#but it's 6:30pm which is too late for a nap now

[arendaes]

Having one of those "poking my brain with a stick begging it to do anything" nights

[hobidara]

just friends?; woodz, yohan

part 6;

pairing: cho seungyoun [woodz] x fem!reader, kim yohan x fem!reader

genre: university!au, friends to lovers, fluff

word count: 3.5k

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seungyoun watches yohan applying a new plaster on your wound in the cafeteria. when he did that for you, you looked like you were dying to pull away from him — so, seeing you being comfortable with yohan doing the same thing for you, he feels a tad of jealousy in his chest; he’s not your bestfriend! i am!!!

plus, why are you sitting beside yohan and not him? is he losing his bestfriend title to the younger guy whom you just met this year?

“hey, seungyoun!” 

all three heads turn to the voice of the owner who’s standing next to the table you guys are having a quick lunch at. 

seungyoun smiles at her, “oh, kayla.”

you let out a hiss when yohan wraps the plaster a bit too tight around your wound. he smiles apologetically at you and you decide to just focus on what he’s doing instead of gaping at the pretty girl who’s currently talking to your bestfriend.

“do you want to head to the lecture together?” 

“yeah, sure.” you are slightly surprised to hear seungyoun’s quick reply. he waves the two of you seated a goodbye before walking away with the girl.

“they look good together.” you say to yourself which catches yohan’s attention as he also lets his eyes fall on the two.

he purses his lips, examining them carefully, “no, not really.”

“yes, they do!” you smack his arm lightly, “both of them are tall.”

he tilts his head at you, his brows furrowed and not understanding your reasoning, “just because they are tall doesn’t mean they look good together.”

you are about to reply with an explanation of why you think so when he cuts you off, “yeah, say that after you actually have good eye sight.”

speechless and being offended at him, you slap the nape of his neck this time. “i can see perfectly with my glasses on.”

“well, you don’t have them on right now.” he shrugs, getting up from his seat and throwing the trash away in a nearby bin.

not giving him a reply back, you squint your eyes at the direction your bestfriend headed to. of course, he is no longer in sight but the way he immediately answered yes to her offer and how quickly he left the table just to walk to their next lecture together makes you think that the pretty girl named kayla might actually have a chance with seungyoun, unlike other girls who fell for him.

maybe he’s finally going to get himself his long-awaited girlfriend.

“oh my god, y/n stop.” yohan’s voice interrupts your thoughts and he pulls you out of your seat. 

you look at him confused, “i wasn’t even saying anything?”

“yeah, exactly.” he nods, “but your mind was speaking internally.”

“uh, duh? as long as i’m breathing and living fine, my brain will be working. looks like you don’t know much about how the human body works.” you retort, walking out of the cafeteria with him as you sip on the very last bits of your bubble tea.

“you sure you don’t like seungyoun?” yohan asks out of nowhere and you almost throw your bubble tea cup at his face instead of the thrash can you were going to throw at. 

“will you ever stop asking that question? i said no!”

since after the two of you got closer, yohan always asks you the same question and you always repeat the same answer to him — no. he also likes to ask you if seungyoun likes you then, you still tell him no.

“let’s go on a date after this then!” he beams, the two of you stepping into the lecture theatre.

blinking at him with a disgusted look on your face, “no.”

“why?” he frowns, watching you climb up the stairs to sit at one of the middle rows. “you don’t like anyone anyways!”

“yeah, well, if you actually ask me out on a date seriously, maybe i would answer a yes.” you shrug, taking out your laptop. you know well you aren’t going to take any notes during the lecture but since almost everyone has either their notebooks or laptops out, you should too.

“oh,” yohan pauses. “i’m being serious though. let’s go on a date after this?”

you put your lips into a thin line and sigh, yohan is good-looking but he simply doesn’t know basic dating stuff. “rephrase it into ‘do you want to go on a date with me’ or ‘can i ask you out on a date today?’”

“okay, okay!” he grins, fumbling in his seat. “do you want to go on a date with me after this?”

you nod, showing him a thumbs up, “sure.”

you agreed to this date because you know very well that yohan is not serious about this. it’s called a date but the two of you will just end up hanging out as usual, eating at the beef noodle shop.

the lecture comes to an end after what feels like a lifetime and you let out a groan as you push your laptop back into your backpack. just as expected, you didn’t take any notes. you were busy texting with one of your friends who’s also in the same lecture and who was clearly not paying attention to the professor just like you.

“let’s go,” you yawn, pushing your shoulder against yohan’s arm, physically telling him to move quick and walk out of the row you guys were sitting in.

“you are yawning when you didn’t even pay the slightest bit of attention,” he teases.

you roll your eyes at him, “as if you weren’t playing candy crush, bro.”

“it’s called multi-tasking, dummy,” he sticks out his tongue childishly. you reply with a whatever as the two of you exit the lecture theatre and into the hall. you can’t wait to take an energy nap when you get back home.

“so what’s the plan?” you ask, “for this date?”

“i..” yohan trails off, looking around. “honestly don’t know!”

you run your palm across your face, having enough of this guy. “i don’t think you’d ever get a girlfriend if you didn’t have the looks, yohan.”

“doesn’t matter because i do have the looks.” he shrugs, still looking around as if he’s in search of something or someone.

“can we go on this date already then? why are we ev—“

yohan cuts you off by suddenly calling out your bestfriend’s name loud — a few other heads turning around to look at him as well.

you see seungyoun leaves the small group he was talking to and walks towards you, his long legs striding. “you look exhausted.”

“thanks,” you nod, agreeing with him. “i just want to sleep.”

yohan lets out a whine, grabbing your arm, “no, you are not! you are going on a date with me!” 

you stare at him, feeling like a babysitter who’s babysitting a 8 years old in a 20 years old body. “yeah, after that.”

“a date?” seungyoun asks, glancing between the two of you. 

“i asked her out on a date.” yohan announces as if that’s the proudest thing he has done this month. “i wanted to ask if you want anything from the city?”

“we are going there?” you interrupt, not expecting that.

yohan just answers your question with a nod and awaits for the older and taller guy’s answer.

“not really,” seungyoun answers, his hand running through his hair. “have fun!”

yohan winks at him and points his chin at kayla standing across the room, “you too!”

before seungyoun can reply, yohan has already dragged you with him to the exit of the building.

“can we not go to the city, pretty please?” you pout, rubbing your palms together while chewing on your noodles at the same time.

just like you thought, the two of you are spending your date by eating beef noodles at the shop just across the street.

yohan sighs, glaring at you, “give me a good reason.”

“okay,” you start, sitting up straight in your seat. “first, i’ve only had three hours of sleep. second, i need to come back to the library at night to study. if we go to the city, that means my nap time will be shorter.”

“wow, you are really saying that to your date.” he says in disbelief, clapping his hands. you are about to feel bad because after all you thought, this is not a serious actual date. if he was serious enough, he would have planned it out properly. 

“but i like the idea of going to the library at night to study so, okay!” he grins, slurping another spoonful of soup. 

“you are coming with me?”

yohan answers a yes to your question and you also happily nod at that — since the two of you are from the same major, you can help each other when studying. it’s always good to have company when you are studying in the library too; it can get really boring sometimes that you have to start walking around as a study break. 

because it’s a date, yohan pays for your meal and the two of you arrive at your accommodation in no time as sleep is slowly taking over you. you wave him a goodbye when the lift arrives atyour floor and head straight to your bed, not even bothering to change your clothes. 

the alarm ringing from your iphone triggers your flight or fight as you jolt out of your power nap. you despise iphone alarms. you check the time on your screen to see it’s 6:30pm and you are supposed to meet yohan at exactly 7:30.

you haven’t even had your dinner. also, you still feel somewhat drowsy after taking a nap so you decide to hop in the shower to freshen yourself up. after that quick refreshing shower and admiring yourself in the mirror, you walk out of your bathroom smelling like vanilla and baby lotion — even though your lotion is not baby lotion, it still somewhat smells like it.

choosing to dress comfortably, you dress yourself in an oversized pale yellow coloured sweatshirt and brown sweatpants — not forgetting to put your hair into a ponytail as you are about to make dinner.

your dinner just ends up being your leftover curry from yesterday since you are running late. right in time after you finish your dinner, there are knocks on your door. you shout back a “coming” at the person - who’s probably none other than yohan - and leave your dishes in the sink before quickly slipping on your air forces.

the sight of yohan dressed as equally comfortable as you greets you when you slam open your door with a bit too much force. yeah, this guy looks gooood without trying. bless his parents.

if it wasn’t for yohan reminding you, you would have forgotten your puffer jacket. oh you just can’t imagine walking to the library in four degrees without a jacket on. the two of you arrives at the library sooner than expected — the chill wind and cold weather urging you two to walk faster.

you lead yohan to one of the usual booths you always study in. they are a lot more comfortable than the chairs in the silent rooms and the open area.

“wait, isn’t that seungyoun?” yohan voices out his curiosity and you squint your eyes at his like of sight, landing on a familiar figure despite you not being able to make out his features.

excitingly, yohan slaps your arm repeatedly several times, “oh my god, he’s with that girl from earlier today!” 

“wow, look at him.”

yohan blinks at your emotionless tone but nevertheless, decides to walk towards seungyoun sitting at one of the booths.

“hey!” yohan starts, catching their attention by knocking his hand on the table. you stand quietly behind him with your hands in your pockets, eyeing your usual booth which is right next to them. 

“oh, hey guys!” seungyoun smiles, his eyes falling on you.  “how was the date?”

yohan giggles, acting bashful, “pretty fun.” 

he notices the way kayla is just awkwardly staring at the exchange between them so he introduces himself, “i’m yohan.”

her poker face breaks out into a grin, shaking his hand. “hi, i’m kayla.”

realising that you have no choice but to also speak up or else you would just look plain rude, you also step forward to show her a friendly smile. “y/n”

“do you want to join us?” she asks, gesturing at the empty spaces — seungyoun sitting in front of her. 

“it’s fin—“

“sure, why not?” yohan cuts you off and proceeds to sit down beside seungyoun. you clench your fist, wanting to swing it at yohan. how can he just do that without even looking at you!? you don’t want to sit with them! it’s awkward!

you still try though, “we were going to sit at the other booth anyways. kayla, you don’t hav—“

“no, i’m fine with it!” kayla says sweetly, waving her hands to show more that she’s okay with you joining them. 

you reluctantly occupy the empty seat beside her and smile at seungyoun who’s staring at you. as someone who’s pretty confident in their own skin, you suddenly feel insecure, sitting beside a pretty girl. 

you are suddenly very conscious about how you don’t have makeup on and how your hair is messily put into a ponytail unlike kayla who has her brown beautiful waves framing her face and a natural looking pink shade of color on her lips.

“our teammates left earlier. kayla and i are working on the same section for the project.” seungyoun suddenly speaks. you glance around to make sure if you didn’t miss anyone asking anything to him. judging from their reactions, no one did.

“okay...?” yohan pauses. “y/n and i woke up from a nap and came here.”

wow, why couldn’t he word it more clearly? 

you clear your throat, chuckling nervously, “we didn’t take a nap together.”

“you are making it more weird!” yohan frowns but you return the same frown back at him, “you could have said it clearly.”

kayla laughs watching the two of you and you notice how she doesn’t cover her face with her hand whilst laughing, unlike you. you started doing it when you were young because you were insecure of your teeth but it has now became a habit of you to cover your face when laughing.

“are you two a thing?” kayla asks, smiling softly at you.

you scoff, looking at yohan disgustingly, “do we look like a thing?” 

“you do.” she bobs her head cheerfully. “don’t they, seungyoun?”

suddenly, your adoration for her flips a switch and you find yourself being annoyed at how she just acted as if she’s closer to seungyoun than you. you’ve known him so much longer than her. he knows well about your friendship with yohan too. so why did she have to ask him like that — but that was just a question. you are being sensitive again. can your period just come and leave already?

seungyoun bites the inside of his cheek, tilting his head to the side, “not really.”

after that short conversation, the four of you proceed to do your own work — yohan groaning often due to computer science maths that doesn’t make sense and you mirroring his actions and mood except your mood is slightly more sour than his for unknown reasons.

since seungyoun and kayla are discussing about their project at the same table as you, it’s evident that you can’t help but be aware of what they are talking about. you are somewhat impressed by how seungyoun is actually quite knowledgeable.

true, you guys are bestfriends but you’ve never discussed about logical things and studies as the two of you have different majors. therefore, you’ve never witnessed him talking about lessons and such. you know he gets good grades. you do too, with the help of your peers and struggling on your own. obviously, you’ve spent time studying with him before but it wasn’t possible to guess whether he actually knows what he’s doing just from watching him work alone. now that you are hearing him explain about things you don’t understand to kayla, you realise that he’s smart smart.

kayla announces that she’s leaving and your eyes lay on your phone lock screen to check the time — you’ve been working for two hours. you expected seungyoun to walk her home or at least offered to do that but to your surprise, he doesn’t. 

the moment kayla is out of your sight, yohan scoots closer towards seungyoun and nudges him teasingly, “study date?”

“this is university. take your highschool thoughts somewhere else.” seungyoun replies, jokingly glaring down at his younger friend.

the sound of you taking a few coins out from your purse catches their attention as both of them avert their eyes on you instead of glaring at each other. 

“i’m gonna go get something to drink.” you answer their questioning stares while you get out of the study booth.

“wait, i’m coming too.” seungyoun calls out, shoving yohan away to step out of the booth as well. he doesn’t forget to ask yohan if he wants anything — which the younger guy replies with a giddy nod, asking for a bottle of cola.

figuring that the emergency stairs are nearer, the two of you use it to reach the third floor where the vending machines are located. 

“getting coffee?” you ask, looking at your tall, well-dressed bestfriend who’s closing the door behind him after opening it for you as usual. 

he nods, running his fingers through his hair, “yeah and maybe some chips or gummies too.” 

“gummies and coffee? that’s disgusting.” you insultingly gag.

he rolls his eyes at your overdramatic reaction and a very few seconds of silence echoes in the stairway before he breaks it, “we are cool, right?”

his voice almost sounds nervous and worried that it even makes you feel the same, “yeah, why?”

“i don’t know,” he pauses, quietly opening the door to the third floor and follows after you walk pass first. “you are pretty quiet today.”

you can’t lie to yourself — yes, you’ve been quiet and somehow distant around him. you’ve noticed it since after the little incident he pulled last night. it wasn’t even his fault. he wasn’t even doing anything aside from him sucking the blood from the cut on your thumb and gazing at you with those hazy, powerful eyes. 

it’s just all you who looked too much into small things and let your thoughts cloud over your mind, resulting in you acting weird around him. 

you can’t lie to yourself but you can lie to him. “no? i mean, i don’t know kayla well so it’s a given that i didn’t talk much around her.”

you are not sure if he actually buys that lie you just spat out but he just replies with a hum and doesn’t push it further. he changes the topic as he clicks away on the touch screen of the vending machine, “so, you and yohan?”

“yeah?” 

he whips his head at you so fast that it even looks like it hurts, “yeah?”

you blink, confused, “yeah? go on?”

“oh, you mean...” he nods to himself, letting out a humourless chuckle that makes you question internally if this is even the seungyoun you know. “you guys dating now?”

“bruh,” you sigh tiredly. “we went on one date which wasn’t even an actual date.”

“didn’t your heart flutter or something? you always say he’s good looking.” he says, handing you the can of iced coffee.

you smile adoringly at him for knowing exactly what you want without you having to tell him. 

“just because i think someone is physically attractive doesn’t mean my heart is attracted to them,” you answer to his question. “i can’t see him as more than a friend and i’m sure he feels the same.”

“hm, how are you sure?” he asks, punching another code in — which is probably the cola for yohan. 

you shrug, leaning against the railings behind you with the can of coffee in your hand. “it’s obvious. he only treats me like a friend.”

seungyoun raises a brow and walks towards you with a drink in each of his hands, “that’s it?”

“yeah,” you nod, looking up at him as the two of you start walking back to the emergency stairs. 

“what do i do?” he exasperatingly groans, “i don’t think i can be friends with such a dumb person.” 

“what?!” you gasp, stopping in your steps. “are you saying he really likes me?” 

seungyoun looks down at you with a look of pity on his face, “please don’t follow me. you are so dumb, i seriously can’t be friends with you anymore.” 

taking advantage of his long legs, he strides towards the stairway, leaving you speechless behind. 

[chilling-seavey]

okay so abm, this might sound so weird lol but what about a little blurb where Daniel is just trynna call florence but she's not answering and he starts to worry and turns out she was just in a deep sleep cos she was so exhausted lol😅

I made this a little more angsty than intended oops

Friday, October 23, 2020

“Please leave a message after the beep.”

Daniel frowned slightly but waited for the tone before speaking into his cell phone, “Hey. I’m on my way. You said you needed help with a few things so…anyway, maybe you just missed the call. I’ll let you know when I’m pulling in. Text me. Love you.”

He tossed his phone onto the passenger seat of his car and turned the ignition to head down to her apartment. He kept glancing at his phone half the time, waiting for a text or call back but there was nothing. It was barely 6:30pm so she should have still been up and around. They did have a plan for him to come over so where was she?

Daniel was always an avid worrier and even only being her best friend, he was still feeling that nervousness in his stomach. He hated that feeling.

The whole drive down to her apartment he was met with no reply of any sort and he was starting to stress himself out. Once he was safely parked in the underground parking, he grabbed his phone to check the date.

With the girls was logged in for that evening at 6:30. It was 6:45.

He texted her that he was there before getting out of the car and making his way to the elevators. Daniel had his own key to the building which is how he was able to get into the underground parking and elevators without going through the lobby – he was over so often over the previous two years that the people at the front desk knew him well and permitted Florence to give him a key. But he still had to knock on her door on the twentieth floor, waiting impatiently outside in the hallway for an answer.

“Flora.” Daniel called, knocking again when there was no answer.

Silence.

He pulled out his phone and called her again, listening to it ring and ring and ring. Voicemail.

“Please leave your message after the beep.”

“I’m outside your door. Where are you? If you forgot we had plans that’s fine just please text me so I know you’re okay.”

Daniel waited a few more moments before knocking on the door again, his worry only increasing more when he heard Clementine’s little giggle from inside the apartment. Daniel’s eyes went wide and he crouched down, pressing his hands against the door and leaned in so he could speak to her.

“Clemmie? Are you there, angel?” he called gently.

She just giggled from the other side and he heard her little hands smacking gently against the wood.

“Where’s Mama, Clemmie? Can you go get Mama?” Daniel asked.

“Dada.” Clemmie giggled.

“Yeah, Dani’s here. Can you go get Mama?”

There was silence.

Daniel knocked gently again, “Clem?”

The nearly two-year-old had gotten bored of him and walked off into the apartment, leaving him stuck in the hallway. Daniel rushed to take out his phone again, dreading the worst, and dialled Florence one more time. Voicemail.

Daniel never took twenty flights of stairs so quickly – the elevator far too slow for his emergency he was dealing with – and burst out into the lobby. The man at the front desk looked up from his work as Daniel ran over, breathless.

“Hi.” Daniel panted as he leaned on the desk, “I need to get into unit 2004. I can’t reach Florence and her…our…her daughter is walking around but I don’t know where she is and I’m worried she fell or…something.”

“Alright, I’ll just to see some ID and ask a few questions.” The man said.

Daniel pulled out his wallet and slid over his drivers licence with shaking hands. His mind was whirling with every possible situation that could be happening as the man asked him for Florence’s full name, birthdate, and emergency contact. (He answered with ease: Florence Margret DiCaprio; April 23, 2000; Michael and Luke Clifford with secondary emergency contact as himself).

The man at the front desk accompanied him up to the twentieth floor with the master key and let him into the apartment. Daniel thanked him hurriedly before rushing inside.

“Flora!?” he called loudly, stopping to look in Clementine’s room and the bathroom on his way down the hallway.

“Dada!” Clementine came running, unbothered, and he scooped her up quickly.

“Florence!” Daniel shouted, fear nearly dripping from his voice as the apartment was empty. He helped himself to the master bedroom, toddler on his hip, and found Florence on her bed looking either dead or asleep.

He set Clementine on the side of the bed and gave Florence’s arm a quick shake, the front desk manager standing in the doorway and nearly ready to call 911 with how panicked Daniel was. But with a good shake, Florence was blinking her eyes open and looking up at her best friend. When she processed that he was in her apartment, she sat up quickly, rubbing her eye with her fist.

“What happened?” she mumbled.

“I could ask you the same!” Daniel said quickly.

“Is everything alright here then?” the man asked.

Daniel thanked him profusely and let him leave. Now alone, he looked back to Florence with pink cheeks and an almost angry expression stemmed solely from worry.

“Where’s your phone?” he asked.

Florence reached under her pillow where her phone had been tucked and she checked the time and saw her plenty missed calls from him, “I’m so sorry. I must have…fallen asleep.”

“Fallen asleep?” Daniel gaped. “Clementine was walking around the place! She could have…she could have gotten into something! Or hurt herself! And I thought you were dead!”

“We just went for a nap in here.” Florence said quietly, scooping up Clementine onto her lap. “Penelope fell asleep so I wanted to catch up on some sleep so…we went for a nap.”

“It’s 7:00! They can’t nap this late!” Daniel protested, and then hurried around to the other side of the bed to check on the baby. Penelope slept. He reached down to wake her so she wouldn’t have trouble actually sleeping through the night and she cried softly as he lifted her up.

Florence didn’t answer him, she simply sat on the bed and held her toddler and swallowed back her tears.

Daniel rocked the baby for a moment, holding the pacifier in her mouth until she took it and he wrapped both arms around her tiny body. He finally looked over at Florence who was avoiding him. With a sigh, Daniel sat on the other side of the bed with her and let his eyes linger on her face.

“Talk to me.” he ordered gently.

Florence’s nose scrunched up and she bowed her head and let out a small sob, “I can’t do this!”

“Do what?” Daniel asked, shifting on the bed to hold Penelope in one arm and console his best friend with his other, brushing her hair back from her face so he could look at her better.

“Be a single mom! To two under two! I…I can’t do it!” Florence sobbed. “I’m so sleep deprived I…I let my one-year-old roam around…what kind of mother does that?! They’re gonna take her from me!”

“No one is taking anyone. It was one mistake.” Daniel assured her quickly. “And I was right here.”

“And you’re mad at me.” Florence mumbled.

“I’m not mad at you.” Daniel sighed. He glanced down at Clementine who was staring up at him from her mother’s lap and he petted her hair before looking back to Florence. “You just scared the hell out of me. I thought you were hurt.”

Florence sniffled and wiped at her eyes with the heels of her hands, “What am I gonna do?”

“Come stay with the guys and me for a bit. Have six extra pairs of hands.” Daniel offered.

Florence sighed, “I can’t do that.”

“Then I’ll come here…I’ll help out more. I’ll sleep on the couch so you can have your whole bed to yourself and I can help out when Penny wakes up in the night.”

“You have school.”

“And I have a daughter.” Daniel retorted softly.

Florence kept her gaze down and Daniel shuffled up closer beside her and pulled her head to his shoulder. She relaxed against him.

“I promised you I wouldn’t leave you to deal with this alone, right? So here I am.” Daniel whispered. “You’re my best friend in the whole world and you happen to be the mother to my two favourite little girls in the whole world.”

“Just a few days?” Florence asked quietly. She hated to admit when she needed help.

“As long as you want me to stay, I will.”

Daniel only stayed for the weekend but that seemed to be enough to help Florence get back on her feet for a little while. His obvious drop-anything attitude was honestly the most attractive thing and maybe that was when Florence started to accept that she might be falling...

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[vampiricfairy]

I Never Told You What I Do For A Living

Chapter 2

Word Count: 1851

Pairing: Jonathan Harker x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: Updates will be probably very inconsistent? Anyway, have fun. Also btw you're pansexual, ahaha.

"Y/N, wake up! It’s past 1 pm.”

You groaned and sat up, “what is it..?” You asked groggily.

“When did you go to sleep?!”

“Around.. 1 am? I don’t see why you care Zoe..” You said and slipped out of bed.

“I know it’s hard when your parents are barely around, but you really need to practice being responsible. Also put your slippers on before you catch a cold, I brought you coffee.” Your aunt, well Zoe Van Helsing said before she disappeared again.

You sighed as you shuffled into the bathroom and washed your face. You looked at your reflection still feeling a bit tired, you got into the shower.

While showering you thought of what happened yesterday, trying to process what happened. After that you dried your hair and put on an oversized t-shirt before walking downstairs to the kitchen, where you sat on a chair opposed to Zoe.

“How did you sleep?” Zoe asked, as she looked through various letters, files and everything. It confused you, if you were being honest. Why did your aunt come here, with so much stuff. You did like Zoe a lot, she was pretty nice to you and quite cool actually.

“Had some weird dreams but otherwise it was.. Alright. How’s work?” You asked her, yawning as you took a sip of your now cold coffee.

“Could be better, the thing I had been working on for so long failed. Remember Count Dracula? He is out of his cell and he has a lawyer. It also seems like there is another vampire that is.. Running around freely. In fact he was Dracula’s solicitor, Jonathan Harker-“ Zoe stopped talking when she noticed that you were choking on your coffee.

You swallowed as you coughed a little, “I’m great- I’m good please-please just continue talking-“ You had a small brain malfunction there. You were praying Zoe wasn’t catching on by now.

“You’re acting a little weird.. Anything happen last night?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Nope, nothing. I was at home and watched movies, then I went to bed-.” You clearly lied.

“My point is, I don’t want you wandering alone around at night. It’s dangerous, if Dracula finds out we have the same bloodline he is going to come after you. It’s best if you stay inside as soon as it gets dark.” Zoe explained with a stern voice.

“What about Jonathan Harker though?” You asked, maybe it wasn’t smart but you still did it. You were burning with interest for the vampire.

“Jonathan Harker is harmless but he is still a vampire.. Meaning he may not intend to hurt anyone but he can’t control himself around blood.”

“Got it..” You smiled sweetly, exactly knowing what you were going to do.

“Why do you seem so happy? Come on Y/N, something’s definitely up. You’re not a movie watcher anyway.” Zoe said.

“What-? No, I always liked watching movies!! I- I un watched SAW I.” You said, well more stammered.

“You know you can tell me if something happened, I’ll make sure there are people around you who can protect you.” Zoe tried to remind you.

“No, no. I’m fine!” You finished drinking your coffee and yawned again. “I’m going shopping later with my friends, I’ll try to be back before sundown.” You lied, again.

“Well, alright. You have fun- I’ll probably come over when I’m done with work. Take care.” Zoe then walked out of your apartment and you walked back upstairs to your room and took your phone.

J.H.: Good morning, dear.

Sent at 6:24 am

You chuckled to yourself as you typed a message.

Me: Good Morning?

Me: Wanna meet later??

You then checked your social medias, before walking back downstairs. You were still slightly tired, so you decided to take a quick nap. A quick nap seemed to have turned into a pretty long one and so you found yourself waking up in the dark, you flipped on the light and checked your phone messages.

J.H: If you insist, then sure. What time?

Me: 8:30pm?

It was 7:15 now, which meant you had enough time to get ready.

J.H: I’ll be there.

With that you walked into your room and put on a black dress, fishnet thighs and a jean jacket. You put on a light makeup and curled your hair. You walked back downstairs into the kitchen where you drank a glass of water.

Knock, knock, knock.

You cautiously walked to the door and opened it.

“Good evening, darling.” Jonathan said, even smiling a little.

“Evening- I haven’t put on my shoes yet! Wait, you want to come in?” You asked him as you stepped aside.

Johnathan hesitated as he watched you put on your shoes, “are you sure?”

You shrugged. “Sort of, look I know what you are but frankly I think you wouldn’t hurt me. I mean why? There’s nothing beneficial about me- unless you want my blood. But even that, I really don’t mind.” You said, as you tied your shoes.

Jonathan stepped inside, “that’s odd. People back in my days would have panicked by now-“

“Please stop saying “people in my days” or “back in my days” it makes you sound like my grandpa!” You said jokingly.

Jonathan chuckled, confused. “Alright, then.”

“Also I would like you to come anytime you please but don’t come when my aunt is here- I’m not supposed to be outside and especially not with you.” You took your keys, Jonathan and you stepped outside.

“You should really be staying at home then, it is not safe outside anyway. Yes, I am able to protect you but.. Not as much as you think. Dracula is much more experienced and stronger than me!” Jonathan said with a worried expression.

“I have garlic with me and a cross chain in my purse- I doubt he can do much now, hmm. I also won’t hesitate to use it on you, should you try anything!” You said and chuckled.

“I won’t hurt you.. I can’t.” He said, a sad smile on his face.

“What’s that about?” You asked.

“Nothing- I just can’t bring myself to kill a young lady-“

“Sounds fair!! I wouldn’t spill holy water on you either!” You said.

“Van Helsing?” Jonathan asked, sighing slightly.

“That noticeable? Just my mothers side-“ You said.

“So that is why he is after you-“ Jonathan said, sighing.

“He is after m-????? Why is he after me??? What would he want from me? My knowledge of My Chemical Romance lyrics???” You were slightly confused. “Wait, how do you even know that he is after me?”

“He tried to choke you, remember? He was about to drink your blood, if I hadn’t appeared you.. You would probably be almost undead by now.”

“Sucks for me.” You stated plainly.

“I don’t understand how you can’t worry about such things.”

“First of all, you are with me. Second of all, I am safe as fuck. Third of all, I want to kick the fucker that killed a family member of mine in the pp, really badly. Again. Smash his intestines too. Also being a vampire sounds really cool.”

Jonathan seemed confused by your language. “As fuck? Pp?” He repeated.

Your brain had a small malfunction there. How were you gonna explain a gentleman all that, a gentleman not from your century. “As fuck? It’s when you want to do something really bad or something is really great- or something is really bad. Like I’ll tell my friends “It’s cold as fuck” and they’ll understand it as “it’s extremely cold, I’m dying.” A pp is.. That thing you have.” Maybe you should have worded it better.

“What thing?” Asked Jonathan dumbfounded.

“The thing you masturbate with-“ you said plainly.

“Masturbate???”

“I- just google it please.”

“I will- I’m sorry darling, I’m still getting accustomed to the new age.” Jonathan smiled awkwardly.

“Nah, it’s okay. Now that you’re getting accustomed to the new age- can you drink energy drink?”

__

Jonathan had declined your energy drink offer, but there you were with your white Monster.. Hoping to not spill anything of it again.

“It’s getting late.. Darling, you have to go home. It’s not safe for you outside.” Jonathan said.

“You’re kinda right.. Wait, you are extremely right- Zoe said she’ll come by. Oh fuck. She already is off work- help.”

“I think I can help-“ he pulled you in his cold embrace, “don’t let go alright-“ with that he sprinted off.

You couldn’t comprehend his vampire super speed very well, you closed your eyes because it made your head hurt. “Thank you..” You said, still a bit dizzy.

“No problem- get inside now. Good night, dear. Rest well.”

“Good n-“ he was already gone and you pouted as you walked inside and closed the door, walking upstairs to your apartment you pulled out your phone.

You walked upstairs and entered your apartment.. Yawning. You flopped on the couch and died inside a little.

15 minutes later the door opened.

“Hey, Y/N- are you alright? You’re not crying over.. Her, are you?” Zoe asked as she walked into the apartment holding a bag.

“Huh? Oh- no I just fell asleep with my make up on I guess.. Actually she said she wanted to contact again but I’m not completely sure whether I should talk to her or not- what’s in the bag?” You asked.

“Dinner and yes.. Think about it but remember there’s millions of others out there.” Zoe tried to remind you as you sighed.

“I will- what’s for dinner?” You asked, realizing you hadn’t really eaten all day.

“I got Chinese take out-“ Zoe said with a smile.

“Sounds good..” You said on a kitchen chair as you watched Zoe getting out plates and spoons. “I’m tired..” You said.

“You’re always tired, that’s nothing new.”

“Well, yes.. But I have a questionnn!!” You said and smiled sheepishly.

“What is it?”

“Could you take me with you to your work??” You asked, looking like an excited child.

“Do you have a death wish?” Zoe remarked.

“At times, yes. But if I’m dead I don’t have to write that French exam, everything has it’s pro’s and cons!” You said.

“Yes, but the cons here would be, you’d be dead.”

“Cool right?”

“You’re impossible.. Depends, I may think about it.” Zoe said.

“But after my 18th birthday- I want to live for a couple months until I turn 18!” You smirked.

“That actually sounds fair-“

“What would I have to do??”

“Hush, I don’t know yet! You’re so impatient and curious, you really need to work on that.” Zoe remarked as you rolled your eyes.

“Nope, I refuse!” You said, smiling sheepishly.

“I hope that the people you’ll date are going to have strong nerves.” Zoe said as she put some of the take out on your plate.

“Ouuchhhh!” You laughed before taking bite of a spring roll.

__

You woke up the next morning, realizing you must have fallen asleep. Upon sitting up you noticed.. Blood on your window? With blood smeared written was:

I FOUND YOU

[hope-and-sleep]

SO HERE’S WHAT HAPPENED TODAY

So I stay up all night to finish my project, yeah?  It’s 7:00AM, I think I’m in a good place, so I eat some breakfast, take a nap, do a little more work, eat lunch.  12PM, I open up my work, realize that my cursor has gone a bit fucky and I don’t know how to fix it, so I decide to restart my computer.  Nothing like turning it back off and on again, right?

But when I start it back up again, my file -- the one that I’ve been slaving over for over 12 hours -- is completely empty.  

“Sonnuvabitch,” says I, very loudly. 

So I fiddle around with it for an hour, looking up some shit about how to restore files, before accepting that there’s no way Imma figure out how to recover it.  So I rewrite it.  Alllllllll of it.

3:30PM. I’ve rewritten all my code.  None of it works.  I comment out everything except for the bits I’m positive should work.  Still nothing.

4:00PM, rewriting my code again.  Slower this time.  Making sure I test every bit of the way.  6:30 PM, I’ve got it, and I’m now slightly past where I was at 7:00AM this morning.  But slightly past 7:00AM in the morning is still mostly done.  I’m not happy, but this still looks doable.

7:00PM.  Done with dinner.  I’ve gotten all the hard coding done, so now I just need to put it all together, right? 

Yeah.  No.

No matter what I do, none of it connects.  8:00PM,  I just decide to give up, write my report, record my demo.  If nothing else, I can at least get 40% for the report, and the fact that I have some working code should get me some credit, right?

11:00PM.  It’s getting a little close to the deadline now, but it should be fine, right?  Most of it’s done, I just need to compress my code and put some last minute stuff on my report, right?  

My computer freezes.

I can’t turn in what I have -- my demo and my code are stuck on my old lagging shit of a PC.  I can turn in the pdf, but it’s worthless without the bit stuck on the computer.  

11:55 PM.  It’s the deadline.

And I’m still stuck staring at my frozen computer.

11:57 PM, write a half-hearted email to the TA to let me submit.  Probably not going to work, but worth a shot.

12:10 AM.  Computer shuts down of its own accord.

12:15 AM.  I might as well restart my computer and see if I can compress my files?

1:00 AM: Still compressing.  Maybe?  Has my computer gone to sleep?  Has it decided to shut itself down again?

I don’t know.  What I do know is that it’s wayyyy too late now. Submissions are closed.   No late submissions allowed.  Which means I have just spent well over 24 hours on nothing.  

1:13 AM.  I am very tired and everything is terrible.  My computer is still trying to compress files.  I think I should accept that it’s just not going to happen.  

I am going to shut my computer down, get ready for bed, and then cry into a pillow.

[nikoalaa]

usually this is something i’d post on a side blog with no tags or followers (just to get out of my head), but i think this time i want the possibility of someone helping. idk how long this will be but i’ll put it under a read more when i’m on my computer.

i’ve been struggling more lately. idk if it’s just the pandemic and quarantine and everything getting to me, but this has all been happening before too, just maybe not as often. i’m more anxious, i’m more depressed, i want to shut myself away from friends and not leave my house much unless it’s a quick trip somewhere by myself. i’m so tired all the time. i’m just so, so exhausted. and since i’m home a lot with nothing to do, i’ll sleep. my schedule is so messed up. i sleep basically 5am-2pm and then sometimes still take a nap. like today i slept 5 or 6 am- 2, woke up and had something small to eat, sat at my computer and then slept again 6:30pm-9pm. i jokingly call this my “unemployed schedule” with my parents, but i think they just think i’m lazy.

and speaking of them, i think a lot of my problems i have with myself would be nonexistent if i just had good parents. my crooked teeth wouldn’t be an issue if my dad didn’t hate doctors and was scared of the dentist, therefore never making appointments for me or my brother, resulting in us both not having good teeth. my weight and unhealthy relationship to food wouldn’t be an issue if my mom would have just made me eat a god damn vegetable when i was a kid instead of just giving me chicken nuggets so i would stop whining. and when i was chubbier then other kids, instead of herself trying to fix my diet by actually cooking healthy food and making me eat it, she made me see a doctor and go to group sessions of other kids in similar situations (that i was very uncomfortable going to, to the point of me crying, but she forced me to go anyway). which none of that helped anyway, it just made me self conscious about eating so i now hate food and when i do eat in public, i feel gross and that people are staring at me. and now my body has tricked itself that if i’m out in public, i can only eat very little or else i get sick and throw up. and my mental illness could be in check if my parents just put in any effort. they’ve been aware of my depression since i was in 3rd grade (which my mom would phrase as “you don’t seem as happy anymore”) and i recall having anxiety since kindergarten. i get that we didn’t have a lot of money when i was growing up, so maybe they just made me see the guidance counselor every friday for two school years. which is fine, that’s what they could do and it was at least something idk. but after that it’s like they stopped caring. i went on to public school after that and i hated it. i constantly would go to the nurses office in 5th grade and pretend being sick so my mom could pick me up or some how get me home. that should have been a red flag. or whenever my dad asked me how my day was and i never said “good”, another red flag. i was so depressed for the rest of my time in public school, and they didn’t do anything. sure i would join clubs or play sports to try to make myself happy and have fun, but it wasn’t ever enough. high school was even worse. i was angry all the time. just that angry emo kid sat in the back of the class. and eventually i lost almost all my friends. i started cutting, but i kept it hidden until i got changed after gym class one day. someone i was kinda friends with spotted the cuts on my upper arm. they gave me a knowing look and asked what happened. i said my dog scratched me. but it was way too many cuts and too dark to be dog scratches. but they didn’t ask again and i was grateful because i didn’t want help at the time. rest of school went on, the cutting stopped (or at least stopped being as frequent. relapses now and again), had panic attacks before and during school (that i always seemed like a burden for having when my mom had to deal with it), then i had a manipulative friend/ex gf i’m not even going to get into rn. long section short, my parents knew i was struggling. they would mention it off handedly. “you didn’t seem as happy” “we saw their was something going on” stuff like that. but they did nothing to help me. never asked questions, never talked to me, never asked if i needed help or someone else to talk to.

after highschool the panic attacks weren’t as frequent, but the depression was there. and they knew it. because even now and then i would bring it up, especially when i was having a breakdown. i would tell them i need help, i need a therapist and i need medication. she said (because it was always my mom i would go to) that she would see what she could do. then nothing happened. another time, full break down, and i fully told her i am suffering and i need help. she made me feel like such a burden and an inconvenience. she said she had no idea how to get me a therapist. no idea where to start. so i told her, mainly yelled, to ask this one lady we know (someone who had actually done more for my mental health than my own mother) for advice because i know her two kids go to therapy and stuff. she said she would try but she never did. few weeks ago, i have the biggest panic attack i’ve had in a while. full hyperventilating, almost going to throw up, all because there was a bug in my room trapped under a bowl. that is not healthy. i’m sobbing and gasping for air as my dad is trying to get the fast bug off the floor but not lose it, and once it’s gone i’m in bed sobbing and heaving and my whole body is twitching uncontrollably. she thinks she’s hot shit because she did that “5 things you can touch” bull shit once i was starting to calm. nothing again after that. what they did, they bought a hand vacuum so i could catch bugs myself. i guess so i won’t have to bother them at 4 in the morning and again freaking the fuck out. all in all, if they got me therapy as a teen and i had meds, i probably would be much much much better off. i won’t even go into the trans stuff rn. i think they think it went away because they ignored it and i don’t talk about it with them. even tho in the rest of the world away from family, i go by my chosen name and my friend calls me “he”. but it’s been almost 4 years, if not already 5 years, since i came out to them. they said they looked up therapy and stuff but again, nothing ever happened. i joke with my parents and say they’re lucky i don’t steal my dogs prozac and they laugh. i know it’s exactly the one used for people because it’s the same exact one my ex took. these days i’m starting to see things out of the corner of my eye, but nothing is there. i tell my mom i think i have adhd or something because i’ve read symptoms and it would make sense. and i also don’t remember a time where my head wouldn’t just be quiet. even now. it never is. but she says i was tested and they didn’t say i had adhd. when i was 7... and it’s misdiagnosed in afab people... and especially since i was anxious as a child.. and nervous around the lady who tested me. when. i. was. 7. shit develops later in life. but she won’t believe me because she says she’s trained to see the signs for her work. but then she’ll bring up how my uncle, grandma, and dad, are like the poster kids for adhd. and she just won’t believe me.

i’m really struggling with just everything. and i feel guilty that i’m even struggling and “feeling bad”. i’m a white kid from the philly suburbs. everything could be much much worse for me. but then again, i know thinking like this isn’t good for me. just because it could be worse, doesn’t mean it still can’t be a hell of a lot better too. i just want to be okay. i want to be healthy and happy. i’ve never really gotten to experience it all. my happiness seems fake and it fades away. my idea of health is “going to the gym and the right amount of anorexia.” i know that’s not healthy but that’s just the only way i know. my mom doesn’t seem to care anyway. i tell her that when i am working or i was in school, i would only have like one meal a day. she didn’t say a thing. i just want to be happy. i don’t want to die. i really don’t. i hate being alive but like, i’m already here. i’m not going to take myself out. but it’s just so hard to exist a lot of the time. idk how i’ve done it this long. and i can tell it’s gonna get bad again because i tried to cut myself a few nights ago. the knife wasn’t sharp enough to really make a mark but i had no energy to keep trying. i really need help but idk what to do anymore.

[featherypromises]

Extremes

This one is for the Min Yoongi fans out there. The sickie is Yoongi with caretaking Hoseok and Namjoon. Thanks to: @snifflyjoonie @sneezybts @rosieknows and@bttwenty-whump for all the inspiration and headcanons.

Extremes:

Min Yoongi was fond of saying that he was more than just one person. And now, all of him were busy. The lines between himself, Suga and Agust D were shifting and blurring as he took on more and more challenges. Songs for BTS, in addition to producing songs for other artists (as Min PD) kept him in Genius Lab sometimes from when the other members went to sleep until they called him to choreography practice in the morning. 

When his eyes started to feel like they were about to fall away from their retinas , he knew that was a sign to catch a nap for an hour or two on the comfortable sofa in his studio. This had been his default setting for the past three weeks. It worked for the most part, with him getting most of his solid sleep time on the studio couch and small naps between recordings and practices. Yoongi figured he was averaging between four to five hours of sleep per day. But the last two days, had been both hell and heaven in one terrifying mixture. Yesterday , they had made their appearance at the MAMA event in Seoul. They hadn’t performed in Seoul, but they would perform tomorrow. They had to take an early flight to Japan and the weather promised to be awful. The weather in Seoul had been a frigid 4° C (39° F) and windy. Japan promised to be about the same in temperature and climate. 

The rapper shivered abruptly; just thinking about it made him feel cold. He rubbed his eyes and blearily stared at the clock in the room. “11:30pm”, the glowing digital numbers made his vision swim as they tried to adjust to the different lighting. He slapped his face lightly to rouse himself out of his drowsiness. 

“Ugh… I’m not even done packing yet…” he groaned. He wasn’t worried about their performance. He knew that they had practiced every line and step until they could do it blindfolded. The weather worried him a little though: especially with Tae and Jimin just getting over their latest colds last week. Being outside in such cold, dry weather without any real weatherproof gear on, could wreak havoc on the vocal line’s sensitive voices. Combine that with all of the travelling and long rehearsals they were doing. At least they were ending the event in Hong Kong. it would be a little warmer there.

Speaking of warmer… Yoongi grabbed his spare jacket that he kept at the studio and shrugged it on over his hoodie. He turned off his beloved studio’s electronics and locked up. Outside the night temperature had plummeted below freezing; the sudden chill and dryness made him cough a little as his lungs tried to adapt to the drastic change in environment. An icy gust of wind tossed his hair into his eyes and he brushed it aside with impatience as he hurried to his car. He got in and cranked the heat as high as it would go with already numbed fingers.

Once he arrived back at the dorm, he pulled his sweatshirt’s hood up over his head, jammed his hands into his pockets and shuffled inside as quickly as his tired body would let him. The extreme change in temperature made his nose run slightly. He rubbed the wetness away with his pointer finger. Revived a bit by the warmth of the dorm, he made his way to his room, where he made short work of the last of his packing and gratefully flopped onto his bed.

He didn’t remember closing his eyes, let alone falling asleep; but he knew exactly how much he wanted to just go back to sleep, now that he was awake at 6 am. His head hurt and his nose was completely blocked on one side. Sitting up was a chore. He felt almost boneless with how tired he felt. Coffee... he needed lots of coffee. Damn… coffee was downstairs. He sighed and muttered a soft profanity under his breath, before peeling off the clothes he had worn the day before and getting changed into comfortable travelling clothes. 

As he tried not to fall onto his face while pulling his pants on, there was a loud knock on his door,

“Yoongi-hyung? Are you awake?” The deep voice belonged to a surprisingly awake-sounding Namjoon. Yoongi winced as he head as the knock seemed to reverberate through his head. He tried to respond, but his voice came out as a croak:

“Ye…” he coughed, clearing his throat, “Yeah, I’m up, Joonah.” 

“Okay, Seokjin-hyung is making is making breakfast. Come down soon.”

Hearing Namjoon’s footsteps fade away, the older rapper sighed again. This was going to be a long couple of days. He grabbed his suitcase, a warm winter coat and a warm oversized scarf before heading downstairs to join the others.

He could barely smell his hyung’s cooking with his stuffy nose, but what he could smell seemed to be good. He entered the common area and sat on one of the breakfast island’s stools. Seokjin was ladling soup into bowls, but looked over when he heard the stool scrape the floor. 

“Ah… Yoongi-yah. Can you help with setting out the potato banchans and the fried eggs?” Nodding wordlessly, the rapper went to the kitchen to begin plating the food for the younger members. Seokjin raised an eyebrow at him,

“Long night?” the older man asked, “I didn’t hear you come in…”

Yoongi shrugged and rubbed at his nose with his shoulder. The steam was loosening his congestion, but this was awful timing. He hitched for a moment, his nose scrunching, before burying his face into his upper arm (away from the plates he carried) and muffled a nearly silent sneeze into his sweatshirt.

“Hhxxgt.” he sniffled quietly, and replied, “Not too bad. I think I got to bed around midnight.” 

“Good, that’s fairly early compared to your normal time.” Seokjin was still focused on the food, so it seemed that Yoongi’s sneeze had gone unnoticed. As if the smell of the food had summoned them, the other members shuffled into the kitchen area to eat (and some of them to finish waking up). Jungkook had entered, virtually asleep on his feet, being dragged by Namjoon and Hobi. They seemed to be the most awake out of all of the group. They dumped Jungkook inelegantly into a chair at the table, and started getting beverages for the members. Jimin and Taehyung sat down with matching plops. Jimin requested juice and just slumped forward leaning his forehead on the table. Tae smiled at his hyungs and seconded the request for juice before trying to poke Jungkook into wakefulness. The maknae’s eyes weren’t even open yet. The sight made Yoongi’s mouth twitch upwards into the hint of a smile. Trying to wake Kookie up was a thankless and lengthy process. 

Breakfast was a quiet affair, most of the members were still sleepy due to the early hours, for which Yoongi was grateful. After eating, the Hyung line let the maknaes clear up the leftovers and dishes. By 8am, they had all piled into the van and were on their way to the airport.

A few hours later their plane touched down in Tokyo. The flight was mercifully short and Yoongi couldn’t remember ever being so pleased to get off of a plane in his life. The pressure changes had made his head throb painfully and the congestion in his sinuses was getting worse. His nose was completely blocked now, and he had not been able to sleep at all during the flight. His head ached fiercely and he hissed in pain after stifling a pair of sneezes into his scarf, which he kept over the lower half of his face. 

Slowing down a bit, Yoongi pulled Hobi off to one side, 

“Hobi-yah, do you have any headache tablets with you?” The congestion was more obvious than he had hoped, and he couldn’t meet Hobi’s eyes. Asking Hoseok was a safe bet on Yoongi’s part though. The dance leader had a habit of pushing himself to his body’s limits and beyond. Hobi smiled at his friend and quickly rummaged in his cross-body bag. “Yaaaahhh…”, Hobi teased, “Of course! I got you, man!” His voice was light and high-spirited, but the older rapper felt the dancer’s eyes on him, not examining, but curious. He brought his head up and met the younger man’s gaze for a moment and nodded in response to an unasked question,

“Just the pressure changes, Hoseokie.” Hobi just nodded in reply. He didn’t comment on the stuffiness in his older friend’s voice. They knew each other well enough to know that they both hated being the center of attention if they weren’t at their best. Yoongi wasn’t sure that he could have brought himself to even ask the other members for medicine if Hoseok hadn’t had what he needed, even if his head split straight down the middle first. 

Seokjin-hyung and Namjoonie would scold him for working late and fuss at him. The maknae line would worry and try to help, especially sensitive Taehyungie. Hobi knew him best though. It helped that they both tended to work through any minor injury or illness and that they could relate to each other’s pride in the face they showed to the other members and their fans. 

Hobi passed his hyung a water bottle  and clapped him on the shoulder amicably, “Ready?”

No, definitely not,...

“Yeah,...”

Yoongi pulled his scarf back up and they rushed to catch up to the others. They reached them just as they were exiting the terminal and were greeted by the flash of hundreds of cameras  and the screams of the ecstatic Japanese ARMYs. They smiled, bowed and waved before exiting the airport and getting into the waiting car. The air had a sharpness to it, and Yoongi muffled a quiet cough as he crawled in next to Hoseok in the back. He leaned on the younger man’s shoulder. He slept in small, disturbed fragments. The trip to the hotel was a blur. Hoseok brought his bag into the room they would share, while Yoongi slept in the car. Mere minutes later they were traveling to the Saitama super arena for their final run through. It was a little while past noon. 

Three hours later, they had arrived, eaten lightly, stretched and had done their final practice. It was just the choreography portion to save their voices, but it was still tiring. Yoongi’s headache had been dulled by the pain relievers, but he felt fuzzy-headed and exhausted. His nose had changed from stuffy to runny during the rehearsal, which helped him breathe easier through the dances, but also made him clear his throat more frequently. 

By the end of the rehearsal, Yoongi was seriously questioning if someone could marry a bed. Laying down in a soft bed with warm covers sounded like heaven on earth right now. He rubbed his nose on his jacket sleeve, for what seemed like the thousandth time today and made a beeline for the chairs backstage and let himself fall into one with relief. Just behind him, someone cleared their throat (besides him for a change). Yoongi was startled enough to jump a bit, before seeing Namjoon in a folding chair just behind his. He must really be tired, he realized, if he didn’t noticed the less than graceful man flank him. Usually, he could tell when most of the others were nearby, just by their breathing alone (a consequence of living together for nearly 6 years). Maybe his ears were still off because of the flight…

“Hyung? Are you feeling alright?” Namjoon leaned closer behind him and kept his voice low. Yoongi turned in his seat until he could see their leader’s face out of the corner of his eye. The younger man was looking straight ahead, as if he was staring out over the stage, rather than at his hyung. The older rapper smiled tiredly at the attempt at subtlety. He brushed off the question quickly,

“Mmhmm.”

“You were struggling up there.” It wasn’t a question. Yoongi’s smile disappeared instantly, as Namjoon continued, 

“You were almost a full beat behind during Anpanman. You were out of breath too…”

Yoongi scoffed, ignoring the “slow” comment,

“Only Hobi could do that dance and not be out of breath afterwards, Joon.” 

“Look, if you need to rest before the show tonight, just…” the younger man trailed off, remembering the type of person he was speaking with, and sighed resignedly, 

“Hyung, at least be careful for our sakes if you can. We don’t need you to accidentally hurt yourself because you are tired… or…”

“Or?...” The oldest rapper voice was acidic and challenging Namjoon to complete that thought.

Instead the leader stood, cramming his hands into his pockets. Yoongi sucked in a breath to demand an answer, but began to cough as the inhalation scraped against a sensitive throat. He struggled to muffle it into his scarf, pressing it against his lips with a closed fist. The younger man was in front of him in the span of a moment. 

“Hyung…” Namjoon handed Yoongi his own water bottle and stood in front of him, effectively blocking the older man from the sight of the other members who were laughing and joking around on stage.

Catching his breath, Yoongi downed half the bottle desperately, his face pale, but stubbornly set.

“I can’t ask you to sit this show out, can I?” Namjoon questioned in a murmur, his eyes full of pity and concern. Shit, but Yoongi hated that look.

“Not unless you thrive on rejection…”

Namjoon ran his hand through his hair, in a very Jimin-like gesture, but this movement was laced with overwhelming frustration,

“Fine, I also won’t tell you that pushing yourself like this is stupid.”

The older man’s eyes flashed dangerously,

“This is one of our last performances this year. This is also an award show that we are hoping to win, isn’t it?!? How can you ask me to cripple us hours before a show… Can Hobi and you carry Anpanman alone? Not fucking happening, Joon. I’ll be fine.” His body chose that moment to side with Namjoon and he felt a burning pinch in his sinuses,

“H’ppshh! Isshh! Damnit…” he sniffled against a closed fist.

“Do you think you have a fever?” 

“No idea. That’s not relevant right now. Just let me get through the next two days. Then you can yell at me all you want.” Yoongi got up stiffly and walked away. He had taken as much of Namjoon’s leader mode as he could reasonably be expected to deal with at the moment. He knew it was well-intentioned, but right now, all that mattered was the performance tonight and finishing the next in Hong Kong. He could persevere until then. The others had enough to worry about; he refused to add more to their stress levels. 

He went to the area where the managers kept first aid items in case of emergencies. He made sure no one was around before opening the medicine box. He pocketed a couple a headache tablets and found the decongestants, he swallowed them dry and put a couple extras in his pocket just in case. 

He shuddered at the vile chemical taste, but went to start getting changed into his outfit for the show. He was starting to feel cold. This could be a problem. He was supposed to wear three different outfits. One for the red carpet, one for Fake Love and then a quick change into the one for Anpanman. He would be okay in the red carpet outfit because the long silver coat was big enough to wear a sweater beneath it, but the outfit for Fake Love was just thin pants and a loose fitting prince-style shirt. He decided to talk to the stylist about a last minute addition. 

After they had taken photos and done their introduction with the hosts, they headed into the audience to watch the first few performances. The other members were chatty and excited. When the signal was given, they headed back to wardrobe.

The stylist agreed to the change easily, as he would have been the only member in white with the old choice. She outfited him with a short suit jacket over the shirt, which gave him a bit more warmth and fit him well. She then sent him to make-up and he waited for the others to finish before taking a seat. 

“Min Yoongi-ssi, you are so pale today! And these circles under your eyes!” Yoongi murmured an embarrassed apology for cause her to work harder. The make-up brushes layered the foundation, concealer, or powder. As she was finishing the area around his mouth, he sniffled, and inhaled some of the powder. He released a small fit of sneezes into a raised hand. 

“Hhh’issh! Psssht! Igghhxt!” She patiently redid his makeup and offered a couple of tissues, 

“Just in case…” She said, smiling. He bowed and left blushing. He was grateful to be out of there and hurried to the backstage waiting area. The sound team attached their mics and earpieces and did their final sound checks. The members could hear loud cheering and the hosts beginning their introduction. 

Damn, his nose was running again. Yoongi sniffled and went to rub his nose on his cuff before remembering his makeup. Instead he used one of the tissues that the make-up noona had given him and dabbed at his nose gently, before tucking it away into his sleeve. Fake Love had intense dancing, but his rapping part was fairly short. Anpanman would be harder dancing and he would be rapping through most of it. 

They entered in darkness, the colors swirling over the stage in front of them, then the lights came up and Yoongi saw an ocean of ARMY bombs. He would do this, for ARMY who made this possible to stand here. He muted his mic until about 10 seconds before his rap, to minimize the heavy, gasping breaths he was taking from negatively impacting the song. He delivered his part with emotion and strength, the only fault he could hear had been the softened consonants as he sang. He kept pace with the others until the last chorus when his nose began to itch. He wanted to scream. Not here. He couldn’t during such an important show. His left foot missed a touch point as he became distracted. He couldn’t hold it. He had to sneeze. He held his breath as they met in the center for the final pose, and yanked his headset off before sneezing into his suit jacket sleeve. There was no sound, but across from him Namjoon was looking at him, breathing hard and completely focused on Yoongi’s face, unsmiling. The lights dimmed and they disappeared off stage putting out the anpanman outfits quickly. The sound team replaced his headset with a new one. 

They reappeared before the audience and began the energetic dance. Suga kept up through most of the song. During the part where he was supposed to rap alone he slowed to a rhythmic walk to give himself more air. His voice was rough and tired sounding but he was clear and on the beat every moment. At the end of the performance, he let Hobi “hug him” as they made their way offstage. Truthfully, Hoseok was helping to keep him upright. 

The got their makeup refreshed and their sweat-soaked hair dried before heading out to watch the ending. They received a few awards that night. Yoongi, managed a breathless laugh and a few important thank yous before leaving the rest of the speeches to the other members. Once everything was over, they piled into the limousine that would bring them back to the hotel. Namjoon was silence incarnate. The younger boys chattered and giggled and talked about the awards, Jin putting in his thoughts intermittently. Hobi kept Yoongi close. Every so often, he would push a water bottle into the older man’s hands in a silent encouragement to drink fluids. 

When they arrived, the younger members went with Jin to get cleaned up and to play games. Namjoon wordlessly followed his hyungs, his mouth a thin, tense line. Once inside the room, Namjoon paced for a few moments before asking Hobi,

“Hoseok-hyung, how is he?”

“HE is fine…” quipped Yoongi.

“YOU GET TO SAY NOTHING!” Namjoon shouted, surprising the oldest rapper into silence. 

Hobi swallowed hard and said,

“He seems to have a fever… I’m not sure how high yet, because of the exertion. He has had a bad headache since this morning, and he has been congested… Plus the sneezing.” 

“And the coughing fit earlier,...” Namjoon said mostly to himself, returning to pacing the room, but Hoseok heard the younger rapper and looked at Yoongi in disappointment. 

“Oh, Yoongi.” The dancer felt for the glands just under Yoongi’s chin and looked reproachfully at him when he felt how swollen they were. 

“If I had known you were this bad, I would have told Joonie-yah that you needed to be sat for this show. Are you trying to lose your voice before Hong Kong?”

Yoongi blushed, he felt awful for worrying them both. He was angry at his body and at himself. 

“No…” he mumbled, “m’sorry, Joonah… really.” 

Namjoon stopped pacing to stare at his hyung. He was pale with anger. He never seemed to run out of patience or tolerance for the other members' antics. Why was he almost shaking now with uncontainable frustration?

“You… you could have…” the young leader began, “You could need to be hospitalized if this gets worse.” He began to pace again, “You really amaze me, hyung…” This was meant sardonically, as the youngest rapper was in no mood to pay compliments, “What were you trying to prove? That you’re tough? That you don’t need anyone’s help? That you can’t or won’t trust me?”

Yoongi could only dumbly shake his head “no”. 

“What would have happened if you had passed out on stage? Do you think any of us could have found it in us to keep the show going while in a panic as an emergency team took you from us. What about ARMY? If they had seen something like that? They would have been terrified for your safety, and angry with us and the company for not taking care of you. I can’t exactly just go out there and explain that you are just a stubborn jackass with a deathwish.”

Yoongi looked at him in shock. This is what he’d been worried about this whole time? As the weight of what-ifs, hit him, the oldest rapper looked at the youngest member of the rapline, and saw him for what he was, a young man trying to carry all the cares and problems of the group and Yoongi realized he had only been making Namjoon’s life harder by keeping him at arm’s length.

Namjoon sniffed, and to Yoongi’s astonishment, he saw that the younger man was fighting back tears. His wall shattered and he reached out to his younger brother. Namjoon took his hand and said,

“Just tell me hyung, whenever you aren’t feeling well. It’s so hard not knowing for sure what’s wrong and having to guess. Please…”

At that, the tears spilled out of his eyes, and Yoongi could do nothing but pull Namjoon close to him in a tight comforting hug, 

“I promise. I won’t make this hard on you again. I’m sorry, Joonie-yah, I’m so sorry.” 

Hoseok sat beside them on the bed, his arms encircling Yoongi in a warm embrace. When the older boy broke away from them to sneeze into his fist, Namjoon said,

“Okay, hyung. Get showered and get some sleep already. Hong Kong is in 2 days, and you are only getting out of this bed to use the bathroom. If you are still this bad tomorrow, you will be sat. No arguments."

"Sounds good.” 

(I hope you like it. This one was really tough. I'm happy with how it came out though. 💜💜💜)

[sango-blep]

Baby stray update, day 3

At 12pm, my anemic ass (which was already close to passing out) started checking under parked cars every 30mins

2:30pm BABY KITTY SPOTTED UNDER OUR PARKED CAR. She likes to wait there until I come lure her out. I was hoping she’d come straight to the kitchen where I’ve been feeding her but maybe the stairs up from street level is too much (or maybe she’s just unmotivated until she sees evidence of food waiting for her up here 🙄). She’s very meowy. As if she’s saying “Hooman! I’m here! Gimme food! Now! Not up there! Here!” I want her eating up here near the kitchen bc it’s more protected from the street (cats and loud people). She spooks very easily.

2:40pm She’s finally up the stairs and eating. Yay!

My mom comes to check her out. Then tells me to name her Leticia. (After her sister. She originally wanted two goats, the other named Charity, also after her sister. It’s weird, I know.) Is this step 1.5 complete??

2:50 She gets spooked by another hoomin and runs away back to the street and under another parked car.

3:49 Her meows get weaker so I bring the food closer, and she finishes the rest of her (late) lunch.

3:58 She walks away after finishing her food to go rest under the neighbor’s parked car. (She looked back tho! *squeal*)

4-6 I chug water and sit dazedly inside from heat exhaustion.

6:10 I go lure her out again from under our parked car.

6:16 Dinner time! (I just realized her tummy looks very plump. Could she be pregnant???)

6:30 She leaves her food unfinished to go lay on some grass. I pack up her leftover and start washing dishes. Next thing I know, she’s gone. I go out. She’s on her way to the garage (no doubt to lay under the car again 😒) I call her and go back to washing the dishes. I look out she’s come closer. And has started meowing. I put out her leftovers. She finishes it all. Keeps meowing. I give her more.

8:13 Napping after her second helping of dinner

9:05 She’s meowing a whole lot! It hits me then that she’s really asking for help. I think maybe it’s an eye infection. Her left eyelid is closing. But maybe she’s just sleepy but doesn’t completely trust me yet so she’s literally keeping an eye on me. Is that even a thing? She lays down near her empty bowl and naps.

9:30 I leave to go to the pharmacy.

10:00 I come back and she’s gone.

I got a cardboard box. Hoping I can set it up with some blankets tomorrow.

_____

jdjfjd omg it's sweet how you're taking care of the kitty. OPERATION CAT MOM ALMOST COMPLETED

[oneplusoneistwins]

What is our schedule like in quarantine with TWINS?!

So we have been in quarantine for a month now right? Has our life changed that much? Mmm probably not... but boy, do we miss having a a parents night out and boy, do we miss having time for ourselves. My husband and I have been learning how to deal with other 24/7 with two kids and it is not easy. I am pretty sure this quarantine has been harder on our marriage than anything else. I am used to having class every day and sometimes twice a day, which gives me time away and I get to actually talk to people outside of my household and engage in something bigger than myself which is always nice. But now that I don’t get that and I have to do everything from home it is not easy. Plus my husband is used to working 8+ hours every day (late afternoon till almost midnight) so his schedule and time away has been ass backwards and he is struggling as well. 

After a month, we still do not know how to find time for ourselves and do something for ourselves because well... we can’t do much! 

It is has been extremely difficult for me to find motivation and time to do my school work because instead of my learning occurring in a classroom, it is being taught at home and I cannot even fully engage in it because my house is filled with two babies attached to my hip, and constant interruptions. 

So why don’t I try to do school work while they are napping or sleeping at night? Well I do most of the time. But their naps have been pretty inconsistent because Nick and I are both home all the time so I think their schedule is confusing for them. Instead of getting quality time with each of us or a family member, they are getting both of our attention. They have no idea what to do with all the attention so they pretty much run around like little psychos, climbing and getting into absolutely everything... !!! 

But it is hard for me to finish my school work at nighttime because I truly just want to rest after a crazy day of being home all day long, trying to entertain the girls and finding time for myself and doing housework. We eat at home almost every meal besides occasional takeout, and there’s always mounds of dishes and loads of laundry and constant messes by the girls. It is difficult to find time for myself (like doing my nails, a face mask, watching YouTube videos, reading, organizing) when there is always some housework to do... plus there’s no escaping it... it’s always here begging me to clean ! Lol. 

But anyway here is a look at our crazy schedule in quarantine!

WAKE UP- 7:00am-7:30am 

- go pee

- change the girls diapers

- get their sippy cups of milk

BREAKFAST- 8:00am-8:30am

- The girls usually have eggs mixed with ham and greens or oatmeal or cinnamon toast and I’ll always put cereal, yogurt or fruit on the side whatever I am feeling. I usually make them pancakes on the weekends and I put fruit in them 

- The girls watch some videos or shows on our Alexa video in their highchairs while they eat and I pour my coffee or brush my teeth and wash my face (I rarely have enough time to do both lol) 

- After breakfast the girls play for a while, while I do some school work and I try to finish my coffee during this time, or I play with them. 

NAP TIME- 10:00am-10:30am 

-I try to put the girls down for a nap and they usually sleep for 1-2 hours it just depends. It has been pretty inconsistent lately. 

- During this time I get school work done, clean up the house or start some laundry, lay down and relax, and make some breakfast for myself and my husband

LUNCHTIME- 12:00pm-12:30pm

-The girls wake up from their nap and we feed them some lunch and they usually have chicken nuggets fruit and snacks, or leftovers from the night before, or a sandwich of some sort

- I also usually give them some juice during this time since their pediatrician suggested to cut back on their milk intake 

After they eat lunch I usually make my husband and I some lunch or we will have some leftovers.

PLAYTIME- 1:00pm- 2:00pm or 3:00pm

-I get them into new outfits for the day or...If it is warm enough we take the girls on a walk, or get them in their swimsuits and swim in their kiddie pool in the backyard. They love doing either as long as we don’t climb on too many things outside or inside and have too many tantrums lol. 

- My husband and I play with the girls and by 2:30pm or 3:00pm they are ready for their second nap. 

- Their second nap has been very inconsistent so we just play it by ear. During their nap my husband and I try to lay down and relax or I get some schoolwork or housework done, it just depends how much work I have to do. 

SNACKTIME- 3:00pm-4:30pm

-During this time we give them a snack and some milk, juice or water and we put on some tv for them while they run around and make a mess! 

DINNERTIME- 5:30 or 6:00pm

-The girls usually have some sort of meat, veggies and carbs and they love anything that has tomato sauce on it so I tend to make them a lot of stuff with tomato sauce in it and they love it! 

-During this time I try to get Nick and I dinner started and we either decide to eat when they are still awake or we wait till they go to sleep, just depends how crazy they are being... lol 

BATH TIME- 7:00pm-7:30pm

- I usually give the girls a bath because I am faster at it than my husband but sometimes he wants to too. 

-I usually get the girls ready for bed and sometimes Nick entertains one of them while I get the other dressed. 

-Then the girls have another half cup of milk and we usually watch their favorite music videos (they love Maroon 5 and Taylor Swift... we have watched a few of their videos 923472652983592 times) 

-We also do some reading with the girls during this time and sometimes the girls have a little snack too like pretzels or something with carbs 

BEDTIME 8:00pm-8:30pm 

-Then it is time for the girls to go to bed so I put them in their cribs in their room and brush their teeth, clean up their room and they usually go to sleep pretty quickly since they are running around most of the day!

-My husband and I eat dinner if we didn’t eat earlier and I clean up the house and try to work on as much school work as I want to. I am usually exhausted by this time and I try to unwind as much as I can.

-Nick and I try to watch a movie together or he plays video games and I do school work or clean. 

- We go to bed usually around 12am... we need to go to bed earlier but we always like staying up late because we don’t have much time to ourselves during the day!

- We also like to drink a lot during this quarantine because we deserve to relax after dealing with these crazy kids all day that like to fight over everything and tackle each other !

Now this isn’t an exact schedule and it changes day to day if we need to go to the grocery store, or have an appointment or we switch up our walks to a morning walk or sometimes we don’t walk at all and we’re lazy. Sometimes we order takeout in the middle of the day and pig out and don’t get any housework done. What I have learned right now is that you don’t need an exact schedule! This is an amazing time to reflect and do whatever the hell you want that day if you are not an essential worker. Gain weight or lose weight. Eat healthy or don’t. Get projects done or don’t. Do what you can for yourself and take this time to be with your loved ones and enjoy each other’s company.  We won’t get back this time once this is all over. 

My heart goes out to all the health care workers and essential workers right now. You guys are the real heroes, putting your lives on the line. I pray all of you stay safe and healthy during COVID-19.

Sincerely, 

going a little stir crazy twin mama xxxooo

[flabbergabst]

CC prompt. Just some Captain Canary Fluff

A/N: I missed doing this and I enjoyed writing fluff!

Saturdays

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Friday,3:30PM

Leonard is in the bedroom, blueprints and plans all over the sheets. Entering the home security business after years of being a hero--legend--seems nice when it comes with working with your best friend. And the life in the present, without super villains or magical creatures chasing them, is great, especially living with the love of your life.

Their company’s next job is installing a home security system for the newly opened grocery store and they were given a close deadline. Although the tech is in place, they had to test it again later tonight for its opening on Sunday. He’s assured that it will work. He isn’t the best in his field for nothing.

But even for him, this is overworking.

He was just putting the papers away to lie down for a while when he heard their door open. It was too early for the hero work at STAR Labs to have finished, so this was a surprise. 

“Len?” he heard Sara calling him from their living room. Keys dropped on the bowl by the door. The thud of shoes he’d inevitable tell  her to properly place on the shoe rack. And the door of the refrigerator opening.

“Bedroom,” he answered.

After a little while, Sara found him lying down, looking so warm and comfortable. And the view of that just drew her in.

Before he could even say anything, Sara flopped down beside him and hugged him, taking comfort at the crook of his neck and enjoying his warmth.

Sara sighs and kisses his cheek. “I’m so tired, I can sleep for days.”

Leonard chuckled and ran his hand through her hair. “What did Barry and the nerds make you do today?”

“We trained. I kicked their ass,” Sara replied. “Then, they introduced me to a group of women who’d like to be trained thrice a week. I’ve always liked the idea of teaching self-defense classes and it’s finally happening.. But god, I am so tired.”

His warm hands slid inside Sara’s shirt, providing warmth on her back she needs so much.

“Mmm,” he responded, “and let me guess, you’re still up for rounds tonight?”

“With the new baddie around, yes,” Sara answered. “Hey, not that I don’t like seeing you here because I miss you so much and I want to go out on a date, but aren’t you supposed to be at your office?”

“I decided to work from home this morning,but Mick and I will be heading out to the location later tonight. How about tomorrow? Do you have plans tomorrow?”

With their busy jobs, they only get a few hours a day to really be with each other and talk. And Sara feels a little guilty being away most of the day, especially with Leonard trying to work at home some days to see her more. And this little moment, although short, has to be the highlight of her week so far.

"You know I don’t have plans tomorrow, Len,” she scooted in closer, kissing his jaw. “My Saturdays are always blocked. How about you? Any plans?”

“Saturdays are Sara Days,” Len whispered. “Non-negotiable.”

With that, Sara closed the distance between them and kissed him like how she’s been wanting to kiss him all day. Leonard pulled her in closer, nipping her lips and making her giggle.

“Thank you very much for that lovely kiss, Mr. Snart. I’m gonna go nap now,” Sara said with a sigh. “Wake me up before you go, alright?”

“I will,” Leonard promised, kissing her hair one last time. 

 4:30PM

 “Boss, I already told you, I’d be there on time at exactly 6PM and not a minute more,” Mick said, gruff as usual.

Leonard chuckled. “Can you and the team handle the test by yourselves? You know the drill, right?”

“Yeah, of course. Been telling you to take a break. But why can’t you come?”

“Sara,” he said, hoping his one word response would be been enough.

“I thought Sara Days are Saturdays? It’s only Friday.”

Snart sighed, “Yeah, I know. I just…”

“Missed her?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright,” Mick responded. “Captain deserves the rest too. And Snart?”

“I’m assuming you’re about to drop an important piece of wisdom,” Leonard drawled.

“You love her so much, don’t you?”

“Pretty obvious, isn’t it?”

 6:30PM

 Sara woke up slowly, still feeling the weight of another person’s arm around her. And after a while she realizes that Leonard is asleep. She looked at the alarm clock on their bedside table and panicked upon seeing the time.

“Len!” Sara said, shaking the man. “You’re late! We’re late!”

A groan was his only response.

“Babe, come on,” she tried pulling him up but he pulls her back to bed.

Leonard hugs her tighter, making her laugh and give in.

“Leonard…”

She felt a kiss on her temple.

“I already called Allen and told them you’re unavailable tonight.”

Sara stared with wide-eyes. “And your job?”

His smirk still so damn sexy. “Mick can handle it.”

“Which means…?” Sara bites her lips and runs her hand behind his head.

Leonard ducked and slowly inches in. “Sara Day just got here early.”

“Yes!”

[keepingupwithabi]

Another Day, Another List

Well folks, in my previous blog post I shared with you a list of things I needed to get through on Tuesday. I’ve got good news, bad news, and also just news. 

Let me start with the good news, I suppose. Good news is that I completed everything on my schedule AND THEN some. I failed to include a work meeting that I had last night at 7pm. While it was mandatory, I was super tired by this time after a full day of classes. 

Next, the bad news. I did not get a lot of homework done yesterday. I have a harder time doing homework super late at night, which was basically last night. I was able to help one of our classmates with her blog and the commenting feature, but that was really the extent of the homework I did. 

Now, for some news. I feel like one of those people like, “In other news...”. Anyways, the news I have is that I have had a pretty decent day. Wednesdays are one of the days I work both of my jobs: work study and waitressing. 

Here’s a little peek at how my morning went:

This morning I actually sort of slept in, my alarm didn’t go off until 9:45am. I got up (surprisingly, I skipped a shower), and not caring what I looked like, put on some leggings with wool socks, an oversized flannel, and Birkenstock sandals. Rushing into the bathroom (because I heard one of my roommates coming up the stairs), I brushed my teeth and washed my face. Brushing my hair into a ponytail, I made my way back into my room to gather my jacket and backpack. 

I passed one of my roommates in the hall as she was rushing to the bathroom, “Oh good you’re out,” she said. “I really have to pee.”

I laughed and kept moving towards the stairs. Once in the kitchen, I had to decide whether or not to make coffee. I decided I would have to skip because I wanted to just get work over with. Then I remembered I had to give my friend a ride back to campus (she had slept over Tuesday night).

I opened the door to our finished basement and walked halfway down the steps. I could see into another one of my roommates bedroom, the door was open. “Hey is she ready to go?”

“No she’s waiting for us,” my roommate said. THEN she goes, “Hey, what did you say to (roommates name) last night about the job interview?”

Sensing the tension and NOT feeling in the mood for a fight this early in the morning without coffee, I quite literally shouted, “I didn’t say shit,” and then left. 

See here’s the thing: living with three friends while also operating on my own schedule is quite hard. It’s also hard when basically all my friends and I have synced “cycles” now. So if one of us feels bitchy, all of us feel bitchy. I think we’re getting to that time of the month again, too. 

Anywho, here’s what is important:

I got almost everything done that I wanted to on Tuesday (besides homework, but who really WANTS to do that).

I was an adult and refrained from taking a nap.

I gave everything on that list my best.

Now, let’s figure out what I have left to do today:

2:45-3:30: Get ready for work.

4:00-9:00pm: Work.

9:00-10:00pm: Homework.

10:30-11:00pm: In bed, unwind time. 

And now for the most exciting part, planning Thursday.

9:30am: Wake up, shower, make sure to drink coffee to avoid snapping at people.

11:00am-12:15pm: History class (I have an exam on industrialization and abolitionists, I’ll let you know how THAT goes).

12:15-1:45pm: Go back to apartment, look at homework for my other online class.

2:00-3:15pm: PCJ class.

3:15-4:45pm: Do homework for classes, basically whatever I have to do in order to feel less stressed out.

5:00-6:15pm: Spanish.

6:15-7:00pm: Find and make dinner (I struggle with this).

7:00-10:00pm: Homework.

10:30pm: Wash face, brush teeth, go to bed. 

I think the lesson I took away from yesterday and the list of things I had to get done was that if I stay focused and don’t lost track of the bigger picture, I can finish everything. With that said, I hope that I can keep this in mind come tomorrow when I am going to be dragging. 

Can’t wait to let you know how it goes!

Wish me luck,

Abi

P.S- the gif at the top is an actual representation of my mood regarding my schedule 24/7.

[kevinychen]

Talkeetna (7/14)

Today we had two big things planned: rafting at 2:30pm, and a flight over Denali at 6.

Fortunately, even though we had a habit throughout this vacation of sleeping in until our first scheduled event, we did not bum around until 2:30. Instead, in the morning (ok, maybe it was late morning), Becky realized that Bernard from the night before had called her beloved pineapple weed plant "chamomile", as in chamomile tea. So after briefly foraging outside and preparations inside, she created a cup of homemade chamomile tea!

But tea isn't a complete meal. So we went to a food truck called Spinach Bread.

Just as we were looking at the menu but Natalle was looking away, someone came out, took down the board with the menu, and replaced it with a new one. Natalle looked back after she walked away. "Huh, how'd the menu suddenly change?"

Naturally, none of us told her. We're all really mean people.

It turned out that the food truck excepted only cash. This was a little worrisome because we altogether only had about $80. This was just enough to cover two spinach breads, four burritos, and a couple of drinks.

It turned out that altogether, we only finished two and a half burritos anyway. But I started getting really worried now that we were completely cashless. I was so anxious about being cashless that I even went back to the car to check if I had any spare bucks in my backpack. We went to a couple of ATMs, but none of them would except our credit cards, which even added an additional worry that they were stealing our credit card information, though Becky helped to alleviate that concern because it would be ridiculous for them to do that.

Later, after the trip, I would realize that I had $300 stashed in a hidden backpack pocket the entire time. Oops.

We were now full. But that only means that our non-dessert stomachs were full. We still had plenty of room for Shirley's Ice Cream! Natalle got the signature fireweed ice cream, while Becky got the Northern Lights, which was basically vanilla ice cream with a bunch of fruit-flavored ice bits mixed in. Becky could immediately detect that the fireweed ice cream tasted subtly of honey, but nobody else believed her. She made everybody take two bites of Northern Lights to desensitize their taste buds to the vanilla ice cream, and then try the fireweed. Before anyone else realized it, she succeeded in her plan to get us to help her finish her ice cream.

After finishing the ice cream, and after doing a bit of souvenir shopping, we realized we still had a bit of time to kill. So we drove back to the Airbnb, where Natalle impressively was able to take a 20 minute nap. We then headed back to downtown Talkeetna.

Tommy forgot a water bottle. Luckily, some of us had brought extra. Unluckily, Tommy was too prideful to use our water. So at 2:29pm, he ventured away to find some water to buy. Meanwhile Becky checked in at their rafting location where they told her that they were about to leave. Becky frantically searched for Tommy.

When we got to the rafts, Tommy was disappointed. "I thought that we would get to paddle ourselves."

Unfortunately, I immediately forgot the name of our rafter, but she had a cute dog named Charlie who slept on my lap for most of the beginning of the trip. That's easy to remember because I have a friend who also has a female dog named Charlie.

The rafter showed us many of the same berries along the coast that Bernard had shown us the day before. She even picked some red currant berries for us.

We finished rafting. Like I mentioned above, we were out of cash. So neither the rafter nor her dog got any tips.

Our scheduled guided plain ride to Denali was in a few hours. I had mentioned earlier that Becky and Natalle had wanted to make smores over the fire pit at our Airbnb, but we didn't buy any fire starter at Anchorage. So we set out to find some here.

We went to the (only) general store. They didn't have any, but they suggested we try a lodge a couple minutes drive away.

We went to the lodge. But they didn't have any either. They suggested the general store.

We went to the general store. They didn't have any, but they suggested we try the lodge...

...

Somehow we ended up in Denali Brew Pub for dinner. I got a pulled pork sandwich, where the pork was kind of dry, but the brioche bun was super nicely toasted. Also Becky had the great idea of ordering a bunch of sides, which made me very happy.

We made it to the airport for the Denali plane flights. They had to reduce our flight time from 90 minutes to 75 minutes. While we waited for the pilots, Natalle found a swing! Though she didn't appreciate me taking a sneaky picture.

What are you doing? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

When our pilot arrived, he told us that we would be the only four passengers on the plane! At first I thought this was awesome, but then I realized that meant the plane would be really really small. And really really small plane = really really bumpy ride = high potential for getting sick = possible death.

There was only one escape from death in the confined space. I learned it from reading Artemis Fowl. And that was to fall asleep. My brain started preparing the ritual to start falling asleep.

Tommy wasn't afraid. He took the cockpit seat. Is it even allowed to have someone who isn't a pilot in that seat? Wait, what if our only pilot gets a heart attack, or suddenly turns mentally incapacitated? Then wouldn't we be screwed? We would fall and crash to the ground, screaming for our lives.

Ah right, my sleeping brain is psycho. We successfully flew to Denali, tallest mountain in North America. But because of the fog, we could only see some of the surrounding mountains.

It's crazy how big and tall these mountains are. They didn't even look that big in real life (because it was hard to process the scale), let alone in the photos.

Anyway, we made it back without dying. Maybe this should have warranted a tip, but again, we didn't have any cash. Or at least, any cash that I knew about :(

So we went back to the Airbnb to attempt to make s'mores without fire starter. Fortunately, we had professional nature survivor Tommy tending to the fire, smart Becky using the bark from logs, and me saying words of encouragement. And we were able to come up with this:

We managed to make 4 delicious s'mores.

Then we quit and went back inside to play games. But what game? Bridge? Charades? Instead of deciding, we just alternated! Alternation Bridge Charades!

[lessieandfifi]

Milena Ryan

I know this is a little late as Milena celebrated her second birthday over a month ago but I’ve been so busy that I just haven’t been able to find time to blog. But now I’ve finally got some time so here we go.

Feeding

Milena eats exactly same as we do now and she definitely isn’t a fussy eater. She loves her food and her favourite time of the day is dinner time. She now eats with a spoon and we’re hoping to get her using a fork soon. She does still eat with her fingers too but she’s two so that’s pretty normal. She has several favourite foods too. Her favourite breakfast is Cheerios’ and orange juice. Everyday at breakfast she chants Cheerios’ at me. I tell her she can’t have them every day and she pouts at me with these massive puppy dog eyes, which makes me feel bad. I stick to my guns though and make sure she has variety. Her favourite lunch is toast with scrambled eggs and fruit on the side. Her favourite dinner is homemade macaroni and cheese with peas. She always gets excited when she knows I’m cooking it. When I place it in front of her, her eyes light up!

Sleeping

Milena sleeps between 11 and 12 hours a night, and her bedtime is 7:30pm. She usually wakes up between 6:30 and 7:00 am. When she wakes up she will usually take herself out of bed and play in her room quietly until we come to get her. She does wake several times during the night. Sometimes she will cry at her gate, other times she goes back to sleep on her own. She doesn’t always want to go to bed and will put it off by asking for one more drink or one more story. We try to incorporate those things into her bedtime routine. We allow her one extra request but we make sure she knows it’s just one request. Most of the time she understands but sometimes she will try to get more than one extra request. Thankfully she doesn’t seem to have any fears, like a fear of the dark or being separated from us.

She still has one nap a day which is in the afternoon, usually at about 1:30pm. She usually sleeps between an hour and half to two hours.

Growth and Development

Milena currently weighs in at 27lbs 1oz and is 32 ½ inches tall. She is still 12-18 month clothing.

Her walking and running are very stable now. She runs everywhere, she always on the go! She is mastering jumping up and down, including on her little trampoline. She can walk on her tiptoes. She likes to pretend she’s a ballerina! She tries to balance on one foot but often she tumbles over. She can climb on furniture and on her play structure. She can walk up the stairs but has to hold onto the railing.

She keeps trying to throw balls but she usually just drops them. She keeps trying to brush her teeth on her own but most of the time we have to help her. She likes brushing her own her hair with her little hairbrush. She likes to scramble into her car seat rather have us put her into it, she’s little miss independent.

She can build a tower of three to four blocks. She can do four-piece puzzles, which she loves. She usually does them for her calm play before bed. She enjoys pretend play, she loves pretending she’s a ballerina or pretending boxes are spaceships or boats.

She can follow two step directions like take your shoes off and put them away. She can say two to four-word sentences like mummy I tired or daddy I eat now. She often repeats words she hears and asks why or what’s that. She can now pronounce Evelyn’s name properly now, which is so cute.

She mimics other’s actions or behaviours and disobeys us a lot. She will often smirk when she says no and refuses to do what we tell her. She enjoys playing with other children at nursery, although she isn’t very good at sharing and enjoys playing with her little siblings. They always play really well together.

She’s realising now that she can be more independent and tries to do more things without our help now, which makes me feel a little emotional. My baby is growing up too fast.

Milena Can:

.Eat with a spoon

.Hold a crayon with her fingers rather than in a fist

.Walk up the stairs

.Mimic people

.Use two to four word sentences

.Do four piece puzzles

Likes

.Pretend play

.Being independent

.Disobeying us

Dislikes

.Sharing her toys

.Having her hair washed

.Going to bed without a fight

So I think that covers everything!

Love,

[whimsymuse]

Storytelling (chapter 8)

➺ “You’re so used to following the path set for you by others, that is until a certain someone comes along and teaches you to write your own story.”

 A story in which a famous idol falls for an average college student and they both try to follow their dreams, while struggling to stay together.

A/N This is actually my first fic for this fandom, so hopefully you all enjoy it!

Masterlist

pairing: Namjoon x Reader

genre: Fluff, humor and knowing me probably some angst

warnings: strong language

words: 3,042

Chapter: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, ... 

     Ever since the two of you exchanged numbers, you spoke to each other almost everyday. You spoke about everything and nothing and every time you were amazed by how intelligent he was. Each conversation you shared was meaningful, even if it was simply about the weather outside. Namjoon just had a way of making everything mean something profound and you really admired that about him. Sometimes, when both of you felt like taking a break from your stressful lives, he would ask to go on walks together. That was it, simple walks around town mostly around the Han River just to take a breather once and awhile and just to enjoy each other’s company. As simple as it sounds, these little walks were the highlight of your weeks. They kept you grounded in your whirlwind of school work and work stress and you also got to learn more about Namjoon every time.

     Namjoon, you learned, didn't keep regular hours. You would often fall asleep while texting him and then wake up to a good morning message from him sent during the early hours of the morning. Every time you saw the timestamp on those messages, you would scold him and tell him to sleep more, to which he would tell you “I sleep during the day, don't worry.” That response just made you worry more. You still didn’t know what his job was exactly, but you hoped he would get more sleep nevertheless. No matter how many times he told you that he napped, you couldn't bring yourself to believe that a couple naps during the day made up for a good night's rest.

You (7:43am):

     Joon, please. Tonight, sleep early.

Namjoon (7:45am):

     I can’t tonight, I still have a lot to do. But don't worry, after today I'll be done and then I'll sleep for an entire week. ;)

     He’d been saying that a lot lately; that he was too busy to sleep and it annoyed you. How could he possibly be too busy to get some sleep? In your university experience, you learned the hard way that your physical and mental health needed to take priority over all else, or else you would internally combust.

      You let out a heavy sigh as you threw your phone onto the couch.

      “What’s wrong now? Trouble in paradise.”

      You sent Alyson a glare before you sunk into the couch beside your phone. “He just. He’s not getting enough sleep.”

       “Why don't you just go to him and tell him to sleep if he’s not listening to your texts.”

       “I don’t know where he lives.” You grumbled and how Alyson managed to hear you from all the way in the kitchen, you had no idea.

      “Then, visit his work and force him to get some sleep.”

      “I don’t know where he works either. I don’t even know what his job is.” You said into the couch cushion.

      Alyson stormed into the living room, “You don't even know what his job is?! You’ve been non-stop texting this man for about a week and a half, you’ve gone on like a million walks together and that’s never come up?!”

      You groaned, then flipped over onto your back to look at her fully. “Of course it came up. But he still hasn't explicitly told me what he does and I didn't want to pry. It's none of my business anyways.”

       “What do you mean if none of your business?! You two are practically dating and you don't know this basic information about him? For all you know, the man could be apart of the mafia, or a murderer!”

      “You’re over exaggerating, Aly. And we’re not dating, we’re just friends.”

      You looked up to see Alyson crossing her arms in front of her and wearing an annoyed expression.

“What?” You asked.

“What’s his name?”

“Why?” You dragged out the question, suddenly growing a little reluctant to give up his name.

“Um… Because I’m your best friend and I should at least know the name of the guy you’ve been obsessing over.”

“I’ve not obsessing over him!” You protested, but Alyson just rolled her eyes.

“What’s his name, Y/n?”

You groaned but then looked up at her expectant expression and gave in knowing that she would not let up until you gave her what she wanted. “Namjoon.” You said, “Kim Namjoon.”

Alyson smiled and whipped out her phone, “Thank you.”

You watched her quickly type something out on her phone and your eyes widened, “Wait, what are you doing?” You asked.

“Googling him.” She replied casually.

“What?! No!” You quickly flipped over and off of the couch, then started to reach for her phone.

You chased her around the living room, but with her short stature she easily dodged your desperate hands.

She evaded you while you chased her through the kitchen and the dinning room and as you chased her towards the couch, she quickly climbed over it and out of your reach.

          “And, search!” Alyson called out triumphantly just above your crumpled figure on the couch.

“Holy shit.” She said.

          You lifted your head up from the couch, “What?”

          Alyson pushed some hair behind her ear and rapidly blinked her eyes before looking up from her screen at you, “Kim Namjoon, right?” You nodded, “What exactly did he tell you about his job?”

        You threw your hands into the air, “I already told you that I don't know much.”

        “Okay, but what do you know.” The urgency in her voice made you concerned, but you decided that answering her was the fastest way to find out what the heck was going on.

        “He told me that he’s in a band with six of his friends.” You shrugged, “That’s it really. He didn't seem to want to tell me more, so I didn't ask.”

        The expression that you were greeted with when you looked back up at Alyson made you freeze. Her eyes were so wide that the only way you could properly describe them was bug-eyed. Her jaw was dropped so low, you were concerned that it might actually fall off.

           “Aly” You slowly approached her, “You okay?”

            Alyson just shook her head and forced her phone into your hands before covering her face and collapsing onto the couch in hysteria.

         Your eyes quickly skimmed through the search results on the screen and with every passing link, your eyes widen more and more.

         Producer, songwriter, rapper and leader of an internationally famous group named BTS, or the Bulletproof Boy scouts, or Beyond the Scene? Stage name: RM, formerly known as Rapmonster.

         “WHAT?!”

     You quickly clicked on the Google images with shaking hands and were immediately greeted with pictures of Namjoon, your Namjoon - well, not yours but the one you knew. In the pictures he was wearing much more vibrantly coloured clothes that complimented his similarly vibrant hair, but his bright almond eyes and signature dimples left no doubts in your mind. That was the Kim Namjoon you knew.

       You whipped your head up to look at your friend for some acknowledgement that this was all some elaborate and messed up prank of hers, but all she did was take her phone from your hands and nod approvingly.

       “Cute and talented?” She said, “I approve.”

       You smacked her arm, “Shut up and help me!  What do I do?!”

               “What is there to do?” She asked with a shrug, “He’s still the dorky guy you fell for from the cafe, He’s just known by a little more people than you thought.”

        You scoffed, “A little.”

        “Okay, a lot.” Alyson admitted, “But does him being famous change the fact that you care about him?”

       “Of course not.” You answer without any hesitation, “It’s just that-”

        “No, that's it. You care about him and that's all that matters. He may be famous, but that doesn't change the fact that he’s a good guy or that he’s into you.”

         You rolled your eyes, “He’s not into me. We’re just friends.”

         Alyson cocked her eyebrow up and pointed at you, “You say that, but you literally just confessed to falling for him.”

         “What are you-” Your mind quickly raced through the conversation you just had.

       When did I? Oh…

       You pressed your face into your hands and groaned.

        Alyson laughed as she pat your shoulder, “Sorry, you can't control it sweetheart. It just happens.”

                You let out another groan before collapsing into the couch again, while Alyson’s laughter filled the room.

You (12:33pm)

          Hey, Joon. Can we meet up later tonight? I need to talk to you.

          After thinking about it for a long time, you decided to tell Namjoon what you knew. The problem wasn't that he was famous, heck Alyson was right when she said that he was still the same man you fell for. He was still the most wildly intelligent, the most charmingly contemplative and the most endearingly klutzy man you’ve ever met and you were not about to let him go over the fact that you suddenly found out that he was famous.

            No, Namjoon was far more than his fame and you had to let him know that you knew that.

             However, even though you knew about his band and his music, you couldn't bring yourself to watch any of their videos or to listen to any of their songs. It felt like you were betraying Namjoon’s trust; like you were intruding on a part of Namjoon’s life that he didn't want you to know about - He did refuse to tell you that he was famous afterall. You just didn't want to take more than he was willing to share, even if that meant not sneaking a peak at the music he produced, no matter how badly you wanted to listen to it.

     You wanted to be welcomed into his life at his own pace and by his own terms - if he wanted to let you in at all.

Namjoon (12:45pm)

       Yeah sure! I have a little time to spare and I’ve been meaning to ask you to dinner, so that sounds great. ^^

Namjoon (12:45pm)

        I’ll pick you up around 6?

You (12:46pm)

        Sure. See you then.

         The clock above your desk seemed to mock you. No matter how much you willed time to pass faster, the arms of the clock just seemed to slow down.

          By 4:30pm, you were already ready and were nervously pacing back and forth in your bedroom. Even if you weren't about to talk to him about his secret fame, you would be nervous. Alyson told you that it was normal to be nervous for a date, but even though neither of you explicitly called it that, you still felt like you would explode from your nervousness.

        You also didn't specify where you would be going on this outing, so you settled for a semi-casual look, leaning more towards casual. You looked down at your sweater and jeans. This is enough right? You wondered to yourself, turning around in the mirror. You’d paired the outfit with a gold statement necklace, but that was about as fancy as the outfit got. The snow outside had settled calmly on the ground, but the winter chill would only let you be so fancy before it pulled you down into its icy grasp.

                   As time lethargically ticked by, you tried to distract yourself with your creative writing assignment. Your assignment was to write a poem about being on the verge of something.

          ‘Anything’, your teacher had said with a vivacity that was far too much for an 8am class. ‘It could be about the feelings laced with the failure or with the success in achieving a goal. It could simply be about literally jumping from a high point, like skydiving! Just describe to me what you would feel.’

          You groaned and pressed your face into your notebook. It sure felt as if you were on the verge of something right now. Whether that was being on the verge of improving your relationship with Namjoon or ruining it, you weren’t sure - you hoped the former - but either way, the feelings were the same. The anxiety and the excitement that could only be felt just before an important date, spilled onto the page in front of you. You expressed your fears, your impatience and your anticipation in a chaotic free-verse.

           Just as you finished off the poem, there was a knock at your door that pulled you from your trance. For a second, you were confused as to why someone would be knocking at your door, but once you glanced up at the time and noticed that it as 6:00pm on the dot, you remembered your da- outing.

           Another knock at your door had you stumbling out of your seat. Somehow you managed to catch your foot on the leg of your chair and the next thing you knew, you were tumbling forward onto the floor.

           A few more knocks, these ones more rapid and loud then the last. “Y/n? Is that you? Are you okay?” Namjoon’s voice called out through the wooden door.

           You quickly jumped to your feet, “Fine!” You called back just before you swung open the door. “Hey.” You said breathlessly.

Namjoon looked at you with a concerned expression written all over his face, “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah!” You said a little too quickly to be convincing. “I just stumbled a little bit, but I’m okay.” You said as you smoothed your hair down.

An awkward silence fell between the two of you as Namjoon’s eyes scanned over you, as if to check if you injured anything. You prayed that he didn't notice how nervous you were because you could feel your heart rapidly beating and you also distinctly felt the heat building up in your cheeks the longer his eyes looked at you. The moment soon passed, much to your relief, as he greeted you with a shy smile. Awhile ago you thought you’d get used to seeing his smiles and hoped that maybe your heart would stop skipping a beat whenever you saw them, but boy were you wrong. If anything they only made you more flustered, but at least when he smiled his eyes crinkled enough that he doesn’t notice your bush.

        For Namjoon’s part, he was dressed handsomely, devastatingly so; in black jeans and a navy blue T-shirt that was hidden under the layers of his blazer, a scarf and a coat. From one glance you would say that he was a man that was not only confident in his fashion, but in himself too just from the way he carried himself. And although that might be the case, from the way he shifted back and forth on his feet, you could tell he was nervous as well.

       “I uh…” He scratched the back of his head as an evident blush started to blossom on his cheeks. “This is for you.”

       Your eyes widened when you noticed a bouquet of flowers being thrust towards you.

       Anemones. Your brain immediately said when you saw the large black centre surrounded by large and velvety looking petals. Anticipation, you thought, how fitting. The flowers were a beautiful shade of pink, similar to the shade on Namjoon’s cheeks and that just made you stare at them more fondly.

        “Wow, I’ve never got flowers before.” You said wistfully as your fingers delicately traced along the petals.

        “I honestly don’t know how to feel about that.” Namjoon responded and you tilted your head to the side in confusion.

         “What do you mean?”

         He shrugged, “I mean that I’m sad that you’ve never received flowers before because that's just absurd. But I’m also selfishly happy that I’m the first and only one giving you flowers.”

           His eyes sparkled as if they held all of the stars in the sky and since they were directed towards you, you felt like you were those stars and you just crumbled.

          “God damnit, Kim Namjoon!”

          “What?! Did I say something wrong?!” He started to profusely apologize, but you gently placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

          “No you did nothing wrong.” You said as you took the flowers and quickly turned, beckoning him to follow you into your apartment.

          “You just gave me a bouquet of flowers and piled on a couple of cheesy pickup lines.” You grumbled as you began your hunt for a vase for the flowers.

          Namjoon chuckled when he picked up on your words, “Was that too much?”

          “Yes! Okay no, but how can I compete with flowers and cheesy pickup lines?!” You called out from the kitchen as you placed the flowers in a small vase. They really were beautiful and you couldn't help but fall even harder for this man. It just wasn't fair how easily he managed to do that to you.

          “What are the flowers for?” You asked him as he made his way towards you,

“To thank you.” He said.

You raised a questioning eyebrow, pulling a chuckle from Namjoon. “I finished the project I was working on a lot sooner than expected and it’s all thanks to you.”

“Me?”

Namjoon nodded, “I was uh…” He scratched the back of his head and looked away, “I was working on an album for our band and you helped me finish it.”

“How did I do that?” You asked and Namjoon looked up at you fondly.

“You inspired me.” He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and then he turned and held out his arm. “Ready to go?”

“H-huh?” You asked, still a little thrown off by his confession, it wasn’t every day someone told you that they were inspired by you. In fact this was your first time every hearing that and you were completely caught off guard, but you quickly recovered with a shake of your head, “Y-yeah.” You said, “Let’s go.”

You hesitantly looped your arm around his and made your way towards your door. On your way, Namjoon reminded you to grab your jacket because ‘It’s pretty cold outside, Y/n. Didn’t you check the forecast?’ You swatted his arm when he said that, but still slipped on your jacket just before heading out.

Chapter: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, ...

A/N Hey guys! So here’s the chapter I promised to post before I leave for my trip. I’ll be flying out tomorrow and I’m not sure when I’ll have internet next, so I apologize again for my lack of activity in the near future. I’ll be back in a couple weeks, so hang tight!! I know this is kind of a cliff hanger, but... enjoy I guess ;) Thank you for all of your support so far! I love writing this story, so I hope you all love reading it ^.^

 please do NOT edit, copy or repost

[alextravelstojapan]

Thursday, Nov 22nd, 2018

We woke up and got ready for our day trip to Universal Studios Japan. Then we went our in search of breakfast and were surprisingly unsuccessful until we saw a sign for Viede la France that was on the 11th floor of the station. We got some bread and some nice coffee and then caught the bus to Universal. It was a pretty short bus ride and we arrived right at the site. Well first was a long strip of all of the restaurants and souvenir shops that you can go into free of charge. And we were trying to meet Meda, Kevin, and Therese that were also staying in Oosaka for the weekend so we stood by a Lawson’s for a little while Carson connected to the WiFi and tried to contact them through FB messanger. They actually came to USJ very shortly after us so it didn’t take us long to see them also standing near to Lawson’s.

We walked all together to the studio entrance and when I saw the 7900¥ price my heart hurt a little bit and I was having second thoughts but I bought a ticket anyways. When we got into the park our first stop was the bathroom and then we did some loose planning about what we should do first. Well since we all wanted to go to the Harry Potter world we decided that should be our first adventure. I bought some butter beer for 600¥ which was yet another purchase that made my heart hurt a little. After I bought it, I set it on a ledge nearby while I got out my camera and Meda hit my cup with her elbow and almost knocked it over but luckily most of the drink remained in the cup. The butter beer was delicious which I already knew, having tried it at the Universal Studios in Florida three or four years ago. We walked around for a short while before stopping to take some pictures of the castle. The line for the castle ride was about 110 minutes so we were all like hell no but went into the line anyways. We opted for the castle walk instead of the ride which was no wait and really cool to me because I didn’t go into the castle at US Florida.

Dru, Kevin, and I decided to go check out the other parks while Meda, Therese, and Carson stayed behind to scope around for some souvenirs. Dru, Kevin, and I wandered into Jurassic Park which was kind of a let down because there were no dinosaurs. All three of us were checking out the food options as we walked because even though everything looked good, it was also all ridiculously priced. I was in a sour mood for pretty much the whole day because I didn’t feel the money I had spent was worth the experience. And even though I was trying hard to stay positive, it was difficult for me because I wanted to buy things but couldn’t rationalize spending that kind of money, nor could I rationalize standing in a line with over an hour’s wait just to be on a ride for 1 minute. So that’s why I don’t like theme parks and don’t plan on going back to one for at least another 5 years.

Because Jurassic Park didn’t have much to offer us besides long lines for rides and overpriced food, instead we waited for the rest of our friends for quite a while outside of Jurassic Park. In the meantime, I got crabby brooding over my quickly emptying wallet and my hungry stomach. So I ended up saying to hell with it and got in line to buy a 500¥ churro. While in line I started to doubt whether it was going to be a good purchase, and unfortunately it wasn’t, which made me even more frustrated. It was also at this point that my feet started hurting so I was just not having a very good day. Yeah I guess I should’ve warned you earlier on but this post is basically just full of complaints lol.

Anyways after we had all met up again, we walked over to the area designed for little kids which had Snoopy, Hello-Kitty, and Sesame Street themed parts. We accidentally got split up and then met up again while waiting in line for a Snoopy ride. The ride was one of those ones that has a cart for two people extending from a connection point in the middle. So all of the two-person carts are positioned in a circle but have different attachements to the center so that each cart can independently move up and down vertically as the center point spins clockwise. I think I took a picture of the ride so if my description is lacking that should help give a visual of what I’m talking about. Anyways, even though this ride was designed for kids it totally made my stomach drop a few times as we moved up and then down. It was fun and I was happy we got to finally go on a ride. Then we entered into this large building that was also Snoopy themed and got in line for another ride. This one was a regular rollercoaster and was only a 30 second ride so it was a short distance and really fast but a lot of fun.

Next we walked around and eventually made our way to the minion-themed area. I said I hated minions right before we entered the park but after walking around for a little while they started to grow on me lol. I’ve seen a lot of people dressed up in minion costumes too so they’re really popular and I never really got why until Dru said that she also came to like minions because they’re always happy and just wanna have fun. We then walked to this place where an original short-film about Shark was showing, mainly because Kevin really wanted to see it. We didn’t wait in line for that long but we were ushered inside this small room and had to stand for what seemed like forever while these two ladies just talked in Japanese to kill some time and I about screamed. That seems a little extreme but I just really wanted to sit down because my back and feet were hurting me. Then this weird short clip that I couldn’t understand played as we stood there. I was so happy when some doors opened and we were finally seated in a large theatre. The movie wasn’t very good but it was an interesting experience because the chairs would move along to when the characters were doing things like riding on a horse or jumping and landing on a something. And then water would be sprayed from these mist machines when Donkey spit or someone was splashed by water. And air was released from some openings near our heads and legs when a character was launched into the air. I felt a lot better after sitting down for a while but we left USJ shortly after that anyways.

We got dinner in the free-admission area outside USJ at Mos Burger which is just a fast food place and I was yet again disappointed with another purchase :/ But after that, Dru, Carson, Kevin, and I went into a souvenir shop and I bought a little octopus stuffed animal for 900¥ which was a great purchase in my opinion 😁 He looks exactly like the octopus emoji 🐙 Octopus in Japanese is tako and so I call him Tako-chan or Taquito.

Carson, Dru, and I then returned to our condo and I took a little nap, during which, Mike had left a note on our door telling us to stop by for a chat when we can. We had told Kevin, Meda, and Therese to meet us in Oosaka station at 6:30pm but our talk with Mike and Hitomi ended up making us not leave the apartments until about 6:45. We got to Oosaka station about 30 minutes late but I only Kevin was waiting in the agreed upon spot because navigating around Oosaka station proved to be much harder than expected. We eventually found Therese and Meda, and afterwards we decided to walk around the area and look for a place to get drinks. We went to the same area that Mike had shown Carson, Dru, and I the night before because the alley ways had been lined with bars and karaoke places. We wanted to do karaoke but knew that drinks there would be over priced so we searched for a long time before we could all decide which bar we should go into. We ended up choosing this strange place that had very eccentric employees and games like billiards, darts, Mario kart, one karaoke room, and that golf game where you hit the ball against a screen onto which the course is projected. I was disappointed when I discovered that we had to pay a cover but none of the games were free but why I should have learned by now that nothing in this capitalistic world is free -.- The drinks were also expensive and I was convinced that all of the mixed drinks would not be very strong so after we ordered a round of mystery shots, I ordered myself a glass of straight tequila. I ended up paying like 1700¥ for everything so it might have been better to just get drinks at the karaoke place.

We left the bar after a short while and then went to the convenience store next door to buy some more drinks before we went to the karaoke place. I got an Asahi beer and hid it in my backpack until we were safe in our karaoke room. We sang for an hour and it was a lot of fun! Karaoke should be more popular in the US. I would definitely love to go again but I don’t think I will have the chance to :c After that, Carson, Dru, and I returned to our apartment and Kevin tagged along to see our place. He left after a little bit to catch the last train and then we all had some much needed sleep.

[iamlaurenjenkins]

8 days post Anterior Total Hip Replacement

Got diagnosed with end stage arthritis on my right hip at 29 years old. Apparently an undiagnosed child hood trauma injury. Finally had THR about 8 days ago. Thought I’d share what my days look like lately for anybody that is going to have to have the same procedure

How my day looks after hip replacement surgery

- wake up between 4-5:30am (due to pain)

- 6am pain medication

- Brush teeth, hoping soon to add wash face

- 6:15am - 11:30 ice compression machine

- Coffee (made by someone else)

- Breakfast (also made by someone else)

- 8am more meds

- 8:30 PT (right now I can do toe points about 7 knee raises)

- 11-noon nap if I’m lucky

- Noon pain meds

- 12:30 - If I’m not in too much pain go up one flight of stairs as part of PT to have lunch

- 1:30 walk to office with walker as part of PT & work as long as I can

- 2:15ish lay or sit down because I’m exhausted again

- 3ish back downstairs for more ice therapy

- 5ish attempt shower and put on clean clothes (favorite part of day because showers are my new best friend)

- Change wound dressing every 3 days

- May have to lay down from exhaustion from shower and getting dressed

- 6pm more meds

- 6:30ish back up stairs for the last time for dinner and PT

- 8pm more meds

- 8:30pm final stair journey down for the day (these are usually the hardest even though down is easier than up)

- 8:30-11pm ice therapy

- 11:30/ midnight more meds.

- Sleep. If I wake up at 1am in writhing pain it’s time to take the hard pain meds otherwise I’ll be up ever 45mins or so.

Last night I slept 6 hours which is the longest stretch since coming home from hospital

…..Repeat…..

Every day gets a little better. The nerve pain in my legs and feet is lessening. I’m still having some muscle spasms in glutes, thighs and side. Right side is still sore and incision has started to itch. BUT I’m seeing improvements. Night sleeping is getting better. Healing is a journey.