would you mind doing a Wonder Woman x reader where Diana accidentally brakes the readers glasses and tries to hide it by telling her all these made up myths about people not really glasses so they don't find out?
I love this idea. I’m gonna put some context in myself tho
It was almost silent in Diana’s study, admit the clicks of a typewriter and her occasional sip of tea. She had relocated back to London for the time being, and you had her come live with you. It was a sizable house, complete with a study and a den.
Diana pulled away from her desk, grabbed her tea cup, and walked to the kitchen. She poured herself another cup from the kettle and walked back. Before she sat down she pulled a stack of files from a nearby pile, and threw them on the desk. Then a audible CRUNCH!
She hastily pulled away the paper to find a scrap of metal and a pile of broken glass. She thought she would have enough time to clean up the mess, then the front door opened “ Diana, I’m home.” She quickly threw the paper back over the now trash heap and turned to face you. “ Hello, princess…have you seen my glasses? I got a book from the university library and I know I left my glasses in here.”
Instead of telling you, for some reason or another, she said “ You know, there was an Amazon who was blinded during training and she became a general. Perhaps you should try to conquer you so-called disability with the will I know you have.” You thought it was a weird answer, but just nodded and went to the kitchen to get some tea.
Diana scooped up the remains of the glasses and hid them in a drawer. She would take them to an optometrist sometime tomorrow. “ Diana! Your advice isn’t really that great!” You teased. Make that sometime today.
Imagine: Your boyfriend Soda gets jealous of Dally hitting on you.
You were at the Curtis’ sitting on the couch next to you was your boyfriend Soda. You absolutely adored him and he was the best. Suddenly, he stood up and asked “want a Pepsi from the fridge?” “Sure,” you said. “Get on for me too,” as familiar voice called from the doorway. You turned to see Dallas Winston. That was the only part of the Curtis house you hated. “Hey baby,” Dallas said scooting real close to you on the couch. “Uh, hi Dal,” you said you wanted to spit nasty words right in his face but he was Soda’s buddy. “How about a kiss for your ol’ pal Dal,” he said scooting closer in. You heard the sound of glass braking on the floor. “What the hell,” though Soda gave out the warning it didn’t stop Dallas. “Get off her,” Soda said and started to punch Dally. But he wasn’t a quitter; he fought Soda right back. The screen door slammed open. Standing there was the tall figure of Darrel Curtis. “Dallas Winston get the hell out of my house,” his voice boomed over the house as it suddenly got quiet. “Alright,” Dallas stumbled up, “I know when I’m not wanted.” He turned to you, “Later babe.” “She ain’t your babe,” Soda said but it was no use because Dal was already starting the engine on his car.
Three hours Later
The broken bottle was cleaned up and Darry has went off to bed. You and Soda say staring blankly on the couch. “I’m real sorry,” Sodapop began. “Save it,” you replied, “It’s too late to be arguing. Come here so we can get some rest.” He came closer to you scooping you up and placing you in the bed. Pony had spent the night at Two’s, so you had the bed to yourselves. “I love you,” he spoke from the silence. “I love you, too,” you said right before you feel into a deep sleep.
This story is in two POV’s… the OC’s and the narrator (3rd person)
OC- Song Yoonmi
I was busily typing on my laptop when i heard it.
My sister, who was leaning by the door, perked at the sound and our eyes met, a silent message passing between us.
They’re at it again.
I would be lying if I said that I didn’t see it coming. My mom was practically seething with anger as she texted my dad this afternoon. I got a glimpse of her phone screen and saw messages typed in capital letters, partnered with several exclamation points. It was a heartbreaking sight but I knew it was a normal thing between married couples.
My sister frowned as she opened the door and we heard it:
The sound of our parents fighting.
“Close the door, Jiyun.” I said flatly, though my heart was racing in my chest and my mind was reeling with negative thoughts. What on earth is happening down there?
Just when Jiyun was going to close the door, it swung open revealing my little brother, Woojin, hiccuping; his eyes flooding with tears. “Noona!”
My senses kicked in and I immediately got up from where I was sitting and took Woojin’s shaking body into my arms.
“They’re fighting!” he cried. “I was just eating and they were screaming in front of me!”
“Shh…” I rubbed his back. “It’s okay…” I looked up and saw Jiyun staring at me with a knowing look. She was old enough to know that everything was not fine. She was a lot stronger than me and in her eyes I saw fire igniting. She wanted to go down there and get in between them; to stop the fight. I closed my mouth and gave her a stern look; sending her a message that said: interfering might make things worse.
She looked away sadly as the voices echoed through our bedroom door. I said a silent prayer in my mind that things were still okay with my parents and that we’ll be able to get through this. But the sound of the glass breaking a while ago made me doubt…
And scared the hell out of me.
~~~~ (Narrator’s POV)
Suho was having a break from practice when he thought of calling his girlfriend, Yoonmi. It was his birthday tomorrow and he had a free day and of course he wanted nothing more but to spend it with her. They hardly got to go on dates considering that EXO had just started their promotions for their new mini album and their schedules were pretty much jam packed.
He opened his phone and a picture of Yoonmi welcomed him, making him smile. Words couldn’t describe how much he misses her at that moment and all he wanted was to hear her voice. He had her on speed dial and Suho couldn’t keep his excitement when the phone started ringing. But his hopes were suddenly shattered when the familiar tone beeped and he was sent right into voice mail.
“Huh. That’s weird.” He mumbled as he tried again, only to be sent to her voice mail again.
“Okay guys! Let’s continue!” Their dance instructor yelled from across the room. Suho huffed and settled for sending her a text instead; telling himself that he’d call again on his next break.
My mom went in a few minutes later, surprisingly with no tears in her eyes but looking upset, nonetheless. She took one look at Woojin in my arms and I saw the way her eyes dimmed. Woojin walked towards her and gave her a hug. She looked at me, then; sending a silent thank you.
I wanted to know what happened. I wanted her to tell me, though I knew half the story already. They always fought about the same things: money… In-laws… usual stuff couples fight about. As much as I wanted her to confide in me, we both knew it would have to wait till my siblings weren’t in the same room.
A few hours had passed and we were all tucked in bed. My mom had told me that she wanted to sleep in our room for the night, unable to bear sleeping on the same room with my dad. “Just for tonight, sweetie.” She said and I nodded in consent. She also promised me that we’d talk about it tomorrow.
With a heavy heart, I lifted the covers over my body, biting my lip to keep the tears from coming, and forced my eyes shut.
A few minutes passed and I knew it was hopeless. I was restless. It’s hard to sleep when things weren’t settled. I looked at my phone to check the time, but stopped when I saw it flooded with notifications:
7 missed calls
10 text messages
4 voice mails
and they were all from the same person: Suho.
I opened up the messages, my heart slightly aching as I read each one of them.
Hi Jagi! It’s your one and only Suho oppa! :) I’m on a break from practice now… Tried calling you but no answer :(( call me back when you get this, love <3
Jagi! I miss you~ did you get my text?
Hi Jagi~ I just wanted to let you know how excited I am for tomorrow! We’ll be spending the whole day together and it’s gonna be the best birthday ever!
At that, I almost choked. I face-palmed myself, scolding myself repeatedly for almost forgetting. It’s his birthday tomorrow and I promised we’d spend the whole day together. I looked over to my left and saw my mom and siblings huddled together, sleeping soundly. How am I supposed to leave them?
I sighed heavily and my hands shook as I sent a reply.
Hey. Sorry for not replying. I was preoccupied… didn’t check my phone.
In no less than three minutes, I was surprised to receive a reply:
Jagiya! You had me worried :(( where have you been?
Nowhere. I’m at home.
Oh. :P can I call you? :)
I looked over to my family, sleeping soundlessly beside me, and frowned.
Now’s probably not a good time, Joonmyun.
Suho didn’t reply after that and I hoped he got the message; and also that he didn’t take it the wrong way. I wanted to talk to him…gods I wanted to see him–to hold him– so badly…but how can I when this is going on? They need me and I have to be strong for them.
A few minutes later my phone lit up, insinuating a received test message. I scrunched my eyebrows and then felt my eyes widen when I saw it was a text from Suho.
There were only two words and yet it made my heart wrench, feeling the tears I have kept in for hours trying to break free. Two words that could have been equal to a thousand love letters or the sweetest of kisses.
Yoonmi didn’t realize that his message was meant to be taken both figuratively and literally. She was surprised when he texted another text; asking her to come down. It took a while for Yoonmi to register that he was actually here at her house, probably waiting at her front door.
She got up from bed slowly, trying no to wake her mom and siblings as she tiptoed her way out of the bedroom. She went downstairs and her heart raced at the thought of Suho coming to her when she didn’t even ask him to, nor did she even tell him that there was something wrong. She held her breath as she closed her hand around the doorknob before turning it and swinging it open.
Suho’s back was turned from her but he immediately faced her when he heard the door open. Yoonmi almost felt like crying when she saw his familiar face, his platinum blonde hair, and his pale skin which seemed to glow under the moonlight.
“Yoonmi.” He said with a smile. A smile which made her insides turn and made her heart beat faster than the speed of light. She always loved his smile; the way it seemed to brighten the whole room, and how it could easily make her feel better… even if just for a little.
“Hey.” She said as she tried to return his smile, but it came out a little weak.
Suho tried to ignore it but he knew that something was definitely wrong. He knew it from the moment she told him that he couldn’t call her; which was why the moment practice ended, he immediately made his way to her house. “Hey–”
“Joonmyun.” She said almost harshly and Suho stopped, knowing that she was serious whenever she called him by his real name. She stared at him, her eyes pleading. “Please. I don’t want to talk about it…at least not now.”
Suho was dissapointed by her answer but knew better than to push. He nodded and then gave her a genuine smile as he offered his hand, “Then just come take a walk with me?”
Yoonmi looked at his hand like it was something foreign and then back at her house, feeling torn. “I–”
“Come on… It’s my birthday.” He pouted cutely and Yoonmi was about to protest except she caught a glimpse of his watch and saw that it was half past 12 AM. She grimaced, “Oh god, Suho–”
“Apology accepted.” He chuckled as he held her hand, pulling her in. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and Yoonmi smiled, giving him a peck on the nose in return. “Happy birthday. But I can’t stay long, though. They might wake up and find me gone–”
“Hmm.” Suho hummed happily as he tucked her under his arm and started their little Midnight stroll.
Although his warmth was comforting, Yoonmi couldn’t keep her mind off her family and it made her very upset. Suho remained silent beside her despite him wanting to talk to her–to console her–but he knew that she would tell him when she was ready and that he’ll just have to be patient.
They were almost by the park when Yoonmi felt something soft cover her shoulders. She glanced to her left and found Suho wrapping his jacket around her. Once he buttoned it up she said, “You’ll get cold, oppa.”
“So will you.” He chuckled as he placed his hands in his pockets.
“But you might get sick and I can’t have that–”
“So can’t I."
Yoonmi rolled her eyes, "I’m not important. You, on the other hand, have to be healthy for your–” Yoonmi was stopped when she felt her arm being pulled back. She looked up and saw Suho giving him a serious gaze.
“Don’t say that.” He gently scolded. “You are important–you’re important to me, Yoonmi.”
Yoonmi’s heart fluttered at his words but it immediately does down when her problem resurfaced in her thoughts once again. She gently pulled her arm away from his and tried to ignore how Suho frowned at this. She kept walking and tried to change the subject, “How’s practice?”
She heard footsteps following behind her and soon Suho was beside her and as he shrugged, she felt him brush against her. “Fine. The boys are a bit out of it with what just happened with Kris hyung, you know?”
Yoonmi nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. Since the issue, they had gone through hell and Yoonmi’s heart broke for all of them. But she knew better than to sulk and that it was better if she just supported them.
She slipped her hand into his and gave it a light squeeze, “I know, oppa.” Suho squeezed back, appreciating her comfort. “I’m sorry…”
“For not being there for you when you needed me.” Yoonmi winced at the memory of having seen him on television, alone onstage as he took that award. The issue with Kris was heightened that night and everyone was in a frenzy online. Despite everything, Suho walked up that stage with a smile on his face. She had watched him that night, admiring how strong he was. Yoonmi knew how much of a softie he was; crying at little things and being scared of Horror movies, but that night showed her that behind all that was a strong and brave heart.
Only Suho would smile despite the sadness. Because that’s just how he is and she loved him for that.
They had arrived at the park and went straight to the playground. They sat down on the swing set as they tilted their heads up to look up at the sky.
“Yoonmi?” Suho suddenly said after a few minutes of silence.
“You didn’t have to say sorry.”
“I do.” She said. “I should’ve went to you–”
“You had work.” Suho reasoned. “And you were there for me, jagi. You were the first one who called me the moment I went off stage.” He looked at her then smiled. “That call helped me a lot, by the way.”
“It was just a call.” She shrugged.
Suho angled his body so he was completely facing her. “To you it might just be a call but to me it was everything. It came from you, Yoonmi. Hearing your voice, that was enough. Heck,” he chuckled. “It was more than enough!”
Yoonmi shook her head, a ghost of a smile gracing her lips. “If you say so.” Silence took over once again and Suho took the moment to gaze at his girlfriend. They had been dating for almost two and a half years and Suho found himself falling harder for her every single day even if they hardly get to see each other. He smiled as he watched her gently kick her foot against the gravel; her lips pursed in concentration. He loved the feel of her hands on his; the way it fit perfectly like two puzzle pieces. He loved the way the sound of her voice could brighten his mood in an instant and the way her gaze sends butterflies in his stomach. He sighed and a thought came to him: Maybe I found the one.
“What do you think about settling down?”
Yoonmi snapped up from her trance and gave him a look, “What do you mean?”
“What do you think about marriage?”
Yoonmi would have been amused by hus question but it only made her remember the problem she was facing in her household. “I–I don’t know–"
"I mean can you imagine it?” Suho said and she heard the excitement in his voice. “Getting married, having kids, growing old together?"
"No.” She shot back almost harshly and Suho frowned. “ I don’t.”
“Jagi, is there something wrong?”
“Nothing of your concern.” She spat as she stood up from the swing and crossed her arms.
“And don’t get your hopes up about getting married or settling down.” She said. “Trust me, it’s not something to be happy about.”
Suho stood up, his eyes questioning. “Yoonmi, if you want to talk about it–”
“I don’t.” She said.
Suho was annoyed at her snappy behavior and he couldn’t help himself as he replied almost bitterly, “I’m trying to help here, Yoonmi. You don’t have to act like this.”
“Then don’t!” She suddenly shouted as she spun to face him. Suho was taken aback and he fell silent as he stared at her angry state. “Stop helping! You obviously don’t know anything!”
“How can I if you won’t tell me?!” He shot back.
“Just stay out of my business, Joonmyun!” She yelled, her anger blurring her vision and her words came out of her mouth almost unknowingly. “I don’t need your help and I most definitely don’t need your pity!” She spat then laughed bitterly. “Oh and I don’t need you to remind me every single day about your perfect life, your perfect family, your perfect everything!"
That took a strike on Suho and he closed his hands into fists. He knew that it was her anger talking but it still didn’t make it less hurtful ot the pain any less harder to endure. "What are you talking about?! Where is all this perfect nonsense coming from?!”
Yoonmi rolled her eyes, “I’m done here. I’m going home.”
Suho was not one to get pissed but her attitude was pushing his buttons. “That’s good, Yoonmi. Walk away while we still haven’t settled this.” He spat. “That’s real mature.”
Yoonmi spun around, furiously. “Don’t talk to me like I’m a kid, Joonmyun!”
“Then stop acting like one!” He yelled. “I’m only trying to help and here you are trying to pick a fight!"
”Ugh! I hate you!“ She growled and turn to walk away. Suho didn’t follow and let her words sink in.
I hate you.
It was like a knife stabbing into his heart repeatedly and it hurt so much it almost made it hard to breath. He watched her go, their fight unsettled, and felt his mood sink deeper than an oceanic trench.
Happy birthday, Joonmyun.
Yoonmi arrived at her house a few minutes later and once she had closed the door, exhaustion and depression hit her like a wave splashing on the shore. The tears she had been holding came and she sunk to the floor with a broken heart; half from her family and half from her fight with Joonmyun. She cried harder as the realization of what she just did dawned on her. He was only trying to help and I completely shut him down.
She cursed herself and buried her hands in her hair, hiccuping as she sobbed.
I’m sorry, Joonmyun. I’m sorry.
~~~ Yoonmi woke up to the feel of the sun hitting her face. She groaned as she straightened herself up, her back aching from having slept on the floor all night. She glanced at the wall clock and found that it was only 6 AM. The house was still quiet, meaning her family was still fast asleep upstairs. She stretched her arms over her head and the jacket on her shoulders fell off. She looked at the piece of garment lying on the floor and felt her heart wrench.
Last night’s events replayed in her head like an old black-and-white movie and she almost felt like crying again, despite having cried herself to sleep last night. She ran a hand over her face as she stood up, holding the jacket like her life depended on it. She just hoped he wasn’t too mad at her.
After fixing herself a cup of tea and changing into a long-sleeved sweater, she decide to take a morning walk. She left a note on the fridge in case anyone woke up and looked for her, before darting out the door.
Her heart stopped at what she saw the moment she stepped out and she literally felt her guilt choking her.
Sitting at their porch steps was Suho, sleeping with his head leaning by the railing. Yoonmi couldn’t believe it as she approached him slowly. She sat down beside him and placed the jacket over his sleeping form. But before she could fix it properly, he stirred. He wasn’t much of a heavily sleeper and Yoonmi froze as he opened an eye and squinted at the sunlight. He glanced to his right and when he saw Yoonmi staring at him, he sat up slowly.
"Good morning.” He said as he ran hand over his face, wiping the sleep from his eyes.
“M-morning.” She stuttered as she played with the hem of her shirt. “What are you doing out here?”
“You ditched me last night.”
Yoonmi swallowed as she heard the harshness in his tone. “I’m sorry.” She mumbled and Suho just shrugged and looked away.
They were both silent for a while, just sitting there on the steps, until Suho sneezed. Yoonmi looked at him worriedly and she fretted to button up his jacket. “Aish! What on earth were you thinking, Joonmyun?” She muttered as she struggled to cover him up with the jacket. Suho silently watched her do it, sighing amusedly as she continued to scold him. “Sleeping out here… You’ll catch a cold if you haven’t already yet.”
“I was worried about you."
Yoonmi stopped at the last button and looked up at him, only to find Suho gazing back at her. She didn’t know what to say while Suho knew exactly what he was going to–needed to say: "Are you okay?”
At that, Yoonmi felt her walls crumble and she broke down. She shook her head as the tears came and felt Suho’s arms wrap around her frail body. She sobbed onto his shirt as she buried her face in his chest. Suho was a bit shocked at having seen her cry, being accustomed to her strong personality. Nonetheless, he held her tight as if he could squeeze all the sadness out of her.
“I’m sorry, Joonmyun.” She sobbed. “I’m sorry.”
“Shh..” he said as he rubbed her back. “It’s okay.”
“You probably hate me.” She mumbled against his chest.
“I could never hate you, Jagiya.”
With the words said, Yoonmi only sobbed harder. “I’m sorry! I don’t hate you, Joonmyun. I–I was just so confused last night. I didn’t know what I was saying. I–I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I’m sorry! I don’t hate you.” She said in a rush as she sobbed. “I don’t hate you–”
“Shh!” He chuckled slightly, squeezing her tight. “I know. It’s okay, Jagiya.”
They stayed like that for a while, just hugging each other until Yoonmi finally calmed down. “They’re fighting, Joonmyun.” She whispered and felt Suho’s grip tighten. “My family might be falling apart and I don’t know what to do.”
Suho sighed as she gave her a comforting squeeze. “It’s normal for couples to fight–”
“This is different, Joonmyun.” She said. “They’ve been at it for a while now and I don’t know how long it’ll take before one of them pops a vein or call it quits.”
Suho just sighed as he pulled her onto his lap, cradling her in his arms like a little girl. Yoonmi let herself be enveloped in his warmth and she leaned against his chest. “I don’t want my family fall apart, Joonmyun. I don’t want it to be broken.”
“It won’t.” He assured, rocking her.
“How do you know?” She snickered. “You have no idea how it was last night. They fought in front of my little brother!” She huffed. “I was so angry, Suho. And at the same time terrified.”
“I’m sorry.” He said sadly as he kissed the side of her head. “I don’t know, really. I don’t know what will happen, but I’m hoping it would turn out okay.”
Yoonmi sniffed, “I wanted to cry so much last night but couldn’t. I didn’t want to show weakness in front of my siblings. They need me and I have to be strong for them. You know what I mean?”
“Yeah.” He nodded, knowing exactly what she meant. “Putting up a strong face? That’s something I’m not new to.” He joked.
Yoonmi chuckled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, surprising him. He held his cheek, a smile creeping to his face. “What was that for?”
Yoonmi chuckled at his reaction. “Two years into this relationship and you’re still acting like a school boy who just got his first kiss.” She shook her head in amusement.
“I can’t help it.” He tickled her side. “It’s how you make me feel.”
She laughed and leaned her forehead against his. “That was a thank you. Thank you Joonmyun, for coming to me when I needed you even if I never asked you to.”
He smiled his angelic smile and Yoonmi felt her heart flutter. This time, the feeling lingered. “You’re welcome." He intertwined their hands and Yoonmi stared at it; admiring how they fit perfectly. "What if it does fall apart, Joonmyun?”
Suho brought her hands to his lips and kissed it. The gesture was so sweet it made Yoonmi sigh in contempt. “Then I’ll be here to get you through it.” he looke at her and she saw the sincerity in his gaze.
Yoonmi felt tears prick her eyes as she looked at him, “I love you, Kim Joonmyun.”
Suho looked up and met her gaze, before capturing her lips in a kiss. It was slow, sweet, and comforting. The kind of kiss that made your head spin and made you think that despite everything bad that’s going on, there’s still something good left. “I love you more, Song Yoonmi.”
“Oh!” she said as she pressed her nose against his, making him chuckle. “Happy birthday.”
They kissed once again as the sun rose a little higher in the sky, promising hope for a new day.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, savoring the feel of his arms around me, his lips in sync with mine. I sighed as th thought came to me:
As long as you’re here… everything will be alright. :)
The screaming and shouts the braking of glass. My hands covered my ears as I heard the comments from my parents making me what to shut myself away hideaway from the pain. Everything seemed to change since we moved to this house the “murder house” for the worst.
I took my hands away after a sudden silence filled the house. Only to hear a soft whistle come from outside my window. Tate he must of sensed something was wrong. I slowly stand up from my bed another smash sounded making me jump from the sudden loud sound which broke the silence. Opening the window I see my dead boyfriend standing in our garden. His curly blonde hair falling onto his face his creepy smile which I fell in love with swept his face.
“Hey Y/N I could sense something do you want to get away for a bit? ” he asked I could barley hear him over another smash I just nodded before climbing slowly down the vine covered ladder I often use to sneak out. I jumped of the last step falling into Tate’ s arms spinning me around before placing me on the ground the two of us laugh before running down the dim light street towards the beach.
Once we get there the two of us sit down looking over the ocean his arm draped around me my head leaning againts his chest as he slowly hums one of his rock songs into my hair. He would always bring me here if I was ever worried about my parents or just to get away. The whole beach stretched around us but we always sat in the same spot where the currents meet.
“You know I will never hurt you Y/N never leave you never make you like me make you scared of rejection because I know never to reject the one I love”
It was the first time Tate had said that he loved me since we started dating. I lent closer to him smiling up
"I know Tate but know I will never leave you I love you too much to say goodbye to you” his eyes locked with mine before leaning down and kissing me
Gotta get a job -- then I can give up elderflower cordial and live again (June 07)
I went last week to see a brilliant new documentary about Amy Winehouse. Made by the chap who also directed Senna, it uses cameraphone and home-movie footage to tell the gut-wrenchingly sad story of a talented woman drinking herself to death.
Then, of course, there’s poor old Charles Kennedy, the former Liberal Democrat leader, who died last week at 55 – exactly my age. He was an affable soul who liked what I’m sure he would have called a tincture, and a family statement says the post-mortem showed his death “was a consequence of his battle with alcoholism”.
It’s strange, isn’t it? Alcohol seems to be such a cruel and tiresomely predictable mistress. It’s blamed for a part in the demise of Janis Joplin and Keith Moon and Jim Morrison and George Best and many others, and yet most still think drinking it in vast quantities is amusing.
That’s probably because alcohol makes fully grown men fall over, which is always hysterical, and it makes women from the north of England fall out of their dresses, which is even better. Alcohol removes the inhibitions and calms the nerves. It breaks the ice and soothes the soul. Alcohol brings colour and depth to our lives, which is why, here in northern Europe where the skies are grey and the scenery is largely dull, we drink such a lot of it.
Weirdly, though, I’m surrounded these days by people who are jacking it in. Maybe their doctor has pulled one of his special serious faces, or maybe they’ve realised that each year passes more quickly than the last and that soon they’ll be in an oven. Whatever, the fact is that I regularly spend the evening at a party where no one’s drinking a thing.
Last week Katie Glass, my colleague from the shiny end of The Sunday Times, wrote a very funny piece about giving up drinking. And a few days later a chap on the Telegraph wrote about much the same thing.
Now it’s my turn. While I try to find a job, I’ve reassessed my drinking strategy. Californians have a habit of ringing at 11pm, and I realised I couldn’t think as straight as they do with their leaves and mineral water existence if I was halfway through my third bottle of Leoube.
I would love to tell you that after a couple of weeks I feel sharp and on it, but that’s not true. I feel exactly the same, only fatter because instead of drinking in front of the television at night, I nibble endlessly on party packs of Cadbury Fruit & Nut. I’m also more weary because I can’t get to sleep at night and then wake up, raring to go, at 5am.
More distressingly I find myself extremely dreary. When I’m drunk I’ll have a stab at an anecdote and hope for the best but, when I’m not, I overanalyse the story I have in mind and invariably decide it’s best not to say anything at all.
This has had an effect on my social life. Only last week a mate I’ve known for 10 years held his stag night. He has just written to me explaining why I wasn’t invited: “I thought you’d find it boring as you aren’t drinking.” I knew what he meant, though: he and his mates didn’t want to spend the evening with a miserable old sod sipping elderflower cordial.
Worse, when I do go to parties where everyone’s drunk, they all look and sound so stupid with their big beaming faces and their flirtatious ways. I just want to sit in a corner and read a book. There’s a scene in the Amy documentary where she’s trying to go straight and is overheard telling a friend at a gigantic awards ceremony that without stimulants it’s just so boring.
I felt for her, I really did, because I know what she means.
Perhaps the biggest effect, though, has been on my wallet. Because I’m not spending 40 quid a day on wine and another 40 on taxis to run me around, I’m saving more than Pounds 500 a week. But because I’m now driving everywhere, I’m spending that, and a lot more besides, on parking tickets.
That’s a side effect few people ever mention.
I suppose I should make it plain I have not given up drink for ever. I couldn’t face the thought of living with the dullard in my own head for the rest of time. And I never want to be that guy at a party who spends the evening with a holier-than-thou attitude and a supercilious face.
I want to emerge from this period of abstinence as a social drinker who can whoop it up with the best of them at an all-nighter, but then stick to the effing elderflower cordial when it’s a Wednesday and I’ve an early start.
More importantly, if you can’t enjoy a glass of wine on a lovely sunny day then you have removed one of the tent poles of civilisation from your life. You have become no better than a cow, or a rabbit.
Which brings me back to Amy Winehouse. How many times in her distressingly short life must she have made a steely-eyed decision to quit? How many times had she written a cheque that her mind simply couldn’t cash? How often did she promise to get the brakes on after two glasses and then wake up 14 hours later full of regrets? You may think it’s a salutary lesson but it isn’t really because Amy’s life was very odd. She had too much money and too much spare time and she was imprisoned by the paparazzi. Which meant she was stuck at home with nothing to do but drink more.
It’s a shoulder-sagging tale. Such prodigious talent, wasted. But the truth of the matter is this, and it’s worth remembering if you’re thinking about taking up a life of absolute sobriety: What killed Amy was something far more dangerous than alcohol. It was the thing that killed Janis and Keith and Jim and George and all the others. It’s probably what really killed good old Charles Kennedy too: fame.
A/N: So this is my first fanfic/phanfic and I hope you like it :D
As Phil sat on the couch in the lounge he heard a noise, a noise that sliced through the air like a knife through butter. A noise that he hated, dreaded, wished didn’t exist. The noise was a piece of nature, no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t ignore it. He felt the house shake beneath his feet as he curled into a ball.
So, I just wanted to say that I named the kids with the names that I like instead of calling them Y/D/N or Y/S/N coz it would be a bit complicated… I think I’m gonna use this names whenever I write about the kids, unless you request differently :) Enjoy
If you have any requests, make sure you send them to me. :D
Y/N left on holyday with her
two best friends two days ago. I just now see how much she needed it. Taking
care of three kids can be really hard for two parents, but she manages many
times on her own, due to the fact that I’m still touring around the world for
months. I was never alone with kids for more than two days until now. She’s
gone for the rest of the week. It’s been only two days and it has been… Well,
hard doesn’t even begin to describe it. I don’t really know how she feeds them
all at once or puts them to sleep. I tried almost everything, but nothing
seemed to work.
It was around 6am and I was already up. I’ve always liked early mornings and
sunrises. I was sat on the balcony when Sophia came in my room.
“Daddy?” she called out for me
“Yes baby?” I entered the room and came closer to her
“I don’t feel well daddy, my throat hurts really badly” She said almost crying
“Oh, my baby”
I lifted her up and put her on
my knees. She was burning like hell. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and put her
in our bed, covering her up.
“Stay right here, kitten, daddy’s
gonna put you some cartoons and go get some medicine to make you feel better,
okay?” she nodded
I turned on my laptop and let
her watch Megamind, it was her
favorite cartoon. I passed by boys’ room and closed their bedroom door and went
into kitchen trying to find some medicine and called my mum.
“What’s the matter, love?”
“Sophia is sick and I don’t know what to do, I can’t find any medicine and I can’t
just leave the house with three kids alone, what should I do?”
“Oh dear, well first don’t let the boys come near, check her temperature, if it’s
not that high just make her some soup and if it is high you are going to need
to get some medicine…Does she have a sore throat?”
“Yeah, she did complain about it”
“Warm up some milk and put some sugar in it, that should help…”
“Okay, I’ll call you if there’s anything else” “And there will be, so don’t hold
back dear and if you need any help taking care of all of them while she’s sick
Rob and I will come up, okay?” “I don’t think that’ll be necessary but thanks anyway, talk to you soon, tell
Rob I said hi, love you.” “Will do, love you dear”
I put the phone aside and wormed
up some milk and some put sugar. I made sure it wasn’t too hot and went up
“Daddy Megamind ran away”
“Oh that bad guy”
“He’s not bad daddy”
“Oh, I’m sorry, little bug, here drink this, it will make you throat feel
She slowly drank the milk and then I checked her temperature, it wasn’t really
high so I went to prepare the only soup that she eats. I was chopping
vegetables when I felt I light punch on my thigh.
“Ouch Finn, you’re getting
stronger” I tell him
“I’ve been practicing, just like you do”
“I can see that… Is Benji still asleep?”
“Yeah, where’s Soph?”
“She’s in my bed; she’s not feeling well so she needs to rest today”
“Does that mean we won’t go to the park today?”
“I’m afraid so, I’m sorry”
“That’s okay, will just go when she starts feeling better”
I told Finn to go wake up
Benjamin and I made them some breakfast. I ran up to see how my baby girl was doing
and she was sound asleep. I went back down and played with the boys for a
while, but Sophia didn’t sleep for long, she woke up by nine and didn’t want to
be separated from her brothers. We were all in the living room watching TV.
Sophia was in my arms, Finn on the other couch and Benjamin was on the floor,
he had this phase. When the soup was done I tried to give it to Finn and
Benjamin also, but they were refusing to come even near it.
By noon, boys were getting
impatient with being inside and started jumping up and down making Sophia
nervous. I tried calming them down, but they would never last longer than 5
minutes. Sophia was getting worse throughout the day, and so were the boys. I
had to give them lunch one by one. Sophia was in a lot of pain and started
crying that her tummy hurts and I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to call and
ask my mum, but I didn’t have the time. I had to take care of a sick two year
old and run after two hyperactive four year olds. I also tried letting them
play PlayStation, but that didn’t keep them occupied for long. Sophia was
really clingy as we all are when we’re sick and just wanted to be held and boys
started playing football inside the house almost braking Y/Ns favorite glass vase.
I took the ball from them which made them both cry and that made Sophia cry
again. I was on the edge of my nerves. I put Soph on the couch and took boys upstairs.
I put their favorite movie on and told them to stay there. Went back to Sophia
and calmed her down fed her with soup again and put her to sleep. It was 6pm by
now which meant Y/N was about to call and just as I thought of her, my phone
rang. I went into the kitchen and answered her.
“Hi, love, are you having fun in Austria?”
“I sure am, how are things back home?”
“It’s chaos over here, Soph is sick so I couldn’t take boys out and they’ve been
running around the house the entire day and Soph barely stopped crying. I
finally calmed them down, though I don’t know for how long…”
“Do you want me to come back and help you out, I don’t want you to stress
“Don’t even think you can come home before Sunday, everything will be okay…”
And in this moment I heard a
loud thud and then Finn screaming at Benjamin as the both of them were running
down the stairs resulting in Benjamin falling down hurting himself and he started crying, again.
“Listen, I have to go take
care of this situation before Soph wakes up” but it was already too late
because she also started crying. “And there’s that, I’ll talk to you tonight,
lots of love, my lady”
“Love you too monkey!”
I put the phone down and went
to see whats going on. I checked if Benjamin broke anything, but he didn’t. I
tried calming them down but it was impossible. So I just gave up and took my
phone and decided to call my mum.
“Is everything all right, son?”
“How soon can you and Rob come up here mum?”
*Alternate ending to S2 EP5 * Content may trigger*
I had found myself at a point where nothing looked or sounded the same anymore. The party and the music that surrounded me seconds ago had disappeared. Everything before I stepped into the bathroom had seemingly slipped from the world, leaving nothing but me, Saul and the sound of the lock snapping into place.
There were times when I could hear my voice blasting through the house to mum, or across the pub to the gang, these times made me know I was just a horribly loud person. But here, right now, the sound that could usually brake glass was gone…I couldn’t hear it blasting anymore. It was as if it had been drowned into the crowd and music and had dissolved leaving me with no defence.
He slammed me into the sink, drunkenly trying to manoeuvre me over to the wall. I couldn’t hear anything. I knew I was screaming ‘no’, ‘stop’. I knew I was pushing him away over and over, but I couldn’t hear a thing, nothing but him telling me that I wanted it, to stop pretending, I couldn’t feel anything but his body harshly pressed to mine and his hands violently grabbing every part of my body. I tried to fade away like everything else had. I tried to imagine being in the caravan again with Finn. But the more I remembered the dim light of the candles, the soft mattress beneath me and the faint smell of whatever deodorant Finn was wearing that lingered in the air, the more I could feel the cold, hard wall behind me, the more I could smell beer and sweat seeping from Saul’s body onto mine. So I closed my eyes tightly as my screaming turned to crying, I tried to remember Finns hands slowly and gently undoing the buttons of my jacket, I forced myself so much that my brain hurt trying to jump into the memory, where I could feel his lips melting into mine. But there was no way I could hang onto it when I felt Saul’s hands pulling at my shirt to rip it open just enough to slide his hand into to grab at my chest as his other hand squeezed my wrist tightly behind my back, digging his fingers into my skin where ever he touched me, I could feel his tongue run over my neck up to my cheek and I knew there was no way that I could be anywhere else but right here and right now. He fumbled around with his pants trying to hold me down at the same time. There was never a second when I thought about any movement I was making. I just acted. I paused against him so hard that he lost his balance, just for a second and I moved frantically over to door. As my quick but shaking hand met the lock I felt Saul grab me and pull me back. I stumbled into the wall and tried to stop myself from falling but it was pointless. He flew at me and tacked me to the ground so hard that I was sure that the tiles had cracked under my back as he landed on me.
His body was heavy on mine, pinning me to the floor as he used one hand to wrap around my throat as he started to undo my pants. This was it. It was over. I cried so hard that my throat hurt even more as I choked and he suddenly leaned into it as I struggled to breathe, putting all his weight on my neck as he tried to get my pants of and I tried to hopelessly pull his hand of me so I could breathe. Out of nowhere a banging began to break into the tiny room. Saul froze as the voices called that we get out. I struggled and let out a weak scream as I shuffled back up against the wall in terror, putting as much distance between us as possible. He looked over at me angrily as my voice erupted through the bathroom, knowing they would be able to hear me, even though their relentless attempts to open the door by shaking the door handle and banging and yelling. Without thinking Saul was off his knees and at the door, undoing the lock in one swift movement as he fled from the room. The drunk couple stumbled in barley noticing me, but continuing to tell me to get out. I jumped to my feet and started trying to fix my clothes as I ran from the room, down the hall and out onto the street.
For some reason no matter how much pain I was in, no matter how much I wanted to run and hide somewhere, all I could think about was being with Finn in my bedroom before the party with Finn, I realised now that I didn’t even know how safe I felt with him. How safe I was with him. Something in my brain told me that if I could just be with him, that none of it would matter, that I could pretend that none of it had even happened. At the very least I needed to tell him that I needed him to stay. That I was wrong. That everything I did was just fucking wrong… and now I had paid the price for it.
I got to his place and stood outside in the cold and the dark, looking up at his window. It was the only light on in the house and I could faintly make out his form through the curtains moving around through his bedroom. Suddenly I felt so stupid. I felt like I was doing the wrong thing coming over here in the middle of the night, I thought that I should just go home, that I should just let him leave….that I should just let him be. But I couldn’t move, not an inch, no matter how much I wanted too, my feet were planted into the pavement. But it didn’t matter whether I decided to see him or not, just standing this close to him gave me the only comfort I could get without actually going in. His front door suddenly swung open, He squinted through the dark and took a step forward, “Rae is that you?” he asked walking towards me. “Yeah” I answered as I walked towards him, away from the small amount of vision offered from the streetlights. “Come inside silly you’ll catch your death out ere”, He reached out and took my hand in his and led me from the darkness of the street into the darkness of his house. He walked slowly up the stairs in front of me quietly, I assumed he was trying not to wake his dad but I didn’t ask, I just followed him and the faint sound of music that drifted lightly in the air from behind his bedroom door.
He opened the door and I walked in past him, into the bright familiar room and sat on the edge of the bed. I closed my hands together on my lap and looked down at them, wishing they hadn’t suddenly started trembling when I noticed the marks on my wrists, I pulled my sleeves down over them, fidgeting with the material of my jacket trying to cover as much skin as the fabric would allow, but I could feel the panic setting in, I could feel my body starting to throb in pain and I wanted nothing more than to just sink into this bed and hide from the world. “Rae”, all my thought were interrupted by the sound of concern in his voice as he whispered my name with fear. I looked up and met his eyes and within seconds he filled the space between us and fell onto the mattress next to me, “Rae wha happened” he asked in a panic that I had never seen before as his eyes continually scanned me up and down, over and over frantically. My head shook in response as I tried to turn away from him, I felt one of his hands cover my knee and the other place on my shoulder as he tried to turn me back to face him. I could hear myself chanting that I was ok, a light whisper over and over, but I’m not sure if I was talking to him or me self. “Rae, please you gotta tell me what happened” he asked, speaking to quickly as he succeeded in turning me to face him, my eyes met his and I knew I couldn’t pretend everything was ok. As I looked at him waiting for me to speak, I could see his lip trembling and his muscles tightened. I wanted tell him everything but it didn’t beat my want to scream, I wanted to be angry but the way Finn looked at me just turned my anger into hurt. I tried to talk but my words were so shaky and my throat hurt more than before, “Finn, I … I”. I couldn’t finish, his face suddenly broke into a sad confusion that I only saw for a second before he pulled me into his arms. His hand rubbed my back unknowingly soothing the spots that had been slammed into tiles earlier. I gasped for air quietly into him, Finns name escaping my lips through my cries, “It’s ok Rea, I’m here, you’re safe” he whispered into my ear, over and over. He stopped asking what had happened and kept his arms around me. I don’t know how long we stayed like that for. I knew that hours must of have passed. I laid on Finns bed next to him, my crying had turned to a weak panting that flew in and out of my mouth as Finn stroked my hair, Finns head rested on my shoulder trying to calm me with the light movements of his hands and his face pressed into my cheek. After a long time he leaned forward and propped himself up, leaning his head into his hand as he continued running his hands through my hair, he continued on silently until I felt him wipe the hair of my neck, suddenly he sat up and moved the collar of my jacket to reveal the marks covering my neck. The concern that had only seconds ago washed over his faced was quickly replaced with rage. “You went to that party with Chloe”, it wasn’t a question, more like he just wanted me to verify what he already knew. He didn’t wait for me to say anything, he just kept starring at my neck letting himself fill with rage, “Rae, where ya with Chloe’s friend? The one from the carnival?”, I looked up at him, wanting to say something, but there was nothing I could say to take that look from his eyes, nothing I could say to make all of this go away. But Finn didn’t need an answer. He looked at me laying under him and something in the silence told him everything he needed to know. “Right” he spoke calmly but with a dark edge as he jumped to his feet. He walked over and got his jacket from the floor putting it on, then slipping into his shoes, “I’ll be right back Rae”. I sat up quickly as he walked over to the door, he turned back to face me seeing me shaking my head at the realization of what he was doing, but I could see in his eyes that he was already gone, “Stay here Rae, ok”, he didn’t wait for a response as he slipped out of the room closing the door so quietly behind him that it barely made a sound.
I sat looking around the empty room from the safety of his bed, I wanted to go to the bathroom and try to clean myself up so I wouldn’t look so horrible but the thought of facing the mirror did not help the process of trying to calm down. I pulled the covers back and climbed under them, pulling the sheets over my head so that I was completely hidden from the world. When Finn was here I could think about his hands softly placed on mine, his fingers lightly gliding through my hair but now there was no distraction. I could feel my eyes filling with tears again, even though I knew it was impossible for me to cry anymore. I laid still staring into the white clean fabric, remembering Saul’s lips being dragged over mine and his tongue over the skin on my neck that he dug his teeth into. I could think about nothing else as my eyes grew too heavy to hold and I fell asleep thinking the most horrible things… things that broke my heart.
I was half asleep when I heard the door slowly open. I rubbed my eyes but didn’t pull the blankets away, a part of me even wanted to hide away from Finn but I knew it definitely wouldn’t help. I felt the mattress suddenly dip and I could feel him crawling up beside me and I got a new wave of panic, wondering if he was ok. I expected him to pull the blankets away but instead he climbed under them with me. The sight of him took my breath away…as usual. He didn’t say anything, but he reached out with his hand to wipe the hair from my face and I noticed his bruised swollen fists, but saw no other marks on him. The sight of him fine in front of me relaxed me but I just didn’t know what I was meant to say, I couldn’t stop myself from feeling stupid for being at the party to begin with, for being anywhere near someone like Saul, but more than that I felt embarrassed… but I didn’t know why. “Rae” Finn quietly whispered, I looked to his face, to see his nervous expression as he slid his hand over to mine, He looked down at his thumb rubbing the inside of my palm and struggled to talk, his words flowed out with pain and terror that was no shown on his face, his eyes that looked at our hands wrapped into each other were soft and thoughtful, “Did he hurt you Rae?” he asked suddenly meeting my eyes again with fear. He had seen the bruise on my neck, but I knew that wasn’t what he meant, “no” I let out quietly, “but he tried” he said almost through his teeth as his jaw clenched. I nodded and started trying to explain myself but the words came out in a jumble, Finn looked at me and shook his head, pulling me into his arms again before I could keep trying to form words, before I could apologize for putting him through all of this…
The first time was when I was 5 and a dog bite me on the face (I still have a little mark in my cheek but its nearly invisible)
The second time was when I was 8. We were carrying a large piece of glass in the car and my mom suddenly braked and the glass hit my eyebrow, really close to my eye (thats why I have a scar in the right eyebrow)
notice how we "bees" stay in our lane and dont care about other teams. yet so many ppl trying their very best to be funny and outright use what they call 'banter' to insult our team every fucking time??? when we really hit back, they can't deal and piss talk amongst themselves. tragic.
They make fun of us because:
We are poor.
We are broke fans.
Jürgen is leaving us.
We aren’t in champions league.
Because we were going to go to Bundesliga 2…but I guess they can’t laugh anymore
Because apparently we couldn’t keep our “best players”.
They make fun of us because they had to give us money to save us from bankruptcy.
Also let’s not forget….
They accuse Marco Reus of being a criminal.
Weidenfeller is a homophone…homophone…hahahah.
They call us racist every single time they feel like, because they forget all of a sudden what their team has done.
It’s okay for them to wish Mitch to die, but then it’s not fucking okay if we boo at Mario and throw him beer.
They throw stones at our buss and brake the glass, but it’s not okay to throw bananas at Neuer, because apparently throwing bananas at someone who is WHITe is racist ???? logic much.
They blog about us more than their own team.
I’ve probably aged 4 years trying to reason with all this logic and i’m so drained man, you have no idea.
You move away, pack up the last eighteen years into boxes, place them gently in the attics and throw away the key. The memories don’t matter, because the next few months will define you, the past doesn’t matter any longer.
You’re alone in a new city. But you keep running, dodging the hard pain in your stomach, you made the wrong choice, again. Run, get away. Dawn to dusk, spinning your wheels through the mud. You learn how to fake a smile with the best of them. Smile when they ask how you like it. Laugh with your head tilted back when they tell you what is going on back home.
Days flow into months, you realize everything is wrong. Binging has become a way to run even faster away. Watch as you’re spiraling, flashbacks to the past, the teacups are controlling you. But you remember, you swore off the past. But then, the brick wall appears, everyone comes back around, you can finally speak clear.
You cry through the pain and laugh through the tears. Begging yourself to relax, move back home. Question your decision every time the skies shake. Write down the memories of the last few months, but this time, hold on to the key. Drag yourself back up the stairs, collect eighteen years of memories.
Stop lying to yourself, written in sharpie against the green walls, remember who you were, she hasn’t gone that far. Ask yourself again, did you make the right decision? Swallow your pride as you throw away the last cigarette, promise you will never let another man change you, only to realize, you have not see the worse, at least not yet.
It’s pouring now, throw the car in reverse, fly out of the driveway, you’ only done it a million times. But this time shatter, feel yourself accelerate but this time, you have no brake. Next, you wake, broken glass, soft spring rain. Collect your scars, left as memories, accept you are all you have left.