#bday fics

[amazingmsme]

*falls from the ceiling* Hey there! Here's a lil something. Happpy Birthday! 🎂🎉

It had been a few weeks since the homecoming of the reigning king of Ithaca. It was a time of peace, a time of rest. Naturally, it was also the time for him and his son to bond.

Odysseus and Telemachus moved silently, their senses sharp, listening to the sounds and sights that wander in the woods. The air was rich with the scent of soil, and the occasional rustle of leaves hinted at the presence of elusive game. Odysseus watched his son closely, noting the way he moved, the determination in his eyes, and the thirst for the hunt.

Unfortunately, nothing came about. It was only the faint sounds of the wind that filled the silence in the woods.

"Damn it," Telemachus cursed under his breath. Odysseus looked at his son. The young man was frustrated, thinking they might journey back empty-handed.

"Have I ever told you that in my adolescence, I hunted a boar with my uncles?" Odysseus inquired, attempting to lift his spirits. "It was when I—"

"Got your scar on your thigh?" Telemachus was clearly unamused and focused on looking for tracks of game.

Odysseus frowned. "How did you know?"

"Mother told me," he fixed his bow, "and you have already as well."

"Ah, it seems memory is escaping me now." Odysseus chuckled. Telemachus didn't react. He lightheartedly pouted, trying to lighten his son's mood. That was when a mischievous idea began to form in his mind.

Odysseus suppressed a smile. "Telemachus," he said, his voice low, "have you ever heard of a terrifying beast that roams these woods?"

Telemachus looked at his father and raised his brow. "No, I haven't." Now his curiosity was piqued.

Odysseus feigned a grave expression. "It's a ruthless and merciless creature, son. It enjoys toying with its victims, relishing in their fear."

The hair on Telemachus' neck stood up, but he downplayed his forming dread. "Come now, father, there's no such creature that exists here. If there had been, it would have long been dead."

"Oh? Have you not heard? There have been recent rumors that this beast has returned."

His son scoffed. "You're lying."

Odysseus then walked away from his son, just to stir him a little. "Well, it's fine if you don't believe me. I'll just hunt it myself."

Telemachus caught up with his father, not wanting to be left alone with such a terrifying "creature." "Fine, what is it even called?"

Odysseus stopped in his tracks. "They call it," he turned and grinned at his poor, oblivious son, "the tickle monster."

Telemachus' eyes widened. Before Odysseus could grab him, he immediately ran as fast as he could. His father just stood there, giving him a head start. It was Odysseus' way of giving his hapless victims a delay, though it would all be inevitable.

Telemachus ran deeper into the woods. He didn't stop until he had put a large distance between himself and his father. He stopped, catching his breath for a few seconds. He heard rustling nearby and immediately hid behind one of the bushes. How did he get so fast here?

"Oh, Telemachus~ where are you?" Odysseus asked in a singsong voice.

No answer.

"Come out!" He laughed. "I'm not going to tickle you, I promise." That was a blatant lie.

Still no answer.

"Oh come now, Telemachus, it's getting late. Your mother is going to be worried." He said, lacing his voice with worry.

Telemachus slowly got out from his hiding spot. That's when Odysseus took the opportunity and pounced on him. They both tumbled to the ground. He pinned him down by the legs and wrestled with him, trying to get those tickling hands away from himself. Alas, the reigning king of Ithaca truly had a reputation not to be messed with. "NOHOHOHOHO LEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHO!"

"I'm not even touching you yet!" He chuckled.

"Pleahehease dohohon't tihihhihckle mehehe!" Telemachus tried pushing Odysseus away.

"Alright," he raised both of his hands and waved them, "I'm not going to tickle you with these hands."

Telemachus eyed his father suspiciously and raised a brow. What's this scheme now?

"But this will do." His face dove to Telemachus' ear and rubbed it with his beard.

"AAAHAHAHA STOOHOHP! PLEEHEHEHASE FAHHAHATHER I'M BEHEHEGING YOHOHOHOU!"

"Who? I'm not your father, I'm the tickle monster, rawr rawr rawr!" He playfully growled, rubbing his beard on his son's neck. Telemachus let out a shriek.

"Whahahat was that?" Odysseus couldn't help but laugh along.

"Shuhuhut uhuhup!"

"Okay." He stopped talking and making his little rawrs but continued to tickle Telemachus.

"Nohohot thhahahat! Thhehe tihihickling!"

"You gotta take down the tickle monster so it stops tickling you." Odysseus explained, almost encouraging him. This whole thing was absurd, Telemachus thought.

"Thhihiihss is rihihidiculohuhs!"

"Noooo, this is the tickle monster."

"STOHHOHOP MEHEHEHESSING AROHOHOUND WIHHIHITH MY WOHOHORDS!" Telemachus was mad at this point, but deep down he was enjoying this.

A memory flashed in Telemachus' mind in his helpless condition—a chance. He took this opportunity and squeezed Odysseus' thigh. He yelped before stumbling backwards. Telemachus crawled and towered over his father. He gave him another squeeze but this time at his hips.

"OHOOHOHO GOHOHOHODS!" Odysseus belly-laughed. Finally! Telemachus had the upper hand.

"Not so high and mighty now, huh, 'tickle monster'?" Telemachus grinned victoriously, mocking his dear old father.

"Ohohohohok Ihiihi yiehihihhheheld!"

"After what you did? No way!" He then moved up to Odysseus' sides.

"NOHOHOGO! PLEHEHEASE!" Odysseus squirmed.

"Oh, you're asking for more?" Telemachus skittered his hands up to his father's armpits.

"GOHOHOHOHODS NHOHOHO!" Odysseus couldn't stop laughing.

At some point, Telemachus had to stop because his father was running out of breath. He let him breathe.

"You're really a ruthless rascal," Odysseus said between gasps for air.

"Well, I learn from the best." Telemachus smirked. His father couldn't help but give a playful eye roll.

The sun was setting. It was getting late. Odysseus sighed. "I'm still sorry we didn't hunt down anything to take home."

"It's fine. At least I got the tickle monster." Telemachus smiled.

Odysseus tiredly chuckled. "That you did." His son reaches his arm out to help him get up. He gladlh accepts it.

"How did you know I was deathly ticklish at my thigh, as well as my armpits?" He asks

"Oh, mother told me."

"Ah, I knew it. Did she tell you any more of my weakness?" Odysseus grins. Telemachus just chuckles in response, not wanting to tell that information...yet.

As they walked back towards their palace, he slung one arm around Telemachus and ruffled his hair affectionately. Telemachus couldn't help but lean into his touch. It was annoying, yes, but it's not often they would get this kind of leisure. At some point, they would need to start properly ruling their kingdom. But for now, the tickle monster had finally returned.

LITERALLY HYPERVENTILATING THIS IS SOOO CUTE!! Telemachus being a moody teen & Odysseus being a silly goofy dad is so wholesome & funny! & the rawr rawr rawr reference fucking killed me!😂😂 this is so cute & it made me SO damn giddy!

[mintyhootax]

Laurence Bday Fic for a Mera

For @meradorm who asked for some Laurence. The fiery one rests in its seat, limp. Too still, is it dead or just lounging? If dead, it leaves a very bright corpse. It senses movement and only then does It respond. The unpitiable beast feels pain for the first time in an eternity. It feels hollow and sorrowful and bright, unyielding anger. The surge overcomes the dust that threatened to gather. Fingers twitch in the semblance of life. It arches up and off the seat beneath a headless statue. The blood pumps hot and searing. It hurts, it hurts, it was once exquisite, but it hurts. It covers Its head where Its eyes would be. Konstantin burns too brilliantly. The blood pounds in Its skull. It can't look at him, only reach towards him, pleading. Jaws stretch wide to loose a screech of agony.  Now they could settle all that festered and remained unsaid.

[mintyhootax]

Tangled Bday fic

Written for @baby-prince-oppa who requested Rapunzel brushing a long-haired Flynn’s [Eugene] hair after their wedding! This is my first contribution to the Tangled fandom and the Disney fandom in general. I’m impressed that it’s wholesome for once. X3

Eugene thought he was being stealthy, returning to the castle through a gate used for wine transport after a night out. For how close the couple was, he sometimes underestimated his wife. She was standing on the dock, her arms crossed and eyebrow raised. The workers around the gate kept their heads down, both to avoid drawing her ire and to listen for some juicy gossip.

Eugene's head popped out from a cart of barrels. "Honey! You're still up! Gorgeous night, isn't it?"

"I would know, except the guards were keeping me in because nobody could find you and they feared a kidnapping," Rapunzel said. One of her hands moved to her hip.

He shook out some twigs from his breeches. There were a few stubborn leaves in his hair and his braid had gone frizzy with the humidity of late spring.

"I was just going out on patrol! Didn't think I would be gone long enough for a note to be necessary," Eugene said.

"Do you know how late it is?" she said.

"Judging by the state of the moon, about...2am? Where are those guards, anyway? Can't be very good if they're letting you wander about this late," he said. "You gave them the slip through the window, didn't you? I should have known you losing your hair wouldn't hold you back."

Rapunzel threw her hands in the air. "What was I supposed to do? You didn't even take me with you!"

"I was just checking to see what would be the best way to sneak out next week for the festival," Eugene said, quietly and hurriedly. "Remember, the one we were planning for? Look, let's not talk about this here. I think these barrels might have eyes and ears."

The workers who had been leaning in closer immediately scurried off.

"You're a sneak," Rapunzel said. Then she kissed his cheek. They returned to their chambers to find the guards in a frenzy. Two of them were trying to climb down a series of sheets and towels that had been hastily tied together and strung out the bathroom window. When it was announced that the princess had returned, they were stuck trying to figure out a way back up. Rapunzel flipped her short brown locks.

"It was a bit more difficult without the hair pulley, but I managed," she said.

"That's my girl," Eugene mumbled.

"Let's get you freshened up before my parents want to talk to us."

With both of them safe and sound, Rapunzel shooed out the guards.

"Sit down on that stool, I'll brush out your hair," she said.

"You don't have to do that. Who knows what's in there from those barrels," Eugene said.

"You act like I've never had long hair before," she retorted. "Now sit."

"But-"

"Eugene!"

He burst out laughing. "Fine, fine." He reached back and took the tie out of the bottom of his braid. With a little bit of fluffing, it tumbled over his shoulders in waves. Truth be told, this was a ritual between them more often than not. Rapunzel loved brushing his hair. Her own hair hadn't grown ever since he cut it off of her to save her from Mother Gothel. By rights, her new hair should have been longer than Eugene's. The lack of whatever enchantment her hair had been under seemed to have stunted its growth. Eugene remembered, in the first weeks of their marriage, catching a startled look in her eyes when she looked at herself in the mirror. Same face, different hair.

Rapunzel relaxed a bit, letting her fingers stroke his locks. She picked out the twigs and leaves stuck to the frizz and then took up her brush. She hummed, mostly to herself, the same song she had heard from birth. Eugene had expected her to hate it by now, for all the trouble it had caused. But it was the same song that saved his life, after all.

"I like what the conditioner with lavender leaves is doing for your hair. I got a jar of argon oil from the market. I think it will be good for you after the winter," Rapunzel said.

"Whatever you say, dear," Eugene said, smiling slightly.

"Hold on a minute, I have an idea," Rapunzel said. She turned to a flower box sitting on the windowsill and spent a couple moments crafting something together. When she turned around, she had somehow woven several stems of flowers together into a comb.

"Hey, fancy," Eugene said.

"Thank you," Rapunzel said. "I thought the flowers would soften your face while we're talking to father so he'll know you're harmless."

"Meaning that most of the time I look cunning and dangerous?" Eugene said, not modestly.

Rapunzel gave him a light-hearted bop on the head. "I don't think the smolder will save you this time."

She wove his hair back into a braid and stuck the comb into the crown. He inspected himself in the mirror, with one arm coiled around Rapunzel's waist. He nodded in approval.

"Yes, very nice! I think I'm ready to sweep the King and Queen off their feet," Eugene said, waggling his eyebrows at his reflection. Rapunzel poked his side.

"Good, it's practice for when you sweep me off mine so we can go to town next week," she said, and then she kissed his cheek. "You might want to change your clothes, by the way. You smell like wine."

[amazingmsme]

forgot to say the title in my excitement to share with you my birthday findings.... the fic is called Lords / Laughter and it's /works/56325817 (paste after the ao3 url)

Thank you!! I found it & now gonna binge read it!

[amazingmsme]

(Elpenor Anon)

Cashlyn oh my god :0000000.

I’M SO HAPPY :DDDD. THAT FANFIC WAS A TREAT FOR BOTH ME AND YOU, YHE BIRTHDAY GIRL!, I’M SO HAPPY :DDDDDDD

KXBSADLCB I KNOW RIGHT?! It’s so damn cute it’s literally such a treat! Gonna have to reread it later!

[matomessenger]

Happy Birthday Gren~!!!

This is a rushed thing but I enjoyed writing it because I have current Daehyun feels mixed with some other feels yeap. Hope you enjoy Gren!! Happy birthday once again!!! 

Thinking about you

How many weeks has it been since she last saw him? Almost 5. 5 damn weeks and he promised her that he would be home within 2 weeks. She isn’t the type to worry but there is a point where her worries will eat at her and she won’t sleep for days. Geraldine wasn’t sure what to do anymore. He wasn’t answering her calls or texts messages and his friends were not in touch either. She was left alone and full of worry that she might just explode into pieces.

Geraldine did not sign up for this when she said yes to date him, but she could not help it. He was just so perfect in everywhere and even his flaws were perfect. There were times that she would be angry and annoyed at how childish he would get, but that’s Jung Daehyun for you. He’s the loud, obnoxious, caring, dorky lover she could ever ask for.

But there was a dark side that she was not aware of. Geraldine knew that Daehyun’s work would always have him home late and every time she would ask about it, he would shrug it off and tell her it is just office work. But what kind of office work would make him stay away for over 5 weeks? She was used to him gone for up to 2 weeks, but never over that. She began to question why on earth she is still with him if he isn’t near her half the time.

No matter what worry Geraldine has in her mind, he would always the top on the list. She would wonder if he was thinking about her as well. But she couldn’t get that answer, frankly because he didn’t return any of her calls.

The nights grew even longer and emptier since Daehyun has been gone. Geraldine would find a way to not make it lonely or empty, but alas, she would lay in darkness alone. There were times that she would cry because she missed him. She missed his hugs, his warmth, his smiles, his laughs. She missed the times where he would joke around and then earn a punch to the gut. She missed the moments where Daehyun would whine about his favorite cheesecake gone missing or refusing to go on the roller coaster. All the things that he would do made her miss him so much. It ached her heart when she would think about him. It ached her so much that she just wished that he would stopped whatever work he was doing and just come back to her arms.

This night was no different from the other nights. Geraldine was alone again with nothing but her pillows and stuffed animals to keep her company. She left her phone on and prayed for any sign of Daehyun being okay. When he does come back, she is going to have a long talk with him and make him come clean about his ‘job’.

On the verge of sleepiness, Geraldine nearly closed her eyes when a soft tune played from her phone. She lifted her head and scrambled to find her phone in the mess of pillows she piled. When she finally found her phone, her eyes widen and her heart raced. It was Daehyun. He was finally calling her. Finally she would get to hear his voice.

“Hello?” Geraldine hesitated to answer.

“Gren.” His voice was honey and she could not stop smiling. She missed his voice so much.

“Dae.. are you okay? Is everything okay? When can you come back home?” Geraldine rushed out the questions that she constantly worried about.

Daehyun chuckled and she could tell he was glad to hear her. “Yeah I’m okay. I’m sorry for not returning all your calls. Work is very heavy. I’m sorry.”

“I bet. Your work is always heavy.” Geraldine scoffed. She could not hide the happiness of talking to him again.

“It is.”

“When will you be back?” she asked again. Her happiness slowed down and her worries came back.

“I.. hopefully in a few days.” Geraldine could hear his uncertainty and it pained her. Just how many more days can she take with him gone?

“Please come home soon. I miss you so much.” Geraldine held back her cries. The last thing she wanted him to hear was her sobbing onto the phone.

“I miss you too. There isn’t a day where I can’t stop thinking about you. It hurts me because I can’t have you here in my arms.” This time Geraldine could hear him holding back his cries. Though she knew that Daehyun isn’t the type to cry right away, he is a man after all. But he does like to show his emotions a lot.

“Then hurry back home. I’m lonely and sad and annoyed that you’re not here.” Geraldine pouted without realizing it.

“I’ll try. I’ll make it home soon. I promise Gren. I miss you babe.” Daehyun smiled on his end. Geraldine smiled too and for a moment she forget her worries and just prayed for everything that is holy for him to just come back safe to her.

“Okay. Goodnight Dae.”

“Goodnight love.”

~

Nearly a week has passed since that night call and Daehyun is still not home. Geraldine started to have her worries grow once again and she became impatient. Please God, let him come back to her in one piece.

Soon it became 1 in the afternoon and Geraldine grew restless that she felt her eyes grow heavy. She must be stressed for her body to shut down on her. She sat on the couch and watched the door, hoping for Daehyun to walk through them. However much energy she had did not help her and she was losing conscious. She was so, so, so sleepy. She lost to her body’s functions and she closed her eyes. Maybe he’ll be home when she wakes up.

~

Daehyun cursed inwardly at himself. He is such a failure as a boyfriend. He promised that he’ll be home within 2 weeks, but that became 5. He promised that he’ll be back in a few days but it was nearing a week. He did finish his mission and prayed that she would still be at home. She was everything to him, everything that he wanted and needed. Daehyun needed nothing more than just the sweet kisses and warm hugs from her.

The moment his boss said he was free to go after his mission, Daehyun raced to his phone and called Geraldine to tell her that he was coming home. He could not wait to see her for she was all he ever thought about. But then things happened and his ride home was delayed for a few more days. Daehyun got the job done and he rushed home without a care if he was still in his suit. He just wanted to see her.

And now here he was, standing in front of the door to their home. He fumbled with the keys and groaned in frustration. Daehyun never knew how much she meant to him and how much she missed him. Only this damn door stood in his way.

The moment he opened the door, he was about to scream out that he was home but stopped himself. She would probably throw something at him and he didn’t want that. Instead, he closed the door softly and looked around to see if she was around. Daehyun smiled widely seeing her sleeping peacefully on the couch. She was still here. She still loved him.

Daehyun kicked off his shoes and he slid off his suit jacket, it was bothersome. He walked towards the sleeping princess and kneeled down. He studied her face and how perfect she looked. She is still the same and nothing has changed. Well, her hair must have gotten long. But overall, Daehyun could not stop thinking about her and he was glad she didn’t change.

He brushed off the hair that has fallen onto her face and he let out a sight of bliss. Slowly, he leaned in and kissed her lips softly. He missed her lips and how they mold perfectly against his. Daehyun leaned back and frowned. One kiss wasn’t enough. He leaned forward again and kissed her move, maybe it will wake her up and hopefully he won’t get a punch to the stomach. And it did.

Geraldine stirred in her sleep and felt annoyed at whatever was picking at her lips. She was going to punch the daylights of whatever it was. Slowly, Geraldine opened her eyes and she froze. Daehyun was in front of her with that stupid smile. She felt like she was dreaming but she knew this was real. In a flash, Geraldine threw her arms around his neck and she let her tears pour out. She missed him so much and he was here. He was here. All those days where she thought about him and if he was okay were gone. He was here now.

“Daehyun!!!” Geraldine sobbed. She was filled to the brim with emotions that she did not what to do but just hug him.

“Gren.. I’m home.” Daehyun said with bliss. He was home where he belong. Right in her arms.

[matomessenger]

Happy birthday J-kun!!!

Wow, it's been two years since I've met you and they have been great years! Many which involved me sobbing because of your fics ;w; Anyways! Here's a thing from me to you, Happy birthday and hope we have many more memories to come! 

Connected Dreams 

Every night it’s the same. The same time of day hitting the clock and then the sun setting at that exact time. Then, she could tell what was going to happen next. The stars appearing in the sky far too quickly and she could tell exactly how many were in the sky. 378 stars were in the sky. Yes, she had a lot of time to count every star. She knew exactly what would happen next, the grass beneath her would start to grow cold and she would start to shiver.

She let out an icy breathe as she huddled close to try to warm herself up. And then she knew what would happen next. A coat would drape over her shoulders and just as she would turn around to see who it was, the person would disappear into the night sky. She would then turn around and huddle into the coat. 

This was her dream. Her constant, ever playing dream. The time would tick, the stars would appear, the night turn cold and her mysterious person leaving a coat for her. In the morning when she would wake up, the sun would be shinning bright out her window. And then her boring day would begin.

“Morning J~ Ready for another day at work?” her roommate jumped on her bed rather enthusiastically.

“Ugh no.. I don’t want to go to work. It’s so boring.” Jilly groaned and rolled over.

“What? I would kill to be in your position! Well, not really kill but I wouldn’t be bored! YOU GET TO SEE SO MANY HANDSOME MEN!!!” her friend started to drool.

“Hey, calm down. I work as a receptionist at a model company. Nothing special there okay.” Jilly rolled her eyes.

“STILL!!! Ah, anyway, I gotta get going. Have a great day J-kun~” her friend jumped off and winked at her.

Jilly pondered for a moment as she laid in her bed. She was very excited to be working at a modeling company but she didn’t know that she was going to be in charge of paperwork. She would have quit the second week, but the pay was well.

“Just get through the day J.” Jilly puffed out air.

~

“Hey Jilly! I need these filed!”

“You need to send these over to the model’s manager.”

“After you get done with that excel, I need you to run these to the president’s secretary.”

“When’s lunch?”

Jilly was getting very frustrated at the many calls she was getting from her co-workers but this was the daily life. At first it was very confusing and she was getting tired running around and being at the desk all day, but eventually she got used to it. She was running things like a pro and getting ahead of schedule of at least 5 minutes. It wasn’t good, but it was impressive for a newcomer.

“Okay Jill. I know you’re busy, but I need you to take these to the other building. Apparently their delivery person didn’t come by and they need these file.” Jilly’s boss came over, dropping a stack of 5 manila folders.

“But these excels need to be-” Jilly started to protest.

“I’ll get Sam to finish them. Listen, I need you to go now. You’re the fastest person and you get things done. I trust you a lot.” Her boss smiled. Jilly couldn’t really go against her and so she saved the file, packed her things and ran out the building, avoiding the models on her way out.

The building that Jilly was told to go isn’t far from where she worked, but still, to leave when the lunch rush started is not a good thing. No matter how hungry was getting, she needs to get these folders to the building. Maybe on the way back she’ll stop at a café.

She managed to get to the building in time and safely deliver the files, now it’s time to get back and stop by for a quick meal. There was a café nearby and it didn’t look crowded. Jilly sent a quick text to her boss and hopefully won’t get scold for being late. Walking into the café was also nice, there was a peaceful aura around the place and Jilly felt very relaxed. She ordered a bagel sandwich with a coffee and she was out the café. When Jilly stepped outside, she paused and blinked a few times. The daytime suddenly became night and she was utterly confused. It was still afternoon when she walked in!

“This is weird.” Jilly muttered to herself. She turned around to see if there was anyone in the café but nothing. Only light. Jilly did not wait for another minute, she ran inside the café just as a gush of wind swoop from behind her. She went crashing down onto the ground as the door chimed closed behind her.

“WHAT THE HECK!??!” Jilly shouted. She looked around the place only to find not a single soul but herself.

“I swear it was just afternoon not a moment ago, what is happening?! Is this a dream!??!” Jilly panicked with her hands on the sides of her head.

“This can be a dream or it cannot. It depends on you.” An unknown voice sounded from above Jilly. She looked up to see quite a handsome man smiling gently at her. He had his hand out in front of her and she hesitantly grabbed it. He pulled her up to her feet and for some reason, Jilly felt very light on her feet.

“What do you mean? Wasn’t it just daylight not too long ago?” Jilly shouted without second thought.

“It was, but now it is not.” He answered her. Jilly made a confused face and stomped her way to the nearest table. She sat down and took out her phone to see if she had reception. Jilly turned her phone on but nothing happened. It was blank.

“What the heck… wait, don’t tell me.” Jilly’s eyes widen at a sudden thought. She looked outside the café and gasped. There were stars in the sky. Jilly didn’t feel like counting but if this is just like her dream, then in a few seconds she would start feeling cold. And she was right, she was feeling cold. Jilly shivered and rubbed her arms for warmth.

“Why…” Jilly puffed out. She could feel her breathe cold as well.

“I just wanted to see you?” the voice said aloud as if he answered her question. A coat was draped over Jilly’s shoulder and she turned around slowly. He was right there, smiling at her.

“Uhm.. who are you?” Jilly asked slowly.

“Someone who wants to meet you so badly. Sweet dreams. Oh and your boss is calling.” He pointed at her phone. Jilly turned back to her phone and shrieked from an angry boss asking where she is.

“Wait, how do I…” Jilly turned back around and daylight was back. She made a confused face and looked around to see people walking in and out of the café and sunlight brightly shinning outside.

“What the heck…” Jilly sighed deeply. This is getting weird.

~

Jilly managed to get through the day without getting a warning from her boss and getting scold by managers belonging to various models. She was feeling very tired to walk home but she did get home safely. Her roommate wasn’t back from work and frankly, Jilly didn’t care. She just want to go to her room and lay down and forget the crazy afternoon.

“Finally home.” Jilly sighed the moment her face hit her mattress.

“Had a rough day?” a familiar voice called out to her. Jilly’s eyes shot open and she quickly got off the bed to see the same guy at the café sitting at her desk.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING- BETTER QUESTION, HOW DID YOU GET IN MY HOUSE?!” Jilly shouted, clutched her pillow that she is ready to throw at.

“Chill! Chill! I don’t meant harm! I’m just a traveling dreamer!” he threw his hands up.

“What?” Jilly asked quite confused. Traveling dreamer?

“Yes, a traveling dreamer. I travel from dream to dream of many people and stop to see if anyone is having nightmares that I can help treat.” He continued. For a handsome guy, he sure can talk the talk.

“Okay then. Then why are you here?”

“Because you have a troubling dream that I don’t know how to solve.” He bluntly said.

“Okay thanks. Anyway, my roommate is going to be home soon so please get out.” Jilly shooed the man away. He didn’t seem to budge from the chair even with Jilly pushing off.

“I want to help you.” He frowned from Jilly’s attempt of shooing him away. He was being nice, why can she let him help?

“Thanks but no thanks. I can deal with my life crisis on my own.” Jilly avoided him.

“But I want to help. You’re suffering and I hate to see you being cold all the time.” He answered her sincerely.

“Then why do you leave?” Jilly whispered low. She went back to her bed and clutched her pillow.

“Because.. I was scared of you yelling at me.”

“I’m yelling at you now.”

“Yes, wait, no! Okay! I’ll admit! I was scared of what you would think of me. A wandering dreamer. And… you’re too pretty for me.” He mumbled the last part.

“Huh?” Jilly said feeling shocked. Pretty?

“I just.. AHH! IT’S SO HARD TO DO THIS. I’m sorry! I’m not normally like this, but when it comes to you, I can’t tell what’s left or right anymore.” He scratched his head in frustration. Jilly couldn’t help but laugh seeing how childish he was getting.

“ANYWAY! I forgot to tell you my name. Sorry about that. I’m Daehyun and I seriously want to help you.” Daehyun looked straight into her eyes and Jilly could feel her cheeks heat up.

“Uhm, uh, o-oh okay. How do you do that?” Jilly cursed herself for losing her cool.

“Tell me what’s bothering you and we can go from there.” His smiled is so soft and he felt so warm that Jilly wouldn’t mind melting into that warmth.

“Hey J-kun! I’m baaaaaack!!!” Jilly’s roommate called out from the other side of the door. Both of them jumped and immediately Jilly pushed him towards the window.”

“Go! Just Go! I don’t want her to think anything weird!” Jilly flushed at the thoughts of her roommate teasing her about some stranger she let into her room, and a handsome one at that.

“Okay, okay! I’ll see you later.” Daehyun laughed lightly seeing how cute Jilly was being.

“Wait, how?” Jilly felt an empty void in her heart knowing that she won’t see him again.

“I’ll see you in your dreams.” Daehyun grinned. He leaned in close to Jilly and gave her a quick peck on her lips and then disappeared into the starry night sky. Jilly smiled and laughed at the quick gesture but stopped when she heard her roommate come into the room.

“Who were you talking to~?”

“No one! I’m going to shower!!” Jilly rushed pass her friend who started to laugh at how red Jilly is.

“Stupid, stupid dream traveler…” Jilly quietly said to herself. For once, she looked forward to her dream because she would get to see him and not have a cape draped over her as an ending. 

[matomessenger]

Happy Birthday Jisu!!

SUPER LATE BUT I DID IT. Also, forgive me for not updating for ages, I will try to update now~ Enjoy~

Engine running, the blood is rushing, she was ready for the race. Adrenaline about to shoot up, foot kicked back and ready to set off. The sky painted gray with a crimson shade. To be honest, Jisu had no idea why she said yes to this. It was a simple race, yet it felt like a grave battle. The desire to win never felt so high than this moment.

“READY. GET SET…”

It all began a week ago....

The usual day at the racetrack, monitoring the young ones racing. Jisu owned the track and there wasn’t one thing she knew about the place. The place was her backyard and everything goes according to her.

She loved racing. The feeling of turning sharp and cutting off her opponents made her feel like was on top of the world. That fresh feeling was what kept her racing. However, it has become a tiring thing and Jisu is losing that feel to race.

“Hey Jisu, how come you don’t race anymore? You’re always sitting up here in the deck.” Her co-worker asked. Jisu blankly stared out the window and on the track. Why doesn’t she race anymore?

“I don’t know. I don’t feel the rush.” Jisu bluntly replied. Was that true? Or was it just a lie that she told herself?

“I see. Well, let’s take a break and walk to get some ice cream, yeah? You’ve been up here all day. Don’t mope anymore.” Her co-worker patted her shoulder. Jisu looked up and sighed. Might as well.

“Alright.”

~

Outside air never felt so fresh. Jisu stretched her arms and smiled. Her co-worker was right, no use to mope around in a closed space. The only thing that bothered Jisu is the fact that people who enjoy races know her. She is one of the top racers and one of the best.

“Are you feeling better now?” her co-worker asked as they sat down at the ice cream parlor. Jisu took a bite of her ice cream and slowly nodded.

“I guess so. It’s okay.”

“Missing the feeling of racing?”

“I think so, but I don’t know why I don’t feel like racing.”

“No good racers?”

“…”

“You’ve beaten most of the best ones in town. You’re the queen~!” Her co-worker laughed.

“I’m no queen. I’m just a girl.” Jisu couldn’t help but smile at her co-worker’s words. She didn’t really feel like a queen. Stirring the cup, Jisu stared at the circles she was making. It reminded her of the track, the sharp turns and the dust flying behind her.

“Jisu, Jisu, Jiiiisuuuuuu!!!!!” Jisu snapped out of her day dream and looked at her co-worker, who motioned for Jisu to look behind her. Turning around, there was a tall, rather handsome guy who stood with a smile. His hair was combed over to the left side and his face was very clear. He wore casual clothes, jeans and a tee, but somehow he looked very fresh.

“Can I help you?” Jisu raised a brow. Never had she seen this guy before.

“Yeah, I overheard you two speaking and it was rather rude of me, but I hear that you race?” His deep voice threw Jisu off guard.

“Yeah… I do race. Why do you ask?” Jisu slowly answered.

“So there is a racetrack around here. Mind if you show me?” he smiled, showing his gums.

“… sure.” For some reason Jisu was out of it. Was it his appearance or his question? Probably both.

“Follow me.” Jisu got up with her ice cream cup semi-crushed in her hands. She felt it, even though it was slight, she felt the adrenaline going.

~

“Woo~ Nice track!” He whistled as he leaned over the railing.

“Thank you. And may I ask you why you wanted to come here?” Jisu asked even though she knew the answer.

“Do you like the feeling of passing others and making the sharp turns?” he responded. His tone went back to being flat, but somehow Jisu could hear his seriousness.

“…”

“Then answer me in a race.”

“What?!?!” Jisu sputtered. She took a step back. Normally she would say yes and just get the races over with. Yet, with this one, she couldn’t. She felt a fear of losing.

“Race me.” The guy turned to look at Jisu with a dangerous glint in his eye. Jisu bit her lip, fighting the urge to say yes. She should just get this over with, but that fear was holding back.

“Scared?” he smirked.

“Me? Scared of my own track? Hell no. Let’s race.” Jisu grinned dangerously back. He smiled and began to walk past Jisu. He placed a hand on her shoulder and whispered, “Name’s Yongguk, I’ll see you in a week.”

Jisu felt a slight blush and that rush to race came running back.

~

“GOO!!!”

At the wave of the flag, Jisu kicked back her motorcycle and ran forward. It was decided that the race would be 3 laps on the bikes. Yongguk agreed to the terms and Jisu was very glad. The bikes were her specialty and her guarantee win.

The turn was coming up and the grip was tight. Jisu could hear the engine revering next to her and she gritted her teeth. She changed gears just as quick as a fox running from the gunshot and cleanly turned the corner.

For some reason, she felt like Yongguk was letting her do as she pleases, but that was no fun. Just as Jisu was ready to turn again, she heard the engine roaring and Yongguk past her in a blur.

“WHAT?!?!” Jisu shouted. She clenched the handles and changed gears again. There was no way she would let the newcomer just pass her like that.

Revering her engine, Jisu managed to get on his tail and run right next to him. She could have sworn she heard his smirk and she shook her head.

Round 2 passed and it was the final lap. Giving it all her all, Jisu managed to run ahead of him. The final turn came and Jisu could feel the victory right there. She was nearing the finish line and she smiled. She was the queen of the tracks in this city.

Just as she reached the finish line, Yongguk sped past her and made a clean turn to stop. Jisu’s eyes grew big and she gaped. She… lost? Running over the line she stopped her bike and just sat there. Where did she go wrong? She never lost. Never.

“Looks like I win.” Yongguk flashed his gummy smile and Jisu’s adrenaline rush went back up.

“… heh, I guess so.” Jisu gave up. For some reason, the loss didn’t feel like a loss, more like she found something worth racing.