#a day with you

[dis-trict9]

♡♥ A Day With You ♥♡

wc: 1870 , Warnings: Swears + 1 slur, Fluff, boys painting their nails, that should be it... You wake up early in the morning, around 6:30 AM. That's normally late for you but, considering it's your day off, you wanted to at least sleep in. You thought this day was going to be complete and absolute ass. That is, until you remember two of your best friends, Minho and Jisung, have this day off as well. Instantly, you shoot them both a text.

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These Freaks 🐰, 🐿 " Are you up or what..."

(sent)

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At the lack of response, you can only assume they are in fact, not up. With that information, you decide to get up yourself and get ready for the day even if you can't spend it with your friends. However, your thoughts change when you get a call right as you're about to get into the shower.

You pick up your phone and answer, not caring who it was since you just wanted to get your morning routine done.

When you put your phone to your ear, you instantly pull it away, going almost deaf in that one ear.

"YOU HAVE TODAY OFF AS WELL, DON'T YOU?"

Fuck, Jisung... Learn to be quiet at 6 in the morning...

"Yes, Hyung... yes I do..." You could practically hear the older smile through the phone. It just comes with being his friend.

"Minho-Hyung somehow isn't awake yet but I'll wake him! We should spend the day together, all three of us!!"

"We should but... answer me this first..." You respond, still half asleep.

"How the fuck are you so energetic... At- 6:30!?" You hear a giggle come through the other end of the phone. Did he pull an all-nighter or something?

"I've been up for a few hours, Ynnie."

Of course, he has.

"Working on lyrics or just scrolling?"

"Just scrolling."

I would hope so.

"Anyways,"

You start.

"I'm gonna get going and get ready... Don't die waking Minho up... That wouldn't be fun."

"You almost sound like you wouldn't care if I did die. You jealous that I'd be killed by him and you'd just die some regular way?"

"No. Go ahead and get ready, and we can meet somewhere. Just text me where and when.."

"Okay! Bye, Ynnie!" "Bye, Jisungie..."

With that, the call ends. Was it loud? Yes but, that's what you get for having your phone at full volume all the time.

You put your phone down and hop in the shower, the steamy water helping you wake up.

Once you get out, you dry off and get dressed.

You decided to put on a pair of light-wash jeans and a black T-shirt. Simple but you liked it. For now, at least.

You settle at your kitchen, sipping some coffee when you get a text from Jisung saying you guys could meet up around 9-10 AM. You agree on 10 AM before putting your phone in your back pocket and checking the time on the stove.

7:23

How is it 7:23 already? No idea.

You get a small crossbody bag and pack it with your keys, wallet, some gum, hand sanitizer, and clip your water bottle to the strap of it before applying some perfume/cologne and putting a few rings on to jazz your outfit up a bit.

You head out to the gas station just up the road from your apartment to gas up and get a snack or two cause who doesn't like a bag of Doritos at 7:30 AM? You would've gotten a Monster or something like that if you hadn't already had a cup of coffee and because you get practically high off stuff like that, you try your best to stay away from it.

After your little trip to the gas station, you go to the park, hoping to take a small walk and have some time to yourself on your day off instead of wasting some of it in case your day with the others turns left.

That ‘small walk’ takes pretty much all of your time. It made your legs ache a bit but that’s fine. By now, it’s about 9 AM (that’s around 1-2 hours I think, I don’t really know…). You’re sweaty now despite it being fall but mother nature has been doing her shit this year so it’s a high of 67 instead of the regular fall high of about 40 or a range of that. It doesn’t really help that the sun is out today, big and bright.

You decide to head home, jogging a bit to get to your car a smidgen faster than walking. Did it work? A bit. With a little under 30 minutes to spare, you speed home even if you passed a visible cop and ran about three red lights. 

You make it home, safe and sound, before heading to your bathroom to speed a shower, get the stink out of your hair and skin. Once you’re finished, you come out smelling of coconuts and with just enough time to rush an outfit that still looked picturesque and even spice it up a bit with some chains and jewels.

Your outfit now was comparable to your last one but just a tad more spiced up. With a baggy, gray Pompeii, Italy t-shirt and a pair of black, ripped skinny jeans paired with a snake ring on your middle finger, a black, plastic cat ring on your ring finger, a necklace with your zodiac sign name around your neck and resting on your collar bone, as well as some silver chain bracelets laying idle against your wrists, you’d say you did pretty good. Yang Jeongin approved, you’d say. 

You keep your same simplistic black crossbody bag with the same metal water bottle that’s adorned in stickers from over the years of it being around and head out back to your car. Just this time, you have more money on you compared to earlier.

You drive to Minho and Jisung’s apartment, easier since they share one now, and pick them up to bring them to the Mall. Once you arrive, you found yourself and Jisung instantly walking to the Bubble Tea shop and ordering a cup for both of you. Getting a small one for Minho too, of course! 

When you search to find Minho, you find him walking around a nail salon, looking lost as fuck for some reason when you swore he’s been here about a million times now considering he was born and grew up in the area.

“Yah! Hyung!!”

You hear Jisung yell beside you. Way to attract attention. Luckily though, it gets Minho’s. He whips around and trots over taking his tea from your hand and making almost direct eye contact as he sips the tea and tapioca balls through the straw.

“Where should we go first? Or did you only drive us here to get boba?” Minho asks. It kind of shocks you at first for no reason whatsoever and makes you feel a bit numb-headed before you come to your senses and respond with “I just wanted tea, we can go to a different place if you guys want. I don’t really want to blow through my money like it’s deadweight and the mall is the perfect place to do that…”

You walk blindly to the entrance of the Mall with the other two, not noticing you’re heading in that direction until Jisung pipes up… again.

“Ynnie, do you have nail polish at your apartment? You paint your nails a lot, I can only assume-” You cut him and his soon-to-be ramble off with a mildly harsh “Yes.” You didn’t mean for it to be mean, but it came out that way. 

“So we’re going to your house?”

You hear Minho ask and in response, you nod.

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You, Minho, and Jisung arrive at your house all of 13 or so minutes later. And almost the second you three enter, you’re met with Minho fawning over your pure-bred and rather chunky Calico.

“YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU HAD A CAT, YOU FAG!” Minho exclaims. You didn’t even bother to call him out for calling you a slur, you kind of just let it happen as you’re a bit more than used to it by now.

Jisung, on teh other hand, was searching through your cabinets, asking if you had any ‘good snacks that weren’t chocolate’. Your answer to that? No. Except for the pretzels. And possibly the goldfish. And the fruit… Okay, yes. But you lied and told him no anyway cause that’s what friends do! 

It wasn’t until 25 minutes later that you guys were finally seated either on the floor or couch of your living room, nail polish and nail polish remover along with a ton of nail charms and stickers scattered around.

“Holy fuck. How did you even get your hands on all of this!?” Jisung sputtered, clearly shocked. 

“Sung, I used to work as a nail artist… Even Minho can remember that and he’s ancient!” You respond. You didn’t mean it by calling Minho ancient. That’s just how you three love eachother.

After bickering, you pick your remote up and turn your ehad to the other two boys, Jisung on the couch, Minho on the floor next tto you. 

“So, what do you guys wanna watch? I could watch that zombie movie but I’m kind of feeling like an anime…”

“Zombie movie? As in like The Walking Dead or-” Minho questioned.

“No! I hate that. I meant Train to Busan, thick-skull. But I kind of wanna watch The Seven Deadly Sins…”

Minho narrowed his eyes at yuo but you proceeded to ignore it as Jisung spoke. “Why not the 4 Knights of the Apocalypse? Aren’t they related in a way?” 

“Well yeah… But 4 Knights isn’t that good… I much prefer the Sins…”

“What!? How!? It’s like the same thing!”

“But it’s not even Tristian! It’s some other kid-”

“Tristian sucked anyway.” Jisung muttered and at that, you gasped and slapped your hand ovefr your heart. “How dare you! He was the best of those… Movies..?”

“See! You don’t even know what they’re called!”

“Neither do you, hater.” Before you could verbally insult each other (and poor Tristian) further, Minho snatched the remote and put on a random anime called The Toradora. It was one you watched a little but got bored.

“Now, let’s paint, yeah?” Minho asked, calm as ever, which was out of character for him.

As the first episode started playing, you looked through the color options and, you considered making valentine-themed nails despite it not being near February at all. That is until Jisung shrieked a high sound at the silver and almost glitter-like stars.

“Oh, you’ve given me an idea…” You muttered, making sure no one could hear it.

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After painting everyone’s nails and accidentally getting some nail polish on your cat, the three of you settled on teh couch, cuddled against each other as you continued on watching The Toradora. It wasn’t the best but it was somewhat well.

Before you knew it, you had passed out. It didn’t matter much to you, though. You were just happy you got to spend time with the two boys you declared your soulmates—platonic ones, of course. The end :3

[arnab-factory]

Fascinated by this phenomenon

[scribefindegil]

being a writer leads to a genuinely helpful but also very stupid kind of mindfulness where you'll be having a sobbing breakdown or the worst anxiety attack of your life and think "okay, I really need to pay attention to how this feels. so I can incorporate it into my fanfiction."

[bookwyrminspiration]

I can behave normally around books

[wishfulsketching]

I know you’re probably super busy but I HAVE to share this with someone. I found this absolutely insane shirt at my job (thrift store) and it’s been killing me to imagine Silco in it

You can't drop something like this to my askbox and not expect me to draw something

Moms usually drop the kids off to their playdate, time for the dads to meet.

[heyitsnaardi]

it's too early to be provoking this way ffs

part 2??

[bluebellhairpin]

Crying bc the events of Pacific's Rim are literally happening right now. January 8 was the day Mako and Raleigh fought those kaijus in the Hong Kong double event. January 12 is the triple event where they close the breach. In two days we cancel the apocalypse.

[clonerightsagenda]

I think this is just a trend everywhere but I've been very frustrated this week by how much admin work is being outsourced to me as the patient/customer.

My orthodontist tells me I can make an appointment with the surgeon. I call the surgeon. They tell me I need a new referral. I call the orthodontist. They do a referral. I call the surgeon. Referral didn't come through. They tell me about their special unique system we have to use. I call the ortho again and walk them through the referral. I call the surgeon. They say the referral was missing some details so they have to do it again. I call the ortho.

The insurance company calls me about repair shops. I give them the name of the repair shop which I already gave them yesterday. They say they're not in their system but I can use them, but I have to call the repair shop to ask them to contact the insurance company. I call the repair shop and they say the insurance company is supposed to email them.

I feel like at a certain point these constant fetch quests become unreasonable?? Is it too much to expect these groups to communicate with each other instead of making me run back and forth between them???

[northern-passage]

we go through this every hurricane season but the way people will find any excuse to point the finger at the victims of natural disasters and say cruel shit like "fuck around and find out" like it's not horrifying having to leave behind your home and all your belongings and potentially your pets with the full knowledge that there might not be anything to come back to after... ignoring that there are people that don't have a car or the money to evacuate, ignoring disabled people who have no way to get out, ignoring people that can't find places for their pets to shelter, ignoring people that have medical equipment that can't be moved or replaced, etc... and even if someone stays behind solely because they want to, they still don't deserve to suffer.

as someone who worked extensively in disaster response previously, it is not easy to "just" evacuate, and the relief that comes afterwards is intentionally difficult to obtain. and already the forces that be are trying to spin this narrative that the victims are at fault, to put the blame on them so that if (probably when) people are forced to resort to looting (because the aid never comes) everyone will nod and agree that they're all bad people and deserved it... rather than acknowledging the fact that there was no attempt to make the evacuation accessible and safe for everyone, no guarantee that aid will be waiting for them when they return to a home that has been swept away... no empathy for the fact that these people's entire lives are potentially destroyed with no safety net to catch them.

[doctorcurdlejr]

Sure

[inkskinned]

you said you were stuck in a time loop, which was fine. i feel like late-stage capitalism has us all in a time loop, ammiright? you came barging in at 5:33. in the morning. i hadn't even processed the idea of coffee.

but you had this look of utter panic in your eyes. terror like the ocean. you grabbed my cheeks. im in a time loop.

i don't know why in movies the first reaction is to deny it. when someone is panicking like that, it's not appropriate to ask them to calm down. it didn't matter if i believed it, what mattered was that you believed it so much that it was consuming you.

so here we are. i pour you some of the dark roast. "you look like utter and entire hell," i say.

you push your fingers into your eyes. "you always say that."

i try to think of something funny to say that i wouldn't have said on previous time loops, but jokes don't land without the proper timing (lol). "remind me to think -"

"-yeah, of a joke that only works in the future. and before you say anything, i know you're pissed i just stole your punchline." you bolt the coffee, which is wild. it's very hot. you don't seem to notice.

i blow on mine to cool it down. i both am very pissed at you and also i can't see you in this amount of panic without wanting to help. but i'm also not really sure what we are, not since i saw you kiss her like that, no offense. it just was like, kind of rude when you knew i liked you.

and besides. i'm just like, barely a person. i write omegaverse fanfiction. i love the concept of a time loop, but what the fuck am i gonna do? send an alpha in there? i open my mouth.

you point at me. "you're about to ask why me. and then say some disparaging shit about yourself. i'm just a nerd who plays dnd or something. that self-own is slightly different each time." you sigh. "i know you think you can't really help me. i don't know who can help me. i only came to you because you fucking believe me." you check your watch, sigh, and throw your head back. you cover your eyes with one hand. "i've come here on 26 separate revolutions," you say. "you have believed me every time. and yeah, i have no idea how you fit into this but i just -" you sigh again. "i just like fucking talking to someone about it."

"do you need more cof-" i start, but you're already holding the empty cup out. i frown at it. "you're not getting any more until you promise not to bolt this one like an animal."

you laugh a little and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. "okay, that's new dialogue. but to be fair to you, i'm not usually this rude. i'm still pretty new at all of this." you check your watch again. another sigh. i guess you're cruising for a personal best in the Sigh Olympics.

i almost tell you im not an NPC but i've played enough video games to know i'm very much an NPC. i pour you another cup. "so what happens in the loop?"

"really bad explosion." you mutter into the mug. you put your elbows on the table (rude) and bury your face in your arms like an angsty teenager. one hand floats up while you talk, because evidently you literally can't talk without your hands. "i have to save the day and there's this bomb and i have no bomb training and it keeps moving, you know."

"do i die?"

you peek up from your arms. "yeah. bigtime. you keep trying to run or stay or do anything and you always super die."

"oh."

"to be fair, like, everyone dies in it though.... so you're in good company."

i hate that you make me laugh. i hate that being around you always feels tingly and strange, this electric tension between us. something that is evidently (given how you stuck your tongue down a stranger's throat literally 3 days ago) (well. 3 for me) super one-sided. i take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.

i die today, i guess. a little spark of panic starts at the top of my hands and starts whipping up my wrists.

"shit," you say. you look at your watch and jump to your feet. "i have to go. if i can come back, i will. i am still trying to figure out when is best to do everything, you know? the order of stuff. maybe morning isn't good for us."

i look up at you and think about how you keep kissing me in the back of my car and in alleyways and in the dark. and i can never fucking get a read on you. and i also think about how incredibly panicked you look. how broken. how long have you been doing this? "i don't want to die," i say.

you glance downwards. "well, you're not really dead, you'll come back in the loop."

"but i will have died." my hands are shaking. i am trying really hard to stay calm.

you push your hands through your hair again. "i really have to go. i will have this discussion with the next version of you, though. it is like, something i am thinking about."

"but i don't get a next version," i say. i don't really have the language for this, because i haven't had 26 tries with you. i only have my memories: you, a week ago. drunk and telling me you loved me in my ear. you, kissing her anyway. you, months ago, throwing up on my birthday, whispering to me i ruin everything i touch, always, over and over. please don't ask. i can't ever fucking have that be you.

i run my finger along the rim of the mug. "i don't want to die in this one."

you seem baffled by this. "i get that but - time will reset, you'll be fine, you won't even remember we talked about this."

"but i know now." i stand up too. "i have to live the rest of this day knowing i could die. knowing i probably am going to."

"you could always die, to be fair."

i feel my hands get out of control. "earlier, you said i always say a different insult about myself. what if you're just going through different parallel universes and those are all just different - but real - versions of myself? what if you're not in a time loop, you're in a fucking universe loop?"

"if it helps, i've wondered this too. also, you're hot in all of them. if that helps."

i point at you. "no flirting. i'm trying to figure out if i die today."

"who's flirting?" you catch my wild hands and give me that long, perfect smile. like we're in this together. "i won't let ya die." you check your watch and sigh again. "well. maybe not this time."

i grit my teeth. you are so not making quips at me while i try to explain the existential dread i'm having. "does the time loop reset if i fucking kill you?"

"honestly i don't know how long it continues after i die, because i just wake up. it could be that the loop goes until the explosion for everyone, and we're all in the loop, or it could be that when i die, the loop restarts. when i die i wake up, is all."

i pull away from you and stalk into the kitchen and start doing all 3 of my dishes. "okay, first, you know i was joking. and secondly, this is exactly my point. you don't know if this is just a parallel universe. maybe in the ones where you died, the explosion happened and nobody reset and it's just you travelling." i have to stop and push the heel of my palm into my eyeball. "... how often have you died?"

i look at you. you look at me. you give me this very sad, halfway smile and a little what can ya do shrug. something in that action seems so old and weary that i want to burst into tears.

"i have to go," you say. "really. for real. there's this family of five i save from getting into a car crash. and i know it's like oh but we're all gonna die in the explosion anyway, what's the point. and..." you shrug again. "it matters to me, is all. at least i saved them for now. at least i saved anything."

you pad over to me and wrap me in a tight hug. you always seem so tall against me. i feel your cheek rest against the top of my head for a moment. for a second, it's just us, and the space is warm, and my heart is a little broken hare.

you leave me there, and i stand in my stupid badly lit kitchen with my stupid mugs. i think about you. i start texting my mom that she needs to get out of the city, but it feels pointless.

i don't know what to do. tomorrow is the same day for you. but i have to prepare to die in my today.

[ominouspuff]

You know who you are

but for everyone else btw it was @razzbberry

[i23kazu]

how i feel when someone reblogs my stuff with a really really nice tag

[beaft]

me when someone abruptly asks me if i want to go and do something fun together but the fun thing wasn't part of my daily plan:

[passionpeachy]

snail love 💗