#It's almost 2 am and I slept for maybe 5 hours last night and I'm bout to do it again

[kaye-go-moo]

I did another thing because I have no self-control, and I think I got what you were putting down @void-dude ... maybe.

Also, I can't be serious because angst makes me sad 👍

I forgot Tads Tie 🙂🔫

[memberment]

GOOD MORNING EVERYONE

So the Trinitarians brain worm is back and Morning Glory is now longer and biting the dust as far as my focus goes.

But like, I genuinely want to talk to anyone who's invested in what's to come as far as part two goes. SO PLEASE. I IMPLORE THE FOUR OF YOU WHO PERPETUALLY TAKE NOTICE OF MY SCREAMS INTO THE VOID.

We're all aware that Trin is a time loop fic. That is confirmed.

BUT THE PROBLEM IS HOW I'M GOING ABOUT DOING THAT. AND I NEED INPUT FROM PEOPLE THAT ARE NOT ME AS FAR AS PLEASES AND SPARKLES GO, YES?

Because like sure I'm writing it and like fuck everything else, let me tell my story. But it's the how of it all like if I'm gonna throw another 200 give or take hours into this I would at least like one person to be having a wonderful time drinking and driving (I have since remembered this is not a common phrase, I do not mean this in a literal sense, it's an expression) with me right?

Part two is going to be 50 chapters, give or take. (Part one is about 37 for reference.)

So the plan for part 2 rn is (ROGUHLY):

(1-10) is the second timeline. There are a lot of importants and I cannot just glaze over it all more than that. But we're also working in a bit of a shorter time period than the original events of the story and introductions do not need to happen again, right?

(11-40)ish would be me running through the next timelines in a set up structure -> what changes -> the results of said changes and then inevitably what sends our looper backwards. It wouldn't be running through all the timelines but the more notable ones in kind of a four chapter structure, I am not fully sold on four, but rough estimate yk.

And then 41-50 would be the finale of part two. It's literally the last timeline in its glory and then the epilogue which kicks off part three.

COULD AT LEAST ONE OF Y'ALL SIT THROUGH THAT OR DO YOU GUYS HAVE ANY NOTES AT ALL BECAUSE LIKE

I personally kinda like it but if not a soul is reading this I am throwing myself on the curb with the rest of the garbage LMFAOOO.

I NEED THOUGHTS. OPINIONS. COMMENTS. CONCERNS. ANYTHING.

Anyways, I'm going to work. I have off tomorrow and I broke the ff investment seal for today so insanity and updates will be here tonight and homework will be tomorrow.

HOPE EVERYONE HAS A GOOD DAY <3

(9:30) I am literally falling asleep as I lazily write this angel based on Danse Macabre. Expect all of maybe one more update tonight if the tacos I am abt to receive don't wake me up LMFAO.

Also, I am almost saddened by not having something to post tm. Anyone want an early chapter of something that isn't Genesis/Desolation bc they're both on Monday?????? (I am feeling like a menace rn)

(10:19) tacos and the absolute yap session I just had did wake me up a bit. MAAAYBE might write some more. Idk I slept like three hours last night and went to work I'm kinda dead. But we're at 98.2k!!!!!!🥳

(11:06) okay we made it to 99.6k everything besides the flashback for 31 is done. I'm about to relax and watch something and figure out mechanics of some of this because god this series is A BEAST. Like, I still have six planned chapters left.

Pure insanity. I love it here. I hate it here.

Holy shit wait I just came to the realization that I started this fic exactly one month ago. I have belted out 99.6k for THIS FIC ALONE. (Moreso if we're including future shit that hasn't happened yet)

IN ONE MONTH.

THAT IS FUCKING CRAZY WHAT HTE FUCK LMFAOOOO

I may or may not be cooking we’ll find out in 6-26 business hours

(5:28) So I just had a very interesting past few business hours. I read a fic I've been waiting ever so patiently to finish. That's cool, right. I go for a walk at 4 in the morning because I'm insane. Fantastic. I get home at five and I'm like ohhhh well what do I do now it's not sleep time yet. Oh write I'm supposed to be drawing.

Nope I reread the epilogue of morning glory and realized Tweek's first address is for my morning glory and Craig's last sign off is your morning glory and now I'm ready to throw myself on the curb with the garbage as I sob. Someone call a trusted adult for me thanks.

[glazedsnail]

Fanbased Fiction Time

We're almost there peeps.

I've gotta say I've not written in 1st person in years (maybe since I was like 15 and writing Twilight derivative stuff cause that's all we were doing at the time). I'm not particularly enjoying it that much?! Like how am I supposed to know stuff? She's clearly as dumb as I am that's the blind leading the blind. She needs a bloody narrator.

(I get back to 3rd person in the next parts 👉👈Not a spoiler, unless?)

Anyway.

ShanexOCFarmer (♀️) 18+ / swear words/substance misuse/explicit/suicide ideation/mention of abuse

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7

we're cute as heck omg

That's for illustration purposes only and it helps me recognises each parts/posts cause words are scary I need visuals. I have a vague idea of what Fern looks like and it's not that.

It's like I'm hiding a picture of my family while you read through the book at waterstones or something.

‘Fern, it’s Harvey. I’ll just check on your obs…. Oh for the love of…’

I lazily open my eyes, comfortably nestled in a warmth I don’t recognise, drooling on a green slowly snoring pillow.

‘Haa!’ I scream.

‘What the!’ Shane screams

Harvey very audibly sighs, rubbing his eyes under his glasses sitting on his displeased face.

‘So, all my talks about needing some rest, no, nothing fell in your ear Fern’

‘We did sleep.’

‘Are those your pants on the floor?’

I bite my lip, trying not to laugh. We’re two teenagers caught using our parents’ bed. Except dad is our age, we’re all in our thirties, and I’m recovering from blood loss.

‘I’ll let you…get decent. I’ll make some coffee.’

He swiftly disappears behind the curtain. We laugh awkwardly. 

‘Sorry I got you in trouble.’ Shane says, climbing down the bed to grab his discarded clothes.

‘Seems trouble got into me.’ I reply. ‘I could’ve slept forever in…’ I blush, awfully embarrassed ‘your arms’ I eventually say, twisting my fingers.

I don’t know why I’m so flustered. We’ve seen each other in far worse situations than this by now.

He sits back down on the bed, putting on his shoes. ‘Yeah I… I s’ppose it was nice having you in my arms.’

He’s embarrassed too.

The unsaid is heavily floating above our heads. I can tell it will fall on us like a storm.

I need to know about what he said to Marnie. I have to tell him about what Marnie  said. I want to be fully honest with him, and receive his honesty back.

What the fuck are we. What the hell can we be. Would “we” ever be a thing anyway. 

He puts his hand on mine. Thoughts are racing behind his eyes too. 

‘Fern’

‘How do you take your coffee again Fern?’

Harvey comes back in the room at such a predictable moment I’m amazed we’re not all getting cut by a Hallmark advert.

‘Uh. Just milk, thank you.’

He hands Shane a cup of black coffee, gives me mine, and sits down on the chair next to the bed.

‘So’ he starts. ‘I assume Emily was unavailable for deliveries last night.’ He opens the box resting on the bedside table and loudly tuts. ‘You’ve barely eaten anything! Even when I made sure to get your favourite. Fern, please. You need to take your health seriously. If you don’t want to take it from me as a doctor at least take it from me as a friend, alright?’

I nod.

‘I’m sorry, Harvey. I’ll take that home and have some rest.’

‘I’m afraid that’ll need to wait. You should be off to Zuzu city in a couple of hours. I sent all the details last night, they should be expecting you.’

I try to hide a sigh.I can barely afford the MRI let alone the trips to and back from a city I despise.

‘I can drive you there.’

We both turn to Shane who’s been silently sipping on his coffee. ‘That’s very thoughtful of you, Shane.’

I, however, am conflicted.

‘What about work?’

‘Ah who cares. It’s not like Morris can replace me anyway’ he snarkily laughs.

‘What about Marnie?’

‘What about Marnie?’ he asks back, puzzled.

She’s against the very idea of “us”, what if she learns that Shane ditched work to drive me to the city? Everything makes me lean towards her being right.

‘N-nothing.’ I say instead.

Uncomfortable silence falls on us three.

Harvey clears his throat.

‘Well, it’s settled then. I’ll take your observation before releasing you.’

Shane places his empty cup on the bedside table.

‘I can quickly run to your farm to feed the animals and grab you some clothes.’

I look up at him with wet eyes. The way he seems to care hurts me to no end knowing I will have to let him go.

He starts to lean towards me but quickly recovers, clears his throat, and leaves the room.

I’m fidgeting on my coffee cup.

‘So’ Harvey starts, doctor voice away ‘ Shane, heh?’

‘Y-yeah… Who would have thought.’

‘It doesn’t really come as a surprise to me. You have always been attracted to a little bit of challenge.’

‘What?’

‘Remember back in the city. I think it was just a few months before I left for Pelican Town actually. You were trying quite hard to get the attention of the weed girl from the floor above ours.’

‘Excuse you, she thought she could FIX ME.’ 

He laughs.

‘In any case, at that time you were both disasters.’

‘You can say that again.’ I sigh. ‘Do you think that’s what… draw me to Shane?’ 

‘Well, Fern, you know what they say.’ He takes his glasses off to remove a smudge.

‘Yeah, yeah. Misery loves company. I’ve heard that one. But it’s not.. It’s not the way I feel about him. I don’t want or need to wallow in our personal grief. I want to make him happy. To make us happy, in an ideal world.’

He puts back his clean glasses atop his nose.

‘What makes you think it’s different?’

‘Because I don’t… Because I’ll know to let him go if he can be happier without me. Which can just be the time.’

Harvey’s moustache slumps in a pout.

‘I’m sorry Fern. I obviously don’t know the true nature of your relationship. And I’ve not known Shane for that long but he seems to genuinely care. I’ve tried to get him to care about his health for months now!’

He laughs, his face contorted in a sympathetic grimace. 

‘Now, I really need that data before I can let you leave.’

‘Just waiting on your clothes then you’re ready to go.’ Says Harvey, folding his stethoscope back in his visit bag. I stand up from the bed, feeling a cold breeze on my bare back.

‘Was the hospital gown really necessary?’ I ask, backing against the white wall, leaning on it.

‘Do you want the doctor’s answer or the friend’s one?’

I shrug

‘Well’ he continues ‘you do know what happens to most people when they pass out.’ 

‘Oh.’

‘More details?’ 

‘No, you’re revolting, shut up!’

We laugh. It feels good and simple. I swallow with difficulty and take a deep breath. ‘Harvey, I, herm. Could you… could you please keep what happened this morning, Shane and I, between us?’

‘Doctor’s confidentiality.’ He says in a warm smile.

I extend my arms for a hug.

‘Thank you.’

We fail to hear the door as Shane appears and hands me a bundle of clothes.

‘There you go.’

I thank him fondly. Harvey leaves us and I start dressing up.

‘How are my hens?’

‘They’re fine.’

‘What about my sheep? The lamb’s called Yarnball. She must have been hiding from you, she’s a bit shy.’

‘Yeah, they’re fine too.’

‘Sorry for the state of my house. Probably dried blood everywhere, and some critters who thought they found a good place for the night.’

He only grumbles.

‘You ready? Car’s waiting.’

‘Shane, are you ok?’

‘I’m fine.’

He heads out without a word. I’m worried he got into a shouting match with Marnie. It’s already starting. I knew I couldn’t count on Shane’s fashion sense but I’m amazed at how he managed to bring the worst of my wardrobe. My own fault for owning those I suppose.

I lift my brown rigged velvet trousers and tuck the yellow checkered shirt in. I could slap myself, they actually work together. ‘Thank you Harvey, I’ll be expecting your bill in the mail.’

‘And I’ll be expecting your spotty payment’ he answers with a finger gun.

I hop on the passenger’s seat of the old truck Shane has running. He barely leaves me close the door that we’re off. I look at him. He’s focusing on the road, brows furiously furrowed, clenching his jaw, shaking his head every now and then as if in the middle of an argument. The wind from the open window plays with his messy hair.

‘Is that Marnie’s truck?’

No answers.

‘How’s Marnie? And Jas?’

‘Didn’t see ‘em’

‘Oh.’

I’m confused.

‘Shane, if it’s too much of a bother to drive me to the city I can find another way and… Shane for fuck’s sake that was a stop sign!’ 

He stays silent and I suddenly feel terribly uncomfortable. 

After a short while he pulls out a pack of cigarettes.

‘You smoke?’

He doesn’t answer, swiftly letting out his first drag, throwing the pack in the middle seat.

‘I’ll just help myself then. If you do mind, you’ll have to speak to me.’

He scoffs and hands me the lighter. Haven’t had a cigarette in years but, heh, it’s like riding a bike.

I wind down the window and watch the landscape blurily pass by, slowly enjoying the painful drags burning my throat. I quickly become dizzy. There was a time when smoking was my sole breakfast and I was energised for the day. The empty inhaled smoke screams in my bare belly. ‘Do you want to grab a bite in the city?’

‘You don’t need to pretend I’m pleasant company, Fern.’

‘Well right now we can’t say that you are.’ 

He laughs, flicks his cigarette butt and tries to blindly find the pack. I grab it before he can reach it.

‘What’s gotten into you Shane?’

‘Let’s just drive in silence, ok?’

I lean back on the seat, feet up the dashboard, slowly smoking, reverting back to a moody teenager. Well he’s the one acting like a jerk. If he didn’t speak to Marnie why did he come back in such a rotten state of mind? Did he lie to me? 

‘You really didn’t see Marnie at all?’

‘What’s with you and my aunt?’ He snaps

‘I’m trying to understand is all.’

‘There’s nothing to understand, nothing at all.’

‘Ok, I know this is a lie.’

I see him grasp the wheel firmly, his knuckles turning white. 

‘Shane I’m sorry but… I really don’t feel comfortable being in the car with you right now. If you don’t speak to me I’d rather you let me off…’

He takes a deep breath, and exhales between his teeth. 

‘I heard you.’ He starts.

‘When?’

‘No it’s stupid, forget about it.’

‘Shane, please…’

I slowly stumble across the truck bench, trying to reach him. I put my hand on his, on the gear. He quickly removes it and puts it on the wheel.

‘Fine. Be that way.’

I shuffle back on my seat.

After an eternity of silence we arrive in the city. I only stayed a couple of years in Zuzu city, in the midst of always moving all over the place. That’s where I lived in the same building as Harvey, back then. If we knew at the time we’d meet again in such a small place that is Pelican Town.  I’m grateful for the farm, which has been my only constant in life now. A good homestead to have.

I jump out of the truck and stretch before turning to Shane.

‘You know, if you want to drive back, I’m not stopping you. I’ll find my own way home.’

‘Yeah I’m sure you’d like that.’

‘Excuse me?

‘I heard you ask Harvey, no, beg him, to keep “us” a secret.’

My eyes open wide.

‘No, no that’s not what I meant at all. I just didn’t want Marnie to’

‘What’s your deal with my damn aunt? Maybe you should just leave us alone.’

I look down, not knowing what to say, probably at Shane’s relief, for once. Marnie’s words brewed in my head for hours, with each hour clarifying the mixture, making me see that, indeed, she was right. I’m heartbroken.

‘Maybe I should.’ I say in a whisper.

‘I hope I was a nice distraction from whatever’s happening in your twisted mind.’

‘I’m sorry.’ My voice is so low that I’m not even sure he can hear me. I remember wanting to tell him I love him, so many times. I should have. He keeps talking to me, gesturing slowly, obviously hurt. But all I can hear is a distant buzz.

[justanotherpitstop11]

Promises we keep (Part 2 for TWOF)

A few people asked me to write a part 2 for The weekend of firsts (and I also wanted to), so here's a short sequel. (Hopefully more is coming) 🤗 I'm sorry you had to wait for this so long, but I'm really busy in real life so I hope you will like it. 😊 I'm grateful for your comments and feedbacks. ❤

Summary: You and Checo are both feeling something for each other, and it became obvious after his first win where he was flirting with you and offered you to celebrate together. ;)

Pairing: Checo Perez x Reader

Warnings: none, maybe just broken english and lame jokes

You almost haven't slept a minute after that conversation with Checo, you were thinking about how bad you wanted to be with him last night.

You haven't checked your phone the whole night on purpose because you know you would see some posts from him from the party and you didn't want to feel more bad than you already did. You tried to sleep but failed at every attempt, so you were just staring at the ceiling, listened to music, watched some TV but none of these prevented you from thinking.

The sun was rising and you were sitting alone in your bed thinking about when did you fall for him this hard? Of course you felt that something is off and he meant to you much more than the other drivers but it just worsened after he was flirting with you in the last two interviews. So that's it? A few nice words and you are all over the place?

You were confused as hell.

You also promised him, that you will send him your number, and you talked about a possible celebration of his first win, but you became uncertain if that is a good idea at all.

You grabbed you phone and looked at it for a while. After a loud sigh you unlocked it, and saw a bunch of insta notifications.

What the hell?

You opened it and saw that there were messages from him.

11 PM: "Hey, I just want you to remind you for our little agreement. ;) Don't forget to send your number, I'll call you tomorrow. Sweet dreams and good night. :)"

Why is he so sweet.

Another message said:

1:15 AM: "You should be here with me. 🥺 Can't wait for tomorrow. 😊"

How I wish I would be there.

3:24 AM: "Are you awake? Can i takl to you?"

3:42 AM: "Sry I dont wnat to be too much, nevemrind. Cant wait to see ya."

Okay, so he was drunk as hell. Understandable.

He really deserved to loosen up a bit and have a great party with his team. Maybe it's for the better that you were not there, because it seems he already thought about you a lot more than you expected, and you didn't want to take his focus from the more important things.

You were looking at his texts and couldn't believe that he really felt that way, but you also wanted to be careful because he was obviously drunk so maybe this wasn't that serious.

You scrolled through your feed, seeing photos from last night, a lot of drivers were posting from different parties, and of course you saw a few pics about him, and if you wouldn't be dissapointed already for not being there, you were now because he looked so handsome and hot in his jeans and his white shirt unbuttoned on top...

Those photos made you feel in a certain way, maybe those encouraged you to finally text him at 5 AM.

"Hey! Saw that it was a pretty good party last night. Hope you had fun, but reading your texts I'm sure you did... 😁 I'm sorry for not being there, but I made a promise, so here's my number:

Get some rest and talk to you later :)"

...

After you sent him the text you fell asleep immediately for a few hours, which was good news given that you had only one day before you have to get back to work.

You woke up around 11 AM, and you immediately checked your phone but there was nothing special except some messages from your best friend.

He's probably sleeping, he had a rough night.

You tried to not to be impatient or anything like that but you were still confused about this whole thing between the two of you so you at least wanted to discuss this situation with him.

It was 3 PM already and you decided to pack your stuff for tomorrow's flight when your phone rang. Your heart skipped a beat and suddenly you realised that you were just standing there not doing anything. You quickly picked up your phone and answered the call from the unknown number.

"It's Y/N speaking."

"Hi Y/N, do I have to introduce myself also?"

Okay, it's him, his voice sounds tired but you loved it and he's already messing with you. Just chill.

"Well, maybe, you never know what kind of stranger has your number." You made a joke to calm yourself first and he chuckled, so it worked for him too.

"Yeah I wanted to tell that you should be careful who you give your number to. Maybe some hungover guy who sent you embarrasing texts last night will try to convince you to meet him."

Am I ready to meet him? I already feel like a teenager.

"That would be awful, can you help me to avoid that guy?"

"Let's see what we can do... I will ask you to come with me for a dinner before he finds you and asks you, so you can get rid of him. What do you think?"

He's a real player.

"Hmm, let me think about this for a minute."

"Be quick that guy is really determined."

I can't with him.

"Okay, you convinced me."

"Great, I'll pick you up at 7 PM, is that right for you?"

"Perfect. And thank you for saving me."

"It's my pleasure. You can thank me later in person."

Oh god.

"See you then. Bye."

"Bye Y/N."

As you hung up you immediately started to plan what to wear like you didn't want him to take it off of you as soon as possible...

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

The great regular sleep experiment of 2024 part "I think I'm fucked"

Well, I went to be around 8pm, slept what felt like a decent 4 hours, started having weird vivid dreams that happen when I'm done getting restful sleep, and then when I got up and looked at the clock it was only 11:30, after laying around in bed for a while trying to go back to sleep.

So one REM cycle... 2 hours -ish

The weird things are that:

It did actually feel like restful sleep, even if my body is sore

I feel perfectly alert

If I was hyperthyroid enough to cause this level of insomnia, I'd be having extreme cardiac symptoms all day even before what covid did to my heart and that isn't happening [not that I am getting zero chest pains]. I'm running a little hot and hungry but not even problematically asides from it contributing maybe to not sleeping.

I'm not having to force myself awake anymore except occasionally just after 5 am during grocery time

I am not getting the extra *symptoms* insomnia usually comes with anymore, I would actually not realize I wasn't sleeping if I wasn't paying attention to the clock, currently [and maybe the sleep headache thing].

So unless I slept from 8pm on the 10th until past 11 on the 11th without noticing... I am getting what feels like actually restful sleep for at least 2 REM cycles per day, one in the morning, and one at night... But ONLY that much. And my morning shift is fucked up now too when it was stable.

The 6th weird thing is while I am sore in a way I would compare to doing crossfit face-first... I am not nearly as sore and not at all sleepy, compare to what I should be for sleeping less than 4 hours per day.

Usually this level of mental alertness on this little sleep is what happens when I take certain anti-depression meds and metabolize them weird. And -regardless of how it's happened- usually comes with something akin to mania, that has had me misdiagnosed as bipolar or manic depressive before [before they acknowledged the upswings were too slow, stable, and lasted months at a time and were my thyroid]. But like, I do not feel manic, or like I am acting or communicating in a way people would describe that way, and I always could before, I could feel it happening to me, feel the nervous energy and how fast I was talking etc...

Like I managed to make myself do chores almost every day without it being a struggle like usual to get started. Sometimes it doesn't even feel like I am forcing myself to do them.

And you might be thinking "well maybe it's the extra caffeine from the coke you've been drinking" NO! I ran out of the cherry cola 10 days after I did groceries!

The only thing from them that could still be in my system is phosphorus from the phosphoric acid. [coke brand cola is actually the cheapest way for me to even get bio-available phosphorus in my diet, so I am hopping we don't need another boycott, because supplements do not work the same way, and they and pork are expensive AF]

And as much as I have been trying to add a second cup of tea to my day I keep forgetting about it long enough that I am averaging closer to 1.2 bags of tea per day.

Which leads me to the only convincing theory, to me, right now, that I was low key "treating" insomnia by being at least somewhat phosphorus deficient most of the time, and that's why drinking coke would have me feeling more energetic for days at a time after the caffeine should have worn off [but ONLY coke brand coke], and this might only be possible because -in theory- part of my chronic fatigue could be that I'm one of the people who has a really hard time making Adenosine back into ATP, and needs extra phosphorus to make sure I am doing it as best I can.

The only hiccup in that theory is i think you mostly convert Adenosine back into ATP in your sleep, but I am getting 4 hours that feel actually restful for once, and I am unclear on whether your body also does this at a certain level of rest, even while awake.

This *could**** mean that drinking cola more regularly would mean having the energy to at least keep on top of housework without feeling like I have to force myself to do it every day. This sleep experiment may have inadvertently confirmed THAT suspicion beyond a doubt. It would of course be super helpful to have a doctor willing to IMMEDIATELY check my thyroid and ATP levels on request the moment I request it, so I can confirm things like this.

And I do think eating more ground beef is helping my iron levels.

But the problem is I need to sleep more than this. If I was feeling awake and alert off 8 hours I wouldn't question it... But this is 2 hours at a time twice a day at best. I'm not having terrors, or sleep adjacent hallucinations at present or "mis-seeing" things out of the corner of my eyes or anything... Which is great, because usually those symptoms would be more... Insistent for a lot longer... but I HAVE to doubt my judgement and ability to form memories properly on less than 4 hours of sleep per day, and I am starting to get a persistent headache threatening to be a migraine -and fairly constant tinnitus- that haven't been even this bad since I was last employed.

The fact that -at present- I mostly just feel pain/ache in my face and muscles as the only symptom of sleep deprivation doesn't mean I am not sleep deprived, and this isn't sustainable for someone with CFS... Usually any time this has carried on for any reason, there's a crash at some point and it's nasty.

In the meantime I AM going to be using this as best I can to get on top of housework and settling in, and getting things arranged and out of boxes... Because taking advantage of these upswings was how I was managing that kind of "catching up" for years before I stopped getting them. Is that ADVISABLE? WHO KNOWS!

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Sleeping issues, tw cptsd, (not sa) sexual stuff, panic attacks.

Hey, I have sleeping issues due to hypervigilance from my cptsd. They are mainly (1) that I have a very light sleep and wake up a hundred of times at night. I don't remember all of them but some. It became very clear when I was in hospital a few years ago and whenever someone came checking on me, I sat upright. They tried meds on me but they either didn't work or I slept for the next 48h. So they gave up (they assumed it was a temporary issue). (2) I can't sleep if I am not deadly tired. I will lay around useless and annoyed, waiting to finally fall asleep. Sometimes I chose to do that, if the bed is cozy, my boyfriend asleep and I am just fine enjoying the atmosphere until I can finally fall asleep. So it is not a "I expect it won't work so it won't work" self-fullfiling prophecy. Most days I just stay awake till 3am. (3) I need ages to wake up. I usually sleep 8-9h and wake up (and can't go back to sleep again). I will need almost an hour until I have gathered the energy, to put up my phone and scroll on tumblr, another hour until I drag my body to the couch and maybe after 3 hours or more I can pick up my sewing stuff and be at least a little bit useful. After 4 or 5 hours I am able to go to the kitchen and make breakfast. I hate it!

And recurring issues are, that I get panic attacks at night (which I believe are the worst because I can't process that it is just a panic attack and mix dream and "sensation of panic") and that I have nightmares. I usually dream very strongly, I occasionally can shape parts of my dreams, I remember a lot of it, after I wake up. Sometimes... A bit of a dream stucks during the day. One time I dreamt of some... Secret operation idk and there was a global issue we had to solve and I came to the solution. And all day I was half-dissociated because my brain was playing the scene, where I told the others the solution, over and over but I didn't remember what the solution was (granted, I also didn't remember what the issue was). Like, when you have a song stuck in your head and because you forgot one line it just repeats from the last chorus again, over and over. But with dissociation.

Lately I'm having a lot of dreams with sexual content. I am asexual due to trauma. It was always pretty similar, there is some male (not always the same) series character and I initiate sexual actions. Which is... confusing. Like, I have zero interest in it in real life and I am very repelled from sexual stuff, it's always combined with a lot of guilt so... It's not super comfortable to have those dreams. Plus I feel shitty because I can't have sex with my boyfriend but dream a lot about it with some serie character like?? It feels unfair to him, I know that's bullshit, but still.

What I can find online, put your phone aside before bed, drink a tea before bed blabla, isn't the solution to trauma issues. Do you have any solutions? From what I read, sleeping issues aren't uncommon amongst people with (c)ptsd,  but I couldn't find any solving ideas online...

Hi anon,

I'm so sorry to hear about what's been going on lately.

As someone with (presumably complex) PTSD, I resonate with the sleeping problems you're describing (also with the caedosexuality). Honestly I think this is a little more complicated than a sort of home remedy - if you don't already have a therapist, I think it would be helpful to talk about these symptoms with one and perhaps get to the root of why these things are flaring up.

In my experience, I was at one point prescribed Prazosin for my nightmares. It's not FDA-approved, but it's said to help with PTSD-related sleep disturbances. It honestly wasn't helpful for me, but I understand that everyone reacts differently to medication. So if you have a therapist, psychiatrist, or GP, I would also suggest talking to them about this medication and if it would be compatible for you. Any other suggestions are welcomed!

I genuinely hope that your sleep improves on all fronts, and I hope I could help answer your questions at least a little bit. Please know you're not alone in this experience, and do let us know if you need anything in the future!

-Bun

[josad-irl]

My burden and well maybe first and last post

welp, worth a try

Hi, I'm "J", 23 yo.

Guess this might be worth a try since I'm running out of options.

Background info: I have heavy depression, and got diagnosed with multiple personality disorder with a strong tendency towards BPD (Borderline). I never had consistent suicidal thoughts. They came impulsive during high trigger situations a few times.

Just half a year ago I had the best time of my life. I was clean from my 1 1/2 year long addiction to drugs. I had the best gf I could have ever wished for. I had fun at Uni. I had good friends. I was happy. Or so I thought. My BPD kept making the relationship go into a crisis. My gf had ADHD and quiet-borderline was to be diagnosed. But I never found out til this day if she actually has it. Well, now I don't have a gf, lost most of my friends, my heavy depression is back and either my emotions aren't available for weeks or they come back like a train hitting me straight on and make me cry and brake down into panic attacks multiple times daily. I can't sleep. I don't feel happiness. I cannot enjoy a single thing. I either eat too much at once or not at all. After the break up I got sent into a prison-like psychiatric clinic for 3 nights. It was the worst time of my life. I never before have truly felt the way I did back then. That is almost 3 months ago now. Afterwards got a place in a clinic for mental health which was rlly nice tbh. I had a nice room. Nice ppl. Got a nice therapist. After a few weeks therapy finally started to help and I felt emotionally more stable after my 2 months stay. Now I am "free" again. Two weeks have passed. I can't stop thinking about my ex and the friends who were in the same circle. They all keep in contact with her, but they never once came to visit me or texted me during my stay in the clinic. Not once. In two months. I had to text them. Now they all barely answer to my texts. I do still have some rlly good friends left. But somehow I can't get over the things I have lost. And I am still desperately in love with my ex partner. She was the best person I have ever met. But she has blocked me everywhere. My emotions were gone for the last 2 weeks of my stay in the clinic. They came back a week ago. Well rather they came back on my birthday. When the hope had rissen up that my ex would text me. But no, nothing. During my stay in the clinic we had an on/off thing. We met, we slept with each other. But suddenly she cut me off completely saying it over for ever. She realised we weren't good for each other and that was it. Well, my opinion was that we could heal through therapeutic help and try it again. But she never answer to that. That was the moment I went into shock and kinda lost all my emotions. As I said, these came back on my bday. Especially the last hour of it. I had a huge panic attack and a gigantic borderline trigger, where it felt like i was going insane. I tried to desperately contact her. But she blocked me off even in the last possible way I had to get into contact. She saw my calls, but she cut them off. That was it. My emotions finally got broken. Now i am sitting here and contemplating if its worth living, when my only two choices are being emotionally unavailable and basically just acting under a facade or to be emotionally broken and depressed to an extent where I am pretty close to taking my own life. I tried before but got stopped. I think this might be the time where I'll get it over with. Well. If neither a clinic, nor meds, nor my mum and not even my good friends can stop me from feeling and thinking this way...who can? Will this ever stop? I have been depressive for years. 4, maybe 5 years. My BPD is hindering my emotional stability. I don't know what to do. I think live is beautiful. And I know people can heal. I know time can heal. I know I should just cut contact and concentrate on the things I have. I learned so much in the clinic. I know others would take this opportunity to heal. Other ppl are strong. But I don't think I can. I am scared of myself. I am scared of rejection. I am scared of what anyone says. I am scared of what anyone thinks. I am scared of what I think. I am scared of what I can do. I am scared of what I could become. I am scared. I am broken. My trust is broken. My emotions are broken. And I have seen better days in these dark times. But they were always overshadowed. I give up. Maybe. Well....

"X", I love you. I hope you are able to heal. I hope you got the help you needed. I hope you will find the happiness that you deserve. You were the first person in my life that I could be myself around completely. The first person I ever truly loved. You helped me through heavy depression, addiction and pain. Now I hope you get the help you need and never have to feel the way I did or now do. I wish you all the best.

To anyone reading this: I hope your are having it better than me. I know this sounds weird for me to say, but... if your are going through somethings, ask for help. Someone will help. There is nothing more important than your mental health. I wish you all the best of luck in whatever challenges your are facing <3

If this isn't my last post, then something must have happened and well..I'll post an update then.

Maybe goodbye, maybe not.

J

[nathank77]

8/20/24

8:59 a.m

My insomnia was a bitch last night. I had to double up for the first time in 2 days. I'm willing to tonight after putting in much effort but the following day I'm SOL I won't raise my tolerance. It'll come down to weed tomorrow worse case.

I fell asleep by 1 a.m... it's really getting to me.

Let's go over my potential subclinical hyperthyroidism symptoms:

1) Insomnia....

I dont think there are others...

-muscles twitching: seems directly related to metopolol and have seemed to slow down and almost stop since stopping the meds.

-pooping: has went back to 2-3× a day. The 5 times that one day was directly linked to having over 39 grams of fiber in one day.

- Sweating/Heat intolerance: Not suffering from those.

-Heart Rate: Seems to be within normal range.

- Frequent Urination: I mean I drink a lot of fluids. It can easily be the explanation. Before bed I drink a cup of tea with my cigarettes.

-weight loss: my caloric in-take is low. I would be losing weight like a mother fucker if I was hyper.

-Anxiety: well I mean insomnia triggers me so much it's always extreme.. and okay so my thyroid nodules gave me anxiety randomly last night. Maybe we can say my anxiety is worse..... but idk it could also be that I care about myself and my sister had thyroid cancer and I didn't want to process that my thyroid grew another nodule despite it being smaller. And of course, my thyroid is of major interest to me atm bc of being sub clinically hyper..

- Appetite: I've had a slight increase in appetite but it seems normal. Every 4-6 hours. When I was hyper I was hungry every 2 hours... now I just feel hungry when I think a normal human body should.

Okay moving forward from that:

- is xanax losing its effectiveness? I don't think so but it crosses my mind.. yet some nights it works fine.

- or is my anxiety bad right now and it's keeping me from falling asleep quickly..

- is it the game I play before bedtime. It's fun it's call ice age adventure. Elise if you're here idk if your kids are too old to enjoy it but I think it's super fun and cute and they may love it. Nonetheless it's bright. And I play right before solitaire. It could be effecting it.

circadian rhythm: is it being effected by multiple nights of falling asleep later due to insomnia despite all the efforts I make to keep it so I can fall asleep by 11:30 p.m..

- then I think a wild thought what if my body is like if we don't sleep he will give us more? I mean it seems stupid cause it knows damn well that sure 2 days in a row I will but day 3 you're fucked. I'll make you pull an all nighter. I'm keeping my circadian rhythm I'll throw myself in the attic at 2 a.m if you won't sleep.

Gaming isn't a factor I haven't been gaming all my youtube videos are a week or 2 old being posted on a schedule.

Yesterday I had one red bull at 8 a.m. I had my v8 energy drinks too but stopped them at 2 p.m....

I mean I have had more tv time. But I mean of course I have. I'm running through my list of things to do and 90% of it at this rate costs me money I don't have so I can only do so much.

- bo4 hardcore barebones starts today. I have therapy and a physical. And I'm doing laundry so I can't really enjoy it today but starting tomorrow I'm going to be all in, I set up my week so I can enjoy it for as many days as possible. Although I have to go grocery shopping tomorrow.

- I am worried about money. Idk.

I suppose if I struggle tonight and tomorrow I'm going to do Methimazole everyday bc at that point I can't find another cause but it seems weird that it could be related to subclinical hyperthyroidism when I slept when I was hyper.

I don't think xanax is losing its effectiveness

I actually think my circadian rhythm has been thrown off too many nights in a row and maybe my tv is still a little too loud. If I turn it down anymore- the voice is going to be all i hear....

Maybe I can try being scared on YouTube on my tv with a sleep timer. His voice is low. And now my mental pictures are all sorts of normal and weird and I have control of them.

But yea I'm feeling hopeless. I'd rather follow my Dr original advice...but at some point as I take out the potential other causes it might be the only factor.

I think trying a lower TV show might be helpful. American dad has a lot of singing and screaming. It could be disrupting my ability to fall asleep or stay asleep. Technically I could be falling asleep quickly and waking up minutes later bc of a loud sound....

Or maybe it's just my circadian rhythm being thrown off. IDFK but I'm weighting every potential cause.

[dopaminergicaddictions]

2/28/2024

12:55 a.m

I met with the psychiatrist and she completely wasted my time. She was pushing antipsychotics and anticholinergics as well as antidepressants. I told her I wasn't depressed. I told her that my hallucination was getting better by the month/week. Even if the progress is minimal. Its still a huge difference from the beginning and even December. I feel like since I've been on methimazole it's better slowly getting better.

Idk if methimazole will fix it but I explained to her that it has for one patient. She didn't seem to care she just kept saying you're not willing to take what I'm willing to percribe. Then she asked me if I wanted her to send in a Xanax script. I declined cause that'll mess up my entire script with prohealth and then they won't perscibe me it.

I was and am fucking pissed bc I wasted one of my 3 appts this week talking to her to have her open up old wounds and not listen to a word I was saying... she didn't care that psychosis actually does stop one day and that I said I can manage my symptoms and they are improving.

She even went to ask me what my birth gender was 3 times. It could have been shock as I pass extremely well but she asked me my deadname which is Tran 101 never do it... so yea it went horribly...

Now I called 2 other psychiatrist and left messages telling them politely but firmly I'm not taking antipsychotics, anticholinergics or antidepressants and if they won't replace Xanax with a comparable benzodiazepine to not bother calling me back. I explained that I saw a psychiatrist and that's why I didn't hit them back up, but she wasted my time and if they are going to do the same thing I'd rather just attend my talk therapy sessions and stay with my PCP.

I doubt they'll call back but I got to be firm bc it was a waste of my time and I lost a session with Erin this week bc of it. Beyond that I didn't get what I wanted and my tongue is never going to get better. I can't get prohealth to give me something comparable to Xanax 1 mg... but at least they are reliable and I get it when I need it and she will percribe it to me forever so long as I don't ask for more or a higher dose which I won't cause I don't need it. Unfortunately my black hairy tongue will never heal.

Hopefully one of the places I called will treat me for insomnia the primary and only reason I am seeking a psychiatrist... I might hit up a sleep specialist. So long as I don't accept a prescription, I won't lost prohealths prescription..

I am worried that if one of them do call they'll give me one of the better insomnia benzos and then try to force me on antipsychotics and anticholinergics or try to switch it for trazadone. Maybe my tongue doesn't matter. I mean it does but sleeping is pivotal for my recovery. It won't actually stop me from hallucinating at all but if I don't sleep I can get sleep deprivation psychosis. I could be hallucinating for the next 7 years with 7 hours of sleep a night... that's the thing but sleep is still important. I won't recover bc of it but I won't kill myself if I can sleep every night and I'm continue to fight.

The voice bringing up Kristen last night really fucked with me. This psychiatrist really pissed me off cause I could have gotten something out of Erin. Not meds but someone who wasn't needlessly cruel and useless.

I hope one of them contact me and say yea benzos are used for insomnia so of course we will perscribe you one. If they don't i guess I'm going to lie to a few new psychiatrists and say my symptoms are almost completely resolved. I'm going to say I hear happy birthday 3-5 times a day since methimazole. And since February the frequency dropped down significantly but those 3 days without Xanax I only slept 4 hours on the 48 hour mark.

Unfortunately when you have psychosis every doctor in America would rather treat your hallucination than look at another alignment as something separate. She kept yammering on about treating the primary cause...

I've always had issue sleeping. I took benadryl and used weed for years... once the weed was gone it got awful. So the primary issue is separate from the hallucination. It doesn't fucking help but it also isn't the primary problem. The primary problem is i need a insomnia drug aka a benzodiazepine to help me fall asleep and stay asleep.

So I'll just lie and say I'm recovering very quickly. How can they say take an antipsychotics and anticholinergic if I only hallucinate 5 times a day... some might still push but that's the thing. My next few emails I won't even bring up the word psychosis or hallucination. If they ask questions about depression or suicide I'll say never. I'll write in caps I won't take antidepressants. I fucking can't stand that antidepressants are the fucking bandaid for all psychological issues. I don't even have depression.

My mood is low cause I hallucinate constantly but depressed? I think not. My gaming channel and my motivation to keep it updated and my love for myself. My constant ruthless struggle says otherwise. It's normal to feel less happy when you're being tortured by a hallucination...

Either way I'm either going to lie to these two places or hit up new psychiatrists for a change from Xanax to another one. If that doesn't work Maybe I'll try a slept specialist. If that doesn't work I'll stay with Julia. Maybe a reliable sleep specialist will be better. Psychiatrists are notiously unreliable. They are notoriously trying to get you on as many psych meds as they can.

If I let this stupid bitch do what she wanted she would have gave me Xanax prob once. And Gave me antipsychotics, anticholinergics and antidepressants. That's the fucked part and I would have lost my script to prohealth.

I'm sick of fighting doctors just for the ability sleep. A sleep specialist may be the best route but idk if they will give me a benzo either they are last resort...

The dumb bitch was totally fine trying to get me on sedative hypnotics though, you know the drug that ruins your sleep cycles permanently and makes you hallucinate..and give you night terrors and make you sleep walk!

It's so fucked that doctors would rather endanger you than give you a fucking benzodiazepine for sleep. I'm thankful for Prohealth but I wish she would switch it for temazepam 15 mg but there is nothing i can do. At least they didn't force me to jump up to sedative hypnotics when I refused antidepressants.

Anyways I went to the support group today it was nice talking to people. They said I should lie to get what I needed to put myself first.

The hallucination seems a little less intrusive today. We will see if that continues its hard to describe something with no volume level that is nearly constant.

The issue with lying is I got to keep my story straight for my endo. My pcp. And my psychiatrist or sleep specialist when the times comes...

I can be honest with my therapists at least but I hope it doesn't bite me in the ass I doubt it will though.

Insomnia can be a fucking separate issue from hallucinations.. also I can ask them to not report the frequency at least...

It drives me crazy that doctors treat me differently. Yea i have psychosis but i only have one symptom. Beyond that it really is improving. Not as much as I'm going to lie about but it is drastically improving. At least from the start point.

My focus level matters more and more. I was masterbating and it was oddly silent eveytime I thought about it though it was reactivated which is why when I report Kristen It's pertinent to bring up ocd voices. Im not the only person in the group who thinks about it and makes it happen. It's just part of it..

I've been trying to cope with Kristen cause I was closing my eyes too long last night and when the voice said it it effected me bc of microsleep.... that's the problem...

I can't report her until I can handle the outcome of her potentially losing nothing and my suffering being nothing more than a slap on the hand... I can't do it while I'm hallucinating at this frequency bc it will crush me. I actually have to wait until it's either completely gone or so infrequent that it isn't really a thing but the issue is I'm scared if I do it even when it's infrequent it will like reactivate it.

At least if I stop hallucinating I can handle the outcome bc my hallucination has ended.

I know it's not depression with psychotic features. I know it's not schizophrenia or schizoaffective or schizotypal. I know I don't have bipolar- speaking of this bitch was so fixated on do you experience mood swings it was ridiculous. She wanted to drug the fuck out of me. No I don't have mood swings.. but either way I know it's not borderline either.

It's very obviously psychosis. Yet I cannot handle my mood plumet if Kristen gets a slap on the wrist. While I struggle to sleep, and survive every single day. Depression isn't going to develop but what if Kristen gets away with it and I get depressed about it and it makes it even slightly worse..... that's the problem.

I guess she's going to get paid for a while for being negligent. I could win the case but it's not in my hands.

So I'm just going to start closing my eyes for 5 minutes at a time before max effectiveness and play solitaire until I fight my eyes... I'm going to take a 1 mg tonight at 5 and close my eyes at 7 a.m. I'll try in little intervals before 7...

[noodlingchopsticks]

Just my daily ramblings again..

Well, I have been doing great especially with my sleep schedule. I may be finally fixing it. Last night I slept really well, and I slept more than 8 hours I think. Not straight though, since I slept around 2 pm yesterday til 5 pm. Then slept at 7 pm last night, and woke up around 4 am. All good, right? I'm freaking out! After all those months of struggling with my sleep, I can't believe there's still hope of it being fixed while I'm yet to start work, and reclaim a routine for myself again.

Lately, I'm proud of myself that I have been educating myself about certain happenings in the past and in the present. Wow, ain't that vague? HAHAHAHA But yeah, I've been watching some videos to inform myself about situations I wish I had known back then. I won't say that I already have an in-depth knowledge about them; still in the surface level truth be told; however, I am making progress. I also want to work on making this a habit.

These days, it's hard to pick a side. It's no longer safe to assume absolute good of anything. To be fair on both sides, you need to dig really deep or at least visit both side's backyard. You can't be hasty with a decision, because people find it easy now to dismiss you, or worse, cancel you. Even at a seeming good cause, people who disagree with your opinion or stand will just quickly oust you of their "circle", without even bothering with having a discourse with you, and without even at least attempting to educate you about why their point of view is worth considering and making a stand to.

Such is the condition these days. It seems natural that people can gang up on you, especially on social media. Say something incorrect, expose your flaw, and you're done forever.

I probably am almost guilty, if not by behavior then by thought. I have to catch myself wandering to the dangerous zone of morally blacklisting people as if I'm standing on a higher ground. I pass quick judgements often so as forgetting the other person behind each little chunk of story. My, it's a reminder to give a benefit of a doubt to someone. I owe everyone the chance of proving themselves as multi-dimensional person. It doesn't mean I can't say it if I feel like something's off or wrong, but branding a person as absolutely no good isn't a judgement I can pass on a fellow human being.

I'm also flawed, very much so.

There goes.. Enough of my ramblings. Though I wasn't able to be specific this time, I hope that someday I'll find the avenue as well as the purpose to bare them skeleton and flesh despite the possible embarrassment, and fear that comes with nakedness of mind. I hope I can be completely fine with being misunderstood, silly or even judged. I'm not sure if that'll ever happen. Maybe I can at least dare to give it a try, and taste truth and freedom in one sip.

[carronpatrick]

Y'all. Dumb life update thing below cut.

Mom had brain surgery and has had a helacious stay in Neuro ICU, and I FINALLY got her home today, then we had to immediately rush to the vet for my baby boy for an emergency. I have started my bleeding through the cycle PCOS bullshit which comes with horrible (can't move and almost pass out horrible) cramps and terrible depressive and anxiety episodes.

I have slept maybe 7 hours since Tuesday night... I have to monitor Mom for possible bleeding out from her 2 incisions into her arteries (and she's on blood thinners, so a bleed could be fatal), have to monitor Trooper for possible seizures or vomiting or aspirating, plus his breathing and heart beat... I'm fighting not being able to take very important medicine for the last 2 days on top of the pcos bullshit... I am absolutely just fucking fried, man. I am too soft for all the chaos. I just need to sit with my stuffies, cuddle my honey, and sleep for 5 days.

[bobaandasiandramas]

What's this? An update in the middle of the day? That's because I wrote until 2 AM and decided to go to sleep instead of posting. I hope everyone likes this chapter because I'm most excited to start the next one already. Thank you for reading.

THE TRUTH UNTOLD

Pairings: Lee Rang x F. OC

Rating: M+

Trigger Warnings for this chapter: nothing that I can think of

Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

When Eun-ji opened her eyes the first time it was still dark in the room. She must have rolled away from Lee Rang because now she was facing the night stand. Red blurry numbers glared at her from the clock but she didn’t bother trying to read and process them. Instead she was more aware of the comforting weight that circled around her waist and the warm body she was pressed against.

She blinked a few times while soaking in the moment of contentment. She imagined that she had never felt more comfortable in her life. Her eyes felt heavy so she closed them as scents of sandalwood and cedar helped her drift back to sleep. 

The second time Eun-ji opened her eyes there was the start of daylight entering the room. At some point she rolled over again as her head was now resting on the right side of Lee Rang's chest while her hand rested on the left. Her legs were tangled up with his and his one arm had kept her pressed against him. She didn't feel the need to rush and get up. In fact she wanted to stay like that for hours. 

She thought about everything that had happened over the past three days, still trying to understand how everything in her life went so crazy so fast. It dawned on her, about fifteen minutes into her thoughts, that she was due back to work this morning. With great reluctance, she shifted and pulled herself up to hover over the man next to her. She should let him sleep but she also hated the idea of leaving for work without saying good morning to him. 

Her hand left his chest and brushed through his hair, she wasn't surprised at how soft it was. She did this a few more times, being slow and gentle before whispering his name gently. “Lee Rang…” 

His response was a sudden deep inhale of air before releasing a soft groan from his throat. His eyes opened slowly and caught hers before widening slightly at her form over his. He recovered quickly though. 

"Good morning Lee Rang. I hope you slept well." She pulled her hand away and sat back giving him room to sit up if he wished. "I have work today and need to leave soon. I wanted to thank you for last night. I didn't feel comfortable leaving before at least greeting you for the day."

At first he didn't say anything, just watched her while he tried to wake himself up. He felt comfortable and maybe a little tired still. He watched her play with her hands in her lap while she spoke to him. After a moment he greeted her back. "Morning wolf. How did you sleep?" 

She looked at him as her heart skipped a beat. His voice was thick with sleepiness and it made her feel warm inside. "Oh, I slept pretty well, thanks to you." She nervously chuckled before moving off the bed, deciding to avoid looking at him any more. She made her way to the dresser and started pulling out her clothes for work. "I'm gonna get changed." She stated before slipping into the bathroom. 

After she closed the door she rested against it, hand held to her heart. She didn't understand why she felt the way she was - it was almost like she had a crush. Her eyes widened at the thought. 'No, it couldn't possibly be like that. Lee Rang saved me. I feel comfortable and maybe a little overwhelmed by how much Yuri and him have helped. It wasn't anything like that at all. I'm just grateful for him. ' She shook her head and started getting ready for the day. 

Meanwhile, Lee Rang still laid in the bed, staring at the ceiling. He thought about the night, how scared she was, the kiss she pressed to his neck and how quick she calmed down with him. During the night she had rolled away from him but only moments later she was whimpering in her sleep. He wrapped his arms about her and whispered in her ear. 'Easy wolf, I'm right here. No need to be scared now.' She had settled quickly after that. 

Another moment in the night she rolled back to face him. He looked at her and laid flat on his back before wrapping his arm around her and pulled her body to his. He was content when she nuzzled into him immediately, hugging onto him like they had shared a sleep space for years.

The bathroom door opened and he looked over to see Eun-ji stepping out. Her make up was done but he could still see the slight bruising on her face - he wondered if he was just more sensitive to it because he knew it was there. Next his eyes scanned her outfit up and down. "Hm? Where do you work? I realized I've never asked that."

She was dressed in a set of black scrubs and her hair was up in a bun. "Oh, I work at a veterinary office. I'm a Veterinary Nurse." She smiled at him. 

"Hm. That for some reason doesn't surprise me." 

"I'll take that as a compliment." She smiled and looked over at the clock. "Oh, I'll be late." She grabbed her phone from the night stand and turned to the man in the bed. "I'll be back late. Probably not until after dinner. Have a good day." She touched his cheek gently, her thumb skimming under his eye. Her eyes found his dark ones, the moment felt almost intimate and her cheeks felt heated. "You should sleep more, you still look tired."

He smirked at her before holding his hand out to her and she looked confused. "Your phone." He stated before it was slowly given to him. He pressed a few buttons while talking to her. "I expect you to just give me updates. Especially if anything happens. I mean anything. That bastard shows his face and you call me immediately. I'll be there in no time." He handed her phone back to her. "You now have my number and I sent a message to my phone, so now I have yours. Have a good day, Wolf."

****

The walk to work wasn't too bad, there was just a slight chill in the morning air. The route from Lee Rang's home to work was pretty decent. She found a coffee shop that she would be passing by. The scent of coffee beans filled the air in front of the shop. However, she was not in the mood for coffee so she decided not to stop today. 

All in all the walk was just around eighteen mins. From Kyong's place to work was about a forty five minute walk, so this was much nicer. It was something she could get used to. She shook her head, she shouldn’t get used to it - she wasn’t staying forever. 

Once Eun-ji entered the hospital her boss, Goo Shin-Joo, rushed over to her.  She gave him a smile and greeted him. “I’m sorry to have worried you, Shin-Joo. I will make up for the hours I missed.”

“Nonsense, Eun-ji, I’m not punishing you for having a few hard personal days.” He gently grabbed her hands and examined her bruised wrists that she tried to pull away from him. “What happened?” He was gentle as his fingers danced across her skin.

Eun-ji looked down at the floor, she felt shameful for how Kyong had treated her and didn’t want her boss to see how pitiful she was. “It’s nothing.” She tried to pull away again, hoping he would drop the subject.

“You know - you’re not very good at lying.” A second voice spoke from across the room. 

The wolf looked over at the other male. “Oh, hello Lee Yeon.” She grew a little more tense at his presence. There was nothing wrong with Lee Yeon, in fact he was extremely nice but something about him always made her feel on edge. She always caught him staring at her with calculating eyes and he was always questioning her about her life - like he was prying for answers she didn’t have. She always felt guilty for feeling wary of him. “I didn’t see you there.” She watched him come closer to her, each step he took made her want to step back but she stood her ground. 

“You must have too much on your mind.” He stated as he took her wrist from Shin-Joo. Gently, he inspected the damaged skin, slowly rotating her wrist over to see that the bruises circled all the way around. He frowned. “This isn’t nothing Mae Eun-ji. This is from someone grabbing your wrists too hard. So, what happened?”

“No-nothing. Seriously -”

His other hand came up and touched her chin as he turned her head slightly. “And I assume this is nothing too.” His eyes stared at the bruise that barely showed under her concealer. 

“Oh no, Eun-ji…” Shin-Goo frowned from behind his friend. He hadn’t even noticed the mark on the female’s face. He knew that at times when Eun-ji was tested to the limits she could be feisty - but he had never known for her to get into physical fights. 

She felt the tears start to fill her eyes to the brim and she bit her lower lip as she felt a small whimper get caught in her throat. Her eyes flickered back and forth between the two men as she finally pulled her wrist away. Her feet moved slowly back away from them as she shook her head. “It’s nothing.” If her body language wasn’t already a dead give away it would have been her voice - which cracked with her words. 

“Eun-ji, please - if someone is hurting you let us know. We can’t help if you don’t tell us.” Shin-Joo spoke almost pleadingly as he took two steps forward. “We just want to keep you safe.”

She looked at Shin-Joo and couldn’t help but feel guilty. He was so kind and caring - how could she try to lie to him? Her arms hugged herself as she looked down to the floor and she nodded her head slowly. “Okay…” The response was a whisper but she could see both men relax slightly at her cooperation. “Would it be okay if we sit down?” 

Shin-Joo nodded and gestured to the couch even though the female knew where it was located. Without asking he went to grab her a glass of water, just in case before joining her on the cushions, pressing the glass to her hands. 

The wolf didn’t sip from the glass but she did stare at it, her fingers tightened her grip on it slightly. A deep breath entered her lungs before she started. Her story started just where her night went wrong with Kyong who accused her of being ‘late’ from work. She told them of how his tune changed rather quickly as he suggested dinner and the walk they took toward the dark alleyway. As she approached the fact that he attempted to sell her, she could see both men tense in her peripheral vision. 

She got emotional when she talked about the thugs’ plans for her and their rough treatment right before she was saved by two people. With each word she spoke she could feel the anger in the air around her. “That’s really it.” 

“I - I can’t believe Kyong did that to you.” Shin-Joo stated, anger was heavy in his words. “I know you guys would argue sometimes - but for him to do…. To do THAT.” He growled through his teeth. “ I could fight him myself.” 

“Truthfully,” She paused, cringing on herself - knowing the next words would make both men most likely mad at her. “He hasn’t been the nicest for a long time.” She confessed. 

Lee Yeon looked at her. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean this is the worst thing he has done  - but the mental attacks and some minor pushing along with some slaps here and there have been the norm for a while now.”

Shin-Joo placed a hand on her shoulder gently so as to not startle her. “Please, Mae Eun-ji, tell me you’re not still staying with him.”

Lee Yeon tensed at the very thought of it. “I can let you stay with me.”

She immediately shook her head no. “Ah, thank you for the offer but I’m okay. I’ve been staying with some friends until I can find a place to live. I’ll actually be looking for something during the lunch break.”

Lee Yeon looked at her, looking for any tell that she was lying so she wouldn't be a 'burden' on them. “Truthfully?” 

She nodded her head. “Yes, I promise. I won’t be going back there. Honestly, I don’t think my friend would let me anyway.” She imagined Lee Rang's dark eyes staring into her soul if she even suggested the idea of returning to Kyong. 

The men were content with this. “Very well, we don’t have a lot of appointments, we can keep it on a light schedule for today.”

“That’s not necessary -”

“Lee Yeon, let me know how today goes."

Lee Yeon nodded as he straightened his clothes. "Yes, I'll let you know what happens with Granny." He turned to Eun-ji. "Take it easy today. Don't forget my offer stands if you need it. Anytime."

Eun-ji nodded and bowed slightly. "Thank you Lee Yeon." She already knew that she wouldn’t be taking that offer up - not even if Lee Rang kicked her out of the house tonight. Her spirits dropped at the thought. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Lee Yeon - but he was so intense, she didn’t think she could handle it. She watched the two men discuss something short at the front door before she turned her attention to the appointment charts for the day.

***

Eun-ji sat at the front desk with a cup of hot tea next to her. She had not packed anything for lunch and also didn’t feel like running out anywhere to pick something up. All of her free time she needed to look for an apartment. As much as she enjoyed spending time with Lee Rang and Ki Yuri - she didn’t want to be a burden longer than she needed to be. She was sure Yuri would want her room back eventually. 

Again the thought made her a little sad - but she knew she could always get together with them and hang out. She pushed the negative thoughts away and pulled up zigbang on her phone to find a rental. 

Shin-Joo watched her from across the room, her whimsical ears and tail were visible to him as her emotions ranged all over the place. He wasn’t sure when they stopped trying so hard to find her true identity but it definitely went to the side after Lee Yeon met Nam Ji-Ah. Shin-Joo thought back to when he first met the wolf: 

It was mid June, the hospital was slow for the day. It made perfect sense as it was raining harshly outside. Shin-Joo was just sitting on the couch drinking a cup of tea while waiting. Lee Yeon was due to show up soon, the older fox was on the hunt of a particular vixen who had been evading him. 

The front door opened, catching his attention as a female stepped in quickly, closing up her umbrella and resting it against the wall so it could drip on the mat. She fixed her hair, trying to smooth down the wind blown look and turned her attention towards the center of the room. 

He took one look at her and quickly stood up in shock. Her whimsical ears and tail were faint but he could make them out just fine. There was a wolf in his hospital. A wolf. No one had seen one in years, especially not in a city such as this. "Uh, how can I help you?" 

"Hello," she greeted him with a soft smile and walked closer. "I'm hoping you might be able to help. I was wondering if you were possibly hiring for any positions?" 

He was frozen in shock for a minute. A wolf wanted to work with him? "I - I kind of work by myself." He never thought of hiring anyone before. 

"Oh, okay." 

He watched her ears droop and her tail tuck down. 

"I hate to ask, but can I stay until the rain lightens a bit?" 

She was going to leave? Wow, he really messed up, being in front of a wolf for the first time was both an honor and a horror to him. 

"Oh, wait - I just…  the job." He took in a deep breath as he watched her watching him. "Sorry, let me start that again. I normally run everything by myself but I never thought of hiring someone." He motioned to the couch. "Please. Let's talk." 

She took a seat, her ears and tail fully fading away just as they started to perk up again. 

"Tell me about yourself. What skills do you have with animals? Which forest are you from?" 

She froze for a moment, biting her lower lip. "I'm Mae Eun-ji. Um, I don't know what you mean by forest - I'm from here in the city - at least that I know of. I actually don't know why I thought this was a good idea. I have no prior work history that I know of. I can't even give you a proper ID in order to work." She felt like an idiot. 

"The truth is, I don't remember anything from before about two years ago. My boyfriend found me. He brought me to a hospital and helped me file a report for a 'found person' with the police. He invited me into his home and helped me stay afloat. I know he works a lot and I just wanted to help bring some food to the table."

"You lost your memory?" 

"Yeah, at times it sucks." She sighed and twisted her fingers together. "Sorry to waste your time."

"What?" He looked at her. "You didn't waste my time. How about this: I will give you a job here and we will work together to see what skills you have or don't have?"

“What? Really?” She bounced in her seat a little with excitement. Her smile stretched across her face as he nodded his head at her. “Thank you so much. I promise to work very hard sa-jang-nim.”

He didn’t have any appointments while she was there - the rain keeping clients away. Instead he showed her the chart system he was using and where medications were located. They spoke of what her schedule would be like and he had her write down some of her information just so he had something on file for her. 

She was thanking him again for giving her a job when the door opened, signaling that someone had walked in. Her body tensed up as Lee Yeon walked into the office, his strong aura carrying his confidence across the lobby. She visibly shrunk back and watched him carefully. 

‘Is a wolf scared of a fox? How interesting.’ Shin-Joo thought to himself. “Welcome Lee Yeon, please meet Mae Eun-ji. She will be starting as my assistant next week.” He turned slightly to the female. “Mae Eun-ji, this is my good friend Lee Yeon. You might see him from time to time in the office.”

She nodded her head and bowed to the fox. “Very nice to meet you.” She stood straight again before excusing herself. “I need to head home now. I’ll be in touch soon.” She flittered past Lee Yeon and grabbed her umbrella quickly, not even opening it before dashing into the drizzling rain. 

The older fox looked at him and raised a questioning brow. 

“I’ll tell you all about it.” 

Once Eun-ji started working with him, they hit it off right away  - becoming decent friends fast. He would ask her questions about anything she could remember, which was nothing but sometimes Lee Yeon would observe her and try to get his own answers. 

Even Taluipa didn’t have any answers for them about who Eun-ji was. Instead she just suggested that Lee Yeon stop dallying and continue on the wanted lists. 

***

Eun-ji waved to Shin-Joo through the windows as she headed out for the day. He had originally wanted to walk her back to her friend's house but she declined saying she would be fine. After a long back and forth about the topic and a promise to text when she got home, he reluctantly let her go without him. She felt lucky to have people care about her - she had even text Lee Rang about half an hour ago letting him know her shift was ending soon and she’d be back in a little while. 

She was walking past the coffee shop when she sighed, thankfully work wasn’t too busy but she didn’t strike any luck finding a rental that was a reasonable price near her job. She didn’t want to be in the same apartment complex as Kyong and she didn’t really want to walk that distance again. Thinking of her ex left a bad taste in her mouth and she felt hyper aware of her surroundings. What if he was nearby? He knew where she worked. He could easily come for her and take revenge for whatever Lee Rang did to him. 

“Wolf?” 

The voice was velvet to her ears, causing her whole body to relax as she looked up ahead of her. There he was standing in the middle of the sidewalk looking at her. “Lee Rang.” She spoke softly before taking a few bouncy steps toward him. “What are you doing out here?” She asked as she stopped in front of him. 

“I came to get you. You sent me a text a while ago and I really didn’t think I should have you walk home alone during the night.”

“Thank you, you didn’t need to do that.”

“Of course I did, darling. I need to make sure you get home safely. Yuri would agree with me.” He replied as they slowly started walking back toward the direction of his house. “Did you eat dinner yet?” 

“I did. My boss ordered food for us after getting annoyed with me for not eating lunch.” She rolled her eyes as she remembered her boss not letting her argue with him that she would be fine. 

“Why didn’t you eat lunch?” The fox sounded a little authoritative. 

She shyly looked down at her feet. “I was looking for a place to rent.” 

It was quiet between the two of them. Too quiet. She felt her anxiety start up, her thoughts jumbling in her head on how to apologize to him. 

“Is it that bad staying at my place?” He finally asked, his voice not as warm as normal. 

A small gasp escaped her lips and she grabbed his wrist, stopping the two of them from walking any farther. He looked up at her - his eyes darker than ever. She gulped, her skin heating as her anxiety was racing over her body. “No.” She felt horrible. “It’s great at your home. I’m so thankful for Yuri and you. The hospitality you have given me is more than what I deserve. I have no way of repaying the debt I owe you. I don’t want to abuse your kindness. It wouldn’t be fair to Yuri or you, especially you, if I stay.” She was rambling her thoughts in rapid fire. 

Fingers caught under her chin making her look up at him and silencing her in the process. “I won’t say this more than I need to. Understand this sweetheart: You. Are. Not . A. Burden. If I didn’t want you there I would have never had you stay.”

Was he moving closer? Was she moving closer? She wasn’t sure but his breath tickled her face a little. His sandalwood scent filled her nose and calmed her. His wrist fell from her grip and he moved to place it on the small of her back, guiding her toward his home again. Tension left her shoulders under his touch. “Sorry, Lee Rang. Thank you for everything - I will be more mindful of what I am doing.” 

He nodded his head. “Alright sweetheart, let’s just get home.” 

***

Upon arriving home Eun-ji realized it was just the two of them again tonight. She excused herself to her room to get changed into comfortable clothes. As she entered the room she noticed a few bags on the bed but chose to ignore them, figuring Yuri probably went shopping today and forgot to put things away. The wolf slipped into the bathroom to get cleaned and changed. 

To her surprise Lee Rang was lounging on the bed when she came back out. He was playing a game on his phone, his eyes moving off the screen immediately as she walked out. He placed the phone down and turned his attention to the bags on the bed. “These are for you. I wasn’t sure which ones you would like so I bought a bunch.”

Eun-ji peaked into the bags and found blankets. So many blankets. 

He smirked at her confusion. Of course she wouldn’t understand the real reason for all the blankets just yet. She will learn once they figure out who she really is and all of her memories are found by someone. It came to his thoughts that morning that wolves felt most comfortable in a den of a sort with a nesting bed where they could feel safe. She didn’t need to know that yet and he had a feeling her instincts would take over anyway. 

“I noticed that you seem to have a hard time sleeping at night. While I don’t mind lying down with you, I know there are some nights that I won’t be able to do so.” He started to help her take the blankets out of the bags. “So, I figured the best way to help you stay comfortable during the night is to get a bunch of blankets.” He opened up a very fuzzy deep red one and pressed it against his face and neck, pretending that he enjoyed the softness of it when he was really placing his scent on it for her.  “Personally, I think this one is the best one.” He passed the blanket to her, his hands brushing hers slightly. 

She dragged the blanket to her face like he had and rubbed it on her cheek. “Oh, this one is nice.” She felt a cozy warmth climb over her as she nuzzled into the fabric content to already smell sandalwood on it. She offered a smile as her eyes found his. “Thank you Lee Rang.”

He smiled back. “Don’t just thank me . It was Yuri’s idea to get you something to make you feel more at home.” He shifted off the bed. “I put her number into your phone so you may call or text her when you wish.” He paused next to her and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Sleep well sweetheart.” 

Her cheeks heated at his touch. She noted that he was always gentle with her and it made her feel light as a feather. “Good night Lee Rang.” 

She watched him leave the room before pulling the tags off the rest of the blankets and decided that she would make a blanket fort on the bed around her. After moving them around and fluffing them to her liking she grabbed her phone and the red blanket. Sitting in the middle of the bed she giggled feeling like she was sitting in a giant bird nest. She covered herself with the red blanket and called Yuri before lying down. The two girls spoke for a few minutes about their days before Eun-ji yawned and realized how tired she was becoming. She bid her friend goodnight with plans for the next day. Breathing in the scent of sandalwood deeply she slipped into a peaceful slumber. 

A while later Lee Rang passed the room as he headed to bed. Peaking in he was pleased to see her wrapped up tight in the red blanket and looking as content as ever. He knew she’d figure out her nest. 

[minahoeshi]

to be yours and you, mine.

Kuroo Tetsurō x reader | just pure angst. so much angst.

warning: major character death

prelude: the end lets its presence be known before it comes around. At times, that sense of awareness feels like a blessing. But with you and Tetsurou, the reminder of what soon will come can only hurt you even further. Because mankind has never been powerful enough to do anything against so many things. We have always been weak in the face of nature. especially against the passage of time and all the things it keeps taking from us.

It's almost odd how the world changed when you realised what the moments of silence has reduced your relationship into. How, when you finally acknowledged the fact that perhaps the end of a prolonged short story is nearer than you'd rather believe, a filter seemed to slip off of the camera, along with the vibrance you never realised was raised too high. It's not like the frames suddenly are less colourful. It's just that the tinges of blue in the shadows and highlights have made themselves more obvious, like a sign waiting for you to conclude things yourself.

Maybe it's because it's the new years and new beginnings just seem so scary. Or maybe it's the ice in the air, or the meteorologist on the television announcing that it's 7°C that morning that makes the lack of warmth between you and him more unbearable. But you wake up to the silence of the world, not even the birds are around to fuss above your house. To the empty space beside you, a reminder of his message three days ago.

Tetsu(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

I'm staying with my family this new year. Okaa-san thinks I need to spend 'the end of the year and the beginning of a new one with those that made such days possible for me'. You know, her usual line to remind me of their importance. Miss you.

Let's video call on new year's eve, yeah?

received 9:26

He did call you last night. Not the video call he promised, but a voice call on Line. But you didn't answer. If he asked why, you would've told him you were with your friends in a shrine celebrating new years with prayers for a better future for one another, drinking sake, and walking the streets of Shibuya with your girls and gays and the one guy friend that everyone wonders how he ended up in the group.

It didn't hurt that he only called you once and never tried again. It didn't hurt that he didn't ask why. But fuck was it painful to hear the voicemail.

"Happy new year, Y/N san. I'll see you tomorrow. I'll be there with you, I promise. I love you. So much."

It's scary and painful how his voice seemed to waver. How it was shaky and devoid of his usual timbre, a ghost of what once was a joking and rarely serious tone that took light of most situations. His voice that you loved so much, absent because maybe he knew too.

Maybe he was aware that no saving can be done to bring forth the past as if it was the present. To rebuild the broken and to remind you both of what you had all these years. To you and him, the signs couldn't be more obvious. When the world crumbles, you don't save it. You kiss it goodbye and go on to search for a new one. One that won't break with you in it. (but you know you won't search. you never do.)

You spend the next hours awake. The consciousness, unwanted. You want so much to just fall down as if the darkness can just swallow you and you'd be happier in it. In silence, you might feel better.

But you can't help the way your brain works. You bask in the reminiscing, the present disappearing before you until it's the past that owns you.

It's not the memories that grabs hold of you but him in his entirety. You cry because you will miss all that he is. The lazy tone he uses when he feels comfortable beside you on the couch. The humour he finds in everything, even in chemistry which is crazy because nothing about chemistry is comical. The messy hair he refuses to tame because he loses his identity, a piece of him, his pride and legacy when his hair looks neat. You'll miss his hand on your back when you're walking outdoors, his iced coffee with a secret ingredient that is probably not really a secret, his hugs when you feel yourself falling in the deep hole of misery, his excitement when he speaks of volleyball, his pride when he talks about his achievements, his— all of him. You'll miss all of him. Too much.

Kuroo spends the car ride thinking of you. Reminding himself to remind you of all that you must remember. To hold your hand tight for as long as he can until he can't.

He reminds himself of the things he love so much about you. Of your unequaled patience and trust in him. Of your ability to strip him of all his bad so that he can only see his good. Of your laughter when he speaks of his day as comically as possible. Of the mornings he wakes up beside you. Of your— everything. All that you are.

Because as the car nears your house, he feels himself crumble. Because he just knows what is about to come. So he must keep in him all your good and bad to be grounded. To stay long enough.

Kuroo stays in the car and stared at the door. The door that opens slowly and reveals you in your scarf and windbreaker. Beautiful. You in all your tear-stained glory, your nose and ears red. He stares as you step into the snow and approach him. He stares as you knock on the window.

And so he opens the door.

You break again the moment you see him. You wish to be strong for him. He doesn't deserve your sadness and weakness but he told you to let yourself be. That your tears are better seen than hidden. Because it helps him and you know how you are feeling. So that he doesn't have to walk around eggshells because you both expose all your vulnerability to one another.

So you fall on his knees. You dont wait for him to get out. You cry on his lap and you know he cried with you. You fall apart together. The same way you built each other to be whoever you two are today, you both break each other.

You say, Testu. Tetsu Tetsu Tetsu Tetsu. He says it's fine, he's fine. He leans and kisses your head and you cry more the same way he does as he hugs you from above. I'm sorry, you say. I should've answered your call, you say.

But I was scared. I was too scared.

And you both know. You fear the same thing. Because as Kuroo is placed on his wheelchair with your help and Kenma's who has been with you two since the very beginning. He leaves both of you because he knows that's what's best. He gives Kuroo a hug before he drives away.

He's bone-thin. Dark bags under his eyes, cheekbones too visible, lips too pale— tired. He looked more tired than three days ago, before he suddenly disappeared that day and you felt too much pain because was he gonna leave you that way? Was he not gonna be with you until the very last of everything?

You were thankful he texted you that night. Because you would've gone crazy with all your thoughts. You understood why he had to go home. His family needed him and he needed them. You couldn't be selfish.

That night, you spend hours on your bed with Kuroo. He didn't need the morphine, he tells you. He's okay. But his breathing is ragged and he's sweating. He can't move without hurting. But you don't give him painkillers because he told you so. So instead, you kiss him. You kiss him and tell him you love him. You tell him you were happiest with him. He doesn't talk much. But the last he said before you both slept was, "I love you too. More than anything and everything. I love you."

The next morning, you cry harder. This time, all by yourself. Tetsutetsutetsutetsutetsutetsu. He never responds.

You cry harder.

But at the very least, he was still holding your hand.

-

Tetsu(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

Science is yet to prove the existence of reincarnation so instead of pinning everything on it, I'd rather appreciate this one life I spent loving you. Because there's no other way for me to have lived than to be yours and you mine. This one life is enough for the universe to understand that we are eternity, you and me. Forever.

I love you. I know you love me too.

2:09 am

You

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

5:27 am

-

Okaa-san - mother

Tetsu - nickname for Kuroo from his first name, Tetsuro. In Japan, cute nicknames are more common than endearments like honey or love.

Shibuya - a city or special ward in the prefecture, Tokyo.

Sake - Japanese alcohol made of rice and other ingredients.

Line - most used messaging app in Japan.

Thanks for reading!

[codename-mango]

Foggy Mornings

It was a labor to open my eyes. It felt like something was holding me down as I tried to wake up. Lately, the grogginess meant I had done something to regret the night before. I closed my eyes again, and mentally prepared myself for wherever I found myself this morning. Afternoon? I couldn't tell. I sat up, slowly but surely, and finally took in my surroundings.

Home. My bed. I was still wearing the dark grey top and black skirt I had put on to go out with Chelsea.

Oh God. Chelsea.

Panic rose up before settling once I heard her signature tapping on my door. I guess we made it home safe.

"Come in," I called. But she was already peaking her head through the door.

"Good morning," she greeted. She was smiling, but she was obviously almost as tired as I was. She was wearing her signature pyjamas. She sat on my bed by my feet and handed me my water bottle, the same one from Season 2. "Thanks for putting me to bed last night. I would probably be passed out on the kitchen floor if you hadn't." She giggled at her own joke.

"I don't really remember doing that, but you're welcome." I chugged my water, savoring every drop. The bottles were cold, which lead me to believe I must've put them in the fridge last night before putting myself to bed. I don't remember doing that though.

"It was nice of Seb to pick us up," Chelsea said with a cheeky wink.

"Wait. What? Seb?"

Seb lived nearly an hour away in Liverpool. Why would he...

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Seb appeared in the doorway, knocking lightly on the open door.

"Good morning, ladies." His smile was warm and comforting, yet there was something unreadable in his eyes as he asked, "How'd you sleep?"

"I slept surprisingly well, thanks!" Chelsea answered. "Last night was fun, I think. Other than... Y'know..." She avoided eye contact with me as she shrugged and jumped up from her seat. "I'm going to make tea," she announced before making her exit.

Seb stood in the doorway, and neither of us spoke. What happened the night before?

"I'm afraid I'm not being a very good host," I joked as I slowly shifted my legs off the side of my bed. Seb didn't chuckle like I hoped he would. He just sat next to me as I tried to fully wake myself up and recall last night's events.

"Did you pick us up from the pub?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

Seb shrugged. "Chelsea said you needed me." His nonchalance failed him once he said that. He lowered his head and stared at his hands.

"What am I missing here?" I finally asked. "Did I say or do something stupid?"

"Not really... If anything, I did something stupid," he answered ominously.

I tried to recall what he might have done. I had fuzzy memories of rain through windows. I remembered talking to Seb about something. I remembered...

"We agreed to talk about something."

"Yeah. We did." Now his eyes were on me. They burned a hole through me.

"What was it? And what stupid thing did you do?" I asked with a feeble laugh in an attempt at bringing levity.

His face was serious though. I could see the thoughts rushing through his head.

"Well..." he started, leaning away from me slightly, "I may have kissed you."

What?

Seb looked at me finally and his eyes went wide.

"Not on the lips! Uh- I had kissed your neck- Well, that's not that much better. Fuck. Fuck, I'm sorry-"

"Seb! Seb, relax." I scooted closer and hugged him to calm his nerves. His body was rigid, and he had his eyes screwed shut. He rubbed his face with his hands. "Seb, please, just explain how it happened..."

*

We sat on the bed in silence. I hugged my pillow and had my face buried in it. More than anything, I was embarrassed by the way I had apparently acted. I wriggled indignantly in place.

"We've all had our nights, Clarice," Seb said with a chuckle at the sight of me.

"I'm surprised I didn't do more," I said into the pillow. Seb must have understood, as he laughed.

"You might have, if you were in a better mood."

"So..." I looked up at him, my face still half covered my the pillow. "Now we're talking about it. And I'm sober."

"Kinda wish I wasn't," Seb joked. At least, I assumed it was a joke.

"I'm going to make this easy."

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Do you want to kiss me again?"

The question hung in the air as Seb stared at me. His eyes flickered down, then back up.

"Well, I can't with the pillow in the way, can I?"

I laughed and threw the pillow off the bed. Maybe I should've been embarrassed by how clumsily I jumped across the space between us, but Seb wrapping his arms around me and kissing my lips made me forget my insecurities for the moment.

Chelsea's excited squeal cut the moment short. I watched her stomp her feet excitedly in the doorway, two mugs of tea in her hands, before she ran off. Seb and I laughed and Seb shook his head.

"I don't know why you're shaking your head. I'm the one that's going to have to recount every detail 5 times over," I said. I rested my head against his shoulder.

"Let me know when you expect it to start so I can head out."

"Shut up."

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ THE PROPOSITION ❜

with Angel Reyes.

Chapter Three, final. Index.

Request #1: Hola! Angel asking for Felipe to have Marisol's ring cause he went to propose to his girlfriend. But Felipe says No cause he thinks EZ deserve its more. ( And cause WE know he love EZ more ) So Angel is like " Fuck this shit" And either is breaks in Felipe house to steal this ring Or Either he go brought the biggest and perfect ring ! 🤩

BY ANON

Request #2: Hey! Angel do something very impressive for his girlfriend ( like big and impressive asking for marriage or Travel 5 states just for see her) and this ending by Felipe being very impressive by his Sons and take conscience he is a bad dad for Angel. 🙏❤️🤟🤟

BY ANON

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 3k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @pantherclawz

Masterlist.

Almost one week without hearing his voice. Receiving one or two text messages per day, just to tell you that he's tired or that he's working. You know he is hiding something, confirming your suspicion when EZ began to decline all your calls. And, when you talked with Felipe three days ago, the only thing he told you was that he didn't know anything about his kids. So you started to think the worst. At first you thought that maybe Angel had an accident and his brother was trying to cover him, but when you called Bishop this morning, you heard your boyfriend's voice saying that he was ‘going to pick up the girl’. And now, you don't know what to think.

Licking your lips, sitting in the back garden of the house, you play with your phone between your fingers. It's almost midnight and it's a little cold outside, wearing nothing but an Angel's shirt. You decide to call him again, but it's his voicemail who answers again, even if you shouldn't be doing it after drinking too many beers, while your friends are sleeping and resting for the last seminar the next morning. But you wait for the last tone.

“Hey, it's me… your girlfriend, remember? I've been calling you… I don' know, maybe the fucking whole day. Where the fuck are you, Angel? And don't you fucking dare to tell me that you were working, 'cause I heard you this morning talking about some bitch to pick up. But fo' say something, first you have to answer the fucking phone!”

Sounds pathetic the way you are talking to him, saying all the things that you wouldn't say to him being sober. Hiccuping, you find yourself crying unconsolable, with an agonic pain oppressing your chest and squeezing your heart.

“Just… two fucking weeks, Angel! You couldn' keep your fucking dick inside your pants, for two fucking weeks! Is that the… shit I mean to you? Two years thrown overboard because of what? How many times have you done it, ah? All these… shit about not calling during a run… were you doing the same shit, Angel? How many fucking times has you betrayed me?!”

You can't help but laugh bitterly, cleaning your tears with the back of your hand, trying to calm yourself and to not wake up anyone.

“I fucking love you… with all my heart. I didn' complain about anything, never…” Although your voice sounds low and a little bit calmed, inside you there's a storm devastating you. “I put you first, always, since the first moment I met you… I can't fucking believe you're gonna lea—leave me and… the way you're doing it… I thought you were different, but I guess I was wrong”.

Hardly sniffing, you close your eyes letting go everything inside your chest, before finishing the message. Curling up your legs to surround them with both arms, you rest your chin over your knees. You can't avoid thinking about all those times he has promised you a future together, living in a big house and having children. Or about all those times he has been crying clinged to you, talking about how his father has been always putting him apart. You have cared about him more than anyone in his life. You have given him all. Without asking anything back, more than loyalty. And you wouldn't even have to ask for it.

Even so, you're starting to regret all the things you have said, without knowing if it's true or not. But how are you going to find it out, if anyone says nothing?

“Oh, shit… Oh, shit, shit, shit…” Angel is sitting on top of his bike, with a hand holding his phone and the other rubbing the bridge of his nose.

His brothers are looking at all the gestures that he's drawing unconsciously on his face. Rage, sadness, incredulous… When the message ends, he lies down over the handerball, softly hitting his head against it. He tries to call you, but your phone is practically dead, off of battery. Bishop walks towards him, having a sip from his beer.

“All good, Angel?”

“She thinks I'm fucking cheating her, because he heard me say about picking up Leti, this morning”. Stepping out from his motorcycle, he looks for Tori's number, hoping she answers the call.

Walking around the parking like a locked lion in the zoo, he's starting to think about driving right now to Los Angeles.

“The hell is wrong with you, shithead?” The female voice sounds tired, being interrupted by a long yawn.

“Tori, listen. Find (Y/N). She's drunk, thinking I'm cheating on her”.

“Yeah, 'cause you have been ignoring her ass”.

“I've been workin—”.

“Nah, c'mon, Angel. Tell these tales to someone wh—”.

“I was working to buy a wedding ring”.

Silence. Tori suddenly sits up on her bed, turning on the lights and waking up Sarah. The girl who was sleeping peacefully, now is being woken up by shaking her left arm. Having some growls as response, she looks at her girlfriend frowning, while she hears Angel's voice through the speaker.

“Just listen, please. Calm her down, okay? 'Am coming tomorrow to LA. I already talked to your boss and I can't tell you anything else. Just… calm her down, please”.

“Okay, we got this, Angel”.

Hanging up the call, both girls jump off from the bed, walking towards your room. Empty. But following your crying, they stick out their heads by the window, finding you in the garden. This hurts them too. They were with you the night you met Angel, and they also love him a lot. They know how much he cares about you and even if Sarah and Tori couldn't believe that he was with another girl, it wasn't normal his way to act the last days. But now, everything has sense, and they are pretty excited to see him tomorrow and discover what he has been preparing for the proposition.

Going downstairs and trying to hide their happiness, your friends sit by each side to hug you. A collective hug to make you feel somewhat better, but you can't stop crying.

“Baby… what's up?” Tori asks, caressing gently your hair.

“This… fucking bastard… I fucking gave him all, the best of me!”

“You talkin' 'bout Angel? C'mon, (Y/N)! He told you he made the most of his time to work a little more, and not miss you. Two weeks is too much time for you both”.

“I heard him talking about another girl”.

“So, what? Since when he can't have friends, ah? I have slept with him at his house… hundred times, and that doesn't mean that I cheated Tori, or he cheated you. And believe me, your boyfriend is a fantasy even for me”. Sarah says, making you chuckle in some way. “I'm sure he has been working hard, as you do when he is traveling. So, don't think any bullshit about Angel. He loves you more than anything, okay?”

“Let's go to bed, okay, honey? We have to be awake in five hours for a long, long, long seminar. Lucky it's the last one”. Tori says standing up on her feet, helping you to get up from the grass.

Angel comes into the clubhouse with an excited smile on his lips, like a child on Christmas Day, rubbing his hands and clapping happily calling everybody's attention.

“You got it, hermano?”

He nods energetically, walking fast to the main round table, where the oldest were waiting for him to come back from the jewelers. The Reyes tucks a hand inside his pocket in complete silence, putting over the wood a small red velvet box. Between his fingers, he supports the bottom part to open the top, showing the ring for what he has been working too hard the last two weeks; without sleeping, without resting, without a drop of alcohol, without partying. Nothing. Just working hard. The fine gold ring is perfectly resting inside a small gap, showing only the top of it. A king's crown with a diamond in it, that shines so easily with natural light that could illuminate a whole room. The crew is looking at it fascinated. And yes, the ring couldn't be perfect, but it's the feeling of pride for Angel that makes them smile.

“Fuck, brother… If she doesn' want to marry you, I will”. Creeper is captivated by the jewel, with his eyes fixed on.

“Why the fuck she wouldn't want to marry me, dumbshit?”

“Ignore him, carnal”. Coco palms his back, resting his arm on a shoulder.

“So, what you say, ah?” He asks, anxious to hear Bishop, Tranq and Taza's opinion. Without them, it couldn't be possible.

“Fuck, man, I would marry you too if you propose me with this ring”. Che is the first one, taking the step to grab the small box and have a closed look from it.

“You did a good job, Angel. You deserve it”. Tranq just says with both arms on the table.

“Prez?”

Bishop keeps looking at the box, seeming thoughtful, slowly raising his eyes to the others after some seconds in silence.

“I think you are doing the right thing for the first time since I know you. That girl deserves a man like you, Angel. And I know she is not the kind of woman who would care about the ring, but you found the perfect one”.

Your boyfriend can't feel more proud. It would be impossible.

“Go change your clothes, you have four hours of road ahead”. El Presidente places a hand on Angel's nape with a soft narrow over it.

He just nods, keeping again the box inside a pocket to get up and leave the place to his dorm, where he has been sleeping the last two weeks. The black jeans and the white shirt are perfectly stretched over his bed. The Reyes hurries up to have a shower, not wasting a second more, brushing and doing his hair with trembling fingers. He hasn't known anything about you since he talked with Tori and Sarah some hours ago, hoping that they finally calmed you down and got you rid of those ideas about him cheating you. When he's already dressed, sitting on the edge of the mattress to put on his boots, Angel grabs the black bomber jacket trespassing the box from a piece of clothing to the other, zipping the pocket to not lose it.

Coming back to the main room of the clubhouse, his brothers receive him between whistles and cheers.

“Man, you smell good”. Coco says coming too close.

“Ah, ah. Take care, brother. Don't want you to stain my fresh clothes”. He says taking a step back.

“My apologies, your grace”. He chuckles.

“Bishop?”

“Templo”. Taza says having a sip from a coffee.

Checking the hour on his phone, assuring himself that he has enough time, the Reyes leads his steps to the meeting-room, closing the glass colorful door behind him.

“Already leaving?”

“Yeah, prez, I just… want to thank you for giving me the three k left. I will continue working to gi—”.

“Take it as a wedding gift”. The mexican stops him with his own words, shaking his head and making a light gesture with a hand.

“I couldn't do it without you, Tranq and Taza”.

“I heard what you told to your brother. In the office”. He says then, lying back on his chair. “I am not going to… give you my opinion about your father, but he shouldn't behave like that, Angel”.

“I know, Bishop. And… I would thank you for not telling anything about it to (Y/N). She loves my pops”.

“That honors you”.

“Don't know, but I don't wanna be like him”.

El Presidente simply nods.

“Bring back Mrs. Reyes”.

Your head hurts like hell, having to use your glasses because of the blurry gaze you have got by the hangover. The seminar is turning out eternal. The last thing you care about right now is how to operate with an open heart, you have already done it and you could skip this part. But it's for compulsory attendance. So there you are, drawing nothing on your iPad as if you were taking notes, fighting against the pain, the tiredness and the uncertainty about Angel. He continues not answering your text or calls, and you can't help but think about what Sarah told you last night.

“... you for coming, and I hope that these two weeks have been productive for your learning”.

The claps flood the conference room, while the other doctors begin to pick up their stuff and finally leave the place. You can't believe that it's already done and that you're allowed to come back home, checking again your muttered phone expecting to find something. But the notifications bar is empty.

“Ladies and gentlemen, if you don't mind, I'm going to steal you a couple minutes. Sit back, please”. The voice of your boss through the speakers makes you raise an eyebrow.

“The desire to be noticed by that man fucks me up”. Tori chuckles with a low tone, sitting again over her seat.

“I know that we all are tired, but it's just going to be a couple minutes, I promise. I just want to help a friend”.

“No…” Sarah looks at her girlfriend really surprised, making you frown confused.

“Girls, the fuck you did?”

“You just… enjoy the show, my dear”.

You can see your boss making a gesture to someone by a side of the stage, to come closer. But when your eyes find Angel walking over it, your blood freezes and your heart stops. Lucky you're between almost more than two hundred doctors and surgeons. Leo gives up the micro to your boyfriend, looking for you. And obviously, your two friends start to yell like crazy to call his attention.

“Hey, ahm… You don't know me and I don't know you, but… I'm Angel. Dr. (Y/L/N)'s boyfriend and I came to… give her an important message”. He says with a nervous tone, before smirking at you, clearing his throat. “Hey, baby, can you… can you come here, please?”

“Go”. Your friends push you to get up, but your legs feel like butter about to fall downstairs.

As soon as he's able to hug you, he does, not caring about the claps from the people in front of you.

“Okay, okay, listen”. Holding one of your hands and pulling himself away, he laughs a little bit nervous for a second. “We met two years ago, in the middle of nowhere. I was fuc— sorry. I was hurt because of a fight. And you fixed up my wounds with so much love, patience and care, that I fell for you”.

“Angel…”

“Sh, listen. I think I'm going to have a heart attack, so let me talk before falter to the floor. Listen, you have been my best friend, my anchor, my reason to live since then. I love you more than I could ever love anyone... I can't live without you, baby. And before you say anything else like last night, no. I didn't try and I'm not going to do it, because I'm lost without you, (Y/N). So, ahm… Hey, boss, can you hold the mic'?” Turning to Leo, the man takes it back.

You're trembling, looking at your friends for a moment trying to find an explanation. But when your gaze is again on your boyfriend, he's already kneeling with a hand inside a pocket grabbing something. A small red box. And you can't believe what's happening. Taking a step back and covering your face with both hands, you start to cry like a child, with your pulse racing under your skin.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), would you marry me?”

The crew is waiting anxiously at the porch, after not receiving any news back from LA. But they all get up from their seats on the sofas and the stairs, when they hear Coco's car being driven by Angel coming closer. As soon as he parks it close to the bikes, not finding you on the passenger seat and looking at the devastated gesture on his face, they know that the proposition wasn't as they were expecting. Stepping out of the car, he just shrugs his shoulders.

“Hey, carnal, it's okay. She will reconsider it”. Coco says hugging his friend, trying to comfort him.

“She will say yes, Angel, don't give up”. Bishop palms softly his nape.

And you are drowning in laughs hidden on the floor of the back seats. Looking slightly through the window, you find the crew very affected because supposedly you said ‘no’. Taking some air, you jump out of the car yelling with a huge smile on your lips.

“Surprise, madafakas!”

“Jesus fucking Christ! I'm too old for these frights!” Taza shouts at you back, indignant with a hand on his chest barely breathing.

“I'm confused”. Gilly says from nowhere.

“What? Doesn't sound good Mrs. Reyes for you?” Walking towards them, raising the hand with the amazing ring, they all look surprised.

“I'm going to fucking shoot you, Angel”. Bishop threats him, before leading his steps to yours. “Welcome home, querida”.

“Thank you”. Hugging him, you rest your head against his chest. “Angel told me you help him”.

“It was nothing, kid”. Clicking his tongue and pulling himself away, he caresses your cheek for a second.

“Yo! Mami! You look stunning now that you're engaged”. Coco lifts you up between his arms, narrowing you under his grip.

“Yeah, you see?!”

“Hey, hey, social distancing”. Your future husband takes you off from his friend's hands, to hold you closer with an arm surrounding your neck.

“Look at you, Mr. and Mrs. Reyes”. Creeper says very proud, nodding in accordance.

“Let's celebrate it that you didn' kick my ass, mi dulce”.

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𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝕺𝖋 𝖀𝖘

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❝𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐄𝐈❞

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3RD PERSON POV

Like every morning, the big line of glasses is waiting for his girlfriend, but the two youngsters have no plans to go to school because it's the weekend, no, they enjoy their togetherness for all times.

Even if the two have known each other for a long time, that doesn't mean they've been together that long.

For the two of them, it was unimaginable to be in a relationship with the other, but things always happen and change.

Anyone who has asked the respective person about this relationship has long since forgotten because they apparently did not / do not care.

Back to the present.

Tsukishima looked annoyed at the clock on his cell phone and sighed in annoyance, he can't be delayed, even if it's 3 minutes.

It is not rare or common for his girlfriend to be late.

He actually prefers to pick her up instead of waiting for her, not only so that she can hurry up, but also so that she can meet her boyfriend carefree without any bad ulterior motives or any nuisance.

Well that's one of the reasons he hates being late, but he didn't tell his girlfriend about that fact himself.

Because of this particular incident with his brother, he has a strong weakness to trust someone or to trust someone, there are moments when he trusts his girlfriend, sometimes not, it mainly just depends.

But as a good friend, she shows understanding for him, she is too fond of him.

She knows his problems, his fears and the insecurities that almost eat him up, but she still knows the good side that she doesn't see every day, but better than never.

Like, for example, his love for her, his interests in the dinosaurs or his good tutoring when the two do their homework together.

Trapped in thought, someone took him out of it, or rather, something.

The boy's cell phone rang loudly, his heart pounding and he answered the call "Tsuki, where are you?" his girlfriend asked in amazement and tried to ignore the anger.

"In front of our favorite bakery, the question is more where are you, (Y / N) I've been waiting for more than 10 minutes and the weather is not very pleasant at the moment."

"Tsuki, we had agreed that we would meet in front of the museum, that you were present for our last conversation, I knew, but if you went straight into your own world, you have been really so bad in the last few days."

"(Y / N)?" Tsukishima said in a normal tone, "Yes?" she said, however, surprised that he speaks so calmly.

"Didn't we agree that if we'd only go to the museum right after we ate a piece of cake and went for a walk, because it only opens at 2 p.m. and now it's only 10:27 a.m."

"I'll be there in 5 minutes." was the only thing his girlfriend could say hung up as quickly as possible.

Yes, this behavior of his girlfriend wasn't seen every day, but he gets along reasonably well with it.

Of course there are moments or even days when he can lose his last nerve and there have been moments when he insults his girlfriend even though it is not his intention.

Fortunately, however, she knows him too well that she sometimes understands him, but only sometimes.

The one time she showed no understanding was when he was training again with his team and since Hinata was again better than usual, it annoyed him so much that he took all his anger and frustration out on his girlfriend, which caused her ignored him for almost a week.

Back to the present, holding hands, the couple are on their way to coffee.

The fingers are folded together, the wind blows stronger and stronger every second, but if you think that such weather could ruin their mood, you are one-sidedly wrong.

Once there, the two ordered a hot cocoa and a small cake, (Y / N) should already choose a place while Tsukishima delivers the delicacies with a tray.

They talked about their interests and what movie to watch tonight.

While walking around town, Tsukishima looked at his wristwatch that his girlfriend gave him and said, "The museum will open in about 20 minutes."

The friends who make (Y / N) s face shine cannot be overlooked.

Of course, she doesn't really like the museum because she's not really interested, but she knows too well that he likes the dinosaurs that she talked him into going on a date at the museum without any problems.

But he wanted the two to spend more time together, that is to say;

The coffee, the walk and the night at his house had been all his idea.

In the museum, the friend looked at a dinosaur, or rather a Gallimimus.

"What is it, Tsuki?" she asked him and shows it on the Gallimimus. "

From A to Z, her friend explained every information he knows about the Gallimimus.

"They were also a kind of group like wolves, but from the dinosaur genus of the Ornithomimosauria during the Theropoda. They lived for the most part in East Asia. Furthermore, as you can see, they were not small, they were 4 and 6 meters high and weighed up to to an example of 200 kg. "

"You seem to know your way around this, don't you?"

"Because I can." he said roughly, but grabbed his girlfriend's hand and said like a little boy, "Come on, you have to see the others first." and pulled her right after you with you.

TIME SKIP / 3RD PERSON POV

Back at home, the couple meets Tsukishima's brother.

He sighed annoyed and skilfully ignored him, but greeted him out of sheer politeness.

They have known each other for a long time, which is why they have an appropriate relationship.

In other words, a friendship.

You talk now and then.

However, their friendship does not belong in the level where you occasionally write to each other, make phone calls or go to town together.

But that's probably a good thing before Tsukishima gets the last nerve.

Tsukishima is not the kind of friend you ask if you can go out with this person or if he is having trouble going out with this person, knowing other people's passwords or reading through chats.

They know each other too well and also trust what is important in a relationship and therefore find this behavior strange from other couples, because, as I said, trust is part of a relationship.

When he got to his room, Tsukishima took his pajamas and said to his girlfriend "I'm going to get changed in the bathroom, okay?"

She nodded and answered him and also took her pajamas out of her pocket and changed a little faster than usual.

Finished dressed, she stuffed the clothes she was still wearing into her pocket and then put it down.

"Are you ready?" it came out the door.

"Yes I am, can come in."

The door opened and you not only saw Tsukishima in his pajamas, but he also held a small tray with (Y / N) 's favorite sweets.

But not only that, but also a small box.

The friend quickly got up to help her friend "Let me help you." and wanted to grab the tray right away, but Tsukishima pointed to his clothes, which is between his forearm and waist.

"Do you already know which film to watch and how." Tsukishima asked his girlfriend.

"No, I thought you would decide because I was 'allowed' to do it last time." she said and put his clothes where they belong.

"I would prefer if my dwarf would choose a movie." replied Tsukishima and set the tray down on his bed.

"Aww, since when was such a tsuki?" provoked (Y / N) Tsukishima and came a few steps towards him, while at the same time she looked at him gourmet.

Annoyed, he sobbed with his tongue - held a hand on her face and gently pushed her away from him.

He then gave his remote control to his girlfriend and finally said, "Come sit down and choose a movie."

And thus also knocked on the bed.

About half an hour has passed.

While (Y / N) stares obsessively at the screen and slowly eats the candy, Tsukishima secretly observed his girlfriend and the small box.

Breathing deeply, he said her name, while she turned and looked at him, "Is something?" she asked worriedly.

"No, it works. You remember when we were in town about a week ago, there was this shop. It had this chain that impressed you, so I made up my mind yesterday ..." without finishing his sentence he made it to his girlfriend.

She opened the box nervously.

The necklace that (Y / N) wanted, she got from her boyfriend as a present.

She just stared at it with no comments like, 'I want this.' 'Can you get it for me?' or something else, maybe he knows (Y / N) just too well.

He took the chain and asked "May I?"

"(Y / N) turned so he could tie the necklace together," What for, Tsuki? Have you ever seen the price? "She asked him and from now on ignored the film being played.

"When I saw the price, I wasn't too thrilled, but I just had to remember you being pretty amazed as a dwarf, so it wasn't too bad to spend my money."

The tray put away, the television switched off and the blanket over the couple's bodies, they slept cuddled up.

The two of them will not get rid of this event so quickly.