#in the midnight to 4am range

[intotheelliwoods]

ahahahah whoops my hand slipped :3 ahhahahaha ow

[hella1975]

me and my friend have both gotten with the same guy at least once over the course of coming to uni which is all very funny between us two until she breaks the sacred code and i wake up to him IN MY FUCKING FLAT

[quiznak-ofgrayskull]

New years: the only day of the year that my sleeping habits are accepted

[bangtaninborderland]

JJK- Baby Don’t Cry

You and Jungkook had been arguing non stop for the better part of the past two weeks, you had forgotten why you were initially angry at one another instead you had both began to find things to dispute every day, each time it progressively putting you both in a worse position.

You were thankful his schedule had gotten busier in the last week, both needing time to clear your head.

You’d been with Jungkook since you were 18 and he was 19, you’d grown together, you’d had your first everything with one another. First date, first adult relationship, first time.

You’d supported him through the past 6 years of his career as he had yours, you’d started your own clothing business, Jungkook had invested into it, you declined at first but he insisted and eventually you gave in, it had succeeded and your own company had 5 stores in South Korea and 3 in Japan.

It hadn’t been easy, you both had always been under a lot of pressure but you made it work, things never got bad. Not until December 17th.

You knew how much Jungkook was worried about the future, the people he had surrounding him were suddenly about to be doing their own things. Of course he could manage without them, he is a full grown man. He isn’t a helpless child but it still hurt when he had to bid goodbye to his eldest Hyung.

For the first month you had both taken time off work to be with one another, you were close with jin. He acted as a big brother to you, always making sure you were okay. He included you in everything just as much as he did his own fiancé.

Jungkook had cried, gotten angry, refused to do anything and then eventually Namjoon came over with Hoseok and whilst they were all sitting there drinking beer and essentially counselling one another the phone rang.

It was Jin.

They all cried when he let out a “jwehope.” As much as they persisted that they had not cried and that the smell of the beer was just strong causing their eyes to water you knew how much it had effected them.

Jungkook because even more distant after that, he would go to the studio and not come home. A few times you’d had to go to collect him only for him to lock the studio door blocking you out.

Two weeks ago it had gotten the worst it ever had, he had missed your anniversary. He had chosen to go live for army and drink with them.

He had told you he was going to but he forgot to mention he would do it on your very own anniversary. You was furious when he stumbled home the next day complaining of a headache an exhaustion.

You felt awful as you took Bam to the vet for a check up that Jungkook was supposed to take him for. You hadn’t mentioned to him just why you were upset, that conversation was best left for when he sobered up.

You hadn’t anticipated that the second he did he would be back to hiding himself away, refusing to be near you, you felt unwanted. You couldn’t understand this sudden change but you knew one thing and that was that you was not going to let him treat you like this.

You sat on the couch, waiting for him to come home. Usually he would be home anytime after midnight so you prepared yourself for a long night.

It was 4am when he walked in the door, hair messy, his clothes wet most likely from the onslaught of rain.

He jumped seeing you sitting on the couch as he slid his shoes off. “You’re awake.”

“Yep, we need to talk.” You continued to stare out of the window even as you spoke to him.

“What’s wrong now?” He ask, slumping onto the couch opposite you.

You pushed yourself further into the grey corner chair that you had brought a few months ago, you found it comforting to sit and watch the city go by. “Us kook.”

“Nothing is wrong with us.” He defended.

You rolled your eyes, shifting to look at him. “Really? We haven’t stopped arguing for weeks, you forgot our anniversary. You are barely home and when you are you don’t talk to me.”

“It’s not like that.” He shook his head, looking guilty. He shuffled over to your side, pulling you closer to him.

You pulled away earning a hurt look from him, normally you’d rush to fix the problem you usually had amazing communication between you but right now all of those well developed skills no longer existed.

You raised your eyebrows In disbelief. “Then what is it?”

“I just feel so scared, I’m so fucking scared all the time. These next two years are planned out but no plans can predict how we will all feel emotionally, they have always been my family and it’s hard seeing them go one by one when they have already been through so much. I’m so fucking scared because soon enough it’s going to be my turn and what about you? You can’t tell me you won’t be here crying when I’m gone. Fuck we have had each other our entire adult lives, I can barely go a month without you, people don’t respect our privacy enough for you to be able to visit me. How do I know you will all be here when I’m back? I’ll be the last to go you could have all easily moved on.” Your heart breaks as his tears drop to the floor, his nose bright red from the crying.

You knew he had been worried, you knew the time apart for you both would be difficult and in all honesty it probably should have been something you both discussed sooner. You suddenly felt guilty, you’d been so caught up in your own worries that you had failed to notice his.

“Kook, baby don’t cry.” You pulled him in for a hug, trying to make him feel as loved as possible. “I know you’re scared and honestly I am too, I know we haven’t spoken about it but I just thought it would be easier to have this conversation closer to the time. I know the members adore you, I know just how special you are to them, bangtan without you is nothing, the same way it would be nothing if even one of you was missing. When it comes to us all I can say is I have been here since I was 18, you remember the day we met? Never in my wildest dreams did I think that I would end up falling in love with you the way I did. You were such a brat.” You both chuckled before you continued.

“I’m sure the bowling alley we went to on our first date was minuets away from actually collapsing, I still don’t want to know how you even knew that place existed.” You laughed again, he shuffled you around so you were resting against his chest. The faint sound of his heart beat comforting you. “Do you remember the way you invited me to your music bank performance? You handed me an invitation and walked off, I was so confused. I have never waited so long for something in my entire life but seeing you doing what you loved made me so much more interested in you.”

“Firstly, in my defence Namjoon Hyung had told me about that bowling alley. I argued I should have taken you to an expensive restaurant but Jin Hyung said it didn’t matter where you go with someone, it’s always the person that matters not the place. Besides I don’t remember you complaining about how the date ended.” He pinched your side, making you squirm. “Secondly, I was so nervous to ask you to come I even requested they hand out snacks and water so you would be okay. I didn’t want you to just want Jungkook of BTS. I was nervous you were going to sell me out.”

You turned to look at him, he seemed apologetic but you could understand the pressure he was under to maintain his image. “I never knew if you noticed this but I would always turn my phone off so you didn’t worry.”

“I did, after a few dates it became something I was both aware and thankful for, it’s crazy how we never think back to that time. It’s been years and this is the first time we have revisited our beginning.” He sighed.

You drew a breathe before responding, linking your fingers with his. “We are going to be okay, I’m going to be here waiting for you and so what if I cry in your overly expensive sweatshirts and ruin them all, I’ll be okay because at the end of it all we will have each other. We have always had each other Jungkook.”

You felt him relax behind you at your last sentence, as much as he hated to admit it he too craved reassurance the way you did.

“I don’t want you to regret waiting for me.” He whispered, his voice laced with shame.

You shook your head, climbing off him to reposition yourself. You swung a leg over his lap, placing yourself directly in front of his face. “Jeon Jungkook, I have ran away from paparazzi for you, I hid in a bush when you were approached by fans, we went to dates in the sketchiest places for the first two years because I was too afraid to go to anything remotely high end in fear we would get caught, I cooked an entire three course meal when I first met the members just to make a good impression only for you to bring home pizza. We have gone through tours, not seeing each other for weeks, our only time together being spent sleeping, we have argued and we have made mistakes but every single time it has only reaffirmed that I am utterly in love with you and I would wait an eternity to be with you.”

You lean into his touch as he brings a hand to caress your face, his lips pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your nose and your lips. His breath was hot on your face as he mumbled “I thought I was the luckiest person, I had fame, financial security, amazing friends, the ability to pursue my dreams but it all meant nothing without you, you were the final piece to my puzzle.”

“Much like all of those wonderful things I am not going anywhere, ever. Unfortunately you’re stuck with me.”

He shook his head laughing. “I’d be honoured to be stuck with you.”

You laughed with him but slowly it died down and you was left with your own worries. “Why was you pushing me away? You really forgot our anniversary.”

His face fell, his shoulders sagging. “I felt awful, I was trying to work on my album but nothing was working I genuinely thought it wasn’t for another week ever since jin Hyung left and hobi Hyung started to prepare to go time has gone by weirdly. I am so sorry that I wasn’t there for you I am going to do better, I think I was worried so much that you’d leave I started to push you away. I thought at least then I’d be able to prepare myself.”

You lightly smacked his chest. “You are so foolish, you are definitely going to have to make it up to me I am still very mad at you for that but I can understand.”

You knew how hard the last few months were for him. Coincidentally you knew how much of a perfectionist your boyfriend is so you knew he would make it up to you in the most extra way ever.

“What If I buy you a house?” He raises an eyebrow.

“We have a house” you retort.

He hums. “What if I buy you a car.”

“I don’t have my licence.” You laughed.

“What if I buy you a cardboard cut out of me, I see a video of an army with one in her room. You can hug that when I enlist.” He raises his hands as if to defend from an attack as he laughs.

You scowled at him rolling your eyes. “Why would I need a cardboard cut out? I climb into bed with you every day, besides I’m sure my imagination can muster up enough material.”

“You’re such a tease, I’ll make it up to you, you know that right?” He pulls you closer to his chest, his arms feeling like a safe barrier around you.

“I know you will. You know we will be okay? We will figure it out together. Always have and always will.” You smile, knowing that with him everything would all be okay.

“I’m sorry for being so emotional, I know I should have just talked to you. I know we will be okay.” For some reason you find comfort in his reaffirmation of your beliefs.

You pull back, your hands falling to the side of his face as you pull him in for a kiss. “Never ever apologise, you’ve gotten me through my worst and I will you.”

“Don’t cry baby.” He whispers mimicking your earlier words as he brushes away a tear that you had unknowingly shed.

“We will be okay.”

“Always will be.”

[judysxnd]

Hiiii!! I have a Pedro request - f & plus size reader if that is okay!

So reader has some friends visiting/staying at Pedro’s place for holiday whilst he’s on a break from projects and they all decide to go out for casual brunch one day. They think they have slipped out incognito however haven’t realised that someone caught wind and alerted the paparazzi (who are outside restaurant waiting to pounce). When they leave Pedro and reader get mobbed by paps (reader is shoved/pushed an gets hurt - grazes, split lip, possible black eye i’ll let you choose). Pedro becomes protective and quickly tries to get them back home. He then tends to the wounds etc and consoles them.

Make it as angsty/fluffy as you like, thankyouuu!! <3

Not going to lie, I delayed this one a little because I wasn’t in a bad mood, like, sometimes I write the ideas when it matches my mood, not sure if it’s good or not but here I am today trying to write this one as I don’t really feel good. I don’t really know how to explain it, and it doesn’t really matter, so there it is!

Also I noticed I’ve never written any story set up during winter, probably because I don’t like it 😂 I’m going to try here. It’s a small detail that will help.

I hope you like it!!!

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You were the first one to arrive at Pedro’s house. He invented a few friends to his house for the weekend as he finally came back from filming. He was on a break as it was a week before new year’s. Of course he came back for Christmas, but he didn’t get to see you before leaving to spend the holidays with his family and you with yours.

So, he decided to make a new year’s weekend. It was on a Sunday, so it was perfect. He wanted to do a party on Saturday night and a nice brunch the next day to like sober up and start the year with his closest friends. It would be later in the afternoon probably as no one would be up for 12 or even 1pm. So you arrived there first like you wanted, hoping to have a few moments alone with him. You haven’t seen him un months. FaceTime and texts don’t count as real physical interactions. After some time everyone started to arrive, so the party could start.

The party went great. Music blasting very loud, drinking, dancing, talking, playing games, everything that could be done was done. You all counted down till midnight. Not to forget the tradition, Pedro kissed you went the clock rang. You were blushing as you didn’t expect him to kiss you. You hoped for it, but you’re so used to be private and never do anything in public that it surprised you.

Yes. You’re dating, but you’ve not made anything official. You want to see where it goes before making big commitments, plus you don’t want to deal with all the haters and such. You have other stuff to be focused on. But, your closest a friends know about it, so you don’t have to hide in your own home surrounded by people you can trust.

The party went on until 3/4am. That’s why you only woke up in the afternoon. It was around 12pm, and you were the last to wake up. You were surprised as you thought no one would be up so early, but it was good, because it meant you could go eat at the restaurant.

Going out after that party was risky, but Pedro made reservations in a secluded spot, so you wouldn’t see anyone. He wanted to have a fancy lunch, but didn’t want to have it at home. You tried to come as secretly as possible, in a regular car, almost entering the place one by one. And you did, well at least that’s what you thought.

When you were at the end of the lunch, trying to enjoy your desserts, you all heard voices outside. Not paying attention to it at first, thinking it was maybe a big group at a table in the restaurant, you tried to get back to your lunch. But Pedro had a feeling. He got up and went to the bathroom, making him go through the restaurant. As he did, he caught a glance outside and saw what he feared: a large group of paparazzi trying to get in.

“We have a problem” he said as he came back, looking worried.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him as he sat back next to you, avoiding any eye contact. You put your hand on his thigh. “Pedro”

“Paparazzi” everyone looked at him. “I don’t know how they know, but they’re outside waiting for us”

“seriously” one of his friends sighed

“How?” Another one asked, upset

“I don’t know” Pedro said, starting to get angry too

“Let’s finish our desserts then we will improvise” you said trying to calm him down

“I can’t believe it” he said shaking his head, grabbing his spoon and picking a piece of his cake. “I made a reservation, we arrived in small groups, no one saw us”

“It’s okay” you said “we’ll go out by the back door”

“No it’s not okay. We should be able to leave outside, in peace”

“I know”

You all tried to finish your desserts as relaxed and happy as you could, but it was a lost cause. No one talked, too focused on what could happen next. You all had a reason to fear this moment, making you angrier at each second. At some point you had to leave, so Pedro got up and left the room first. You decided to join him, not wanting him to make some mistake because of his anger.

“Excuse me, I would like to speak to the manager” Pedro said at the first server he saw once he got out. The young man pointed to an older one behind a bar, talking to a lady. You both walked to him, which made him stop his conversation.

“Hello” he said nervously

“Hi, I was wondering if there was another exit to leave because as you can see it’s a little complicated for us to just go through the front door” he said in a dry tone

“I’m sorry but there isn’t”

“What?” You said surprised

“What do you mean there isn’t an other exit?” Pedro was getting angrier

“Don’t you have an emergency exit?”

“We do but it just leads to a backyard, completely closed by walls”

“Shit” Pedro said looking around. “So what if there’s a fire you’re just stuck in there? What kind of restaurant is this?” He started to raise his voice

“Calm down P, it’s not his fault” you said putting your hand in his stomach.

“Yeah by the way, how did they know we were here?” He asked “When I made my reservation, which was made with you precisely, how did it get out?”

“I-I don’t know” he said anxiously. “Only the two servers and I knew about your reservation”

“So it’s the two servers. I would like to see them”

“I’m not sure if it is a good idea” you said, looking at Pedro who was staring at the manager. “Pedro” he finally looked at you, his eyes filled with anger. “I think we should focus on leaving and get home safe, that’s all that matters” he took a deep breath

“Okay. Let’s get out of here” you took his hand and you both went back to the room where you had your lunch. “So, there’s no back door, we’ll just have to confront the paparazzi” he said to everyone. They all started to mumble and swear.

“Let’s go” you said

You took a deep breath as you followed Pedro outside, holding his hand tightly. You barely stepped outside that all you could see were flashes from their cameras. You didn’t realize there were so many people. It was the worst minute of your life and it was going insanely slow. Pedro struggled so much to get through them that you felt like you weren’t even walking.

You couldn’t even hear what they were saying. You just heard words here and there. “Pedro! Pedro! How do you feel being seen with Y/n?” You first heard. “What… think.. her size?” You then heard. They were trying to get any type of reaction. If they couldn’t get a good one, they would search on the negative ones. Sadness, anger, anything that would make a perfect picture. “Defenseless”, “.. heard fat jokes?”, “weird relationship”, “Pedro what do you see in Y/n?” And laughing.

As you thought it couldn’t get worse, they thought it would be funny to start pushing around. As if being verbally mean wasn’t enough, they started to get physical. Pedro always told you to never respond to anyone if they were too many people, to keep your head down and leave as fast as possible. But they were really too many. You’ve ever seen so much people. They probably had no one else to harass. Business was hard for them.

That’s what made them touch you. You felt hands trying to grab your arms. You even felt some touching your stomach. You felt tears forming in your eyes, but you had to hide them, it wasn’t the right time. Pedro stayed very close to you, holding you close to him. He was begging them to stop. The weather didn’t help. The snow on the ground, it was freezing and slippery. As you were being pushed around, you found it hard to walk properly.

You had to look up to see where you were going. But when you did, something unexpected happen. You’ll remember that moment for the rest of your life. You were almost out of the group, you looked up, a little on your right. You randomly looked at a camera, but it was the bad one.

Because the camera went down, not taking you in pictures anymore. You then looked at the person behind. A young lady, she looked younger than you. She was wearing a red beanie and she had curly blond hair. You saw the expression in her eyes: jealousy. She was filled with anger, not sure why at first. But then, you saw that she raised her hand, formed a fist that ended on your face. More specifically in your left eye.

Her action made you fall on the ground, slipping off Pedro’s embrace that was trying to protect you. Once on the ground, it was difficult to focus. Too many flashes, Pedro yelling, his friends trying to gather around you to hide and protect you. Next thing you knew, Pedro grabbed you and helped you run as far away as he could.

Once you finally got to his car, you couldn’t hold the tears anymore. Neither of you said anything. You still in the rush and too scared. Pedro wanted to drive you to the emergency room, just to make sure you didn’t get a concussion or anything. But he knew it would be a bad idea. The paparazzi would know you would do that, and the same scene would happen again.

He could still call a doctor to come home if needed. So he drove home. Once there, he helped you get out, and you both walked to his bathroom. Once you were laying against the sink, seeing you were stable, that’s when he broke the silence.

“Are you okay?” He looked at you, but you couldn’t look at him. You were staring at the floor. “I’m so sorry, I should have protected you more, I-” he stopped talking when you hold his hand. He get you were still shaking. You were in shock. You finally made eye contact

“It’s.. it’s not your fault” you said softly. Your voice was so low that you didn’t even know if you actually said it out loud

“I know but still, I could have done better”

“Don’t feel guilty” you said turning around, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your skin was turning purple around your eye. You barely touched it that it hurt. “Ouch”

“Let me take care of you” he said breaking the space between you two, putting his hands on your shoulders. He then grabbed your hand and brought you to his bedroom and made you sit on the edge.

He held your feet, carefully removing your shoes covered in snow. Your pants were wet because of your fall, and you had snow on your coat. Pedro helped you get out of your clothes and left you in your underwear.

“Don’t move” he said before rushing to the bathroom again. You heard him open the water. Ten minutes later he came out, walked to you, offering his hand. Grabbing it, you both went back in the bathroom. “Get in the bath, I’ll get ice for your eye” you smiled. “We’ll clean those little wounds after okay?” He said looking at the small red wounds you had in your arms and legs. You would definitely bruise there too.

He helped you get in, and left you alone for a moment. You surprisingly felt a little better. The pain started to get away, probably thanks to the hot water that made you forget your own body. You closed your eyes and started to breath deeply, trying to calm down. But it only made you relive that scene again. Your eyes shuttered open when you saw the punch again.

Pedro came back with ice for your eye. He even helped you wash yourself as your body was starting to hurt. After the bath, he cleaned your wounds and put cream on it. He brought your pyjamas and helped you get dressed. The pain was coming back, you could barely move. Your body was stiff.

“How do you feel?” He said holding your face

“Everything hurts”

“What about your eye?” He said looking carefully at the bruise

“Only when I touch it”

“And your head? Do you feel dizzy or anything? Nausea?”

“I’m good”

“I just want to make sure you don’t have a concussion or anything”

“She didn’t hit me that hard” you sighed

“Still”

“I’m fine” you looked at each other

“We don’t have to talk about it now, or tomorrow, but I don’t want you to withdraw into yourself. I’m here okay?”

“Thank you” you said hugging him. You pulled back, looking at him when you realized. “Wait, are you okay? Did you get hurt or something? I didn’t even ask, d-”

“I’m okay, they didn’t get me” you felt better “I wished they hit me instead of you”

“Don’t say that”

“I would rather they hurt me than you”

“Look I’m okay, it’s just a few bruises”

“Are you sure? They said some pretty bad things back there” you didn’t answer right away as you started to remember it. “Shit I made you remember it” Pedro said, realizing what he just did. “But let me make it clear, what they said isn’t true okay? It’s not important what they said, they were just trying to get us to snap. Cariño you’re the sweetest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on” he said, his hands on your face. You felt butterflies in your stomach. You smiled and probably blushed too as you felt your cheeks heating.

“No no yeah I know it’s not true, I know how they are..” you tried to reassure him “let’s just go to bed okay? I just want this day to be over”

“What a way to start this new year” he joked. He was unsure if he should have said that so he was paying attention to your reaction. But when you chuckled he felt better. He saw a small smile on your face. It reassured him.

After talking a little to his friends and saying good night, you both went to bed together, cuddled up. None of you letting go of each other. You spent the night glued together.

[rattymess]

sleep doesn't come easy (especially with an indestructible mug)

Genre: Fluff Pairing: Steven Grant x Short!Reader Summary: you just wanted to take your anger out on one of your neighbours in the middle of the night (who just happens to be Steven Grant) Word Count: 900-ish Warnings: Mentions of sex, cursing, mild anxiety (might be more but those are the main ones)

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Honestly, if you have to be frank with yourself, if you could move out of this apartment flat, you would in a heartbeat. No, not even. You would move out right before the question was even popped. 

There was just a plethora of issues that came out of living in a flat that certainly had a relatively cheap rent compared to the rest of the buildings around it. For one, there’s that constant dripping sound that you hear out of that one pesky pipe that’s just barely above your reach (and how your landlord just keeps on postponing fixing that), and secondly, there's the giant family of rats that you are sure lives somewhere just beside your fridge (there are definite biscuit crumbs that are littered around there that you’re like..99% sure you didn’t devour). Also, your apartment temperature was always either a bit too cold or a bit too hot for your liking. But mostly, the thin walls were the thing that really ticked you off. 

All those issues didn’t even compare to your next-door neighbours. You’ve heard all kinds of sounds in all of your time spent in this flat, ranging from sex noises to screeching babies. But one particular neighbour really takes the cake on this one. Specifically, the one who lives across from you and comes home especially late at night, mumbling incoherent nonsense to himself. You have no idea how that even trumps the moans and groans from your other neighbours but it just…does. Maybe it’s because they’re not exactly quiet when they come home or maybe your patience levels have just reached its limits. You’ve seen him a few times when you’re going off to work, but you’ve never actually taken a good look at them as you’ve always had a tendency to rush out of the building.

Well, that is, until today. 

Standing in front of the aforementioned neighbour’s door at 4AM in the morning, clutching your phone one hand, you find yourself loudly pounding on their door. You honestly don’t remember what had even led you here. You just remember waking up from your restless sleep by a loud smash and wanting to scream your heart out at someone. Honestly, you’re not even sure if the noise even came from the guy across the hall. It might’ve been from the couple down to the right of the hall that accidentally broke a vase or something while they were doing their daily midnight…shenanigans. But before you can second guess your late-night decisions even more, a small click resonates from the other side of the door.

“H-Hiya love.” A man with giant doe-eyes that looked like he hadn’t slept in days and a slight pout glances down at you, looking like a young dishevelled schoolboy who knows that he’s about to be lectured. “Did I wake ya? I’m awfully sorry about that. I just came home you see, and my bloody arm accidentally knocked over my favourite mug. It’s still intact but still, I’m bloody sor– ”

You didn’t hear any of that. While the man was still spouting on about his mistake, you begin to feel your blood suddenly flow to your face. Your eyes trail down from the man’s messy dark curls (is it weird to imagine dragging your fingers through each strand?) to his bewildered wondering eyes that seemed to slowly trail down to the ground in shame, to his soft, breathless lips that finally seemed to stop moving. Oh. You abruptly look up, your anger quickly disbanding into anxiety. He’s so pretty.

“–I-I’m Steven, by the way. Steven Grant.”

The mention of his name brings you out of your thought train. Shit. Say something. ANYTHING.

“H-Hhhi Steven…” You wheeze out. FUCK. You’re suddenly more aware of your surroundings than ever. Sleep is now fully dispersed from your mind as your eyes fully gauge out what you’re actually doing. Looking down between you and Steven, your eyes widen as you realize that you’re wearing the most embarrassing outfit choice of your life: a pastel pink Barbie tank top alongside your hot pink sweatpants that read “Justin Beeb 4 Ever” that you bought as a joke and never thought you’d ever be seen outside with. FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. I mean, hey, at least you didn’t bring your stuffed teddy—nope, it was just in your other hand. You groan into your bear, quickly alarming Steven.

“Hey, love? Y-You alright?” He stutters, not knowing what to do. “Do you want to come in?” 

You gradually raise your head from the bear to the man in front of you. This man...this man is an angel.

“I…I’m terribly sorry. I’m so embarrassed,” you anxiously say. “I couldn’t dare impose on you. I don’t even know what came over me. I just wanted to complain about the noise. I’m sorry. I..I’m just gonna go.” As you turn around and back towards your door, Steven grabs your hand into his. You swerve your head back up to meet his mesmerizing dark eyes. Huh? 

“No, love. I clearly disturbed you. Look, I’ll let you go back to your flat but please don’t hesitate ever comin’ to my door to knock some sense into me, yea?” Steven sweetly smiles at you before letting go of your now-shaking hands. If you weren’t flustered before, you certainly are now. Clearing away the lump that has now formed in your throat, you whisper, “I...actually do wanna come in.”

Steven grins. “Well…come in then, love.”

[moon-lv3r]

the white hyacinths on the floor (i don’t know what to do) ~ yuzugiri pt 3

🦋 category: angst, hanahaki

🦋 characters: yuzuriha, sagiri,

🦋 summary: in which sagiri tries to find yuzuriha before its too late

part 1 - realisation

part 2 - revelation

part 3 - solution

🦋 warnings: nil

🦋 notes: sorry this took so long !! a lot has happened during my school term. basically i was drowning in a shit load of projects and burned the midnight oil almost everyday towards the end. my mother also decided to kick me out of the house because i wanted to have a late lunch (i was rushing for something) i ended up travelling an hour to a friend's house LMAO

and my dad forced me to apologise to my mom like a week later, despite knowing ONLY my side of the story (my mom didn't want to tell him) and knew it was his goddamn wife's fault but still made me and only me apologise. yeah i am mad at them both, my dad hit me with the "shes your mom" as if i am not their kid

anyways turns out my mom also has some illness that relates to her temper or whatever. shes a bad mom so idc anyways

anyways i finished this story just in time for pride month!!! have fun reading, i stayed up late till 4am 5 nights in a row to complete

 It has been at least a week since Yuzuriha was last seen. No traces of the woman have been found anywhere. It seemed as though she just vanished into thin air, turning herself into a mystery.

  Her intentions were clear, to find someone who would rid her lungs of those impurities. Someone who would help her live… 

  Nobody claimed to have spotted the girl wondering about. Sagiri was beginning to panic, she had to find Yuzuriha before it was too late.

  Before all that was left of her was a floral corpse. A breathless sight of tragedy. 

  They didn’t escape that island for this to happen. They remained alive, and they will stay alive. Sagiri was willing to do anything to ensure that. 

  Yui’s words rang in her mind as she went to the couple’s house after finding the mystery. The potential solution…

  “Perhaps you need to navigate your own feelings as well?”

  What was there to navigate? Haven’t they just been pure friends? It was all purely platonic on Sagiri’s side, was it not? They were always close, clicked, right for each other. 

  She just had to find Yuzuriha. She was afraid.

  What if she found her remains? What if Yuzuriha was too far gone as Sagiri finally reached her? What will she do then? What could she do? 

  Endless pessimism ran rampant in her mind as her actions sprung towards her goal. 

  She had no idea where to start looking for her lost platonic companion. Where has Yuzuriha really gone? The panic in Sagiri rose with each passing second, her stress growing heavier and heavier…

  Her carefully constructed questions led to nowhere in her mind. Few clues presented themselves to Sagiri. She wondered if Yuzuriha had done it on purpose, so that she would not be found. Perhaps Yuzuriha had it all planned out, maybe she knew what she was doing, and she knew she did not want to be found.

  What if Sagiri wanted to find her then, what should she do?

  Perhaps she should start to think like Yuzuriha. What would she do? What would she cover up? Given her condition, what would she do? What was the best course of action she would take? 

  Of course she had to be on her way, looking for someone to rid her of the roots of the problem. How would Yuzuriha start her search? There had to be some hint…

  Walks often led Sagiri back into the abandoned confines of Yuzuriha’s home. Silence was the sole thing that remained in the room. Ever so deafening it was, loudly reminding Sagiri of the impending, potential doom. 

  Time was working against her. Every second she spent, Yuzuriha was closer to death. The final breath that could come any moment. Flowers bloom as doom showers down on them…

  To find Yuzuriha after her final breath was a nightmare Sagiri wished never came true. What would she do if she lost her dear friend…

  They have been friends all this while right…?

  What made Yuzuriha cross the line? Did she willingly cross it? When did she realise? How did she realise? Did she only realise when the flowers were taking over her?

  What did the flowers symbolise? 

  Why the white hyacinth specifically? 

  The flower symbolised love and prayer. The days they had spent praying for each other’s safety while on that island…

  Was that the moment Yuzuriha realised she fell? Because they cared for each other? Sagiri didn’t want Yuzuriha to die, but she did not feel the same feelings as Yuzuriha… Was it even possible to fall for each other like that, they were both girls…

  Sagiri was slowly beginning a spiral down into the core of her emotions. Suddenly all that she knew became unknown. All that she was familiar with suddenly became foreign. All that she believed became a lie. What was in her mind? 

  What was she feeling?

  It felt foreign, yet so familiar? Like something she had been experiencing before, but she had no idea what it was. 

  Would figuring out her emotions now be of any good? Would it help? Surely Sagiri wasn’t lying to herself about her own emotions. She knew what she felt towards Yuzuriha, and it was all but romantic… right?

  She kept asking herself the same questions over and over again, as if it made any difference.   What really was the difference that separated both feelings? How does one realise which one was which? What was the turning point? How does one step across it? How did Yuzuriha allow herself to cross it?   So many questions, and Sagiri had no idea what to do. What could she do? 

  She followed trails of whatever she could find, hoping to hunt down who Yuzuriha decided to visit to drive her away from her impending doom. Some doctor a few villages away… was he that skilled? Sagiri knew she had to be fast, or else Yuzuriha might already be gone. 

  What would be left of her then?

  What would Yuzuriha leave behind?

  That’s it… There was no way Yuzuriha would leave absolutely nothing behind, right? Maybe there was a clue, something Sagiri has missed. The doctor… There had to be something laying somewhere.

  Maybe Sagiri was looking in the wrong place. Maybe it was outside. Surely some trails were left behind for Sagiri to tail. Footprints, whatever. There must be something.

  Sagiri decided on the nearest town to begin her search. If Yuzuriha were to seek a doctor, surely they must be from elsewhere. Why hasn't she thought of this earlier? Something was wrong with her. 

  Sagiri wasn’t usually like this. Maybe she was just stressed out, tired. That must be it.

  She was glad that the journey over to the next town wasn’t a long one, one that didn’t take days. In a few hours, she would be there. If all goes well, she could be able to see Yuzuriha in at least a day. 

  The foreign town bore no sense of familiarity, Sagiri could not sense Yuzuriha. Perhaps she was not here after all.

  She walked about, mingling with the foreign faces. Sagiri didn’t realise that she missed being called Sagirin. It was a silly nickname, one she had missed as time lingered on. 

  As the sun began to set, Sagiri tried to find an inn. She could not just sleep on the streets. The one she found was at the very end of the street, dimly lit, yet it held the most guests out of every inn. 

  Sagiri went in and got herself a room. Her dinner went by silently as well, until the inn owner decided to strike up a conversation with the swordswoman. It was his first time seeing a sword being welded by a woman, so naturally his curiosity was piqued. 

  “A woman doing a man’s job, not easy eh?” The inn owner began.

  Sagiri shrugged, “I don’t find it hard.”

  The struggles she went through flashed in her mind. The hesitation she used to hold before being able to perfect herself. It was never easy, but it never stopped her. The bloodshed was something her eyes had to be used to. The colour red had to be welcomed by her sight everyday. 

  “Why not other jobs? Surely there must be one that is easy for a maiden like you.” The inn owner continued.

  “I’m a maiden that enjoys holding onto a sword,” Sagiri replied. She wanted to change the topic.

  The inn owner laughed, “You know… you remind me of a customer that left yesterday. She’s like you. Kunoichi… whatever. One hell of a woman, that girl.”

  Kunoichi? Yuzuriha?

  This was her chance. She had to use it. To find out where she went. Who knew another clue would fly so easily into Sagiri’s hands? It was almost as though Sagiri was meant to find Yuzuriha. 

  “Was she… by any chance, wearing purple?” Sagiri asked.

  The inn owner nodded enthusiastically, “How did you know?” 

  “Just a guess,” Sagiri replied.

  The inn owner laughed, “You know… that girl did mention a word or two about a samurai. Thought she was talking about a man, guess that's not the case. So… what happened between you two?” The inn owner asked.

  Sagiri went silent. What lie should she say? What would be believable? 

  “We just… uh… fought. Girl stuff. You know… yeah, something like that,” Sagiri stumbled upon her words. 

  “Well I can tell you that she’s off, heading towards a doctor in those dense woods out there. Find her quickly. Navigate those feelings while you’re at it. There’s something you’re not telling me, and her. If you want to fix what’s left, communicate all that you’re hiding,” The inn owner advised. 

  He left her alone after that. 

  Alone with her own thoughts. 

  What was she hiding? Surely Sagiri herself would know. How could everyone around her know she’s hiding something when she doesn’t even know what she's hiding from herself? What was she not realising about herself?

  Was it bad?

  Was it good? 

  That very night, Sagiri watched the ceiling. She laid on the bed. Her mind being endlessly plagued by the words of Yui and the inn owner. Was she overthinking this? Maybe she was underthinking her own emotions. What could she really be hiding from herself?   Or rather… What does she not want to believe about herself? 

  Could she really be in love with Yuzuriha?

  How does one tell the difference between romantic and platonic? 

  How was Sagiri supposed to figure herself out? Was she supposed to just find out as she goes on the damn journey? How does one just… realise it?

  Maybe she just has to look into how she has been feeling all this while? The dread… maybe it would finally tell her something. 

  But what separated it from worrying for a friend? What caused the change? Maybe this was the thing she had to figure out. 

  Figure out her true feelings. Surely that can’t be too hard, she hoped.

  How did Yuzuriha realise her’s?

  The thought of losing her forever, the thought of her never having any more adoration for Sagiri… The thought of seeing Yuzuriha’s corpse… after all that they have been through. The thought that Yuzuriha might just end up different after her surgery…

  All of it.

  It was haunting Sagiri.

 In the deathly silence of the night, where no sounds could be heard, Sagiri’s head was being pounded by her own thoughts. The imaginary noise was draining her. 

  The vague mental image of Yuzuriha… Her eyes soulless. Her hair riddled with mud. Her body laying in the middle of the woods. Her mouth overflowed with white hyacinths. Her limbs twisted, surrounded by vines. Her body being used as a flowery display.

  Yuzuriha being no longer human. Her body not looking humane to the eyes. Resembling the corpses of those who went to the island they escaped from…

  Sagiri was just glad that Yuzuriha only left the inn a day before Sagiri arrived. She was not too late. Maybe the surgery hasn’t started yet.

  The thought of venturing into the woods was beginning to plague her mind.

  Could she really afford to waste time? Laying on the bed, pondering over her emotions? Sagiri was being so irrational…

  She wasn’t like her usual self. The way she was whenever Yuzuriha was around.

  Sagiri wasn’t normal when Yuzuriha was gone…

  Was that it?

  Was that the answer she needed?   The answer has always been there, she just never saw it, did she? But she could always feel it. 

  Maybe she should’ve realised her true feelings sooner. The way she was with Yuzuriha and the way she was around everyone else. It was very telling wasn’t it? The answer has always been in her mind, hasn’t it?

  She can’t just let Yuzuriha go, she had to get her back. It was not too late. There’s still time. The doctor in the woods…

  She needed a map, or at least just some sort of an indicator. She had no idea how the doctor’s even looked. Was it like a little hut? What was she supposed to find? Could she wake up the inn owner and inquire more from him? Would he even help?

  She was all alone on this journey, was she not? 

  The first thing she was going to do the moment the sun rose was to find Yuzuriha. She would hunt her down, no matter what it takes. She will find her, before the surgery. 

  Sagiri finally realised all that she felt.

  It’s clear to her now. 

  She figured out most of it. 

  She has the answers, and it can help Yuzuriha. 

  The morning sun arose as Sagiri got ready to set out. She was not going to let a single drop of the sunlight go to waste. She was determined. Yuzuriha was not going to die, nor will she rid herself of the flowers feeding off her feelings. 

  Each step brought forth uncertainty. She did not know what to expect, most importantly, she did not know her entire way. She had stolen a map before leaving, but was that really going to help her?

  Rumours in the town have it that some mysterious doctor stays in a little hut in the middle of the woods. That was all that she knew. 

  Would she reach in time? She sure hoped so. 

  The tree branches blocked off some of her source of light, the shadows stayed on the ground. The light and dark remind her of the two possibilities.

  Seeing Yuzuriha, and her still having the light in her eyes.

  Seeing Yuzuriha, but her eyes being empty, dark and soulless. 

  The two outcomes.

  What if Yuzuriha never even made it to the doctor’s and died on her way? There were so many possibilities…

  What if the doctor didn’t even exist?

  Sagiri was already on her way, she could not just stop now. She could only continue, she could only hope. It was all that she had

  Please… Yuzuriha… Be safe.

  The same thought repeated itself in her mind.

  She hoped that Yuzuriha wouldn’t die in her arms. Her blood dripped on the ground below them… the white hyacinth she had been coughing up in her hands, tainted with her own blood…

  A sight Sagiri hoped will never come true. 

  The path she was on, she could only hope it was leading her to where she wanted to go. Leading her to Yuzuriha. 

  The deeper she was in the woods, the more nervous she grew. Her palms increased in sweat as the overwhelming sense of uncertainty washed over her mind. Sagiri could not let those negative feelings take over her mind, she had to maintain her confidence. Yuzuriha had to be safe. 

  The morning sun grew brighter, the path luminating before her very eyes. She was getting closer and closer to her goals. 

  Each and every step brought her closer and closer. Soon she would be there, standing right before the answers she had been waiting for. Everything she would ever need.

  Yuzuriha…

  She would soon be there… Please Yuzuriha just be alive. Be safe…

  That was all Sagiri requested. 

  She could see smoke rising above the trees, a sign of life amidst the trees. That was it, the hut, the doctor.

  Yuzuriha. 

  Sagiri ran towards the source. Her eyes remained fixed on the smoke, hoping that she was on the right track. She was getting closer and closer. Her heart thumped against her chest, excitement, fear, anxiety ran rampant in her mind.

  There was no backing out, not that she intended on doing so anyway. Sagiri finally found what she was searching for. She just hoped that she was not too late.

  The hut was situated in a clearing. It seemed normal, does not look like somewhere a doctor would be at, much less a place for a surgery to take place. Was she at the wrong place? This place seemed to accommodate all of the rumours about the doctor… Sagiri decided to take her chances. 

  It was peaceful however, quiet and away from all of the people. She wondered if that was why the doctor chose to be away. Maybe the doctor just wanted a peaceful life. 

  Sagiri approached the hut, stopping right in front of the door. Her hand outstretched, ready to knock. Hesitation stopped her. What if this wasn’t the right hut? What should she even say if this was the right one? 

  At this stage, what did she have to lose?

  She knocked.

  An old, short man with an overgrown beard answered the door with a smile. “How may I help you young lady?” 

  Sagiri took a deep breath. What was the worst that could happen? “Are you a doctor? I am looking for someone.”

  The old man nodded his head, seemingly understanding of the situation. He said nothing, except for motioning for Sagiri to enter his cosy confines. 

  “I understand now,” the old man answered as he shut the door.

  Sagiri turned around to face him, “Understand what?”

  “Come out girl,” the old man announced.

  A door beside the kitchen opened. An all too familiar face revealed herself to Sagiri. She was wearing a robe, with a cheeky smile plastered over her face.

  Yuzuriha.

  “Why did her flowers disappear on their own overnight. Her white hyacinths and coughing fits ended,” the old man announced. “We still have the hyacinths from previous fits if you’d like to see.”

  Sagiri frowned, “Her flowers are gone?”

  The old man nodded, “The cause of the flowers is unrequited love. I guess it’s returned now. I’ll let you two talk.”

  The old man took his cane and slowly walked into the room beside the one Yuzuriha exited from. The two girls shared an awkward glance before Yuzuriha sat down beside Sagiri.

  “How did you realise that I am the most amazing girl on earth and that you can only fall for me?” Yuzuriha teased with a grin. 

  Sagiri sighed, “I hear one more word from you and it’s going back to unrequited feelings.” 

  “You really want me to die huh,” Yuzuriha laughed. 

  Yuzuriha was having horrible coughing fits the night before. She doubled over in pain as she puked blood alongside the damn white hyacinth. She didn’t even know if she could live until the very next morning. Even the doctor was worried, but he could only start the surgery the next afternoon when he received his new equipment from a delivery.

  Suddenly she woke up feeling perfectly fine in the morning. She was confused. Yuzuriha had multiple thoughts in her mind as she realised what her state was. She had thought that Sagiri was dead, for some reason.

  It wasn’t until she saw Sagiri right before her eyes that she finally realised what happened.

  “I really do like you… Yuzuriha. The thought of seeing your dead body… just you being gone. Or our relationship being different after your surgery… I don’t know, I just… can’t handle it…” Sagiri began, clenching her fists, her eyes failing to meet Yuzuriha’s.

  Yuzuriha laughed, “You would never lose me. That’s silly, I am right here Sagirin. There’s nothing to worry about. I’m… glad you’re here.”

   Sagiri threw her arms around Yuzuriha, embracing her in the tightest, loveliest hug that Yuzuriha has ever felt in her life. “I am just glad you’re alright… You’re safe…” Sagiri cried.

  “You really missed me that bad huh,” Yuzuriha hugged back, wiping away some of Sagiri’s tears. 

  Sagiri gave a small nod.

  “I won’t lose you again I promise. I won’t let you run off like that again.”

[yumeka]

@quiiscnt asked : ☼ Favorite time of day // ♟ If they like board games, and how good they are at ‘em // ♜ Interior decorating aesthetic // ☗ What you’d find in their cabinets // ▀ What they’d hide under the bed // ☻ How late they stay up

☼ Favorite time of day

Night Time absolutely, but especially the hours between midnight and 4am. Statistically its the time where most people would be asleep, meaning it's the period of time where their magic is the strongest. they also enjoy it because most people tend to be quite so its easier for her to use her magic for communication in the later hours of the evening.

♟ If they like board games, and how good they are at ‘em

Monday absolutely loves board games, but that doesn't diminish from the fact that she is absolute dog shit at them. She will try her absolute damn hardest to play and win, but their luck is horrendous and nine times out of ten they are their own downfall. the only game they can actively win is pictionary, and that's because they use images to communicate on the daily

♜ Interior decorating aesthetic

Very comforting and welcoming. Think lots of pillows, bean bags, calming and relaxing colors. if it looks soft and like somewhere you could fall asleep on, Monday probably has it. if the word soft could be personified into a room, that is what it would look like.

☗ What you’d find in their cabinets

Tea. Lots and lots of tea. And snacks. So, so so many snacks. Her teas widely range from caffeinated to help people stay awake to sleepy teas that help someone fall asleep. They also have any kind of late night craving snack that you could ever dream of, but not a lot of actual food. Most people would question Monday's diet based solely off what you would find in their cabinets.

▀ What they’d hide under the bed

Mainly things relating back to Alvarez / their family. None of it is out of shame, but rather they aware of how... unfavorable their homeland is in the eyes of most. They'll show it to people who ask / are curious but it mainly remains out of sight for most.

☻ How late they stay up

answered here

[bluerevs-a]

💕 <3

send 💕 and i will tell you some muses of ours i think could work as a ship.

beau  &  sibohan  -  listen.....  just  hear  me  out.  a  getaway  driver  and  a  con  artist?  oh  my  god?  hot?  this  could  be  plotted  out  (and  it  could  be  that  they  would  never  have  any  sort  of  criminal  tie  to  each  other)  but  in  my  mind,  beau  is  really  trying  to  get  out  of  the  game  before  he  gets  in  over  his  head.  but  again...  hear  me  out....  what  if  then  enter  sibohan?  i'm:  🧎‍♀️

archer  &  noelle  -  beyond  tomdaya.....  (i'm  annoying)  i  kinda  love  the  idea  that  he's  filthy  rich  and  she's  dirt  poor  but  they're  both  artists.  enemies  to  lovers?????  u  rang????  no,  but  really.  she  hates  his  guts  because  of  all  of  his  wealth  and  connections  but  she's  up  at  4am  trying  to  mix  the  perfect  shade  of  brown  of  his  eyes.  TEA!

and  honestly,  anyone  in  midnight  thoughts  or  ocean  child  could  work  with  jac  or  jude.  i  love  musician  plots,  sue  me!!!!

[bike42]

29029

August 8-13, 2023

We left Camp Paxson in the early morning on Tuesday to embark on our 8-hour drive to Huntsville, Utah (just west of Ogden).  It was an uneventful drive, and we saw new territory traveling south out of MT, across a bit of Idaho and into Utah.  We stopped to load up on groceries in Ogden, then drove to our VRBO to get settled and make dinner for the 7pm arrive of San, Mary and Geo.  We had a nice dinner, did a lot of laundry, and played dominoes.  After many nights of camping for those three, and then 3 nights together in the camp cabin, it was luxurious to spread out in the large house!

Wednesday am San and I did yoga on the front deck – looking out at Snowbasin Mountain.  Jeff and Geo ventured back into Ogden for more supplies, getting lost twice in the process!  I took a walk through the neighborhood.  It was hot and I felt the altitude, but I hoped an easy walk would help with my conditioning.  In the afternoon, we all piled into the Audi and drove to Snowbasin to check out the layout.  It was good for me to have a visual of the layout.  San and I walked up the start of the course - steep, but I’m confident I can do it 13 times!!

We had a nice dinner, played some cards and early to bed.  Jeff had been having some abdominal/GI issues since we left home and about midnight, he decided he needed to go to an ER and woke me to tell me he was driving himself there.  I quickly woke up and said “I’ll take you.”  We arrived at a hospital in Ogden about 1am, where they took blood, did X-rays, and gave him something to relax.  He was able to doze, while I spent hours on my phone on Facebook and playing Suduko.  At 4am, they discharged him having ruled out blockage and infection – probably more of a stomach issue so they suggested OTC Prilosec (he’d been on that before).  Off to find a CVS, and then back to the house to bed.  I was mostly relieved that there wasn’t anything majorly wrong, and that my event wouldn’t be impacted – having got this close!!

Thursday am – slept in a bit, then up to tell our housemates why we were clunking around at midnight and 4am.  San and I did another yoga session, and I took a nap and had a shower.

29029 - “Everesting”

When I first heard of this hiking challenge, I knew I needed to try it, and talked my sister into doing it with me.  We entered the Snowbasin Utah challenge, where you hike up the mountain 13 times (2310 feet of elevation and 2.3 miles each assent) - with 36 hours to complete the challenge. It’s only possible as you get to ride the gondola down!   Jeff dropped us off Thursday afternoon where we checked in and got settled into our glamping tent and prepared to tackle the mountain with 257 participants (half women) ranging from 16-75 years old.

There were great motivational speeches that afternoon, recaps of the training and support the 29029 staff had offered over the past 9 months.  There was nutritional information (fuel and hydration will be critical), Trish, a “breathing coach,” led us through breathing exercises, and coaches Brent and Chris offered motivational speeches as good as any keynote address I’d ever heard at the many conference I’ve attended!!  We learned that “suffering (of this sort) is a privilege” and events like 29029 are “frustratingly doable!”  I also learned a new term: Type Two Fun:  which is described as “miserable while it’s happening, but fun in retrospect.”  I had so many examples in my own life already to draw from:  marathons, cross-country cycling, paddling the Mississippi, Kilimanjaro, even backpacking in Glacier last month! 

All pumped up, we joined a small group on a short hike, and then spent some time until dinner getting settled in our tent and getting to know our tent-mate, Mary.  Mary was back for her “redemption.”  Last year she only managed 10 assents and that didn’t sit well with her, so she was back to finish.  We enjoyed chatting with her, but like the feeling before a race or a big test – you really don’t feel like talking at all, you just want to get it over with!

We headed to the lodge for dinner and sat with a woman from Erie Pennsylvania, but again we didn’t like that feeling of everyone sizing each other up and comparing what they did for training (and stressing over “did I do enough?”)!  We hustled back to our tent, brushed our teeth, put in our earplugs and read for a bit before drifting off to sleep.  The cots were extremely comfortable, and we slept well.

We were up at 4am Friday.  We quickly dressed and headed to the lodge.  We tried to eat breakfast even though we were too nervous to eat.  We went outside for some group stretching and another peptalk but Trish the breathing coach, and by 6am we were on our way.   The first assent was exhilarating!  Eighty minutes to the top and a 10-minute gondola ride down.  I was also excited to reach the top as I knew Jeff would be there working at the aid station.  I burst into tears when I saw him as I felt so good about that first assent and I could see he was proud of me.

The second assent was about the same time, but it felt like a little more work.  There were 2 aide stations on the mountain, and one on the top.  We tried to stay in front of nutrition and hydration concerns.  I grabbed a coke and potato chips for my ride down, and after eating I laid down with my legs up the side of the gondola.  Assents three and four were slower, and San was still charging up the steep parts and waiting for me.   I told her she should go ahead, but she wanted to stay with me. 

It was impossible to not keep doing the math on how long this challenge would take, and I’m still not certain if that helped me or hurt me mentally.  I knew down to my core that I could complete this challenge.  I just hadn’t quite pushed my body this hard for this long and didn’t know how my body would react!  I figured we’d get 4 assents in by lunch, and we finished our 4th just after noon.  Jeff’s shift was 5am-noon, so he was just finishing and rode the gondola down with us - he had to go back to our Airbnb and rest up for his overnight volunteer shift!

After lunch it was 79 degrees, and I was feeling the heat.  San was still bounding up the mountain like a mountain goat so I told her to go ahead while I slogged it out.  She’s always been very physically tough, and she trained for this event by hiking long distances on hot days wearing her oxygen deprivation mask – worked very well for her, I’d say!!

I did 3 more assents on my own (my assents were averaging 110 minutes by then), and ran into Sandra as she was coming out of the lodge after dinner.  She’d made me a dinner plate, and I went inside and tried to eat.  Hard to believe that I had no appetite.  I plugged my phone and watch into the charger and laid on the floor with my feet up.  I was beyond exhausted, but I knew I had to keep hiking now that it had cooled off.  I did my 8th assent and Jeff was just arriving at the top of the gondola for his 11pm volunteer shift.  I knew I had to go back to my tent to sleep, but I also wanted to hike at night to take advantage of the cooler temps, but by then I could hardly function.  At the top, someone handed me a cup of raman noodles and that was much easier to eat and drink the broth.  I felt better then, and Jeff rode the gondola down with me and walked me to my tent.  The big unknown here for me what “how will I feel after resting?”  Would it revive me, or would I get all cramped up?

I slept from 11:30p til 2:30a.  San came in sometime during that and told me to sleep longer, but I was nervous with 5 more assents to be completed and I wanted to get at least 2 more in before it was hot again.

By 3am I was making my way up the mountain - a little eerie being all alone.  San joined me for one more assent at 5a, and we met Jeff at the top and rode down together and had breakfast in the lodge.  I was still struggling with eating.

That left me with 3 more assents and 10 hours to complete them.  I knew I’d do it, but it was brutal.  It quickly warmed up and I dug deep and thought about every tough thing I’d ever done in my life - marathons, Kilimanjaro, extended paddle and cycle trip.  I was starting to have some nausea and stomach cramping.  I kept forcing in the electrolyte drinks and water, and trying to choke down some food.  Other than that, I felt fine physically.  Nothing hurt, but moving was just so much work.  I started taking longer at the aid stops, dunking my head in cold water and trying to eat.

San finished her 12th assent and got her red bib which tells everyone on the mountain that a hiker is “Everesting.”  Jeff and my parents rode the gondola to the top and were there to greet us as she got her red hat for completing the challenge. We all rode back down, and I got my red bib and started my final slog up the mountain - crying with so many different emotions during my first few steps.  Jeff and Sandra went to pack up our tent, then rode back to the top.  San started walking back down to meet me and we held hands while I walked up to the red carpet to get my red hat.  

52% of the participants completed all 13 assents, so we’re proud of our accomplishment and what fun to do it together!  For me, total time was 32 hours (including my 3 hours of sleep and meal/break time).  My fastest assent was 1:20, my slowest was 2:20.  

We drove back to the rental house where we took quick showers and naps.  I woke up before my alarm went off – my stomach had finally settled and I was ravenous.  At 6pm, Jeff, Sandra and I drove back to Snowbasin for the closing program.  We had the option to spend the last night in the glamping tent, but declined.  When we walked onto the patio, I spotted Mary in a red hat!  We hadn’t seen her during the whole challenge.  We hugged her and she told us her story – she’d hiked most of the night but fell asleep in the lodge until someone woke her up.  She finished at 5:40pm – just twenty minutes to spare!!  We had a drink and a burger and enjoyed the closing program – leaving there feeling really good about ourselves. 29029 was a great challenge, but I’ll be sticking to leisure travel going forward.

[bcofl0ve]

To start off with debunking her first tip is that the photos were posted online around 8 am France time and that the sun would have been up, but if paps took the pictures a couple hours before (wee hours of the morning the article said so I’m guessing midnight to like 2/3) it would take a pap a couple hours to source the pics to a company, get someone to buy them, the company then has an article typed out and then they drop the pics which is why it was posted at 8 in the morning NOT because they are saying the photos are from 8 AM THAT MORNING.

is someone actually saying daily mail is trying to imply the photos were taken at 8am jesus help us since when is wee hours considered 8!!! to me that definitely implies the 2am-4am range. 8 is just normal morning time. come. on.

[sister-dear]

I didn't intend for it but thinking about this again and with this setup they might not even need to set true watches.

By the time Warriors and Wind are thinking about going to bed, Four is waking up for his middle-of-the-night quiet time. Half the time Legend's probably awake with him. And then by the time Four is heading back to sleep, the 'awake before dawn' earliest of the early risers are getting out of bed. Nightly watches could be something that just... kind of happens.

Sleepytime LU Headcanons Just Because

Warriors: Has that soldier’s ability to fall asleep anytime, anywhere. Often stays up late to strategize. *Always* wakes up early so he has time to make himself “look decent,” and yes this means he tends to run on very little sleep. Naturally the kind of person who’d prefer to be a night owl but has trained himself to be an early riser and he likes the quiet of the morning hours now too.

Wind: Stays up late, gets up late. Only person who sleeps longer in the mornings is Sky. Wind sprawls in his sleep.

Twilight: Farm life starts early, he’s been up with the sun for his entire life. Usually sleeps soundly, but sounds of someone else’s distress - tossing and turning, nightmare-induced mumbling or even completely silent crying - will snap him awake.

Legend: Such a rough sleeper. Insomniac extraordinaire. Nightmares wake him and once he’s up he has trouble going back to sleep. Cannot nap so he covers it up with caffeine. Drinks tea that’s blacker than Demise’s soul.

Four: Doesn’t go to bed overly early or get up overly late. He does wake up in the middle of the night, stay up for an hour or two to read or journal or sketch out plans for stuff he wants to try in the forge, and then go back to sleep. This happens every night.

Sky: Chronic illness means he needs so much more rest than he’s been getting. Not a morning person, impossible to wake up and groggy for hours. Naps easily. Will cuddle anyone or anything that’s within range.

Wild: Doesn’t go to bed until someone coerces him there, cannot sleep past dawn. Can and does fall asleep in places like halfway up a tree or wedged between rocks on the side of a cliff.

Hyrule: If it’s dark out, he wants to be sleeping. He’s been using the sun as his clock since forever. Wakes up at the slightest noise but never has any trouble going back to sleep once he’s established everything is fine. Cuddles his sword. It’s cute until something startles him.

Time: Used to be a night owl/late to rise, but he’s adjusted to farm life and now it’s the opposite. Ready for bed right after dinner and yes the others tease him for it. Keeps something that smells like Malon with him when he’s travelling because it helps him fall asleep easier.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

He should've been here | Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Rafe doesn't show up on your birthday

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Word count: 0.4k

Taylor Swift Bingo square: The moment I knew

Note: I don't write for Rafe (I'm not crazy about him like most), but I feel like he's the type of boyfriend that would do this

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''Tonight?''

''Yes. My parents are absent for the weekend,'' you explained.

''Ah, shit.'' You could almost see him pinching the bridge of his nose through the phone. ''I thought it was next weekend...''

''My birthday is tomorrow, Rafe. Why would I have my birthday party next weekend?''

''I don't know. I've sort of lost track of the days. I'm sorry, baby.''

You bit your lip, about to dive into a sensitive subject. ''Are you high again?'' you asked.

Rafe had sworn to you that he would stop, but Joan had seen him heading to Barry's place three days ago. You didn't mention it to him, knowing that addictions - and recovery - was hard. You also had too many fight about the matter and didn't want to fight before your birthday.

''No. I stopped that shit,'' he said, referring to coke. ''I gotta go. My dad is waiting for me in his office, but I'll be there,'' he promised.

You were a fool to believe Rafe Cameron.

Everyone was at the party. Everyone except the one who meant the most to you.

You had sent him a text, asking where he was and if he was on his way, but he hadn't responded.

''Is Rafe coming?'' Delia asked, looking around for your boyfriend. ''I haven't seen him yet.''

You smiled and nodded. ''He said he'd be here.''

Hours passed and still no Rafe.

He'll show up, you told yourself. It wasn't midnight yet, so it technically wasn't your birthday. He promised he would.

Midnight came and, as they all sang 'happy birthday' to you, you fought back tears. Unlike your past birthdays, it wasn't happy tears.

Once again, Rafe had failed to keep his promise.

.

It was 4am when your phone rang. Rafe's name, along with a picture of you two, flashed on the screen. You sighed, but took the call.

''Happy birthday, baby.''

Hearing his voice should've made you smile, but, instead, it made you angry. You wanted to scream at him through the phone, but you didn't feel like starting a fight at 4am. You were too tired for this.

''I'm sorry I didn't make it,'' he apologized.

''I'm sorry too,'' you said and hung up.

[druigswhores]

sleepovers with peter (and ned)

summary: in which you have a sleepover with your dork of a best friend and your boyfriend peter.

content warning: peter parker x fem!reader, fluff, set after spider-man homecoming (friends to lovers, mutual pining)

note: this is from my old tumblr account adoringparker i decided to post it again but change some things up :)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! (let me know if you want to see more content like this <3)

masterlist

the entire thing being ned and yours idea because you've all been having so many exams recently and barely hung out after school due to revising and peter’s schedule.

peter being hesitant because he was worried that something bad could happen in new york and spider-man wouldn't be there to stop it

you reassuring him that the world can survive without spider-man for one day

oh man you were wrong

you three started the sleepover right after the school bells rang !!!

going to delmars to get sandwiches before you all went to peters place (forgetting the fact that there's only two beds in his room)

you and ned making fun of peter because has to state that the sandwich has to have pickles and be squashed real flat

“peter parker picked a pack of pickled peppers”

"why are you guys ATTACKING me.”

also getting slushies, peter trying to be creative and get red and blue to match the spider-man colours, ned getting red and you mixing cola and cherry to ‘make a cherry cola slushie’

“that is so disgusting y/n”

“shut up pickle breath”

going back to peters apartment and greeting may with a hug (she loves you <3)

“how's my favourite sweetheart doing?”

peter immediately cutting in like the dork he is

“i'm doing pretty good may!! how are you doing?”

teasing peter back

“she likes me more than you pete i’m her favourite”

eating ur sandwiches at the table while talking about what happened in school

“man today’s debate was so easy!”

you and ned throwing lettuce at peter in response “that’s because everything is easy for you smartass”

“did you hear that flash showed photoshopped pictures of him and spider-man during bio and said they went to a party together last night?” “that- i don’t even know how to respond to that..”

going back to peters room once ur done

ned wearing the spider-man top you jokingly bought for him to annoy peter for his pyjamas

“hey pete what'd you think abo-“ “WHY DO YOU OWN THAT”

peter walking in with his messy brown curls wearing his star wars shirt and grey pyjama bottoms but still being able to look fine as hell

peter forcing you to wear his sweater

“do you feel cold? you could wear my sweater- i mean if that’s what you want-”

you walking back into peters room after changing in the bathroom to be greeted with peters cutest smile ever

his eyes would be full of love he feels as though he fell in love all over again

he pulls you into him and hides his face in your neck while hugging you mumbling “you're so pretty in my sweater” ¥]!|¥\$]€{$]

having a star wars marathon and quoting the movies

“i have brought peace, freedom, justice and hot guys to my new empire-” “y/n that’s not the quote!!” “yeah but LOOK AT HIM?”

ned and peter reenacting the mustafar in front of you with rulers instead of light-sabers

“only a sith deals with absolutes, i will do what i must.” “you will try.”

ned winning the ‘light-saber’ duel

“god your such dorks” “and you love it”

ned falling asleep after the third movie bc it's already midnight

peter being antsy about not going on patrol tonight because he still feels like something wrong could be happening right this moment

you searching the latest news articles to see whether anything is happening to reassure him

“see everything is okay-” you get cut off by a bunch of sirens

worst. timing. ever.

him shooting out of his seat very quickly due to the spider reflexes, muttering a quick "i got to go" and kissing you on the forehead before putting on his suit and swinging out of the window

you worrying about peter bc he could be hurt

him coming back home at 4 am in the morning with cuts and bruises on his body

"so did spider-man stop the bad guys?" "he did"

tending to his wounds and scolding him for not being careful enough

him being so tired that he begins to say weird things as you continue to clean his cuts and bruises

"hey y/n, y/n y/n baby listen to me y/nnnn, angel, baby, pretty girl, you’re so pretty i love you”

him asking you to make him hot chocolate at 4am in the morning

resulting in the two of you sitting at the table drinking hot chocolate talking about life

"do you think we're going to stay friends after high school?" "of course we’ll stay friends!”

him talking about your future together not aware of the feelings it's giving you because although the smartest person ever, peter could be so clueless sometimes

"do you think we're going to have dogs or cats?" "w-what i-"

falling asleep on the living room couch with ur head on his chest and his arms around you tightly

waking up to the smell of May's choc-chip pancakes !!! (that ned mostly helped with)

wow i wished i had this

[seattlesea]

Percy Jackson Characters + Types of People

Percy: waves on a beach, black clothes, hella candy, knee and elbow scrapes, blasting music, 7-Elevens at 3AM, & skateboards

Annabeth: long runs, the scent of lemons, denim jackets, early mornings, bright suns, iced coffee, & reading until 4AM

Jason: fogged glasses, thunderstorms, marble columns, static shocks, cloudy skies, old museums, & ancient statues

Piper: hot sand, silk jackets, vanilla perfume, long hair, citrus drinks, hiking boots, & a horrible sense of style

Frank: long bear hugs, worn out t-shirts, basketballs, large open fields, sunflowers, animal rights, & mountain ranges

Hazel: gold jewelry, deep passions, honey, drawing late at night, hot tea, sweet but deadly, & pearls straight out the sea

Leo: loud laughs, giant grins, caffeine, spicy foods and chips, long car rides, playing with matches and lighters, & tools

Reyna: hot chocolate and caffeine, double braids, boxing gloves, nice mom hugs, feminism, a dog person, beautiful cities, & ancient architecture

Nico: tarot cards, combat boots, aviator jackets, skull-print clothes and jewelry, black cats and coffee, roses, & ordering fast food at 2AM

Thalia: leather jackets, pocket knives, studs and chains, energy drinks, jumping fences, running through the woods, & star-gazing at midnight

Rachel: paint splatters, the golden hour, overall shorts, light freckles, rainbows on a sunny day, bright-colored shoes, & palettes

Will: band-aids, sunny mornings, iced tea, mangoes and oranges, stethoscopes, yellow Converse, & acoustic guitars

Calypso: islands, flower crowns, travelling the world, seashells, tropical birds, canoeing, & drawing in the sand

[mickeytheticklee]

Midnight Memories: 24/7

Warning: Tickling

Beep beep

Isa's phone alarmed rang when it shouldn't. She was bothered by the sound and woke up, turning it off. She didn't notice that it was dang near dark and you and Isa have been napping all afternoon. She was big spooning you, wrapping her arms around you and her face close to your neck. Then there was that big drool stain on your the back of your shirt from Isa sleeping well. She checked her phone, no notifications but her lockscreen of you and Isa after an interview doing a peace sign pose. She turns on the light using the remote and wakes you up from a calm sleep. Seeing that her taps aren't waking you up she tickles your belly lightly, causing an immediate smile out of you.

“Wae~"

“We overslept. Wake up"

You both were groggy. You both had to wake up at 4am for morning vocal lessons but didn't get home until noon. You both wanted an hour nap but it turned into five hours. As for the fact you two are sleeping together, that was random. When you two got home you both went into your separate rooms. But Isa couldn't sleep and wanted the comfort of you cuddling next to her. Now you two were laughing (out of being half tired) but pissed off as to why you two can't sleep longer.

“Can we sleep for an extra hour?"

“No. If we do then we won't get any sleep when we wake up at 4am tomorrow."

You sigh but see Isa's eyes ready to close. So to wake her up you squeeze her stomach until you see a smile. She was smiling, pretending to sleep as you still tickle her. She was doing good, biting her lip and holding in those giggles. But you started lightly exploring her ticklish belly and doing circles on her ribs. Then her giggles came out and wanted the tickles to stop but those fluttering tickles weren't going anywhere. This was the small payback she was getting after setting you up on that ASMR vlive.

“Heheheheheheheh I'm awake!"

“Open your eyes and then I'll believe you."

Her eyes still remained shut. And since she was going to be a brat you took the chance that her exposed belly was out in the open. You gave her a big raspberry, causing Isa to finally be wide awake, but now she's mad at you for doing that. But you liked her groggy giggles when the raspberry happened. That's when her cute nose scrunches come up.

“HEYHAHAHHAHHA WHY DID YOU DO THAT!!"

“You said we needed to stay awake."

She whined. She then hugged your neck and proceeded to plop back in bed with her laying on her stomach and you laying on your back. You two were having a personal moment since you both were bored and were too lazy to go to the TV. You guys were talking about life while Isa was lightly tickling your sides and doing circles everywhere. You were giggling but still managing a conversation with Isa. Isa asked why you weren't bothering her as much as before. She saw you either made fun of Seeun or continue to take Sumin's food yet you barely bother her with tickles.

“You seem to like me tickling you so I don't annoy you as much."

Yet she cuts off the times you two have tickle fights while the members shower. But yes it's true that you don't annoy her as much because she embraces her ticklish side. You accept that you wanted to annoy her again. The small cooling down time is over now that you wanted to poke her sides and pinch her thighs. She was laughing all over the place while getting you back but you knew her weakness when it came to side tickles. Then her favorite being neck nuzzles while giving out thigh squeezes. You were wondering when her sudden ler side may come out if your embarrassing her with such cute tickles. But then you forget how long Isa's patience runs until she gets mad with fury. Then you got on top of her, pinned her down and got those ticklish palms she hates to admit are ticklish.

“Look at the ticklish palms you have aww your so cute."

“AHHAHAHHAHHAHAHHHHSTOP THAT!!"

Isa did have ticklish palms, and didn't want you spilling the beans to the members about it. It was because Seeun said that if any member had ticklish palms they're going to wrecked with tickles. You were about to say it but Isa caught you a close second with side pokes. You liked how clingy Isa gets and how it contributes to how ticklish she is. She did say she wanted to be annoyed, well she is annoyed. Will she get annoyed to get revenge on you or ask J to get revenge on you?

“Shit..."

“So your cursing at me? That's not very good."

You went back to her ticklish sides where she was laughing so much that there could be some potential tears. You stopped to make sure you weren't hurting her as she said she was fine. Then you continued her punishment for cursing with more spidery tickles. The thought came to your head about how close you and Isa had become. First meeting Stayc you were so distant with her but traveling to now you two are inseparable. The first thing that pops up into your ler mood is tickling Isa. Then how you do date nights often and take couple pictures. You tickled her but finished when she was out of breath.

“HAHHAHAHHAH....I love you."

“I love you too."

You hug Isa while she still pinned down. She was confused as to why she's getting hugged so tightly. But it's because you love her as a friend. All of Stayc too, but her she seemed to be by your side. Whatever happens, whatever you want, she's staying by your side...24/7.

24/7 with you.