Grogu wasn’t really that impressed with Trask. There was nothing really wrong with it, but he had to say, there wasn’t anything really right with it either.  Well, there was one thing. Just one. The food. 

Grogu had eaten food all over the galaxy by the time they had actually reached Trask. And not just ration packs mind you, real honest to goodness food from the place they were at. As a student of the Jedi Order he knew it was only polite to try whatever was offered to him. 

The Nikto gang on Arvala-7 hadn’t been much for feeding him anything interesting.  They seemed to really like their ration packs and at least one member liked to eat a very crunchy nugget thing that Grogu thought smelled like the little lizards that ran around outside. Grogu wondered how they tasted, but no one ever shared them with him. 

Kuiil, on the other hand, was more than happy to share what he had with Grogu. Even his opinions about how evolved Grogu looked. That didn’t matter, much. Kuiil was very good at making a delicious bone broth. It smelled good, tasted good, and the Ugnaught made a lot of it. Grogu wasn’t sure if Kuiil was just being a good host or a good planner, but either way he appreciated that whenever the bowl was empty it would be refilled. Din Djarin could have learned a thing or two about feeding Grogu from Kuiil.

When they had gone to Nevarro, Grogu hadn’t really found anything good to eat. At least not that first time. Dr. Pershing wasn’t a completely evil person. Not like Moff Gideon. He was just hyper focused on his work which he wouldn’t stop talking about. But that hyper focus meant that he didn’t have anything better than the horrible liquid food that Imps used instead of real food or even rations. Grogu had no interest in that stuff. First it smelled awful. Second it was a viscous liquid, like blood, and finally, it tasted of vegetables. Nope.

Now Sorgan had been a real pleasure. Blue frogs. Blue shrimp. Blue spotchka. (Not really. The Mandalorian wouldn’t let him have any.) Plus, the tavern had really good bone broth. Not as good as the bone broth Kuiil made, but so much better than the bone dish the pit droids gave him when they went to Tatooine. 

Tatooine was a strange case. That’s where they met Peli Motto and Peli was the first person who just looked at him and said ‘Are you hungry?”. That was a wonderful moment. Now, he really had no idea what the pit droids brought him and he was afraid to ask. It did taste good in general and it had a lot of bones, which he liked. They were crunchy. A lot of bones. But that meal had never been replicated.

Nevarro continued to disappoint him, but then they went back to Tatooine and Grogu had to admit that while dung worms were delicious, Krayt dragon was even better. Hard to imagine but it was true. It was juicy and tender and had just the vaguest flavor of fish about it. He wondered at the time if Krayt dragons were just a giant form of Gorg. Tatooine was the home to a lot of interesting and tasty critters.

But then they went to Trask. Via the that ice ball planet. There had been a lot of discussion between him and the Mandalorian about do’s and don’t’s related to food selection on that trip. Don’t eat spiders you find just lying around. Don’t eat eggs because they might grow up to be someone’s children (they wouldn’t have been Grogu doesn’t have the time to get into that right now). Do eat the rations because they don’t chase you around the place. Blah, blah, blah. 

Then finally they reached Trask and the Inn there served the best ‘chowder’ (whatever that was) Grogu had ever had. It was thick, hot, and had a lot of body. Really, it had a whole critter in it and it was fresh. Now normally, Grogu liked his frogs fresh and other critters properly prepared, but this critter was fresh enough it tried to eat him! Fortunately the Mandalorian took care of that and Grogu was able to finish it all before they went on their way. Delicious. 

Of course Din Djarin told him not to play with his food, but Grogu felt like the Mandalorian had missed the best part of any meal if he didn’t play with his food. It was probably because of the helmet. Din hated it when it got even a tiny smudge on it. Grogu couldn’t imagine how annoyed the bounty hunter would have been if a bunch of tentacles had wrapped around his helmet to give him a big kiss. Just the thought of that made Grogu giggle. Imagine the Mandalorian kissing anyone… ha!

I have been wondering how I could keep track of my life somehow without necessarily going into deep personal details (I'd very much love to keep a diary, but I'm very scared of someone reading it without permission) so I figured I could write about what happened in my life, especially good things, that I don't mind sharing, each day or so in my planner.

My planner arrives on January 11, so I thought I'd write here until then.

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Wednesday, January 3rd

Work was okay. It's always nice to work with L and L. Normal amount of dogs for once. Which is still 3 more than the number of kennels, sigh.

After me fighting for days to get Brownie to the vet despite my boss saying no, she got picked up by her owners today and, thank god!, they took it seriously and she was at the vet 4 hours later. I haven't heard from her since, but I hope she's already better than she was.

My left ankle is still hurting (I think the joint is misplaced and I can't fix it) which isn't severe, but it's making it really hard to walk. I had that happen with my ankle and hip years ago and a PT helped a lot, I think I'll try to see one again.

My mother in law gave us the name of a doctor, so I'm hoping I can schedule an appointment to get antidepressants refills, hopefully get taken seriously about my intense dehydration and a referral to a PT.

I wasn't able to walk Bean much because of my legs and ankle, but she seemed very happy to walk around the yard sniffing for bunnies and she seemed to love her likimat.

Spouse and I showered together and I had a lot of fun and laughed so so much, it was nice.

I got a cute strawberry collar for Elliot and a bag of food, it feels extremely unreal, scary and exciting all at once.

Going to try and get my plane tickets to Canada sometime this week.

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Thursday, January 4

I had a dream that my mom had a premature baby (like me) who was very small but healthy. We had to travel by train and for some reason, my brain thought it was very important to show horses wanting to travel by the train but being unable to become of an unknown reason? Then I woke up.

I don't work today, thankfully. Unless my boss asks me to come in again, ha. Fingers crossed he won't.

11 Best Dive Log Books

Aren't log books just so much fun? You get to relive the dive, fiddle with your dive computer and record all that information. And at the end the day, collecting stamps from dive centers all over the world is always such a pleasure. Whether it is your first dive, or several hundredth, your scuba diving logbook is an essential record that is often checked by dive shops to verify your dive experience, especially if you're intending to dive a challenging dive site. 🤔 1. Do You Need A Scuba Diving Log Book? You'll need a dive log if you are intending to further your education. For example, you'll need 40 verified dives to start a divemaster course, and 100 logged dives for the Instructor course. A dive center might also ask to see dive proof of a certain number of logged dives, especially if they are intending to go to challenging dive sites with say, strong currents. We know of numerous dive centers scattered all around the world that won't take you to on certain trips unless you have 100 logged dives. Of course, after logging 100 dives, it is entirely up to you whether you want to keep logging your dives. Some professional divers may be legally required to keep an up-to-date and full log book, and dive logbooks are often checked prior to employment. 📖 2. What Is In A Scuba Diver Log Book? Your dive log contains critical information about the dive, and helps you log a record of your experience as a scuba diver. They typically contain information like: - The date - Name and location of the dive site - Max depth - Average depth - Dive time (in and out) - Time underwater - Tank pressure at the start and end - Water and surface temperature - Amount of weight used - Dive site conditions - Marine life - Verification area for divemaster/instructor signature, buddy name, and stamp 🤷‍♀️ 3. So What Makes A Good Scuba Diving Log Book? When you're looking for a dive log, there are a few nifty details you might want to look at. - The number of log book pages. The more the merrier, but also the bulkier and heavier. - Water resistance. We have had numerous log books that fall to pieces after getting constantly wet! - Refill pages. Many log books are bound in a spiral and allow you to switch out new pages with old ones. - Compact and lightweight. You're going to bring your dive log along with you on your dive travel so being light is always nice. If you're still confused, don't worry! We'll do the heavy lifting for you. We've seen and used countless log books for all our students, and we're happy to share with you our favorites! 📘 4. Our Favorite Scuba Diving Log Books - Best Overall: PADI Refill Log Book - Red by Padi - Best Custom Log Book: PADI Diver's Blue Log and Training Record (70047) Rev. 3.0 - Best Water Resistant Binder: Dive Logz Binder - Best Travel Log Book: Log Book Low Profile Mini Binder Scuba Diving Dive Flag - Environmental-Friendly Design: Dive Log (SCUBA Logbook with 100 Entries) - Modern Design: Dive Log Book - Scuba Diving Planner - Great for Avid Divers: Travel-Friendly Scuba Logbook With Protective Sleeve ⭐ 5. Reviews – Best Scuba Diving Log Books PADI Refill Log Book - Red by Padi Our Rating★★★★★ Size‎6 x 8 x 1 inchesNo. of Dives50Waterproof?YesPrice$ No matter where your diving adventures take you, it's essential to document your diving experiences. Ensure you keep a record of all your dives and have your logbook with you during your diving vacations. The traditional PADI paper-backed logbook, which is typically red, serves the purpose of recording your dives. Your logbook acts as concrete evidence that you possess the qualifications needed to turn your adventure dives into reality. PADI Diver's Blue Log and Training Record (70047) Rev. 3.0 Our Rating★★★★★ Size‎7.9 x 6 x 0.4 inchesNo. of Divesn/aWaterproof?YesPrice$ This logbook features dedicated pages that span from the initial Open Water Diver certification all the way through to the prestigious Master Scuba Diver qualification. The content is presented in full color and printed on high-quality, non-smear recycled paper, ensuring that your records are both vivid and environmentally friendly. Additionally, it includes a handy equipment checklist, making it even more practical for divers to keep track of their gear and their progress in the world of scuba diving. Dive Logz Binder Our Rating★★★★★ Size5 ½ x 8 inNo. of Dives50Waterproof?YesPrice$$ Elevating the traditional dive binder to new heights, this exceptional binder offers a wealth of impressive attributes. With its modern and streamlined design, it goes beyond the ordinary, setting a high standard for divers who seek excellence. Furthermore, its water-resistant properties add an extra layer of functionality, making it an ideal choice for discerning divers who demand nothing but the best in their equipment and accessories. Dive into the future of organization with this outstanding dive binder! Log Book Low Profile Mini Binder Scuba Diving Dive Flag Our Rating★★★★★ Size9.5"L x 6.5"WNo. of Dives70Waterproof?NoPrice$$ Revolutionary Mini Binder Log Book with 3 Rings - The zippered 3-ring binder is specially designed to accommodate log inserts and includes convenient slots for cards and pens. It also features a quick-snap closure for securing your keys. The log book inserts consist of 66 pages and come included with the binder. The front cover proudly displays the Dive Flag emblem, and the overall dimensions of this innovative log book are 6.5" x 9.5". Dive Log (SCUBA Logbook with 100 Entries, Imperial/Metric Conversion Tables, Hand Signal Review, Equipment & Goals Checklist, World Map) Our Rating★★★★★ Size5.25-inch x 8-inchNo. of Dives100Waterproof?NoPrice$$ - SCUBA record / Log entry pages: 100 - Logbook dimensions: 5.25-inch x 8-inch - Paperback cover This dive log caters to novices and seasoned divers alike. Documenting your underwater adventures offers not only a valuable reference tool but also a contemplative diary where you can record details about your dive conditions, personal statistics, and cherished memories. Within this log, you'll find imperial and metric conversion tables that come in handy when you're exploring different dive locations. These tables facilitate conversions, such as Celsius to Fahrenheit, meters to feet, and bar to psi. The log also features a blank world map where you can mark your dream dive destinations and trace your exploration journey. Additionally, you'll discover a section on basic hand signals to jog your memory before you plunge into your next aquatic expedition. Dive Log Book - Scuba Diving Planner | 100 Dive Log Book | Certified Diver Journal Our Rating★★★★★ Size6 x 9 inNo. of Dives100Waterproof?NoPrice$ One for the avid divers! Every bit of dive data is meticulously structured to mirror the actual diving encounter. Capture details like wave height, currents, and underwater turbulence. Additionally, there are dedicated notes sections equipped with graphing paper to securely store vital personal and potentially life-saving medical information, ensuring quick and effortless access when needed. Ideal for divers of all proficiency levels, whether you're a novice, intermediate, advanced, technical, recreational, or a charter diver. Travel-Friendly Scuba Logbook With Protective Sleeve Our Rating★★★★★ Size4 x 6 inNo. of Dives40Waterproof?YesPrice$ This is a perfect little dive log made by a small, woman-owned business. Protective water-resistant sleeve protects the paper book that allows you to log up to 40 dives. A cute 4 x 6 inches in size, the travel-friendly book includes a dive gear checklist, goal list, and space for dive log highlights. The only downside that after frequent use, the sleeve can tear. 🔍 6. What Are The Alternatives To Scuba Diving Log Books? Now that you have all our favorite scuba diving log books, we'll let you in on a little secret. With some creativity and DIY-know-how, you can have any design of your log book you want! Scuba diving log books are an extremely intimate piece of your dive life and should be tailored exactly to your personal preference. It will record some of your most fun times, and be your travel companion on all your dive trips, so custom make something you are completely in love with! 📄 7. Printable Log Books If you don't need a waterproof book, or a binder, you can download printable diving log books and use them on traditional paper. Downloadable dive logs come in a plethora of designs and have numerous combinations of fields that you can pick and choose from. Some are downloadable free of charge, while there is a small cost associated with others. You can even download separate pages and make yourself a log book with different designs that are exactly how you want it to look. Print as many pages as you want! Then when you dive a bunch and run out of room, simply swap them out with a new design or designs of your choice. DIY Logbooks Now if you truly get adventurous, you can always design your own printable logbook, bind it, and presto! You got yourself a DIY log that you created totally on your own. Designing your logbook is easier than you think, and as an added benefit, you can change it anytime you want. Pro Tip: For the avid scuba diver and if you aren't a big writer and only want to use the logbook to record key information, you can squeeze two dives onto a page, so you'll have to switch out the pages less often. Customizable Log Books by RRRUSHA ❓ 8. Frequently Asked Questions Do I Need A Diving Log Book? New divers should always log their dives. Dive centers often ask new divers to show a record of their training, and for many courses, there are a prerequisite number of dives you'll need before starting them. For example, you'll need 60 dives for divemaster training, and 100 dives for instructor training. Also, logging your dives is a lot of fun. You'll be able to read it in the future and bring back some memories. However, after hundreds of dives, you might get tired of logging your dives! What Do You Look For In A Log Book? Most dive log books come with similar information like time in/out, air, dive site, date, and your dive information. In addition, look for durability (dive logs take a beating!), the ability to refill and change pages, number of dives it can contain, and its weight if you're intending to travel for diving. Continue Reading: - 13 Scuba Diving Rules - Open Water Refresher Checklist - Complete Guide to Getting Scuba Certified 🔚 9. Conclusion Logging your dives is a great idea, especially for beginners. We hope that we've provided you with enough information to continue your dive journey. Thanks for reading and happy bubbles! Read the full article

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Custom Wall Calendars, Photograph Wall Calendars 2023

These calendars are much less real-estate centric and provide full shade images for each month that's relative to the month, changing the actual estate recommendation with a “notes” space in your client to make use of on every month. The cover image can be chosen to replicate the message in your consumer. Thank you a lot for creating the Seeing My Time planner. I purchase planners every year, however this is by far the most useful one which I even have ever used.

Bulk or high value gadgets could additionally be shipped by way of courier, please permit a further 2-3 working days. This tear-off choice allows you to build longer countdowns extra economically, from 30 to 400 days or maybe weeks. We offer a range of calendars that can assist you select the perfect one. Make daily a improtant one, hold a neat monitor of each day/date by having this tear off date desk calendar at your desk.

Your photograph wall calendar will arrive looking great and ready to delight. The Happy Planner from Me & My Big Ideas is one other affordable memory-keeping planner. We didn’t like its disc-bound binding—opening all of it the way around to take a glance at one page at a time wasn’t as easy as with a coil-bound planner. However, considered real estate custom monthly tear off calendars one of our staffers long-term examined one for a 12 months and informed us the format actually worked for her, and he or she didn’t mind the discs. You can technically refill each of these planners, swap covers, or add inserts, but they’re so usually on sale at craft stores that we expect most individuals simply buy a model new one each year.

The yearly planning and guidelines pages within the front—features that most of our other picks don’t have—help you map out a detailed overview of your yr. The months originated as a way to mark time and break up the year into shorter durations based mostly on the Moon’s orbit round Earth. Each sheet additionally features a summary of a sports truth or historical occasion, and sometimes a photo to go along with that writeup. Create custom weekly schedules for home, college, or the office.

Business individuals of the Cantonese dialect group will hold a 'Hoi Nin' prayer to start out their enterprise on the second day of Chinese New Year, blessing enterprise to try in the coming yr. The poem Yuan Ri (元日) also consists of the word "爆竹" , which is believed to be a reference to firecrackers, as a substitute of the previous tradition of firing bamboo, each of that are known as the identical in the Chinese language. After gunpowder was invented in the Tang dynasty and broadly used beneath the Song dynasty, folks modified the tradition of firing bamboo by filling the bamboo pole with gunpowder, which made for louder explosions. Later under the Song, people discarded the bamboo and started to use paper to wrap the gunpowder in cylinders, in imitation of the bamboo. The firecracker was still known as "爆竹", thus equating the brand new and old traditions. It can also be recorded that individuals linked the firecrackers with hemp rope and created the "鞭炮" within the Song dynasty.

In addition to the planning pages, there are additionally tear-off grocery listing sheets that make food shopping that a lot simpler. There’s additionally a page with instructed pasta cooking times, which is certain to come in useful for the recipes to come. If you favor to put out the month ahead real estate tear off calendars, this Rifle Paper Co. is the best planner to consider. The 17-month planner contains tabs for every month, so you can simply flip between months and verify in on any upcoming occasions. In addition to the floral print, the planner can be supplied in other prints.

Unlike another styles, you possibly can even personalize the cover of the planner with the initials of your choice. You’ll have the flexibility to select between it being debossed or handpainted onto the planner. Each choice is a further price, though you’ll have the ability to select the textual content shade and size. The beginning of the guide features yearly calendars for the subsequent two years, so it’s easy to refer to if you want it.

A planner should fit your particular wants, and you could discover that a simple, cheap planner you discover at a big-box store works higher for you than our picks. As for the planner itself, in our preliminary testing some of our testers needed one thing extra portable. The weekly calendar is undated and businesslike, but many companies make inserts to fit tear off calendars if you’re in search of one thing with extra personality. Each weekly web page has bins on the left for every day of the week with a checkbox for duties, whereas the right web page offers clean grid paper. Our present Gregorian calendar and its predecessor, the Julian calendar, both have 12 months.

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do u have any fic recs?

Sorry it took me years to answer this! The truth was I really hadn't read many FMA fics (at least not since the FF days) and was waiting until I actually had some recs to give.

And now I have some! My list will surprise no one, I'm sure.

Soul Friends by KyberHearts

“They were not always, and simply, two minds in one body. Towards the latter part of their alliance, especially in the heat of battle and warmongering, their souls could not distinguish where the prince began and the sin ended.”

Ling Yao returns to Xing to seal his fate as the next Emperor and sets his plans for reunification and peace in motion.

Elsewhere, Alphonse Elric reconciles with the very Truth that stole his body.

I absolutely love the way this fic writes post-canon Alphonse and his relationship with Truth.

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Damaged by xmypandabear

'"He's still in the hospital too, with the Lieutenant," Alphonse said dully. "Blood loss - someone slit her throat..." Ed stared up at the ceiling, remembered the scientist with the gold tooth, and shuddered at the image his brain conjured of the Lieutenant lying on the floor. "But Mei helped her! So, they're sharing a room - the Colonel and Hawkeye, I mean, not Mei, 'cause the Colonel can't use his hands yet, so she's helping him..."

"His hands?" Ed tried to remember.

"It's how they forced him to do it," Al whispered. "They pinned him down so he couldn't move."

Ed fought back nausea. The sense of wrong, wrong, wrong pervaded every sense of his being. How the fuck was any of that equivalent exchange?'

Love me a good post-promised day healing and processing fic. This one focuses a lot on how Al, Ed, Winry, and Roy are all doing immediately post-promised day and the relationships between all those characters.

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Joining of Hands by ehmazing

If you're not breaking a couple of laws, is it really an Elric wedding?

Truly, the best thing about an AlMei wedding is all the hijinks and complications the come from foreign customs and marrying into royalty.

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Legends by Elfpen

Alphonse Elric has been living and studying in Xing for a little more than a year and a half. Now, Ling has asked him - ordered him - to take on a new responsibility and fill the shoes vacated by Van Hohenheim four centuries ago. But what use are legends, really, when they're all frauds? The Son of Heaven and the Son of the Western Sage see it differently.

You ever find a fic that just feels completely catered to you and your interests? I love everything about this fic. Alphonse in Xing and the weird politics he has to maneuver as not only an incredibly skilled foreign alchemist but a close friend of the emperor's - all at a young age. His relationship with Hohenheim and the grief and confusion that comes from never really getting to KNOW Hohenheim and now having to come face to face with the lasting impact his father left on a foreign country. Ling scheming. It's all very, very good.

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The Principle of Mentalism by The-Immortal-Moon (LunaKat)

There’s a woman with a wrench and a penchant for alcoholism, and what he doesn’t know is that she’s going to change everything.

Another fic that feels like it was written specifically for my interests. This one explores Pinako and Hohenheim's first meeting and how a rowdy mechanic from Resembool and a reserved guilt-written immortal from Xerxes ever became friends in the first place. Features Hohenheim and his one million soul friends and a young awkward Pinako who I want to give SUCH a big hug to. I love it so much.

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We'll be Holding on Forever by zipadeea

"Hohenheim left them to save the world. But Dad loved them more than everything in the world."

AU where Alphonse gets his body back a little earlier on the Promised Day.

It changes nothing.

It changes everything.

Read this if you want to cry. It focuses on Ed and Hohenheim's relationship and it is full of pain but also healing and understanding. Great quick read.

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ticket stubs and your diaries by nerdywriiterchild

Alphonse Elric is almost fifteen. He will never know Xerxes.

This one is short but packs a powerful emotional punch and a really interesting character study into only a few paragraphs. Explores the really interesting question: what is it like to mourn a culture you're a part of but will never really know?

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Briding Her Time in Wait

The wedding date was set. Winry and Ling had screamed at one another for months during the preparation out of a mutual need for their childhood friend and half-sister to have the most incredible wedding in the history of either Amestris or Xing, and as a result the wedding canopy suffered from a unique blend of western and eastern traditions that left guests from both sides of the desert confused and requesting refills on drinks that didn’t exist. Still, the two wedding planners manipulated the day into running smoothly, Ling pulling his Emperor card when necessary, Winry pulling her, well, Winry card when necessary, while Ed and Lan Fan stood awkwardly around the food table making small talk that mostly consisted of complaints about automail. By the time the golden groom was ushered through a beautification process that left him requiring an escort to avoid the various women—and men—attempting to seduce him at the last minute, the guests were settled and the wedding was ready to roll.

Except no one knew where the hell the bride had gone.

I'm always a sucker for Scar and Mei's relationship.

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One More Time, With Feeling

In the end the Elric brothers laughed over the irony: The traveller had settled to write books on alchemy while juggling two boisterous children blessed with Rockbell rockheadedness and Elric recklessness, and the settler had taken to travelling between Amestris and Xing for the remainder of his life. It came, really, with having two homes.

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A bird could love a fish, but where would they live?

This one explores Alphonse's relationship with Mei post-series and is VERY in line with how I picture it. Being in love with a foreign princess in line for the throne with a duty to her people and country would make for a very complicated and often strained relationship.

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Magic and Mind by Preelikeswriting

Of all things Edward was prepared for as the day of reckoning grew near, being transported from one world on the edge of war to another was not one of them.

AKA: Edward gets accidentally summoned by Death Eaters, and neither party is happy.

(Pre-Promise Day, HP book 5)

Ok so preface: I rarely like crossover fics and I very rarely like HP crossover fics, but this one just works for me. I think what I like so much about it is that Edward doesn't just get thrown into the world of HP and join the golden trio / order and start fighting Voldemort. Oh no. He does not care about their fight at all. He just wants to get back home and will do anything he needs to to achieve that, even if it makes him look like he's working with Death Eaters or going against Harry and friends.

I think the fun of this fic is that it kind of plays around with the fact that the READER knows who the good guys are of each series and would expect them to join forces. Sure, Ed is the Good Guy of FMA and Harry and friends are the Good Guys of HP, but Ed's goals don't really align with Harry's goals and so they're not really working together, and Ed kind of comes off looking shady af to the HP characters despite the fact that the reader knows why he's doing what he's doing. It's a far more interesting take on Ed goes to HP world than "Ed immediately joins the fight against Voldemort."

The series has three works so far and I haven't finished it, but I really loved the first and what I've read of the second. It also eventually heads into Ed/Draco territory which is not a ship I would have initially read but.....kind of works for me here.

@cayeeast​ 🥰 You are never too late, my inbox is always open. :) I hope Damirae?! I have to preface this:  I apologize in advance. I don’t really do fics like these—this is the first. But I want to grow, be a better writer, and try new things. I have never written anything like this before, so honestly, THANK YOU.

Prompts

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"More sauvignon blanc, Miss?"

A bottle of wine was withdrawn from the metal ice bucket, lifted by their waiter's practiced hands. Beads of ice cold perspiration were congealing, beginning to travel downward as Raven swallowed another gulp of air. Though it was slight, her grasp began to shake around her cutlery. She had done her very best not to look at the bottle during the duration of the meal.

Now it was practically in her face, sweating.

Her breath hitched in her throat, as she watched the condensation continuing a steady drip.

It was quite possibly mocking her.

The moment seemed to stretch on before veering into uncomfortable, until both gentlemen glanced down at her untouched white.

"Malbec, sir?"

"Please."

The waiter gently replaced the white before disturbing the red. He swept around the table to refill another glass for Damian, who murmured a polite thanks.

Damian fingered the long, thin stemmed wine glass and turned it towards himself in circles. Several rotations were completed to air out the liquor. He guided the blackened magenta beverage to his lips and sipped thoughtfully.

"Raven."

Though Raven didn't immediately glance up, she was focusing on her meal rather intently. She shuffled slices of swordfish steak and capers to make them chase her chanterelle mushrooms and root vegetables around the triangular shaped plate in different patterns.

Of course, the half-demon was sure to select the appropriately suited silverware as she did so. Her efforts were starting to slow, however, as the lemon cream sauce became nearly nauseating when paired with seafood vapors.

Did fish always smell quite so pungent?

"Is there something wrong with the food?" She refocused on the handsome face of her dining companion, flickering in and out of the candelabra light.

"No, it's wonderful," Raven insisted. "Really, wonderful—great... presentation." His emerald eyes parsed the perfectly placed parsley and the latticework of sauce that was now a soupy mess saturating a plate of parsnips and fish.

"Oh, well it must have been." Damian exhaled sharply out of the corner of his mouth. "But, I'll always say nothing is too beautiful to eat..." He drawled.

"I guess I'm not as hungry as I thought..." she mumbled, flushing a little more than delicately.

"I hope our waiter doesn't insinuate to the kitchen that the meal fell short of perfection tonight. If the chef doesn't already know..." He scanned the perimeter of the dining room, as if expecting to be ambushed by the staff or a number of dining guests.

"I'm willing to bet if it wasn't so busy, he'd be out here himself, demanding to know what's wrong with the food." He cut his steak as he reminisced. "Remember what happened the time you asked for salt...?"

"It could just be me." Subtly, she slid her plate nearer to the center of the table. "Even though, I'll never be fully assured that fish is the best idea on a Monday... Are you sure it's fresh?"

"Is it fresh?"

A part of her was teasing, but Damian physically recoiled an inch. To insinuate that he would frequent an establishment that would serve his fiancée day old fish? His face was drawn with his jaw so set, it was as though he had been slapped—or someone in the vicinity had insulted his mother.

"I called ahead. That swordfish was caught earlier today. They're in season, sustainably sourced, and delivered directly to the restaurant—"

And with a menu that read: price available upon request, where other establishments printed dollar amounts, they all but prepared it table-side.

"But... you didn't follow them to the docks?" She asked in a deadpan. "You didn't call the fishmonger either? And I'm guessing, you didn't stand in the kitchen and observe the process?" Raven folded her arms. "Well, I don't understand how someone who takes shortcuts manages to run a billion-dollar corporation."

Raven wasn't at all new to this and she wasn't sure she would ever fully get used to it.

But sarcasm always helped.

"I was under the impression it was your favorite... You enjoyed it so much when we were here months ago." Damian's eyes darkened and then shone, like a man accepting a challenge. "Have your tastes changed already?"

"It's just... It's a little strong—the smell." Raven cleared her throat with her cheeks draining of their remaining color. "It's much stronger than I remember."

"Tell me... Is it work?" He surveyed the tail-coated waiter standing at the ready and lowered his voice accordingly. "Is it...something else?"

This was meant to speak of their nightly activities, the ones that involved aliases, capes, and crime.

Well, the other ones that involved aliases, capes, and crime—no safe words.

Inwardly, Raven groaned, because once again she was reminded of how much harder this could become.

By Azar's blood.

"It's not...that either. My stomach really is too unsettled for fish today." She took the napkin from her lap to wipe her mouth. "Normally it wouldn't be, but maybe... I'm a little unsettled, too."

"Tch... Well, I knew there had to be something." A half frown stole across Damian's full lips. "It's me, Raven... And this is us. We don't hide things from each other. Not anymore."

"I know." She heard her voice wavering. "I know that..."

"If there's anything at all, you'll tell me." He reached across the table to brush her hand. "If you're unhappy, tell me. I'll do whatever I can..." he whispered, lifting his eyebrows to punctuate his next words. "And I mean... anything."

Now Raven couldn't contain a crude snort. "I know, Damian."

"We can stop by a jewelry store - that engagement ring looks awfully lonely by itself." She sucked her teeth in a manner that was less than refined.

"Shoe store then... You can never have too many pairs of those very similar—" Haughtily, Raven blew air up through the side of her mouth to ruffle through her hair. "—but different, black pairs of boots..."

"We can take a trip..." His voice grew lower still. "...have a threesome." But, that one might have been a question rather than a suggestion. And as he pondered his words, his fork went sailing straight through the remainder of his steak without the aid of the knife. "Well...maybe not that last one."

"You're incredible...suggesting a ménage à trois at a French restaurant? Coquin." The half demon shook her napkin at him. "I'd laugh if this fish wasn't making my eyes water."

"Well, I'd do anything for you..." he replied evenly. "If it would make you happy, I'd even consider thinking about that last." And Raven shot her lavender eyes straight up towards the domed ceiling. They both knew the truth. "Maybe someday in the far, far future..."

As if he would ever share her.

That was exactly right, wasn't it? As if he would ever share her, or their lives with anyone?

Why would he?

They lived on the top floor of an elegant building in Gotham with a vintage lift whose golden grills led straight out into their penthouse apartment. But, it could be argued that the building wouldn't have been complete without their elderly doorman, Tom.

On the daily, he hailed cabs for Raven. Semi-weekly, he handed Damian hangers of dry-cleaning that refilled their twin walk-in closets of the numerous suits, trousers, and shirts and monochromatic dresses, blouses, and skirts.

Each morning, he bade Raven good morning as she went off to work and each night he held the door as he bade Damian good evening, a spectator in the lover's lockstep.

Weekly, Damian and Raven maintained long-standing lunch dates clustered in his corner office at Wayne Technologies. Monthly, the couple attended Sunday brunch with the extended clan of brothers, sisters, partners, kids, and pets all assembled together at the Manor.

Yes, there were others in their lives.

Even though Damian would argue they existed more or less on the fringes of a tapestry, while he kept her framed at the center.

Still, he seemed to love everything exactly as it was and he was in no hurry to change it. Especially when every night ended with them tangled together in their king-sized bed.

Two.

Plus one dog.

Titus was the only exception. Unless things changed in the far, far future.

"Do you mind if we cut dinner short?" Raven suddenly suggested. It must have been abrupt because Damian seemed caught off guard. "I think I want to go home early, curl up next to you, and finish those final pages of my book."

"Alright." He signaled for the check. "I'd like that... We'll get you home and I want your final thoughts on the ending. They better be scathing." The waiter reappeared instantly and it was like he'd never left. And even though his eyes remained lowered to the ground, she knew he had to be appraising her.

Raven mumbled something about the ladies room. She considered splashing her face with water and giving herself a pep talk. But to what end? The evening had already gone array. Something unexpected had cropped up.

Unexpected.

How was she supposed to tell him this?

Damian was a planner and for the most part, so was she. They didn't do unexpected.

"Actually, I'm going to grab my coat."

She excused herself and placed her napkin next to the untouched glass of wine. Her feet were pinched tighter in the heels with every step towards the exit. Raven followed the partition around the perimeter of the dining room, arriving at the stairs to the entrance hall.

As she waited in the queue for her coat, her eyes wandered past the sweeping architecture and up the wrap around staircase, where Damian was probably talking to the head chef and the owner. Just as he predicted.

She handed over her ticket, her heart leaping towards her chest as the end of the evening dawned on her. And as Raven grabbed the coat, she wanted to whirl around in her uncomfortable heels and march back up those stairs. Uncaring of her rudeness, she'd steal Damian away, tug him towards the hallway with the row of chandeliers and kiss him.

And tell him absolutely everything.

She would tell him why La Chandelle wasn't at all appealing tonight. She would tell him why she'd suggested going out to dinner in the first place. She would tell him why things had changed so suddenly.

And why everything could.

Instead, she slunk away. Out of the restaurant. Onward. The best she could do now was hope: hope they could get home, hope she could get out of these heels as soon as she could. And then, Raven would figure out how to tell him tomorrow.

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"Raven?"

Damian was racing down the stone front steps of the restaurant to meet her at the curb.

"There you are." He was hurriedly slipping a pea coat over his suit jacket and he sounded nearly breathless. "Where did you go?"

"The coat check. Did you get the car?" Her voice sounded small and defeated. "I really, really want to get home..."

"I can see that," He deadpanned. "But that's not what I meant and we both know that." His brown-black brows began to knit together. "You were somewhere else for most of the evening. I know when you slip into your mind fortress and this is different from that. So where did you go, Raven?"

She swallowed and held out her hand for him to take. They walked a few steps in silence, turning towards a side street. The sound of laughter, music, and chatter faded away and for the first time all evening, she felt like she could finally think. Raven exhaled, deciding this was far enough.

"Damian, when I asked about dinner," she began. "I wasn't expecting this... I figured we were going somewhere with a little less wine and a little less fish—less wine cooked into fish..."

He blinked, processing slowly with his hands in his pockets, his head pointed down towards the cobblestone street, coated in a mixture of oil and water. It had to have rained recently. "Well, it's not too late, we can go somewhere else—nothing French, I promise."

He licked his lips before he continued, probably sensing her apprehension. "We can go to that noodle place and ask for two pots of oolong tea instead of the usual one... Or we can just grab tea?" He offered. "But if you're too tired, we can always make it at home. I'll make yours with the biggest, widest mug and saucer we have."

"So you're just...not going to give up on tonight, are you?" Raven murmured, her lavender hair moving as she shook her head from side to side, as if wondering who this man was.

"No, I don't think I will." A smirk started up on his face. "That's the thing about having a fiancée. You can't get rid of me that easily." He tapped her cheek good-naturedly and ghosted over her forehead with his lips. "I'm always going to be here."

"Didn't we...just get engaged?"

"Is that what this is about...?" Her husband-to-be searched every single inch and orifice on her face. "We can slow things down or postpone the wedding for a few months. The last thing I want you is for you to be stressed about this."

"What I mean is..." She ran a hand across her damp forehead. "Gods, I had this whole speech planned—how I was going to tell you..." Raven's unease fell away when she felt warmth radiating in waves, like he was lending her strength.

"Anything," he whispered. "You can tell me anything." He placed his arms on her shoulders.

Raven took a deep breath, her eyes locked on his, and—

"I'm pregnant."

The words froze suspended before them in midair. Damian continued to stare at her, but without blinking. Then, Raven nodded. And then Damian started to nod too.

She couldn't believe she said it aloud; she couldn't believe that it even happened. "I know it should be impossible... And not just that it's too soon."

"You're..." Damian breathed. "You're pregnant."

And he was taking her hands with his own to squeeze them tight. He started to smile—not just smile, he was beaming in a way Raven had only seen once before: when she said yes. This was more than elation, he was in absolute awe of her. He lifted her from the rain-soaked street in a generous hug to sweep her right off her feet.

Damian was holding her, lifting her. Supporting her from below. He was staring up, as his breath streamed sweet steam swirling against the seam of her lips. From somewhere inside blooming outward, was a warmth that no amount of healing or surge of power or strike of hellfire could ever compare.

And he too was giving himself over to this sensation.

With fingers gliding through his hair, eyes welling emotion, she nodded again. And she wrapped her arms around his neck, and drew closer to connect. Deeply, gently, then sweetly, they kissed into the night.

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Damian feathered his lips over hers, placing her gingerly onto her feet. And he was grinning madly at her. Then, his grin slid down a little. And then a lot.

His mouth opened, like he was about to say something. He started to talk and stopped. Started and stopped.

"The wine—"

"The fish—"

He ran a hand down his face while he replayed the events of tonight. "I'm such a goddamned idiot. I'm so sorry, Raven."

"It was a nice meal. I had a great time. So, I couldn't eat anything or drink anything—so what?" Raven chuckled. Whatever cruel sense of irony there was in the world, it was a wonderful night. "You know, it's actually hilarious in hindsight, and now we have a funny story to tell our friends... A-and our—our—"

She was enveloped by the warmest, safest embrace Damian could manage as he was trembling. He rocked her and held her tight, inhaling deeper and exhaling harder until they both relaxed. "I am sorry. I should have sensed something more was going on."

"Well, neither of us thought this was even possible. Up until three days ago, I didn't know it was," Raven blurted. And it felt so good to blurt around him again. "We live together. I could have said it at breakfast. Or at the movies on Sunday... When we were in the shower together, last night. I'm the idiot. "

"The shower..." he repeated. "So that's why you were a little touchy about your body." She groaned loudly—this was not happening. "Raven, you've got absolutely nothing to worry about," Damian insisted. "And besides, you're not even showing yet."

"That's what you think," she grumbled.

His lips curled up. "Habibti." Raven raised an eyebrow. She knew as well as he did, that he had better choose that next sentence very carefully. "Habibti... you've always had an aura glowing about you, only now it's just going to grow brighter."

"Pfft," Raven muttered. "Right. As I grow bigger and rounder."

"You know what, yes," he scoffed. "You will get bigger and I don't care. For that matter, neither should you." Gingerly tilted her chin towards him. The way he was gazing at her, with unconditional love, understanding. "You'll be just as beautiful—equally exquisite."

Who could ever doubt Damian?

"And you'll be even more sensitive in all the right places." His low voice was filled with the darkest promises of sin. "I can hardly wait."

"You're dangerous," Raven murmured, knowing she was turning pink.

"Dangerous?" His nose traced the curve of her neck, as the skin shivered.

"As if you didn't know," she said flatly. "It's probably how you managed to conceive with a half-demon in the first place."

She felt him chuckle into her skin, then it morphed into something like a groan. "So, I botched dinner... And sex in the shower... I should have drawn you a nice, hot soak in the tub... Gone down on you for an hour at least...gone a few blocks past the park to grab some slices of 99 cent pizza..."

"How did you know about the pizza?" Raven's eyes widened on her flushed face. "Did Tom tell you?" Whenever Raven said she was going to 'feed the pigeons in the park', what it really meant was she was going to cut through the park to grab a slice of the cheapest pizza she could get her hands on.

So much for the code.

"You actually thought that was a secret?" And when Damian rolled his eyes, he looked less worried and more like his usual surly self. "Please. I've seen the napkins and the pathetic excuses for paper plates... Really, I should have known something was up, there were a few more than usual."

Through the ovens of pizza and pregnancy, he knew and he loved her.

And Raven threw herself forward and held him tightly to her. "You're sort of perfect, you know that?" she mumbled into the hard chest, smelling the usual amber and spiced apricot. She lifted her head and he brushed an errant strand of lavender from her eyes. "I don't want to cut tonight short. Actually... I kind of want frozen yogurt."

"Fro-yo it is."

And as they walked, he bent his head towards her. He touched her face and murmured, "I...can't believe you're carrying my child..."

Damian began to kiss her so avidly, so impatiently, they had to stop in the middle of the sidewalk. She was moaning and pulling pomegranate and malbec from his lips until they were both breathless.

Damian gave her a final peck and they walked back to the restaurant. It was all such a daze, Raven barely remembered him asking the valet to bring their car around. She made a motion towards the door and she noticed he'd already held the passenger side ajar for her.

"I can still do that myself."

"Hmm..." He stared off into the distance with a vague smile, as though contemplating their future. "You're going to fight me at every turn aren't you?"

"No," Raven said quickly. His eyes flickered faintly with amusement. "Not frozen yogurt—I want ice cream. Real, honest-to-goodness, ice cream made with cream, and all the toppings. Whipped cream, hot fudge..."

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"Birdie's Diner?"

"Ignore the name, it's a good restaurant. I used to come here all the time, even before we were—" Raven was trying to pull his fingers aside to see his flushed face lit by the bright neon sign. "All diners serve eggs, alright? I'm sure that's all it means."

"And that's the only thing that drew you here?"

He hung his head in defeat before holding the door. "After you."

There were low lamps hanging over the booths and classic rock stringing out of a jukebox in the corner. Raven hadn't been to a diner like this one in well, ever. The hostess handed over two laminated menus and told them to seat themselves. So Raven sat in a red vinyl booth in the back corner, and very discreetly, slipped off her heels.

Instantly, it felt much homier than La Chandelle.

"Raven, we're getting you the best OB in Gotham—that's non-negotiable," Damian was saying. One coffee down and he picked up exactly where he'd left off in the car, driving and planning particulars. "Or Kori can recommend us hers - they're probably accustomed to working with unique cases."

Demonic blood or not, Raven sincerely doubted there was any OB-GYN in the city that wouldn't pass off a patient or two on a colleague, to quite literally, bag a Wayne baby.

The caffeine had fully set in because he was drumming his fingers absentmindedly on the table while he spoke. "It'll cost us another Sunday morning, because you know Kori will want to do an extended brunch when we tell her and Dick the news."

And the second they told her, Raven would promptly conjure up an extra-strength, soundproof barrier around her cellphone to contain the joyous shrieks. And she'd probably have to buy a new phone.

"But it'll be worth it... You know what, it's not too late, I can probably call Dick right now." His left hand darted towards his pocket.

"No. No, you won't." She placed her hand over his. "We'll do it in the morning. Tonight, you're going to sit here with me and eat ice cream, okay?" Then, her ears perked up in a way that Titus would have been proud of. Hearing the sound of a whipped cream dispenser, behind the diner counter, she was almost gleeful. Her ice cream was in transit and was arriving on a round, plastic serving tray.

"Here ya go, sweethearts." A waffle-printed glass dish and two spoons were deposited onto the smooth, scrubbed surface between them. "Enjoy."

"Thank you." She smiled back at the kindly woman in the light blue waitress uniform, with a name tag that read Shirley.

Cookies and cream on a bed of bananas, crushed oreos. Whipped cream and hot fudge. Even one of those radioactive-red cherries on top. And it was absolutely wonderful. She passed Damian one of the long, thin-handled spoons, which they both knew was ill-suited for ice cream. According to Alfred, it was technically for iced tea, but appropriate cutlery was far from her mind. She tapped her spoon to his.

Cheers.

Raven dug in and moaned. In a word it was: heavenly, and far better than she could remember of ice cream. Six more bites and she could just imagine the tip of her spoon about to hit the bottom of her half. That cherry was hers.

"Hey Damian," she nudged his spoon with her own. "Now you're not eating."

"I was thinking..."

"You can think later... You've done more than enough." They would deal with the rest tomorrow. For now, she chose to think of this as a little celebration of the news—just between them.

"Come on, don't let me eat this alone... Sympathy weight starts tonight." She swallowed another spoonful while he glowered at her. And Raven knew full well he'd already had an entire steak earlier. "Don't worry about abs, your aura will just glow brighter."

"Tch—I wonder what genius said that..."

Raven snorted, but didn't argue. In fact, she was absolutely fine with riding Damian's abs—and hard body—straight into the next two trimesters.

"But I have to agree about one thing." Damian drew up his thumb, using it to wipe a smudge of whipped cream from her upper lip. "There is something about real cream..." He held her gaze as he licked his finger slowly.

The blood in Raven's core was warming, the temperature forming liquid fuel for an ache of a different kind. Officially, they had been together for over a year. And this man was now her fiancée. How did he always manage to turn her into some sort of sticky mess?

It had to be unnatural because it was utterly unfair.

Not so subtly, Raven tilted her head at the space next to her. And Damian joined her on the other side of the booth. The diner and the ice cream were so much better with his thigh lined against hers.

"Raven, can I...?" He hesitated, waiting for her approval. He held his hand up to her stomach.

"Of course you can."

Softly, he stroked the skin over her shirt, where the tiny swell would eventually grow. "Raven," he whispered at last, and she opened her eyes. "I want us to take that trip."

"A trip?" Her eyes were so wide only a sliver of purple remained. "A moment ago, you were talking about baby-proofing the apartment." He seemed unfazed. "Nannies? Au pairs? Daycare? What happened to buying every pregnancy and parenting guide our devices will permit? We can't take a trip, wouldn't that be an irresponsible start?"

"We can make time for something important like this," he insisted. "It could be good for you. And for us."

"Why in the name of Azar and all her disciples would this be a good idea?"

"Hear me out... A mother and father-to-be take a trip before the baby actually comes—a baby-moon. That's what they're called," Damian murmured. "I propose we take one, before our lives, and bodies change." He spooned a dollop of whipped cream and slid it between his lips. "What do you think?

"Oh..."

"We don't have to..." He said quickly and dropped the spoon in the dish.

"I think...it could be an interesting idea."

"If you think it's not for us," Damian reached for her and stroked her hair calmly. "I understand."

"No—Damian—we should do this." She searched his eyes. "I want to do this with you."

"Yes." Damian kissed the top of her head. "Just you and me, Raven. We can go anywhere you want."

~Spring Quarantine Study Challenge~

Well... I don’t know about you guys, but I’m still doing university from my childhood bedroom.  So to keep myself and you guys accountable I have created another challenge!  This challenge is going to be 110 days long!  Feel free to do prompts you like, all of them, some of them, or just follow the tag for the adventure!  I can’t wait to read what you have all posted!

Alright, now that I have everybody up to date on how this is going to pan out let’s get to the nitty gritty of what exactly we are going to be doing! There is going to be new prompts each weekday and similar reflective posts on Saturday and Sunday!

Tags for this challenge are going to be #SpringQuarantineStudyChallenge #SQSC #heyspell-studies and anything you’d like to add!  Feel free to @spell-studies and tag me with #heyspell-studies

~I’m going to do a read more so I don’t overwhelm your scrolling lol~

1. Mon. Jan. 25: Welcome back to another challenge! What are your goals?

2. Tue. Jan 26: What classes are you taking this semester?

3. Wed. Jan 27: what are you most excited for this semester/challenge?

4. Thur. Jan 28: Wanna post a work space pic?

5. Fri. Jan 29: TGIF what’s today’s ~vibe~?

6. Sat. Jan 30: How did this week go for you?

7. Sun. Jan 31: What’s the plan for next week?

8. Mon. Feb. 1: Favorite studyblr tip/quote?

9. Tue. Feb. 2: Shelfie!

10. Wed. Feb. 3: What are you doing as a study break today? Post a pic!

11. Thur. Feb. 4: Why did you join studyblr?

12. Fri. Feb. 5: Currently reading?

13. Sat. Feb. 6: How did this week go for you?

14. Sun. Feb. 7: What’s the plan for next week?

15. Mon. Feb. 8: Did you have a nice weekend? Did you take a good rest?

16. Tue. Feb. 9: Small goals this week?

17. Wed. Feb. 10: guilty pleasure show!

18. Thur. Feb. 11: How do you manage your time?

19. Fri. Feb. 12: Give yourself three compliments!

20. Sat. Feb. 13: How did this week go for you?

21. Sun. Feb. 14:  What’s the plan for next week? (also can I be ur Valentine!?)

22. Mon. Feb. 15: Currently listening to!

23. Tue. Feb. 16: Favorite study app? (or any app it’s your blog!)

24. Wed. Feb. 17: Cozy corner, what makes you feel cozy?

25. Thur. Feb. 18: Do you exercise? Do you have a favorite type?

26. Fri. Feb. 19: Tag some friends and write them a little note!

27. Sat. Feb. 20: How did this week go for you?

28. Sun. Feb. 21:  What’s the plan for next week?

29. Mon. Feb. 22: What is your study style?

30. Tue. Feb. 23: Do you study in your pajamas?

31. Wed. Feb. 24: What is your favorite doodle? Show us!

32. Thur. Feb. 25: Cursive or print?

33. Fri. Feb. 26: Handwritten or typed notes?

34. Sat. Feb. 27: How did this week go for you?

35. Sun. Feb. 28:  What’s the plan for next week?

36. Mon. March 1: How do you prep for class?

37. Tue. March 2: Blue or black ink?

38. Wed. March 3: Favorite type of self care?

39. Thur. March 4: How do you stay motivated for school?

40. Fri. March 5: What is your favorite vice?

41. Sat. March 6: How did this week go for you?

42. Sun. March 7: What’s the plan for next week?

43. Mon. March 8: Planner, bullet journal or?

44. Tue. March 9: To- do list!

45. Wed. March 10: Hydration station, how are you hydrating today?

46. Thur. March 11: have you ever tried a study tracker?

47. Fri. March 12: When was the last time you really treated yourself?

48. Sat. March 13: How did this week go for you?

49. Sun. March 14: What’s the plan for next week?

50. Mon. March 15: Halfway! Goal check in how are you doing?

51. Tue. March 16:  Share your to read list!

52. Wed. March 17: Share what you have read!

53. Thur. March 18: Shameless self promo! Drop your handles!

54. Fri. March 19: Any new goals?

55. Sat. March 20: How did this week go for you?

56. Sun. March 21: What’s the plan for next week?

57. Mon. March 22: What are you grateful for today?

58. Tue. March 23: What are you proud of yourself for?

59. Wed. March 24: Favorite sweet?

60. Thur. March 25: What makes you happy?

61. Fri. March 26: What are your strengths?

62. Sat. March 27: How did this week go for you?

63. Sun. March 28: What’s the plan for next week?

64. Mon. March 29: What is your weakness?

65. Tue. March 30: Can’t pour from an empty cup! How do you refill your cup?

66. Wed. March 31: What was the last compliment you got?

67. Thur. April 1: When do you feel most at peace?

68. Fri. April 2: Who do you admire?

69. Sat. April 3: How did this week go for you?

70. Sun. April 4: What’s the plan for next week?

71. Mon. April 5: What does your ideal work day look like?

72. Tue. April 6: What does your ideal off day look like?

73. Wed. April 7: Where do you see yourself in six months?

74. Thur. April 8: How would somebody else describe you?

75. Fri. April 9: What does your best life look like?

76. Sat. April 10: How did this week go for you?

77. Sun. April 11: What’s the plan for next week?

78. Mon. April 12: City or country living?

79. Tue. April 13: Paper books or e-readers?

80. Wed. April 14: Favorite study beverage?

81. Thur. April 15: What are your hobbies?

82. Fri. April 16: Favorite smell?

83. Sat. April 17: How did this week go for you?

84. Sun. April 18: What’s the plan for next week?

85. Mon. April 19: What language are you (or do you want to) learn?

86. Tue. April 20: Do you play any instruments?

87. Wed. April 21: When are you most comfortable?

88. Thur. April 22: Are you extroverted or introverted?

89. Fri. April 23: How do you handle life requirements outside of school?

90. Sat. April 24: How did this week go for you?

91. Sun. April 25: What’s the plan for next week?

92. Mon. April 26: Where would you study abroad if you could go anywhere?

93. Tue. April 27: Warm bubble bath or stress relieving shower after studying?

94. Wed. April 28: Favorite study snack? 

95. Thur. April 29: Do you best in the morning or the evening?

96. Fri. April 30: Would you consider yourself a romantic?

97. Sat. May 1: How did this week go for you?

98. Sun. May 2: What’s the plan for next week?

99. Mon. May 3: Favorite book?

100! Tue. May 4: View from your window!

101. Wed. May 5: Give some advice to younger studyblrs!

102. Thur. May 6: What time does your alarm go off?

103. Fri. May 7: Do you like to write?

104. Sat. May 8:How did this week go for you?

105. Sun. May 9: What’s the plan for next week?

106. Mon. May 10: Almost done! Take a peek at your goals how’d you do?

107. Tue. May 11: Game plan for final exams? 

108. Wed. May 12: How are you managing finals?

109. Thur. May 13: Hopeful! What’s your plan for break?

110! Fri. May 14: All done! Pat yourself on the back! What have you learned and/or what are you proud of!

Hi! Fellow adhd Tryina Get It Together person here. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind sharing a link for that notebook you found? I've tried googling and reverse image searching and am still coming up empty. I have all the same needs from a planner/notebook that you described and incredible difficulty finding any that meet those needs, so the fact that you found one (and one so cute! at that), is extremely exciting to me and I'd love to look into it for my own purchasing, so it'd be wonderful if you could link to where you got it if you don't mind. Totally understand if you don't feel like/aren't able tho! Either way, I'm super happy you found one you're excited about and wish you much luck and success in having it!!

Hey dude.

The notebook i found is not like fully adhd proof because it didn't have the doodles inside i wanted, but the design is just so darn cute. They are from a brand called Komoni and i just knew looking at it that i would get excited about school anytime i would use it.

I actually just got it today (sorry about not answering sooner, i wanted to check it out in person before i recced) and it looks just like the picture. The front and back is wood (which is great, because i absolutely hate soft material on my notebooks, it's a sensory think i think, not sure) and the image is carved into it, so it has this cool 3d effect.

I still want a notebook with predrawn doodles on every page, but this is like the 2nd best thing. It also has big rings holding it all together (so you can refill it) so i plan on adding some beads to the rings to fiddle with during class.

This is the website, i'm pretty sure they ship internationally.

https://komoni.amsterdam/nl/collections/notebooks-nl

Btw, i got the froggie one (yes i know it's a turtle, but he is my froggie). But still deciding for the 2nd one i want to get, debating between these two.

The Kiss Thief - Park Seonghwa Social Media AU

20. Chapter Sixteen: Happy Realisation✨ (Meant as a sarcastic remark to the Reader, wishing her Happy Realisation like Happy Birthday)

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The Special Weekly Segment, Weekly Flower Delivery had thoroughly infiltrated your mind with admiration of love and swooning until you remembered that you decided to justify your feelings about Seonghwa, with Seonghwa by talking to Seonghwa.

Oh, Park Seonghwa.

What are you going to say? For starters, you had few options you considered:

1) 'Hey! Crazy story. Remember when I liked you in high school but I think it was childish, so I'd like to know what are your present thoughts about it?'

Fairly normal but quite formal.

2) 'Hello there kind sir. Would you like discussing our past embarassing affairs, mostly the mortifying felony committed by me over a glass of liquor?'

It feels like you're asking for great lord's hand in marriage, one who owns expansive estates in the 1740s.

3) 'Hey, Seonghwa, so you know how we've been spending some time together and I have been thinking about us, together, as in a dating, you know what I mean?'

'You know what I mean?' What are you about to do? Transcend into a rap battle?

At the end, you considered it's best to say what feels appropriate at the given situation.

Hopefully, it's appropriate.

The Dazzling Night group is buzzing excitement of accomplishment after the special segment.

The atmosphere shifting from a rather intimate confession to a declaration of never fading love has successfully set a mood for the team to celebrate the well executed show with chicken and beer by the riverside at midnight.

Yeosang and Mingi leave before the rest and decide to get the food on the way to arrange a seating area for comfortable dinner.

The remaining ride in Seonghwa's car after he frantically arrived at the studio looking fresh and clean.

After a short ten minute ride, you breathe in the gusts of winds, carrying a gentle scent of the river.

The location is a little crowded for the night but might disperse as the clock ticks by.

It isn't difficult to spot the waving figures of Yeosang and Mingi in a quiet corner, keeping a safe distance from other groups for private, mostly chaotic conversations of the group.

Jongho collapses on the mattress within a second of spotting it.

"This is the life of a successful segment planner." He states with a deep inhale.

"Okay bragger, save this for later. I'm hungry." Mingi pushes the boy out of the mattress, rolling him onto the grass but Jongho has no plans of sitting straight.

Yeosang twists open a bottle with fizzle. "We need to make a toast."

The rest of you begin arranging your dinner in front of the widespread, breathtaking view of the river and the brightly lit bridge.

Seonghwa and you begin unpacking the boxes of variety of chicken while Hongjoong pours out drinks for everyone.

"A toast? Why? Are we already done with Dazzling Night for this semester?" Hongjoong comments without looking up.

Yeosang gives him a look. "C'mon, read the mood." He falls back beside Mingi. "Seonghwa loves giving speeches anyway. We love a sentimental mood setter."

You nudge the mentioned boy. "Oh? Then I'm looking forward to it too!"

He plops down and rolls his eyes. "For once can you guys stop ganging up on me?"

Your best friend props up his body lazily, supporting his weight on his arms. "Make a toast, make a toast, make a toast."

You snicker and shake your head at the lack of enthusiasm. "Wow, you surely want him to make a toast."

Hongjoong offers you a small cup of beer. "Okay then, would you like to make a toast instead?"

Taken aback, you study the amount of twinkling eyes settled on you. "Oh, hell no." You thrust the cup at the suggested person.

Seonghwa looks at you with dramatic betrayal written all over his features. "My knight in--" His eyes study your frame, "My knight in jeans and flannel, I thought you'd surely save me."

The entire group bursts out in laughter.

Placing a hand on your hip, you gulp down the contents of the small cup. "Why did the ganging up shift from him" You jab a thumb at innocent looking Seonghwa, "To me?"

Jongho simply shrugs. There's an evident satisfaction displayed in his slackened movements.

You feel comfortable as well.

You're used to, no, you are loving the playful bantering but god forbid, you'll never admit this out loud, especially in front of the teasing devil himself.

"Alright, alright" Seonghwa refills your empty cup and lifts up his big one. "Here's a toast to not even a week into Dazzling Night yet to the most talented group of people making everyone's night, especially each other's by working together and supporting each other. How's that for a sentimental toast?"

All of you raise your plastic cups in unison with a gentle 'cheers' and down the booze in one shot.

Mingi wipes his non existent tears. "Fantastic. I'd like to thank my mother, my father and mostly importantly the baby account I followed on instagram two weeks ago which gives me joy---"

He is unable to finish his speech of 'gratitude' as Yeosang shoves him away with a quick push, making the tall boy almost land sideways on top of sauce pouches.

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Throughout dinner, you simply cannot stop smiling or almost rolling over the grass.

It is truly a wild dinner.

One moment Hongjoong slaps away Yeosang's hand from stealing his well deserved chicken wing and another Jongho suddenly belts out a song to honour the evening, earning loud claps from the people seated nearby.

The conversations begin with Seonghwa and Hongjoong reminiscing their first meeting together, makes it's way through the emotional valley but eventually returns to the clowning station.

Time passes by quickly as you munch over different kinds of delicious chickens melting on your tongue with new flavours everytime you grab one from a different box.

Yeosang takes all the credit for the ten out of ten dinner and all the guys agree with the chicken maniac, as addressed by his friends.

As the night gets darker, people start disappearing slowly and you begin to notice the questionable amount of empty beer bottles lying around.

"I think I'm drunk." Hongjoong presses his temple with a wince.

Yeosang grabs the elder's arm and leans into his shoulder with a pout. "Yeosang wants to eat more chicken."

Jongho breaks into a fit of coughs while Mingi throws back his head, booming with laughter.

"Did he just refer to himself in third person?" Eyes wide, you turn to Seonghwa for an answer.

"Yeosang transforms into a cute little kid when he's drunk, he has a low alcohol tolerance." His cheeks are slightly tinted with the pink colour. You don't know if you should be trusting his tolerance either.

"Oh my god, I should totally make a video." Mingi pulls out his phone but Jongho is quick enough to snatch it.

"You don't want to see tomorrow's sunrise?"

Out of everyone, maybe even you, Jongho appears the most sober, as if he hasn't drank at all.

Hongjoong's hand gently pats the drunk one's back. "C'mon, it's getting late, let's go to the restroom and sober up so we can leave."

Jongho leaves his place with a sigh. "I'm going with those three, I think they need some supervision."

Seonghwa places down his refilled cup. "Good idea. I'll stay back with (y/n) and clean up."

You nod. It is indeed getting late.

The three drunk ones trudge towards the washrooms with a normal walking Jongho following behind.

"Let's clean this up, shall we?" You eye the mess scattered around.

As you try to lift your body with much difficulty, a hand wraps around your wrist and pulls you down causing you to yelp.

"But you wanted to talk." You breath hitches for a moment as he turns sideways to place his forehead on your shoulder.

Oh, how you had hoped for him to magically forget about it.

You lift up his head with the support of one finger. "Are you sure you aren't drunk?"

His hands pat his cheeks a few times. "Definitely not drunk." He inches a little closer. "So, tell me."

A chuckle leaves your lips at his attempts to appear sober. "Oh, well, I don't know how to bring this up and I'd rather talk if you will remember this tomorrow as much as I want you to forget."

His shoulders slump. "Oh, (Y/N), is this about our cute little history that you find embarassing."

"What? How did you know that? Wait, who told you---" You blabber out surprised and to deepen the surprise he places a finger on your lips.

"Hey, hey, calm down." His eyes land on the finger and he quickly retrieves it. He clears his throat. "I mean, it is a little obvious. I think it is obvious to everyone but you."

Your cheeks heat up a little at his statement. "Obvious? Okay, since it is that obvious. Yes, yes I am a little embarassed, maybe more than a little embarassed."

Seonghwa tilts his head to the side, an intense look in his eyes. "That's not what I meant (Y/N) but tell me what are you embarassed about?"

Gathering your legs closer to your chest, you place your chin in between the knees. "Well, you know" You let your words trail but draw in a deep breath. "I was fifteen and what happened was silly and ever since we started hanging out together, I feel really comfortable with you and you're really nice. Oh my god, I'm getting nowhere with this." Your feet begin moving in a continous motion.

Seonghwa fixes his posture and sits up straight. "(Y/N)?"

"Yeah?" You look up.

"I liked fifteen year old you. A girl who liked me, often encouraged me even though she didn't understand 11th grade struggles but it's not something that I look back at and make fun of but it's a fond memory that there was a cute girl who liked me back when I was young and too tense for a 17 year old boy." His precise answer tugs a string of your heart.

"Yeah, you were too tense for a 17 year old boy. Remember how you often lectured me like you understand all concepts of the world at such an young age." You comment with an playful smile.

A picture of a young Seonghwa passionately explaining time management like a professor pops up in your mind with a young you listening as if he's reciting a romantic poem. Oh, how smitten you were.

Funnily enough, you still are.

Seonghwa pushes his fingers through his hair with a shy smile, eyes focused on the night sky. "Oh my god. I can't believe you remember that."

You bump your shoulder with his. "How can I forget, you were adorable."

A stange energy is brewing within you. This comfort is unmatched.

He turns to you, fingers suddenly grab your cheeks. "Don't get cheeky with me now." He says in an extremely soft voice.

"Hey, this is not fair. What are you doing?" You get a hold on both of his hand to remove them but fail.

He pulls them a little before letting them go, you rub the sore spots. "You're as much as a troublemaker as you were back then, you just hide it now. Don't you?"

Maybe it's the courage supplied by the little alcohol in your system or maybe it's just him, you grab his face with your hands.

His eyes widen at your actions. "What are you doing?"

You gently bump your forehead onto his. "I'm trying to be bold and knocking some sense into you."

The shocked expression subdues into a serious one. One you hadn't expected to see. "I wouldn't suggest that. What if I really end up forgetting what you're about to do next?"

As soon as he speaks those words, you let go of his face and create a safe distance between you two. "What do you mean? I wasn't going to do anything but bump my forehead with yours! What are you thinking!"

He begins stuffing the empty chicken boxes into each other pretending as if you weren't just inches apart a second ago.

"What if I end up bumping my forehead even harder than you did?" He asks with the most false concern present on his face.

You grab the nearest bottle cap and aim it right at his forehead but he's too quick to catch it. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry."

"YOU stop being cheeky, can't you tell I was trying to flirt with you!" You let both of your hands rest on your hips.

His mouth forms an "O". "I mean, I should definitely do that, I have the right to. It's not like you know that I've been flirting with you all this time."

You freeze for a moment, eyes blinking twice. "You've been flirting with me?"

He throws up his hands in an exasperated gesture.

"Wait, you've been flirting with me? You weren't just having fun making me suffer by being extremely kind and nice yet teasing and--" The long list of conversations run in your mind and then it pings. "Oh."

Seonghwa begins clapping. "Thank you so much for finally noticing."

Your fall down on the support of your knees.

"Oh my god, Park Seonghwa has been flirting with me all this time"

You realise you've said it out loud and wish to sink further into your hands.

"Yes, I have been." His fingers gently ruffle your hair. "Now, clean this up before Jongho comes back and grumbles about it."

You slowly lift up your head and look at him casually collecting the mess, unphased.

"You're not going to let this one die. Are you?" Hesitant, you await an answer.

He chuckles. "Of course not."

"Fantastic." You stand up, unable to shake off the realisation.

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Pairing: College Student! Seonghwa x College Student! Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, A teeny tiny bit of smut with a pinch of angst

Synopsis: High school crushes are often silly and forgotten. However, you cannot forget the one senior, you "borrowed" once a kiss from. Years have passed and it's a memory you laugh at but what will happen if you're to encounter the same senior in a much different setting and situation? Especially during your first year of college.

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After writing this I low-key wanna start a written fic he-he.

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Can you do a pov reader with SAO gang holiday special?

This was a fun challenge! I’ve only ever written ONE POV reader before, and it was an x Reader for a mutual’s birthday! I thought long and hard about how to fit the reader into this fic, and I think it turned out pretty decent! Let me know how I did! 

           As you’re walking home from school, your phone vibrates in your pocket. Since you’re on the train, you slip it out and check the notification, curious if it’s a friend texting or just your mom telling you what to do about dinner. To your delight, it’s a group text. You flip it open to see a few people have already responded to the initial message. It looks like Asuna’s invited everyone over to the log cabin for a small holiday party in ALO. Lisbeth spammed the chat with a bunch of excited emojis, and a few confirmations had already been sent from Sinon, Leafa, and Klein. You think about how much homework you have to do for a moment, and then, with a shrug, you decide that it’s just one day. You deserve to hang out with your friends, especially for the holidays.

           With your confirmation typed up and sent, you smile and pocket your phone just in time to get off at your train stop. If you hurry and get a decent amount of homework done, you won’t have as much to worry about when you head to the ALO party later. You speed down the sidewalk at a quicker pace than usual, already feeling excited to have some much-needed break time from all of the school stress. Racing into your home, you barely stop long enough to slip into your house slippers and then you dash past the kitchen to grab a snack before you head into your room. You check the time. You have a couple of hours before the party.

           In that time, you complete as much homework as you can, checking off each subject’s work as you go in your planner. You get a lot more done than you thought you would have; perhaps the motivation of the holiday party gave you more energy. When you’re finally closing the last tab on your homework readings, you breathe out a sigh of relief and turn your head to look at your Amusphere, sitting there on the headboard of your bed, waiting to be turned on. With an eager grin, you change into some more comfortable clothes for diving, crawl onto the bed after closing your door and putting a note on it for your family, and then you slip the Amusphere over your eyes. You say the two magic words that will take you to Alfheim, and before you know it, you’re materializing in the living area, receiving a smile from Asuna and Sinon, who are setting up the coffee table with little decorations.

           “Oh, you’re a little early!” Asuna says. “Good! Can you take care of some of the decorations? Lisbeth was supposed to be here by now, but she’s running a little late because her mom needed her to do something.”

           You’re eager to help, so you ask her what decorations need taking care of. As it turns out, they’ve purchased pretty much everything the game had to offer in the ways of holiday decorations. There were wreaths, decorative candles that burned in different colors to resemble holiday string lights, more traditional candles, lots of red and green ribbons and garlands, strings of popcorn, and candy canes. Asuna has even gone through the trouble of making everyone holiday outfits that fit with their ALO races. She gives you yours, and you equip it quickly to get in the spirit of the party.

           Decorating goes fairly easy in ALO. All one has to do is hold something up to the wall and then press a button on the menu to say that it was where you wanted it. You take care of the wall decorations; Lisbeth and Silica show up a little after you and insist on putting up a tree by themselves. Sinon catches your eyes and rolls hers as Silica accidentally wrapps herself up in tree garlands. You can’t help but giggle at the sight. You’re stuck between untangling Silica and possibly taking a screenshot. In the end, Klein shows up and takes care of the issue—only to get himself stuck.

           Alice and Eugeo are the next to arrive, closely followed by Agil. They get to work immediately, making sure everything is in place. By the time Kirito and Leafa arrive, most of the work was done. Sinon immediately accuses Kirito of trying to get out of sharing the work, and Asuna jumps to his defense quite calmly, saying that he wouldn’t have been much of a help anyways. Kirito looks as if he’d wilted. Eugeo pats him on the back, laughing and telling him that it was okay that he was late. Asuna shares the remainder of the holiday outfits with the latecomers, and soon, everyone is festively dressed.

           The little log cabin looks splendid. You give Silica and Lisbeth a thumbs’ up for how nice the tree looks. The coffee and dinner tables both look grand, and they’d been filled with holiday-themed goodies, both traditional and ALO-specific treats. Asuna and Kirito said they’d paid for all of it. You think about how much yrd this all cost, and then you immediately put that thought out of your mind. They wouldn’t want you to think about that—they wanted everyone to have fun and spread cheer.

           “Shall we propose a toast?” Agil suggests.

           Lisbeth picks up a champagne glass and holds it in the air.

           “Yeah, a toast!” she says. “To another year of successful questing!”

           Kirito nods and picks up a glass of his own. You follow suit, and the others aren’t that far behind.

           “It’s been a long year of adjusting,” he says. “But we’ve all come to appreciate this world as our own as much as the world we were born in. This holiday season, let’s just be grateful that we can be ourselves in VRMMOs freely.”

           Sinon rolls her eyes.

           “And cheers to the increased drop rate for the holiday event,” he throws in at the end.

           Lisbeth snorts and starts laughing.

  ��        “Kiritooo,” she says. “Be serious!”

           Asuna jumps in before Kirito could make things any less serious.

           “Alright, everyone!” she says. “We’ve got the savory foods ready on the big table and the sweet ones are in here on the coffee table! Please, do, take as much as you like! There’s plenty for a few more rounds of completely filled plates! And drinks are in the kitchen!”

           Not a word more needed to be said. Everyone hurries to grab a plate, and you find yourself trying to decide what all to try. The traditional treats could be found offline, but they were sure to be great, since Asuna most likely made them with her high cooking skill. On the other hand, the ALO holiday-themed treats were probably unique and interesting in their own right, and you’d never be able to recreate those in the real world—at least, not without some help from a decent cook friend, that is. In the end, you try to take a little bit of everything. After all, your virtual stomach doesn’t fill up the same way your real one did. You’d be safe trying as much food as possible.

           You take a seat on the long futon in the living area, seated between Lisbeth and Sinon. Lisbeth, like you, has filled up her plate with everything she could fit on it, while Sinon has selected a few things and separated them evenly on her plate. You look across the room to see Kirito with an equally stuffed-looking plate in his usual place in the rocking chair, and Yui is seated on his head eagerly downing a gingerbread cookie. Asuna sits down beside them in the chair, and across from you, Leafa, Alice, and Silica take up the opposite futon. Klein and Agil have cornered Eugeo to ask him questions about life in the real world. Everyone seems excited and talkative.

           “So, are you ready for the big New Year’s Eve quest?” Lisbeth asks you.

           Nodding, you smile at her and tell her you’re making sure to have the whole night clear in order to come and complete it.

           “It’s gonna be great!” she exclaimes.

           Sinon chuckles and shakes her head.

           “I think the eggnog is getting to her head, don’t you?” she asks.

           You laugh and shake your head. Lisbeth is always easily excitable at these kinds of gatherings. You’ve been with this group long enough to know it’s just the spirit of being together that gets her going. You ask them if they’ve got any holiday plans with their families. Sinon is staying by herself. Lisbeth’s family is throwing a big gift exchange party, which apparently is mostly gag gifts for laughs. In turn, they ask you what you’ve got planned, and you tell them what your family plans to do and which parts you’re excited for and which you aren’t.

           Asuna comes over and asks you if you’d like a refill on your drink. You nod and thank her as she pours you some more. It’s warm and smells delicious. It isn’t what you were drinking before, but you’re excited to drink it. Bringing it to your lips, you taste something spiced with a little tinge of apple. It’s a bit like a cider. Lisbeth sees the look on your face and excitedly leans over to ask Asuna for some of the drink. The drink, which Asuna calls Undine Spiced Wine, is a big hit with everyone in the group. By the end of the night, there’s not a drop left.

           No one wants to leave, of course. There’s a bit of chatter—maybe on the actual date of the holiday, there’ll be a gift exchange. The rules are simple; the item has to cost two thousand yen or less. Kirito says everyone can meet at his house. Anyone who hasn’t been before should text him for the address. As your friends start to log out, you tell them to have a happy holiday as you tell each one goodbye. Finally, it’s just you, Asuna, and Kirito there. They turn to you and ask when you’re planning to log out. You tell them you don’t want the holiday party to end.

           “Don’t worry, it’s not really the end,” Kirito says. “We’re just pausing to sleep before resuming at my place in a few days. You’ve got the address, right?”

           You shake your head. You’ve only ever met up with them online.

           “Oh, my bad!” Kirito says. “I’ll text it to you as soon as I log out. I look forward to seeing you! Bring something really fun! I know I’m hoping Klein will open the gag gift I’m bringing!”

           Asuna jabs him in the ribcage.

           “Kirito-kun!” she says. “You bring something nice!”

           You laugh and thank him, telling them both that you’ll see them at school. You log out and return to your bedroom, hearing only the running heat. It sounds like your parents aren’t home just yet. You take off your Amusphere and roll over to see your phone lit up with the message from Kirito. It’s his address. You smile and clutch the phone to your chest.

           The holidays have only just begun.

Best Friends Who Flirt With Each Other (Zoey X MC)

Notes: I’ve been debating about whether or not to write a piece about Zoey and her feelings for MC. Well, I decided to do it. Sorry if it’s bad, it was surprisingly hard to write from Zoey’s POV.

Pairing: Zoey X Black!MC (Ayah)

Word Count: 1,449

I thought she was just an opportunity. A chance. To finally take Poppy Min-Sinclair down. When she came here in those humble clothes and put Poppy in her place, on the first day at that, I saw an opening and took it. It was almost too perfect, her being my roommate and already having beef with the fake ass bitch. She was the singer and I was the songwriter. The actress and the director. I thought I had it all planned out, but that was so wrong.

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“Then I at least owe you something. I mean, I couldn’t have done any of this without your help,” Ayah looked up at me with that perfect smile of hers and those big shining brown eyes. All because I helped out with her getting on Professor Roberta’s good side.

“You’re a smart girl. I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up to me,” I winked at her, ready to move on to the next topic when she responded.

“I already have a few ideas,” Her eyes went dark as she looked me up and down, “And they all involve kissing. Lots of it.”

“Oh? How about you put your money where your mouth is?” This wasn’t anything new. It’s just careless flirting. Nothing’s going to come out of it anyway. 

And yet, my heart fluttered when she pressed her lips to mine. Nothing’s going to come out of this. But that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy small moments like this. So I let myself melt into her, savoring this kiss. She doesn’t know. She’s only focused on taking Poppy down. She only thinks of me as a best friend. That she flirts with from time to time.

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I rolled my eyes as I saw her look at her phone for what had to be one billionth time this hour. Honestly, what did I tell this girl?

I snatched the phone out of her hands, ignoring her cries.

“What did I say when I had the genius idea to take you on this fabulous shopping spree?” She looked down, looking as adorable as a puppy as she pouted.

“That we were going to ‘ignore the haters’ and try to forget about my… ‘hella embarrassing and honestly questionable past life choices’,” She repeated in a small voice.

I hate seeing her like this. This isn’t the same girl that I met that day. She’s supposed to be brave, confident, and strong. But now she looks like a child who got her favorite crayon taken away. All because of Poppy. The second I saw Ayah’s shoulders slump and that bright glow around her dim, I had already begun to think of ways for her to bounce back from this. But first, I had to make sure she was alright. That’s the number one priority right now.

“And I mean that with all the love in my heart.” I paused, registering the four letter word that just left my mouth. It’s nothing big. We’re best friends, right? Best friends say that to each other, right? So why is my stomach twisting into knots and my heart jumping into my throat? It’s nothing. Must have been something I ate.

“So, this phone is mine. It’s your punishment,” I turned to go, ignoring the pounding in my chest. Until she spoke up.

“Okay, I see your point. I’ll stop ruining our date,” I didn’t have to look up to know that she had that grin on her face. “I’ve been so mopey, I’d better turn it around before I lost my shot at another one.”

She nudged my arm as she scooted closer. I fell into flirty best friend mode so quickly, it was almost instinct at this point.

“Ayah, Ayah, Ayah,” Her name sounded so beautiful, almost like a song. “You think you’re pretty smooth, don’t you?”

“Smooth enough to...get my phone back,” I held the phone up, smirking at the disappointed expression on her face. She was just trying to get her phone back. That’s it. We’re just two best friends who flirt with each other from time to time, that’s all we are.

So why was I so mesmerized by the slow, small smile that worked its way onto her face? Her real smile. The only one I got to see. Until someone else comes along and takes it away. Sighing, I pocket the phone and walk away. We’re just best friends who flirt with each other from time to time.

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I’ve never wanted to murder someone so badly before, but Benji was asking for it. I can’t believe that creep. I could barely focus on my assignment, Ayah was the only one on my mind. Man, forget the assignment! Ayah needs me.

The second I see her sitting on the sofa in our dorm, I crush her in a hug. She’s alright. Physically, at least. But dammit! I should’ve been there to show Benji how we handle folks down in Brooklyn.

“Hey, Zo,” I’ve never been more happy to hear someone’s voice. If that creep had laid a finger on her…

“Thank god you’re here. I’m ready to forget all about this for one night,” I pulled away to look at her. “The first step of that is you. The second step is wine.”

Her face was guarded, but even still, I could see the small cracks of fear and relief. I take her hand in mine, brushing the loose curls back. I hope she can’t feel the way my hands are shaking or hear the way my heart is pounding.

“You have no idea how good it is to have you here,” As she tells me everything that happened, I feel my anger start to reach a boiling point. 

“He stole your bra? Seriously? Do you need me to go kill him?” And I’m dead serious. Maybe not with my bare hands, these refills aren’t cheap at all, but a good gun should do the trick.

“That’s my Zoey, always ready to throw hands,” She’s clearly trying to defuse the serious mood, but my heart skips a beat at her calling me hers. Yeah, I’m her Zoey, best friend, personal stylist, and planner. But for tonight, I’m fine with that. She’s my first priority.

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I could barely register the bullshit ass apology Ayah was giving me. All that was going on in my head was that, while I always thought of her as a first priority, hers was Poppy. She really chose some petty ass revenge that could’ve waited until we got back to the dorm, over warning me. She chose her feud with Poppy over me.

“I don’t know why you’re so pissed at me, it’s not like I’m the one who put you on blast back there.” Is she serious?

“But you knew about it,” I could hear my voice cracking with each word, but I didn’t care. “And instead of telling me you just went ahead and did what you thought was more important at the time.”

I can’t believe I was so stupid. I should’ve seen this coming. She’s only been focused on one thing this whole year and that’s Poppy. Being all buddy-buddy with her inner circle? Taking pages out of ‘Poppy’s Little Golden Book For Dictators’. I can’t believe it. I didn’t mean anything to her at all. I was just her little cheerleader. 

“I don’t know who this person is, but she’s not my Ayah…” My entire body felt heavy, broken, battered, bruised, as I spoke. “And right now, I’m pretty sure she’s not the person I thought I was falling for.”

I saw the way her eyes widened as she tried to register my words, but I wasn’t done.

“I thought I meant something to you. Something more than one of your pawns in this petty game you and Poppy are playing,” She became a blur as the tears threatened to fall again. But her voice was loud and clear.

“Zoey, you do,” Lies. Lies.

“Save it. Clearly, I was wrong,” I turned to leave, feeling more alone than ever. Stupid. Stupid. I can’t believe I let myself believe for one second that someone actually cared about me. This wasn’t like when those bitches left me to take the blame when we were caught shoplifting. This wasn’t like when I first got to Belvoire and had to deal with the fraudulent people that never had to work a single day in their life.

I thought I had it all planned. Ayah would be the one to dethrone Poppy, to finally make a change in this fucked up college. And I would be the one to help her along, as a friend. But here I went, getting caught in my own feelings. Now look. Alone. Again. 

should I get refill pages for my ugly happy planner or buy a new planner