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I would to know more about the untitled-Jamie-blue-screen fic, if you wanted to share anything about it : )
Hello terrifyingly talented friend! I am happy to share!!
So this fic started rolling while I was writing 'i learned to walk while he was away', - that story explores some of the 'unseen' effects of Jamie's experiences, specifically what his relationship to expressions of violence (even when positively channelled) might be after growing up with an angry man. The 'untitled-Jamie-blue-screen-day' fic (which is technically 'redacted-title-Jamie-blue-screen-day' fic, I'm a fairly changeable person and the title's redacted purely because it's still subject to possible [who knows, not me] change) is another exploration of some of the 'unseen' or more accurately 'undeveloped' parts of Jamie's psyche that canon skips over.
Specifically, the symptoms of depression he displays in 3x11 Mom City.
I'm a card carrying member of the 'Jamie has multiple missing diagnoses' bandwagon and know first hand what a horrifyingly tricky combo neurodivergence and clinical depression can be.
I use a lot of metaphors to describe/understand the complexities of mental health- when I was studying it, when I'm teaching it and yea when I'm thinking about my own brain :)
Most of the metaphors are computer based- product of the times I guess.
The untitled-title 'blue screen day' is how I unaffectionately refer to the days when that horrifyingly tricky combo decides to be extra horrifying and extra tricky and causes total system overload. The days when you forget how to be a person. That 'blue screen' blink feeling of not functioning, but then it's not momentary, it's not a blink, it doesn't go away. You're seeing with your eyes sure, but you're not really seeing and they don't really feel like your eyes. You exist in your body yes, but do you really exist? Is it actually your body?
(To use plain language; it's a brief and intense episode of severe burn-out, typically bought on by cognitive and/or sensory overload, but sometimes seemingly spontaneous [clinical!].)
So that's what I gave Jamie, a blue-screen-day (sorry buddy).
But I also gave him Roy! And a smoothie! He'll be okay.
(Essentially the story is the idea that sometimes things don't have solutions or answers or a quick and easy fix. Sometimes all you can do is be. Sometimes all you can do to help is be there.)
The fic really is gentle hours, I swear.
#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!!#jamie lives in my brain#i loved him for yonks but after the boot room scene in 3x11 the guy has lived in my head#he sits sideways in a chair and kicks footballs at my amygdala while scream singing 'the chain'#i don't know what to do about that#other than fic i guess?#anyway if he's gonna live in my head i'm gonna poke him with a stick (depression [??]) and see what happens#OH HEY ALSO- I absolutely take (and crave) roses#I am dragon hoarding them because they make me feel happy to look at :) I WILL GET BETTER ABOUT ACTUALLY USING THEM WHOOPS#THANK YOU AGAIN FRIEND!#fic: untitled-jamie-blue-screen-day#ask box is always open#i still have no idea when this thing'll be done#it's nearly finished!#just needs a few more scenes then a couple edit swipes to make it more cohesive#readwing#jamiesfootball#ted lasso#jamie tartt#NEARLY FORGOT WARNINGS AGAIN YIKES#cw: depression#cw: mental health#writing tag
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the thing about royjamie is that they are Not drift compatible. their drift would be so fucking volatile they'd get in each others brains and accidentally kill themselves and everyone else in the building. this is my favorite thing about them.
#beebles#royjamie#ted lasso#jamie tartt#roy kent#been thinking about pacrim au mmmmuchly#i think roykeeley would be Pretty compatible but not quite#i think the three of them could make it but there would be many incidents. lives lost#they stand a shot with the three of them#i think maybe jamiekeeley are volatile in a different sort of way#especially if it's in his s1 asshole era but if it's s3 jamie OBVIOUSLY they're making it work#sort of. they're giving it a go anyway#i still think their best shot is all three of them together#i also think roy would never ever ever submit himself to drifting with someone he barely knows#even keeley would be pushing it#oh you want in my brain? you want to know all the humiliating things i want and feel and have done??? you want to know me???#fuck no and fuck you for asking#if the three of them were drifting i think it'd open up a lot of new interesting dynamics also#roy relies on the drift to get across his thoughts and feelings and jamiekeeley are like#girl you cannot rely on brain telepathy. you have to talk to us#(he would rather not)#every time he talks he ends up sticking his foot in his mouth#but every time they drift they can just see and feel what he's thinking and feeling#also keeley would need 200% more keeley time#she and roy just lived together and worked in the same building and she couldn't hang#can you imagine if they shared the same BRAIN??#i think drifting is like catnip for keeley she loves it but it's also theeeee scariest most mortifying thing#but we know she loves vulnerability tho and there's nothing more vulnerable#i can't keep secrets from you you've literally been in my brain and i've been in yours you know things about me even i don't#idk how jamie would feel about drifting tbh....
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RAMONA FLOWERS. THE ORIGINAL OF THIS MEME PERHAPS
#sorry scott pilgrim takes off has broken my brain and now me n jamie are sitting on the floor in the living room#reading the comics on their ipad#so this is where i'm at now. emotionally#scott pilgrim#ifer rambles#also i was thinking of changing subs to exes but then i'd have to edit it even more to have the right number of exes#and well frankly i couldn't be fucked#anywah
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Apprenticember! Day 7
Let’s go back to their physical description, but go even deeper! Do they have tattoos, piercings, scars, etc? What sort of clothes do they like?
Jamie has several scars all over their body (they used to be super clumsy in the earliest months after coming back to life), but the most evident is definitely the one they have on their left arm.
Both Jamie and Asra hate talking about it, but this also happend because of an accident.
At that time Jamie had a lot of troubles regulating his magic and its strenght, and after this particular accident Asra almost stopped trying to teach him magic altogether because of how bad it scared him. It took a lot of time to convince him to give it another shot.
Interestingly enough that scar appeared in a pretty reminiscent spot.
Both Asra and Val fucking hate it.
#asra just stares blankly at the wall for several hours and then proceeds to pretend he doesn't see it#I can see val having a pretty bad reaction to it the first times he sees it#like he feels gutted and steps away probably raising his voice and ordering james to cover his arm#but jamie obviously doesn't know nor understands it's a reactiong coming from a place of trauma so he just assumes val must find it gross#I like the idea of julian straight up being brain empty and not realizing how kinda weird it is even tho he was lucio's private physician#live your best life jules don't worry#apprenticember#james apprentice#the arcana#my art#I'd like to make other days but I'm on the verge of a burnout because of work so this will probably be the last one or so I do oof
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Post-canon Kate gives Jamie a kiss on the cheek every once in a while. It's true, I'm SMG
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currently spinning an "it's a wonderful life" style 'ted, at his lowest and least confident, sees what would have happened if he never came to richmond' au in my brain that i'll never write
#or if he'd never been born at all but like im mostly just thinking about like#seeing the direct change in all the people he's grown to love#like. shit like rebecca getting more and more angry and cruel and ending up self destructing bc of it#jamie getting worse and more isolated and in pain#roy not working on ANY of his shit#and like. trent. god trent. retreating ever further into his shell#possibly still married to a woman and deeply deeply unhappy and isolating himself#etc etc like ted getting concrete evidence of all the good hes done of how he has actively made the lives of everyone around him better#and like ted losing confidence in himself--he was sent here to destroy the team and hes destroying so much--and then seeing this ??? ough#idk im just rotating it in my brain#like i dont have a concrete idea of what that woudl actually look like#hence why i probably wont write it but. ough#ted lasso tv#ted lasso
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next fic already percolating in the brain but I also need to decide what I'm doing for the big bang 🙃
#back to jamie pov my happy place#although I've loved living in Keeley's brain the past month <3#i've truly never been soooo inspired to write fanfic in my life#ted lasso has lit a fire under me for real#my writing
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I think my most incredibly lukewarm Starkid take is that the Very Potter Musicals have aged like milk and I just don't really like them as a whole, HOWEVER-
I have and will be thinking about
"Now TWO people are mad at meeeeeeeeeeeee"
For the rest of my natural lifespan
#in general i think that even the weakest starkid shows are still littered with individual gems#and thats very much based on personal taste but even when i dont end up liking a show i still crack up so fucking hard at certain scenes#all the stuff with voldemort and quirrel is hysterical#“i cant read!” from Ani lives in my brain even though i dont particularly like Ani#theres always something great somewhere and thats part of why i like them overall#“today we will be talking about the moon and it's effects on certain professors”#“JOEY RICK-TER IS CUH-RYING IN HERE!!!!!”#and “Blaraghraglarhg. I'm better now I'm drunk” also#it's always the delivery it's just so perfect. i haven't even watched mamd only clips but Jamie Lynn Beatty is legendary at joke delivery#starkid
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“SO,” Keeley starts, pacing back and forth in Roy’s living room. They’ve long since turned off Tom Hanks and his terrible hairstyle; she wasn’t really enjoying the film, but it was nice to have a calm night in. But now she feels like she’s mainlined a pot of coffee, as different media strategies flit through her head like code in The Matrix (another Roy pick for film night). “It was good of Bex to give you the heads up, as it gives us time to talk options.”
(R/K/J, past Jamie/Bex, Jamie might be Bex’s daughter’s father.)
#ted lasso#fic#jamie tartt#sorry to anyone who's here for things other than ted lasso fanfic#it is apparently where my brain lives now
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ted lasso ends in less than two hours and i genuinely have no idea how i'm gonna handle this
#ted lasso#i cannot stress enough#how unnaturally connected i am to this stupid football show#it has taken over my entire brain#my neurodivergent brain has just LATCHED it's grubby little hands on this show and its characters#HOW am i supposed to live without jamie tartt#or keeley#or trent???#my chest hurts#i'm not ready#tbf i never will be but y'all i'm really not ready#like honest to god i'm scared#this could end in so many ways and there's no way to make everyone happy but oh my god it could go SO badly#anyways!
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I think watching ted lasso 3x11 “mom city” permanently altered my brain chemistry. I can’t think of nothing fucking else.
went to a game of american football today (first time ever) with two friends and I had to use all of my willpower to not mention ted lasso all the time. oh, someone cheered for the opposite team? they did that in ted lasso! someone got hurt and had to be helped off the pitch? that happened in ted lasso! they’re substituting a player? guess what; happened in ted lasso!!!! they lost the game? in ted lasso they also lose a game! what are the fucking odds, huh
#it was me; i cheered for the opposite team#i thought it was nice to clap when they did something impressive#and jamie is still swimming around in my brain all the time#like lives there rent free now#ted lasso#help 😭#personal
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Just spent like 2 hours compiling a list of favorite baby names in alphabetical order for absolutely no reason and while avoiding many other responsibilities. What are the rest of us up to?
#I did not realize HOW MANY of my favorite names are welsh/gaelic like damn#I pride myself on good taste in names (and in general tbh) but there are a couple I'm like “hear me out”#And there are several I've loved for years/decades that I'd never or rarely heard used that became popular in the last 3 years#and that makes me so mad because NO. *I* found Juniper Rowan Briar and Tristan FIRST and they were GOOD#and now all the “hippie” whites who live in suburbs are using them!#RAUGHHH#my “hear me out”s are: Eris (I love it but goddess of chaos) Zelda (in a 20's way!) Dane (it just sounds nice) and the worst one#....Merchant (I usually hate profession names but I associate it with Merchant Ivory or Tamzyn Merchant [both inarguably cool names]#and my brain goes oooh)#Top picks for girls are Evangline (Evie) Juniper Mina Gwyn(eth)/Gwinna Josephine (Josie) Lilya Alwen Sylvie Enya and Niamh#Top picks for boys are Alder Tristan Jamie Warren Eire Asa Rowan Ewan/Owen/Owain Ellis and Jude#I like Ocean Lee or Skye for either
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Just started the third season of American Horror Story. Thinking about the fact I learned how to pronounce Gabourey Sidibe’s name thanks to American Dad
#there was an episode where Francine was trying to startup a catchphrase#she wasn’t saying it right or not to Klaus’ liking so he got Gabourey Sidibe to say it for Francine to get it#it was a live action cutaway too so she wasn’t even drawn it was so funny it’s burned in my brain#also thrilled to see Jamie Brewer back as Nan I loved her in the first season as Addie
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May I introduce you to my OCs of my latest story that actually might stand a chance of being finished bc my friend is reading it as I write?
My MC is Matt (xe/xem). Matt spontaneously named xemself after literal mats because that was the first thing xe saw when asked. Why did Matt have to make up a name on the spot? Well, you see, xe doesn't have a family, or friends, or any memory of chidhood days. Or even people who notice and remember xem regularly. In return, Matt had certain abilities - xe can (consciously) only move through time OR space, but never both. Xe has learned to coordinate moving a bit and letting a bit of time pass to create the illusion of moving normally, or at least xe's close enough. Since talking is also conscious movement, and time stops whenever xe moves, Matt can't talk to other humans. Xe uses a phone with buttons to communicate, if xe has to.
Enter: Jamie. He's a (trans) guy who noticed Matt (most people's brains tend to filter out anything they're not made to comprehend, and Matt is such a thing). He approached xem, partially bc he was excited to meet another trans person, and bc Matt was just interesting to him. His brain might be wired differently, idk. He tries really hard to be a ray of sunshine (and succeeds), and decides to befriend Matt. He doesn't mind that xe tends to be rather apathetic (a survival strategy on xeir part tbh), or that Matt takes ages to type out what xe wants to say, or that xe is very bad at facial expressions and body contact.
And then we have the fucker who caused all of this: a man obsessed with time-travel. Or something. He might have lost a loved one and then dedicated his life to change it - and the worst part is, he did find a place where time and space go together, and where one can step outside them. The problem? The human brain is not meant to comprehend anything lying outside of time and space. Time and space aren't meant to be disrupted. He survives, but all he can think about is the beauty of the fabric of the universe as it tears and breaks apart, and how he wants everyone to see it. But there is something - someone - whom the universe created to balance things out, someone he is drawn towards every time he makes a step even though he can't control those anymore, even while the ground shifts beneath his feet and he can see the cycle of time washing over everyone and everything again and again and again (he should have died when he didn't).
And the key to the universe breaking apart is Matt's life.
#the thing is that the man is literally the only one matt can talk to#which makes xem feel kinda human and he does talk with them even tho he can literally only thing abt one thing#and also he wants to kill xem so everyone can see what he saw#does matt feel bad abt it bc jamie is xeir best friend but they start talking more with the man? yes#does xe continue anyway? also yes#matt is literally so fucked up i love xem#a biscuit's rambles#oc posting#<- gonna start doing that now they are all too scrunkly to live in my brain exclusively
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#jamie's chitchat#hitting my RSD with a stick#i know!!! I KNOW!!! that it is not personal#or intentional#or even ACTUALLY HAPPENING#but i FEEL... ignored lately#like that's the only word i can put to it#i feel like i am reaching out and not getting anything back#RATIONALLY I KNOW IT'S NOT TRUE#OR THAT EVEN IF SOMEBODY DOESN'T RESPOND#THEY HAVE OTHER LIVES#AND THAT IS FINE AND VALID#I hate my brain so much sometimes
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Sunshine [6] - Middle of the Night
AN: My loves, thank you so so much for your wonderful support and lovely comments and HCs! ❤️ You’re amazing! ❤️
I hope you like this as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think, thank you! 🥰
Pairing: Logan Howlett x Female!Reader
Summary: Drunk calls can lead to sweet moments.
Word Count: 3500
CW: Violence, explicit language, mentions of sex, drinking, getting drunk, throwing up
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To be completely honest, getting drunk was not in the plans tonight.
You were supposed to have one drink and go home but in your defense your best friend had tricked you with that two for one deal and now you were on your fifth cocktail, giggling at the story of her latest date.
“Listen, if you like him, I can totally normalize him living with his ex for you,” you told her and she made a face.
“How?”
“The rental market is in shambles.”
She let out a laugh, then shook her head.
“Nope.”
“Capitalism is fucking all of us—”
“We’re not doing that,” she said. “I mean how would you feel if Logan was living with his ex?”
“Logan hasn’t asked me out,” you pointed out. “Which is more reason to believe he doesn’t like me like that.”
“The guy maimed three people for you!”
“It could’ve been a friendly gesture!”
She threw her head back. “You’re not serious.”
You shrugged your shoulders, then downed your drink and motioned for another one.
“Listen,” you said, your mind all fuzzy. “Do I want Logan? Yes. Do I dream about us living happily ever after? Yes. Do I have very detailed fantasies about him breaking my bed? Also yes. But we don’t—”
“I’d just like to remind you that while you don’t have enough money to buy a new bed,” she interfered. “I will buy you a new one if you break it while the hot lumberjack is fucking your brains out.”
“Thank you, you’re a true friend,” you said solemnly as the waitress brought you your cocktail and you thanked her, then turned to Julie. “Jamie wants him to be terrible in bed so that I’ll snap out of this.”
“Doubt it,” she said. “The guy has been around since the mid-1800s, I’d assume he has some experience.”
You tilted your head, then gasped.
“Oh my God!” you said, reaching out to grab her arm over the table, almost knocking over her glass but she caught it before her drink could spill on the table. “What if Jamie is right?”
“I literally just said—”
“No, he was alive in mid-1800s!” you said, making her frown.
“Yeah?”
“What if he is like Edward Cullen and waiting for marriage?”
“That man is a whore!” Julie snapped, flailing her hands. “I’ve heard the way he speaks to you, he’s a slut—there’s no fucking way. He’ll break your bed any day now.”
You heaved a dramatic sigh. “To repeat, he hasn’t made a move.”
“To repeat, I think maiming three guys for you counts as making a move.”
You sucked on the straw of your cocktail, the happy warmth of alcohol buzzing in your head.
“So you think he likes me back?”
“I’m pretty sure he likes you back.”
You grabbed some popcorn from the bowl on the table.
“Yeah well,” you said. “I guess we’ll see.”
“Why don’t you ask him out?”
You pulled your brows together. “I can’t do that Julie!”
“Why not?” she asked. “Is it the 1800s? Will people call you a harlot in the town square?”
“No!” you said. “No it’s just…”
“When was the last time you got laid?”
“That has nothing to with the situation,” you said and took a huge sip of your cocktail, making her grin.
“Remind me, when was it?”
“It’s been some time.”
“So why aren’t you climbing Logan like a tree?”
“I’m trying!” you whined and she motioned at you.
“Drink your cocktail. The whole thing.”
You nodded and downed your drink, your insides getting even warmer as you put your glass on the table. Julie grinned, and pushed your phone in your direction.
“Now call him.”
“Julie!”
“Just ask him out!” she said. “What’s the worst thing that could happen?”
“He could hang up on me.”
“He’s not gonna hang up on you,” she said. “Listen, that guy has been picking you up from work, calling you princess, saving you from creeps and sniffing your hair...”
“We’re not so sure about the last part.”
“Yes we are,” she said, pointing a finger at you. “Call him. You’ll be too much of a chicken to ask him out when you’re sober, so do it when you’re drunk.”
You let out a whine, then took the phone into your hands, heaving a sigh.
“What if I’m not his type?”
Julie rolled her eyes. “Somebody really needs to fuck you in front of a mirror.”
You scrunched up your face. “Oh I could never do that.”
“You should, it’s fun,” she said and nodded at the phone in your hand. “Call him.”
“But—”
“Do you want to fuck him, yes or no?”
“I want us to live happily ever after!” you said and paused for a second. “And yeah I want to fuck him. A lot. Day and night, multiple positions.”
“Call him.”
You took a deep breath, then nodded to yourself.
“I’ll be back,” you said and stood up from the chair, stumbling as the room spun around you but you grabbed the back of the chair and sat down again. “Shit, I’m too drunk.”
“It’s not that loud here,” she said. “You don’t have to go outside.”
“Okay,” you said and found Logan’s name, then touched it and took the phone to your ear, your heart pacing in your chest. You drummed your fingernails on the table, frowning to yourself, then lowered the phone.
“He’s not answering,” you said and ended the call, then turned to Julie. “Maybe he’s busy or something?”
“Yeah, didn’t you say they went on missions?”
“That’s what I heard,” you said and heaved a sigh. “Oh well. It was worth a shot.”
Julie shrugged her shoulders.
“Yeah,” she said and thought for a moment. “We should get shots.”
You gasped, and clapped your hands together.
“Yeah!” you said. “Yeah let’s get shots!”
*
Since Julie’s place was closer, you had split the taxi fee and dropped her off first before the taxi took you to your place. As it turned out, the shots were a bad idea because you had to rush to the bathroom to throw up as soon as you stepped foot into your apartment, but after you brushed your teeth and washed your face, you were still not sleepy.
On the contrary, you were pretty energetic.
…And hungry.
Starving, actually.
You hummed to yourself as you opened the fridge, then tilted your head. Nothing in your fridge looked good enough, so you grabbed your phone to order, but then scoffed when you saw the delivery fee.
“Absolutely not,” you murmured and grabbed your jacket to put it on, then grabbed your keys before walking out of the apartment. The buzz of the alcohol was still in your system despite you throwing up, so you hopped down the stairs and stepped out of the apartment.
Walking did help the nausea and your head spinning, and you were just passing by a shop when the fish tank caught your eye, making you stop in your steps.
Fish.
Interesting.
You stared at the shop window, nearly hypnotized by the lively colors and the fish swimming in the huge fish tank behind the glass but snapped out of it when your phone started vibrating in your pocket.
Logan.
“Oh fuck,” you muttered to yourself as you stared at the name flashing on the screen, your breath hitching. “Oh fuck, oh fuck…”
You took a deep breath, and touched the screen, then took the phone to your ears, your heart pacing in your chest.
“Hey!” you said, your voice going a pitch higher. “Um, what’s up?”
“Hi princess,” he said, his deep voice making you bite at your lip. “Didn’t hear you call, sorry about that.”
“No problem,” you said with a giggle. “Jesus, fish are pretty. Did you know they were pretty? I didn’t really pay attention to them but—oh my God. I’m so buying Theo fish.”
“What?”
“No seriously, he wanted it, and these things are tiny and it’s not that hard to take care of fish, is it? I mean it can’t be harder than taking care of orchids, Nik bought some for me and those things are goddamn suicidal, I tell you.”
“…Are you drunk?”
“Tipsy,” you corrected him as you fished your gloss out of your purse to apply it, staring at the window. “Tipsy-ish? This store is open right? Yeah, I see someone inside—”
“Hold on, you’re drunk and outside?” he asked. “Alone?”
“Yeah but it’s fine,” you said. “I stepped outside for some fresh air and I’m gonna get food but I got distracted by this aquarium—I’ll buy two fish and then put one of those fake trees and stuff into the tank—”
“Stay put, I’ll be there.”
“You don’t even know where I am though?” you said, looking around the street. “I’m close to my apartment but like I said, I need to eat something and Theo needs fish—”
“I’ll follow your scent, stay put,” he said and hung up, making you hum, and then put the phone into your pocket and entered the shop to smile at the owner.
“Good evening sir,” you said. “I need one orange and one white fish please. My son will name them Cheeto and Popcorn.”
*
Logan found you as you were leaving the fast food place, holding the paper bag full of French fries tight with the small fish tank tucked in your other arm. You put the paper bag on the lid on the tank as the roar of the motorcycle made you lift your head and you looked over your shoulder.
Jesus Christ, he was too hot.
You could swear there were flying hearts circling your head as he got off the motorcycle and made his way to you, his herculean figure making you sigh before you looked up at his handsome face, your heartbeat getting faster.
“Hi sweetheart.”
You blinked up at him, still hugging the tank to your chest. “Hi. You’re very handsome.”
That made the corners of his mouth twitch into a small smile before he tilted his head.
“How much did you drink, again?”
“Um…” you bit inside your cheek, looking up at the dark sky to calculate in your head. “Six cocktails and a couple of shots. The shots were Julie’s idea though.”
“Right.”
“Hold this,” you said, pushing the tank into his arms before grabbing the paper bag to open it. “Ugh, I’m starving! Are you hungry?”
“Nope,” he said, still smiling. “Go ahead.”
You hummed a song to yourself as you dug into the fries, and cleared your throat, trying to focus.
“You didn’t have to drive all the way here,” you said. “My place isn’t far.”
“Mm hm, and you’re drunk.”
“Tipsy,” you corrected him as you chewed on the fries with him walking beside you. “I swear to God, potatoes are the best vegetable to grace this earth—what were you doing when I called? Am I keeping you from something?”
“Nope,” he said. “I was walking around the halls to make sure everything was alright, I didn’t take my phone with me. How about you? Fun night?”
“So much fun!” you said as you popped a couple of fries into your mouth. “Julie is seeing this guy—well, they slept together, and apparently he’s still living with his ex and it’s like a huge red flag for her, but seriously the rents are insane nowadays so I don’t—Logan, what are your thoughts on premarital sex?”
That made his head whip around and he stared at you while you calmly chewed on the fries, waiting for his answer.
“…Huge fan of it?” he said after a beat and you nodded your head.
“Same here,” you said as you started walking again. “Did you—um, so do you count as Victorian or Georgian? I always mix those two up for some reason.”
He pulled his brows together. “What?”
“I watch a lot of period movies, I think yearning is the most romantic thing in the entire world, that hand scene in Pride and Prejudice changed me as a person,” you said as you reached into the paper bag to pull out more fries. “Um, I have a lot of questions for you and I know you’re this cool and mysterious guy so you can just say yes or no.”
He stifled a laugh. “Sure thing, hit me.”
“Did anyone give you their handkerchief?”
“No.”
You gasped. “No one gave you their handkerchief? What a bunch of assholes!”
“I had other priorities in mind during those times, sweetheart.”
“Yearning is a priority, Logan,” you said wistfully. “Next question, were you ever accidentally engaged?”
“How does one get accidentally engaged?”
“People see you talking to each other without a chaperone.”
“What?” he asked with a grimace. “I don’t—no.”
“No wonder why you like modern times better, now that I think about it,” you murmured as you looked into the bag, then heaved a sigh when you saw only a couple of fries in it. You grabbed them and threw them into your mouth, then scrunched up the paper bag to throw it into the nearest trash can. “Do you like Cheeto and Popcorn?”
Logan pulled his brows together. “Come again?”
“The fish!” you pointed at the small fish tank he was holding in one hand and he looked down at it, then chuckled.
“Right,” he said. “They look nice, sweetheart.”
“Right? Theo will be very happy, and—is there any rules against pets at the school? Because he will want to take them there.”
“We can bend the rules a little for him, it’s fine,” he said, making you smile at him brightly.
“Aw thank you!” you said as you licked your lips, then looked around before turning to Logan. “Logan?”
His eyes held a soft light in them. “Hm?”
“Can I see your claws?”
He frowned slightly but unsheathed his claws. “Why? I don’t see any threats, do you—”
He was cut off when you held onto his arm to lift his hand a little to see the blur reflection of your face on the metal, then dabbed at your lip gloss that had smudged a little with the tip of your finger. You could feel Logan staring at you so you lifted your gaze for a moment.
“What?”
“…You—you know I’ve hurt a lot of people with them, right?”
“And now you’re helping me fix my makeup with them,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders. “Things can be of multiuse.”
He didn’t comment on it as you rubbed your lips together, then dropped his hand to beam at him. “Thanks!”
“No problem,” he managed to say with a small chuckle. “You are something else, you know that?”
“I’m taking that as a compliment,” you said happily but before you could thank him again, you noticed two guys staring at him, no doubt because of the claws. You could feel the sudden rush of anger sparking to life as you narrowed your eyes at them.
“What?” you snapped, making them snap out of the haze, exchanging glances. Logan raised his brows, his lips twitching as if he was amused. “What are you looking at?”
“Nothing,” one of them said. “Just claws—”
“Yeah, so?” you asked him as you took a step towards him but Logan put his hand over the back of your neck, gently pulling you back, looking like he was trying his hardest to keep a straight face and not burst into laughter as the guy stepped back. “What, do you wanna fight or something?”
“…No?”
“Then fucking act like it, how about that?”
“Your girl is aggressive, bro.”
“That she is,” Logan said, rubbing his thumb over the back of your neck. “Come on, let’s get you home.”
“It’s rude to stare, okay?” you told them over your shoulder as you started walking beside Logan. “No seriously like, didn’t your mom teach you anything? Call her, let’s see what she’ll say about you staring at strangers!”
Logan pursed his lips together to control the chuckle vibrating in his chest before he cleared his throat.
“Unbelievable,” you grumbled. “No seriously, even Theo knows not to stare at people and he still believes in Santa! That’s no excuse, what the fuck was that? You should’ve let me kick his ass!”
“I think you scared them off enough.”
“Good!”
“Do you always look for fights when you’re drunk?”
“I’m tipsy and I have zero tolerance for disrespect, Logan,” you pointed out. “I mean honestly, who raised these boys?”
Logan bit back a smile, then nodded in the direction of your building.
“Come on,” he said and you pulled out your keys, but then dropped them with a gasp. Logan picked them up, then opened the building’s door for you.
“It’s kind of like a handkerchief situation when you think about it,” you said happily as you climbed the stairs. If you weren’t so drunk, you would’ve noticed earlier that he was in fact in your building but it only dawned on you when you stopped in front of your apartment, then held your breath.
“Logan?” you asked, your heart beating faster at the possibility. “Would you like to come in?”
“I’ll just make sure you actually go to bed and not wander off to the street completely drunk,” he told you and you pouted your lips as he opened your door for you.
Stepping into your apartment, you yawned and looked over your shoulder as he closed the door behind him, then held up the fish tank.
“Where do you want to put it?”
“The kitchen is fine,” you said, pointing at the kitchen and he made his way to the kitchen while you swayed on your steps, making your way to your bedroom to fling yourself on the bed, kicking off your shoes. You heard the sound of water running before the footsteps came closer and you sat up in the bed, tucking your legs under you. Logan entered your bedroom, his hazel gaze focusing on you for a moment before he shook his head slightly and handed you the huge glass of water.
“Drink it.”
“Oh I’m not thirsty.”
“Drink it,” he repeated and you heaved a sigh, then took a sip of it before lowering the glass to your lap.
“I’m pretty sure those cocktails will knock you out but off the chance that you wake up still drunk, I need you to promise me—” Logan started but a tiny lint on the skirt of your dress caught your attention, making you distracted. You pulled at it with a frown but felt Logan tilt your chin up so that you could look up at him.
“Eyes on me princess, look at me.”
You could feel the warmth spreading through you as your eyes met his, pleasant goosebumps rising on your arms as you blinked up at him in adoration.
“Your voice is very deep,” you murmured and he smiled slightly.
“Did you hear a word I said?”
You thought for a moment, then shook your head.
“Don’t wander off to the street if you wake up in the middle of the night,” he said. “I need to get back to the institute but—”
“Or you could stay?” you asked, your voice soft in the quiet, dimly lit room and a shadow moved behind his hazel gaze, making your heart skip a beat. You knew he knew what you meant, and hope filled your system, making you feel nearly lightheaded at the possibility of him feeling half of the fire running through your veins.
You could swear there was some sort of invisible lighting crackling between you, making your breath catch in your throat as he traced your bottom lip with his thumb, making your eyes flutter close for a second before you looked up at him again.
“Logan…”
“That is not happening when you’re drunk, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and you pulled your brows together.
“It could.”
“It won’t.”
You bit inside your cheek, blinking up at him and he frowned as if trying to pull himself together. His knuckles brushed over your cheekbone softly before he withdrew his hand, then leaned down to press his lips to the top of your head, making you heave a sigh.
“Call me when you wake up tomorrow,” he said before he pulled back, then walked out of the room.
You heard the front door open, then close and you let out a whine, then let yourself fall back on the bed, pressing your fingertips on your lips. A giggle you couldn’t stop climbed up your throat and you lowered your hand, then took off your dress to throw it to somewhere in the room before grabbing the covers to pull them over your head, a huge smile curling your lips as you closed your eyes, sleep pulling you into its warmth.
7 - Heat Wave
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