And is beginning
To succumb to
It cannot wake
From the endless
To worsen day by day.
Before it can start
Anew, it must have an end.
I pray there’s a happy
Ending but deep down,
I know those only exist
In fairy tales.
Warnings: smut, fluff, invasion of privacy. Use protection kiddos.
Words: 1,242 (im not even sorry lmao)
A/N: I had some difficulty with my laptop so it took longer to write this than I anticipated.
The meadow was your favorite place to spend time during the
spring. The smell of the flowers helped you to relax, and the scenery was a perfect
contribution to your writing portfolio. You were applying for a position as a
creative writings teacher at the local rec center in the fall and needed to
submit a few of your stories with your application. Nobody at Stark Tower knew
of your secret talent except for one person. Your boyfriend.
Thor was amazed by the way you saw things and interpreted
them into words.