#me at 10pm: ah you know what i may as well finish it today! then i won't be distracted by it tomorrow and can do my reading!

[weidli]

the good lord ain't bringing me home

[ameliterature]

Writer's Block Cont. (AnderPerry ficlet)

Continuation of Writer's Block

It was a breezy evening downtown and Todd hasn't been at the Coffee Shop since he'd kissed Neil. For obvious reasons, this made the coffee shop barista extremely worried.

"Why the long face?" Charlie asked. He propped himself by the counter beside his brooding friend. Charlie was one of Neil's best friends and the actual manager/owner of the coffee shop (this way he could play his saxophone every Friday night without any objections).

"Todd... He hasn't been here in three days, Charlie, and he's almost always here." Neil buried his face more onto the linoleum counter.

"Oh Todd, ah yes, your big time author-crush-person." Charlie recalls Neil always gushing about him during his break time. He always insisted making all of Todd's orders too. "I mean, today could just be another busy day for him. I'm sure he doesn't necessarily have a reason not to go here." He chuckled.

Neil fell silent.

"... Neiiiilll? What did you do?" Charlie glares at his direction. "Why do you think Todd Anderson wouldn't go here for three days straight?"

Neil fiddled with his thumbs. "I-- I may have... maybe- uh... k-kissed him last weekend."

"YOU WHAT?!" Charlie blurted out, alarming some of the customers and their other barista, Meeks. Unlike Charlie, Meeks was already aware of this situation but he didn't exactly want to stop making his latte art at the moment.

"SHHHH, pipe it down, Charlie- I... Okay, so the other day uh..." Neil huffed before pulling Charlie into the back office to talk more privately-- naturally leaving Meeks in charge.

"Details, Perry, I. NEED. DETAILS." Charlie shook Neil by his shoulders.

"Okay, okay! I'm getting to it-" Neil rattled Charlie off of him. "So- The other day when I was closing up shop for you, Todd was the only one left and- well, long story short- He needed kissing experience for his book and I gave it to him and now I think it was a mistake and he is most likely avoiding me." Neil buried his face into his hands this time. He whined as Charlie comforts him with a pat on his slouched back.

"Neil- Come on! I'm sure he's just shy and all. Hey maybe you gave him the wrong phone number- remember that time when you sent me the wrong one-"

"OH MY GOD-- THAT'S IT-" Neil face-palmed.

"What?"

"I FORGOT TO GIVE HIM MY NUMBER--" Neil sounded both relieved and hysterical. "Of course he wouldn't just come back here- He couldn't just... talk to me in person after what I did- and- and..." Neil sunk to the floor.

Charlie looked down at his distraught friend. "Who am I kidding, Charlie... I ruined it... The one time I got to meet my favorite author and I blew it by kissing him."

"You sure that's blowing it? I'd say it was the best thing you could possibly get from any famous-person-interaction." Charlie smiled, trying to pick up Neil from the ground.

"Just let me die in peace." Neil says to the cold floor. "That kiss might've been the first and last time I ever got to know Todd Anderson in person and I didn't even ask about his other books. He probably thinks I'm just a floozy."

Just as Charlie was about to complain about Neil's focus on Todd's writing than Todd's kiss, someone knocks on the door.

Meeks opens the door to see Neil lifting his head from the floor with tears in his eyes while Charlie is grabbing his arm.

"Uh.. Neil, there's a guy looking for you. He said his name's Todd Ander-"

Neil instantly perks up and immediately bolts to the counter.

When Neil arrives by the cash register, he sees the same dark-blonde author he kissed mere days ago. Todd had eye bags yet his expression was one of breathless excitement. Still beautiful to Neil's eyes.

"T-Todd..." Neil greeted him.

"Neil... When... When do you get off work?" Todd asked fervently yet it was polite to Neil's eyes. "I... I need to talk to you about something."

Just as Neil was about to say 'Around 10pm' Charlie appears from behind him.

"Thank you for your work, Mr. Perry! I see you're done with your shift for the day! I'll see you tomorrow!" Charlie beamed, making quick eye contact with both Neil and Todd. Neil picked up on what Charlie implied and immediately took off his apron.

After a short while, Todd guided Neil to his car parked right outside the coffee shop. "D-Do you mind going with me to my apartment?"

It was a non-question for Neil. As much as he wanted to scream from the rooftops and YAWP in excitement, he kept his composure and followed Todd. "Sure, I'd love to."

The drive to Todd's apartment was silent and short. Todd lived incredibly close to the coffee shop and this fact made Neil grow even more fanboy-y. Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god.

He wanted to respect Todd's privacy so he purposefully didn't take note of the floor number or the apartment number before he entered Todd's home. (In turn, he kept his eyes on Todd the whole time).

As they entered the apartment, Neil could only stare at how neat Todd's living space was. It wasn't exactly neat as it was mostly barren. The most "decoration" you could find was Todd's various bookshelves. A good portion of the area was his own books while the rest were a plethora of Classics and collections of multiple pieces of literature. Todd was a well-read author after all.

"D-did you want anything to drink? Unfortunately the coffee I have here isn't as good as the ones you make so-"

"Wait, Todd... I'm- I'm sorry for what I did... If I made you feel uncomfortable. I- I was worried the past few days-"

"Huh, What- You're sorry?" Todd, bewildered by Neil's apology, let out a chuckle. "Neil, if anything, you helped me, remember?"

Neil looked at him with an intrigued look.

Just then, Todd took Neil's hand and led him to his office. Unlike his perfectly neat living room and kitchen area, Todd's office was a chaotic room full of papers and notebooks. In the back part facing away from the windows was a desk with a computer, multiple stacks of papers (and paper balls), and emptied out paper cups marked on the inside with coffee stains.

"Our little uh- field research actually got me out of my writer's block and I've been writing my book like crazy for the past three days." Todd confessed. "I'm basically almost done with it."

"Wait- Three days?" Neil wheezed. He didn't think Todd could get even more impressive than he already was. "My kiss got you to finish your newest book in three days?!"

"Well... yeah-" Todd scratched the back of his head in humility. "Can't say I've ever done that before. It'll need a shitload of editing and proof reading perhaps, but it's mostly done. Thanks to you."

Neil didn't know how to respond to Todd's words. Neil's favorite author, the person he's been following for several years now, was inspired by his kiss, and finished an entire book in THREE DAYS.

"Todd- I... F-from my kiss?"

"Yes. Well of course it was also the caffeine, but yeah mostly your kiss. I just wanted to personally thank you for getting me through one of my toughest works yet." Todd sat by his desk, pulling up some of the papers he already printed.

Neil walked up to his side, staring at the tentative manuscript- one Todd's editor has yet to even see. (Cameron was not gonna have an easy time).

"Did you want to read it?" Todd asked, instantly making Neil swoon.

"Todd, you're gonna kill me- OF COURSE I'D LOVE TO READ IT-" Neil gushed, looking at both the papers and a blushing Todd.

Neil held the loosely bound papers in his hands, then back at Todd who looked incredibly proud of himself and yet still very reserved.

Neil couldn't tell if he was looking at Todd as an author anymore by how close he was this time. Their arms were brushing against each other, the sound and smell of papers filled the room, Todd was so close.

Neil carefully places the manuscript down by the table. "Before I read it... do you mind if... If I asked you something?"

Todd blinked a couple of times before nodding. "S-sure."

"Do... Do you think it's weird that I... kissed you? I know I said I was helping you for research but... I think a part of me did it because I really liked you. And I'm not sure if it's because I really admire you for your work or if I think you were as beautiful that night as you are now."

Todd looked at him, flustered and speechless. "Y-you sure do know exactly what you want to say..."

"Yeah- I'm sorry."

"And I'm envious of that." Todd responded. Not that Neil needed another reason to gush, but Todd being envious of him is another strike for Neil's humility.

"Usually, when I write my books-- the surrealist ones, they're usually the ones so weird and detached from reality, I usually didn't need to put myself into the protagonists' shoes. But with this book, a book where it's a journey of romance and discovery, I didn't think I'd ever find the right words to describe how the character felt, let alone myself."

"So my kiss gave you existential clarity?" Neil chuckled softly.

"For a short while, yes. I'm all out of it, currently. It's been a draining past few days." Todd leaned back by his office chair.

Neil smirked at him with allurement. "I mean, I'm here. I wouldn't mind giving you a refresher."

Todd raised his eyes at him, blushing even more. "I-"

"I'm just kidding- relax. I'll only kiss you when you want me to. If you ever need anymore field research, that is. I wouldn't mind being your primary source."

Todd bit his lip, gazing upon Neil as he sat over his desk nonchalantly.

"W-what if... say, I wanted a kiss for other reasons?" Todd's voice was like a mumble.

"Excuse me?" Neil felt like he was playing the most intense game of chess with their interaction.

"Like, what if- I thought you looked really handsome right now and I wanted to kiss you, is that a good enough reason to ask for a kiss?"

Neil was enthralled by this interaction. Was it Todd being forward? Or was it his lack of sleep making him this way.

"I... Yes... That's a great reason, actually."

"So... to answer your question earlier: I didn't think it's weird that you kissed me because, right now, another kiss wouldn't seem to bad. And this time, I won't need it for a book."

Todd stood up to meet Neil at eye level, catching him by surprise.

"You're still gonna have to credit me for that book- do you know about royalties-" Neil joked before Todd planted a kiss on him.

Their second kiss was full of small bits of laughter before it turned into something more. It was no longer about Todd's lack of experience or motivation to write, nor was it Neil's admiration as a fan anymore. It was in their second kiss they realized the person they were kissing would be someone to rid them of their woes and inspire them for the rest of their lives.

Aside from that, Todd's career as an author had a new component to it, the skill to garner inspiration in the form of kisses from Neil Perry.

[parkjess]

Hi! Can I please request a lee dongmin imagine where they are best friends and y/n has love him but he doesn’t realize it and they fight. Please include lots of angst but a happy ending pleaseeee. Thank youuu so much!!

Thank you for requesting!🥰

(Min is a nickname for Dongmin🙃)

Days gone by/ Lee Dongmin (cha eunwoo)

It’s been days since you slept well, yet you can’t even blame him, only yourself.

You’ve been running from one press conference to another one, ending every day at the shooting set with your best friend, Dongmin, who works hard with even less hours of sleep than you get. He didn’t ask you to come, but you’ve been there because it’s important to you to support him all the way.

“Aren’t you tired y/n? It’s getting late. Should I get you an Uber?” He fixes your hair that got messy long time ago, you hold tightly onto the 5th cup of coffee today, and your heartbeats are getting out of control with every little touch of him.

-“No, it’s okay min, I’ll leave with you.” You reply and check your phone to avoid any contact with him since your eyes are half swollen from being tired and on your feet since 5am. It is 10pm now, and the director doesn’t look like he’s about to finish this shooting day soon.

“Don’t be stubborn, I can tell you’re sleepy, please don’t do it to yourself.” As much as it looked like he’s all into his career, his head was always busy about you, not showing it enough though. -“I’m not stubborn... okay I am. But I’m not even that tired. See? I’m drawing.” You show him your phone, it was bright enough to dazzle him and he covers his eyes.

“Are you kidding me?” He laughs unbelievably, “you never use the brightness this high. Y/n...” he calls your name softly at the end, pulling you to a bear hug.

“Eunwoo-ya!” The director suddenly calls his name, scaring both of you as he turns to him. -“Yes, director?” He replies politely as the older man starts to laugh. “You worked hard today, you may go home now.” Your eyes widen and you felt relieved at the director’s words, sighing.

-“it’s your lucky day.” Dongmin smiles at you and packs his things that we’re resting next to you the whole time.

Every day is my lucky day if I get to spend it with you. You thought.

You giggle and follow him to his car. The ride home was quiet, it was raining softly on the car window you stared at the whole time, almost falling asleep at the calming atmosphere.

Only his soft voice ringing in your ear and the sound of raindrops in the other.

-“It’s my free day tomorrow.” He says, waking you up from the daydream you fell into. -“Oh, I woke you up, sorry y/n...” he says and smiles widely, back to focus on the slippery road when you glance at him.

“It is?” You asked in surprise, it was good news since you could rest well finally, but you weren’t as relieved as you thought you would be, it means you won’t see him the whole weekend, and maybe next week too since he has to go to another city.

“I’m glad for you...” you think and then say, what could you else reply with? It’s a good thing, for both of you to rest, but it’s your feelings that won’t rest all this time, and you already know it.

He smiles at you when you look at him, his eyes are still on the road as they should be, and the short conversation is over.

“Dongmin...” you say when he pulls over the car in the parking lot the closest to your place. -“Yes?” He looks at you lovely, yet friendly. “Thanks for the ride, rest well...” that all you could say, but is that’s what you wanted to say? Absolutely not.

A short smile appears on his face and you close the car door, with slow steps you walk towards your home, but it feels like you just left your real home.

Days gone by, and you haven’t heard of him since that tiring day.

“It’s been a while Min, let’s meet at the café.” You decide to text him and be the first who contact, it feels empty without him near, his voice his missing in your ears. Not even an emoji from him, only seen is shown.

Arriving at the café, you search for Dongmin with your eyes, without moving your body a lot, you take a seat at the nearest table. After couple of minutes waiting, the familiar smell of his clothes approached. “Hey... Dongmin-Ah, how have you been?” You stand up to greet him and ask with a smile, that one that appears every time you see him.

-“it’s been good, I met someone...” he says and sips on the coffee he brought along, taking a seat. Your heart skipped a bit and your face forgot that sweet smile as you heard his words. “Oh, what do you mean ‘met someone’? Like...” you try to understand if you got it right and his shining smile already approves what his words haven’t.

-“We’ve been dating since then...” he talks about the day he haven’t seen you since.

“I hope she treats you well, take care Dongmin.” You say and get up of your seat, grabbing your bag. -“Wait, y/n where are you going?” You start to walk slowly towards the door and he’s quick to follow you. -“I thought you wanted to catch up? What is wrong with you- y/n, stop!” He grabs you by the wrist as you start to walk faster, not noticing the car that was driving fast towards your direction, the weather gets colder and everything seems white as if it was snowing.

You turn around to him, feeling like the main character in one of the dramas he plays in, tears streaming down your face automatically, and your blood is boiling inside, heart racing.

-“He could’ve hit you! What the hell are you doing?!” He raised his voice at you, for the first time in his life since you know each other.

“I don’t care! Let go of my hand.” You shout back and people around seem to be staring at both of you.

“Leave me alone. Please...” you start to cry harder and he pulls you into a hug, your hands naturally grab his coat but you try your best to pull away.

-“I won’t until you tell me what is going on.” He says, you could barely hear him behind your back and due to your sobs, but you managed to. “I...” your sobs won’t let you even speak properly and you try your best to fight it back. “I have feelings for you Dongmin-Ah. That is what’s going on.” You pull away from his warm embrace and look him in the eyes although your vision is blurred.

He opened his mouth to speak up but said nothing and lead you to his car, holding your back the whole time until you get in.

-“Y/n... I- I didn’t know that...” he sits in the drivers seat, takes your hand into his and holds it tightly, you try to look away to hide your tears.

“Forget it, can you drive me home?” You pull your arm to yourself to loosen his grip on your wrist and look away towards the window which is getting covered in white slowly as the snow falls softly on it.

-“No. I can’t. I’m not starting the car until you talk to me.” He’s stating. You turn your head to him and see he’s waiting for you to speak up, but you already had enough of this day, and it only started. “Fine. Goodbye.” You open the car door and get out of it, not minding the cold weather hitting you at once and brushing away your hair.

Your tears stopped streaming but they choke you inside, you are getting panicked and searching for your phone in the pockets of your coat, realizing you probably left it in his car.

“Fuck it...” you curse under your cold breath, taking a deep one and decide to go back to his car, but a tall figure bumps into you as you turn around, he grabs you by your shoulders to keep you steady. -“You forgot your phone...” you look up to meet your favorite pair of eyes of his, the one who just got your heart broken.

-“Can you please look at me again and not look away everytime you do?” He says after you take your phone from his hands, it’s freezing cold, but his hands are warm. “And do what? You want me to get hurt again?” You attack him with the only words you had in mind, trying to hold back the tears.

-“Look! Just read this.” He puts his phone infront of you, it shows a chat with someone unfamiliar to you, and few messages from the last couple of minutes.

“What is it, min?” You ask him, reading carefully every single words it says. -“She broke up with me. She saw me with you earlier and said she saw how you looked at me, thinking I’m cheating on her with you.”

“And you came here to blame me for your girlfriend breaking up with you?” You lift an eyebrow, your nose is freezing and you try to breathe normally. -“I came to tell you I like the way she thought were dating, and that I felt free when she sent me those messages.” At this point his voice is softened to the sweetest tone, comforting your broken heart.

-“Can you please come back to my car? Your nose is red already...” he asked and led you to the car again, this time you knew you won’t run away.

“So... what are you saying?” You ask him, sitting comfortably.

-“I thought about it... and it wasn’t the worst idea taking you on a date, I mean, a real date.” He stuttered, yet confident. “The worst huh?” You smile and tease him, it feels different, but it’s the same comforting feeling he gives you everytime.

-“So, would you go on a date with me?” He asks, starting the car.

“I thought it was clear...” you laugh. “All these tears made me hungry, let’s go to eat something.” You came back to yourself, laughing at how he could make you feel better, or should you thank the one he dated until 10 minutes ago?

[haru-luo]

[Translation] Gavin’s Mini House Exclusive memories Lv. 40~ <You Fill My Starry Sky>

!Spoiler warning! : The followings contain contents for stories of Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice/Love and Producer that are ALREADY released in Global server. If you do not wish to be spoiled then please refrain from going undercut.

Just a note~ : This exclusive memories is already available in Eng Server but you see, my fondness level is just 10 (ಥ_ಥ) in mlqc {I check in mini house like twice a month-} so curiosity got the best of me and went to translate this last level-40 story. I might even release Kiro’s one later, I went on a full translation marathon because I was unusually free today. Skip this if you would rather see the story for yourself or just click “keep reading” if you don’t know what “waiting” means, like me.

The translation is undercut. You have been warned about spoilers.

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If you see any “---” sign then it simply indicates change of scenes in the place.

{You fill my starry sky}

Preview : “At that moment, his embrace was the only thing I could rely on, expelling all my coldness and anxiety..."

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The first crescent moon hung in the dark ink-like night sky and star-studding with cool breeze.

Gavin and I were sitting on the balcony with two astronomical telescopes in front of us.

Gavin : "Now turn the screw on the finder mirror to adjust the distance."

I carefully turned the screw on the finderscope for the fifth time but my vision was still blurred.

I looked up from behind the telescope to see Gavin beside me and shook my head discouragingly. 

MC : "It still doesn't work."

Gavin : "Let me."

As soon as the voice fell, Gavin had already stood behind me. He leaned down and opened his arms, embraced me and helped me set up the telescope.

He looked at the sky and the space from the telescope earnestly and the moonlight passed over his profile, leaving a string of starlight on his lower collar.

I couldn't see his expression but I felt warmth radiating from him.

After a while, he moved away from behind the telescope. But before he could speak, both of us were a little stunned.

I realized how close we were, so close that I could clearly feel his breathing and could hear the beating of his heart.

Gavin : "Ahem, it's fine now. Give it a try."

I hurriedly turned to the telescope, trying to bury my flushed face behind the lens like a small bird.

Gavin : "Can you see it now?"

MC : "Y-yeah. I can see it now..."

After a dazzling white light, a slightly turbulent lunar crate slowly emerged.

The mottled surface is like being dotted with light scattered sporadically. Occasionally like lights, occasionally like stars.

MC : "It's so beautiful..."

Gavin : "When I saw it for the first time, I was stunned too."

He looked into the distance, his eyes were clear and bright without any impurities. As if they were the stars falling from the sky.

MC : "I've only seen it in the pictures until now so, I didn't expect that seeing through a telescope with my own eyes would create such a different mood."

Gavin : "Seeing it with your own eyes is indeed different than hearing a retelling by someone else."

MC : "Can we watch the starry sky together often in the future too?"

Gavin : "Sure. But--"

He turned his head from looking at the starry sky and stretched out his hand to me.

Gavin : "It's been a long time since we walked in the starry sky. Do you want to go now?"

I hadn't reacted yet but my hand accidentally touched the palm of his outstretched hand towards me.

The next second, he hugged me and flew out of the small balcony.

The night breeze brushed my ears, bringing a bit of coolness. Gavin's embrace was warm and powerful and the temperature that belonged to him spread to my whole body expelling all the cold.

Surrounded by countless of stars and condensed into a dazzling sea of stars, it seemed to be more onerous than any gorgeous love in the world. ----- The next day.

Today, we are going to record the show. It was originally scheduled to be finished at 6pm but due to the continuous problems of the recording site, the recording was not finished until 10pm.

When I looked at my phone's lock screen, I realized that it was half past eleven already.

MC : "Oh no! Gavin must be very worried!"

I quickly tried to unlock the phone, only to find that the phone's battery was dead.

I hurriedly packed my things, intending to rush back as quickly as possible.

Gavin : "Slow down. Don't worry."

MC : "Gavin?"

Gavin stood in front of my eyes, bent down and sorted out my messy things one by one. He picked up my backpack in one hand and held my hand in the other.

He glanced at me twice, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes as if he wanted to say something but stopped again, just holding my hand tightly.

Gavin : "Let's go." ----- The street lights are dim and only my figure and Gavin's are stretched out and reflected on the street.

The night breeze was cold but his hands were warm.

MC : "Why....are you here?"

Gavin : "You were too late in coming home and the phone didn't get through."

MC : "Sorry, the shooting progress was a bit slow today. How long have you been waiting?"

Gavin : "It wasn't that long."

I raised my eyes to look at his calm face, my heart stagnated and distressed emotions overflowed.

MC : "Will you instead wait for me at home from next time?"

Gavin : "No, I'm worried about you."

Gavin : "Your face doesn't look so well and your hands are very hot."

MC : "Ah? Is it? May-Maybe it's because I stayed for too long inside, the air feels a bit stiff."

My voice getting smaller and smaller, almost inaudible.

I did feel uncomfortable when I woke up in the morning but Gavin was absent. I couldn't find the medicine box even after searching for a while so, I thought about buying it on my way to work but I still forgot anyways...

Another night breeze blew and my body was trembling with slightest coldness. Gavin frowned and took off his coat to wrap me in it. He held me in his arms and comforted me.

Gavin : "We're almost home." ----- The following night, I had a high fever just as I predicted.

Probably because of my fever, my entire mind was in chaos and my body felt too heavy to move.

In a daze, Gavin fed me the medicine and kept changing the towels that quickly became hot.

I couldn't even open my eyes, I could only feel his panicking figure walking back and forth.

Perhaps, when you're sick, one becomes particularly vulnerable so even if you're very embarrassed, you can't help but hope that your most important person can be by your side.

After Gavin changed the towel again, I searched his hand vigorously like a last straw, preventing him from leaving even a step.

He reached out and touched my face with a gentle expression.

Gavin : "I'll change the water in the basin and be back soon."

I refused to let go. I wanted to open my mouth to say something but found that my throat seemed to be blocked by a foreign body. There was pain but I couldn't make a sound so, I just grabbed him tightly.

Gavin : "Okay, I'm not leaving."

Maybe he felt my persistence, he took my hand into his palm, leaned on the bedside and hugged me into his arms.

The familiar breath came to my face but maybe it was because of the fever, I felt that he had a hint of coolness at this moment.

Gavin : "Sorry, I didn't take care of you properly."

Gavin : "I shouldn't have taken you to fly in the night sky last night. I should've prepared medicine for you today."

He stroked my head apologetically and dropped a deep kiss on the top of my hair.

Gavin : [*kiss*(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄]  "I won't do it again."

I searched for him more closely, an inexplicable emotion gushed from the bottom of my heart to the corner of my eyes and I couldn't stop it.

I desperately squeezed those words out of my vocal chords, slightly hoarse but hoped it to be conveyed clearly.

MC : "You are my medicine."

As long as you are by my side, I'm not afraid of any illnesses and injuries.

I don't know if Gavin heard it but the arms holding me tightened again.

I just leaned onto his arms and fell asleep.

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Exclusive Memories-5 collected~

[yowlthinks]

As Epistolary Novels Go

**1 May 2020**

Crowley hang up and stared at his phone. Did Aziraphale just call him up to check that he was making mischief and then imply the invitation to his bookshop? Yes, yes, he did, the fluffy bastard was at his game again: suggesting an idea and then waiting for Crowley to pick up on it, making it all seem as if Aziraphale had nothing to do with it. Well, this time Crowley was having none of it, he was either getting a direct invitation to come over, or having a good long sleep at his place. As disappointing as the conversation turned out to be, Aziraphale (who called first, mind you!) would come round eventually, and a good long nap never harmed nobody.

Crowley aimlessly wandered around his apartment, watered the plants, imprinting on them how a two month stretch without watering and supervision was NOT an excuse for a lowered performance, and finally settled in bed. He figured he'd play a bit on his phone and call it a night.

At 10pm precisely a cup of hot cocoa and a plate of biscuits materialised on his nightstand with a soft pop. A note in Aziraphale's neat handwriting landed beside them:

«Good night, Crowley.

Sleep well and dream of whatever you like best.

Yours,

Aziraphale

P.S.: Perhaps we could go for that picnic when you wake up?»

- Hah! A peace offering then. You insufferable bastard… Whatever I like best indeed…

Crowley finished the cocoa and nibbled on the biscuits, they were in fact very good. Finally, he set the alarm clock for the 1st of July, 12pm precisely, and settled against the pillows. As he closed his eyes one big red apple and a note in squiggly handwriting landed on Aziraphale's desk.

«Eat some fruit Angel, it's good for you. Goes well in picnic baskets too.

X

Crowley»

**1 July 2020**

Crowley always liked a good nap, not only because it offered a chance to switch off from the busy reality, but also because of how nice it felt to fall asleep and especially to wake up. His alarm clock, knowning what's best for itself started gently vibrating. It figured a while ago that sound was not actually the best way to wake Crowley up, but vibrations appealed to his snake part and did a good job in ensuring a pleasant awakening. Crowley switched it off and started stretching his limbs one by one. Important things, limbs, very useful, shouldn't forget to activate all of them… as he turned his head towards the nightstand to give his neck a good stretch too, a neat pile of letters came into view. They were definitely not there when he fell asleep two months ago.

Crowley set up against the headboard and gingerly picked up the topmost letter: expensive stationery, neat handwriting and an elaborate seal on green wax all pointed to the only person who could have sent this (not that pointers were needed, Aziraphale was pretty much the only one who sent him letters). He opened the envelope and read the note:

~5 May 2020~

My dear Crowley,

While you sleep, I thought I might write to you from time to time to compensate for the lack of conversation. I hope you do not mind these notes and have had a very resting sleep by the time you read this.

Yours,

Aziraphale.

~

Crowley looked at the pile of envelopes and had a distinct feeling that he was about to read what is called an 'epistolary novel'. He knew Aziraphale was partial to this type of fiction, despite him actively denying the said fact (Crowley found the angel's secret book stash in that particular genre ages ago and noticed how especially well-used their spines were, and how well-stocked that section of the bookshop always seemed.) It was clear Aziraphale decided to ceise the oportunity to produce one of his own. He piled a couple more pillows behind himself and set out to read the notes.

~8 May 2020~

Hello Crowley,

You must be deep asleep already, while I find myself wondering how your plants are doing and how they will survive your nap. You did not mention neededing help watering them, so I presume you made other arrangements. For the record, on future occasions I would be delighted to take care of them at any time.

Yours,

Aziraphale

~

~15 May 2020~

Hello my dear boy,

Yet another week of self-isolation has gone by. I have switched to baking savoury now. This week I have finally mastered that old Quiche recipe! You remember we had quiche in that lovely cafe in Lille back in 1815 and you persuaded them to share the recipe with me? It came out really well, I will make it again when you wake up, so you can try it and give me your honest opinion. Otherwise, not much news on my side, just progressing along my reading list, you know how it is.

Yours,

Aziraphale

~

~22 May 2020~

Hello Crowley,

It is yet again a Friday evening and I find myself a little out of sorts. Perhaps, the lockdown is starting to get to me after all. I have not seen a human up close since that incident with burglars and I must admit I miss the conversation. Not with the burglars, you understand, not even with humans in general (I would be lying if I said I miss the customers), I miss cinversation with you, most specifically.

I do not think I ever said this to you before, not outright anyway, but I do enjoy your company, very much. I did not realise how very lucky I have been these past years, seeing you as often as I did and having a chance to dine and drink together whenever we wished, even despite the usual precautions.

I am very much looking forward to our picknick when you wake up.

Missing you,

Aziraphale

~

~29 May 2020~

My dear Crowley,

It is almost June, and I must say that I am glad for it, it seems that things are getting a little better in terms of the pandemic, but not really better in terms of how things are overall. We have seen protests, wars and revolutions, so it is nothing new, but it does not make it any easier to witness, does it?

It looks like yet another string has finally snapped. I do hope this is a start of a change for the better, but I am glad you are sleeping through this bit of it. I know how you dislike violence. I am saving notes of some good-natured chaos around the world for you, though, so that you can enjoy reading them when you wake up.

I so wish we could discuss all this in person, I hope we can do so soon.

Yours,

Aziraphale

~

~5 June 2020~

My dear Crowley,

Yet another week has passed I have heard in the news today they are discussing relaxing the rules a bit, forming 'social bubbles' as they call it. A 'social bubble' is several small households closely connected by social bonds, the idea is to allow people to meet up with close friends, especially if they live alone, for mutual suport and mental health reasons.

I think it is safe to say you are truly the only person in my social bubble. Is it not silly, how it took a major pandemic event for me to be able to say this out loud, or as it were, in writing? Yet again, I find that I have to apologise to you for being so slow to acknowledge this, I should have really been braver…

Oh look at this, me getting all silly, you will probably read this and be annoyed at how sappy my writing got. Apologies for this, dear boy, I promise I will be better in person: in expressing myself and also in making it clear how important your friendship is to me.

Missing you something terrible and starting to plan for our picknick,

Yours,

Aziraphale.

~

~12 June 2020~

My dear Crowley,

Another week, another letter to you. I have kept myself busy re-ordering the additions that Adam made and even reading through a few of them. I must admit, some are very gripping and I am grateful for him adding them to my collection. As you know, they are all first editions, so a good investment for the future, I am sure.

This made me think of how events and people in our lives curate what happens to is, what we come across and notice. I habe now ckme to the cinclusion that I should finally show you a little secret stash of books I kept for a special reason, I expect you'd be both amused and exasperated by my choices and my reasons for making them. I can't wait to see your reaction to it!

It is almost the middle of June, not long to wait now!

Yours,

Aziraphale

~

~21/22 June 2020~

My dearest Crowley,

The solstice came and went, so I have spent the longest day of the year reading and thinking of what we should do next year, circumstances permitting, on that day. You know, I realised I quite fancy joining in the crowd and spending the night among those ancient stones. Ancient relics like us belong together. We might even do the old silly abandoning of the shape and sizes, go really small and sit on top of one of those arches…

Oh, I should let you know that your absence is not doing me good: drinking alone is not fun, yet today I couldn't help it. It is such a nice evening and it has been such a long day, and I thought if I don't have you here to share ot with me, I moght drink and write this and it would be as if we are sharing a bottle or two (or five? Or is it seven now?) and talking.

So yes, where was I? Ah, Stonehenge… Imagine sunset, sitting on top of one of those stone arches, perhaps we come on the day just after the Summer Solstice, or just on any other day when it is deserted and have it all to ourselves. When was the last time we watched the sunset? It must have been just after that fateful, frightening day of Apocawasn't as you call it. This would not do, we should have another go at watching the sunset together. Let our wings out, pour some wine… The sun would go down and paint everything red and orange, like your hair! And the orange will catch in your wings too (and they are beautiful, your wings, they truly are!). And maybe mine will go a bit orange-pink too, the sunset will colour us together.

This is the wine-talking, I know, but I believe I am allowed to be sappy sometimes. I am an angel, after all, I am made to love! You know what, in fact I think it is wrong for angels to claim they are the only beings made to love. Everyone is made to love, otherwise they would not be capable of that feeling. Love is not a task, or a chore, it is a choice! So does that mean that when you gave humans free will, you also enabled them to choose love? Oh, I can see your eyebrows raising when you read this, but fear not, once you are awake again, we will get throuoghly inebriated together and discuss it properly! That's our next profound discussion topic (oh, how I miss our profound discussions!)

The other day I did something that I feel would make you proud. I was thinking of all those times you brought chaos to the world, and about what we did with the arrangement, and what you might do had you been awake now. And I thought, well, why don't I do something? You know, I have always been in awe of how imaginative your plans are. You know,the bigger ones, the really inspired ones with a proper vision. Remember how you rehearsed the M25 presentation with me? It was impressive, and you were so proud of it, I did not have the heart to thwart you, you old snake! And how you helped me with that blasted millenial assignement – they still hail Wikipedia as one of the greatest achievements (which it is)! So yes I might have sent some divine inspiration to some activists, but because I was thinking of you (when am I not thinking of you?) it turned out to be one of the most beautiful chaos disruptions of wrongness in the world I have ever seen! I mean, of course it was all done by humans, but I am terribly proud of what my littke nudge achieved. I have saved the news clippings in my word file and will show you once you wake up!

Do you know how often I look at the calendar these days? I am almost tempted to cross out the remaining days till July. And you did not even say when in July you are planning to wake up. Far be it from me to disturb you, I have brought you enough pain and inconvenience as it is, but I just hope it will be soon. The humans are on to something with all this 'social bubble' talk, and without you I have no bubble. It is lonely, Crowley, and this loneliness is starting to suffocate me.

Please wake up soon.

Please?

I miss you so much.

Forever yours, if you'll have me,

X

Aziraphale

~~

Crowley reread the letter twice. He even pinched himself to see of he was still dreaming, but no, the letter was real, and the text in it was real, all be it awkwardly slanted and smudged in places, especially towards the end.

Just three more letters remained on his night stand. He'd better finish reading them and fast.

~~

~23 June 2020~

Dear Crowley,

Please forgive my drunken ramblings in the last letter. I even tried to retrieve it back, but it refused to leave your nightstand.

I do not regret saying the things I said in that letter, I only wish I could say some of them to your face first. You deserve so much better then a drunken letter.

So let me at least tell you, in sober mind:

I MISS YOU

I WAS WRONG TO TURN DOWN YOUR SUGGESTON TO COME OVER

And that I am indeed forever yours.

Please wake up soon,

Aziraphale

~

~26 June 2020~

My dearest Crowley,

Just five more days and it will be July.

I promised myself to not drink anything stronger then cocoa since the last incident, but I have indeed started preparing our little picknick basket: some white wine, apples, and pears and some other things…

Yours,

Aziraphale

~

~30 June 2020~

My dearest Crowley,

I am writing this as the month of June is coming to an end. It went both fast and too slow (does that even make sense?!), and I am hoping that you wake up soon.

Please call me when you do. Or just come over.

Slither over to watch me eat cake,

Come and share my wine with me (or bring yours, whatever you want).

YOU ARE ALWAYS WELCOME, my door is never closed for you (it has not been for centuries, and it will never be, I promise you that.)

Please wake up, I miss you so much.

Yours,

Aziraphale

~~~

- Hello Angel, how have you been? – Crowley swaggered into the bookshop not bothering to hide his smile.

Whirlwind of tartan and white feathers enveloped him, and Crowley found himslef in a tight hug.

- Hello, you old romantic.

- Hello, my dear.

- Loved your letters, but I am never going to publish them. Not even under a pen name, they are mine and mine alone.

- What..?

- You'll have me, though, forever and ever. How's that for an exchange?

- Sounds fair to me. Now, shall I show you my news clippings? I think you'd rather like them.

[babykpopsweets]

Barely Surviving

Requested: Good you do an angst/fluff imagine for Kim Junkyu from YGTB , where his S/O and him aren't on speaking terms and it's eating him alive?? It's okay if you can't/ don't want to ❤.

A/N: I love Junkyu and I’ll try my best with this. This unedited because I’m trying to be as fast as possible with these requests. The next story is San from Ateez f l u f f, which I am done mostly just need to finish the ending. Then finally, the exo pt. 2 reaction and maybe nct bet reaction. OkAy let’s get into it wOo!

~

It had been two days since you and Junkyu last spoke. That’s how you expected it to be, if you were being honest. The last time you conversed with each other, Junkyu visibly expressed his jealously when you hung out with one of the other YG male trainees. At first, you thought he was playing and started laughing slightly. Your reaction made Junkyu even more angry because he knew you weren’t taking him seriously. 

At some point, it came to your realization that he wasn’t. He was actually mad at you. Junkyu getting extremely jealous was nothing new, to say the least. You’d just let him express his anger and release it this time. Hearing all his words about how the relationship wouldn’t last because of these situations tore you apart. An idea emerged in your mind, not one you wanted to act upon but rather one that needed to happen. You broke up with him. Simply stated, you told him that clearly you both needed some time to yourselves. Some time to rethink what you wanted. Some time to figure out who you both really were. Some time to just take a breath and relax. 

The sound of it terrified you as this could be the last time you two talk to each other. Of course, in the heat of the moment, Junkyu quickly agreed. Originally, it hurt how fast he answered you and how sure he was about it. But, you realized everything that was happening at that moment was for one reason or another. You hated the fact this could be the end of you two because you loved him and it would be a struggle to forget him. 

~

After practice, Junkyu’s members began noticing his change in demeanor. Usually, Junkyu would crack jokes and talk energetically to them after practice. Today was different, completely different. Junkyu sat on the cold floor of the practice room as the members laughed with each other. He just stared blankly at the ceiling, clearing in deep thought about something they don’t know of.

“Junkyu, you okay?” Yedam asked as he sat next to him on the ground. 

“yeah, I guess so. I just think I messed up.” Junkyu let out a heavy sigh as his thoughts trailed off once again. 

“Well, what did you do? I’m sure you can fix it.” Hyunsuk claimed as he took another sip of his water.

“Y/N and I broke up...” Junkyu’s voice was so low it was almost inaudible. 

Everyone in the room gasped. You and Junkyu had been dating for as long as they can remember. Of course, that’s an exaggeration but they always though you two were going to love each other forever. The sudden break up shocked them to say the least. 

“Seriously?! What happened?” Hyunsuk joined Yedam on the ground next tp Junkyu. 

“It’s my fault. I made it seem like I didn’t trust Y/N when I got jealous. We got into a fight because of it. Then she suggested we “take a break” to get some fresh air and I agreed. I A G R E E D! Even though I didn’t want to and we haven’t spoke for two days.” 

“Ah, so that’s why you haven’t been eating well these past two days?” Hyunsuk questions and the other members added on.

“And why you locked yourself in the room?”

“And why you cried out of nowhere yesterday?”

“And ignored us when we asked about Y/N”

“And refused to watch anything even slightly romantic?”

“Okay! I get. Yes, this is the reason why I’ve been acting “weird” lately. And it’s eating me up alive to say the least.” Junkyu sat up from his laying position and looked at the concerned looks around the room. 

“Then why are you with us right now?” Yedam questioned slightly laughing at the older boy.

“What do you mean?” 

“G O T O Y / N, D U M B D U M B.” Jeongwoo shouted.

It finally hit Junkyu then. He loves you too too much to have you leave him like that. He needs you in his life because you are the one for him; he must learn to be able to trust you if believes that to be true. Immediately, he said goodbye and ran out the practice room, leaving the boys smiling rooting for their favorite koala. 

~

You looked through your phone. Reminiscing the old memories you and Junkyu shared. The good ones, the fun ones, the weird ones, and even the bad ones. It may not seem reasonable to some but to you, the bad ones brought you two closer together. That you must thank them for. The last bad one didn’t do that at all and you were well aware of that. 

Maybe it was for the best? You’d think to yourself and bad thoughts followed one after the other about your unfortunate situation. 

Suddenly, you heard a loud knock on the door. The sound of it terrified you, especially because it was 10pm and no sane person would come around at this time. You stared at the door in fear, arguing with your conscious on whether or not you should open it. 

“Y/N, it’s me. Junkyu. I know you’re probably still mad at me and I understand. Just please let me in.” 

Your heart began racing at the mere thought of that of him. Slowly, you walked to the door and opened it. The moment your eyes met his, you felt the rest of the world just go away. You were about to tell him something, but he pulled you into his arms before you could say a word. 

“Y/N, I love you so much. I don’t want a break. I don’t want to break up. I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want you to feel as if I don’t trust you. I don’t want-” 

“Okay Junkyu! I get it. I’m glad you finally came around. I’m sorry if I put you through any pain.”

“So, does this mean you’re mine again?”

“Junkyu there is no again...”

“oh...”

“There’s no again because I was always yours, even on a break. My heart always yearned for you.”

“HEY, you scared me. And that’s my job. Y’know to say cheesy things to express love. sToP cOpYiNg Me.”

“Alright alright. Junkyu, I love you so much you don’t understand.”

“I do understand because I love you more.”

[dayanaaldg]

woes from work

My father recently asked me how I was doing. I said, “Okay lang”. How else could I have answered it?

He replied and said with conviction that if I was having a hard time balancing work and grad school, I can give up my job. It was supposed to make me feel better. I know he said it because it was unusual for me to wake up at 5AM to begin with my work so I can go out with them while they are in Manila.

He might have also said it because of my overall aura, my eye bags, and sometimes my mood. So you see, working from home sounds like the heaven that it is: you can avoid the life-threatening Manila traffic, create your own work schedules, go out with friends almost anytime, and work even from a thousand miles away.

Yet, even heaven has its walls and gates. Working from home (WFH) has its own serious disadvantages. If you have anxiety like me, it might not play too well for you as well. I can enumerate some risks:

1. WFH is not a traditional job format. It is a “millennial” compromise and response to the ever-changing demands of several industries. It would be hard to explain to your Auntie, older cousins, and even other relatives what you do. Even peers of the same age who are not entirely familiar with it may mistake it as a simple “raket”. Others would just nod but to their mind they may be thinking, “Ah, freelancer siya”. Thing is, the descriptions of free-lancing and engaging in ‘rakets’ does not really do justice to what WFH means. To my mind, WFH is an umbrella term. So when you WFH, you can be working for an organization, freelancing, doing additional ‘rakets’, or everything. So as someone who is more detail-oriented and makes the effort to understand things, it can sometimes be tiring to hear even the most meager comment on the job. Yet, it can be also really tiring and disappointing to just assume that everyone will think the way you do, and act with a heart the same as yours.

So what do I do? In times when I get asked what I do, I take a deep breath and begin with, “Ah, I write for a digital marketing startup”. On some days though, I just say, “I write blogs.” On worst days days I just say, “I write”.

2. WFH gives you freedom. I mean, a whole shit-pile of freedom. Yes, it has life-changing benefits especially when you work under a company as understanding and generous as mine (thank God, I got lucky on this one. More of that later). However, dealing with anxiety takes a great deal especially when you really don’t need to be physically somewhere to get your job done. For one, waking up is a serious challenge. Setting up a routine, is even harder. Let me tell you why.

I am not the most disciplined person, I will have to admit. I am a night owl, I wake up at noon sometimes. My brain functions best, I believe, from 10PM to 5AM max. My class schedules are no problem since they are at night. Sure, I can easily make a routine out of this. Then the rest of my responsibilities come in. On some days I attend meetings for our non-profit at 8AM, my parents ask me to go on meetings at 9AM, and establishments (govt agencies, school offices) are open and better-serving on early times. This may sound like an easy problem but it is not especially when my body has already adapted to how I do my work. I am on the process of setting a routine, though. And recently I have been consistenly waking up at 4AM, then sleeping again by 10AM. I wake up by 2PM to prep for my classes, then go to sleep by 1AM. It’s not the best but it works for my work and breakdown schedules.

3. WFH also gives you the freedom to really push your deadlines even beyond their deadliest deadlines. Yeah, this is where my problem lies. Since undergrad I have submitted outputs in time. It was during the first half of 2018, my last semester in university, when I noticed by inconsiderable passion for finishing my work, or my lack thereof.

I remember not having enough drive to finish my thesis. I think it cost me the ‘best thesis’ award hahahahahahaha. My Professor said so, anyway, just in case you didn’t know. Moving forward, I identified myself as burn out. One who just fleets with the wind, letting days go by and not really minding if she will be wiped from the face of the world (permanently) today. Days were no longer counted by hours, they were only two parts of the day: morning and night. I sleep in the morning, I work at night. I think a lot during the in-betweens.

You see, as a 22-year-old, I may have had a lot on my plate. My hormones and emotions which have gone wrong (I have PCOS, my pills also affect it), my classes with approximately 600 pages of readings weekly, my job with at least 6,000 words to be written per week, the non-profit with communications materials needed at hand, bills, plates in the sink, hair on the bathroom floor, cockroaches in dark corners, my thoughts in dark corners, the heavy Manila traffic, my parents, oh my beloved parents. On top of all these is the cherry on top, the irrational fear of never being enough.

Hope it did not sound that bad, I think they aren’t. I have stopped accepting other tasks offered to me. I started accepting the fact that I could no longer do it all. It makes me sad that the same tasks I did not have to worry about when I was in college actually and vividly worries me now. I tell myself to be patient with me. So far I am succeeding, but for how long?

4. WFH means constantly working on yourself, at your own pace. So, my father’s offer still stands. I know I’ll take it when I pursue law, but not now. I actually like what I’m doing. I guess, if not for my anxiety, the feeling of being burnt out and not being good enough, I would be doing so much more. A person has limits though, and I guess this really is mine. It took me months to accept this. Maybe because in UP, we were taught that we could be anything we wanted to be, in honor and excellence. I strongly believed this. I still do. But maybe it is indeed true that honor also means honoring your own thoughts and your efforts.

Even when it is a painful thing to admit, yes, I should admit that you are enough. It is painful not because I aim to dwell on the negatives, but because I even had to doubt and reaffirm myself for so many times.

I am currently struggling with my backlogs. I have so many. brb

[sampaii-ca]

Hunger (Klance fic)

Have you ever been so in love with a character it makes you cry?  Ya well that's Keith for me lol happy birthday you funky little Galra and beautiful knife boy!

Today's prompt was birthday...duh.

*** Lance couldn’t take his eyes off of the stage in front of him.  He never in his wildest dreams would have thought he’d be graced by the spectacle that is unveiling in front of him at the moment.

The date is October 23rd.

Time: a few minutes past 10pm.

Place: Balmera Cove aka a dive bar with a karaoke machine.

Said machine is part of the cause of Lance’s entertainment at the moment.  His husband is currently on stage belting out the lyrics to “My Heart Will Go On”.  Lance has the biggest grin on his face as he records Keith trying with all his might to hit those impossibly high notes.  It comes out sounding more like a dying cat than anything resembling a note Celine carries, but Lance loves it and can’t stop staring at the beautiful, and very tipsy, man singing on stage.

The gang all came out tonight to celebrate Keith’s 30th birthday, Balmera Cove was a local dive that they frequented often when they could all go grab a drink and catch up.  Since they were known as regulars, the bar let them decorate for Keith’s birthday.  Pidge had the bright idea to post “Over the Hill” tombstone posters everywhere to make fun of Keith’s ripe old age of 30.  Lance wanted to make something more sentimental so he went and visited Keith’s mom to collect a bunch of childhood photos to make a collage, which now hangs above the booth the gang has claimed as their own.  Lance couldn’t stop cooing at every photo he looked at and had a hard time picking his favorites.  The one where Keith was 5 and had on a superman cape, just his underwear and the biggest smile was probably his absolute favorite though and he decided to put it smack dab in the middle of the collage for everyone to see.  Keith turned bright red when he saw the damn thing and Lance took pride in the fact that he could still fluster Keith even after years of being married.

Now back on stage, Keith finished up his song and hopped off.  He strode towards Lance and stumbled a little bit into his open arms.

“Hi babe.”  Lance chuckled into the top of Keith’s head.

Keith looked up with a lazy smile and hazy eyes, “Hi….Lance…”  He poked Lance in the chest, “My Lance.”  Then he pecked Lance on the lips.  “Did you like my song?”

Lance felt a little starstruck at the gorgeous creature in his arms, even if his breath smelled like tequila and he was sweating a little.  It took him a moment to realize Keith had asked him a question.

“Of course babe!  You were great!  I knew you could do karaoke.”

Keith snorted and gave Lance an incredulous glance, “O please, I know I’m terrible.  The only reason I got up there was because of the 2 shots of tequila Pidge bought for me.  Nothing like a little liquid courage to help me.”  He chuckled and took Lance’s hand.  “Come ooooon.  We’re up next!”

“Wait..we?”  Lance followed Keith to the side of the stage as he dragged him along.

“Well duh!  We need to do a duet!”

“What are we singing?”

Keith smirked up at Lance and Lance felt a little thrill run through him, he knew that smirk.  It was the one Keith wore when he wanted to cause trouble.  It usually resulted in Lance embarrassing the hell out of himself or had him and Keith running away to sneak off to be alone.  Seeing as he and Keith were walking up on stage right now, looks like the former was most likely to occur.

“Babe, what song are we singing?”  Lance asked again as Keith handed him a microphone.

“You’ll know it when it starts.”  Keith winked at him and pressed play on the machine.

The beat started up and Lance immediately recognized it.

“Yooooooo..I tell you what I want!  What I really really want!”  Keith sang.

“So tell me what you want, what you really, really want!”  Lance parried back.

“I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want!”

“So tell me what you want, what you really, really want!”

“I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha)

I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazig ah!”  Lance gave a little hip shimmy as he sang.

They continued their duet while also trying to dance with each other which resulted in them missing a few verses.  But neither one of them cared.  Their smiles were only directed at each other and Lance couldn’t help but be reminded at how lucky he was to have Keith by his side.  His perfect duet and life partner.

***

A few drinks later and now past midnight, Lance was having a very intense, drunken, conversation (more like argument) with Pidge on whether or not a hot dog is classified as a sandwich.

“Pidge,” Lance slurred a little and pointed at Pidge.  She looked right at his finger and it resulted in her going a little cross eyed, which ended up looking way funnier than it should have because it was amplified by her glasses.  “Look, a sandwich is defined as: a food typically consisting of vegetables, sliced cheese or meat, placed on or between slices of bread,  more generally any dish wherein two or more pieces of bread serve as a container or a wrapper.  According to Wikipedia.  So a hot dog is the meat and the bun is bread, the hog dog sits in the middle of the bread.  So it is a SANDWICH!”

Pidge scoffed and crossed her arms.  “Lance, when you order a hot dog do you say ‘I want a hot dog sandwich?’  No!  You say I want a hot dog!  Just hot dog!  It’s in it’s own category!”

“It’s still meat in bread!  A sandwich!”

“No it’s not!  It’s just a hot dog!”  Pidge stood up and leaned into Lance’s space and flicked him on the forehead. “HOT DOG.”

Lance was about to retaliate when Keith plopped down next to him with a round of fresh beers for them.

“What are we talking about?”  He asked taking a sip from his beer.

“Lance here thinks a hot dog is a sandwich.”  Pidge huffs and grabs her beer.

“Wait, what?  No it’s not. It’s just a hot dog.”  Keith turns to look at Lance and Pidge slams her fist on the table.  “HA!  I TOLD YOU!”

Lance squawks and puts his hand over his heart.  “Keith, babe, sweetie, light of my life.  A hot dog IS sandwich and I can’t believe you think otherwise!  And you’re supposed to agree with me on everything!  I am your husband!”

Keith glances up at Lance through his lashes and that damn smirk is back.  He slides his hand up Lance’s thigh under the table, stopping just short of his crotch.  He dances his fingers lightly on the inside, tapping out a slow rhythm.  He leans in, lips ghosting across Lance’s ear.  “I know what kind of ‘hot dog’ I’d like to eat later.”  His hand finally presses into the bulge in Lance’s pants.

Lance audibly gulps and a flush rushes to his cheeks.  He glances across the table to find Pidge rolling her eyes and muttering gross as she downs her drink and leaves the booth to find the others.

Keith has now taken up residence in the crook of Lance’s neck and is leaving a trail of small kisses.  Lance pushes him back so he can look at his face and Keith makes a little whining noise.

“Baaaabbbeeee.”  Lance wants to continue this but he knows him and Keith will get scolded by  Shiro if they start making out in the booth.  They may be grown men now but Shiro still acts like the dad of the group and this isn’t the first time this has happened and it probably won’t be the last.

“What?  It’s my birthday and I want to unwrap my present.”  Keith breathes across Lance’s lips and grips his crotch a little tighter for emphasis.

Lance is ashamed at the squeak that escapes him but he isn’t about to deny Keith what he wants.  Let’s face it, Lance is weak for Keith on a normal day so considering it’s his birthday, who is he to deny his husband anything.

He scooches Keith out of the booth and takes his hand.  They make their way towards the bar where the rest of the group is getting drinks.  

“Hey, so Keith is getting hungry so we’re gunna go grab something to eat.”  Lance explains, all the while Keith has his arms around his waist from behind and is buried in his neck again.  

Everyone looks at them with skeptical glances.  “O he’s definitely hungry for SOMETHING.”  Pidge looks them up and down with a smirk.  “Hungry for dick.”

“PIDGE!”

“Well she’s not wrong.”  Keith says as he nibbles on Lance’s ear.

“Keith!”  Lance squirms in his hold and waves goodbye to everyone.  “Ok, we’re out of here.  Let Rolo know we’ll be back tomorrow to take down the decorations.  Thanks guys!”  He grabs Keith’s hand and starts to walk towards the exit.  They all yell happy birthday to Keith and he glances back at the group and waves in thanks as they walk out the door.

***

Lance has been trying to get the key in the lock for the past few minutes but he’s having a hard time concentrating when Keith is plastered to his back and his hands are roaming up and down his sides.  Keith’s kisses on his neck are light and fleeting and has Lance squirming under the attention.  

He finally, FINALLY, manages to unlock the door and they stumble into their house.  Once the door closes Keith wastes no time in pushing Lance against the door and covering his mouth with his own.  Lance can taste the alcohol on Keith’s lips but his probably taste just the same.

“God you taste good.”  Keith pants into Lance’s mouth.  Keith reaches for the bottom of Lance’s shirt and attempts to take it off but Lance stops him.  Keith pulls back with a pout and gives Lance a questionable glare.

“I have a surprise for you.  Let’s go the bedroom.”  Lance pulls Keith down the hall and they slip into their room.  Their two cats Rose and Aqua lay sleeping in the corner chair.

Lance forces Keith to sit on the edge of the bed and he walks over to the ipod dock and turns on some music.  Keith’s eyes go wide as Lance slowly turns around and starts to slink towards him.  Keith has a feeling where this is going and his grin is so wide he’s surprised his face doesn’t crack in two.

Lance stops in front of Keith and plays with the bottom hem of his shirt, barely raising it to show just a sliver of skin.  All the while swaying his hips to the music.  Keith reaches out to run his fingers over Lance’s tantalizing stomach but his hand is smacked away.

“Ow, what the hell Lance.”  Keith pouts and tucks his hands in his lap.

“No touching, not until I’m done.”  Lance sing songs as he turns around slowly so his back is facing Keith.

He starts to lift the hem of his shirt up, slowly, o so slowly and Keith can see his back muscles flexing as they work to lift the shirt up over his head.  Keith is practically drooling on himself, he’s always had a thing for Lance’s back.  Ever since he first saw Lance at swim practice.  He could stare at the corded muscles and broad shoulders for hours.

Lance turns around and Keith mourns the loss of Lance’s back but disappointment is quickly washed away as Lance’s abs are on full display now.  Keith is definitely drooling now, he’s seen Lance naked at least a thousand times but every damn time it still manages to take Keith’s breath away.  He knows it’ll be like that all the way until they are old and grey.

Lance takes his shirt and pulls it taunt between his hands and shimmies towards Keith, he plops down in Keith’s lap and wraps the shirt around his neck to hang there.  Lance starts to grind his hips and runs his fingers through his own hair, shooting a coy look over at Keith.  Lance then grabs his shirt on both ends and tugs Keith’s face towards him, stopping just shy of his lips.  Keith’s eyes close expectantly but all Lance does is ghost his lips across Keith’s and stands up.  

Keith makes a whimpering sound at the loss of warmth from Lance’s body.  Again, no time to dwell on said loss because Lance is a few feet in front of him now, undoing his belt buckle.    Lance lossen’s the buckle and zips down his fly.  Keith looks like a fish, mouth hanging open, eyes wide, pupils blown out with lust as he watches Lance.  Lance loves the fact that he can make Keith look at him like that, revels in the fact that if Lance let him, Keith would have ripped his clothes off already.  Lance starts to work his pants down his legs, he turns so his backside is to Keith, wants to get Keith drooling again.  

But Lance is realizing his mistake now, he wore skinny jeans.  Jeans so skinny that it usually took him a few minutes to shimmy into the them and get them on.  He manages to get them down over his ass and he can hear Keith’s intake of breath at the sight of the booty shorts Lance has on underneath.  They are a deep shade of red, a color he knows Keith loves on him.  Lance smirks and forces his pants down to his ankles, almost off he thinks.  He realizes this next part isn’t going to be very graceful but he works his foot out of one pant leg and steps on the mess of pants on the floor to get his other foot out without having to bend over.  He almost has it done too but his foot gets caught in the tight ankle of the pants and he loses his balance.  He windmills his arms trying to regain his balance but it’s too late.  That, mixed with the alcohol in Lance’s system sends him toppling to the ground.

“Eeeppp!!”  Lance squeaks as he crashes to the floor.  

“Lance!”  Keith yelped as he watched in slow motion his adorable disaster of a husband land flat on his back.

Lance ended up starfished across their floor, staring at the ceiling with his foot still stuck in his pant leg.  Keith came into his line of vision, “Hey babe, how’s the weather down there?”  Keith snickers as he extends his hand out to help Lance up.

“O shut up.”  Lance growls.  “I was trying to be sexy!  I wanted to blow your mind with a seductive lap dance.”  He pouts as he takes Keith’s hand and is hoisted up off the floor.  Keith kneels down and puts Lance’s hands on his shoulders.  

“Lift your leg up babe.”  Lance does and Keith gently tugs off the stuck pant leg from his foot.  He tosses the pants aside and stands up so he’s face to face with Lance who is still pouting.

“Aww babe, don’t pout.”  Keith tries to console Lance but he can’t help the snicker that leaves his lips.  Lance shoots him a glare but he can tell there’s a smile starting to creep onto his face.

Keith hooks his arms around Lance’s waist and snakes his hands down his backside, kneading the firm muscle through the booty shorts.

“These are nice,” Keith snaps the waistband of the shorts.  “You know how much I love you in red.”

Lance hums in appreciation, “That’s why I bought them.”

“I liked your lap dance too.”  Keith starts to kiss up Lance’s neck.  Lance snorts, “Well it could have gone better.”

Keith nuzzles under Lance’s neck and nibbles at the soft skin.  “I’m still hungry though.”

A shiver runs through Lance as he answers, “Then let’s eat.”  He kisses Keith and whispers, “Happy Birthday love.”  And he grins as Keith picks him up and they fall onto the bed and get tangled in the sheets until the early hours of the morning.

***

They don’t make it back to the bar to clean up until late in the afternoon the next day

[petri808]

Birthday Surprise

@hakyonaweeks 8/12 Bonus Day- Past  *This is submission 1 of 2 for the bonus day*  each day there will be 2 submissions :)

(AU Story)  Today is also my birthday so I decided to use that as the inspiration for this story.  Oh and the song used in here is “All of Me” by John Legend

Tapping the notepad in her lap, ‘I should put Aunty Gi-Gan on the table with Uncle Ogi, I think they’ll get along.  Kouren, Vold, and Algira might fit there too.  Ooops, almost forgot Tao.  Okay two more…  Oh, Uncle Geun and Aunt Yun-Ho.  Perfect!’ Yona looks over at her sleeping fiancée, ‘the guys have it so easy,’ chuckling, ‘then again, would we really want them helping to plan out a wedding? Nope!’ She’d bet anything that Hak’s response would be, ‘I did my part and put the ring on your finger, so you plan the wedding and tell us when to show up.’

As if on cue the diamond of her engagement ring sparkles in the lamp light.  ‘Yes, you did put a ring on it,’ lifting her hand, twisting it to make it sparkle again.  The ring itself was not some weighty bling, but Yona really didn’t care if it was a real diamond or a cubic zirconia, a carat or just an eighth.  She loved it more that he had remembered her favorite stone was blue aquamarine, like his eyes, she once equated it to, and had them placed as flanking stones around the diamond birthstone.  

Hak had really thought it out when he got that ring.  She smiles, and of course when he’d given it to her, it had been a surprise she’ll never forget…

~~~xx~~

Saturday, April 7th was going to be a fun night for Yona and her friends, it was her birthday after all and there was just one thing she really wanted to do, sing karaoke. Not that she thought she was some awesome singer, maybe okay enough not to shatter glass, but it was the fun of it, having a few drinks and hanging out with friends.  Her boyfriend Hak didn’t really care to sing, sometimes if they fueled him up with enough liquor they could get him to sing a song or two but most of the time he was just there to hang out which was fine as well.  

By 10pm, the vibe of the karaoke lounge was perfect, tipsy but not wasted, lots of laughter, and a few teasing, mellow and just the way she liked it.  Yona and Lili had just finished singing a song, returning to the table they shared with the rest of their friends.  Yoon, Kija, Shin-ah, Tetora, and Ayura were all there but two were missing, Jae-ha and Hak.  Not a big deal, maybe they went to the restroom or to grab drinks, Yona thinks as she slips into the current conversation.

A tap on her shoulder gains her attention and she turns her head to see Jae-ha standing next to her with a smile.  “Yona, could you come with me please?”

“Why?”

“Hak has a birthday present for you,” pointing at the stage where a chair now sits.  “He requests you have a seat there.”

The girls all giggle, “Is Hak gonna give you a lap dance?”

Yona’s eyes widen as she deadpans at Jae-ha, “He wouldn’t, right?!  Not in front of all these people.”

“No,” the older boy laughs, “he’s not,” turning to the others with a grin, “but if you girls want, I could give you a lap dance.”

“Not tonight playboy,” Lili chuckles, “but nice try.”

“Maybe next time,” Jae-ha winks at Lili, then turns back to Yona, “you should get up there, you’re making Hak wait.”

“O-okay…”  Yona walks with hesitation to sit on the stage as requested, flushing when all the eyes in the room seem to focus on her.  It wasn’t so bad standing on this stage when you’re singing and having a great time, but she swore the silence was making her anxious. What was Hak going to do?  She fiddles with the fingers in her lap, trying her best to not bolt from the chair when a song finally begins to play.

Yona’s lips part, and her hand covers her mouth in surprise when she sees Hak walk out of the shadows holding a microphone, stopping at the edge of the stage, and lifting it to his lips,

“What would I do without your smart mouth

Drawing me in, and you kicking me out

Got my head spinning, no kidding, I can’t pin you down

What’s going on in that beautiful mind

I’m on your magical mystery ride

And I’m so dizzy, don’t know what hit me, but I’ll be alright

My head’s under water

But I’m breathing fine”

Stepping onto the stage towards her beaming…

“You’re crazy and I’m out of my mind”

…And taking her hand into his…  Yona’s eyes are glazing over at such a beautiful and completely unexpected side of her boyfriend.  All the nervousness had drained away and all that was left was just him and her on that stage.

“'Cause all of me

Loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

Give your all to me

I’ll give my all to you

You’re my end and my beginning

Even when I lose I’m winning

'Cause I give you all, all of me

And you give me all, all of you”

Hak continues holding her hand, squeezing, rubbing little circles in the webbing of her thumb and pointer finger…

“How many times do I have to tell you

Even when you’re crying you’re beautiful too

The world is beating you down, I’m around through every move

You’re my downfall, you’re my muse

My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues

I can’t stop singing, it’s ringing, in my head for you

My head’s under water

But I’m breathing fine

You’re crazy and I’m out of my mind”

He stoops down to her level on one knee, gazing into her eyes, transfixing them…  She didn’t know her heart could melt any more than it already had.

“'Cause all of me

Loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

Give your all to me

I’ll give my all to you

You’re my end and my beginning

Even when I lose I’m winning

'Cause I give you all of me

And you give me all, all of you

Give me all of you

Cards on the table, we’re both showing hearts

Risking it all, though it’s hard”

Hak let’s go of her hand and reaches into his pocket, pulling out…

“'Cause all of me

Loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections”

… a ring, holding it up to his girlfriend.  Yona gasps, as both hands now fly up to her mouth and a few tears begin to trickle down her cheeks.  “Oh, my goodness,” whispers from through the glowing smile that had bloomed on her face.

“Give your all to me

I’ll give my all to you

You’re my end and my beginning

Even when I lose I’m winning

'Cause I give you all of me

And you give me all of you

I give you all, all of me

And you give me all, all of you.”

Yona’s head is already nodding yes as the last words roll off his tongue.  “All of me,” forcing her words to get out of her head, “I’ll give you all of me Hak!”

“I’m glad you said yes,” he grins and slips the ring on her finger, “would’a been pretty embarrassing if you hadn’t.”

She nearly chokes at his stupid response, “Why wouldn’t I have said yes?!”

“You always say I’m a pain, that I’m always teasing you, and I think you said I was ugly once.”

“I did not…  did I?  Tch, that was when we were kids!  Ugh, you’re teasing me again!”

“I know,” Hak starts to laugh, “I’m sorry it just a habit…”  But Yona’s tired of him talking and cups his cheeks pulling him into a kiss.

“Just shut up for once,” she grins, adding a peck to his nose.  “Before I change my mind…”

~~xx~~

‘Nope,’

the ring sparkling in agreement as she leans over and kisses her sleeping fiancé’s cheek. Hak may be a pain, and he loved to tease, but he’s never hurt her and has always been there for her through the worst of times.  

‘I wouldn’t change my mind for the world…’

[aniszulyka]

College Daily Routine &.. life there???

disclaimer: this daily routine down there only happens in semester one cs... i joined sport in semester two so the routine there terabur alrdy????? yea....

hello there! and Assalamualaikum everyone! HAPPY NATIONAL DAY, MALAYSIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ah i’m so happy today. and that is why i have a mood to update this for y’all. well, actually, this post should be updated last year bcs lots of y’all wanted me to update about my daily routine in college (i made a poll on twitter) but i lambat update bcs.... malas. and lupa...... huhu.

some of u may not know, i studied accounting at Kolej Matrikulasi Kedah in Changlun, Kedah. it was the most tiring one year in my entire life. but i created banyak memories there eventho i didn’t enjoy my life as a student of matriculation programme. (this is what u should do despite... u know, things happen sometimes but try to creat a lot of memories ok!!) 

so, let’s start!!!!! i don’t know where should i start.

kita mula dgn pagi lah then hahahahahahahaha....

weekdays we all have classes and lectures from 8am to 4pm. that is for my college, ada college yang ada classes til 5pm. mmg penat cs dia straight til evening. lucky for me, i’m an accounting student so i have a lot of free time. so, from 8am to 4pm, if i tkda class, i’ll spend my time in the library, finishing my homework or doing my assignment. if dah masuk waktu zohor, i’ll be at hostel la. i was a total loner back then in college, so it was so easy to find me  if i’m on my free time. masuk je library dkt study carrel, confirm ada ahahah. this one i still did in semester two.

after habis class at 4pm, i’ll straight to library to continue finishing my homework. but before that, i’ll buy snacks at coop first. sometimes, i bought ice cream only so that i won’t ngantuk la. at this hour, normally, i’ll do calculation ONLY. such as, math, account or let say, econs question yg ada calculation sahaja. i’ll siapkan half... or everything sampai library tutup. library tutup around 5:30pm. i will manage my time there earlier.

next, after i balik from library (nak balik hostel la ni), i’ll straight to cafe c to buy my dinner. cafe c je petang petang ada nasi berlauk ni. then terus naik bilik. at eve like this, i’ll eat my dinner, pray, checking out my socmed, basuh baju & shower. p/s: i washed my clothes pakai tangan so it took time and i spent my time a lot in the toilet. after azan maghrib, then baru i masuk bilik to pray and continue my homeworks and assignments. 

at this hour, i mean at night i’ll do yang banyak tulis. for example, econs essay questions. if takda, i’ll continue with any calculation questions or assignments. sometimes, kalau i feel really rajin that night, i’ll walk to library to sambung buat my kerja bcs i don’t like staying in my room. (by the way, saya sebenarnya someone yang tak boleh study dalam bilik. sebab ada katil. rasa nak baring nanti. sebab tu saya suka spend or buang masa dekat library. mana mana library pun boleh, as long as it calls LIBRARY.) sometimes la ok sometimes. 

after that, i pray for isya’ then nak tak nak, i’ll force myself to sleep at 10pm. if kerja banyak, i’ll extend my time til 11pm. then, kena tidur. i’ll make sure i bangun tidur around 4:30am to 5am. mesti ada yang wonder tak takut ke bangun awal sgt, nah because whenever i bangun at that hour, automatic my roommate, athirah, bangun sekali. we will go to bathroom together (or just by myself la), mandi all. 

while waiting for subuh, i’ll continue back with calculation qs or maybe, i’ll read for quiz. because pagi pagi mcm tu only, everything i baca masuk and igt. then, solat subuh, touch up muka sikit and i’m ready for classes! kalau i awal and takda kerja sgt, i’ll take my breakfast first then baru pergi kelas. (sebab saya kena makan awal pagi. lps tu, sakit perut HAHAHA)

so, that is all for my daily routine on weekdays! hahaha 

weekends on weekends (kedah cuti on friday and saturday), i won’t say that i spent my time study 24/7, that is so not anis la hahaha. sometimes, i study, buat hw, outing or watch movies. but that happens only when i tak banyak kerja. this is my weekends rountine;

so, our beloved roommate, nazira akan kejut semua for subuh. she memang senang bangun pagi, we all tak sebab dah mindset esok cuti so susah bangun. after subuh. i............................................ tidur balik.

hahahahaha, it’s true. but then, i’ll wake up again at 9am or 10am. terus mandi, kalau rajin, after that i’ll make nescafe. because, u know, me.... i can’t live without drinking a mug or a can of coffee. (ya, saya ketagih dan saya tahu tu). i will continue studying while drinking until 11am, then i will siap siap turun beli lunch (yes i used to buy lunch earlier because i really love cafe b’s punya lauk rather than cafe c’s, sebab tu cafe b punya foods cepat je habis) as soon as habis je makan, i akan basuh baju til zohor. sis suka kumpul baju gak kadang kadang. dah la basuh tgn uolls. by the way, before lunch, i’ll do any writing questions. 

after zohor, i’ll do calculation.. sampai habis. then again continue writing sampai malam. in between tu, i akan take a break, main ml or tgk movie sejam before i continue siapkan hw/asg. i can’t study under pressure. malam akan continue study mcm biasa, like normal days. i don’t know why or maybe u guys pun sama, on weekends, i can’t study siang, bila malam baru mcm semangat study dia mai.

after 12, kalau tak boleh tidur lagi, i akan tgk movie or main ml se-round dua then baru tidur. hehehehehe

well, that is all for weekends!

—

oh and... not to mention that i’ll take a break, which means tak akan buka buku langsung on thursday night. yela kan, after byk hari tidur tk cukup or tk dpt tgk movie, main ml etc, that night will be the night for me to have a break from studying. u shouldn’t stress urself too much bcs ur body and mind need a rest too. hehehehehehe, okay so, that is all from me; my daily routine in college. yang baik, boleh ambik. yang buruk, jangan ambik. okay? <333

(this photo was taken at my college, from my hostel to be exact. the sunset view there was spectacular)

so, this is an additional thoughts or questions that juniors must be tertanya tanya. like “betul ke matrik susah?”, “susah sgt ke matrik?”, “how’s exactly life in there?” etc.

hahahaha, ok, i don’t know if i should give answers for these because i’m not one of the deans. but i’ll try okay.

to be very honest, matriculation is not that hard. maybe la maybe, it feels difficult and hard because u have to learn so much in a year. two semesters, ten months to be exact. not to forget, u only have to focus for four subjects. only. 

my advice is u just have to change ur attitude. that is all. u have to be hardworking, tinggalkan benda benda tak perlu, u perlu struggle for ten months je. then, u dah cuti balik tau, rasa mcm baru je habis spm. matrik ni sekolah pun tak, uni pun tak. but i would say dia mcm sekolah je. learning way je mcm uni. serious. u can’t be lazy, can’t tangguh kerja. if u someone mcm tu time sekolah, change. actually, mmg la u akan ada thought mcm “ala aku bukan boleh belajar under pressure  pun, aku kena belajar rilek rilek.” so do i. and i survived. til the end. u see, i had thoughts like that before. ytjt, how pemalas i was back then in school and in matric juga. but i change myself slowly bila masuk matric tau. at least i ada perubahan sikit bila masuk matrik rather than takda langsung right? plus, bila u tgk kawan kawan semua study, u automatic nak study. believe me. pieka once told me this before. guess, she’s right ;)

sebenarnya, matrik tak susah. ubah perangai, ubah cara study. insyaAllah, boleh. don’t be like me, i focus benda tak perlu and alhamdulillah, i realised earlier and study hard last minute. i was very last minute and i regret things. but i’m good now, i finished my matriculation, i alrdy entered uni last sunday. the most important thing is, i survived.

so, that is all from me today. thank you to those who made it til the end. y’all r the best! hahahaha hmu if u have anything to ask.

til next time, Anis.

[trollhunter94]

Coffee, Coffee, Coffee!

Pairing: Human!Castiel x Female Reader

Warnings: Mention of spiders, slight ‘Mother Shaming’, lonely Castiel and movie references.

Words: 1887

A/N: This is for @i-dont-know-how-to-write’s Cutie Challenge, which uses the meet-cute of Loreleia and Luke from Gilmore Girls.

Summary: Castiel is trying to adapt to Human life. After finding a job at a Gas n’ Sip and changing his name to Steve, he thought that he was settling into society. That was until a late-night customer rocked his world.

9:45pm. Monday night. Castiel had just finished cleaning the toilet and was just about to cash up, when the doors opened and the sensors beeped. He looked up to see a person rushing frantically towards him. This overenthusiastic individual reached the counter and slammed their palms on the surface. “Coffee, coffee, coffee” you chanted, like an addict, needing your next fix of caffeine.

“Coffee?” Castiel repeated, trying to process your request amidst the distraction of your crazy entrance. “Yes. Please. I need coffee” you said, leaning on the counter to portray a lack of energy, showing him your puppy dog eyes.

“I’m sorry” he replied with a tentative expression. “I’ve just switched off the machine. Can I offer you something else? Juice or water maybe?”

“Water!” You shot him a stern look of contempt as if he should somehow know that word wasn’t in your vocabulary. “No, you don’t understand. I need coffee. Please?” Your desperation and pleading did nothing to change his position on this subject as he moved to the till, finishing his tasks. “I apologise, but I do not have permission to turn the machine back on”.

You absolutely refused to leave this establishment without a hot cup of liquid life force within your grasp, so you decided to convince this guy through tactical persuasion.

Looking around the store for ideas, you eyed the newspaper stand and a lightbulb went off in your head. Moving to pick up the closest paper, you flicked through the pages to the horoscope section and spread the paper across the counter-top. You asked him with anticipation, “what’s your star sign?“

“I, uh. I don’t know” he replied in confusion. Castiel didn’t know what horoscopes were or even when his birthday was. You picked up his pen before pressing him for an answer. “How can you not know? What Month were you born?” His blank reaction led to a long moment of shared eye contact. Nevertheless, you were determined to win this guy over.

“You look like an Aries” you said confidently as you bent down and began to write on the paper. Castiel watched you with curiosity as he held a stack of dollars in his hands.

You finished writing and ripped a section of paper out, handing it to him over the counter with a wide grin. He took the piece of paper and looked at it for a second before reading it aloud.

“Today you will meet an annoying woman. Give her coffee and she will go away”. He looked up at you with an amused smile before thinking about his options. He put the money into the cash box and closed the till.

You tried an incentive to sweeten the deal. “Hey. You know, if you keep that on you, it will bring you luck. Consider it your lucky charm”. He folded up the paper and shoved into the back pocket of his jeans. “I’m really not permitted to switch the equipment back on. I could be disciplined for that act of defiance”.

“Listen…” you squinted at his name badge. “Steve. Coffee is the only substance that sustains me, without it I’m just a shell. I can’t make any rational decisions. I can’t even function correctly. It’s the Simon to my Garfunkel. The Butch to my Cassidy. Please, put me out of my misery”.

“Okay” he sighed, stepping away from the counter. “But just this once”. He was willing to break the rules, just to stop your incessant chatting. Your mind started buzzing with joy. You knew that you could talk your way out of, or into any situation. “Ah, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Castiel walked towards the machine with an air of deviance and guilt. You followed behind him, silently celebrating with raised fists at your achievement, only to stop abruptly when he glanced back at you. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing” you replied, lowering your arms with an innocent smile. He squinted suspiciously at you before turning back around and carrying on to the machine.

You quickly felt the urge to pee but realised that the drive back home was too long to wait. “Hey, do you have a toilet here?”

“Yes” he replied. “It’s through the back”. You turned and started to walk before he quickly questioned you. “How do you prefer your coffee?”

“Dark and bitter, just like my mother” you answered, rushing to the back of the store. You could hear Castiel’s chuckle in the distance, which made you smile. Finally. Someone who gets your humour.

A few minutes passed and he had made your drink. As he leant against the counter, a strange but familiar sound could be heard. Castiel moved past the counter and headed towards the window with your drink still in hand.

He watched as the local eccentric, Kirk, chased his micro-pig around the front of the store. “Petal! Come back, please?  I didn’t mean it. The cat came up to me. Petal, don’t leave me!” The pig weaved skilfully between the gas pumps, leading the skinny man in relentless circles.

You emerged from the back, feeling a gallon lighter and relieved. “No joke, there’s a monstrous spider in there. It took a sparring match with a shoe, but me and crazy eyes are cool now. Hey, what’s going on out there?” You stopped at his side and joined him in observing the pig chase.

“A friend of yours?” Castiel turned his head to look at you with a hint of reluctance. “Not by choice” he confessed. “He comes in, twice a day, every day. Just like clockwork. He buys the strangest combination of food, haggles about the price, and then proceeds to tell me his life story”.

“Aww, that’s sweet”. Castiel looked sharply at you now. “No! It is not sweet”. He pointed at the man, “did you know he’s a millionaire? Yeah, worked hundreds of jobs over a period of twenty years. He still lives with his mother, you know”.

You couldn’t help but smile at his frustration. He tilted his head, attempting to understand your amusement. “What? Why are you smiling?” You raised your hands defensively. “Nothing, it’s just that you seem to know a lot about him. Are you sure he’s not your friend?” He just shook his head at you before continuing to watch the chase.

“What about you Steve? Who do you go home to at the end of the day?” His head lowered as his past caught up to him. The thought of his existence in Heaven as part of the Garrison, his adventures with the Winchesters and his fall. Now his existence was menial. No higher purpose to his actions, just living a simple Human life.

You noticed how your question affected him, the sadness or memories associated with his past. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to pry”.

“No. It’s okay” he lifted his head to give you a weak smile. “There’s no one else. Just me now.” You gave a look of sympathy, placing a hand on his shoulder in reassurance. “Hey, life is like a box of chocolates. Play your cards right, and that may change soon”.

His brows lowered with uncertainty, “I don’t understand”. You quickly pulled your hand back. “Forrest Gump?... No? I’m sorry, I must have misread the situation”. His eyes flicked from left to right as he pondered the meaning of your words. “What do you mean?”

“Well, that’s what strangers do. We flirt with people we like. You know what, forget about it” you said, waving a hand in dismissal.

“No, wait. I can be flirtatious” he argued, straightening his posture. “Oh yeah?” You placed your hands on your hips. “Go on then. Show me what you’ve got”. Castiel stared at you for a moment before pulling the wooden stick out of the cup and running it across his tongue.

The sight of this made your eyes widen with intrigue. “Oh my” you mumbled, not even realising that you were drooling. “I didn’t know it was possible, but you’ve just made that coffee so much more desirable”.

He handed you the coffee, fingers gently touching yours with the exchange. You were surprised at how soft his skin was. “Thank you Steve. You are the most important man in my life right now. The bringer of caffeine and humour”.

This made Castiel smile, cheeks now blushing pink. He fiddled with the wooden stirrer and gazed at you with wide, blue eyes. You couldn't help but become transfixed by the beauty and intensity that shone from his eyes.

Kirk soon ran past the window, interrupting the moment. He stopped to wave at Castiel before running after Petal again. Looking at your watch, you noticed that it was nearly 10pm and began to search for your purse in your bag. “How much do I owe you?”

A feeling of dread washed over Cas as he realised that this perfect interaction was about to end. “Two dollars“ he said, sighing in disappointment. "For both?” you asked with raised brows. Castiel’s face contorted in confusion. “Both?”

“Well, I kinda defiled that newspaper” you informed, pointing to the counter. He looked over before dismissing the proposal. “Oh, no. That is not necessary”. You pulled out the money and handed it to him. “Thank you Steve, that’s very kind of you”. He took the money with a nod of his head.

“I’d better go, Paul Anker will be wanting his steak soon”. Intrigued by this person in your life and their strange name, Castiel asked “is this Paul your betrothed?” You chuckled at his question, glad to know that he was interested in your availability.

“No. He’s my dog. My room-mate, alarm clock and burglar alarm”. His relief was evident as his shoulders dropped and a smile beamed from his face. “That’s uh, that’s great” he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Can I... Will I see you again?“

“Not if this is the last time you’ll secretly make me coffee” you teased him with a straight face. He squinted his eyes, unsure of what that meant. You began to move away but he quickly intercepted you, standing in your way. “Please. I, uh. Could you at least tell me your name?”

“So, you do like me? I knew it!” you stated with a pointed finger. “As soon as you laughed at my joke about my mother, I knew we were similar”. You raised your arm for a handshake. “The name’s Y/N”.

He completed the handshake. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Y/N. I would very much like to see you again. Would that be possible?” Thankful that he took the initiative, you nodded your head viscerally.

“Well, I drive past here on the way to work most days. So I suppose I could come by for my morning coffee”. The delight on his face was evident as he nodded, encouraging the idea.

“Okay” you nodded back, looking forward to seeing this man again. “Goodbye Steve. It was lovely to meet you”.

He turned to watched you walk away, feeling a sense of renewed passion for living alongside Humans and their quirky traits. Pulling the horoscope from his pocket, he unfolded it and read it again. A big smile played on his lips as he looked out the window and watched you drive away.

Thanks for reading.

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Evidence, you

"The final, crucial piece of evidence...you."

-

Reasons to fall:

1. Darkness

" Im.."

"What is it? "

" Kinda thinking about change this 'broken white' wall's colour-"

"That's good.."

" I'm gonna paint this wall with black-"

" Wait, what? Don't be ridiculous no one will come here at night because of the dark.."

" Well, haha.. Are you afraid with the darkness?"

" Not really.."

" Liar~"

" I'm not. But may I just ask why are you really love those dark colors?"

" Then I'll just ask you back before I answer that. What do you think about 'black'? Let's forget about navy or grey because everyone usually like that."

" People usually think that they describe the darkness, or maybe sadness(?)"

" Right, that was people thought. But, I don't think the same. It's a serenity for me."

" I see.. So that was your reason, huh?"

" Yes. So if I change this room colour will you-"

" No."

" Ok nevermind forget that I'm just kidding"

2. Photography

" Why is this so confusing..."

" What's wrong?"

" I'm getting confused with this camera, why is this so hard to change the settings I don't get it."

" Which part?"

" The results make you looks brighter-"

" Are you trying to say that I'm too 'dark'?"

" Yes hehe ok no I'm kidding but you look so pale here"

" Let me see that and stop make me curious- wow yeah I'm too pale".

" How to change that? There are too many buttons I'm confused."

" Come here I'll show you. There's nothing wrong with the exposure, you just have to change the ISO. Here's the button.. So I'll let you try it, here..."

" You're right.. Thanks"

" I learned about camera when I was in the high school. I often borrowed my friends' camera, and then asked how to set them.."

" Hmm.. Ok got it."

" You said you want to be a photographer. Then you should have to learn a lot about how to set camera. Don't give up! I'll help you later."

3. Nyctophilia

" Here let me take a picture of you."

" Don't, I'm not im the mood, really.. Why don't you take a pict of Isola instead?"

" Hmm you know? I often went here at 10pm.."

" Going here? At night? Wow, I'm surprised that you didn't afraid.."

" I told you earlier I'm not afraid of darkness.. Why should I? Besides, I really enjoyed the night view of Isola.. It's so beautiful.. You should try it sometimes."

" I will, and what were you doin'?"

" Not much. Just read my books & drank a cup of coffee, and layin' outhere to see the sky.."

" I see.. Anyway, thank you for you recommendation.. I'll try it maybe if I have a chance.."

" Anytime, I'll promise you won't regret it".

4. Casing

" Im, I wanna ask you something".

" Go on.. What was that?"

" Have you bought something online?"

" I have, and why is that?"

" Um, how to?"

" ....buy something online?"

" Y-yeah.."

" Do you want something?"

" I want to buy a phone case like yours."

" Hm? Like mine? Oh....black, isn't it?"

" Hehe..."

" Do you think I want to have a same phone case with you?"

" Hm, no?"

" Exactly."

" Ok nevermind but please help me find another black phone case, will youuuu?"

" Why me?"

" Psssh I don't know how to buy something from an online shop and I don't know how Sh*pee works. Besides, I heard it's more cheaper if we bought it online. Can you show me?"

" Are you sure you didn't know about that?"

" I am... Please help me."

" Fine.. What's your phone type?"

" Xiaomi, Redmi Note 5A.. Ah yes, without fingerprint."

" Ok what about this?"

" No.."

" this one?"

" Hm no?"

" This one?"

" Too expensive please can you find another cheaper case? I trust you a lot."

" I am. Just wait till you saw this..... How about this one?"

" Oh sure.. I like this one."

" Okay.. I will bought a clear case too, so we can share the shipping fee together."

" Agree."

" Do you want me to use your address? Or mine?"

" Mine was fine."

" Ok.."

" So how long the shipment is?"

" About 3-4 days...usually."

" 3-4 days? Ok fine."

Day 1

" Im, why is the packages isn't arrived yet?

" I said it takes time around 3-4 days, and this is the first day so be patient."

" Ok."

Day 2

" Im, why is the packages isn't arrived yet?"

" This is the 2nd day and still on it way, calm down."

" Ok."

Day 3

" Im, why is the packages isn't arrived yet? This is the 3rd day, you say it."

" Nah, maybe tomorrow."

" Ah, I see. Ok"

Day 4

" Im, I want to talk with you after your division's briefing."

" Why? Is there anything you need?"

" Just finish it quickly-"

" If you asked me about your packages can you-"

" Hehe actually it was arrived last night."

" Oh, so how was it?"

" I like it very much! See?"

" That black phone case suits well with you."

" Yeah, and this is yours."

" Alright.. It's easy to buy something in online shop. But you have to check their shop review before buy something. Got it?"

" I will remember that."

5. Low contrast, High Exposure

" Im, can you please change the tone of your edit? It makes me more ugly-"

" Hehe finally you realized it."

" But it's too dark on me.. I took a bath before this photoshoot so please make it visible."

" With?"

" The brightness, Im........"

" Fine.."

" Listen, you just need to low its contrast and make the brightness higher. See? It looks like you use a 'soft filter' presets on this pic."

" Ah you're right. Isn't this edits technique looks like the 05 presets on VSCO?"

" I don't know... But I usually edit my pics like that."

" I see.. Thank you so much, Faw!"

6. Physics

" Why did you choose Physics, Faw?"

" Because I love it. And why did you choose Arabic?"

" It's my parents choice.."

" Oh, I thought you're the only one who choose your study."

" I let my parents choose too."

" Actually, I didn't want to be here. I really want to be a part of ITB. But, yeah-"

" Fate?"

" Yeah, something like that. But, I'm not going to regret it.."

" I see.. I feel the same. Actually, I have an interest to Chemistry, but yeah I'm not good at Physics and Math.."

" But, Chemistry is more difficult than physics"

" No, I think physics is more difficult."

" Ok what about biology?"

" I'm weak at memorizing something"

" Same here."

" Why are you so tall anyway?"

" I don't know either.. Maybe it's just my mom.."

" Your mom?"

" Maybe she eats bamboo when she's pregnant(?). Hehe I'm just kidding, because I don't know."

" Me either..."

7. K-POP

" Im, do you know this song?"

" iKON's Love Scenario?"

" True!!"

" DO YOU LIKE KPOP?"

" Hehe but I'm not a fans. I just love their song. Do you know about Super Junior?"

" Mr. Simple?"

" Yes, but my fav's Superman.."

" But, actually I'm STILL speechless because of this.."

" Hahahaha, you know? I have my old kpop song's folder. Oh, do you know this song?"

" It's SNSD's.. The boys, right?"

" How about this?"

" It's Big Bang's.. Monster."

" And this?"

" Wow, it's Trouble Maker's! Wait, DON'T TELL ME YOU SAW THEIR MV TOO PLEASE BE HONEST."

" HEHE BUT JUST ONCE I SWEAR!!"

" I DIDN'T TRUST YOU."

" Oh come on.. Hey, I have to show you something."

" What is it? WAIT, IS THAT YOU?"

" Y-yeah, the bald one."

" Did you just- did you join the dance club?"

" I- I did, in the past. When I was in the mid school."

" Seriously, you make speechless twice in a row."

" Surprised, aren't you?"

" Kinda.."

" Please just keep it secret I am shy."

" Anyway, you should hear BTS' songs. It's good, really.. You'll like it.."

" Ah I've heard about BTS before.. So maybe I'll download their song later.."

8. Patience

" Im, can I talk to you now?"

" Sure.."

" Where have you been? It's been a while since you didn't come to our secretariat. Why is that? Do you have any problems?"

Actually, I'm just dissapointed with all of them but-

" I'm alright.. There's no need to be worried."

" Are you sure?"

" I will talk about this later."

" Hm? Why didn't you just say it here?"

" It can't.. I have to tell you directly.."

" So can you just come-"

" No."

" Okay, let's meet again, later?"

" Yeah, okay..."

" See ya!"

9. Last scene, white rose

" Isn't today your graduation, Faw?"

" Um- yeah.. Will you come?"

" I will.. So when you'll be free?"

" Maybe after the ceremony.."

" I have to go to the Gymnasium or the-"

" Please just go to FPMIPA instead.."

" Okay, I'll call you later."

14.49 PM, FPMIPA

" Where are you?"

" In front of the building"

" Where?"

" Turn around!"

" Oh!"

" Happy graduation.."

" Thank you"

"......"

"......"

" So, you really graduated now."

" I am.. Why is that?"

" YAH WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME SO SOON?!"

" Hahaha, am I not be able to graduate?"

" It's not like that but, finally.. Baraakallahu fii Ilmi.."

" Thank you."

" Let's take a pic"

" Sure, but can you send it to me later?"

" I will!"

" Thank you, Im.. Please, forgive me. So sorry, I can't protect you from them earlier.. I'm sorry."

" Nevermind, just forget that problem. I should apologize too.. So sorry, I didn't contribute to you as much as I can do. I'm sorry too, I didn't do my best.. I didn't help you a lot.."

" It's okay.. Thank you for being my partner."

" I should say the same things to you.."

10. You, the crucial piece of evidence.

Bandung,

Starts from May 2017 till February 2019.