Drew Four carrying a sleeping X- (TW: Shipping; Four x X)
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Drew Four carrying a sleeping X- (TW: Shipping; Four x X)
Spring Cleaning- Four x X fluff oneshot- (TW: Shipping; Four x X)
It was a spring afternoon. The weather was fine as the sunlight beamed through the windows of X’s room. Four, Two and X live together as housemates and X decided it was time to do some spring cleaning in their room. As X opened a few boxes containing some drawings he kept that he made months before, he noticed a small lamp poking out between the neatly sorted boxes and piles of clutter. He puts the pile of drawings down and he reaches out to grab the small lamp. Holding the lamp, he gazes into it. The lamp was coloured yellow, his signature colour covered with a white, hollow pattern of stars. Looking at the lamp, brought back memories for him.
He closes his eyes. He starts to reminisce the day when Four and X became friends. Then, the memories fade from that day he found out his value to the day he had his birthday, which took place a few years back. He remembered it as if it was yesterday. The sounds of his friends cheering as he blew out the candles, the faint smell of smoke and cake and the bright colours of confetti raining down on him. He starts to remember at the end of the party, Four gave him a small gift. It was a small box with yellow, polka-dotted wrapping paper. As X opened it, it was the same small lamp that he’s holding now. “Well X, how is it?” “I love it, Four! Thank you!” The memory fades.
He opens his eyes. His mind returns to the room he’s in and he puts the lamp down. He smiles to himself and his cheeks start to glow from blushing faintly.
mr obama please save my soul