A/N- 'Sup, check out this awesome fanart I found off of Devianart a while back (Credits go to Z Raid), aaaaand...ENJOY THE STORY~!!!!!! :D
She was having the most wonderful dream, she and Soul were making out on her kitchen counter, he had her seated on the counter and was kissing her lips passionately, murmuring sweet nothings between rests. Everything was so freakin' Honky Dory and full of bliss until she heard the rather hilariously obnoxious melody of,
{Whos phone's ringin' ? Mine, mine ! Whos phone's ringin'? Mine, it's mine! My phonie phone phone phone! My Phonie-----!!!} She jerked herself awake, the blue light of the early morning sun, shining through the curtains of her bedroom windows. The watch on her nightstand read, 7:37, and her phone still emitting that comical racket of a text notification ringtone, she picked up her phone pressed the little on button, typed in her password, and tapped the text contacts icon, a number 1 next to the contact labeled as, Kazeryuu. The text read:
{ You feeling better yet, Umimi-chan? :) }
Her answer: {What do you think? >:( }
She scowled menacingly at her phone, pressed the off button, slammed the phone onto the nightstand, and flopped back down onto her bed, an angry cry of "Graaaaaaaaaaaah~!!!" escaped her chapped lips. After that morning drama, she decided she would sit on her vanity chair and adjust her hair, then eat her left over Mc Donald's meal. She then plopped herself onto the vanity chair, looked into her vanity's mirror and preened and played with her unruly, yet naturally gorgeous curly brown hair. After that, she let out yet another huff of a sigh and stomped her way downstairs. She miserably stomped onwards towards the kitchen, nearly ripped open the fridge, only to become even more miserable seeing that her precious would be breakfast, was gone! She slammed the fridge doors shut, hands tightened into fists, her teeth grinding angrily, 'WHO DID THIS!?' she shouted inside her mind. That's when she noticed the empty packaging of her.... her Mc Donald's meal!!!! She was even more angry, was Eric pranking her again? She figured Eric was in the living room, she could already see his shit eating grin on his face as he laughed at her annoyance. She stormed out of the kitchen and into the living room, but she did not find Eric anywhere, oh no...There was....There was her freaking anime crush lying on the couch, clad in navy blue gym shorts and a black tee shirt that read, 'Piano Man', His bone white hair matted and glistening with sweat-----OH MY GOD, what was he doing here!?
How did her wish come true? How in the hell, did her wish come true? She was about to squeal, but contained herself quickly. She felt happy that he was here, but slightly infuriated that he had eaten her breakfast (Even though she could easily pour herself a bowl of blueberry Tiny Toast cereal to replace it...) She quietly tiptoed over to the couch where he was laying, and gently reached to gently stroke his hair-------Oh, oh God, he was waking up. SHIT!!!! His rose red eyes fluttered, each time they opened, she could see they were full of morning grog. "Who....Who the hell are you?" He mumbled. She blushed, he looked so cute and drowsy, like a lazy little panda. She gulped, then squeaked out, "I-I'm, Umino, nice to m-meet you Soul." Her blush darkened, he was fully awake now----Uh oh, he had a rather amused smirk on his face, what in the name of the lord was he going to do. "Nice to meet you too, but you're not exactly my type. Sorry sweetheart, much too shy for me!" That was it! She had it up to here with men telling her they didn't care for her because she was shy, she raised her fist, fire in her caramel brown eyes, "Umi....no....PANCHI~!!!!!!!" She shouted and punched him right in the gut! Oh my...this was going to be a long time for the romance development....STAY TUNED!!!!!!!!!
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Ichi no Negai (One's Wish) Soul Evans x Pre-named! reader
Fiksi PenggemarA young woman as lonely as her, even with her YouTube partners and fans, was about to get her sweetest wish granted. But with a wish, comes a price, a price that is ever so costly, yet so darling and heartfelt. a Price that proves to be...bitterswee...