#or just like idk pretend she can have both regular skin and grey skin

[officialesmilgram]

on a sunny day, i wake up

and the light drains in

and automatically, i reach out

and i feel the warm weight on my fingers

[takethisroad]

Idk if you're still taking prompts but I'm tipsy and all my heart desires is Jack Rackham just fuckin. Feelin himself. Like he's got a great outfit on, gender expression is optional, he's just feelin beautiful and havin a good time. Bonus for any extra Anne being snarky/supportive, and bonus for VaneRackham because I'm weak for them, but truly anything goes

Listen, I am always taking prompts! Plus, I LOVE THIS. What a wonderful prompt! (I am also combining this with @snooksscribbles request for a “fashion-forward Jack moment” because do we not all love our favourite disaster pirate being at the cutting edge of the latest trends? We do.)

Also, this ficlet comes with its own meme.

Jack is a trans man in this. I am cis; any mistakes or misrepresentations are my fault alone.

Honestly, can we please all take a collective Moment to imagine - they’ve just come into port to refit and celebrate after their latest haul. Evening is falling fast as the sun sinks heavy beneath the choppy waves in the harbour, casting long blue shadows down the dusty streets of Nassau town.

It could be peaceful, if it weren’t for the raucous din coming from the brothel: drunken men, merchants and pirates alike hollering for ale and rum and whores; the jeering, bawdy laughter of onlookers at the gambling tables mixing with the tight high giggles of women pretending to be amused. Later, Jack knows, there will be fighting added to the mix; there always is, when the Ranger crew is ashore, no matter how recent the conquest at sea. Hallett will spit in Old Man Cooper’s drink, or Wilkins will crack one too many jokes about Price’s mum being a goat, and everything will devolve into fists and swords and slaughter until Jack goes down to do his duty as quartermaster, appeasing all the fragile egos and cleaning the mess up again.

But until then, he’s here. The rooms in the brothel aren’t soundproof by any means (and privately Jack thinks Max must like it that way, allowing her to keep a bead on the mood downstairs at any given time) but with the door closed and the room illuminated by the slanting rays of the sinking sun and the candles on the table, he can almost pretend. The flickering candlelight plays over the treasure trove spread across the bed. It is, if not the haul of a lifetime, at least the best haul this month to be sure. (Other men may not think so, but other men don’t have Jack’s flair for fashion.) He runs his hands reverently over the array of fabric: here, the slippery smoothness of a silk-lined waistcoat, there, the fine, airy weave of a muslin shift.

A snort draws his attention up from the pile of clothes to where Anne is holding a satin skirt like it’s a dead animal. “There’s dresses in this,” she says, in the tone of one handling something particularly gruesome or slimy.

“There are,” Jack murmurs in agreement while sizing up a burgundy wool coat. The silver thread used for the embroidery is unraveling in several places, but overall it seems serviceable enough. When he lowers it, Anne is still looking at him.

“You don’t like dresses. Don’t he know that?” Jack nods. “Why’d he give you this, then?”

"I believe he just crammed what he could into the crate,” Jack answers honestly. Then, at her skeptical look: “Darling, please let’s neither of us delude ourselves that Charles Vane would take the time to sort through petticoats and sashes during a raid.”

Anne drops the skirt. “Fine.” She stomps back over to the chair in the corner and flings herself into it, posture insolent as any man’s. Jack’s heart squeezes with almost painful fondness at the sight.

“I wouldn’t have taken it if it truly bothered me,” he says after a moment of her mulish silence. He knows she knows, but still, better to make it explicit. He wants to enjoy tonight and her and Vane at each other’s throats is not on the agenda.

There’s no reply from the chair, but the tight line of her lips eases slightly, which he counts as a victory. He turns his attention back to the clothes. Where to start?

The sun has set completely by the time Jack decides on an outfit. The candles are dripping wax onto the bare wood of the table, but their light is at least good enough to see himself by in the tarnished mirror. He twists one way, then the other, before turning to Anne. “What do you think?”

It’s quite a sight if he does say so himself. The blue silk chemise catches the light and ripples like waves with his every movement. He sheds his baldric to better admire the patterns of small flowers printed at the hems and collar; no expense was spared in this craftsmanship.

Anne has been silent. “Something the matter, darling?”

“No.” Then, a moment later: “Why’re you bothering? Getting all fancy for him?”

Jack pauses where he’d been fiddling with his favourite orange cravat. “For him? No, no this is for me.”

Anne looks at him suspiciously.

“It feels good. Sometimes one does things for no other reason than that.”

Anne stares at him a moment longer, as if parsing the veracity of his statement. She must reach a conclusion because she sighs and stands up. “It brings out your eyes.”

Jack fiddles with his rings to hide the smile her words bring to his lips. It doesn’t bring out his eyes; it does clash horribly with the yellow brocade justacorps he shrugs on. But he recognizes that comment for what it is: Anne, offering support, which is infinitely more wonderful to him than all the silk chemises in the world.

“Thank you,” he says softly. Then, as she heads towards the door, “I’ll be down in a minute.”

She nods once and is gone, leaving Jack alone in the room. He twists to the mirror again, admiring the swish and fall of the fabric, the rakish silhouette it creates. For a moment, he hears the rustling of silk and remembers the same sound, from long ago. He takes a breath and squares his shoulders, reminds himself of the years and oceans between now and then. He is not thirteen anymore, and now he has Anne, who will kill anyone who tries to put him in a dress. Even Charles. The thought is oddly comforting, and Jack whistles to himself as he takes one last indulgent look in the mirror and heads downstairs.

The sun may have gone down but the volume of the tavern has only gone up. Patrons are spilling rum and falling all over each other, turning the courtyard into a heaving mess of unwashed bodies and unintelligible voices. Jack pauses on the landing to take stock, noting the other crews that have since come in: he can see Sully, first mate of the Fortitude, cheating at cards with Joshua from the Walrus crew (he makes a mental note to be well clear of this place before Flint ever hears about it); a dozen other regulars are crowded round the bar, hoping against hope to barter for drinks on the house - more the fool they, for Max runs a tight ship.

The real focus of his attention is sitting in a grey haze of smoke off in a corner, and Jack makes his way down the stairs and through the throng of drunk, sweaty pirates with as much grace as he can muster. If he puts a bit of extra swagger in his walk, well. He's Jack bloody Rackham. He's earned it.

Charles is drinking from a tankard of rum. When he sees Jack, it hits the table with a thump.

"Evening, Charles."

A long slow exhalation of smoke. "Jack."

Jack doesn't shiver at the way Charles says his name, but it's close. He nudges at the toe of Charles' boot where his feet are propped on a chair. "Do you mind?"

In another time, in another life, if Jack were someone else, Charles might remove his feet only to kick the chair over, might spread his legs and leer, might drag Jack into his lap, why don't you have a seat here, sweetheart? This isn't that life. Charles removes his feet, shoves the chair and the rum towards Jack who takes both with a nod. He takes a quick swig of the rum, wincing slightly at the bitter burn.

Charles is still looking at him. His cigar is dangling from his fingers, slowly burning down. "The clothes fit, then?"

"Half of it was non-salvageable," Charles' fingers twitch, "but the pieces that were... Well." Jack gestures to himself. "If the clothes make the man, then I am well-made indeed."

"Huh," Charles says. And then: "You look good."

Plain. Simple. Easy. A statement of fact. It has no business sending a thrilling warmth through Jack's veins, and yet. He allows himself the slightest bit of preening. Then, emboldened by the burn of the rum and the weight of silk and brocade against his skin, "Thanks to you."

Charles has precious few tells but the way his eyes narrow fractionally at Jack's words is one of them. A heavy silence falls between them. Jack sits up straighter, squares his shoulders; he doesn't miss the way Charles' gaze tracks to the hollow of his throat.

"Fuck," Charles hisses, dropping the forgotten cigar which has burned down to his fingers. He crushes the stub under his boot heel and looks back to Jack.

"You know, nice as it is to get some peace and quiet -" Jack is cut off as a chair sails through the air to crash against the opposite wall, quickly followed by its occupant, "I was rather hoping we could do something other than sit and brood at each other all evening."

“Yeah?” Charles is leaning forward now, and Jack’s not even sure he knows it. His voice is a deep rumble. “What’d you have in mind?”

Jack plants a hand on the table, stands up. He’s warm from the rum, half-drunk on the freedom of his new clothes and the intoxicating weight of Charles’ dark gaze that hasn’t left him for a moment. He leans forward into Charles’ space and smiles, all teeth. “Why don’t I show you?”

[noonaduck]

Elite School pt.1

Pairing: reader x Namjoon, reader x Yoongi Words: 3763 Genre: School AU, Fluff, Angst, Smut in part 2. A/N: Slow building, nothing quite interesting happens in the 1st part. Summary:  You  were one of few lucky students who were selected into South Korea's number one academy to study by scholarship. The school was only fort the elite of the country, those who were rich and smart enough to get in were rare.  your hard work had paid of when you had been granted the scholarship among another student from different school. His name was Kim Taehyung. He fastly become one of your closest friends with his roommate Park Jimin. Kim Namjoon is the leader of the school’s most popular group in where also belonged Jung Hoseok, Kim Seokjin, Jeon Jungkook and your current crush Min Yoongi. After both Namjoon and Yoongi shows interest towards you, your choice between two of them isn’t that easy after all... 1. > 2. coming soon.

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You were one of few lucky students who were selected into South Korea’s number one academy to study by scholarship. The school was only fort the elite of the country, those who were rich and lucky enough to get in were rare. Even the school knew that commoners would never be able to afford to their academy which was known for its high education that guaranteed that all doors were open for their students. That’s why The school granted two scholarships outside of their academy for the top students of the country. There was countless opportunities and majors to choose for. If you were lucky enough you would be able to spend your whole school life there. Sadly the scholarships was only granted for higher educations . In the huge campus area was two school buildings. One for the primary and secondary school and another for the higher educations. Primary and secondary school building was old mansion with two floors which has belonged to some old elite family. The building for the higher educations was rather modern with it looks, after all it wasn’t old as the other. Huge glass windows covered almost every floor. Even tough the designs of the buildings were quite different they both were colored rusty red. The buildings were located in that way that Higher education building’s entrance was towards the front gates and the other building was on it’s left side sideways. In center of all was huge fountain made of marble. Small angles were pouring water from pots on top of the structure. It was also possible to live in the school dorms, which rather looked like hotel rooms than actual residences for students. The dorms were located near by the school behind the forest which was located backside of school buildings.

Your family wasn’t poor but it was neither rich. Your heritage was half Korean and half [your country ] which showed in your features. Your mother was from [your country] and your father was Korean. You have always been hardworking student who barely had any time for friends. Your main goal had been as long as you could remember to attend one of the top schools and your hard work had paid of when you had been granted the scholarship among another student from different school. His name was Kim Taehyung. You two clicked right away, maybe because you both came from similar backgrounds. You both were regular people among the rich elite. You were a major of literature when Taehyung was focusing becoming top fashion designer. Sadly boys and girls weren’t allowed to live in same dorms so you were left to live in same room as a girl named Soo Jin. You both had your own bedrooms but you shared one bathroom and living space. The living space was decorated with heavy red satin couches in the middle of the room. Top of them were as well red pillows with golden rims. Huge antique carpet covered almost the whole floor and red curtains which matched with couches were hanging in front of huge window. There was also small kitchen corner with newest kitchen gadgets, but Soo Jin never used them. She preferred to eat outside in the school cafeteria which was actually pretty similar to high class restaurant if you did not count that you had to get your food yourself from food line up. Soo Jin was pretty girl with long wavy brown hair and slim body. She had round face and brown eyes like a deer. You weren’t any sort of friends but you get along, Soo Jin mostly liked to ignore you, maybe because of your status. She was majoring in finances, because one day she would inherit her family’s hotel business. You had never have a change to look into Soo Jin’s room, because she kept always her door closed, but you were quite sure that it had the same layout than yours. The doors into your room’s and shared bathroom was also located in the living area also with the front door of your dorm room. You had comfortable bed ,with softest bed sheets you ever had had, opposite of your window where you could see the campus area’s forest. Right under your window was your work desk and top of it was your laptop with your school supplies. Your walls were white with silver decorations and your floor was made of dark wood. small two persons couch was located in corner of your room and next to it was standing full length mirror made of same colored wood as the floor.

You were laying on your bed and reading a book when your phone beeps. It was text from Taehyung.

Tae: *I’m bored, what ya doing?*

You: *Nothing much, I’m reading a book.*

Tae: *Do you want to go to the cafeteria with me and Jimin?*

Park Jimin was Taehyungs roommate and despite their difference in status they had quickly become good friends. Jimin was major at marketing, against his will if I may add, but his side subject was his true passion. It was dancing. It did not matter was it classical or modern, as long as he was able to follow beat of the music with his body.

You: *Idk, I’m not that hungry :I*

Tae: *Jimin is paying ;) .*

You: *On the other hand i could use something to eat.*

Tae: *great, see you in ten at the cafeteria.*

You: See ya :)*

When you arrive to the cafeteria Jimin and Taehyung are already sitting on the table. It was weekend so you were allowed to wear your regular clothes instead school uniforms. You thought that it was stupid how you still had to use school uniforms in this age, but the point was to show of that you were a student of your 'highly valued' school. Jimin’s and Taehyung’s heads were pushed together and they were watching something on Jimin's phone. It was so cute how Taehyungs blonde and Jimin’s orange hair mixed together. The school wasn’t that particular with looks if you weren’t a student in Primary or secondary school, rules there were more strict. Taehyung was wearing long sleeved shirt whit grey and white stripes. On top of his nose was round glasses, which he insisted using even when his eyes were perfectly fine. He had straight white pants and brown leather shoes. Jimin was dressed in more relaxing manner. He had white t shirt with v-collar and loose black pants. He had Adidas sneakers on his feet. You on the other had were wearing loose black shirt with pair of regular jeans. Your H/C hair was at loose ponytail.

“Hi Y/N!” Jimin notices you and waves excitedly.

“Hi.” You greet and sit opposite of two males. In front of Jimin was half eaten muffin and coke bottle and Taehyung had salad with water.

“Sorry, we bought our food while we were waiting, but if you want I can go get something for you?” Jimin asks and smiles shyly at you.

Taehyung had once confessed that Jimin had told him that he had small crush on you. You were touched but did not feel the same way. That why you pretended to be oblivious about his feelings.

“That would be nice, could you get me a coke as well with ham sandwich?” You ask grateful.

“Sure, no problem.” Jimin says and leaves the table. Taehyung is still focused on Jimin’s phone.

“What ya looking at?” You ask and reach towards the phone. Taehyung grins and shows you a video about cat who is balancing on top of a huge ball. You roll your eyes at him ad he just shrugs his shoulders and turns his attention back to the video.

Right then the noise in the cafeteria got louder and you could hear hushed whispers and giggles from girls of nearby table. From the cafeteria doors steps in the schools most popular group leaded no other than by Kim Namjoon itself. Not everyone has change to interact with the elite of elites . Behind him walks Jung Hoseok talking to his other friend Min Yoongi who listens his friend with bored face. Scrolling his phone follows soon after Kim Seokjin, or Jin like he wanted to be addressed. Namjoon was on the top of the top elite being the number one student of the academy. It was almost unfair that with his brilliant mind came such a good looks. He had silver hair pushed back on his forehead and the most beautiful dimples when he smiled. His tall figure was dressed in designer clothes. He had white button up shirt with sleeves that were rolled over his elbows and a silver watch on his right wrist. He was wearing black pants with black polished shoes. He was a literature major like you were. Hoseok ,or Hobi to his friends, was the brightest among the group with a smile that could make even the darkest clouds to fade. He had dark brown hair and straight nose with the most soft looking lips. He was wearing similar outfit than Namjoon except his shirt was black, and instead a watch he was wearing a bracelet. Jung Hoseok came from long heritage of artist and performer family and was majoring as dancer. Min Yoongi was a pale man with a yet black hair which made him look almost like a ghost. His friends often teased him about his skin color and called him Suga, oh boy if you made the mistake calling him that if you weren’t part of his circle of friends, you were swimming in the deep end of the pool. Silver earrings were hanging from his both ears and he was wearing white t shirt and black jacket with golden decorations top of his shirt. he had black skinny jeans with black boots. He was majoring in classical music , but there was rumors about him doing really different music on his free time. In your opinion he looked particularly good today, maybe you were biased because your crush for him. Then there was Jin, the flirt of the group. He had truly beautiful face which made every girl swoon who he granted his attention. Even tough he liked to flirt a lot he actually never dated anyone. Female population couldn't do anything else than dream about the handsome man. He had blonde hair that made him look almost like a angel with his tall and well formed body. He was wearing pink short sleeved button up shirt with top button open and white dress pants with suede shoes. Jin was majoring to become a doctor and many girls were ready to be his test subjects.

“Ah, look who is there.” Taehyung teases when he follows your stare. Your crush for the pale man was something that Taehyung liked to often to tease you about.

“Shut up.” You mumble and turn read like a tomato and Taehyung smirks fort that.

The group walks past of you without granting even one glance towards your table. Jimin returns with your food and puts your sandwich and coke in front of you. You open your coke with thanks. Jimin and Taehyung keeps chatting when your mind and eyes begins to wander. Your eyes finds Yoongi who is sitting on the table with his laughing friends. You are so close attention to Yoongi that you don’t notice the pair of eyes who keeps staring at you from the same table where Yoongi sits. Maybe if you should have looked closer you would seen Namjoon’s thoughtful gaze. The cafeteria doors slams open and boy with messy brown hair runs inside. He does not stop until he reaches the table where Yoongi and his friends are located. Jeon Jungkook is the last of the group to arrive. He is also youngest of the bunch. He is still wearing striped pajama pants and large black hoodie over it. On his foot is red slippers. He is art major and more importantly Namjoon’s cousin.

“Good morning.” Jin says and sips his coffee calmly.

“Did you sleep well?” Hoseok asks and burst into laughing. You follow their interaction with interest.

“It’s not my fault that Namjoon Hyung turned my alarm off.” Jungkook mumbles and sits next to Hoseok. He gives Namjoon nasty look and Namjoon smiles sheepishly.

“You wouldn’t have woken up even if I had let your alarm on. All three other of your clocks were turned of.” He says and the whole table begins to laugh.

“What ya looking at?” Jimin’s question makes you jolt in your chair. Jimin turns his eyes towards the table which interactions you are following and rolls his eyes. “They are at it again. Because their parents has most of the money or are most famous it doesn’t mean that they rule the place.” He grunts.

Taehyung looks at his friend with tilted head. “Are you maybe jealous?” he asks.

“What? No!” Jimin blushes and shakes his head rapidly.

“If you say so.” Taehyung says and stretches his arms above his head.“If you say so…”

It was getting late but you couldn’t sleep. You had hanged with Jimin and Taehyung for a while and watched their bickering over a video game over their dorms. Girls were allowed to visit boys dorms during the daytime as long as they left before seven p.m. It was funny that boys weren’t allowed to do the same. You kept rolling in your bed but you finally gave up when it was almost eleven p.m. You sigh and push yourself up on your bed. You take your sweater from your school chair and put it over your pajamas. Finally you slip into your slippers. You take your phone and dorm keys from the table and head outside. The campus area was highly guarded and surrounded by tall fence so it was safe to move outside even on the night time. School staff still did not recommend that kind of behavior but no one really were observing that, even less if you weren’t from primary or secondary school. You walked in the forest path which leaded towards the school building. The trip wasn’t that long and even there street lights illuminated your path. The school building was never locked and only few guards were patrolling on the hallways. You avoided them easily and slipped into empty music room. Spring was getting even nearer and you could see the moon shining trough the huge glass windows. You walked past the grand piano and the other instruments which were on the walls or their stands. You stop in front of wall covering mirror and took deep breath. You closed your eyes ans begun to sing. Every time when you were upset or something was on your mind you liked to sing. The songs and melody was often the best way to relive your stress. There wasn’t many who knew about your hobby, not even Taehyung knew. You were frightened when suddenly you heard clapping. You spun around and saw Min Yoongi standing by the door. You froze, oh no anything but this. He was also wearing his pajamas which consisted black t shirt and grey college pants. On his feet was white plain slippers.

“I’m surprised, I did not know that you could sing.” Yoongi says when he stops clapping.

You feel embarrassed “Not many people know about it.”

“I see.” Yoongi says thoughtfully and leans on the door frame. “You have a beautiful voice.”

“Well, thanks I ques.” You scratch your neck awkwardly.

You both fell into awkward silence. Neither of you is good with social interactions. For a while you two just stare at each other. When you almost can’t take it anymore Yoongi walks towards the piano and sits in front of it. He motion to you to sit next to him and you do so hesitantly.

“Do you play?” he asks and puts his fingers on top of the piano keys. You shake your head for answer. “It’s okay, maybe someday I will teach you.” he says with soft voice and began to to play.

The tone of the song is sad but at the same time really beautiful. You close your eyes and let the melody flow trough of you. You are still in your own world when Yoongi stops playing. He is waiting for you to open your eyes which you do slowly.

“That was beautiful. I believe that I haven’t heard that song before.” You admit.

“It’s my own song. It’s not quite finished yet.” Now its Yoongi’s turn to blush.

“You are indeed talented man. Why the melody is so sad though? Is there any reason for it?” You ask curiously.

Yoongi turns his face towards you and looks at into your E/C eyes. “There isn’t much a reason. It was raining when I begun to compose this song, so the mood kind of came naturally.” He is so close toy you that you can feel his hot breath on your lips.

Yoongi seems to notice it too and for a while you two just stare each other faces in wonder. Finally he leans closer and you close your eyes. When your lips are about to touch noise from the door interrupts you and you jump separate. You and Yoongi look at the door and dim lighted corridor but there wasn’t anything. Maybe it was a guard who was patrolling on the hallway. Either way the mood was broken and you both looked everywhere except each other.

After that evening in the music room you and Yoongi become quite close even though you kept it as a secret. neither of you graved for attention. You were barely able to keep your eyes open while drinking your tea in your dorm’s kitchen table. You had been writing your literature essay for the whole evening and late to the night. Soo Jin stormed out of her room wearing school uniform and designer briefcase. The school uniform consisted of white button up shirt with red vest on top of it, knee length black skirt and kneel length white socks or tights. She was wearing the socks. Also pair of plain black flats were part of the set. Her hair was in tight bun on top of her head and her make up was without fault, like always. Soo Jin wrinkles her nose when she walks past of you but says nothing. It seems that you aren’t worth of her time this morning. You finish your tea and put your mug in the sink. You were also already in you uniform, but you did not look as groomed as Soo Jin. You weren’t one of those people who would get up early just to look good. You take your school bag from the couch and head for your class. You sit on to you usual place at the lecture room, which was one row lower than where Namjoon was siting, like you were keeping note. When you had entered the class room you had given your essay to your teacher who was a woman in her late forties. She had short straight black hair and red classes on top of her nose. She was wearing long sleeved brown tunic with long pearls hanging on her neck. She was after bohemian look, which suited her carefree nature. She insisted that you called her by her first name Irina, and not by her last name Novikov.  She was from Russia, but spoke fluent Korean and English.

“Good morning class, today we are going to work in pairs and discuss about one of the English literature classics, Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Height’s. I believe that everyone has read it already, after all it was part of your reading list, which was handed to you in the beginning of the semester. Today I’m choosing your pairs so no need to go look for your friends.” Irina tells happily in front of the class. You can hear quiet unhappy murmur, but no one say anything against it out loud. “Miss Ji Hye Choi you are going to pair with Miss Soo Hyeon Lee, Mister Gi Hoon Park you are going to pair with….” She begins to share pairs but you don’t pay any attention until it yours turn. “Mister Kim Namjoon and Miss L/N Y/N….” She continues to name pairs for the rest of the class.

You turn your eyes towards Namjoon and he smiles widely at you. He takes his notebook and changes his seat next to you. Other students are as well looking for their pairs which causes noise to rise in the room.

“Hello partner.” Namjoon says when he sits next to you.

“Hi.” You answer shyly.

“So have you read the book?” Namjoon asks and you nod.

Voice of the teacher’s gains your attention again. “I’m going to reflect the questions on the board which you are going to discuss. I will follow that everyone indeed focus on them and not into something else.” She says and soon the questions are on the board.

Number one: Name the main characters of the book. “The main cast depends on how you look at the book. Do you count the old maid Nelly Dean who tells the story of Wuthering Heights as a main characters or only those who are part of her story.” Namjoon says without much of thought.

“That’s true. I would at least count Nelly Dean as one of the characters, maybe even on of the most important of them.” You agree and Namjoon looks you surprised. Maybe he might been excepting an quite different answer. “ Mister Headcliff is the male lead of the book whom is driven by his greed and need for revenge. On the other hand Catherine…”

Namjoon puts his hand on top of yours and you fell silent by surprise.

“I saw you and Yoongi in the music room few nights ago. I wasn’t able to sleep so followed him when he left the dorm in middle of night.” He confess which causes you to blush. “Do you like him?”

“Excuse me?” You stutter.

“Do you like Min Yoongi?” He repeats and looks your eyes with intensively.

“What is it to you?” You are quick to defend yourself.

“I’m just asking.” Namjoon shrugs his shoulders lightly, but his eyes are rather serious.

“Mister Kim and Miss L/N, please turn your attention to back at the task in hand.” Irina’s voice saves you from answering.

After that you try to focus entirely for the subject and try to avoid Namjoon questions. Maybe he senses this but he didn’t say anything. School bell saves you from the situation and you hurry out from the class. You weren’t going to admit for anyone that you might like Yoongi, at least not before you had admitted it to man himself. You were trying to gain courage to do it and find the right time, but you haven’t had luck with neither. You have to only hope that you are able to confess how you feel one day.

[thedappleddragon]

ok time for 2 days worth of journaling

yesterday I discovered that if I take half of a mini bagel (because the store was out of bagel things), put on cream cheese and a slice of salami, you can make a pretty good bagel bite. I talked with my dad for a while about college things when he came home from work and brought groceries. I also made a frozen chicken Laredo pasta thing for dinner and ended up sharing it with my mom. dad and I shared ideas for what to add to it next time to make it better. I started with chopping up spinach, because I know it shrinks a bunch and is easy to hide in stuff. I want to try adding a little salt, maybe some garlic and onion, parmesan cheese, more greens, a bunch of stuff. idk. I like pretending to be a chef. but I talked with my ad about what kind of stuff I'll need for college, and how I'll probably need to buy real clothes and makeup so I dont look like a goblin who’s been existing solely in basketball shorts and pajama pants for the past year in quarantine.that;s why I made that post last night about fun girly sleepover or simple-ass makeup tutorial. I tried washing my face with an Olay soap bar, and it left my skin feeling nice but idk how good/bad it actually is for your face since its meant to be a body bar. I real online that a plain dove bar is actually pretty damn good for your face, but Olay was the only thing I had on hand. whatever. i played a bunch of stardew valley as well

I slept like shit last night, waking up at like 4 am and all mr dreams being shades of muted grey and brown and broken up into blocks, idk. I've been having weird abstract dreams and sleeping like shit for the past couple days. I think that's partially what cause my head to spin all afternoon. whenever I moved my head, it felt like my ghost was lagging behind my body if that makes sense. it sucked but got better when I moved around. I had my dad bring me water and Tylenol and then come back a second time to light my candle because he smelled like cigarettes and left the smell in my room. but I realized it was April fools day when I woke up, and contemplated how I was gonna prank my friends. I didnt come up with anything until my sister sent a picture of a crashed white Volvo, saying she failed her driving test. when my mom showed me I didnt believe her for a second, and folded over laughing when my mom was concerned about if it was real or not. I stole that joke and showed it to my 2 friend groups, with panicked misspelled texts to go with it for *authenticity* lmao. both groups fell for it at first, but band friends taking longer to catch on so I had to tell them it was a prank. my gamer friend in the other chat caught me almost IMMEDIATLY with reverse google image searching. but I laughed my ass off for a while either way. I didnt play any stardew today but I did play a little Webkinz. when my sister came back from her driving test, my dad brought home Dairy Queen blizzards and mentioned getting a nice-is dinner takeout :) unfortunately I waited forever for him to bring home food and it never happened. so my sister and I went through the mcdonalds drive through and got served by this absolutely DELIGHTFUL middle aged man who was very nice and funny and I told him she just got her license today. we went home and ate in my sisters room and watched John mulaney’s new in town. I had never actually watched the full special, but through Tumblr memes and a million animatics, I had pretty much seen everything. I had fun tho. we got regular chicken sandwiches when we porobably should have gotten the deluxe ones with lettuce and tomato and source or just gone to Wendy’s. tbh Wendy’s is SO MUCH FUCNKIN BETTER. and the mcdonalds was more expensive than I thought it would be. whatever. if we had gone to Wendy’s, sure we would have gotten better burgers, but we wouldn't have seen that deightful man. anyway earlier today I gave my cat some catnip and she was really cute about it. do cats drool more when they’re high? cuz damn it sure felt like it when she was mashing her face into my hand.  for lunch I made a different pasta thing, this time shrimp lomeign. I added spinach and broccoli, which I'm going to do for now and forever because it SLAPPED but my mom was acting like a child, saying broccoli is gross. she had me make spaghetti and proceeded to eat 3 or 4 bowls. I had a couple and went to my room. I realize that I'm typing all this shit WAYYYYY out of order, sorry to me reading back in the future or anyone who bothers to read these. tbh why would you. I hope people dont have my talk tag blocked (thanks for coming to my ted talk) and instead have 2021 daily blocked if they dont want to see these. I still make funny posts sometimes!! that’s also what I tag my art with!! but neither of those people would be able to read this anyway so I'm just preaching to the choir. anyway you’ll be happy to know that my head is no longer spinning, my teeth are nice and clean, I've got my comfy socks and pajama pants on, and I’m ready for bed. eventually. it’s not even midnight yet lmao. I guess I can mention this morning when my cat yelled at me asking to go outside, but it was literally FREEZING and im 100% sure I saw some snowflakes while I was out there for a couple minutes. she got so cold she climbed up on my lap as I was wrapped in my childhood sleeping bag I found in the laundry room. I breathed warm air on her and sat out there for another minute or so, mostly insulated by the sleeping bag, but carried her inside eventually. I didnt want to have to deal with that shit. tbh even tho I just had mcdonalds and it’s almost midnight and I've already brushed my teeth, I'm still a little bit hungry. but I dont know it’s that’s just because I'm lying down and your body takes a little while to tell you when you’re full, or if it’s because I waited for SO LONG waiting for city barbecue or bento cafe that just a burger and fries wasn't enough to cut it. well I'll just sleep it off anyway. you know what’s really cute? my cat laid on my lap and rested her chin on my hand as I typed :) I love her