Error143/Happy Birthday Micah!
提示：其实生日是2月3日。我现在才传上来 翻译： 你和Micah要为他的生日挂气球。 你瘫倒在地，大叫着“啊啊啊！我很抱歉，我真是笨手笨脚的，我没想到工作会让我今天这么久！你帮我把这些挂起来我感觉好糟糕！” “什么说真的，没关系我喜欢和你一起做这种事。这不是被计划好的，只是一起出去玩我很欣赏你的想法——”他停下来环顾四周，“绿色和粉红色的气球？有没有别的方法可以告诉我你对我完全着迷了？你想告诉我你知道我最喜欢的颜色，以及它如何与你最喜欢的颜色搭配得如此糟糕。” 你微笑皱眉。这是如此甜蜜，他注意到但你觉得自己是个更大的混蛋，因为你没有为他准备好一切。你对他撅起小嘴“我爱你。谢谢你注意到。” “当然，天使。你知道，我只是喜欢平凡的家庭事物反正，我真的不能要求一个更好的生日。” 他瞥了一眼旁边，狡黠地笑着，“另外，这难道不让我看起来像是有史以来最体贴、最善解人意的男朋友吗？天哪，说到做一个好男朋友，我真是出类拔萃，不是吗？” 你嘲笑他，对他轻笑，被他的厚颜无耻逗乐了，“你真傻。” 系好最后一个气球后，他抓住你的腰，在你头上戴上生日帽，戴上他的“生日快乐”墨镜。他紧紧地抱着你，在你头上印下一吻。你看到他在你身后摸索着手机，播放着约翰·传奇的歌曲《普通人》。 当他牵着你的手和你跳舞时，你会情不自禁地对他傻笑。你在你公寓的厨房里，但你忍不住觉得你在舞厅里，他是如何抱着你的。他喃喃地念着歌词，在歌词间歇的时候在你耳边低语。 “看到了吗？告诉过你我不可能有一个更好的生日了。这样真好。我们会犯错，但无论如何我们都会玩得很开心。” 这是他充分利用当下所拥有的一切的方式。是他摇晃你，将你拥入怀中的方式。这是几个月前你们在Youtube上一起学国标舞的方式只要他愿意，他就会拉你去跳舞。是他看你的眼神，对你微笑，想你的样子。他让你觉得你所做的一切都不可能是错的，他每天都提醒你，他只想和你在一起。 你看看你组装好的厨房，你在陶艺课上一起做的菜，你们一起以2倍的速度研究的银器，看了一堆该死的Youtube视频，在做出承诺之前列出每个品牌的优缺点，他祖母给他的锅碗瓢盆，你们一起买的椅子。你只想和他在一起 曲终人散，他从冰箱里拿出你买给他的草莓蛋糕，用叉子叉着吃-甚至不切蛋糕，并提供给你一个草莓，然后扑通一个在他嘴里。你们都喜欢对方的陪伴，当一个迷路的气球飞得太远时，你们会像孩子一样在沙发上跳起来，一天结束后，你们一起刷牙，互相拥抱。 “你今天过得好吗？”你带着拘谨的微笑问他——皱着眉头，希望他会说是的——尽管你们在一起度过了美好的一天，但还是有点内疚。“我不能要求一个更好的生日。我喜欢你搞砸是不是很糟看到你这么在乎我觉得很可爱我根本就不在乎那么多” 他停顿了一下，“去年，我刚为自己准备了一个最后一刻的蛋糕。结果我就一个人在电脑桌上吃了。今年绝对是一个大升级。我没有住在朋友或家人附近所以我什么都没做。” 他再次停顿。“当然，我收到了生日祝福。但仅此而已。老实说，我有点忘了它来得这么快。” 他继续说，“我工作了一整天，目不转睛地盯着电脑屏幕。而我却一点都不开心我忘了我为什么要这么努力我忘记了我真正想要的生活，以及对我来说重要的是什么。。。所以我重新认识了什么对我来说是重要的。我是谁，我想成为什么样的人，我想要我的生活是什么样的——老实说？这是我一直想要的我想成为一个善解人意、善良、愚蠢、脆弱的人我想和一个能让我做那个人而不觉得自己愚蠢。我想和你在一起我也很喜欢这样的生活” “我爱你” “我也爱你” 和你一起入睡，知道明天也会是美好的一天，充满期待的事情。对他充满了新的认识。充满了关于你的东西。满是要犯的错误。。。但你会从容面对他，你生命中的另一半。 ------------------------------------------ 我们达到了社区的目标，所以我们会有一些Micah的ASMR！希望大家喜欢！ 原文： You and Micah are putting balloons up for his birthday. You slump to the ground, exclaiming, “Arghh!! I’m so sorry, I’m such a klutz, I didn’t think work would keep me this long today! I feel so bad having you help me put these up!” “What? Seriously, it’s okay. I like doing stuff like this with you. It’s not about being planned, it’s just about hanging out together and I appreciate the thought you put into it—,” he pauses to look around, “Green and pink balloons? Is there any other way to tell me that you’re utterly obsessed with me? You wanna show me you know my favorite color and how it matches with your favorite color sooooooooooo bad.” You smile frown. It’s so sweet that he noticed but you feel like an even bigger jerk for not having everything ready for him. You give him a little pouty, “I love you. Thanks for noticing.” “Ofcourse, angel. You know that I just love mundane domestic things anyways, I really couldn’t ask for a better birthday.” He glances to the side, smiling deviously, “Plus, doesn’t this make me look like the most caring, understanding boyfriend ever? God, I’m just cream of the crop when it comes to being a good boyfriend, aren’t I?” You scoffed and chuckled at him, amused by his audacity, “You’re so silly.” After tying the last balloon, he grabs you by the waist and plops a birthday hat on your head and puts on his “HAPPY BDAY” shades on. Holding you close in a hug, he plants a kiss on your head. You see him fumbling on his phone behind you and the song “Ordinary People” by John Legend plays. You can't help but giggle at him as he takes your hand and dances with you. You’re in the kitchen of your apartment, but you can’t help but feel like you’re in a ballroom with how he holds you. He murmurs the lyrics, whispering into your ears between the intermission of the lyrics. “See? Told you that I wouldn’t be able to hope for a better birthday. It’s so nice like this. We’ll make mistakes and we’ll have a good time anyway.” It’s the way that he makes the most of what he has in the moment. It’s the way that he sways you and holds you in his arms. It’s the way that you both learned ballroom dancing on Youtube together months prior to this and he pulls you into a dance whenever he feels like it. It’s the way he looks at you, smiles at you, thinks of you. He makes you feel like nothing you do could ever be a mistake, and reminds you everyday that all he wants is to be with you. You look at the kitchen that you’ve put together, the dishes you made in pottery class together, the silverware you researched together on 2x speed watching a shit load of Youtube videos and making a pros and cons list of every brand before making a commitment to them, the pots and pans that his grandmother gave him, the chairs that you both shopped for. All you want is to be with him. The song finishes and he takes out the strawberry cake that you got for him, out of the fridge and digs in with a fork–not even slicing up the cake and offers you a strawberry before plopping one in his mouth. You both enjoy each other's company, and end up jumping on the couch like children when a stray balloon flies up too far to reach, and once the day is over you brush your teeth together, and cuddle up with one another. “Did you have a good day today?” you ask with your squeamish smile-frown, hoping that he’ll say yes–still a little guilty despite the great day you had together. “I couldn’t ask for a better birthday. Is it bad that I kind of enjoyed you messing up? I think it’s cute when I see you care so much. I don’t even care that much.” He pauses, “Last year, I just got a last minute cake for myself. And I just ate it alone on my computer desk. This year has definitely been an upgrade. I wasn’t living near my friends or family so I just–did nothing.” He pauses again. “I got birthday wishes, of course. But that was all. Kind of forgot it was coming so quickly to be honest.” He continues, “I just worked all day, glued to my computer screen. And I wasn’t happy at all. I forgot why I was working so hard. I forgot what I really wanted in life, and what was important to me…so I just relearned what was important to me again. Who I was, who I want to be, what I want my life to look like—and honestly? This is all I’ve ever wanted. I want to be someone understanding and nice and stupid and goofy and vulnerable and I wanna be with someone who lets me be that person without feeling stupid. I want to be with you and I love my life like this.” “I love you.” “I love you, too.” And you fall asleep together, knowing that tomorrow will also be a nice day, full of things to look forward to. Full of new things to learn about him. Full of things to learn about you. Full of mistakes to be made...but you'll take it in stride with him, your partner in life. ------------------------------------------ We hit the community goal so we would have some Micah ASMR a while back and here it is! I hope you enjoy!
