#so they drink over 1L a day

[piratefalls]

“You are", he says, "the absolute worst idea I've ever had.” - me @ ao3 after watching the movie and thinking "there's probably fic for this."

i like lists. i've lost sleep reading fic like it's gonna disappear the second i look away. i'm making my problem yours. i'm sure a lot of these won't be new to people since they pre-date the movie and it's far from comprehensive but. i'm late to this party. i also can't make gifs, so enjoy the basic canva header.

(baby) don't make me spell it out by extasiswings

One night near the end of first semester 1L finals, just a few weeks before the two-year anniversary of their first kiss, Alex finds himself looking up from his desk with its messy piles of color-coded notes and tabbed textbooks to see Henry asleep on the couch, clearly having dozed off waiting for him to come to bed, and unbidden he thinks, God, I’m going to marry this man. It startles him, the spike of adrenaline that floods through him waking him up and bringing the parts of his brain turning over concepts like proximate cause and strict liability to a standstill as he stares at Henry. I want to marry this man.

God Save the Blessed American President Mom by zipadeea

["June stopped by at lunch; she showed me a delightful channel called Hallmark, which repeats the same story every hour after they swap one round of white, straight, small-town conventionally beautiful actors for another. It was entertaining.” “June and I used to play a drinking game with those. Take a shot every time someone goes ice skating, sledding, or leaves the big city for their tiny hometown.” “Good lord, you must’ve been sloshed in the first ten minutes.”] -- On December 4, 2021, an attempt is made on President Ellen Claremont's life. Alex gets shot instead.

Familiar Gravity by cmere

“Yeah,” Alex breathes, and he pulls back to look Henry in the eyes. “I’ve been fantasizing about you fucking me in this chair for, like, weeks. Every time you sit down here with your stupid book.”   Henry likes it when Alex speaks Spanish and Alex has a request.

Am I the Asshole? by everwitch

AITA for spending Valentine’s Day with my roommate instead of my boyfriend? It’s well past midnight on a Saturday and hardly the first time Alex has scrolled aimlessly on his phone instead of trying to sleep, but it’s definitely the first goddamn time Alex has discovered his roommate has made a lengthy post about last night’s curry debacle to r/AmItheAsshole — a post that’s apparently gone fucking viral. -- In which Alex and Henry are college roommates, and a few thousand strangers think they should fuck.

Everybody needs good neighbours by railmedaddy

To nora(9.37pm): So a funny thing happened My hot neighbour brought me the mcflurry i ordered and we fucked From nora (9.38pm): WHAT DETAILS NOW Which neighbour? Wait, you only have one hot neighbour. Alex, did you fuck a guy?!?!?! ALEX Or Alex meets a hot new neighbour. Shenanigans ensue.

A Picture on Your Corkboard by bleedingballroomfloor

It happens on a random morning in May when Alex, age fourteen, pads into the kitchen to greet his mother and steal a waffle from June's plate and sees a man sitting at their breakfast counter, reading a newspaper, a cup of coffee raised to his lips. Like he belongs. Like it's the most natural thing in the world. June doesn't seem to give the man a second thought. She merely flicks Alex on the forehead and takes back the waffle. Ellen isn't worrying, either. In fact, she's talking to him. Asking what his schedule is like. Making plans for dinner. Alex has never seen this man before in his life.

this is the worthwhile fight by dearhappy

It's not that Henry's scared of their future, he's never been more sure of anything in his life. The thing is they're still trying to figure out how that future is going to look. And he worries about how it'll affect Alex's career in politics.

Déjame Ver Cómo Es Que Floreces by 14carrotgold

Oscar gets in close and bluntly asks, “Earlier. In the bathroom. Did you do it?” Alex scoffs, “No. Don't be a perv. Why would you wanna know that anyway?” Oscar rolls his eyes. “Mind out of the gutter, chamaco. Did you propose?” Ah.  - Henry is introduced to the extended Diaz side of the family at their matriarch's birthday. Shenanigans (and romance and feelings) ensue.

Please Don't Let Me Be So Understood by chamel

“I’m glad you both see it that way,” Dr. Chen says. Then she closes her notebook and folds her hands on top of it. “I think I’m starting to get a sense of where the issues lie. The good news is that you’re both here, and you’re both willing to work on this relationship. That’s promising. Not all of the couples I see are even at that point.” “Sorry, what?” Henry says, voicing Alex’s stuttering thoughts as well. (After one too many fights at work, Henry and Alex are assigned mandatory reconciliation therapy by their boss. Except the therapist thinks they're there for couples therapy... and surely, a bet on who will break first makes more sense than actually correcting her, right?)

Such a Burden, This Flame on My Chest by allmylovesatonce

Alex Claremont-Diaz is relocating back to Austin to join his dad's firehouse. His days as a firefighter in Washington D.C. ended badly, but no one knows that, or knows why. And he plans to keep that close to his chest. He has to shove it back down if he wants to seem like a normal person, if he wants to do the job, if he wants to get along with his new crew, and most of all, if he wants to get to know the hot British firefighter on the squad. No one can know what really happened.

thinking (about last night) by rhosyn_du

“I hope you know that I am literally never going to stop reminding you that you said that. I’m going to, like, take out an ad in the student paper. Maybe hire a skywriter or something. I am definitely telling Pez." "I hate you," Henry tells him. "Lies," Alex says, still laughing. "You know you love me." Henry lets out a heavy sigh. "Well," he says softly, "that's rather the problem, isn't it?" “What, you think we’d be better off if we still hated each other?” “I think," Henry says slowly, "I’d be better off if I could figure out how to stop being so stupidly in love with you.” It takes a few seconds for the words to really register, as distracted as Alex is by the heat of Henry’s breath and wondering how much it would cost to actually hire a skywriter. Once they do, it takes a full minute before Alex can move. Can breathe. Can think. Finally, he forces out a whispered, “What?” When that gets no response, he tries again. This time, his voice actually cooperates. “Wait, what?” The only response he gets is a soft snore and Alex realizes that Henry, the utter fucking asshole, has passed out on his shoulder.

you're the reason i let myself fall by perfect-porcelain (tedddylupin)

Alex doesn't quite know what to expect when he walks into a room with a glowing screen separating him from the person in the other pod. The entire experience makes him skeptical. How can you fall in love with someone you've never met? Or: Love is Blind AU

Sharper Head, Wilder Heart by Dawg1515

"This could work out,” Henry offers. “It could,” Alex replies. “That’s good, then. Someone’s going to have to walk me through the brilliance of Empire Strikes Back, after all.” “Sweetheart, if we’re legitimately dating now, I’m forcing you to watch every movie that has Harrison Ford in it.” “Duly noted.” Or: When the Queen decides it’s time for Henry to settle down with a woman, she arranges a courtship between him and Alex Claremont-Diaz, closeted political powerhouse. Alex secretly tells Henry he’s trans, and Henry tells Alex that he’s gay. To say they become an amazing couple would be an understatement—but nothing is ever that easy for a prince and a president’s son.

every version of you (i love) by coffeecatsme

“So,” the voice narrates as the man squishes the dog’s cheeks and laughs at himself. “There’s this guy that lives next to me with the cutest beagle in the world and this little guy climbs to the fence every day to drop his toys off at, like, 5:30 on the dot, I’m not kidding.” The camera shows the man boop the dog’s nose and press a little kiss to his forehead. There’s a ball in his hands that he hands to the dog, but it slips from his mouth all over again, making the man reach down to grab it. He glares at the dog, but even then he’s still smiling. “And this guy always walks by and picks up the stuff and it’s the cutest fucking thing ever you have no idea.” The camera zooms in farther into the man’s smile, genuine and wild, as he pushes his wild curls away from his face. His eyes flicker up when another figure walks into the frame, his blonde hair falling over his forehead in waves. The man’s smile, impossibly, widens. “Oh. I’m also pretty sure he has a crush on my neighbor.” Or, 5 times David greets Alex with something that belongs to Henry, and 1 time he greets Alex with something that belongs to both of them.

The Duke Who Loved Me by annesbonny, Inareskai, schmulte

This Author knows as well as anyone how much you, gentle readers, enjoy a scandal and a love story. And what could bring more delight that two young gentlemen who bring both of those wherever they go? Join the Duke of Mountchristen and the, untitled, Mr Claremont-Diaz as they attempt to find a Love Match amongst the gossip of the ton.

The Edge of Glory by politics_and_prose

Subject: CD-10 To: Alex Claremont-Diaz ([email protected]) From: Natasha Wallace ([email protected]) Alex - You know how you jokingly told me to let you know when Mayfield was vulnerable and/or not seeking re-election? Tash

lying in the low light by smc_27

The thing about having a one night stand with the guy your sister is close friends with and gatekept from you is that it becomes really fucking important that she never knows. Or, Alex and Henry have a one year stand. Or, Alex and Henry are in a relationship, only they’re the only ones who don’t know it.

what we might do (if we stop keeping a secret) by indomitablelove

'This isn't how I wanted to tell people. I thought we'd get the chance to do it right.' - Red, White and Royal Blue, Casey McQuiston, p.327 --- or, in another world, Alex and Henry get to do it right.

Who Could Love You The Same as I by MariaDmitrievnaLikesSundays

Inside was exactly what Alex had found himself dreaming about ever since that night at Kensington. The kind of dreams that he forced himself to forget once he woke up, but dreams all the same. A gold band, simple and smooth, with a single square diamond embedded on top. It was small, modest, exactly to Alex’s taste. ”Holy shit,” he said again. “Holy shit.” That was a ring. That was, unmistakably, an engagement ring. Hidden in his boyfriend’s coat. And he had just found it.

—— Or, Alex finds the engagement ring that Henry had hidden, and does exactly what you’d expect him to.

As the World Falls Down by 3bowtruckles

So while we all knew that the 2020 written in the book would be glorious fiction, we didn’t realize that reality would throw us something to take 2020 even further away from the book’s events. This story is where I attempt to merge our 2020 reality and the fiction of RWRB, using research (a LOT of research) to try to figure out what the trajectory of reality might have been. The story starts picking up the timeline after their late-February trip to Paris. After that, it's strictly AU, but I try to keep a lot of the intents of the events in the book (for instance, Alex's trip to confront Henry in Britain after the lake) while still making them fit the narrative I've created.

We'll Change the World Yet to our Dessire [sic] by cresswells

Alex and Henry are engaged and ready to share their announcement with the world, but after the media circus surrounding their forced outing Queen Mary wants them to do things properly this time. To Alex’s surprise, ‘properly’ apparently means taking a Royal Tour around Europe as an official couple. Ten days, five countries and lots of unnecessary wardrobe changes. What could possibly go wrong?

where clouds look like mountains by weather_stained

Four months after the election, while still learning to navigate the complexities of being in a public relationship, Alex finally has the chance to show Henry around Austin.

We'll Invite Something In by smc_27

Alex is grinning a little too hard.  This is absolutely idiotic and pointless and fun.  The cover of Hello UK with a photo of him pulled out and a photo of His Royal Highness Prince Henry Fox-Mountchristen whatever the hell the rest of his names are (Alex knows; he being a dick) with the admittedly stupid but flattering headline which reads: His Royal Highness: He’s just like us and crushes on Pres ACD.

Henry's Cold, Empty Tower by DracoWillHearAboutThis

“I want you,” Henry said, slowly but clearly, “to leave.” When Alex storms Kensington Palace, Henry sends him away. Then, their relationship gets leaked, and it's Henry's turn to fight for Alex.

behind the diamond-shaped glass by Celaestis

Five times Alex and Henry used tea and biscuits to communicate, and one time they don't need to.

The Byline by rosetintednerdglasses

Press Secretary Alex Claremont-Diaz serves at the pleasure of the President, and he does it excellently until a new White House correspondent darkens his press room: Henry Fox, The Guardian.

we've been here forever (here's the frozen proof) by r_holland

Objectively, I am aware that you – a stranger – cannot tell me my own sexuality any better than I can, however... Can you, please? Tell me? It’s 4am and I have been thinking about this for hours, and I can’t sleep. Warmest regards, ACD *** It’s four in the morning, and Alex Claremont-Diaz has managed to follow a research spiral straight down into a personal crisis. It isn’t the first time.

words on the tip of your tongue (but please don't say them) by viciouslyqueer

So close. He was so close to saying those words that have lived inside him for so long, and now it's gone, a moment that slipped right between his fingertips before he could grasp it. Now he’s floating in the middle of the lake alone, the ghost of Henry’s touch still lingering on his skin and an unknown, heartbreaking feeling in his chest. — Or: canon-divergence where Henry doesn't leave the lake house.

The Grand Tour by lucky (revolutionbarbie)

When Henry returned from an audience with Queen Mary looking stony faced and grim, Alex had immediately feared the worst. She had requested to see Henry – and Henry alone – the moment their plane had landed at Heathrow on a visit to Pez’s new shelter in London.  Alex had suggested that they go to see her together just to spite the old hag, but Henry wanted to keep the peace. Since moving to Brooklyn, they had entered into an uncomfortable détente with Queen Mary and Henry was loathe to be the one to break it.  “She wants us to go to Australia. It would be an unofficial Royal Tour, of sorts, with stops in several cities and a short visit to New Zealand. Three and a half weeks in total.”  “She wants to send us on an all-expenses paid Australian getaway? Count me in.”

come and get me by rizcriz

The email arrives 8 days after Henry left the lake house. He contemplates deleting it without reading, but it sits in his Alex inbox, where there are over seventy emails favourited, and somehow it feels wrong and weirdly impersonal. As if leaving without a note were any different. He stares at the from line with an aching longing that seeps into his veins. It settles on his heart like a tangible thing; something warranted and cruel that casts shackles around the aorta and locks them tight so that he might never love again. -- or, alex sends an email instead of flying to KP.

Never Did Run Smooth by clottedcreamfudge

"You and me? Best friends. Stellar. Love that for us. But we could absolutely fake being in love. Dating. Whatever. I know literally everything about you—" (No you don't, Henry thinks firmly) "—and you know everything about me. We would absolutely fucking annihilate the other contestants.” "You're too drunk to apply," Henry points out, like he himself isn't about as wasted as it's possible for him to be without curling up and going immediately to sleep. "I doubt you could spell your own name right on the application. Or mine." Alex grins and pulls something up on his phone; it looks like it takes him a few tries. "Wanna fucking bet?" *** Or: Henry's life is a comedy of errors; a patchwork of oopsie-daisies; a quilt stitched together with hauntingly terrible mistakes. And at the centre of it all is his best friend, Alex Claremont-Diaz; director of said comedy, threading together his oopsie-daisies into a flower crown, rolling around in the quilt of his own making, and this analogy is going to shit because Henry's so in love with him he wants to die.

idk I'll do a part two if anyone wants.

#rwrb #firstprince #red white and royal blue #fic rec #fic rec list #i try not to do multiple authors on the same list so #just assume if they're here i read all their stuff plus their bookmarks lmao #for the record I have 100% read the book I just didn't think there'd be fic for it lmao #rwrb rec list

[rasparagus]

evil (not really)

pairing: joshua x gn!reader

summary: joshua bruised your ego bad in high school, and if there’s one thing you can do, it’s hold a grudge. 

content: fluff. enemies to lovers. law school! au. featuring some random dude i decided to name sam? mention of drinking (no one actual drinks), this is a um united states law school au because those are the only laws i actually know lmao  

masterlist

a love letter for heather @seungkwan-s: i’m your secret santa!! i really hope you like this! i enjoyed all the convos we had on anon and I’m hoping that this is a little something you can enjoy xxx

also tagging @cheolsblackgf / @cbgisland bc i guess ur the first person in my permanent taglist now!

joshua was what you liked to call a devastating crush. you know, the type of crush that did something weird and completely ruined your perception of them. 

it was freshman geometry and you were, well, an overachiever. you had friends and an active social life, but no one could deny that you were a top tier nerd. every time a question was asked, you were the first to answer, eager to put your mind to use. that is, until you hear joshua mutter “wow so cool” in the most sarcastic tone you’ve ever heard. you whip your head around to see him and his friend jihoon snicker at your expense, either unaware or unbothered that you’d heard them.

all of a sudden joshua was no longer the dreamy, cute, boy of your dreams. he was just a normal, snarky, teenage guy—nothing new. you’re hell bent on holding a grudge, certain that it will bring some cosmic balance to all the time you spent crushing and fawning over him. that bitter taste is left in your mouth all throughout high school, college (surprise, surprise, you both end up going to your area’s top school), and somehow bleeds all the way into the law school. you still distinctly remember sitting in your first property class, pens and highlighters lined up perfectly for organized notes, only to see joshua take sit down a mere two seats away from you.

damn him for looking so good. shouldn’t he be somewhere breaking hearts or stealing candy from babies or something else…devilish?, you think to yourself before swiftly averting your eyes. the image of him in his leather jacket with his hair slicked back perfectly to reveal his now-matured facial structure is seared into your brain.

and he has the nerve, the gall, to ask for a pencil. pfft. you scoff at his unpreparedness, silently wondering how the boy who mocked you for your smarts was somehow sitting in the same graduate program as you. but because you’re feeling saintly, you lend him the pencil anyways. here’s to another fiery three years.

back during your 1L days, you joined a relatively small study group with the hopes that you could stay on top of your studies and maybe gain a few drinking buddies along the way. little did you know, joshua had the exact same plans—with the same people. 

if there’s one thing that joshua’s presence is good for, it’s motivation. you both are 2Ls now and you’ve managed to maintain being in the top 20 students in your class—half out of internal dedication and half out of pure, unfiltered spite. every wednesday you sit in a study room with five of your peers, clamoring to be the most helpful, most prepared, most adored. and for the most part it works. but you can still feel the burning tension between you and joshua every time you explain an answer well and everyone praises you but him. or every time jeonghan cracks a clever joke and joshua’s smile falls as soon as you both lock eyes. 

sure, it stings a little, but you’re convinced the sweet taste of an A in your research class is good enough to soothe the burn. who needs the attention of one man when you’ve got the respect of the whole department? as far as you’re concerned, those feelings aren’t worth dwelling on.

at least not until finals season comes around. it’s a wednesday evening that looks like every other wednesday night before finals. the study group has met in the library, and everyone’s books, laptops, and coffee cups are strewn about messily across the long table. 

the only thing that’s different about this time is there’s a new face: sam. and long story short—you don’t like him. he’s entitled, annoying, and completely arrogant. if being in a study group with joshua for a year was tough, being in a study group with sam for a day was dante’s 9th circle of hell. he’s talking over everyone, disrupting the group synergy, and refusing to take criticism on his definitely wrong answers.

the final straw comes when you’re at your wits end with sam. the six of you are studying perhaps the most important case of the semester, and somehow sam is managing to make it the most difficult task possible. he’s dominating the conversation, and you can tell by the confused look of seungcheol’s and nayeon’s faces that he’s completely confusing everyone. you try to stop this train wreck before it completely ruins everyone’s study progress.

“um, so this case is really about agency deference so we really don’t need to get into court scrutiny right now,” you chime in, desperate to direct the conversation somewhere productive. of course sam would never let that happen so easily.

“well, court scrutiny is really important so we definitely need to touch on that,” sam replies. you take a breath and keep your cool.

“yes, but not for this case.”

“all i’m saying is you seemed pretty lost about scrutiny during your cold call. so…”

you raise your eyebrows at him. surely, he wasn’t speaking to you. surely there had to be someone else in the room that he thought would take his passive aggressiveness. just as you part your lips to give a scathing reply, you hear someone else beat you to it.

“you’re the last person who should be talking about cold calls,” joshua spits back. “we were all there for the ‘i don’t quite know what the basic causes of negligence are’ disaster. i wouldn’t look to you for advice even if i was failing.” 

yikes. you do remember sam’s little (very big and embarrassing) cold call hiccup. he definitely made everyone else look really good that day. 

sam’s lips tighten into a thin line and his eyes narrow at joshua. “i didn’t know this was a shaming session,” sam says as he begins to pack his belongings is haste. he nearly knocks over your coffee cup while he mumbles to himself about how he’s ‘too good for this study group anyway.’ everyone else smiles in amusement as he walks out of the study room while you’re left bewildered, mouth slightly agape and eyes darting back and forth as if searching for anyone whose just as confused.

the rest of the study session goes on much more smoothly, even as you all have to undo whatever mental and academic damage sam made before he left. you all decide to call it night just shy of midnight, but you still think there’s unfinished business.

“you ready to walk to the parking deck?” nayeon asks you, standing near the study room door.

“go ahead without me. since i was running late, i had to park on the other side of the building.” nayoen’s face shows a bit of concern for you walking alone in the dark.

“don’t worry. i’m parked in the same place. we can walk together,” joshua says, gesturing between you and himself. hmm. you furrow your eyebrows in suspicion. 

slowly everyone trickles out after saying their goodbyes until only you and joshua are left in the room. although you wanted to confront him, now that you have the chance your mouth goes dry and you struggle to look him in the eyes. he looks at you with expectation as your voice struggles to produce more than a dull “uhhhh.”

you muster enough brain power to mutter a “thanks?”

“is it a question?” joshua laughs.

“well, can you blame me for being surprised?” you giggle a little with him, the air around you feeling a little less suffocating. “i could’ve handled it myself, you know. but i appreciate you sticking up for me anyways. it’s nice to know i wasn’t the only one annoyed by his antics.” joshua opens the door for you on the way out. that’s new, you think to yourself. you don’t hate it.

“well, i figured i’d chime in for support. plus, who knows how horrified he would’ve been if you’d gotten to snap back at him. you might’ve given the poor guy a heart attack.”

“if i could only be so lucky,” you mumble. he laughs again. you like his laugh. it’s delicate and soft, but full enough to show it’s genuine. “you know, i really thought you hated me. maybe it was all in my head but i feel like you’re always ignoring me or if you are paying attention to me it like…real evil energy.”

“i only acted like that because you hated me. you know sighing whenever we have to work together like it’s the worst thing you could possibly have to do.”

“well don’t we look silly now?” you remark. the two of you have made it outside by now. the air is freezing, and you have to squint your eyes a bit to prevent them from tearing up. 

you realize you’ve been competing against, well, no one. except yourself, maybe. competing against whatever feelings you’d been harboring since high school. guess there’s no time better than the present to be honest.

“i’ve just been being petty this whole time. you made a stupid joke back in high school and it hurt my feelings and i just told myself i would hate you forever. but then i think i kinda forgot why i hated you in the first place.”

“well, i will admit. hating you has been quite exhausting. especially since you’re not very hate-able to me.” he punctuates his sentence by pulling your coat hood snug against your head.

“i wholeheartedly agree.” you recognize your heart is beating faster and you’re smiling a little bit too big, but you figure it’s a nice change after all these years. 

“after exams are done, do you maybe wanna…hang out a bit and um, resolve some of this ‘evil energy.’ maybe i can cure this tension with some boba.”

“i’d like that very much. and we should probably work on your organization habits while we’re at it. if i see that mess of a notebook on one more wednesday it might be the final straw,” you tease. you opens his mouth to bicker, but you reckon you can get used to it in this context. 

feel free to reblog and send in asks.

a/n: kinda proud of this. just a little! reblog…or else…anyways. it’s been a minute since i had the time and motivation to make something so i’m happy about this. and i’m excited for the feedback/response to this.

#2022svtgiftexchange #joshua hong fluff #joshua hong x reader #seventeen fluff #joshua hong imagines #joshua hong scenarios #ro's.fics #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #svt fluff

[kinetic-elaboration]

August 14: Orientation

I am awfully wired right now for someone who didn't drink the nitro cold brew in the lobby today.

(It's not related to caffeine. I have a very high caffeine tolerance and also natural night owl tendencies so if I start thinking about something, really anything, in the evening or at night I wake myself up and that's what I've done.)

Today was the first day of 1L orientation. It was so loud. It was hard to tell if it was louder than usual or if I just have a lower tolerance for crowds now because of COVID. There were certainly a large number of balloons. Back in TS, none of this was noticeable but as soon as I stepped out with the idea of like shelving a book or going up to the mailroom I was just assaulted by a wall of sound and bodies. So the day was a weird mix of hanging out at my desk and just like I guess doing work? I can't really remember, and then being out front getting into conversations and distractions.

There was lunch, and I did grab some, and it was all right. Can't complain about free food. There was also some really good strawberry lemonade and the cold brew that I didn't try. Though I like that the coffee shop I like but that isn't in a useful location for me has taken over the contract with the law school cafe, which is an extremely useful location for me, in the future.

At the end of the day, K and I interviewed a student for the oral histories project, which went pretty well I think. Interviewing students is so awkward because it's like.. not a real job interview process but it has to go through all the motions of one. This one is a little more real than the book processing job I also co-did the interviews for but still, we mostly talked and she asked a few questions and answered a few questions. She'll be fine. I was fine. I think.

Tomorrow is more orientation but I'm not sure if it will be as busy. And B and I are supposed to hang out--presumably after work but with him, time is an illusion.

I wanted to write after work today but it's damn humid out. I got home and felt like I'd just taken a bath in my own seat. Even after I cooled down I just... honestly didn't feel like it. I could just tell it wasn't going to go anywhere. Maybe I should have pushed myself harder but, you know, whatever. Maybe the break will actually do me good and I can come back to it later in the week refreshed.

#the year 2023 #2023: rl

[elegantnerdcupcake]

Okay TW: ED( BITCH SO DONT READ IF YOU DONT WANT TO)

Now we have to start trying really hard to get this disgusting fat away so....

GET MYSELF TOGETHER DIET✨

Rules:

★Have to stay under 500 cals

★Anything over must work off twice that amount.

★Fruits and vegetables do count

★If you don't go over your goal you don't have to work it off

★Just try to walk every where and stay active

★Drink at least 1L water

★If you are hungry just drink tea/coco/coffee/water/zero drinks

And thats all for now...

This is just for me if you want to do this with me feel free to talk to me.

Im doing this bc i binged for 3 days straight.

Am starting at (again) 75 kg(i know i know im disgusting)

Ultimate Goal is 48kg but first goal is 50kg

But if you dont thats allrigth.

And as always stay safe and remember to keep yourself happy.

#i want to diiieeee #model thin #tw #ed humor #tw depressing stuff #ed coping #tw eating things #ed bllog #tw ana mention #ama diet #e4ting dis0rder

[starvedftm]

Hey there! I’m Luca and welcome to my page! I’m not pro ana. I’ll be using this acc to keep track of my progress and also to meet people who are also struggling <3

If you’re in recovery or are sensitive to €D related things then this page is not for you. Block, don’t report thanks!

Some info about me 🙃

Height: 5 ft 5 inch

SW: 159.6 lbs

CW: 121.8 lbs

GW: 115lbs

UGW: 85lbs

BMI: 35

I have been clinically diagnosed with anorexia since September 2022 and ARFID (avoidant restrictive food intake disorder) since May 2022. ARFID basically means I’m an extremely picky eater, which makes successful relapse so much harder. I have been admitted to hospital 4 times this year and I’m forced to gain weight there which is really hard. At the moment I’m trying my best to lose weight subtly to stay out of hospital. I have doctors appointments 1-2 times a week where I get weighed and have my vitals checked, if any of it is concerning to the doctor then she will most likely admit me. It’s so annoying.

⭐️ Motivation ⭐️

I have a jar and for every meal I miss I add £1 into it so, if I do a full day fast I get £5, if I go over my calorie limit I take away £5 and if I binge then I discard everything that was in the jar and have to start over again. Once I reach one of my goal weights I get to use whatever money is in the pot on a non food related reward! 😊

⭐️ Goals + Rewards ⭐️

GW1: 115lbs - Amazon Spree (£25)

GW2: 110 lbs - Shein Spree (£15)

GW3: 105 lbs - New Hoodie (£14)

GW4: 100 lbs - Build A Bear Frog (£20)

GW5: 95 lbs - New Tracksuit (£27)

UGW: 90 lbs - Shopping Spree (£50)

I’ll be having around 500 calories a day, most of it will be protein and carbs. I won’t allow myself to eat anything that has more than 3g of fat in it. I’ll let myself disregard that rule once a week and let myself have a ‘treat’ food to avoid binging.

My meal times are :

Breakfast:

8.30 AM - 8.40 AM

Morning snack:

11 AM - 11.10 AM

Lunch:

1 PM - 1.10 PM

Afternoon Snack:

3 PM - 3.10 PM

Dinner:

5 PM - 5.10 PM

Evening Snack:

8 PM - 8.10 PM

I don’t let myself eat outside of these time frames, it prevents eating out of boredom ☺️

I don’t eat at every time window, I just have the options there so if I’m hungry at 4pm I have to distract myself till 5 and usually the hunger goes away by then c:

For my current plan I can eat 1 of my ‘treat foods’ a week

Allowing myself 1 of them a week cures cravings and prevents me from binging on all of this stuff at once 😊

I aim to do 3 hours of exercise a week and I try to drink at least 1L a day c:

#thinner is better #thin$p0 #tw ana shit #i need to be thin #thin is beautiful #ed but not sheeran #i wanna be small #ana trigger #tw ana diary #ana goals #introductory post #pinned intro #rexi euphoria #anna miaa

[0ruka]

A post made me remember my first exp getting wasted fiddkd

I agree, you completely forget how to function after getting drunk. I remember one of my aunts invited me to her birthday bc I'm very easy going and don't mind chatting.

I arrived around 5pm. They had an special drink (sweet af and with lots of alcohol) that is available ONLY during that celebration month (so people try to enjoy it to the max). And i drank like 4 cups ate a snack and with a slurry voice i said that i could fake being sober, so i tried to walk on a straight line (and failed but laughed it off). I remember thinking "Naah I'm still good i can keep going 😎

Next thing i knew i blacked out I'm on the floor and i feel the cold surface under me and my cousin was trying to get me to the toilet seat to puke, i didn't want to put my hands around it (bc it's dirty ugh) but she forced me and i puked.

I blacked out again and woke up laying in a couch with a hoodie that wasn't mine and covered with fuzzy blankets. I was sleepy so i rolled over and shielded myself from the light of the lamp. Then i woke up bc i was hungry and got out of the couch, went outside to greet and apologize to my aunt and cousin they laughed and shrugged it and told me not to worry about it. I put some water (10pm) and made us tea, ad a sat there with them chatting until it 2am.

On my way back home i went to the store and buyed a 1L Gatorade and drank it during the bus ride. When i got to my house they also had that drink but i couldn't bring myself to make me a cup so i drank soda or juice. That day i learned the hard way why people avoided the drinks they had the night before and why always made those promises of not doing it again (beer or the terremoto).

[annamia-herewegoagain]

Ok so the past 3 days have been absolute write offs

#friday was A Capital D Day so i can accept that #thursday* sorry not friday lmao #yesterday however was completely my fault lmao #wikihow to not eat when youre bored #i didnt count but im p sure i went over maintenance #today i ended up at a friends house tho so i had to eat there #and then proceeded to drink an entire 1L mogu mogu over the course of the day which is abt 500kcals iirc #I probably wouldve been just below maintenance if i didnt drink that #fuck #tmr im going to actually put some effort in though & make sure im below maintenance #going to have to high restrict for the next few days though #moving campuses & its a much longer walk so ill need the fuel until i start getting used to it otherwise i am going to Perish #i didnt know until a few days ago #& by the time i thought of working out to help my body adjust to the sudden activity increase it was too late #for it to do anything but wear me out beforehand which would be bad #so yeah this is uhhh quite the situation

[thiomarinol]

aug. 13, 2020 // 10.26am new year, new notebook! my current notebook has lasted my first and second years of grad school. figured i’d start my first full year as a PhD candidate (!!) with a brand new notebook :) also this current one is pretty much full! i’ve reached the perforated sheets at the end :o

#so usually for unc chem we have a social to officially roll over #and u have to drink the number of blue cups of your new year #so as a rising third year i'd need to drink three blue cups #mind u #each blue cup is 1L of beer or cider #seeing as there is a global pandemic and no social #i have decided that aug 15 will be when the year 'rolls over' #even tho the undergrads returned to classes on monday #ssshhHHHH dont tell my notebooks #studyspo #studyblr #leuchtturm1917 #notebook #mine #one day i will have a consistent aesthetic #today is not that day #studypetals

[life-and-law-studies]

My approach to law school // January 3, 2021
This is an overview of my approach to law school and general advice. **There isn’t one way to be a successful law student**


1. MENTAL / PHYSICAL HEALTH - your health is THE most important factor in your law school success. Unfortunately, law school tends to normalize constant stress and exhaustion. Prioritize your health over your studies and you will be a much more functional student. 


Do things that make you happy: read a book for fun or go on a long run/walk/bike ride with a friend. Do things that have nothing to do with law school!


Therapy: it isn’t accessible for everyone, but if you can, do it. 
Take sick days: rest and nourish your body when you are sick. You will recover faster and be a better student because of it. The same goes for mental health days.


Practice community-care: check-in with your friends and support your classmates. Ask your friends and family about their lives and don’t dominate conversation with law school stories. 


Drink plenty of water and eat well. 


2. ORGANIZE


Plan ahead: every Sunday I look over my schedule for the upcoming week and write my to-do lists for homework, law review, and my internship. 


Tab, label, and index: I tab my Bluebook, casebooks, and notebook to find sections more easily. In my notes I include an outline/index of key concepts and cases with page numbers. (I will share a photo of an index in the future)


Keep your workspace organized: I clear my desk of all notebooks and casebooks except for the ones that I need for an assignment. This keeps me focused on one task at a time. At the end of each day I clean my desk so that it’s nice and neat for the next day. 


3. SCHEDULE


Treat law school like a full-time job: I have free time on the weekends and sometimes during the week because I stick to my work schedule. On weekdays I get up at 6:45 am and workout until 7:45 am. Then I eat breakfast. I begin studying/homework/class at about 8:30 am every day and work until about 6 pm. I give myself 45 minutes for lunch sometime between noon and 1:30 pm, but then I get straight to work again. Most days, I spend another 1-3 hours in the evening doing homework, but I always take time to eat dinner and hang out with my roommate for a couple hours first. 


Find a calendar/planner system that works for you: I use my planner for assignments and use my Outlook calendar to keep track of class time, homework time, and internship time. 


Schedule “fun” time to do things other than law school and put it in your calendar. 


4. STUDYING / HOMEWORK 


Pomodoro method: timing study session in segments of 30-45 minutes is extremely helpful because it keeps me on track with my schedule and forces me to take breaks to stretch, drink water, and use the bathroom. 


Note-taking: depending on the class, I handwrite 50-100% of my notes and type the rest in OneNote. I find that handwriting helps me absorb information better than typing, although typing does have its advantages (it’s so much faster). I read through an assignment/case and highlight it, then I go back through and take notes. (I will post a photo of my notes in the near future)


Highlighting: it’s no secret that law students dominate the highlighter market, and for good reason. I highlight reading assignments and my notes. I also use different colors to signal different things, such as statute law versus case law. 


Case briefs: some cases are so confusing that the holding is nowhere to be found and the entire thing seems to be in a different language. Do the best you can to write your own case brief before looking online for one. There’s no shame in using Quimbee every once in a while - in fact, it is a great source for reviewing - but you still need to do the work. 


Find a conducive study space: I spent a lot of time in the law library studying with friends because it is quiet and full of good study energy. Now that I’m working from home, I try to recreate that atmosphere. I even play “library ambiance” sounds on Youtube while I do homework. Make sure you are comfortable and that your space isn’t full of distractions. 


5. NETWORK


Make friends: as an introvert, I loathe socializing in large crowds for long periods of time and find networking difficult. However, I forced myself to network and socialize a lot during law school orientation and made so many incredible friends! I appreciate them all and I don’t know how I would survive law school without them. 


Internships: I recommend talking to 2Ls and 3Ls about their internship experiences. It’s great to talk to career advisors too, but you are more likely to get the most candid details and advice from fellow students. When I was a 1L I befriended a 2L who was interning at a restorative justice legal clinic. She gave me great advice and a great recommendation to her boss. Long story short, I now intern at the same restorative justice clinic and love it. 


Office hours: talking to professors one-on-one is terrifying at first, but in my experience, professors LOVE when students come to office hours. Talking to professors in office hours can make it less intimidating to raise your hand in their classes or when you are cold-called (the horror!). 


6. EXAMS


Outlining: write your own outline. Using another person’s outline as a reference is fine, but write your own! All of my best grades were in classes where I created at least 80% of my outline on my own. 


Go over your outline several times and cut out things you don’t need or won’t be tested on. A long outline isn’t necessarily the best outline. 


Practice exams: do at LEAST two practice exams for each class using your outline so you get used to using it as a reference. Time at least one of these practice exams so you get used to the pace. 


7. REMEMBER WHY YOU ARE HERE


On the first day of my internship, my boss said, “the first thing you lose in law school is the reason why you are there.” Law school is overwhelming, stressful, and at times, soul-crushing. It is easy to forget why you decided to go to law school and you are likely to second-guess every life choice you have ever made at some point or another (I do ALL the time). Therefore, it’s important to remember why you are here. If you want to go into social justice, look into social justice law courses you can take. If you want to represent athletes, look at sports law and contract law classes. Bottom line: step back and recenter yourself to remember why law school is worth the hard work.

#lawstudent #lawschool #lawblr #studying #studyblr #my desk #desk view #desktop #moleskine #study motivation #studyinspo #studyspo #advice

[saturnsummer]

the fairytale she never had (will you believe again?)

when sol is invited to a wedding, sol doesn’t think her best friend would follow her. 

aka: solhwi attending a wedding

notes: it just struck me one day, and i really wanted them to see each other outside of the law school moments! while law school defines them, they are certainly people with social activities.

 i adapted this from a similar prompt i saw from a fic many years ago for a separate fandom, and i always wanted to write something similar. this was honestly not met to be multi-part, but i write too much anyways. so multi-part it will be.

 also, it might sound depressing in the initial part where sol is talking about the wedding invitation, but it gets explained later on. 

as always, enjoy! any grammar mistakes and all will be taken fully responsible by me!

ao3 link

words: 4135 words

I: 我愿变成童话里, 你爱的那个天使 (i am willing to be the angel of that fairytale you love)

--title inspired by fairytale (童话) by Michael Wong!--

Sol absolutely hates weddings. 

She hated the big social crowds, the way drunk men in tuxedos staggered around with women in one arm and a drink in another. She found no purpose in dressing in lavish gowns, then eating dinner for the next two hours without even feeling full. 

Sol couldn’t blame anyone but herself for this. She can’t help but remember her mother’s failed marriages. The way her biological father left them in the middle of the night, with all their hard earned savings. The way her stepfather, Byeol’s father, would come home drunk and violent towards her mother. It was a memory she couldn’t erase. More than a decade later, she still wakes up in a cold sweat, worrying for her mother and small Byeol’s life. 

She long ago gave up on the concept of love back then. She wasn’t opposed to anyone dating or talking about it, and she certainly didn’t mind short flings. But marriage? Eternal love? The fairytale that everyone hopes to achieve? Sol threw those ideas out of the window. 

So when Sol received a thick, cream-coloured card and envelope, embossed with rose gold foil and flowers, a pretty silver wax seal and her name written in careful strokes of a calligraphy brush, she was stumped. 

Her friend, Im Jiyoon, was getting married. Jiyoon was a good friend of Sol’s, and they occasionally met up for quick meals. Jiyoon was an accountant and climbing the ranks in her company. They lost contact for a period when Sol was in juvie, but they reconnected when Sol was just starting law school. It was only polite that Jiyoon extended invitations to her high school classmate. 

Sol had mixed feelings. The wedding was on a Friday night, which made things good since she didn’t have to wake up early, fitting her schedule properly. But she had nothing to wear. She could borrow a dress and shoes from Yeseul, but the last time she borrowed a shoe from Yeseul, she almost broke her ankle. And she had so much work to catch up on. Yet, not showing up felt rude of her. 

Jiyoon was nice, don’t get her wrong. She was smart, resourceful and lovely to be with in high school. Sol wanted nothing more than for her high school friend to marry the love of her life. But she hasn't been to such social events in years, and being so focussed on school, the legal clinic and contributing to her family, she found it difficult to understand why she needed to go, besides doing it out of courtesy. 

“What’s that?” A familiar voice pipes from behind, drawing her out of her thoughts. There’s the familiar shuffling of several pairs of feet as Sol turns her attention to the one who spoke. Behind her, was Han Joon Hwi with his bag just being set on the table. The rest of the group was just settling in for another study session.

“Ah, nothing important.” She monotonously says before sliding the card in her files. Joon Hwi’s hands catch the card before she can slide it fully and stop her from hiding it from him, or the rest of the group. The rest draw their attention to the expensive card and Sol only stays silent. 

“A wedding? Your friend’s?” Yeseul asks as she picks the card up with perfectly manicured fingers. Turning and feeling the thick paper between her fingers, Yeseul knew it was no cheap manufactured paper. This was expensive, premium, and each card looked handmade from the brush calligraphy. 

“Yeah. But I don’t think I’m going.” Sol says as Yeseul returns her the card and successfully stores it away in her bag. 

“Why not? Don’t you want to be there?” Joon Hwi asks, cocking his head to the side in utter confusion.

“There isn’t much point, is there? I have school and the legal clinic and things to revise for. And besides, I don't have anything to attend in. I just rather send her a gift and treat her a meal.” Sol simply explains. Everyone bombards her with more questions, but she diverts their attention to her paper and the cases they are reviewing today.

Joon Hwi, however, couldn’t get Sol’s reasoning out of his head. He knew Sol well enough to know how much she values her friends, and that she would be willing to drop everything for a friend. Her loyalty was unmatched. It didn’t make sense that she would be held back by her vanity or school work that caused her to not attend such a joyous occasion. 

When everyone is done reviewing the cases and the session ends, Sol is the only one who has her books and papers still scattered all over the table. She still has to review her notes and catch up on a few lectures before she can officially end her day. Joon Hwi was long done, but he stayed put, bringing out a past report he’s done and glancing through it, hopeful to catch any mistakes. The others have headed back or gone to the cafeteria for a meal. 

“Han Joon Hwi, you don’t have to stay for me, you know?” Sol says, her eyes not once looking up as she stays concentrated highlighting her book with a fluorescent orange highlight. She sticks it in her hair when she’s done, raising her head to meet Joon Hwi’s eyes. Joon Hwi only smiles, letting his eyes crinkle. 

“Why don’t you want to attend the wedding?” Joon Hwi asks, still smiling. Sol scoffs. 

“I already said. I’m too busy-” Sol is cut off by Joon Hwi with his teasing. 

“You sure? I think it’s about the groom, though.” Joon Hwi smiles brightly, earning an irritated series of clicks of her tongue from Sol, clearly successful in being teased.

“None of that sort! Who do you think I am, Han Joon Hwi?” Sol rebuts back, throwing her eraser across to him in annoyance.

 Joon Hwi catches it with a laugh, but doesn’t lose eye contact with Sol. A few moments of silence follow, as she looks at the file with the card. Slowly, she draws the card from her file, holding it carefully between her fingers. 

“It’s not that I don’t want to be there. I… it’s my first time going to such a social event in such a long time. And the last time I met Jiyoon was a year ago, back in our 1L.” She says softly, letting her fingers brush her calligraphed name.

“I just… rather not go, you know? Treat her to a nice meal somewhere, maybe a couple drinks. Besides, I’m sure she’s just doing it out of courtesy.” She lets out a light laugh. 

Joon Hwi’s heart softens. He’s witnessed Sol in her different elements. The courtroom, where she’s a powerful woman in command, dressed professionally in a suit and hair in a perfect ponytail. The day-to-day her, where she’s comfortably dressed in jeans and her tanned coat, hair in a bun and post it notes on her jacket. She was always so bold, so confident and so full of fire. It never occurred to him that she would be uncomfortable in social events. She was always the life during dinners, with Bokgi. She laughed loudly, engaged in conversations and seemed so comfortable. He remembers how she would help out the old halmeonis with her neighbourhood on some days when he sent her home, or the times she bought ice creams for Byeol’s classmates. She seemed so extroverted, yet so closed off. Eying her, Joon Hwi reaches out and clasps his hand over hers in an attempt to comfort. 

“I never went to school events, you know? Especially since juvie made me miss it. When I redid my high school year, I didn’t go too. There wasn’t much of a point, since I didn’t have a date or many friends to begin with. If it was Dan, she would have gone, being the popular girl she was back then.” Sol softly says, a small smile ghosting her face.

She remembers the day prom arrived for her school. She was expectant, hoping that the boy she liked would invite her. Or maybe the girls that she occasionally had lunch with will invite her to hang out. But all she got was a stone cold silence the weeks leading up to prom. When everyone buzzed on what they were wearing to prom night, she silently put on her headphones, drilling herself into her science assignments. Of course, she wouldn’t be invited.

She knew the rumours floating in school. How Dan was the perfect one, how she was the failed one. She knew everyone knew she went to juvie. She knows how the boys snicker at her when she walks past them, or how the girls gossip and whisper when she’s eating her lunch. Besides, it didn't help that she was poor. She can’t even afford a dress of her own, let alone go to the event.

Realising what she’s said, Sol quickly draws her hand away along with the card and slots it away in her file. 

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to blabber on. You must think it’s stupid, I think so too. Anyways, do you have the notes Professor Kim...” Sol quickly apologises and diverts her attention to her notes. But Joon Hwi was no longer listening. He was shattered by how the woman sitting in front of him has never been treated like how she should be treated. It was no secret to Joon Hwi that he cared for his friends, but cared a little more for Sol. He was the one that left post-it notes on her table and pretended he didn't. She was the only one that he would let steal a mouth or two from his ramyeon. He could read her moods just from her eyes. He wonders sometimes, if he sees her more than a friend. 

He won’t hide that she’s beautiful. The way her eyes slant in an elegant fashion, her smooth, slightly tanned skin, and her winning smile that he always found his heart beating faster for. He loves the way she smiles at her extra pickles, the way her eyes light up when she sees Byeol, or the way she argues and practices. The tenacity and desire she has to improve inspires him to work as hard as her. 

This is why when Sol spilled the beans, he couldn't help but feel all sorts of emotions. Anger, towards the people in her school, for not realising such a wonderful student. Anger towards her for degrading herself. Sadness, for her not being able to experience such events. 

As Joon Hwi ended the session with her and returned to his room, he made a promise to Sol. He’s convinced it will work, and he begins planning in his head. 

He will show her the fairytale. 

-----

A week passed. 

Sol had to give a reply in a few days and she has not figured out what to say. The wedding was in a month. She knew Jiyoon would be busy... Sol figures that she should just treat Jiyoon after her honeymoon, knowing how she would be away with her husband as newlyweds later on. 

“Still thinking about the wedding?” Joon Hwi nods at her, her head in her hands. Sol, looking defeated, nods. So much for trying to hide. They were at their pantry area of their dorms, Sol stirring her ramyeon, as Joon Hwi slurps his. It was 3am, and they just finished studying. The next day was a weekend, so it didn’t really matter if they slept late, since they got the privilege of sleeping in.

“What do I tell Jiyoon? I don’t want to sound rude.” Sol mumbles, lazily stirring her soggy noodles.

“Go to the wedding.” Joon Hwi says suddenly, continuously slurping. 

“What?!”

“Sol, how many weddings can you even go to in your life? Are you sure you want to miss this one? Besides, you said you haven’t been to social events. Don’t you want to experience it?” Joon Hwi says, adrenaline building in his voice. 

Sol falls silent. She can’t deny that she wants to experience the feeling of being dolled up, the fun that everyone talks about, and the enjoyment that everyone goes through. And Joon Hwi is right; she wants to celebrate with Jiyoon. But her fear of social events and the past was holding her back. 

Joon Hwi could tell the change in her eyes. He gives a sweet smile, knowing that he said enough to change her mind. 

“Joon Hwi, but what if she doesn’t even-” Sol begins doubting herself as she shoots off her doubts and worries. Joon Hwi calms her down with logical reasons, calming her nerves in between his mouths of ramyeon. 

“But... I’ll be alone there, right?” Sol asks, her voice so soft, Joon Hwi barely picks it up. Her ramyeon is still untouched, and the noodles have gotten soggy and cold. Sol is silent for a moment, as she realises how right she is, for once. It wasn’t like she could ask a date, she doesn’t even have one. And her friends from the study group were out of the question. They don’t even know Jiyoon. Joon Hwi quickly brings up his bowl to his face, hopefully covering it as he feels the heat rising to his face.

“I’ll be your plus-one.”

Sol’s eyes light up and her head rises. Did she hear that right? Han Joon Hwi, her plus-one? 

“Oh, no! No, I didn’t mean it like that! Joon Hwi, no, I can’t-” Sol can’t find the right words to say. He can't? He shouldn’t? He doesn't need to? Sol can’t deduce her own reasonings for this argument. She knows her roommate likes him, and she definitely doesn’t want to be the target of her roommate’s stares if she catches wind of this. Besides, Joon Hwi doesn’t like her. She knows, and she doesn’t want him to get any wrong ideas. He’s her best friend, and confidante. She knows, deep down, his heart is someone else's. 

“I want to.” 

Sol freezes as Joon Hwi finishes drinking his soup. Placing the bowl down, he does as best as he can to lock eyes with Sol seriously, showing her he wasn’t teasing. No, this was out of his sincere heart. He knows how nervous she gets in a new environment, and him being next to her was bound to calm her nerves just a little more.

Sol could see the genuine care and want in his eyes. She knows this isn’t one of his jokes or teases. For a split second, she catches herself thinking if he meant something more. That going as a date, was more than just keeping her company, but for something to develop… 

Her face is flushed red as she looks at her puffed noodles and lukewarm soup. She picks her chopsticks up but is stopped by Joon Hwi’s hand as he shifts the bowl toward him, away from her. 

“Get yourself a fresh one. This is the first meal all day, isn’t it?” Joon Hwi calls her out, covering her noodles. Sol wants to argue for her soggy noodles, but she falls silent knowing how he revealed her secret. She hasn’t eaten all day after running reports and studying. Grumbling, she does as instructed and boils another bowl of ramyeon. When she’s back at the table with a fresh, hot, spicy and red bowl, she dives into it, wondering how she managed to survive the whole day. 

Joon Hwi only gives a small smile looking at the girl slurping her noodles with delight and looking at her. Joon Hwi wasn’t lying. He did want to be her plus-one for the wedding. He knew that more than just being a comfort for Sol, he wanted to make this one day a day she could look back and smile at. That she could be pretty, relaxed and happy instead of stressing over her grades, exams and family. 

“Fine.” Sol says as she continues slurping the spicy noodles. She blesses the spiciness of the noodles, such that she could blame her pink blush on it. Joon Hwi, clearing the cold noodles and getting water for both of them tilts his head in confusion. 

“Come with me to the wedding, if you want to.” She mutters softly, almost shy to let him know. To hide her blush and hide her confusion, she lifts the still hot bowl to her face. She drinks the soup, but chokes on the spiciness. Joon Hwi lets out a light chuckle before passing her a bottle of cold water. Sol looks at him with narrowed eyes of annoyance, but graciously takes the water. 

As he watches Sol eat her first bowl, then a second, as Joon Hwi munches on some crackers, he only smiles and laughs at whatever Sol was complaining about her reports and her frustrations at her cases that she picked. He lets out comforting words, but is rebutted back with Sol saying he will never get it because he’s smart unlike her. 

As he went to bed that night, he only gave a giddy smile, burying his face in his sheets. He scored his point of taking Sol out on a date, and was already counting down. He officially succeeded in the first step of his plan. 

The rest of it required a little bit of help. But he knew who to ask. 

-----

“Yeseul! What is it that you need to wake me up on a weekend? I was up until 4am last night!” Sol grumbles as she places her phone on speaker, rubbing her eyes. It was 8am, way too early for Sol to process any emergencies. Well, if it was Yeseul, she would do it any time. 

“Sorry, unnie. But it’s urgent. Could you meet me in 10 minutes at the lobby?” Yeseul’s bright voice echos. Sol notices her roomie’s bed made, pillows nicely fluffed and sheets tucked in neatly in pure perfection. She isn’t surprised, considering how she gets up early anyways.

“Fine.” Sol says and hangs up, getting a fresh change of clothes and heading to the bathroom to wash up. She throws on a hoodie, grabbing her only tanned ochre coat and grabs her bag, before jogging downstairs to the lobby. There, Yeseul is standing there, with a sling black bag and with one of the many nude heels she has, hair styled to perfection.

“Unnie!” Yeseul waves her hand over. Walking closer, Sol notices two other familiar friends behind as she scoffs. 

“Joonhwi? Bokgi? What are you doing here?” She asks, her hand playing with the strap of her bag unconsciously. She was surprised to see Joonhwi, but even more Bokgi, who usually spends mornings sleeping in. Joonhwi only gives his usual cheeky smile and drags a drowsy Bokgi with him out towards to the main entrance of the school. Dumbfounded, Yeseul takes this moment to link her arm with Sol’s as she leads her out and catch Sol up to their agenda today. 

“What?! You’re bringing me where?” Sol exclaims, her voice echoing throughout the lobby. Yeseul shushes her as she drags a shocked Sol out of school. Yeseul didn't need the whole school to know where Sol was going. 

“Unnie, please? You need a dress for the wedding, and don’t think you are going to go in one of mine or your old ones! Besides, you promised to go shopping with me one day, right?” Yeseul defends herself as Sol sighs. 

Yeseul wasn’t wrong. The wedding was just a week away and she had absolutely nothing to wear. She owned a couple pairs of flats, but they were so old, it would be embarrassing to attend with those. And her dresses were either too big or too small. She was so caught up with school after submitting her reply to Jiyoon, that she would have forgotten about the wedding if it wasn’t for the post-it on her bedside wall. 

“But...but...” Sol couldn’t find any reasons to counter. She knew Yeseul was right. Besides, it’s a weekend. And they had no upcoming tests or projects, so there was no harm in doing something besides studying in the copy room. She nods, defeated, earning a smile from Yeseul. 

“Wait, then why is Joonhwi and- Who’s car is that?!” Sol’s thoughts are cut off when she sees a familiar black sedan waiting by the entrance as Sol and Yeseul just exit. In the car, she manages to see a Joonhwi in the driver’s seat and Bokgi riding shotgun. 

“Yah! Han Joon Hwi! Isn’t this my roomie’s car?” She shouts as she strides a couple of steps when Joonhwi rolls the window down. 

“She loaned me the car for today. Don’t want you carrying so many things back from shopping today.” He replies curtly. Bokgi opens his passenger side door on the right.

“Bokgi-”

“Noona, sit in front. I’m too tired to watch Joonhwi-hyung drive.” Bokgi mutters before he climbs into the backseat with Yeseul. Sol wordlessly settles into the seat next to Joonhwi, who only looks at her with a smile. Sol catches his odd looks and pauses.

“What?”

“Ready for shopping?” He has his cheeky smile on again. Sol glares in annoyance before turning behind to Yeseul. 

“Did you make him drive?” Yeseul shakes her head and spills out her defensive explanation.

“Oppa called me up yesterday! He just said he needed my help to accompany you shopping for a dress!”

“Then, why is Bokgi here? Trying on dresses too?”

“Noona! I’m listening!” Joonhwi only laughs and shakes his head.

“He’s just accompanying me.” Joonhwi says as he begins to drive off. 

Well, Joonhwi wasn't lying. He waited till their quizzes and projects were over before executing this. He knew Sol was busy, and had waited for the busy season to pass before calling Yeseul. He explained that he knew Sol would not go shop for a dress, and he needs her help to accompany him and her. She willingly, too willingly, agreed. 

Next, he asked Sol B if he could borrow her car, knowing how Sol was not going to go home with just one dress and one pair of shoes when Yeseul was involved. Sol B was skeptical, but just passed the keys over to him. Besides, she was going to be in school studying all day; she didn’t need the car. Bokgi joined in, as Joonhwi couldn’t spend hours on end waiting for the ladies to shop. On further thought, Bokgi just might help him out with something. 

“I could go myself with Yeseul. You didn’t have to wake up for this.” Sol mutters just loud enough for him to hear, fiddling with her fingers. Joonhwi returns with a light scoff.

“As if you’ll do it.” Sol glares at him from the side and is ready to punch him, but retracts her hand, knowing she might literally kill everyone in the car. The ride from the school to the bustling heart of Seoul is a rough twenty minute ride. Bokgi takes this time to catch a wink and Sol does the same, but she can't seem to do it. 

Something about Joonhwi bringing her out to buy a dress specially made her heart flutter a bit more than usual. She knew that Joonhwi cared for her. The ways that he left rolls of gimbaps and energy drinks as opposed to coffee on her table during her tough days. The moments when he would offer his jacket as a pillow wordlessly when she wanted to rest her head after hours of studying. The unspoken synchronisation between them was just a showing of how they understood each other inside and out. 

Sol thought nothing of it. She knew him as long as she stepped into school when he saved her from Professor Yang. They spent almost everyday studying, having classes and eating together. After all, they are best friends, and don’t best friends do this? They look out for each other, right?

He is going to be my plus-one at Jiyoon’s wedding. He’s taking me to shop for a dress. 

Sol wonders, truly for the car ride as she stares outside at the blue skies and empty streets of Seoul, if Han Joonhwi meant more than friends to her. If… she wanted more. 

Deep down, she couldn’t deny hoping for more. She liked the way he looked at her, eyes crinkled and smiling in half moons, the sweet smile that she couldn’t help but return. She has never had many relationships, considering her experience in school and afterwards. She was just too busy; too focussed. Seeing how this man cared for her just made her feel so… special. 

She has never felt that way.

#original by akinosakiya #jtbc law school #law school #jtbc drama #jtbc #joonsola #kang sol a #kang sol a x han joon hwi #solhwi #han joon hwi #netflix #kdrama #wedding #ryu hye young #kim beom #kim bum

[moonlit-magdalene]

what I’m doing for lent

drink 1l of water every day (I usually drink sugar free soda... and I’m really bad at cutting it out, but if I force myself to drink more water, I won’t have enough space in my stomach for soda lol, at least I hope)

donate one thing every day, like books, clothing, shoes (I have more than enough to spare)

go to church at least once a week

finish 4 novenas

read the Bible and Cathechism every day according to one of those read the Bible in a year plans

spend 30 minutes with Madrian sacred texts by reading them, meditating on them, or taking notes

And after the lent is over, I am going to celebrate Easter by going to Mass, to the cementery, and baking some goodies.

I am not going to do any food restrictions during lent, because I have a history of ED and I really don’t want to risk anything. Of course I will not overeat and eat junk foods or fast food, but I am not going to completely cut out deserts or meat or cheese, because I know how easily that can make me spiral into not eating at all.

Also, my plan is to go to the antique shop once the Easter is over and the shops open where I want to buy a Miraculous medal. I wanted this one particular medal for a few months now, but I couldn’t justify buying it just like so on a whim since it’s a bit pricey. However it’s absolutely perfect size, round gold with silver figure of Our Mother God Mary and I can’t wait to wear it, preferably on a long silver necklace.

Now that I think about it, maybe it would be better idea to buy it before lent, so I could spend the whole season close to Mother and let the medal strenghten my relationship with her throughout the whole experience... Come to think of it, it might be perfect to buy it on the first day of lent, since I will go to mass to the city center anyway...

Oh well. It feels great to have this as my biggest “problem” right now.

#filianism #lux madriana #madrianism #mother mary #mary mother god #mine #miraculous medal

[sxfik]

darling, you're the one i want

chapter one | two | three ....

read on ao3 • main masterlist • law school masterlist

summary: Kang Sol A was never known for her luck, but she suspected it to be more like a curse when after almost 5 years, she bumps into her rival and the bane of her existence: Attorney Han Joon Hwi. What's worse? She has to work with him and she's sure that she'll either kill him or kiss him before this is all over

After Kang Sol B was freed from the clutched of her mother, her new found freedom spurred her into a night in bed with the mysterious Ji Ho. Yet, when he walks into her office the next day, she is faced with the realization that she is now working with the same man she slept with. What's worse? He's insufferable and she just might have to kiss him to shut him up.

a/n: hello hello! it's been almost a month since i've written a fic and probably even more time since i've truly been active on here. this fic is a product of me, @akinosakiya, @am-bi-vert and @thenerdywriter creating 20 different threads on twitter about an idea (which eventually got turned into a whole group chat just for hc and fic ideas). truly this fic is dedicated to all of them, the hanguk law school gc on tumblr and twitter. this fic is multi-chapter and written from 6 povs (basically it will be pretty long). as always, enjoy!

KANG SOL A was not known for her luck. Maybe it was a curse, or maybe just her destiny to be unlucky in life. She was irrevocably late this morning, despite setting 6 alarms and taking extra care the night before to ensure everything was in order before she left. But of course, in classic Sol A fashion, she was late despite every effort.

She was greeted with the shining sun and chirping birds as she speed walked towards her office building, her hair slightly disheveled in the breeze. Her hand clutched her briefcase as she speed walked towards the office, her lanyard swaying as she moved with purpose.

It had been almost 2 years since she started working for Kang's Toy Co. and 3 years since she graduated from Hanguk Law school. Life had been a rollercoaster since then, an endless ride of ups and downs as she tried to stabilize herself into her new life. She had clawed her way up from the struggle of her 1L year, getting to be an expert on late nights and sleep deprivation. Nonetheless, she graduated with an offer set up at Attorney Park's office which kickstarted her career and her life.

She'd be lying if she said everything was smooth from then on; it was quite the opposite. Just like she predicted, she had to take clients that she disliked and didn't trust, but when you were trying to make rent and put food on the table, it didn't matter. Luckily, she never had to compromise her beliefs too much during those years, and she was able to build her reputation as a trustable and hardworking lawyer in the community.

Soon enough, she was taking on higher profile clients, and gifted with the ability of being picky about who she defended. All of a sudden she was going to events and mingling with the upper class of Seoul. What was a poor girl, raised by a single mother, doing in such a ornate hall, sipping champagne that was worth more than anything she'd ever owned. Yet, those very same events led her to her name twin, Kang Sol B.

Kang Sol B, clean cut and straightforward, was one of her closest friends and CEO of the company she worked for. They met by chance at an event, after a particularly successful case, and somehow, the two women who were so unlike each other, hit it off. They ran into each other by chance again and they met for drinks. Sol B's level-headed, confident attitude balanced her energetic, eager mind. Not to mention, she fit right in with Ye-Seul and her dynamic, the three being thick as thieves. Soon enough, Sol was offered a job at her company as a corporate lawyer and she jumped on the chance at working with her. The rest was, as they say, history.

Shaking off her thoughts, her legs propelled her forward, her vision almost hazy and her mind clouded with the need to rush, rush, rush. The morning was particularly busy, with so many employees rushing into work and walking in their own world. Still, today was especially important as the company is announcing a joint enterprise between two of the biggest toy companies in Seoul. She picked up her pace, nearing the entrance, when, in her frenzy, she crashed into the oncoming figure.

"I'm so—"

"Sorry!"

Her head shot up, her eyes widening at the familiar voice. And there he stood, in all his glory, Han Joon Hwi: Second Round Judicial Exam Passer, and the bane of her existence.

She had the unfortunate luck of meeting Joon Hwi during their 1L, during a particularly intense class where she was grilled to death by her professor. The actual ordeal was a haze, all she could remember was her throat tightening and instant panic flooding her mind and body. Joon hwi, thinking himself some kind of knight-in-shining armor, swooped in to save her, answering in her stead.

And then, he decided to rival her during one of their constitutional code classes, arguing in favor of a law that was, in her mind, despicable. "You have to look at it in perspective," he coolly replied to her smoldering anger when she questioned him on how he could support such a thing. It was set in stone, then, that Kang Sol A did not like Han Joon Hwi.

From the moment they met, it was like he was specifically designed to drive her crazy. The way he smirked, the way his whip smart comebacks would leave her stumped, the way his arms filled out that stupid white shirt, the way he'd look at her like he could see right through her. Just about everything about him made her want to scream.

Dislike was an understatement when it came to Joon Hwi. It was more like a never ending annoyance, his presence and every move frustrating her, making her lungs tight and her heart race with exasperation and irritation.

She was nicknamed Lady Justice, after a particular comment from Joon Hwi himself. If it was to shame her, it clearly didn't work as it only fueled her headstrong attitude. In fact, it spurred her into more arguments with the illustrious Joon Hwi, the temperature constantly rising as they would circle each other and argue until their lungs burned and they were breathing heavy. The whole school would gather to see them spar, the tension so thick that they wouldn't notice the crowd they would draw as soon as the two would even look at each other.

He was the genius of her school, that much she couldn't deny. Still, the what he said about her in their final year...

His hand gripped her wrist, startling her out of her thoughts in an attempt to support her, and his warm touch seared into her cold skin as he pulled her up slightly. Joon Hwi blinked back at her, his face shocked before settling into a familiar smirk that drove her up the wall.

"Long time no see, huh, Lady Justice?" his eyebrow quirked up slightly as he took her in, and the scowl settled into her face. Like this day could have gotten any worse, it was just her luck to meet him.

"Not quite long enough, Attorney Han," she quipped back, snapping her arm away from his grip. She blew out a soft breath, in an attempt to get her bangs out of her eyes to face him properly. He continued to look down at her, his eyes never leaving her face as he chuckled in response.

He didn't look any different than he did 3 years ago, except that his shoulders had grown broader, his chest a little firmer. He wore a black coat, and underneath, his signature black suit that he had worn during his internships during school. His hair was styled differently, now styled up rather than down in bangs that used to give him an innocent look back in their law school years. It suited him.

"So, you work for Kang now?" he asked her, rushing forward to catch up with her fast pace. Her hand gripped tighter on her bag as she picked up her pace, trying her best to not let his sudden presence taint her morning.

"No, I'm definitely just walking towards the building with the large sign that says KANG TOY CO. for absolutely no reason," she replied, her voice laced with impatience.

"You haven't changed one bit, Kang Sol," he laughed, tilting his head forward, blinking and looking at her as if he knew something she didn't.

She paused in her tracks, looking up to the man who scrambled to turn to face her. "Why are you here, Joon Hwi?" she asked him, suspicious of his sudden presence.

He raised an eyebrow in response, and she could feel the irritation build in her chest as she looked up at him, impossibly confused. They stayed in place, their feet glued to the pavement and she forgot all about her earlier mission to get to her office asap. His face hadn't changed too much from their school days, his expression overflowing with mirth and mischief. But his face did hold a tiredness that wasn't seen before, as if the time has taken a toll on him. What happened to you, Han Joon Hwi, for your face to hold exhaustion that was never seen before?

"You'll find out," he replied curtly, before spinning back and walking towards the building. Her office building. She rushed forward now, trying to catch up with him as she looked up curiously, but he avoided her looks as they walked into the office.

They marched on in, flashing her badge at the entrance of the office, and Joon hwi, somehow, managed to follow. Did he start working here and never let her know? Does he even work as a lawyer? How could she not know? She let out a deep breath, trying to calm her racing mind as she walked into the elevator, and he marched in right by her side.

People filed in one after the other into the elevator, everyone in their morning rush to get to their cubicles and start their days. The elevators was filled to the brim, yet Kang Sol was still aware of Joon Hwi's presence, almost like her mind was blaring an alarm that He wasn't supposed to be here.

She momentarily shut her brain off, a task that she trained herself on after her struggles in her 1L, choosing to focus on the people milling around the elevator. Her eyes would flit through every person, and then the ceiling, and most importantly, she refused to let her mind stray to Han Joon Hwi, despite the curiosity eating her from the inside out.

The elevator was next to empty when she reached her floor, and she picked up her pace as she marched out of the elevator before he could. Sol kept her gaze trained ahead, but her body was feeling for the presence of someone else marching behind her.

Somehow, he managed to get ahead, probably with those stupidly long legs of his. His hand jutted out to open the door to the meeting room, and he paused, turning slightly towards her.

"Ladies first," he said, his expression almost neutral. If it wasn't for the slight crinkle near his eyes as he smiled, she would have taken the gesture as genuine and not intended to mock her. The gesture morphed from chivalry to a taunt that he knew something she didn't.

"Thank you, Attorney Han," she shot him a tight smile, before marching her way towards her teammates.

Ye-seul, her best friend and fellow lawyer, caught Sol's gaze and patted to the seat next to her and finally, Sol sank down into her chair, letting out a final sigh of relief.

"You're only a couple minutes late, the director isn't here yet," she said, taking a sip from her hot coffee. Ye-seul narrowed her eyes at her, and then looked up at Joon Hwi, before looking back down at her.

"Oh thank god," Sol, opened up her briefcase, getting out one of her legal pads and a pen incase she needed to take notes, as she expertly avoided her best friend's questioning gaze. The silence between them stretched, as Sol tapped her pen against the paper impatiently and Ye-seul let her gaze bore into her.

"Why was Han Joon–"

"Good morning," the baritone voice of Director Yang boomed across the meeting room, his voice loud despite the lack of a microphone. "Let's go through this meeting smoothly, as it is a very important day for both Kang Toy Co and Seo Media. Today, we have gathered to announce a collaboration for a toy line between both companies."

Applause filled the room as the director paused, looking at each team assembled in the room. Oh. So that's why Han Joon Hwi is here.

"As such, we will be needing our talented lawyer teams from both companies to help draw the legal terms and details between the two companies, as well as negotiate the terms for the toy line itself. This is an exciting time for both companies and we hope that this partnership is fruitful for both parties. Now, I will be announcing the teams and their assignments for this coming quarter and in preparation for the toy line itself," he paused, flipping through the notes he held at the center of the room.

"I'm proud to announce that Attorney Kang Sol and Team One from Kang Toys will be working with Attorney Han Joon Hwi and Team One from Seo Media." Sol's eyes shot up to Joon hwi, both their eyes wide with surprise. "Your teams will be heading the terms of the collaboration as well as working closely with both CEOs for any legal issues that come up," Director Yang nodded to both parties, before continuing down his list.

Her eyes were still on his, her mouth close to gaping open before she quickly shut it and avoided his gaze. Out of all the people, it had to be her that was paired up with him.

Kang Sol A had bad luck, indeed, but she was starting to think it was more like a curse instead.

#mine #solhwi #law school #jtbc drama #jtbc law school #law school jtbc #law school netflix #law school kdrama #kang sol a #kang sol b #han joon hwi #seo ji ho #jeon ye seul #min bok gi #jo ye beom #jtbc #fanfiction #my fanfiction #my writing

[dettiot]

love and coffee, served hot

She comes in every day. 

She drinks more coffee than anyone he’s ever seen.

She has a name just as unusual as his: Padmé, spelled with an accent mark on the E, she told him after he wrote “Padmay” on her cup.

And she’s the most beautiful woman Anakin Skywalker has ever seen. 

Ever since he took this job at the coffee shop near campus, to go with his job repairing cars and juggling a full load of mechanical engineering classes, Anakin has only felt stressed. Worrying about surviving long enough to get his degree, struggling to honor his mother’s dying wish to make a good life for himself, looking for something to make him feel safe and loved and happy, something that existed outside of himself. 

Not to sound like a mentally unbalanced stalker, but there was something about  Padmé that makes him feel like she’s what he needs. 

But he’s just the guy who makes her coffee, and his mother brought him up to respect all people but especially women. So Anakin doesn’t say anything to  Padmé, beyond what’s necessary. Just meaningless small talk, processing her transaction, and then making her coffee.

Even though he makes sure she has the best coffee he’s capable of making, and puts a little extra warmth into his “Welcome to Starbucks” and “Have a nice day.” 

One day, he switches to the late-night shift as a favor to Ahsoka. Even though he knows it means he won’t see Padmé, he wants to help Ahsoka out. 

It’s quiet in the shop at this hour, and he still has four hours until the morning crew takes over. So he’s standing behind the counter, a sketchbook open as he draws out wiring diagrams for his robotics class, wishing he could just build the damn droid instead of having to make all these blueprints and diagrams first. 

The chime sounds as the door opens and he looks up, preparing for the customer, when he sees that it’s Padmé and feels his heart jump into his throat. 

And . . . she looks equally affected. A smile appears on her face, one that makes her look angelic. “Hi. I didn’t see you this morning,” she said, stepping up to the counter. 

“I . . . I switched shifts,” he says, somehow, amazed that he was able to talk at all. Because she had noticed he wasn’t there this morning!

“Only for today, I hope?” she says, still smiling at him. 

“Yeah--my friend Ahsoka, she needed the morning shift, and she’s great, and I wanted to help her, so . . .” Anakin lets his voice trail off, feeling like his face was on fire. 

If it was possible, Padmé’s smile grows even sweeter. “That was really nice of you, Anakin.” 

He blinks. She knows his name? And then he remembers he was wearing a nametag and feels overwhelmingly embarrassed. But at least he hadn’t said anything out loud. 

Instead, he clears his throat and says, “The usual?” 

She nods, her smile fading a bit and replaced with a glum expression. “I don’t know if I’m going to survive 1L.” 

“1L?” he asks as he begins prepping her order: a venti blonde roast coffee with a shot each of vanilla and hazelnut. 

“First year of law school,” Padmé explains. “It’s designed to be hell, to weed out anyone who doesn’t really want to be a lawyer.” 

“Ahhh,” he says, glancing over at her. “Thus all the coffee?” 

“Thus all the coffee,” she agrees, her smile reappearing. “How about you?” 

Anakin looks at her again and smiles. “Mechanical engineering. I thought I was going to be building cars and robots and things to help people . . . and instead, I have to keep submitting designs without building anything.”

Her nose wrinkles and it’s the cutest thing, Anakin feels like he’s going to die of just how adorable she is. And she’s smart, and beautiful, and . . . 

Well, what was the harm in giving her a little sign of how he felt?

Setting the coffee down in front of her, he waves his hand as she pulls out her wallet. “On the house.” 

“What?” she asks, her eyes going wide. “Oh, no--I couldn’t.” 

“I never use my discount, so it’s my pleasure, really,” Anakin says firmly. “Just enjoy it and pay it forward someday.” 

She looks at him for a long moment, like she’s searching for something, and Anakin does his best to not tense up or throw himself at her feet. 

Finally, Padmé picks up the coffee and gives him a little smile. “Thank you, Anakin.” 

And it’s like he can’t look away from her, so he doesn’t bother trying. He just stands there, looking at her, and she’s looking back at him, and it’s not creepy or weird, like he would have thought, to just stare into her big chocolatey-brown eyes and feel himself falling even deeper. 

When she turns away, it’s like he’s cold all over, but Anakin lets her go. He picks up his sketchbook, all set to get back to work and do his best to not stare at  Padmé like a love-sick fool, when a soft “Ahem!” makes him look up.

“Can today be someday?” she asks, gazing up at him. “Because I’d really like to buy you a drink and get to know you, Anakin.” 

“Oh,” he says, feeling his brain stutter. “Really?” 

Padmé smiles and nods. “Yes, really. So what’ll you have?” 

You, he thinks to himself, but instead, Anakin says, “Grande cold brew with peppermint syrup.” 

Her eyebrows go up. “I wouldn’t have guessed that,” she says with a smile. “Make your drink and come join me.” 

He doesn’t have to be asked twice. 

XXX

After their city hall wedding six weeks later, they go to their Starbucks and order a venti blonde roast with vanilla and hazelnut and a grande cold brew with peppermint, and toast their marriage. Just the two of them.

Forever. 

#anidala #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #star wars #my fic #I don't drink coffee so I'm just going for what I think Padme and Anakin might drink