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“Why are you shaking?” Yakko >:)

Yakko’s leg bounced up and down so quickly, it appeared to simply be vibrating. In truth, Yakko had to be forced to sit down, his pacing was driving the others in the hospital waiting room insane.

Dot had begun her surgery about an hour ago, and they should’ve heard something by now... at least Yakko thought. In truth, he hadn’t asked how long it was supposed to take, and even if he had he didn’t have a watch for which to keep track.

Either way, Yakko was anxious to hear if Dot was okay. A million things could happen during surgery, a million things his mind loved to jump around and explore while he waited. He tried his best to listen to the advice of his younger brother and Plotz (a sentence he never thought he’d ever form) and remind himself that this was necessary and Dot needed the surgery and that everything is going to be okay, but Yakko was Yakko and his anxiety continued.

His brother was right for calling him a ‘worry-wart’, but ‘worry-warting’ had kept them alive so far so he wasn’t exactly going to stop now.

After a while of that, however, Yakko just put his elbows on his legs to stop the shaking and just hoped for the best. All the pacing and shaking was tiring. Quickly after that though, none other than Doctor Scratchnsniff himself entered the waiting room, and Yakko and Wakko hugged each other nervously.

“Ze operation vas a complete success!” The doctor smiled and Yakko and Wakko practically jumped with joy as a wave of relief washed over them.

Finally, it was over.

“However... there is one thing we’d like to talk to you about, Yakko,” Hello Nurse said, appearing next to Scratchnsniff.

Well... at least, Dot’s sickness was over. They still had a lot more loose ends to tie everywhere else.

“But I wanna see Dot,” Wakko frowned and pulled on his brother’s arm.

“You’ll get to later, she’s just in recovery for now. Surgery is quite the tiring process,” the nurse explained. Wakko huffed and pulled down his hat.

“I’m gonna be boredddddddd,” Wakko groaned.

“I’m sure you’ll find something to do in that head of yours,” Yakko teased, standing up. Wakko huffed, but didn’t say much outside of that, so Yakko took that as his brother’s permission and he went off with the nurse and doctor.

“So... what’s this about? Is Dot okay?” Yakko asked once they were alone in a room.

“No, Dot is doing vonderfully,” Scratchy shook his head. “Zis is about... something else.”

“Yakko, do you know why you came to Acme Falls?” Hello Nurse asked.

“Well, my mom told us- why are you asking?” Yakko raised an eyebrow.

“Well, you see, your father actually grew up here, before he was a squire and moved away,” She said. “As such, Queen Angelina II and King William knew that you three would be safe here, in case anything happened to the two of them. We knew what to expect and more importantly, they knew we wouldn’t harm you or turn you in to King Salazar.”

Yakko paused a long moment.

“You mean... you guys knew?” Yakko asked.

“Vell... yah. Of course ve knew. Not everyone looks like your family, you know?” The doctor looked at him in a way that pointed out the stupidity of the question. Yakko facepalmed.

“Right, yeah,” Yakko cringed. “So... why are you telling me this now?”

“Well, as I’m sure you’ve heard, the people of Warnerstock’s hatred of Salazar has only grown over the years, and rumors have spread about the Wishing Star and you three’s survival of the attack and now people are suggesting that you three inherit your parent's thrones, and well... we have proof,” The nurse explained, showing Yakko their birth certificates.

Yakko’s eyes fell upon the familiar handwriting of his father, and he touched it carefully.

“I-i... I don’t know what to say,” Yakko managed to get out.

“It’s a lot to process, no?” The doctor said. Yakko nodded.

“I-i just... I don’t know... I haven’t thought about actually returning to our old lives in... a really long time,” Yakko set down the certificates and scratched the back of his neck.

“It’s one thousand percent up to you, we aren’t forcing you to do anything, we’re just... pointing something out, so to say,” Hello Nurse explained, feeling bad.

“Yeah, I get that,” Yakko said. “Still it’s... wow. I mean... my dad really used to live here? Why didn’t anyone say anything?” he questioned.

“Well... I suppose there was never a right time. We did our best to make sure the three of you were well, but with everything going downhill so fast... well, there was only so much we could do,” She did her best to justify. Yakko slowly nodded.

“Yeah, that makes sense,” He admitted. Looking back, he could see their acts of kindness and how they did try their best to have sympathy and help while the world went sour around them. The looking away when they borrowed food, the conveniently placed goods, the constant hiring of Wakko while they could. Acme Falls was good like that.

“Well... I’ll need to talk to my sibs about this... and do some thinking... a lot of thinking,” Yakko said.

“Of course, you shouldn’t rush a zing like zis, no?” The doctor agreed. Yakko bit his lip.

“So when will Dot be okay enough for guests?” Yakko asked.

“Oh, not for a little while. Don’t worry, we’ll be sure to keep you two updated,” Hello Nurse said. “Should give you plenty of time to think.”

“Yippie,” Yakko laughed pathetically. The doctor and nurse gave him looks of sympathy.

“You must be in your head often, no?” Scratchy asked. Yakko nodded. “Not fun.”

“Yeah, you said it,” Yakko said, standing up.

“Well... I’ll give what you said a thought... this should be fun,” He nodded at them.

“We’ll send for you if Dot wakes up while you’re gone,” The nurse suggested. Yakko nodded at that, and headed out of the room, pausing briefly outside of Dot’s room.

“Please recover fast. I don’t know how much more of this thinking I can handle,” He thought, before walking back to the waiting room.

“What’d they talk to you about?” asked Wakko.

“Oh just... things,” Yakko couldn’t think of a lie fast enough.

“What kind of things?” Wakko raised an eyebrow, painfully curious.

“Legal things,” Yakko said, deciding the truth was boring enough. Wakko groaned.

“Everything is so boring now,” Wakko complained. “Why can’t everything be death defying and a mad chase for the Wishing Star?”

“There’s nothing boring about safety,” Yakko frowned, hoping his brother wasn’t already getting ideas.

Then again, becoming prince again would be entertaining...

Yakko groaned as he felt a headache come on.

“I’ll be back, I have a lot to think about,” Yakko said.

“You’re gonna leave me again?” Wakko pouted.

“Look, it’ll only be a minute. I’ll buy us some food, that sound good to you?” Yakko asked. Wakko nodded and handed Yakko his remaining ha’penny.

“Just come back soon, Mr. Plotz is so boring... though now that he’s asleep...” Wakko looked at him, mischief gleaming in his eyes. Yakko snorted.

“You do what makes you happy, just don’t pretend I was involved,” Yakko winked and left the hospital, happy to get out and get some fresh air.

In truth, the day was still quite young. The Warners had gone to the hospital first thing in the morning, and after a quick, reassuring peptalk from Yakko, Dot’s nerves were soothed and she was taken into surgery. Now it was roughly two hours later, and the streets were full of people who were eager to spend the money that had been returned to them from the Baron, who kept his promise. Yakko couldn’t help but smile at the sight, reflecting on how it had only been two days ago the streets were barron and covered in snow, and the town lifeless and grey.

It seemed Acme Falls was welcoming a bright, new future.

A bright, new future they were probably all hoping was staring- well...

Him.

His sibs.

God, how their days of royalty felt like a million years ago.

Yakko used to have plenty of happy memories of his parents dancing around in his head, but nowadays it seemed they were all tainted. Any time he remembered his mother singing and kissing him goodnight, he’d remember the last time he saw her, all bruised and bloodied. Any time he’d remember a funny story his father read to him, he’d recall his father telling him he’d never let anything bad happen to him or his sibs.

He had made promises to his parents too: that he’d be able to protect them and keep them safe no matter what.

Yakko sighed, as guilt weighed on his back as it so often did. He couldn’t help but wonder if there would ever be a day the guilt would go away. It wracked his mind for as long as he could remember, whether it was about not being able to save his mother, the orphanage closing, Dot’s health, Wakko going away, or how he had failed to protect them and almost lost both of them in one day.

Determined to not dwell, Yakko quickly began to make his way to the market in the town square and filled up his bag with fruits and veggitables, as well as a loaf of bread and couldn’t help but smile as he payed for it with the ha’penny.

That was one benefit if they decided to inherit the throne: him and his siblings would never have to be hungry again. They’d have a nice, warm home and never want for anything ever again.

But at the same time, Acme Falls had become a home to them. They knew most everyone around town, and it would feel strange not to see them. These people had done so much for them over the years, it wouldn’t feel right to leave them.

Yakko thanked the grocer, and decided to stop by their home before going back to the hospital.

It would probably do wonders for them to have a nice, warm home without giant holes in the roof that let in piles of snow and rain, and to have nice, warm beds that were stuffed with feathers and cleaned every day by servants instead of the uncomfortable bare-bones wooden ones Wakko and Yakko had. Goodness knew his back would probably appreciate it.

Still... as he looked around he recognized it as home. He had lived their for a whole year- the longest he’s lived anywhere since before the attack. It would be really hard to say goodbye.

Yakko sat down on his bed and groaned, annoyed as the headache flared. He really thought his mind would be used to all of this over analyzing and stressing by now, but it wasn’t.

He then figured it was best he delay thinking about it until he was ready to discuss it with his siblings. For now, he’d head back to the hospital and wait for Dot to wake up. He had ignored Wakko long enough anways.

Turns out, Yakko didn’t have to wait much at all, as Dot was already awake by the time he had made it back.

“Yakko! Do you like my scar?” Dot beamed when he entered her room and showed off the scar on her chest where they had operated. Yakko laughed and nodded, feeling his headache disappear entirely.

“Very cool,” He said, setting down the bag of food in the corner of the room.

“I think it’s faboo,” Wakko grinned with his tongue sticking out like a puppy.

“How’re you feeling though? Do you feel well rested?” Yakko asked, going to the side of her bed and stroking her head.

“I feel fine Yakko, really,” Dot reassured.

“Yeah, she feels fine. You’re such a worry-wart,” Wakko teased him.

Yakko rolled his eyes. “It’s kept us alive this long, and you can’t argue with that.”

“Yeah yeah,” Wakko mumbled. Sometimes Yakko swore his brother was still four years old.

“Anyway,” He said, giving his brother a look, “I was wondering if you’re okay enough to have a long and kinda tough conversation.”

“What do you mean? Are you gonna yell at me again?” Dot blinked.

“No, no. It’s not like that conversation,” Yakko said, feeling a pang of guilt. “I mean... well...” He sighed, not knowing how to say it other than to outright say it. Instead, he patted for Wakko to sit on Dot’s bed and he did.

“Well... you two know how Mom and Dad were once king and queen before King Salazar, right?” Yakko asked. His siblings nodded.

“Well... you see, now that Salazar is on the way out, now the people of Warnerstock are looking for the true heirs to the throne... us,” Yakko explained, his sibs taking a moment to process what he was saying.

“You mean they want us to rule the country?” Wakko tilted his head.

“I mean- basically, yeah,” Yakko nodded.

“I’d get to be a princess?” Dot beamed.

“Well- yes, but it’s a lot more than just fancy dresses and a castle,” Yakko warned.

“What do you mean?” She frowned.

“Well, for starters, it’d mean we’d have responsibilities, and big ones. We’d have to make sure to take good care of Warnerstock, and it’s citizens,” He explained.

“Psh, we can do that,” Wakko blew it off.

“Oh? And what makes you so confident?” Yakko raised an eyebrow.

“You’ve taken care of us two for six years now, and you’ve done just fine,” Wakko said plainly.

“Yeah right, you two almost died countless times,” Yakko rolled his eyes, but decided not to get into.

“A whole kingdom is a lot more than just two people,” Yakko said.

“How would the people even know we’re the heirs to the throne?” Dot tilted her head.

“Outside of looks? The hospital has our birth certificates,” Yakko said. “They’re signed by our parents and everything.”

Wakko and Dot blinked.

“Can we see them?” Wakko asked.

“Uh- okay,” Yakko nodded and asked for the nurse to bring them over. She did, and Yakko handed them to his siblings, surprised to see how much they captivated them.

“Wow- my name is really long written down,” Dot remarked.

“Well yeah, what else did you expect Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca III?” Yakko joked.

“I honestly have no idea how you remember it all. I get them all mixed up,” Wakko commented.

“Yeah, your name is nice and short, Wakkorotti,” Dot teased.

“Dad’s handwriting was really neat and curly,” Wakko said, tracing the cursive with his finger.

“That’s because it’s cursive and he was trained in calligraphy,” Yakko explained. “Which- if we decided to claim the throne- would be one of our responsibilities.”

“I wanna learn how to write curly letters!” Dot bounced up and down before wincing.

“Take it easy Dot, no need to overexurt yourself. Dont’ forget you’re still recovering,” Yakko warned.

“What else would we do?” Wakko asked.

“Well... we’d make laws, sign treaties, keep people safe and happy, throw parties, and take a lot of classes that will probably be really boring for things like maners and such,” Yakko tried to recall what he could of his past for reference, but very little came up.

“Would we still be together?” Dot asked. quieter.

“Of course,” Yakko frowned with concern. “I’d never let them separate us.”

“We’d get a big fancy castle? With nice warm beds? And warm food?” Wakko quizzed. Yakko nodded.

“O-of course, but it’s not that simple Wakko,” Yakko said, frustrated his worries weren’t getting through.

“Then I don’t see what the problem is. Sign me up,” Wakko officially declared his support of reclaiming the throne.

“Me too!” Dot agreed, and declared her support as well.

“Well- I-... okay,” Yakko rubbed the bridge of his nose. In truth, he knew his siblings would be estatic about hearing that they could become royalty again, and that he’d be the only one with any problems.

Well, he promised he’d listen and ask them, and that he did.

“If you guys are one hundred percent sure then... I’m sure too. Let’s go reclaim the throne... however you do that.”

.o0o.

After about a week of planning, they had finally done it. Salazar was gone and was never, ever coming back, Yakko made sure of that.

He was amused by how scared the king had looked, knowing that he had been beaten by literal children. It was pathetic really, but Yakko enjoyed kicking him out nonetheless. After all, now he’d be rotting a cell for the rest of time. Yakko could finally rest easy about that.

However, as he watched people redecorate the castle around him to become more and more like he remembered, he couldn’t help but feel like a ghost, viewing things that had once been. He had been dazed as he watched old tapestries get hung, and he had been left speechless when they asked for suggestions on flowers or colors.

Thank god he had Wakko and Dot, otherwise he wasn’t sure he’d be able to do this.

Yakko smiled softly. Wakko and Dot had been so excited during the whole ordeal, only getting sad when they had to say goodbye to Acme Falls. They loved their new rooms (though they always ended up sleeping in Yakko’s room out of habit) and all the foods and dressing up and preparation for their corination.

Oh god, their corination was today. Yakko was standing and getting his pants fitted for the ceremony which was in an hour. He was wearing a crown.

He still couldn’t believe any of this was happening.

“Now... how does that feel?” One of the seamstresses asked him, stepping back and giving him a good look up and down.

“Feels weird to have pants that fit,” Yakko snorted, but admired himself in the mirror.

He looked regal, almost. If he smiled and puffed out his chest, he looked like the epitome of confidence and charm. Thank god, he needed that or else everyone was going to realize he was just a scared kid.

“But I like it. It looks great, thank you so much,” Yakko smiled and nodded at her. He then stepped down and decided to go looking for his sibs, noticing it had been awhile since he had seen them and he needed to make sure they hadn’t destroyed anything.

“Yakko! These halls are so long, and really good for racing!” Dot said, nearly crashing into him as he turned the corner to see them.

“Dot, what did I say about running around? You’re still recovering, take it easy,” Yakko shook his head and chuckled. As much as he warned against it, it filled him with joy to see her running around like a little kid again. After all, it had been over a year since she had been healthy.

“Lame,” Wakko rolled his eyes as he slowed down to join them. Yakko copied his motion as he scooped Dot up in his arms.

“So, what’re you two doing in this hall? I think this is the one part of the castle I haven’t seen yet,” Yakko said.

“A bunch of old art and stuff. The maid ladies said they haven’t decided where to put them up yet,” Wakko said, catching his breath.

“Really? I thought I’d seen it all by now,” Yakko commented, now wanting to see them. Dot bobbed her head.

“Oh yeah! They’re a bunch of old dresses and suits and stuff too, though a lot of them are really dirty,” She remarked. Yakko furrowed his eyebrows, not knowing what to think, as he started walking.

As he walked, he noticed a lot of the furtinture in this hall was covered in while cloth, so he set Dot down and pulled them off before snorting.

He remembered this one. It was a painting of an orchard from one of his Dad’s stories. It had been about a knight returning to his home village after years of being away, and falling for his childhood sweetheart before having to defeat a giant and saving the day for everyone. His father’s words had been so descriptive and precise, Yakko could recognize the painting in a flash. He was pretty sure it had been a birthday present to him when he was seven, though paintings were hardly what he’d consider a proper gift for a seven year old.

Still. It felt nice to see it again.

“What’s that? Who painted it?” Dot asked.

“It’s a painting from one of Dad’s old stories. I’m pretty sure the royal artist did it... Pappy... Pabby... I don’t remember his name,” Yakko shrugged, not caring.

“Can we have a royal painter? I wanna get a portrait done of me. Cuteness like this should be preserved,” Dot posed in her big pink dress.

“I’ll think about it,” Yakko snickered, before moving to one that was much bigger than the others. Tilting his head, he pulled off the heavy cloth and took a step back as a layer of dust got into the air. After coughing and clearing the air, he looked at it and his body froze.

“Woah, so realistic,” Wakko remarked, wanting to touch it.

“Who are those people?” Dot tilted her head.

“Th-thats... th-that’s them,” Yakko said, unable to take his eyes off of it.

It was a portrait of them, their whole family. It had been done a few weeks before the attack, and Yakko had never gotten to see the final product. But here it was- and it was so... so lifelike. Yakko wanted to reach out to it and touch it, hoping that he could feel his mother’s soft gloves and or his father’s fur cape.

“Them?” Dot looked up at him. Yakko gulped hard.

“M-mom and Dad,” he struggled to say.

“Why are you shaking?” Dot asked. Yakko paused. He hadn’t noticed he was.

“S-sorry sibs... it’s just... It’s really, really lifelike,” Yakko shook his head, trying to force himself out of the trance. “I can’t believe it survived. There’s no way any portraits of them should’ve made it. Most of them were burned or torn to pieces.”

“Wow... that’s what they looked like?” Dot asked, looking at it closer. Wakko nodded.

“I only have one or two memories of Mum and Dad, but that’s them alright,” Wakko smiled a little, and Yakko wrapped an arm around him, before feeling himself start to shake again.

“Oh god- what am I doing?” Yakko let go and took a step away from Wakko. His sibs looked back at him, equal parts concerned and confused.

“I-i should be happy to see that a painting of them survived. I-i... I’ve missed seeing their faces a lot. B-but here I am, shaking like some idiot,” Yakko ran his fingers through his hair. He tried to gain control of his breath as he looked in the eyes of his parents in the painting, and felt another wave of emotions go down his spine.

“I-i just... seeing them again, I-i...” Yakko tried to analyze his feelings, but it was proving to be very difficult.

“It’s hard?” Wakko suggested. Yakko nodded slightly.

“Y-yeah...” He sighed. “They just... they look so... regal. In control. They always knew what they were doing. They knew just how to protect us. No matter what happened, they had a plan to keep us safe, even if that ended up costing them,” He said, crossing his arms, as he felt guilt crawl into his throat and his eyes begin to fill with tears.

“I just... I don’t think I’ll ever be able to match up to them,” He admitted, feeling a rogue tear escape.

“God, I’m turning into such a cry baby,” Yakko muttered and wiped his eyes.

“There’s no shame in crying, Yakko,” Dot frowned. “You should know that. You’ve told me all the time.”

“Yeah, it’s okay,” Wakko said, stepping closer, clearly wanting to hug him.

“Of course you two would say that,” Yakko sniffled, laughing a little.

“Of course we would, we love you,” Wakko said, running to hug him. “And I know Mum and Dad loved you too.”

“I-I’m sure if they were around, they’d be proud Yakko. I mean- look at you. Somehow, you kept me and Wakko alive in Acme Falls for six years, and you’ve kept us safe and gave us food and protection, all while putting on a brave face to keep us happy,” Dot pointed out, joining the hug. “That’s incredibly brave and regal, if you asked me.”

Yakko patted her head softly. “Thanks sis.” Dot just smiled in return. Taking in a deep breath, Yakko tried to regain his composure.

“You know... I’m really lucky to have you two,” Yakko said, and he meant it. He couldn’t imagine how his life would be if he didn’t have Dot or Wakko with him, especially right in this moment.

“Really?” Wakko asked, his tongue now sticking out, as it so often did.

“Of course,” Yakko ruffled his fur. “You two are honestly the best siblings and co-rulers a prince such as myself could ask for,” Yakko smiled.

“Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself,” Dot winked at him. Yakko snorted.

“Seriously though, I couldn’t imagine doing this without you guys. You guys are probably the only thing keeping me sane right now,” He said, only half joking.

“It’s okay Yakko, we aren’t going anywhere,” Wakko laughed a little.

“Yeah! We’re a team, we all agreed on that. You’re never gonna have to worry about being alone ever again,” Dot said with a big smile.

“Good,” He said, hugging the two of them a little bit closer as he wiped away another tear. With a breath, he looked at his watch and gasped.

“Brain is gonna kill us if we’re late, we have to hurry. It’s almost time,” Yakko said, and Wakko and Dot nodded.

“You gonna be okay?” Wakko asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay,” He nodded. “I got the best team ever. And if all else fails, I’ll improvise a little, that’s always worked out, right?” He said, in reference to the speech he was going to have to make to the kingom. He had written cue cards, but in all honesty he thought those ideas were garbage and he’d figure it out when he got there, which was probably a terrible idea, but if he could improvise a way to keep the three of them from being killed by Salazar, he could probably improvise an acceptance speech to the kingdom.

“We believe in you,” Wakko and Dot gave him big thumbs up.

“You two are dorks. Go finish getting ready, I’ll be there in a minute,” Yakko said. Wakko and Dot nodded, scurrying off to get some final touches done (mostly redoing their hair since they had just spent goodness knew how long running around).

Once they disappeared, Yakko sighed and turned back to the portrait.

“H-hi Mom... Hi Dad,” He gulped.

“I-it’s me. Yakko. I-i don’t know if you recognize me, it’s been a while since you’ve seen me,” He said, cringing at how stupid he must’ve sounded. Still, he felt... better talking to them, so he continued.

“I-i just want to say... thanks. For everything. You’ve left some really big shoes to fill- well... not shoes exactly, we’ve never really worn shoes, but... you know,” He joked.

“And I just... thanks for giving me Wakko and Dot. Seriously. If you were still here, you’d be so proud of them, I just know it,” He said.

“I wasn’t kidding earlier: I really don’t know if I could’ve made it this far without them... They’re so much like you two in so many ways, you’d be surprised. Dot as your kindness and your strength, while Wakko has your optimism and your courage...” Yakko smiled weakly.

“I guess despite everything, we did turn out okay,“ He said, feeling a wave of comfort and relaxation wash over him.

Despite all the hell they had been through, they were okay, and right where they were always supposed to be.

Yakko had done a good job after all. He truly had kept his promise to his mother. He had protected and watched over them and kept them safe and sound.

“Yakko! Brain said to come and get you before he kills you!” Wakko called from the other end of the hall.

“Be right there!” He replied, before returning to the painting.

“I miss you a lot... but it’s okay now. I’m okay,” He said.

“I have my sibs, and no one is ever going to separate us ever again. Not even death itself.”

Yakko took a deep breath and smiled. “I have to go now... but I’m sure I’ll be back. I just gotta go rule a kingdom, I’m sure you understand,” He joked, before shaking his head. He waved goodbye to the painting and ran to go join his siblings at the tower where the balcony where they were going to give their speech was.

“You two ready?” Yakko asked, adjusting his cape.

“Born ready,” Dot gave a toothy grin. Yakko snorted.

“Ready to go when you are Yakko,” Wakko grinned as well.

“Are you ready Yakko?” Brain asked.

“With a team like this? Of course,” Yakko nodded at the mouse. Brain accepted the corny response, nodding at a guard, who them opened the doors wide.

Yakko then held Wakko and Dot’s hands and gave them a tight squeeze, before together, they stepped out into the rest of their lives, secure in the fact that no matter what life threw at them next, they’d always have each other.

Always.

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#animaniacs #yakko wakko and dot #my fics #wakkos wish #angst #family feels #fluff #yakko warner #wakko warner #dot warner #Wakko's Wish collection #long post #jeez this one took forever to write #like- wowza #im exhausted #hopefully its good tho

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mindofharry · 5 years ago

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bambi

in which y/n has a son, and harry calls him bambi.

fluff <33 fluff <33 fluff <33 feedback is welcome as always !! 🥺🥺🥺

the snow was coming down hard on y/n’s car, making her quite nervous - her son, lennon, didn’t seem to care, giggling everytime his mother winced. snow was quite unusual in england. of course they got bad weather - rain, fog, really cold days, the occasional storm with thunder and lightning. but never snow. y/n was sure she was lennon’s age - 5 when it last snowed this much. they’ve had maybe an hour of snow a couple times over the years, but it’s always been too wet to stick. but this time most people were out of work and every child was out of school, and y/n’s not one for going out side her comfort zone, with driving, but harry had invited them stay the week. and of course lennon wasn’t letting her say no that.

harry and y/n met 2 years ago. y/n was a girls trip for a week - in la. she was not enjoying herself. it was the first time she’d left lennon alone for this long and she just wasn’t the partying girl now - or really ever. so while her friends were shopping for their night out she went to a cafe that was constantly raved about by her american family and friends. the beach wood cafe. it was quiet and calm, and the baristas were very nice. and let’s not forget the tea she had, the most amazing one she’d ever have - only because it was payed for by the harry styles - but that’s just a minor detail.

the week she spent in la was mostly spent with harry, going to dinner, watching movies, going to the beach and the rest his history.

when y/n told him about lennon, she was beyond scared. she had met men and women who she thought were the one - until they found out she had a child. but harry was ecstatic. he loved kids and he liked y/n a lot. and being a single parent is something to be proud of - y/n raised a kid by herself for the most part. she was only 18 when she fell pregnant. if harry was in her shoes he wouldn’t know what to do. other than his sister and his mum - she was the most bravest woman he’d ever met. and he tells her that everyday. along with how sexy she looks in mom jeans.

“when are we at arry’s house mama” lennon asking looking up from his ipad. y/n smiled to herself the anxiety easing away a little. lennon has trouble pronouncing the letter h. so house would be ouse and of course harry would be arry - it’s honestly the cutest thing and harry loves it.

“soon baby. see it’s snowing a lot, bud, so we have to be careful” y/n grinned briefly looking up to her mirror and seeing her son nod. “we’ll be there before you know it, lennbug” she promised and he nodded turning back to his ipad. y/n always wondered how he never got car sick - and he was never sick much as a baby either. she definitely got lucky with lennon. he never got sick, never got in trouble - of course he threw a few tantrums here and there but he was overall a really kind and mature 6 year old. and wise beyond his years, anne, harry’s mother said. lennon could tell you facts about any topic. how he knew stuff like that was beyond y/n - she was more creative in school and his dad was, let’s just say more interested in weed then books.

“i miss arry mama” lennon pouted, speaking up after a few minutes of silence. y/n pouted as well “well guess what?” she paused “we’re right outside his house, my love” she finished giggling when lennon wiggled around in his car seat trying to escape.

y/n pulled into the driveway already seeing harry leaning against his front door, he had a hot coco in one hand and his phone in the other. harry grinned immediately when he saw his little family pull up into his garden. the minute lennon warmed up to harry (which was very quickly) harry started calling them his little family. and hopefully he could start calling lennon his son officially.

“arry!” lennon squealed running up to harry with his small arms wide open. “careful bambi, don’t want you falling again” harry reminded putting his mug on the ground opening his arms to lift lennon up. he rested lennon on his hip walking out to carry one of y/n’s bags. he was greeted with a small smile and peck to the lips. “hi” he whispered and she grinned kissing his lips again “hi”

“come on, bambi. let’s go listen to some joni mitchell”

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Falling into Place--Calum Hood (part V soulmate!au) Final

A/N: this has been a long time coming. Thank you to those who have read and been patient with me while I finished this. This is my first soulmate!au and I enjoyed every minute of it. Please let me know what you think :)

Word Count: 8.5k

Warnings: mentions of TBI (traumatic brain injury) and PTA (post traumatic amnesia) after a concussion, mention of car accident, angst, mentions of smut

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Masterlist

The Click || Measured in Moments || Fractures || Against All Odds

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It’s been a week since Rose has woken up, a week since Calum’s light was restored and destroyed by three little words. Who is he replays on a loop in his head every second of the day. He thinks of that day while he gets ready to head to the hospital, he’s been staying at home during the nights since Rose woke up. It’s easier for her but harder for him.

He lets the hot water fall over him as he remembers the moments after Rose asked who he was.

Dr. Robbins pulled him quickly from the room talking about how Rose has PTA and Calum’s confused by the letters associated with a club of parents at schools.

“It’s Post Traumatic Amnesia, there’s no telling how long it will last but is very common in patients who have been in a coma for so long,” she explained kindly.

“What does that mean exactly?” he asked.

“Rose is in a state of confusion, she’s very disoriented. When we get back in there I’m going to ask her simple questions like her name, how old she is and who the President is. This paired with her traumatic brain injury is going to be very difficult for Rose. I need you to be calm for her and not stress her out, she’s under enough as it is.”

“But…she doesn’t remember me,” Calum stressed, brown eyes befuddled.

“Sometimes that happens, her memory should return but for right now we need to focus on her walking in therapy after we remove the fixator and continue to ask her questions to try and refresh her memory.”

When they went back into the room, Rose’s eyes still fearful and apprehensive, Dr. Robbins asked her the questions aforementioned and Rose answered easily. Her eyes lingered to Calum.

“Can you try and tell me what the last thing you remember is? If you can’t, that’s okay,” Dr. Robbins assured her.

Rose’s brows furrowed as she played with the fluffy fabric of her blanket. “I remember driving…and it was raining and…” her brows furrowed more then lifted to look at Dr. Robbins. “That’s all I remember.”

“Okay,” Dr. Robbins smiled warmly, “let’s get this off of you now, hm?”

Calum stands in the corner of the PT room where Rose practices walking with her crutches. Her arms shook at her first attempt of walking with the aids and Calum desperately wanted to help her but kept his distance. Dr. Robbins had to continually remind him to give her a medium berth since she doesn’t know who he is.

They were distant while she was asleep but now that she’s here he’s never felt so far apart. She’s right within reach and he can’t touch her, hold her.

“That’s good, Rose!” Anna, the PT nurse who’s helping her praises. “Let’s do a couple more lengths and you can go back to the room where Jane and Dr. Robbins will explain the discharge procedure.”

Calum chews on the corner of his thumb, silently cheering his girl on as she continues to hobble across the room. Her determination and stubbornness hasn’t left which is good. Rose is still Rose, the part that loves and knows him just needs a moment to catch up.

After discharge procedures were explained, the nurses and other staff members that helped Rose and provided comfort to Calum, all came to say goodbye to her with a large bouquet of flowers. She was hugged by many before being helped into her wheelchair that Calum would use to wheel her down to his car. Jane would accompany them by carrying the crutches.

While walking down the halls, her flowers in her lap, Calum wanted to bend down and kiss the top of her head. He wanted to find her rose and rainwater smell, something to ease his mind but he held himself back. His knuckles turned white from squeezing the handles so hard.

The car ride is silent as she gazes out the window, her hands lay perfectly still in her lap. Thankfully, the traffic wasn’t bad, so they arrived home in record time.

“Um, I don’t know if you remember but we do have two dogs, Duke and Honey,” Calum informs her. “I’m sure they’ll be excited to see you when we head in.”

“Oh. Okay,” she nods.

He stares at her for a moment, waiting for something more but when nothing comes he gets out of the car and grabs her crutches. He helps her from the car, making sure the crutches are in the right spot then leads the way to the front door.

When he opens the door, they’re greeted by a loud “WELCOME HOME, ROSE!” and thunderous claps. Unbeknownst to him, all of their friends are there with a large banner above their heads for her homecoming. Ashton and Ruby, Michael and Crystal, Luke, and Mali all wore smiles and then the dogs scampered across the floor. Calum stares in shock because he hasn’t had a chance to tell them about Rose’s current state of mind.

Duke and Honey sniffed at Calum and Rose’s legs, smelling hospital but still smelling that they’re family. Calum can feel Rose’s anxiety rising, he sees it in her eyes as she cowers behind him staring at people she loves but doesn’t recognize right now. When she grasps his hand tightly he’s filled with a mixture of happiness that she reached for him but then also sadness because it means something different to her. He’s only a familiar face to her right now because he’s been with her at the hospital.

“Uh, thanks everyone,” Calum clears his throat. “Rose is a little tired and can’t be on her foot too long so I’m going to get her settled.” He turns to her ducking his head near her ear. “It’s all right, you’re safe,” he whispers.

He gives Ashton a look then rests his hand on the small of her back while everyone else is confused at their quick departure.

“Do I know all of those people?” she asks once he’s got her settled in bed.

“They’re our friends,” he smiles sadly. “They don’t know about your amnesia but I’ll them now so they can leave.”

“Okay. I’m…sorry I don’t…remember.” Her brows furrow and she shakes her head. Dr. Robbins said her speech would be a little difficult at times and to be patient.

He has all the patience in the world for her.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, baby—Rose,” he quickly catches himself from using a pet name. He’s itching to reach out to her and comfort her, place his hand on her cheek, kiss her hair; but he doesn’t want to push too much when she feels so lost.

“Can the dogs…stay?”

He smiles then pats his hand on the bed for the dogs to jump up on. They immediately crowd her in snuggles, Duke licks her chin and Honey rests her head on her tummy. Rose smiles and pets them both, her anxiety lessening.

He’s met with confused expressions and a thousand questions as he returns back to the living room. Ashton is at the forefront of it all, his eyes full of concern. Calum explains about her PTA, that she doesn’t recognize him or any of them, and his hopes that it will go away soon. Ruby and Mali cry at the bit of news and the guys are deflated.

“She doesn’t remember you at all?” Crystal frowns.

“No. She knows my name. Dr. Robbins and I have told her we’re engaged but…she’s just really lost right now. Her brain needs more time to catch up.”

“What can we do?” Ruby asks touching Ashton’s arm, her motion including them as a unit. As one.

“For now, go home I guess,” Calum shrugs then sighs. The day’s events are catching up to him. “I’m sorry you guys went through all this trouble. When she’s herself again we’ll have another party, okay?”

“Do you want one of us to stay?” Luke asks.

“I don’t want to overstimulate her. It’s been a tough day.”

The girls give him long hugs before leaving and the guys squeeze his shoulder before exiting the house. Calum collapses onto the couch then pulls her engagement ring out of his pocket. It winks in the light as if mocking him. At the hospital she gave it back to him explaining how she didn’t want it to fall off her thin finger, but it broke his heart all the same.

Calum stays in the guest bed that night and every night after. Both of them don’t sleep that well the first few days. He wants to be with her, and she feels lost in a new unfamiliar place. He’s stressed and she’s stressed. He’s taken up making all of their meals and helps her walk with her crutches.

It’s hard for her to form sentences and she’ll have random bouts of anger in activities that she’s doing. The days mull into one another, it’s as if they’re in a snow globe constantly waiting for the snow to settle. But they’re muddled.

Calum remains very patient with her and takes her to physical therapy and speech therapy and eventually her cast is removed, and she has a boot. He can tell how happy it makes her that she no longer needs to use the crutches and can be more mobile on her own.

He continues to be very cautious with her, never wanting to overstep but he also wants to help her in the worst way. It tears him up seeing her this way, how hard she’s trying.

A week after they’ve been home he finds her paging through one of her poetry books and he gets excited that maybe she’s recollecting something. Then she chucks it to the floor.

“What’s wrong, swee—Rose?”

“It’s hard to read,” she huffs. “Anything. But I see these, and I want to read but I can’t.” her lower lip trembles in her frustration and Calum lifts the book from the floor.

“I could read to you if you’d like? I did that in the hospital while you were…you know.”

She nibbles on her lips then nods. “Okay.”

Days continue to roll on by, he reads to her while they have breakfast, while they sit outside or at the beach. She requests to go to the beach a lot. While he reads she stares at the waves, hat and sunglasses perched on her head; the bright sun hurts her eyes. Calum’s noticed how sensitive to the light she’s become so he made sure he keeps the lights dimmed. Sometimes when she walks she needs to lean against the wall or the nearest chair because she gets a little dizzy, too.

While she holds her head, Calum stands near her until it passes. She becomes frustrated trying to remember things, it’s almost as if she’s forcing the memories to come back about Calum. He makes her favorite dishes but sometimes she loses her appetite fairly quickly. She apologizes profusely but Calum assures her it’s fine and that they’ll be in the fridge if she gets hungry again.

When it’s been three weeks since their home arrival, Calum completely forgot about a rooftop performance the band was doing.

“I can see if Mali can come by and keep you company—”

“I’d like to come,” she interrupts. They’re sitting outside after dinner, the dogs at their feet.

“You don’t have to,” he shakes his head, “I don’t want you to get overwhelmed by the commotion of it all.”

“I’ll be okay,” she smiles sweetly, “maybe watching you play will bring back my memory.”

At the performance Calum keeps his gaze on her the whole time, she’s near the back in case she needs a quick getaway. The workers knew of her situation and the fans did as well, he was thankful they respected their distance but noticed a few of them smile and say hello to her quietly.

When they sing ‘Lover of Mine’ he hopes it will spark something in her because it’s her favorite song. She loved the colors mentioned in the song because it reminded her of the colors she and Calum had for each other. When the crowd cheers a little more loudly he sees her jump and plug her hears.

Without thinking, he removes his bass handing it off to the nearest available hands then runs to her. He ignores fans calling his name and someone from management tries to get his attention as well. When he reaches Rose, he ushers her back inside into a quiet place where it’s a little dark, a large potted plant blocks them from view.

“Are you dizzy?” he asks in concern. Her face is scrunched in pain, eyes filling with tears.

“A little.” Her voice is barely above a whisper.

“Look right at me, focus on my eyes,” he instructs kindly bending down so she can look into his eyes. “Does anything else hurt?”

“My ears…”

“Can I?” he asks holding up his hands and she nods, eyes locked on his and he covers her ears to diminish the noise. Her hair is soft, her skin is warm beneath his fingers. Her eyes move rapidly from side to side as her head continues to spin within, then she hesitantly lifts her cool hands over his.

This is the closest contact he’s had with her in months, his heart is beating hard and he wants to hold her closer but refrains. Being this close she smells like his Rose, roses and rainwater. ‘I love you’ dances on his tongue but he bites it down. Her eyes stop shifting from side to side and he removes his hands from her ears, but their fingers intertwine.

“Okay?” he asks rubbing his thumbs over her skin. He’s filled with elation at holding her hands again, small and delicate but they still fit the same in his, perfectly. She nods.

“Can we go home?”

They leave immediately and he sends a quick text to the guys explaining what happened. Rose never lets go of his hand until she needs to get into the car. Since that day she’s been hearing some sort of song playing in her head, tickling at her brain whenever she looks at Calum.

One day he comes home with his hair dyed blond and he finds her in one of his shirts. It’s his MAINE one that he always loved to see her wear because it really brought out her eyes. She’s making herself a cup of cocoa when she turns at his entrance.

“Your hair’s different.”

“Yeah, I uhh…since I’m like a new person to you I thought a new change would be…helpful?” he makes a face realizing how backward it sounds now that he’s said it out loud. “If that makes sense?”

“It does, that’s nice of you,” she gives him a cautious smile.

“You’re in my shirt,” he points not even bothering to hide his smile.

“Oh,” she looks down, face apologetic. “I’m sorry. I found it and it smelled nice. I can change—”

“No! No, it’s okay it just…it makes me happy to see you in it, that’s all.”

She gives him another small smile then points to the Eiffel tower framed photos on the wall.

“I was looking at these…it makes me sad how happy I look but I don’t remember anything…I’m sorry.”

Calum glances to the framed photos then has an idea. “What if I took you on a little trip to our favorite places?”

Their first stop is at The Dainty Dove when he describes their first date. How he made a reservation at the fancier place across the street but in his excitement he forgot the correct time, so they wandered into this place dressed to the nines. She smiled at the telling of it, the words tickled something in her brain but nothing significant enough.

She loves the food they order and sighs in happiness at the sundae.

“This is the best sundae I’ve ever had,” she tells him, her eyes widening.

“It’s our favorite,” he grins scooping up a mixture of ice cream, chocolate sauce and whipped cream. “We always get it and you always eat the cherry.”

She scoops the red fruit on her spoon then pops it in her mouth, Calum laughs at her playfulness.

The next stop on the second day is at the CBS, Theresa already has her drink and cranberry orange muffin ready at the two chairs where they first met. Theresa reintroduced herself but still told Rose how happy she was to see Rose up and about again.

“This is such a nice little place,” Rose smiles looking around at all the books.

“This spot is where we first met,” he smiles, “well, for the second time.”

“Describe it to me?”

So, he told her how the first time they met was by running into each other outside the front door. Their books scattered everywhere and that’s when fate had them switch poetry books. She listens aptly, nibbling at her muffin. He explains how they both read each other’s little notes in books, how they became dizzy when discovering each other’s names.

“Then, we met right here, in these exact chairs. Your cup fell and when our pinkies touched…it was kismet. Everything fell into place and we went up to your place to talk some more and listen to music. And we…”

“What happened next?”

“We shared our first kiss.”

Rose blushes at that and Calum finds that a small victory.

Their next stop on the third day is at the beach where he throws a blanket on the sand and she pulls out their poetry books. He removes his sunglasses from his head placing them over her eyes. They sit next to each other as he begins to read, his voice harmonizing with the waves.

Rose gazes at him as words of love and sexual endeavors spill from his lips. The warm sea breeze ruffles his hair, the blond shining in the sun. she reaches over and cards her fingers through his new hair, he stops reading and goosebumps form on his neck at her touch. It’s so familiar and feels so good, he closes his eyes relishing at feeling her touch.

“I—I’m sorry,” she gasps removing her fingers. “I don’t know why I did that.”

“Don’t be sorry. You used to do it all the time.”

“Do you mind if I do it as you read?”

“Please,” he looks at her, “do it as long as you like.”

He picks up where he left off, that unfamiliar yet familiar tune is back in her head. Each day she’s spent with Calum retelling their life together, the song comes more frequently. It’s a soothing sound that usually comes when she’s stressed or her head kind of hurts. She’s hoping to hear the actual song someday, or maybe she’ll hum the tune to Calum, and he’ll know it.

One day she’s sitting outside with the dogs reading, she’s become better at it as long as she reads slowly. The more she reads the more she improves. When the sun becomes too much for her she heads inside and hears guitar music playing. Following the sound, she finds Calum in a room she hasn’t ventured to yet, he’s sitting on a small couch with a guitar.

Curious, she edges in the room closer, eying up the awards on the wall with pictures of him and the three guys that were here on her first night and he played with on the rooftop. She wonders when the last time he’s seen them was, has he been isolating himself with her as she treks through her muddled brain.

“Sorry, was I playing too loud?” he asks, and the music stops, his fingers smack against the strings to stop their vibrations. “I thought you were outside.”

“I was but the sun got too bright. That was really pretty,” she comments sitting next to him carefully. Being close to him is still new, exciting and frightening all at once. “Can I hear more?”

He nods then starts to play a string of beautiful notes. It’s an entire song that makes her reminiscent of something she can’t put her finger on. It brings tears to her eyes, the sound and the lost memories it unpacks.

“What if I never remember anything?” she whispers when he finishes the song. “I feel like I’m in someone else’s body. I see my face in pictures all over the place here and in my phone with you…and all those people…but when I look in the mirror I don’t know who I am. It’s not fair. And it’s not fair to you, Calum,” she turns to him now. His brown eyes are steady on her as she continues. “I can tell you loved—love me very much but I’m like a ghost of that person…of me. None of this makes sense. I’m so sorry.”

She’s full on crying now, tears falling down her cheeks like fallen stars shimmering on her skin. Calum pulls her to his chest, the thought of boundaries gone from his mind. His Rose, his soulmate, his one love is upset, lost, and confused and he wants to aid her in comfort the best he can. She cries into his chest, tears staining his shirt as he brushes her hair down her back.

Hesitantly, he kisses the top of her head. Her sweet floral smell makes him feel like home.

“I can’t even imagine how overwhelming this all is for you,” he murmurs in her ear. He makes sure not to speak too fast. Lately it’s been hard for her to follow along if someone speaks too quickly, she hasn’t watched tv in a few days because it made her head hurt. “And I know you probably feel alone but you aren’t, okay? I’m here with you every step of the way. I’ll never give up on you, Rosie. I promise you that.”

“It’s all so scary.”

“I know,” he squeezes her against him. “It’s scary for me, too, but we’re in this together, yeah?” her small frame trembles against him and he drapes a blanket over her from the back of the couch. “Why don’t you take a nap and I’ll make you some dinner when you wake up?”

“Please, don’t go,” she clutches onto his shirt tightly and his heart flips.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Yes…stay with me?”

Calum lays back gently, lifting his legs on the couch and Rose does the same, her body fitting along his like she was always meant to be alongside him. They adjust until she’s laid perfectly on top of him, her arm hugs his stomach while his are wrapped around her back. He combs his fingers through her hair, she takes a deep breath finally letting her body relax.

“I’ll always stay with you.”

They fall asleep together, their breaths and their hearts syncing up in perfect harmony with each other. His yellow glow and her red pulse together into their own rhythm. Their colors haven’t really glowed since that first time she woke up, but it seems something is changing now.

Almost a month and a half has passed since Rose has come home. When a long peal of thunder cracks the earth and shakes the house, she’s jolted awake in fright. Duke and Honey yip at the noise, she pets their fur in reassurance but when another shot cracks, she’s scrambling out of bed to turn on the light.

Somehow the dim glow makes her feel better as rain thrashes against the window then she spots something peeking from behind a framed photo of her and Calum. From her “past life” in the photo they were on a boat with the sea shown behind them. She’s kissing his cheek and they’re both smiling in the photo.

Rose shifts the frame carefully then sees a small black book that has golden words engraved on the cover in a language she doesn’t know. Was she bilingual before her accident?

Curious, she picks up the book and reads through all the poems, songs, and small paragraphs about her, to her, for her from Calum. As she reads, the music she’s been hearing in her head becomes louder and louder as she reads every word until she reaches the final page.

“No amount of words will convey my love for you, but I’ll never stop writing of the love we have. It has powers to cross the deepest oceans, withstand any storm and shines brighter than the sun. you’re my light, my life, my one love, and my soulmate. I will follow you to the ends of the earth. I have to ask you something, so look up at me with those beautiful eyes you have, sweetheart…”

Rose gasps.

Everything flashes into her mind all at once, the song only increasing as she sees each pivotal moment shared with Calum; that first collision outside the CBS, when their pinkies touched, their first kiss, the first time they made love, when they said ‘I love you’ and when their glow transcended into true form. The song in her head was sonorous, creating the montage in her mind of her and Calum’s love suddenly had a name to it.

It’s Moonlight Serenade by Frank Sinatra, their song that played at their first date, the song that played while they kissed in her apartment. The song that became a part of them, that helped define their love. Calum proposed to her right at the foot of the bed, she looks down and doesn’t see the ring on her finger then the accident shifts into focus.

She closes her eyes, the phantom noises of the collision echo in her mind while the song continues to play. The shattering of glass, tires squealing, and the way her world flipped upside down numerous times. She remembers seeing Calum’s face, chanting his name as something cold hits her face. When a deep voice said his name, her whole world went black.

The cloud she’s been under is clearing as she remembers everything. After the accident she could hear his voice, it was very soft and distant, like she was underwater but couldn’t quite reach the surface. His voice soothed her as she floated along the water trying to reach him.

Her days in the hospital after she woke up swirled into focus, the party with all of her friends and the fear she had of not recognizing them. Each touch Calum has given her, his warm brown eyes boring into hers while they were on that rooftop performance, her fingers in his hair—his hair! He dyed it and now she has to see it for herself again.

Rose opens the door quietly but instead of going into the guest room where Calum has been sleeping—it makes her sad when she realizes how long it’s really been since they’ve been in close proximity with each other—she moves to the living room. The record player is shut when she switches on a lamp and is happy to find the record she wants is already placed inside. ‘Moonlight Serenade’ stares up at her as she turns on the machine, she spins the volume dial all the way up. It hurts her ears a little at first, but she hums along with the song that has been in her head for days and waits.

Calum comes rushing out, his blond hair sticking up in all directions, his basketball shorts hanging low on his hips and his necklaces are perched nicely over his collarbones.

“What’s the matter? Are you okay? Is it the storm? You don’t like storms,” he shakes his head, his voice thick of sleep and he moves to the record player. He turns the knob down then hears the song that’s playing. “This is—”

“It’s our song, Cal,” Rose says quietly, her voice shakes. He turns around slowly, his mouth open and his eyes widening.

“How do you know that?”

“We danced to it in my living room after our first date and we were wet from the rain that drove us out of the park for that jazz concert. We missed our reservation by an hour and ended up at The Dainty Dove where we go almost every Friday and Saturday. This song has been in my head all this time, quietly buzzing and stuck until I read the small book you made for me when you proposed.”

She took small steps towards him and he hung onto every word, every memory that was shared between them.

“You remember?” he asks taking a slow step forward.

“I remember everything,” she nods and Calum lurches forward.

He cradles her head in his large warm hands staring into her eyes. He laughs nervously as his thumbs caress her cheeks.

“I told you to be patient with me,” she whispers then he’s kissing her.

Its days missed, his heartbreak, his worry, his fear, his love and gratefulness all rolled into one momentous kiss. She kisses him back with the same passion, her fingers slipping through his so she can remove them from her cheeks and down to her waist. Calum is quick to pull her closer while she links her arms behind his head, fingers threading through his hair.

“Let me see your hair,” she whispers around his lips.

“Later,” he mumbles shaking his head. Their foreheads are touching and with each word spoken their lips brush against one another. “I’ve missed you so much, Rosie.”

“I missed you, too.”

Their tears mix together on each other’s lips, she swipes away at his cheeks and he kisses her thumb.

“Come back to our bed, please?”

They lie tangled up in each other talking softly, catching up on other things that Rose has missed while she’s been absent. When she rubbed the side of her head, Calum knew what that meant and shut the light off, his fingers probed over her head. He sang her to sleep and he finally felt content and at peace when he shut his own eyes.

The next day they went to the beach, she sits between his legs as they watch the waves and boats in the water. Their hands play together, and he kisses her side tenderly. He’s missed holding her in his arms, he never wants to let go.

“Everyone wants to see you, but only if you’re up for it. I know how badly your head still hurts.”

“I want to see them, too,” she sighs. “I want to do so many things, but I know I can’t yet.”

“Like what?”

“I want to be close to you again…I want to write and read…but thinking about it makes me tired.”

“We’ll take it one day at a time, sweetheart,” he kisses her temple again. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know…thank you for all that you did for me. It couldn’t have been easy.”

“No, it wasn’t,” he sighs sadly. She hears the pain in his voice.

“What was it like, for you?” she asks tracing the tattoos on his arms.

“I don’t think you want—”

“Please, honey. I want to know.” She kisses the inside of his wrist, breathes in his warm skin then turns her head so she can look up at him.

“It was like half of me was missing,” he sighs tightening his arms around her as if she were to disappear right into thin air. “It was so hard seeing you like that, so still and hurt. I hated not being able to help you. But I knew you’d come back to me. I felt it, just like I felt when you got into the accident.”

“How do you mean?”

“While I was waiting for you at the venue, I fell over and blacked out for ten minutes. My head hurt and I knew you were in trouble. Then I got the call form the officer who was at the scene. The first few days were the hardest, I couldn’t wrap my head around what happened to you. Then I started reading to you and played your favorite songs and talked to you…it rained nonstop while you were asleep. Then, I had a dream that we were at The Dainty Dove, we were dancing, and you said the rain was coming…”

Calum stops midsentence, he completely forgot about the dream he had before she woke up.

“You dreamt of me? What else did I say?”

“You said…” his brows crease in concentration. “’The rain…it’s coming here. I am too.’ Then you asked me to promise you something and I said anything, and you told me, ‘be patient with me. The rain is coming and I’m in close proximity.’”

The waves crash along the shore creating a peaceful ambience and the softest white noise that Rose can tolerate. She continues tracing designs into his forearm, and he breathes in her rose and rainwater scent that is distinctly her.

“After I read that poem, your eyes opened and so did the sky. I got my sunshine back.”

Rose has her good days and her bad days. Today is a bad day.

Calum watches her surreptitiously from the back of the room, it’s Ashton and Ruby’s engagement party, Calum could tell right away when they woke up there was a storm cloud hovering over Rose. She brushed off his comforting and worrisome advances claiming she’s fine.

She mumbled to herself angrily all day while she did tasks around the house. She turned on her music about four times and on the fifth she shut it off completely. Calum knew she was going through a rough period. Dr. Robbins explained this might happen, it’s common in TBI patients to have bad days where they’re extra sensitive to lights or sounds, making them more prone to migraines or dizziness.

It’s been seven months since her accident and five and a half since she woke up. Calum has become attuned to her emotions very easily and picked up on small things she did. Like now, for instance, she was talking with Mali while twisting her fingers together, a habit she’s formed when things became too much. He really notices that she pays special attention to her ring finger that is still bare of her engagement ring.

With everything else going on, her memory loss, her recovery, and pulling through some episodes, they haven’t had a time to really discuss them. When Rose bites her lip that’s when Calum steps away from the bar to stand next to her. He gives his sister a smile then ducks his head to Rose’s ear.

“Are you all right? We can leave if you want to.”

“I’m fine,” she says tersely, and Mali moves to speak with someone else in attendance. Rose exhales leaning against Calum, he holds onto her waist and kisses her cheek. “I don’t want to go before Ashton has said his speech.”

“I can tell you’re uncomfortable,” he turns her face towards his with his finger under her chin, “if something hurts, tell me.”

“Nothing—all right, my head hurts,” she sighs after the look he gives her. “But I don’t want to go and have people pity me because of my…injury. I don’t want to miss out on more things.”

“Sweetheart…”

“I promise, as soon as Ashton’s done with his speech, we’ll go,” she promises cupping his cheek. She leans up to give him a soft kiss. “But stay close.”

“Always,” he grins nuzzling his nose against hers.

It isn’t until almost two hours later when Ashton makes his ‘thank you’ speech. Calum is practically chomping at the bit as they waited. When Ashton finished, Calum was quick to tell everyone goodbye towing Rose to their car.

Once in the car he turned the volume down on the radio and held her hand.

“Can you turn it off, please?” she asks softly. He obliges quickly pushing the button then slips his hand back in hers.

“How bad?” he asks.

“Spinning…a little.”

Calum goes silent for the rest of the ride; he knows the more he talks the more it upsets her when her head spins and the constant chatter of the party probably didn’t help. She explained it once that his words jumbled together and seemed foreign, none of it made sense. He rubs his thumb over her skin the whole drive, listening to her breathing and thinking of going away somewhere, just the two of them.

Once home, he sits her down in their bedroom and lets the dogs outside the sliding doors along their wall then grabs a suitcase from the closet.

“Where are you going?” she asks as he starts shoveling clothes in his case.

“We are going away for the weekend.”

“It’s Wednesday.”

“Okay, we’re going away for a long weekend,” he grins then grabs some of her clothes.

“Why?”

“Because I think it’d be good if we both got away from all of this…noise. I already talked with Dr. Robbins and she said it sounds like a good idea.”

“When did you ask her that?”

“The last time we saw her.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

He drops a pair of her leggings in defeat, his eyes meet hers and he can’t read her expression. Is she teasing?

“I’ll try to convince you then, I guess. You really don’t want to get away for a while?”

“How would you convince me?” she gives him a teasing smile and he relaxes.

He kneels in front of her, cradling her face in his hands. “I’m not going to tell you where we’re going but it’s secluded, and we can bring the dogs and it will be just you and me— “he pecks her lips”’—alone.” Another peck. “No distractions.”

Another peck to her lips that turns into something longer, his fingers comb through her hair while hers clasp around his wrists. Both of them are held captive by the other in more ways than one. He pulls away before it goes too far, he doesn’t want to push her, and she pouts while he finishes packing their backs. She watches him dazedly, her heart hammering, lips tingling.

“Are we leaving early in the morning?”

“Nope, as soon as I’m done here. I know you don’t like the early mornings, so you can sleep on the way.”

“You’ll get too tired.”

“I’ll be fine, Rosie. I promise.”

Calum took her away to the mountains in a cottage surrounded by snow and fir trees. Rose grew up with the snow and she missed it terribly. When she’d bring it up she would talk about the fun times she had in winter, making snowmen, sledding, having hot cocoa while snuggling up to the fireplace.

When he asked Dr. Robbins about the trip he assured her they wouldn’t fly and that he’d continue her physical and speech therapy during the evenings. Dr. Robbins thought it was a wonderful idea, someplace a little isolated and a little cooler would be very beneficial to Rose’s healing and gave the okay to travel.

They arrived around nine a.m. in the snowy tundra town of Walden, a picture-perfect town like from a movie. Rose ogles at the little shops and restaurants along the main road. After unpacking at the cottage, they lazed around until dinner time where they went to a nice restaurant with excellent steak. The lighting was dimmed which helped Rose and she couldn’t stop smiling.

Back at the cottage they made hot chocolate and sat out on the patio with a large fluffy blanket staring at the stars. When Rose fell asleep on him he carefully carried her to their king-sized bed where they both had a restful night’s sleep.

The next day after a late breakfast they took the dogs for a walk through the snow-covered town until it became too much for Rose; the cold turned bitter and started to give her a headache. She went to lay down for a while as Calum started dinner then ultimately ended up falling asleep. Calum woke her with soft kisses to her forehead and cheeks.

“How’s your head?” he asks rubbing her temple.

“It’s more of a dull ache but not too bad,” she smiles sitting up then kisses his cheek.

“How about a bubble bath after dinner?” he asks, and her award-winning smile is answer enough.

When dinner is finished—lemon chicken with green beans and rice—he can sense her anxiety as she’s getting things ready for her bath. He can’t quite place why the anxiety is present, but he turns on his Bluetooth speaker then presses ‘play’ on the playlist he’s created for them with their favorite songs.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart? Do you hurt?” he asks touching her back as she swirls the bubbles around the large tub.

“No, I just…” she stands up, eyes meeting his warily.

“What is it?” he asks feeling her anxiety as his own now.

“I miss being close to you.”

“I’m right here, Rosie,” he smiles.

“No, I mean…Will you…Can…I want you to join me. In the tub.”

They haven’t discussed this part of their relationship since she’s woken up and got her memory back. The main priority has been her recovery, not that he hasn’t thought about it, but her well-being came first. The last time they were intimate with each other was on the night of their engagement, a week and a half before her accident.

Dr. Robbins mentioned that any sexual activity might trigger her TBI, it could be too much for her at one time, but Calum’s missed being close to her as well. He doesn’t want to risk hurting her in any way, she’s been through enough pain. She senses his battle, it’s the same one she’s been having for days.

“We don’t have to do anything; I just want you with me. Is that okay?” her voice is small as she asks, the fear of rejection hangs between them. The thought of him not viewing her as desirable has crossed her mind more times than she’d like.

She has an odd scar on her head from the stitches, her hair is still a little weird from where the doctors shaved it and her leg has scars along her ankle up to her knee.

“That’s more than okay,” he rubs her shoulders trying to assuage her. He feels her anxiety lessen but also feels her heart thump faster.

She turns the water off and he closes the door to keep the draft out, the warmth of the tub is already creeping steam onto the mirror. When he turns around she’s unzipping her hoodies, her fingers trembling as she took her arms from the sleeves. Calum yanks off his own long-sleeved shirt, his gaze never straying from her careful movements as she removed her t-shirt and bra.

At the same time, the pair pull off their pants and underwear. Rose wraps her arms around her torso on instinct.

“No, don’t,” he steps forward pulling her arms apart. She looks up at him, nervousness evident in her deep ocean eyes. He lifts her hands to his mouth so he can kiss her knuckles. “Please. You have no idea how beautiful you are, Rose.”

He kisses her forehead then helps her get into the large tub, he’s quick to follow and sits down first so he can guide her gently down into the water. The music plays softly in the background and he wraps his arms around her, the easiest action in the world. He closes his eyes breathing her in, feeling her skin touch every part of him and sighs in happiness.

“Is this okay?” she asks nervously.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed this—missed you.” He kisses her head.

They sit there for a long time, playing with each other’s fingers or his fingers run over her collarbones then zig zag down her chest. His breathing is shallow, the intimacy of exploring her body is erotic in a warm way as the tips of his fingers brush over her nipples. The red glow of her chest arises, pulsating as their hearts leap at the intimate touches.

Rose sits up, water falling down her naked body as she turns to face him, her face full of longing and passion. In four heartbeats, their lips are on one another’s, her hands grip his shoulders, and he lifts her more onto his lap. He squeezes her close to his body.

“I’ve missed you, too,” she whispers on his mouth then trails her lips down his jaw and to his neck.

He uses this pause to suction kisses to her neck as well her shoulder, but he’s missed her lips most of all so he tilts her head back up so he can kiss her again. Their hands explore each other’s bodies as if it’s the first time. That first time was under a heavy rainstorm, and now, it’s serene as snow falls out the window. It’s as if their love has frozen to something much more touchable. When his fingers move to her hair that’s when she slows his movements.

“Did I hurt you?” he pants, eying her carefully.

“No, I…I know I look different. My scar on my head and all along my leg—”

“You’re perfect just the way you are, Rose. No scar will ever diminish your beauty, inside or out.”

She sniffs, tears welling in her eyes then nods before pecking her lips softly to his. “Will you take me to bed?”

Their love making is slow. He begins by kissing each scar on her leg, stamping his love all over her body and when they finally come together with fingers locked, their chests are glowing. They whisper each other’s names followed by ‘I love you.’ Their glow collides like before but this time it lights up the whole room, filling them both with warmth and drowning them in an eternal sunset as she moans in pleasure.

Afterwards, he makes sure she’s not in any pain or is dizzy. She assures him she’s fine then traces his tattoos with her fingernail.

“I wasn’t in pain, you know,” she tells him as the fire crackles behind them. “When I was in my coma.”

“What do you mean?” his fingers play with the curls in her hair.

“You were with me the whole time…it was like I was in a dream. I knew it wasn’t real, but I felt…safe, with you there. We were always by the ocean, the sand was soft and squishy, like the best bed. It had the best sunrises and sunsets, and the moon took up the whole sky…it was very peaceful.”

“You remember all of that? That’s what you saw while you were in your coma?” he sits up a bit more to look at her clearly.

“Yeah. It felt wrong though. Like I knew it wasn’t real, but I never wanted to leave you. Then it shifted and we were at The Dainty Dove and we were dancing, and I felt myself slipping…and then I was awake.”

“Wow,” Calum falls onto his pillow staring at the ceiling as he processes this information.

“Cal?”

“Hm?”

“Could I…Can I have my ring back?”

His fingers still in her hair, he sucks in a breath then slips out from under her quickly. He pulls out the small box from his luggage, he never left home without it just waiting for the perfect time to place it on her finger again or for her to ask like now. Rose giggles at his speed as he hops on the bed, his naked thighs cause her to roll closer to him. She holds the sheet against her chest then sits up leaning against the headboard. Her fingers try to tame his mussed up blond locks.

Calum takes her hand gently then opens the box. It’s prettier than she remembered and her stomach flips.

“Our love really can cross the deepest oceans—even metaphorical ones like in your dreams—and no one will ever love someone as much as I love you, Rose. You’re my one love, will you marry me?”

“Of course, I will,” she smiles. He slips the ring on her finger, symbolizing a new chapter in their life. This one is a fresh start; it holds more promise and surety in their future together.

One Year Later

Rose twists her wedding band with her diamond ring around her finger as she sets her feet on the plush chair across from her. Her feet have been hurting her a lot more lately, but she doesn’t mind sitting and watching Ashton spin Ruby across the dancefloor. They’ve been husband and wife for exactly three hours and haven’t been away from each other’s arms.

Other people are dancing around them, Rose smiles and waves when Ruby makes eye contact. Rose glances around the room waiting for Calum who arrives upon her thought of him with two glasses of water in his hands. He sets them down on the white cloth in front of her then kisses her cheek.

“Iced water for you, my love,” he says lifting her feet so he can rest them in his lap. He removes her shoes as she splutters on her water.

“What are you doing?! Now I won’t get them back on again!” she complains but then moans quietly as he starts to rub at her heel.

“That’s what I thought,” he winks then continues to rub her sore feet. She leans back against the chair, sighing at how good his thumbs and fingers rub her toes. “I may be biased but I liked our reception better. No shoes, and we got to dance in the sand.”

“You’re completely biased,” she laughs. “Thank you, you have no idea how good that feels.”

“My pleasure. Is our little one enjoying the party?” he asks touching her swollen belly with his other hand.

“Yes, our little one is going to take a long time to fall asleep when we get home.”

“I’ll sing to her.”

“Or him,” she says smugly.

It’s an ongoing debate of whether they’re having a boy or a girl. It’s become a sort of game as they guess who is right, but they love their baby no matter what it is. Calum’s hand trails higher up her leg under the skirt of her dress, his fingers heating up her skin as he moves over the faint scars.

“Hey, watch your hands,” she teases but makes no move to stop him. He gives her a cheeky grin, pinches the side of her thigh, then moves his hand back down to her foot.

“How do you feel?” he asks reaching over to take a drink of water.

“Happy,” she responds then rubs her belly. “Loved. Excited.”

Calum leans over to kiss her softly, murmuring an ‘I love you’ which she reciprocates. The glow in their chests burst forth while the one in her belly also glows.

“Everything has fallen into place.”

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too-much-sunshine · 4 years ago

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Fangs for the Hospitality

Chapter 2

Summary: After Roman leaves his family reunion mad at Remus, his car breaks down. The huge snow storm forces him into the forest hes always been told to stay away from. Who will he meet? And why are they being so nice? Most importantly, why are his teeth so sharp?

A/N: My self-indulgent magic/vampire fic! Let me know if I need to tag something or you wanna be tagged!

Relationship: Familial DAM, Eventual Roceit, Eventual Intrulogical

Warnings (per chapter): Car trouble, Snow storm, very brief talk of death, anxiety, being cold, vague homophobia, Romans family are dicks, Remus too by accident, cursing, rumors, possible panic attack

Catch up!: Master list, Chapter 1

Word Count: 4547

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Roman finally lifted his head off the wheel and looked around his car. He made sure to keep a few things in his car that would help him if he ever needed to stay the night in his car. While looking he heard a voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like Remus called him a worry wart. He shook it off and continued looking around.

After a few minutes of searching for a blanket (he swore was in here somewhere), a loud bang rang out from the front of the car. Roman jumped so high he hit his head on the roof of his car.

“The fuck was that!?” He shouted, higher pitched than he's ever willing to admit. “Come oonnn woorrlld are you really going to make me check my engine now?” He pleaded to any god that would listen.

And almost as if they had heard him, smoke started to cloud from under the hood.

Roman yelped and jumped out of the car. Running to the front hood he placed the backside of his hand to the metal to find it blazing hot.

“How the FUCK does a car start on fire in the middle of a FUCKING SNOW STORM!?” He screamed. And then he screamed again just for the hell of it.

At this point Roman couldn't tell if he was crying or if it was just the melted snow running down his face. His hair was ruined, his suit probably was as well. His shoes were full of snow and it was only starting to snow harder as the moments passed.

Roman huffed another hitching breath as he started to look around. There was no way he could stay in his car tonight. With his luck today it might end with it blowing up in the middle of the night... well more later in the night. Though at this point he considered staying just for the possibility of it actually happening.

Looking around, there was no one anywhere. No houses, no lights, he hasn't even seen a person on this road since he left his old house. On one side of the road was a wide open field where he had pulled off too. The other side was a large, dense forest.

As a kid he was warned to stay away from these woods because many people have gotten lost in them. Remus once dared him to go in, to which Roman said no. Then Remus called him lame and ran away to play somewhere else. There were too many spooky stories for Romans liking. And with Roman overactive imagination he stayed far away from here.

Sure the adults told him that the reason told to stay away was because he could get lost. But Remy once told him that it was really because the forest was magic, and that there were witches, werewolves and vampires in there.

And that story was much more fun so that's what Roman chose to believe as a child.

Now Roman didn't really believe in those stories anymore. It was very much more likely that people just got lost in the forest to never be found again. It is a very big forest and is very thick.

Though at the moment Roman wasn't paying much attention to the forest beside him. The young man was not fit for this kind of weather and it was starting to get to him. He was getting very cold and the wind was not helping. He needed to find help soon. He'd call Remy or Remus but his phone was in his jacket pocket, which he forgot back at the house.

Sucking it up, he realized he would have to walk for a bit to find a house. Maybe they would be nice enough to let him use their phone. He picked the direction he had previously been driving toward, and started to walk. He pulled his arms in close to him and kept a quick pace.

It was very cold. The snow was not letting up and he didn't know how long he would have to be walking. Deciding the best strategy was to try and distract himself, Roman started to think of the creatures that might be in the woods.

‘Maybe,’ Roman thought, ‘There really are werewolves and they are actually really nice. Like what if I stumble upon one and they let me use their phone? Wait...would they even have phones? I don't know their life so maybe. What would I even say to them? Just be like ‘why hello my furry looking friend I seem to be in quite the pickle. Mayhaps you have a phone I could use?’ … No that stupid… They'd probably eat me before then… That's kinda judgmental huh. Maybe they should just eat me. It's not like if I were to actually meet them I could talk to them. I’d be too nervous like I always am with new people… How am I supposed to get home if I even ask for help? Ugg this is dumb…’

Roman kept thinking of random scenarios that might happen if he were to step into the woods. After walking for what felt like an hour, but could have been anywhere from 20 minutes to 3 hours, Roman was freezing cold and shivering violently. The storm was still really bad, but it seemed that the worst had passed.

It also seemed Romans luck was turning around. Roman had spotted a light coming from deep in the forest. It was the only type of man-made thing he had seen in ages so he had no other choice but to step past the threshold, into the thick forest. Before he stepped in he paused and looked in the woods.

He was so cold, and he knew that if he didn't get help soon he was going to freeze.

‘Well,’ He thought, ‘If I die from this, at least it I finally do something cool…’

And with that he stepped into the forest. It was a hard walk. There was no straight path, which distantly Roman thought was odd.

Finally after walking passed a few more trees he emerged on to a great expanse of flat, white snow. Past the flat area, which he realized was a lawn, was an older victorian style house. Much smaller than the mansion Roman grew up in, but much too big to be lining for one person.

Without thinking much, since he couldn't feel his arms or legs anymore, he quickly hobbled up to the door and gave three, light raps.

Roman stood in front of the door, arms around himself barely staying up right. His hair matted down from the snow melting into his hair. But the temperature must have gone up a bit because the snow was starting to turn into a bit of rain.

Roman vaguely realized that the walk through the woods was a lot harsher then he realized. His bowtie was missing and his shirt was barely tucked in anymore. He was a mess. This would never be acceptable dress to meet someone in. He started to shiver more, but possibly for a different reason.

Roman realized that he was still standing on some random porch, in the literal freezing cold and nobody had answered. After a good five minutes more wait, Roman knocked again, but this time he mustered up the rest of his strength and knocked louder. He the went back to waiting. The edges of his vision were going fizzy around the edges. He wished they would open the door and at least tell him to leave rather than make him wait.

Finally, after Roman was just about to walk back into the woods, the door creaked slowly open.

~~~

“Roman! Remus! My boys you made it here safe and sound! Come in come in!” She ushered the boys who were previously shuffling in the doorway trying to keep out of starting the softly falling snow. “How have you both been? I’ve haven't heard from you both in a while.” Though the question was posed at them both, her focus was directed at Remus, even helping him out of his coat. Roman took his coat off himself and draped it on the rack next to Remus’.

“Fantastic as always!. Had a patient the other day, she had quadruplets! All natural it was crazy to see how big she was, and how many babies were in there. All of them delivered with no complications. Three boys and one girl!” Remus responded walking next to his mom talking animatedly.

“Oh that's just wonderful sweetie! I bet all of them were cute as buttons! That poor mother though, four babies. That will be a handful! And that poor baby girl, growing up with three brothers! You know-”

Roman tuned out their conversation as they walked past the kitchen and staircase. The ballroom was down the straight hall from the greeting room to the left. It took about 5 minutes to actually walk there though.

This place was too big in Romans opinion. Even as a young boy he thought this place was too big. Too much much space to fill, though Remus never seemed to have trouble filling it all up for the both of them. Roman preferred reading, writing, or drawing compared to Remus’ brand of destructive entertainment.

Occasionally Remus and Roman would come together and put on small plays for their mother, father, and staff if they were around at the time. Their mother was never super interested but their father always thought it was the best show he has ever seen. Always praising them both for their hard work.

Sometimes, when Remus was out making a mess and Roman was sat drawing, his father would come in and sit with him. Sometimes watching him draw or quietly reading. Roman enjoyed the shared silence, which he was told was quite odd for a child.

Often when Roman was feeling upset or scared he would run to his dad and just ask him to read to him. Which he always gladly did. He would hold Roman close and just read from whatever was closest. This was actually how Roman found he loved plays. His dad and him might read together sometimes and trade off lines, trying to see who could make the other laugh first. Roman wasn't typically the winner of this game either, but he found he never would mind

Even years later, long after their dad disappeared without so much as a note, Roman looked back at those memories very fondly. He hasn't changed much since he was young. Not talking unless he had something to share. Most called him quite, but he wasn't always. It just took a reason to get him to speak up, and he often found there wasn't much that could do so.

Soon enough Roman was pulled from his memories as they made it to the ballroom where it seems that they were the last to arrive. Most of the immediate and extended family was here, mingling around in their too fancy outfits. If Roman were to guess he would say there was a single item of apparel here that wasn't at least $100, including jewelry. Roman couldn't say much though since he too was wearing a suit. Though he left the jacket at the door and he chose a bowtie over a regular tie.

Nobody made to look their way, except for a few glances. Most were already in the middle of conversation or were looking for someone else that wasn't him. This made it easy for him to be able to slip right past his mother and brother who were still in animated conversation.

Roman made a look around the room to determine the people and, by association, places to avoid. Making a quick glance around the lavish gold gilded room, Roman saw many familiar faces. In the most left corner near the seating area was his grandmother; Gramma Ann. She was a nice woman if you can get past her severely outdated societal norms. Roman had learned more than once that it's best to not talk to her unless he wanted a lesson on proper edicate and questions about his supposedly straight love life.

(It's not that his family didn't know he wasn't straight (they were quite aware after he was caught in the broom closet with the cook's son when he was 16.) It's more like they were hoping he would “change his mind.” Almost like if they never addressed it, it would just go away and he would be “normal.” Or as close to normal as he can be with the way he is.)

That brings him to who is at the centre of the room. His Uncle Dave was probably the person he wanted to avoid the most. He never was really nice to Roman, nor to Remus. For the longest time Roman assumed he just didn't like kids. But even as he grew Uncle Dave still seemed to hate them. It all came to a head when his brother, Romans dad, left without a trace. He used to live with Romans family during the time when he disappeared. For some reason he blamed Roman for it, something that he never fought back on. How did he know that he wasn't? So Roman just took his yelling. Took his screaming about how Roman is the reason because of all of his problems. How he was just too weird and quiet and terrible, and that's why he left.

Roman quickly averted his eyes to the loud laughter that came from his right. By the looks of it Remus had finally dispelled his conversation with their mother and found Remy. He looked the same as he always has; wearing those dark sunglasses inside, and dressed in all black. He said it was to look cool but Remy had told Remus and him one night (After they had heard Remy being yelled at) that he actually wears dark things because he's sensitive to light. He gets migraines from it. They had been sure to keep the lights down around him after that.

(All three boys were proof that having any sort of illness in the family was very much so not appreciated. It meant that the family was not perfect, which was not an option to most.)

The official gossip session has seemed to have started if the amused cackle from Remus meant anything. Soon enough those two would break away and try and cause as much trouble as they can.

Roman kept scanning the crowd for any problem areas and after spotting a few aunts and cousins to avoid, he seemed to find the perfect corner to remain in for as long as possible. Luckily there were a few chairs there as well and they were empty. The only problem was going to be making it there.

Directly in front of it was a small circle consisting of his grandfather on his mothers side, and anyone trying to please him. This grandfather was the reason these parties were as fancy as they were. He paid for everything including the house, though the suit he was wearing was probably worth more than most of the furniture in it. He was a very wealthy CEO of the steel company that he founded when he was 19. He lavished his daughter, Romans mom, in as much of the money as he could. She was his only daughter after all.

He, too, seemed to hate Roman. But then again he also hated Romans dad so it may just be left over hate from their relationship.

He was never as generous with his money to him and Remus as he was with most of the rest of the family. Roman didn't mind much. He has everything he needs, even if his job makes him a bit tight on money sometimes.

A job his grandfather very much so did not like one bit. To be honest it seemed like Roman was the only one who liked his job. Even Remus seemed a bit apprehensive when Roman had brought it up. But it was one of the only things Roman never budged on.

Roman was a writer, stagehand, and sometimes director at a pretty large community theatre in the area. It paid well, but not consistently since it was only a job during shows. Of which there was 4-5 a year. He loved his job, but none of his family seemed to share that mentality.

Roman hoped that if he just kept his head down his grandfather just won't recognize him. Just walk right past him and he will never know. He wouldn't see Roman and he'd be able to stay the rest of this night in the corner. Roman dropped his gaze and started walking at a quick pace. It was a good plan, if one of his aunts had not already had too much to drink.

On his way over to his sacred corner, someone stumbled right into his side pushing him along with her. Roman knew he was in a bit of trouble as he looked up and saw who he bumped into.

Roman immediately started to apologize.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry grandpa I-”

“Don't call me that you clumsy brat.” He grumbled interrupting Roman.

“Right...Well sorry either way. Didn't see you there! How have you been? Hows the company?” Roman did want to get out of the situation, but he was nothing if not polite. Too bad the same can't be said for most of the people here. He knew he should just shut up and leave, but he could feel the familiar numb spread of anxiety spreading through his limbs.

“As if you really care. But if you must know, well. Stocks are going down a bit because of those damn foreign factories. If it was up to me, we would take them all out by any means necessary. This is the best country anyway. Not like the world would be missing much.” He declared to the crowd who all laughed and agreed. All except Roman who slowly stepped back from the group. His grandpa seemed to have hit a stride and kept up with his racist speech as Roman continued to back up.

Once he was far enough away he turned and hightailed it to his empty corner, breathing a sigh of relief.

‘Finally,’ Roman thought to himself. ‘Now I can be alone.’

“Hey Roman!” A voice all but yelled into his ear.

Roman would never admit how he jumped about a foot in the air and he spun quickly around. He fully turned to see Remus almost on the floor laughing next to Remy who was at least trying to pretend he wasn't laughing.

“Oh ha ha Remus good job you got me?” Roman deadpaned.

“Oh come on that was so good! You always jump so high when you get scared!” Remus laughed some more wiping a tear from his eye.

“Are you done yet?” Roman said hotly.

“Come on babes let him laugh it up for a while. He's gonna need it after losing so bad to me for another year. What has it been now? Like a 7 year streak?” Remy sarcastically replied.

“Uh, bitch, I don't think so! This year I came prepared!”

“Rems you say that every year.”

“Maybe so but I mean it this year! Watch!” Remus ran off into the crowd laughing. He made a direct beeline for their mother leaving Remy and Roman in the corner together.

“...so...Do you think he actually has a chance this year?” Roman asked Remy, finally sitting in one of the two chairs in the corner.

“Babe, I don't think he even has a good rumor. He's just jelly from all the wins I’ve got.” Remy sighed and sat in the other chair next to Roman.

“I don't know he seemed to think he had a really good one this year.”

“Honey, he thinks he has a good one every year. Last year had to be the worst though. At this point I don’t see why anyone would listen to him, let alone believe a word he says.”

“Well as long as hes having fun here.”

“Well babe you could get in on this too if you want.” Remy lifted his sunglasses a bit to look over Roman.

“Know full well Remington that I can't talk to people let alone tell a convincing lie.”

“Yea yea we've been over it. Social Anxiety is a bitch huh… Well If you need anything you can at least talk to me. I get the struggle in this family.” Remy looked pointedly into Romans eyes.

“Aww does Remy liikkee mmeeeee???” Roman didn't much like the change in tone of the conversion, so he tried to change it back to the light heartedness as it was before.

“Bitch? I would never.” Remy smirked and replaced his sunglasses.

“Yea yea. You know-” Roman started, before a shrill voice cut him off.

“ROMAN ADRIAN JULIUS PRINCE!” A voice pierced through the crowd.

Roman immediately stood up at attention as the crowd parted revealing his mother storming past everyone straight to him. Roman didn't know what he had done wrong this time. But he did know he was kinda upset he didn't even make it halfway through the night yet. Remy stood up, and stood slightly behind him.

“Babes, what did you do?” He whispered.

“I have to clue.” He whispered back, just as his mother stopped right in front of him.

To Romans surprise she did yell at him or push him back right away. She just stood there searching his face. After a tense moment, she seemed to find what she was apparently looking for in his anxious expression, as she broke out into a bright smile. Roman was reeling from such a contrast of emotions going on around him and his own. If her smile wasn't weird enough, she started laughing then wrapped her arms around Roman.

Roman froze. His mother hasn't hugged him since he was very young. He started at the now staring, silent crowd. Slowly he returned the hug, moreso because it was to be expected. Finally she pulled back, but held him at arm's length, hands on his shoulders. Roman found she had tears in her eyes. He's never been more confused in his entire life.

“M-mom what's going on?” He shakily started.

“Roman! Don’t pretend like you don't know! Why didn't you tell you were engaged!” She shouted. The crowd gasped. While Roman took a second to process what she just said.

“I-...I’m not though?” He spoke stuntingly.

“Don't worry honey you don't have to hide it anymore! I know you were worried to tell us because of that one thing that happened...But i'm just glad you finally found what's actually right! You should have brought her with you honey!”

Roman didn't know how to react. She was just so happy with this idea… Should he tell her? Tell her he has absolutely no club what the hell she was talking about? Well...If she wanted him to be engaged...why not let this slide for now…? It's not like she will ever meet anyone he dates anyway. Why not entertain her love for a while.

With his mind made up he finally spoke up.

“W-who told you?”

“So it is true! You didn't deny it! Oh sweetie, I'm so proud of you! Who knew you’d finally do something like this before Remus!”

“Mom.” Roman was starting to feel really small in this very large crowd around him, realizing everyone was still staring. “Who told you this?”

“Why Remus of course! I’m not surprised you told him first, a little disappointed is all but still!”

“Umm. Thank you. You- Umm. Now if you'll excuse me I need to...get a drink!”

“Oh that's perfect! A toast! Everyone grab a drink for my son and his engagement!” She turned to say to everyone.

Roman was starting to breathe a bit faster. He caught his grandfather's eye. He seemed to have done almost a full 180 from how he looked at him before. He had a slight smirk on his face and what seemed to be a bit of proud gleam in his eye. Roman felt a bit sick. Remy disappeared from behind him, probably to get a drink as well.

Maybe he shouldn't have gone along with this idea. Once he found out Remus was involved he knew exactly what was happening. He just wishes he had come up with a less believable lie this year. He should have known once he agreed everyone would be too happy. This was a family of tradition, and to them marrying young was very important. They are probably the most proud of Roman right now then they ever have been or will be.

Someone handed Roman a glass of champagne but he didn't feel it much. His family was cheering for him and they were actually...happy for him. He didn't want this. Not like this. He needed to get out. He needed to run before he started to panic even more. They were happy for him...he didn't want to ruin that by actually being himself.

So he ran.

He ran past his mother. Passed his drunk aunt and uncle who were cheering for him and drinking even more. Right passed his proud looking grandfather. And then right past Remus and Remy who was passing Remus his well earned cash. As Roman passed them he shot Remus a cold glare. Remus went from a gleeful smile holding a new $50 bill, to fear as he watched Roman leave the ballroom.

Once he was out of the room where everyone was watching him, he kept going. He ran past the staircase Remus fell down when he was 7, and he father and him sat on to read Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. Past the kitchen where Remus stole the cooks still hot cookies, where Roman sat with his father when he taught him how to use chopsticks. And finally out the door, completely forgetting his jacket.

Once outside the cold shocked him into a bit more lucidity. The storm is almost in full force now. Whipping winds and heavy snow. But Roman didn't care. He kept running all the way to his car, which was easy to find since it was the most beat up thing in the lot. He was surprised it even got him and Remus all the way out to the countryside without breaking down.

Roman jumped in the front seat and quickly reached for the key in his pocket. Once he finally grabbed it, he started the car as quickly. He distantly felt bad for booking it as soon as everyone started looking at him, but he just handled it. He could still barely breathe.

He backed his car up and round. Finally he was driving away from the mansion, while pulling his seatbelt on at the same time. Looking in the rearview mirror he caught Remus busting through the front door into the snow, just in time to see Roman turn the corner and out of sight.

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spoookymuulders · 4 years ago

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chapter 14. whose arms will hold you good and tight (when it’s exactly twelve o’clock that night). in which ellie mackenzie goes to a specialist.

January

The new year dawns gray and snowy and cold - just the way Zoe likes it. And she likes being the first one up, too. She slides out of bed silently, tucking the blanket more snugly around Spencer when he rolls onto his stomach before pulling one of his sweatshirts on and tiptoeing out of the bedroom. She heads down the hall, pausing in the living room to toss a firestarter into the fireplace and put a record on quietly, then pads into the kitchen. The Keurig sputters as it spits coffee into her cup and she stirs in her cream and sugar, sipping at it as she perches on a stool at the island and watches as new snow begins to flutter down.

She’s aware of Spencer joining her, can hear the board at the end of the hall creak as he tries (and fails) to avoid it. She glances over her shoulder with a small smile, watching as he putters around and makes his own coffee before coming to stand behind her. He winds his arms around her gently, tucking his chin to her shoulder and kissing her cheek gently, and she gives a small hum, turning her head just so to kiss him softly.

“Mornin’.” She murmurs. He hums in response, stealing another kiss.

“Happy new year.” He says softly. She nods, leaning into him and swaying with him for a moment.

“Don’t burn your tongue this morning.” She chides gently as he slips away reluctantly to retrieve his coffee. He scoffs quietly, but she hears the gentle clink as his mug meets the countertop. When she looks over her shoulder again, he’s turning to face her and holding out a hand. Humming, she sets her own coffee down and slides off her stool, padding over to take his hand and allowing him to pull her close. She tucks herself into his embrace easily, happily.

They sway together slowly and quietly, allowing the warmth from the fireplace to seep into their bones slowly. Spencer holds her a little closer, a little tighter, and turns his head just so to press a kiss to her temple. Zoe tips her head up, smiling tenderly at him and leans up to kiss him properly, humming softly against his mouth when he squeezes her.

“What’s on our agenda today?” She asks. He hums, brushing his thumb along her back absently as she rests her cheek to his shoulder.

“We need groceries.” He muses. “The holidays pretty much depleted our supply.”

“I’ll make a list.” She says, giggling softly. “Anything else?”

“Not a thing.”

She hums approvingly, leaning against him and closing her eyes. She allows herself to simply bask in his presence, to take in all that he is - all that she has now. The domesticity of it all, of everything she’s gained since moving to Callahan blows her mind every day. Reaching up to cup his cheeks, she smiles softly at him, brushing her thumb just under his eye gently.

“What?” He asks softly. She shakes her head, smiling again, and leans up to kiss him once more.

“‘M just happy.” She tells him. He smiles, his fingers brushing along her spine absently.

“Me too.”

****

Callie likes the B&B late at night when it’s dark and silent. Humming softly, she stretches as she shuffles back to the bedroom and tiptoes in as quietly as she can. As she crawls back into bed and begins to settle down, Aaron shifts beside her and rolls onto his side. Glancing over, she watches him for a moment with a small smile, reaching out to brush a lock of hair off his forehead gently before turning back to burrow under the blanket. As she’s settling, however, Aaron shifts again and mumbles in his sleep; when Callie looks back over and sees his brow furrowed and a frown etched onto his handsome face, she sits up and brushes his shoulder gently.

“Aaron.” She whispers, frowning when he shifts and mumbles once more - whatever it is he’s dreaming of, it’s not good. His movements and his voice get slightly more frantic as Callie tries to shake him out of his sleep, and when he finally jerks awake, she jumps and catches his arm gently as he sits bolt upright. His eyes are wild and panicked for a moment before they settle on Callie, and before she can say anything, he hauls her into his arms, crushing her in a hug.

“Baby,” She breathes, settling her arms around him and brushing a hand through his hair gently as he buries his face in her shoulder. Leaning back, she cups his cheeks gently and brushes her thumbs under his eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Bad dream.” He whispers finally, nodding slowly. He closes his eyes, allowing himself to bask in her presence for a moment as she soothes him quietly. His fingers curl around her wrists gently, her pulse under the pads of his fingers grounding him with each beat of her heart. He shakes his head when Callie asks if he wants to talk about his dream, the image of her lifeless eyes haunting him until he opens his own eyes and takes in her dark irises watching him intently. Leaning forward, she presses a gentle kiss to his forehead and shifts to lay back down, pulling him with her gently.

She settles against her pillows, winding her arms around his shoulders and allowing him to lay against her, his ear pressed just above her heart carefully. Her fingers card through his hair slowly, and they glance up together when the bedroom door inches open and Jack’s little shadow falls across the floor.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Callie calls softly. Jack hovers where he is for a moment, shuffling his feet against the floor before scurrying in and crawling into the bed when Callie gestures for him to join them, Cooper trailing behind him. He settles on her other side gently, tucking himself close to her and closing his little fist around the sleeve of his father’s shirt as Cooper curls up at the foot of the bed.

“What’s up, buddy?” Aaron asks softly. Jack sniffles and rubs at his eyes sleepily. “Bad dream?” Callie feels a little nod against her collarbone, and she shifts carefully to wrap an arm around Jack as well. “We’re right here.”

“Daddy and I aren’t gonna let anything bad happen.” Callie whispers, pressing a kiss to the crown of Jack’s head gently. He nods again and settles closer, and before long, the three of them are sleeping soundly, breaths coming in slow, even puffs.

When Callie wakes the next morning, she’s sandwiched between Jack and Aaron. Jack’s back is pressed against her chest, and Aaron is curled around her on the other side, his cheek tucked to her shoulder. Half of her wants to get up and make coffee and breakfast, have it ready for her boys when they wake. Realistically, though, she knows there’s no way of getting out of bed without waking both of them up.

And really, she’s more than happy to stay tucked between her boys for a while longer.

****

Emily Prentiss is not a snow person. Now, that’s not to say she hates the snow. She’d just much rather vacation in Cancun or Hawaii than Colorado or Switzerland - so how she ended up living in Maine of all places is beyond her.

Abigail Williams, on the other hand, adores the snow and chose to live in Maine on purpose, a fact evidenced by the cackle emitting from her when she pelts Emily with a snowball one chilly afternoon in January. They’ve been walking home and it’s been perfectly lovely, and Abby hits her in the back of the neck with a snowball. Emily can feel bits of snow falling from her collar down her back as she turns around, fire in her eyes. Abby is covering her mouth as she giggles, her nose and pink cheeks peeking out from behind her gloves as she watches her girlfriend with bright eyes.

“It wasn’t supposed to go down your coat.” She squeaks. Emily quirks a brow and Abby lifts a hand quickly, three fingers extending straight up. “Scout’s honor!”

“I don’t know if I believe that you were a girl scout.” Emily muses. “Although, with aim like that..”

“I was pitcher for my high school softball team.” Abby says. Before she can say anything else, Emily is charging at her and winding an arm around her waist. Abby shrieks, worming around in Emily’s arms and trying to wiggle out of them. Her movements cause an imbalance between the two of them, and they go tumbling into the snow, both of them shrieking. They lay there together for a few minutes, squinting up at the bright blue winter sky as Abby giggles before pushing herself out of the snow with a grunt. She offers Emily a hand, pulling her up and pressing a kiss to her frozen nose, and Emily can feel herself melting.

“C’mon. Let’s go home.” She says, sniffing and rubbing her hands together.

“I’ll make you cocoa.” Abby promises, tucking her arm through Emily’s as they continue their trek through the snow. “And cookies!” Emily hums, squeezing Abby’s arm gently.

“I can’t believe you were on your school’s softball team.” She says after a few minutes.

“College, too!” Abby says brightly, “I was MVP.”

“Of course you were.”

****

Ellie’s never been this scared in her life. And that’s including the day she found out she was going to lose her hearing. The drive to Portland was anxiety-inducing, even with Luke squeezing her knee periodically and giving her gentle, reassuring smiles every few minutes. She’d had the implant surgery a week ago today, and that had been fine. No fear whatsoever - in fact, Luke had been more nervous about the surgery than she was. Now, sitting in the waiting room, she can feel her heart pounding in her ribcage. Luke reaches over and winds an arm around her, pressing a kiss to her temple gently before leaning back to sign, It’ll be okay.

She exhales unsteadily, catching his hand and twisting her fingers through his. He squeezes gently, glancing up when a nurse approaches and gestures for them to follow her. Pulling Ellie to her feet gently, Luke keeps a solid, grounding hold on her hand as they’re led to an exam room. The audiologist explains everything that she’s doing and what’s going to happen, signing to Ellie as she speaks to Luke, then turning to her computer. Ellie glances at Luke, heart thundering, and pulls her hair to the side to allow the transmitter to be put on and activated.

She clasps her hands together tightly in front of her face, bouncing one leg and staring at the floor intently. Every now and then, she glances at the doctor clicking away at the computer out of the corner of her eye, but her gaze always flicks right back to the floor - because holy shit, this is really happening.

A hand on her knee makes her look up and she blinks twice as Luke’s gentle smile comes into view. She sniffles and unclasps her hands, squeezing one of his lightly before signing, I’m scared.

It’s gonna be okay. Luke signs back, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles gently.

What if it doesn’t work? She signs, her eyes growing wider as she does, Or what if it does but it’s too much and I hate it and

The doctor cuts her off by gently touching her shoulder. She jerks her gaze away from Luke, all of her attention instantly focused on the doctor, who signs, Ready? And nods with a gentle smile when Ellie nods. Luke takes Ellie’s hand gently and squeezes her fingers. The doctor clicks a few more things on her screen, and suddenly there’s a high-pitched beep in Ellie’s ear. Ellie jerks a little, her eyes widening as her gaze drops to the floor again. Over her head, the doctor catches Luke’s eye and nods gently.

“Ellie.” He says softly. Ellie’s entire body tenses, and she lifts her head slowly before turning and meeting his eyes. He dips his head a little to catch her gaze, smiling tenderly. “Hey, gorgeous.”

Tears spring to Ellie’s eyes, and she covers her mouth, staring at Luke. He smiles softly, brushing her hair back and letting his hand settle against her cheek, his own eyes watery.

“Oh, my god-” Ellie whispers, then claps her hands over her mouth again at the sound of her own voice. Luke laughs softly, and Ellie does cry then, because it’s the most glorious thing she’s ever heard, throwing her arms around his neck and clinging to him. He catches her easily, pressing his face to her shoulder and rubbing her back slowly.

The rest of the visit passes in a blur, and before they know it, they’re in the car and heading home. Ellie wrings her hands, taking in all of the sounds around her - the engine turning over, the beeping as the car reminds them to put on their seatbelts, the road under the wheels as they pull out of the parking lot. They’re twenty minutes into the ride when she glances at Luke and asks if she can turn on the radio, her voice soft as she continues to test it out. He nods eagerly, watching intently as they pull up to a red light and Ellie presses the power button carefully.

It’s an old song that comes on first, a classic; one of Ellie’s favorites. And all of a sudden she’s crying again, pressing her hands to her face and laughing unsteadily as Louis Armstrong growls I hear babies cry and I watch them grow.

****

Derek squints at the instructions in front of him before putting the last screw into place and twisting the screwdriver.

“How’s it goin’ in here?” Savannah asks, leaning against the doorframe and raising a brow at the sight before her.

“I did it!” Derek says proudly, beaming up at her. Savannah smiles fondly, opening her arms as he stands and pads across the room, leaning up to kiss her husband. “Ikea thought they could outsmart me.”

“It only took you two hours.” She teases gently, peeking around him. She leans against him as he winds an arm around her shoulders, surveying the nursery for a moment. Her eyes land on the crib again and she tips her head, looking at it for a moment before biting her lip. “Der.”

“Hm?” He hums absently, still caught up in his moment of triumph.

“The legs are upside down.”

“Oh, come on!”

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hi-qu · 4 years ago

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Karasuno Boys and Driving

Daichi

Worked part time to buy his car, so he’s very proud of it. Can’t tell him he aint got a Benz, (it a 02 Corolla lol). Car so old he feels like he gotta call it sir.

Cuz he earned, Daichi doesn’t mess around when it comes to his car.

You can’t borrow it, you better not throw any volleyballs near it, don’t even look at it funny.

But he’ll still gladly drive his teammates/friends around town so long as they follow the number 1 rule: You don’t eat in Daichi’s car.

He was driving the first years home after a late practice, and heard someone fidgeting with a wrapper. He whirled around and there was Tadashi, eyes getting misty while holding a cough drop.

“It’s a Halls, Daichi please. My throat is sore.”

He allowed it because he was glad it wasn’t actual food.

Because of his no food rule, his car is immaculate. Probably hasn’t been that spotless since it rolled off the line.

He cleans it every weekend after practice.

Daichi is a careful driver too. The kind who waves other drivers through even though he has the right a way. Truly a pedestrian’s best friend because he won’t block the crosswalks.

No real road rage, just abundantly cautious. Freeways freak him out especially if the lanes are narrow.

Won’t take the car out of park until everyone is buckled in. Will just wait and look at the back seat through the rear view mirror as everyone laughs and carries on. Eventually Suga or Asahi will notice and make sure everyone, Tanaka is buckled in.

Asahi is permanent shotgun, Noya or Hinata is in the middle, Suga to the left, and Tanaka on the right.

If Tsukki is riding, then he’s on the side with the best scenery so he can play his music and gaze dramatically.

He’s the kind of driver you tell your mom about when she asks who’s driving.

Kageyama:

It was his grandfather’s old car. It’s in decent shape.

Knows next to nothing about cars, is just like, “yeah, its blue with 4 doors.”

Thrilled it was 4 door just in case Hinata ever got a car. Best case scenario, Hinata got a 2-door making Kageyama the automatic winner. Slightly less best-case scenario, Hinata also got a 4 door but since Kageyama got his first he would still be the winner.

Didn’t want a car until he realized he could beat Hinata to school. Felt bad because the boy crossed a mountain every day, buuuut he was on a bike so TECHNICALLY Hinata already had an unfair advantage so this would just even the score.

Barely passed his driving test because he can’t parallel park. Doesn’t understand that precision on the court doesn’t translate to precision on the road.

One day he saw Tsukki and Tadashi walking home from school in the rain. He rode up to them slowly, rolled down his window and asked, “you want a lift?”

Tsukki immediately was on some, “oh ho? Us lowly peasants get to ride in the King’s Chariot-“

“Not you. Tadashi. Only. Tadashi.”

Next day Daichi had to have a talk about offering rides and courtesy.

But honestly, it’s probably safer to walk. Boy has no idea what he’s doing. The car’s a stick and he’s forever releasing the clutch too soon/late. The gears are stripping, he’s stalling at every stop sign.

oh no baby what is you doin??

Gets frustrated and just looks at his hands one day in the school parking lot like, “what’s wrong with me? Am I dumb? Is it the car who’s dumb??”

Got his answer when one day he was 15 mins late to weekend practice because his car stopped. After the team determined he didn’t stall it again, and it wasn’t the battery, Hinata is like,

“did you feed your car?”

Cue Kageyama looking like the confused math woman meme

“what do you mean ‘feed my car’?? Cars don’t eat fool.”

“Filling it with gas is like eating! We have to eat to fuel ourselves, so you have to feed a car fuel it, stupid.”

After that, he decided it was best to stick to walking.

Asahi

2nd best driver on the team due to his anxiety.

Our boy doesn’t mess around with horsing around in his car. He gotta focus on the road.

Doesn’t like driving outside the city limits because remembering turns and exits is just too much. Though Noya helps him by warning him ahead of time. That’s why Noya has permanent shotgun dibs.

His car is mad small for a man his size. It’s a two door he got used, and like Daichi, its his baby so he takes care of it. Except he’s not as fussy as Daichi is. You may eat and drink inside his car.

He has to fold/unfold himself when getting in and out. Its hilarious to watch but painful to him.

Driver seat all the way in the back seat because long leg problems, so only Hinata can sit behind him.

In the summer, he and Noya go cruisin’. He had to be convinced to ride with shades on and hair down, but Noya said looking cool was a part of cruisin’.

Daichi and Suga often go for rides with Asahi and just talk. Maybe park somewhere with some food and reminisce like they’re old men remembering the, “good ol’ days.” Asahi treasures these moments with his friends.

Suga

It was his parent’s old car that they let him use. The largest car out of the group, probably a SUV.

Number one option for when the team wants to go on little excursions because thankfully, we have leg room.

A reliable driver you can depend on to not drive consistently. Sometimes, he is careful and considerate 10/10 driver.

Then sometimes he like, “lets press the gas while going downhill.” Just to scare the first years.

Kind of driver to be like, “I got it,” after the light has been yellow for over 30 seconds. No road too narrow, or parking space too complicated for Suga.

Doesn’t exactly speed, but also doesn’t go as slow as you would like.

Ask him for a ride and he’s like, “yeah, I’ll get you there.”

But in what condition Suga? What condition??

Knows how to drive like he has some sense but will he use it??? Maybe if Daichi is there.

Doesn’t mind eating and drinking in the car. He’ll also chat away while driving. Only thing he refuses to do is drive the team to a game.

For one, they can’t all fit comfortably, and two, Hinta’s incident in the bus is still fresh in his mind. So, when Takeda brings it up again, Suga goes, “no can-do sensei <3”

Hinata

Baby was thrilled when he passed his drivers exam. Took pics of his license and shared it in the group chat. Then showed it off in person.

Drives his folk’s old car. It's too old for long distances but reliable enough for school and back.

It’s a 2 door, Kagayama is thrilled and it’s a stick, but Shoyo can drive a stick (can’t win em all Kageyama).

So cautious when he drives! Not out of anxiety rather he’s worried about hurting someone. Uses his blinker at the right time, lets kids and old ladies cross first. Really polite at a 4 way, but it’s his turn and he's gonna make himself late with all of this.

Knows how to change a tire and check the fluids because he lives in the country and just learned as he grew.

Car stays in good shape.

One of the few who can handle driving in snow, but he did panic some during his first snowstorm.

The kind of driver that if he even taps another car, he’s leaving a note stained with his tears, his phone number, email, home address facebook, AIM, his mom’s number, and Coach Uaki’s.

Tsukki and Kageyama roasted him about does he climb into his car, (it’s technically a little truck) or does he need a running start.

Still offers them ride because he's a good kid.

Doesn’t know if it’s worse having Kageyama in the back seat, or in the passenger seat. When Kageyama is in the car, Hinata low key flexes by smoothly shifting gears. Worst 15-minute drive of Kageyama’s life.

One time, it was just him and Noya on a snack run and they got pulled over. The cop thought 2 kids took their mom’s car for a joy ride. They called Hinata’s mom to verify his license and that he was 16. It was low moment for both of them that not even meat buns could fix.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu hcs #my writing #daichi #hinata #asahi #kageyama #sugawara

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nekoabi · 6 years ago

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Fic Masterlist!

I finally made a post version of my masterlist, which allows it to be viewed on mobile! Everything is also available on my AO3, which is also NekoAbi.

The Five Times Patton Smiled And The One Time It Didn’t Reach His Eyes - Angsty. Romantic Royality. Romantic Prinxiety. Implied NSFW. College AU. School AUri

Admitting It - Romantic Logicality. Kiss. Sleepy boys. Terrible Title Syndrome.

Stitches - Hurt/Comfort. Platonic Moxiety. Patton tears.

Falling For You - MASTERLIST! Romantic Logicality. Romantic Prinxiety. Platonic LAMP. One-sided (for now). Implied NSFW dreams. Implied wet dream. Swearing. Logan and Roman being know-it-all lil pieces of shit. School AU.

Planning - Platonic LAMP. Fluffy shenanigans.

Snow - Platonic LAMP. Virgil enjoys the snow. Pain mention, Self-inflicted pain.

Calm - Platonic LAMP. Its a calm day and Virgil gets introspective. Food mention.

Library - MASTERLIST! MASTERLIST (Rewrite) Library AU. All pairings, a different pairing each chapter, ending with LAMP. Cute fluff. Falling in love in different ways. Logan, head librarian. Patton, hired work. Virgil, volunteer. Roman, volunteer.

Too Close For Comfort - Past Prinxiety. Crying, Break Up. Roman is processing a break up, maybe some music can help.

Royality vs. Analogical - Romantic Royality, Romantic Analogical. Food mention, kissing. Each relationship is different; some are loud, some are quiet.

Nerdy - MASTERLIST! Romantic Logince. High School AU. Logan’s always been a lone wolf, but recently someone’s just been playing on his mind.

Fragrance of Dark Coffee - Romantic Prinxiety. Angst. Major Character Death Prior To Events. Influenced by Ace Attorney.

On the Verge of a Heartbreak - MASTERLIST! Eventual Moxiety. Angst in later chapters. School AU.

His Last Chance - Prinxiety. Angst. Implied cheating, lots of sadness.

Prompt Fill Fic Collection - University AU. Most LAMP ships. A collection of 9 prompt fill fics.

Logan’s Birthday - Written for Logan’s Birthday 2018. Platonic LAMP. Food mention, happy crying.

Tea Break - Patton finds Roman having some issues with homework. Platonic Royality. Food mention. School AU.

Hands - Soft Logince. Roman’s frustrated by something.

Of Princes and Potions - MASTERLIST! Pining Logince. Royal Fantasy AU. Sympathetic Deceit. Mentions of war and injury. Chapter 6 involves blood, swords, knives, injury and strong anxiety attack parallels.

Rain On Me/You’re Perfect/The Way You Held My Hand/Stupid Band - School AU. Virgil is new to the school, meets a cute boy, can’t handle it. Themes of personal isolation.Chapter 3 had allusion to self-harm and talk of injury. Based off of a songs from Emo the Musical.

If I Can’t Love Her - Based off of a song of the same name. Roceit. Sympathetic Deceit. Roman hears a new singing voice, and needs to find out who it is.

Perfect - Romantic Royality. Kissing, Playfighting. Roman and Patton begin by playfighting, end up doing something they didn’t expect.

My Hero - Romantic Moceit. Kidnapping, Gangs, Violence, Fighting. Patton is kidnapped, and all he wants is for his boyfriend to come and save him... but that would never happen... right?

Ultraviolet - Logince. Past Prinxiety. Swearing, alcohol mention, past FWB relationship. Roman’s crushing on a fellow teacher and his inner performer can really help with that.

Bad Day - Implied Romantic Mox. Panic attack. Virgil has a bad day, Patton knows how to help.

Animals Know Best - Logicality. Prinxiety. Soulmate AU. Everyone has a partner animal that chooses them which not only has traits of their soulmate, but will also lead them to their soulmate. Virgil doesn’t believe in it all too much, until he can’t help but admit it.

Insomnia - Remile. Insomnia talk, mention of sleep therapy, mention of smoking. Remy’s dealing with some really bad insomnia and he’s referred to a sleep specialist. Yet the most interesting thing is the receptionist who works there...

Torn Apart - Heavy Angst with a happy ending. Lots of violence; stabbing, cutting off limbs, strangulation, choking, head injuries. Wrath is an OC of mine, he’s an angry man. Virgil sets him off. It’s a bad time.

Lullaby for a Duke - Remus mention. Based off of Lullaby for a Princess, an MLP song and animation.

Ranking Up - MASTERLIST! Splatoon Sides. Deceit and Remus are involved.

Lies - Virgil-centric. Angst. Unhappy Ending. Suicide, Alcohol, Dangerous Driving, Car Crash, Death, Suicide (both implied and described), Implied Abusive Deceit. Based off of Lies by McFly.

This Day Aria - Villain!Deceit. Based off of the same song from MLP:FiM.

It’s (Im)possible - Roceit. “What you just asked for is impossible” and “Fuckbuddies falling in love”.

I’m Fine! - School AU. Roman’s sent to the councillor’s office against his will. Sure, he may have mentioned something in drama, but he’s fine!

Headache - No AU. Thomas has a headache and it affects where the sides reside... and to Roman more than the others.

Paint Me - Royality. Human AU. Struggling artist Roman needs some inspiration and the stranger knocking at his door is just what he needs. Based off of Paint Me from Firebringer.

To Love a Remus - Demus. No AU. Remus is an idiot, but Deceit thinks he’s hot anyway. Blood and Injury mention. Birthday fic for @doces-e--tuga

Virgil the Small Purple Emo - Moxiety. Love Makes You Grow AU. Virgil was unloved at a young age and stopped growing. A chance meeting might change his life. Secret Santa for @midnightsdarkangel (also my first and probably last attempt at GT)

Battle Bonds - No AU. Thomas is on a Pokemon kick and its affecting his imagination more than he could... well... imagine.

Theatre Technicians are basically Vampires - Vampire/Human AU. They all live in one house, work at the same place and are vampires. Angst included about their pasts which include the following: attacks, blood, talk of death, injury, scarring and attempted suicide.

Recreating - MASTERLIST! No ships. No AU. Thomas liked to watch Disney movies. That fact was one of the least surprising things about him. He could sit down and watch almost any of the Disney movies and have a wonderful time. Sometimes, scenes from those movies got stuck in his head. He never thought anything of it.

Love on the Fly Floor - Theatre AU. Prinxiety, Roman is crushing bad on one of the flymen for the show he’s on. When his birthday rolls around, the cast and crew give him a surprise.

While The Sides Are Away, Virgil Will Play - No AU. The sides have a day out and leave Virgil at home. They don’t expect to come home to him looking... like that.

How Not to Help Your Nerd Boyfriend Find a Swimsuit - Human AU. Intrulociet. Logan needs a swimsuit. His boyfriends want to help. They are no help. Birthday fic for @cloverlyanxious/ @maeofclubsandart

Pier Pressure - Human AU. Logince/Pining Moxiety. The four go to the lake to hang out, Roman’s mad that his brother and friend are so clearly into each other but not taking the hint.

The 5 Times Patton Tripped and the 1 Time He Fell (In Love) - Human AU. 5+1 fic. Moxiety. Patton falls a lot, has done since birth. Doesn’t mean everyone’s used to it.

Remus Kidnaps You - Idk AU... mix of canon and human, maybe? No Ship. Remus kidnaps you to play with your hair. That’s about it.

Oh My God, They Were Roommates - Human/College AU. Prinxiety. Virgil meets an old friend, gets a crush on him, walks into him basically naked, freaks out. Ends happy.

Heatwave - Sides-Are-English Human AU. There’s a heatwave. All the roommates are shedding their usual clothing for something cooler, except one.

Explainable Coincidences - Human/Teen AU. The twins explore an abandoned hotel, but they didn’t expect others to be there too.

Don’t Think Twice - Human AU. Song Fic. Roceit. It’s the happiest day of their lives, yet they still reflect on where they started from.

Keeping It Quiet - Human/Influencer AU. Prinxiety. Virgil and Roman keep their relationship quiet on social media. Not silent, just quiet.

Don’t Drink And Livestream, Especially When You’re Famous - Human/Famous AU. Platonic Roceit. Being drunk, drinking, kissing. Janus tries to help his friend get over his ex.

A Simple Mistake With A Simple Solution - Human AU. Logince. Roman messes up, Logan’s pissed. Roman makes it easy.

Skipping Ahead A Few Steps - Human AU. Logicality. Patton brings a dog home, Logan’s baffled and confused.

Oh How The Tables Have Turned... - Royal AU. Roceit, background Intrulogical. Roman’s brother likes Roman’s retainer. Roman doesn’t think he likes his brother’s. He’s wrong.

Just Like In The Fairy Tales - Semi-Fantasy/Royal AU. Royality. Patton sneaks off to his favourite place to enjoy the view.

An Apple A Day... Hurts Like A Bitch - No AU. Platonic Sides. The 5 times Janus got apples thrown at him and the 1 time he threw one at everyone else.

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TVFH Related Stories

Pocky Day - Written for Pocky Day 2018. Shenanigans with TVFH cast and the pocky game.

Coffee Break - Virgil returns to his room and finds Reggie having problems with homework. School AU.

House Party - Roman throws a house party after a show. Mention of drunken behaviour and alcohol.

Beach Trip - It’s hot, the gang decide to go to the beach. The night before, shenanigans ensue. Sexual implications. Relia focused.

FFXV Fics

Type Found - Pokemon AU. Prompto finds a Pokemon in an imperial base, saves it and plot things happen. The boys have partner pokemon.

Hair Troubles - No AU. Ignis can’t get his hair right and it’s frustrating. Prompto steps in to help.

Prompto’s Bike - Pre-Roadtrip. OT4 Chocobros. Prompto has a motorbike. The other bros really like it.

Cor’s Cooking Lesson - Pre-Roadtrip. Cor finds young Ignis attempting to cook and helps out.

#Fic Masterlist #Neko's Fic Masterlist

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foreveralwaysanauthor · 5 years ago

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Christmas Eve Miracle

Christmas Season Prompts Day 7

December 14th – Snowed In ☃️

Pairing – Mack and Brady

(I’m sorry I’m late! I had no time yesterday or today to write this out and had to make do on short time, but I hope everything pans out alright. Mack’s behavior is based on my sister, Honey, who is gonna kill me for even saying she inspired something I wrote, but I’m tired and don’t give a flying fladoodle what she says rn)

I believe we shall start this story the same way many of these begin.

It was a dark and stormy night. Well, really, it was only 6:43, but given the sun had already set, it was pretty dark. Snow fell from the sky in thick flakes, floating up over the windshield of Brady’s rental car, a 2017 Rogue. Mack and Brady were on their way through the town of Tilton, New Hampshire to Mack’s Uncle’s house on the edge of Lake Winnisquam in Sanbornton. A week prior, the couple had left their home in San Clemente, California, boarded a plane in Santa Ana, landed in the Manchester-Boston Regional Airport and were staying in a hotel in Concord.

The GPS told them that the ride from the hotel to Mack’s Uncle’s house would only be about a half hour, but the GPS hadn’t accounted for black ice, thick snow, and a very pregnant and very irritable Mack who was a week away from her due date of December 31st and didn’t feel like going out in the snow. Mack had been excited to visit with her relatives, but, as it was a very snowy Christmas Eve, she found herself not wanting to leave the safety of the hotel room.

The idea of Brady driving on snowy roads was torture on Mack. At least she knew how to handle slippery, icy roads. The only knowledge Brady had of handling wet roads was when it rained in California, he had no prior experience on roads splotched with sheets of black ice, a substance nearly invisible to the human eye.

As Mack took another deep breath to calm herself, Brady glanced at her in concern. “Are you alright, honey?”

Mack nodded, leaning her head against the cool window. “I just want to get to the house party and get it over with. We shouldn’t have left the hotel with the roads this bad.”

“Well, if it means anything, the GPS says we’re only about six minutes away,” Brady claimed, watching a car go by. They were in, what Brady assumed, the center of Tilton, but he couldn’t be sure due to how few people dared to go out in the middle of the storm.

“The GPS doesn’t count for me telling you to slow down because of ice.” Hearing that, Brady eased his foot back onto the brake pedal, watching his speedometer go from twenty-five to almost fifteen. “Thank you,” Mack mumbled from the passenger seat.

“Of course,” Brady said softly, turning on the Mozart CD they had brought with them. Mack had insisted on bringing it as not only did it calm her and the baby down, she had read that classical music was great for babies and small children to listen to as it would aid in their mental growth. Once the music started, Mack relaxed into her seat and closed her eyes, trying to keep calm while Brady drove. Brady would glance occasionally at Mack just to make sure she was doing alright, but after a while, he remained focused on the road, the timer on the GPS showing them getting closer by the minute.

“Brady,” Mack said softly, sitting up as best she could, “pull over.”

Brady watched his wife with concern as he kept going down the road. “Why? Are you alright?”

“Just pull over!” Mack insisted, one hand on her stomach and the other on the handle of the door.

Without another thought, Brady threw the blinker on and pulled to the side of the road, a streetlight and a road sign for a nearby lodge being the only things allowing light into the vehicle. As the car was parked, Mack had unbuckled her seatbelt, opened her door and stepped out, leaning her top half into the car and lightly touching where she had been sitting.

“Mack, what’s wrong?” Brady asked, unbuckling himself and preparing to jump out of the car.

Mack’s expression was enough to trigger a reaction in Brady, but her words caused him to start acting. “I think my water broke.”

Brady reached for his phone, his immediate reaction being to call the hospital, but Mack stopped him. “Brady, we can reach the hospital just fine, I don’t need an ambulance. Just let me get back in and we’ll go. We’ve got this.”

Brady seemed to relax a small bit as Mack’s calm attitude seemed to radiate into him as well. “Okay. Okay. We can do this.”

Mack slid herself into the car once more and shut the door. Brady re-buckled himself and shifted the car back into Drive. As he pushed the gas pedal, however, both of them realized he had stopped the car on a patch of ice. They wouldn’t be going anywhere unless Brady tried to get out and push, but even that might not help unless Mack could get behind the wheel to steer the car, which she couldn’t as her bump prevented her from sitting at the wheel.

Brady huffed in agitation before pulling his phone out once more, dialing Mack’s Uncle’s number. “Hey,” Brady said as Mack’s Uncle answered. “I know the party started already, but Mack and I are still in Tilton. I think we’re stopped by a digital marketing place, but I’m not sure. The sign’s covered in snow... Well, we’re stuck on ice and her water just broke.” A moment of silence passed before Brady screeched anxiously into the phone, “YES, the baby’s coming! What else could that mean?!”

Mack yanked the phone from Brady’s hands and talked with her uncle for a minute. “We’re going to try to find a hotel or something to stay in because I am not giving birth in some rental car in the cold when I could at least have a couch or something… Yeah, take your time. Keep the party going before you come out; I don’t want to ruin the night for you guys. I’ll probably still be in labor. Just call Brady when you get here, okay?... If anything happens, we’ll call... Love you too, bye.”

Brady climbed out of the car after Mack handed him his phone back, telling Mack to stay there and he would go find somewhere for them to stay. Mack watched as he ran off into the cold, disappearing into the white haze that consumed the area. She turned the key backwards until it clicked off into radio only mode so the car wouldn’t lose any gas just sitting there, turning the CD back on and turning it up so she could try to relax. Minutes passed and the song changed more than once before Brady appeared, helping her out of the car and over to a nearby campground that had agreed to let them stay in one of the cabins.

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Two and a half hours went by. Anxiety was high. Crying and worried comments had come from mostly Brady by that point, but Mack still hadn’t given birth and the relatives they had called, still hadn’t showed up. Thankfully, one of the people who owned the campground, was also a mother of five and could easily handle Mack giving birth. The woman was able to help Mack with all necessary things, except for the one thing almost every mother needed: epidural.

By the time the fifth hour rolled around, Mack had begun pushing. Brady had been told by Mack to stay in the living room so he could see if their relatives had shown up yet, but all he could see was snow and the occasional headlight from those brave few that dared to go out. Snow had mounted up and, from what Brady could see, it was maybe up to eight inches, collectively.

Mack’s screams of pain echoed through the small cabin, making Brady flinch. He hated hearing her in pain, but she had told him to leave the room as his anxiety was making her more and more angry at him. He had seen the look in her eyes and had feared for his life, so he chose to listen to her and wait in the other room. The power had gone out about twenty minutes ago as the radio told them a big rig had jackknifed and taken out a few power lines just a little bit further down than where Mack and Brady had left the car.

A few minutes later, Mack’s screams were replaced by a small voice crying and Brady had dropped everything he’d been holding onto the couch and dashed for the bedroom, seeing the owner woman place the little one into a towel and rest it on Mack’s chest.

She looked up at the two of them as Brady sat behind Mack and looked over her and their new baby. “Congratulations, darlings. She’s beautiful.”

“She?” the parents echoed.

The woman glanced at them before realization dawned on her face. “You didn’t know the gender, did you?”

“No,” Mack whispered, her voice sounding scratchy and hoarse. “We wanted to be surprised.”

Brady smiled as the baby girl gurgled in her little towel. “I told you it was going to be my princess.”

Mack smiled dazedly up at Brady before watching her little girl again. “You did. Well, king of the castle, what are you naming our princess?”

Brady’s smile broadened as he spoke, “I know we already said Kaya would be her middle name if our baby was a girl, but for the first name, I like the idea of mixing our parents names. So, Makaela is your mom and Luana is mine so… how about Makana?”

“Makana…” Mack said softly as she took in the fact that she had brought this wonderful little human into their lives. “Makana Kaya Birch. I like that.”

#Dani’sChristmasChallenge2019

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drabbleitout · 6 years ago

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Chapter 3: A Woman Scorned

(Beginning | Previous)

Myghal was gone and if not for the clawing anxiety in Ira's skull, it would have been nice.

No one around but Berma. The quiet of the wooded trail, only songbirds and the occasional rustle of a squirrel in leaf litter. But as soon as Myghal was out of eyesight, the curse curled itself up tight taking up as much space in the confines of Ira’s mind.

Ira nudged Berma on down the trail, Nepi towed behind. He could sense Myghal like a strong magnet. He was moving down the wooded hill at a crawl. Since leaving Felmire, he hadn’t stopped offering to hunt for a meal. Ira had no issue with their dried apples and bread, but Myghal insisted on something “real to eat”. It wouldn’t have been a problem if it wasn’t Myghal. He got distracted by anything and everything. Clouds. Animals. Plants. If he noticed something new, they had to stop, and wait, and watch.

It drove Ira mad.

While traveling alone, Ira rode as long as Berma was comfortable. Rain, sun, or snow, Ira kept moving. If it weren't for him at the lead, he doubted they would get very far. He claimed driving the horses the way they did to Felmire earned them a leisure pace. He wanted to take his time, to explore, to see everything there was to see. Ira tried, he could say that in earnest. He did try to move them along but he found was Myghal was stubborn, and Ira had no choice but to wait.

The anxiety waned as Myghal emerged from the brush holding a hare above his head in victory.

A quick meal later and Ira had them back on the road.

“So, the Cinders,” Myghal spoke up, “they’re the guild –who’s after you?”

“Part of it.” Ira hadn’t been bothered with Myghal’s questions because most of them weren’t about him personally, but about cities, villages, and more general areas. This one felt like a glancing blow.

“And they’re after you because…?” He passed Myghal a warning glance. “You told me you’d tell me, back in Felmire.” He thumbed behind them. “Let me guess, you’re just another dishonest thief?”

“It was competition. There, happy?”

“Come on, Ira. Can’t you tell me something about you? I’m the one dropping what I’m doing to help you along on your little quest.” Ira decided not to bite on that hook.

“That’s what it was. I was the best hand in the guild and that caught attention. Bad thieves are hungry thieves, and their jealousy turns to hate. So, they threw me out.”

“Thieves threw you out?” Myghal laughed in bewilderment.

“Well, they tried killing me. Same thing.” Ira tossed his shoulders, “it’s really not so different from living with the Northmen. Just a different kind of barbarian, right? You fight for survival. You can’t trust anyone—”

“You trust Darts.”

“I don’t trust anyone,” he almost stripped his blade for good measure, but the look on Myghal’s face told him he caught the hint. He pulled on his hood and the rest of the night was silent.

The next morning they were moving before the sun rose. It was drizzling, foggy and damp making it hard to recognize certain trees he was looking for. Ira didn’t make it a habit to visit a victim more than once, and certainly not some hut in the woods. The first time it had given him chills, and a second? He almost rather the Imperial keep.

“We go the rest of the way on foot,” he stopped them at a short, thick-based tree. He knew it by it’s twisting limbs, looking as if they had been braided like rope. “Don’t make a sound, don’t stop, just follow me.” He kept Berma’s lead short, stepping off the path and into the forest. The sun was giving light and color to the world now. Fog remained low on the ground, creeping around their footfalls and cascading between trees.

It didn’t take long for that feeling to come back. A sensation of something dreadful, something otherworldly that he knew at his core he would never understand, or want to. His palms grew cold, magic aching as if pressed against ice. It knew it was close. It was home.

They came across a dog sized rock and Ira stopped, tying Berma to a tree and signaling to Myghal to do the same. He skewed his brow but didn’t ask questions. By habit, Ira took the silent path. He couldn’t help but feel like these were the same steps he took before. Around sticks and fallen cones, weight on the balls of his feet keeping to moss and protruding stones when he could.

The short, wide hut emerged against shadowed trunks, made of lumber and long, slatted shingles. Ira crouched near the edge of the clearing, searching for movement in the windows. Myghal eased up beside him, taking a knee. Ira turned to him, pointing at him with a finger before diving it into his other palm.

Myghal shook his head.

He pointed at himself, using two fingers to mimic walking towards the door. And then he stood up and strolled off. Ira leapt up, darting around in front to shove against his shoulders. He didn’t budge. “I’m going to talk to her,” Myghal hissed, “You’re not the only one who wants answers.”

“You’re just going to walk up to her?”

“What’s your plan? Break in again? Do you really think that’s a good idea a second time?”

“What is she going to do, curse me again?”

"If you're trying to get her to remove the curse that's not a good idea." Ira didn't care. Either she was going to get rid of it or give him some answers. Myghal pushed past him, walked up the steps and reached for the door.

"What are you doing?" Ira yanked on the back of his shirt, almost getting him to lose his balance.

"It's called manners." Myghal turned to knock his hand away, "This is how most people use a door. You knock and you wait, and if someone's home they come to the door." In horror he knocked against the gate and Ira felt his stomach crawl for his throat.

The knob turned, hinges creaking as the gate was pulled open. Ira tensed, glaring at the short, hunched woman who appeared against firelight. She was stout, all of her silver hair combed to one side, wrinkled eyes shut. Fearlessly she stood there, face lifting as a wide smile pulled across her lips.

"Thief, you've learned how to use the door." Ira glared at her hoping she could sense it, "Come in, come in before you catch something in this chill." She waved over a shoulder as she turned. Ira passed Myghal his glare needing someone to see it.

Entering Ira looked around the small house, round, one level and one room. The kitchen was at the back, cauldron hanging over a low fire steaming up into the chimney. There was a bed on one wall, the other holding a desk with a number of jars and dry goods. Nothing had changed since he was last here.

"I have soup cooking." She shuffled over to the pot, patting the wall for the ladle hanging there.

"We aren't here to eat." Ira announced.

"Well, I have nothing else to steal," she laughed, "so what brings you back?" Ira looked around, from the desk up to the hanging dried plants.

"I did what the curse wanted. I found him so now what am I supposed to do?" She stirred at the soup, making a deep sound of indifference with a shrug of her shoulders. "You don't know?" Ira couldn't help his voice getting loud, "you put a curse on me and you don't know how to fix it?"

"There are different kinds of curses, none two alike. I don't know what the curse wants."

"You just used it on me." Ira snarled, stilling as Myghal placed a hand on his shoulder. "Why did you curse me?"

"Everything comes with a price, even for a thief." She turned from the pot, face impassive, "the curse is to teach you a lesson. So, what have you learned?"

"That you're useless." He growled. She only laughed.

"I wasn't so useless when you came for that magic, was I? Have you made good use of it in the past year, thief?"

"I have a name."

"I know that you do. I only want to remind you of what you are, considering you tend to forget."

"Don't speak as if you're familiar to me." Myghal squeezed his shoulder, "you have to know what I need to break the curse. You gave it to me, you can take it away."

"To do that, return what was taken."

"Then tell me why he's here? Why do I need him?" Ira threw his shoulder as if to signal to Myghal, but it was mostly to remove his hand. She took her time ladling the pale soup into two bowls, infuriatingly slow as she carried them over. One she handed to Ira, ignoring him as she turned to Myghal.

"Ah, well, it's good to meet you," she paused, searching for a name.

"Myghal."

"Myghal," she repeated, smiling as she placed the bowl in his hands. "You have a good heart, a good soul. I'm sorry that you've been caught up in all of this."

"So you'll apologize to him?"

"He's the innocent party here," she snapped at Ira. "He didn't steal ancient magic from a defenseless, blind woman."

"Defenseless," Ira scoffed. "Don't pretend you didn't nearly kill me in the process."

"It's a curse, don't be a baby about it." She swatted Ira's shoulder, turning to retrieve her bowl from the counter. "Sit down and rest. You've drug Myghal half way across the country. No telling what he's had to deal with, with you."

"I like her," Myghal chuckled.

"Sit, sit, rest out from the cold for a moment." She motioned them towards the pelt rug before the fire. Myghal didn't even hesitate. He strolled over, sat stretching his legs with a hum. Ira remained rooted. "So, let's hear it, thief. What have you learned?"

"Do you want me to say not to steal from old ladies?"

"Would you mean it?" She chuckled and shook her head as if knowing the answer. "You wanted that magic more than anything."

"I've heard it's the only thing that can stand against the Emperor."

"Ah, you're correct. Where did you hear such a thing?"

"I spent a lot of time with others who feel the same about the Emperor. Information spreads like a plague." Mirth worked over the fire, silent besides the occasional humming.

"You're the Rook, escaped from Dungaree, are you?" She poured herself a bowl of soup. Ira could feel Myghal watching.

"Dungaree is filled with those the Emperor wants to silence. It's more civilians than criminals and killers." He idly stirred at his bowl, "Its’ where he stores his secrets he doesn’t want the masses to know about."

"They must be sore you're missing," Mirth lost her playful tone, quiet and almost saddened now.

"What? Disappointed it wasn't some prince charming who came to take your magic? Someone to save the world? Instead, you got a guttersnipe."

"I would expect a prince would have a very hard time using The Foul." She turned and he was sure even the fire went silent, "That magic takes something dark to control, to barter with. But even you, Rook, must be careful opening up to it. Without balance, without control, it can decompose you." Ira snorted, drifting over to the desk to sit on its edge.

"So, the Emperor, he can send whoever he wants to prison?" Myghal sat his bowl down, turning to them with sunken brow.

"The Emperor is loved by most, He has a devoted following among the Empire, and not by force." Mirth shuffled to the desk, fingers running across the designs of notches carved into each container. "If you wish to end him, Rook, you will need more than The Foul."

"Would another curse help?"

"No, but I can give you another if you like. You have your magic, your destruction, and to balance such darkness you will need wisdom."

"Well, that doesn't explain the curse." Ira glanced at Myghal finding a glare. "Are you saying you want in?"

"I'm already helping you. You have my magic, but I appreciate your compliment." She chuckled to herself, an infuriating sound. Shooing him off the desk she opened a drawer for what looked to be a dried rat foot. "You will need the eye of a dragon."

"A dragon?" Myghal amazed him with how confused he sounded. "What's a dragon?" Ira cursed to himself as he strolled towards the counter.

"You may know it as a flying serpent, an Ophtenka." Mirth added with a wave of her hand.

"An Ophtenka eye?!" Myghal slouched, almost dropping his bowl, looking like a boy who had been told he was up for punishment. "Why?"

"She just said –I'm evil." Ira smirked, wincing as Mirth slapped his shoulder.

"If you want to be able to understand The Foul, to use it to its potential to over throw the Emperor, you will need the wisdom of dragons." Mirth dropped the ingredients into a mortar to grind together. "Your alignment has nothing to do with it. You're simply too stupid."

Myghal laughed.

"And you are too careless," she didn't spare him either. "Were you waiting for infection to set in? Hm? Neither of you are keen in self-preservation, I see." Myghal went quiet, shocked as he glanced to Ira. "Off with it. Let me fix it before you get yourself killed." Myghal scrambled to remove his belt, clearly worried at her raised tone.

"Infection?" Ira tilted his head, "don't tell me I'm going to have to start watching you like some ankle biter. This really is some curse, isn't it?"

"I'm a little sore, it's nothing bad –ah!" He bit off into a grimace as Mirth packed the mixture into his shoulder.

“Yes, well, you’ll be speaking a different verse when it begins to fester and spreads to your heart. You’ll be worse off than that louse over there.” She made a sloppy gesture towards Ira, scraping more from the mortar to pack. Myghal hissed a grimace.

“And… what happens if he dies?” Ira sat his bowl on the desk, crossing his arms in a dare for Myghal to look at him.

“I suppose you return to the state you were before you found him.”

“You mean, while I was looking for him?”

“Yes,” she deeply bobbed her head. “This curse chose him for a reason. I doubt it would search for another.”

“If he dies, I’m stuck with this curse, searching for him, when he’s dead?!” The icy ache melted in the rage, aiming it for Myghal considering she couldn’t see his face.

“Then, I suppose Rook, you best take care of your stolen goods.”

"These dragons, where are we going to find one? Are they even around anymore?" Myghal had become more relaxed on his horse in the two weeks since leaving Mirth's. Nepi was no longer a means of escape or stolen property, but instead a familiar fixture. She had also given him a new staff, one she promised wouldn’t break no matter what it struck. Ira had forgotten Myghal had a weapon at all. It didn’t seem to suit him.

"No dragons in the Arctic Ridge?"

"Not that I know of. Besides, if there is, you couldn't pay me all the gold in the Empire to go back there."

"What about in the south? No... what did you call them? Open-tents?"

"Ophtenka," his voice was somehow deeper when he spoke his native language. "And no, we haven't seen one of those for centuries. The last one died when the People of the Plains came together to defeat after they got tired of it destroying their villages."

"So then, you know how to kill one?" Ira hooked his reins on the saddle horn, twisting about to dig through his satchel. He was out of dried apples and with a low canteen he didn't want the last piece of bread. They would need to restock soon.

"It took an entire village to kill it. No offense, but I don't think one fighter and a thief are going to have any luck."

"Optimistic, aren't you?" Ira gave up looking for a snack. "Then what should we get instead?"

"I'm not saying we can't. Maybe we can find someone who does or who can help."

"Well, where would you look for someone like that? Or to even find an Ophtenka?" Ira knew who he could talk to, but he had found Myghal saw things very differently. Learning about him made for shorter rides and gave him an idea of who he was working with.

"A Row House," he answered and then paused. "Is that what they're called here?"

"Don't think so. Not that I've heard."

"You know, a place where everyone gets together for drinks or a good meal. It's the place for gossip, tall tales, war stories and legends. It's a fountain of information."

"So, a tavern. A place to eat and drink. Usually dark and a hive of underhanded business and good-for-nothings."

"The first part, yeah." Myghal grimaced, "What is wrong with people here?"

"You'll get used to it." Ira noticed movement through the trees in the bend. The woods were thinning out and between the trunks he could see sunlit fields, and three people on horseback. He knew a roadblock when he saw one, but the black banner flickering from their halberd wasn't Imperial so Ira didn't care.

"What's this?" Myghal grunted, having noticed Ira was looking. "Trouble?"

"Looks like someone may own this road," Ira shrugged. Myghal gave him that infamous look of confusion and he began to wonder how people lived in the south. "Sometimes people set up places in the road to intimidate riders. Sometimes it's officials or soldier, others it's bandits. Either way, they want money. They see this as their road –their territory.”

“No one owns a road,” Myghal scoffed. They slowed on their approach as one rider got down from their horse to stand in the middle of the dirt track. It looked to be their usual place. Trees along the side of the road had long since been taken down, lying in piles topped with limbs and litter giving a horse little room to maneuver around them.

“Halt!” the man called, hand lifted as one of the smaller riders readied a bow. “By the order of the region, you must pay a toll to continue on this road.” Ira stopped Berma, looking to Myghal.

“Pay to use a road?” He asked, still fumbling with the concept. “We haven’t seen any other roads we have to pay to use.” He glanced to Ira and was given a shrug.

“This road you do.” The archer spoke up, a woman. She was young by her tone, still carrying some childish whine. “If you want to get to Galenia you have ta pay the toll.”

“Oh, so the funds go to Galenia. Is that a town that’s nearby? Do they have a tavern?”

“I’m sure they do.” The gruff man carrying the halberd on his horse waved for them to hurry. “You need to pay up first.”

“So, not for Galenia then. What about for the Empire?” The three of them laughed.

"It's a toll road," the young woman snapped. “Just pay up or I’ll put an arrow between your eyes.” Myghal looked to Ira, brow wrinkled in confusion as if they were speaking a foreign language.

"But the funds don't go to the town or the Empire? Shouldn't it go to trying to make the place better for the people, or, at least, fix the road?" He motioned to the rocky mud, and Ira let him walk himself through it. "All right," Myghal released a long breath, tossing his shoulders before getting down from Nepi.

"Toll is two silver." The lead man clarified. Ira watched his partner in curiosity.

"How much are you going to give them, Myghal?" He paused, looking over the top of the saddle at Ira.

"Well, there's three of them. Two a piece?"

"Two? Each?" Ira frowned. But he saw Myghal reach under his pack, hand freeing the buttons to the holster Mirth had given them.

"Why not? I'm feeling a little generous." He whipped the staff free, twirling it to grab one end and swing across the mounted man from his horse. In an incredible flipping bounce of the staff, Myghal slid in an advance, spinning it on a wrist knocking the swordsman in the gut –one. Then the back of the head—two. The archer was too slow, having to reload. Myghal moved almost weightless, the way Ira had seen runners take rooftops.

A spin of Myghal’s staff caught the next arrow, and he leapt batting her across the stomach. One. And on the back of the head spilling her face down onto the road. Two. All three lay motionless in the dirt, Myghal taking a step back as he watched. Ira slouched in the saddle. He had expected money to be handed over, a loss on their part, Myghal as gullible as some noble's child. What he found he didn’t even have words for.

"What?" Myghal asked.

"Nothing."

"You're smiling."

"It's nothing." Ira assured, "two a piece, huh?"

"Yeah. That's what I said I'd give them." He chuckled, tapping his staff against a flat rock.

"I think your shorted him," Ira clicked his tongue pointing to the fallen horseman. Myghal glanced over, shoulders falling.

"Well, that's not fair, is it?" He reached out, giving a firm jab to their back. They gave a weak groan. "Even," he announced. "I've never understood the motive of highwaymen." He returned his staff to the sling before mounting again.

"Lack of skill or plethora of violence." Ira caught himself staring. Not that he could help it. He hadn't been this caught off guard since he was set up failure that put him in Dungaree. By Myghal's height and the width of his shoulders, Ira had placed him as a lumber oaf, not a weapons master.

"You know," he started, moving Berma around the unconscious woman. "This might not be so bad."

"What?"

"The curse. If it’s supposed to teach me something, maybe you’re the one to teach it to me, even if you are an idiot."

"That was almost a compliment." Myghal glared at him.

“Give me credit, I’m trying.”

#AU Time!#My Writing

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cinematicquack · 3 years ago

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For Crimes Forgotten - Shoot!

For Crimes Forgotten began shooting on the 4th of April. We were initially going to go to Glenshee on Monday, however, it was reported that the weather would be horrific on that day. The new schedule went as follows:

Monday 4th - the bings

Tuesday 5th - break day

Wednesday 6th - the bings

Thursday 7th - the bings

Friday 8th - break day

Saturday 9th - Glenshee!

We had a meeting on Sunday night, and I planned to get a good nights rest as I had to wake up around 5am to make it to the bings in time. I also called 111 due to my back which was still in pain!! And it turns out I slipped a disc in my back. Not ideal.

Day 1 - 4th April

I slept in. I think the last week of barely any sleep - and the fact I took my sleeping medication sunday night, resulted in me sleeping in till 8am. Not ideal!! This caused me to have a really severe anxiety attack. I first called Cameron, and informed him I’d be late. He explained that we had a half day on Monday, so they could manage without me if needbe. But I felt too bad, so I told him I was still on my way. I then got ready and left asap. I cried all the way to set (2 hours of bus rides). Cameron picked me up and gave me a hug bless him!. I managed to calm down once i got to set. The crew were all super understanding and nice about it.

It was actually a really nice day. I mainly just kept actors warm, helped Laura reset between takes, did some first aid, and helped carry kit. I decided I would bake some of my famous biscoff cupcakes for wednesday as an apology!

Day 2 - 6th April

I wasn’t late today!! And I brought some cupcakes! It was again, a really good day! Laurie came to do some BTS photography, and i also became a part of the camera department. I helped spot Ethan (DoP) as we were shooting on a gravelly slope. Ethan tells me that i saved both his and the camera’s life multiple times!!

Other than spotting, I did my usual job of helping with production design. It was a lot windier this day, and had on and off rain (and even hailstones at some points).

Day 3 - 7th April

More rain on the 3rd day. Charlie (who was 1st AC) was ill this day, so I became 2nd AC - so did clapper board and continued to spot Ethan, whilst still doing my usual production design jobs. It was a lot sunnier this day and i came up with the idea to use one of the spare blankets we had to cover the monitor and the people using the monitor so they could see the screen whilst it was sunny!!

I brought some lemon cake this day. And we wrapped in the bings!!

Day 4 - 9th April

Final shoot day!! This was the big one! Because we had moved Glenshee to the Saturday, Jagoda (our AD) wasn’t available. Cameron approached myself and Dan and asked if either of us would AD on this day. We decided we both would, but I would be the main AD. I was also asked to do some BTS photography for this day.

I had to get into town for 6am so I woke up at 4am. It was a nice car journey, and we arrived on-time. As we drove to the mountains, it gradually became snowier and colder. It was quite ethereal. It took a while to set up, we had a large tent with us (which became kind of like a greenhouse in the sunlight - which was amazing to come into after being in the snow and hailstones outside). We then found our spot, maybe 50 meters from the tent.

I started ADing, pushing people to set up and get to work, I also brought a portable speaker to keep people vibing and spirits high! We ran quite a bit behind, mostly due to weather. It would be sunny for 30 minutes, and then looming through the hills we would see a moving fog of snow coming towards us. So we would continue filming as much as we could till it hit us, then grab the actors and camera and run inside the tent. It was quite funny.

We wrapped around 6pm, so around 1.5 hours later than expected. I was very proud of my multitasking on production design, spotter, BTS photographer, and AD. the drive home was very nice and I slept the whole of Sunday!.

#filmproject #film project #forcrimesforgotten #for crimes forgotten

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bolbianddolanhouse · 5 years ago

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BNHA self insert AU

New to the AU? Start here!

Part 1

Chapter 40.5: NO! What Did You Say To Me?!

It’s the next day and couple had an extra pep to their step from last night’s adventure. Tenya was extra energetic going into work.

“Brother! Did you know McDonalds Sprite tastes like electricity?!” he chopped extra fast as he entered his brother’s office “I now understand.”

Tensei was extremely confused “I don’t know what Manual put in my coffee but did you just say McDonald’s Sprite tasting like electricity?” he looked in his coffee cup and sniffed it “Tenya did you drink coffee this morning? You’re awfully peppy and acting strange.”

“Nope! I’m just so full of good news!” Tenya said as he closed the door behind him and locked it.

“It must be! You don’t lock doors!” Tensei chuckled and put his mug down “what is it little brother? What do you need to tell me?”

“Tensei, I am a man” he puffed his chest out “yesterday I was just a boy but the universe was calling and they said that last night was the night I became a man!”

“Sooo you went to Mcdonalds last night?” Tensei was really trying to piece together what his brother was trying to get at “well the boys were saying that the McRib was back so I guess you had an experience?”

“What? No, well, I mean yea” he deflated a little because it was partially true “what I’m trying to say is that I proposed to Ita... AND SHE SAID YES!”

Tensei gasped and screamed “TENYA! Oh my gosh! I’m so proud of you” he rolled over to his little brother for a hug “tell me! how much did you spend on the ring? I bet you set everything up just right!”

“Oh ummm I didn’t have a ring” he meekly spoke “I sort of just impulsively took her to McDonalds and ate in the car in the peer-over parking lot. The moonlight hit her just right and I just...asked.”

“Wow, props to you” Tensei was somewhat impressed “you got yourself a genuine woman that loves you, any other girl would’ve said no or say to try again when you get a ring.”

-Meanwhile, at the Robo Dog INC office-

“AHHHH!” screamed Mimi and Jin, almost spilling her coffee.

“Ay mi cafe!” I stabled my cup of freshly poured coffee “guys what the hell?”

“My babygirl is gonna get married!” Mimi started sobbing “it seemed like yesterday we were building Muffin 2.0, now our girl is gonna change last names!”

“Man, what the fuck Ita! Now we gotta plan a whole ass wedding” Jin was sobbing and getting his tablet out.

“I didn’t ask-”

“NOPE TOO LATE! I’m already booking a venue hunting day” he tapped on his tablet “but damn, a bitch getting married! Soon you’ll have a whole house full of babies- OH GOD I’M GOING TO BE A UNCLE!”

“SHUT UP BITCH! THAT MAKES ME FEEL OLD” Mimi punched Jin in the arm, then held him “oh god, I’m going to be an aunty!”

“Can we refocus?” I said pulling them closer to my desk “I love you guys but yall always be jumpin ahead to shit that hasn’t happened yet” I sigh into a smile “but will yall be my maids of honor? Because I can’t think of any other bitches that would be down to throw hands for me on my special day.”

“You soft ass bitch of course!” they said as they hugged me from either side.

“I heard screaming!” Beizu panted as he ran into the moment “what’s going on?”

“Don’t-”

“ITA IS GETTING MARRIED!” Mimi and Jin yelled in unison.

“Oh gee-”

“AHHHH! THE BOSS IS GETTING MARRIED?!” Beizu cried out in excitement.

By the end of the day, our closest friends knew about our engagement. Mimi and Jin were helping with the planning already. I still had to tell my parents and his parents, my parents and siblings so happen to be visiting me on Christmas until my father’s birthday. I killed two birds with one stone and brought my family to the Iida family estate for Christmas.

“Oh wow fancy!” my mother cried out “oh do we have to take our shoes off mija?”

“No you don’t” I said taking off my scarf “but take off your coats and I’ll put them on the thing.”

“Almost 8 years living here and you’re still saying ‘the thing’?” my brother scoffed “pathetic- ow!”

My mother slapped the back of his head “Don’t talk down on your sister!” she scolded “if it wasn’t for her, you’d still be in crutches or dead!” she crossed her arms and looked sternly at the little brother and Older sister “te portas bien! No fire y No vuelas in la casa!”

“Yes madre” groaned the two, glaring at their accomplished sister.

“Well if it isn’t the Palmas?!” warmly welcomed Mr. Iida “welcome to our family estate! Please join us in the main hall!”

Tenya and I followed behind them and saw that the same few amount of people came to the Christmas party. They all welcomed my family, excited to see some new faces at the function. When it came close to the end of dinner, Tenya stood up.

“May I get everyone’s attention?” he waited for everyone to look at him “I’d like to thank the Palmas for join us this holiday and for everyone that had to brave the snow to get here” he cleared his throat “but I have an announcement! Seeing how great both families seem to get along, we’ve decided to unify!” everyone at the table was confused.

“Why’d you say it like that?” I laughed and stood up “he meant to say we’re engaged.”

The room erupted in a mix of happiness and relief “And I know you said you don’t need a ring but” he pulled out a small box from his pocket and got on his knee “but here’s a proper one to satisfy our nagging parents” he opens the box to reveal a pearl ring in antique gold “would you say it again? For the whole world to hear?”

“I don’t need a ring to show that you love me” I tried not to cry “I don’t care if you give me the biggest pearl in the ocean or the rarest rock in the galaxy, money can’t buy what we have.”

“And your the disorder to my routine, the spice in my food and the moonlight when the daylight disappears” he holds her hand and the family awes at the sight “will you marry me so I can live along side you in your world?”

“Yes, of course I’ll marry you!” I cry out. He slips the ring on me and lifts me up as he stood up. “oh now you’re showing off!” I laughed.

“Why wouldn’t I? I’m marrying my soulmate!” he said confidently and put her down “I’d swim in the freezing ocean, fight off marine life and eat a dozens of oysters for you babe.”

“That sounds oddly specific” I got suspicious “did you-”

“He did, I was there” Tensei laughed as he rolled over to us “he tried to bargain with seagulls to not steal the oysters he was finding OH the look on his face when those seals showed up! priceless!”

“It wasn’t funny brother!” he chopped “the lifeguard ha-”

“THE LIFEGUARD HAD TO SHOW UP! OH MAN!” I bursted laughing “Ay Tenya! You didn’t have to.”

“But I wanted too” they kissed “anything for you.”

Everyone was happy for the couple and got to know each other a little better now that they’re going to be family. Our parents got along a little too well.

“Boy! Why didn’t you tell me Mr Palma is a skilled metal worker?!” Mr Iida huffed “the man just waved his hand over the dents on the antique cabinet and it looks like new!”

“I just adore the curls on your head Mrs Palma!” Tenya’s mother gushed “I hope our grandchildren will have the same curls!”

“Oh geez they’re having a time aren’t they” I giggled as I looked from a distance with Tenya “do you think they’ll always be this buddy-buddy?”

“How should I know? My parents don’t have friends” he ruffled her hair “but that doesn’t matter right now, because right now I want to get cozy in the parlor with you.”

“Take me away Tenya!” I say as he scoops me up to make a quick escape to the parlor for a much needed make-out and cuddle.

Time passes, it’s late February and I have our wedding invitations ready to distribute. I go over my list and see that it’s not going to be a huge ordeal and I could invite a few more people. Shinso comes across my mind, it’s been years and I still haven’t gotten closure nor know where he is exactly. I hesitate on it and Tenya notices.

“Hey what’s wrong?” he leans over to rest his chin on her shoulder “you’ve been staring at this list for a while.”

“It’s just that, I don’t know if should um” I take a deep breath “I don’t know if I should invite Shinso.”

“Oh I see, you still haven’t found him” he sits next to her “I know he’s your ex and you had so much together. He’d want to go to our wedding, he cares about you.”

“Then I have a phone call to make” I said as I levitated my phone to me. I called Kendo and asked where Shinso lives so I can give him a wedding invitation. She gives me the address and notifies Monoma when I should be dropping by. They said tomorrow in the late morning is fine. I got a big anxiety attack in the car before stepping out to their front door. By the time I pulled myself together, it started to rain. I ran to their front door and knocked as I huddled under the very narrow door shelter. The door opened and my heart dropped to the floor, it was Shinso. “Um, Hi”

“Hey” we stood there, wide eyed for a while because this was the first time in years we’ve heard each-other’s voices. He snapped out of it when the sound of the rain got harder “oh please come in, it’s getting bad out there.”

“Thanks, I’ll just-” I started to take off my shoes and he takes off my coat “oh um I got it you don’t have to help me.”

“No it’s okay” he hung up my coat on the rack next to the door “please have seat in the living room and I’ll get you a towel.”

“Oh it’s alright” I was on the verge of another anxiety attack “I was just going to give you a-”

“No please stay until the rain clears up” he basically begged for her to stay “I wouldn’t want you to go back out there and drive. I’ll be quick.”

He hurries off into the hallway and I make my way to the cozy living room. I sit down and I hear a very familiar meow “Could it be?” I gasped and a chonky boi jumps up and onto my lap “Biscuit! Oh my sweet kitty angel babey!” I nearly started crying as the cat rubbed up against me and purred “I missed you so much! I’m sorry I haven’t showed up sooner, I tried so hard to find you two.” He nestled into my arms “How are you baby? Eating well I see!” I scratch his favorite spot on his back and heard him purr louder “did you miss me too? I never stopped thinking about you and your late night zoomies.”

“Oh wow this takes me back” Shinso spoke up, startling me “sorry! didn’t mean to scare you” he hands me the towel and puts down a teacup “I got you some tea as well.”

I wipe my hair and shoulders dry and I remember the teacup “You kept the teacup I got you for our anniversary?” I remembered the day vividly “I still have the hoodie you got me.”

“I saw! Iida-kun has a picture of you with it on as his lock screen” he cracked a smile “by the way, you look good, NOT TO SAY YOU DIDN’T LOOK GOOD BEFORE but you look different.”

“Well when you go through a horrendous break up and gain a couple millions” I gesture to my torso “you spend a couple thousands to stay this presentable.”

“Well when I went through a horrendous break up, all I did was travel and smoked a lot of weed” he copied my gestures “none the richer, just the same old me.”

“You do look different” I giggled “you never styled your hair or let your facial hair grow out when we were together” I point to his outfit “and you hated fashion tracksuits! This whole get up suits you.”

He turned a little red “I did say that heh” he saw me levitate the teacup to my hands to take a sip “listen, about what happen, I’m sorry and I-”

“I forgive you” I interrupted him “I spent years thinking about what I was going to say to you when I saw you again. I told myself I wasn’t going to cry and I wasn’t going to blame you for what happened” I took a deep, calming breath “I’m sorry, I didn’t listen and I didn’t speak my mind when we were together. I spent so long holding back, biting my tongue to what I really wanted to say to you when we lived together. I did it because I didn’t want you to leave me” I started crying “FUCK this is so stupid, I’m crying! But I didn’t want you to leave and I just let you walk all over me when you didn’t want to do what I wanted to do or when you didn’t want to come along to the things I wanted to go to. When I was pregnant, I felt my life drain away as you were becoming more and more controlling. I knew it was toxic but I didn’t want to say anything because nobody was going to help me if I did manage to escape your controlling ways. I loved you so much Hitoshi, I convinced myself that nobody was going to love me the way you do” I wiped my tears “when you left while I slept, I couldn’t sleep in that bed anymore or stand to look at the emptiness of the house. I wished that you’d return after a month or two but the years went by and I stopped believing in love.”

“You suffered before I even left?” he asked and saw me nod “you loved me to the point of suffering! Ita you didn’t have to stay if you felt that way, I would’ve understood if you wanted to let go.” he took a deep breath “Let me say my side, I couldn’t stand the idea of growing up and I saw you maturing and I was scared. I loved you but not your goals or dreams and I thought having a baby would solve everything!” he reached out to hold her hand “but I saw how quickly you changed and realized that it was probably the worst decision ever. I was considering not having this baby anymore, how fucked up is that?! When you lost the baby, I didn’t know how to feel and I didn’t want to tell you that I didn’t want the baby, so I just didn’t talk so I wouldn’t accidentally say what I was thinking. When you said you wanted to hear me, I considered it for a second but I kept writing that note I left for you on the fridge. That last ‘I love you’ broke me, I cried at my desk, as I cleaned the house of my things, did the laundry and loaded my things up in a movers van. I laid in bed with you and it hurt to see you sleeping and unaware of what I was doing. I kissed you for the last time and pulled the sheet over you to keep you warm before I left.” he didn’t notice that tears were pouring down his face “I still loved you as I was traveling from place to place. Wondering if you were doing alright or if you were also thinking about me. When I was in Hokkaido, I saw your face on the cover of Business Insider with your friends in the liquor store I frequent and couldn’t believe it! You made your dream into reality, without me. Figured that you were doing well and that you didn’t care about me anymore.”

“That’s not true Hitoshi, I care so much” I squeezed his hand “I’d worry myself sick about where you ran off to and tracked you for a while until you went north for work.”

“Wait who told you about my whereabouts?”

“Amajiki did, I remembered that you two worked together and I asked him about you about a month after you left” I recalled “he’d update me about the places you bounced off to and where you stayed.”

“Oh that guy, well he’s very honest and means well” he thumbed my engagement ring “but so is Iida-kun, I’m happy you two finally said it and stayed together. He’s a better man than me, you know something, I knew he liked you” he remembered the time in the dorms “he even tried to stop me from getting close to you! He’d talk so highly about you and held you like a lover, so I didn’t believe that you two were just friends. We got into that fight because he lost his temper that I stole you away from him! Why he didn’t just tell you anyways or fought you is beyond me, I would’ve handed you over.”

“Why? You showed me more interest that he did.”

“Yea but I also knew that you liked him too from the way you talked to him, and that thing you do with your lips when you want a kiss but are too shy to ask” he pinched her cheek “and that blush and smile combo whenever he talked to you! And you never did that with me!”

“Was it that obvious?” I blushed bright red “I thought I was playing it so cool! Well I guess it doesn’t matter now that we’re getting married OH THAT’S RIGHT!” I reach into my purse to give him an invitation “the whole reason I came here for was to invite you and Monoma to my wedding!”

He opened the invitation and smiled “I’ll go for sure, I want to see my friends get married” he laughed “you’re the only bitch I respect in that circle and I expect the most outta this wedding.”

Before I could say anything, a familiar blonde walked into view “Hitoshi, why the fuck is the bathroom window open?!”

I look at the blonde man and give him the once over, putting two and two together “ I McFUCKING KNEW IT!” pointed at both of them “YALL FUCKIN’!”

“What made you think-”

I pointed at the blonde’s pants “Those are his fuckin’ pants!” I get giddy “Neito always wears his slam pieces pants post fuck!”

“Oh you caught me Ita!” Monoma slyly said with his hands up “from rivals to lovers, Hitoshi is my personal power bottom.”

“NEITO!” Shinso was turning red “I’m not a bottom just so we’re clear!”

“Shut up bottom!” I hushed Hitoshi and turned to Monoma “you gotta tell me how y’all got into this gay realization!”

We got into good conversation on all that time we’ve missed. It felt good to have this closure and see that he was happy with his new partner too.

“...and that’s when we realized, maybe I should start giving a shit about my hair!” Shinso finished his story.

“Oh I just realized some weird shit!” I got hit with some facts “we are fucked each other at some point, a full circle fuck if you will.”

“WAIT HOL UP!” Shinso put his hands up “you two fucked? When?!”

“Oh babe we lost our virginities to each other” Monoma casually responded “we were yelling at each other in the practice area one moment, then half naked in her bed the next.”

“Good times! You were so pussy whipped that everyone thought you changed your ways” I sighed remembering those days “remember when you accidentally sexually moaned during joint training when Shoji slapped your ass instead of doing his new technique.”

“Oh stop! I was pent up because you kept edging me in passing” he rolled his eyes and laughed “then I fucked the shit out of you later that night for making a fool of me!”

“God that was hot, my kink was making you mad and making you beg” I booped his nose “but I bet you two have more fun! Lucky you.”

“Um what the fuck? And you call me a bottom?!” Shinso said bootytickled.

“You are a bottom Hitoshi” I point at him “do I need to remind you who would BEG for sex and to pull their hair?”

“Well what does that make you two?” he huffed.

Monoma and I look at each other and said “Power-verses, who ever cums on top, wins.”

I laugh “Oh I missed you guys! We should go on a double date” I checked the time “oof I should get going, I have to go drop off a few more invites.”

“The rain did stop” Shinso said as he looked out the window “It was nice to see you again! I’ll make sure we spend more time together before the big day.”

“I’d like that” I smiled as I stood up. We hugged goodbye and I left with a clear conscience. Now I can move on to the next big life step.

-Fast Forward, April-

“Oh my goodness!” cried out Mimi when I stepped out from behind the curtain “it’s basically like the one your mom had!”

“Is it? I haven’t seen myself in the mirror yet!” I get giddy. I took Mimi and Jin with me to my final fitting with Best Jeanist.

“Here you go!” Jeanist flipped his studio mirror toward me “Oh and I have a final piece to go with this.”

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw my wedding dress “It’s just like my mom’s! I love it!”

“I’ve been saving this for a while” he brings out a flat box “I’ve been anticipating your wedding day since I went into fashion design. I dabbled in traditional embroidery and made this” he revealed a light gray obi with a scenic embroidery of a garden and pond with light pink lilies and green lily pads floating on the water.

“It’s beautiful!” I got teary eyed.

He fastened the obi around her “You’re a very special girl and usually parents give their of age children kimono and obi” he finished fastening and looked into the mirror with her “I’ve always had a paternal fondness for you, if I did have children, I’d want a daughter like you.” He wiped her streaming tears “don’t cry, but my goodness you look like a proper bride! I can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle.”

Mimi blew her nose “I’m a fucking mess! You’re so beautiful” she turned to Jin “you doing alright?”

Jin wiped his tears “Yea, I’m so fucked up on this wedding shit” he tapped on his tablet “wedding prep is 90 percent complete, now we pick up our attire and do a check in with the decorators to finish our checklist!”

“Damn, yall really helped me plan a whole ass wedding” I heard my phone ring “Oh can one of yall check that? It might be my mom.”

Jin checks “Oh shit, Ochako had her baby!”

“NO WAY! She wasn’t due until like mid May!” I gasped “Now come June, everyone will be able to come to my wedding.”

I get home to dinner ready “Welcome home!” Tenya said as he greeted me with a tight hug “how was your fitting?”

“Amazing! But you won’t know until day of” I teased before I kissed him “Did you get your groomsmen sorted out?”

“Yea, so I got Tensei as man of honor and Manual, Shoto, Kirishima and Sero.”

“Glad everything did work out” I pour myself some water “oh and update, My America friends are gonna fly in a week before but they have housing so the house won’t be crowded in the days leading to the day.”

“That leaves with...Hm” Tenya tried to remember what’s left to do “I guess get married!”

“Basically and I’m very excited to do so” I put my arms around him “did you think you’d get this far with me?”

“No, its funny” he touched foreheads with her “when we were still in first year, during the time you declined to be a competitor in the sports festival, I opened up to my brother about you and the strange feelings I get when I was around you” he smirked “I was so oblivious that what I was feeling was love and Tensei pointed it out to me. It was weird to me and I said that I feel like I met my wife, Tensei thought I was crazy but encouraged me to get closer to you.”

“That’s so cute what the fuck” I was flattered “did you think the feelings you got around me was my hidden quirk?”

“If I say yes, are you going to laugh at me?”

“You already know I’ll wheeze” I put my hands on his face and squished “but you were right, you did meet your wife.”

“I did and I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together” he put his hands on her wrists to loosen her squish “come on future wife, lets eat, I made stir fry with udon noodles.”

The weeks flew by too quick and it was wedding day! A nice June day to have one, Ita and her bridal party were getting ready at the church.

“Look at how gorgeous you are!” cried out her best friend from America, Calvin “and the side-do really does it for your look, I can’t believe you’re fully that bitch!”

“Shut your fuck!” I retorted back, on the verge of tears “I’m so fucking emotional right now!” Mimi rushing in distracted me “Oh? what’s up?”

“Groom and party have arrived” she informed “also your parents want to come in.”

“Oh let them in”

My mom walked in arm in arm with my dad, “Ay mija! Te mires muy linda!” she nearly started crying “tenemos la corona aqui si estas lista.” She took out a pearl bridal crown with veil from it’s box and put it on my waiting head.

“AY voy a llorar!” my dad cried out “you look so beautiful Ita, I’m so happy that you’re alive to have a wedding day” he wiped his tears “I thank God every night that you’re alive and happy.”

“Oh dad” I got up to hug him “don’t cry, I’m only here because you were strong enough to let me go.”

We refocus and finished getting ready, Mimi was sending a note back and forth for me and Tenya since we can’t see each other until the ceremony. My bridesmaids line up and before I take my spot, I realized I forgot my bouquet and warped to the dressing room to get it.

“I would forget this!” I said to myself as I reached for my bouquet. As I put my hand on it, a face popped up right next to it “EHH! WHAT THE!”

“Oh I thought you might be here” Mirio said with a smile “you know, you don’t have to marry him. We could just run away together and nobody will be the wiser!”

I wasn’t down to play games “Aren’t you married Mirio?!” I crossed my arms “you better get your ass into your suit and back in that church before I whoop your ass, on GOD!”

“I mean it Ita!” he begged “I’m not joking when I say I still love you, my wife doesn’t have the same effect like you do on me.”

Suddenly Mimi and Jin bust in with guns out “OH FUCK HE DONE DID IT!” yelled Jin.

“Listen here naked man!” Mimi walked forward, gun cocked “you get your cheating ass away from the bride! Or as GOD as my witness, we’ll beat your ass again NO QUIRKS!”

“You three don’t scare me!”

Nighteye rushes in “You little- TOGATA!” he chucked a tuxedo toward Mirio “put your tuxedo back on and leave the bride alone!” he bowed to me “I’m so sorry he tried to do anything to ruin your day Miss, I saw that he would try to convince you to call off the wedding but get beat up if I didn’t intervene.”

“Thank you Sir” I bowed back “I’ll be taking my spot now” I grabbed my bouquet “I have to marry my soulmate and I’m running behind schedule!”

Everyone gets to their spots and the ceremony begins, as I walk down the aisle with my dad, I catch a glimpse of Tenya at the alter and he looked at me the same way he did when we went to the dance in 1st year.

“Who gives this bride?”

“Her mother and I” my dad says as he was about to let me go to the alter “Tenya, I expect you to love and cherish my daughter with everything you have. She’s my pride and joy, I almost lost her once but this time she’s found with you.”

I hug my parents before floating up the stairs to the altar, when I joined hands with Tenya, our eyes met and sort of shut out some of the ceremony.

“Whoever thinks these two shouldn’t marry, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Almost on cue, Mirio stands up but before he could say he objects, all the agents in attendance whipped out their guns to point them at him. Mirio then sat back down and shut his mouth.

“Now is the exchange of vows, can the ring bearer please bring the rings.”

I get a ring from the pillow “Tenya, from the moment I met you, I thought you were just showing me pity because I was new and alone. But as my heart grew fonder of you and your way of interacting with me, I realized that I fell in love with you and couldn’t say a thing about it because I didn’t want to scare you away. When we reunited, I knew that we had something special that I wasn’t about to let go of again.” I put the ring on him “with this ring, I promise to be faithful, loyal and patient with you because you make me feel less lonely in this world.”

He tried not to tear up as he got his ring from the pillow “Ita, I didn’t know I was in love with you until I couldn’t contain these strange feelings when I’m around you. Every-time I look at you, I want to protect you from the unfairness of the world. And every-time I gather the courage to hold your hand, it’s like I’m on top of the world. When we reunited and you told me you forgave me, I knew that I had to hold on and never let go again.” he slips the ring on her “with this ring, I promise to be understanding, protective and tender with you because I want to be part of your world and always be by your side.”

“I now pronounce you, husband and wife, you may kiss the bride.”

We kissed and lingered on each other for a moment before giving a bow to everyone. Hand in hand, we ran down the aisle and to the waiting limousine to take us to the reception.

“That went so much better than I thought” Tenya chuckled “I thought I was going to stumble on my words or start crying when you walked down the aisle.”

“It was everything I dreamed of” I rest my head on his shoulder “I hope that this isn’t another vivd dream.”

“A vivd dream?”

“Yeah, my telekinesis over-works when I sleep so I get vivd dreams” I squeeze his hand “it’s my fear that I’ll wake up and I’ll be in the dorms or wake up in the hospital.”

“Well I can tell you that this isn’t a dream” he kissed her hand “it’s all real, and you’re all mine.”

“I better see your face in the morning then” I looked up at his eyes “I love you.”

To be continued

#bnha #mha #self insert au #chapter 40.5 #not canon #will update regularly #ask me anything #//Palma-sama Speaks #I see yall liking this fluff and I hate to say it but it'll be a little gritty before the next feel good part #I cried so much writing this part out bc I want my wedding to be just like this #next is the last part of this leg of the AU then I'll compile everything into one post with all the chapters linked for easy reading #I've decided to make all these chapters as 'book 1' then have the other parts into their own respective 'books'#thanks for reading! keep the asks coming!

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mysticalfriends · 7 years ago

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Anon Asks: Pets

It’s under the cut for length reasons. I hope y’all enjoy this peek into our lives~ Thank you for asking anon! We all had a lot of fun writing this <3 Mod Vem

Us Mods’ Pets:

Vem - Oh dear, sweet nonny. You have no idea what you just asked. I have all sorts of pets in the house. The ones I claim are 3 cats and a snake. If you want to count the snake food, I’ve got another...7 mice in the freezer. Wow, that sounds really bad to people who don’t have special diet pets doesn’t it? I didn’t intend to have 3 cats either. There are stories for each of my cats, and I’d be happy to share but otherwise this is going to get unreasonably long. Their names are Neko, Drei, and Zuko, and they are all adorable. The snake is actually the oldest, and I actually never liked any names suggested, so she’s just ‘Snakey’. I got her when I was 12, and if you can guess how I got the names for my cats you can tell that I’m really bad at naming things. Thank you for asking, I love talking about my ‘non-human friends’! You give me smiles <3

Ro- Unlike everyone else, I’m forever alone and I have absolutely no pets. However, I do like to hang out with my friends cats and dogs, though they don’t live with me so I only see them about once or twice a week. Thanks for asking! <3

Rikyn: (I think I wrote too much, I just love talking about my cats) I love animals so much~! I have four cats. Fluffy is the eldest cat that all the others respect. She's a fluffy black cat, and she's treated like a true queen. My mom treats her like Jumin treats Elizabeth the 3rd. Then there's Princess. She was my older sister's cat, but she was unable to take care of her. Princess is my absolute favorite cat we've ever had. Her and I talk to each other through series of meows. She's also a black cat, but she's short haired. Next is Flower, she's the most gorgeous cat ever. She's a tortoise shell cat, and her fur and eyes are so pretty. She loves attention from everyone, even little kids. My sister found her on the streets of New York, but she couldn't keep her, so we took her in. Lastly, there's Lily. We found Lily on our porch almost two years ago. She was the runt of the litter, and her mom abandoned her. So, my older sister and I sat out on the porch and petted (is that a word?) her for hours. My mom knew that there was going to be a giant snow storm the next day, so we let her into the house. My mom and dad both have soft spots for her. It's so pure.

Jaenna: Nah, no pets (but I’d love one!) My mum’s allergic, so I can’t really. I have a solar panelled waving cat on my desk though, does that count? And actually, I did once have a rabbit named after Jake from the Tweenies and 2 gold fish named Ant and Dec.

Jelly- I love talking about my pets. I have two dogs, a lab mix named Luna and a beagle mix named Charlie. Luna loves attacking towels. We don't know why. She loves being in a car and driving around town with us, and it's adorable to see her reactions to other dogs and hoomans. Charlie isnt as playful, he'll attack Luna and they'll fight (playfully though) but he doesn't play with us often. He has separation anxiety so he whines a lot when my oldest brother is working. Next, we have two cats, Ming-Ming and Stripers. Ming is a Siamese mix. We're not too sure what else there is in her. She's the daughter of Stripers and loves being pet and loves playing. Stripers, on the other hand, is scared of us for some reason. Some days she's fine and will let us pet her, other days she runs away if we happen to step in the same area. We used to have more cats but they either died (;-;) or ran away. I used to own a cat named Rascal. He was my favourite animal to exist ever. But one day, after school, mom, my sister, and I were driving into the garage when Rascal ran straight into the tire. I cried for about four hours straight that day and we had a lil funeral and buried him. I didn't mean for this to become so sad haha. Thanks for the ask~

Sarin- ohhhh boy! A chance to talk about my pets~! I have two cats, and a horse! My oldest cat is Kitty Kinz. She’s sassy and fluffy, and loves to suckle on soft things for some reason? It’s adorable, but it’s also gross going to grab my robe and there’s a wet spot. My newest addition is named Cheeto. He kinda adopted us, in a way. He just started hanging around our house earlier this year, maybe around March, and as he was skinny, we fed him. It took a while, but we were eventually were able to get close and pet him (he’s very cuddly!), just don’t pick him up, lol. Now, for my dog horse Mija! I got her about 8 years. I got her when she was 2. We both learned together, and she is my baby girl. She follows me around like a dog and gets super jealous when I work with other horses. She was abused, and I’m not going to get into it here (its a super long story), but if you are curious you can pm me on my personal blog and I will certainly tell you more!

Saemoni: I have an old dog, his name is Tito (I named him like that). He’s been with me ever since I was 6 years old (a lot of years), I got him after moving to the city where I live in. He’s a beagle, doesn’t know how to behave (still love him), and he’s blind, he’s been blind for about 3 years? Doctor said it was because it’s something common in beagles, so it’s no problem. I haven’t been with him a lot recently because I have so much HW and other activities, but I love bathing him and playing a bit (he gets tired pretty easily because he’s old). He barks at night, worst time ever, I always tell him to quiet down, but I can only get him to do that if I stay with him for a few minutes and let him sleep in (I usually leave him out in my garden because he prefers it, and it’s common to do that here where I live), but if it’s raining or really cold I let him sleep in the kitchen or in a bathroom my family and I don’t use. He’s my only pet, but I want a cat hehehe, I won’t buy one soon because my dog gets jealous pretty easily and also because it would be too much for me to take care of two pets.

Rion - So I have 4 pets. 1 dog, her name is Daisy and she’s an English Springer Spaniel who is a complete moron. She will cry if she can’t be a little spoon at night time and runs into doors on a daily basis. Then theres the 3 cats. Nala who is our Bengal, she likes to escape from the living room and hide in cupboards, yelling when we have to put her away. She jumps onto my shoulders automatically when I enter the living room and she only does it for me. She’s also a show cat, we have pedigree papers and sometimes take her to local showings. We have Ash who’s a British Shorthair, he’s super chill and quiet. He literally purrs when someone enters the room. Then there’s Denzel, we adopted him from a family friend as their toddler was really bad with him, he is so food orientated and yells when you take food away to refill the bowl.

#anon asks #pets #Mod Vem #ask the mods

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surveys-at-your-service · 8 years ago

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Survey #80

oh wow, sorry for the inactivity ya’ll. been busy with moving and no internet...

is your hair damaged? no, it's very healthy, actually. people love my hair, makes me feel amazing tbh ;;u;; who was the last person you threw out of your life? um idk really. i rarely throw people out... i believe in fixing relationships. most, realistically, are salvageable. how many hours did you sleep last night? like... none. e_e has someone disappointed you recently? yes. a friend was acting rather immature last night. do you prefer hot or cold weather? COLD COLD COLD are you afraid of roller coasters? yup. are you shy? VERY!!! do you hate it when you go over to someone’s house and do absolutely nothing? no, so long i have my phone or laptop. what color is the hair of the last person you kissed? black does the last person you kissed wear glasses? nope you’re on your way home from a night out, and you’re sure someone is following you. what do you do? drive to the nearest police station. what colors of mascara have you worn on your lashes? only black what color ARE your lashes? black what font do you usually use? a small version of arial or garamond. do you put gel or mousse in your hair? i do not. ever used to have an imaginary friend? no actually. ever used a dreamcatcher? if so, did it work? nope. ever took ballet, jazz, or tap dancing classes? jazz, hip hop, clogging, modern... wear a specific necklace every day? i do not. are you an affectionate person? very. what is something you are proud of? graduating in the highest tier of my graduating class. time of day you were born? 11:20 A.M., i think. are you a boy or girl? girl how do you want to die? idk, really. some pretty painless way. ever made out in the bathroom? no. are you scared of spiders? most. do you have piercings? how many? yes, two in each earlobe. i've HAD many more, buuut... long story. want any more? yep. labret on lip, snake eyes on tongue, right side of nose, more on my ears... have you ever been on a horse? i have. have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? i have, much to my dismay. do you believe your most recent ex thinks about you? doubt it. ever been to alaska? i wish! what’s your zodiac sign? aquarius do you like subway? ye what is your least favorite color? brown or like, puke green. do you like to read? not anymore, no. what’s something you’re really passionate about? m e e r k a t s ! ! ! ever been bitten by a snake? nope a spider? not to my knowledge ever had a job? if so, what and for how long? two, yes. gamestop sales clerk for like a month. dollar general cashier for legit four days lmao. ever won yourself a stuffed animal? sure ever had someone else win you a stuffed animal? i think. do you like lollipops or suckers? yeah, sure. favorite fruit? strawberries favorite vegetable? broccoli favorite meat? chicken do you drink energy drinks? nope. ever used crest white strip? no, but i'd like to. do you want to cut your hair? i need it trimmed. do you have any scars? shin and chin is your profile private? my facebook one? yes. what artist do you have the most songs for in your itunes/music library? ozzy osbourne or metallica what’s your blood type? a- do people ever say your name wrong? how do they say it? no. it's such a common name, so. which do you like better, biographies or autobiographies? autobiographies, imo. do you think that your parents give you a lot of freedom? even at 21, no. which do think is classier, black clothes or white clothes? black have you ever seen a ghost? explain: idk. i KNOW i've seen some inhuman entity walking on all fours once before, but idk if it was truly a "ghost" do you like oatmeal? eh, i'm picky. can't have too much milk, i'll tell ya that for sure. are any of your friends in a band? no. what is the worst food experience you’ve had? eating brussel sprouts omg never again do you know how to tap dance? i know how to clog. same thing, just different shoes for a different sound effect. what’s your favorite flavor of skittles? RED OMG when was the last time you used oil pastels? high school art class do you know who edward gein is? hmmmm... wasn't he some serial killer or even a satanist, something along those lines? name sounds familiar. think there's a character in the silent hill franchise in his name. if pot was finally legalized, what would you do? idk if it's legal in nc, but anyway, i still wouldn't do it. do you like sitting on the inside or outside of a restaurant booth? inside do you prefer an automatic or a manual transmission? automatic who is your favorite disney character? not sure, maybe mufasa. if you’re staying home all day, do you bother getting changed or do you just stay in your pajamas? stay in pajamas. if you don’t drive - how come? if you do - how old were you when you got your license? i have my permit, but i don't drive much because of anxiety. i am a nervous wreck, and i'm not comfortable endangering other's lives. have you ever caught a tadpole? ye. (: what kind of dog would you get if you could choose any breed? right now, a chow chow. how often do you listen to rap? like never. do you have the boobs to work at hooters? boobs, maybe, but not the body. granted, i'm only a d because of my weight. when i wasn't overweight, i was a c. are you wearing a ring, if so who gave it to you? yes, and my mama. if someone of importance checked your profile, would you be embarrassed? what profile, my facebook? not really. has anyone ever told you “forever”? AND YET HE'S NOT HEEEEEREEEEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! :D which is harder - walking in the snow or sand? sand, omg. do you like sour candy? YEAH in one word, how would you describe your best friend? honest. is there a song that reminds you of your best friend? "friends" by... i think it's blake shelton? she's established that's "our song," which i think is so cute. ;w; what's annoying you right now? even just a little bit counts. okay so a friend from high school was talking to me via facebook last night, and he just... did something that REALLY got under my skin. first let my say that in high school, he admitted to liking me. i liked him as a friend; i hadn't known him long enough to really establish an "i like-like you" attitude yet. well, we drifted apart, not that there was ever anything much holding us together. anyway, he and i were messaging each other for a very short period of time when he asked me if i was seeing anybody, said no, then he asked if i liked him, and i was just like... uhhhh... no??? bc i haven't seen him since high school??? sooo tell me how i would have any valid feelings??? and more importantly, tell me how he'd have valid feelings for ME after so long??? idk, it just honestly pissed me off because it made me feel like he was after an easy piece of meat with no emotional connection. he hasn't messaged me back yet, and i, frankly, don't care if he does or doesn't. have you ever painted a car? no are you gonna buy lottery tickets when you’re old enough? no. the worth isn't there, imo. have you ever been into a real cave? oh, i wish!! have you ever posted mean comments on youtube? oh i can say with certainty i have as a pre-teen. i was an obnoxious lil shit when i first started actively using the internet. what was the main subject of your last telephone conversation? i was telling mom i was throwing up, so my anxiety was bad. have you ever kissed someone who has previously kissed someone you hated? yup. what exactly did you drink the last time you were intoxicated? mike's hard, i think. do you think the next person you kiss will be a better kisser than the last person you kissed? impossible. is your all-time favorite television show still on air? i wish, but no. are looks important in a relationship? very!! very!! slightly!!!! i believe emotional chemistry is incalcuably more important, but simultaneously, having a physical attraction to your partner is something that increases your connection. i used to not believe this and you probably don't either, but ponder over it for a while. it does hold slight weight. do you believe in love at first sight? absolutely not, it's rubbish to believe you can "love" somebody just by fucking looking at them. the idea is laughable. do you ever want to get married? i do. do you shower every day? no, that's horrible for your skin. i shower every two days. have you ever experienced unrequited love? yes and tbh i'd rather die have you ever written a song or poem for someone? poems, yes. what’s the most superficial characteristic you look for? i don't actively look for it, but hmmm... i'd say decent/healthy teeth. who are five people you find attractive? 1.) link neal is actually daddy; 2.) jason/my ex; 3.) adam levine ain't bad; 4.) chris hemsworth; 5.) oh my actual god i almost forgot mark fischbach/markiplier what's your profile picture? i'mma cover for... almost everywhere. this tumblr: me; main tumblr: link neal; facebook: me; km rpg: rhett mclaughlin laughing; deviantart: my oc what's your dad's name? kenneth, but everyone just calls him "ken" do you still have feelings for an ex? very strong ones do you like the rain? ye!! what is your favorite fruit flavor? strawberry which two friends can you see together as a couple? idk, i don't really "ship" my friends what was the happiest moment in your life? dancing to "stairway to heaven" with jason on prom night, in my front yard, in the headlights of his old truck. would you be brave enough to spend an entire hour alone in a cemetery? yeah. got a phobia you want to share? whale sharks. lmao. how many places have you traveled to? name them. new york, michigan, florida, ohio, tennessee, virginia... who are the 3 greatest living musicians? oh god. errr ozzy osbourne, otep shamaya, james hetfield. what’s the most beautiful place you’ve ever been? michigan do you feel like a leader or a follower? i'm a follower, usually. if you had to live in a different state, what would it be? utah would you rather win an olympic medal, an academy award or the nobel peace prize? nobel peace prize what is the scariest movie you’ve ever seen? "the rite" scared me ONLY bc i am horrified by the idea of being raped by a demon, nevermind satan what is your favorite thing about the beach? the shells and starfish! what’s the worst thing you did as a kid? i hit my little sister multiple times would you ever donate blood? i have before, but idk if i would again. it was so stress-inducing. do you wear hats? no. have you ever seen your best friend cry? i have. have you ever been a vegetarian? nope. do you find lube pointless for regular old intercourse (not anal)? yeah, honestly. if you're technically turned on, your body pretty much takes care of it? which sex position would you find more awkward: anal or some really crazy vaginal intercourse position (check wikipedia if you can’t think of any crazy ones)? anal will always be weirder to me. do you ever wear temporary tattoos as an accessory? no. when was the last time you had a panic attack? two nights ago what’s your favorite color to wear? black. it's a flattering color. clay, crayons, markers, pastels, charcoal, or paint? pastels have you ever broken anything because you were mad? no are you ticklish? yup. why were you last hospitalized? i tried to kill myself. do you prefer baked potatoes or mashed potatoes? baked. mashed is gross. do you like bread sticks? omg you have no idea what state were you born in? north carolina have you ever been to an art gallery? sure. do you have the same political views as your parents? most, yes. what are you listening to? a jim gaffigan stand-up if you could make your lips bigger, would you? IF i could just snap my fingers and it's be that way, maybe. i'd have to look in the mirror again lol are you one to sneak food into movie theaters? sure am. what’s the funniest commercial? omg the sexy mr. clean one bc i CRY do you own any form of a gameboy? we have three. i think two are broken, though. what’s your favorite store in the mall? hottopic. have you ever seen a cat with blue eyes? ... yes? would you be embarrassed to buy pads/tampons/condoms? which one more? never bought condoms before, so i can't really say, but pads/tampons, nah man. periods are just a totally natural part of life for a woman, nothing to be embarrassed about. if you were looking for a new pair of shoes where would you go? hot topic is preferable what color is the computer/laptop you’re on? did you buy it yourself? it's black, but it has a pink zebraprint cover on it. and no, it's my older sister's technically, but now it's mom's. do you have a second home? not anymore. does the smell of cigarettes, weed and beer repulse you? all of them. the worst is weed though, oh my GOD it stinks. was the last person you kissed younger or older than you? two years older. how often do you drink monster? never. it's nasty. have you ever made totally pointless videos with your friends? you forgot to mention cringey. oh, the pre-teen years. do you own a nightgown? no. have you ever worn fishnets? for dance, probably. i'm not sure. is someone in your family affected by asperger’s? no. would you rather go out to eat or be eaten out? *CHOKES ON DRINK* do you always wear your seat belt? always! are there any diseases/health problems that run in your family? welp. here goes. high blood pressure, high cholesterol, diabetes, asthma, depression, bipolarity, cancer is in question, and i can guarantee i'm forgetting some... do you have asthma? no. my mother and grandmother do, though. last person to take off your pants, besides you? jason might you enjoy hanging out in the woods for day or two? so long i can bring my camera! do you have a bull ring through your nose? no. thought about it, though. do you and your dad get along? yep. can you see your purse right now? indeed. when you get colds, do you use nasal spray to help get your nose unstuffy? yes. i have allergies, so i sometimes use it even when i don't have a cold. do you actually like sneezing? ... does anyone? do you wear skirts a lot? i haven't worn a skirt in years. how many pairs of jeans do you think you have? i have no jeans. just yoga pants and sweatpants... are you one of those people who claim to live with no regrets? hell no. do you love your computer? yes ;-; do you shop mostly with your parents, your friends, or by yourself? with mom. do you like zombie movies? no particular opinion. what’s the grossest/worst thing you’ve ever seen in a public restroom? saw an old lady puke on the floor once when i was little. scarred me for life. x-what’s the worst relationship advice you’ve ever seen? this was never told to me, but to my mother: let your husband be your head/be very submissive to everything he wants. fuck that. have you ever volunteered in a hospital? if not, would you ever want to? no no no no no no no. have you ever had to give a pet away? cats, yes. did you play pretend a lot as a child? were there any recurring plots or themes? oh definitely. and i don't think so... has a teacher ever tried to teach you something that was undeniably wrong? oh, you mean like evolution? have you ever meditated? if so, did it do anything for you? not the whole "ooohhhmmm" deal, but yeah. it only stressed me out. are any of your favorite bands broken up or on hiatus right now? ozzy osbourne- probably metallica- no otep- no marilyn manson- i don't believe so rammstein- no cradle of filth- don't know a day to remember- no what kind of wild animals do you see most frequently where you live? besides birds, squirrels. occasionally a possum at night. do you have any physical photo albums? sure do. do your parents and grandparents get along with each other? dad loves his dad, mom loves her mom, but she pisses her off and offends her a lot. do you have a favorite hoodie? the one i'm wearing now! it's dark gray with pikachu sleeping on it and it says "current mood." :3 do you have a twitter? it exists, but i never, ever use it. is anyone in your family artistic? besides me, my cousin is. what do you want to do after high school? after high school, i went to a community college very briefly. quit. took a break. went to a university. quit. are you emo/gothic/punk? eh. would you date someone 20 years older than you? definitely not.

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demon-vs-angel · 8 years ago

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Monday January 23, 2017 2:18 AM

Hey there world.

So I skipped my blog post last Thursday in case you didn't notice which probably no one did. I had been working a lot writing posts for our other site so when I was done the last thing I wanted to do was write more. I put it off until Thursday night and by the time I got to it I was way more than a little tipsy and I tried writing something worth reading and it was absolute shit.

I started my diet again on the 9th to lose some weight. I was at around 137 after the holidays which was ten pounds more than when we got married a year and a half ago. Along with a calorie deficit I was going to just give up alcohol. I had drunken a fair amount around the holidays, especially when hanging out with my in-laws which is super stressful and anxiety causing for me. Even when I wasn't doing anything with them and I was just hanging out at home I wanted to drink because I was still stressed out about things that had happened or while thinking about things that might happen in the future.

I didn't even last a week. I think at some point in the middle of that first week back on my diet I drank again. I factored it into my calories for the week and didn't skip any of my workouts to drink or because I was hung over but I wasn't crazy about having let myself down.

So I started a new standard that I discussed with my husband and he thought it was a good idea. Basically, I would eat about 100 calories less than my goal each day and then on the weekend to celebrate or have fun with him I would have around 600 calories I could eat or drink.

I didn't even last a week. When he went to his small group on Tuesday the 17th I drank and filmed some videos on my phone that no one will probably ever see. I don't know why but drinking when I am home alone and can kind of just do my own thing is a lot of fun for me. I actually planned on writing my post for Thursday on that day and I did not do that obviously.

On top of this, on Friday it was raining a whole lot and my brother in law called my husband and asked if we wanted to go hiking in the mountains with him and his gf. I had a bunch of work I wanted to get done but it doesn't normally rain out here so we decided to go. I don't know why but I thought we were going to be able to get to the mountain (which is about 50 min drive away) before it got dark even though my husband said it would be. I thought it would just be dusk which is one of my favorite times to hike so I was actually pretty excited. Well we got stuck in traffic and I started getting pissed cause I realized it would be pitch black and I no longer wanted to go at all.

Not to mention that my brother in law called again and said he was going to be like two hours late. I don't know why this even bothers me anymore, he is literally ALWAYS late. Like, every single time we plan something. At this point I was so over it and really didn't want to go because we went way out of our way to accommodate their schedule and then they are gonna pull this shit?

So me and my husband decided to go to Pizza Hut and get some dinner to kill time and I said I wished I had drunken before we left and he said we could fix that. We went to a liquor store and got a bottle of wine, picked up the pizza, and then headed to his parents' house to wait for his brother cause his parents live about 15 minutes away from where we were going to be going hiking.

When we got to their house we drank the entire bottle of wine while eating the pizza. His mom also suggested we make margaritas because she was going to make one for his dad later the celebrate inauguration of Trump. I think I ended up drinking two margaritas with only about a shot in each but that plus the wine got me pretty buzzed.

I was actually trying to drink as much as possible because I reeeeeaally didn't want to go on the hike at night. I have hiked at night in the rain a lot growing up in Oregon and I just didn't want to. I tried to get everyone to want to go the next day since it was Saturday but no one wanted to but me. I was miserable.

Over the last entire week I have also been pretty depressed which is pretty normal for me the week before I get my period (which I got yesterday) but it always makes me feel really bad about myself and life. I also cut again a few days ago for the first time in months. So on Friday night, on a hike I really didn't want to go, I was very buzzed and very uninterested in life.

We were looking for this waterfall that we had hiked to a couple other times but we missed the turn off on the trail for it so we ended up walking about two miles all the way up, all the way back down, and all the way up again before we found it.

Along the way I grabbed a rock, carried it in the pocket of my hoodie and scrapped it across my wrists while we walked while chanting in my mind “you're stupid, you're worthless, you're an idiot.”

The hike wasn't that bad actually just because I was numb to my own suffering from the alcohol and we did end up finding the waterfall. It was actually really gorgeous because there was tons of water from the rain and there were mountains all around us that had snow that looked really cool. We sat by the waterfall for a while before hiking back and then driving back to my in law's house where we had left our car.

When we got back to their house I grabbed my change out of our car and me and my husband headed inside so I could change cause I was soaked from the rain while my brother in law and his gf stayed in his truck outside.

I finished changing and then my husband came in the bathroom and we were just drying off and stuff and then his brother, after having not even come inside to say his to his dad who had not been home when we stopped by earlier or hang out at all, yelled from the front door that he and his gf were going home and for us to have a good night.

Literally every time we have gotten together, just the four of us or the whole family, they leave early and will never stay later. Earlier on in the night his gf had even suggested we hit the town later after the hike and now they leave without even coming in? I was so fucking done. I didn't even say good night or yell out “bye.” If they can't bother themselves then neither will I. I had already put a ton of work into a hike I did not want to go on for the good of the group and that is how they repay my politeness? Fuck that.

My husband went out and said bye to them, I finished drying off.

Then we made two more margaritas. I was pretty buzzed all night. My husband can drink like 5 times I can of liquor so he felt fine to drive home about 2 hours later.

We got home, changed, went to bed.

Last night (Saturday) I went and got groceries and I also got spiced rum and stuff to make pina coladas. I figured my diet was already screwed from the day before and I wanted to have fun with my husband. When I got home he wanted to clean the garage so I ended up basically drinking alone. I made us tacos for dinner which we ate together and then he got back to work and I went upstairs to go on my computer in our warm office.

I made two pina coladas with about a shot of rum in each and then took at least three single shots. I still felt really bad emotionally from the previous night and was kind of lonely and really wanted to cut again.

So, I showed and after the shower I cut again. It hurt and afterwards I kind of regretted it because it is such a pain dealing with it afterwards but at the same time it felt really good.

Here is the really fun part. I didn't drink enough water while I drank last night so I had a bad hangover today plus the fact that the first full day of my period I always get really bad cramps so I have felt like complete shit almost all day and have just been laying down, dying, sleeping, etc.

Now, my brother in law's gf, lets call her Elle, cannot function without a drink. Every time we have hung out, when she is sober she hardly talks and is so awkward. Give her a drink and she opens up, talks, laughs, makes conversation, smiles, etc. It is literally like two different people. She has admitted that she gets tired of hanging around people and just wants to be alone at the end of the day, which I have totally felt, but I don't think she can even really socialize without a drink.

I like to have a drink, it makes it way easier to deal with people like my in laws that I have a really hard time dealing with so I get her. But I do not want to be her.

Alcohol is not the answer. Lately every time we have gone out with them or my parents in law, or if anyone stops by our house without warning, I take a drink... or three.

I really hate people a lot of times. I have a lot of anxiety that plagues almost my every second.

Alcohol is becoming a crutch for me to be able to function socially. The bad part though is that it also makes my self harm addiction harder to stay away from. It makes a temporary shield against the bad parts of social encounters but all the anxious thoughts are still there later and I am not developing ways to actually deal with them, I just keep running away. One of my absolute favorite, if not my number one, place to turn to when I am running is self harm and the alcohol just encourages it.

I refuse to be Elle. I think she is weak. I hate that she calls herself this great Christian and is a school counselor and yet, I believe, has an addiction to alcohol.

I cannot describe how weak I think she is. To not even be able to hang out with us, and we are pretty chill, without a drink. I hate it. I have hung out with them plenty of times sober to try and have fun It makes it feel like she really doesn't want to be with us. Not to mention as soon as she sobers up at the end of the night it is always mysteriously when she wants to go home. Everything about her seems fake right now because I don't think she has ever been 100 percent genuine with me because the only time she seems herself is when she is drinking and that is not real, I know, I do it to hide myself and yet fit in with other people better.

So, I have decided something. I am not going to drink for a whole month.

The only exception will be if my husband wants to on Valentines day but that will be it, and it will only be with him and lead by him to make sure I don't go overboard.

I am also committing to not cutting myself again. It is not worth the stress of trying to hide it and get it to heal and it does not actually solve anything long term.

While committing to these two things I am also going to actively work on my anxiety and worry workbook and actually try to move forward with my mental health like I am with my physical health.

Alcohol isn't the worse thing ever and I think I will always like drinking. But I never want to rely on it to survive a social situation, that is how problems start. I am starting to rely on it way too much. My in laws are also drinking more than they used to which is not helping me.

I am tired of hang overs, I am tired of being unable to function socially without it, and I am tired of the depression I am left with days later because of it.

I will keep notes on how my mental and physical health are progressing and hopefully over the coming weeks and months we will see a positive change!

I will continue to update at least once a week on what I am doing, what's working, how my addictions are, etc. and if this helps out anyone else then great :) Sorry if this is kinda long, I am too good at writing too many words :/

This is my war, I'm gonna fucking win it. Goodnight.

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