#i used to have my alarm set to the default ringtone but then i realized i can set it as a spotify playlist instead

[turduckenail]

sounds like a skill issue

imagine being able to listen to carry on my wayward son, objectively a fucking banger of a song, without inflicting psychic damage on yourself 

[aroseandapen]

Day 19 for Ouma Month: Ghost AU / Regrets / Flowers

Kokichi’s brother died when they were twelve. For seven years following that, he’s been accompanied by Kurochi’s ghost. With a promise from Miu to make them something to truly bring them back together again, the twins arrive at her workshop to see the finished surprise.

For @impytricky, because I keep making our bois miserable, so I’m making them happy for a change.

“Is it ready? Is she done yet?”

The ghost at Kokichi’s side, a near spitting image of him aside from the slightest differences, restlessly flitted around him, eagerly straining in the direction of the lab. He didn’t move past Kiibo at the door, standing as a sort of bouncer to prevent him and Kokichi from going inside. It made Kokichi’s heart squeeze; it was endearing that Kurochi obeyed the boundary Kiibo provides despite there being no physical limitation that could stop him.

Kokichi managed to keep his composure, tucking his hands behind his head so that Kiibo couldn’t see his fingers tremble in excitement. “Yeah, what’s that slut doing in there anyway? She’d the one who called us here at this time, better not be doing some gross perverted shit in there while you keep us busy out here.”

His casual jab brought out an alarmed expression in Kurochi’s face. Kokichi regretted saying it. Fortunately though, it was something that Kiibo didn’t allow much time to hang in the air before he dispelled the accusation.

“I assure you, Miu is doing no such thing in there. She’s ‘putting the final touches on it and doing some final tune ups’, in her words,” Kiibo said, arms crossed. He looked rather proud of himself for taking on the responsibility of keeping the twins--one a ghost, one still alive--at the door. “She’ll be ready soon, so just be patient--oh!”

As if on cue, the device embedded into Kiibo’s wrist chirruped, like the default ringtone of a phone. Kiibo glanced down at it, though there was no screen to view. Kokichi knew the robot reacted that way purely on habit, mimicking humans wearing smart watches. In reality though, Kiibo checked the message internally.

Then he blinked, and a smile brightened his face. “Alright, she’s given me the go-ahead, so please head in--.”

Before Kiibo even finished got the rest of his invitation out of his mouth, Kurochi zipped straight through him and past the door beyond.

“--side.” Kiibo stiffened, resting a hand over his chest. “Excuse me, that’s really rude!”

Kokichi snickered, already slipping around Kiibo. He didn’t want to be left behind for too long, he had to see what Miu had come up with.

“Hey, should’ve gotten out of the way quicker.” He shrugged, and pulled the door open.

“I was about to...” Kiibo began, but by then Kokichi had stopped listening.

He had to do a double take, because for a brief moment he saw two of his brother inside Miu’s lab. After a second look, he realized that in front of Miu was a robot with a striking likeness to the ghost hovering beside it. Kurochi’s mouth had dropped open, stunned as he beheld the end product of what Kokichi knew had been months of work on Miu’s part.

And the months likely contained dozens of sleepless night, too, judging by the dark circles underneath Miu’s eyes. But she stood tall, hands on her hips and clearly pleased with herself. Then her gaze flickered towards Kokichi, and she beamed at the look on his face.

“It’s good as shit, right?” she asked, brimming with confidence. “Just wait until Kurochi tries this baby out, you both owe me big time.”

Kurochi lifted a hand to his face, apprehension forming as he stared at the robot. “But how do I...?”

Miu patted the lifeless robot’s shoulder. Kokichi winced; something about how similar the android looked to his brother made the careless touch uncomfortable to watch.

“Easy, you’ve possessed people before and shit, right?”

Kurochi pursed his lips. “Yeah, but...”

She didn’t give him a chance to protest, cutting him off. “Then there you go. That’s all you gotta do here. I’ve done my research, you know, I’m not the Ultimate fucking Inventor for nothing. I’ve got shit in here that’ll make binding easier--once you possess this thing, then you’ll be set. It’ll be your, you know, default state, instead of being a ghost. You’ll actually have to try to end the possession, rather than the other way around.”

“And it’s special, too,” Kiibo interjected. He had entered the room behind Kokichi. “Miu made use of information she got from my body as well, to make this as close to the real thing as possible. Of course, it’s only halfway to my level because there’s no mind such as mine to learn and grow with it.”

“Which is fine, obviously, since Kurochi’s the one who’s gonna inhabit it anyway,” Miu finished with a nod. And when Kurochi still didn’t respond, she continued. “Whatever, just hurry up and get inside this bitch, alright?”

Kurochi looked in his direction, and Kokichi found himself holding his breath. He nodded. Miu’s inventions rarely let him down, and so he trusted her with something as important as this. She wouldn’t put her word to something that would end in crushing disappointment for both twins. They deserved something good for once in their damn lives--Kurochi deserved this.

With Kokichi’s reassurance, Kurochi turned back to the robot body. He hesitated a moment longer, hovering beside it with an incorporeal hand so close it could be caressing it. Then his chest expanded in mimicry of a deep preparatory breath, he closed his eyes, and allowed his hand to pass into the chest cavity of the robot.

Kokichi watched his brother’s ghost fade. An anxious lump formed in his throat, as if he were watching Kurochi pass on. His panic spiked, realized that it could be that, but he forced the feeling down. He didn’t want to let go of his brother yet, when his life had ended so unjustly; Kurochi couldn’t go, without even mentioning his intentions to Kokichi. This was just how the possession worked, he’d just never seen it before himself.

Then, in a heart stopping moment, Kurochi’s ghost vanished.

And in the next, his lookalike robot kicked to life in a whir of gears and circuitry.

Its--his--eyes opened, a faint glow illuminating the violet irises for just a second before it went out. They still held an odd quality to them, not quite human, but they were close. With them, like everything else about the creation, Miu had taken great care in the details. A whoosh of air, like a fast exhale, escaped as he raised his hands to touch his face.

“I-I can feel--this is--.” Kurochi’s voice came forth unfiltered, as if speaking normally. A near-hysterical giggled bubbled forth. “I feel--I’m alive! Kii-chi!”

The ecstatic cry of his name jolted Kokichi from his disbelieving gaze. He broke from the spot he’d been rooted to, throwing his arms around the synthetic body Miu had created--his brother--and hugged Kurochi for the first time in seven years.

Kurochi returned the hug, clinging to him so tightly that he had trouble breathing, but Kokichi didn’t care. He sobbed, overwhelmed with grief he’d hardly allowed himself to feel since Kurochi’s death mixed with the equally intense relief that he’d gotten his brother back after so long. Kurochi could live again. They could live like they had been deprived of in their childhood. Safe, loved, together.

“Rochi.” He never wanted to let him go again, as if the magic binding him there would be gone the moment he did. “Rochi, thank god, thank god.”

Gradually, the two once again became aware that they weren’t the only two in the room. As their crying died into sniffles, Kurochi was the first to peel his head back, turning his face to Miu and Kiibo, standing off awkwardly to the side as the twins had their reunion--a real reunion, not separated by the boundaries between life and death. Kokichi followed his gaze, and his cheeks warmed slightly to realize that the others had witnessed such a blatant, raw display of emotion from him.

Kurochi tucked his face into Kokichi’s shoulder, embarrassed himself. Despite himself, a fond smile tugged at his lips.

“Hey,” he croaked, his throat raw from noisily crying along with his brother. “You did pretty good for yourself... you know, Miu.”

Kokichi lowered his voice, whispered so that she and Kiibo could only just barely hear him, “Thanks.”

“Yeah, of course.” Miu sounded embarrassed as well, likely shaken by a reaction rarely ever seen in Kokichi Ouma, never so vulnerable in front of others as that. “You guys deserve it, so yeah. And I’ll help with updates and all that shit too. Obviously.”

Kurochi looked up again to give her a watery smile. “Thank you, Miu. Thank you so much.”

[sgnsunwoo]

General - Task 01-2

what kind of cell phone do you have? : I'm not sure, some kind of Samsung I think? It's shiny.

how often do you use your cell phone? : Almost never, I try to avoid it as much as possible!

what is your phone’s lock screen photo? : This

what is your phone’s home screen photo? : This

how many contacts do you have in your phone? : 68...so close.

do you customize contact names or enter as given names? : Customize, usually something funny to help me remember who is who.

what is their default ringtone? : This (so many super cool bonus points if you know what song that is!)

do you have personalized ringtones for your contacts or does everyone use the default ringtone? : Usually the default, because it's awesome, but I do customize those for folks closer to me so I know it's okay to answer. 

how many alarms do you have set and why? : Three, one daily morning one, and the other two are tweaked to work for study breaks or club meetings.

what are your top 3 most used apps? : Twitter, Melon and Line.

what are your favorite apps? : Life Diary (helps keep track of all gardening tasks), Twitter (what can I say I enjoy the horticulture community), and Youtube (thank goodness for chill videos)

what are your last 3 google searches or the last 3 things you’ve asked your built in ai? :

Will you please tell me the symptoms of scurvy?

What do you know about parasites?

Are there any good tips to focus on one WIP?

do you delete your internet search history or use incognito mode? if so, how often, and why? : I clean it out every so often just to keep it running smooth. I’ll use incognito to look up questionable writer things and I really don’t care to elaborate on that! You know.

do you download music or use a streaming app? if so, which one and why? : Both! I want to support the artists as much as possible and why else am I rich?

what are the last 3 songs you’ve listen to on your phone? :

Take U - A’Zbus

Always - Galaxy Express

Stay With Me - Miki Matsubara

what does your photo album consist of? : Mostly pictures of my plant children I exchange with @vivisgn , some cute (and not so) pictures of my friends, as well as a few selcas for posterity's sake.

what is your texting style? do you reply quickly or are you a slow texter? do you send several messages at a time or paragraphs? : Polite and upbeat, I'm a very slow typer as well as thinker so they usually end up as carefully thought out paragraphs. The more comfortable I am the shorter the messages.

what are your top 6 used emojis? : 😊😌 😐👀 🐮 ✍🏻

how often do you call others? : Not often, honestly I think talking in person is great, but letters are best. I will get back to you in 4-6 business days please be patient!

who where the last 3 calls made to and why? : My parents just to check in and because I missed them. The Tribune editor, I realized I missed something in my last article. My grandma, to wish her a happy birthday!

do you have someone blocked? if so, who and why? : No, I can't ever foresee using my phone enough to warrant such a thing. If someone wishes to grief me I wish you the best of luck.

are you apart of any group chats? with who? : Yes, one with @sgndanbi and @sgnjunhyung, and one each for the Tribune staff and gardening club.

do you use the notes app? : Under no circumstances! The notes app is where good ideas go to die!!!

[itshigh-boop]

Late for the Date

Omg, I finally finished this thing. I’ve had this in my WIP since January but I thought it’d fit nicely with Mcsombra Week! This ficlet was inspired by red-12am‘s two pieces of art that are connected: you can see them here and here! Written with permission!

Mcsombra week - Day 1 - First  - this is kind of an AU!

“¡Chingado! Ándale...un...poco…¡más!” With trembling hands and as strong a grip as possible, Sombra attempted for the third time to inch the hem of her pants past her thighs. The stiff denim refused to budge past the first inch just above her knees. Depleted of her energy, Sombra groaned and released the grip on her jeans, dropping unceremoniously back onto her bed, letting an arm drape over her eyes. She knew skinny jeans were difficult to wear but she didn’t realize they were this frustrating. With a huff, Sombra rolled onto her side and sat up, bringing her legs close as she struggled to read the size tag on the pair of jeans. No, she bought the right size, which was lucky enough, finding skinny jeans that’d fit her wide hips. But getting them past her thighs and over her behind was another matter entirely, it seemed. She wanted this date to go well and part of that, for Sombra, meant dressing for the part. She already had the perfect blouse, sweater, coat, and boots picked out. They’d all been picked along with the jeans she was currently struggling to don. She was sure that her date would appreciate her choices and while she had no real experience with romantic affairs, she knew that making a good first impression was important. What better way to make an impression than dressing for the part? Sombra was well aware she was attractive and she planned to take advantage. But what sort of impression would she leave if she couldn’t even get dressed in the first place? With another grunt of determination, Sombra pressed her legs together as tightly as possible, laying on her back before swinging her legs into the air, momentarily using gravity to her advantage to inch and swish the impossible jeans down the contours of her legs. With each sway of her hips and tug of the pants, the hem slowly made it past her hips. Sombra grinned, happy that she was actually going to see results. Her fingers slipped into the belt hoops and tugged the rest of the pant length up her legs before she passed onto the next phase: buttoning her jeans. It took her a solid five minutes of aching, shaking fingers and grit teeth to finally button the pair of pants and she gingerly rolled onto her side, climbing off of her bed and walking toward her body-length mirror. Once she reached it, she smoothed out the few wrinkles that’d formed in her struggle, finally turning around to see the results of her efforts. Just as she expected. The word ‘perfect’ floated through her mind as she inspected her reflection over her shoulder. Now all she had left was...wait, what time was it? She turned, noting the orange light seeping in through the blinds of her window. Just how much time had passed since she got out of the shower? She rushed toward her night stand, grabbing her digital clock before nearly dropping it in alarm. How had an hour passed her by?! Did the jeans really take up that much of her time? In a realization of horror, she dove for her bed, tossing her sheets around until she found her phone, with its screen facing down. Upon turning it around, Sombra discovered two unread messages sent within the last ten minutes and a missed call. Dammit...they had agreed on this time, hadn’t they? The burn of shame and fear at the possibility of a good evening being ruined warmed her ears as Sombra quickly opened up the last unread message, her thumbs gliding across the screen in order to relay her message to her waiting beau. Please don’t let it be too late.

McCree checked his watch for what seemed like the hundredth time. It’d been almost an hour. He knew women had the universally known stereotype of running late for special events but this seemed excessive. And he was an even bigger fool for sticking around as long as he did. That, or terribly lonely. Probably both. He’d sent a few messages to the woman, even a phone call when he felt a bit desperate but each went unanswered. Why was he doing this to himself? Just because she’d seemed interested at the time didn’t mean she would still be interested at the time of their date. Quite honestly, he was used to this song and dance - a bitter tune, really, but begrudgingly familiar. McCree took one look down at the bouquet of roses he held and the numerous cigarette butts that littered the snow around him. Figured a no-show wasn’t any reason to ruin his lungs any more than he already did on a daily basis. Sighing, McCree lifted the brim of his hat, looking up at the setting sun and let his shoulders slump forward. Shifting the still lit cigarette between his lips, he took one last drag, intending to snuff it out and get going. Just as he started moving, vibrations in his pocket caused him to stop. At first he almost thought he imagined it, until he felt it again, and he grabbed his phone. A message - no, two messages. His brow lifted in question, slowly making his way to swipe his phone in order to read the messages until his phone began to vibrate once more, the plain jingle of the default ringtone filling the air. Her name - Sombra- flashed across the screen. There went his damn nerve. And his traitorous heart started beating like when he got his first kiss from a pretty girl. Would he ever learn? Apparently not, if his fingers moving to swipe right were any indication. Sighing, he lifted the phone to his ear, trying to sound as aloof as possible. “Hello?” “McCree? It’s Sombra.” The woman’s accented voice filled his eardrums and for a moment, he felt his stomach flutter in the same way it did when he’d worked up the nerve to ask her out. There was a sound of distress - a whine, almost, until she continued. “Look, I’m sorry that I’ve been keeping you waiting. It’s just-” “Ya don’t have to explain anythin’. I understand.” McCree figured he’d just fill in the gaps and awkward pauses that were coming up to save himself a headache. “Somethin’ came up, right?” “What? No.” Well, that was new. If it wasn’t silence and zero contact, he’d get some excuse or another about a friend suddenly getting sick or some important deadline that just happened to be that very night. McCree remained quiet, letting her finish. “It’s just…” A sigh resonated. “I lost track of time getting dressed. I just barely checked my phone and saw that sent me a few messages and called. I wasn’t ignoring you. I’m sorry.” When he didn’t respond, she continued, voice strained. “Look, I understand if you want to cancel plans tonight-” Ah, there it was. The old “give you the illusion that you’re making the call” line. McCree couldn’t lie - he felt himself bite down on the cigarette still in his mouth, the bitter, toxic taste spreading like the wave of disappointment over him. No matter how many times this had happened to him, it always hit him pretty hard. But this latest lady - he didn’t know how to explain it. Just that he felt someone might’ve been on the same wavelength as him, for once. “...but I personally still want to go out. Just let me know.” That...that was new. He almost didn’t know how to respond, not used to it getting this far. When he heard her voice again, asking him if he was still there, he nearly dropped his phone, fumbling to respond before she hung up, as if he hadn’t been the one waiting this entire time. “No. I mean, yeah, I still wanna head out tonight.” A sigh. “Good. Okay. Yeah.” She sounded just as nervous as he felt and that helped to calm some of the damn jitter in his belly. “I’m not going to lie, I’ve still got a bit to get ready. Is that okay?” The cold breeze that passed by subtly reminded McCree that maybe waiting longer for this woman wasn’t such a good idea. “Does it normally take you this long to get ready for a date?” he questioned, tone implying he was just teasing. “Only for those I actually want to go on.” That shut him up. “Why don’t you head down to the bar I told you about? Go ahead and order whatever you’d like, I’ve got a tab there, just mention my name.” At least it was better than standing around in the cold for another hour or however long she’d keep him waiting. He checked his watch again and sighed, though a weary smile made its way onto his face. “Tryin’ to get me drunk before the date even starts?” “Well, I hope you can hold your liquor. This might be a short date if you can’t.” The challenge in her voice spurred him into moving, already walking away from his spot as he began heading toward the aforementioned bar. “Alright. See you there, then.” He must have sounded hopeful, a hint of a question in what he perceived as a confident statement. “You will,” was all she responded with. -- True to her word, Sombra did end up having a tab. The bartender didn’t seem too suspicious, if only raising a brow at him when he mentioned her and glossed a look over the bouquet he still held, but otherwise gave him the drink he ordered. As tempting as it was to order to his heart’s content, he also wanted to make some sort of decent impression on the woman - enough to land him a second date if all went well. He’d refused to check his watch, if only because the stretch of time would feel impossible to bear if he thought about how many minutes actually passed him by. Instead, he chose to occupy his time with small talk with the bartender and by watching the holoscreen above. Just as he watched the same commercial that played for the tenth time that evening, he felt a hand tap his shoulder. He turned, perhaps a bit too quickly, and saw her again - Sombra. “Hola,” she greeted with a small smile and he swore she looked bashful. “Hey,” he replied dumbly after a few seconds. Realizing she was finally here with him, he scrambled off his barstool, moving to take off his hat and place it over his chest. “Glad ya could make it.” “Wouldn’t miss it, vaquero.” Her eyes glanced to the side. “Those for me?” He gave her the bouquet that’d been resting on the side of his barstool, awaiting their rightful owner. He hadn’t been so sure if they were a good purchase when he bought them earlier that day but seeing her holding them close and enjoying their perfumed scent, he was glad he did. The bat of her eyelashes had him feeling warm, and that was besides the drink he’d already partook. After offering to help her with her coat, he took a moment to admire her. Damn. If it took her that long to get ready and this was the result? He knows that rationally he should be annoyed at how much time she’s wasted but he can’t help but feel some level of joy that she concerned herself this much for a date with him. “Like what you see?” McCree looked up, seeing Sombra wink at him. She must’ve caught him looking. That or he took a second too long to gawk. If his jaw had been open, he had no doubt that she would have reached over to close it for him. “Mm. Ya do look stunning,” he admitted. “All that extra care ‘n attention really shows.” Sombra shrugged coyly, moving to sit on the barstool next to his. “I wanted to make a good first impression.” She turned her head, looking ahead at the shelves of bottles along the wall behind the counter. “That turned out to work out fine, didn’t it?” He took her hand in his, already trying to forget the rocky start that the evening began with. “Let’s not worry about that. We’re both here now so let’s just enjoy our time together, hm?” Quickly waving down the bartender, he turned back to his date, letting his thumbs brush over her knuckles. Slowly, but surely, he was gaining his confidence back. As much as he was charmed by this woman, he wanted to do the same. She looked surprised, violet eyes blinking slowly until she laughed through her nose, and nodded. “Of course, vaquero. I wanna see just how well you hold your liquor.” “Ya think I’m a lightweight?” he asked as the bartender placed two glasses of tequila in front of them. Sombra grabbed her glass and peered inside. “Prove to me you’re not?” The look she passed him was downright sinful, challenging, and McCree was a fool who took great delight in that fact. He laughed, instead choosing to take his own glass and lift it in good spirits. “To a good evenin’, with good drink ‘n even better company,” he offered, a grin on his lips. “Salud,” Sombra answered, lifting her tequila and taking a sip, humming in appreciation. “You’ve got good taste,” she all but purred her approval in his choice of tequila. “The best,” he answered, tipping his hat. Pleased with her reaction, he had a feeling that the rest of their evening would play out splendidly. -- “You sure you’re good to head out, McCree?” Sombra asked, holding her keys in one hand and the bouquet tucked in her arm. “We kinda got carried away there at the end.” McCree waved it off. “I’m good. I’ve ended up where I had to go worse off than this,” he explained. “Thanks for worryin’ ‘bout lil ol’ me though, darlin’. I appreciate it.” She rolled her eyes and huffed. “I’m just wondering if I’ll have someone to answer the phone when I want a second date,” she teased. He hadn’t even been thinking about it, having been preoccupied with the good time they were having that evening that McCree completely forgot about the possibility of seeing this woman a second time. Maybe even a third. “Oh?” he finally said, his head still lightly spinning. “I’ll be damned sure to answer that phone call, sweetheart.” The sweet laugh that bubbled out of Sombra’s throat warmed him right up even in the middle of the cold of that winter night. The glow of the light outside her door illuminated her face and he swore he never saw anyone more beautiful. “I’d like to kiss you,” McCree admitted, blunt and quickly. He wasn’t drunk but alcohol had the tendency to make him say things that were at the front of his mind. Instead of quiet acceptance, he felt her grab his coat and drag him down to her level before the lips he’d been staring at all night long finally pressed onto his. McCree wrapped his arms around her, as if anchoring himself to the reality that this day was ending so perfectly. As she pulled away, she made no move to remove herself from his hold, instead breathing along with him, the impact of their lip lock made evident from the visual puffs of air in the cold weather. “McCree,” Sombra started quietly. Just as he contemplated his name being the sweetest sound ever from her mouth, she continued. “Do you want to come inside?” She didn’t even have to ask twice.

[futuraforthekids]

Sleep Cycle App Review

We often don’t realize how our sleep schedule affects our daily routine. Sleep is one of the most significant contributing factors that impact our mood, focus, and health. So if you’re wondering why you haven’t been able to focus on your weekly readings, perhaps Sleep Cycle can help answer that question.

What is Sleep Cycle? Sleep Cycle is an app that analyzes your sleeping pattern and wakes you up at the perfect time. It tracks your sleep throughout all five stages and wakes you up during light sleep (stage 1-2). It also records any snoring!

How does it work? Sleep Cycle uses sound analysis algorithm to identify sleep states, track movements in bed, as well as snoring. It uses a “wake-up phase” (30 minutes by default) that ends at your set alarm time. During this phase, Sleep Cycle will monitor signals from your body to wake you softly when you are in your lightest sleep stage. Make sure your phone faces upwards, and the microphone is not blocked when starting the cycle. Otherwise, the app won’t be able to track your sleep properly, resulting in an “untracked sleep.”

Why Sleep Cycle? Sleep Cycle not only helps you understand your sleeping pattern by providing you with the necessary information, such as:

Sleep quality;

Time in bed;

Duration and recording of snoring;

It also wakes you up with a subtle ringtone unlike the default alarm ringtone for the iOS. This makes waking up feel blissful, and not like a distress signal awakened you.

My Personal Experience: I have been using Sleep Cycle for the past 41 days, and I must say that it is now an essential part of my “Must-Have Apps” list. I highly recommend it, especially if you are someone under a lot of stress and have trouble focusing.

Where can I download this app?

Download it on your iPhone or Android for FREE!

[cheelchan]

the beauty within the beast 1: “Kim Namjoon”

→ summary: “every single day since he turned 18, he wakes up in a universe where his body changes into someone. But ever since he met you, it occurred less frequently. And he just hopes he’d stop changing if he stays together with you more and more each day.”   → au: “the beauty within” and “the beauty and the beast” → rating: T → pairing: ot7 | reader  → series: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | → word count: 1.6k

As soon as he wakes up, he instantly fumbles and checks the color of the strands of his hair. They’re brown today, he surmised, before he proceeds to stretch his limbs, a low grumble surfacing from his throat. He’s obviously male, and oh, he’s also tall.

He starts to walk to his walk-in cabinet to look for clothes to change into. There in the room were different sizes and kinds of clothes, suitable for all ages and genders. He checks his reflection on the mirror and is able to figure out which clothes would suit him for today: Japanese Street style fashion.

He takes a shower and, afterwards, changes into his clothes. However, he pauses as he sees the rose tattoo on his chest. It had appeared when he turned eighteen, but he paid no attention to it as he knew that it was one of the effects brought about by his condition.

His phone rings all of a sudden, interrupting his preparations, but he’s fine with it. He’s already used to getting phone calls first thing in the morning from his best friend, Jackson Wang.

“I’m assuming you’re awake now?” Jackson asked, while he replied with a slow hum. “Good! Actually, people have been waiting for me to ask you if you’ve finished the song for the commercial.”

“I’ve sent it to you already last night. Didn’t you check your email?”

“Huh?” He could hear Jackson scrambling on the other line to check. “Ah yes! It’s here! Thank you, thank you. I’ll place this under your default name ‘BTS’,” Jackson added.

“Yup, yup, you do that. You should know what to do already by now, right?” He murmured, setting the coffeemaker in his kitchen.

“So, what name are you going by today? Is it going to be something dramatic or, perhaps, foreign?” Jackson asked.

“Nah,” he replied before staring at his reflection on the stainless coffeemaker. “I feel like a ‘Kim Namjoon’ today, to be honest,” Namjoon responded.

“‘Kim Namjoon’, hmmm. Not bad! I’ll call you ‘Namjoon’ for the rest of the day then,” Jackson agreed in approval of the name that his friend chose. It was an everyday occurrence, but Jackson always gave his honest feedback on the names his friend would choose for himself. It was necessary for someone whose identity changed every single day.

The phone call ended a little later as Jackson had to excuse himself for another phone call from their customers. The two of them started a small business with him, under the alias ‘BTS’, writing and producing songs, while Jackson was in-charge of selling the song to different companies. It was the ideal situation for the both of them since he couldn’t exactly expose himself to the world, much to his chagrin. But it was a fact that he already accepted, especially because of his condition.

His condition? One might ask.

It was a condition where one’s appearance involuntarily changed everyday without notice. Even if one chose to stay up all night, he would still change. And so, in order to avoid confusion, he would also change his name and identity, especially when his appearance was always fleeting. It started when he turned eighteen, and ever since then, he always had to adapt to how he looked. That was why his walk-in cabinet was one that was filled with different clothes, accessories, and shoes of all sizes and genders, since he could never predict how he was going to look the next day.

The only thing he was assured of was that he would change without fail every single day.

He walks to the coffee shop nearby his neighborhood, the barista walking up to him, unable to recognize that Namjoon was actually a regular already. But, of course, his face had always changed, so why else would the barista recognize him?

“A cup of flat white with vanilla syrup,” he says as the barista named ‘Suran’ nods, a smile on her face, before she proceeds to ask the other barista to make the beverage for her. She paused midway, however, as she sighed.

“Ah wait, I forgot that you’re new to this job. Let me handle the coffee. You handle the cash register for now.” Suran moved to the side as she pushed you to the cash register to take Namjoon’s order.

“Hi! I’m sorry, but I’m still new to this job, so we had to switch midway, but can I please ask for your order again?” You asked him, an apologetic smile making its way to your face. You were obviously new to the job, especially since he didn’t see you the last time he visited, which was last week. He hardly went out for the past few days, trying to finish the song that was commissioned from him.

But, the smile on your face was sweet and refreshing for him. He doesn’t remember the last time someone had directed such smile to his direction since he always avoided people, preferring to think of them as fleeting, especially since he could never have anything that involved permanence. His identity was always temporary and so, long-term relationships were always impractical for him.

Yet, it was the first time he thought of someone in another way for the first time since he started changing his identity.

“Your order, sir?” You asked him again, bringing him back to reality as he blinked his eyes for a moment, realizing that he was spacing out a while ago. He repeated his order to you as you nodded and asked for his name.

He smiled to himself, wondering if it was going to be a name that was going to last inside your head or something that you were going to toss already before the day ends.

“Kim Namjoon.”

He wishes the latter, but he already accepted his fate, anyway.

And so, he stops himself before he would start expecting, especially when he had no plans of involving you in his mess.

You were better off without him.

Anyone was better off without him.

That night, he anticipates that he was going to change again the next day; probably into someone younger or of the opposite gender or of a different nationality. He assumes that he was probably going to look a bit different than he actually did as ‘Kim Namjoon’.

But, he didn’t.

He wakes up to the sound of his ringtone as he immediately reaches out for his phone, but he doesn’t even have to open his eyes to realize that it was Jackson who was calling him. 

It was always him without fail.

“I’ve got another commissioned work for you. It’s for a TV commercial for a famous sports drink. I’m assuming that you know this brand? It’s-”

“Jackson, you do know that I’m not going to remember this because you woke me up, right? Can’t you just text or email me the details because I’m pretty sure I’ll forget about this once I go back to sleep,” he interrupts his friend, but his friend simply pauses, realizing something.

But, it’s not about the job that they were handling.

“You know, I’m pretty sure you’re the more musically-inclined one between the two of us, but are my ears playing with me or do you sound the same as you did yesterday?” Jackson asks as Namjoon immediately bolts his eyes open, the sensation of sleepiness down the drain already.

He runs to his restroom and realizes that he still stayed the same.

He was still Kim Namjoon.

“I-I don’t understand,” Namjoon murmured, trying to take in the situation. Why was he still Kim Namjoon? This was the first time he didn’t transform into someone else for the first time in years.

“Namjoon? Are you okay?” He could hear Jackson’s voice over the phone.

“Yup, I’m good, I’m just honestly astounded,” he replied while still touching his face in surprise.

“Well, that’s not exactly your original face, but I’m happy for you. Do you hear me?” Jackson asked as Namjoon smiled the very first honest and carefree smile he could give in all ages.

“I could not ask for more,” he grinned.

The rest of the day was spent in his house, however, as he tried to finish his commissioned work so he could go out the following day and travel. He was probably going to ride the ferry to another island since that was the most plausible for him to do since he couldn’t get a passport immediately. He also needed to get the hang of being able to go around without having to be wary of people being suspicious of him, especially since he always looked different the following day.

But now that he had stopped transforming into someone else, he finally had the freedom to go around.

He decides to take a shower before he retired to bed, but he noticed another difference on his body as he showered. 

It was the rose tattoo.

The once numerous petals on the rose tattoo had been reduced to seven petals.

What was that supposed to connote?

Nonetheless, he didn’t bother too much, feeling a bit tired from having to come up with a light, but active jingle for the sports drink commercial. It was still pretty exhausting, even if he was just home the whole day.

He goes to bed without a second thought as he smiles to himself, excited for what was bound to happen the following day. That night, he dreams about what his travel itinerary entailed, but oddly enough, someone else had accompanied him — you.

He wakes up right before his alarm clock sets off as he excitingly makes his way to the restroom. He’s obviously still male and tall, but for some reason, he feels a bit different. He pays no heed to it until he sees his reflection on the mirror.

He had changed.

a/n: hi! I started another series haha but it’s gonna be pretty short, since I have the whole story plotted already. I know I have other fics lined up, and I will really try to finish them, but this fic just popped into my head recently and I couldn’t sleep without having to write the first chapter entirely. More fics will be coming and updated, so please stay tuned. xo, cheel

[kagaintheskywithdiamonds]

adventures of kag

I was just about to go to bed when I realized I didn’t know where my phone was (since I usually use my phone to set my morning alarm) and not being able to find it was rather problematic because A) THAT’S MY ALARM CLOCK and B) even if I used something else as an alarm clock I still doubt I would fall asleep easily with such a problem weighing on my mind

and searching for it in tight places (like, say, between my bed and the wall) was nearly-impossible to do because I kind of needed a flashlight to see anything in such tight spaces and MY PHONE IS MY FLASHLIGHT

and, normally, at this stage of searching for a phone, one would ask a friend or family member to call it, right?

except it’s 12:30am and everyone else in my house is asleep so I can’t just wake one of them up to call my phone for me

so I had to reach out to the first internet friend I could get a response from

give them my phone number

pray that my default-ass ringtone is set at a volume that is loud enough for me to track it down but not so loud that it wakes up my parents and leads to an awkward conversation tomorrow morning about who the hell was calling me at such an hour and why

then wander through the house and turn on all the lights that had previously been turned off for the night so that I can fucking see things

my cats are confused as to why I’m tearing through the house at this hour

and then I finally find my phone hidden so neatly beneath my daily planner that it took me a second to realize that’s where it was even when I could hear that it was directly in front of me

so now I finally have my phone but holy shit my heart is still pounding from that bizarre escapade

[matthewko28]

Morning

*Hetalia fanfic. Something about that time of the month. A common topic followed a common fluffy story.

*One shot! Human AU!! Steady relationship!!! DanxNyo!Sve :)

*De/nm/ark=Mathias Densen, software engineer, his work type is kind of Tsuzaki’s in NiGeHaji (逃げ恥, a Japanese tv drama I like :3); Nyo!Sw/ed/en=Kristina Oxenstierna, family lawyer(solicitor?). I guess they both work in London.

*These settings are just for fun, it’ll not be mentioned a lot in the following story.

*Rating K+ but maybe up to T (or maybe not, I hope so).

*I’m not a native English speaker neither major in law, if there are any mistakes please correct me (in respectful), thanks!

*Disclaimer: I don’t own anything but the story itself.

The alarm clock was going off. Mathias struggled to turn off the annoying sound, turned over to stay on the bed.

It looked like the alarm was nearly broken, he couldn’t hear it clearly even when he was not asleep. If one day he was late to work, it might be reasonable to blame all wrongs on this little junk. Mathias thought, almost falling into dreams, his fingertips touched something smooth and silky. Stroking along the texture, he closed his eyes, grinning with happiness. Mathias then rolled over to the other side, hug and cuddle up to someone whom he shared a bed with, buried his face into the long, straight blonde hair, “Good morning, Krisi, my dear.”

The soft skin and the light natural fragrance he was holding on made he couldn’t help but sigh and nuzzle them again. Mathias guessed, he might be willing to hang around with those annoying clients and insoluble problems constantly for a whole month, just in return for the right to be woken up by his treasure every morning… um not well, it sounds lovely too to have a lazy weekend… they could stay in bed or cook their brunch, they could stay together all day long… hmm it sounds more attractive to him now…

Mathias hummed unconsciously, tightening arms he put around the other one’s waist.

Unfortunately, someone who he was cuddling up could totally feel nothing about his love pouring out from his heart and soul.

“Get away….”

Kristina had turned her back on Mathias since the beginning. She pressed her face to bed, hands slowly moved and covered up Mathias’ though, she just wanted to be released from his crossing fingers, “Don’t touch me, it’s muggy….”

“Pffft, why don’t you answer me another ‘good morning?’”

“I think you’ve been used to it.”

Mathias felt so bored and loosened his grip. The morning kiss failed, the rest he could look forward to was just the most ordinary mode. He sighed again, rolled onto his back and closed his eyes, waiting until his girlfriend get up and pinch his shoulder to urge him prepare for work.

Two minutes passed, their bedroom was still quiet. Mathias almost fell asleep again, but the next minute, he became alert.

Something is wrong. He suddenly realized it.

If it was actually “the most ordinary mode,” he would see Kristina sit in front of her dressing table and wear her hair in a bun before he turned off the alarm. Mathias spent a few seconds thinking back what they did yesterday. It wasn’t the first time Mathias went to sleep earlier than Kristina. In the past a month, Kristina became a little busier than ever, she stayed up late again last night. It was just as usual, the only difference maybe was that she looked more silent but anxious than before? Kristina has been very unhappy when Mathias picked her up. From her office to their home, she kept quiet along the way, kicked off her heels when they just got back home. Oh gosh, she looked so damn unpleasant. Should he feel grateful that his dear Krisi didn’t object to his complaint and office gossip when he was driving?

Slowly, Mathias recalled another strange thing he saw in the early morning, when he woke up to use the bathroom; what on earth are those bloodstains on the shower floor?

Mathias sat up suddenly, turned to look at what happened to Kristina. Kristina was lying with her back turned on him though. She lowered her head, curling up with hands holding her belly tightly.

“Krisi, are you alright?”

He ran a hand through her hair and put the other hand on her body, “Krisi?”

“…I’m fine.” Kristina pushed his hands away gently. Before Mathias asked her more, she got out of bed, found out her glasses and tampon and went to the bathroom. She was slouching and walking unsteadily. Mathias frowned at the nightstand, he could make sure what caused Kristina to be so painful was certainly not the low blood sugar in the morning. The drawer was still opened and the sanitary products inside were so messy. The owner would not allow such a condition happened in usual time.

However, the bathroom door had locked. Mathias had no interest in slapping it then getting another fight. He put the stuff in order, got out of bed lazily, planning to go to kitchen and wash his face.

After he came back, Kristina was still in the bathroom. Mathias opened his wardrobe with humming songs, searching a shirt he preferred today. When he was wearing it, the door was finally opened, “Morning!”

“Mm.”

“Feeling better?”

No one answered.

“Kristina?”

Kristina passed by him, with a work suit in her arms.

Mathias doubted he could stand it.

“Kristina, stop!” He grabbed her arm to let him face her, just found that Kristina was really weak. She looked pale and uncomfortable, keeping pressing a hand on lower abdomen when Mathias stared at her.

“You sure you still have to work today?” He knew his voice was becoming overbearing and aggressive, also assured that his girlfriend despised his behavior in such a case definitely.

As expected, Kristina shook off his hand, “I am running late.”

“No, wait, it doesn’t relate to being late,” Mathias held her back again, but this time he controlled his strength carefully, “I mean…you are having your period, aren’t you? Don’t you take a day off?”

Before Kristina answered, he quickly added, “I think you do need it.”

“I think I don’t need it yet,” Kristina said softly, twisting her body to get rid of his grasp, “besides, I have a client meeting today. I don’t want to stand her up.”

“Does it mean standing her up? Could you both just… reschedule it?”

“No way, it’ll be good to everyone if the case closed as early…ugh!…”

“Kristina!”

Suddenly, a severe pain hit her, making her couldn’t support herself. Kristina knelt down on the floor without precautions, feeling that she just fell into the darkness. She closed her eyes, hearing small noise beside her. Mathias immediately knelt down too, holding her upper body to avoid letting her collapse on the floor.

“Geez, you are trembling…can you walk?”

Kristina looked downwards, after a while she finally nodded slightly.

“Would you get into bed first?” Mathias caught her by the elbow before getting her reply. He was wide awake, being startled thoroughly. In some ways his bad habit of nagging even worsened, “I have told you a hundred times you should lead a normal life but you always say ‘well, another half hour’ blablabla, poor you have a bad luck today. You are such a workaholic, always forget to take a rest or have a meal, well it doesn’t matter, but how can you have no sense of feeling cold? Have I talked about this? Last time I passed by the study room and you almost scared me to death…”

Kristina sat on the bed and pressed her lips together. She touched Mathias’ fingers, slowly wrapped and caressed them.

Mathias’ words offended though, she just couldn’t push his tenderness away; he was trying to massage her belly. Kristina was so disappointed at her bad health status and her tolerance to it. She needed something to balance her mood. Mathias’ hands looked like they could warm up anything, and that was actually she was searching for in the moment.

But, at the same time, this guy was going to nag about the relation between menstrual cycle and making something. Kristina didn’t want to listen to this kind of issue at all, especially when it was the time they just got up.

She rubbed her forehead with a sigh.

“…Mathias, three minutes, could you keep quiet for just…”

“No, I can’t.”

They caught sight of each other, struggling to resist the impulse to roll their eyes.

Still, it’s Mathias who breaks the silence as always. He took a deep breath, turned his hand over and held Kristina’s tightly, “Seriously, do you want to take a leave today? Every time you go to office, you wear your skirt suit – don’t mention your pant suits – your skirt suit and tights and heels and…anything else? Your stoic face? Now you are in too much pain to walk firmly, why you still consider that… you can keep wearing them and working?”

“You assumed that I can’t manage my work.”

“No! I didn’t mean it! I just want you… can’t you…”

Mathias scratched his head in frustration, feeling distressed to express his thoughts properly. Suddenly, an odd sound appeared out of nowhere.

It was a standard default ringtone, ringing out from a work phone, and the cellphone belonged to Kristina.

He felt the hand he was grabbing at twitched slightly.

“Uh-huh, it’s time to work, ja?” Mathias stood up by putting his hands upon his knees. He walked to the end table, unplugged the phone charger and looked back to the bed. Kristina had straightened an arm towards him.

The sound hadn’t stopped yet. It even became louder because of its owner’s setting.

Without any hesitation, Mathias answered the phone call then left the room.

“Good morning! Northcape Law Firm! Densen speaking, how may I help you?”

“Darn it, you…!”

“Ah, sure, I’m her assistant, yes,…”

The door slammed shut.

Kristina put down her pillow. She curled up her body again due to the cramps. She didn’t know if the pain would worsen or not, couldn’t help but moan though she had bitten her lips. She couldn’t make sure it is feeling pain or Mathias’ and her bad tempers that put her in such a difficult position. The silence spread throughout the space, but it would not be better if the silence replaced by an argument.

She hadn’t thought out how could she face him yet.

The door was opened, “Hey, where is your medicine? I didn’t find it in the box,” Mathias carried a tray between his hands and waist. It looked like a little awkward, though, he was trying to prevent the stuffs on it spilling over, “Wait, you have cramps again? Shit… Give me a minute!”

He slammed the door again, walked to the bed in a hurry. Kristina looked up when Mathias put a hand on her belly. The tray was placed on the nightstand. There were two pieces of toast and a mug with steam on it.

She stared at the cellphone beside the food. The phone call had finished.

“Are you alright? I guess you’ve been okay.”

“…My purse,” she refocused, pointing the coat rack, “The painkillers are in my purse, the white packet one.”

“Got it,” Mathias moved his hand from her belly, standing up and searching for the purse. After picked up the small box however, he paused at the door, “would you try to avoid taking them? They’re harmful to your health after all.”

“Of course I know.”

That might be the impatience in her voice which amused him, Mathias started to snicker. Kristina frowned at him.

“What did you mean?”

“Uhm?”

“Assistant,” she picked up her cellphone.

“Oh, I supposed you didn’t want to expose your personal life,” Mathias shrugged, walked back with smile on his face. Kristina didn’t want to get details why this guy laughed so happily, at least, not now.

“It’ll be my pleasure if you allow me to introduce myself as your boyfriend, oh, husband sounds better, you could take over it.”

“Stop kidding.”

“Okay, stop kidding.”

Mathias threw the box into the tray, took out Kristina’s phone when he sat on the edge of the bed, “Then, maybe it’s time to discuss this?” He showed the dark screen to her, as if he was displaying a new product.

She forced herself to not throw her head back or hit his face by the pillow.

“Your client today is… Ms. Palmer? She just called you.”

She nodded.

“She said today there is an activity in school that needs parents’ supporting, so she asked if the meeting rescheduled to the teatime… the time you determined at first was lunch time, right?”

She nodded again.

“I asked her to postpone to a later date, she said okay.”

“Why did you…”

“I SAID, today you are very, very weak and uncomfortable, that’s the only thing I told her. Luckily she could understand it, so she agreed with my suggestion,” quietly, Mathias put the cellphone back on the nightstand, “…I’m sorry for answering your phone call without your agreement.”

She looked downwards when Mathias put his hands on his thighs. His fingers were crossing tightly with nervousness and insecurity.

“I never… I never thought that you were the person who didn’t want to be responsible for your work. I’ve seen all your efforts to the profession since the first time I worked with you. I’ve seen how hard you concentrated on this case. I know you take the client seriously, otherwise you wouldn’t turn on the phone after work. But, if you are tired or sick, it doesn’t matter to take a rest, isn’t it? I just consider that you are tend to keep in good health to finish your work, or, fulfill your promise. After all, this is what you persist for several years…” he opened his hands, having no idea where to place them. He felt a bit of emptiness, “do you recall the case one year ago?”

“…Yes, as you thought,” Kristina moved her hands gently into his palms, “but… whom Ms. Palmer has to raise are twins.”

“Well, got it, one more kid,” he caressed his hair and laughed awkwardly, maybe it was because of the lack of water, “then… if you win the lawsuit, she will have a hard time with her children.”

“I believe she has prepared herself.”

“That’s true, or you wouldn’t take the case.”

She finally smiled in the first time in the morning. It was a small smile but warm and bright. She knew the man who was holding her hands would never ever miss it out.

“I have to apologize too, sorry to keep you worried, it’ll not happen again.”

“Hmmm I hold my reservations about that,” Mathias raised an eyebrow, but he could never keep a straight face for too long. After a few seconds, he started to chuckle, “so you decide to stay at home today?”

Kristina nodded.

“Will you ask Tina to send you another document?”

She suddenly held back a hand then smacked his arm.

“Hey this is just kidding! …Um, not yet, honestly I have a feeling that you’ll tend to do it if… Sorry I am wrong I’ll shut up now,” Mathias grabbed Kristina’s hand, tightening and put it in front of his face, “You know our office is running a project now… but once I finish today’s work, I’ll come home as soon as possible.”

“You are too nervous, it’s not having a baby.”

“Surely we can have a baby! If you want, after these days pass, we can make one imme…sorry,” he blocked the flying pillow, left a light kiss on Kristina’s cheek, “I’ll go to your office first, you know, ask for your leave today… what do you wanna eat? I’ll bring it home tonight.”

“Brownie?”

“Chocolate is prohibited.”

Aw, how rare he could see her childish disappointed face, “Well, then… anything you like, from Françoise’s bakery.”

“Huh, designated store, right?” Mathias scratched Kristina’s palm slightly, “then, Miss Kristina Oxenstierna, my dear lady, your super assistant, Mathias Densen, has thoroughly prepared to finish today’s missions!”

“You engineer have an assistant part-time job?”

Mathias stood up, gave her a wink and managed to dress. Kristina tried to get out of bed and ease herself when her boyfriend was wearing his trench coat. They exchanged a kiss before Mathias went out. The door opened and closed soon. The space indoor gradually sank into the silence and the sunlight.

It was still annoying to endure the uncomfortable and count down until the period passed, however, it was kinda worth to look forward to this time. Kristina wrapped herself in a blanket, put on the mug and sipped the hot drink.

End. Oct. 21. 2017. (translated into English at Mar. 01. 2018.)

(bonus((??)

Dan has called nyo!Fr and ordered some mini apple pies before work. It’ll be on time to pick it up after leaving office X)

*Also on https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12854022/1/Morning

*The origin Chinese version click here (if anyone has interest in :/)

*Ms. Palmer is an OC and yes,  Françoise is nyo!Fr. She was once Kristina’s client but soon they became friends.

[landentlft873-blog]

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[mylovenadia]

Part 2

It was the ringtone thaf threw me off. I did asked her before when she was still using her old phone. I said baikkk...tukar special ringtone for him. She said..nda pun. Nda pernah me ubab katanya. At the time, it didn’t bother me much cos she might have changed it when she was still in relationship with him and she haven’t change it back. So i was okay. But not today. She already changed her phone and supposedly all the ringtone in her WhatsApp contact list will changed back to default cos theres no way i cloud will sync that little detail to a new phone. When daus texted i realised his ping is different than the others. I asked her right away and said eh..utk daus berubah ah ringtone nya. She said mna ada. Semua pun sama. Mna me ubah. While she was asleep, i checked my phone settings. Specifically in whatsapp. I know who i have changed the ringtone before i converted to iphone X from iPhone 6 before. I haven’t changed it back when i have this phone. I rechecked the settings and its reset to default settings. I know for sure his ringtone was new set up. Im really upset. I cried in silence. I am super jealous. I managed to fall asleep for half an hour only. Woke up at 0830pm cos we shifted sleep positions. It was bright anyways cos she switch on the fairies lights. She asked, shall we go to lambak to eat. In a dazed she said she’ll change. But i refused cos she looks tired. I rather be hungry than she doesn’t have enough sleep cos of me. I said..get back to sleep. Its okay. I go alone. She asked what time is it now? I told her its 0830 and don’t worry i’ll set an alarm and asked her to go back to sleep. I woke up and switch off the lights. Get back to bed besides her trying to make an attempt to sleep back but couldn’t. Instead i watch her sleeping for almsot an hour straight. I look at this woman that i love sleep soundly besides me. There was a lot of questions played in my head. 1. Is he special? 2. Was she telling the truth? If not..why did she lie? 3. Why only him he changed the ringtone? 4. Did she changed my ringtone too when i texted? 5. Am i special? 6. Does she really love me? 7. Does he hold a special place in her heart? 8. Should i try text her later while she taking her shower and see if she changed mine. All those questions repeated over and over again in my head. I look at her sleeping, touch her cheek slowly and look at her face lovingly. I just couldn’t believe that she is my gf. What does she sees in me? Why does she reciprocate my feelings? Does she genuinely love me? I go crazy for a while then the alarm rang. I wake her up slowly. She moved. She woke up straight away. I hugged her from behind. She realized that i was crying. She touched my face. She asked if im okay. I said i am. She better get ready cos its late already. She went straight to the toilet. I called her up back to the room cos she forgotten her towel. she said she only needs to pee not shower. She took the towel nonetheless. While she was in the toilet, i checked her phone if it was on silent or not. It was not i found out. I texted ❤️ just want to hear ny ringtone. Its the default one. My heart breaks. I woke up and get ready myself. Clean up the bed then went to the other room and changed. She was there too. I couldn’t look straight to her face. My heart shattered. Went to living room and cried while she was getting ready at the back. When i heard she was coming, i jolted walk to the bedroom and wiped my tears. I guess i can’t hide it cos she asked me softly on why i cried. Before i head out to the car, i turned and hugged her tightly and cried on her shoulder. She said to me softly..baby we will see each other again in 2 weeks okay after you come back from offshore. I’ll still be here. I said i will miss you. Then i turned to look back at the wall clock. Its 0945 and i said we should be going or else you’ll be late. In the car, i regain my composure. She told me she had a lot of dreams while she put on her socks. I asked what was your dream? Well she said one of it, she dreamt that shes going offshore and her mom got so upset when

[melisanavas]

HALF-TIME

By Meli Navas

Have you ever wanted to make a graffiti onto someone’s face when they make you angry? Or found a person who is so stuck into his own sadness that you suddenly feel the urge to cut their head down the middle to stuff it with happy tiny cute pastel things like confetti, marshmallows and glitter and then shake it off, so he can look less depressing and more like a snowglobe? Well, I have.

My name is Ramona and I live in Buenos Aires. I have only one job: going to University, but I am not very good at it. Living alone can be a huge problem for those who are trying to be more responsible. One day, you wake up late and that’s it. Your brain is changed forever. You are infected with unpunctuality, a disease that prevents you from being a disciplined person. You start missing the alarm and the 10 other times you snooze it. You live according to your biological clock, so you wake up whenever your body wants to do it. Every day feels like a piñata. You have no clue of what you will get out of it, apart from the angry faces who hate you because you’re late, again. That’s when you decide that the smart choice is not lose all your friends, and rather go vegan on plans. But I must say, flowing is not for everybody.  

I usually tell people that I moved here to study, including my parents, but that’s a fat lie. I don’t come from a family of lawyers or accountants, in fact none of them are professionals. I come from a family of good people. People who are very talented at putting everyone’s needs before their own. People who make the perfect neighbour, employee or husband. The type of people who society loves. I guess society doesn’t care about how perfect feels. But, I do. Perfect smells like advertising. Tastes like politicians. Sounds like a monophonic ringtone and feels like something is missing.

Moving to a capital city was a charade of growing apart from a family that didn’t feel human enough to be my family. For a long time, I was convinced that my parents illegally bought me at a chinese market, but then I realized I was being stupid because:

1) I look exactly like my mom 2) She is not Asian

My mom was the provider for a long time, that’s how she gained the power of control and became the alpha woman of the pack. She is the kind of person who doesn’t like receiving any help, but loves complaining about it. She also has a strong dislike for people who change - that’s a comfort zoner classic. I still don’t get what is it that she adores about her comfort zone, I mean it’s not even that comfortable. The place is full of multi-tasking, multi-eating and multi-stressing, so when you pass by, anxiety gets under your skin and starts driving your life, and you feel the urge of doing something, anything, anything that doesn’t involve relaxing of course. And you do, but you do not enjoy it.

My dad is always dressed in the same way: father shirt, father jeans, no belt. You can only tell that he has changed his clothes by looking at the colour of the cotton handkerchief he carries in his left rear pocket. On business days he alternates between the baby blue with white and navy stripes and the light brown with white and dark brown stripes. He saves the grey one for the weekends, it’s the fancy one of the set. I find this very entertaining, I hope one day someone makes a documentary about it. He also reminds me of my grandfather. But unlike grandpa he can actually hear. In fact he is a great listener, that is why he is always the one calling and I am always the one talking. We complement each other perfectly. He pays, I spend. He is huggable, I’m a hugger. Another thing he is very good at is shopping for food. He puts lots of passion into it, I think it makes him feel like a modern australopithecus hunting and gathering sushi for the tribe. It’s his macho moment. Or it was. Until mom ruined his fantasy by complaining about all his choices and now he is allowed to bring food she will never cook. So chocolate boxes are the only thing left from his prehistoric macho traditions. I want him to keep them alive, so I came up with this ritual: each time I go back home for the weekend, we have to turn the T.V. on and sit next to each other with at least one box of chocolates. During the ceremony, I am the one in charge of discovering what’s inside of each chocolate. So, I bite all the pieces, one by one, and pass them straight to him, the finisher, the one responsible for eating all my bitten chocolates. Our bonbon celebration was the muse of my new theory: “Dad was a grey giant furry dog in his past life”. I have solid evidence:

He knows how to keep you company He is a best friend by default He loves eating the leftovers

I have a brother too, who doesn’t give a shit about me and loves his routine very much. He leads the same life my grandfather used to. He wakes up at 7.30 am, eats crossfit food and reads the newspaper, starting from the obituaries. Then he exercises, watches TV and goes to bed before 10. He doesn’t drink alcohol, his comfort zone is a never-ending Monday.

Although mom would never admit it, I know that the comfort zoners of the family team up to hate me. My brother is a big devotee of that religion, he ignores me in every possible format: text, email, audio note, inbox, skype, phone call, selfie, flesh and bones. The only time he thinks about me first is when something bad happens. Then you'd better be in a crying-friendly place, because I am telling you, he has no filter. He makes every piece of bad news, worse, especially if it’s the death of someone close. Luckily, we are a small family and he has already used four and a half shots, one for each of my grandparents, and half for my aunt’s cancer. I am sure that right now he is fantasising about the lines he will text me when Susy finally dies. It’s one of his guilty pleasures. Or pleasures. I take the “guilty” back.

It’s been more than a year since I’ve decided to grow apart from my family and even though I still look like 19 year-old Ramona, I feel smarter. As if God was constantly updating my software without my permission to make my human apps work better, and now I can sense more and see new things in the same old situations. No, I am not on drugs. And yes, it’s a crazy experience.

The voice that controls your thoughts breaks and everything you think sounds more mature, more like a 28 year-old Clementine, who wears bordeaux lipstick and feels sexy when she lights up one of her white thin Virginia Slim cigarettes. Being smart is hot.

Clementine helped me realize how awkward our family dynamic has been during the past two weeks. My dad has been acting like my brother, he doesn’t call me anymore. So I had to act like my brother and team up with my mom, who has been acting like my dad. I don’t know what’s going on there, neither does Clementine. And the more I hear my mom on the phone saying everything is “good” and “perfectly fine”, the more I feel haunted by the ghosts of my brother’s text messages. I don’t know what to do. I need to think of a solution. So I turn the TV on - cable movies trigger my thinking. They are showing an Icelandic action movie on channel 42. Cool. I am watching an Icelandic weirdo walking in his weird Icelandic sweater. The phone rings. In real life, not in the movie. Time stops.

Clementine thinks that Ramona should do the right thing and go back home. Ramona is convinced that she’s being too sensitive. She is PMSing the whole situation. The Icelandic weirdo walks past an Icelandic sheep that matches his sweater. Ramona reminds Clementine that she only has 500 pesos left, spending that money means asking for extra cash. Clementine feels mom’s comfort zone getting more uncomfortable than usual. The Icelandic weirdo is now riding the matching sheep. Ramona tells Clementine to relax. Clementine is quiet. The Icelandic weirdo parks his matching sheep at the supermarket. Ramona doesn’t get it. Clementine doesn’t understand Icelanders either. The Icelandic weirdo steals a non-matching sheep. Ramona thinks of her family. Clementine feels bad for Ramona. The Icelandic weirdo is now being chased by three Icelandic policemen mounted on their three blue matching sheep. Ramona doesn’t know what to do. Clementine is quiet. Ramona breaks into tears. Clementine feels lonely. Clementine and Ramona are now sobbing.

They can’t do what they always do. They can’t call who they always call. They can’t call him. Dad.

Clementine turns the TV off, grabs a backpack, puts some clothes on and leaves the apartment to get into a cab. As the car moves, without even crying, tears start falling down her face and the streets of Buenos Aires become more and more blurry. The taxi stops at a red light, the window projects the scene of a young girl holding her father’s hand, waiting to cross the street. Ramona wonders if he is acting too. Pretending to be happy when he is not. The taxi leaves them behind and she looks into the rear-view mirror, trying to hold onto that image, but instead she discovers the reflection of a more grown-up woman, sitting in the back of the car. She looks as if she was holding a bunch of worries between her eyebrows and although she is not moving, she feels heavier than before. Her throat is blocked, the air doesn’t go through. It’s hard to breathe when reality has just cracked. Ramona wishes that her father would open up and talk about what was eating him, and that he had never acted the way he did today, like a sad little kid, calling for everyone’s attention through a stupid suicide note. Expecting someone to do better hurts. Expecting your dad to do better, hurts even more.

Ramona wants to believe in her father, like she used to believe in Santa, the monsters living under the bed and her imaginary friends. Clementine tells her that the magic is gone and wanting it back is only for comfort zoners. Ramona doesn’t want to be one of them, so she chooses to face the sad man that Clementine is now showing her. A man who wouldn’t understand the value of his own presence and would think that the only way to keep people in his life is by pleasing them. Ramona remembers her dad’s favourite mole, the grey hairs hidden in his moustache and his weird habit of never wanting to wear a belt, but this time she sees something new. She gets it. Belts are accessories exclusively designed for the ones wearing the pants. Knowing the size of your belt is knowing the size of your personal space, of how much do you occupy in a pair of jeans, in a room, in a marriage, in a family, in the Universe. Ramona is not sure that her dad understands this, so she decides to tell him how important he is and that it’s ok to be sad, because sometimes existing fucking sucks. He could count on her, no matter what and she meant that. Ramona understands now that complex situations require simple words, filled with good intentions. She is excited to show her father her new Clementine voice. She promises to herself that she’ll call him more often, so he can talk to her. She thinks of getting a job too, so the next time she will pay for his drinks. Her thoughts are now interrupted by taxi driver announcing that they’ve arrived at the bus station, Ramona pays and gets off, knowing that with each step she makes, she is closer to her father. The real one. Half-time is almost done.