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for the purposes of this question, all forms of professional lodging count (motels, AirBNB, etc), or just use your best judgment I guess. I'm mostly curious if anyone actually travels alone and/or if anyone has needed to get a local room for whatever reason.
#Yes and it's brilliant#You don't have to consider anyone else for a brief bit of time and that's sometimes just such a relief#Not that I don't love my flatmates and friends etc. but it's such a rare thing to only think of what I want and need#A whole space that's only mine? Incredible! even if it is just temporary
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I would adore your take on a Jaina Bronzebeard playlist if you're still looking for characters!
Jaina is my favorite naddpod npcs! hope you like it <3
"You sit there in your heartache / Waiting on some beautiful boy to / To save you from your old ways"
Jaina reflecting on her childhood with Gemma (and Hardwon) never thinking this would be what would take Gemma away from her
"Don't leave me to breathe / Don't leave me to bleed / For someone who chose to leave me be"
another one for Gemma, I keep remembering Jaina did everything she could to have her reincarnated, and she told her in a dream she doesn't want to come back </3
"Where innocence is burned, in flames / A million miles from home, I'm walking ahead / I'm frozen to the bones, I am / A soldier on my own, I don't know the way"
Jaina leaving Frostwind, leaving her family, to be a solider on her own trying to make things right
for Jaine and Moonshine! I love how awkward and proper she is
"When I am king / You will be first against the wall"
Jaina talking back Irondeep from her corrupt family, and fending off Mothership.. "I may be paranoid but no android / Ambition makes you look pretty ugly"
Send me a naddpod character and I'll make a short playlist for them!
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Cool, Calm, and Collegiate - Chapter 7
We did it! We finished @blupjeansweek with prompt 7 - Reunion.
You can read below, or on Ao3. Missed yesterday's chapter? Catch up here. or read the whole story in one go.
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There’s an emergency meeting in the aftermath, a lecture on press interaction and how to deal with any angry parents that might be in touch. They’re also notified that the children from the twins’ class are going to be split among them. There’s no question of Edward and Lydia coming back, especially not with the formal investigation still underway.
The rest of the summer season is blissfully dull by comparison - kangaroo shoe day has nothing on beemageddon. The kids still enjoy it, natch, but it feels safe enough, contained fun (which is exactly what it should be.) They get good grades, she gets good reviews, and the summer marches inexorably on to a blank spot on Lup’s map. There’s no plans yet, no nothing.
The worst part of all of it is the waiting. Lup’s utterly sick of it.
She’s waiting for news from jobs, she’s waiting to know where she’ll be living and what she’ll be doing, and she’s waiting to tell Barry that she’s in love with him and would like to bone down proper style about it if he’d be game actually. Not that she’d say it that way… probably. Honestly at this point it’s a real risk - she’s nearly blurted out her feelings a few times and she definitely keeps staring at his lips at inappropriate moments, but she wants it to be good, he deserves that.
The worst part is, the worst bit of it all, she knows he feels the same. She’s seen the way he looks at her, knows that he’s felt the change between them too. It would be so easy to just say something, pop the unnecessary protective bubble that they’ve both built up around themselves and fall into the relationship they’ve been unknowingly carving out all these years. But she doesn’t. She can’t until she knows the plan, it’s not fair to him.
“Last week of summer school!” Barry says, next to her in bed.
“Yeah.” She snuggles in closer and lays her head on his chest. “And still nothing back about last week’s interview.”
“Ah… well, they’d be lucky to have you.” Barry soothed his hand across her back. “If they go with someone else they’re idiots.”
Lup sighs heavily. She knows that, she’s fucking fantastic, but hiring committees don’t always get the memo. She bodied that interview, but… nothing. “I just want to know the plan and where I’ll be and what I’ll be doing. I don’t think that’s unreasonable!”
“It’s not.” Barry’s tone isn’t the faux-soothing one that people sometimes adopt with her when she’s complaining about the tenuous nature of taking short term research jobs, he means it. “I remember the post-doc years, it’s no fun.”
“I just want to be in one place and working on something important.” Lup nuzzles her head against Barry. “Something like the bonds research”
“Well....” Barry pauses as if he’s trying to work out exactly how to phrase what he’s about to say. “What if something like the bonds research was the bonds research?”
“What?” There’s no way.
“Well, I was thinking, you’re doing so much on the project anyway… it’d make sense for it to be formalised. I already want you to publish with me, but it would make more sense to just have you on the team.”
“You want to hire me as a post-doc?” Lup’s face scrunches up in consternation.
“No, I want Lucretia to hire you as a researcher.” Barry says as if it’s that simple. As if that’s a thing that can just happen.
“Fucking what?” Lup sits upright. “You want to nepotism me a job?” She doesn’t know whether to kiss him or kick him. Maybe she could do both, she’s talented. But she doesn’t need his help to succeed, she can do that all on her own. She doesn’t need pity.
“No! I mean… kind of.” Barry frowns. “This isn’t how I wanted to ask you… Shit. Look, obviously I know you, so it’s possibly kind of nepotism technically if you squint, but I want you because you’re a brilliant researcher who’s familiar with the project. You’ve got all the qualifications and more besides and IPRE would be lucky to have you on staff. You’ve already helped me solve like three issues this summer alone, why wouldn’t I want to work with you on this?”
Lup’s about to shout at him about not needing pity, about to push herself away, but she resists the urge. Really, he’s not wrong. She found her first post-doc through a researcher she met at a conference, there’s literally networking events for these kinds of reasons. She’s a baller scientist, she’s a phenomenal researcher, she’s the best teacher the IPRE ever saw if her reviews are to be believed, so why the fuck shouldn’t they want her… The main question was whether she wanted this.
She did.
But she couldn’t choose that fast, she should at least pretend, for salary negotiation if nothing else.
Lup jumps out of bed. “I need to shower.”
“Uh, sure.” Barry motions to the bathroom, as if she doesn’t know where it is by now. Sweet idiot.
She’s halfway to the door before she turns back and sits down next to him again. “Thanks Bear, I really appreciate the offer.”
“It’s not just because you’re you, you know. Lucretia wouldn’t put up with any bullshit.” He says quickly before she can turn and run again.
Lup kisses him quickly on the cheek before she completely loses her nerve then near enough sprints to the bathroom. She’s calling Taako before she locks the door behind her.
“Yes, I have seen the time thank you so much… Taako… Taako… TAAKO, listen, I think I got a job… Here! With Barry… no it’s… well, yeah it is kinda like that… but listen. Research! Proper research!... The bonds project… I guess I have been, yeah, I’ve been involved since nearly the start… Huh… No, I didn’t think about it that way… I don’t know… I haven’t had time to think about the logistics… I only just found out… He told me… In be…” She catches herself but it’s too late. “... it’s not like that!... I was here late… talking! We were talking!... No. Not about that… I haven’t figured it out yet. I will though… Don’t be gross… What should I do?... You think so?... What if something goes wrong?... yeah… good point… we’ve kinda been working on it for nine years… Thanks ‘Ko. Say hi to Krav for me… HA! I knew he was there… you can dish it but you can’t take it, you baby… I hate you too, super triple double… okay, I’ll keep posted… love you… bye!”
Lup starts the shower, then immediately stops it again and rushes back to Barry’s room. “Do I get an office?”
“Yes.” Barry says, he has the grace to not even look slightly startled by her swift reappearance.
“Okay. Thank you… shower.” Lup says quickly and leaves again.
She makes it halfway to the bathroom before she turns round this time. “Is it a permanent contract?”
“Yep.” Barry nods and sits up slightly, his attempts to doze abandoned.
“Thank you.” Lup leaves again.
Temporarily.
“Is it full time?”
“Yes, full time and year round, no term time nonsense. Lucretia’s really fair with this stuff. There’s campus housing for a bit if you need it too.” Barry looks at her as if waiting for another question.
She never said he isn’t smart. He knows his stuff.
“And there’s proper research support?”
“Budget for research expenses, publication fees, and support to take time off to go to conferences and training.” He smiles.
She smiles back. “Huh. Okay.”
“Okay…?” Barry’s eyebrows raise expectantly.
“Okay it’s time to shower.” She gets to the door before turning back. “Oh, also, I think… No, I know, I’m in love with you… bye!” She sprints for the bathroom and locks the door behind her, only just resisting the impulse to keep running. She did it! She did it! She’s got a job! And maybe a Barry? Fuck… that wasn’t the plan. Adrenaline surges through her system as she grabs her phone again.
“‘Ko?... I’m gonna take the job… also I told Barry I love him… I don’t know… what do you mean what do I mean?... I told him I’m in love with him… I ran away… bathroom… well it wasn’t exactly planned was it?... Put Kravitz on, I can hear him saying calm and useful things in the background… Hi Kravitz… nice to meet you too… uh huh… yeah, sprinted out of there… okay… that’s a fair point… yes… no it wouldn’t… in my defence I can’t say I was thinking at the time… how did Taako tell you… really? Oh fuck… bye Kravitz!... I saw an opportunity… fine… sorry… Yes, I will… Love you too ‘Ko, byeeeeeeeee.”
Lup laughs as she hangs up. Taako seems happy, Kravitz seems nice, now she just needs to fix whatever the fuck mess she just created, but she’d quite like to do it clean.
There’s a light tap at the door as she’s washing her conditioner out. “Lup?”
“Who isssssss it?” Lup sing songs.
“Lup!” Barry sounds like a guy who’d just had someone confess they were in love with him and then sprint away without any follow up opportunity. Oops.
“Sorry Bear. I’m nearly done.” She feels guilt prickling at her. There’s no nervousness, she knows he feels the same, it’s so evident, but she’s had time to freak out about it with Taako and Kravitz, he’s been stewing. “I’ll be with you soon, in fact, do you just wanna come in?”
“I… uh…” Barry sounds panicked at the prospect.
Lup reaches out to unlock the door. “It’s open, you can if you wanna.”
She can almost hear the anxiety rolling off him.
“You can wait if you’d rather, it’s fine.”
The door cracks open.
“In or out, you’re letting the cold air in.”
The door clicks shut. “You’re in love with me?” Barry asks.
“Head over heels.” Lup says matter of factly. “Sorry for… you know, the sprinting. I’ve been trying to work out how to tell you and it keeps nearly slipping out and then it actually did so I panicked.”
“I know.” He says simply. “I’ve been trying to tell you too.”
“To tell me what?” Lup asks, smiling to herself.
“That I’m in love with you.”
“There you go.”
“What?” Barry asks.
“You just did it.” Lup peeks her head out from behind the shower curtain and grins at him, not that he can see her, his glasses are totally steamed up. “We both did it!”
“Oh… yeah. I did do that. We did that!” Barry smiles, pleased with himself. “What do we do now?” He asks.
There’s a long pause, water sloughing the last of the conditioner from Lup’s hair.
“I mean… I’ve got some suggestions, but they’re not very PG.” Lup tries to sound as sultry as possible.
Barry laughs. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Now pass me my towel please?”
She knows for a fact that Barry screws his eyes shut behind his glasses when she steps out of the shower, she loves him for it. She also loves him for the way he pretends the towel is a matador’s cape as he prepares to wrap her in it, and the small kiss he plants on top of her head when he does.
“I have a suggestion.” Barry says.
“I’m willing to hear it.” Lup replies.
Barry laughs and cups her face gently with calloused palms, she knows every scar on his hands and most of the stories behind them. She’s traced the shape of them while they talked late into the night, and now his thumb is ghosting along her lower lip. She kisses it quickly. It’s clearly enough permission for Barry and he dips his head to press their lips firmly together, stroke his thumbs across her cheeks. It’s a chaste kiss, a perfect first kiss, but Lup wants many more kisses from Barry and she plans to get them.
“When does Lucretia need to hear back from me?” She asks, kisses her way along Barry’s jaw as he answers.
“Uh… I don’t… Lup, I’m not… I can’t concentrate…”
“Don’t then.” Lup replies.
Barry doesn’t, not on the job, anyway.
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Bear,
Hey office neighbour! I bet you didn’t know that there was a letter tube between our offices, but boy is there.
I know, you’ve been thinking to yourself that seeing me at work, at home, on dates and via email just isn’t enough. Don’t worry, the carrier pigeons are in training. But hopefully for now this’ll suffice.
Thank you, not for the opportunity (though thank you for that too), but for wanting me and letting me know that. I never feel less than with you, and I hope you know how much I adore you.
Anyway, what do you want for tea later?
Love you (collegiately, we’re at work, be professional!) with my whole heart,
Lup xxxxxxx
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Emily Axford has the opportunity to pull the funniest move possible. Imagine: She brings in an entirely new character, and in the last five minutes of the last episode, they drop the disguise to reveal that she's been playing fig the entire time.
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fuck it everyone tell me about one fanfic which has changed your brain chemistry
#Liminal Spaces and Criminal Cases#Kravitz is thinking about how hot Taako is and he thinks about his big thighs#I had literally never seen appreciation for bigger bodies like that before
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another banger goblin pc from Brian Murphy. Sopping wet (literally), eyes that radiate kindness, was in a death cult, wants to be in one again
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Cool, Calm, and Collegiate - Chapter 7
We did it! We finished @blupjeansweek with prompt 7 - Reunion.
You can read below, or on Ao3. Missed yesterday's chapter? Catch up here. or read the whole story in one go.
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There’s an emergency meeting in the aftermath, a lecture on press interaction and how to deal with any angry parents that might be in touch. They’re also notified that the children from the twins’ class are going to be split among them. There’s no question of Edward and Lydia coming back, especially not with the formal investigation still underway.
The rest of the summer season is blissfully dull by comparison - kangaroo shoe day has nothing on beemageddon. The kids still enjoy it, natch, but it feels safe enough, contained fun (which is exactly what it should be.) They get good grades, she gets good reviews, and the summer marches inexorably on to a blank spot on Lup’s map. There’s no plans yet, no nothing.
The worst part of all of it is the waiting. Lup’s utterly sick of it.
She’s waiting for news from jobs, she’s waiting to know where she’ll be living and what she’ll be doing, and she’s waiting to tell Barry that she’s in love with him and would like to bone down proper style about it if he’d be game actually. Not that she’d say it that way… probably. Honestly at this point it’s a real risk - she’s nearly blurted out her feelings a few times and she definitely keeps staring at his lips at inappropriate moments, but she wants it to be good, he deserves that.
The worst part is, the worst bit of it all, she knows he feels the same. She’s seen the way he looks at her, knows that he’s felt the change between them too. It would be so easy to just say something, pop the unnecessary protective bubble that they’ve both built up around themselves and fall into the relationship they’ve been unknowingly carving out all these years. But she doesn’t. She can’t until she knows the plan, it’s not fair to him.
“Last week of summer school!” Barry says, next to her in bed.
“Yeah.” She snuggles in closer and lays her head on his chest. “And still nothing back about last week’s interview.”
“Ah… well, they’d be lucky to have you.” Barry soothed his hand across her back. “If they go with someone else they’re idiots.”
Lup sighs heavily. She knows that, she’s fucking fantastic, but hiring committees don’t always get the memo. She bodied that interview, but… nothing. “I just want to know the plan and where I’ll be and what I’ll be doing. I don’t think that’s unreasonable!”
“It’s not.” Barry’s tone isn’t the faux-soothing one that people sometimes adopt with her when she’s complaining about the tenuous nature of taking short term research jobs, he means it. “I remember the post-doc years, it’s no fun.”
“I just want to be in one place and working on something important.” Lup nuzzles her head against Barry. “Something like the bonds research”
“Well....” Barry pauses as if he’s trying to work out exactly how to phrase what he’s about to say. “What if something like the bonds research was the bonds research?”
“What?” There’s no way.
“Well, I was thinking, you’re doing so much on the project anyway… it’d make sense for it to be formalised. I already want you to publish with me, but it would make more sense to just have you on the team.”
“You want to hire me as a post-doc?” Lup’s face scrunches up in consternation.
“No, I want Lucretia to hire you as a researcher.” Barry says as if it’s that simple. As if that’s a thing that can just happen.
“Fucking what?” Lup sits upright. “You want to nepotism me a job?” She doesn’t know whether to kiss him or kick him. Maybe she could do both, she’s talented. But she doesn’t need his help to succeed, she can do that all on her own. She doesn’t need pity.
“No! I mean… kind of.” Barry frowns. “This isn’t how I wanted to ask you… Shit. Look, obviously I know you, so it’s possibly kind of nepotism technically if you squint, but I want you because you’re a brilliant researcher who’s familiar with the project. You’ve got all the qualifications and more besides and IPRE would be lucky to have you on staff. You’ve already helped me solve like three issues this summer alone, why wouldn’t I want to work with you on this?”
Lup’s about to shout at him about not needing pity, about to push herself away, but she resists the urge. Really, he’s not wrong. She found her first post-doc through a researcher she met at a conference, there’s literally networking events for these kinds of reasons. She’s a baller scientist, she’s a phenomenal researcher, she’s the best teacher the IPRE ever saw if her reviews are to be believed, so why the fuck shouldn’t they want her… The main question was whether she wanted this.
She did.
But she couldn’t choose that fast, she should at least pretend, for salary negotiation if nothing else.
Lup jumps out of bed. “I need to shower.”
“Uh, sure.” Barry motions to the bathroom, as if she doesn’t know where it is by now. Sweet idiot.
She’s halfway to the door before she turns back and sits down next to him again. “Thanks Bear, I really appreciate the offer.”
“It’s not just because you’re you, you know. Lucretia wouldn’t put up with any bullshit.” He says quickly before she can turn and run again.
Lup kisses him quickly on the cheek before she completely loses her nerve then near enough sprints to the bathroom. She’s calling Taako before she locks the door behind her.
“Yes, I have seen the time thank you so much… Taako… Taako… TAAKO, listen, I think I got a job… Here! With Barry… no it’s… well, yeah it is kinda like that… but listen. Research! Proper research!... The bonds project… I guess I have been, yeah, I’ve been involved since nearly the start… Huh… No, I didn’t think about it that way… I don’t know… I haven’t had time to think about the logistics… I only just found out… He told me… In be…” She catches herself but it’s too late. “... it’s not like that!... I was here late… talking! We were talking!... No. Not about that… I haven’t figured it out yet. I will though… Don’t be gross… What should I do?... You think so?... What if something goes wrong?... yeah… good point… we’ve kinda been working on it for nine years… Thanks ‘Ko. Say hi to Krav for me… HA! I knew he was there… you can dish it but you can’t take it, you baby… I hate you too, super triple double… okay, I’ll keep posted… love you… bye!”
Lup starts the shower, then immediately stops it again and rushes back to Barry’s room. “Do I get an office?”
“Yes.” Barry says, he has the grace to not even look slightly startled by her swift reappearance.
“Okay. Thank you… shower.” Lup says quickly and leaves again.
She makes it halfway to the bathroom before she turns round this time. “Is it a permanent contract?”
“Yep.” Barry nods and sits up slightly, his attempts to doze abandoned.
“Thank you.” Lup leaves again.
Temporarily.
“Is it full time?”
“Yes, full time and year round, no term time nonsense. Lucretia’s really fair with this stuff. There’s campus housing for a bit if you need it too.” Barry looks at her as if waiting for another question.
She never said he isn’t smart. He knows his stuff.
“And there’s proper research support?”
“Budget for research expenses, publication fees, and support to take time off to go to conferences and training.” He smiles.
She smiles back. “Huh. Okay.”
“Okay…?” Barry’s eyebrows raise expectantly.
“Okay it’s time to shower.” She gets to the door before turning back. “Oh, also, I think… No, I know, I’m in love with you… bye!” She sprints for the bathroom and locks the door behind her, only just resisting the impulse to keep running. She did it! She did it! She’s got a job! And maybe a Barry? Fuck… that wasn’t the plan. Adrenaline surges through her system as she grabs her phone again.
“‘Ko?... I’m gonna take the job… also I told Barry I love him… I don’t know… what do you mean what do I mean?... I told him I’m in love with him… I ran away… bathroom… well it wasn’t exactly planned was it?... Put Kravitz on, I can hear him saying calm and useful things in the background… Hi Kravitz… nice to meet you too… uh huh… yeah, sprinted out of there… okay… that’s a fair point… yes… no it wouldn’t… in my defence I can’t say I was thinking at the time… how did Taako tell you… really? Oh fuck… bye Kravitz!... I saw an opportunity… fine… sorry… Yes, I will… Love you too ‘Ko, byeeeeeeeee.”
Lup laughs as she hangs up. Taako seems happy, Kravitz seems nice, now she just needs to fix whatever the fuck mess she just created, but she’d quite like to do it clean.
There’s a light tap at the door as she’s washing her conditioner out. “Lup?”
“Who isssssss it?” Lup sing songs.
“Lup!” Barry sounds like a guy who’d just had someone confess they were in love with him and then sprint away without any follow up opportunity. Oops.
“Sorry Bear. I’m nearly done.” She feels guilt prickling at her. There’s no nervousness, she knows he feels the same, it’s so evident, but she’s had time to freak out about it with Taako and Kravitz, he’s been stewing. “I’ll be with you soon, in fact, do you just wanna come in?”
“I… uh…” Barry sounds panicked at the prospect.
Lup reaches out to unlock the door. “It’s open, you can if you wanna.”
She can almost hear the anxiety rolling off him.
“You can wait if you’d rather, it’s fine.”
The door cracks open.
“In or out, you’re letting the cold air in.”
The door clicks shut. “You’re in love with me?” Barry asks.
“Head over heels.” Lup says matter of factly. “Sorry for… you know, the sprinting. I’ve been trying to work out how to tell you and it keeps nearly slipping out and then it actually did so I panicked.”
“I know.” He says simply. “I’ve been trying to tell you too.”
“To tell me what?” Lup asks, smiling to herself.
“That I’m in love with you.”
“There you go.”
“What?” Barry asks.
“You just did it.” Lup peeks her head out from behind the shower curtain and grins at him, not that he can see her, his glasses are totally steamed up. “We both did it!”
“Oh… yeah. I did do that. We did that!” Barry smiles, pleased with himself. “What do we do now?” He asks.
There’s a long pause, water sloughing the last of the conditioner from Lup’s hair.
“I mean… I’ve got some suggestions, but they’re not very PG.” Lup tries to sound as sultry as possible.
Barry laughs. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Now pass me my towel please?”
She knows for a fact that Barry screws his eyes shut behind his glasses when she steps out of the shower, she loves him for it. She also loves him for the way he pretends the towel is a matador’s cape as he prepares to wrap her in it, and the small kiss he plants on top of her head when he does.
“I have a suggestion.” Barry says.
“I’m willing to hear it.” Lup replies.
Barry laughs and cups her face gently with calloused palms, she knows every scar on his hands and most of the stories behind them. She’s traced the shape of them while they talked late into the night, and now his thumb is ghosting along her lower lip. She kisses it quickly. It’s clearly enough permission for Barry and he dips his head to press their lips firmly together, stroke his thumbs across her cheeks. It’s a chaste kiss, a perfect first kiss, but Lup wants many more kisses from Barry and she plans to get them.
“When does Lucretia need to hear back from me?” She asks, kisses her way along Barry’s jaw as he answers.
“Uh… I don’t… Lup, I’m not… I can’t concentrate…”
“Don’t then.” Lup replies.
Barry doesn’t, not on the job, anyway.
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Bear,
Hey office neighbour! I bet you didn’t know that there was a letter tube between our offices, but boy is there.
I know, you’ve been thinking to yourself that seeing me at work, at home, on dates and via email just isn’t enough. Don’t worry, the carrier pigeons are in training. But hopefully for now this’ll suffice.
Thank you, not for the opportunity (though thank you for that too), but for wanting me and letting me know that. I never feel less than with you, and I hope you know how much I adore you.
Anyway, what do you want for tea later?
Love you (collegiately, we’re at work, be professional!) with my whole heart,
Lup xxxxxxx
#BlupjeansWeek2024#Blupjeans#Noodyl Writes#Barry Bluejeans#Lup#That's the end of this year's Blupjeans Week gang! I really enjoy the challenge of making a fic from the prompts and I hope you enjoyed to#Thank you to everyone for the lovely tags on the reblogs (and the comments on the fic) they truly are so motivating!
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Nothing wrong with being noisy in a library if it’s abandoned.
Happy blupjeans week! I am here just in time. @blupjeansweek
[image description: a watercolor painting of Lup and Barry from the adventure zone balance sitting and having a conversation on the floor of an abandoned library. Lup is a tan-skinned elf with curly, long blonde hair pushed back by a headband. She is smiling cheekily and holding a coffee mug. Barry is a pale-skinned human man with a brown mullet and patchy beard. He wears glasses and has one hand on Lup’s back. He is pointing at her excitedly with the other hand as though she just said something very funny. There are several empty speech bubbles above each of their heads. End ID.]
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man i love how obvious it was that the coven was going for ame's throat. calling on her to go first when she has no experience and no example. chiding her so harshly when she fumbles a little bit. the leading questions. the call to kill her going more or less unopposed. it feels like some schoolyard shit and the blatant loaded dice stacked odds unfairness of it all made me a little sick to my stomach (positive)
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We’re in the line of the hurricane here in Florida which means two uninterrupted days to think about Duck Newton
Enjoy a lil duck dump while I nail down my design
I love a good human disaster ™️
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thank you justin for my fucking life
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the latest arc of The Adventure Zone has got me ITCHIN’ to explore Refuge like some good ol point-and-click adventure…..
btw, if you haven’t yet, I would solidly recommend checking out @theadventurezine . It’s going to be killer ✌️
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Cool, Calm, and Collegiate - Chapter 6
It's @blupjeansweek day 6, today's prompt is: Loss
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Barry tries not to hear Lup and Taako’s conversation, he’s glad the internet is finally up and running at the house, but he doesn’t want to invade her privacy by listening in. The only problem is that Taako’s talking loudly, and Lup’s talking loudly to be heard over him, and Barry’s walls are thin. He studiously tries to ignore it, but can’t help but be a little heartened when he hears that he was her competent knight in shining armour. He flees to the bathroom when Taako asks if they ‘boned down proper style.’ Nothing in him wants to hear Lup’s disgust at the prospect.
His mind’s too busy to dwell on that though, because Barry is suspicious. Deeply suspicious. The twins' teaching reviews haven’t been good, either from students or peer reviewers. He knows for a fact they’ve been dragged (after multiple ‘missed’ appointments) into Lucretia’s office on a few occasions to discuss complaints, student requests to move, and unmet session goals. He doesn’t like that they were the ones looking after Lup’s bag when it disappeared, nor that the only things missing were ‘just’ lesson plans and her room keys - which would be no use to anyone who didn’t know where she lived. Surely they’d take her wallet if it was just random and opportunistic? The theft of her research was, understandably, a touchy topic (he was already formulating ways to punish her old mentor, mostly via very specific questions asked at a conference in front of a large audience) so he didn’t want to bring it up with her yet. There was no need to add anything else to her plate. That said, going with her should help him figure out what had happened. If only he’d actually taken that Cleric class he might even have a deity to pepper with questions about it… nevermind though, he just needs to see whether anyone has visited the apartment. If they have, well, it will only serve to bolster his hypothesis.
Lup’s lounging on the sofa when he heads to the living room. She’s wearing a pair of his jeans with the legs rolled, the hair scarf she was using last night keeping them tight around her hips, and one of his old, faded college shirts tucked artfully into the waistline. She looks gorgeous, how could she not? But there’s a special thrill seeing her here, so comfortable in his house wearing his things, at ease, and happy. He wants that for her always, not an ill fitting wardrobe, but comfort and safety. It’s what he wants for all of his friends of course.
“Hey.” She says, smiling at him. “Sorry about ‘Ko, he was just worried. I hope we weren’t too loud.”
Barry nods sympathetically. “I don’t have siblings, but I can imagine it was scary to hear you got robbed. I would have been worried too, I mean, I was, but you know…” He tails off.
“He was glad to hear my knight in shining armour was around to look after me.” Lup winks at him and Barry can feel himself flushing red. “Thanks for looking after me, Bear.”
“Hey, it’s… uh, anyone would have.”
“They didn’t, though, did they?” Lup says, rolling artfully off the sofa and onto her feet. “You did.”
“Er. Yeah. I guess that’s true.”
“So, shall we go see if they managed to get in?” She smiles, but it’s tight, forced.
Barry nods, tries not to ruin the happy front she’s putting on by fussing. He’d hate for someone to break in here and go through his stuff, it must be awful not to know if that’s what she’s going to walk into. “After you.”
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“You really should be more careful with your things.” The woman behind the accommodation desk slides her glasses down her nose so she can glare at Lup harder.
Lup’s mouth twitches.
“She got robbed.” Barry says quickly.
“I wasn’t talking to you, Mr…”
“Dr, Halwinter.” Barry says. He hates using titles, but if she’s going to be awful then so can he. Plus, as much as he hates to admit it, sometimes it gets you further.
“Oh… well, er…” She sits up slightly.
“Dr Tacco here was robbed last night and is obviously very distressed about the occurrence, so if there is any way that you could speed up the process of getting her back into her room so she can survey it and see if anything else has been taken…”
“Fine.” The woman slowly levers herself out of her seat, glaring at Barry now instead. Good. He’d rather have that than her making Lup feel any worse.
“I’m sorry.” He says as soon as she’s gone. “I didn’t mean to jump in, I know you’re capable, but I also thought you’d probably be concentrating on trying not to…”
“... fireball her ass.” Lup finishes. “You do listen to me, I’m touched.”
Barry chuckles, then quickly rearranges his face back to stern disappointment when the woman rounds the corner again. “Here.” She slides a master key across the desk, far too fast to be done with anything but the hope they drop it.
Lup snatches it up. “Thank you for being so kind and helpful during such a difficult time.” She says sweetly.
Barry can’t help but snort out a laugh as the woman looks ready to combust.
The world’s slowest lift only seems slower as they inch up. “We should have taken the stairs.” Lup says, pacing, agitated.
“Potatoes are the best vegetable.” Barry says in reply.
Lup stops pacing. “What?”
“They’re nutritious, full of vitamins, they make chips. You don’t need anything else.” Barry shrugs as if it’s obvious.
“I know what you’re doing.” She narrows her eyes at him.
“Okay, well if you agree.” Barry smiles as innocently as he can manage. (Not very, Lup sees straight through him.)
“But there’s so little flavour! What’s going to make all your soups and stews taste nice if you’re just out there housing potatoes?”
His dedication to the humble potato carries them through to Lup’s floor.
“Thank you.” She says as she slides the spare key into the lock. “Even if you do like potatoes more than anyone should.”
“They’re perfect and I stand by it.”
You’re perfect.” He thinks she mutters as she opens the door and steps inside. He can’t be sure though. Maybe he’s mistaken.
He follows her inside and waits patiently while Lup inspects.
“Someone’s been here.” She says, simply.
“I’m sorry Lup.”
“My marking is in a different order and my student reports have moved.”
“Ah.”
“I’m going to have to report this to Lucretia. Whoever it was might have gotten personal information. It was just the worksheets, but sometimes they put stuff on there, you know.” Her voice shakes very slightly.
Barry nods stiffly. “Do you want me to wait here while you go in case they come back?”
“I guess they’ve taken everything they wanted to. At least my laptop’s still here.” She nudges a pile of clothes beside the bed and a laptop slides out from underneath.
“Smart.” Barry admires the ingenuity.
“Er… yeah, sure. Planned… But no, I don’t want to take up any more of your time, Barry. You go, I’ll let you know what’s going on later.” She tries to smile reassuringly and fails.
Barry waivers. He wants to scoop her up and fix everything, but knows that isn’t the answer. “Sure. Message any time, I’ll be on standby with coffee or, you know, rum. Whatever works best.”
“Maybe both.” Lup grins.
“Aye aye, Cap’n!” Barry salutes her and moves towards the door. “Seriously though Lup, if you need me, I’m here.”
“I know, Bear, you’ve shown me that.” Lup says quietly.
Barry lingers a second longer, then lets himself out. She’ll be fine. But who won’t be fine, is the fucking twins. He can’t go straight to Lucretia, Lup will be there soon, so he detours to his office to check the course admin folder for any new requests.
There’s four.
All of them from, surprise surprise, Lydia and Edward.
They want resources for their courses, for ‘new ideas.’ New ideas they had overnight.
Barry asks them in for a meeting.
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“Could you tell me a bit more about why you’d like the golf balls?”
“To teach the children.” Lydia says and rolls her eyes as if Barry’s being ridiculous.
It’d be charming if Lup did it. There’d be no malice behind it if Lup did it.
“Of course, but which lesson is this for?”
“Tomorrow’s.” Edward says. “That’s why it’s an urgent request.”
“Okay, and tomorrow you’re teaching…?” Barry prompts.
“The lesson we need the golf balls for.” Lydia replies quickly.
“Sure. Okay. Well, fill out the form and pass that on to The Director. You’ll need a health and safety officer, depending on the planned usage.” Barry relaxes very slightly, he clearly doesn’t need to do anything but wait for them to fuck themselves over here… and hope they don’t injure any children in the process… he’ll warn lucretia.
“Do you make Lup do this every time?” Lydia adds.
“Come on now, sister dear, it’s obvious she’s getting some…” Edward raises his eyebrows suggestively. “...very special treatment. We don’t need to press the issue.” Edward laughs and begins to stand.
“Are you making an accusation of preferential treatment? I can give you the complaint form for that as well if you’d like.” Barry refuses to rise to the bait. It wouldn’t do to give them the satisfaction. “In fact, I’ll add it to the stack.” He sets the printer going, takes it calmly and adds it to their pile of forms, smiling as sweetly as he can manage the entire time. “Have a wonderful day now.”
They leave quickly, scooping the forms on the way.
Barry pulls up the academic misconduct form and begins typing.
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“Madame Director…” Barry knocks on her door.
“Come in Barry, I thought I’d probably be seeing you today.” Lucretia says.
He stands nervously in the threshold. There’s no need for him to feel like he’s going to be in trouble, but the anxiety is in his bones.
“Take a seat.” Lucretia gestures to the spare chair. “And tell me what the fuck is going on.”
“What do you…?” Barry tails off.
“Cut the shit, Barry. I may be the director, but I see things, I know things. Lup comes in to tell me that someone stole her stuff and rifled through her room but only took lesson plans and student details and now suddenly there’s a barrage of forms from Lydia and Edward? I wasn’t born yesterday.”
Barry sits back, at least it’s not going to be as much of an uphill battle as anticipated. “I think they stole her notes and then her keys and went through her room.”
“That seems most likely.” Lucretia nods.
“So what do we…” Barry asks.
“We do nothing.” Lucretia says. “You, go and check in on Dr Tacco, I believe she’s rewriting at least 10 lessons worth of notes while also worrying that I’m going to fire her for data protection breaches. Obviously I’ve reassured her and printed off the information we had on the system for her so she’s not completely starting from scratch.”
Barry’s relieved to hear that Lucretia has reassured Lup.
Lucretia continues. “That said, we all know what happened, but right now we can’t prove anything. However, despite the fact those two seem to thrive on nothing more than other people’s misery, there’s not much they’ll be able to do in their necromancy class with notes on Lup’s magic science. They’re too lazy to consider that.” She smiles, a thin, firm smile, then asks. “Have you started the academic misconduct form?”
“Yes.”
“Good. It does well to be prepared. We don’t take kindly to theft.”
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Barry knocks on Lup’s door, not sure if his presence is going to be a help or a hindrance.
“Who is it?”
“Barry, I just came to see if I could help.”
“Come in, it’s open.”
Lup’s on the floor surrounded by paper, she doesn’t look up.
“How’s it going?” Barry asks, slowly lowering himself to the floor as well. His knees crack on the way down, but she’s worth it.
“Uh…” Lup looks up for the first time since he walked in. “Not great, but it’ll be fine.”
“Can I help?”
“Maybe… Uh…” Lup mixes the papers round. Then scatters them again. “I keep trying to find things and it’s…” She gestures at the papers and rubs her eyes with her fists.
“Okay, would it be useful for me to do some organising? You know I love figuring out a system…” Barry smiles at her, hopes it’s reassuring.
“Yeah… yes. That would actually be… thanks Barry.”
“While I do that, I think you should grab something to eat and drink. Go to the Davy Lamp, the walk will do you good - clear your head.”
“I should…” Lup protests weakly.
“Hey, hey Lup.” Barry holds her shoulders. “You don’t need to do all of this today, just tomorrow’s. You already put your orders in for stuff, you already have the rough outline, and all of this came from here.” He taps her lightly on top of her head. “You’ve got this. But you need to look after yourself. I’m here to help, let me.”
“But…” Lup tries again.
“What would you say if it was me?” Barry asks quickly.
“What?” Lup scrunkles her brow in confusion.
“What would you say if I was in your shoes and you were in mine?”
“That’s not…”
“What would you say?”
“I’m not you.”
“But you deserve care and looking after and I bet there’s not a chance that you’d let me do this on my own, is there?”
“No.” Lup sounds defeated, but not upset about it.
“So you look after yourself and I’ll look after these papers, and between us, we’ll get this sorted.”
Lup unfolds her legs and stands easily. Barry vows to move off the floor before she gets back so she doesn’t see the creaking, wobbling, and joint popping that goes into getting him upright. Friends don’t need to know everything about each other.
“Thanks Bear.” She says quietly before she walks towards the door.
“Oh, Lup.”
She turns back.
“Is there any chance one of your sessions involved golf balls?” Barry asks nonchalantly.
“Oh gods… yeah, I’d forgotten about that. One of the ‘pie in the sky, wait, fuck, that’s terrifying, back to the drawing board’ ideas… they can’t all be winners! I thought we could do something using the golf balls to make powder by just spinning them round really really fast with other stuff using a control elements tornado or something, but yeah… even for me it was a bit out there.” She laughs to herself.
“Of course, of course.” Barry makes another mental note to email Lucretia, maybe she should attend that particular class with back up…
By the time Lup returns with two coffees and four pastries (‘necessary fuel’), Barry’s fairly proud of the organisation system he’s bodged together. He also made it off the floor without Lup having to see.
“Woah. It looks better!” Lup grins. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet, we’ll see how it works in practice, consider me your librarian for the day. I don’t have any meetings so I’m yours.”
“My personal sexy librarian? I’ve peaked!”
Barry laughs so hard he coughs. Yeah, Sexy Sildar the Librarian. That’s him. Ridiculous.
“Do you have the approved draft for tomorrow’s class, please?” Lup asks.
“Here you go.” Barry hands it over.
“You included the notes too?” Lup’s voice wobbles slightly.
“I just paired up the things that seemed to correspond.”
“Barry, I love you.” Lup looks up at him with watery eyes, but she’s smiling wider than he’s seen since they were singing.
He didn’t anticipate being told he was loved by someone (who wasn’t his Mum) because of his excellent organisational skills, but hearing it from Lup, even if she was emotional and tired and frustrated, hearing it from Lup was magic.
“I love you too, Lup.” He says it with all of the sincerity in his breath and bones.
There’s a moment, a brief moment, where he thinks about what would happen if he tried to kiss her no. Just leaned down and took her hand instead of handing her more notes, pulled her towards him, cupped her face in his hand, and leaned in… But now’s not the time. He doesn’t want to be the guy that misreads a situation. Even still, something bubbles between them, there’s a current of something, something electric and fizzing and he could reach out for it he thinks, but Lup doesn’t need that right now. There’ll be time later, time to tell her how he feels, ask if she feels it too. Right now, though, right now? There’s a lesson plan to write.
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“Are you absolutely sure about the bees, sister dear?”
“It’s in the notes!” Lydia says, brandishing them at Edward. “Do you want to keep being mediocre, or do you want to excel?”
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Dear ‘Ko,
Okay, so I know you saw it on the news, and I know you rang, and I know we talked about it and then talked about it again. But what a fucking day! Turns out they were too engrossed in cheating and being complete dickheads to actually consider what the fuck they were doing. They just took all my notes and picked at random - apparently they included the ones I discounted because they were unhinged.
Anyway, updates you didn’t have when we last spoke today: the bees are dispersed now, I think we got all the golf balls, and none of the kids are hurt. The clerics said it’ll take a while for Edward’s swelling to go down, and honestly, good. It’s what he deserves. Lucretia zone of truth-d Lydia after it all kicked off. It was brilliant.
Miss you, love you, see you soon,
Lup xxxxxxx
P.S.
I think I might be in love with Barry???? Okay bye!
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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed. Find the final chapter here.
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"jens is gay" not bad per se, but a bit predictable and reductive, like, of course the flamboyant yet uptight dancer is gay
"it's unclear whether or not jens is genuinely attracted to men, but he's eager to perform gayness whenever it's profitable" iconic. hilarious. brimming with character
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I can’t even start to explain how naddpod hits it right on the head. Like especially with Alexandrite and the climate right now with ai. Like this entity that is trying to make everyone conform for the sake of progress. Doing this for evolution but fully missing out the point that the little things are what make them (us) as a species unique and wonderful. Idk I just think murph has some things to say and they are speaking to me currently.
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Some fanart for the Adventure Zone! I think Hodgepodge and Angus would be good friends under different circumstances
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The dichotomy of The Adventure Zone is being able to evaporate a god but not be able to climb out of a hole
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