#look it’s 5:20am and i’m tired
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his choice
summary: at the end of the day, haechan chooses you despite the distance in time and proximity. but why do you feel so... guilty?
notes: idol!haechan, long distance relationship, no amount of fluff detected in this fic lol 221130 haechan i have real feelings for you
genre: angst | word count: 1.4k
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“baby?”, haechan says on the other line.
“haech… hi.”
you were laying on your bed. it has been a long, tiring week. on the other hand, haechan was sitting in front of his laptop. he was trying to fix his phone, trying to find the right angle for you to see his face clearly via facetime. once he felt everything is settled, he just stared at you. he can’t help but smile at your loving features. you are still beautiful as ever, he thought.
but you can see he was also exhausted. his eyes were kind of droopy, longing for some good night sleep. but he decided to stay up to accompany you while you twist and turn, and find the right sleeping position until you fall asleep.
“not going to bed, haech?”
“i’ll let you sleep first, baby.”
then a faint smile slowly crept on your face.
you thought it was cute. he is still the haechan you knew when he mustered up the courage to say he likes you on that one night in that one september night. you thought it was funny, even. he cannot look you in the eyes when he confessed, shy and all. it was unusual for someone who is loved by plenty to still giggle and blush like a little kid. haechan remains humble, head on the clouds but feet on the ground. and that is why despite the doubts and risks of accepting his love, you took the leap of faith, and haechan never failed to make you feel special every single day.
but with the tremendous amount of work lined up in his unpredictable schedule, you cannot help but feel… sorry.
you would be lying if you say you purposely did not answer some of his calls because he was persistent to see you when he gets the chance to do so.
january 16, 1:07am | haech wrote:
january 16, 1:07am | haech wrote:
where were you?
you weren’t picking up :(
you can almost hear haechan sulking as you read his text.
january 16, 2:15am | you wrote:
just out, haechan.
january 16, 2:16am | haech wrote:
tell me about your day? :)
there were at least six missed calls that you refused to answer before this. as you watched your phone vibrating, you just wished he would… stop. it was also two in the morning from where he is, currently touring and all, while you just came back from work and slept. timezones, the distance; you can’t help but to wonder why he still stays.
january 16, 2:20am | you wrote:
tired, baby.
january 16, 2:20am | haech wrote:
just five minutes, please?
but you just left him on read. the way he waited for you to response as he replied instantly for your texts is already bothering you. you also clearly did not know back then why you would do such a thing to haechan until weeks passed by…
it never occurred to you what exactly it was until you have seen him yawning and falling asleep as the both of you catch up on what has been going on with your lives. you clearly knew it was guilty to have him around while he was struggling to maintain his life and work. the guilt rushed in when he started texting almost apologetic messages saying “i’m sorry, i fell asleep.”, “have a great day, baby! i know you could do it!”, and the recent and out-of-the-blue text message he sent that sent you the urge to hit the block button for his own good:
january 28, 5:55am | haech wrote:
baby. i hope you never get tired of me… of this. i know it has been a rough couple of weeks of us being in different parts of the world. you don’t know how much i want to hold you, kiss you, and hug you at every chance i get. please wait for me to come home. please never be tired. i’m willing to work this out. i’ll make time for you, baby.
don't leave me, please?
and by that time, you knew haechan has been also feeling you were about to back down. it is just that the assumed reasons were different. haechan feels he was losing you because of the lack of time and distance he spends with you, and you, on the other hand, are willing to sacrifice this love that you wanted to keep for a long so he could continue living freely.
so you decided to talk to haechan tonight.
he deserved to at least receive a proper goodbye.
“what time is it there, haech?”
“it’s…” haechan looked at his watch, eyebrows scrunched and all, “two-thirty a.m.”
“aren’t you tired?”
“not when i see you, baby.”
you felt like your heart is about to burst from being squeezed so tightly. you removed your phone from your face and let the camera face in front of the ceiling. you were suppressing your whimpers. it hurts to hear those words; those words that were carefully curated for you to be heard so you would be convinced he is enduring it all when he is not. and giving up the fight is only the answer you have.
“baby…?” haechan asks for you. “still there?”
“yeah, yeah.” you wiped your tears away and faked a forced smile for him to see. you picked up your phone and made sure he could not see any hints of you hurting. “just… picked up something.”
“oh, okay.”
you can hear haechan singing baekhyun’s love again, and you just smiled through the entire mini-show, exclusively for you. he loved singing and sharing his favorite songs with you. you were never a fan of ballads until he came into your life, and suddenly everything felt at ease. but you had to ask before you.
“does it get tiring sometimes, haech?”
“what do you mean?”
“this.”
he looked straight at the camera and stopped the music playing in the background. haechan kind of stood still for seconds, bracing himself on where this conversation is going. but he responded upfront and with no hesitations.
“never.”
“why?” you asked.
“because it’s you.”
“why do you still stay?”
“because it’s you.”
“why do you keep saying it’s me?”
“because i love you.”
haechan can feel the series of questions from you being said so nonchalantly and so monotonously. he already knows your walls are building themselves up as he continuously answers. it was frustrating to see that you were no longer convinced, that the i love yous no longer work.
“stop saying that, haechan.”
“it’s haech.”
“what do i even do for you?”
“you—you make me happy, baby.”
“just go to sleep, haechan.”
“i won’t.”
“why?”
“because i know i won’t be seeing you in the morning after this.”
and you know he was right. you were already consumed by the thought of leaving and convinced he makes himself strong in front of you despite the circumstances.
but haechan is not ready to give it all up, not just yet.
“listen to me, baby. please?”
you turned off your camera, and you can see haechan slightly panicking. but he had to keep his composure still.
“every day, i choose you. my heart chooses you. i come back to you because my heart says so—that you keep me sane. you keep me feeling things; that you keep me afloat; that you keep me human.” haechan insists.
“you are that tiny light that i see whenever i come back to my apartment; and when i see it, it feels like someone’s waiting for me to come home, baby.
you are that someone, baby. you love me because i can fall crumbling and all because you are my home. and you accept my flaws.
it doesn’t matter if i’m tired and all, because you’re… you’re my rest.”
you let out sobs and your cries were no longer able to be contained. haechan waits for you on the other line to open your camera, or at least say something back. he anxiously taps his foot on the floor.
you picked up your phone and there he was, staring intently at a blank screen, biting his lower lip and teary-eyed.
“loving someone is a choice.
and every day, i choose you.”
and before you end the call, you heard him saying:
"i love you so much.
come back to me, baby, please?”
would you?
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~Jimmy Keene: The Story of Us.
Note: I’m not sure how good this is but I really like how it turned out. It’s super cute and really made my heart melt.
Please keep in mind that there is probably a plethora of mistakes etc. in this but please ignore them.
For the very last time, please enjoy!
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5:20am was never a time that Mia woke up at but one week into having a newborn, her body was already trained to start the day earlier. Normally she was ok with that but being woken up at that time with painful postpartum contractions were not something Mia envisioned for her Saturday morning, especially since she and Jimmy had agreed to go for a walk today.
Mia laid in her spot for a minute trying to decide if the cramps were bad enough to do anything about. After about a second, Mia decided that they were bad, and she knew that the only thing that would help her was to sit on the toilet. So mis threw the covers off her body and stiffly sat up, trying not to aggravate the swelling that had occurred down there.
She quietly trudged to the bathroom, turned the light on and sat down on the toilet. She was on there for about a minute or two when Jimmy appeared in the doorway rubbing his eyes.
“You ok?” He asked huskily as a yawn escaped his mouth.
“Contractions.” Mia replied as she hid her face in her hands.
It wasn’t that she was embarrassed, it was more for the fact that the lights were bright, and her body was so exhausted.
“Can I do anything?” He asked as he sat down on the edge of the tub.
“Hold my hand?” Mia replied as she held her hand out for him to take.
Jimmy smiled and took hold of her hand.
They sat like that for another minute before Paisley could be heard whimpering through her baby monitor.
“I’ll go, you get back to bed and get comfortable.” Jimmy told his wife, helping her to stand and pull her pants and underwear back up.
“Thanks Jim.” Mia said.
“Love you.” He mumbled as he disappeared from the room.
Mia laid back down in the bed and she would have stayed awake, but her eyes were way too heavy, and the sleep took over as soon as her head hit the pillow again.
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A few hours later Mia was still sleeping, and Jimmy was wide awake not knowing what to do with himself as both of his girls were sound asleep. Sure he could go back to sleep himself but what good would that do when the house needed to be cleaned and he was hungry and to be honest, itching to work out.
Jimmy yawned and carefully got out of bed and went to the closet to find his grey workout shorts.
When he was ready felt good to go, Jimmy headed downstairs with the baby monitor in hand so that he could hear when his daughter needed him.
Of course he barely stepped foot in the home gym when the baby made her needs known. Jimmy sighed but happily rushed up the stairs to his little girl.
“Good morning Pais, did you have a good sleep?” He asked as he picked up the newborn. Paisley immediately stopped her cries and settled in her dad’s arms.
“Goodness missy, you need a diaper change.” Jimmy noted as he smelled the poop wafting from her soiled diaper.
Jimmy laid Paisley down on her change pad and went about changing her.
When she had a fresh Diaper on, Jimmy picked her back up and went to her closet where Mia had an array of baby clothes stocked.
“Ok, let’s see.” Jimmy said as he went through the sweet little onesies he and Mia had bought for their daughter when they found out Mia was pregnant.
Finally, Jimmy settled on a onesie that was covered in small delicate duckies. It looked so cute on the baby that it made Jimmy’s heart melt. She was all her mama.
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At 9:12am, Mia woke up and stretched. Yes, she was still tired, but she felt more rested, and she was about to turn over to go back to sleep when she heard the blender start up downstairs.
She smiled to herself and got out of bed and went to the bathroom so she could shower and freshen up a bit before joining her husband and daughter for breakfast.
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“Well, hello.” Mia said as she walked downstairs to see Jimmy pouring his protein shake in a cup with one hand while his cheek rested on Paisley’s head to stop her head from moving. It was really cute to see but what made it even more comical was the fact that Paisley was peeking over his burp rag clad shoulder almost as though she was checking to see who was disrupting her time with her dad.
“Morning babe.” Mia said as she kissed his bare shoulder before kissing Paisley’s head.
“How are you feeling?” Jimmy asked as he turned to face Mia.
“Still tired but a bit better. Thank you for letting me sleep.” Mia replied.
“Good.” He replied.
“Nice shorts Mr. Keene.” Mia whispered in his ear as she lightly smacked his butt.
Jimmy chuckled and winked at her. He knew that she loved it when he wore those specific shorts.
Mia was going to say something else, but Paisley beat her to it and started rooting and crying.
“Come here honey.” Mia said as she gently took the baby from Jimmy.
Mia walked over to the couch so that she could nurse paisley.
“There we go.” Mia said, feeling proud that she and Paisley had a really good breastfeeding system now.
Breastfeeding came easy at first but after a couple of days, Paisley appeared to be struggling which caused so much pain for Mia as her nipples felt as though they had been cut by a million tiny shards of glass. Some nights she even cried while Jimmy did everything he did to help his wife.
Jimmy stayed in the kitchen and made breakfast for Mia and cleaned up as he watched on. He was so proud of Mia for everything she had gone through. She was so strong and so brave. She made his world so much better. In his eyes, he’d be lost without her.
“The house looks good baby, thanks for cleaning it.” Mia said over her shoulder as she continued to nurse the baby.
Jimmy looked over at his wife and smiled.
“You’re welcome but you won’t be saying that when you hear what I found while I was cleaning.” Jimmy told her mischievously.
“Oh god, what?” Mia cringed, thinking of what he was on about.
“Your old ballet recital tapes.” He said.
Mia grunted. She did enjoy ballet when she was younger but now that she was older and so out of touch with it, she kind of loathed it, especially since it caused so many ankle issues now.
“Where did you find them?” Mia asked, moving to burp Paisley.
“Nowhere in particular.” He answered nonchalantly.
“We aren’t watching them.” Mia told him and he playfully pouted at her as he came over to where she was sitting.
When he was comfortable, he took the burp rag from Mia’s shoulder and took the baby so that he could finish burping her.
“Why not? I thought we could show Paisley how cute you were.” Jimmy whined, sticking his bottom lip out as paisley looked at him with wide eyes as she let out the biggest burp she could muster.
Mia giggled and Jimmy smiled.
“That’s my girl.” Jimmy praised, kissing the baby’s small cheek.
“Fine, we can watch them.” Mia said, leaning back.
“But.” Jimmy said, knowing there was more.
“We have to watch your old home movies too.” Mia said as a smirk grew on her face.
Jimmy just looked at her. Sure he liked reliving the old days but as he got older and now had a family, he’d much rather focus on the now and what the future held for him.
“We could make some popcorn and spend the day showing Paisley our story. Hell we could watch our wedding video.” Mia suggested.
“You just had breakfast.” Jimmy said.
Mia shrugged.
“So, I’m breastfeeding. I’m hungry all the time.” She told him, making him chuckle.
“Why don’t you pick the tape you want to show her first and we’ll go make some popcorn.” Jimmy said as he and Paisley headed for the kitchen.
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Once the popcorn was ready, Jimmy and the baby rejoined Mia on the couch and Mia covered them all in a warm blanket as Jimmy situated the big bowl in front of him and Mia so they could both reach.
“Alright, let’s watch the story of us.” Mia said as Jimmy pressed play.
Mia laid her head Jimmy’s shoulder as they watched a tiny Mia frolic about the stage in her bright pink tutu.
“I love you so much.” Jimmy said softly as the same tiny Mia waved at the camera.
“I love you so much too.” Mia replied.
“Forever and always?” Jimmy asked.
Mia looked at him and kissed him tenderly.
“Forever and always.” Mia told him before kissing him tenderly once more before they turned back to the screen, reliving their pasts and showing their daughter their stories.
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maidboyfriend!THOMA + s/o story
Hello again, humans, aliens and ogres
this is my another story, this time i’ll write with maid thoma
its 5:20AM. send help
category: fluff (IDK???)
characters: thoma, s/o
author’s note: maybe I will delete this, i’m not so sure about this text
TAKING REQUESTS!
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-Hey, Poppet! Wake up!-
I opened my eyes lazily, and saw our housemaid, Thoma, already cleaning my room. How was he not tired? It was 6 a.m, and he goes to sleep really late... Is he a robot or something? I got up from bed, and Thoma gave me small kiss.
-I told you, Thoma... Don't call me poppet! Not here..."
I forgot to tell you...Thoma was also my secret boyfriend. We were together for few months, and my parents still don't know about this. They can't know about our relationship, what would happen if Thoma would lose this job? This would be a tragedy! Thoma just smiled and whispered.
-Don't worry. They won't know anything, trust me. -
I couldn't say anything. I just blushed, like a stupid teenager. When Thoma saw my reaction, he just laughed and went back to cleaning. I took some clothes from my wardrobe, and changed to my school uniform. I went to the kitchen, only to see my parents sitting on the couch, drinking coffee. I said "Hi!" to them, and got some breakfast. Guess who made it... The answer is Thoma. The only minus is, he makes WAY too much food for us, and we end up throwing leftover food to the trash can. Anyway, when I got something to eat, I left to catch the School bus.
During my ride, I saw a new cafe in my city. It looked great, so I immiedately got an idea. Why won't I go there with Thoma after my lessons? We could spend some time together, without my parents knowledge.
When I got home from school, I threw my backpack and I lay down on bed. Few minutes later, Thoma came to my room in a hurry. He was really tired...What happened?
-I-I'M SORRY Y/N!-
-What happened, Thoma? What's going on?-
-I-I...-
-Yes?-
-...I forgot to make dinner. I'm so sorry!-
Seeing his troubled face, I couldn't hold it anymore. I bursted out laughing. After few seconds of laughter, Thoma looked at me, and I said to him.
-Thoma...It's okay! I was afraid that you destroyed something, or something else...-
Thoma... sometimes, he would just kill me with his behavior. He takes his job too seriously. I know he's happy to be here, but sometimes, even the best makes mistakes. My parents would say the same. Luckily, they left few hours ago for a meeting.
-Get yourself some rest, okay? Even though you're our maid, you're also my boyfriend, right? -
-Yes, you're right... Thank you, y/n. I'll go take a bath.-
When Thoma left, I cooked some eggs and bacon for both of us. I tried to make smiley face on the plate, but I failed...I'm as good as Thoma at cooking.
After 20 minutes my boyfriend came back, and sat with me to eat. When he saw my "smiley faces" on the plate, he smiled and said to me.
-This is the most beautiful smile I have ever seen, darling.-
We both laughed, and ate everything on the plate. Thoma took the dishes and came back to me.
-Hey, Thoma...do you want to grab a coffee with me? There is a new cafe nearby.-
-Oh, sure! Why not? -
After 15 minuted of walking, we sat down at the table 5. A waiter came to us and asked for our order. With every second, I was only getting more angry. Why? I could easily see how she was looking at Thoma. If I could, I would scream to her face "He's my boyfriend, not yours!". Finally, she left, but my bad thoughts didn't stop. I could easily hear the whispers about Thoma from other girls, I could easily see their looks at him... I was getting even more jealous.
When I thought that our order came, two girls came to our table and started talking to Thoma. I was about to burst our with anger, but when I tried to tell them to leave, they would just ignore me. "Oh, you're so strong...", "You're so handsome...". I could see that Thoma was uncomfortable, but then I heard something that broke me inside. One of the girls said to Thoma.
"Why would you stay here with her? She's ugly... And we could have so much fun later."
I immediately left this cafe with tears in my eyes, and I started to walk in the direction of my house. It started to rain... Could this day be even worse? Some random girls flirted with my boyfriend, they called me ugly...and now It's raining.
When I was walking to my house, in tears, I heard a voice behind me.
"y/n! Wait for me!-"
I turned around to see Thoma... Also wet from the rain. When he finally came to me, he hugged me tightly and said.
-Im so sorry, y/n... You're not ugly, you're beautiful.."
-...-
-Y/n, listen... It's my fault. I should have told them that they should leave. "
-Thoma...Do you love me? Am I really ugly?-
Thoma kissed me on the forehead and said.
-You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I love you.-
After these words, I couldn't hold it anymore. We kissed passionately for 10 seconds, and after this great kiss, Thoma said.
-Now, let's go back home. As your maid, I have to dry your clothes...-
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if you’re reading this: love you! have a nice day/night
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11/11 daily tumblr
It is currently 1:57PM on Friday, November 11.
5:45AM - 8:15AM: I got 2.5 hours of sleep last night.
9:00AM - 10:20AM: During this time, I went to go get coffee from La La Land cafe with a few friends.
11:00AM - 12:00PM: During this time, I met up with friends on campus and had a cute picnic!
12:00PM - now: I’ve been getting work done and trying to keep myself awake.
For the rest of the evening, I plan to get work done and hopefully get some sleep, but I’m very doubtful about this goal.
Rate and Reflection: 6/10. Again, I am extremely tired. I’m glad I accidentally got very good sleep yesterday which is probably how I’m awake at the moment. My head feels clouded, but I feel relieved after taking my LS7C midterm yesterday. I thought that I was getting less sick, but I woke up this morning freezing and my cough is worse. In terms of my physical health, my back is doing better, but my leg is still more numb than normal. I think it’s because I’ve been sitting for longer periods of time. I am looking forward to sleeping and resting!
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Gartic Phone is Fun
Evening
I danced as well today but,
I'm not really feeling tired,
and everyone is being noisy 😂 lol
After yesterdays live in the dressing room,
we were reallyyyy laughing for a time,
Even on my Instastory,
I posted a short video like,
Its laughing bag~
It felt like that excitement continued into today!
It seems like it was like that now and yesterday into the night 😕 lol
Its like I'm with everyone everyday--
Thats right! The last thing I wrote on yesterdays blog,
It was about Gartic Phone,
its a drawing message game but
You draw on your smart phone,
it can be pretty difficult,
since the time given to you is short,
there are a lot of girls who just draw something absurd 🤣 lol
(For honors sake I will not give out names)←
Its funny how they convey the subject like, Eh!?
Thats the game 🎮️
When I was into Among Us too,
I would earnestly play it in the dressing room with Team Wind but,
I'm also into this......
To all of the members
Lets definitely play it again this weekend 💙
(Don't let them think I'm doing that kind of thing all the time 😕 )
📺️
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FULL CHORUS ~Music is a Full Course~ One Night Only Revival Special!
Um! This program has greatttlyyy helped us out!
Full Chorus-san are doing things on one night only 💛
I'm happy! Joyful!
📺️
The other day on #HelloProDanceAcademy,
the new member was decided!!
You can watch it from Amazon Prime here!
Next time,
10/20 (Thurs) 11:30PM~
"Hello Pro Dance Academy Season 8"
We'll be challenging HOUSE in the first half 🕺
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My memories of the 10th generation are here 😌🍀
Thanks for your hard work today as well!!!
see you ayumin <3
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Why not now
TW: Sh;Su!c!de;ED
I look at my phone and the bright light makes me squint. Without even looking I turn the brightness down, after doing that movement for the 1000th time I slowly open my eyes. 3am. I’m still not asleep and I don’t think I will be at any point this night. The thoughts rush through my head as my gaze falls on the box I hid in the corner of my room. Deep down I feel something telling me not to do it yet I do not care. Heaving myself out of the bed I yawn and immediately start to get dizzy. Slowly walking, or rather stumbling, I reach the box, grab it and make my way back to the bed. I open it, the blade is full of blood. “It’s been ages since I’ve lasted washed it.”, I say to myself. Then I take the knife out. Oh, how much I despise it, nevertheless I need it. Putting it to my skin, I take a deep breath and start counting. Once back and forth, twice back and forth, three times, four times - I can feel the unsharpened blade ripping at my skin, still, stopping is not an option - five times, six times... I count on ‘till I get to twentie, only then I raise the knife. Immediately the blood comes out and I estimate the cut to be 1mm deep.”That’s not to deep, the plaster can wait”, I tell myself. Now I’m in some kind of rush and I lead the blade to my skin again and again. I’m to tired to count how many new cuts I have now, there’s just about enough energy left to put the knife away. The most important thing to do is to fall asleep before the guilt feeling kicks in, but I better not think about that. Better not think about anything to be honest, afterall that’s the reason I even cut. Shit! Why’d I think about it!? I feel the tears coming up in my eyes, although I’m not able to let them flow. Without even thinking about it I raise my hand and slap myself in the face. “Pull yourself together”, I mumble. Then I hit myself again and again and again until I finally break down on my bed weighing back and forth. I close my eyes. “Why not now? If I’m going to do it why not now? Afterall the knife is already here and I bet it’s not hard to find out where the carotid artery is... What did I just think!?”, I pull myself out of those thoughts, knowing I will ruin everyones lifes by doing it. Still my head keeps wandering of to a bridge, a knife, a building... I decide to look at the time. 3:20am. This night will never be over. I put myself in a more comfortable position and stare at the ceiling. After about 5 minues I can’t do it anymore and since I’ve only jogged half my route today I decide to do some exercises. The adrenalin woke me up, so I put on music, take my earbuds and start doing my usual exercises. I do push-up after push-up. After I’m done I fall on my bed for the third time this night. 2 hours left, until I have to wake up, so why not just bridge it with some tiktok. Opening my phone again I remember to note my mishap from an hour earlier in I Am Sober. Not that it would matter, afterall my streak was only 1 1/2 days. Though I feel the aching in my chest again. Quickly I close the app and open Tiktok. The two hours pass quicker than the rest of the night and before I know it I have to get up and put on my clothes. I don’t even bother to check the weather app anymore, it’s gonna be unbearably hot anyway. Those damn scars. I already used my thin shirt yesterday so today I pick a grey, way to warm turtleneck. I do everything in my power to not think about last night to much, since I can’t afford a panic attack infront of my family. “Take a deep breath!” then I’m already at the breakfast table. Pouring about two spoons of cereal in my bowl being careful noone notices how little of a meal that is. They wouldn’t understand but I know, that I weigh way to much plus, I’ve not fainted yet and I still eat a little bit so dying from it is unlikely, right? I get up from my seat and put on my shoes. The way to my school is just about ten minutes, but I’m so tired I plan in 15 to be safe. The next 2 to 3 hours are pretty uneventful. We won’t have any tests in the next month, so most of the lessons I sit through by doodling on my notebook. Every few seconds I look up to not seem too uninterested, so I can avoid being called on. And then the thought comes back. “Why not now? If I run out of the classroom fast enough I can get up the stairs to the highest storie. A fall from that height would definitely be deadly. It would all be so easy.” For the second time today I have to remind myself, that it would be so selfish of me to ruin everyones lifes. I have to stay alive, I have to help others, because they need my help. I nearly break my pencil, that’s how hard I’ve been pushing it into the pages of my notebook, without even noticing it. But nothing, that I do stops me from having thoughts about it and eventhough I can barely edure it I think “Why not now?”
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Casper The Musical On Cassette
Well, guess who decided to crawl back into this blog after saying that I would take a break from researching the musical? Me! But to be fair, I wasn’t exactly looking for anything Casper related at all. Anyway, you know how Casper started off as a stage show at Butlins and there was 2 other shows, Spiderman and The Mask? I was looking for screenshots and I came across this.
Now, what I think is interesting is that up to this point, there was never an implication that these soundtracks came in cassette tapes. Only CDs. It makes me wonder if Casper and The Mask were in tapes as well but I have yet to find any evidence. Obviously won’t go on a long search looking for them since all 3 soundtracks are on Youtube but images would be nice at least. Yeah this isn’t related to Casper per se but I thought that this would be interesting to post. If there is anyone who have info on this, let me know!
#casper the musical#1999 UK production#misc (?)#spiderman on stage#the mask musical#butlins#look it’s 5:20am and i’m tired
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i’m in love
goodnight tumblr followers
(i’m v close to calling y’all oomfs just cause ik someone who hates it but yk what i won’t cause i’m nice 😇)
#it is indeed 5am#i have indeed Not Slept#if you actually look at my posts let me know because i own you an apology#idk if future me will remember this or if i’m too tired but i kind of hope i don’t#that’d be funny imagine future me finding this tumblr post#to future me i am past me and i think that’s pretty funky#anyway#happy 5:19am y’all#night!!!#5:20am now#gn 4 realz now b4 someone realises i’m awake and yells at me#and someone in this case is my discord friends who i love v much but also they care about my sleep#night!#happy 5:21am!!
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not such a merry christmas
corpse husband x reader
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hi hi so it’s 4:20am lmao i’m not kidding
so i know i said i wasn’t going to be on over christmas but christmas wrapped up late for me and i wasn’t ready to sleep and i just started writing and this is what came of it. i know that christmas isn’t always exactly a happy time for everyone bc family and holidays can be complicated sometimes. so if ur struggling or experiencing anything negative or just not rly enjoying christmas. this ones for u friend and i’m sending love ur way
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You had mixed feelings about this time of year.
The holidays.
On one hand, it meant you had some free time to enjoy some quality time with your nearest and dearest. And on another hand, it meant that you would be potentially finding yourself in situations where you would be spending time with family members who you would maybe rather not spend time with.
When you were young, Christmas always felt so magical. Now you were older, Christmas felt more like an anxiety inducing chore.
You’d talked to Corpse about your family a many of times, because for the most part, you really did love your family so much. You felt lucky to have been born into the family you were - again, for the most part. There was one particular sibling who you wouldn’t include in those feelings. Unfortunately, toxic people existed and extra unfortunately, sometimes those people were related to you. After four months of being with Corpse, he thought he had come to learn all of who were apart of your family. But then you were reminiscing on a childhood memory and when sharing it with your boyfriend, he heard a name he hadn’t heard before. When he questioned you on it, he noticed the immediate change in you. The smile left your face and you went timid and very quickly, you shifted the conversation topic. You were acting in a way he had never seen you be like before, usually you were so open and talkative and here was a brother you had never mentioned and definitely didn’t want to talk about.
He didn’t push it any further that day, figuring you would tell him when you were ready. That time came in November, on the 25th.
You remembered it well, Corpse was going through his emails when he asked you, “Baby, what’s the date?”
“November twenty-fi-” You cut yourself off.
“What?”
You were silent for a moment, you didn’t realise that Christmas had snuck up this quickly. It was only a month away.
“Baby?”
“Sorry- um,” you glanced to him, giving him a meek smile before continuing, “it’s November 25th.”
He noticed that shift in you again. “Are you okay?”
And on that day, you opened up to him. Told him about the terrible memories that haunted days that should have and could have been really happy days had it not been for a bullying, negative family member. How now, you seemed to dread Christmas because of this fact.
“Why don’t you just not go?” Corpse had questioned you, he said it as if it was the most clear outcome, but it wasn’t like for you. It was so much easier for him to say that then it was for you to do.
“I couldn’t do that to the rest of my family.”
“Why? You can see them on any other day?”
“It’s Christmas, I couldn’t not go.”
“It’s just the same as any other day if you think about it.” As much as he had cared and listened to you opening up to him, it was hard for him to understand you on this. You grew up in vastly different family dynamics.
“Not to my family, it’s important.”
The two of you continued to go back and forth for a little bit before you realised the stubbornness you both shared wasn’t going to allow you to take in the other’s perspective.
In fact, the two of you didn’t speak about it again until two days before Christmas Eve. You were spending the day together because you were planning on leaving that night to stay at your parents house until boxing day. And as your leaving time was drawing closer and closer, it was visibly clear to Corpse how anxious you were feeling about it.
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“(Y/N),” he had called for you attention and you looked to him, “I really don’t want you to go.”
A soft smile was offered to him. “I’m going.”
“But I can fucking see how this is affecting you. You’re dreading it, please don’t go.”
You sighed before answering him. “I have to go.”
“No you don’t.”
“I do.”
“Why?”
“Please, Corpse, I don’t want to go over this again. I’m already feeling nervous about it.”
“Then stay with me for Christmas, you won’t have to feel nervous about anything, we can just be here having our own good time.”
You knew he was just trying to be there for you, but it seemed this was not something the two of you could find a common ground on. “It’s not that simple.”
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But if only it had been that simple. If only you had listened to Corpse. Because you wouldn’t be where you were right now. Sitting in your car with tears running down your face. It was 5:05pm in the afternoon on Christmas Day and you’d made a dash out the front door while everyone else sat down to eat dinner. You had tried your best to stay strong, to ignore your toxic brother but when someone was constantly saying and doing things to try to bring you down, you’d broken. You wished you could pull it together, so you could go back inside for the people you wanted to be with, but you truly couldn’t take it any longer. You would call and apologise to your Mother tomorrow, you felt bad for leaving her the most.
You shouldn’t have been driving in the state you were in, tears kept blurring your vision and your mind was so distracted you knew you really weren’t paying enough attention. But by some miracle, you had made it to where you wanted to be. And in one piece and it wasn’t your own place. You were parked out the front of Corpse’s place and how you just longed to be in his arms right now.
Heavy feet carried you to his front door and before you could get the chance to knock, Corpse had already swung the door open.
“Thought I saw your car pull up- oh, fuck,” His tone was happy at first, surprised with happiness that you were there until he took notice of the state you were in. Your foundation was streaked by the thick and fast tears that had fallen down your cheeks. Your mascara and eyeliner tracked black lines, too. Your nose had the makeup removed from it and it was displaying red due to the amount of times you’d rubbed at it. And oddly enough, a Santa Hat was still sitting atop your head. Corpse had never seen a more gloomy Christmas Hat appearance. “Baby, c’mere.”
He wouldn’t hesitate to stretch out his arms to pull you in close and you so gladly accepted. When you were resting against him, his arms would be holding you so tight and yours clutching at his hoodie he was wearing, he’d kick his foot out to shut the front door once the two of you were inside. Small sobs were already leaving your body, but feeling the familiar and protective grip of Corpse really just made you break more. You were safe here, you were safe with him, you could get out any emotion you needed to, and so you did.
Sobs wracked your entire frame, it was loud, vocal and physical crying. Corpse had seen you cry before, but never like this. It was hurting him to see you so hurt. He was so concerned for you, he didn’t have to ask if you were okay, your display was making it clear you weren’t. When he could start to feel your feet starting to give out and your weight became heavier against him, and he not only heard but also felt you choking on your own cries and starting to really struggle to breathe, he felt the need to do more.
Gently, he’d bring you down to the floor with him. He’d sit with his back against the wall and grab your thighs to have you sit in his lap, your legs straddling him. He would pull you in tight enough so your chest and torso was completely against his, the two of you couldn’t be brought any closer if you tried.
“I need you to try taking some deep breaths for me.” He’d tell you right in your ear, needing you to hear him over your violent cries. And so you did, but each one was uneven and would catch in your throat and make you cough.
His hand would be rubbing big, deliberate, heavy circles into your back with a force to make its presence known, a tactic he hoped would calm you. He was caught off guard to see you like this, but after opening up to him about your toxic sibling and how anxious you had been to be around him again, he wasn’t exactly shocked. He was so concerned for you but a part of him was also furious that someone had treated you in such a terrible way to put you in this state. He now wished he had worked harder in getting you to stay with him, if you were with him, you were safe, he wouldn’t let harm - especially like this - come to you.
“I’m here.” Corpse would assure you with a longing kiss to the side of your head, rocking you back and forth.
And eventually, while sitting there, being cradled in his arms, your cries would quieten, your sobs wouldn’t make you shake so violently and your breathing would return to a more regular state.
“Feel better?” He’d ask you once you reached that more stable point and you’d nod your head from its place against his neck before doing a much needed yawn. “You’re tired?”
“Exhausted.” You’d confirm.
“Should we go lay down?” He was still holding you so strongly and securely but being so gentle with how he spoke to you.
“Yeah, I want to get some painkillers first, though, my head hurts.”
“Want to take off the Santa hat?”
“No.”
“What, why?” Your answer surprised him.
“I’ve had it on all day, I’ll have really bad hat hair.” You admitted and Corpse laughed and had you been in a better mood, you would have joined in on the laughter. But it did lift your spirits to even just simply hear him laugh.
“I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”
“It will be.”
Corpse laughed softly again and shook his head slightly and when he felt you relax against him again, he brought up his hand to quickly pull the hat from your head.
“Hey!” You lifted your head then and he was relieved to see no more build up of tears in your eyes anymore.
“You’ll feel better without it on.” He argued your protest, smiling a small smile and you couldn’t help but to mirror it, which made Corpse elated to see.
“Okay, but don’t you dare look at my hat hair.” You told him and because he knew your eyes were on his, he intentionally lifted his eyes to your hair. “Corpse!” You called his name with a laugh and he was so happy to hear you laugh instead of cry. “Stop it.” You spoke through more giggles and your hands came up to land on your head over your hair until Corpse grabbed your wrists and moved your hands out of the way. “Hey!” Squirming your arms to get your wrists out of his grasp. Once you freed them, you’d place your hands over his eyes.
“Baby, let me look at your beautiful hat hair.”
“No!” You both would laugh then and this time when your boyfriend took hold of your hands to move them off of his eyes, it would be soft and he’d lift them to bring back his vision and bring your hands down a little to place kisses into the palms on each of your hands.
“You know you don’t have to hide anything from me, right?” On the surface, it could’ve sounded like Corpse was talking about just the hat hair, but on a deeper level, he meant this so wholeheartedly, and you understood.
So you’d nod. “I know. Thank you.”
And Corpse knew that once again, when you were ready you’d tell him about what took place on that Christmas Day, but for right now, he didn’t need to know. All he needed to know is that now you were okay and you were safe and you were with him.
“I love you, (Y/N).”
“I love you, too.”
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𝙎𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙈𝙞𝙙𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 (𝙔. 𝙉𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙮𝙖 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)
~~𝕂𝕖𝕪~~
(Y/N) = Your Name
(Y/F/C) = Your Favorite Candy
(S/F) = Slurpee Flavor
(Y/N/N) = Your Nick Name
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☆.｡.:* Yu Nishinoya x Female Reader .｡.:*☆
☆.｡.:* Fluff .｡.:*☆
(Y/N) POV
'Ughhhhhh, why is homework so hard- i need another break' I glanced over at my clock to see that it is currently
"oh shit it's already 11pm-? I'm not even tired..." hmmmmm, oooh I want (Y/F/C). Those are always good. I walked over to the kitchen and started searching but didn't find any.
Me: hey u up?
noy(a)eet: yeah Daichi's basically making me suffer
Me: what did you do
noy(a)eet: i DiDnT dO aNyThInG
noy(a)eet: he wants me to study cuz i apparently "goof off" all the time
Me: lol it do be true tho
Me: n e ways, wanna go get slurpees-?
noy(a)eet: at 11:12pm fuck yeah let's go
Me: betbet meet you there
I put on a hoodie and started to walk to 7 Eleven. My mom's probably asleep, she would've said something. By the time I got inside I saw the short libero already getting a coco cola flavored slurpee. I went up next to him, getting a small (S/F) one.
"Heya stranger" He said, glancing at me, before grabbing a straw and starting drinking his.
"you better not be fucking hyper in 5 minutes, I ain't dealing with that-"
"EvEn iF i DiD iT wOnT bE tHaT bAd"
"We'd be walking home and you'd try to do the rolling thunder and just like, roll into the middle of the road."
"but you would stop me righttt?"
"no"
"damn that's cold-" We both laughed after a while, then got some candy. He got gummy sharks, and of course, I got (Y/F/C). We then payed, and started walking to my apartment.
"Are we really just going to go back?" Noya asked.
"nah, actually, I found a cool little thingy, like, it was a secret staircase to the roof."
"w o a h, really??"
"yup, so just wanna chill up there?"
"sure!" We both made our way and was now just chilling looking at the sky.
"yo what time is it?" i asked, looking at him.
"11:50-"
"wow"
"hey do you want to watch Jibaku?" He asked a couple of minutes later, holding his phone.
"Yeah sure" He used his slurpee cup to hold his phone up and started the show. After two episodes I subconsciously put my head on his shoulder. Of course he noticed, and blushed, but me being brain-dead because it's 12:20am caused me to not even realize. After 10 more minutes was when I dozed off, and 30 more 'till he woke me up.
"Hey (Y/N/N), wake up.." I heard him say softly, shaking me a little.
"oh, sorry" I mumbled, looking at him.
"It's fine, but, we should probably get back." He started to grab his remaining gummy sharks, putting them in his pocket, then putting his hand out so I can get up. Once I was up, we both made our way back to my door.
"Hey uh, (Y/N/N)?" I turned around to face him, but then felt a pair of lips on mine. He soon pulled away, looking at me to see any emotions.
"tastes like coke-" I said after a while.
"I hate you"
"if you hate me then why'd you kiss me?"
"I hate you but I love you-"
"....I love you too" He looked at me with a shocked expression and then hugged me, with the biggest smile I've ever seen. We then pulled away after a minute or two.
"soooo, theennnn, we're dating?" He asked
"yeah, guess we are"
"okay then! Um, I should probably go back home, see you tomorrow babe!!" He said before running back to his house. I went back to my room, put all my homework away, and then fell on my bed.
~~~~~~𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬~~~~~~
Noy(a)eet: you didnt say bye back >:C
Me: yOu rAn aWaY-
Noy(a)eet: oh yeah
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(Modern!AU Webgott idea. Longish? Will eventually be called true bluish light. Tell me if this is interesting lol
Rated C for mentions of Joe's poor COVID protocol)
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The blackout curtains that hung over the single window in the somewhat narrow bedroom were intensely effective, shrouding the occupants of the bed in a heavy darkness that even the daylight outside could not permeate. The still potent smell of sex lingered over the room, sweat and saliva and everything else casting a gross and homey aroma over the rumpled sheets and discarded clothing along the floor. Just around the edges of the curtain was a thin, white glow, but beyond that absent suggestion of light the room remained dark and still, as though nobody was there at all.
Pulling in a deep breath, Joe admitted he really shouldn’t have been there.
Shouldn’t have stayed the night, at least, if anything for the sake of his own reputation. He’s not typically one to go full spoons with a stranger (or, practically a stranger) no matter how good the sex had been, and he’s definitely never been one to spend the night somewhere that is not his bed. He’s spent years crafting his bed, has read actual magazine articles about how to create the best, most comfortable space, and after many years of hard work he is lucky enough to have created what many have called the Coziest Place in America. Suffice it to say, he does not like to spend a night in someone else's bed and he doesn’t think he needs to apologize for it.
This bed isn’t the worst, though.
And the guy that came with it wasn’t the worst either, he had to say. Joe had been ready to delete the app that led him to this guy and his bed, but it’s funny what a ‘ping’ on a lonely Friday night after nearly a year of no sex could do. Turns out that celibacy has made him into a fucking cuddler.
He’s not all that sorry about it. Keeping his distance from contact with other humans has handily prevented him from catching COVID thus far, and not everybody in his circle can say the same thing, as Tab had caught it first out of all of them via an ill-timed jaunt to Miami and Lip had had it twice now by virtue of his shoddy lungs and over-eagerness to lend a hand to people in his building. But a year is long, and half a bottle of cold Kim Crawford accomplished a lot at diminishing his capacity to give a shit about anything other than getting some attention on his dick. As long as the guy had sworn he tested negative, which he had, and Joe himself had tested negative, which he was, he saw no reason not to waltz into a total strangers apartment to merrily screw for as long as they both could stand to.
And it turns out this guy can stand a lot.
Joe has to admit at least half the reason he spent the night was that he actually was exhausted by the sheer voracity of their fucking. They oughta hand out medals for this shit, or something.
He finds himself smiling as he lets his mind wander over their earnestly passionate exploits of just a few hours past, and proceeds to let his eyes linger on the form of his companion. Though the room outside the warm enclosure of the blankets is a little cool the guy has one bare leg stretched out along the sheets, pressed up tightly against Joe’s own blanketed legs, with the remaining covers bundled against his chest. Resting mostly sideways on his belly, his face is turned towards Joe in sleep, mashed into the pillows and yet somehow managing to look as effortlessly gorgeous as he had looked in his photos on the app. His body moves with deep breaths, the steady inhale and exhale in combination with the sheltering warmth of the blanket nearly lulling Joe back to sleep.
Nearly.
He needed to get up, at the very least to find his phone and check the time. As carefully as he could he extracted his body from the tangle of covers, stepping lightly onto the carpet with his eyes on the other guy's face all the while, mindful not to disturb him. The night before he hadn’t even bothered to check his messages before passing out, and as such headed straight for the amorphous blob of his pants that rested just a foot away from the bed, crouching and reaching into his back pocket to grab his phone.
He hadn’t told Babe where he was going, as he’d only gathered the stones to go circa 11p.m. and he figured Babe was either asleep or performing his Getting Ready to Fuck routine and wouldn’t want to be disturbed. He almost feels sorry for Babe, who had loved the idea of dating a future doctor until this year when the sexiness of it was side-swiped by the actual danger the position entailed. As such, the Getting Ready to Fuck routine had an extra layer of manic energy to it, and Joe knew better than to try and pull Babe’s attention away from the hours preceding Gene’s rare, rare, rare visits to the apartment.
Even so, the amount of message icons he was presented with was unexpected to say the least.
He raised his eyebrows, nearly humming in interest as he noted the time. Jesus Christ, these blackout curtains are really worth their salt if it was nearly noon.
Tapping into his messages, he found a trickle of anxiety rolling down his spine.
FRI AT 11:42PM
Babe
Hey where r u?
I gotta talk to you
SAT AT 12:00AM
Babe
Are you coming back?? Srs need to talk
Feb 5 12:00AM
Missed call/Mobile
Babe
SAT AT 12:02AM
Gene Roe
Hi Joe, it’s Gene. idk if i gave you my number?
Trying to get a hold of you, call/text when you get a chance
Thanks
SAT AT 12:20AM
C h u c k
Babe is trying to find you
Feb 5 12:30AM
Missed call/Mobile
Babe
SAT AT 12:50AM
Speirs Ron
Why am i getting texts at 12:45 at night asking me to find you?
Well, something is fucking happening. And he’s at least 100% sure he wants no fucking part of it because any drama that starts after 11p.m. is the drama of the goddamn devil.
Fighting not to heave an enormous sigh, Joe reluctantly acknowledges that he should pull his clothes on and get out of here if there really is an emergency in the vicinity of his roommate. Looking back over his naked shoulder Joe tries to catch a glance at the guy in the bed, at the length of his bare leg in the semi-darkness, and the angle of his shoulder protruding from the blankets where he curled. He’d happily get back in that bed and go another round or five.
As though alerted to Joe’s presence by the cosmos, his phone begins buzzing in his hand. Huffing in annoyance, he attempts to reject the call at least until he can get out of the room, but throws himself off kilter and bangs his elbow into the bedside table, jostling a glass of water and a pile of paperbacks.
“Shit,” he curses, grasping at his elbow and shooting a glance back to the guy, whose eyes are already open and alerted to the noise.
Damn it.
The guy blinks slowly, bleary, for a moment before pulling his face from his pillows and angling up onto his side. “Hi,” he greets softly, running a hand through his mussed hair.
“Hi,” Joe nods back, grimacing. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
The guy shakes his head, looking for all intents and purposes like he means it. “Not at all,” he sniffs, meeting Joe’s eyes in the darkness with a still-sleepy smile. “What time is it?”
“Oh man, it’s like noon.”
Furrowing his brow, the guy nods back before shooting Joe a wry smile. “We tired ourselves out, huh?”
Joe laughs, seeing his phone light up in his hand with a new message. “Speak for yourself.”
At the interested quirk of the other man’s brow Joe hastily gives a shake of his head and stands. “I’ll get out of your hair quick, no worries, just be a minute.”
The guy frowns, sitting up in the bed to let the blankets pool around his hips, hands coming to rest between his legs. “Oh, well, don’t feel like you have to.”
Joe pauses, pants in hand. “Oh, it’s not -”
“I mean, if you want to go then for sure, but like…” the guy waves a hand, pursing his lips before smiling and coughing out a laugh. “Are you hungry? I have eggs, I can make you something before you go.”
He hesitates, eyes pivoting from the guy, to his phone still in his hand, and back to the guy and his open, expectant face. After a moment, he clears his throat. “You know, I could eat.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, I could, could you?”
The guy smiles, and even in this mostly dark room Joe can see he has dimples and has to hold himself back from practically swooning, cursing his half-drunk self of the night prior for not remembering exactly how attractive this guy was. “I could use some coffee, is what I can use,” he says, stretching his arms over his head, and Joe is treated to the sight of his bare, bitten up chest. Usually he doesn’t take much notice of his partner's body hair, but as he lets his eyes trace over the guy's chest and legs as he moves to stand he finds himself clearing his throat and getting a little warm along his neck.
“Yeah, tell me about it,” he responded distractedly, pulling his eyes away from the luscious sight of the guy's ass as he bends to retrieve his underwear and instead moving to put his own on. After a second thought he pulls on his shirt as well; might do him some good if he finds himself flushing up at just a glimpse of this guy's ass.
As he slips his shirt over his head, the guy turns to him with a bit of a sheepish look on his face. “Can I admit something?” he asks, lips scrunched.
Joe pauses, still grasping the hem of his shirt. “What?”
“I…” he starts, before chuckling somewhat awkwardly. “I don’t totally remember your name...”
A fair bit of relief surges through him at that, and Joe finds himself huffing out a laugh of his own, and adds another one at the half-embarrassed and half-expectant smile the guy gives him. “Can I admit something back?”
“What?”
“I don’t remember yours either.”
The guy's eyes widen minutely, before he tips his head back and laughs, nodding gently as he rubs a hand over his face. “Is it bad manners to say that’s a relief?”
“I think it’s alright as long as neither of us care,” Joe said, pushing his hair back, before stepping up to the guy and extending a hand. “I’m Joe.”
The guy grasped his hand in a sure grip. “David,” he replied with a little shake of their hands, before leaning in and pressing a dry kiss to Joe’s cheek. “Nice to meet you.”
Joe turned his face into David’s, catching his lips in a tender, if chaste, kiss. “Nice to meet you.”
#webgott#modern!au#it's my personal hc that joe not only loves to be in bed but is Very particular about it#mentioned:baberoe#this AU sponsored by Kim Crawford
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50 questions tag
was tagged by @alexandrgeorgiev and @powerblais thank you sm babes
1. what is the color of your hair brush? pink and black
2. name a food you never eat? liver, tripe, brussels sprouts
3. are you typically too warm or too cold? both actually but more often i’m too cold
4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? driving home and listening to music
5. what’s your favorite candy bar? uh i don’t really like candy bards but kinder bueno (the white one) i guess
6. have you ever been to a professional sports game? yep been to a bunch of hockey games
7. what was the last thing you said out loud? “yeah”
8. what is your favorite ice cream? hageen dazs strawberry cheesecake and b&j’s cookie dough
9. what was the last thing you had to drink? water
10. do you like your wallet? i guess so! just need to organize it a bit
11. what was the last thing you ate? an ice cream sandwich
12. did you buy any new clothing last week? nope i’m on an everything buying ban
13. what’s the last sporting event you watched? dallas vs tampa game 5
14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? regular
15. who was the last person you sent a text to? rj aka @carter-hearts
16. ever go camping? nope
17. do you take your vitamins? lol never
18. do you regularly attend a place of worship? i’m not religious so no
19. do you have a tan? kind of?? it was accidental and it’s v ugly
20. do you prefer chinese or pizza? ugh both but i guess pizza
21. do you drink soda through straws? yes otherwise it’s too ‘spicy’ lmao i hate soda so there’s also that
22. what color socks do you usually wear? black
23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? i don’t have a drivers license 😬
24. what terrifies you? dating, men, public speaking/speaking in front of other people, new experiences
25. look to your left, what do you see? a window
26. what chore do you hate the most? cleaning the bathroom
27. what do you think when you hear an australian accent? hella hot
28. what’s your favorite soda? i guess schweps tangerine or sprite
29. do you ever go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? usually go in because i’m in love with mcdonalds coffee and the one closest to work doesn’t have a drive thru so
30. what’s your favorite number? 13
31. who’s the last person you talked to? once again rj
32. favorite cut of beef? don’t eat beef 😬
33. last song you listened to? tarapana by severina
34. last book you read? the hand on the wall by maureen johnson
35. favorite day of the week? friday
36. can you say the alphabet backwards? probably but like v slowly
37. how do you like your coffee? uh strong base, 1:1 coffee and milk ratio, sugar (depends on the amount of coffee)
38. favorite pair of shoes? either heeled ankle boots or platform old skool vans (in other words if they makes me taller, i love them) the boots make me almost 6’1 🥰
39. time you normally get up? 4:20am
40. do you prefer sunrise or sunset? both but maybe sunset?
41. describe your kitchen plates? white, round, v basic
42. how many blankets are on your bed? 3 bc i’m cold af
43. describe your kitchen at the moment? uh slightly messy, some things need to be put away but otherwise it’s okay
44. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? vodka redbull or absolut vodka raspberry and lemon mix
45. do you play cards? no >:( i used to be great at blackjack and i’d like to learn again but i’d also love to learn other things
46. what color is your car? i don’t have a car
47. can you change a tire? nope
48. favorite state? (let’s pretend that says country; only picking amongst the ones i’ve been to) italy
49. favorite job you’ve had? i was a company mail carrier on trains and i absolutely loved it i mean i read soooo many books during those two years
50. tagging: @savebyhellebuyck @goaliehugs @prettyboyroope @carter-hearts @mtkachuk @farfrombucky @captainkreider @capbennie @marc-andrefleury @miroheyskanen
#tag games#I DONT KNOW HOW TO PUT IN A ‘read more’ SEGMENT ON MOBILE TUMBLR SO IM SORRY FOR THE LONG POST#y’all know the drill: pls don’t feel pressured to do it and only do it if you want to
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Thor Peak, A Winter Hike from Whitney Portal Road
With limited snowfall throughout California, I had the opportunity to climb in the High Sierra in mid January. I wanted to climb Thor Peak because it resides in the Whitney Zone and it was outside permit season. I called the Lone Pine ranger station all week, and while it was clear that the road to Whitney Portal was closed, no one was able to give me a clear answer as to where the closure started. I spent the day before climbing several desert peaks, and since I was kind of in the area, I decided to drive to the visitor center in Lone Pine to see for myself. Upon arriving, I found a reduced staff due to Covid, and the only person there was a cashier who had no knowledge of the road conditions. Apparently it was safe enough to have someone onsite to sell merchandize, but not safe enough to have someone onsite to advise on the latest mountain conditions. Alas, I decided to drive all the way up Whitney Portal Road to see for myself. There is one giant switchback on the road to the trailhead. At the base of the switchback there was a Road Closed sign, however there was no gate. I decided to drive past this sign, and while I felt a little uneasy at first, I found many cars parked along the road up above. There were some sections of road covered with snow and ice, so 4WD and snow tires were definitely good to have. I finally reached a closed gate at 7,549 ft. Starting here would add an extra 3 miles and 800 ft of elevation gain to my day, but I felt this was well within reason. I sat at the road closure sign and meditated for an hour, doing my best to acclimatize over that short period. I drove back down to town where I booked a room and informed Asaka that I planned to stay one more night. I was exhausted from a poor nights rest the night before, so I got an early dinner and retired to my room. I cranked the heater and watched some playoff football before going to bed.
I woke up in the dark the next morning and packed the car. I ate some leftover pizza for breakfast as I drove the lonely road up towards the portal. Judging by the large amount of cars parked alongside the road, it was clear that I would not be the only one on the mountain that day. I was able to find a parking spot within a hundred yards of the locked gate. I started off up the pavement under headlamp just after 5:30am. After a half mile or so, snow completely cover the road. I alternated between walking on icy and snowy sections, finding the easiest stuff to walk on somewhere in between. After a mile and a half I made it to the usual parking lot, and shortly after I took a right up the Whitney Trail. The snow dissipated as I switched back up the canyon. I guess most of the snow resides at the bottom of the canyon where there is minimal daytime sunlight. Light began to crest over the Inyo Mountains shortly after I began up the trail.
I had been up the trail five weeks earlier, so much was familiar. This time I had the luxury of getting a later start so I had plenty of light before reaching the North Fork of Lone Pine Creek.
There was snow up the canyon, but the trail was well trodden and it was obvious to know where to go. The snow cushioned each step. It was the best type of snow to walk on.
-Ebersbacher Ledges
As I ascended the Ebersbacher Ledges I got my first view of Thor Peak.
I saw my first group as I neared Lower Boyscout Lake. I asked the group of three where they were coming from, but this question is almost meaningless here since almost every time I am told Mt Whitney. I asked if they summited and the one who I assumed was the lead sharply said no. The other two he was with had big smiles on their faces. I could only shed sympathy on the disappointed hiker as I myself had been in similar situations, not making it to the summit due to going with a group that was not up to task. Mt Whitney peered down on us from above.
I made it to Lower Boyscout Lake and was surprised to find almost no snow on the northern facing aspect of Thor Peak. I know snow makes steep climbing easier at times, but I was thankful that I didn’t have to deal with taking out any extra gear. I said hello to a backpacker meditating on a large rock in the fresh morning air then crossed the creek.
I left the trail shortly after and began up the talus field leading towards the ridge above me. I looked back at the route to Cleaver Col, which I used to access Tunnabora Peak the month prior.
-Mt Whitney
-Mt Russell, Mt Carillon, The Cleaver & Gambler’s Special.
At first I was having an okay time scrambling up some large boulders, but as I got higher, the boulders thinned out and I was stuck in some loose scree. This was a bad case of two steps up, one step down, and in some cases it was even two steps up, two steps down. I found myself on all fours and by this time I was wishing that there had been snow on this section. After suffering for a bit, I finally found myself back on rock and was able to scramble the remaining distance to the top of the ridge. I had a front row seat for views of Mt Inyo, Keynot Peak, Voon Meng Leow Peak, Survivor Peak & New York Butte.
The summit was now clearly in sight.
What ensued was about a thousand feet of slowly steepening hiking. I followed a use trail at first but this disappeared as I neared the top. There was some easy scrambling on the final section and I reached the summit at 10:20am. To the west was Mt Whitney.
To the northwest were Mt Russell, Mt Carillon and Gambler's Special.
To the east were the Inyo Mountains.
To the southeast was Lone Pine Peak.
To the south were Mt Irvine and Mt McAdie.
I could see why the peak is recommended by the Sierra Peaks Section. While this peak doesn't have much prominence, it provides a nice perch in the middle of the surrounding giants. Rather than return the same way I came, I decided to make a loop out of it. To my south were cliffs and the ridge towards Mt Whitney didn't look trivial. I followed this for a while, looking for the opportunity to drop to the southern slopes below. I couldn't find anything that looked easier than class 4, so I kept on searching. I recalled a trip report which described descending through a notch. I was able to find a window, and while I'm not sure if this was the aforementioned notch, I was able to downclimb from here down to class 2 sandy slopes below.
Once on sandy slopes, I plunge stepped down towards Mirror Lake. I remember trip reports highlighted some cliffs, and I was able to avoid these pretty easily.
From there I walked down grassy slopes. I was enjoying my day and then wham, I was on the ground. I slipped on some ice underneath the grass and slammed myself on the hard rocks. Damn that hurt. I continued again, but this time more carefully, and I again slipped and fell. Luckily I didn't break anything but I had some big bruises afterwards.
I considered walking across the ice, but instead went around the right side of Mirror Lake. This ended up being a mistake. I found myself bushwhacking and breaking trail through waist high snow. If it weren't for that half mile section it could have been a perfect day.
I reconnected with the trail soon after. I put on my MICROspikes to get a little extra traction for the icy sections of trail, and powered myself downhill towards the car.
Prior to reaching the North Fork of Lone Pine Creek, I spotted the old Mt Whitney Trail. While unsigned, the trail looked pretty decent. I felt like a true veteran as I hiked down the steep switchbacks. I continued my quick pace down the road, and I wore my MICROspikes until there was no more snow on the road. I tried a light jog, but in the end was content to walk. I chatted with a lady for the last half mile. There was some rockfall on the road that needed to be cleared before reopening.
It took me 7 hours and 45 minutes to complete the hike. My total mileage was 13 miles so doing this hike from Whitney Portal would be a cinch. I grabbed a coffee in Lone Pine then drove back home to San Jose that afternoon.
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I Hate You, Park Jimin!
Chapter 6
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I glanced at my wristwatch. 8:20AM. I still have time before class at 9AM. I happily skipped towards the vending machine. Hmm.. what shall I drink? Coke as usual I guess..
I inserted the coins and the machine dispensed my drink. As soon as I got my hands on it, someone snatched it away from me. “Yah!” I looked up to see Jeon Jungkook. My eyes widened at his sight. His dark brown hair was curly and his bunny teeth smile was dazzling as he grinned at me.
“Hi.” He said. Him and his stupid grin.
“Yah.” I said as I tried to snatch my drink from him but he was quicker and held it above his head. I rolled my eyes and placed my hands on my waist. “What are you doing here?”
“I enrolled at this college.” He said casually, his other hand in his pocket. He was wearing an oversized knitted shirt and baggy brown pants. I noted how boyfriend his style was.
“Heol~ really?” I raised my brows at him.
“Yes and we’re in the same class.” He winked at me.
I rolled my eyes again then I resumed to snatch my drink away from him again but to no avail. He was just too tall!
“Try and catch me.” He turned on his heel and started running.
“Yah Jeon Jungkook!” I said as I chased after him. He was running towards the direction of our class that morning. I managed to snatch my drink from him just as we arrived at our class. He earned a smack on the arms from me.
Suddenly I was aware of the stares at us. Some even stopped talking at the sight of us. What surprised me the most was the sight of Park Jimin. He was leaning at Ah Young’s table and I looked at Ah Young who was equally puzzled as everyone else. Jimin however had his stare pierced at me.
I looked at Jungkook and him at me. He smirked then proceeded to saunter through the class as if he was already used to it.
Jimin then went down towards my direction. I stared at him, his expression unfathomable. He stopped right in front of me.
“We’re going to have a session today.” He said, his voice low as if he was mad at something. Before I could think of a reply, he went by me and exited the lecture hall. Blinking, I walked towards Ah Young with my head down. The class erupted with the casual conversations again. As I took my seat beside Ah Young, I glanced around and found Jungkook sitting with some boys. Glad he has some friends, I thought.
“Yah!” She smacked my hands.
“What?”
“Where were you? Jimin was looking for you!” She said in an urgent whispered voice. “My heart is still beating so fast I almost died when he came and talk to me.”
“Why was he looking for me?” I asked. Then, “Oh.” It must’ve been about the study session.
“And what’s up with you and the new boy?”
I glanced at Jungkook. “Ah. He works at the same cafe I did my part time job at.”
“Heol~ You have a knack of attracting good looking boys.” She gave me a thumbs up.
“Ah~ what are you saying.” I rolled my eyes as I took my books out.
“I mean for real, look at him. No wonder the air felt different this morning. Every girl was practically drooling over him.” She stared dreamily at Jungkook.
“Oh my god stop it!” I smacked her arms and she laughed. I glanced around. I guess her words were true. I could see girls sitting at the front rows turning their heads to stare at him. College got some new eye candies!
I was at my locker after I finished with classes later that day. I waved Ah Young goodbye as she headed home first.
“Hey.” A melodic voice greeted me.
I looked up to see Jungkook. “Hey.” I replied.
He didn’t say anything as I put my books inside. “What do you want?”
“You up for an ice cream treat?” He grinned at me.
My eyes lit up. “Are you for real?” At the same time, a few metres away from me, I spotted Park Jimin at his own locker. He was deeply staring at me.
“Of course I do. You worked hard teaching me yesterday.” Jungkook said but I wasn’t paying enough attention. I was suddenly fully aware of myself as I felt the intense gaze from across the hall. “So I’ll see you at the cafe later.”
I smiled at Jungkook. “Sure.” I said and he skipped away.
I looked down in my bag, checking whether I have everything with me before someone came and shut my locker closed. I gasped. I looked up and Jimin had his arms on the locker door, leaning against it. His orange fluffy hair looked so hot I momentarily wondered how it’d feel to run my hands through it. I gulped. He was slightly too close to me. I tilted my head back in reflex. To be honest, I still find it hard to wrap the fact that Jimin now just casually walks over to me and talk to me around my head. If the now me told me this fact a few weeks ago, I would have not believed myself.
“How did you even know the new guy?” He was frowning at me.
What? “Wow, you actually knew that there was a new student.” I raised my eyebrow at him.
“Of course I do. What do you take me as?” He faked an affronted expression.
“We worked part time job at the same place.”
“You have a part time job?” His brow creased and for a moment he looked like a lost puppy. What an adorable sight.
“Yes Jimin. Unlike you I have to work to earn money.” I rolled my eyes and proceeded to lock my locker.
“Huh.” He huffed. “So, where are we meeting today?”
“We’re not.” I answered immediately.
“Why not?”
“Because I have to go to my part time job.” I said and started to walk. “Gosh- I have no idea why I even presented the shit to him when he doesn’t even bother to remember it.” I muttered.
“I heard that!” He called out to me.
Oh shit. Without turning to look at him, I ran away.
I walked straight to the entrance of the college and turned left to head towards the bus stand. I spotted a familiar figure. Jeon Jungkook was leaning against the stand, earphones plugged into his ears. I tapped his shoulders lightly. He looked up and immediately took out one side of his earphone.
“Why are you here?” I asked.
“I’m taking the bus, duh?”
I chuckled. “You know you could walk to the cafe right?”
“I could say the same to you.”
Oops. He caught me. “I’m... a bit tired today.” I said sheepishly.
He rolled his eyes. The bus arrived then and a swarm of people queued up to ride the bus. Jungkook went in first and I followed suit behind him. The bus was full! There was no seating space available and I was only able to squeeze through only because Jungkook easily made his way in and I simply followed him.
I glanced around searching for any handle straps available but all were occupied. I decided to stand without support but it was obviously a mistake because the bus went for a brake and I lost my balance. But then I felt firm hands taking hold of my waist firmly. I looked up to see Jungkook holding me in place. He looked down at me and I was momentarily blinded by the close proximity as well as his beauty.
“Sorry.” He whispered and let go of his hands. He then held out his arms to me. “Hold this instead.”
I was touched. Indeed, Jungkook is a gentleman. I mentally screamed when I held his arm. I fangirled as I felt his firm muscle underneath. I smiled at him and muttered a thank you.
“My pleasure.” He answered simply. See? There are good guys in the world. Not every guy is a jerk... like Jimin. Whoa, scratch that thought. You are not going to go there again, Kim Hana. I cursed myself.
It was Saturday morning and I was walking back and forth in my living room. My lips starting to hurt as I kept biting into it but I ignored the pain. I glanced around my small apartment. Everything was clean and in place yet my anxiety is telling me to go and search for something to clean. God, why am I like this? Calm down, Kim Hana.
Today was the first study session with Park Jimin. And he suggested studying at my place. Why was I even stupid enough to agree in the first place? Oh I knew why, because my brain’s a complete mess and I became completely incapable of making rational decisions when he’s present. Now I can’t stop fidgeting, my anxiety is over the roof and he’s not even here!
I let out a long breath in an effort to calm myself. Kim Hana, you can go through this. Park Jimin is simply another mortal being. You are capable of handling-
Ding!
My train of thought was interrupted by the bell ringing. Oh my god- I clenched my chest as I felt my heart dropped due to shock.
I heard a knock. “Kim Hana?” His voice. Park Jimin’s familiar voice.
I gulped. Hana, you can do this. I chanted to myself as I finally dragged my feet towards the door. I took a deep breath and opened the door. There he was, standing in front of the door. He was wearing a casual black T-shirt and ripped blue jeans but still managed to look hot as hell. How does he do that?
He stared at me for a moment before asking, “Can I go in?” He asked.
I didn’t realize I was standing still, staring at him. Damn it, Hana! Control your hormones! “Y-yeah.” I stuttered as I let the door open for him and closed it once he let himself in. I swore the sound of my heartbeat was driving me crazy and my fingers were trembling. Boy, I got the ‘Jimin Effect’ hard on. I cleared my throat in an attempt to recompose myself. “Make yourself at home.” I smiled awkwardly at him.
He looked lost. So I decided to lead him inside and gestured him to sit at the living room. He took a seat at the sofa and I stood beside stiffly.
“What are you doing? Sit down.”
“Huh? Oh- yeah.” I slowly sat beside him. His eyes glanced around, appraising my small cozy apartment. “It’s not that big. But it’s comfortable enough for me. I’m sorry if it’s not up to your standard. We can always study somewhere else next time.”
“No, I like your place.” Oh? That was unexpected.
“O...kay..“ I squared up. Let’s be professional Kim Hana. I drew a breath. “Okay, we’re going to do economics today.”
And so for the next hour we embarked on a pure study session. I’d lie if I said that I was not surprised that he was actually paying attention to me although there were times I felt his gaze on me while I was busy solving questions. We were both sitting cross legged at the coffee table in my living room. After a while, my neck felt sore. I noticed Jimin does too because he tilted his head backwards and leaned against the sofa when I said we’re taking a break. I got up and made my way to the kitchen to prepare drinks for both of us.
When I went back, he turned to look at me and I carefully placed the drink in front of him. “Drinks for you.”
He didn’t say anything but he sipped the drink immediately and we both drank in silence. It was weird that the silence was not excruciating. I doubt I ever had a comfortable company in silence with a guy before. A sudden image popped in my mind.
“Can I ask you something?” I found myself asking.
He turned to look at me.
When he didn’t reply, I proceeded, “Remember when.. we were supposed to meet for discussion the first time.. at the park.. why did you.. umm.. the k-“
I appeared to have piqued his interest. He smirked and all of a sudden my entire brain became a mess and I lost words. His stare was piercing at me and I felt myself turned red.
“Nevermind.” I quickly said and looked away.
He chuckled.
Is he laughing at me? For real? I shot a look at him. “What were you thinking?” I snapped at him. I was pretty sure he knew what I was trying to address.
He stopped laughing and his expression went serious. He leaned closer. “I was thinking.. what it’d be like to taste those lips again.” He whispered to my ears.
The fuck- I gasped. I was pretty sure I was as red as tomato right now. His word sent tingles throughout my body.
“Yah! What do you think you’re doing?” I shouted at him as I pushed his shoulder away.
He legs were spread out but he had one of it folded as he rested his elbow on his knee. He tilted his head while casually continuing to sip his drink. “You’re saying all that but your expression gives it all away.”
Damn it. Me and my absolute transparent expression. “Do you really have to be such a jerk?”
He chuckled. “It’s a given. If you’re good looking, you can’t go around being an angel as well. Otherwise people might actually mistook you for one.” He winked at me.
I rolled my eyes. “So.. you’re only agreeing to this because you father set this up right?” I changed approach because I don’t want his pride to shoot up further.
He nodded, slightly frowning.
“So you have to follow every single thing he ordered you to do?”
He considered my question for a moment before nodding slowly. Huh. I guess not having a father might’ve had its own perks.
“So what kind of things does he actually tells you to do?” I asked because I was genuinely curious but seeing his expression made me wonder if I’ve stepped over the line.
He eyed me passively but suddenly he inched closer again. “Let’s stop talking about me. How about.. we talk about you?”
Me? He wants to talk about me? My brow creased. “There’s nothing to know about me. I live a very mundane and boring life Jimin. Unlike you, who lives in an interesting adventure everyday.”
He ignored my remark of him. “Have you dated before?”
I was thrown off guard by his question but I recovered quickly. What am I supposed to answer? If I answered honestly that I haven’t dated before, he’d probably think that I’m a total nerd. But I found myself slowly shaking my head anyway then took a huge gulp of my drink.
He regarded my answer for a moment. “So your first kiss was with me?”
I sputtered at his words. I panicked as I frantically searched for tissue while covering my mouth. He laughed at me and I shot a glare at him. He then handed me a tissue to which I grudgingly snatched it away from.
When I got all cleaned up, his laughter ceased as well. “I’m sorry.” He said and I froze. “I didn’t know it was that serious. If I’d known I wouldn’t have done that.”
Did Jimin just apologized to me? The rude, obnoxious, self centred, vain boy who was always involved in a fight - just apologized to me?
“But I wouldn’t say I regretted it though.” He smirked at me.
I smacked his arms and he laughed again. Should’ve known better that Jimin was and is still the playboy, a jerk who always finds his way into any girls’ pants. “It wasn’t a kiss!”
“Oh really? Do you want me to demonstrate a proper one for you?” He leaned forward and his face was now inches away from me. I gulped as he held my gaze steady. My breath hitched. I felt my whole body tensing. He then pulled himself back without warning and smirked at me. Damn it, Hana! When will you stop falling for his tricks?
“So why haven’t you ever dated before?” He was back leaning against his palm, regarding me intently.
What am I supposed to say? “I- I don’t know. No one ever.. I don’t know. I’m literally a nobody.” I shrugged.
“What a bullshit. I knew for a fact that you’ve received several confessions from boys our year back in high school but you always say no.”
My eyes widened at this fact. How on earth did he know that?
He seemed to notice my loss of words and I was glad he didn’t push me further. Instead, he changed topic. “Do you have any other siblings?”
“Nope. I’m an only kid.”
“What about your parents?”
“I only have my mom. My father’s dead.” Nope, he’s not. But he’s as good as dead.
His expression soothed. “I’m sorry.” He said softly.
I shrugged. He didn’t question me further. It still felt surreal that I’m here talking and having normal conversations with Jimin.
I cleared my throat. “Let’s just continue with our lesson.” This is totally not healthy. I need to have a calm and composed mind but who could when there’s a Park fucking Jimin in your apartment and there’s only the fucking two of you and no one fucking else is around?
“Okay.” He had a smug look on his face and I hated it so much.
We continued further with our study session. I absolutely have no idea whether I’m of any help or whether he understood what I taught him but he hadn’t been complaining either so I guess I’m not that bad. Otherwise, he can hire some other expensive tutor. Pretty sure he can afford that.
“Why doesn’t your dad hire some expensive tutor for you?” I asked.
He raised his brows at me. “Because it’s a waste of money. What’s with the random question?”
Huh. Rich people do care about money too, I guess. “Why don’t you ask for help from Namjoon sunbae, though?”
“Why are you suddenly mentioning him?” He asked, his expression irritated at the sudden mention of his best friend from his ‘annoyingly handsome group of troublemakers’ as Ah Young described.
“I mean.. he’s smart.” I said dreamily. He was one of the senior that I look up to. He was famous for his 148 IQ and he always scored so high in every examination. What’s annoying is that he doesn’t even study THAT much. I still wonder everyday why is Namjoon sunbae in that group of troublemaker.
I jumped when Jimin closed my book with a snap.
“Yah!”
He rolled his eyes. “Well, he’s going to graduate soon so he might not find the idea of tutoring his junior so appealing right?” He said and got up to his feet. “Anyway, let’s call it a day.”
“What? No! We haven’t even finished a single chapter!”
“That is your problem.” He said as he hung his bag over his shoulder.
I narrowed my eyes at him. Jerk. “Where are you going anyway?”
“Basketball date.” He said, already turning on his heels.
JIMIN POV
“There he is.” Taehyung rolled his eyes and another four pairs of eyes turned around the same time.
I jogged slightly towards the centre of the basketball court where a group of five boys sat in circle.
“Sorry I was late.” I said as I joined them.
“Where were you from anyway?” Hoseok asked.
“Kim Hana’s place.” I answered simply.
“You’ve been hanging around her a lot lately.” Seokjin remarked.
I didn’t answer but I felt Taehyung and Yoongi hyung’s eyes on me. They knew why.
Link to Chapter 7
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30 Questions
I was tagged by @hawkeish, thank you friend!!
Name/Nickname: I don’t put my name here because I don’t want students to find me 😂
Pronouns: she/her
Orientation: straight
Star sign: Gemini and PROUD
Height: 5′3″
Time: 9:20am
Birthday: June 2nd
Favourite band: This is extremely difficult as a musician but if I have to choose probably the Beatles or Queen
Favourite solo artist: Elton John
Song stuck in my head: "You're so Vain” by Carly Simon
Last movie: National Treasure
Last show: The Bachelorette (I’m so behind)
When did I create this blog: March or April??
What do I post: Dragon Age. So much Dragon Age. And the occasional shit post and fic promotion
Last thing I googled: a Greedfall quest guide
Do I get asks: Sometimes! I enjoy them :)
Why I chose my URL: I’m too obsessed with my Inquisitor and only play rogues, exclusively, ever 🗡
Following: 324 (Always looking for supportive, kind Dragon Age blogs to follow!)
Followers: 525ish
Average amount of sleep: 9 (I literally can’t function if I don’t sleep this much and I’m still always tired???)
Lucky number: I say its 7 because I like it but I don’t think it actually is
Instruments: Voice counts because I’m a classically trained soprano, but also flute and a bit of piano, ukulele, and violin. (I also had to learn trumpet, trombone, clarinet, alto saxophone, cello, double bass, and viola to about a 5th grade level which means I can put them together and play mary had a little lamb badly)
What am I wearing: christmas pjs
Dream job: forest witch
Dream trip: I’ve literally only been out of the US to go to Canada and Ireland so there are so many places I haven’t seen! But I think Greece or Austria would be really cool to visit. The list is very long though
Favourite food: If I alternated between eating nothing but chicken parmesan and tacos for the rest of my life I would be ok with that
Nationality: American (derogatory)
Favorite song: "Your Song” by Elton John
Last book read: I’m reading “The Stolen Throne” right now! I put it down and haven't picked it up in a few weeks through because I’m mad at Maric and I want him to know I’m ignoring him
Top three fictional universes I’d like to live in: The thing is, all of the fictional universes I like are places where I would most likely die within 5 minutes of living there (Thedas I’m looking at you). Except maybe my Animal Crossing Island. I could live there.
I know I took a while to do this and many of you were probably already tagged and did this already, but if you haven’t please do and tag me so I can see your answers!
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5:20am
I'm ready to go to bed now. I’m pretty tired but I am excited to finally have a place to post my thoughts, experiences, and my journey to professional and personal success!
I've started a 9-10 day liquid fast of Purification for Winter Solstice! I was a spur of the moment decision but I am looking forward to having to rely on myself for focus and drive instead of being led by my favorite distractions. I hope I can grow and learn a bit more about myself during this time and be able to find engaging online communities to join, assist, and learn from.
Gonna pass out now so good nigh-...
Er...Good morning?!
😁😁😁
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