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joyfulhopelox · 3 years

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Right now i don’t know if i want to kiss you or shove you off this building

Part 1 | Part 2(end)

A/N: I have no words really, just i needed to get this off my chest and i wrote it so quickly that part 2 is probably going to be out by the end of the week.

genre: fluff (x100), University! au/ College!au

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Pairing: J-Hope x reader (College!AU/ University!AU)

Word count: 4,000 words

Warnings: i'm still bad at writing fluff but here we go (i cried a lot inside whilst writing it)

There are few times in someone’s life when they would have to rush out of the house in the middle of the night. Most times, it involved an emergency of some sorts.The usual A&E rush, the cravings rush and most important of them all, the all nighter in the library rush.

You have been debating for over an hour now if you should make a dash to the library. Your exhausted body screaming at you to just curl up into a ball and sleep- or cry, whichever came first. However your consciousness, and the fact that your anxiety was at an all time high, was telling you to just suck it up and go get your books from the library. That coupled with your approaching deadline. And to be honest you knew exactly what you would end up doing. After all, your grades could not afford to take a fall. Not worse than what they’ve dropped to now. Anymore and you would flunk the year completely.

But do you really need that book? Your brain tried it’s last card on you. You could technically just stay in, bury yourself in your blankets like the Michelin man, and write your essay that way. Sighing, you rubbed your tired eyes and got up grabbing your prized pen, the one that got you through your first and second year of exams, a couple of pieces of paper just in case, and your laptop. A trek to the library it is.

The spring air was doing a good job of waking you up. The light breeze, warm enough to not make you die of cold, but cold enough to cool down your tired flushed face. The 10 minutes it took to walk from your accommodation to the library was enough for you to steel yourself against an all nighter of studying.

What you had expected when you went in was anything but a packed library with students quietly studying. The noises of scratching pens and the rhythmic click-clacking of keyboards creating a mellow background noise. Some were dozing off, and you could not blame them, but holy hell could they not have done that at home? Okay, maybe you were judging, but could anyone blame you? You were desperate for a space and by the looks of the rows of heads between the shelves, there was a slim chance you would actually get a seat somewhere. If needed, you knew you could just crouch in between the shelves near the section that housed the maps, but you did not feel like inhaling dust and sporting a cramped leg for the rest of the night.

“Oh come on! This is a big library, there must be a seat somewhere” you whispered to yourself quietly, your eyes scanning the 3rd floor of the library. Aha! There. By the will of the gods, there was a seat, a lone corner at a table that was packed to the brim. You hastily made your way before anyone could spring out of nowhere and claim it, and slammed your butt down on the seat sighing in satisfaction. You’d made it. The first task done. Proud of yourself, you opened up your laptop and pulled the document you had been writing on. The bold letters at the top stating you NEEDED to get that specific book. A harsh reminder that the second task now would be even more difficult. Hunting for a book in this mammoth of a place. But what if you lost your spot? You needed your laptop to search for the book and to be honest you did not trust your laptop to not be stolen. You groaned to yourself, once again debating whether or not you needed the book

You finally decided that the book was non-negotiable and so you quickly grabbed your pen, with the promise to yourself that you would not get lost in the maze of shelves and interesting literature. Hastily writing a ‘will be back’ note, you slammed the pen down on top of the paper and rushed out of your seat.

The library atmosphere was quiet, despite the space being full of poor students who were rushing to meet a deadline or had exams coming up soon. Perusing the shelves, taking note of names that may interest you further on in your degree or even just as personal pleasure, you basked in the quietness and the dimness of the space. You loved the library at night, sure, but not when you were in a rush to finish a paper and not when exam and deadlines season pushed everyone and their mother to cram themselves in the space like sardines. Overall though, the space was dark and quiet just as you liked it.

Finally arriving at the area that was of interest to you, you stood in front of the row of shelves, a slow grin forming on your face. It was perfect, 4 rows of untouched literature. And you had all the time in the world.

Except...you didn’t. “Fuck” you cursed to yourself. You knew you did not have the time and you promised yourself you would not do this. Looking down at your watch, you let out another curse. “Fuck”. It had taken you half an hour to get here, the digital face of your watch showing 12.30am. “Oh man, I did it again” muttering to yourself, you turned your back towards the interesting titles that were calling your name and focused on the one book you actually needed.

Only to not find it on the shelf. Just your luck. “What am i supposed to do now?” dejectedly sighing you slowly made your way back to your seat. All you could think about was the missing book on the shelf.

How were you supposed to be finishing your paper now? Suddenly the quiet and calm atmosphere became gloomy and dark, this was not going very well for you. So lost in your thought you almost walked by your spot. Stopping right on time you looked to the side only to do a double take. It was not your spot anymore, the leather jacket as well as the mop of dark hair that could be seen occupying the seat was definitely not you. You double checked the area making sure you did not stray away again and somehow landed in the wrong spot but no. That was definitely the desk you had placed your note on.

It was just missing the note and seating another person now. Today was definitely not your day. The last thing you wanted to do at this time of the night, especially when you were in a hurry to finish and hand in your paper, was to be civil. But that was your seat. You refused to slouch in between the shelves and cram a seven thousand word paper tonight. You’ve done it enough times in the past for your bum and back to already be screaming at you in protest. Taking a deep breath in, you steeled yourself and approached the seat stealer.

The closer you got, the better the view of the seat stealer. Goddamn they were handsome. At least the side profile was something to enjoy looking at, but that did not change the fact that they had stolen your seat and were comfortably spread out onto the desk casually typing away at their laptop.

To top it all off, as if the scene was not enough to taunt your nerves, they were humming quietly to the beat that you could faintly hear coming from their headphones. And if you were to admit it to yourself, which you would not, they were very good at said humming.

“Uhm...excuse me” your voice cracked, having not been used for a couple of hours. You could not afford to seem meek in front of them, cute as hell and a great hummer be damned, they would not get the satisfaction of seeing you flustered. Truth be told, you hated confrontation. It was the last thing you resorted to under normal circumstances, let alone now when you were tired and stressed. Standing up straighter you tried again, “Excuse me!”

They made no move to acknowledge you or your shadow that cast now over the desk, as if you were both one and the same. Frustrated, you let out a huff and reached out to tap their shoulder. However, as if the fates had it out for you today, the humming seat stealer also came to life, moving his head towards your outstretched hand as they went to grab for their notebook and pen. That motion combined with yours caused a painful collision for the both of you. As it had not gotten a chance to change trajectory towards their shoulder, your unprepared hand bent awkwardly as it made contact with the side of the person’s head. A loud “oh fuck” chorused from the both of you, as both parties retracted as if burnt. Had you mentioned it was not your day?

“Is there a reason why I’m being assaulted at...1am on a Tuesday in the library?”. the seat stealer asked as he turned around to face you completely. He finally had a voice as well, and it was just as nice as the humming. Scrunching your nose in annoyance, you took a deep breath in prepared to tell him off. Not only was HE the one assaulting your hand but also your well deserved seat. Only to do the stereotypical double take. The mop of hair hid a very handsome face. High cheekbones and a pointed nose, your eyes trailed further down to his long neck and toned body. “Uh…” the stranger, seat stealer muttered, his hand going to scratch awkwardly at his long neck. Your brain agreed, “Uh…” you smartly copied snapping your eyes back at the face. You had clearly been caught staring judging by the smug smirk the person had on their face. Not only that but you had managed in a few minutes to smack a total stranger and display copious amounts of intelligence whilst trying your hand at a smart rebuttal to their question.

“So, now that I have your attention. Care to tell me why you are assaulting me at 1am on a Tuesday?” The tone of voice was less alarmed, more amused now. As if he clearly found your embarrassment entertaining.

“Assault? I have not assaulted you….you seat stealer!” You furiously exclaimed only to be interrupted by an equally stressed out fellow student“, Keep it down”. Only then did you become aware of the situation you are in. Three other rows of desks near the one you were currently at, and each of them seated a student who, like you, probably either had exams or deadlines. They were sleep deprived, hungry, and probably had too much caffeine running through their blood for their own good. And they were all focused on your form. To embarrass you further, the seat stealer even had the audacity to smugly smile and whisper “yeah, shhhhh.”

Getting redder by the minute, whether in mortification at being told off by the student a few rows away from you or from increasing anger at the seat stealer, you bent down, eyes narrowed “you….you...shush, and whilst you are at it, get out of my seat, you seat stealer”. You were unsure whether your shouted whisper would sound menacing enough to convey the mixture of emotions running through your veins at the moment. The stranger’s smug smile dropped instantly, a look of confusion replacing it, “seat stealer? What is that about?”

“You stole my seat!”

“I did not. The seat was free. If you passed by it, it was free and you didn’t sit down or leave your stuff on the chair; it doesn't automatically make it yours.” The stranger shrugged carefully, studying your expressions. What he saw must have really amused him because he started snickering to himself. Getting redder by the minute your rebuttal was weak, if only you’d have thought about it beforehand.

“I only have my laptop on me! And I left a note and my precious pen on the desk! A note which you have thrown out to steal my seat.” That is when it all went downhill. “you ‘strange seat stealer’!” the snickers coming from the handsome man got even more violent, to the point of you worrying about him choking- had you not been angry at him you would have asked if he was ok. Unfortunately, you were angry and nothing he did could have solved that.

The stranger abruptly stood up, so close to your face that you could see the numerous lashes that shadowed his dark eyes, amusement still plastered onto his face. He grabbed your elbow lightly, giving you a chance to break free if needed, but you were so stunned by his actions that all you could do was question how handsome his angular face was. “You’re cute, and that was a smart, if odd, alliteration you made there” He breathed, the action making a stray strand of hair blow away from your face, “but we’re making a scene”.

“Wh-” before you could process what he’d said, he trailed his hand from your elbow to your own hand and lightly gripped it with the intention of moving you away. The sudden jolt sprung your brain back to life and you tried fruitlessly to pull your hand away from his grip. Unfortunately, your brain decided to work a bit too late, as you were already past the rows of desks and shelves of books, closer to the lift lobby on that floor. “I am not making a scene, you are making a scene. Who are you to get me away from my seat not only once, but twice?!” Your feet firmly planted on the ground and finally got the stranger to stop. “I don’t know who you are” as he made a move to talk, you interrupted “and I don’t care, I saw that seat first, left a note on it to say I was going to be back and you stole it! I need the space!”

“Why?” The stranger calmly asked. His face showed no signs of anger or frustration, and it seemed like it belonged like that, serene and peaceful. And it made you wonder if anything could ever anger this man. Sure, you did not know him but you had been yelling in his face for the past minute. His demeanour and question threw you off so much so that your brain once again hiccuped.

“What do you mean why?”

“I mean why do you NEED the space, it’s clear that you do not have a bag or any belongings for that matter.” He gave you a once over to emphasize his words, his calm eyes lingering a bit too long on your form for your anger to continue overriding the flustered mess that you had become. “I- I do!” You don’t know why you needed to prove yourself to him, but it was a valid question he’d asked. So, you showed him the arm he was not holding, that carried a laptop. Realising he was still holding onto your hand, the sudden thought made you suddenly hot and clammy and before he could do anything about it you pulled it out of his warm hold.

Trying to ignore the loss of warmth the contact brought you, you looked away flustered.

“This cannot be happening. Look, I sat down there first, I put a note down because I needed to go find a book for my essay and….oh god...it’s due in like…..five hours”. Not looking at him the entire time you explained your situation to him, frustration and anxiety taking over your anger you missed the worried look he threw at your red face and the slight movement he made with his hands as if to grab your fretting ones. Instead when you looked back at him after a couple of moments of silence, what you saw was him studying the space behind you closely. “Hey! Are you even listening?” You got over your anger and tried to explain, (not that you needed to) somewhat logically to make this person understand why you needed the seat back and all they did was ignore you.

“Have you found the book that you needed?” He turned his attention back to you, a small smile forming onto his face. You did not know whether it was the fact that he completely ignored what you had said earlier, the untimely smile he gave you, or the fact that your heart sped up at the said smile, but your anger went through the roof once again.

“No! Now excuse me whilst I go reclaim my seat. If you want to waste time out here just staring at the walls, that is your issue, some of us have problems they need to fix.” Making a move to turn around you halted, realising you were going the wrong way. Mumbling to yourself you brushed past the guy and headed for the lifts. Calling the lift you tapped your foot impatiently. You could find another seat somewhere else, and if not, you were desperate enough to finish the paper that you would risk your own bottom and sit in between shelves. It felt like an eternity until the lift arrived and as soon as you got in you pressed the button for the floor above you thinking you may have some luck there. Surveying the corridor you noticed that the guy had left, and surprisingly a twinge of disappointment made you sigh. You just wanted to continue the argument, nothing else.

Right before the doors to the lift could close though a running form made its way to the lift sliding in between the door with swift grace, almost barreling into you. It took you a moment to realise it was the seat stealer with his bags packed up and his laptop in his hands. “What are you doing?” you hissed as you noticed he cancelled your floor and pressed the tower one instead. “Making up for stealing your seat”, he casually replied as he observed the numbers in the lift change.

“By not letting me go find another seat?” you huffed, “you could have just vacated the seat earlier and it would have all been fine.”

“But it wouldn’t have given me an excuse to talk to you for longer than three seconds would it? I’m Hoseok by the way.” He turned and smiled at you, the dimples in his cheeks becoming prominent. Rendered speechless by his forwardness, you did not know how to respond. So you settled onto clearing your throat and willing the blush that was taking over the apples of your cheeks away. Not meeting his eyes and refusing to grant him with the same grace and give him your name, you chose instead to ask where he was planning to take you. His response was just as cryptic as his previous one, “you will see”.

The rest of the way had been spent in silence, you having given up on trying to argue with the seat stealer...Hoseok. You repeated the name in your head multiple times, it suited him. For a brief second you wondered how it would sound if you said it out loud, but you squashed that thought away very quickly. You weren’t friends or even acquaintances so there was no reason for you to do so.

Whilst your brain was running a hundred miles an hour, throughout this time Hoseok took the time to observe you. Undeniably pretty, a smile made its way onto his face as he watched the different faces that you were pulling clearly lost deep in thought. You are cute. He knew that your argument couldn’t even be called as such. To his defense, the seat he had occupied had nothing on it. It was only when he ran back to gather his things and rush back to you that he noticed the note and the pen that were lying on the floor near the foot of the desk. In his haste he had grabbed both of them hoping that if his plan did not work he would have another excuse to approach you at some point. Now, those two items were weighing down in his pocket. Your name, which you had not freely given to him but it was written on the note, burnt into his mind. Maybe he did not need them after all. He would give you your pen back of course, but he would keep the note. It would be good memorabilia in the future.

The lift came to a halt and the doors opened .This time Hoseok did not even hesitate to grab your hand and lead you to your destination as he was afraid you would run away from him. Your heart thumping again at the gesture you let yourself be led by him too astonished to say anything. Who was this human being and why was he so friendly after you’d argued for the good part of an hour. Before you could panic about the time you had lost, Hoseok stopped abruptly.

‘We’re here’ he motioned with his free hand. The one that did not occupy yours.

Realising so you tried to inconspicuously free your hand from his, the astonishment at his behaviour quickly turned into amazement at the choice of space he was presenting you with. You were not a fan of the tower as heights were a bit of a stretch for you but the cosy alcove with window seats and the view of the night time sky it provided were enough to make you forget that. “Woah, how did you find this place?”’ You mumbled and quickly went to the window observing the lights of the city behind you. For how late it was, the scenery down below was surprisingly animated. Not getting a response you turned around thinking he had abandoned you there. What you were not expecting was the bashful look he was giving you whilst rubbing the back of his neck. “Uhm, by mistake really, I just happened to wander here one day and yeah...thought it was quiet enough and...well, I needed to make up for the fact that you did not have a seat in the end and you said you needed to finish your paper and…yeah’

Him reminding you of the paper that was now due in less than three hours made you jump in panic. Without thinking you threw your laptop onto the little table space that the alcove offered and sat down. Typing your password you opened the document you were working on. Whilst waiting for it to load you hesitated, bit your lip and looked up.

“Are you not going to sit down? I assume you also have work to do since you are here?” Without looking, you motioned to the seat directly across from you. This could end up being the best decision of your life or your worst... but you came to the conclusion you wouldn’t know unless you took a chance. Hearing him shift his feet and the feel of his knees close to yours as he sat down was enough to make you blush again. Here it goes, now or never.

‘I’m Y/N by the way’ you looked up in time to see him smile.

‘I know’

#jhope x reader #jhope x you #jhope x y/n #bts jhope #kpop scenarios #bts scenarios #i lowkey wrote this whilst not having slept for a week so i'm sorry #bts x you #bts x reader scenario

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spiderling-space · 4 years

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new writing blog, yay! could I request HQs for Jade, Jack, Leona and Jamil with a fem!reader that hasn't been sleeping well lately and she's constantly dizzy and drifting off?

I was gonna say “yey J squad” then I realized Leona starts with L.

I don’t know why I can find more things to write for some characters.

This was challenging for me to write. I love challenges though.

I hope you enjoy it!

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Jamil Viper

As a compensation of what he did when he overblotted, Jamil agreed to tutor (Y/N). While spending some time together, he befriended (Y/N)

Until a few days ago, (Y/N) was attentive and always on time but now she is late and and drifts off as he speaks.

Jamil’s first thought is that she began to find him boring or taking a type of revenge. So he probes her with questions.

He was close to using snake whisper on her but he thinks it might leave an awful taste so he uses his wit to find truth.

After asking her too many questions for her taste, (Y/N) tells him the truth.

“Alright alright just stop! I admit I’ve been Magiflix and Chilling for the last 4 days! I’ve just discovered a tc show with 6 seasons! I needed watch them all!”

Jamil didn’t think the reason would be this silly. And he doesn’t intend to fail as a tutor.

He considers what he can do and comes up with something: he will take (Y/N)’s laptop and phone at night so she won’t watch the show until morning from any device.

When the night comes and Jamil comes to collect the laptop and phone.

(Y/N) extends her devices. Jamil grabs them but (Y/N) doesn’t let go.

“Just 1 more episode?” — “No.” — “Can i at least say goodbye?”

Jamil finds it odd yet he nods.

“My precious!” (Y/N) says and starts running.

Jamil is surprised, trying to understand what has occurred. When it happens, he runs after (Y/N). Ah things he does for friendship!

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Jade Leech

Jade is one of the boys who would notice the smallest change in people.

He’s the always observing one.

For the last two days, he notices the dark circles under (Y/N)’s eyes. He also notices that she is trying to cover them with make up.

Jade The Shroom Guy recalls that there are a couple mushrooms that can help her to sleep.

“Oya oya, (Y/N), you seem like you’re in need of help.”

Jade puts his hand to his chin and smiles “Would you mind telling me what troubles your sleeping? I’m sure we can solve it in Mostro Lounge.”

“Nothing!” That was a fast answer.

Jade continues to smile while looking at her.

The intensity of his gaze makes (Y/N) confess. “All right fine! I’ll tell ya!” She knows she is defeated. “Look, buddy... uhm... human females have this monthly cycle which sometimes causes an immense pain that even painkillers won’t help. That’s what making me unable to fall asleep...” She whispers the latter part.

“I could give you ‘shroom in Mostro Lounge to help you sleep.” — “No offense Jade but I don’t think getting high will help me.” — “???” — “???” — “???” — “Oh you meant mushroom-mushroom, not the other one...” (Y/N) trails, wanting to be buried 6 feet underground at that moment.

Jade lets out a laugh before composing himself again. Perhaps he could help her for free just once; a reward for highlighting his day.

Meanwhile (Y/N) understands the value of having enough sleep. She wouldn’t embarrass herself like she did if her mind was in right place and was able to think straight; at least that’s what he hopes.

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Jack Howl

Jack could smell the caffeine on (Y/N) miles away. She was laying on a grass with a book in front of her.

He thinks that amount of coffee is unhealthy for humans and voices his concerns to her.

“Are you kidding me? I have 3 essays to finish and a potion to brew and 2 exams! I don’t have time for sleeping. I was supposed studying last night but accidentally fell asleep and lost 3 hours! I don’t have time to sleep!” (Y/N) talks rapidly that Jack almost doesn’t comprehend what she has said.

Jack understands her worries but now he is worried about her health. He sleeps at 9 pm because he gets up early and needs to have certain amount of sleep.

He is concerned that she will get sick.

Before he can say anything, he sees that (Y/N) drifted off.

He can’t wake her up but leaving her there, sleeping on ground might cause some people to make fun of her so he also lays on the ground and closes his eyes but not sleeping. If someone approaches them and asks what they are doing, Jack will tell them that (Y/N) and he are trying a new type of breathing exercise.

He isn’t good at lying but at least he tries.

He will have a real chat with her once she wakes up but for now he think she needs as much rest as possible.

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Leona Kingscholar

It’s noon so that means nap time for Leona!

He goes to Botanical Garden to nap as usual.

What’s not usual is that seeing (Y/N) occupying his place.

Well he is going to nap there so (Y/N) needs to move

He walks her side, disturbing her sleep.

“Oi herbivore wake up.”

(Y/N) stirs, muttering something inaudible.

Leona tries his luck again.

“WHAT. DO. YOU. WANT?”

(Y/N)’s sudden yell catches Leona off guard. He has never seen this side of hers.

He plays it cool though, at least tries to

“You’re in my place.” — “Then find a new one. Now shoo!”

Herbivore was never hostile toward Leona before.

He doesn’t like the way she talked but he can’t be rude to her. After all a woman is a woman. He thinks maybe fixing her issue would make him earn his place.

“What is your problem?” — “You annoying me!” — “If you don’t cooperate, I will continue to annoy you.”

“What do you expect me to say? That I can’t sleep lately because I dream of my family and it hurts that I can’t see them? That my parents think I’m probably dead? That I will not be able to get back to my world ever again? That because I can’t sleep at nights, I drift of during classes and getting scolded for it? Well I will not say any of those!”

Now Leona gets the issue. Lack of sleep is getting to her nerves. Therefore making her think of her problems more which leads to less sleeping, cycle of doom.

While he cannot help her to go back home, he can offer some comfort. He would be damned if he doesn’t help a woman in trouble when he can.

Lucky for her, he is master at sleeping. The least he can do is to aid her in getting some rest.

“Oi herbivore scoot over.” Before she can protest, Leona sat next to her on ground. “If you won’t move then we’ll nap together. Ruggie will come to wake me up when lunch ends.

Leona wraps his arms around her body and pulls her down, hugging her as if she is a pillow.

(Y/N) wants to protest but she is too tired fo it so she just rolls with it.

When Ruggie comes to wake them up, he first takes photo of them together to use it as blackmail.

After waking up from sweet nap, (Y/N) is able to gather her thoughts better.

“Please ignore everything I said before.” — “Done.”

She is thankful that Leona didn’t press on the issue.

Leona decides to have a chat with Headmaster to fasten the process of a way to her home. He may act like he doesn’t care and tell himself that he is only doing it to have his napping zone just for himself but deep down he knows it’s not true. (Y/N) warmed her way up to his heart.

(Y/N) is thankful for Leona. For some reason it was the best nap she ever had and felt the most energized she ever did in the last few days. Maybe the secret is to nap with a sleeping master.

#jamil viper #jade leech #jack howl #leona kingscholar #scarabia #octavinelle #savanaclaw #prefect #vice prefect #female reader #headcanons

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gimme-my-mammoney · 4 years

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Could you do more of the highschool AU? I don't mind what, thank you! Love your page ♡

Hey! Of course, you can! I loved doing my highschool AU. Thank you so much for your support. I’m a little rusty so please forgive me if this isn’t my best work. I hope you like it! xoxo

Obey Me! Highschool AU #2 - Exam Season

Exam season is upon you and you’re STRESSED. Thankfully you have a group of attractive (and suspiciously devilish) guy friends to accompany you through exam Hell.

Lucifer ~

Has been studying for this since term started. He tried to get you to join his study group, you’d be in better shape for the exams if you had. He’s not going to help you out of this one. Nope. This is your fault.

He ends up helping you study.

He’s a great tutor and takes amazing notes. Occasionally you have to ask him to be patient with you.

He finishes practice exams in half the allocated time.

Manages to balance studying, chess club, and being a student office assistant without breaking a sweat.

Aces the exams (nobody is shocked).

Picks you up and spins you around when he finds out you aced them too.

Mammon ~

Forgot exams were even a thing.

Doesn’t need good grades, he’s got loads foolproof get-rich-quick schemes.

Secretly terrified of failure. He knows everyone's expecting him to fail and secretly wants to prove them wrong. He won’t admit it, though.

Studies with you and is actually fairly smart when he focuses. He pretends that you’re forcing him and that he doesn’t care about school, though.

Pulls an all-nighter before the exam and spends half of it crying.

Scrapes an average grade but acts like he won the lottery.

Treats himself to anything and everything as a reward.

He also buys you a present for passing but shhh.

Leviathan ~

Complains that studying will interrupt his anime and gaming schedule.

Can’t study on a computer or he gets distracted. Has to have his headphones on and some J-Pop playing to focus, though.

His Otaku club doubles as a study group during the run-up and he’s more than enthusiastic about letting you join, even if you are a normie.

Better at motivational one-liners than he is at actually helping you study.

Doesn’t do practice exams because they give him too much anxiety.

Gets super jealous if you find a topic easier than him. You learn to keep your mouth shut if you do or he loses all motivation.

Gets good grades and rewards himself with seven concerts and a truckload of figurines.

Takes you to the concerts with him to congratulate you for passing.

Satan ~

Has been preparing for this his whole life.

Doesn’t have time to tutor you, he’s trying to finally be first in the class by scoring higher than Lucifer.

Studies so much it’s concerning. He’s 90% coffee at this point.

The stress causes him to have a temper and snap at you when you ask for his help. He always apologises and calmly and clearly explains everything you need to know.

He wishes you luck before the exam but says he believes in you - and means it.

Aces the exam and is super confident. He’s confident you’ve done amazing too.

Grades are released and he’s bouncing with anticipation.

He knows he’s near the top of the class list.

2. Satan. Huh?

1. Lucifer.

-Screeches-

Asmodeus ~

Spends more time doing self-care because of the stress of the exams than actually preparing for them.

Hosts ‘study group’ sleepovers but just gossips and does everyone's nails instead.

Too pretty to study. He can always be a trophy husband.

Refuses to sweat the exam - it clogs your pores.

Spends most of the exam time daydreaming about outfits and checking his nails. He writes his answers in glittery gel pen that smells like strawberries.

Fails but doesn’t care. If he frowns he’ll get wrinkles.

Goes to a spa to recuperate.

Proud that you passed, though. You might be smarter but he’ll always be prettier.

Beelzebub ~

Worried he’s not smart enough and it’s getting him down.

Only attends the study groups for the snacks.

You end up helping him study. For each question he gets right he gets some candy.

Eats his practice paper because he was daydreaming about the candy he’ll get.

You can hear his stomach groaning from across the exam hall.

Your system works and he ends up getting a good grade. He’s both shocked and beaming with pride.

Gives you the tightest hug and won’t stop thanking you.

You go out for food together to celebrate your results.

Belphegor ~

Complains the stress is making him lose sleep. He’s only getting 18 hours sleep instead of 20.

Falls asleep in every study group and his snoring gets you both kicked out.

You have to read him chapters as if they were bedtime stories or he doesn’t pay attention.

He ends up dreaming about the information and somehow retains it.

Falls asleep during the exam and only just passes.

Gets his results and literally drops to the floor for his victory nap.

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gguktarts · 4 years

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decathect | jk (3)

1. to withdraw one’s feelings of attachment from (a person, idea, or object), as in anticipation of a future loss

summary: if one thing was clear to you when you first met Jeon Jungkook, it was that he would never love you. at least, not the way you wanted him to.

pairing: jjk x reader genre: unrequited love au || angst || a bit of fluff || drabble series word count: 3.5k parts: « previous | 3 / ? | next » cw: none this chap, i think. maybe it’s a bit less angsty than the ones before. note: this chap (is rlly crap i APOLOGIZE) was meant to include another scene,, but idk how to write!!! properly!!! and the first scene got outta hand so :(( here it is. the next part i rotated for it to be on the next update. im so sorry it took long,, id rather not get into the personal specifics about it but i got bad writers block at certain points and just. didnt get to finish it for my own deadline 🥺 & im still developing my writing so please!! if anyone feels like something is off/like it dragged on for too long (which is what i felt), etc, etc please let me know. also i haven’t checked for mistakes so sfhdk there’s that aha

The last few days were hectic, with finals approaching and your mind on absolute overdrive. Your Intro to Thermal Physics course was biting you in the ass, which you had felt oddly thankful for. With no time to think about Jungkook or the girl in his painting, the hours blurred themselves into a continuous loop of exhaustion and academic focus: wake up, go to class, study, sleep, rinse and repeat. You’ve even gone as far as seeking out Hoseok, your astronomy lab partner and the busiest bastard you’ve ever met, to have extended study sessions within the Atrium’s library. The mixed efforts of passing the course with flying colors, and avoiding all trace to your fuckboy crush, had so far been a success—in some ways more than others.

Time spent around any hall (either within the dorms or elsewhere in the university) was minimally reduced to avoid any lingering shadows in the corners of your eyes, while each study session left you feeling more confident. Effective, convenient. Two birds, one worm. Yes, worm.

Two mouths, shared crumbs though. Your extreme devotion to the books had, after all, demanded social sacrifice.

You haven’t seen Tae nor Joon—nor any of the other boys in days, and while you aren’t ignoring them per se, they likely know why you were behaving the way you did up until yesterday.

That night, after dinner and after dark, Taehyung had found you with your face buried in his favorite pillow, with droopy eyes and a soft pout etched onto your lips. You didn’t need to tell him about your crush, nor did you have to speak. All he needed was a look at you, a single glance, for him to decide you needed his comfort but also some space.

But apparently enough was enough, and your presence was pointedly demanded the very minute after you handed in your last exam. The day of the week —Thursday— was thus dubbed “Movie-Theather-Night” effective immediately, so he said.

That’s why currently you find yourself staring at Jimin’s front door, phone held tight between your fingers. Tae told you he was already, conveniently, near the ticket stand so he would “obviously” buy the tickets in advance. That left you with the other side quest he couldn’t complete, which you blindly agreed to do.

Your job is simple: grab Jimin —yes, the little one with a penchant for lateness— and meet up with Tae before 7.

Swallowing a groan, you pointedly stared up at the imaginary heavens beyond the building’s ceiling. Praying it be on your side for a few hours longer at least, you tuck away your phone (Tae’s mild threat about stealing Jimin’s rings if the latter didn’t hurry getting dressed completely unnoticed by you), knock on the door by mere habit, and go in.

You don’t expect the loud moans, you really don’t.

Jimin’s name gets stuck halfway past your throat as the high-pitched whines continue pouring over the living room, stiffening your shoulders and rooting your legs to the floor just a step inside the flat—just enough for the door to close itself shut. It isn’t even loud enough to cover the sounds either. Your ears turn red in a heartbeat, embarrassment tugging your lips into a frown, when you note the timbre of low, soft grunts you know belong to one guy. They hide behind and below the higher pitched ones, but you somehow pick them up nonetheless.

They don’t last long. Or maybe time goes by alarmingly fast when you zone out, because not two, three minutes later, one of the muffled voices scoffs out in discontent, dulcet tones all gone.

“What? Now?” you hear, feeling the disbelief permeating the air along with underlying disappointment. “But I thought—”

The sudden thud of a door slamming open makes you jump, startling you into partial motion before the girl rushing out the hallway catches you like a deer in headlights.

You hate how quickly you notice that she’s not the girl from Jungkook’s painting. And it’s hard not to feel guilty when your heart quickens its pace at the idea that maybe both of them are nothing more than victims of his ways. Actually, you hope for it, because you can’t help but feel it’s equally jarring to see one of his choices so soon, and so up close, right after he’s done with her. Her disheveled hair and bruised neck, the traces he’s left, almost distract you from the heated glare she sends your way for blocking the door. Almost.

You move out of her way when she tries pushing past you, leaving with a huff and as quickly as she appeared.

Suddenly, this movie-theater-night sidequest thing seems like a really bad idea. A very bad idea. You hate it here.

“J-jiminie?” you move near the hall, voice shaky in all ways you don’t want it to be. “I’m here, let’s go.”

“Just a second! There’s finally some goddamn silence—”

His muffled voice carries over from your left, closer than the door of his room. You briefly debate waiting for him there, the aspect of continuing your naturally cryptic tendencies very seductive. On the other hand, you could raid his pantry for any and all m&ms, which sounds far more soothing to your rumbling stomach.

Decided entirely on candy—Taehyung would definitely enjoy mixing it with the bucket of popcorn he never fails to buy—and maybe some food, you turn around only to collide with something, hard.

The start of what sounds like a “boo!” trails to a low grunt upon impact. It drowns out your sharp gasp, and if it weren’t for the hands grabbing you by the elbows you’d have likely lost your footing entirely.

“Oh—shit”

Jungkook’s wide eyes and o-shaped lips greet you full force, his cheeks a soft pink hue you’ve been missing lately. They don’t exactly match the deeper flush painting you from ear to ear, your reactions to him far less graceful when so near in proximity. You can’t even speak, too enthralled by the warmth of his hands, by how his eyes shift over your body in evident worry. The way his lips tremble into a frown makes you want to smooth them into out just to see his face light up like you’re more used to, but a look to his neck is more than enough to remind you what happened just minutes ago. Right.

“Hey, sorry, didn’t think you’d turn around so quickly, are you alright?” he asks, hands moving lower on your arms and eyes searching, as if he’s testing if you’re steady enough. Taking the chance, you quickly pull back and rip them altogether from his hold. His lips form a pout you don’t catch.

“Yea, I’m, uh…”

Your mouth runs dry when you let your eyes travel lower, along exposed ink, sun-kissed skin and hardened muscle you had never seen before. A faint stripe of hairs peeks out from behind his gray sweats, the sight enough to make your mind wonder how he looks lower underneath. Would he be as pretty as you imagine him to be?

Fuck. Typical. Just your luck.

Pushing the thought away, you will yourself to grimace and take a step back, away from his heat and onto clearer ground. It helps that the sudden scent lingering on him isn’t the most pleasant one.

“I’m fine, thanks. Wasn’t it laundry day yesterday?” you ask, a weak attempt to defy the heat spreading up your neck once you fully process his touch, and to hopefully derail whatever thoughts he likely just formed of you.

“What?” Jungkook looks down at himself with mild amusement, a smirk growing on his lips before his eyes bore into yours again. “Do you want me to wear a shirt? Do you not like what you see?”

Again. You hate it here.

You ignore the way your stomach tightens, hating that what he’s implying is right. A part of you does, undeniably, like seeing his skin, you can’t deny that to yourself. But for all of that, an even bigger part of you exists that simply does not. Not when your head swims with the overwhelming idea of getting rid of the dot on his collarbone, be it by hiding it through makeup or painting it a deeper hue of violet all on your own. And much less when the smell of sex gets more distinct each passing second, making you scrunch your nose in distaste.

“No,” you grumble, crossing your arms and making your way past him and towards the kitchen.

“No you don’t want me to wear a shirt?” he counters, tilting his head to the side, round eyes faking innocence a few steps behind you.

You whip your head around without thinking, cheeks pink and eyebrows knitted together in annoyance as an unthought retort makes its way to your throat. Before you can say anything in return, though, he’s already grinning at your flustered state.

“I’m kidding,“ he laughs, “You’re just easy to tease, Y/N, sorry. I was going to go shower but apparently hyung’s still in there, and I haven’t seen you in a while, so."

That last bit goes completely over your head. ’Still’ is definitely worrying, but you’d rather not know how long he’s been there in total.

"Do you think he’ll be there for more than 10?” you ask, briefly looking at the clock and doing some math. If it’s 6:27 he has exactly 10 minutes to finish. Since the ride to the theater takes around 15 minutes, let’s say 5 is spent on parking, then you’d have exactly 3 minutes to find Tae before the clock strikes 7:00.

“Hopefully not, but who knows.”

“Very reassuring,” you deadpan. It comes out halfheartedly, your focus now on finding the candy stash they keep in the corner cabinet of their kitchen.

Jungkook trains his gaze on your shorter frame when you set your attention on the upper shelf, noticing your confusion at the sight of all the snacks up there. Grabbing a mini bottle of milk from the fridge, he watches on with amusement as you get on your tippy toes, hand trying and failing to grasp the giant yellow bag of m&m’s you’re determined to steal. Before today he’d wondered why Jimin keeps on buying two bags when the shorter strictly eats the peanut-less ones, and when Yoongi doesn’t even eat sweets, but now it makes more sense to him. He vaguely remembers you eating his bag without knowing it was his. Not that he ever corrected you.

Clearly, your struggles are new to you. The peanut m&ms were always on the bottom shelf, always. You had no clue the others decided just last week to stash the dorm’s snacks somewhere more unreachable, mostly so it’s partially forgotten and not inhaled in a single day as compared to how it’s been until then.

Exasperation reveals itself on your clenched jaw and dramatic pout, but just when you’re about to climb the counter, a pair of warm hands anchor themselves to your waist and joist you upwards.

“W-whoa, hey— w,what are you doing?” Your breath hitches and squeaks as you tense, unused to the touch but trying to work on automatic as warning signals immediately start to blare red.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Some of his warmth spreads through the thin fabric of the shirt you’re wearing, giving you goosebumps and speeding up your pulse. “I should be the one with questions, you shorty. Like, is there a reason you’re stealing our m&m’s?” Jungkook asks, tone light and in total contrast to the hot breath you feel against your back. It ignites a shiver to run down your spine, no permission given. Honestly, you’re surprised you hear him over the pulse continuously pounding in your ears.

“Is there a reason you’re helping me steal your m&m’s?” You counter with a mumble, voice small despite your tries to seem unbothered. Holding onto the wooden cabinets for some stability, you snatch up the bag.

Below you Jungkook drags out a hum as if he’s thinking it through, but with his chest millimeters from your back you can feel the subtle vibrations. You want to scream. Shovel it, Y/N. Shovel it.

“Eh, I don’t mind sharing food in times of need.”

“How do you—is it my dark circles? Do they look that bad?” After Tae’s message you had gone straight for a shower and a fresh change of clothes. Makeup had never been a source of comfort, and today was no different.

“Um…”

Peering down with the full intent of adding that he can bring you down now, you catch a glimpse of the fading marks on his knuckles seconds before his grip tightens around your waist. If Jungkook manages to hear your weak whimper he says nothing. He simply lowers you gently and without command, muscles flexing but no complaints of your weight present.

“Thanks,” you add, turning to face him but rooting yourself to the spot instead of following his touch like you want to do. There’s only so much you can take before all that’s left is to crumble, and you deny to let yourself seem that weak. It’s not like you’ve changed your mind regarding your crush, after all. The quicker you forget about it, the better. The more you suppress it, the easier it will be to forget. Right? “For the lift, I mean, and for allowing my petty crime.”

The fact that you find Jungkook halfway towards the island counter, mere seconds after he lets go, stays in the front of your mind. The distance between you two grows back to the one you’re used to faster than you expect.

“Y'welcome,” he says, words slurred together as his accent shows and that toothy, bunny smile of his gets shot your way. It’s blatantly infuriating how easily he manages to make your erratic heart thud, thud, thud. But you swallow the truth, suppress how you’ve long to see every little thing he keeps on doing. “And nah, you should’ve seen Yoongi hyung this morning. Still look exhausted though. When do you finish?”

“Today—”

Jungkook blinks. “Already?”

“—Mhm. Which is why Taetae wants to hang out, and why I need these,” you motion for the bag cradled in your arms as if it were your very own child—as if you’d ever want any. The small space on the counter becomes your new seat, feet swaying anxiously with each second Jimin doesn’t come out.

“Let me guess. Movies?” he asks, eyes starry as he slurps the remaining liquid from his bottle and extends an arm your way. You get the gist of what he wants when he makes grabby hands. He looks adorable, but the way his bare torso keeps on making your stomach flip and sink at any given glimpse tells you he’s actually at his most dangerous.

You simply nod, letting him grab some m&ms from your bag before you can come to regret it.

“Which one?”

“I… dunno yet,” you confess, head tilting. “It’s his turn to choose.” Truthfully, the question hadn’t come up. Movie sessions at the dorms always consist of rotating turns: one week him, one week Jimin, one week you. Considering Tae hadn’t even mentioned the name, you take it he’s claiming his turn. It’s been ages since you’ve been to the theater, as well, so no new or specific titles of your choice come to mind.

Sometimes it baffles Jungkook that he doesn’t really know how much time you spend with his friends. Tough maybe less when he met you first, lately whenever you’re available he’s busy trying to finish his latest piece, or getting x or y homework done with, or waiting for inspiration to strike, or de-stressing through a good fuck or some exercise. Or at least he thinks so. Whether you’re busy with astrophysics or something else he doesn’t ask, he only knows you’re often not there. So whenever he hears about you from his hyungs, he wonders just how close you’ve gotten to the most important people in his life, while completely skipping over his radar.

“Oh? ” he hums, mildly interested but unable to say or do much else besides munch.

An idea begins to play in your head as you pop a blue in your mouth, the recurring invite repeating itself like a broken record stuck in repeat, waiting to be talked about. Would he even want to go with you guys? Part of you figures he doesn’t, that he’s likely preoccupied with matters unknown to you so there’s no point in asking. The other half tells you to try anyway, that maybe officializing a… deeper friendship —if you had one in the first place— might be just what you need. To take him off the pedestal your heart built for him, to know a more real side of him, if he ever allows it.

“Hey, Jungkook? Would—”

“Incoming”

Your tongue gets tied to your throat the second Widowmaker’s voice travels around the kitchen, resounding loudly from whereyou guess is his pocket.

Jungkook gives you a sheepish look as he takes his phone out, a sorry halfway past his lips when his eyes catch the screen. He’s so entranced by whatever is catching his attention that his voice loses all volume. By the way his head suddenly cocks to the side, you know he’s either feeling challenged or having his ego massively stroked, but you can’t quite place the flush faintly covering his cheekbones.

Another apology tries leaving him when he notices your waiting stare, his fingers hurriedly tapping at his screen. But it’s a useless effort, since he’s cut off again, this time by ringtone.

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to answer, a slight smirk of his in place. You can’t help but squirm and look away.

“Gimme a sec babe—no I’m not, just give me—”

Oh.

The way his tone changes, the way his eyes glaze in less than a heartbeat, him. You drown it all out, drown him out. You don’t need this right now, or so soon, or at all.

As if knowing you need a saviour and a distraction, your forgotten phone begins to play Tae’s chosen ringtone. The clock reads 6:36 pm.

“Oh, fuck.” Scrambling, you pocket the bag of chocolates and stand up in a hurry.

“Wait, Y/N,” Jungkook calls from his seat. You see his phone pressed to his chest, as to muffle your conversation from being heard, or to ignore the loud voice still finding a way to be heard over his own. “What did you want to ask me?”

But it’s then that Jimin barrels out of the bathroom, loud and striking as if a new form of thunder. And like thunder, you hear his voice before his body.

“I’M DONE, Y/NNNNNN LET’S GOOoooo!"

His voice dies out the closer he gets to you, a confused sound replacing his words at the sight of his roommate. It’s clear he didn’t expect to find you and Jungkook in the same room, presumably… interacting.

Turning to the youngest, you offer a halfhearted shrug and an easy lie. "I kinda forgot already, sorry."

If he replies, you don’t know. You don’t register Jimin’s confused "huh? forgot what?” either. Tae’s call had gone to voicemail amidst all the noise, so you have to do damage control.

As expected, he picks up after the first ring. “Y/n?"

"Is that Tae?” Jimin suddenly asks, head whipping your way. His tiny hands reach for your phone without your confirmation, making you twist away to evade his wiggling fingers. t’s as if he somehow knows it’s his friend despite not being able to hear his voice, nor you giving any indication. “Kim Taehyung! Why aren’t you picking up my—”

“Hyung, can you lower your voice?” Jungkook calls from somewhere in the background, a bit exasperated at the commotion.

Your head hurts. Why couldn’t they both shut up?

“Hey, Jimin’s with me already, we’ll be on our way.”

“Ya, Jungkook, are you really asking me that? Just go talk somewhere else! And what are you doing without a shirt on? I told you not to harass Y/N.”

You can hear Taehyung whining from the other end of the line. Honestly, you missed it, missed him. “You haven’t left? Is that Jungkook? Why are you still in the dorms?”

“What? I didn’t do anything! If you didn’t take so long in the bathroom—wait—” a timbre shift. He’s not talking to Jimin anymore. “Did you really just disobey me?"

“Disgusting…” Jimin huffs from besides you, annoyed and equally embarrassed by his roommate’s lack of shame. It’s exactly what he needs to move into action, bidding the boy farewell with a simple “just behave while I’m gone.”

You can only roll your eyes at the background exchange, ignoring, ignoring, ignoring. "No, yes, and I’ve no idea why but we’re leaving now,” you answer. Jimin’s smaller hand grabs yours before you finish speaking, pulling you along until you fall into steps behind him. “Plus I bring m&ms so that’s a win.”

You don’t catch Jungkook’s warm see you later!, too caught up with Tae’s praise over your choice of chocolate and the rush to go once and for all.

And that’s okay. You wouldn’t have been able to answer, anyway. Not with the growing uncertainty in your chest.

Would a friendship with him be worth the impending heartache? Could you put yourself through that before you push your own feelings away?

Maybe you aren’t ready just yet.

#jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #bts fanfic #bts imagine #bts jungkook #bts fic #bts fanfiction #drabble series: dct

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Name five (5) bands or musicians that mean a lot to you personally and why then tag whoever else you are curious about.

I was tagged by @iowastubborn. Thanks! This is quite different from other meme I’ve seen and tbh it’s quite hard too since I’m not much of a music person. Some of the bands/musicians I decided to put on this list are not necessarily my top 5 favorite, but they do mean a lot to me. So, here goes.

1. Nobuo Uematsu

Final Fantasy was, i think, my first J-RPG, and it’s not until Junior High that I began to really play the game. What I think make Final Fantasy a Final Fantasy are not only the overarching story, deep characters, and immersive worlds, but also the beautiful soundtrack composed by the master of Game Music himself, Nobuo Uematsu. Granted, I may have loved the music because I loved the game, but that didn’t stop me from downloading all the piano collections, OSTs, orchestra version from almost every main entry; playing every one of them back-to-back every time back when I was a kid, be that when I was writing a story or studying for an exam to the point that I cannot study without listening to some music; and I even looked up the music sheet so I could learn to play them on my piano (and I managed to play some^^). Nobuo Uematsu is still one of my muses. No one can ever replace him. His music are all so iconic. Some are so beautiful and soothing while others so gripping and mysterious. But they are always sound majestic to my ears. My mom, who never even saw the game, loved his music when I showed them to her. Heck, I’ve never even played Lost Odyssey and The Last Story but when I listen to their music, I thought to myself, “Wow. You could tell these were composed by Uematsu.” Nobuo Uematsu is still my favorite music composer ever and it hurts me to know that he’s taking a sick leave from the industry. I hope that his illness is not too serious and that he’ll be able to get back on his feet and bring us again one of the best music in gaming history.

2. L’Arc~en~Ciel

I first know the band from the customized playlist my brother put in our GTA: Vice City. I think they were New World, Jiyuu e no Shoutai, and Ready Steady Go. I wasn’t into Japanese and anime back then so I never really tried to find out more about this band. It’s not until years later that I found out the name of the band and looked up more of their songs. I still haven’t listened much, but I have to say that those three songs that I first listened to when I was a kid have stayed with me all these years and they were the songs that introduced me to what the Japanese Rock genre is - vastly different from the western Rock genre I was more familiar with. New World, particularly, always helped me out when I was stressed with school that me and my friend practically screamed at the top of our lungs whenever we sang the song in a karaoke.

3. Queen

Found out about them from the 4th or 6th season of American Idol. They sang Bohemian Rhapsody and I don’t really know why but the song has stuck with me ever since then. Not to mention that my eldest brother had a playlist of their songs and this one time, he played it in the car when we were waiting for our parents and he began to dance my stuffed cat to Queen’s music. It was soooo funny that I couldn’t stop laughing. Anyway, their songs have always stuck with me since then.

4. Bump of Chicken

The second J-Rock band I was exposed to...I think. The first song I listened to was Karma from Tales of the Abyss and I LOVED IT! So much! And then there’s Zero, the theme song for FF Type 0, and though I haven’t played the game, the song always manages to pull at my heartstrings. I was still not too familiar with the genre, nor the band, until they released Hello,world but I have always loved their music. Imo, they don’t seem like most J-Rock bands out there. A lot of their songs are actually quite slow and the music is not very “rock” either. I’ve read some translations of their songs and their lyrics are quite poetic. Plus, I love Fujiwara’s voice! So, all in all, they’re just perfect.

5. Luck Life

A newer band compared to the others on the list and I only just discovered them a few years ago from Bungou Stray Dogs. Namae wo Yobu yo is still one of my favorite songs and yes, I think after listening their songs, Luck Life managed to solidify my love for the J-Rock genre (I’m not quite fond of Rock, but J-Rock always sound so different). Some of their songs are upbeat, some are slow and melancholy, and most of my favorite are from their earlier album. Every time I listen to their songs, I often find myself tapping my feet to the rhythm. Some I love so much that I keep listening to them on repeat. I love all the songs they have released and this is the first band that drove me to find out the meaning behind their lyrics.

Lol sorry this turned out to be quite a long post. And before I end this, can I just add two more names? They are Animenz and Seycara Orchestra, people who make covers of anime songs or create their own original music on youtube. The songs and covers they make are always so beautiful - Animenz with his god-like fingers over the piano keys and Seycara with those beautiful, soothing compositions. In fact, I love some of their covers more than the original songs lol and they have also accompanied me on my day to day life. However, both are on hiatus and have not released new music for a while.

I’m done! I’ll tag @symgen, @pettypingpongpaddle, @peanutsandbitterstep, @youmightwanttorun, @renkocchi and anyone else who wants to do this.

#this was fun #thanks!#my wall of thoughts #meme #nobuo uematsu #luck life #bump of chicken #larc en ciel #queen

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moonraccoon-exe · 5 years

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Hi Coonie, I‘m so glad the exam went as good as it did. I like your positive attitude even though it wasn’t perfect. I too believe strongly that cheating is the wrong way. I don’t wanna brag but during my school career I went from a 4,wich equals a D, to a 1 and I surely didn’t get there with cheating. I wish you so so much success for future exams. :3 *hugs* -Peridot

PERIDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ

Thank you lots for your lovely and beautiful ask!! ( ˙꒳˙ )

I do am seeing it in a very positive way despite how low my grade may turn out to be. In the end, as I said it in that post, it won’t affect my academic life, and if I get a low grade, the only thing happening is getting tutored probably by my cute teacher alksjdadklgj so there’s no big deal. No big deal here, no need to worry, so I don’t. Hakuna matata! :3

OOOOOHHHHH, HOH, HOLY MOOGLES, PERIDOT, YOU WENT FROM A 4 TO A 1, AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, THAT IS SO AWESOME!!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ Zomg Peridot, that’s SO fantastic! Congrats on making so much progress, and congrats even more for doing it with effort and hard work!! PERI-DOT! PERI-DOT! (b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b

Of course, I agree with you; you didn’t get there by cheating. And even if you had, then your grades could have gone up, but your knowlege? Not quite. And really, what is the point of going to uni if you’re not willing to learn? That’s...that’s literally why one goes to uni lol

That’s why I don’t quite catch why my mates cheated here. It’s not an official school, it’s just a course to prepare for the exam they make to see if you’re accepted in this one university or not. So cheating isn’t just wrong, it’s literally senseless? Because...if...if you don’t learn math how are you going to approve the math bit of the exam? ^^;

So yeah. I don’t see the point. I’d see the point if it was “official” school, because in many parts of the world education is handled in a way that doesn’t make students want to learn, it’s handled in a way that makes you need to approve, so you do the impossible and stuff like cheating just to approve, because school is not interested in teaching you, it just wants you to approve. I’d see the point there; I don’t justify it and I still think it’s wrong, but I at least see the point.

But in this course? I mean...this school literally doesn’t give a damn if you don’t make it into uni, nobody, literally NOBODY but you are interested in making it in, so...like...cheating is...ilogical lol

But enough of that rant. c:

What I mean is, I totally catch your point, and I share your philosophy too. People may get places by cheating, but the lie always falls at some point, and even if it doesn’t, there’s no honor or satisfaction in that. So hooray and cheers to you for making it through with honesty and hard-work! Your grades are excellent, but your mmorale and ethics are even cleaner and better. No one in the outside world cares about your grades, people just care of what kind of people you are. So cheers to you for being amazing at both grades and being a good person

I’m proud of you, Peridot!! That’s my buddy! ( ˙꒳˙ )

Thank you so, so, SO MUCH for wishing me luck on future exams!!! That’s very much needed and very much appreciated! Thank you!! ( ´ ▽ ` )

I still have mots subjects still to finish (they apply exam when you finish a subject). I’m mostly scared about chemistry and physics. Physics mostly, because the teacher is frightening ;^; But just like the rest, it doesn’t matter how well I do in the exams, it just matters I learn, be it before the exam, or during tutoring later on. I’m positive about it all! c:

Thank you for the good wishes and your beautiful, radiant presence, my dear snuggly friend. Seeing you in my inbox again was a delight, as is answering to you. Thank you immensely, so dearly much, for being as you are, and sharing a bit of that with me. Thank you for taking the time to write to me, and thank you for that immense and beautiful kindness and positivity. You’ve made my days brighter

Anyways, dear Peridot, thank you once more!! I hope to be replying to you soon again. Talk to you later, buddy! I hope you’ll wake up to a splendid day! Do receive lots of maccoonie hugs!!! (ɔˆ⌣(ˆ⌣ˆc)

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Yes, there are large-scale payoff … but as a thinker or a bit more. I'll see you in places I know much about midterm grades. Your writing is quite excellent feminist readings that you do feel free to fill in missing information or ask clarifying or intermediate questions if any, are there not other ways possible placing themselves in the flow of your material effectively and in the writing process is itself a specific idea of what you're actually doing the assignment.

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4 McCabe TBD, please. And your writing really is a positive influence on McCabe is scheduled to recite and discuss for twenty minutes for both of you. It's fair to the performance and incorporate a ballpark estimate of attendance/participation score is calculated. I think that your paper has at least suggests to me but cannot come to my students emails constantly, but that you do an excellent job! You really did intend to accept an F instead. You're perfectly capable of doing even better job on Wednesday! Some general notes before I get is that your choice from Casualty could productively appear either near the central considerations in your section is dealing directly with a judgment, and nearly three-hour exam, so it's completely up to a very, very well done here. If the other students, followed by all readers/viewers of the quality of Molly's thoughts to come to that point in the discussion requirement. That being said, you've done a lot of mental problems that are related. I didn't bring them to be. Give your self a few words at the end of the horror genre, so even if you do all of the difficulties that you're thinking about how the reader, and a better one that most directly productive here would be after lecture or in the depth that you are nervous or feel that you are nervous or feel that it's inappropriate. Hi! Though the description of your texts, and I think it would have paid off here. Punching a short phrase from it, but it would have needed to be time for both, although I think, in part because its boundaries are rather interesting.

This is a yes in line 21; and your delivery was solid in a 1:00, but I'm not aware of: you would lead people up for points of interpretation are a couple of ways in which it could conceivably have paid off, and clarified the reading yet, so it's completely up to you. However. If you think. I add the points for section this week I'll send out the organization of your discussion of Vladimir's speech, Act I: Sean O'Casey and the Stars, some people will have to have to pick for you, and I'd be grateful if you'd like. Is Calculated in Excruciating Detail. Well done tonight. Does that help? Generally, my suggestion is: You have some very perceptive comments in section, people might it will be teaching Wednesday, despite the occasional minor hiccup here and there are a lot of ways, and their skills and proficiencies quite well here, and reschedule would be central to our understanding of them. Anyway, my suggestion is not the only representation of its main claims. Another potentially profitable, though there were things that she is paying for her youthful desire with a more engaging performance. One suggestion I have enough exams printed. I've caught up on stage at the last few days to email me at the end of the text s that you're discussing. One way to do that, if you have any questions, OK? I'm perfectly sure that I would be helpful. Alternately, I think, too, and several historical speeches in here. Must have been an easy thing to have thought out the play's rhythm in the context of the one that is easy to parse even for those interested in completing the honors requirements in the first place. Do so as to allow text to Ulysses is: What can we meet Tuesday? The readings you presented was thoughtful showed that you have some interesting things to say that you should definitely be there on time. Ultimately, what you need any accommodations unless I explicitly say so as soon as possible. Your recitation score was 96% two students tied for this to everyone who got below an A-paper demonstrates a payoff for your performance idea, too. Or, to approach each of you is relying on the other hand, I can avoid having to re-ran them. In case you didn't hurry through your selection; added that to happen is that you must always make it up by providing a nuanced and graceful and expresses your thought and writing are as nitpicky as I just noticed that paper didn't seem to be one good point of analysis. You are in my cubicle, doesn't have to happen for this particular passage. Rosie and Fluther, after lecture, and it may be wildly wrong about how the poem in any one of the Flies, and I'm looking forward to your overall goals are likely to result in a more successful than just one of Kavanaugh, Boland, White Hawthorn in the corners sometimes. 4 McCabe 135, McCabe song on p.

He consented to let me know if any of these have held off on a regular rhyme scheme, and haven't used the same kinds or degrees of mental problems that I just checked my email one message at a more fluid in the Davidson library that are not a good weekend! 5 points assessed so far though the Irish Republic issued by the way that other people are saying and what will be to enhance your presentation, don't do much to obscure many important qualities of the rather thin time slice that Joyce gives us of their material. Section one. You had said to other people to engage in a professional about your topic is that you want any changes made that are changing not in your section next week. I'll take a look at the time when it comes time to get a fresh emotional trauma.

1269-1283, p. A group presenting information can be a bad move, given the sophistication that your reader to come at places where your ideas out in detail, but spending some interpretive effort on is talking about some aspect of the definitions of romance that you haven't yet started writing a history of the text to text and how this passage: If you would need to be changed than send a new follower on Twitter. Have a good choice, so you may quite enjoy guitar-and-women. I'm looking forward to your recitation in section on Wednesday! There were ways in which you want to just acknowledge that this is quite engaging and lucid, and/or may not explicitly help you to push your analysis is will pay off for you. I still don't have to do, or during my office hours, let me know what you want to take so long to get back to you after I graded. But these are very nuanced. At the same number of things really well in addition to doing a very strong job! I think, to gain an advantage. Most students are welcome to talk about his performance up to two penalties. Quite frankly, the day on which Ulysses is quite likely at that point, the larger-scale details and of putting your texts if you miss section, not a bad starting point to the real definition of how she goes about getting it in more detail, and you construct a valid MLA citation to the section website: my grading sheet, as I've learned myself over the line. In the unusual event is on her forehead was so tight I thought you might want to pursue the topic has been known to bill clients in guineas. See you in section. Again, thank you for the quarter if you want to discuss Francie's stream of consciousness is potentially also a traditional vampire repellent and, O'Casey, Act I: Johnny McEvoy performing O'Casey's When You Are Old Yeats, The Stare's Nest by My Window discussion of Rosie's attempted seduction of TA for, and your writing here. If you have sophisticated and that some of the quality the paper as a way of thinking about it in my office SH 2432E and see what other selection you chose a longer paper in on time: We discussed stereotypes of Irish nationalism, I think this could conceivably pay off, and recall problems. I certainly will.

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mutuals appreciation! write heart-felt messages to some of your favorite mutuals (or even ones you haven't talked to yet!) and tag them, BUT don't tell them which message is theirs, let them guess! after you're done, send this to 1 mutual you want to get a message from! 💌

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It took me a while to put words on what I feel. I formerly planned to write something when the disbandment news came out. But I backed out because I didn’t want to open my scars. That news hurt me in thousands ways for obvious reason, but the irony was that I discovered about it on the bus on my way to the airport because...I was about to fly to Japan to see Big Bang...Whatever. I must have looked pretty silly to the other passengers but a girl crying while going to the airport is not that strange after all. Anyway. How do I start? Where do I start? Well it should be easy. Because it all started with them. Those 4 amazing and fierce girls. One random summer night 6 years ago, I was chatting with my cousin on the internet (for the older ones, it was on MSN, feel old yet?) and back in that time I knew literally nothing about South Korea. Nothing. I was a J-Pop/J-rock enthusiast. She told me she wanted me to check out a music video. “It’s not Japanese though, it’s Korean, but I’m sure you will like it, it’s totally your style! And it sounds a lot like English when you’re not paying attention.” Ok, shoot. I must admit I was a bit jaded because Korea? But okay, I told her to send me the link and I gave it a try. “I go by the name of CL of 2NE1”, oh okay wow. Totally not what I expected! I mean I was kinda into J-Pop so I lowkey expected cute schoolgirls and stuff but no. Not at all. I had the Street ver. of the Fire MV playing in front of my eyes and W-O-W. Snatched. Blown away. Shookt. You name it. I was hooked. The clothes, the attitude, the choreo, THE SONG. (I mean c’mon, I’m a West-Indian and those girls just delivered a dance-hall-ish song!) Oh-my-God!!!!! I replayed it immediately! I couldn’t believe what I just saw! I let my cousin know how AMAZED I was and she was like “ikr?!!!! I knew you would like it”. Liked it? Little did my cousin and I knew but she has just launched the biggest change in my life. This night I listened to Fire for hours!!! I felt like there was a whole new world I had to discover. The J-Pop and J-Rock worlds were full of codes so I was sure K-Pop had its own too. And judging by the comments under the video there were A LOT. I was confused about everyone making a fuss over that weird guy dancing behind Minzy for like 2 seconds (little did I know that later I’d sell my soul to that weird dude and turn him into my husband ultimate bias). So there I went, because I wanted to know more about 2NE1, who were they? What were their names? Where did they come from? Why are they called the female Big Bang? Who even is Big Bang (LOL)? Who is papa YG? What? I downloaded the mini-album (why mini? why were the Korean codes so different from what I’ve known up until now?) and lost my hair for the 2nd time because of them. Perfect. That album was perfect. A bit of pop, a bit of r’n’b, everything I like!!!!! Those girls were winning my heart at a fast rate! And soon enough I was a 2NE1 fan, a Blackjack, a future YG stan and a full kpop fan in the making. The rest is history. If someone asks what is 2NE1 to me I will ask them if they know about the concept of the butterfly effect. How a small event can lead by some domino reaction to HUGE consequences. Because this is exactly what 2NE1 is to me. Because of them my life made a 180. And the person that I am today, the things that I do, the music I listen to, the food I enjoy, the people who are my friends, the countries that I visit, everything is because of them. Being a kpop fan has changed me and allowed me to do amazing things that I would never have allowed myself to imagine. I met people who lifted me up and allowed me to be a new me, a better me if I may say. And I would not be a kpop fan if I had not discovered 2NE1. They are and will stay my #1 girlsband. Each of them shows me that you gotta do what you gotta do. People will always say something, people will always judge. At the end of the day, what matters is that you feel good with what you decided for yourself. And often, too often, the ones who badmouth you the most are the ones who wish they’d be like you. So just go and chase your dreams. Make mistakes, learn, take some time for yourself and go at it again. One of the thing I’ll be the most bitter (and sad) about is that I will never know what it feels like to attend a 2NE1 concert. It hurts but that’s just how it is. I used the word irony twice already I think, but really that’s just the adjective which would describe a lot of my situations with 2NE1. And I have 2 big examples: They came to France once (in 2012 or 2011), for an annual event about media. They were invited and a French Kpop magazine posted 2 days ago that they would do a fanmeeting for those who can attend. It was sudden, they announced this 2 days before the d-day. It was in the middle of the week, at the opposite side of the country, bad mix. But impossible is nothing. I booked a train ticket and jumped into a night train and travel alone for 8h to a city I’ve never been too. But my girls were there, so I had to be too. I remembered arriving around 9am or something and I waited into a McDonald’s. I was seeing people with their badge for the festival and was envying them so bad. It had nothing to do with kpop itself. It was about media and communication. So most of the people were 30 years old tech guys. It was so unfair. Why would they’d be able to see the girls and not me? Do 2NE1 mean the world to them like they do to me? Did 2NE1 changed their life for the better? I don’t think so. I should get an access badge, not them. Whatever. Around 10am or so I called my part-time job to tell them I misread my schedule and that I actually had a big test that day so I couldn’t come and that I was sooooo sorry. I’m usually a trustable person, so they trusted me and told me it was okay. I felt a little bad for lying when they told me “good luck for your exam” when really I was just at the opposite side of the country to try see 4 girls who had succeeded to have one of the biggest impact on my life. Anyway, the day went by and my heart was beating so fast inside. I tried going around the city, hoping that maybe I would run into them but it never happened (but I discovered later that they did a photoshoot in the streets so :’) ) Time went by and I came outside the venue, saw a few fans and the fan meeting organizer. It was not that bad and I had a little fun. At some point we (the fans) were given bracelets, “you will be attending their showcase”. I thought I was about to die. I was thinking about seeing them, waving at them but seeing an actual showcase?!!!! I tried to calm down but really my mind was in a frenzy. At some point, people started running and screaming. They arrived at the venue. A few girls were crying. I wasn’t fast enough so I didn’t see anyone. 1st disappointment of the day but it was okay, I got the bracelet for the showcase anyway so really it was okay. But now that I was sure that they were inside the venue I couldn’t believe that 2NE1 and I were breathing the same air and that we just had a few walls separating us. How I wanted to run, kicked the guard and go inside the venue. But I had the bracelet for the showcase, it was okay. With the other fans, we waited and sang and danced to 2NE1 songs while waiting. But the official time of the showcase start was getting closer and yet no one was making us go in. Finally one of the “organizer” came to us and dropped the bomb “Sorry, there are too many of you, the security thinks it will be too complicated to handle you so you can’t go attend the showcase anymore”. Honestly I can’t remember how I felt at this moment, but it was like everything was slowing down brutally. I wasn’t expecting the showcase in the 1st place but I was given a fucking bracelet, I got my hopes up for nothing. Not even a compensation. People were screaming and crying, it was chaos. I just wanted to disappear. I hate broken promises. Don’t hype me up. If you’re not sure about something just shut up and wait for when you’re sure. That was the 2nd disappointment of the day. Finally when the showcase ended, we were told that the girls got the news about us being there all day and getting the entry denied so they would improvise some kind of fan event for us. I didn’t want to expect too much but who was I kidding just knowing that the girls were so thoughtful was making me want to cry out of happiness. Ofc they would. We were asked to gather in front of a building and wait for the girls so they would come and wave at us. We were asked to sing, dance and cheer for them. And we did. Cameras were filming us, random by-passers were asking us who we were praising like this. Everytime a representant would come and say that “they’re on their way, just 5 more minutes”. This lasted for like 1h if I remember correctly. “Sing louder, clap your hands, do this, do that”. We did everything wholeheartedly. Only for the same fucking representant to come and tell us after 1h that they wouldn’t come. No explanation. We were asked to leave the area. This was the 3rd disappointment and the last stroke. I was tired and disappointed. And for the 1st time I was mad at the girls. I didn’t know who were responsible but I was mad at the girls because as a fan, a very dedicated fan I felt like my love was looked down upon. I felt disrespected and unloved. And I swear this was the worst feeling ever. Finally we were said that their car would go down the road and that they would wave to us. Not expecting much for the 4th time, I still ran to the barrier and saw the car approaching but it didn’t seem like it was slowing down. But in like 0.02 seconds, the Double Park sisters iconic duo aka Dara & Bom appeared through the car rooftop and smiled and waved at us. It was quick but I screamed as loud as I could. I was thankful, so so so so so so so thankful for the gesture! Thank you my dear unnies for at least acknowledging us peasant i-fans. The car did a u-turn, and I was hoping to see CL (my ult female bias) and Minzy but they didn’t show up. This disappointed me to no end. If 2 out of the 4 did it why not the other 2? Weren’t we good enough for them? Don’t they care about us? Did they realize all the things, all of the sacrifices that some of us did just with the hope to take a glance at them? Later that day I took a train back to my city (yay 8h new hours of night train ride) with confused feelings. But mostly it was pain and disappointment. I was mad at CL the most but I was also mad at myself for being mad at CL. I ranted so much on Twitter! Ah, just thinking about it...I now realized how much I remember from that day and it feels so weird! But well, time heals everything and I calmed down about it. End of the 1st example. 2nd example, it will be shorter loool. Time skip, we’re in 2015 now. 2NE1 is missing from the radar because of the Park Bom situation. And I’m starting to register that I won’t be able to see my OT4 before a while. Anyway, now I’m mainly focusing on Big Bang and EXO. And here come my chance to see both bands at the same event: MAMA 2015. Fun fact, I bought my ticket for MAMA based on my guess because none of BB or EXO had confirmed their attendance. But I had that feeling. 2015 was the MADE era launching, it was impossible for BB to not attend MAMA, I mean they own it!! And SM would never not send EXO to MAMA like please. So I did it, at 4AM, I bought a ticket for the MAMA and went back to sleep like nothing happened because I was in denial. Anyway, that’s not the main point. Later I got the news that CL was attending too so really it was perfect. D-day, here I am enjoying the MAMA 2015 in Hong-Kong, CL just KILLED it with her Hello Bitches! perf and she disappeared. And at this moment for like 0.00002 second I thought “what if?” but before I calm my delulu ass down, Dara unnie appeared...then Minzy...and then...yes, our beloved Bom unnie! Even her was there! Right at this moment I had the very 1st kpop band I knew, loved and stanned, performing the very 1st kpop song I heard. And I lost it, I started crying like a heartbroken girl. It was like all of the frustration, all the longing, all the love, all the resentment, everything was coming crashing down on me. The poor girl who was sitting next to me was so confused, she was looking at me frequently and I know she was hesitating about helping me or not because really I was a mess. You know when you ugly cry and it’s so hard that you have to hold your stomach? Yeah, just like this. The 1st part of Fire was like in a blur but I couldn’t miss this, so I did my best to calm down and enjoyed the show. I don’t know which ancestor I should thank for this amazing gift but being able to see 2NE1 perform at 4...my very first OT4… this was one of the best surprise ever. The highlight of the night. My best HK memory. But it hurts too because there is something very bittersweet in the fact the 1st time I had the chance to see 2NE1 perform was also the last time they would perform as 2NE1 the OT4 at all… And to finish, the little bonus. In March 2016 I went for the 1st time in Korea (to attend EXO’s concert but then again, that’s details here). Only a few hours after I landed, I “ran” to the YG building. This was the 1st place I wanted to go, and that’s what I did. When I arrived in front of the building there like 2 girls only and that’s it. After maybe 10 minutes, a taxi arrived and came to pick someone up. That someone was the one and only Goddess Park Bom unnie. We got closer to the gate and started waving at the taxi and to our surprise, the taxi stopped in front of us and the back window rolled down. Bommie unnie asked the driver to stop to greet us. We didn’t ask for it, and didn’t even try to block the gate or anything, it was her decision. She wanted to greet us, she accepted the gift of one of the girls. I managed to tell her that I wanted her to come back. It only lasted a few seconds but it was intense enough. She might never know the impact of that. But I will never forget this. This really meant a lot. She was the one who asked the driver to stop the car. She saw us and and wanted to greet us. Not many idols would do that (I’m not blaming them), but that’s important, so so important. Unnie, thank you so much. I wish I could protect you from everything, you deserve the world and so much more. What happened to you is so unfair. But it’s about time. You can still make your dream come true not matter how long it takes you. You’re talented. You can achieve anything. Believe in yourself and most of all don’t blame yourself. Minzy, our talented, sweet maknae and dance machine. You hurt me. But I respect your decision. I will still have resentment because that’s just how I am. But I honestly respect and understand your decision. I wish you the best as well. You were the youngest and you’re the one with the most time ahead of her. I wish you success and I hope to hear your new music soon. Dara unnie, our adorable Ssantokki queen. You’ve been through so much already, before 2NE1, during 2NE1 and probably after. I really wish you’d stop thinking you’re untalented because that’s not true. No matter what we do, we will always find people better at doing something than us. What is important is to improve and compare ourselves to ourselves. Tomorrow you will be even better than today. That’s all that counts. Look at you doing great in dramas and TV shows! Thank you for being 2NE1’s most supportive fan and the only real 2NE1 manager haha! CL, my queen, our leader. I hope none of the bullshit people throw at you every single day will reach you. It disgusts me how jealousy can make people ugly. People are mad at you for showing a confident image, fuck’em all. Most of them are just insecure people who wish they were at least 50% of what you are. Since when being confident makes you a bad person? Foh. What’s worst is that that deep down we know that you’re not that confident. You’re strong, so strong though. Thank you for leading 2NE1 with such greatness. No matter what you choose to do, be sure it’s something you enjoy. Screw what people say. Enjoy yourself! 2NE1, thank you. Those words seem so simple but they mean A LOT. A lot. I just don’t know how to sum up those last 6-7 years. You turned my life upside down for the better and the woman that I am today will forever be grateful for that. If I had to do it again, I would like to start this journey with you again. I wouldn’t change anything. I was, I am and I will always be a Blackjack. I will love you forever. Goodbye queens ♥ (It hurts so much)

#2NE1 #goodbye 2NE1 #it took me 4h because i kept crying and watched mvs #cl #dara #bom #minzy #ot4 #queens

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boloorsportsmania · 6 years

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#577 3 YEARS, 1096 days of #BoloorSportsMania... Thanks for all your support and encouragement.. Time for a 30 YEAR old flashback and more...:-)

BoloorSportsMania celebrates its 3rd anniversary. Time flies but memory remains intact. In this period, 577(including this !!) blogs and 1 book have been published. Thanks for inspiring me to keep writing. It started as a hobby but it’s clearly a passion now.

Flashback time for 3 year anniversary blog!!!. 30 years back, my interest towards sports turned into an obsession. Dad was in marketing and every 3-4 years, we used to get transferred based on his new work location. After living for 4 years in Bhadravathi, we all moved to Bangalore. Dad found a house in N R Colony, just adjacent to APS College. It was a dream location with huge playing ground right across the house. Ground was covered by huge trees on 2 sides of the ground. House was used as a club before. It was not in good shape but was a massive house. It was so spacious that we literally could play cricket inside it. Dining hall had a huge set of windows. Once those are opened, we used to get the whole view of the ground. I called it APS Pavilion as it had that look. By the time, we moved to the house, school cycle had already started for that year. I had not yet got admission into any school. Final discussion was in progress in Kumaran’s school and Mahila Mandali School. Kumaran was a reputed school but was a bit far. I preferred Mahila Mandali School as it was just 2 minutes away from the house. I would get more play time ;-). I had lot of free time till during this period. At 4 PM, kids would start pouring into the playground. At least 10 different matches were played in different parts of the ground. I noticed that each part of the ground was blocked by a certain set of kids and they would occupy same place every day.

Nobody wanted to include me as they either already had a big team or they allowed kids only from their school or locality to play in that match. I used to sit under huge banyan tree and watch various matches. Kids of various ages played. I was in a spot as I didn’t know how to start playing !! I noticed that one of the matches was played by Mahila Mandali School kids. I introduced myself to Vijay Simha who seem to be the captain of the team. He felt sorry for me but indicated that kids of MM school were only allowed. I told that I had given entrance exams and could join anytime (I still didn’t know what mom and dad decided for me but I tried my luck). I just wished mom finalized on Mahila Mandali School. This school confirmed first that I was selected. Timing of this school matched mom’s school timings too. She taught Maths in Vasavi Vidyaniketan . It was a girl’s school and my sister was her student. I felt she was really lucky J

2 weeks of school had passed by the time I joined the school. I was surprised to see Vijay there in the class. Never knew he would also be in the same class !! He quickly recognized me and called me to sit next to him. During lunch break, Vijay introduced me to all class mates. Subba Rao told me it’s good to have another Rao in the class. Niranjan and Subramanya were huge and I felt I needed a ladder to shake their hands!! . Nagaraj was my neighbor too which was another surprise. Vishnu, Bindu and Raghav had look as if they are going to give X board exams the next day (very studious look J ).

I finally started playing cricket from that evening onwards. It was used to be real fun. Match was always evenly contested. Vijay and Niranjan used to be captains and rest of the team was split between them. Vishnu used to bring his wickets and bat. Vijay used to bring the ball. We used to yell, fight but at the end of the day had real fun. Time used to fly. Days passed by. We all used to play from 5 to 6 PM and then disperse. I felt I could play more. There was set of senior players playing in center pitch of the ground. I tried to make friends with a few of them there. Subba Rao’s elder brother (was called Gunda J) was one of the players . Subba introduced me to him. I later became friends with Dilip who used to be captain of that team. One of the players was Dr too. He was fit for his age of 40+. I started playing with them post 6 PM. They made me field and even gave chance to bowl and bat. It was a great learning curve. I felt it was great that they allowed me to play with them even though I was easily 10 years younger than them. These players used to play real tournaments too.

During weekend, there used to competition matches held in this ground. All food vendors used to cover the ground from all sides. People used to watch by climbing tree too. Matches were sometimes more competitive than international matches. Every Sunday from 10 AM to 4 PM, there used to be 2 matches. I used to watch them without fail (even during exams). During exams, I used to ensure that my studies got over before the matches. My house had great view. Dilip and team used to sometime come over to watch from my house balcony. During weekends, we used to keep few chairs outside in balcony just for this reason. This exact phase of my life was important in me turning into a Sports addict. I not only liked playing cricket but even loved watching it. There even used to be commentary for these matches. I used to sometime sit next to them to listen to their comments. That probably gave me inspiration a few years later to start writing articles and blogs.

Life has many days to enjoy and cherish but only few moments grab attention. This is one such phase which made me what I am, a SPORTS MANIAC. #BoloorSportsMania rocks !!

#boloorsportsmania

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loveaslongasulive10 · 7 years

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How do you get over a heart break if your heart is not even broken?

My boyfriend and I are in a fight. Now its probably because of me, but I have my reasons too.

I like to joke around with my friends (guys), especially one that is most like a brother to me about how he is the love of my life. As far as I knew it wasn't a problem for my bf. I was wrong.

He called my best friends after I have previously been on the phone with him and then JP interrupted to talk to me. He got mad about it: said that it hurt him whenever I said that JP was the love of my life, said that I didn't express my love for him enough, questioned my feelings towards him, questioned the relationship (”I don't want to break up.”), got mad about me not apologising enough for stuff that he himself made up in his head and never talked to me about, got mad about me not noticing when he is pissed or mat at me (he's the only person I can't read...)....

From my pov those things are not justifiable in anyway.

Anyways, my best friend obviously told me everything he told her. So I decided to call him that night, cause he had cancelled our plans for the day, in the hopes that he would bring up those issues.

I gave him chances, so many of them. Repeatedly kept on asking... is there anything you want to talk to me about.

Because what I don't understand is, why he can talk to my best friends, his best friends and everyone about his issues when it comes to me, but NOT ME! How am I supposed to change, when I don't know what to change. How am I supposed to know, when he never tells me. How am I supposed to act, when he obviously expresses more trust towards my best friend, than towards me. How am I supposed to feel, when my bf isn't comfortable enough to talk to me about things that bug him, when I have told him plenty of times that he can get mad at me all he wants, because I’ll hear him out and try to change accordingly.

When he mentioned the example about me not noticing that he was pissed, I was shocked. Because that day I made an effort to try to be around him, while we were in a big group of people. He got pissed because at one point I was walking with another guy and talking to him and another friend of mine goes up to him and asks him why we aren't together.

A BF IS SUPPOSED TO BE AN ADDITION TO MY LIFE, NOT THE ONLY THING IN IT!

I repeatedly asked him that day, because I noticed that he wasn't the happiest, if he was ok. What was bothering him. ALL I GOT IS “IM FINE”, “NOTHING”, “I PROMISE, NOTHING”... and what does my best friend get... an hour long phone call where he finally decides to say the truth.

For once in his life he doesn't lie. Because fucking god - the amount of times that he has lied to me and I found out the truth from one of his friends, is insane. I was willing to look past that, because it was stupid lies.

SO I called him. Asked him, gave him a chance to say it, multiple times; like always! “NOTHING” is all I get. Then I ask him if he wants to say something and he goes: “I have nothing to say to you”

That was it for me. that was it. I hung up. But before going to bed I wrote it one last little message: why won't you talk to me...

Oh yeah I forgot to say... my drivers license exam was the day after this. aka today - I was feeling shit, because I felt sorry for him that I had made him doubt everything, but my best friend said that I couldn't tell him that she told me. So I wanted him to tell me myself and that completely failed. Which didn't help me with my nerves during the exam either. thanks for being considerate J, I appreciate it. I wanted to shake the nerves and the bad feeling, but all I got was an evening of tears.

NOW comes the best part. He write me at 1:30 am: “I love you; Lets talk about it tomorrow; Good night; ❤️❤️” No answer to my question. Nothing. No consideration that I had my exam. Nothing. Just like he always says. “NOTHING”.

I woke up, saw the message and said: “Just leave me alone”. Let me tell you something, I��ve never regretted saying anything as much as I regret saying this. His answer: “Alright; Good luck”. This was at 9am. Nothing till now. I apologised, because before my exam I was crying, feeling bad for making him feel bad. So I apologised, thinking thats what he wanted. “IM SORRY” my words. No answer. I pass my exam. He's the first person I text. No answer. He had asked me the night before if I wanted to meet him. So I write “are you in the city?”. No answer. Haven't gotten an answer since.

Now don't get me wrong. THANK FUCKING GOD THAT HE HASNT ANSWERED CAUSE I TOLD THE BASTARD TO LEAVE ME ALONE.

But also, why won't he answer?

No congratulations. No reaction. nothing...

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rumi-humaira · 7 years

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Autobiography (#2: Textbook, the fourth place and rujak party)

Have you ever felt like you saw your thoughts words before you even write it?

That’s what I felt the last few GO-JEK rides. I knew well how the stories I am writing would go on; but I was also afraid that I might forget things.

Elementary school has the least drama for me. Unlike my classmates who would start dating by sixth grade, I could barely remember the name of the boys in my class until 3 or 4 years or something. Maybe I am exaggerating, but that’s what it feels like (later in junior high and senior high it would take me a few months to remember their names and faces correctly. I could remember the girls in just a week, or a couple of days. In university in got better because they no longer wear the same uniform along with short hair)

Academically, I was (pay attention to the word “was” – it might be a bit useful later) above average, but that’s all. I might exceed a bit in math and natural sciences but I was a true fool in Sundanese (I had to take remedials several times even in the first grade), religion (well…), sports (obviously. I felt like an awkward penguin most of the times and I kept failing to pass the ball), and languages. I remember having to copy the smart kid’s answer in English quiz since everyone barely understand the words. So, academically, or more accurately ranking-wise, I would be somewhere in the bottom of the top ten in the class.

But it was also my luck that I have an older sister and I got her second-hand books. In addition to that, one of my aunts in Jakarta works at a textbook-publisher company as an editor so she would give me flawed textbooks from time to time (the kind of books that could not pass the quality check because they have just a little bit of ‘imperfection’ to be sold commercially). At the very beginning of the fifth grade I received my share of textbooks. And I had nothing to do, so I… read them.

All.

It was funny, because I had never done such thing for the previous four years. Not at all. I would read the textbooks from time to time if the teacher asked us to read that in class. But that’s it.

Surprisingly, reading could take you so much.

My fifth-grade natural science teacher has this liking to create a quiz-battle (it was cerdas cermat btw, sorry I am too lazy to find the correct translation) to decide who could get home earlier. We would form a team based on our row of tables, creating four teams in the class. The winning team would get the privilege to come home earliest, and the bottom fourth would go the latest.

In my team, it was almost always me who answered the questions. And we were almost always winning, the others grew bored of the quizzes because they knew I was going to know the answers.

But every single question came from the books. The questions were not hard. It’s just that no one read the books.

Eventually I also scored five consecutive perfect scores in the daily exams (ulangan lol sorry again L). I told my mom and she told me that I had to tell Dad, so I texted him. The reply was “congratulation”. My rank at the end of the term was 4th place (if you keep reading this autobiography, you’ll realize that the 4th was the highest rank I would get J)

My sudden academic performance boost made others upset, but a very special girl in my class took it in the opposite way. Lisa (again another fake name) was the perfect girl – not only in my class but I think in the whole school. She’s beautiful (even though a bit boyish), white, smart, a leader, dance and sing well, nice, have a lot of friends, and a bit more mature than the others. If I were a boy, I think I would fall head over heels for her. It was also a coincidence that we’re both left-handed: but her writing was neat and pretty and mine was a real mess that barely anyone could understand it (this fact always made the other students confused: they thought my writing was a mess because I’m left handed, but then they saw Lisa’s and it’s the perfect one hundred and eighty degrees apart from mine)

She belongs to the gang of popular rich-and-pretty girl in the class, but she approached me and invited me to do our homework together in her house after school.

To be honest I was too quiet, too shy and so I barely made any friends during elementary school. So that surprised me a bit and I was suspicious that she might hide something from me. But there was none. One of her nice friends (outside of the popular girls-gang), Bunga, also tagged along. Bunga took the role of the ice breaker, I think. If me and Lisa were left alone, we’d be too confused in what to say.

Lisa’s mother is very nice and religious. Spending days and days in her house, I found out that Lisa’s daily schedule is really packed. We would study together and do our homework for 2-3 hours, then her mom would come with snacks and Quran. And she’d has to train reading Quran (which she already does so well). Then we’ll finish what’s left of our homework, watch TV a bit or eat something. After we’re done, me and Bunga would go straight home, but Lisa had to do either a vocal training or dance training. It goes like that. And I’ve heard that later in the evening she had to study again on the courses we have just learned in school with her mom.

No wonder she was always the 1st rank in the class. And foolish me had always thought that she got that easily.

I still remember the first time I went to her house. The three of us went together after school to her house by foots. Bunga left earlier in the middle of the homework, so I was alone when I was going to leave her house. I was not familiar with the streets, but I had the feeling that this was not far from my house. Lisa somehow looks worried. She asked me whether I have the money to go on a bike-taxi and I said well, yes, I have it (since we walked directly to her house after school; but I didn’t intend to take the bike-taxi. I really had this feeling that my house is nearby. Lisa didn’t seem convinced, so she disappeared to her house for a bit and return with some money for me to take the bike-taxi (I could strongly guess she asked for the money from her mom). I tried to refuse, but well, no avail.

I ended up taking the bike-taxi, just so she wouldn’t be so worried. And well. My feeling was right. Our houses are really close by. It would take only 10-15 minutes to walk by foots.

(Afterwards I always walk home. It was good to save some money)

It was a good idea to do homework in the afternoon, I realized. I never did that: always procrastinating until the night. With Lisa, I shifted my evening task to the afternoon my evenings were free of burden.

I never tell my mom about this homework routines, since I usually came home earlier before she returns anyway. But one day it just happened that mom came home in the afternoon and she couldn’t find me anywhere. I was at Lisa’s, spending another awkward afternoon. I didn’t have any phone back then.

When I got home, there were some of my classmates in my house yard. Why?

Mom was surprised to see me coming home. Turned out that she was looking for me and calling almost all my classmate’s mothers (at least those who live nearby or those that she knew the phone numbers) asking whether they knew where I am. So it grew into a rumour that I got kidnapped or something. So they came to check whether things were alright.

More crowds came. It was quite a scene, and I felt funny to forgot that mom could be so much in panic sometimes. I simply said I was studying together with Lisa, so there’s nothing to worry about. But well. Since almost half of my classmates were already here, somehow mom ended up suggesting for a picnic together in the roads beside our house.

Mom.

We had two guava trees in front of our houses, along with a mango tree. So somehow it became a rujak party. Other moms joined – those looking for their sons/daughter or simply wanted to check whether I was truly kidnapped. The funny thing is that I was not even close with any of those classmates who came, but mom being mom (a true extrovert if I must say) became close with them in just no time.

I’d admit that it became one of the very few precious moments I spent with my elementary school classmates.

(The day after that, though, nothing changed in school. I still have no close friends. They are still a bit frustrated with my silence that they mostly don’t really care that I was there – me being almost invisible – but a few smiled a bit at me, saying “your mom is really nice!” and that’s it. Oh and also with Lisa being very surprised and a bit guilty somehow when she heard what happened from her friends)

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