New Year CH 10

December 6, 2020

“I don’t know how the hell to make it through two more weeks, Sig,” he said, sounding so SAD suddenly.

Looking sideways out the window, she swallowed, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. She could feel a thick layer of darkness in his tone, the same tone of Starboy’s unnamed narrator. She had always imagined his voice while reading it, but she’d never actually heard Loki speak like this. It wasn’t just dark. It was…what was the right word for it? Dangerous. Downward-spiral dangerous.

Bottle of oxy dangerous.

Not that she could ever be ready for hell, but she needed more time to heal from this awful year before she had enough strength to wrap her arms around him and kick and kick and kick to keep his unbearably heavy head above the water

New Year CH 9

November 22, 2020

Her responding flinch was violent as her hands flew up to cover her mouth, and he knew that was the exact moment he should drop to his knees and apologize until he was blue in the face. Had he just told her that she should be SCARED of him?! What was this, his own damn villain origin story?!
Eyes blowing wide, he held his hands up as if in surrender.

“I did not mean that…” he swallowed, shaking from the adrenaline, from the norepinephrine, from the testosterone, from a cocktail of hellish over-stimulating chemicals that seemed to think some hungry lion was ten feet from him instead of a picturesque beach and a gorgeous girl who loved him infinitely more than he deserved.

“Sig, oh my god, sweetheart, I am so unbelievably sorry. That was an absolutely unforgivable thing to say to you. I don’t even…” he trailed off, hanging his head so he wouldn’t have to see the damage.
He rubbed his temples for twenty seconds or so before looking up at her again. Her lips were trembling, and the pained look in her eyes made him want to throw up. It made him want to turn on his heel and run away like an absolute coward. It also made him want to run straight to her, wrap his arms around her, pick her up, and carry her with him everywhere. He opened his mouth to say more, but she spoke first.

“Thank you for apologizing,” she blew out a breath. “I would be out of here otherwise.”

“And you would be right to go,” he swallowed again, even more nervous now. But oh dear god please DON’T.

New Year CH 8

October 9, 2020

“Loki Odinson, you sold your soul to be able to drive like that,” she said, shaking her head. “It is the only explanation.”

Killing the engine, he grinned crookedly as he unbuckled his seat belt. “Yet another reason to think I’m the villain in this story.”

He then carefully leaned over the parking brake, slid one hand up her inner thigh and the other behind her neck. Just as his lips touched hers, the cars that had been stuck behind the red light a block behind them drove by, several of which honked, then they heard several shouts and whistles.

“Look at this slick motherf-”
“He said SWERVE.”
“God. DAMN. That job was clean as HELL.”
“Boy told Vin Diesel HOLD MY BEER.”
“YOU HAVE LEVELED UP, SON.”

Other words and phrases were spoken, but he had no clue how the hell to translate what he assumed was Gen Z slang. Her shoulders started shaking, and he laughed out loud when she snorted against his mouth. The rapid fire back and forth conversation on the sidewalk outside was absolutely bonkers.

tricky mind, Pretty Words: About Jennifer.

September 4, 2020

Tricky Minds, Pretty Words. I’m a writer- your basic “creative” type. Bipolar. ADHD. Insomniac. Head in the clouds. Space cadet. Getting high on my own chemicals one second, and crashing two seconds later. That’s me, in a nutshell.

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