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ruzek-halstead · 4 years ago

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step into my world

pairing: luke patterson x julie molina

written based on the prompt:

"my roommate dragged me out to this off-campus party and then immediately abandons me for the person they’ve been flirting with in class, but you ask if i want to be your partner in beer pong"

university au

masterlist || ao3

"Get up, underachiever! We're going to a party!"

Julie groaned from her place under the covers. It was late and she was already tucked away for the night. In her university experience, she always managed to tinkle with her schedule enough to always have Friday's off. But this semester, she ended up having a full course load, and three of the classes fell on Friday.

She was absolutely exhausted and all she wanted to do was continue sleeping, so she could do literally nothing but watch Netflix for the remainder of her weekend.

But her roommate and (current questionable) best friend was not having any of it.

"Carrie just texted me. There's a party at this frat on campus. We have to go!"

Julie let out another loud groan.

"We don't have to do anything. You can go. You're probably going to hang out with Carrie the entire time anyway."

After a brief moment of silence, the blanket that was tucked tightly under her neck was violently ripped away and she was hit with an instant wave of cool air. “I won’t, I promise!” Flynn implored.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Your lack of confidence in me is truly offensive,” Flynn replied, placing a hand over her heart to emphasize her exaggeration. “Babe, come on. You need a night out!”

Julie sighed but her wall of defence was starting to crumble. “I’m just so tired, Flynn,” she moaned.

“If you come with me tonight, I promise I’ll spend the entire weekend with you doing whatever you want. Even if it’s literally nothing.”

Flynn looked so hopeful, so excited and Julie didn’t have the heart to tell her bestie no. So, she relented and nodded her head. Flynn squealed and jumped on top of her and Julie could only laugh and try to keep her organs from getting pushed on.

“You are the best,” Flynn told her, but Julie already knew that. “But we need to fix this.”

"Uh — that's rude."

Flynn sent her a sweet smile, but the underlying glint in her brown eyes indicated the slight mischief underneath. "I say this with love, Jules. But you look like a mess right now, and we can't have that. What if you meet someone?

"You're just buttering me up because you're going to ditch me as soon as you see Carrie," Julie rolled her eyes and pushed Flynn off of her.

Flynn had the decency to look slightly sheepish. "But I mean, have you seen her?"

"Yeah, yeah," Julie shrugged her off, but deep down, she was unbelievably happy for her best friend. And it was truly the only reason she was accompanying her to this party tonight. Parties weren't really her scene, but Flynn loved them, so every once in a while, she made an effort to attend. And other times, such as today, Flynn either bribed or guilted her to attend.

By the time Flynn forced Julie out of bed, it was already on the later side (but university parties started late and ended late anyway). With Flynn rushing her, she didn't have much time to get ready so she quickly chose an outfit and applied a layer of mascara and some lip gloss. Her outfit consisted of a pair of black ripped jeans, a soft white long-sleeve cropped shirt and she paired it with white converse. It was a nice outfit considering she put it together within ten minutes.

Julie recognized the frat house as one she'd been to before. A few of Carrie's friends were members of the frat, so whenever they threw a party, Flynn always dragged her along. When they walked in, the music was blaring, there were people everywhere and Julie did her best to keep her cool.

Flynn grabbed her hand and dragged her along when she spotted her (almost?) girlfriend Carrie. Julie recognized the group she was with; they were all in the same music program, but they ran in different groups. It was only because of Flynn that she was starting to see them more and more often.

If she was completely honest, she'd noticed them before. She knew Carrie's three friends were in a band and she'd checked out a few of their gigs before. She'd see Luke a lot at the coffeeshop she liked to study at, and honestly, she thought he was gorgeous. Every time she saw him, he was always smiling, but what really sucked her in was when she first heard him perform and listened to his voice; she was blown away. From there, she started to notice him around campus more often, but she was shy and he was outgoing and she could never bring herself to actually talk to him.

But now, he was right across the room and she was being dragged in his direction.

"Flynn! I'm so happy you could make it!" Carrie cheered, shooting Flynn a coy smile and wrapping her in a hug. They were so adorable, Julie couldn't help but smile. "Jules! I see she dragged you out again."

Julie returned her playful grin. "She's very convincing when she bargains."

"Well, I'm not sure if you've all met," Carrie continued, referencing to the three boys around her. Reggie was chugging his red solo cup and Alex and Luke were quietly whisper-arguing. "This is Alex, Luke and Reggie. They're in this tiny band no one really likes. I think it's called Sunset Swerve or something."

Alex and Luke instantly snapped out of their argument, and the three of them chorused, "Sunset Curve!" in annoyed and whiny tones.

"Yeah, that's what I said," Carrie waved them off, turning back to Flynn. "Hey, I was wondering if we could talk?"

Julie peeked over at Flynn, who seemed to pale slightly. There were very few times Julie had seen Flynn lose her cool, and this happened to be one of them. When Flynn looked over at Julie for approval (since Julie really hated being left alone at parties), Julie nodded enthusiastically and shot her friend a supportive smile.

"Go ahead!" She encouraged with a nod. "I'll just be around."

"Don't worry!" Reggie interrupted, wrapping an arm around Julie's shoulders. She jumped slightly in surprise but he honestly looked like he wouldn't even hurt a fly, and she felt oddly comfortable. "We'll take good care of her!"

Feeling satisfied, Flynn walked off with Carrie. Julie was already dying to know the details of that conversation, but she'd have to wait. Reggie had already removed himself from her, promising to get them all a round of drinks. But Alex and Luke were still whispering to each other, and Julie felt unbelievably awkward, so she started retreating slowly.

Luke caught her eye and immediately stepped closer. "Hey, where are you going?"

She was sure she looked like a deer caught in headlights because she didn't expect them to notice, much less care. And she definitely didn't expect Luke (the stranger she's had a crush on from a distance for months now) to actually talk to her.

"Yeah! We're supposed to keep you company," Alex added, smiling cheerily. His easy going attitude helped her relax.

"Oh, sorry," she mumbled, blushing. "I just thought —"

Alex shook his head, grabbing her wrist to pull her closer. "Nonsense. We would love to get to know you. Jules, is it?"

"It's Julie, actually," she replied. From her other side, Luke was watching their interaction intently. His hot gaze made her nervous, but she fought to ignore it and not make a fool of herself. "You all are in the music program too, right?"

From the corner of her eye, she noted Luke's surprised and slightly impressed expression.

"Yeah!" Alex smiled. "I'm mostly in instrument classes right now; I play the drums. What about you?"

"Composition, mostly," Julie responded. The fact that Luke had yet to say anything since calling for her attention was still unnerving to her. "I'm starting vocal classes next semester."

Alex glanced at Luke, but when he didn't say anything, he rolled his eyes. Unbeknownst to Julie, Luke was a little starstruck and a whole lot speechless. "So is Luke!" He jabbed him with his elbow and Luke whined in response. "He' s our lead singer. He's okay, I guess."

Luke shot Alex a dirty glare and returned his gaze to Julie, and for the first time since they'd starting talking, she didn't tear her eyes away from his. "Have you uh — have you seen us play at all?"

"Yeah, I have," Julie nodded, fighting off the blush she could feel crawling up her neck. "A few times, actually. You guys are really good, by the way.”

A slow, but breathtaking smile spread onto Luke’s face. Alex watched on in amusement.

“Hey, Patterson!” Luke whirled around when his name was called. Another member from the frat was hollering at him from the beer pong table. “Want to tag in? Grab a partner!”

Before Luke had even turned back to face them properly, Alex was already tagging out. “The answer is no,” he stated defiantly, then leaned in to whisper to Julie, “He yells at me every time I miss.”

“You miss all of them!”

“I’m not good at throwing things!”

“Then why do you even p — You know what? Never mind. Julie, you in?”

At Luke’s invitation, her eyes widened and she nearly choked on her own spit. “Uh — me? Are you sure? I’ve never played, I’m probably not any good.”

“Something tells me he won’t yell at you like he does at me,” Alex commented, smirking wildly.

Luke shut him up with a glare. “It’ll be fun!”

“Yeah, okay,” Julie relented.

She was here anyway, may as well have a good time. Plus, her super attractive crush was the one requesting her assistance so how could she possibly turn that down?

“Have fun, you two!” Alex shouted behind them. When Julie peeked behind her, he was still smirking.

“Just ignore him,” Luke mumbled, and Julie jumped when she realized he was whispering in her ear. He placed a gentle hand on her back to guide her on which end of the table they were supposed to go. “You ready?” He asked with a wolfish smirk.

Julie glanced at Luke, the cups set up on the table, and the two frat boys they were playing against. “No, not at all. Can you explain this to me, please?” She asked quietly in embarrassment.

“Hey,” Luke ducked to meet her eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed, this is just for fun! You just want to throw this ball,” he held a white ping pong ball in the palm of his hand, “into any of those cups.”

Julie looked at the ball and up into Luke’s eyes. He was smiling and she was filled with a surge of confidence. “I’m ready. Let’s do it.”

Luke held his palm closer to her. “You’re up first, Brown Eyes.”

Julie barely even minded the newfound nickname because she was so focused in aiming for the cups. The chances it would go disastrously were pretty high, but Luke was so supportive and chanting positive things in her ear, so she ignored it all.

When she threw the first ball, she missed horribly.

“You’re already doing better than Alex!” Luke laughed, touching her wrist comfortingly.

She was embarrassed but he didn’t seem to mind her failure.

Luke took the next shot, and of course, he nailed it. The opposing team missed both their shots, and it made her feel a tiny bit better.

“You just have to relax,” Luke told her, in a soft and comforting voice. “Just relax your shoulders and focus on one cup.”

She followed his direction, and she could hardly believe her eyes when she actually sunk a cup. The crowd that had formed around them cheered, but all Julie could focus on was Luke’s excited laughter, and she found herself throwing her arms around his neck in excitement. Mortified, she pulled away. “Oh God, I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize,” Luke replied, smiling softly. “You did great!” He managed to sink another cup, but so did their opponents. Luke picked up the cup and offered it to Julie. “Do you want me to drink it?”

But Julie was on a high, so with a confident smirk, she grabbed the red cup and gulped it down as fast as she could. She could feel it dribbling down her chin and she squeezed her eyes closed to help with the unpleasant taste. Luke was more impressed than ever, but also slightly concerned, as her reaction didn’t strike him as the type that drank often.

He placed a hand on her waist and leaned in to catch her eyes. “Hey, you okay? You good?”

“I’m fantastic,” Julie replied, slamming the cup down with a newfound ferocity. She grabbed the ball out of his hand and sank another cup.

In quite possibly one of the quickest rounds of beer pong Luke had ever played, they were nearing the end with two cups left to sink, whereas their opponents still had four. It seemed as if Julie had awakened, and she was having the time of her life; Luke loved watching her so carefree and happy. He didn’t know her too well, but seeing this side of her only made it clearer to him that he wanted to get to know her more.

They had the chance to end the game once and for all, but Julie had missed her previous shot and her confidence was wavering.

“You got this, Jules,” Luke cheered quietly in her ear. They’d each downed quite a few beers, and it was safe to say he was officially a bit tipsy. It didn’t help that she was so beautiful and looking amazing; his mind just wouldn’t stop.

When she made the shot with ease, he realized the pressure was all on him.

He also realized that he might actually be in love with this girl.

“You’re amazing. Will you go out on a date with me?”

Luke ended up blurting out these words to an unsuspecting Julie, and this time, she really did choke on her spit.

But the beer had gone straight to her head, and she was feeling a bit spacey. Her brain wasn’t connecting with her mouth and she wasn’t able to form an answer in an appropriate timely manner.

The crowd was cheering so Luke awkwardly grabbed the ball to make his (possibly) last shot. Julie could see the hesitance in his eyes, and she couldn’t help but feel guilty.

So, she leaned her hands on Luke’s shoulder to lower him to her height and she placed her lips close to his ear. “If you make this shot, I’ll go out with you.” Then she placed a kiss on his cheek before backing off.

He turned to her with wide eyes and a surprised smile.

“That really lessened the pressure,” he teased, and was delighted when she blushed.

The pressure was really on now. If he could make this shot, it would be incredibly impressive. Not only to him and Julie, but to the crowd that had accumulated around them.

Luke took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment and took the shot. It felt like slow motion, and it was only when he heard the crowd cheering that he realized he sunk the ball, and subsequently, won the game.

Julie cheered from his side, and when he turned to face her, he was ready to catch her when she threw her arms around his neck this time. “That was amazing! Thank you for asking me to do this!”

He held her for a moment longer, but eventually parted. As new teams formed for the next round, he grabbed her hand and pulled her off to the side. “Are you okay? You drank quite a lot in such little time. Are you feeling okay?”

Julie’s heart warmed at his concern. “I’m feeling really good right now, Luke.”

“And did you really mean what you said?” He asked shyly. “About the date, I mean.”

Julie’s smile widened. “Yeah, I did. Ever since I saw you perform with your band, I’ve sort of had this thing for you.” Realizing what she said, her eyes went wide. “Wait — I don’t think I was supposed to tell you that.”

“You have?”

And to Julie’s surprise, and slight discomfort, he started laughing.

“Wait, no, I didn’t mean it like that!” He interrupted, realizing what his actions caused. “It’s just — I’ve seen you at the coffeeshop so many times and I just always thought you were really beautiful, and I knew you were Flynn’s friend but I didn’t want to say anything because well, I’m really not good with rejection. So, this is weirdly hilarious to me right now. That what Alex and I were talking about earlier. He knows, obviously, and wouldn't stop teasing me.”

Julie started laughing with him.

“So tonight was what? Fate?”

Luke’s gaze burned into her eyes. “Whatever it was, it was perfect timing.”

“Yeah, I’d agree.”

At the intensity of his gaze, she could feel herself rising up on her tiptoes and leaning forward. His eyes were so captivating, and the way his lips twisted into a soft grin was just too much for her slightly inebriated brain.

Julie just really wanted to kiss him.

Luke met her halfway, pressing his lips softly against hers. As soon as their lips met, Julie’s hand rested on Luke’s chest and a satisfied sigh left her mouth. They were still in public, and Julie was never a fan of PDA, so she pulled away shortly after. But looking into Luke’s eyes again, and his adorable smile, she couldn’t help but lean in to kiss him again.

“I fucking knew it!”

The two of them could faintly hear Alex’s loud voice over the party, but they both ignored it.

“Where’s Flynn? FLYNN! Look at what our children are doing!”

hope you enjoyed!

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kneebleed · 4 years ago

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i left (my heart in your hands)

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This was written for @phandomreversebang‘s face the music edition (which was my favourite tbh).

The fic was based on @schnaphan‘s prompt (and who’s art you can find here), and the beta was @simonlikesdnp; thanks to both of you for being around this journey!

On that trip to Amsterdam (that had to last two months, but somehow it stretched when he met him), Dan wanted to pretend like he was someone else for a while. He remembers that he created a story of a perfect guy and gave him a name (that he now couldn’t remember) just to do that.

The lie that Dan planned to tell back then didn’t last more than a few hours though, if he recalls correctly; the memories of the trip were all rose-tinted, blended on a canvas full of blemish images. Some images felt like they wanted to stay there for eternity, especially the ones that occurred at the end.

He remembers meeting him like it just happened a few seconds ago. It was his favourite anecdote of the whole trip and the one that stood out more than others. Dan couldn’t bring himself to forget about his eyes and the shape of his mouth, how could he? Dan falls in love with them, and that isn’t that type of feeling that you can erase from your heart whenever you want to.

----

Dan sat at the Easy Times Coffeeshop’s outside tables, looking towards the pizzeria that was at the side of the shop, silently regretting his decision of the place where he wanted to eat that Sunday afternoon. Dan wanted to go somewhere else, but he didn't want to be rude, so he stayed at the coffee shop.

The streets didn’t look that crowded that day, surprisingly. Maybe it was because the air was cold and people wanted to stay at home, although Dan wasn’t that sure about that; the breeze was perfect to buy a coffee and just enjoy the view.

A man with a camera walked close by the coffee shop; Dan didn’t pay that much attention to him at the start, not until the photographer took a picture of him, trying to be subtle.

“What are you doing?” Dan said to him, trying to hide the blush that was starting to form in his features.

“Trying to capture the essence of beauty in front of me.”

“Yeah, the facade of this place is beautiful, isn’t it?” Dan was trying to keep it cool, using his abilities of acting that he lost some years ago.

“You could say that, yes,” he sat down at Dan’s table, “but I wasn’t focusing my lens on that, to be honest,” he smiled at Dan. “I’m Phil, by the way.”

“Dan,” he smiled nervously, completely throwing his false name under the bus. “Are you always this flirtatious, Phil?”

“Only with the guys that deserve it, and you, Dan, are a piece of art.”

----

Phil gave Dan the picture that he took of him the first time they met on their first date, and Dan didn’t doubt a second when he decided that he was going to keep that picture and all of the other pictures that Phil gifted him in a box. Dan was holding that picture in his hands now, and what can he say? Phil did capture him that day in all the ways that he could have done.

Dan’s feelings for Phil grew every time that they met, and he thinks that the first thing that caught his eyes was Phil’s smile. Dan misses that smile every single minute since their parting; Dan was suffocating on his feelings and the things that he left unsaid.

The conversations that Dan and Phil had under the moonlight drinking tea, coffee or anything was everything for Dan. Those conversations were so fun, why did he let them fade away? They could spend hours talking, only stopping to catch their breaths. Dan felt so happy, at ease, during those three months that they spent together, but now even the tiny things can piss him off or make him feel sad.

Dan closed his eyes for a moment, trying to find calmness once more, only to get memories floating around his mind again.

---

Amsterdam had something called Museum Night that they celebrated the first Saturday of each month, and Phil wanted to take Dan with him around some of the 50 museums that were open that first Saturday night of July.

They walked around the city holding hands, laughing and enjoying their time; every time that Dan looked at Phil’s eyes, he felt content, and so did Phil.

“The city looks wonderful tonight, isn’t it.”

“Do you want me to give you compliments?” Dan laughed at Phil’s response.

“Always.”

“The night looks wonderful just like you; the stars should be jealous of how much you’re glowing tonight.”

“You never disappoint,” Dan chuckled. “At what museum are you taking me, anyway? You never told me.”

“We’re going to Mediamatic; I have a feeling that you’re going to enjoy it.” Phil smiled at Dan, taking the camera hanging on his neck on his hands, aiming the lent at Dan, “smile!”

---

And Phil was right; Dan did enjoy his time at Mediamatic. He smelled and tasted things that amazed him, and Dan was sure that he would go back to that museum, trying to build new memories that don’t have Phil on them.

Dan knows damn well that trying to forget Phil was going to be difficult, especially with the box full of pictures of him and Phil at Amsterdam, drinking coffee or just admiring the view of the city where they were staying.

A part of Dan wants to set fire into those pictures, completely erasing Phil Lester from his life, but he knows that just the thought of that was unbearable because, even after one month of not seeing Phil’s face, Dan could still feel his knees tremble just imagining it.

The days can feel so long now that Dan doesn’t have someone to spend them with, and even if that sounded cheesy, they were Dan’s true feelings. He cared and gave too much, but when the opportunity came, Dan couldn’t give what Phil asked him; Phil expected a lot, and Dan wasn’t enough to fulfil his wishes, not that last time.

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Dan knocked on the door to Phil’s apartment with a bad feeling on his gut; Phil sent him a message a few minutes ago, saying that they needed to talk, and that phrase was enough to send him in a bad mood.

“Hi,” said Dan softly, trying to hide his nerves, once Phil opened the door.

“Hello,” Phil smiled back, seemingly calm. “C’mon in, do you want something to eat? We could order take out if you would like.”

Phil was trying to delay the time, maybe to have their last date, and Dan went along with him, taking his time to look around the flat, spotting a few boxes lying around the floor, and he was sure that some of the decorations that Phil had around before weren’t there anymore. Dan felt a knot forming on his throat, but he decided to ignore it, and just enjoy the evening that they had in front of them.

They ordered pizza and drank a bottle of wine that Phil had in his flat, and after a few hours, Dan brought up the main reason why he was at Phil’s apartment that night.

“You said that you wanted to talk with me?”

“Yeah, I-” Phil wasn’t looking at Dan’s eyes anymore.

“Phil? Is everything alright?”

“Yes! I just-” he let out a sigh, “I got promoted.”

“Oh my God, Phil! That’s awesome!” Phil wasn’t matching Dan’s enthusiasm. “Or it isn’t? Can you deny the offer if you wanted to?”

“It was a great deal; I couldn’t seem to deny it, and I do want the job, to be honest, but…” Phil looked at Dan then, “the job is in Spain.”

“Oh,” Dan couldn’t ignore the boxes that were around the flat anymore, “I should have seen that coming, I guess.”

“They gave me a few boxes to start with the moving process as soon as possible.”

“Makes sense.”

“They even offered me a flat too, and I mentioned that I had a boyfriend.”

“Where are you going with this?”

“Dan, do you want to go to Spain with me?”

---

He said no, and he left Phil there, at his flat at Amsterdam with Dan’s heart between his hands; Dan went back to England two weeks after, with a box full of memories and the ghost of Phil’s lips on his.

Dan misses Phil with his entire being, and he regrets saying no to him that night; he doesn’t even remember why he did that. They could have had a future full of wonders, but Dan acted like a coward because he was scared of commitment.

Dan holds the memories of that trip that lasted more than expected close to his heart, and yeah, maybe he won’t burn the pictures that he has, or forget about Phil’s face and name, and Dan doesn’t even know how long it would take for him to heal completely.

He left his heart at Amsterdam, where he could dream and nights were long, but he wouldn’t change a thing, because loving Phil felt amazing, and Dan couldn’t want anything else.

#phandom #phanfiction #phanfic au #my phanfic #phan angst #light angst

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onthevirgeofdestruction · 4 years ago

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35 Q’s for Fanfic Writers

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I’m having a shitty, rude alter-y, crap night so I’m just going to answer all of these to distract myself and focus and to not bother anybody just making my own post and putting it under the cut btw, notice to anyone not aware: since I’m moving I won’t likely be updating anything until I’m done doing so.

1. From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!) 3/5? Could use more editing and description and can be weirdly paced.

2. Why do you write fanfiction? Because it’s better than focusing on pain 24/7.

3. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works? I don’t seem to have a specific narrative voice that people recognize but I’m pretty proud of mostly organic dialogue.

4. Are there any writers that inspire you? as a rule i never look up to anybody for inspiration but there’s some stuff in my ao3 bookmarks I fawn over.

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of? Right now, none of them. It changes normally, anyway. If get too proud then I’d get my ass kicked by RSD if someone didn’t like it so it’s safer this way

6. What element of writing do you find comes easily? Dialogue.

7. What element of writing do you struggle with most? Organic description, poetic language kind of stuff. I can paint a scene but I’m not so great with bring out out a feeling with description alone.

8. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write? Janus and Virgil are probably tied. They both have things I struggle with but I don’t have to go back and do much adjusting of language and tone with them. Though admittedly my Virgil is signifigantly more foul-mouthed than canon and I tend to prefer pre-AA feral asshole Virgil.

9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write? Patton. I write him the least, so people can probably tell. I love Patton, I really do, but it’s so hard to keep away from fanon Patton.

10. What’s your favorite genre to write for? Angst w/ H/C obviously. Or if you’re talking about regular book genres, Fantasy. I fucking love fantasy world building.

11. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most? Trauma. I blame Daeram. As if Ayri isn’t a giant Angst Demon.

12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about. Slopes. I’m really into it. I’ve got three one shots running right now. Patrons can read the first part of the unnamed cat remus one, there’s also a coffeeshop au tropey nonsense one like eglantine & lycoris, but Slopes is addiction angst. Mmmmm. Virgil is addicted to coke and alcohol and will listening to his friends even be in time? Who knows, especially not me, but there’s already over 30k.

13. First fandom you ever wrote for? InuYasha. Or was it Harry Potter? Or shit, The Blue Sword? Fuck, I’ve been writing for a long time, I really have no idea.

14. What’s your favorite fandom to write for? Sanders Sides. The characters are the perfect dynamic for writing since they exist in balance of each other and the popular, easy to project on archetypes featured are incredibly fun to do basically any scenario with.

15. What’s the weirdest fandom you’ve ever written for? Weird storywise? Kingdom Hearts? I can’t even follow the plot anymore. Weird Fandomwise? Sanders Sides. Its simultainiously the fluffiest and angstiest nonsense at the same time.

16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)? Vampires. Gay ones. Gay Vampires. I also love calm tol and angy smol.

17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for. Any tropes that normalize incredibly toxic behaviour or tropes that are inherantly ableist, but I can’t think of any.

18. Wildest fic you’ve ever written? Incorrigible continues to be complete nonsense.

19. Do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between? AUs. I mean closest I even have is canon-divergence other than a single short.

20. Gen fic or shippy stuff? I like it when there is gay nonsense along with a plot that is treated as more important than the relationship the most. But I like both. There’s more shippy stuff in tss so i read more shipping action by default.

21. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!) Anxceit/Sleepxiety, but in general, give me darksides or give me death/j

22. Do you listen to anything while you write? Almost everything I write has a special playlist I listen to to help me write it, but otherwise I listen to my Nyan playlist, an alter is picking the tunes, or a voidfam playlist. I never have music off. When my internet is down I just listen to the songs I own or Anxiety’s theme on loop.

23. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas? I’m fine with all of them. I love working with prompts but I tend to deviate. And I’ve never done a challenge since I can’t do deadlines and bad things happen bingo never sent me a card and I applied three times.

24. One-shots or multi-chaptered works? I am generally multi-chaptered stuff, but I’ve been working on a few one-shots lately that are much longer than most one shots.

25. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them! I was originally thinking of doing some little 13-year-old Dreaming!Roman (y’know, the one with a job) shorts but it turns out I just had an alter of that little bastard and that’s why I inexplicably know more about him then I ever even considered. I still might do them after Dreaming is done. But that’s paced so slowly who knows when that might happen. Otherwise I put stuff in my notes and just do shorts of it if I’m like “oh you know what’s cool???” but since I can’t daydream maybe this question doesn’t apply to me.

26. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try? I want to do more autism stuff, and I’ve had it demanded a few times, but I’m scared of being that explict about it for some reason. Possibly because I might be, possibly because I’m scared of doing it wrong even though I’ve accidentally coded multiple characters autistic. I’m scared of explictly tagging them as such, too.

27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received? That I can remember off the top of my head? I’m going with one from @a-genz-with-trauma-and-kins. It really helped me out and was just so kind and literally the best christmas gift I got in 2020.

28. How well do you handle criticism when it comes to your writing? I can handle it alright but Daeram is a little fucking pissbaby about it. Constructive criticism helps people get better, so I appreciate it. I can’t handle critism that is incomplete, though. “i just don’t get it” or “I don’t know I don’t like it” kind of things. If I can’t understand the why to fix it then things get out of control. And then I spiral and RSD for like four days minimum. If it came from an anon or a troll, too, It might not bother me for as long. Things that are just like “this is shit and you should feel bad” just make me laugh. Couldn’t even bother to read it long enough to insult me proper? I don’t care.

29. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out? I have a few times. Mostly in shorts and prompts, I think. I think they turned out okay. They’re not particularly inspired or anything.

30. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst? Depends on my mood. Am I triggered? give me the fluff. Am I vibin? Angst.

31. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them! Fuck, fam, no, I can’t, I have so many. I have multiple original stories and some of them have very large casts and like holy fuck. Or do you mean in Sanders Sides fandom? Um, Morgan and Thorn in PD. The lesbian and her himbo dynamic. I love them. They’re dorks. Morgan is strong person with sharp tongue and soft romantic heart and Thorn is just so kind and so dumb and so exciteable he’s like a puppy. They were just filler characters and I got attached to them. Felton even gets redemption for being an ass later in PD, like oof i never intended to include so much OC content, especially for names I just picked randomly.

32. Summarize a random fic of yours in 10 words or less. nope I’m doing all of them because these are fun plea for my new self: 2 gay vampires, 4 humans, 1 braincell dreaming while I wake: trauma child needs therapy and so do you break: big oof, oh dragons, oh why, go virgil go rebuild: virgil is so not okay there’s more virgil to deal painful death: gay teens drink themselves into a new religion stargazing: whoops we didn’t realize people actually cared whole castle: everyone will throw down for kid!patton, even you incorrigible: found family with a shot of psychological horror and crack dangerous instincts: wholesome crime syndacite action slopes: addict gets mugged and thinks that’s just fine with him conflagration: logan avoids everything ever like a champ cat!remus: bored fae shifts gay pining from one person to another caffeine cyptids: caffinated gay panic goes faster than regular gay panic eglantine & lycoris: more tropes than you can toss a shoe at storytime: overpowered virgil also overreacts literally always

33. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process? an alter and I write together and I have absolutely no idea what’s going to happen, what I’m writing about, or even what year it is. I often don’t even remember what I wrote. There’s no outline. I have an idea and I pick things at random for it. There’s just notes and an evil gleam in a demon’s eye. The only reason I know more than readers is because I take a long time to edit and some of these stories have fucking alters up in my head who can tell me things. Daeram tells me nothing. The writing demon supposedly has all this knowledge but I have absolutely no clue because he does not talk to me, he just fronts and slams out 9k in a few hours or we cofront to write and I’m like “oh no she didn’t” while typing

34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of. i’m fond of the entire painful death series and I tried to find something I really liked without spoilers in stargazing and I couldn’t so here’s a random thing from incorrigble: “So, what do you do with your friends?” Patton continued on with a megawatt smile. “Grand larceny,” Virgil deadpanned and glared at Patton, who was taken aback. Remy and Andy just broke out laughing while Virgil tentatively sipped his still-too-hot-cocoa.

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want! slopes my dudes slopes i have learned so much about cocaine! like wow! I thought for a minute it was going to end with MCD around 30k but it swtiched from whump to hurt/comfort and I still don’t know if it’s going to be MCD but look at that funky little coke/alcohol addict go, it’s a medical wonder he’s alive! It’s not like there’s what seems to be a little talked about interaction between alcohol and cocaine that causes a toxic chemical to build up in the liver which can result in liver failure and sudden death at basically any moment! Which is part of why it may result in MCD but this time no ghosts! maybe it’ll be h/c with whump elements or maybe it’ll be whump with h/c elements we can’t know for sure

#ayri writes #tw drug mention

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laws-yellow-submarine · 4 years ago

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The X Shaped Mark

My entry to your contest! Congratulations to your followers!

Prompt Choice: Coffe;

Characters: Nico Robin; Nefeltari Vivi

Warnings: None, but I included a little theory

Pseudonym: Barista at the coffeshop

Soft music played in the background. The smell of coffee and baked goods lingered in the air. Today, only a few people were walking by your tea and coffeehouse, near the promenade and the beach. You knew sometimes customers got swayed in by the most curious circumstances. That was one of the many reasons you loved your job as a barista. There were so many interesting people to meet, so many stories to hear. You had seen many relationships and friendships being formed in here. All in all, your work gave you a fantastic chance to view the world from a very specific angle. Right now, everything was quiet – as if the air held it’s breath before a storm.

You didn’t expect many customers today. In fact, there was only one in the guest room right now. She – stunning, with the air of mysteriousness and untouchable charm – came in about an hour ago. With a faint smile and a curious, yet skeptical look in her eyes she ordered a teapot of your famous black tea blend. She took a seat on the table in the corner. It was a bit more secluded than the others and provided a sense of privacy while giving her an excellent view over the coffee shop and the street in front of it. You had never seen her before, but you were sure that she didn’t like others meddling with her business. After you asked if she’d like something else to her tea – sandwiches or chocolate cake perhaps – you left her alone. The warm smile she gave you after you brought her a plate of bagles eased your mind a little bit. Still, you hoped she wouldn’t have any reason to cause trouble. With your keen eye for others, it wasn’t a secret that she held far more strength and power than one would otherwise assume.

You were engaged in your book when the door opened again. The mysterious lady, pushing her long dark hair behind her ear, gave the new visitor a calculating look. It was a girl, or young woman rather. Clothed in fine garments, hair and makeup done perfectly, this other woman came in with swift steps. She exuded glamour and a softness that made her instantly like-able. Though she was obviously wealthy, she showed politeness and respect when she greeted you. You were about to ask the girl for her wishes, gesturing to the empty tables, the girl however made way to the other woman’s direction. You realized that they knew each other from the way the exchanged looks. But you weren’t sure if it was a friendly relationship they shared. The girl with the sky-colored hair agreed when the raven-haired offered her a seat. She ordered a café latte and piece of cake. Your two customers appeared to be on neutral terms with each other, but you could feel the strained past between them with every fibre. You chose to listen a little more carefully than usual, as you prepared the order. The blue haired one was the first to speak.

“Ms All-Sunday,” the girl leaned to her – ‘acquaintance’?, you wondered – and proceeded in a calm tone, “you have some business with me?” The raven-haired woman chuckled and it sounded a bit like a threat. “Indeed, Ms Wednesday.” You looked up and saw her smile towards the girl. It gave you chills.

“I was surprised. It’s been quite some time, since we last met.”

“I assumed it was about time we reached a conclusion for our unfortunate past. Once and for all.”

“That would be the best!”

“Your café latte and chocolate cake. Is there something else, I can do for you?” Call a relationship counselor or something? Your interruption would hopefully manage to break the tension between your customers. Both of them smiled politely and thanked you. There was nothing left for you to do, but to hope that whatever was going on wouldn’t cause to much damage. They continued their conversation as soon as you reached the counter. Luckily neither of them noticed that they were still in hearing range.

“Though, my friend and bodyguard wasn’t too pleased about me meeting you again.” That a girl like her had a body-guard wasn’t a surprise. “Ah, yes – Igaram – wasn’t it?” commented the woman. “How is your country doing, Princess?” “Excellent. The country is peaceful and the people are thriving,” she lowered her voice. Now it appeared that the girl was the more dangerous one. “Are you upset about that, Ms All-Sunday?” The woman replied with a stare, cool as ice. Then she smiled with all sincerity. “Not at all. In fact, I am pleased about it. To harm any of your people was never my intention.”

“I know that.”

That line surprised the raven-haired woman even more as it surprised you. The girl continued softly,

“I know that you didn’t have any bad intentions. You wouldn’t be his friend if you did.” You didn’t know who they were talking about, but you thanked him. He probably saved you a lot of trouble by whatever he did to make the two females allies. It would have been a pain, if they actually started an argument in your peaceful coffeeshop.

“You heard about it. I should have figured.” The woman laughed. Honestly and full of relief.

“How is he doing? And the rest of them?”

“They are doing just fine. Causing ruckus as they go.”

“I can imagine.” Now the girl laughed wholeheartedly, making her blue hair dance along her shoulders. “I hope I can see them again soon.”

“You will. Right now they are quite occupied with some – adventure, but I am sure they will stop by eventually.” There went your hopes and prayers that whoever they were, would never show up near your place. The woman continued to talk about the mysterious group of people. The more you heard about it, the more you believed that it was all made up. The girl however, listened with glee and excitement. She didn’t seem to doubt any of the fantastic tales. Probably because she knew better.

“He is still the same,” the girl concluded eventually.

“That’s for sure. Even after two years, they didn’t chance a bit. Not one of them.”

Whoever they were talking about, your two customers cared a lot about them. Probably more than they would let on. You started doing the dishes, only to keep listening to the interesting conversation.

After a while – and another serving of tea and coffee – the woman asked about the reason for their meeting. She seemed unusually hesitant.

“Why did you agree? You can’t possibility forgive the past?” There was a remorseful look on her face, the air of vulnerability and sincere concern. The girl however, smiled reassuringly.

“Igaram told me you saved his life,” She chuckled, “even though you claimed the opposite.”

“Yes. That incident was a red herring. For a long time I had no choice but to infiltrate certain organizations and get rid of them – I didn’t have any other chance to survive. I tried to make the most of it. And I wanted to prevent as much damage as I could.” You almost didn’t hear what she added with a whisper.

“I hated it.”

“When Igaram told me about it, I started to do some research. I heard about your hometown. About what happened to Ohara. I understood that you did what you had to do. But I am really glad -” she hesitated to continue, “I am really glad that you don’t have to live this kind of life anymore.”

You could see how much those words meant. What impact they had. That there was one burden less hiding in her eyes. That was probably what gave her the courage to continue. There seemed to be a question she needed to ask.

“What happened to that man? I heard that he prevented that – on the plaza…” For a second the blue haired girl was confused. Then she quietly replied:

“You mean Pell. He is doing fine.” The woman almost dropped her cup, as she heard that.

“I thought..” The blue locks danced around slender shoulders once more.

“We thought so too, after he used his powers to fly away with the… - Well, luckily he recovered pretty soon.”

“Then it worked out after all.”

“What do you mean.”

“I suppose you can’t know. This ‘contraption’ that injured your feathered friend was sabotaged.” The woman closed here eyes, seemingly to indulge in the memories as clearly as possible.

“I was convinced you wouldn’t find the place in time. There wouldn’t have been that much damage. When I heard you had been in the clock tower, that the brave guardian – well, that he did what he did – I assumed the worst.”

“What do you mean it was sabotaged? Wasn’t that thing,” she almost spat out the word, only to get interrupted.

“As I said, I worked behind closed curtains to prevent as much damage as I could. I was the one who gave the task to the constructors, I chose the place to hide it – and I told them that the whole construction was designed to be a distraction. It wasn’t designed to be fatal. Your friend only got injured because he was too close.” The girl was outright shocked.

“But how, how did you do that?”

“I was the right-hand man of the boss himself. If I gave an order, who would dare question it?” The woman smirked. Now you were certain that you wouldn’t want her to be your enemy. “It was easy to get away with it.” Her features softened as she continued,

“I am glad that he recovered. Would you mind give my sincere apologies and best wishes to him?”

The girl still looked like she stumbled upon the one piece. After a moment she laughed and agreed.

“Seems like you fit right in with the others.”

The strange conversation turned to marvelous stories of adventures and friendship once again. As the day passed and the sun started to set, your two guests decided to move on.

Now the atmosphere felt like spring. Like a fresh bond blossoming.

As they parted ways, the girl turned around once more:

“You truly are amazing, Miss All-Sunday.” The woman smiled brightly.

“Thank you. But please – call me Robin.”

“I remember that you hated that name.”

“I did,” She paused, as if she needed to push some bad memories aside, “but now it’s the name my friends use. And you are part of our crew, right – Vivi?”

She left the girl standing and walked away – waving with her left hand,

a visible X-shaped mark upon her arm.

#writing contest submission #950 follower event #submission

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rebelmeg · 5 years ago

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Author Tag Game

I was tagged by my lovely @tehroserose! Thanks, gumdrop!

Author Name: rebelmeg

Fandoms You Write For: MCU (with one Harry Potter outlier and a few fics from other fandoms that aren’t published)

Where You Post: AO3, and then I typically share to my Tumblr

Most Popular One-Shot: SI Internship Team, a Tony and his Science Sons fic, with a surprise appearance by Rhodey! This one definitely has the most kudos, followed pretty closely by Iron Savior, and Endgame fix-it that features an older Morgan, some time travel tweaking, and the ending Tony deserved.

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: My Winter Solder/Bucky raising kid Tony fic, How To Save A Life (It Just Might Be Yours). The angst, the hurt/comfort, the soft fluff, the kid Tony and soft dad Bucky, it all worked in my favor.

Favorite Story You Wrote: Can’t pick a favorite child, I can’t do it. HOWEVER, here are the three that are on the bottom of the kudos list. The Harry Potter one that has Sirius finding the Potters the night they were murdered, The Loss I Have Sustained. A love letter from Bucky during the war to his unspecified significant other (no pronouns or specific details, sub in your favorite character), Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree (With Anyone Else But Me). And the half-fic, half-moodboard Frankenstein creation that is my take on a flowershow AU, Flowershop Row.

Story You Were Nervous to Post: For some reason Misfit Toys had me going “What the heck did I just write?!” and I was second-guessing myself the whole way through. Personal and Working Relationships (my take on Pepperony’s canon meeting and how their relationship developed up through IM1) was one I had a hard time getting right, so I was nervous about that one.

How Do You Choose Your Titles: I like having titles that make it easy to remember which fic it is, and I didn’t discover that until recently, when I realized I had a few fics with similar titles, ex: How It Should Have Been (And Maybe How It Was) vs. How To Save A Life (It Just Might Be Yours). The first is an Aunt Peggy and nephew Tony fic, the latter is a Winter Soldier Bucky raising Tony fic. Or kind of obscure titles, like Broken Parts, On The Mend, which tells me nothing when I’m so fond of such damaged, broken babies (in this case it’s Tony and Bucky becoming friends and bonding over a replacement arm for Bucky). Or The History We Have, which is also not helpful or descriptive at all, and says nothing about it being a kid!fic where the Winter Soldier and HYDRA kidnap kid Tony. So if nothing immediately pops into my head that fits the theme, or I don’t have a title prepared already, I’ll scan the first couple pages of the fic and try to put something together from that.

Do You Outline: Kinda? As I get ideas and scenes come to me, I have them laid out chronologically in the doc, and I’ll fill in gaps when I know what I want to happen. But it’s not often organized. It’ll often look something like this (from a BBB fic about a coffee-loving Bucky):

*comes in wrapped up in a scarf, hat, jacket, gloves, whole nine yards, orders a huge hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and cinnamon* “How is it possible for a man that looks like a hobo half the time and an assassin the other half to look cute?”

Do I know who’s talking? No. What you see is all I have, and at some point, that will be extended into a scene, and then appropriately set in the fic so it gets transitioned into and out of in a way that makes sense.

All my stuff looks like this, until it gets lengthened out and made into actual fic.

Complete: I have 97 fics posted on AO3! Which I’m super excited about, I’m so close to a huge milestone! The most recent one was a post-Endgame fix-it Phil and Pepper friendship fic, The Tony Stark Halfway House For Those Currently Pretending To Be Dead

In-Progress: I have 49 fics in my fanfic folder that have their own Word doc, which usually means they’re at least a page long, or about 500 words. I also have a “bits and pieces” doc that’s just ideas or snippets of dialogue or even full scenes just waiting for something bigger to glom onto. That doc, minus the timeline at the end so I can keep it all straight, is 22K. So... yeah. Lots.

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: As for coming soon, we’ve got several Bucky fics that I wanna get done for BBB. The aforementioned coffee-lover Bucky fic, which is basically a fluff and humor coffeeshop AU. One that is currently labelled “Tragic Bucky Fic” which is Bucky’s history as the Winter Soldier, and recovery after he escapes, that one is a “fill the gaps in canon” fic. I’ve also got IMBB coming up, and I have I think 4 different fics that are potential contenders for that one. I’m also doing two other bingos, Bruce Banner and Ladies of Marvel, and most of those are either not started or barely started.

Do You Accept Prompts: I typically don’t say I am, but I am always open to having suggestions thrown at me! Especially in comments on my fic, I have SO MANY SCREENCAPS saved that are amazing fic ideas that I want to pursue.

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: If we’re talking ones that I have already started, I have to say... possibly one called The Ghost and The Machine, which has spy!Bucky and ghost!Tony, and it’s been hilarious! I’m excited to have that one done.

As for ones I have not yet started, either a couple Carol/Rhodey things I’ve been batting around (a meet-cute and a sad one), or a couple BuckyNat things, one of which is a take on Hades and Persephone.

Tagging: @bill-longbow, @newnewyorker93, @the-kitteh, @kimannhart, @summerpipedream, and literally anyone else who wants to play too! Consider yourself tagged, I will be delighted!

#author tag game #writing #this is why writers are crazy #fanfic writing #tag game

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curiouskrp · 5 years ago

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“WELCOMING APT 3B TENANT, KIM JUN !

INFORMATION

age – 25 pronouns – he/him occupation – freelance model and illustrator moved into treehouse – two years ago

PERSONALITY: INFP, THE MEDIATOR

positive –

value harmony

- sensitive and empathetic, jun is highly perceptive towards the emotions of other people. rather than use it to further his own ambitions or hold power over people, it becomes the primary reason why he can’t ignore when someone is in distress. he’s a natural nurturer and a proponent of balance. when conflict can’t be avoided, he will quickly intervene and try to restore order.

creative

- jun’s excited by new ideas and uncommon approaches to life. he sees the world through rose-colored classes, not for its practical facts but for its possibilities. art is an important outlet for him, one where he can go into autopilot and comfortably let his imagination take over for hours at a time.

negative –

too altruistic

- jun tends to overlook his own wants and needs in favor for accommodating others. it’s incredibly easy for other people to take advantage of him, as he has a difficulty saying ‘no’. in addition to that, he sees good in almost anyone or anything, even when it is unmerited, and has a habit of lending compassion to those who have hurt him in the past.

difficult to get to know

- jun’s a private person. those who don’t know him would often mistake his shyness for coldness. slightly self-conscious that he isn’t interesting enough, he tends to let the other person lead in conversations, happy to ask questions but demur when they’re directed at him.

HAUNT

jun stops in the middle of the marble stairway, eyes catching on the banner suspended from the ceiling.

the national museum of contemporary art presents

< E R O S: sensuality in the modern world >

by park ohsik

against the words are a black and white image of a model’s profile. his face is slightly obscured by shadows, but it’s clear that the anonymity is intentional, the main focus being the elegant dip of his neck and the bare curves of his collarbone. the photography is beautiful; he wouldn’t have expected anything less from park ohsik.

jun feels sick.

he thinks back to the last time he was in front of ohsik’s camera, back when they were still dating and jun was still pretending not to see ohsik’s eyes wander. they got into a fight in between lighting checks, something about jun agreeing to do a photoshoot with an old college friend and only telling ohsik today. he pulled jun into the dressing room and launched into a speech about loyalty, exclusivity, and how it wasn’t fair that he was rejecting all these beautiful young models who would kill for a chance to work with him when jun was going around letting himself be photographed by anyone with a camera. it was cold in the dressing room. the window was open and jun wasn’t wearing a shirt. he was tired, hungry, and vaguely irritable from not being allowed to eat lunch because it didn’t fit the diet plan ohsik made for him. and now he wasn’t being allowed to make his own decisions.

he stepped back to put some space between him and ohsik. “you don’t own me,” he said.

ohsik stared at jun for a moment, evaluating. then he stepped closer, one foot at a time, until jun felt his back meet the hard edge of the door.

“no,” his voice was light, but jun heard the danger underneath. “i guess i don’t. but don’t forget that i made you. i took you in when you had no money, no family, no place to go, and i gave you a future.” in one smooth movement, he locked the door and raised a hand to cup jun’s cheek. “you’re nothing without me.”

HISTORY

(one.)

in the kindergarden playground, while all the other kids were busy chasing each other through jungle gyms or swinging from money-bars, jun was sitting on the picnic tables. his legs crossed neatly on the wooden bench, he bent over his sketchbook with a fistful of crayons and a face focused in concentration.

one day, when the bell rang to signal the end of school, and all the children filtered out the door holding their parents’ hands, his teacher touched his shoulder and asked his parents to stay back.

( “mr. and mrs. kim, we’re a bit concerned about jun. he seems to have trouble connecting with his peers. he’s a sweet kid with a bright imagination, but he’s very shy and likes to stick to the sidelines. sometimes he starts to cry when he thinks his classmates are in pain, not to mention…" )

and his father, who had lived his college glory days playing baseball for cheering crowds before setting down as an office worker, would try and fail at hiding his disappointment. when their third child arrived, he had been so excited to finally have another man in the family. someone to toss a ball with, play-wrestle in the living room, and argue about sports in front of the tv. he loved his daughters, but for so long he had been outnumbered by girls, and he was looking forward to watching jun grow up as his partner-in-crime. now, he had the sinking suspicion that the son he had envisioned was not the son sitting quietly next to him. with a mouth full of bitterness, he let go of his expectations.

the entire meeting, jun stared up at his father’s face, wanting to be reassured with a smile or a soft glance that everything was okay. that this was a mistake. that he wasn’t in trouble. but no matter what he did, he wouldn’t meet his eyes.

(two.)

all throughout middle school and high school, jun would drift from class to class permanently in a state of his own daydream. his instructor’s voices would fade into monotonous background noise as he looked outside the window, chin in hand, and doodled in his notebook. art was a curious thing that had unfurled in his palm one day when he wasn’t looking. everything became sharper when he had a pencil in his hand. most days it seemed like the world around him opened up to reveal secrets faster than jun could sketch them down. sometime before his 12th birthday his parents flipped through the pages of his sketchbook, read the writing on the wall and decided that the art thing was a useful thing. behind closed doors they had everything figured out. they evaluated his academic prospects, compared him to what his sisters were achieving at his age, and enrolled in him after-school art hagwons instead of the traditional tutoring programs. he was glad. it was true that jun never liked studying all that much, but still a part of him felt like his parents had a habit of underestimating him, of squaring him inside a little frame they picked out themselves.

still, there was nothing jun disliked more than confrontation and conflict, and he would much rather keep his hopes and plans close to his chest than lay it out for his family to scrutinize it over the dinner table. he knew they wanted what was best for him, and he was pretty sure they loved him.

but he didn’t think they trusted him.

(three.) —- cw: homophobia

university was a turning point in that he finally found his people: art classmates with paint-stained elbows, band musicians with knuckle-stamped tattoos, and all kinds of unconventional characters from the soft underbelly of seoul. he was in his element. at the height of his creativity. florescent and untouchable. but in all his excitement he had confused being out of sight for being free. he had forgotten that he could still be controlled, even from the sky, and that at any moment someone could tug at the rope that looped around his ankle and bring him crashing down.

one night out with his friends, in stomach-sick coincidence, his sister saw him going home with another man.

the following week his credit card was cancelled. the next month his tuition past due. and he couldn’t do it. couldn’t grovel on his knees and swear that it was a one-time mistake. couldn’t ask for forgiveness when he was an adult and committed no crime. couldn’t change who he was again and again, constantly looking over his shoulder, molding himself until his family was satisfied with the result.

(four.)

after he dropped out of school, he worked random jobs to scrape by: mostly night shifts at the convenience store and whatever menial labor crossed his radar. in addition to that, he lived with a friend who would let him sleep on his couch in return for modeling for his art projects. by word of mouth, his name spread to neighboring art schools, and he found himself accepting more offers as a model for hire.

one day, he got in contact with a rising photographer named park ohsik who had seen some artwork of him and had asked around for the subject. he wanted to feature him in his next project. they agreed to meet at a coffeeshop. he ordered him coffee. he grabbed his hand. he claimed it was love at first sight, that he had finally found his muse. and jun, lonely, touch-starved, and hungry for a tender word, fell hard.

ohsik coaxed things out of jun that he didn’t know he had in him. the nerve to pose in front of a fully-dressed photo-crew half-naked, for one. and to gradually become so in touch with his sexuality that he could sell it for the camera with only a little prompting. for a while, with ohsik, jun felt beautiful. but as the months slid into years, the arm around his waist grew tighter and tighter. ohsik demanded all of jun. he wanted to consume him whole. he wouldn’t be satisfied unless he was the center of every aspect of his life, and jun couldn’t give that to him. it was inevitable then, that their relationship grew toxic and twisted and soon broke off in sour terms.

but now, jun had a career. when he was ohsik’s muse, he had gotten acquainted with other photographers, agencies, and names from the industry. he had built a network, and now he was receiving job offers from enough sources to keep him fed and floating. he moved out of his friend’s house, heard of the treehouse in his search for a new living situation, and went in for a visit. it checked all the logistical boxes he was looking for, and if the air seemed slightly off the day he dropped by, it was probably nothing but his nervousness at living on his own for the first time. he ignored the curious feeling in his gut, breathed out, and signed the contract

#cu bio #cu kim jongin #cu infp

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eerythingisshaka · 6 years ago

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#Fictober Day 27

“Remember, you have to remember.”

(Panther!T’Challa x Reader)

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: Gore, violence, smut, assault tw

Graduate school was proving to be more than a challenge for you. You thought you were done with the 8 am classes, stress, overnighters, poor diet choices (when you remembered to eat) but that was your fault because why would a bioengineering major need the best in life to succeed?

Alas, here you were, taking the chance of a lifetime to further your education with the world’s most elite STEM student’s to continue to advance the potential of humanity, with a more diverse facet of people at that.

Your HBCU had expanded their STEM department, which thrilled you as you did not want to take your talents to a PWI. You maintained a high GPA with honors as an undergrad and with a recommendation from one of your professors, you were practically begged to continue, with a full ride.

The auditorium was packed occupants, buzzing and milling around for spots next to their peers. You hadn’t arrived early enough to get a spot that you really wanted but there was an end seat at the front of the auditorium for you to take a spot.

As you got your laptop powered up, the professor walks in hurriedly, typing in his credentials into his computer and starting the projection. The schedule had his name listed as T’Challa Udaku, he only did his class during the Fall semester, and it was about Molecular and Genomic Evolution. You heard he was a bit odd and he didn’t make it easy on anybody, so curving should be left at the door. But you were focused and ready to get the year off right.

Once his set up was ready, T’Challa started things off. “Ok, good morning class. I am Professor T’Challa Udaku. We will be spending the whole semester together to get our brains in gear for some appropriate learning and discipline. Congrats to you all for making it to higher learning! As you should have seen the syllabus lists….”

You look up from your laptop to study him instead, and getting a boost of educational motivation.

When class dismissed, you took your time to get ready to introduce yourself, making a plan once class let out. Once the other overachievers came and went, you walked up to him.

“Professor Udaku, thank you for a really informational first day! I’m really looking forward to working with you over the semester!” You say beaming, offering a hand.

He smirks humbly, taking your hand firmly. “Thank you. I appreciate the compliment. As you know, I am new here and look to be of service any way that I can.”

“Of course. Annnd, even if you turn out to be a bit tough, that doesn’t bother me.”

“Good! I’d categorize that as a good quality for myself anyway. Nothing good comes out of something that is easy. What is your name again?” His hand still grasps yours.

“Oh, of course, (Y/N)! Professor Udaku, I’m really excited to pick your brain. I usually go to the office hours just for the fun of it even. I love to go deep with the coursework.”

He smiles, pleased with your enthusiasm. “Thank you, again. And please call me T’Challa, I’m not that formal, though my accent would make it appear so.”

You giggle goofily. “Of course, thank you. I’ll see you Wednesday!”

He waves you off. “Yes, hump day as I’ve heard it called. Sounds good.”

T’Challa had assigned a reading for the class to discuss during the next meeting. You go to the university library to read up as much as you could on the topic of the chapter and understood it pretty well, but you wouldn’t miss the meeting with T’Challa for anything else.

The library was as cold as the eighth circle of Hell, which was probably best; can’t be too comfortable while studying, or the books will start to resemble pillows. It was almost 6pm, but being Fall, outside looked more like it was almost midnight. You grab the bridge of your nose and check your phone for any missed messages.

Will I be seeing you later?

Just seeing him text you gave you a pang of arousal. You straighten up in your seat and prepare a reply.

Maybe, I have office hours to go to first, remember?

Of course, education comes first. Just don’t be too long, ok? I have plans for you…

You take a deep breath of longing as you set your phone down. You didn’t want to be at his beck and call, but you cursed yourself for wanting so bad to abide by his request as well. It was always a give and take, who held the authority in your relationship, but tonight it was going to be you. No way in hell you were going to let business slide before pleasure.

Walking down the brick street you pass the few shops that are still open, advertising soaps, books, food, convenience stores, until you reach the cafe Professor T’Challa marked as his place for office hours on his syllabus. The door rang as you opened it, activating a hello from the barista behind the counter. You give a small smile as you look around the lightly populated business, searching for your professor. The low lighting making it all the more difficult, you spot a broad shouldered gentleman with his back to you who resembled him. You hated meeting people in places for this very reason. What if it wasn’t him? You’d be walking slowly to stare and smile at a stranger in the end.

All the same, you take a deep breath and stroll over to his table in the corner. You walk past and look around to have luckily found your target.

“(Y/N)! So glad you could finally join me! I thought you would be earlier due to your enthusiasm when I saw you last.” Professor T’Challa says, smiling a wry smile at you as you take a seat.

“Well, I got a little too caught up on my self-studying, that I lost track of time. But I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long. No other students saw you this evening?”

He shakes his head, picking up his cup of coffee. “No, it’s typical though for this early in the year. But come midterms, I’ll be booked.”

“Well, it’s good I can get you while I still can.” You smile, taking out your tablet.

Professor T’Challa clears his throat. “Did you want to order something? I hate to have something and you don’t.”

You look up at him from the glow of your device. “Oh, um, no that’s ok…”

“It’s really nothing. I can just order and bring it here. No harm, no foul.”

You look around the coffeeshop a little. “Maybe that’s ok...just a green tea is fine.”

Professor T’Challa nods, getting up with energy to go to the counter. You take the time to look over your notes, finding the highlighted sections that you wanted more explanation on. When you take your eyes off of the screen, you see to women from your class looking at you over their drinks. When you meet each other’s eyes, they look away giggling into their notepads and biscottis.

Your heart drops when you recognize the behavior. You look at T’Challa waiting as the tea gets made, without a care in the world. He never came off as the bothered type, it made you nervous. Why didn’t he seem to care about what others thought? Did he have any anxieties or insecurities about anything at all that could cost him anything?

You couldn’t risk being there any longer with the gossiping females, so you begin to put your stuff away.

“Hey!”

You look up at the direction of the high pitched voice and see one of the women from the table across the way standing in front of you. Even in leggings and a ratty hoodie, she appeared more gorgeous than you. “You are so lucky to have a class with Professor Udaku.”

Your guards are turned up to the max as her voice dripped with snobbery. “Yeah...he’s a great instructor…”

She nods dramatically. “Mhm! Teaches you a lot, I imagine. A mature, educated man’s man like him should know...a lot of things, yeah?”

You shrug, standing up. “That is his job and that’s why I’m here. To get some study help, so is there anything more you needed?”

The woman looks away biting her lip. “I just needed a little review from one of his students to help me decide if I should transfer myself to a course of his this semester. He is raved about so much already, I think I could fall in line with him too. A little after hours work to some things done…”

You click your tongue at her walking past her. “It’s your life, your money. Do what you gotta do.”

“Oooh! See, what I said? Must be good, she tryna keep it all to herself!”

Walking out of the coffeeshop, you hit a jogging stride to get away from the area as quickly as possible.

“(Y/N)! Hey, slow down!”

You recognized his voice, but didn’t think twice to stop. You pick up your pace to round a corner and cut through the quad to get back to the main road. As you huff along, you see someone coming from the side of your peripheral.

“Whoa!” you exclaim, putting your hands down once you find out it is Professor T’Challa. “How did you come up on me so fast? And from that direction…”

“Are you ok? I heard the last part of what that woman was saying, did she insult you?” He puts a hand to your arm and you brush it off.

“It’s fine! I handled it. No big deal.” You say, annoyed as you walk away.

Professor T’Challa walks beside you. “Listen, I get it-”

You turn quickly. “Do you? Do you honestly, because I haven’t heard of anyone coming at you like that girl just did to me? I could risk academic dishonesty or misconduct because of rumors like that. You might could lose your job, but even if it’s proven false, I’m the whore and you are still the irresistible professor who finangles girls into dates.”

Professor T’Challa looks at you sourly. “I don’t finagle ‘girls’. Don’t use that kind of wording when you’re talking about me.” You cross your arms looking at the ground in shame but refusing to apologize.

Professor T’Challa stares at you a moment before holding your tea out to you. “Here, take this.”

You hesitantly take the warm, not spilled drink in your hands. “How did you run without sloshing it around?”

“I have a very steady stride. Can we continue this conversation in the privacy of my office please? I don’t want to call attention to us, and I think it’s important we get past this before going down any other roads, ok?”

You sip the tea and nod as you both turn to the annex that his office was located in. The building was empty, as no other professors would be there in their right mind, so maybe that was a call to his character.

As Professor T’Challa opens the door to his office, he switches on the light and gestures for you to have a seat. The small office was surely a repurposed closet, but you take your spot in the chair across from his desk. Professor T’Challa takes the stacks of folders and documents off his desk on the floor, to sit on the corner like a man of wisdom, hands clasped and all.

“(Y/N), what’s going on with you? And I don’t mean that accusingly, I’m genuinely concerned.”

You shake your head looking at him. “I don’t know how long I can keep this up without it getting out or without me feeling insecure about it.”

Professor T’Challa looks down, pursing his mouth. “I had a feeling similar to that. I figured you thought the same. But...as long as things don’t get messy, it should be fine.”

“Well, shit, T’Challa. What happened back there? Was a whole damn pigsty of a fucking mess! Someone I don’t even know, knows me and my business, I worry who else does? Who would report me?”

T’Challa gets up to kneel at your feet. “I understand you, completely. Having a secret that you wish was more accepted and understood but accepting it a non-reality is just the world we live in.”

You make a whining noise while hanging your head down. “This semester just started, and it’s already my worst. We have to be more discreet!”

T’Challa takes your chin, raising your face to meet his. “Discreet or not, I’m by your side. There’s nothing that will keep me from you at this point. You have my heart.”

You sigh, feeling your defenses falling. “Are you sure some undergrad can’t come waltzing into your office asking for an A to tempt you?”

T’Challa kisses his teeth, standing up to go back to his desk. “That’s another thing. What is this ‘finangling’ business you speak of? Like I am a casanova of students hearts. I recall you being the aggressor in my office over the summer.”

You put your drink down, smiling all big as you walk up to his back, wrapping your arms around his waist to inhale his scent. “It’s because you are such a professional, I had to make it clear how I felt. I needed the study help as well, but we are grown after all. And you impressed me so, I just had to take a chance.”

T’Challa turns around to face her with your arms still wrapped around his waist, he holds your face in his hands. “I’m a slow learner believe it or not. But I am glad I came around eventually.”

Your lips meet tenderly, audibly smack as your mouths open up to one another, exploring each others depths as your nails carve into his back. T’Challa’s hips slowly grind against you, giving rise to his excitement.

“You think it is time we christen my new office?” T’Challa smirks, gripping your hips to turn you around and lift you onto his desk.

You giggle, unbuttoning your jeans. “These walls have to be about as thick as a strand of hair. Is this the best thing to get into right now?”

T’Challa takes off his Henley sweater, before going to undo his jeans as well. You’ve seen his body before, but it never fails to take your breath away at the width of his chest highlighted by his necklace resting upon it, firmness of his abdomen, and veiny paths winding his hearty forearms.

“Ok, point taken.” You kick your jeans and underwear off quickly.

T’Challa raises his hands before resting them on your thighs. “Ah ah, please. Slow down, I want to savor this.”

Kneeling down, he pulls you forward to edge of the rickety desk, spreading your legs apart for proper dissection. Your head rolls back as your pussy is fully exposed. You weren’t sure if it was relieving to be uninhibited or more torture to be waiting for his touch, but you were ready to progress either way.

T’Challa’s eyes remained glued to your center as his lengthy fingers painted across your lips, spreading your wetness along them. “This is what I’ve been waiting for all night. I told you not to keep me waiting with the office hours, and here you are making a scene.”

You scoff, running your fingers over his curls to urge him closer to you. “I’m not apologizing for my behavior. You owed me a discussion, and I got what I needed. Now, you can get yours.”

T’Challa tweaks an eyebrow at you as move his head side to side, letting you take control as he unfurls his tongue, you pull his head into your center so he can go to work.

You squeak out loud as he teased your opening with his serpent-like tongue, darting back and forth between your lips, holding you apart to keep your thighs from squeezing his head into pulp. Your stomach contracts as your hips buck against his mouth while he flicks your clit like a light switch, coaxing a moan with every stroke of the tip of his. His eyes smiled at you as your writhed from his mouth, he reaches to lift your shirt up along with your bra so your titties are hanging out for his enjoyment.

You play with one of your nipples as you moan his name, no longer caring who heard you through the halls of the annex, before T’Challa stands to take his member in his hands.

“(Y/N), you know this is my favorite place to be; between you, inside of you, with you.”

You pull him down for a kiss, tasting yourself off of his lips as he plays with the tip of his dick against your vulva, eliciting moans between your mouths as the vibrations tickle each others lips.

Entering you made time stand still a moment. Both of you froze under the pressure of one another’s muscles; you squeezing around him, he expanding your walls. Neither of you could barely stand it, but neither of you refused to call timeout. You make moves first, bringing your legs around to try and lock your ankles behind him, making him laugh breathlessly as he leans on the desk to dig into you further. You whine, pressing your hand on his chest, trying to breathe and relax around him but seeing his length inside you threatened to bring you over the edge.

“Bast, how do you do this every time?” T’Challa curses as he begins his rhythm inside of you, you grip his shoulders as you try to keep from seeing stars, but the climax was too good. T’Challa grunts under the waves of your walls around him, coaxing him to cum at once, but he holds out.

“I’m glad I studied before getting here. I ain’t reading shit after this.” You groan, as he picks up his pace inside of you, skin to skin slapping happily your pleasure act.

“How far did you read?” T’Challa asks looking at you in your eyes as he pumps you, biting his lip to maintain concentration.

You shake your head to think. “Uh...fuck, I think halfway through 3? Ahh…”

“Molecular diagnostics? Inspiring chapter…” T’Challa groans, laying his head down to kiss your neck.

You hold him close. “The strides made to be able to study….shit, the inner workings of the diagnosing deficiencies and diseases….God!...have made for a notable impact in lengthening life expectancies….Yes! There, please, like that!”

T’Challa looks at you stressed, grabbing your hair. “That is what I like to hear. Your mind and body, in sync…”

T’Challa pulls out of you, you reach down to stroke him as he spurts his seed along your hip and thigh. Feeling him in your hand, cumming onto you sent you into a sweet elation. You both heave breathlessly as your love wafts in the air, pecking each other adoringly before dressing again.

“I think you will have a good semester with that christening you gave.” You say pulling your shirt down and pants up.

T’Challa smiles, picking his pants up. “It always was going to be. No matter the situation, you have my attention.” He takes your hand. “You won’t have to worry. I have your back, you just let me know about any other disruptions, and I can handle it this time.”

You didn’t want to think about it after the high of good sex, so you just kiss him and let him walk you home.

Hand in hand, your apartment was right on the edge of campus, which was ideal despite the less than appealing people you lived with. It felt so good being with T’Challa, you almost forgot the area you were in.

“Hey! I see you! Hot for teacher, yeah!”

You both turn around and see some frat boy three sheets to the wind stumbling form a house. “I love it, frankly. My TA last year was so hot, it’s just a shame she couldn’t see how much of a catch I was.” He takes a swig of his beer before breaking the glass on the ground.

T’Challa steps up to him, pushing you back. “I think it is time to go to bed, young man. You have had too much to drink.”

The frat boy laughs in his face. “Really? Are you my Dad now, Mr. Rwanda? You can’t tell me what to….” As he lost his train of thought, the frat boy froze, staring at T’Challa in elongated horror before stumbling backwards and tripping to get back into his house and slamming the door.

You looked at T’Challa’s back in confusion, his back hunched, but not facing you, he appears to relax before turning to you again. “Are we close to your house?”

You look at him suspiciously as he takes your hand. “Yeah, but-”

“Let’s head on then. Class is in the morning.” T’Challa says quickly, walking briskly with you in tow.

He refused to explain the situation, opting to pepper you with loving compliments and recollections of the escapade in his office. It was a good distraction as you kissed him goodbye, promising to meet after the next class.

The following Wednesday, students pool into the lecture hall, awaiting the arrival of Professor T’Challa. You sat in the front, getting your laptop out and opening to your most recent notes, ready to start your day. You look behind you and almost instinctively lock eyes with that woman that confronted you at the cafe. She is chewing gum, smiling and waving at you with fake charm. You roll your eyes and go back to your laptop to wait for the start of class in as much peace as you could muster.

Except, class does not start for the next 30 minutes. Students start to leave, because if they knew anything, they knew that class was automatically cancelled after a certain time frame of a professor’s no-show. You sat there in confusion, pulling out your phone to text him as you gathered your things to leave.

“Well, you got him kicked out, huh?”

You hated to look to the aisle for the source of this statement, but turned anyway. “The fuck are you talkin bout?”

She shrugs, holding her hands in front of her. Who wears heels to class, honestly. “I mean, here you are, still probably washing the cum out your throat and he is not. So if he can’t be yours alone, no one can get a turn?”

You step to her, taller despite her shoes. “He wouldn’t want your loose, funky pussy ass any damn way.”

She makes an ‘o’ face, clapping her hands together. “So! You know what he likes! Ok, well school a bitch. You suck him off in between hours under the desk like a good little girl? You setting the curve for the course with that ass, bitch? Don’t know how you gonna graduate now though, surely you’ll have to suck some wrinkly white cock, which isn’t going to be as much fun-”

You grip her wig and snatch it from the top of her head ripping it apart. She screams in horror and a wig cap, running and tripping up the stairs in her heels.

“Don’t come back to this class in synthetic again, bitch! If you had a scholarship, maybe you could afford better!”

The remaining students looked back at you in awe, but you ignored them. She had it coming, and they knew. You look at your phone, no reply. You curse out loud, praying he really didn’t get kicked out for his interaction with that frat boy.

You spent the remainder of your day studying on your own, yawning as you check your phone. 10:30pm, and no reply from T’Challa. You tried calling him but it went to voicemail. You were beginning to worry, but there was not much more you could do than to wait for his call. You pack your study materials and head out to get home.

The chill of the air, made you feel uneasy as you looked up to the sky. Full moon, clouded over a little didn’t help the need to check over your shoulder every so often.

“Heeeyyyy, baby!! You walkin by yourself?”

“Fuck! I don’t need an escort, thanks!” You yell, picking up your pace as you walk past the trees along the conservatory.

“Ohhh, don’t be like that! I can’t raise your grades, but I can make you feel better, no doubt!”

You look over your shoulder to see the frat boy with two friends. This makes your heart rate pick up exponentially as you begin to run.

“Fuck away from me, damn assholes!” You scream, praying someone would hear you, but the campus was vacant along the environmental sciences side. You run through the trees.

“We got a runner boys! I love me some fast food! Bet she tastes like chicken, come on! WOo!”

You start to well up with tears, this impacts your vision as you run through brush and limbs, hoping you can shake them off, but their voices get closer and closer.

A limb on the ground catches your ankle, sending you forward against a tree trunk, hitting your head. You roll on the ground in pain as you hear them clobbering towards you. You attempt to get up, looking ahead of you to see some animal just a few feet away. It was too dark to make out, but it was either a mountain lion or small wolf-like creature bounding towards you while you crawled away. You were in tears now, between the guys behind you and the wild beast ahead, you weren’t sure which fate was worse.

“HEEELLLPP!” You screech, not sure what else to do, you curl up, praying somehow you may not be seen.

“Whoa! What the fu-”

The frat boy was cut off as you heard growls and the screams of someone getting attacked. Looking behind you, the frat boy was being torn apart by the creature. You saw blood.

“Shit! What do we do, Mark?!” One of his friends exclaim in despair.

Mark shrugs, “Fuck if I know! Yell at it!”

They curse and try and spook the creature, but judging by the silence of the frat boy, it was too late. The creature looks to Mark, aiming for him with claws and teeth. Mark turns to run but is taken down from behind.

“Shit, Mark!” The last standing guy looks to you. “Stupid bitch, do something!”

You look at him blankly. You didn’t mean to not help, you were just so frozen in fear. Two people were dead and they didn’t seem worth risking your life over.

He takes out a knife and walks towards you. “I’ll finish what you had coming. Tell your boyfriend not to fuck with us anymore.”

Just a couple of feet away, he is brought to his knees by the creature. Closer now, you could get a better look at him. Glowing eyes, all black and furry. Some sort of mountain lion for sure, possibly panther? It was so large and brutish you couldn’t believe it to be of the cat family.

It clawed away at his clothes, exposing his skin which quickly turn red as he cried out for mercy. Knife still in hand, he stabs the arm of the creature, making it growl a horrendous noise, before taking his head in his mouth. The horrible crack of bone guaranteed an end to his defense. The creature’s head snapped up, looking at you as it crawled towards you. You crab walk backwards, not wanting to be next, but too shook to stand. You could feel its hot breath on you as you sat there, closing your eyes.

“Please! Leave me alone! Don’t kill me, shit!” You beg, tears streaming your face as you prayed silently for it to be over soon, whatever was to happen. The creature snorts an exhale on you before you feel the cold air surround you once again, and a gallop growing quieter away from you. You slowly open your eyes and see that it left you, sending relief over you that felt sweeter than anything else in the world. You got up and found the strength to run home finally. You didn’t want to call the police. What would they think of her being in the woods with three dead white boys? No way in hell you’re getting caught up in that.

Class began the next week, you make it to T’Challa’s class anticipating his absence only to be pleasantly surprised. There his was at his podium like any other day made your heart swell. You couldn’t wait to tell him about the day you had earlier that week. Surely he heard about the guys, but he’ll be so surprised to hear your involvement. You were so glad to see him, you forgot about being mad at his absence.

When class finished, you took your time packing things away as the last of the students filed out.

“Hey! Where you been, man? I tried calling you?”

T’Challa looked at you sadly, taking your hand in his. “I know. I shouldn’t have ignored you, but it was a trying week.”

You look at him worried. “You too? God, it’s the full moon, I swear. Brings out the worst in people. But I’m glad you are here, I really needed you this week though, and maybe you needed me from the sounds of things. What happened to you?”

T’Challa stared at you, mouth agape. “I...don’t want to talk about me. Tell me your week first.”

You sigh nodding. “Well, the day you weren’t here for class, I went to study late at the library. Well, I go and walk home and that guy that came to you before when you walked me home? He came onto me, with friends!”

T’Challa looked at his feet solemnly, biting his lip. When he looked at you again, his eyes glistened with tears. “I’m so sorry…”

Your face dropped as you took him into your arms. “Oh, baby, it’s ok! You didn’t know! You can’t be everywhere at once! I’m alright though. It was just, a lot.” T’Challa holds you as you pull back to look at him. “It was crazy because, they were crazy and surely up to no good, but I’m from the city, I know how to get going, do I did. But then this creature thing came and attacked them.”

“The three boys, they are dead…” T’Challa wipes at his eyes.

You take his face in his hands. “Oh God, you’re taking this so hard, I can’t even process. T’Challa, if it’s any solace, they had it coming. It’s a shame their lives are done, but they weren’t kind to me, even if one of them stabbed that thing. It was the only thing not set to hurt me.”

T’Challa nods, eyes red and wide. “Stop comforting me, it’s you! I just...it shouldn’t have come to that. But I couldn’t-”

You shake your head. “You couldn’t do anything, it’s fine. You had to do, whatever. Even if you had come to class, what would you have done, huh? It was three against one!”

You pull T’Challa to you, rubbing his back again. “I’m just glad it’s over. They were so vulgar, it was infuriating.” He says.

You nod, taking in what he says you then become confused. “What do you mean? You weren’t there to know what they said.”

T’Challa pulls you back stammering. “Uh, I just assumed the three-”

You rest your hands on his arms, focused on him. “And how did you know it was three boys? I know it made the news, but how did you know my creature story was related to that? They don’t know what attacked them. T’Challa…” You squeeze his arms lightly, making him wince and walk away from you, rubbing his arm.

You step to him suspiciously. “Oh, did something happen to your arm while you were away? Let me see…” You life his sleeve to see it bandaged, bleeding through the wrapping. “God, that’s awful. Did you get stabbed or som-” You stop talking to peer up at him. The room was eerily quiet as T’Challa paces the floor cursing himself, “Remember, you have to remember...”

“T’Challa, were you in the forest?” He remains silent. “T’Challa, what was that-that THING? T’Challa! What’s happening, you’re acting so damn guilty!”

T’Challa shakes his head, holding the bridge of his nose. “This isn’t how you should know but...I reacted to the frat boy in a way that would’ve been the end of me here. He just gave me a good reason to get rid of him.”

Your body froze over as you were transported back to that night, T’Challa’s hunched stance, him appearing out of the blue. “Why weren’t you in class?” you ask.

He sighs. “Full moon. The daytime is horribly painful for me as it comes on so I take the day until I...transform and…” He holds his hands out in a voila kind of way.

You back up, hands shaking. “You killed three people...in front of me! So viciously!”

T’Challa walks up to you indignantly. “What was the alternative! Eh? They take turns with you and take your life?? That was not going to happen! It’s not my fault you ran in just the right direction for me to get things done!”

You cover your mouth to mask the sobs, breaking T’Challa’s heart instantly. He holds his arms out to you, but you fall back again.

His eyes widen with sadness. “I don’t know what to tell you. I do not regret my actions because I told you I would handle things if someone bothers you, right? I did that, and it is done. Bast’s sake, I just hate you had to see it and find out this way.”

You sit on the step of the lecture hall trying to calm down a little, reevaluating how things transpired. You weren’t afraid of T’Challa but this werewolf-type shit, what were you supposed to do with that?

“Do you have control when you are…” your voice trails off.

“As a panther, yes, I am still in my right mind to recognize right and wrong. I would not have hurt you.” He walks slowly to you, putting a hand on your knee. “I would never hurt you, that is consistent. But I won’t hesitate to protect you, at any cost. You have my heart, and I want you to keep it for as long as you want it, because I will always want you.”

Your head plops on his shoulder. “How long would you have kept this from me? Meeting you over the summer classes, getting involved with me, you had so many chances.”

He shrugs. “I honestly don’t know. I just hoped I could be seen as normal forever. This is by no means easy for me to keep to myself. I didn’t want you to think I’m crazy or a monster.”

You look at him as he looks over at you, taking his hand. “The last thing I see you as is a monster. I was scared, but...you saved me, how can I be mad at that?”

You felt T’Challa relax as his lips met yours again. In the quiet seclusion of the lecture hall, you had no clue what the world had in store for you both, but as it always does, time would reveal all.

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Nurse Café - Chapter 3/6: “Brain in a Daze, Stars in Your Eyes“

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Fic Summary: Life could have honesty been simpler than that for Hokuto, a second-year Liteature major. There’s, however, someone out there willing to just make it easier on him.

Fandom: Ensemble Stars! (College/Coffeeshop AU) Ships: HokuAn (Anzu/Hokuto)

AO3 version available here.

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Chapter Summary: In a haze, Hokuto realizes a few things and makes a few conclusions based on said things.

Chapter Wordcount: 1.5K words

Chapter Notes: Yes, this contains that good shit we're all here for: pinning Hokke. Kind out of nowhere too, but hey, I really wanted to write about that for some reason lol. I'll blame it on the absolute goodness that is "sir, you're buying too many flowers". That'll do, yeah. This fic was meant to end with chapter 3 and, while I do have the final chapter already in the works, I decided to add shippier chunks like this one and the next chapter. I guess Enstars came back for my inspiration, haha. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this unplanned chapter of Nurse Café, and come around for more! I promise I know where I'm going with this, lol.

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A vague memory reached in his brain in a moment of half-consciousness. A vague, hazy memory of childhood times, of a past illness. His parents’ muffled voices, his grandmother’s smile warming back his heart left shivering. A day spent in bed, because getting up was impossible and he just felt too dizzy as soon as he tried looking up. Dad was there a lot more than usual, so was Mom, and it was weird and odd: he wasn’t used to having them near his bed so much, their hands cold against his skin, their words here to soothe him. For once, he hadn’t felt alone. The vague memory was sweet, despite its bitter undertones.

A tear was falling down Hokuto’s cheek when he eventually woke up from the daze.

Growing back to consciousness was like reaching the surface and emerging out of the water after a long, comatose dive into a warm pool. It wasn’t exactly the worst feeling in the world, even if his head felt hot and stuffed, heavy on his neck. Even then, he still felt slightly less terrible than before, as he could actually sit up, yawning. Not the most gracious way to go about with it, but that’d have to do: he could honestly not stir more energy inside of him to be less disgraceful than that.

The place was still less than familiar, but now, he could at least put a name on it: Anzu’s flat, in the college dorms. Quickly glancing around, almost getting himself dizzy from the sudden move, she was nowhere to be found: most likely gone to attend class, like a model student. Like he should have been doing, in fact, if he wasn’t stuck there with an unfinished presentation waiting for him in his flat and… wait. Those weren’t his clothes.

Confused yet again, he started looking around even more for answers. The curtains of the window were closed, but sunlight still sipped through them: it was daytime. On the bedside table right next to him, the precise answer figured on her alarm clock: it was already past eleven in the morning. The class he had the presentation in? Eight o’clock. Not only had he not completed his slideshow for it, he had actually somehow missed the entire thing altogether.

He glanced at his clothing. Those were cute pyjamas, sure, but they clearly didn’t belong to him. Not to mention, considering how they stuck to his skin, he’d have to wash them and give them to whomever they belonged to: Isara, he presumed, considering Anzu had been with him when he had almost woken up enough to go back home.

Go back home. That was what he needed to do.

Too bad his legs didn’t agree and let him fall pitifully on the floor after a long moment spent contemplating his own predicament.

Still, he rose back to his feet thanks to a chair that happened to be nearby and sat down on the bed, blinking away black spots. Okay, bad idea, he got it: there was no way he’d be able to drag himself out of this without the threat of passing out in the middle of the campus. He was also just realizing he didn’t have his phone on him: he had, in fact, left it before getting his cup of coffee on the day before. Talk about a terrible decision. Well, not that the migraine he was currently afflicted with was going to make it any easy to actually read something on said phone’s screen.

Maybe he should go take a shower… but he needed to ask for Anzu’s permission before doing so, didn’t he? He was already sleeping in her bed, that was more than enough amenities of hers he was using more or less against his will. Ah, that was inconvenient… At least, there was one relief to be found: there was still a glass, a bottle of water and some pills on the bedside table, left there, catching his stinging eye.

This was the one thing he could do, now. Even then, his limbs were still heavily lethargic, so he was slow and clumsy with his hands. Downing a couple pills was absurdly difficult for him, despite how simplistic the gesture seemed in his mind. He was pathetic, this much was clear, but falling back on the bed after just drinking a glass of water was absolutely pitiful for someone his age and constitution. He may have just woken up and tried doing something with his day, and yet, all he wanted to do was going back to sleep…

Still, he should get moving… He felt uneasy staying here for much longer, as close as he was to giving up and falling back asleep. The bitter aftertaste lingering in his mouth made him miss konpeito and, at this point, he’d rather have passed out than having to bear tears coming to his eyes. Why was he feeling so lonely, all of a sudden? He had been alone for so long, he didn’t need to cry like a child over being left on his own for legitimate reasons and—

“Ah, good morning, Hokuto! Are you feeling any better?”

His throat immediately went dry, knotting. He wiped his eyes as quickly as possible and went back to sitting somewhat properly.

“G-good morning, Anzu,” barely managed to make it out of his throat.

He observed her, vaguely following along, when the world was spinning all around her smiling self as she went to pick some things from another room (the bathroom, he assumed. He had never been to her place before this whole fiasco happened, it was difficult to tell which room was which or even how many rooms there were). Her presence made his mind feel better, soothing the sudden affliction he got hit with merely minutes before.

Time’s course was also severely disturbed and hindered by the heat in his head, so he couldn’t truly give an estimate of how little time she had spent in another room before coming back, sitting on the chair while humming a familiar song. If he didn’t know any better, he’d have assumed she found this stuff fun. That made no sense, though, considering he was noting but disgusting at the moment, so he brushed it off as his fever messing up with him.

Which, in itself, was a convenient thought to have right as she took it again, putting a hand under his bangs. Her palm was cold, like Grandma’s had been all those years ago; and, just like Grandma, Anzu didn’t seem bothered in the slightest by how soaked they were. Just realizing this made him want to bawl in his grandmother’s arms again, but he needed to keep at least a tiny bit of his dignity and, as such, opted to swallow his pride instead.

“Thirty-nine point one…” Anzu whispered to herself as she stared at the thermometer. “You’re far less warm than yesterday, but it’s still not good either. At least, your fever’s broken, that’s a relief already.”

He missed her hand as soon as it was gone from his forehead, yet didn’t feel like adding anything to the conversation: he had, honestly, very little energy to begin with and didn’t feel like wasting her time listening to some feverish rambling about whatever his brain was still in a decent condition to emit.

“You should stay here for another day, don’t you think? Maybe just this evening, if you get better during the day. You still look really tired.”

It was odd to let her do all the talking, considering how quiet she usually was, but this he didn’t mind: in fact, her voice was the one sound that didn’t grate against his pounding head, not unlike a cushion whenever everything else was there to worsen it. To be fair, she was purposely keeping it low; or so she seemed, to him, at least.

“Mao had the idea yesterday, but we still wanted to ask you. Can I go to your place and get some of your stuff? I’m sure you’d like to have your own clothes around!”

“Sure…”

Anzu went back to her feet, grabbing something lying on a nearby table. Most likely his flat key, but his unfocused eyes couldn’t really tell from this distance. At least, the world had stopped spinning all around him, it was enough of a satisfaction for now.

“Ah, before I leave you for a couple minutes,” she turned back to him, still smiling, “do yourself a home. I’ll be at work this afternoon, but I should be back by six. See you later, Hokuto.”

“I…” In the end, his resolve to leave had crumbled away again. “See you later…”

As the door closed behind her, he was left dumbfounded. The balm on his heart had started to go cold once again, leaving him melancholic and teary-eyed. He knew about how moody he could get whenever he was tired or sick, but being both at the same time was making nothing easier, and he decided he’d finally give this shower a shot.

It was that or falling back into bed and contemplating his own boggling, confused feelings anyway; and he wasn’t ready just yet to admit to have fallen for someone this way.

#enstars #hokuan #hidaka hokuto #anzu (enstars)#sickfic #hurt comfort #au: coffeeshop #au: college #overwork #fever #otp: konpeito chou cream #fic: nurse cafe

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evakfanficsrecs · 8 years ago

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Liv’s Favorite Fics

Hi, guys! So I noticed that Andie has a link for her favorite fics, and thought that it would be cool if I put all of mine into a post as well.

This will definitely be getting long, so if you’re interested, feel free to keep reading! After I make this list I’m gonna be clearing up my AO3 history and bookmarks (I’m scared of this part haha) but I’m excited to be essentially starting fresh!

In no particular order, here are my favorites!

I'll Be Coming Home, Wait For Me by dahlstrom Summary: The diner AU. Even and Yousef open a 1950s American-style restaurant together - Even is the creative genius in the kitchen, Yousef keeps the trains running on time, and Isak, Chris B, and Magnus are all along for the ride. Falling in love over food while Elvis serenades from the jukebox. Welcome to the Throwback Diner.

Checking From Behind by DickAnderton Summary: Isak is to captain his hockey team this season which means he has to somehow learn to cooperate with the newest addition to their team: Even Bech Næsheim. This proofs to be impossible, especially when nothing about Even's mysterious transfer adds up and his moods are just too frustrating.

Oppfordre (Nerve) by Evenbechbaesheim Summary: After everything that went on last year, Isak's really just trying to keep his head down and cling onto the few friendships he's managed to maintain. Eva still hates him, and he doesn't blame her for a second. In Isak's head, he really is the villain of her story. He probably deserves everything that's coming to him.And then Oppfordre starts.It's just a silly game. A dumb app that makes you do dares for money, using online popularity as a driving force. Isak isn't interested. Not even remotely.Then he notices the new boy across the schoolyard.

Home Is Wherever I'm With You by cuteandtwisted Summary: “Hi. I’m Even and I don’t usually walk around in nothing but a towel.” “Uh, I'm Isak.” “Isak. Mind if I kidnap you for some fun sightseeing activities?”Or Isak and Even keep meeting in hostels around the world and parting with a kiss or two.

Beat that Record by Dutten Summary: Fuck Jonas. All of this is his fault. Fucking Jonas--- Or the one where Jonas tells the squad about making a girl come untouched more than once and Even gets ideas.

love and healing by evenbakkas Summary: A Fake dating!AU where Isak goes grocery shopping and meets an attractive stranger in a jean jacket who ends up leaving as his fake boyfriend.

I wanna hold you like you're mine by giraffingallday Summary: Isak is often nervous and just trying to get through his required semester of Theatre. Emma makes it a little harder until Even comes along and makes it too easy. He might fall in love somewhere along the way.

Name A Game to Play by flowerbedofsouls Summary: Isak asks Even to choke him.

Paint Me a Picture (With Your True Colours) by Evenbechbaesheim Summary: A collection of moments set across Even and Isak's new life together, taking place in and around season 4!

Oh when you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect? by Blueskyblack Summary: "You should really stop doing that", Even tried to reason. It was the middle of the night and though his guard was up, as usual when being around Isak, he wasn't in the mood to uphold it much longer. "Doing what exactly?", came the innocent-sounding response. Even raised his eyebrows at that while turning towards the only other person currently being in this kitchen with him. "Don't play dumb with me, Isak." Even sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, leaning against the cabinet opposite the kitchen counter where the sneaky little bastard was sat with his legs dangling in the air, observing every move Even made. Even let his eyes wander, took in the guy in front of him. Sure, there was no denying this guy there on the counter was attractive. Even could admit that, there was nothing wrong with that. Isak was cute. And attractive. Yeah. He just wasn't for Even.

Life is now. (and now, and now) by FlyByNightGirl Summary: In which the clips for season 3 update, because there is so much more of Isak and Even's relationship we haven't seen, so. Here it is, congratulations.

Fatherhood by secondhandsunlight Summary: A series of drabbles exploring Isak and Even's lives as fathers to three children: Elise, Ingvild, and Eivind.

sweet creature (but we're still young) by kittpurrson Summary: Isak meets seventeen-year-old Even Bech Næsheim at Tyrifjorden on his fifteenth birthday.Or: the one where Isak tries to convince the boy next door to put his hands on him.

soft by ramis Summary: Isak is the softest boy Even knows.

baby won't you let me get it wet by highpraises Summary: Isak gets eaten out for the first time.

(make you believe in) love and sex and magic by colazitron, kittpurrson Summary: Isak doesn't want to turn himself into a girl. He just wants his best friend. Apparently his magic has other ideas.or: The one where Jonas gets his mouth on Isak's magical pussy.

hva er dette? Narcos? by koolranchkidz Summary: The two guys strode down the now barely lit street. Before they were too far away to see, Isak saw the tall one flip his green hood over his head, revealing two words embroidered on the back of his leather jacket.‘Helvete Gutter’+ Or: In which Isak meets Even in first year, and he's a drug dealer

The World Is Yours by princevaltersen Summary: Even and Isak meet again in Heathrow Airport after a year apart.

Knock Four Times by folerdetdufoler Summary: Isak is a senior in college, studying at a university in America. He lives in an apartment on campus with three other guys and works part-time in the student center to help with his tuition. As much as he’s enjoyed the whole college experience, he’s ready to graduate and head back to Oslo, to his city, his family, and his boyfriend.But then, during the first week of his last semester, he steps off the elevator onto his floor and sees a guy sitting in the empty hallway. Isak walks over to see if he needs help with something, and finds out three very important things: his name is Even, he just moved into the building but already got locked out, and he is fucking gorgeous.

That Time With the Body Paint by wordsarelifealways Summary: Even finds body paint and convinces Isak to let him use it.

Insomnia Series by wordsarelifealways Summary: This series focuses on Isak’s insomnia and how Evak deal with it.

It Was the Nightingale, and Not the Lark by dahlstrom Summary: He can’t bring himself to look at Even as he says it. He’s thrown back to that night in the kitchen, the night Noora came home, when he refused to lift his eyes from the floor while Even moved nearer, not even when he was inches away.But you’re not a child anymore, Isak, some voice in his brain whispers.No. He isn’t. He’s not.And so he does lift his eyes, looking right into Even’s, inches away, steady and calm while his own heartbeat pounds in his ears and his breath catches just before he speaks. “I want you to fuck me. I want to know how it feels.”

don't you keep it all to yourself by colazitron Summary: Isak starts buying daily coffees before school at Kaffebrenneriet around the corner because it tastes better than the coffee in the cafeteria and keeps his hands warm. But mostly because the barista is heart-stoppingly cute.or: An AU in which Even didn't need to repeat his last year and instead started working at the coffeeshop Isak passes on his way to school every morning.

weak when you're around by ramis Summary: The first tug is subtle, barely there, but it makes Isak stop mid-sentence and hesitate before continuing.

slid the panties right to the side, ain't got the time to take draws off by highpraises Summary: He looks fucking gorgeous, angelic and sinful at the same time, standing in the doorway with one knee bent and turned in, arms behind his back, shy, shaky smile on his pretty pink lips. He’s in a pair of tiny baby blue panties, they’re partly see through and lacey. They’re little and low on his hips, made for a girl, and they don’t do this much, so it’s still special when Isak does this, and it still makes Isak feel a bit unsure.He’s still wearing his necklace, the gold E nestled in the dip between his collarbones. His mouth is pink and Even takes another sip, before he pats his lap. Isak walks closer, straddling his lap delicately, before he takes the tumbler from Even, bringing it to his lips. Even can tell that he’s nervous.Or, a self indulgent (sexual) day in the life of Isak and Even.

Forget The World by verlore_poplap Summary: Hence, Isak resigned himself to being the ninth wheel and consoled himself with the knowledge that Even was always good for some solid kush and he'd just light up for four days straight. The more he thought about it, the better it sounded in Isak's head. Yeah. This weekend was going to be fucking awesome.

Dreamers Stay Dreaming by bbyfruit Summary: “Isak?”“Yeah?”“I love you.”“Are you saying goodbye? Do you have to go?” Isak frowned.“No, not for a little bit. I was just reminding you,” Even said.OR: Isak and Even navigate love in all its complications - after ten years together, a daughter, and jobs that take them away from each other, but it's all good. It's all good.

blood in the water by realityiwanted Summary: Isak has always hated this time of the month.

now my soul beats a sound loud enough to quiet the thunder by colazitron Summary: Isak takes the responsibility of Even's birthday breakfast very seriously. There's eggs, crisp bread, baking, and accidental soul searching.

Let Down Your Hair by colazitron Summary: Even really likes Isak’s hair. Isak's considering a haircut.

And then I met you by live4magic Summary: There was this volunteer school experiment, where the telephone numbers of one half of the participants were randomly sent to the other half by the schools secretary.Nobody knew from who this number was and who the participants were. The goal of this experiment was to get to know each other without prejudice. They get to know each other without a name, look or detail of class and age.Of course every “couple” was free to create their own rules. It was just an experiment in a world full of stereotypes.And that’s how Isak met his sun.

Please Know That I'm Yours to Keep by pressurerin Summary: "Remember how I was making amortentia for my final potions project? Well, Isak ate some. And now…” Even gestured towards the way Isak was currently trying to lick his neck.OR; Even accidentally gives Isak a love potion.

ivory by evenvaltersen Summary: "Would that make you relax? A nice orgasm?" Isak nods, curling up impossibly closer to Even and Even almost wants to cry at the softness of it all, at how tiny and snuggly Isak looks in that pink, too big hoodie. "Alright, baby. How do you want it?" //or: isak's stressed. fingering makes him calm down.//

Eye of the beholder by diamondjacket Summary: Isak discovers something about Even’s past, and he realizes he still has some growing to do. Also, lipstick is involved.

I feel it when you look at me by photographer_of_thoughts Summary: "Did you hear about the new guy?" Jonas asked, motioning over to the other side of the cafeteria. Isak looked up and became rather breathless at the sight of the tall, blonde, and totally gorgeous boy wearing sunglasses. Wait. Sunglasses? Inside? "Must suck to be the new transfer and blind. I hope someone is helping him find all his classes."Or, Isak and Even learn to see each other.

Things Look Different in the Morning by allyasavedtheday Summary: In which Even needs a place to stay, kollektivet gains a new roommate, and Isak just really wants to sleep

take it in your heart now, lover by cuddlesevak Summary: Isak's date doesn't show up so he calls a cab, and the cute taxi driver takes him to a lot of places in just one night.

hell yeah, you the shit (that's why you're my equivalent) by colazitron Summary: Even can't keep it in his pants, or his heart.or: Sometimes your boyfriend proposes and you just really want to sit on his dick.

the adventures of stanley the matchmaking parrot by hippopotamus Summary: In which Even and Isak are ridiculously obvious, and Jonas’ wingman skills are second only to a parrot’s.

Guru Knows Best by StMisery Summary: Isak grumps, and Eskild schemes. But it's all in the name of love. For their gorgeous new neighbour (and a little for each other too).Even moves into the apartment across the hall, and Isak's just trying to make it another day without dying of embarrassment.

gratulerer med dagen by isakhoney Summary: wealthy boy even's family is hosting a reception for constitutional day. he meets beautiful and bashful isak, a waiter in traditional clothing. he takes him to his room, makes him sit on his lap

How in My Arms You Felt Like a Distant Memory, Tucked Far in the Back of my Mind by worshipkink Summary: Even looks at him like he is the only one worth looking at, and it scares Isak if he was honest. Isak feared that it wouldn’t be too long before Even attempts to solve his puzzle. Or, Isak has too much on his mind and Even knows exactly how to unwind the knots that afflict him.

Straight Up Series by nofeartina

almost like calling it love by piginawig Summary: “I have to go to the party,” he stated. “I have to show him that I’m okay, I’m pre-med with perfect grades and yeah, maybe I’m single, but-““What if you weren’t single?” Even said suddenly, biting his lip.Isak choked. “Um, what?”“Like, what if you took a boyfriend to the party?”“I don’t have a boyfriend, Even,” he said, frowning. Even didn’t look deterred. “What?”“I could be your boyfriend.”Isak choked again.“Like, pretend,” Even clarified, and Isak felt slightly sick. “I’d go with you as your date. He doesn’t know I’m just your roommate, Isak. That time we ran into him at the shops you just introduced me as Even, before he started rambling about his own stupid life. That way you could be like, you know, take your crappy job and your crappy fiancé and shove it, ‘cause I’m gonna be a doctor and I’ve got a hot boyfriend!”

Hurts so good by sayyestothis Summary: "Even, this is all I have wanted for my 18th birthday since like, forever. Except for you." Isak rolls his eyes. “Are you seriously comparing me to a piercing? Wow, I’m flattered.” Even laughs, his eyes squinting. “Two things I’d like to have in my mouth, can’t see what’s wrong with it”, Isak shrugs.

In my pocket by Greenteafrappuccino, swang40 Summary: After Even bought an action figure, a cute boy with snapback, from toy store last Saturday, weird things started to happen. His food kept missing and his bio homework was always done for him in the morning.

Let It Be (All Night) by verlore_poplap Summary: A collection of (steamy) oneshots.

The Man Of My Dreams by DustyAttic Summary: A continuation of Isak and Even's life together

the oceans shall freeze by DiscoNight, realityiwanted Summary: Even, the Berserker, has never wanted for anything, content with living out his days in solitude and blood. When his hoard makes a pit stop at a small Jutland village for the first time in years, he wants. So he takes.Isak has never known a life outside of his village. Now he must learn the new ways of the North in order to survive the seemingly endless winter.Can their hearts melt the ice that divides them?

when your heart is bleeding, i'm coming to get you by cosetties Summary: Isak doesn't exactly expect his hookup from last week to be the love advice columnist at the school newspaper he's working at. He also doesn't expect to fall even harder for him than he already has, which is a shame, really, since Even's crushing on someone else.

it's about growing up, getting older, living on a lover's shoulder (it's about time) by babyturtle Summary: The Sana-and-Isak-Childhood-Friends ft. Bookclubs AU you didn't know you were looking for.Sana and Isak might've spent more time fighting than reading the first day the met, but sometimes that's just how it goes. Usually. Usually that's how it goes. With Sana and Isak specifically. In their mostly dysfunctional two person book club.Or, life is hard and growing up harder, but take my hand and I'm right there with you.

The Dials of Life by wordsarelifealways Summary: Isak has lived with Asperger's his whole life, and without a doubt his least favourite part is the hypersensitive times.

Didn't See This Coming by givemesumaurgravy Summary: Isak is behind on his rent again and Eskild has the bright idea to sign him up for a Sugar Daddy dating website.

Untold scenes of Isak and his Even by imissedyourskin Summary: This fic is a collection of untold scenes that were hinted at, but never got turned into an actual scene.

Sleep Is For Dreamers by unfancyandy Summary: Isak's always had a complicated relationship with sleep.

i'm only human with my flaws, just a fool without a cause by lovedisak Summary: Because I don’t need to go to therapy, I’m not sick or anything”Isak knows that was a shitty thing to say even before he takes in all of his friends’ facial expressions, not directed at him, but at something behind him.Someone.Alternatively, Isak is Trying

we were made for gardens by tomatoconveniencestore Summary: When Eskild announces he's about to star in a documentary, Isak doesn't pay him much attention. But once he accidentally gets involved himself, it's not only the film he starts to care about, but also its director.

The Hot Muffin Thief by Bellakitse Summary: There is a magical muffin at the café where Isak's buddy Jonas works. It's Isak's lifeline, he has it every day and then one day some hot art hipster steals his muffin.

Watching Over You by lavishsqualor Summary: In which Even knows exactly how to loosen his boy up.

even the rogue horticulturist by Leprechon Summary: even likes plantsmeanwhile, isak takes an interest in the boy who sits in front of him in his 8 am lecture

Director Næsheim Series by BraveKate Summary: Married Isak and Even, with Director!Even

Tired of using Technology by skambition Summary: Isak & Even texting... about sex, love, relationships, school, family, daily stuff, and whatever else you text about

asshole by antokilljoy Summary: You caught me filling a very inappropriate coloring book but somehow ended up lending me your sharpies instead of running the other way and I think I might be in love with youOr: Isak and Even meet on a train.

philtatos; most beloved by prettylupin Summary: Not all love stories have to end in tragedies.

Would You Mind Closing The Bedroom Door? by allyasavedtheday Summary: The boy falters in the threshold, eyes widening when they land on Even. “Oh fuck- sorry! Eva didn’t say anyone was home.”Ah.No wonder she was up late last night. Even can’t really fault her taste – the boy is beautiful. He’s got golden hair mussed and curling over his forehead and cheekbones not even Michelangelo himself could sculpt and the most well-defined cupid’s bow top lip Even’s ever seen. Also he’s shirtless. Did he mention that part? There’s a stunning, shirtless boy in his kitchen with pillow creases still on his cheek and Even can’t do anything about it because he’s Eva’s one night stand.Fuck.

Membership Dues by Sabeley Summary: Isak is pledging Even's fraternity. Even keeps having to be reminded that he's not allowed to date the pledges."It's a ten-week pledge period. How hard could it be?"Famous last words.

#Liv likes #evak fanfiction #evak fanfics recs #skam fanfiction

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nightlight9 · 8 years ago

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Getting to Know You

Theme: Coffeeshop Rating: G Quick Note: I wanted a piece that would explore Derek’s dynamic with his friends (most specifically Isaac), and this was the result. Isaac is overly protective, but in his head it’s his way of looking out for someone he cares a lot about. The depths behind his reasoning for it isn’t explored much in this piece, but hopefully you get the idea of it. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11036775

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“Isaac,” Stiles whines. “Why do you hate me so much.”

The man in question doesn’t turn to look at where Stiles is perched at the counter. He replies, “You’re being stupid,” without turning around, and Stiles is offended by the response.

“I just want to know his name! Why is that so hard for you to understand?”

Finally, the barista looks over his shoulder with a scowl. “It’s not hard for me to understand. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to give in to your whining. He’s a paying customer, and I’m going to respect his privacy by ignoring you.”

His arms flail up. “Dude, I’m not asking for his credit card number!”

The blond passes him his vanilla hot chocolate in an aggressive manner that would impress Stiles if it wasn’t happening to him. “Drop it, Stiles. I know you’ve decided that you’re in love with him or something, but you’re not getting any information out of me. And I’ll make sure to let Erica know not to tell you anything either, so don’t think you can go behind my back to find out.”

Finally, he slouches back into his seat with a defeated sigh. Stiles first saw the guy three weeks ago. He had been spread out at his usual table in the corner, trying to study for his sociology midterm, when the door’s chiming bell distracted him. And there he was, wearing a leather jacket and a scowl that immediately caught Stiles’ attention. There was something sharp about him that made him interesting, and the longer Stiles watched the guy, the more fascinated he was. Because, despite the overall appeared the man had going on (which suggested he was a tough biker with a rough reputation, or something of the kind), the guy was actually a multi-layered, precious softy. Over the weeks that Stiles had been casually watching him (and no Isaac, it isn’t creepy stalking no matter what you say), Stiles has witnessed him help a crying child, ask for the sweetest drinks that the cafe offers, indulge in several cake pops, and get so focused on the book that he was reading that he missed two separate women trying to ask him out.

And Stiles was hooked. How could he not be. He wants to know everything about the man. But Isaac won’t even give up his name.

“I’ll figure it out one way or another,” Stiles mutters into his drink as he walks back to his table. Already several ideas are running through his head.

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Over the next several weeks, Stiles tries multiple ways to figure out the man’s name. These plans range from as simple as bumping into him while he passes Isaac his credit card in hopes that he’ll drop it, to paying someone to pickpocket and steal his wallet (which doesn’t work at all when it turns out that Derek definitely knows how to defend himself).

After his last failed attempt to figure out the guy’s name, Stiles rests his head against the table and groans in utter defeat. He doesn’t want to give up because he has seriously fallen for this stranger, but at this point he feels out of options. The only thing he hasn’t tried is marching up to him and asking, but after everything else that just feels too easy.

A warm hand curls around his neck. When he looks up, Isaac is grinning down at him. “Wow, you really do like this guy, don’t you?” Stiles flips him off, ignoring his laughter even as the other man passes him a piece of paper. When he sees what’s on it, Stiles makes a questioning sound. “His name is Derek Hale. That’s his phone number.”

“What happened to customer confidentiality?” His heart is racing with the possibility of what the paper implies. He tucks it between the pages of his textbook so Isaac can’t take it back.

The other man laughs again and settles into the seat across from him. “Obviously that matters, but I’m not giving you this information as a barista handing over customer information. I’m giving it to you as Derek’s friend.”

The pieces aren’t coming together in Stiles’ head. “You’re his friend?”

“Obviously. He’s my roommate. Why else would I have the guy’s number?” Leave it to Isaac to be sassy even when he’s trying to be nice. Stiles narrows his eyes at him, and in response Isaac tugs gently at his scarf, a nervous habit, and starts to explain. “I’ve known Derek for years. His family helped me out of a really tough situation with my biological father, and then practically adopted me. He means a lot to me, and when you asked me about him I thought you were just one of the many people that wanted him for his looks. He’s been hurt in the past by relationships, so I was just trying to look out for him. I mean, I’m not saying that you’re a bad person or anything, but-.”

Stiles finally understands. He raises his hand to cut off his friend’s rambling. “Dude, I get it. He’s family.”

Isaac shrugs. “I just wanted someone to like him for who he is, not because of what he looks like. And, no offense, but it was hard to believe you were serious about him since you frantically asked me who he was not even five minutes after you saw him for the first time.”

Sheepishly, Stiles rubs his neck. “Yeah. I’ve never had much chill when it comes to stuff like that. And for the record, I didn’t ever explain to you how serious I was.”

The tension is finally broken as Isaac laughs again. “Yeah. What finally clued me in was how you brought your whole criminology lecture into the cafe, hoping that I would call out everyone’s names as I made their drinks.”

Stiles laughs too. “I was pretty desperate at that point, honestly.”

Isaac smiles softer and reaches out to tap one finger against the book. “Derek will be at home right now, if you want to give him a call.” He glances at the clock on the wall. “It’s about dinner time, and I know that he won’t have eaten yet, so if you want our address so you can drop by with dinner or something, I’ll give it to you. He’s working on his Masters now, so he forgets to eat sometimes. And I could call ahead and let him know you’re on your way.”

Stiles bites his lip and shakes his head. “I think that’s a little creepy, don’t you?”

Isaac shrugs, standing up to go back to the counter. “Not really. Derek already knows who you are, and he’s already kind of expecting you. But I can have him come down here if you’d prefer that.”

“Overlooking the fact that you’ve somehow forgot to mention that he knows who I am, I think having him come down here might be better.” Something occurs to him. “On the other hand, he’s already been here today, so he probably doesn’t want to come back.” Something else occurs to him. “And if he’s working on his Masters, he probably won’t like the interruption.”

Isaac rolls his eyes. “You overthink everything, don’t you? If it bothers you so much, just wait until he comes in tomorrow. It seems like you have his schedule memorized, so that shouldn’t be a problem. Or give him a call later and see what he’s up to.”

He wants to go now, meet the man he’s been dreaming about for so long, but he doesn’t want to push into Derek’s space. “I guess I’ll wait.”

The barista shrugs. “Whatever you want.”

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Stiles gets to the cafe an hour before his normal time. Erica is the one behind the counter. Not seeing Isaac there makes him nervous. But then Erica gives him a knowing grin and gestures for him to take a seat, and he feels a little better. When the line disperses, she comes by his table with his favorite vanilla hazelnut hot chocolate. They talk for a while (she gives him random information about Derek whom she also, apparently, is good friends with), which helps ease some of his nerves, before she has to get back to work, and then Stiles pulls out some homework hoping to distract himself. He’s almost through with his second assignment when the door chimes again.

And there Derek is, wearing his leather jacket over a soft red sweater, eyebrows pulled down in the familiar scowl. Stiles watches him work his way through the line to the counter, wondering how he can casually start a conversation.

Before he can figure it out, Erica leans over the counter to tell him something, gesturing in Stiles’ direction. When Derek looks over, there’s a soft smile on his face. It makes Stiles’ heart clench, then race. The other man doesn’t look away while Erica makes his drink, and then he’s crossing the floor and settling into the seat across from him.

“Hello,” Derek greets in a soft voice, eyes alight with mirth.

His voice cracks when he replies, “Hey. Um, how are you?”

“I’m good, Stiles.” There is laughter in his voice, but it isn’t mocking. Instead it sounds pleased. “How are you?”

“I’m good. Really good, actually. Super great.” He winces, wishes that he had planned out what he was going to say to Derek before he showed up, because now he doesn’t know how to start any sort of conversation. Before he can start rambling, a hand connects with the back of his head. He makes an indignant sound and meets Isaac’s narrowed gaze. “What was that for?”

The blond crosses his arms. “You’re an idiot. After weeks of rhapsodizing about how great Derek is and pestering me for his information, you can’t even start a decent conversation?”

Stiles can feel his face heat up. He pushes at Isaac’s chest. “What are you even doing here?”

Isaac bats his hands. “I thought I would come in to watch you make a fool out of yourself before my shift, but this is just sad.”

“Isaac, I swear to all of the Gods, I will strangle you with your scarf right here and-.”

Laughter cuts off his impassioned threat. Derek grins up at Isaac. “Go help Erica with the rush. Stiles and I are just fine.”

Both Isaac and Stiles raise their eyebrows in disbelief, because nothing about their interaction before felt ‘fine’ but then Isaac rolls his eyes and walks away.

“He likes giving me a hard time,” Stiles explains after Isaac’s behind the counter with Erica, obviously still eavesdropping.

Derek laughs again, softer, and says, “Isaac likes giving everyone a bad time. That’s his way of saying he likes you. Besides, he kind of helped, didn’t he? You don’t seem as nervous anymore.”

Stiles leans closer conspiringly and shushes him. “That might be true,” he admits. “But keep your voice down. He can never know.”

“If you’re worried about him bragging about that, just imagine how he’s going to be if this goes well.”

The thought makes Stiles want to shudder, but as their conversation flows into easy connection and with the promise of an actual date in the near future, Stiles thinks that Isaac’s boasting might be worth it.

And when it’s finally time to go and Derek holds Stiles’ hand to walk him to the car, ignoring Isaac’s bright laughter, Stiles knows that the boasting will definitely be worth it. He might even send Isaac a gift basket in thanks.

When they’ve stopped beside the jeep, Derek starts playing with Stiles’ fingers and avoiding eye contact. “I’m glad that Isaac finally caved in and gave me your information,” Stiles says softly. He’s pleased when the tips of Derek’s ears color with a blush.

“It probably seems weird to you that he was being so protective and that I was letting him be.” Honestly, it had never occurred to Stiles that Derek would have known about everything. “When I saw you for the first time, you caught my attention right away. I thought that you were beautiful. But when I asked Isaac about who you were, he waved me off. He said that you weren’t the most committed when it came to relationships, and I’m not good at anything casual. So I let it go, especially after he told me that you asked about me as soon as you saw me; I’m used to people chasing me because of how I look so it was easier to write you off.

“But then everyday he would come home and tell me about how you kept pestering him to figure out who I was, and I was kind of flattered. Not a lot of people have ever gone through that much trouble for me. And then he would tell me about each scheme you used to try and figure out my name. Just my name. I was charmed. But I didn’t say anything to him about it until he stated that he thought you actually wanted something more than a casual hook-up with me. I don’t really know why I didn’t insist he stop being so protective, or why I didn’t just approach you on my own, and-. Well, it might seem crazy how much he was looking out for me, especially considering I was interested in you too, but-. I’ve had some really bad relationships in the past, and they messed me up for a long time. My friends and I, we all look out for each other, admittedly more than we should, but that’s how it’s always been.”

Stiles uses the grip Derek has on his hands to twine their fingers together, smiling gently when the other man meets his gaze. “There’s nothing wrong with protecting each other. I’m a lot to handle sometimes, so I totally get why Isaac would be worried about me. But I’m definitely in this for more than just something casual.” He feels himself blush. “I think you’re pretty amazing, and even if it was your appearance that immediately caught my eye, it was watching the way you interacted with the world that made me like you.”

Derek’s smile is blinding. “I like you too, if you haven’t noticed.” His cheeks are still red, but he uses their clasped hands to pull Stiles closer. His voice is softer when he asks, “Do you think it’s too soon to want to kiss you?�� There’s a nervousness in his voice that makes Stiles smile softly.

He runs his free hand over the curve of Derek’s jaw as an answer, watching as Derek moves closer, leans down, and presses their lips together.

It’s a gentle touch, chaste and warm. And it’s the best kiss that Stiles can remember having. His head is cloudy when Derek pulls back. “Isaac is going to gloat so much,” he breathes against Derek’s mouth. The resounding laughter makes their next kiss taste like the beginning of something great.

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thecaffeinatedcreatives · 6 years ago

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“We don’t get much work done here, if we’re being honest. Why are we together?” –brielle

The Joe and the Juice on Broadway is the site of many moments like this, where my writer friend Brielle and I attempt to be productive and inevitably fail. Why? On one hand, it’s the fact that our friendship is fueled by terrible memes and lots--I mean lots--of caffeine. But on the other, the fact that we are the least adventurous creatives on the planet.

We get coffee a lot, but 98% of the time, it’s at the same place. (The other 2% is at Starbucks, when Joe and the Juice is closed. But that basically doesn’t count.)

It’s funny, because I remember promising to myself, when I first came to school in New York City, that I would “explore every weekend” and “take advantage of the city.” The only problem is that I’m a broke college student who has too much work and not enough time.

So why not multitask? Why not use the coffeeshops that Brielle and I haunt as an excuse to get out, to explore? (The answer: because it takes time and money, and we’re lazy and like Joe and the Juice. But no more!) So here begins a story about coffee, fiction, and the crazy friendship that somehow connects the two.

This week, we’re starting at the place where it all began: Joe and the Juice (on Broadway.)

We took more than three hours to decide on our criteria for judging the coffeeshops we visit, and in line with our name (Caffeinated Creatives), we have stuck to a cheesy but memorable set of “C”s:

Caffeine

Chow

Cost

Character

Connectivity

Convenience

and, for bonus points, Cause

Here we go:

The “joe” part of Joe and the Juice comes first for a reason: it’s delicious. Smooth espresso ground, tamped, pulled, and poured right in front of you. Never burnt, always strong. I’ve never been disappointed with my usual Pink Latte (pink=large!)

Unfortunately, there’s room for more coffee/espresso options. If you’re not happy with a latte or drip coffee, you’ll be happier elsewhere! They do, however, offer iced versions of nearly all the coffee drinks. If your taste for caffeine runs in the direction of tea, you’ll have even more limited options--and this blog probably isn’t the one for you!

The “juice” part takes up the majority of the menu on the wall, but isn’t my favorite. But I’m no juice aficionado. The juice is also much more expensive!

Which brings us to the most unnecessarily expensive thing here: the sandwiches. Sure, they’re “healthy” but they’re small, usually half cold, and still about $10. We don’t usually get any of the food here. (There’s a Pret, Chipotle, McDonalds, Wendy’s, and all of Turnstyle Market at Columbus Circle nearby.)

Here’s a shocker: Joe and the Juice is not cheap. A Pink Latte is $4.40, a large juice is $8.80, and the sandwiches are even more. My defense comes in two parts:

I stay here for hours at a time on a single Pink Latte

I have a loyalty card (see pic!) that brings down the cost of a Pink Latte to about $3.95

The loyalty cards are awesome. The yellow latte loyalty card costs $39.85 and gets you 10 coffee drinks of your choice. They don’t expire, and mine usually lasts me about three weeks--less during finals!!

You can also get loyalty cards for juices and sandwiches, although these two are, unsurprisingly, more expensive. But if you use them wisely, they do help save some $$$

The strongest point of each and every Joe and the Juice is the ambiance. Bright with sunlight. Modern, Scandi decor. Lots of art. Greenery. Very loud, thumping music. Constant chatter. If you’ve ever wanted a coffee shop that felt like a daytime nightclub, here’s the one for you.

Sometimes it’s as much a curse as a blessing--especially if you ever have to take a phone call!--but on the whole, the character of this place keeps me coming back more than anything. Anywhere can have good coffee. But not everywhere can be somewhere I willingly want to be for 5+ hours at a time!

It feels warm here, even in the dead of New York winter. (And I’m not just talking about temperature!)

Wifi? Free.

Outlets? Plenty.

Cell service? Strong.

What else could you ever want? This is how I come and stay forever. Computer dies? No problem. Online research? Done. Mom calls? Answered: “No, Mother, I’m not in a club. Just Joe and the Juice.”

To reserve some modicum of privacy, we’ll be considering the middle of Columbus Circle our “home.” As such, Joe and the Juice is a very convenient 3 minute walk away! Their hours are 7am-8pm on weekdays and 8-8 on weekends, and I’m usually there until closing. I wish they stayed open until 9 (or even later), but I suppose late-night coffee is what Starbucks exists for.

Conclusion: (this isn’t one of our Cs, but it might as well be)

Joe and the Juice on Broadway is definitely my go-to “third space” for working, writing, and procrastinating. I love the folks working the bar (they know my name and order!). It’s easy and comfortable, and I kinda feel like I’m cheating on them as I begin to take on this project of exploration.

But never fear, Joe, I’ve got at least six more drinks on my loyalty card. I’ll be back.

#nyc #nyc coffee #coffee #coffeeshop #review #joe and the juice #new york #new york city

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caroline18mars · 8 years ago

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Into the night - Chapter 87

“Anyway, now we're on the subject, how's it going over there? Did you have to testify yet, have they heard your side of the story?” she asked, now that he seemed to be calmer again after she made him see sense to stay in LA. “I have today, yeah..I don't know who's paying for her laywer, because he's one of the best in his trade and I know for a fact that she can't afford him, It wouldn't surprise me if that asshole is sponsoring her” he sighed, the mere reference to Cedric made her shiver, she so wanted to tell him that Cedric had kinda confessed already that he was the donor of Amanda's child, but she couldn't, she needed his full statement first, it was the only way to clear Jared's and also Charlotte's name, it was the least they both deserved. The way she saw it, it was her ultimate gift to Jared, because if she didn't make it out of that transplant alive, then at least Jared could go on with his life without having to drag the unbearable weight of such a heavy past around with him..he had a shot at happiness, she just needed to remove every obstacle so he could have a clear aim. “Babe? You're awfully quiet..are you sure you're ok? How's your heart? Have you been taking your meds?” he sounded really worried, “Of course” she lied as her eye fell on the still full bottle of pills, so she put the phone between her ear and her shoulder and quickly popped a few into her mouth, swallowing them down with a swig of water “Yes Dad, I have been taking them”. “I just worry about you..any news from the doctor on the..you know, on the new heart? What did he say about the check-up” his words made her cringe, fuck, the cardiology appointment..she had missed it “Uhm..” was all she managed to say. “Oh please Jordan, don’t tell me you forgot?!” the tone of his voice instantly shot from worried to a loud thunder, “I’m sorry..I’ve been so busy and..” she squeaked. “For fuck’s sake, Jordan, how can you forget such an important thing?, this is your life we’re talking about here, what could possibly be more important than that transplant? What on earth has you so preoccupied that you even forget about something like that? you never return my calls or my text, I call Nahla and hear that you dumped Noah with her, I mean, what the fuck is really going on over there?” he lost his temper again and his accusations made her cringe. “Nothing’s going on, Jared, I just..” she lied, of course he was going to be suspicious, what did she expect? “I uhm..these last couple of days haven’t been easy for me, ok? and the reason why I dumped Noah with Nahla as you call it, is because I don’t have the energy to look after him..I’m constantly exhausted..it’s just..”. Jared bit his lip, realizing how awful his reaction had been just now “I know, I’m sorry,..just..promise me you’ll call the doctor in the morning and reschedule? I just need to know you’re ok, that’s all..”. All of a sudden there was something like a faint knock on the door to be heard in the background, he quickly looked at his watch, it was the middle of the night over there, what the hell? “I will..listen, I’ve gotta go, Tom’s here..” he heard her say. “Wait, what? Tom? It’s the middle of the night, what the hell does he want at this time of night? What could possibly be that important? You should be sleeping, you need your rest” Jared breathed, he didn’t want to sound like an old fuddy-duddy but this was beyond ridiculous. “He just wanted to talk, that’s all, besides I could do with some company too” Jordan sighed, “Surely whatever he needs to talk about can wait until the morning? Are you sure you’re ok?” Jordan heard him say, he clearly hadn’t even listened to a word she had said “I’m fine, Jared, really, anyway, I really have to go now, talk to you soon, ok?” she got up and walked to the door to open it for Tom.

”Tom..come in..” she stepped back to let him through, “I’m so glad you called..I just couldn’t sleep, all I’ve been doing is beat myself up about what I said to you and I was so out of line..it was cruel of me to say what I said and I’m sorry” he rattled his apology when she walked back to the couch “Tom, just..sit down, ok?!, there’s something I need to talk to you about” she clasped her hands as she looked for the right words to explain this mess. Tom did as he was told and looked at her with a deep frown on his face, “Listen Tom, I..uhm.. I met up with Cedric today..” she nervously flipped back her hair, “Excuse me? for fuck’s sakes, Jordan..so that’s what you meant by wanting to know what side I was on, I knew it..I just knew it” he hissed as he let himself fall back against the cushions covering his face with his hands like he didn’t want to believe what he just heard. “Cedric came looking for me, not the other way round, ok? he was there when I walked out of the supermarket!..so I take it you didn’t know about his little plan then? He didn’t tell you?” Jordan tried to stay calm. “No, he only asked a million questions about you, asking me to give him your number and address but I refused to give it, he must have been stalking around the neighbourhood where he dropped you off after the party..Anyway, are you ok? he didn’t try anything, did he?” Tom’s voice was full of concern now. “No..but..” she tried to find the right words, going over and over it in her head not knowing if she could really trust him “ok, listen, there’s something else I need to tell you” she raised her head to look at him, here went absolutely nothing, she needed to share her secret and hopefully it would be safe with him. Tom’s frown grew deeper and deeper when she finally told him what she was up to “..just, promise me one thing, and that is that you’ll never tell this to anyone, not Cedric, not your colleagues and definitely not Jared, he’ll go ballistic if he ever found out that I went out to dinner with Cedric behind his back, please you need to promise me, please Tom” her words sounding more like a threat than a plea. “Djeezeschrist, Jordan! You’re right, Jared will go ballistic if he ever finds out, tell me something how far are you willing to take this crazy idea? Are you going to sleep with him too?” He snapped at her, this was too ridiculous for words, the past was repeating itself once again. “What? NO! what do you take me for? Some cheap whore? Fuck, no I’m not gonna sleep with him. I just want to get him to confess, that’s all, I’ve already got a little bit of a confession out of him, but nothing that will hold in a court of law, so I just need to go that extra mile and get him to confess everything” Jordan furiously shook her head at Tom who got up again “Oh come on Jordan, like he's gonna confess that he's the father of Amanda's baby to a perfect stranger?! Come on Jordan, have you been watching too much CSI or something? Have you any idea how dangerous this man is? You can't expect me to sit around and watch him drive you to the same despair as Charlotte's, nu-uh no way, he's capable of killing someone, you know he is” he paced the room back and forth. “What does it matter? It's not like I'm not gonna die soon, all I want is to clear Jared's name, so he can..you know..move on..get on with his life after..I'm gone, he's been dragging his past behind him for a long time, he deserves a fresh start..just consider this as my final gift to him” she said it so serene..like she had made peace already with her fate but Tom wasn't so serene, on the contrary, his mind and his heart were racing. “Jordan, stop it, you're gonna get that transplant and you're not gonna die, ok? In fact, the biggest gift you can give Jared now is that he won't have to start over, that man only has eyes for you, he loves you, he's the one who's doing everything to keep you alive while you throw yourself in the arms of his most dangerous enemy? How is that a gift, Jordan? Huh? How do you expect him to not see this as the biggest betrayal of his life if he finds out about it? And trust me, he will find out one way or the other”.

Jordan tossed and turned into the small hours of the morning, Tom's little monologue on constant repeat in her head, yes it was dangerous but she was in so far over her head already that crawling back now was no option, no she was going to see this through, she wasn't scared of anyone and just when she closed her eyes again and started to nod off, the arrival of a message had her wide awake again. “I'm at the coffeeshop we went to yesterday, want to join me for breakfast? X C.” , it was the little 'x' at the end of his message that made her want to throw up and she was so tempted to decline but the sooner she had his confession on her phone the sooner she could stop this whole charade and get to Jared, so her fingers flew over the screen 'I'll be there in half an hour' before she threw back the duvet and stomped over to the bathroom. As always he was dressed to the nines when she walked inside the coffeeshop and got up to greet her with a hug when she headed towards his table by the window “You look absolutely breathtaking” he whispered in her ear before he pushed a kiss on her cheek that landed a little too close to the corner of her mouth. “Nothing a good concealer won't fix” she sarcastically mumbled while she quickly stepped out of his arms, “Is something wrong? You do sound a little grumpy” he raised an eyebrow while he pulled her chair back for her. Jordan took a deep breath, if she would tell him anything about her conversation with Tom then she would definitely blow her cover “I'm sorry, no, yes, everything's fine, I'm just a little bit nervous I guess, I forgot my appointment at the cardiologist yesterday, so I uhm..need to go back today” she softly said as he sat down on the other side of the table. “Ah, ok..I see” something that could only be described as fake worry washing over his face “I'll come with you then, given it's my fault that you didn't make it to your appointment yesterday”. What? He was going to do what? “Oh no, no, that's really not necessary, I don't want to interrupt your busy schedule” she was already starting to make excuses but he wouldn't hear of it “you're not interrupting anything, I'll come with you, it's the least I could do” he said all determined, staring into her eyes as he sipped his coffee. Defeated she leaned back in her chair “Ok then..thanks” she tried to sound as grateful as she possibly could while he put a croissant on the plate in front of her “you're welcome, your boyfriend is a jerk though, you really should consider leaving him as soon as possible”. Jordan's head shot up “excuse me?” what the hell did he mean by that? Did he know?, “well, it's true isn't it? Letting you go to the hospital all by yourself! What could be so important to him that he doesn't make the time to go with you” he hissed venomously and squinted his eyes a little. “I told you he is abroad right now, I told you I can take care of myself and he's taking care of..our future as we speak” Hold it McLeod, don't get too emotional now, he's just testing you “but I guess you're right in a way, it's time like these that I wish he wouldn't work so hard and just..be with me”. Cedric cocked his head and she could almost see the wheels in his head turn “Listen, if your health was even remotely important to him, then he would be here, trust me, if he's already running from something as routine as a cardiology appointment then I think he's gonna run a whole lot faster when you get the transplant”.

On the other side of the world, another grueling day was coming to a close and Shannon swiped his iPad back to life and poured himself a glass of wine. He had finally been able to convince Jared into getting some rest and now that he was safely tucked up in bed, he could catch up with the headlines of the day. Especially the ones he tried so desperately to hide from Jared, the ones that seemed to think of themselves as judge, jury and executioner for his brother's much media-covered trial. One site in particular always seemed to catch his attention, because over the last couple of days they had been reconstructing Charlotte and Jared's romance so accurately it was almost scary how much they seemed to know. From who or where they got all this information from was a mistery, but it had to be from someone close to them both that much was obvious. Shannon started reading the latest update while he took a sip of his wine, there she was again..gorgeous, sexy Charlotte, looking fiercely into the camera with those beautiful hazel eyes, still unaware of the drama that would unfold a couple of months later..god, he missed her.. He had to blink rapidly to keep the tears at bay just looking at her picture, for a year now he had been so busy and wrapped up in worrying and being there for his brother that it seemed like he had been postponing his own grieving process, Charlotte had been one of his best friends and losing her had hit him just as hard mentally as it had done with Jared. Except he had never been able to allow himself to mourn her, no, he had been too busy being Jared's big brother, making sure that he didn't slide down the slippery slope of total depression which he did anyway despite everyone's massive support. “Oh sweetheart, I don't know where you are right now, but god, I hope you know how much you're missed..and I hope you're watching over us..” he whispered while his thumb traced the outline of her face. Upstairs Jared lay in bed staring at his phone, wondering what he was going to put in his text to Jordan when he heard glass shatter followed by a loud curse from his brother. He quickly pushed the covers away and got up to stomp downstairs, “Shannon? What the hell's going on?” he stopped in his tracks as he reached the kitchen where red wine was splattered all over the floor and Shannon sat there trembling with anger. “Shannon?” he said again as he tiptoed over to him, carefully dodging the pieces of glass, “Go away!” his brother shouted when he finally took notice of his presence, “What? Will you calm the fuck down? I'm not going anywhere, I live here remember?” he spat back at Shannon who couldn't seem to take his eyes off the screen in front of him. “That fuckin' bitch” his brother hissed, thinking he couldn't hear him as he quickly swiped away whatever was on that screen, “Ok, has Amanda given another interview or something? Is that it? Just ignore it, that's what you always tell me to do” he closed the last bit of distance between them. “No, Jared, no, go away, I mean it” Shannon shook his head furiously, “Ok, now you're really starting to worry me, what are you watching? Show me!” Jared took advantage of his brother's shock to snatch the tablet from the table. What he saw when he swiped the dark screen blew a fuse in his head and suddenly there was nothing but white noise piercing his eardrums when he stared dumbfounded at a picture of Jordan..and Cedric with his arm protectively around her.

#jared leto #jared leto fanfic #jared leto fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #30 secondstomars fanfic #30 seconds to mars #into the night #chapter 87 #jordan and jared #jordan

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theherblifeblog · 5 years ago

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Spotlight Series: Jessica Fung

This week we’re profiling Jessica Fung, the blogger behind Blunt B.A.E. a site dedicated to creative content that addresses a multitude of topics relating to cannabis culture. Fung’s work focuses on community building and destigmatization of the cannabis plant.

With a background in fashion, Fung’s take on cannabis content is beautiful and engaging. She works hard to be a positive advocate for the community, particularly for Asian Canadians. Lately she’s been participating in the Canndora Connect event series sharing her thoughts on working in Cannabis and helping to inspire other creatives.

At Her(B) Life, we’ve been a fan for some time and we hope you check out her work and show her some love.

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How did you get involved in the cannabis industry?

Before Blunt B.A.E. I actually never thought I would start working in the cannabis industry because my academic training was in fashion and apparel. Blunt B.A.E. began as a school project and it was a total accident that through my research for the project that I realized there was a demand in the market for cannabis accessories that was marketed towards women. As I spoke with more female cannabis consumers, the response was very positive, I received a lot of encouragement to bring this school assignment to life. At the time, I laughed it off and thought they were crazy! And I remember jokingly responding to one of my friends “If I get an ‘A’ on the assignment, then I’ll actually pursue it…”. Needless to say, I got an ‘A’ on that assignment and haven’t looked back since.

Tell us a little bit about your product or service

Blunt B.A.E. is a lifestyle blog that focuses its content on the destigmatization of cannabis and its culture while also addressing diversity in the cannabis space, especially for Asian Canadians. I wanted to utilize the online space for Blunt B.A.E. to normalize the consumption of cannabis and to educate and streamline conversations about the benefits of cannabis, along with sharing my journey since coming out of my own ‘cannabis closet’.

What time does your day typically start and what does a normal day look like to you?

My day to day is always different which is why I love what I do, but I usually wake up every morning between 7:30-9 A.M., I am a Panda so I love my sleep. My day always starts with a coffee and a quick dog walk. I would start my work around 10:30 A.M. with emails and browsing Instagram and Twitter to see what’s going on in the cannabis community. Afterwards, it always varies between blogging, photography, podcasting and any other form of content creation or meetings/calls with anyone that will give me 5 minutes of their time!

What is your vision for your company going forward?

Going forward, I want to branch out in other content creation platforms like videography and podcasting to continue sharing stories of cannabis culture and consumption besides my own. I also have plans to develop a line of products in the Blunt B.A.E. name and hosting events that will contribute to building a diverse community for female consumers. So keep your eyes up!

What would an ideal post prohibition society look like to you?

An ideal post-prohibition society would be a place where kindness and acceptance would be practiced before judgments. It’s so crazy to know that a big part of personal discernment with cannabis is largely based on judgements and the fear of the unknown. Although it’s a stretch, I do hope that my children will grow up knowing that they will be given the choice to choose for themselves how they feel about the flower.

What was your first experience with cannabis like?

I smoked my first joint in Amsterdam when I was 23 years old. I had the whole thing planned out to a ’T’ and I 'saved myself' to consume cannabis for the first time ever, legally. It was amazing, the budtender was super friendly and helpful and I probably didn’t smoke the joint properly, but I was very happy with the chill vibes of the coffeeshop that I was in. Definitely an unforgettable experience and a great story to tell!

Tell us about some of the challenges you face working in the cannabis industry

Challenges are what makes life interesting but that doesn’t mean they’re easy to deal with. My biggest challenge is definitely fighting my own imposter syndrome, it’s incredible how harsh I can be to myself. Coming into the cannabis industry has been the most fulfilling decision I have made but when I initially started, my self-doubt and insecurities definitely kept me from taking the leap and inviting myself into the space. It’s also been hard to believe in my own skills and trust that I can bring something very unique and incredible into the industry.

What are some solutions you've found?

It’s an uphill battle every day but I’ve learned a lot since starting to work for myself and to develop my own voice and brand along the way. Even though it hasn’t been a long time yet, I know that if I put my mind to it I’m sure I can do it. I’m still figuring this out and I have loads to learn which is what makes it exciting and daunting all at the same time!

What is one thing you wish everyone knew about cannabis?

One thing I wish everyone knew, would be the meaning behind the term ‘recreational consumption’ and it's misconceptions relating to cannabis. There is so much misunderstanding about why people need recreational legalization, and it’s not for the purpose of getting high and partying.

What is one thing you wish everyone knew about your product or service?

One thing I wish everyone knew about my work is there’s still a lot to figure out, it’s still relatively new and I’m still trying to figure out how to build the connection between content creation and cannabis. It’s not going to be an overnight success, but I’m in it to win it!

If you could go back in time and do it all over again, what (if anything) would you do differently?

I don’t ever want to go back in time. I am here at this very moment because of all the things I have done and worked for and there’s no reason for me to regret or redo anything. I’m a firm believer that there is only forward and never back. Although, I do wish that I could have found my calling a tad earlier but still, no regrets.

What is your favorite way to consume cannabis?

My favourite way to consume cannabis is definitely with a joint, there’s just something very classic about a good ol’ rolled J. But I’m still very new to the cannabis game, so I may fall in love with another method very soon, who knows?!

Concentrate or flower? Why?

Flower, only because I haven’t tried concentrates yet!

Do you think cannabis legalization will change the world for the better? Why?

I think cannabis legalization will change the world for the better because it gives people the power to take control of their health and wellbeing. Although we have a long way to go before it becomes more streamline, legalization is definitely the first step and Canada being on the forefront of this is going to build a playbook for the rest of the world to follow.

What advice would you offer to another woman who is looking to get into the industry?

If you’re looking into getting into this industry then now would be the time, don’t wait! It’s a great time and space to get started in and by far the most welcoming and diverse industry that has so much to offer. Be passionate about your story and your voice and build a brand that is unique to that story. The best thing about this industry is the demand for authenticity and community building, so be sure that you want to contribute to this community with an authentic brand, story, and voice.

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YGREQ Late night sessions, vol.02 - The YGREQ guide to winning at life

Heya lovelies, and welcome to another edition of YGREQ: Late night sessions, this time coming at you in the early evening from my favourite coffeeshop in the whole wide world - Chucky’s Coffee House out of Sofia, Bulgaria!

I'm dedicating today's post to a concept that's been very prevalent in my life recently and that's a little something I call lifestyle design. The reason I've decided to actually go ahead and write on this is that I've had multiple friends get jokingly angry at me over how happy and on top of things I've been recently so I figured I'd go ahead and have the cheek to write a guide on it.

Basically I owe all of this to a concept originally derived from minimalism.

Now I know that sounds sketchy and don't worry, I'm not about to tell you to throw out your entire wardrobe or book collection, or to start exclusively drinking pour-over coffee (though if you don't, you really should). No, my minimalist experience is rather nontraditional and half assed - lemme explain.

About two months ago I discovered a Youtuber by the name of Matt D'Avella, who's a lovely filmmaker and content creator centred around minimalism. You should totally go and subscribe to him as well as check out his podcast as he has some lovely ideas to share with the world and you're almost guaranteed to find some value within those. Finding him kickstarted this whole thought process within me that made me actually go and become really mindful of the way I'm living my life and spending my days. I've incorporated a lot of minimalist ideas and concepts into my day to day without actually changing all that much, and it's substantially improved everything from my general day to day by reducing friction, my financial security and situation, as well as, and perhaps most importantly, my general mood.

I'd like to propose to you this concept of a curated lifestyle. It's centred around really hunkering down and thinking about what exactly you're doing on a day to day basis. It requires a little bit of planning and sacrifice, but with a couple of simple additions such as a to-do list, an agenda and a little idea book, you'll find yourself becoming more and more productive and as a direct result not only doing way better in your work but also feeling way better about it, which in turn tend to improve other people's perception of you (making them get upset at your seemingly random, came-out-of-the-blue happiness).

But how do you actually go about making those meaningful changes? Well the first thing I’d recommend doing is getting a little agenda and a pen and coming up with a mission statement. If you don’t know what that is, it’s something that every single company has - basically a fundamental concept that states what they want to achieve that they can reference decisions against at any point to determine whether or not those actually bring them closer to their goal or are a waste of time. So, brainstorm a little and figure out what your mission statement is - think of it as a mid to long term goal, but leave it abstract and open enough to where you have enough wiggle room to go about it at your own pace and incorporate changes as you’re going along, after all you’re an individual and not a for-profit corporation.

So once you have that, get a to-do list. Personally I use an app called ToDoIst (link), and start using it to give yourself tasks every day and plan your weeks out, in accordance to said mission statement. The benefit of this is that you get to capitalise on those fleeting moments of inspiration that might hit you while you’re commuting or at 2am while you’re smoking up, and make sure you actually eventually execute on them. The app I recommended is particularly good as it strikes a brilliant balance between nagging you to actually go and complete the tasks you set out and making it super easy to move them around so you don’t end up overwhelmed - don’t forget, productivity isn’t about cramming as much work as possible in one day, but about building sustainable habits and routines and sticking to them. The only pressure I’d put on you is to absolutely avoid zero days - making sure you make any progress towards your goal every day, even if it’s only a little bit, means that inevitably you’ll get there.

Tip number two is upgrading your space - psychology is a funny thing, and our brains work better when they’re in the correct environment. What I mean by this is that you’d do well to separate your work space from your chill space - I used to work sitting on my couch or laying in bed all the time, and I constantly found myself being hideously unproductive, to the point where I was convinced I was just incapable of working at home and got in the habit of constantly dropping a huge amount of money on coffee, just because I’d always work in coffeeshops (yes, I completely realise the irony in where I’m currently writing this post, but hey - I’m on holiday). So, get a desk, clean it up, organise it, put only the essentials on there - your needs will vary, but for me that’s a desk mat, trackpad, enough room for my laptop, a little organiser for all my bookmarks/markers/pens, etc., three little fake Ikea plants (that I won’t have to clean up after when I inevitably knock them over) and a bunch of fairy lights cause I like the way they look.

And finally, simplify! Think about what you actually use, what you actually wear, what you actually need. It’s worth realising that our brains are into simplicity, and the less friction you have, the less noise they have to deal with. Without going overly minimal on you, think about the clutter in your space and where it derives from - if you have too many surfaces, too many shelves, too many tables, you’re automatically gonna find ways to fill them with stuff, which will further down the line make it more difficult to find what you need when you need it. Do you know how many dates and meetings I’ve been late to cause I spent 10 minutes looking for my keys? Or 30 picking an outfit? The worst part is once you start decluttering you realise just how little you actually end up wearing or using in your day to day. The hardest part of the whole process is actually starting, but I (and Matt) would advise you to just take it slow - one drawer at a time, one day at a time, and little by little you’ll find your space and your life looking more and more orderly and productive.

That’s all I have for you tonight, let me know what you think about these concepts, if you’d like to read more about it, or any other feedback really. I’m trying to get more into blogging so your support is very much appreciated.

Anyways lovelies, have a good night xx

#late night sessions #lifestyle

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