Roomies Prequel 7: And so you met ThorYou huffed, tapping your fingers on your arm. You uncrossed your arms to look at your watch and groaned when you saw the time. You began pacing, glancing all around, growing more impatient with every passing second. How long were you supposed to wait? You looked down at yourself, in the clothes you’d had no say in. A truly awful black body suit with straps and pockets meant for carrying tools and weapons but that you used for snacks and a few toys. You smiled, unzipping one and pulling out a large loop of string, twisting it around your fingers. You sat down with your legs crossed, trying to recall different Cat’s Cradle tricks you’d seen before.More Like This
After a while, after having played with the sting, a deck of cards, a small stress ball, and a few of the S.H.I.E.L.D. gadgets you didn’t know how to use, you considered leaving. You stood up and stretched, looking around one more time. The desert was vast but it was flat. Even if you were in the wrong place, you would
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"…Vash!" you cried as you ran as fast as you could in your school leather shoes, no matter your skirt was flapping about because of the wind, towards an astute, healthy, economically smart young man with Handsome short blonde hair up to his shoulders and emeralds eyes who was currently reading a book under a tree.
"Ah, ___." He said, his emerald eyes looking up from his book towards your direction once he heard you call him, he then stiffly shifted a little to the side so you could sit down. He quickly checked his pocket and sighed in relief.
What? It could have been a thief!
You smiled once you arrived in front of him and plopped down next to him with a happy sigh; and of course happy with the cute, stiff-looking gesture.
Why wouldn't you?
Your least favourite subject had just finished and now you could spend time with your Swiss boyfriend during school lunch break-
Yes, boyfriend, thi
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When you woke up the next morning, you had forgotten where you were. You would have bolted upright, save for Ollie’s arm pinning you down. He was still asleep. You glanced out the window. It was still early, but it was the weekend now. You shifted back down into your blankets and considered your position.
September 30th. There wouldn’t be any more murders until November, and that was the end of the Ripper’s for-sure victims. What would happen when the murders ended? Would you be sent back? Was that what the book meant by ‘when the time is right’?
On that note, why did Ollie not kill anybody for more than a month? The way you saw it, he was overly fond of using that knife of his. For just about anything.
Speaking of Ollie…you twisted your head around to peer at the top of his head. He had a peaceful, somewhat adorable expression on his face. It was the calmest and least evil expression you had ever seen on him. However…
You winced quietly. Oll
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'What is he blushing for? Also, his face is like a bright tomato...' You were curious enough to stare at him.
"W-Why are you looking...?" he stuttered nervously.
"Nevermind. Let's go back to work."
Later after that, Arthur arrived at the photo shoot. He was all set, there's no need for him to do make up or any outfit changes, he was already look that good. Your eyes had been stuck on him while making different poses. Arthur CAN be hot too.
"Hello __~" Arthur greeted you cheerfully.
"Hi." you said.
"Are you tired?" Arthur questioned.
"I see, good to hear." thus, he smiled.
'Ah, so cheesy!!! It gives me goosebumps!!!' Alfred got irritated again. Sceneries kept happening like that in the set, it was driving Alfred mad. He was doing his work by himself while you were working with Arthur on the other side. His close photographer-friend asked him why Alfred's eyes were glued on the two and growing some sort of "Russian aura." He wanted to say the truth yet
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Too much Labour.
"Shut up! I'm pushing...!"
"There! The cradle looks great! Good job, Arthy!" you said idly walking towards your husband and giving him a well done pat on the back. You smiled happily.
"That is a bloody heavy cradle, what is it made out of, cement?" Arthur groaned in restrain. "Thank god that's done, it's really hard to push it alone." he sighed in relief.
"I told you, I could of helped!" you whined in protest. Jeez, this Brit was so stubborn!
He looked at you and chuckled. "Love, you look like your about to burst-" he stifled a laugh "you're practically 9 months! Maybe a little less but still, a pregnant woman-"
"'like you shouldn't be doing such thing as it's bad for you and our baby-' Arthur, you think I don't know?" you pouted. Just because you were pregnant, heavily pregnant for that matter, didn't mean you were disabled or something!
Arthur was really... Really protecti