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levisgirll · 4 years ago

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How about one where levi comforts his s/o on her birthday? She maybe doesn't feel as important or not good enough? My bday is actually coming up and im a bit anxious for it and i tend to cry on my birthdays for no reason, but now im feeling as if i have a reason to cry? idk but i just would like some fluff/comfort with levi bc i love him sm. Thank you!

𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚�� 𝐝𝐚𝐲 (𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

text: hello anon!! First of all thank you so much for your lovely request I would gladly write this up for you 🥺💕 and second HAPPY EARLY/LATE BIRTHDAY <3 I hope I am not too late and you get to see this post either on your birthday or before :,) I hope you have a lovely day filled with love and laughter cause everyone deserves that on their birthday 🥰 and also I hope this post somehow helps you go through with your bday and makes u feel perhaps less anxious or sad! I kind of felt like this on my last birthday but I went to read some fanfics and they kind of helped me out and made me smile so I hope that is the same case with you when you read what I wrote for you :,) also i made this modern au ahhhh

synopsis: it’s y/n’s birthday! He tries to make this day special as it is since he wants his s/o to realize that! Later he finds out that his s/o feels on this very day not that important and also tears up. As Levi discovers that, he does and says things only on your birthday that really made you surprised and on this day you felt extremely good and special y/n cries happy tears instead <3

comfort fluff, bit angst, a little bit suggestive (?), modern au ♡ —

Today is the day, and not any day but Levi's s/o birthday! He woke up extremely early for this day. He had already planned out what to do coming from a man who is pretty much organized and ahead of things you weren’t shocked to see him getting up quite early.

“Levi..?” Y/N said in such a soft and tired tone, it really warmed his heart. “Love...Happy birthday.” He would go near your ear and whisper that, then gave you a kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry I didn't mean to wake you up...Go back to sleep.” He would say as he pushed your hair back gently that was laying on your face. You felt his warm fingertips brush against your cheek and you open your eyes slightly to look at your man, Levi that was up and putting his shirt on. You got up a bit reached out and pulled on the his shirt “Wait...don’t leave.”

He turned around quickly and looked at you, ‘Why does she sound uneasy....?’ He would wonder as he came closer to you and kissed on top of your head. “Silly, I’m not leaving or going anywhere. I’ll be in the kitchen so just rest a bit and I’ll wake you up later on, Hm?” Levi said with a smile, after the war and when you both left Paradise to start a life in the outside world, Levi started to smile more, laugh and be even more affectionate towards you and this warmed your heart. He promised you that he would protect you till the last days even if there was no war anymore and also....promised you to show you more love cause he deiced to spend the rest of his life with you, and he was in progress in doing that!

After a couple of hours, you felt a small rub on your shoulders. “Time to wake up birthday girl” He gave you a warm smile and helped you get out of your shared bed. You felt how gentle, and careful he was for you...he truly did cherish you and loved you a lot, you meant the world to Levi.

As you were brushing your teeth, Levi was brushing your hair and when he was done he would put his arms around your waist and kept kissing your neck until you were done and ready.

Your cheeks were red now and you had a shy look on your face. “Ha, Don't be shy with me Love, it’s just us alone.” He would say and softly rub your arms. “Let’s go then?” and you give him a nod and held on his hand.

When you both went downstairs, you gasped and was taken aback by what you saw. A beautiful breakfast that was set up and prepared for the both of you, a sack of pancakes with fruits that was cut by him, your favorite fruit juice, and there was a vase with a bouquet and you could see a card that was hidden in the beautiful flowers he picked out for you and it was written ‘Happy Birthday my Dearest’

“Wow, you did this for...me?” You would say while giving him a sad expression that almost broke his heart. “Who else?” He said with a sarcastic tone and pulled your hand towards the table. You and Levi enjoyed the breakfast and you both had a good morning filled with laughter.

“Sit down, I’m gonna clean the dishes” you nodded and went to sit on the coach. You then started to feel...a bit anxious? Y/N wondered how the rest of the day would go and you started to think if what Levi did was all worth it?

“Love, what's wrong?” Levi was quick to read your vibe, he approached you from behind, and sensed you were feeling perhaps down. “Nothing...”

“Yea I’m not gonna buy that, tell me....What’s wrong?” Y/N stood up slowly and was looking down, her hair was covering her face and that made Levi quickly go in front of her and held on her shoulders. Tears then started to roll down from your cheeks and Levi pulled you to his chest for a hug. “I-I don’t know why I’m tearing up! But I am feeling as if I have a reason to cry and I usually cry on my birthdays Levi...I’m sorry, it’s probably for nothing.”

“Why are you apologizing?” He hugged you tighter and then proceed to stroke your hair. “These feelings are completely normal, why apologize for it? But it’s okay you don’t need to explain why you are crying love.” Levi waited for y/n to calm down as he caressed her hair, and Y/N pulled her face away from his muscular chest and looked up at him. He gave a small smile to her and wiped her tears “Let’s....make those tears not for ‘nothing’ or for ‘no reason’ to be wasted, but instead let me make those tears a reason for you today. A reason that caused you to smile and laugh today.”

Levi was now looking at you in such a loving way, you could feel all his love, emotions, the way he caressed you, hugged you, touched your hair gently and now holding both of your hands, it warmed your heart. He was indeed a man who was really mature, and has a great deal of empathy towards Y/N. Levi understood your feelings cause of the deep love he had for you. “You are important to me, okay? So, let me make those tears....happy tears instead.”

After a while, Levi told you to get dressed up and ready because he was going to take you somewhere. You both left your apartment that you both shared at the moment and walked down the street, while Levi tightly holding your hand and on the other hand he was carrying a brown paper carrier bag which had something in it. “What’s inside?” “A surprise.”

Later did you know, you both reached a huge garden park and you saw a group of people that you recognized. Your friends! “Everyone!”

As soon as Hanji hear you, Hanji came running towards you and hugged you tightly which was then followed by Jean, Mikasa, Armin and the rest all wishing you a happy birthday!

You then spotted Onyankopn, Falco and Gabi preparing the huge picnic filled with a variety of delicious food and then Levi brought out the cake which he designed and baked just for you.

The whole afternoon was spent with your loved one, friends and you all had such a great time, playing some card games, tennis which Jean and Connie that they brought along with them. You were packed with so many gifts too, and Levi was holding on to your waist and hand the whole time and would sneak in some kisses on your cheek when no one would look. Hanji then talked about how your relationship was going and Levi would suddenly talk really highly of you, and pamper about you then he would mention all of the times you meant a lot to him and he cherished.

The sun started to set and everyone was heading to leave, and Levi held on your hand and you both went to see the sunset while sitting on the bench. You found the sunset really beautiful, but to Levi he thought you were more prettier. He held on your hand and then said while focusing on your eyes “You know...When you are not around, I always crave for your touch. You just make me feel good so I always find myself a chance to hold your hand constantly.” Before you could say anything, he gave you a box that was wrapped with a ribbon. “Open it.” Your eyes widen when you saw the gift, it was Rose Gold Watch and it looked rather expensive but extremely charming. He went closer to you and brought your wrist closer and wore the watch for you. “I knew this would suit you.” Levi smiled again and looked at you, tears were now forming on your eyes but this time...it was happy tears and you gave him a big smile that really warmed his heart. “Thank you Levi, I really love you...” He went closer to you and kissed your cheek which washed away the tears that was rolling down. “I love you more....And didn't I say I would make that happy tears today, Hm? But we aren’t done, your birthday did not end yet”

After you both reached home, you both went to the bedroom and you started to change into your comfy silk nightgown, while Levi took of his shirt and was only...wearing his joggers? ‘Wait...He would only do that if he is in the mood’ You thought as you started to blush slightly.

“Lev-” Your words were taken aback when Levi suddenly embraced you and kept his face in your neck while bring his arms around your waist. “Can...I make you feel good tonight? I want to make your birthday memorable....just for today.” It was more of a whisper when he said it, and you managed to hear it all even though you could feel his heart beating fast.

Your face was now red, you could feel his back muscle tense up and the detail of it as you caressed his back. You nodded, which Levi sensed and acknowledged, but asked again. “I need to hear your answer love.” He was now looking at you and he held on your shoulders, waiting for a response and he would not let you go until you answered. “Yes Love” You said with certainty and looked back at him which he suddenly blushed with you how you responded. Levi did had a tough and strong personality from the outside, but when it came to moments like these he was really soft and usually shy but tonight he wanted to try his best for you, cause you meant the world to him.

He picked you up and you could feel his biceps around you which you held on as he gently laid you on top of the bed, with Levi being on top of you. He leaned in closer and gave you a kiss on your forehead. “Oi! I can be romantic…So why are you giving me that look?” He said with a smirk and that made you laugh. “Hmm...Prove it then.” You challenged him and that made his ego boost up. He proceeded to kiss all over your face which made you giggle as some of them tickled, and then he stopped and reached the edge of your lips which made both of you open your eyes and gazed into each other, both feeling the affection and attraction. “Shit...it drives me crazy when you look at me that way.” He went and kissed your lips, it was soft, slow and very passionate...you could feel all of his love in that kiss as you held on his biceps while his arms where between you for support.

“Where....else do you want me to kiss you?” He moved closer to you as he whispered near your ear, you felt his hot breathe which made you shiver. “A-Anywhere..” You were a blushing mess right now, but you weren't alone your boyfriend Levi’s face was redder than yours.

“O-Okay....Y/N I’m gonna make sure tonight you feel loved tonight, and I want you to focus right now how good you are and how wonderful you are.” As he said that, your face was burning up, ‘what made Levi say this all?’ you wondered.

He came closer to your neck, and was kissing it...you held on to him and hugged his chest, and he was doing it gently. This then left a small hickey on your neck and he was surprised as it was kind of dark.

“I will leave this mark on you so you can remember my love tonight, and know that you are always in my thoughts Y/N” He brought his hand and caressed your cheek which you held on, “And...when its gone, I’m here to give you another one.”

Perhaps, in the days you cry, there would be sad days, but today was a special day which was your birthday, and that not only gave you any tears but instead happy tears which was cause of Levi giving you the warmest/sweetest comfort and love throughout the whole day and especially the whole evening. You really did love Levi Ackerman.

well i hope you enjoyed this! I tried something new and I really see levi doing this for his s/o especially in days where he wants to make them feel loved and he really tries his best to comfort them <3 I hope you loved this anon and you get to see this and also if anyone else did please leave a like or a reblog! ♡

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myelocin · 4 years ago

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tomato sauce for hello, and mornings for i love you

synopsis: “you are the who, love is the what, and this is the why.”

genre: fluff | wc: 2,300+

characters: konoha akinori

this is why i need you | jesse ruben

a/n: HALLOW??? HALLOWWW?????? @gg9183 MY ANGEL MY LOVE HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO U we will ignore the fact that i am late i meant to post this yst but my laptop updated and i didnt save a fat chunk of this LOL. (speech aside) i love you. konoha loves u. i’m in this corner of the world blowing a candle for u and cheering u on always. happy birthday my best girl <3

It’s a good day to love you today.

Konoha’s up by seven, then at the grocery store by seven forty-five. A quick breakfast in the car: just a bottle of orange juice and a bag of chips that he just knows you’ll scold him for.

Pick up the balloons after heading to the bakery, then finding a way to somehow sneak all of what he has prepared in the house before you wake up. He smiles, delighting in the thought of another year with you.

Three birthdays together, a little apartment situated close to the city, and a multitude of inside jokes that would piss off Bokuto on the days he feels excluded. You snicker with him when he whispers his commentary towards you in the theaters, and he’ll do the same when you critique how the popcorn tastes that day.

There’s a lot of unknowns that balance what keeps the joy afloat, he thinks. He doesn’t know what to say when calling the doctor for his yearly checkup, and he doesn’t know how to counter the what-if scenarios the two of you usually talk about.

Sitting in his car, he chuckles. The rush hour of the morning borders unforgivable today, and while he could have sat still in his car, grumbling about the inconvenience, he settles for huffing towards it instead—defining factors like that as one of the inevitables in life.

So he thinks of you.

He left the house a little before sunrise, with you still asleep in bed. On the left side, wrapped in 75% of the blankets, with the plush cradled in between your arms. Some days he regrets winning that for you. While you said the expression on the hamster’s face mirrors his when he’s coming home from a rough day at work, it’s also the same plush that’s usually sandwiched in-between the two of you every time he tries to hold you at night.

Some days it’s like that, but today, he’s thankful it’s there to keep you company while he’s out here.

He’s always heard about the things people do for love, and while in the beginning he was never one to believe in its influence, as he catches a glimpse of himself on the rearview mirror, he laughs. There’s at least ten paper bags from the grocery store—all of which are meant just for breakfast, and a box with the god-awful hot pink wrapping paper he couldn’t have changed at the very last minute.

It’ll have to make do, he supposes. Slip ups happen sometimes, and in love, perfection is only a far-fetched dream.

In youth, love is make believe. Love is the ice cream truck that passed by his street every afternoon, and the coins his mother would leave out on the kitchen table for him just enough to treat himself. Love is the stories and the idea that he’d find a hand to hold and squeeze tight, even if all the boys in class would roll their eyes and stay away from the cooties.

Love is good.

Then as it stays good, love becomes great.

He learns of that the second he turned twenty and met you on aisle three of the grocery store at 2 in the morning. Pyjama bottoms, hair in a bun, and you’re squinting at the labels—trying to decide whether to get chocolate or vanilla for the frosting.

He said his hello then, because love at that time was also the three second push that came into his life as a show of brevity.

Konoha eases off the brakes, letting the car roll for a good couple of meters before slowly coming into a stop again—the traffic still present.

With a sigh, he resorts to tapping on the steering wheel and reliving through the memories again. He had no game then, he realizes. He approached you with half of the pickup line he plucked from reddit jumbled up as he said it, and he had a tomato sauce stain on his shirt.

Now that he thinks about it, he looked a little sleazy.

But the world has its ways of redefining what it means to be perfect, he supposes. What happened after was you turned your head, two tubs of frosting on either of your hands, and a smile already cracking its way through the prior confusion on your face.

And shit, he remembers, that’s all it took for him to realize that perhaps this is what they mean about the great that comes with the redefinition of love.

From then, you became a fixture of his every day. Three years since tomato sauce stains and your icing dilemma, he still learns more and more about you, finding home and falling in love as the days go by.

So today is a good day to love you.

Your third birthday you’re celebrating with him, and he’s in his car crawling his way through the traffic with a jar of tomato sauce and two kinds of canned icing in the paperbags in the back seat just to commemorate the first hello.

Tapping his finger against the steering wheel, he smiles. There’s a comfort in knowing that you’re headed home. Back to you, back to love.

He hopes that god awful plush is keeping you warm, Konoha thinks with a smile. Then with a laugh, he steps his foot off the brakes again, the world letting what’s there flow as motion comes once more and eases him into the road that brings him closer to you.

An hour later, he’s trudging up the stairs.

To be fair, in the parking lot he did try to think of at least a speech to present to you. Perhaps the classic ‘I love you, babe. Happy birthday,’ followed by a suave look, a bouquet of flowers, and breakfast in bed. He smirks, knowing even though blunt sentimentality has never been you nor his’ style when it comes to communication, you always had a soft spot for the moments where he did remind you that his love will always have the intention to stay.

Staring infront of the door, all it takes to put himself together is a deep breath, an honest smile, and just like that, he’s good to go.

Cake in hand and the strings to the balloon pinched in between his fingers, he nudges the door open, trying to be quiet as he cranes his neck and listens for noise inside the house. Delighting in the silence, he makes his way in, careful so he doesn’t disturb the peace.

Mornings have always been easy with you.

You wake up around the same time as he does, and breakfast is always shared at a table for two. Easy conversation, sleepy smiles, and little chuckles sprinkled before the beginning of the day is kickstarted.

Konoha smiles. There’s a cake with a smiley face iced in the center and a bouquet with all your favorite blooms in tow. A whole lot of love is the product of the bits built one on top of the other from the everyday that remains his—though it’s as much as yours too.

There’s love found in home, three years shown within, and the subtle promise of a lifetime in the presence that stays.

“You know,” a voice jolts him. Konoha, wide eyed, turns towards the kitchen, quickly spotting you.

You’re sat in your usual spot by the window, a bowl of cereal in front of you, and his hoodie wrapped around your frame. You smirk at him, spoon in hand, eyes to him. “If you’re going to surprise me, you could have probably pulled it off if you didn’t have a whole concert in the shower.”

His tongue pokes his cheek, the red on his face displayed in full colors because of how bright the morning is. “Last night you said you were sleeping in, so I figured you’d be knocked the fuck out till 10 or something.”

“That was the plan,” you laugh, shifting your eyes back down to your breakfast and scooping up a bite.

You hear a huff, then when you turn to him, you smile again. Konoha’s standing a little awkwardly in the middle of the living room now. His Donald Duck house slippers on, and his socks aren’t even matching. On top of the paper bags on the table, he’s still trying his hand at balancing the cake, bouquet, and strings from the balloon in his hand.

He’s looking at anywhere but towards you.

Laughing softly under your breath, you throw him a lifeline. “Want me to turn around and have you clean up your entrance so that I can pretend to be surprised when you say happy birthday?”

When you look back up, he’s already made it halfway across the living room, just now stepping into the kitchen to plop down on the seat in front of you. Puffing his cheeks, he sets the boxes down on the clear end of the table and leans forward. Meeting him halfway, you smile as he presses a quick kiss on your temple.

In laughter, he eases into love. “Happy birthday,” he smiles.

Smiling along with him, you hold out the spoonful you meant to give to yourself in offering towards him. “Morning.”

Even though he’s a little disappointed he couldn’t pull off the surprise, the smile on his face is still cheeky when he faces you. Mornings are easy, he thinks again, because love is.

“I can still cook for you,” he offers, taking the fork from your hand and reaching in the bowl to pick at the bits of fruit instead of the actual cereal.

You quirk a brow in his direction. “By that do you mean you’ll just plate the takeout you got and hide the boxes so you can tell me you cooked for me?”

“Will that impress you?” Konoha laughs, the smile on his face easy.

“Depends,” you shrug. “What kinda takeout did you get?” Peering into the boxes he tries to shield with his body, he eventually moves away with a laugh when you swat him on the shoulder and poke him to the side. “Was anything even open this early?”

He points the fork with the slice of strawberry in your direction, his face smug. “I ordered in advance.”

Narrowing your eyes, you lean forward and take a bite, laughing when he gives you a look for biting the piece you don’t doubt he’s been eyeing for a while now.

You snort, recalling the memory of him hunched over the desk the other night, shooing you away everytime you’d enter the room. “Tell me you didn’t bother that poor auntie at 11 in the evening just for this?”

He looks away, eyes closed. “I’m a resourceful man.”

“She’s in her sixties and 11 is probably three hours past her bedtime!” you laugh.

Konoha looks at you anyway, smiling. “But are you happy I got you your pastries?”

Eyeing the box, it doesn’t take much for love to resettle into peace again, your joy quickly mirroring his. “You drove all the way there for me?”

“Always for you,” he responds, like it’s the most obvious thing.

You reach forward and pinch his cheek, finding love in the silly bits of him too. “But you always complain about how annoying it is to drive this early in the morning. I know rush hour’s a bitch,” you try to reason.

He shakes his head. “I know. But it’s your day.”

“You drove there last week too when I was craving,” you mutter. Konoha crosses his arms one over the other, and leans his head against it down on the table. Looking through his lashes and up at you, he beams. “That’s because I love you.”

Poking through a bigger piece of fruit from your bowl, you bring the fork towards him, until it’s just barely poking at his lips. “You know, you’re really sweet when you’re decided.”

Accepting the strawberry, Konoha suppresses a chuckle. “I’m always decided when it comes to you, what do you mean?”

Shrugging, you sift through the contents of your bowl, looking for more slices of fruit. You’ll add more next time, you note in the back of your mind. He smiled more when he ate the strawberries instead of the initial blueberry.

“I also got tomato sauce and icing,” he admits, tilting his head to the paper bags still on the coffee table in the living room. “To commemorate hello.”

“So you’re a poet now, I see,” you tease.

“I can be a lot of things in this life.”

You tilt your head. “Like?”

“I’ll tell you once I think about more things that impress you the most.”

You smile. “Just be Akinori.”

He smiles again, love written along the peace in his expression. “Deal.”

“It’s nice to be loved,” you tell him, eyeing the bouquet with the blooms and the cake with the smiley face peeking through the window of the box.

“Because I love you, that’s why,” he replies.

Morning is easy.

A table for two, light conversation, and a history lived and loved even though silence tends to resettle in the room from time to time. Memory relished through love and the flow of the day nurturing enough for him to delight in the moment and feel at ease because this is the kind of love that’s meant to stay kind for a lifetime.

“Happy birthday,” he smiles, and when you look at him, he thanks his lucky stars for that three second rush of brevity that pushed him to begin love with a hello.

ily always <3

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liibrii · 4 years ago

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Chapter 3: In the light, your name

Ojiro Aran x fem!reader

Series Masterpost || Ch. 1 || Ch. 2

wc: 4.7k

warnings: time skip spoilers, swearing, internalised guilt and shame, intrusive thoughts, self doubt, drinking.

a/n: this only took forever cause I got carried away (what a surprise). if you wanna be tagged in future chapters lemme know, and as always feedback is greatly appreciated!

A step forward, two steps back. Like a dance, just like his mother taught him, dancing and laughing back home, only this dance holds no joy, only cruel turns and twirls and your hand slipping from his as fate whisks you away.

“One Ace special coming up!“ Osamu places a plate of freshly made onigiris in front of Aran. They look amazing, as if taken directly out of one of those fancy cooking books. The practice had been especially gruelling that day and yet Aran has no appetite. All he wants is to go home and sleep. He would have, if Gao hadn't dragged him to the newly opened Tokyo branch of Onigiri Miya.

More out of politeness than really being hungry he takes a bite. It's good, much better than ones he remembers Osamu bringing to practice. “Woah, this is tasty!“

Osamu practically beams at Aran's praise. Even he has changed, notices Aran. Has he grown a little? The grey of his hair is gone, and he smiles so much more. Aran doesn't remember ever seeing him so talkative.

Has everyone changed so much while he wasn't paying attention?

While chewing he pulls phone from his bag, in some silly hope there'd be a message from you. But the screen is empty and seeing his screensaver is almost a mocking to his hopes. What else did he expect? People don't always mean what they say, but a storm doesn't mean to blow away roofs either.

Lost in his thoughts Aran barely takes notice when Gao says his goodbye and other customers slowly start leaving.

Osamu closes the shop then places two more cans of beer on the counter. Without much enthusiasm Aran opens the can and pours the fizzling liquid into a glass. Which drink was it, third? Fourth? For a moment he considers telling Osamu everything. About you, how he feels and how he screwed up. Just to get it out there. But Aran knows Osamu talks to Atsumu, and Atsumu never learned what keeping a secret means. So he blames his sour mood on practice.

Even if Aran was a good liar Osamu'd see through his little ticks. They've been the same ever since elementary school and so obvious; the nervous scratching of his nails, rubbing of his neck. Ever since he'd grown a beard he added rubbing it to the list.

“I should probably get goin',“ says Aran before downing half the glass in one long gulp.

“What's a few more minutes?“ Osamu doesn't bother pouring his beer. “I'll clean up later. Don't have any other plans anyway.“

A low chuckle leaves Aran's lips. “Life goin' that good, yeah?”

“Could say that. Could be far worse. How about ya?“

Aran massages his temples. He's getting light headed and still he takes another long sip. “Like ya said, could be far worse. Had a rough couple weeks. Women, ya know?“

Osamu hums and nods, wisely. “Women. Got dumped, did ya?“

“In a way...“

“What happened, did ya forget her birthday or somethin'?“

Aran laughs. Oh no, he knows exactly when your birthday is. “Said somethin' stupid.“

“Just somethin'? If she gets upset so fast then maybe she's trouble.“

“Wasn't like that. She trusted me and I... had a bad day and took it out on her.“

Osamu takes an onigiri Aran hasn't touched yet. “Have ya apologised?“ He asks with his mouth full. “Should start with that,“ he continues after Aran shakes his head, “treat her to dinner. I know some good restaurants if ya want. Or better, cook somethin' yerself.“ He opens the browser on his phone. “What's her favorite food?“

Aran tells him. “Whichever recipe ya find I can tell ya right now I can't cook it.“

“I found a few even Tsumu can make,“ laughs Osamu still scrolling through his phone. “What's she like? More into fancy stuff or more homey? Fried rice's easy but not very fancy, more of a safe bet. Maybe with an omelette. I can show ya how to make it to look like a panda. Success guaranteed!“

“How can omelette look like a panda? It's yellow.“

“A yellow bear then,“ Osamu shruggs before putting away his phone. “Does she like bears?“

“Does- I ain't sure...“

“Ya don't know?“

“No! Why would I? Is that what ya ask folk ya take on dates?“

“Usually I ask what they think about apple curry.“

“I don't think she likes apple curry... Or maybe she does...“ He gloomily stares at the empty glass in front of him. “Gimme one more.“

Osamu obliges and pours him one more, deciding this is the last one for him. Aran's eyes are getting glassy and he dreamily observes the white foam before downing half the glass.

“We went down to the Kamakura beach,” he says, scratching at his immaculate fingernails. “She looked s' pretty in the sunset... She likes sunsets... I think. Ain't sure 'bout anythin' these days.“

“Everyone likes sunsets,“ nods Osamu. “Never trust people who don't like seein' sunsets. I'm tellin' ya, buy her some udon. Or bring her here, I'll give ya a special discount.“

Aran bursts into laughter. “He'll know then...“ Osamu leans his head to the side, wondering what his old teammate meant by that. “She's ex of a friend.“

“Ow,“ is all Osamu says. That explains everything. You don't date a friends' ex. “Sorry. She sounds great.“

“Yeah, yeah she is... Kinda almost like a whasit's called again, kotatsu? Warm...“ He's just blabbering now, his mind a hazy labyrinth of disconnected thoughts. He misses you, he misses you so bad, and he fucked up, and he doubts cooking you a dinner would repair the damage he's done. Once it would be pretty easy to bribe you with the right snacks but you've changed. You've changed so much he still fears he doesn't know you at all. “Hey Samu? Hav' I changed?“

“Yea? I doubt the old Aran-kun wouldda come to me for advice.“

Corners of Aran's lips perk up. Why is his glass empty? “Yer a good guy ‘Samu. Can ya call me a taxi? I've got practice t'morrow.“

He has to stop visiting Onigiri Miya on the evenings Aran thinks on another morning after drinking and talking with Osamu till late night hours. The cool breeze of the early morning hours is refreshing but isn't doing anything to ease the hammering in his head. Sky without a cloud promises the day to be sunny and hot. Aran's just glad he found his sunglasses ad that the gym has air conditioning.

There's a distant ringing in his ears. Ringing that doesn't stop and causes other people on the train to send him sideway looks. It's because his phone is ringing but he's too focused on trying not to throw up to notice. He only does so once he's walking the short walk from the train station to the gym. Seeing your name over the 'missed call' almost makes him drop the phone. He calls you back, frantically tapping his fingers on his arm, hoping you'll pick up. You don't.

The sun is too bright. Pouring rain would be more appropriate to his mood. Aran's glad he can hide from the warm rays inside the gym. No matter his mood volleyball always takes his mind off things, and even now he hopes it will help him see things more clearly. The thought of you has become a wind chime, singing at every little thing that makes him think of you. Staying focused on the ball in front of him is harder than expected. But first and foremost he's a professional volleyball player with a new season just around the corner. He can't let his team, his fans down. Since your first year of high school you've been his supporter too. He can't let you down.

When his phone rings again he’s in the middle of receiving drills and this call too goes unanswered. Instead your message waits for him.

(9. 45) Aran are u free this Sunday? the shrine down the street is holding a festival. wanna come?

A wide smile spreads over his face. He's more than happy to come he writes back, his smile spreading even wider when only a few moments later you text him place and time.

“Ojiro what are you looking at?“ Gao peers over his shoulder and Aran quickly puts his phone away.

“Nothin'“

“Nothing, ey? Does the nothing have a name?“

Aran rolls his eyes and heads for the showers, ignoring the teasing laughter of his teammates. Honestly, he's too excited to see you to care.

Aran glances on his phone to check the time. Five more minutes and he'll be only ten minutes early. He kicks the small stone form the pavement onto the road. Then he straightens his shirt. Maybe this colour wasn't the right choice after all, maybe you would've liked the red one better. Once in passing Akagi said red looked good on him. He sends you a short message, letting you know he's already here.

Minutes later he catches the sight of your figure manoeuvring between visitors flocking towards the many stands. “Sorry, I got worried all the best mochi'd sell out,“ you apologise, pointing to plate full of different kinds of mochi in your hand. “Samu isn't here yet?“

“No.“ His heart clenches. He didn't even think about the possibility of you inviting anyone else. “He's probably just late,“ he quickly adds, “let me call him.“

“Always late,“ you complain, “tell him I got his mochi but if he doesn't appear soon I'll just eat them myself. Want one?“

He declines the sweet and you shrug. While he waits for Osamu to pick up he avoids looking at you. The call goes unanswered. “I'll send him a message.“

“Tell him every minute he's late is a free onigiri,“ you mumble, your mouth full of delicious mochi. “And he's paying for drinks. I saw a stand with soya smoothies up the street. And a stand with takoyaki.“

“Have ya mapped out all the food stands?“ chuckles Aran.

“Well you know Samu, food is his best motivator. You sure you don't want one?“

He gives in and takes the matcha one. He watches with a fond smile as you stuff an entire mochi in your mouth.

“What?“ you mumble when you catch him staring.

“Ya look like a hamster.“

You roll your eyes in an effort to cover the smile creeping on your face. “Very funny. How's life?“

“It's fine,“ he nods, awkwardly.

“Good.“

“Yeah.“ He rubs his chin. The beard is getting a little long. He glances over at you. He should say something. But what? “I'm really sorry about what I said,“ he finally utters. “I do care. About you.“

“We all say things we don't mean, right?“ The soft look in your eyes makes his throat tighten. He hurt you and yet here you are. Reaching out, again. “It's all water under the bridge. Besides, I really missed hanging out with you. So, where do ya wanna go?“

“Shouldn't we wait for Osamu?“

“Nah. It's his fault for being late, he'll find us. And he better buy us those smoothies. Want one more mochi? You should really try the chocolate one, it's amazing.“

Never again. Aran doesn't want to see you hurt ever again.

The festival is crowded, which is to be expected in Tokyo, and he keeps an eye out for you. The last thing he wants is to lose you somewhere in the sea of people. He stays close, quietly delighting in seeing your excitement over different attractions of the festival. A few times your hand brushes against his, sending a shiver down his spine.

Osamu never shows up, messaging about an hour later he got stuck at work, promising you both as many onigiri as you'd like the next time you come around Onigiri Miya. “A shame. I was hoping to hang out with him while he's still in Tokyo.“

“He'll have time in the future,“ says Aran, doing his best to ignore the pang of jealousy in his chest.

“Probably. But will there be fresh soya smoothie for him to treat me to?“

Aran buys you the smoothie you so crave, grinning upon seeing your excitement. You walk around the festival grounds and from time to time he steals sips of your smoothie. You pout and nag he should buy one for himself but don't stop him.

As night falls you search for a good place to watch the fireworks from. Just after they start Aran puts his hand on the small of your back to gently push you forward so you'd see better. But you don't budge and he bumps into you, his chest to your back. The sounds of festival fade, as if the crowd disappeared and all that remains is you, looking at him, fireworks reflecting in your eyes. The softness of your gaze causes his heart to do somersaults. You snicker and flick his nose.

Tease, he thinks and tickles you. He wishes he could properly put his arms around you and rest his head on your shoulder. He wishes he was here as more than just your friend. He wishes he alone would be enough of a reason for you to always have the same soft look in your eyes.

But if Kita, the perfect Kita Shinsuke, Kita who knew you better than anyone wasn't enough, how could he be?

His hand lingers on your arm for a heartbeat longer. He could try, he could always love you with all he has and hope you'd love him back, hope he could be enough. But if he failed... he'd only hurt you more, wouldn't he? And you've been hurt enough.

During lunch break his phone rings and his hearts jumps, hoping it's you. But instead Osamu's name is written over the screen. A bit disappointed Aran picks up.

“Aran-kun whatcha doin' this Saturday?“ Not even a'hello'. So many years and still so rude.

“Practice till afternoon, then watchin' a movie.“

“Amazin'! Want some company?“

A boys' night out? Why not? It would be nice to spend some time with someone who wasn't his teammate. “'Course.“

Osamu laughs. “Knew ya would. I happen to know someone interested in a blind date. I'll tell her to meet ya at the cinema.“

“What? Osamu I'm not really one for blind dates-“

“The ex of a friend. She's Kita-san' ex, isn't she?“ Aran's silence is an answer enough. “Ya asked me for advice. This is it, go out, try meetin' someone else. Whatever you want to have with her it won't end well.“

Aran knows. He knows all that. He knows you returning his feelings would be the worst case scenario. Sooner or later he'd have to tell Kita. “I know,“ he says. “I know that.“

Osamu doesn't answer immediately, waiting if Aran will add anything else. “Just go on this one date, see how it goes.“

“I'll think about it.“

He does think about it. The entire day in fact. Meeting someone new would be nice and who knows, she might be the one he's waiting for. A part of him, the guilty part that's been way too loud in the past weeks, stays firmly against the idea. Searching for the right one when you're right here. What if this blind date is just a crazy fan who somehow found her way to meeting him? And what about you, it asks? It would be cruel wouldn't it, leading you on while going on dates behind your back.

But he isn't leading you on, Aran argues with the voice inside his head, you're just a friend anyway. He cares about you yes, but only as a really good friend. Osamu is right, you should never be more than that. You're Kita's ex. And you don't date your friend's ex. So why break his heart further?

(17.48) I'll go on the date. send me time and place.

That's the thing about making plans, the moment you make them something else comes up. Just the following day his phone rings, making his heart flutter when he sees your name.

“Hey.“ Your voice alone makes him smile. “I, uhm, I have a request.“

No beating around the bush. It makes Aran wonder if you've been hanging with Osamu so much you picked up his habits. “Oh, do ya?“

“Yeah. It’s is a bit awkward... Listen, I have a very important exam next week but my roommate's gonna have her boyfriend over for the entire weekend. Let's just say earplugs aren't helping and leave it at that, yeah? So, could I maybe crash at your place till then? I just need a quiet place to study. I can sleep on the couch! Or the floor, I really don't care!“

“'Course ya can,“ says Aran without hesitation.

This is how we finds himself sitting with a bunch of your notes in his lap, you leaning on his back explaining one of the questions. There are at least 4 empty mugs on the desk of his living room. He hopes you've left some coffee for breakfast.

He's amazed by how naturally you fit into his life. Almost like the space beside his shoes in the closet was meant for yours and the jacket hanging beside his was always meant to be there. You've even found your favourite mug already. The bedroll on the floor of the living room is the only reminder you're only crashing at his place for a couple of days. If you asked he'd let you stay longer.

The next morning you wake up the same time as him, sipping your first cup of coffee for the day, half asleep and draped in the hoodie he strategically left on the counter last night. You don't even raise a brow when he takes your phone and asks you to unlock it. “I'll send ya a playlist. Just some classical music. It's good for studyin'.“

“Sure,“ you answer in a groggy voice. “Have fun bouncing the ball around,“ you wave him off when he gets ready to leave.

Your sleepy face makes him smile for the rest of the day. Practice runs longer than usual and he returns late, stepping over two stairs at the time. The lights are still on when he enters but there's no answer when he calls out. He finds you behind the desk, so absorbed in your notes you don't notice his approach. When he places his hands on your shoulders you jump and shriek. “Aran!“ You remove your headphones. “Do you want to give me a heart attack?!“ He laughs and you smack his leg before he sits on the floor beside you.

“Is the material so interestin'?“ He looks over your many notes and pushes an empty mug to the edge of the table.

“I was listening to music,“ you rub your eyes. He notices they look a bit reddish. He takes your phone and clicks the play button and music continues. It only takes him a moment to recognise the piece.

“Dmitri Shostakovich, Waltz number 2. My mom's favourite. Used to dance to it with dad every Thursday.“

“That's sweet.“

He stands up and offers you his hand. “Come, ya need a break.“

You take his hand without question, only raising your brow when he places his left hand on your back. “Ya have to put your hand on my shoulder,“ he grins to your more than apparent confusion.

“Oh, right,“ you mumble. “I can't really dance you know. Not waltz at least.“

He gently holds your right hand in his and gives you a reassuring squeeze. “Don't worry, I'll teach ya. I start with my right foot forward, ya step back with yer left, yep, just like that, then my left foot forward,“ you jump in surprise when he turns you around, “and the first turn, now yer right foot forward, then left, and turn. See, it ain't hard.“

“Easy for you to say,“ you disagree, your eyes fixed on his feet and your mind preoccupied with trying not to step on his toes.

“Just follow my lead,“ grins Aran, gently pulling you a little closer.

He counts the steps and beats in his head and step after another you relax and follow his lead. All those Thursdays when dad wasn't home and mom pulled him into taking his place are finally paying off.

“I didn't know you could dance so well.“

Aran laughs at your words and gently pushes you into a twirl under his arm. “I guess there's a lot ya don't know,“ he says when he pulls you closer again.

You follow his steps and soon begin catch on the slightest of his moves. Music changes but you don't let go so you dance on through his living room, off beat and saying quiet 'Sorry's,' every time you step on his toes. The way your brows furrow when you mess up is adorable but Aran doesn't give you the time to ponder over the mistake, pulling you into the next turn with ease and certainty of someone who has danced these steps countless times.

When the last song ends Aran leaves his hand on your back. You're so close, your hand in his. Looking and smiling at him. His eyes linger on your lips. It would take so little to close the space between you. So little that would change so much.

He pulls away.“ Do ya want tea?“

“Don't I always?“ you muse and head to put the water on, then open the cupboard but the last cups stand on the highest shelf and even on your tiptoes you can't reach them. Aran gently pushes you to the side and reaches for them. “Here.“

He pours himself a glass of water then pulls his phone out to check the time. Shit. The blind date. That's today! He glances over at you, making your tea, humming the melody of the last song you danced too. His heart drops.

What is he doing? He can't... This is getting out of control. He clenches the glass tighter. You're so close, he wouldn't even have to fully extend his arm to tap your shoulder. If, right here and now, he told you how he feels, how would you react? He lifts the glass to his lips. Probably not in the way he wants you to. A leap of faith, one that could take him anywhere. To the love of his life, he thinks watching you stir, or to the stone to shatter the friendship you both tried so hard to rebuild. A risk he doesn't have the courage to take.

The half empty glass he leaves in the sink draws your attention. You watch Aran head for the bedroom and you don't think much of it. It's his apartment, he can do what he wants. It's only when almost ten minutes pass that you decide to poke your head through the door to see what he's up to. The clothes he's wearing certainly aren't what one would wear for staying at home. “Going somewhere?“ you ask, curious as to why he's wearing a pretty alright polka dotted shirt.

“I have a date.“ He awkwardly fixes his collar. He doesn't want to meet your eyes.

There's a short silence before you answer. “A date? In this shirt?“

Your judgemental tone makes him turn. “What's wrong with this shirt?”

You scrunch up your nose. “It gives you that,“ you wiggle your fingers, “successful businessman in his forties looking for a wife vibes.“

“What's wrong with that?“

“What's wrong with-?! Aran! You're a professional athlete!“ You enter his bedroom and start looking through the closet. “Don't you get invited to fashion shows and stuff? One would expect you'd get some fashion sense purely through osmosis. Ouch!“ you yelp when he playfully smacks your shoulder. “Here, this one.“ You hand him a shirt of dark violet colour.

He takes it from your hands and inspects it. Then he hands it back. “I like this one better. And I'm runnin' late already anyway.“

You shrug and hang it back. “As you wish Mr. CEO. Wait, are you bringing your date back here?! Shit, I need to clean up my stuff.“

“Relax. I'm not bringin' anyone back. It's a blind date anyway. Ya keep studyin' alright? I'll be very disappointed if ya don't get the highest mark.“

“What do you mean a blind date? Damn, I didn't expect that from you player boy,“ you tease and it's a distraction enough for Aran to miss the forced smile.

“Osamu's idea.“

A small “Ah,“ is all you reply at first. “Get going then, being late is the worst you can be on the first date!“ You push him out of the room. “Have fun, don't say anything stupid, and don't only talk about volleyball.“

“It's not my first date y/n, gosh, stop bein' such a mom. Why are ya so excited anyway?“

“Probably too much caffeine.“

When he returns you're still up. You have two cups of tea ready before he even takes his shoes off.

“So, how was it?“ You push the cup across the table. “Come on, come on, no need to be shy,“ you grin, “tell me!“

Aran rolls his eyes at your sudden excitement. “It was nice, but nothin’ special,“ he tells you.

“Just nice?“ You tap your fingers on the table. Aran recognises the rhythm, it's one of your favourite songs. You sent it to him a few days ago. “Dating must be harder now that you're famous,“ you say, absent-mindedly. “Or is it easier?“

Before answering he takes a cracker from the bowl on the table. “Harder,“ is the answer he settles on. “Ya never know if they're attracted to ya or yer status. What about ya?“ He focuses on chewing crackers and taking small sips of tea, anything to keep from glancing at you.

“Ah you know,“ you sigh, “have enough other problems at the moment. College is messing with my head enough already. Why put another person in the mix?“ This time Aran doesn't miss how your voice trembles, and how you rub your forehead. Maybe you just have a light headache. You do look exhausted.

He changes the subject, feeling the talk of dating is quickly approaching dangerous territory. “How are ya feelin'? With studyin' and all?“

You lean on your hand. “Could be much worse. It's just a lot. Probably should have started with studying earlier.“

“But with work ya didn't even have enough time, right? Don't be too hard on yerself.“

“Actually, I quit. I thought it would help me focus on studying,“ you say upon seeing his questioning gaze.

“Ya know what will help ya study better? Some good night's sleep.“ He takes your empty cup. “I'll do the dishes, ya go ready for bed. No talkin' back,“ he points his finger to your face, “ my house, my rules. No stayin' up past midnight.“

“It's one in the morning.“

“Past time for ya to go to bed then young lady.“

After that you don't protest and before he even finishes doing the dishes you're snuggled on your bedroll and half asleep. Seeing you fills him with warmth. He could get used to this, coming home to you every night. He turns the lights off.

When he lays in his bed he wonders what's with the sinking feeling in his chest. There's anger. Why were you so excited for his date in the first place? Why did you look almost disappointed when he said it was nothing special? He hugs his pillow, thinking he'd much rather it was you in his arms. You must be soft. If only you'd be here, his nose filled with the scent of your shampoo. Teeth of shame sink in his heart. Why does he have to feel like this?

He wants you to be jealous. It's so damn childish, he knows that. It's something his teenager self felt when you hugged Kita after a game but only gave him a high five and a head pat.

How long is he going to keep lying to himself? He's in love with you. Not the you he remembers. You here and now. You sipping your fourth cup of coffee, you frantically flipping through notes wearing one of his old hoodies. That at least hasn't changed; you still steal any hoodie you can get your grabby little hands on. Not steal, he corrects himself, borrow. You borrow them. For an undetermined period of time.

He buries his face in the pillow. You're not the always cheerful manager he remembers anymore. But you are still you.

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fortuite | k.hongjoong

∞ genre: roommates au; fluff

∞ word count: 5.36k

∞ description: Something had been bugging you for quite some time now—and no, it wasn’t the bug infestation in your room.

∞ a/n: happy birthday to the sweetest, prettiest and bestest friend, @curanonemu! i’m sorry for being a lazy ass and not posting this earlier but i hope you like it, darling :’) i love u so much hehe! x

∞ warnings: explicit language

There were very few things that could ruin your day; you believed that patience and endurance was the key to living a happy life. So other than the occasional bad grade or last minute assignments, you were sure nothing else would upset you.

That’s what you thought; until you walked into your shared apartment, just to see half the things missing. More specifically, your roommate’s things.

With confusion taking over your mind, you walk around your apartment slowly, trying to find for any explanation of what was going on when you reach your fridge, noticing a bright pink post-it that definitely was not there when you grabbed your breakfast that morning.

Peeling it off the cold surface, your eyes scan over the piece of paper in your hand, covered in a messy scribble that definitely belonged to your roommate. You’re not sure why, but your heartbeat picks up its pace as you take in a deep breath before reading.

You’re not sure what was happening, but you sure were smart enough to figure out that it was nothing good.

Dear Y/n,

I’m sorry for leaving without a word, but my parents have called me back to stay with them during the semester break. I would have waited for you to get back, but my flight was in the morning and you weren’t in so I had to leave. Sorry, love! Hope you aren’t too surprised >< I’ve left my share for this month’s rent in the envelope on the counter, so don’t worry about that! Hope you aren’t too upset with me <3

Love, Haeun

Staring blankly at the piece of paper in your hands, your mind tries to process what you just read, when it all comes crashing down on you in three mere seconds.

You had just been abandoned by your roommate for the next few months or so, without any prior notice.

Firstly, you hated living alone. Everyone knew this. Even the cat a few blocks down knew this. Secondly, and most importantly, you were definitely not going to be able to afford your weekly rent alone.

Thoughts of being homeless flashes through your mind as you stare at the paper in your hands, when you notice something written at the back of your post-it. Just as you turn over the post-it in your hand to read what was written, your doorbell rings, causing you to whip your head up towards the door.

Maybe it’s your roommate, coming back to say that this was all the end-of-semester prank and that you’re not going to be stranded all alone.

Opening the door with high expectations, you feel your world crashing down around you when you’re met with an unfamiliar face.

“Sorry, I’m not interested in buying your products,” you recite monotonously, shutting the door before the boy could finish his sentence. You aren’t usually this rude; most of the time you throw them a sweet smile and say that you’re broke and can’t afford their products. But this wasn’t any other day.

Taking a few steps away from the door, you finally read the little extra note at the back of the post-it, horror filling you up as the words register in your brain.

P.S. I know you can’t live alone and the rent is too expensive, so I’ve found a replacement roommate for you for the time being! His name’s Kim Hongjoong and he studies in the music department. He’ll be coming around 3 to move in!

Great. So now, on top of your roommate moving out, you’re going to have to deal with a whole new dude that you’ve never even seen, who’s supposedly coming at 3pm, who’s not here even though it’s 3:05pm- Wait a moment.

You slowly look up towards the door that you had just shut a few moments ago, deeming the guy on the other side of it to be a poor salesman, and take slow steps towards it.

Grabbing the handle with shaking hands, you slowly open the door to reveal the same guy you had shut the door on. Except now, he was scrolling through his phone seated on one of the many boxes you had failed to notice earlier.

At the sound of the door opening, he looks up from his phone, immediately scrambling up and rushing towards the door.

“H-hey don’t close the door on me, I’m not here to sell anything! My friend, Haeun, told me that I would be moving in here since my roommate was leaving during the break and I couldn’t afford the whole rent!” he went on rambling, not even stopping for a breath in fear that you would shut the door on him again and he’d be left stranded.

You feel the embarrassment rise up to your cheeks as you fight the urge to run into your room and never come out, but you will yourself to say something to the poor boy you had just shut out a few minutes ago.

“Are you Kim Hongjoong?” your voice comes out hoarse and barely above a whisper, and you feel the embarrassment reaching the top of your head. Clearing your throat, you repeat the question again, somewhat glad that you didn’t sound like a dying frog anymore.

He nods his head at your question and throws you a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his head as he looks around the corridor in embarrassment, allowing you some time to take in the boy in front of you—who happened to be very cute, to your horror.

Your brain was never going to let you live this down—the fact that you had just slammed the door in this extremely cute boy’s face. Another thing to add to your ever-growing list of “Embarrassing moments that make you want to kill yourself”.

“Do you need help with the boxes?” you ask, wanting to do anything that would distract you from the very cute face in front of you.

“Huh? Oh, yeah sure! Thanks!” he says, seemingly snapping out of his own reverie as he shifts around to get to the first box.

Both of you work in silence, walking in and out of the apartment till all his boxes were in his room, as the awkward tensions remains. You stand around the kitchen counter fiddling with your thumbs while he sits on the sofa looking around the apartment for the tenth time. Anything to keep you occupied.

Letting out a sigh, you finally decide to be the first one to break the silence.

“I’m sorry for slamming the door on you earlier,” you start, feeling the need to apologise. “Haeun left without telling me and I started freaking out about what I was going to do without a roommate because I’m broke.”

As if he was waiting for you to initiate a conversation, Hongjoong looks up almost immediately, shaking his head before starting to speak.

“No, no it’s fine! I can understand how stressful it must have been,” is what he says, laughing slightly at the end of his sentence, thinking of the shit he’d been through when his roommate left. “I was a mess when my roommate left too. I started calling around to check if anyone was willing to be my roommate when I heard from Haeun that she needed someone to move in with you. Of course, I accepted right away.”

You giggle at his words, unconsciously nodding along as the conversation starts flowing between the two of you. It was like someone had flipped a switch, and now you weren’t two awkward strangers. Instead, you were two potential friends (and roommates), having a conversation.

“Well, I hope that we can make the most out of being roommates!” you say, clapping your hands together, content with the fact that you wouldn’t have to live for the next few months alone. “Need a hand unpacking your things?”

And you’re sure the sun would pale in comparison to the smile you just received from the boy sitting across you, perfect teeth in full display as he shoots you the most breathtaking smile you’ve ever seen.

“I would love that, roommate.”

ii.

“Joong, we’re going to be late!” you shout out into the apartment, hopping around on one foot trying to keep your balance as you put on your shoes. “Get your ass out right this instant!”

“I’m coming!” you hear faintly from Hongjoong’s room, and soon after you see your roommate rushing out in one of his many reformed shirts, looking handsome as ever. “What time’s the movie starting?”

“Six.”

“It’s only four right now.”

He looks at you incredulously, unable to understand why you had to be two hours early for a movie that was playing just a few blocks down.

You, on the other hand, had very different views.

“Look here, it takes us 20 minutes to get there. And then we’d have to queue to get tickets and snacks, which might take us long considering the fact that it’s semester break and all the dumbasses that go to our college will want to go to that one specific theatre. And then of course, we have to take some mandatory time playing at the arcade before the movie starts because that’s what you’re supposed to do.”

“I’m going to make you rap over one of my tracks one day.” He stares at you in awe, wondering how you can ramble on without even stopping for a breath. “I can’t believe I’ve heard you do that almost everyday for exactly three months.”

“Shut up and let’s get moving.” You threaten him, trying to hold in your own laughter as you point your fingers at him in a makeshift gun, triggering a chuckle from him as he plays along and puts up his hands in surrender .

“Okay Ma’am.”

He’s known you for three months and he should be used to your antics—but it still never ceases to surprise him. In a very good way, of course.

When you slammed the door on him three months ago, there were many things running through your mind. The murder of your roommate, how you were going to manage without a roommate, the murder of your roommate, how you hated being alone, and the murder of your roommate.

But never would you, in a million years, have thought that you’d find one of your closest friends through that little mishap. Thinking back on it, even though your introductions weren’t through the best, most ideal way, it was natural—almost as natural as the flow of time. Never stopping for anyone, but at the same time filling you up with memories you would forever be grateful for.

It was the perfect weather outside, you note, as you walk along the stone pavement.

The sun was shining brightly, but not too brightly that it made you want to turn back home and down a few ice cubes to neutralise the heat. The cool breeze that accompanied the sun made it the kind of weather people would kill for when on a date.

And you were the lucky few who got to experience that weather. With the guy you had a humongous crush on.

It was all too cliché, actually. Falling for your roommate who was handsome, kind, caring, thoughtful and smart? Absolutely unoriginal.

But it’s completely different when you’re in that position. You really can’t help the few beats your heart skips when he made you breakfast because you stayed up late finishing assignments the night before. Or that one time when you fell asleep on the couch watching How To Train Your Dragon and you woke up with a comfortable pillow under your head that saved you a lot of pain and a fluffy blanket that protected you from the cold—both of which were not there before.

It also definitely didn’t help your poor heart when Haeun announced that she had decided to move in with her boyfriend, after years of being together (and of course, after confirming that you and Hongjoong didn’t hate each other).

So here you are, stuck with an annoyingly handsome and sweet roommate, who didn’t do much to help the not so little crush you were harbouring. In fact, you’re sure that it grows bigger significantly every single day.

“What do you think about love?” Hongjoong asks, finally breaking the comfortable silence and putting a stop to your inner ramblings.

It might’ve been weird to anybody else—if he were to suddenly ask that question—but you were used to these random questions, because that’s how he found inspiration for his songs.

“Hm, I don’t really know,” you start, pondering over his question as you both take slow, matching steps beside one another, a sweet scent gracing your noses as you walk past a flower shop. “I guess it’s something that everyone needs. Whatever kind of love it may be. It shapes us as humans and helps us live a better and more content life, I guess. Love can save lives, and maybe that’s why I think it’s the strongest emotion anyone can feel.”

“You’re really wise, you know?” he states, giving you a soft smile as he stares at you, eyes twinkling under the brightest star. “I still can’t believe how lucky I am to score a friend and roommate like you.”

Your cheeks welcome the heat rushing into your cheeks as you hit your friend lightly on the arm, mouth agape as your mind blanks out and you’re unsure of what to say to his sudden confession.

Through the months of knowing him, you’ve never heard Hongjoong say anything as direct as this. He had his moments of sweetness, always helping you out when you were having problems and listening to you rant no matter how late. But never once did he express his thoughts as explicitly as this. And you had no idea how to react.

So you settle for your usual comeback, crossing your arms and avoiding his eyes, consequently missing the way he looked at you, eyes filled with love.

“Shut up, fucker.”

iii.

“I can’t believe you made me watch that stupid movie,” you say, kicking off your shoes as you hear your favourite laugh ring in your ears. “You know I don’t like horror movies and yet to choose one. I couldn’t even get rid of the mental images during dinner!”

“I’m sorry but I just love to see your reactions every time we watch one.” He guffaws at your annoyance, clutching the table for support as tears escape his eyes.

“Good night.”

You huff, walking into your room and slamming the door with a frown on your face, but not genuinely feeling the annoyance you were portraying. You knew you could never be mad at him.

You hear a faint ‘good night’ from outside your door followed by a door shutting, indicating that it was the end of the day for the both of you.

With a smile on your face, the day replays in your head and you settle in bed, laying wide awake as memories of you and Hongjoong plays in your mind one after another, like a self-directed movie.

Everything’s fine, till you feel something crawling up your leg, triggering an immediate reaction from you as you jump out of bed flicking whatever it was, off your leg.

If you thought the horror movie you watched earlier was bad, this was a hundred times worse.

Because right there, on your bed, you see three small cockroaches crawling around freely, claiming your bed as free real estate as they make themselves comfortable.

Your first instinct is to walk a few metres down and bang on Hongjoong’s door to get him to help you, but you remember that he has an early class the next day and decide that you will deal with this issue on your own.

You may be a coward, but you still were a good friend, and good friends don’t spoil their friend’s precious sleep.

Grabbing the insecticide that you kept under the sink in your bathroom, you walk back to your bed to gas those little demons when you feel your heart drop.

The pests were nowhere to be found.

Going through the ten stages of grief, you open your closet to grab the extra blanket you kept in there for emergencies, ready to spend your night on the couch when you feel your soul leaving your body for the third time that night.

You’re not what people would call a hopeless coward. You definitely could kill the occasional cockroach without too much of a fuss. But there was no way you could handle the whole colony of cockroaches in front of you, because trying to gas them would just results in them crawling all over the place.

So with not much choice, you rush towards Hongjoong’s room, knocking incessantly because there’s no way you were dealing with those satans alone.

iv.

“One week? ONE WEEK?!” you shriek, clutching the ends of your hair as Hongjoong gets off the phone with the pest control centre. “I have to be out of my room for a week because some idiots couldn’t find anywhere else to lay their eggs?”

Stifling a laugh at your words, your roommate pats your shoulder trying to comfort you. “I can help you get your things out of your room if you want. And you can take my bed, and I’ll take the couch?”

You feel a bit better at his suggestion, thankful that you were not in this alone, but nevertheless tell him that you can handle yourself.

“I can take the couch it’s fine. I’m not picky with where I sleep anyway.”

“We both know that’s a lie,” he deadpans, shooting you a knowing look. “You can’t fall asleep on the couch unless you’re dead tired because you’re so used to the bed.”

“Shut up.”

“Wow it’s almost like I’ve heard that a million times!”

“Shut up.”

“Million and one!”

You throw him a glare as he doesn’t bother controlling his laughter—something he seemed to be doing very often around you.

“Here, I’ll make you some tea while you set up the couch properly so that you don’t sprain something while sleeping.” With that, he moves to the kitchen and takes out the necessary ingredients to make you your favourite cup of tea.

You felt guilty, of course you did. You felt guilty for every nice thing people did for you.

But you couldn’t stop the way your heart swelled whenever he did these things for you. He had an early class tomorrow, and yet here he was, making your dumb ass a cup of tea at two in the morning.

If you knew better, you would’ve thought that he likes you. But you didn’t know better.

Because Kim Hongjoong was head over heels in love with you.

Tossing and turning, all you feel is the dull ache all over your body because of the couch’s hard and uncomfortable surface, and you know you’re in for a long night. The fact that you had an early class the next day didn’t help your desperation to fall asleep too.

Maybe taking the couch wasn’t the brightest idea you’ve had.

Snatching your phone from the table, you scroll through your music playlist, finding for songs to play to help set the mood for your sleep, when you remember something. Immediately, you exit the music app and press a few buttons, opening up a page with a single file.

Aurora_Sample_KimHongjoong.mp3

It was the first ever track Hongjoong had shared with you, coinciding perfectly with the day you realised your feelings for him.

“Please please pleaseeeeee!” You whine, following your roommate around, hot on his heels as he continuously shakes his head, indicating a strong ‘no’. “Just one song!”

“No way!”

“Fine! I’ll just sulk here until you show me a song,” you say, plopping down on the couch with crossed arms and a pout.

“Sure. I don’t care.”

His indifference lasted for a total of two minutes before he let out a defeated sigh, kneeling down in front of you, placing his hands on your knees.

“It’s not that I don’t want to show it to you. I’m just not confident enough…” he trails off, looking down at his hands. “What if you don’t like it?”

The frown on your face dissipates as you look at the boy in front of you, looking completely beat because of his worries, and you instinctively take his face in your hands, heart hammering against your ribcage the moment you make contact.

“I won’t like it,” you start, seeing the hurt seep into his face, but you continue anyway. “I’ll love it—because whatever you put so much time and effort into will definitely turn out amazing. Plus you’re Kim Hongjoong. Producer of the century.”

He blinks at your kind expression, before slowly breaking into a small smile of his own. You stare at each other for what seems like eternity, before he puts out his hand, palm up.

“Give me your phone.”

You look at him confused, but hand over your phone anyway, watching him almost run into the room.

A few minutes later, he returns with your phone and some headphones. Your eyes follow his figure as he returns to his original position of kneeling in front of you, as he places the headphones over your ears and taps play on your phone.

A subtle, soft tune surrounds you, goosebumps erupting all over your body as his voice embraces your ears. Before you know it, you’re closing your eyes and swaying slightly on your body’s own accord as the music takes over your mind. You’ve never felt this at peace before.

And it was all because of his song.

The last note plays, and you slowly take off the headphones, meeting Hongjoong’s expectant eyes. “How was it?”

You let out a slight chuckle, shaking your head slightly as you stare at your roommate. Something warm takes over your heart as you look upon him, making you shudder slightly at the sudden change in temperature. You feel the heat creeping up your body, but not finding it in you to break the eye contact. It was like a magnet—the way his eyes drew you in.

“It was amazing.” You say gently, and the way his face lights up makes you realise two things.

Kim Hongjoong was a fantastic producer.

And you were in love with him.

The couch suddenly feels less burdensome as your favourite tune fills the empty living room, immediately relaxing your body as the song acts as a relaxant. Your eyes droop as you feel sleep welcome you, and you’re about to give in to it when something catches your subconscious mind’s attention.

With your eyes closed, you hear the faint sound of footsteps growing louder every second, till you feel it stop right in front of you. The couch dips with the weight of someone’s elbows, but you still keep your eyes closed.

And you’re glad you did, because there was no way you could have handled what came next.

“I really hope you’re sleeping.” Hongjoong’s voice is the last thing that fills your ears before you feel your hammering heart come to a complete stop.

Something, a pair of lips to be exact, lands on your forehead, pressing against it in a soft kiss, and you feel your whole body on fire, which doesn’t extinguish even after he moves away from you.

Waiting until you hear the sound of his door closing, you open your eyes wide and stare at the white ceiling above as you try to slow down your breathing. Yelping in pain, you confirm that you were not dreaming after pinching yourself.

What just happened?

Safe to say, you didn’t sleep a wink that night.

vi.

The next morning, you sit at the kitchen counter, stirring your tea lifelessly as you stare ahead, the previous night’s events playing over and over in your head like a broken cassette.

“I hate to say this, but I told you so.” You jump at the very familiar voice, heart going wild as your mind controls start to fail. How were you going to face him without exposing the fact that he was all you were thinking about?

No, get your shit together. There’s no way he can find out.

With some new conviction, you manage to look up at Hongjoong, already feeling the conviction melt away because of how stunning he looked, even at ungodly hours.

“You look like someone bashed you in the eyes, Y/n. Why didn’t you come sleep in my room?” he enquired further, taking a seat on the bar stool opposite you, munching on his bowl of cereal. He freezes halfway, as if coming to a realisation. “W-wait are you uncomfortable? Oh my god, if you’re uncomfortable with me asking this you don’t have to sleep with me- I mean, sleep in my room! Wow, I can’t believe I didn’t pick up on the signs I’m so dumb what am I-”

“Kim Hongjoong, shut up.”

“...... Million and two.”

You burst out laughing at his reply, immediately lightening the atmosphere that was weighed down by Hongjoong’s dumb worries.

“I’m not uncomfortable, you idiot. I just don’t want to intrude! Plus, there’s no way I can let you sleep on that rock of a couch when you already get so little sleep from producing,” you explain, patting the top of his hand for extra reassurance.

“Then sleep with me,” Hongjoong finalises, immediately stuttering when he catches your wide eyes. “I-I mean like not with me, I mean we can share my bed, yeah, that’s what I mean.”

You giggle quietly as you take in his rosy cheeks and quivering eyes, as he fumbles over his words to make sure that he doesn’t sound like an idiot, although it was too late for that. Though, he was the cutest idiot you ever had the pleashure of meeting.

“Okay, dumbhead.” You amuse, ignoring the sirens wailing in your head.

Sharing a bed with your crush? Fate, what are you playing at?

vii.

You’re very much surprised.

Sharing a room with Hongjoong went way better than expected. But perhaps that was because you always fell asleep before him. He always stays up working on music till the sun rises, and there’s no way you have the strength to stay up.

On your sixth night, however, things are a little bit different.

You enter the room, calling out your roommate’s name when you cut yourself off as fast as you can as you take in the sight in front of you.

Hongjoong was curled up on his side of the bed, his breathing even, indicating that he was fast asleep. Not wanting to wake him up, considering the fact that he must’ve been exhausted to fall asleep this early, you tiptoe around the room, grabbing whatever was necessary before slowly lowering yourself on your side of the bed.

You plug your phone in before settling in, grabbing your side of the covers and pulling it over you. It was still pretty early, and you weren’t feeling tired enough to fall asleep, so you turn around in your spot to face Hongjoong, grabbing the opportunity to admire your friend without seeming like a creep.

Your eyes travel from his hair, that looked like a bird’s nest with the number of times he had run his hands through it—a sign that he had been producing something before sleeping—to his lips that had landed on your forehead a few nights ago.

Did he like you? Or was it seriously just a dream? Whatever the answer was, you knew there was no turning back with how strong your feelings were for him. He was imperfect, but in the most perfect way. He made up for his flaws with his beautiful heart, and you’re sure you must have saved a country in your previous life to be able to meet such a human.

Looking at him, you’re filled with an overwhelming urge to do something. And you’re not sure what that something is, until your body moves on its own, getting closer to Hongjoong’s face, till your lips are barely a centimetre away from his cheek.

But right before they make contact, Hongjoong turns his head, and your lips collide with his, causing your whole world to turn upside down.

You almost fall off the bed with how fast you move away from him, aghast at what just happened. There’s no way you’re going to be able to face him ever again. You’d rather sleep in that cockroach infested room than share a bed with your crush, whom you had just kissed on accident.

Not even stopping to grab your phone, you’re almost off the bed when a hand wraps around your wrist and pulls you back onto the bed, your back flat against the bed as you look up and meet a certain pair of brown eyes.

Uh oh.

You’re sure your face is completely red as Hongjoong stares down at you, your hands pinned down by your head as he hovers above you, the intensity in his eyes making you look away at anything but him.

“Y/n, look at me.” You hear him say, but you turn your head away even more, if even possible. “Please.”

Maybe it’s the desperation in his voice, but your eyes slowly travel back to face him, not knowing what was going through his mind due to the blank look on his face.

This is it. This is how you lost your roommate. All because you couldn’t control your dumb crush.

“I’ll move out tomorrow,” you offer, tears already welling up in your eyes at the thought of being away from Hongjoong. “I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to do it.”

You’re about to pull your hands out of his loosened grip when his grip tightens again, and your vision is obstructed as he slowly leans in.

Your lips touch softly, before he presses against you a bit harder and you automatically respond, kissing him back. His lips mould against yours like it was meant to be there, perfect for each other, and you’re sure your soul was flying somewhere in the ninth cloud.

You curse yourself for the disappointment you feel when he pulls away, unsure of what just happened. He rubs his nose against yours softly, before your eyes find each other, drinking in the image of the other.

“Well, I definitely meant to do that,” he states matter-of-factly, before pecking your lips once more. “And I’ll mean it every single time I do it.”

You stare at him, shocked at the way things were unfolding. Never would you have expected this.

“You like me?”

“No, dumbhead, I love you.” He says it with such sincerity that you can’t help but look away, a smile finally gracing your features as his words ring in your head.

“Shut up.”

“Seriously, you’re going to hit two million at this rate.”

You both take one look at each other before bursting out in laughter, mostly in relief that the elephant in the room had been tackled.

Hongjoong lets go of your hand before laying next to you, pulling you closer to him and wrapping his arms around your waist, as your head rests on his chest, enjoying the sound of his quickened heartbeat.

“I love you, Y/n.”

“And I love you too.”

You get an idea; leaning upwards, you place a kiss on his forehead, lips lingering for longer than a second.

“In return for the kiss you gave me the other night.”

And for the umpteenth time that night, you can’t help but laugh at the horrified expression on Hongjoong’s face, because he had just been caught.

“You were awake?!”

“Of course! Who even falls asleep on that stupid couch?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?!”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

He shoots you a look, and you decide to stop teasing him, muttering a “Okay I’ll stop”, and snuggling closer to him as you thank your lucky stars mentally.

You really had the best roommate, crush, and now boyfriend.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #kim hongjoong imagines #kim hongjoong scenarios #kim hongjoong #dee scribbles #hehehehe *shouts into the distance* I LOVE CURA

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0vorenation0 · 5 years ago

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Jakes Surprise (Part 2 Final)

(Warning~ This story does not contain vore or any sexual components.)

Jakes bf turned to me and looked down, thinking about what the plan was. While he thought I opened my suit case and grabbed Jakes Bday gift. I couldn’t wait till tomorrow so I wanted to give it to him when he saw I was here for birthday. Once I got it out and placed it to the side, Jakes bf had an idea.

Jakes bf~”I got it Cal, I’m gonna act like I have a early surprise for him like a present. Then I’m gonna tell him to cover his eyes and I’ll bring you out and we will surprise him.”

Me~” That’s perfect, okay we got a game plan. Alright u go get jake and I’ll wait here until u come and get me.”

Jakes bf left and went to go get Jake, I stood there waiting for him and while he did that I put my clothes in the dresser. Jakes bf came in right after I was done and gestures me to come slowly and quietly. I took off my shoes so he couldnt hear two sets of shoes and walked with him. We got to the living room when I saw my buddy Jake standing there eyes covered.

Jake~” come on bud what’s the surprise, you didn’t get a puppy or something cuz I don’t think we’re ready for that kind of commitment.”

Jakes bf~” not quite a puppy but your going to love it, it’s something you would never have expected and you will most likely never forget it.”

Jake~”surprises are scary when I’m not the one doing them can I open my eyes yet!!”

I stood in front of him and jakes bf counted from three.

Jakes bf~” 3, 2, 1 open your eyes jake!!!!! Happy Birthday!!!!”

Jake opens his eyes real quick and his eyes widened as he froze in shock.

Me~” how’s this for a birthday surprise Jake, Happy Birthday my friend.”

Jake finally came to and jumped in excitement and screamed “OMG CAL, is it really you?!!! WTF I thought u were in Texas. Omg bro I’m crying COME HERE give me a hug.!!!!”

Jake ran to me and gave me the biggest hug I had ever received, a tear feel down the my cheek as I finally met in real life my best bud jake. We probably hugged for a solid 2 mins, you would think that two brothers had been reunited after years apart. After the hugging and some crying stopped, Jake couldn’t believe it. He turned to his bf and asked him if he had anything to do with it. He shocked his head yes and jake hugged and kissed his bf, he came back to me and hugged me again.

Jake~” Cal this is the best Birthday present I have ever gotten, thank you so much. I’m so happy and excited, wait how long are you staying. It’s just just till tomorrow right?”

Me~”Haha Love you jake and happy birthday, naww I’m satying for a week bud. So we can go do lots of stuff.”

Jake~” Are you serious a whole week? OMG YES, I can’t wait to show u around and have fun. What should we do first? Maybe the university I’d love to show u around or the museum, maybe the park.”

Me and Jakes bf~” slow down Jake, we can do all of those things haha.”

Cal~”so now that you got to see ur bfs big present, would u like to open mine?”

Jake~”You got me a gift too, aww Cal thanks. Let’s see it”

I tell jake to stay there and I go into the guest room and pick up the presents. All neatly wrapped in a box. I head back out and hand it to Jake.

Cal~”here you go bud hope you like it.”

Jake sits down on the couch and opens the wrapping, he gets a knife and cuts the box open. The box opens and jake takes out a bottle wrapped in tissue paper. He tears the tissue paper off and smiles. Then looks up at me.

Cal~”I know it’s not much bud, but I promised to give that to you when I visited u for the first time. Do u like it?”

The gift was a Roger Staubach Dr. Pepper two liter bottle, I promised Jake one day while we were talking. That I would personally deliver that bottle to him, most people would think it wasnt worth anything. For me and Jake tho it represented our friendship, he hated the Dallas Cowboys but he was a sports fan and it came from me. He smiled at me and said,

Jake~”I cant believe you remembered to bring it Cal, thanks this means so much to me. Every time I look at it, I will remember this day and how u made me feel. This to me is better then any expensive gift because this comes from you and it means a lot to you.”

The bottle wasn’t worth but 15 bucks, I had picked it up and some garage sale. The worth was that it was a gift to my dear friend Jake. That’s what made it priceless in his eyes. He put it one the table and stood up and went over to me. He hugged me again and said thank you for everything, your my best friend. Meeting jake for the first time was the best day so far of my life. After his gift, he gave me a beer and we sat down to watch an old Syracuse game that was probably ten years old. We laughed and talked me Jake and his bf, I had a great night. We talked about the future and the past. The present and random stuff, I wouldn’t trade that for anything. The day ended and we all went to sleep, the following day Jakes bf made me and Jake a birthday breakfast and we discussed what we would do today. Jake was really excited to show me his campus.

So after we ate we all got ready and went out, he showed me around his campus. It was beautiful and then we went out to a pizza place cuz i wanted to try some NY pizza. It was a the best pizza ever haha, the next day and following rest of the week was so much fun. We went to see a movie, a museum and we even drove four hours so I could see the 9/11 memorial and the Statue of Liberty. The vacation I decided to take was the best trip of my life and I loved every minute of it. Jake and his bf were sad on the final morning before I had to leave. The end turned out like the beginning, lots of hugs and a little crying. I was saddened to go home but I told them I would be back as soon as I could, and told jake and his bf to surprise me in Texas when they could. With that we said goodbye and I left home for Texas. I will never forget meeting my best friend Jake, and having an awesome week. Now that I met him, I felt closer then ever to him. He was like my brother I never knew I had, you wonder how someone u meet online can make a huge impact on ur life and then when u meet them. They turn out to make and even bigger impact on ur life.

Right when I got on my plane jake went out to get the mail. It was a birthday card and he opened it, happy birthday jake. Hope you loved ur gift and I know I’m writing this in advance but I love you bud and I’m so happy I got to meet u. See you soon bud!!!

That’s where the story ends everyone, HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAKE. I love you so much, u mean so much to me and hopefully one day that’s how us meeting will go. @texanstrongjake

#jake #bday #surprise

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celesjial · 6 years ago

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hyunjin’s live quick trans

he was like HI BABY HI ANGEL HOW R U from the comments and i nearly died hes so cute

hes like oh whoops is this bad timing its like rlly early in korea WAKE UP AND WATCH ME GUYSSSS

someone knocked on the door so hes like WHO IS IT IM ON VLIVE and then seungmin jeongin and changbin barged in and theyre like we needa get smth and hyunjins like WHAT and seungmins like SECRET and then jeongin was like imma just stay with changbin till ur done bye and changbin started whining about how its HIS room and jeongin cant just barge in

didnt catch the name of the first song he listened to, but the second one was comethru by jeremy zucker

hyunjins been listening to more music than dramas recently but theres one hes been watching recently called hotel del luna and he likes it

he doesnt get colds very often so he never really feels sick (okay hyunjin flex) and he ate a lot of lobster recently

“who’s your roommate” hyunjin; minho-hyung but hes sleeping rn apparently he sleeps v well so he won’t wake up

he took a lot of pictures and a lot of them are of scenery with his members in it

he doesnt have swimming goggles and he swam with his eyes closed and he said he was scared lmao

“changbin’s birthday...” OMG CHANGBINS BIRTHDAY TF DO I BUY HIM

he played instagram by dean

“are u gonna do hyunjin’s practice room again” hyunjin: haven’t been satisfied with dance recently but i’ll practice hard and come back

“who are the roommates for this trip” changbin and seungmin, hyunjin and minho, chan and jisung, woojin and felix, and jeongin’s with the manager i’m guessing

he’s playing crush’s woo ahh now

“where is changbin” “where is HAN JISUNG” (side note please stop asking for other members adfhlkajsdhflk) but he said jisung is prolly working out rn

hyunjin’s tmi for today: is that he ate jjamppong at some korean restauraunt and it was REALLY good

“whats ur fave flower” hyunjin: idk flower names

he says hes been eating really well recently (good for u bubsie keep eating)

now he’s asking for song recs

ooh his favorite mixtape is mixtape 2

“OMG I LOVE THIS SONG” plays beautiful people by ed sheeran and khalid and he’s singing along super cutely bc he knows some of the lyrics i love him :)

“what drama do u like”

“you’re so beautiful” hyunjin: thank you :) (YES YOU ARE)

“do you like mint chocolate ice cream” yES I DO (i knew i could trust hyunjin )

he closes his eyes and his ears when he watches horror movies bc apparently the music is the scariest part (is it really?)

hes playing in my blood by shawn mendes now and hes singing along hes adorable

“you make my day better” hyunjin: everyone should always have happy days and hes happy he made someone’s day better)

he likes iced coffee better than hot coffee which is INCORRECT hyunjin take that back

in my blood is seungmin’s song recommendation ahdflahsd he was singing it around hyunjin and hyunjin was like what is that i want it and now its part of his playlist

“where is IN” (PlEASE dont ask for other members :( ) hyunjin: changbin’s room i think

“where is felix” hyunjin: felix is currently sleeping

hyunjin: ooh i like this song (he’s playing treat you better)

“what did you eat for breakfast” he had honey (?) and it was REAL honey

he learned how to take pictures from seungmin bc he taught him how and thats how hes been getting new pictures really well

“will you play senorita” hyunjin: yes!

he wants the concert to come really quickly bc he wants to show stays a cool image really soon :)

paris and london: was his first time to both and when they took the boat from london to paris everything was SO PRETTy like the sky and the colors and the scenery and he had such a great time he was so so happy

he thinks lion king is rlly cute

hes playing 19 adfkhlakjdhfla where is jisung when he needs it

“insomnia” hyunjin: ᵒᵏᵃʸ

hyunjin: ALSO GUYS THE BUSES... *song is too loud* --EXCUSE ME *turns down the music* -- ANYWAYS THE BUSES---when we rode them i slept alot it was great

(hyunjin i love u but plz hurry up i needa finish my work and ur not being very helpful)

hopes today was a healing room and now hes playing insomnia

“episode with minho as ur roommate” no he sleeping he does that too much hes boring he aint fun

wifi stops working -- “NO WIFI PLZ -- WIFI STaRt WORKING PLZ DONT BETRAY ME LIKE THIS WIFI--oh ok we good :) )

hes ranting about minho now lmfahlfd i thought we were done w this topic but he said minho never wants to do anything even after he says he’ll do it lmfaoo big mood minho and hes like minho makes noises in his sleep is funny

all the comments are like go to sleep hyunjin and hes like I WILL IM WAKING UP LATE TOMORROW CHILL GUYS

“stray kids music is the best 3racha is the best” hyunjin: I KNOW

“you make me happy” hyunjin: thank you :)

“screenshot time plz” hyunjin poses for the next five minutes here’s a preview :)

(rip i need this bitch to hurry up i have to do my fkn work SIR)

he’s playing ocean eyes by billie eilish now

the bitchass live froze RIP us

oh we back

oh now he’s ranting about minho again hyunjin for a boring roommate u sure got a lot to say ab him -- hes like minho sleeps rlly lightly so he had to be rlly quiet when he went to shower -- but wait hows he live rn then im confuzzled

OH MY GOD IM GONNNA CRy there was a comment that was like “hug HUG” and he hugged the camera im gonna sob i love him sm

smth about cereal --oh he’s playing crush’s cereal

aww he always misses kkami

THIS BITCH IS TALKING ABOUT MINHO AGAIN SIS WTF

hes playing with filters now aldjshfkalshfasdjfalsfajsdjfimnotdeaddontworry

he likes fruit loops and so does seungmin

THNAK GOD HES FINISHING NOW I WAS GONNA CRY

bye hyunjin!

#stray kids #skz #hwang hyunjin #please appreciate this #this is the longest one ive ever done but he talks a lot #i love him #gotta go do work now bubye

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slytherinspage · 6 years ago

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So I guess this is going to be the story of me and my LDR (long distance relationship).

Before the actual story begins I wanna apology for my inability to tell stories, I don’t know why but all my friends seem to be great at telling stories, making them really thrilling and mine sound boring all the time although they weren’t when I was living them?? But anyway, let the story begin.

So it was on April 8th when we first started texting. The app we „met“ if u can say so is called ACEapp. Ironically I didn’t get the app because I was hoping to find my soulmate on there. I was just bored and thought texting some strangers would be a nice way to kill time. I don’t even identify as asexual since I‘m not labeling myself. So I texted pretty much everyone on this app within the first 48h. I had some great conversation but everything seemed not to last for longer than a day. One of the people I texted is now my boyfriend. What I know from what he told me is that he got the app because he felt lonely that night. He got plenty of messages but didn’t respond to any of them except mine. (Which is funny init because my first message was literally „how did u manage to only put one sentence in your bio“. I didn’t even say hi, haha). Plus he told me that he wouldn’t have responded if he wasn’t drinking with his friends and bored because he didn’t wanna talk to anybody who’s not from the UK (because of the distance). (Fun fact: They all shaved their heads that night, aha). So we started talking and I believe after an hour or so we switched to snapchat, which is probably why we continued talking.

It was different with him than with other people because whenever a conversation seemed to be dying we (mostly him at the beginning) just started a new one so we wouldn’t stop talking. He was really sweet from the beginning, sending me messages when I was asleep. I think that’s what made me realize his different and I can’t ever let him go again. The remarkable thing is that he went through a really rough time back then. (I don’t wanna go into detail since I feel like that doesn’t belong on this blog. But he told me more than once that if he haven’t met me, he probably wouldn’t be alive no more). But although he had so much stuff going on, he always stayed kind and caring, trying his best to make me feel like i matter and like everything I have to say matters. That’s probably why and when I started falling in love with him although I probably had no idea back then.

At this point I feel like maybe it would be interesting to have his side of the story as well, how he experienced it. Maybe I‘m going to ask him to write a paragraph himself at some point. But he probably cba to do so, haha.

So I think two weeks in was the first time we called. Drunk. I was too scared to do it sober since I wasn’t confident with my English. (I‘m Swiss and he‘s English). We called drunk for about 3-4 times. (I can‘t remember it exactly). One day I called him sober. Out of nowhere. It was awkward since I was so nervous. But then some days later I called again. For 4h this time. It felt like 20 minutes. And it went so well. I mean texting him was great but calling him was even better. (Edit: We made a deal to call and send a photo at least once a week. But after the first week there was no use for this deal no more). At first it was every few days, then daily. And after like a week we stopped ending calls when we went to bed. We called overnight and on the way to work. He got up earlier only for me. At some point I just switched to video call. Which he wasn’t happy about because he isn’t very confident about his looks. (So am I tbh). But he’s very good looking, believe me guys. Anyway luckily he played along.

I couldn’t remember who said „I love you“ first. Had to ask him. So we think it was me who said „ly“ first but over text early on but more to make him feel loved then to like confess feelings that probably weren’t even there back then. He texted „I love you“ first but when he was drunk and back then I don’t think he meant it like that. He said „I love you“ first on call, on our 3. call we did sober. It doesn’t seem like such a big deal so..you should know that he was very scared of falling in love and being hurt and thats why he didn’t wanna confess to himself he liked me.

So we decided pretty early that we wanna meet up. But it was me having a week of in September and wanting to go on holidays and not me wanting to meet up with him because I thought we could become a couple or something. We wanted to go to Greece. Changed plans later tho. The new plan was I would come and visit him so we could save money. It wasn’t till June tho when I finally booked. My flight was supposed to take off on August 30. I feel like towards the end of June, beginning of July things started to get more serious, the feelings got more serious. In the end of June I ordered him a birthday present. A sweater. He also ordered me one. I got two presents tho because my birthday was after his and he got me one to open earlier so I wouldnt have to wait that long. Mine was a hp themed pillow. I got mad so I ordered him a second one for his birthday. A spiderman funko pop. So I believe up till July he was always reminding me that we’re not together (thank you at this point boo, that wasn’t needed X) but at some point that change and he was asking if he could ask me out if things go well. I said yes but if he wants to make it official on a specific date he should choose a good one like the 1.9.19. (which would have been my third day at his). We also talked about stuff that comes with a relationship like kissing and sex. (On call btw). Because I am very afraid of failing and I‘ve never like kissed anyone or had sex because I have always been so scared. But everything was fine for him. Another reason why he was on the app was because he wanted things to go slowly this time. (Which they didnt really). So he would have been fine with just holding hands and we didnt think we would have sex before like 5 years into the relationship. (No spoilers but oh boy where we wrong, ahahah). So it was July 15, his birthday. I was at work when I realized I got 6 days off before I‘m going to a festival. And his birthday sesh would have been on July 20th and I was lowkey upset that I can’t be there. So I told him about it, told him I could book a flight on the upcoming friday (July 19th). At first he didnt want me to. It was a lot of money. But I booked it anyway. And suddenly I had no time no more to emotionally prepare myself for meeting him. There was no time to think about what could go wrong or what I‘m afraid of because I was at work all week long till I would fly. Also it was a big risk since I‘ve still had the other flight booked for September so if we wouldn’t get along, I would have lost money.

So the day before I flew we called overnight and he wished me a safe flight. I called him again before the take off. The next time I called him was when I was on the train to him in England and he was on the bus to come and pick me up. Everything was normal. Then we ended the call. And I can tell you guys not everything always goes perfectly at first. Our first meeting was horrible. I got off the train and didnt see him. He went up to me and hugged me. I wanted to hug him for longer or go in for a second hug but he turned me down. (Thank you very much boo, again X). He was shaking and talking very fast and high pitched because he was so nervous. Which made me nervous and I didn’t understand anything he was saying and I was so confused because I understood him perfectly on call but just not in person. Later he told me another reason he acted so weirdly was because he thought we were late for the bus. I carried my suitcase because I felt uncomfortable. We were sitting at the bus station, talking about random things I cannot remember. It was weird and awkward. We got on the bus. Stopped talking. He wouldn’t take my hand or anything. I saw my face in a mirror and felt so ugly. I started crying because I thought now he saw me in person, thinks I‘m ugly and doesn’t like my personality and well doesn’t like me no more. And now I have to spend 6 days with him and I still like him and it hurts. He hold my hand when I was crying which made me feel better but as soon as I stopped he let go which made it worse cos I felt like he was only holding my hand because I was crying not because he liked me. So we got off the bus and walked to his. He wanted to carry my suitcase but I wanted to do it myself because I thought he wouldn’t like me and I didn’t wanted him to do it because he feels bad (which is a. a stupid reason and b. stupid cos I got asthma). So after a while he took my suitcase anyway. We got to his and I met his dad briefly. I was very tired so I laid down in his bed. He asked me if he should lay down with me. I said that I don’t care. (Because I still thought he didnt like me). He then said but ob call I asked him to do so and then he laid down. And he asked if he could spoon me. Which got me really confused so I went like „do you still wanna spoon me then?“ And he said like ofc he want to. So we laid down for like 3h and all the awkwardness kinda disappeared. I felt comfortable.

We then had to go because on that day there was a charity event of his family. Which definitely didn‘t gave me anxiety at all. I met his mother, his siblings, aunts, cousins and all his friends. Luckily there was a bar in this building, haha. I can’t remember if we were holding hands or anything. Obviously a lot of people had questions and were wondering if we were together. (I still thought he doesn’t like me and just accepted it). Because it was the 19.07.19 and I said I would also consider that as a date cos there are two 19s in it. But when someone asked (I don’t remember who) I think he asked me if it would be okay for me and then he told them that I am indeed his girlfriend.

The next day we went on a walk in the morning. (He lives by the sea). Almost no one was there besides some people walking there dogs. Felt like nintendogs in real life, aha. He later said it was the most romantic walk he ever had. Later that day there was his birthday bbq at his. I went to bed at some point because I was so tired. Then we went out with his friends. We went to three bars. Up to this point no kissing or anything. Only cuddling at night. He was drunk and I was maybe a little tipsy. He said something along „If there weren’t so many people and you were comfortable I would kiss you right now.“ We went to a club. I felt a bit sick which was why I wanted a glass of water and to sit down. Everyone else was dancing but we were sitting there talking. Unfortunately I can’t remember what his exact words were but I think he asked me if he could kiss me or just go for it. He thought I would turn him down but I kissed him back. Also maybe my hand went down his pants but who knows. We then went home. He stared at me for the whole 30min walk. It was almost scary. I remember telling him I‘m sorry but I can’t do this. By this I mean wanking him off or giving him a bj. (Btw could my post get flagged?? I hope not.) Although I‘ve liked tried it and for a girl that has never kissed someone, never kisses someone with tongue, never touched a dick or had one in her mouth I feel like I‘ve done a pretty good job doing all that in one night, on my second day with him. And I was almost sober so. Anyway at this point I got anxious again. But I took my shirt of (when spooning) and told him but we can do this and took his hand, placed it on my boob. But then I started kissing him again. We didn’t have had sex that night tho. He was too drunk.

The next morning we showered together. (Which was my idea). And from that day on we always showered together. I think that day we went to the cinema with a friend of his. We didn’t do a lot when I was there just because we have a lot of things planned for September, the first two days were very stressful and we wanted to use the time to get to know each other. So that day we had sex and were sober. But apart from that we spent a lot of tim cuddling and watching films. Nothing too exiting but we never got bored because somehow we never get bored when being together and we can talk for hours or just be cuddling. I was so happy being with him, I don’t regret anything and I can’t wait to see him again in 33 days.

So there you have it. The story with the happy ending. Let’s hope the happy ending lasts forever.

#slytherinspage #personal #non hp #LDR #ACEapp

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city-of-angel · 5 years ago

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Dear Self,

Hi. Bonjour~~

How are you? It’s been hard lately yeah? Are you still thinking about negative thoughts? I bet you are. (PS : Suddenly it’s raining outside after so much days dry and clean on the floor TT.TT)

There’s few notes that i want you to remembered. As usual, it might be easier to said, lighter to wrote but surely heavier to done. But let’s begin from the beginning. The highlihts about who you were before, what you’ve been thru and who you’ve become.

Chapter 1.

Do you remember when you were a little girl . You were always be a happy girl. You love to being a center of the attention. You love to sing and dance. And everyone’s been so proud of you. Your brother loves you so much and he likes to hold your hand everytime you’re going out to school or somewhere else together. I know you’re questioning something in your head about how did it happened then? The distance and the boundaries. It might be something that you cannot understand at your young age. Maybe something happened that makes your relationship with him makes you more distant and far. It’s nothing compared bout what happened to your parents. After time passed, there’s major change that happened about how they talk and how they treat you, and make you change the perspective about how you see a family . But let’s we talk this in another page since it will take a really long page if we break it down here,and to remember it will be exhausting again to you. In short, you are a believer. You are always believe everything’s going to be okay. You believe in goodness and the magic of time. Everytime , someone or a condition knock you down, you always get up, put your dang pretty smile and prove them that nothing’s gonna change you, you will always be the person who have faith and sided with grace ,kindness, and forgiveness. Everytime, But not until what happenned at July 2019 rite? After all these years, You kind of questioning about what you did ? Yes, the world has cheated on you. Because the world never be fair.You start to challenge to be as selfish as them, as rude as them. But since you are a natural person. You just can’t and you start over again . But again this time, you STILL believe it wourld work. You believe it wouldn’t failed. But then it would. Again. In the most harsh and worst way ever.

Chapter 2.

Remembered that day when everything teared you up. You thought it was a for a while, for one case only, You never knew and never imagine about what coming after is really coming. You keep wondering why did i deserve this? What did i do wrong? Did i really do wrong? Is this really my fault? You keep blaming yourself over and over again till you believe that you are the one to blame. But back again , after one and two case ended. There’s come another hurricane that make you want to yell and scream “ Why again? Why me? “. The rage, the sadness , the unfairness comes right in hand wiithout early notice and it’s shaking your world like ..really shaking your worlds. Your perspective changed, the way you see things changed, Everything that you believe is not real anymore. And your eyes opened, and you know rite since the very first place , you knew that you needed this to grew. Then you get up again, back into your feet, doing many activities, meeting new people, being a happy girl. You thought it was a over, The sorrow is over, the tears is done. But after all the shock case is shown, it left with you with such a deep blank whole . Make you questioning again about what should you do? Where’s your direction? Can i do this? I won’t do this? It’s a simple questions for an adult like you. But you lost your point of view, your principal, your grip, your anchor, mostly your truth about life, everything that you believe is questioned you back, since you don’t believe anything real is really real, don’t believe kindness will won, you don’t believe anything at all. Not sometimes believing that you are really worth this world, Not believing anyhting at all. That was very tough but see you still wake up right in the morning, put your clothes and smile? That was very hard, but you know there’s many people to love to see your face and hear your laugh. Many people waiting for you to chat them back, to call them back, to meet you in the middle of the rain. So how you can say that you are not worthy? You are so loved. So you know. You are so loved by many.

Chapter 3.

You don’t need to stop crying nor stop feeling pain. You must go through so you can be free. Take a look back into the past 2 months. There’s so many things that you should be grateful for. Mostly people who’s been there for you and boost you up. So say thanks to them:

- For F

‘ Thank you for being true. Thank you for being such a good company from the beginning, answering phone, chating back, being honest, thoughtful. F i never thought that you will be so open to me and telling me all the truth i need to hear and i already told you every dark side,dark memory that makes me realize that i am now in the right path. Thank you for being my ear and eyes. Thank you for listening and answering and mostly for your time. Really’

- For V

‘ You are a miracle. You’re such a good person and strong woman. I learned so much from you . And in the end, you are a miracle that solve one of my problems. When i look back , i never thought THAT will lead to THIS. You know? Who knows? That we solved each other problems. Thank you for always worrying about me. Thank you for being there all the time . And accept me in my worst‘

- For N

‘ You are my twins. You are always see me before i can see myself. Thank you for understanding the deepest, darkest, silliest, scariest of my thought. Thank you for holding my hands, reminding me of God, grace and patience. You are so pure and you make me want to keep my grace’

- For M

‘ My longtime friends and a person who always have a special place in my life. 10 years and finally we met again. Even we’re not sharing so many things but you saved me that day when you drove right away to my town. You are a natural person, seeing you and talking with you again is such a moment to remember to me. “

- For LIMA + New Friends at New Office

‘ You are gold guys, Your joke made my day. And your sillyness cheer me up, I am so sorry in the first place that i am not opened up to you. It’s hard for me to talk to a new person. But we meet like you destined to boost me up. You guys make me smile. All day . And that’s gold to me.So thank you so much.”

- For Happy Girls.

‘ Mi moms, mi sist. Thank you for teaching me how to be a great woman. You both are a true warrior. Looking back of what you both been going thru in the past maybe not compared with what’s happened to me. So for that, i am so grateful that you trust me as your little sister. You are both my wings on my each side. “

- For Communities

‘ Too many people so i can’t mention it one by one . But thank you for having me back, I miss the crowd, audiences, clap and you guys so welcoming me back. It make me realize that i am so loved and i can still doing many things, many pleasure and after what happened ,the world will not stop rite? Show must go on. ”

- For A

‘ You are a treasure. You tolerate me so well until i keep feeling guilty inside my head. Surely i can’t go pass thru this without your point of view, your thoughts, and your wisdom that make me realize about the truth that i want to reach. I will be forever grateful and forever thankful, and hoping someday i can share your wisdom to another people and i can become someone truly blessed like you. I believe we have met before? Didnt we? Many thanks. “

- For T

‘ Mon garcon!! Thank you for being such a random new friends. You always there when i want to meet. You never define me , You never try to read between the lines. You make me feel i deserve a good company without any persona at all. It might be seems nothing to you. But since we just met not so long ago. You spark my mood day by day. Each time and everytime and surely God bless you and Thanks really not for trying to define, judge , guessing or read me at all .“

- For Moms, Dad, Bro , Sis

‘ Thank you for understanding me about i’m going thru even i’m not sharing many details. I feel guilty and horrible because part of this plan is your dreams too for me. I am so truly sorry.And I love you so much’

POST CREDIT.

Dear Self, Remember you want to be known as the original you. You dont want people to see u like “ Oh look at that girl, I understand that she become like ‘that/in worst way” because she’s having a bad past bla bla” .

But you want to be remembered as “ See her, look how bad what’s she going thru and still she keep her grace”

What a beautiful word. Grace. It’s not only define nice , good or beauty. But it’s a Grace.

Today is the big day for you. BUT not really that big since you’re not really took interest of it for the past 2-3 yearsXD

But Happy Belated Birthday to You :) You deserved all the love in the world and see what’s people has done for you. That you should be grateful. You are so loved. Remember that. You are so loved.

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waterlinkedgirl · 8 years ago

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Party poppers

I guess that makes me exactly one month and a fashionable 5 minutes late, then?

Happy birthday, Shiraishi Kuranosuke!

ShiraYuki fluff, featuring Fuji and Yukari.

The sound of party poppers was starting to get stuck in his ears. As he made his way to his house, he was starting to think that one more party popper, and he would go crazy.

But he knew he couldn’t escape his fate.

He turned the doorknob, and as he walked through the door, the now all-too-familiar shouts of “Happy birthday!” burst forth. But there were no party poppers this time.

“Yukimura? Fuji? What are you doing here in Osaka?”

“Celebrating your birthday, silly! Why else would we be here?” Fuji said.

“Well, yeah. Of course.” Shiraishi put his school bag on a chair. “I hope you don’t mind if I change clothes?”

“Of course not,” Yukimura smiled. “It’s your house, after all.”

“I’ll be right back.” And as he said that, he briefly bowed and went upstairs.

“Oh, please forgive my big bro for being such a grump. He’s always like this on his birthday.”

“He is?”

“Yeah,” Yukari said. “His school and his friends always go all out to surprise him, but, like. At completely different times. Last year he had at least 5 different surprise parties. Needless to say, he was half dead by the time he got home.”

“That… sounds pretty rough. I mean, my school hasn’t thrown any surprise parties since Yagyuu caught me at a bad moment and ended up being forced to be absent from school for over a whole month.”

“What happened? No, never mind, I don’t want to know,” she said, aware of who was standing in front of her. I mean, what member of any high school tennis club didn’t know of the legendary Yukimura Seiichi?

“My club doesn’t do surprise parties anymore either. I wonder why?”

“I think it is because the last person that tried to surprise you ended up fishing cactus needles out of their behind for at least three weeks.”

“Oh, yeah.”

Yukari wondered just what people she had let into the house. She definitely didn’t hear this from her brother.

Lost in thoughts, Shiraishi unbuttoned his school shirt. Why did they come all the way to his house to celebrate his birthday? He had thought that for them, sending a card would have been sufficient.

But no, now they were here. Just when he thought his birthday was finally going to be over. He liked his birthday, he really did, and there were so many people who tried their hardest to make this day the best day of the year, but it always left him so exhausted at the end of the day.

Pulling off his pants, he looked back. He had been friends with them for three years now. It all started at that U-17 camp, when they shared a room. And an interest for plants. And not too much later, their phone numbers and email addresses.

With Yukimura it had started a little earlier. He remembered being invited over to Rikkai, where he walked through the rooftop garden and listened to Yukimura’s stories.

He looked at himself in the mirror. Unfortunately, his mirror was a little small, so he had to angle himself a bit to get a proper look at himself.

“What should I put on…?”

He wondered what Yukimura would like him to wear. They had visited each other’s houses pretty often, even though they lived pretty far apart. The four hour train ride was a sacrifice he was willing to make. But every time he got so nervous about what to wear, he ended up not changing at all.

Somehow, that was even more embarrassing.

Today was the day he’d put on some damn casual clothes for once, instead of his school uniform.

He picked his favourite green t-shirt, before pulling it off again and trying something different. Again.

“So you’re the famous Yukimura Seiichi big bro’s been talking about. I’ve been missing you every time you came over because of my Girl’s Day with my friends, but you’re awfully handsome, aren’t you.”

“Eh? He’s been talking about me?”

“Yeah, he’s been gushin’ about you every dinner. It gets annoying sometimes, but he’s having such a great time talking about you we can’t really stop him.”

“Hmm? You two had that kind of relationship?” Fuji chuckled.

“It’s not anything like that. We just hang out together pretty often.”

“On a weekly basis?” Yukari asked.

“Yes?”

“And you go to fancy places to hang out?”

“Well, I wouldn’t call them fancy but—”

“Oh please. You two are practically dating!”

“We’re… what?”

After a while, Shiraishi grudgingly gave up trying to find the best clothing combination he had, and went with the green t-shirt anyway.

“Big bro~~ You’re leaving your boyfriend waiting~!”

“H-He’s not…! Don’t say weird things, Yukari!” He hurried putting his pants on, just to prevent the situation from escalating.

“Saa~, you two do seem to be hanging out at each other’s houses a lot…”

“So what?!” A quick check-up on his hair, no strands out of place—

“What, you say? I just think it’s suspicious to get Yukimura on the phone when I’m calling you. Almost if you’re…”

Shiraishi’s face quickly turned red. As he rushed down the stairs, he shouted: “You’ve got it all wrong, there’s no way Yukimura and I are sleeping together…!”

He opened the living door room, only to be met with Fuji’s never-changing smug smile. “I didn’t say that.”

“Big bro, your face is on fire!” Yukari laughed.

“Well, who wouldn’t be embarrassed?!” Shiraishi hurriedly jumped to his defence. “…Wait. Where’s Yukimura?”

“Oh, he’s getting a glass of water.”

Shiraishi walked to the kitchen to speak to him. “Yukimura, you shouldn’t listen to those two, they’re just—”

“Teasing us, yes. Shiraishi, you should know better than to listen to what those two are saying.” Yukimura averted his eyes and took another sip from the glass of water.

Did he imagine it or was that the remnant of a blush on his cheeks?

“Should we get the presents out or should we leave you two be lovey-dovey over there?”

Yukimura choked on his water and burst out into coughing.

“Are you okay?” He placed a hand on Yukimura’s shoulder.

And in between coughs: “Let’s just get on with the presents, shall we.”

They returned to the main room just in time to see Yukari and Fuji sharing a high five.

“You two really enjoy this, don’t you.”

“Yep,” came in unison.

Realizing he still had his hand on Yukimura’s shoulder he inconspicuously tried to remove it.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice that,” Fuji said.

A sigh.

“Well then,” Yukari said, clapping her hands, “I think Fuji should start!”

“Ah, okay. Then, happy birthday, Shiraishi.” Fuji handed him a card with little cactuses on it.

“Thank you. Cactuses, huh…”

“Aren’t they cute?”

He looked inside. Hanging onto the card by a paperclip was a shopping receipt. “’Happy birthday, Ku-chan,’” he read. “Don’t call me Ku-chan!”

All other people present burst into laughing.

“Why not? I think it’s a cute name.”

His hand brought itself to his forehead. “Anyway, I’m continuing. ‘Because I know you like looking at yourself almost as much as looking at Y…’ Fuji. Do I really have to read this out loud.”

“Absolutely.”

He sighed once again, and put on his most dramatic voice. “Yukimura. Who you took care of faithfully for these many, many years. Who you cared for, made him laugh, brought him tea… Oh, I’m sure you didn’t mind. To Shiraishi Kuranosuke, I bequeath—”

Instinctively, he ducked. But nothing came.

“Go on,” Fuji urged him.

“I don’t feel like getting any boots to the head.”

“Oh no, it’s not what you think. Just read it.”

“We won’t continue ‘till you’ve finished it~”

His voice had reduced to a mumble. “’To Shiraishi Kuranosuke, I bequeath… a full-length mirror to be delivered to his house in a week due’?

Oh wow, Fuji, you shouldn’t have. Thank you!”

“Hey, don’t stop too early.”

“What more is on there?” Shiraishi frowned. “’Love, Fuji Syuusuke. p.s. and a boot to the head. ☺’”

And indeed, Yukari gleefully flung one of her boots at his head.

“Yukari, no!”

But it already was too late.

With an amazing sound of impact, it landed straight into his face.

“Guahh!”

As the boot started falling to the ground a snort could be heard.

“Your face! Your f…” Yukimura burst into laughing.

Restoring from that mighty blow was a rather difficult task. He could feel the place where the boot hit become red.

But hearing Yukimura laughing like that helped ease the pain a little.

“My sister also baked a cherry pie for you. I put it on the table.”

“Really? Thank you! Will you give my thanks to your sister?” he said, rubbing the spot where the boot collided.

“Of course.”

“I already gave you my presents this morning, big bro. You’re not getting any more from me.”

“I know, I know.”

“It’s my turn, huh. To be honest, when Fuji dragged me along to go to your house I wasn’t really prepared… So I brought one of my plants.”

“Liar,” Fuji whispered.

“It’s true. You kind of called me over on a whim.”

“Yukimura, is this hand-painted?” Shiraishi’s eyes fell from the flower to the pot, decorated with patterns of greens, whites and blues.

“It is. …Do you like it?” Yukimura asked tentatively.

“Yes! Somehow, looking at the patterns…” he traced his finger over a curl on the ceramic “…makes me feel a bit at ease.”

“I was wondering when you’d taken up pottery painting… You’d been working on this for weeks, from what I’ve seen.

“D-Did n-” Disagreeing would be a blatant lie. Agreeing would contradict his earlier statement. And thus, the child of god froze in his words, while his face burned up in embarrassment.

He laughed. “Thank you, Yukimura.”

“…You’re welcome." And in barely more than a breath, Yukimura managed to reclaim his composure.

“A narcissus flower, huh… Do you know the meaning of this flower?” He let his fingers go over the bright petals of the flowers.

“I told you, it was on a whim. But if I remember correctly…” Yukimura paused a second to think, “it means ‘respect’ in hanakotoba.”

“It does. But do you know of the Western meaning?”

Yukimura dug into his memory. “New… beginnings?”

“That’s right. But this smaller, more fragrant variety has an extra meaning.” He wondered if he should really tell him.

“That is?”

Well, it’s not like he could turn back. “It means ‘love’,” he said, eyeing Yukimura from the side.

“…Eh?”

“To be more exact, it means something around the lines of ‘love me, desire, affection returned’…”

Yukimura quickly turned red. “I told you it was on a whim…! I didn’t know! I just thought… this flower fit you.”

“I know, I know, don’t worry.” Though, if he unconsciously chose this flower… No, he said he didn’t know.

“How come you know so much about this flower?”

“Of course, the bulbs are poisonous.”

Yukimura put his fingers to the bridge of this nose. “I should have known.”

“Thank you, Yukimura. I’ll take good care of it. I really love—”

A sneeze.

“It’s got a pretty nice strong smell, doesn’t it.”

Yukimura’s fingers started covering not just his nose, but hiding his entire face. “What did you just say?”

“Huh? I said I really love the flower?”

“O-oh.” Yukimura breathed out. What did he think it was, anyway?

“Speaking of which, I brought a movie for us to watch,” Fuji said. And indeed, he took a DVD from his bag.

“Which movie?”

“Saa~”

The case was blank, it had no title, no images, nothing. Knowing Fuji, it could be anything from a horror movie to a sappy romancey one.

“Of course,” Fuji said, “I have my camera ready.”

“Why do you always take your camera with you when the three of us are doing something?”

“Because you’re my favourite people to tease, aside from Tezuka and Yuuta.”

“…How so?”

“It’s so much fun seeing you two all flustered when you’re usually a wall of smiles or unfazed. Besides, sometimes you two seem to need a push in the right direction.” Fuji spared a glance at Yukimura.

“A push?” Shiraishi asked. “What the heck would we need a push for?”

“Rather than that, let’s watch.” Yukari sat down on an empty chair, watching the scene unfold.

“Hey, answer me! Yukari, Fuji!”

Fuji simply smiled and put the DVD in.

“Yukimura? Do you know?” “No,” he said as he sat down on the couch.

That had to be a lie.

“Well, it doesn’t matter too much, I suppose.” In reflex, he flopped on the couch, bare inches from Yukimura.

“You’re pretty close, aren’t you?” Fuji said.

“Ah, uh, no this is—” Yukimura stammered, before the two went to sit at a proper distance.

“Don’t worry about that,” Fuji said, “I already have it on camera.”

“…What’s with that,” Shiraishi butted in.

“I’ve been watching you two, you know? Hoping to get some nice shots. But the thing is, every time I think something’s gonna happen, either of you backs out. Shiraishi reaching for Yukimura’s hand but holding back, Yukimura almost leaning against you…”

For a split second red faces met startled gazes before embarrassedly looking away.

“You’ve been stalking us, then?” Yukimura asked.

“I don’t stalk you any more than I stalk Yuuta,” Fuji smiled.

“Next time just ask, if you wanna come along,” Shiraishi said.

“But I want to see you two when you’re alone together. It just isn’t the same between you two if the three of us hang out.”

“I’m sorry, Fuji, for making you feel like that.” Shiraishi apologetically put his hand to the back of his head.

“No, it’s alright.” Fuji wistfully looked away, his hair fluttering to the sides in an invisible wind.

“…Can we make it up to you?”

Fuji opened his eyes.

“You’ll just have to show you’re fine showing affection to each other when I’m around.”

“What?”

“Wouldn’t this movie be the perfect opportunity to prove that? I’m just asking you guys to do what you couldn’t.”

“J-just wait a moment…”

“I’m not asking for much, really. Just allow me some good shots. Remember the things I said? Holding hands, cuddling. Maybe you could be bold and go in for a—”

“Fuji!” he shouted, panicked.

‘A kiss with Yukimura?! What was Fuji thinking?! Yukimura’s lips, on mine, hand cradling my cheek— No, what am I thinking?!’

He hid his blushing face behind his hand.

‘Damn…’

The feeling wouldn’t leave his mind.

He looked at Yukimura. Yukimura was looking away, his face equally red.

‘Though probably not for the same reason…’

“Just kidding, just kidding. But I stand by my point. In fact, I don’t plan on leaving until you prove it to me.”

“Now this.”

“I’ll give you all movie the time to work out your things.”

“I’ll get the popcorn!” Yukari shouted. “Guess there’ll be more than one thing to watch tonight,” she added with a wink.

“What has this all become…” Shiraishi sighed. “Just when I thought my birthday would be over…”

“Are you not glad that I’m here?” Yukimura asked, his face turning into a pout that was way too cute for someone called the ‘Child of God’.

“That’s not it! I’m… Well… I’m really glad you’re here. But this whole thing…” he gestured at the situation.

“I know. See our visit as an act of friendship on behalf of me and Fuji.”

‘Friendship, huh…’

“I know, and I’m glad you came. And hey, It could be worse. At least you’re not making your entrance in a giraffe costume on rollerblades.”

“That happened?”

“Yes.”

“What the hell,” Yukimura laughed.

“I know, right? Well, strange things happen in Shitenhoji anyway.”

‘And even stranger things with you.’

“What?” Yukimura gave him an incredulous stare.

He put a hand to his mouth. ‘Oh shit. Did I say that out loud?’

“A-anyway, movie?” he stuttered.

“Sure. Fuji?”

“On it.”

To his surprise, the movie was rather decent.

Even though he wasn’t too interested in the musical numbers, the characters were interesting and the plot sustained itself well.

He was just starting to get into the movie when he got distracted by an amiable warmth against his shoulder.

“Y-Y-Yukimura…?”

His shoulders tensed up and his heart beat went out of control when he looked at the figure of Yukimura, leaning against him.

“Will you relax? It’s less comfortable when your shoulders are tense.”

Now tinged by a soft blush, he tried his best to lower them again.

“Yukimura,” he said, unable to keep his eyes off his shape, “I don’t want you to feel forced to do this. I know what Fuji said about leaving but—”

Yukimura smiled. “I’m not forcing myself. I just really felt like allowing myself to stop holding back and start doing things I’ve been wanting to do for a long time.”

Yukimura snuggled closer, and he couldn’t help but let his face burn up.

‘Start doing what you’ve wanted to do, huh…’

“…Is it really okay?”

“Would I still be here if it wasn’t?”

He smiled in relief, before letting his own head lean against Yukimura’s. Maybe he should stop holding back, too.

He let a finger run over the back of Yukimura’s hand, looking closely for any signs of discomfort.

When Yukimura affectionately rubbed his cheek against his shoulder, he knew it was alright.

Taking Yukimura’s hand in his own, he gently lifted Yukimura’s palm.

That warmth…

Softly he stroked the backside of Yukimura’s fingers with his thumb, relishing the feeling bubbling up in his stomach. He happily continued fondling Yukimura’s hand, playing with Yukimura’s fingers in his own. Until he finally settled for intertwining them with his, letting himself melt into Yukimura’s touch.

…he wouldn’t mind drowning in it for all eternity.

When did he fall asleep? Wrapped in a comfortable warmth, his cheek being gently stroked, he almost didn’t want to open his eyes.

“…But what if he doesn’t? I don’t want this to break…” Yukimura said.

But he had no choice than to wake up.

“You guys can’t be like this forever. Someone’s got to make a move,” Fuji said.

He groaned, before finally opening his eyes. ‘Oh, the movie already ended… Wait, why was everything in such a weird angle…?’

“It seems our sleeping beauty has finally woken up. Did you have fun, sleeping in Yukimura’s lap?” Fuji said.

“I… What?!” He startled upright.

Sure enough, when he looked at it, those were Yukimura’s legs. And sure enough, the hand that was now dropping to Yukimura’s lap couldn’t have been any other hand than Yukimura’s.

“It’s a shame you had to wake up so soon~ You were so cute, too, huddling against Yukimura, mumbling his name…”

“Are you kidding me?! I-I didn’t…!”

“You did,” came from Yukimura. “It was absolutely adorable.”

“Don’t worry about credibility,” Fuji said, holding up his camera. “I have all pictures.”

He hid his scarlet face behind his hands in embarrassment.

“How did it end up like this…”

“Isn’t it okay?” Fuji asked. “You did seem to enjoy it.”

“I wouldn’t mind doing it again, if you want to,” Yukimura said. “I also enjoyed it, after all.”

“You did?”

“Of course. Your sleeping face is too precious,” Yukimura laughed.

He let out a sigh, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart. He couldn’t deny that it had been heavenly, that warmth, but he still couldn’t believe Yukimura was really…

“So, what about that final present?” Fuji asked Yukimura.

“Final present?” he asked.

“Ah, uh, yes. I actually had a last present prepared, but…” Yukimura sighed. “I wasn’t really sure whether to give it to you.”

“Why would you hesitate?”

“…Because I’m not sure whether you’d like it or not.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. I mean, it’s from you, after all.”

Yukimura moved from his sitting place, moving closer, moving… to sit right in front of him.

“Is it okay if I sit like this?” Yukimura asked, shifting to a slightly more comfortable position over Shiraishi’s legs.

“I, u-uh, ah, s-sure.” Yukimura’s blue eyes locked with his, leaving him nigh unable to form coherent sentences.

Yukimura moved closer, placing a hand on Shiraishi’s cheek. “You see, I…”

Those sincere eyes of Yukimura were drawing him in, closer with every passing breath. They seemed to engulf the world around him, until it felt like Yukimura’s very presence connected to something deep in his heart.

Yukimura closed his eyes.

“I…” What came from Yukimura’s mouth was barely a whisper. “…I lo-”

Their lips connected.

In that single moment, that kiss brought forth a wave of heated tingles, moving like sparks from his lips to his cheeks, warming his shoulders and chest before finally settling in his stomach, swirling around like falling stars.

Even though it felt like an eternity, almost immediately Yukimura startled away.

“…Oops. Guess I can’t back out anymore, then.”

He was still left speechless from the kiss.

“I love you. I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while, but… Well, I was afraid you wouldn’t like me back, and I didn’t want to lose what we have. It took me a little too long to realize I liked spending time with you a little more than just a friendship would warrant. And it took me way too long to learn I had fallen for you.

I’m not asking you to immediately accept my feelings, as I know you might not feel the same way. But I want you to at least give them some time.

I know I’m kind of taking a risk here, as it’s your birthday and all, but…

I want to go out with you, even though that wouldn’t change our current situation a lot. I want to stay by your side. I love you, Shiraishi.”

For a moment, he was stunned, processing all the things that happened within the last two minutes.

Yukimura was on the verge of moving away. “I understand if you want to think this over, but I just had to let this—”

He pulled him into a hug.

“Shi…raishi…?”

“I love you too,” he finally managed to say, letting his head rest on Yukimura’s shoulder. “I didn’t want to rush you into anything you wouldn’t want. Heck, I didn’t even know whether you returned my feelings or not! And I held back, and held back more… And it’s been so hard…”

Before he knew it, tears started rolling down his cheeks, and his voice trembled.

“There were so many nights I wanted to call you and let my heart out, but I knew I’d be too afraid. Do you remember that awkward phone call at 1 AM, right before Christmas last year? I had been so close to giving in that time, that I just wanted to hear your voice saying it’d be alright. In the end, the call never went anywhere, did it?

I never thought that maybe, just maybe, you’d feel the same.”

He laughed. All of this seemed just like a dream.

“Yukimura… Thank you. This is the best birthday present ever. I love you, too.”

A warm wetness made his shoulder moist.

“Are you crying, Yukimura?”

They pulled away from the hug, and indeed he saw Yukimura’s tear-streaked smile.

“I never thought I’d get sentimental over something like this,” Yukimura laughed, wiping his tears.

“Have we really been pining after each other for years, never realizing how we felt about each other?”

“It seems so… Guess we still have much to learn on the area of love.”

“Let’s take our time and master all of it, shall we?”

“You really are a dork sometimes,” Another chuckle from Yukimura. “But I guess you’re my dork now.”

“Ah~, ecstasy~!”

They both laughed.

Even as the evening came to an end, and the moon became the only light outside save for some sparse city lights, they talked. About what they felt, the near-slipups of the past, and some more silly proclamations of love.

He had never had a happier birthday in his entire life.

#prince of tennis #fanfic #shiraishi kuranosuke #Yukimura Seiichi #now that I think of this I've never tagged my ShiraYuki as ShiraYuki #eh #Fuji Syuusuke #Shiraishi Yukari

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scotianostra · 4 months ago

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Happy Birthday Christina 'Licorice' McKechnie, born on October 2nd 1945 in Edinburgh.

This is always a difficult post for, I say Happy Birthday to Licorice, but in my heart I think she is dead, she was last heard from in 1990, and the last sighting of, "Likkie’’ as she became known, was hitchhiking across the Arizona desert.

Christina ‘Licorice’ McKechnie was born in Edinburgh in 1945, there is nothing about her early life online that I can find, her story starts when she was known around the folk clubs of Auld Reekie, reciting poetry, it was around this time she left home-and was set to marry, the late great Scottish folk musician Bert Jansch. The banns had been called, (Banns were a legal requirement and were an intention of marriage, posted for people to see in their parish,) the wedding never took place, Jansch left Scotland for Morocco.

Likkie began a relationship with Robin Williamson who along Robin,Clive Palmer and Mike Heron had form The Incredible String Band, the group split for a time when Williamson and Likkie went travelling but reformed on their return as a duo with Heron. They later played on the same bill as Leonard Cohen and Joni Mitchell, Likkie joined then as vocalist and they recorded the album, The 5000 Spirits or the Layers of the Onion.

The band went on to have success touring but had limited commercial success. They got involved with Scientology in the 60’s and it is said to have contributed to a decline in their music quality, they did however play Woodstock in 69, they were scheduled to play the first day and a fee of $4500 had been agreed, this would have been a huge sum for them back in the 60’s and you would have thought bigger things beckoned. The band didn’t appear on the film of the festival as they refused to play in the rain, their slot was taken by the fabulous Melanie (Safka) who later wrote “Lay Down (Candles in the Rain)” about her day. “String Band” played the next day on a mainly rock day, the world missed out and so did they.

By late 1969, they had established a communal base at Glen Row near Innerleithen, Likkie and Robin split around this time although she remained in the group till 1972. After a failed marriage to musician Brian Lambert she featured on an album with Williamson and his Merry men and an album with Woody Woodmansey’s band U-Boat. Beyond this, it's believed that she may have bounced around, living perhaps in Los Angeles, Arizona, and Sacramento.

The Diversity of Classic Rock website reports that McKechnie's sister last heard from her in 1990, when McKechnie had been recovering from surgery in Sacramento. The site is also one of many that claims McKechnie disappeared in the Arizona desert, but this has never been conclusively proved.

Time to hit the kitchen to grab a few grains of salt because Reddit has also weighed in on her disappearance, with unproven theories ranging from a Scientology connection to parsing the words of former bandmates who wish (emphasis on the present tense) her well.

Redditors also claim that McKechnie's family hired private investigators to find her, though they were unsuccessful. Others counter that she's been traced via a basic internet search to a small city in the States. The confusion is enough to make any casual sleuth hope that McKechnie just grew tired of the spotlight and is now happy in her anonymity.

I’ll leave it up to you to decide whether Likkie is dead, or if she is living way off grid somewhere on the other side of the Atlantic celebrating her 79th birthday.

#scotland #scottish #musician #missing #mystery

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blackcatstudio · 8 years ago

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A Valentine To Not Forget!

(AN: This is a triple crossover story so beware that there is some shipping involve in the story. This is also my sneak peak of my next chapter of my story that I have doing on Wattpad. Hope you’d enjoy and have a happy Valentine Day Everyone!!!)

“My most favorite holiday ever other than Christmas” said Mettaton as he walk aside with Napstablook floating beside Mettaton.

“Y… yeah, do you think she’ll come to our party?” Mettaton smiled, “of course darling. Lapis knows you love her. Besides who wouldn’t come to an adorable ghost like you.”

Napstablook cheek turn blue, “oh… uh… t… thank you Mettaton.”

“Anytime darling.”

*Meantime*

“This party is going to be great” said MK as he helped Frisk and Asgore to set up the party.

Asgore nods, “Frisk is excited for Friday to come over along with his family.”

MK looks at Frisk, “Oh… your boyfriend is coming over.”

Frisk nods as her cheeks turned red.

Asgore laughs as he began to get his valentine homemade cookies out. All the cookies are shaped as a heart though some are either pink and/or red. Frisk and MK looks at the cookies and each try the cookies as Frisk gave a thumbs up and MK use his tail once he was done to make a ‘I love it’ kind of signal with his tail.

Asgore laughs, “I’m so glad you children loves it. I have two more long pans to make before I completely have this for the party.”

Soon the doorbell ring as Frisk call out that she would answer the door. As she opens it to see Friday and his parents had arrived early.

“Wow, you guys are here early.”

Friday smiled, “we like to be on time.”

Frisk giggles, “you are getting good with your puns.”

Jack nods, “we both love to pun around every now and then.”

Everyone even MK and Asgore started to laugh at Jack’s pun.

“I’m so glad you three have come. I do have some cookies ready. Frisk and MK tried it and you can ask them how it taste.”

MK smiled wide, “it’s so good! Asgore is the best cooker ever!”

Frisk nods, “he’s right about that.”

Asgore brought the pan out as he had Jack and Sally get theirs then Friday got his. Sally try her first and smiled.

“This is really good.”

Jack tried it and agreed, “this is far by the best.”

Friday try his cookie and loved it as he began to eat faster to get it all gone.

Sally gave Friday a stern look, “Friday Jay, Skellington you shouldn’t be eating that fast! You’ll get sick.”

“Sorry mom” said Friday as he swallow the cookie.

Soon another knock was heard at the door. This time it was Asgore turn to open the door. He smiled when he saw Sans and Papyrus at the door.

“Please come in. We were expecting you two to come.”

Sans and Papyrus walked in as Frisk ran up to hug both of the skeleton brothers.

“I’m so happy to see you two come.”

Sans looks at Frisk, “didn’t think we would?”

Papyrus looks up to see the Skellington family are at the party early.

“Oh I see you all made it here quite early.”

Sans look over and nods, “you know the party don’t start till another hour.”

Jack nods, “we know just Friday wanted to see Frisk early.”

Sans and Papyrus nods understanding as Friday’s face turned red.

“Dad…”

Everyone was preparing the meal as Frisk and Friday went outside to be alone for a while. MK wanted to come but Asgore knew that Friday wanted to be alone with Frisk so he had MK help to set the table.

Frisk smiles up at Friday as she and Friday got away from the house.

“It’s so nice that Valentine is here. You know it is my favorite right?”

Friday nods nervously, “y… yeah it sure is.”

Frisk thought a minute, “I know this could be out of mind but when is your birthday?”

Friday looks at Frisk saying, “it’s March seventh.”

“Saint Patrick Day huh?”

Friday nods, “yeah, um… my parents always throw a big party for me on that day.”

Frisk nodded once more before they were interrupted.

“Hey guys!”

Both turn to see Steven and the gems coming over. Frisk smiled as she ran to hug Steven. Friday smiled as he walk over to them.

“Hi, guess you guys are all early too.”

Garnet nods, “we like to be on time.”

Lapis looks down as she ask trying to hide her blush, “i… is Napstablook here?”

Frisk shook her head, “I’m sure he and Mettaton would both be here really soon.”

Lapis nods, “oh okay thanks.”

Frisk looks up at Pearl saying with a smile, “but… Sans is here helping to set up the party. If you want you can go talk to him. I know you wanna…”

Steven try to not laugh but found it hard to do since Amethyst broke out in laughter. Pearl’s cheek turn blue as she looks down.

Friday sighs, “she’s always that way.”

Garnet said smiling, “come on let’s meet everyone else. You two staying out?”

Friday and Frisk both nods as they watch Steven and the gems walk inside the house. Once Steven and the gems were in the house Frisk and Friday were alone at least for a little while till Undyne and Alphys show up.

Undyne looks at Friday asking, “hey you wanna do some more training?!”

Friday gave Undyne a concerned look.

Undyne shrugs saying, “hey don’t worry it won’t be like the last time. I go easy on you this time.”

Friday sighs, “sure why not.”

Alphys looks at Frisk asking, “I need your help with something.”

“Okay” said Frisk as she walk beside Alphys to the house, “good luck Friday!”

Once Frisk and Alphys went inside Undyne grab Friday by the wrist and took him further out so they both can do their training.

At the house, Alphys follow Frisk to the bedroom where Frisk sleeps as Frisk looks at Alphys.

“What is it you want me to help with?”

Alphys cheeks turned red as she put her pink bag on the bed and pull out a nice looking silver helmet that has sparkles on it.

“I… I made this for U… Undyne and I… know how much she likes to um… you know wear these things since… well you know she lost her other helmet… so I… I decide to make this for her. T… Toriel help put the sparkles on. I… I need your help to place U… Undyne’s name on it so… it can be her’s for a long time… if she like it that is.”

“Aw… Alphys that’s so sweet. I’m sure Undyne is going to love it. I’m more than willing to help.”

“R… really? T… thank you!”

With that the two girls went to work on the helmet.

In the meantime, everyone got everything all ready as Sans and Pearl went in their own corner to talk. Lapis sat on the couch waiting for Napstablook to show up. Peridot was making hissing noises at Flowey. Flowey was also doing the same with Peridot. That is till Garnet stop them both. Amethyst began to talk to Papyrus and Sally. Jack began to look for Friday wondering where he went.

Just then another knock on the door as Asgore went to answer it to find Muffet and Grillby with his children at the door. Asgore smiled as he let them in.

“I didn’t expect you here Grillby especially not your children.”

Grillby shrugs, “we decide to come anyways. You are a friend to me so it’s only right for all of us to come.”

“Thank you” said Asgore as he let everyone in when Toriel came in right afterwards, “oh Toriel glad you came.”

“Sorry I’m late. I was stuck on traffic.”

Asgore nods, “that’s alright I wonder if Napstablook and Mettaton are going to be late. I know Mettaton told Papyrus that he was driving his car here.”

Toriel nods, “I wouldn’t doubt. It’s pretty bad.”

Toriel walks in as she met up with Garnet and Peridot and began to talk to them as she put the grocery in the kitchen to put away.

Back outside there was a massive mess as Undyne began to use her spear to make Friday dodge each one. He had to jump, slid to the side, and fell on the ground before he had to quickly get back up. He began to get tired as he knelt down breathing hardly. Undyne stopped as she saw he was getting tired.

“You wanna stop?”

Friday nods as Undyne help him up, “alright we’ll stop. Just because you order me to.”

Friday smiled when suddenly they heard a loud bang in the front yard. Friday and Undyne ran to the front when they was a pink car smash on top of Muffet’s purple car and Grillby’s black van. Mettaton jump down as Napstablook floated down when they both saw Undyne and Friday.

Mettaton smiled as he walk up to Friday and hugged the poor skeleton so tight that he could barely breath.

“Hello darling it’s so nice to see you again!”

“Y… you too Mettaton” said Friday.

Undyne cross her arms smiling, “I thought I was the only bad driver around here.”

Napstablook sighs, “we um… took a shortcut.”

“Pfft… now sounding like Sans.”

Mettaton gave Undyne a evil look before he place Friday down. Napstablook floated to the house as Undyne help Mettaton to get his car off from the vehicles. Friday watch when the two finally got the car off and went inside the house.

Undyne turned to Friday asking, “hey you’re coming in?”

Friday shook his head, “not yet don’t worry I’ll come in soon.”

Undyne nods as she follow Mettaton in the house. Friday smiled as he began to walk beside the house. He sat down as he has his back on the house and cross his bony hands around his legs. Friday look up at the tree. He smiled slightly as he could feel the breeze brush against his body.

“It feel good to feel this nice cool breeze when you're super hot and tired” thought Friday.

Friday began to close his eyes sockets when he heard Frisk’s voice calling him along with his father’s. Friday open his eyes sockets as he began to stand up. He brush his black pants from the little bit of snow on the ground.

“Friday!”

Friday turn to see Frisk was coming over not seeing him at all. He smiled as he spoke.

“Hey Frisk, looking for me?”

Frisk turns as she gave a huge sigh of relief, “yeah, we were worry when Undyne told us you didn’t want to come in. Why is that?”

Friday shrugs, “I’m alright don’t worry. Just got done with training and well I wanted to get cool off.”

Frisk nods, “oh that makes sense.”

Frisk came closer to Friday as she kisses him on the cheek making Friday blush.

“Thanks I kinda needed that.”

“Just what I figured” said Frisk as she wink at him.

Friday laughs as they both heard Jack calling. Frisk turn to see that there was something else bothering Friday.

“Friday? Are you sure you’re fine?”

Friday nods, “yeah, just tired.”

“You wanna go home and rest?”

“No” Friday said raising his voice a little, “I’ll be alright just uh…” Friday didn’t know what to say afterwards but Frisk nods in understanding.

“Okay if you say so.”

Friday smiled when they both saw Jack came around the corner. Jack smiles when he saw Friday is alright.

“There you are. Didn’t you hear me calling?”

Friday looks down as he didn’t say anything. Frisk held his hand as she gave a wink.

Jack led the two into the house when Friday began to see things that was not what he had ever experienced before. It looks to be monsters screaming in fear. Muffet is yelling out that a sudicide kid is on the loose. Friday stood frozen as he could see Chara killing every monster in the house.

Frisk shook him making the scene change to find everyone is talking and having a good time. Frisk tilts her head as Friday use his arm to wipe his sweat off.

“You’re sure you are going to be okay?”

Friday nods, “I’m fine let’s just go in shall we?”

Frisk giggles when she walk up to Mettaton as Mettaton gave her a big welcoming hug. Friday sighs seeing everyone is having a good time. He only watch as everyone began to talk about what they are doing, what plans they have after the party, and whatnot.

Alphys turn to see that Friday is staying away from the others as she walk up to him. She sighs seeing him not talking or even notice her being beside him.

“F… Friday? Are you a...alright?”

Friday looks up at Alphys and nod, “y… yeah just need a little bit more time to get cool off. All that training. Heh.”

Alphys nods in understanding as she went to give Undyne her present. Undyne eyes widened as she pull out the helmet and put it on her head.

“Thank Alphys! This is the best! Thank you, thank you!”

Alphys giggles as she felt Undyne picking her up and began to twirl her around. Everyone was smiling as they saw Lapis giving her gift to Napstablook. Napstablook smiled when he saw Lapis had given him a red and white bow tie along with some mixtapes.

“Oh this is so… sweet. Thank you.”

Lapis blushes as she and Napstablook gave a quick kiss making everyone go in awe for the two couples.

Friday was staying silent as soon the scene began to change to find himself someplace he didn’t remember being in before. It looks to be like Christmas Town but it was much smaller. He began to explore when he spotted Papyrus is trying to spare Chara? Chara held her knife in her hand as she gave that awful smile at him.

Papyrus put his arms out for Chara to give him a hug.

“It’s alright human” Friday heard Papyrus say, “I know somewhere inside is a good person. You just need the Great Papyrus to help and guide you to a good path.”

Chara looks at Papyrus as she step a little closer when suddenly she slash her knife at Papyrus. Friday watch in horror as he saw Papyrus’ head pop off from his now dusted body. Papyrus looks up at Chara as she walk up to his head.

“I believe in you human. You don’t need to do this. I believe there is good in you.”

Chara grinned wider as she use her foot to smash on Papyrus’ head. Friday yelled at Chara to stop but it was too late as Friday saw Papyrus’ head been dusted away.

Chara looks up at Friday smiling, “you’re next…”

Friday was about to use his fireball to strike at Chara. Chara dodge the fireball as she began to run faster towards him. Friday began to use more of his fireball as he try to hit Chara than he began to use his soul rubber to hit her. He saw that his soul rubber got a hold of her leg and lifted her up. He saw Chara began to struggle.

“Friday! Friday!”

Chara’s voice was changing as the image of Chara began to change. Everything began to fade as he was finally facing reality. He saw that his soul rubber had got a hold of Papyrus and Undyne. Sans was shaking Friday to let go. Friday let his soul rubber to let go of Undyne and Papyrus as he saw everyone’s shock reaction.

Friday began to back up as he ran out of the door ignoring his parents and Frisk calling after him.

“What happen? What the heck did Chara had me see that?”

He kept running till he trip over the trash can as he began to tear up and lay on the ground. Friday kept crying till he heard Sans’ voice.

“Hey kiddo, you’re alright?”

Friday looks up at Sans to see Sans kneeling in front of him, “I’m so… so… so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

Sans nods, “it’s okay kiddo. Though I wonder what did you see that made you do that.”

Friday looks down saying, “I saw Chara. She, she actually killed Papyrus.”

Sans eyes pupil disappear as he began to think for a minute before speaking, “she did huh? I was hoping you didn’t had to see that but… in the previous timeline when she took control of Frisk she um… did kill Papyrus.”

Friday looks up, “you mean she actually cut his head off and stamp on his…”

“Stop!” Sans sighs before speaking, “listen I understand how hard that must have been to see but I don’t like to think about it.”

“I’m so sorry again. I’m just screwing things up!”

“No your not kiddo. Look I know your parents and everyone else are looking for ya. Though Muffet and Grillby found out about their cars but… yeah they’re looking for ya.”

Friday sighs, “I didn’t mean to… do that.”

“I know kiddo. I know. Don’t worry I understand I get that way myself sometimes. Come on I know a shortcut to get back.”

Friday nods as he held Sans’ bony hand as Sans snaps his bony finger to return back to the party. Toriel has just got off from Asgore when she saw Friday and Sans magically came in front of her making her drop the bowl of punch.

“Sans the skeleton! Don’t do that again!”

“Sorry Tori but… I found Friday.”

Toriel sighs in relief as she hugged Friday, “it’s good to see you back, my child.”

She let Friday go and went to call Asgore that Sans had found Friday. Sans sat next to Friday on the couch as they waited. Soon Garnet and Amethyst came out as Amethyst smiled.

“Hey pal how are you?”

Garnet sighs, “I’m guessing it’s something that has been done before.”

Friday looks at Sans as Sans just shrug pretending he didn’t understand what Garnet meant either. Amethyst sat on the arm piece of the couch as she began to talk to Sans to where he found Friday. Sans explain to Amethyst where he found Friday and how they came back.

Garnet nods saying, “well at least that you're safe and it’s all over.”

Soon the front door was slam down as Undyne came walking in as everyone else look at her with disgust. Undyne looked around asking where Friday is. Garnet walked over to everyone as she spoke.

“Don’t get upset at him. This was not his fault. He had a violent vision of a demonic child who once ruin the lives on monster kind.”

Frisk turn to see Friday sitting next to Sans as she ran over to him, “Friday, I’m so glad you’re alright! I was so worry.”

Friday nods sadly, “sorry for worrying you. Maybe I should get home.”

Sally hugged Friday as so did Jack as they were both so happy to see their son is well. Jack picked Friday up as they began to head home. Sans stop the two as he look at Jack and then Sally.

“There’s something probably you two should know about.”

Jack asked, “what’s that?”

Sans sighs, “Friday has connected his soul with Frisk.”

“What?!”

Sans nods as he looks up at the two shock parents, “so uh… there is this kid name Chara who’s well a demonic kid. She um… had once took control of Frisk so I’m guessing since he’s connected with Frisk that Chara is going after him.”

Jack and Sally looked at each with worry. They both nodded in understanding.

“We won’t let anything happen to our son” said Jack as he saw Friday is fast asleep.

Sally agree, “we’ll keep him safe at all cost.”

“Alright I’ll keep my eyes sockets on him too” said Sans as he teleported back home.

Jack and Sally were about to walk away when Frisk stopped them.

“I have a card I made just for him. It’s a valentine card.”

Sally grab the card, “thank you and I’m sure Friday would think you too but he’s asleep right now.”

Frisk ask, “he is going to be okay right?”

Jack nods, “he will. Sans told us you and Friday had connected your souls?”

Frisk nods, “y… yeah I figured Sans wouldn’t kept this long with you two.”

Jack smiled, “we won’t tell anyone else about this.”

Frisk looks up to see Sally nodding at her, “thank you, I’ll have Papyrus or Sans to take me to Halloween Town tomorrow to see how he is doing.”

Jack nods, “that sounds good we better get going so Friday can sleep in his bed.”

Sally nods as she and Jack wave at Frisk as they all headed back to Halloween Town. Frisk watch the Skellington family leaving as when they were out of sight she went back in the house to help clean up.

#Crossover fanfiction #steven universe #undertale #nightmare before christmas oc #nightmare before xmas

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foxsdomains-blog · 6 years ago

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Happy Birthday Rook - Behind the Scenes

"Alright, now, this may be the most critical mission we have ever had. 'I', you go get the banners. Ryan, you get the stringers. I'll go get the orders we placed. Nines, you go pick up the cake. And, the most important part, Clair and 'B', you go distract Rook after she wakes up. Alright, let's start plan 'Happy Birthday Rook'!" Jeremy ends, raising his hand in a cheer as everyone runs off to do their job.

Nines bolts out the door, hurriedly racing towards his car. Starting it up, he drives down the road, towards the cake shop. It takes about 10 minutes for Nines to arrive at the cake shop, and quickly runs inside.

"Good morning Sir, how may I help you?" The attendant asks, smiling at Nines from behind the counter.

"Hey, I believe there is a cake waiting for me? Under the name, uh, James?" Nines says, questioning the note written on his hand.

"Of course, I'll be right back," the attendant walks through the door into the back room. Nines stands, tapping his foot on the floor as he waits. Soon, the attendant walks back out, without a box in hand.

"I'm sorry sir, I'm afraid the cake is not ready yet," the attendant apologises.

"Well, how long until it's ready?"

"About 30 minutes until the cake it ready. Until then, would you like to leave your phone number and I can call when it is ready?"

"You know what, sure. Here," Nines quickly scribbles a line of numbers down, handing it over before walking out, the bell on the door ringing as he leaves.

"Should probably tell Jeremy," Nines sighs, pulling out his phone and calling Jeremy.

"Nines? What's up?"

"The cake isn't ready yet. It will be about 30 minutes until it is ready, and then it will be about 10 minutes until I get back. That alright?"

"That makes things difficult. Alright, do what you can, and we'll see you back here with a cake," Jeremy finishes, ending the call. Nines stands still for a few seconds, before sending a message to 'B'.

The cake isn't ready yet, try and keep Rook distracted for at least an extra 40 minutes.

After sending the message, Nines climbs back in the car and beings watching an anime on a laptop that is always stored in his car.

"This is gonna be a pain. Hope everything ends up alright."

As Nines watches the episode, a knock sounds on his door. The attendant is standing outside his car, a large box in hand. Nines' eyes light up, and he opens the door fast, but also careful not to bowl the attendant over.

"Sorry to interrupt you sir, but we sensed the urgency about your cake, and we managed to finish it early, while still having the quality you expect by choosing us," the attendant says happily.

"Well, thank you very much for that. I believe you have already been payed for? Though, before I go, let me give you a little tip," Nines' says, attempting a false formal voice. Nines' reaches into his pocket, before pulling out two $50 bills and placing them in the attendant's hand.

"Once again, thank you very much, bye bye now," Nines' bids his goodbyes, carefully placing the cake in his car before driving off.

Jeremy, change of plans again, he rushed the cake out while still keeping it the same quality. I'm on the way back now. He texts Jeremy, before speeding down the, mostly, empty highway.

Ryan speeds down the highway, as usual, on his bike. The HUD on his helmet shows that he is going nearly 50km over the speed limit, making him nothing but a black blur to everyone who sees him. He races through the city, before pulling up at the party store next to 'I's car. Holding his helmet under his arm, he enters the store and makes a bee-line towards the 'decorations' section.

"Hard to believe a party supply shop has any sections other than decorations," he says to himself.

"Can I help you sir?" a lady asks, walking over to him. He glances her over, noticing the name tag and store uniform.

"No thank you, I'm fine. Just getting some supplies for a friend's birthday," he replies before walking off. Ryan walks down corridor after corridor, passing 'I' as he walks out with banners in hand, making sure not to appear as though he knows him. Can't have any questions being asked. After 10 minutes of walking up and down corridors, Ryan walks up to the lady who approached him earlier.

"Do you sell stringers here?" he asks.

"S-stringers?" the lady question, her voice flooding with confusion.

"Yeah, you know, thin paper strings, normally on a roll, that you use to decorate rooms for parties," he explains, irritation growing slightly.

"Oh, we don't sell anything that sounds like that I'm afraid," she replies, still not sounding convinced she knows what Ryan is talking about.

"Mother Fucker!" he roars, stomping out of the store.

Ryan climbs onto his bike, throwing on his helmet and speeds out of the parking lot of the party supply store.

"Google, search party supply stores near me," Ryan orders into his helmet, frustration filling his voice.

"Nearest store, 100 meters south-" The voice starts before getting cut off by Ryan,

"I just went to that one! Next!"

"In 50 meters, turn right."

"FUCK!" Ryan swerves around the car in front of him, before sharply turning the corner, easily going above 100km/h.

"Ok, this bike is amazing. Can't beat it," Ryan cheers as he comes out of the corner. Interrupting the mini celebration however, were red and blue flashing lights and the accompanying sound of a siren behind him. With a great sigh, Ryan pulls over slowly. As the police car comes to a stop behind him, and the man gets out of the car, Ryan makes sure to cover the FA symbol on his bike with his leg.

"Excuse me sir, but are you aware you were going well over the speed limit?" The police man questions, not bothering to remove his helmet. He knows what he has gotten himself into.

"Of course I am. You think I would go that fast and not notice?" Ryan question back sarcastically.

"Well, I'm sorry sir, but I am going to have to ask you to come with me to the station."

"Can't you just write me a ticket as we can both be on our way?"

"No can do sir. At the speed you were going, I'm going to need you go come with me," the police officer doesn't back down. Gotta remember it's Rook's birthday. Can't go getting into trouble on Rook's birthday.

"Well, how about I promise to go to the station tomorrow, and you let me go now?" Ryan takes off his helmet, showing a very forced smile.

"You know that's not how it works. Not off the bike, and come with me," the officer says, slowly reaching for his taser. Luckily, or unluckily depending on how you see it, the engine of a familiar car pulls up in front of Ryan. 'I' steps out and walks towards the officer, badge in hand.

"Excuse me, Rookie. What's going on here?" 'I' says, stopping next to Ryan.

"Well, this man was speeding down the street. I caught him going over 100 kilometers!"

"I see. Alright, I'll handle this. You get back into your car and keep doing your routine," 'I' orders, pocketing his badge.

"But sir-"

"No buts. Go." The rookie officer mumbles as he stomps back over to his car, slamming the door closed and driving off.

"Fuck I'm lucky you arrived when you did," Ryan breathes a sigh of relief, letting his leg fall back into a natural position.

"No, you're lucky I still have my badge. Yo-u should really get the symbol taken off your bike," 'I' suggests, looking down at the big two letters, painted in white.

"And let someone deface my baby? No way," Ryan objects.

"Why were you speeding down the street anyway? Wait no, let me guess. You were pissed that the shop didn't have what you are looking for, and you are trying to get them fast so you can set them up?" Ryan nods.

"Well, here's a tip. Party stores don't call them stringers. They call them Crepe Paper Rolls. Try that at the store we came from. Cause trust me, I saw them there," 'I' says as he walks back towards his car.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Ryan sighs, before starting his bike up again and driving off to the store he came from, not bothering to put on his helmet

...

Parking in the parking lot of the store once again, Ryan walks through the entrance and makes a bee line towards the lady at the front counter.

"Excuse me, do you have any... crepe paper rolls?" The lady looks him up and down, sighs in disappointment before replying,

"This way sir." Ryan follows the lady, sweating under his black leather jacket. Finally she stops at an aisle, standing in front of the 'stringers' Ryan is looking for.

"Thank you very much," Ryan says, plucking red, green and pink rolls from the shelf.

"Would you like me to process that for you?" the lady asks.

"Sure," Ryan replies, handing the rolls to her.

As Ryan follows the lady to the front counter, a man wearing all black walks through the front sliding doors, carrying a duffle bag in his right hand. Who still uses duffle bags these days?

"I don't want to hurt anyone..." the man starts.

"So don't?" Ryan questions, not looking at the man.

"But I will if any of you fucking move!" the man drops the duffle bag, procuring rifle. That's an M16. My guess is it's been upgraded to fire full auto. But even if not, that is definitely lethal. My only question is why the hell is he bringing a gun to a fucking party supply store!? Also, how did he get that in Australia?

"All I want, is all the money in your till. And you, biker man, your wallet as well," the man orders, pointing the gun around the store at anyone who dares to move as he kicks the duffle bag over. Ryan sighs, raising his hands on a mock surrender.

"Alright, alright man, just calm down. Lower the gun, or you're not going to get your money," Ryan tries to calm the obviously crazed man down.

"Don't threaten me, biker man. I've got the gun," the crazed man turns his attention on Ryan. Behind his back, Ryan points downwards, hoping the ladies behind the counter get his signal to duck down. When he hears nothing, he sighs again.

"Duck behind the fucking counter!" Ryan charges the man, ducking and praying no bullets hit him as the gun opens fire. As soon as Ryan gets within melee range, he pushes the gun upwards with his left hand, slamming his right hand into the man's left elbow. The shock of Ryan charging him combined with the force of the attack makes the man drop the gun, allowing Ryan to grab it from under him. Ryan upper cuts with the man with the butt of the gun, knocking him onto the floor. Finally, he empties the gun, throwing it away and pocketing the clip.

"Like I said, calm down or you aren't getting your money. Now, my stringers," Ryan says, walking back over to the front counter. The ladies shakenly hand the stringers over, and point towards the door, a silent plea for him to leave. For hopefully the last time today, Ryan sighs. Walking out the store, Ryan climbs onto his bike, before driving it back to the base, not bothering to send a text to Jeremy.

Back at the base

"So, Ryan and Nines, you both had the most trouble?" Jeremy asks as Ryan walks through the door, a bag of stringers in hand.

"I don't want to hear any shit from you Nines," Ryan says, sounding completely exhausted.

"Woah, calm down man. We get it, you had a bad day. Now, let's just set up, and get ready," Nines says, placing the cake down on the table.

"Clair says they are on the way back now, so we have ten minutes to fully set up, and get ready. Chop chop people. This time we actually don't have all day," Jeremy orders, placing the empty boxes around the cake.

"Remind me again why we got fake presents?" 'I' asks, hanging up the large 'Happy birthday' banner across the room.

"Well, we only got her three presents, but that won't look very good in pictures, or in memories. So we stock the table up with fake presents so photos look nice," he replies, not bothering to turn around as he angles each present exactly the way he wants.

"Nines, can I get a hand with this banner, thanks?" 'I' calls from the top of his ladder. Nines walks over, staring up at the ceiling that 'I' is trying to hang the banner on.

"First of all, how many banners did you get? Secondly, maybe it wouldn't be so difficult if our ceiling wasn't 5 meters high, Jeremy," Nines complains.

"Well, I only have an answer to the first one, that being I got three banners. One is already up, the second one you are helping with, and the third one is going in front of the door," 'I' says, leaning over the ladder as Nines stands on a table to assist with the banner.

"You know what they say about bases with high ceilings," Jeremy starts. After a short silence, Nines call back,

"No, I don't. Because that isn't a saying!"

Without any warning, the door inches open and Clair squeezes through, quickly closing it behind her.

"Alright, Rook and 'B' are outside. I'm just making sure everything is perfect," Clair says, looking around.

"The banners aren't even up yet! God, let me do it," Clair sighs, taking the third and final banner off the table and hanging it up on the door.

"Alright, let me send a quick text... alright. Everyone hide!" On these words, everyone ducks behind couches and tables, anywhere they can find... except for Nines, who is poking his head above the couch.

"Nines, for fucks sake get your head down! And turn the fucking lights off!"

The door opens, and a streak of light fills the dark room. Alright, let's do this, Clair thinks, a grin seeping onto her face.

"3, 2, 1."

#fallen #angels #fallen angels #story #continuation

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lolipopncookies · 8 years ago

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Here a story 6 years ago. I don’t know should I call love or true friends, a man or and angel. Should I begin with introduce myself first or introduce him. Hmm.. Ok let begin with me, biar u all questioning.. hahaha..

Hi my name is Christie Christ Chin. I’m Living in kota kinabalu, a state that full of culture and race. I’m 17 years old now. Living with my mom. I don’t have any brother and sister. I love candy especially lollipop. Here is my first feeling stories about a guy i named him cookies.

(Hmmmm??????? Bluring.. where to start ah???… But I clearly remember all start in a morning..

Christie.. Christieee wake up.. time go to school.. Hmm.. Good Morning mommy..(In yawing) Huhhhh.. Another boring days I need go through.. Ahhh…boring.. then i hold my two hand and i pray.. “Good morning Jesus, today Christie pray again… As Jesus know, Christie feel empty.. Please granted Christie a friend a true friend k.. where Christie can share,can count on just like u Jesus. I love u Jesus..ops..oh-ya.. A friend that not like i meet at school k.. I love u Jesus and mmm Amen”.

Hmm…ok..be strong go through another day..

I prepared my self like usually and my mom sent me to school.

(Like usually in school,, Boring.. Yaww..fast…fast..fast.. I look at my watch.. Ringgg… yes time to go home.. i quickly close my book stuff in my bag and go home.. The end of crazy Friday.. yay..

Moment i walk to the school gate.. like usually their always somebody greeting.. Bye Christie.. by liang moi.. No please.. and i also heard someone said… so egoist.. scum..

I dint reply any of them i just want to quickly go home.. after the school gate.. i saw mom car.. i ran to it and enter the car.. “just like a little girl ran to grab a lollipop”.

Christie : Hi mommy.. can mommy let me play lappy today.. only a while.. plss…

Mom : Hmm.. yes..but after u have your lunch and bath.. don forget doing your homework first… only a while..

Yesss. Thanks. I love you mommy..

Arrived home.. i quickly finished my lunch and take a bath.. done all my homework.. really cant wait to play lappy.. I really seldom play my lappy.. mommy only let me play it sometime.. i thinks mommy in good mood today.. hmm but why? Whatever..as long as i can play lappy. Quickly i enter mommy room and grabs my pinky sony lappy.. I place it on my table.. switch it on.. and i open my Facebook.

Hmm.. only a few notifications i saw.. I click on it and open one by one.. Happy birthday god bless u Christie.. The rest also same.. till I saw a unique greeting from a person..

“From a billion star in the sky.. from a million user in the Facebook.. knowing u at here i called it friendship.. Happy birthday Christie.. Cheers Up Always”.

I got a weird feeling reading this message.. feeling like he knowing me.. cheering me up..

I click on the profile.. huh.. Name cookies monster.. profile picture is a cookies monster.. what? Who this nerd? A blue monster..

I saw cookies monster online.. i click on it and start a conversations.. i feel weird.. i wanna know him.. wanna talk with him.. more..

Me : Hi. R u like cookies so much? CM : hahaha…Yup.. Cookies are nice.. Don you? ME : Ya.. but Christie more love lollipop then cookies.. why u dint put your own picture and name? CM : It is matter.. Should we judge a friend by their picture and name.. If yes..it mean friendship got term and conditions rite..

Such a weird person.. hmm.. i feel warm from every word i read from this person..

Me : What r u doing right now? CM : Nothing.Playing mafia-war.. Doing a trade. and u? Me : Nothing.. Just chat with u.

There is in silent.. i waiting a reply from him..

Me : Cookies Monster… I’m so boring.. CM : Today your birthday.. Din u go out with friend to celebrate.. ME : No.. celebrate with mommy only. Christie don’t have any friend.. CM : Hm.. ok.. No worry.. im your friend at here now.. If u don’t mind friend with cookies monster? U know, I will steal all your cookies.. better u hide it… ME : Hahaha.. Christie don’t mind.. And u can have all the cookies in my home if u know where Christie live. CM : I can smell cookies.. Why u always mention your name in chat instead of using i or me.. ME : It like icon.. So everyone will remember me.. It is rhythm… same like u using the cookies monster name and picture… CM : Great.. I see few pictures of you.. U really enjoying your life.

CM : But…

(CM typing….)

ME : But what?

CM : Hmmm….. All picture got a very nice warm smile..

But.. I see something not rite.. R u really happy?

ME : Huh.. If smiley said Happy.. Do u believe it?

CM : No.. I don’t..

ME : How u know im not in happy lea?

CM : Hmm.. Secret.. Maybe..

ME : Ehh.. Secret and maybe? Mean not a secret la.. Tell smiley how u know?

CM : Hmm.. One day will let u know.. haha

ME : ish.. haha but u don’t know what the thing that smiley sad lea kan?

CM : If I figure it out.. Got reward?

ME : yup.. lollipop..

CM : Ok.. Keep it for me…

ME : Y keep it.. U dint tell me the answer yet…

CM : Oneday..

ME : Hmm..When?

CM : Coming soon…

ME : ok.. smiley will wait..

Who this person.. Seem knowing me a lot.. I slowly open my room door a bit.. Sneak peak my mom.. Nope not mommy.. I thought i was my mom pretending as a cookies monster. OVER THINKING.

CM : U like smiley icon so much ya…

ME : hahaha…. rite.. I like the smiley icon too.. ME : Can SMILEY be Cookies Monster friends? CM : That no need to ask.. We are friends.. There is no term or condition in. Me : Really…? CM : Cross My Heart.. ME : t.. ok already mark a cross. One day i will make a cookies for you.. CM : I will appreciate every single cookies u make for me..

Hmm.. This r monster.. Not like others.. How to say.. Other guy like to say something sweet2. Such like “u so pretty” u so nice” I wanna be ur BF” wanna be my GF” can have ur no’’.. HMMM>.. maybe this blue monster also same,,, maybe this blue monster waiting for a right moment.. err.. scary blue monster.. why u not a doraemon.. also blue but nice…

ME : Can i ask u something? CM : Yes.. Sure u can? ME : How old r u? Where u school? How many brother and sister u have? CM : Wow.. suddenly so many questions.. Im 25years.. I m working at Chemical Laboratory.. I dint have any brother and sister.(Bit complicated to tell u). Anywhere i’m living with my father now and my mom pass-away when im 6 years old.

So pity guy..

ME : :( Sorry.. Feeling sorry for your mommy.. What your activity in kid? Smiley also dont have any brother and sister.. We are same.. CM : Haha.. when i small ah.. I normally destroy a thing.. All electronic stuff i dissemble it and do research.. I destroy, create even play with fire.. shocked by electric.. But most of the time i read comic..Doraemon.. My favorite comics.

ME : Doraemon? I heard it before but never read it.. I thought u like sesame street.. hahaha.. but anyway.. doraemon and cookies monster also in blue.. CM : hm.. yes.. but im not in blue.. hahaha…

I open another browser and click in to youtube and search doraemon.. I saw a title.. Doraemon nobita’s a night before wedding. I click on it.. It a short story.. Around 15 to 20minute story.. I cried watching the stories.. It regarding nobita and doraemon so curious on the nobita wedding days.. Their travel back to future on the of nobita wedding.. But Doraemon and nobita make a mistake and entered a days before his wedding.. Anyhow, their go to see nobita how prepared his wedding.. On the night, shizuka wanna make a decision to cancel the wedding due she feel that her parent will lonely after she married.. But her parents told shizuka.. You already left we a very splendid gift. Priceless. The first gift is your birth. It was early in the morning. When i first time saw you, you was weeping like and angel. I’ve never hear such a wonderful music. When i go out the hospital, sky on the east just begins to became whiter but above the head sky was full of stars. under this wonderful amount of universe dust. I’ve been able to inherit my life in treasure that just are born. It was such wonderful that i couldn’t keep my tears and everyday afterward it was wonderful that you have give me. Some people have ability make you happy with some others u can feel uncomfortable. It is the most important thing in people relationship. I believe nobita certainly can make you happy. Here my eye start tearing.. Suddenly my room door been knocked.. Knock…knock.. Christie…

Huh.. papa voice.. it is pappa.. I ran to the door, open it.. I saw papa in front the door.. Papa..

Papa: Why u crying.. Such silly.. And papa weep my tears by her finger.. Papa : Prepare your self, we going having a dinner together to celebrate your birthday.. Thank papa.. Ops.. Cookies monster are still online.. i click on my facebook and saw the blue dot.. Yeas he are online now.. ME : Can smiley have ur no? i need off now. My pappa bring us to dinner.. CM : 013 8878xxx don’t hesitate to call me when u got a trouble. Enjoy your meal.. Gr8 day to you. ME : Thank you..

What im doing.. I ask a no.. what??? After write down the no.. smiley off the lappy.. Preparing my self to go out.. Oh.. pappa coming back today that why mom so happy.. Im happy too.. Smiley only can with papa few time a years.. Tonight go out to eat.. Normally we eat at home.. Maybe because christie allergic with some of the food..

There around 7pm, Christie, papa and mommy going to the restaurant at sutera Habour. We having a western food.. Im enjoying the meal.. I saw mommy happy face and smile.. Just like smiley smile.. Today is my most happiest day.. Mommy,papa and me.. and my only monster blue friends… Christie hope one days we all four can having a dinner together.. Thanks jesus.. I love u jesus…

I heard papa said to mommy. That after i get my SPM result.. Papa will migrate us to taiwan.. I’m happy, My wish come true. I hate people at here. I hate the way their think, The way their judge, The way their act, The way their….. But…. Suddenly my heart feel weak.. feel sad… feel a piece of my heart left over here.. ( There a pianist at the stage played a song Love not easy from huang xiao hu ).

My blue monster.. if i go.. i won’t able to find him.. I not even know his name.. his person.. suddenly i wanna call him.. to tell him that i not longer at here..

After finish our dinner we get a desert.. But my heart still feel sad.. I mean in moody..

At the night, Laying in my bed.. Hugging my smiley doll.. My heart still feel moody.. feel weak.. My mind lingered all cookies word.. lingered cookies blue monster face with a greedy cookies in a mouth.. Till i fallen in sleep.. On that night smiley have a dream, smiley dream making a cookies for the blue monster..

Hm.. a sunrise shine over my room windows.. Haizz.. i forget to close the curtain.. The sky look so blue today.. Blue monster.. smiley wondering cookie monster already wake up or still in sleep.. Hmm… haizz.. lazy saturday.. I look at the clock and showed 9.30am.. I wake up and wear my bunny slippers.. having a bath.. i saw mommy and papa at kitchen preparing something.. So sweet.. just like lollipop…yum yum….

Smiley switched on lappy.. but smiley dint saw the blue monster online..

Haizzz.. ni zai na ni ah wo de blue monster.. I switched off and having a breakfast with papa and mommy.. My papa play role in praying.. But my heart prayed.. ‘’Good Morning cookies monster.. Hope u enjoyed ur breakfast today and have a nice day”.

Papa.. can i join our school intellect camping on next weeken? Pls daddy.. i really wanna join them.. After a few dicussion with mommy.. My parent let me join the camping.. Yes… i can stay a night out site.. i never been alone outsite.. wanna feel what it could be… After breakfast… we go out having a trip to few places.. But my heart still wondering what the blue monster doing now.. maybe he eating cookies right now.. huh..

10 days passed.. It a day me at school interact camping.. Here is the night, a nite I saw a real monster…

A night where a heavy raining and thunder storm. I starving, cold and scare. Mommy I regard. Im so regard came to this camping. I should listen to you mommy. Should I call mommy. No mommy will nag me. Huh what kind of camping is this. All canned food. Im allergic with it. SOMEONE help me.. No I don’t any friend. Im so alone, I hatted in my class.. nope in school.. I only got mommy at here.. Then I realize that 1 weeks ago, I knew someone.. someone quit different or can called it weird maybe. He not like other person I speak with. Should I call him. I looked at my watch, yay it already eleven eleven. I looked at my contact list in my phone. Well, so poor. Mommy, daddy and Cookies monster. Only three contact list showed. Yes. My heart signal my brain “go..go..go.. call him’’.

Sitting alone in the camp and I decided to call..

CM : Tuttt…Tutt… Hello… (In sleepy sound)

ME : Heloo.. are u cookies monster? (Sound so low and shy)

CM : Yea..Who are u calling me in the midnight here? (With curious tone and a

heavy raining background sound)

ME : Hi.. I’m Christie.. I know you from FB and we chat few week ago. Do u

remember me?

CM : Huh.. Yea.. christie.. Why are u calling me in the middle of night? Are u

alright?

ME : Nope.Im hungry.. can u buy me some food?

CM : Yea..sure.. But where r u now? R u alone? ( with yawning )

ME : I at Sabah XXX and XXXXXX side. We having school camping at here and I

Didn’t take any meal just some junk food. Im hungry and having a gastric now.

CM : Wait me at there. Coming right now.

He mean it or just fallen back in to a sleep. Huh.. well, who got to believe. He may think this is a prank call. He not even know me and we just chat a few time in FB. OH.. my stomach so hurt. Please.. God please save me.. The gastric getting worst.. (With a some drop tear in my eye company with a sound of rain and thunder. My heart feel so alone.. Why God? Why God? Why? Why so many people hate me? Why I don’t have a friends? What purpose u doing me like this? The thunder sound heaver and heaver. Sound like God speak to me. Sound like God answered me in angry mode.. Suddenly… My phone ringtone kill my complaint..

CM : Im nearby.. Ni zhai lai ik bian?

(im stunned, it’s true or im dreaming.)

ME : Christie don’t know where.. Can’t remember how to here..

CM : Wait me… Call u back k..

Few minute after my phone ring again..

CM : I saw a lot of camp just not far from my car.. But I cant drive to there.. Do saw my car lamp?

Me : Wait.. Hm.. ya.. wo kan tau lek…

I hang up the phone.. Then I ran to there.. Oh gosh.. On that time, what im thinking.. I not even think about danger.. I may rape or killed that night.

The rain get heavy and heavy.. Followed with a thunder and strong wind.. I really din feel cold.. I just want to fast go away.. Near the car, The car was red and I cant clearly see inside the car… I ran to the passenger side open the door and jump inside.. I weep my hair and face.. covered with rain.. Im not even looked at CM,, then I hear a voice..

CM : Wo weiyi ni you yi san. (I thought u gat umbrella)

Wei se me nibu jiang? (Why u dint tell me?)

Im stunned a while.. I slowly get up my head and turn to him.. and I saw.. a towel. He put at my head a wipe a bit.. and I wipe my hair.. I still donno how he look like… My heart pounding.. pounding and pounding… and now I slowly have a sneak peak.. Huh.. Not in blue color.. He sure not an alien… He just an ordinary person…. I stunned look at her.. Not a blink of eye..

CM : Sory.. did I bit look like monster?

Then he hand me a tapau.. I open the tapau,hm.. smell good.. Fried rice.. But I dint saw a spoon..

ME : You mei you chi keeng? ( Do u have a spoon?)

CM : Ops.. Wang zin na.. (Forget to request/take)

Then he took the tapau, tear a side of the tapau and hand it to me…

ME : haha.. ziang tu kei yi (Like this also can a)

He just give me a little smile. He take another tapau.. it’s a drinks.. I open it a pt the straw and gave it to me.. He tapau me a milo PING.. PING in the cold night.. hmm.. But I drink it also..

ME : Hau reng oh… Ni yau chek ma.. (Im so cold, do u wanna to eat to)

CM : Ni chek la.. (U eat la)

Then he grab something behind the sit.. Take my tapau put at the dashboard.. And cover me with his sweater.. So sweet.. This monster are sweet.. So I just wear it and continue to eat.. It so silent between us two.. and a song played in his car player.. (mei na me zian dan)After I finish eating.. I request he to sent me back home.. But he denied.. and give me a motivation word.. Ohya and a motivational story I think.. I remember the story in doraemon regarding nobita and dinosaur, Nobita dint give up to pet the dinosaur..

I looked at the monster without a blink, listen all the story.. Sound he like a uncle rite.. sepanjang dia ceritiakan, he dint look at me… He look at the front.. Hmm.. I look at his left face… a face look like a angry face.. like cookies monster.. Ok keep it short.. After ll. He grab a umbrella from behind and hand it to me.. He said take care always.. Our friendship more than tonight.. Im bit blur all the word he said.. I went back to the camp, all nite I sleep covered with cookies monster sweater.. Warm nite.. 2moro morning I get fever, when to the klinik and I stopped the interact camping.. Having a rest at home.. Im dreaming the night in the car.. Such a nice person..

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