This was a fun little one shot I wrote because I kept getting distracted by Tom and Loki instead of working on my novel. Sam and Dean are from Supernatural, and they're only a minor distraction compared to Tom and Loki. The original is posted to my Tumblr.
I stared at the flashing cursor. It mocked me, I knew. I had to get this paper done, but there were so many lovely distractions on Tumblr, Twitter, and Facebook. I’d find myself typing a line or two of my paper, head to the internet and find an hour had gone by.
Fandoms could be such a bitch.
I sighed, purposefully closing out both running browsers, and set iTunes to play my favorite playlist. I would get this paper done once and for all.
“Such a pretty pet.”
I closed my eyes, fighting a shudder and a sigh as I imagined shoulder length ebony hair, green eyes, and a smirk. This was so not happening, not again. I took a deep breath and resolutely started typing again.
“I don’t think she’s listening.”
I could feel those soft blue eyes as they watched me curiously. I bit my lip, fighting the urge to drown in them. Paper, I thought, fighting to keep my gaze on the page and the flashing cursor.
“Look, is this gonna take long? We’ve got…things…to do.”
“Shut up, Dean.”
“C’mon, Sammy, let’s just throw some salt around her, and we can come back later.”
I very calmly plugged my earphones into the jack on the computer and turned up Imagine Dragons. I took a deep breath, and started to write again.
“I’m sorry, but you know those don’t work on us.”
Soft blue eyes still watched me curiously, an apologetic smile on his face now. No, I thought resolutely, I need to finish this.
“But you’ll have time later.”
Pale eyes stared at me from within a pale face surrounded by long, unkempt, black hair. I eyed the browser icon.
“Your movie isn’t even out yet. I’m sorry, but you don’t get to be here yet.”
“It’s not my fault she’s curious about me.”
I shook my head. No, I would not be curious. I didn’t have time to be curious. I flexed my fingers, cracked my knuckles, and went back to writing. I made it about two paragraphs before a soft cool breeze tickled the back of my neck. I shivered.
“Keep telling yourself that it’s a breeze, pet…I do not like being ignored.”
I eyed the browser icon again. It would only take a…no. No, I wouldn’t open it. I set my jaw and went back to writing about Shakespeare.
“Oh, I love Shakespeare…wouldn’t it be better to use Othello? I know you have a fondness for Macbeth, but…”
They were the most persistent, I realized, but even they had to wait. I absolutely had to get this paper done. Once it was done, I would pop on Avengers…
“Thor would be better…”
…I would pop on Avengers, and watch Loki. After that, I would finally watch Deep Blue Sea. That would be my reward once the paper was done!
“I thought you liked Warhorse?”
Warhorse makes me cry. “Damn it,” I growled softly. “I am not doing this.”
A hint of laughter appeared in those blue eyes. “Apparently, you are.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed. Ok, but only Tumblr. I clicked the icon.
“Well done…now you know what to do…KNEEL.”
“Loki, now would not be the best…”
“Oh, I see now…”
Admitting defeat completely, I opened Twitter and Facebook as well. The paper could wait another hour.
The End