Fuck I’m at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and I’m probably going to win a medal.
I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.
FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterday’s night “just for fun and because I don’t want any bagel to be mad with me”, and today’s afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.
When you got home it was as if time had righted itself, starting all over again. A part of you was in awe. You got a date with a cute guy. He wasn't just cute, he was smart and really funny. Oh, Puffy is going to love this. You walked into the apartment to see her on the couch. Ha, just the person you had been thinking of. Your roommate had just returned home from a trip a few hours ago but you still jumped to sit next to her. She smiled with a pleasant greeting and for a moment there was silence as her eyes met yours. She could always tell when something was added or even subtracted from your life, now was no exception.
“You're awfully happy for someone who was crying on the phone with me a few hours ago.” The woman's eyes narrowed when you smiled nervously. She was probably going to tell you to stay home. She had some pretty bad trust issues, so it wouldn't even surprise you if she claimed the cute guy from the light show was a murderer or something. You were scared of her opinion now that you think about it. She was always the more anxious with new people but the least likely to get hurt.
“I met a guy.”
“A guy?”
“A guy.”
“What kind of guy?”
“A cute one.”
“Oh really? How descriptive of you.” The woman tilted her head in mock annoyance. You smiled sheepishly at her body language before continuing the conversation any further.
“Well, he has pink hair and his body is really strong looking. His laugh sounds like a choking duck almost and he even snorts. He likes animals, he has a dog on top of all that. He's just my type.”
“Oh? How long have you known him?”
“Like three hours?”
“You have a high school girl level crush on a man you met three hours ago. Girl. Do you even know his name? Age? Where he works? Anything?”
“Uh, he's twenty-six?” The woman on the couch beside you let out a long and drawn-out sigh. She was exhausted by you and the hopeless romantic you were, the one who entirely believed in fate just a little too much. Yet Puffy simply shook her head in further disappointment as you explained you and him would be meeting up tomorrow at the same place.
“Fine, but keep your phone on and be safe. Okay?”
“Yes, mom.” You replied with a little laugh, causing your roommate to laugh with you. She waved a lazy goodbye before disappearing into her room for the rest of the night. The poor thing was probably exhausted having been on a 3-hour flight she nearly missed. You remember the frantic call as you helped her stay calm so she could focus. It had been just before the pink-haired man had appeared. You wouldn't sleep much that night like the giddy romantic you were. You felt like you were living the fairytale you'd wanted since you were a kid. The rest of the day was a blur, eating with Puffy and opening presents, singing Christmas karaoke horribly. It was a good Christmas this year for sure. You managed to even bake some cookies that tasted pretty good! They weren't the prettiest but you covered them in some edible glitter and they didn't look half bad anymore.
It didn't take very long for you to be back at the town square, eyes scanning the small crowd. Okay so maybe you got over-excited and got here a few minutes early. By a few minutes, you definitely mean a half hour. It was dumb, you knew it was. I mean you were an adult and not some giddy kid, but you were practically falling at the feet of some man you don't even know the name of. You felt silly, yes but you couldn't help it. You want a name to match his exceedingly pretty face. This little infatuation you seemed to both have with each other could end up going somewhere too! That is...if he feels as interested as you do. He probably does, right? I mean he wanted to see you again and even flirted with you, wait, was it flirting?
“Well, you're here early, hm?” Your heart fluttered rapidly in your chest as the man behind you spoke. Your head turned to be met with the same warm brown eyes and pink hair as yesterday. This time his hair was in a ponytail and he had a different scarf but God did he look just as handsome. You both silently admired each other for a second, eyes tracing over the gentle and soft curves. As if committing the glow of lights against each other's skin to memory.
“Maybe I am a little early, but you’re about ten minutes early yourself. Merry Christmas by the way. How’d the day with your brother go?” You spoke for the first time and his eyes instinctively flicked up to your eyes from where they had settled on your lips. You swallowed a little hard as he walked around the bench and sat beside you again.
“It was fine, Wilbur decided to get drunk and flirt with a salmon.”
“What?” You laughed in shock and his eyes met yours. A small and warm smile at your reaction, he seemed so unbelievably interested in the way you looked in this moment. You felt like heaven to him. A breath of fresh air. He wasn’t one to believe in soulmates but you might make him change his view.
“See, Wilbur and I went to eat at some restaurant we’ve never tried before. He ordered the salmon, got drunk, and flirted with the thing on his plate.”
“From the way you’re telling this story, this isn’t the first time he does something like this.”
“If he’s drunk he’ll flirt with anything or anyone, object or human, doesn’t matter.”
“I feel like he wouldn’t appreciate this story being told.”
“His fault for having an interesting enough story to tell.” You both laughed together this time, cheerful and full of an undeniable pull of energy from one another. It was so natural and yet his very presence left you near breathless. What a hopeless person you were, easily falling for him.
“Say, I brought something for you.” You grabbed your bag once the both of you had stopped laughing and pulled out the Tupperware in which you’d packed a few cookies you and Puffy had made. The tips of his ears and his cheeks turned a pale pink as his eyes locked onto the gift. You watched his eyes dilate just a little as he took the cookies from you and held them in his lap. His eyes didn’t leave the gift for a moment before meeting yours.
“You- You didn’t have to get me anything you know.”
“Well sure I did, you asked me out, it’s only fair I give you something in return.” You were met with silence as he stared with awe, his mouth slightly parted. You could tell he wasn’t the type to be this expressive so you took a mental picture of his face. You made sure to map out every little feature and twitch as he placed the cookies to his side carefully.
“You know since you gave me something it’s only fair to give you something too.”
“What? But we’re even now.”
“I always have to win.” His eyes flicked down to your lips for just a moment but you caught it. The action causing you to let out a slightly heavier breath. He leaned in just a bit, just close enough that you could feel his shallow breathing against your face. He smelled of peppermint and chocolate, oh god. Was he going to kiss you? You hoped so, you really did.
“You can call me Techno.” He mumbled and continued admiring you from up close. Your heart was wild and you were trying desperately to calm it down. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself and let him know exactly how easily he flustered you.
“It fits you. It's hard to explain in what way, but it does.” You let out a soft puff of air as he ever so slowly pulled away from you. He didn’t kiss you, sadly, but you know how his breath feels against your face and his lips look even softer up close. You lightly shook away the thought and let the conversation trail on as if nothing had happened. There were moments when one of you would end up making a slightly flirty comment but nothing big enough to make a move with.
“So I told Tommy the truth, he’d never be able to beat me.”
“Oh?”
“I studied fencing for four years, he’d only just learned how to correct his footwork at the time. He had no chance, like a lamb to the slaughter.”
“To think it all happened because you took his phone.” You laughed as if you had been there too. You could almost see it, an angry 14-year-old kid stomping around like he was five. You watched Techno as he gave you another once over, both of you again finding your eyes searching each other. You're not sure what he was looking for exactly but you knew what you were trying to find in his eyes. You wanted to see his real feelings for you. You wanted to know if he would be willing to try out a date or two more.
“Hey, do you wanna walk with me?” He asked as he slid the cookies you'd given him into the bag he’d brought. You're not entirely sure what was in the satchel but you didn't ask. There was definitely room for the Tupperware though so you didn't worry very much, there probably wasn't anything dangerous. You smiled and slid your bag on with a nod. You both stood and walked past the various lights around the vibrant lamp posts. A soft crunch below your feet as you made idle conversation. It reminded you of yesterday and the way he’d looked at you before you'd left.
“You wanna go in? I hear they have a killer light display?” You asked and tilted your head to the left where the snowy park was. He agreed and walked in with you. The icicles above your head glistened with lights of various colors, even the snow turning into a small rainbow. You both walked around for a while and admired the lights, being careful of the ice. Although you may or may not have tripped. It wasn't as embarrassing in front of Techno, even as he laughed, you felt yourself laughing too. You eventually stumbled to the center of the beautifully lit-up park to a massive tree. The entire thing was covered in ornaments and tinsel, it was absolutely beautiful. Yet when you turned to Techno he wasn't even looking at it.
He was looking at you. You swallowed hard as he walked closer to you, gently grabbing your arm and pulling you towards his taller figure. Your hands found his chest instantly. You were begging, no, pleading for it to be now. You're not sure you could mentally ask him to kiss you any louder than you currently were. If he didn't take the leap of faith then you would, this moment was too perfect to let pass. It would be a memory you'd always cherish even if you had to take control of the situation.
“You know, I'm not sure if it's the Christmas lights or maybe it's the blush on your cheeks, but I can't stop thinking about how good you look tonight. So you know I have to ask.”
Please say it, ask, do it. This wait has been killing you the entire time.
“Can I kiss you?” He whispered it almost breathlessly against you. One of his hands sliding to your lower back, the other cupping your cheek. His thumb tracing your cheekbone carefully, the action causing your heart to beat even faster. His heart was matching yours as it thumped wildly.
“Of course you can.” You replied in that same soft tone, eyes half-lidded as he leaned in. His lips connected with yours and the taste of chocolate was the first thing to invade your senses. Your hands sliding up from his chest and right onto his cheeks, you both held each other there. A few soft and slow kisses were shared like secrets between you both. A longing for this has been finally lifted off of you. You both pulled away, licking your lips from the chocolate flavor. The man laughed lightly and pressed his forehead against yours.
“You taste like sugar cookies.”
“And you taste like chocolate.”
“Something tells me we both enjoyed something sweet before we got here.” You smirked at his words and pulled your hands away from his warm cheeks.
“I guess so, you know, you should've kissed me earlier. You were so shy and nervous I thought you'd chicken out.” The man let out a small huff as he kissed your forehead in response.
“Says the one who eyed me up the second we met.”
“As if you didn't do the same!”
“Maybe, but can you blame me? Look at you.” He mumbled it as he pulled away just enough to make a point of looking you over. You laughed and pushed against him just a bit. So he was a flirt, good to know.
“By the way, I brought something for you too.” He opened his bag and pulled out a small box. You opened it to find a single piece of paper folded up neatly along with a cute little pig charm. You made a mental note to add it to your bag later as you opened the paper. There, written in a pretty scrawl, was a single sentence. Yet, it made you smile. He’d been just as nervous as you had.
‘Want to try this relationship out?’
“Oh definitely, but only if you pay for the horse-drawn carriage ride.”
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