#theagentturnedwanderer

[johndougansmith]

Introductions II Claire and John

In the corner of a bar John had decided to give himself a moment to himself as he finally found himself away from the rambunctious crowd of his old school friends that decided to have far too many in a night in celebration of an engagement, not his own but he thought never likely at his age. 

He was very close to drunk with the fifth drink of the night, nearly unsteady in his feet as he walked to drop his car keys to the man at the bar with the thought still clear his mind not drive once he was convinced to join in celebration and break his rule as the designated driver. 

John was a true Scotsman. In the mood he could be the best drinkers at the table and unfortunately his friends had tested him. The buzz of alcohol was heady feeling he liked but come morning he knew it was something soon to regret. 

At the bar he heard the shouting orders of a round by his table of friends and he looked at the barman. His hands drew out the notes from his wallet, handing the money over before he headed back to the tables. 

With a slightly bump of his arm he misjudged his path, finding himself in the way of a short woman that was a whole foot lower standing at his shoulder. “Sorry, lass -“ hands at his side with a step back to let her pass. 

He stopped, his mouth agape slightly at the sight of her and with a stare. She was a women far out of his league but he was immediately taken by her he had forgotten himself completely. 

“Will you take a drink as an apology?” He asked, attempting to cover his embarrassment. The drink in his system making him confident now by the sudden offer that he had made. It was clear the alcohol had loosened his tongue. 

[benevolentgodloki]

There had been a year of relative peace in their home. Loki had grown restless working at the shop but there were very few options available to him what with using Claire’s bank account and being unable to have his own background checks. He needed to stay off the radar and he wasn’t going to manage that by faking his way onto the system. Sometimes he entertained himself by submitting anonymous theories online to scientists to upset them. Other times he hunted down trolls to troll them back. Anything to keep him from getting too ambitious.

Things started going wrong the day the first school child went missing. A child from Claire’s class. A few days later another one vanished. Then another. And another. The town was in uproar, police a sudden new constant in poor Miss Oswald’s life, which also meant a lot of hiding for Loki. They were already suspicious as to this mysterious partner who clearly shared Claire’s home and had taken to watching the house. He’d had to call in sick at the shop just to keep from showing up. Besides, he wanted to remain nearby to console Claire whenever they gave her a moment to breathe. It was ridiculous. How was this anything to do with her?

He soon found out who it was about. Loki woke up in their shared bed with a scream. He sat there paralysed, not seeing the bedroom, but a room of cold, monolith black, and the terrible noseless face of Ebony Maw. The image projected into his mind alone.

“Poor lost child. We know what you did on Ehlastia. You have disappointed him very much and now you will pay the price.”

“GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” Loki yelled. He thrust his hand out in a pointless attempt to make a magical attack. Of course, nothing came, but the image vanished. He gasped at the bedroom, painfully aware of Claire beside him. “Oh, god,” he choked out, clutching at his hair. “It’s me. It’s because of me!”

@theagentturnedwanderer​

[therapardalis]

[Impression Meme for @theagentturnedwanderer​.]

😵 for a random headcanon between our muses.

‘Dessert Wars’. It becomes a bit of a custom that every couple of weeks when they meet up, with or without Adam and the puppy, they make sure there’s a couple of varieties of cake or other sweets to try. It also becomes a tradition that they’ll good naturedly argue about which is better each time.

(Bonus second one; Thera doesn’t say so, but she still keeps a weather eye out for new books on linguistics and written languages, just on the off-chance she���ll find whatever-that-was Claire jotted down after her vision ;) )

[killmebutneverinsultme]

“⁉” Sing your favorite sea shanty loud enough for anyone and everyone to hear

"WE'LL RANT AND WE'LL ROAR LIKE TRUE BRITISH SAILORS

WE'LL RANT AND WE'LL ROAR ALONG THE SALT SEAS

UNTIL WE STRIKE SOUNDINGS IN THE CHANNEL OF OLD ENGLAND

FROM USHANT TO SCILLY IS THIRTY-FIVE LEAGUES!"~

[killmebutneverinsultme2]

Though he’d had the good sense to moor his ship at the far side of the island, Jack still needed to get there in one piece. No one had expected the Spanish invasion (there was a joke in there somewhere) and the little English town didn’t stand a chance. Its defenses were overrun and soldiers swarmed the settlement. A terrible shame, really. Whilst daylight wouldn’t have tolerated the pirate’s presence, its taverns and brothel cared little who paid them coin. Captain Sparrow had been enjoying the former with the intention of visiting the latter when chaos broke out.

There was a good chance he would lose some of his crew. Thankfully Gibbs was aboard the Pearl along with half of his more trusted associates. The other half he’d have to hope would manage to get to the hidden longboat, and preferably not row it off before he could join them. Doubtful. They needed him.

As ill luck would have it, his escape was continuously hindered by soldiers, English and Spanish alike. He ducked and weaved between the alleys and doorways, creeping through shadows and breaking into a run whenever it suited. Toward the backmost parts of the town, overlooking the places of commerce, were the wealthier abodes. Here there were fewer hiding spots and it wasn’t long before there were shouts of pursuers. They were likely more interested in raiding the houses than chasing one miscreant but he was still a flailing target.

Jack dodged a shot and ran toward the nearest residence. He hopped up onto a low roof and sprang to climb higher up the townhouse. Sensing another impending blast from a rifle, he swung himself up and crashed through a window. He bowled along the floor and stumbled to his feet, slipping fast down a hallway and into a room to hide and catch his breath. 

It was then that he realised he was not alone. There was a woman; beautiful; finely dressed, staring right at him from across the room.

“Begging y’ pardon, love, if you’ll take a bit of advice. You don’t want to be on this island right now, trust me.”

@theagentturnedwanderer​

[boltxnbastard]

@theagentturnedwanderer​ sent  “Why did you do this?”  from assorted angst starters

❝ I’m afraid there was just no other way, my Lady. ❞    Ramsay wiped the blood casually from the blade    onto the leather of his clothing.

❝ I told you before, didn’t I? That I didn’t approve of    the way he looked at you? And yet-- he persisted!    Did he not? What other choice did I have? Hm? ❞

[timelxrd-victorious]

Zagreus

CLAIRE:

Claire sat deep in the room of the tardis. Hiding in the space between her bed and the wall. Knowing it was nearly pointless. He could bend this ship to his will.

It gave her comfort for the moment though as his voice echoed down the halls.

Her hands pressed tight over her ears she began to hum the first song that came to mind to try and drown it out.  

“Relax, Claire, it’s just a nursery rhyme.” The Doctor extended xir senses, searching for her through xir connection with xir Ship. Xe located her in what the TARDIS had designated as her bedroom; moved with long strides.

In no time at all xe’d opened her bedroom door, stepped over the threshold, closed the door behind xem, and leaned against the wall. Xe tilted xir head, watching her curiously with dark eyes. “A Gallifreyan nursery rhyme, but . . . still.”

[mrjohnbasilsmith]

Trip to Italy II Claire & John

@theagentturnedwanderer​

He had dated her for eight months as her live in bodyguard, continued to date while living with her for a few months more as he recovered from surgery after the incident and through the trial to meet their first anniversary. Yet again, another year though living apart on the insistence he had to allow her privacy and freedom to find her feet again before he let her ask him to return if she still chose to love him before he found them at now two and half years of a relationship.

It was a feat he hoped for but never imagined they would meet and he stilled loved her more each day. John had already known that this was the woman he loved more than anyone he had been with before. He often wondered how he had gotten so lucky.

A love that grew not only in personal changes but physical as he changed to be less stoic in his demeanour but light, happier even to show his happiness to be on her arm at events and ceremonies for work – it was strange, good but rather still a thing to get used to.

“Are we going to take this long?” he asked, tone half amused and the other stern to keep them on time. He looked at her, crowded by a team of make-up artists and hired help to get her ready for her night. “you look beautiful” complimenting her as he leant down to catch her cheek before being swatted by her artist.

“Oi there, you’ll ruin my work” her make-up artist, Amelia he thought her name was - scolded him lightly and he ducked, chuckling as he went. “alright, alright – I’m going, need to fix my tie anyhow” john grumbled, making sure he did well to get himself suited in his own suit made for the evening. It was a perk to be dressed in good suits because they wanted her to look er best and for him to look presentable with her.

John returned, black tie sorted and pulling on the matching suit jacket and checking his watch again. “I got a call; the taxi is downstairs for us and Alex is breathing down my neck asking where you are” he called out, seeing her rushed out and meeting him as he raised a brow.

“Hours that took you. It only took me an hour – I’ll never understand how you do these things and enjoy them” he teased, taking her hand and leading her to the taxi and allowing her a seat before he followed to sit beside her.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow” he said, kissing her temple as he placed a hand to her knee and hummed. They had long planned a trip for her next block of her break on a trip to Italy and a boat to cruise on for their time away. “Just you and I –“he said, just as they pulled up to flashes of cameras. “and no bloody paparazzi.”

[brendan-block]

That’s Nice: Name something you want to try in bed and will. Wine and Dine: Is it important to have a nice prelude before having relations?

"I ave never used food durin' sex before but I would love tae try it. At least whipped cream or some kind o' sweet syrup tae start. As for your other question, I don't think it's always important, but it's nice tae be seduced and romanced first sometimes."

[araedi]

@roseoswiins​  liked for some short fluff!

Holding open the door, cloak draped around his own shoulders, Thor’s brows furrowed in well-meaning concern. “Are you certain you’ll be warm enough for the evening? It’s a good couple of hours.” Between the walk and the wait for the northern lights this far North he was keen to make the trip as comfortable as possible. It would not do, after all, to bear witness to one of the beauties of Midgard distracted by something as simple as the cold.

[barnes-and-noble]

Bucky/Claire and 7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

Bucky sees her as someone he trusts and confides in about certain things and that would probably change once he realized that he cares for her on a deeper level. Distancing himself a bit just because he wouldn’t want to lose her. He would also be EVEN MORE protective of her and it wouldn’t be just on the mission field anymore. He would catch himself doing it most of the time and stop himself from making a scene but his mindset basically goes from ‘want her in my life’ to ‘need her in my life’ but unless that’s blatantly reciprocated he’s an awkward bean. Shy and controlling in a sense and unsure of it all.

[benevolentgodloki]

@theagentturnedwanderer continued from here

They had been having this back and forth since they had come back to the flat. Her wondering why his mood had taken a sour turn. When she had asked as a joke if he was jealous. His answer hadn’t been what she expected. But now from her place on the couch a laugh bubbled past her lips. Taking another bite from the take out container before using the chopsticks to point at him.

“You are!”

He was. It was stupid and his fingers itched for daggers he could no longer call, which in the end was for the best. Loki sat back in his seat, arms folded, legs spread, his expression sulky. His food lay presently untouched.

“What do I have to be jealous of?” He thrust out his hand for emphasis and began counting on his fingers. “I’m a god; I’m a prince - technically an heir to two kingdoms; I’m inordinately more intelligent; I’m experienced; I can take on even the most highly trained human..” He trailed off, not making eye contact. Loki wasn’t going to mention the fact he’d been caught off guard his first night as a mortal and the very reason he’d been bleeding on her sofa. 

[therapardalis]

[Munday Meme that got lost in the draft-box from @theagentturnedwanderer​.]

What is something you want people to know right away about yourself? ------------

I am almost always 99.9% less chill than I may appear. I just fake it really well, because I know that so many other RPers are also anxious and shy, so someone has to put up the brave face ;)

[killmebutneverinsultme]

It doesn't exactly get cold on this port island and snow is something she has only heard of in stories from travellers that come for a night. But as the days gets shorter and the new year nears she remembers what holiday it is. Through clever slipping she leaves a fresh bottle of rum and a small tin bird that can balance on the tip of the finger and spins like the needle of a compass in the pirate captain's hammock for him to find when he returns from the pubs.

"Best Christmas gift ever," Jack commented on finding the items in his hammock. It wasn't an understatement either, his few actually celebrated Christmases at best involving something being taken away and at worst that something being a piece of him. In his family, it was a miracle he still had all his appendages attached.

He would have to remember to offer to take Claire to Snowy Island one day, assuming it was still cursed to eternal winter. He'd wrap up warm and have to try not to grumble, but he had a feeling she might enjoy it.

[thetwelfthdoctorofgallifrey-blog]

Claire and John II Rocker Au

Sitting at group had always been a strange thing to him when he had come into his therapy sessions but after his incidents, he had gone along with it in hopes it did well for him in the end and made him better for it. At least it had been kept quiet for the most part; none of his business had been told other than what got out – “John Dougan Smith attends rehab” the “washed up” and “old rock star” he tended to ignore was even part of it the same article. 

Of course, his career was slow but life had been rough and through that, he suffered from the stress and dealt with it terribly. If it wasn’t for the last remaining help of his sister and mates he would have done worse. However, it was his main motivation that was his son he wanted to make it up to most.

It was near the end of the sessions now with a few short weeks left and he was set to test himself for the real world but he couldn’t help think that he might miss it. If only for a source of sanity and comfort it brought over the time he had been here.

“Tea?” he asked, standing next to the table where the usual refreshments were laid out on the table. For a while he had been the only one to be standing there while others spoke to each other; he stood alone as he often did and saw a woman coming to join him.

A small smile flashed. “Sorry, we’ve been in the same group for awhile but I don’t think we’ve actually spoken alone together.” He held out his hand to shake hers for an introduction. “I’m John …and if I’m correct your name is Claire?” he asked.

[boltxnbastard]

Happy Happy Birthday Jen!!! 🎊🎉🎊🎉🎊🎊🎉🌻🎊🎉🎊🎂🍰🎂🍰🍨🍨

Steeeeph !! Thank you, my love !!!