#anxious manwhore au

[oliswamp]

Introducing: Anxious Manwhore AU A.K.A. my twist on the Manwhore AU as we know it.

Penelope has anxiety and OCD in this one, and Odysseus isn't without an anxious bone in his body either.

Following changes happen:

Penelope deals with her obsessive thoughts and compulsions by speaking them out loud and making contingency plans

Oddyseus is used to being woken up in the middle of the night to talk to her about said contingency plans

Penelope had the wildest anxious thoughts, and I mean the wildest. Who would wonder about whether or not they're going to be attacked by a plague of bees, and prepared for this occurrence?

Penelope wakes Ody up several times during the night right before war. Her concerns are more or less grounded in reality, but Odysseus is patient. Until the night two days before his departure for war, when Penelope says this:

“If…” she starts saying and then stops herself, on the edge of embarrassment and conviction. “Speak, my beloved. Say what's on your mind.” “If you had to… use your charm on someone,” she starts uneasily. “Don't be afraid to do this.” “Of course, Penelope.” “I mean it,” there's a spark of something in her eyes that make Odysseus stop in tracks. “If you need to cheat on me—do it.” “Cheat on you?? Penelope— I'd never—” “Promise me.” Penelope's voice is one of steel. “If you are ever forced to do something or need to win someone over or generally protect your life— Do it.” “In what situation would that even happen?” Odysseus almost laughs but he knows better now than to laugh at Penelope's anxieties. Her fears are real to her, and he would rather cut off his right hand than trivialise what's important to her.

And that is a story less humorous than Manwhore AU, but one I want to tell.

More in reblogs… later. I have chores to do.

[maggyme13]

Sugar (4/?)

AN: Here is my fourth chapter of my SugardaddyLoki AU:) I hope you like the Chapter for this week :) Warnings: not really Wordcount: around 2400

Masterlist

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Part 3

Ten sleeping-bags, tents and jackets later, you exited the outdoor shop and loaded your purchases into the back of the car.

“Where do you want to bring these to?”, Pietro asked once back behind the wheel.

“There is a shelter at 6th and Pandora. But two of each are for Bob and Monty. I know them from back at work. I used to give them the leftovers after closing.”

That and they let me stay with them after the incident.

“Where do we find them?”, the man smiled.

“You know the park with the little rose garden that has the black roses?”, you asked.

“Yes. That´s almost right around the corner. We are there in ten, maybe a bit longer.”

Bob and Monty were happy for you and grateful for the things you gifted to them. You told them you had gotten a job as an personal assistant, that´s why you had all that much money all of the sudden.

“See you around (Y/N). And don´t overwork yourself!”, they called after you, and you happily waved back, though your face fell once you sat back inside the tinted car.

“Next stop Shelter?”

“Please.”

______

ring ring ring

Mr Laufeyson was calling you the second the young driver stopped the car in front of the Shelter.

“Yes, Mr Laufeyson?”, you answered.

“Call Pietro and tell him to bring you to me.”

klick

Well… what was that?

“Was that Mr Laufeyson?”, Pietro asked from his seat, “What did he want?”

“He told me to tell you to bring me to him.”, you mumbled.

“Alright. Would you be so kind and put your seat-belt back on then?”, he grinned.

“Sure.”, you sighted sadly and the young mans face fell.

“I can return once I brought you to the Boss and give the Stuff in your name if you want.”

“Thank you. But could you do in anonymously?”

“Sure, Miss. Do you want me to get anything else while you are gone? Or was this everything you had planned for today?”

“Ehm, how good do you know Sam and Bucky? I wanted to get them something as a thank you for letting me stay at theirs.”, you shyly whispered.

“I now them alright. But let me tell you. They would appreciate a self made cake more than anything bought.”

“Well, can you get me some Rum for baking, dark chocolate, eggs, milk and flour? I am going to make a marble-cake. I can make you a small one as well if you like. For buying the stuff I need.”

“No need for that Miss. I will just steel a bit from those two.”

The wiggle of his eyebrows that accompanied his latest answer, made you laugh.

“Thank you, Pietro.”

“Always a pleasure miss.” “(y/n), please. You can call me by my name if you like.”

“Then I will happily do that. (y/n). Now, we are at our destination. The headquarters of ´Asgard´. Just tell the receptionist at the front your name and they will make sure you get to Mr Laufeyson. See you later (/y/n).”

Only now did you notice that you were indeed parked in front of another tall building.

“Th-Thank you. Until later Pietro.”

With anxious feet, you entered the lobby, at once you felt watched, like an animal in the zoo. Even though no one (except two security guards) were even glancing in your area.

The Lobby was held in white, silver. With green plants everywhere.

“Excuse me?”, you addressed one of the receptionists, that were seated in the center right in front of the elevators.

She did not react.

“Excuse me Miss?”, you tried again, still smiling polite. Maybe she had just not heard you.

“No deliveries through the lobby. Go to the side entrance.”, she sighted bored, but not really unpolite.

“I- that must be an misunderstanding. My name is (y/n) (y/ln). Mr Laufeyson asked me to meet him here.”, you explained and her whole demeanor changed once your words had registered.

“Oh my – I am so sorry Miss. Usually they are- Excuse me. I will make a call and get you someone who will escort you to Mr Laufeyson. He informed me about your arrival. Again, my apologies. My name is Linda. If you ever are in the house and need something, just let me know and I make sure you get it.”, the blond woman smiled polite, while making a call.

“Mr Odinson, Miss (y/ln) just arrived. Mr Laufeyson is already waiting for her. Of course.”, she ended the call, “Mr Odinson is on his way and will escort you to Mr Laufeyson.”

“Thank you, Linda. Do you maybe have some water?”, you said, suddenly feeling drained.

“I am sorry to say no- ah, there is Mr Odinson, this is Miss (y/ln).”

Feeling a shadow cast over your form, you turned around only to gulp: that man was huge and bulky- build like a wall with short blond hair and a scar crossing his right eye. The name tag on his black suit read: Head of Security.

You were sure he could break you in half with his two little fingers.

“Miss (y/n)? You are awaited. Please follow me.”, he boomed and you flinched under his  voice.

You could only nod in understanding.

“Good. We will be taking the private elevator.”

You nodded in understanding and fell in step with the giant.

What in itself turned out to be challenging.

When the two of you stopped in front of an elevator, your guide placed his thumb onto a small scanner and the doors opened with a smooth motion.

“After you, Miss.”, the man motioned and you did as told.

“Loki told me to bring you to his office directly.”, he told you and you frowned.

“L-Loki?”, you asked.

“Ah- Mr Laufeyson. He is my brother, so you will hear me referring to him with his first name. I advice you to not do so as well.”

“I understand.”

“Good. This floor houses my brothers office, as well as the one of his secretary, as well as the ones of his head of IT and Public relations.”, the giant explained, once the doors had opened.

You stood in a small hallway with two huge doors. One on the left and one on the right  side of the elevator.

It was the one on the left you aimed for. It was the one with the Firms Logo engraved in the wood of it.

The head of security opened the door, letting you enter first.

“Heimdall, this is (y/n) (y/ln). Loki asked for her-” “I know. He is waiting in his office. I already got some water for Miss (y/ln). Please, just enter through that door.”, a dark-skinned man with long dreadlocks (pulled in a ponytail) and wearing a dress shirt stated.

“I forget you are always informed. Go ahead, Ms (y/ln), I will escort you back down later.”, Mr Odinson told you, and with the eyes of both men boring into your back, you stepped forward to knock on the door.

A clear ´enter´ reached your ears and you cautiously opened the door to step inside.

The office you entered  was similar to the way his apartment was designed: the floor was laid out with dark wood planks (going from side to side) with two straight silvery lines, that went from the doorway to the table in front of the huge window wall.

On the left you noticed a couch landscape with an immense flat screen hanging from the wall, while on the right side was a big table filled with papers and fabrics.

The room itself must have been 15m in length, 30m in width and 4m in height. You were awestruck for a moment; but got pulled out of it, by the noise of the closing door.

“Come here.”, Mr Laufeyson called out and you slowly made your way over to him,” You were quite fast. Say, what were you doing?”

His eyes were staring into yours.

“Shopping.”, you answered with a gulp.

“Interesting. May I ask what?”

“Sleeping bags, jackets and other stuff?”, you answered, earning an huff-like laugh from him.

“Sleeping bags? For what?”, he wanted to know.

“For the homeless.”, you stated. Did he thought you would have brought them for yourself?

“The homeless-”, he repeated your words, like he was not sure he heard right.

“Yes.”, you nodded.

“Interesting. Either way. Heimdall brought in water for you. Drink and then we have to talk.”, the dark haired man nodded towards a bottle of water on the edge of his table.

You gulped, his words making you suddenly fear you had crossed a line and he had called the cops on you.

Not wanting to be ungrateful, you took a first small sip of the water, only to down most of it the very next second. It tasted delicious. Too delicious to be just simple water.

“Satisfied?”, he asked, once you stopped.

“Yes, thank you.”, you nodded.

“Good. A good business-partner of us is in town and wants to go out this evening. We will be visiting the ´Bifrost´. You will be presentable  and ready at 8:30pm. ”, his voice was firm and left no room for arguments, “Thor will escort you back down, and I already send a few outfits for you to chose from. Your hair and Make-up will be done. And make sure you eat something before. There will be drinks, but no real food the whole evening.”

Even though his voice sounded a bit softer, when he told you to eat, you felt mocked and wanted to tell him, you knew how to get ready for a night out. But with your freedom in his hands you decided against it and just nodded once, answering “I will.”, to all of his statements; all the while sighting inside: you had no motivation to go back to that place. Not after the last time.

“Then you are excused.”, he waved, his eyes already returning to the papers on his desk.

____

As he had said, was Mr Odinson waiting for you to be escorted back to the main entrance where Pietro was already waiting for you.

“They were very grateful for your gifts and wanted me to tell you to have a wonderful evening. So, what did the big Boss want from you?”, the driver greeted you with a smile, once you had taken a seat in the car.

“Telling me I have to be ready at 8:30 tonight to go out. And that I have to eat something before.”, you answered in a matter of fact tone of voice.

“I heard that Ego is in town for a week or so.”, he mumbled and you frowned.

Who in the right mind names the own child Ego?

“Ego?”, you asked.

“Oh yeah. We all call him that, because of his narcissistic ways. No on idea what his real name is. And he is a huge manwhore.”

Nice- why me?

“Did the boss tell you what he wants you to wear?”, came the young drivers voice from the front.

“No- but he said he had send outfits for me to chose from.”

“If you want advice: the less skin you show, the less interested will Ego be in you. So- what do you want me to get you to eat?”

“Huh?”, you had zoned out, “There should be leftovers from last night. I can eat those.”

“Not happening! You gonna smell like food, and Boss will be mad with me. Salad, Soup or something else?”

“Can you get me some Pizza? I would like actual food in my stomach if I have to drink the whole evening.”, you sighted.

“Sure thing. Anything special? There is an Italian who serves one with trouffles and gold-”

“Magerita is fine. But make it a normal size, not a small one, please?”, you more asked than answered.

“Nothing easier than that. Get upstairs, chose your outfit and once you are showered, the pizza will be there. Promised.”, he winked.

“Thank you, Pietro.”, you smiled.

“My pleasure. We are here. Time to get beautiful- not that you are ugly otherwise-”, he quickly added.

“No worries. And thank you for getting me food.”, you answered, getting out of the car.

Passing through the Lobby and entering the elevator, you mentally prepared yourself for what was about to come.

Exiting on ´your´ floor, you entered the apartment and went straight into your bedroom.  Only to find three different boxes with one pair of heels on each on your bed. The shoes themselves were: silver, green and black; giving you a hint on what the  dresses possibly would look like in color.

I don´t want to dress up- urgh- better shower and shave.

__

You did what you had to do and the warm stream of water was even able to calm you down for a bit.

Finally, with everything shaved, you returned to your bedroom; a towel wrapped around your body and wet hair.

Let´s see what he offered. Which one first? Mhmh- Eeny, meeny, miny, moe , I guess the first one is with this shoe… aaaaand the silver ones win.

Lifting the Cap, your eyes found: next to nothing. At least that was the amount of fabric the dress (if one could call it that) consisted of. Lifting it out of the box, you thought it looked like a slutty toga college girls would dress in at halloween.

Nope. Next one.

It was the box with the black shoes on top.

Every woman needs a little black one, right? … Though this is way to thick and who in its right mind wears long sleeves in a night- club?  I will die of heatstroke when I wear this tonight. Dammit. Hopefully the green one is better. I sooo don´t want to wear the silver one. That´s a little bit more than nothing.

Closing your eyes, you prayed to whatever listened that this dress would be appropriate for the evening. Taking in one last deep breath, you slowly opened your eyes, while simultaneously lifting the lid. The most beautiful green dress you had ever seen was in that box, and the only thought you had was Please let it be long enough.

And to your delight: it was just right and reminded you of what you would have called a fairy dress as a child.

This might work…

Part 5

AN2.0 These are the dresses I had in mind (at least similar to these)

https://www.pinterest.de/pin/501869952227365040/

https://www.pinterest.de/pin/501869952227365167/

https://www.pinterest.de/pin/501869952227365003/

AN2.0 What will the evening bring? let me know what you think :P

REBLOGS and comments are appreciated:)

Thank you very much.

~MaggY

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[oliswamp]

Anxious Manwhore AU: Extended family edition

tags via @nightmarearian

Yes, yes, and yes. To those not in the known, Laertes was Ody's father. Specifying this because there's also Hamlet character of the same name lol.

My musings under cut!

Laertes having unspecified sort of mental illness resulting in psychosis just Makes Sense. Maybe he had schizoaffective disorder? Jumping between depression and (hipo)mania he has shown Odysseus how to deal with various mental states, and although it was a huge baggage for the entire family, Ody loves his father to bits.

Odysseus knows his father both as his best (hunting that fucking Boar; Argonauts) and the worst, his depressive episodes when he wouldn't want to even show his face to the people.

When Ody starts experiencing hallucinations and delusions, Laertes tries to help as much as he can with his experiences.

They both feel pretty helpless about the state of the lineage though, because who would want to marry someone with such baggage, even if they were a king?

And then comes Penelope. Penelope with her own baggage, but so much understanding and resourcefulness, she completely blows them away with her methods of dealing with mental stuff. She listens, understands, and helps.

Laertes has a conversation with Odysseus that goes: "if you don't marry her and worship the ground she walks on, I'm going to disinherit you". It's an empty threat, they both know Odysseus already worships the ground Penelope walks on.

Later, once they're expecting a child, Laertes prays to any god who listens that little Telemachus (or Telemachia, depending on what gender the child is gonna turn out) doesn't have the same baggage as his father.

The gods only kind of listen.

Telemachus is autistic. (Did you know autism was considered a symptom of schizophrenia until very recently? Like. It literally was not considered its own thing until like 1980)

More on my headcanons later, I really need to do my homework now, but to reiterate: I completely agree with the tags. Especially since I'm schizoaffective myself.

So yeah! Tune in later for more AU thoughts, and perhaps the first draft of the song! (I promise nothing)

Taglist: @the-beloved-genloss-niki (ask to be added and I'll @ you each time I make a post about this au!)

[oliswamp]

Quick update on the Anxious Manwhore AU!

I'm lowkey dying. So much homework. But! I figured out most of the melodies for the song!

I'm currently only alive through the power of Black Energy Drink and a cancelled lecture. Choir tonight. We'll see, if I don't sleep much there might be an update or a snippet or SOMETHING in like 6 to 8 hours. As usual I promise nothing.

[oliswamp]

I made no significant progress on "Agreement" but I did figure out some things with Thunder Bringer/There Are Other Ways mashup so I will rest in piss this holiday knowing I did bare minimum.

I don't even have a snippet to share because I left my puter at home :lament:

Love all the notifs I'm getting for this blog, but if y'all have other thoughts feel free to ask me either in DMs or in reblogs/comments

Love y'all

[oliswamp]

I'm back!

The story goes along a little like this: Odysseus goes through all the trouble he usually goes in the story up until Circe Saga. He sings the songs normally, experiences his usual troubles, Hermes helps-

When it comes to Circe's proposal, he weighs pros and cons and... he says he won't do it. He can't. He's too ashamed of it. He cannot imagine cheating on his wife.

But after the song concludes, after Circe says she'll get him and his crew to Underworld... he feels an inkling of doubt.

It worked this time, but will the life be so merciful to him again?

He confesses to Circe that he could have said yes, but didn't. It weighs on him, the knowledge that he was so close to fucking things up for his crew. To losing them.

And Circe calls him an idiot and tells him that if a woman says A, it means A, not B, and certainly not C or D or E or whatever else Ody thought. He should take things at face value. "Oh women are so hard to understand-" no. just listen. and accept.

Ody just nods at that. He kind of already knew it, but... ten years is a long time without having his wife around, so he almost forgot just how easy that could be.

And that's my plan for an original fan song. That I'm writing. And composing. Right now.

I have zero ideas for the melody so I'm just going to steal from various sources (different Epic songs) until I get a sense of what I want to do with it.

But I already have the lyrics!

Well, they might change after I figure out the melody. But that's future me's problems.

Ah Circe, thank you for your help Before we depart can we have one final word? Of course Oddyseus, you've proven yourself I trust you won't stab me in the back Bringing us back to the first square No, I won't, but something clouds my conscience What could be so important? Well when I opposed you I said I can't do what you want Because of my wife and son Wait you have a son—? And I was completely serious Get that; it is imperious For understanding of what I'm about to say Okay? We have an agreement. Agreement? Yes, That she wouldn't be bothered If I lied with another If it were for my life or my crew Then, why didn't you? I was scared she would be Disappointed in me And disgusted I even Considered to cheat I— don't even know what to say to that Aside from the fact that you're stupid. What— If a woman says it's fine Then you better not be vain And think of yourself as more important Than her word If she were to be disgusted She would told you this up front Such is the way of the women Of this world Ah I see My mistake— She would be more disappointed You didn't uphold your duty to your men To my comrades I owe my life For my friends I must do what's right Or maybe wrong, even if it's going to make me a monster…

Now off I go to try and make this song a reality-

Introducing: Anxious Manwhore AU A.K.A. my twist on the Manwhore AU as we know it.

Penelope has anxiety and OCD in this one, and Odysseus isn't without an anxious bone in his body either.

Following changes happen:

Penelope deals with her obsessive thoughts and compulsions by speaking them out loud and making contingency plans

Oddyseus is used to being woken up in the middle of the night to talk to her about said contingency plans

Penelope had the wildest anxious thoughts, and I mean the wildest. Who would wonder about whether or not they're going to be attacked by a plague of bees, and prepared for this occurrence?

Penelope wakes Ody up several times during the night right before war. Her concerns are more or less grounded in reality, but Odysseus is patient. Until the night two days before his departure for war, when Penelope says this:

“If…” she starts saying and then stops herself, on the edge of embarrassment and conviction. “Speak, my beloved. Say what's on your mind.” “If you had to… use your charm on someone,” she starts uneasily. “Don't be afraid to do this.” “Of course, Penelope.” “I mean it,” there's a spark of something in her eyes that make Odysseus stop in tracks. “If you need to cheat on me—do it.” “Cheat on you?? Penelope— I'd never—” “Promise me.” Penelope's voice is one of steel. “If you are ever forced to do something or need to win someone over or generally protect your life— Do it.” “In what situation would that even happen?” Odysseus almost laughs but he knows better now than to laugh at Penelope's anxieties. Her fears are real to her, and he would rather cut off his right hand than trivialise what's important to her.

And that is a story less humorous than Manwhore AU, but one I want to tell.

More in reblogs… later. I have chores to do.

[oliswamp]

So that was a lie. Anyway, here's an Anxious Manwhore rant brought to you by Pink Black Energy Drink do I care that it makes no sense? no no I don't.

Bringing you: post Circe (and Underworld) Saga stuff.

Everything goes about the same in the story, not the most exciting sentence I've ever written. But then Thunder Bringer comes around and we've got a change.

After "Captain?" Odysseus doesn't focus on Penelope— well, that's a lie, he does. He thinks about their arrangement. He says, “There are no lengths I wouldn't go, If it were you I had to save…” "Captain, will we die?" "Not if I have my way."

And then "There Are Other Ways" main melody starts playing and Odysseus starts seducing Zeus.

There will also be an original mashup of the songs, with changed lyrics, but I have only the barebones of it still because the songs are in different keys and I have to match everything including the ranges of voices so that I don't accidentally write Odysseus singing in Soprano. Like, can you imagine such amateur work? I'd die.

But yeah. I'd also include a snippet of the beginning of "Arrangement" but it's a middle of a lecture and I am typing this furiously hoping the teacher won't round up and look onto my screen.

...actually fuck it.

Have fun with that!

Taglist: @nightmarearian @the-beloved-genloss-niki

Quick update on the Anxious Manwhore AU!

I'm lowkey dying. So much homework. But! I figured out most of the melodies for the song!

I'm currently only alive through the power of Black Energy Drink and a cancelled lecture. Choir tonight. We'll see, if I don't sleep much there might be an update or a snippet or SOMETHING in like 6 to 8 hours. As usual I promise nothing.