Golden Couple - Alexander Skarsgard X Reader

Golden couple - Alexander Skarsgard x Reader

Title: Golden couple

Pairing: Alexander Skarsgard x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Imagine Alexander dedicating his emmy to you, his wife, and your children and expressing how much he loves you and dreams to be in a movie with you.

“All you guys.” he took a deep breath, thinking for a split second as he glanced at his costars “The ladies of the show. Thank you.” he added placing a hand over his heart “For uh making this boy feel like one of the girls.” he nodded his head as the crowd, along with you, cheered for him and laughed.

“There are also some incredible women I want to thank.” he continued “My mother, who took the flight right from Stockholm, Sweden to be here today. That means a lot to me.” he said and you grinned, clapping along with everybody else as you looked at your mother-in-law and she smiled back before both of you looked at Alexander “Oh and- and-” he remembered something as it seemed “Thanks for giving birth to me. That- that was pretty cool.” he shrugged softly and you giggled as the crowd laughed.

“And of course this is dedicated to the three of the most beautiful women on the face of Earth, other than my wonderful mom, that I have the great pleasure to call my daughters and wife!” he grinned, locking eyes with yours as you clapped with a big smile along with the rest of the audience “My wife really above everybody not just for putting up with me, not just for- for loving me so much as to be the mother of my child for the third time. Real big great job for that honey, I don’t know how you do it!” he chuckled and the audience laughed as you shrugged.

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Summer Nights

Pairing: Halstead Brothers x Sister!Reader

Request: … would you do a Halstead siblings request with a younger sister reader? Like there’s a summer blackout causing half the city to have no power so two of the siblings end up crashing the thirds apartment (I have zero preference for who’s apartment) resulting in sibling sleepover?

Summary: There are two things you shouldn’t take for granted. 1. AC and 2. Sibling love

Notes: I don’t really know what this is. If it makes you smile, maybe give it a reblog?

There were several reasonable explanations as to why over half the city was becoming a void of heat and darkness. It could have been damaged transmission lines, or the power plant exploding, or maybe you were about to be in the middle of the Chicago version of Battle: LA. You didn’t know for sure. What you did know was it was the middle of July and you were dying.

You had spent the last five hours in a tank top and shorts doing nothing but laying in the middle of your living room floor staring at the ceiling. You had already eaten your supply of ice cream and rubbed all the ice cubes you had over your skin, which only succeeded in wetting your clothes and irritating you.

At this point, the sun had single handedly siphoned your will to exist on this plane.

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Elf Drabble Request!!

Rules: Followers send a number and Elf (thranduil, legolas, nuada, kandomere) to me ask and I will include that in the drabble.

► 12. “I’m pregnant.” Kandomere

You knew he paid attention to the little things.

When something was moved he noticed. When you didn’t answer on the third ring of his phone called he noticed. When you didn’t wash your hair with those three drops of tea tree essential oil mixed into the shampoo he noticed.

So when you were sicker than normal he was beyond notified…..he was alarmed. Your skin wasn’t hot to the touch and the rise and fall of your chest as you heaved over the toilet didn’t falter in pattern. You waved him away mumbling about bad sushi from downtown. He relented only after bringing back a soothing warm cup of tea. At the bottom were three little lemon slices and you could see the glob of honey starting to dissolve; enough to sweet and not ruin the taste of the tea.

Afterwards he insisted you brushed your teeth, the stench of vomit burned his sensitive nose. While you curled up in bed, he cleaned the toilet and threw out the mat from where you didn’t reach the toilet in time.

On his way back to the bedroom, Kandomere stopped at the large calendar he kept posted in his office. In the right corner of each day, as it passed, was a little start drawn in pencil. Each week a different symbol.

He noticed the past week had been left unmarked and he swiftly walked back to the bathroom. Beneath the sink was an opened pack of familiar pink and yellow feminine care products. The same could be said for the full container of pain medication and the untouched secret stash of chocolate you kept in the bottom of your towel bin.

It was probably nothing until he causes the fresh stench of vomit again. Running to the bed room he saw you heaved over the bed, still clutching the mug of spilling tea, while shaking from each upchuck. He was quickly at your side, prying your grip from the mug before you burned yourself more. When you were done he ran a bath, cleaned the bed while you soaked miserably, and came to you with clean clothes; a shirt and panties this time.

“You’re pregnant,’ he murmured against your head. It took you a moment, of course the past couple of months you and Kandomere had been more intimate, though it never crossed your mind that you might be carrying his child. Spotty periods before this was a normal occurrence before Kandomere. Missing one meant doubling up on the next; so, testing for a pregnancy hadn’t crossed your mind.

“I’m pregnant.”

You replied after a few minutes of silence.

Kandomere saw your eyes fall closed and he wasn’t sure if it was from shock or exhaustion.  

Our Darling Daughter

All done?” you ask.

“Yeah,” Gwen says happily.

You wipe her face and hands and then pack the remainder of your lunch back into the basket.

“Can we feed the ducks now?” Gwen asks holding her feet.

You hum and nod.

“Yay!” she exclaims.

Kandomere smiles as he hands your daughter her toy.

You’re about to pick up the basket when he stops you.

“Oh, Darling, let me get that,” he says.

“Oh um…” you mutter and let him pick up the basket instead.

He tucks the small basket into the stroller and then  both of you fold up the blanket and pack it away.

“Come here Mi pequena, Hija,” Kandomere says and scoops Gwen up and sets her on his shoulders.

She laughs in delight and you giggle when she flaps the wings of her dragon plushie on top of your husband’s head as he walks. Kandomere walks beside you as you push the stroller and head for the duck pond. Once at the water’s edge on a small outcropping, you pull out a bag of dried corn from the stroller and Kandomere sets Gwen down on her feet. You give Kandomere a handful of corn and then kneel down to give some to Gwendolyn and take her dragon plushie and set in the stroller.

And she stretches her arm above her head to toss it into the water.

You gently catch her hand, “Wait, until they swim over here.”

You watch as some of the ducks who had already become curious of your group start to swim in your direction. When they get close enough you let go of her hand and she sticks out her tongue as she throws it as hard as she can into the water directly in front of you. A couple ducks catch the furthest bits of corn she threw and eat them happily. You give her another handful and she throws it and the ducks dive under the surface of the water after it. Kandomere throws bits of his corn far out into the pond in an attempt to lure in more ducks. As you give Gwen a third handful she runs forwards towards the water out of your reach.

“Kandomere!” you cry.

He quickly wraps an arm around her and picks her up, carrying her away from the water, and then he sets her back down next to you.

“Stay on the grass, Gwendolyn,” Kandomere says.

“Okay, Papá,” Gwen says.

You grab a hold of your daughter’s other hand so she won’t run off again.

He smiles at her and throws the remainder of his corn and Gwen throws hers and watches the ducks happily. Your husband retrieves the last pieces of corn from the bag and splits it between all of you. You transfer your daughter’s hand to Kandomere’s and he kneels down next to her and you throw your corn into the water and Gwen smiles and jumps up and down in her little blue dress. As Gwen throws her last handful out to the ducks, she then stares out at the furthest duck who couldn’t get to you all in time.

“Oh no! He didn’t get any food!” she yells.

“Hold on,” Kandomere says.

He stands up again and you hold onto Gwendolyn.

He stares at the duck for a moment and then throws the corn way out into the pond and right in front of the lone duck who then scoops it up in his beak.

Gwen squeals, “Graicas, Papá!”

He smiles down at her and you put the empty bag away.

Kandomere picks Gwen up again and he hands her back her toy and she sets it on top of his head and he huffs a little. Then you all start following the path again and walk on a little bridge over a river filled with koi and finally break off to step into the trees. You’re having difficulty pushing the stroller over and around the tree roots and Kandomere sets Gwen down and takes over for you. You lead your daughter by the hand out of the trees and to a familiar wheat field, Kandomere leaves the stroller nearby and then takes your hand in his and you walk to the spot where The Northern Light had been so many years ago.

Kandomere lets go of your hand and searches the ground for a moment and then kneels down and gestures for Gwen to come towards him.

You let her go and she walks over to him, “Do you see this?” he asks.

Gwen tilts her head as she looks at the ground and shakes her head.

He gives her a small smile and then pushes some of the wheat down around the two of them, “How about now?”

Gwendolyn frowns, “It’s just a hole.”

Kandomere chuckles, “Yes, but more specifically it’s an impression, from this dragon,” he says and points to her dragon plushie.

Gwen looks down at her toy and gasps, “SHE WAS HERE?!”

You both let out a laugh and then you kneel down next to her, “She was, and she sat right here.”

Gwendolyn sits on the ground and places her blue and white dragon toy on the ground, “Like this?”

Kandomere nods and points up at the sky, “She soared down past those buildings and into this field and landed right here,” he continues gesturing to the ground.

Gwen smiles, “Whoosh,” she says and throws her hands out and a small gust of wind blows through the field.

Your’s and Kandomere’s eyes widen and he puts his index finger over his mouth, “Shh.”

Gwen repeats the gesture and says, “Shh.”

You smile at your daughter and then at Kandomere and he returns it.

“Me and mommy even got to talk to her,” Kandomere adds.

“Really? Was she nice? She looks like a nice dragon,” Gwen says and pats her toy.

You run your fingers through your daughter’s long blue hair, “She is.”

As you walk back to your car finally you have to put Gwendolyn in the stroller because she’s getting sleepy and when you start to try and push the stroller again Kandomere sets his hand on it. And it’s not long before you realize that you feel almost no resistance from the stroller and you stare up at the elf helping you push it.

He meets your gaze, “What?”

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“Helping you push,” he says.

You eye him suspiciously.

“I just want to do an equal amount of the work,” he says.

You stop and stare at him, “Is that what this is?”

He sighs, “I love you both very much and I just don’t want you to strain yourself.”

You shake your head and smile at him and then reach your hand up towards his face to pull him in for a kiss.

When you reach the car he lifts Gwen out of the stroller and sets her in her car seat.

You start to pack everything into the trunk and fold up the stroller.

“Querida, please allow me,” Kandomere says.

“Kandomere, it’s fine I’ve got it by…” you trail off as you glance up at him finally.

There’s a touch of concern on his face and you stare at him confused and then he gently takes it from you and puts it in the trunk. You then start to walk to the passenger’s side as he closes the trunk and he quickly follows and then opens your door for you.

“Kandomere, what is going on?” you demand.

He stares at you and then at your daughter in the backseat of the running car now playing with her Angelo plushie she had left there. He shuts the passenger door and then his hands move to your hips and he pulls yours against his and then leans down next to your ear.

“You’re pregnant,” he whispers.

Your eyes widen and he pulls back to meet your gaze.

“No,” you say, “Kandomere, I’m not-“

“You are. I can tell,” he says.

“How?” you question.

He smiles and leans forwards and trails his lips across your neck, pressing a few kisses to your skin, “Your scent. You smell just like you did when you were pregnant with Gwen,” he whispers against your neck.

Your hand moves to his hair and he pulls back.

You shake your head, “I’m hardly late.”

He hums, “I seem to recall about a month ago when we had my mother watch Gwendolyn for our date night…”

You smile fondly at the memory, it stirring a warmth in your body, and you brush your fingers against the elf’s ear.

His eyes close and he growls.

You smile and press your hand to his face.

“I remember it was a highly erotic and romantic evening,” he whispers.

You smile again and then stare down at your abdomen and place your hand on it, “But what if it’s twins?”

He places his hand over yours and you stare at the platinum wedding band on his ring finger, “I’ll be here to help you,” he assures you.

You stare up at him, “The neighbors already file enough complaints about Gwen, imagine how they’ll be with three kids?”

“Then we’ll move,” Kandomere says with a shrug, “To a house close to my mother.”

You roll your eyes.

He lifts your hand up and presses a kiss to your knuckles, “She’ll be closer and can help you when I’m not there. And we’ll have a yard for them to play around in.”

You smile and nod, “Alright.”

You glance back at Gwen and Kandomere follows your gaze, “She’ll be four when I give birth,” you say.

“I’m sure she’ll be thrilled at the prospect of younger siblings, “Kandomere says with a smile.

You smile back at him and then he pulls you in for a kiss.

Running, Freedom, Salvation (1/19)

Prompt: “Run, run, run. That’s all we ever do. All we’ve ever done.” You paused, feeling the wind brush through your hair. Taking a deep breath, steadied yourself and met his eyes. “Do you think it’ll finally stop?”

Maze Runner: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight

Scorch Trials: one - two - three - four - five - six

Death Cure: one - two - three - four - five

A/N (2019/10/20): As of today, I will be editing and adding to each chapter weekly. Just overall trying to make the series better and more engaging. 

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Word Count (before): 2,132 Word Count (now): 4,334

Based off of: The first three minutes of The Maze Runner (this was mainly made up on my part, to get the story started. Further parts will be more based off the movie and actual canon scenes).

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