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knightinroseyarmour · 3 years

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Just a quick reminder of what this story is about: Rose Hughes, my OC, is Quinn, Jack, and Luke’s little sister. This fic has some swearing, so be warned lol. The tag for this fic is #rosehugheshockey.

To set the scene: They’re at an NHL draft party. That’s basically it.

Word count: 960.

“Hey, guys,” Jack said, interrupting Alex.

The boys said their hello’s to Jack, then to me. Jack was still holding my hand as if I would run away from him.

“So, Hughesie, how’s school?” Trevor asked.

“I don’t know yet, it doesn’t start for another two weeks. I’m doing Ethics this semester, though.”

“Ooh, fun. I didn’t do Ethics but it sounds nice.” Trevor wouldn’t have done Ethics even if he had the opportunity to, he’s not nerdy enough.

Cole was probably annoyed that I was wearing heels. He hates when I wear heels because, even without shoes, I’m 5 inches taller than him. I sneakily took off my left shoe and bent my other leg so that I was my regular height, a habit I’ve developed since becoming so tall. After I’d got my balance again, I let go of Jack’s hand.

“Is that like the trolley stuff? Like who would you run over with a train?” Jack asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” Alex said, “but you sound really blonde when you ask like that.”

Everyone started giggling except Jack, who pouted. “I’m not even blonde.”

“But you’re an airhead, and we love you for it.” Cole grinned, putting his arm on Jack’s bicep like he was trying to comfort him.

Jack lightly punched Cole, rolling his eyes. “Whatever, you’re short.”

We all started giggling again. Alex looked past me, nodded, and told us “I gotta go, guys, I gotta meet the new draftie.”

“Oh, say hi for me! He seems nice.” Alex nodded and walked away, towards Kopitar.

“Do you have a crush on everyone here?” Trevor said, half-joking half-protective.

“Nonono, he’s got bestie vibes, no boyfriend vibes. Nothing crushy.”

“Ok but you for sure have a crush here.”

“Nooo, why would you say that?” I said guiltily. “Definitely not.”

“Detroit draftie.” Jack whisper-yelled.

“Dude!” I smacked my brother on the shoulder, not as light as he hit Cole earlier. He yelped a bit, but I know I didn’t really hurt him. Probably.

Cole wiggled his shoulders at me. “Ooooh, have you met him yet?”

“No, not yet. I tried to get Petey to introduce me but he said he’d ask Quinn first.”

“So?”

“Quinn doesn’t like it when I talk to boys.”

Jack laughed. “None of us do.”

“You literally introduced me to my last crush!”

“I didn’t know you liked him!”

“Girl…” I grinned. “Anyway yeah I want to meet him but he’s Swedish and none of you know Swedish.”

“Maybe he speaks French? Aren’t France and Sweden close to each other?” Trevor asked.

Jack grinned. “Now who’s blonde?”

“They’re in Europe!” Trevor seemed genuinely upset.

“They’re like Florida and New York, distance-wise,” I said kindly.

“Oh okay.” Trevor pouted.

“Dude, it’s not fair that you can call me blonde but you get all butthurt when I call you blonde back.” Jack frowned.

Trevor grinned. “I know, I’m such a good actor. I should be in movies!” He looked at me expectantly.

“Well, if I ever become a director, I’ll put you in the movie.” I laughed.

“That would be so cool.”

Cole smiled, “Me too?”

“For sure,” I said in a very sarcastic Canadian accent. “For shurrr.”

We all started giggling again. “Anyway, Ro, if you wanna meet that draftie I’ll find someone Swedish for ya.” Cole said, looking around. “What are Swedish people even like?”

“I don’t know, like, European? They have an accent?”

“Okay, come on then.” He tried to drag me away without my shoe on. Once I got my shoe back on my foot, we went over to see his teammate, Joel Armia.

“Hey, Joel,” he said, meeting him at the drink table. “This is Rose Hughes.”

We didn’t shake hands, since he had a drink in one and his phone in the other, but we said hello. “I’m Quinn, Jack, and Luke’s sister.”

“Oh, I know Quinn a little bit. Nice to meet you.” Yeah, he had an accent for sure.

“You too.” I’m not shy, never have been, but I let Cole talk for me.

“So can you do us a favour?” Cole asked. Straight to the point, as always.

He looked skeptical. “Maybe?”

“Can you introduce us to someone?”

“Oh, yes, sure. Who?”

“The new Detroit guy? What’s his name, Ro?”

“Simon Edvinsson.”

He tilted his head a bit, confused. “I don’t know him.”

“But you’re both Swedish so you can talk to each other!” Cole nodded, trying to get the taller man to agree.

He laughed. “I’m not Swedish! I’m from Finland!” He was absolutely cracking up.

Cole looked really confused. “Uh, do you speak Swedish at least?”

That just made him crack up even more. “No, no Swedish. I can introduce you in English, though.”

I felt super awkward. How was I supposed to know dude was Finnish? How did Cole NOT know dude was Finnish, they’ve been playing together for a year!

“Sorry, man, I thought you were Swedish. I can’t tell the languages apart.”

“Cole, man, quit while you’re ahead.” I gave him the look.

Armia finally stopped laughing. “Sorry, kid. If I could talk to him, I would.” He gave me an apologetic smile and walked away, back to his friends, who were probably also Finnish.

“Dude! How do you not know the difference between Swedish and Finnish?”

Cole grinned. “It’s all Greek to me!”

I tried really hard not to smile, but it totally didn’t work. “You’re not funny. You’ve never, ever been funny.”

“I am so funny and you’re literally laughing right now.”

I was. I was absolutely nearly giggling. “I’m literally so totally not laughing. I’m so not laughing I’m the opposite of laughing.”

“Okay, Rosie, keep opposite-of-laughing then. Dweeb.”

“Whatever!” I couldn’t stop myself from laughing anymore.

#simon edvinsson #detroit red wings #trevor zegras #nhl fanfiction #alex turcotte #nhl imagine #cole caufield #jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes #hughes brothers #rosehugheshockey

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yo-im-a-bisexual · 3 years

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This is my first time writing and i'm definitely no writer. English isn't even my first language. It is kinda long but I swear it's going somewhere. I just really love them and this will only work untill we get a new kieutou clip so whatever. Hope you enjoy. And I'm sorry if it sucks. constructive criticism is always okay but I will probably not take it into account because I am already depressed. Enjoy!!

Basically what I wish happened today for kieu my.

'but we'll definitely see each other when you come back?' 14:31

Kieu my stared at fatou's text notification on her phone, not knowing what to answer.

She still didn't know how to feel about their interaction on Tuesday, it all happened so fast and the last thing she wanted was to fight with her girlfriend.

At the time, leaving seemed like the best solution and Kieu my had every right to feel conflicted about what fatou said.

"you're the only thing distracting me from everything else at the moment"

The words resonate in her head. It hurt. Kieu my couldn't hide that those words are the ones that kept her up that night. And obviously, also the crazy situation they were in right now.

"Kieu my?" The words broke her out of her trance and she looked up from her phone to see Zoe looking at her with a worried look on her face.

"Are you okay? You've been checking your phone every five minutes since we got here" Zoe added getting closer to her

"yeah, I'm fine. I'm just... Forget it." She answered her best friend. "We're gonna lose the guys if we don't keep up" she said looking straight ahead.

Zoe didn't push her and just agreed. Kieu my put her phone back in her pocket. They jogged a little to catch up with their friends and they just kept walking.

She looked at the small group and laughed dryly to herself, which earned her a weird look from Constantin. Somehow her tall dumb friend got himself all the way to fricking Brandenburg and couldn't remember how. When Ismail told her about a 'Consti-emergency' she figured they would have to go get him from a ditch somewhere, she just would have never guessed it was from the countryside, one (1) and a half hour away from Berlin.

On the way there Ismail had told them that Constantin had called them completely trashed asking for help.

Kieu my really hasn't been keeping up with what's been happening in her friends lives. She felt bad. But at the same time, how could she? She's had so much to deal with between her parents and the shop and school and... Fatou. There she goes again. Even when she tries to be mad at her she just can't keep the skater out of her head. She reaches for her phone in her pocket when she hears a commotion ahead.

When she looks up she sees Contantin throwing up in a bush. She looks away not wanting to throw up herself.

"You guys go and head back i'll take care of... This" she hears Ismail say and when she turns back around she sees them patting the blonde's back

"are you sure?" Finn asks them and when they only nod their head 'yes' he looks at Zoe.

"yeah... okay let's go then" Zoe finally says after a minute of staring at the ground. "Text us if you need anything and when he... Calms down." She adds with a tight lipped smile. Zoe grabs her boyfriend's hand and her Best friend's arm and they start walking away.

"well that was... Unexpected?" Kieu my says after a few minutes of silence.

"yeah/yeah" both Finn and Zoe answer at the same time. "I'll text my brother and tell him we're coming back" Finn adds.

They got lucky this time around. Last time, they had to drive an hour to go get Constantin and drive back to Berlin in the middle of the night. But luckily Finn's brother somehow lived in Brandenburg so they didn't have to drive all the way back. When they got there and found the passed out boy they decided they all needed a break.

After about a twenty (20) minute walk and a small bus ride they finally got to the small house. It was cozy. Kieu my really couldn't complain. She got to share a room with her best friend while the boys would have to try and fit on the couch in the living room. Although she's pretty sure she's gonna sleep alone because Finn somehow managed to find another bed in what seemed to be the attic and with some good arguments managed to convince Zoe to sleep with him in there. But she's also pretty sure she won't be able to sleep anyway.

Like every winter day, night falls pretty fast. It's past 8 p.m and they already ate. Constantin is passed out on the couch and the others are talking about all sorts of things in the kitchen. Kieu my takes it as her queue to go to her room.

"I'm gonna get some rest. I need my beauty sleep" she tells them. They all say goodnight and she's left walking to her room alone.

It's only ten (10) minutes later when someone knocks at her door. "Can I come in kieu?" It's Zoe.

"yes, please"

"so are you ready to tell me what happened with Fatou or not?" Zoe asks nonchalantly.

"how did you even-" she gets cut off

"Come on Kieu, you're my best friend... and I saw the dozen texts she left on your phone" Zoe drags out

Kieu my falls on her bed and zoe sits next to her playing with her best friend's hair.

"I feel like I messed up... Like somehow I did something wrong and now she's pulling away from me" she starts and even before Zoe can say anything she continues. "But I just wanted to help her and she..."

"she what?"

"she said I was a distraction. And that I should leave her alone and she just got angry at me and I didn't want to fight with her so I... Left. Oh my god, I shouldn't have left right? Now she's gonna think I was there only for school stuff. She probably needed me and I left... Am I a terrible person Zoe?" She let out in barely one breath.

"See now you're spiraling. Take a breath, okay? No you are not a bad person. You were just upset and Fatou probably was too but those kinda things happen in a relationship. Me and Finn argue all the time and most of the time it's because one of us misunderstood something the other did or said" Zoe reassured her

Kieu my took a few deep breaths and sat up in the bed. She started playing With her fingers like she always does when she's feeling things.

"I guess I'm just scared that right now she's into me because I'm a good enough distraction but the moment she doesn't need me anymore... She'll just move on to someone more experienced or more interesting." The words leave her mouth with shaky breaths. Kieu my's eyes start shining but she blinks a couple time to keep the tears away.

"oh Kieu, you are such an idiot sometimes" the blonde laughs while kieu my looks at her dumbfounded. "Fatou is not like that. Nora once told me that one time, when the girls had a sleepover Fatou couldn't stop talking about you for the entire afternoon, so much so that when she fell asleep she was still saying your name" she continues. Kieu my blushes at the statement, thankful that the light is dim enough for her friend not to notice. Before Kieu my can say anything her very talkative friend continues. "She's smitten, Kieu. Maybe she just as some stuff going on. I mean don't we all" she adds wich earns a small laugh from her friend

Before they can continue their conversation someone knocks at the door and comes in without waiting for an answer. It's Finn, with a big smile on his face.

"hey girls!" He says way too excitedly. "I was wondering if Zoe.." he says looking at his girlfriend. "..Would like to come join me in our fine chambers?"

Zoe looks at her friend who is smiling at her. "Duty calls. Sorry. But if you wanna keep talking-" Kieu my cuts her off.

"Go, don't worry I'm fine. Thanks for the talk"

Zoe smiles one last time before running out of the room hand in hand with Finn.

Kieu my lays back down and closes her eyes. She can't help but think about Fatou. How does she manage to always be on her mind, it's unrealistic. She thinks about their date at the museum. Their date. She smiles to herself and covers her face with her arm to hide it. She thinks about how she nerded out to her and she just answered with something as nerdy. About how at that moment she kissed. About how well their lips fit together. About how happy she was that day. Maybe Zoe was right maybe she was spiraling.

Her phone rang and snapped her out of her thoughts. She looked at it for the first time since they got back. She gasps

It's Fatou. Of course it's Fatou, she probably thinks she ghosted her again. The moment she picks it up it stops ringing. Kieu my hesitates but puts it back down. She gets a text and as fast as she put it down she picks it back up. It's a text from Fatou. She also notices she's got some texts from her mom and a missed call from Ismail.

'hey, I just saw on your Insta you're doing a 'social media cleanse', sorry for calling you it's probably against that whole thing' -21:37

Right, Kieu my thinks, the social media cleanse.. that was Zoe's idea honestly. Another text.

'you looked really good in those pictures tho, real 'twilight' vibes🧛 -21:38

Kieu my smiles at her phone and starts to write an answer when she remembers that they haven't actually resolved their issue. And yes Fatou apologized but Kieu my expects something better than a text. On another hand she did tell her girlfriend to call her when she calmed down.

'can I call you again' -21:40 'please?' -21:40

Her phone rang again but this time she picked it up and answered. She waits a few seconds.

"hey.." she hears her girlfriend's tired voice from the other end

"hi." She says back, trying to keep her composure even behind the phone.

"how are you? I saw your posts and got worried"

"I'm.. fine, it was all pretty last minute" she answers

"Oh okay, It's good to hear your voice"

There's a silence, it's not awkward, somehow it's sad.

"Fatou?"

"yes"

"are you..." She begins but can't find the strength to finish.

"i'm not" she hears more than sees the sad smile. "I got fired"

"what- Why? When?" Kieu my asks

"Saturday. I messed up a bunch of times. Was late even. I don't know..." Fatou sounds so defeated

"I'm sorry. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know.. it's not your fault"

"Fatou. I just want you to know that I didn't come to your place just for school stuff. I wanted- I want to help you and I just feel so helpless because you can see right through me and I can't seem to understand any of your problems. I'm sorry." Kieu my starts rambling but gets cut off by Fatou laughing dryly.

"Are you serious? I was the asshole and you feel bad. I'm the one that should be sorry and I am. I am sorry. I don't have an excuse I shouldn't have snapped at you like that" Fatou says and Kieu my thinks that they don't have the same definition of snapped.

"Look, I don't like this, you being mad at me and us not talking so if you just give me a chance to really explain myself I would really like it if you would come and meet me when you get back" the skater girl continues

"yeah, I would also like that" she says with a small smile

"oh okay.. great.. well would you be up for a date at a ping-pong table bar then?"

"definitely"

"great, okay then I guess I'll just leave you to your cleansing"

Kieu my laughs

"goodnight Kieu my"

A pause

"goodnight Fatou"

She hangs up.

Kieu my knows that their conversation isn't over but for now she'll take it. For now it's good.

"was that Fatou?" A voice startles her from the doorway. It's Ismail.

"Shit- you scared me." She paused "Yes it was Fatou"

"Great cause I couldn't handle your sad moping face anymore. What'd you guys talk about?" They ask

She ignores his question. "I do not have a moping face." She says with a hurt look across her face. They look at her.

"Was it that obvious?" She asks with a frown

"Yes! Babe come on even Consti could have noticed if he wasn't puking his soul in the bushes" Ismail says dramatically. "Now come on give me the details. I need to know everything that is happening between my bestie and the mother of my tortoise" they sit next to Kieu my.

"you're so dramatic" she laughs. "Relax, we had a... Quarrel on Tuesday and she apologized and asked if we could meet up to talk about it" she tell them

"a quarrel? Okay m'lady... About?"

"some stupid school stuff" she lied.

"well you're a terrible liar because I overheard that entire phone call so what's up inside that little head of yours"

"Ismail, boundaries, please"

"oh please I've seen you at your lowest miss vu. There's literally nothing you can hide from me now."

She hesitates but starts talking anyway. "You know how I told you about me officially 'meeting' her friends last week" they nodded. "Well when she got there she was visibly upset and I didn't know why and then she got a text and got even more upset and now she just told me she got fired." She takes a breath. "And I just feel bad because those are all things I'm supposed to know about my girlfriend you know? Except she doesn't talk to me about that stuff and I don't know how to get her to open up.." she finishes breathless.

"you poor disaster" Ismail smiles and shakes their head. "You ask her" she's about to cut him off but they put their finger in front of her. "You find the right way to ask her. Love language Kieu my... Love language." They stand up and put their hand up like a shakespearean poet and goes on. "Give her time to open up, this is Fatou Jallow we're talking about. And remember communication is key." They finish, winking and walking backwards to the door and closing it behind them.

Kieu my was about to laugh at her friend's theatrics when the door opens up again and Ismail walks back in.

"no, but I just wanted to ask if I could sleep here cause Constantin has taken the whole couch and he smells like a dead body so...?"

The both of them laugh and Ismail slides next to Kieu my in the bed. "I'm gonna take that as a yes" they say.

"sleep well, ice queen" they mumble already falling asleep

"shut up" she smiles.

That night she dreamt about her girlfriend. She remembers all those weeks ago when her friend sleeping next to her asked her how the dreamy skater girl made her feel. At the time she hadn't known how to put her feelings into words. At that time her girlfriend was just a silly crush. Except Kieu my vu never got silly crushes. But she had instantly known Fatou was different. She was different then and she's different now. And with that thought she drifted into a peaceful sleep. Her insecurities forgotten for the night. She should have never worried about any of this in the first place. Soon she's gonna see the girl she loves again and everything will be alr-

*record scratch*

She woke up with a gasp.

"I love her"

She panted

"congrats, you're the last one to know" she heard Ismail mumble in their pillow.

She smiled to herself, feeling dumb for realising this just now. Looking at her phone she saw 5 a.m. deciding she deserved a little bit more sleep she closed her eyes and with a content sigh drifted back to sleep.

"when I get back we'll definitely see each other" she thought

Okay so I'm too lazy to read this and check for any mistakes so if there are any point them out and i'll fix it. Hope you enjoyed and if you took the time to actually read all this thank you I appreciate. Should I make a part 2? Or Fatou's pov maybe?

Update: the response as been amazing. Like I'm actually shocked by how nice some people can be. Thank you so much.

Re-update: I had my exams this week and am really fucking exhausted and i'm just gonna wait and see what happens tonight. If it's a sad clip i'm probably gonna write the version I would've wanted to happen but i guess we'll see. Sorryyy

#druck #Fatou jallow #kieu my vu #fatou jallow x kieu my vu #I wrote this instead of studying for my bio exam #zoe machwitz #ismail inci #constantin ostendorf #constanpain is present but has no dialogue because I don't value him

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galactic-magick · 3 years

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Jealousy

Pairing: Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) x Barbara Minerva (Cheetah)

Request: Jealousy Diana with Barbara teasing her after that? - @renluthor

Summary: Barbara and Diana attend the grand opening of a new museum exhibit together, and Diana gets jealous of someone flirting with her girlfriend.

Words: 600+

Warnings: jealousy, a tad angst maybe

“How did I get so lucky?” Barbara sighs, scanning her girlfriend up and down as they finished getting ready.

Diana chuckles, kissing her cheek, “Because I love you,”

Barbara smiles, slipping on her shoes and opening the door. They drive to the museum, excited to see the new exhibit they both worked on. They’ve spent months identifying and studying new artifacts that have recently been discovered, and now finally the public would get to see.

It’s even more busy than they expected, but thankfully they get special clearance to get in ahead of everyone else.

“Ya know, no one ever knows what people like us do behind the scenes,” Barbara says. “Not that I’m looking to be awarded or anything, it’s just…kind of weird people only see the pretty displays and don’t think of anything else,”

“True,” Diana nods, squeezing her hand. “But we know,”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Barbara grins.

Diana lets go of Barbara’s hand for a moment, gazing in the opposite direction, “I have to go pick up something from my office, I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Oh yeah! Sure!” Barbara watches as she goes, then turns to look around a bit.

She reads some of the descriptions of the plaques, some of which she helped to write. She waves to other colleagues and answers some questions from people looking confused.

“Barb? Is that you?” a familiar voice calls behind her.

She spins to face it, breaking out in a smile and hugging him, “Oh my gosh, George! Hi! How have you been?”

“Clearly not as good as you, you’re basically running this place,”

“Oh, stop,” she laughs. “I’m just a specialist who likes to help people out when I can. It’s not like I discovered any of this stuff myself,”

“I’m sure you could, though,” he playfully nudges her arm. “Hey, would you want to-“

“Barbara, who’s this?” Diana returns, glaring at her friend.

“Oh hey! This is just one of my old good friends from college, George! We had a lot of classes together and people would always make fun of us for majoring in so many things,”

“Oh, yeah, you think she’s nerdy now, you should’ve seen her back then,” George recalls. “Remember when we’d throw our own little college parties because we were never invited to the real ones?”

“Oh my gosh yes,” Barbara giggles.

“Hey, you seeing anyone? Maybe we could grab some coffee after and catch up?”

“She’s seeing me,” Diana says coldly.

George turns back to Barbara, “No, no, I mean would I be intruding on anything if we went out together?”

“George…” Barbara takes Diana’s hand. “Diana’s my girlfriend,”

He stares for a second, taking a moment to process, “Oh! I am so sorry, I didn’t know that you-“

“It’s okay, really,” Barbara assures him. “I’d love to catch up sometime still though! Just not…”

“Not like that. Yeah, I get it, no worries,” he shrugs. “I’ll see you around then! Treat her right, okay?”

Diana’s stone face softens a bit and they both wave as he walks away.

“You weren’t seriously jealous, were you?” Barbara pokes her.

“He asked you out in front of me, Barbara. What would you rather me feel?” she continues watching him until he’s out of sight. “Who was he anyway?”

“An old friend from college, I told you,” Barbara says. “I mean, we did date for a little while, but most of it we were just really good friends. Maybe he never fully got over it, so that’s why he asked me out again. But I promise he’s super nice and respectful and now that he knows we’re together he’ll never try anything again,”

“Good,” Diana kisses the top of her head. “But I suppose I understand, I’d never be able to get over you either,”

“Oh, shush,” Barbara laughs. “I’m the one dating a literal goddess,”

“We’re talking about you, sweetheart,” she presses a kiss to her lips. “Come on, let’s go finish looking around,”

#wondercheetah #wonder woman #wonder woman 1984 #ww84 #barbara minerva #diana prince #barbara x diana #diana x barbara

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lycorogue · 3 years

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Thoughts about episode “Lie”

Okay. Here we are. This is back to the better writing I was talking about the other day. I love me parallel stories, so this was just *chef kiss* in that department.

Before I delve into my thoughts on the episode itself, I want to take a step back and talk about my views of the non-love-square ships Lukanette and Adrigami. (Feel free to skip ahead; I have a header for when I start talking about this episode again)

Lukanette and Adrigami

For me, Marinette and Luka had romantic chemistry from the word go. As much of a Marichat shipper as I am, I knew that if anyone could make Marinette forget about Adrien, it wouldn’t have been Chat Noir. It would be Luka. Chat Noir would then come in at a close 3rd (a bit ironically) when it comes to Marinette’s heart. Meanwhile, Kagami slowly grew to have a crush on Adrien post-Riposte, and then charged forward knowing exactly who she wanted. On the flipside, though, I stand firm that there wasn’t really much romantic interest coming from Adrien. If anyone was going to make Adrien forget about Ladybug, it would be Marinette; not Kagami.

The episode “Frozer” - the one where Kagami makes her crush known for the first time, and Adrien first attempts dating her - practically gives us some foreshadowing of their entire relationship. Aside from clearly finding Kagami attractive (as showcased by the pink-bubbles-vision when Adrien first sees her sans-helmet in “Riposte”), he doesn’t seem to have any romantic inclination towards Kagami until after she cups his cheek and lets him know, in not so many words, that she likes him. Even so, it isn’t until Marinette basically gives the thumbs up that he should pursue this relationship does he give it a try. He’s still very uncomfortable around her, and only gets a bit more comfortable in “Animaestro”; probably because he’s seen his father around Kagami’s mom and just mimics that (as seen in “Backwarder”). Going back to “Frozer” though, Adrien spends most of his time with Kagami watching Marinette, and even abandons Kagami in favor of checking in on Marinette - something Luka could have easily done and probably doesn’t because he sees Adrien already on it and knows Marinette would prefer Adrien’s comfort. So Luka doesn’t push the issue. That whole ice rink interaction shows that, while Luka trumps Chat Noir as a potential alternative love interest for Marinette, Marinette still surpasses Kagami as a potential alternative love interest for Adrien. This, for me, is again hinted at in the episode Heart Hunter where, while enjoying himself seemingly equally with both girls, there’s just these little hints - complimenting Marinette more than Kagami, asking Marinette to choose the ice cream - that, at least subconsciously, Adrien is leaning a touch more towards Marinette over Kagami. His heart just isn’t all that into this relationship. This is again showcased in the New York special when Adrien (at least in the English dub; I haven’t watched it in other languages) asks Marinette to dance with him with an almost pleading tone in his voice. (To be fair, clearly Marinette isn’t thinking of Luka at all during that trip either...)

I think the final Foreshadowing nail in the Adrigami coffin is this dialogue from “Frozer”:

Kagami: “You still keep doing what other people want you to do.” Adrien: “No, I just want him to be happy.”

In the end, Adrien did the same thing with Kagami: he did what he thought would make her happy because he’s a people pleaser to his core.

Adrien of course found Kagami attractive and fun to hang out with. She was a fantastic companion, and I love their companionship so much. However, I feel like he dated her mostly because he knew he had to find some way of getting over Ladybug, and here’s this pretty girl who clearly has a thing for him, so why not???? Their parents were practically setting them up as a couple anyway, between the trip to the royal wedding and the movie premiere. Plus, this “approved” friend meant he could spend more time outside of his father’s house while genuinely enjoying the company. Win-win. He then did all the pseudo-dating stuff he’s clearly witnessed in media; kind of following a play-book as it were.

However, he never did anything even remotely romantic or flirty towards Kagami that was on par with his romantic gestures and flirtations towards Ladybug (or even Marinette, for that matter). His love language is obvious after watching him with Ladybug, and he uses some of that same language (albeit subconsciously... probably...) while interacting with Marinette. Things like leaning in playfully (ending of “Troublemaker” and when asking Marinette for a macaron in “Despair Bear”), sharing a romantic picnic (“Glaciator”) even if it was just to cheer Marinette up, winking (the endless winking in too many episodes to list here), whispering in her ear (“Despair Bear” and one other that I can’t recall right now), Soft SmilesTM (“Chameleon”, pretty much all of the NY special, tons of season 3 episodes), confessing insecurities or secrets (“Gamer” and “Gorizilla”), or asking her to dance (“Despair Bear” and “NY Special”). I’m sure there’s tons more and each example has more episodes it’s showcased in, but you get the idea. Alternatively, Adrien just never used that same love language with Kagami. With her it all felt like calculated moves; it was expected of him to lean in for the kiss in “Heart Hunter” and “Miracle Queen”, or wipe away the smudge of ice cream by Kagami’s mouth, so he did it. Aside from his protectiveness and care for Kagami in “Onichan”, Adrien never really treated Kagami any different than his other friends.

Marinette, on the other hand, does show some of her love language towards Luka. She blushes around him and does that bashful little shoulder shrug. She makes excuses to touch his arms, hands, chest, or back. She literally leans on him. She has an interest in his interests and even goes above and beyond for gifts, such as the necklace (yay; Luka looks so good in a necklace!) and, unofficially, the contract with Bob Roth for Kitty Section.

Granted, she doesn’t flirt with Luka like she does with Chat Noir, but, as someone who also used to flirt with my guy friends without truly realizing the romantic implications (I was a disaster as a teen, okay?), I don’t know if Marinette has truly realized how flirting is part of her love language. If she is anything like I was, flirting is more a fun past-time to see if you could get a rise out of someone in some sort of sextual-tension game of chicken or something. It’s not something you do with someone you have serious feelings for. 😝

Back to Kagami though. I want to stress that, while I didn’t see any romantic future for Adrigami, I do still very much like Kagami and appreciated the character development the writers gave her. I love her as one of Marinette’s potential friends and, as I mentioned, a companion for Adrien. I just never saw any romantic interest coming from Adrien towards Kagami. He never even truly seemed himself around her the way he is around Ladybug or Marinette. I don’t think he’s comfortable enough to not be Textbook BoyfriendTM around Kagami. He even mentions in this episode that him being a clown IS the real him and she calls bullshit (although @gale-gentlepenguin does have some nice commentary on how even that wasn’t exactly truthful and Kagami was right to call him out). Point being, Adrien loves to be nerdy and goofy and playful, and she just doesn’t get that????? A lot of what Adrien likes she seems to dismiss.

I’m sorry, Adrigami shippers. There could have been potential there as these two grew, but as it stood? I just didn’t see it.

The Episode “Lie”

Going back to my thoughts on “Lie” though with all of that above commentary for context. I just feel a bit cheated that Clearly-There’s-Mutual-Pining Lukanette gets ONE kiss lean-in for the whole “love rival” arc they’ve had set up for 1.5 seasons before the relationship implodes, but Clearly-Only-One-Has-Feelings-And-The-Other-Is-Just-Kinda-Going-Along-With-It-Because-Hey-He-Likes-Hanging-Out-With-Her-And-She’s-Cute-So-Why-Not Adrigami has THREE kiss lean-ins in THIS ONE EPISODE ALONE (not to mention the 2 from Heart Hunter/Miracle Queen)!? Like I said, I feel a bit robbed, but... well fed, Adrigami shippers, I guess...

Anyway, my heart hurts so much because yes, Kagami deserves someone who will take the time to be with her (just like how Luka deserves the same), but also, it’s not like Adrien WANTED to abandon her (much like Marinette not wanting to abandon Luka). These poor kids. All four of them. My heart breaks. 😢

I did feel a much stronger emotional gut-punch with this episode, which is surprising because a) we already saw a good 5-10 min of it in “Truth” so this episode was essentially shorter than the premiere, and b) I’m a much stronger Lukanette shipper than an Adrigami shipper (see above). So, bravo to the writers on this episode. I hate that this team broke so many hearts, but this is the caliber of writing I was hoping for.

(I know Marinette is the Guardian, but can we agree to have more Adrien-centric stories, please? They’re just so good).

My final thoughts though: WHY ON EARTH DID THE WRITERS EVEN BOTHER WITH THE “LOVE SQUARE RIVALS” STORY LINE IF THEY WEREN’T GOING TO FOLLOW THROUGH!? ADRIGAMI AND LUKANETTE FINALLY GET TOGETHER AFTER 1.5 SEASONS ONLY FOR THE RELATIONSHIPS TO BE DOA BASICALLY THE NEXT EPISODE!? WHY!? TO RESET THE STATUS QUO THEY WORKED SO HARD TO SHAKE UP!? I already talked Friday about the lost story potential with Lukanette, but there’s also a lot Adrien could have learned from his relationship with Kagami.

Adrien is still VERY vocal about his love, and, while he has learned a lot, matured a lot, and has eased up a lot, Adrien does still semi-burden Ladybug with his feelings; something Luka never did to Marinette. Adrien, possibly due to witnessing his parents - I have theories about the romance dynamic between Emilie and Gabriel - seems to have this view of love being okay even if unbalanced. Ladybug is far more powerful and crucial to the protection of Paris, but they are still partners and equals in their eyes. So maybe he feels the same about love; he may be more romantically devoted to her, but as long as Ladybug loves him even a little, it’s like they’re equals in romance... right???? So... yeah, a more balanced relationship with Kagami could have taught him how important a romantic balance is as well. Plus, if I am right in my assumption that he just kind of went along with the relationship because he thought it was expected, then he could have also learned something about being a people-pleaser. There was a lot of growth potential for both Marinette and Adrien in these non-love-square relationships, and it just feels squandered.

Also, as I mentioned with my review of “Truth”, I’m fearing that the writers are kind of railroading the Ladynoir ship. First, there’s Marinette realizing that she can’t have a boyfriend because he wouldn’t be safe, nor could she be truthful to him about why their time was so limited. The exception being Chat Noir, who can very much protect himself (except for when he’s shielding Ladybug, but she yelled at him for that in “Lie”), and she can be fully honest with him as long as it doesn’t involve their identities, and he very much knows and understands their time restrictions. In fact, he even goes so far as to state that ANY time with her is a gift he cherishes. He’s basically the perfect boyfriend for her in her situation; she just needs to be lonely enough to “realize” it. >3> On the Adrien side of things, Kagami tells him that she can’t trust someone who isn’t honest with her, but there’s Ladybug: fully understanding and completely trusts him even when she knows he’s lying. She also doesn’t fault him for their lack of time together and understands if he needs to run away without a moment’s notice. He’s already in love with her, but this whole situation just paints her even more as the perfect romantic partner for him. I get it, but I also hate it. I hate this feeling of this one corner of the love square being railroaded. It basically dismisses the other 3 corners as possibilities right alongside the Lukanette and Adrigami ships.

All that grumbling aside, I would like to give some applause to how the episode ended. I very much enjoyed that Kagami was like, “nope. You lied to me, and I can’t trust you, so we can’t be friends. I need time away from you. I’ll let you know if we’re ever okay again.” It shows the consequences of playing with someone’s emotions, even if under the best intentions. It also shows that it’s perfectly okay to cut out toxic relationships, even if the other person didn’t intend any harm. Well-intentioned people can still cause toxic relationships, and if you need to step away from them (as Kagami did), then you are completely valid in that decision. It’s an important lesson for kids to learn, I think. I’m just worried that Kagami brushing off even being Adrien’s friend (while justified) might mean not really seeing her in the show anymore, and that would be a shame. 😟 I do enjoy her as a character, and would love to see more of her growth. Plus, she is so limited in social interactions as-is, so I hope we see more Kagami and Marinette friendship growth.

I am also interested in how Adrien reacts to the knowledge that he can indeed ruin his friendships with people if they aren’t in the same emotional space. This is most likely what’s preventing Marinette from confessing: fear that Adrien will reject her so severely that he might not even want to be her friend anymore. So having Adrien now possibly have that fear as well has some interesting story potential (if the writers don’t drop the ball like they did with the Lukanette/Adrigami ships). Meanwhile, having a dejected Luka still offering friendship and support to Marinette - something clearly Adrien assumed would happen with Kagami; once a friend, always a friend - might give her the confidence to confess to Adrien, now trusting that they are good enough friends and he’s a kind enough person that they can still remain friends even if he doesn’t return her feelings.

There’s a lot of potential birthed from these opening episodes, but especially from “Lie” and I’m interested to see what the rest of the season is going to look like now.

Also... ARE WE SURE THAT LUCKY CHARM BRACELET IS ACTUALLY LUCKY!? IT’S BEEN THE HIDING SPOT FOR AN AKUMA TWICE NOW!

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mrs-nate-humphrey · 3 years

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no pressure or anything but if you ended up writing this my little nerdy punk heart would have been eternally grateful 🥺 (and please, please, please, boyband him a little, that hair can't go to waste) love you!!!!!💖 these tags actually made my day so thanks!!!!!!

hello jo, i hope you're doing well!! <3 sorry abt taking a while to get to this ask, i have been a little out of it, and i didn't want to half ass a reply to something as important as a natie themed ask....

this entire concept is 100% on my to-write list!!! i have a lot of thoughts about nate figuring himself out/figuring out who he is away from his family's expectations of him and the ideas people who think they know him have of him (since he's so popular, everyone thinks they know him, he can't escape the reputation that follows him around, etc etc).

in fact, since we're talking about this - i made a list of connected, nate-focused, stuff! and this response got RIDICULOUSLY long. so. 11-point bullet list focusing on nate, here you go!

you might enjoy my natessa fic "out of focus". it's not exactly this, but it is sort of the first time i dip my toe into the pool of.. whatever this concept is. nate lets vanessa buy him a shirt he would never pick out for himself. things go on from there!

i have a lot of thoughts about nate & ruby, specifically. we never actually got to see her, but i think he'd awkwardly gravitate towards her in that way that you do when you're young & queer and you meet an Openly Gay And Comfortable person for the first time. and i think ruby would see this and kind of adopt him/take him under her wing? anyway.

more natefic i am yet to write involves nate coming out to vanessa, vanessa being the first person he comes out to, it's after a lesbian punk concert and he's hyperventilating a bit and he KNOWS v will support him. she has literally shown him in a million ways that she's a good ally to the lgbtq+ community, and vanessa's just like, "what's wrong?" and nate is like. "nothing's wrong, and i really like you, but i'm not - i don't - " and then he says something awkward and stumbles through how he likes men, and vanessa gives him a hug and kisses his cheek and says "thank you for telling me that"

anyway i bring up #2 and #3 just to say that i feel nate has a sort of comfort with the abrams sisters that he doesn't have with anyone else at the time (he will eventually get here with blair and serena too, but in s1? they ALL had their own shit to deal with and i don't think nate was really in a place to open up to them, whereas vanessa & ruby aren't his childhood friends so in that way, it's easier, etc). and i love the thought of like. vanessa bleaching his hair super pale, ruby buying him a hair straighter (and of course he knows how to use it, he's blair waldorf's ex boyfriend what do you expect of him) and just. the abrams sisters - without even realising they're doing it - giving nate a space to explore who he is and specifically, his presentation

so we can either roll with nate being a trans man, which i LOVE, and am trying to write a fic about - OR - and it makes sense here, with these headcanons specifically, i feel like nate would maybe be one of those cis people who's explored their gender identity, realised they're cis, and therefore, is far more in touch with their gender than the average cis person?

connected to THAT, i have a fic in the works in which nate just presents... extremely femme. he goes super flamboyant, dresses in a way that puts himself on everyone's gaydar, etc etc. at first he does it to be like "fuck you" to his family, but after a bit he realises he actually really likes being perceived in that way, as a queer man, as a pretty queer man, and it makes him feel in control & good about himself to be able to do all these stereotypically feminine things WHILE identifying 100% as a man. putting on nail polish and mascara and gloss, wearing very femme things and heels, etc etc, it makes nate feel like himself in a way that he's never really felt before. (he IS a cis man.) dan bumps into nate at a gay bar, doesn't recognise him at first (this is a very au fic, i think they've lost touch since high school ended) and then promptly falls in love with nate AND has a gender identity crisis that goes a bit like "well nate maybe you can do these things and still identify as male but i can't" and it's just... trans dan my beloved.

unconnected to all that, you know what would've been fun? s2 nate is staying with the humphreys arc, and jenny... dyes his hair for him, and designs outfits for him, and basically both of them just. go thru a whole fashion revamp together.

i have a lot of ideas for futurefics in which jenny is like. 18, 19, etc and has a cool new line of men's clothing, but she doesn't have the $$ to hire a professional model for her clothes OR she wants the person modelling the clothes to be someone who Gets her mission statement in designing them (this is better but it could sorta be a combination of both) and essentially she awkwardly asks nate to model lingerie for her. he is like, of course! because i'm me, this doesn't go anywhere romantically, but if a jenate shipper wants to take this idea and run with it, go ahead, just credit me, lmaooo. i will definitely write this fic to centre around nate & jenny both being really gay, which is the other direction altogether, so that doesn't bother me.

since we're speaking about nate in lingerie, this fic of mine's first birthday is coming up in a few days! wow, it's been a whole yEAR.

so, disclaimer, any and all fics that centre around Identity... always take a lot out of me + i always have to be in a very specific headspace to write them (that's why the nonbinary dan series is taking ages, too). so while i really DO wanna write all the nates exploring how they present and, as the kids say, fucking around and finding out, it might be a while!

oh. this reminds me*. i REALLY have to finish writing my demisexual nate fic... it's a tricky thing to write. i have another fic im yet to write about how sleeping with dan makes nate re-evaluate a lot of things, in a very trauma survivor way (like an "oh, this is what it feels like to be with someone who respects me!" kind of way) and that... i want to write it sooo bad but i gotta do the idea justice. life is Hard.

*if anyone is curious about my thought process - “nate fucking around and finding out” ... wait, a bit like.. “nate fucking around and finding out that he doesn’t even like to fuck around, which is what happens in THESE fics i’m writing, let me just,...” etc.

#nate archibald #johermione #prompt #also #my writing #because i link. many of my writings in here lkfdhlkgh #fic progress #natie my beloved.............

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dee-the-red-witch · 3 years

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OK, I’m gonna take a minute here while getting my brain re-set to sit back down and start in on the manuscript again. And I want to preface this all with a BIGASS disclaimer: I DO NOT THINK OR CONSIDER THAT THE POSTER WHO PUT THESE TAGS ON A REBLOG FROM ME WISHED ME ANY KIND OF ILL WHATSOEVER. IN FACT, I’M PRETTY SURE THEY WERE TRYING TO PAY ME A COMPLIMENT.

That said, I’ve been seeing this more and more. On here, on twitter, on Fb, everywhere. And it’s happening more and more as I post about more than just part of what I do as a dayjob, and as I’m trying to leverage back into doing more than just leather. ...y’all do get that my leatherwork and maskmaking is not the sum and total of me as a person, right? I mean, this is not meant as a humblebrag, or any kind of brag, just a resume list, because I’m all over the fucking map: In high school, it was debate and drama. Even ended up at State and Nationals for those to some degree.

After that, in between and during college, it was working haunted houses, studying english, history, and theatre, and then putting together a theatresports team that ran for two years (we were groaningly terrible, exactly the kind of humor geeky/nerdy theatre kids put together and it was awesome and these days I cringe at some of the jokes we used to do. I think our biggest audience was maybe thirty people.) Then it was moving here, going to Cornish for theatre, summarily dropping out of Cornish after a semester of realizing there was no way I could afford to stay in school and survive without being homeless on part time minimum wage, not to mention lots of disagreement with the whole program. Cue being a twentysomething in seattle in the early aughts- doing lots of small theatre, joining a Rocky Horror troupe, weird citylife adventures and a lot of shite underpaid jobs. Also figuring out I was queer in there. Leather didn’t happen until after I’d met my fiancee and we’d moved in together, when I got hit with a seven-month stint of unemployment, and with loads of boredom on my hands, decided I’d try and figure out how to make a leather mask or two from some spare hide she had lying around from making her own armor for the SCA. Which took a lot of attempts. Fast forward a couple of years, I was still working shit-paying jobs, we had a kid on the way, and couldn’t afford early daycare so we could both work. so I stayed home with the kids since I made less out of the two of us. Still don’t regret that. Also meant I launched a website and started slowly getting more and more professional and doing cons and stuff. Of course, doing a site means you have to do images, which meant learning photoshop, and, well, I also went ahead and learned how to draw, collage, etc in there. After a few years of photoshop, leather, and websites at home, and after going back to work at a bank doing image archival work on documents, I ended up working in a gallery as a dayjob, scanning and archiving paintings and photos for reproduction. which meant learning repro, art, art history, and putting it all together meant I was suddenly making digital art in my off time as well. And then kid number two and the ‘08 real estate crash happened almost simultaneously in reverse order. I was home with new kid again, because my job, and my entire department type, information services, pretty much ceased to exist from the corporate world. And since then it’s been working on self promoting and doing my own business since because fuck working for other people, its never worked well.

So yeah, I do leather, it’s a big part of my life,because anything is when you’ve done it for 15+ years. But that said, I’ve been fighting burnout with it for two years now, and been trying to leverage myself out of it the whole time. Which means fighting with the “but you’re the leather guy!” thing in my own head a LOT. I am not just a leatherworks guy. I write. A bunch. Next book’s almost done, and I skipped the history bit where I was freelancing for a few rpg designers- no, probably not anything you’ve seen. I DO VISUAL ART which you’ve all seen like mad if you’ve been following for any amount of time. I’d act if there were enough spoons, time and energy in the day. There isn’t, and I’m a cheesey fuckin’ actor anyways. I tattoo- that’s a new one picked up since quarantine, but I’v ebeen trying to make both of my hands less dumb, so picking up actual physical drawing and tattooing has been a thing. I still also craft all sorts of props and other bits when I want/get hired to. Because WHY NOT. But I’m a lot more than a leather guy, and I fight with myself every time I see stuff about me being just the leather guy. Jeebus, that was a wall of text. OK, I’m maybe also needing to vent a lot more, find time to get into therapy, and deal with issues on a healthy basis. Maybe find time and people irl who see me as a whole-ass person now that my vaccine’s almost finished marinating. Yeesh. Sorry for the screed, folks, but the ‘don’t fucking delete shit’ rule applies. It’s here, so I may as well share. But yes, your friend who does more than leather is trying to get seen as your friend who does more than just leather. Make sense?

#long post #you could reblog i suppose but why #personal

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 4 years

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Humans are Space Orcs, “What Happened.”

Sorry for any issues this one might have, but I am trying to write it between flights and and scrambling to find a plug that will work, so I hope you like it anyway, and I hope it answers some questions you have

Three months leave

IT was going to take an extra three months before the ship would be ready for launch. Even as they spoke, it was docked at the Europa station as they put on the final finishing touches. Until then, it had been Commander Vir’s job to go through files on the personnel he wanted aboard his new crew.

He had suggested some alien additions to make the crew more diverse, which the GA had loved considering that the ship was an amalgamation of both human and alien technology. It had Rundi communications systems, Celzex weaponry, Vrul shields, and a Tesraki warp core. The design otherwise was completely human. But for those reasons, the project was obviously very time consuming, and they were lucky that it was going to be finished in as little a time as it was.

Sunny hadn’t seen Adam very much in the last month or so considering that he had been working hard to find an extra five hundred members for his crew, and speak with the brass about what he had seen on the other side of the wormhole.

Sunny knew that it was important that Adam do his job, but a part of her was annoyed they hadn’t been able to speak properly since getting back.

Instead, she was stuck in base housing on the cost, alone and with nothing to do aside from long walks on the beach. She had never been the the beach beforehand as anin didn’t have any substantial bodies of water like that, at least near her, and there was something about the endless water that unsettled her. Even Krill and Conn were off doing important things. Krill was giving his services to a level one trauma center in New York, and Conn was helping the base MPs conduct polygraph tests, though he had sort of replaced the polygraph.

That left Sunny alone most days to think.

She hadn’t gotten over Adam’s disappearance, and not how he had tricked her, pushing her from the bridge before turning around and preparing himself for death. She felt a bit cheated, and like a decision had been made for her. She wasn’t stupid, logically she knew that is what she would have done if she were in his place, so she couldnt fault him for that, though she still coudln’t help feeling hurt over it.

And these thoughts she was left to stew on, tossing and turning in the quiet of the night while everyone else was out and busy.

Needless to say she didn’t expect the little bell on her front door to ring late one evening, and when she opened the door she certainly didn’t expect to see Adam waiting on her front porch.

HE was smiling, though the skin around his face and neck were already flushed a light pink with embarrassment.

In his arms, he held a large collection of flowers.

“May I come in?”

“Adam!” Her surprise was a bit delayed

He shuffled his feet, “I uh, I got the go ahead to take the day off so I…. thought I would see you.”

He shifted again.

He looked better now than he had on returning from his ordeal, face clean-shaven and in clean clothes that actually fit, though she had to admit his cave-man look hadn’t been so bad.

She stepped aside, and he tentatively followed.

She closed the door and he turned to face her, “I uh…. um … well I…. flower…. Or I mean, I got you, flowers I…… Bought some, but also picked…. some ….. I not that that really matters I just.”He sighed took a deep breath and cleared his throat, “I got you flowers.” he held them out, and she took them in half amusement, picking one from the top and popping it into her mouth before setting them down on the little side table.

“Look, I’m sorry we haven't been able to talk since I got back… and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a little bit of me avoiding having a tough conversation.”

“I like that you are at least being honest with me.” She said quietly., “Do you want to sit down?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, “Actually, I was going to ask you if you wanted to go on a walk…. I.. I think better when I walk.”

She shrugged and agreed, following him outside to where a thin layer of clouds had veiled the sun which was slowly inching towards the horizon. The clouds muted the colors and the sea was grey in the distance.

Together they walked a little ways along the sand, him shifting nervously, and her walking to the side, relaxed though she didn’t feel like it

The silence stretched on for nearly a mile before Sunny -- growing frustrated -- was forced to break it.

“You tricked me.”

He looked down at his feet, “I did.”

“You tricked me, and because of that I have had some of the worst few months of my life.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I understand you did what you thought you had to, and I get it that if I was in your place, I would have done the same without hesitation, but…. I I feel cheated, and I feel used, and for some reason I can’t stop it.”

He looked away, “I’m not sure what to say.”

“At least say SOMETHING.”

HE turned to face her single green eye wide. Looking down she could sense that his hands were shaking. A part of her felt bad about that, but they needed to have this conversation, and she wasn’t going to let him out of it.

“I… would do it again to save your life, and I won’t apologize for that, but I’m sorry that that’s how you feel.”

“I thought we were a team.”

“And we are.”

She paused, her feet digging hard into the sand, and he drew to a halt beside her, “I need you to understand Adam, when Drev say a team, they mean a battle pair and that means….”

“I know, I know……. I know what it means, and I am agreeing with you.”

“Will, you try, for me.”

“Yes, but sunny, I I don’t know how well it will work out, I…. well I’m broken when it comes to this sort of thing I don’t even know if I can.”

They went silent again and she could see the veins pulsing in the side of his neck. Beads of sweat collected on his brown and face. He looked almost nauseous, like he was scared or something, that too made her feel bad, but she didn’t really know how to help.

On instinct, she reached out a hand, inches from his before pausing, “I…. Can I?”

He paused look down at her hand.

His clenched into a fist.

He was pale whit like snow now.

“I…. I don’t think I can right now but…. Thanks for asking.”

She watched the expression on his face closely, and on his face she saw him proceed through a rapid series of emotions starting with fear, working over to shame, sadness and finally ending on guilt.

He turned away.

She walked up next to him, head tilted, “You don’t have to, Adam, but maybe if you told me why I could better understand. Of course you don’t have to.”

He took a deep shaky breath, “You deserve to know. But just don’t… I don’t know laugh or something. I know logically it wasn’t a big deal but….”

“Adam, I promise I won't laugh, you have my word.”

He nodded his head slowly and sighed, “I can trace it all back to one event I think. It was MY freshman year of high school…. Maybe and I was the awkward, nerdy sci-fi weirdo who believed in UFOs and Aliens.

***

Adam Sat Under a tree outside the school arms wrapped around his knees back tucked against the bowl of a tree which cast the shadow of its leaves down over the ground to wave and rustle in a light breeze.

It was lunch break, and he was watching the other teens standing around in their cliches. The football jocks were playing a game to one side, the cheerleaders were clustered around a bench, and all the rednecks were sitting in the back of their trucks in the parking lot laughing loudly and occasionally turning on their trucks just to rev the engines as loud as possible.

His hair was long-ish, kind of scruffy and hanging down around his ears. The clothes he wore were baggy hand me downs from his older brother Jeremy (a senior) and shoes with holes in them from his older brother Thomas.

He didn’t mention the holes to his mom, dad was in between jobs right now, not that it was a big deal, he would find work, it was just paperwork in the way, but he didn’t want to worry her with something extra that didn’t matter right now.

He looked down at the ground where he had a stack of books waiting in the grass for him, The Martian, War of the Worlds, and an old tatty compendium of start wars stuff with pictures and diagrams.

The T-shirt he was wearing was one he had purchased online, and had a diagram of the star-trek enterprise on it.

He shuffled his feet in the grass waiting for his brothers to show up and feeling sort of lonely as he waited.

Since he was a little younger, he got out a half an hour before they did, and only got to spend thirty minutes of his half hour lunch break with them, otherwise he tried to avoid people as much as possible. It wasn’t that he was bullied per-se, because he wasn’t really, neglected by his peers was probably a better term for it.

They were nice to him in the way you are nice to small children or crazy people, keeping up polite conversation just long enough to leave as soon as possible. He was used to the treatment, and didn’t bother subjecting people to his presence more than he had to. He knew he was weird.

He was sure he would have a harder time if it were not for his older brothers. Jeremy, who was a popular football player, David because he was student body president, and arguably the best looking guy in school, though he never seemed to be dating anyone, and Thomas, who was a bit of a loose cannon and didn’t mind getting in fights to protect his family members when he wasn’t hanging out with the other weird and unpredictable kids.

He was sitting there thinking about his brothers and staring down at the grass, when he saw a pair of shoes appear in his vision. They were white vans, or something similar with bright green laces, and when he looked up he saw a girl standing over him. The school was small enough that he recognized her immediately. Her name was Amanda and she jumped between the Drill team and the Basketball Girls click.

She was smiling, and he watched her as she turned her head back to her group of friends who were giggling and trying not to look like they were looking over in their direction.

Adam sat up a little straighter, “Can I help you.”

She smiled at him, her cheeks slightly pink, “HI…. Adam.”

He frowned, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

She shuffled her feet, and off in the distance, her friends giggled and looked away.

“Can I help you with something?’ He wondered, waiting for the punchline somewhere. Something about the weird UFO kid, or maybe they were going to ask him to help them do something against school rules, so when they got caught they could all blame it on him. Or maybe they were going to ask him to be the designated Sherpa for their bags or something.

He had been tricked into most of those things before, though by now the teachers and the principal knew that he was just socially stupid and not a troublemaker.

“Relax ok, I’ve just come to say sorry?”

“Sorry for what?”

“Sorry for treating you like you were weird.” When she smiled it seemed genuine, “You see its…. One of my friends.” More giggling I the background, “She thinks you’re cute, but she didn’t know how to act before.”

He glanced past her to where the group of girls had burst in to excessive giggling.

He frowned again, “I’m not stupid, you know.”

“I didn’t say you were.”

She crossed her arms, “Serious, Adam.”

“Who is this friend of your.” His eyes narrowed, but past that he was looking towards one of the girls in the group. She was pretty with honey blonde hair and an infectious smile. She played the violin, and he knew for a fact that she was a comic book nerd. He had seen her carrying them around, and she was a petty good artist too. He felt his face flush a bit but tried to fight it back.”

“She smiled, “Avery.”

His eyes shot wide, and he felt his face turn scarlet. The part of his brain that had been skeptical immediately shut off as the human brain is prone to do when they think something good might be about to happen.

“I… really.”

She grinned, “Really.” She reached into her pocket and passed him a note, “She wants you to meet her by the stadium.”

His hands were shaking a bit as he took the note, but he felt his heart hammering in excitement.

Was this his way out of exile?

He had always been extroverted, starved for all the friends he wanted and all the people he wanted to talk to. Avery had the life that he wished he did, a large circle of friends, and fun things to do every weekend.

Maybe with her around, he would finally have that.

All the better if they were dating, but he was getting ahead of himself.

He watched as the group of girls dispersed and Avery moved towards the back of the building over towards the stadium, her beautiful, honey-blond hair blowing in the wind.

He stood awkwardly gathering up his things and shoving them in his bag without zipping the zipper all the way before turning and cutting around the other side of the school. His heart hammered in his chest and his hands were cold and sweaty as he made his way around the other side of the building and towards the stadium.

His heart only began to race faster when he saw her standing alone under the stadium between the cross-bars and in the shade of the metal benches above.

He approached nervously, his hands shaking in excitement.

She turned her head, bright blue eyes catching his.

He stopped in place at the edge of the shadow. But she smiled and waved him in, “Adam over here.”

He followed nervously his feet trailing in the dirt. As she approached she nervously rocked back and fourth on her heels hands in her pockets. He paused a few feet away. She looked up at him through her lashes, and he noted she was wearing little Iron Man earrings.

“Hi.” She said nervously

“Hi.” He replied back

She shuffled her feet, “Look I…. I’m sorry about laughing at you earlier today In class I…. well I think your funny, not, like in a bad way or anything.”

HE knew he was bright red at this moment, probably brighter red than any tomato, “Really?”

“Yeah, so I wanted to say sorry, and…. And maybe make it up to you.”

His heart was in his throat, “Oh, you, you don’t have to.”

“But I want to.”

It went quiet as she stepped forward, and he was frozen in place. She was right in front of him now. She leaned forward a little, and he was frozen in place. Her eyes closed, and then so did his, he waited for the moment, and waited, and waited, but nothing came.

Someone snickered, and he cracked an eye to see Avery’s once pretty face twisted up into a sneer of contempt and malicious amusement.

“April fools.” She jumped at him, and in surprise he tripped backwards over one of the metal bars landing hard. The zipper of his backpack, not all the way done up, erupted outward spilling all his books out onto the dirt.

Laughter.

He turned his head looking around to the cracks in the stadium seats where dozens of eyes stared at him laughing.

Avery stood over him as others began flooding down from their spots laughing.

He crawled back, his head down, “But it’s not even April.” He whispered

“Its not even April.” Someone mimicked from behind, and he ran into soemthing hard looking up to see one of Avery’s friends standing over him. She was state shotput champion last years, and her arms were as big as his head, “What is this.” She reached down and picked his book off the ground.

“Please, give it back.” He said crawling to his knees and reaching up for it.

“The Martian.”

“please.”

She flipped open a few of the pages. He stood up trying to reach for his book but he was blocked by another two of her friends.

The laughter continued, the mocking voices over and over and over again.

He tried to push forward reaching for his books which had been picked up off the ground.

“Gross, Its all sticky!” the friend yelled.

“No it isn’t.” He protested, it was true, he took very good care of his books. But of course no one listened. A chorus of disgust rose up around him. His books were dropped, one clattering to the rocks its pages bending, the other one landing halfway in a puddle of stagnant water.

He cried out and dove forward pulling it out of the water even as mud dripped form the hardback.

He cradled it in his arms, feeling hot tears of anger and humiliation begin to prickle at the corners of his eyes.

Laughter continued.

“Look.”

Fingers pointed.

HE stood fists clenched ready to hurt someone, but when he turned the same girl from before hand his book in either hand and when he moved she pulled.

There was a sharp ripping noise as the spine of the book tore a quarter, and as he cried out she laughed and dropped it into the puddle.

As a paperback, the book didn’t stand a chance.

Mud and water caked his hands as he reached in to pull it out on his hands and knees. Something hit him hard in the back and he pitched forward into the puddle getting the book wet a second time as the kids laughed.

He scrambled sitting up coughing and spluttering feeling the slimy grittiness of the water on his lips.

Someone knelt down next to him. A voice in his ear, “If you tell anyone. I’ll tell the teacher you tried to touch me.”

Tears dripped down his cheeks as he tried wiping mud from his face. The laughter receded and he was left along kneeling on the gravel.

His face grew hot and read as he stared down at the ruined cover of his book. Hot tears dripped onto the mud coating his hands.

His breathing started up in great gasps his heart hammered so fast he thought it was going to burst out of his chest. His head was going to explode either from anger or frustration he didn’t know. Choked sobs broke from his mouth as he knelt over the books ruined in his hands. He couldn’t breathe. He stood vision clouded face hot wet and muggy from the heat.

And then he ran.

He had no idea where he was going or what he was doing.

His paperback held muddy and dripping in one hand he pelted into the woods and didn’t stop running until his foot caught on a branch and he went rolling into the leaves.

He lay there on his stomach heart still hammering breath still coming in ragged gasps. He just couldn’t calm his breathing down.

He didn’t know where he was.

He felt like he was having a heart attack, or dying, or something. He lay there gasping on the forest floor for hours.

It grew dark. The mud dried on the back of his book and against his chest and hands.

It was only when he heard the voices did he finally sit up, mud caked and bleary eyed.

“Adam!”

There were no other sounds for a long moment before the call started up again.

He stumbled over, it was dark so his feet kept coughing on branches and twigs.

“Adam, ADAM! I swear ADAM.”

“Thomas?” He said his voice so raw it was barely above a whisper.

“ADAM!” Footsteps rushed towards him through the trees, and Thomas burst from the foliage his scruffy blind hair run wild, his jeans covered in dirt, “Adam there you are where have you-“

He didn’t have time to say much else as he was hugged tight around the middle.

“Adam I…. what’s wrong. What happened! Who did this to you!”

Thomas looked ready to rip someone apart, but Adam didn’t say anything. He wouldn’t say anything about the event for the next two years.

***

Sunny stared wide eyed as Adam turned away again.

“Look, I know its stupid, it happens to plenty of kids and they don’t take it the way I did, but. I mean, with the panic attack on top of it, and then a few years later the same thing happened on my first date, so now I just… I can’t…”

Sunny was quiet for a moment while he looked away.

“Who the FUCK do they think they are.” She snarled.

He looked up in surprise, “I what.”

She marched around in a circle, “What the hell kind of person does that to someone. That’s just sick and wrong. That is just… horrible.” She pulled out her spear, “I swear If i ever meet someone like that if i ever meet THEM, I am going to-”

He caught her arm, “Sunny stop, it was a long time ago.”

“It doesnt matter!”

A small smile cut across his face, “IT doesn't matter sunny, you want to know why.”

“Why.”

“Because I saw their pictures.” he grinned, “Avery got really fat and her friend got hit by a car, not fatally but I consider it Karma doing me a solid.” He paused, “It’ll be ok…. I just need some time. Think you can do that for me?”

She paused and nodded her head, “Yes, I think I can.”

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Asgardian Liquor (Loki x reader) - One Shot

Loki x Reader (AU)

Request by @tom-hlover: Loki x reader (Midgardian) AU where the reader is a nerdy and shy type of secretary who surprisingly became close friends with Loki, one night out of curiosity reader wanted to try Asgardian alcoholic drink as offered by Loki (they take turns in introducing things from both worlds: like food books and such), reader became drunk easily and accidentally kissed Loki on the lips.

Word count: 3.7k.

Warnings: FLOOF AHEAD.

A/n: I know Loki is not Odinson, he’s Laufeyson but I still named him Odinson in the fic. (Because I can.)

You let out a loud huff as you bent down to pick up the massive pile of papers that someone has knocked down for the third time from your desk; too shy to ask them for help you just let the person walk away without even saying sorry to you for what they just did.

You were muttering curse words under your breath as you collected the scattered papers all around the floor beside your desk outside your boss’s office; thank god he wasn’t here yet. Your skirt wasn’t helping you either; you somehow managed to hold it while picking up the papers for the sake of your modesty.

“You Okay, Love?” A familiar voice said, and you looked up; There stood your new boss with his charming smile that never fails to make your week on your knees.

“Yeah, it’s fine, I’m fine.” You replied with a forced smile and he bent down to help you.

“It's Okay, Mr. Odinson. I can manage.” You said, but he looked insistent on helping you. Honestly, it was the first time you were seeing him so up close and you were surprised to see just how beautiful he was even from this angle. Okay, you need to get over it, he’s your boss. You thought and you stared at his perfect face. “Thanks.” You managed to speak out as the two of you got up and he placed the papers on your desk.

“How many times did that happen today?” He asked, and you couldn’t help but look down with embarrassment but decided to answer anyway.

“Thrice.”

“Okay, grab your stuff.” He simply stated and you looked at him with confusion.

“You are shifting inside my office.” This had you including everyone else on the floor stop whatever they were doing to stare at him with surprise.

“Umm, are you sure, sir? I’m fine here.”

“Y/n, just grab your stuff, I’ll ask someone to move the rest of it. And all of you, get back to work.” His voice changed completely when he turns to your colleagues who without any question did what he said.

You turned around as fast as you could in those heels and started packing your stuff before he could change his mind. You followed him to his office while trying to keep up in those killer shoes.

“You don’t have to wear those if you’re not comfortable.” He turned around and said once the two of you were inside his office

“Uhh, it’s fine. Mr. Pierce insisted that I wore heels in office since you know, I’m the secretary.”

“Well, I’m not Mr. Pierce, sweetheart am I? In my office, you can wear flip-flops if you want if that means you are comfortable okay?” His words made you smile widely.

“Thanks, Mr. Odinson.”

“One more thing. When we are alone, you call me Loki; Mr. Odinson is my adoptive brother.”

*******

“I’m sorry, but Monday is just not possible. He’s really busy this week and next week. I just can not give you any dates this month. I’m really sorry again, have a nice day.” You said politely and put down the phone before the woman on the other end could say one more thing. It’s been a year since Loki has taken over the position of CEO and became your boss and you; his secretary. The bond between you and Loki was quite strong now, you would go as far as to say that the two of you were friends.

Your duo work in perfect sync like you guys have been working together for years now. You knew everything he likes when he’s working and he knows everything that you don’t.

You have sort of formed a symbiotic relationship between the two of you; it was kind of an unspoken agreement; he brings you things from Asgard and you show him everything that New York has to offer. It started with him one day casually bringing a book for you about Norse gods; saying that he noticed how you always have one in your hands when you are not working and you loved the book. You have returned the favor though, by bringing to Central Park. Then one day he has surprised you by saying that he had never tried a cheeseburger in his life and you couldn’t help but take him to your favorite burger joint; the next day he brought you lamb, cooked in the kitchen of Asgard and it was just delicious. The next week it was sweets and the next it was fruits and it has been going on back and forth.

Your relationship was just perfect as a boss and a secretary and as well as friends there was just one minor problem, you had fallen in love with him. Even after knowing about his reputation of sleeping with women and never calling them back you had made the stupid mistake of falling in love with the blue-eyed gorgeous-looking brunette. The first month you had undermined your feeling for him by saying that it’s just a little crush, it will go away, but it didn’t; it never went away. It kept getting stronger and stronger until you just couldn’t stand him even looking at the other woman.

“Was that Sif?” A heavy accent said and you turned in your chair to look at the lean man standing on the doorway of his office with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face.

“Yes, And she sounded very mad, if I were you I would never piss off a woman like that; she will kill both you and me.” You said, putting back on your reading glasses so you can email the next person on the list.

“Eh, she’ll cool off in a few days.” He replied before walking over to you and sitting on your desk.

“Yeah, you better start praying for that.” You said, quickly typing in the mail. “So, how was the meeting.” You asked; the excitement returning to your voice as you looked at him through your glasses. His face turned disappointed at your question and he looked down. ”Oh, no, They didn’t like your Idea? But it was awesome.”

“Umm, no. They didn’t.” He said and you huffed before he started grinning again. “They loved the idea. We got the deal.”

“Yesss.” You exclaimed jumping up and pulling him in a hug, which he gladly returned; wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and almost pulling you above the ground. “Oh my god this is so exciting, we finally got the deal.”

“One more thing.” He added and you pulled away to look at him.

“What?”

“They...want to meet you.”

“Me? Why?”

“Because it was our idea, Y/n. It couldn’t have been possible without you. You did the research, you contacted them, you came up with it. You are a genius and it’s time you acknowledge it.” That’s it, that’s what made you fall for the bastard in the first place, He was so cocky and yet so generous and so kind.

“Okay, I’ll meet them.” You said with a smile.

“Good, but for now we need to celebrate.”

“You think?” You said, making him laugh. “But, you promised me something two months ago remember?”

“You can not handle Asgardian liquor, sweetheart.” Oh, there was that nickname again that made your heart flutter so hard that you wonder if one day it’s gonna fly out of your chest.

“Do not underestimate the alcohol-holding capacity of a woman, Mr. Odinson.” You replied, knowing how much he hated when you called him that.

“I’m not underestimating you, I’m saying no one can handle it. Even I barely can. You won’t even like it.”

“Let me be the judge of that, will you?”

“Okay, but when you have a hangover and your head feels like it’s about to burst; be ready for a ton of ‘I told you so's from me.”

“Yeah, we’ll see that but let me work right now. I still have like a ton of emails to send.”

“Uff, you work too much.” He commented, taking a seat on the couch.

“Well someone has to compensate for you.”

“Hey, not nice, I got us the deal.”

“Yeah yeah, Mr. Big shot executive.” You replied earning that beautiful laugh from him that you just love so much.

*******

“This smells like pee.” You whined for the third time as you took a whiff of the dark brown liquid; still collecting the courage to take a sip.

“I told you, it’s very strong.”

“Hey, you are not supposed to say that until after the hangover.” You scolded him and he raised his hand in surrender.

Just like he had mentioned the two of you were celebrating in the new penthouse he bought in New York. You ordered a pizza and you baked him the caramel apple cheesecake that he loved so much ever since the first time you brought it for him. Both of you were now sitting in his living room on his couch, side by side; facing each other on the couch, glasses in your hands.

“Encourage me.” You said.

“Come on, Y/n, drink it.”

“You are so bad at this.” You said bluntly.

“Doll, just drink it in one gulp, okay? Don’t smell it, don’t savor it, just drink it like you’d drink cough syrup.”

“I like cough syrups.” You said in a small voice making him roll his eyes.

“Nerd.” He mumbles under his breath but good for him that you didn’t hear him.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing. Just drink it or I’ll take out Prickly Pete.” Your eyes widen at the mention of your lovable office cactus.

“What? Don’t bring Prickly Pete into this.

“You told me to encourage you, this is me encouraging you.”

“You will not dare to do that.”

“Are you willing to make that bet? Just drink it.”

Without thinking any more you brought the glass to your mouth and without taking a whiff this time you drank the liquid in one gulp. Your whole face scrunched up at how strong it actually was.

When you put the glass back down; it felt like your whole insides were burning especially from your mouth to your chest. But it was a sweet burn; something that hurt but you didn’t want it to stop. You looked at Loki, who was looking at your face like he was inspecting something. You were sure that it was clear from your face that the experience wasn’t really nice, but he still asked.

“So?”

“It tastes like... If someone would pee in a toilet cleaner.” Loki laughed at your choice of words, which you used to describe the not-so-pleasant drink.

“You want more?”

“Hell yeah.” He laughed again as he poured some more for him and just a little for you.

“Hey don’t be a hoarder, gimme some more.” You said as you shoot forward to grab the bottle, Obviously already pretty drunk. This Asgardian shit was strong! You thought.

“I thought it tastes like toilet cleaner.” He said as you successfully took the bottle from him; or he let you take it, you really don’t know the difference anymore.

“And when have I ever mentioned that I don’t like toilet cleaners.” You replied pouring the dark brown liquid in your glass and taking a swig. The same sweet burn went down your throat, more smoothly this time. “Wow...I’m so not gonna forgive you for keeping me away from this for so long.” Your voice slurred a little in the end. “Does my voice sound weird? I think my voice sounds weird.” You asked the man sitting in front of you.

“Okay I think you’ve had enough, give it to me.” He said snatching the bottle from your hand again, and this time even if you tried you couldn’t take it from him.

“No. Give it back, Loki.”

“No, you are already too drunk and you haven’t even drunk a quarter.”

“That’s what I’m saying. This is amazing, it’s like magic. How come you’re not drunk?”

“Let’s just say, I am used to this. And if you drink more it's not going to be pretty tomorrow morning, my love.” God...whenever he said that nickname you want to jump his bones; his thick accent didn’t help much either. You really never thought that you’d be turned on by someone’s accent until this jerk came waltzing in with his ‘hello love’ crap and made you weak on your knees.

“Okay, if you give it to me. I will tell you a secret.” You said; not sure where you were exactly going with it.

“As tempting as it sounds, Doll, the answer is still no.”

“Oh come on. I’ll never ask for another raise ever again.”

“Still no, I have no problem giving you more raise.”

“I’ll work for the next four Sundays.”

“I can make you do that if I want to anyway.”

“Okay, I’ll handle Sif for as long as you want me to.” At this point, you could see that he was starting to consider the deal. The wheels on his head were turning; He was comparing the outcomes of you drinking more to the chances of not having to handle the pissed-off woman.

“Okay, but not because I am afraid of Sif or something because I’m not,” He said, pouring more of the liquid in the glass that you hold eagerly with both of your hands; if the situation was any different he would say you looked like a child on Christmas.

“Uh Huh. Sure.” You mumbled sarcastically.

“What was that, Doll?” He asked, even though he had heard you the first time.

“Nothing.” You replied, gulping down the liquid again. In the third shot, it tasted less like toilet cleaner and more like cider; maybe it was growing on you or maybe your insides were just numb now, whatever it was it felt hella right.

“Okay, why is there no music?” You asked in a more sultry voice, a voice that made him raise his eyebrow, a voice that would have made you face palm if it wasn’t for the Asgardian liquor. “This is a celebration right, what kind of celebration doesn’t involve music.” You looked at him with a smirk that played on your lips when you saw him eyeing them.

“Well go on, sweetheart, help yourself.” He said, gulping down his own drink.

“Don’t mind if I do.” You said setting your glass down and getting up and walking up to his home theatre and connecting it to your phone and putting it on shuffle.

“Huh, I like this song.” Honestly, the buzzing in your head was so strong that your mind couldn’t even recall the song. It was like listening to a foreign language, but that didn’t stop you from slowly twirling around and shaking your hips.

You saw as Loki leaned back on the couch while looking at you with a small smirk, that boosted your confidence even more. Your hand went to your hair, pulling at your hair tie and letting your hair loose. You moved around the room doing moves that you thought were sexy, making the man sitting on the couch laugh and groan at the same time.

Just when you walked up to him a goofy song started to play that immediately made you laugh.

“I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want, So tell me what you want, what you really really want...Come on you have to dance on this.” You said and pulled at his hand with all your strength.

“Sweetheart, I don’t dance.”

“That’s rubbish, I’ve seen you dance at your brother’s wedding.”

“That was different.”

“It wasn’t. Now get up, you lazy ass.” And just like that he was up on his feet and right in front of you; it made you stumble a back and you would have ended up with a sore ass if it wasn’t for his hand holding on to your waist and keeping you still.

‘‘You do remember I’m still your boss right?” He said in a half-serious and half-joking tone.

“You can be my boss right now or you can be my dancing partner instead and have fun with me.” You replied and after a couple seconds of thinking, he took your hand and twirl you around which made you giggle like a fool. “Dancing partner it is.”

The two of you dance around for a while and you were surprised to know how many spice girls and NSYNC songs he knows by heart. You were a giggling mess when he started singing SexyBack and dancing. He ended the dance with a sexy pose.

“God, it’s so hot.” You said, fanning yourself with your palms, still drunk off your ass.

“Thank you, doll.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, I meant the room it’s, ugh... it's so hot.” Without thinking twice, you started unbuttoning your shirt which took him by surprise and his mouth was hanging open. His eyes traveled down your body, taking in every inch.

“Y/n, what are you doing?”

“I told you. It's really hot.” You repeated. Oblivious to the effect you had on him.

“Do you, do you want me to...umm...turn up the cooling?” He asked, politely as he tried to turn his eyes away from you; always the gentleman.

“No, it's fine. Unless you have a problem with it. Do you have a problem with it, Loki?” You asked.

“No. No, I don’t.” Just then a slower song came up. You turned so you could go change it but a hand on your elbow stopped you.

“Let it be.” Your breath hitched in your throat when he pulled you closer and said that in your ear. One arm wrapped around your waist and the other quickly turned you around. Your hands shot to his shoulder clenching the shirt there to regain balance. He slowly started to move and your feet subconsciously copied his steps; toe pressed against toe, chest against chest as the two of you kept slowly moving.

Your heart managed to be calm and nervous at the same time. If an outsider looked at the scene right now, they would say that the two of you have been in love for years now. But there was no chance in heaven that your boss would feel that way about you; yeah he flirts sometimes but that’s just how he is, he flirts with everyone.

‘Cause all of me

Loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

Give your all to me

I'll give my all to you.

You didn’t even realize the song has stopped and you two were standing still in the middle of the living room gazing into each other’s eyes. He doesn’t feel that way about you, right? He doesn’t see you more than his secretary. But what if he does? Just what if? What if you never make a move because you think and regret it for the rest of your life?

You don’t know where the boost of confidence came into you but it was enough for you to step forward and press your lips to his; taking him by surprise for the second time tonight. It took you a second to realize he wasn’t kissing back.

It hit like a brick in your head when you realized what you just did and you quickly pulled away with wide eyes.

“Oh my god.” You said before taking a step back. “I’m so sorry, Loki, I didn’t mean to put you in this position. I-I...Oh, god this is so embarrassing.” You tried to look anywhere but at him, your cheeks heated up like you had a fever. “I-I don’t know what I was thinking I-" You did not get to complete your sentence as a pair of lips pressed against your and your eyes immediately closed, a strong arm wrapped around your waist pulling you closer.

“It's okay. You took me by surprise, that’s it. I will never, not kiss you back.” He said looking into your eyes, a small smile started playing on your face before your hand went to the back of his head pulled him in for another kiss. This one was deeper; slightly rough. His warm tongue entered your mouth, and started stroking yours; tasting as much of you as he could. You both pulled away too soon for either of your liking to catch your breath. Forehead resting against each other.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” He said stroking your cheeks with his thumb as he tried to catch his breath.

“Really? I’ve been wanting to do that for a while too.”

“What took you so long?” He asked.

“Guess I just needed a push from your Asgardian liquor.” You said, making him laugh. “You still wanna know the secret I mentioned?” You asked.

“Always.”

“I am in love with you.” The smile that spread on his face after hearing those words was a sight for sore eyes.

“You wanna know a secret too?”

“Always.”

“I’ve been in love with you for a while.” You giggled and pressed your lips to his yet again. Lips moving passionately against each other and hand desperately unbuttoning the shirt he wore.

“Y/n, y/n, y/n. You are drunk.” He was having a hard time pulling away from you; especially as you looked at him with eyes full of lust and love.

“I know. But I know what I want, Loki. And I want you.”

“I know, Love. I want you too, so much. But I also want you to remember our first time.” You smiled at his word; Loki was nothing if not a gentleman. You nodded your head and pressed another soft kiss on his lips. “Let’s get you to bed.” He picked you up with much ease and carried you to his bedroom and lied you down.

You didn’t realize how tired you were until your back met the soft mattress. The two spent the night whispering ‘I love you’s in each other’s ears and giving each other soft kisses. You were almost scared that when you wake up in the morning he will be gone, it will turn out to be just a dream; but it didn’t, it was all true. He was still there...But so was the nasty hangover that he mentioned.

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Micro-Cosmos S1E4: Looking Up Transcript

(The crew celebrates an afternoon of well-deserved downtime. Transcript begins below break.)

[sfx: forest ambiance, running footsteps]

FELIX BIIIIIIRD!

That... is nineteen! Almost... at... victory.

[sfx: running footsteps]

MILES That... was not... fair... you tripped me!

FELIX Did... not.

MILES Did too!

FELIX Did not!

MILES Totally did.

FELIX The point is mine, fair and square. You did not set eyes upon that bird, first, thus-

MILES Because you cheated!

FELIX What would you have me do, forfeit the point?

MILES Yes.

FELIX Well I'm not going to do that.

MILES I know. Ya lousy-

[sfx: a bird caws]

MILES BIRD!

FELIX Bird? Ah yes, Bird. Ah, damn. Bird.

MILES Haha, that's a nineteen-nineteen tie, next points the winner.

FELIX Yes. And that point belongs to me.

MILES Yeah, right. Tell you what, then. Let's have a wager. I'll even let you pick the terms.

FELIX Okay. The loser has to carry Athena's birthday present around in their bag for a week.

MILES Athena doesn't want to carry it?

FELIX No one wants to carry it, my friend.

MILES Fine! That's fine! It's not like I worked super hard on it or anything-

FELIX

Shh. I'm sensing... an avian presence.

[sfx: birdsong, running footsteps taking off]

FELIX ALLONS-Y!

[sfx: running footsteps taking off]

MILES WAIT UP!

FELIX Where... are... you...

[sfx: a whack]

[Felix yelps.]

MILES Ha! You-

[sfx: a similar whack]

MILES (CONT'D) AA! MY EYE!

***

[THEME MUSIC FADES IN]

ANNOUNCERFuturistic Trail Mix Productions presents Micro-Cosmos: A Science Fiction Podcast.

[THEME MUSIC FADES OUT]

***

[sfx: forest ambiance, running water, a click]

MILES Oww.

ATHENA This is-

MILES Owww.

ATHENA This is-

MILE OWWW!

ALEX Dude, just hold still. You took quite the fall out there.

ATHENA Athena Romero... recording. Hi. It's Day 28, and we're stationed at approximate position North 57 degrees West 105 degrees, still enroute to our equipment dropoff point and making good time at that. We've had to stop for a little, uh, first aid. Miles and Felix got hit in the face with a tree branch playing their new game. It's called Bird... I hate it.

FELIX Hey, Bird is- ow - Bird is fun!

ALEX Until the forest pokes your eye out along the way, Doc.

FELIX I'd call it an occupational hazard.

ATHENA Thankfully, Headquarters, no one actually lost an eye. By some miracle.

[C41′s BOOT-UP JINGLE PLAYS]

C41 Oh, the odds of them losing an eye aren't as high as you'd hope. I ran the calculations.

MILES Yeah? Let me check your math on that one.

C41 No.

ATHENA Anyways. We thought it'd be a good time to take a walking break. Maybe have some lunch.

[sfx: rummaging]

ALEX Aw, shoot. Looks like we're lacking in antibiotics to get this one on your knee cleaned up, Miles. Cal, any chance we're getting more of that with the shipment?

C41 I do have "additional first aid supplies" on the roster, Commander. So... probably!

ALEX I will take a "probably" for all that it's worth as far as HQ is concerned, kid. And hey, we're almost to the drop-off point. Speaking of which, Starshine, did you get the memo to them that we're ahead of schedule?

ATHENA Oh, uh, oh! Yeah, I did get the relay to them last night, and they came back with an acknowledgement. I think we're just going to have to wait it out though.

ALEX Aces. Cal, how much longer do we have on the walking?

C41 Eh, not much! About another...

[sfx: mechanical whirring]

C41 (CONT'D) Hour!

MILES An hour?

ALEX Hey, I like the sound of that.

FELIX Just think. All of that extra time to play Bird.

ATHENA And, sorry to ask, but, Bird is fun... because?

ALEX Because I think all this walking has made the doctor go a bit batty.

FELIX Perhaps. More like... bird-y. If you will.

[Miles groans.]

MILES You set him up for that one, you know- Ow!

ALEX Just a sanitising wipe. I know, I know, it stings. It's the best we're gonna do to keep it clean for now.

[C41 giggles.]

MILES What are you laughing at?

C41 Aw, nothing. Just like... you guys are so funny, with your 'physical pain' thing.

MILES Hilarious.

C41 Precisely my point.

MILES Well, somebody's chipper today.

C41 I am! It's almost time for me to get to like, actual work. As soon as we can set up camp at the rendezvous to make it our base? Watch me go, baby.

ALEX Wait a minute. You, Cal, are excited about doing work?

C41 Sure I am! I'm excited for work that's not super boring and lame and leaves me wanting to tie up my code in particularly pretty bows. Establishing our infrastructure, our inventory, our food sources, and oh, ooh! Getting started on actual research? They sour.I hope I just don't lose out on sleep.

MILES Yeah, sure. We wouldn't want that.

C41 And, and, Miles, while I'm busy doing important things, you can be off doing... whatever little tasks you're supposed to do.

MILES First of all, excuse you, I'm the engineering specialist too, not your friggin nanny, so like, I'm going to have plenty to do that is very important. And second of all, maybe I'll get to sleep instead of clacking away at fixing your code all night like a monkey at a typewriter, alright?

C41 Sure, sure. Now, are everyone's booboos in order? I'm sure Athena and Alex are getting antsy.

ATHENA Oh guys, no, it's fine. Take your time, we're not in a rush.

MILES No, you know what, my booboos- I mean my uh, my scrapes and stuff, are fantastic. Let's go.

FELIX But... I'm so weak.

MILES Nope. Up ya go.

C41 Something to prove, much?

ALEX You'll be fine Felix. Have some trail mix, and we'll be motoring, alright?

FELIX (chewing) Way ahead of you, sir.

ATHENA Alright. Off we go.

[sfx: a click]

***

[sfx: forest ambiance, a click]

ATHENA Recording from the drop-off point, at long last, this is Officer Athena Romero with Omnitarian Establishment Crew #0137-F. It's only been just over an hour since my last log, but we're here. We're here, and now we just have to camp out, and wait for the rest of our supplies. It'll be some downtime well-earned, I think.

ALEX I'd say so.

[sfx: walking footsteps, stopping, setting a bag down]

ATHENA Oh, hey Alex! Let me guess, the others are-

ALEX Competitive birdwatching? Yeah. I don't even think that they realise that that's what they've invented.

ATHENA Aw, jeez, even Cal? Or did you put them on babysitting duty?

ALEX Cal is... keeping score, apparently. Look, you didn't hear it from me, but sometimes I think that they miss Miles when I'm carrying their projector.

ATHENA Really?

ALEX Nah. They're babysitting.

[Athena laughs.]

ATHENA Well played, Commander.

ALEX Peace and quiet is probably one of the best sounds in the world. Second only to good conversation and blaring rock 'n' roll.

ATHENA Sounds like something I should write down.

[Alex laughs.]

ALEX Dude, no, I'm just rambling. And besides, you're recording this, aren't you?

ATHENA Yeah. I mean, I can turn it off, if you want.

ALEX It's fine with me. Kinda nice actually, to think we'll be able to look back on whatever it is we talked about on this mission when we're all old.

ATHENA I never thought about it like that. Guess I thought I was just doing my job.

ALEX Really?

ATHENA ... Yeah, why?

ALEX I don't know, I hear you every once in a while, when you're recording, and... you know how to talk. You a poet in your spare time, by chance?

[Athena laughs.]

ATHENA No, no, I'm... I don't know, I'm not anything in particular. I was corp security, for a while, and then I got into communications and chronicling protocol through that, and... yeah, that's me, if they didn't already tell you as part of the whole 'Commander' thing.beatI'm certainly not, uh, 'recogalex', though.

ALEX Okay, so you uh... know about that whole thing?

ATHENA 'Whole thing'? You mean when you were like... one of the biggest names in sporting sim gaming for years, plural? Yeah, I figured it out. Me and the others in the forces, we didn't really have anything else to keep up with, so we got very much into keeping up with those tournaments.

ALEX Alright, alright. Just thought I'd be able to keep my nerdiness a secret from my crew for a little while longer.

ATHENA Why bother? I mean, if I was as good as you at that stuff, I...realizing as she says itI never would've stopped.

ALEX I guess I just... the same as you. I thought of it as my job, after a while. It started as a way to help me cope with my anxiety, and then, I guess it turned out that I was good at it, and liked it. I liked it a lot.

But I got married, and then we were gonna have a kid, and-

ATHENA Wait, you're married?

ALEX I was. Me and Gabriel split up, a little while after our son, Orion, was born.

ATHENA Oh... that's too bad.

ALEX Oh, it's fine, really. Gabe's amazing, honestly, we both just... wanted different things out of life. It just wasn't working for us to be married anymore. Now we're friends. We're friends that used to be married, and friends that have a son that we love more than anything in the world. And I can't say I mind it, as long as I know they're both waiting for me back home.

ATHENA Wow. I mean, that sounds... that sounds like all you could hope for.

ALEX Yeah... yeah, I guess it is.

***

[sfx: forest ambiance]

MILES This is stupid. We haven't seen anything fly overhead since we got here.

FELIX Hey, hello, uh, you know the decree of the Game of Bird.

[C41′s BOOT UP JINGLE PLAYS]

C41 "They who question the sanctity of Bird will be disqualified from all future matches of Bird on the basis of disloyalty and heathendom," Miles.

FELIX And don't you forget it.

MILES I know, I know, for the millionth time, I know.

C41 Then don't go getting yourself disqualified.

MILES Hold on, was that... an encouragement?

C41 Of course not. I just like to see a good match-

MILES Okay, cause for a second there, it sorta sounded like a-

[sfx: bird caws]

FELIX BIRD!

[sfx: a bell dinging cue]

C41 That's one point to the distinguished Couvillion gentleman.

MILES Please tell me you're not going to do that every time someone gets a point.

C41 Don't be silly! I'm not going to do it for you!

MILES Why do I even bother? It's not like-

C41 Shh. Eyes on the prize, er, sky. Whatever. Bird now, talk later.

MILES Fine.There's a long silence.

[sfx: forest ambiance for a prolonged period]

[The three of them sigh at varying points.]

[sfx: bird song, a glitch, static]

FELIX Bir- rd?

MILES What are you talking about, there's nothing there!

C41 I mean, I'll still give you the point.

FELIX Sorry, sorry, I... eyes were playing a trick on me there.

[sfx: prolonged forest ambiance]

MILES Sooo... uh, this is getting boring fast.

C41 "They who question the sanctity of Bird-"

MILES Not what I meant! I just meant...

FELIX There does seem to be a disturbing lack of birds.

MILES Well... uh... we could play 'I Spy'.

FELIX No, no. We can't allow the shine to wear off that quickly.

[sfx: retrieving from a bag, clicks]

MILES I feel like binoculars are cheating.

FELIX Eh. Using available resources.

C41 Does it count as cheating if there aren't any birds to see?

MILES Okay, but if there were.

C41 But there aren't.

MILES Okay, but if one shows, he can like-

FELIX And it may not end up being worth the hypothetical, if our luck continues.

MILES Just making conversation.

[sfx: prolonged ambiance]

MILES So... how about this weather?

C41 Really?

MILES What? It's called small talk, ever heard of it?

C41 Sure I have. My sources tell me that it's nothing remarkable. In fact, that seems to be the whole point of it, yes?

MILES Well, I guess... not everything needs to seem 'remarkable' to be... worthwhile.

C41 Sure. Take yourself for example.

MILES You know what-

FELIX You know, I believe that might be a backhanded compliment, Officer Abbott.

C41 How dare you.

FELIX Meant nothing by it, my voltaic friend.

C41 Then you know what's good for you.

[Felix chuckles.]

MILES Yeah, right, tough guy.

C41 I'm sure I don't know what you mean. I can be intimidating, that is, when I'm not asleep in my-

FELIX Nest!

C41 What?

FELIX Nest. Up there, on your left, riiiight- There.The group's eyes land on a large nest in a nearby tree.

MILES You think there's any in there?

FELIX According to what I've learned, the season would be right for quite a few baby birds.

So, I mean, if there were... to be... lots of baby birds... I should probably get a closer look. For... research.

MILES And I could help with your research. I mean... I could help you count.

FELIX Oh, no, I mean that's uh...

It'll be quite the climb to get there, so I wouldn't ask you to-

MILES Pssh. What are friends for? You said earlier you weren't feeling so good, anyways, so like... I can go check on those birds. For science.

FELIX Oh, no, I feel fine, thank you. I think a climb might actually do me some-

MILES Here, you hold Cally. I'm climbing.

FELIX Good.

C41 Wait, what? Also, it's Cal.

MILES I'm gonna go see those birds.

[sfx: footsteps running off]

FELIX HEY! NOT FAIR.

You stay right here, Cal. I've got a tree to climb.

[sfx: footsteps running off]

C41 Well, it's not like I'm going anywhere- Wait, wait! Doctor Couvillion? Officer Abbott?! Felix? Miles? Oh, the Commander is going to be so mad at you!beat, meek...Guys?

[C41′s BOOT-DOWN JINGLE PLAYS]

***

[Alex and Athena laugh.]

ALEX No, no, you're kidding me. Stuck?

ATHENA Completely! Okay, okay, so you have to understand, Patroclus C? It's a freezing cold rock. A moon.

ALEX Nothing homey about it?

ATHENA No! No redeeming qualities! We used to call it the Snowball. So, so, so: there I am, and my sister is just screaming bloody murder with her tongue stuck to the side of the transport.

ALEX And did someone lose a tongue that day?

ATHENA Somehow, no! I had to run back to the house for hot water and leave her there, and I swear her tears were frozen to her cheeks by the time I got back and we managed to get her off the thing! God, it was awful. So the chilly mornings around here? They're nice.

ALEX And you've got the charming anecdotes to prove it, starshine.

Oh, is... is that okay? If I call you that? It's just... it came to me, and I thought it suited you. But if you don't like it-

ATHENA Oh! Oh, no, I... it's fine. I like it. It's sweet.

ALEX Okay. Okay, good.

I just figured, you know, it might... we're gonna be out here for a long time. I want to be friends with you guys, with... you. If that's what you... all want too.

ATHENA I think I'd like that, Alex.

Can I ask you something?

ALEX Sure, if I can ask you something after.

ATHENA Oh?

ALEX Yeah, no, I had like... a question or whatever for you too, but you totally, uh, you go first.

ATHENA Okay. Sure. So, uh... here's the thing. How do you... how do you know how to find the course?

ALEX ... What?

ATHENA How do you know where we're going?

ALEX I thought you were military. They don't teach you the way-

ATHENA Not exactly. How do you know where we need to go?

ALEX Oh. Oh I... okay. I think I get it. Well, I... it started off as trial and error, right? Even when I was just picking up the patterns in my games, or anywhere else, I just would have to take what I saw and turn that inward into something I could say was the truth.

So when I had to start figuring out how pieces of the world and their patterns sorta... fit with other pieces of the world into a bigger conversation, it... I mean it wasn't easy. I don't even wanna say it was comfortable. But it was something I could be confident in, at least.

And, these days, if I don't feel confident in it... I mean, I don't feel confident in it all the time, that's actually what I should've led with. Because, like, how could I be? When things, patterns, don't add up sometimes, it feels like something is lying to me. But at least I've been doing this long enough, that I know that I don't have to trek back and learn the patterns from square one anymore. I can... take it in backwards steps.

I can seem like I'm confident in what needs to happen, and then maybe some part of me can take that little signal boost and make me feel confident. And then, if I feel confident, maybe I'll find the pattern I didn't know in the first place, and that'll feel enough like the truth to me. It'll be enough to get us by. To get me by.

But... that's just me. Sometimes I think everyone has a different way of listening for the truth, you know?

Is... is that what you were asking?

ATHENA Uh-huh. Your turn.

ALEX Okay, now, tell me the truth on this one, Romero: do you actually need to record all of those logs?

ATHENA I'm sorry?

ALEX Dude, do you have to actually do them, or is it just like your diary?

[Athena laughs.]

ATHENA Hey! What's that supposed to mean?

ALEX I mean, no judging-

ATHENA I'm the chronicler, sir, that's my job.

ALEX Alright, Officer, alright. I'll take your word for it. But if you ever wanna try out some new monologue material on something, or someone who isn't a comms, you know where to find me-

ATHENA Yeah, yeah, I'll keep that in-

[sfx: a tree branch breaking]

[Miles and Felix scream]

[sfx: a thud]

ATHENA (CONT'D) Mind. Should we be... running about this?

ALEX Running fast, Romero.

***

[sfx: forest ambiance, a campfire]

FELIX, MILES (in unison) Owwwwwww.

ALEX You two... are going... to be.. the death of me.

FELIX, MILES (in unison) Owwwwwwwwwwwww.

C41 Yeah, yeah 'ow'. Traitors.

ALEXHold still... for just a second.

FELIX Once more, with feeling?

MILES Sure. Why not?

FELIX, MILES (in unison) Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

ATHENA Officer Athena Romero recording. Still Day 28. Second first aid stop of the day. We had a tree incident. Or a gravity incident, involving a tree, I guess.

C41 You two are lucky you didn't break a leg. Or that I didn't get carried off by some dinosaur, leaving me there like that, Felix! How could you?

FELIX I... I... I'm sorry, I'm so weak-

ALEX Ah, save it, Couvillion. Not like you need your strength for much else. Speaking of which-

I'd like to propose a toast. To some time off, to finally making it to the rendezvous point where we await our booty, and to... I don't know, to no more falling out of trees, and no more backwards steps.

FELIX Here, here!

ATHENA Cheers!

MILES Cheers.

C41 Bon appetit.

ATHENA So, Cal, when can we expect for the shipment to get here?

C41 Oh, in about... three-

(distorted and ragged)

Four- three, three,- expect, no, three, seven, no, no, no expect, no, three, two, two- ERROR, retrieval denied, ERROR- ERROR, no, two three-

ATHENA Miles? Are they okay?

MILES Cally? Cal? What's wrong? Come on buddy, hello?

FELIX What is this?

MILES I don't know, they've never done this before, I-

[C41′s BOOT UP JINGLE PLAYS]

C41 Bon appetit! Sorry, you were saying? Oh, right, the shipment. Should be around three days.

MILES ... Cal? You... you okay? You weren't messing with your code again, were you?

C41 And if I was?

MILES Cal-

C41 Kidding, kidding. Joke, funny, haha. No, I wasn't, I swear. Probably just a brief malfunction, whatever it is you're talking about. I feel great!

MILES Okay. If... if you say so.

C41 But I am, like, suuuper tired, gee, I think I need some rest, okayeveryonegoodnightbutnotthetraitorswhoabandonedme! Kisses!

[C41′s BOOT DOWN JINGLE PLAYS]

ALEX I think that's the cue for everyone got some rest, huh? Sleep in tomorrow?

FELIX Oh, I'll drink to that.

ALEX Then let's go for lights out, booboo crew.

[sfx: retreating footsteps]

ALEX If you need to do a log, starshine, just make sure to put the fire out when you're finished, alright?

ATHENA Always do, Alex.

ALEX Yeah, you're right. You always do. Goodnight.

ATHENA

Goodnight.

[sfx: retreating footsteps]

ATHENA (CONT'D) You know, I... I don't even know if I have something I need to talk about tonight. I'm exhausted from the journey, and you already know all about that, HQ.

I don't know. Seems like trouble follows us wherever we go, but at least that's something to count on.

But like I said, I think I'm going to try something new tonight. I'm feeling inspired. Tonight, I'm just going to look up at the sky, and I think... I think I'm going to look for a pattern that feels true.

From Ophiuchus-22, this is Officer Romero, looking up, and signing off.

[sfx: bird song, a glitch]

***

ANNOUNCER Micro-Cosmos: A Science Fiction Podcast.

This episode, Looking Up, was written by Lauren Tucker, edited by Luka Miller, and directed by Jesse Smith, Zyrel Thompson and Lauren Tucker. It starred Jesse Smith as the voice of Athena Romero, Jackson Rossman as the voice of Miles Abbott, Luka Miller as the voice of Alex de la Cruz, Kaleb Piper as the voice of Felix Couvillion, and Pippa van Beek-Paterson as the voice of Cal. Original music by Julia Barnes, and sound editing by Tobias Friedman. Be sure to stay tuned to our feed for upcoming episodes from the new backpacking intergalactic adventure from Futuristic Trail Mix Productions. Enjoying the show, and want to give us a boost? You can support us by rating and reviewing us on iTunes, or wherever you get your podcasts, or telling a friend about us.

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mysticalmusicwhispers · 4 years

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Do you have any headcanons for any asian characters in hetalia?

Thanks for the ask anon!

The Asians (as a group and individually) have my heart so you can expect a lot of headcanons for them. I’ve posted a list of China headcanons here (scroll down and you’ll find them eventually), but I’ll probably put new ones in this ask too. Anyway:

- All the Asians love to take food pictures! I know this is a “fashionable thing” to do all over the world nowadays, but I feel like the Asian countries are like the epitome of food pictures. Taiwan, HK, Japan, South Korea, and maybe Macau would do this the most. They’d probably run a joint social media account just for food pictures (as well as food selfies, since they’re all super photogenic). I also think they might compete with each other to take the best pictures, and have people vote on whose is the best??

Also just imagine China cooking the food for them and then all the young’uns crowding around the plate taking pictures for a long time, after 5 minutes they hear China yell “Hey! The food’s going to get cold if you don’t start EATING!” *mutters “Sheesh, they’re too phone addicted”*

- A lot of people headcanon Yao/China as the boomer of the Asians (and in general), and make him like an old man not knowing how to use a phone and everything. But… literally, real China has so much social media and internet stuff, like they’ve literally almost phased out using cash because everyone just pays for stuff using WeChat on their phones… like literally, this stuff is way ahead of America’s cash rn, so I think China would be able to absorb his people’s phone/internet prowess and not be so “boomer-y” like everyone thinks?? I have to admit that the boomer China situation would be pretty funny but I just don’t think it’s very realistic?

- Ok this part is just a rant about South Korea. WHy in the worLd does he need to be all perverted???? Like why is he so obsessed with people’s body parts/breasts???? Like what, why can you not make him a normal person who is a tech savvy enthusiastic photogenic Asian who is definitely a nerdy jock (if those exist) instead of some random groper??? Ok anyway, I’ve got no idea what’s up with canon SK but I think he’d be like the Denmark in the asians? Very excitable, friendly, and overall gives off cool vibes. Also I think he just pretends to be dumb sometimes to make people laugh, but can read the mood pretty well even if people don’t think he can. He’s also pretty smart and good with technology, and can strike up conversations with a lot of people really quickly (this also leads to him getting a lot of connections if it’s in a Human AU) Overall, I think modern day SK’s got his heart in the right place, he just might mess up a few times.

- Ancient Times: the Asians in history are kinda complicated, because a) HK, Taiwan, and Macau are pretty much irrelevant right now, b) I am clueless about Southeast Asian history so idk what Thailand and Vietnam are doing at that time, and c) China, Japan, and Korea weren’t exactly friends all the time (and they weren’t really friends from WWI to the Korean War). Also to complicate stuff, Korea had three kingdoms: Goguryeo, Baekje, and Silla; Silla apparently took over the other two later (with the help of the Chinese Tang dynasty) and became Unified Korea, and then the Korean War happened and it split again. So, idk what’s up with them (canon makes it more complicated because China took in Japan, I assume he would’ve taken Korea or the 3 kingdoms in as well because there’s a lot of shared history/trade/alliances between those three). There’s a lot of backstabbing and wars and stuff, some between China and Japan, some between China and Korea vs Japan, some between Korea and Japan, etc. If the countries were physically kids, I guess you could reason it out that they were just small bastards who were really rowdy and liked to fight, but I think that at least China would have been in his late teens/early 20s, and he took in Japan before most of the wars, so maybe that’s just Japan being a rebellious kid? Idk man East Asian history is complicated

- I think the young’uns are all fans of something (I think Japan and HK and maybe Taiwan are anime/manga fans, and SK likes his kpop idols) and they always get China to come along with them resignedly, to a convention or concert or whatever. But let’s be real, he hates on the others’ stuff but watches his own tv dramas just fine (although he hates the characters’ decisions a lot and rants a lot too)

- They get so competitive during sports! Especially at big things like the Olympics, or any international ____ competition (like swimming or something with lots of events). I think everybody would roast China for always failing soccer at FIFA (mens or womens) even if they themselves didn’t get in (usually Japan and Korea qualify, and they might even make it to like round of 8 or something). Other events, they’d just root for their own team and possibly make bets as to who’s going to win.

- I don’t know why China doesn’t have glasses in his design because literally so many people are nearsighted!!! (me included hhh) but idk I guess an explanation is he used to wear them and then was teased by his kids for being an old grandpa so he got contacts instead or something

- And because of genetics or something I think HK and Taiwan would also have nearsightedness but (I think in Taiwan at least) the trend is to get laser eye surgery, so I think both of them would’ve gotten it so they could keep looking cOoL (or something)

- All of them like TEA of some kind. Japan and China prefer to stick with the normal tea (brewed with tea leaves and stuff) but Taiwan loves bubble tea, and HK and Korea prefer iced tea more? But I think they’d all be able to switch between different types and not complain (except China, the old man)

- If China forgot he had a meeting scheduled and on that day, he invited all the others to his house, I think he’d begrudgingly put Japan in charge and leave, but I think Japan would let the others do whatever they want (he lowkey loves pranking China) and by the time China is back the house would either be wrecked or they’d went through all his stuff and now have a hoard of private things to ask him. China would throw them all out and then somehow find a way to get back at Japan

- I read a headcanon somewhere that they all think their own cooking is the best, and that would be very funny to write, but I think at dinners and stuff they’d all bring their favorite dish and just share, because nostalgia, sometimes they just feel like eating stuff that reminds them of their past or when they were at ____’s house (eg. Japan and Korea with Chinese food, Taiwan with Japanese food, etc.)

- Lots of family arguing and mutual pranks

- Lots and lots of low and high key roasts and lots of sarcasm (especially from the older ones).

Taiwan: “How do you think this dress looks?”

China: “Like you took fashion advice as bad as England’s cooking”

Japan: “I hate to say this, but China is 100% on point.”

Taiwan: D:

- Disapproval of clothing! China arguing at his kids that their clothes are too unconservative or show too much skin or something, and his kids arguing back that he dresses like he blindly picked out clothes without opening his eyes

OK yeah that’s it thanks for listening if you made it down here! I was originally intending to include Thailand and Macau and Vietnam but then realized I have next to nothing for them so… I’m sorry if you wanted some about them! Take my humblest apologies. Anyway, you probably noticed the Asians have my heart and definitely ask for more if you want! I’d never deny the chance to think about what dumb stuff they’d do lol

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wolfpawn · 4 years

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I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 105

Chapter Summary - Danielle is tired and jet-lagged, which is not a time to question her integrity.

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Danielle sighed as she crashed onto the bed after a long day. The heat, the time zone differences and if she was completely honest, she felt a little lonesome for Tom. Groaning as she felt herself getting a tad frustrated, she just lay on the bed and got her phone out, sending a quick “I’m alive” text before curling up against a pillow and falling asleep.

The next morning, she dragged herself out and forced herself into the shower before grabbing some pastries at the breakfast counter of the hotel and getting a cab to the offices of Lucas’ company.

‘How is the jet lag treating you?’

‘I want to sleep for a week, how do people do this?’

‘Your boyfriend does it a lot.’

‘Yes, and I have a newfound respect for him.’ She commented as she grabbed a very large cup of coffee.

‘May I ask you something?’ Danielle paused, she suspected whatever it was he was about to ask, Tom was the key part of it. She turned and looked at him, nodding. ‘Do you find it odd?’

‘What?’

‘Having a film star for a boyfriend?’

‘No, because to me, he’s Tom, dorky, book-loving Tom.’

‘But he has a big name.’

‘In certain circles.’

‘He could help you.’

Danielle’s jaw clenched slightly. ‘I don’t want or need help. And I am behind the scenes, so Tom’s name does little for me there, thankfully.’

‘You don’t want his help?’ Lucas asked curiously.

‘No.’ She stated firmly. ‘I don’t.’

‘He knows Branagh as well though?’ Danielle frowned. ‘I was talking to him, he was thanking me for suggesting you and then mentioned that it was great to bounce around ideas with you, that you were receptive to his ideas but also that you added your own input that he found valuable and that you brought your boyfriend along to speak with him.’

Danielle felt uneasy as to the tone he was using. ‘Yes, Tom knows Ken, they worked together before on a few projects, quite a few actually.’

‘But why bring him to a business meeting?’

‘Sure you know yourself, when both of you are home, it’s nice to actually do stuff with your other half. Your wife is so busy with work too, isn’t that why you had her at our meeting, to spend time with her while you could? We just had the added bonus that Tom and Ken know each other, so we got to have a wonderful conversation where effectively Ken embarrassed him with stories for my amusement and Tom and he got to actually spend time talking again, they are considering working together in the future as a result of that meeting.’ She smiled. ‘So, does that mean that technically, I got him a job, not the other way around?’

Lucas’s brow furrowed. ‘I’m not quite sure. So, you didn’t bring him to secure the job?’

This time, Danielle’s jaw clenched completely. ‘I have not, nor will I ever, use Tom to “secure a job” I will get by on my efforts and mine alone. I noticed the flaw, I wrote my piece that caught Browne’s attention and had him contact you, I went into that hotel and spoke to you regarding it, and though yes, you suggested me to Branagh, it was my talking that convinced him, you just said yourself there, my ability to add to his idea, he and Tom talked about Wallander and Thor and theatre, he and I spoke shop. Tom hasn’t a clue one end of a safety harness from the other, it is not his job to know.’ She rose from the table. ‘I am not sure I wish to continue with this if it is going to be assumed that I have Tom as a means to get ahead in my work, he went with me that day because I was shitting myself at the idea of a project that big with such a renowned actor, he dropped me the day of our meeting because he knew I was terrified but he didn’t come in, he respected me enough in my job to not do so. He knows I would never want to get anywhere on his coattails but on my own labours.’ She walked towards the door. ‘I am sorry it had to go like this, I really am.’ she sighed, walking out of the office.

As she pressed the elevator call button, she felt her heart begin to sink. She had thought her career was on the rise, but this had put it all to a halt. Part of her wondered if she was being petty, but the other part was highly insulted at the insinuation she was using Tom and his name to further herself. She worked hard, she didn’t have to use Tom’s name, nor would she. She loved Tom, not his name or influence. Angered and with a severe dislike of elevators anyway, she decided to go for the stairs, it was only fifteen floors down so she began her descent. When she opened the stairwell door into the lobby, she noticed Lucas standing in front of the elevator doors, she looked at him for a moment before focusing on the door and walking out it. She hailed a taxi and gave the address of her hotel, noting Lucas watching her from the doorway of his offices, but she refused to look at him.

In the safety of her hotel room, she kicked off her shoes and looked around, her files in hand. Danielle looked at them bitterly, all her hard work, her chances of getting somewhere, blasted from the water by the idea she had used her boyfriend’s name. She felt angry for a moment at Tom for costing her for a prestigious role. If he had been normal, an Average Joe, she would have gotten more credit for her hard work...she paused, feeling guilty. Danielle was no fool, she knew it was in no way Tom’s fault, she was just upset and venting. Tom was in Atlanta, blissfully unaware of the terrible mess her career was in. the thought of which caused her to pause for a moment. Her career was in shambles, one call from Lucas and Branagh could drop her, she could very easily be blacklisted and she would never be able to explain herself because of how the industry worked. Upset, she sat on the bed, heartbroken at how events had played out. She wanted to talk to Tom, to just hear his voice, but she was embarrassed, she did not want to tell him, she felt like a failure. With the word screaming like sirens in her head, she felt her chest starting to hurt from the sensation of it. She had failed.

As though by divine inspiration, her phone began to vibrate, taking it out, she looked sadly at it, a text from Tom, telling her he was proud of her and that he loved her. Danielle wanted to cry, but nothing happened, she merely stared sadly at the text, she felt unworthy of a successful and wonderful man such as Tom. she was about to throw the phone on the bed when she realised she had actually dialled his number, quickly, she pressed the cancel button, but only a moment later, he called back. Sadly, she pressed the answer button and put her phone to her ear, she was desperate to hear him. ‘Hey.’

‘Elle? Darling, what’s wrong, are you alright?’

‘Yeah, I am just so jet-lagged.’ she sighed, it was, after all, not lying. ‘I don’t know how you do it.’

‘How long were you working yesterday?’ he asked, his voice filled with concern.

‘I landed at half six, I went straight to the office, I got back at half eleven last night, I think.’

‘Jesus Elle, what time are you there today?’

‘I was there for eight.’

‘Are you still there now?’

‘No, I am at the hotel.’ she wished she had said nothing.

‘Can you grab a quick nap?’

‘I suppose.’

‘Do so darling, you need it, that is all that has gotten me through some days.’

‘How is everyone?’

‘Wonderful, it is great to see them all again.’ she could hear the elation in his voice.

‘Good.’ She tried to sound enthused.

‘Elle, whatever it is, are you alright?’ Tom’s voice was one of concern, yet it was clear he did not want to push her.

‘It’ll be fine.’

‘What happened?’

‘Nothing.’

‘Elle?’ He prodded.

Danielle attempted to say nothing, but the punch to the gut that was her day was pushing out. ‘I shouldn’t waste your…’

‘Danielle, stop, do not try to deflect, do not try to pretend you are alright and for the love of God, don’t you dare try and hang up on me.’ She said nothing. ‘What has happened, please tell me.’

‘Lucas made a comment regarding you coming with me to meet Branagh.’

‘Okay, why is there an issue with that?’

‘I am not sure, he brought his wife to his meeting with me and that was trans-Atlantic. But he went on to ask if I used you to…’ Danielle could hear Tom make an odd click noise with his tongue.

‘So…’ His tone was every attempt to be steady, but she could hear it waver slightly. ‘What happened?’

‘I stated I have not, nor shall I ever use you or your name in my work, that if anyone could not see the merit of my work as it is, then it did not matter and left.’

‘Left?’

‘Yes, I left. I am back at the hotel now.’

‘Elle…’

‘What, I am not going to have anyone dismiss me or my work.’

‘But your career…’ Danielle said nothing. ‘This is twice I have cost you work.’

‘No…’

‘Elle, because of me, Durham cost you a job you really wanted, and now this, you said this could catapult you into your career, skipping years of the drudgery, and I cost you again.’ he sounded heartbroken. ‘How are you even speaking to me? You should despise me.’

‘All I wanted was to hear your voice, I wish you were here.’ she admitted.

‘Why, you should want to break up with me.’

‘Tom, I don’t blame you, I blame them, it was never your fault, they chose to be assholes, you have been nothing but supportive and respectful of anything I have decided to do. I would not change this for the world. I rather work at Subway making sandwiches for forty years and have a crappy little two-bedroom in the council flats with you than all of this if it meant I still felt as supportive and loved, honestly.’

‘Really?’ Tom seemed somewhat taken back by that.

‘Yes, with the obligatory chav named for our kids and a terrible faux leopard print clothing and all.’ Tom chuckled. ‘I mean, full-on Vicky Pollard.’ That sent Tom laughing.

‘You would look ridiculous-looking like that.’

‘Yes, but so long as you were there, being you, in an Adidas trackie, Nike Airs and your white socks tucking your pants legs in, shitty tattoos of the kid's names on your forearms, if you still made me feel as happy, I would not change it.’

‘Well, that is one hell of a declaration.’ Tom’s smile was apparent. ‘I am sorry, though.’

‘So am I.’

‘How are you?’

‘I feel like absolute shit, I am tired, hungry and I feel like an absolute failure.’

‘I’m sorry, Elle.’

‘I tried.’

‘Can you fix it?’

‘I don’t know, and I don’t want to if it means I have to accept such comments about my integrity.’

‘That is your decision, you know I support you.’

‘Thank you.’ She smiled. ‘I…’ The room phone rang, 'One moment, Tom’ half in concern, she walked over and held it to her ear, ‘Hello.’

‘Ms. Hughes?’

‘Yes?’

‘This is reception calling, I have a Mr. Lucas Waters asking for your permission to come to your room?’ Her tone was sterile of emotion, a common trait in American receptionists, Danielle had realised.

‘I…’

‘Elle?’ She could hear Tom on her phone. ‘Perhaps it would be wise to listen to what he has to say.’

Danielle paused for a moment. ‘Is he there?’

‘Yes Ma’am.’

‘Could you please put him on for a moment?’

‘Of course, Ma’am.’

‘Danielle?’

‘If you want to talk, I will speak with you in the hotel bar, like hell am I bringing a man that is not Tom to my room.’ she stated coldly.

‘Of course, my apologies.’

‘I will be down in a moment.’ she hung up the phone without delay before putting her own phone to her ear, ‘Tom?’

‘My little fiery Irish girl.’ She could hear him smile. ‘Get an apology before anything else.’

‘At the very least.’ She promised.

‘I love you, good luck.’

#I Hate You I Love You #chapter 105 #tom hiddleston #Tom hiddleston fic #wolfpawn

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let-it-show · 4 years

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Bringing Back Bears

I fought through my mood to do a little writing on the nerdy Elsa love that’s been floating around! I mean, given that this is wildlife in a forest with magic spirits I’m not sure how usual conservation would apply but you know.

Of course Elsa is stressing herself out too. Good thing Anna exists and is precious.

"Whatcha readin'?"

Elsa looked up at the words and the accompanying tap of Anna's bare foot against her own. She was sitting in a pile of pillows on the floor of the library with an assortment of books next to her along with some scattered notes she was taking. A window behind her provided ample sunlight to read from and as she looked up at Anna, it made the red in her hair shine brilliantly.

Both of the sisters had taken to the library as soon as they woke up, not even brushing their hair initially. Being a spirit didn't keep Elsa from still getting small areas of knotted hair when she slept with it down and as usual Anna was another horror story entirely. After a good hour and a half of perusing the shelves, she finally complained it was getting to her and a break was had to get ready for the day.

After enjoying a good breakfast with everyone, Elsa returned to the library while Anna walked with Kristoff. Olaf had joined her and was across from her on a desk enjoying a book himself. As his reading lessons increased, his desire to read books about fantasy lands grew.

Anna's hair was braided in pigtails while she watched Elsa. She wore a light brown dress with sunflowers and other leaf print on it. "Come on, you didn't even hear me approach."

"Oh," Elsa laughed, putting the book down in her lap. She wore a white dress with icy blue leaves decorating it and many, many sparkles. "Sorry. I'm reading about bears."

"...Bears?" Anna tilted her head.

"Ya, she's been writing things about bears and elk all morning," Olaf commented without looking away from his book. "I think she's obsessed!"

"Mm, a little," Elsa nodded, growing more amused by Anna's adorable and confused face. "It's not just bears and elk, though," she said, tapping the surface of the book.

"Well trees too," added Olaf again.

"Yes, trees. I am learning about the forest and the animals so I can figure out what to do next," Elsa explained, knowing she was being a little vague. Her reward was a further confused face from her sister.

"What to do next? What do you mean? I thought you were done with us getting in danger and now you're reading about bears?" Anna started to cross her arms.

Elsa sat up a little straighter and arranged the pillows behind her. She moved the books on her right and shifted the blanket that was there onto her knees. "Come down here."

"Okay!" Anna wasted no time in dropping down to the pillow nest and sitting next to her sister. Her butt was on the pillows and knees pulled up to her chest as she leaned against Elsa. "...So what's going on?"

"Well...the forest. It's been fragmented by the mist cutting it off and preventing anyone from coming in and out. I haven't narrowed down all the exacts yet since the spirits aren't very good at a straight answer...ever...but the reindeer and some other animals couldn't get through." Elsa looked at Anna to see if she was with her so far. Anna's eyes were wide with interest. "The reindeer seem okay enough, but the herd is small. They also ate some of the plants other animals were eating so..."

"Some died," Anna finished. "And some stuff hasn't grown back right and..circle of life, right? Animals don't have enough of what they eat and haven't been able to leave nor have some come in..." Anna smiled. "I learned the basics too, Elsa. I think you forgot how much free time I used to have to read everything in the castle."

Of course she hadn't. Elsa may not have had as much free time, but whenever she wasn't learning to queen, she learned for fun as well. But given that they rarely chatted about that, she didn't always realize there were many areas where they were on the same page so to speak. In fact, she often thought Anna was a step ahead.

"Okay. True." Elsa leaned her head against Anna's. "There's a lot of animals they haven't seen in years. Kids up there haven't seen lynxes and foxes. There aren't a lot of birds. There's way too many rodents. Some of the trees have a sickness."

"So you're going to bring them to places with foxes and lynxes...?" Anna asked.

"If only there was a place with all those animals so people could just see them!" Olaf piped up.

"There are, Olaf," Elsa replied to him and got a loud gasp in response. "No Anna, I want to restore the animals there. I want them to come back. None of the kids have ever seen a bear. The stories they hear about them are frightening."

"Surely the elders remember bears!" Anna balked.

"Yes, they do. I'm sure they knew they were not monsters, but fear does a lot. Being cut off it...it intensifies those fears and twists facts you know were not scary to be scary. They began to think of these beings as monsters that couldn't be understood and could easily bring harm..." Elsa's eyes sort of glazed over and she got lost in her thoughts. She remembered being isolated. If anyone had known of her powers but not known she was the exact opposite of evil, she could only imagine how that would have been passed around. An ice monster who could hurt. Warmth from Anna's energy immediately surrounded her and began to sooth her in little waves. Anna moved her body closer and brushed her nose on Elsa's cheek. "You're not a monster-bear, Elsa."

"Huh...oh." When Elsa felt especially strongly in regards to a thought, somehow Anna was given an insight to what it was. When she'd asked her if she read her mind, Anna had shaken her head and just said it felt like a warm whisper in her ear when that happened. Elsa sort of knew what she meant. "I know, I know."

"I'm glad there's no monster-bears," Olaf added, rolling over on the desk and placing the side of his head on one book while he read another. "Although they sound like good guard pets," he also added.

"Probably," Elsa nodded, not really sure what she just agreed with. She was coming out of her moment and Anna was petting her arm. "I know, Anna, I know. Sorry. I don't know why that made me drift." It was pretty strange for her to suddenly feel dismayed like that.

Anna kept petting her. "I get what you meant. But no more thinking about monsters. Animals, remember?"

"I do, I do. Well...I don't know about taking them from their homes to show them bears-"

"You'd return them!" Anna said with a sharp gasp.

"What!? Of course!" Elsa laughed and looked at her. "No, I mean...I want to bring bears back."

"And the lynxes, and the birds and the flowers?"

"All of it."

Anna bit her lip, then smiled again. "This isn't like breaking a curse and restoring Arendelle. This is nature, Elsa. How are you going to repair nature? Bruni probably won't be able to herd elk with fire and no bear likes to be lifted up with the wind."

"Nokk does like polar bears...a lot. It's sort of strange," Elsa noted. She had been treated to polar bears several times in her explorations around Ahtohallan, and Nokk would accidentally cause unsettling waves in excitement.

"I don't think Nokk will sit down and have a chat with them though." Anna held up her finger before Elsa could mutter out 'maybe'. "No comments! But anyway, do you have a plan?"

Elsa shrugged and sighed. "Not really. Yelena says they are well aware and didn't need me to tell them the crisis..." She cringed at that. Elsa didn't mean to assume or anything, but her approach to Yelena hadn't been well thought out. It had been pretty awkward on her part as Elsa was still nervous in her endeavour to find balance. "The Northuldra have already had discussions on sending out groups to explore other forests and perhaps even expand themselves to areas more flourishing. I've tried to help by finding what I can learn from the memories swirling about Ahtohallan. But that knowledge is already passed down and written among the Northuldra..." She groaned, her head starting to pound. "There's so much to merge, Anna. I have to figure out how to use the spirits to call back and care for all the life that used to be there. Everyone adapted to the change in weird ways. There's some theories and facts in these books that I need to know..."

"Woah, woah." Anna stopped her and leaned up to kiss Elsa's forehead. "You're putting an awful lot on your shoulders. I've told you before, you don't have to be everything for everyone and take on all of their weight. Fixing the forest to what it was before the mist, before the dam! It's going to take a long time and a lot of effort. You can't sing these things into place overnight."

"No..."

"There so many trees! And birds and bugs and stuff!" Olaf added. "Ow, it hurts! Should I think this hard about their natural order and the changes brought on them by a lack of natural predators or resources and a small population of humans deplet-"

"THANK YOU, Olaf..." Anna glanced at him for a moment before back to Elsa. "I think you need a break."

"But-" Elsa started to protest.

"I told you it won't be a quick fix. And you'll need to meet with Yelena again and you can go from there. But right now?" Anna combed her fingers through Elsa's hair and scooched away before stretching out her legs in front of her. She placed a small pillow on her thighs. "Lap pillow time!"

Elsa hesitated, and then laughed. Anna knew how to make her feel better and her head was full. She did feel burdened and that was probably why she had felt so sad moments prior. "Alright, alright." She set her own book aside finally, her place carefully marked. She gathered the notes into neat pile and put them under the book. Then she moved down on the pillows and laid down, her legs stretched out away from Anna, her upper back and head in her lap on the pillow.

Anna began to stroke her face with one hand, the other taking Elsa's hand and laying both on her stomach. "Calm, calm, happy happyyy," she said as though trying to mesmerize Elsa, but the amusement in her face showed and Elsa loved it.

If someone asked her what her biggest reason was for trying to fix the world, she would say Anna. When she could bring all the birds back to the forest, when squirrels would hop from branch to branch in a lively fashion and flowers bloomed again, she would bring Anna to see it all.

"I'm happier already," Elsa told her, her soul humming at each gentle caress of Anna's fingers.

"Good...but we're not stopping yet. I want to keep you like this," Anna beamed down at her.

"I'm not objecting," Elsa told her, eyes falling shut in the soothing haze Anna provided.

Anna giggled lightly. "Olaf?"

"Yes?" Elsa heard Olaf answer.

"Read us a nice long story."

#Frozen 2 #fanfic #elsa #anna #olaf #nerd elsa

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cilliansaccent · 4 years

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Class of Temptation - CHAPTER SIX

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PLEASE READ:

No mention of Cillian’s true family or relatives. All names are made up.

This is a TEACHER x STUDENT fanfiction, it’s going to be kinky and very taboo!

I will write whenever the mood grabs me, so I apologise if there are long breaks between chapters :)

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Background: Tessa is a twenty-three-year-old model from a broken-up family, living in London with her best friend and starting a course on Drama and Theatre. Though, when she gets closer to the super hot Mr Murphy who is her much older teacher, there is a battle of lust and love between them. They’ll have to figure out what to do with their tight relationship as other issues begin to rise and nip at their heels…

Word Count: 2,151

!!Warnings!!: None.

Chapter Name: Let Me Help You

Brief Chapter Outline: Cillian ponders about Tessa before he takes her home after a very rainy night...

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Julian had tried to get her to talk but she wouldn't budge. All she wanted was to finish up their current work and go home and sleep. Cillian had tried to get her to talk or offer some private help but she refused. She didn't need help, she was perfectly fine on her own. She managed this far so why should she now turn to someone to aid her? So Julian backed off and they worked on their project, no use in trying to get through to someone who didn't want it.

But Cillian, on the other hand, was concerned for her well-being. She had come late on numerous occasions without any warning if it was to do with her work or not. And she came quite hard when he tried to talk to her, she always was abrupt and made up some excuse to leave the class so he wouldn't be able to talk to her. Her homework was terrible, either half-finished, half-assed or not even handed in. At first, she was doing well, now it was like a whole new person again. He needed to get through to her, to at least get her up to where everyone else was at. He wasn't the type to let a student fail, he would do anything in his power to help them. That was who he was. Sitting in his office, Cillian went through the test he had given his class to see where everyone was up to. And when he came to Tessa's, he frowned. It had been attempted but she had not done well. He took off his glasses and ran a hand over his face as he leaned back. He had done some research on her as curious spiked him. Her father was a well-known fashion designer and had a very successful company and it seemed he had been remarried some years ago. He wondered if that had to do with anything about Tessa's behaviour. He had seen it first hand with one of his best mates and his daughter, the effect it had on her when she was introduced to a new woman who would be her step-mother. It had gone bad and the poor girl became highly aggressive and hateful. He fingered the pile of sheets, lost in his thoughts. But Tessa wasn't aggressive, just very reserved and held back. She always had a look on her face as if she was not connected with this world, he caught the look whenever she was staring directly at him. Cillian would admit thought that she was very pretty indeed. Soft facial features, her eyes reminded him of the deep ocean and her hair as black as the night sky. She mostly had it out, falling to her waist. He wondered if it felt silky as it looked. He grunted and rubbed his forehead, staring at the exam paper before him. He needed to stop thinking about these weird thoughts and finish what he was doing and go home. Yeah, that's what he should do. Besides, it was time to head home anyway. It was getting dark. He packed up his stuff after his bits and pieces were done, tucking it into his shoulder bag and locked up his office and headed down. His phone began to ring and he picked up, it was his mother who was inquiring how he was going. He chatted to her for a bit as he walked, it was raining again, absolutely pouring rain. As he rounded a corner and looked down to hang up, he didn't see someone step out of a room and crashed right into them. "Oh!" Tessa gasp as strong hands suddenly gripped her arms and she was pulled close to Cillian's body. He had dropped his phone but he wasn't concerned about that, "Fuck." He cursed, then made a face, "Sorry didn't mean to swear. Are you okay?" He gazed down at the girl, her eyes wide as she looked up. Tessa had gone still, her fingers curled just below his elbows. She could feel his muscle tense, "Uh, yeah. I'm fine. You seem to be in a hurry." She gave him a small smile. "Not really. I just didn't see where I was going. I really am sorry." He let her go gently, stepping back. "All good... Is that rain?" She listened closely. "Yeah. It's raining pretty hard." Cillian nodded. She let out a groan, "Oh great. I didn't bring a damn umbrella..." She shrugged on her overcoat. "I better get going, gotta run to the station now." She smiled at him before she headed off down the hall. Cillian pressed his lips together and then caught up with her, "I could drop you off at home? Would that be better?" He boldly asked. He didn't expect her to agree. "Oh, god. No, it's fine. The station isn't too far." She shook her head. "At least in front of the station. It's at least a ten-minute walk. You'll be drenched by then." Cillian offered the second option. They came to the entranceway to the car park. It was just pelting down, she would be soaked in seconds. She inhaled, "Uh... Alright, then I guess. If you don't mind." "I don't. Let's go." He said. The pair of them rushed out and down the stairs. As they raced across the carpark, Tessa suddenly stepped in a hole and fell over. "Shit." She cursed, she was already wet when Cillian grabbed her by the arms and helped her back to her feet. "You okay?" He asked, his hair stuck to his face as water ran down his face. "Ah, I think so." She laughed softly. "Let's get you in." He helped her to his car, it was a mini cooper. He opened the door and she piled in with a groan. He got in as well and push back his hair, his smile wide, "Holy hell." He said, "You good? That was a bad tumble." She looked down, her stockings were ripped and she was bleeding, "My ankle hurts real bad. But I think I'll live." "Look, I know you want to be dropped off at the station but if you are in pain, let me just drop you off at home." He looked over at her, his brows furrowed and lifted, causing his forehead to crease. She glanced at him. Her heart made that funny squeeze when she held his blue stare, you could easily get lost in those damn eyes. She had thought but she quickly shoved it down. "Cillian... I really don't want to bother you." She said, suddenly feeling this closeness very... intimate. "You are definitely not bothering me." He said with a shake of his head, "I'd feel better knowing I left you right at your doorstep instead of wondering if you'd make it home. Besides, it's dark already." She sat back and looked ahead, closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh, "Fine. But as long as I get to control the radio." She huffed. He held up his hands, "Okay, okay. I'll let you do that." He laughed as he started up his car. He pulled out of the car park once he set up the GPS and she was fiddling with the radio before she came to one she liked. The music was good, chilled out and a good tune. He didn't mind it one bit. "Can I ask what you were doing so late on campus?" He asked as they came into traffic. "I have music club I signed up for. I was in the orchestra but I left it as it got too much. So now I meet with a bunch of people once a week and we play to each other or just like, listen to music and eat." She explained. She liked the club a lot, it was only eight of them and was comfortable with them all. Especially with a guy called Elijah. He was tall and very muscular, green eyes and curly thick brown hair. He wore thick black glasses that made him nerdy but super hot. He was also a part-time model, just starting out. They already followed each other on Instagram. "Oh? That sounds nice. Do you play an instrument?" He asked, they still hadn't moved from where they were. "Um... Yeah. The cello." She nodded, "It's more just for fun nowadays. Nothing serious." "That's nice. Would you ever consider playing it in front of an audience?" He asked, glancing over at her. "Never. Just for myself or my best friend. Would be too scary." She shakes her head quickly. Cillian inched a bit forward in the line of cars, "Can I ask you something, Tessa?" "Go ahead." She kept her eyes ahead, she felt the question she knew was coming. "Is there something you don't like about performing in front of people? I don't want to sound rude but isn't modelling kind of the same thing?" He faced her, hoping she would meet his gaze. "It's the focus on me as a person and what I am doing. Modelling is kind of different, you are being watched but you are being told what to do by someone behind the camera. And usually, there are multiple people who are also the focus. Not just me. Also, I'm surrounded by people I work closely with. I know who they are." She explained, quite shocked to find herself talking so much in one time with someone she wasn't all too familiar with. She only knew he was her teacher and that he liked music. Not much else. "I see. So you'd be more comfortable with others whom you know on a personal level?" Cillian said. "Basically, yeah. Its a small niche for the current company I work with, maybe the odd new person here and there but it's just a small group of us here in London." She replied gripping the end of her black and white checkered dress. "Tessa." Cillian sounded genuinely concerned and it made her feel weird, "I really would love to help you get out of that idea. I honestly believe you can achieve much greater things. We can do the private sessions at least twice a week, just you and me in a room. I can aid you in the homework to." He wanted her to look at him, he wanted to see what emotion laid behind those vast eyes she had. "But it would be seen as favouring someone else." Tessa countered, "I don't want to bring that kind of attention on myself." She had enough attention from those stupid girls that constantly annoyed her. "No, it's not. I'm only helping you get out of your comfort zone. We don't have to tell anyone. Let me help you." He said softly once she finally stared at him. That line he said made her suddenly grow warm all over. It felt like they were doing something naughty. The shadows were cast across his face, the light focused on his eyes. It made him eerily gorgeous. She bit her bottom lip. "Please, Tessa. You have potential. Don't let this go to waste." He reached out and took her hand. He was warm and strong. She couldn't look away and she slowly nodded, "Okay... I guess I can try." She muttered and he gave her a heart-wrenching smile. "Thank you. I promise you will be a much better person." He nodded as he let her hand go as traffic began to lighten up as they sort of got out of the main city centre. Once they arrived into the suburb she lived in Cillian let out a soft whistle, "What a nice place. So expensive though." He said as he pulled up in front of her apartment. "It is but I manage. My bestie helps out as well." She laughed softly as she grabbed her bag. "Hey, thanks." She said, grabbing the door handle. "For what?" He asked. He was glad the rain had eased up a bit now. "For dropping me off. Next time I'll make sure to bring an umbrella." She giggled as she got out. He rolled down the window, "No worries. I'll send you an email when the lessons start." He said. "Okay. Goodnight, Cillian." She gave him a shy smile and turned, limping up the stairs to unlock her door. Only when she was inside and the door shut he drove off. He kept the radio she picked on and looked at the seat she had just occupied in. At least he got her to finally agree on these lessons, he wondered how she would be when it came to actually do the lessons in class. He hoped she would take it on board. He would not give up on her. He never gave up on someone who struggled. "Goodnight, Tessa." He whispered to himself.

#cillian murphy #teacher x student #fanfiction #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #tommy shelby

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Communication of Silence - Chapter 10

Sorry for the late update. The next chap is safe but the one after might have a delay. I will update you. The current situation is causing me a lot of work and issues, so it is struggle time.

Everyone be safe and treat yourself and others with kindness♥

ao3 link! story under the cut.

The door leaned into its frame and lazily stuck around.

Dee leaned down to give Virgil’s forehead one last kiss.

“Be safe. Drive, like, slow or whatever... d-don’t get hurt, okay?”

She laughed.

She was even more beautiful whenever she laughed.

“I will be safe and sound. And you will be too. You will go to therapy tomorrow or on Tuesday - otherwise I will cancel.”

Virgil commented with a scoff and significant eyeroll.

“Who are you? My sibling?”

Dee’s deer brown eyes gained another layer of depth and the emo could not help but sigh in defeat. He could feel her

“Good night, my love. Take care of Patton.”

Virgil stepped back to support the door in being so close to home and so far from the beauty leaving their proximity.

“Good night, Dee. Love you. I know.. I will.”

She smiled at him and disappeared down the staircase, hat covering her head and coat making sure that not too much of her handsome self would be unleashed onto this world all at once.

He went back inside and told Patton goodnight.

Just thinking about the ginger made Virgil hurt inside.

This while weekend had been a whole mess of ups and downs.

Not eating again, passing out on physical exercise and seeing his precious rat and older sibling again.

And having Dee meet the others just felt like the weirdest blur ever.

All in all, it felt.. not that bad.

Well, that was for hid diary to decide.

He just had to sit down and list all the happy things he had done today and how much he liked. His pages would soak it up and he could make a recap of the week.

In a few days, he would be old enough to drink alcohol, legally.

It was wild.

Just last year, his life was in shatters and he had tried putting it back together and now he was in a rather stable home and he had a person who respected him and family and friends and even a place where he could study.

Life really did get better.. somehow..

That was nice to know.

He smiled when he got back into his and Logan’s shared room.

“That was certainly something, today”

Logan greeted him with a voice, more neutral than Switzerland. Even his face looked absolutely untouched, for a sculptor to be sculpted.

The emo cleared his throat and trotted over to his mattress, losing more and more clothing as he progressed.

He was comfortable with taking his jacket off around Logan - or his hoodie in that case.

The hoodie landed on the mattress first and Virgil groaned as he simply threw himself onto the mattress, shirt coming off and pants half-way following as he lazily wiggled around.

His legs’ movement slowly died down and he commented on it with yet another groan.

“If you mean something, as in a fuckton of bullshit and feelings, then yeah - you are right.”

His words came out like spit. It was sudden, forceful and in front of a certain amount of emotions.

A sigh escaped his lips and Logan turned to him, glancing over his roommate’s laying form.

There was something about Virgil in only shorts.

Logan could see colourful as much as black ink .

When Virgil drew his hand through his hair, he blinked.

“Another tattoo? I did not see this one before.”

The emo curled up and pulled at the clothed he had just shed, forming a little pile of them.

“Yeah, uh... I ..um”, he started but broke off.

The words were too stubborn to work for him so he simply swung his body back into a sitting position and let his right arm stretch over the edge of Logan’s bed.

“There you go. If you wanted to see it. I got it this weekend so you could not have seen it before..”, he trailed off and looked at Logan who was adjusting his chair to face Virgil’s body.

He could look at the other without twisting his back in any awkward way, now.

He could see an arrow, several symbols and words connected by strings and colours.

It mostly looked monochromatic but the emphasis was made with certain accents of different shades of colour from the rainbow.

Enticing.

Logan did enjoy examining tattoos. He found the patterns to be calming and it was fascinating to see what kind of decoration people paid to embed in their skin.

The meanings.. oh, they were also a good point - considering someone had a deeper motivation behind getting certain motifs.

“May I ask what this.. foil is?”

Indeed, as Logan pointed it out, there was some sort of invisible foil strapped over the new design.

“Ah, yeah. They give you that as protection for the tattoo. It is so the open wound created can, like, heal up without anything getting into it. Others might just instruct you to put some stuff onto it every time the skin is dry. Like, they give you special tattoo lotion that is sort of anti-bacterial or whatever. But with this weird foil uh.. or whatever you wanna call it, you just leave it on and then moisturise three times a day. You keep it on for.. two weeks, I think. Yeah, I think it was one or two. “

Virgil blinked.

“I forgot but I put a reminder in my phone so I will not miss it. I just keep forgetting these kidna things, every now and then.”

He shrugged.

Logan nodded.

The invisible patch reminded him of water-proof band-aids. Considering the looks of it, they probably served as something like this.

He had never known about any of these techniques.

Virgil smiled at the nerd.

His lips hung a bit low despite being curled like a melon slice.

“Why did you .. I mean, why do you get all these tattoos? Do they mean anything to you or is it just for the aesthetics?”

The other snorted and leaned back onto his bed.

“You are funny Logan. You really are.”

His voice seemed to purr and his words were dancing into Logan’s ears. Sounds were swinging and the fierce smile of his friend was sensually sprawling over the elder student’s vision.

He cleared his throat.

“Anyway, this is some kinda sibling bullshit thing. I have been meaning to do that for a while already and finally got to it.”

Virgil looked down at his arm and played with his dirty laundry.

Just... pushing at his hoodie.

Hey, that one was actually good to wear again at least one or two more times. Hoodies were so hard on catching smells that he loved them even more.

They were the kind of low maintenance clothing he needed in his life.

“I only recently finished the sketch for it so my sibling went ahead and got it this weekend. I got it the day after so we could go and be there for one another..”, he licked his lips, “you know, sibling shit and all. I kinda fell asleep when I got mine. The vibrations are sort of relaxing and the sound is soothing.”

Logan chuckled.

“I never heard of that.”

The other got up and put on his hoodie again, no shirt for underneath. His boxers got changed and he put his dirty laundry into the nearby basket.

“Hey Virgil?”

A hum could be heard.

The man was fishing inside of his sleepover bag and eventually got out a book.

“Do you sleep enough?”

The words fell onto the ground like a judge’s gavel hitting the desk.

“uh... where did that come from?”

He laid down but made sure to glance over at Logan.

All he could see was his back since the other was sitting at his desk, writing away as if he was not just starting up some conversation between them with this particularly hot topic.

“Where did that evasion come from?”

Oof.

Gotcha.

“I swear to the stars, Logan, you are a treat.”

Virgil chuckled and the IT student put his pen aside.

“You are awake, no matter when I wake up. You fall asleep in weird places, at odd times. I saw you doze off at work - now even at a tattoo parlor when enduring pain? You stated looking paler and more stressed these days and even your eye rings appear to be much darker than I observed before. Therefore, I concluded you might lack sleep.”

Virgil scoffed at him but did not dare deny his words.

It was true.. not that it was that hard to make out just how sleep-deprived he was but Logan really hit the nail.

“However, you seem more refreshed when you visited your friends or your sibling. I assume you sleep together?”

Virgil started scribbling into his stupid diary update therapy shit book thing.

Nerdy, yeah..

Still, it kinda helped him so he did not complain. He actually kinda dug the book and enjoyed writing into it.

It was empowering to see the good happening in his life or just writing down some shit he felt bad about so he could find out how and why he was more anxious in certain times.

He hummed.

“I uh.. don’t take it personal but.. I just can’t relax here. I .. I am.. It is not because of you.”

Fuck, he sounded like some cliche guy breaking up with someone.

“Uh, I mean.. This is my problem. I am just stupidly anxio- I mean.. I am anxious a lot and it is hard to sleep and shit but it is okay.”

He bit his lips.

...self-deprecation was high again.. He put a 6 on his one to ten scale.

“It happens or whatever. It is not like I am the only person to ever have sleeping problems or whatever.”

His shoulders shrugged.

Meanwhile, Logan noted down Virgil’s response.

“Fellow lover of Bunny Smashskull, would you fancy sleeping in the bed with me?”

Virgil’s mind stopped for a moment.

Tha..there was more than a bit of information packed into this short sentence.

He.. uh..

“I- what?”

He blinked and Logan opened his mouth again to start speaking but Virgil rose his hand, eyes hardening.

“What do you mean with that sleep thing?”

His whole body seemed to resemble a cat arching its back. If he had a tail, it would be all fluffy and big, every hair on his body would probably stand up like crazy.

Logan’s brows furrowed together.

He had expected his friend to reacted with a bit more confusion and less... whatever this was. But his words suggested that if Logan did not take careful steps, he would make his friend leave.

He already sounded as if he was halfway out of the door.

Virgil had a place he had never mentioned before... now that he thought about it, it felt as if he had stopped talking about himself at all ever since he had moved in. Safe for some moments, they had barely talked at all because he was just staying away a lot.

Was Virgil avoiding him?

“Virgil, not sleeping is very unhealthy and while I am not your caretaker, I am your friend. As a friend I am expressing my concern for your health as a lack of can increase the risk of many diseases and illnesses to break out - mental and physical ones alike. I noticed you falling asleep with me on the couch despite the amount of people around us, so I suspected that bodily warmth next to you might be beneficial for your sleeping cycle.”

The emo looked at the nerd, his shoulders immediately dropping to a regular position. The cat fur was smooth and nice again.

He looked so small and tired.

Not once have the dark circles looked as miserable as during this moment.

“You are.. worried?”

The words came out in a rather silent whisper. The short sentence was once step before the other in a house with loud and squeaky wood planks when you were awake at night and needed a snack but did not want to wake up your relatives.

The emphasis on the last word made Logan question whether Virgil doubted him that much or rather his own worth.

Both sounded bad.

“Of course I am worried. Again, I am your friend and I want you to be well - as much as you can be. If sleeping together in a bed is out of your comfort zone, I would agree to you letting your friends sleep over if you keep it to a reasonable volume.”

Virgil’s eyes blinked rapidly.

Logan fucking hated people in his space. When Patton as much as nudged the open door further open, the student of computer sciences would get all cranky.

Well, okay maybe he did not hate people but he did value his personal space and he took it very serious.

Once Roman wanted to put his part of the laundry into Logan’s room and loudly announced at as he did so and Logan immediately rushed over and gave the other a more than hefty talk on respecting his boundaries, commenting on how he could have just dropped it in front of his room’s door.

He had said much more than that and Roman had eventually backed away and muttered something under his breath.

Those things made Virgil wonder how and why Logan of all people lived with a person such as Roman but...

His face turned sour again and his chest hurt.

He let out a whine but quickly formed it into a groan.

“Ugh, whatever. We can sleep together and test your hypotheses or whatever, nerd. If that lets you leave me alone”

His lips pulled into the top corner of one side.

Logan knew he did that in instances when Virgil did not feel upset at all. It was more an action of deliberation or rather uplifting feelings.

He needed to observe it further but he had found a connection between Virgil’s feelings and his lips pulling into a downward curve.

“You would help me with my science project?”

The words tickled Virgil’s nose and he had to smile away the weird feeling in his stomach.

“Yeah, because we are friends and shit. Like, I care about you and stuff. But just because I had fucking biscuits and they gave me a really good mood.”

Logan snickered and turned his attention back to his writing for a bit. It did not last for too long despite Virgil continuing his scribbles and whatnot himself. Eventually, the smaller student put his pen aside and closed his notebook.

“Wait a moment. You fucking know Bunny Smashskull? I am awake, this is not a dream and you asked me about the band, right?”

He sat up properly and put his notebook aside.

For now, his thoughts were too wild to focus again. His fight or flight reflexes had taken over too much of his logical reasoning once more.

Logan was still writing, from as much as Virgil could judge.

Really, he could just see his back so there was not too much telling but his arm seemed to flinch a bit every now and then.

“Log you fucking nerd, answer the question -”

A smug smile stole itself onto his lips and he got up from his mattress to sit on the one-time-their bed. His notebook was cradled in his lap, just in case.

The roommate shrugged.

“So what if I did?”

Virgil inhaled audibly.

“Shut up, you do not - “, he started but paused mid-sentence, words stuck in his mind as he realised what he had said and heard so far. His voice dropped from a grand revelation in announcement volume to a low one in the regular fashion of discussing a secret between thieves.

“Holy shit, you do!”

Logan back flexed but he did not speak.

Instead, he kept writing slowly, neatly for a bit longer.

Virgil was tempted to walk over and look at his notes.. or to just put his hands on his shoulders and annoy him a bit but he did not know what Logan was writing.

He did not really want to know, really. Curiosity wanted to know for the sake of finding out whatever he did not know.

“Log, fucking talk to me and talk to my face, you hear me? This is wild! I never took you for the type to rock it.”

The nerd slowly turned around.

“You never took me for the type? Very well, I was aware of my ability to hide away my interests but I did not expect myself to be that good.”

He was tugging at his shirt as if to adjust a bowtie or a necktie. Something fancy and serious like the stuff people in suit would wear.

Come to think of it, Dee did this every now and then.

Virgil leaned in.

It was time to bond and shit.

“Your secret is safe with me, log. I promise.”

Virgil shifted on the bed and patted a spot next to him.

His friend took the hint and put his notebooks (multiple notebooks, alright, nerdy nerd) to their respective places.

And Logan damn made sure to took his sweet sweet time with it.

“What’s your favourite song?”, he whisper-screamed to his friend.

Their shoulders were touching and Virgil felt fuzzy in his mind.

He giggled.

This felt like a silly sleepover already and it seemed funny to him.

Logan smiled and pulled his phone out.

“My favourite songs is “Laws and bones break better than hearts” but I am biased”, he tapped a few icons on his phone and handed it over to Virgil for him to see a younger version of Logan.

The younger one was still absurdly tall, still smaller than Patton - younger Patton - who was next to him. They were wearing black shirts with the band logo in front of it.

A crowd of people was behind them and Logan’s cheeks were red from heat and sweat but he was smiling and he looked breathless.

Breathtaking, even.

“You are biased because you went to a concert, you fucking traitor!”, Virgil exclaimed and nudged Logan’s side, “Can I swipe?”

Logan agreed and he continued to go through the collection of pictures.

Hair disheveled and shirt too big, he was pressed against Patton and smiling into the camera.

He barely got to see Logan so off-guard but it was.. refreshing.

It was much nicer than seeing him wear ties at work and keep going through flashcards before lessons so he could make a better impression or whatever.

He barely knew Logan’s lips could do something as ambitious as smile so brightly.

“You look really happy, Log..”

He had reached the end of pictures.

It was Logan just hugging Patton close.

“I got the tickets back there”, he explained as he took his phone back, “Patton knows nothing about any bands I like nor does he understand how I enjoy this sort of music. He just went ahead and asked random online strangers about which bands to recommend because he wanted to make my 18th birthday really special.”

Logan’s lips formed the same alluring smile.

It was softer than feathers and lighter than wings.

He really seemed like a divine creature with his face smiling like that.

“Looks like he got that right. I am in groups a lot and it is not that uncommon for people to ask for advice on new songs and artists but seeing a completely clueless person just join for a friend? That is wild. But it does sound like a thing Patton would do.”

Virgil leaned back, his arms crossing behind the back of his head. He folded his hands over one another in his neck.

“You giants are too friendly. Can’t relate.”

His smirk was teasing.

Logan got up and got the shirt.

“I will sleep in this. I want to sleep in it.”

Virgil chuckled.

“You’re the boss, Log. I am not gonna fight you over a night shirt.”

The nerd changed into his band merchandise and Virgil moved over to lay on his side and finish his journaling thing.

“Diary?”

He shook his head.

The bed dipped next to him and the blanket started moving.

Virgil grunted back at the movement but a few more tugs had him move over so the blanket could be on top of them rather than on the bed only.

“Journal thing for therapy. Sucks but it is also kinda helpful so I am trying to stick to it ‘n all.”

He shrugged.

“My favourite song is “poison”, by the way. Fucking underrated.”

Logan laid down next to him and put his glasses aside.

“It is a good song indeed”

Virgil hummed.

“ m done”

He dropped pen and book onto his mattress.

“uh.. let us try this.. this sleep thingy and all. Can’t go wrong, right?”

His shoulders shrugged and he slid under the blanket with his friend. The smaller figure felt like a plank himself.

Virgil flinched and got up as soon as his whole body was in a sleeping position.

“Fuck!”, he hissed and toppled after his notebook, “the light. Log, we are fucking stupid in the chilis tonight.”

Logan huffed.

“It is too late for memes, Virgil.”

Virgil walked around to shut the light and slowly stumbled back to bed.

“You can pull memes from my cold, dead hands, pocket protector. It is always meme time but night time is even more intense meme time.”

“But to be fair, at least because of me you know that this is a meme”

The blanket rustled from Logan’s body vibrating in his quiet chuckles.

“You sending me confusing pictures and sentences during working hours is not educational.”

Virgil settled in bed and curled up.

“But I might have learned from it anyway, Virg.”

It was his turn to chuckle and the emo made sure to get comfortable with his pillow from the mattress quickly being moved up to assist him.

And his blanket.

He still shared the blanket Logan was using but the more blanket, the better. Sleepy time was the perfect time to be warm and comfortable after all.

They laid still for a bit. It was quiet and sleepy.

Outside, Roman could be heard. He was talking, probably to Patton but it was too far away to make out any words at all.

It was just Roman-ish noises.

Roman was probably offended about something at work and needed to harass Patton about it even though that man was busy too and had worries too. Oh dear fuck, he really did.

Virgil wanted to just walk out and pull Patton into the happy slumber bed with him and Logan instead of letting him subject himself to Roman’s offended princey noises.

Ugh...

But it was like nine in the evening and Patton would work on his study stuff before actually going to sleep. And Roman would just fuss around.

...It was already special enough Logan allowed Virgil to sleep in his bed after all they had talked about, after all he had been through.

For some reason, he felt a bit ashamed to be in the same bed with him, to intrude so much but he quickly banished the thought.

Logan did not force himself to let Virgil into his bed. He had asked him and he was being upright about it and had napped with him before, on the same day even so.

“Virgil?”

The emo shifted a bit, his movements intentionally slow and uncoordinated.

He might not have been the best actor in the world but he knew how to pretend being asleep or waking up jut then and there. Years of training had taught him well.

Sometimes, experience was a much better teacher than getting a license and some degree.

“mhm..?”

His sounds were haphazard and sounded just silent, muffled and hidden enough to mimic the innocence of a person who was slowly detaching from the promising and sweet dreams of their mighty sleep.

“Do you hate it here?”

Virgil shifted more to the edge.

If he had to leap, he would.

“What do you mean? I thought you wanted to sleep, not start a conversation.”

He heard someone clear his throat.

Outside of their room, Roman was laughing and Virgil flinched.

A shiver ran down his spine. He pressed his eyes closed and held onto his sleeves.

“You are not sleeping, let me talk to you.”

He sat up and put on the lamp on the nearby nightstand.

Only Logan was enough of a person to have a night light with fancy nice light that did not hurt the tired eyes too much.

Coloured light was the only valid thing to ever exist for waking one up in the middle of the night.

Virgil scoffed but followed his friend’s lead to sit up and whatnot.

Leaning against the wall behind him, he rubbed his eyes.

“ugh, whatever”, he mumbled and tugged the blanket closer around him. Even then, he did not stop tugging and nudging the ends of it with his fidgety fingers, “what do you want, Log?”

He sounded as if on trial for murdering a man and his hands were still pushing the murder weapon from one bloodied hand to the other.

Logan meekly watched him, without glasses and only a bare minimum of light, it was difficult to make out what Virgil was doing or what he looked like.

“Okay, okay. You go give me the talk, teach. What did I do?”

The smaller student’s hand was hanging low and his fingers were fidgeting still as they resided in his lap.

Logan swallowed dry before he decided to answer.

“You did not do anything, Virgil, please do not take my worries or my curiosity as offence. I was just wondering why you were so uncomfortable here.”

The words easily made their way out of Logan’s mouth but for Virgil, they were less like releasing feathers to the wind and just watching them flow. It was pushing the big and heavy rock up the hill instead of Sisyphus and the chore was bound to never stop.

The shivers gave him goosebumps so bad he pulled his knees to his chest to preserve body warmth.

“Who said I am?”

Virgil was the still holding onto the metaphorical knife but it was so much easier to keep telling himself it was not him as he nodded his head as if to shake off the truth.

If he just denied the reality hard enough, maybe he could do it.

“Virgil, please. It is obvious. Do you want me to point out every moment you made it clear you dislike being here? Only today you gave me so many pieces of evidence.”

The friend exhaled.

His breath was a bit rocky.

Logan’s words truly had a punching effect on him.

“If I say it, will you let me promise me to let it go and just move on already?”

Virgil glared at him, eyes barely focusing on the man before him.

Even with the near-complete darkness they were in, Virgil could see Logan through his heavy bangs shielding his vulnerable face from the knowledgeable judge that was his nerdy friend.

“If you are saying the truth, I might.”

He scoffed.

“I fucking hate you.”

His words sounded less bitter, more desperate and weak. Almost like a plead.

They were asking him not to press further on it.

“It is him. Now good-fucking-night, Logan.”

With that, Virgil turned around and plugged in earbuds so he could listen to something that was not Logan.

The nerd gave up and fulfilled his side of the promise.

It was not as if he had not expected that answer.

...He just had not expected Virgil to get so upset over it..

The IT student called it and shut the lamp.

Despite the warmth in the bed and another person in it, he felt horribly lonely.

It took him ages to fall asleep.

Figuratively.

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Virgil the Wee Vampire Part 4

Logan and his Many Questions

Summary: Many questions are asked.

Content/Trigger Warnings: fear, intimidation, being trapped, non-graphic description of an injury, self-injury, blood, alcohol mention

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Chapter 1: The Hungry Little Vampire

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