#cant believe this thing is fucking 27 THOUSAND words long. wtf is wrong with me

[grasslandgirl]

SUBSTRATE

[Fig/Gorgug. modern/no magic restaurant au. 27k. tw for discussions of alcohol/drug abuse, sobriety, and recovery]

SUBSTRATE (n) 1. an underlying substance or layer. 2. the surface or material on or from which an organism lives, grows, or obtains its nourishment. 3. the material on which a process is conducted. --- “Do you miss it?” Gorgug asks. Ice leaks into Fig’s stomach. “Miss what?” Drinking? Drugs? The burn of tequila down the back of her throat? The smoky-sweet haze settling under her skin until she feels liquid and calm? The buzz at the back of her head, but one she can control; one she can ride out like a surfer on a ten foot wave? Feeling human and likable and electric and real? Yeah. She misses it. “Performing,” Gorgug clarifies. --- or; gorgug, fig, and sobriety

as always, all my love to darling carnation boy and fellow figgorgug warrior jamie @gilears without whom this wouldn't exist <33 also so much love to my bestie @uwusillygirl for also agreeing to help beta and edit this so it's fucking legible !!! this fic is very personal and full of a lot of projection, but also deals heavily with discussions of sobriety and alcoholism/addiction, so please heed the tags, warnings, and author's notes appropriately and keep yourself safe <333

happy junior year!!

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