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[seulserenity]

Christmas miracle - Taeyeon scenario

[a/n] The prompt was “Sometimes I wish I could just fall asleep and never wake up.” 

[also this was one of the hardest and longest to write and sorry for the errors it’s so late and I’m tired okay? Go on read it, enjoy :) ]

24th December 2019 

You received a few strange texts in the lead up to Christmas from one of your close friends Taeyeon but after conferring with Sunny you both put the sad texts down to it being that time of year. Christmas time was always tough since the 18th of December 2018, tough on every shawol and idol in the community but especially Taeyeon struggled to cope during the winter months. 

Shortly after this text, she left you on read; of course you worried and fretted over Taeyeon but you also had an entire extended family to visit for Christmas so it couldn’t be helped that you had little time to spare to try and do a manhunt of Taeyeon. You drove back to your family home in Ulsan for the holidays, cousins from all over Asia and Europe flocked in with Aunts and Uncles and all your time was spent cooking, catching up, entertaining kids and visiting old friends. The lead up to Christmas you’d been manically shopping with some of your friends in Seoul and tying up loose ends there, you gave your presents to the members of SNSD you were close with and hid Taeyeon’s in her flat so she could find it on the 25th of December. Normally you went home for the festive season so this wasn’t anything new but this would be the first year Taeyeon would be alone in her flat instead of the family home in Jeju; her mum had been insistent that Taeyeon join them on the family trip Hayeon had organised to Australia but since that would mean leaving before Jonghyun’s death day Taeyeon was reluctant to go. Every single year since 2017 Taeyeon had always gone at 11 pm on the 18th of December to sit with Jonghyun for a while, the SHINee members and fellow SM label mates knew of this and out of respect for the senior singer they left that slot of the day exclusively for Taeyeon to sit without disturbances and just pay her respects and it had become a sort of routine for Taeyeon now, one which she wasn’t about to break. 

Sunny unfortunately also went to California during Christmas for the first time in years which meant that Taeyeon truly was alone. Taeyeon had seemed happier this year, over time wounds close even if they leave a scar they'll be a bit less painful than they once were and for Taeyeon this was true. She'd thrown herself into concerts and variety shows as well as finding new hobbies to entertain herself and it was almost as if the pain could be suppressed for her; the last time you'd caught up for coffee (just the two of you in your favourite Starbucks) she had been smiling and had put on weight which made you glad that she was healthier and happier. It seemed surreal the improvement she’d been able to make in such a short time and especially seeing how fast paced her life was, not only was it amazing for you to see this progress as one of her close friends but also because you were very much caught in the feels for the petite blonde. Sunny had noticed it when Taeyeon first introduced you to her members and she’d jumped on the chance to DM you later about it; in fact the friendship had bloomed from there and Sunny soon became your go-to life guru. From meeting Taeyeon you’d gained two best friends and a huge ass crush but you were so thankful (maybe not so for the crush) since beforehand you hadn’t been the most outgoing girl in the city. 

Five minutes of rest. That was all you got, after scrubbing the house clean and then taking a nap you had five minutes before the chaos returned and so reaching for your phone you sent a message to Taeyeon. 

You hoped this little message would reassure her, even a small text could do wonders when you felt truly miserable and it wasn’t long now at all until the 25th of December after which you would head back to Seoul for the New Years celebration with some city friends. Taeyeon only really had to hold on for two more days until boxing day given it was currently the 24th and after lasting the past week and a half alone it didn’t seem much more to you until at least one of her friends would be back to spend time with her. No more than 2 minutes after the text was delivered, the front door thudded open and little feet padded towards you in a horde; this had to be the best part about returning to your family home, when you saw all the little kids. You could vividly remember when they were all born and how small they had been then and now looking at how mature they’d become and how much they’d grown since you last saw them. It felt like a mother’s pride and for a brief second you wondered what it would feel like with your own children one day, images of Taeyeon with your baby cousins flashed through your mind and try as you might to forget or dispel them it seemed they were super-glued to the idea of future children. Insistent hands pulled your sweater and tugged you back into the snug living room, your mind fully focused on the kids you rose from the chair and followed the rest of your rowdy bunch to the table leaving your phone in the armchair. 

Dinner was a lively affair as always; hands would tangle over one another to reach various dishes along the long glass table and small mouths chewed noisily, in a way the children reminded you of the shikshins you’d come to be familiar with. Sooyoung and Yoona had the same vivacity and enthusiasm to gobble up plate after plate as the little ones, even the way they grinned as they shoveled food in was eerily similar. That pang came back of wanting to see all of your Seoul crew again but looking around the table at the old and young who all bore shining faces, it became harder to want to leave this haven. Your childhood had felt much like a bubble; surrounded by the theme parks and awe-inspiring landscapes it had been a thriving environment. Both you and your younger brother had visited the mountain and caves, hauled your tiny bodies through museum after museum and spent most of the summer at the beach which in hindsight was a very idyllic lifestyle to grow up (especially in compared to some of the children you’d seen in Seoul). Seeing the difference had made you grateful for the childhood you’d had and you felt it was only right to maintain visits with your parents consequently, your parents had given you an amazing childhood and the least you could do was pay them back by not being an absent child as an adult. It was so quiet without the little ones here and there were no doubts in your mind that your mother and father must get lonely at some times of the year, your brother came as often as he could but being a firefighter it was rare for him to be able to get long holidays so you became the torch bearer so to speak. 

Dinner evolved into coffees and after eights, the children were headed to bed by now and you closed their door and headed down with your aunt, excusing yourself to grab your phone before joining the adults in the dining room. The phone lay in the armchair buzzing repeatedly, your brothers contact name flashed on the screen and once the name had stopped flashing a series of frantic texts were sprawled across your baymax lock screen. You dialed your brother back and put him on speaker so you could scroll through the possible hundreds of texts received while you were gone, his gruff voice chimed through greeting you. 

“Noona, I was trying to get a hold of a you. Taeyeon-noona was sitting on the roof edge of her flat block, well she still is. We’ve been here for over 3 hours trying to talk to her and help her, policewomen tried also. Could you possibly drive over here and help us?”

Without even replying you hung up on him, texting a quick : 

I’ll be there Jaejin. Xx

You rushed to grab your coat and the KIA car keys before unlatching the front door. Hearing the latch slide across bolt alerted your mum and she practically teleported to the hallway to confront you about where you were going not even 12 hours before Christmas Day. 

“Jaejin needs my help to get someone off the edge of a roof eomma, I can’t refuse that because then what kind of noona would I be? You raised me to always be good to others and to lead by example.” 

“It’s Taeyeon isn’t it?” 

“How..is this a parent thing or like..”

“Sweetheart, you don’t need to lie to me. Okay so she couldn’t survive one holiday alone but I won’t hold anything against her for it. She is one of your closest friends and besides she deserves a Christmas miracle I guess. Go get your girl tiger.” Whispered encouragement and a sneaky wink pushed you over the threshold. 

“ You’re not..mad or even..upset by who I am?” Choked words fell out of your mouth. 

“ GO Y/N Y/L/N! WASN’T THIS AN EMERGENCY? YAH. I AM STILL YOUR MOTHER AND I DEMAND YOU GO HELP HER INSTEAD OF FAFFING OVER THESE TRIVIAL MATTERS PABO!” 

Cold slender fingers opened the door and bundled you in, warm kisses on your cheeks before the ignition started and the KIA rolled out of the driveway. Even halfway down the road you could still see her small form waving at you and with newfound determination you stepped on the acceleration pedal. The entire drive to the airport you’d spent singing with Urban Zakapa through all of their second album then occasionally calling your brother for an update on Taeyeon and before boarding you’d texted your brother to pick you up in precisely 1 hour and 50 minutes. 

During the flight you’d napped and tossed and turned around in your seat, horrible scenarios ran through your mind and you forced yourself to focus on photos on your phone instead. Dorky photos of your family and friends showed up one after another and you eventually scrolled onto the day you and Taeyeon had gone to an aquarium. That dork had worn her nemo onesie the whole day and the two of you took the weirdest (but for Taeyeon adorablest) photos as you walked through the tank exhibitions. Even now on the flight the flurry of happiness and giddiness rushed through you from that day, such vivid memories were always there on your day trips and in your 1 hour and 40 minutes you mentally gave yourself a pep talk. Her life was filled with all of these wonderful memories, scrolling through your KaoKao talk chat it was obvious from the many selfies with others that Taeyeon was the object of many of her friends endless love. Not only amongst friends and family was Taeyeon adored but by men and women and children alike all over Korea; despite her protests she was the nation’s idol and their shining star. 

Fuelled by the desire to keep the one you loved alive and to prove to Taeyeon that she wasn’t alone and that people loved and cared for her you eagerly headed to passport security once exiting the plane before virtually running to your brother at the arrivals lounge.

Both of you hopped into his slightly larger Hyundai and headed to the flat block. The drive over felt solemn and rap reverberated softly throughout the car until you reached the tall grey building. Firemen and officers greeted you as you walked through the hallway; the elevator ride was smooth and Mamamoo’s “Taller than you” was played through speakers. Your brother and you lost composure the minute the diss track started playing, any calming and respectful atmosphere that was created evaporated in that elevator. The level before the roof opened and you stepped out, Jaejin waited before the doors to the roof and gave you and Taeyeon some space. For that you were thankful because it was going to get heavy and deep real quick. 

Stepping out on the roof was a slap to the face, you thought you were past all the suicide scares but here you are. Her thin legs were resting on the concrete, arms wrapped around herself as one would before dropping down a chute and the slightest breeze would sway her form. 

“boo” you whispered with a chuckle, 

she laughed back. It was hollow and short, clearly your crappy joke wasn’t gonna fix this. 

You walked over to the edge and stood next to Taeyeon and slightly behind her, one hand swung back to greet yours and soon she was gripping onto you for life. The way she gripped so tightly made you reconsider whether she actually did want this or whether it was a desperate plea for help, it felt as if even if she dropped she would float. Paper Taeng as she was known and now you saw why, lithe legs and arms looked weightless but Taeyeon treated them like dead weights. Hunched shoulders and a droopy frame was how she sat and you thought that must be how you look when you walk given how much your mother scolded you on posture. 

“Yeonnie, I- well, there was a call. You were in danger and I know you needed help so I hopped on a plane to help except now I’m here I don’t really know where to start. Do you want to- Only if you’re comfortable, to talk things through? Is it better to just drag you away from here or what works best?” 

“Serenity, remember my tattoo? That’s what I want, I’m a walking hypocrite you know? I want to be with you all, I want to hang out with you lot. I don’t like being excluded but I also want to be alone, sometimes the darkness hits and I can’t face being around people no matter how much I crave for it.” 

“Why don’t you try forcing yourself out, I know its tough bu-” 

“It’s so tough, y/n you can’t feel it or know it unless you’ve been there. I cant just force myself out of my flat heck sometimes I wish I could just fall asleep and never wake up.” 

You unfolded your fingers and pulled her back into your arms, she sighed deeply and unevenly. Your hands ran soft soothing circles on her thighs and exhaled too; both of you sat there for some time. Traffic and street vendors hustled below and you both listened to the unaware city goers down below; you hummed a lullaby in her ear still softly drawing circles on her thighs. Her soft body relaxed against your front as the familiar lyrics drifted into the night sky. 

아리랑, 아리랑, 아라리요...

아리랑 고개로 넘어간다

나를 버리고 가시는 님은

십리도 못가서 발병난다.

청천하늘엔 잔별도 많고

우리네 가슴엔 희망도 많다.

저기 저 산이 백두산이라지

동지 섣달에도 꽃만 핀다.

Taeyeon closed her eyes and hummed with you, the traditional melody floated off and the two of you just rested on the rooftop for a while. The atmosphere was calm and serene, 

that was what Taeyeon had wanted. Serenity. 

You hauled her off the edge and she helped by swinging her legs round too. Arms looped around your neck and your hands fell to her waist to support her standing, bless her she didn’t look like she was warm enough to stand after all this time on the cold roof. Your hands around her waist and her hands around your neck but neither of you could look the other in the eye. Awkwardness crept in and Taeyeon started humming baby shark, it was a defense mechanism you knew but in that moment after the drama of the whole evening it made you laugh. You threw your head back laughing and heard Taeyeon’s ahjumma chuckle echoing too, your heads pulled back to normal height at the same time and as you looked at her babyish face you became sucked in. Possibilities of universes where she’d kiss you or tell you that it she’d be yours ran through your mind and you got lost in the contours of her face but a brief kiss on the cheek and a hand tugging yours soon brought you back to the reality. 

“Wait, this hand-holding, is this gonna be like permanent? Because I don’t know if you realise Miss Kim but this is bad for my heart and-” 

“Shush Miss y/l/n, not everything fits in a box.”  Her dorky grin was back on her face and for now at least she would be okay. 

Christmas day was shaping up to be the best one of your life you thought. 

[heshefamilytree]

“ TENDER MERCIES FROM HEAVEN, A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE”

This Christmas Season has been quite incredible with tender mercies from my Heavenly Father of which I am so grateful. So grateful in fact, that my heart has been overflowing with love this entire season.

My children live all over the nation and as I have thought about each of them with a melancholy heart missing them so, it is natural that my thoughts in turn, focused on my two sons on the other side and how much I miss them. Each of my children are so good, kind and loving to me, that I am constantly in awe at the love they pour out towards me, even though I cannot see them as often as I want to. They make my heart happy.

This past month I have had a myriad of special things happen to me that are highly unusual in my world. They are simple things really. Normally one would not think twice about such things, however as these little blessings continued to happen in an unusual abundance I wondered what was going on and felt very special. They were little things like getting massive discounts on movie seats and treats, receiving an $80 coupon for a coveted item at my favorite shop, a very special letter came in the mail about my daddy who crossed through the veil some 20 years ago (now that was something!), a completely unexpected gift from a general friend who was waiting for me as I walked out of a building, ministering angels (those who wear bodies) from an exquisite art show filled with love of the Savior, to simple kindnesses from others in whose paths crossed mine. Of course, I try to be kind and loving in return – always, however all of these things piled up upon each other, continuing to happen to me as I muddled through each day with a prayer deep in my heart and love and kindness for my sweet Jesus on my mind.

Things culminated as I was at the JSMB building writing (working) listening to the choirs that came from all over the valley to perform and sing Christmas Carols in the beautiful one-hundred-and-eight-year-old ornate lobby while sitting on the velvet settee with my work spread out all over the marble table. I saw a sweet elderly sister missionary cross the lobby floor after speaking with someone. She looked so beautiful as I watched her walk toward the elevator. She was in a lovely white ankle flowing skirt and blouse with the most gorgeous multicolored crocheted vest worn over the blouse. The yarn loops were loose so the white beneath could be seen. The lavenders, light greens, soft blues and white were stunning. I remember smiling as I saw how beautiful she looked and then she was gone. I continued to write and work on my Irish case. I decided I was going to quit at 4:30 and reward myself with a spiritual uplift of watching “Mr. Kruger’s Christmas” in the gorgeous large theater room with the plush seats. I felt that would be a rewarding way to end the workday.

I walked upstairs and headed down the hall to the theater with a very loving full heart and lo and behold, the missionary that greeted me was the sweet lady in the colorful vest and lovely flowing white skirt! I was quite surprised at this after seeing her downstairs a little earlier. Up close, I could see a colorful owl pendant that was about 2 inches in length in the same colors as her vest, pinned in the center of the vest to hold it closed. It was beautiful! I spoke up and told her how lovely her outfit was and especially the vest with the owl pendant to top it off. She thanked me and told me her daughter in Alaska crocheted the vest for her and she had received so many compliments on the vest and owl today, so many so that she was really surprised. I responded that I could understand why and her daughter must love her very much. I proceeded to tell her how special owls were to me.

You see, after my second son Luke had had a tragic accident at the dairy and had crossed through the veil to Heaven, I received little messages of his safety and love. In fact, it was made known to me that both my sons were watched over, cared for, and very very fine and happy-after all, it was Heaven! The cemetery was one block from my house. For many many nights, I had trouble sleeping. I would wake about 2 AM, and remain awake for several hours. In the quiet of the night, I could hear a hoot owl calling. The night was so still and calm and peace permeated the air rich with consoling tranquility. I fell in love with the wise old owl immediately. I had to find him, to see him, so I could thank him for this sweet music in the middle of the night when I was alone with my grief. I was on a quest! Day after day, when I had a moment alone, I went for walks in the cemetery trying to spot the owl. One day, just a jaunt up from my son‘s grave was a row of very old pioneer graves, about four or five tall narrow stones with a type of pineapple shaped top, all in a row. These stones had been there for about a hundred-and-twenty-five years. As I walked towards the boys’ graves passing the old stalwart tall stones with the pineapple tops, there was the hoot owl! He was perched on the second stone watching ME. I stopped dead in my tracks. I was alone in the cemetery-not another person in sight. He had obviously seen me long before I saw him. He was beautiful, white feathers speckled with browns of varying shades. I quietly begin talking to the wise old owl. I thanked him for watching over my boys and staying up all night to protect these children of mine. He kept looking at me, then blinking those big black eyes of his, looked to the right towards Luke’s grave and back at me. I told him how consoling his hoot-call was in the night, music to my ears, and I felt at peace with the turn of events. I knew this beautiful creature understood me and was a messenger for my boys, Luke and Matthew, telling me not to worry that all is well and as it should be. This wise old owl blessed my heart.

I shared this story with my new friend and we both shed a few tears. I went to find my seat in the auditorium and was waiting for the Christmas film to start when I saw the sweet lady come my way. I was surprised that she was coming straight to me. When she reached me, she promptly stated with a smile on her face, “Open your hands.“

I could see her hands closed tightly. I thought she was smuggling me chocolate, haha! When I opened my hands she dropped her beautiful colorful owl pendant into my hands. Tears immediately sprang to my eyes as I shook my head and firmly remarked, “I cannot possibly accept this pendant from you. Your daughter in Alaska made this vest for you and this pendant is perfect! It is special to you! Everyone loves it and it goes with your lovely outfit!“

She instantly responded, “I was prompted to give this to you and you will take it.“

At that moment I knew my two sons, Luke and Matthew, were right there and telling me this gift of the owl and all the tender mercies (which I thought at first was simply good luck since I was an Irish lass) were from them and they were trying to convey they received permission from our great Lord and Savior to come and visit me (yes, ‘lil ‘ole ME!) this season and give this humble little mother a Christmas gift of love from them. (Which in turn, I realized just how much Heavenly Father and sweet Jesus love me to give me this gift of my sons near me.)

Many people have served as ministering angels in their behalf over the past few weeks, but it took this sweet senior missionary to go the extra mile communicating with me and acting on her prompting, for me to realize what was going on. I will always be beholden to her for listening to my sons and being close enough to the Holy Spirit to hear and act. She is a wonderful example to me.

Since this event last week, tender mercies have continued to happen to me, and my heart is still filled to the brim with such love that it cannot be contained and spills over. I just pull into myself and feel the love of my sons, my Lord, my children who graciously remain on this side of the veil, grateful for all of my blessings.

It is so easy during the Holidays to feel sad and lonely, but this season I feel so much love and so blessed, so so grateful for these tender mercies from Heaven. I watch daily for opportunities to pass this love along in some small way and give to another in an effort to show my gratitude and love to my Heavenly Father and sweet baby Jesus. For all of these things I am so grateful.

Love, one humble mother.

[saintbeckett]

[fuckyeahrodserlingseyebrows-blog]

To celebrate my good friend Rod's birthday, I made the pilgrimage to see his star on the Hollywood walk of fame. Born on Christmas in 1924, this year he would have been 93.

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Just sold these two on etsy! 😀😀 I'm so proud and happy, especially for the Kraken's eye, my favorite creation so far 😢 I hope you'll have a good life and make your owner proud of wearing you 😭😭😭 (Shop link in bio or look for TenaciouDeer on etsy!) - #ImEmo #ChristmasMiracle?? #handmade #jewelrymaking #steampunk #Kraken #jewelry #handcraft #handmadewithlove #lotslotslotsoflove - That's 3 sales on etsy! 😆🎉

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This officer #sgtpowell hasn't received the credit he deserves. The real #hero of the #nakatomiplaza attack. #diehard #christmasmiracle (at Century City, Los Angeles)