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jeonaachu · 3 months

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Campsite || MYG

Genre: Married couple, fluff, workplace romance

Pairing: Min Yoongi × Fem. OC

Word count: 1.6k+

Summary: Seol is angry at her workaholic husband because he forgot a cozy date night.

A/n: This is my first time writing on Tumblr and I'm still trying to make sense of things so I really don't know what to expect 😭

"Okay, everyone! It's time to partner up!” The loud voice of the department head, Ms.Song attracts the attention of all the employees sitting around the huge bonfire.

“Partner?” Someone questions from behind.

Ms. Song adjusts her glasses and looks at the person, clearing her throat. “We don’t have many tents so two people will have to share one.” Once the announcement was done, most of the people pair up with either their significant others or best friends and start pitching their tents, leaving Seol, Yoongi, Ms. Song and a few others still sitting around the fire.

Seol looks over at Yoongi and he looks over at her before she looks away.

Sigh.

“What’s with you two? Go pitch your tent.” Ms. Song comments, using her finger to gesture between both of them after witnessing all the cold gazes Seol had looked at Yoongi with this entire trip.

A huff leaves her mouth, arms folded across her chest. “I don’t want to share a tent with him,” She gives Yoongi a sharp glare causing the male to let out an inaudible, defeated breath.

On Ms. Song’s curious question about what had happened, Yoongi shakes his head, his shoulders drooping down as he does so. His eyes run back to her figure, just across him, only to find her still being sulky over what happened yesterday. “Seol arranged a date for us yesterday but I forgot and stayed till late at work and now, as you can see, she’s angry.” He summarizes the events that happened last night.

The lady clicks her tongue and facepalms herself, "Well, she's right in this then. I have told you many times to not stay till late at the company." She gets up from her seat to get herself some water. "This is why I didn't get married," her tone and words make others laugh while Yoongi just lowers his head.

He knows he's messed up.

After a few more minutes, when neither of them make any move, the department head clears her throat. "Okay, if you both don't want to share a tent then Yura pair up with Yoongi and go prepare your tent," her words make the said girl to spring up excitedly from her seat and Seol to spring up aggressively.

She's undoubtedly the possessive kind and definitely knows about the itty bitty crush Yura has over her husband.

"No, I'll share the tent with him," She says firmly before grabbing her husband's hand and taking him along with her.

There's complete silence for the next ten minutes, he didn't say anything and neither did she while both of them set up the tent together to spend the night. Yoongi, of course, didn't let her do much of the work.

"About yesterday-" His apologetic voice hits her eardrums and she instantly turns to face him.

She shakes her head slightly, "I don't want to talk about it."

With that she walks away from there. Her feet coming to a stop only when they reached the lake beside which the department team was camping.

She never liked arguing and not being on speaking terms with her husband but lately, he was barely giving her any time as if his work was his wife instead of her. He works in the same department as hers and yet managed to keep her out of his daily schedule these days.

It was frustrating.

Even more so when Seol had planned an indoor date just because he loves staying home rather than going out, cooked his favorite food even though she doesn't know how to cook very well and instead of getting appreciated for her efforts, she had to stay up till one in the morning until you got too tired and went to sleep.

This was a first.

In their six years of being together, he had never done that. She was ready to let it slide but at the same time she was enjoying the attention Yoongi was giving her to make her forgive his blunder.

Standing by the lake, she felt all her anger and sadness leave her body. The lake water glittering because of the bright moonlight falling on it really seemed to calm her mind. She takes in a deep breath, quite amazed by the refreshing fragrance of the trees and flowers around the entire campsite and allows herself to focus on the sound of the rustling leaves, crackling bonfire and several nocturnal insects hiding in the bushes.

A cold gust of wind makes her shiver slightly. As the night grew more, the temperature seemed to be getting lower too. Seol was busy covering her bare arms with her palms when a bowl of ramen came into view, right in front of her. Her gaze follows the hand that was holding it and comes to a pause only when she locks eyes with her husband.

"I sneaked in a couple of these in my bag," Bribing her with food has always been an efficient strategy for Yoongi ever since they both started seeing each other, the past six years to be exact.

She looks at the delicious noodles that were inviting her to devour them and then back at Yoongi who wanted her to devour them. In the fight between her ego and hunger, hunger won and she accepts the ramen he had prepared.

His strategy definitely worked every time.

It wasn't difficult for her to notice the little smile dancing on his soft lips. "Don't think you're forgiven," She fills her mouth with the delicious noodles while sitting on the mat Yoongi had laid by the lake.

Yoongi takes a seat beside his wife and watches as she takes another mouthful bite. "I'm really sorry about yesterday. I really didn't want to forget about it but it just slipped out of my mind," his words are followed by a weary sigh indicating he didn't want this matter to stretch more.

"Honestly, I'm not upset because you forgot about the date, I'm angry because I planned a surprise for you." Her lips form a pout.

He furrows his brows, "A surprise? What surprise?"

"Guess it yourself." With that, she focuses on her noodles and he focuses on thinking about whatever surprise Seol might have prepared for him.

A couple minutes passed without any words from Yoongi. If it wasn't for him biting his nails, deep in thought, she'd have thought he's asleep.

"You bought new lingerie?" She chokes on her noodles when these words leave his mouth.

An expression that screamed "done" alongwith a scowl his way and he understood he was wrong. "Okay, it's not that." There's a small pause before another guess. "You bought couple accessories?"

"No, but I actually want to."

"A new car?"

"No."

"A guitar?"

"You already have many."

"Couple hoodies?"

"Nooooo."

"House?"

"Come on, Yoongi. Don't be ridiculous." Seol sighs, a little pissed at her husband's cluelessness.

Another stretch of silence follows her words, coming to an end only when Yoongi speaks again.

"You got a new tattoo?"

She shakes her head as a 'no'. If she was being honest, she didn't even want to respond now.

"You got promoted?"

Another no.

"You're pregnant?"

"Yes."

Yoongi nods, not giving much attention to what he asked and what she replied. "So, you're pregnant." He hums before stopping and looking at her with wide eyes, his brain finally processing what just happened. "Wait- You're pregnant?? Like, for real??"

She laughs at his big eyes and slightly parted lips, "No, I'm definitely pranking you." Her reply was sarcastic but she was quick to notice his unamazed expression at her reply. "Okay, yes. I'm pregnant."

It felt like he just froze for a minute.

No movements,

No sounds,

He didn't even blink his eyes.

"So I'm going to be a dad?" A smile finally stretches across his face, followed by a couple happy tears which she wouldn't have noticed if it wasn't for the moonlight.

Seol nods her head without wasting a second. "Yes, you are. I got to know about it yesterday too." She blinks her eyes a couple times to avoid tearing up.

It was such a big news, a good news, that it overwhelmed the both of them.

Out of nowhere, Yoongi hesitantly wraps his arms around her and puts his forehead on her shoulder. It's been six years of them being together but he still was shy to initiate skinship. "I'm really so sorry for yesterday. I know I have said this multiple times since then but I ruined such a big day for you, for us. I'm so stupid." He lets out in a low voice, still hugging her.

She smiles slightly to herself, putting her own arms around him. "It's fine, it's fine. You realized your mistake, that's more than enough." She pats his back and places a soft kiss on his head.

The couple stays like that for a couple minutes, not saying anything, just being there in each other's embrace, Yoongi still having his head on her shoulder.

"Thank you for this surprise, really." He kisses her shoulder before lifting his head to meet her eyes.

Seol chuckles softly at his statement. "Well, half the credit goes to you, too." She leans forward, maintaining eye contact with him.

Her husband snickers,"Oh yes, how can I forget the hard work!" His words being followed by a smirk.

A groan leaves her mouth, shivers of cringe flowing across her body as she punches the male on his chest for his cheeky statement. "YOONGI!" She hides her face behind her palms while he laughs heartily at his wife's flustered state.

All while the lake, stars, the moon and their colleagues witness the moment, without them both knowing.

"I told you these two won't go a day without talking." A series of silent laughs follows Ms. Song’s statement while everyone makes their way back to their tents, leaving Seol and Yoongi to enjoy their time alone.

#min yoongi #yoongi #agust d #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts suga #suga #bts army #bts scenarios #fluff #fanfic #bts

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jimahalangel · 6 months

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Gelatin Skeleton

Summary:

Apparently the multiverse doesn't need your permission to Isekai you. It doesn't even have to give you the courtesy of letting you know it happened.

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Undertale is gone, like it never existed.

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You would know—you've looked.

…

"Wait- so you're telling me the void ate my universe? I'm living the weirdest 'I survived' book?!! Introducing to scholastic book fairs everywhere: 'I survived the destruction of the universe when the void decided to get all schlorpy schlorpy!?'"

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"I am unfortunately fully aware of what information your universe had in the way of… fanfiction about my friends and family-"

...

Notes:

Formatting is better on AO3 (italicized font and such)

Update schedule: AO3 will get new chapters earlier (probably about a day) than Tumblr. (Aiming for once a week, on Thursdays or Fridays - not set in stone)

Link to read on AO3:

Chapter 1: Wikipedia, my beloved.

(read chapter 2 here)

Going to sleep in one universe and waking up in another sounds like the kind of thing people would write about in various types of fiction. Because it is . It's such a prevalent trope that it has its own genre: Isekai .

As defined by Wikipedia, "Isekai, ( Japanese: 異世界, transl. "different world" or "otherworld") is a genre of speculative fiction—both portal fantasy and science fiction are included. It includes novels, light novels, films, manga, anime and video games that revolve around a displaced person or people who are transported to and have to survive in another world, such as a fantasy world, virtual world, or parallel universe. Isekai is one of the most popular genres of anime, and Isekai stories share many common tropes…"

You'd think someone would notice being Isekai-d; that you might feel different upon waking up in a world where things are changed in new and mysterious ways—perhaps feel empowered? Surely when one is suddenly transported into another reality, they might remember the day it happened?

Apparently the multiverse doesn't need your permission to Isekai you. It doesn't even have to give you the courtesy of letting you know it happened.

Or, well, you think this is another universe, at least? Because an entire chunk of internet-culture/pop-culture was missing when you went to Google it yesterday.

Is missing.

Still.

Undertale is gone, like it never existed. You would know—you've looked.

It's not like years' worth of memes and fanfiction and fanart pertaining to a game that changed the entire gaming industry could just up and disappear out of nowhere, could it?! But you can't find any sign of it anywhere online or offline—and you definitely had physical evidence.

You'd stayed up all night last night searching for a single trace of the game and fandom you'd spent years of your life looking toward for comfort and entertainment. You’d looked everywhere.

But it's gone.

All of it.

Everything.

It's impossible.

There has to be an explanation.

Which brings you to your current Isekai theory: Maybe it's not gone— you are. You might be somewhere new where it never existed in the first place.

Either that or your brain is really majorly messed up and created an alarmingly huge chunk of false memories.

.... Actually… How long has Undertale been missing for you?

Has this happened before and you just can't remember it?

You check your search history. Nothing about Undertale before yesterday. Which is definitely strange because you'd been on AO3 looking through Undertale tags two weeks ago. And there's no need to delete your search history when you live alone. Your most recent search history from right before your rabbit hole yesterday is still the same Wikipedia article you remember reading.

Strange.

So Undertale being wiped from the face of the Earth must've happened sometime in the past two weeks.

You check the Google search trends for the words, 'Undertale' and 'Meglovania,' among several other words and phrases more unique to the game and fandom than 'Sans,' and 'Papyrus.' You want to get to the bottom of this, but you're pretty sure those character names won't get you any closer to an answer with how common they are to describe non-Undertale related things.

It's somehow not a surprise to you when search trends show that exactly zero people are looking for the answers you are.

Okay, so that kicks the possibility of finding anyone else who remembers Undertale.

You check search trends for 'alternate reality,' 'alternate universe,' and 'alternate dimension,' and you also open up a separate tab to the Wikipedia article for 'Isekai.'

It seems like there's definitely a good amount of search queries related to each term, but upon further inspection, they're mostly about isekai anime and tv shows like Dr Who.

Not really all that helpful, but maybe when you're not dealing with the real-world issues of dimensional travel you can take a break and watch the ones that seem interesting.

You bookmark a few articles that seem to be about actual science and not sci-fi media, but besides scientific papers and articles misquoting those same scientific papers, you've hit a dead end. You turn your attention towards finding discussion posts or forums on the topic —Maybe something on Reddit?

…..

Okay, nope.

You're not going to have much luck bringing in other people to help you with this unless you're looking to end up institutionalized. Not that there's any shame in that, but you don't think it'd help you much in this particular situation.

Man, you are really hoping for your Isekai theory to ring true. Otherwise, you're SOL with no way of finding out what's going on here. You feel like that guy who had to rewrite all the Beatles songs from memory in that one movie. What was it called? Yesterday?

Not that you think you could reproduce any of the content you remember about Undertale.

No, you definitely couldn't, especially not the game itself. You aren't a one-man game dev team, and the idea of trying to profit off someone else's ideas like that makes you feel slimy. Even if you're in an alternate dimension or if your brain actually came up with everything and created false memories, you couldn't bring yourself to claim what you feel is someone else's intellectual property. You'll just have to quietly remember on your own and create fan-content privately from now on. That thought makes you feel kind of alone…

You push that down and bottle it up for future you to deal with. Right now you need to determine how and why this happened through some gentle research. No need to end up on any government watchlists.

#I wrote this for me but you can read it too #no beta we disappear like W.D. Gaster #skeleton harem I guess #I sent you to another universe where I'll be isolating youand making you think you're clinically insane #so you can have a bunch of skeleton boyfriends. as a treat #Gaster is kind of everybody's dad here ig #absent father? more like a-void-ant father lol #jk thoughbecause Gaster is actually great in this :)#mahalangel og #undertale #sans undertale #papyrus undertale #undertale fanfiction #sans x reader #reader insert #gelatin skeleton #gelatin skeletons in the fridge

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puddingcatbeans · 1 day

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vent //

so this weekend i'm fucking up my sleep schedule on purpose because i'm social media-ing for our event in twn, but today i still had to go into office to do some machine maintenance, so i figured i'd take it easy, buy myself some treats and take later buses, etc. admire the softness found in caterpillar rain, etc.

and then my sister calls and says she fucked up and short circuited the kitchen - this happens when microwave and electric kettle is on at the same time, which we have been told NOT to do, so now i gotta rush home and fix that. which, like, is not a big deal in the scheme of things (i fixed it in 5 mins) and i get that she was trying to help because she noticed our drinking water bottle is empty, but also like.

i asked her to cook rice on monday while i was at work because she was out all weekend and was returning home early that day. she went straight to bed after giving me the ok. which, i get it, she's tired out, she's depressed, etc etc. and i wasn't gonna use the rice for dinner anyway.

i asked her to get milk on her way back yesterday because my cramps were acting up yesterday so i had to rush home before i started bleeding on the bus. she gave me a heads up that she wasn't able to, which, fine, i wasn't sure she would pass by a market anyway.

but i just. there's a pile of laundry on the sofa that i refuse to fold for her. there's an avacado going bad in the fridge because i didn't know what to do with it and she said maybe she can blend it into a smoothie, but she is never home and when she is she is sleeping.

idk it's not like i am really angry, i am just tired. she washes the dishes i leave in the sink, which is nice, but there's garbage i haven't had time to throw out and i think i want to move out because even if i fuck up at least i'd be cleaning up only my own mess.

#beanstalks #there's no point to all this i am just sleep deprived and frustrated #anyway i gotta go nap before my colleagues wake up #idk what to do for dinner. i'm out of milk. i'm so sad

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emilykat-artblog18 · 7 months

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The Other Port

(Chapter 5)

.:: Scraping It Off ::.

Ten cents slowly began to wake up, he began to contemplate the events that unfolded last night. It felt like such a weird dream and yet it felt so real, The Other Captain, Other O.J. and Top Hat, even Sunshine was there too. Was it even a dream?

Then Ten Cents began to realize something; It was morning, the barracks looked… normal. Gone was the lively, rich, bright, and colorful bedroom, now he was back to plain boring barracks he knew.

“Are we back in our world?...” Ten Cents whispers to himself not feeling sure if they’re really back.

Ten Cents gets off from his bunk bed and looks on the bunk above him to see if Sunshine was okay. He was relieved when he saw Sunshine still here and sleeping peacefully.

“Maybe this was a crazy dream after all,” Ten Cents thought to himself as he began to wake Sunshine up in a calm and gentle manner. “SUNSHINE! GET UP IT’S MORNING!!”

Sunshine jolted awake from the sudden loud voice from Ten Cents, “What?! What?! What’s going on?!” Sunshine shouted, looked around and noticed how everything was back to normal.

“Ten Cents, What was that for?!” Sunshine shouted,

“Hey, you know i’m just messing with ya” teased Ten Cents

“But not when I'm sleeping, man.” Sunshine remarked, sighing in frustration.

“Not while we’re sleeping too,” a voice suddenly spoke up accompanied by a head poking up from another bunk; It was Top Hat,

“We’re working in a difficult time, you two. We employees of Star Tug & Marine have a position to keep up, we need to get as much rest as we can so we have more energy to do work early in the morning.”

Before Ten Cents could reply, a pair of groans cut him off, “Come off it, Top Hat, at least they’re up early and bright, unlike you,” Big Mac scoffed, Warrior laughed at this.

Before Top Hat could retort, the PA speaker turned on, accompanied by small feedback from it.

“Good Morning Star Fleet, I see everyone is already up so we can skip the wake up call and get to the announcements. As of now we’re going to have to work even harder than before for this week following the accident that occurred yesterday. Big Mac and Warrior you’re going to be assisting Hercules with the docking and unloading of another tramper, Top Hat you're on garbage detail today after that you’re to transport the rail fairies across the port, and since O.J isn’t available, I’ll have to ask Captain Zero to lend one of his employees to do his duties in the meantime-”

“But Captain,” protested Top Hat, “can’t one of us do O.J’s jobs, we’re more than capable of handling his work as well as our own.”

“I would but I’m afraid O.J’s duties would be too much to handle on top of your already scheduled duties. And I can’t spare my youngest employees to do them because of what happened recently.”

“Can’t we just do O.J’s work as a punishment?” asked Sunshine.

I let out a sigh, “I would Sunshine, but I’m afraid that because of the companies you three kept waiting as well as making a fool out of the company in front of the tramper’s crew, no one at the moment is going to trust you with your duties.”

I couldn’t see the expressions of my young employees, but I could sense they felt worse after what I said.

“You three are just going to have to start from the bottom and work yourselves back to the top starting with scraping the barnacles off of pier 3, Scuttlebutt Pete will meet you there and supervise your work. That is all, best of luck to all of you.”

The P.A speaker let out a crack and a squeal as I turned it off. All of my employees set off to do their assigned jobs of the day, as they walked out the entrance Ten Cents and Sunshine couldn’t help but feel as though Top Hat was staring coldly at them.

Ten Cents and Sunshine were quiet to each other as they made their way to Pier 3. Some ways into their journey, Ten Cents decided to speak up, “I’m sorry for waking you up the way I did, Sunshine, but... do you remember what happened last night?”

Sunshine paused for a moment then asked “You mean with the Other Captain, the Other Top Hat, and the Other O.J, even the food he gave us?"

“Yeah all of that.” Ten Cents replied.

“How do you know all of that? I thought it was just a dream I had,” Sunshine asked perplexed.

“I was there with you and you were there with me. It was weird, the whole thing had to have been some dream of sorts right?” Ten Cents ventured.

“I suppose, but how do you know we’re not having a dream right now?” Sunshine asked.

“Only one way to find out,” Started Ten Cents before grabbing Sunshine’s left arm.

“Oi! not too hard, you’ll pull my whole arm off!” Sunshine yelped.

“It’s not there anymore…” Ten Cents remarked as he stared at Sunshine’s healed hand.

Sunshine retracted his arm back and slapped Ten Cents across his face with his other.

“Ow geez!” Ten Cents recoiled, “What was that for?”

“I just had to be sure you felt pain as well, just to be sure that we both aren’t dreaming.” Sunshine explained before looking back at his hand.

Ten Cents thought for a moment, “Maybe some rope burns can go away quickly,” he suggested.

“But how would that explain how we had the same dream last night?” Sunshine raised an eyebrow.

Their pondering was cut short when they heard someone running up to them, it was Tillie.

“Hello Ten Cents, Hey Sunshine! I see you two out pretty early this morning. Did Captain Starr already give out the announcement for the day?” Tillie asked.

“Yeah he did, but don’t worry you didn’t miss anything. We’re still scraping barnacles today.” Ten Cents reassures Tillie

“Oh right… Well I guess it’s lucky I have my own scrapper and gloves just in case, my sister got them for me after I told her about yesterday’s accident.” Tillie recounted

“How did she take the news?” Sunshine asked

“Well… she took it in stride, a bit better than I imagined but she understood the situation. Anyways we better get going to the Pier.” Tillie said, trying to liven up the mood.

“Yeah you’re right, we can’t keep Scuttlebutt Pete waiting for us any longer.” Ten Cents sighed.

Ten Cents led the way to Pier 3, Tillie walked in the middle humming a tune, and Sunshine followed behind looking at his now healed hand again thinking that maybe The Other Port was real, all while a black cat was following them from afar. The three found Scuttlebutt Pete waiting for them at the entrance of Pier 3.

“You three made it here in good time.” Greeted Scuttlebutt Pete.

“Thanks Scuttlebutt, we’re all here and eager to work.” Tillie exclaimed.

“Good, well here you go,” Scuttlebutt Pete started handing the scrapers, gloves, and buckets to the three, but Tillie declined her pair.

“I brought my own scraper and gloves, Scuttlebutt.” Tillie explained.

Scuttlebutt Pete was a little taken aback but smiled, “Didn’t think any of you would be eager to get to work on your punishment. At least that makes one of you.”

“Why’s that?” Tillie puzzled.

“You’ll find out why, but before we start, what end of the pier do you three want to start from?” Scuttlebutt queried

“The ne-” Ten Cents began

“The far end of the Pier!” Tillie cutted in

“The far end it shall be then,” Scuttlebutt Pete smiled.

Ten Cents and Sunshine winged at this. As they followed Scuttlebutt Pete to the far end of the Pier the boardwalk creaked and groaned as they walked along it. Tillie also noticed that the pilings were rotting and covered in colonies of barnacles. When they arrived at the far end of Pier 3, they found a strange contraption waiting for them.

“This is what you three will be standing in as you scrape the barnacles off the pilings. It’s a ‘floating platform’, once you finish scraping off the pilings I’ll come back and lift you three back up onto the boardwalk and move it to another spot.”

“Say uh Scuttlebutt, wouldn’t this be a lot easier if we were standing in a boat?” Sunshine queried.

Scuttlebutt Pete interjected, “A boat isn’t stable as the platform, if you stepped too close to the side, it would tip over and you three would end up in the ocean. Trust me, this is a safer alternative”

Sunshine still felt unsure about this. Ten Cents went in first before he helped Tillie and Sunshine get onto the platform and slowly, with the help of the pulleys holding platform, lowered the three down to one of the pilings and they got to work at once.

—

Meanwhile, Top Hat was refueling his railway tug at the coal yard when he heard a familiar whistle, it was one of the harbor tugs from Zero Marine hauling behind it a couple Star Line fuel barges, on board was Zorran. Top Hat ran over to his tug’s wheelhouse and radioed over to the passing tug,

“The refinery is in the other direction Zorran, why are you coming this way? If you’re here to gloat, I don’t want to hear it.” Top Hat huffed.

What Top Hat received as a reply however he couldn’t believe came from Zorran,

“I just wanted to come by and say that I’m sorry for what happened to OJ,” Zorran lamented, “the recklessness of your younger crewmates is unforgivable.”

Top Hat didn’t know what to say,

“What are you trying to accomplish here, Zorran? I don’t understand” Top Hat puzzled.

“I’m not trying to accomplish anything but the work your captain assigned to me. I’ve always had a deep respect for OJ. This may not mean a lot coming from me, with us working for rival companies, but I hope he recovers” Zorran consoled.

Zorran tipped his fedora to Top Hat who watched as the Zero Marine harbor tug turned around and headed across the bay to the refinery. Top Hat then walked to the stern of his tug and stared at the docked paddle steamer at the Star Pier, his eyes welling up with tears.

—

By mid-afternoon, Ten Cents, Tillie and Sunshine felt tired. Scraping off the barnacles was hard work especially to Ten Cents and Sunshine, their leather gloves were worn and the scrapers were rusty. True to his word, Scuttlebutt Pete finally decided it was time to give the three a break.

“Well lads, you’ve earned your hour long break, make use of your free time wisely because you all got a lot of scraping to get back to,” advised Scuttlebutt Pete.

“Finally, I was getting tired of scraping for this long,” exclaimed Sunshine wearily.

“Yeah, at least for now we can catch our breaths, my arms are killing me” Ten Cents sighed as he put his scrapper in his pocket.

“Well what can we do during our free time?” Tillie asked.

All three thought about it for a moment as Scuttlebutt Pete pulled the suspended platform up carefully to the pier’s surface. Once they got off the platform, Ten Cents had decided, “well we can just hang out here for the whole break and maybe have something to drink.”

“Say, Scuttlebutt Pete, are there any refreshments nearby?” Tillie queried.

“Fraid not. Sorry lads, I can go and bring some, especially to cool off from the heat of the day,” Scuttlebutt Pete apologized.

“Oh thank you Scuttlebutt Pete.” Sunshine sighed in relief

“But you three have to stay put here and try not to get into any trouble while I'm out, do you all understand?” Scuttlebutt Pete remarked.

“Yes Scuttlebutt Pete.” all three affirmed in unison.

“Good, I’ll be back as soon as possible,” and with that, Scuttlebutt left the three young harbor employees at the pier with each other’s company.

“I guess while we wait… what’s been going on with you two?” Tillie inquired.

“Well…” Ten Cents began,

“Last night something weird happened to both of us.”

Tillie perked up at the sound of this.

“Oh? What is it? Was it something interesting?” Tillie quizzed.

“Do you remember that small door we found in the employee lounge?” Ten Cents hesitated,

“Uh… yes? There was just a wall of bricks behind it, what about it?” puzzled Tillie.

“Well last night, me and Sunshine chased a mouse to the employee lounge where the small door is and-” Ten Cents was suddenly interrupted by a sudden yet faint sound coming towards them.

“Meow,” it was a cat; its fur was colored black and it looked tatty and frail, rather strangely it was missing an eye. Tillie and Sunshine turned their attention towards it.

“Oh look, a little cat!” Tillie said adoringly at the black cat.

Sunshine took one look at the cat and instantly recognized it from yesterday. “Hey I remember you,”

The cat walked slowly up to Sunshine. Sunshine was nervous until the cat started to rub itself against Sunshine’s leg affectionately, purring all the while.

“Aww it likes you, Sunshine!” Tillie exclaimed, getting closer to pet the cat.

Sunshine was hesitant about being near the black cat since it was the main catalyst of yesterday’s incident, but despite the look of the tattered one eyed cat he couldn’t resist its seemingly friendly nature as he got down to being eye to eye with the cat.

“Huh, you don’t seem bad, are you lost?” Sunshine asked the cat as he pet it.

“He must be a stray considering how thin it looks.” Tillie sighed at the feline.

“Yeah… Poor thing.” Sunshine added.

Ten Cents however wasn’t thrilled to see the black cat. He marched over to the cat

“Oi! Get lost!” Ten Cents hollored.

The black cat, frightened by Ten Cents’ sudden approach, scampered away to the entrance of the boardwalk. Sunshine and Tillie were surprised and a little offended.

“Why’d you go and scare it off, Ten Cents?” Sunshine puzzled,

“Have you forgotten it is the exact reason why we’ve gotten into this mess?” Ten Cents chastised,

“No, I haven't forgotten Ten Cents, but I don't think it warranted you scaring it off.” faltered Sunshine,

“It’s only a harmless animal, Ten Cents,” Tillie soothed, “It probably didn’t mean to cause what it did,”

Ten Cents took a deep breath, he knew Tillie was right. His thoughts were then suddenly interrupted by the sound of two pairs of boots making their way over to them.

“Well well well, looks like you three are in a spot of bother,”

It was Zip and Zug.

“Don’t you two have anything else better to do? We’re trying to enjoy our break” Sunshine hissed,

“Hey calm down Sunshine we’re only here cuz we heard what happened, and we thought we’d check up on our fellow deckhands,” Zip insisted.

“Yes,” added Zug, “after all if we had put OJ in a hospital room, we’d feel very upset ourselves”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ten Cents scowled.

“Oh nothing, it's just if we had hindered the old man we’d feel very remorseful.”

“Are you saying I don’t feel remorseful?”

“Well by the look on your face I’d say not,”

This infuriated Ten Cents, clutching his scraper in his pocket, his thoughts swirling through his head. How dare Zug accuse him of being remorseless about O.J.’s injuries.

Tillie soon saw this in Ten Cents' face, she could see how this was getting under his skin, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Ten Cents… please calm down. He’s just trying to get to you…” Tillie soothed.

“Tillie’s right Ten Cents, he’s just trying to mess with ya.” Sunshine added.

Zip and Zug turned to leave

“How pathetic,” Zug smirked, “Ten Cents can’t even stand up for himself, those smaller than him always get in his way,”

“What a disgrace to The Star Fleet” snickered Zip.

It was then Ten Cents snapped, he broke free from Tillie and Sunshine, drew his scraper from his pocket and charged at the two zeroes.

“Ten Cents, no!” “Stop!” cried Sunshine and Tillie as they chased him.

Ten Cents tackled Zug suddenly and began slashing Zug’s face with his scraper.

“DISGRACE TO MY COMPANY?! PATHETIC?!” Ten Cents shouted.

Zug squealed in agony as Zip tried pulling Ten Cents off Zug but Ten Cents shoved him off into one of the wooden railings of the pier. Tillie and Sunshine then ran up and yanked Ten Cents off of Zug, his face red with fury and tears welling in his eyes.

“I’M NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT HAPPENED TO OJ!” Ten Cents seethed.

“That’s enough!” boomed another voice, it was Scuttlebutt Pete who was holding a crate of bottles of soda.

Zip pulled Zug back onto his feet, Zug limped to the entrance of the pier,

“You’re in for it now,” he scowled at Ten Cents.

Zip turned to the three stars, “I’m sorry about this,” he apologized before following his colleague.

“Scuttlebutt I can explain, I-”

Scuttlebutt Pete held up his hand in front of Ten Cents,

“Save your explanation, you’re going to have to give it to Captain Starr. However, either way you’re going to be in a heap of trouble with him.” Scuttlebutt Pete said solemnly.

Ten Cents let out a sigh, somehow he knew deep down, Scuttlebutt Pete was right.

(To be Continued)

{End of chapter 5}

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#this is tugs #bigg city port #The Other Port AU #tugs humanized #my au #coraline au #this is humanized #tugs ten cents #tugs sunshine #tillietugswitcher #tugs captain star #tugs top hat #tugs big mac #tugs zorran #tugs zip #tugs zug #note: never use a scraper as a slashing weapon. ;P

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morfinwen · 8 months

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Bad day at work yesterday still influencing today.

It was fine at first, most of the night even, but by the last ... idk, less than two hours, i was unable to keep up. It would've been a mess for the day shift person -- also just one person in that section, which really ought to have two -- so i ended up staying after fifteen minutes to help catch up.

None of that was the problem, though. Being deluged wasn't fun, but it made the time go faster, and i really didn't mind sticking around, especially after the day shift person thanked me (removing my concern that she was mad at/annoyed with me). But of course, sticking around the extra time meant a coordinator talked to me about it.

He seemed upset that i didn't ask for help, and said something about how "we're all one team here". Like, sure dude, those are some nice words i've heard from literally every place i've worked for and then some, but they're just words until someone backs them up with proof. And that's hard to do when the last time i asked you for help, you basically told me just do it, everything's fine. I was almost in tears with frustration, but no, it was fine, i just needed to put in more effort or something.

He said something like "I always help you, don't I?" and i did not answer that, because of the above-mentioned incident, and because usually when i get help, it comes with a bunch of unsolicited advice that carries the implication that if i was doing it right, i wouldn't need help, so this is really my fault and i should be grateful for your willingness to step in.

It didn't help that today i had church. I like going to church (mostly), but with my current schedule, it means staying up later than my body wants, and then sleeping so late there's basically no time to do anything i want before going back to work. Maybe if/when i change my schedule, that'll change, but for now ...

#morfinwen rambles #work #i do not like this coordinator #and the worst part is it takes so much effort to stand up for myself that i never do it #have to have the energy to talk AND to make arguments AND to process the rebuttals AND to evaluate constantly whether i'm in the right #unless i have fifteen sources for every point i feel like i can't prove what i'm saying #just ... ugh #can i just get paid to stay home and play video games #is that too much to ask

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dungeons-are-too-cold · 2 years

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Penelope's Birthday: The (Very Early) Morning

Summary: Summary: Garcia is VERY excited to celebrate her first birthday with her boyfriend Luke Alvez, and he’s struggling to keep up.

Warnings: mentions of food

Author's note: Hey!!! This is the first part of a three part garvez series that i have literally been writing for so long. It started as something i was writing for @ofwilliamandwalter 's birthday writing challenge, but then i started my school semester and life kinda got in the way, but its finally getting on its feet!!! So part one is dedicated to Emmy as the most belated happy birthday ever lol.

Read on AO3 here!

"CELEBRATE ME! TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY!" Penelope practically screamed.

"It's four in the morning."

"Yeah! I was born at four in the morning!" She prodded her sleepy boyfriend, Luke, until he finally stirred and sat up.

“Well then happy birthday, chica,” he whispered into her forehead as he placed a gentle kiss along her hair line. At his attempt to snuggle back into her she just sat there expectantly, like she was waiting for something to happen.

“Do you wanna get up now and have coffee? Or do you want to go back to sleep?”

“Oh, my sweet boy, how can I sleep on a day like this?”

“Fair enough, I’ll put the pot on.” Luke dragged himself out of bed and slipped on the closest pajama pants he could get his hands on. Penelope excitedly wiggled as Luke plodded off to the kitchen. “Why don’t you get in the shower, Pen,” he called back. “I need some time, but I’ll be ready by the time you get out, okay?” She agreed and sped off to the shower. “And take your time!” he called after her.

The second she disappeared behind the bathroom door, Luke sprinted to his car out front. He hadn’t planned for Penelope to wake up this early, so he was slightly behind schedule with his birthday plans and desperate to get it all done before she got out. Personally, he wasn’t much of a birthday guy. Luke never really celebrated his birthday, especially as an adult, but he knew that it was an important day for Penelope, so he was willing to try. This was their first birthday as a couple, and he wanted to make his girl feel special.

When he reached his car, bolting down three flights of stairs to get there, a helium tank, several packages of balloons, and a large canvas banner greeted him in the trunk. Being the macho man that he was, Luke attempted to gather and carry everything all at the same time back to his apartment. He didn’t want to waste any time.

The rest of the morning was spent blowing up sparkly balloons and hanging streamers. In between all the decorating, he was cutting strawberries, flipping pancakes, and gathering all the toppings for breakfast. He even broke a sweat desperately trying to tie the balloons to Penelope’s breakfast chair.

When she finally walked into the living room, wrapped in her robe, Luke was perched delicately on a step ladder tacking up the banner. Everything was slightly a mess. Some stray balloons had floated up to the ceiling, and a roll of streamers had rolled all the way across the room, unraveling as it went, but a large spread of pancakes with strawberries, whipped cream, and chocolate syrup was laid out perfectly on the table.

“There was supposed to be more, but I didn’t expect you up this early.” He nearly took a spill off the stool when he turned to look at her entering the space. Quickly he finished hanging the sign and stepped down to place a gentle kiss on his girlfriend’s forehead.

“So, what do you think?” he said, gesturing to the decorations he had haphazardly thrown up in the last half hour. The sign was crooked on the wall, and the letters were messy where the paint hadn’t quite dried before he shoved it in his car yesterday, but he beamed up at his work, hoping she would love it. Penelope’s eyes were trained on the breakfast table, though.

“I think I need you to feed me one of those strawberries dipped in that chocolate syrup.” Luke felt slightly defeated. Despite the appearance, he had worked really hard on the sign and balloons. Her sweet tooth always won out against anything else.

“Well then, sit down in your special birthday chair and I’ll get to it.” He pulled out the chair with the balloons, accidentally dislodging a few of them. “The stupid ribbon won’t stay tied,” he said dejectedly. At the last minute he had decided to staple them to the back of the chair, but it was less than successful. She didn’t seem to mind though. She quickly took her seat and squealed with excitement.

“I can’t believe I get my own special birthday chair! I love it, Lukey,” she said just before he swiped a strawberry in chocolate and placed it on her lips. A grateful moan escaped as she took a bite. “This is perfect. I can’t wait to see what else you have planned.”

To be honest, it wasn’t much. Luke had wanted to plan a surprise party for Penelope at her favorite bar, considering how much she loved her birthday. However, when he talked to Emily for help, she informed him that Penelope had already asked about planning her own surprise party. Of course Penelope was planning her own party; that was so her. There was no way she would leave something as important as her birthday party up to chance. Still, Luke was doing his best to help, but the main task he was given by Emily was to keep Penny away from the office and from the bar.

It shouldn’t have been as difficult a task as it was turning out to be. Hoping she would be asleep for much longer than she was, all he had planned was late breakfast and dinner, in-between which he wanted to take her to see the butterfly pavilion at the Smithsonian and spend some time in the pollinator garden. She loved all the flowers this time of year, and despite living in DC for years, she had never been to the Smithsonian. However, when he was thinking about a late breakfast, he was thinking closer to noon. It was very much not noon.

As the two of them finished up breakfast around 6am, he shooed Penelope off so he could clean up. Again, the second she was gone, Luke went into a panic. Needing some help, he called the only person he knew would be up.

“Matt!” he whispered into the phone

“Who is this?” Matt responded groggily. Clearly, he had not been awake before the phone call.

“Matt, it’s Luke.”

“Why are you calling me? It’s 6am dude.”

“I figured you were already up. Don’t your kids have soccer Saturday mornings?”

“They don’t this weekend, their coach got sick. I was happily asleep until you called. What’s so urgent?”

“Penelope is up. Like not just awake but like up-up. She wants to know what I have planned, and honestly? I don’t have enough plans to fill a whole day!” Luke was pacing around the kitchen, phone sandwiched in between his ear and his shoulder as he frantically cleaned up the mess. He could hear Matt shift and Kristy wake up in the background.

“Who are you talking to?”

“It’s Luke, Penelope is already up.”

“Shit that’s bad” Luke heard Kristy shift in the blankets as well.

Both of them were in on the surprise party later. Matt had even helped Luke make his plans for the day considering how many birthdays he had spent with his wife at that point. Hearing two seasoned birthday pros say that this was bad definitely put Luke on edge. What was he going to do?

“Babe, close your ears because I’m about to give Luke my all-time best kept significant other secret and I want to make sure it will still work on you later.” Matt said.

“Totally not ruining the magic, Matt. I’m going to put on coffee” she said. Luke could hear her close the door through the phone and Matt resumed his birthday coaching.

“Okay. This has consistently worked on Kristy, so I think Penelope won’t be the wiser. Basically, all you have to do is have Penelope guess what your plans are, and as soon as she says something she seems excited enough about that’s doable, you just tell her yes! She’ll be excited that she guessed it, and you already know it’s something she was thinking about, and you didn’t even have to plan anything yourself. You can adjust everything as needed but I’m telling you, it works every time.”

“You are a lifesaver! Penelope is coming back out, gotta go but thank you again!”

Luke practically slammed his phone down on the table as he started the dishes. It seemed simple enough. He could do the gardens and butterfly pavilion first before lunch, and then see where the day takes them. Shit, now he had to think about lunch too. He didn’t even know how to dress anymore, suddenly realizing he was still in his pajamas. What do you wear to whatever Penelope had in mind? It was going to be a long day.

Penelope emerged from the bathroom and snaked her arms around Luke’s waist as he dried the pans. Her hair was up, and her makeup done, but she was still in just her underwear and robe. Her hands grazed up and down his skin as she laid her head on his back.

“You doing okay back there?” he joked.

“Yeah, just happy to wake up with you. And on my birthday no less.”

As much as he loved when Penelope was this sweet, he knew it was because she had high expectations for what was to come, and he was terrified of disappointing her.

AHHHHH Okay I am so happy to get this out finally. Please let me know what you think so far!!!!! make your guesses about what you think is gonna happen too!!!!! I'd love to heare your thoughts.

Thank you to @snailsandpuppy-dogtails and @darcyfangirlsfrequently for reading for me before I posted!!!

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!!!

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whats-k-popping · 2 years

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helloo if you don't mind I'd like to request for a namjoon sickfic, one where hes mentally & physically drained but forces himself to keep working to a point of passing out unconscious from exhaustion, with no. 32 from are you okay prompt if thats not too much to ask hehe😅. since I'm obsessed with your recent work "doctor's order" I'd be thrilled if you can make it a namgikook one! but if you'd prefer any other pairing it'll be great too! thank you so much for your works I love them they're so good!! & thanks in advance for this one I hope u have nice day😁🥰

Hello love! Hope you're having a wonderful day! Thanks so much for this request! I love to hear that you enjoyed my "doctors orders" mini series. I really enjoyed writing it. You're so so sweet!! I'm delighted to fill your request with best caretakers Yoonkook and one way too overworked Namjoon. I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Namgikook - platonic intentions but read as you want.

Prompt: "No. I-I don't-" *faints*

Words: 2411

Warnings: Exhaustion || Fainting

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Namjoon's email inbox finally reads 0. When he opened the browser, there had been 362 unread emails. But after hours of sifting through, he managed to go through each of them. He sorted them into folders, added things to his schedule, and replied to chains that required his input. It's been exhausting. But it’s the last thing on his to-do list before he allows himself to go back to the dorms.

He glances at the time on the bottom screen of his computer. 6:51 AM. He remembers looking at the same time yesterday. Has he slept since then? He doesn’t think so. And he’d pulled another almost all nighter last night to practice choreography. Thinking about it now, he’s probably been awake for over 30 hours. Thankfully, his schedule doesn’t start until noon. So as soon as he gets to the dorm, he can get a couple hours of sleep. Nowhere near enough. But better than none at all.

He hurriedly packs up his things and locks up his studio. He’s eager to get back to the dorm. Thankfully, he’s got his bike with him. And it’s a beautiful morning. So he doesn’t bother to wait for a driver. He enjoys the ride back to the dorm. It adds to his exhaustion, but he reminds himself that he’ll sleep better that way.

The other members are already up and roaming around the dorm when he gets there. Apparently, the vocal line has an early recording session. Yoongi has a solo schedule. And Hoseok’s just a morning person. As soon as Namjoon steps inside, three members flock to him.

“Namjoon-ah, can you-”

“Rapmon-hyung, I need-”

“Namjoonie-hyung, did you-”

They all speak at once. He can’t focus on any one singular request. Overwhelmed, he steps through them. “I can’t focus when you guys all talk to me at the same time. What do you guys need?” His head spins from the chaos. But he can’t just leave his members helpless.

Seokjin speaks first. “I just need you to clean up the kitchen. I cooked breakfast, there’s left overs for you. But we need to get ready to go.”

Namjoon casually eyes the kitchen. It’s a mess. But he agrees to clean it. He then turns his attention to Jungkook, “Hyung, there’s an error in my schedule. I’m scheduled for a recording session at the time of the new concept photoshoot. Which one should I go to?”

Namjoon looks at Jungkook’s schedule on his phone. The screen is pulsing in and out of his vision. He’s starting to get a headache. But when he squints, it’s easier to read. There is a pretty significant overlap in his activities. He doesn’t know who exactly made the error, but it’s his job to resolve it. “I’ll call a manager and get it figured out. That’s at 3, right? I’ll let you know where to be before then.”

“Thanks hyung,” He smiles and takes his phone back. He’s off with Seokjin to get ready. It’s just Jimin left before him. “What can I help you with, Jimin-ah.”

Jimin is sweet, kind. He doesn’t have a malicious bone in his body. A little sassy at times, but even that’s kind of adorable. Yet, when Jimin speaks, a chill runs down Namjoon’s spine. “Hyung, did you finish recording your feature for my song?”

Namjoon was supposed to record that a week ago. But it keeps slipping his mind. Not because he doesn’t care about Jimin’s song. He really does. It’s a great song and he’s honored that Jimin asked him to feature. But he’s just got so many things in his own schedule to think about, Jimin’s solo debut is the furthest thing from his mind. Still, he’s disappointed in himself for not getting it done. “Shit, Jimin-ah. I’m so sorry. I forgot again. I’ll get it done today, I swear. Before I start my schedule.”

Jimin’s heard that before. But he’s as forgiving as he is flexible. To a certain extent. “It’s okay hyung. I’ll give you one more extension. But if you don’t get it done, I’ll ask Hobi-hyung to feature.” The threat is delivered with such a simple smile. Namjoon feels like he’s entered a mafia film. There’s another chill as Jimin walks away. He fears what might happen if he doesn’t record the track, apart from losing his feature.

Yoongi is sitting on the couch, pretending he hadn’t paid attention to that whole ordeal. He eyes Namjoon carefully. Noting how tired he looks. His eye bags are bad. They’re deep purple and puffy, like he hasn’t slept in a while. His skin is pale, like he hasn’t had a decent meal in a while. And he’s swaying where he stands, like his muscles have already given up on him. “Namjoon-ah,” He calls to get the leader’s attention.

Namjoon’s shoulders scrunch in fear when he hears his name. He’s terrified that Yoongi’s going to have another request for him. He doesn’t think he can manage any more. The newly assigned tasks have already taken those few hours he had planned to sleep from him. Still, he can’t say no to his hyung. “Yes, hyung.”

“Do you want me to clean the kitchen?” Yoongi offers. He’s still got a half hour before his ride arrives.

Namjoon hesitates. His immediate gut instinct is to say yes. But he knows Yoongi. He probably helped Seokjin cook. So it wouldn’t be fair for him to cook the meal and clean up. So he swallows his reaction and shakes his head. “No, I’ll get to it.”

Yoongi pouts. If Namjoon’s not going to accept his generous offer to help, then he’ll just get to the root of the issue. “You look awful, Joon. You should rest.”

“I’ll take a little nap later. I’ve got too much to do now.” Namjoon replies, mostly to convince himself. There’s an obvious disappointment in his voice.

“Alright, if you’re not going to rest, you’re at least going to eat.” He stands off the sofa and drags Namjoon to the kitchen. Namjoon sits at the kitchen island while Yoongi warms up his breakfast. He doesn’t leave until Namjoon’s finished the whole dish.

While he’s in the kitchen, Namjoon decides to start cleaning. Yoongi subtly helps out, putting away stray ingredients and wiping down the surfaces. Namjoon’s just left with the dishes, which he can let air dry. But dishes for seven is still a daunting task.

He finishes the dishes after the rest of the members have already left. He decides to take a shower, hoping some cool water will help him stay awake. After that, he calls the manager to work out the issue with Jungkook’s schedule. Then, it’s back to the studio to record the track for Jimin. He’s not sure how many takes he will need, but he’s motivated to get it right the first time. That way, he can steal a nap on the sofa in his studio before dance rehearsal.

It takes longer than he hoped. He can’t get the lines right, he keeps stuttering and stumbling over the words. The one time he had been able to get it right, he forgot to hit record. But after somewhere around three dozen runs, he manages to get the lyrics, timing and rhythm right. He quickly sends the track to Jimin and looks at the clock. 11:02. He’s determined to use those left over minutes to get some sleep. He sets a timer for 11:50 and lunges himself onto his couch.

But sleep does not come easy. He tosses and turns for a while, his mind is flooded with thoughts that convince him he’s forgetting something. He knows he isn’t. But he still can’t shake the feeling. And when he does finally doze off, his alarm startles him away 10 minutes later. 10 pathetic minutes have to push him through the rest of the day.

He gets up and goes to meet the members at the dance studio. He’s the last one there, everyone else already starting warm up stretches. He quickly joins them. His stretches are lazy. He’s unsteady on two feet, so balancing on one to stretch his legs just doesn’t happen. He can feel it’s going to be a dreadfully long rehearsal.

Yoongi’s been eyeing Namjoon since he entered the studio. He looks about a thousand times worse than he did that morning. He knows if Namjoon participates in this rehearsal, it’s going to end badly. But he also knows Namjoon’s not going to listen to him. Yoongi giving a speech about rest might as well be the dictionary definition of hypocritical. So he decides to recruit a support, someone Namjoon can never say no to.

Jungkook’s engrossed in stretching, going above and beyond as usual. Yoongi nudges Jungkook and gestures for him to go toward the cubbies. Jungkook, ever obedient, hops right up and follows Yoongi. “What’s up, hyung?”

Yoongi gestures for Jungkook to keep his voice down, sending obvious side glances at Namjoon. “Joon’s not going to make it through this rehearsal. He’s way too tired. He needs to go home.” The rapper whispers.

Jungkook looks at Namjoon with concentrated eyes. Thankfully, Namjoon’s too disoriented to feel his stare. The maknae nods with wide eyes as he sees Namjoon sway and hold his head. Yoongi’s right; he looks rough. “He looks like he’s about to pass out any minute. Hyung, there’s no way he can dance like that.”

“I know, Kook,” Yoongi reaffirms, “That’s why I’m asking you to make him go home.”

Jungkook’s eyes grow impossibly wide, “Me?” he points to his own chest.

“Yes you. Use those special maknae powers you’ve used to enchant us for all these years.” Yoongi shoves the youngest back toward the center of the studio.

Jungkook turns and looks back at Yoongi, “There’s no powers, hyung. You all just like me.” He bares a wide toothy smile and Yoongi rolls his eyes. He’s still convinced it’s magic or something.

Jungkook approaches Namjoon carefully, like he would a wild deer; he doesn’t want to spook him. “Hyung,” Jungkook starts.

Namjoon looks at him, “Yes, Jungkook?” The leader leans against the mirror. It’s hard for him to keep his eyes open.

“You should rest. You’ve been doing too much.” It’s easy for Jungkook to put on a sulky pout and bat his wide doe eyes at Namjoon, “I’m scared you might hurt yourself.”

Namjoon just nods. He hadn't heard a single word Jungkook said. His head is pulsing behind his eyes. But whatever it was, he assumes a nod and a smile can handle it. He even manages to put a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, just to show a touch of physical acknowledgement.

“Hyung, are you going to rest?” Jungkook asks.

Before Namjoon can react, or not react, again, their choreographer bursts into the room and immediately queues the setlist. “Let’s just jump right into it! Everyone get into positions.” He calls.

Namjoon sees the blurry figures of the members get into formation. He quickly joins them, standing as close as possible to where he’s supposed to be. Yoongi and Jungkook share a knowing look. Jungkook shrugs his shoulders with a heavy sigh. Yoongi knows it won’t end well.

And Yoongi’s partially wrong. Because what never actually starts cannot end. Namjoon misses his initial cue in the opening sequence completely. He recognizes that the music has stopped, the blurry figures are closer to him now. There’s a hand on his shoulder, “Namjoon-ah, are you okay?” Hoseok asks.

Namjoon shudders. He hears a piece of the question. “No. I-I don’t-” it all he’s able to stutter out before his knees buckle and he falls into Jungkook’s waiting arms. The maknae scoops him into his arms with ease.

While the rest of the members and the choreographer exchange garbled looks, Yoongi barks orders. “Jungkook, carry Namjoon to his studio. I’ll meet you there in a few.” Jungkook’s already gone, “Jimin-ah, can you find water for when he wakes up. Hobi, can you talk to a manager about clearing his schedule? It may affect our schedules as well, but Namjoon’s in no condition to work today. Taehyung, get a medic to meet me in Namjoon’s studio. I think he just passed out from exhaustion, but he should be checked out just because he’s unconscious. Jin-hyung, see if you can arrange a ride back to the dorms. He can rest in his studio for now, but he’d rest better in his own bed.” No one questions their role. They all leave to complete their assigned task dutifully.

Yoongi then addresses the befuddled choreographer, “Choreographer-nim. I’m sorry we wasted your time,” He bows deeply, “We will work 10 times as hard in our next practice. I will make sure of it.” He promises as he chases down the hall to catch up with Jungkook. He doesn’t wait for a lecture. PDnim can give him one later. And he’ll gladly accept it. But he doesn’t have any regrets about how he handled the situation.

Yoongi inputs the passcode to Namjoon’s studio and kicks the door open. Jungkook carries Namjoon inside and gently sets him down on the couch. Namjoon stirs at the movement. He squints his eyes open a bit, “What happened?” He asks, last he knew he was in the dance studio.

“You passed out,” Yoongi supplies, “I told you that you needed to rest.” he scolds.

“I told you, too,” Jungkook adds, although less harsh than Yoongi’s tone.

“I’m tired,” Namjoon replies, not at all shocked by the fact he passed out.

“Then go to sleep, Joon.” Yoongi pulls a blanket over Namjoon’s large frame. The spare blanket in his studio hardly fits him since he bulked up.

“Yoongi and I will take good care of you,” Jungkook smiles wide watching Namjoon fall asleep much more peacefully this time.

Namjoon’s able to sleep through the medical exam. He’s asleep when their driver arrives. He stays asleep the whole ride home and even as Jungkook carries him into the dorm. He doesn’t even stir when Jungkook accidentally drops him on his bed a little too soon.

He sleeps until late at night. When he wakes, Yoongi and Jungkook are sleeping back to back, their heads tilted against one another. Their necks will surely hurt in the morning. He looks at the moon through the poorly closed curtains and decides to sleep again. He’ll remember to praise Yoongi and Jungkook when the sun comes up.

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A/N: As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!

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ramen8baka · 1 year

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Eren Yeager x reader :D

summary: eren meets a interesting girl while working at his uncle’s corner store over winter break

tw/notes: no tw; modern day au, you guys are in 11th grade

Eren pov

I look around at all the candy bars in the counter. damn, the dude really has a lot of candy. I was at my uncle’s corner store and it was winter break for me. My parents said it’d be good for me to get out of the house for once so they sent me here. I guess i’ve made some cool friends though. I don’t mind working here except the fact that on the weekends I take the late shift. So here I was at 1 o’clock am. Just as I was about to close since we hadn’t had customers in the past hour, the bell chimed. in walked a girl who seemed to be a regular customer considering she walked immediately to the fridges in the back and looked like she knew where everything was. I couldn’t see her face yet until she came to the front counter to check out. and man, she was pretty. really pretty.

“hello!” She chimed cheerfully

“hey, is this all?” I gesture to the star berry slushie and bag of takis. “yup. But hey, I haven’t seen you around here before. You just got hired or sum?” She tilts her head

“Well I guess you could say that,” I laugh “this is my uncles shop. I’m sure you know him though. But my parents sent me here for over winter break. my name’s eren by the way” I explain as i scan her stuff. “oh cool. I’m y/n! Anyways I should get going. See ya tomorrow” she does the three finger wave thing and heads off. “Yeah… cool” i say as I smile to myself, knowing she already left. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

It was the next night, or should I say morning. I was waiting for y/n to come in again. I figured she might get the same thing again considering she’s a regular customer. I hear the bell chime and look up to see the same pretty face that I saw last night. “hey eren,” she says as she walks by the desk.

“damn, why do you come in here so late?” I ask

“my sleep schedule is messed up already” she laughs. She goes the fridges in the back and returns about five minutes later with another slushie and you guessed it- a bag of Takis. “how was your day?” I try to make conversation.

“eh, could’ve been better” she shrugs.

“mine too. It’s goin good now that you’re here though” I smirk. y/n just rolls her eyes.

“Come on, dude! I just met you yesterday and you’re already flirting”

“isn’t that how it works?” I hand her her things.

“I guess, I usually don’t move that fast though. I barely know you and you barely know me” she says.

“alright, then how bout we exchange numbers and we could get to know each other better” i smile

“tch, fine” she gives a small pout. Cute, I think to myself. “give me your phone then” I freeze. Holy crap, did I actually just get this chick’s number? We exchange phone numbers to hopefully start ‘talking’ more. And that was that. She left and I sat there dizzy with singing birds on my shoulder. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• It was 2 weeks later and me and y/n had become surprisingly close. We hadn’t really hung out outside of my uncle’s shop. But when she came in tonight I already knew what she wanted. A medium watermelon slushie and takis. I had it all ready on the counter for her and as she passed the counter she spun back around with a confused expression. “what?” Is all she said.

“what?” “did you get all my stuff for me already?” She asks, shocked.

“well yeah you get t he same shit every night. Or should I say morning.” I smirk. She pays and we just chill for awhile and talk about random stuff. I keep zoning out on her features until I hear her telling my name. “eren!! I’m gonna go now, alright? But you should text me later so we could hang out” She yells

“oh, my fault i zoned out for a sec”

“clearly” she giggles. She waved as she exits the store. Oh man, I really like her

y/n pov: ding

my phone goes off, waking me up. I really gotta fix my sleep schedule, I think. It was a text from eren.

Eren🙀🙀

y/n!!

wake up bro 😂

why r u up so early

it’s literally 12:30 pm⁉️ good job telling time??

Omfg 🙄

anyways

anyways what

wanna hang out?

like we were saying the other night

oh sure! I’m free any time 🤷‍♀️

aight cool

I’ll send u the addy rq

You hearted eren😍🫣’s message

I pulled up to a well kept looking house with beautiful plants and bushes in the front. damn, who’s keeping his landscape this nice? I rang the doorbell and a familiar tall, brunette boy stared at me. “you’re finally here!” He chuckled

“oh c’mon I didn’t take that long” I roll my eyes.

“well at least you’re here. I guess you need awhile to get all pretty anyways” I blush. “Are you calling me pretty?” I ask

“oh, sorry have I never told you that before?” He smirks. he leads me inside and upstairs to his room.

“wow it’s nice in here. Your room is cool” I look around at all this posters, led lights, furniture, etc.

“thanks. What do you wanna do?” He asks. “I dunno maybe watch a show or YouTube or sum?” I suggest as I lay on his bed. Eren laughs again. “Getting comfy already?”

“yup!”

“This movie is so boring” I yawn

“yeah..” eren days quietly. I look over at him.

eren pov:

“why are you looking at me like that?” She says. ‘because you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen before. You’re so funny and have a great sense of style. Even if I only met you a couple weeks ago, I know that I want to be with you.’ But I didn’t say that. Not exactly. I pulled her closer to me by her waist and kissed her, telling her all that with one motion. When I pull away she looks up at me

“eren..”

“sorry! I didn’t know what to say so.. I really like you. You make me laugh all the time and you’re just so gorgeous. I love everything you do” I confess

“I-Eren you’re crazy” she kisses me again

hey everyone 😃 how are y’all

This idea randomly popped into my head so I hipe y’all enjoyed it and it wasn’t too cringey 😵‍💫

#Eren Yeager x reader #eren Yeager #anime #x reader #y/n #imagines #fluff

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feelbokkie · 11 months

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Okay, I finally came upon some free time today! Love the new theme and pfp! You post so much too! I legit had to go back and fix this message before sending it since you posted LR14 while I was typing this lmao.

I'm glad Changbin and Hyunjin officially ended the bet in and are just genuinely spending time with Y/n (but I still believe they're way too late with that...like, it's still gonna blow up in their faces I'm afraid) and that Cerberus is getting signed! The second bet boys need to stop though!!! 😩 Seungmin is the main menace in there but I'm so disappointed with Minho being cool continuing the second bet even AFTER he saw Y/n struggling emotionally??? (Also Jisung has to get himself together, he seems to be struggling himself from his tweets lmao)

Also, how is LR going to end in a WEEK!?! I'm so excited/anxious about how it's all gonna go down 😣 Still holding out for Felix physically fighting people 😤

"Please Don't Care About Me It's Okay" was also so good! I also really hate crying in front of other people. It's why I think I'm so awkward comforting people who are crying since I assume they also don't want to be seen crying, but I also can't leave someone alone if they're crying unless they ask me to (but they always ask me to stay 😭)

-👻✌️

P.S.

Your SKZ shelf looks great! You'll eventually need a second shelf though since they release so much music! I'm jealous since I'm a relatively baby Stay so I'm working backwards to get the older albums 😔

I'm trying to rest more (I'm actually using my comp hours to leave work early today 👍) but I'm in one of the worst states for air quality because of the wildfires rn so my asthma is acting up 🫠 I'm hoping it doesn't look like the apocalypse again this afternoon like yesterday. The sky was so hazy and orange and everything smelled like smoke, but the superintendent refused to cancel school 🙃

I tried to answer this during my break but I was taking too long, but I’m home now!

Thank you! I feel like a change and here we are! And yeah, i’ve been posting like crazy but I think it’s mostly rambles and LR. I inly uploaded early so I could read comments while on break at work lol. I also gave up writing for 3 years before starting Feelbokkie so I think the reason why I’m posting so much is because I repressed my creativity for so long and unfortunately it everyone else’s problem now😅

Seungmin is an absolute menace with the bet I think he just wants to watch the world burn. And as far as I know, I say as if I didn’t write the damn thing, Min doesn’t know that the reason why Y/n shut down is because of the bet. Felix doesn’t even know that because he’s choosing to trust Hyun and Bin when they said there’s no bet going on. Hyunjin vaguely knows it’s because of the bet. He knows that she spiraled because she felt bad for sleeping with both him and Bin but he never put 2 and 2 together. As far as Min knows, she was just sad. But if he realized that it was because of how Hyun and Bin were messing with her, he would have shut that shit down immediately. As for Ji, idk what his problem is. He’s just taking over as leader for baboracha I guess.

And yeah, last night I did the math and if I post a chapter a day it should end by Wednesday. I’m going go try to finish it up today and schedule the posts but we’ll see. Just try to mentally prepare for the last 6 chapters.

I hate crying period, let alone in front of other people. It’s so bad that when my oldest brother died this past December I don’t think I cried. I was like Y/nnine in chapter 12 basically, just worse off, until something totally unrelated happened the week before I posted my first post on here and lost it. I cried in front of my mom and nieces and nephews. It wasn’t pretty. I’m so bad at comforting ppl too (which is shy I don’t write as much fluff I think)

Thank you! I have 5 more albums coming next week and then I should have at least one of every album, including the Japanese ones so I should be good until next comeback. But I have all the Korean albums rn. I’m a baby stay too! (although am I even that anymore with the amount of content I’ve made?) i’m just really bad with saving money 😅

You deserve to leave work early! Take a break! And I get the air quality thing. It’s (almost?) wildfire season here so Imm going to have to start wearing a double mask out to avoid getting an asthma attack. (i say almost with a question mark bc I saw a smokey the bear billboard today on my way to work but I’m not entirely sure). They never cancel schools when there’s a fire over here unless the campus is on fire. Last year the mountain right next to campus was on fire and we still had class. And my school is in mountains. Literally one gust of wind and it would have been over. 😩

#feelbokkie answers #👻✌️ anon #LR press tour

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capriciouscaprine · 10 days

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yesterday was a verrry long day

only just updated yesterday's post, oof

the meatloaf numbers came out really good! since it's with goat meat and had canned lima beans for bulk and texture and to use them up (lmao), the whole square pan came out to about 1,100, so only 275 for a HUGE quarter serving

definitely learning a LOT about c's per gram for 'normal' foods; now I just wish I weren't constantly tired and broke and could use that info to make tasty things; calendar says I'll at least have more time soon

won an award at my university! completely missed the ceremony, but I don't have to show up there for it to show up on my resume!

fighting the urge to do the most for my final presentation slides; I need to just pick a handful of slide design themes and stick to them, plus shorten everything while I'm at it, and actually focus on the content I need to add in; I'll have time to work today, but I'll only have my laptop and I've discovered that it is SO hard to work on that smaller, single screen, especially on slides, so I doubt I'll get much done

currently in that phase of not wanting to start eating for the day bc I don't feel hungry now but will once I start chewing, yet knowing that if I don't eat at all, my decision making abilities for things like /driving my car/ drop significantly, so I'm limiting myself to these fruit and grain cereal bars that need to be eaten anyways (I have so many of them for something over 100c/bar); one now (130), one before the day starts at work, and one at break time, followed by my two coffees (25 each) and my sandwich (300); really hoping I can then come home and just go to bed; class last night and then having a solid dinner so late and taking the time to enjoy it really messed up my sleep schedule, so I'm exhausted; if I stick to this, that'll be 750 for the day, which is very good for me

I ordered my new phone! really messes with my planned budget to do that now, but I think the benefit from all the different apps I'll be able to get might end up outweighing that; currently thinking about looking for a good meal planning app that'll use measurements per recipe to calculate how many actual packages of stuff to buy and about how much that'll cost BEFORE I go to the store; I used to be really good at this, but that was also before post-pandemic greed-flation of prices, so I can't count on my old calculations anymore, plus, y'know, body goals and nutrition info are now something I also care about

(when I was working three jobs right after undergrad, I got to the point were I was eating cup ramen for every single meal, supplemented with energy drinks and discounted candy; it was not a fun time)

got really good hours in at work yesterday; I'm looking at the pikmin bloom app to reward my steps, but I'd also like one that gamifies doing more hours at work to combat a sort of mid-shift slump I hit nearly every day; I really shouldn't be in such a rush to hand over so much of my personal information to all these different apps, but... they really do seem helpful for now, and tbh I'm pretty sure they're only getting the exact same info my phone was already collecting about me

#cc og #the slimmening

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carladuquette · 5 months

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I’ve noticed tonight how much I’ve dropped the ball because of my ed. Things that kind of just… fell away because I’m so exhausted, so focused on myself, on thinking about food or trying NOT to think about food, on trying to remember what my counselor and I talked about or trying desperately NOT to think about what she said to me, on how noticeable my hair loss is, on how badly I just want to lie in bed and when the next time is I can do that, on how to make it through the day none-tired because once I am in bed at night I can’t sleep. On trying to find a therapist I can see regularly and all the stupid hoops you have to jump through for that.

One area where I’ve dropped the ball is work. I do what I have to to get through my shifts, but I used to love my job. I see other people really coming up with ideas, getting involved, landing cool projects and producing great stories while I… do the bare minimum. Work slower than I used to. I finally had a therapist appointment and had to cancel it last minute because I had just… forgotten about an important presentation I had to do at the exact same time (that had of course been scheduled for weeks and weeks, I just didn’t remember until the day before).

My apartment is a mess. That is the most acceptable of the neglected areas.

The worst: My personal life and friends. I feel like I’m letting my friends down. I don’t check in with them. I’m missing big personal news. I’m that annoying friend where YOU are always the one getting in touch first and then I let it peter out. I haven’t met my friend’s baby because I haven’t been by to visit even though I said I would back in summer. It’s come to the point where she sent me a message saying “I don’t want to lose touch because I think you’re a great person and I like being your friend.” I don’t want to lose touch either! But the fact she felt she had to write that… The most unforgivable: I haven’t been there for my best friend across the ocean who’s lost a baby this spring. I cannot be there physically, but for the past months I haven’t been there for her, listening, supporting her either. She’s going through hell and I basically disappeared from her life and it’s killing me.

And on a lighter note: Christmas. I love it. I go all in every year. And now… yesterday I realized in a panic I haven’t thought about gifts. I haven’t sent a single holiday card. I’m not inviting my friends over for Christmas muffins and tea, I’m not organizing the dinner at a nice restaurant I normally do every year. I used to love that stuff! I still do. But somehow it’s all… gone.

I didn’t use to get it when I heard “the ed takes over your life.” I thought that sounded so much more dramatic than what I’m going through, mine isn’t that bad, etc. But I get it now.

This is what y’all are going through? I’m sending you so much love 💕

#i’d cry about it but i’m too exhausted #ha #ed recovery #cw food #turns out this shit does take over your life #long post

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baekuras · 6 months

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i amazingly really managed to mess up my sleep schedule (simply by going to sleep when I felt tired and not according to time itself) so much yesterday I woke up at 5pm-I did go to sleep at like 11am or so

anyhow it's now 2pm the next day and I have been playing Jurassic World Evolution 2 since mentioned 5pm with only a bar of chocolate and one sausage leftover from yesterday as my fuel

It's truly amazing what a body needing to do literally nothing can achieve

On another note-this is actually really good because I need to go to work again on wednesday so if I can manage to inch my sleep schedule towards waking up at 7-8am by then (or at least 11 to 12 for wednesday itself) that'd be great

I also haven't been able to stay up this long for a loooooong time and still feel...pretty good I can feel my eyes and head are tired because...duh But I basically feel as if I was going to work which may not be a good thing but at least it's a normal thing comfort level wise

anyway I am truly making this an all nighter so I got 3more hours before nap time...unless my body truly just conks out-I am not gonna force myself through hell lol

I am however gonna take a break from gaming and maybe just let my eyes chill out It's sunday so I can't really do much household chores wise except maybe wash the dishes (don't disturb neighbours rules etc) but I can and will just continue to relax and do....absolutely....nothing

#txts #and when i go back to work i will miss this time so much #and be mad i didn't use it 'productively'#which yeah I could have done more and def should #i might tomorrow or tuesday to get started back onto...work...emotions #aka despair-the usual #but definitely not today

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blahandwhatever · 7 months

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still consumed by the sleepy

yesterday I had to wake up only slightly extremely late instead of extremely extremely late

taste-tested the most bewildering set of unflavored protein shakes

they all tasted like dry oats

the beautiful Matrix Sciences birch was already partly bare

fall in full swing and summer returning

took myself for a walk before dark, got a poke bowl (not the best)

today I didn't want to get up but had to make myself eventually

had to skip washing hair because late and feel greasy and unpretty

had to get to Costco for eggs before fucking 6 PM

at least it got me out of the house before sundown

people at stores talked to me more than I was prepared for

at home I had the quickest nutritious dinner I could make (still slow to eat)

took a long nap, woke up with jobs on my mind

there hasn't been anything more important in months

(at least not in my own life, besides self-care)

my sense of direction is strong right now, but my action-taking is slow as ever

and I puzzle again and again over the lack of payoff, and what to improve (without money for new credentials)

I did hear back from two jobs this week

one had me do an assessment - still waiting to hear back about that

one asked me to set up an interview, and I wonder if the effort is worth it for a low-paying job - it's temporary, and it's something, but I'm hoping another will work out; I have a few days, so I'll see if the other hires me

none of the higher-paying jobs have given me a chance

there's a good one I want to apply for that asks for references

most of them don't, but when they do, it's always three

I have two and can't think of another good one

makes me realize I need to be more careful about looking good in the eyes of higher-ups

I usually haven't bothered enough, and I've had some tensions with most of them

then there's jobs that were just too brief or where I was just a number

a year ago I was doing so good

I knew it might be too good to be true

but it got worse partly because I messed it up

I flew a little too close to the sun

I went too fast for my big-bucks-in-a-few-hours

but I still have the job, and I still hope it'll pick back up

it's October

two years ago I got a set of glasses that brought me inordinate pleasure

last year I found a bottled water that bought me inordinate pleasure (don't buy the little bottle six-packs anymore because they marred the design with a green recycling symbol. also concerns about the recycled plastic. also lack of money. the bigger bottles are still good but less delightful.)

before I had little birthday parties, this year I probably won't given the state of everything, unless someone suggests something (doesn't bother me, I just wonder how everything will be going forward)

if I did, I'd have less to clean than usual

little by little, I get more on top of things

to be fair, there also isn't the mess or busyness of all the shopping I was doing

ohhh I want to do this month better than last year

need to fix my sleep schedule, fix my sleep schedule

I reached a point where I was feeling super-good and starting to sleep less

one day I slept four hours (morning study), and I think it was the first time I ever didn't feel dead on that amount of sleep

then I slipped up a bit again with the iron supplement schedule and my mood and appearance got a bit worse again

I course-corrected, but that brought me back to the long sleeps, which I see the healing effects of, and surely won't last too long, but it would be so much better if I just didn't slip up

crazy to think of all the low/weird periods I had in the past year and how this was probably at least partly responsible for all of them

it really has shown itself to be one of the most powerful things in my life - in like, every way

truly the mineral of strength

and so I must treat it like the god that it is, prioritize it at all costs

why be a lesser self when it's so easy to avoid

I keep feeling the need to rebalance things in my life, reduce some types of stimulation

it's great to have plenty of stimulation - and kind of amazing how much I do with the constraints I'm under

still, too much consumption can mean not enough introspection (or creation), and I've been feeling not as in touch with my own journey as I'd like

there's also just the all too quick and effortless nature of browsing stuff online that too easily steals time away from consuming somewhat more challenging and rewarding things

there's so much to genuinely love here, so much I'd like to not miss out on, yet somehow I have to continue the difficult work of culling my Tumblr browsing to make more room for other things

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alion-sal · 1 year

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Dear bloody past.

Warning ⚠: Mention of blood, violence and swearing.

If you are sensitive to any of this, please do not read.

Type: Détective, fantastic.

Synopsis: Komi got his first assignment, but something strange happens.

The shadows are stretching, looking for a way to possess the border...

Time passed, hours transforming in days, days in weeks. Komi didn't do much. He only sits in his chair tapping on his keyboard, looking at the letters showing on the screen. Sometimes to break from the routine or because he had a fight with his lover, (cough, cough), he will sleep at the manor.

It was almost three weeks later that his boss, Julie, showed up at his desk. She had a document in her hands. She pushed it in his arms.

"Gotta' look at this, robbery case that happened yesterday. The victim house is the twenty six, Map Street. It's at the east side of the town. For details, look in there."

"Alright !"

She then walked to the coffee machine. Komi looked through the papers.

The victim was a woman, a succubus. She already complained about a guy that stalked her, probably because of her scents. It was written that he wore a grey coat with black pants. She couldn't see his face because he had a black fedora with a pink bow.

Komi stands up from his chair, getting to his car. He drived through street, looking at his GPS.

Some times later.

Getting out of his car, he see the victim in front of her door, waiting for him.

"Are you really the one they send !? I asked for a girl, not some stupid bird man !"

Komi frowned.

"I'm not a bird ! My name Komi. Can't you see that I'm a duck ?! And I'm here to solve this case, not to be insulted by a victim. Are all people in this city rude or..."

He mumbled the last part.

"Tsk, I'm Lucifer, but you can just call me Luci, you can enter. Just, don't break anything or you will return without your pretty little wings. They will be perfect for a love potion."

Komi deadpaned at this. Seriously, a potion ? Isn't she a succubus ? Why the hell would she need that ? he thoughts, but before he could think further, the woman shouted.

"So, are you gonna move this ass of yours or have to kick you into my house ?"

"No, no, I'm coming."

The house was a mess. Furniture where broken on the floor, dirt, blood and rocks in form of footsteps. In the middle of that, a wooden cabinet with open drawers. It was empty.

"What was in this drawer ?"

The woman looked embarrassed.

"My panties."

"I see."

"So... what ?"

Komi casted his gaze on a piece of paper. He take out his gloves from his pocket, putting them on his hands. He took the paper.

'I love you ! I love you ! Why won't you accept me ? I live for you. See me ! Look at me ! Love me ! But don't freet, I will see you later, my dear love. Y.T.'

He puted it in a plastic bag.

"It's seems he has left you a message, do you know a...Y.T. ?"

"No..."

"Well then, I would like to know you schedule, habitudes and work."

"I work at a pizzeria, from 3am to 6pm. I come back and eat, take out from Your TrulyTrust, a Hakkar restaurant. I sleep when after it's 9pm normally."

He ticked at the restaurant name. Komi understand now what Y.T. stand for. All he have to doe was report it to his boss.

"I have to go, I would say it be better for you if you don't ask for food from this restaurant, it's seems that he have a link with it."

"Alright..."

"Anything else ?"

She looked bothered, something fishy coming from her aura, like something was eating her from the inside.

"I...Just...Someone knocked on my door, they had some strange blue mark on his jaw."

"And ?"

Lucifer looked panicked.

"They were mutterings something about...Shadows, the fact that it was the mother of light and our savior or our end. They were so scary. They had golden eyes with no white, but no like when you're eyes are this color. I mean, it didn't look natural, looked like some metal."

Komi didn't respond to the woman, his breath fastening. He said a fast goodbye before run his car. He drived to the end of the street, looking at the house. He took a cigarette and lowered his window. He started smoking.

"Fuck, I promised that I would stop smoking.... But I really needed it."

He finally relaxed and then...

'BOOM,

His ears ringed. The house exploded. He exited his car and runned to the front of the house. He could hear her screaming.

"Luci ! LUCIFER !"

Yet nobody responded his scream. Only the sound of the fire could be heard, the smell of blood and burninge flesh in the air. She had become silent. Forever.

Meanwhile, a grey figure were crying in the corner for the dead woman will a golden figure laughed, sure to have killed his target.

[So... it's short. I you have any idea, you can tell me. It's the first act ! Also, I thought of having special episodes one day, about Kom. Have a good day/night !]

#Dear bloody past.#Blood #violence #swearing #fantastic

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celestialpotat0 · 1 year

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Rest in peace, dear Aunt Helene

If i had to describe today in only one word, the word would be brutal.

this past week ive been a mess... i had a doctor appt scheduled on my day off, i was sitting in the waiting room crying mainly about my aunt, then when i went in to see the physician i told myself i was going to hold the tears in. they did an ekg on me, i was relieved that i was allowed to just lay there instead of converse, because it gave me an excuse to close my eyes and tell myself to not to cry. when the md came in and asked me about me being upset because staff members had witnessed me crying in the waiting room, at first i told her it was nothing, i was ok. but she pressed on, and the tears came spilling out. it was embarrassing, i felt pathetic for being emotionally weak.

that night, i tried sleeping but i lay awake in bed for most of the night, stressing about my aunt. and i ended up getting only 1 hr of sleep before i had to wake up for work. the next night i couldnt sleep for a long time again.

i flew home saturday, spent most of saturday and sunday in the hospital with my aunt.

today, i held onto her hand and caressed it, standing by her side during her final moments. it was heart-wrenching to monitor her HR, SpO2, and RR when we removed life support, i.e., extubated. at first she was super tachycardic and super tachypneic... for the next three hours she continued to breathe on her own. her vitals were all over the place. body fighting to survive. watched her become super bradycardic, SpO2 drop and drop and drop, eventually she took her last breath, asystole, HR 0, RR 0.

i believe she was able to peacefully and comfortably go. yes, the body is under stress so the vitals and numbers look alarming af. but i think she wasn't in pain or discomfort. and this is what she wouldve wanted rather than prolonging her life in a way that she didn't want. i described her final hours purely just to say that death in general is so brutal, which is to say that life is so damn precious.

i'm going to miss her. it's so sad that she had the infections. so many memories. she worked so hard throughout her life, was a strong mother, experienced difficult times. i cant believe i wont be able to see her smile again. it hurts. how irreversible death is. but this shit happened and the only way to move forward and heal is for me to become a better person bc of this. Life is short and I'm going to hold my loved ones closer and try to treat them better. This gave me a different perspective where a lot of my previous complaints are so trivial now, and why am i complaining when im alive and not fighting to stay alive. i also just care so little now about things that i used to waste my time on, like social media and clickbait articles.

I also lost my Uncle Eddie and Aunt Helene's husband recently. I hadnt seen either of them since before covid. I wanted to write about those two different events too but i just never got a chance to due to time constraints.

thank you to my friends who moved around times to hang out with me yesterday and today due to me having to be in the hospital. thank you to all the health care workers working on their weekend. to the compassionate angels that are nurses. thank you to people (including my PCP) who listened to me and supported me.

leaving on a trip today and will not have wifi or phone service for this week. part of me is anxious about the fact that my emails will pile up impossibly high and i wont be able to respond to people who email me. but what this experience with Aunt Helene has taught me is that there are certain things that truly matter, and getting anxious about work is just a waste of this precious life ive been gifted.

ive also been nodding off repeatedly throughout writing this so this post very well might not make sense. i have to be up in about 5 hrs and am extremely exhausted from barely sleeping this past week. but i really had to write in here before i went to sleep.

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