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lokiforever · 11 months

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New teachers at school!!!

Chapter 9

Tom : Oh, Really?

Oops.......Your cheeks flushed immediately, eyes widened and breath hitched. Shit. Shit. Shit. You turned to look at professor hiddleston and gulped.

Y/N : I-I...........Uhhhhhh......

Professor H. : It's okay, dear. I just came to remind you of the dagger training.

You just nod, unable to say anything. He then went back........

That was when you received a notification.

We'll talk about it later, darling.

You immediately recognised the text and looked at Tom who looked back at you and smirked.

Y/N : Somebody please kill me!

Y/B/F/N : Oh no, dear we can't kill professor Hiddleston's to be girlfriend.

Y/N : Shut upppp!!

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You were getting ready to go at Tom's place for the training. You wore a simple black leather skirt with a matching t-shirt and a black leather jacket.

After grabbing his favorite Earl grey tea and your hot chocolate from a joint near his house you finally got there and rang the bell. He opened the door almost immediately and was awestruck as he saw you. You have never wore leather skirts or jackets in front of him and it was a mere co- incident.

Y/N : Hiii!

Tom : Hello, dear! It's lovely to see you here......come in, please!

He was wearing a plain white shirt with a pair of black pants.

You smiled and got inside.

Y/N : Here, this is for you

You said handing him the tea

Tom : That's so sweet of you..... Thank you.

Y/N : Oh, come on that's the least I could do for you. You're such a great friend and professor!

Tom: I'm flattered, darling. Please have a seat.

You sat down on the leather couch in his living room and he sat right next to you.

You took a sip of your drink.

Tom : So, you find me attractive?

You chocked on your drink and nearly spat it out as he asked you the question.

Tom : You okay??

Y/N : *cough* Yeah, sorry.

Tom : It's fine, dear..... Hmm... So?

Y/N : I-I uhhhh........umm.....everybody does.......

Tom: I'm not talking about everybody.

Shit.

Y/N : I mean, umm......yes, you are very attractive.

You said gathering all of the courage you had.

He didn't say anything. A second later his lips were on yours. You took a moment to process but as soon as you did, you kissed him back. Damn. He is a good kisser.

Tom : I-I'm sorry......I should have asked...

Y/N : It's more than fine.

You said before you kissed him again.

Tom : Have I told you how exquisite you look today?

You blushed furiously as he said that and smiled.

Y/N : Thanks...

You and Tom finished your drinks and he quickly changed into a pair of black athletic shorts with a black t-shirt. And the man even wore black sport shoes.

As he came out you quite literally gawked at his figure. His biceps flexed with every move of his arms. Goodness Gracious! He was so damn fit. ' Stop gawking and pick your jaw up from the floor' you told yourself.

Tom : Like what you see?

He said with a smirk on his face.

Your cheeks flushed and you averted your gaze from him .

You guys then trained for about 2 hrs.

*After the training*

7pm

Y/N : I guess I should get going, it's pretty late....

Tom : Please stay for dinner it's already 7

Y/N : It's fine,Tom . Maybe some other day. I have to complete the assignment my english professor, which happens to be my friend gave me.

You said with a smile.

Tom : Oh ,come on!

Y/N : Some other day, I promise.

Tom: Okay.....

You bid eachother goodbyes and walked towards the door,unaware that the weather has planned something else for you two .

As you got out you saw that it was extremely windy out there .

Y/N : Holy shit ! I don't even have my car!!

You took out your phone to check the weather predictions and it showed that there would be a snowstorm coming today. It was a 35 min drive from Tom's home to yours as they were on the opposite sides of the town.

Y/N : Could this get any worse ?

Tom : What's wrong, darling?

Y/N : A snowstorm is about to hit and I didn't even bring my car .

Tom : Why don't you stay here ?

Y/N : I have lectures tomorrow, remember?

Tom : Let me remind you, I'm your professor and have to go to the same place to deliver those lectures and I can easily drop you .

Y/N : What if someone saw us in the campus? Plus I don't even have any clothes to wear tomorrow.

Tom : Trust me , these ones are good enough. But still if you want you I could drop you at your apartment tomorrow.

Y/N : We'd be late if we do that .....I guess I'll have to go with the first one.

Tom : So , you're staying, right?

Y/N : Mmmhm.

He smiled brightly.

Tom : Awesome! Thanks to the snowstorm!

You playfully smacked his arm and giggled .

Tom : Ow !

He said dramatically.

Y/N : Oh, come on!

Tom : *chuckles* Get in

You get inside .

Tom : What would you like for dinner?

Y/N : I dunno.....you choose.

Tom : Umm........ what about pizza???

Y/N : Sure,I love it !

Tom : Pizza it is, then ! Make yourself comfortable, I'll go get the dinner ready.

Y/N :Let me help you with that.

He said that he could do it himself but you insisted on helping him ,and here you were standing in the kitchen , cutting the vegetables while he prepared the dough . As soon as he was done with it she came to you.

Tom : You look adorable..

He said out of the blue. So , you chuckled .

Y/N : Thanks !

The kiss was still fresh in your mind, his taste lingerd on your lips. The way his lips moved against yours was unforgettable you could get used to it .

After the dinner was ready, he set the table and poured some vine in two glasses .

Tom : Sett deg ned, kjære

He said as he pulled out a chair for you like the gentleman he was .

Y/N : Takk

(takk = thanks)

He sat in front of you and serverd you both the pizza .

You took a bite and it was tasted heavenly

Y/N : It's delicious!! You're an amazing cook ,Tom !

Tom : Ehehehe , thanks!

*After the dinner*

Tom : Wanna watch a movie?

Y/N : I'd love to, but apparently I have a test tomorrow.... although I'm prepared but still I have to revise.

Tom : Oh .....which subject?

Y/N : English.

Tom : Wait, I gave you guys a test ?

Y/N : Of course you did !

Tom : ......Ya !!!!! I completely forgot that !

Y/N : * chuckles* Really, professor?!

Tom : Hold on a sec ,you don't have your textbook . Let me get you mine .

Y/N : That would be a great help, thanks !

Tom : Would you like to join me in the library? You can prepare for your test there ?!

Y/N : Sure !

Then , you went to the library to prepare for the test .

* After almost an hour*

Tom was sitting in front of you reading Shakespeare.

You yawn.

Tom : You should get some sleep. It's late .

It was indeed. 12 am .

Y/N : Yeah.. I guess you're right...

Tom : Come, let's go.

You both headed towards the door and then to the guestroom.

Tom : Here...get yourself comfortable and please call me if you need anything else .

He said, handing you a pair of neatly folded sweatpants and a t-shirt.

Y/N : Thank you so much, Tom

Tom: Anytime, darling.

He said before giving you a good-night kiss

Tom : Good night, sweetheart

Y/N: Good night,Tom

3am

Y/N : STAY AWAY!!!!!HELP ! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP !!!!!!!!

You were having a nightmare and were in tears ,pancing, a layer of sweat covered your body .

The door of the guestroom opened and Tom entered, your shouting woke him up . He remembered that you have nightmares so he came to check on you .

He went towards the bed cressed your forehead gently.

Tom : Shh shh . It's okay, darling it was just a nightmare, wake up. It's okay!

You woke up as you heard his soothing voice and clung onto him for dear life.

Y/N : He..tell him to stay away....he...he is going to hurt me...

You chocked out between the sobs.

Tom : Nobody will hurt you,baby. I'm right here. I won't let anyone hurt you.

He sat on the bed and you snuggled close to him , sobbing like a baby in his arms . After you drifted back to sleep he gently placed you on the bed and stood up .

Y/N : Stay, please!!🥺

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@holdmytesseract @dishahaldar@jennyggggrrr @lotsoflokilove23

A/N : After almost a month, here is chapter 9 . Sorry for the late update 🥺💚

#hiddlesarmy #loki x reader #professor hiddleston #professor hiddleston x reader #professor x student #tom hiddleston #twhiddleston #loki mcu #loki #marvel loki #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x reader #tomhiddleston #tom hiddelston loki

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vaveyard · 1 year

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So I stumbled into this blog off the back of a google of 'mare red queen pronunciation', which then led to a ~2 hr fall down the rabbit hole of all. Those. Anons. My jaw is on the floor, I cannot believe there are people who feel entitled to talk like that to another real, flesh and blood human being.

Mostly though I wanted to say how impressed I am by the grace, patience and poise with which you consistently handled replying to messages which cannot have been easy to read, let alone over and over again over the course of several months. Your professionalism is astonishing.

(and while I'm here: I picked up RQ (a million years late) after a rec from my teenage cousin-in-law. You're her favourite author; she loves your writing so much! I'm only a third of the way in but so far I'm having a great time--though OOPS I may have spoiled myself a touch during my trip through your blog.)

Happy holidays! I hope they've been treating you well.

Happy holidays and happy new year!! I was happy for the nice break but I'm so excited dig back into drafting. Enjoy reading and say hi to your cousin-in-law for me!!

And thx for the kind words. Parasocial relationships are wild and it's strange to see how people act on the internet when they think nothing matters. I'm still not sure why that person chose me as their rage outlet but life goes on!

#ask

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peanutblowandjobsandwich · 10 months

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time sure flies fast when u reach to work an hr late oops!

#no but how is it already 11 #cloud nonsense

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strawbrygashez · 6 months

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ur rb from an hr ago… im late oops

👄 for p2 and narrator

🌑 for tyler

🍺 anyone of ur choice :з

ITS FINE! NO ONE HAS SENT ASKS ABOUT IT ANYWAYS :,D

👄 (Kiss hc)

Tyler- He’s really good at kissing since I think he’s uh.. had a lot of practice 💀 he’s probably had hook ups upon hook ups.. so he knows what he’s doing and is pretty good at it. It’s enough to make Narrators head spin at least 💀 but I guess even if Tyler was shit at kissing Narrator would still feel like he’s in heaven.

Narrator- Kinda awkward about it, hasnt had a lot of practice, and is that type of guy to give dry little pecks. It’s almost makes me think of some like.. Christian guy who doesn’t wanna do anything too hot n heavy until after marriage 😭 but of course if we are talking about if he’s with Tyler, he tries his best to keep up with him during make out sessions 🤭 probably even slips into being really desperate with his kisses if Tyler isn’t basically eating his face like he wants him too. Smh.

🌑 (A dark HC)

Tyler- hmmm. I’m not sure how to answer this one without just making it basically the sad hc question but I’ll answer with two things. One, the one that’s taking this as more of a sad thing, is that I think he struggles really bad about how he acts. Like he doesn’t wanna act the way he does sometimes but he just can’t stop :0 like having manic episodes, being impulsive & expecting the Narrator to read his mind. Like if he actually sits there he can acknowledge he has things he needs to work on (well. The manic episodes thing can only slightly be helped) but he just kinda pushes those thoughts away when something else catches his attention. Like he will be zoning out sometimes, almost dissociating but then he’ll hear Narrator coming in after work and he’s back to being himself & be like “:D JACK?!?!” and puts on his cool guy persona to meet him downstairs lol.

The other thing is that I think he used to be a little bit of a bully growing up :/ he wasn’t really absolutely terrible I think but I’m sure there were a good amount of moments where he’s said some random shitty things to people who weren’t even really bothering him. I think this bc of the scene where Tyler meets Bob. Also he just is kinda canonically the type of guy to shit talk everyone he thinks he’s better than lol.

🍺(Drunk HC)

Tyler- I feel like it takes a him a lot of drinks to start feeling anything but when he does start feeling it, he’s starts clinging onto narrator and gets all whiny when the narrator tries to leave or just get up momentarily (which has narrator sitting back down at the speed of light 💀).

If it’s in a party setting, I can see him trying to dance but he’s stumbling around a lot & probably spills his drink onto some people lol. I think drinking for him mostly just helps him feel more relaxed and lets him feel like he can put his guard down a little because he can just excuse any ‘soft’ or ‘lame’ moments he has on the drinking.

Narrator- drinking usually helps him get a confidence boost & leads him to being more wild. He’s so much more likely to say all kinds of nasty, loving, sweet things right to Tyler’s face when he’s drank so much. He pulls the first moves on him alllll night :3

He gets really embarrassed the next morning though when Tyler reminds him of the things he said and did.

#asks

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iplaywithstring · 1 year

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Things have been tough lately.

I love my job, but it feels like I'm being hollowed out from the inside. I go and I do it and I feel good about it, but on my days off I am sore and exhausted. I'm dizzy and weak. I'm dealing with tinnitus and unrefreshing sleep. It's not good. Talked with my nurse practitioner this week - she was so surprised that I have been working full time (I haven't had an appointment in over a year, oops). Going for blood work next week, hopefully it's just anemia or something fixable and not a full blown relapse on the horizon.

I knew working might be a bad idea. I originally planned to only work part time as a protective measure. Then i started believing I was well and I could make it work.

And in the midst of this I just finished my application for a Master's program. Because adding 20+ hrs of studying and reading and paper writing to my week makes perfect sense.

See, the plan was to make my current schedule work until I start class, and then use classes as the excuse to ask for a reduction in hours. But classes don't start until September and I don't think I can wait that long.

So once the bloodwork is done, I'll come with a plan with my Dr, then talk to my boss and ask about reducing hours but still staying on the schedule, and if that doesn't work I'll switch to relief (fewer hours, but shifts as they come up, no predictability).

I am really excited to do my Masters. I've wanted this since I was 20 but didn't think it would be possible anymore. I'm hoping I can work while doing it, but if not, we'll survive.

#this is my life #chronic illness #chronic fatigue #me/cfs #back to school adventures

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echodrops · 1 year

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The Promises I’m Making (2023)

Oop, a little late on this this year, but it was really hard to come up with 50 different promises this year. Some years it is so easy, but this year I just drew a total blank. I think the complete unpredictability of the past two years has left me with the sense that I shouldn’t try to plan for anything--the wild events of the year might just send those plans up in smoke in an instant!

Still, the show must go on! So, 16 years later, I’m still making 50 promises a year. Definitely hoping that this year will be better than the last and I’ll be able to keep quite a few more promises, including some of them that have been rolled over for multiple years--maybe, maybe! Without any more ado, here they are:

2023 Promises

1) Work on the Texas house yard. It’s still never really recovered from the frost that killed everything in 2021 and it looks pretty shabby right now.

2) Get both bedroom floors sanded in the Utah house upstairs.

3) Get the Utah house sprinklers up and working ALL the way for this summer.

4) Actually get the back fence fixed up and the greenery back there trimmed and managed.

4) Put a new sink/vanity in the downstairs bathroom of the Utah house.

5) Related to that, lose at least 20 pounds. 2020-2022 was not kind to me and the stress eating was real.

6) Take my mom on a road trip to one of the U.S. states that she has not been to before.

7) Get back in touch with the allergy specialist to continue working on my allergy/inflammation issues.

8) Go through my closets and donate or throw away clothes that I know I will not wear.

9) Finish at least five books this year.

10) Organize my documents (especially student papers)—my desktop and documents folders give me nightmares just looking at them.

11) Help Kacchan through her first semester as a teacher! Exciting!!

12) Get a decent paper shredder to shred old mail.

13) Clean off my back patio/car port area so I can park my car there again.

14) Get the Texas house dishwasher fixed… I’m so tired of washing dishes by hand… How do people do this, oof.

15) 100% complete FF16 babyyyyy!!

16) Talk to an HR rep about my retirement savings so that I can consolidate my retirement accounts. I have been putting this off for like five years now.

17) Do at least one artwork to actually use that new paint program I bought.

18) Pay my credit debt down by at least $2000. I’m still paying off the hell year but I hope I can make progress on this.

19) Finish making changes to master courses. No more major revisions!

20) See a zone-tailed hawk. This is another rare-but-possible bird for my area.

21) Attend the FFXIV Fanfest in Las Vegas!

22) Update HaaH at least once. Please, Echo???

23) Get the small leak fixed in the side bathroom of the Texas house and have the faucets replaced.

24) Look into the cost of light housekeeping services to give myself a little more time to do things that aren’t work.

25) Catch up with hanging up all the charms/pins I’ve gotten recently on my corkboards; these are just sitting in boxes/bags around the house. D;

26) Use Spotify more often or cancel my Spotify Premium subscription; it’s not worth it if I don’t use it.

27) Get an art display book to preserve my great grandfather’s artworks (which we discovered my now late uncle STOLE from me even though they were willed to me when my grandfather passed away???)

28) Fix the screens on the Texas house.

29) Bird watch at a specific location in Texas. It’s my secret where since I’d rather not share my specific location on social media, but let’s hope I can finally make it to this place!

30) Finally get rid of the dirt pile in the front of the Utah house.

31) Sign NeNe (my puppy) up for the intermediate dog training course.

32) This is super nerdy, but my bro got me the FFXIV cookbook and made me promise to actually use it, so I guess I’d better at least try to make something from it.

33) Take down the remains of the wooden fence posts at the Utah house.

34) Take part in the fitness challenge at work this coming semester.

35) I will remember to take my medicine on time, all the time. Taking them late is messing things up quite a bit.

36) Get a stand for the toaster oven in the break room so we can finally use it!

37) Get my car detailed because the inside really needs to be vacuumed.

38) Go horseback riding on the island. I’ve never ridden on a beach before!

39) Eat healthier. Maybe cutting out snacks is too much to ask, but at least replace some average meals with salads, etc. and overall make an effort to actually eat better. Sometimes the fact that I feel like garbage is my own fault.

40) Wait, I should probably acquire a Playstation 5 so I can actually play my new copy of FF16, lol.

41) Help make sure the new tutoring requirement for the English classes goes over well.

42) Finish decorating the main office. I’ll feel better if my workplace reflects the level of professionalism and school spirit that I envisioned it having this year.

43) Catch every variant of Vivillon in Pokemon Go. I’m currently missing Icy Snow, Marine, Meadow, Monsoon, Ocean, Polar, River, Sandstorm, Savanna, Sun, and Tundra, if anyone would like to be friends!

44) Try to be more comprehensive with giving feedback to students. I’m always good at providing detailed comments on essays, but I’d like to spend more time commenting on smaller assignments too this year.

45) Make sure the retirement party for my coworkers who retired this year goes off without a hitch and honors them well.

46) Take part in more activities on campus; I have a tendency to not attend many events because they’re in the evening when I’m tired, but I should really stay more often.

47) Write some Chainsaw Man fanfic for @mistystarshine!

48) Help my parents tear out the carpet in my old childhood bedroom.

49) Do something to destress (massage, pedicure, something?) at least once per month. I gotta take better care of myself…

50) I will keep my promises!

Wish me luck!

#50 promises #new year's resolutions #IRL stuff

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foreverfallingforthestars · 2 years

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here's a fact. hating someone is exhausting [part 2]

Thank you for all the love on the first part!! I'm sorry this is late - I was expecting to be able to post while on vacation but that didn't happen oops. As usual, please let me know you'd like to added/removed from the tag list. I'll be working on more TOG fics soon!

Word Count: 3621 Content warning: explicit language, implied sexual content Read on AO3

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

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Technically, it didn’t happen again.

It wasn’t like she kissed him in the elevator of their office building again.

Aelin didn’t know how she got to this position, but she wasn’t exactly complaining as she watched Rowan’s back muscles shift as he was putting on his white button-up shirt. She leaned against the bathroom’s doorway, her eyes watching his every movement, and she knew that her want for him would be clearly written on her face the second he turned around.

Sure enough, he turned around to find her and smirked. “Oh, are you still not satisfied?” he asked, a teasing quality to his voice. He hadn’t bothered to finish buttoning up his shirt, and his pants were slung low on his hips thanks to the lack of a belt. Instead, he walked over to her and wrapped an arm around her waist. Her hands snaked around his neck and tugged him down for yet another kiss.

The only reason she hadn’t bothered to hide the attraction she felt towards Rowan was because she knew he was barely holding himself back when he climbed out of bed to change when he saw her grab an oversized t-shirt to wear for bed. She didn’t think there was a need for her to wear anything underneath.

As Rowan’s hands started roaming everywhere over her shirt, Aelin tried to lose herself in the kiss because this wasn’t going to last. It was a one-time thing, and it had to stay that way.

Somehow the one elevator kiss had turned into one where he pressed her up against a column in the parking lot, and then her date was forgotten, and he had followed her car all the way to her apartment under the condition that this was a mistake that they wanted to get out of their system.

Next thing she knew, his body was wrapped around hers, the sound of their grunts and moans filling her bedroom as clothes littered the ground all over her apartment; wandering hands and lip-locked mouths as they moved in sync, chasing the high that was brought on by a long time of arguments, hatred, and the pent-up desire simmering underneath.

It was a painful bout of pleasure and everything she needed.

He wasn’t staying the night, though. He couldn’t stay the night.

The reminder that Rowan had to leave had Aelin pulling back from him. They didn’t stray too far from each other, however. It was a strange magnetism that she was feeling in his presence. The attraction had always been there but giving into it with the first elevator kiss and the sex made her feel like she was giving some part of herself up for Rowan to crush. It was making her vulnerable, and that was a very bad idea when they were competing for the same job. Not to mention what an HR nightmare that would end up being.

Aelin licked her lips as she pushed herself away from him and moved to pick up all the clothes that had been strewn across the apartment, and Rowan took the hint to finish dressing himself. The first thing she saw was her underwear that was torn entirely from the seam on one side — one thing that was obvious was that Rowan was impatient when it came to seeing bare skin and so frustratingly patient with driving her fucking insane. Her bra had somehow ended up under the bed, and she saw her dress draped carefully over the sofa, no thanks to Rowan. He had nearly ripped it in haste to get her naked, but it was an expensive dress, so there was no way she was going to risk destroying that. She made the executive decision to take it off herself, and it was intensely satisfying to see Rowan’s expressions change as she revealed more and more of her skin.

He had made stripping the other into a competition, and she certainly wasn’t going to let him win.

“Alright, Aelin Galathynius, I guess I’ll see you on Monday,” Rowan’s voice came from behind her. Aelin turned around with a smile. She may or may not have popped a few buttons off his shirt while pulling it off and it was evident from the incomplete button up job. His tattoo was fully visible, and she took the chance to drink the sight in considering they'd never turned the lights on until after they had finished. It was a pattern of swirls that emerged from what looked like the sun.

“Yeah, I suppose. Although, you might want to run a hand through your hair. Unless you’d like to leave it like it is?” It was very clear that he was not coming home straight from work with the way his hair had been tugged on and pulled in every direction.

“I’m good. Everyone who sees me as I leave this building should know that I just had sex with the uptight Aelin Galathynius.”

Rolling her eyes, she pointed towards the door to her apartment, “Get out.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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“Don’t you have anything better to do than be an annoying sexist?” Aelin demanded as she didn’t bother looking up from her keyboard. He was standing over her shoulder as he watched her clean out the memory of her work laptop in an attempt to make it work faster.

“What the hell are you talking about now? Do you just go around blurting shit?” He was so lucky that it was past official working hours because she could’ve just reported him to HR for inappropriate work language.

Aelin rolled her eyes instead, resisting the urge to elbow him in the dick. She did have the perfect angle for that. “You’ve been watching me like a hawk. I get it that I’m a little slow with this stuff, but that doesn’t mean I need a big, strong man to make sure I do this right.”

“Wow, why do you have a stick up your ass? You would think that getting laid would help reduce the stiffness.”

“Would need good sex for that,” she retorted.

“Your screaming indicates otherwise,” he responded smugly, walking back to his desk before she could go through with her plan to elbow him in the dick.

Aelin just scowled at him, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of finding her flustered. They had found out this morning that the interview for the CCO position was in one month, and she couldn’t afford the distractions.

No matter how good looking they were.

“Stop biting your lip.” Aelin jerked her head up, surprised at the sudden harshness in Rowan’s voice. He was looking at her from his seat, eyes boring into her with a heated gaze that made Aelin swallow. She wasn’t even aware that she had been biting her lip.

“Or what?” she asked.

“I’ll do it for you,” he threatened, and she could tell that he didn’t entirely mean it. They would never do anything at work — barring that one time in the closet last week — and she wanted to see him lose it. She wanted to beat him at this competition that they had inadvertently started. She wanted him to be as distracted as she was. Ever since they had sex, they kept driving the other up the wall, wondering who would be the first one to break.

A competition at work and out of work.

“Sure, but you’d be making the first move.”

“Oh, so this has become a competition?”

“Isn’t everything between us?”

“No.”

“No? That was a very confident response.”

“The sex definitely isn’t because you would have no chance at winning otherwise.”

Aelin raised an eyebrow. “Why?” she asked, humoring him.

“For every one orgasm I have, I make sure you have at least two. There’s no way for you to beat that.”

“That’s a bold claim for one time.”

“Well wouldn’t you like to find out if it’s true or not.”

Aelin finally locked her laptop and placed her palms flat on her desk, using the force to push herself out of her chair. She walked over to Rowan, her heels clacking on the tiled floor.

“I think,” she breathed as she got closer to him, brushing her lips against the shell of his ear, “that you just want me too much. I can indulge you, if you’d like.”

He caught a hold of her neck, tipping her head down closer to his lips. This was dangerous. Someone could be watching the cameras, but that just made it that much hotter.

“And if I say yes?”

“I’d say, no,” she responded, immediately pulling away from him and starting to pack up everything from her desk and putting it away in her bag. Aelin had to force herself to step away and not turn around as she felt Rowan’s searing gaze on her the entire time as she walked away and over to the elevator.

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Clearly Rowan had been personally offended in some way because when she walked into work the next day, the man had decided he was going to murder her slowly over the course of the next eight hours. Rowan was wearing a form fitting gray blazer and pants suit set with a navy tie. While they did wear business clothes for work, she had rarely seen him wear the full set with the blazer on top, and she was probably better off in the long term for it because she swore she was about two seconds from having heart palpitations. The man was dangerous, and Aelin wasn’t sure she was going to win this competition.

The only saving grace was that it seemed like he was trying to get her to give in, which meant that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Truth be told, the rough sex was probably just what she needed to blow off the extra stress she was feeling because of the interview, and so it didn’t seem like that bad of an idea to say yes to another round (or several) with Rowan anymore.

It was that thinking that had her cornering him outside the building while he was walking to get his lunch from…somewhere.

“What?” he asked, sounding irritated. If he stopped her from buying lunch, she’d bite his head off, so that was fair.

Aelin put her hands up in a placating manner. “I’ll be quick! I have an offer for you.”

“What?”

“I think that it’s about time we end this little game of ours.”

He raised an eyebrow, and she could read the intrigue on his expression. “Game?”

“Yeah. Clearly, we both need the stress outlet, and the sex wasn’t awful,” she said, lying because the sex had been some of the best she’d ever had. “So, I was thinking we could just do a friends with benefits situation except it’s more of an enemies with benefits thing.”

He just looked at her, and Aelin wondered if he was reading her expression to see how truthful she was. That’s what she would do in his position, and she wondered how they had gotten to a point where their relationship was so full of animosity that the other couldn’t trust a word spoken.

In hindsight, it seemed strange that it would all be brought on by a bunch of snide comments, but she supposed that was what happened when two stubborn people started working together and vying for the same position.

“Enemies with benefits. Sounds better than friends with benefits,” Rowan commented, a slight smirk gracing his lips.

“It does,” she agreed. “Plus, it doesn’t come with the potential of falling in love.”

That brought on a full wicked smirk from him, one that showed off his teeth and the ferocious glint in her eyes that would normally have her crossing her legs, but she was focused on his response. “Don’t tempt me, Aelin.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Rowan.”

“I’ll swing by your apartment later tonight,” he simply offered before walking away.

It was strange, though, because she normally dreaded seeing his face during work hours, but seeing the same man in her personal space? It thrilled her.

Rowan showing up at her apartment seemed like a normal occurrence when he knocked on her door, and she opened it to let him in. Aelin didn’t know if she should offer him water considering she didn’t exactly have favorable feelings for anything beyond his physical abilities and his working habits. It wasn’t uncomfortable per se, just incredibly unnerving for him to walk into her apartment gazing around the living room, to see the photo frames with her friends and family lining the walls with her floral decals filling up certain empty spaces on the wall. He looked over to the paused Netflix screen, the remote on the sofa arm with a rolled-up fleece blanket where she was sitting. It felt like she was baring herself to him without getting anything in return.

Biting her lip, she rocked back and forth on her toes while he took off his shoes and blazer, carefully folding it up and setting it on the back of the sofa. He was still wearing his work clothes, and he hadn’t even unbuttoned it even though it was almost 9PM, and she wondered where he was before she remembered that she had basic manners.

“Oh, um, I can take that and hang it up?” Aelin awkwardly asked. He sent her a small grateful smile as he handed the blazer to her, and she hung it up in the coat closet. As Aelin turned away from him, she mouthed what the fuck to no one, because what the fuck was happening.

When Aelin turned around, Rowan was suddenly in her personal space, and she stumbled over her own feet, feeling herself fall backwards. Thankfully Rowan quickly caught her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her flush against him.

The feeling of his body against her ignited every nerve in her, reminding her just why he was there, and her lips connected with his. He must’ve eaten a mint or chewed gum right before coming over because she could taste the peppermint on his tongue as he swept it into her mouth.

She took advantage of his hands being occupied in keeping her upright to move her hands up from his chest to the collar of his shirt. She wanted to kiss his tattoo with the lights on this time, God damn it. Aelin was nearly successful in taking his tie off and unbuttoning the top two buttons before he had even moved on from her lips when his phone rang, startling them apart.

At first the two of them just stood in front of each other, confused, but Rowan’s phone rang again, and he pulled it out of his pocket. He glanced down at the caller ID before looking back up at her, and she read the hesitation in his eyes. Aelin decided to give him privacy and stepped into the kitchen, and Rowan took that as a sign for him to answer. She filled two glasses with water and took them to her bedroom, not wanting to eavesdrop, but hearing parts that filtered into her bedroom anyway.

“Father,” she heard Rowan say. Aelin started fixing random things that she was finding in her room that looked even slightly out of place to distract her, as if they had designated spots. She moved her makeup brushes slightly to the left, the sponges slightly to the right, and then contemplated just stripping down and waiting for him in bed. But then, she heard Rowan’s voice get louder.

“Seriously? Why do you want me to work for you now?” There was a pause for a bit as Rowan listened to what his father was saying. Aelin wasn’t surprised that Rowan was rebelling against his family, but it wasn’t like it was her place to say anything about. She’d just make snide comments as usual.

“Look, if I’m only useful to you now that you realize how important a data science degree can be instead of an MBA, then that’s something you should’ve considered earlier. I’m not working for you. Where was this support when I said I wanted to study whatever I wanted to study?”

Oh, so maybe this wasn’t what she was assuming. Instead of continuing to blatantly eavesdrop into a conversation that she was pretty sure Rowan didn’t want her to hear, she went to her phone and connected her earphones, just loud enough to drown his voice out. It didn’t feel like they should be having sex after something like that, but what else would they do? I guess she could tell Rowan that he could stay for coffee or something before leaving, but that would also be awkward considering he threw it out that first day.

Aelin was fretting over her clothes for tomorrow when Rowan softly knocked on the partially open door, looking visibly more disheveled than he was when he had first arrived. His hair was messy, the tie was missing, and he looked haggard.

“Hey,” she greeted, trying to pretend she didn’t hear anything as she pulled her earphones out. “Everything okay?”

He walked into the bedroom, eyes roaming over the furniture just as they did in the living room.

“Yeah, I guess. How much did you hear?” he casually asked as he opened up the buttons on the cuff links of his shirt and rolled the sleeves up while walking further into the room. Sighing, Aelin sat down on her bed, and he followed, looking at her with an amused expression rather than being mad at her.

“I didn’t want to listen in,” she started off, immediately defending herself, “but I heard something about your dad wanting you to work for him. That was about it.”

Rowan laughed softly at that before looking down at the hardwood floors, face scrunched up in concentration. His dad’s words must’ve hit him hard. “Yeah, that’s about it. Does that change your mind about me?”

Aelin snorted. “Are you kidding? You’re still just a rich kid who rebelled against his family. You just have reasons to rebel that are valid.”

“At least some things don’t change,” he mused. “You’re still assuming things, and you know what they say about people who assume things.”

“That they have great asses.”

Rowan stared at her before barking out a loud laugh. “You’re annoying.”

Maneuvering herself so she was sitting on his lap, she wrapped her arms around his neck, moving her lips down to his neck. There wasn’t anything she could do to console him considering they didn’t have that relationship, and she didn’t think he would open to it anyway, so Aelin did the one thing she knew she could do to distract him.

“But you like it,” she said into his neck, and continued to kiss and lick at his skin while unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. Aelin finally got her wish as she moved her lips to his tattoo, tracing the swirling pattern. It was mostly located on the upper right side of his chest, beginning right above his ribcage and stopping at the collarbone. Rowan sighed as he moved his hands to her hips and up to her ribs before back down, continuing the up and down pattern.

“And you really like that tattoo,” he breathed as she viciously sucked at the skin at his collarbone, right where the tattoo ended. He would probably end up with a hickey, and she didn’t even care. It’d be covered by his shirt, so it wasn’t like anyone would see it anyway.

Aelin grinned up at him. “What can I say? I like my men with tattoos.”

“A lot of them?” he asked, seeming genuinely curious as he tilted his head slightly down to look at her better. Seeing him all comfy and completely at her mercy made him look a lot like a puppy, and Aelin wasn’t sure what to do with this mental image. If they weren’t sending each other biting remarks, he was fun and comfortable to be around.

“Not really. Even that was an exaggeration,” she responded, pulling back to look at him completely this time. “It depends on the person and the design, so if it works for me, it really works.”

“Good to know,” he laughed, pulling her mouth down for a kiss, and she broke away soon enough to move out of his lap and down onto the floor, her knees inches from his feet. “Any specific reason for the tattoo?” she casually asked as she unzipped his pants, hands lingering. He helped her take them off before capturing her lips again, and she rested her hands on his thighs.

His hands went to take her shirt off once they broke apart, and he responded as his gaze darkened, eyes focusing on her bare chest. “I wanted to remind myself that there’s still light in the world somewhere, even if it’s not where I am.”

Aelin didn’t know what about that statement set her off, but she was seeing him in a new light that made him seem infinitely more attractive because he seemed more human. He was like her, struggling to get to where he was because he didn’t have the proper support system. She had monetary issues while he had familial issues, but either way, they both worked their asses off to get to where they were.

Instead of verbally saying any of that, she decided to use her mouth for a different purpose — because she would only do what she could in their weird, messed up relationship that bothered her as much as it pleased her — and took his boxers off.

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@morganofthewildfire @fireheartwhitethorn4ever @story-scribbler @swankii-art-teacher @larisssss @thegreyj @vasudharaghavan @aelinchocolatelover @tomtenadia @live-the-fangirl-life

#throne of glass #rowan whitethorn #aelin galythinius #romance #hating game au #tog fic #throne of glass fic #office romance #enemies to lovers

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inthenameofallthingsholy · 1 year

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A Perfect Night

Fandom: Star Trek Voyager

The request itself: General crew fic of them having fun

Requested by: @hauntedmoonchaos

Warning: the stardate at the beginning does not follow typical Star Date rules, as those rules are inconsistent and not even the creators know how they work. So, I created my own rules. I’ll explain the rules in a later tumblr post.

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Star-date: 4512.2375, 20:45 Hrs.

Janeway and Chakotay walked through the corridors towards the mess hall. They had been told through the grapevine that Tom Paris was planning something “new and exciting” during the free period of the day.

Once they entered the mess hall they saw that the tables had been moved to the back of the room to make space for the rows of chairs facing a large black box with a protruding static screen.

Nearly half of Voyager’s population was sitting in seats, nibbling Neelix’s homemade Popcorn substitute: Noxcorn (made with Nox kernels), and quietly discussing what they thought Tom was up to.

Janeway gave an amused glance to Chakotay when she spotted the TV. “How many rations do you think it took him to replicate that ancient thing!” The two chuckled and took their seats with some Noxcorn.

Eventually Tom entered the room and stood in front of the Tv to speak to the crew. “Hello everyone and welcome to Movie Night: 21st century style!” The room had mixed reactions of excitement and confusion.

Tom continued, “This is a 21st century device I found while searching through the StarFleet databases called a DeViD!” He held up a shiny, holographic disc with a hole in the center.

Seven, who was sat in the 2rd row next to Naomi Wildman, calmly raised her hand.

“Yes, Seven?” Tom asked, somewhat dropping the ringmaster esc facade.

“I believe that was actually called a D V D in the late 20th early 21st century.”

“A DVD!” Tom exclaimed, returning to his dramatic introduction. “Thank you Seven for informing us of the correct pronunciation! Now, ladies, gents, and all those in between, prepare yourselves for the thrilling adventures of the legendary hero: Indiana Jones!”

The room cheered despite most having no clue who that person was or why he was considered a “hero.” Tom placed the DVD into the slightly smaller black box plugged into the TV and pressed play before taking a seat next to B’Elanna and Harry in the front row.

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Around halfway through the movie Harry whispered “I see why you like this movie” to Tom. “My friends and I used to watch it back at the Academy. I don’t think I’ve seen it since I graduated.” He whispered back.

On screen, Indiana was fighting a Nazi on a plane as gas leaked steadily to a pile of explosives.

“Why is it always Germans or Russians in these movies?” B’Elanna commented quietly.

Seven leaned forward to softly answer. “In the 1980s, most American citizens were afraid of Fascists and Communists due to the first and second world wars and government propaganda.”

“She took the words straight out of my mouth.” Tom added, stunned.

“Samantha Wildman has tasked me with being Naomi’s tutor so when we return to Earth she will be on the same academic level as other children of her age. Typical School curriculum for Naomi’s age group starts 20th century history around 3rd quarter.”

On screen, the Nazi Indiana had previously been fighting was killed by a propeller of the plane, spraying clearly fake blood on the wing and cockpit.

This caused the crew to produce a collective “oof” (except for Tuvok and Seven of course) and Naomi slapped her hands above her eyes in fear.

Tom scratched the back of his neck. “I forgot about that part.. oops…” B’Elanna rolled her eyes at the dumbass sitting next to her.

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The movie was coming to a close with most of the audience on the edge of their seat, with the usual exceptions being Tuvok and Seven. Naomi had fallen asleep with her head rested on Samantha’s lap and her legs rested on Seven’s. Tom was glad about that, as he definitely did not forget about the approaching scene, and did not want to be held responsible for a child’s nightmares.

Indiana and Marion were hung up together. “Don’t look Marion, don’t look.” Indiana commanded of her.

Then the thing Tom had waited for happened. The melting face. Gasps, oofs, and groans of displeasure erupted behind and next to him. Even Seven made a face of disgust.

“That is so disgusting, and so cool.” B’Elanna remarked, clearly enjoying the movie far more than she thought she would.

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When the movie ended (mostly) everyone clapped and cheered. Each of them had a comment about the movie as they exited the mess hall and back to their quarters for bed.

“I loved that movie growing up. Part of the reason I became a fan of Archaeology.” Chakotay mentioned to Janeway, Samantha, Harry, and Seven, who carried a sleeping Naomi in her arms.

“I used to watch it with my family growing up. My sister and I used to go on adventures on the farm pretending to be Indiana Jones’ sisters..or something.” Janeway added, remembering her farm in Bloomington.

“I quite enjoyed it.” Seven piped up, somewhat surprising everyone.

“What did you enjoy about it, Seven?” Asked Janeway, moving closer to her blonde friend and colleague.

“I thought it was an interesting plot, and the effects were of high quality for the era it was created.”

Harry stopped walking. “Wait, how do you know so much about 80s movies all of the sudden? Does Naomi’s curriculum have a course on 20th century film or something?”

Seven blushed slightly “I may have done some…other…personal research as well…” she replied shyly

The rest were astounded but unanimous decided not to continue, as to not make Seven more embarrassed than she already was.

“What did you think Samantha?” Chakotay asked politely.

“Harrison Ford is hot.” She said simply. Janeway and Harry both nodded and agreed, leaving a taken aback Chakotay and a confused Seven.

“I assume filming in a desert climate can cause one to overheat but I assume that the film crew had waters nearby to prevent such an event from occurring.” Seven stated, misunderstanding completely.

“No, Seven, Samantha, Harry, and the Captain feel that the actor who plays Indiana Jones is physically attractive.” Chakotay explained.

“Oh. I see.” The group chuckled kindly.

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The rest of the walk back to the respective quarters was filled with a comfortable silence. A perfect way to end a perfect night.

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Post notes:

Noxcorn- Nox is of course latin for night or darkness, so imagine a bluish black popcorn that tastes only slightly different from our human popcorn.

“Samantha Wildman has tasked me with being Naomi’s tutor so when we return to Earth she will be on the same academic level as other children of her age.”- This just made sense to me, as I don’t think it’s explained if Naomi has a teacher on Voyager other than her Mother, Godfather, and Seven.

Janeway and Harry both nodded and agreed- Whatever a heterosexual is, Harry Kim ain’t it.

#Star trek #star trek voyager #star trek voyager fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic request #gen fic #platonic fanfiction

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satanfemme · 2 years

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contemplating/venting about work under the cut

also. fuck my job for giving us such a low borderline-meaningless raise. I wanna know what kinda raise the CEO got this year. all the higher-ups are like "YAYYY!! you guys are making more now!!! isn't that so exciting ^_^!! see! we care about our employees!!" meanwhile it's still nowhere near enough to live on, all of my coworkers and I are poor as fuck, and the job is inherently emotionally/physically destructive. it's a sacrifice we all knowingly signed up for, but NOT for the "reward" of poverty. imho.

I have coworkers living with both a partner AND roommates just to afford one tiny apartment. one of my coworkers moved down the street from work to save on gas money (among other reasons). lots of us have side hustles, needless to say. whenever I mention having a whole studio apartment for myself, the first thing I'm always asked is "HOW?!?!?! how do u afford that?!?!?!" and of course the answer is "I don't, lol. nearly all of my paycheck goes towards it and then I take on debt to afford most other things". but I mean, look at that exchange, isn't that insane? an adult mentions to a co-worker that they're renting one (1) shitty room for themself and a dog to spend most of their time in, and the co-worker's immediate reaction is shock cause that's a fucking Luxury lifestyle? might as well say I own a yacht. but the reaction is literally rational and correct!!!!! it's so depressing. it's so so depressing that this is just reality. our CEO was making the equivalent of $80/hr last year. all the higher ups think we should be over the moon for $16/hour this coming year. what kind of raise did the CEO give themself? what will $16/hr cover a year from now really; in autumn 2023? cause in autumn 2022 it's already not covering much.

the deafening silence during our budget meeting, when all us wage employees were asked if we had any questions about the raise. we were previously told (tho, in no on-paper legally-binding way) it'd be to $17/hour. $17 was the Bare Minimum living wage for this area back in 2019. it's now 2022, and we were denied that wage. why? that's my question. but I didn't ask it either, obviously.

I know I'm not the only one feeling stuck and scared. every convo with my co-workers lately, no matter what topic it started with, has somehow turned itself into mutual grief of "I wish I weren't struggling to survive. I really like this job. there's no better animal welfare jobs in the area. this was my escape from a shitty animal welfare job. there's no guarantee that any other job, in any field, would let me be gay/trans/disabled/mentally ill/myself/etc the way I can here. many jobs would turn me away immediately. I feel overworked. I don't know how to afford things." ...and then I bring up the "CEO makes $80/hr" fact and lol. the unspoken tension that plain statement adds to the conversation.

I'd call myself a lil firestarter for it, but the info is public and easy to find. I'm surprised I'm the only one who did the math but I'm glad more people are becoming aware of it. the wage employees are the ones DOING the actual work here, u know? the paperwork, and blog posts, and emailing bestie PETA (ugh), and handshaking the governor (who's actively attempting to pass transphobic legislation but shhhhh) are all very important for the business the cause as well I'm sure, but an animal welfare org would not EXIST without the laborers who know how to, you know, care for the animals. even at the expense of ourselves and our safety.

oops idk, is this rant getting mean? the higher ups are always very nice to me, I'm being a lil mean. but I had to help give a co-worker first aid the other day, and when we were like "hey, you clearly broke something, you're covered in blood, you're fading in and out of consciousness, and we don't know how long you were out before you were able to call for help. let's drive you to a hospital now." they refused to go anywhere but an urgent care clinic cause, u know, money? and then I clocked out late cause we're so overworked we can't afford a single detour during our shift like that. (and can't clock out til all the work is done ^_^). so yeah if I'm coming off a lil bit like a mean commie rn maybe that experience is why. I wonder how often the CEO gets injured on the job? do u think the $80/hr is to cover all those dog bites they get on the daily ... in their personal office space nowhere near the animals?

idk if we're gonna unionize any time soon, but I know I'm not the only one feeling this way. maybe that's the silver lining. still, it doesn't stop the nightmarish elephant in the room either. anywaysssss that's my rant for the day thx

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