#ft. me and my future of dad humor

[bluejaysandblackbats]

In The Soup

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam

Summary: Jason Lives AU where he and Superboy become friends, despite Bruce's disapproval of Superboy. (ft. Jason's service dog, Gromit)

Chapters: 7/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Conner Kent, Roxy Leech, Rex Leech

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Conner Kent is Superboy, Good Friend Jason Todd, Protective Jason Todd, Overprotective Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Disabled Characters, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Get Along, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Developing Friendships, Sneaking Around, Disguise, Fluff and Humor, Secret Messages, Hiding in Plain Sight

Chapter Seven: Field Trip

Conner followed Jason around the museum and couldn’t help but smile at Jason’s childlike wonder. “This is cat’s eye prehnite… I remember when they added it to the exhibit because Catwoman broke in and tried to steal it,” Jason declared, “It usually wouldn’t be worth much monetarily speaking because it’s only a semi-precious stone… But cat’s eye prehnite is extremely rare and at nearly five carats-. Oh! It used to belong to an heiress who mysteriously disappeared in 1923 while visiting her paternal grandmother. Legend says the prehnite jewel was the key to an even greater fortune, but nobody can figure it out.”

Hearing Jason gush about history, value, and legends was more amusing than the exhibits. Someone tried to push past Jason by moving his chair.

“Hey, you ever heard of saying excuse me, chump?” Conner snapped.

The guy gave him the finger, and Conner advanced forward. Jason grabbed his wrist. “Conner, it’s okay—.”

“It’s not okay. It’s rude. You don’t just—. Sorry, you were talking about the prehnite,” Conner whispered. He took a breath, and Jason smiled.

“Thanks for speaking up, but I get treated like this all the time… And I don’t like to make a scene when I speak up for myself,” Jason sweetly corrected him. Conner bowed his head as his cheeks heated up. “Still, I’m grateful that you spoke up for me.”

“Anytime… Um… You were talking about the rocks,” Conner replied, gesturing toward a dagger.

“Typical Gotham cult story. It’s an ornate dagger with a ceramic handle, one blue diamond with a Marquise cut,” Jason described, “The noteworthy thing about the story is that one of Bruce’s—. My dad’s relatives on his mother’s side… His great-grandfather’s niece got involved with a cult that convinced her that Gotham’s most elite families owed a sacrifice to ensure the success of future generations. She tried to kill her three-year-old son to ensure her daughter's success from a previous marriage, but she said she was overcome by a mysterious force and turned the knife on herself. She survived, but no one ever saw her again…

“However, I did some deep diving and found a book. The author claims it was a work of fiction, but the book’s events resembled the cult’s killings in perfect detail despite the killings happening ninety years before her birth. She was a little older than my dad’s mom.”

“Your grandma?” Conner asked.

“Not really… I didn’t know Martha, and I was adopted way after she died,” Jason replied, “My grandma’s in prison.”

“For what?” Conner questioned as Jason led him to the next exhibit.

“Child endangerment, among a laundry list of other things,” Jason replied casually.

“The botanical gardens,” Jason smiled, “It’s my second favorite exhibit.”

“How do you know so much about everything in this museum? It’s like you know a fun fact about everything here,” Conner chuckled, “It’s cool.”

“Wow, um-.” Jason’s cheeks went rosy, adding color to his near-alabaster face. “Um… I used to come here a lot… And I’ve been on the virtual tour over a hundred and twenty times.”

“Why?” Conner questioned. The question was innocent enough, but the tightness in Jason’s chest said otherwise.

“I was in the hospital a lot, and when I got out of the hospital, I was stuck at home in a body cast,” Jason answered, “This is my first full week of being out and about again.” Conner frowned and kicked at the air.

“So, you must be thrilled to be outside again… I mean—. Sorry, that was dumb. I’m glad we got to spend time together,” Conner stumbled over his words. “I should stop talking.”

Jason giggled. “No, keep talking. I needed the laugh,” Jason joked.

Jason didn’t want to say it aloud, but it was exciting to be outside again. It was strange to have a free range of Gotham after everything. He thought Bruce would never let him leave the manor again. His phone vibrated, reminding him to take his medication. “Wanna grab a bite to eat?” Jason questioned. “My treat.”

Conner nodded. They left the museum and walked down the street. They ordered fries and a malt. Conner dipped his fries in his shake while Jason took his medication. “Conner, can I ask you a personal question?” Jason innocently asked as he drank milk before spooning his malt out of the cup.

“Go ahead,” Conner replied.

Jason glanced at Conner and cocked his head. “What’s the deal with the stunts? What do you get for doing all that?” Jason questioned.

“Mostly flack. I get a cut from whatever merch my manager can sell, and I get to travel around,” Conner answered, “And it’s supposed to get my image out there and help me gain the people’s trust.”

“You recited that line perfectly, but I call bull. Stunts aren’t gonna help you gain squat. You look like an overconfident carnival attraction. They’re robbing you of your personhood by making you act like a circus clown for change,” Jason replied. He didn’t mean to be harsh, but Jason hated people taking advantage of Conner.

“Do you think I’m a showboat?” Conner questioned. He bowed his head out of shame and refused to meet eyes with Jason.

Jason rushed to swallow his malt and fries because he didn’t want Conner upset. “Mmph… No. You helped me and didn’t tell anyone, even though it would’ve boosted your image. Then you ensured I got home safe because you were worried about me. You’re a good person, Conner,” Jason reassured him.

“How do I get other people to believe that?” Conner questioned.

“Okay, I’m no manager, but I know PR. Try to back off from the press. They can twist your words any way they want. The less you say, the better… No more stunts. Only show up when you’re actually needed, and don’t make a mess. If you do, people love a good clean-up job. Don’t be performative… Be personal. Pay attention to what the city needs and become that,” Jason advised, “ It's a slow process, but people will like you if you're real with them. You've got the big 'S', but what are you gonna do to carry its legacy?"

"But, I wanna make it my own. I don't even want people to treat me like the next Superman… I barely know the guy", "Conner replied.

"You don't? I figured the big guy would have you on speed dial," Jason mumbled in shock.

"Nah, we try to stay out of each other's way. It's weird between us," Conner replied.

Jason frowned. "So, you don't have any adults in your life? And no, your manager doesn't count," Jason muttered. Conner shook his head and took a spoonful of Jason's malt. "Give me a spoonful of your peanut butter." Conner grinned. Jason made Conner feel normal, and Conner made Jason feel the same way. They were just two teenage boys when they were together and nothing else. It felt good to forget. Even if it was only for a while.

[agustids]

A collection of BTS fanfics that I liked (u know the ❤ button), possibly some are re-read, since 2017. I hope you don’t mind that I like hurting my feelings most of the time with angst stories lol. my back hurts so much after compiling these fics ugh 

Warnings: some fics listed below contains smut (+18), better read the description of the story before proceeding. 

Will only update this masterpost every now and then. I will also set up a post with the stories I read in ao3 soon.

Feel free to suggest me stories that are not in this list <3 

Personal favorites (✬)

Kim Namjoon (k.nj)

➞ Letting Go (ft. p.jm) @bangtan-babe | angst, fluff

Min Yoongi (m.yg)

➞ Carousel ✬ @yoonia | angst, smut, suspense, arranged marriage!au  ➞ Wildest Moments @joonbird | angst, smut ➞ The Tenth Floor (ft. k.th) @notsoguiltykpop | fluff, humor, some angst ➞ Slytherin to my Heart @bangtan-insfired | angst, fluff, hogwarts!au ➞ Lesson Learned @chyubs | fluff  ➞ La Douleur Exquise @cinnaminsvga | fluff, angst, smut, incubus!yoongi ➞ The Wicked Witch @jimlingss | angst, fluff, drama, soap opera!au ➞ 2 am @sunshinejoon | angst ➞ Pipe dreams @chinesesuga | angst, fluff, smut (eventually) ➞ The Crown (ft. j.jk)  @sopewriters | angst ➞ Garden in my heart @army-author | fluff, bad boy!yoongi ➞ I want to be the one you write your love songs about @jiminandlemonade | angst, fluff ➞ Blackthorne Manor ✬ @kpopfanfictrash | gothic romance!au, mystery ➞ Signed in Black @yoon-kooks |  soulmate!au, bad boy!au, fluff, eventually smut ➞ Cool cats (and dogs, too) @gukyi | dad!au ➞ Inheritance @jincherie | hybrid!au ➞ Somebody Else ✬ @jjkthclub | angst, infidelity ➞ Internet Friends  ✬ @etherealino | social media!au, fluff ➞ The Devil Herself @jiminiethot | demon!oc, explicit smut  ➞ Sugar pie, honey bunch! @bangtaninink | sugar daddy!au ➞ Cut me open part 1, part 2 @hayjeon | smut, married, surgeon!au ➞ Camouflage @fairyscribbles | zombie!au ➞ interlude; dream, reality @dat-town | fluff, slice of life ➞ Lethal @analovegirl | explicit smut, fluff ➞ Piano notes @exi-dentally | school!au ➞ Late Bloomer @tayegi | werewolf!au, smut ➞ 72 miles   ✬  @namjoonchronicles | heavy angst, slight fluff   ➞ Black & White @akinnie75 | romance, fluff, slight angst, slow burn ➞ All I want for Christmas @hayjeon | single dad and ceo!yoongi ➞ Bunny Blues (ft. j.jk, k.nj) @httpjeon | hybrid!reader, angst, fluff, future smut ➞ Leave me @itsamejin | cheating, toxic relationship!au, angst ➞ Away from Me ✬  @personasintro | fluff, angst, smut, divorce!au ➞ Droplets @bts-timestories | historical, arranged marriage!au, yandere themes ➞ Goodbye @itsamejin | angst ➞ Heartstring Melodies (ft.j.jk) ✬ @whitesparrows97 | soulmates!au, angst ➞ I feel you in my heart (ft. j.jk)  ✬ @purpletaecup | drama, angst, romance, second chance ➞ Divorce @xjamlessparkx | angst

Park Jimin (p.jm)

➞ Blazing Arrows (ft. j.jk) @kingminie | fluff, angst, future smut, supernatural!au ➞ You are Really Perfect (pt 1), I was afraid to lose you (pt 2) @justtextmeoppa | slight angst, fluff in the end ➞ Neighbour @moonlitjiminn | fluff, romance ➞ The Arrangement @kpoptart216 | angst, arranged marriage!au ➞ I’ll never be her  ✬  @anon-luv | angst, romance  ➞ Chained to you @addicktjimin | tiny angst, fuck boi!jimin ➞ Taste the party (ft. j.jk) @winetae | smut, idol!au ➞ Temporary Bliss  @jjkthclub | angst ➞ Park Jimin @chulobangtan | angst ➞ Over Again @yoonia | pianist!au, artist reader!au, angst, slight smut ➞ A Serpent’s Flower, Sowing a Sapling (sequel)  ✬  | hogwarts professors !au, smut, married   ➞ Better @jeonggukookies | bestfriend!jimin, fluff/slow burn angst ➞ Come Home to me, Darling ✬ @roses-ruby |  cheating!au, angst, smut , fluff  ➞ Opposites Attract @kpopfanfictrash | hogwarts!au, smut ➞ Bloom ✬ @jamaisjoons | hanahaki!au, angst, smut ➞ Charity @inkjam-moon | royalty!au, fluff, light angst, smut ➞  A Sensitivity to Ephemera @akinnie75 | fluff, tragic, slow burn, romance

Kim Taehyung (k.th)

➞ Rent-a-Boyfriend™ @jimlingss | fluff ➞ Strawberry Shortcake (ft. j.jk) @btsinned | smut, angst, fluff, strawberry farmer!taehyung ➞ Pulse  @rohobi | angst, smut, medical!au ➞ Begin Again (ft. m.yg) @writtenyoongi | single parent!au, fluff, angst, sprinkle of smut ➞ Sweetpea (ft. j.jk) @nitaescence | explicit smut, ddlg!au ➞ Silver and blue series @untaemedqueen | werewolf!au ➞ Remember This ✬ @yoohtae | weddingplanners!au, angst

Jeon Jungkook (j.jk)

➞ Baby, My Baby  @pjimims | angst, fluff, parents!au ➞ Flirt (ft. k.th)  @slyscenarios | angst, smut, fuckboy!jk ➞ The Lost Memories  @gujoonim | angst, romance ➞ Daddy Issues  @euphorianyx | smut, fluff, angst ➞ A Story that we paint  @thedefinitionofbts | college!au, future, scifi, slight fluff and angst ➞ The Truth about Forever  @thedefinitionofbts | romance, implied smut, angst, slice of life ➞ Surrender  @infiresjimin | angst, smut ➞ You’ll be okay  @bangtan-babe | angst, fluff ➞ It ain’t me  @inferno-loop | social media!au  ➞ Cherry (ft. k.th)  @esqeon | angst, friends to lovers!au ➞ Attention  @btees | fluff, angst, some smut, college!au ➞ Kalopsia  @erosjeon | fluff, smut, hybrid!jungkook ➞ Hurricane  @planetjeon | angst   ➞ Ice Queen  ✬  @kookmejeon | social media!au   ➞ DNA @btssavedmylifeblr | dystopian smut, future, angst ➞ Lust and Limerence @btsfanficss | angst, fluff, harry potter!au ➞ New Rules ✬  @tayegi | angst, smut, fratboy!jungkook   ➞ The Boy Who Left @gujoonim | angst, ceo!au  ➞ 3:00 AM @oceanjoon | angst, cheating ➞ Image, Bad Boy @kittentaegu |  bad boy!au, angst, fluff, smut ➞ About Time (ft. p.jm) ✬  @yoonia | time leap!au, soulmate!au ➞ Dear Jungkook @fatrainbowmermaidunicorn | angst ➞ Comfort Inn Ending @joonbird | angst, smut ➞ Ego  @suga-kookiemonster | smut ➞ Witch Hazel @yoon-kooks |  fanfic writer!jungkook, idol!reader, college!au, angst, fluff ➞ All in my head @fatrainbowmermaidunicorn | angst w/ happy ending ➞ Mistake (pt 1), Obsessed (pt 2) @whipped-for-kpop-fics | smut, noona kink ➞ Time to let go @mywrittings | angst, bestfriend!au  ➞ Piano Tiles @bobagukk |  angst, fluff, smut; chaebol!jungkook, pianist!y/n ➞ Four Letters (ft. m.yg) ✬ @littlemisskookie | angst, smut, fwb!jungkook, icequeen!reader ➞ Winter Court series (ft. k.th)  ✬ @koyamuses | angst, slowburn, fantasy, romance ➞ Park’s Paradise of Muggle Merchandise @kittae | hogwarts!AU, drabble, ravenclaw!jungkook ➞ Holy hell @arcadeguk | greek mythology!au  ➞ For Science ✬ @boymeetsweevil | nerd!jungkook, smut, angst ➞ Hidden under the covers @yoon-ing | college!au ➞ Puzzle @kimvvantae | smut, angst, comedy, fwb!jungkook ➞ Strike Three ✬ @avveh | explicit smut ➞ Different Paths @taehyungiejiminie95 | angst, ex-bf!jungkook ➞ Fierce and Delicate (pt 1), Felicity (pt 2) ✬  @mintseesaw | smut, angst, fluff, husband!jungkook ➞ The Morning After ✬ @jungkookiebus | smut, fluff   ➞ Secret Slut @jeonsweetpea | smut, ceo!reader, personal assistant!jungkook ➞ Long lost ✬  @gukyi | childhood friends!au, celebrity!au   ➞ Moving On @taeguboi | angst ➞ Low Expectations @vin-taege | angst, eventual smut, l2e2l ➞ Netflix and Chill @badbhye | smut ➞ Rigor Mortis ✬ @readyplayerhobi | smut, angst, horror, fluff, police officer!jungkook   ➞ The Lionheart’s Oath ✬  @sugaxjpg | angst, fluff, smut, fantasy, knight!jungkook   ➞ Freesia @eleventoes | childhood friends to lovers!au, semi-bad boy!jk, fluff ➞ The Turing Test @fortunexkookie | android!au, fluff, explicit smut, angst ➞ Mr and Miss Perfect @kookscript |  hogwarts!au, fluff, angst-ish ➞ Lonely Heart , part 2 @scenarioslovers | married!au, infidelity, angst ➞ (y)our name @jjkpls | fluff, angst, smut ➞ Speak Now @bbangtan-ddaeng | angst, cheating ➞ Navy @jjkfire | childhoodfriend!AU, idol!AU ➞ Vaunt @yminie | explicit smut, frat boy!jungkook ➞ Take a Chance @crystaljins | hanahaki!au ➞ Moirai @taeken-my-heart | soulmates!au, angst, e2l ➞ Blindfold @themfchase | explicit smut, college!au ➞ Bam! you got scammed! @dovechim | explicit smut ➞ Tooth and Claw @johobi | explicit smut, werewolf!au ➞ Full Stop @1oserjk | divorce!au, angst ➞ Blizzard, part 2 ✬  @curly-bangtan | romance, smut, dosmetic!au ➞ Growing Pains @rkiverse | fluff, angst, quarterback!jungkook ➞ Monster @btssmutgalore | frat boy!jungkook, explicit smut ➞ Bandslam @ironicarmy | band!au, smut, e2l ➞ Young God @njssi | smut, nonidol!au, brother’s best friend!au ➞ Falling into you @kookingtae | college!au, slow burn, mutual pining, shy/nerd!jk  ➞ Rough Edges @kjhmyg | badboy!jungkook, explicit smut ➞ On my mind @angelguk | fluff, smut, domestic!au ➞ Worst of You @oureuphoria | fluff, angst, comedy, police officer!jungkook ➞ Bunny Troubles @appreciatethefoolishness |  fluff, future smut, hybrid!jungkook ➞ Rattled series ✬ @gukslut | singledad!jungkook, angst, smut, romance ➞ He won’t know @jgukmilk | cheating!au, smut, slight, angst ➞ Number Neighbor @sevenforeverbulletproof | social media!au ➞ One year, my love ✬ @hayjeon | historical!au, fluff, angst, smut ➞ You belong with me @joonscroll | angst, fluff ➞ Chasing pavements ✬ @guklvr | dad!jungkook, f2l, angst, unrequited feelings au, sad stuff, future smut ➞ To tame a god ✬ @jeonstudios | fantasy, werewolf!au ➞ Broken Dreams @ddaenysus | soulmate!au, angst, unrequited love ➞ Through the night @nightbts |  fluff, angst, idol! au, friends to lovers!au ➞ Effortlessly @gyukult | fluff, smut, romance ➞ Crybaby @lavishedinjimin | explicit smut, somewhat a ddlg!au ➞ Still with you @ddaengqyu | angst, fluff, idol!au ➞ Rebound (ft. k.th) @btssaysstudy | angst ➞ I want a baby @codenameskye | angst ➞ Somewhere only we know ✬ @userseok | hybrid!au, angst ➞ Aphrodite in war @jungblue | comedy, angst, eventual smut ➞ Easy @itsamejin | angst, fluff, fuck boi!jungkook ➞ Tell me no lies @jeongi |  ceo!jungkook, angst, smut, minimal fluff ➞ After I left you @latetaektalk |  exes! AU, fake dating! AU, enemies to lovers-ish! AU, unrequited feelings-ish! AU, angst, fluff ➞ Fine Line @voidswan-main | fuck boi!jungkook ➞ Heart of the Storm @ladyartemesia | fluff, smut, hint of angst ➞ Come back to me ✬ @bonnyskies | angst, sexual themes, idol!au, marriage!au, parents!au ➞ Good Girl @bonny-kookoo | mild ddlg!au, smut, fluff, little angst ➞ Love to hate you @latetaektalk | angst, fluff, sexual themes, fake dating!au ➞ Lonely hearts club @dovechim | e2l, smut ➞ Tiger lily @v-hope |  fluff, slight angst, smut, college!au ➞ Alpha Jeon @pbandjk | werewolf!au ➞ Claws of carnality @jjungkooksthighs | smut, werewolf!au ➞ Your eyes tell ✬ @njkbangtan | soulmates!au, angst ➞ All over you @zibermuda |  smut, e2l, nerd!jk ➞ I hate you, I love you @jungblue | angst, smut ➞ Hand in the Kookie jar @mama-m0chi | bbf / baby daddy!jungkook, smut ➞ Zoom Call @1kook | fluff, slice of life, smut ➞ The dark prince @jkeuphoriadreamland | yandere, royalty!au, smut, angst ➞ Stolen dances ✬ @taeyohonic | bestfriend!jungkook, my bestfriend’s wedding ➞ Ego killer @zibermuda | smut, e2l, fuck boi!jk  ➞ From home @gyukult | fakedating!au, fluff, angst, e2l, smut ➞ Confident @h0neypjm | smut, fluff, angst, college au, fuck boi!jungkook ➞ Dire @whatifyoulivelikethat | smut, werewolf!au ➞ Please love me ✬ @ahundredtimesover | angst, arranged marriage!au, smut ➞ Evolution of a lover’s heart @jeonstudios | fluff, angst, fuck boi!jungkook ➞ Decalcomania ✬ @koyalov | angst, fluff, idol!au ➞ Almost home ✬ @angelguk | dad!jungkook, angst ➞ Delivery boy @pbandjk | angst, fluff, smut, becoming parents!au ➞ Magic Shop @njkbangtan | childhood best friends to lovers, drama, angst, fluff, slow burn ➞ [Your] love’s the only hoax I believe in @sparklingchim | angst, smut, fuck boi!jungkook ➞ Stem major!koo x cold senior!y/n ✬ @jiminrings | bullet fic, fluff, angst ➞ Spellbound to be @rosaetae |  vampire!jungkook, fantasy!au, soulmate!au, angst ➞ Lost Stars @rookiegukie | fluff, angst, roommates!au, e2l ➞ Lovefool @citrustan | angst, smut, fluff ➞ An ode to a broken heart @smoochkooks | unrequited love, heavy angst, eventually smut ➞ Anemoia @vantaenims | futuristic!au, fluff, mystery ➞ Once upon a bracelet @ladyartemesia | fantasy, soulmates!au, e2l ➞ The fact is @bangtanreadingcorner | romance ➞ Deus ex machina ✬ @readyplayerhobi | angst, android!jungkook ➞ Aquarium @whatifyoulivelikethat | heavy angst, cheating, non-idol!au ➞ The alchemy of amor @army-author | fluff, fantasy!au, e2l ➞ Drown for you ✬ @jeonstudios | merman/siren!jungkook, angst, fluff, smut ➞ Granite glow ✬ @namjoonchronicles | slice of life, videographer jungkook au, marriage au, angst, fluff ➞ Orange Tulips @kainks | soulmate!au, reincarnation!au, fluff, angst, light smut ➞ Cotton Candy @velocitae | fluff, slight angst, slight smut, werewolf!jungkook ➞ Strings  @minsuxga | soulmates!au, angst

➞ Hotbot @httpjeon | angst, fluff, smut

[milanosbitch]

rec list for endhawks gems

as usual during this quarantine, i went through a challenging quest, searched through every single fic on ao3 about a single ship and made a rec list, ended up with around 25 works out of 630. nearly all of them should be free of explicit, problematic and triggering content besides one or two in the mature content sense. and i’ll note those down separately but i always suggest reading the tags before starting a fic regardless the rating, just so you know what you’re diving into. furthermore, there’s this author note at the end of a fic that i’ve found which pretty much sums up my feelings about a mess that’s called todoroki friggin’ enji:

“ I love Hawks and Endeavor together. They're a great dynamic, whether it's platonic or not. I'm a pretty open guy when it comes to shipping, and me and a certain lilviathan love going back and forth with dumb ideas about them.

And that's kind of where the contradictory feelings for the Flaming Garbage Man that is Endeavor kind of come from? Because I really do think he's a very interesting and well-developed character, but I also have a very strong urge to stab him at any given time.

I want to make his life miserable and hurt him, but I also want someone to sit him down and tell him that while he owes his family an apology, they do not owe him forgiveness. I want to see him grow. I want to see him face the repercussions of his actions and move forward. ”

—by Canarianyellow on archiveofourown.org

last notes; starred ones are my personal favorites, and i'm adding to this list as i go,, so look out for updates!! you can find a better formatted version of this list here on google docs.

that being said, here are the gems i found on a yet another holy quest:

Walk Alone by adastrad*

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 3.6K

Summary: You've lost your wings, you've lost your speed, and in the crowd ahead, you've lost him too. How do you know what name to call out when you don't even know what to call yourself?

as usual, kick-starting the list with one of the first fics i’ve read about them. we have some pretty good angst related to the latest manga chapters in our hands and a fascinating second person pov here. the ‘stream of consciousness’ style of wording kicks you right in the ribs, in a good way.

&&.

It's Cold, I Don't Want To Be Lonely

by onlyatitagain

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 3.7K

Summary: When in the presence of Todoroki Enji, it was easy to feel warm and overwhelmed by heat in more ways than just physical. Hawks was very aware of the fire burning in his heart that roared to life whenever he was with his childhood hero, who was now his best friend. The relationship they had was special in the way of how close they had become, Hawks trusted the number one hero with his life and could always count on him no matter the circumstance.

What would happen if he said something and ruined that trust, the friendship they had built over months of knowing each other?

You should never play with fire, unless you want to get burned.

truly a beautiful hurt/comfort fic. enji’s characterization is gentle and might feel slightly OOC, but give it a chance. there is also some pretty cheesy couple stuff at the end and that might not be your cup of tea, just a heads up.

&&.

Fallen by copper_leaf**

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 7.3K

Summary: Hawks’ attempt to infiltrate the League goes wrong.

Enji is the one he turns to.

both its part one and part two, this series can take my soul. literally 7K of sheer hurt/comfort, and a caring enji. hawks’ eyeliner is probably ruined by now. can i say this is probably the best fic i’ve read about them softness-wise? i can.

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Burning Embers by copper_leaf**

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 6K

Summary: Hawks wakes up, wingless, in Enji's arms.

the continuation of the fic above, here’s more content that will make you feel all mushy. a beautiful excerpt from it:

“It’s a flicker of light in the darkness, the last ember left in the heart that still has the power to bring all else to flame.”

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The Bird Who Swallowed a Star*

by angyhawks (Soll)

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 4.5K

Summary: Endeavor remembers Hawks' small hands, how they didn't burn as he danced on his palms.

How Hawks had whispered sweet nothing into his flames, words not important as his lips moved and his voice chirped.

He remember Hawks finding him, small and spent, and gifting him a feather to feed on.

Endeavor wishes a feather had been his only offer.

//in which Endeavor is a fire demon, Hawks is once again tied to the ground, and wouldn't it be nice if they could kiss?

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Light by Caahs*

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 2.1K

Summary: Since he was a boy, Hawks gathered an eternal distaste for darkness, which was preserved until his most recent days. However, the blazing figure of Endeavor always came up like his warm source of light, illuminating the most obscure paths and clarifying the most difficult decisions.

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Emotions Are Hard, Love Even More So...

by aurora_whitlock

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 4.4K

Summary: Hawks and Endeavour at the end of a long week. Alone. Together. Its just some cute, fluffy bullshit basically. Warm your hurt little hearts.

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Cuff me to the truth of failure

by Not_A_Valid_Opinion

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 3.4K

Summary: The kid’s eyes are so wide, Hawks can see the entire silhouette of his wings in their reflection. “I want to be you.”

Shit.

“No, you don’t, kid,” he can’t help but promise, can’t stop the sadness in his eyes from flickering into view.

Hawks has dinner with Enji after a bad interview.

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Look at what amounts from the jump

(and I'm never coming down) by

Not_A_Valid_Opinion

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 3K

Summary: He stares at Endeavour with something close to regret, maybe closer to suspicion, but before Endeavour can catch the look it’s gone and replaced with a pursed lip and a glance at his phone. “I’ve gotta go. See you around, Enji.”

But the burly man stops him with his name. “Watch where you’re flying,” he says gruffly, though it’s different. It’s not an order. It’s not a request.

Whatever it is, Hawks takes it as a challenge.

Endeavour is worried about Hawks. Hawks doesn't know what to do with that information.

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You mesmerise me in red and gold

by Arayne

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 4.2K

Summary: Enji has never gotten to tell Hawks what's on his mind so he tries, in several ways, to make it clear how he feels.

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We've got a good thing going

by lehnsherry

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 3.7K

Summary: Enji is watching Shouto, so he notices the way his eyes snap to the kitchen doorway just before he hears the soft footsteps and the rustling of wings, and his heart jumps into his throat. He turns in his seat just in time to see Hawks walk in, eyes still closed and a hand scratching at his messy hair.

“Mornin’, babe, do you know where my -” Hawks breaks into a huge yawn, and then opens his sleepy eyes, and freezes in the doorway like Shouto used his power on him.

Enji’s mouth makes an involuntary sound of embarrassment, and Hawks flushes all the way down to his chest.

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As He Lived by uzumae*

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 2.3K

Summary: Hawks wants to imagine that he still has a place in a world he no longer belongs to.

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future hearts by rire

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 1.2K

Summary: When the rest of Hawks is putting on airs, it’s his wings that give him away.

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Break off a piece of your heart by kettleowl

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 890

Summary: The High-End incident, but they are actors who are too emotionally invested in their roles.

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to take a fall by rire

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 2.3K

Summary: “What’s with that look, Endeavor-san?” Hawks smiles. It doesn't reach his eyes. “Don’t worry about me, I’m fine. I got what I wanted, didn’t I? Now I’ve got more free time than I know what to do with.”

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A Thousand Flowers by adastrad*

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 440

Summary: "Let's hope the next time the cherry blossoms fall, we will all be smiling."

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#fantheflames by adastrad

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 54.9K

Summary: Todoroki Shoto accidentally, on purpose, and with great regret helps make Hawks/Endeavor happen.

this is wholesome. one hundred percent cheff kiss. peak comedy with a dose of stan twitter. actually a shouto-centric fic and more like an outsider pov of slight endhawks.

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This Gentle Earth by adastrad**

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 4.2K

Summary: Hawks buys a better excuse to keep visiting Musutafu, but damn it. Enji hadn't been looking to adopt.

guaranteed to melt your insides. enji ends up being a plant parent.

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The Winner Takes it All by adastrad

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 25.2K

Summary: Endeavor's eye is gone. He may say his injuries are his own responsibility, but it's Hawks' fault, isn't it? He will give Enji everything he can. His top secret mission will take the rest.

slaps the roof of the fic this baby right here is a shortcut for a brain burn. with a complicated storytelling and equally complex characterizations, which results in a slow but satisfying reading if you’re looking for a detailed story!! there’s seriously so much pining that it keeps you on your tiptoes until the end of it.

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Roasting the Roaster

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 3.7K

Summary:  Hawks gossips with the receptionist at Endeavor Hero Agency about what a dork the boss is, discusses Endeavor lookalike porn, and then ropes Shouto into lunch with Endeavor, whereupon Shouto just roasts his dad the whole time.

Can you roast a man who's already on fire? Apparently, yes. Yes you can.

(includes the hit single Did You Need Some Ice For That Sick Burn by Hawks, ft. Shouto Todoroki)

[Only tangentially related to the other fics in this series.]

slight crack fic for humor but it’s truly well-written. a shouto and hawks team up over endeavor was something i never deeply gave attention to yet it is gold and i need more of it. hawks writes a bop, endeavor’s whole agency thirst over the said man and everything leaves you with tears in your eyes from cackling at these dorks.

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the fics listed below the cut are rated mature or

explicit by the authors, and therefore contain sexual content:

Penumbra by Nicolefrickle

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1.8K

Summary: Enji wants to touch Hawks' wings. Badly.

this one is rated mature but the theme is only minorly implied so i can say it is safe to read without worrying about the rating. more like a fluff fic with hawks being a happy birb.

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An Imperfect Cage by Crandberrycrush

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 55.5K

Summary: Hawks is an orphan, brought up in a charity school and thrust into the world at eighteen to work as a governor for the Todoroki family, a family that has more secrets than he can hope to unravel.

*A gothic romance based heavily on the novel Jane Eyre*

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Liquid Nitrogen by surveycorpsjean

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 23.8K

Summary: Enji can't figure out why the hell Hawks keeps sleeping in his office.

the plot? the writing? the characterization? everything is perfect. i’m normally uncomfortable with this much amount of smut and debated if i should put this on the list or not, since it might consist of triggering content for some. please read all the tags beforehand starting this piece.

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Palindrome by Nicolefrickle

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 7.9K

Summary: Hawks doesn't realize just how much he needs Endeavor, or why it feels like he's still racing time.

//

A character study of Hawks with flashbacks and inner thoughts, heavy on the Endhawks, heavy on the hurt

[flowapuddle]

Just a bit of info on you and Aaliyah and the family

Okay just little info page for anybody who is reading this and wondering what the fu** is happening 🧍🏾‍♀️

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BASIC INFO:

:Full Name: (Y/n) (M/n) Immah

:Meaning of name: Immah meaning a Girl Who always Loves To Make People Smile. She is a person who tries to help people out & she hates seeing people suffer for nothing. She always Smile Even when she get in trouble . she is loyal , sometimes she can be immature , nice , amazing & all those good stuff. She has a high Future ahead of her . - Urban Dictionary

:Nickname(s): sweetie/honey

:Gender: female

:Age: 16

:Date of Birth: August 25

:Place of Birth: In (C/n)

:Native language: English (sorry if it isn't)

:Languages spoken: Japanese & English

:Ethnicity: Whatever ethnicity you are

:Occupation: Athlete

:Education: Highschool 1st year

MEDICAL INFO:

:Allergies: dust

APPEARANCE:

:Height: 167.64 (5ft, 6)

:Hair color: black-brownish with a white streak

:Hairstyle: usually down or half up and half down

:Eye color: (e/c)

:Piercings: ears

:Tattoos: none

:Scars: only on her arm but it's a tiny cat scratch

Beauty Mark: (Y/n) has a beauty Mark under her left eye like her mom

:Clothing/Style:

(If you don't wear anything like this then f**k 🧍🏾‍♀️ I am sorry for the sake of this book you wear this )

:Jewelry/Accesoaries:

Chocker/Necklace/Earrings

(Remember guys the same of the book 🧍🏾‍♀️)

:Scent: vanilla/cherry

:Others: uhhhh yes .

PERSONALITY:

:Overall: happy and joyful

:Likes: playing volleyball/collecting jewelry/ and whatever you like doing also/sleeping

:Dislikes: grunge things but will tolerate, not being organized, teachers who give out too much homework 🧍🏾‍♀️

:Fears: I already mentioned spiders ?

:Secrets: that's in 3rd grade she accidentally fell off the playground because she was trying to impress her crush 🤧

:Hobbies: playing sports, collecting things, simping, modeling

:Dreams: of being the #1 ranked volleyball player when going professional

:Flaws: overthinks

:Fun facts/Habits: (Y/n) is very expressive so you can tell what she thinking by the look on her face

:Others:

Quote(s):

Aaliyah: Just ramble (y/n) like you always do.

(Y/n): I don't ramble on. I know I am a great speaker and all but I don't ramble. People who ramble just keep talking and talking on and on without stopping. I can stop talking because I don't ramble. For insist you remember that one time I talked your ear off about literally what would happen if a kite caught electricity. Now that was rambling

Aaliyah: *faceplams* Ugh, thats 50 seconds of my life I will never get back

Favorite season(s): Summer

Favorite food(s): (f/f)

Favorite color(s): (f/c)

Favorite holiday: April 1st (in attempt to get Aaliyah, but fails)

Favorite animal(s): (f/animal)

—

BASIC INFO: THIS IS YOUR OLDER SISTER

:Full Name: Aaliyah Harper Immah

:Meaning of name: She's beautiful. She doesn't realize how beautiful she is. She may have a lot of enemies- Urban Dictionary

:Nickname(s): gumdrop/love

:Gender: Women

:Age: 17

:Date of Birth: April 16

:Place of Birth: Hospital back in (C/n)

:Native language: English

:Languages spoken: Japanese & English

:Ethnicity: Black/Mexican

:Occupation: Athlete

:Education: highschool 3rd year

MEDICAL INFO:

:Allergies: dust, pollen

APPEARANCE:

:Height: 182.88 cm (6'0 ft) tall ass mf 😐

:Hair color: black that fades into brown that fades into dirty blonde color (her original hair color was brown but she bleached her hair)

:Hairstyle: Long curly hair that reaches the back of mid back, but it's usually half up with space buns

:Eye color: bright blue

:Piercings: bellybutton, tongue & ears

:Tattoos: none

:Scars: on her leg from a fight she got in with (y/n)

:Clothing/Style:

:Jewelry/Accesoaries:

Belly/Tongue Piercing

: Earrings

Chocker/Rings that are worn on thumb and middle and first/Necklace

:Scent: Roses & Sugar Plums

PERSONALITY:

:Overall:(fuck 🧍🏾‍♀️) dense lowkey like Ushijima but have a sense of humor more on not very emotional (on rare occasions yes very emotional) nor expressive

:Likes: music, writing, modeling, playing basketball, cooking/baking, clothes & jewelry

:Dislikes: cockroaches & loud people 👀

:Fears: not succeeding

:Secrets: won't admit that y/n is generally a funny person & won't tell anybody she likes taking photos of the clouds and ladybugs 🤫

:Hobbies: taking photos, traveling, sweets

:Dreams: of being #1 best girls/women basketball player

:Flaws: dense, emotionless, says what's on mind

:Fun facts/Habits: Tends to scrunch or wiggle her noise like a rabbit lowkey when something interests her

Quote: "She never spoke, never made a sound, but the look in her eyes told me exactly what was about to happen"

Favorite season(s): winter & mid-fall

Favorite food(s): ramen, pho or anything sweet

Favorite color(s): royal blue, bright purple and electric yellow

Favorite holiday(s): Christmas, she likes giving gifts to (y/n) knowing she will enjoy them makes her generally happy

Favorite animal(s): polar bear, cats & owls

-Credit to CookiiesPWN on DeviantArt for template

Extra:

Your dad: Elijah Jager Imaah

Age: 40

Race: African-American

Profession: (was a professional basketball player retired after having his first daughter is now a trainer)

Height: 6'6

Languages Spoken: English/ Japanese/ A bit of Spanish since his wife sometimes talks to him in Spanish

Your mom: Homura Yua Imaah

Age: 40

Race: Japanese/Mexican( more mexican than japanese)

Profession:(Was a professional women volleyball, retired to give birth to her first daughter and shortly after started a sports company with her best friend in Japan)

Height: 5'9

Language Spoken: English/Japanese/Spanish

Aaliyah

-Artist Credit to @/AlohaSushicore on Twitter found her artwork on Picrew me and did my OC's in her style and I absolutely love it

Part 2 is here!!

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[swhurtcomfort]

MEGA Fic Rec Friday!

I’d really like to do these every month, so they can be a nice 4-5 fic affair. But grad school happened, so I’ve got a lot of lovely reads from the past several months to share!!

As always, alphabetical by author ft. me yelling under the cut!

Not There Yet by BigFatBumblebee - Obi-Wan & Qui-Gon, Gen, 10k Summary:  We all know Obi-Wan Kenobi as the one of the strongest, wisest and bravest Jedi in the Jedi Order. But before he was High General Kenobi, The Negotiator, Council Member and Master of the Chosen One, he was an awkward 16-year-old Padawan who needed a bit of TLC.

The Queen, The Cavalier, and The Dragon by FireflyFish - Fem!Obi-Wan & Padme & Vader, 3.8k Summary:  A Queen and her Jedi Knight flee across the galaxy, relentlessly chased by the Dragon they both loved.

Problem Patient by JellyJog - AU Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon, 1.2k Summary:  From a tumblr prompt requesting quiobi where Obi-Wan chose to become a healer instead of following the path to become a jedi knight

Six Times Ahsoka Thought Her Grandmaster Was Dead, and the One Time He Actually Was by LazarusII & Pandora151 - 1.4k, wip Summary: A heavy silence fell over the lower levels of Coruscant’s undercity. Then, a quiet shuffling sound, almost like footsteps, sounded from above.A single blaster bolt rang out—followed by a pained cry. Things were happening too fast; Ahsoka’s heartbeat thundered in her ears, drowning out her surroundings.Her mind barely registered the flash of cream-white careening into the crates directly in front of her. A sickening crunch filled the air as the lifeless form of Obi-Wan Kenobi crashed to the ground. Ahsoka’s heart stopped.

Perception by LuvEwan - Obi-Wan & Qui-Gon & Dooku, Gen, 7.5k Summary:  Master and apprentice are held captive. Obi-Wan is drugged, and unable to differentiate the past, present and future. Qui-Gon is a little shocked when rescue comes in the form of a figure from his own past: Dooku. The trip back to Coruscant is full of unexpected moments and emotions.

Candles Against the Sea by maychorian - Obi-Wan & Qui-Gon, Gen, 41k Summary: It is several months after Melida/Daan, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon have been working to re-establish their bond. It's been going well. Qui-Gon seems perfectly satisfied. But Obi-Wan is not.

The Sun Shall Not Smite Thee by maychorian - Obi-Wan & Qui-Gon, Gen,  Summary:  It had taken the Jedi far too long to effect a rescue—over a week. By that time Obi-Wan was nearly delirious, on the edge of madness from loneliness and fear caused by his inability to touch the Force.

The Past Remains by otherhawk - Obi-Wan-centric, Gen, 15k Summary:  The war drags on leaving trauma and destruction in its wake. After a bereaved Master is accused of harming his padawan, Obi-Wan is sent to talk to her, dredging up memories of his own past.

The Orchards by Raven_Knight - Qui-Gon & Obi-Wan, Gen, 3.6k Summary: When young Obi-Wan Kenobi is injured on a previous mission, Qui-Gon Jinn refuses to accept further off-planet missions until his Padawan's recovery. Yoda assigns the pair an in-Temple mission of utmost importance while Obi-Wan heals. Master and Padawan welcome the change of pace.

Protect and Nurture by Ren - Obi-Wan & 212th, Gen, 7k Summary: “What do you mean he was taken by slavers!?” Rex winced, looking over his shoulder to make sure no-one had heard. He was hiding in a dark alleyway, and the last thing he needed was for this hiding spot to be blown by an outraged Commander.When their General is taken by slavers, the 212th is half-way across the galaxy. They must wait and pray that their brothers can get to him in time.

Not There Yet by BigFatBumblebee: This is straight-up sickfic, featuring all the best classic tropes. Looking now it seems like there might be some formatting issues in the desktop version, but I read this on mobile without difficulty. Poor Obi-Wan gets frustrated with the motherhenning of Qui-Gon and Tahl. “Meg, did you find this fic because you were searching through the Tahl tag again?” Sure did. Tahl is the best! I loved her interactions with grumpy, feverish Obi-Wan, and how she and Qui-Gon team up to make sure he takes his medicine and rests up. Very cute, worth the read! <3

The Queen, The Cavalier, and The Dragon by FireflyFish: This is so cool! I’m in love with the fairytale motif. This is a post-mustafar fix-it (sort of) with a focus on Obi and Padme parenting the twins and keeping them safe and trying to teach them their family’s history in a way that they can comprehend. I loved Obi and Padme kicking ass together, Leia was great, and Luke was so freakin’ precious omg <3

Problem Patient by JellyJog: I guess you could say that this one is less about the h/c, and more humor with the halls of healing as a backdrop, but I loved it so I wanted to include it nonetheless! Qui-Gon is such an ass and Obi-Wan is so confident and OVER his shit, it’s just peak QuiObi and I got a lot of laughs out of it. I liked Obi-Wan in the healer role, especially when it’s Qui-Gon he’s patching up. <3

Six Times Ahsoka Thought Her Grandmaster Was Dead, and the One Time He Actually Was by LazarusII & Pandora151: Ouch! Just ouch! I loved the narrative style that really drove home the horror of this scene, I always expect great things from these authors and I am never ever disappointed!! I’m so excited to see where this goes next! I am NOT ready for it, because I assume they will get sadder and sadder as we move forward in the timeline and Ahsoka gets closer and closer to Obi-Wan. But fine, I didn’t need my heart anyways, go ahead and break it </3

Perception by LuvEwan: This is wonderfully unique! I love the tension between Qui-Gon and Dooku, and how weird it is for everyone involved to see Dooku being soft and caring with Obi-Wan - especially poor Qui-Gon doesn’t know what to make of it. I melted for how worried Qui-Gon got, even though he was trying not to motherhen too much in front of Dooku because he assumed Dooku would disapprove. What a good Jedi Dad. <3

Candles Against the Sea by maychorian: I implore you to check the tags on this one! But if you’re like me, and some of the themes warned for are a “maybe” for you, know that they’re dealt with here very tactfully and, I thought, very believable for Obi-Wan’s character. What I love most about this fic is how it deals with grief, and how it shows Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon and their different approaches to dealing with their pasts. And of course, I’m a sucker for fics that reference the Jedi Apprentice series! <3

The Sun Shall Not Smite Thee by maychorian: Ouch! This is a dark one! Just like the other fic by this author, it takes me back to my livejournal days and the Jedi Apprentice series. I loved how desperate and protective and fatherly Qui-Gon was, and it definitely scratched the itch for straight-up Obi-Wan whump. <3

The Past Remains by otherhawk: Please please please read the tags on this one before diving in! That said, I thought this was a really well-written and touching story, my favorite bit was probably Obi-Wan and Mace’s interactions, and just Obi-Wan with the Council in general because despite being one of them, it’s hard to escape the fact that most of them knew him when he was young too and the past still follows him. What I liked about this was also how messy it is - it’s not a black-and-white situation, and the different characters’ perspectives and conflicting memories are laid out to give the reader sort of an omniscient view of the story. <3

The Orchards by Raven_Knight: I died of cuteness! This is so domestic and fluffy, they’re freakin’ baking together, what more could anyone possibly want from a h/c fic? This one is for those of us who are 100% here for the comfort, not just the hurt. I really loved reading these two getting some downtime, and with all the asshole!Qui-Gon fics in this list, I’m really happy to include one that features Qui being sweet and protective and softly joking with his convalescent Padawan while they bond over apples! <3

Protect and Nurture by Ren: OUCH! This one doesn’t pull any punches when it comes to Obi-Wan and the aftermath of Zygerria. I loved seeing Cody, Rex, and Wolffe and their different reactions to the traumatic scenario. Motherhen!Cody cracks me up! For all that this story has a lot of “hurt”, there’s a lot of the “comfort” part too which is something I really appreciate. <3

[eutaerpe]

in nuce (in fieri pt 2)

→ genre: The raven cycle!AU | a little bit of angst, a lil bit of fluff 

→ pairing: reader/Taehyung ft jjk

→ word count: 4k

→ description: Kim Taehyung knows that kissing his one true love means you’re inevitably going to die. He knows he shouldn’t even bother because he sees how Jungkook looks at you and him both, but that doesn’t stop him from calling you at midnight and picking you up and letting you feel his hot and uneven breath on your face.

→ a/n: hello!! i’m so sorry this took a while, but sophomore year happened. along with many other things. as usual, forgive me for any mistakes :( i hope you like this piece as much as i do!! :) x 

Jungkook hates driving your black BMW. He absolutely despises how well his calloused hands feel on the leather wheel, he loathes how comfortable it is, how silent and classy and rich it is.

You, on the other hand, love seeing him plopped on a seat that’s not the passenger one – shotgun, Jimin would have shouted in every other occasion, failing to occupy that desired seat, though today is an exception: there’s only the two of you in your expensive, hateful, practically never used car.

A small side of you – well hidden under all those layers of restless obliviousness - dreads to tell him it’s because you’re always in Taehyung’s car and your heart flutters when you see the older man drive, his hand in yours. Yet you don’t. Jungkook’s forehead is already wrinkled as it is, and you hate it. Sometimes it’s easier to picture what it would be like to ask Glendower for Jungkook’s happiness, instead of having him tired and broken around you.

“It’s just two hours,” you murmur, your right hand covering your left one, burnt by Namjoon’s culinary impracticalness. He almost cried, the other night, when he dropped the boiling water all over the kitchen – and casually almost cut you with his knife, but you don’t share this tad with Jungkook. You and Namjoon decided to stick to microwaved ramen after that, while you promised him you weren’t hurt. You’re not wholly hurt, at least. Just enough to make Jungkook drive because he knows (and you know) that this makes him feel powerful but not crucially enough to make Namjoon worry.

“I know,” Jungkook replies, rolling the sleeves of his black hoodie above his elbows, “don’t worry about me. Try to get some sleep while you’re at it, you know you’re the one who has to lead all our conversations later”.

Of course, you must, inevitably. That’s the perk of growing up in a well-mannered family, mother aspiring to be elected as senator in the next elections, father quiet, complying and greatly focused on his children’s future, a sharp-tongued brother who dressed like a Dior model and… you. Thriving to find your dead Welsh king.

Sometimes you wish angry-and-bothered Jungkook would stop looking at you with a distaste for your surroundings – “Envy”, Jimin once said. “It’s really not his fault, you’re the sweet little girl that has everything he has ever dreamed of, yet you steer as further as possible from your family” – because, given the chance, you’d give it all to him. You even told him, which, in retrospect, probably wasn’t a good idea, because he flinched, passed his hand in his dark hair and laughed so darkly you’d feared him. He had hovered you, looked at you, stroked your cheek and said “I don’t want to talk about this ever again. Please” and, somehow, that cracked your relationship. You wish you’d stop hurting him with your words.

“Alright.” you manage before you close your car’s door.

In two hours, you’ll be in Seoul – well, your parents’ luxurious mansion – facing your whole family and the whole city, being the good daughter that they’d raised you to be. It’s not as bad as it sounds, because this time there’s Jungkook with you. His scholarship-student, boyish, attractive face can charm off everyone you know: it’s a win-win situation for you two, as he can gain connections while you avoid making small talks with every person known by your parents.

It’s the only deal your parents expect from you – if you want to live in your apartment with Namjoon and Jimin, refrain yourself from attending their social gatherings during summer so that you can devote, once again, yourself to your quest (Glendower Glendower Glendower)… if you don’t want to give up your independence, well, you have to be there.

Jungkook is a steady driver. Precise, careful, safe. His eyes are fixed on the road above him, veins bulging in his arms, hoodie carefully placed over his black high waisted jeans. Sometimes, though, it’s hard to guess what’s on his mind. On the outside, he looks unfazed, one could think he almost never thinks or never worries, but. You know he faces his fears on his own, in due time, as he does with all those matters that he bears on his shoulders. One by one, he takes them off his body, deciding to win strategically, to defeat with logic and daunting calm his enemy. He’s indefinitely stubborn, that you know for sure. But… You want to stop thinking about what he might be thinking of. What he might be feeling. He barely sighs. Crossing your legs on the passenger seat, you’d wish he’d tell you.

“Guk,” your voice says before you even realize it, “’m glad you’re here with me.”

He swallows, hard, hands still fiercely gripping the wheel.

“I know,” he says at first, “I’m glad to be here with you.” then adds, voice much softer.

That makes you fall asleep peacefully. 

You remember less champagne and slightly more suits. You’re glad to see dozens of women owning their couture clothes and classy jackets, even though they’re wearing their best academic success, next in line CEO, future sad wife, better daughter-than-you smiles. Ah, what a daring exhibition. Very two-thousand-and-something of your parents. On a second thought, how rich of you to almost disapprove of the growth of alcohol in the room. Yoongi taught you better.

You give Jungkook your best help-me-forget-I’m-here smile. You like to think you gave life to this one, owning the patent and all. Not on sale yet, so no one even dares to wear it on their perfect and not-chapped lips, but Jungkook acknowledges it and his hand brushes yours to lower the frantic anxiety in your body. Thank God for Jungkook.

“Frankly,” a voice on your left startles you, “if I were you, I’d have chosen another dress”. The corners of your mouth threat to lift themselves up, and that’s how you know – with the raging chaos of the dining room – that Yoongi is talking to you.

“Yeah, but you know, avoiding Dior is my first priority along with showing up to mum’s birthday with a glass plate as a fucking gift”

He snorts. “You did like my gift, though, so you’re in no position to neither judge nor question my ability to lighten the lives of the people with loving presents.”

“Stop talking like mum” you hiss, crossing your arms on your chest.

His blond hair looks even more platinum these days. “Glad to know we’re resembling our parents more as we grow, kid. That worried look on your face gave off a dad vibe, if you know what I mean,” he gestures as he speaks, before eyeing Jungkook on your side, “Or maybe a vague daddy one? I know for a fact that you’ve been called daddy in the past- “

“Kids sometimes call each other mom and dad when they’re five”

“-unless I’m mistaking all this entirely and Jeon here is your daddy?”

“Oh my god,” you groan, covering your face. “How many times do I have to tell you? He’s not my-”

“Not fucking your sister, sorry to disappoint,” Jungkook interrupts, making your eyes bulge. He looks perfectly calm with his hands in the pockets of his black suit he changed into as soon as you came here. His forehead is showing, and you know for a fact that this simple detail is enough for making girls go down on their knees for him. But Jungkook is not like that. He’s usually calm, peaceful, charming, respecting Jungkook. Aglionby Jungkook is your Jungkook seventy-five percent of the time. Then there’s wild Jungkook – though not wild enough to drink and engage in your activities when you forget you’re yourself and remember you’re your brother’s sister. Wild yourself would terrify Taehyung. Or terribly amuse him. Honestly, you don’t know what’s worse. You don’t even want to find out the answer.

This Jungkook, though, is… altogether a whole new persona that comes to life when he has had enough of people like these in this room; or, you now realise, when he talks to Yoongi. All cocky, dry humored and sarcastic, and for that you curse your brother’s nature.

“Not for lack of trying, though,” Yoongi, in fact, insists.

“I mean, you’d have to visit to know, right? You’re just guessing we’re joined at the hip and spending our lives together—”

“And fucking in her BWM”

Jungkook promptly ignores him and smirks, the devil himself. “…but it’s all talk unless you come to check on her and take a look for yourself, uh?”

Your brother gets closer to Jungkook, eyes dark and looming in the younger’s ones. “No, no, you’re right,” he begins, playing with his ring, “My sister is philanthropic, charitable. She’d settle for…” he seems to weight his words, “I don’t remember, how’s he called?”

“Shut up. Yoongi,” you warn him, grabbing his wrists. “Just shut up”

“The new one? Taehyung?”

Jungkook goes rigid beside you and you snap. “Fuck off,” you push him away, “fuck off. Stay away from us unless you’ve sobered up. Give this jerk attitude to mum and dad and everyone who hurt you in this life, I couldn’t care less. But not to me. And not ever to Jungkook.”

Yoongi has the maybe-I-screwed-up face, his features twisted in a badly hidden fear. You focus on him for a second, but it’s enough for Jungkook to slide out of his position next to you and, in a swift move, he’s gone. Just like that. Lost among the guests. His erratic heartbeat almost quiet as opposed to the noisy chatter of the room.

“Y/N…”

Your brother’s voice falters.

“No, Yoon. I have to find him.”

Yet, fate is a funny thing. It tells Taehyung not to kiss people if he doesn’t want them to die while it brings Jungkook in his life. You in his life. Fate demands you to be your honest self, and you wish you could comply, but being Jungkook’s friend – that runs after him, takes care of him, shares pain with him – is hard to do when you can’t do any of those things. You can’t take care of him because he’s his own person, and he doesn’t need you like that. You can’t share his pain with him – nor take all his pain away – because he never shares. He never takes. He’d never take anything from you.

As for the last thing you wish you could do for him, well—you can’t exactly run after him if he’s faster than you, quicker, smoother, swifter.

(Better)

You physically can’t, if your own mother positions herself between you and the crowd Jungkook dissolved into.

“Daughter of mine!” she beams, eyes now crescents. “I missed you terribly.”

The last thing you see before she engulfs you with her warm hug is your brother’s stare – dark, quiet, not at all menacing. It terribly resembles Yoongi’s smile when he was younger and carefree. But it only lasts a fraction of a second. Yoongi gives you his back and disappears into the crowd.

A part of you, you think, holding onto your mother’s waist, wishes he’d go looking for Jungkook. But one can only hope, right? You wish Taehyung was here. He’d hold your hand. He’d knew what to do.

Jungkook, you reckon, a twinge of pain hitting you all at once, would want Taehyung here, too. 

The hauntingly beautiful mansion—yours, you remind yourself – is packed. Jungkook is still gone, out of sight, so as you exhale a silent sigh you run your eyes, for the nth time, once again through the people—the aged, rich, people that fit better than you in this daunting place. You scan through all the black cocktail dresses, you skim through the delighted expressions, past above the lingering faux happiness they decided to show to your guests. Yet, there’s no trace of Jungkook. What would you give to leave your mother and go look for him, his doe eyes fixated in your mind, lacking beside you.

Your mother winces at the volume of the conversation she’s now holding with an old politician in front of you—she grimaces for a split second, hands still covering her filled glass of champagne. Honestly, though? You couldn’t care less about the media strategies set to unfold the enigmatic yet, dear Mrs. Min, disruptive truth about—

“I think you’ve been right all along,” Professor Shin interrupts your trail of thoughts, a smug grin on his face. You excuse yourself – finally – and turn to him, suddenly excited. Professor Shin – Kim Shin, a charming university History professor that yes, has seen you grow up but, well, seems like doesn’t know what aging means – is probably the only one who firmly believes you’re right. (Glendower saved you. Glendower’s body is still out there. This is your call, for god’s sake.)

The fact that, upon hearing about your arrival, your father’s close friend has decided to meet you and grace you with this… assumption (statement, your mind decides. Truth, your heart suggests.) sends a small jolt through your body. You’ve been right all along. The words echo in your ears. You’ve been right all along. God. God, how you wish Taehyung was here.

This feels weirder than imagined. Closer to a dream, your brother’s vivid and blinding dreams, closer to when Jungkook sat next to you, eyes beaming, bunny smile in full display, and said: “I’m out my parents’ place.”

“I’m sorry,” you begin, a timid smile growing onto your lips, “Could you please repeat what you just said, Professor?”

He snickers, hands in his pockets. “I think you’re right about the ley line in Tokyo. The Tokyo SkyTree building?” – he vaguely gestures in front of your face – “It lies onto a Ley Line, which means that it has disrupted its flow of power into Tokyo itself. But the truth is, the building is… a lot more than just that. I can show you. You’d be delighted to read what I found out, miss Min. That curious friend of yours…ah, Jungkook, right? He’s already looking at my sources right as we talk. What do you say?”

A small pang of pain hits your heart—almost non-existent, you want to say, yet it’s growing and exploding through your limbs because Jungkook—your Jungkook, once again not your Jungkook—is already a step before you. Already thriving, already choosing, already living and smiling without you—yet you smile. You say yes. Just like Jungkook said yes.

The very same Jungkook that has his sleeves rolled on his elbows, his hair mussed and his eyes sparkling. Charming. Handsome.

(Living. Thriving. Smiling. Seeming at peace in your parent’s office, the libraries tall and imposing onto your figures, you two insignificant though blooming at the news.)

He spares a glance at you; his smile doesn’t falter, and this warms your pained heart.

“In simple terms, miss Min,” Professor Shin begins, “We should think of Tokyo as more than a ley line… ask yourself, what would happen if a ley line was to burst and exceed its physical limitations? The answer’s not its power would shatter into a million pieces, miss. The answer, as a matter of fact, is funnier. Wilder. The laws of nature are compact, precise, yet immensely fluid. Japan itself is a force of nature… let me explain; think of it as the feng shui rules. Think about the importance of placing certain objects in specific places. Think about the positive energies a right placement implies.

Now, the Tokyo SkyTree is standing tall, harshly, into a place not appointed for a building. The laws of nature act, at this point. Something so trivial, so languid as a building meant for humans, that will sooner or later cease to exist, broke the synergy of the ley line. The ley lines, eternal, right, powerful. Meant to exist for longer than we can imagine.” He pauses, a glint in his eyes. “The ley line disrupted its power everywhere near the building, imprinting it to Tokyo itself, I imagine. Perhaps even more than Tokyo itself. Now, a young student of mine suggested that this didn’t happen. That the building didn’t lacerate the ley line. That it just… cracked the ley line. Creating a portal. A mass of energy – an unfathomable flow of energy – concentrating in a point, asking for help, connecting itself to the rest of the ley lines in the world. That could lead to anywhere… anyone. To whichever body that lies into a powerful place.”

“To… Glendower.” Jungkook says, licking his lips.

“To Glendower.” You repeat, a conviction in your tone. “Whatever happened, we—I want to see it. I want to feel it. I need to go there.”

“I expected you to say that, miss.” He laughs. “I’m onto a new journey, and I wish you’d take part of it. Lead it, actually. You’re young—” at that, you snort, “But you have tons of experience. I’d like to conduct other experiments in Tokyo, in order to understand what happened, but as soon as I’ve gathered all the pieces of information, I’d like you to go there. So, I now ask you to wait. And prepare yourself. Can you do that for me, miss Min?”

Jungkook’s eyes fall on you and, sensing his disturb – he’s not in the picture. He’s suddenly not part of this game – you avoid his inquiring, hard gaze. “Yes, sir. Take your time. But I want to know—”

“—about everything I’ll discover. Of course.”

His phone rings. You’re sure it’s his because Jungkook lost his (did he really, though?), and you left yours in your room, away from yourself, away from the tempting though to call Taehyung and ignore the gathering altogether. You swore you wouldn’t jump at the first occasion to ditch the party—so here you are, longing for a connection with Taehyung, yet impossibly far from him.

“Excuse me, please.”

God. You want out. You want out before Jungkook says—

“You can’t do this alone—I’m in this, we’re in this together. What about—” his eyes are angry, his features scream madness, “What about Namjoon? What about Jimin?” he exhales, “What about me?”

What about Taehyung?

You can’t answer that, because he begins almost shouting again, “You can’t just think about yourself—this is about all of us. This involves all of us. So what? Just because you were there from the beginning—just because you can travel whenever the fuck you want, it’s easier to cut us out, huh?”

“Jungkook,” you plead, hands on his forearms, “Jungkook, listen to me…”

“If it’s a matter of pride—”

“It’s not!”

“—or worse, money—”

“You have to stop this.” You groan, hands in your hair. “You have to stop this, please. It’s killing me.”

Something in him must click at your words because he’s frowning and unbuttoning his shirt’s top button. “It’s not killing you,” he laughs, a sound void of sympathy, “It’s not.”

“It is! Stop invalidating my feelings—”

“You are, though! You’re crushing mine!”

You ignore his words, hands on your heart, tears threatening to come out. “I-I feel like I can’t talk to you! I always try to choose my words around you and—and it’s killing me. Knowing that you won’t understand—knowing that I’ll choose wrongly, that the next time is gonna be worse, because you’re slowly getting out of reach, you’re running away from me!”

Jungkook’s mouth is agape, his eyes wide. “That’s not true,” it’s his whisper.

“I don’t know what to do. I love you, but… this is killing me. I love you, but it’s useless because you’re getting farther away from me. And I don’t know… I don’t know how to keep you close.”

It’s hard to swallow when he looks so concerned, so out of control, so shocked at your words. But it’s the truth, isn’t it? He isn’t yours anymore. It’s sad to think that maybe he never was in the first place.

“You don’t love me.”

Those words throw you off.

You frown, you lick your lips, exasperated. “Yes, I do.”

This is excruciating. How can he not see? How does he not know? Jungkook, you want to scream, how can I make you believe?

“If you had to choose,” he begins, uncertain. You alert despair in his words. In how slowly he’s letting the words out. In how this is going to end badly—how easy it is for him to ask to choose him? Would you choose Taehyung? Choose me. Love me. “If you had to choose between me and Taehyung…”

“Jungkook, no.”

“Me and Taehyung.” He repeats, taking a step in your direction, gaze on yours, desperation clear, discomfort oozing out of his mouth. “Don’t think. Say a name.”

“I would never do this to you, and you know it.” His thumbs touch your cheeks, and you wish you were stronger—you wish you weren’t crying, you wish you could answer him. “Jungkook, please.”

He looks at you again—that’s the last thing you see before closing your eyes, letting your tears wet your whole face. You’re sobbing, forcing your mouth closed, even when he keeps caressing your soft skin.

“Y/N…”

“I do love you.” You force out, instead. “I do love you, Jungkook. But what about you?” your words are nothing more than a hushed whisper. “Do you love me? Or…”

You open your eyes. Jungkook’s still looking at you, eyebrows frowning. This mere sight makes you want to scream. Your words make you want to weep, uncontrollably. This is not fair. This isn’t what you had planned.

“Are you in love with me? Or are you in love with Taehyung?”

That’s the right question to ask, you want to cry out loud. That’s what’s nurturing you and him both—you’ve lived since birth a privileged life. You’ve always asked questions, you were always praised for your curiosity. Most especially, you were always given answers. But what about now? Why can’t he say—can’t he share the truth? Can’t he say he loves you, deeply, so terribly deeply, yet Taehyung makes him feel different? Makes he feel normal? Alive? Just a boy?

You do know it. You do know how does he feel.

As he blinks, pulling away, pupils desperate, you wish you could say: I know how he makes you feel. And again: I feel the same way. The truth: he makes me feel the same way.

You take a step back, drying your wet cheeks.

“We’re leaving tomorrow.”

Another truth: I love him.

As you give him your back, you leave him alone in the office. But Jungkook doesn’t follow you.

(The truth you didn’t say out loud: you love him, too.)

It’s past midnight when Taehyung misdials.

He says it right away, first thing when you pick up, and you don’t believe him for a second.

“I misdialled. Didn’t mean to call you. To wake you up—”

“It’s fine.” You murmur, drowning in your warm bed. “I don’t mind. Wasn’t sleeping anyway.”

“Mhm.” He sighs, “Was the party okay?”

“As okay as it can be.”

“Vague.”

“I learned from the best.”

“Were the people okay?”

“Bearable as drunk Namjoon.”

“So, as bearable as my brother Seokjin when he hasn’t had his fair share of daily compliments.”

Your lips can’t help but curve into a smile. “Seokjin loves you, though.”

“So does Namjoon.”

You breathe out. “Yeah,” you swallow. “Yeah, he does.”

“What about Jungkook?”

Your heart is in pain. Damned Jungkook.

“What about him?”

Taehyung pauses, and you imagine him blinking, nodding to nothing. “I hope that, at least, the food was good.”

“Of course. Our chef has never disappointed the Min family.”

You faintly hear him chuckle.

“You okay?”

Here it is, the million dollars question. “I am now. I’m glad you misdialled.”

Taehyung doesn’t exhale. “Might do it again, dunno. Can’t really say I’m a fan of technology.”

“I’d answer,” you admit, voice lower than before, “If you ever were to misdial again.”

“Good,” he sounds pleased, “Wouldn’t want to waste the call.”

Taehyung bites the inside of his mouth, eyes checking into the dark kitchen he’s in.

“Sweet dreams.”

He waits for your tender “Night, Tae,” before hanging up.

That night, you sleep like a child. 

[rvantures]

Welcome to RVanture

Thanks for tuning in! My name is Leslie and my boyfriend is Chris. We’re both 26 years old with a passion for experience. Our experiences have shaped the people we have grown into and the people we have grown to love both individually and as a couple. The opportunity to experience van life and all it has to offer is something we can’t even begin to describe with words. But we’re going to try!

Without further hesitation, here’s a little about me – Leslie. I like to describe myself as a maker, believer, and make-believe. My current role is as a copywriter for a pharmaceutical advertising company. I’ve always had a knack at storytelling and crafting creative content. I studied fashion merchandising and business at Marist College in Poughkeepsie, New York. During my sophomore year I studied abroad in Paris, France. After graduating I went on to receive my masters degree in strategic design and innovation at Instituto Europeo Di Design in Madrid, Spain.

Chris describes himself as an avid concertgoer; for any type of live music. He studied communications and media studies at Rutgers University in New Brunswick, New Jersey. He loves trying new foods, indulging in unique beers and learning about cultures different from his own. His well rounded personality and sense of humor is something I’ll never tire from.

During my time in Spain, Chris came over for 4 months to live with me in my small studio apartment to explore Europe. We decided early in that trip that travelling, exploring and experiencing were something we wanted to make a priority in our relationship.

We explored Spain through Madrid, Mallorca, Barcelona, Valencia, Granada, Salobrena, Toledo and El Escorial. We popped over to the United Kingdom and checked out London. From there we caught a flight to Italy where we tipped the tower in Pisa, found the secret bakery in Florence and swam in the crystal waters of Cinque Terre. We ended our exploration in Paris, France. It was there that I had the opportunity to show Chris where I had studied and teach him all of the unique things I had learned about the city. Moreover, we learned a lot about each other in those couple of months.

When we returned from Europe we started saving for our next big adventure – Reykjavik, Iceland. It was after Iceland that we decided we would save for at least 2 vacations a year, one outside of the US and one somewhere in the US.

Last August, while planning our US adventure, we stumbled upon a startup van rental company – Boho Vans, based in Phoenix, Arizona. We were captivated by the idea of joining the van life/tiny home movement for a week. We booked ‘Stevie’ for a 5-night trip through Phoenix, Tempe, Flagstaff, Page, Grand Canyon and Scottsdale and fell in love. We were living in a van with no toilette, shower or television and had an amazing experience. We had solar panels and were completely off grid. There was a liberating sense of relief and realization that we were in control of our experience. We could get up and go to the next spot whenever we wanted. It was that trip that sealed the deal for us. It was Stevie and Boho Vans who opened the floodgates in our search for the perfect van.

Post Arizona, Chris and I decided to start looking more seriously into buying our own van and converting it. As we kept our eyes peeled looking for the best rig, I stumbled upon an Instagram posting from @TheDareListFamily. They were selling their recently renovated RV, Valour. Chris and I immediately reached out and expressed our interest. After going back and forth via email, things started to get serious.

As you can imagine, we weren’t the only people interested in Valour the Van, so to differentiate ourselves from other prospective buyers, we wrote an adoption letter. This letter explained in depth the places we had been, the love we have for travel and one another and the future we had our minds set on, ultimately leading up to how we were the perfect fit for Valour.

We planned, researched and became invested in making this dream a reality. Eventually we received the official email, we were the chosen couple! We almost fell over. The only issue…they were located in Vancouver, Canada. A mere 3,017 miles (46 hour) drive away.

As this realization set in, along with figuring our vehicle emission regulations, safety standards, logistics on crossing the boarder, finances and a tight timeline, it became apparent we wouldn’t be able to make this work in a comfortable, timely way. We were devastated.

We had invested so much time and energy in trying to make this work – as far as we were concerned, in our minds, we already owned Valour and were part of #Vanlife. Having to shake the dream and wake up to reality was really difficult for us. In the midst of all of this we were gearing up to leave for Atlanta for vacation. It was on that trip that we decided come Memorial Day we would have a van in our possession.

Weeks went by and we searched high and low. Chris and my dad went on several 9+ hour long road trips of their own to check out different vans and RVs. Nothing seemed to fit our requirements. It wasn’t until mid-May when we saw a listing seemed too good to be true. We reached out with strong interest and made a deposit having never seen the 24-ft RV in person. We knew this was an experience and opportunity we couldn’t pass up – something just felt right.

The deposit was good for one week so the following weekend Chris and my dad took another long road trip, this time to Virginia to check out, and eventually purchase, what would soon be called our RVan.

Chris and I are excited to begin this journey to take RVan places we’ve never been and create endless memories and we’re stoked you’re following along!

[methodcop]

SAM SWAREK’S RP PLOTTING CHEAT-SHEET

Want new-and-exciting plots for your character? Long to reach out to more of your followers, but don’t know where to start? Fear not! Fill out this form and give your RP partners both present and future all the of juicy jumping off points they need to help you get your characters acquainted.

Be sure to tag the players whose characters YOU want more cues to interact with, andrepost, don’t reblog! Feel free to add or remove sections as you see fit. Template here.

Mun name: skye OOC Contact: IMs or discord (available upon request!)

who the heck is my muse anyway:

sam swarek is a uniformed police officer in toronto (or a detective, depending on the verse) and a skilled undercover officer. he’s good at his job, but has a somewhat... casual relationship with rules and regulations. he has a moral code and always does what he believes to be right -- but he’ll bend the rules as far as they go if he feels it’s necessary. despite this, he’s a solid teacher and training officer and is generally respected, even when others don’t wholly approve of his methods. sam is a big believer in trusting your instincts -- your gut -- rather than overthinking, and it’s one of the major points he passes on to those he trains. despite a seemingly serious exterior, he has a dry, sarcastic sense of humor and is the ultimate loyal friend. just don’t try and get too close -- he can count on one hand the number of people he’ll let his 80-ft-thick walls down for...

points of interest:

on top of being a beat cop (and later a detective), sam is generally considered one of the best undercover officers on the force. before the start of the series, he’d spent 8 months in deep cover, trying to bring down the head of a drug/prostitution ring. 

sam has a sketchy(ish) past. growing up in a crappy neighborhood with an unstable home life, he fell in with a not-great crowd. he was known to sell stolen car parts as a teenager, and had a few run ins with the law. however, it was a cop who arrested him once when he was about 16 who proved to be his first real male role model.

he’s got some daddy issues. his father was a drunk who was physically abusive towards both sam and his mother. jay swarek spent sam’s childhood in and out of prison. as a teenager, sam lied to have his father sent to prison on a robbery charge -- while inside, jay killed another inmate and is currently serving a 20 year sentence. it was sam’s desire to protect his mother and sister from his father that first got him thinking about becoming a cop.

what they’ve been up to recently:

protecting those mean streets, baby! depending on the verse, sam is either an experienced uniformed officer, going about his job. or he’s a relatively newly-promoted detective settling into his new role. most interactions will probably fall into this category, generally taking place in the canon timeline of the series without relying on too many details.

some verses/interactions might be post-series. in this, sam is a new father, having just had a baby daughter with his ex, marlo. he is also newly married to fellow officer/partner/love of his life, andy mcnally. 

where to find them:

toronto, canada: born and raised here, you’ll find him on the job patrolling the streets in his squad car, or maybe responding to a call or investigating a case. this can be adapted to different cities/locations depending on the verse or the other muse.

out and about: when his shift is over and he’s off duty, you might find him in a variety of places -- particularly at the local bar, the black penny, where cops from 15 division generally hang out. maybe at the gym or out for a run. who knows! he’s just a normal dude living his normal life... this is also easily adaptable to whatever city/locale a verse or thread might require. 

current plans:

depending on the verse he’s either a) just trying to be a good cop, living his life and not planning too far ahead -- going where he wants to and doing as he pleases, or b) embracing his new roles as husband and father, doing whatever he came to protect and preserve his family.

desired interactions:

general crime things. admittedly, this is my least favorite option, but also the most common type of interaction. it’s an easy default for muses who are strangers to sam to meet him in the course of his job, but without plotting at all, these threads die fast. just come chat! maybe they’re investigating something together! maybe there’s some shady stuff going on and your muse needs sam’s help. who knows! let’s plot!

UNDERCOVER THINGS PLS. i can’t begin to describe how much i love undercover threads. it’s sam in his element and i want it all. is your muse a fellow cop and they’re undercover together? is sam investigating your muse? is your muse an informant on the inside? *grabby hands* gimme all of it.

dad!sam. we don’t see much of sam as a father in canon because, well, the show ends two episodes after his daughter is born. BUT. that is an aspect of his character i want to explore more... maybe our muses’ kids go to the same school/daycare. maybe your muse is his daughter’s teacher/doctor/whatever. oh, the possibilities!

anything in my aus/other verses. there are several verses that i, admittedly, have not written up yet, but i LOVE AUS WITH OTHER FANDOMS. my heart is really in science fiction, so i have/am working on verses for sam for things like star wars, stargate, firefly, etc. come be a nerd with me! it’s fun...

Offered interactions:

pretty much already described above - i’m game for most ideas and interactions (barring those with obvious, triggering themes): is your muse a doctor? maybe sam is there with a witness/suspect who needs care, or they’re his doctor when he was shot in season 4. is your muse a cop? maybe they’re partners! WHO KNOWS. i’m open to 99% of ideas tbh

a note on shipping - while it’s not my primary purpose here, I do love me a good ship. as long as there’s chemistry, i’m in. 

current open post/s:

i don’t post opens very often, but when i do, they’ll just be tagged #open.

anything else?:

my ims are always open if you have thoughts or ideas or questions!

tagging: YOU

tagged by: no one - i stole it from selena

[petri808]

Zero Degrees of Separation

AU Story, FT Next Gen.  Jerza kids.  4300 words.  I wrote this story for a school assignment. Pics of the kids are on my side blog @petrischronicles

It is summer break before Identical twins Andesine & Azurite Fernandez will be leaving for college on opposite sides of the country. Their family takes their annual summer vacation to the mountains but both brothers are troubled about breaking their connection.  ​

The breeze coming off the crystalline lake was something Azurite Fernandez always appreciated when they visited the summer cabin.  It had that typical rustic quality of earthy scented pine, mixed with warbling birds and chattering squirrels, a beautiful serenity and today was no exception as the warm kiss of mountain sunlight blanketed the family from powder blue skies. He stood there with his eyes closed letting the calming peace and quiet sweep him away for it might be years before he’d be back again.  This was perfect, he mused to himself.  Someday building a house and raising a family in a place like this appealed to his inner nature.

“Azurite, could you help your sister with her bags?”

He opened his eyes and released the fresh moist air from his lungs, “sure mom,” before turning towards his family’s SUV.  Azi clicked his tongue, chuckling as his sister struggled with her oversized suitcase. Grabbing it from her and setting it on the ground he teases, “did you pack your entire room?”

Amethyst huffs, picking up her smaller carry-on and purse from the ground, “not all of us loves this place as much as you do, I needed things to keep me busy.”  

“I’m with Amy on this,” their brother Andesine, Azi’s twin, throws his arm over his brother’s shoulder. “I’d much rather be hanging out with Sage and the others, considering most of us are going to different parts of the country in a couple months.”

“Tch,” Azurite crosses his arms, “then I would just as much prefer to spend time with my girlfriend then you.”

“Alright, alright boys,” their father Jellal chides them as he walks past into the house, “it’s family time, not friend time so just deal with it and make your mother happy for a couple of weeks.”  With a sigh, Azurite simply grabs his sister’s suitcase and along with his sullen siblings makes their way into the house behind him.

That evening as Andi and Amy hole up in their rooms with their phones or laptops, and their parents enjoy the rest of the night in the den, Azurite ventures out onto the spacious wrap around deck, propping himself atop a railing.  With his long legs easily balancing on the beam and his back against one of the pillars, he had chosen the spot because it was a clear vantage point of the nighttime lake.  Dark and ominous waters like at any moment some creature could walk out of its depths ready to strike at the unaware and yet, with the shimmering moonlit surface, instead of a creature, maybe a beautiful water goddess come to grant you any wish you desire.  A slight uptick around the corners of his mouth are the only indication when a few fond memories begin to flow through.  

Such supernatural creatures were common topics when they were little.  Nights like this one spent on the shore sleeping under the stars, trading story ideas, or dreams of heroes and villains come to life.  Just a lot of imagination packed between the Fernandez twins and the seeming link they shared was evident.  One would start a sentence and the other would finish it, an idea for a character would come to mind and the other would simply nod and agree as if they could see it too.  Like words never spoken aloud but through the spirit became secrets only they could share driving their sister crazy because it left her out of the loop.

They used to love fishing with their father, sometimes competing with each other on who could catch the biggest fish, campfire smores with their mom who made sure they didn’t burn their hands, and tag teaming scares upon their little sister.  On sunny afternoons the boys would swim out to the middle of the lake where a platform had been anchored, jumping off or sun bathing.  Hikes with the family in the surrounding forests were a treat to find bugs and other critters or make forts amongst the trees to search for dragons.  

It was quite an enjoyable childhood, but like many kids, as they got older, and their individual personalities developed, different interests and friendships pulled them in separate directions.  They were still brothers that got along for the most part, but no longer peas in the same pod.  Azurite closes his eyes, ‘and the distance is only gonna grow wider when we leave for college.’  It wasn’t that he wanted to be separated from his brother or family, but when one receives a full-ride scholarship to M.I.T, they’d be a fool to decline. Unfortunately, that meant he’d be attending school in Massachusetts clear across the country from Santa Barbara where Andesine had opted to go.

“Will you cheer up Az?” the warm hand of his brothers upon his shoulder, rouses Azurite from his reflections only to look over and see the smug smirk of his twin staring back. Andesine taps his temple, “is the distance really bothering you that much, cause ya know eventually we had to cut the cord.”

“I wasn’t thinking…” Again, Andi taps the side of his head and cocks an eyebrow.  “Okay, sure, maybe I was but that wasn’t the only thing.”

“A…” searching his pockets, he pulls out the only thing he had and holds it up with a goofy grin, “piece of gum for your thoughts?”

Even Azurite had to laugh at the silly antics of his twin, “It’s nothing,” waving his hand, “maybe I’m just nervous about being so far away from everyone.  I mean, aren’t you?”

“Mmm,” Andi tips his head, “not really, kinda excited to see all them California girls!” singing out part of the Katie Perry song.

Azurite rolls his eyes, “You are so bad!”

“And you are too good!” Andi retorts and laughs out loud, “I feel like I need to balance out this dynamic duo!”  Azurite tries to hide the amusement but fails miserably since his brother can read him. “Come on… grumpy gus,” he playfully punches Azi’s arm, “just get some sleep and maybe you’ll feel better.”

After his bother moves out of the way, Azi slides off the railing and stretches out his stiffened back. “Mom guys crash yet?”

Andesine nods, “fell asleep on the couch.  I think Amy too, cause her light was off.”  He pulls out his phone, “I don’t think you realize but you’ve been out here for several hours, see,” showing his brother the time, “it’s almost 2 am.”

Azi frowns, “I didn’t. But why are you still awake?”

“I wasn’t, just woke up when I felt something bothering you.”

“Sorry.”

“‘so’kay man, I’ll see ya upstairs.”

“Be there in a minute.” Azurite watches his brother walk back into the house and takes one more look at the lake...

To the outside world, Andesine Fernandez was the quintessential jokester who never took life seriously.  He did decently in school, had his own aspirations, tons of friends, and fashioned himself a lady’s man, though this last notion might be more in his head than reality.  But just because he lived in the realm of humor, wasn’t to say he didn’t care or pay attention, he simply preferred to live by the YOLO ‘You Only Live Once’ motto.  This stark contrast in personality from his more reticent and bookish twin, was along with their different colored hair, the most noticeable distinctions.  

A few nights later, the family sits around a small campfire in front of the house, relaxing after a long day of hiking around the forest and lake.  Amy and their mother Erza chatter about a Korean drama they both watch, and Andi is only half listening to Azurite and their dad discuss the latest MMA fight in the UFC.  Maybe Azi had a point about the distance, it wasn’t something he’d really thought about until now, probably because, well, ‘I didn’t want to, I mean, it’s only a physical thing!’  But as the dancing flames of the fire crackle and send wisps of burning embers floating into the air, Andesine’s thoughts go with them. His eyes dilate, focusing on the red-orange glow, mesmerized and sending his mind into a distant timeframe.

‘Don’t even think about it, Andi,’ his brother blocks him, ‘mom already gave you a Hershey.’

‘Ugh!  It’s so irritating that you know what I’m thinking!  When we get older, I hope this stupid twin thing stops too!’

‘I don’t really like it either, cause dealing with you is frustrating.’

But their mother had stepped into the argument, chiding her sons, ‘there will come a day when you’ll regret saying that stuff.’  Pulling them into a hug on each side of her body, ‘that special bond means you’ll always have each other to fall back on, even when you’re far apart.’

‘Why would be far apart?’ Azurite asked their mom.

‘Well…’ squeezing them tighter, ‘one day you’ll grow up, go to college, meet a girl, maybe settle down and have a family.  As much as I’ll miss my boys, I want you to be happy and independent in the future.’

‘Sounds good to me,’ Andi shrugged, ‘I can’t wait to grow up!’

She chuckled, ‘don’t worry, before you know it, you will be…’

Andesine’s brows furrow at the memory, sometimes he hated to admit when their mother was right, but damn was she ever.  A night exactly like this one, settled around a campfire, eating smores, except now they were all ten years older.  Amy only two years away from graduating high school and the boysabout to start their adult lives.  Was he really ready for it like he had bragged about?  Did he want to admit that he’ll miss his twin? He snaps out of the reflection, looking around to see if anyone had noticed it, but everyone was still engrossed in their conversations.

He stands up, dusts off his pants and kisses his mother goodnight.  “Are you okay?” she asks.

“Just tired, think I’ll shower and head to bed.”

“Alright, good night sweetie.”

“Night mom.”

He knew from experience that the best thing to do was let his brother process whatever was bothering him in his own way, so Azurite pretended not to pay attention while Andi zoned out or even when he said he was tired.  But as he watched his twin trudge into the house, he had to wonder what it was about.  A smug tugging on his lips, could Andi be just as nervous as he was about the whole separation?  Now that would be an interesting flip.

Andesine tossed and turned.

“Noooo!!!” he screamed as he raced towards his brother on legs that suddenly seemed uncooperative, reaching out and stumbling along the asphalt. The scene blurred through a tunneled vision while the sounds of screeching tires echoed in his ears.  But no matter how fast he ran, the distance remained the same.  

His brother’s head turns seconds before the impact, a tear trailing down one cheek, “I’m… sorry Andi…”

“Azzziiiiiii!!!!!”

Andesine pops up in his bed screaming out of the dream and frantically looking at the other side of the bedroom for Azurites bed.  “What the fuck?”  Because there was no bed, only an empty space where it should be.  He throws off the blankets and hops off his, wildly circling the barren floorboards.  “What the hell is going on!  Where is Azurite?!”

The door swings open and his parents rush in, “Andi, what’s wrong,” Erza asks, “what are you yelling about?”  As Jellal grabs his son’s shoulders to stop his hysterical flailing, “did you have a bad dream?”

“Where’s my brother Azurite?  Why is his bed gone?”  The poor young man is on the verge of tears.

“Azurite?” Erza questions, looking to her husband with concern, “but honey, you don’t have a brother.”

“What!!  Of course, I do, he’s my identical twin!”

“Son, you need to calm down,” prompting the young man towards his bed and sitting him down, “there’s only you and your sister, remember?”

“No, this doesn’t make any sense,” Andi shakes his head, “it felt so real, He felt so real!  W-we were so close, we could feel each other, read each other’s thoughts, I—I…” cradling his head in his hands, “but our…”

“Sweetheart it was just a dream,” Erza kneels in front of him, “we promise you, you’ve never had a brother…”

“No!” he pushes them away and scrambles to get out of the room. This was all wrong!  Why were they lying to him?  There was no way he’d just make up a brother!  Andi bolts down the hallway, stumbling a few times in an effort to reach the front door while the walls seemed to sway and fold inwards on him. He had to get out there now!

As he turns the knob and flings the front door open, a blinding light stops him in his tracks.

His eyes snap open and he sits up in bed.  ‘What the…’ turning, Andesine looks to his left and notices his brother still asleep in their darkened room.  He checks the alarm clock, 3:30am, it was all just a nightmare?  With a groan, he drops on to his back, ‘it was all just a friggen nightmare!’

The following morning, Andesine is still a bit unnerved from the dream.  It was the first time he’s ever had one so disturbing involving his brother and he couldn’t fathom what it was supposed to mean.  Was it a premonition that his brother would die from a car accident?  He’d never had one of those before, or more than likely a subconscious reaction to the whole idea of separation and distance.  No matter what it all meant, if he didn’t get a handle on these emotions, the rest of this trip would be a miserable one.

Andi finds his parents in the kitchen cleaning up after breakfast, “Is it okay if I take a hike to the bluffs?”

“I don’t see why not,” Jellal puts another dish in the rack before turning to address his son, “is Azurite going with you?”

“Nah, I kinda wanted to go alone.”

Erza frowns, “That’s not really safe honey…” but when he gives her a sad, puppy expression she sighs, “just make sure you take your phone with you.”

“Thanks mom!” he hugs her then his dad and takes off out the door with a small back pack of water and of course his cell phone.  

He waves at his sister and brother who were lounging on patio chairs and heads north of their rental towards the trail leading up to a mountain peak he enjoyed.  Andi takes a deep breath, ‘Im’ma sort out whatever the hell it is that’s bugging me!’ pumping a fist into the air with a grin, ‘It’s time to go zen!’

The trail itself was moderately rated, mostly because of the final leg up a steep incline to the bluff, but it was completely worth the effort.  Twenty-five minutes later, as he broke through the tree line and made his way up the final ascent, Andi knew he had made the right decision to come here. There were a few fluffy white clouds passing by and the heat was mildly tolerable due to the higher elevation. The ground was thankfully dry since it hadn’t rained for at least a couple of weeks and the bugs seemed to be taking a day off, so he finds a flat-topped rock and sits down ready to get this load off his mind.

Why was all of this bothering him so much now when it hadn’t even crossed his mind before this trip? Sure, he had realized that picking a college thousands of miles across the country would probably make his parents sad, but it never donned on him that it would upset his brother, or himself. They would be in different states not different countries and thanks to today’s technology, distance wasn’t such a burden anymore.  Andi had friends all over the world on social media, and he was excited to finally meet a few of them when he got to California.  Besides, it’s not like he was the only one, Azurite chose a college away from their home state, granted it was because of the scholarship, but still, it was a choice that he made.

Andi closes his eyes and tilts his head back knowing he was skirting around the real issue that none of this had to do with a normal leaving the nest syndrome.  He exhales, both brothers were quite ready and capable to venture out on their own because their parents had done a phenomenal job of making sure they would be.  No, this all came down to their twin connection.  Will it feel weird when they are so far apart from each other?  Will there be some strange feeling like a part of him was missing?  It was this uneasiness that was at the heart of it all.  

‘I’m sure we’ll be fine,’ he finally concludes, ‘nothing to worry about.  I bet we’ll be too busy with college and everything to even worry.’ He was sure that he’d simply let his subconscious and imagination run a little too amok this time and it was time to reign it back in.  

“Yosh!” he stands up, stretching out in a full, arms above his head motion, twisting his midsection and legs.  “Bout time for lunch anyways!”

In a better mood now, Andi slings his backpack over one shoulder, shoves in his earbuds and cranks up his music, starting the trek down the steep zig-zag trail of loose stones and dry pine needle covered dirt.  Dense foliage made a few portions along the path harder to make out and unfortunately one of those spots was a narrow, stepped ledge, carved by the elements into a natural staircase.  Andi slowed down because he knew going down was the most dangerous part.  

Suddenly, the flapping of wings and a stirring of feathers from a startled pheasant takes Andi by surprise just as he is about to set foot on the next step.  The bird scuttles off into the forest, its squawking mixing with his scream as he slips, hands flying up, bag along with his legs going airborne like in a slow-motion scene.  His brother’s name is the last thought in his mind as his back hits the ground and head bounces-off the stony surface knocking him out cold…

Down at the lake, the family is relaxing near the water’s edge with Amy and Erza sunbathing on the shore. Azurite and Jellal dangle their legs off the short pier fishing for dinner while discussing last minute things the young man needs to secure before he leaves for college.  All in all, a relaxing sight despite the glaring midday sun. But just as Azi casts his line again, a cold breeze sweeps through, normally welcomed on such a heated day, but for him, the chill it shoots up his spine catches him off-guard and if he didn’t know better, his name had been funneled along with the wind.  

The fishing pole he holds clatters to the ground as Azurite shoots to his feet, “Something’s wrong with Andi!”

Jellal looks up bewildered, but knows not to question it, “we’d better go then!”

The two men race up the forest trail while Amy and Erza wait at the house ready to call emergency if necessary.  They had no idea what they would encounter but if Azurite was right, and Andi was too injured to have used his cell phone to call for help, they needed to be on standby. Azurite tore up the path like a man both panicked yet guided straight to where he just knew his brother would be and his father simply following, trusting his son’s instincts.  It took them 15 agonizing minutes to reach the spot.

“Andi!”  Azurite clambers up the steep grade, crawling the last couple of feet to where his brother lay prone.  Panic sweeps over his whole being, “Aw, Fuck dad there’s blood coming from his head!  Andi!” he’s about to reach out and pull his brother up but Jellal grabs his shoulder.

“Don’t move him yet, we don’t know how badly injured he is.  Check his pulse and breathing while I call your mom… and see if you can wake him up but gently.”

With his father on the phone telling their mother to call 911 and giving them directions to where they were, Azurite is using every ounce of willpower he has not to cradle his brother’s limp body in his arms.  He couldn’t believe this was happening, Andi was usually so careful whenever he went hiking but as he scans the area and notices a few stray feathers and his brothers bag lying above and off to the side, he could surmise what had happened in those last seconds.  But all that didn’t matter, whether or not Andi had been spooked or simply slipped, what was important was getting him medical attention as quickly as possible.

Azurite pats his brother’s cheek, “Andi wake up!  Please,” tapping it a few more times, “wake up Andi!”  Moisture pools and clouds his vision, tears leaking down his face in salty rivers.  “Damn it, Andi wake up!”

After ending his call, Jellal slowly lifts his sons head to check the injury and see’s that despite the blood, the wound doesn’t look very deep.  He pulls off his shirt, folds it, and tucks it under to cushion Andi’s head. “Emergency services are on their way so, all we can do is wait.  I’m going to head back down to meet them at the beginning of the trail, will you be alright here?”  The young man manages a short nod.  Jellal puts his hand on Azi’s shoulder, “It’s going to be okay son,” and with a second half nod, the man starts his descent.

Left alone, Azurite retrieves his brother’s bag, so it didn’t get left behind, sitting back down and checking his brother’s vitals every couple of minutes.  It was so frustrating not being able to do anything more, but his dad and their Eagle Scout training were clear on this, Andi was best left for the professionals to handle.  He hangs his head and while his tears had slowed, they were still like droplets of rain along a window pane, dribbling down in irregular waves.

“I swear you really are an idiot Andi, you know how dangerous it is to hike alone!  I don’t know what it was that was bothering you, but it better be a damn good reason for scaring me half to death!  Do you know how it feels, every time you do these foolish things and I have to worry about you…”  Azi lets out a long exhale, “But maybe you’ll get it now?  I hope you’ll see why I was so worried about the distance, I mean if something happened to you and we’re miles apart, I can’t come running like I did today.”  He lays down on his side next to his brother, just like they would as little kids when they were scared during a storm and takes hold of his brother’s hand, so limp and lifeless, bringing it to his chest.  “It feels like… like a sinking weight on my heart…”

“Could you be…” Andi’s voice is groggy and muffled, “anymore… melodramatic…”  He squeezes Azi’s hand back, “I ain’t dead yet.”

“I ought’a knock you back out for that!” Azi half snorts half laughs, for as frustrated with his brother as he was, it felt amazing to hear Andi’s voice again.

“I love you too bro,” he finally opens his eyes, half lidded because of the pain.  “And to answer your question, I do know how it feels.”

“What do you mean?”

“I had the most screwed up dream last night, that’s why I came out here to think…  I dreamt that I suddenly woke up and you weren’t there, mom and dad told me I had dreamt you up.  It hurt so bad like something had been ripped out of me…”  Azi looks up when he hears the sounds of footsteps approaching but is drawn back as he brother keeps talking.  “I do worry too but today I realized that it’s going to be okay.”  He squeezes his brother’s hand again and closes his eyes, grimacing through the pain, “we’ll always be brothers, and even if we’re far apart nothing will ever change the bonds we share.”  

“Just promise me you won’t do anything crazy out in California, because if I have to fly there, I really will kick your ass.”

Andi tries to chuckle but gives up when another wave of throbbing pain rushes over him, “you could try...”  

On the final night of the family vacation, Amy and their parents lounged on the porch playing a board game while the two brothers settled on a log beside the lake shore. Andesine’s head was still wrapped with gauze to protect the stitches he received, and Azurite was teasing him. “Remember,” Azi turns his gaze over to the lake, “When a full moon casts its luminous glow beckoning to any fools that dared to breach its darkened waters…”

“… a creature may arise to strike you down, or maybe a beautiful goddess will appear to grant you your desires.  Forgive me but I don’t think I qualify as a goddess.”

“You’re right, you’re more like a creature from the abyss.”

A companionable silence falls between them, each lost momentarily as the placid nighttime waters soothes their psyches.  Azurite exhales and holds up his arm in a 90-degree position, Andesine sighs, grabs his brother’s hand, squeezing and nodding his head for their zero degrees of separation.  This trip had been long and fruitful and now they were finally ready to move into the next phase of their lives, together.

[jasonblossomsghost]

0-44 please :)

0: Heighti’m 5′3 :)

1: Age182: Shoe sizeUS men’s 5, US women’s 6-7 (if anyone wants to buy me some new adidas i like the white and black classics)3: Do you smoke?my asthmatic ass? i think not4: Do you drink?nope5: Do you take drugs?i’ve considered it but nah6: Age you get mistaken fordepends but usually 13-15 7: Have tattoos?ya i got a temporary one on my shoulder its lit8: Want any tattoos?in the future probably but idk i dont like the idea of permanence

9: Got any piercings?not even my ears10: Want any piercings?not really. im not a fan of jewelry11: Best friend?her name is mady and i love her12: Relationship statussingle but with a toxic pissbaby clinging to my leg13: Biggest turn onspassion, talent, thermodynamic equilibrium/always warm (im a cold hoe), funny, smart, honest, loyal, etc etc14: Biggest turn offsexcessive jealousy (like a lil jealousy can be cute but if ur up my ass constantly i feel like u dont trust me ygm?), dishonesty, codependency, infidelity15: Favorite movieScott Pilgrim vs. The World16: I’ll love you if...you’re nice to me and hold my hand17: Someone you missnot to be gay but i havent seen mady in like a week so i miss her a lil bit18: Most traumatic experiencemy first memory is a grown man almost suffocating me so probably that lmao19: A fact about your personalityi’m a fucking disaster but at peace with it20: What I hate most about myselfi don’t value my own needs as much as i should21: What I love most about myselfmy sense of humor tbh. multiple people have told me theyve gotten funnier just being around me and it makes me feel good22: What I want to be when I get olderi plan on being a lawyer but i just wanna be financially stable, in love, and happy23: My relationship with my sibling(s)i’ve got 7 lmao. my relationship with my oldest sister is nonexistent, with the second oldest sister its just awkward, my older brother is a nazi so i fkn hate him, i constantly fight with my sister whos a year older, i parent my little sister while she calls me a bitch/cunt/twat, and i dont have a relationship with my two younger brothers24: My relationship with my parent(s)dont have one with my dad. my mom and i have a Not So Good relationship where she yells at me for no reason then feels guilty but instead of saying sorry just lets me leave the house25: My idea of a perfect datei havent been on a date in so long honestly someone take me out but anyway, breakfast at my favorite restaurant (its a vegan/gluten free place and ya boi has a lot of food intolerances but it also has really beautiful art and a garden) then going to a museum or my favorite bookstore. also maybe a park at some point?? idk if i love the person they could take me grocery shopping and id be happy26: My biggest pet peeveslying, cheating (on partners, not tests), and people who dont understand personal space27: A description of the girl/boy I likei could describe the person i unfortunately like but ill discuss him in 28 so have a description of the boy i have a small crush on instead. his name is Sam and hes super nice??? and smart??? and really funny??? but also so talented at music like the second i heard him sing i was in Love. i made him a present (it was just a dumb joke not like an actual present) on the last day of the semester and he decided to skip that day. i texted him and he deadass showed up to school just for me??? i was honestly dazed for the rest of the day28: A description of the person I dislike the mostlike i said, i unfortunately like him. hes at least borderline emotionally abusive and generally makes me feel shitty. hes hot tho /:29: A reason I’ve lied to a friendi’ve been trying to be really honest but ?? maybe so they wont worry about me?? idk30: What I hate the most about work/schooljust the stress tbh31: What my last text message says“be busy during that time” (from Mady about avoiding the guy from 28)32: What words upset me the mosthonestly just anything thats needlessly negative??? like idk life is too short to be an asshole the whole time33: What words make me feel the best about myselfwhen anyone compliments me tbh like if youve ever complimented me i love you34: What I find attractive in womentheir smiles and eyes and just how nice they are??? they always look cute?? and its fucking magical?? fuck dude girls are amazing. also like physically i appreciate nice thighs tbh like,,, damn35: What I find attractive in menwith guys tbh if they can make me laugh and are genuinely nice people im !! if they give nice hugs its a bonus. also its stereotypical af but tall boys are So Nice (like everyones tall to me tho so im not talking strictly 6 ft+)

36: Where I would like to liveCali maybe?? idk just a place where i feel safe being who i am37: One of my insecuritiesuntil July i was overweight like my whole life and recently ive been gaining and losing weight like crazy so just how much i weigh i guess?? idk like i Know it doesnt matter but it Does38: My childhood career choicei wanted to be a teacher or psychologist39: My favorite ice cream flavorprobably birthday cake tbh40: Who I wish I could behonestly i just wanna be me but happy41: Where I want to be right nowat a park maybe with a nice human42: The last thing I atefruit snacks43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediatelyLaverne Cox44: A random fact about anythinguh i keep a poetry journal that i write in almost daily

[pipbabi]

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F1 Billionaire To Rescue Aston Martin But Pull Back On EVs

The Aston Martin stand at the Shanghai Auto Show last year. Photo: Raphael Orlove

Image: Raphael Orlove

The Morning ShiftAll your daily car news in one convenient place. Isn’t your time more important?

The top news today is probably a giant deal to save Aston Martin, but you should also read about Tesla facing potential delays from wolves and snakes, and I don’t mean metaphorical ones. All that and more in The Morning Shift for Friday, January 31, 2020.

1st Gear: For Once, Geely Didn’t Get To Buy Up Another Struggling Carmaker

Chinese auto mini-empire Geely has bought up and into struggling car companies all over the world, from Volvo to Proton to Lotus. As of only a few hours ago, it was Geely bidding to invest several hundred million dollars into Aston Martin.

The little British independent makes the same lovely gas-burning sports cars and GTs it always has, but it has been having a hard time transitioning to EVs and getting an SUV into production. For that, it has needed cash.

The news today is that Geely lost out in its bidding to none other than F1 driver Lance Stroll’s dad, Lawrence Stroll. Stroll the elder made his money backing Tommy Hilfiger, among other fashion brands. He is a big Ferrari fan but now has his own F1 team, which conveniently provides a seat for his son, Lance. That team, formerly Force India and currently Racing Point, will become an Aston Martin factory effort, as the Financial Times reports.

The details of the investment are slightly more complicated, per the FT:

Aston Martin will raise £500m in a rescue deal led by Canadian Formula 1 billionaire Lawrence Stroll as the luxury carmaker attempts to draw a line under a period marked by a calamitous initial public offering.

A consortium led by Mr Stroll will inject £182m for a stake of 16.7 per cent in the company at a price of £4 per share, while Aston will raise a further £318m via a rights issue after the company’s results next month.

Shares in Aston surged almost 30 per cent in early trading on Friday. 

Bloomberg also reports that “[h]e edged out rival suitor Geely, which also sought to invest in the sports-car maker” and gave a bit of clarification as to what’s going to change for Aston:

Stroll’s presence will help steer the company toward its aim of becoming a luxury-goods company, [Chief Executive Officer Andy] Palmer said. “It’s going to change the dialogue in the boardroom,” he said. “The dialogue will change from automotive to luxury.”

All right yeah that’s nonsense. The actual business change is that Aston is stepping back from EVs, as the FT notes:

As part of the rescue, the company will delay investments into a suite of electric vehicles — which had been expected from 2022 — until after 2025, and has pushed back the release of its Ferrari-rival supercar until 2022. Investment will instead go into a V6 hybrid engine, which the company has said will be manufactured in the UK, and will help it reduce CO2 output from its cars. At present Aston uses V8 and V12 engines. 

This is annoying, as EVs are kind of interesting but F1-style hybrid V6s are a struggle for even the most ardent car enthusiasts to get interested in. Mercedes is having a hard as hell time getting them to work on the road, too. Good luck, Aston!

2nd Gear: I Have Genuinely No Clue What VW Is Trying To Do With Its Trucking Business

The other day I was writing about how VW is having a hard time selling off MAN Energy Solutions, part of its heavy trucking operations. VW needs billions for its transition out of diesels and into EVs and it just doesn’t have money to spare.

Oh wait, no, nevermind, VW’s heavy trucking operations just announced it is offering $2.9 billion to buy up Navistar here in America, as the Financial Times reports:

Volkswagen’s truckmaking subsidiary Traton has tabled a $2.9bn offer to buy the rest of American manufacturer Navistar, in an attempt to make inroads into the lucrative US heavy-duty vehicle market.

[…]

Traton, which was spun off by Volkswagen last year, comprises brands including Scania, Man and VW, and relies on Europe for almost 60 per cent of its sales. The company also has a strong presence in Brazil, but lacks exposure to North America.

Following several years of strong growth, supercharged by the boom in online shopping, the truck industry is facing a squeeze, with analysts expecting sales to plateau in several key markets. 

If the deal goes through, Traton would become one of the biggest operations in the trucking industry.

3rd Gear: Tesla’s European Factory May Be Delayed By Wolves, Bats, Snakes, Lizards

Please excuse me for some Borscht Belt-grade humor here but while Elon might spend all his time complaining about metaphorical snakes in the form of shorts, what he might actually be hindered by are literal snakes. That is, the German government might be forced to pause any construction on Tesla’s factory outside of Berlin to allow for the breeding period of local wildlife. As Bloomberg reports following a Handelsblatt interview, that means snakes, bats, etc:

Tesla Inc.’s plans to build a factory outside Berlin could be under threat if construction work doesn’t begin by mid-March, according to the economy minister for the Brandenburg region where the site is located.

Under German environmental regulations, the project in the town of Gruenheide could be delayed by nine months unless work begins before the breeding period for local wildlife this spring, Joerg Steinbach said in an interview with the Handelsblatt newspaper published Friday.

[…]

Tesla still has to jump through a number of hoops, including scaring off or relocating wolves, hibernating bats as well as snakes and lizards until construction is over. Residents still have the chance to raise objections, and some have bemoaned that they’ve seen little from Tesla since its blockbuster announcement.

Bloomberg notes that the local mayor seems confident that Tesla will make it all work, and is in conversation with local environmental groups, at least.

4th Gear: Mitsubishi Still Having A Time

With the drama between Renault and Nissan these days, it’s easy to forget that Mitsubishi is part of that auto alliance and, uh, things could be better, as Automotive News reports:

The automaker swung to an operating loss of 6.6 billion yen ($60.5 million) in the fiscal third quarter ended Dec. 31, the company said in results published on Friday. That compared with an operating profit of 28.1 billion yen ($257.7 million) a year earlier.

[…]

“The overall business environment is harsh,” [CFO Koji] Ikeya said.

Mitsubishi’s plunge exacerbates an earnings crisis confronting its alliance partners, Renault and Nissan. Mitsubishi’s automotive allies are under similar pressure from volatile sales and slumping profits, as the three-way alliance struggles to find its feet following the arrest of former alliance Chairman Carlos Ghosn and the tumult it unleashed.

If Mitsubishi sold the Delica here, I’m sure its woes would be short-lived.

5th Gear: Let’s Check In On The Coronavirus

As it turns out, there’s a lot of auto industry in Wuhan, the center of the coronavirus outbreak. As such, the auto industry in Wuhan is taking an extended break at the moment, with many companies holding off an extra week from the new year into early February. Automotive News has a roundup of which companies are holding off for how long, but generally everyone is saying that things are going to suck.

Reverse: We Played Golf Up There

Neutral: Whither Aston?

I’m a little bummed that it looks like Aston is taking a step back from future tech and leaning more towards traditional racing. But the 1970s Lagonda is my favorite car from the company. What do you think Stroll should be doing with the little British automaker?

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The Barista Championship Qualifiers in Nashville in January was characterized by cool, collected baristas delivering academic routines and meaningful conversations (revisit all the action on Sprudge Live here and here). But in an afternoon of weighty work, a barista named Sarah Gill—owner of Mama Mocha’s in Auburn, Alabama—stepped up to the stage and delivered a perfomance full of life and self.

“Most people call me Mama Mocha,” she started, then delivered a performance so full of infectious laughter and Southern charm that the crowd erupted into delighted cheers every time she addressed them. When the lid to her ice cream popped off and unexpectedly hit a judge, she turned to make a joke out of it with the crowd, encouraging everyone (including the judge) to laugh about it with her. If you missed her performance, you really owe it to yourself to go back and watch—it’s available here. (Start at 6:44:19 for Gill.

Gill ended up officially disqualified from the competition due to time, but did so with such grace, humor, and charm that she walked away a deserving crowd favorite. There is no “People’s Choice” honorarium in the USBC circuit; perhaps there should be.

I caught up Sarah Gill by phone a week later to talk about all things Southern, being a mama and entrepreneur, and what competing in Nashville meant to her.

This interview has been condensed for clarity.

Introduce us to your work as Mama Mocha.

I’m a mama to one rambunctious son. Our family is the most important thing, and that means doing business the old fashioned way. He comes with me to work, and someday he’ll help out in the shop. I started Mama Mocha’s Coffee Emporium about 10 years ago. We were born in a tiny 11 ft x 16 ft room in the back of Newsroom, a used book store where all the baristas went to hang out in Auburn, Alabama. The store was doing a tiny espresso bar with pour-overs, no batch brewing at all. Everyone was like, “What is this?” It was very new for people then.

When I bought the bar and started Mama Mocha’s, I wanted to do it without the trendiness, which I think has been to my benefit. I was able to make my own flavor, my own style of how I roast and brew. We aren’t the million-dollar white box that is trendy other places. Where I am it’s a bunch of thrift store velvet couches with classic darker roasts in mismatched cups. Our location in Opelika has a covered front porch and a bodega where people walk up. It’s the South: We still love biscuits and Lynyrd Skynyrd, but we’re drinking specialty coffee.

Photo courtesy of Sarah Gill.

How did you get into coffee in Alabama? How did you get into roasting?

I was working at a Starbucks, and they wanted to make me a GM at 19. But I saw the hard lines on all of the managers faces around me, saw my future in that, and thought, “Hell no.” So I moved to Auburn and started working in independent coffee. In 2009, I went to the SCAA conference and realized, “Oh, I can open a roasting company.”

I learned roasting all my dang self. Auburn was very much an island. I didn’t have anywhere to go to learn coffee. I talked to people in Atlanta, I went to SCAA conferences, I read everything I could online, I got books. When I bought a tiny three kilo roaster, I didn’t know anything about anything. I roasted 14 hours a day over and over again until I liked what I was making. It was hard, but I didn’t have any choice but to make it work. It was bootstrapping times 10.

What is it like running an independent specialty shop in a small town?

Today, we have a full roastery in the Lebanon Art District of Opelika, Alabama. Opelika doesn’t allow corporations in; there’s only small businesses, families supporting families. So we bootstrapped again and opened in an old warehouse there, where the streets are rough and it’s just gritty enough to be cool. My husband (Taylor Gill, but everyone calls him Papa Mocha) did all the construction to make it work for us. Now there’s a bodega in the front, and a sensory lab in the back where we cup all our coffee. We use language that mimics the Sensory Lexicon. Our baristas are all career baristas, they’re the shining light of Mama Mocha’s.

We’re not in a giant metropolis. I’m happy in my small community, roasting for shops close enough to personally deliver to. We love supporting local, and supporting women-owned businesses. I am all about community over competition and supporting other cafes in my neighborhood. I feel sad that I have to say this, but we’re a safe space. I’m a cisgendered straight married white woman, but I’m progressive and an LGBTQ ally. I’m a Christian but Mama Mocha’s is not a Christian company. Christianity and coffee are real close in the South, but one of our only rules is no proselytization in the cafe. I want anyone to come in and not feel like there’s an agenda against them.

Photo courtesy of Sarah Gill.

How did competing in Nashville feel to you?

The other people in this competition are totally unlike me, a different breed of barista. They are like mixologists and I’m not doing that. When I was training, it was on a $1,000 espresso machine and a KitchenAid burr grinder. When I got there, I thought I was going to be nervous, but it was really easy to hold my head up high because I’ve already built my legacy. I’m not trying to prove myself. Even though it was the most glorious display of crash and burn I’ve ever done [Gill went more than a minute over time and didn’t finish her signature beverage] it felt awesome to tell my story and let go of the point system.

As soon as I let go, I could feel the audience’s sense of relief. It was an energy shift that erupted into laughter and cheers. They knew I didn’t give a shit, that I wasn’t restricted by the same scripts and cadence that’s been done in the past. I wasn’t trying to make a mockery of the point system and everything US Coffee Champs has built—but there’s more to being a barista than just those parameters. The process was so good for me. Developing the routine got me back to my roots, it developed a fire behind me that I haven’t had for a while. I left Nashville with such a great feeling of accomplishment.

Talk us through the signature beverage you made.

I was originally going to do a play on the beverage-that-shall-not-be-named, a dark brown sugar quad latte over tapioca pearls, but was told I couldn’t because it had to be drinkable. I watched videos of people smoking stuff and adding two grams of God-knows-what and thought, “This is so extra.” I wanted to honor what Mama Mocha’s coffee style and come up with a compromise between what I know and love as Southern coffee culture and what I saw in the videos, so I came up with something similar to a classic espresso affogato.

But I can’t make ice cream! My ice cream would be awful. I love Häagen-Dazs, so I used their vanilla. I muddled it because when you just pour espresso over ice cream it doesn’t drink well. So it was essentially a hand-muddled espresso milkshake. Monin makes this dope line of concentrated flavors, so I added their basil concentrate, as well as a wreath of rosemary around the bottom of the glass for extra olfactory herbal play. I smoked the glasses using a pecan log. On stage in Nashville I was behind, so I cut this out, but the drink was supposed to include smoking satsuma peels with the log, then I was going to rim the glass with the peel and use dragonfruit as an accoutrement to mimic the juiciness of the espresso. I call it The Bougie Bouquet, and it’s delicious.

Sara Frinak cheering on Gill.

Is there anyone you’d like to thank?

Sara Frinak, who manages Brewers Cup, was one of the starting baristas at Newsroom. She grew up in Auburn, she was a roaster and manager for me for a long time, and now she works for Ally, one of my importers. She was the one who came to me and said, “Mama, you need to be a competitor.” She encouraged me to go to preliminaries, and then she came and helped me piece together a routine and play mad scientist.

And of course I have to thank my sweet husband Papa Gill, my entire staff who are the heart beat of Mama Mocha’s, my mom and dad who always have my back, and God.

Valorie Clark (@TheValorieClark) is a freelance journalist based in Los Angeles. Read more Valorie Clark on Sprudge.

All photos by Charlie Burt for the Sprudge Media Network unless otherwise noted.

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Sarah Gill Of Mama Mocha’s: The Sprudge Interview

The Barista Championship Qualifiers in Nashville in January was characterized by cool, collected baristas delivering academic routines and meaningful conversations (revisit all the action on Sprudge Live here and here). But in an afternoon of weighty work, a barista named Sarah Gill—owner of Mama Mocha’s in Auburn, Alabama—stepped up to the stage and delivered a perfomance full of life and self.

“Most people call me Mama Mocha,” she started, then delivered a performance so full of infectious laughter and Southern charm that the crowd erupted into delighted cheers every time she addressed them. When the lid to her ice cream popped off and unexpectedly hit a judge, she turned to make a joke out of it with the crowd, encouraging everyone (including the judge) to laugh about it with her. If you missed her performance, you really owe it to yourself to go back and watch—it’s available here. (Start at 6:44:19 for Gill.

Gill ended up officially disqualified from the competition due to time, but did so with such grace, humor, and charm that she walked away a deserving crowd favorite. There is no “People’s Choice” honorarium in the USBC circuit; perhaps there should be.

I caught up Sarah Gill by phone a week later to talk about all things Southern, being a mama and entrepreneur, and what competing in Nashville meant to her.

This interview has been condensed for clarity.

Introduce us to your work as Mama Mocha.

I’m a mama to one rambunctious son. Our family is the most important thing, and that means doing business the old fashioned way. He comes with me to work, and someday he’ll help out in the shop. I started Mama Mocha’s Coffee Emporium about 10 years ago. We were born in a tiny 11 ft x 16 ft room in the back of Newsroom, a used book store where all the baristas went to hang out in Auburn, Alabama. The store was doing a tiny espresso bar with pour-overs, no batch brewing at all. Everyone was like, “What is this?” It was very new for people then.

When I bought the bar and started Mama Mocha’s, I wanted to do it without the trendiness, which I think has been to my benefit. I was able to make my own flavor, my own style of how I roast and brew. We aren’t the million-dollar white box that is trendy other places. Where I am it’s a bunch of thrift store velvet couches with classic darker roasts in mismatched cups. Our location in Opelika has a covered front porch and a bodega where people walk up. It’s the South: We still love biscuits and Lynyrd Skynyrd, but we’re drinking specialty coffee.

Photo courtesy of Sarah Gill.

How did you get into coffee in Alabama? How did you get into roasting?

I was working at a Starbucks, and they wanted to make me a GM at 19. But I saw the hard lines on all of the managers faces around me, saw my future in that, and thought, “Hell no.” So I moved to Auburn and started working in independent coffee. In 2009, I went to the SCAA conference and realized, “Oh, I can open a roasting company.”

I learned roasting all my dang self. Auburn was very much an island. I didn’t have anywhere to go to learn coffee. I talked to people in Atlanta, I went to SCAA conferences, I read everything I could online, I got books. When I bought a tiny three kilo roaster, I didn’t know anything about anything. I roasted 14 hours a day over and over again until I liked what I was making. It was hard, but I didn’t have any choice but to make it work. It was bootstrapping times 10.

What is it like running an independent specialty shop in a small town?

Today, we have a full roastery in the Lebanon Art District of Opelika, Alabama. Opelika doesn’t allow corporations in; there’s only small businesses, families supporting families. So we bootstrapped again and opened in an old warehouse there, where the streets are rough and it’s just gritty enough to be cool. My husband (Taylor Gill, but everyone calls him Papa Mocha) did all the construction to make it work for us. Now there’s a bodega in the front, and a sensory lab in the back where we cup all our coffee. We use language that mimics the Sensory Lexicon. Our baristas are all career baristas, they’re the shining light of Mama Mocha’s.

We’re not in a giant metropolis. I’m happy in my small community, roasting for shops close enough to personally deliver to. We love supporting local, and supporting women-owned businesses. I am all about community over competition and supporting other cafes in my neighborhood. I feel sad that I have to say this, but we’re a safe space. I’m a cisgendered straight married white woman, but I’m progressive and an LGBTQ ally. I’m a Christian but Mama Mocha’s is not a Christian company. Christianity and coffee are real close in the South, but one of our only rules is no proselytization in the cafe. I want anyone to come in and not feel like there’s an agenda against them.

Photo courtesy of Sarah Gill.

How did competing in Nashville feel to you?

The other people in this competition are totally unlike me, a different breed of barista. They are like mixologists and I’m not doing that. When I was training, it was on a $1,000 espresso machine and a KitchenAid burr grinder. When I got there, I thought I was going to be nervous, but it was really easy to hold my head up high because I’ve already built my legacy. I’m not trying to prove myself. Even though it was the most glorious display of crash and burn I’ve ever done [Gill went more than a minute over time and didn’t finish her signature beverage] it felt awesome to tell my story and let go of the point system.

As soon as I let go, I could feel the audience’s sense of relief. It was an energy shift that erupted into laughter and cheers. They knew I didn’t give a shit, that I wasn’t restricted by the same scripts and cadence that’s been done in the past. I wasn’t trying to make a mockery of the point system and everything US Coffee Champs has built—but there’s more to being a barista than just those parameters. The process was so good for me. Developing the routine got me back to my roots, it developed a fire behind me that I haven’t had for a while. I left Nashville with such a great feeling of accomplishment.

Talk us through the signature beverage you made.

I was originally going to do a play on the beverage-that-shall-not-be-named, a dark brown sugar quad latte over tapioca pearls, but was told I couldn’t because it had to be drinkable. I watched videos of people smoking stuff and adding two grams of God-knows-what and thought, “This is so extra.” I wanted to honor what Mama Mocha’s coffee style and come up with a compromise between what I know and love as Southern coffee culture and what I saw in the videos, so I came up with something similar to a classic espresso affogato.

But I can’t make ice cream! My ice cream would be awful. I love Häagen-Dazs, so I used their vanilla. I muddled it because when you just pour espresso over ice cream it doesn’t drink well. So it was essentially a hand-muddled espresso milkshake. Monin makes this dope line of concentrated flavors, so I added their basil concentrate, as well as a wreath of rosemary around the bottom of the glass for extra olfactory herbal play. I smoked the glasses using a pecan log. On stage in Nashville I was behind, so I cut this out, but the drink was supposed to include smoking satsuma peels with the log, then I was going to rim the glass with the peel and use dragonfruit as an accoutrement to mimic the juiciness of the espresso. I call it The Bougie Bouquet, and it’s delicious.

Sara Frinak cheering on Gill.

Is there anyone you’d like to thank?

Sara Frinak, who manages Brewers Cup, was one of the starting baristas at Newsroom. She grew up in Auburn, she was a roaster and manager for me for a long time, and now she works for Ally, one of my importers. She was the one who came to me and said, “Mama, you need to be a competitor.” She encouraged me to go to preliminaries, and then she came and helped me piece together a routine and play mad scientist.

And of course I have to thank my sweet husband Papa Gill, my entire staff who are the heart beat of Mama Mocha’s, my mom and dad who always have my back, and God.

Valorie Clark (@TheValorieClark) is a freelance journalist based in Los Angeles. Read more Valorie Clark on Sprudge.

All photos by Charlie Burt for the Sprudge Media Network unless otherwise noted.

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