#now at almost 50k yo
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Chemistry with him (Ninovember 2023)
It’s finally time!! I'm so excited to share this fic!! Read it on ao3. Written for @ninovember, these prompts were such a blast! Thanks so much!
Daily updates on ao3 with one chapter per prompt! Adrino meet cute in chemistry class with lots of fluff, some identity shenanigans, and eventual reveal. All my usual vices haha but it's super fun and cute! I’m expecting it to be around 45-50k in the end.
First chapter below the cut (Solo song) 💕
Nino was feeling really, really alone as he walked into his chemistry lecture. The room was massive, easily set up to fit a few hundred students and already half-full. He was immediately overwhelmed by it all.
(He wished he knew why he had to take this class, for starters, because he wasn’t looking forward to it.)
He’d imagined his first day at uni plenty of times, and it never panned out like this. This… kinda sucked. He was all alone, all of his friends at other schools. He picked out a seat in the middle of the lecture hall at random, because it’s not like he’d know anybody in this class. He didn’t know anyone who was already here. He wouldn’t know anyone who came in later.
It wasn’t all that bad. Nino was, unfortunately, kind of used to being alone.
He hadn’t planned for this. He hadn’t planned to come to this uni, knowing no one, having no friends here at all. When he’d committed, so had his (at the time) boyfriend. But his now-ex was someone he definitely didn’t want to see. And, well, since they’d planned to move in together, Nino was now stuck still living at home.
Which kinda sucked, when all his friends got to move out and into their own places, but at least Nino got to still enjoy his mom’s cooking and he was walking distance from his classes.
And he was used to being alone, so he could totally do this. He’d done it before. He could make it through the semester, and maybe even find some new friends, and it’s not like he wouldn’t see all his old friends from lycèe. He could hang out with them. He was still Carapace, so he’d see Marinette and Alya (and Chat Noir, whoever he was) on patrols and during akumas. He’d just be alone in all of his classes. But it would be fine, as long as he kept his head on straight.
It kind of sucked he was taking chemistry, but classes had filled up fast and he needed to take something and his advisor had said the credits would, somehow, count towards his major. It really sucked he was taking it first thing on a Monday morning (and Wednesdays, and Fridays, unfortunately). But he could get through it. He knew he could.
So no more boys. No distractions. He could do this all on his own.
“Is anyone sitting here?”
Nino looked up to find the source of the voice. A blond, green-eyed, absolutely beautiful someone.
Okay. Maybe one distraction.
“It’s all yours,” Nino said.
The man smiled as he sat down next to Nino. “Thanks.” He was almost impossibly handsome, far too put together for a Monday morning lecture, and Nino knew instantly he was in trouble.
(He wasn’t in love with this guy. He’d said all of three words to him.
Except, well, he was maybe a little in love with him and his perfect smile.)
He was kind of familiar, actually, now that Nino thought about it. Like, really familiar. “Do I know you from somewhere?”
“You might’ve seen me on a billboard on your way in. Or maybe in an ad,” the man said with a shrug.
A model? That would explain how Nino knew his face (and how attractive he was), but he couldn’t quite place him still. “Yeah, I’ve definitely seen you before. I can’t remember your name.”
“You’ll get it,” the man said, and then he winked.
Nino was a little speechless, his heart in his throat, but he missed his chance to really say anything else. The man was digging out a notebook and getting ready for class, and Nino didn’t want to interrupt.
“Hey, are you taking the lab for this class?” the man asked.
“Oh, no,” Nino said. “That seemed terrible.”
He laughed a little. “I was gonna ask you where it was, but I guess you’re not the person to ask, huh?”
“Definitely not. Sorry.”
“No worries.” The man offered him a warm smile before turning his attention back to his notebook.
God, what was his name? It was right on the tip of Nino’s tongue. Something with an ‘A’, he was pretty sure. Nino really wanted to keep talking to him, and remembering his name would be a really good excuse to talk.
It didn’t come to him before the professor started talking, though, and then it was definitely too late.
The lecture, thankfully, wasn’t really much of a lecture. It was the first day so there wasn’t much content to be learned, and it meant Nino could think about the person sitting next to him. He’d much rather think about that than listen to the professor read over the syllabus.
He’d definitely seen this guy before. And if he was a model, Marinette had maybe talked about him before. No, Marinette had definitely shown Nino pictures of him before.
He finally remembered after class, when the man had already packed up his things and had started walking away.
“Adrien!” Nino shouted, and he definitely hadn’t meant to say that so loud.
Adrien turned back around, clearly startled.
“Sorry!” Nino said quickly. “I, uh, I just remembered your name.”
Adrien smiled and even laughed a little. “Yeah. That’s me. Do I get to know your name?”
“I’m Nino.”
“Well, Nino,” Adrien said, shifting his bag on his shoulder, “I’ll see you next class?”
“Yeah,” Nino said, suddenly excited to come to his chemistry lecture. “I’ll save you a seat.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” Adrien waved, and Nino was frozen in place watching him go.
Adrien Agreste. That was his name. Nino couldn’t believe the chances of Adrien Agreste being in his lecture, let alone sitting next to him. Maybe chemistry wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Nino almost couldn’t believe it when he found himself looking forward to his next chemistry lecture. It was stupid to be excited about seeing Adrien, but he was. And, hey, he’d take just about anything to make the class more bearable.
He sat in the same seat as last time, and he waited. He wasn’t surprised when he heard his name.
“Nino!” Adrien said excitedly as he walked over, smiling bright.
“Hey, Adrien,” Nino said, smiling right back.
“Thanks for keeping me a seat,” Adrien said. “I can’t believe how many people are in this lecture.”
Most of the seats around them were already taken. Nino would be more than happy to save one next to him for Adrien every day. “I think it’s, like, 300 people.”
“I’d believe it,” Adrien said.
The professor started talking, quieting down the room, and it meant Nino couldn’t talk to Adrien anymore.
He was, obviously, upset about that. He only came to this class to see Adrien. Any learning he might do was not his top priority.
He ended up not learning all that much even without talking. Adrien took diligent notes next to him, and Nino tried. He did okay for the most part, even, and kind of understood what was going on, but got lost during the last few minutes and couldn’t get himself back on track.
His notes were definitely not going to help him figure this out. But Adrien…
Nino turned to him. “Hey, did you get notes on the last couple slides?” he asked. “I got kinda lost.”
“Oh, yeah,” Adrien said, pushing his notes towards Nino. “You can take a picture if you want. I think I got it all.”
Adrien’s notes were meticulous. Well-organized and in neat handwriting, a thousand times nicer than Nino’s ever were. Nino pulled out his phone to take the picture. “Thanks.”
“Where’s your next class?” Adrien asked as he packed up his things.
“Across campus,” Nino said with a sigh. “In the music building.”
“Music?” Adrien said, clearly surprised.
“My major,” Nino explained.
Adrien just looked more confused. “What are you doing in a chemistry course?”
“I wish I knew,” Nino said with a laugh.
“Fair enough,” Adrien said, laughing with him. “Well, I have a class that way, so I can walk with you.”
“Sure. Thanks.” Nino wasn’t going to question why Adrien wanted to walk with him. He was plenty happy about it. “What’s your major?” he asked as they left the lecture hall.
“I’m not sure yet,” Adrien said. “Physics, maybe? Or I was thinking biochem. I’m just taking a bunch of random classes right now.”
“Well, at least you have a good reason to be in the chem lecture.”
“Yeah. It’s kinda fun.”
“What?” Nino was almost disgusted. “You did not just call chemistry fun.”
“Sure,” Adrien said casually. “I like it.”
“Okay, I’m definitely glad you chose to sit next to me. I’m getting all your notes.”
“I’m happy to share.”
How was Adrien so nice? It was almost unfair. Cute, smart, and unbelievably normal and kind?
Nino knew he was in trouble, and he wasn’t even upset about it.
“Thanks,” he said. “You know, I was really dreading this class before. But maybe I’ll actually pass.”
“I’m sure you will.” Adrien smiled, warm and genuine, and it was clear he meant every word he said. “I have to go that way,” he said, pointing, “but I’ll see you next class.”
“Yeah. See you then.” Nino waved, and he forced himself to keep walking towards his own class, but his mind was not remotely thinking about it.
He was thinking about Adrien.
Adrien, who clearly wanted to talk to him. Adrien the supermodel who Nino was definitely super into. He couldn’t wait to tell his friends about this. He could already hear Alya telling him to slow down, and Marinette encouraging him on.
They had a patrol scheduled for tonight. Nino was looking forward to it.
#ninovember#miraculous ladybug#adrino#ml fanfic#ml fic#nino lahiffe#adrien agreste#chemistry with him#my writing
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y'all i just have to rant under the cut for a moment bc i have no real life friends and my mom is busy lmfao
i moved back to the states for school just to find out my uni wants over 50k for an associates degree (whole other story) SO ive been looking at other nearby schools
i found one bc im a great detective
however yesterday i was in a call back line foR FOUR HOURS !! and then the line closed before someone called me so i had to wait until today to join the line again.
two hours. haha. wasting my gd time i swear.
anyway finally someone calls me and im like yo wassup i have some questions about the in state tuition. and they're like did you fill out the form and im like not yet maam i am trying to figure out what i need for the exception policy.
and shes like well you're 24 so you're an independent student and im like ya no i get that but there are three options. .. dependent, independent and the third option is an exception waiver with options . and shes like well it sounds like you didnt fill out the form, you need to pick independent.
AND I WAS LIKE MAAM... i have not been here for 12 months i don't qualify as an independent student. .. im calling to see what i need for the exception policy bc i apply to two of them. and shes like yeah pick independent. AND IM FRUSTRATED NOW. so i say there is a third option ... the exception policy ... what do i need for it.
and she got all pissy like genuinely rude i wanted to cry and was like pick independent, you're gonna get denied if you put those. so i was like ok... (whatever next question in my head) AND ... HUNG UP !!! ON ME !!! AFTER I SAID I HAVE MORE QUESTIONS.
trust me when i say we definitely went back and forth more than that but it would be redundant for me to write down how many fucking times she said that to me.
anyway i ended up getting ahold of a lovely lady afterwards who felt bad but mAAM ... thats how u gonna act in admissions ... absolutely not i almost drove down there to fight her
#* ooc.#this is so long im screaming#BUT I WAS SO MAD#god#anyway now i have to go find 12 months worth of bank statements#so#thats fun#ive got a few things finished in my drafts but idk if ill queue them until i get this figured out lfkghj
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(its me, thr little bitch who has takenover your inbox lately in retaliation for your stranger things fuckery taking over my brain)
I eant you yo knoe that i fid Not in fact watch ep3 but neither did i go to sleeo amd kts almost 6am amd the reason why? Cause i really wanted to know what fucking happens in this ine new fuckinv st fic i stumbled upon that was like 50k long goddamn it
I attempted reading your reply to my previous asl in order to reply to that now but i am currently so tired that i have forgit everything i read si yeah that gonna have to eait until the sun comes up
I would love to reply to the *checks* 28 other asks you've sent today (I have read all of them in my spare minutes, you made today survivable) but I have been awake since 5:30am and either driving or drawing blood from birds for the last 15 hours straight so I'm afraid it's bedtime first.
But please know I'm so stoked for you to have finished season 1!! AND I TOLD YOU IT WAS GOOD.
#anon asks#asks#anon (delightful)#stranger things#I'm going to sleep like the dead while this fucking tornado#or whatever the fuck is going on outside#passes and then I'm gonna get up#and kill myself digging trenches and applying fencing#so I can have a last goddamn bird pen before Poppa P arrives#uguhhhh#i'm so fucking tired rn and everything hurts except my heart
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mis neuronas de viaje de estudios
De algo me tenía que servir haber trasnochado el viernes, o el sábado. Están en Houston Party, tienen el nombre de una canción de NOFX que habla de una porn star, y esta canción recoge la energía de Los Planetas de hace hace diez años. Por algo les han apadrinado su primer álbum, digo yo.
si has mentido alguna vez, yo te partiré la cara
si nos volvemos a ver en un cruce de miradas
(publicado el 2 de noviembre de 2004)
4 COMENTARIOS
Biafra - 03 de noviembre de 2004 - 22:31
Joder, la letra de Lori Meyers me retrotrae aaaa 1994! El inti!
Entrañables los NO Fuckin' X's (dicen la leyenda que eso significa las siglas... nunca tuvieron simpatías por los Straigth Edge...
Juan - 03 de noviembre de 2004 - 19:50
Muy chulos, aunque no sé, no los asocio a Los Planetas. Más La habitación roja o por ahí,no?
carlos g cano - 02 de noviembre de 2004 - 17:55
pues pídele a cavaller que te pase el single de amarillo (o a mí mismo si lo prefieres). y es que los planetas resucitan sin haber muerto. ¡eso no lo hace cualquiera!
Ramon - 02 de noviembre de 2004 - 14:51
Lori Meyers used to live upstairs
our parents had been friends for years
almost every afternoon we'd play forbidden games
at nine years old there's no such thing as shame
it wasn't recognition of her face, what
brought me back was a familiar mark
as it flashed across the screen.
I bought some magazines, some video taped scenes
incriminating acts, I felt that I could save her
Lori: "Who are you to tell me how to live my life?
You think I sell my body; I merely sell my time.
I aint no cinderella, I aint waiting for no prince
to save me in fact until just now I was doin' just fine
and on and on
I know what degradation feels like
I felt it on the floor at the factory
where I worked long before, I took control.
now I answer to me
The 50K I make this year will go anywhere I please
Where's the problem?"
A Lori Meyers la escenificó una chaty de L7. Dios los cría..
A la hija del Rúa: tengo trabajo, te debo una gran cena. ok.
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Who (as in significant other) should I be expecting? What’s he like? Do you have a name?
Can't give you a name lil grey orb! I read cards not the future itself!
Anyhow, you didn't specify a deck so I'm gonna go with a newer deck I got recently since I was already doing readings with it:
Who are you expecting: Five of wands; keywords- competition, debate.
Keep an eye out on those you may have a debate with or compete against, be it a video game challenge, or maybe a political debate.
To me it almost reads like you're at the start of your 'enemies to lovers' 50k fanfic anon. Stay on your toes, love blooms on the battle field and all the fun with it. Keep an open mind.
As for what he's like? Let's see now--
Seven of wands, man you seem to like wands, alright (more so since I pulled one from the top of the deck, split it, and pulled from the middle.)
keywords; challenges, courage, determination
Seems like he's the kind to stand up for what he believes in and not afraid to say it, and based on the first card, it really makes sense if you meet him in a competition.
So keep you eyes out in any squabble you have, may just be your S.O. on the other side of battle.
((ooc: Yo how the hell did you even find this blog in the sea of tumblr? i haven't had any interactions in like 3 years, so like props to you and good luck on the romance anon!))
#anonymous#ask#asktaputarot#this deck needs a new tag than my old so#yarn deck#yes it is actually a yarn themed deck lol#its legit called yarn tarot i bought it a few months ago because it's so me#anyhow good luck nonny! I'm rooting for ya!
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i keep seeing these and i just need more of it so Sirius is a youtuber au?
i literally read one of these the other day! how did you know?
sirius, or as he was known to the world,‘padfoot, was huge. he had a crazy amount of subscribers and his videos ranged from general chit chat to baking to gaming and, most famously, pranking fellow youtuber ‘prongs.’
people loved him. they loved his personality and his content and his appearance and his voice. everything. because he was so popular, sirius never could read every single comment, but he tried his best, and there was one that did catch his eye.
it was simply “day one of telling sirius that whoever edits his videos is awesome.” it had 50K likes.
part of the reason sirius’ posting schedule was so regular was because he didn’t edit his own stuff, he’d hired someoneto do it for him. his name was remus lupin, and this random commenter was correct, he was awesome.
the comments continued. sirius would look for it on every daily upload and there it was, always near the top. somebody commenting appreciation for sirius’ editor.
sirius and remus were friends. they weren’t super close, but they spent a lot of time together as sirius had an office for his ‘padfoot’ brand and he always filmed there, for privacy reasons more than anything. the computers in the office had all the equipment remus needed to edit and so they saw each other almost every day.
“have you seen this?” sirius asked casually, showing remus his phone. “day forty-two of telling sirius that who ever edits his videos is awesome.” 45K likes.
remus smiled, “ah, well, i do my best.”
“they’re right,” sirius responded, “i can’t really thank you enough for it. my videos would suck without you.”
remus rolled his eyes, “i am sure youtube’s heart-throb would do just fine in his own.”
sirius felt himself blush slightly. “yeah, well, glad the youtube comment section is appreciating what you’re doing as much as i am.”
it was next mentioned in a live stream. sirius read the comment and contemplated ignoring it but decided to read it out loud anyway. “sirius, expose your editing team.” he grinned. “not a team! just this one poor guy i’m afraid, i feel sorry for him.”
for some reason, it sent the comments off on a tangent. there were now numerous questions coming in and all of them about this editor. “can i get them on the live? ha, hold up.” remus was only in the room next door.
“remus!” he realised he’d just outed his name which the comments started freaking out about. “would you like to be on my live?”
remus walked away from his desk, laughing, and stayed just out of shot. “sorry, what?”
“the viewers want to meet my editor!”
remus sighed and awkwardly walked into frame. “how many people are watching?”
“only two million.”
“wish i’d known that or i probably wouldn’t have let two million people see me in this jumper my mum made me.”
sirius laughed, “it’s adorable.”
this is how a sub fandom was created. various twitter accounts dedicated to remus. people commenting on how cute he was or theorising the nature of sirius and remus’ relationship.
that embarrassed sirius slightly. he’d always had a mild crush on his editor and the fact that people were uploading the thirty seconds remus had ben on camera for and titling it “sirius having heart eyes for remus,” always made him slightly flustered.
remus’ appearing in sirius’ live shows started to become more frequent as people kept anting more remus content. this is how sirius came up with a new video idea. “Q and A with my editor.”
“i am just going to edit this and make sure nothing embarrassing i do is left in,” was the first thing remus said when he hit record.
“will you keep that in?” sirius asked, smiling.
“haven’t decided, depends how my hair looks.”
“it looks good.” that got edited out. “okay,” sirius said, “question one: what’s it like having to look at my face all day for a living.”
remus flushed. that got edited out. “it’s a weird way of describing my job, but i guess it’s not the worst thing in the world.”
sirius chuckled, “you flatter me.” sirius scrolled through his phone for more questions, “when will you start dating? let’s not include that one.”
remus scoffed, “when you ask me out i guess. yeah, that’s getting edited out.”
“christ, there’s a theme here,” sirius muttered, “remus are you single, remus rate sirius on appearance out of ten, remus would you rather kiss sirius or die.”
remus burst out laughing, “i’m starting to get a bit concerned about your viewers.”
“yeah, well, ever since my coming out video they’ve been desperate to know if i’m seeing anyone. there were all these proof videos about how me and james were dating before he married lily. oh here’s another one, remus what’s your sexuality?”
“bisexual,” he grinned, “should i leave that in or would that just drive people insane.”
“well, it depends. apparently there is already fanfiction about us.”
“how! i’ve been in like, four of your live shows.”
sirius shrugged, “people work fast.”
remus edited all of it out.
they spent hours laughing together on camera before finally wrapping the video up. it got 15 million views in a week.
“people like you, remus!”
“people just want somebody to ship you with.”
“no, for real, i keep seeing fan pages for you.”
remus laughed, “that’s insane! they know literally nothing about me.”
“they don’t have to. apparently being funny and good looking is enough for them to go on.” sirius regretted it almost instantly. luckily, remus didn’t seem to mind.
“you think i’m funny?”
sirius was so glad that he’d asked that instead of ‘you think i’m good looking’. “yeah, of course. i think you’re... yeah. we should hang out more. if you want of course.”
“ah, the amount of people on the who’d kill to hang out with the padfoot. yeah. that’d be nice. don’t tell the internet or they’ll think it’s a date.”
sirius shrugged, “is it?”
“oh, uh,” remus’ cheeks went bright pink. “i don’t know, is it?”
“if it doesn’t work, i still want to be friends. but we could always... try?”
a year later, sirius published his second most viewed video, after his coming out. it was titled “meet my boyfriend,” with the man in the thumbnail blurred out.
it was remus, of course. and the news actually broke twitter.
yo what the hell should i write an ao3 fic on this? i love this trope so much!!!
#wolfstar#wolfstar fanfic#wolfstar fan fiction#wolfstar prompt#wolfstar au#wolfstar text post#wolfstar textpost#wolfstar fanfiction#sirius black#remus lupin#sirius black x remus lupin#marauders
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Yo akko would have a very chaotic tiktok and be in the funny category but she's doesn't try
She just uses tiktok almost vlog like, recording random things she finds interesting or cool and she has like around 50k followers and a niche community
Some tiktoks would be
- her walking up to Amanda and punching her in the face in the face and all you see then is the camera blurry and moving so fast and her footsteps and Amanda saying "YO! AYE YO!"
- next 4 second video of her jumping off a tree, barley sticks the landing and goes to phone to end clip
- next in the school kitchen at night, flash on saying "hey guys...soo ima show you how to make a bomb ass late night school snack with leftovers and whatever you can find" (also you can tell its not like her home kitchen cause it's huge and all the equipment they have in cafeterias so it's like "wtf??? Where is she?"
- it's 2v2 Akko & Jaz vs Amanda & Lotte (Lotte just there as a fill in and no idea how to play), Sucy recording for her - Akkos trying to get the ball from Amanda and Amanda does the nastiest ankle breaking to akko and sucy just yells “YOOOOO” shaking the camera a lot and conz just laughs
(Lotte goes to check on ankle, she may not know a thing about b-ball but she knew that shit was foul)
- her with Andrew in blythonbury, she holds the phone camera in front of her face to show her perspective then gives Andrew the phone to show the height difference and how he sees everything
- next a video of her in lunch being sneaky. Diana behind her a few tables down, from that view she looks tiny so akko takes her hand and pretends shes like a giant and squishing her (yo for real idk how the fuck to explain this u know what i mean)
It then cuts to akko shoulder with Diana standing behind her and Diana berating her like "what the fuck you think you doing filming me???"
- next it akko petting a stray cat in blightonbury
- next akko is in the mirror quiet then just SCREAMS and cuts to her saying "thank you"
- next is akko doing metamorphosis spell in the mirror and she fucks up again with Bunny ears
- next is a successfull metamorphosis with the text "I did it!....but at what cost...." and akko turned into a rabbit but she dropped her phone and it cracked on the corner cause uknow....rabbits can't hold a phone and it just felled 5 ft
- next is of Amanda saying she took akkos phone and akkos crying looking for it and tells them to "give me a date and Ill show you a picture on her phone with that"
The gets a few comments back and she post em and with text being exaggerated like "ayo that's sus" "uhhh I don't even wanna know what this is" "LMFAOOOSBSHH383"
But Akko sees she had her phone and snatched it back
- her latest tiktoks are of spring break back in Japan but it's still random, her in the country side trying to find tanukis, or in the city in arcade being CRACKED in the dance revolution game , but she also got a wholesome one of her with her grandad telling him to say hi to tiktok and he smiles and waves and says it in botched english and hugs her
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I'm going to shut up now I don't like long post (also i posting hours later after writing so hi idk wtf made me write this and its prob cringe and i was in a delusional state ok)
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Belated Mega Writing Update - 07.17.2021
HELLO!!!!!!! Apparently the last time I made an update was in March, AKA four entire months ago.
So here I am, hello, hi. What have I been up to? Let’s see...
Big stuff first! I was putting my focus into something really important at work. I won’t go too much into it because a) I want it to be a surprise if it gets approved b) I don’t want to jinx it. But basically I put together this massive pitch for an animated show! That involved some concept artwork and six screenplays (not mandatory, I’m just a huge keener I guess). So while I have technically been writing, I was writing things I couldn���t share. I won’t know the results of the pitch meeting for a few weeks, so it’s just a waiting game now. Keep your fingers crossed for me!
Secondly! I started a new wip. It’s a novella, and I’m really excited about writing a shorter book! I also don’t want to share too much about this until I finish the first draft, but I got a good ways through it (in fact, I’d say it’s 2/3 done) before I had to put all my focus into the above-mentioned pitch. Even though I haven’t even finished the first draft, I feel like it’s taught me quite a bit about simplicity and necessity in prose, something I was definitely lacking in my main wip APHELION.
Speaking of APHELION: I hadn’t touched it since, you guessed it, March, but a few days ago I picked it back up with a fresher mind and got to beating it into form. Yesterday I found a mid-year recap I made in July 2020, almost exactly one year ago, and I thought it’d be fun to talk about what has changed since then!
> First: the word count. I’ve added almost 10k to the document, bringing it to nearly 55k, which is basically novel length in its own right (oohhh is this foreshadowing).
> Second: some plot elements were changed / removed. There used to be a jailbreak on the moon. Now it’s just on the planet. This meant that a chapter that I’d thought was done had to be rewritten. But space is definitely still involved!! There was also the plans to the jailbreak that had been plaguing me for a long time because it was so stupid and vague, and that’s what I’m working on fixing now (it’s still a little wonky, but hey, the characters are under a huge time crunch, and it’s at least not so flimsy anymore).
> Third: APHELION was originally planned to be the first in a trilogy. Now it’s going to be the first in five books.
“WAIT WHAT? Does that mean you’re adding a bunch more content to the story?”
Nope! See, a while back, I realized if APHELION was to be one book, it would be 150k words long. Which isn’t unheard of, but that was extremely, SUPREMELY daunting to me, especially since I’m only at the 50k words. The idea that I had to write 100k more words before this first book is considered finished...NO. I won’t do this.
PLUS the issue that there are supposed to be two more books after this, and I’d have to go through this entire process again...NO. I WON’T DO THIS.
A month-ish ago, I came to a revelation. What if APHELION WASN’T a 150k-word book? What if it’s split into TWO books, at ~70k each? I know, I know--I’d still be writing 150k words. But this way I wouldn’t feel so behind on my progress. I mean, if the first book is only 70k words, then I’m almost there! The finish line is in sight!! I can do this!!
So I’m going to split APHELION into two books, then the sequel into two books as well, and the third book will now be the fifth book, tying the series to an end. Five books may seem like it’s more daunting than three books, but breaking it into manageable bites will really help me actually get things done. I’m not trying to be JRR Tolkein out here, yo.
And you know what really helped me into this mindset? Reading Murderbot. Reading these novellas made me think “hey, so maybe books don’t need to be that long to be compelling” and “hey, maybe I could write a novella too” and “hey, maybe APHELION could be split into novellas!” Though of course, 70k is way too long to actually be a novella, but whatever. APHELION is gonna be a shorter book now babey!!
I haven’t figured out what each book would be titled. The original trilogy of books each had names already, and they all rhyme, and I don’t know how I’m going to find more words that rhyme AND stay on theme. If you know any words that rhyme with APHELION (ah-FEE-lee-un) throw them my way please!
PHEW that was a huge long update, excuse me yall. I’d post some excerpts too, but this post is long enough as is, and the chapters I’m working on are soooo under construction. So this is it for now!! See y’all laters :^)
-Em
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Yo bestie, listen. I finally got around to reading "Follow You" and my amazement is immeasurable. It's so fucking good!!!!! The very first paragraph got me hooked and I'm loving all of it. I just finished chapter 5 and I already had tears and my eyes and laughed out loud and went "aaww". I have a very shitty short attention span and lose interest quickly but Follow You is keeping me captivated from the first to the last words. Your characterization is so damn good too, reading it feels like an actual adventure, everything is clear and easy to imagine. And the Snapcube dub references!!! Dude, I love this. I'm legit gonna make Ao3 account just to comment on each chapter to say what I loved specifically. And it's your first fanfic too?? I am shaken to the core, thank you for this masterpiece.
first off, can i just say:
okay, moving on because i am quite literally this cat rn, i am SO glad you like this fic because it has been my main creative output for almost a year now. the whole thing is drafted with a couple spin-offs and a sequel, but writing is the hardest part for me.
first off, knowing you can picture it all in your head is like, 🥺🥰💕✨ because i an NOT confident in my descriptions by any means. my brain has a bad record of processing things in a way i struggle to describe and hearing that some semblance of my intentions is being translated through what i see as choppy and unpolished is like, such a meaningful compliment
in terms of attention span... are you good..? like, i hope you know i've already posted 50K words and the A plot still hasn't started, like, we're maybe 7% done the fanfic. and you're not bored??? HOW EVEN—
i'm glad the humour translates, some of my jokes fall short but i keep them in anyways because at one point they made ME laugh and i'm the target audience because i genuinely don't anticipate readers like you actually enjoying Follow You
also yes,,, this is the first fanfic i've been loyal to. i've always written stuff and never completed or posted it, but i'm determined to finish this dog and hog adventure! my updates are inconsistent but they'll always happen, i promise
TLDR: i am the cat rn
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When We Collide (Part 1)
Emma Swan has always known one thing: trust no one but yourself. Unfortunately she forgot her one rule and now she’s paying for it. One bad decision led her to the monstrous ‘Crocodile’ a mobster in New York who goes by the name Gold. Hope seems lost until she meets another person in this underworld, Killian Jones. Despite the place they find each other, a true love blossoms, and they manage to get away. But what will happen when Emma discovers who Killian really is? Will love prevail? Um, yeah, I’m writing this, so duh – it’s all love all the time. Fic features motorcycles, hot guys in leather cuts, and a bit of action/drama. Will end happily, and despite the first chapter, will be light on angst. Available on FanFiction Here and AO3 Here.
A/N: Hey everyone! Surprise! There’s a new fic I’m here to share with you all, and full disclosure, it is very different than my usual fare. You will be able to tell that from this first chapter, and for some of my readers it might be a bit too much. Not to worry, this is just a prologue of sorts, and next chapter will start in a brighter, more hopeful place (we will flash forward in time). Be advised that there is no graphic violence or anything like that, but the premise of this story involves Emma owing a debt to Gold (a mob boss in New York) that she has to pay. She’s working it off in a bar, but she’s not exactly free to go as she does. That’s a lot angstier of a situation than I ever like to deal with, so it’s temporary, but want to give you all the heads up just so you know. I suspect a lot of you will read this and think it’s not that bad, but I figure it’s best to give everyone the heads up. Anyway, I promise that this story will eventually be just as fluffy and feels-filled as my other stories, and I hope you’ll give it a try, even if you decide to skip this chapter and just join for the next. Also, just to shout out the excellent song that partially inspired this fic, you should all listen to the song ‘Collide’ by Tiana Major9 & EARTHGANG. It’s a really beautiful song, and I hope the fic can embody the feel of it as it continues to unfold. Thanks so much for reading, and hope you enjoy!
Maybe I’ll get lucky and everyone will forget I’m back here, Emma thought to herself as she counted up the bottles on the shelves, taking a quick inventory of what they had for the bar out front.
She also needed to keep this count to protect herself. She’d learned a few days into this gig that Gold’s men loved their liquor and they had a tendency to come back here and take it. Instead of letting them do that and then allowing her and her coworkers to take the blame, Emma came up with a system including locks on the door and an electronic documentation of what they had and when. There was no wifi hook up, obviously, as Gold made sure to keep a strict lock on their surroundings, but it did provide an timestamped trail that proved she was taking nothing from this place. Every night she cashed in her tips with Sydney, the bar’s ‘owner’ but really just Gold’s front man and lap dog, and she watched as the debt she owed grew smaller and smaller. In six more months she’d be free of this and she was doing anything and everything she could to shorten that time.
Thinking about her debt made a flare of anger rise in her belly. Truth was this wasn’t even her fucking debt, it was Lily’s, a woman Emma believed to be her friend. They’d met when they were still kids, both of them runaways, and though time had driven them apart, they reconnected when they realized they were both living in New York. Emma had managed to get steady, honest work and was doing her best to claw up from the nothing that she’d started with in life, and she thought Lily was doing the same. Boy had she been wrong.
It turned out that Lily didn’t pay her part of the rent with anything resembling clean money. She’d worked for Gold, and then she fucked him over and ran, leaving Emma none the wiser and thrust into the fallout of a crime she’d never committed. When that moment came Gold gave her two choices: pay off the money he was owed, or suffer a bit before accepting and still paying, but in a less desirable way. Emma chose the former, and she gave everything she had to the man, but it still wasn’t enough. Lily had managed to get off with almost 50k, and while that was chump change to Gold, it was more than double Emma’s savings. Still she’d promised to get him the money, to give him every paycheck she could, save for her rent and food expenses. But it didn’t satisfy the Crocodile, as people were prone to calling him. Gold decreed that she’d work in the bar and that was that. She’d also been ‘moved’ to one of the apartments above the place. But none of her actual belongings ever arrived. All she had was work uniforms and bare essentials. There was no TV, no phone, no nothing. She’d been graced with tattered linens, the most basic of household essentials (as in one plate, one fork, one of everything) and a bunch of dusty books on ranging topics left from tenants past. She also had a chip on her shoulder, created from the unjustness of this whole situation, pushing her to get out of this shit as fast as she could.
“Yo, Emma, you coming back at some point?” A voice asked from the doorway. It was one of her coworkers, a guy named August who she’d never had much to do with. He seemed pretty okay, but then again, he was here working for Gold and he didn’t even seem to have the whole debt-pay off factor going. That was a huge red flag, and one of the reasons Emma never trusted him much. “We got customers.”
“One minute,” she said, and waited until the door swung closed again. Knowing she was along she closed her eyes and took some steadying breaths, gearing up for what would no doubt be a terrible night.
It’s temporary. You just have a few more months. You’ve survived worse. You can survive this too.
When she felt strong enough to put her mask in place and face the raucous debauchery that awaited her outside, Emma squared her shoulders and headed out. Her eyes had to adjust quickly to the dimness of the lighting, and she took in the stronger scents of stale cigar smoke and piss that always clung to this place. No matter how much they cleaned after hours, there was no getting rid of the odor or the grime. This bar was better off burned to the ground and completely built over, but to the men who frequented it, this place was the closest thing they had to home. The Lair, as the neon sign outside advertised, was a total dive, and it was filled to the brim with low-rate mobsters and criminals.
This was one of those places that Hollywood constantly tried ripping off to no avail. In some ways it was completely corny and predictable, and so blatant in its criminal ties that it felt like a joke that everyone was in on. But the embellishments and adornments here were over the top and gaudy, too tacky even for a Las Vegas casino. Gold’s namesake was splashed everywhere, from the countertops to the barstools to the curtains on the back walls. When the finishing got gross and dirty, they’d be replaced, but the style was dated and straight out of the 70s. It was a mobster hideaway with no pretensions, and Emma always thought to herself that the cops should be busting in every night. This was an obvious den of misconduct, but no cops ever came. The reality was that Gold had half the police force in his pocket, and the other half were too scared to cross him for fear of what he’d bring down on them. Gold might be ridiculous and over the top, but he was powerful, and more than that he was smart, so smart Emma knew better than to ever try to run and think she could get away with it.
“Well, well, well. Ain’t you lookin good tonight, sweetheart?”
Emma fought the instinct to roll her eyes at the slurred and shouted words that crossed the bar top over to where she was standing. Two months into her captivity here, and Emma knew better than to let her baser instincts win out. Despite how gross this man was, and how underwhelming he was on any metric of attractiveness, Emma couldn’t cave to her want to blow him off. Doing so was a risk, and if she had any chance of surviving this hell hole, she could not afford to take those.
“What can I get you, Mr. Black?” Emma asked, ignoring the stench of sweat and booze that mingled with the man’s cheap aftershave. She looked at him for only a second before looking down again, knowing her best bet was to try and blend into the background and let these men set their sights on the women who actually wanted to be here.
“I’ll take a night in bed with you, darlin’.” Emma chocked down a gag but flashed an insincere smile as she shook her head.
“You know the rules, Black. I work for Gold in a strictly drink-serving capacity.”
“Damn waste if you ask me, putting talent like you up in the bar.”
A waste? Emma considered it a small miracle. Since the day that Gold’s men had swarmed her apartment with guns drawn, looking for Lily, Emma had been completely at the will of a monster. She knew from the second they apprehended her and brought her back here that she could be destined for anything. People talked about Gold in this city and there was no crime he was too good to partake in. He had brothels all over the place and a stake in the skin trade. He ran drugs and guns, made people disappear and black mailed anyone he could. He had no moral restrictions, and no love greater than the one had for money and control. He owned this city in almost every single way, and if he chose to, he could make her life even worse than it was now. So much worse. It sent a shiver up her spine to even contemplate some of the things she’d heard whispered about. But Gold, as dark and twisted as he was, did have a code, and he’d briefly explained it to her the night she was brought in.
“I’m a man who collects his debts, Miss Swan, but I am also a man who sees a whole story. You had nothing to do with Lily’s betrayal, I know this. You’re collateral damage, a source of collection through no fault of your own. The debt must be payed, but since you yourself have never wronged me, I’ll be good to you. You even think of crossing me, however, and you’ll live to regret it.”
Emma knew the truth when she heard it. Her gut was never wrong. Even with Lily, the problem wasn’t that Emma had missed her true colors, she’d just chosen to ignore the telltale signs of a problem person because she really had no other friends. She hoped that Lily may come around, that she’d get better and really try and make a go of things in an above board way, but with Gold there was no doubt as to the veracity of his threat. If he felt Emma was disloyal, he’d punish her, and if at the end of this there was any doubt that she’d turn on him, she would never be free. She had to be picture perfect in her actions. A pretty, polite prisoner who served their time and then kept silent. She was ready to do that, she just had to stick to her plan and keep her head up in the meantime.
As she made Mr. Black’s drink and got caught into the flow of the bar, serving men their beer and liquor until they all got drunk as hell, Emma counted down the seconds until the night would be over. She gathered her measly tips, and kept them guarded close, and she knew that tonight would be like every other. She was trapped here, in this darkness, destined to be unhappy but determined to survive. When she was free of this she’d go as far away from Gold’s hold as she could. She’d find a cabin somewhere, live a quiet kind of life, and she’d never put herself in this kind of position again. Her lesson had been learned – she could trust no one but herself, and though that was a totally lonely sensation, she had to try and accept it or risk hurting herself all over again down the line.
Suddenly, in the midst of the normal night’s activities, the front door blew open and Emma felt a tingling of anticipation when it did. She hadn’t looked in that direction all night long, never liking the people who would dare to enter here, but her instincts were screaming at her to turn around and look. She had no idea why, but when she obeyed the internal command, she was shocked into stillness, caught up in the sight of the man who’d just walked in.
Tall, dark, and fiercely handsome, this man was sin personified and so much better looking than the other thugs that came here every night. He didn’t look out of place though, aside from his attractiveness. The clothes he wore were made of leather and spoke to some dangerous intent. He made no show to hide the side arms he was carrying, one on his hip and one strapped across his chest, and the scowl on his face made him seem hard and unapproachable. For a moment, Emma had the chance to take him in, and despite the fierceness of his expression, she felt a flutter low in her stomach.
His chiseled jaw with the well-trimmed beard he had was hot, as was the symmetry of his features and the way his broad body clenched and she could see his muscles. But if someone were to ask her what stood out most about this mystery man it was his eyes. They were blue, like the ocean in places she’d only read about. They weren’t icy or cold, but warm somehow and so thoroughly enticing. She felt herself lost in them, and then he looked at her, their gazes connecting, and that sensation grew so much stronger. She felt a kind of pang echo through her ribcage the moment he took her in, and she watched as the hardness of his face shifted ever so slightly. It was a small tell, most people wouldn’t have noticed, but Emma did, and she knew that he felt this too. Whatever the hell this was – the man who’d just arrived was just as captive to it as she was.
“Ah, Captain, you’re here!” One of the regulars said, laughing and flailing about as only truly drunk men did. “Didn’t think we’d ever get you to The Lair. Thought you was too good for us.”
The man they called ‘Captain’ tore his gaze from Emma and moved over to the man who’d called him over. His stride was measured and almost graceful, and Emma couldn’t help but follow him with her eyes. This was so unlike her. She made it her business not to watch anyone too closely. The less she knew about what everyone was really up to the better, but she was intrigued by this newcomer in a way she’d never been before.
“Boss wants to see you, Alvin. Something about the McManus shipment.” Alvin blanched at the comment and swallowed harshly and Emma knew for certain that this man was in trouble with Gold. She didn’t have much sympathy for Alvin, and in fact most of her intention was focused on this stranger, who had the touch of an accent she couldn’t quite place. His voice was silky and low, tantalizing in a way, and she wanted to hear more of it. “Perhaps you’d like a drink for the road. Not sure when you’ll have the chance for another.”
“Bring them this,” Sydney said, materializing from nowhere next to Emma. She jumped at the unexpected intrusion into her thoughts, and looked at the two glasses.
“Is this rum?” she asked dumbly and Sydney nodded.
“The best. Captain likes the good stuff.”
“Right,” Emma said, moving over with the tray to the table where both men sat. When she got there, she was struck speechless again. Being so close to this man only added to the allure. He was even more interesting close up, and she lost her head a little bit at the sight of him, but tried to pull herself together as best he could. “Your drinks, gentlemen.”
Alvin took the drink and downed in, but the stranger took his time, glancing at her over the glass and nodding. He didn’t smile, but his eyes conveyed a warmth he’d shared with no one else here. “Thank you, love.”
Knowing she couldn’t linger, Emma moved back to the other tables, continuing her work, but when she noticed Alvin and the mysterious man standing up to go a few minutes later, she felt a dash of disappointment. He was leaving, and she didn’t even know his name.
Okay, seriously? What the hell Emma? He’s one of them. He works for Gold. You don’t care about him. You can’t care.
The voice in her head scolded her for her fanciful thinking and this completely mistimed attraction. It was so foolish to think of him as anything but a threat, but her heart lurched at the thought. She was overcome with these weird feelings. Being so drawn to a man so quickly had never been her style. Certainly not now when she was in survival mode. But as she turned around to fill a tray with empty glasses on one of the far tables, she felt a presence behind her. She whipped around too quickly, only to run into him, and if it hadn’t been for his steadying hands, one on her arm and the other on her tray, the glasses would have shattered.
“You all right, love?”
“Um,” she licked her lips as her eyes darted up to and she nodded once. “Yes. I’m fine.”
“Good. Just wanted to give you this,” he said, handing her a tip. It was generous. Like a couple hundred-dollar bills generous. It was way more than their drinks had been and way way more than she could ever accept. It felt wrong, but there was a part of her that was desperate to keep it. This would put her that much closer to freedom. It was almost a week she wouldn’t have to work. Still she pushed it back at him.
“I can’t. It’s too much.”
“It’s hardly enough,” he replied ardently and her brow furrowed as she looked at his face, the earnestness on it clear as day to her. “I know these men, love. There’s no way they give you what you’ve earned. Not tonight, not ever. So please, take it.”
“Okay,” she agreed after a moment’s hesitation, feeling gratified by the fact that she had earned this, even if he wasn’t the one who should have to pay. “Thanks…”
“Killian,” he filled in before she could decide to use the nickname that Alvin had called him by.
“Killian,” she repeated, tasting the name on her tongue and loving the way it felt as it passed through her lips. “I’m Emma, by the way.”
“Emma,” he replied with a grin that was there and gone so quickly she would have missed it as she blinked. As it was, she knew she saw it, and that look was even more breathtaking than the rest of him. No one had a right to be that sexy. No one. “Well, until next time, Emma.”
With that, he turned and walked away, cold and composed once more as he led Alvin out of the bar and headed off into the night. And though Emma knew very little about him, she had a feeling she’d just met someone very important. Through the mist of all the new emotions and excitement, she sensed, deep down, that this man – Killian – mattered, and that somehow, someway, their fates were intertwined, destined to lead them back to each other in one way or another.
Post-Note: So there we have it! This is a short glimpse into the fic, kind of like a prologue if you will. Next chapter will flash forward a bit, because this honestly was angsty enough for me to write. I do not want to dwell in the bad circumstances Emma finds herself in, and instead want to get us to a fluffier, if still a bit wilder place than I am used to. As the description says this will be an MC (motorcycle club) romance, and we’ll reveal how that will come to pass in the next few chapters. In the meantime, I would love to hear what you all think! This is a break away from my usual fare, and pretty much the opposite of the other fic I am currently writing, but I have wanted to write a story like this for a really long time. I’m eager to share the rest of this fic with you all, and hope you will join me on this fun new journey. Anyway, thanks for reading and hope you have a great rest of your day!
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Dark ‘n’ Stormy, Pt. 11
Summary: It’s the day after the stuffing chapter. New Asgard decides which system of government it wants. Not much smut, an awful lot of politics.
Length: 6.9k. A more sensible person than me might try to edit this down, but honestly, I feel like you’d all be horribly disappointed if I didn’t write all the words.
Warnings: Eh the usual. Kinky food stuff, smut, drinking, swearing, mental health wonkiness, Asgardian politics, body shaming, intrusive media, social media shittiness, uncomfortable family relationships, mentions of starting a family, mentions of dead characters, smutty pictures, some ridiculously long speeches that might give you feels. I think that’s it.
Notes: This chapter, quite literally, took months to write. Apologies, therefore, if it’s a bit disjointed or I contradict myself. This bad boy is now over 50k in total (!) It took a while, because I couldn’t quite decide how I wanted it to go. Also, writing a story a day for the entire year is quite time consuming and a really fucking terrible idea. Typos and errors are all my own but please alert me to anything spectacularly bad so I can fix. I’ve not given this any distance, so I am hella word-blind.
Also, one of you gets a mention :P
Need a reminder of what’s happened? Pt. 10 & the masterlist.
If you like what I do, please let me know.
It wasn’t the cockerels crowing that woke you, but the dogs excitedly greeting someone.
“Whuh time issit?” you mumbled into Thor’s hair, your hand resting on his still full tummy as you spooned the sleepy Thunder God.
“Too early.”
He wasn’t wrong. Groggily you pulled yourself away, rummaging around for something to throw on so you could investigate who your visitor was.
Opening the bedroom door, you spied the Valkyrie crouched down by the settee, rubbing Geri’s tummy.
“Why?” you asked, not really awake enough to form a proper question.
“Why what?” Valkyrie responded, continuing to fuss the dog at her feet.
“Why are you here? Now? At this godforsaken time?”
“Has Thor forsaken this time in particular?”
Your glare said it all.
“I jest, sorry. Have you been online? Checked your phone? Seen or heard the news?”
“For fuck’s sake, Brunnhilde,” you said, startling the dogs and finally rousing Thor, “I’ve literally just gotten up. Because of you. When would I have done any of that? And why does it matter?”
“I’ll make the coffee, you go get Thor.”
You’d barely turned and taken a step, when you collided with the solid mass that was your lover.
“What’s wrong? Why is the Valkyrie here?” he asked, holding you to his stomach.
“Not a fucking clue.”
You weren’t exactly a morning person. Even less so after a few cocktails, and when your awakening had been rude. Not the good kind of rude, either. Thor knew, from prior experience, that waking you unexpectedly was like deciding to disturb a wasp’s nest. Nothing good would come of it and it wasn’t something you’d likely repeat in a hurry. You were a surly, venomous grump, sure to sting whatever had disturbed you.
Either Brunnhilde was more foolhardy than he thought, or something was seriously wrong.
Brunnhilde returned to find you slouched on the settee, buried in Thor’s hoodie with the hood pulled up and over, almost to the point of covering your eyes, in a vain attempt at ignoring the world. The steaming mug of caffeine placed on the table next to you was met with a snort of derision, and it was with no small amount of trepidation that Thor sat next to you, before pulling you onto his lap. Maybe whatever had brought the Valkyrie would concern only him, and you could doze off against his chest.
“Did you enjoy your pizza last night?” Brunnhilde asked, breaking the frosty silence.
“Yes,” Thor smiled at the memory. “How did you know we had pizza?”
“That’s what brought me here. I’m sorry it’s so early.”
Why would pizza have brought her here, Thor wondered. Did she need a recipe? Did she have some left over? Was she planning to open a pizza place in New Asgard?
“Someone… someone, erm, they snapped some pictures of you. The two of you. In the restaurant. They must’ve recognised you.”
“So?” Thor queried softly, hoping that you had begun to return to sleep in his arms.
“Well, they sold them to some media people. You’re, erm, trending on Twitter. I wanted to tell you before you saw for yourselves, some of the reporting is… unflattering.”
Yeah. Thor could already picture it. Being fat and in the public eye was just a magnet for the worst kind of people.
“If they’ve worked out who Y/N is, it’s not been published yet, but it’s only a matter of time,” Brunnhilde continued.
“Ah, balls,” you said, finally joining the conversation.
“Indeed. A few months back, I asked some friends to do some digging on you. Don’t be alarmed, I just wanted to be prepared for the time when it eventually emerged that you and Thor were together. I didn’t find anything to be worried about in what they found on you, but I understand that there may be things that you’d prefer to stay private. The silence of those involved can be arranged, if you wish.”
There were certainly things in your past that you weren’t exactly proud of. You probably should’ve realised that you couldn’t stay under the radar forever.
“No, it’s ok. Don’t waste your resources, or those of your friends. I’ve been alive long enough to know that if the tabloid press thinks there’s a story, they’ll dig it up somehow. Or just make one up. I’ve done what I’ve done, and that’s the end of that. Anyone commenting on my life probably has stuff they’d rather keep secret,” you answered with a sigh.
“Very well. Do you want to read the dossier?”
“No, no. I’m sure it’s very thorough and accurate. Thor, do you want to read it?”
“Anything you wish to tell me about your past, you can tell me about yourself,” he answered, running his fingers through your hair. “Whatever you have done, it’s of no consequence. You’re here now, that’s all that matters. Some youthful follies could not reverse my love for you.”
You nuzzled your face into his chest hair to hide the tears you could feel beginning to sting your eyes.
“Is that all, Brunnhilde? May we return to bed?” Thor said.
“Yes, of course. Apologies once again for disturbing you. I just wanted you to hear it from a friend before you heard it elsewhere.”
You were fast asleep again by the time Thor gently laid you back on the bed. You must’ve been warm in his hoodie, the early rays of sunshine beginning to seep into the bedroom, but he didn’t want to disturb you. His mind was all over the place, so he decided to check the news on your tablet while you were tucked into his side.
Thor’s Hammered!
King of Ass-gard
Pizza Gut - Avenger destroys pizza buffet
Thor quickly put the tablet back down. It stung to read the words they wrote about him, but even worse was what they wrote about you. They didn’t know you, why did they get to judge you, speculate about who you were and why you were with him? You were just another name on the long list of loved ones he wasn’t able to protect.
Gingerly removing himself from your side, relieved when he didn’t wake you, Thor decided to sit back on the settee, letting Loki slither over him. The snake wasn’t as helpful as his brother, but he found it calming anyway.
15 minutes later, the sound of a message being received made him jump. Unlocking his old phone, he saw it was a message from Brunnhilde.
I know you said you didn’t want to know about Y/N’s past, but I think you might find this interesting…
There were several links at the bottom of the message. Thor didn’t want to pry, he really didn’t, but he couldn’t help but be curious as to what was that important that Brunnhilde had felt the need to send him a link.
Moving as quietly as he could, he returned to the bedroom to grab the tablet, before settling back down to see what had been sent.
Typing the address was a torturous process, his fingers weren’t quite dexterous enough to easily manipulate Midgardian devices, although he was becoming more careful with them. Still, he nearly dropped the tablet when he saw where the link took him to.
It was a gallery of pictures. Pictures of you, to be exact. You weren’t naked but it was obvious that these weren’t the kind of pictures you shared with friends or family. He’d heard about these kinds of sites, adult sites they were called. The model had a different name, but it was definitely you. No doubt about it.
Pictures of you in corsets that pushed up your breasts and cinched in your waist. Pictures of you with chokers around your throat. Some pictures where you wore clothing made of a strange material that seemed to fit you like a second skin. Some more where you wore beautiful lingerie in vibrant colours, brilliant blues and vivid violets.
The pictures on the next link were a little different. Leather gloves, ball gags, handcuffs. Fishnet stockings and knee-high leather boots. Why had he never seen any of these outfits? Carefully gripping the tablet with one hand, he moved the other inside the waistband of his pants, rubbing at the head of his excited cock.
For a split second, he considered what Brunnhilde had thought of these pictures. Had she shown them to Sif? What if they’d both enjoyed them?
His cock grew harder at the thought.
And he knew he should feel a little ashamed. You hadn’t mentioned these pictures, so it probably wasn’t something you were proud of, but he couldn’t help but look, hope that others had looked, and seen just how sexy you were.
He didn’t really understand the third link. That seemed to be a niche site. You were barely visible, clad in rain gear, and wrapped in heavy duty tape to secure you to a post.
But, Brunnhilde really had saved the best until last.
Bound, gagged, blindfolded. Eyes wide in another as you looked at the woman stroking your hair as you sat tied to the chair. If he had to be king, he’d insist on having a throne, just so he could recreate that image with you. Only, in his version, you’d be wearing a lot less clothes, his face between your thighs, eating you out until the only thing keeping you upright were the ropes that held you in your place.
It was funny. He’d not really enjoyed being in chains, in a cage, when he’d encountered Surtur. But the thought of you being bound, held captive while he pleasured you in all the different ways he knew how. Now, that was something he liked the idea of.
Freeing his cock, he began to stroke in earnest, the images he’d just seen and images of what he’d like to do to you fuelling his desire. The harder he thought of them, the harder he got, and the harder he pumped his fist.
His orgasm was explosive, and Loki hissed at him angrily. Geri and Freki perked up their ears to see what the fuss was about. He knew he should move and clean himself but he was comfy, he was relaxed, he could rest here for a moment or two.
***
Evidently it was more than a moment or two when he awoke to the sound of pans clanging around in the kitchen. There’s no way you couldn’t have seen him, and there’s no way he could pretend it was anything else. He’d fallen asleep with his cock out, the evidence crusted onto his tummy.
Tucking himself back into his pants, he approached the kitchen with caution.
“Good morning, my love,” he tried.
“Good afternoon,” you corrected. “Dare I ask?” you said, looking at his gut pointedly.
Nothing good would come of lying, so he tried his best to explain the truth.
“Ah, well, what happened was, you see, Brunnhilde sent me an electronic letter with some links on my phone. So I looked at them on the tablet,” he explained.
“Brunnhilde sent you porn?”
“Yes. I mean no. I mean maybe? The links were to pictures of you.”
“Ah,” you said, understanding. “Brunnhilde’s friends found those.”
“I suppose so, yes.”
“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed them. I enjoyed doing them.”
Thor doesn’t ask for an explanation, doesn’t press you, doesn’t tell you about his fantasies. You’ll tell him when you want to, if you want to. He’ll tell you when you’re not trying to cook avocado eggs Benedict.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he mumbles before walking off to the bathroom. He’s glad that you’re not angry or upset, but he’s still embarrassed that you caught him in that position.
The shower is cold, but not cold enough to cool him down from his thoughts. Thoughts of those photos, thoughts of last night, and thoughts of what he’d like to do with you in the future. He could probably roll around on Jötunheimr and still feel too hot.
He’s quiet during brunch, but you don’t press him. You just hold his hand, silently telling him that everything will be alright.
You’d briefly checked your phone before Thor had woken up. There were so many notifications, you were afraid it might crash, and you’d put it back down again. Today was an historic day for New Asgard, you didn’t want to overshadow it by worrying about what Twitter trolls had to say about you. It keeps buzzing on the table next to you, and you continue ignoring it.
“Are you going to check that?” Thor asked. “It might be something important.”
“I don’t really want to, I’m afraid of what I might see,” you said.
“I understand, but the longer you leave it, the worse it will be. Maybe just check if there is anything from your family. You don’t want it playing on your mind throughout the day.”
Thor’s right, and so with a resigned sigh, you picked up your phone and looked at your notifications, dismissing anything that wasn’t important.
A message from Sam on Skype that read I knew you had a thing for older men, didn’t realise you liked them THAT old ;-) now I know where you are, let me know when I can visit. Ignore the haters, they’re just jealous.
There was also an entire chain of emails from your mum, without a subject. She’d never quite gotten the hang of email.
Is this you/??>????? And then a link to a news website.
It is, isn’t it.
WHy didn’t you tell us. Where you were????
Your father is looking at flights.
He’s found some cheap ones with Ryanair, we’re coming over in a fortnight. Flying to Oslo. Charlie is coming too.
He can’t find anywhere to stay in New Asgard, are there no hotels????
Answer me.
“Ah, fuck,” you said, staring at down at your phone.
“What’s the matter?” Thor asked, worried that you’d seen something critical of you.
“My family knows where I am now, they’re coming to visit,” you mumbled. “In two weeks.”
“That’s wonderful news, I can’t wait to meet them,” Thor said, kissing your hand.
“Yeah,” you said doubtfully. You loved your family, but they could be tricky at times. They were hurt, of course, by your vagueness on the subject of your whereabouts. You already knew they were going to make some unintentionally hurtful comments, either about Thor, or about Alex, or both. They were also likely to do the same about you.
“Two weeks,” Thor mused, still enthusiastic about the prospect of meeting your family. “I think that gives me sufficient time to build a place for them to stay.”
It was lovely that he was excited by the prospect, but you groaned internally. Something told you that Thor was not going to have time for much if the vote went the way you thought it would.
“I’ll tell them we can accommodate them somewhere,” you said, firing off a quick email. “Now, let’s forget about this and focus on the task at hand. Brunnhilde wanted us there no later than two, that only gives us an hour.”
***
At 2:10 you arrived at the mead hall, Thor in his full regalia, you in the dress he’d gifted you for the May Day feast. Geri and Freki loping along behind you. You went to add the one remaining cake to the long table of food, while Brunnhilde intercepted Thor.
“Is everything alright, after this morning?” she asked him.
“Yes, I think so. Y/N is strong, although her family have elected to visit. That seems to have shaken her,” Thor sighed.
“It must be hard to face someone you thought was dead, even if you love them, once you’ve been through the grieving process,” Brunnhilde noted.
“It is.” Thor knows it’s hard, he went through it enough times with Loki, but he’d do anything to have his brother back. Or his mother, father.
There are flowers everywhere. Bouquets on tables, bunting hanging from the rafters, and people everywhere with flower crowns on their heads. Thor’s pleased with how well they’ve turned out. He makes a note to thank everyone involved, as well as to the plants for blooming so abundantly for him. There was something very satisfying about growing things and tending to them, becoming one with nature.
He’s not surprised when you return with a flower crown, plus one each around the dog’s necks. He doesn’t think they’ll last long, which is why he’d made sure to cultivate flowers that wouldn’t make the dogs sick when they inevitably tried to eat them. Thor particularly likes how you look with your flower crown. He’s seen you wear one before, of course, but they really do suit you. He hopes that if he has to be king, then perhaps one day you’ll wear a different kind of crown.
“Hello, Brunnhilde. Apologies for our lateness. I didn’t grab a crown for you but if Thor doesn’t want this one, I’m sure you can have it,” you offered, holding out the wreath.
“That’s quite alright, I’m not really one for crowns,” Valkyrie answered with a small shake of her head. “I’ll leave you two to mingle, just don’t be late for the vote announcement.”
“We won’t,” Thor assured her, knowing full well that they won’t start without him. “I fear this may not be the only crown I accept today,” he continues, taking the flowers from you and placing them on his head.
“I’m sorry,” you said, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “I’ll support you, no matter the outcome.”
Thor knows this, and he’s glad of it. He’s still not comfortable with being in charge, quite content with his life, building things, tending to the plants, and playing with his animals. But at least he doesn’t have to do it alone. After Loki died, he was so very alone. Korg and Miek were great, but there was something missing in his life, a much closer form of companionship that he’d finally found again.
“Let us mingle, I’m sure there are many children who will be glad to pet the dogs,” Thor said, looping his arm with yours at the elbow.
***
By the time it gets to the hour of the announcement, Geri and Freki have had their bellies rubbed by seemingly every child in New Asgard, much to their delight.
A little boy had brought you a small posy of flowers, and was extra pleased when Thor held him in his strong arms and let the child place the flowers in Thor’s beard. It’s very haphazard, and a little one-sided but Thor’s pleased with the end result, when you show him in your pocket mirror.
It makes him ache desperately to have a child - well, children - of his own. He thinks about what kind of uncle Loki would’ve been.
Hopefully he wouldn’t have stabbed them.
It’s too hot in the mead hall. Thor’s been trying to drink slowly, aware that he’s drinking out of nerves more than anything.
Dutch courage, you’d called it. Allegedly, Dutch soldiers had drunk jenever before going into battle. Thor considered that a little risky. Drinking was best done after battle, being clumsy while handling a weapon didn’t strike him as the best strategy. Then again, it seemed to work fine for Brunnhilde. It didn’t really happen to him, but supposed many people got nervous before a fight.
Thor knew you had a Dutch friend, a teacher. He wondered if they might bring jenever with them if they ever came to visit?
Bruce came over, crowds of Asgardians parting easily for his bulky frame.
“Hey buddy,” he said, hugging Thor. “Are you ready?”
“About as ready as I’ll ever be,” Thor answered. A few years ago, he’d thought he was ready. Had almost been crowned king.
He never thanked Loki for royally screwing that up. It was only now, with hindsight, that he could appreciate the favour his brother had inadvertently done him.
“It’s time,” Bruce told Thor, throwing an arm around his shoulders. Thor looks back at you, but you shake your head. This is an Asgardian matter. Your place is at the back with Geri and Freki, not onstage with Asgard’s elite.
“Do you know?” Thor asked Bruce, desperately.
“No Thor. Even if I did, I couldn’t tell you,” Bruce noted. “Whatever happens, you have people that care about you. It won’t be like it was before.”
Thor joins Valkyrie, Sif and several others onstage. Bruce waves his hands, dampening down the crowd that buzzes like a hornet’s nest. Despite all the assurances, this is still a volatile situation and Bruce says a silent prayer that everything works out for the best.
“Thank you all,” Bruce addressed the crowd. “Thank you for trusting in the process and for allowing us, as outside observers, to count all of your votes. No system will be perfect, but we hope that you will all respect the outcome, whatever it may be. It took three rounds of voting for an option to gain over 50% of the vote. I’ll now hand over to Captain America, who has the results.”
Bruce steps down, stands to the right hand side of the stage as Sam steps forward. Anticipation builds around the room, like static during a storm. Sif holds hands with both Thor and Valkyrie, holding in a breath as she waits to see which of the people she cares about most will draw the short straw of heading Asgard.
She fervently hopes that the people will have chosen another option, but she doubts it. Most Asgardians fell on one side of the divide or the other - traditionalists who wanted to continue the existing royal family, and those who felt that Brunnhilde was the best leader amongst those left.
“Thank you, Bruce,” Sam said, grateful that someone the Asgardians were familiar with had addressed them first. “The result is very close, but let me assure you, it is accurate. We counted every single ballot ten times, just to ensure there was no discrepancy. With 50.8% of the vote, the people of Asgard have chosen the option of an octarchy.”
The room erupted with people cheering, complaining, or otherwise chatting with people about what it all meant. Sam waited for the commotion to die down before continuing.”
“Furthermore, the proposed solution, as outlined within the election materials is that Thor, son of Odin.” Sam paused, Thor’s full title sounding odd coming out of his mouth, but that was what the piece of paper he was holding said. “Thor, son of Odin, shall rule as king, and head of state.”
Thor paled visibly and your heart went out to him, glad that Sif was holding his hand.
“Succession will be a matter of blood, as it has always been, unless Thor shall have no issue. In that event, the people of Asgard will once again convene to decide how they wish to be governed. Brunnhilde, of the Valkyrior, shall serve as his second in command. She will rule in his absence or if he is incapacitated, if Thor does not have an heir of legal age.”
Sam shook his head. He shouldn’t have let Bucky write the speech, he should’ve known his metal-armed partner would try to stitch him up with flowery Asgardian language. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Bucky smirking, standing next to Bruce. Sam makes a mental note to put on his suit later, pick Bucky up, and drop him in the North Sea.
“The other six members of the council will be chosen as follows. Thor, son of Odin, and Brunnhilde, of the Valkyrior, shall each choose one. Two more shall be elected by the people of Asgard. The final two shall be selected at random in a lottery of all citizens who have come of age. These positions shall be reviewed every ten years, unless circumstances, or the will of the people dictate otherwise.”
The place descends into chaos, even the dogs start barking at all the noise, and it only stops when the valkyrie gets to the front of the stage and lets out an ear-piercing screech. Everyone stops what they’re doing and looks at her, wincing.
“Settle down everyone, settle down,” she shouted. “I respect this result, just as I said I would, and I pledge to serve both Asgard and its king to the best of my ability, as long as I am able to do so. I would like to thank you for your trust and patience during the time in which I served as Asgard’s caretaker. I know that not all of you were happy with the situation, but I hope I served you well. There is one among us, who I would like to nominate for inclusion on the council. However, I am aware that some of you may feel it is a conflict of interests. As many of you are aware, the Lady Sif and I are in love. She is my nomination if you will accept her.”
Raucous applause erupts. Sif is well liked, and most people are pleased to have her helping to steer Asgard’s course, even if she’s a little too eager to head into battle at times.
“Very well, I thank you all for your trust,” the valkyrie continued. “While I have the floor, there is one more thing I wish to do. I was going to do it later, but I think now is best, to declare my love in front of all those I serve.”
This time it’s Sif’s turn to go pale, as the Valkyrie sinks to her knees, turning back to Sif.
“Lady Sif,” Brunnhilde began. “I have lived long and travelled far, and there is no beauty that can compare to yours. Your love shines brighter than any star, and I am a better person for you sharing it with me. I have no title or riches to give you. This is but a small trinket, for I have already given you the greatest gift I have to give, which is my heart. I would be honoured if you would accept this ring as a token of my love, as is the custom on much of Midgard, and agree to be my wife.”
Sif is openly sobbing, and Thor’s not sure he’s ever seen her cry before. Scores more around the room wipe away tears as Sif slowly moves forward, allowing the Valkyrie to slip the ring onto her finger. Once it’s in place, Sif takes Brunnhilde’s hands and pulls her up, embracing her tightly and kissing her fiercely to a chorus of cheers.
It’s a wonderful sight, and you’re glad that there’s something for Asgard to celebrate, even if the vote didn’t go everyone’s way. Your throat goes dry as Thor nervously makes his way to the front of the stage to speak.
“Hello everyone. Apologies if I seem nervous, it has been many years since I last addressed so many,” he said, fiddling with the hem of his cloak. It’s far too hot to be wearing it, but he’d insisted that this was an important occasion and that he should dress accordingly.
“My congratulations to the Lady Sif and the Lady Brunnhilde. Theirs is an excellent union, and I wish them an eternity of happiness together.”
Thor waits until the cheering dies down before continuing.
“I, too, respect and honour the results of this vote. No man can outrun his destiny, and it seems mine will always be to rule Asgard as its king, even though I feel ill-equipped to do so. Fate apparently wills it so. I have not led Asgard well these last few years, and I apologise for that from the bottom of my heart. I have been remiss in my duties. I know that some of you do not trust that I have changed, but I give you my solemn word that I have. That I will act for the good of Asgard, and the other eight realms, as long as there is life in my breast.”
The entire room draws a collective gasp as Thor sinks to one knee. Panic sets in. This can’t be happening. Surely he’s not about to propose as well?
“I kneel before you, as your humble servant,” Thor continued, and you sighed in relief. “Too long, the people of Asgard have knelt before the throne. No more. I kneel before you all, and ask for your forgiveness. I am not the man I was, but I hope with time, that I will become someone better, someone worthy of the position that I find myself in.
“Asgard is not a place, it is a people. My father told me that, and I see now how true it is. I thank each and every one of you for trusting and believing in Asgard, in each other, when I did not trust or believe in myself. Together, you have created something strong and beautiful. I thank you for sharing it with me. You have rebuilt, you have shown incredible strength and fortitude.
“I am sorry for abandoning you. It is the most dishonourable and cowardly thing I have ever done. I asked the Valkyrie to rule in my stead, because I felt she was the best person for the job. I am truly sorry for abandoning Asgard in her hour of need. Thank you, all of you. Thank you for preserving our traditions and stories. Thank you for building a new home for us all. Thank you to everyone who has helped today. Baking delicacies, creating flower crowns, playing music. All that you do, on this day and every day, to ensure that we survive, that our culture survives, is appreciated by me.
“I hope to be able to thank you all individually, but please understand, it may take me some time. I kneel before you, as your king, humbled by the faith you still place in me. I shall work to rule as a king of the people, not above them. The throne should not be an untouchable pedestal on which I am put.
“Although I do not have a crown, I kneel before you, ready to serve Asgard, completely and unreservedly.”
“About your crown,” a voice called from the stunned crowd, as all eyes turned to look at Lorelei. She walked slowly through them, people parting for her, before she stopped in front of the stage, directly in front of Thor.
“When Hela attacked, many of us realised that Asgard was in peril. As we fled the city, some of us gathered up important artefacts. I apologise for keeping this from you, your majesty, but there never seemed to be an opportune moment…” she trailed off, reaching into a leather satchel, slung low against her hip.
Several people fainted, as with trembling hands, she pulled a crown from it.
“My-my father’s crown,” Thor mumbled, stunned.
“Yes, your majesty,” Lorelei explained. “I apologise again for keeping it secret, but you had already lost so much, I did not wish to remind you of your father. I have kept it safe, all these years. I believed that one day, you would be restored to the throne. I believed that day would be today.”
With trembling fingers, she reaches out the crown as Thor lowered his head. Tears were running down his face, into his beard, for everyone to see as he sat back up, slowly rising to his feet.
A collective sense of shock reverberated around the room, and you anxiously stroked your two dogs, who sat flanked you on either side.
“Thank you, good Lady Lorelei. This truly is an extraordinary gift. I thought I would never see this again, let alone wear it. I do wonder, now, what else was saved from Asgard, but that is a matter for another time,” Thor advised. “I have but one more matter to discuss, before it is time to feast. There is much to celebrate this day, and I hope it is one that will long be remembered.”
Thor paused, taking a moment to look around the hall. His friends, his people looking up at him. It filled him with a tiny spark of confidence that everything would work out fine this time, unlike when he had told Loki it would, all those years ago, after Asgard was destroyed.
“Like the Lady Brunnhilde, I too have someone I wish to nominate to the council. Like her, this person is one who is very dear to me,” he noted, looking across the heads of everyone to look you in the eye.
Thousands of heads turned to face you as you froze, wishing the ground would swallow you up.
“I wish to nominate the Lady Y/N. She has done so much for Asgard, though her time with us has been short so far,” Thor admitted. “As an outsider, I believe she has much knowledge and wisdom to offer us about Midgard, its people, and their customs. Her counsel is invaluable to me, and I would like to offer her a place at this table, if there are no objections.”
Deathly silence descends, everyone waiting for someone to say something.
“A wise appointment, your majesty,” Leifr spoke up, and a chorus of cheers echoed around the room.
“It is settled then,” Thor exclaimed happily. “The other four positions shall be determined in due time, but now I say it is time to eat, drink, and dance our fill. There is much to celebrate as we enter into a proud new chapter in Asgard’s history.”
Everything was a blur for several hours as you try to process exactly what’s happened. Thor being king again was something you expected, and he seems to be taking it well. His speech was genuinely moving and you could see many Asgardians visibly softening to him as he spoke.
But appointing you to be one of Asgard’s eight rulers?
No. No no no. This could not be happening. You didn’t belong here, didn’t want that kind of responsibility.
Judging by the way people keep congratulating you, it definitely is happening. You barely have an appetite, pushing your food around, eating small amounts whenever Thor prompts you to try this dish or that.
It had been a productive few hours for the other three newly instated rulers. Between them, they’d managed to hash out a plan for getting the other council members appointed. They’d even found time to draft a press release with Pepper, covering the events of the day. The world media would be taken aback. New Asgard had never released any information before. Along with the details of the election, Pepper had made sure to note that the new rulers would be willing to engage with journalists going forward to ensure transparency about what the kingdom was doing, but that they would not interact with any outlet that did not respect Asgardian privacy or engaged in hurtful gossip about them.
Apparently, the prince of another country, and his wife, had done something similar a few years prior.
You sit completely zoned out, a zombie. Utterly alone while surrounded by people. Geri and Freki lie protectively at your feet, aware that something is wrong.
Even Thor can sense that something is amiss. You’re paying no attention to him eating increasingly absurd portions. He even mentioned that he was getting full and you just nodded politely, a slightly vacant smile plastered to your face. You didn’t even try to touch his stomach, where it sat pressed up against the table.
Eventually, Sam manages to make his way over, whispering in Thor’s ear. You’re dimly aware that they’re talking about you, by the way Thor keeps glancing nervously in your direction.
“Let us go for a walk,” he said, standing up and tugging at your elbow. “Young Sam said that you look like you could do with some fresh air.”
Moving on autopilot you follow him, Geri and Freki loping along behind you. He leads you down to the beach, the sun setting in the distance as Thor gently maneuvers you into sitting down on a driftwood log.
“Are you quite alright?” Thor asked, running his fingers up your bare arms as he crouched awkwardly in front of you. “You seem distant, distracted.”
“This is all just very overwhelming,” you said, looking at your hands where they rested in your lap.
“I agree, much has happened today. We can return home, if you wish?”
“Why did you appoint me to the council?” you whispered, voice shaking. “I don’t know if I’ll still be here in ten years. What if we split up? I don’t belong here, I’m not Asgardian. I don’t want this responsibility, I’m not qualified, I don’t want to do this.”
Thor’s heart sank and he let out a sad sigh, finally sitting on the soft sand, his hefty stomach making it hard to keep his balance while he crouched. He’d done it again. He’d thought only of what he wanted and hadn’t consulted you. He’d upset you, ruining your evening.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, tipping your chin up to make you look at him. “That was thoughtless and selfish of me, I should have consulted you before announcing my plan. Today has been trying for you, and you were already anxious and upset. I’m truly sorry for burdening you further.”
“I know you didn’t mean to Thor, but I’m so scared and sad.”
“Oh my love, no. I really am such an oaf,” Thor said sadly, pulling you into the small amount of lap he had left. If he kept on like this, he was going to really struggle to hold you like this soon.
He wants to kiss your lips, to kiss away all the hurt and worry he sees in your eyes, to kiss it better like his mother used to kiss his and Loki's scrapes and grazes. But he lets you bury your face in his shoulder. All he can do is cuddle you while you cry, chest heaving against his, while he rubs little circles onto your back, mumbling apologies all the while.
“I’m so sorry. I never meant to upset you, to make you scared or anxious. I can see that I was mistaken, even though I only meant it as a good thing, as a compliment to your character and your intelligence. I truly know of no other in the whole of Asgard more capable than you, not even Brunnhilde,” Thor explained. “You are wise for one so young, and far more learned than any of us when it comes to this land we find ourselves in. Please, allow me to apologise unreservedly for the hurt I’ve caused. Allow me to make it right, allow me to pick another to serve in your place.”
You're so silent, shaking in his arms. It hurts Thor in a way he’s not felt since his father banished him. What if he's finally gone too far? What if this is the thing that pushes you away from him?
It scares him more than the thought of Thanos returning once more.
“A trial,” you said softly, as you raise your head.
“Pardon?” Thor asked.
“Until the end of the year, I will serve for a trial period. But if at the end of that time, I still don’t want to do it, then you must replace me, without any reservations.”
“Of course, of course. Are you absolutely sure?”
“No,” you admit. “But I am willing to try. I trust you. I trust you not to force me into anything I can’t handle. I’m humbled that you and your people have accepted me, and are prepared to give me this chance. I know it’s a great honour. So I will try to repay that trust that you have, I will try to serve Asgard, even if it doesn’t come easily to me.”
“No one who seeks power or has it come easily to them should ever be allowed to wield it,” Thor noted, rubbing his nose against yours. “Thank you, my love for agreeing to try this. I will honour your request should you change your mind at any point. I admit, I was scared that I had lost you, that my foolishness had driven you away.”
“You’ll have to do more than that to get rid of me,” you laughed wetly, wiping your face on the back of your hand.
“That’s good news, although I hope never to test that theory,” Thor told you, relieved. “Do you wish to return to the hall? I’m sure you could persuade me to have some more wine and sweet treats. As you can see, I am not quite at capacity,” Thor teased, moving your hands under his tunic to touch his taut tummy.
“I think I would like to head home. I’m emotionally exhausted and I just want to faceplant into your tummy and go to sleep.”
“Also an excellent plan,” Thor admitted, standing up with your still in his arms.
“I’m not too tired to walk,” you tried to insist, looking down at your bemused dogs as they trailed alongside the gentle giant carrying you.
“I know that, I just wanted to hold onto you some more.”
Thor’s going to be extra affectionate for the next little while, still reeling from the feeling of almost losing you. Now he finally has something to lose again, he’s resolutely determined not to let it happen.
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Well not sort of, he is an asshole. But a RELATABLE asshole.
The story sort of drops you in 6 months after the mysterious and tragic (and traumatic) death of his mother Marie, who was a scientist alongside her husband and Oliver's step father Jon at a lab that specializes in physics mainly.
They were working on a machine with an unstable particle that caused a..tear so to speak, in the fabric of dimensional space and she got torn into tiny little bits. :3
But apparently before this occurred, Marie was in contact with an alien race called clowns 🤡 (really they are interdimensional traveling amoebas that take the shape of humanoid clowns lol)
One of which pops up in Oliver's life completely unexpectedly for no foreseeable reason and her name is Dindet and she is absolutely precious.
Basically its a saga and each book ranges in about 30k to 50k words. The first book centers around Oliver learning about this weird alien houseguest and also the immediate fallout of the death of his mom because surprise surprise! His biological dad who is a terrible abusive fucktard rolls back into his life with the intent to take custody of Oliver and that is no good!
The entire arch Oliver's goes through is literally the title of the series. Basically learning to be caring and compassionate while ALSO dealing with grief and interdimensional shenanigans.
One of the things I found really fun (it was unintentionally done but now I like it so its intentional now.) Is that each book roughly represents the 5 stages of grief.
As the first one is anger. Oliver is mostly passed the fuck off that this dumb alien clown sauntered into his life and thought it would be neat to CARE about him like he was a PERSON with FEELINGS. Irrationally angry, because he blames her for the loss of his mom (i mean so does his dad who goes through the stages of grief slightly slower than Oliver does) and uses her as a personal emotional punching bag until he realizes that SHE got his bio dad to concede his appeal for custody via literally stalking him and making him so paranoid that he was deemed an unfit parent >:3
All the while too, as the main focus is on the two characters of Oliver and Dindet, there is a background plot leading up to the second, third, and fourth (possibly up to 6 books) of the clown authorities looking for Dindet. And also the checkovs gun that is his neighbor.
The second book is mostly erring in the bargaining side of the coin for Oliver while Jon goes through his stage of anger. Oliver learns more about Dindet but doesn't quite trust her as she is clearly hiding information and KNOWS his mom. But she won't talk. Meanwhile, his neighbor working on a completely different project gets his hands on some clown matter and goes apeshit with it to build his energy machine.
We also learned more about the type of person Dindet is, which is naive and caring but also incredibly self destructive and reckless. By far a major people pleaser with huge self love issues. While Oliver is more of a "i don't give a shit what you think" though its more a facade he puts on to protect himself from rejection :/ he is far more comfortable in his own skin but external factors can make him freak out a little and he is terrible at talking to people.
It culminates when the project Jon solicited Dindet's assistance in is wreck by her own hands and Oliver's growth completely backtracks to the point that he finally manages to get our clown to leave (only for her to be clownknapped by his whole ass fucking neighbor to be used as the conduit to his energy machine)
And yeh, Ols almost immediately regrets his actions (though at first its more denial that she actually left) especially when he catches his neighbor using her as fuel for his machine to the point that all her fucking matter is completely burned away via electrical current! >:3
THEN Oliver gets to the depression arch >:3 (i haven't written this part yet so its up in the air atm)
Basically, with his mom dead and now the only person who could reasonably be considered his friend ALSO Basically dead, Ols falls into this really bad streak of just walking backward in his grief. Anger, denial, bargaining, the whole shebang. But THIS time the lab and the government AND the secret clown police are all in cahoots to cover up what happened at the lab and to do that they need to get rid of Ols and his dad to allow their plot to work. (Will be revealed later)
So throughout the first two books I've been alluding to the leader of the clowns via Dindet's ostensible paranoia and their name is Smile. They have underlings though and one is named Poppy. So the clowns get into the lab and convince Jon to send his son to a treatment facility for therapy under the thin veil that it will protect them from the repercussions of the machine. Oliver is not to upset about this though because he has been to therapy before from his past with his bio dad.
Except obviously the clowns don't want to actually help anyone. Their goal is to wear my boy down until he ready to die because- did I mention this was middle grade??
Anyways. This particular book I want to develop my potential romance between Douglass (Oliver's kid neighbor) and Ols and also deconstruct Oliver's personality via flashbacks that parallel the events in the story so we understand why he reacts the way he does to things and also i think it would be neat that the clowns technically succeed in their plan to draw out Dindet the wanted criminal by using the person she cares most about against her. By making him want to die!!
Then! For the next book, I'm planning on having more clown infiltration, more bonding between my children and romance between my boys because oooohhh boy am I gonna have fun tearing everyone apart when the real fucking deal Smile shows up and fucks shit up. Smile is my main villian and a veru fun and manipulative one at that. She uses Oliver to get to Dindet and eventually catches the both of them, revealing clowns to the entire world right before snatching them back to the home base the Cornucopia.
This is where we learn all the information we have been wanting and building up to about Dindet >:3
She is a criminal because she has Essentially tied a doomed universe to the Cornucopia in a never ending time loop because she is so heckin big that every time that universe is torn apart, she jumps back in time and DIES in order to recreate it. (She's the big bang yo)
That isn't the only reason though. Oliver comes to learn that his mom was FRIENDS with Smile. And Smile was the one who tore her apart in the machine scattering her subconscious in the literally timeless Cornucopia (time doesn't exist there so aging, death, anything like that is completely halted) and MARIE who has been half alive and omnipotent this whole fucking time has been trapped in the Cornucopia unable to see her family or child but fully able to see a know the infinitesimal inevitability of the destruction of his universe. So what does she do? She PULLS DINDET PUT OF THE ABYSS AND TELLS HER TO GO BE FRIENDS WITH HER KID TO KEEP THE TIME LOOP GOING.
And this has happened before. Like this book series is literally ONE (1) version of events that have been stacking up on top of eachother for millenia. The reason Dindet shows up in the first place is because she can partially see these past loops and the remnants of her love for Oliver keeps her coming back YO.
But while all this lovely information is being shared, Dindet is in clown jail and Oliver is treated as a pet to Smile. He tries to stage a break out and fails and what does Smile do? She turns him into a got damn monkey!
And uses him as literal fucking bait to a starving Dindet in order to justify her sentence (which is obviously death)
It almost works too, if it weren't for the fact that these two kids are BEST FRIENDS NOW and would legit die AND kill for eachother, Dindet pushes Oliver out of the Cornucopia (he is still a monkey boy btw) into his universe which inadvertently scatters him.
(A human person can enter the Cornucopia but if they leave, their molecular structure will destabilize in a slow and painful way until they literally are nothing left so that sucks)
This is where I want the next book to start tbh. Now back at home without his friend, as. A. Monkey. Oliver find that his entire home town is under lock down and strict control by the clowns who have now infiltrated the government and are putting plans forth to rebuild the SAME MACHINE his dad and Dindet built to bring about the destruction of the universe. (They want to do this because if they prevent Dindet from jumping back in time, they can end the time loop and get on with their lives)
So ols has to essemble a rag tag crew of Douglass and some other classmates and figure out that all the goop floating around belongs to Dindet (bruh. She is the size of the universe like. There is a lot of her to go around) and they can technically use it as gateways into other dimensions to gather an arsenal of GIANT BABY ANIMALS AND SQUIRREL BIRD CATS AND DRAWN TO LIFE ANYTHINGS so they can try to 1. Bring back our clown gal who is the key to fixing this and 2. Take on the now heavily fortified lab in order to get Olivers and Douglass's dads back.
All the while my boy is slowly dying >:3
Eventually, Oliver finds a way to get Dindet back but its at a cost :/ he tricks Smile into turning our clown organic to prevent her from being able to control any of her matter whatsoever and the cost of it is that Smile is VERY bad at making humans, so she basically traps Dindet in a catatonic meat sack that doesn't have half the organs it needs to function properly :/
To make her not be organic anymore they gotta uh..kill the tumor that is an organic half body (which yes, does have nerve endings) which eventually allows Dindet to be 100% clown again.
They break into the lab, but its basically too late. Reality is fractured and the multiverse is imploding in on itself and in the midst of all of this, Ols and Dindet are careening through the vacuum of an entirely empty space, dying of starvation and scattering and the only option left is to jump back in time to start the loop over again.
It is heartfelt and it is good and pure and the last moments they share together perfectly bring this loop together because in the VERY FIRST BOOK Oliver asks why Dindet came and she says "you asked me to."
And their last moments together he asks her to come back for him. Like I CANNOT yall!!
But that isn't the end. Yet.
The real end is after they die and the universe begins and a single hand pushes through the stars and pulls out a little orange bean. And it's Marie, pulling Dindet put of the Abyss this universe that is so intrinsically tied to the Cornucopia that it literally creates all the fucking clowns.
Its not supposed to be destroyed. And the reason eveeything falls into place so perfectly and things always go the same way is because ita already been seen and already been narrated. By Marie.
The WHOLE ASS SERIES IS IN THIRD PERSON OMNISCIENT BUT ITS ACTUALLY NOT. Its first person. Narrated by Marie.
Dindet knows Marie because she pulled her out of the Cornucopia. Clowns exist because Dindet was told by Oliver that she was and looked like a clown. The entire ass UNIVERSE exists because Oliver and Dindet are the fucking building blocks of life.
All of Olivers character actions and growth and eventual love (platonic) for Dindet shape their futures and all of it started because a mom was so concerned and guilty about leaving her kid in such a time of need that she would rather start the world over than see him suffer.
So..themes.
Throughout the series there are heavy HEAVY parallels between Dindet and Marie (partly because Dindet is a parrot and almost all her actions and reactions mimmick things that she has seen and the first person she met who wasn't out to kill her was Marie) but also because Dindet is the conduit through which Marie vicariously lives out the rest of Oliver's fleeting life with him.
There is even a point where Oliver genuinely questions whether or not Dindet actually IS his mom (she isn't obviously)
One of the themes I really love about this series is that compassion, unconditional love and care is deserving to even the most obstinant. Oliver isn't easy to love. He actively makes it very hard for anyone who could be a peer (even his own dad sometimes) to care about him. He constantly pushes people away to safeguard himself from potential harm and it takes three fucking books ROUGHLY 200,000 words to get this boy to understand what unconditional love can do.
How it can help with the grieving process, and help you become a more compassionate person toward others.
And also how your actions affect others!!
Like i said, Dindet is a parrot, she can read your mind (if she wanted to) but what she sees she incorporates into her own thoughts and as a reflection, Olivers harsh words and actions, even the most simple kind are recorded and even amplified. He is MEAN to Dindet. He makes fun of her often and gets angry with her and calls her stupid and she internalizes that immediately and it has an immediate affect on how she views herself. Oliver doesn't even think of this as something that happens until much later in the story! And gradually he grows past it and becomes more considerate and affirming toward Dindet and Douglass as a result.
And the way things matter. Oh. Every little detail matters in this story up to seemingly inconsequential continuity errors! Foreshadowing is everywhere from the first fucking sentence to the last because the things the characters do and say to eachother are simultaneously current and in the past all at once and no one knows which is which.
Someone got hurt? There are consequences, even unforseen ones. Dindet loses her hat. It is the most precious thing she owns and is a huge comfort item for her. Oliver asked where she got it? A friend gave it to her.
OLIVER MAKES HER A NEW HAT AFTER SHE LOSES IT. He is the FRIEND that gave it to her.
Almost everything in this story has parallels and consequences and twists and turns and outcomes that are wildly unpredictable (up until now because I've just spoiled the entire fucking plot but who cares!!)
Like...this is my baby. I care SO MUCH about this story and the characters in it that when I think about certain scenes I legitimately start crying.
I can't wait to publish the first book yall. I'm planning on publishing it either through a publisher or self publish, and maybe make a comic even? Idk. I just i really think people would like my dumb absurd story about clowns and I wish i could just spout about it 24/7...it breaks my heart that no one will listen.
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Writing Accountability
Yo! I’ve got this down now, third time!
A note before we begin: links will be the FFN, however all of my works are archived at AO3 as well and all the multi-chaptered works are also archived at Wattpad both under crochetaway.
Factor Z
Hermione/Thorfinn
10 years post-war. Voldemort wins. Marriage law is passed. Hermione is matched to Thorfinn Rowle, Death Eater, Head of the Aurory, and Hermione’s attempted murderer twice over. Thorfinn is made to set aside his pureblood wife and marry the Ministry’s top arithmancer and a Mudblood per order of the Dark Lord. Marriage Law. DARK. Heed the triggers inside.
Chapter 25 to be posted this week and Chapter 26 will go up on Hermione’s birthday! Then Factor Z will be done!
Midnight Tasting
Lucius/Hermione/Severus
An encounter with Lucius Malfoy during the war leaves Hermione wanting more. When Lucius tracks her down after the war, Hermione is surprised to find he wants more. And just what is going on with Severus Snape? A story with more lemons than plot.
Chapter 12 is up! Chapters 13-15 are completely written! I’ll be posting Chapter 13 tomorrow and Chapters 14 & 15 the following two weeks. This story will be completed before October!
Muggle Hunt
Hermione/Thorfinn
Every Muggle-Repelling Charm in wizarding Britain falls. The wizarding society collapses. Hermione finds herself hunted and alone, when she stumbles across the first wizards she’s seen in months. A story of how sometimes our worst enemies become our allies. Heed the warnings inside.
Chapter 5 is still not written. I hope to work on it this week, but I’m prepping for a long vacation and may not get to it. Consider a possible hiatus for this story until I get back from my trip in October.
Beaters Will Beat
Various
This collection will contain all of my entries into the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition. I’m Beater 1 for the Pride of Portree.
A new one just went up to this collection!
Rollin’ Rollin’ Rollin’
Hermione/Various
A collection of drabbles from the Hermione’s Haven FB group Roll-a-Drabble monthly event. All works featuring Hermione Granger in a variety of settings with a variety of partners.
Expect updates here monthly near the third weekend of the month. The only months that aren’t located here is the month they did cross-overs (since I don’t write them/don’t feel comfortable enough with any other fandom to write one) and the one I turned into a 9-chapter fic (which you can find here.)!
Figure It Out
Hermione/Draco
Hermione Granger runs into someone surprising the summer after the Final Battle. When Draco Malfoy and she form a pact to help keep her safe from an overzealous local Hermione swears it's just a summer fling. Draco has other plans though.
This was written for Strictly Dramione’s Summer Fling - Back to Hogwarts Fest and just went live this week! This is a complete one-shot, although long, clocking in at over 10k words!
Dark Consequences
Various
A new fic based on this Tumblr prompt.
Hoping to begin posting by the end of the year! It’s clocking in at a whopping 31 chapters thus far and may get longer as the writing continues. There’s also a sequel planned to this one. ;-)
The Grey
Hermione/Sirius
Twenty-three years after the Second Wizarding War, Hermione Granger-Weasley works as an Unspeakable for the Department of Mysteries. Her children are both in Hogwarts, and her ex-husband has been remarried for almost ten years. One of her assignments brings someone back from the dead. Someone who shouldn’t be there. Someone who could very well tear the fabric of time if he stayed.
I haven’t started writing this fic again, probably won’t until I get back from my trip. I do plan to get the entire thing written before I begin posting though.
Untitled Dramione
Hermione/Draco
Many, many moons ago I posted both here and in the Strictly Dramione FB group about the worst lines/cliches/overused phrases/tropes in the Dramione Fandom. I got almost 100 responses. This fic is slowly being written to incorporate all of those into one very long one-shot. I was planning for it to be funny. So far, it’s not, but I still think it will be good. Because it’s also not trying to be funny, despite the use of every cliche the Strictly Dramione group could throw at me. Maybe that’s the bigger challenge?
I’ve taken time off from this fic because I need to plot it and haven’t had time to do that. However, I’m still hoping to post something before the end of the year, despite the fact that it’s turning into a longer fic then I had originally planned for.
Another Fest Piece
I can’t say much more about this, however, I’m working on another long (over 50k words) fest piece to begin posting within the next few months and completed or mostly completed by the end of the year. I’ll be able to cross-post and reveal it a few months into 2019.
I’ve finally begun working on this fic again! I have to have 50k written and posted by the end of the year and I’m at 25k right now. So hoping to focus more on this fic in the next month or so.
And Another Fest Piece
This one will be a multi-chapter fic, I’m hoping to keep it about 20-30k. The fest ends at the end of the year and at least part of it will be posted by then with the reveal happening a few months into 2019.
This one is plotted, but I won’t begin writing until I’m back from my trip.
And Yet Another Fest Piece
This fic I’ve plotted and will be less than 10k. I’m hoping to write it this month, as it’s due as soon as I get back from my trip!
I think that’s it for this week!
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August 2021
1 - morning walk with ness mendel to palm hills. my dumb ass decided to do a bit of run. my heart was screaming by the time we hiked lol. continued with some youtube dance work out at mess. had kanayam as always. the fish and chicken somehow tasted even better than usual. afternoon nap. had muesli and simba again.
2 - a hectic BP slash usila slash mtbs day with dr arief. Tried sop bebek h syafei and sate bandeng. Worked out w renata to a 20 mins pilates vid and 2 madfit songs and one 5 min stretch. Dinner was tofu soun seaweed and egg soup courtesy of renata. And baked banana with ovomaltine lolll im so grateful friends give me food.
3 - in usila today but turns out theres still one more day of vaccine in kantor kecamatan, so nessa and i went. We screened together w dr arief. Finished at about 2 pm. Can finaly eat at like 3ish after getting to the mess. Felt a bit of headache and my nose starts to go runny. So i slept. But my nose was so blocked. So i asked renata for her boiled noodle. Felt a bit better. Cleared my nose. Slept.
4 - it did feel better, finally. The soreness i felt in my abs yesterday gets worse today lmao. BP w nessa. orientation w dr harnis. talked ngalor ngidul about love life et cetera at our room lol
5 - fasted today. sahur was rice, crispy mushroom and abon since i felt sick of eating egg. it seems that love life talk continued today at BP w dr anggi. printed stuff at kubang wates. bought kepak bandeng at RM tajuk and some snacks in indomaret. turns out Prof gave me one more ppt to do, for PIT. and the manuscript deadline is on the 8th :) immediately started doing something about it since now i know ppt and word making rly takes time
6 - muesli and pizza from alfia for bfast. vaccine today w dr lutfi. talked with kang ade and turns out he lived in kalideres before lol. bought don’s burger for dinner and ate it with fried egg.
7 - MTBS today. got a lot of free food. read stranger than friends. went to transmart w nessa to buy stuff. did the word for Prof’s PIT topic acompanied with lofi study on the tv accompanied with nescafe latte. taste kinda.. weird.
8 - ran a bit today, alone. bought nasi uduk for 5000 and i added scrambled egg. continued the word and finished it at like 11 am. sent it. relaxed for a bit. read black mirror. lunch was from labbaik but things went shit and i ended up paying 72k lol. printed document stuff w nessa and went to palm hills in the golden hour. ate together w the gals. played scrabble and talked a bit with fianti until almost 11 pm.
9 - had left over chicken and pizza for bfast. usila today and the patients came back to back. bought kanayam while waiting for 2 pm. slept. did (so little) work of ECMOCARD SAP. im so research dumb.
10 - had steak and rice and renata’s veggie soup for bfast. vaccine today at vivo near intermedia with teh dian. waited for a mother with 9cm dilatation in ugd with nessa, but it took so long so i went back first. met up with atikah at o seven lmao. she arrived at like 12 and waited at palm wates. tried carbonara sphagetti (yum! but not fulfilling enough) and fried tofu. slept early and i probably passed out at like 930 pm. atikah was talking w ratnaa and we’re talking about the day’s randomness of atikah’s customer that somehow lives in cilegon
11 - woke up late. drove motorbike around palmhills to sightsee a bit. bfast at nasi uduk place around the corner. did some ngambi-together in green wates, accompanied by atikah’s 2 songs, repeated many times. went to mess. ate seafood in merak (a place near billiard cafe). got fish and shrimp. went to pulau kecil with pak asep’s help. walked around the tiny island. saw a monkey. the waters surprisingly clear. and then after maghrib Prof asked me about the ppt lol. so i hurriedly made it and emailed it, with zoom sesh 2mrw
12 - muesli for bfast. a hectic day today at bp x usila with dr lutfi (she went up for a bit for promkes). leftover kangkung and fish for lunch. hurriedly added some stuff to Prof’s ppt before the zoom sesh at 3. did 1 pamela reif vid and “attempted” her 10 min ab workout. dinner was soun and egg and renata’s veggie.
13 - vaccine day for ODGJ and special needs children ft. dr Arief. finished at like 10:15. bought discounted wingstop (86k for 20 piece). was about to send Prof’s ppt but turns out there’s a ppt from the sponsor. in english. so i had to mold the 2 ppt and do some translation. finally sent it, and the literature. the sponsor used a lot of old literature lol.
14 - wingstop and rice for bfast. mtbs today. no patient lmao. bu ningrum gave me cimol again! and a snack called selondok. waited out 2 pm with nessa. there’s a mom that came with upper abdominal pain. it did not improve after ranitidine, so she was referred. mom dad etc came to cilegon. i vacuumed. bujing lia had itches within like 15 mins of entering my room :(( lol. since the bed was put out, renata and i slept in yoga mat lol. nessa went to damkar. but i dreamed of something that night.
15 - mom’s spaghetti for bfast. off to pulau besar at 7 am. walked around the island a bit. swam in pulau kecil. ate at saung bonang (<50k per person!). tidied up the hydrovacuumed bed. a 20 ish minute ab and glutes workout with renata. love life talk. accidentally turned on live video in cld lmao. talked with aisyah due to said live vid. gave some brownies and spaghetti to mendel lol. dinner was mom’s chicken, kentang balado and capcay.
16 - usila today. lots of patients with dizziness. ate mom’s chicken and spicy potato for lunch.
17 - free day today. picked up my towel from sodaqo laundry. nasi uduk for breakfast. lazed. washed my undies. lunch was meat soup made by renata. watched run bts while eating indomie. watched extreme job (quite hilarious). filled my logbook. slept at like 12 am
18 - spaghetti for bfast. no patient at kia. promkes about hypertension. some patients at igd today. my mistake today was not realizing the pneumonia on a 8months patient with severely dehydrated diarrhea :( there’s also a 4 yo child whose fever did not improve after like 3 hrs and pct and compress. i have to be better :(. lunch was kanayam. bought chatime together with ness tri. tried lychee milk tea and the taste did not combine well at all. imagined better productivity with nessa even though its less likely to happen lmaooo
19 - fasted and had nongshim carbonara dry ramen for sahur. BP today. Almost bought martabak but its just keBMan on my part.
20 - vaccine day today. Filled logbook. went to mess and went back again to cibeber through the rain when i was called by the teteh. Helped the delivery (the mcroberts, to be exact), and got some hecting. The midwives were rly kind :) ness ren were sleeping so i got some silence for myself. It was nice. Tidied some stuff and slept
21 - mtbs. Whatsapp class for pregnant woman abt c19 vaccine. Bought martabak hokky medium (50k,green tea, chocolate, ceres and cheese). Turns out alfia also bought martabak assen. Fried mom's chicken and ate it with renata's porridge. Movie night, watched under the gods 1 along with popcorn
22 - woke up kinda late if i wanted to run, but the weather was cloudy and nice, so i went out at 7:15ish. ran a bit towards KS complex behind mess. walked through a jogging track, empty houses, krakatau bike park. played badminton with tri. washed undies. ate mom’s food for bfast slash lunch. napped a bit. off to o seven, bringing mom’s brownies. ordered green tea latte (25k), it tasted sweet and i had to remind myself that its not matcha lol. did some logbook and literature search for prof’s ppt. ate renata’s broccoli. folded clothes. tried nessa’s scarlett scrub. put on some lotion. mask. turned on fianti’s candle (smells rly nice and calming!). vcall with fi, scrabble and some talks. and suddenly its 11pm
23 - usila today. quite a lot of patients, so much that i was thirsty. dr yanti called since she needs some preskas docx. lol so sudden. bought mizone and dimsum kuy (10.5k with gofood pickup promo). the dimsum was good and fulfilling. didnt do anything else much in the mess. read a painter behind the curtain. it was rly rly good. all the characters made sense and had great insight. some are assholes (im looking at u, Raymond). ate the keripik mom bought from sidimpuan. first time actually trying it. its actually not that spicy lmao i used to think its the spiciest thing in the world. banana, brownies and protein shake for din din.
24 - empty KIA today. no promkes. or UGD patients. some mentoring on preeclampsia by dr Arif. went to BNI but turns out our card havent been activated yet. cooked mom’s sphagetti sauce (thats not enough amount) along with egg and cheese. yum. had banana brownies and protein for dinner. started trial to blinkist
25 - BP today. reasonable amount of patients, accompanied by blinkist. tried ngikan by gofood pickup (17.5k). i still prefer kanayam’s fish and nasi liwet. a pregnant woman came to UGD. so i went back at like 7 pm, but turns out the mom went back home lmao. mas apit said i shouldve contacted him. point taken. so a nicely lit cafe along the way to pkm called Serada, so i tried it. It has industrial vibes. Got latte (25k). did some logbook. Read some blinks in bed
26 - vaccine today. Both screening and getting moderna lol. My arm hurts. So far no fever. bought roti O croissant and the usual coffee bread for 12k using gofood. Watched weathering with you. Turned on the candle. Read blinks
27 - arm hurts. but thankfully its mtbs. slept while waiting until 2. kanayam sambal matah for lunchie. finally took PCT that solved my headache and incoming fever and arm pain bcs i dont want to stumble while on the motorbike. watched harry potter #1. washed clothes and filled some logbook, powered by left over serada latte. need to sleep so i wont wake up late 2mrw
28 - mass vaccination in SMP RJ with mendel kak esa. 800ish patients. Lots of food and snacks and coffee. Picked up by mom and dad. Slept on the way. And like magic, when i open my eyes im at the airport. Basking in the silence of my room
29 - relaxed. Moms nasgor for bfast. Met up with atikah puy in kopi sedjenak. Tried their croffle with nutella. Went to racheels since its her online grad day. There were also sil and dev. Lotsss of food was eaten that day. Doughnuts, moms brownies, fruits, phd bigbox. Atikah and puy also came along to racils. Had lots of fun talk.
30 - sahur. Off to cilegon. A bit of road fixture was going on. Stopped in the rest area since i wanted to pee. KIA/ugd today. There was a patient who had an accident with a truck. Her nails were falling off. I panicked when Prof asked for his ppt so i hurriedly finished it. Had moms chicken for iftar. Fell asleep after maghrib
31 - usila. Renata fried bakwan and tofu and fish and chicken. Lotsss of fries yum. We played with makeup and ness set up her ling light. I imitated jks tattoo using eyeliner lol. Did the word for Prof. Jk went live for his bday!! I listened until i fell asleep (lol hes still going)
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heya! hope you're doing well!! i hope it isnt a bother to ask, but i love your writing and was wondering if you had anything sterek in the works at the moment that we should all be looking forward too?
Hello! asks like this are never a bother! i love talking about my wips (maybe it’ll encourage me to finish one lol)
I have a ton of wips right now:
-hs au: This fic is going to be the next I post. It’s at 30k, and i think it’s moving towards being finished? 40-50k? (probably closer to 50k, i know myself :P) The idea came out of a road trip conversation my sister and I had about how werewolves and Packs were treated so poorly in the show. And I was talking about how Talia was like the Super Alpha or Lead Alpha over these other Packs, and wouldn’t it be cool if like the 5 Packs of the Pacific NW were like bffs and had this yearly summit or something where Talia, Satomi, Deucalion, Kali, and Ennis all got together, and their Packs were all friends, so like Derek grew up with all these other Packs and everyone got along and it was really tight.
So, in this fic, Hales are alive, Talia is the Lead Alpha, and Derek is close to his Pack (which contains Erica, Boyd, Isaac, Danny, Jackson, Allison, Liam and the various siblings I gave them, like I made up a smart-assed sister for Danny), but also good friends with ppl in other Packs, like Ethan and Aiden from Duke’s Pack and Brett from Satomi’s Pack. Derek hangs out with his grandma and Boyd’s grandma all the time playing cards, and Jackson is his cousin (Peter’s kid, and that’s a headcanon you’ll have to pry from my cold, dead hands lol). Derek works with Peter to become the Pack researcher/lorist while Laura is gonna be the Alpha.
But mostly, that’s just bg context bc the fic is about how Derek has this huge crush on Stiles even though he never talks to him bc werewolves don’t date outside of the Pack. So, he tries to ignore his crush (spoiler alert, it doesn’t work) and Stiles gets wrapped up in some supernatural stuff bc he’s poking his nose in where it doesn’t belong and learns about werewolves. So, it’s a big debacle, but it gives Derek and Stiles a reason to hang out, and Stiles asks him all sorts of questions about being a ww and eventually starts researching with him.
-speakeasy au: yes, one day i will post the sequel lol it’s over 30k rn and will probably be close to 100k, just bc i got so much i wanna do with it and omg i love that universe so much.
some highlights of the sequel will include: stiles at columbia and befriending theo (which just spells trouble), jennifer is the new singer at the speakeasy bc cora’s at school (talk about trouble...), stiles and derek arguing bc they can’t figure out the distance thing, deucalion is the new werewolf mob boss in town messing stuff up and peter gets involved in a turf war that derek and his pack gets drawn into, stiles gets allison to help him try to take down peter to free derek from his clutches, parrish comes to them looking for answers bc he doesn’t know what he is and he’s been working as a circus act and he takes a liking to erica, scott gets bitten by a rogue alpha, a well-deserved holiday for derek and stiles where they can be alone and have a romantic weekend...
-medieval au: bc of my phd in medieval lit and my obsession with got, i thought i should write a medieval fic lol so i’ve got around 12-15k of this one written. the sheriff is the king and the country ends up in a war. the other side kills claudia and tries to kill stiles, so the sheriff/king sends him into hiding when he’s 6 yo. he sends them north to lady mccall’s manor bc her husband was one of the king’s most trusted knights who died in the early days of the war, and he puts stiles’ life into the trust of the hales, sir edmund, the captain of his honor guard, and lady talia, queen claudia’s best friend and trusted attendant. stiles grows up under the name “stiles” and no one except the mccalls and hales know his identity. derek is training to be a knight. he, scott, and derek’s older brother will be stiles’ personal protection when he becomes king. the story starts when stiles is almost 18. he’s in love with derek, and derek loves him, but they are stupid and refuse to admit their love bc of duty and propriety etc. eventually due to angst and obvious actions that prove their feelings, they get together while still living up north and pledge their love to one another.
but then stiles turns 18 and moves back to the castle, and suddenly his life is completely different. he continues to carry on his relationship with derek, but it’s difficult. then stiles has to marry princess allison argent for political reasons, so stiles and derek break up and allison and stiles get married. stiles tries to make his marriage work, but it’s pointless bc he will only ever love derek. derek goes to war, gets hurt and almost dies, and stiles realizes he doesn’t care about anyone but derek.
lots of angst and pining and trying to make it work with other ppl and not being able to be together and being together in secret, but there is a happy ending for everyone involved (including my bb allison). i just wanted to see a medieval fic where they couldn’t be together so it had to be all in secret after reading some accounts of kings’ secret male lovers throughout history.
-domestic: yes, there will be another long one where derek is pregnant with gil that i keep promising. i’m just lazy with that fic lol it’s around 15k too i think. basically, derek surprise! gets pregnant, so everyone has to deal with pregnant derek. isaac starts nesting alongside derek and like brings him casseroles and helps make him cozy, evie gets convinced her brother is going to be a tadpole or fish and so tells her teacher her daddy is pregnant with a fish and sets up a fishbowl for gil to live in, patrick takes his big brother and future alpha responsibilities really seriously and gets bullied at school, and stiles is building his magic herb shop.
-cheating au: not derek cheats on stiles or v/v, but derek is married to kate and cheats on her with stiles. i’ve always wanted to read a fic where this happened, with a secret affair with hotel sex hookups and car blowjobs and it’s all kinda shady and starts out as like derek going to gay clubs and he meets stiles and starts watching stiles and his boyfriend but then ends up having sex with stiles and even though it’s supposed to be just sex, derek falls in love with him. happy, way too-fairytale ending, i’m sure. this one i’m not even sure i’ll ever post just bc i’m afraid ppl will send me nasty comments XDDD
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