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tellerluna-stories · 3 years

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halo-halo dreams

PAIRING: xiao x reader

GENRE: domestic fluff!! reunions with good food (and perhaps an ice cream date?)

OTHER NOTES: halo-halo is a dessert served here in the Philippines!! its name literally means ‘mix-mix’. i wrote this bc i realised that hey halo-halo has leche flan in it and leche flan looks kinda like almond tofu,, what if we mixed the two,,,, anyways i don’t really eat halo-halo often but if someone ever actually does mix almond tofu n halo-halo I’m willing to try it!!!

TW/CW: n/a.

A/N: this is a belated bday gift for my beloved Tall Best Friend @starrymaidensthings !! she likes xiao and she likes halo-halo so naturally i was like mm yes let’s combine those two MUHAHAHA HAPPY BIRTHDAY ILY

It was no secret that the Vigilant Yaksha did not care for mortal food— his opinion was always the same if he was asked about it. ‘I have no interest in mortal food. Cooking is tedious and the wait is long. The one thing I can manage to stomach is Almond Tofu.’

So when Xiao came to Verr Goldet asking for permission to use the kitchen of Wangshu Inn for a few days, she stared at him as if he’d grown a third eye.

“By all means, you may, but…”

The grim expression on his face discouraged her from asking any more questions, and she settled for asking, “Do you need any ingredients from the kitchen? Let me know so I can order them for you.”

“There is no need; I will provide my own ingredients.” Xiao bowed in thanks, his face and tone of voice absolutely unreadable. Without even a moment’s hesitation, he turned and walked off in the direction of the kitchen, leaving Verr Goldet to marvel in shocked silence.

Suspicion began to sprout in the back of her mind, but she put it aside to process it later; she’d need more proof than the information she had now.

Not long after Xiao had left, Smiley Yanxiao ran out of the kitchen with a terrified expression on his face. “Boss… H-he…. in- in the kitchen……”

“It’s not like you haven’t seen him in the kitchen before.” She tried to reassure him, but the chef shook his head vigorously, a cold sweat breaking out on his brow.

“Yes, but this time it’s different.” Smiley Yanxiao crouched to whisper in Verr Goldet’s ear, his voice trembling with every word. “He’s going to cook.”

“What else would he use a kitchen for? Get back to work, before I deduct from your pay for slacking on business hours.” She irritably flapped a dish towel in his face, causing him to stumble back with a fit of outraged spluttering. “And don’t bother him— it must be important, if he was desperate enough to ask us for a favour.”

His initial superstitious terror was replaced with the true fear of not being able to pay the bills, and so Smiley Yanxiao dragged himself back to the kitchen with a gloomy expression, muttering under his breath of bad omens and great misfortune. With one with as little faith as he, one incident that happened outside of everyday routine was enough to shake him to the core.

“Well, I never.” Verr Goldet leaned back in her chair, glancing at the cat on her desk. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say that Xiao’s gone and fallen in love… either that, or the world’s about to end.”

Wei gave an assertive meow in reply; Verr Goldet nodded in agreement, scratching the cat behind its ears. “We’ll just have to see which one it is, eh?”

Blissfully oblivious to the commotion that was going on outside, Xiao stood at the kitchen table with a piece of paper in hand. It showed some signs of wear and tear, having been folded and unfolded many times; but the ink of the writing was still vibrant and easy to read.

“Milk… red beans…. ube…?” He started to count on his fingers how many more ingredients were required. “So many ingredients needed for a seemingly simple dish.”

Smiley Yanxiao clumsily tiptoed into the kitchen in a hopeless attempt of going unnoticed— but against the battle instincts of an adeptus, the chef stood no chance.

Xiao glanced up as soon as he entered, and an awkward silence fell over the kitchen as Xiao and Yanxiao stared at each other.

“Do you know what these ingredients are, and where I can get them?” Xiao spoke suddenly, holding the paper towards Smiley Yanxiao.

As if the previous ordeal wasn’t enough, the chef was forced to read the entire thing while under Xiao’s watchful gaze; by the time he folded up the paper and returned it to the Yaksha, Smiley Yanxiao was trembling like a leaf.

“Although I’ve heard of most of them, these ingredients seem to be from a completely different region. It would be difficult to get these as we don’t even know if they’re in season or not… perhaps if we ask that adventurer who drops by here once in a while—“ The chef mustered a reply, trying desperately to conceal his trembling hands behind his back.

“That is of little consequence to me.” Xiao’s golden eyes flashed with something akin to motivation, his entire body tensing up slightly. “I said I would provide my own ingredients, and an adeptus does not go back on his word.”

He stalked out of the kitchen, leaving Smiley Yanxiao to comprehend what had just happened.

And so, for the next few days the staff of Wangshu Inn had to deal with the strange antics of the Vigilant Yaksha. He would appear out of the blue with his arms full of all sorts of weird and wonderful foodstuffs and then march into the kitchen without another word. Xiao would then stay in the kitchen for the rest of the day (or night, depending on what time he chose to show up), and then leave as soon as he was finished with what he was working on. Nobody was certain what it was— Xiao would immediately turn his body and cover what he was making if anyone dared to peek.

“What could he possibly be doing?” Smiley Yanxiao grumbled on the evening of the third day, aggressively taking out his frustrations on the eggs he was whisking. “I’ve been working in the same kitchen as him but I haven’t seen a single peep of whatever he’s making. He even makes sure to clean up whatever he leaves so that not a single trace is left.”

“You could stand to learn a thing or two from Xiao. At least he makes sure everything is clean before he finishes up.” Waving a spoon with leftover rice residue in the chef’s face, Verr Goldet clicked her tongue in distaste. “I am aware that I don’t pay you to wash the dishes, but at least try to keep a clean cooking environment for the sake of the guests.”

“He startled me the other evening when I was bringing up the supplies.” Huai’an remarked as he sorted ingredients into storage bins. “I didn’t see him when I was putting them away, so when I turned around he was standing there like a ghost.” The memory of seeing the glowing eyes of the Yaksha’s mask at night was enough to make him shudder, and Verr Goldet put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“But don’t you think it’s weird, though…” Smiley Yanxiao paused, his egg whisk poised mid-air. “He always thought cooking was a waste of time. What could’ve possibly made him change his mind…?”

No matter how wild their imaginations were, the staff of Wangshu Inn could not picture the scenario that had brought about the strange circumstances they were now faced with. Silence settled over the kitchen as they pondered what could’ve brought about this change, and this somber atmosphere carried over for the next few days.

——

In reality, the reason behind Xiao’s sudden change of heart was quite trivial— in his own opinion, at least.

It had started one cool afternoon, when the leaves had begun to change colours and the wind blew colder than it had before. The two of you stood together atop the highest balcony of Wangshu Inn, enjoying the beautiful day— well, that was what you were doing. According to Xiao himself, he was watching over the land of Liyue; the fact that all his attention was wholly focused on you was a mere coincidence.

“Summer’s almost over…” You remarked as you leaned against the railing of the balcony. “There goes the perfect weather for eating cold desserts.”

“…When the snow is thick enough, we can eat it.”

“Ah, no. Not like that, Xiao— I don’t want you to have to ever eat snow again.” You waved your hands vigorously, alarm evident in your face. “When I said cold desserts, I was thinking of a certain kind of dessert where I’m from…”

You paused, and a strange look crossed your face— a mixture of longing and fondness, with perhaps a little bit of homesickness mixed in. “…It would’ve been nice to eat it with you in such good weather.”

Though Xiao supposedly did not care for the affairs of mortals, he found himself asking, “What is it like?”

“Oh, it’s delicious.” You clasped your hands together in joyous reverie, eyes shining with memories of the sweet treat. “The kind of ingredients change depending on who’s preparing it, but the usual ingredients are things like banana, nata de coco, monggo beans, ube ice cream, leche flan—“

Xiao raised a hand before you could proceed any further with the ever-growing list. “I do not know half of the things of which you speak. If there are going to be any more, just write down the recipe and spare yourself the words.”

“Straight to the point as always. But that’s a good idea- wait, hang on, I have some spare paper.” Your voice trailed off as you scribbled quickly on the little scrap of paper. “You know when I think about it, this could work well with your almond tofu. I should try mixing the two together when I have time…. Here you go.”

Pressing the neatly folded slip into his palm, a soft smile formed on your lips as you closed his fingers over the paper. “Thank you, Xiao.”

Thank you? Why were you thanking him?

“Around this time of the year, I often find myself missing home more and more often. But…” A wry chuckle escaped your lips. “Talking with you has made the homesickness a little easier to bear. Weird, isn’t it?”

“But somehow…” You turned to look at the faraway mountains, a dreamy expression on your face. “You feel like home away from home, Xiao.”

Conqueror of evil, devourer of dreams, protector of Liyue— Xiao had been given many names and titles, both good and bad, and he had accepted them all as they came. They all struck fear into the hearts of those who heard of him, and he had thought it was fine that way. All the more people would distance themselves from him and the karmic debt he had collected over the centuries.

But to be called ‘home away from home’— to be someone who you could find comfort in, even miles away from your homeland…

He was so lost in thought he didn’t realise that he had been staring; you cleared your throat and hid your face in the crook of your arm, trying to hide the slight flush in your cheeks. “…Well, uh— I have to go.”

“Is it already time for you to leave?” The words were out of his mouth before Xiao even realised it.

“Yep. Time flies, huh?” You sighed reluctantly as you slung your bag onto your shoulder. “I’ve got to go somewhere and I might not visit for a while. But hey, who knows— maybe next time I’ll have mastered the fusion of almond tofu and halo-halo. Be my taste-tester then, okay?”

A strange feeling gnawed inside him at the idea of parting so soon- not yet, he wanted to say. He wanted the time to stop in that very moment. Not yet, not yet, not yet.

“I’ll be back soon, Xiao.” You smiled at him fondly, giving his shoulder a firm pat in reassurance. “I already know the drill— call your name if I need help, right?”

“…Come home safe.” He said quietly.

Your eyes began to sparkle in surprise, and the smile on your face grew even wider than before.

“…I will.”

Like the wind that carries autumn leaves to faraway places, you were gone, leaving Xiao with a promise that he knew you would keep.

But even though he had lived hundreds of years, Xiao found that the days spent without you passed more slowly than he recalled them to be. When the sun rose, Xiao found himself thinking of whether you were awake to watch it with him, and when the moon came out he wondered if you were sleeping well.

He tried to distract himself by throwing himself wholly into his duties, and for a while that seemed to work. But the feeling of restlessness grew only stronger with each passing day, and the sun and moon started to become eyesores to look at, for they only reminded Xiao of how much more time he would have to spend without you. In fact, had it not been for the fact that it would’ve been far below his station to do so, he was sorely tempted to shake his spear at the celestial bodies and tell them off with some… choice words.

Then one day an idea occurred to him, one far more beneficial than cursing out the sun and moon for circumstances that they had no control over. Xiao had been sitting at his usual table in Wangshu Inn, listlessly poking at the plate of almond tofu in front of him as he read the little paper in his palm for what must have been the thousandth time.

“Home away from home…” He murmured quietly— and that was when the idea had struck.

It was a simple, wild idea that Xiao would never have even dared to dream of under ordinary circumstances; but in that regard you had his restless state to thank. A strange recklessness and impatience had taken root, and the Yaksha’s usual self-loathing was completely overwhelmed by the feeling of missing you.

It couldn’t be that difficult, now could it?

Xiao marched into the kitchen without even a second thought (after receiving permission, of course), solely focused on one goal and one alone. Ingredients were later procured with the help of Madame Ping and Yanfei (though the latter had asked many bothersome questions about what he was going to do with them), and what couldn’t be found was substituted with local specialties. He had even taken notes on the cooking procedures of the young chef from Wanmin Restaurant when she braved through Jueyun Karst for ingredients— though Xiao admittedly opted to skip a few of her outlandish practices.

Thus armed with a fruit knife and a long-handled spoon, the Vigilant Yaksha faced the fiercest battle of his life in the kitchen against the trial and error of making a dessert he had never even seen, let alone tasted. But each time Xiao failed, his resolve only grew stronger— it was as if each failed attempt would bring you closer, and the day he mastered it was the day you would finally come home to him.

——

Almost two weeks after his initial dive into the culinary arts, Xiao finally produced something that he could look at and deem presentable enough for his own standards of perfection.

He sighed wearily, pulling out a chair and resting his head on the kitchen table; the hardest part of making it had been transporting the snow directly from Dragonspine. Even with the help of Madame Ping, it had taken Xiao many melted pots of snow to figure out the most efficient route back. But today he had had the good fortune to encounter the little herb-gatherer of Bubu Pharmacy on the way back, and she had kindly kept the snow frozen till they had to part ways— Xiao made a mental note to gather some herbs later to give to her in thanks.

Briefly, he admired his handiwork; a scoop of purple yam ice cream sat on a pile of clean white snow and milk, surrounded by colorful jellies and red beans. The medley of colours contrasted with the milky white of his signature almond tofu in a manner that was pleasing to the eye— with purple from the ube ice cream, scarlet red beans, golden brown from the flan and the ripe yellow of the mango, the dessert was very festive and colourful, much like your personality. Perhaps he could understand why you were so enthusiastic about this dessert.

“It doesn’t look… terrible.” Xiao remarked, nudging the handle of the spoon with his finger.

It was only too bad that he couldn’t give it to you.

That one thought was enough to sour his good mood, and Xiao momentarily considered going through with the idea of taking his frustration out by yelling at the sun- but he was too worn out.

With a muffled groan, he buried his face in his arms. He’d eat the halo-halo later— it would be a waste of effort to just let it melt.

How many more days of waiting?

“Xiao.“ Like the sound of a distant flute, a familiar voice brought him back to the present. “Xiao.”

Someone must be calling for my help, he thought dimly.

Xiao raised his head and blinked owlishly, then immediately froze upon seeing the person in front of him.

You grinned at him, your eyes sparkling in a way that they never had before. “I’m home, Xiao.”

Had it not been for the fact that his dreams were mostly horrific flashbacks to his time at war, Xiao would’ve thought he was dreaming.

Before he could say anything, your attention was immediately drawn to the dish on the table. “Is that—?”

You unslung your bag and slid into the chair across from him, pulling the glass towards you with gentle fingertips. “Xiao, did you- did you make this?”

Xiao could only muster a vague grunt in affirmation.

“I didn’t even tell you how halo-halo was supposed to look like, yet you replicated it almost perfectly…” You murmured, an look of absolute wonder on your face. “Did you suddenly decide to change your career to being a chef? Was I gone that long?”

“What- no.” He retorted. “This is something I made for no reason. I have no need for eating, so you… you may have it, I suppose.”

“For no reason, I see…” You nodded sagely, obviously not buying his excuse. “But just for the record, I want you to know that I missed you too.”

All the pent-up tension in him melted away like snow- you missed him too? You had missed him?

Your spoon mixed the dessert together almost rhythmically, acting as a beat to the tune of your voice. “I missed you a lot, although it’s a little embarrassing to admit it aloud.” You looked up to give him a sheepish grin. “Even if it was fun to go around and meet new people, I couldn’t stop thinking of you— eugh, wait, that sounds so cliche.”

Hastily, you shoved a spoonful of halo-halo in your mouth before you could say anything even more embarrassing.

Xiao’s heart leapt into his throat. “How… how does it taste?”

You closed your eyes as you chewed, savoring the flavours in deep concentration. “It’s sweet. Not too much and not too little— just the perfect amount. However…”

Beckoning Xiao to lean closer, an unreadable expression twisted your face. He prepared himself to hear the worst; that it was disgusting, it looked strange, he had used spoiled milk— all the worst possible scenarios filled his mind.

But instead of the harsh reprimand he was expecting, a warm whisper breezed into his ear as you murmured, “I still don’t think it’s as sweet as you, Xiao.”

Eh…?

His mind went completely blank, unable to process what he had just heard. A strange warmth filled his chest and rose to his face- could he be—?

“Are you blushing?” Your voice took on a more playful lilt. “Come on, I only told you the absolute truth.”

Xiao ducked his head in an attempt to hide from your observant eyes, but it was too late; you had already seen the faint blush creeping up his face and neck. You giggled slightly, presumably at his unusually shy behaviour.

“It’s a nice day to eat halo-halo outside, Xiao.” In one fluid movement you caught his hand up in yours, swinging it back and forth slightly as you grinned at him. “Shall we go upstairs? It would taste better if we ate it together.”

He could only nod dumbly in reply, his thoughts in complete disarray and distraction at the sight of your smiling face.

——

Peeping from around the corner, Smiley Yanxiao, Huai’an and Verr Goldet had somehow miraculously escaped detection as they spied upon- er, observed the exchange between you and Xiao.

“It’s all coming together now,” Verr Goldet muttered. Her hunch had been right all along, but she still couldn’t help but feel absolutely blown out of the water by this revelation. “I had an idea when their visits started to sync up a little too often, but I still can’t believe I was right…”

“Ah, young love.” Huai’an slipped an arm around his wife’s shoulders, giving her a light squeeze. “Reminds me of how we were when I first started courting you.”

Smiley Yanxiao said nothing, but his slack-jawed expression was all he needed to express his shock. The three of them exchanged glances among each other and silently tiptoed away, leaving the couple to enjoy the time they had with each other.

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ggukkiedae · 3 years

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Hiii! Could I req a drabble of each of the members’ favorite gift from Miya? (Sorry im in the bday mood bc its yoongi day rn 😅)

hmmmm i’m not sure about drabbles right now bc my mind is currently focused on the collab between the three girls and my exam season, buuuuut i’ll list down their fave gifts bc i want to answer this by today aksjdhf

seokjin’s favorite gift from yoonmi is a matching pajama set. it may seem like nothing much, but he loves what it comes along with. they spend a lot of time around the dorm or sometimes even on tour in those matching pajama sets and cooking together or just while seokjin’s helping her with work or school stuff

yoongi absolutely loves the wallet he made for her. she had crafted it when she was young with taehyung and the worker’s help. he uses it always and keeps a polaroid of the two of them in it. it wasn’t the best quality, but it holds together, and it has yoonmi’s love

hoseok was pleasantly surprised with what she gave him. she does have a hard time with drawing and painting and all that, bur she got jungkook’s help and customized a pair of sneakers for hoseok. she drew little suns and flowers with smiley faces. he only ever uses it on special occasions (i.e. cns filming)

namjoon won’t admit it, but his favorite plant is the bonsai yoonmi had got for him. It was in a pot that she had made when they went to a pottery workshop together. he didn’t know she made it for him until she gave it to him with a bonsai and a few extra decorations she had stuck onto it

jimin and yoonmi have a tradition of getting each other a new sweater every birthday. usually they both try to keep it not expensive and with smaller brands to support local vendors, but yoonmi in 2016 gifted jimin with an expensive gucci sweater that he had been looking at for a while. he didn’t know how she found out, but it means a lot to him

taehyung was surprised to come home from a schedule on his birthday to an easel and a series of acrylics and oil paints with two canvases and a set of brushes set up in his room. she had been supporting his love for art since predebut, so it was nice to get his first easel and art supplies from her. he painted an abstract and colorful piece for her saying it represented her

jungkook and yoonmi usually give each other gifts that they made themselves, and it’s usually hard for them to keep it a secret from each other. he knows she had a hard time with visual arts, too, so he was surprised when she gave him a framed drawing of the two of them, colored in and all. he keeps it by his bedside always, knowing she probably spent weeks making it perfect (it would have been perfect to him no matter what, but yoonmi had high expectations for herself)

#yoonmi.misc #yoonmi.request

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queenangst · 4 years

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Deku didn't tell anyone when his bday was because of bad memories, but he gets happily surprised?

Anonymous said: Class 1a doing a birth-day party for izuku who don't now?

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invitation [read on AO3]

“Izuku,” Mom was saying, “we can get you a cake this weekend, are you sure you don’t want one? And invite your friends—”

“No,” Izuku blurted.

He kicked his dorm room door shut behind him, slipping off his bag and setting it down.

“No, um—thanks, Mom, it’s- it’s okay,” he finished, and hoped she couldn’t hear the way his heart was twisting painfully in his chest. “I- I’ll come home by myself, you know, spend some time with you…”

“Oh, Izuku…” Mom sniffled. “Are you sure? I know you’ve been busy, I just don’t want you to feel like your birthday isn’t special.”

“You’re enough, Mom,” Izuku told her, and smiled though she couldn’t see him. “There isn’t really time to celebrate right now, anyway.”

“There’s always time for you,” Mom said. “Have a good rest of the day, okay, baby? I’ll make you katsudon on Saturday.”

“Okay, Mom. Thanks, Mom.”

“I love you,” she said, and Izuku imagined her wrapping her arms around him.

“Yeah,” he managed in response. “Okay, bye.”

The phone clicked. Izuku sighed, shutting his phone off and slumping into his chair.

He didn’t like birthdays. He didn’t like celebrating birthdays, because no one cared about Izuku’s birthday, about the stupid, Quirkless kid of Aldera—

Izuku kicked at his desk. Stared at the edge of it blankly for a moment.

Sixteen. He’d made it to sixteen. And he’d fought for it, fought for this spot, this room.

Everyone laughed when Izuku handed out invitations to his birthday party.

The day Izuku turned ten, he’d looked up an article about Quirkless discrimination. Fifteen percent of young Quirkless people attempt suicide between the ages of sixteen and twenty-four. He hadn’t meant to read it, but once he started he hadn’t been able to stop looking at the numbers, the statistics. Izuku was a number. Approximately twenty-three percent of Quirkless adolescents experience depression. Quirkless people are more likely to—

Izuku’s wishes never came true.

Two years ago, Izuku had still been Quirkless. He kicked at the desk again.

No one wants to go to a Quirkless birthday party.

Hero-themed. No one came. Izuku helped Mom set up streamers and balloons around the house. No one came. They ate cake alone, two forks cutting silently.

Stop crying, Dad had said when he’d called in from America. It was the next morning over there, and Dad looked tired and cranky. It’s your birthday. Grow up.

Someone pounded on the door. Izuku jerked, startled.

“Uh—”

“It’s me, nerd,” Kacchan called. “Open it in the next five seconds or I’m blasting the door off its hinges.”

Izuku scrambled for the door. “That’s a violation of the safety codes, Kacchan.”

“It’s not,” Kacchan said, then shoved something at Izuku. His face was pinched. “There.”

“What- what—”

Kacchan rolled his eyes. “Forget your own birthday?”

Izuku looked down at the small box. The wrapping was All-Might themed with gold and silver stripes; Izuku gaped at it.

“You got me… a gift?”

“Alright, I’m leaving,” Kacchan said, “I don’t want to see your face anymore. Don’t miss the study session tomorrow afternoon or I’ll drag you to the library myself, got it?”

“Kacchan!”

Izuku gently unstuck the wrapping paper and cracked the box open. In it was a simple green composition book; in the rectangle where the titles were supposed to go Kacchan had written DEKU - HERO ANALYSIS but had left some space underneath.

He thought of Kacchan marching on the playground. I’m not going to your stupid birthday party. And now Kacchan had—

“Crybaby,” Kacchan said. He hadn’t left, and was watching him with half-lidded eyes as Izuku started crying. “Open the cover.”

Izuku held the notebook so the tears would miss it and turned the book, revealing the inner cover. He saw All Might’s signature first, written in the center with a smiley face next to it. Then he saw all of the teachers—all of his heroes—surrounding it. Even Aizawa-sensei had signed it with Eraserhead.

“You—”

Kacchan huffed. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Kacchan…”

“And don’t skip dinner,” Kacchan said, chopping his hand in the air. “Exit Light told me to tell you not to.”

Izuku gently closed the notebook. He thought of Kacchan, hands pulsing with explosions in middle school; then thought of Kacchan now, carefully approaching the teachers and asking them to write their names.

He swallowed painfully.

“Tha- thank you, Kacchan.”

Kacchan grunted. “Whatever.”

Kacchan remembered. And got him a present. Izuku set the box and notebook on his desk, then wiped at his eyes. He didn’t need to celebrate, not with this reminder that what he’d always wanted—friendship—was rebuilding itself brick by lonely brick.

He did go to dinner, because Kacchan said that Iida said so, and Izuku wasn’t keen on disappointing his friend. The commons room was unusually busy; most of them tended to eat dinner on their own, and the whole class quieted when Izuku walked in.

“Um,” Izuku said, taking a step back. “Did I do something?”

Kirishima was the first to move, leaping up from his seat and whooping.

“Dude,” he yelled, “it’s your birthday!”

He held out his hand, waiting, and after a moment Izuku let himself be led to the table where a meal had already been made. Uraraka beamed at him when he sat down, and Iida adjusted his glasses and nodded as he directed everyone to their seats. Everyone was here—even Kacchan, who slunk in and sat as far away as possible.

“Guys,” Izuku said, voice cracking.

There were streamers of all colors taped to the ceiling and balloons. In the center of the table was a card, which Todoroki picked up and passed down to him.

You’re Invited, the card read. Izuku didn’t know why he laughed, but he did, pressing a hand to his mouth as he flipped the card open and saw all of his friends wishing him a happy birthday.

“We were informed by an anonymous source that it was your birthday, Midoriya,” Iida called. “Sorry it’s so last-minute, but we hope you like— Midoriya?”

Izuku covered his face with his hands and cried. Uraraka, after a moment, squeezed his arm.

“I— thank you…”

“Happy birthday!”

Izuku pulled his hands free and laughed, wiping at his eyes. He looked over towards Kacchan, who held his gaze then dropped it. “Sorry. Thank you, everyone. I, um, I— I didn’t expect.. Thank you.”

“You’re our friend!”

“You didn’t think we were going to let you celebrate alone, did you?” Uraraka asked.

I wasn’t expecting it. I didn’t think anyone cared. A simple box, wrapped in All Might-themed paper; a card, with You’re Invited; a crowd of smiling faces. He hadn’t wished for it, but it’d happened anyway.

After dinner and the loud, busy conversation they had cake, passing around forks, and Izuku cut into his slice and stuffed frosting into his mouth. It was sweet. He looked up, and saw himself surrounded by people who’d thought of him, and smiled.

#asks #30 min fics #my fanfic #bnha #bnha fanfic #izuku #class 1a #anonymous

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lanamemories2 · 4 years

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Startled by the sound of his door opening, Lana turned after making her last adjustments. She’d been hanging his birthday gift by his window, a prime spot for the breeze to stir if the latch was undone. Strung up on a homemade mobile, one she’d recruited the help of various minions to make, dangled twelve separate origami animals, each a different colour. All had a personalised message from one of Dom’s friends, if you spread the paper flat to read them.

Ducky’s said ‘cool guy :)’ and was folded into a bear. Navy white pinstripe.

Philly’s only had a little goblin doodled on holding a fistful of socks. The paper was an expensive kind, white with mint and lilac glitter. Folded into a caterpillar. Lana liked this one because caterpillar’s have butterflies inside them and she feels the magic in Philly is sourly overlooked by the general population -- she’s the most likely person Lana knows to sprout wings and fly away.

Viktor’s was far too explicit with a recurring mention of cock. It could not be included in the gift.

Maggie’s was a wolf. Lana drew a little smiley face below the snout that wasn’t quite fitting, but it felt friendlier, that way, more Maggie -- paired with a dainty floral paper, too. It had a quote written on from Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. “She rested her head against his and felt, for the first time, what she would often feel with him: a self-affection. He made her like herself.” It finished with “love you, Maggie x”.

Marlowe’s was a tiger. Flame orange, eye catching. On it, it said: ‘anyone who's put up with my shit for almost four years deserves a medal of some kind... like pinned to their lapel and personally engraved and everything. i got outbid on ebay so I don't have a fancy medal to give you...so instead i'll just say, you're a good guy dom evans! and I hope you have a fucking awesome birthday man. if anyone deserves only good things its you :)‘.

Rosa’s was folded into a monkey. Pink paper, in the end, because Rosa makes Lana think of love and blushing and sunsets. ‘dom i can't believe you're 23 today, you're an old man now!!! when i was just an embarrassing 12 year old and made those happy 15th bday shirts for you i was so obsessed with you because a small part of you thought you were an angel on earth and you'd come to protect me but it's nice to know now that we can protect each other. i'm still going to wear those 15th bday shirts for the rest of the week so everyone knows, i think your life is the most celebration worthy thing in existence. and if you want to know i am, in fact, hoping that i never marry so that by the time i'm 35 we can just run off together, preferably with franklin in tow, and have a worry free life, it's what you deserve. i love you forever dominic james evans!!!‘

Kasey’s was a fish in a pastel shade, sweet like a ripe peach. ‘Happy birthday Dom, you're the best of the best!!‘

Jude’s was a sloth. Deeper blue. Lana hassled him to write Dom one despite the fact they aren’t even particularly close. On it, he wrote: ‘Dunno you that well but you seem alright. Lana’s pacing as I write, clearly riled her up enough. Saw your ass in full view, high definition. Was decent. Good work soldier. Back to the trenches. Happy birth and shit.’.

Gunner’s was a dog. She did her best to capture the essence of a golden retriever with yellow paper, given that this was his family pet’s breed. Notably, she drew a very large dick onto the origami between it’s legs -- assuring Gunner Paxton’s legacy wasn’t overlooked. ‘in first year i had a hard time making friends and you saw me struggling in the caf when i sprained my wrist so you offered to help me cut up my food and i thought it was weird but it was the first time a stranger showed me care in such a specific way now i always feel cared for with you and it's nice so thanks for being you and happy bday‘.

Jack’s was a lion. Below the paper mane Lana wrote ‘NOT UGLY’ in small, block font, almost fashioned like a collar. The paper was faded black and white, referee striped -- tribute to his time coaching little league. Unfolded, it says: ‘dearest cousin Dominic, you are my favorite cousin even when you peed on me that one time at the beach because you said it would keep the jellyfish away. thank you for always throwing the football around with me and even being okay with it if i threw it too hard and it hit your nose and made it bleed and we had to tell my dad you tripped over a rock. happy birthday let’s get fucked! Love Your Best Friend, Jack Hall :P’.

Will’s was a shark, folded from paper slicked to look like an oil spill, gleaming in the light -- dark and technicolour, all at once. Lana drew sunglasses over the eyes. ‘sorry i tried to dye your hair purple that one time. you're kind of great even if statistically you shouldn't be since you're an RA. that's fucking bizarre of you, by the way. you seem to be one of those people that's genuinely good which is also fucking bizarre but i figure if anyone around here deserves a good year, it's you. happy fucking birthday don't die xoxo‘

Marla’s was a pigeon. Oxblood red. She wanted a vicious city-dwelling creature that feasted on the flesh of abandoned McDonald’s fries. ‘you are more worthy than a thousand plates of ikea meatballs. you can seize life by the balls. the meatballs. extended meatball metaphor. you are a leaf floating on an amber river. you are a cherry blossom caught in a ceiling fan. if auras existed yours would be INCREDIBLY fucking sexy. you will live a long life and father approximately 333.3 children.’

Noah’s was a sky blue dog with a doodled strand of wheat from it’s mouth. ‘hey man happy birthday :) not to get all sappy but im really grateful to know you. don't know if luck is real but if it is, hope this brings you some of the best of it there is’. A drawing of a little four leaf clover after the message.

There was a thirteenth string without anything attached and Lana almost took it as an omen of how unlucky it was, her opening up in this way, how much she’d come to see it as a curse. But she held it in her hands, anyway. A swan as white as the Betta fish she’d pointed out as him at the aquarium. Wishing star white. Whiter than an angel. The most Dom paper she could think to fold it from, when she woke up and realised she’d been dreaming about him.

“Hey,” she breathed with a laugh, cat burglar caught with the ruby in gloved hands. By all practical accounts, she’d broken and entered. “Charmed my way in. Wanted to, um... Was meant to be a surprise, like, an in and out job, and... I told some other RA Gunner left his inhaler here and he went all crazed, like, Action Man, whipping out a master key. Totally Oscar worthy. Should probably... let him know Gunner isn’t dead, later, but. Wanted to give you your present. It’s, um... I mean, it’s everyone,” came as she sifted gently at Philly’s caterpillar, smile bubbling to the surface. “I got them all to write you stuff. It isn’t, like, crazy, or anything, but.” Lana wet her lips, excitement overflowing -- she couldn’t seem to smother her smile. “This... is mine.” That did it. It faded as her eyes dropped. She pinched the swan delicately in both hands, then, blood rushing in her ears -- it provided amusing contrast, the coy blush in her cheeks with the devil horns she’d slid into her hair, a costume nobody had asked for. “Kinda wrote it... a while ago. It’s -- I don’t know,” she second guessed, laughing again at how dumb she was sure she sounded. Gestures like this always scared her, when she really meant them, felt like far too much. “You can read it, if you wanna.” @domfm

#c: dom #ok. disclaimed 2 all on the dash bc i already privately told ella this. this starter is insanely long bt its gna shrink in size sm this isnt #the actual thread length. i jst cldnt avoid writing a lot w the nature of. the gift...n desc......#ok.... thank u... apologies........to all #long post tw

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Oh No (A Soy Luna Next Gen Fanfic)

This is the long deserved update! And not just any, nope, let's hear Andrés POV.

Also today is Stella's bday (well, in 7 years, imao) so yay!

Have fun reading!!!

10. Bodyguard

Stella hadn’t been the only one who had gotten up earlier. In another part of the city, Andrés slowly opened the door of his room, careful to not make sudden movements. He had already made it halfway down the stairs when he noticed that the light was switched on in the living room, illuminating the lower half of the staircase.

Andrés stopped dead in his tracks. His mother and sister shouldn’t be up for another hour, so it could only be his father that was awake. Andrés’ lips pressed into a hard line. Management, or the devil, as the teenage boy liked to call it, had probably already demanded damage control.

He didn’t bother to be quiet anymore, soon standing in the living room. At first his father said nothing, too preoccupied with drinking his coffee. “Good morning,” Pedro then said with a smile, putting down the blue mug. Andrés’ brow ceased. “Morning,” he replied way less enthusiastically. He just stood there, waiting for his father to address what happened with Stella yesterday, but he didn’t.

Pedro’s eyes wandered from his already school dressed son to the clock. “Why are you up so early?” Trying to avoid WWIII.

Andrés could ask him the same question, but he didn’t, as the reason didn’t really interest him. “I’ll have to meet up with a few classmates for a project. They don’t want to stay after school, so we have to discuss it before classes begin,” he lied swiftly, having constructed his words last night. His father nodded, totally believing the lie, gaze on the clock again.

“But you still have time for breakfast, right?” His look was a tad too concerned.

“Not really,” Andrés was already slinging his black backpack over his left shoulder. “I have to take two buses earlier if I want to be there on time,” he continued.

“But I prepared a little breakfast that’s right in here.” He turned a bit to the left so his father could see the backpack. “So, no need to worry, Mom,” Andrés teased with a small grin.

“Be glad I’m sitting here and not your mother.” His father had a point there. Mom was definitely not as easy to lie to and she would have forced him to have breakfast, no ifs or buts would have been accepted. How reassuring, indeed.

“On another day I would have offered to you to drive you there, but management called. They’ve booked us more hours in the studio, they want the new album to be finished by May,” Pedro explained why he was already sipping his second coffee.

Andrés rolled his eyes at that. Rollerband’s management really had surreal deadlines sometimes. “Splendid,” was his comment.

“So, what’s this project about?” Pedro asked, while pouring more milk into his coffee. “It’s for history,” Andrés answered, as his first two lessons really were history today, but he more tense now. He didn’t like this where this conversation was going. At all.

“History, huh?” his father questioned rather amused. “Is the topic Ancient Rome?”

The tone Pedro had used let the alarm bells in Andrés’ head ring. That had been clearly too amused, too knowing.

“And are you sure the class is not chemistry?” Pedro added mercilessly. It was in this moment that Andrés realized that his father knew exactly what had happened yesterday.

He sighed out of annoyance. This was just unnecessary. “So, you know,” the teenager stated plainly. "Well, yes," Pedro laughed, "it's hard not to. Your behaviour was too strange last night and Gastón bombarded the group chat soon after. Besides, you seemed happier the last few weeks, figured it had to do with your new skating partner. Seems like was right."

The grin Andrés received was unnerving.

He crossed his arms. “And what does the devil want?” That call surely hadn’t been just about more studio hours. “Don’t use that name for them. They’re the reason you’re living in this house,” Pedro chided.

“It’s because you and your bandmates can sing,” Andrés pointed out the obvious. Pedro ignored his son’s sarcastic words.

"And they might thank you, actually," the drummer added. “Why would they do that?" Andrés asked, voice full of suspicion. "Turns out Rollerband is trending everywhere - along with that ship name of yours.”

“Stella and I got chased through half Buenos Aires and all they care about is popularity?” Andrés asked, the anger he felt echoing in his words.

“I’m not saying what the paparazzi did was okay, but publicity like this is still good publicity. And don’t you think good news from you will make them more amicable towards you?” Pedro had chosen his words carefully, but to no avail.

Andrés now wished his mom was already up, while it sometimes could be a little embarrassing how protective she was of him and Marina, he knew she would always be on his side, no matter what. His dad was too much of a people pleaser to truly pick one side, which for Andrés felt like as if he wasn’t on his side at all. And that hurt. A lot.

“Glad I could help," Andrés' tone reeked of sarcasm, disliking that his personal life was benefitting his father’s band in any way. He was sure the devil was ecstatic, finally some good news from him. The teenager sometimes felt as if they disapproved of everything he did just on principle. It was almost like they needed to have a black sheep among the Rollerband kids. Andrés had no problem being the scapegoat, he didn’t care what everyone, and especially them, thought about him.

A bitter taste started to spread in his mouth. He wished it was from his own coffee.

“If they even try to suggest anything regarding seeing Stella I will stand in their office before they can even end the call.” Andrés warned, meaning every word of it.

A knowing grin hushed over Pedro’s features. “You really must like her.”

Like? Andrés almost scoffed. He had always thought Stella was pretty, his confusing feelings towards her only getting stronger over the years, so he had started to skip the birthday celebrations both attended by their families, no excuse too outlandish for him.

Still, he had been absolutely thrilled when Tamara had told him his skating partner was going to be Stella. His best friend Fabián had asked him if he could drop that smiley face the next day during school, saying it was honestly a bit creepy.

Andrés hadn’t been bothered, to engulfed with the idea that the universe was giving him more or less a second chance with Stella. He had to make up for the lost time and talk to her. And talk to her Andrés did. He was like the moth drawn to her fire. He couldn't really explain it - nor did he want to, he hated it when people knew too much about him.

The silence of his son only let the grin on Pedro’s face only grow bigger.

“I really should get going now.”

“One more thing,” added Pedro hastily. Andrés stopped walking and leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms, expecting the worst. If this was his father’s attempt to give him the talk, he was already failing miserably.

"Will you attend Stella’s quinceañera? Because, well, your mother and I expected you to be busy that day," he explained, a shark-like grin making its way to his face, "But in turn of recent events..."

“I don’t think her dad would like that,” Andrés dodged the question. Unless he was absolutely sure what he and Stella were exactly he would refrain from making such statements.

"Speaking of Matteo…” His father bursted into laughter, “do you want a bodyguard?"

Instead of an answer Pedro got an annoyed sigh. “Bye, Dad!” Andrés began walking down the stairs. "You can bring her over for dinner anytime," his father yelled after him. And while Andrés had rolled his eyes at the statement, he was secretly glad that he had his father’s approval.

It didn’t take him long to reach the bus station. When the bus arrived, he managed to get a seat in the back. This bus was less full than the one he normally took, still could feel the stares on him.

With his phone already in hand, Andrés went on twitter, trying to distract himself.

At first there only pictures and various “Oh my god, I knew it!” reactions. Andrés couldn’t help but grin at the photos. Though, he was almost a bit disappointed that the hickey was covered by Stella’s hair.

While he told himself that the hickey had been a pure product of heat of the moment, he knew deep down that the unbelievable audacity of Lola bringing up Stella’s childhood crush on Luis had contributed as well.

Andrés scrolled further down, seeing a tweet he wished he could bleach from his brain.

I bet it’s a stunt. Their fathers are probably working on a song right now.

He exited the app immediately after. The teenager suddenly had the strong urge to text his father, asking if such a project was on the horizon. With Rollerband’s management it even could be planned at this very moment.

"I hate this band," he muttered lowly, no trace of sarcasm in his voice.

Andrés had always despised it that his private life was so out in the open, but now he had to read someone invalidating his feelings, saying it was only for publicity, and that was way worse. Andrés blocked the account, not caring if management would throw a fit later.

He focused on the pictures again, the uneasy feeling soon gone.

The teenager almost missed his stop, too busy writing Stella a text. He walked towards the school and stopped near the entrance, checking for a reply from Stella.

Soon he was joined by other pupils, the stares resurfacing. Thankfully, the bus containing his friends, well, he would only consider Fabián a friend, the rest were better descried as acquaintances, arrived.

The group of 4 people made its way towards him. “So, what happened with Stella?” Alicia was the first to speak. “Not even a hello?” Andrés started, “also, what makes you think I’ll tell you anything?”

“See? I told you!” Fabián grinned. In fact, he hadn’t told them much. Alicia had already questioned him on their ride to school, but Navarro had remained silent. The blonde waved him off with her hand. “Whatever. Twitter basically exploded. I want details.”

Andrés suppressed a groan. He had escaped his sister for this?

“God, you sound like my mom,” Eloísa complained. “She’s in gossip mode,” Rafael explained his sister’s behaviour. “As much as I hate to disappoint, you won’t get any details.” Andrés ruined Alicia’s hopes of getting insider information.

"I mean, I don't even want to know.” Rafael scrunched his nose up. Eloísa held her hand up. "Same," the redhead agreed. Both were now receiving a glare from Alicia.

"But is it true that the paparazzi chased you two?" Alicia still asked. “They did and let's just say that they didn't catch everything," was all Andrés said, a slight grin appearing on lips.

"No wonder you're so pleased," Fabián realized, knowing how much joy it brought his friend to mess with the paparazzi.

“Wait, what did they-“ Andrés ignored the rest of Alicia’s sentence, his phone vibrating in his left pocket. He fished it out, seeing Stella's reply. "Oh my god, someone take a photo. You can see the dimples," Rafael exclaimed rather loudly, earning a pointed look from the black-haired boy. "I'm sorry, Andrés, but you're so gone," Alicia laughed.

“You'd make a great couple, though," Rafael then chuckled. Andrés sighed annoyed. Álvarez really had no tact whatsoever. Of course, once he had finally truly forgotten about it, Rafael had to bring it up again.

He had lost more sleep over this than he'd like to admit. However, he was relieved that the younger boy thought that. Less competition.

"If I'm still alive after today," Andrés commented, thinking of his father’s words. "Hey, if I survived Eloísa's dad, you can do this," Fabián tried to encourage his friend, but quickly looked over to his girlfriend, "no offence." Eloísa just shrugged, lips twitching into something that could be considered a smirk, "It's fine. He said he did go easy on you, though." All colour drained from Fabián's face, "Easy? I wanted to die the entire time!" he exclaimed truthfully.

"But unlike me, Andrés can throw some witty comebacks," Fabián then said, trying to encourage Andrés. "Honestly, I think that would only speed up the process," Alicia mused.

"I'm still here, you know," Andrés stated annoyed. “Actually, nevermind, class starts soon. See you all later.” Various goodbyes were said in his direction, Andrés disappearing in in the school building.

#fic: oh no #soy luna #soy luna next gen

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ryleejaybyrd · 7 years

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ANSWER ALL THE EVENS BWAHAHA

Jesus christ Taylor XD Nobody cares but here I go!!!!!!!

lol like how I tried to play it off cool but I’m actually super stoked rn

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

Yes and no... for like the first day of winter when it’s all pretty and pristine but when it get’s to the point of ‘fuck me do i still have toes?’ I’m over it.

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

I like my coffee with french vanilla creamer and lovingly call it my princess froofroo bullshit drink. On the tea side of things I like herbal without anything added becuase I feel like a fairy drinking flower water.

6: do you keep plants?

I love thinking I could, but the only plant I haven’t killed is the one that I keep in my papa’s sunroom where I’m never anywhere near it because everything I touch dies screaming.

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

Is internal screaming a viable medium? I like to think I can write, but that’s still under investigation

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

I’m all over the place, you can usual tell by my hair tho. Seeing as it sticks straight up on whichever side I sleep on.

12: what's your favorite planet?

Jupiter!! It has all those awesome moons that are v cool.

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?Hmmmmm, it’d probably be a homey mess of books, fandom knicknacks and random coffee mugs with random socks laying everywhere. (there may or may not be a smiley face painted on the wall that is outlined with bullets.. crazy night..)

16: what's your favorite pasta dish?

I’m very uncultured so spaghetti is how imma roll

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

oh god, you mean every other moment I’m in their presence? My shining moment would probably be when I had a minor stroke after getting v excited about making cinnamon pancakes for @klskipper13 and I stuttered so bad I said “ Cinininamonon pancancancakes”

20: what's your favorite eye color?

Probably green!

22: are you a morning person?

HAHAHAHA. that’s cute

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

Honestly I’m a pretty open person? I’ll tell anyone anything, especially if I think it’ll make them laugh.

26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

YOU MEAN THE ONES THAT JUST BROKE AND I’M STILL GRIEVING OVER. They’re brown combat boots that go to just under my knee with laces all the way up. I lovingly named them my Katniss boots, may they rest in peace.

28: sunrise or sunset?

I like the idea of sunrise. There’s just something about beginnings that make me all poetic and shit

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

Yup, 100% when my friend and I got busted after drinking at her mormon grandmothers house. In retrospect, probably should have done it elsewhere.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

At my 13th bday party my friends and I were staying at a house on a golf course and we streaked nude up and down the 18th hole. Till this day I wonder if they had surveillance cameras.

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

It was a doe deer beanie baby named Whisper. She was that stuffed animal that went everywhere with me. At age 12 I lost her somewhere at my cousins house and am still sad about it till this day. She had one eye and a pink nail polish stain on her chest. Bonus story: my oldest friend @haleygalik had that same beanie baby and gave it to me since I was so upset about losing mine. I still have Whisper 2.0 till this day

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now?Right now? Uuhh, I’m not sure tbh. I’m kinda feeling serene so something celticy. I’m also uncultured in music.

38: tell us about your pet peeves!

Dogs that beg when you try to eat. My dad passed that down to me. I will literally stare a dog straight in the eye and eat slowly. Don’t get me wrong, I love dogs more then humans, but that bothers me. I also get very twitchy when a computer desktop is just full of icons (yes I’m talking about you Tay.)

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you?

I have this wedding band set that I found when my great grandma jay passed away. I think it was her wedding rings, but I never knew for sure. I wish I knew their story more then anything.

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

There’s a shop that’s in our town called grump monkey. Its small and kinda modern themed but still comfy.

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?Hmmm, probably when I was swimming in the ocean last November. The ocean is my home.

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.

The fact that Barbara Dunkelman from Rooster Teeth is so bad at puns she gave herself the title Barbara Punkelman....

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

Being abducted by one of the aliens from Signs. Well duh.

50: what's an odd thing you collect?

Tbh I don’t collect anything really... but I do have a thing about small intricate boxes and bottles. I don’t usually keep them long tho. I move a lot.

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

The only one I’ve noticed is the thing with the cowboy hat. I’m not the most observant

54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

I just saw a friend of my mom’s who’s brother passed away, that was rough.

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?

It is so great when people talk with their hands more and more as they get excited. The best story tellers look like they’re being pulled around by a drunk marionette person.

58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?

@brigadepuppy is probably the wine mom, and @klskipper13 is the vodka aunt who doesnt really drink but has a bottle thats filled with water so people wont nag her to drink with them.

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

Robert Frost is my main bitch. His path diverging in a yellow wood will always be my fave. tho in english class we once read this poem about a lady who kept one of her lovers locked away in a hidden room and continued to sleep by the body even after the person died... to this day i cant find it anywhere. had something to do with roses. creepy as fuck but great.

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

Orange is the bomb!

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?

a black satin canvas speckled with the iridescence of millions of different cosmic lights

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

Oh! I really like colorful leaves and vines instead of flowers.

68: what's winter like where you live?

A mythic bitch. #upperleft

70: have you ever used a ouija board?

Fuck to the no. I like not being haunted thank you. Tho, I am 100% convinced a ghost named Tina haunts me. I’ve had flickering lights, random bangs, and things falling off shelfs happen every once in awhile. I’m surprisingly calm about it mostly.

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it?

Absolutely. Helps keep my mind clear too. If i write it down it’s not swirling around in my brain and distracting me. Once its tangible its easy to toss aside.

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

I have only two friends

Friend 1: My lil Asian

Friend 2: Lil Bitch

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't?

Oh for sure. I should be buying a ticket from Florida to New York, researching my trip to New Zealand, and double checking my bills are payed. HAHA NEXT QUESTION

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

I’m a fanclub! I have a lot of love for people I’ve never met

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

White, sadly. I didn’t, like I said. I move a lot.

82: are/were you good in school?

100% was a fly on the wall. Put in minimum effort and left with a 3.5 GPA cuz our school system is a joke.

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

Yas!~ I want to do my Harry Potter house with my friends and something to do with space/the ocean or mythical creatures

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?

Uh sure, I totally know what those are and they’re great...

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

The lil animatic videos people are doing for musicals! I love them so much!!! For example @galactibun and @raythrill do some really neat ones! (or at least I’m pretty sure they do??? I always see them blogging that style anyway)

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.

Austin! Mainly because Rooster Teeth, but also it was such a vibrant place! I would like to live their someday.

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

All the cheese. It’s cheese with a side of pasta. I love cheese.

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

My Aunt Kelly!

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? 100% procrastinator. They take forever.

98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

Way to long... uh probably last summer with a friends dog! Of course! Being outside is always cathartic

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

I’d go into the past! I’d miss so much if I were to skip ahead that I’d feel anxious I think.

Here you all go, XD thanks Tay, I appreciate you booboo

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beach-fairy · 5 years

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i was gonna meet a friend in the city for lunch today but she cancelled coz she wanted to work and its ok coz she cant work next week so she wants to make as much as she can now but it is nice outside and i was planning on fixing my yellow dress to wear and putting on make up but now all i got is a doctors appointment:( 4 buses and 2 trains today plus a lot of waiting around. i sent my sister a message to meet up soon i feel like a burden but i haven't seen her in a long time and i just added a lot of hearts and smiley faces to the message to seem as relaxed as possible but maybe tooo many and i came across as creepy idk:( if i could be friends with joel id hang out with him but he is probably busy with his new gf but i want him to be happy so its ok i guess:( ill just work on this sewing thing im making for my sisters bday on sunday the sister who i think just finds me annoying also i think i lost a lot of the thread for it if thats the case then i won't make her present tonight at least i had a bad sleep last night and the night before so ill be asleep early tonight im so... complainy maybe i will go to the shops after the doctors and buy some dumplings for dinner thats like a lot of waiting around tho then i can get my old roommates bday present too the one who for months i thought hated me and now i still cant be too sure:)

#personal #ieven tho its annoying i gotta go out its probably for the best

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rkxeve · 7 years

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white night ✨

@rkjinwook:

[ backdated: march 14, 2017 ]

jinwook has always upheld his end of the deal in these annual valentine’s-white day festivities. he’s a romantic at heart, and not one to defy tradition either. distributing a cheap little pack of individually boxed chocolates throughout the day can go a long way in starting new conversations, reviving old friendships, and giving back to the important women in his life.

it’s not an eventful day aside from the chocolate though, and jinwook stays past schedules that night — the extra modeling classes have him falling farther behind than usual. he readily packs up when jinri pokes her head into the studio.

“hey, it’s late,” he muses. a legitimate concern, but voiced mostly for the benefit of the walls’ ears. “let’s walk together.” he stands and tosses jinri his last remaining candy, casual as anything. with a grin, jinwook flicks off the light and shuts the studio door behind them.

he unzips his backpack as they approach jinri’s building, warm from her company despite the wintry air. “i’ll see you tomorrow?” taking a step back from the entrance, jinwook produces a paper gift bag. it's tattered from being packed all day, but jinwook had been careful not to cause too much damage. he gives her a conservative smile and doesn’t say aloud what he really wants to. “…sleep well, okay?”

the bag contains only a small white teddy bear and a folded note. jinwook could have written an essay on what she means to him, and how she’s always been there for him these past few months, and how endlessly thankful he feels for that, but none of it had felt right for the occasion.

the note is brief and light-hearted, torn from his usual pocket journal. it’s written in pen, in legible handwriting, and void of misspellings - three giveaways that jinwook had drafted the words at least once in advance:

Coach ♕~~

I only kept calling you coach as a joke, but for some reason I can’t stop now. It reminds me of where we started. Makes me wonder how I managed to end up here– being a trainee, and now wishing my girlfriend a happy White Day with alllll of my heart♡

I know your bday is coming up anyway, but I saw this little guy at one of those pop-up stands. Too cute to ignoreㅠㅠ You can name him after me, and give him a kiss goodnight whenever I’m not around! ( smirk emoji )

preceding the parentheses is a little scribbled-out blob that one could only assume was his attempt to draw the smiley face on paper.

Love you always. ♡ Your starlight.

“it’s always late for us. that’s the trainee life, young padawan,” jinri jokes, catching the chocolate her boyfriend tosses her easily -- an impressive feat for her, actually. but he isn’t her boyfriend now -- right now they’re just friends, fellow trainees, a former coach and team member from last year’s season of the mgas. because while they’re within these walls, around anyone outside the smallest circle of their closest friends, they can’t be dating. it’s too much of a risk.

so even as they leave the building and walk the familiar route to her apartment, they chat only as friends, and neither of them make any move to initiate any kind of skinship. even if it is late at night, they can’t know who’s around to see.

when he hands her the bag at her door, she suspects she knows what it is, but she knows better than to bring anything up. it might be paranoid to be this cautious all the way up to her doorstep, but jinri thinks that it might not be possible to be too cautious in their situation.

so instead of kissing him goodnight like she wants to, she just takes the bag without comment and sends him a smile as she turns to enter the building. “yeah, see you tomorrow,” she says with a smile that she hopes is more friendly than flirty. “you too.”

once she’s upstairs in her room and away from any potentially prying eyes, she opens the bag and smiles because her suspicions were right -- it is her real white day present. she’d suspected all day that jinwook would have something else for her, since he was handing out those chocolates to all the girls around the building. ( it was still good chocolate, but jinri still gets an excited feeling in her chest at the thought of jinwook recognizing her specially, even if it is in secret. )

she grins at the sight of the teddy bear, immediately cuddling it to her chest with one arm, the soft fur of its head tickling her chin as she opens the card with her free hand. her grin only widens as she reads the note, tucking the lower half of her face into the bear’s white head as she bites her lip to try in vain to hold back the huge smile. he’s so cute, she thinks to herself. i’m so lucky to have him.

when she finishes with the note, she sets it aside and turns the bear around, holding him out in front of her and examining his face closely. “naming you jinwook would be too weird, and it’d make his ego too big,” she tells the bear, thinking of something else as she remembers the way jinwook signed the card. “your name is gonna be star.”

#[ uses this as a sphere reply heck yea ]#rkjinwook #p;jinwook #p;whitenight #sp;here #submission

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