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Graduated on Sat the 9th when I tell you I’m happy to be done with my degree and have no schoolwork you just don’t understand. It took me a minute to get my degree but I got it and I have no student loan debt. I’m leaning towards continuing and getting another degree this coming fall/spring and then be done completely. I graduated with a 4.0 and honors. Do I have the mental bandwidth to continue is what I keep asking myself. Just wanted to share that life update if anyone was interested. I’ve been MIA because of school but now my free time has opened back up so I can read more and get caught up on fics.
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Faceless - Chapter 1
Human Thor
Summary: Being in a casual relationship with a Detective seemed like the perfect idea at the time. But as a series of murders start in the city, you’re forced to not only get closer to a man that’s easy to fall for, but confront a part of your life you spent years trying to avoid.
The alarm blares in the early morning hour, reaching the recess of your brain, gently lulling you out of your dream state.
You turn over slowly, the soft sheets rippling against your skin. You crack open an eye when you feel the bed move.
You lazily watch him sit up, stretching out his arms as he yawned. His toned arms flexed as he stretched a bit, his abdomen barely peeking from underneath the sheets when he reached over to turn off the alarm. You admire the view for a moment before slowly sitting up yourself, pulling the sheet with you.
The two of you make eye contact, and you give him a small grin. “Something on your mind Detective?” You murmur softly, holding in your yawn as best as you could with a measured breath. He shrugs, reaching over with an arm to pull you to his side of the bed.
“A few things...” He replies, his voice riddled with sleep but deep and breathy all in one.
As he dips his head to place a not so gentle nip on your shoulder, you maneuver yourself over his waist. Your hands travel along the light pink scratches you left the night prior along his chest and towards the back of his head, fingers curling around the short strands.
“What about your alarm?” You whisper against his skin as you press small kisses over his chest. His large hands trail to your waist, squeezing the supple flesh, kneading it like a soft dough. “Oh that? It’s kind of a pre-alarm. I’ve got an hour to spare before I’ve got to start rushing out the door,” He replies, groaning softly as you gently scrape your teeth against his nipple.
“And what do you plan to do with this....hour?” He’s bringing a hand under your chin and tilting your face up, thumb brushing against your bottom lip. “I’m thinking of having my way with this gorgeous woman until neither of us know up from down,” A smile grows on your face, and you’re wrapping your lips around the tip of his thumb. “Lucky woman....”
*Faceless*
Your phone vibrates once more, and you take a moment to look away from your computer, another text flying across the screen.
Dinner and a movie next weekend?
You pick up your phone, flipping to the calendar, obviously knowing you were free before switching back to your text messages.
Sounds good to me. What are you in the mood for?
The bubbles appear and disappear for a few seconds and you leave it open as you finish typing up the project you were working on. It only takes a few seconds before your phone is vibrating again.
You. There’s that new Sci-fi movie that’s out.
Sounds like that can be arranged Detective. And I’m thinking Ramen as the appetizer? There’s this place downtown.
It’s a date.
You send a few more texts back and forth, biting your bottom lip.
The back of your chair jostles as hands lightly shake the back and you’re looking up, smiling at your coworker Leo. His dark brown eyes are practically sparkling, lightly glossed lips pulling into a knowing smirk. “That fine ass Detective again?” You set your phone down, crossing your arms over your chest.
“First of all, none of your business, but if you must know, yes, that fine ass Detective,” He’s rolling his eyes, sitting along the edge of your desk. You hold up a hand to stop him saying what you were expecting. “And no, we’re not dating. We go out, have a good time, back to one of our places and have the best sex of our lives. I like it this way,”
He sighs loudly, shaking his head. “That’s no fun! Don’t you want that passion to run deeper? Ugh, I’d have him wrapped around my finger! He got any brothers? Cousins? Cause baby....hmmmm,” You chuckle, leaning back in your seat, crossing your legs.
“We don’t do a lot of talking about much of anything,” “Oh I know....”
*Faceless*
You gasp almost silently, fingers threaded tightly in the sheets as warm lips suckle on your neck. “Oh f-fuck, Thor...” Your legs get pushed outward as he bottoms out, and you rest your head on your forearm as he slowly glides himself in and out. “Mhm…” He grunts, his lips kissing the back of your neck before he’s leaving a tingling sensation in his wake.
He shifts, sitting up, one hand planting along your waist, the other tangling gently at your hair.
The guttural groan that leaves him almost masks the sound of your whimper as he sharply glides forward. The slap of his thick thighs against your backside is loud, and he pulls out just enough before repeating the same motion.
Your stomach coils, another gasp falling from your lips. His grip tightens on your hair, the light tug the signal that you’ve learned to trust.
Your back arches as he starts to set a fast, hard pace, his groaning mingling with your cries. It’s brutal but gives you butterflies with every feeling of the tip of his cock.
“Fuck baby. Yeah, fucking take it,” He groans, pads of his fingers digging into your skin. You almost scream when he pushes your body into the mattress, keeping your lower back arched upward.
Your pleas and yeses get muffled but they’re there, your voice shaky, eyes rolled until you saw brief flashes of the candlelit room.
The sharp tone of his phone ringing barely breaks through the sounds of the night but it’s enough to have Thor slow down, hand reaching next to the dresser.
You’re expecting a pause as your hair is released but he answers, his voice rough but normal enough.
You can’t see, but both his hands return to your hips, and he’s thrusting back into you. You bite your lip hard, trying to mask the sound that wanted to leave you.
“Uh-huh,” He replies, and you can hear someone talking but it didn’t stop one hand pressing along your lower spine, the other wrapping around the back of your neck, fingers closing over your mouth, giving you just enough room to breathe out of your noise.
The pace he sets is slow and sharp, barely keeping his thighs from touching you. Your mewl is muffled behind his hand. “Is it the same guy? No I don’t need notes. When’s the briefing?” His tone is even andcalm, no matter how much you squirmed under him.
His hand squeezes your hip and then a cheek as he slowly fucks you. “I don’t care how many bodies the M.E. has. They’re going to wait for us to be on scene. Do we have any ID? I’m kind of busy at the moment…just….give me some details,”
You weren’t sure how long the conversation went, only that by the time he got off the phone, he was now kneeling in a puddle as you trembled under him.
“I’ve got to go soon…but…” He’s groaning as he slips out of you before gliding himself back in. “I know,” You moan behind his hand, whimpering again as he tightened his hand over your mouth.
“You can…stay….I know it’s late, fuck c’mon baby,” His hand is slapping against your ass and you tremble more if possible. “Cum on it for me,” He groans, hands back on your waist as he pulled and thrust.
“That’s it….fuck yeah….I’m almost…yeah just stay. Until tomorrow….shit. Yeah that’s a good girl,” You’re clenching around him, shaking as he groans and slowly pulls out of you. He cums into the condom, and you can feel the bed shake as your legs feel like jelly.
He’s kissing the back of your shoulder, breathing heavily. “I’ve got to head out and it’s already a half an hour drive. I’ll lock up and put the spare under the mat,”
You nod, barely listening as you closed your eyes.
He’s leaning over you before pressing a kiss against your lips, squeezing your thigh as he got up.
*Faceless*
Your apartment was always quiet. Living on the third floor made it easy. Many people took up the first two to avoid taking all their shit up and down.
You didn’t have much to begin with when you moved to your apartment which made it just fine.
Your place was minimal with the one bedroom and bathroom space. Enough for just you and a guest or two to take space in your living room if need be.
Your apartment was color coded, natural tones in the living room, a few vibrant colors in the kitchen, and the occasional splotches of your favorite colors in your room and bathroom.
No one ever bothered you.
No one called you. No one needed you.
It was just you and a few neighbors. All were quiet. Kept to themselves. Your corner apartment gave access to all around you, just as much as to others. Hence why no one wanted it.
You look up from your plate, eyeing your most recent guest. Paris. She just needed a little guidance. Sometimes you took in strays. It was a hard, sometimes cold world.
“Comfortable?” You ask.
She turns, giving you a small smile.
“Yeah. It’s soft, comfortable. I hated sleeping on the floor,”
You smile, making your way over towards the living room, sitting across from her. She was in her early 20s, golden complexion. Her hair was down to her back, tight curls like a mop on her head.
“We could be sisters in another life,” She chuckles, resting against the back of the couch. “I think we’d pass,” She gives you a wide smile, hands crossing over her lap.
“So like I was saying. I just woke up on the floor and couldn’t believe my roommate would put me out and I’ve been trying to reach her and she literally just ignores me. It’s frustrating. I’ve been trying to find a new job and I just don’t know. The moment I turned 18, my momma just walked me out the door and my roommate was my friend,”
You hold up a hand stopping her as she picked at her nails. “Okay slow down. I can’t help you if you’re talking a mile a minute Paris. So what happened between you and your roommate?”
Her brown eyes roll, and she’s fiddling with her pink crop top, wiping at the stain that had just caught her attention.
“A nigga, that’s what….”
Faceless
"Goodnight! See you tomorrow!” You cross the street, phone in hand, keeping a vigilant eye around you. Your apartment was barely a five minute walk, and the darkening sky was just barely settling.
You’re checking your phone briefly, seeing a text from Thor.
Text me when you get home.
You keep it unread so you didn’t forget about it and continue.
It was a Sunday so the streets weren’t as busy, a few people bustling about also trying to get home.
As you turn the corner and onto your street, your name is being called by a familiar voice. You turn your head, but keep walking. Up the road was Paris, excitedly waving at you as she slowly jogs from the sidewalk.
“Hold up!”
You pause in your steps, waiting for her as she crossed. A car speeds by as she does so, barely missing her. She stops briefly, turning and waving her arms. “Slow down asshole!” She turns back to you, a smile gracing her lips.
She finally steps onto your side of the street, and you continue on your way home. “Didn’t expect to see you out here,” You shrug, nodding to her. “Just left the bar with some friends. Almost home,” She steps alongside you, following your stride with ease.
Her arm presses against yours as she takes in a deep breath. “Oh my gosh, you feel like a heater. Are you getting sick?” She presses her cool hand against your arm, and you chuckle. “No, not getting sick. Just been walking,” She hums next to you, looking down at the ground. “You wouldn’t happen to have a spare change of clothes would you? None of my stuff is where I left it and my car was gone. My lips are chapped and they keep bleeding. Ugh, it’s been one hell of a day,”
When you met Paris for the first time, you told her that if she needed anything, just to ask.
You could help.
“I went to go visit my mom today, just to see if she could loan me some money, but she too was ignoring me. I was being myself and started to get frustrated and she just walked on by like she didn’t her me,”
Your apartment building comes into view, and you pull out your keys, eyeing your car keys.
“Paris? Let’s take a quick drive to see your mom,” She looks down at you confused but shrugs. “I don’t know what you’re going to do that I haven’t but, you told me to trust you so sure,”
After loading up into your two-door Honda, you make the short drive out of the downtown area and into one of the local neighborhoods. Paris talked the whole way as she gave you directions, random things here and there and asked multiple times if she could turn up the heat.
Paris was sweet but like a squirrel but all over the place.
She finally stops talking as you pull onto her street and she points towards her house. You pull to a stop a few houses down before cutting off the engine. She starts to place her hand on the door before you stop her. “Paris, wait,”
You motion towards the man standing outside the front door talking with whom you assumed was her mother. “Oh shit. Is that a cop?” Paris flings open the passenger door before stepping out, and you’re quick to follow. “Paris! Wait, I need to tell you something,”
You reach for her hand, clasping it tightly. She swivels around, her eyes suddenly watery.
“I need to know why that cop is talking to my momma,” You let her hand go, deciding to stay put as she crossed the road. “Momma! Momma!”
You frown, sighing softly as you wait.
It always hit you hard. These types.
You hated getting close, and on top of it with Thor standing only a few hundred feet away from you, this situation was going to get far more messier.
Paris is suddenly appearing next to you, tears down her face. “Why can’t they....how did I...”
You look over at her, taking her cold hand.
“They can’t hear or see you. Not now, not ever,”
She looks over at you, a hand pressing against her mouth. “But you...you can see me, touch me....I don’t...” You turn to her, brushing some hair from her face. “Paris, you were murdered last week. I am the only one that can see you. And that man, is going to do whatever he can to find out who did this to you,”
Don’t know how I missed this will be reading later today. Love a Thor fic.

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Lost in time
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Warning: Hurt/comfort, exes to lovers, name Steve being a jealous lil butthole. Summary: Steve doesn't like that you're dating someone new after a breakup. A/N: This was for @elixirfromthestars arcade game Prompts I got: "I don't think my heart can take watching you love someone else again." "Did I ever really matter to you?" Word Count: 742 Jeremy (boyfriend not boyfriend?)
You and Steve have been broken up for almost two years now, and in those two years you have repaired what Steve broke. Yes, the breakup was mutual, so you keep saying, but Steve was the one that brought it up first. Something about needing to find himself and you need to find yourself in order to grow, blah blah blah. It was all a bunch of bullshit.
Steve watched you every Friday night come home from a date with a guy he absolutely despises. Every Friday when you came home, you had a huge smile on your face, one that used to belong to him. He wasn't your boyfriend, just someone you spent your Friday nights with at least that's how you saw it.
Can't escape my love...
You are sharp-witted boutique book editor, just trying to survive the London rain in your favorite Louboutins.
August Walker is a hulking, brutally efficient CIA operative hunting a crime syndicate. When a botched retrieval mission leaves them permanently handcuffed together by an indestructible titanium-carbide chain, their entirely different worlds, violently collide.
Forced to go on the run across Europe, hijacking cars, dodging explosive traps, and infiltrating Parisian black markets, the pair must rely on each other to track down the only man holding the biokey to their freedom. What starts as a chaotic nightmare of forced proximity, endless arguing, and clashing egos soon detonates into a high-octane romance. In a breathless collision, August and you discover that the most dangerous thing they face isn't the assassins hunting them, it's the undeniable chemistry between them.
Part 1- Coming this Wednesday.
Oh yes I can’t wait to read this when you start posting.
Aldis Hodge and Isaiah Mustafa for ESSENCE.
What's done is done (2)
Summary: You don’t hand over second chances.
Pairing: (Future) AU!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader, Former!Tony Stark x Wife!Reader
Warnings: heavy angst, planned pregnancy, miscarriage, blood, hurt reader, accidents, mentions of fertility treatment, accusations, Tony being an idiot/bastard (sorry), mentions of cheating, cocky Steve, we are out for revenge.
A/N: I was in “CEvans chars” mood lately. So, bear with me. Here’s another mini-series with Steve.
A birthday should be a happy occasion, shouldn’t it?
All birthdays you celebrated with your husband were happy. All of them but the last one.
You waited for Tony to come home and join you for dinner. You had prepared his favorite meal and gifts. Especially the smallest box was important to you.
Tony was an asshole and he deserves the hell coming his way and for the bay reader is treating him. To not only come home late but on a birthday no less and then with divorce papers what kind of demon can you be. Like seriously my dude gtfoh. So disrespectful. Then he wouldn’t even listen to reason. I hope whoever lied to him was worth it because he lost the best thing to happen to him and is probably going to lose his business too. I think he pushed her down the stairs. He saw she was struggling with her bags and like a coward he didn’t even bother to help just stood there. SMH then didn’t even try to make things right at the hospital. Yeah he was kicked out originally but he never showed back up. Showing up might have softened her heart some but to be absent and then try to buy her with jewelry and flowers is not the way. Go to hell Tony with your tom ford suit on.

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What kind of request would you like? something like that? Bucky (thunderbolt for example but anything could work), Yelena is at a coffee shop and she hears this girl (the friends are trying to convince her to date again but she has enough/she does not like this kind of thing) say (because the thunderbolt are seen on TV) : you want to arrange something for me? it's Bucky Barnes or leave me alone (as a joke). Yelena makes it her mission to put them together : funny, sweet...
IF you want to write it of course. Feel very free to not use it ;)
I absolutely love this!! this is perfect
Leave it to Yelena
Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader Warning: nothing really? Summary: Your friends are trying to get you to date again Word Count: 550
You're at your local coffee shop, your friends are blabbering about you getting back out there and dating again. Truthfully, you wanted to date, but it seemed like no one had the same drive as you did, and you also didn't really like dating. As bad as it sounds, having to deal with other people's feelings was just too much sometimes.
"Guys, listen. I don't want to date." You rolled your eyes, then looked up at the T.V "You know what, it's Bucky Barnes or leave me alone."
Your friends exchanged looks, then looked back at you. You knew it would be impossible for them to do that, you were also joking about it. What you didn't know was that Yelena was ordering coffee at the counter and heard everything. She smirked to herself and mentally made it her mission to get you two together.
A few days went by, Yelena internet stalked you, before she actually stalked you, even though she didn't call it stalking. She tracked your every move, in hopes to run into you with Bucky. Just when she was about to give up, you walked into the coffee shop with the same friends.
You were walking toward the counter when Yelena stuck her foot out and tripped you. You started to fall forward when suddenly a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you toward them. You looked up and was met with the most gorgeous blue eyes you've ever seen. Then it hit you.
Bucky Barnes
"I uh I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." You couldn't stop staring.
"It's okay, I'm glad I could catch you." He smiled wide, removing his hands from your body.
"Let me make it up to you, can I buy you a coffee?" You looked in his hand and saw a to-go cup "How about a muffin?"
"Sure, sounds good." He follows you up to the counter.
You ordered your coffee along with his muffin, you were about to pay when Bucky "accidentally" knocked over your wallet. You playfully smacked his arm and bent down to pick it up. When you came back up you saw Bucky handing the barista a 20 telling her to keep the change.
"Hey, I was gonna pay for that." You whined
"What kind of man would I be if I let the lady pay?" He picked up your cup and his muffin, handing you your coffee.
You forgot about your friends for a split second, only to realize they had already left. You shrugged your shoulders and sat down with Bucky, he pulled the chair out for you then sat down in front of you.
"I caught you, bought you coffee, and pulled out your chair, yet you haven't told me your name yet."
"Where are my manners? I'm Y/N." You held your hand out to shake his.
"Hmm, Y/N." He shook your hand, with a big smile plastered on his face "Beautiful"
And just like that, Bucky was hooked and so were you. Bucky had the same drive you did, his ambition to get things done matched yours. Bucky made you feel again, he appealed and triggered to your competitive side in the best way possible. He helped you see the beauty in falling in love.
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Loved this. I bet she didn’t think she would actually meet Bucky Barnes talk about being somewhere right time right place for Yelena to overhear and make it happen.
Walking Disaster (1)
Title: Walking Disaster
Rating: Mature
Summary: A new alpha took over your pack.
Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader
Characters: Bucky Barnes (of course, he's around for a sister series)
Warnings: cocky reader, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, pack au, implied short reader (she’s shorter than Steve. I didn’t define her height), arguments, kick in the balls, enemies to...?
Square filled for @steverogersbingo: A 5: Large Steve
A/N: This idea was haunting me... so here we go with another a/b/o miniseries. Suffer with me.
A/N2: For my story, Steve is taller than Bucky.
You were gone for two years, and everything had changed.
When you set foot on your old pack’s territory, you could feel the shift in the air. It wasn’t just the smell of a long-lost battle, but something else.
I already like their dynamic. They are going to be butting heads quite a bit but he will enjoy it in the end. I like a FL who is fiery and doesn’t take shit from anyone.
A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Part 28
Marvel AU
Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader
Theme: A/B/O / True Mates
Series Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters
Chapter Summary: It's time for another long story, only this time you're sharing with Natasha.
Chapter Warning: Mentions of witchcraft, childhood trauma, violence, a/b/o, affairs.
I feel so bad for her she has been through so much growing up. Her mother is the definition of absolute trash. She doesn’t even deserve the title or role. She wasn’t a mother and she was a shitty mate as well. Had a good man and ruined it for trash. I’m glad she found some good people having experienced all that and lasting friendships. Idk why she is so adamant Steve will reject her, all he wants is to protect her. I know he will be pissed when he hears about her past.
Brooklyn Bouncers
Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader x Bucky Barnes | Stucky x F!Reader WC: ~2.5k Warnings: MDNI | Established relationship | Domestic fluff | Cavity-causing Fluff | Language | Hot supersoldiers alert | Admiring Steve chopping wood | Shirtless Supersoldiers | Protective Supersoldiers| Threesome | A tad bit of smut | Poly relationship | Unbeta'd | Littleshit supersoldiers on the loose | Protective! Supersoldiers | Supersoldier Sandwich | Soft!dom Steve | Soft!dom Bucky | Lemme know if I'm missing anything. A/N: Thanks for the ask, my love. For some reason, I'm unable to reply to your ask @anika-ann So here is what you kindled. You've unleashed my writing flow. Forever grateful for ya, my sweet. 💗😊 Writing my first fic after a looooooooooooong time. Good gosh it's been a year or so...Kindly bear with me! This is also my submission for Vivifying Valentine's Atelier | Prompt: Tease me and see where that'll get you. And, submission for Steve Rogers Bingo Round 5 | C-3 | @steverogersbingo Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! I do not consent to AI scraping my work. Banner & Divider made by me. Picture credits to Pinterest. Check out my other works: Masterlist Set in Captain Softly Stern and Sergeant Toughly Tender universe!
Indulge Away!
Stupid dumb dipshit!
It was near about an hour, and he was still going on.
Feeling trapped in a circular, exhausting debate that felt like it was draining the very marrow from your bones, you were screaming internally. The senior tech lead, a man whose ego was clearly larger than the size of the compound was currently dissecting your calculations for the thermal arrays.
As he spoke, you felt a hot, prickly irritation crawl over your skin.
Every time he said, "Well, actually, if you understood the dynamics..." a new knot of frustration twisted in your chest, teetering on the edge of a jagged explosion. You found yourself staring at the glass casing of the thermal cooler, genuinely wondering if you could shove his giant head inside it if he mansplained one more time.
You were tired AF.
Then, the heavy pressurized doors hissed open. You didn't even look up at first, assuming it was another intern bringing more bad news. But then, the room went unnaturally silent and you looked up.
Steve Rogers Captain America stepped in.
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Where are my two men I need them to rescue me from my job. I seriously need a vacay pronto.
They came right on time. She seriously was about to throw something at that employee. She needs to learn how to tell people to wrap it up. Don’t bore everyone to sleep. Not 5 min that’s wasn’t enough time to do anything work wise besides finish that meeting. But when she returns she’ll be so relaxed from the orgasms and time with her men she won’t care anymore. That’s a damn good show him cutting wood is 😘
Masterplan (1)
Summary: You were always in love with him.
Pairing: AU!Harry Da Souza x fem!Reader
Warnings: mafia au, unrequited feelings, virgin reader, dubcon, fingering, somnophilia
A/N: This is an AU. It takes place in a mafia setting with characters from the show, but that’s it.
“Harry Da Souza, you bastard,“ you slurred, earning an eye roll from the bartender. Your best friend, Allison, giggled next to you while sipping on her next Cosmopolitan. “I wish you had an STD because you fuck every woman crossing your path but me.”
“Babe,” Allison said, eyes a little foggy when looking Harry’s way. “I don’t think you can handle him. He’s big.”
“I know that he’s big and beefy,” you replied with a giggle. “That’s what I like about him. He could just throw me around, and I wouldn’t complain.”

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I saw requests were open I had to jump on it. I’m choosing Thor. I have two ideas choose whichever speaks to you more. I’m thinking Thor jealous because he’s not being prioritized lately due to reader getting a job promotion or something.
Idea 2 is we’ve been working on ourselves lately. Say going to the gym more and doing more self care and Thor is like wtf is going on here basically Thor is jealous 😂 or whatever you come up with you always put out fire so I’m here for whatever
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AFTER HOURS
The lights flicker once more in your office, the lightening through your large window flashing against your various computer screens. It barely registers to you as you continuously type, your tired eyes darting between screens.
"You have not looked up from this screen in over ten minutes,"
His voice comes from behind you, startling you so much that you let out a yelp, turning to look over your shoulder. "Oh!" Your hand rests over your chest, feeling your thundering heart beat.
He leans against the desk beside you, eyes taking in your face before they're flicking to your various screens. "Didn't mean to scare you. You were supposed to be home hours ago," You check your watch, groaning softly. "I'm sorry Thor, I lost track of time. I need a few more hours, I'm swamped,"
He turns slightly, looking down at your desk, thumbing through the various papers. Your handwriting was scribbled across a few, ranging from very neat to slightly sloppy as the day went on.
"All this for a title....and a larger paycheck," "Thor..." He holds up a hand, silencing you before you could continue . His lips purse, dark eyes softening as he looks upon you. "Is it worth losing every evening we once shared?" "No, but this job matters to me too," He nods, stepping closer to you, his hand gently nudging your chin.
"And you matter to me. Watching this place consume your time is becoming more difficult than I imagined. I want what you want. I'll support what supports you. But you leave me at one-hundred and return to me at zero," His thumb brushes against your lips, and he squats to meet you at eye level. "That is unfair, but I don't want to be unfair you,"
He's turning off your monitors before standing back up to his full height. He reaches for your hand to which you take. "This place will just have to see more of me. But tonight, you're coming home," He pulls you up to stand, grabbing your bag.
You reach into your laptop bag, pulling it out and placing it on your desk. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize how much time I was spending here and not with you,"
He's bending down to press a kiss against your cheek and then your lips. "I don't need all your time my love. I just want you to share your time,"
He's pushing in your office chair, taking your hand once more. A knock sounds on your office door, causing you to look up. One of your coworkers from across the Hal was standing in the doorway with a bag of what smelled like fast food.
"Oh, I'm sorry, didn't know you had company, I was going to see if you had dinner yet...." "Oh, no, I'm actually-," Thor speaks up, his voice still as even as before, though there's a hint of something in his tone.
"She has not, but thank you for your concern. I have dinner waiting for us at home," Thor is waving his hand out for you to walk forward, and your coworker moves to the side. You offer a quiet goodnight as you lead Thor to the elevators.
As the two of you step in, and the doors close behind you, you look over at him, biting the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from smiling. "It is not funny or amusing," "You're jealous," He looks down at you with a raised brow.
"I am not jealous. He just needs to know his place,"
You chuckle, taking his hand, leaning against him as you stifle a yawn. He's pressing his hand to the back of your head, gently massaging your scalp.
This is definitely a bit more softer, but hope you enjoy. Send in more requests.
I loved it. There’s nothing wrong with a little possessive but soft Thor at the same time. He was subtle but the point he was making still came across in a it’s not negotiable at the same time. I’ll think of another and send it through.
Take a Seat!
So, you want to learn how to crochet but don't know where to start? I can help you.
Before digging into this blog, I recommend looking at my Beginners Guide. It will be regularly updated and acts as a guide.
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I'm not going to sit here and tell you I know everything there is to know about crochet, because honestly, I do not. I still search things all the time and look for external help and i have been crocheting for years. I do however know what it's like starting to learn and being overwhelmed with all of the things that you can make when crocheting. Everyone does things differently, and learn differently, so I hope to give confidence and comfortability in learning something new!
What this place is:
A safe space for beginners who know absolutely nothing to more advanced individuals who want to learn more!
A place to understand crocheting from the basics and work your way up
Designed more specifically to learn basic techniques, learning to read patterns, an ability to access videos for hands on learning (Via Patreon and YouTube), and crochet projects ranging from blankets, scarves, and amigurumi (Plushies) - and apply these techniques to create what you want and how you want it!
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Hi everybody! So I’ve started a crochet blog for beginners and over the weekend I’m going to start setting up a YouTube and Patreon. I just created it and will continue working on it! If you’re interested, please check it out and if not, reblogging it and giving it a follow would be much appreciated!
Site note, expect someone oneshots for me this weekend, I have plenty of time with my hands this weekend