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Love in Verses (XXXIX)

Chapter 39: ‘He grew so tender and I so grateful which maybe tells you something about how it was’

Hi! Here is a new chapter! It's dinner with the family!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader (professor!AU)

Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt, hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff in later chapters, some scenes in later chapters will have heavy sexual themes even if it’s not explicit nsfw description, so no minors here

Summary: Your life seems perfect. You're engaged, your career is thriving as you become an assistant professor at Trinity College, and this Andrew Hozier-Byrne you're sharing an office with seems to be a nice guy you hope to call a friend soon. Life seems to be smiling at you... until everything goes sour. When your fiancé breaks up with you, your perfect world shatters. And when your colleague also gets his heart broken soon after, your shared office seems to be a curse rather than a blessing. But Andrew seems determined to mend your broken hearts... Will things finally go according to plan?

Word Count: 4508

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After it ended badly it got so much better which took a while of course but still he grew so tender and I so grateful which maybe tells you something about how it was I’m trying to tell you I know you have staggered wept spiraled through a long room banging you head against it holding crushed bird skulls in your hands your many hearts unstrung unable to play a note their wood still beautiful and carved so elaborately maybe a collector would want them stupid collectors always preserving and never breaking open the jars so everyone starves while admiring the view you don’t own anyone everything will be taken from you go ahead and eat this poem it will help

Kim Addonizio

“You should bring Y/N over next Sunday.”

Raine’s invitation wasn’t the first one of this kind, and Andrew smiled as she offered to welcome you to Saturday’s family dinner. Still, he didn’t want to push you, you had been together for merely a couple of months, he didn’t want to rush you.

“Soon, I promise, mom.”

“You know we like her already… but your dad and I want to know her better.”

“I know, mom.”

“Then bring her next week.”

“I’ll think about it.”

The door of your shared office opened, and you walked in, smiling as you saw him. God, you were so beautiful today…

“I have to go, mom. I’ll call you later, yeah?”

“Sure, honey. Have a nice day.”

“You too, mom. Bye. Love you.”

“Love you, Andy.”

He ended the call and turned to you as you walked around your desk, putting down your bag.

“How was your meeting, babe?” Andrew asked, walking over to you, bending to avoid the lamp hanging from the ceiling and burying his hands in his pockets.

“It was… interesting.”

“That bad, huh?”

“We’ll see. For now, some professors are reluctant at the thought of organising a full set of conferences around women and the female gaze. They fear there ‘won’t be enough speakers’.”

“Bullshit.”

“Yeah… it’s okay, I can still convince them.”

“I’m sure you will. You can do it, babe.”

“Thanks, honey.”

You smiled up at him when he moved even closer, so close you had to lean against your desk.

“Did you want something else, professor?”

God, his heart was beating so fast… it was so fucking hot when you called him that…

He had to remind himself that you were working, that he couldn’t simply devour you…

“Professor…”

“Stop it… we can’t.”

“Hmmm… I know.”

“Then why are you teasing, professor?”

Your lips parted for a second, and he smirked at the tortured look on your face.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, until he rested his hands on your desk, right next to where your lower back was pressed against the furniture, enclosing you between his arms.

“I like it when you blush,” you confessed, making him laugh.

“That’s still pretty cruel…”

You let out a sigh when he connected his lips to your neck, when he bit and kissed your pulse, his hold on your desk tightening so he would keep his composure. Your fingers got lost in his hair.

“Was that your mother on the phone?” you asked, breathless.

He merely hummed in response.

“How is she?”

“Fine…”

Gently, you pulled him away from your skin.

“We can’t, not here…”

Andrew nodded, trying to hide how hard it was to pull away.

“How are your parents,” you asked while he took a step back, remaining close to you, but none of you touching the other anymore.

“They’re fine. Just… the usual. My mom is working on a new painting.”

“Amazing!”

He thought about asking you, then. But it was too soon… it was too soon…

Were you really over Frank? Would you really stay? He couldn’t get his parents involved if you simply chose to disappear…

“Yeah, it’s pretty nice.”

He shook himself, put his hands into his pockets again.

“I should go back to work,” he reasoned. “I need to go to the library this afternoon, will probably work from there for a few hours.”

“Yeah, I should go back to work too… I have so much to do.”

“You’re still coming over tonight, right?”

“Of course!” you answered with an excited grin.

“I might not come back to the office before heading home…”

“Okay, I’ll see you tonight at seven, then?”

“Yeah, sure.”

You rose to your tiptoes to peck his lips, before turning to your computer, and Andrew walked back to his desk to gather his things.

He kept on wondering if bringing you to his parents was a good idea or not…

Andrew was an overthinker, which meant that he had a special talent for ruining his own life.

His day had taken a bad turn after that shared moment in your office. He was frustrated with the article he was working on, and the conversation with his mother kept on being played on repeat in his head.

And he simply… doubted himself.

There were days when his brain got too busy, too loud, and darker thoughts and doubts were enhanced in those times. And now that he was torturing himself on whether or not he was going too fast, his own insecurities were coming back. Was he really good enough for you? So far, he hadn’t had to change to make you love him, wasn’t that strange? He was used to tune down some of his interests, to be quieter than he wanted to be, so Sam would love him.

Wasn’t it strange that you were still talking for hours? That you were still interested in him? That you… didn’t ask for him to change?

And what if you longed for Frank still?

Lost in his thoughts, he barely noticed the knocking on his front door. Only when Elwood sprinted across the room and barked at the wooden surface did he realise that it was already 7 pm, that you were waiting on his doorstep.

He heaved a sigh, forced himself to hide his pain, before walking across his flat to welcome you in.

You greeted him with a grin, and a pizza box.

“Brought dinner!” were your first words, and he couldn’t refrain a smile as he took the box you were handing him.

“Thanks, baby.”

You went to your tiptoes to kiss him, and while he pecked your lips he wondered if it would be too much if he yielded to his impulse and hugged you now.

Yeah… probably… he would be too much…

“How was your afternoon?” you asked, taking off your shoes and jacket, before giving Elwood some scratches.

“Erm… yeah… it was fine.”

You looked at him, something expectant on your face, but he didn’t want to bother you with some unimportant problems. Sam was never interested in those anyway…

“Are you hungry, then?” he asked, already walking to his kitchen.

“Erm… sure! Yeah! Starving actually!”

“How was your afternoon?”

“Nothing very important happened… but I’ve found some interesting articles…”

He let you babble away for a while, nodding while he set the table.

You started eating, but then you grew quiet, and he wasn’t sure why. You had been excited, and then you simply… stopped talking.

Was he being annoying? Was that something he needed to change?

At the back of his head, his mother’s voice was still asking to invite you, and he was still debating on whether it was a good idea or not, and what about Frank? Did you still think about him? Did you still want him? Did you…

“Andy?”

He looked up at you, surprised that you were using his name. You hadn’t in a few weeks. The pet names were all you used when you were alone by now.

“Hmm?”

“Is there something wrong?”

“No… why?”

“I don’t know, you’re… you’re very quiet tonight.”

He couldn’t tell you that he was asking himself a thousand questions, that he was doubting himself, that he wanted to hold you close, because he would be too much then, and anyway he couldn’t talk about his feelings, he was never good at it and…

“Did something happen this afternoon? Are you okay?” you insisted, and he looked away, rubbing at his collarbone now.

“No, no… I’m okay.”

You remained quiet for a while.

“You can tell me anything, you know? I’m your girlfriend, I’m here for you,” you offered in a gentle, soothing voice.

“I’m fine.”

“Okay.”

“You… you were talking about your seminar… what about that speaker you wanted to contact, then?”

“Erm… I’ll contact her tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

He waited for you to speak some more, but you didn’t, and the silence that settled was awkward, at best.

This was so unusual for you. It was supposed to be easy to be with you, what was happening,? What was he doing wrong?

Would you leave? Would you regret Frank all over again?

“Andy.”

“Yeah?”

“Please, tell me what’s wrong. Why aren’t you talking to me? Is there something bothering you? Have I done something?”

“No, no… nothing, I’m just… tired.”

You stared at him, but there was nothing else he could say without talking about his feelings, and he couldn’t do that. He didn’t want to bother you, to be too much, and anyway, he didn’t like talking about his feelings, so what was the point in burdening you with those…

“Oh, okay… do you want to go to bed early?”

“Erm… sure, yeah…”

“Okay… I’ll clean up with you, and then leave you to it, then.”

He blinked up at you as you got up and picked up your plate.

You were leaving? You were supposed to stay the night…

“You… you can stay, if you’d like.”

“It’s okay, I understand that you’re tired. We can have dinner again tomorrow.”

“Okay…”

You gave him a bright grin. Were you happy to leave?

He started fidgeting, hurried to clean up the table. He noticed the way you seemed disappointed when you moved to his hallway though.

He was doing everything wrong, somehow, what was he doing wrong?

You wanted Frank again, of course, because he would know how to hold you back, and Andrew didn’t, and…

“Andy?”

“Hmm?”

“I get that you’re not in the mood to talk, but… I wish you’d tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong, babe.”

“Please… you’ve barely said a word tonight. What’s going on?”

“Nothing, I just… wanted to listen to you.”

You frowned at that.

“You… you didn’t say anything.”

“I had nothing to say.”

“Now, that’s not true. Why are you lying?”

“I’m not.”

“Andy…”

“I said I’m fine!”

Your eyes grew a little round at his harsh tone, and he regretted snapping as soon as the words passed his lips, but it was too late to take the words back now.

“Why are you mad at me?” you asked, hurt evident on your features.

He heaved a frustrated sigh.

“I’m not mad at you, I’m… I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Alright… well, I’m here if you change your mind.”

He watched as you grabbed your jacket, couldn’t refrain the words from passing his lips.

“Why are you leaving?”

You turned to him with a puzzled frown.

“You said you were tired, and you don’t want to talk to me… I thought you didn’t want me to stay.”

“I… I didn’t mean for you to leave.”

“Then… talk to me.”

He heaved a frustrated sigh, ran a hand through his hair.

“I… there’s no need, I’m fine.”

“That was almost convincing, I’ll give you another try.”

“It’s not funny.”

You put on your jacket, and he was so frustrated right now, by his own thoughts, by you leaving, by his stupid feelings making him vulnerable and overreacting and…

“Are you angry?” he asked, but you shook your head.

“No… disappointed, rather.”

You were disappointed in him… of course, you were. You thought he was worth the trouble, but he wasn’t, and you were realising it, and Frank was better even though he was a fucking jerk and…

His hurt came out of his mouth as acidic words.

“Right, leave then.”

You froze, flashed him a glare.

“What’s wrong with you?”

He rubbed at his neck, until it was painful, but he didn’t care.

“Nothing’s wrong…”

“Of course, something’s wrong! I’m not blind! I’m not an idiot!”

“Why are you leaving? You said you’d stay tonight…”

“That was before you acted like you didn’t want me here.”

“I didn’t…”

“Of course you did!”

You started to put on your shoes.

You were leaving… you were leaving…

“Alright then, leave!”

“That’s what I’m doing!”

You were leaving because you didn’t want him, because he wasn’t enough, because he hadn’t changed for you, because Frank was better, Frank…

“Well, then… go back to Frank!”

The look of horror on your face sobered him up, made all traces of frustration or annoyance vanish. Instead, he was just afraid.

“You don’t mean that.”

Your lower lip trembled, he saw tears glimmering in your eyes.

What had he done? What was he doing?

“Take that back. Andy, take that back…”

He remained silent, staring at you and rubbing at his shoulder and collarbone.

He was fucking up everything…

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you tonight, but I hope you’ll tell me once you’re calmer again,” you said in a cold voice, and he hated that tone.

And then you turned around, your hand on the doorknob.

You were leaving, you were leaving… because he couldn’t open his fucking mouth and be honest…

“Don’t… please, don’t leave.”

His voice was fragile now, and he hated it, he hated the weakness that transpired through it. You stopped your movements, turned to him, but your fingers remained on the doorknob.

“I just… I want you to stay,” he pleaded, but you raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

You crossed your arms before your chest. You were angry, but at least you weren’t about to open the door anymore…

“Really? Cause you don’t look like you want me around tonight.”

“I do. Please…”

“What’s happening? What’s wrong?”

“I just… I’m sorry… my head’s all over the place… I do want you to stay though. I really do.”

You heaved a sigh, took off your jacket again.

“Talk to me, then, okay? If you don’t want to tell me what’s bothering you, then… tell me about your day. Or anything… I just… I want to understand what’s in your head right now. And please, stop this, your skin is all red.”

He was surprised when you reached for his hand, stopped his nervous gesture, and rubbed soothing circles in the back of his hand.

“Why did you talk about Frank?”

Andrew looked down at his feet. You were still wearing your shoes.

“That…that was really hurtful.”

“I’m sorry…” he mumbled under his breath.

“Why would you say that? Did you mean that? Do you… do you want to get back with Sam?”

“What?! Of course not!”

“Why would you say something like that, then?!”

“Because I… I don’t…”

He heaved a frustrated sigh.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Slowly, you nodded. He could see you were hurting though…

He was hurting you. He was hurting you… his silence was hurting you…

God, it was so painful to admit it all this out loud.

“I’m afraid.”

You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, your expression softening.

“I’m afraid… about this. About you… leaving, and… I’m afraid you’re going to regret Frank. I’m afraid you’d choose him over me. And I’m… I’m afraid to go too fast, and to make you freak out. And I’m afraid because… I’m not changing for you, and that means I’m not giving you what you want, and…”

“Wait… what?”

“Sam… I was quiet with her, and I knew what parts of me she didn’t like, and so I tuned them down, but you’re… tonight you said you didn’t want me quiet, the way she wanted me, so… so what should I do? What should I do, so you can love me?”

He blinked tears away, and he hated it, he hated being so vulnerable before you, you could destroy him entirely with how much of his heart you owned and…

You reached up to gently stroke his cheek, and he was taken aback by your tender gesture.

“Andy… I don’t want you to change anything for me. I love you. Just as you are. I don’t want you to be quiet, I don’t want you to tune down any part of you. I just… want to be with you. That’s all. And I don’t regret Frank, not at all. I’m very happy with you.”

He blinked, trying to process your words.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. And I… I would choose you over him. If I had to make that choice, I would choose you. I love you, not him. Not anymore.”

He brushed the tear that had begun rolling down his cheek, nodded.

He wasn’t sure he believed everything you were saying, and yet he knew you were earnest, that you weren’t lying.

“I’m sorry for tonight, I just… got really into my head, and just… I really doubted… everything, and… I’m sorry. Please, don’t leave, Y/N. I don’t want you to leave.”

“What do you want then? Earnestly. What do you want?”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Why would it be? I’m your girlfriend, you can tell me anything.”

He forced the words out of his mouth, despite how vulnerable it made him feel.

“I… I really want you to hold me, right now.”

He let out a wry laugh.

“Christ, that’s pathetic…”

But before he could add another word, you were holding him in a tight embrace. All he could do was to hold you just as tightly.

“What about we go to bed, and cuddle?” you offered.

“Yeah… please…”

“Alright, I’ll get changed, okay?”

“Okay.”

You took off your shoes, picked up the pyjamas you had left in his drawer a couple of weeks ago, and disappeared in the bathroom. Then, Andrew got changed as well, and when he walked inside his bedroom again, you were already in his bed, waiting for him.

“Come here,” you invited him, opening your arms for him.

Slowly, like he couldn’t quite believe it, Andrew walked around the bed, lied down and nestled into your embrace, burying his face into your neck. For the first time that day, he let his body fully relax.

“You’re okay?” you asked, and he hummed in response.

“Yeah… much better. I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay. We can talk about it again tomorrow. Let’s just rest now.”

You turned off the lamp on your bedside table, and in your arms, Andrew was out like a light.

Andrew woke up to the smell of coffee.

You had closed the door of his bedroom when you got up, to let him rest a little longer. As classes were over for this year, you could allow yourselves to arrive later at work. As long as the job was done, no one cared when you arrived or left.

He checked the time, it was almost 8 am.

He forced his body to move, to get up, groaned as he stretched the sleeping muscles of his long back. He almost hit his head in the doorframe, forgetting for a second that he needed to bend to avoid it.

You were there alright, in your pyjamas, putting butter on toasts and talking to Elwood. Andrew’s heart melted at the sight.

You fitted so well in his life, in his home… this was obvious, you and him. Everything about it was obviously right, so why was he sabotaging himself?

You turned to him as you heard him enter the room, welcomed him with a smile. But it wasn’t as bright as your usual ones, and a lump crept up Andrew’s throat.

“Morning, babe,” you greeted him, voice soft.

“Morning, love.”

He wanted to reach out, to hold you close, to kiss you and apologise, but he was too afraid of messing up everything again…

“Slept well?” he asked instead. “Thanks for breakfast.”

“Yeah, I slept well.”

You poured him a coffee, stared at him as if gauging his reaction.

He heaved a sigh.

“I’m sorry about last night,” he let out in a whisper.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not. It… it really is not. I’m sorry.”

“I just… I don’t really understand what happened.”

He started fidgeting, but he spoke anyway.

“I… like… I was stressed, and tired, and got stuck into my own head and… I think… I got really insecure.”

He heaved a frustrated sigh.

“I’m not… I’m not very good at talking about how I feel in those moments. I just… get stuck in my own ugly thoughts, and I fuck up everything.”

Slowly, you nodded.

“I see… is that okay if we talk about last night some more?”

“Sure… yeah…”

“Andy… Look, I’m sorry if I didn’t react well. Maybe I could have handled that situation better…”

“It wasn’t your fault, it was mine,” Andrew shook his head. “I told you, I got stuck in my head, and was a mess…”

“Maybe I’ve triggered this…”

“You didn’t. Really, Y/N… none of this is your fault. I’m sorry.”

“Last night… you said some things… we need to talk about them.”

“Do we?”

He averted his eyes, spinning his toast in his hand, without taking a bite.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” you said in a weaker voice. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, it’s not your fault.”

He knew you were right. You needed to talk about last night. He needed to clear the air, make up for the stupid things he said.

The stupidest of all was easy to remember.

“I’m sorry I mentioned Frank. It was cruel, and uncalled for.”

“Why did you say that?”

He shrugged.

“I just… I don’t know.”

“It hurt.”

“I know. I’m sorry. Like… I’m scared, Y/N. I’m really scared you’re going to wake up soon and regret giving me a chance, and regret not fighting for him more and…”

“I’ll never regret you, Andy.”

He looked up at you again, let his heart bloom with hope.

“I… I don’t have everything figured out either when it comes to us,” you admitted. “Sometimes, I worry too… that you’re going to leave, that you’d rather be with Sam. But I need to believe that you’d choose me over her. And you have to believe me when I tell you that I would not hesitate for a second. I would choose you, Andy. Even if Frank came begging to get me back, I would not hesitate, and I would choose you. I don’t love him anymore, I love you.”

Slowly, he nodded.

“Do you believe me?”

He couldn’t lie to you, he simply couldn’t. He knew you were being vulnerable now, and he couldn’t answer with a lie, even if it meant to make things harder for you.

“I know you’re telling the truth,” he nodded. “But I… my brain just… like… I’m really struggling believing that’s the case.”

“Why? Don’t you trust me?”

“I do. Of course, I do. But I’m… I’m not used to having someone who loves me the way you do. And with how Sam left, I… I thought she was a safe place, and it turned out she wasn’t. It’s hard to come back from that.”

Slowly, you nodded.

“I understand.”

“It’s not that I believe you’re lying, or that you could hurt me on purpose. It’s more that… I feel like you’re going to wake up one day, and realise you’ve made the wrong choice, and you’re just going to leave…”

“The way Sam did.”

“Yeah…”

“I’m not her, Andy.”

“I know. And I’m not Frank. Could you love me the way you loved him?”

He was surprised when you smiled, and even more so when you got up and walked over to him. He pushed back his chair so you could stand between his parted legs, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I don’t want things to be the way they were with Frank,” you answered, staring intensely into his eyes, and he lost himself in the shades of your gaze. “I want better than him. You are better than him. I want to love you better than Sam loved you, too. I want this to be better, Andy. I’m not going to love you the way I loved Frank. I’m going to be happier with you.”

His heart grew warm at your words, at the sincerity in your voice and eyes as you spoke them. He blinked tears away…

God, he was such a sap, these days… crying over everything…

“All I want is for you to be happy, Y/N,” he whispered.

“And I want you to be happy, too.”

“I’m happy with you.”

You held him close, he nuzzled his face into your chest, his forehead resting against your chin.

“I’m happy with you,” you confessed. “And Andy… last night… I meant what I said. I don’t want you to change. I want you. Okay? I want you to be yourself when you’re with me. I want to talk with you. I want to hear everything you have to say. And I… I don’t want you to be afraid when you’re with me. I love you. I want to be here, with you. I’m certain about this. This… us… it feels so right…”

He took a moment to let your words sink in. And perhaps he could learn to believe them. That you could love him fully, like that. Yeah… yeah, he could believe that, with a little bit of time…

“Loving you is… I feel like myself when you’re with me,” he admitted in a fragile whisper. “And it’s… it makes me happy. But I’m not quite used to that. I’m sorry, if it takes me some time to adjust.”

“I understand. You can take all the time you need. Just… just promise me you won’t use Frank and Sam against me ever again…”

“I won’t. I promise you, I won’t.”

“Okay… I promise I won’t either.”

“Thank you.”

You heaved a relieved sigh.

“We should get ready for work.”

“This is nice, though… give us five more minutes.”

You chuckled, making him smile.

And he thought back about his mother’s words, and he forced himself not to be so scared anymore.

“Baby?”

“Hmm?” you hummed, kissing his hair, holding him close to you.

“Would you like to come to my parents’ for dinner this weekend?”

He was surprised when you started laughing.

“So… we’re resolving our first real fight… and you directly jump to bringing me to your parents’?”

He couldn’t help but laugh too.

“Yeah… that’s a way to change the subject, I guess,” he joked, making you laugh again. “My mom asked for you to come, though.”

“Really?”

“Hmmm…”

“And you want me to come?”

“Yeah… but I’m worried I’m going too fast. I don’t mean to freak you out.”

“Who will be there?”

“My parents and my brother.”

“I’ve never met your brother.”

“No… but you’ve met my parents.”

“Yeah… and you have to warn your father, by the way… I will ask for our bet to be honoured. He lost. I was right about the rugby match we placed bets on. He owes me a beer.”

Andrew laughed.

“Alright… I’ll warn him. Do you want to come, then?”

“Of course, I want to come.”

“Is it not too soon?”

“No… it’s okay… I want to see them. And I want my free beer.”

You were laughing at your own joke, but he quickly shushed you with his lips.

Yes… perhaps, one day, he could believe that you loved him as much as he loved you…

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I need to wrap my head around the revelation case 39 dropped, so it’s ponderin’ time. And the ground that supports all of my thoughts rests on these bits of Exhibit F:

Because Logico wrote SoM to be an alternate prequel. Where he creates a different backstory on how he met Irratino isolated from how it really went in Volume 1. More notable information for later includes how he wrote SoM after Volume 3 of Murdle. 

SoM being a non-canonical story in the murdle-verse makes more sense as to why SoM Logico had a whole “the lamp looks weird” moment with the impossible triangle. Because the world around him literally doesn’t exist in the canon that the main three volumes established. And the dialogue in case 39’s answer section nods in this direction. If you need a refresher, here’s how that went:

I theorize that this dialogue isn’t only representative of SoM Logico but also our Logico from the original three volumes since he wrote him.

How? Well.

As he spirals, SoM Logico pinpoints a more vivid story from what I think were other potential directions this alternate prequel could have gone based on author Logico’s memories. Yet, this identified story remains vivid because it’s the real one, the truth. Logico and Irratino didn’t speak at Deduction College. Logico was too shy to get Irratino’s name. Logico would eventually meet Irratino in Volume 1.

But Logico didn’t want to meet Irratino later. It wasn’t “soon enough.”  

Our Logico is the one who “thought about this time so many times,” most likely while brain-storming SoM. Because our Logico wishes things had gone differently. That the story he tells in SoM was how it actually went. Maybe that’s even why he wrote it to begin with, despite Volume 3 ending in an “emotional cliffhanger.” He neglects to continue the canon story to tell this one. It became a higher priority.

Going at it from the perspective that Logico wrote SoM exactly like we have it, I imagine the blurb of dialogue in case 39 was something he intentionally placed to preserve continuity. It acknowledges that the two didn’t meet this way but moves on quickly because the rendition isn’t over yet. This might be why SoM Logico suddenly wakes up with a ruby pin the next morning. This pin, and the fact that it’s actually made of garnet, continues the plot Logico setup, so SoM Logico needs to have it. 

This explains why SoM Logico still talks to SoM Irratino at graduation in case 40 like they've known each other. The “we never talked at Deduction College” doesn't apply to them, so they continue the story like they normally would. 

Like how Logico intended.

[kinetic-elaboration]

May 5: Tom/Daria, Night

I... do not know what's going on with me.

I didn't work on the College AU this weekend because I was too busy doing nothing of worth. But I did write this little thing in the same verse. The story isn't Tom/Daria but this thing is!

~700 words, written in about 18 minutes

*

Two weeks into the new semester, a cold Monday in January, she accidentally falls asleep in Tom's dorm--which has happened before, but not like this. The first time, she'd woken up disoriented, quickly figured out where she was, and then lain quietly and thought about how funny it was. How funny, that her first real, solid, true friend in the world was a guy, and if they'd met in high school, and then dozed off in the same bed while reading, her mother would have thrown the worst of all fits. Lectures about responsibility, allusions to birth control and also Armageddon. Shift the plot a few months and Daria's in college a half day's drive away from home and she can do whatever she wants. Fall asleep with her head squashed between a pillow and the neutral white wall of the dorm and Tom's arm in her immediate field of vision, her leg asleep, the pages of her book creased under her, and it's fine. Like some sort of secret only the two of them and their roommates will ever know.

This time.

She has this sense that it's snowing outside, something about the way the single light reflects off the window or the way the streetlights outside shine in. Or just something in the air, how cold it's been. There aren't any books around her. They'd been reading first, felt themselves growing sleepy, and then Tom had taken anything that counted as schoolwork, swept it up and threw it down in the direction of his desk. And after that it was just the two of them.

In his dorm, unlike hers, the rooms are very small: his double is so tiny that the beds have to be lofted above the dressers, which means she's up high on a top bunk, and even before she remembers where she is, she feels that too. That and the snow. And the confusion of the lights, most of which are off, except for the desk lamp down below them. She fell asleep with them on. She's pretty sure. That means his roommate must have come back, and now he's asleep on the other side of the room. She puzzles it out neatly, simply, doesn't move except to open her eyes and then close them again.

After they gave up the charade of studying, and she yawned again so hard that her jaw popped, she started talking about going home, even though she didn't want to move. And he talked about that being a good idea, but he didn't move either. He lay down on his side and she stretched out longer and easier, in the narrow space between his body and the wall. And that felt safe somehow and good. He wrapped his arm around her and bent his legs like her legs, so they were slotted together, but they didn't get under the blanket, because that would have been admitting too much. She'd get up any minute. Any minute. Five more minutes.

When her glasses started to dig into her temple and the side of her nose, she took them off, but kept them near her, safe enough between her body and her arm.

What's different about it now is that he holds her close on purpose and sometimes she can feel his nose in her hair. What's different is that a week and a half ago they said they'd try this dating thing. Because when he kissed her in December, on the night after her last paper of the semester was due, she'd kissed back, and absolutely everything about it had felt like the greatest relief.

The first, real, best friend she's ever had.

If she screws this up. If she screws it up.

There's nowhere safer to put her glasses. She checks that she still knows where they are. Then she curls her hand around his hand, like she's making sure he won't leave, ignores the light still on down below them on the desk, and closes her eyes again and listens to the silence of the snow.

[sirensought]

when eric expressed an interest in living in a dorm on campus when he left home for college, his mother was not having it. as a compromise they agreed that he would live in a small house not far from campus that they would help pay for until he was able to do so on his own. it wasn't what eric wanted but at least he would still be living on his own, out of his parents mansion. 

as anyone can probably imagine, there are books at every turn, in the oddest of places. from the bench in the foyer when you first walk in to the guest room turned makeshift library to the kitchen— an entire cabinet is dedicated to cookbooks and books full of assorted recipes. he may not use them very often, but they are there if and when needed. 

though his mother did have a heavy hand in decorating when he first moved in, there are also several touches that are clearly inspired by eric's own taste around the entire house. take for instance the living room,  one of the first things you notice will be the statue of coral set atop an open coffee table book. side tables hold framed photos of family and those he holds dear.

his bedroom and study are the most heavily influenced by his own decorating preferences. overflowing bookcases line every wall of his bedroom and above his bed hangs framed artwork of the sea. while the study features shelves on one wall, holding some of the treasures he's collected throughout his life along with a few more stacks of books. opposite a large set of windows is another large framed piece of artwork of a ship in rough seas. finally, sitting on his desk beside a small desk lamp sits a model sailboat.

in his single dad verse the guest room becomes melody's bedroom. which of course, is fit for a princess complete with a crown canopy above her bed. even in melody's room you will find child height bookshelves full of all her favorite books that eric reads to her every night at bedtime. reading was something that eric wanted melody to enjoy just as much as he does.  melody's presence can be felt throughout the rest of the house as well— from the toys strewn about the living room ( mostly, but pretty much every room has at least one toy belonging to her in it ) to the framed photos of her on the side tables and the large portrait of father and daughter adorning the wall.

[scotianostra]

Edinburgh Park Heads

W S Graham.

Doesn't this one have great character? Or is it just me?

William Sydney Graham, known to his friends by his middle name, was born in Greenock, on 19th November 1918. He was educated at Greenock High School, leaving in 1932 to become an apprentice draughtsman before studying structural engineering at Stow College, Glasgow. In 1938 he won a years bursary to Newbattle Abbey College, which was very close to my High School in Dalkeith.. Sydney became interested in poetry, he initially looked to Joseph Macleod for mentorship around this time. He began publishing in the early 1940s, including a collection brought out by the great Glasgow printer and publisher William Mclellan, who did so much to encourage and promote contemporary Scottish literature.

According to Poetry Archive Graham was neglected in his own lifetime but his reputation as a major modernist romantic has been growing steadily since his death. The verse on his plinth is an extract from a longer poem, and as per usual I prefer another of his poems. And it is probably due to me having vivid dreams from time to time and trying to make sense of them. My dad has featured in some, and I had a difficult relationship with him, I think my two brothers will no doubt feel the same. However my dad tried to reconcile a bit during his later years, he was a great grandad to my sisters laddie, Stephen. He got on well with an ex girlfriend that I used to come up with when I lived in Somerset, she loved dancing with him at the club. Anyway the last line of the poem is what resonates most with me, or perhaps it is because he also spent some years in the South West of England, in his case it was near St Ives in Cornwell, anyway the poem is called To Alexander Graham, which I assume was his father's name.

Lying asleep walking Last night I met my father Who seemed pleased to see me. He wanted to speak. I saw His mouth saying something But the dream had no sound.

We were surrounded by Laid-up paddle steamers In The Old Quay in Greenock. I smelt the tar and the ropes.

It seemed that I was standing Beside the big iron cannon The tugs used to tie up to When I was a boy. I turned To see Dad standing just Across the causeway under That one lamp they keep on.

He recognised me immediately. I could see that. He was The handsome, same age With his good brows as when He would take me on Sundays Saying we’ll go for a walk.

Dad, what am I doing here? What is it I am doing now? Are you proud of me? Going away, I knew You wanted to tell me something.

You stopped and almost turned back To say something. My father, I try to be the best In you you give me always.

Lying asleep turning Round in the quay-lit dark It was my father standing As real as life. I smelt The quay’s tar and the ropes.

I think he wanted to speak. But the dream had no sound. I think I must have loved him.

[sylphmacabre]

Somnos Scherzo

Fandom: Nightmare Dork University, an AU of RISE OF THE GUARDIANS that has become its own subfandom

'Verse - Collegeverse

Characters: NDU Piki Black, NDU Jack Sickle, NDU Pitch Black

Pairings: StageFright [Piki/Jack]

Rating: General

Summary: The sleeping habits of Piki Black, hyperbolic playwright.

Notes: If you are wondering what the devil Nightmare Dork University is, and what it has to do with either the movie RISE OF THE GUARDIANS or the GUARDIANS books by William Joyce, please visit the NDU 101 page on Tumblr and its accompanying tags. It's a wild and woolly ride involving four different versions of Pitch Black and a very different version of Jack Frost, all of whom either room together or "fraternize" in a college / university AU. And let's not forget a taxidermied ferret named Mr. Pickles.

Originally posted on Archive Of Our Own on May 15, 2016.

A clinical observer would note that Piki Black succumbed to sleep in sections.

He did not snore, precisely, but his breathing had a sharp difference between inhale and exhale, a staccato rhythm on the upbeat of air leaving his nostrils which would then fold in upon itself as he more softly took air in.

He would most often lie on his left side while sleeping alone, his left hand tucked under one of his two pillows, his right arm wrapped around himself, his right hand grasping his left shoulder.  Occasionally the right hand could be seen to twitch, opening and closing spasmodically.

Once Piki’s breathing settled into a more even pattern and his arms relaxed, there would usually be some erratic scissoring of his legs, with the occasional backwards rabbit-kick, before he gave in to letting sleep take him entirely.

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Jack Sickle liked to sleep on his right side.  Piki had noticed that, the very first time the younger man had stayed over at the apartment of iniquity his brother shared with the brute and the horror.

His Jack, his dear, dear Jack, was worth any sacrifice.

So for years, both before and after Jack moved in with him, Piki ignored the constantly pinched nerve in his arm and the eternally pulled muscles in his neck that were a result of him sleeping curled around Jack, while both slept on their right sides.

His leg movements diminished until they barely happened at all, since Piki seldom now descended into utter relaxation.  How could he, when he had all of earth and heaven too in his embrace each night?

The dark shadows under Piki’s eyes deepened more and more during each year that he and Jack lived together, but he brushed aside Pitch’s concerns about sleep deprivation.

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Pitch stayed in Piki’s room on an airbed for a full two weeks following Piki’s breakdown, after Jack left.

Never the deepest sleeper himself, for the first ten nights he watched his tormented brother insist on sleeping on “Jack’s side” of the bed.. on what was, in his opinion, the wrong side.  Pitch observed Piki repeatedly try to mould his body to fill an imaginary hollow, contorted into a space that covered barely a tenth of the surface of the mattress, right on the edge and perilously close to falling on the floor.

On the eleventh night, Pitch awoke to hear Piki shifting restlessly.  Keeping his own counsel, he pretended to be asleep himself until the rustling ceased, and then ventured a look over to the bed.

Piki was lying flat on his back, in the center of the mattress.  Tears were leaking from beneath his closed eyelids, as they generally did every night, but tonight Piki’s breathing was deep and even; he was finally, finally sound asleep, and looked more peaceful than he’d been in ages.

Pitch felt his own eyes fill, briefly.

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New bed with a double bookcase headboard, new sheets, new pillows.  

A night-table for each of them, rather than both of them sharing Piki’s.

A new double reading-lamp light fixture for over the bed, with switches on each side within easy, independent reach.

Reading aloud to one another became their nightly ritual.

Some nights they slept back to back, Piki on his left side, Jack on his right.

Sometimes Jack curled around Piki, or let Piki pillow his head on his chest.  

Jack never minded the occasional kick in the shins, since he knew that it meant that Piki was actually on his way to a good night’s sleep.

[yoakkemae]

“You asleep?” | Ethan, in the verse where he's staying with Spencer. It's probably Obscene AM when he asks this.

he's making all of the motions to try to sleep -- putting on an old t-shirt and sleep pants , turning off all the lights , laying down and closing his eyes. still , his brain doesn't seem to get the memo , not wanting to shut off. however , he doesn't turn on a light to try to read the night away , too cognisant of ethan and the way he's probably asleep right now.

... or , perhaps not , with ethan questioning if he was awake or not. spencer sighs before he sits up , turning on one of the lamps nearby. the low level light barely brightens up the room , but it's enough for spencer to see ethan's face. there's a quiet part of him that can't help but find him attractive with the way the light is kissing his skin , but spencer's made this mistake already with lila , and spencer does learn from those.

' you okay ? ' he asks , voice quiet. it almost feels like one of those nights back in college , where they would whisper their theories to each other. or , it would if everything hasn't changed.

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[newyorksrose]

Let's talk about the thread I'm currently writing with @hammurabicomplex which isn't exclusive to stuff with her, but its a major secondary verse and probably significantly easy for interactions.

THE SLAVIC CONNECTION

Rather than being taken in by her aunt after her mother died, her father Franco, remained a guardian of Rosaria and her older siblings. At this time period Franco drank heavily and gambled frequently. Bills went unpaid and furniture was pawned. Stefani had been actively starting a college fund for the kids, and Franco spent all of it.

In this household it was not uncommon for Sal and Franco to fight, and one particularly nasty lamp breaking, glass throwing brawl led to her older brother leaving the house. Later that night, Rosaria would wake up to see Sonia was also leaving. She was left all alone with her father.

Even after graduating high school, he had an oppressive hold over her. Telling her to focus on working for men that he knew, if not telling her to forget about going to college because degrees are unhelpful, everything boils down to connections and who you know. After so many years of living with her father, Rosaria decided she had two options to break away from her father and that was moving out of Brooklyn or getting married. Not confident in her abilities to get a committed husband in a short length of time, Rosaria applied for jobs outside of Bensonhurst and found a position available as a receptionist in Brighton Beach for "Ilyaev Insurance Agency."

Ilyaev Insurance Agency is one of many money laundering fronts for a localized Russian organized crime syndicate, something Rosaria is mostly unaware of. All and all an outsider to the population, she smiles bright and behaves appeasing as possible although she's subjected to frequent verbal abuse.

She now lives in a small apartment of her own in a perfect walking distance from her job. She's saving up for a few college courses and has no plans of moving back to Bensonhurst.

[teacupfulofstarshine]

aMERICA EXPLAIN - chapter two: everyone is soft and roman stans one (1) eight year old

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[creatediana]

“Who Am I?” - the first poetry prompt I was given as an exercise in my poetry class, written 1/23/2020 (based on Susan Wooldridge)

I am...chartreuse, like a bruise In the constellation of my right arm, or the one on my leg. Chartreuse,  Among red, lilac, brown, and blue.

In the shape of a spilled drink, I am spreading, sprawling, crawling, Enthralling the dirt on the kitchen floor. What starts as

A slow drip from the pipe, rusty Water that tastes like blood (as we know). I’ve bathed in it, I drink it. Eight cups a day at least, But usually more to offset all the caffeine 

That leaves my mouth so always dry, Like there’s a little fuzz in the back of my throat. Maybe that’s why I sound so cottony-soft. I attracted The crows to the field where I was born. I didn’t scare them away;

They scared me away. I ran off young, My sister pushing me in a wheelbarrow down the streets Into the city, where I’ve resided ever since. There are no stars in the light-polluted sky,

But flashing signs obscuring the galaxy Unfathomably far away. All sorts of colors as well; Red, lilac, brown, and blue— Some, even, are chartreuse.

Questions from the original prompt included:

If I were a color, what color would I be? Chartreuse + wine red. What shape would I be? A spilled drink If I were a movement, what movement would I be? A leap? A shutter What sound? A tap, a crack, a cackle, a drop What animal? A simple hummingbird or stupid slug What song? Slammin’ screen door... (I don’t like this one) What number? 2 or 3, or 5 or 4 or 7 What car? A wheelbarrow What piece of furniture? A lamp, but not a sexy one What food? I will not be consumed What musical instrument? I’d like to be a harp but I’m more of a kazoo What place? Jean-Paul Sartre’s Hell from No Exit What kind of tree? White birch, but it doesn’t matter What’s something I’m afraid of? Birds, attention What’s the word behind my eyes? Anything... anything

[playinxwithxfire]

When you want to write, but you don't know which meme to send or which open starter to respond to. Halp. xD

Oh Hello! We can definitely plot something out if you have any ideas in mind. Or if you have any opens or memes, I'd be happy to take a look and respond to them. :)

[rosemary-writes]

The Lost Boys as college professors!

Warnings: nothing

David

History teacher

He’s definitely that one history teacher that is very well versed in many different aspects of history.

Seems like an asshole at first but he’s actually very nice and laid back. A lot of students will recommend him.

He’s a very smart man and he desperately wants to pass on his knowledge to his students so that the secrets of history don’t fade away into the sands of time.

Relatively nice professor if you're a student that asks questions and does really well on your homework.

If you have a problem and can’t turn in homework or an assignment he will be really understanding but don’t abuse that privilege otherwise he won't let you turn things in late.

Please have discussions in class with him when he tries to get the class engaged in stuff. Usually no one participates and it makes him sad and pissed off.

“Henry VIII was so horny that he literally caused so many damn problems. I will fist fight him in hell.”

Museum field trips? Museum field trips! He loves going to the museums with his classes to show them the many different things and explaining them to everyone.

If you ever need help with lessons he will not hesitate to help you with anything you're struggling with. He always appreciates when students are honest with him about not understanding. He also will accommodate your schedule in case you can’t always be at campus. He’ll gladly meet you at a coffee shop or the library to help you.

It also makes him feel good that his students trust him enough to admit they’re struggling.

If you’re his favorite student he will definitely tell you that he’s proud of you and that you were an amazing student in his class when it comes time for you to graduate. He’ll probably tear up a little bit when it settles in that you’re officially graduated.

Dwayne

English Comp teacher

He seems like a really tough teacher before you meet him but once the class gets started, you’ll see that he’s incredibly chill and nice.

Very hands on with everyone's essay and definitely gives pointers for a proper essay.

Always gives the best prompts so the class won’t get bored with his class. He’ll even do class polls to see what you guys want to write about.

Never grades harshly. He likes to leave encouraging notes on papers and gives helpful tips if something is wrong.

He loves to discuss your papers with you. It’s interesting to hear what you want to write about and it makes him interested in the subject too.

His classroom has lamps lit throughout the room because it gives the room a very relaxing vibe. He’ll never turn on the overhead lights

If you struggle with a paper he will be more than happy to sit down with you and help you with it. He’ll go over what you already have and tell you things you should add and fix.

“Sir, what are we writing about again?”

“You literally picked the prompt, how do you not remember?”

Sometimes, after hours, you might catch him in his office grading papers with his favorite music softly playing.

He always greets his students with Miss, Mr, Mx, or whatever you prefer. He’s cool like that.

When graduation rolls around, he’ll clap the loudest for his students because he’s just so proud of them for everything they accomplished during the school year. He’ll also tell you how proud he is of you to your face.

He’ll also introduce himself to your parents cause he is a gentleman

Marko

Chaotic art teacher!!!

Everyone has had a chaotic art teacher and that teacher is Marko.

He absolutely loves teaching the different styles of art. He gets so passionate about art that it almost seems a little weird

He has his many different projects hanging around his classroom and studio. Loves it when his students ask him about them and discuss them with him.

Has a random closet filled with different things for his students to study and sketch. He’ll go in there, bang around, come back out with a mannequin and say “This is my wife, isn’t she beautiful?” and it's just a busted mannequin.

Likes to loom over student’s shoulders and watch them work. It makes him feel proud to watch them be artistic.

If you’re struggling with a certain drawing or painting he will give you tips on how to do the specific thing you’re doing.

On calm warm days, he’ll play his favorite music and have the windows open while everyone works.

“Sir, there's a pigeon at the sink.”

“Okay? He’s not sick, just nudge him aside. He’s not gonna bite”

His favorite project is pulling clothes out from the closet and getting some students to wear them and have the others sketch them. It usually ends up with everyone laughing and having a good time.

At the end of the year, he makes little pottery things for his graduating students so they can remember all the good times they had.

Paul

Behold, the feral band teacher!!

He is ,without a doubt, the best band teacher you will ever have.

Does the weirdest things that no one can really understand. For example, he’ll stand on a stool to conduct and teach the class. He’ll crouch on it too and it makes his students nervous.

An absolute master of all the instruments

Always picks a strange selection of music that is almost otherworldly.

He’ll pick his favorite metal song and turn it into an orchestral version overnight because he got bored and he’ll make you learn it for concerts.

Greets his students by their first names because he’s cool like that and he doesn’t know their last names most of the time

He’s pretty chill when he’s not so excited about music and teaching it to his kids.

He definitely calls you guys his band geeks. Don't worry, he says it out of love.

If you’re having trouble with a piece, he’ll sit down with you and explain the rhythms and help you with any parts you’re struggling with. He’ll never think you’re stupid or untalented just because it might take you a while to understand a piece.

If you’re also experiencing any life problems, he’ll also be more than happy to listen and give you advice.

“Cmon dudes, if you don’t count your measures properly you are going to have a bogus experience.”

Every year, he takes a picture with his class and he hangs it up in the bandhall so he can always remember his students.

Definitely cries at graduation because he’s going to miss his students. Once you walk across the stage he will find you afterwards and hug you because you’re no longer his student so it’s ok. Don't mind his runny eyeliner, he’s just experiencing a lot of emotions over his leaving students.