#i miss japan it was so easy to eat better in japan

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what i need is like. a how to guide on improving your food health when you’re a tiny baby who only likes carb heavy savory food and doesn’t like to cook and also hates change. basically i need someone to come in & force me to eat better for me bc experience has shown that i crumple at the slightest bit of hardship when it comes to re-aligning my eating habits. 

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Nakamoto Yuta X Park Sooyoung

warnings: angst, mature stuff, just a lot of complex emotions I guess (but happy ending) tags: @yutahoes

Yuta knew who he'd spend his life with, he already planned it all ahead with her. She was his first love, someone he felt like protecting from the world, someone he'd hate to loose. He was so irrevocably in love with her, he even begged for permission from her mother to let her move in with him before marriage because he missed her so much. With all his busy work days, he wanted to be able to see her even for a few hours if possible.

Sooyoung didn't care about all the insults thrown at her by her neighbourhood people. So what she's in a relationship with a chaebol, and one from Japan to be specific. She loved him because he treated her right. He wasn't throwing money at her, but genuinely loved her. He was there when she got fired from her front desk job, helped her get into an elementary school as a teacher, stayed over when her father was dying from illness, even helped with the funeral and stayed over until both women felt better.

It wasn't easy considering his job as the stand in chairman of his family's company branch in Seoul, and sometimes Sooyoung did feel like she took advantage of him. But he always made it a point that she owed him nothing other than loving him back, and that she truly did.

Especially when she moved in, she did a lot of domestic work out of love for him, and he'd spend every spare second he could have with her, especially at night when he made love to her.

Needless to say, the couple's life was perfect.

But things that are perfect always come to an end.

Yuta was surprised by his parents visiting, especially since it was for work reasons he was unaware of. He rushed to the meeting room, and hugged his mother upon greeting them.

"I hope you've been doing well son." the couple talked with him, and Yuta couldn't help feel anymore excited to tell them about the love of his life.

Until his father spoke. "Well it's good you're doing well with the company, but I've made plans to secure our branch here. One of our shareholders has agreed with us about it too, you will marry his daughter."

He was sure he fainted, but he was still sitting up in shock as his mother shook his shoulder. "Yuta, speak. Did you even hear anything?"

He blinked and realised his father had continued but stopped when they noticed his blank face. And now it was his turn to speak, angrily. "I'm not marrying someone I don't know! I have a girlfriend, she lives with me and I love her very much. You can't make me do this!" he yelled standing up. "I have a woman I love, she's living with me right now. Here I was thinking this was finally my chance to introduce her to you, and this is what you bring to tell me! What kind of parents are you? Didn't you even care to ask me anything about this?"

His parents stared at him in awe, shocked by his outburst. "Who is this woman? Is she of business?" his dad proceeded to ask, which only angered him more.

"Business? I never thought my parents were that kind if people. No she's not, but she's everything I could ever ask for and want, so I have no plan on changing who I'll marry."

His mother remained silent, but he could see the anger piling in his father. "We didn't send you here to run our business just to waste time falling in love with some gold digging b*tch! Break it up, or so help me-"

Yuta slammed his hands on the table cutting off his father. "I'd rather be disowned and lose my job." he said through clenched teeth, leaving before the elder man could have another say. He stormed across the building to his car, and drove speedily to his apartment, slamming the door upon entering.

Sooyoung jumped from washing her hands as she finished eating, running to the front door just in time to catch him throwing his shoes at the wall. "Yuta! You'll dirty the walls!" she went up to him and grabbed his arms, pulling him to sit on the bench and stood in front of him. "What's wrong?" she cupped his face. "Did something go wrong at work? You know being angry over it won't fix it." she tried to calm him.

Except the longer Yuta looked at her, the more his heart broke. He held her waist and pulled her close hugging her body, face buried in her tummy. She stood still, and threaded her hands into his hair, shocked when she heard him sniffle and her shirt getting wet through.

"Baby what's wrong?" she asked again. "Talk to me, you're scaring me."

He lifted his head and looked up at her, eyes red with tears. "I love you..." he kissed her tummy over her shirt. "I want to marry you. I want to grow old with you. I want to have kids with you... With you I promise. Only with you."

"Yes Yuta, I do too." she cupped his face again and turned it up to look at her. "But what's wrong?"

His voice shook. "My parents came... They want me to marry a shareholder's daughter... I told them no, but who knows..." he hugged her tight again and buried his face in her tummy again. "I won't do it... I won't leave you... I love you, I promise baby."

Sooyoung's mind froze. He always spoke positively of his parents, how did this happen? They were supposed to be welcoming, open-minded people. But they weren't. Her legs shook, and Yuta was quick to pull her on his lap, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck instead.

"I won't let them break us, baby. Never." he kissed her skin, content when she hugged him back. "No one can take you away from me." he kissed her lips, his arms tightening around her more. She pulled away and hugged him instead, knowing he'd always calm down like that and it's what he needed most right now.

Yuta stayed off from his phone for the rest of the day, following Sooyoung around the house as she did chores, helping her with a few to take his mind off things. Even as they went to bed, his phone was left in his office room while he cuddled into her arms, holding her tight to himself as the mere thought of spending a life without her scared him.

Sooyoung was in a worse dilemma. Even she couldn't fathom the mere thought of living without her lover, but she couldn't and didn't want to be the reason he breaks off from his family's well earned business lineage, especially not when he worked so hard to prove himself. She had heard enough stories about these things, and whether or not they were entirely true, she didn't want to be the other woman.

That is if Yuta even agrees to the arrangement. She knew deep inside he wouldn't, but she also knew his choices either way weren't any good.

Peeking down at the man who nuzzled into her chest as he slept, her heart ached. No matter what the solution was, nothing seemed to be a good one.

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"This is Mr Kim, and his daughter Minji."

"What the fuck?" everyone was taken aback by Yuta's reaction upon entering his parents' living room, when his father immediately introduced the supposed shareholder and marriage prospect to him before anything else.

"Language!" his father yelled, about to continue before Yuta cut him off.

"Screw this! I told you I have someone, I do not agree to this marriage!"

He could see his father fuming, as well as the other woman rolling her eyes. Clearly she gained nothing from this but the title of being a business wife, that itself secured her wealth from both sides, and Yuta was far from agreeing to simply being someone's black card.

"You either agree or you're out of the family Yuta!"

"GO TO HELL!" even though he had just arrived, as requested by his mother for "lunch", Yuta turned on his heels and ran back out, to his car and again back home to the arms of the only woman he loved.

Sooyoung didn't know what to do as she sat on the couch and held Yuta, who crashed onto her the moment he came back, and was hiding his tears in her chest.

"Yuta, my love..." she spoke softly, sighing as his hands tightened around her torso. "Calm down please." she simply said whatever came out, unsure if anything she can say would make it better for him. And it further hurt her knowing if she didn't make a decision, Yuta would be the one hurting further.

As she comforted him to bed, kissing his lips softly to not wake him, Sooyoung left to the dining room and called her mother, explaining everything that had happened the past two weeks, and that she was stuck in a situation she didn't know how to navigate.

"Maybe his parents are right... I'm not for him, I don't know anything about this business world of theirs..."

"Sooyoung the biggest mistake you can make is listening to his parents." she sighed hearing her mother's reply. "You know Yuta more than anyone right now, you love him, and he clearly loves you, I don't know how to help other than to say make a decision that you think is best for the both of you, not just one."

>>>

It took Sooyoung another month to make a clear decision, during which Yuta had come home another six times angered by the same thing. One of those days she was terrified as the other woman had attempted to flirt with him and he supposedly threw a folder at his father's assistant. She knew this could not continue, and finally she made a choice.

A choice she knew was bound to hurt everybody. She could rely on just her mother, who was against her decision but knew there was seemingly no other way. It hurt both of them for having to make arrangements behind Yuta's back, but Sooyoung needed everything after this final week to be a clean slate.

Final week, a thing that broke her heart.

She spent the whole week spending time and doing as much as she could with Yuta, and as the week came to an end, the last day more precisely, she pasted a smile on her face the entire time while her heart tore up inside.

Yuta was more than happy this day, having spent all of it with the woman who owns his heart like no other ever had or could, and as he changed into his pyjamas, he was caught off guard when she appeared out of the bathroom, in his favourite white lingerie and see through robe, smiling at him innocently.

"Am I dead?" he gasped out as she walked towards him sultry. "I see an angel. If this is how heaven feels then God I never want to leave." his hands reached out and grabbed her hips, sitting back on the edge of the bed as his eyes still trailed all over her as if it was the first time he'd ever seen her this way.

Sooyoung chuckled, hands cupping his cheeks forcing him to look up at her. "Then you better be a good boy, so I can bring heaven to you." she slowly sat on his lap, and without another second wasted Yuta pulled her into a passionate kiss. Their kiss filled with moans from both as she started grinding her hips onto his, lips almost never parting until Yuta moved to kiss her jaw and go lower.

With her eyes looking at the ceiling, Sooyoung was able to quickly blink away her tears. "Yuta..." she looked back down, pressing her forehead on his. "You'll always be the one for me."

"Oh God..." he breathed out, kissing her neck while his hands pushed off the robe. "And you'll always be mine, my love. I'll never leave you, between heaven and earth, you'll always be the one woman that owns my heart and soul."

Always good with his words, Sooyoung found it harder to hide her tears, so quickly pulled him back for a kiss, pushing him back to lay down this time.

"I love you Yuta, forever, wherever... only you."

>>>

He should have known. From the start of the week until last night with the way they made love, Yuta could only blame himself for not realising it sooner. Waking up this morning to an empty bed, a quiet apartment, and finally a letter on the kitchen counter, he realised too late.

The reason she was so affectionate, the reason she was so passionate, the reason she was so intimate, it was because it would be their last.

With the letter still in his hand, Yuta used his other to swipe everything on the counter off, crashing all the items onto the floor as he let out a scream.

You may not make the right decision, and neither would I, but I don't want to be the reason you lose all that you worked hard for. I don't want to make you give up what you deserve. And before you think it, I don't want to be the other woman. We both know there's no way out of this for you, so please Yuta do what's best for your life. I love you, I still do and always will, I meant every word I say to you. You will always be the one for me forever and wherever, and maybe by some fate we will be together again. I pray for it, but I pray now you first live the life you deserve. I will miss you dearly my love, hate me or not I hope you can forgive me some day.

- Sooyoung

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"Did I do the right thing?" the elder lady looked at her daughter as the two sat in the bus, their life loaded up inside it as they leave the town they had called home until now. "Oh God mum what if... what if I shouldn't have done this?" she could only sigh as her daughter broke down, even an hour after they've been travelling.

All she could do was hold her in her arms, hug her tight, and kiss her hair. She knew what she did wasn't right, but she also didn't know what would have been. There was no winning in this situation, and she only hoped they could live a quiet happy life in their new home, far from where her daughter's beloved was.

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5 years later...

As the meeting came to an end, Yuta greeted everybody and left swiftly. Ever since he had taken over the Seoul branch of his family's business, the staff were shocked at how strict and efficient and particular he was in all his work. His parents no longer meddled into his life or business, though truly there was nothing left for them to meddle.

He returned to his new apartment, handed his bag and jacket to the maid, then left to wash up before heading straight into his office room, with nothing more than an acknowledged nod towards the woman he was supposed to be sharing his life with.

The young lady huffed and rolled her eyes, though inside she was hurting as well. She thought this was the life she wanted, to be a business wife who didn't have to lift a finger and spent her days spending her family's money. But a year into her marriage she realised how empty and worthless her life felt, and no amount of expensive foods or new bags and shoes could fill up that hole.

For the four years they had been married, Minji not once even held his hand, let alone share a bed with Yuta. She knew this was what she was getting herself into, he made it clear it was marriage by contract and nothing more, and the recent scar on his wrist during their engagement was enough for her to not further question anything until today. But now as she settled into her bed, in her room, she felt sadder than ever today after having met some friends, who's lives were busy with their own families.

After a lot of tossing and turning, Minji figured to just go for it, throwing on her night robe and heading to Yuta's office room, where she knew he'd be until late night anyways. She always wondered how much work he actually did for him to spend every moment in his offices, but she also knew not to question him. She knew he was unhappy, and the last thing she wanted was to tick him off. She stood in front of the door, and after some final hesitation, knocked.

"Come in." she opened the door quicker than she'd like when hearing his low voice answer, clearing her throat as they came into each other's view. "What is it?"

"I, uhm... I have something to talk to you about." she stalked in, and after seeing his eyes look at the seat opposite to him, she sat down. "It's nothing work related, but..." she trailed off, wondering how to bring up such a topic with a husband who's never even touched her by a finger.

"Well?" he cooked a brow, eyes drifting between her and the computer screen.

With a final sigh, she let it all out. "I know how it is for us, so I'll cut to the chase. I want a baby, a child of my own." this caught his attention as Yuta suddenly sat up straight and turned to her completely, though his expression seemed disapproving. "I know you hate me, you hate everyone, but while you have work to keep you busy, I have nothing."

"No." his immediate response stopped anymore words leaving her. "We will not be having any kids. You know very well I don't want anything other than that piece of paper tying us together."

"Yuta it's unfair!" this time she spoke louder, getting back up on her feet. "I'm sorry for the pain we all caused you, but I've learned my lesson, and I'm not asking for us to have a baby, I just one on my own."

Yuta's eyes were filled with rage and annoyance, but she didn't back down. "And how exactly are we supposed to make that happen?" he clapped back at her, shaking his head when she continued.

"At least help me adopt." his ears perked up at this. "You said it yourself, our marriage is nothing but a piece of paper. Well, help me adopt a baby by just being a father on paper too. I won't burden you with anything, I'll hire help if I have to, but I've checked and the chances of adopting as a single parent are very low."

She could see Yuta was unconvinced, and pulled out a final stunt as she walked around the table and fell onto her knees in front of him, hands clasped together.

"Please Yuta, I'll ask nothing else of you, just grant me this one thing. I know how hurt you are, but I've been sad too, and I didn't say a thing because I knew I'm part the reason of your pain. I promise I'll leave you alone after this, just sign this one thing and that's it."

Yuta saw her eyes welled with tears, and despite his hatred towards every single person involved in his life, he was not that cruel. Sighing, he motioned her to get up and back in her seat, which she did albeit reluctantly as she still couldn't tell his feelings.

"Did you find one yet?" her ears perked up at his words, but she hid her excitement.

"No, but there's a home in Gwangju, if it's alright with you I was hoping to head there this weekend."

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The trip to Gwangju was filled with silence, even as the two freshened up in the hotel suite, which had two rooms separate as always for them. The morning of their arrival, Yuta had suggested they head to the home that afternoon right away, and Minji had no rejections to them getting things done quickly.

Reaching the children's home, Yuta noticed how Minji's eyes followed all the kids playing around the place, and he couldn't help himself feeling the same. He had always wanted a family, children of his own, but of course all ideas of those dreams were gone the day he lost his will to live. And as pathetic as it felt even to him, the letter was still always in his work bag.

"Hello sir, madam, please come this way." he turned to see a lady greeting them, and followed her to the head office room. The whole building was more of an actual house, and he noticed many adults along with the children. As they sat, the lady stood aside while the main manager came out, an older woman.

"Thank you so much for coming all the way down here Ms Kim. As we're more of a home than adoption center, it's rare we get anybody coming in."

Yuta's ears caught this and made him finally speak up. "What's the difference? I do see more adults here as well, are these children not orphans?" he noticed Minji seemed a little bothered by his question, but didn't pay attention to it.

"Well sir, we're more of a place for the less fortunate, we do have orphans but we also take in single parents, mostly mothers, who in exchange for their children being here offer time to work at our sponsors for minimum wages. It's not entirely the perfect life, but it's the best we do. We also get donations, like Ms Kim has been doing monthly for three years now."

Yuta's eyes switched to Minji, who this time avoided eye contact with him. He decided against questioning it considering it might seem strange to them that her husband had no clue, so he made a mental note to ask later.

"Anyways, the baby we told you about Ms Kim, he's about six weeks by now. His mother left him in our care, and we're so glad you've decided to take him in. With everything else, we were very worried on how we were going to watch a complete newborn ourselves."

Yuta turned away, looking out the windows at the children playing while the women continued their talk. He was here to just sign as the father, and that's really all he intended on focusing on.

Until a sudden call towards him took his attention.

"Daddy?!" the room of adults all turned to the door, where a young girl with long black hair suddenly stood and ran to Yuta, hugging his leg. "Daddy you came! Mommy will be so happy!"

"Haruka don't do that." the lady standing aside pulled away the girl, who only looked at her upset. "So sorry sir. Kid what on earth-"

"That's my daddy teacher! Mommy has the picture remember?"

Both Yuta and Minji looked more confused, but he didn't miss the sudden change of expression on the teacher's face, so suddenly looked at Yuta with shock. But Yuta had another thing in mind, as he stared at the child and thought further about her name.

"Haruka? Why is your name Haruka?"

"Because mommy said you liked the name." the little girl smiled back. At this Minji turned to Yuta, and for once she saw an emotion other than hatred or emptiness.

The teacher quickly carried up Haruka and was about to leave when Yuta stood and stopped her. "Where's her mother?" the teacher looked at the manager, who had a similar expression, both hesitant to answer. Seeing that, Yuta turned back to the little girl.

"What's your mommy's name?"

"Soo-ung."

At this the teacher quickly walked out despite the little girl's protests, but Yuta was quick to follow as she headed to what he assumed was a kitchen. He watched as she barged in, suddenly saying something as he peeked at her passing the girl to someone else. Unable to handle himself, he headed in, and suddenly everything around him became a silent blur.

The teacher gasped as he had entered, and the person now holding Haruka turned around. The moment their eyes met, Yuta wasn't sure if anything was real.

"Ms Lee, take Haru out with you please."

The little girl reluctantly followed the teacher out, not before waving with a smile at Yuta, and they shut the door behind them. Yuta still didn't know how to react as his eyes remained on the person in front of him, and followed them as they came close to him.

"I'm fucking dead aren't I, or dreaming?" his words came out soft despite the harshness, but he was proven wrong when warm hands were placed on his cheeks. "I'm dead... an angel is touching me."

"You must have been a very good boy then."

Those words were all he needed to hear before crashing his lips onto hers, arms tightened around her torso as he kissed hard and passionate, as if never wanting to let her go. Not again.

"It's you... it's really you baby..." in what seemed like eternity, Yuta felt emotions. After years of shunning away from anything and everything, he felt his heart swell up, his chest hurting, his eyes water. "Sooyoung, tell me it's you." he continued speaking through their kiss.

"It's me Yuta..." they pulled away, foreheads still attached as her hands cupped his cheeks again. "I can't believe you're here, all the way down... Yuta..." as if she hadn't been crying every other week, Sooyoung let go of all emotions as tears streamed down her face, and Yuta was quick to pull her into his embrace. The room filled with nothing but their sobs, Yuta's chest and Sooyoung's shoulder drenched in tears.

After some time, as they calmed down, Yuta was first to pull away this time and look at her straight. "Haruka?" he suddenly said questioningly, only for Sooyoung to nod with a half smile.

"I found out a month after I... she's yours, you like the name Haruka, so I kept it..."

Unable to control himself, Yuta let out another sob, but with a smile, before turning around and dashing out the door until he found the same little girl in the hallway. The moment his eyes found hers, he ran to her this time and picked her up, hugging her tight in his arms.

"Ruka..."

"Yay daddy!" the little girl cheered, squealing in joy as Yuta walked back towards Sooyoung with her, who came closer as he hugged both of them together this time.

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Minji held the baby in her arms close to her chest, smiling ear to ear as the little boy's eyes met hers and she softly touched every part of his face. It had been an hour since Yuta left the room, so she had no choice but to wait for him to sign the papers so she could finally take her little baby home.

He finally did, and she could tell a lot had happened by the state of his red eyes and messed up suite, but she paid no heed as he signed the papers accordingly, just happy to finally be able to take home her baby.

But as they were about to step out the gates, she saw Yuta stopped and hesitated. She turned to him and followed his eyes which focused far towards one of the play areas, and recognised the little girl from earlier. She turned back to him again and saw how broken he looked, her heart in pain from it. Sighing, she thought something she didn't know would be right or wrong, but she needed to say it.

"Stay with them." Yuta's eyes turned to her surprised. "I'll be alright, I told you, I just needed you to sign the paper. You don't have to stick around anymore." with that she walked off to the car, getting in with the driver's help. She waited to see what Yuta would do, until a woman came out and spoke to him.

Minji may have never seen her before, but she was clever to notice the look in Yuta's eyes at the sight of the woman and immediately knew her identity. They had a talk, Yuta looking defeated, and it ended with her giving him a sad smile before he walked back to the car too, much to Minji's surprise.

"I thou-"

"Head back to the hotel, we leave tonight."

>>>

It had been a week, and no matter how happy Minji was with her baby, she was still bothered by what had happened with Yuta. He became even more cold and distant, and whatever hope she had that the baby would somehow get him to care was all in vain as he did not once look its way.

Having had enough, she stormed into his office one night, after putting the baby to sleep, catching him off guard. "Look, I know you're suffering, I understand you're in pain. But what I don't get is why you didn't do something when you finally found them. You could just be with them, no one would care, or you could bring them back here. Why is it so hard for you to make these choices?"

"Shut the fuck up!" her voice disappeared as his suddenly raised, his hands slamming the table as he got up in anger. "You're nothing but a spoilt brat, you'll never understand! Until now at this very second you got everything you've wanted, so no you don't fucking understand my pain! You never will, so just shut up and get back to your baby!"

She stood still in her spot, unable to move in fear even though he told her to leave. Yuta growled before sitting back down, leaning his head back eyes closed and rubbing his temples.

"Then make me understand..." he looked at her annoyed as she spoke softly. "Why don't you be with her?"

"Because she was right." he spat out, tired. "She's not for this world of ours, she's too good for it. And I'm not going to drag someone down to our level of low morality and make her the other woman, no matter how much we love each other, no matter how much I crave to be with her and my child, I will never put her through that. If I can't make her my all, I'd rather not make her anything at all."

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"Why can't we see daddy again?" Sooyoung's heart broke at her daughter's words. Two weeks later and she still craves to be with her father despite only ever meeting him once. "I miss my daddy..."

"Me too baby..." she laid next Haruka in bed helping to put her to sleep, while her mind was full of the last conversation she had with Yuta.

"I'm staying..."

"No Yuta. It won't be right, you're married. Even if you don't like it, you are, you have a life there."

"Then come with me, please..."

She cupped his face again in her hands, eyes teary.

"You know I can't do that... I'm sorry Yuta, but I care too much about my own dignity to be the other woman, and especially not with Haruka around anymore."

She knew it was selfish of her, but she also knew it was the better choice, especially for her daughter. She knew Yuta was hurting, and she simply prayed he would come back to at least visit, hoping to not break his daughter's heart.

>>>

Maybe it was the new motherhood, or maybe something else, but as she celebrated her son's 6 month birthday, Minji had a sudden thought as she noticed Yuta's absence again. She looked to see her parents playing with her son, and she realised not only was her husband absent, but so were her in-laws.

As night approached and she put her son to sleep, she took a deep breath taking out papers from her bag she had taken earlier that day from her lawyer. Maybe it really was the motherhood, because for a while she thought about her future and there was always one thing she didn't want in it.

To see her son in pain.

And she realised, understood, just how much pain she and the two families had caused so many people. Yuta, Sooyoung, Haruka, and if she continued to live the way she did, her own son too. A missing father was bad enough, but she knew that a present father ignoring the child's existence would be just as worse.

She headed to Yuta's office with the two folders, knocking before heading in, and placing them on the table.

"One's for divorce, the other is custody."

As if for the first time, she was taken aback herself at Yuta's sudden movements of shock as he stood off of his chair and grabbed the two folders to open. But she composed herself quick before continuing.

"The custody is easy, just sign your rights away and I'll have full responsibility over Juno. For divorce I've spoken with my lawyer, it's best if we just stick to what we already own and split anything from either family you may have power over, so I'll keep my family's rights while you keep yours."

Yuta was listening to her, but still confused by everything happening. "You... want to divorce? Now? Why?" he stumbled on his words, eyes scanning the papers until he heard her scoff.

"You're right, we're people of low morality, and until recently I never realised it. But... Juno is my son, and I don't want anything to ever hurt my baby. Call it insightful, but I realised many things, past present and future, and I've decided the best thing to do is for us to split in the most business method possible to avoid any further issues. I don't want my baby to suffer, and by extension I don't want anyone else to keep suffering either."

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Without hesitation, or even discussing with his parents, Yuta was quick to get their divorce proceedings started. He had his own lawyers look over the contracts, all surprised by how fairly she had actually written them out and even avoided any grey areas, and within a week they had both signed the agreements. Yuta only included one extra clause, which made Minji realise he indeed wasn't a cold-hearted person after all.

Yuta added on that she could keep and live in their current apartment, despite it being bought by him and under his name. But Yuta was ready to give it up and go back to his old place, the one he shared with the woman he loved, the one he called home.

During their engagement, he bought the new apartment just to move out of his old one, he simply couldn't imagine having anyone else live there that's not Sooyoung. Now that his marriage is over, he had no need for his current place, and feeling Minji would require a place to her own anyways decided to just give it to her.

Of course the news reached their parents, and while Minji's side were saddened yet supportive of her, Yuta's parents threw a fit, to the point they flew over just to yell at their son.

But Yuta knew all their words were empty. They no longer had control over his position at his branch considering they handed the whole control to him as a wedding gift, so he smirked as he called up security to his work office. He didn't actually want them dragged out, but he knew it was enough to scare them.

"What will people think of you? Of us?! You even had a child!" his father yelled.

"Correction, she had a child. I just helped her get one without laying a finger on her these past four years. Now please leave my office, I have an important trip to make." Yuta motioned them towards the door with his hand, where security had just arrived and awkwardly stood.

"Why did this even happen?" his mother finally spoke. "How did it come to this point?"

"Easy, unlike you, Minji had some common sense left in her and realised the right thing to do, at least for herself. What kind of couple do you think we'd be if we hadn't ever held hands in public even." he started grabbing his things into his bag, looking at his parents to see their angered and distraught faces.

"What trip are you even doing?"

Closing up his bag, Yuta smiled. A happy smile, at the thought of what tomorrow may just be like for him. The life he wanted, albeit he missed many things, but better late than never.

"I'm going to retrieve something important, something none of you will ever lay a word on ever again."

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It was closing time for the home, and after settling in the residing children to their beds, Sooyoung cleared away her things and Haruka's before heading out to find her daughter so they could go home themselves. It wasn't that hard for her mother to settle down here, and she was glad for it even if she still didn't feel at home herself.

"Haru, baby." Sooyoung called out as she searched for her daughter along the hallways. Confused by the silence, she noticed people standing at the entrance and decided to check. Their manager, other teachers, and a few of the mothers had been standing there, all with emotional eyes, and she finally heard her daughter's voice.

"Daddy I'm so happy! Are we really going back with you? Yay!"

Her eyes widened as she looked outside to see her daughter being spun around in her father's arms. "Yu... Yuta?" she felt a push, turning to see one of the mother's urging her to go. They all knew about her story, so it was no surprise they were all ecstatic over Yuta's return to their lives.

The said man finally turned to see his long lost lover approaching them slowly, and carefully put down his daughter before heading towards her and pulling her into a hug.

"It's over Sooyoung. I can make you my all again. It'll just be you and me, and our future. I promise."

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so funny story, I had the first idk 10%? written out for almost 2yrs in my drafts... and for some reason this exam season got me so pumped I finished the entire rest in 2 days🤡 so yea hope you all loved it as much as I do hahahah, ignore errors pls

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Now Our Bodies Interlock - also on AO3

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The House of Black's shenanigans have reached Eddie and Ricky, the pair reuniting after Eddie's time in Japan. The problem is, things are...different. And Eddie's worried.

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Bingo square B4 - Sex Pollen complete! Technically. I played around with the concept.

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The problem becomes impossible to ignore when he gets back to Japan and they miss when they go to kiss.

They miss.

“Weird,” Ricky says, scoffing. “Welcome back.”

Eddie nods, trying not to let his discomfort show. “Yeah,” he says, hesitant. “Glad to see you. Ready for Collision?”

“Ready as always.” Ricky’s grin would look confident and composed to anyone else. But Eddie can sense the tension behind it. He hates it.

The show is awkward. Really awkward. Eddie slides back into AEW smoothly with everyone but Ricky. What they do can’t be called talking – they’re snippy and short, bickering constantly. Eddie can’t make it stop.

After the show, they ride back to the hotel in silence. Eddie doesn’t even know how to start the conversation. Hell, he doesn’t even know what conversation to start. He and Mox talked about this feeling, this inevitable dread, a while back, right before he and Seth broke up when he left for AEW. He doesn’t want the same story for himself and Ricky, but he’s old enough to see the foreshadowing.

He grips the wheel harder, and looks over to see Ricky frowning at his phone. They’ll talk about it. They will.

He can’t make himself open his mouth.

They get dinner at the hotel bar, the conversation weak and surface level, and he feels wrong. He’s been gone for weeks. They should be all over each other. Instead, they’re acting like strangers.

Eddie clears his throat, and Ricky turns to him. “Yeah?”

“This is weird,” Eddie grumbles, and he can’t even meet Ricky’s eyes. “I – it’s weird.”

Ricky bites his lip, something aching in the back of his eyes. “It is,” he murmurs. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” Eddie asks.

Ricky’s resolve shatters, the mask wiping away. “Because I don’t know how to fix it.”

Eddie opens his mouth, ready to say god knows what, when Taz comes over, clapping Ricky on the back. Eddie can see the mask slap back over Ricky’s eyes, a half sneer mixed with a smug grin.

“Ricky!” Taz says. “How you been? Life good?”

“Better than it was with your team of misfits,” Ricky fires back, and Eddie knows he’s lost the moment. He finishes the fish and chips in front of him, barely tasting it, already mourning his future.

~

He’s scrolling his phone, debating throwing out a pretend yawn to get some sort of conversation going, when somebody knocks on the door.

“You order somethin’?” Eddie asks, glancing over at Ricky. He’s folded up in the hotel chair, looking like a dream Eddie can already feel disappearing the daybreak.

Ricky looks up, glasses low on his nose. “No,” he says. He sets the book down and spins out of the chair, padding barefoot to the door.

“The hell is this?” Ricky asks.

Eddie lifts his head up. “What?”

Ricky brings in a bottle of champagne and bowl of chocolate covered strawberries from the door. “You trying to romance me or something?”

Normally, Eddie would reply, “I don’t have to romance you, baby, but I can if you want.” Normally, things would feel easy and fun. But this has been a heartbreak of a day, and he doesn’t even know where to go from here. “Uh,” Eddie says, still at a loss for words. “I didn’t order it either.”

Ricky shoves the bottle and bucket into Eddie’s hands, then walks back toward the door. “Hello?” he calls down the hallways. He comes back, frowning. “Nobody was there.” He sits on the bed next to Eddie, and this distance aches.

He slides the tray toward Eddie. “I mean, if it’s here.”

Ricky nods, picking up a strawberry. But he doesn’t eat it. He doesn’t know if he can, right now.

Eddie shrugs and takes a bite of a strawberry, pretty lips wrapping around it. If it wasn’t so weird, Eddie would ask if Ricky’s teasing, if that’s a preview for tonight. Instead, Eddie pours each of them a flute of champagne, and wishes they would do something, anything, that would risk knocking them over.

Ricky picks up the champagne, locking eyes with Eddie as he takes a delicate sip. The silence is still heavy, endless.

Eddie’s done nothing more than smell the champagne when Ricky starts to frown. “You okay?” he asks. He already knows the answer.

“I’m jealous,” Ricky blurts out, still chewing the strawberry. He freezes. “Um. I don’t know where that came from.”

Eddie frowns. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, of course I am,” Ricky says, and Eddie can see the moment he puts the mask back on, pulls up the wall between them again. “I feel like I’m contributing nothing to our relationship and holding you back.”

Eddie stares at him. “Babe?”

“I don’t know what’s happening,” Ricky says, setting the glass of champagne down. He looks at Eddie, panicked. “You’re my whole world and I’m scared you’re moving on to bigger and better things. Fuck!” He stands up, pacing, the strawberry dropping to the hotel carpet. “Why can’t I shut up?”

Eddie peeks over. “Where’d that note say the champagne was from?”

“Hotel said it was compliments of hospitality,” Ricky says. “The more vulnerable I am around you, the more I’m sure you’ll leave.” His eyes bug out. “Eddie, I can’t stop talking.”

Eddie grabs the bottle. “Was it open? Ricky, this is important. Was this open when you got it?” He knows the answer. He opened the damned thing himself.

Ricky shakes his head. “Totally sealed.”

Eddie searches his memory. He knows something about this, something in the back of his mind reminding him of... “Mox…” he mutters. “Ricky, remember a while back when Mox got all weird?”

“Weirder than normal?” Ricky asks, and he takes another sip of his champagne.

“Yeah, when – baby, why are you still drinking it?!” Eddie pulls the champagne out of Ricky’s hands, sniffs it. No hint of anything. He takes a quick sip. Nothing salty, or bitter, or the wrong kind of acidic. “There really is nothing in here.”

“What were you saying about Mox? Who I worry you love more than me?” Ricky’s expression goes horrified. “Oh, my god.”

“Mox, a little while back, had this moment – Seth came to visit…” He trails off, feeling something push at him from the inside, an insistence. “When Seth betrayed Mox, I began to wonder if he and I were the same.”

Ricky blinks at him. “Come again?”

“I didn’t mean to say that,” Eddie says. “Why’d I say that?”

Ricky frowns. “I think it’s the champagne. Is there such thing as truth serum or is that just in the movies?”

Eddie shakes his head. “I think – I think this is something from Malakai.”

“Malakai?” Ricky asks. “He’s not even here.”

“He and his little House of Black buddies,” Eddie explains, “their whole spooky shit isn’t a gimmick – they have powers.” He rubs his hand on the back of his neck. “That’s the thing I was saying about Mox – they cursed him to go a little nuts. They’ve got fucked up powers. Magic healing dick, turns you into a weird horny animal man, powers.”

“I certainly wouldn’t say no to that,” Ricky scoffs.

“Champagne again?”

Ricky shakes his eyes, taking another swig of the champagne. “No. That’s just how I’ve always felt about you.” He blinks at Eddie. “You know that, right?”

“Know what?”

“That you’re my whole world?” Ricky frowns. “Wait, that’s not what I meant. I meant I want you to think of me the way I think of you, and I don’t think that’s possible because I can’t compare.” He rolls his eyes. “Jesus. This is impossible.” He throws back the rest of the champagne. “If I’m gonna confess my whole damned heart, might as well be drunk for it.”

Eddie considers it. He’s already pouring his heart out. And it would be rude to leave Ricky as the only one at the mercy of the House of Black’s bullshit. “Hand me the bottle,” he decides.

Ricky does so, watching him closely. Eddie keeps eye contact with him as he throws back the bottle, chugging the rest of it.

“Hey!” Ricky giggles. “None for me?”

“It was free,” Eddie says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You want more? I’ll get you more that’s not drugged. I would do anything for you. I have the ring in my bag, but I’m sure you’ll say no.” Eddie’s eyes widen, the shock at his own words mirrored in Ricky’s face.

“You what?!” Ricky shrieks. “I’ve been thinking you’ve been trying to break up with me for months, and you bought a ring?!” He stands up. “My insecurities have been preventing me from communicating and you had a goddamned ring?!”

“I planned to propose before I went to Japan,” Eddie says, and he can’t stop any of the words. “I had a whole thing planned, but you were being bitchy and insisted we leave the restaurant early.” He winces. “I – didn’t mean to call you bitchy, but it’s true.” He winces harder. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ. I can’t shut up. This must be what it’s like to be Excalibur or something.”

Ricky snorts, then adjusts himself on the bed. “I thought you went to Japan because you were moving past me,” he murmurs. He hovers, a few inches too far away to be comfortable. “You couldn’t have left me more by myself.”

Eddie can’t help it. He reaches out and caresses Ricky’s face. “I went to Japan because I thought you wanted space.” He closes his eyes, breathing deeply. “Right before I left…”

“I was pushing you away,” Ricky says, and Eddie opens his eyes to see a tear on Ricky’s cheek. “I – I knew I was doing it, but I couldn’t stop myself.” He closes his eyes and tilts his head to the side, two perfect tears making their way across his face, and Eddie thinks it’s unfair he’s beautiful even when breaking. “I’m scared you’ll see better than me somewhere else.”

“Oh, honey,” Eddie murmurs. He pulls Ricky close, pressing their foreheads together. “I couldn’t find that anywhere.”

They kiss for real, like it means something, for the first time in weeks, and Eddie feels tears build in the corners of his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Ricky breathes against Eddie’s lips. He curls in closer, wrapping his legs around Eddie’s hips. “I should have told you sooner.”

“I should’a said something,” Eddie clarifies. He pulls back and Ricky reaches up a thumb to brush away a tear. “I – I don’t know what I was doing. I just.” He stops himself pressing his forehead against Ricky’s. “I was scared.”

“Me too.”

Eddie feels like all of this is being ripped out of him without warning, without him having a say. “I love you,” he half sobs, pulling Ricky in, fighting the ache of fear that Ricky might leave. “I love you, and I want you forever, and I’m sorry you didn’t know that.”

Ricky pushes into his chest so they fall backward on the bed. “Eddie,” he weeps, “I love you.”

They cry and talk, and cry some more, emotions wrung out of him that Eddie doesn’t even have names for. They curl around each other, clinging, sobbing, confessing, and it feels a little like the time Eddie got trashed on Four Lokos back in 2010. He was trying to keep up with some of the younger wrestlers, prove he could still go, and woke up the next morning puking like the whole world was being drawn out of him. It feels better, though. Ricky’s tears on Eddie’s cheek feel like a balm to his heart, and they fall asleep wrapped around each other.

For the first time in ages, Ricky’s arms feel like home.

~

“I think I have a hangover,” Ricky says as he wakes up, poking Eddie in the side.

“What – the fuck do you mean?” But he’s startled with the most insistent boner of like, so he thinks he might have a clue.

“Wait,” Ricky says, and Eddie turns to see him wiggling. “I don’t – I don’t think it’s a hangover.” He does a full body roll, the way his body undulates under the sheets obscene. “Oh, Eddie.” He opens his eyes, full bedroom, and smiles. “Eddie,” Ricky says, eyes unbearably pretty. “Eddie, fuck, I…” His words trail off. As he turns over, Ricky reaches behind himself, eyes fluttering closed. “You need to fuck me, Eddie.”

“Fucking House of Black psychos,” he mutters, but he can’t ignore his dick. “Look, I’ll go sit in the shower while you – if you need to, like…” He trails off, the image too much for him to handle.

“If you leave this bed,” Ricky says, dangerously serious as he throws the blankets to the foot of the bed, “I will kill you and tell your mother you’re the one who spilled her salsa verde last Thanksgiving.”

Eddie freezes. “That is evil.”

“Don’t care,” Ricky says, eyes locked on Eddie’s crotch. “Wanna fuck you.” He crawls over, grinding his dick against Eddie’s, and they moan in tandem.

“We – fuck ­– shouldn’t,” Eddie says, stilling Ricky with hands on his hips. “You’re under the influence or something. Magic hangover. Horny pills.”

“You think I don’t always want to fuck you?” Ricky asks. “Jesus, even after last night, you can’t believe I want you.” He grabs Eddie’s face in his hands. “I want you. I want that ring, someday. I want to live in a little townhouse with an apartment for your mom and a guest room for mine. But mostly.” He shifts, rolling his ass down against Eddie’s cock. “I want your cock inside me.”

Eddie exhales. “You’re better be sure, baby,” he says, fumbling in the bedside table for the lube he’d put there as a good omen the day before, “because if you are, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

Ricky grins, grinding down again. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

The scraps that masquerade as their pajamas fly across the room as their hands crawl all over each other. Ricky moans all pretty in Eddie’s mouth, the way that makes him wild, and his hands wind around Eddie’s neck, holding him close. Eddie grabs handfuls of Ricky’s ass, pulling his cheeks apart so he can slide a finger to tap at Ricky’s hole. Ricky’s hips jolt, hitting him in the crotch, and Eddie groans.

“Getting the lube,” Eddie says, when Ricky whines as he pulls away. “Hey, Ricky. Look at me.” He comes back, the lube bottle in his hand. “I don’t wanna leave you again. And, maybe, in a few days.” He leans in and kisses Ricky’s forehead. “I’ll pull out that ring and you’ll sit your ass down in a restaurant like a good boy and you’ll let me promise that to you.”

Ricky searches his face, eyes unreadable, and then he dives in and kisses Eddie with a fervor that almost takes him down. He blindly drips the lube on his fingers as he reaches behind Ricky, messily sliding between Ricky’s cheeks and tracing around the edges of Ricky’s hole.

Ricky’s making this intoxicating, desperate little whimper, pushing back against Eddie’s finger, and who is Eddie to deny Ricky what he wants. He slides into soft heat, swallowing Ricky’s moan.

“Jesus,” Eddie says, “forgot how good you sound.” He moves his finger a little more, relishing Ricky’s whine. “Yeah? You like that?”

“I – yes,” Ricky pants, pressing his forehead against Eddie’s. “Always. Eddie.” He flutters his eyelashes.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, and Ricky sighs as he presses another finger into him. Ricky sinks down onto his fingers like it’s easy, like Eddie’s meant to be there. He doesn’t know if it’s part of the magic, or if it’s caused by their time and distance apart, but Ricky blooms for him like a rose, and Eddie’s ready to fall into those petals.

Eddie flips them over. “Are you good?” he asks, and it’s all he can do to move his hands from Ricky’s body. It’s a futile effort, though; Ricky wraps his legs around Eddie’s waist and yanks him back in.

“Fuck me,” Ricky demands, eyes serious and beautiful. “Now.”

Eddie exhales slowly as he gets more lube and slicks up his cock. Ricky’s eyes never leave his.

“I mean it,” Ricky says. “I’m not – this time it’s not the magic shit – I mean it.”

“Mean what?” Eddie says, shifting his hips to line his cock up. “Are – are you ready?”

“Yes – Eddie, I mean it.”

“Mean what?” Eddie slides home, his vision going blurry. “Fuck, I love you.”

“That I want the ring,” Ricky sighs, the tension leaving his whole body as Eddie settles inside of him. “I want you. I want all of it, forever.” He reaches up and caresses Eddie’s face, so gently it feels like silk. “I mean it.”

Eddie surges down and kisses Ricky, his strokes slow and intentional. “I’ll do it,” he murmurs, lips still pressed to Ricky’s. “Get you dressed up all pretty for me.” He angles Ricky’s thigh, earning a moan from Ricky’s lips. “Take you to the nicest place in Manhattan, buy you the kind of dinner you like,” he interrupts himself with a shaky laugh, “put the ring in some good champagne and drop to one knee in front of everybody.” He leans in and kisses Ricky again, increasing his speed. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, baby, I forgot how good you feel.”

“I know,” Ricky says, grinning. “I’ll get a new suit for the night.” He flutters his eyelashes. “Oh. Maybe wear a plug for you.”

“Fuckin’ – baby, you can’t just say shit like that.” Eddie’s thrusts get erratic, his focus waning. He may not be as young as he was, may have more stamina than he used to, but it’s been too long and he’s too desperate. He reaches between them, hand still slick, and curls his fingers around Ricky’s pretty cock. “Come for me, querido,” Eddie murmurs.

And Ricky does, gloriously, emphatically, beautifully. He arches up, clenching down on Eddie’s dick to hit the point of no return. Eddie’s surrounded by Ricky. It’s the way he’s built to be.

The world melts around them as they curl around each other, limbs and bodies unending, and they laugh as they come back to themselves.

“We shouldn’t go that long between fucking again,” Ricky says, folding his arms behind his head and grinning over at Eddie. “Maybe we gotta thank the House of Bastards for this.” His face goes open again, the way it only does for Eddie.

Eddie chuckles. “Maybe.”

~

The opportunity presents itself the next week at Dynamite, when Ricky’s in Eddie’s lap as they watch some old matches.

“You two look cozy,” Julia says, sly smile on her lips. “Glad to be back, Eddie?”

Eddie’s about to tell her to fuck off, but her guard dog is right behind her. “Thanks to you, spooky witch.”

Brody takes a step forward, but Julia holds out a hand. He stops. “He’s not wrong, Brody,” Julia says. “I am a bit spooky.”

“He didn’t mean ‘witch’,” Brody grumbles, but Julia looks assuaged.

“I don’t appreciate being magicked outside of my consent, though,” Ricky says, standing. Eddie grabs him around the waist and yanks him back on his lap. “Warn a guy, damn.”

“Excuse me?”

All four of them shift when Malakai strides into the room. “Say that again,” he says, voice commanding even out of gear.

Ricky exchanges a quick look with Eddie, who notes that Julia and Brody look almost cowed. “Um,” Ricky says, licking his lips, “just – we’re pretty sure they put some sort of curse on us.”

Malakai’s expression goes – not dark, Eddie thinks, but serious. Like his ma got whenever she got a call about his behavior at school. “You two,” he says, thunderous, “with me.” He turns to Ricky and Eddie, expression looking apologetic. Like, Eddie realizes, his ma got when she was apologizing for his behavior to the teachers. “I deeply apologize. You have my word that they will be appropriately dealt with.”

“You’re not gonna kill ‘em, are you?” Eddie asks, frowning.

“Don’t be silly,” Malakai says, and he walks out the door with Julia and Brodie, an arm around each of their waists.

“You did notice he didn’t say yes or no,” Ricky says.

Eddie kisses his neck. “Go back to that video, baby. I wanna see how your ass jiggled.”

~

“Sit,” Malakai says. Julia’s never been afraid of any of them, really. But, concerned about? Yeah. She could say that.

Julia settles onto the couch, the cushions sagging gently as Brody sits next to her.

“You were – you were using your match for games,” Malakai snarls. “Interfering with people’s lives again. I told you to cease that or I’d take your magic back down to novice levels.”

Brody’s eyes widen. “You weren’t – you didn’t mean that, though.”

“If I don’t hold you to consequences,” Malakai says, grey-silver ball appearing in his outstretched hand, “I am nothing of a leader.” He closes his eyes for a moment, then opens them. “You’ll get it back. When you’re ready to handle that level of responsibility.”

“You sound like a disappointed teacher,” Julia says, frowning.

“You could say that I am.” He raises an eyebrow. “It won’t hurt. You won’t feel anything.”

Julia’s not sure, but then she sees the shades of green and red flooding from her hands. It’s doesn’t hurt, or feel wrong. It almost feels like a relief, like the weight of it softens on her shoulders.

Her magic colors swirl with Brody’s in the air, a ball of light.

Malakai sighs. “I’ll keep it safe.” He opens his mouth to speak the final words.

There’s a crash, and the door flies open. Julia sees the magic flood into the air, disappearing, as she looks for the source of the noise.

Brandon Cutler, camera in hand, is frozen in place.

“Guys,” he says, eyes widening. “Something’s wrong.”

~

Mini Playlist:

Memories - Panic! at the Disco

Beside You - Marianas Trench

Castle in the Sky - Kim Petras

Moonlight Magic - Ashnikko

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My fav fanfics (underrated version)

too good to be true by tatu28 (52k)

you're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off you. the one where louis doesn't eat, harry doesn't function and all they need is each other.

or: one lonely boy trying to heal another is love.

I Don't Wanna Face The Music by hereforh (95k)

Louis likes to think he's a pretty normal, typical lad. He likes spending nights at the pub with his mates, he loves football and is very close to his family. So when he moves to London for uni, he doesn’t think much will be different.

Until he makes these new friends who are nothing like his mates back home and change his life for the better - and this one boy who messes with his head from the get go and makes him question everything he has ever thought about himself.

I Still Wanna Dance With You by hereforh (88k+updating)

What happens when trying to mend a friend’s broken heart ends up making Harry and Louis finally face their painful past?

Or the one where after seven years without any contact, Harry and Louis are forced to see each other again on a lad’s reunion trip.

While almost everything has changed, they find out that a lot is still the same.

If it was easy, anyone would do it ! by Perfectdream(52k)

“I'm not changing my mind because you can finally admit that you miss me.”, Harry added, still whispering hoping that it would still convey his conviction. He couldn't speak louder, couldn't break the bubble they were in. It felt like home.

“I know...”, Louis breathed, pain interlaced with the words. Harry could feel it deep inside him. He was amazed at how much they were still connected. They had been one for so many years it was hard to dissociate himself from the love of his life. Louis will always be it.

“It's too late, Lou.”, Harry declared, his voice more sure than his heart.

“I'm aware.”, Louis murmured, broken but collected. “I guess I let the world make me lose sight of it all. And now I'm seeing clearly.”, he explained, his words painful to say and to hear too. It had to be said. Now. “I love you, I will always be utterly and tremendously in love with you, Haz.”, he hushed again and Harry's heart broke a little bit more.

Or

Almost 8 years of an unconditional love but now it's too late. Harry had to let go not to break apart.

Louis can't stop loving him, but is he ready to fight for it?

Can love be enough when dreams are broken?

Are we hiding from the light? by Perfectdream(138k)

Harry has a problem with addiction. When Gemma is called because he's passed out in a bar, she panics.

Out of ideas to help her brother, she calls Louis. He hasn't talked nor seen Harry for five years but he accepts to take him in for a few days, to help sort him out.

Days turn into weeks.

When the past and the present are tightly woven together, some things happen. Sometimes help comes in a different way.

Blown Away by Fandom_Larry (151k)

“Dude, does Japan even have gay people?”

What! Harry’s neck snaps to Blake. He better be bloody wrong or else he’s just signed himself up to a life sentence of loneliness. “I mean surely they do, right?” Zayn tacks on. He is useless at making Harry feel better. Clearly drunk or high; probably both. Scanning the area he looks for a familiar mop of wild caramel hair. Where’s Louis? Louis will help him.

Or, the one where Harry leaves Louis behind, changing the trajectory of their lives forever.

Be There by mission2feelike(179k)

Niall sits down dramatically, arms flopping to his side before he leans forward and looks right into Harry’s eyes. “So, your ex-boyfriend, who broke your heart four years ago, is coming to stay at your house for six weeks? And his daughter, your daughter, is coming to stay tonight?” Harry nods, worried if he speaks he’ll be yelled at again, but then Niall’s face softens, his ever-present smile is back and Harry hears him breathe out a small chuckle. “Okay, for the record, I think this is the worst idea you’ve ever had, but how can we help?"

or

The one where their family has been torn apart and their hearts broken, but an accident, a snowstorm, cinnamon rolls, and the adorable Josie force Louis and Harry to finally face the truth, and each other.

some things fade (some never do) by we_are_the_same for waterlille (25k)

Matching tattoos. He’d never thought he’d be the type for tattoos to begin with, let alone matching or magical ones, but once Harry had put the idea in his mind it had never quite managed to disappear. And it had made sense. With their relationship a long distance one, this was simply another way of feeling close to one another. Of knowing where the other was, how they felt. It had made so much sense.

Back then.

*

Three years after their break up, Harry calls.

write this down by sunflouwerhabit (233k)

"And Louis responds by kissing him. He closes his eyes and presses their lips together and hopes it’s enough to distract from how those words cut and extracted critical pieces of his heart, his soul. Louis kisses Harry to avoid sobbing, yelling, pleading, begging him to never, ever use words like always or never or I promise, because they can’t. They don’t have an always. Nevers will forever remain a mere dream. Time has run out for commitments or oaths or pledges and if Louis is going to be okay- if he’s going to enjoy this time with Harry and then let him go and still feel whole- he can’t let himself start thinking long term. He can’t let this become emotional; something more than silliness and fun and sex.

He can’t hear Harry say he’s proud of him when he doesn’t know if he’ll ever see him again after this week.

'I miss you,' Harry murmurs, his breaths warm and equally shaky. 'All the time.'

Louis kisses him harder."

~~~

Harry leaves his hometown to find himself. Every road he takes has a single, fated destination.

the tis the damn season fic.

I thought we were forever by SweetieR (225k)

“I need time alone from you.” Louis’ heart skipped a beat. That he had not seen coming. “From me?” his voice shook. Harry nodded, another tear rolling down his cheek. “I don’t understand, H.” “It’s-” “You want to go on holidays on your own or something?” frowned Louis, so very confused. A long silence settled. “Look, there’s no easy way to say this.” murmured Harry and he looked so in pain. “I like someone else. Like Like like. At least I think I do. I’m not sure. That’s why I need time alone.”

Or – Harry and Louis have been together for over 25 years, married for 20 of them. What happens when one night, Harry comes home telling Louis he thinks he’s in love with someone else. Can they work it out?

Given A Chance by Acciolarrykulos (230k)

“I'm still scared”

“Scared of what?”

“Messing things up”

Niall sighed. He was watching Harry's face intently.

“You won't. You won't mess things up but if things do go out of hand then people would be there to guide you. Just keep faith in yourself, Harry. Remember that you are strong. You are the strongest person I've ever met.”

Or Harry thought to move out of his home and do something big, better with his life. Spending hours wiping tables, serving alcoholic drinks to the locals and memorizing different shades of drunk and moody people, he finally told himself he was done. He needed something else. A change. But little did he know that searching for a change will lead him to a door. A door that held secrets from his past, secrets he didn't know existed.

  But the door was fabricated with happy colors, a promising future, a secure life and a past he left long behind unknowingly. Or rather someone who held the golden key to all the answers to his questions he thought he'd never ask.

My Worst Nightmare by BooBear411 (191k)

Louis bursts with excitement, squealing slightly in his arms, while Harry watches him with an amused and soft expression.

“Why are you so happy?”

“You never stay. Sometimes I feel like you are changing right in front of my eyes and that one day you’ll forget about me.” Louis whispers. “I just want us to always stay friends.”   “I’ll always be your friend, Lou. That will never change.”

~   Or the one where Louis' been in love with the same boy his whole life. Unfortunately, said boy hates Louis' guts and wants nothing to do with him anymore.

Come back to me by SweetieR (110k)

“I’ll be alright.” smiled Harry, stroking his husband’s face tenderly. But Louis was still frowning, his hands loosely wrapped around his husband's waist. “I just don’t like it. Something doesn’t feel right.” “Lou…” “I have a bad feeling about it all. Please, please don’t go.” Or : The one when Harry and Louis are soulmates - Louis is a teacher in middle school and Harry is a war reporter. One awful day after a terrible attack, Harry is announced dead and Louis’ entire world collapses. But what happens when five years later, US government rescues a very much alive Harry Styles and brings him back to his former life in the UK and most of all, back to his Louis?

I thought I was Narcissus but I am the lake by baciamigliocchi (146k)

In una soleggiata Firenze, ai piedi di un Gigante di pietra, due ragazzi si incontrano e si scontrano per la prima volta. Due mondi diversi, due visioni diverse, due storie diverse.

Harry Styles ha ventitré anni e un contratto in esclusiva con Gucci. Ha gli occhi verdi e un sorriso sghembo, oltre che tutto il mondo ai suoi piedi.

Louis Tomlinson di anni ne ha ventinove e di poche cose ha bisogno nella vita. Una di queste è sicuramente la sua macchina fotografica.

E mentre Firenze racconta una storia d'amore che non è solo una semplice storia d'amore, il mondo tace e la ascolta.

Immergetevi con me nelle sue infinite strade, chiudete gli occhi e immaginate la bellezza della città che ci ospiterà in questo viaggio: culla di un amore impossibile.

Pensiamo tutti di essere Narciso, ma invece la vita ci inganna e siamo il Lago.

a thousand miles away (from the day that we started) by perfectdagger (sincerelyste) (88k)

Finally caught up with what Niall’s proposing, Harry is taken aback by the reminder of the time capsule box they had set in his family’s old bungalow back when they had just left Sixth Form.

It’s not that he had never thought about it. He might’ve thought about it more frequently in the weeks and months following their stay, once or twice when Harry himself had been back there. But it was not something that, unlike Niall, Harry had been interested enough in to set up a reminder for ten years later.

Maybe five years ago it still would’ve mattered to him. Given the circumstances now and how much his life has changed, those letters remained buried in the back of his mind, just like they probably still are next to one of the trees at his family property.

Five years after his break up with Louis and ten since they've left school, Harry finds himself hosting a reunion at his family bungalow, having to face his ex again and the feelings he had left behind.

Or, a time capsule au

Blood and Moon by Evinaadlene (107k) (part 1)

“Is that... him?” someone next to Louis asks. “Who else would dress in red today?” Beside Louis, Lady Camellia's eyes stay locked on the one in red, same as many around. The effect must be intended, or why dress in such a way today at first place? “He looks dashing." the first one licks her lips, eyes darkening in a laced lust. "Who would've known? Thought he'd be in chains, stuck in a dark dungeon." The other scoffs. “Have you been under a rock? He's the most privileged Lycan alive. The King's ward, some go so far as to call him his consort. It’s all hushed, but I have my sources.” she reveals like a dirty secret.

In a world where the Vampires have taken over, Humans are just pawns in blood farms, Warlocks are extinct while the King has Lycans under his thumb - eliminating the threat of the lethal bite. The world is falling apart. Louis, nephew to the malistic Vampire King, lives away from it all in blessed ignorance until he gets dragged into the chessboard that traps him in front of a green eyed Prince who is bound to a miserable fate.

Or where Louis wants to save Harold, the Prince of Lycans, when Louis' allies want him DEAD

Blood and Bones by Evinaadlene (191k)(part2) and part 3 on the way

“I thought I told you to not to lie to me.” Zayn says eyeing the gracious form reflected in the mirror with reluctance. All he wanted was to trace his fingers along the markings on his skin. His sinful beauty reeked perfection like a cruel joke meant to lure him. Snare him. He's is nothing but his own curse... poison. “I’ve never lied to you.”Harry slurs, eyes fixed on the floor. He doesn't looking up. Zayn wants to strangle him with bare hands right there… to wrap his fingers around the long, perfect neck of his and throttle him. The nerve he has - even in such a weak state, all Harry seemed to want to do was to provoke him.

In a world where the Vampires have taken over, the remaining Lycan, Human and Warlock factions are hunted and oppressed. Everything is falling apart. Louis, nephew to the dictator Vampire King, gets dragged into the chessboard of power-play that traps him in front of a green eyed Prince who is bound to a miserable fate with an unfortunate, toxic love. Or where Louis yearns to save Harold, the Prince of Lycans, when many of his allies want him DISPOSED. Part 2 of the Blood Right Series. Heed the warnings... because I do mean them.

I can be your China doll (if you wanna see me fall) by Poisonlana (134k)

La famosa estrella de pop, Harry Styles, y el estancado escritor, Louis Tomlinson, no recuerdan haberse conocido hasta que por obra del destino comparten un viaje en tren que los transporta al pasado.

"¿Será como si nunca lo hubiera conocido?" inquiere. Puede sentir la inseguridad palpable en su voz. Se siente igual a una daga en medio de su garganta.

Zayn lo mira como si Louis aún no entendiera la magnitud de lo que está a punto de hacer.

"Será como si Harry Styles nunca hubiese nacido"

O un AU inspirado en la película Eterno resplandor de una mente sin recuerdos.

[gear-project]

Annon-Guy: Forgive if I already asked this before, but what was your first Guilty Gear game and what drew you into the series?

You weren't the first to ask me, but I suppose, since I have a ton of new followers lately that a refresher is in order…

It all started with a Magazine Article I read sometime back in 1999.

At the time, I was still playing games like Mortal Kombat 3 and X-Men versus Street Fighter, and Marvel Super Heroes, but most chances I had to play them was still strictly in the Arcade Scene (I wasn't a rich kid, by any means, so playing these games was few and far between). Even playing Darkstalkers was a rare occasion.

At the time, it wasn't easy to get Japanese games, let alone obscure "unpopular" fighting games that nobody heard of… Guilty Gear: The Missing Link was one of those games.

I was lucky enough to have my step-father buy me a PlayStation game console for my Birthday… but to be honest, even back then, getting decent games that ran on it wasn't easy either.

XMvSF was a disappointment on that console, so at the time I was playing stuff like Mortal Kombat Trilogy, Soul Blade (Soul Edge in Arcades, the precursor to Soul Calibur), and once in a blue moon I got my hands on demos of obscure things like Tekken 2 and the original Beastorizor (Bloody Roar), as well as demos of Battle Arena Toshinden.

Again, like I said, getting the full versions of these games wasn't easy… I was a poor kid in grade school and moving on to high school and my parents didn't like my gaming habits to begin with…

It wasn't until the summer of 2000 (roughly, my memory is a little hazy at this time), that I went with one of my old friends to visit our old local State Fair in the hot summer.

After having a little fun and eating some fair food… we left to head home, but on the way back, we came across a very rustic-looking used-record store.

The name of the place is Record Head… back in the day, they were more famous for selling old speakers, used drums, VCR parts, and guitars, but they also sold used records and… USED GAMES.

On that hot summer afternoon… Lady Luck gently put her "Golden" hand upon my shoulder.

For a measly $15 I bought not one but TWO FAMOUS FIGHTING GAMES.

Guilty Gear: The Missing Link

and

SAMURAI SHODOWN 3: BLADES OF BLOOD (better known in Japan as The Peerless Blade of Zankuro).

I was so excited… I couldn't wait to go home and play both these games… my friend at the time could probably tell how elated I was.

My early first impression of Samurai Shodown 3 was the infamous "Samurai Slowdown" moniker that the game was known for having ridiculous load times… but even back then, it was still pretty to play and fairly arcade accurate.

However… the first Guilty Gear was EVEN BETTER.

Faster combat, almost NO load times, ridiculous mechanics… not to mention being able to CHARGE UP YOUR ATTACKS AND DESTROY SOMEONE.

Outside of Alpha 3's World Tour Mode and dipswitches, I had never known such freedom in a fighting game before.

Freedom… to cancel your attacks in to anything…

Freedom… to airdash anywhere you want to go, jump where you want to go…

Freedom… to do over the top skills, and pull off ridiculous combos…

The original Guilty Gear for PlayStation (PSX as we called it back then) was also a glitchy mess… some hitboxes would shift from one end of the screen to the other… people could accidentally input instant kills just by button mashing…

I'm actually more surprised it didn't crash like later fighting games might be prone to doing!

But to me… all that chaos was just proof of the freedom I was getting, instead of the restrictive precise inputs that Street Fighter and Mortal Kombat were known for.

I still very much enjoyed games like Samurai Showdown and Soul Calibur of course… among other fighting games I could get my hands on (I still regret not getting in to the Bloody Roar Series, and Toshinden… but I was too poor to afford those games…)

Perhaps one day I will revisit them on my YouTube Channel… but I digress!

Some time later… I met a man who would become a major rival to me for many years, who also introduced me to Guilty Gear X Plus… but that's a story for another day.

If I had to say the character that left the biggest impression on me… it was Justice. Not Sol Badguy, not Ky Kiske… not even Baiken or Testament.

Justice was the character who left that huge impression on me in the very first Guilty Gear that came out in the summer of 1998.

And I've been playing this series ever since.

Nowadays I play less Justice and more Ramlethal… but the excited and fierce feelings I had back then haven't changed very much.

I still face challengers with gusto… and I take my losses with honor…

I think I've also gotten a lot stronger than I was back then.

The "me" from back then was… very immature and impulsive… I got hot under the collar more times than I care to admit.

I'd say my "old self" would throw a tantrum and rage quit if he fought against "the current me" today.

But that's part of growing. And nowadays I play a lot more than just Guilty Gear.

Perhaps one day I'll forgive Capcom for their past betrayals and even play Street Fighter 6 one last time… we'll see…

[willknightauthor]

A New Kind of Auxlang

I've had this idea for an auxlang, been working on it on and off. The guide is only half-done. But the idea is to lean into the actual problem of facilitating communication between actual speakers of different, actual languages. The current atemps always strike me as missing the point, prioritizing weird things, like recreating Indo-European, or coining words arbitrarily, or ripping them whole form from this or that language without consideration for cognates. And every attempt I've seen at making a universal phonology has been either too limited (Toki Pona), or too difficult (Esperanto).

What matters in a language is not that all the sounds can be pronounced to type, but that all the sound distinctions can be maintained, such that any listener understand what word you're trying to say. And again, what's important is that actual people can make these distinctions, which means multilingualism should be taken into account. Whether a sound distinction is common or rare among languages is irrelevant, what matters is how many people can make it. And the proliferation of European and Semitic languages means in practice many people around the world can make more distinctions than you'd otherwise expect. (Even in Japan, these days.)

And as far as vocabulary, people are going to be learning words they don't know either way. If the vocabulary is truly widely distributed in its cognates, then what good does it do someone to recognize 5% of the words if the other 95% are completely alien? Wouldn't it be better to construct words so they are as cognate as possible for as many speakers as possible? This would mean vocabulary that isn't plucks from any one language, but constructed to be proximate to the major language families, seeking to make the words similar enough to be recognizable to disparate languages, and thus easier to remember. (Think how Anglophones frequently learn "taberu" = "eat" from the similar sound to "table".)

The same applies to grammar: use the information people already have! We keep thinking about ease of learning in terms of an abstracted learner who knows nothing, but that person doesn't exist. Everyone comes to the table with preexisting language knowledge. Simplifying a grammar down to almost nothing undermines the reason we have complex grammar in the first place: compactness, clarity, and redundancy! Those are important for a language to actually be enjoyable to use, once you've learned it. The trouble is getting to fluency, but that is less a question of language complexity as it is of added complexity. If a language had an identical vocabular and grammar to yours, but all the sounds were changed, it would be pretty quick to learn. ("-lin" = "-ing" & "taku" = "jump" => "takulin" = "jumping".) The point here is that existing common grammatical strategies across major languages are an asset we should lean on when constructing the grammar of an auxlang, to minimize the learning curve while maximizing the practical usefulness of the auxlang as an actual everyday language.

So what does this look like in practice?

Sound Inventory: a, e, i, o, u, m, n, p, b, t, d, k, g, s, c, l, y, w The idealized pronunciations are thus, but they could be anything else similar: [a], [e], [i], [o], [u], [m], [n/ŋ], [pʰ], [b], [tʰ], [d], [kʰ], [g], [s], [tʃ], [l], [j], [w]

While [a, i, u] is more universal, since almost all languages have at least a 3-way distinction, the vast majority of humans speak at least one language that makes at least a 5-way distinction, which means in practice it is the maximal set of easy distinctions for the vast majority of humanity (which is what we're going for, not the "most theoretically universal").

The stops make a distinction between 3 places of articulation, and 2 qualities. Don't let the letters fool you, this is not IPA. p/b could just as easily be distinguished with [p/b] as with [pʰ/p]. What matters is that one is sharp and the other isn't, and many languages have ways to distinguish this, including between stops and fricatives ([f/b]). You need to scour the earth for small languages to find cases where this can't be done, and most of those people speak a trade or imperial language anyway. Similarly with the m/n distinction, one is a labial nasal, the other a non-labial nasal, and assimilation is encouraged. The s/c distinction is between a forward fricative, and a sharper, retracted fricative, which means any distinction matching that would work: [s/ʃ], [s/ts], [ʃ/tʃ], etc. The lone l here is all liquids and flaps, since many, many languages have at least one, but it's rarer to make distinctions among them.

With this set of distinctions, the Semitic languages, the Indo-European languages, most every other African language, the Sino-Tibetan languages, most Dravidian languages, and many others besides, can be mapped onto this sound-set. It's only with corner-cases like Japanese that it gets difficult, lacking an si/ci distinction, though with the increase in loan-words I suspect those most interested in learning an auxlang would be able to make it.

Vocabulary:

Words are constructed to be as similar to as many languages as possible, with the most common languages weighted more. To make the process easier, known proto-languages are included, with the assumption that their roots represent cognates to a wide range of modern languages. For example: "time" = "simpo," from "tempus," "tiempo," "time," "shí," and "sa'at." "Female" = "wani," from PIE "gwē̆nā," Sanskrit "janī," Mandarin "nǚ," English "woman," and Malay "wanita." The words are not simple adoptions of any one word, but constructed false cognates of many words from unrelated languages with similar meanings to the target word. (Note: I've found this hardest with the Sino-Tibetan languages. Finding words in the proto-lang is hard, and the modern languages have few false cognates with other languages, and such short words that it's difficult to fudge it. As a result I've found that I've occasionally had to overweight a word for Mandarin to ensure the dictionary isn't biased against Sino-Tibetan speakers.)

Grammar:

The word order is head-initial SVO, the obvious choice that most auxlangs use. SVO is about as common as SOV, and importantly it's used primarily or secondarily by most major languages, such as most modern Indo-European languages under some circumstances, the Sino-Tibetan languages, and others. Many SOV languages are also marked, which makes speakers more comfortable with alternate word orders than analytic speakers. This brings up a question: to mark, or not to mark? Marking is useful, but cumbersome. The choice of SVO makes an analytic grammar easier, which is also easier to learn.

However, with all the different ways people speak, and with people constructing complex sentences in a second language, parsing errors for listeners will be common. Thus the grammar is optionally marking, with particles/prepositions. Another way to say this is that the language is highly pro-drop, like informal Japanese. This gives speakers a tool set to clarify their meaning, in a way they are likely familiar with, without burdening them with unnecessary syllables for obvious sentences. (And of course there's no grammatical gender!) This pro-drop attitude goes even farther with noun/adjective/verb distinctions, and so speakers usually should only distinguish between them in how they're used in the sentence. Thus, a word can be used as a noun, adjective, or verb, without changing or marking it.

One of the most common language features in real languages that is rarely used or used well in constructed languages, especially auxlangs, is reduplication. Using reduplication to strengthen or multiply the meaning of a word is possibly the single most intuitive things humans do with language, and thus emphatic and plural reduplication are included. Additionally, many languages allow for ditransitivity under at least some circumstances, with the indirect object coming before the direct object. Even in marked languages the indirect object tends to come first (like in many Japanese sentences). English, Malay, and Mandarin all do this, and object pronouns are similarly ordered before verbs in Romance languages. So it makes sense to make use of that pre-existing habit for this language: "She drove home the child" and "He read me the book" would be valid sentences.

At this point those in the know might notice this is sounding a lot like Malay/Indonesian, and that's not a coincidence. Malay developed as a lingua franca because of its effectiveness as a lingua franca, not as an imperial language. It's not even the native language of the dominant ethnic group in Indonesia! So it makes sense that it already possesses many of the features a modern lingua franca (i.e. an auxlang) would need. (It's ease of learning and use is why I love it so much.)

Example: "lisen-mundia dandán kala nagión, dan kayen tomi iki." = "Lisen-Mundia (the world-language) will unite all nations, and make us one."

There are other things to think about of course, like auxiliary verbs, subordinate clauses, number, etc. (I created a hybrid milliard system: it goes "thousand, million, milliard," but then "trillion, quadrillion, etc." afterward, since those numbers are rare anyway--"milliard" would just seem like a funny word for "billion" to the non-milliard counters). But it gets the idea across. I think an auxlang like this is what would be needed if it were to ever compete with the well-established Esperanto, let alone exceed it. I've yet to see an auxlang that is both enjoyable to learn, and enjoyable to use. Usually one is sacrificed for the other, if either is actually achieved at all. (Toki Pona is fun, in the way a toy is fun, but the need to construct huge strings of words for every concept, with many combinations overlapping, is not fun. Why would I want to express myself in a language that takes 10 syllables to say what other languages can say in 3-4? An ideal auxlang should be a language of art and science and politics, not a toy, and Toki Pona was never intended to be more than a fun thought-experiment anyway.)

[rahulblog89]

did yy judaism us a sham no!

she tihks your hair caused or testerone causes toruble

no i have contorl....ok

you have complete contorl that was god up top

ok you are good.. thanks..want an appam now

okgood one

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do you eat meat in ms

yeas i did

.

chicken and turkey, sometimes bacon....dont anymore

we are appalld ytta you ate bacon as s jew..no jew cared

bc bacon is not pork and is actually kashrut

did you call pam anderson a deumb hipster for chanign her look to this...go to google and serch pam anderson hip

i don't look like that at all notsure why that picture is up i look like you rememeber

i lke the look ...she says it is for you...do you wa ther classic look or the other....eithe rone works how ever she feels to best express self...

ill try new ok!

excited to see it

i said i know you don't like those...

do you ..yes it is for me so i like it :(((((((((((((((((((( ) ,,said made happy ;

hey ...

hi ...

how are you today..much better ihooe?

yes doing well tlel me here!

ok

your dad is an antisemite becuase he was called a self hating jew by someone in a subway or metro stop for not sharing light.

he is interested in public figures like shashi tharoor because heis related- you knew hat

his yeah it is tory but im using a voice becuase i am ascred they were realy mean to me last week..they are much nicer now!

a litle bietter but they call me master bobs or something .i did by adccident tory it is fine ow i am clean of ptesterone positiong which is what that was....ok i am fine...

dad is coming oh no...say a. prayer it is meant to get you closer. togod in some weird tadition called jazaida fighter...it is a tradition you are part of y birth this not tory but they assigned you a fighter becuase of your impulse controol....so you have to tifhg t..

how do you fight without fighting????? byRahul R Menon

the art of deflection, 3 million copies sold in paces noone knows about because of the deflection ---nice save there

thanks....i write

im

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tory sorry...or tory's friend..that was hilariously funy by you and other guy...other guy is genius..you are ok..

ok you are a jazaida fighter there should be more right? yes but they are assigned

by j

by j....

they wil know

pam asks who is j...Jazaida our god ...a god we sorship,.,his god....what is it

Siva, Snake, and Adonai...

my ancestral deities...some of....other are present in the ppt ...you have to keep up our you get shut out....

Tory

why is pam andrson here she is intimidatingy her inteligence and body but that is easy to create through light ransfer intenrlly and externally from environmet...cool

are you jealous of tory's husband...no

it is mark 1..he says she is too pretty gof rme so she elected a guy who looks like her

no she says depresedly..yes i am .

were actually a bteeer partner sexual compatability visibility wise....

e likes the sme magazine as me and westarted a conversation so it became a thing so i asked him out which is fine..and he turned out to be really nice so we hit ift off and got married..didn't tel rahul becuas ei knew he'd get jealous or angry at not telling him..so hid it..whoa that is the first tiem ive been able to say what i want without being told mnot to by an outside force ithis is tory and afriend...raul is vehenetlyagainst male to mae interactions ebause his dad touched him in his asshole and penis.....maybe true? i like cheese lasagna...is ye it. isright..i love you rahul a lot..i missed you in college nad shilpi and i sed to write about seeing you in japan some day it was our goal! we would comment on how fun it would be to go around with to places without being told how to look so people would approve of us...they told us how to dress by making us wear ..not that...the hair we chose was planned by other people....there was difeinitely appearance monitoring but ot too bad....ok we are ok then...are you striaght rahul be honest you were lookinga t john johns' wang on the subway when you saw him change himself.....yes straight...like woennot men

answer here.

yep....are you gay lakutis

no

then why you scared...scared he will call em does rahul call akutis gay..no..then why the thinks he will..which is hilarious becuas he is jsut alively cutie.

ory remember syou watching him on youtube and likig him but neing told not to...because he thinks it is homo to move eyes like that but you liked hit..he did it..tory liked what you just did and wants to imitate..nice try birdsniffer

.. wasnt caleld that i was called..bird snitter..which is similar..it means someone how ..why were yougeoingto write bird sni...er because tt told him to......why. areyou always feeling her tits....very comforting...you should marry her or something and then nooo too much life force not feeling tits but light....it is the light she has for me she keeppps there ifshe moves it anywhere ill feel it....she is ok?

yes she is fine...doyou want to make pancacked

yes with brown sugar and cinnnimon

ok do it

tory had fiun? yes had fun..see ya soson sukka ass ni**A tlaking to shilpi ok ..ye!

hihoiofhflk

that is him cleaning my butthole in 2nd grade..but he may have

rahu what why so much sexual abuse ..none...ceaning as in after poop sick...so cleaned...didn't like...i

that doesnt seem like a n issue..i like her...no you are fine.....

ldont do it on me....ok

[chiapurin]

answering this in one go because i cannot sleep

1. stats

cw: 66.5kg/146.7lb (18/10)

sw: 68.3kg/150lb

hw: 78kg/172lb

lw: 52kg/114lb

2. height, do you like your height?

im 166cm/5'4 and yes because im considered taller than average in my country

3. ugw, why this number?

49kg/108lb because that's the weight of jake in miss peregrine and i want to look like him

4. biggest fear about weight loss?

gaining it all back (i've done that)

5. why do you really want to lose weight?

i looked better at a lower weight, felt better too. alsp im going to japan this december and i need to look good in my pics

6. do you ever binge? why do you think so?

yes, because i genuinely love food (im a chronic overeater, been doing that as long as i have lived). but the point that i knew i Binged instead of just overeating is when i was in my first depressive episode

7. do your parents know about your issues with food?

my mom: yes. she knows that i either restrict or overeat lmao, she also caught me pūrging

ny dad: idk to be honest. i did cry and had a break down in the car after eating crab ramen, but i think he's kinda dense and just thinks im on a diet

8. workout routine

i don't have one, rn i just try to have 1100c deficit daily. when i do have to workout, i do l1dia m3ra's 10 mins abs and m0momi's 4 mins slim leg. or i jog and walk for 45 mins

9. were negative things ever said about your weight?

hell yeah i was bullied in elementary school

10. what was the hardest thing you gave up to lose weight?

snacking at 11pm and having snacks after a huge meal

11. fav th1nspo blog, why?

don't have one, but i do like @/xiaospo on twt

12. what do you normally eat?

i've been eating air fried potatoes every other day. steamed fish, stir-fried veggies, grilled chicken, clear soup

13. safe food and why?

- sugar free fisherman's friend choco and salted caramel candy: it's 0 c4ls

- air fried potatoes, kimchi, danmuji, canned tuna, most veggies, apples, pineapples: low c4l and taste good

14. fav thinspo photo and why?

she just look so perfect, i mean look at her.. same height as me, though she's bmi 15

15. fear food, why are these scary?

noodles, i love noodles so it's very Easy for me to overeat them. a serving of local noodles is 400c+! pizza and pasta too, Way too high c4l and i can't make a low c4l version of them

16. how long have you struggle with this?

august 2022 i guess (been overeating since like. Forever)

17. are you diagnosed with an 3d?

no but i have had episodes of restricting, binge eating, vom pūrging, exercise pūrging. so maybe osfed/ednos?

18. what food is your weakness?

any food when im hungry tbh

20. what started your issue with food?

1st depressive episode where i barely leave my room and would omad vending machine snacks at 11pm, or cook up double portion chilli oil noodles.

21. have your pūrged?

yup both methods too

22. fav things about your 3d

makes me sk1nny and gives me superiority complex

23. least fav things about your 3d

can't eat whatever i want, Always c4l counting

24. do you have other mental illnesses? do you think they contribute to your 3d?

im not dxed of depression and anxiety. but basically during my 1st depressive episode, i omad because i was too scared of other people looking at me when i eat/cook. i also eat when im depressed! so i's say yeah. though lately im trying to cope with other things

25. fav motivating shows/movies

h0use md because the eps were filmed before 2010s so everyone was real sk1nny. and also miss p3regrine because of her calculation on jake's speed to reach her sanctuary

26. do you have rules for eating?

i guess so? i ALWAYS count my c4l, even when i binge (i'd guesstimate it). i also avoid fried foods and only eat them when the social situation requires me to

27. do you ever see yourself recovering?

not really. even when i reach my ugw, i still have to restrict because if not i'd overeat my way to my sw

28. what is your ed driven by?

earlier this month it was about control but now i just wanna lose weight man

29. what features do you hope to achieve?

THIGH GAP!

30. fav tip?

idk... maybe actually eating what you crave, then go for a walk

[philolz-blog]

Playlist - July 8 2024

So fresh! A handmade burger with plenty of jalapeños to balance out the greasy taste ｜ @Delight [] ▶️

Ahora Se Solto Un Tormenton y Hago Un Caldito Adobado De Res ｜ @De mi Rancho a Tu Cocina [] ▶️

Old School KC Brisket ｜ Chef Tom ｜ All Things Barbecue ｜ @allthingsbbq [] ▶️

BILLIONAIRES Wedding Party. 150 kg Pilaf Prepared for 1000 People to Eat. Part 1 ｜ @COOL DADDY [] ▶️

EPIC Taco Night That’s 100x Better than Taco Bell! ｜ @Brian Lagerstrom [] ▶️

Better than pizza sheet pan casserole ｜ EASY & Quick dinner casserole recipe ｜ @Simply Mamá Cooks [] ▶️

Elephant Foot Biryani ｜ Delicious Elephant foot Biryani ｜ Yam Biryani ｜ Grandpa Kitchen ｜ @Grandpa Kitchen [] ▶️

Pigs in Blanket Jalapeno Poppers ｜ @Cowboy Kent Rollins [] ▶️

Trying 3 D.I.Y. Japanese Candy Kits ｜ @DancingBacons [] ▶️

Lemon Pound Cake ⧸ Candied Lemon Slice ｜ @Boone Bake 분 베이크 [] ▶️

Eating Philippines Rotten Pork Delicacy with Apo Whang Od!! ｜ @Best Ever Food Review Show [] ▶️

Grilled Pig Intestines Unlimited Refills - Korean street food ｜ @FoodyTrip 푸디트립 [] ▶️

5 Must Eats in Saigon, Vietnam 🇻🇳 ｜ @Max McFarlin [] ▶️

OUR HONEYMOON ❤️ 14 Days in Korea ｜ @Miss Mina [] ▶️

Clear Big Mac ｜ @Barry Lewis [] ▶️

How Fish Cake, Crab Stick and Sea Grape Production in Japan - Japan Seafood Farm and Harvesting ｜ @Noal Farm [] ▶️

Yummy ripe mango recipe - Delicious country food cooking - Countryside life TV ｜ @Countryside Life TV [] ▶️

Chicken Saltimbocca ｜ Food Wishes ｜ @Food Wishes [] ▶️

Chiikawa Ramen Sandwich and Mini Cup Ramen Noodles ｜ @japanesestuffchannel [] ▶️

cold air drying Stewed seafood pollack ｜ @푸드킹덤 Food Kingdom [] ▶️

Giant Bread with Curry Chicken, A Timeless Recipe of Curry Chicken Bun ｜ @Cate Food Travel 凱特食旅 [] ▶️

24hours Vlog of home-lover, Home alone party making cheese tteokbokki after work with lunchbox ｜ @Jihyunkkung [] ▶️

Bokhcha - Traditional Azerbaijani Sweets I Dessert Recipe ｜ @Country Life Vlog [] ▶️

Catching & Cooking GIANT LOBSTER & OYSTERS on a Boat in Tasmania Australia ｜ @Strictly Dumpling [] ▶️

🌮 CALL OF THE TACO 🌮

Korean Spicy Hot Pot (Octopus, Beef tripe, Shrimp), Bowl of rice served with Korean Beef tripe- ▶️

Homemade Chicken Pot Pie _ Cowboy Kent Rollins- ▶️

ENG SUB] A day in the local bakery in Korea Bakery vlog Cafe vlog- ▶️

오픈 두달 만에 공릉동 맛집 등극! 하루 200개 팔리는 페스츄리 미트파이 _ New Zealand pastry meat pie - Korea street food- ▶️

PERFECT ROASTED CHICKEN AND ONE OF THE BEST THINGS YOU CAN MAKE WITH IT! _ SAM THE COOKING GUY- ▶️

Vending Machines in Singapore #4- ▶️

$1 Tacos VS $113 Tacos in MEXICO!! Super RARE Mexican Food!!- ▶️

La Mejor Receta De Navidad La Cocina En El Rancho- ▶️

Taiwanese Street Food - Fried Fish Cake, Shrimp Fritter, Egg Rolls- ▶️

Frosty Winter Hot Tent Camping- ▶️

The Japanese Sandwich you should eat before it's gone 🇯🇵🥪- ▶️

추운날에 딱입니다! 얼큰뜨끈 속풀���는 장칼국수 밀키트 대량생산_ Korean Spicy Noodle Factory - Mass Production- ▶️

The ULTIMATE Iranian Street Food Tour ofDubai w_ Mark Wiens and Mr. Taster!!! 16 Hours of EATING!!!- ▶️

Foil Boat Pork Butt- ▶️

American Food - DETROIT STYLE PEPPERONI PIZZA Lions & Tigers & Squares NYC- ▶️

HUGE TAWA PULAO MAKING _ AWESOME & TASTY _ MUMBAI STREET FOOD- ▶️

Beautiful and delicious! Japanese grilled eel & 11 toppings of seafood over rice Korean street food- ▶️

Bread BarberShop handmade candy making - korean street food- ▶️

Cooking Quails in Tomato Sauce in the Wood Oven- ▶️

vlog｜Monte Cristo sandwich, chicken tender curry, oyster bossam with radish kimchi and many more- ▶️

All You Can Eat DISNEY BUFFET! Food Tour of ANIMAL KINGDOM DISNEY WORLD 50th Anniversary- ▶️

🌮 CALL OF THE TACO 🌮

[heartsoulrocknroll]

AEW Dynamite Winter Is Coming 12/14/22

Death Triangle (c) vs. The Elite Match 4 in the Best of 7 Series for the AEW World Trios Championship -- Here we go!! Beautiful tilt-a-whirl backbreaker from Omega to Pac, followed by a stomp from Matt from the top, as Pac remains in the backbreaker position. Pac has Matt in position for a German suplex. Fénix walks the top rope for a kick to Matt, then Pac lands the German suplex on Matt! Penta springboards off Pac's back into a slingblade!! Nick has hurt his ankle or foot. Nick is taken to the back. Fénix tags Penta. Matt rolls up Fénix! Penta comes into the ring. Matt hits a Northern Lights suplex on Penta, while keeping Fénix's legs trapped, and lands in a pinning predicament on both guys in one fluid motion! Beautiful snap dragon suplexes by Omega! Pac with a beautiful springboard cutter from the apron into the ring on Omega! Penta lands a package piledriver on Matt on the apron!!!!!!!! Oh my god!!! Lucha Bros isolate Omega. Reverse Spanish Fly by Fénix from the top! Made in Japan by Penta!! Backward frog splash by Fénix! Omega kicks out! Pac misses a Black Arrow attempt on Omega. Nick is back! He tags in and gets some offense in! Penta produces the hammer out of nowhere and nails Nick's injured ankle!!! Fénix locks in an inverted knee bar, also wrenching down on Nick's injured ankle!! Nick taps!!!! Hell yeah!!!!! 3-1 baby!!!! This rocked again!!!! I don't know what it is, but something about Death Triangle using illegal weapons to repeatedly beat The Elite really hits the spot for me.

After the match, Kenny suggests that, for the next matches, they make the hammer and all other weapons legal. "We are sick of playing by your rules, so let's just make it to where there aren't any rules at all." No DQ!!! Hype!!!!!

MJF IS BACKSTAGE WITH ALEX MARVEZ!!!!! He proceeds to blow my mind again. What's new???

"Ricky Starks, buddy, you did it. You finally did it. You cut your first great oratory exposition. And we were all rooting for you, man. Everyone saw the potential you have. You know what they're calling it, Marvez? Get this, they're calling it a star-making performance. Isn't that cute? (Lmaaaooooo). Isn't that great? You know what's funny? The first time I ever appeared on AEW Dynamite, I was already a star. And then after that, I just proceeded to hit home run after home run. I am batting a thousand, all hits, no misses. Just curious, Ricky. How many at bats did you have before you finally hit that homer? And then you've got the people claiming you made yourself a star when that couldn't be further from the truth, Richard. I did. Because at 26 years of age, I am the most talked-about name in this business. I am a star maker. So you're welcome for the rub, Rick. And then you had to go ahead and talk about your upbringing. (Whiny voice) 'Oh, I had it so hard. I grew up poor, I had to leave and move into the dumpster fire known as Texas, I grew up with a bobble head that was so much bigger than my body, I had to live out of my car, I had to eat out of a dumpster with raccoons.' I don't care. None of that matters. The only thing in this lifetime that matters is are you or aren't you the AEW World Heavyweight Champion. And of course the smooth-brained simpletons watching at home love you, Ricky. It's because they relate to you. Much like you, their lives suck. But instead of fixing it, all they do is whine and moan and complain. 'Why me, why me?' It's because you all suck. And then there's me, Ricky. You said when I grew up, I had it easy. And guess what? He was right. I grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth. I was born rich, I was born attractive, I was born funny, I was born witty, I was born pretty, and I was born better than you and every single putrid person on this planet, and I ain't apologizing for it. And then you wanted to talk about taking pressure off my plate. Well, granted, it took you a while to get to your point, you know. You kind of meandered and mumbled for seven minutes. And every single time he got lost, he'd go (mocking Starks' pose, whiny voice), 'Give me a break! Give me a break!' How about you give me one, Ricky? So let's talk pressure. Because tonight I'm under none. See, I'm already the guy. I'm already the man that has the Dynamite Diamond Ring. I am already the AEW World Champion. I am already the guy. Everybody hates my guts. Everybody wants to see my downfall. No one's rooting for me, therefore I have no one to let down. But you, Ricky Starks, I do not envy you, my man. Not even a little bit. See, everyone around the world wants Ricky Starks to win the big one. His mother, his family, his fans, God, everyone is rooting for Ricky Starks to win the big one in his adopted home state of Texas. Can you do it, Ricky? Or will you let everyone down? Now that? That's pressure. And tonight we are going to find out what happens when pressure is applied to The Pebble. Will he turn into the diamond everyone claims him to be, or will he simply turn into dust?"

GO. OFF. MAX!!!!!! Another Wednesday, another Dynamite, another promo class with MJF. Damn. This was perfectly constructed and perfectly delivered. He addressed all of Ricky's points in an organized, logical fashion. He delivered with incredible conviction, every word and every inflection perfectly placed. When he said "Isn't that cute?" about people calling Ricky's promo a star-making performance, I laughed out loud. God help me, I am in love.

Jericho says the Giant Swing is inhumane and should be banned. Lmao.

BCC with a promo. Wheeler Yuta says he has learned to fight like he is already dead!!!

Chris Jericho vs. Action Andretti -- Andretti goes almost 10 minutes with Jericho and pins Jericho with a running shooting star press!!! Chris Jericho is having a terrible week!!! Good stuff here. The crowd is super into it, which sells it even better. Jericho is later shown throwing a tantrum backstage.

Now we have a promo from Starks to respond to MJF. Starks says that when he broke his neck, he thought his career was over, so now he's winning the AEW World Championship, because he has no other options. Starks says last week's promo was nothing new, he's been doing that in his sleep. Starks says MJF has to find validation in ratings and being a draw. Starks says nobody gives a damn about that, but they do care about seeing Starks stomp MJF's ass tonight.

This was a little corny for me. Saying that MJF is obsessed with ratings and being a draw as if that is a bad thing and saying that no one gives a damn about that as if it isn't an objective measure of how much people care about MJF is... questionable.

Ruby Soho vs. Tay Conti -- This was alright. Tay with some surprisingly decent offense here, a pump kick and a Gotch piledriver. Ruby looks good here and gets the win with No Future.

MJF (c) vs. Ricky Starks for the AEW World Championship and the Dynamite Diamond Ring -- MJF with some taunting out of the gate. He mocks Starks' pose. He does the Flair strut. Nice arm drags by Starks! Thumb to the eye by MJF!!!!!!!!! Gut buster, stomps in the corner, and a back rake by MJF!!! MJF locks in an abdominal stretch, and he bites Starks' ribs! Wtf! MJF grabs the ropes repeatedly for leverage on the abdominal stretch when the ref isn't looking. Starks escapes the hold when the ref kicks MJF's arm to break his grip on the rope. Loool. Jumping lariat, tornado DDT, and sit-out powerbomb by Starks! MJF with a big stomp off the second rope to Starks' arm as Starks clutches the top rope!! Nasty, beautiful powerbomb on the knee by MJF!!! Starks kicks out! MJF stomps Starks' arm on the mat. MJF slaps Starks in the face!! This turns into a slugfest, both guys trading rapid-fire shots, and ends with MJF's thumb in Starks' eye!!!! AHHHHH PERFECT, I AM SUCH A MARK FOR A GOOD THUMB TO THE EYE, BROTHER. MJF rebounds off the second rope for a BEAUTIFUL rolling elbow!!!! Picture perfect shit, love that!!!! Starks responds with a spear! Both guys are down! The ref starts the ten count. Starks barely sits up at nine and covers MJF, but MJF was just lying in wait!! MJF kicks out and immediately grabs Starks' arm and locks in Salt of the Earth!!!!! Beautiful!!!! While applying the hold, MJF bites Starks' hand! Starks reaches for the rope, but MJF traps the other arm!!!!!!! NICE!!!!!!! Starks stretches his leg toward the rope, but MJF grabs the leg too! Starks finally manages to get his one free foot onto the rope to break!! MJF looks like he is going for Salt of the Earth again, but Starks counters with a roll up!! MJF kicks out! They trade side headlock takeovers! Powerbomb attempt by MJF, but Starks escapes! Superkick by Starks! Starks attempts Roshambo, but MJF blocks it! MJF pulls the ref between himself and Starks!!!! MJF steps out from behind the ref and quickly lands a low blow kick to Starks!!!! MJF rolls up Starks!!! 1, 2, 3!!!!!!!! GREAT, WONDERFUL, AMAZING, FANTASTIC!!!! I LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS!! Love to see MJF dictating the pace and using his signature heel moves. MJF's in-ring style has a nice, old-school flavor that really does it for me. Great stuff.

Danielson comes out after the match!!! He heads toward MJF, and MJF runs at 100 MPH down the ramp, over the barricade, and up the arena stairs through the crowd! I AM SO BEYOND HYPED FOR MJF VS. DANIELSON!!! GIVE IT TO ME NOW!!!!!

[nymphoheretic]

Hi friend!

I hope you are doing well and taking care of yourself! Please make sure you are drinking water and staying hydrated! Also eat! Make sure you are eating as well! <3

How was your weekend? I hope you got time to relax!

It’s currently 6:15 in the morning now >~< I’ve been struggling with my arthritis the past few days so I haven’t checked in, but I hope everything is well!

Having arthritis is really a pain >.> I was diagnosed with it at 17 in both my knees and recently got diagnosed with it in both my hips. At 21 I did not expect to have a literal old persons body but here I am ;-;

To be fair though I did some heavy lifting yesterday when my hips were already sore so it being worse this morning isn’t a complete shock but still- ( the heavy lifting was giving my three year old niece a piggyback which yes! Important and painful cx)

I also saw people talking about 5 more seasons of demon slayer confirmed and 5 more years of the anime confirmed! I’m so excited as a fan since the beginning of the series I’m genuinely so giggling and happy for so much more content!

Also I’m always so jealous of people who go to Japan conventions since it’s said they give more facts there while American conventions are more promotional. At least that what my mutuals on Instagram who live in Japan tell me!

I hope you have a wonderful day and rest of your week! Remember you are important and loved!

Love <3

Hi babes! Sorry I haven't been answering your letters, sometimes I just wanna hoard your little rays of sunshine to myself or I'll start to answer and my ADHD kicks in and I forget it in my drafts 😅

While I know you're taking care of your grandmother, try to take it easy on your knees. I have bad carpal tunnel ( i used to play piano) in both of my wrists and they act up when it get ready to rain too.

But yeah so much content! Ufotable is truly spoiling us and I'm so excited for it all cause the Gaiden and academy means more Kyoujuro!! My husband will be back and I'm so ready to see him again!!

I haven't been to a con in years since the pandemic and I miss them. Some panels do give information, but they are mostly for promotional reasons. But I have a lot of fun at them when I used to go! I have some pictures of me in cosplay too! I've done a fem kaneki Ken, miruko, and fem vil deku! I have plans to do more I wanna do nezuko one year, but my sewing machine pooped out of me a few months ago so I'm saving up for a new one.

And right back at you, babes! The world is so much better with you in it!

[mint-moon25]

DEMOCRATS - CRUISES

BECOMES - SUBMARINES - AS - STUDENTS -

ARRIVE - FR - SCHOOL - AS - COED - AND 2 -

NOTICED - NON-BRA - WEARERS - WHEN -

PUSH - UP - BRAS - BRING - UP - BREASTS -

2 - CONTINUE - 2 - STAY - UP - ALSO - WITH -

NO - CONSENT - OF - PARENTS - THEY -

CAN’T - MARRY - OR - CONSENT - AND -

PRESENCE - OF - LEGAL - GUARDIAN -

THEY - CAN’T - MARRY - B 4 - AGE 18 -

AMERICANS - NON-VIRGINS - SINCE - AGE 10 -

KOREANS - SAME - GENDER - ALL THE - WAY -

FR - AGE 3 - SINCE - CENTURIES - AGAIN -

THEIR - MALES - SUPERNATURAL - TRUE -

BEAUTIES - EXTREMELY - HOMOS -

HUGE - SPEAKING - AS - THEY - ARRIVE -

AS - STUDENTS - AFTER - 4P ED - WE’RE -

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CAN - VOTE - OWN - BANKS OWN APTS -

B 4 - MALES - HUGE - VOLUME - SPANISH -

SPEAKING - LOUD - SMARTPHONE - YES -

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FREEDOM - OF - SPEECH - NOT - VOLUME -

HUGE - SPEAKING - LOUD - PHONE CALLS -

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VIOLATES - 1ST -

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THE - RIGHT - OF - PEOPLE - 2 - PEACEABLY -

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NOT - HURTING - CHECKING - LAYOUT -

FUTURE - WE DISAPPEAR BUILDINGS -

LESS - THAN - 1 SECOND - LIKE - AIR -

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RAIN - SOMEONE - TOOK - COVER - OF - OTHER 1 -

‘KIM - POSSIBLE’ - AIR - BUBBLE - 2 - DISAPPEAR -

US - BRINGING - US - ABOVE - MY L - BANK - ME -

THINKS - ‘NORTHERN - TRUST’ - 2 - HIGH - BUT -

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CAN - FLY - UP - INSIDE - ROUND - BUBBLE - AS -

WE - WILL TAKE - MOTORCYCLES - COVERS -

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WE TRANSFORM - 2 - PRIVATE - PLANES -

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FIGHTER - PLANES - NO - FLAG - THERE -

BUT - REGISTERED - AS - WE’RE - OUT -

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OCEAN - HEADED - 2 - SEOUL - 2 - EAT -

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WORLD - THEY - NEED - A - KING A QUEEN -

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2 - COUNTRIES - KINGDOMS - THAT - NEED -

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FIFA - WE - DO - WORLD - PRO - SPORTS -

IN - TOKYO - JAPAN - 3 SOMMERSAULTS -

SKIIS - 18 AND OLDER - $2.5 MILLION US -

THAT - EASY - I’M WINNING - REAL GOLD -

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WHILE - WALKING - AN - ARREST BY XO -

FEMALE - TOKYO - POLICE - I’M - DISAPPEARING -

THEM - FR - EARTH - THEY - NEED - 2 - MEET YES -

WHO - DOESN’T - EXIST - 2 - THEM - THEN - THEY -

GO - 2 - CIRCLE - IN - MIDDLE OF - EARTH -

SHEOL - LAKE - OF - FIRE - WORMS - GO -

THROUGH - THEM - FEMALE - TOKYO - POLICE -

LOVE - 2 SHOOT FEMALES - 4 - MISS TOURISM -

MISS - UNIVERSE - MISS - EARTH - LAST - TIME -

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RECORDS - BRICKELL - PRIVATE - SCHOOLS -

AS - WE - GO - 2 - TOKYO - JAPAN - FOR - YES -

WORLD - PRO - SPORTS - SNOWBOARDING -

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IMMORAL - TEENS - OF - BRICKELL FLORIDA -

MALES - MARRYING - MALES

FEMALES - MARRYING GIRLS

DEMOCRATS - SHOPPING - MALLS

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SPECIAL - NAVY

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FLOOR - OUR - CARS - THEN - PRIVATE PLANES -

WE - GO - 2 - THE - RIGHT - THEN - WE - GO UP -

AS - FIGHTER - PLANES - NEVER - ANY BOMBS -

FASTEST - ON - EARTH - HEADED - 2 - SOUTH -

PACIFIC - ISLANDS - BORA BORA - TAHITI AND -

THE - MALDIVES - BUT - 4 - ME - SEOUL KOREA -

2 - EAT - AT - 7 ELEVENS - 24/7 - HOLIDAYS AS I -

ENTER - AS - A - CAR - TRANSFORMERS - AND -

REGISTERED - IN - SEOUL - AND - AS MILITARY -

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MILITARY - ACUPUNCTURISTS - ME TOO -

DOCTORS - NURSES - DRIVE - DAILY - IN -

TOKYO - AND - PARIS - MANY IMMITATING -

THIS - 2 - EVERYONE - HERE - WE - ARE -

‘MA’M’ - WRINKLED - PRUNE - BAGS BUT -

IN - ASIA - LIKE - REJI - OF - ITZY -

PONY TAILS - AGE 16 - AGAIN XO -

WITH - ACUPUNCTURE -

‘MA’M’ - ‘WE’RE - CLEANING - THE -

RESTROOM’ - PLEASE LEAVE YES -

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DEMOCRATS - ASSEMBLE -

ALL - OUR - BULLETS - LESS THAN -

TIC TAC SIZE - CREMATES BODIES -

CHANGES - CAMERAS - NO PROOF -

OF - ANYTHING - HAPPENED

DEMOCRATS - ‘FIRE - AT - WILL’ -

USA - KOREA

BIBLE - ‘THE - RICH - RULE - OVER -

THE - POOR’ - MBA - MATER BRICKELL -

ACADEMY - $1,000 - A - MONTH - THEY -

RULE - OVER - THE - POOR - NON-VIRGINS -

LOW - GPA - NON-FOOTBALL - VARSITY -

NON-BASEBALL - MALES - SO WEAKER -

NON-CHEERLEADERS - ACROBATICS -

GYMNASTICS - NON-SWIMMERS NON-

SWIMMING - POOL - DIVERS - BACK -

SOMMERSAULTS - TWICE - NON-SCUBA -

DIVERS - NON-SURFERS - NON - GOLD -

MEDALS - AS - SPANISH - SPEAKING -

NON GOLD - MEDALS AS AMERICANS -

DEFEATED - HUMANS - BRICKELL - FL

[yandere-kokeshi]

I apologize for making it so detailed

If Its Ok Could you Make Some Pro heroes React to The reader Not waking Up for a Few DaysDue to Tiredness cuz of their Angel quirk?

Warnings: Other than slight mention of blood, then none!

Authors note: Your totally fine, you didn't know! Sorry Hawks headcanon is a bit shorter than All Might’s; I didn’t know what else to add for the dumb bird man.

I also wanted to add that this is based on my opinion, so when reader uses their angel quirk too much, they get ‘sick’; thank you for the request <3

Hawks / Kiego Tamaki:

He would be extremely worried for you! When he sees you drowsy, rarely leaving the bed and eating makes him realize that he, your most amazing husband, can take care of you whilst being ‘sick’

Keigo will try to allow you to sleep as much as you can, but three days are the max. Sadly, he will wake you up every other hour to help you eat, drink, and walk you to the bathroom if needed; even offering to bathe you.

If you don’t feel like getting into the bath, he’ll get you undressed and wings-friendly wipes to clean off the sweat and dirt off your pretty skin.

As much as Keigo loves to see you rest and be cuddled up with his pillows… he may or may not join in and miss a day of work or two; simply sliding in, covering you with his wings while kissing your hairline, squeezing your waist.

Hawks will gladly make you chicken noodle soup, tomato soup, or anything that’s easy on your stomach; he’ll offer to massage your wings, get deeply into your joints and muscles to make sure you sleep well.

He brings you an excessive amount of pillows and blankets, making sure you’re well comfortable before leaving work. This includes him stopping at his breaks and flying to your shared apartment, slightly shaking you awake to make sure you haven’t died yet.

Keigo is rarely away from you when you’re in this state, practically behind you, ready to come at your call for anything you need. Want a certain food? Sure! He’s getting buckets full of it and your favorite sweets as well.

When you’re hungry, he insists on hand-feeding you like a baby; scooting closer towards your warm body until you give in, wiping your face whenever the soup gets on your face.

As much as Keigo hates seeing you in this state, he does get very prideful when you’re very drowsy, not only does he get to take care of you and show you that he’s the only one for you, he may or may not pray for this to happen more.

Once your sickness is over, he’s damn well happy. Not only does he get more cuddly, but he takes you out for a nice dinner on the balcony of a tall building: decorated with the best foods in Japan and candles laid out and about.

All Might / Toshinori Yagi:

You’ll give Toshi a scare, that’s for sure. He already worries about you but now you have a negative trait to your quirk usage where you’ll sleep for days? Oh goodness.

Toshi treats you like you have an extreme stomach flu; much like Hawks.

He’s always at your beck and call, ready to drop everything in his hand to help you. Want some rain sounds in the background to help you sleep better? Absolutely! He has it all and the curtains closed. Want a really soft blanket that won’t itch your wings? How dare he! He runs to the nearest store and buys three blankets double the size of his. Want to cuddle and watch a movie together? Of course, he buys your favorite drink and rubs your back and wings for you, kissing your forehead.

He makes sure the room is clean and nothing is in your way, fearing you’ll fall and ‘hurt’ yourself more than you should; hell, he’ll even deep clean the whole house even if he’s coughing up blood.

Toshi is cooking you the freshest and lightest meals for you, making sure that you’re well hydrated and often offers to make you tea to help with your symptoms.

When you’re resting, he tries to let you sleep as much as you can and help you catch on your ‘beauty sleep’ so your body can heal. Rarely, does he disrupt your sleep, but other than to wake you up for bathroom and water breaks, he lets you sleep for however long.

Whenever you’re ready to take a bath, Toshi is there helping you, rubbing your wings with special ointment to help you relax; the room is filled with your favorite candles, scents, and refreshing salts to help with body aches. He’ll offer to wash your hair, gently praising you for getting out of bed.

No matter how much you practically tell him that this is normal for you after overusing your quirk usage, he can’t help but worry; what if you get so hurt your wings fall off? What if he isn’t there to help you and you slip in the bathtub? What if you drowsy sleepwalk into the balcony and fall? Oh god.

When he does come into your room, he tries to be very quiet but ends up admiring you, even if it whines that you look ‘horrible’ or ‘disgusting’. He may or may not take pictures of you laying in the bed, keeping them in his phone to admire later.

Toshi takes care of you like a mother hen: He makes sure to catch your fever every now and again, making sure you’re drinking water or orange juice, and tries to get you into the bath. If you can’t, not a big deal! He’ll wipe wing-friendly wipes to help the sweat and dirt off.

Once you recover from this state, Toshi will sigh in relief and rethink things to make sure this won’t happen again; practically begging you to not use your quirk over your limit.

After a few days of your recovery, he’ll take you out on a nice dinner with your favorite dessert.

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GOJO SATORU || pretty badass

request: umm gojo x sorcerer!reader and they have a son (he is still a kid like around 5). the three of them were having a family time but a curse came out of nowhere and attacked their son but unexpectedly he's using limitless (it's his first time!!). so she and gojo just "wow" pls isnt it cute and gojo would say "thats because my strong gene", "as expected from the great gojo satoru's son" or something like that ajjdjw

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pronouns: she/her

You smile softly at the sight of your son and husband, both of them looking like they were carbon copies of one another, the three of you walking down the busy streets of Tokyo on your off day. For the last three months, you and your husband have clashing schedules when it comes to your lives as full fledged sorcerers; with your husband, Gojo, traveling about Japan on his many missions while you stayed back in Jujutsu Tech teaching his students whenever he’s suddenly called away. 

It was hard going to sleep without him and waking up long after he’s got up for the day; the only indication he was home was a thermal full of coffee for you in the morning along with a bag of souvenirs he got for both you and your son. Your son, now 5, who misses his father a lot and spends many evenings curled up in your arms in tears, crying about how he misses his father.

So today was a day you’ve been looking forward to for awhile now - a day where he has no pressing matters he has to attend to, and you using one of your day offs so you can spend it as a small family unit. So far you three have gone on a short shopping trip together, having lunch together in a nice restaurant that Gojo had his eye on for awhile now, and follow your son around as he dictates what the three of you were doing. “Mama!”

“Yes sweetheart?” You called out as you snapped out from your daydream, looking over to the two boys - two pairs of beautiful sapphire eyes staring back at you with happiness. ‘The first in generations’ was what one of the elders of the Gojo clan had told you when you first brought your son to them. It was rare enough that your husband, Gojo Satoru, was born with the Six Eyes; but when your son was born and possess the same eyes as his father, the elders were overjoyed.

You didn’t care, for you, he’s just an every day child, and you were going to raise him as such. “Ice cream!”

Looking at where he was pointing, where a stall was selling ice cream served in a taiyaki, being served with different ingredients like wafer biscuits and other sweets. “Sure baby.” You said as you reach over to ruffle his soft h/c hair, smiling at how excited he got just because you agreed to allow him to get ice cream. Your husband laughs softly at his expression, his other hand reaching out to take yours in his, which you did with a warm smile on your face. After handing in your order and Gojo paying, the three of you made it towards a park nearby to enjoy your treats; seated on a bench together to enjoy the nice weather. 

The sun was out, yet the spring winds were blowing; making the weather perfect for a nice day out in the park. Licking your matcha and red bean swirled ice cream, you smile smile softly when your husband playfully leaned forward to taste some of your ice cream as well, his chocolate ice cream with marshmallows and a wafer biscuit clutched in his own hand. “You always go for the same flavours, baby. Try switching it up a little.” He admitted with a grin as he popped one of the fluffy marshmallows into his mouth, causing you to smile as you licked at your ice cream carefully. “Unlike you, I don’t have any interest in eating my weight in sugar.” 

Gojo just grins down at you before he playfully leans over to lick at your ice cream once more, causing you to laugh as you used your free hand to push his face away. “Eat your own ice cream, loser.” You teased, jerking your hand away with a laugh when you spotted his pink tongue sticking out at your hand, threatening to lick your hand. Gojo was about to lean closer when he felt your son start to tug on his shirt, forcing him away from you. “Leave mama alone!” He whined up at his father with a pout, glaring at his father for even attempting to annoy his mother.

You couldn’t stop the laughter from bubbling through your laughs at the sight of your husband pouting down at your son as well, whining to the young boy that seemed to give you all his love and affection while leaving his father to ‘fend for himself’. Seems like both boys definitely got the flare of dramatics that the Gojos are known for. Eventually you stepped in to stop the two, giving both of your boys a soft kiss against their cheek softly; getting adorable and loving smiles in return.

“You really took after your father entirely, didn’t you, baby?” You cooed at your son as you wiped his mouth clean from ice cream, since unfortunately he had gotten your husband’s sweet tooth. You had hoped it would skip a generation, but with your husband’s influence, it was inevitable that he will love sweets. In response he just gave you a cheeky smile, to which you just roll your eyes before you return to your seat, eating the rest of your ice cream carefully. “I don’t see a problem with it it.”

Glaring at your husband half-heartedly, you sat back down in your seat as you finished the last bite of your taiyaki fish cone, using a wet tissue to clean your hands. “You are the source of the problem.” You teased your husband before you grabbed a tissue, ignoring his whines as you reached up to wipe the corner of his mouth clean. “How mean, wifey.” He pouts down at you as he leans over to rest his head on yours, to which you just roll your eyes at him as you reached over to pat his chest softly. “And here I thought you missed me.”

Laughing softly at his words, you wrapped your arms around his waist and nuzzles into his neck, just soaking in the familiarity of being in his arms once more. Sure, you always poke fun at him and tease him a lot, but you always do it out of love - and he knows it. Hence why he is never truly upset, pulling you into your side with a loving smile; your son curled up his other side as the three of you sat there in silence.

Just enjoying the moment.

Eventually the rest of the ice cream was finished, and you helped your son wipe his sticky hands clean, smiling at how adorable he looks as he gave you an adoring smile. Leaning over to kiss him on the head, you smile as he giggles and cups your face in his hands, kissing your nose softly like his father always does. This action caused you to laugh softly as you playfully ruffled his soft hair between your fingers, leaning back into your husband once more as his muscular arm wrapped around you loosely. 

“Can you take the trash out for us, little guy?” Gojo asks with a raised eyebrow as he hands the small ball of used tissues to your son, who pouts at him but nods anyway; since he was going to do it just because you were there. “Good boy.” He coos at him teasingly before he playfully wrapped his arms around you once your son got off the bench, giving him a smirk whilst your son huffs back in reply. “Now your mama and I can have some quality time without your little shadow hanging off her arm.” 

“As if you don’t do the same!” Your son whines before he went to the trashcan to toss the trash away while you just roll your eyes and cuddle up into your husband, pressing a soft kiss against his cheek. “You never grow up, huh?” You asked with a teasing smile as you look up at your husband, whose bright eyes looked down at you through his signature circle sunglasses, yet they somehow seem to glow from behind the heavily tinted frames. “Teasing your son and fighting for my attention. As cute as that is, you should know better then to tease him like that.”

Gojo couldn’t help but grin as he rubs your back softly, shrugging at your words. “If he is my child, he will know how to fight back.” Was his simple reply, a reply that had you rolling your eyes at him as you reached up to flick his forehead playfully. “I am trying to teach my son manners.” You replied back sassily, knowing the flick didn’t hit him because your husband always has his Limitless activated at all times. So you weren’t surprised when all he did was chuckle in return, leaning down to press a loving kiss against the top of your head. “You love me regardless.”

You didn’t bother to respond, instead leaning up to press a soft kiss against his lips in response; both of you sporting smiles on your faces. You had just returned to curling up in his arms when you felt his stiffen underneath you, causing you to push yourself off a little with a soft frown on your face; which only deepen when you saw his hardened expression. You were about to ask what was wrong when you suddenly felt the strong curse energy, causing your blood to run cold. “Satoru-”

“I am sure he’s fine.” Your husband tried to reassure you, but how he had swiftly got up with you in his arms, you can tell that even he was nervous. This didn’t help your nerves as you grabbed onto his outstretched hand before you two were racing towards the general direction of where the Curse Energy source is, praying that your little boy was alright. The both of you had just turned ran up a hill when you saw a sight that had you pausing in confusion.

Standing before you was a Curse that shouldn’t be more than a Second Grade, its grotesques body wrapped around the vending machines next to the recycling bins. It was clearly trying to attack your son, yet it can’t seem to get close enough to land a blow on the young boy, who was staring up at it in disgust. The strong wave of Cursed Energy seems to be radiating off your son, who was more focused on turning his nose up in disgust at the Curse before him. “What-”

“Well I’ll be damned.” Your husband said with a laugh, sounding more relieved then he was before as he looks down at you with an easy grin. “Looks like our son is an early bloomer.” He teases before he squeezes your hand one last time and walked towards him, squatting down next to him to pet him on the head; his other hand snapping his fingers. The Curse immediately started implode from the inside out. “I am really proud of you, buddy! Seems like you’ve learnt how to control the Limitless!”

You were still standing there in shock, not even caring about the screaming Curse as you rushed to your son, bending down to check him over in concern. “Are you alright, honey? Did it hurt you?” You asked in concern as you cupped his chubby cheeks in your hands, watching how he shakes his head softly even as you squish his cheeks between your warm hands. “No mama, it couldn’t touch me! See?”

You slowly started to sag in relief when he showed you his unscratched skin, pulling him into your arms and running your fingers through his hair gently to calm you frantically beating heart. “Thank goodness.” You mumble as he hugs you back in delight, nuzzling his face into your neck happily. A soft chuckle causes you to look up, raising an eyebrow at your husband when he just grins. “I am just happy that he managed to pick up how to use Infinity effortlessly. Then again, should I really be surprised? He is the son of the strongest sorcerer alive, it is expected of him, really.”

His answer caused you to just scowl in response as you picked your son up in your arms, bouncing him as he giggles out in delight. “Your daddy has a big ego, huh buddy?” You cooed at him, ignoring your pouting husband as you kiss your son on the forehead. “Mama doesn’t know how to deal with him sometimes.” You continued to coo as he got up, wrapping his arms around the both of you. “Hey! At least we now know he’s going to be as awesome as his parents!”

Somehow his teasing tone caused you to relax as you leaned into Gojo’s arms, letting him wrap both you and your son up in his arms as he presses a loving kiss against the side of your head. “Come on, you have to admit you are proud of him.” Gojo mumbles softly to you with a grin as he ruffles your son’s hair once more, the young boy giggling as he blinks his shining sapphire eyes back at you happily. “Technically, he did stop a big and scary Curse from hitting him. The poor thing didn’t stand a chance against our boy.” 

“All he did was activate the Infinity between him and that thing.” You reminded your husband, who just waved your concerns away with a soft chuckle. However, when you look back down at the young boy in your arms, there was no denying the sense of pride that was slowly starting to wash through you as the shock of the situation slowly seeps away. “But that was pretty impressive. Usually people develop their Cursed Techniques at aged 6.” 

“Come on baby - with the strongest as his dad and the most badass woman as his mum? I am surprised he didn’t develop it sooner.” 

You just laugh softly at your husband’s clearly arrogant words, yet you didn’t have the heart to stop him as you ran your fingers through your son’s hair once more. “I mean, that was pretty badass.” You commented with a soft chuckle, to which your husband just nods his head in agreement, your son completely oblivious to everything around him as he soaks in your warmth. “Why don’t we go and pick up some takeaway for dinner? I am craving some of that gimbap from the Korean place we love to go to.” 

“Anything for the wifey.” Gojo commented with a simple grin and with that, he used his arm around you to lead the three of you down the path that exits the park you three had wandered into, talking animatedly about how he can’t wait to start training with your young son. You wanted to remind him that the young boy is just 5 years old, that there is still time for him to learn a little later. How he should just enjoy his youth now.

But you know you can’t stop him once he goes on a roll, so you just listened to him with a warm smile on your face as you cradled your son in your arms, who had started to fall asleep the longer he soaks in your warmth. For now, you’re just going to soak in the moment you realised that your son was going to be a strong sorcerer, if he chooses to be one. Either way, there was no denying how proud you were of him.

For now though? You’re just going to enjoy this moment while it lasts - with your husband and son by your side as you made your way towards the cute Korean restaurant near your family home to order some takeout before retiring for the day. 

Today has been eventful enough.

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210104 Weverse Magazine ‘Be’ Comeback Interview - Suga

SUGA “I'm grateful that there are still unvisited areas in the world of music” BTS BE comeback interview 2021.01.04

SUGA has this way of talking passionately with a deadpan look on his face. Full of passion about his life and music.

How is your shoulder? SUGA: Good. I think it’ll get even better once I take off this brace. Apparently, it takes several months for a full recovery, but I'm trying to get better as fast as possible.

How does it feel like to have resolved a problem that has distressed you for long? SUGA: First of all, I'm glad. The pain is one thing, but when my shoulders got worse, I couldn't even raise my arms. But when I heard that this might recur when getting the surgery at a young age, I waited for the right time and had decided to get it done early next year regardless of the COVID-19 situation. I had planned to get the surgery after the year-end stages, but I got it done this year (2020) because my doctors advised me to start preparing early for next year’s promotions and activities.

How does it feel like watching the other members doing promotions? SUGA: I can't say it feels great. I could see the emptiness because we've been together as a group of seven for so long. Not necessarily because I'm not there but because something that should be there is missing?

Is that what made you join the promotion as much as possible? You shot lots of video footage in advance and you even appeared in the Mnet “2020 MAMA” through VR. SUGA: Fake SUGA (Laughs). There’s this 3D studio where we shot it. I shot, scanned, and acted there, but couldn't see the actual result at the studio. I thought a sense of displacement was unavoidable, and that was exactly the case. (Laughs) I acted normal because it would have been aired anyway even if I hadn’t had the surgery, but it seems a lot because it’s aired after the surgery.

You must feel restricted not being able to go on stage. SUGA: The thing is, it's only been a month after I got surgery, but my absence on stage is so apparent. But my doctors keep telling me that I shouldn't be impatient and in fact, many athletes get a resurgery when they return to the field without proper rehabilitation. So I'm working on trying to care less. For the first two weeks after surgery, I felt so frustrated that I tried out new things. I even watched movies I didn't watch.

What movies did you watch? SUGA: I watched ‘Samjin Company English Class’ as it happened to be on IPTV, and now I have ‘Tenet’ on my list. ‘Parasite’ was the last movie I saw at a cinema. As the social distancing measures became stricter, I haven’t been going outside, except going to the hospital. I even eat at home. I'm also watching a lot of TV nowadays. Watching music shows like ‘Sing Again’, ‘Folk Us’, and ‘Show Me The Money 9’ made me think of what I should do in the upcoming days.

Could you elaborate on that? SUGA: A lot of candidates on ‘Sing Again’ are very talented but hadn't had the opportunity, and on ‘Folk Us’, I noticed that many took their own guitars on stage. I started playing the guitar lately and I'm having this urge to broaden my scope of music. And since my interest in the music industry in the U.S. grew, I'm getting prepared, studying English and all.

What fueled your interest? SUGA: In some ways it’s the most commercially developed market. You could lose the industry attention in a flash if it's not feasible. So in this system, you would try everything and that would be an efficient way. I want to do music for a long time, and to this end, I always want to learn more about the global music industry because I want to do music that’s loved not only in Korea, but also in the U.S., Japan and Europe.

Speaking of which, it seems BE was influenced from music of the past rather than today's trends. SUGA: I especially like impromptu music. I love the songs that were made in one take instead of being recorded several times. In this era of crossover genres, the desire to do better in music is growing inside me.

As the genres become more blended, the melody you use must be more important. Does starting to play the guitar affect your composing in any way? SUGA: I always liked using guitar sounds. And I have always liked the Eagles. If you play the guitar, it’s way easier to write songs because you can carry it along wherever you go, pluck on the strings to create melody lines. Keyboards are difficult to carry around. (Laughs) I usually work on my laptop but I had this thought that I definitely needed an instrument. It accelerates my work and improves my understanding of chords.

It makes me think you could intuitively make melodies. SUGA: It’s easier to write a song because you can intuitively make a progression and try many different things. During my work on ‘Eight’, IU had recorded and sent me a song from her phone. At the time I couldn’t play the guitar, so we tried to make sure we’re working on the same page when keeping track of each other's progress. That made me feel the need to learn an instrument.

This is actually before you started playing the guitar, but I found ‘Telepathy’ in BE very interesting. The varying melodic progressions between hooks for each member made me wonder if you wrote the melody intuitively for each part. SUGA: I tried writing a melody for the first time this year (2020), and as I started knowing the fun of music, it opened a lot of new doors for me. So it was kind of easy working on it. I just played a beat and wrote from the beginning until the end. Done. I wrote it in just 30 minutes. The song almost wrote itself. The trends of pop and hip-hop these days cross boundaries between vocals and rap. I like this trend.

When I listen to your singing, it feels like you’re hitting the beats rather than singing along the notes. So I thought perhaps you're singing as if you're rapping. SUGA: When you're rapping, you just think of the rhythm, so it’s like simply putting on a melody to a rhythm. To define which comes first, I think melody adds to it while writing the rap.

In ‘Life Goes On’, the lyrics ‘Thankfully between you and me, nothing’s changed’ are somewhere in between. It's not rap but it’d be mundane to say it's a mere melody. SUGA: There are obviously songs where the rap needs to be highlighted. For example, in ‘Dis-ease’ or ‘Ugh!’, you have to be good at rap. But in songs that should be easy to listen to, impressive raps are not always the way to go. Sometimes, you want smooth transitions without obstacles.

In that sense, the rap flow of ‘Blue & Grey’ was impressive. Rather than a dramatic effect that emphasizes each part, you extended the rap just as much as the slowing beat. SUGA: To be honest, this beat is difficult to rap to. The beginning of the song only has a guitar line, which made it even more difficult. I participated when we wrote lyrics for ‘Blue & Grey’ and I've always wanted to work on a song like this. It was because verse 1 talks about the theme of the song.

It seems you achieved almost everything that you wanted in BE. SUGA: I think it took less than a week to make my part in the album. After having written one or two melodies for ‘Life Goes On’, I wrote a version complete with rap, and liked it that I even worked on a separate arrangement and lyrics. Rather than pondering over the ways that might work, I choose to simply play the music and write.

Many creators are unsure even after they’ve produced good work. How do you get the conviction to release your work? SUGA: Many musicians are unsure whether they should release their music or not. It was the same for me, but the thing is, you’ll never release anything if you nitpick everything. For example, if we release 10 songs, we have a chance to unveil them in concerts or fan events. And sometimes, as we listen to the song, we think, ‘Why does this part that had bothered me no longer bother me?’ Some things might feel awkward at some point, but in time, it no longer feels awkward. Even I forget about it. So it's more efficient to fine tune, looking at the big picture, rather than thinking too much about the details. On top of that, during promotions, I don’t have the time to pick tracks that others have sent for 10 hours. It would be a success for all of us if each of us play and write a melody in their own time and collaborate with others on the details. So the way of songwriting has evolved in many aspects.

What motivated such evolution? SUGA: I think it evolved naturally. I've changed in personality this year (2020), as well as in terms of my interpretation and attitude toward life to the extent that I almost thought I've been rehearsing. How would it feel like if there were no stage to go to or anyone looking out for me? This thought made me realize the value of these things.

In ‘Dis-ease’, you sing ‘I don’t know if it’s the world that's sick’. Was it this lifestyle that changed your thoughts about your work? SUGA: Yes. When I was young, I had embraced the belief that ‘It must be my fault’, but as I got older, I realized that this is not always true. Most of what I had thought was my fault was in fact, not my fault. On the other hand, there are things that I did well and times I had been lucky.

‘I NEED U’ came out during a time when you were still thinking, “It must be me”. After the members put on a stage with ‘I NEED U’ in KBS' ‘Song Festival’, you wrote on Weverse, “It’s the same as five years ago.” How would you compare with back then? (This interview was held on December 19, 2020.) SUGA: We've matured quite a bit. And our stage performances have become more natural. I still like ‘I NEED U’. Just listening to the beat makes me sentimental, and above all, the song came out nicely. So as I was watching this and that when I stumbled across old videos. Watching them made me think that we haven’t changed much.

In what aspect haven't you changed much? SUGA: Before the social distancing measures got stricter, I talked with the photographer for BE, whom I had met four years ago. The photographer was surprised that we hadn’t changed much after all the success, even though he had assumed we’d be very different.

I'm amazed personally. I’ve had the chance to meet the members before your debut, but from your way of talking with members or others, it seems you haven't changed. SUGA: I think it's because we don’t give it a big deal about success. For example, it's incredible to be ranked first on the Billboards, but there’s also this sense of, “Okay, and?”

Even the Grammys? (Laughs) SUGA: When we got nominated for the Grammy Awards, we thought, ‘Is this real?’ (Laughs) Of course we were delighted, but it didn’t make us think, ‘We're singers nominated for the Grammy.’ If you're nominated, you're nominated, and if you get the award, you get the award. You don't get shaken by that. I know it's a great award and would be so grateful if we receive it, but we know that nothing is possible without the tremendous support of our fans. What’s more important is that the fans are more flattered than us when we receive a great award. So everyone's rejoicing, but it’s like, ‘Let's do what we have to do.’ We've been training ourselves to keep finding our places, so no one remains overexcited.

In ‘Fly To My Room’, there are lyrics that say, ‘This room is too small to contain my dream’, and ‘Sometimes this room becomes an emotional trash can, but it embraces me.’ I had this feeling that the room had been such a place and that you were accepting that you have changed. Then the essence must have remained the same. SUGA: It wasn’t easy to accept that we eventually change. But I think it's a good thing that we changed. What we did back then was possible only at that time, and we could change because of the things we had accomplished.

Then, what new things are you dreaming about? SUGA: I'm eager to continue doing music. Since all performances were canceled due to COVID-19, I had a chance to talk to so many musicians in Korea. I talked with legendary singers as well as people who are my contemporaries. Talking with them once again made me realize that I love music so much. Because music is my profession, I can’t imagine myself not doing it. I'm grateful that there are still unvisited areas in the world of music.

What kind of music do you think you’ll be engaged in in the future? SUGA: I was greatly motivated when I saw the concert of Na Hoon-a last Chuseok . I wondered how many musicians would actually be able perform and write music for so long like he has. At that moment, it occurred to be that ‘I want to be like him’. He has passion and desire, and most of all, he is a superstar. A few years ago, I took my parents to a Na Hoon-a concert, and when they watched the performance last Chuseok, they said it was way less impressive to see him perform through the TV. (Laughs)

That must explain your interest in a broader spectrum of music from instruments to composing and musical genres. Because you want to be doing this for a long time. SUGA: My goal is to continue doing music in any shape or form. In that sense, I have this great respect toward Cho Yong-pil. He takes the best sound there is and reinterprets it into his own. I think that’s something I want to emulate and keep changing and evolving so that I can continue doing music for decades to come.

The lyrics ‘Thankfully between you and me nothing’s changed’ must sound more meaningful for the fans because they will be listening to your music for a long time. SUGA: A month and a half in the current times must seem like a lifetime for the fans when we're far apart. I feel the same. But I think that's proof that we worked hard for the past seven years and that the fans have been passionately reaching out to us. I'm striving to get to them as fast as I can, and I'm eager to go on stage. I'm going through this because I want to be better on stage in a better condition, so don't be sad, and please hang in there a little longer.

Trans © Weverse

[heroloverangel]

Delicate

This is technically a sequel to last year’s Dad Mirio fic but can be read on its own! Everyone’s favorite Wholesome Dilf continues to live rent-free in my brain.

“I miss you soooo much,” Mirio says for the fifth time in the past twenty minutes. You give him a comforting smile from your side of the screen, you know how he feels. Your husband’s been gone for three days now helping with a disaster in Osaka, and he probably won’t be home for the rest of the week. It’s hard being married to one of Japan’s top heroes, you think to yourself. You wish you could be there with him, putting your training to good use where it’s needed, but your current assignment is too important to ignore. It’s as if he can read your mind from the other side of the country. “How’s my buddy doing?”

You smile and tilt your camera down to show off your heavy stomach. At eight months pregnant, you’re sidelined from hero work no matter what the crisis is. “He’s alright,” you confirm. “I think he’s bored without you around, though.” He lets out a little whine that’s almost heartbreaking; it’s obvious where he’d rather be right now. You take pity on him and drop the phone level with your belly to give him a better view. 

“Hey buddy,” he coos. “I promise, I’ll finish as fast as I can so I can come home to you and Mama soon.” You feel movement inside you as he talks. You don’t know how good your baby’s hearing is, especially through the video chat, but you’re sure that he’s reacting to his father’s familiar voice. “I can’t wait to get back and feel how strong you’re kicking in there. I bet you’re driving Mama crazy!” You relax further into your pillows and let him babble on to your bump about his day saving civilians and clearing out rubble, only a little lonely when you look over at the empty half of your bed. You really do miss him, your house is far too quiet and calm without his usual energy filling it.

You yawn after a few more minutes and glance at the time. “Sorry, it’s getting kinda late. Would you mind if we called it a night for now?”

He smiles, but you can tell that he’s trying to hide his disappointment. “No problem, I know you need your sleep. We’ll talk again tomorrow, okay?” You agree and tell your husband you love him before hanging up the phone and settling in for bed. You’re tired, but you’ve gotten too comfortable with him sleeping beside you and it takes awhile to fall asleep on your own.

You spend the next morning balancing your laptop over your swollen belly while you browse through maternity clothes. There’s a local shop that promises same-day delivery, and you treat yourself to a few things for your last month. You read through your email, a magazine wants a quick interview for an article about hero families and you’re happy to answer their questions. It’s hard to move too much in your condition, but you make sure to do the prenatal exercises your doctor recommended and then have a nice long shower. Your new clothes arrive and you leave them on the dresser for now while you eat lunch and call your family. It still seems too quiet in the house without Mirio, and you’re getting bored when your phone finally rings and your face lights up at his name.

“Hey sweetheart! I’ve got a surprise for you!”

You can hear the smile in his voice and it warms your heart. “Is it dinner? I think somebody in here’s really craving steak tonight.”

He laughs. “You’ll see. Just have a seat on the couch and close your eyes for a second, okay?”

This isn’t the weirdest thing he’s requested over the phone, and you obey. “Alright, they’re closed. What are you planning, Lemillion?”

“You can open your eyes in three...two...one…” his voice disappears from the phone, all you hear is the background noise of birds chirping.

“Mirio?” Your eyes are still closed.

“SURPRISE!” 

You jump in shock and drop your phone, your eyes flying open. He’s standing in front of you with the biggest grin on his face, completely naked. It takes you a second to realize he must have phased through the front door to surprise you. You struggle to stand but fail, and he has to pull you up himself into his arms for a deep kiss. “You’re home early! How’d you manage that?”

“The others knew how much I wanted to get home, with you being pregnant and all, and everybody worked extra hard to cover for me so I could leave first.” You owe every single one of them a thank you gift. “Boy, that Uravity is amazing with rescue work!” Oh, you owe her twice as much after this.

“I’m glad you’re home,” you sigh happily. Your husband drops to his knees in front of you and pushes your shirt up to kiss your stomach, rubbing his hand where he feels a faint kick.

“Me too. I missed our family so much.” His arms wrap around you and he rests his head against your middle. You run your fingers through his hair, both of you taking a minute to relish your little reunion. It’s only been a few days, but it was more than enough to make you homesick for each other.

He stands back up after a bit and you head for the hallway. “You should go grab your phone off the porch and take a shower. I’ve got a bit of a surprise for you too, when you’re done.” He’s happy to obey and you follow him down the hall, pausing at the front door then into the bedroom. You wait for the bathroom door to shut and then spring into action as fast as you can. You clothes come off; you kick them under the bed instead of wasting precious time trying to pick them off the floor. 

You reach for the new clothes on the dresser and find the outfit you’d picked for his welcome home gift. The bra is made out of soft white lace so flimsy it looks like it’ll tear if you breathe too hard. It ties closed with a ribbon in the front and your clumsy fingers finally form a decent bow on the third try. A skirt attaches beneath the cups and just skims your thighs, the two halves of it parted to show off your obvious pregnancy. You’re lucky that the matching underwear ties on the sides with more ribbon; you’re not sure you’d be able to get them on without five minutes of struggling if you had to step into them. 

You look at yourself in the mirror and adjust the skirt of your lingerie. Despite the sheer fabric leaving little to the imagination, you look sweet. Innocent. Delicate. A grin spreads across your face; it’s perfect.

You get dressed just in time; you hear the shower turn off and the door opens a second later. “There, all clean and-” Mirio freezes at the sight of you and you see his fingers twitch against the towel wrapped around his waist. “Oh, wow. You look...just, wow.” He’s crossed the room faster than you can react, strong arms wrapping you in a tight, warm hug. “You’re so gorgeous like this, babe.”

You lean into his body; you’ve missed this while he was gone. “Well, it’ll be awhile before we can do this again. I figured we should really enjoy ourselves while we still can.” He nods and gives you a surprisingly gentle kiss. You can tell he’s holding back his strength for your benefit and the knowledge makes your heart flutter.

Mirio recovers from his surprise quickly and returns to his usual unstoppable energy. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, I promise!” His bigger hand is warm around yours as he guides you to your bed, losing his towel in the process. You don’t hide your staring; his body is gorgeous after so many years of training and you could look at him for hours. He sits back against the headboard and carefully brings you with him to straddle his lap, and you feel his cock already growing hard against your thigh. “We’ll take it easy,” he promises. “I know we have to be a little more gentle now since you’re so big-” You stare down at Mirio silently, but he continues. “What? You are big, that’s a good thing. You’re growing our baby in there, he needs all that room!” You just shake your head; you can’t really feel annoyed when he’s this sweet.

He looks up at you with pure affection written all over his face and leans into your touch as you run your fingers through his damp hair. “How can you be this buff and this adorable?” It’s not the first time you’ve asked as much, and every time he laughs you off with a faint blush on his cheeks. You lean in for another kiss while his hands move from your hips over your ribs to the front of your slip.

“This is so pretty, you should keep it on.” He gives your chest a squeeze and you whine, too sensitive from the hormones wrecking havoc on your body. You knew your breasts were going to get bigger, but they’ve turned out to be overachievers and you’ve jumped up two cup sizes already. “They’re still really sore, huh?” You nod and he offers you a comforting smile as he plays with the bow before finally tugging it open. Your nipples are already hard, and you don’t miss how he licks his lips when his thumb brushes over one. “I could help you with that, if you want.”

“Mirio…” You love your husband and all his enthusiasm, but you’re well aware that he can be a little too eager and get carried away. He’s being careful now as his fingers trace against your warm skin, his touch barely teasing you. He pulls you closer; you can feel the smile on his lips as he leans into your neck. He follows your pulse, down your collarbone to leave kisses at the swell of your breast and you sigh. “Okay,” you agree. “Just remember to-”

“I know, be gentle. Don’t worry babe, I’m gonna take good care of you.” He pushes your lingerie out of the way to get a better view at your heavy chest and appreciates the sight of it. “Man, our kid’s not gonna be lacking on calcium, is he?”

“I love you, please stop talking.” He laughs but obeys, his tongue flicking over your nipple and making you squirm in his arms. He does it a few times and you let out a little gasp when he takes you into his mouth. “Go easy,” you remind him, but he’s already distracted with his task. You asked your doctor about doing this before and were told it was perfectly fine, but you can’t quite shake the thought that it’s a little weird as Mirio begins to suck at your tender nipple.

You’ve tried this before, but every time he’s been too rough in his excitement and you’ve had to yank his head away from you in pain. Tonight though, he’s trying his best and after a few seconds of discomfort there’s an unfamiliar tingle deep in your breast as your body responds to his stimulation. “It feels weird,” you groan, but your fingers thread into his hair so he won’t pull away. “It’s not bad, just weird.” You’re not entirely sure you like what he’s doing, but you’re willing to continue until you figure it out. His tongue brushes over you with a slightly different motion, and something in you clicks into place. “Can you do that again? I think I liked that.”

His laughter is muffled but still obvious and you can feel the smile against your skin. Mirio’s happy to assist, one strong hand settling on your back to keep you steady. It wasn’t a mistake; he repeats his movements and you realize that it feels good. It feels really good, you have to admit, as his eyes slip closed so he can focus entirely on pleasing you like this. You hold him tight to your body, fingers running through his messy hair while you enjoy the affection so happily given. You’re still sensitive though, and after a few more minutes you start to get overwhelmed and have to pull him away.

“It tastes good.” His grin is huge as he licks his lips. “It’s sweet, just like the rest of you.” You’d roll your eyes if he wasn’t so cute. He gives your breast a gentle squeeze and earns another whimper from you, then turns his attention to the other one. “Don’t want this side feeling left out, right? Lucky I’m here to take care of everything!” Your heart skips a beat, you’re so in love with this silly, wonderful idiot. You don’t get a chance to respond, once his mouth is back on you it’s hard to do anything besides pant and whine for him.

You squirm against him, his dick pressing against your thigh and your panties doing very little to hide how much you’re loving this. “Miriooo,” you moan, and the look in his eyes is nothing but pure happiness that makes you melt. “You always take good care of me,” you coo, reaching down to stroke his cock lightly. “You’re so good to me, honey.” He pulls you closer and releases your chest to look up and meet your eyes.

“Babe, I’m just giving you what you deserve. You’re literally making a brand new, little person in there. If that’s not worth being extra nice, I don’t know what is.” He really has no idea how perfect he is. His thumb brushes over your nipple and your body is so sensitive now it makes you shudder. “Alright now?”

You stop for a second to consider. Your breasts do feel a bit lighter, there’s less pressure weighing down on you after his help. “Yeah, thanks. You’re the best, really.”

He brushes off your compliment in favor of pulling at the strings holding your underwear together. “Just doing my job, miss.” He groans at the sight of you fully naked and traces a finger along the lips of your cunt. You hadn’t noticed just how wet you were getting as he’d worked on your nipples, but now two of his fingers slip inside you with no effort. “I love you so much,” he says with another kiss.

You buck into his hand mindlessly, too eager for his touch after only a few days. You want to hold off and come with his dick buried inside you, but you can’t deny yourself when you’re this needy already. “I want it,” you whine pitifully.

His other hand gives your hip a reassuring squeeze. “I know, baby. You can have whatever you want, just tell me.” His thumb swirls over your clit and he doesn’t miss the jolt that runs down your body. “Right there, huh? My pretty little wife wants me to make her come?” His smirk is playful and there’s a glint of mischief in those friendly eyes.

“Mirio, please.” Hearing him talk like that does something to you and you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

His hand moves faster and your pussy clenches tight around his fingers. “It’s alright, I’ve got you. Just let yourself go for me.” His voice is so warm and soothing, you can’t resist. Your orgasm is marked with desperate whispers in his ear as his hand moves gently between your thighs to urge you on. “That’s it, honey. You’re so good, I want more of you.”

It takes you a minute to calm down before you’re able to pry your sweaty face away from his shoulder. His fingers leave you aching to be filled again, and you swallow hard when you watch him bring them to his mouth to lick them clean. 

“That’s my girl,” he smiles like the sun and you look away, almost embarrassed by the affection between you two. You can’t see anything past your swollen belly, but you can feel his thick cock ready for a turn. “Are you up for more? It’s fine if you need to wait-”

You fumble blindly for his cock until the tip presses just outside your cunt. “I want you inside me. Here, Mirio. Your pretty little wife wants to make you come.” The blush spreading across his face at your words is a special reward of its own. His hips thrust upward to enter you while he slowly pulls you down to meet him, and your mouth falls open in a long moan. “Fuck, Mirio. We’ll have to wait a couple weeks after he’s born and it’s gonna suck so bad.”

He hasn’t put much thought into this fact and you can practically see the gears in his head turning. “Well then, I guess we’d better make it count while we still have the chance,” he says finally. He’s always so much stronger than you, even when you’re not in such a delicate condition, and easily sets a steady pace moving you up and down his dick. You cling to his shoulders to steady yourself as you ride him, pressing your tongue into hs mouth to devour his sounds. This may be the peak of happiness, with your sweet husband pounding away inside your excited pussy, showering you with compliments about how great you are and how perfect your little family is going to be. “And once he gets a little older, we can start working on his siblings!”

Your hips falter in their rhythm at the suggestion. “S-siblings? Already?”

He grins back at you. “Of course! We need five or six, at least!”

“Five or six…” you repeat, suddenly distracted by the thought of doing this another half-dozen times. You don’t know why you’re surprised, it’d be more of a shock if he didn’t have infinite love to share. The idea doesn’t bother you, and you find yourself returning his smile with a smirk of your own. “You really wanna fill me up that much, Lemillion?”

You’re not expecting his thrusts to speed up so much or for him to pull you down so hard you’re gasping for air. “God, babe. So much. I think about it like, all the time now. You have no idea.” He stops to kiss you again, and your cunt squeezes hard around him. “I can take more time off of work,” Mirio insists mindlessly, getting far too ahead of himself. “I bet I can hold so many babies at once.”

You laugh, he’s so ridiculous sometimes. “Let’s just focus on this one for awhile, okay?” He nods, trailing his lips down your throat to feel how fast your pulse is racing for him. You can feel another orgasm building, and that he isn’t far behind. You were only apart for three days but it seems like far too long. “You’re really, really the best.”

He cups your sweaty face in one hand, the look in his eyes so soft and loving it takes your breath away. There aren’t enough words to describe how much you love him right now, and clearly it’s the same for him. Wordlessly he releases you and drags his hand down your body, stopping to tweak your nipples and making you cry out. His fingers drop to rub firmly against your clit, and your back goes rigid. “Miri-ohh. Just like that, I’m gonna...there, fuck.” You clamp down hard on his cock with a loud moan and he holds you tight, supporting your overworked body while you come. “Here,” your voice is ragged. “Your turn, I know you’re dying to come inside me.”

“You’re amazing, honey.” That last compliment is all he gets out before his pace goes sloppy and you feel him flooding your pussy with a low groan. “You’re so amazing.” 

You cling to him while he gradually wears himself out and stay wrapped up in his arms for the next few minutes. Eventually, there’s a firm kick in your belly that informs you that someone noticed all your movement and he’s not happy about it. Both of you laugh as you separate; you flop down on the bed while Mirio cleans you up and finds you a comfy, oversized shirt and fresh panties to wear. It’s still fairly early, and you won’t be tired enough to sleep for a few hours.

“Now that was a welcome home gift. You should just wear that around the house until you have the baby, it looks really great on you.”

You ruffle his messy hair. “I don’t think it would survive the entire month around you,” you tease. You stretch your arms above your head and feel a grumble in your stomach. “So, the surprise wasn’t steak for dinner tonight?”

He’s in too good of a mood to even think of denying you. “It is now!” He’s already fumbling for his phone to look up menus. “Whatever you wanna eat, just say the word!”

Sometimes you wonder how you ever got so lucky.