ᯓ feat. francis scott fitzgerald
contains. fem!reader, daughter, soft family fluff, daughter joins girl scouts, overprotective dad energy
word count. 592
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You flipped through the Girl Scouts pamphlet with your daughter sprawled across your lap, tiny fingers pointing excitedly at every cookie option.
“I want to sell Thin Mints!” she declared, eyes sparkling. “And Samoas!”
You laughed softly. “Of course, sweetie. Just try your best, okay?”
Fitzgerald, lounging dramatically in the corner with a book he wasn’t reading, snorted. “Selling cookies? That sounds… pedestrian.”
“Dad, it’s just a fundraiser!” your daughter protested.
“Pedestrian or not,” he said slowly, peering over the rim of his glasses, “I refuse to allow my child to engage in anything less than complete dominance.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Complete dominance?”
“Yes. Complete. Domination. If she’s selling cookies, she will win.”
Your daughter giggled, not fully understanding, but Fitzgerald’s eyes glinted with dangerous determination.
The next morning, she set up her little table at the school parking lot, proudly wearing her sash decorated with badges. You watched with a proud smile as she sold a few boxes here and there, shyly interacting with neighbors.
Meanwhile, Fitzgerald had vanished.
Two hours later, your daughter came running back, clutching a single Thin Mint. “Mom! There aren’t enough people left! I only sold one box!”
You frowned. “Hmm, that’s odd…”
Just then, a shiny black car rolled to a stop in front of the lot. Fitzgerald stepped out, trench coat billowing in the wind like he was entering a movie scene. He carried a massive stack of boxes.
“Daddy?” your daughter asked, blinking.
“I am here to secure your victory,” he declared solemnly. “Step aside, mere mortals.”
“Wait… what are you doing?” you asked, barely holding back laughter.
He began dramatically handing boxes to anyone who had not yet purchased, then directly to the Girl Scout table. “Here! Take a box! No, take two! No, take five!”
Your daughter’s jaw dropped. “Dad! You can’t just-”
But Fitzgerald was already counting the boxes like a general surveying his troops. “Yes, I can. And yes, I must. Victory shall be yours.”
You couldn’t help but giggle as he negotiated fiercely with a local mom trying to buy just one box. “No, madam. Not one. TWO! THREE! For my daughter’s glory!”
By the end of the morning, the lot was entirely cleared. Every last cookie had been purchased. Your daughter stared in awe.
“Daddy…” she breathed.
“Yes?” he asked, triumphant, arms crossed.
“You… bought all the cookies?”
“Yes. And you are now undefeated,” he said, bowing slightly. “Let the world know that my daughter is the ultimate cookie seller.”
You leaned down to whisper to her, trying not to laugh. “Well… at least she’s happy?”
She giggled. “Daddy… you’re crazy!”
Fitzgerald’s expression softened, the rare gentleness creeping into his sharp features. “Crazy? Perhaps. But all for you, my little champion.”
Later that night, sitting together in the living room surrounded by unopened cookie boxes (because Fitzgerald bought way too many), your daughter hugged him tightly.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered.
Fitzgerald, clearly melting, ruffled her hair. “No, my dear. Thank you. You gave me the perfect excuse to be a magnificent father.”
You leaned against him, smiling softly. “Next year… maybe just let her sell them herself?”
Fitzgerald looked offended. “And deny my child absolute victory? Never.”
Your daughter snorted. “I think I like this version of Dad better.”
Fitzgerald grinned, eyes twinkling with mischief and pride. “As do I, my darling. As do I.”
And that night, with the living room smelling faintly of cookies and chaos, you realized: there was never a dull moment in this household, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Hi! Could you please do a platonic yandere Fitzgerald from BSD for a child reader? Letters C, D, G, L and T.
A/N: implications, that Reader's parents aren't suitable to care for a child.
Care - In a nutshell, what does it mean to be under their care? Is it protection, isolation, a pretty normal life or something else? What will "adoptee's" life be when they are with them?
Having everything you ever wanted, currently want and will want, but also living under constant observation.
Fitzgerald has no problems with spending tons of money on you. He will get you every toy or snack you have wanted since you were a baby, you will have only the best things for your everyday life, and even the smallest dreams will be granted.
But Fitzgerald will be always worried. He has gone through the parent's worst nightmare already. He didn't want you to share his daughter's fate. He will insist on medical check ups, on multiple bodyguards and on always being near. He can't loose you.
Dangerous -Are staying with them dangerous to their "adoptee"? Are they a magnet for danger? Or are they dangerous themselves?
Not really. Fitzgerald is a buisnessman, and he knows how to forge connections and either getting rid of enemies, or turn them into allies. No danger for you.
Francis, of course, isn't dangerous for you. The only danger you might face is the danger of some secondhand embarrassment, when Francis, clueless about more "common" parts of life, acts as he usually would (calling for Guild's assistance, when you wanted to participate in stamp collecting event, or trying to buy the whole amusement park, so you won't have to wait in line).
Gift - They see "adoption" as a gift. But what kind of gift? What did they offer to "adoptee" by "adopting" them?
A gift of safe long happy life. Fitzgerald offers you everything. He offers you days without hunger, nights in a warm bed in your own room.
Last - What wasthe last drop? What made them take action and "adopt"?
Seeing your family dismissing your fever as something not important. They were unfit of being parents.
Even if later it turns out, that the fever wasn't that bad and there was no need in medication, Fitzgerald won't change his mind.
Team - Who helped them "adopt"? Was the help willing, or were helpers manipulated and used?
Alcott, police and protection services.
Alcott will know about Fitzgerald's plan and reasons and will support him.
As for the officials... A very "on a fence" situation. Fitzgerald will anonymously notify police and protection services, and will ask Alcott to help him with a plan on how to make your family look worse than they really are. However, even without Alcott's involvement, the invention will find enough to temporarily took you away.
Alcott's involvement will turn "temporary" into "forever". Fitzgerald's goal is having your family out of the picture, and being able to legally become your guardian.
Chemistry: a carbohydrate formed when two monosaccharides (simple sugars) are bonded together; two sugars joined as one, a sweetness that only exists in pairs.
a/n: the angst writer lives!! this has been in my wips for a long time and just decided to finish it (sorry that Kunikida's is much longer than the others lol)
warnings: some profanity
watching you marry someone else
featuring: Kunikida, Akutagawa, Fukuzawa, Fitzgerald x
F!Reader
Kunikida Doppo
a/n: based on my aunt's story + this is sort of a sequel to this short fic
He didn't know why he came here. Was it because the entire Agency attended? Most likely, but he's not quite sure himself.
It might be wrong for him to be here in the first place. It was he who dumped you, after all. But he supposed that your working relationship after that wasn't too strained - if anything, it seemed you were still good friends. Perhaps your romantic history had been superseded by your more recent interactions, so there's nothing for him to be worried about.
The venue of your wedding was an excellent choice. Nothing flashy yet elegant, and the decorations were quite refined. It seemed well-planned as well. He mentally took notes for his own - if he were ever to have one, that is. At the back of his mind old drafts of the wedding you two could've had suddenly reappeared along with old memories that should've long been forgotten.
Fortunately the pain growing in his chest stopped momentarily when you finally appeared at the entrance. His eyes widened, shocked at how beautiful you looked. It was perfect. From the way your dress showed off your figure in all the right places to the way your hair fell lovingly on your shoulders to the way the sunlight emphasized the brightness of your eyes - it was truly perfect.
Somehow he imagined it was him you were walking to. It was as if his greatest dream was suddenly becoming a reality, and the ideal life he had been chasing for so long was finally within his grasp. The millisecond-long glance you showed him felt like you were intently gazing at him for hours.
But the harsh truth came crashing down as you continued to walk past him. The moment your eyes met the grooms', Kunikida saw the invisible link you two had. It was something to admire, really, but also something to be envious about.
The pain in his chest returned with ten times the force it had earlier. As the minutes passed so did his frustration rise, and every thought he had from the moment you two broke up - no, from the very first time you two met each other suddenly overwhelmed him.
Kunikida loved you so much. Nothing has changed and it never will. If he simply never became ambitious, if he simply never lied to himself, if he simply never trusted his stupid brain over his heart then maybe-
"Kunikida-san, there's an emergency at the office."
Tanizaki's whisper caught him off-guard. But within seconds he recomposed himself. Although the wedding was far from over, duty came first.
He discreetly said goodbye to his coworkers and silently left the venue with his junior. Of course, he stole one last glance at you before finally leaving.
Surprisingly Tanizaki took the wheel, but Kunikida paid it no mind as seconds could not be wasted when more urgent matters were at hand.
"What's the situation like? What happened?"
Strangely, the younger detective continued to drive off in silence.
"Oi, Tanizaki. Didn't you hear me?"
The more he hesitated, the more the older detective became suspicious. What the hell was he up to?
"A-actually," Tanizaki finally replied. "Nothing happened. It's just that Dazai-san said-"
"What?!"
"I-I mean we could all feel it, Kunikida-san. We thought you just needed some space to let it all out."
"There's no need." He sighed heavily. "Really, you're all worried for nothing. We should head back."
Still, he did not stir. "They'll be exchanging vows by the time we get back."
It was Kunikida's turn to be silent. Even if the car continued to travel further away from your wedding, it was almost as if he could hear those vows being recited right in front of him.
His eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, focusing on nothing in particular. A single tear fell down his cheek which he promptly wiped off with the back of his hand.
"It's okay, senpai. You can pretend I'm not here."
Kunikida wasn't sure why he broke at those words. It was quite unbecoming of a senior to show his emotions this openly to a coworker, let alone someone much younger than him.
Yet the tears won't stop coming. It was as if the frustration that built up across the years finally let itself free. When was he ever honest about his feelings on the matter? When has he ever shared the truth with anyone, even with himself? The bitterness at each sob was so great that he was sure his voice would be hoarse by the next day.
His ideals should've brought you happiness - that's the most fundamental rule he completely forgot. Yet maybe it was his failure in keeping that that ironically brought you to the one who will truly bring you everlasting joy. He'd have to learn to accept this fact, even if it meant forgetting the what-ifs, even if it meant letting you go, even if it meant sacrificing his own happiness.
Akutagawa Ryuunosuke
The whole place was so... bright. Everything was white and fluffy, from the flowers on the aisle to the lights hanging on the trees. It was strange. It felt like he was in a children's book.
How unfitting for someone like him whose very being was, in essence, black. From his hair to his shoes, his coat, and perhaps even his soul.
But it's not like the guests noticed a shadow silently standing between other shadows. If anything, his whole outfit made him blend into the background perfectly as he intended. After all, Akutagawa wasn't in the strictest sense (or perhaps even loosest sense) invited to your wedding. He peeked behind the trees blocking your own little heaven from the noise of hell-like earth.
In fact, he could barely see what was happening. People in light colored formal garb, both male and female, the groom sporting something that stood out even more from the guests - he felt dizzy just looking at the scene.
But the moment you stepped in, all the color and light seemed to dim. Your white dress dazzled in the sunlight and your face shone brighter than he remembered. Has it really been so long since you last met?
All he could do was stare at you from the shadows. Your light was so blinding to his darkness, yet his eyes refused to shift their focus. How could he, when he knew that this would probably be the last time he'd ever see you?
You were better off without him. If you stayed with him, your smile would never be like the one you wore now. It's not like he could ever force himself upon you, either, even if it seemed that you cared for him more than anyone should have-
His chest began to throb painfully. The searing pain was much greater than most attacks he's had, rendering him almost completely helpless. Shit. If someone were to attack now, he'd be dead. Or if he were to give himself away and you spot him - ugh. He'd rather die.
Akutagawa struggled to walk away slowly, deciding to forget everything he saw there. It didn't do anything good for him. Why did he even decide to come here? Was he such a masochist to remember everything "good" you ever brought into his life? Wasn't it enough that he'd dream of you more often than he'd like, only to wake up in total darkness?
Each step he took triggered a memory for him. Each smile, each laugh, each embrace that you so cruelly bestowed upon him felt more real than the scene he just witnessed. Your... love had not yet disappeared, at least not in his mind, and how dearly he wished he could've relished in it a little bit more before it truly faded away.
Still, he was somewhat thankful he didn't. If it were granted, he would've craved your love more and left him with more pain in the end.
He still had that stupid sunflower keychain you gave him. It was a small crocheted piece, tattered but still quite vibrant in its colors. He never understood why you gave him that specifically in the first place. He only knew that you wanted it to make him happy.
Well, it still somewhat accomplishes that goal. It's the only physical remembrance of you he still has left, after all.
But like the sunflower that dies without the warmth of sunlight, he promised to let his feelings wither along with the memory of your smile.
Fukuzawa Yukichi
Unspoken words last longer. Deny it as much as he'd like, the truth is Fukuzawa's feelings for you had only grown deeper as the years passed by and only now did he wholeheartedly regret not telling you sooner.
He'd convinced himself that being friends - no, best friends was the best thing that could've happened between the two of you. No matter how much time was spent away from the other, each moment you two had together was only made more precious; it was as if you had never been separated in the first place.
All your dreams, all your hurts, all your pains - everything, he knew. And it was mostly true vice versa, except for that one very fact that stubbornly kept secret all this time.
He wasn't sure if he was truly glad to have been invited to your wedding. Sure, it was an intimate friends-and-family-only occasion that he was honored to be part of, yet the meant having to face the ultimate reality that he had for so long ignored.
He was present at your side of the wedding preparations. While others were scurrying along to bring you things you needed, he stood idly as clueless as ever. Maybe he should've just headed directly to the venue instead...
Suddenly, you requested him to enter your room. Well, if he could finally be useful then what was he to-
Astonished isn't even enough to describe his reaction. His hand froze on the doorknob the moment his eyes landed on you. Were you always this beautiful? Because it felt almost wrong to look at you, especially when his heart was holding things it shouldn't be.
"Hi Yu-kun," you spoke as usual. "I hope I'm not bothering you." Of course you're not a bother. You could never be a bother. "Just wanted a little chat to ease the anxiety, you know? My mind's been all over the place since last night."
You began spilling out of some of your true feelings - or perhaps intrusive thoughts is the better term. Worries about how you looked, how the guests were feeling, but most importantly worries about the future occupied your headspace.
He did his best to comfort you in his own way. Pre-marriage jitters are completely normal, and there was nothing he'd do to ease your nerves, wedding at hand or not.
"Actually... there's something I want to ask you. Before everything, you know, gets set in place..."
From that it was his turn to get nervous. He had an inkling as to what you were going to ask, and he wasn't sure if was ready to handle where this was going. He held his breath as each syllable escaped your lips.
"D-did you really... did you really never-"
"It seems they're looking for you, Y/N."
No, he was not ready. He couldn't be honest to you right now. How could you ask him now of all times? But at least he did not lie with his 'excuse' - you did have to leave soon and head to the wedding.
Without a hitch, everything went as planned. You walked down the aisle with all your loveliness, took the hand of the love of your life, and exchanged vows with him. Everything went so smoothly Fukuzawa nearly forgot about your earlier conversation.
It was during your dance with your now husband that he remembered everything. He silently watched the way your skirt flowed with every gentle step you took. Would he ever have been lucky to have danced with you like this had he been honest earlier?
Perhaps. But at this point, should he even think about that? He wished for nothing more than a peaceful married life for you, and disturbing that with a belated confession would do no good. That's why he dodged your question - not that he was worried your relationship with him would strain somehow.
Well, it's not like you actually asked him the question about that. He just assumed that's where it would go. And he's just assuming that you too had feelings for him that never went anywhere because of his own cowardice.
Agh. Maybe he should have waited for you to finish speaking. That way he'd never be left with unanswered questions and that he could have the closure he needed.
The night ended with neither of you bringing up what happened in the dressing room. You'd never bring it up in the future either, and in a way spared Fukuzawa half the pain. Seeing you happy, albeit with another man, was more than enough to satisfy his aching heart.
Francis Scott Fitzgerald
You two were quite young when he fell madly in love with you. But unlike youth, Francis was convinced his love for you would never go away. You didn't seem to agree, however.
Time can be cruel. He'd been working his ass off just to make a future with you possible - not just so that he could live another day, but also so that he could provide the future you wanted. So why? Why didn't you wait for him to come back?
In a way, he blames you for it. You could've been at least a little more patient. He never lied to you when he said he's been spending most of his waking time at work, or that not for a second did he forget why he was working so hard to begin with: to be with you and only you.
Yet for the most part, he blames himself. Had he been more efficient, he would've earned more and been able to return to your arms. Perhaps he could have gone down a different route that would've made him financially secure faster. Maybe you also felt unloved as he had little time for you - had he addressed your emotional needs better perhaps this story would have a different ending.
No. The story had yet to end. You loved him the way he loved you, right? You didn't lie to him, did you? So he still had a chance before you finally tied the knot - all he had to do was make it in time.
He'd raise an objection at the marriage. You'd suddenly snap your head to the source of the voice and meet his eyes, then you'd run into his arms and envelope him in your loving embrace, asking him why he only came back for you now. "I missed you so much," you'd say as he'd sweetly kiss your forehead like he did so many times in the past.
But he didn't make it in time. As he ran to the entrance the ceremony had already finished, and lavishly dressed guests were leaving to make it to the reception. That's alright, he said to himself, maybe he could still convince you if only he could meet you during the reception somehow.
The opportunity never came, however. He followed the trail of guests to the banquet your now husband without doubt had prepared for you. Francis recognized some of your favorite dishes among those being served, and it slowly broke his heart seeing how this new man of yours took good care of you.
He finally saw you seated beside your husband, dolled up perfectly to the role of a rich businessman's wife. He would've wanted to enter the hall and try to approach you, but the guards wouldn't let him take a single step inside.
There was still the end of the reception, right? Just one moment with you was all he needed. Good Lord, please just grant him this one opportunity to talk to you, even if there was no chance of getting back together with you. Francis just had to know - he just needed to talk to you one last time.
You finally left the venue, but there was no opening for him. You couldn't even spare him a glance. It was already hard for him to take one last proper look at you, so imagine how much harder would it be to talk to you again.
He couldn't sleep properly that night. The tears silently flowed down as he gently clutched a picture of yours, pretending that you were right beside him caressing his hand.
Why did everything go wrong? Why did nothing go his way? Was he truly a nobody, even to you, the love of his life?
From then on he vowed to make himself a man worthy enough to stand on your level. Someday he'd be able to speak to you once more, and the time will come when he'd provide you a better life than what even your filthy rich husband could. Someday, you'd learn to love him again.
A new prank pops up in your head. You secretly with Katai's help modify it a bit, when you say "I hate you", the machine will instead of a beeping sound, it will be silent. (Usually lie detectors will sound with the lies.)
Dazai, Ranpo, Mori, Fyodor: Not reaction at all.
They won't react because they know it's a prank. Instead of a harsh reaction, they just give you a gentle smile and expose you. It's pretty boring, but you just have to accept that nothing will get past them. After the prank is over, you will get a small punishment for your prank.
Fukuzawa, Hirotsu, Mushitarou, Ango: Heart Attack
They appear to be a calm and cold person on the outside, but on the inside, they are very vulnerable. They've been through so much and the only thing they don't want to happen is to be hated by you. After finding out that they were pranked, you feel a little guilty about what happened so you promise not to do it again. (Yeah, Katai will surely get caught by them and the punishment is hanging upside down, poor this guy).
Atsushi, Poe, Sigma: Crying, a lot
Tears begin to fall, they are quite fragile, and they will apologize for making you hate them. They will cry louder when they know you're just playing a prank, they're not crying because they were pranked but they're crying in happiness because it's just a lie. The guilt is overwhelming and you have to coax them all day.
Kunikida, Odasaku: Staring at you
They're just staring at you, their brains running a constant stream of thoughts looking for a reason for this. If they continue to be like this for many days, they will not be able to concentrate at work or even stop eating. After finding out about the prank, they begin to feel lighter in their hearts and beg you not to do it again.
Chuuya, Akutagawa: Immediately destroy it.
They will never believe what they see because they know it is not true. The machine was pitifully destroyed and it looked like a piece of garbage. After destroying it, they are proud to have made the right decision: "never put too much faith in technology"
Fitzgerald: Buy a new one
This man is extremely rich. He will give you another one until he gets the result he wants, even if you say it's a prank.
Hi! I’m wondering about what bsd characters would sacrifice the world for their s/o and who would sacrifice their s/o for the world. What’s your opinions on it?? You can choose the characters!!
I have no idea if you meant it as a question or a request but I'm writing it as one because the concept interests me. Thank you for the question tho :)
They have gone through so much, the only thing they want is to just settle down with their loved one and have nothing bother them. They sacrifice the world to just be able to spend the day with their s/o not having to bother with the world around them.
They love you, yes they love you very much but given the opportunity to potentially have a grasp at the world or at reality, they would do anything even if it means letting you go, it pains them to do so but what are they supposed to do? It is their only chance of gaining what they have so longed after for such a long time.
Dazai, Mori, Kōyō, Akutagawa, Fyodor, Nikolai.
Whether they choose you or the world the outcome will be the same either way. For them you are their world. They have nothing else going for them, they love you and wouldn't trade you for the world, letting you go feels like letting go of a part of themselves.
SUMMARY: They give you a head pat C: + some general softness because I'm realizing some of them don't even headpat you LMAO
CHARACTERS: Osamu Dazai, Doppo Kunikida, John Steinbeck, Francis Fitzgerald, Kajii Motojirou.
WARNINGS: You get shot in Kunikida's part.
COMMENTS: FIRST BSD POST PLEASE BE NICE I WILL CRY. also yes i'm kajii biased WHAT ABOUT IT!!!!!
uhh i kept most of these vague platonic/romantic wise but steinbeck's is kinda implied to be a pining situation? UM i couldnt help myself
Dazai’s hand finds itself brushing against the top of your head as the criminal is carried away. He can tell you’re emotional for having solved such a difficult case, but you did so well. Giving your head a few gentle pats, he watches as your shoulders begin to shake. “You did well.” he murmurs as you turn and bury your face into his chest, searching desperately for comfort that Dazai isn’t quite able to give wholeheartedly.
Kunikida is in your debt. He realizes this when you shoved him aside, quite literally taking a bullet for him. He thanks the stars above that it only grazed your arm as he quickly takes out the enemy, the fear in his veins making him even more efficient than usual. Once the threat has been eliminated, he’s by your side in a second, pulling you into his chest and resting his head on your head. “You’re okay. You’re going to be okay.”
Steinbeck likes watching you tend to your plants. You never turn your head his way while you work, always focused. Leaning against the doorway to your room, he watches. He seems to be doing that a lot lately. There’s a soft feeling that wells up in his chest that he isn’t quite ready to explore yet, but someday. Someday. He promises himself that someday, he’ll brave the unknown for you again.
Fitzgerald, the normally dismissive boss, was obviously at his wit's end. You furrow your brow as you gnaw on your bottom lip, a tray with a single teacup and some snacks resting like a heavy burden in your hands. Steeling yourself, you announce your name and open the door, approaching his desk with your gift in hand. Fitzgerald sighs as the tray clicks against his desk, and he must not be thinking straight because he reaches out and rubs your head affectionately.
Kajii looks rather stumped as he stares at the giant whiteboard in his lab, a multitude of equations and fancy diagrams scribbled across the surface in bright yellow dry-erase marker. You’re seated on one of the lab tables, which is definitely a safety violation but so are his sandals. You squint as you stare at the board, honed in on a specific diagram. It doesn’t look quite right, and with how tired Kajii is (even though he rarely shows it) you figure that small error is what he’s trying to find. Once you point it out to him he jolts like he’s been shocked, and scrambles over to fix it. His voice is boisterous and full of life again, not soft like his mumbles had been. He rushes past you and pats your head absentmindedly, but it makes you feel so proud to be his assistant.
So, a while ago I got my sister into bsd and she promptly fell for both Fitzgerald (with absolutely no swaying or manipulation from me) and Chuuya. And, of course, as the lovely younger sibling I am: I’m writing a crack fic for her to cringe at. “Chuuya x Reader x Fitzgerald 2020 Wattpad style, love triangle, crack taken seriously” was certainly not something I thought I’d ever write. Yet, here we are. So take this (very) small extract from “boats agaisnt the tide” the worst thing I’ve ever committed to writing.
I also want to add that I wanted to mess around with the narration; by mess around I mean the narrator is constantly insulting you. Enjoy!
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Moving to Yokohama was at one point in your life: the best choice you’d ever made. That point had long since passed.
Days blurred into one, weeks into months and so on so forth. It was like the world had been bleached of all colour; just the same dull drivel remained. Though, you weren’t one to complain. Once the hustle and bustle of your move had calmed, you fell into routine as effortlessly as breathing and (for the most part) you were content with this.
Today was Monday, the half torn calendar nailed to your living room wall telling you as much, which meant today was grocery day. Carpet fell to tile as you sauntered to the fridge, its garish light greeting you. With your eyes scanning every shelf a sigh left your lips, probably shouldn’t have skipped over last weeks run. If the plethora of empty shelves and out of date packets starring up at you were anything to go by at least. Now aware of the complete haul your prior ignorance had resulted in you needing, you return to the room. You took good care of your apartment, the small 4 room space was sufficient for your mundane and meaningless life even if your bathroom sink had been blocked for months, or your main source of comfort was a dingy sofa bed you’d bargained for at a car boot sale. It was home and it was as good a home as you were going to get.
Or at least until you’d saved up enough to get out of it. You actually had quite the pretty penny to your name, you just lacked the impulse control to keep it long.
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It’s not much at all but I’m having a blast writing the narrator
@bestrongbebrave49 you have no idea what’s coming for you
