Penelope is given a partial data set and reacts like a woman with absolutely no history of self-soothing.
A misunderstanding occurs.
There is spiraling.
There is flooring.
Things get very specific, very quickly.
Penelope is given a partial data set and reacts like a woman with absolutely no history of self-soothing.
A misunderstanding occurs.
There is spiraling.
There is flooring.
Things get very specific, very quickly.
This is Chapter 7 of Long Term! Emergencies and emotions...
I’ll be on vacation next week, and probably the week after as well. I’ll update as soon as I’m back.
Cheers,
Lovis
Chapter 19 - One hardware store, one deeply inconvenient amount of chemistry, and a truly irresponsible level of enthusiasm for household maintenance.
Okay, genuine vibe check: a lot of my dev journey is, unfortunately, bed-adjacent. Are we cool with that? Do we want more domestic bits, less of that, different balance? Just trying to get the temperature before I fling my entire sex life at the wall. Feedback welcome.
Thank you so much for all the kind messages this week. It’s been a very strange, upside-down little stretch of time, and I’ve appreciated them more than I can properly say without becoming alarmingly sincere on the internet.
Anyway, in the grand tradition of emotional whiplash, we are now returning to our regularly scheduled nonsense: Chapter 18 - in which these two absolute idiots discover the worst-named sex game of all time and are, unfortunately, very pleased with themselves about it.
✨Marco Polio✨
Hi! I guess you all know what Chapter 6 has in store... 🔥 Enjoy and thanks for your support! Every comment makes me grin like an idiot for hours.
Until next week,
Lovis
P.S. I’ll be at the book fair in Leipzig this weekend. If any of you are around and would like to meet up for coffee on Friday or Saturday, feel free to reach out via lovis.johnson123@gmail.com
No post Saturday because real life came in with a tire iron.
My brother died unexpectedly this week, and everything since has been sad, strange, and administratively cursed.
He was also the funniest person I’ve ever met in my life, so instead of being dignified about it, I’m posting two things today:
Chapter 17 — the usual chaos.
Joseph — a small flag planted in the lore.
He would have hated that sentence, which is how I know I’m doing the right thing.
Hey everyone,
this is Chapter 5! Probably one of my favorites in this story. It's the 101 on transferring a quad (aka Adam, so don't try this at home with a random quad you pick up on the streets... just saying. Try to get level surfaces, in any case). And there are feelings... very briefly. Because why deal with feelings if you could just deal with each other instead, right?
Have fun!
Lovis
Jack performs routine wheelchair maintenance.
Penelope discovers that basic physics is apparently a personal attack.
Data is collected.
Honesty happens.
Things escalate.
No one behaves responsibly.
Jack and Penelope go to IKEA. Fictional backstories are invented, productivity hacks get weird, and a stranger attempts spiritual intervention over Swedish meatballs.
Penelope says something she regrets the second it leaves her mouth. Jack is unreasonably delighted. A wardrobe is involved.
Chapter 14: Part II - the mushrooms go from “lol feelings” to rearranging furniture.
Feelings happen. Bodies happen. Gravity happens. Jack stops doing his polite-angle thing with his legs and Penelope's nervous system writes a thesis about it without asking permission. Jack quietly clocks a very specific setting in Penelope’s brain.
More emotional flashing in the street. No eye contact please.
Hi everyone!
Dropping Chapter 13
Featuring: one plate of fries, a man named Cam who should not be allowed in public unsupervised, and Jack weaponizing charm in self-defense.
There is also a couch, a bowl of popcorn, and a rapid-fire game that gets way too honest for something invented out of boredom. Everyone’s fine, feelings were just… lightly rearranged.🥂
Hello and welcome to Chapter 12
Joint Idiot Custody: HR “supports” them (with a light scolding), the office reacts like they’ve soft-launched a Super Bowl ad, and Jack and Penelope accidentally end up sharing joint custody of everyone’s bad takes.
Hello everyone,
Thanks for your comments last week! The story picks up momentum in Chapter 2. Say hi to Adam!
Cheers,
Lovis
Hi everyone!
Here's Chapter 11
We're in the post-glow debrief, several failed attempts at being functioning adults, one dive bar, Baby Ken, a cursed photo strip, and Penelope taking an offensively long time to clock the obvious. Everyone is (mostly) clothed, no one is chill, and frankly that’s our culture.
Hi! So. The last chapter was morning-after, bad coffee, and two allegedly professional coworkers trying very hard to act normal at the office.
Hello everyone,
I'm back with a new story! It’s not one of the three options you voted on recently—I’m still working on that one, and it’s going to take a little (a lot) more time.
In the meantime...
This is a little multi-chapter story, fully ready to share with you lovely people. Please enjoy Long Term - Chapter 1! The weird things that can happen when you book accessible hotel rooms under your own name...
I'd love to hear what you think!
Lovis
Thank you for sticking with this disastrously slow burn while these two idiots orbit each other like “what if we were in love but, like, conceptually.” I see your comments, I feel your pain, I am also screaming at them to just kiss properly and ruin everything.
Okay. Enough foreplay. Chapter 7: here we go.
Okayyy here we go 😅
This (the date scene) is the point where I started writing in real time instead of doing my usual “fast-forward montage in my head” thing, so reading it back now is cracking me up. I swear there was a full-blown novella happening in my brain during this date scene.
Anyway—hope you enjoy. 🫠🩵
Thank you all SO MUCH for reading along--every view, comment, DM, keysmash reaction genuinely feels like a tiny hit of Christmas morning in my phone.
Here’s Chapter 5 — more feelings, more chaos, same two idiots trying and failing to be normal about each other.
Hello everyone!
Since the story blog isn’t in full Hunger Games mode right now, I’m going to be a little slot-slut and post twice a week until we’re back to fighting for an open spot.
So, here’s Chapter 3. 😇📖
Okay hi, it’s me again. 😅
Thank you for the comments on the first one. Genuinely. I read them and immediately got a little too confident in public, which is obviously dangerous for everyone involved.
Here’s the next little installment. Same vibe: two emotionally competent idiots, one wheeler who makes my brain short-circuit, and me trying to act normal in public like it’s a job.
Alright. Onward.
Chapter 1 - Just Friends (Nothing to See Here)
Chapter 2 - Weekend Era
Chapter 3 - Video Games
Chapter 4 - Victorian Ghost
Chapter 5 - The Hoodie
Chapter 6 - The Brandon Problem
Chapter 7 - Rooftop Cowards
Chapter 8 - Horrible Idea, Validated
Chapter 9 - Morning After & Work Crimes
Chapter 10 - The Sex Dimension
Chapter 11 - Loud About It
Chapter 12 - Shared Idiot Custody
Chapter 14 Part I - Truth Serum
Chapter 14 Part II - Specific Settings
Chapter 15 - In Which a Woman Attempts Spontaneous Healing Over Swedish Meatballs and Penelope Commits Light Blasphemy
Chapter 16 - Weaponized Physics
Chapter 17 - We IKEA it
Joseph - A small flag planted in the lore
Chapter 18 - Marco Polio
Chapter 19 - Technicolor
Chapter 20 - A Lot
Okay, quick context before I throw you into “chapter one,” which is actually like chapter three emotionally.
Hi 👋 I’m Evie on the forum. I'm a chronic oversharer, overthinker, and a walking hazard sign for indoor voices…I'm also extremely loud about being obsessed with my boyfriend who is a para and uses a wheelchair. At some point my brain went, “this is probably a lot,” and instead of calming down I started writing it all down like a feral little court stenographer.