Hi!
I've been a fan for Go Live and Wrong Number...
I saq that you're taking care of you health, and hipe everything gets better for you!
But I need to know, can I still have hopes for the comeback I need to know what will happen ππ
Hello! Both SWN and Go Live are fully planned out (in terms of the plot, some finer details and how they get there are still unknown to me) and I absolutely have plans of finishing them someday. I'm hoping I'll be able to get back to working on them before the end of the year - no promises, but that's the goal!!
Thank you for reading and caring about them, I truly am in love with both of these works and it always makes me happy to know other people enjoy them too π₯Ή
Some hints for the next chapters to hopefully tide you over:
Go Live: Suguru begins to settle into the strange routine he and Satoru seem to have built, both on camera and off. While the situation with the tattoo parlour seems out of his hands, he ends up taking control in another way: turning back to his previous relationship dynamic that Satoru seems so interested in, brushing up on some knowledge and making some more concrete plans for how to help Satoru in his content. Surely everything is under control and nothing will come of it...
Suguru doesnβt stick around for the raid, and before heβs even closed the window, there are footsteps outside his door. He barely manages to turn his desk chair before getting a lapful of Satoru, mouthing hot and wet at his neck before he even gets a chance to speak. βWhat the fuck,β Satoruβs muttering, hands already tugging at the hem of his shirt, the waistband of his sweats.Β βHm?β Itβs all Suguruβs able to get out before Satoru gets a hand around him, working him fast and rough, like heβs trying to get Suguru to full hardness in record time. He pulls back after a few moments, taking great, panting breaths as he looks down at Suguru, brow furrowed like heβs angry at being horny or something. βWho the fuck,β he says, βmakes study notes for sex?β
Sorry, Wrong Number: While Suguru and the girls continue to settle into their new living arrangements, Satoru is busy with the Fushiguro siblings. A confrontation following Tsumiki's doctor's appointment ends in some harsh words and a harsher truth he may not be ready to accept. They may not be his kids, but they are his responsibility, and he'll be damned if anyone else tries to tell him how to handle them. Meanwhile, the twins are about to face something that's been creeping around the corners of their new world, and 'Kenjaku' vents some frustrations to 'Toru' as the three of them deal with something mundane, yet frightening.
Shoko drops her cigarette to the ground, ignoring the ash tray behind him and stomping the butt out with the heel of her shoe. βSheβs been sick for three years,β she says, voice low as she meets his glare with steely eyes. βNone of the tests have given you anything. Sheβs a ball of symptoms, anxiety, and passive suicidal ideation.β Satoru bristles, but she just raises her voice. βYouβre not going to find a magic cure at the bottom of another pill bottle, or in some new electrolyte drink. This is out of your control, do you not get that? That you canβt just fix everything, and trying is just going to make things worse?β Itβs a double edged statement, cutting him deep and making his heart drop to his toes. Shoko is gazing up at him, jaw set and eyes dark. βYou donβt know everything,β he finally says, steeling his voice and straightening up. βJust because youβre a doctor doesnβt mean you know every bit of the kidsβ well-being, or mine. Iβm not giving up on them.β He takes a step back, heel kissing the edge of the curb. Shoko is still watching him, statue-still and solemn. βButt out, Sho,β he mutters, shaking his head to knock loose the decade-long deja vu. βJust stop.β
Thank you again for your interest!! I miss these works and have no plans of abandoning them. Hopefully I'll get to work on them more relatively soon :]
