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kimbapisnotsushi · 1 year

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the day had started off normal enough.

kenma had wrapped up a company-wide conference, tweeted a livestream announcement for eight p.m. that night, finished his homework at the office, and signed off on another product to be released all within a span of three hours hours. with the rest of his schedule free, he could go home, kick back, and relax until it was time to play misfiction. maybe he could make some more progress on animal crossing? or finally crack open pokemon legends: arceus?

that second one sounded like a better idea, kenma decided. he wasn't ashamed to admit that he had a crush on adamant AND iridia.

once he was back in the house, he chucked off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. being CEO of your own company, thought kenma, was entirely useless if you couldn't even wear a hoodie and sweatpants to all the important meetings.

he threw his bedroom door open and froze.

kuroo was lying on the bed, shirtless, with a head propped up on one hand. it was probably supposed to be seductive, but kenma had no idea why.

after all, everyone knew how much he was mean to kuroo. it was his number one character trait!

"hi, kitten," kuroo purred. "miss me?"

"kuro," kenma said, exasperated. "what are you doing?"

kuroo's smile faded. "did you not like it? i thought maybe if i gave you a cute nickname, you'd want to get back together."

kenma stared at him. "what?"

"kitten, didn't you hear?" kuroo's eyes filled with tears. "we can't be in a relationship anymore. childhood-friends-to-lovers is incest now!"

kenma scoffed. "as if i'd ever want to be lovers with you. i have hinata instead. he's so much more interesting, but once i get tired of him then i'll just ditch him and get a new boytoy to mess around with."

the bedroom door suddenly burst open. it was . . . oikawa tooru!

"how dare you!" he screeched. "shouyou deserves so much more! he and i spent a very passionate night together in rio, you know! it's all people ever talk about when they they think of us in brazil! there's absolutely no other meaning to it than just us hooking up!"

"whatever," kenma said, rolling his eyes. "i don't care as long as he's making me money."

"now, now," sugawara crooned (where did he even come from? hell if i know). "let's not fight. that is my innocent angel sweet summer child you're talking about, after all, i'm basically his mom - "

("i'm twenty-two!" shouted hinata from where i stuffed him in the margins. "and you know my mother is very much alive, sugawara-san! also, i FUCK! I FUCK HARD!!")

" - so naturally i know what's best for him!" sugawara continued. "and what he would want is for everyone to hold hands and get along. agreed?"

daichi grinned and nuzzled sugawara's cheek. "you're so smart! i can't wait to start a happy, cisgender-conforming, nuclear family with you."

a voice called from the hallway: "HEY HEY HEY!"

the bedroom door flew open again! how in the world has it not been broken yet???

bokuto cartwheeled into the room and puffed out his chest. when he saw that nobody was paying attention to him because they were too busy hissing at each other, he pouted.

"guys, come on!" he complained. "no fighting! let's have some fun instead!"

"it's no use, bokuto-san," akaashi said. "stereotypically-feminine traits such as being petty, catty, and more have been greatly exaggerated in us setters because we have been deemed more feminine due to what i assume is a vast and complex myriad of factors stemming from microaggressions intersecting with fans' understandings of the world amongst other things, but i expect you are too dumb to understand any of that."

bokuto stared blankly at akaashi. "huh?"

akaashi heaved a deep sigh, plagued by the burden of being the only one with brains in the relationship. "never mind. i still love you, and that's all you need to know."

"okay!" bokuto said cheerfully.

suddenly the bedroom door flew open for the third time that day! who even keeps closing it?

"i'm looking for hinata," said kageyama, poking his head past the doorframe. "has anyone seen him?"

immediately, everyone froze. their eyes shifted from kageyama to oikawa, who had swelled up with incandescent rage because he still retained everything from when he was fourteen and hadn't gone through any growth whatsoever since then.

atsumu whistled. "aw, geez. we might argue a lot, but at least we're not anythin' like that, right, omi-omi?"

"shut up and don't call me that," sakusa muttered darkly. "i hate you. i hate everyone. i hate being here. when was the last time anyone vacuumed in here?"

"if you hate it so much," atsumu said, smirking, "we could sneak away and make out somewhere. could even . . . you know . . . "

"why."

atsumu shrugged. "i am an inexplicably horny sex-on-legs bastard, apparently. especially with you. i mean, have you seen our ao3 tag?"

sakusa frowned. "we've barely had any canon time together."

"eh, people have worked with less." atsumu grinned. "'sides, i dig the whole enemies-to-lovers thing. just means you couldn't resist my charms, huh?"

sakusa would have responded with an audible gag, but . . . you guessed it! the bedroom door flew open AGAIN! this is a bedroom door that defies the laws of physics itself!

yachi stepped in and glanced around.

"weird," she said. "why is this bedroom so big? what are all of you doing?"

yachi hitoka, everyone. our only saving grace. she carries the sole brain cell and wrangles the childish dumb men, because they can't ever think for themselves. right? right?????

tsukishima scowled as he followed after her, trailed by yamaguchi. "ugh. do we have to be here?"

"tsukishima!" yachi scolded, swatting his arm. "be nice! you know these are all our friends!"

sigh.

yamaguchi didn't even greet anyone. he just stayed behind tsukki the whole time, looking like a mouse cornered in a city of cats.

suddenly, a BAM! made everyone jump! you have got to be kidding me! the bedroom door agai - oh, never mind! someone just kicked open the closet door!

"SHITTYKAWA!" iwaizumi roared. "get over here!"

oikawa''s eyes widened. "iwa-chan! what are you doing here?"

"looking for you, dumbass," iwaizumi snapped. "you haven't been taking care of yourself! but i'd never say it, because i'm an asshole. i'm a rock wall. i'm a hardened tough guy. i'm mean. i don't ever say or do anything nice. i throw volleyballs at your head for fun. i don't care about you at all. got it?"

("so you're saying he literally just came out of the closet for oikawa - " hinata began, before i shoved him back down into the margins.)

"no wonder i'm such an asshole," kindaichi marveled. "i guess i learned it all from iwaizumi-san! wow, he's a great role model."

being a stressed fourteen-year-old who didn't know how to handle another stressed fourteen-year-old that was causing said stress and eventually snapping from it and making a mistake, as people are prone to do, didn't really make you an asshole for the rest of your life, but hey. kindaichi didn't have to know any of that.

"it's getting kind of crowded in here, don't you think?" yachi asked, ever the voice of reason. "maybe we should get out and get some fresh air?"

ushijima nodded solemnly. wait - had he always been there?

"fresh air is good for the soul," he said. "not that i would know, because i'm an unfeeling robot who is strong and dominant and the epitome of masculinity. being stoic and silent are the only things i know. you should all bow down before my superior strength."

everyone stared at him.

suddenly, the bedroom door burst open AGAIN! this shouldn't be possible! it was already open in the first place! I KEPT IT OPEN! HOW DO THEY KEEP DOING THIS?

"guys!" hinata ran in, panting. "i finally did it! i escaped the margins!"

"the what?" sugawara asked.

hinata waved him off. "never mind that. it's about time to wrap up. we've put on a good show, but we should end it, don't you think?"

"hinata's right," kenma admitted. "i didn't think i could do this much longer, anyways."

oikawa made a face. "me neither. sorry, tobio. i hope you didn't take anything to heart."

"i'm okay," kageyama said. "i know better, now. we both know better."

"that we do," oikawa agreed warmly. "and weren't you looking for hinata? that's why you were here, right? you were the only one of us not part of an act."

kageyama blinked, as if he had forgotten all about that. not that anyone could blame him - i'm not even sure what the hell just happened.

"right," he said, then grabbed hinata's arm and tugged him close. "hey. i love you."

"what!" hinata squawked. "kageyama, what - "

kageyama shrugged, but red began to bloom across his cheeks. "i'd never joke about that. i just wanted you to know."

hinata beamed at him, brighter than the sun. "aw, kageyama! i love you too! but can we please wrap this up? there's no food in the margins, and i'm starving!"

"okay, everyone!" bokuto called out. "on the count of three! ready? one, two, three - "

"HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S DAY!" everyone shouted.

the end :)

#EDIT: it's okay to reblog!#i have since decided i don’t care go be free run wild #I SPENT LIKE TWO HOURS ON THIS #UHSOFLPWAFHRUILFH;USHSBGHKDSGBES #AND THEN SOME #okay i'm NOT tagging because i don't want this to fall in the wrong hands #this is for followers and mutuals ONLY #anyways!! hope you guys had a good laugh reading this!#keep in mind that i adore hq dearly and sometimes i AM prone to falling into certain cliches/tropes when it comes to writing certain charas #i just thought this would be a really funny april fool's day joke LMAAAO #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#sou says stuff #april fools prank

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imaginingmarvelandeverything · 2 years

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Hi! How are you? Your blog is amazing and I can't explain how you can transform any requests in a masterpiece. You're really talented. I saw you added Eddie in the list and I was wondering if you could make an headcanon in which reader was in a relationship with Billy and takes his death really badly. Then she meets Eddie and even though they are both standoffish to each other because they belong to different groups, they actually get along well later on (ex. they both like rock and metal) and she feels guilty because she starts to like him but she's still mourning Billy somehow and then you can decide how to finish. I'm sorry if it's long and I'll understand if you won't do it. Still, thanks in advance.

Hope you have a good day! ;)

Thank you!!! Sorry, it took a while, I've had a busy week. I hope you like it!!! (Warning for drugs!!!)

After Billy's death

You start getting terrible nightmares

Eventually you reach to Eddie

You were friends with him when you were younger

But with high school you grew apart, joining different groups

You know he's basically the school's resident drug dealer

So you ask him about buying something to take the edge off

He's wary at first

But he can tell you're in pain and you wouldn't be asking if you didn't need it

He asks you to come by his place later that night

His uncle is out so it's just the two of you

And he would be lying if he said he didn't miss you

And hasn't secretly had a crush on you for years at this point

He can tell you're nervous

"we don't have to do this."

"no, I want to, I just never have before"

He nods and starts sorting everything out

"if you're nervous, you could do it here and I can help you through it"

You agree and he won't take your money

You end up sitting on his sofa sharing a joint and watching some shitty movie on the tv

You fall asleep together on the sofa and for the first time in a long time

You don't have any nightmares

It starts becoming a habit

It's not even the drugs you realise

It's Eddie that takes the edge of everything

You only smoke together sporadically

But you feel calm around him whenever you hang out

You start hanging out more and more

You realise you both still have a lot in common

Music being the main one

You can't talk about the band's you like with your friends

But Eddie is always more than happy to sit and talk for hours about music

He makes the first move one night and kisses you

You kiss him back

And you're straddling his lap before the guilt hits you like a train

You bolt out of the door

Leaving him staring after you in shock

You avoid him for over a week

It breaks his heart thinking he pushed you into something you didn't want

But little does he know

You're hurting just as much

You want him

But part of you is convinced that in wanting him you're betraying Billy

The nightmares come back

And eventually you can't take it

It's 3am when you knock on his door

Not even caring if his uncle is home

He opens the door with his hair messed up and stares at you with wide eyes

You don't even notice that you've started crying

You just fling your arms around him

It take him a minute to react

But then he wraps his arms around you and walks you over to the sofa

He just let's you wrap yourself around him as you sob into his shoulder

"I'm sorry for running. It's not that I don't want that with you, it's just, I feel guilty. I know Billy's gone, but part of my heart will always be with him. I will eventually be ready for another relationship, but I won't ask you to wait for me"

He sits and listens, not talking until you've finished

"I've liked you since we were kids, I've waited this long, what's some more time"

You can't help but smile

He suggests watching another shitty movie

And you agree

Curled up on the sofa with him is the most calm you've felt all week

It takes a while

But eventually you heal enough to be with him

And he's still waiting for you

Send me a headcanon

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove headcanon #billy hargrove

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ilylovelyz · 2 years

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SICKLY IN LOVE.

❥main character(s): hyung line (bangchan lee know changbin hyunjin x genderneutral!reader

❥genre: fluff (with a sprinkle of angst)

❥warning(s): sickness, medication, vomiting, just basically sick people stuff, hyunjin bathes you, mentions of fainting

❥wc: 1-2k

❥special note: yes i know there is a girl in the concept photo however reader is genderneutral based, just ignore it. also i made this because im sick too and just wanted to write my feelings out.

bangchan.

look imma be honest with y'all, i bet he does not know what to do when his partner is sick.

he doesnt even know how to take care of himself when he is sick.

since he does have little siblings, he does have basic knowledge of how to take care of a sickly.

however, when you come down with the flu, all of his knowledge basically leaves his brain and he is just standing there with a blank face as you look like you are near dead.

of course, when you snap him out of his predicament, he is rushing to your side.

i feel like he is the type to get you whatever you ask for (and sometimes what he thinks you would want.)

he accidentally overfills his medication cabinet and you are staring at the multiple plushies and snacks he bought you from the local walgreens.

listen, he is trying his best.

"chris-," you croak out, clearing your dry throat before continuing. "you can't just buy all of this. i really appreciate but you are just wasting your money away." you finish, taking one of the plushies into your hand. it was an elephant, with a unique textured trunk.

"i'm not wasting my money away, if it's for you." he smiles, setting down your medication onto the wardrobe. "..how have you been feeling?" he asks, feeling a bit guilty due to his lack of knowledge on how to take care of you.

"i've been feeling better, chris. thank you for taking care of me. if-if you keep this up, then i'll be better i-in no time." you say, coughing inbetween some words. chris seems to relax at your words, but he still guard-fully leans against the wardrobe so that way he can watch you closely, trying to see if you really have everything you need or if he can scout out some new symptoms on you.

it's quiet for a good minute before you speak again. "there's no need to worry, chris. you're d-doing a good job. i've got everything i need."

it seems your words just go in one ear and out the other and it's quiet again. you understand why chris feels this way. he naturally cares for everyone, and tries the best he can so everyone is happy.

but now, he feels so fucking useless because he can't even take care of his own soulmate. he knows health is nothing he can control, but he knows he could do plenty of things to make you more comfortable, but for some reason he can't even think of one.

you sigh before you slump down in your shared bed again. "chris," you speak, "come here. if there is one thing you do best for me, it's cuddling."

that seems to work as his eyes are immediately lighting up and he practically dashes to the bed. he doesn't seem to care that he could possibly get your contagious illness too as he happily tucks himself (and you) under the warm comforter of your shared bed, wrapping his arm around your waist to bring you in closer.

"i love you." he whispers, his unoccupied hand coming up to pat your head. in no time, you are caressed into a deep slumber, truly a miracle as you've been barely able to sleep for more than 2 hours whenever you try. chris soon falls asleep after you, satisfied that his work being able to bring comfort to you for once.

lee know.

with every cough you have, he feels his heart break.

you are lee know and lee know is you, is best as he can describe it, so he easily feels for you.

as result of your flu, he is so attentive and coddling.

your teaseful bastard lee know, turned into into a gentle and quiet imposter, is how you described it at the time.

he rarely talked when he was taking care of you, and when he did, he talked in low whispers and soothing words of encouragement.

he touched you as if you were fine china, as if you could break any second.

even though you assured him it was just the flu, and that he should probably distance himself because you don't want him to get sick either, he still couldn't stop his overthinking.

even though it was just the flu, what if it got worse?

that thought alone spurred him to not be more than 5 feet away from you, getting even closer when he heard you cough and looking at you with those tearful cat eyes.

even though you are sick right now, you somehow feel like you are on cloud 9. wrapped up your bed's comforter with two cats snuggling close to you, their warmth acting as a comforting substitute to your boyfriend, who was currently taking on the chores you usually did.

everything you wanted was at the palm of your hand (and definitely not because your boyfriend decided that you needed everything in the medicine and comfort aisles.)

you couldn't say that your boyfriend was on cloud 9 though as well. from the way he rushed to get the chores done, from running across the apartment you both share back and forth to make sure your needs are being attended to and also making sure that the apartment is tidy and molded to your current needs, you can't tell if you should be the one comforting him and telling him that it's going to be alright.

startling Doongie and Dori on you, you let out a demonic-like cough. it hurt, yes, it felt like your throat was as dry and rough as sandpaper, but you got used to it.

minho, however, has not gotten used to it. and probably never will.

before you even realize it, the tv show you were watching is interrupted with minho practically zoom-walking into your shared bedroom, harassing you with the question he asks with every cough you let out. "are you alright? do you need something? more tea?"

at first, it was charming, seeing your usually bastard cat of a boyfriend soften down to a golden-retriever who was at your side with every beckon. except, he is a sad, worried golden retriever. you could see the heartbreak in his eyes whenever you cough.

but now, you can't help but be worried for him because what would happen if something worse happened to your health? probably fly off the rails that for sure.

rolling your eyes out of feigned annoyance, "oh yes, dear boyfriend. can you please give yourself a break and lay down with me for a bit?" you smile, patting the cold, empty spot next to you that was once your boyfriend's.

he gives a soft smile before he is crawling under the comforter, careful not to disturb his cats and intertwining his body with yours.

maybe he will take a short break, just for now.

changbin.

oh lord, oh god.

he gets more worried than minho.

he will never leave your side.

somehow he predicted your symptoms before you.

by the time you were feeling feverish he was already surprisingly prepared.

i feel like when it comes to it, changbin will absolutely become serious and prepare for things.

he is so sweet about it too.

"are you feeling better baby? do you need to go to the bathroom? ☺️"

gah hes so cute.

will 100% look at you with warm and loving eyes even when you are coughing up your sins.

carries you everywhere if you cant walk.

doesnt mind if you get him sick.

probably does end up sick afterwards lol

it was your 4th day of your fever. your fevers always last long, however that does not mean you've gotten used to them. you'll never get used to loosing all of your appetite, suddenly being unable to walk due to loosing your strength, or even being unable to sleep.

and it always felt worse because you had nobody to comfort you. when you were younger your parents did make sure you were doing well but didn't necessarily do anything that they didn't have to do. so you were always alone, seeking warmth from your pillow.

but now, you have changbin.

now, changbin takes care of you even when you are practically heaving and gagging from the heinous coughing you are doing. he stays up with you now that you are unable to sleep. he keeps you entertained with stories and jokes.

it all worked for a while until the 4th day. the 4th day of loosing your appetite, loosing the strength in your legs, and worse of all, feeling the toll that being sleep deprived was taking upon your body and mental state.

changbin, after leaving you for the first time in a few hours to go to the bathroom, came back to you sobbing uncontrollably. of course, he rushed to you, immediately looking for the source of your distress.

"'m tired binnie. i can't breathe. my head hurts." you cried, lazily wiping your tears from your flushed face. changbin knows you are tired. it's written all over your body. he wishes he could do more, but ultimately knows he cant.

"i know, pretty." he whispers. an idea pops into his head as he remembers an old tactic of his that his mother used to get him to fall asleep.

cooing at you, he gently takes you into his arms over his lap, cradling you like a baby. "changbin.. what are you doin?" you whine, not that you are necessarily against it, but you really don't want to play around or listen to anymore stories. you just want to sleep.

"just go to sleep." he says, kissing your forehead before slowly rocking you back and forth. your sobs and hiccups slowed down before they eventually stopped all together. you fell asleep in his arms like a baby.

to be more specific, you're his baby.

hyunjin.

hes like all 3 combined.

but he's more put together.

it doesn't let his nervousness show because he doesn't want you to reassure him when he is the one who should be reassuring you.

makes you lots of tea.

shows you the paintings he's been working on and sometimes will carry you if you want to the spare room where he paints.

you two will have a silent mental conversation as you watch him paint you in all of your sick glory.

even though you tried to persuade him that you don't look you best right now, he said that you'll always look beautiful to him.

he thinks the constant blushing, bed hair, and snot is for some reason cute.

really makes sure that you are up to date with your medicine.

tries to get you to eat, but if you can't, he'll try to get you to settle for those good flavored nutrition shakes instead.

100% will play with your hair to soothe you whenever you watch tv.

still takes pictures of you despite your protests.

you feel a bit bad for hyunjin. he is probably exhausted from taking care of you. he probably feels sweaty from all of the stream in the bathroom. he took it upon himself to bathe you today. you haven't been able to shower because the time you attempted to you nearly fainted due it being too warm or being too cold.

"jinnie.. i can do it myself." you pout, turning your head slightly so you can look at him. right now he is sitting outside of the bathtub on a chair, his right hand holding the soapy sponge and dragging it gently across your skin. he looks up at you, his eye-bags show exhaustion but his eyes show love and adoration. "it's okay. you're tired. let me take care of you." he smiles, massaging the sponge into your neck and back.

"hyunjin aren't you tired too? you've been taking care of me, don't worry i can do it myself-" "yeah but let's not forget when i found you sprawled over the bathroom mat." he interrupts, raising his eyebrow at the mention of you nearly passed out when you tried to take a bath yourself.

that immediately shuts you up, somehow making you feel embarrassed but that feeling doesn't last long when he shampoos your hair, running his long fingers throughout your locks.

yeah, he is tired, but he doesn't care. he's pretty much used to it. he has better things to do than sleep, which is take care of you. he loves taking care of you.

humming a sweet melody, he warns you before he slowly pours a lukewarm bowl of water over your head, making sure to adjust your hair during it so it gets as much shampoo out as it can before he does the same with conditioner.

you wish it didn't end when he drained the water from the tub, carefully raising you from it like you were fine china and then wrapping a fluffy towel around your naked body. he guides you out of the tub and helps you put on your pajamas and brushes your hair for you.

he guides you back to your shared bedroom, your hand intertwined with yours and tucks you into the comfort of your bed.

he stares at you with love and adoration, even when you look like shit.

c/maknae line.

#stray kids #stray kids fluff #skz

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tinyshe · 8 months

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Garden Report & Frugal Living 23.09.27

The geese have been leaving since Sunday; another tug on the heartstrings.

Most of the fruit has been gathered; only the heirloom european pear has some green rusted fruit. Brought in a several handfuls of new potatoes from the potato barrel (just enough to roast for a meal). We love them oven roasted in butter and salt.

Into the dehydrator: nettles, lemon verbena, elderberries, asian pears, rose petals. Next in is making disk of pear and haw (like fruit leather) to dry.

The chickens are almost ready for winter. I need to remove all the fallen leaves and go to the beach for sand (once it dries out). Have a bale of meadow grass at the ready (can't afford straw When it is available). I'm actually thinking about not doing the meadow grass either because the cost is outragious. Thinking about micro chips and harvesting twigs and whips to keep the girls up out of the muck that i will not remove until late Spring after the rains taper down.

My mushroom log is basically a crumbly sponge so I moved it into the seabuckthorn hedgerow. I don't think it will produce much more and can finish its composting out of the narrow walk. I'm not sure I want to do that again. It is easier and more assured to just purchase the mushrooms. I still have plugs but need to look at their viablity (it might be doubly a waste of time).

Getting ready to transplant rose clipping that took earlier this summer. Destination: rose tunnel at the farm (I will be so glad when that will be done; its a long project). I had some blank spots where someone/something made off with about 4 plants. Its been getting colder but not frost/ice yet so perhaps time for them to settle in before that arrives. Hoping the will set and stay.

I'm looking for an old fashion whet stone. Not the huge pedal kind but smaller hand size. The modern stuff don't do it and not thrilled with the local 'deals'. I'd rather hone my own, thank you.

Sourdough update: I think I have a good batch/ nice sponge. I tried making bread but the cold and heavy rain came and I couldn't get it to rise like I wanted using a new recipe so I flopped it in wrap and into the fridge until the next day. Tried getting it to rise again with adding a little more flour and it lifted a little but I was out of time so I stretched it into flat bread and tossed it into a hot oven. It had a nice taste but not enough rise to be good/toothsome (more like a rubbery pancake). Sprinkled it with grated cheese while it was hot to help but still a no. We'll see how the chickens like it. Will try recipe again on drier day. I think it is the recipe at fault but I will give it another go to make sure before I tear up its card.

Frugal tip: Winter time means being prepared for power outages so looking into those goods and checking now to see what is low and should be restocked. I get about to 'half' point and restock because I would rather be frugal in time and money. If wait until winter or at an 'event' the cost is high. One of those 'better prepared than not' = comfort of mind and body.

#catholic gardener #garden #urban homesteading #permaculture #chickens #winter pantry #frugal living #dehydrating food #sourdough #bread #bread making #mushroom log #harvest #herbs #fruit #vegetables #change in season #migrating geese

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xoteajays · 8 months

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I know that I'm complaining about the neighbors living their lives.. I'm sure they need to do basic things like this. But why do they have to be so loud about it though? Slamming house and car doors was very bad enough, fixing roofs first thing in the morning, mowing lawns and any dogs barking. My dog doesn't bark as much as their dogs combined.

And then the night time people. There are at least two separate party places near my house.. Based on the sounds of music. We have a very new neighbor was plays their music from sunset to sunrise - during in this time frame, so the music is blaring. It sounds like the same song.

And the other party people, I think there might be a club in a city near where I live. They seem to be playing music almost every night. And it also sounds like the same song on repeat like the other party people.

Both of the music is so loud that it vibrates my house, I can't hear any tv at night whenever I'm trying to watch something.. That drive me so crazy. And the police where I live, those cops never do their job either.

So this has been going on for some time now.

I hate people.

I'm so angry. Because I actually had a good sleep, I even had a dream of a dream man too (who was also a gang leader). But I was woken up though. I actually had a good dream about a pretty man! But was just woken up. Why would someone do that to me?! Why ruin my dreams.

That was an unusual dream...

Apparently his family bumped into me in the store while they actually shopped together as a family. I did not recognize his family, but when his mother and sisters brought me over to him. I recognized who they were. (I never met this man in real life). But, in my dream, he was very close friends with my cousin (a cousin I never longer to talk anymore).

Obviously he was attractive like you're typical attractive man who was - is - the gang leader. I think he might have secretly been in the mafia.

He kept touching me any chance he got. But not in a sleazy way at all either. More like hugs, his hand on my back when he walked, classical moves you would use to have physical contact with someone though.

And when I hugs him, I could feel those defined muscles. And, when I pulled away from his body, I could see defined muscles in a very tight black shirt. (Almost like how Do-hwan and Sang-yi's muscles are).

He had long hair in some scenes, and short hair in other scenes so his appearance changed every time I saw this man. But I don't know why.

We exchanged phone numbers to stay in contact.

I believe his name was Choi? (If his name was Choi, I do not think that he looked Asian though. I can't remember that part.) Or at least that's an alias. Because I do remember the letters - C, H, O, I - in his name.

He actually offered to buy me things that were way too expensive like the things I wanted to buy were too expensive with my own money in this dream, but he bought me anything I'd wanted without a problem.

But, to be fair, I think that he was kind of stalking me in places just so he could have a chance to spend time with me. Talk with me, but also touch me (in casual ways). Because it was just too convenient for him to always meet up with me that often whenever we were out in public though. So he might have stalked me. Because it seems that way.

My obsession about criminal men really made it into my dreams now.

What the fuck.

And I was rudely woken up before I could finish my dream.

I hate people.

Apparently people never want me to live happily with my mafia man.

Honestly! I can't remember which movie. Since we were talking about the Redrum drug, I tried researching what type of drug it was since.. I don't think they ever specify what type of drug. Other than that is just makes you painless. And apparently the gang Kidra took over, and it's after most of Kuryu was in prison. Minus Ryu and Mighty Warriors.

Exactly... I feel like the Oya boys had endings that mostly wrapped up better than for other characters. Sannoh, Rascals and Daruma are the only gangs briefly mentioned in the sequels and spinoffs. And for any Rude, I'd only heard mention that sick people are getting treatments.

Gravel rash, cement burn, whatever you want to call it.. With how fast (recklessly fast) these guys drive, I'm surprised Hyuga is still alive too.

That scene. Rocky's grilles. Do you think they edited that scene so his grilles looked extra shiny in the dark? I know clubs have lighting. But I also think his teeth would never really look that shiny in Club Heaven.

I remember having dreams of my own Alice In Borderlands games.. In my dreams. Some games were similar to the games in the series, also other games were different than the series too. So that was unusual.

Well... I know some things about Retry. Mostly because I was actually curious about the differences between the original manga and series; the differences are mostly minor though. But for Retry.. I know that is the timeline when Arisu and Usagi were married, she was pregnant in the story and was even giving birth in the hospital. Arisu got in a very severe car accident on his way to the hospital, almost died but he's in Borderland again (with his memories regained from last times he was in Borderland). And one of the Kings was Mira's brother. It's all I know.

If they decide to go the Retry route. Don't get me wrong.. I enjoy their characters, but only those two characters might not be enough for all these new seasons - a new season - coming out. But I would want so many other original casts, characters, coming back too. I don't know.

Maybe he loved her more than she loved him? Or maybe she just may love her husband, the man that she married. I don't know. Maybe that happened.. She moved on, but he'd never did. That's what I think of it.

I might not mind cocktails with vodka. Since I think long island ice tea has vodka.. I might not mind it sometimes. But, if I drink any cocktails with strong alcohol, I just don't want to taste the strong alcohol. I just might be a baby in saying that. But that's how I am. I'll drink cocktails, but I don't want to taste the liqueur even though I know there's lots of liqueur in one drink. I've had beer a few times in my life, I'd never even cared for the flavor; me, my cousin and his friends (back when they're in my life) snuck out beers to try for our first time. We were teenagers at the time. Everything was awkward for everyone, especially for me.

I've had rum in cocktails but never by alone. And if I did have tequila, I probably had that mixed in a cocktail too without knowing if I had it.

And I think I've had one cocktail that had ginger beer mixed in like the rum I had. I had it in cocktails, but never as an alone drink for both of these alcohols. Not sure about cidar drinks though. I can't remember.

If you still continue to watch Vincenzo, I'm really very curious to know your reaction to episode eight. I just don't want to say more than that.

I realized when you watch the first episode of Vincenzo.. So the scene where Vincenzo is cursing out the dry cleaner man, Vincenzo actually says a slightly racist slur toward the guy. But I realized they bleeped it out on Netflix. If you watch it on YouTube, they'd show those subtitles in that scene (in a compilation of Vincenzo speaking Italian). I know it wasn't too obvious. The cursing was bad in my opinion. But I could be wrong though. Then again Italian fans said the subtitles are very mild.

Double Mint? Never heard of that show.

i can never remember my good dreams! i only ever remember the bad ones. i have two dreams that i remember vividly and they’re both. weird nightmares. all my good dreams tho? those are gone.

i don’t know how ryu managed to not get put in prison too. was it just because he wasn’t old enough to be part of the whole toxic dump situation? he’s still part of the gang tho. and has killed people. must have some ties with someone that kept him out of prison.

the other four gangs endings feel a little like an afterthought. off-screen, cobra steps down as leader and the rude boys/nameless city get treatment. we don’t really hear anything about daruma. and rascals get a moment’s scene to say that rocky is rebuilding club heaven. but that’s it.

he’s had to have fallen off the hood at least once, and then probably lied about why he was injured. hell, murayama’s probably fallen off the oya truck too once or twice, hopefully while it wasn’t moving. both of these men need to be more careful ….

i think they were edited. or did some really complicated lighting work to only catch the silver teeth.

it seems to be that he was more into her than she into him. but there’s only been two scenes of them interacting so far. so hopefully they dig a little more into what they had going on.

rum and whiskey are better with mixers. like sure, sip it to get the full taste, but if you’re having a full drink, it’s better to mix with coke. it depends on the kind of rum, i guess. white rums are good for fruity cocktails. dark and spiced rums are good for mixing with coke or cidars or ginger beers.

i finished the fourth episode last night (because i fucked around for too long and then it was too late to watch a movie), and i already knew jun woo was like, a villain and was waiting for him to reveal himself. did not expect it here but whatever. it always catches me off guard every time he speaks english. my brain is always surprised to suddenly understand what it’s hearing and not just reading.

double mints is a movie! it’s a gay crime/‘romance’ with some psychological genre elements. the two leads have this whole twisted relationship going on, starting in high school and then reigniting in adulthood after one calls the other after murdering someone. it looks interesting to me.

#tj answers #long post //#long post anon

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themultifandomgal · 1 year

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Kelly- Moving In Together

"Get out"

"Dad don't..."

"I said get out of my house. Pack your shit up and find a new place to live. I'm not having a daughter pregnant after a one night stand. Get out"

"Connor didn't kick off when I told him"

"Why am I not surprised" my dad throws his hands in the air "oh and your not working at the company anymore"

"What? How can you do this?"

"YN I won't say it again. Get out of my house"

"Clair?" I look at my little sister but she doesn't even look at me. I turn around and leave the house, breaking down in my car. I drive myself to the firehouse, a place I've been coming to a lot recently. Still with tears forming I walk into the firehouse

"YN? What's wrong?" Gabby asks coming over to me

"I need to speak Kelly"

"Ok, yeah he's in his office. Is everything ok?" at that I burst out into tears and Gabby wraps me up in her arms "come on let's go" Gabby walks me over to Kelly's office, his doors open so as soon as he sees me his stands up and takes Gabbys place guiding me into his office, and closing the door behind him

"What's wrong? Is everything ok with the baby?" Kelly asks panicking slightly

"I told my dad and Clair. He basically fired me and told me to get out of my house. Clair just sat there not saying anything. I'm pregnant and homeless. Fuck Kelly I can't do this, I can't..."

"Hey hey hey. First of all takes some deep breathes and calm down" I take a deep breath in and out "good. Ok now, you are not homeless because I asked you to move in with me and you never gave me an answer, so YN please move in with me" he begs

"Are you sure?"

"Wouldn't ask if I'm not"

"Ok. Ok. I'll move in with you" I nod my head

"Don't worry about money for now. Take a break from work for now, then when your read your going to go to the academy and your gonna become a firefight"

"Kelly as much as I appreciate your positive outlook, I think my school time has passed" I chuckle

"Whatever you want to do I'll support you"

"Are you sure your ok with me moving in?"

"Positive I'm not having my baby or the mother of my baby or the mother of my babies dog living on the streets. I got you I promise. I have another two hours on my shift. Go start packing and when I'm done I'll come over and help you take your things to mine"

"Thank you" Kelly then walks me to my car

"I'll see you later ok?"

"Ok" I get in and drive to my place to start packing.

Two hours pass before I even know it. My doorbell rings. I get up and open up my door to see not only Kelly but the whole firehouse, plus Connor, which sets me off again with tears. Stupid hormones

"Ok YN let's get you moved" Matt walks in and everyone follow picking up boxes

"I haven't finished packing yet. I have all my clothes and Nyx's things to pack as well" I wipe my tears from my face

"Let me help you" Kelly goes to walk passed, but I take his hand "do they know about...?" I point to my stomach

"No. They just know your dads kicking you out and I'm helping you"

"They should know. They're your friends Kelly. Tell them"

"You sure?" I nod my head

"Go on"

"Ok guys can I have all of your attention!" He shouts getting everyone to look at him and I "I know some of you have been speculating that YN is my girlfriend or that we're secretly married. YN and I met 6 weeks ago now and well we you know and now she's...."

"I'm pregnant" I blurt out to stop Kelly's rambling "Kelly's the father" I wait for everyone to give us dirty looks but instead Gabby runs over to me and hugs me

"Congratulations"

"Thanks?" I reply confused

"We'll all help you both won't we?" Sylvie says looking around. Everyone gives her a nod

"Welcome go the firehouse YN. Your family now and family takes care of their own" Matt smiles

"Ok let's start getting your stuff over to Kelly's"

"Had Nyx had a walk today?" Kelly asks

"No. I haven't felt well all morning and then I went to dads, and, well you know how that ended"

"I'll walk her round to Severides" Joe offers

"Are you sure?"

"Of course"

"Ok well she doesn't pull, but she can get a little excited if she sees another dog so use a treat to get her to focus on you"

"I can handle that"

"Her leash and harness is is the kitchen" I nod towards the kitchen. Joe gets everything ready and starts the walk to Kelly's.

After getting everything into the cars we arrive at Kelly's place

"We can unpack tomorrow. For tonight you can wear one of my T-shirts"

I watch everyone moving around Kelly's bringing in boxes for me. This is my new family, and I'm more than ok with it.

#kelly severide x yn#kelly severide imagine #kelly severide #kelly severide x oc #kelly severide x reader #one chicago #one chicago imagine #chicago fire

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Hi! I was the Hair Massage anon. Thank you so much for that it was beautiful 😭😭. The Good Girl AU really just wants me to throw fic/Drabble ideas at you based on so many Indian things. But you have so many asks! Just one more. If you don’t mind. So I don’t know how many people do this but I did this in my wedding. When the bride does henna on her hands (and arms) it’s really detailed and hidden in the design is the grooms name which he needs to find a cute wedding night game so he can get “it”

WAIT!

Is this a thing?! This is so cute! Oh My god, I can't, White people, our weddings are so basic.

Anyway, as we know it's my opinion that Good Girls Kate and Anthony had a traditional wedding (Just imagine Anthony's face when he realises that they don't get to kiss at the end bless him)

So yeah, let's do it

"Do you want to have a traditional wedding?"

The question from Anthony's lips had pulled her up short, in the early days of their engagement when they'd bee wrapped up together, Kate about to graduate university, Anthony finishing his apprenticeship, no real effort being made to plan anything just yet.

"Traditional for you or me?"

He'd rolled his eyes at that, "Well your Dad's yet to issue me with betrothal paperwork yet so he's already behind there."

"You mean you're not getting any money for marrying me? Tragic."

His smile was still the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen, "Yeah you're worth zero cows apparently, we're gonna have to buy milk forever now."

Silence had fallen over them for a moment, stupid happiness, radiating from them, but it had gnawed at her stomach.

"Are you serious? You'd have a Hindu wedding if I asked you?"

And she wasn't sure why she was surprised, Anthony had always been so ready to embrace her culture, all the parts of herself, even sometimes more than she had. He got excited about Diwali and Holi, and had the days marked as off so they could visit her family, knowing it was important to them. He sat with her grandma who gently explained traditions, his eyes alight with curiosity. He'd even said at Holi this year, when his eyes had got stuck on a young family, the tiny baby laughing delightedly as the colours hung in the air

"I can't wait to do this with our kids."

And it had caught in her throat.

While he might not act like it, his family was old money rich and white and steeped in tradition, and he had to know that this would raise a few eyebrows amongst is more distant relatives.

"Well my family isn't really that religious, and I've been to weddings with your family, this is important to them. But if you don't want to, then we don't have to, we can do the macarena and form a conga line, I just wanna be married to you at the end of it." He'd looked so earnest, his eyes bright, his hair braided on the top of his head and tears had pricked at her eyes.

"My Grandma is going to love you even more now."

So they'd started planning, Anthony's eyes alight with curiosity, Violet curiously following Mary's gentle instruction her own gentle curiosity nearly bubbling over.

And then it was done, over in what seemed like a flash, Mary helping her dress in the most intricate Sari she'd ever wear in her life, The tears in Anthony's eyes when he saw her walking towards him, is hand tight on her as they'd taken the first seven steps of their new life together, his little wink as she'd lain the flowers against his chest, both their families cheering as turmeric hung in the air and the rice showered down on both of them. His smile so beautifully, perfectly content, just like her own.

"This is really pretty."

They'd snuck out the side just for a minute, one minute alone before being engulfed by their families again.

His finger was tracing the intricate design running over the palms of her hands, tickling up her forearms. "My Mum and the girls said it was fun."

He'd been so surprised when she'd mentioned casually that his Mum and sisters would be at the mehndi party almost as though he had been worried they'd be shut out of it. The groom's family always comes it's nice. Kate had said , before he could try and thank her.

Kate smiled, "It was fun, though sitting still for four hours was a little bit of a challenge."

"You've never done it like this before." He was staring down at it in the dim light outside so curiously, one of his arms wrapped around her waist, the other turning her hand over curiously.

"Well I wasn't the bride before." She rolled her eyes, resting her chin against his shoulder, "The darker it is the more you love me."

Anthony huffed curiously, "Well then I don't think it's dark enough."

It was stupid, how much she loved him, how his eyes wrinkled with his smile made her heart beat faster. "Traditionally I'm also not supposed to do any housework until it comes off, so look out for that."

Anthony rolled his eyes, "I already do all the cooking what else are you trying to get out of Princess?"

"And your name's in there."

That stopped him, his eyes flashing brightly, "Where?"

he was turning her hand over pulling her arm away from her body her eyes scanning, and it made her love him even more, his brow furrowed in concentration.

"Ahh but that's the game, Anthony, you have to find it."

He gasped delightedly, "Do you know where it is?"

"Yes, so you can't just pretend to find it." She rolled her eyes.

"What do I get if I win?" He looked like a tiny excited boy, his hair falling in his eyes, and then he gasped again, "No, No, I want a kiss, that's what I want if I find it!"

"I was going to give you a little more than that, but yes Anthony, if you find your name I'll give you a kiss."

"Right, silence please, I need to concentrate." His brow was furrowed, his jaw set determinedly she finger tracing up her hand.

"Katie! Mary's looking for you!" Her Dad's voice had interrupted them, calling across the grass.

Anthony whined, "But I haven't found my name yet!"

trying to tug Kate back as she walked back towards their families, Her Dad laughed, slapping Anthony on the shoulder.

"I spent 5 hours looking for my name when I married Kate's Mum only to discover, they'd forgotten to put it in."

Anthony gasped, looking accusingly at Kate.

"It's definitely in there, I had your Mum do it."

"I'm going to find it!" He called at her retreating back.

"I hope you do!"

If there was one thing to be said for Anthony, he was diligent, even when she tried to slap his hands away while she spoke with her aunties, Anthony's hands were tugging at hers turning them over, his eyes scanning, barely listening.

"He's looking for his name." She explained needlessly,

Anthony's ears turning red when her grandmother hollered, "Have you really not found it yet Anthony?"

And in the end, she was sure it was an accident, She was walking ahead of him, headed towards Edwina a Sophie, huddled in the corner of the room, walking across the dancefloor when he let out a gasp.

"I've found it!" He yelled triumphantly, catching her left hand, spinning her by it so she faced him, his finger tracing the outline of his name, written on the knuckle of her ring finger, just below where her wedding ring would rest forever.

"I found my name!" He called out a little louder so that everyone could hear him over the music still playing, and he looked so delighted, so happily, boyishly delighted, that oddly, Kate felt like she fell in love with him all over again.

'You did."

"and now," He said a little delightedly shuffling closer to her, "I think you owe me a kiss."

Heart hammering in her chest, she leaned up and pressed their lips together lightly, while their family cheered around him.

"You can have the rest of your prize later."

And Anthony's little Whoop! Was truly, her favourite part of the day

#good girls au #i am delighted by this tradition #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly's asks and answers

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helloalycia · 3 years

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The Wrong Lifetime — Ten // Wanda Maximoff

chapter nine | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad | chapter eleven

author’s note: okay so this was supposed to be published yesterday but (if anyone cares lol), basically, i finished my last year of uni two days ago and so yesterday was the first official day i had that i didn’t have to do work, so i spent the whole day playing video games 😂 but it’s here now, so i hope you liked it!

Approaching Y/B/N's study, my annoyance returned when I remembered how he acted only an hour before. I didn't bother knocking as I let myself in, seeing him loosening his bow tie and looking out the window.

"What the hell was that?" I snapped instantly.

He sighed, yanking his bow tie off and throwing it to his desk. "What was what?"

I crossed my arms to contain my frustration. "You know what, Y/B/N." He continued to play dumb, so I watched him with a frown. "Why are you so against me getting published? I thought– I thought you'd be proud of me. It's all I've ever wanted."

With a scowl, he looked the other way. "I'm the writer, Y/N, not you."

His words created an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach. Jealousy was a disgusting look on him, one I never wanted to see.

"No," I said, uncrossing my arms and staring daggers at him. "You're not the writer. I am. You only got noticed because of me!"

"Shut up!" he shouted, finally meeting my eyes. "You don't get to do this! It's not about you!"

"Yes, it is!" I shouted right back. "For once, it is about me, Y/B/N! Because this is my chance to do something I love."

He rolled his eyes, getting riled up all over again. "And that's another thing. Why the hell are you putting silly ideas into my fiancé's head about making money? Are you trying to make me a fool in front of my in-laws?"

I squeezed my fists together, narrowing my eyes. "They aren't your in-laws."

"Oh, you know what I mean!"

He didn't deserve Wanda. He couldn't. She was too good for him.

"Sorry that your masculinity is so fragile that you can't let your fiancé do something she's passionate about," I said through gritted teeth.

He glowered down at me. "You need to butt out."

I smiled bitterly. "Maybe if you didn't start on Pietro for no reason, I would."

He scoffed. "Please. That man is only trying to get into your pants."

I don't think I'd ever wanted to strangle my brother as much as I did right now. Did he really not believe in me? He couldn't accept that maybe I'd earned this on my own accord? Thankfully, unlike him, I could contain my emotions and managed to swallow down my anger.

"You know that's not the case," I said with a dangerously calm voice. "You should talk about your soon-to-be brother-in-law with some respect."

Y/B/N sighed, moving to sit at his desk. I followed him with my eyes, unable to recognise who he was. I hadn't dubbed him for the insecure type, but I was being proven wrong many times tonight.

"I don't want to do this right now," he said quietly, sinking his head into his hands.

I uncurled my fists, fed up. "It's already been done."

He looked up, but I didn't wait to see his face. Maybe he wasn't the brother I thought he was.

—

"Honest opinion," Wanda said, before revealing herself from behind the curtain. "Nice or ugly?"

"Nice."

She smiled brightly, twirling around in the dress she was trying on, before going back behind the curtain to change into another one. She'd invited me over to hers to hang out, which meant watching her try on a bunch of new dresses and getting excited over each one. I wasn't complaining.

"So, that first book," she picked up from our previous conversation as she changed. She was referring to Y/B/N's first published book. "That was really you?"

"Yep." I pulled my legs up onto the lounge sofa and leaned on my hand, elbow propped on the back of the seat. "I mean, it got edited of course, but the initial manuscript was mine."

"Wow," she commented. "That must have really sucked to hear everybody praise it when it was actually yours."

"It did indeed."

She came out from the curtain wearing a dress that wasn't particularly nice looking. It had a baggy torso and slim legs, making Wanda look very unflattering. And that was saying something – she could pull off anything.

"Nice or ugly?" she asked, hands on her hips.

I squinted, tilting my head and trying to think if I should lie or not. Her blue eyes peered down at me intimidatingly and I knew I couldn't find it in myself to lie to her.

After a moment, I released a breath. "I'm sorry, love, but it's kind of ugly."

She chuckled, giving me a knowing smile. "Good. This was a test. Means you're paying attention."

"Wow. You think I'm just sat here for fun?"

She didn't respond, but an amused smile was on her lips as she headed behind the curtain to change yet again. It was quiet as she was changing, before she spoke up again.

"You know when we first met? And you showed me around your room?"

"How can I forget? You thought I was jealous of my brother," I quipped with a smile.

I could imagine the eye roll she was giving me. "That was before I knew you wrote half his stuff."

Stifling a laugh, I nodded even though she couldn't see me. "Okay, go on."

She sighed. "I told you how I fell in love with that first book. How I fell in love with the words. And the person who wrote those words.”

"I remember."

She reappeared from behind the curtain, this time wearing a stunning floral blue sundress. It fell off her shoulders, revealing cream-coloured skin and a well-defined collarbone. I smiled softly, overwhelmed with admiration for the beautiful woman before me.

"I'm glad it was you," she said, and I suddenly remembered we were in the middle of a conversation.

Her eyes sparkled brightly as she smiled my way, and then her words sank in and my heart fluttered with adoration.

"Me, too," I breathed out.

She held my gaze for a second longer before looking down at her dress, pressing her hands over it. "So. What do you think? Nice or ugly?"

I raised my eyebrows with astonishment. "Wanda, you look absolutely beautiful."

Her shoulders relaxed as her eyes flickered to mine. "So, I should keep it?"

I spluttered, "Duh!"

She laughed, before approaching me and sitting beside me. Leaning her head on my shoulder, she pulled her legs onto the sofa and sighed contently. I wrapped an arm around her, resting my cheek on her head.

"I'm glad you'll finally get the recognition you deserve, milaya (darling)," she said, lifting her hand to intertwine it with mine over her shoulder.

With an entertained smile, I held her hand firmly. "Maybe, love. I haven't said yes."

"Oh, you'll say yes."

I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, revelling in the warmth her body created as it pressed to mine. We had no concerns that somebody would catch us since nobody was home and the servants knew not to bother us.

"So, what was the book actually about?" she asked, playing with my fingers.

"Huh?"

"The book," she repeated. "I've heard Y/B/N's take on it, but what about yours?"

At the mention of my brother, I rolled my eyes. We still hadn't spoken since our argument and I wasn't exactly in the best place with him right now.

"It doesn't matter," I mumbled into her hair.

She used her elbow to nudge me gently in the stomach before grabbing my other hand and wrapping it around her waist.

"I like hearing you speak," she said softly. "And I love the way your mind works."

My cheeks flushed at the compliment, but I appreciated her words. She always had such an effect on me and I'd come to only care about one opinion nowadays – hers.

"Okay, I guess..." I sighed, subconsciously pressing my fingertips to hers. "The book is about a man who loses his wife to his own ignorance, right?" She hummed in agreement, so I continued. "Y/B/N always talks about how it's about a man failing to appreciate his wife, but that's not how I intended for it to be perceived."

Interest piqued, she sat up straight and turned around to face me, leaning her head on my chest and looking up with curious eyes. I smiled down at her, pressing a kiss to her nose, making her scrunch it up adorably.

"It's supposed to be about the wife discovering that she's her own woman and that she doesn't need her husband to be okay," I continued, holding her gaze. "It was her own self-discovery that pushed them apart, as well her husband's stupidity."

Wanda's lips curved into a gentle smile. "I like that interpretation a lot better than his."

Licking my lips, I breathed out through a smile. "You're biased, dear."

Her eyes flickered to my lips. "Maybe."

I chuckled before closing the gap between us, connecting our lips in a short, sweet kiss. She relaxed against me before smiling as we pulled away.

"Ya lyublyu vas (I love you)," she whispered.

I always loved when she spoke in her native tongue. She sounded so at peace when she did and it warmed my insides.

"I love you, too," I whispered right back.

She grinned, carefree, before turning to lean on my shoulder again. I held her, enjoying the silence that formed between us. Her presence was always enough and I never wanted anything more. But I knew Wanda and I knew that she couldn't stay quiet for too long, so something was definitely up.

"What are you thinking?" I asked quietly, not wanting to startle her in case she was too deep into her thoughts.

She sighed. "It's stupid."

I smiled. "I doubt that."

It went quiet and I assumed she didn't want to share, but then she played with my fingers again as she spoke.

"I was wondering what it would be like if we were able to get married," she murmured. "With the dresses and walking down the aisle and the rings."

I laced my fingers through hers, the thoughts having crossed my mind at times, too. It was nice to think 'what if', but it was also a dangerous game.

"The wedding cake would have to be chocolate," I played along, not wanting her to think she couldn't talk about it.

She snickered, loosening up in my arms. "Of course. And the colour scheme would have to be red."

"Definitely," I agreed, knowing she wouldn't have it any other way, "...it could be somewhere small but comfortable. Surrounded by nature, maybe."

"Yes. With flowers all around us and the sound of birds tweeting in the trees."

A comforting smile crept on my lips as I closed my eyes, imagining it in my mind. What a beautiful day it would be.

"I'd force Pietro to be the ring bearer," she added as an afterthought, and I laughed, chest moving up and down with her on it.

"He'd hate that," I pointed out.

"Exactly," she said with a mischievous hum.

I rolled my eyes playfully. "What about afterwards? Where would you want to live?"

She scrunched her face up before settling with, "Somewhere remote. Away from people. Maybe a nice cottage somewhere."

Nodding in agreement, I said, "We could have a beautiful garden in the back. I'd do my very best to make it perfect for you. And you could paint whatever you wanted there."

A considerate smile tugged at her lips at the thought. "Yes! And we could get a pet. I've always wanted a pet."

"I guess we could... what pet do you want?"

With no hesitation, she said, "Chickens."

I looked down at her, quirking a brow. "Chickens?"

Looking up at me, she stared like it was self-explanatory. "They're cute and they lay eggs. Think about it. Fresh eggs for breakfast every morning."

God, she was so cute. I smiled, squeezing her hand. "Chickens it is, love."

She got excited as she tugged on my hand. "You can finally get a study of your own!"

"And you can get your own studio," I added, making her grin.

"And I'd keep it sparkling clean."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Don't lie, Wanda."

She rolled her eyes, though wore a humoured expression. "Okay, maybe not..."

"You can keep it as messy as you want," I promised her, as if it was actually going to happen and we'd get what we wanted.

The dream was so vivid in my mind that it could have been a memory. Wanda and I living together, peacefully and without hiding... if only we weren't in the wrong lifetime.

"I like to pretend that you gave this to me," she said after an unsettling silence fell upon us, raising her left hand for me to see. She wiggled her ring finger, the silver band and emerald gem glinting in the light. "It makes me feel better."

I swallowed hard and forced a smile, intertwining my fingers in hers and bringing them to my lips to kiss gently.

"Technically I picked it," I reminded her to lighten the mood, but it didn't work.

A sad smile appeared on her face. "Maybe in another lifetime, we could have met in a world that allowed this."

My smile faded into a frown at her words. Like I said, considering the 'what if's' was a dangerous game, and we'd already played too much of it.

"You're going to marry my brother soon," I said quietly, the realisation hitting me. "This– us, will have to stop."

She sat up and turned to face me, eyes looking between mine as she shook her head. "It doesn't have to."

I rested a hand on her cheek and she leaned into it, kissing my palm. I savoured the feeling of her lips against my skin.

"What we're doing isn't fair on either of us," I said reluctantly, afraid to say what we'd avoided for as long as our relationship lasted.

She frowned. "I'd rather have you like this than not at all."

My heart ached because I knew she was being genuine, and the truth is, I felt the same. But that brought me to our next dilemma.

"It's not fair on Y/B/N either."

She tensed her jaw. "The world doesn't want us together, Y/N. They're the ones who forced us to be like this."

"Like what?" I asked with knowing eyes. "Cheaters?"

Her eyes glossed over and it broke me to see her so hurt.

"Is it really cheating if I never wanted to be with him?" she asked with a shaky voice. "If I'm only acting out of duty? If I never loved him?"

Realising I'd saddened her, I moved forward and pulled her in for a hug, running my hand down her hair and to her back. "Sorry... I didn't mean to make you upset."

She sniffled and I felt her tears soaking my shirt. "Don't talk like that... I don't want to lose you."

I swallowed hard, nodding into her shoulder. "I don't want to lose you either, Wanda."

But I knew that deep down, we couldn't hold onto everything we wanted to in life. Deep down, she must have known that, too.

—

"...and this is where we write up the contracts. It's where we'd write up yours if you say yes."

Pietro grinned cheekily as I gave him a knowing look. He was showing me around the publishing house – a proper tour, not just me lurking around on the few visits I'd been here for Y/B/N – with hopes of convincing me to sign a contract with him.

"Pietro, you said you wouldn't be biased," Wanda warned, and I gave her a grateful smile as Pietro chuckled.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it," he apologised, though he definitely didn't mean it. "I just really think you'd be a great fit here, Y/N. I already have editors willing to work with you based on the few pages they've seen of your work."

I raised my eyebrows, startled. "Wow, seriously?"

He nodded. "Most definitely. As I told you the other night, you're talented. And with my help, you can be successful, too."

A smile fell on my lips uncontrollably. A real editor wanted to work with me. Woah.

"I'm gonna get some coffee," Wanda said, squeezing my shoulder. "I'll get you both some, too." She wagged a finger towards her brother. "Don't pressure her whilst I'm gone."

He raised his hands in defence. "Okay, calm down, sestra (sister). I'll be fair."

She lowered her finger, shot him a final look, then smiled at me before leaving for the café next door. I chuckled at how cute she was and how much she cared before returning my attention to Pietro.

"I won't pressure you," he said to me, perching on the edge of an empty desk. "I just want you to know that you'd be well looked after here. I wouldn't let anyone talk down to you, nor treat you with disrespect because you're a woman. I don't condone that here."

I relaxed at his words, offering him a grateful smile. "Thank you, Pietro. That really means a lot."

He returned the smile before his gaze moved over my shoulder. Smile fading, he cleared his throat awkwardly and looked away. I turned around, curious to what had caught his attention, and then I saw Y/B/N standing in the doorway, looking around for something. His eyes eventually fell on me and he perked up before heading our way.

I hadn't spoken to him since two nights ago after dinner. He'd actively avoided me, too and I wasn't complaining, having still harboured an unexplainable anger for him. What was he doing here?

"Y/N, hey," he said awkwardly, stopping before Pietro and I. His eyes flickered to Pietro before he asked me, "Can I speak with you?"

Instinctively, my jaw clenched and he seemed to notice as he shook his head quickly.

"Not to argue," he clarified. "Just to talk."

His eyes were pleading and I couldn't find it in myself to deny him. He was my brother after all, we couldn't argue forever. Nodding wordlessly, I smiled apologetically to Pietro before following Y/B/N to a quiet side of the room. My eyes ran along the many employees working away at their desks before falling to my brother before me.

"What is it?" I asked, maybe a little too harshly, but there was no going back now.

He frowned, eyes flittering around nervously. "I want to apologise for my behaviour the other night. I shouldn't have acted how I did."

I hugged myself as I shifted my weight between my feet. "Okay."

"You were right," he continued, finally meeting my eyes. "You deserve this. You've always been there for me, helping me with my writing when I needed it. I should have reacted better, but I let my jealousy get the better of me."

My mouth opened, surprised at his apology.

He offered me a sad smile. "The truth is, Y/N, we both know you'll be the more successful of us both. And you'll be so preoccupied with your own writing that you won't be able to help me anymore. And it was selfish of me to think that first, but I did. And I shouldn't have. I'm sorry. I'm your big brother and I should've been better."

Chewing on my lip, I let go of waist and straightened up, nodding slightly. "I– thanks. Thank you. For telling me that."

His shoulders relaxed as he nodded. "Also, you were right about what you said about Wanda. And I'm going to apologise to her first thing."

My expression softened at the mention of the girl who'd only ever been good to us. "She's seriously talented, Y/B/N."

"I know."

I nodded, stepping forward and resting a hand on his shoulder. Looking between his eyes, I only saw regret and I knew he was being genuine with his apology.

"You're forgiven," I told him with a small smile, before pulling him in for a quick hug.

He returned it and I felt relieved to know he was supportive. I didn't see a reason to not accept Pietro's deal now... everybody I cared about was okay with it.

"Wanda is here by the way," I told Y/B/N when we pulled apart. "She's just getting some coffee for us."

He nodded and we returned to Pietro, who gave me a concerned look. I smiled reassuringly and he relaxed before looking to my brother with a smile.

"Hey, Pietro, sorry for what I said last night," Y/B/N was quick to say. "It wasn't cool. I know you're not like that and I shouldn't have even thought it, let alone said it."

Pietro was one of the chillest people I'd met as he offered his hand out to my brother. "No worries, mate. Bygones."

They exchanged a handshake before my brother glanced to me.

"She's really good," he said to Pietro. "You'd be lucky to have her here."

My face heated up as Pietro nodded in agreement. The two of them looked to me with proud smiles and as uncomfortable as I felt with the attention, I was grateful to have their support.

"I know," Pietro said. "All she's got to do is say yes."

"You haven't said yes yet?" my brother asked with disbelief, before slapping me on the arm playfully. "Y/N! This is your chance!"

"And it's a big decision!" I reminded him.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but then I caught sight of Wanda over his shoulder and perked up. She smiled my way but then noticed Y/B/N's presence and proceeded with caution.

"Hey, I got you both a coffee," she said, giving Pietro his and handing me mine, but her eyes were searching mine with worry.

My hand brushed hers as I accepted my coffee and I squeezed it reassuringly. She seemed to believe me as her lips twitched into a small smile before looking to Y/B/N.

"Hey," she said to him quietly, biting her lip.

He glanced to me for encouragement and I gave him a subtle thumbs up. This seemed to help as he wiped his hands on his trousers before looking to Wanda hopefully.

"Hey," he finally spoke. "Please can we talk in private for a moment?"

She nodded, humming in response, and followed him to talk.

"Match made in heaven those two," Pietro said sarcastically, and I tried not to laugh, but damn was it funny.

"Look, I think I've made a decision," I said after a moment, feeling my heart speed up at the realisation of my next words.

"Oh? And what is it? Will you let me publish you?" Pietro asked, quirking a brow and watching me with an excited smile.

Well, there was only the future to look forward to now.

I grinned. "Yes."

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misunjiniret · 2 years

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boy next window, S2

chapter eight 'goodbye, again'

hwang hyunjin x reader

synopsis : season one, a great basic fluff story. But what if season two was the opposite?

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"one iced americano and an iced latte please" Hyunjin smiled, politely speaking to the lady at your small round shaped table. As soon as she nodded and left you looked at Hyunjin.

"are we going to stay here the whole day or something?" you chuckled. "of course not baby, we're just going to drink for a bit, we need some energy because I'm trying to do the most I can today with you" he smiled, but his smile soon faded. "baby.. I can't imagine myself in the airport all alone, in the airplane all alone, and in Australia all alone." You just nodded, listening to what your lover had to say.

"what if something happens to you? am I just supposed to cancel everything or- what if I'll be too late for something? what if you get hurt and need someone to comfort you? to tell you everything is okay?" Hyunjin sighed, that's when you stood up from your chair and walked up to Hyunjin, you removed his arms from the table so you could make room and sit on his lap side ways, then turning your head to look at Hyunjin.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, you cupping both of his cheeks. "Hyunjin, you have to stop worrying about me" you started, pecking his nose. "start worrying about how you could make your museum more popular and earn so much more money, if you'll do it quick enough you can leave earlier and spend the rest of your live with me"

Hyunjin just looked up at you, with glistening eyes. "when you're back we can also talk about our future, just think about that" you chuckled, rubbing your thumb softly over his cheek. "I promise you, in the future we'll be together in our house, cooking food for our children"

And at that sentence a tear rolled down Hyunjin's cheek, softly pecking your lips before resting his head on your shoulder. "I- I love you so much y/n you don't know-" he hugged you tighter which made you laugh, hugging him back. "I'd absolutely love that.. I'll be back from Australia as quick as possible just for you, mh?" He mumbled as you hummed in response.

And as you saw the lady approach you two with drinks you tried getting off Hyunjin's lap, but he just help you closer and closer, whining whenever you made the slightest move. "Hyunjin- the lady is-" you whispered, but it was too late.

"here are your drinks-" the lady akwardly smiled, soon jogging back to the counter before you could say thank you. And out of embarrassment you digged your face in the crook of Hyunjin's neck, whining as he laughed. "that was so embarrassing-!" you mumbled as Hyunjin patted your back. "come on baby" he chuckled. "you just make me want to show the world how good of a girlfriend you are"

And with that you quickly jumped off his lap and sat on your chair, half covering your face while slurping your drink. Hyunjin softly smiled grabbing his drink. "you're so cute" he whispered, which made you slightly frown at him. "you're just teasing me now-!" you whisper yelled.

Hyunjin laughed shaking his head, "okay baby, now I want you to bring your drink with you" he spoke while standing up. You furrowed your eyebrows. "what- where are we going-?" you stuttered but he didn't reply. You grabbed your drink and soon locked your hand with Hyunjin's, walking out the cafe together hand in hand.

"we weren't going to finish our drinks there-?" you asked in between sips of your coffee, Hyunjin shook his head doing the same. "nah ah, I told you I wanted to do the most we could together today" You chuckled looking at your lover, putting your cup away for a second. "are you really going to miss me that much?" you asked with a slight grin on your face.

Hyunjin smiled, looking around at the scenery while caressing your knuckles with his thumb. "you're like... my teddy bear" Hyunjin spoke, making you chuckle. "your teddy bear?" you repeated with a bright smile on your face. Hyunjin smiled back. "like a child's teddy bear, they can't fall asleep or live without it, it's their most precious belonging" he smiled at you, holding your hand tighter.

You chuckled, walking a bit closer to Hyunjin and resting your head against his shoulder. "you have an unique way with your words" Hyunjin wrapped one arm around you, resting his head on top of yours. "does it make sense though?" he asked making you nod and hum with a smile on your face. "you're also my teddy bear, Hyunjin" you smiled.

The two of you spent minutes walking down the pavement, talking about your teenage days and memories. As well as things you'll be doing when Hyunjin comes back, he was planning on buying you a nice purse which you weren't allowed to refuse. Every now and then Hyunjin pecked your forehead, making butterflies fly all around in your stomach.

"remember that day?" Hyunjin chuckled, but you couldn't chuckle with him. "what day?" you asked, clinging onto your boyfriend's arm. "when you first moved into that apartment and I saw you still wearing my jacket" he teased, and when you playfully tried to walk away Hyunjin laughed throwing his head back, pulling you back against his body. "sorry baby sorry- you just looked so cute" he giggled, stroking your hair as he continued walking.

"why didn't you take it off though?" he chuckled, looking down at you while playing with your hair. You frowned while sighing, "why do you want to know?" and with that Hyunjin looked around, thinking of a reason. "hm.. just curious" he shrugged. "well, I guess it was just comfortable"

Then Hyunjin stopped walking again, looking around. You got curious so you detached yourself from Hyunjin's chest and looked at the current location you were at. An amusement park.

"Hyunjin-" you stuttered, standing next to him holding his hand. Hyunjin softly smiled at you. "let's have some fun" and with that he pulled you into the park. You laughed running along with your lover. "hey-! slow down!" you chuckled, almost out of breath. Hyunjin turned his head around, smiling at you. "why? tired already?" he teased sticking out his tongue.

You let go of his hand while glaring at him, and soon running off on your own. "hey- baby-!" Hyunjin yelled, now running after you. You laughed looking behind you multiple times. Hyunjin's eyes widened as he sped up, making you furrow your eyebrows while still running.

"y/n- watch out-" he called, quickly grabbing your wrist and pulling you against him. Something hit your back causing you and Hyunjin to fall on the pavement, but thanks to your boyfriend you didn't get hurt. But Hyunjin on the other hand..

"ah-" he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. You widened your eyes getting off of Hyunjin and looked at his expression. "are you okay-?" you stuttered, placing your hand under his head and placing it on your lap. That's when Hyunjin smirked and squirmed in your embrace, you soon chuckling. "I was really worried-" you whined.

Hyunjin just got comfortable in your lap, now slowly opening his eyes. "this is comfortable" he whispered while looking at you. You heard someone clear his throat, making you look up.

"excuse me" the voice called, you and Hyunjin quickly stood up while looking at the bulky figure. It was Changbin, with crossed arms and one tilted eyebrow. "ah- Changbin!" you stuttered, rubbing the back of your neck. "what are you doing here-?" you akwardly chuckled.

"well I just wanted to go on some roller coasters, until you two bumped into me" he playfully rolled his eyes. Hyunjin laughed putting one arm around his shoulders. "long time no see" he smiled. "what are you two even doing here?" Changbin asked with a smile on his face.

You shrugged, looking at Hyunjin. "don't know, Hyunjin brought me here and we just started running I guess" you chuckled. "I'm leaving to Australia tomorrow, just wanted to spend my last day with my girlfriend" Hyunjin spoke, now walking up to you and pecking your forehead while placing his arms around your waist. You chuckled looking at him.

Changbin gagged, looking at the two of you. "ew.. in front of me-?" he scoffed, uncrossing his arms. "I'm gonna go now, have fun!" he spoke while walking away. You and Hyunjin were quite surprised that Changbin just left like that. And when he was gone you chuckled, looking at Hyunjin.

"well- that was.. strange?" you spoke. "yeah" Hyunjin chuckled in response, holding your hand and looking around. "let's go on some rollercoasters" he smiled, but that's when you shook your head.

"actually... can we go to that new park close to our apartments?" you asked, softly biting your bottom lip. "I- I kind of wanna take a very long walk with you" you blushed, looking at Hyunjin who was smiling at you. He pulled you into a hug and pecked your forehead. "of course baby, your wish is my command"

And just like that, the two of you took a taxi to that park. Minutes later you arrived, holding hands and looking at the pavement that was covered with orange leafs.

"wow" you breathed out, letting go of Hyunjin's hand to grab your phone. And once you let go of him he whined into your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing him against you. "baby~ no phone-!" he sulked as you chuckled, looking up at him. "I'm just gonna take a few pictures for us to look at in the future, calm down" you laughed, now taking pictures of the path.

You took multiple pictures of the trees, your view, and even some birds and butterflies. Everything in the park was just super pretty, and when you saw a big tree you turned around to look at Hyunjin who was following you like a dog. "Hyunjin come here!" you giggled, reaching out your hand.

Hyunjin softly smiled at you taking your hand, and when he did you pulled him with you. Your boyfriend seemed a little surprised at first but soon started chuckling with you. When you arrived at the tree you sat down, tapping on the grass beside you under the branches and leafs.

"come sit down" you smiled at Hyunjin. "why?" he tried to tease, but you just stood up again and grabbed both of his shoulders. Soon pushing him down, and when he sat down you rested your head onto his lap, laying down looking up at the sky that was covered in orange leafs.

Hyunjin started brushing hair strands off your face with a smile formed onto his lips, "you're beautiful" he whispered, caressing one of your cheeks when you chuckled. "you're more beautiful" you whispered back, now sitting on his lap sideways while resting your head on his shoulder. Hyunjin wrapped his arms around your body as he pecked the top of your head.

"do you know how precious you are to me?" Hyunjin mumbled, you shrugged looking at him. "no.. probably very though" you guessed, but your boyfriend shook his head. "you're my most precious treasure" he smiled, back to brushing hair strands off your face. "so, so precious"

You grabbed your earphones and put one in Hyunjin's ear, the other one in yours. Soon playing some love songs while looking at your lover. Hyunjin smiled pecking your lips, to which you chuckled. You were going to miss him so much once he leaves for Australia.

But little did you know what was going to happen.

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sylverstorms · 3 years

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Mother Miranda x Lawyer!Oc ----Tilted Scales

Hello guys :) This is another commission I wrote for the amazing, wonderful @saltwatereulogies

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Three days.

That is how long you've been in the village, after years of studying abroad, before everything turns to shit.

As you slowly blink focus back into your eyes, you try to clear the haze from your mind. It feels as though you've collided with a truck. Your body hurts, your wrists protest in their iron cuffs, stuck to the wall as they are, having supported your weight while you were unconscious.

Desperately, you try to recollect the events that led you here...

A grey sky. A bleak day. One moment you were making coffee for your mother, excited to be able to sit down with her in the mornings again... and the next you heard the echo of screams.

Overcome by adrenaline, you bolted out of your house, only to witness a scene straight from a nightmare; humanoid monsters ripping villagers apart, cries and blood and animalistic growls all blending together into one mad mix.

And before you could even warn your mother...

Damn it all, what the fuck happened!

You suddenly struggle against your bonds, hard enough to rattle your whole frame. Your wrists burn from the grind against metal, but you don't care–

“Stop that. It is pointless and you will only injure yourself.” A cold voice, strangely familiar, says from far to your right.

You peer deep into the shadows, searching for the only other person in the empty room... until you see her. A mask advances on you, gold and shaped like a crow's visage, then wings folded into a cloak come into view.

You would be a fool to not recognize her. The local saint. The village's prophet. The very 'saint' your mother prayed to, for your safe return, all these years. Mother Miranda.

The sound of her heels bounces off the walls until she comes to stand directly in front of you. Looking past the openings of her mask now, you realize....

This isn't possible.

She hasn't aged a day. Not a single day, since you left the village. The years should show around her deadly blue eyes, somewhere, and yet they don't.

“I see you remember me...” she says, while you're still trying to find your voice. “Miss Warren.”

“What is going on? Mother Miranda, what happened to the village?!” you demand.

Her expression shows nothing. “The village is in need of... renovation.” she speaks, even, regal. “Repopulation, even.”

You stare at her with wide eyes.

“Now, don't give me that look. You would not be here if you weren't of the ones I chose to keep.” she continues. “You see, from now on, every single person in my domain will make themselves useful in some way, or they will be replaced. And you... you have been abroad studying law for a while now, yes?”

“I... yes.” you reply, still not fully having wrapped your mind around your situation.

“Excellent. What I need from you is simple. You will make the village independent from the state’s taxes as a religious organization... and you will keep foreign investors out from that point onward.”

What... what part of that is simple?!

“Do that for me and in return I guarantee your mother and you will go back to your house safe and sound. You will have no shortage of Lei for as long as you live, Miss Warren.” Miranda promises.

But it is not the sweet part of the deal your mind stays glued to. “And if...” you gulp. “If I can't work around the law to do that...?”

Miranda blinks slowly at you, like you shouldn't even ask such a basic question. Like the answer is obvious.

“Well. Then I have no further use for either of you.”

It is in this moment that it dawns on you.

This woman is no angel and no saint.

She is a devil.

You spend countless sleepless nights pouring over every single paragraph, every little opening or ambiguity in the law you can use to free the village of taxes.

To keep your mother in the dark about this, you work in the office Mother Miranda has provided for you, in her very stronghold.

Although technically it's her home, you don't see her nearly as much as you initially thought. She is gone throughout the day and returns late at night, not even sparing you a glance before heading for her chambers, at the upper sections of the building.

The days she does come into your office to inquire on your progress are few and far-between, your conversations always short and cold.

This evening is different.

“How is your work coming along, Miss Warren?” the prophetess asks with her aggravatingly nice accent, seating herself like a queen on the chair in front of your desk.

Your eyes are tired, but you force them on hers, through the mask obscuring her face. “I think I've got it. I'll be sending the necessary papers tomorrow and the answer shouldn't take longer than a month.”

“Very good.” she nods, a miniscule curve to her lips.

Icy eyes then drop to the wine in the whiskey glass at the corner of the desk. You think she will make a comment about drinking at work, but instead she says;

“Pour me a glass, will you?”

You will your hands steady as you comply, then carefully slide her drink over.

Miranda takes her mask with claw-shrouded fingers... and soundnessly sets it on the wooden surface. Then she pushes the veil at her hair back, shaking long, platinum locks free.

You do a double take you hope she doesn't notice. Because what the actual fuck.

You didn't think her hair was that long, or that straight, or that it would fall over her shoulders like she's staring in a shampoo ad. You didn't think her lips were shaped like a cupid's bow or that her skin was this flawless and radiant.

The helplessly lesbian part of you could begrudgingly admit she was beautiful before... but now you arrive to the painful realization she's drop-dead gorgeous.

“So. I've heard you won cases others would describe as impossible.” she begins.

“Nothing's impossible. You just need to know where to look.” you reply. Law is your comfort zone and she is not that far above you here. “But how do you know that?”

“I have my sources.”

"Nobody truly leaves this village, huh.”

“Not without my consent, no. But I knew you'd come back.” At your slight frown, she elaborates, “You would never leave your mother behind.”

She's right. There was a whole world of opportunities waiting for you out there and yet... here you are.

“Good work, so far. You can take the next two days off. Your eyes could use the rest, Miss Warren.” Miranda speaks, finishing her wine.

“Sarah.” you say. 'Miss Warren' is for clients and she is your boss.

Miranda's lips give a slight quirk that may or may not be a trick of the light.

“I know.” she replies and exits the room, long hair billowing behind her back.

The taxes were only the first challenge. Now that the village is free of them, investors are flying in circles around it like vultures over meat.

In the meantime, Miranda comes to talk to you more frequently.

Lately, it seems she has more free time. You wish that was a good thing, but...

“So... are you like... going to stay here?” You ask after reading the same sentence five times to make sense of it, because her gaze on you is distracting as fuck.

“I'm not getting in the way of your work.” she says. You want to argue she is, but can't quite do that in a way that won't get you killed.

“I'm simply not used to working with company. Isn't this boring for you?”

“No, actually. I find it interesting, even though science is my field of expertise.” she answers. “And the way you take notes is… amusing.”

You try not to blush as you look down at your notebook, filled with different colored markers and post-it squares with tiny stick figures pointing to the more important paragraphs. You have been doing this for so long to sort out information you didn't even realize you were keeping it up in her presence.

“What is this supposed to be?” she asks with a small smile, the first of its kind you've seen.

To your horror, her clawed pointer aims at a particularly silly doodle, barely the size of a pencil's eraser.

“A... bird.” you grimace like you've been stabbed.

“Ah, of course.” Miranda holds back a chuckle but you can tell she's dying to make a comment.

Studying becomes hell for the rest of the time she's there with you, those sharp eyes picking apart every little move you make. At the same time, though, the hours you spend with her make you realize...

She's not a saint, though she may look like one. She's not completely a devil, either, even if she may act as one, at times.

She's human.

Miranda shares nothing about herself when you chat, but she seems to like it when you speak about your time abroad and all the things that left an impression on you there.

Your conversation over wine is cut short, however, when you receive a call from a number you learned means nothing but trouble, lately.

“Sorry, I have to take this.” you tell her.

The one calling you is none other than this month's rival lawyer, trying to dispute your claim over the land for his own boss. He's lost to you before, so it's also personal, but you are confident you have cornered them good with the latest papers you sent them...

And you are proven correct, when, a few seconds later, he is all faux polite on the other line, resorting to offering you money for you to withdraw your arguments.

Miranda comes to stand next to you, listening in to what he's saying.

The problem with that is, the second her arm brushes yours and you catch a whiff of her perfume –which always lingers in your office long after she's left— youare the one who stops listening to him.

Your attention flies to other things, like the inches she has on you, the exact color of her pale blonde hair, the little glint of victory in her stunning eyes.

Oh, no. God, no...

You know what this is, the feeling in the pit of your stomach. Alarm bells go off in the back of your head, as though your own mind is telling your body how foolish it's being.

There isn't a worse thing you can do to yourself than be attracted to Miranda.

Over time, familiarity with the prophetess brings higher levels of difficulty into your 'try to ignore your crush on her' game.

Miranda joins your side and leans over your shoulder, sometimes, to peer down at what you're doing. You don't move and don't breathe until she's within a safe distance again.

Then there are the wayward 'reward' touches, when you turn another investor away from the village. She may pat your back or leave her hand on your shoulder, or even scratch your nape with her claws as a job well done.

You hope your poker face hides the fact you feel her touch on you for far longer than you should, after she's gone.

Tonight, the situation is the toughest it's ever been for you.

There is a rainstorm going on outside; the waterdrops are tapping against the windows of your office as though they're trying to break it. Miranda has pulled her chair next to you so you can talk easier, without having to shout over the cacophony.

“And basically the judge's decision was that—”

You are interrupted by a blinding flash of lighting, during which your mind lets you know the stronghold is easily the tallest structure in it's vicinity—

When thunder cracks down the sky and strikes the building, you nearly scream. Your body tenses and you jump; but Miranda's hands come to your biceps and hold you steady, against herself and your desk.

Another flash comes before you really have time to think about your proximity. She covers your ears with her palms before the thunderclap can send you into overdrive again.

“You are with me and you're scared of a little thunder?” she teases when things quiet down and your heartbeat eases.

It's true; Miranda is the more terrifying force of nature. At the same time, however...

You feel oddly safe to be this close to her.

“Well... I'm not scared right now...” you quietly admit.

Her pointer comes underneath your chin and lifts it so you are looking straight into her hypnotic blue eyes. How is this color even real...

“And why is that?” Miranda asks, her wings coming around you both. They're curtains of black, cutting out some of the storm's sounds.

You want nothing more in this moment than to run your fingers through each individual feather.

You lick your lips. That's...not a question you can answer if you want the balance in your arrangement with her to remain.

Perhaps, though, the scales have tilted for you long ago. You just haven't been brave enough to admit it.

You have the courage to face it now when she leans down and covers your lips with hers, warm in a manner you never imagined she could be.

Her wings pull tighter around you and your mouths slide more firmly together. Lipbalm and creamy lipstick mix, tongues brush, tasting of wine. You are shaking so bad on the inside from how much you want this, more of this, the rumbling of the thunder be damned.

Miranda's palm cups your flaming cheek when she pulls back, perfectly composed and staring at you with a little smirk in place.

You dare to turn a little, lay a tiny kiss on the inside of her wrist, beyond her rings and accessories.

You aren't very fond of storms, but...

You willingly walk right into the eye of this one.

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Stuck with Nowhere to Go

El Novio Quarantine Edition: Part 1

AN: This is part one of El Novio week and I'm gonna be posting a new part for this mini series everyday until April 17. Thank you to everyone that has been supporting me and following Cal and Claudia's story. I love y'all so mucha nd hope y'all enjoy this.

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Warnings: smut, brief quarantine talk, a small arguement. and overall Claudia being h word for Cal

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Calum gently pushed Claudia against the mattress, getting in a more comfortable position as they devoured each other. With one hand balancing himself, so he wouldn't squish Claudia, he used the other to unbutton the flannel she wore. He slid his hand inside her shirt and gave her breast soft squeeze before sliding down to her soaked-through panties.

Frustrated with his teasing touches, Claudia tried to roll him onto the mattress. But he wouldn't budge.

"Cal," She whined against his lips, jutting her hips against his to feel some sort of relief.

"Pretty girl, I know, but your parents are across the hall." Calum mumbled before kissing down her neck.

"It's been three weeks. Please," She sighed. "I'll be quiet."

"Fine, but you have to be quiet. For our sake." She eagerly nodded at him before he continued. "I'm only going to eat you out okay?"

"But—"

"Later okay? When we get to our house, you can have your way with me. I promise." He held out his pinky to her.

"Okay." She pouted, wrapping her pinky around his.

Calum sat on his knees and slipped off his shirt. He tossed it to the side before towering over her once more. A giggle escaped Claudia when he sponged kisses all over her face.

Having enough of his teasing, she pulled his lips back to hers. She wrapped her leg over his waist, helping her stay balanced as she grinded herself against him. Claudia was basking in having the upper hand that she didn't feel Calum's fingers slip in her panties.

He skillfully slipped his ring and middle fingers in her, causing her to loudly gasp and stop all her moments.

"What's wrong, pretty girl?" He whispered in her ear, making her whine. “Want these off?” Calum asked her, toying with the waistband of her panties.

“Please.” She nodded eagerly. He gently patted her ass so she could lift her hips up.

Once Calum slipped her panties off, he situated himself in front of her core. “All this for me pretty girl?” Calum asked. He placed soft kisses on the insides of her thighs. She squirmed at the feeling of his lips. They got closer and closer to where she needed him the most.

She let out an inaudible gasp of pleasure when Calum licked her. She tried closing her legs, but Calum’s grip on them kept her in place. He softly moaned at her taste and savored her, taking his time with his tongue. He pushed one of her legs to her chest, giving him better access to her.

He inserted another while he pressed his thumb on her clit. Claudia felt something build up in her. She felt pleasantly overwhelmed with Calum’s fingers and tongue. Calum felt it too. He sped up his fingers and circled his thumb on her clit roughly.

She moaned out, not caring who heard her, but he grabbed a pillow and covered her face. Calum lapped up her release. He dropped her legs down and laid next to her.

“Happy album release day,” Claudia whispered excitedly after catching her breath.

He grumbled his response, making her giggle. He rolled to his side and traced his thumb under her bottom lip, giving her a quick peck. He got up to the bathroom to finish himself off, but Claudia had other ideas.

“No, let me,” Claudia said. She sat up and pulled him back by the waistband of his boxers. She brightly up at him, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Se me antoja un chorizo.”

“The kitchen is downstairs, Claudia.” He told her prying her hands off him.

“Cal, please let me suck your dick.” She fake cried.

“No, go get ready. We were supposed to be on the road by now. But someone doesn’t know how to keep her hands to herself.” He said before closing her bathroom door. He popped his head out once more. “You better be ready when I’m done.”

***

Calum watched Claudia skip down the steps of Ashton's house when it finally hit him. The last he saw her wear the dress she currently wore was when they went to Coachella the year before. It was probably his favorite dress on her, even if he's only seen her in it once.

"That's the last of them." Claudia said sliding onto the passenger seat. She has baked 'CALM' cakes for the guys in their favorite flavors along with sugar cookies shaped in their initials and in their instruments.

She took off her mask and reached for her now watered down iced coffee. She made a face and set it down in the cup holder. "This is nasty. I fucking hate almondmilk." she mumbled before taking another sip.

"Why are you still drinking it?"

"I have to finish it. It was like five bucks."

Calum shook his head, hiding his smile. He reached for his army green Hydro Flask and took a long sip of water. He capped it and started the car. Pulling the car into reverse, he gripped Claudia's head rest a little tighter as he felt her gaze on him. As he got out of the spot, he watched Claudia shift around in her seat.

"You really have a parallel parking kink." Calum laughed as they left Ashton's neighborhood.

"I do not." Claudia scoffed, crossing her arms.

"Keep telling yourself that. Your tits don't lie." He said, pinching one of her nipples. She smacked his hand away as he checked that there weren't any cars before turning into the main road.

"The AC isn't even on so can't say you're cold."

"Whatever."

Calum shook his head and drove to the nearest Target. When they got there, Claudia grabbed a homemade disinfectant wipe from her bag and cleaned their cart. They went straight to the electronics section so Calum could get a record player for the live stream later in the evening. The needle broke in the one he had and since Ashton demanded that they play the album in vinyls, he had to get a new record player.

Claudia took the cart after he placed the record player in the shopping cart. She still felt awkward shopping for pads in front of him. They agreed to meet in the alcohol aisle after she hopefully found some pads. Tampons weren't an option. Pandemic or not, the only thing she was having inside of her was Calum.

“They may not have toilet paper but least they have White Claws.” Calum told Claudia as two boxes, one of only black cherry flavor and the other variety pack because Claudia only drank tangerine flavor.

"I managed to get one thing of pads, so it's something." She told him, covering the pads with the other groceries. "I'm just lucky my period ended last week. I have a month to worry about getting more. You have dog food right? Because there's none in the aisles."

"Yeah, bought some when we got back from Medelyn's baby shower, water and toilet paper too." He nodded his head over to the shopping cart. "Is that everything? And what your parents needed too?"

Claudia looked over their shopping cart. It wasn't much but it was enough since the stores set limits on how much to buy because of the lack of ability to restock.

"I think we're good. If we need something we can drive back and steal from Ashton's garden." she joked.

While they waited in line, Claudia thought about how quick her life changed in less than two weeks. Her landlord practically kicked her, Dulce and Sara out and wanted them out by the time spring break started because of mandatory stay at home orders. She was lucky though. Calum took her in and for the meantime she was going to live with him. Though just last week Diego told her to come home. It took her a lot of convincing, but Calum ended up going with her too.

"Your total is $132.76." the cashier told them.

Claudia was barely pulling out her card as Calum scanned his phone in front of the pin pad. He thanked them and nodded Claudia to keep up.

"We agreed that I was going to pay groceries since you don't let me pay for anything else." She told him as he put the groceries in his car.

"I didn't agree to shit." He furrowed an eyebrow.

"Yuh-huh you nodded and waved me off."

He stayed silent, trying to remember if he did. Then it hit him. "Was it when we ordered Mikko's? Because I thought you meant you were paying for that."

"Of course you did, your cheap ass doesn't pay for sushi." she mumbled to herself. "Well I'm paying for groceries from now on."

"I don't like it when you spend money for us when I can pay for them. Especially now that we're both basically jobless. You need that money for school, Claudia." Calum said as they pulled up to the In-N-Out drive thru across the street from Target.

"And I don't like you paying for things that I can afford too." She argued back, but Calum ignored her since he was ordering their lunch.

He had his card ready to pay so there was no way that he was going to let her pay. When he reached the window the computer crashed and they were only accepting cash. Claudia pulled out a twenty, knowing that Calum never carries cash on him unless they're outside of California. He begrudgingly took it and gave it to the cashier.

***

Claudia considered herself a patient person. An elderly person taking their time in front of the ATM, no problem. Her getting cut in line at Starbucks because she was answering a text from Calum and not paying attention to the line, not an issue. Where she did lose her patience was when she would get stuck in traffic.

“The San Ysidro border is faster than this.” Claudia groaned, dropping in her seat after poking her head out of the sun roof.

“Well we would have avoided traffic if someone didn’t need to go back our place to get a fucking coloring book.” Calum muttered under his breath.

He had enough of her complaining. Ever since he got on the I5, that’s all she’s been doing. They’ve been stuck for over four hours and it was just her mumbling over and over how she would rather be waiting to cross the border than be stuck in the freeway. Even Claudia during her period was less irritable than this. Before she could get a word in, he turned up the volume on the true crime podcast they were listening to.

Ironically it was about a couple where the girlfriend murdered her boyfriend and disposed of his body by a lake in the very same freeway they were on.

Calum glanced over to Claudia. She was curled up, leaning against the window playing tetris on her phone. He rotated his neck and hands in hopes that he loosened up, but nothing worked. He knew he shouldn't have said that to her. It wasn't her fault that there was traffic.

"Cal…" Claudia said quietly, reaching down to lower the volume.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be getting all irritated when I was the one who suggested that you take me back to your house. Because of me we're stuck in traffic and—"

"Claudia, you have nothing to apologize for. You're not the one who caused the traffic. If someone should be apologizing, it should be me. I'm just stressed out because of the album dropping tonight and I'm taking my nerves out on you. So I'm sorry for being a fucking cunt."

"Apology accepted." she giggled.

Claudia leaned over the center console and kissed his cheek. Slowly, she descended down to his neck And sucked under his jaw, making him jerk the car.

"Ashton needs me alive for at least tonight." Calum said, gently prying her off of him. He adjusted his shorts and looked toward the road.

Not even five minutes later, Claudia was toying with a loose string on Calum's shorts. Her hand occasionally bumped into his crotch. Wordlessly she unbuckled her seatbelt and tried reaching for her purse in the backseat. It gave Calum a great view of the nude lace panties she wore.

Before he tried anything, she sat back down and pulled out some nail clippers. Claudia bent over the center console once more and clipped the string with them. She rubbed his thigh and laid her head in the console. Her fingertips deftly smoothed down his leg hairs.

"What are your thoughts on road head?" Claudia asked. She tiptoed her fingers up his thigh, slowly inching to semi hard on.

"I don't know, never thought about it." He answered her, swallowing hard with his gaze glued on the road.

"Really? Like you never thought of me choking on your dick while you're driving?" She pushed herself up from the console and sat criss-cross applesauce. "I have. The thought of you guiding my mouth over your dick surrounded by other cars, clueless to what we're doing. All I have to say is thank fuck for your tinted windows."

He watched from the corner of his eye. She had pulled down her dress, exposing her breasts and her panties were on the dash. One of her hands disappeared under her dress while the other was tweaking her nipples. She whimpered Calum's name loudly as her fingers sped up.

Calum pulled her hand away and licked her fingers cleaned. He slipped his and continued where she left off. With one hand on the steering wheel he brought her to her orgasm. Her hips chased his fingers as he stopped thrusting them in her and only rubbed her clit. Once her high relaxed, he slipped his fingers out of her and licked them.

He pumped a quarter size amount of hand sanitizer in his hand, cleaning his hands, and kept driving.

He looked over to Claudia and smirked. "Thank fuck for tinted windows, huh Claudia."

***

Claudia was bundled up in her room so she wouldn’t disrupt Calum during the livestream. She went downstairs to get her water and a snack after hearing 'Not in the Same Way.' She bumped into Calum in the kitchen, who was getting another White Claw.

"Hey," she said kissing his cheek.

"Miss you." Calum said in between kisses.

Before she said anything, Michael's yelling that he was a pickle echoed through the kitchen. Calum gave her a look and went back to the living room. Duke tried getting on the couch but failed.

"I leave for a fucking second and you're a fucking pickle." Calum said, trying his best not to laugh.

He picked up Duke and sat him in his lap. Panchito wandered over and hopped on the couch and used Duke's bed as a pillow.

"Uh… this is Panchito. He's the Santos' family dog." Calum said introducing the blue heeler puppy to the 40 thousand people watching. "He's about four months old and just sleeps all day with Duke."

The livestream went on until Michael's phone died and Calum continued with Luke. But just before Michael signed off, he thanked Claudia for making the CALM cakes and cookies. Calum struggled a bit to get Luke connected, but he managed once Claudia hopped in and showed him how. He gave her a sheepish thank you and watched her curl up on the opposite end of the couch.

At some point during Calum and Luke's segment, they strayed off their music and discussed cake flavors. When Claudia heard Luke say that he's not a big fan of red velvet cake, she bit back her comment about Luke eating a few slices of red velvet cake at Calum's birthday party the year before. If Claudia knew how to do one thing, that's bake a good red velvet cake.

By the time Calum finished the livestream and his phone call with Luke, Claudia had fallen asleep. He signaled the dogs to follow him outside so they can do their nightly business before going to bed. He guided them back to their respective kennels and secured the doors, so they couldn't escape to go ruin Soni's plants.

"Claudia," Calum said softly. He gently nudged her awake. "Let's go upstairs."

"Fuck, did I fall asleep?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Yeah, surprisingly since you took about four naps today." he teased her.

"Oh shush." she grumbled, folding the blanket she covered herself with.

They quietly went to the guest room where Calum was sleeping to watch a movie. Not even fifteen minutes into the movie, Claudia and Calum were devouring each other. Her hand lazily stroked his length through his sweats as Calum's hands ran over her thighs and ass.

"We should get on the floor, the bed squeaks too much." Claudia said when pulled away from Calum to take off her hoodie.

She got off from the bed and grabbed a duvet from the closet and laid it on the floor. She grabbed some of the decorative pillows and arranged them neatly so they could lay on them. Calum followed suit and shedded off his sweater and sweatpants. He laid back on the duvet and took in Claudia. She sat in his lap in nothing but a light grey bralette and matching panties she got at Aerie. It wasn't an overall sexy set, but it still sent him spiralling.

She leaned down and captured Calum's lips with hers. He let out an incoherent grumble as Claudia rocked her hips against his cock. He slowly inched his hands up her thighs, feeling his way around until he found her ass. He roughly gripped her ass and began guiding her along his clothed cock.

“Can you fucking wait?” Claudia giggled, pulling away from his lips. She sat back up on his lap and took off her bralette. “I wanna take care of you.”

“I don’t want you to.” He said.

“You better remember that the next time you get a stomach ache for eating too many chilaquiles.”

Claudia drummed his chest and got up from the floor. She reached for Calum’s hoodie and tied her hair in a bun.

“Where are you going?” Calum asked her confused.

“You don’t want my help, so I don’t see what I’m doing here.” She shrugged.

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and gave him a small salute before leaving his room. She waited outside, knowing he was going to go after her. A few seconds later he opened the door and pulled her inside.

“I’m kidding, I need you.” Calum said peppering kisses all over her face.

“That’s what I thought.” She said, triumphantly. She got down on her knees and tugged down Calum’s sweats. She licked her lips and looked up at him. “Now let me show you how proud I am of your album.”

“What would you rank it?”

“Definitely one of your top four.”

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wonunuu · 3 years

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iris beauty ❀

18: unexpected night

✎ synopsis: falling for a guy is never easy, especially when your best friend of many years basically claimed him; you and mina have been friends for as long as you can remember, but your loyalty and trust are tested when she asks you to pretend to be her in meeting a guy she had been talking to online and you unintentionally start to develop feelings for him.

✎ genre: romance, angst, comedy, fluff

✎ pairing: reader x yoon jeonghan

✎ word count: 1.5k+

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After your short ten-minute break, you exit the locker room and head to the front counter, notifying your co-worker that your break had finished and that you were going to take over. Walking to the front counter, you greet a customer who was patiently waiting.

“Good afternoon! What can I get you today?” you ask the woman, whom you’ve probably seen before. “Just chai latte, please.” She smiles. You punch her order in, she hands you the money and you take it, placing it in the cashier machine. You give her the receipt and her order number, then start preparing her order.

As you give her her latte, you are surprised to see a familiar face, carefully inspecting the menu. “Thank you!” the woman says before exiting the door.

“What are you doing here?” You inquire. Jeonghan smiles at you, “Well, I was thinking we could go out tonight if you're free?”

“So you came here knowing that there's a possibility that I wouldn't be free?”, you asked, a little touched at his subtle act of kindness. He nods. Putting his kindness into consideration as you contemplate whether to lie and say you have plans or, to tell the truth, and agree.

Jeonghan bites the inside of his cheek as he awaits your answer, but lets out a breath of relief when he sees you nod. You agree for three reasons. One, not to make anything seem suspicious. Rejecting his offer to take you out will most likely make him suspicious as the real Mina, whom he’s been talking to, would say yes. Two, if he’s taking you out then that would mean you’d be eating real food, and not instant noodles that have been in the kitchen cabinets for God knows how long—they’re probably way too long past their expiration date. Third, you did feel bad that he travelled long distances to come to your workplace to ask you—as Mina—out on a date, knowing that you might not be able to go.

“I still have forty minutes left before I clock out, though”, you inform him, wiping the counter.

“That’s okay. I can just wait ‘till you finish. It's my fault for coming here without notice,” Jeonghan nervously laughs. “But I’d like something to drink while I wait.” You smile, shaking your head out of amusement. His shamelessness never fails to make you laugh. Jeonghan fondly stares at you, proud of himself for making you smile.

“Pick any, it’s my treat.” You tell him as you fiddle around with the cashier machine, preparing to put his order in. Jeonghan’s ears perk up at your words, specifically on the last three. He excitedly scans the menu again and picks a drink of his choice. You instruct him to sit on the empty table placed in the far corner of the room. Immediately, you start making his beverage, meticulously measuring the ingredients, and once finished, you walk to where he was seated and give it to him. “Thanks,” Jeonghan mutters before taking a sip, and you watch intently, waiting for his reaction. Jeonghan frowns, you start to get worried. “Is it not good? I can make you another one—”

“I’m just kidding, it tastes amazing.” You were cut off by Jeonghan suddenly wrapping his free arm around your waist and nuzzling his face into your stomach. You were taken aback by his actions but quickly reminded yourself that this is normal between couples—not that you and he are together, but you as Mina and he are together. Saying it in your head, you realize how confusing this whole pretending thing really is.

You roll your eyes and smack his shoulder, he lets out a yelp in response and rubs the spot, trying to ease the sting.

He giggles, “Go work now.” You give him an “okay” before leaving him alone for you to continue working.

“So where are we going?”

The two of you walk out to the cafe towards his car. Jeonghan tried to hold your hand but was saddened when you hid them in your pockets. Nonetheless, he brushes it off and continues to walk beside you.

“Uh,” he thought, looking up. “We have a few options, actually.”

You reach his car and he opens the door for you, acting like a gentleman—a tip from his friend, Joshua. You mumble a thank you before going in. He closes the door and jogs to the other side to go into the driver’s seat.

“A, we go to the movies,” he waits for your reaction. You shake your head, he looks confused. “I thought that was what was your ideal first date?”

You shook your head again, “I changed my mind. Tell me the other options.”

He clears his throat, “I—I actually don’t have anymore… I assumed you were going to agree to the movies.” He nervously admits. "I wanted to seem cool, you know? Like I have things planned." He looks at you hesitantly, embarrassed at his confession. You laugh, a little louder than intended, he laughs along.

“I can't believe you. Let me look up some fun places we can go.” You say, emphasizing the word ‘fun’, Jeonghan rolls his eyes in response.

Three long minutes have passed, lazily scrolling through your phone. Jeonghan, too, had his phone, looking for possible destinations that could interest the both of you.

Earlier, you both discussed and agreed that you wanted something interesting to do on your first date; not sitting on some chairs watching movies. When you were about to give up, something caught your eye. You gasped, causing Jeonghan to whip his head at you.

“There’s a night fair not too far from here! We need to go, please Han?” You excitedly squeaked, not knowing where the nickname came from. Jeonghan smirks at you, “New nickname? I like it.” Taking you by surprise, he grabs your free hand and places them on his cheek, caressing them gently with his thumb. “Give me the address, let’s go.”

The two of you walk tiredly around the fair after playing dozens of games. You knew about each other's competitive nature, so the competition in trying to win the games came naturally. You personally think a little competition made the games more enjoyable.

You'd say you guys are tied; even. You had won the ring toss, gaining a mug as a prize. He won the dart game, it turned out his aim was as accurate as cupid. Et cetera.

Now, you were trying to find something to fill your growling stomachs. There were many food booths open and you had been walking around for what felt like hours. You couldn't seem to find the right booth that offered the food. Until Jeonghan suddenly grabs your hand and pulls you towards a booth around the end of the road.

“Oh my god,” you almost scream out of joy. “How did you know?”

“It's my favourite too.” He tells you, smugly.

"Hello, can we get two nakji bokkuem, please? Thank you." He orders the food while you look around to find a table to sit at. Despite the number of people, you luckily find a free spot. You walk to the empty table, leaving Jeonghan to wait for the food by himself.

As you observe the boy from your seat, thoughts flood your head. You were suddenly worried about what Mina's reaction would be when you tell her that you, pretending to be Mina, have been meeting up with Jeonghan while she was gone. You weren't bothered about being caught because you were sure that you were going to pull it off. But one thing you fretted about the most is his reaction when Mina tells him the truth. Mina had told you that when she would come back from her trip, she would tell Jeonghan everything. You were scared for your best friend; you don't want her to feel heartbroken.

You push your thoughts to the side when you see Jeonghan approach, food in his hands. As he takes a seat, he wafts the smoke from the food towards you. You close your eyes inhaling the smell, causing your mouth to salivate.

"Here you go." He places the plate in front of you and takes out your chopsticks.

"You know I can do that right?" you laughed, taking the chopsticks from his hand.

"I know, but I want to do it for you," Jeonghan chuckles.

The table became silent when the two of you started to eat, of course, a few comments and giggles here and there. But the two of you were too focused on eating the food, that you forgot about each other's presence. Until Jeonghan started choking on his last bite, and you being you, you stayed seated laughing as you watched the boy struggle.

"Why didn't you help me?" Jeonghan whines, rubbing his neck.

"I was!" You exclaimed, trying to hold yourself from laughing further. "Moral support, you know?" you continue.

Jeonghan is out of words. "Laughing at me as I choke is not moral support!" He cried.

Your night was definitely unexpected, in the most possible good way. Spending your free time with Jeonghan was so amazing that you forgot you were even pretending to be someone else. Though you do feel guilty, you console yourself by saying that you were doing it for your best friend.

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illyaana · 3 years

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Homebound to you - Sasha Blaus

I can't find the artist on Tumblr (again (＞人＜；)) but this is the twitter post!

Synopsis: You are childhood friends with Sasha. This part is on how you grew up with Sasha and how she told you how she's joining the Training Corps. (if I tell anymore, it isn't a synopsis welp-)

Tags: Sasha x Binaural Reader, Fluff, SFW

Word Count: 2226

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The lush meadows of Dauper Village - the place both you called home.

It wasn’t one that you’d see written in the papers about its beauty. It was a hidden gem known by those who were willing to venture out and seek it. The forest welcomed you - the sounds of the woodland creatures and the wind against the bushes reminded you of life when you believed the world was much more peaceful than it was. The scene of an ocean blue stream of water surrounded by small animals was vivid in your memories.

“You don’t want to join me? It isn’t that dirty, trust me,” a 6-year-old Sasha said, gripping tightly onto the ends of your shirt.

Sasha Braus - the girl you’ve known ever since you were a kid.

No one could imagine the daughter of a hunter being friends - close friends - with the child of a scholar, but you both proved them wrong.

Sasha was your first ever friend. She was the one who made the introverted you more social with others.

She was the first person you truly cared for - nothing could’ve changed that.

Sasha played along a stream of water right beside the willow tree you both found the first time you ventured into the forest. She’d jump feet first into the stream, diverting the flow of water into multiple small streams before converging in the front of her feet. She loved seeing the small fishes play with each other as if they were racing to meet a bigger water source.

She’d beg you to join her in the small game - but you never did.

You wanted to steal every single moment with her in your eyes - to let it sink into the deepest parts of your brain.

“I’d rather stay dry, Sasha. My mom would kill me if I go back home with my clothes all wet,” your younger self said, trying to reason with her.

Sasha’s face immediately paled the minute you finished that sentence. She looked to her now soaked trousers. A ring of dried mud formed on the top half of her trousers decorated with dried leaves and vines.

“Why didn’t you warn me earlier?” she said, anger stricken on her face, “Mama is going to kill me now. I didn’t expect it to be this dirty.”

You chuckle at the red-faced girl in front of you.

This girl was meant for greatness - no one could deny that.

The adventurous side of hers could never be tamed.

It was wild and relentless - and you loved it to bits.

“You’re wearing shorts underneath, right?”

She nodded.

You sighed.

“Take off the trousers. I’ll wash them as best as I can and you sling it on your shoulder so that it can dry. That’s the best I can offer,” you told her.

In an instant, she ran to the bushes, took off her trousers and tossed them to you.

“You’re only 6-years old - how can you think like an adult at such a young age?” she said, an inquisitive look painted on her face.

“I grew up surrounding playful 6-year-olds, that’s why,” you said, teasing her, “I basically became their mom - looking after them, making sure they behaved well in public - I did it all.”

As time passed, Sasha became more than just a friend you used to look after.

You both became each others’ rocks - the very thing that kept each other from falling.

Sasha learnt how to hunt - to survive in the harsher world of the forest.

You learnt knowledge - to create and to move the world with a pen and paper.

You never saw Sasha hunt but you’ve pictured it billions of times.

You pictured her hazel-colored hair dancing in the air as she rode her horse. Her golden-brown eyes would focus solely on her target - they would force her victim to shudder and slow down, to become hers. Her muscles would flex under her thin shirt as he pulled the arrow in her hands against the bow - the tip fixed exactly at the weak point of her target. Then, with one swift release, her victim would fall and a rush of happiness would surge within her.

You could only draw it and picture it in your head, but how you wished to see her in action.

She’d always bring a huge portion of the meat she gained for your family. She’d say she caught more than she expected, but you could hear the rumbles from her parents.

Eventually, your families decided to move into one house to reduce the problems faced by the Braus family.

Your family would provide the income - the money to buy resources. The Braus family would help in gaining food and rationing out how much from the resources to use.

Even though your parents hated the idea of moving in with hunters, you were ecstatic.

You imagined a life with Sasha, and you were going to get a glimpse of it.

Every night, she’d come into your room with a cup of tea and talk about her hunt. You, on the other hand, would talk about what you’ve learnt for the day. Even though she never understood what you spoke on, she’d try her best to listen and even ask questions when she didn’t understand.

You taught Sasha how to use a quill while she taught you the wonders of the wild.

Sasha entered your room in the middle of the night. She had her blanket wrapped around her as she held two mugs of tea.

She saw how you continued to study throughout the night. You’d use an oil lamp as a light source as you crammed for all the future tests and exams you were going to face.

She hated the sight of you slowly losing energy. The eyebags under your eyes intensified each day. You didn’t smile as much as you used to. You lost the energy you had when you were younger.

Yet Sasha managed to keep hers, just like you wanted.

“Tea break?” she suggested, pushing a mug into your hands, “I caught a deer today! Tomorrow, you’re eating venison - get ready!”

You shook your head in denial as you placed the mug on the table.

“I swear, Y/N,” she started, agitation clear in your voice, “I will burn all your books if you don’t stop and drink tea with me right now.”

You knew Sasha’s threatens were to be taken seriously. She seriously once burned an essay you needed to hand in the next day.

You immediately closed your book and placed the hot cup of Chamomile tea in your hands. The mug itself gave you warmth, making you sigh in content.

Sasha hopped on your bed, dropping the blanket to her sides. She closed her eyes as she brought the cup of hot tea to her nose, taking it in.

You swear that she almost looked like an angel at that moment.

Her soft locks now reached her shoulders - messy and tousled. The pale moonlight against her skin highlighted her features. The gold flecks in her eyes against the hazel shined - it even showed against the steam wafting from the cup. The scar on her left shoulder from one of her hunts showed through the almost see-through shirt, showing how strong she was as a warrior.

You smiled, leaning against your chair while taking in the beauty in front of you.

“Y/N?” Sasha called.

“Yeah?”

“When are you free?”

“I should be free by this Friday, my exams end then.”

“Oh...” she said, trailing off.

You walk to sit beside her and place your head on your shoulder. You felt her relax as he placed her head on top of yours.

“Is everything good?”

She begins rubbing her head against yours.

“I’m good. I’m just worried about the future, that’s all.”

“The world must be ending,” you joke, “You’re actually thinking ahead.”

Sasha flicked your forehead, “Stupid - of course, I need to!”

A silence formed between the two of you as you both stared at the sky from your windows. It was pitch black. Stars twinkled against the black canvas, dancing to a song only they knew. The clouds tried their best to hide the beauty of the night, but their efforts were in vain.

“I’m thinking of joining the Training Corps,” Sasha said, cutting the silence.

Your face paled.

“What?” you froze.

“I hate hiding in fear, Y/N. I hate the fact we stay hiding away from the thing that threatens our lives. We should be killing it rather than just killing animals for meat,” she said with a serious voice.

You put both of your finished mugs on the floor and grab Sasha’s hands, forcing her to face you.

“Sasha, you might die. You might never see your parents again, you might lose everything,” tears form in your eyes, “I can’t lose you, Sasha - not now, not ever.”

She smiles while wiping the formed tears in your eyes.

“Bold of you to assume I’ll die the minute I see Titans,” she says.

She pulls you out of the bed, dusting off her shirt.

“We’re going out for a while. Get ready for an adventure after so many years, Y/N L/N.”

You both snuck out of the house and got on her horse. With one nudge from her, you both rode off into the forest. Through the dark greens emerged fireflies that lit the view before you. You spotted the eventful stream, the sleeping woodland creatures and the plants that reminded you of your childhood.

You turned to face the back of Sasha, and you were in awe.

She looked exactly like how you pictured her to look.

Her dancing hair, her flowing skirt, her smile - everything - it was what you imagined.

You wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling yourself closer to you. You pressed your head against her back, earning a chuckle from the horse rider.

“You better come home to me, Sasha Braus. I will never forgive you if you don’t.”

“As if I won’t.”

She signaled the horse to stop at the willow tree you used to spend most of your childhood days at.

She gets off the horse and runs to the tree. Her fingers slowly graze the tree, reminiscing all the memories you both have made right here.

“You know,” she started, “I used to stare at you reading those books of yours under this tree. The wind would blow softly for you when you perched yourself under the tree, but the vines of leaves at its branches would move so much. It was as if they were dancing for you. Even if I brought a drink or a snack, you’d just give me your portion and continue to read those books, but when I wanted you to talk to me, you’d instantly put the book down and give all your attention to me.”

“Well,” you say, “I’d always look up once in a while and see you play with the animals in that little bush there,” you point at the bush covered by fireflies, “I’d see you try picking up squirrels and capture butterflies wondering what goes on in your head.”

You get off the horse and walk towards Sasha.

“I’ll miss this the most when I leave, I think. This small haven we made from trees will always be my first home.”

You hug Sasha from behind, gripping onto her loose shirt.

“It’s happening, isn’t it? I can’t talk you out of it, can I?” you say, sniffles stopping you from speaking clearly.

She shook her head and you sigh, feeling defeated.

“Y/N, pass those exams and get into the Royal Capital. I will enter the Military Police and I’ll meet you within Wall Sheena.”

“I’ll try to get everyone to move. Then, we all will be together again,” you say, building your resolve.

Sasha turns to face you. The minute she sees you, she begins to laugh hysterically.

“You look like a lost puppy,” she says as she touches your cheek, “I’ll miss you, Y/N.”

You press your foreheads against each other. You both instinctively close your eyes, enjoying the small moment you two were sharing.

You couldn’t imagine how your life was going to be without the bubbly presence only Sasha could give. To think there would be no more random rendezvous, no more jokes and no more stories from the girl in front of you made you feel the pain you didn’t want anyone to feel.

But you knew that Sasha had aspirations and dreams - you were in no place to stop her, even if her life was on the line.

The only thing you could do was to cherish this little moment with her before years without her begin.

Soon, a swarm of fireflies surrounded the two of you, giving you a clear view of the woman before you. The bright, flickering lights enhanced the raw beauty only Sasha exemplified. Her eyes stared into yours, begging you to say something.

It was only fair to do this now. If it didn’t happen now, you don’t know when you’ll have the chance again.

“I love you, Sasha Braus. Ever since I was kids I-”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

Your lips met under a firefly-lit forest under the willow tree in your safe haven.

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raichijin · 4 years

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⋆͛♡⋆͛ the hangover; mirio edition. ❥ a one-shot.

━━━━━ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. (tba)

preface; writing this was honestly so painful. a testatment to why i should never 1.) do collabs ever 2.) write long things. i am drained.

word count; 5k words.

starring; mirio, mina, shinsou, denki, unnamed boyfriend.

summary; after your boyfriend forgets about your anniversary, you spend some time with friends to forgive and forget about what happened. then it gets worse.

warnings; reader gets called some nasty names towards the end of the fic. watch out for that.

you were supposed to be spending this weekend with your boyfriend. at a resort, poolside, on vacation, or on a beach, or where ever he’d fancy peeling off the nice (read: expensive) swimsuit he’d gotten you for your five year anniversary.

he was kind, is kind, but not as committed to your relationship as he was to his job. not even a call as the clock struck midnight, almost an hour past your reservation, but a text the morning after with a short apology, and the sudden announcement that he’d be working late. again. you didn’t cry. wouldn’t, because shedding tears would cause a mess and a headache, and self-doubt is what’s tucking you in at night, telling you that maybe for tonight, tomorrow and the day after your feelings don’t matter.

cause his job is the one keeping you afloat. (your interest in the arts is cute, to him; like a hobby. nothing you could stay afloat with. it’s too risky, he insists, so to you, it became nothing. to others? it became offhand remarks at his high-end office parties. a joke to your in-laws. a breathed sigh of relief from your parents.) so more time is what’s best for the both of you.

that has to be it.

your friends figure out something might be wrong when you go ghost for days, bordering on a week.

you mention how it’s easy to lose track of time when you’re by yourself as you are, but they don’t buy it. say you need to loosen up, take a vacation of your own even when you say you don’t need it because you’re not working, give you sharp glares whenever you object. you don’t know why you thought you had a choice in the matter — especially when mina’s sugar mommy gives her enough money to afford 2 full suites at one of the most expensive hotels in the area.

denki also tags along, just cause, and brings his boyfriend; shinsou, with him.

if they know what’s going on, they never mention it.

and it’s a little easier to cope that way.

you dip your toes, ease yourself into the night, before you’re being pulled into the deep end and your mind’s been left at the door, but your body is having a field day.

you should’ve blacked out two margaritas ago.

you think you did.

you’re too drunk to recall all of the rash decisions you made, or whether or not you maxed your credit card, but you’ve must’ve gotten separated from your friends somewhere along the way, because when you wake up, you are distinctly not in your bed, not in a tastefully decorated room, not in a hotel.

and mina, shinsou, denki? unless they’re in the adjacent room, they’re not here with you either. you’re still in your clothes from last night. your shirt is missing a button and you don’t have your shoes on, but beyond that, you’re perfectly fine.

a scraggly bed head lies next to you, who is, notably, more nude than you are.

he has no shirt. no shoes. no pants. his blonde hair is unruly and you’re so shocked you actually start to wake up. your eyes widen and you’re sitting up so fast you’re a bit dizzy from the sudden motion.

the room is spinning and you feel sick, the headache behind your eyes making you want to grind your molars into dust. and just as quickly as you sat up, you lay back down; shaking the bed with the force. the guy next to you isn’t as heavy of a sleeper as you hoped, though. he blinks open tired eyes, showing you the most exquisite navy blue, and the little bit of drool dripping down his chin might’ve been cute if he wasn’t a complete stranger.

though you can’t stave off the creeping anxiety, the silence as he comes to his senses doesn’t feel wrong, and you’re more confused than scared.

he rubs his eyes with the heel of his palm, and gives you a criminally bright smile, and though his voice is wrecked when he says “...g’morning, sunshine.”, you doubt yours sounds much better.

the nickname makes you feel fuzzy, if only for a second.

“i, uh … good morning?” you sound awkward, but the guy manages to find humor in your predicament when he chuckles gently, sitting up without so much as a second thought. you can see more of his body when he does so, and when his hand comes up to ruffle his hair, you can catch the glint of a silver band, resting on his ring finger.

then everything clicks into place.

did you cheat? was he cheating?

all of the things you’d been beating yourself up over settle thick over top like smoke clouds and a raging fire. you feel like you’re suffocating, and don’t realize you’re freaking out until a strong hand is wrapping around yours, which, in your panic, you squeeze.

you spot a matching ring on your hand, that you know for a fact wasn’t there before,

and you think that’s when you pass out.

you wake up (again) to a room with tacky but charming decor, the smell of breakfast, and considerably less of a headache than what you started with. now more lucid, with the strength in your body to walk and think, your first priority is finding your phone. you tap your pockets, check the bedside drawer and tables, under your pillow, in the cracks of the bed, under the bed.

no cigar. you’re digging through miscellaneous memorabilia, trinkets and clothes that aren’t yours for at least a minute before the guy you were laid up in bed with comes back to just to see you picking through the corners of his bedroom, banana in hand.

he stands in the doorway and clears his throat. he has clothes on this time, pants. “you’re awake? are you feeling any better?”

you startle, straighten your back and stand upright, your arms falling to your sides. “um, kind of. i — have you seen my phone?”

he shakes his head, offers you the banana. “you should have this though! it’ll fix that hangover, i think.”

“i … thanks.” standing and eating a banana in someone else’s bedroom is certainly … a time.

“i made some breakfast,” he says when you’re halfway finished, “if you want some.” he ends with a smile, and you feel those 3 shots of serotonin go straight to your brain.

granted, you shouldn’t be that happy.

he takes the lead and turns around, leading you down a narrow hallway into a quaint kitchenette with a lovely beach view and all the good summer vibes condensed into a single, small room. it makes your heart hurt even more when you realize you have someone home, someone expecting you to come back.

to a hollow apartment, a cold bed, a lukewarm welcome.

you have to force your brain to be quiet to even hear a fraction of what blondie is saying.

“alcohol basically just dehydrates you. the potassium stops that, gets you all your minerals and stuff back. i heard it works with beer, so i was thinking it works for other stuff too!” he sounds so chipper that it brings your mood up just to hear his voice.

so bold and sure, warm and kind.

“but if it doesn’t clear up in 30 minutes, i have some advil i can give you! don’t want you having a headache all day now.” he’s sitting you down at his small table and sliding some pancakes in front of you, some orange juice. eating feels like a chore, but you know you have to, or that you should try at least.

while you push around your food, blondie chatters away, and even if you just met, he has you entranced by the way he speaks. smooth like the butter on his toast as his stories flow effortlessly into one another, how easily he can chat you up is amazing; getting you from gentle chuckles to full blown belly laughter before you can get your first bite in.

there’s lulls in the conversation if you count the moments he takes to actually eat, but he keeps you on your toes with his personal anecdotes, and questions about yourself, forcing you out of your shell, little by little.

the thought of your boyfriend pushed back into the depths of your mind.

until you broach the topic of your friends.

you learn quickly that he’s a good listener, completely silent unless prompted, asking questions or making jokes only when you’re finished speaking. when he asks, you tell him about the ones that got you here, shinsou, denki and mina.

his eyes flash momentarily, a look of recognition, or maybe understanding, passing over him. he hums gently, head swaying as he does so.

“they’re a little rough around the edges but they’re like family, you know?”

“i get what you mean. they were very nice when i met them. especially at our wedding!” he sips his coffee.

“i — are you alright? you’re choking!” that you are. the guilt you felt when you first woke up and the rising panic ram into your gut like a freight train, and suddenly, you don’t want to eat anymore.

"what do you mean we're married?" you rub small circles into your forehead as this idyllic morning goes right back to being cruel hell.

"yesterday, at the chapel," he twists his wedding ring with warm familiarity that makes your stomach churn. "i can't really believe it myself, like maybe we were meant to be? i know the universe works in strange ways like that."

you're sorry to burst his bubble, but you save the happily ever afters for fairy tales, not real life.

you pinch your forehead and heave an exasperated sigh.

"i have a boyfriend." you wrap your arms around yourself, trying to seek lost comfort. "and we don't know each other to begin with. can't even remember your name, i was so drunk."

you cradle your face in your palms, feel his stare bore into the top of your head.

"togata." you perk up.

“what?”

“my name. it’s togata. mirio togata.”

“oh.” you rub your cheeks, pull them back with the heels of your palms.

“that’s a nice name.” an uncomfortable silence washes over you both before someone speaks up. mirio.

“so what do you want to do?”

you answer a little bit too fast in response. “i don’t know. i … i should call my friends. i still need to find my phone—” you stand up, ignore the onslaught of nausea, and look around the kitchen.

“help me look? and then … and then we can figure out all the other details later.” mirio carries both your plates to the sink, and busies himself with dishes for a brief moment, allowing you to find the bathroom nook and reorient yourself. you fix yourself up a bit, straighten out your shirt and fix your hair up. no time to take a shower.

you cup a hand in front of your mouth, breathe and sniff. eugh.

“hey, uh, togata; got an extra toothbrush?” his heart might’ve lept when you called him by his given name.

“um! yeah!” rushing water obscures his voice a bit, but if he shouts he’s loud enough to hear. “check under the sink? i should have some there.”

“thanks.”

you rummage around in his cabinets, and in that time he’s managed to clean up the leftover food and put a shirt on.

your phone having gotten lost or being stolen becomes more of a possibility the longer you think about it. you doubt you came back to his house to do anything but sleep. how many places could you have dropped it? you come out of the bathroom to mirio sitting back at the kitchenette table, holding his phone in his hand.

“hey togata … do you think you can call me?”

“i mean, sure, but i don’t know if i have your number...”

your anxiety makes you a bit snippy even when you don’t mean to be rude, but you can apologize when you get your phone back. ”just give it to me then. i’ll do it.”

it rings a few times before someone picks up, which is a step up from going to voicemail, and the situation goes from okay to great when the croaky voice of shinsou answers, worn out and tired, but awake enough to make a greeting.

he says you’re not here to pick up the phone right now, you interrupt and say that this is you, and that you just borrowed togata’s phone to figure out where yours was.

“togata? who?”

“my, my um. husband.” gingerly said, you can see mirio tense up in the corner of your eye.

“oh,” someone’s snickering away from the mic. denki probably. you can’t help but roll your eyes. “mirio?” you’re upset that he can remember his name but you couldn’t. “how is he?” you shoot mirio a look, he gives you a thumbs up.

“good. so, uh, where are you guys?”

two hours away. they’re two hours away by car and mirio’s pickup truck is exactly what you’d expect from him. it’s big, beat up, it’s blue, and it’s his pride and joy, even if it’s slow to start up. if anything, it feels a bit humbling to hear the low hum of the buzzing engine. brings you back down to reality, out of the lap of luxury.

reminds you of the way mirio laughs with his whole chest. that gentle, rumbling purr.

you’re sinking into the crunchy leather seat with a groan, then a laugh from togata; to which you swat at him. you give him the address so he can set it up with his gps, and get going. he messes it up a bit and then it’s your turn to laugh, much to his displeasure. he blushes from the embarrassment, and you pat his shoulder, still chuckling. it feels natural. waking up together. having breakfast together. unofficial road trip to meet back up with your friends because you got blackout drunk and are 100 miles away.

oh, right. you sigh softly and mirio looks over, thinking to comfort you by turning on the radio, greeted by soft pop and slow guitars.

the silence carries.

fifteen minutes into the drive, he thinks to ask about your boyfriend.

“what’s he like?” togata drums his fingers on the wheel with an air of anxiety almost, though you can’t imagine why he would be — unless he thinks you won’t react well to his question. you don’t mind however, and sate his curiosity without as much as a glance.

“oh, he’s nice,” your statement lacks the enthusiasm you’d expect when someone talks about their significant other. it seems sincere, yet exhausted.

“buys me whatever i want, when i want it, loves his job to death, and … we were supposed to be celebrating our anniversary this week.” dejection is visible in the way you slouch your shoulders, interest waning. mirio can’t help but exercise a little concern, filling in the gaps while he’s at it..

“and you couldn’t, because you came here?” you shake your head.

“what? no. i came here because he was too busy, and my friends thought i could still have some fun on my own. his job is important to him.”

“and your relationship isn’t?” your eyes narrow, glaring at him from the passenger's seat.

“the fuck’s that supposed to mean mirio?”

“well, an anniversary is supposed to be more important than some job— don’t you think he should just take a day off? it wouldn’t hurt.” you lean against the car door, shoulder propping your head up as you peer out the window.

“i mean, i guess. but he’s keeping us afloat, so i can’t really complain.” togata’s eyebrows shoot up.

his tone is incredulous. “what, you don’t work?”

seeing you cringe away out of the corner of his eye is what makes him back track almost immediately.

“i’m so sorry! i’m — wow, that was completely out of line,” your embarrassment lessens when he apologizes, and you inhale sharply.

“don’t worry. it’s, it’s fine.” you can’t help the way your fingers dig into the flesh of your arm, gnawing the inside of your cheeks, afraid of getting laughed at. mirio wouldn’t laugh at you, would he?

“i, i used to make music. i was in a band in highschool, actually.” though mirio’s forced to keep his eyes on the road lest you two crash, you can see the way his smile reaches his ears, the silent ‘wow’ of awe making your cheeks heat up. high brow company doesn’t have much use for your talents unless it’s the violin, or something else that fits their lame-ass agenda. your bass chills in the back of your closet, a relic of the past, but a neat decoration.

you shake your head, too caught up in your own train of thought that you didn’t realize togata was speaking.

“i’m sorry, what’d you say?”

“oh! i was just curious, i asked if you sing?” you snort, then full on laugh, though mirio doesn’t seem to get the joke.

“oh, hell no. i don’t have the voice for it, nor the patience to do vocal training. i just played bass! thought it was easier than guitar because it only had 4 strings. i was wrong. maybe i could … show you sometime? i mean, it’s been a while, but i think i remember a few songs: have you heard of seven nation army?”

you talk with mirio about music at length, and learn that he’s a pretty big enthusiast himself and while he’s never played an instrument, he’s been interested in learning guitar. he brings up your band, and the memories of your senior year come flooding back; mina and denki convincing you to audition, your stage fright, recruitment later in spite of it.

mirio can see the stars in your eyes when you speak, speaking so animatedly with clear adoration at the topic at hand, and he starts getting a creeping suspicion that back where you’re from, you don’t get to talk about this as nearly as much as you like. he realizes in the same breath that he doesn’t mind indulging you. he participates enough so you don’t feel like you’re chatting his ear off, but quiet enough to hear you fill in the empty space.

the way your hands move as you tell stories is adorable and so is your enthusiasm, he could hear you ramble for hours and never get bored. and he nearly does, it’s been an hour and you’re still talking — but then you take a breath, and apologize for no good reason.

he squints at you, confused.

“what’re you apologizing for?”

“i’ve been talking waaaaay too much. i’ve barely heard a word out of you for the last thirty minutes!”

“i thought you were having fun! i know i liked listening. besides, it looks like that you don’t get to talk enough about the stuff you enjoy. i’m willing to listen, so talk all you want!” the assumption makes you furrow your brow, and you hate that you feel like he’s right.

your boyfriend either talks about his job, your friends, his parents, or nothing at all. no interest in music. no time for it. your friends enjoy reminiscing on occasion, but you don’t speak enough to them to get all nostalgic.

it’s … nice that he takes your feelings into consideration. you smile to yourself, saying nothing in response.

“we’re getting closer to the hotel — it’s 30 minutes away now.” it gets quiet again, before all the sounds you hear are the other cards and the slow hum of low volume music you’d forgotten about, coming from the radio. you turn towards the window to take in the scenery while mirio catches glimpses of you in his periphery, surprised at how adorable you look, doing even the most mundane of things.

mirio couldn’t remember much from the night before, well, can’t remember anything that wasn’t you. you weren’t completely out of it when you met him, but he could’ve misjudged, considering he wasn’t quite in his right mind either. didn’t know if it was the alcohol that made you so bold, but everything about you was so charming.

from something as simple as your smile to how easily you chatted him up, despite his tendency to be a tad overbearing, you would take him and his attitude in stride. running around town, dipping in and out of nightclubs with your friends close behind, getting kicked out of said clubs, dancing and laughing together in another—

he huffs, pouting to himself. your boyfriend was so damn lucky.

he steps on the gas and starts going a little faster. you don’t seem to mind.

the rest of the trip was silence, and it wasn’t until he parked and stepped out of the car and said something.

“wow.” he whistles, low and long, until you pinch his arm to stop from attract the stares of passerby. ��you guys could afford this? gosh. that’s like, three of my paychecks, maybe.” you chortled as he helped you out, quick to clear up any confusion.

“not me,” you walked in the lobby with him, going straight to the elevators after checking in with the front desk. “i could barely afford it! mina’s … uhm, girlfriend, paid for a room for all of us.” he arches a brow at the emphasis on girlfriend, but if he has any objections, he holds his peace.

“mmh. wonder what it’s like to be rich.”

you laugh as you’re carried up a few floors, specifically to the more expensive suites, at least 12 floors up. “me too dude! mina is lucky.”

you’re barely knocking on the room door before denki is throwing it open and screeching, ushering you both in. they remember mirio from last night, which is upsetting, considering they don’t remember anything else: not how you got to mirio’s house, not how they got back home. not how they found your phone in the bathroom either, apparently.

“speaking of bathrooms, i’m gonna take a shower. keep mirio company, i guess."

you have to look through your luggage for a change of clothes, and find your phone on your bed in your room, charging and you don’t think about going through it until after you’re clean.

coming back to nearly forty notifications from your boyfriend wasn’t on the agenda, and quite frankly, might’ve been a sign. some were calls but most were all lower case texts, each more foreboding than the last. holding your towel up with one hand, you scroll through your messages with the other.

what the fuck is wrong with you?

who the hell is this guy?

beneath it, a video of you and togata. your pupils dilate, and a deeply rooted sense of dread clutches your heart. it looks like a screen recording off of denki’s instagram account, of you two dancing. not overtly scandalous, but too close for comfort.

have you been cheating on me?

for how long

how desperate are you? i say i have a business trip and you take it as an excuse to slut it up somewhere else?

you’re fucking pathetic.

heart slowly sinking, threatening to beat out of your chest, you can’t find it in you to scroll through the rest. you barely have pants on before you’re calling him up, frenzied and feeling out of breath. the phone barely rings twice before you’re going to voicemail and hearing the beeping tone.

fuck. fuck fuck fuck.

you hang up, and try again.

this time, he picks up on the first dial tone.

“baby?” you nearly yell into the microphone, while the other end remains silent.

“what is it.” his voice is hollow, not even asking a question; rather making a statement. you choke on your words, are quiet for a few seconds at most before he’s barking at you. “i don’t have all day. i’m busy.”

“t-that video. it wasn’t, it wasn’t anything—” something slams in the background that makes you flinch, and he takes it as a good opportunity to cut you off.

“so the wedding wasn’t shit either? the way he was holding you, looking at you like that, like some lovesick fucking puppy?”

“w-what? what’re you talking about honey? it’s nothing like that—”

“don’t get fucking cute with me. i’ve seen the photos. that girl mina doesn’t know how to not publicize your life.” you feel like dying.

“i knew i should’ve never settled for you.”

“you don’t mean that—”

“shut the fuck up.” there’s more shuffling on his end, a deep sigh. you’re too shaken to speak. “i wasted so much on you. gave you a house, a home, just for you to repay the favor by being a two-bit whore, sit on your ass all day and complain, and waste my time with those stupid fucking hobbies of yours.” what’s more terrifying is that his voice doesn’t wane or waver. he means it.

“... honey, please. please just let me explain!” you hadn’t even noticed the tears until you’re wiping them off your cheeks, your sniffling getting louder until you’re full on sobbing.

“there’s nothing left to explain. get your shit out by tuesday. we’re done.”

the line goes dead after that.

you don’t realize how much time has passed since you went to go shower initially, only that it’s been a while, considering how urgently mina starts knocking on the door.

“baby, are you alright? you’ve been in there for half an hour!” you can’t find it in you to respond. all it results in is choking on your own words, coughing and sobbing and tears and this fucking headache.

you don’t want to be seen.

mina announces that she’s coming in, and conversation behind the door quiets down until you can’t hear it anymore. just your own thoughts. she opens it and finds you in the corner, your knees to your chest while you’re just barely dressed, hair soaking wet. crying feebly until she rushes over and asks what happened.

you show her your phone. the texts.

she wraps her arm around your back and helps you up. hands you a towel so you can finish drying yourself off, and picks out some clothes for you to wear. when she turns around, she’s greeted by the concerned faces of your friends. mirio.

her face morphs from a look of concern to pure rage.

“what the fuck!?” she all but snatches your phone away from you, to which you pull your hands back and cradle you legs again. “who the fuck does this asshole think he is?” she looks down at you just then, and sees the red in your eyes, the tear tracks that stain your cheeks and a few drops dripping off your chin. you need your help more than you need her rage and half hearted insults.

“you yelled.” shinsou states plainly. “is everything alright?” mina approaches them and ushers everyone out, closing the door, presumably to give you some privacy.

you dress slowly, the few minutes feeling like an eternity before you’re reaching for the door handle, clean and feeling like shit, for different reasons other than a hangover.

when you emerge from your room, mirio gives you a hug.

a hug that you melt into. one that you weren’t expecting but squeeze him back just as hard, tears that didn’t quite make it out seeping into the spot where you press into his shirt. his arms are comforting and strong, rubbing and patting your back gently, until the room is silent beyond your heartbeat and your sniffles, your friends milling about in the background.

“he said i have to move out.” your fingers dig into togata’s shirt. “pack up all my stuff and leave but i don’t know where i’m supposed to go—”

there’s a smaller hand patting your back when mina speaks up.

“d-don’t worry.” you can feel her hugging you too, a special warmth blooming in your chest.

“we’ll figure something out.”

while you’re leaving the hotel, mina makes a call to her girlfriend camie to explain the situation, and by the time you’re back in mirio’s pick up, she said that camie offered to rent you an apartment in her name. the earliest she can get it was by monday, so she offered to let you spend the night for a couple days as well. denki says that he and shinsou could help you with things around the house: shopping, redecorating, etc.

togata is the one who offers to help you get your stuff. you arrange the date for monday, actually exchange phone numbers, and meet up at 8.

it makes sense; his car has enough space in the back, you don’t have much of your own stuff, but you nearly regret accepting the offer in the first place. something about moving out with your … husband in tow doesn’t sit well with you. almost seems like it’s too soon.

but mirio’s charming enough to make the whole ordeal seem less like a fever dream. you’re beaming at him by the time you’re all done, laughing and smiling and so infectiously happy. by the time you both wind down you’re out of breath, wheezing in the front seats of the car.

he smiles fondly at you.

you can feel your cheeks heat as you return the sentiment.

then both of you are back on the road. the musics louder this time, and you get to show him how shitty you sing; which he insists isn’t so bad after all. it’s after twenty minutes of this that you’re suddenly struck by the irony of it all.

“i can’t believe our first date with you was me moving out of my exes apartment.” mirio chokes on his spit, cheeks bleeding red as he does a double take, eyes flitting from the road, back to you, back to the road.

“wait.”

“that was our date?”

𝔱 𝔞 𝔤 𝔩 𝔦 𝔰 𝔱 ; @mitsusuri @okayshin @tamasoft

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I've been sober for 3 months today. 92 days. 25.21% of 2021.

I could've posted more updates, more milestones (it took a LOT not to post on Day 69) but I wanted to kind of save it up for a Big Day. It was also a decent way to continue to incentivize my continued sobriety: a full pass to do a shameless, hardcore bragging sesh.

Anyway, this post comes in 2 parts: the TL;DR for those who only want the gist, then more in depth on my ability to stay sober, the lasting effects of rehab, etc.

I tried my damnedest to pare this absolute novel down, but it's long, so feel free to dip out if you just get bored. Onward!

TL;DR: I went to rehab the beginning of July for 3 weeks and haven't had a drop of alcohol since. I've lost weight, I'm more healthy, my daily anxiety level went from 8 to 2, I haven't had an anxiety attack in 3 months, and everything generally just seems... easier. My memory and concentration have improved. I've been productive and I've been meditating every day. I'm saving money, and while I sometimes fantasize about getting drunk, that's usually all it is.

Honestly, it's been much easier than I expected, but I think a lot of that is because for the first 3 weeks, the time in which I would usually break down and start drinking again when trying to get sober myself, was spent behind a locked door. So far I haven't had any days where I was close to giving in. I haven't had many days where I've been depressed about it, missing it or really tempted. Maybe 3-4. I've basically just gotten on with my life as if alcohol doesn't exist.

To wrap up the short version for those ready to peace out, I'll leave it with a bit of advice.

I don't feel qualified to give any specific advice, because my story feels very unique to me, and I honestly don't think what worked for me will work for MOST people. Sometimes people spend a year in rehab and still drive straight to the liquor store on their way home.

That said, there's one thing that I've found pretty universally true: you have to really want it. For a while, I floated about without much of a "reason" to stay sober. I don't have a spouse, kids or a job I've been fired from, so I didn't see the point.

It's taken me a while, but after not being "convinced" by a few superficial "reasons" like weight loss and saving money, I thought I needed something more... permanent? Consequential? I now realize that my "reason" for getting sober at a young age after only a few years of alcoholism is that I don't want it to get to a point where I'm hurting other people, drinking myself into multiple lasting health problems... I don't want it to become permanent or consequential.

Anyway, that's my two cents. If you do have something like kids or trouble keeping a job, definitely use that as your reason. But for anyone who's a pretty "functional" alcoholic like I was, "not letting it go on long enough to become disfunctional" is a good enough reason.

This is going to get stupid long, so feel free to walk away now, just glad you read this much and it really does mean the world when people listen to what I have to say.

Now some more things in depth. I'll go in chronological order: what made me get sober, what I took from rehab (and what I left), and how it's been the past few months.

I started drinking when I got kicked out, manic out of my mind and homeless unable to sleep. It took a while until I was able to sleep without alcohol, but by then the addict brain had taken over. I'd tried a few times to get sober myself, but I never made it more than a week without, and always got back to daily drinking after a few months maximum.

Some people need a "wake up call", a "last straw" or a "rock bottom". Something external to make them realize they can't go on as they are. For me, the catalyst was my health, which is more of an internal reason I suppose. I didn't have a heart attack or liver failure, but my anxiety was getting uncontrollable and I knew it was directly tied to my drinking.

My life had been starting to feel tolerable, and I was more financially secure than ever before. Things were looking up... except for the alcoholism. This is a weird analogy but the only one that makes sense to express why, if I was doing so well on paper, I decided to go to rehab: you have to sweep before you mop. If I hadn't been in the place I was, I don't think I would've been successful at rehab. I had to sweep up the cat turds from the floor of my life before I was able to mop up the shit stains with sobriety. I know, I'm a true wordsmith.

When I finally called the hotline that hooked me up with a bunch of different rehabs, I knew I was in for a wait. It was about 5 months from that call to checking in, which isn't too bad considering I've been on the waitlist for a neuropsychiatrist in ALL OF CANADA for 4 years.

That brings us to July 12th, Rehab Day One. I've gone in depth in multiple other posts but to touch on it briefly, if I had to describe my experience in a sentence I'd say "the place I went to got very lucky with me".

What this means is that, of the 5 people in my group, I think this exact program was only ever going to help me. At the same time, I didn't even know what I would need, but this exact program was 90% of it. I didn't think 3 weeks would be long enough, but for me it was. The hours-long, repetitive, basic-ass CBT groups held 5 times a day 7 days a week was absolute torture for everyone but myself. While it was a drag to spend an hour on defining what a cognitive distortion is, the routine and repetition, something I've never gotten out of any outpatient program, helped me to really absorb the information and let it rewire my brain.

I've always said that I'm someone who should be spending an hour a day with a therapist for the rest of my life, and while that's not even remotely feasible, this was as close as it's ever gotten, and it proved me right, because it worked. I've done biweekly therapy for a short time but even that didn't come close to the way my brain changed in those 3 short weeks.

This program required absolute commitment and open-mindedness. This isn't because it was hard work or difficult concepts, but quite the opposite. While I hate the entire concept of art therapy being used as a cure-all for mental illness, I willingly got out of my bed, went downstairs and tried doing a dot mandala for an hour because I'm willing to try anything to get better. A lot of people might think they are, but really aren't. To use the mandala as an example, one guy was really into it, I wasn't, but we both finished. The other 3 tried, messed up a few times, and then scrolled through their phones. When I say this program necessitates complete engagement, that's not a compliment. It shouldn't be a chore to engage with the program. It shouldn't take me actively saying "I know I've known this basic concept since 4th grade, but maybe hearing it again will help" to get something out of a rehab program. So again, in every way, I got lucky, and so did they.

Before I finish with the rehab section, having had a few months to reflect on the whole thing, I now have an endless list of things wrong with it. I arrived, greeted by the most jaded and disillusioned of staff, and quickly became disturbed and at points concerned with just how negligent the staff are.

Maybe it's because I've been on the psych ward where they won't even let you have shoelaces and shine a flashlight on your face every half hour through the night, but it could've been so incredibly easy to sneak in alcohol. I brought 2 full water bottles, fully expecting to have to dump them out upon arrival, but they said "nah it's fine". Is it though?

Then there were actual counsellors there who were... okay. I recall one, the one I thought was the smartest, reading a handout aloud and coming across the word "delve" as in "let's delve into..." and stumbled, then said she doesn't know that word. The room was silent. As she pulled up Google on the screen I said, "it means to dive into it". She Googled it anyway. Synonyms include "dive in". If that was the only example I wouldn't mention it, but this was the first of at least 10 words she had do Google, none past a 10th grade level, from HER OWN MATERIAL. From that point on it became clear that they had no fucking idea what they were doing.

We had one last one-on-one counselling session before we left and the counsellor just filled in boxes to questions on her computer, rephrasing everything I said to fit into the buzzwords and "lessons" we'd "learned". Example. Me: I do think I'm better able to catch myself thinking 'oh I can just have one drink' and say 'no I can't'." Her: "Okay, so would you say that you can recognize negative cognitive distortions like permission-giving thoughts and counter them with a more rational and less emotional mind?" Like girl, blink twice if your boss is holding your family hostage. She gave me some papers, detailing all the online courses they were signing me up for and options for more treatment they'd be sending me, a phone number to call and a phone appointment for the next Monday. I never got that call, the phone number is a hotline, I never got a single email from them, and given how shitty they really are at their jobs, I didn't feel the inclination to try and get those resources. If they even exist in the first place.

In summation, it was a place where it was physically impossible to get alcohol. That's really all I can say in its favor. Oh, and they let you have your cell phone.

Now on our timeline I'm back home. I want to kind of analyze why it's been easy for me.

I often said that my main goal of going to rehab was to lock me away from alcohol long enough for it to reset my brain. Most people thought that was naïve, but that's exactly what happened. But I'm well aware that my experience of "instantly became sober and literally hasn't had a single hard day in 3 months" is absurdly unusual.

I put this down to a few things. Firstly, I'm on seven different meds for my mental health. Almost all of them have their effects dulled or even eliminated when you drink. So when I noticed my mood, fatigue, memory, concentration etc all getting better at once - right about as I left rehab, I don't think it would be a stretch to say that all those meds started working properly.

Secondly, I've been keeping myself busy, but that's something I've always been good at. Now I specifically choose to undertake projects that will eat up a lot my time and put me in a state of flow. I recently made an entire card game from scratch, and let me tell you, I didn't think of alcohol for a week.

Thirdly, my other goals now get in the way of alcohol. I'm getting old and my body is deteriorating. But I've always wanted to do just one last season of gymnastics. Well, I need to lose weight for that to happen. I've already lost 35 pounds, and after another 20 I'll be ready to go. Also, I used to spend more on alcohol per month than rent. Even though I've done a few shopping sprees lately, I haven't come remotely close to how much I was spending before.

I want it more than anything. I want to be sober more than I want one night of "fun" that will more likely than not lead me back to where I was a year ago. I never want to need anything as much as I needed alcohol.

Lastly, just a few more random thoughts.

A lot of people, myself included, worried about the fact that I work at a bar as a cook, but honestly the entire time I'm there I'm thinking about food, not alcohol. If I'm hanging out with some regulars before/after, I can watch them drink and be perfectly fine with my coffee, because the coffee is $2, and I used to spend $20 after every work shift.

I also decided in rehab to start taking better care of myself as best I could. This started with getting my second vax which I'd been putting off, then an eye appointment, then new glasses, then a dentist appointment where I was informed I need to do $3000 worth of work on my implant that's erroding my bone matter, so that sucks, but I caught it early. I've also been meditating every day. In just 3 months, I've made pretty big improvements to my self-care and my daily routine.

One of my fears about sobriety was "missing out" on "having fun". A few days ago, all my housemates got together to play Mario Party, and it was kind of my first night doing something social while sober. It was a breath of fresh air - I wasn't constantly running to piss, I didn't worry about running out of alcohol, I didn't get sloppy and obnoxious as I can sometimes do. I even came very very close to winning my first game of MP. When I reflected on the night, I realized that, if I'd been getting drunk the whole time, I would've sucked at the minigames, been a hindrance to anyone unfortunate enough to be teamed with me, and likely would've stopped caring about the game itself after the first few turns.

Yesterday I was making my 4th pot of coffee of the day when I realized there was a full glass of wine just sitting on the counter. I had absolutely no idea where the hell it came from - nobody in my house drinks wine. I shrugged and poured that sweet sweet bean juice. It was only when I sat down and took a sip of coffee did I find myself thinking automatically, "this tastes so much better than wine". I only realized then that it had been rose wine, the only kind I've ever been able to tolerate. It was the ultimate moment of possible temptation, and the thought of just chugging that glass - as I may've done in the past - didn't even cross my mind.

I'm so glad to be where I am. I'm about to undergo some serious financial changes - i.e. going absolutely broke - but drinking isn't gonna help that, so I'm cautiously optimistic.

Stay Greater, Flamingos.

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