#xgoldxnhour

[mettleborn]

Mr & Mrs Smith - closed starter for @xgoldxnhour

The questions asked aren’t extremely intrusive but they are strangely specific; ranging from favourite foods, books, films and clothing brands, to more personal themes of sexual attraction and previous failed relationships. Throughout it all Samuel answers honestly, eyes fixed on the blinking red light ahead, the only indication that the computer system in front of him is observing and most likely monitoring the quality of both his answers and his physical reactions. It’s a surreal process, devoid of any human interaction and in truth, it is only when the machine through which his potential employer is communicating, asks if he is willing to relocate, that Sam is forced to pause. Admittedly he likes living in Seattle and can’t imagine living anywhere else, but if he is going to make the most of this opportunity, he knows he needs to be flexible. Living elsewhere at least avoids the complexity of bumping into family or friends and being forced to lie about his work, his life and his new wife - that is the only part of this process which he is confident about from his texts with the organisation; he won’t be working alone. From what he understands, if selected, he’ll be in deep cover with a partner, one he hopes has a decent kill count and sense enough to keep them both from getting in over their heads.

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It is less than a week later that he arrives in front of a large town house in Manhattan. It’s a big place, clearly expensive, most likely a family home – certainly a significant departure from his average rent bachelor pad in Seattle. Entering with the key that was couriered to him, Sam finds himself creeping slowly inside despite the fact it is obvious no one else is here. Carefully placing his bags down onto the freshly polished wooden floors, he takes the opportunity to have a quick look around. For a new home, the place feels strangely lived in – the bookshelves are filled with some of his favourite authors and the fridge is stocked with many of his favourite foods and soda. Noticing a case of his preferred brand of beer, Sam makes a mental note to return for one after he’s finished unpacking.

Walking through from the kitchen to the large living area, which looks ideal for entertaining company, he notices another set of bags set down beside the sofa, left stranded similarly to his own. Hearing a small scuffle Samuel turns swiftly to see a small ginger cat begin to rub its face against the side of the sofa before moving towards him, clearly seeking some attention. Bending, Sam rubs his palm along the length of its back, watching as it arches in response, the action causing a soft smile; weird, it must have come with the house.

Moving through the rooms, Sam discovers a door with a discreet fingerprint locking mechanism, pressing his thumb to it expectantly, it immediately opens, allowing him access. Upon entering, he finds himself face to face with a stranger, presumably his new housemate, or should he say wife. Oh, she’s pretty, the kind of pretty that looks like butter wouldn’t melt in fact, certainly not the kind of woman who looks like she is an accomplished assassin or mercenary of some kind; that is a strength of course; to disguise her threat so naturally - no one would see her coming, not even Sam himself.

“Hi, I’m…” Pausing for a second, Sam suddenly realises that to use his real name in a situation like this would probably be foolhardy. “I’m John, John Smith…and you must be…Jane.”

#[samuel silas] blessed are those who hunger and thirst for justice #Mr & Mrs Smith verse #xgoldxnhour #Eloise #Closed Starter #((This was a great idea! Hope this starter works for you!)) #Modern assassin verse

[invncibleiron]

@xgoldxnhour liked this for a starter

"What do we got?" Tony leaned back in his chair so far it was in imminent danger of falling over--in fact, it would have done, if he hadn't built the chair to withstand the gravitational force of The Incredible Hulk. That, like perfecting his newest smoothie recipe and building the stray cat that had entered Avenger's Tower a tiny Iron Man suit, were the only sort of projects Tony seemed to be able to put his mind to in weeks. To everyone else, when asked when the new designs were coming in and what his next "genius" invention would be, Tony smiled, winked, and told them all he didn't want to ruin the surprise. Only El--and JARVIS, of course--knew how dire things really were. The board of investors was going to be knocking on their door in less than twenty-four hours, the R&D department had pitched Tony nothing better than a new phone update that moved the charging port to the opposite side, and all the sketches across Tony's desk now featured a pizza donut hybrid and nothing at all tangible that Stark Industries could put on the fall market.

Tony crumpled up the latest design into a tight paper ball and tossed it into the nearby trash can. It landed, giving him the slightest reassurance that he could do something right--as long as it wasn't something important. He did not want to admit that top-of-the-line, cutting-edge tech company she'd joined was at a standstill, that her "genius" boss was throughly stumped. He glanced at the clock and swore. It was nearing midnight. "What are you still doing here?" he asked. He wanted her here, of course--as a friend, as a confidant, as...something--but not as his employee racking in way too much overtime. HR was going to murder him. "Go home, El. We'll pick this up in the morning."

#xgoldxnhour #v: avengers assemble #[queue] i will explain it when we get back; i will draw pictures; i will use puppets

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

( Closed 20′s Verse Starter for II @xgoldxnhour )

It didn’t matter how tough the young detective’s week had been, how many papers he had filed, or how many bruises and black eyes he had managed to collect; tonight it was one black eye, unfortunately. All Richard Mayhew knew was that, at some point, he always found himself back at the same bar, and at the same seat, ordering the same drink, and chatting with the same familiar face. In fact, the young detective was not only quite fond of his routine, but he rather liked El’s company. Sitting at his usual seat and talking about his day, or his latest case, or anything really, made him feel oddly peaceful. “El, I promise ye’ it’s not as bad as it looks,” he smiled assuringly at the woman, as he tried to hide his black eye under the shadow of his flat cap. “Believe me, I’ve had a lot worse.”

#xgoldxnhour #//ghkjdshgkjd im sorry this is late!!!// #//but i finally had time to properly sit and write up a starter!// #//i hope this is okay for the 20s verse? :)// #//if not then pls let me know!// #1920;au #//im so excited for this <3//

[onlydevilsleft]

“Close To You”

                  @xgoldxnhour

Kayce's head tipped to the side as he slid into the pantry behind her. He was being a sneak on purpose, hoping she didn't hear until she felt his body press up against her. Front to back. Fit against him. Molded. His fingers were part of working hands, a little stubbier than some men, thicker, but perfect but finding purchase and holding on for the rest of his life. And that's what they did now, as they curled into her hips, pulling her in until her ass pressed seamless against his groin. His eyes closed when his nose buried itself in her golden locks and he inhaled deeply. The words came off grumbled. Murmured. Barely audible. "Wha's a cowboy have t'do t'get a ride 'round here...?" It was part jest, all seriousness, and perhaps one pinch horny...

#ic #muse | kayce #xgoldxnhour #⸶ light the shadow dark my days ;; i made a promise i’m not going to break ⸷ | el and kayce { otp } #⸶ mother forgive us for our sins ;; we know not what we do ⸷ | asks

[shelbysdevil]

❛ We didn’t even make it to the bed last night … ? ❜

Morning after starters from here @xgoldxnhour

Tommy’s head was still heavy from the gin they must have shared last night. The new example of his very own gin had to be tested properly and it seemed that it had been, considering the empty glasses and bottles laying on the ground in his home office. “Apparently.” he mumbled and didn’t dare to move up from the couch they were laying on. His wrist rested on his forehead while Eloise turnt around in his arm to face him, but her head got soon too heavy so it lowered back onto his bare chest where he could weakly play with her long strains of hair.

Sometimes he forgot how beautiful she actually was and how blessed he was since he was still anything but a sweet and loyal lover. But all of that changed as she stumbled into his life and suddenly Tommy Shelby had indeed settled in his heart even if he wouldn’t communicate it that way. “I love your hair. It’s so damn soft. And long.” he mumbled half asleep, strains of the blonde hair twirling around his forefinger. “You’re like an fucking Angel, Eloise. An Angel sleeping with the devil.” It was absurd wasn’t it?

At least it made him chuckle and El just teased him back by saying “Doesn’t matter how often you claim that, Thomas. But you’re not a devil. You’re actually… pretty nice. Sometimes.” She giggled herself and both just lost themselves in soft laughter which was pretty uncommon for Tommy Shelby, but with her it somehow occurred more often than he would have expected it as this started.

“And I fuck pretty nice.” he asserted after a while with a cocky smirk on his lips, earning him nothing more than a weak slap to his chest before Eloise pushed herself up to look down at him. Finally he removed his wrist to see her, his hand searching for the touch of her skin that always warmed him up so easily. Eloise leaned into his touch like a cat and he couldn’t deny how much he actually adored that.

“You fuck pretty nice.” she admitted with a grin, taking his hand to kiss the inner palm before resting both of her hands under her chin to lay on his chest again.

“I’m flattered you don’t look at me as a devil, Eloise. But at least we might find common ground in saying I fuck like one.”

Again he laughed while she just buried her head into his chest with a playful groan, his smile spreading even wider by just listening to her laugh that sounded like a damn melody for him. The purest sound he ever heard.

#xgoldxnhour #Tommy x Eloise #;answers

[sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins]

xgoldxnhour asked : “ you gonna give me an idea of where we’re going? ”  (Jacob)

Eye Candy Sentence Starters. / @xgoldxnhour​​ -- accepting

       𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐎’𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐦. More men for the slaughter, more men to feed though he also was also of the mind that one should look for their own food in this dog-eat-dog world, but at the end of the day, new recruits didn’t go as unnoticed by his right-hand man. He always kept a close eye on them, not trusting any one of them until they proved their purpose. Jacob never thought he’d see the day that Colm would willingly allow a woman into their crew for as much as he loved to belittle women in their talks. He always spoke of how weak they were, which is why Jacob took another step with this new recruit that he didn’t with others. 

       He wanted to test her. He knew plenty of the O’Driscolls were fools in his opinion, but maybe this could be a turn for the better. Really, he hoped she would impress him with her skill. He already was aware of everything a woman was capable of with her ambitious sister in Saint Denis, but he wanted her to prove Colm wrong.

       When she heard her speak, he peered over at her in the corner of his eye and only allowed a sigh to be his answer for the moment. He allowed his horse to roam on the country road, testing to see how far her patience thinned. To him, it seemed to thin too quickly for his liking.

       He exhaled slowly through his nose, his eyes directed up towards the sky. ❝ You don’t like to be given orders, do you? ❞

#asks #xgoldxnhour #( let me know if I need to add or change anything ) #sexism mention tw #( just because Colm is an asshole ) #( 𝑨 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓? 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆? ; asks (( Jacob )) #( 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒆 ; western verse (( Jacob )) #( thanks for sending this in ! )

[shctsfired]

@xgoldxnhour continued from x.

Harper couldn't help but laugh, which wasn't the easiest task but El always seemed to be able to crack that tough exterior she always tried to put up; perhaps it was because they knew one another from the QZ, or maybe it was just El's personality. Even in this shitty world, it didn't seem to dim her light, which was something she couldn't exactly say about herself.

She turned to look at her, the sleeping bag covering her smirk. "At least you'd kill me for something tasty. I was willing to take you out over a simple cheese pizza. But if it makes you feel any better, we'll say it was triple cheese." Her laughter seemed to cover up the noise from her grumbling stomach.

With a sigh, she rolled back over, her gaze traveling to the starry sky. "I'm sure tomorrow will bring us more luck."

#xgoldxnhour #v; search for the light #//I just had to x3

[never-surrender]

@xgoldxnhour \\ Anthony

"Oh c'mon babe, lemme buy you just one beer," the man spoke to the woman with enough desperation to choke a horse... and quite frankly Anthony was sick of it. Sitting beside where the spectacle was happening, he knew damn well that this was his day off. He shouldn't have to worry about shit like this, and yet .... he found himself growing more and more agitated the more the man begged and refused to take the hint.

Shooting back the rest of his drink, Anthony growled a low noise in the back of his throat, shaking his head at himself ... and acted.

Standing, a large hand suddenly cups the back of the other man's head, slamming it down into the bartop with enough force to make the man's nose bleed... without breaking it. He knew exactly how much force to apply to accomplish such an action. "Hey asshole, she said she ain't interested. Now beat it."

#xgoldxnhour #sorry this is so late alksj I hope this works

[mettleborn]

@xgoldxnhour asked for a starter

"What do you see, when you look at me?"

#Hannibal Lecter #Hannibal RP #Closed starter #xgoldxnhour #((Here you go - go crazy whatever you fancy ha ha!))

[deputygonebye]

@xgoldxnhour​ || Starter. 

“Don’t jump to conclusions here.”

Shane said in a soft tone, offering his best morning smile to the mystery woman who went by the name of Eloise, least according to the print of her badge. 

“It’s alright, ma’am. You ain’t in trouble. My partner and I just stopped in for a quick cup of coffee before we hit the road. We ain’t ever been here before and decided to see if y’all was as good as folks around town say. Officer Grimes rather liked the name - The Brewed Awakening - and I couldn’t help but catch a whiff of the smells comin’ out of here. Smells real good. I’ll take your best black cup. No sugar and no cream, please. Just black. I’ll also take one of those chocolate cookies to go, too.”

Sorting through his pockets, a wallet filled to the brim with cards and cash, a tip of several dollars was already being shoved into the jar on the top of the counter before Eloise could speak. A little something extra - Shane knew his fellow deputy well - an extra thanks for the next-to-come order from Rick. 

“Actually, could I get four of those cookies? My buddy has a thing for sweets. I just know he’ll be upset if I don’t bring him a few extra.”

#xgoldxnhour #Pretty Much Dead Already || Pre Apocalypse Era #// Let me know if this isn't okay my friend!

[fxckingmoran]

~ @xgoldxnhour || [ flirt ] when someone else shows interest in receiver, sender steps in and makes it clear they're "taken" ~

Brow lifts, Sebastian hiding his grin into the rim of his glass as the woman steps in and pretends to be his girlfriend. "Thanks for that." Eyes watch the previous woman retreating, a scowl on her face and no doubt getting ready to bitch to her friends about him being a time waster. He turns to lean back against the bar, inspecting his saviour. "She was doing my fuckin' head in - Wouldn't shut up about her poodle." Hand lifts to call over the bartender. "Can I buy you a drink? Seems only fair, considering you're my fake girlfriend." Lips curve into a charming grin. "I'm Sebastian."

#xgoldxnhour #;answered

[iobartach]

@xgoldxnhour // one-liner thing

"I'm up to my neck in the noises." Clamorous sounds flood the night's air, calling constantly for action, to take charge and restore order; yet it plunders calming moments, prevents the usual detachment from vexing forces that seek and plague him. "So I thank god that walls can't talk."

#xgoldxnhour #verse; trasnaigh an rubaicón

[wrathfulmercy]

​❝ good morning. no, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer… ❞

Autumn/Halloween starters from here @xgoldxnhour

“Mhm...raining?” Rick mumbled still half asleep and blinked his eyes to get a clearer sight at the window. She was right like she always was but that didn't change the fact that he promised Judith to find a pumpkin so they could carve it. “But...we gotta find a pumpkin.” he murmured and rolled around, his arms wrapping around his wife while his nose nuzzled into her hair.

“Pumpkins don't run, Rick. There's plenty of time even if you stay a bit longer. Let the kids sleep and hold me a little longer.” Of course any wish of her was his command and he couldn't deny that waking slowly like this with her in his arms was always his favorite part of mornings like these.

“Alright. You win.” he chuckled and just let his hand wander through her hair, their breaths slow as the wind outside while everything else seemed so quiet. It was unusual this peace. Nearly seemed unreal after the world had fallen, but somehow Eloise always made it possible to forget what dangers waited for them outside, as if she herself was providing a peace for him he could never reach with winning any battle. In her arms he had found it though and even if he didn't enjoy rain or fall before, with her it felt so soothing as if it would slow down time and they could relax for once. “Are you helping the kids with carving later? I think I'll definitely suck in that.” A chuckle left his lips, his fingertips wandering under her shirt to caress her back while Eloise just hummed against his chest.

“Of course, baby. I already have a bet going with Maggie and Carol that ours will be the coolest and I'm planning on winning that.” Rick had no doubt she would cause somehow anything she touched had become perfect since he himself had grown so much under her presence.

“Oh you'll definitely win that as long as I keep my hands out of it.”

“Don't you even think about running from your responsibilities, daddy! You're going to help us too, otherwise Judith will rather throw the pumpkin at you than carving it.” They both had to laugh about that picture, Judith with her small hands throwing a big pumpkin but from all they had seen from his strong girl, it probably wasn't even unlikely.

“Okay okay. But first... we stay a little more.”

“Suddenly staying in bed doesn't seem like the worst idea to you anymore, hm?” Her hands playfully hit against his chest but Rick grabbed them just to fake a bite into her fingers with an open mouth.

“Shut up. Or I'll change my mind Miss Grimes.”

#eloise x Rick || I forgive the world cause you’re in it #v: twd #xgoldxnhour #answered meme

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

( big spoon ) both muses are cuddling and the receiver ends up being the big spoon

let’s cuddle rp prompts: ACCEPTING

II @xgoldxnhour

( big spoon ) both muses are cuddling and the receiver ends up being the big spoon:

With their bodies sprawled out upon the tight valley of sofa, Richard found himself inching closer. It wasn't long until his strong arms began to swathe round El's smaller figure, before his legs criss crossed against Her's. A cocoon of warmth. "Just though' I'd help warm ye' up a wee bit more, considerin' the weather outside. How's tha' feel?" he cooed against her ear.

#xgoldxnhour #answered ask; #1920;au #//bbys <3// #//look at themmmm 🥺//

[shelbysdevil]

@xgoldxnhour continued from here

Tommy didn’t necessarily expect her to show up, especially that she took the invitation so literally and brought her brother, but did he really mind it as he opened the door? Not really. He was a married man and what he said was true: he just wanted someone real. Someone who knew the true self of him not the one he brought up as a fake persona for the cameras. Someone where he didn’t have to act but just be and Jesse always had exact that effect on him just like his sister. “My favorite siblings in town.” he joked with a smirk and gestured with his head inside, his eyes lowering as soon as they stepped in and headed to the bar of the big living room in his suite.

Yes, it indeed was good that Jesse was here cause that would help Tommy to keep his eyes off of someone who should be forbidden. If he just wanted sex he could have that at every corner besides his own bedroom, but what he could have and always wanted from Eloise even in their past was something that went much deeper. Something no one else could give him. “Here, what is it you’d like to drink?” With a wave of his hand behind his visitors backs he ordered his staff to leave, the bartender following his bodyguards out of the door without another word and just a polite bow. “Excuse me, I really don’t like to have so much company but I guess someone thinks I can’t watch myself or something.” Playfully he rolled his eyes, well knowing that he paid those people to stay beside him maybe just to feel less lonely sometimes, but now he wasn’t and he knew sadly too well who they would report anything to.

“Jesse, how does it feel to have the most impressive artist of the town in your family? Proud?” The answer should be obvious but just to soften the mood Tommy tried to make some jokes while mixing their drinks together. “I hope you two didn’t come just because you thought you had to.” Or because they felt sorry for him. His eyes focused on Eloise in this moment, trying to read her reaction to know if it was simple empathy that brought her here or maybe something more. “I miss it.” Her. The past. he mumbled after taking a sip from his gin. “Watching you paint. The chaos Jesse created. It was… different. The realest thing I know compared to what I see now every day.” The fake smiles. Fake lights. Filter all over the pictures that were printed in the press. Nothing was real anymore, not even his damn marriage.

“Do you regret it? Not going away.”

#Tommy x eloise #xgoldxnhour #v: actor

[faithdevotion]

plotted starter for @xgoldxnhour | [cole/eloise]

Another early morning had begun with Cole being at the office, after a new homicide case was reported to the station. After his partner in the homicide division, Rusty, had offered him a cigarette — which he politely declined — Cole took a seat beside him & awaited the Captain's rundown on the initial details of the case. "Seems another woman was murdered, Phelps. I'll be fucking damned." Rusty vaguely commented in his gruff voice as the Captain entered the office.

Wearing a blue suit with a matching blue fedora, Cole shook his head upon hearing a detail given by his partner; he knew this case was going to be another tough one to digest. Ever since he had been promoted to the Homicide division, most of the cases he'd solved involved murdered women. As the Captain began to speak about the location, the initial investigations & the victim's name, he wrote down the important aspects down on his notepad with a pen he grabbed from the table. It was time for another investigation to track down a murderer.

It was a ten-minute drive to the victim's residence from the station. Upon reaching the crime scene which was established at the residence's frontyard, Cole examined the victim's body closely, mentioning the evidence on it to Rusty. The marks on the body were puzzling & convinced him the murderer had sadistic aspects. "I don't understand what kind of freak does this." Cole spoke to his partner as he wrote down the evidence he'd found on his notepad.

"There are many freaks out there, Phelps. Won't be the last time we come across this. We have a witness. Best you talk to her." Rusty bluntly stated, gesturing towards the police line where the people from the neighborhood were standing behind, curious about the crime scene & the officers surrounding it. Cole's gaze briefly fixed on his partner, a low chuckle leaving his throat. He wasn't sure if he appreciated his honesty in many occasions. At times, it made him upset. "It's best to believe we can stop this from happening, Galloway." He slipped the notepad into the pocket of his suit before he turned to walk over to where the witness was.

His gaze shifted towards the woman, eyes soon widening when he caught the sight of the familiar face. As he got closer, he recognized her. A face he hadn't seen in a long time, and one he didn't expect to see in a place such as a crime scene.

"Eloise?" His expression brightened, a smile painting across his lips. "It's... it's been a pretty long time. It's good to see you. What are you doing here?"

#xgoldxnhour #threads: cole #re: cole & eloise. #( forgive me for the lateness with this hon #I hope this is alright <3 )