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jeonqqin · 4 years ago

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man up. [m] | pt. 3

h. jisung x reader | netflix rom-com au

— ❝Even with classes, annoying brothers, and an unrequited crush, you still figured your first year of college was going pretty well. Until you managed to get your first boyfriend, and suddenly your brother and his stupidly attractive best friend were attached to your hip for the whole damn ride.

or alternatively;

Why did Jisung care about you so much, and had his eyes always been that pretty?❞

WORD COUNT: 4k

CONTAINS: brothers best friend au, teen rom-com au, sorta crack fic, love triangle au, college au

WARNINGS: slight angst?, gross/cringy couple, language

A/N: Hyunae is a normal person guys 🤭

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CHAPTERS: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 +

blog masterlist | ⟲ fic song

—UNEDITED

“Don’t even think about it.”

Jisung froze in place, his eyes wide. He hadn’t even said a word and you were already angry with him? He didn’t even know how you could tell it was him—your back was turned and you were staring intently down at your laptop. And he certainly hadn’t expected you to snap at him when he finally found you tucked away in the library.

“Huh?”

“If you plan on bothering me while I’m studying, I will not hesitate to throw my laptop at your head.” You threatened, not once taking your eyes off your notes.

“I didn’t even say anything!” Jisung defended, suddenly ready to block any flying objects from hitting his head. “I just got here!”

You turned your head to send a quick glare to him, just to make sure he knew you weren’t happy with him, before resuming your typing.

To say you weren’t happy with how your little dinner went the other day, would’ve been an understatement. You were currently giving the silent treatment to three of the five people who were at the table and even though you really had no reason to be mad at Jisung, he pushed your buttons so you wanted him away. Unfortunately, it seemed that you had grown a parasite.

“Come on, Y/n. Seriously?” Jisung asked.

Your head shook, eyes rolling in dismissal.

“Yes. I’m—” you sighed, hand lifting to rub over your eyes. You were tired and your eyes hurt. What were you studying again? “I’m serious, you asshole. I need to get this shit done and over with.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Yes.”

Even without looking at him you could tell he was pouting, his lip pulled up and brows furrowed.

“I didn’t do anything this time!” Jisung defended, rounding the table to look you in the eye. “Why’re you mad at me?”

He sounded so much like a scolded child, it took everything in your being not to just grab your stuff and leave. Though, as tempting as the thought was, he’d probably just follow you and you’d be right back at the start.

“You’re annoying.” You answered simply.

He stood there for a moment, watching you with too much intensity for your liking. You could almost see the gears turning in his head, his eyebrows slowly forming into a frown as the seconds tick by. It was unnerving to say the least.

But finally, Jisung sighed, reaching over to shut your laptop.

You gawked at his blatant disregard of your words.

“I—” You stammered, reaching out to grab his wrist in whatever attempt you were making to stop his disruptive behavior. “You can’t—!”

“When was the last time you ate?” He asked, freezing you in your spot.

When… did you eat last?

He waited for your protests and whines but none came, there was just a big puff of the last bit of your resilience. Jisung rolled his eyes fondly, his way of silently saying, “yeah, exactly”. So he continued onward, pulling your chair out and sliding your laptop into your bag.

“Let’s go.” He droned, grabbing your hand and tugging you out of your chair.

You released a small groan in defiance but it was short-lived as Jisung maneuvered your head to rest on his shoulder, one of his arms wrapping securely around your waist to keep you from going limp.

It hasn’t been the first time he had to drag you away from the library, and it definitely wasn’t going to be the last. You were too stubborn for your own good.

You sighed, finally just slipping into the warmth of Jisung’s shoulder. “You don’t have to baby me, you know.”

You felt Jisung’s body shake in a silent chuckle.

“I know. But I want to.”

You had always felt strange whenever Jisung took care of you. It wasn’t like Minho, who was your actual brother. Your relationship with Jisung was something that felt both artificial and natural all at the same time. He felt obligated to help you just as Minho did, but that only made things between the two of you feel fake. Though you knew he sincerely cared about your wellbeing.

If only he would stop trying to fit into that mould that Minho built around himself. Maybe then Jisung and you could be really good friends. But that would never happen while he was trying to compensate and prove whatever it was that he was trying to prove to whoever he was trying to prove it to.

Maybe after that he could be more than your brother's best friend.

“Lix is going to punch me if I miss our lunch again.” You huffed into the fabric of his... sweater?

When did he start wearing those?

Jisung patted your arm, “Well, he won’t be punching you today. You need to eat.”

Your eyebrow raised as you shifted enough to look at him.

“And you’re going to carry me the whole way?”

“Of course.” He nodded without a second thought, a proud smile on his face. “Where are we going?”

Jisung could be really cute sometimes, and you couldn’t help but smile at that realization. He thrived off of making other people feel good, and when he succeeded, he got giddy.

You struggled to pull your phone from your back pocket, scrolling through all the messages you and Felix sent that morning. You hummed, “Felix said we were going to Haven.”

Exiting the library, Jisung groaned, “Again? We just went yesterday.”

You shrugged against him. “He has a soft spot for Jeongin.”

Finally reaching the chilly air waiting outside of the university building, you cursed under your breath. No matter how many layers you threw on, the autumn wind was always there to seep through them, nipping at your sensitive skin. The leaves were finally changing, which was beautiful, but you couldn’t really appreciate their beauty when the wind and rain whipped them off their branches.

It was a little like college; no matter how pretty or vibrant you were, the whirlwind of work and studying always threw you around enough to knock you off that pedestal. Until you were bare and ready for summer to come again so you could recharge.

The cycle was a bitch.

Jisung sighed with you, his eyes gazing out at the pretty leaves as well. Gradually he adjusted you enough so he was able to slip his arm from your waist and then sliding it over your shoulders. The extra padding if his sweater was nice against your cheek, bringing just a little bit of warmth.

He peaked at you in the corner of his eye, looking forward again to avoid being caught in the action.

“Do you want to take the bus? It’ll take a little longer, but at least we won’t blow away.” He suggested with a small snicker as his bangs whipped around his eyes.

You considered it, hands finding warmth in the fabric of his grey pullover.

“Sure, but it’ll probably be packed since everyone is getting out of class.”

He looked to be weighing the options in his head, but suddenly he was at a standstill, his once-limp arm going completely stiff around you.

“Ji?” A delicate voice rang, followed by a small laugh. “I called you twice, baby. Where were you?”

Ew, you frowned, what a movie moment.

Hyunae stopped in front of you, her tawny locks swinging in a pretty braid at her ribs and her thick sweatshirt hanging loosely down around her thighs. You knew it was Jisung’s—you had seen him wearing it before. Hell, you’d seen Minho wearing it.

She wasn’t in anything extravagant or flashy, but with her honest eyes and round cheeks, she didn’t have to be to stand out from everyone else in the world.

The moment her eyes made a sweep of Jisung’s frozen position, they flickered to you, her face slowly settling into something akin to a frown. It was a look that could make anyone feel sad, her face looked unnatural when sullen.

With a nudge from you, Jisung jumped to his girlfriend’s side, leaving you exposed to the chilling wind.

Boys were stupid, weren’t they?

“Sorry, angel—”

Oh, gag.

“—Y/n stuffed herself in the library. Someone had to pull her out for some air.”

He smiled down at her, unconsciously maneuvering his body in the way of the violent wind, shielding her small frame.

She nodded slowly, again looking over towards you.

“Okay. But Ji,” she paused, grabbing his hand to gain his attention. “You know how I feel about you being affectionate towards other people, right…?”

Jealous, insecure, though not completely irrational—

Jisung bent closer to her, lips curled apologetically. “I know, baby. I’m sorry, but it’s like second nature with Y/n! She’s like a baby sister, you know that.”

Hyunae sighed. She was ready to spout out more choice words, but with a small smile, Jisung began to pepper her face with quick kisses, bringing a melodic giggle to her lips.

They seriously couldn’t have forgotten about you. You were standing three feet away from them.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, finding the flying leaves much more interesting than the display in front of you. The giggling stopped and things suddenly felt much more uncomfortable.

“I’m going to head over to Haven, okay?” You asked, ready to speed-walk as far away from their little reunion as you possibly could.

Hyunae places a chaste kiss to Jisung’s mouth before grabbing his hand and hooking it around her waist. She patted his stomach, fluttering her long lashes up at him, “I could go for something to eat. Can I tag along?”

Your nose scrunched up in distaste.

She had to be laying it on thick on purpose. You had seen the two of them together before and sure, they were a lovey-dovey couple, but did she have to look up at Jisung like he had hung the stars in the sky?

Jisung wasn’t any better, his cheeks a nice rosy color, and his hands touching all the little curves of her waist.

Every moment you were within range of Hyunae, you were ignored. She wasn’t outwardly an attention seeker, but just her being there called everyone’s eyes. Not that you wanted to be the center of attention necessarily, it only bothered you when you spoke out and were completely brushed off. Your words going in one ear and out the other with both Hyunae and Jisung, it was frustrating.

They were always in their own little world, and you couldn’t have been the only one who didn’t want to be there to witness it.

“Yeah,” Jisung nodded obediently. “Of course you can, sunshine.”

Well, if you hadn’t been hungry before, you definitely weren’t now.

You deadpanned, spinning on your heel, “Great. I’ll be on the bus then.”

“We’re definitely going on the bus though. Your pants look too thin to be walking around in this weather.”

Hyunae giggled at her boyfriend’s words.

Maybe you could lose them and take the next bus back to your dorm.

You weren’t being petty—no one liked being ignored. That was a fact. Stepping up to the campus bus stop, the last of the crowd was piling into the bright blue vehicle, and you released a relieved sigh. The last thing you wanted to do was sit and wait for ten minutes while Jisung and Hyunae cooed and pinched each other’s cheeks.

Your relief proved to be in vain, however, as you slid into the last remaining seat, only to be followed by the couple. They stood directly in front of you, their shadow casting down and becoming the only thing you could see.

Never had you thought that you would be able to feel your stomach flipping upside-down inside of you as Hyunae pulled Jisung down into a kiss in front of everyone in the crowded bus. Would you really be committing a crime if you threw them out the window? Could it be considered a public service?

“Baby, stop! There are people here…”

Seriously, what kind of sadistic soap opera were you living in?

You had thrown yourself out of your seat the moment the bus crawled to a stop. It was a good thing the diner was the first stop or else you probably would’ve walked the rest of the way and risked being caught in the wind. Even then it would’ve been better than sitting and pretending not to see the cuddling happening a foot away.

You were going to order a cup of coffee and leave with a stomachache—that was your plan.

Maybe Minho would be home and you would be able to slide into his bed and beg for him to cuddle you. Not that there was a particular reason why you were suddenly feeling needy and void of attention, Minho was just kind of squishy and made a good pillow on occasions where you had to force yourself to sleep before you attempted to squeeze more studying in.

“It took you long enough to get here.” Felix called as you slid into the seat beside him, waving off the confused look he sent you. You simply motioned towards the smiling couple and watched as your best friend’s eyes widened in understanding. “Oh, yeah. Okay.”

You deadpanned, “Quick, kill me before they get here. We can both get out of this.”

“No way, you get the easy way out. I’m here stuck with murder.”

You patted his shoulder sympathetically, the sides of your mouth finally twitching at the corners.

“Trust me, jail for life is better than five minutes around these two.”

“You’re being dramatic. Let the young couple be gross.” Felix said as he nudged at your arm.

“Screw you and your dumb romantic heart. To normal people this is bordering on public indecency.”

Felix’s lip curled at the side as the two sat down on the other side of the table, Hyunae grabbed one menu for the both of them and opened it to discuss amongst themselves and they had to be covering every single disgusting couple trope out there. No matter how many times you witnessed it, it would always surprise you as to just how much you wanted to throw up.

But it was when Felix mouthed the word “jealous” did you determine that your day was just going to be shitty and you couldn’t do anything about it anymore.

“Did you order yet, Lix?” Jisung chimed, his voice almost sounding brighter than it had before. Did Hyunae really affect him that much?

“No. I was waiting for Y/n to get here.” He shrugged, holding up his own menu.

Hyunae looked up, her eyes shining with worry.

Gross.

“I hope we didn’t intrude or anything.”

Who even said “intrude” anymore?

Felix shook his head. “You’re fine. Y/n is usually a bummer to eat with anyway.”

Hyunae glanced your way before chuckling, shaking her head as she refocused back on Jisung who was desperately trying to show her something on the laminated sheet in front of them. He was actually a child.

Who got excited about menus? He ordered the same thing every time he ate at Haven, what was there to be excited about?

“What can I get you guys?”

Jeongin’s smile just barely lifted your mood, and you were grateful.

Felix set his menu down, “I’ll just have a Coke, and I wanted to know if I could order off the dinner list?”

And with that question, your mood was immediately diminished. You frowned, sending Felix a look similar to disgust.

What kind of day were you having?

“Can even be considered dinner? It’s four o’clock, who eats dinner at four in the afternoon?”

“It’s called the early bird special, you disrespectful baby. Old people do this shit all the time.” Felix pointed, sliding his menu across the table to Jeongin.

“Sorry that I don’t know the routine of old people, Felix.”

Jisung frowned, his eyes trying to catch yours to assess what was wrong, but you were too busy ripping up what was left of Felix’s napkin. Though, Hyunae noticed where Jisung’s gaze was lingering, and slid her fingers through his.

“Are you okay, Y/n?” Hyunae asked, voice lit with the intention of lightening the mood. “You seem a little grumpy today.”

But you saw nothing humorous in her comment. You bit your tongue, hard enough to taste the faintest of copper.

“A coffee.”

“Just—?”

“Just a coffee, Jeongin.”

The table went tense at the way your voice rose, Jeongin moving quickly to jot down your simple request, no longer looking up from his notepad. You would’ve felt bad had you not been so frustrated with the turn out of the day.

Hyunae then cleared her throat, her brows raised in the smallest action of judgement. It was similar to the many looks she had shot at Hyunjin during one of their many heated arguments, and that was what you hated about Hyunae. Not only did she get on every one of your nerves by being the world’s best girlfriend, but she had the incredible ability to make you feel like you had done so much wrong just within the few seconds of her flashing that look.

“Okay, then. Me and Jisung will have—”

And her “Me and Jisung,” that was what made your stomach churn the most.

“Sorry, Jeongin.” You said, startling everyone, including the boy you addressed as you stood from the booth. “I’m not feeling very well. I have to go.”

“O-Okay. Feel better, Y/n.” Jeongin said, moving out of your way.

“Woah woah woah,” suddenly, Jisung was standing too, grabbing your arm before you could rush out the door. “Where are you going? You need to eat.”

For whatever reason, his words only infuriated you more, feeling your ears heat and muscles tense under his grip. Was that what it took to get his attention? You had to throw a fit before he gave you the time of day?

You ripped your arm from his hold, not even giving the table a second glance before spinning on your heel.

“Fuck off, Jisung.”

As you stormed off, throwing open the door and leaving with a huff, Jisung watched your retreating form with wide eyes. It was as if you had slapped him, mouth gaping and brows furrowed in confusion.

Felix sighed, suddenly feeling bad for pushing your buttons in that ordeal. “She’s tired.” He concluded, slouching in his seat.

“I’ll say…” Hyunae quipped.

And for whatever reason that was, Jisung really wanted to snap at her, to defend you and tell her to quit being a bitch. But his voice was lost as he looked down at her, only able to muster up a silent scoff as he sat back down. He didn’t even push away her hand when it reached for his.

What perfect timing to realize that he was afraid of his own girlfriend.

He was such an asshole.

Both your and Jisung’s thoughts were very similar at that moment.

And how you could go from leaning your head against Jisung’s warm shoulder to wanting to rip his head off was unbeknownst to you.

You had to leave in that moment, if you hadn’t you didn’t know what you would’ve said… or screamed. You were just so frustrated and so tired, convincing yourself that no, you did not want to cry in front of everyone who was enjoying their early bird special.

There was school, all your homework creating a permanent dent in your life filled with papers and essays and tests, and there was Minho there to nag at you and chase away any boy that gave you the time of day. They had always been in your life. But now there was Jisung and Chan, new emotions and problems to throw into the mix. With everything going on, it was difficult to keep up, and you actually missed the moments when it was just Minho there to tuck you under his arm and lecture you about boys.

In your thoughts, you never even noticed how you completely walked past the bus stop and had come up to a quiet playground on the edge of campus. How you had managed to walk that far, you didn’t know. Perhaps it was all the pent up stress that just had you zoning out and walking, or your body was subconsciously trying to get you kidnapped so you didn’t have to deal with your problems anymore.

You were feeling a bit better, so either way, it worked.

Finally, you found your legs carrying you to one of the swings, the black seat reminiscent of your childhood where you would always burn the backs of your legs in your hurry to get there before everyone else. That black rubber always got so damn hot.

With a small smile, you sat down, almost disappointed to feel the coolness against your jeans.

Your legs of course bent awkwardly under you, you weren’t a kid anymore unfortunately, and it was pretty strange to push off on something that you had forgotten entirely about but had thought so highly of before. Despite it being strange, it felt nice, and you were thankful that the wind was dying down as it was getting later in the day, the sun making its way towards the ground in front of you.

Rocking yourself in the swing you reached back for your phone. You wanted to apologize to Felix for storming off and probably worrying him, he was sort of your mother in that way. But you weren’t really ready to squeeze back into reality like that, so you called someone else.

“Y/n? What’s up?”

You felt your lips quirk up.

“Nothing much. What about you?”

The man on the other line hummed, the faint sound of typing just barely made out. “This song isn’t fitting together and I kind of want to scream, so I’m doing pretty good.”

“I think I’m doing pretty good then too.”

You rested your head against the chain of the swing.

“Did something happen?”

You made a sound that could be read similarly to “yes, but I think I’ll sound stupid if I tell you”, but it successfully pulled a laugh from him, so it was worth it.

“I don’t think you want to listen to my woes.”

“I always want to listen to your woes.”

His tone was joking, but his words were genuine, you could tell.

And finally, you were smiling, as difficult as it had been all day, you were able to while talking to him. There was no Jisung, no Hyunae, no judgment. You could talk to him without worrying, and you knew that for sure.

“And I want to throw up because of how cheesy that was.” You retorted, using the same joking tone he had spoken in.

There was the sound of shifting, and ruffles of fabric—as if he had just stood from his desk and fell back onto his bed.

“Don’t make fun of me, I’m already feeling bad about my song. Now tell me about your day so I can feel better about mine.”

You snorted, pushing yourself off on the swing once more.

“Okay, Chan. Whatever you say.”

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chuckaf · 4 years ago

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Chuck Fic Rec List: Updated

So my fic rec post was in my notifs again the other day, and I noticed a while back that the formatting on the post has gotten all messed up and it’s also had like three reblog additions to it anyway meaning there are three versions out there lol. so, I wanted to do another list of chuck fic recs! I’ll keep the other one up still, so I’m not gonna repeat every fic here, just some I really recommend. I’m also adding the fic summaries, which I didn’t on the old post, and some more of my own opinions so, buckle up for a long post!

Chuck Versus the Steampunk Chronicles | Steampunk.Chuckster

1896. A world powered by steam, where humans and machines coexist, and airships are the fashionable mode of transport. The US Empire's deepest and darkest secrets arrive at Chuck Bartowski's doorstep. Have they fallen into the wrong hands? Or will the inventor prove his mettle, even while he's forced to hide from the very people he's protecting? AU, ongoing chronicle, Charah.

A genuinely incredible AU story, with an entire crafted world and universe, so detailed it frequently blows my mind. There is heart and family and infuriatingly brilliant slow-burn, plus a buttload of danger and super fun historical/steampunk action. Oh how I LOVE it.

Chuck vs the Charade | somedeepmystery

When computer nerd Chuck Bartowski returns home to an empty apartment and a dead girlfriend he finds himself embroiled in a deadly game of espionage and deceit. Everyone around him is playing a part to get what they want and when he starts falling for the new woman in his life, he can't help but wonder if he can trust her or if she's the one he should fear the most.

An action and twist-filled AU based on the movie Charade, which is just such a brilliant fic concept I absolutely adored it from the start.

Two Sides of the Same Coin | dettiot

When you're a spy, there's all kinds of occupational hazards when you work with another spy. For Sarah Walker, though, one mission becomes a life-changing experience. Because working with Charles Carmichael leads to protecting Chuck Bartowski.

The first time I read this fic my mind was just blown to its genius. Such a brilliant interpretation of what the Intersect and its concepts set up in the show could be, and ooooof the Chuck/Sarah interactions, my HEART. Related to it, its companion piece:

A Flip of the Coin | dettiot

What made Charles Carmichael agree to become Chuck Bartowski? Well, to start, it wasn't as much of a change as you'd think. A companion to the early chapters of Two Sides of the Same Coin from Carmichael's perspective.

Chuck vs The Butterfly Effect | n7agentbartowski

Chuck Bartowski is a normal guy who just hit rock bottom. No girlfriend, no career and no super computer stuck inside his head. It isn't until Chuck meets a gorgeous stranger on the beach that he begins to think his life is about to change for the better. An AU Chuck fic without the Intersect. "Change one thing and it changes everything."

I said it on the OG post, but this story has one of my top 5 Chuck/Sarah fic meetings. So funny, so... very Chuck. The story is a little angsty overall, but a great read.

Chuck vs the Rogue Spy | Crumby

When a rogue spy from Chuck Bartowski's past shows up to help him during his first solo mission, Chuck hopes that he'll finally find out what happened to Sarah Walker. Post-S2 AU.

There’s a lot of Season 3 fix-it fics out there, which I don’t usually read bc I actually love season 3 lol, but this one’s a good one! A twisty deviation from canon, but still feels really true to character.

Chuck Versus the Nerds Rewrite | Steampunk.Chuckster and David Carner

What happens when two nerds talk endless hours about their favorite TV show? A new take on the show you know, but with the flair, twists, and turns you've come to expect from Steampunk . Chuckster and david . carner. Somewhat canon. Charah.

As the summary says, a different take on the show, which honestly makes a couple changes I would too, but also adds a bunch of fun twists and plots that make it totally new and fresh. Seeing Chuck and Sarah’s thoughts in the more canon sections is just delicious, too.

The Trapped Assassin | SarahsSupplyCloset

After a mission goes awry, the CIA's most lethal assassin is ordered to take vacation while her superiors figure out what to do with her. But when she meets a disarming tourist, their immediate connection only adds to her disillusionment with the agency and her career. Will he be enough for her to finally take the plunge and leave the only life she's ever known? Charah AU

A warning for the very justified M rating if you don’t like that sort of thing, but this is definitely a plot-heavy fic, too. A really neat Sarah-heavy AU, with a whole lotta Chuck/Sarah fancy French vacationy goodness.

Chuck vs the Second Chance | malamoo

AU from mid-season 2 and onwards. Chuck and Sarah part ways only to be reunited years later. COMPLETE.

Literal, crying-at-my-screen angst. Not even a super happy ending. But a brilliantly written, part-reflective/flashback fic, exploring what would’ve happened if Chuck and Sarah’s relationship really was an assignment all along-- and the aftermath. It’s heartbreaking. But if you want a little heartbreak, this is your fic.

Ready at Your Hand | dettiot

In the reign of Queen Elizabeth I, a Catholic plot against the queen comes to the attention of spymaster Sir Francis Walsingham. To protect Elizabeth, he develops an unusual plan: hide the passing of intelligence between two agents by a false romance. When Lady Sarah Walker and Chuck Carmichael meet, though, their pretend flirtation becomes much more.

I love Chuck fic for the very reason that it’s inspired such adventurous and totally unique AUs. Here’s some Elizabethan fake-dating Chuck and Sarah! They have to be so Proper, it’s like that hand moment from Pride and Prejudice but Elizabethan and times a billion. The pining!!

Sarah Versus Getting Married | Steampunk.Chuckster

Sarah Walker is getting married. Canon. Charah.

I’d recommend all of SC’s fics if I had the room, and I’m already recommending a ton sksks but most of my fic recs are AUs, and this one isn’t! It’s canon, and covers some of in the gap in 4x24, with Sarah just before the wedding itself. Super sweet, heart-tugging, brilliant.

A Chuckmas Carol | Mikki13

A new twist to Dickens' beloved "A Christmas Carol". When Sarah begins to shut out the world around her, three spirits come to show her the error of her ways. Season 3 AU.

Another Season 3 AU, this one written pre-series so it definitely doesn’t fit to canon, but it’s still wonderfully rich in character depth and angst and it also made me cry. Plus, festive!

Chuck Versus Thin Ice | Steampunk.Chuckster

On the doorstep of the Olympics, top American curler Sarah Walker has lost her mixed doubles partner and her boyfriend in one fell swoop. Her coaches throw newbie Team U.S.A. curler Chuck Bartowski onto her team and thrust them into the Olympics, hanging America's curling hopes on two people who only have a short amount of time to learn to trust one another. Charah AU.

Do you like curling? Or the Winter Olympics? It doesn’t really matter because somehow this fic made me extremely invested in both of those things, as well as Chuck and Sarah and them being INSUFFERABLE. Catch me now knowing a ton about curling thanks to this fic.

Walker’s Eleven | Moonlight Pilot

Not the same plot as the movie. Sarah Walker never got out of the con game or became a spy, and now she's on her final con. What happens when true love and betrayal get added to the mix? Twists, turns, and Jeffster!

Con!Sarah always interests me, and this fic is full of her. Lotta con plot, lotta Chuck and Sarah.

The Detective and the Tech Guy | thecharleses

Sarah Walker is a Pinkerton detective. Chuck Bartowski is an electronics genius. They wouldn't have met except for a case of mistaken identity and murder. Will the detective and the tech guy solve the mystery, distracted by the riddle in their own hearts? An homage to The Thin Man film series. Formerly co-written by Steampunk . Chuckster and dettiot, now ONLY Steampunk . Chuckster.

Everyone in this fic is so damn cool. There are so many martinis. But also great heart and family and like, standing up for who you love, and later also Chuck with Baby Clara content which frankly the show robbed us of. Also, PI!Sarah!!!

Gravity | Poetic4U

AU. Sarah makes a decision that altered her life forever.

This is just a one-shot, which many of these stories are not, so a good one if you don’t fancy a big read! Just because it’s short, though, doesn’t mean it’s lacking; a really awesome what-if AU, and heavy on the Chuck and Sarah.

A Yuletie Tale | Steampunk.Chuckster

Sarah Walker was dumped the day before Christmas Eve, and her Plus One at her work’s annual Christmas Eve Soiree is now officially a Plus Zero. Her best friend Ellie Bartowski has a solution to her problem, and Sarah finds she isn’t quite as sure about it as Ellie is. AU Christmas Charah.

I’m particularly in love with this fic because, instead of beginning with a meet-cute, it involves Chuck and Sarah already two years into a friendship-- Sarah is Ellie’s best friend. And she’s been crushing harrrd on Ellie’s brother. Also Chuck is in a tux. It’s pretty.

Set, Spike, Dive! | Frea O’Scanlin

Chuck never expected to even make it to the Olympics. Everything is working against him: he's too tall for a diver, too inexperienced for a medal, too much of a wildcard to really make his mark. But an unexpected meeting at the airport, some intriguing new friends, and a whirlwind romance on the sand just might set up London 2012 as the time of Chuck Bartowski's life.

A London 2012 AU, because why not. This is just a fun Olympic-y ride!

OTP (One True Pairing) Prompts | David Carner

A series of Prompts I found online about different times and places in Chuck and Sarah's life. Mostly AU, mostly one-shots. I assume mostly fluff, but I might get deep. I doubt it, it's me. Charah...ALWAYS (It says complete, but if an idea strikes me...)

If you’re not so into long stories, this fic is perfect. Individual set-ups and stories, all Chuck and Sarah, and all super cute. You could dip in and out and just pick a scenario you enjoy.

Chuck vs The Frontier | ninjaVanish

AU: Chuck was enjoying a simple life as a 19th century watchmaker until an encounter with a beautiful Secret Service agent thrust him into a world of intrigue and adventure he never wanted. But then, with Agent Walker around, it can't be all bad, can it?

This fic gets props for being historically-set but still including the Intersect. Again, a historical AU, so the pining!! the need to be Proper!!! But besides all that, there’s a lot of action fun as well.

Chuck Versus The Crosswalk: Remastered | WvonB

Will a last minute mission help our two favorite characters finally get together? This is the remastered version of my first story.

The original version of this fic is on my first list; this is the updated version! It’s not a complete AU, instead a story that diverges from canon, so if you’re more into canon characters and setting than a new AU scenario, this is a great fic for that.

Little Girls, Paper Wreaths, and Choc Chip Cookies | DanaPAH

Very AU: Sarah Walker is a single mother whose Christmas spirit needs a boost after a tough divorce. She isn't quite ready to go looking for romance, but her little daughter's affection for their new neighbor may lure it right to her doorstep, anyway.

An incredibly sweet AU one-shot where Chuck and Sarah are new neighbours, and Sarah has a super cute little girl. So much sweetness and love and hope. I love this fic so much it literally led me to write my own neighbour-kid-AU, so, not to toot my own horn but I’ll link it here anyway.

May Your Walls Know Joy | halfachance

Looking for a fresh start after some tough times, Sarah and her three-year-old daughter move to LA. When they meet a sweet curly-haired nerd who lives next door, though, Sarah realizes they might just find more happiness than they'd ever imagined, if only her past doesn't catch up to her first. AU.

It’s what the summary says; if you wanna read, feel free!

Chuck vs the Sound of Music | quistie64

AU. Chuck, nerd extraordinaire, is a man with seven children and Sarah must protect them all from Fulcrum's evil designs. Warning: there will be singing.

I mean. Not much mystery as to the concept with that title and summary lol, but this is a super fun, soft ride with a lotta sweetness, and yes, singing.

Just Two People | David Carner

Meet Sarah Walker PhD, Psychologist, specializing in personality traits. Meet Chuck Bartowski, man who has left THE electronic company of 2020. When Burton Consultants tries to figure out what is wrong with the morale of Orion Industries, what happens when a guy named Chuck meets a woman named Sarah. I'll give you a hint, it's me writing.

David’s done something pretty special with this fic. It’s Chuck and Sarah centric, but very much an ensemble piece, too, with a lot of Team Bartowski and other familiar faces throughout.

Chuck Versus the Con Game | Steampunk.Chuckster

AU. Chuck and Sarah are partners in the con game. It's an existence wrought with danger and violence. Every day could be their last. Every mission could be the end of the line.

This is where I freak out SC and declare this fic the reason I ever got hooked on Chuck fic and then wrote Chuck fic, and the reason I still love it today but. that is true lol. Just so. so good. It’s also written with the chapters out of chronological order, which is super fun from a reading perspective. But con!Sarah AND con!Chuck?? Best. The kind of fic you will be thinking about for days (if not, y’know, years).

As you can tell by the repeats, I highly recommend just about anything by Steampunk.Chuckster, dettiot, or David Carner, but there are a TON of amazing Chuck fics and authors out there. I’ve never known a writing community so wildly creative-- there are so many unique AUs and canon explorations and story concepts that this show has manifested, and it’s all so much fun.

Most of the Chuck fic community is still over on FFN rather than AO3, so if any of these whet your appetite, feel free to have a browse there for more stories. I’m sure you’ll find something great. Personally, all the incredible writing there has also led me to write a buttload; I’m at halfachance on FFN, so if you see any of my stuff or wanna chat fic, feel free to message me there or here.

Happy reading, folks!

#chuck #fic rec #chuck fic #nbcchuck #praying if i edit this to add to it or i reblog it to add to it all the links stay and the line breaks don't disappear sksks #the old one still looks okay on desktop but it's messed up on the app and on mobile and it's just all generally messy #so i've been wanting to make this for aaages lol yay to finally doing something! woo!

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silluuuu · 4 years ago

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Said you’re seeing right through me // Could be pulling you to me

Happy Reverb 2020! I had a fabulous artist partner this year in the lovely @ochako999 and a lovely author partner as well in @l0chn3ss !! Much luv to my babe @makapedia for the beta eyes, and to the illustrious @reverbmod for organizing the event!

You can see chako’s art here: [1] [2] [3] and ness’s fic here! : The World That Only We Can See // Transparent World

Here is my contribution to Reverb 2020 below the cut! <3

Said you're seeing right through me // Could be pulling you to me

Summary: Change is hard, and time is slipping through her fingers like melted ice cream. Reverb 2020 <3 Pairing: SoulxMaka Rating: G Tags: High school/Youth AU, Coming of Age, Romance

Read the rest below or on AO3 <3

Zero exams down, six to go.

In the late spring heat, pencils scratch against paper in an otherwise silent classroom. The seconds seem to thud onward, measured by the even tick-tock of the clock on the wall, marking the moments that remain in the first of many final exams. A fan at the back of the class, whirring back and forth, ruffles papers and hair and nerves as it punctuates the pencil-scratching.

At the front of the room sits a blackboard, empty of assignments. It’s almost the end, it seems to say. There’s little left for you here.

In an otherwise nondescript class of students, there are a few standouts. In the front row sits a dirty-blonde whirlwind of a girl in a plaid skirt, equipped with pigtails, a well-stocked mechanical pencil, and raw determination. She scribbles as fast as she can, nose to the paper. The more she writes, the more confident her smile becomes.

To her right sits a less speedy scribbler, a black and white-striped cataclysm of a boy with an impeccably pressed uniform, hand stilling on his paper every time a question stumps him. Occasionally, the tapping of his foot joins in with the pencils and the fan as he plays the off-beat in the final exam symphony. In the back of the class when a piece of paper rips, he flinches just a little.

In the back corner near the door sits another boy, a beryl-blue hurricane, removing each of the corners from his test paper. He has already finished his exam, because he writes the first thing that comes to mind. He believes this makes him wise - a somewhat dubious prospect. If anything, it makes him impulsive. But if you can’t make the right decision on the fly, then what’s the point?, is what he would say.

Finally, in the other back corner sits one final boy, a red-and-white rhapsody, staring out the window with a song in his soul. His test lies forgotten for the moment as he taps out a soft rhythm on the desk, quiet enough for only his ears. His eyes drift around the classroom with affected boredom, though when his gaze lands on the girl in the front row, something stirs behind them.

At this moment, the girl in the front stands to take her test to the front, and she happens to glance his way. She sends him a questioning look, but quickly turns to the front again, breaking the contact.

As he looks back out the window, there’s a flush in his cheeks that has little to do with the heat.

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One exam down, five to go.

“Dude. I did so good! ”

They walk in a line, shoulders brushing, necks craned towards the sun. Newly escaped from the heat of the classroom, their shoulders are lighter, the white and blue of their uniforms mirroring the sky.

“Did you answer every question this time?” asks the rhapsody, adjusting the headband in his hair while he squints against the sun.

“Um, yes,” the hurricane says. “Last time I just didn’t because--”

“You got distracted by a fly ,” says the whirlwind.

“I was on a mission!” he insists, punching his fist in the air. “And I caught it!” He holds up his fingers in front of the cataclysm's face, clicking them together like chopsticks.

The other three shake their heads before they all stop in tandem, watching the road ahead wind away from the school.

“You going home?” the girl asks, to no one in particular.

“Nah.”

“Nope.”

“Me neither.”

“... You want some company?”

And so they lie in the grass, as they have many times before.

“Hey, Black*Star?”

The hurricane turns his head, blue hair against green grass. He’s a walking Google Earth. “Yeeees, Maka?”

“What are you doing this summer?”

He turns his head back to the sky. “Dunno yet. Might get a job.” He pauses. “Think your dad is looking for help?”

Her mouth thins into a line. “I don’t know. You can ask him.”

“Awww, c’mon, I don’t wanna talk to---

“And I do?” she says, turning onto her side, away from him. “Just get Sid to talk to him for you, then.”

“Sid’s been… busy,” he says. Maka’s expression softens a little in the silence that follows.

“What about you, Kid?” she says, glancing up.

The cataclysm sighs. “I’m sure Father will find something for me to do around the building.”

“Around the school?” Black*Star says. “Gross.”

“I’ve worked here every summer for years,” Kid says, nonplussed. Black*Star looks genuinely surprised and a little guilty.

“Whoops. Guess I blacked it out?” he offers.

“Yeah, probably,” says the final boy, holding a hand up to shield red eyes against the sun as he looks at the group. “That sounds like your worst nightmare.”

Maka pulls out her notebook and starts to doodle, looping letters filling up the page. Eyes trained downward, she asks, with a carefully controlled nonchalance: “How about you, Soul?”

He is no better, still hiding behind his hand, and his response comes out as one word: “Iunno.”

“...Well,” Maka says, plucking herself up to look at them all, now. “I want us to do loads this summer. Adventures and fun and new experiences ! So you’d all better be ready.”

“Yeah!” Black*Star says, reaching up to high-five her. “We’re gonna take this town by storm .”

“... Let’s get through exams first?” Kid says, raising his eyebrow at Black*Star as he visibly deflates.

They’ve spent many afternoons like this since they were small, laying outside and letting the grass and wind and sun soothe their worries. A group thrown together by chance, but stuck together by choice.

The words become indented as she traces them in her notebook, over and over again:

I hope things never change. <3

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Two exams down, four to go.

Maka enters the library early, her focus already shifted into science-study mode after the previous day’s final. Already set up, Kid waves her over, and the two of them sit in silence for a while, the flipping of pages occasionally breaking the silence.

Finally, when she glances over at Kid, her eyes land on the book he’s reading.

“You aren’t studying!” she says, surprised.

He has the decency to look a little guilty, but not too much. “I felt quite prepared for science, actually, so I’ve started on Socials.”

She pulls the book up to survey the cover. “A History of Reincarnation?”

He pushes the book back down with a little glare at her, though there’s no real annoyance behind it. “I think I’d like to write the essay about this topic, so I’m reading about it again.”

Maka closes her science book. “It’s an interesting topic, isn’t it? What do you think about it?”

He brings a hand to his chin, considering. “Well, the introduction of the concept into psychoanalysis seems to have been a turning point in its study, though I’d say its presence in Hinduism also--”

“No, I mean,” Maka says, because he’s getting on a tangent. He is very good at getting on tangents, and she is good at stopping them. “Do you think it could be real?”

Hand retreats from chin to tap on the table. “...Do I believe the soul is immortal, and simply takes on a different form at the end of each life?”

She nods, and his golden eyes survey her, seeming to analyze her expression. “I don’t think we know enough about souls to make a claim,” he says. “But I can’t disprove it, so I suppose it’s possible. ...What do you think?”

Neither of them are sure why there are tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. “I think… that would be amazing. I wonder…” she pauses. “If it’s real, I wonder if souls can find one another, in the next life. I wonder if they meet again and again, and it’s new and different every time.”

He considers this. “If that’s the case, do you think we’d know any better?”

Defensiveness brings her shoulders up to her ears. “I know I would.”

He simply nods, because he has the feeling that he knows what this is about, and he knows when to let things lie.

Or does he?

“I guess you couldn’t convince the others to come this morning?” Kid asks her after a moment, eyes fixed back on the page.

“Nope,” she confirms, sufficiently distracted. “Getting Black*Star to wake up at 7:00 on a review day?”

“I thought… Soul might’ve come, though,” Kid says lightly.

“No,” Maka says, shaking her head. “He cares about sleep too much.”

Kid looks up at her, finally. But there’s something else he cares about more, is what he wants to say.

Because Kid is an astute observer, and today he has made the following observation:

This was a conversation about souls, in every sense of the word.

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Three exams down, three to go.

“I don’t wanna go to class,” Black*Star says, hands extended behind his head as they walk down the hallway. “All we’re doing is review, anyway.”

“Review is important,” Maka says, rolling her eyes. “And you won’t do it on your own, so--”

“This is for Socials, though,” he replies, and suddenly, a little glint appears in his eye that nobody misses. “We should… review for Socials by being social .”

“That’s not what we’re being tested--”

“I dare you,” he says, and the other two boys slow their pace as they look between them, eyebrows raised, as Maka’s eyes narrow.

“You dare me to wh--”

“ Skip class, miss almost-valedictorian. You won’t do it.”

“You’re right,” she says with a little sniff. “I won’t.”

He stops, rounding on her, and pronounces the lines that he knows will work. “You scared?”

“Not scared.” Her voice is cool, but not as aloof as before.

“Scared.”

Her hands ball into fists. “Take it back, Black*Star.”

He grins, because he knows he has won. “Okay, fine. Catch me and I will!” And he bursts into action, barreling down the hallway, his laugh bouncing off the walls.

Maka’s quick on his heels, and the other two boys let out a sigh in tandem, hoisting their bags over their shoulders as they resign themselves to not reviewing for Socials.

Minutes later, they sit with their backs against painted wood, careful to avoid the splinters, the peeling paint. It’s important to hide, and so they shield themselves around the corner of the shop, away from any prying eyes that could be watching from the schoolyard.

“Wanna bite?” Black*Star says, extending his ice cream so that it almost bumps into her cheek. She glares at him but still gives it a lick, leaning back against the wall and closing her eyes.

The sun on their skin is a salve, weathering away the stress of exams with its warmth.

But there’s a slight tousle in Maka’s hair thanks to the wind, and it feels, strange and scary as it might sound, like change .

“S’almost time for next class,” Soul says, eyeing Maka out of the corner of his eye.

“... Let’s… just stay?” she says, closing her eyes again.

If Black*Star has opinions about her wanting to stay, he keeps them to himself, and in their own small way, they fight against the passing of time with a gentle afternoon in the sun.

Four exams down, two to go.

The music room is another oasis for them; quiet, calm, serene.

Unfortunately, it is an ambiance that is somewhat distorted when Black*Star is pestering Soul about playing the piano.

“Aww c’mon! Just one song?” Black*Star asks, laying on his back on top of the piano as he swings his legs.

“It doesn’t sound right when you lay on it like that,” Soul grumbles.

“All right.” Black*Star jumps down, calling his bluff. “All better. Go ahead, then.”

Soul hunches in on himself. It’s an attempt to look defensive, but he just looks defeated. “Don’t wanna.”

“Leave him alone, Black*Star,” Maka says as she lets the door swing shut behind her. “If he doesn’t want to--”

“Don’t you wanna hear a song?” he asks her, knocking on the piano top with his wrist so that it echoes.

“I mean.” Maka stops, glancing down at the books in her hand. “I love listening to his music, but--”

“ Love! ” Black*Star croons. “ Strong words.”

“He… knows that,” she says, a fierce flush lighting up her cheeks.

She glances up to see what Soul’s face looks like. It is impossible to discern if he does know that, as he has deflated further, head against the piano in embarrassment.

“I’ll… play somethin’,” he says, voice strained against the keys.

Black*Star and Kid exchange a glance.

They

are

hopeless , is what they’d like to say.

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Five exams down, one to go.

The late afternoon sun slips past the trees, casting tree-branch shadows on Maka’s legs as she props a final textbook on her lap. Much as she’d like to study, her gaze keeps getting drawn to the sky, to the puffy clouds that pass, pulling them closer to the end of exams.

It’s a strange time, she thinks. The in-between. They’re in between exams, in between years of school. And it’s both ephemeral and permanent, the in-between. As soon as one thing ends, they’re moving on to something new, but they always face it together.

Maybe that’s why this is why the four of them thrive as a group: because they exist best in the in-between. Between their school and home lives, between the moments of anger and laughter, nestled between each other on grassy fields, gazes trained upward.

She loves them all so much that it hurts sometimes - they’re all so different, but so similar in their own ways.

But she can still feel it - something is changing. It’s been changing for a while.

She can feel it when she watches his fingers dance down the piano, when she wants to look at him for a little too long. And she thinks that she catches him doing the same thing, sometimes. But she can’t be sure. Daring to hope feels like too tall a task.

The book slides through her hands and onto the ground; she can’t study when her mind is all over the place.

Instead she stands, and walks toward another field in the distance in an attempt to leave her thoughts behind.

“Wait!” Black*Star’s voice booms in the distance. “We’re coming too!”

The sunflowers aren’t blooming just yet, which gives them enough room to walk through the stalks without feeling too closed in. Maka reaches her hand out to touch the flowers as they pass, velvety stems bringing her a sense of calm, of familiarity. They’ve journeyed to this field more times than she can count; it is a home of little time capsules and hide and seek games, forever a prequel to the scene of coming home and dumping soil out of their shoes.

Suddenly, with a startling amount of vigor, she wants to hold on to this moment. No need for their last exams, for the unpredictability of summer. She wants to be right here, in their sunflower sea. Just beneath the surface of the world, with the people she loves most.

“Hey.” she says, reaching out with her voice. She’s not sure how close they are, but she knows they will hear her. “Hide and seek? I’ll be it.”

There’s a rumble of assent from various places in the field, and off she goes to find them.

Through the maze she walks, listening for crackles in the underbrush, for clothes catching on sunflower bristles.

She sees him first; catches a glimpse of white between the branches. When their eyes meet, she presses a finger to her lips, splitting a bashful smile down the middle. He’s frozen in place, dumbstruck as she points to his left and then to herself, then slips away again into the brush.

His hand reaches after her of its own accord, hanging in the air.

Would you let me follow if I asked? is what he’s dying to say.

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Six exams down, zero to go.

As Maka leaves the classroom, the wind seems to rush past her with an emotional sort of finality, and it’s exhilarating.

Until she realizes that that wind is very literal, spun into a frenzy by a hurricane.

“Black*Star, stop running again! ” Maka starts to yell after him. “Don’t get in trouble on the last day of-- ”

Another burst of wind flies by her, and her eyes arc toward the ceiling. “Not you too!” she yells after Soul, who is laughing, running up to give Black*Star a high five.

They’re always egging each other on, she thinks. That’ll never change. But try as she might, she can’t fight the next thought that appears in her head, unbidden:

It’s a nice change to see him smile, isn’t it?

Just in front of her, Kid turns back to her and asks something that sets her nerves on edge:

“Maka. Can we talk outside for a moment?”

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And onward.

“I’m leaving,” Kid says, sitting across from her on grass, and ice abruptly enters her heart.

“...Just for the summer,” he amends, because the panic in her eyes is palpable. “Apologies. That wasn’t very tactful, I guess.”

Ice thaws quickly when fire is applied. “ Why? ” Maka says, indignant. “But we had plans, where are you--”

“Father got put in charge of another school for the summer,” he says with a little shrug. “I’m going too. He needs help in the library.”

She wants to pout, but she also doesn’t want to act like a child.

“I wanted us all to be together this summer,” she says softly, hand on her notebook, where wishes from sunny days past are etched.

“... I know,” he says. “I know you don’t like… change.”

The wind whistles through the trees, making her pigtails flutter.

“But,” he continues. “ I was thinking. Since things are already about to change, you could change things more . If you wanted to.”

She’s confused, and she knows he’s trying to give her some sort of clue, eyes boring into her just a little impatiently. When she doesn’t give him visual confirmation, he sighs, rubbing the line between his eyebrows with a finger.

“What I’m trying to say is, you could sit here with me on this grass like we’ve always done.” He levels her with a look. “Or you could go up there, and change something that you’ve been wanting to change for a while.”

She follows the direction of his hand, the wind making the tree branch shadows dance on his extended finger, and she knows where it leads.

He’s pointing at the window to the music room.

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And onward.

If there’s one thing Maka knows, it is how to be brave. It’s not something conscious -- it’s something that lives in her essence , that has been with her since the beginning of her life. Maybe in other lives, too.

And it is this entrenched, beautiful, cosmic bravery that leads her up the stairs to burst into the music room to interrupt a rhapsody, who stares at her from the piano with a peculiar new song in his soul.

She’s breathless from the run, leaning into the door as it shuts behind her.

He’s breathless because she’s never looked at him quite that way before.

The late afternoon sun filters in through the curtains, spilling across the desks, the musical instruments. Dust motes float on the beams, catching sunlight as they pass.

“...Here,” she says, moving towards the window. “Can you… come over here for a second?”

“Y-yeah.” He stands, edges towards her. Beside the window, the curtains flutter around them, whipped into a frenzy by a whirlwind.

“I don’t… like change,” Maka says.

He nods. He’s known that as long and as well as he’s known her.

She takes a step toward him, and it sends heat straight to his toes. “But I’d like to change… something. Okay?”

There’s a flush in her cheeks, now, that has little to do with the heat.

“Okay,” he says, but it comes out as a whisper.

“Just… just tell me if--” She takes another step towards him, and he forgets to breathe as he watches the space between her eyebrows bunch together, sunlight catching on her eyelashes. “If anything isn’t--”

A shaky laugh escapes him. Doesn’t she know he’d follow her anywhere? “Yeah, okay. I’ll tell you.”

She doesn’t know if souls can remember one other, from one life to the next. But she’s determined that in this existence, in this universe , she will make sure that this, a tenuous connection between two souls, it’s something new and different and beautiful.

And so, with this in mind, she closes her eyes, closes the space between them, and the dust motes burst into galaxies.

#reverb 2020 #chibi!reverb 2020 #soulxmaka #soul eater fanfiction

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the-great-bbe · 4 years ago

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For the fanfic asks: 3, 14, 19? 😊

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

The ending of “Queen of the May.” Starting from the maypole dance onward, if you listen to “Fire Temple” from the Midsommar soundtrack, you can definitely tell where I was inspired. The imagery of death and life and destruction and spring all in a whirlwind as Rhaenys finally lets go of her self-control and lets herself scream...it was so fun to write!!

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write

Both “Our Lady Suspiriorum” and “That Nameless Agony” were basically written in one go in a matter of an hour or so, and both quite suddenly. For “Our Lady,” it was because I just really loved Suspiria 2018′s main theme Suspirium and while listening to it one day the fic just came out. For “Nameless,” it was caused by a convo between myself and @sunontherhoyne where we discussed what it would’ve been like if Mama Martell had been around during the Sack of Kings Landing and then suddenly boom fic. Sure wish I could do that on command! lol

19. any new fics to start next year

I am tentatively thinking of a Star Wars AU fic since The Mandalorian reminded me that I love that series. I also have an Arianne-centric fic cooking on a back burner, as well as the “Come My Darling” Oberyn and Rhaenys AU.

HOPEFULLY I FINISH THE GIRL WITH BLOOD MOON EYES AND A SONG OF THE SEA NEXT YEAR

#end of the year fanfic ask #hyuksgirlelf

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March Madness - Tucson, AZ

The above picture was taken from one of the cafeterias at University Hospital in Tucson, where I had breakfast while Doug was in surgery. I think the surgery lasted a couple of hours, the surgeon talked to me after the surgery - all went well and the atrial fibrillation should stop. After a one-night stay, Doug was sent on his way. We were grateful to have the surgery over with and to be on the road to recovery. Activities were limited for a week, then Doug was free to resume normal activities. Onward we go!

A week after his surgery, Doug was back on the golf course, awesome!

HOWE TIME FLIES

About 10 days after Doug’s surgery, our friends Art and Donna Howe came to visit us. It was their first time in Tucson, so we planned a whirlwind tour to give them a little taste of desert living.

On their first day in town, we headed south to the Titan Missile Museum, we managed to arrive in time to sign up for a tour (they fill up fast!) We have been on the tour three times now, we still love it. I would recommend a visit when you are in the area, it is just off I-19, about a 30 minute drive from downtown Tucson. After the museum, we drove further south to Tubac. We wandered around town, taking in a few of the artisan shops and some of the local artwork:

One of multiple painted javelinas in the village of Tubac.

Donna made a new friend in Tubac.

After a lunch stop at one of the local restaurants, we meandered back through the village for a little more exploring. Getting our fill of Tubac, we continued southward to the Santa Cruz Spice Company. We did a little spice shopping and then made our final stop of the day at the Tumacacori National Historic Park. It was a gorgeous spring day, which made for some fantastic photo ops at the mission.

Look at those spring flowers and the magnificent sky!

We stopped at the tortilla and beans stand inside the park - yummy!

Crystal-clear day, the Santa Rita Mountains in the distance.

The craftsmanship on the buildings is amazing.

This moth was on one of the sidewalks at the mission, such pretty markings!

What a fun-filled day! We headed back to our trailer for dinner and games. More adventures planned for tomorrow!

We filled the morning of the second day with a trip to Barrio Bread, a short walk along Pantano Wash, and then lunch on our patio. We went out to Saguaro National Park East to show them a crested saguaro on the Loma Verde Trail and for a sunset from Javelina Rocks. We ended the day with a trip to El Molinito for take-out and then went to the Arizona Beer House to enjoy our food and a few brews.

Day 3 - we headed to downtown Tucson. We walked along the Turquoise Trail, checking out the history of the area. We enjoyed adult beverages at The Congress Hotel Bloody Mary Bar and even found some ice cream for Art! We ended the day at the trailer, perfect weather for outdoor entertaining!

Day 4 - after a breakfast of sausage gravy & biscuits (vegan-style), we went to the range to whack a few golf balls around. We love the driving range at Fred Enke - the view of the Catalina Mountains is wonderful!

After golf, we made our way out to the Desert Museum. At this point, we were experiencing a mild shut-down and a few restrictions due to Covid-related concerns. A few of the exhibits at the Museum were closed and they were not doing the Raptor shows. However, we ran into a family on our way into the museum and they gave us 4 free passes. We had a great time wandering around the museum, it is always beautiful out there.

Brittle brush was blooming and the views to the west were spectacular!

Caught the javelinas during naptime.

March is usually a great time to visit the museum, the temperatures aren’t too hot and the cactus are starting to bloom. We were not disappointed:

We completed our exploration of the Desert Museum and made the long drive back to our place. Happy hour, dinner, and then more games wrapped up our final night with the Howes. We are so happy that they finally came for a visit, we hope they will make it an annual thing!

Thanks for coming to see us!

COVID INTERRUPTUS

The week following our friends visit things became more serious around the Covid virus. Restaurants and indoor spaces were closed down and we were forced to limit our activities with friends here in the park. Luckily, outdoor activities were a good option for us - we took lots of walks and bike rides. The weather was gorgeous and the flowers were blooming.

Pretty blooms along Pantano Wash during one of my many walks.

More desert colors!

Some evenings the sky just explodes around here, we feel pretty lucky to be in a place where we can be outside enjoying nature most of the time.

Photos from our 15 mile walk along Pantano Wash - the weather was cool, but we didn’t get wet, just a little wind-blown!

A nice rattler I came across on a bike ride up Harrison Greenway - yikes!

I was very grateful for my new e-bike, lots of great rides along the bike path here in town. Kept me from going stir crazy!

TANQUE VERDE RIDGE HIKE

During March Doug started training for his planned 2022 trip on the Continental Divide Trail (CDT). The CDT runs 3100 miles from the border of Mexico to the border of Canada, staying within 50 miles of the Continental Divide along its course. He is doing 3 consecutive days a week of 15+ miles each day with his backpack, just to see how his body holds up. Friday and Saturday he does his miles along the Pantano River Park path, then on Sundays he does an actual hike. I am joining him for 2 of those 3 days, my feet need a day off! Today we hiked around 16 miles on the Tanque Verde Ridge Trail. The hike is fairly steep and I think it is an understatement that my toes were REALLY happy to be done with the descent. Pretty sure I am going to need a few recovery days after this hike! In spite of the physical discomfort, it was a beautiful day in the desert and things were blooming along the ridge and Doug grilled us Beyond Meat burgers for dinner. Perfect end to the day!

REALITY HITS

By the end of March, we had come to the conclusion that our trip to Europe for this summer was going to have to be canceled. We had reservations to fly to England on May 9th and had planned to be over there until some time in August. Our plan had been to stay at AirBnBs, we were very disappointed to have to cancel all our plans, but Europe was closed down due to the spread of the Covid virus and things here in the United States were not looking any better. A large portion of our Canadian friends here in the RV park had already headed north, due to recommendations from their government. Social gatherings were frowned upon and we were doing our best to follow all of the social distancing guidelines in place. We decided that our best option is to stay in Tucson for the time being, as many RV parks and campgrounds are closed in the U.S. at this point due to Covid. We feel fortunate to have a place where we can wait this out. Guess we will just have to hang around for a few more Tucson sunsets.

#Tucson #Howe visit #Arizona hikes #Arizona

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pretzcl · 6 years ago

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— after the storm

summary: i’ve had this question for a really long time. why do good girls like bad guys?

pairing: badboy!jaemin x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

genre: dash of angst, a scoop of fluff and egg. just egg.

a/n: it’s not my best work, it’s essentially a collage of fics i wrote last year and glued into one google doc. bon appetit

Jaemin’s crosses his arms over his chiselled chest. His back leant against the nose of his shoe-polished black car, parked under a carport. Straightening up once his gang of hollering buffoons encircle around him.

Na Jaemin. Whispers follow him and the pack of howling morons he walks with, down the corridors, exuding an air of confidence and carelessness. Leaving a trail of distraught girls on a path of shattered hearts and missed calls. No matter how many broken hearts, lines of girls melt under his piercing stare and his self-assured grin. Most, intrigued by the mysteriousness in the dark pools of his eyes behind his tousled brown hair, a prize to be won. Few despised the taunts in his arrogant half smirk, a cliche.

Currently, you identify yourself as the latter. Hair whipping back as you set a path ablaze with a burning desire to give the jerk a piece of your mind. People in the midst of your march blended in a mass of grey figures. Finally, you come to an abrupt stop behind the pack.

“Jaemin!” you shout, demanding to be heard amongst the handful of jackasses. One by one they turn to face you like turning over a deck of cards. The King of Hearts very last.

His eyes glint devilishly as he stares you up and down. You have to consciously uncurl your fingers twitching by your side, deeply resisting the delicious urge to slap the smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

“Hey princess,” he huskily greets you. The frustration boiling inside of you fumes in hot vapours off your body at the pet name.

Begrudgingly, you choose to ignore it and focus on the primary source of your anger towards him.

“Quit the act, Jaemin. Where the hell were you?” you interrogate, narrowing your eyes only on him and not his friends who were clearly enjoying themselves.

“Why?” he muses, in perhaps the most innocent questioning tone he could muster. “Did you miss me... princess?” he rolls the last word of his tongue before his face curls smugly.

“Do you think this is funny? I waited for 3 hours for you at the library. 3 hours! I don’t need to help you. I’m not the one failing here so you could have the integrity to at least, show up,” you vent, too overwrought to care if you were embarrassing him in front of his friends. You didn’t know if his friends knew if he went to tutoring but currently you couldn’t care less as a fiery heats up your face.

He stands there totally unresponsive to your words. Though his jaw clenches and his eyes darkly narrowed down at your form. You refuse to shrivel under his gaze. Fixed in your stance in front of him, you continue to wait for an apology or even a pathetic excuse. Anything! You’re not a doormat. And you certainly are not a princess. But nothing emits from the silence and you decide to break it when you scoff, “Forget it.” Desperately fighting back the tears brimming at your lashes as the frustration is trying to release itself from within you.

Not sparing him a single glance, you turn on the back of your heel and trudge into the waning glumness. To where that might be, you don’t know. But you know you need to get away. You drown the sniggers and jeers echoing each step you make with a pair of earphones. The lofty melody hums softly through your ears while you disappear into the smudges of charcoal.

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The pitter patter of droplets against the stone pavement drones through your body like the chatter of a full classroom. An unanticipated flash of an ivory streak triggers the rolls of ominous thunder and quickened steps along the path. The matted, wool of darkened greys hovers over you, ushering you to scurry albeit, your feet were tentative, wary of the slick pavements wet with murky puddles.

“Y/N!” a voice from behind you competed against the waging war taking place in the sky. In a confused daze, you turn around. But you wish you hadn’t acted so hastily upon recognising the owner of the booming voice.

He approaches you in a strut almost, like an off-duty male model, totally unaffected by the icy daggers flying through the harsh winds. A hand wrapped around the ornate handle to an umbrella while the other hand is tucked cooly in his ripped black jeans.

“Where’s your umbrella?” he asks while stretching his hand so the ornate handle clasped in his hands is between both of you. “Hmm?” he lowers down to meet you at eye level waiting for a response.

“I forgot it,” you murmur, focusing your stare on the slick, darkened concrete. Aggravated by the teasing tone on the tip of his tongue but ultimately choosing to bite on your own tongue. If it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t be sheltered from the drizzles of rain boring mercilessly down on the street.

“So you’re saying Miss perfect grades forgot her own umbrella on a day like this?” he snickers through as smirk stretched along his lips as taunting as the tone of his voice.

Halting in your steps, a glower deepens on your face. “I was in a rush this morning,” you clip.

“I was just teasing you don’t have to take everything so personally,” he scoffs. Frustration boils inside your stomach when you caught his eyeball roll from the corner of your eye.

Your hand curls into a clenched fist and you have to actively release the tight grip as you breathe out, “I don’t want to endure your teasing my whole way home.”

“What’s your problem today? Did you fail a test or something?” he sniggers.

“You know exactly what my problem is,” you spit looking him directly in the cold dark abyss that so many fell for. Any amusement dancing in his brown hues is flooded by the sharp coldness pouring into his eyes. The unreadable expression etches across his face as he snaps his focus to street onward after shoving the umbrella in your hand.

“Whatever,” is the last thing he says before disappearing into the lifeless, blurs.

You stood alone, shivering as the rain teems upon the umbrella wobbling in your grip. A mixture of disbelief and resentment fires up in your chest at the coldness cemented in his narrow glare before he stormed off.

“Unbelievable. He has no right to be pissed off at me,” you scoff to yourself, kicking the back of your heel into the pavement. Resuming your trudge in the midst of the gloominess devouring the day.

Somehow, the fury of anger washes away in the rhythmic beats of the raindrops. Each drop of rainfall, a clear beat upon the black fabric before they cascade from the rim like a waterfall. The trance of rain from under the umbrella blows out any fire lit up on a match set in your chest.

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Near a busy intersection, cars rushing past with wipers in full wings, you gasp. A blank white surges over your paralysed body and bleary vision. It feels like your frozen in time until a firm grip pulls you back and turns you around, earphones slipping from nooks of your ears, in one swift movement. Your eyes widen registering the panting boy standing in front of you.

“What are you thinking you were going to get hit by a car!” Jaemin barks at you while roughly shaking you by your shoulders. A rambunctious series of car horns quickly followed and you can only assume it translates to what Jaemin had yelled at you for. You only blankly blink up at him as your mind tries to rapidly rewind to you approaching the intersection.

“You know for a smart girl you’re really stupid,” he sighs hanging his head low.

“Jaemi-”

“Promise me you won’t do something like that again,” his words maybe scolding though his voice wispy and soft like angel wings. He searches into your eyes and for the first time, you notice his damp, bangs obscuring his large, brown eyes shroud the kindness they possess.

“I promise,” you mumble feeling breathless at your heart beating erratically.

“I’m sorry for leaving you by yourself and for not coming to tutor lesson today,” he mutters at the ground. Voice is hoarse as he pants a whirlwind of heavy breaths intermitted by a few stifled coughs. You stood dumbfounded hopelessly watching the exhausted boy and scanning how his hair becomes one with his face, wetly draping over his sharp bone structures. Shifting your gaze to the street behind him you struggle to fight the twitching feeling of wonder resounding from within you.

“Jaemin, did you run all the way up the street to save me?” you softly ask. No longer harbouring any anger or frustration from earlier today. Your fingers with a mind of their own sweep a sodden lock from his forehead revealing those big brown orbs and you gently tilt his chin up.

“Maybe,” he says in an even softer tone. Something totally unfamiliar uncurls itself in enormous wave engulfing over you and you crash your lips onto his. Bursting the droplets on the plush of his lips. Jaemin's hand rested below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as you pull back afraid of losing yourself in him. Your lips brushing against each other as your breaths mingle. “Y/N,” he whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savour them. And in this very moment, your senses wisp away and you can no longer think straight. Never before has your name ever felt so mystifying. Not caring if the water soaks through to chill your skin, your hands run down his spine, pulling him closer until there’s no space left between you two. So close you could feel the beating of his heart against your chest and you lose yourself to him.

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thelegwarmer · 6 years ago

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Royal Success-es or Royal Failures?

Thoughts on Royal Sussexes inconsistencies, secrecy and aggressive PR mud campaigns.

Many people will argue that it was about time the Royal family dropped its stiff, monochromatic tradition to welcome a vivacious, bi-racial, outspoken commoner, a somewhat obscure, actress into Buckingham Palace. After all, the US has already stepped into history by electing an MoC as their President. Times are changing and people are uniting (unless they’re on twitter ;)).

Prince Harry, the world’s beloved and popular cheeky ginger who has outspokenly battled with mental health issues since his mother’s untimely and tragic death, finally found someone he could share his life with. Naturally, the world was surprised when the news broke out. Just like a Harlequin book, a whirlwind romance had taken over the world, press, and tabloids. We were all taken by surprise when a few months after their relationship became public, we were presented with a very manicured Americanised televised engagement announcement. Yay for Harry... but wait…why the rush? The two of them hardly knew each other, they hardly ever spent more than 3 days together in the same place, especially as Meghan was still working on Suits.

From that point onwards, the seemingly bashful, smiley, touchy-hairy Meghan who kept holding on to Harry (hard to walk on ill-fitting 6” stilettos) and touching him every photo opportunity she could, progressively turned into a rule-breaking, humanitarian -of sorts- arrogant and in-compliant to British culture, social justice warrior. It didn’t end there. A few short months after their royal wedding, Meghan decides to announce at Princess Eugenie’s wedding that she is with child. We were hesitantly happy for Harry and Meghan but the timing of the announcement and the fact that rumors had been going around that Meghan was unable to fall pregnant due to multiple abortions, had people baffled.

Since Eugenie’s wedding, Meghan’s ego grew and with it grew her thirst for attention. Oh yes, the bump also grew into late-term proportions on/off throughout her pregnancy. Her due date was never revealed to the public and it kept changing. From early spring to the end of April to beginning of May…it even went up to 21st June! So many articles about Harry and Meghan were circulating the press and internet on a daily basis. Most of which were obvious PR spins from the Sussexes. Then there was the rift with the Cambridges. Shocker! The world was scratching its head. What is going on inside the Palace walls? Why all the drama?

The final straw was pulled when malicious articles circulated the press, insinuating that Prince William had been cheating Duchess Catherine. Of course, we all knew where that came from especially as we were fully aware that Meghan had set up a well-oiled PR machine running. A smear campaign against the heir to the throne, to gain popularity and public affection. Meanwhile, the bump was inflating and deflating and her extravagant looks were hitting the news and making people talk. Are we watching an over produced film about the Royals? Well, in reality her wardrobe and PR antics most probably cost a handful more than a decent action-filled movie. We’ll never forget the New York baby shower. Rent-a-crowds, paparazzi, pink flowers (why pink if the baby is a boy?), celebrities, wanna-be’s and a lot of faux-secrecy.

Meghan was monetizing her pregnancy and we could see right through her.

Fast forward 4 months later when is baby is supposedly due. Assuming her due date was end of April according to calculations made since she claimed she was already 16 weeks pregnant at PE’s wedding. The end of April came and went and Meghan was still no where to be seen or heard. Well, except for her PR team who were feverishly feeding everyone’s anticipation with fake news, conundrums and sugary articles. Meanwhile in various ’secret' twitter accounts handled by Meghan, the continuous attack on the British press and the unrelenting race card pity-party was picking up momentum. Surely this was not a result of pregnancy hormones…

Then came the day we will all remember as the day, the lid was lifted to reveal that not all is as it seems. Secrets and lies are cloaking the Sussexes. On May 6th, Meghan went into 'labour' 6 hours after she gave birth and the birth announcement an hour after announcing she was in labour. To put it in Harry’s words, mind-blowing.

Naturally, everyone started asking questions. None of this made any sense. Who orchestrated this? Did she give birth in Frogmore Cottage? Journalists camped outside never saw anyone go in or out the cottage. Oh, wait, she gave birth at Portland hospital but no one can officially verify this (no medical staff signatures on official birth announcement). Meghan and Harry are keeping tight-lipped about the birth. Well, except for that awkward interview Harry gave, at the Royal stables exclaiming how ‘over the moon’ he is. Yes, Harry, we too are over THIS moon (bump). His lack of specifics or genuine enthusiasm was noted by many. Perhaps he was sleep deprived and shell-shocked. The birth of a baby can indeed be overwhelming for new parents. So, we continue giving them the benefit of the doubt…until two days later.

Contrary to their initial wish to keep the birth announcement and baby reveal low-key and private, H & M decided to give a 3' televised interview in St George's Hall at Windsor Castle. The grandeur of it all. How humble. Harry came with baby Archie tightly swaddled in his arms, seemingly sound asleep. The whole interview was ‘off’ so was the way they presented the newest member of the royal family but for reasons, I will keep for myself at this point but I’m not the only one who noticed the oddity of this pair. Royal journalists have been tweeting and writing cloaked articles about why the UK taxpayers, the royalists, the members of the commonwealth are deprived of a decent view and photo of the 7th heir to the throne. Given the 9,5 months of overbearing bump holding and ill-fitting designer clothing to accentuate the belly, we are at least entitled to have a couple of close up photos of this cute little baby. He is after all, the first bi-racial baby born into the royal family.

#meghan markle #harry and meghan #british royal family #skippyisheretostay

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ohnomybreadsticks · 5 years ago

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The final prompt fill is for my darling @thislittlekumquat who asked for “Chloe and North "get lost" en route to meet the boys (who went ahead of them) for a group vacation, and they "get snowed in" and have to "take refuge" in a cozy cabin along the way for a night (read: there was a flurry and they used it as a hilarious excuse to spend some alone time)”

For context, this is set in our universe where Chloe, North, Simon, Markus, and Josh are all together in a polyamorous relationship. So polycho, but also with Chloe ;)

I made it extra soft and fluffy and cheesy just for you! <3

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North let the dull scenery of the Detroit freeways slide past her eyes as the self driving car carried herself and Chloe out of the city. It was the beginning of winter, and with that came the gray sky and the gray trees and the gray feeling. But here, cuddled up in the backseat with a soft hand held in her own, North felt as if the gray couldn’t quite reach her. Chloe was holding her hand and tracing soft circles onto the top of her hand with a thumb, the sensation gentle and comforting. Their synthetic skin was still intact, both of them savoring the others’ presence without the need for an interface right this moment. The silence in the car was anything but uncomfortable, especially after the whirlwind of activity in Jericho.

After their boys had gone ahead to the hotel for their week-long vacation, North and Chloe had stayed behind an extra half a day to get a few final press releases squared away. It was better to put in the effort now, they had rationalized, as opposed to coming back to an absolute shitstorm of human and android news media trying to find fault with their absence. Even the heads of a huge political organization needed some time alone though, and this vacation was far overdue. They all had their ways of coping, North knew, but some of them coped better than others. And even the most steadfast of them all had been suffering. She glanced over at Chloe, watching the way her LED flickered and stuttered softly as she turned over whatever thoughts were running through her head. They were all in need of some good stasis, and some time to remind each other of what it felt like to be surrounded by only love and care.

The car continued to speed onwards, headed for the spa resort about three hours away that Josh had found. It was secluded, nearby to several small towns they could explore if they wanted to, and best of all, if they didn’t want to leave their rooms they didn’t have to. It was an android-inclusive hotel and spa experience, which was thankfully becoming more common, especially around Detroit. So for now, the two androids had the car to themselves for several hours before they had to worry about interacting with anyone else. North was spending her time going over old memory files and deciding if they were really worth keeping. It was a mindless enough task, and it freed up some processor space. Next to her, Chloe was engaged in some similar task, both of their eyes open but not really taking in any visual input.

That was, until Chloe sat up straighter with a jolt, shaking North’s hand excitedly as she exclaimed “Oh look North, snow!” North startled slightly, but once she recovered from the surprise, she was able to look out the front windshield and confirm that yes, those were snowflakes drifting down from the clouds. Not too many, mind you, but enough flakes to be noticeable as they drove. North was about to say something about how they were lucky it was just a little flurry and not enough to delay their trip, when she looked over and saw how Chloe’s eyes were lit up with wonder at the sight. Her thirium pump hummed softly in her chest at how soft and beautiful her girlfriend looked when she was so happy. It was enough to spark an answering thrum of happiness in North.

As they continued to drive, the snow managed to gather in a light dusting along the roadside, giving everything a slight covering of white. Not enough to make conditions dangerous, but the scenery certainly looked more like winter now. Chloe had been practically pressed to the window since it started, happily watching the flakes swirl in the wind. And North, well, North was happy to watch her girlfriend, their hands still clasped gently between them. This meant that she saw the billboard at the same time as Chloe, who let out a wistful little sigh as she pointed it out.

“Look North, they have little log cabins you can stay in out here!” Chloe said, “I’ve only ever seen those in movies...I bet they’re wonderfully cozy.” She turned her attention from the window, and North recognized the big old puppy dog eyes as soon as she saw them. Chloe didn’t often ask for things, in fact, that was something they had worked on getting better at together. So when she did, North was very likely to fold almost immediately. She had a will of iron when it came to Simon (well, not really, but she made him beg for longer), but she couldn’t deny her girlfriend anything that might make her smile.

LED spinning, North changed the destination in the GPS of their car, and Chloe let out a happy little squeak as soon as she noticed. “Thank you North!” She exclaimed, turning and wrapping her arms around her girlfriend, her smile pressing against North’s neck. “Anything for you, dearest.” North replied, smiling in return as she pressed a kiss to Chloe’s temple. It wasn’t long before they arrived at their destination, a quaint little cabin announcing itself as the lobby and check-in with a fairly full parking lot. At least everything looked clean and above-board, which soothed a lot of North’s anxieties.

As they exited the car, North let Chloe grab their bags as she made a call to Markus’ phone. He was the most likely to pick up without panicking (Simon), and he would probably go along with her little game without asking too many questions (Josh). “Hello dear, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Came his reassuring voice on the other side of the line. North smiled to herself as she answered “Hi babe. Look, there’s snow starting to come down pretty hard here, so Chloe and I have decided to pull off the road and spend the night in a little motel.” As she lied through her teeth, she watched Chloe gleefully holding out her hand and trying to catch the tiny flakes falling from the sky. There wasn’t even enough snow to stick to the pavement yet.

And yet...from the other side of the line, Markus let out a soft, concerned noise and said “Oh, I’m glad you two are safe. Don’t worry about the delay, we’re all settled into the room here and can wait for you.” North had known Markus for long enough that she could almost hear the way his processors must be whirring, pulling up weather reports and road safety websites before realizing what was actually going on. “Thanks.” She said, and she hoped that the genuine warmth in it came across the phone, “You take good care of those boys while we’re gone, alright?” Markus simply chuckled and replied “Simon will be inconsolable, but I’ll do my best.”

They spoke for a few more minutes before North hung up to walk over and pick Chloe up by the waist, swinging her in a little circle. “Alright, the boys are taken care of, are you ready for our little cabin adventure?” She asked, delighting in the breathless laughter she had managed to pull out of her girlfriend. Chloe nodded excitedly, and from there it was a bit of a whirlwind of talking to a very helpful employee to get one cabin for one night, dragging their luggage across a ridiculously long distance, and fighting with the instructions for lighting the little fireplace. By the time they had settled in, the sun was going down and things were beginning to look truly cozy. The inside of the cabin was warm and nicely decorated, exposed polished logs and rich red plaid furnishings completing the ‘rustic’ look.

Plopping down on the sofa, North let out a satisfied sigh, watching Chloe bustle happily around the little living room. “This was a really nice idea.” She admitted, the fire popping and crackling in the background the only noise aside from the two of them. This place really was nicely secluded. “Wait until I show you my other very nice idea” Chloe said with a wink, disappearing into the bedroom and reappearing with two soft fleecy onesies clutched in her arms. “I got us matching pajamas. I know it’s a little selfish, but I...wanted to do something special with you.” She admitted, a light dusting of blue blush appearing across her cheeks. North was up on her feet and pulling her into a hug before she could doubt herself any further.

“It’s perfect, I love it.” North said with a beaming smile, “And I love you.” She punctuated this sentiment by leaning down and pressing a kiss to Chloe’s forehead, which only made the blue blush worse. They wasted no time in getting into the onesies, the soft fleecy material heavenly against synthetic skin, but even better against bare chassis. Snuggled up in bed, their clasped hands were white this time, pleasant feelings and thoughts flowing easily between them in a casual interface. Some movie or another was on the television, but North was only half paying attention. Her free hand was too busy gently brushing through Chloe’s hair as her girlfriend hummed softly along to whatever theme song the movie was playing.

Suddenly, North was struck with a thought, and looked down at Chloe with a questioning stare. “Did you...plan this? This worked out way too well for you to not have.” She asked, and the mischievous smile that spread across Chloe’s face immediately confirmed her suspicions. “I couldn’t help myself, the cabin looked so cozy!” She complained, curling in closer and draping herself across North’s chest dramatically. North found herself helplessly chuckling at how she had been ‘tricked’, all of Chloe’s little play acting crystal clear as she replayed the memories in her mind’s eye. But she couldn’t even bring herself to pretend to be angry at the other woman, instead tilting her chin up to place a gentle kiss on her lips.

“I couldn’t help myself, you looked too cute.” North retorted when Chloe blinked up at her with wide, surprised eyes. The cabin filled easily with the sound of their laughter, and North considered once again just how lucky she was to love and be loved.

#dbh #detroit become human #dbh north #dbh chloe #Chloe/North #North/Chloe #polycho #bready's fic #request fill #thislittlekumquat

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half-elfdisaster · 5 years ago

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Session 40

1st July 3529 AT

2 more days of exhausted walking when they come across something strange. They feel a sudden change in the air, almost like they pass through an invisible wall. The air feels a lot denser as it becomes slightly harder to breath and move through.

Being very cautious but seeing no way to avoid it they continue on into the weird atmosphere.

Throughout journeying they suddenly start to witness weird random effects; Artemyste just manages to avoid tripping over an invisible rock, gravity reverses itself on Summer’s loose items (coin purse, hood etc) as they float upwards, and Artemyste uncontrollably casts Thunderwave, hurting some people around her. They are very confused by it all but see no way to stop it.

Summer using her winged boots to fly up sees that the land around them is also experiencing effects due to whatever’s happening. She witnesses willow trees branches floating upwards and areas of land producing small pockets of extreme weather, such as whirlwinds, snow, or lightning.

The most disturbing thing they encounter however is a flock of ravens sat on a bare tree staring at them. They find that each of the birds speak in one of their loved ones voices (Summer her mother, Iko his master, Sarhiri her sister, Artemyste her uncle and Torven his old friend group, all talking in unison). The closer then moved to the birds the voices would praise and call them onwards while the further away they moved they would shriek in pain as if being tortured. They move on, watching as the bird finally fly off, only upside-down.

Sarhiri randomly casts a spell and gets Dimension Door, getting teleported 415ft away. She lands in an orchard filled with blue apple trees. Two Yuan-ti Pureblood women are picking apples from the trees, one of the women is also blue. In the distance she sees the top of a small town with steam rising up.

The others find her with Locate Object and arrive just in time to see an explosion in the town. The two women seem unaffected by it.

A scout group jump out at them, looking very worried and confused by their appearance, speaking to them in Abyssal, which nobody in the group understands.

Walking away from the scouts they attempt to stealth around the town to see whats going on. Unfortunately Iko gets noticed by some of the yuan-ti child who come over. Never having seen a human, tabaxi or tiefling before they are utterly baffled by the group, one of the kids clinging onto Summers tail as she flies. Iko gives them alcohol in an attempt to distract them, while Artemyste and Torven stay hidden.

Eventually catching the attention of the rest of the town an elder approaches who talks Common. She tells them they are a tribe who have been cut off from society, living within an ancient magic war zone, which randomly effects them magically. She says the only other time they have seen people was about 20 years ago when aggressive men in white uniforms came to run tests on the ground, they avoided interacting with them.

On the way out of this area they get trapped in one of the random weather pockets, suddenly becoming much harder to move in the sleet. Artemyste, Iko and Summer manage to get out quite easily while Sarhiri and Torven repeatedly fall over on the ice.

They finally exit the magically scarred land and make camp. Several deep conversations are had; Summer lies that her parents are dead after Iko asks who the voice from the bird was. He sees through the lie. Iko asks Sarhiri to attempt to do Sending to his master, Keo. It’s hard to tell if it works as there is no reply. Sarhiri talks about their gods with Torven. Fnally Torven attempts to explain what feelings are to Iko.

2nd July 3529 AT

Today is Great Moon’s Glory, a festival of Celestian. Artemstye celebrates by getting Sarhiri to send a message to Krul, her bird grandma, who wishes her the best.

They finally arrive at the river that cuts across Eowesoa, meaning all they have to do is cross to enter the other nation. This is harder then thought as the river is 3 miles wide.

Iko gets out his giant duck and flies across only to realise they land back on the side that they left from. Iko and Torven attempt to fly across a couple more times, only to find each time they land back next to the girls.

While they are gone, a kuo toa (a humanoid with a fish head) exits the river and gives the girls a very shitty riddle; “Do they get naked or do they bare their souls? Who knows. Figure it out through trial and error, bitch” and “for skinny dipping or heart to hearts? Both if you know what you’re doing”. Confused by the riddles the fish man repeats it before giving them a strip tease and disappearing.

The boys return and because sharing a secret sounds so awful Iko gets naked and does some experiments to try to cross, such as walking along the bottom of the river and breathing under water like the fish man did.

Realising they’re eventually going to have to say a secret Iko, Torven and Sarhiri share theirs together while naked before they make it across. Not telling Artemyste and Summer it worked they also get naked while sharing a secret.

Making it across they realise the fish man was trolling them on getting naked and Summer swears to kill him if she ever sees him again.

#dnd #dungeon and dragons #d&d #tabletop #roleplay #dnd session

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piiercinggaze · 5 years ago

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Kimetsu No Yaiba Verse

Name: Keiji Shinogi

Age: 23

Affiliation: Former Demon Slayer (Retired at 19)

Weapon of Choice: Sais (main blade is sharpened and able to cut through demon skin)

Breath Style: Falcon Breathing Style (Branching from Wind Breathing)

Breath Style Moves:

First Form: Piercing Beak - A vertical, downward stab (ideally near the neck area against an opponent) and a slash outward to free the weapon.

Second Form: Winged Strike - Outstretched arms horizontally slice through the opponent, coming from opposite directions to intersect at the slicing point of the object/demon. The motion is similar to the falcon flapping its wings.

Third Form: Swooping Talons - A midair attack that causes a forward roll motion that is intended to slice downwards.

Fourth Form: Swift Slice - The attack may be a simple diagonal slice, but it extends farther than the actual blade (where the air becomes an extension of the blade that can slice through skin).

Fifth Form: Tailwind Blow - Primarily used during windy battles, the user uses the wind to help

Sixth Form: Feathery Whirlwind- A succession of several slices in a spiral motion. It is meant to disorient the opponent while producing medium damage.

Additional Abilities:

Total Concentration Breathing - A state where Breath Style users inhale the maximum amount of oxygen within a specific breath pattern to raise their physical and mental strength to their utmost limits. He’s able to

Enhanced Strength - Keiji has build up his body over several years with the training of both his breath ability. Despite not actively attacking demons anymore, he does keep his strength up.

Immense Endurance - Though his endurance is not as great as it was prior to retirement, he is still able to fight for extended amounts of time if need be.

Flexibility - Keiji is able to maneuver around very well.

Keen Observation - Keiji has shockingly great eyesight and the ability to observe the smallest of differences. He has used this abillity to help track down demons, take note in traps to avoid, and find perfect weak points to strike.

Great Swordsmanship - Though his primary weapon have been sais, Keiji knows how to wield a katana blade. He keeps a nichirin blade in his home, yet it has not been used in several years.

Biography:

Raised by a single mother, he had lived a fairly simple life. The existence was not unknown to him, as his mother often burnt wisteria incense and mumbled prayers and chants to help ward them off.

Though, he often warded off bullies from younger children. However, as he grew, he starts to notice strange instances and disappearances coming around his neighborhood. Upon investigation, he had stumbled across a fight between a demon and a slayer, who he eventually learns his name is Shinchi Abo. Being escorted home after the fight, Shinchi educates him about the Demon Slayer Corps, where humans train their best to combat the growing number of demons that existed in Japan.

Keiji was 13 when he began his training. However, a year before his final selection participation, Shinchi leaves the rest of his training for endurance and strength up to him as he continues onward as a slayer. Shinchi tells Keiji to come find him once he has made it into the Corps. By 16, he had taken part in the Final Selection. He is able to survive the week of hell by slaying demons, maintaining a fair amount of foraging and hunting each night, and finding safe spots to sleep for small periods of time. Upon earning his place in the Corps, Keiji does his due diligence and fights for the side of survival... and begins his journey to find his master once again.

At 17, Keiji manages to reunite with his master, the two would partner up in their fights, facing higher level demons and ranking up to Pillar status at age 18.

When Keiji is 19, things take a turn for the worst.

During a particular mission to defeat a demon, he and Shinchi had been looking for the demon in a small village. Little did they know of her strength and power against the townsfolk. Her demon blood art had included delusions and trickery that affected the both of them. What Keiji believed to be the demon before him, was actually SHINCHI who believed Keiji was the demon. Turning against one another, they had fought fiercely until Keiji placed a fatal blow. Piercing the heart of his master, the illusion disappears, and the truth reveals itself. The sheer surprise and horror of both their faces had been burned into each others’ memories.

Keiji had killed his master.

He had little time to mourn, given the demon’s intentions to kill and devour the remaining slayer. Under great influence of the blood art, by the time Keiji kills the demon, his mental state had diminished greatly. Traumatized enough to be unable to fight another demon (or face another slayer) without remembering the haunting images of his slain master.

He no longer goes to the Demon Slayer Corps. He convinces his (and his master’s) crow to tell the remaining members that he has died defeating the demon. He lives by himself in a small town village far away, tucking away the blades he once proudly owned and living the rest of his life as just another villager.

Trivia:

Keiji has a haori he wears of his own, following this design. It is a gold haori with a pattern lining primarily the interior.

Keiji no longer does Total Concentration Breathing as often as he used to. Since he no longer practices his form, he has little to no need for it.

Few people have approached him to be trained Falcon Breathing, yet he has yet to agree to the terms offered.

He was Hashira for one year before retirement. He does not formerly resign, but instead disappears from everyone for 3 years. He starts to resurface every now and then, but lives far away from the location of all the slayers.

#ᴍʀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇᴍᴀɴ.keiji verses #ɴᴇᴥᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴅ.queued

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ryttu3k · 7 years ago

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You know what it’s time to do? The Hoenn League!

After some Blissey base grinding, and also an undocumented visit to Sea Mauville:

Alrighty. Let’s do this!

God, the exteriors of the buildings are incredibly gorgeous.

First up, Sidney. Alrighty, Chickie, time to shine!

Elite Four Sidney

Mightyena, level 50. Mega-boosted Brick Break OHKO!

Shiftry, level 50. Flame Charge, Chickie tanks an Extrasensory, Full Restore, another Flame Charge down to reds, ANOTHER Full Restore, another Flame Charge, crit, and it’s down!

Absol, level 52. Brick Break OHKO!

Sharpedo, level 50. Switch to Oli, Discharge OHKO!

Cacturne, level 50. Back to Chickie, Brick Break OHKO!

One down, four to go. Onwards to Phoebe, Snowdrop to the front!

Elite Four Phoebe

Dusclops, level 51. Crunch OHKO!

Sableye, level 51. Takes some damage from Fake Out, Ice Fang down to half, Snowdrop tanks a Power Gem, another Ice Fang takes it down!

Dusknoir, level 53. Crunch OHKO!

Banette, level 51. Crunch OHKO!

Another Banette, level 51. Crunch OHKO!

Good pupper.

Lots of snow. Chickie back to the front!

Elite Four Glacia

Glalie, level 52. Mega-boosted Blaze Kick OHKO!

Walrein, level 54. They are weak to Fighting, but Chickie is also weak to Water, so let’s get Oli in to be safe. Discharge OHKO!

Froslass, level 52. UGH Confuse Ray. You know what, fine. Snowdrop to the front! Ominous Wind doesn’t do much, Crunch OHKO!

Another Froslass, level 52. Crunch OHKO!

Another Glalie, level 52. Back to Chickie to finish it off. It uses Protect, Blaze Kick OHKO!

Time for the trickiest of the E4 for this run! Don't have any actual Ice, Dragon, or Fairy-types. Gonna go between Snowball's Ice Fang and Sage's Dazzling Gleam, although they're not STAB. Sage to the front!

Elite Four Drake

Altaria, level 53. Dazzling Gleam down to half, it uses Cotton Guard. Another and it’s - oh no, a sliver left. Sage tanks Dragon Pulse like a goddamn champ, Drake uses a Full Restore. Dazzling Gleam down to half, then another, which crits and takes it down!

Kingdra, level 53. This is the most risky - Ice isn’t SE, but Sage is weak to Water. Dazzling Gleam down to yellows, it uses Yawn you DICK, but it’s down with another Dazzling Gleam!

Salamence, level 55. Sage is fucking asleep, so in comes Snowdrop! Ice Fang OHKO!

Flygon, level 53. Ice Fang OHKO!

Flygon again, level 53 again. Ice Fang OHKOs again!

*cracks knuckles*

Whatever happens, they did good.

Champion Steven

Skarmory, level 57. Oli gets it down to 1HP with Discharge. It sends out Spikes. Steven uses a Full Restore. Another Discharge back down to 1HP, and it’s paralysed! A third Discharge, and it’s down!

Aggron, level 57. Sage gets it down to 1HP with Earth Power. Didn’t see what they got hit with, but either way it didn’t do much damage. Another Earth Power, and it’s down!

Armaldo, level 57. Edel gets it down to yellows with Steel Wing. Rock Blast does a small amount of damage, another Steel Wing finishes it!

Cradily, level 57. Edel stays in, gets it down to yellows with Steel Wing. Ancient Power gets Edel down to yellows, another Steel Wing finishes it!

Claydol, level 57. Sequoia OHKOs it with Waterfall!

Finally, Metagross, level 59. Chickie is weak to Zen Headbutt, so... Snowdrop, go! My strongest Pokemon, my first caught Pokemon, my oldest companion other than Chickie. Crunch down to yellows, GIGA IMPACT JEEZ - just down to yellows, she’s okay. Another Crunch and it’s DOWN!

Made it <3

Brendan PLS.

Lovely credits <3

Current Team (pre-League levels)

Reserves

Dead

Catnip the Skitty, found route 116, killed by Lass Janice’s Marill in route 116

Daisy the Pikachu, found Slateport City, killed by Archie’s Sharpedo at Mount Chimney

#atsuko's adventure

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artificialqueens · 7 years ago

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Déjà Vu (Shalaska) - Pink Sugar

Alaska tried to smile. She really did. And, in all fairness, she succeeded to some extent, but as Phi Phi slipped the engagement ring onto Michael’s finger, she somehow couldn’t fight falling into the emptiness that throbbed in her chest where she faintly remembered her heart once being. It wasn’t that she wasn’t happy for Phi Phi, because she was genuinely over the moon for her friend, but something inside her, something that had been building up for months now, couldn’t stop the grand gesture of love before her from making her feel slightly heartbroken. Beneath the sweltering heat of the flashing stage lights above her, Alaska suddenly became hyperaware of her surroundings. Courtney sat to her left with a painfully tight grip on her wrist, flailing with excitement at the display on center stage. She felt suffocated. She smiled meekly at the thrilled blonde, who seemed to pick up on Alaska’s discomfort, letting her wrist fall from her grasp apologetically. Gratefully, Alaska was pulled from what she would classify to be the beginning of a minor anxiety attack by laughter when Phi Phi jokingly confessed to the crowd that she and Michael were about to go and fuck backstage. Quickly, upon Michelle announcing Phi Phi and Micheal as the winners of the snatch game, Alaska picked herself up in her Lady Bunny getup and, holding hands with Courtney, exited to backstage. The Australian had clearly noticed that something wasn’t quite right with her because she gently squeezed her friends hand in hers, not letting go even as they all poured down the stage stairs and into the dressing room to prepare for their next performances of the night. The familiar echoing sound of Michelle bantering with the audience hummed through the windowless room as Courtney walked with Alaska to her chair, releasing her hand only once Alaska was seated and staring back at her in the reflection of the makeup smeared mirror. The queens exchanged a loaded look, Courtney trying to communicate her sympathy for her friend through her eyes, not wanting to openly ask her about her wellbeing in the crowded space. “Oh my god!” Adore cheered as the tour cast flooded into the room. “That was so fucking cute,” she continued as she threw her wig from her head and onto the dressing table, “Hey!” Bianca barked, snatching the lacefront from the countertop, “Don’t get powder all over my fucking wig, this is why I shouldn’t have ever let you borrow my shit on drag race, now you just take it when you want and you aren’t even fucking careful.” Adore laughed in response, knowing that Bianca wasn’t actually mad. Picking the wig up, she smiled sweetly, “Sorry, baby.” Bianca smiled back, as usual. Alaska watched the exchange in her mirrors’ reflection, feeling slightly more at ease by the familiarity of the fondness in the two queens’ dynamic. Courtney squeezed Alaska’s shoulders before exchanging one last look with her, brown contacts meeting natural blue eyes in a silent moment of wordless friendship, before walking over to her own space to change into her finale look. Alaska was grateful for the chaos of the large-scale show because it meant that nobody, aside from Courtney of course, had noticed the shift in her mood. She slipped out of her Lady Bunny dress and strapped herself into her own signature high-wasted two-piece, then slumped back down exhaustedly onto her lumpy, foam-cushioned stool. Alaska stared forward at her reflection the mirror, as she smoothed the platinum length of her wig with her long nails she dared avert her eyes beyond the mass of swirling figures crowding the small room to the body seated in the back left hand corner. She knew exactly why seeing Phi Phi’s proposal hurt so much, and even though she knew now was not the time to dwell on feelings that were typically reserved for the darkness and solitude of night, she couldn’t resist fueling the small fire of pain in her stomach by glancing at Sharon. In the distant safety of the reflective surface of the mirror she watched Sharon behind her, who sat in half drag cursing, trying to reapply a nail that had fallen off during a particularly colourful performance of Supernature. Without her wig on, the fluffy locks of blonde hair on Sharon’s head reminded Alaska of a boy she once knew well. She only forced herself to look away when Chad walked into the dressing room and laid a kiss atop his fiancés soft (very soft if she remembered correctly) head.

The rest of the show had gone really well, it had been the last performance of the 2016 Battle of the Seasons and the girls were all exhausted beyond words. Despite the lack of sleep, there was no denying that the world tour had been a huge success. It’s incredible to travel the world doing the thing you love most to thousands of adoring fans with a bunch of your friends. Also, Alaska had written the opening number, so the show was partly of her own creation, which was very rewarding professionally. Alaska fell backwards onto the large white bed in her hotel room, admiring the way the half open curtains cast a constellation of soft moonlight onto the otherwise plain off-white ceiling. She was still in full drag after having left the venue quickly, kindly rejecting the invitation from her fellow ru sisters for celebratory post-tour drinks. They’d all be coming back to the hotel after the show anyway, Alaska justified, so they could still spend one last moment together the next day before they all fly their respective ways home or onwards to their next gigs. She had had to get out of there and be alone. She apologized to Courtney on her way out, who promised she’d be coming by her hotel room the next morning to check on her despite Alaska’s protests. Alaska was so grateful for her friend. The time she’d been spending with Willam and Courtney lately had delivered two wonderful relationships into her life. She’d struggled at first to find her place in the dynamic of the group, since the two older queens had known one another for so long and were so close. It was a closeness Alaska still doesn’t quite understand, but certainly had an idea about. There was something all too effortless in how Courtney was able to recognize Alaska’s heartache, as if she were akin to a similar suffering herself. Exhaling heavily, Alaska dragged herself off her bed and at last switched on the light, which in her sloppiness upon entering her room she’d been too lazy to do, and entered the small but rather fancy bathroom of her modest suite. Finally able to relieve herself from the pain of her drag, she freed herself from every Bobby pin and trace of make up and stepped into the shower. In the comfort of the warm water cascading lovingly down her body, she allowed tears she hadn’t realized she’d been holding back to fall. Somehow the events of the evening had managed to unlock the closet of her heart and everything had fallen out messily and was all in disarray. Though professionally the last year had been the most fulfilling of her life, romantically she had been through hell. Her last boyfriend had exposed private information on Reddit for all to see, putting her career and effort on all stars 2 in jeopardy, not to mention completely compromising her trusting nature. It had hurt. More so than she had been able to admit in the heat of the damage control that had consumed the immediate aftermath of the incident. She had loved him. He had loved her. She didn’t understand how those she loved somehow managed to be the ones who hurt her most and in turn be the ones she hurt most. Alaska wondered often whether there was something wrong with her. Although her ex was the one to go all cyber-psycho on her ass, she’d broken his heart; it was a two-way street and a fight that neither of them had won in the end. In the almost 3 years since she and Sharon had broken up, this man had been the first serious relationship she’d had. It took her 2 years to get there and less than 7 months for it to completely fall apart. As the water continued to splash against her flesh she wondered for the one-thousandth time why it was that Sharon had had no issue moving on. It almost always came back to Sharon. Whenever Alaska felt upset or was wallowing in self-pity, thinking about Sharon, the relationship they’d had and its eventual downfall always became a knife with which she could emotionally cut herself. There were still so many lingering feelings of anger, pain, guilt and love. She supposed that this was because they hadn’t had the luxury of breaking up because they’d fallen out of love. They had broken up because they were too in love. Too in love to remain sane in the wake of the fame and the distance and the never-ending list of circumstances that had changed their worlds. They had done the right thing at the time, Alaska couldn’t be more certain of that upon reflection. But it didn’t really matter anymore, Alaska sighed; Sharon was engaged. She stepped out of the shower.

Despite what one may think, it wasn’t like Alaska to feel this way lately. She had moved on from Sharon. They were friends. Good friends, even. This was the overflow of emotion that occurred at the end of every tour talking, she reasoned to herself as she wrapped her dripping body in the fluffy comfort of a fresh hotel towel. The past year had been a nonstop whirlwind of insanity for her, she’d shot All Stars 2, fallen in and out of love and travelled the world, twice. She was tired. Somewhere in the middle of it all the lines between Alaska and Justin had become misconstrued and who was once a character was now her, or maybe it was the other way around, or maybe she was neither of them anymore, she didn’t know. She was just so tired.

It was with sleep on her mind that she slipped into some grey sweatpants and was ready to forget all about the events of the evening, when she heard a knock on the door. Presuming that Courtney’s motherly nature had gotten the best of her and she’d decided to stop by on her way in from drinks with the others, Alaska neglected to look through the peep-hole, she swung the door open haphazardly; “Court, I’m fine, I promise you don’t have to-“ It wasn’t Courtney. “Hey,” Sharon said, looking up to meet Alaska’s eyes, she was out of drag and wearing skinny black jeans and some worn out hoodie Alaska was certain she’d had from before the two of them had even met. “Expecting someone else?” She asked. Alaska shook her head quickly and composed herself. “Sharon, what-? Are you okay?” Sharon walked past Alaska and into the room, “No,” Sharon whined, “I’m fucking bored.” “Didn’t you go out with the others? Where’s Chad?” Alaska asked turning around to face Sharon, who was wandering around the hotel room, but leaving the door open in the hopes that her guest would catch a hint. “I’ve got a gig tomorrow in Detroit, he’s not coming with me so he flew back home after the show, I took him to the airport.” Sharon replied as she arrogantly slumped heavily down onto Alaska’s bed. “Well, why don’t you go meet the others? I’m sure they’re all still out-“ “Can you just stop Alaska,” Sharon said forcefully, “I don’t wanna go. I wanna talk to you.” Alaska sighed and turned around to close the door. “What’s up?” She drawled half-heartedly, keeping her distance from Sharon who lay sprawled across the sheets looking up at the ceiling, not unlike Alaska had been doing less than an hour before. “I always liked your hair like that, Lasky.” Sharon complimented nonchalantly, lifting her head from the bed, “It’s cute after you shower.” Alaska gave her a small but forced smile, wondering why the fuck it was that she wouldn’t just leave her alone. She really wasn’t in the mood for company right now, especially Sharon’s. “Phi Phi’s proposal was ridiculous,” Sharon went on, “I mean I love her but wow, an on stage proposal? She wasn’t even in the show and she still has to get all the attention.” Alaska couldn’t help but break into fond laughter, “She has to get all the attention?” She looked at Sharon in light-hearted disbelief from across the room, “I’m just saying!” Sharon laughed, “It’s greedy!” “Well, if you want attention like that then you and your fiancé should’ve gotten engaged on stage too.” Alaska commented, the throaty memory of laughter thick in her voice. Sharon sat up on the bed. “I saw you looking at me tonight.” She said suddenly, a little too loudly to not make the mood in the room shift. Alaska’s smile faded as she looked up from the floor to meet Sharon’s eyes, “Am I not allowed to do that anymore?” She muttered, unsure of where this was going, and thus for deciding not to convey any emotion in her voice. “I just wanted to tell you that I noticed.” Sharon said shrugging. The two of them were quiet for a moment, Alaska unsure of what Sharon was trying to achieve, and thus deciding to let her speak next, and that she did; “You know I see right through you, right?” Alaska snapped her head up from the floor, where her eyes had been studying her bare feet. “Are you serious Sharon?” She sighed aggressively, raising her voice slightly, “Why are you even here?” Alaska had no idea what Sharon was up to and honestly she didn’t care for it, Sharon had a maddening habit of saying things, things that confused the fuck out of Alaska if she was honest, things that were better off left unsaid given their situation. If Sharon was taken aback at Alaska’s tone, she didn’t let it show, “I’m just saying that you shouldn’t look at me like that. It makes me sad.” “I- What? God, Sharon can you just leave?” Alaska stammered incredulously, this was not a conversation that she wanted to have, not tonight, not ever. Alaska did not need to know that her ex felt sorry for her. “God, Alaska what the fuck? Can’t we just have a serious conversation?” Sharon raised her voice at Alaska and then her body from the bed, standing so that the two were stood 5 meters apart. The physical space between them was small, but Alaska felt she was miles away from the other queen, she’d felt miles away for years now. “I don’t want to!” Alaska shouted back, “Why does it matter to you anymore? Why do you fucking care how I look at you?” Sharon opened her mouth to respond but Alaska wasn’t finished, “I wasn’t even looking at you weirdly, I was just fucking looking at you. Why do you read into everything I do, but I’m not supposed to read into all the weird shit you say and do around me? It’s so fucking exhausting, Sharon. Being around you is exhausting.” She dragged out the last word, and as the second the final syllable poured from her lips, Sharon began to respond with equal fire, “I’m sorry if I exhaust you Alaska. You’re not exactly the most pleasant person for me to be around either, you ever think of that?” Sharon’s hands were moving theatrically as she spoke, the way they always did when she was mad. “Oh my god,” Alaska laughed angrily, “You want me to feel sorry for you? You’re the one who’s engaged.” Sharon’s face dropped slightly as her voice fell to a whisper; “Well, you’re the one who left.”

The two of them stood like that for around a minute, Sharon’s words echoing off the hotel room walls, taunting them both in their weight. Alaska’s eyes softened, “You know I had to.” “No, you didn’t have to. You chose to.” Sharon whispered back immediately. “Is that what you think? Do you think it was easy for me? Sharon, we were killing each other.” Alaska responded incredulously. “What am I supposed to think, Alaska? We never fucking talked about it. We had a fight and then you walked out. There wasn’t exactly a good old-fashioned conversation about it.” Alaska couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She couldn’t believe Sharon was acting like she didn’t know why she’d left. “Sharon, we were hurting each other, literally, physically hurting each other. We couldn’t keep going, and you know that just as well as I do so don’t act like you’re some victim.” Alaska scrunched her face dramatically as she spoke the last word, as if the thought itself made her ill. “Me leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done and you know it.” Alaska drawled the last sentence softly, shaking her head in disbelief at Sharon’s ignorance to the to the reality of the situation. Sharon exhaled loudly into the space between them; she knew Alaska was right, and she couldn’t answer Alaska’s earlier question, not even to herself, because she really didn’t know why she was here. “I guess I just still feel like we left things unfinished, and I-“ “No,” Alaska shut her down mid-sentence. “Don’t you dare do that to me.” Alaska’s voice sounded hurt, but it still was filled with strength, the sort of tone that was uniquely Alaska. It was the same voice that made her moaning so endearing when you heard it in the season five confessional. “Don’t act you have any stakes left in our relationship when you’re the one who moved on like I never existed.” Now it was Sharon’s turn to look at Alaska in disbelief, “I didn’t forget about you.” “You had a new boyfriend within five months of me leaving, it took me two years to even look at a man the way I looked at you.” Alaska was embarrassed by the amount of hurt in her voice, but she’d never been any good at hiding her emotions, not with Sharon, like she’d said; she saw right through her. “You mean the way you looked at me tonight?” Sharon’s voice was calm and she took a step forward toward the taller boy. Alaska was overwhelmed by the emotions she’d been feeling all night, she still had no idea why she and Sharon were having this conversation; they’d managed to go nearly three years without having it, why now? Why tonight when she already felt like shit? This was too fucking much. Alaska raised her hand to stop Sharon’s approaching form. “Don’t come near me.” She breathed in a low voice. Sharon didn’t stop moving closer, “Lasky…” She placed a tentative hand on her ex’s long face, “You’re crying”, Sharon wasn’t done wiping the tears when Alaska grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away, “I said don’t come near me.” They were standing so close to one another now. Tears were falling freely down Alaska’s face, she was too tired to even try and stop them. They stood like that for a moment, just looking at one another, Sharon’s eyes were wide and tearful at the sight of Alaska breaking down right in front of her, “I’m sorry,” she whispered softly against Alaska’s face, “I’m sorry,” she repeated quietly, tilting her head slightly and leaning forward so that their noses were touching. Alaska could feel her heart in her throat as she felt her resolve melt away in the face of their proximity as Sharon continued to whisper that she was sorry, over and over again, their noses ghosting the slightest touches against one another in the hotel room that was suddenly incredibly warm. “Justin,” Sharon breathed into Alaska’s mouth, “I’m so sorry”. And that was it. Suddenly, beneath the fluorescent lights of a four star hotel room in New York City, they weren’t Alaska and Sharon anymore. They weren’t the two characters who’d torn their relationship to pieces. There was no makeup, no wigs, no microphones being shoved down their throat. For the first time in years, much to the overwhelming terror and excitement of them both, they were Justin and Aaron.

At the sound of his name, Justin released Aaron’s wrist from his grip and grabbed at his waist as Aaron wrapped his warm hands around Justin’s face, tears falling from his eyes at the feel of his once-lovers’ tear drenched cheeks against his flesh. Slipping their eyes closed, the space between them disappeared as their lips met. The bubbling warmth dancing through Justin’s blood with the feel of the Aaron’s lips on his was as foreign as it was familiar. He moaned softly as Aaron grazed his teeth against the pillow-soft flesh of Justin’s full bottom lip and Justin ground his hips forward to crash against his ex’s in response to the gesture. All the feelings of confusion, pain and anger that had been simmering in them both for far too long burst wildly into flames and sizzled in their touch, a passion unmatched by any of Justin’s lovers beyond the day he left Aaron shaken and alone in their tiny Pittsburgh home almost three years prior. Justin’s lifted his hands from Aaron’s waist to tangle the min the soft (he did remember correctly), blonde mess of his hair, Justin had forgotten he had been shirtless the entire time until Aaron scraped his nails down his shoulders, then his arms, pulling Justin’s hands from his hair and holding them in his. The romance and tenderness in the gesture made Justin’s knees buckle as the two boys continued grinding against one another. The friction wasn’t nearly enough. Justin let go of Aaron’s hands and lifted them to wear his jumper met his jean’s, the three seconds in which Justin pulled the jumper off Aaron’s back and dropped it to the ground were the only moments they’d broken their lips apart. Aaron’s tongue was hot and sweet in Justin’s mouth and all Justin could think about was how at home he felt in the mans arms. As Aaron grabbed at the waist of Justin’s sweatpants, Justin felt something cold scratch against his flesh. “Aaron,” Justin breathed, “Yes, baby.” Aaron replied, marking the expanse of Justin’s neck with wet, biting kisses. Justin felt the scratching again as Aaron finished untying the wait of his pants. And then he realised. It was his engagement ring. “Aa- Aaron, stop,” Justin repeated, louder this time, pushing the man off of him. Aaron’s piercingly blue eyes looked hurt and confused, but Justin felt sick. “We can’t do this, Aaron.” Justin took a step back from the gorgeous boy before him, his untied sweatpants riding low on his hips. “Please, please,” Aaron begged, “I need you.” Justin could count on his right hand the number of times he’d seen Aaron reduced to such a mess. “You’ll regret it tomorrow,” Justin spoke quickly, panic rising in his chest, he couldn’t believe what was happening, what had just happened. “Aaron you need to leave,” Tears fell from Aaron’s eyes as he shouted, “I love you.” Justin felt his heart plummet into his stomach, he shook his head, “No, no you don’t, you’re confused or you’re fucked up and I need you to leave.” Justin was practically begging, tears filling his eyes. Aaron’s jaw was trembling as he stared at Justin from those few feet away. Justin realised he was telling the truth. “You’re engaged,” Justin’s face was contorted in confusion as he repeated that phrase for what felt like the hundredth time that night, “You love Chad.” “I- I don’t know!” Aaron continued to shout, he was panicking, Justin could hear in his voice that he was falling apart. “I’m just so fucking confused all the time and I love Chad but I think I love you too and I don’t know how that’s possible and I just don’t know what to fucking do because when I’m with Chad I’m happy and it’s perfect and he asked me to marry him and I said yes because that’s what you do when someone makes you happy but then I see you and I stop breathing and I want to hold you but I can’t do that anymore and I’m so fucking confused and I’m just so tired of being confused.” The words poured from Aaron’s shaking form like blood from a bullet wound. “You can’t do this to me,” Justin replied brokenly, practically sobbing. “You love Chad and you’re engaged and everything between us is always going to be a mess and we have to let it go,” Justin finally realised it as the words left his mouth. This was it. This was always going to be it between them. The two of them screaming and crying and falling apart. They loved one another so much they can’t even act sane in each other’s company; it was sick and twisted that the universe had fated their love to this kind of tragedy, but lying to themselves and saying they could ever be sustainable as a couple was only going to kill them. “Aaron, we can’t do this and you know it, so I’m asking you right now, to please, please,” The pain in Justin’s voice broke Aaron’s heart a little bit more, “Get out.” Aaron just shook his head brokenly, whatever kind of tantrum or crisis of self Aaron was having right now, Justin couldn’t pick him up from it, he owed it to both of them to be the reasonable one, he’d done it before, he could do it again. Justin decided he’d leave and go stay the night in Courtney’s room, it’s not like he’d want to be alone after this anyway.

As Justin reached for the doorknob, determined to storm out of the hotel room with the tiny shred of dignity he felt he had left, Aaron ran forward from where he stood and grabbed Justin’s arm and pulled him flush against him. Aaron cupped his face somewhat forcefully in his hands and looked him in the eyes. Justin tried to look away, but Aaron only gripped him tighter; “Do you love me?” Aaron murmured softly, the gentle heat of his breath whispering against Justin’s lips, vulnerability, anger, hatred, love and sadness all so thick in his voice that Justin felt his already bruised heart shatter just a little bit more. Justin did not hesitate, “Yes, of course I love you,” he whispered, a tear escaping his eyes as he leaned forward to press his forehead against Aaron’s. The two of them stood there silently for a few moments, Justin’s face still cradled in Aaron’s hands, the blue of each others’ eyes reminding them of the ocean of love they once swam in together. A time before the money and fame obscured what was once so simple. The look they exchanged was so intense that Aaron could’ve sworn he was back in Pittsburgh, he and Justin simply watching one another; in bed, over dinner tables, across crowded rooms- so in love and absorbed in one another that it was often hard for either of them to distinguish where one of them ended and the other began. Justin and Aaron’s relationship had lost a lot over the years, but it was never, not even when fists collided with jaws or when screaming matches left them deaf and exhausted, short of passion. “But I don’t want to love you,” Justin breathed into the silence, tearing himself from Aaron’s touch and turning the door handle, “I want to be happy.” He closed the door behind him, leaving Aaron alone in his hotel room, bathed in the angelic swirl of fluorescent illumination and moonlight. In the sudden silence of the room where he and Justin had once been together, Aaron stood still, drowning in the suffocating sense of déjà vu, his ring feeling heavy on his finger.

That’s it. We don’t have the gift of a real ending to the shalaska story in real life, so I suppose it’s fitting to leave them dangling on the edge of what could possibly become of them but that we all ultimately know they can never be.

I hope you liked this story, it’s my first time writing fic and I know it’s a bit of a mess, but I just wanted to try. Love you guys!

#pink sugar #shalaska #sharon needles #alaska thunderfuck #angst #tw swearing #tw mention of self harm #rpdr fanfiction #submission #canon compliant

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chokingonyouralibi · 7 years ago

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Yearly check in

So it’s 3:55pm on the 13th October 2017 and I’ve found my way to tumblr once again for another little life update. Just reread my last diary post and it’s incredible how much can change in a year and a half, in fact it’s actually kind of scary.

Guess I’ll start with uni, I have no idea how but I managed to be the jammiest person alive and graduate with an average 69.5% that was rounded up to a 1st! That’s right ladies and gents, this slacker is the proud owner of a First Class Honours degree in Mathematics!!! Three exclamation marks are definitely necessary considering I went out the most I have ever done this year and attended around 40% of lectures. In truth it all came down to the last few weeks before exams when I crammed like a crazy person, don’t think my Dad has ever been more shocked or happy - he literally leaped around like a little kid.

Onto the most glaringly obvious change in my life - the absence of Jake. As of now we have been broken up for nearly 8 months and I cannot believe how quickly that time has gone by. It was originally an amicable split, we’ve both grown up quite a bit these last few years and essentially we grew into totally different people and luckily we both realised that. The issues came with the months that followed - I don’t think either of us fully imagined how difficult it would be to live in a tiny 2 bed flat (albeit in a block with all our friends) and successfully move on. Here it is in black and white - I was a selfish idiot. I didn’t afford Jake enough respect when I was going out and ‘moving on’ but that was just my way of coping. Our friendship became slightly forced and awkward but the final nail in the coffin shall herefore only be known as the worst decision ever made in my life. It’s hard to get closure when the other person doesn’t really want anything to do with you. I’ve lost a lot of friends from the football but in the words of my wise little bro “if they were really your friends they wouldn’t have acted like they did.” Onwards and upwards I guess.

In other news I have just returned from the most amazing summer of my life - a week in Bali with the spice bbz and then 4 weeks travelling around New Zealand by myself! Forget the amazing scenery, the skydive and the incredible friends I made (Em, Flo, Vez, Kaila, Maya, Laura etc) - I just feel like such a bigger and better person for having gone and done something like that by myself. I had no idea what was awaiting me and I went and did it anyway. One more step down the road of pushing myself out of my comfort zone and into new adventures and opportunities! Now living in Birmingham with my new flatmate Alice (who is a dream) and gearing up to start my swanky new grad job with KPMG woop woop. I am just ready and raring to go. Got a little gang of pals through Alice and also a budding romance with a lovely new boy/man/person called Joe. I literally have butterflies just thinking about him - early days but I am very very hopeful.

Can’t complete this life update without a word on the fam, Nick has just begun his first year at Oxford (braniac say what) and we are closer than ever, literally love him to pieces. Mum is getting steadily worse, her MS is starting to become more noticeable as she tires very quickly now and walks with a slight limp. Things are looking up though as she has just secured early retirement on medical grounds which will hopefully remove a lot of stress for her. Dad is doing good, working part time if that and helping round the house - he now has 3 signature meals he can cook!

All in all a bit of a whirlwind year and a half. Life has flown by and there have been some pretty shitty times, times I’ve felt like the worst person on the planet and I wouldn’t have made it through that without my rugby gals or house gals. However I’d say that things are steadily on their way up, I’m actually quite happy right now and I’m excited about life and all the unknowns around the corner. Here’s to the next chapter of my life!

As always, in the words of Francois Rabelais: “I go to seek a great perhaps.”

#diary #lifeupdate #nextchapter

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umichenginabroad · 5 years ago

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I’m Sorry, but I Can’t Leave Portugal Yet

Well, it’s official - this year’s European Innovation Academy, Portugal, has come to a close. I’m sitting here on the couch typing this blog post, and I can’t begin to even put into words how it feels to know that I may never again see many of the incredible friends I have made on this trip. I am hopeful, however, that we will stay in contact - after all, what else is the internet good for? It’ll be strange to adjust back to work and school, but I’m sure even years from now I will look back at these amazing memories and smile.

The last few days of the event passed in a blur, and ended in a truly spectacular manner on Friday with the Grand Pitch followed by the awards ceremony. My team, Aegis Systems, had the honor of being one of the five finalists for the Quinones Team Spark Award from Nixon Peabody. While we didn’t end up winning the award, being recognized at the award ceremony as a finalist was still a wonderful experience.

To my teammates and my mentors, thank you for all of the help and patience you’ve exhibited in these past three weeks. Things got tense, plans fell through, tempers flared, but that’s to be expected when you spend 10+ hours each day working together. It’s the way that we never faltered in pursuing our goal, never gave up, never quit, and always forgave each other that leaves me with a sense of pride in our accomplishments. I have no regrets at all, and I would not choose anyone else to have shared this start-up experience with. I love you all so so much.

A few pictures with my amazing Design Mentor, Zara, my team member Sara, and my wonderful IP mentor, On.

A few friends and I after the awards ceremony. Pictured: Calvin, Oskar, Emily, myself, and Darel.

The last weekend was a whirlwind of activity, with goodbyes and adventures still to be had. On Saturday, a few of the University of Michigan students and I traveled to Evora, Portugal to wander and take in some of their famous sites (mentioned in literature like Percy Jackson, Dan Brown books, and even the 39 Clues, if I’m not mistaken). We visited the Temple of Diana, the Chapel of Bones, museums, Roman era aqueducts, and so much more.

Pictures of the beautiful sights in Evora, Portugal.

On Sunday, we roamed through Lisbon, bought pineapple pina coladas, flower shaped ice cream, and souvenirs to remember our time here. Then we traveled to Belém to eat lunch and visit the famed Banksy exhibit, which boasted many Banksy originals. We also visited the monument to Columbus, and even the Christ the King statue (from a distance)! Finally, we traveled back to Lisbon to eat dinner and walk around one last time with a couple of our phenomenal and cool and amazing friends from the program. It was an emotional and raw night, without a doubt.

A few famous Belém monuments, alongside the entrance to the Banksy exhibit.

A final dinner, with friends I will never forget.

I’ll leave you all with some takeaways and tips that I wish I had known before I left for the program. Take what you will from them, but I hope they are helpful. To those enrolling in this program next year, good luck and don’t forget to enjoy yourself.

1. Choose a team based on the people. Your idea WILL change, you will pivot so many times that your final idea may have absolutely nothing even remotely resembling your original idea. The people on your team won’t change - the smallest things that you notice on that first day? The littlest things at annoy you? After three weeks of 10 hour days, you will hate those little things with a burning passion. But also know that everyone has quirks, and no matter who your team is, you will argue, and disagree, and fight, but the hallmark of a truly great team is one that always makes up and never puts each other down.

2. If your team does have conflict (and it will), trust me and talk it out right away. Don’t leave your problems to fester, and if need be, they have life coaches for a reason. It will be uncomfortable to the extreme, and every fiber of your being may wish not to bring your conflicts out in the open, but it will make your team stronger (and you happier) if you do it. Tears may be shed, voices may be raised, but the outcome is worth it.

3. Be willing to bend and to compromise. Know that your teammates are intelligent and will approach problems differently than you do. Don’t discount anyone’s ideas and just keep an open mind.

4. Try to be outgoing and to meet lots of new people. It can be really daunting, but the friendships you forge are, in my opinion, worth it a million times over.

5. Don’t discount your own skills. Be confident in yourself and what you can accomplish, but also don’t ignore your weaknesses. An amazing mentor once mentioned that the people around us are our mirrors - look to them and you might just see parts of yourself, good and bad, that you didn’t see before.

6. Cherish your friends while you can. You may never see many of these people again, so make the most of your time with them. Of course, don’t lose touch afterwards! Friendships will endure if they are truly strong, and I believe many of yours will be, as mine became, are.

A few more housekeeping things:

1. Bring at least two electrical adapters. Don’t forget! Europe does not use the same plugs as the US, and you will need to charge many things.

2. Water is a precious commodity in Portugal, and drinking fountains are a rarity. At the supermarket (I would recommend any Pingo Dolce), buy water in bulk (a one or two gallon bottle). It is cheaper by far and you will need it to fill your water bottles for the weekends and at night. However, do know that at least this year, the Congress Center did have a drinking fountain.

3. Water costs money at restaurants, and quite a bit at that. Don’t go into any restaurant and expect to get water for free when you ask for “water”. Ask for tap water specifically, or bring your own water. However, there is also nothing wrong with just buying water from restaurants either!

4. Go out on the weekends to see the sights! I would recommend a day trip to Lagos, and a weekend for Porto. Cascais, Lisbon, and Belém are beautiful. And Sintra is a stunning place, and my #1 recommendation. At least two full days can be spent there to see all the sights.

5. Good luck and have fun! If you have questions, don’t hesitate to reach out to me :)

Onwards and upwards! But of course, I will never forget this experience or the amazing friends that I have made.

Kevin Wang

Computer Engineering

European Innovation Academy in Cascais, Portugal

#UmichEnginAbroad #IPEcascais #KevinWang #IPE Summer19

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