#i wish i could smash an entire birthday cake in your face today but you live too far grrr

[modernmanblues]

wishing the happiest of birthdays to eric stewart’s songwriting partner and the man who thought that having an afro in the 70s was a huge fashion mistake. well i beg to differ, Graham. i think if anyone could rock the fro in those days, you were probably one of the few that played the part well.

here’s to another beautiful year around the sun, my man. 77 is the new 29 as they say. stay groovy, stay healthy and may you have the most spectacular of birthdays.

oh and hit up your ole pal Eric Stewart one of these days, why don’t ya? i think it’d be nice to..you know..collaborate with him on a new album cos us 10cc fans are desperate for a new 10cc album in 2023 buuutttt imma leave that up to you kids.

eat lots of cake for me!!! love ya buddyyyy mwaahh 💜

ac/ib starrygrimes

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[oopskashish]

Hi! can I request a Harry Potter x reader fic? one where Harry gives Y/N a necklace that belonged to Lily in a way to show her how much she means to him? ❤️

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A/N: I am so sorry that it took me so long to write this but I was just gathering the best ideas I could think of. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Summary: After the battle of ministry, Harry gives his lover a part of his parents.

Pairing: Harry Potter x reader

Warning: almost death of someone but there are no deaths, fluff, and just emotional in a good way.

The air was strumming with tension as Y/N stood beside Harry, wide-eyed. She looked around as the Death Eaters apparated in the department of mysteries. Each death-eater had their wands at least one DA student.

Harry and Y/N whirled around to see Lucius Malfoy walk towards them. Y/N felt a hand wrap around her arm and she was tugged back. Her back met someone’s chest and she looked up to find Yaxley. She felt the tip of his wand touch the side of her neck where her veins laid.

He held her wrist of the hand which was holding her wand and twisted it, making her scrunch her face in pain, and she dropped the wand.

She was disarmed, without her wand she was an open target.

She closed her eyes for a moment, forcing herself to calm down, taking in a couple of deep breaths.

A chaotic mind is the source of error.

She could hear her father practically whisper in her ear.

She opened her eyes to find Harry having a conversation with Lucius.

“Harry, we will let your friends go if you hand me the prophecy.”

Harry contemplated the thought, looking at his friends and then finally at his girlfriend who shook her head subtly.

“Don’t.” Y/N mouthed.

Harry gave no reaction to her and turned to Lucius. He thought for a moment, looking at Lucius who was looking at him with almost a hopeful expression.

“You will let my friends go?” Harry questioned him.

“Yes, I will.” Lucius says with a satisfied expression. His plan was working.

“Alright, then.” Harry casually shrugged, extending his hand to give him the crystal ball which held the priceless prophecy. Lucius smiled as he outstretched his hand to grasp it.

Just when he thought he had, Harry, accidentally of course, let the ball slip out of his hand. The prophecy fell down and smashed against the floor, the misty cloud dissolving in the air.

“Oops.”

Lucius’ nose flared with anger, just as he was about to raise his wand, a voice interrupted him.

“Get away from my godson.”

Lucius whirled around, facing Sirius Black who delivered a fantastic punch right in his jaw. The intensity of the punch made him fall on the ground.

The order members apparated in the department and started fighting the death-eaters.

Except one, Yaxley.

Yaxley had a hand wrapped around her neck, holding her firmly in his grasp. She tried not to struggle against his grip.

"I will kill her if any of you try to attack us." His voice boomed in the room, making everyone turn to him. Y/N scowled, and looked down at his hand, specifically his watch trying to think of something.

"Don't you dare." Harry seethed out, which was very unlike him. Sirius held him back before he could have attacked Yaxley.

This was a compromising situation.

Or was it?

Y/N slowly grasped his wrist, making him glance at her. She didn't do anything, knowing his grip can't go any tighter than it already was. Otherwise it would affect her in a brutal manner.

"Now, drop your wands." Yaxley said, just loud enough for everyone to hear.

Y/N's hand shot up and it gripped his hair. She gathered all the strength in her body and flipped him over her head, letting his body crash on the ground. In process, his grip on her neck had loosened, much to her luck.

She whispered a thanks to her dad who got her innumerable martial arts lessons while she grew up.

"I think not." She quickly reached for her wand and she watched as he stood up to his feet.

"Scared to duel a 15 year old one?" She asks, cocking her head to side. Yaxley was looking at her with a disgruntled expression which was accompanied by loathe.

"Shut up you filthy half breed." He sneered, casting a spell which she easily defended.

All around her people were firing spells.

She was an excellent duellist, the best in her year. She had defeated numerous brilliant witches and wizards in her school but here was a man who was as cruel as he was talented.

His hexes were being thrown at her at the speed of light, and there was no way she could win until and unless she took him by surprise.

Her mind was processing all the spells she has ever learnt from anyone and everyone. She exhales as she casted a spell made by Fred and George which Yaxley, fortunately, missed to defend.

His face suddenly grew blisters which was a perfect moment for her to disarm him.

But instead of Expelliamus, she went with,

"Anaticula!"

A smirk played on her lips when the wand shined very lightly, but it was enough to show her that her spell worked.

Sirius suppressed his urge to smile when he heard the spell he and James used on countless death eaters in the first war.

Yaxley muttered some profanities and casted the cruciatus curse on her. But instead of the curse, a duck came out and it quacked around Yaxley.

"Cute duck." She smiles and before muttering, "Petrificus Totalus" and freezing the man.

She padded her way towards Harry and Sirius, careful of any spells that might hit her. Her eyes widened when she saw Bellatrix appear and cast a spell on Sirius.

She pushed Sirius out of the way and she was hit by a red beam of light which exerted a force on her, causing her to be thrown back.

Y/N was ready to take her final breaths, knowing that the curtain was of death and it will kill anyone who touches it.

But instead she landed near Harry, panting.

None of it made sense but she got up, and watched Sirius duel with Bellatrix now. Harry pulled her to side near a rock.

"Are you okay?" He hastily asks.

"Yeah. What happened-" she was cut off by a sound of crack.

They two of them emerged from their corner to find Voldemort standing there, and all the death eaters apparated to stand behind him.

Y/N forced herself not to go to him and go all Jackie Chan on him, instead she inhaled and exhaled and stood beside Sirius who was heaving heavily.

"Harry Potter, yet again we meet. Now, where is that prophecy?" He asks, looking at Lucius at the end of the question.

Before Lucius could have said a word, Dumbledore and Y/N's father apparated.

"You shouldn't have come here, Tom." Dumbledore says calmly, and gestured Y/F/N to step back.

Y/F/N did it, hesitantly, glancing back at Y/N, Harry, Sirius, and Remus.

He had been a rather close friends with Marauders, especially when it came to pranking. He wasn't exclusively a Marauder since he had a group of friend of his own in f/h/n.

The duel between the two exceptionally brilliant wizards started.

"Sirius get out of here!" Dumbledore tells him. He was about to take Harry's hand but then Dumbledore intruppted, yet again. "Don't take him."

Sirius took a deep breath in and looked at Harry.

"Stay safe, and go behind Remus."

"Padfoot, take my daughter with you." Y/F/N said.

"But I-" Y/N was cut off by Sirius who grabbed her arm and apparated back to Grimmauld place.

"Sirius I need to go there! Dad is there and so is Harry. What if something happens to them? I can't live without either of them!" Y/N started panicking.

Sirius held her by her shoulders, causing her to look him in the eyes.

"I hate this just as much as you do, but I won't go against your dad's wish. They both will be okay, Dumbledore is there. Y/F/N is an excellent wizard, don't worry."

Y/N nodded, and hugged Sirius. Sirius wrapped his arms around her shoulders and rubbed her back.

The two had gotten closer since they both cared a lot about Harry. Sirius had been keeping in touch with her asking about Harry and of course about her well being too.

Sirius, as a matter fact, was a great uncle. She remembered how he had sent an entire set of oil paints, the top quality, as a birthday gift. He had told her about her father and mother's embarrassing moments, as a result for a week she couldn't look at them without laughing.

"Thank you," she says, parting away.

"No need of that, now let's get you a cup of tea." He led her to the kitchen where he told Kreacher to make tea for them.

They sat at the dining table, both of them hiding their anxiousness.

"By the way, that flip was amazing."

Y/N laughs. "Dad made me go to martial classes for a long time. I used to cry when I was too tired to go there but he dragged me if that what it took. By the way, how did I not end being thrown at the veil?"

"Harry used the reverse spell just in time."

"I hate to leave him there, but dad just had to say that." Y/N pouted as she took the tea from Sirius, thanking him quietly.

"Your father is very stubborn." Sirius nods, pouring tea for the two of them. "Good thing that y/m/n is stubborn too."

"Oh, don't say that. Them being stubborn is a nightmare. They can go on arguing for hours what would be the dinner. In the end, there will be a Shepherd's pie and a Cornish pasty."

Sirius chuckled. "That would make a good plater."

"Oh no, I would be probably eating cake for dinner." Y/N says, dipping her biscuit in the tea.

Sirius laughs.

"I can't imagine how is it living with you guys."

"Well, quite amusing actually." She nods. "Where is mum?"

"She is at work, an emergency."

Y/N nods. Her mum was an exceptional healer, and was half of the time at work since it was such a demanding job. While her father worked as a curse breaker.

"Y/N," Sirius keeps his now empty cup in the saucer. "I am grateful for what you did today but it was a very stupid decision. You can't risk your life for me."

"Well, you mean the world to Harry. He would go mental without you."

"He would go mental without you too." Sirius says, keeping a hand on hers. "Promise me that you won't do it, if such a situation ever happens again."

"I am not going to make any promises that I might break."

Sirius was touched by the sincerity in her voice. It reminded him of his own best friend, his brother, who once saved his life during a mission in the order.

But he still gave her a pointed look.

Y/N only shrugged and she jokes. "I can't lose an uncle who gives me the best presents."

Sirius keeps a hand on his heart, mocking a look of hurt. "You only like me because I am good at giving presents."

"No but it is a big reason." She grins. Sirius smiled at her too.

The door opens and Harry comes in along with the others, looking exceptionally pale. He looked beyond exhausted as he padded into the room.

Harry had barely got near the dining table when Y/N shot up from her chair and flung her arms around his neck. Harry reciprocated the hug, burying his face deep in her neck. He sighed in relief as her scent flooded his senses, calming him down immediately. He closed his eyes, letting the tension of his body evaporate away.

"Harry, are you okay? Did that noseless bastard hurt you? I am going to break his ribs if he dares to do anything." She whispers in his ear, making him chuckle.

"Noseless bastard?" Harry mused.

She slapped his shoulder lightly. "Answer me."

"I'm fine."

"Now tell me the truth." She says, parting away. Harry sighs, looking down at the floor.

"He invaded my mind, again."

Y/N clenched her jaw. Harry reached for her hands and rubbed his thumb against her knuckles, calming her down.

He pulled away when Sirius approached him and hugged him fiercely. She looked around and gave Remus a smile who nodded back.

Hermione, Ginny, Ron, and the others were all seated at the table and were being served tea by Kreacher who kept on mumbling things under his breath.

She bit her lip anxiously as she looked for her father, sighing in relief when he came in. Y/F/N strides towards her and hugged her, holding her incredibly close to him.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?"

"Yes dad." She mumbled into his shirt, holding him tightly. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," he breathes out, "I'm okay."

The father and daughter parted away, and Y/F/N hugged Harry, checking him over in a fatherly manner.

After the death of Harry's parents and when he was sent to the Dursley's, Y/F/N had somehow tracked him down and demanded that Harry will stay with him for the weekends.

Y/F/N and Y/M/N were close friends of Lily, and they wanted to make sure that Harry is alright. They knew about Lily and Petunia's relationship and thus wanted to make sure he grows up with as much love as they could provide him.

Y/N and Harry had been close childhood friends and Y/M/N made sure he get all the love he could while he lived in an abusive household. They were a family, practically, and not even Dumbledore couldn't stop them from being together.

When Y/F/N and Harry parted away, Sirius asked Harry.

"Snape didn't teach you much, did he?"

He shook his head. "He didn't teach me the actual method. He just kept invading my mind instead of teaching me how to actually defend myself."

Sirius and Y/F/N share a look, both swearing on their lives to make sure Snape gets what he deserves.

Sirius then turned to Harry. "I think you should sleep, you must be very tired."

Harry nodded, sagging his shoulders. He wordlessly took Y/N's hand and pulled her out of the room with him.

"Keep the door open!" They heard Y/F/N call out and a few chuckles from the room.

The couple blushed at that. "Don't remind me, father." Y/N said, just loud enough for him to hear.

The couple went to the room that Harry and Ron shared during the summer. Harry rummaged through his pockets as Y/N freed her hair from a ponytail and ruffled them a bit.

"Y/N?" She turned to Harry, who was holding a necklace.

"Yes, love?"

Harry sits beside her and let her take his free hand. "Sirius gave me a necklace over this summer. It belongs to Mum. I want you to have it."

Y/N's eyes widened. "What?"

Harry leaned in and kissed her cheek, smiling softly at her. "You have always been the light in my darkness, and I am sure that mum and dad would have loved you with all their heart. It would mean a lot to me if you keep a part of them with you."

Tears prickled in her eyes after hearing those sweet words and she hugged him tightly, burying her face in his neck. She sniffled, holding back her tears.

Harry nuzzled into her neck, kissing the skin there. He let her collect herself, his gentle touches reminding her that he loved her more than anything in the world.

"Are you sure about this, Harry?" She whispered.

Harry pulled away, just a little to look in those deep beautiful eyes he fell in love with. "I have been surer about anything else in the world."

Y/N smiled and kissed the corner of his lips. She parted away and turned around, gathering her hair to the side. Harry gently took the necklace, holding it as if it was made of stars.

But it was more precious than that.

He clipped the necklace around her neck, and Y/N touched it with her finger tips, feeling the carvings of the metal that had a flower on it, a lily of course.

She turned around and let him pull her into a kiss.

It was divine.

The feeling of tension left their bodies as soon as their lips, and the sumptuous feeling of unconditional love they had for each other filled them up to the brim, flooding their souls.

It was as if the sky held stars for the first time and found the meaning of happiness. The feeling was as ethereal when the sun first shined.

It was a heaven the found in one another.

They parted away, panting. Breathless smiles took over their faces as they looked at each other's lips with so much affection that even blind could see.

They laid down on the bed, embracing each other as the silent promise of being together no matter what was made.

A promise that was fulfilled even when the hell broke loose and the darkness flooded their lives. They stayed together, being each other's light.

-/-/-/-

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[ladyblogger-margie]

Sticky Celebration

Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller (Triple Frontier) x F!Reader

Summary: It’s your birthday and Will helps you celebrate in a special way. 

Warnings: 18+ ONLY (general smut, PinV sex, unprotected sex, food play, oral F!recieveing, cum play) Reader gets a hickey.

Word Count: 1917

Prompt: Unwrapping

a/n: This got away from me. It also has barely anything to do with the prompt. 

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The weather was colder today than it has been the last week and the clouds were threatening rain all day but hadn’t followed through yet 

You were curled up on the couch, nursing a glass of your favourite wine. This wine you only indulged on for special occasions was more expensive than a weeknight bottle, and the rarity of your treat made it all the more delicious. 

The special occasion today was your birthday. Though the recent pandemic had kept you from being able to have the blow out party you’d been planning, it still ended up being a pretty nice day anyway. That was all thanks to Will Miller. 

Your boyfriend Will had moved in with you not long after the pandemic started in the first place. You two hadn't been dating that long then, but the big step had felt just right when the rest of the world felt so wrong. 

In the kitchen Will was doing the last of the dinner dishes. He wasn’t the greatest cook in the world and his range was limited, but he did a few things really really well. He also had a special talent for your favourite meal. 

You’d asked him the first time he made it how’d he’d known the subtle tricks of the dish so well. He informed you that he had called your mom and asked her to share with him the secret. Not only that, but he’d gone to visit her to practice a few times. 

Your mom told you later that that day was the one she knew that he was going to be your person for life. Knowing the story only made the food all the better.

You heard the water shut off in the kitchen, but Will didn’t reappear right away. When he eventually did, he brought with him a simple birthday cake with a few candles on top. He sang happy birthday to you, his voice like sweet honey whiskey. He set the cake down in front of you. 

“Make a wish, sweetheart,” he instructed. 

“But I have everything I could have ever hoped for already,” you said, and you meant it as you held his hand. 

“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” he winked at you. 

You blew out your candles and he clapped his hands a few times before he took them off the top of your cake. 

Then you couldn’t help yourself and you launched yourself on him, pushing him back on the couch. You gripped his head in your hands firmly and locked him in a place where you could kiss him firmly, and nip at his lower lip. 

You seemed to catch him off guard and it took him a moment to respond to you. But when he did, you got exactly what you wanted from him. He gripped your hips tightly and pulled you close to him. He opened his mouth against yours and pushed your lips open to press his tongue against yours. 

His hands snuck up your back and unclasped your bra. Then he broke his kiss with you just long enough to pull your bra and shirt off in one piece over the top of your head. Then his lips were fastly back on you, biting at your collarbone. 

Will was normally so sweet, so gentle, but there was something about his energy tonight that was more urgent, more primal. You loved it. 

You tugged on his short hair roughly, your kiss against his forehead sloppy and wet as he worked a hickey onto the exposed flesh of your neck. He pulled off you, a string of saliva connecting hips lips to you and you felt the wetness between your legs growing. You watched him, hungry, and his look mirrored yours. 

You pulled his shirt off over his head and ran your fingers quickly over his muscular chest. Normally you’d take your time admiring him, but the pace was quicker tonight than usual. He was kissing you again, your hands finding the graphic scar on his abdomen. You remembered the story of how he got it and it only made you more desperate to fill him inside you, to prove the very fact he was alive and well. 

In a quick, surprising movement, he flipped you over to your seat on the couch before he dropped to his knees between your legs. He propped himself up to trail his lips down your chest, scratching your exposed breasts with his well-trimmed beard. 

You dropped your head back as he took your nipple in his mouth. He had one hand on your back, leveraging you to arch your back to his lips, and the other gripped tightly to your hip. When he bit the underside of your breast, you gasped and knew it would leave a mark - one you’d investigate later and fully appreciate. 

“Careful of the cake,” you warned him as he shifted on his knees, dangerously close to the cake on the small table there.

He paused, then licked his lips. 

“Did you want some cake, sweetheart?” he asked, his tone suggestive. 

“Only if you feed it to me,” you replied with a wink. 

He reached out to the cake and scooped a generous amount of icing to the tip of his finger and pushed it into your mouth. The action was sloppy and he dropped some icing onto your stomach on the way. He took care of that though, licking it up with his eager tongue as you sucked on his finger that was in your mouth. 

He wasn’t finished though. He reached over again and this time grabbed a small handful of cake and smeared it across your breasts, the crumbs and icing sticking to your heaving chest. You squirmed under him as he ate the cake off your naked body, getting icing and cake stuck chaotically in his beard. 

When he licked you mostly clean, but leaving you definitely sticky, you pushed him off you and onto his back on the floor. He watched as you stripped off your pants and underwear quickly and tossed them back on the couch. 

Then you lowered yourself over him and straddled his waist. You smashed some cake against his chest and licked it back off him with hungry enthusiasm. You felt his hips buck slightly under you and felt his erection firm against you through the constraints of his jeans. 

When he was as messy and sticky as you, you pulled off his pants and briefs and tossed them to the side. You paused for just a moment to appreciate just how hot Will Miller really was. He was flat on his back, his breathing elevating, and he was covered in cake, but he’d never looked sexier. 

Then you didn’t wait any longer to wrap your hand around his long, thick cock and pump him in your hand. He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply under your touch, reaching out to hold you in his hands. 

You reached up and grabbed another handful of cake, this time pushing it into his mouth. He sucked hard on the three fingers you shoved in his mouth. He grunted as you pumped him fast and hard. 

Then he flipped you to your back and traced down your naked body with his sticky lips leaving a messy trail. 

He landed on your dripping cunt and devoured you enthusiastically. His hands were roaming your body frantically, grabbing, scratching, pulling on your legs, ass, and hips wildly. 

You writhed under his mouth, moaning his name as he sucks on your clit. You feel the heat rising in your core as you rock against his face. You squeezed your eyes shut as your breath hitched in your chest. 

It wasn’t long until you cum on his face, soaking his already messy beard in your slick. He doesn’t let up though. He pushes through your oversensitivity and mindless babbling, not giving you any recovery time. He tongue fucks you, and doesn’t give you any peace, just mind blowing ecstasy. 

When you cum for the second time, your vision goes black as you squeeze his head with your thighs. You reach up and grab another handful of cake as Will kisses back up your body. You feed him the cake from your hand and you shove it roughly against his mouth. 

He licks your hand, mixing icing, and saliva with your slick and leaving it on your skin. You pull his face to yours and kiss him, eating the smushed cake from his beard. The taste was a mix of vanilla and your own cum and it sent tingles through your body. 

Will lined himself up between your legs and looked deeply into your eyes. He was a filthy sight and you wanted more. 

“Fuck me, Will Miller,” you begged him, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him close to you. 

He kissed you softly, more softly than he’s been thus far as he slowly pressed himself into you. He was so thick and so long it took your breath away to take him inside you so fully. But you loved that. You loved how full he made you feel, how connected it made you feel to not only his body but to all of him. 

Will’s pace started slow, but when you bit his shoulder hard enough to leave teeth marks, he picked up his power. He thrust into you so fully, it knocked a groan out of your lips that forced a smirk on his face. You knew he loved your little noises, but he loved the fact that he was the cause of them even more. 

He fucked you so hard, so thoroughly, your tits bounce wildly and you felt your entire body tremble beneath him. He pinched your chin between his thumb and finger and forced you to watch him as he came deep inside you. 

Then he kissed you, brushing your cheek with his thumb. When you felt him grow softer inside you, he pulled out and scurried down your body to watch his cum leak out of you. He pushed his fingers inside you, playing with his own cum, mixing it with your own juices. 

You lay on your back, sticky and satisfied as you come down from your high and Will watched your pussy pulse and push his cum out of you. You knew you two made a huge mess, but you couldn’t find a single reason to care or worry about that now. 

When Will was satisfied with what he saw, he kissed your inner thigh. He looked up at you, his eyes dreamy and expression soft. 

“Happy Birthday, sweetheart,” he said, “Thanks for letting me unwrap a present on your birthday.”

You cocked your head, “I didn’t get you a present.”

“You’re my present,” he said, totally serious. So serious you didn’t even laugh at how cheesy it was. 

You stroke his face in your hand as you say, “I love you.”

Then he scoops you up in his arms and carries you to the bathroom. He turns on the shower and helps you step in under the hot water. You brace yourself against him as he scrubs you both clean. 

After he towel dries you, he wraps you in a robe. 

“Can we have cake again tomorrow?” you ask with a smirk. 

“Anything you want, sweetheart,” he replied. 

Then he took you in his arms and kissed you deeply. You smiled as you faintly tasted vanilla on his lips. 

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[phoebe-lou]

A Forgotten Birthday

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Pairing: Number Five x reader

Summary: After saving the world from the apocalypse, Five struggles with living a simple life causing a strain on his relationship.

Word Count: 2009

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5...4...3...2..1! Happy Birthday to me.

Sunlight shone throughout my room, and a gentle breeze drifted through the open windows. Looking over at the clock which now read 6.00am, I allowed a smile to grace over my lips. I had been restless all night and had been sat up worrying about Five like usual. I hoped today would be different, giving both of us one day to take a break from his obsessive apocalyptic nature.

Rolling over on my side, I was shocked to find the other side of the bed empty and Five's early morning 'signature' coffee missing. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I peeled back the duvet and groggily trudged over to the bathroom. After gently splashing some cold water over my face and brushing my teeth, I tossed my crazy-ass hair into a messy bun like a boss, and began the trek to the kitchen.

Expecting to be greeted with breakfast and a fresh cup of coffee, I found non other than a half-naked Klaus passed out on the table, and Five no where in sight. For fucks sake. I rolled my eyes and began making Klaus some breakfast as he'll need some hangover food to soak up all the alcohol. I decided to just throw in some toast and pour a glass of orange juice, as Klaus began waking up and mumbling something about his ass and chocolate pudding?

"Morning sunshine." I said with an amused smile on my face, whilst Klaus began to groan and pulled himself up into a sitting position.

"What rude bitch opened the blinds this morning?" He said after accepting a glass of orange juice I handed him.

"That would have been you, and your amazing Picasso skills last night I'm guessing."

Klaus looked up at the blinds to see that someone had cut them up to make some clothes, since there was underwear shaped holes missing.

"I was wondering what I was wearing, it's definitely not yours or Allison's."

"I think the yellow 'blind' underwear, really complements your eyes." I laughed winking at him, as I took the toast out and began buttering it.

"Danke."

"So what year is it again?" Klaus mumbled as he began munching on the toast I put in front of him.

"You mean the date Klaus?."

"Yeah that."

"It's __________ (insert birthday🥳)."

"Holy shit!" Klaus shot up, knocking his chair over and throwing the toast to the ground. Then sassily marched over to me, where he pulled me into a giant bone crushing hug. Jesus how does he wake up so fast?

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU SEXY MIDGET."

"I'M ONLY 4"10, FIGHT ME BITCH."

"ALSO BEN SAYS HAPPY BIRTHDAY."

"TELL HIM I LOVE HIM."

*Meanwhile Ben just rolls his eyes*

"There is way too much Klaus and Y/N in here, this early in the morning." Diego huffed as he began filling up the kettle, not even bothering to comment on Klaus's attire.

"Good morning to you too Antonio Banderas." Klaus laughed and high-fived me.

"Besides it's only 7.00am." I smiled.

"Whatever."

"Oooo whose got your panties in a twist?."

"Anyway, Happy Birthday Y/N." Diego huffed.

"Awww you remembered, I knew you loved me really." I said forcing Diego into a hug which he eventually gave into. Suddenly another pair of arms wrapped around us. Diego became alarmed and shouted "What is wrong with you?!"

Klaus innocently smiled "I just wanted to be part of the moment."

"What's wrong with who?" Trust monkey boy to enter at this moment.

"I'll take this as my leave." Diego shrugged Klaus's arms off him, then subtly tilted his head at me, towards a card he placed by the microwave. Before marching off, after I gave him a beaming smile and a wave.

"Happy Birthday kid."

"Thanks Luther but you know I'm 28 years older than you."

"And your even more immature than Klaus, and trust me that's saying something."

"Rude. Hey don't agree with him Ben, you're supposed to be on my side." Klaus began to have a one-sided argument with 'Ben.' While I took this as a chance to slip out the kitchen and get ready.

*2 hours later*

Yes I'm high maintenance, and looking this gorgeous takes a while.

I finally finished my outfit my adding my new moon necklace, which was a birthday present from Luther (that was probably picked by Allison).

I sprayed some perfume and let my h/c  hair fall down. Mission was ago. Find Five. Get drunk. Party. Have an awesome birthday. Go back a few steps and whoop Five's ass for no breakfast in bed. Perfect.

I looked through the entire house, where there was no trace of him so decided to head over to Griddy's Doughnuts. As I opened the front door, I walked into Allison and Vanya who immediately wished me a Happy Birthday and began planning a girls night out. Just what I need after putting up with all this shit, Five keeps throwing at me.

*Flashback* - Warning Mild Smut ⚠️

I was lounging across Five's bed pretending to read this boring romance novel, whilst Five was consistently writing long, complicated equations all over his wall. I wasn't expecting this is what he meant when he invited me over to spend sometime together. My patience was wearing thin, as I tried to tell myself that he was just not used to having a life outside of the apocalypse. But I went through it with him, so if I can learn to adapt, he should to.

Sneakily looking over at him, I came up with a plan to draw his attention away. Gently placing the book on the bed, I slowly walked towards him and placed my arms around his neck. It was no shocker that he immediately tensed up and his brows began to frown deeper.

"What do you want Y/N?"

"Not much." I whispered in his ear, as I ghosted my lips over his neck. "Just a little bit of attention."

Five sighed and tried to focus on the equation he was working on, which had now proven difficult as I began to pepper kisses along his jaw.

"Come on, enough."

I ignored him and began to drag my soft kisses down his neck, sucking a little harder until I found his sweet spot. Got you.

"Y/N...." He drifted off, as the pen dropped from his hands.

"Hmm?" I smirked and began grasping at his dark hair.

He finally turned around and smashed our lips together sloppily, as our tongues began fighting for dominance. He obviously won. His hands began to gently slide up the bottom of my top, just resting above my hips as he began to draw circles on my skin. Suddenly blue sparks surrounded us as I found ourselves teleported onto his desk.

He shoved all of his work out the way and began making out with me again. I gradually lifted my arms up, as he began to pull my top off...

"Y/N?"

"Y/N?"

"Y/N?!!"

My eyes fluttered dreamily as I looked over at Five who was frowning at me.

"For gods sake, did you fall asleep?! I wanted some help with these equations as you're the only non-idiotic person I know. Ugh forget it, of course it doesn't matter if there's another apocalypse." He whined sarcastically, and turned back around, continuing his work.

Five's writing came to a stop and as I launched my book at the walk near his head.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He shouted, finally exploding with frustration.

"You're an ass." I mumbled. He rolled his eyes and teleported away, probably before he did or said something he'd regret.

I preferred dream Five.

*Flashback over*

Arriving at Griddy's, I locked the car and walked over to the entrance and went inside. Surprise, surprise my 'affectionate' boyfriend was sat with a mug of coffee writing equations on napkins.

"Well, well, well good afternoon handsome." Five looked up irritated and forced a smile.

"What is it?" Was he joking?

"I thought we were going to spend the day together, you said you had something planned last week."

"We'll have to reschedule or something."

"Hahaha very funny grumpy-ass." He didn't look very amused, as he sighed and took a long sip of coffee.

"Can we talk later, I'm kind of in the middle of something?"

Alarms were going off. He had forgotten. Maybe he needed a little more convincing and a few hints.

"Well today is kind of a special day." He looked blankly at me before he gave me a genuine smile.

"Is it national coffee day? Thanks for reminding me gorgeous." He smirked and winked. Was he for fucking real?

"Maybe you should get some cake with that coffee."

"The sweetness ruins the bitter taste I like." You bitter old bugger.

"Isn't there something you're forgetting Five? Some sort of special day, for a special girl."

"Shit. You're right. Meet me at the house in 20 mins." With that he teleported away. Well my work here is done. I'm expecting a decent last minute party though.

After wasting 30 mins shopping, I decided to head back and see what Five had done. As I entered the house it was really quiet, until I reached the living room....

Where Five sat lounging on a sofa drinking margaritas with Dolores.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!!"

"Well when you say about a special day for a special lady, I remembered-d that it's been some years years since we found the lovely-y Dolores." He smirked cheekily at me and offered me a glass.

"Are you drunk?"

"No...."

"......."

"Maybe..."

"......"

"Yes..."

Just at the wrong time everyone came rushing in with party poppers, and balloons shouting 'SURPRISE.' I looked down to the floor with angry tears burning down my cheeks, I couldn't believe him. Everyone could sense the tension in the room, except for Five who still looked completely clueless.

"What's goin-n on? He slurred.

"Check the calendar..." I whispered.

I couldn't stand everyone looking at me with such pity so I went straight to our room, crying myself to sleep early.

*A few hours later*

I woke up to knocking at the door.

"Go away."

Hearing the familiar sound of Five's special jump I buried my face into my pillow.

"Can we talk...?"

"...."

"Please... Y/N."

"...."

"Can we just..."

"WHAT?!" I hissed, ripping the duvet off me to glare at him.

He straight away noticed my red, blotchy face, and long tear lines causing my mascara to run down my face.

"I'm sorry..." With that Five burst into tears. I'd only ever seem him cry twice so I wasn't sure what to do.

"I'm sorry-y... I've j-just been trying-g to be ready f-for something bad to happen-n again, as I know the c-commission wants order-r. We've both been-n to hell and b-back, and I can't imagine-e loosing you. I j-just wanted to keep-p you safe, but I've b-been so wrapped up in d-doing all these possible equations-s, that I've p-pushed you away.... Then I've been-n so preoccupied that I forgot-t your b-birthday..."

"Oh Five." I wrapped my arms around him as he began to sob into my chest. I whispered soothing words as I gently rubbed his back.

"You'll never loose me, and I'm not upset about my birthday that much. I honestly just miss spending time with you, and can't believe you prioritised coffee and a manikin over me you ass!" At this Five chuckled and began to calm down.

"You know I don't say it enough... but I love you Y/N."

"I love you too Five."

"Did you want to have that amazing party you've been telling me about?"

"Actually can we just spend the rest of today cuddling and watch a move?"

"Anything you want love."

"You were totally jealous of Dolores."

"Shut up Five."

_________________________________________

Hope you enjoyed it, let me know what you think 💖☂️

#number five #tua #writers on tumblr #the umbrella academy #netflix series #five hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #luther hargreeves #allison hargreeves #ben hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five x reader #number five x you #number five x reader

[thelittleredrobinhood]

Happy Birthday to You

In honor of Batman Day I’ve decided so post my first fic (it was meant for Jason Todd's birthday but hey its only a month late). Also, a special thank you to @reese-haleth for helping me edit!

Fandom: Batman

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth

Length: 1,900 words

Summary: A song fic to Happy Birthday about four of the most important birthdays in Jason Todd's life.

Trigger Warnings: Homelessness, Major Character death (canonical). If you would like me to add any please let me know. 

12th

Jason runs faster than he had in his entire life, an angry cop close on his tail. Just as he’s about to be caught he notices a fire escape up ahead. Acting quickly, he pulls himself up, still clutching his prize, and climbs out of view. From his hidden perch, he watches as the officer looks around the alley below, then angrily goes on to continue his search elsewhere.

 “Just like taking candy from a baby,” Jason mutters to himself, still half out of breath.

 After another moment he leaves his spot and returns to the streets, making sure to avoid the local cruisers out looking for trouble. Eventually he reaches the part of town even the cops won’t go and he’s home free. Well he’s free, he doesn’t exactly have a home to go to, but that’s a problem for later.

 On the cracked steps of an old abandoned building he finally stops to enjoy his ill-gotten gains. A box filled with a half dozen doughnuts, minus the one the officer was eating when Jason stole the rest. Glazed, not his favorite; He always liked chocolate best, but he wasn’t in a position to complain. He smiles to himself as he holds up the first treat.

 “Welp, it’s no birthday cake but it will have to do,” he says to himself. “Happy birthday to me, 11 may have sucked but maybe 12 will be better,” the young boy finally smiles. “I guess it’s time to make my wish.”

 Just as he is about to, an odd shadow passes by. He quickly looks up, just in time to catch a fading glance of the Batman himself, running across the rooftops, his path lit only by the moon. Jason waits another moment, but no one follows behind the vigilante. Robin had been gone for a few months now, though no one knows what happened for sure. Some say he died, some say he quit, some say he ran off to California.

 “Psh, California, what an idiot. If I were Robin I’d never leave,” Jason mumbles as he finally tears his eyes from the sky and looks back down at the box in his lap.

 “Well, these doughnuts aren’t gonna eat themselves.”

 He blows out his imaginary candles and wolfs down his dinner.

 Happy Birthday to you

 15th

An alarm blares as the light shines through his window. Normally, Jason would ignore it and go back to sleep, since Alfred would wake him up later, but today was different. He bolts awake after just the first beep and begins getting ready. Still struggling with his pants, he throws open the door and runs downstairs, sliding a little on the hardwood floors at the bottom of the grand staircase, he catches himself just in time. Before becoming Robin, he definitely would have fallen on his butt. It looks like all his training really is paying off.

 Stopping himself before the doorway of the main dining room, he makes himself presentable and walks in as calmly as possible.

 “Morning B,” Jason says nonchalantly as he enters the room and takes a seat.

 Bruce is sitting peacefully at the head of the table with his usual cup of coffee and today's paper. He glances up at his ward with a knowing smile on his face.

 “Good morning, Jaylad. Sleep alright?”

 Just as Jason was about to respond his nose caught the scent of breakfast. He snapped his head to the kitchen door to see Alfred bringing in the world’s largest tray of pancakes. It’s a yearly tradition; Jason always gets his favorite foods on his birthday.

 Today is always his favorite out of the whole year, everything about it is awesome. Bruce always takes off work to celebrate with him, and later he would open presents. They would play video games and basketball and whatever else Jason could think of. Maybe Dick would even swing by for a bit! It's the best.

 Although every moment is great, Jason’s favorite part is the end. They will all gather in the dining room, but Jason will get to sit at the head of the table this time. Bruce will turn out the lights and Alfred will bring in a homemade birthday cake. They’ll sing to him and he’ll blow out real candles, like in the movies. He could picture it now.

 The only problem is, he can’t figure out just what to wish for. He has everything he could ever want. He finally has a place; he finally has a home. It takes him the whole day to figure out his wish, but when he finally found it, he knew.

 He wished to stay right here, for the rest of his life.

Happy Birthday to you

 18th

The night air was freezing on his skin, the absence of the sun leaving his world cold. Today used to be a day of celebration, now it only brought pain. In his heart he knows he did all he could, that he had given his son everything and more. But then why did he blame himself?

 Bruce follows the overgrown path to the small graveyard. He did not come here often, though that only makes the guilt stronger. He should try to fix that, but he never will.

 Today he swallows the pain and guilt and kneels to the ground, placing a lone rose before a small grave. Too small, just like the boy buried underneath it. He had never had the chance to grow much, as years of malnutrition kept him far shorter than his peers, but Bruce had never minded. It meant he got to carry him a little longer, before he grew too big. He wished he could carry him again, just one last time. 

 The tears came before he could stop them. The water flooding his cheeks as the memories flooded his mind. A small boy laughing, opening presents just a few years ago. He would have been 18 today, officially a man.

 Maybe it's better this way.

 The thought crawls through his brain, dredged up from the darkest corner of his mind.

He will get to stay Bruce's little boy forever, he will never leave him. He will stay the perfect child, untainted by the rebellion of youth and the pain of adulthood, but deep-down Bruce knew, he would watch all of that happily if it meant he got to see his son again. He would do anything to feel the pain of watching his child outgrow him. He would give everything to feel something other than this. Anything but this.

 He stands abruptly, he has to leave. He’s too close to breaking down, to losing it completely, and if he did that, he may never be able to put himself back together. That’s why he never comes here, it’s why he can’t. Too many people rely on him now.

 He takes a deep breath and one last look at the grave. He tries to say it, to form the words on his tongue, but they never come.

 He walks away.

 Happy Birthday dear Jason

 20th

Red Hood runs like he has been running his whole life, like he’ll never stop. He doesn’t bother to see if the cops are still chasing him, he doesn’t care, he just runs.

 He turns down an alley and spots an old fire escape and its instinct. He hops up and climbs until the street is far beneath him. He hears the cops down below, sees their lights flashing in the night sky. He remembers when he used to be scared of them, not anymore. Now they’re scared of him.

 They won’t follow him here, but it doesn’t matter, he keeps running. Truth be told, it's not them he’s running from today. Finally, he stops and takes a moment to catch his breath. He walks to the roof's edge to rest when he realizes where he is.

 The building had been condemned many years ago, now just a rotting shell and cracked front steps. When he was younger, he used to come to this place all the time. It was far enough from the worst part of town that he could handle himself, but just close enough that the cops wouldn’t come near. It was safe here.

 He takes a seat and rests on the edge of the roof, his legs hanging over the side, feet dangling far above the street below. There was a time in his life he used to dream of this view, staring up at the rooftops, wishing for a different life. He learned the hard way to be careful what you wish for.

 The rest of the memories hit him full force, everything he was avoiding smashing into him like a bomb. Images of a happy boy bursting behind his eyelids, eating pancakes and playing basketball. Fragments of a life he lost; one he can never have back. A life he would give anything to have back, especially today. No one even remembered what today is, it used to be his favorite day of the year.

 He loses track of time as he watches life go on below him, so much time has passed since he was last here, but some things never change. It’s quite when he first notices it, the flicker of a familiar shadow. He doesn’t move, doesn’t react, but lets him come.

 A quiet thump sounds behind him, he doesn’t even flinch.

 “What do you want B?” he asks without turning around.

 A moment later the footsteps come closer and a large figure sits down calmly beside him. They sit in silence for a moment, what a sight that must be. The Red Hood, a wanted murderer, and the dark knight himself. Though Hood had long since stopped worrying about things like that and if the people below noticed them, they didn’t care enough to show it.

 “Why are you here B?” Hood asks again.

 “Do you think I forgot?” Batman turns to his son and removes his mask, transforming instantly to Bruce Wayne. “We still celebrated, even when…” he can’t bring himself to finish that sentence. Red Hood turns to him in surprise, and after another moment removes his mask as well. Becoming just Jason Todd.

 “Why?” he asks.

 “You’re family,” Bruce says

 “Even after all these years? Even after everything I’ve done?”

 “When you were gone, I would have done just as much and more to bring you back, no matter how long it took. You’re my son,” Jason looks away to hide the tears forming in his eyes.

 “What now?” Jason says. His voice rough, quiet.

 “Whatever you want Jay-lad. It’s your birthday after all,” Bruce responds, his voice just as broken. “Alfred even made cake.”

“Yeah, alright. I could definitely go for some cake.” Jason smiles weakly. Bruce nods and replaces his cowl, gesturing for Jason as he leaps from the roof. Red Hood replaces his helmet and follows into the moonlight.

 Down below, two odd shadows cast the street in darkness as Batman and his Robin run across the rooftops once more.

 Happy Birthday to you

#batmanday #bruce wayne #jason todd #tw: major character death #tw: homelessness #angst #but with a happy ending #birthdays #my first fic

[crazy-little-cool-cat]

Hand in Glove - Chapter 24 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: I’m a shooting star leaping through the skies like a tiger, defying the laws of gravity. Don’t stop me now. Also, y’all can thank the Jewish holidays for giving me so much free time to write. This chapter was written in collaboration with @ramibaby​. My dear, thank you for sacrificing your fics for this chapter. You are a champion. 

Word Count: Laughs nervously.

Warnings: There’s smut. Also, I’m kind of making fun of fanfics in this one, which means I’m making fun of myself, mostly, so please, fellow writer - do not take this seriously. This is pure fun. If you’re confused by this statement, just read the chapter and your issues will be resolved. 

Chapter 1, Chapter 2,  Chapter 3,  Chapter 4,  Chapter 5,  Chapter 6,  Chapter 7,  Chapter 8,  Chapter 9,  Chapter 10,  Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 , Chapter 15 , Chapter 16 , Chapter 17 , Chapter 18 , Chapter 19 , Chapter 20 , Chapter 21 , Chapter 22 , Chapter 23

“Bullocks.”

“I’m telling you, Jamie. They hated it.”

“Sweet Clara,” Jamie shook his head and pursed his lips, “they’re lying. At least one of them is.”

“Who’s lying?” Annie startled them both.

“You are.” Jamie said, tongue in cheek.

“Enlighten me.” Annie crossed her arms.

“We’ve kissed, what, trillions of times?” Jamie asked. “Not one of them was like kissing a croc. Or an eel.”

“How do you even know -”

“The Snitcher here told me all about it.” Jamie patted Clara’s head. “Anyways, someone’s lying.”

Annie took a deep breath.

“Well, then?” Jamie tapped his foot as he waited for Annie to either tear him a new asshole or come clean. “Which one is it?”

“I mean, it wasn’t that bad.” Annie said, looking at the ground.

“Oh, no…” Clara took a step back while Jamie lifted his closed fist and released it, dropping an invisible mic. “Annie, what are you saying?”

“It wasn’t that bad.” Annie shrugged. “Did I make a whole show of it to get you knuckleheads to stop? Yes. But so did Joe.”

“Wait, what?”

“Oh, the plot thickens!” Jamie leered.

“Fuck off, Jamie.” Annie shot back. “Look, did I like the way Joe kissed me? No. Not really. He’s too gentle.”

“But?” Clara prodded on.

“But it wasn’t as horrible as we both said it was.” Annie said casually. “Will I do it again now that I know what it’s like? Nope.”

“Jamie?” Clara looked at the tall redhead.

Jamie squinted suspiciously at Annie, scrutinizing her from head to toe.

“She’s telling the truth.”

###

“How many more of these do we have left?” Ben rubbed his face with both hands and threw his head back against the back of the sofa he, Gwilym, Rami and Joe were crammed in since the morning. “If I have to answer the same bloody questions again…”

They finally got a break. Gwilym decided to go stretch his legs a bit and Rami went out for a smoke, leaving Ben and Joe alone in the room.

“I know, right?” Joe grumbled.

“Can I ask you something?” Ben removed his hands and turned his head to look at Joe.

“Shoot.”

“You liked kissing her, didn’t you?”

“Look, Ben, I don’t want to hurt your feelings…”

“So, you did.”

“It wasn’t as horrible as we made it seem, no.” Joe started. “But I didn’t like the way she kissed me, man.”

“What?”

“She’s too aggressive.” Joe shrugged. “The lip biting thing? I don’t like it.”

“Wait -”

“I mean, she’s not a bad kisser at all.” Joe rephrased. “Very... passionate.”

“Huh.”

“Just a bit too much for my liking.”

“Good. That’s good.” Ben straightened up. “So it won’t happen again?”

“No.” Joe smiled. “Although, her kiss did make me wonder what your sex life is like.”

“Amazing, actually.”

###

Annie stared at her phone, scratching her head in confusion. After looking through her texts while Ben filled the car with petrol, she had half a mind to pay someone to build a flying saucer for her and her family leave this planet forever.

“What’s wrong?” Ben said as he put on his seat-belt.

“The world.”

“Uh?”

“There’s people out there pining over Clara and me. Like, romantically.”

“Come again?” Ben adjusted the rear view mirror and smiled when Rory’s reflection appeared. “What are you on about?”

“They call us Clannie, Ben.”

“What?”

“They’re writing stories about Clara and me as a couple. Graphic stuff.”

“Can you send me a link to one of them?” Ben smirked.

“No!” Annie shuddered. “You sick, sick man!”

“Could be hot.” He shrugged.

“So could the stories about you, Gwilly and Joe.” Annie smirked back.

“What, like Gwil and me, Joe and me, and Gwil and Joe?”

“No, no,” Annie stifled a chuckle. “All three of you at once.”

Ben blinked, staring at the road ahead.

“Da!”

“Yeah, baby?” Ben replied instinctively, before slamming his foot on the breaks. “Did she just call me Da?”

“She’s six months old, I’m not sure babies start talking at that age.”

“She called me Da.” Ben insisted.

“She’s a babbling blob, Ben.” Annie rolled her eyes. “She didn’t call you Da.”

“She said her first word and it was Da.”

“Ben, you’re being irrational.”

“You’re jealous.”

“Da! Ba! Bfffffffffff!” Rory continued.

“I know, Rory,” Annie turned around in her seat, “but doing press interviews can make anyone hear things.”

“Sssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

“You’re absolutely right.” Annie replied. “But we love him anyways.”

###

If there’s one thing Annie hated the most about promoting season two of Greensleeves, it’s doing the interviews and late-night talk shows. Same questions, different people. It got tiresome. She managed to play the “Baby Card” more times than she’d expected... Until the producers realised what she was doing and the proverbial party was officially over.

“So, is the cast really that close?” Jason, the host, asked Clara and Annie.

“Some are closer than others.” Annie replied, surprisingly diplomatically. “Jamie and I have known each other before and Clara and I basically grew up together, so that was inevitable.”

“The previous George Boleyn was alright, I suppose. He didn’t last too long, though.” Clara chimed in. “But the new guy? We love Mike.”

“Oh yeah, he fit right in.” Annie smiled. “As far as the older cast members - we look up to them, but we don’t share our nonsense with them too much.”

“What about Jane Seymour’s character?” Jason asked.

“Well, we haven’t met her yet.” Annie confessed. “The production team’s goal was for art to truly imitate life and they want my reaction to be as genuine as possible. We haven’t filmed the part she comes into the picture just yet.”

“We don’t even know who she is, to be honest.” Clara added.

“I suspect someone messed up and forgot to cast a Jane, really.” Annie shrugged.

“Careful, there, Annabelle.” Jason chuckled. “Keep calling the production team out like that and you’ll end up fired.”

“I’ll be beheaded either way.”

“And what a glorious sight it will be.” Clara cheekily teased her.

“You two seem to have an amazing bond.” Jason admitted. “Do you ever fight?”

“All couples do.” Clara answered and Jason audibly gasped. “We don’t like to be too public about our tiffs.”

“Clara, you blithering fool…” Annie smacked her own forehead dramatically.

“Well, since you ladies brought it up -”

“Not this lady.” Annie muttered, pointing at herself.

“- what exactly is Clannie? I assume you’ve heard the term before.”

Clara and Annie exchanged amused smiles and sighed simultaneously.

“The bane of my existence.” Annie replied.

“Basically, I stumbled upon it the other day after a fan sent me a private message on Instagram, saying there’s an actual hashtag people use when they talk about Annie and I.”

“Sounds innocent enough.” Jason shrugged.

“Oh, you dirty, dirty man.” Clara joked. “You know damn well where this is going.”

“You seem to be enjoying this!” Jason laughed.

“Believe me, she loves every bloody minute of it.” Annie chimed in.

“Right, so as I snooped around I found that Clannie is like a code name for Annie and I as a couple.”

“Aha.”

“And the more I delved in, the more entertaining it got. People are writing some pretty wild fanfiction stories about us.”

“Is it really all fiction?” Jason asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if you’ll look at the screen here,” Jason turned back a little where a huge image behind the scenes of Greensleeves appeared. It was one of Annie licking cake off Clara’s face, “the show’s Instagram page is like fodder for the Clannie enthusiasts.”

“Oh my God, I forgot about that!” Annie burst out laughing. “It was Clara’s birthday! Season one! Jamie took this picture, actually. Right after I smashed Clara’s face into that cake.”

“It’s tradition.” Clara explained. “The cake licking part was definitely improvised.”

###

“Ben?”

“In here!”

Annie followed the sound of Ben’s voice and found him in the living room, folding laundry while watching whatever was on the telly.

“I am absolutely shattered.” Annie wrapped her hands around Ben’s waist and looked up at him. “Longest day in my entire life.”

“Likewise.” Ben murmured and kissed her. “Just got home a couple of hours ago. When I picked Rory up from my mum’s she was already asleep.”

“God, I wish I could be her for a day.”

“Yeah? Want me to give you baths and carry you in my arms and nibble on your little bum after I change your nappy?” Ben raised an eyebrow. “Just say the word. Also Joe and Gwil shot a weird little bit today when they read what Tumblr users said about the movie and cast and do people not wank anymore?”

“I, uh…” Annie was at a loss for words.

“How was your day?”

“If I have to hear about Clannie again I will definitely clock someone.” Annie released her grip on Ben and collapsed on the sofa. “Why are people so obsessed with this?”

“Two hot birds doing naughty things?” Ben shrugged. “I can see the appeal of it.”

“Ben, no.”

“Don’t be such a prude, now, love.” He put the last item of folded clothing in the hamper and flopped down next to Annie, his hand trailing up her thigh.

“Ben…”

“I missed you, alright?” his fingers poked their way under the waistband of her leggings. “I can’t stop missing you.”

“Ben, seriously, I’m so tired.” She grumped as he slid off the sofa and positioned himself in front of her, nudging her legs open. “I missed you too but -”

“Let me do all the work.” He looked up at her through his eyelashes as his hands gripped her waistband again. He looked up at Annie with his best puppy dog eyes and waited for her consent. With a sigh, she lifted her bum up, letting Ben pull her leggings and knickers down in one swift motion. “Good girl.”

###

When Ben’s phone rang for the fifth time and Gwilym’s name showed up on the screen yet again, he knew something was either horribly wrong or that Gwilym is drunk and emotional. Glancing at Annie, they both sighed in resignation before taking the FaceTime call.

“Have you been drinking?” Annie asked when Clara showed up on the screen. “What kind of fuckery is this?”

“We found a good story and we just had to share, alright? Calm your tits, Annie. It’s not a Clannie.” Clara rolled her eyes. “Why won’t Joe pick up?”

“I just texted him to pick up.” Ben shoved the screen into view. “As his husband, he’ll surely listen to me.”

“Bugger off!” Gwil turned his phone around and flipped him the bird.

“Why have I been summoned?” Joe asked, his face appearing on the screen.

“Well, we have a treat for you!” Clara practically sang.

“A treat?”

“Yours socks are going to fly right off, mate.” Gwil added as Clara pulled the story up on her phone. “You’re not ready for this.”

With a devilish smile to the camera, Clara cleared her throat and began.

“’Joe…?’ Ben croaked, eyes still closed, brow low and fingers wrapped firmly around his length over his jeans.” Clara started reading.

“Off to a good start.” Annie teased.

“It gets better.” Clara commented. “Right, where was I? Ah. There.” She snickered. “Suddenly, his eyes shot open and they landed on you once again; glassy and dazed they were as he stared you down, stroking himself with more purpose. He looked at you with such focus and intent, it was as though he was about to devour you whole. You looked at him with such longing, it was as though you were about to let him. ‘Undress… h-her.’ His words came out in a strangled whine and he bit his lip, looking over your body expectantly as Joe wordlessly obliged.” Clara raised her eyes from the screen and huffed. “Gwil, stop smiling like that!”

“What in the bloody hell is this?” Ben was visibly annoyed. “I do not whine. Annie, tell them I don’t whine!”

“He really doesn’t.” Annie nodded. “But Joe doing everything Ben says? That person hit the nail on the head right there.”

“Hey!” Joe’s brows knotted. “I don’t do everything he says!”

“But you do.” Ben and Annie choired.

“Shut up, you two-headed-monster.”

“People, can we please focus on the important stuff? There’s more to read here.” Clara scolded them. “Let’s see… Oh, this is good! Your nerves grew as a pair of warm hands rounded your shoulders from behind. Joe must have felt you tense up a little as he leaned down to murmur in your ear, ‘Alright, Y/N?’ The ghost of his words made you shiver on their way past.”

“Who the fuck is Whyanne?” Ben interrupted.

“Sounds like some hillbilly from a West Virginian trailer park with a potato gun and a cousin with missing teeth.” Joe added.

“What?” Clara was visibly confused.

“Who’s Whyanne and why did I tell Joe to undress her? This makes no bloody sense.”

“It’s written as Y-slash-N, you knobs.” Gwil explained. “Carry on, doll.”

“Anyways.” Clara continued. “You smiled at his redundant question - of course you weren’t.”

“I don’t like where this is going.” Joe commented. “Sounds a bit rapey.”

“Just let me finish!” Clara groaned. “You were certain your panties were soaked through at the mere sight of them - a fact you felt too compelling to keep to yourself. With that in mind, you shook your head slowly from side to side, eyes still on Ben before you, your chest inflating as you drew in a deep breath. Ben shot you a confused look, concerned you were having second thoughts.”

“Yeah, this is definitely rapey.” Joe concluded.

“Joe, if you won’t let her finish a bloody paragraph, so help me God…” Annie threatened, clearly invested in the story.

“Thank you, Banana!” Clara put a hand over her heart with a grateful smile. “Wait I lost my spot again… duh-duh-duh… there it is!” She smiled triumphantly. “Here we go. Hold on to your manties, gentlemen, this is about to get steamy.” She took a deep breath and got into character. “‘No,’ you breathed, tilting your head back to look at Joe. You reached a hand up to cup his jaw as he looked down at you, a look of worry overtaking his soft features.”

“My features aren’t soft.” Joe muttered. “They’re manly and feral.”

“Of course they are, bub.” Annie reassured him.

“Guys! Come on!” Clara snapped her fingers at the camera. “Focus!”

“Sorry.” Annie said sheepishly.

“’I’m so fucking wet and…”

“Whoa, whoa!” Ben cut her off. “Gwilym, control your woman!”

“She’s reading the story, you saggy tit.” Gwil explained.

“Joe emitted a soft whine -” Clara paused, knowing an interruption is due. “Joe, sweetheart, this sounds like something you’d do, don’t even think about denying it.” She pointed at the camera. “- Joe emitted a soft whine and his expression shifted; his eyes dark and nostrils flaring as his grip on your shoulders tightened. Pushing your ass back against his crotch, you disclosed, ‘…I think I’ve ruined my favourite…” Clara burst out laughing. “Sorry. ‘I’ve ruined my favourite -” the pitch in her voice rose ten octaves at the last syllable as she tried to stop laughing like a madwoman. “My favourite…” Clara was absolutely wheezing. She tried to finish the sentence, but all that came out of her was a screechy, “laaaaaace-pannnnneeeeeeeeeeeeeee”.

“What?” Ben looked at Annie in utter bewilderment. Annie shrugged in response.

“What was that last part?” Joe scratched his head as he tried to make sense of Clara’s incoherent shrieking.

“Lace panties.” Gwilym’s voice saved the day and translated his hysterical girlfriend’s nonsensical mumbling. “She ruined her favourite lace panties.”

“Oh.” Joe, Ben and Annie choired.

“Clara, compose yourself.” Gwil chuckled as she physically doubled over, tears running down, her laughter leaving her breathless. Moving to sit next to her and switch to the front camera on his device, he took Clara’s phone from her. “Right, guess I’m going to take charge now. You furrowed your brow, your mouth ajar as you began to slowly grind against him, your hand never leaving the side of his face as his eyes bore into yours.” Gwilym paused. “Seems anatomically impossible if her back is against you unless you have a freakishly long neck.”

“I thought she was looking at Ben?” Joe asked.

“She’s clearly looking at you, Joe.” Annie quipped.

“Joe tried to keep his composure - to play along in the same teasingly innocent tone as yours, but the feeling of you moving against him must have been a little to much to bear as he stuttered ‘oh n-no…” Gwilym snorted. “Wow Joe, got a little excited there, hm? His hands trailed down your waist before resting on your hips. He held onto them tight as he pushed his clothed hard on against you with such force you drew in a deep breath.”

“Oh, wow.” Annie leaned back, her eyes wide. “The power of Joe’s boner really got her there.”

“His voice was low as he murmured, ‘surely we can - ugh,” he licked his bottom lip, eyes closing a moment as you felt his cock twitch against your ass - he was just as worked up as you.” Gwilym paused there, mulling over what he had just read aloud. “Joe, whoever wrote this seems to think you have a speech impediment.”

“Right?!” Joe asked, “Why do I keep stuttering?! I’m the most charismatic one!”

“Anyways.” Gwilym said, ignoring Joe’s last comment. “His eyes fluttered open and he continued, ‘surely we can make it up to you’. ‘I’d like that Joey…’ you smiled.”

Joe, Ben and Annie waited, not sure if that was it or if there’s more to the story. After a minute of Clara’s heaving and the rest sitting in silence, Annie finally spoke.

“To be fair,” she looked at Ben, “if it weren’t for the lace panties, I’d be willing to bet cold hard cash that Gwil wrote that for himself to read.”

###

“Hey, Joe! I bought something for you to take on your tour!” Annie beamed mischievously.

It was the night the guys - minus Ben - were leaving for the press tour and Annie went out on a whim earlier that day and decided to tease Joe in the best way she could possibly imagine.

“Well? What is it?” Joe asked impatiently.

They were all gathered at Annie and Ben’s, from which the car to the airport was picking the rest of the guys up. Ben was mopey and miserable, a stark contrast to Annie’s cheeriness.

“Close your eyes.” Annie drawled.

“I’d rather keep them open, actually.”

“Alright then.” Annie shrugged and left the room to fetch Joe’s present. She returned with a life-sized cardboard cutout of Ben. “Ta-daaa!”

“I love it!” Joe gushed and rushed over to her, taking the present and looking it over. “What’s his name?”

“I call him Ben Cardy.” Annie said proudly. “You’re welcome.”

“Oh Ben!” Joe’s smile was so wide, his face could split in half. “It’s like you’ll be with us after all!”

###

Ben was staring at his phone intently, his hand lazily palming his crotch. He knew he shouldn’t have done that. He should not have gone down the Clannie rabbit-hole. But Annie was away at work, Rory was napping, and he just felt compelled to at least give it a look. He almost hung from the bedroom ceiling fan when Annie cleared her throat, announcing her presence. He dropped his phone with a yelp.

“Jesus, Annie!”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” Annie choked back a chuckle. “Also, surprise!”

“Why are you home?” Ben fumbled for his phone.

“Well, this is not what I was hoping you’d say.”

“Sorry, I mean -”

“I can leave if you want me to.” Annie suggested.

“What? No. Shut up.” Ben rambled. “Why are you home so early?”

“I figured you’d be sad and lonely now that the guys are away and decided to surprise you and come home early.” Annie shrugged. “Clearly, this isn’t the reaction I was expecting.”

“Christ. I’m sorry.” Ben’s face was beet-red. “I’m happy you’re home, obviously.”

“What do you have there?”

“Nothing.” Ben powered the screen off and tossed his phone aside. “C’mere.”

“No, there’s definitely something.” Annie stepped back and shook her head. “Was that porn?”

Ben had only a split second to think about a satisfactory answer that wasn’t also a total lie.

“Yes.”

“Well, that explains the tent you’re sporting.” Annie smirked. “Were you just getting started?”

“Uh.” Ben furrowed his brows.

“Alright. What’s up?” Annie pointed at Ben’s crotch. “Other than that.”

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” Shame flashed in Ben’s eyes. “Just regular porn, y’know.”

“Ben.”

“Annie.”

“Give me the phone.”

“No.”

“Are you…” Annie grimaced. “Are you sexting someone?”

“What? No!”

“You’re hiding something.”

“Annie, just let it go.”

“Fuck off. Give me the phone.”

Ben bit his bottom lip as he contemplated his next course of action. Either he tells Annie what’s on his phone, or he tries to distract her long enough for her to forget about it. When Annie lunged forward and made grabby-hands at his phone, his instincts kicked in. He physically blocked her.

“Annie, stop.”

“What the fuck!”

“It’s a Clannie story, alright?!” he almost growled at her. “There. Now you know.”

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

“Ben, that’s…” Annie struggled to find the proper adjective.

“I know. I’m sorry.” Ben looked mortified. “I was bored and lonely. It’s horrible.”

“Then why are you hard?”

“Because it turns me on.”

“I’m confused.”

“Look, it’s not Hemingway, alright?” Ben groaned. “But the stuff this person wrote? The mental image I have planted in my brain now?”

“Good Lord.”

“Just come here. Listen.”

“Have you gone utterly bonkers, Jones?”

“Seriously. Come here.” He patted the empty space on the bed next to him.

Muttering to herself, Annie did as asked and snuggled up to her boyfriend.

“Right, so I’m skipping the beginning because that was just all kinds of blah.” Ben’s voice had an animated quality to it as he scrolled. “There. Listen.”

“You’re awful.” Annie mumbled. “This is domestic abuse.”

“Shut up.” Ben got comfortable and began. “’I’ve never been with a woman before…’ Clara confessed shyly, avoiding Annie’s piercing gaze.”

“Starting off with a lie, I see.” Annie scoffed and rolled her eyes, trying to stop Ben from reading any further.

“Annie simply smiled at how bashful Clara had become. Reaching out, Annie tucked a wayward strand of hair behind Clara’s ear. Clara leaned into it smiling softly as her eyes met Annie’s once again. ‘Would you like to?’ Annie asked boldly -”

“Alright, stop right there.” Annie sat up straighter. “I am sick and tired of everyone feeling like Clara is this sweet, innocent, baby angel all the time and I’m some she-devil, maneater, sex-crazed banshee.”

“You were cast as Anne Boleyn for a reason, love.”

“That’s besides the point! Clara is a filthy, naughty little elf!”

“Right. Anyhow.” Ben cleared his throat. “‘Would you like to?’ Annie asked boldly sitting up on her heels so their faces were only inches apart. She could feel Clara’s warm breath ghost her cheeks as she replied quietly, ‘yes.’”

Ben paused and waited for Annie’s outraged reaction.

“No comment?” He asked, genuinely surprised.

“Nope. You know, with me being such a bloody whore and enticing sweet blondes into sex all the time and whatnot. Carry on.”

“I mean, where’s the lie, though?”

“In case you forgot, you kissed me on our first date. And convinced me to have unprotected sex.”

“You should thank me for it.” Ben booped Annie’s nose with his finger. “Gave us Rory.”

“Goddamn it. You’re right.”

“Let me just find where I was when you so rudely interrupted me and scared the shit out of me…” he scrolled through the story. “There. ‘Fuck Clara, so good!’ Annie moaned, bare chest heaving as she grasped at the bed sheets beneath her. For someone who had never been with a woman before, Clara certainly knew how to use her tongue in a way that had Annie screaming in delight.”

“This? This makes you horny?” Annie snorted.

“Shut up.” Ben kept scrolling. “Oh, this bit is juicy. ‘Thought about this for so long.’ Annie breathed, her fingers parting Clara’s slick folds and spreading her wetness around. Slick folds?” Ben blinked at the screen.

“My ears feel like they’ve been sexually assaulted.”

“Slick folds. Okay.” Ben took a second to recover. “Hmmm… ‘Thought about what your sweet voice would sound like moaning my name.” Annie continued. Clara’s breath hitched and hips jerked as Annie began lazily circling her engorged clit -”

“Oh my God that’s not even remotely sexy.” Annie covered her mouth with her hand. “Engorged clit?!”

“-’Fuck, Annie, make me cum!’ Clara almost sobbed.”

“Alright, stop. I’m the one almost sobbing.” Annie looked up at Ben as if she’d seen a ghost. “What the fuck was that?”

“I don’t know, but my cock is throbbing.”

###

“Do you two even realise what you’ve done?” Greensleeves’ executive producers were beyond livid. “The fans are furious!”

“They’re furious?!” Annie barked back. “Did you even see the utter shit that’s out there?!”

“It’s not that bad.” Clara shrugged. “Some of it’s pretty good.”

“Clara, if you don’t zip it -” Annie muttered, clenching her fists.

“Ben seemed to like it.” Clara blurted out in anger.

“Oh?” Jamie’s ears perked up. “Our little Benny Boy wants to see his girl get it on with her best friend?”

“Stay out of it, James.” If looks could kill, Jamie would be dead, resurrected and killed again, for good measure.

“Not a chance, Annabelle.”

“You imbeciles need to stop being so rude to our fans.” The executive leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, pointing at the trio. “If they want to write porn about the three of you, you shut up and look the other way. You don’t go on national television and bitch about it!” he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

“I’m guessing Ben won’t be into any Jannie stories, then?” Jamie quipped and earned a slap to the back of his head. “Ow!”

“Any publicity is good publicity?” Clara asked timidly.

“I mean, some of our fans loved our honesty. They’re all about Team Clannie now.” Annie said.

“Yeah, and some of them are planning to assassinate you for being evil enough to seduce Ben Hardy and Gwilym Lee with your witch-magic superpowers.” Mike finally spoke. “You two are in for some serious rounds of online shit-talking, ladies. Enjoy.”

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[antiquecompass]

Tea Parties and Surprises

Wherein it’s Jin Ling’s birthday. Like uncle, like nephew.

This is not how Jin Ling intended to spend his twenty-second birthday. 

Not that he didn’t enjoy being the guest of honor at his baby sister’s tea party, having usurped the throne from Mr. Elephant, but as much as he loved and adored every hair on Xiuying’s little head, she was not his intended date for today.

“Are we boring you?” she asked, a perfect imitation of Madame Jin.

“I was merely in awe of all the treats before us,” he said.

Their fellow guests may be stuffed animals, and the ‘tea’ just plain water, but the cookies were real and had been baked under the watchful eye of their father. Xiuying loved baking and was already demanding, at the age of six, to be taught how to make things like eclairs. Father was more than happy to indulge her and they took many ‘field trips’ to Mother’s restaurants to watch the pastry chefs work. 

He reached for a cookie and had his hand slapped.

“Not yet,” she said.

“But it’s my birthday,” he argued.

Xiuying shook her head, pigtails bouncing. “Not yet. Our last guest has to arrive.”

He looked around the room. Mr. Elephant, Happy the Honeybee, Owly, and Eyeore were all present. 

“Who is it?” he asked.

“A surprise,” Xiuying said. “A birthday surprise!”

Jin Ling suddenly felt that paranoid fear that Uncle Wuxian was lurking around the corner with a cake to smash in his face. He was <i>supposed</i> to be in the Berkshires watching his granddaughter, but Jin Ling put nothing past that devious bastard. He would drive three hours just for a practical joke, little Meihui strapped to his chest for the whole thing, exposing such a young, innocent child to his evil sense of humor. 

He heard a door open and braced himself.

“Miss Jin, my apologies for being late to your most illustrious tea party.”

And his jaw dropped. He whipped around. “Zizhen?” he asked.

“Habibi,” Zizhen said, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I must greet our host first, forgive me.”

He took Xiuying’s hand and raised it for a kiss, while bowing like Prince fucking Charming himself. “Miss Jin,” he said. He then bowed to their stuffed animal fellows. “Other gathered guests.” He then turned to Jin Ling and raised his hand for a kiss as well. “Habibi.”

My beloved. One of the few Arabic words and phrases Jin Ling knew by heart. It had been one of the only things Mrs. Ouyang had insisted on when she agreed to marry Zizhen’s father: her children would be raised in her religion and with her native language. Jin Ling had only seen glimpses of it throughout the years, Zizhen keeping some things very close to his chest, but since that day, Jin Ling had finally been privy to this side of Zizhen.

“I thought you had a meeting you couldn’t skip today,” Jin Ling said. 

“And so I did,” Zizhen said, somehow gracefully folding his body into the tiny chair. He took up one of the pink, glittery cloth napkins and laid it over his lap. “You see, two months ago I received a very important call asking for my presence to attend a specific tea party. My host insisted it was the only thing her beloved brother would want for his birthday. I could not refuse the engagement.”

Jin Ling looked at his youngest sibling who smiled at him from behind her tea cup.

“She was right.”

Zizhen took his hand, interlacing their fingers, and smiled. “You better watch out for this one. She’s going to take over the world.”

“Thank you,” Xiuying said, preening at the praise.

**********

The problem with dating someone who was universally loved by his entire family was that it made it impossible to get out the door. All he wanted to do was to get Zizhen back to his apartment, to himself, but someone had clearly sent out a mass text, because almost everyone had come to his parents’ house to greet him.

“It’s your party and you can pout if you want to,” Yawen said. She slapped his arm. “Don’t worry, birthday boy, we know he’s all yours.”

“It’s been almost a month,” Jin Ling complained.

Yawen laughed and tugged on his ponytail. “Patience, young peacock.”

Yazu, his other twin sister, joined them. She’d flown up for the weekend, a decision he was sure she regretted so near to finals. 

“Why did I want to go to Vet School again?” she asked, leaning into her twin’s side. “Why couldn’t have gone into business like you?”

“Because you hate business meetings,” Yawen said.

“How is the application process going?” he asked. Yawen was already down at NC State majoring in zoology, but the Vet School was famously selective and difficult to get into. 

She shrugged. “I have the grades, the job experience, and the glowing recommendations. All I can do is hope for the best. If I don’t get State, I’m trying for Cornell and Ohio. If I don’t get those, I’ll take a year off and try again.”

Yazu was the most practical of all of them, and the most like their mother in temperment. 

Yawen tugged on his hair again. “Your boyfriend finally broke free from Kai’s hold. I’d grab him and run.”

Jin Ling didn’t need to be told twice.

They nearly knocked over Chao trying to get out of the house, but his brother just tossed a gift bag at him and told them to run.

“If you weren’t so fucking polite, we wouldn’t have to do this,” Jin Ling said as they finally slowed down, having hit the Common. 

“I like your family,” Zizhen said. He wrapped his arm around Jin Ling’s waist and pulled him close. “I will admit, even I was eager to get away from them tonight.”

Jin Ling felt the blush on his cheeks and tried to fight it off. “Still not over the thrill of getting to fuck an Olympic gold medalist on the regular?” he teased.

“As if I’ll ever get over the thrill of having you,” Zizhen said. 

How the fuck did he just say things like that, and mean them, and still sound so genuine and smooth?

“Though you did make quite a sight wearing nothing but that gold medal,” Zizhen said.

“Care for a reenactment?” Jin Ling asked, dragging them towards the Park Street T entrance. 

“It was a show worthy of a repeat performance,” Zizhen agreed. 

He stopped them right before they hit the stairs. It was too cold outside to linger, especially since they’d left their coats at his parents’ house, but Zizhen’s hands were warm on his skin, and his lips were warmer as they took Jin Ling’s own.

“Happy Birthday,” he said. 

Jin Ling had resigned himself to spending this day with his family only. His best friends were still wrapped up in relatively new parenthood and Zizhen had apologized profusely, for two months now, about having to be absent today. It had been a good day before now, he would’ve still enjoyed it without Zizhen, but having him here was absolutely the icing on top of this particular birthday cake.

And the night wasn’t over yet.

Back at his apartment, Jin Ling was surprised to see an entire table of presents and a cake.

Zizhen grinned at him. “Your youngest sister may not have been the only one with ideas. I had a plan of my own, and your family helped.” He tapped the bag in Jin Ling’s hand. “You might want to put that down first. I’ll be right back.”

Zizhen disappeared into his apartment, leaving Jin Ling baffled in the living room. He walked over to the stack of presents and froze.

A dog bed. Toys. Treats. He looked inside the bag in his hands. A leash.

He’d confessed to Zizhen four months ago that he was finally willing to adopt another dog, the pain of losing Fairy finally fading enough for him to allow himself to look for another companion. But he’d been frustrated because, well, he hadn’t looked for Fairy. She’d been a gift from someone who loved him. He remembered blurting out that he’d wished someone would just do it again, to take all the pressure off him. He hadn’t been completely serious, but apparently Zizhen had.

Zizhen returned with a ball of squirming white fluff in his hands.

“I know she’s not a husky,” Zizhen said. “But Uncle Cheng approved of this choice and found the breeder for me.”

“What?” Jin Ling said as he instinctively opened his arms to hold the Samoyed puppy. “I? What?”

He was going to cry. He was already crying. 

“Oh,” he said as the puppy started to lick his face.

He let Zizhen guide him to the couch, help him sit down, and felt a kiss pressed to his hairline as Jin Ling still clung on to the puppy.

He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed <i>this</i>.

“It’s too much,” Jin Ling said. He laughed. “I don’t think I can handle anymore surprises tonight.”

Zizhen hummed into his hair, one of his hands rubbing the puppy’s head. “Good surprises though.”

“The best,” Jin Ling said.

Zizhen was the only one who knew how lonely Jin Ling had been feeling in the drop from the high of the Olympics. He still had archery, competitions and endorsements and the like, but he had cut back on the hours to rest his body. He didn’t have school, since he never intended to go to Grad School. He’d given his place in Jiang Industries over to Yawen with all of his family’s blessing. He’d been listless for awhile, just existing in a way, stuck in a sort of holding pattern. 

“I’m coming back to the States,” Zizhen said. “At least for most of the year. I’ll have to be in Rhode Island, but it’s still closer than London.”

“I could live in Rhode Island,” Jin Ling said. 

“Are you sure?” Zizhen asked. “We’ve only been--”

“Shut the fuck up,” Jin Ling said, as he always did when Zizhen got worried they were moving too fast. “Besides, Daisy needs a yard to run in.”

“Daisy?” Zizhen asked.

“Daisy,” Jin Ling confirmed as he kissed the top of the puppy’s head. He leaned back into Zizhen’s arms. “I really did want you to fuck me hard enough to break something tonight, but I don’t think I can let her go right now.”

“There’s always tomorrow.”

And there would be. A whole slew of tomorrows.

#long post #verse: lahl #fic: crimson blue and gold #jin ling #zhenling #fandom: the untamed

[cheesethesecond]

I heard it was my very best boy’s birthday today, so here’s a little Garrison Keith birthday fic that I banged out way too quickly in celebration!

*

By the time Shiro reached Keith’s room that evening, it was only ten minutes until lights out.

He hadn’t meant to be so late. Office hours had run long, followed by dinner with Adam and a seemingly never-ending stack of papers to grade, and by the time he’d managed to swing by the mess hall, most of the decent-looking baked goods were gone. He’d picked the least crumbly chocolate chip muffin out of the bunch, wrapped it up in a paper bag, and was now standing outside Keith’s room, feeling more and more like he should turn tail and head back to his own room rather than give Keith the half-assed birthday treat.

He hadn’t meant for it to be half-assed. He’d had plans, really, to make some meaningful gesture for Keith’s first birthday at the Garrison – spot him a meal, gift him something he might need for his classes, at the very least grab him a dessert from the mess before all the good ones were taken – but days early in the semester had a way of sneaking up on you, keeping you so busy that it warped your perception of time: hours flew by like minutes, and minutes crawled by, agonizingly, like hours. Whatever he’d meant to do just…hadn’t happened.

Sighing in disappointment at himself, he rapped lightly on Keith’s door with his knuckles. Better to at least acknowledge Keith’s birthday than let him think he’d forgotten it entirely.

The door slid open, and a blonde, burly boy blinked up at him. “Yes, sir?”

Shiro smiled. “No need for the ‘sir,’ cadet, it’s after hours. Is Keith around?”

“Is he in trouble?” The boy sounded concerned enough, but was fighting, unsuccessfully, to hold back a smirk, and Shiro straightened his shoulders, masked his affable persona behind the wall of his sudden glower.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but no, he’s not. Could you get him, please?” Shiro said, as coldly polite as possible.

The boy mumbled something along the lines of “sorry, sir, just a sec” and retreated into the room and across to the beds, shoving none-too-lightly at a bundle of blankets on the bottom bunk. “Get up, Kogane. You got a visitor.”

Shiro’s brow furrowed; he wouldn’t have guessed Keith was someone who went to bed early. Keith shuffled out of the blanket nest in a rumpled t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, blinking blearily and rubbing a hand through his mess of bedhead.  He looked even slighter out of uniform than he already was, and something in Shiro’s heart twinged at the sight of Keith’s small bare feet, toes curling against the chilly floor.

“Shiro?” Keith asked through a yawn. He leaned up against the doorframe, poking at his puffy eyes and wiping at his nose. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine, I just wanted to…” Shiro unrolled the top of the bag and reached in, only to find that the muffin had broken apart in transit. “Damn it, just, wait a minute, could you…close your eyes for a minute?”

“Huh?” Keith asked. “Shiro, what’s going on?”

“It’ll only take a minute, I don’t want to ruin the surprise.”

Keith’s eyes widened. “Surprise?”

“C’mon. Shut your eyes.”

Keith sighed, and did as Shiro asked.

Shiro lifted the muffin from the bag and frowned as it split right down the middle, crumbs dropping off around his feet. He smashed the two halves back together to make one sort-of lumpy, asymmetrical cake and reached into his pocket, pulling out a lighter and a small candle that he’d bought at a gas station in town. He stuck the candle in the muffin, a little off-center so as not to widen the fissure, lit the wick, and said, “Okay. Open ‘em up.”

Keith opened his eyes and blinked at the muffin in Shiro’s hands. “What…what’s this for?”

“Your birthday,” Shiro laughed. “What else would be it be for? Sorry it’s not, uh,” Shiro tilted his hands, trying to find a better angle to display the muffin, “not the prettiest thing in the world, but I bet it still tastes okay. They didn’t have fourteen candles…wait, are you fourteen? Fifteen? It doesn’t matter, they only had the one, and I promise I won’t subject you to my singing voice, and…Keith?”

Keith was still staring at the muffin, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his chin wobbling a little and his eyes steadily filling with tears.

“Hey.” Shiro blew out the candle, shoved the muffin back in the bag and grabbed Keith by the shoulders. “Keith, buddy. What’s wrong?”

Keith clenched his jaw tighter, his eyes flickering back to the room behind him, to his roommate, and shook his head. The message was clear: Not in front of him.

Shiro squeezed his arms and nodded out into the hallway. Keith took a deep, shaky breath, rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes, and followed.

Shiro led them down a few corridors with a guiding hand on Keith’s back, past his own room where he stopped for a moment to grab a hoodie for himself and dig through a box of clothes his mother had sent him from home, emerging with one of his old jackets, red with a high collar and a yellow stripe that looked like it might almost fit Keith, before steering them up to the rooftop.

“Am I gonna get in trouble?” Keith asked as they took a seat, cross-legged, near the edge. “It’s almost lights out.”

Shiro shook his head. “I can write you a pass.” The sleeves of the jacket engulfed Keith’s hands entirely, so Shiro reached out and rolled the cuffs up to his knuckles. “Wanna tell me what’s wrong now?”

Keith grabbed the end of one sleeve and wiped at his eyes. “Sorry,” he said, hiccuping, now that he knew he could cry in private, where no one would give him hell for it – and that was something Shiro had learned about Keith in the very short time they’d known each other: sure, he was hot-tempered, and a bit arrogant, just like everyone said, but he was also quiet, and a little shy, and wanted to do good, and felt everything so deeply, but wasn’t comfortable showing those feelings to everyone. Shiro was honored to be one of the few people Keith seemed to trust.

“Sorry,” Keith repeated, “I’m just…tired.”

Shiro patted Keith’s knee. “I’m sorry I woke you up, then.”

“No, don’t be,” Keith said, scrubbing at his face again, though the tears didn’t stop. “I’m glad you did, I…thank you. For the muffin.”

“You’re welcome,” Shiro said, cracking a smile, “though you have to admit, it’s pretty lousy.”

“No it’s not.”

“No, no, don’t spare my feelings. Tell me it’s the worst birthday present you’ve ever gotten, I can take it!”

Keith laughed, but if anything, the tears were coming harder now, his voice wobbling. “It’s not, Shiro. I promise. It’s not.” He sniffled again. “Sorry.”

“Keith. Honey.” Shiro wiped his hand over Keith’s face, clearing some of the tears from his cheeks. “Don’t cry, kiddo, it’s alright. I’m sorry if I upset you.”

“You didn’t,” Keith insisted. He took a few deep breaths, attempting to calm himself down. “You didn’t, okay? I just. I haven’t gotten a birthday present in a while, that’s all. It caught me off guard.”

“Oh,” Shiro said, looking down at his hands. He swallowed. “I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s fine.” Keith shrugged, wiping away the last, lingering tears. “It wasn’t anyone’s fault really. Foster parents tried to keep up, but when you’re in a group home, it’s not…there were just so many of us, you know? I know it wasn’t easy.”

Keith was far too young for that sort of patient understanding, and it broke Shiro’s heart a little. It’s easy enough to remember a kid’s birthday, he thought. It’s easy enough to make one miserable kid feel special for one day. But he bit his tongue; this wasn’t the time.

“Well, next year I’ll do better,” Shiro said, ruffling Keith’s hair before wrapping an arm around his neck. “Get you something really cool.”

“You don’t have to get me anything cool, Shiro. You got me in here. That’s…more than I could’ve ever asked anyone to do for me.”

“I didn’t get you into the Garrison, Keith,” Shiro insisted. “You got yourself in. And when you need something, you can ask for it. You can ask anyone here. And you can definitely ask me.”

“Can I have this jacket?” Keith asked suddenly, then snapped his mouth shut, sucking in a harsh breath through his nose. Clearly he hadn’t been intending to say that. Clearly he felt like he’d overstepped in asking. “It just…doesn’t look like it fits you anymore, and if you still want it, that’s totally fine, I didn’t mean to—”

“Keith.” Shiro laughed. “You’d be doing me a favor taking that off my hands. My mom only sent it because she was cleaning out my old room and feeling sentimental. I don’t think I could get even one arm into it anymore.”

“Okay,” Keith said, a smile finally sneaking onto his face as he burrowed deeper into the jacket. “Thanks, Shiro.”

“But that is not your birthday present, okay? In fact, just…forget about all of this. This sucked. Forget the pathetic muffin. Forget the old jacket. We’ll do birthday round two this weekend, alright? Anything you wanna do, anywhere you wanna go, my treat. What do you say?”

“Okay,” Keith said, a little gleam of mischief returning to his eyes. “But can I still have the muffin?”

Shiro huffed a surprised laugh. “Are you serious?”

“What? It looked good! And I should at least get to eat it after you blew my candle out.”

“I…” Shiro scratched at the back of his head, then handed Keith the bag. “I kind of did, didn’t I?”

“You better have wished for something good,” Keith said, leaning up against Shiro’s side as he dug into the muffin.

Shiro closed his eyes, tilted his head back and breathed in the cool night air. I wish for every one of your birthdays to be better than the last one. I wish you’re never as lonely as you were before. I wish you get everything you ever want in life, and more. I wish you the stars, kid, and whatever’s beyond them.

“I think I did okay,” Shiro said. “I guess we’ll find out.”

#voltron #keith #shiro #my fic #happy birthday keith! #i'm sorry if this has so many errors i wanted to get it out before the end of the day #ANWAY I'M A HUGE SAP

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I Loved Her First

Pairing: DeanXdaughter!reader

Summary: Dean reminisces as he navigated his life through fatherhood, beginning with the moment he first held his daughter to now, on her wedding day. *based on I Loved Her First by Heartland

Disclaimers: so much fluff you WILL die

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The day Dean had dreaded his entire fatherhood career was finally here. He knew it was coming, it was no surprise. Since that day back in November when Matt asked if he could marry his daughter, Dean knew the day would fast approach. After the near hour of interrogation, that is.

They’d set the date months ago, planning their big day since Christmas. Dean had always taken a backseat to it however, letting Y/N do her thing because this was her day, the one shred of normalcy she finally had in her life and the last thing he wanted was to get in the way.

And now that the ceremony was over, and as he sat at one of the cloth covered tables in the open field behind the bunker in the too-itchy suit Sam had helped pick out, Dean didn’t think about the twinkling lights strung from the trees or the pie Y/N had insisted on getting instead of a cake(at least, he didn’t think about it too much). 

It was his daughter he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about.

He watched his little girl dance with her new husband, neither of them taking their eyes off of each other for even a second. They laughed as they danced, her face lighting up at every little thing he said. Matt’s eyes seemed to melt at the sight of her.

Dean smiled slightly, memories of the past twenty-four years with Y/N flooding into his head, everything from the moment he first held her to now, on her wedding night.

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“And...you have no idea where she came from? Sam asked his brother as they watched the sleeping form of the baby as she still laid in the car seat that both of them were too scared to move her from. She couldn’t have been more than a few weeks old.

“How would I know, Sam?” he asked, pacing the floor as he bit the nail of his thumb.

“Well, you’re not exactly a saint, Dean. Is it really that hard to believe that, maybe...”

Dean’s eyes widened at the accusation that the child was his. He shook his head profusely, “No. No, no, no, no. It’s not possible! Okay? It’s not. I mean, sure, I’ve had a few one-nighters here and there, but none of them ever ended in-”

His sudden pause made Sam look up from the baby, eyeing his brother suspiciously as he thought about it. That one night, many many moons ago. Sam swallowed roughly, “Dean?”

Dean looked to his brother, his eyes wide. “How long ago were we in Pasadena?”

Sam sighed, running a hand down his face, “Just about nine months ago.”

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Dean had never run on so little sleep. The days and nights seemed to run together, the endless hours trying to soothe her high pitched cries, feeding her, changing her, burping her. 

It was a ruthless cycle that, frankly, Dean didn’t feel he was cut out for. Even though it had only been barely three days with her, he wasn’t sure how he would be able to do it.

“What’s it gonna take, kid?” Dean asked desperately, bouncing her up and down as he paced across the nursery. He’d fed her, changed her, done pretty much everything short of putting on a live lullaby show for her. Besides his efforts, she showed no signs of calming down.

Dean’s mind reeled, searching the air for an answer as to what to do until he settled on the last thing he still hadn’t tried. Dean nearly rolled his eyes at the thought of it, but it was really the best he had.

“I don’t know where I’m goin’, but I sure know where I’ve been.” he began, swaying to the tune that played in his head. Y/N’s face continued to twist in sadness, her fists clenched as she screamed at the top of her lungs, but Dean was sort of out of options. “Hangin’ on the promises in songs of yesterday, and I’ve made up my mind, I ain’t wastin’ no more time. Here I go again.”

As Dean sang off-key to the song, Y/N’s cries became softer and softer, Dean’s eyes widening. “Whitesnake, huh?” he questioned, but his abrupt end of the song made Y/N turn her lips downward yet again. “Hey, hey, hey, look! It’s alright.” he held her close to him as he continued the song, “Though I keep searching for an answer, never seem to find what I’m looking for. Oh, Lord I pray you give me strength to carry on, ‘cause I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams.”

He watched at Y/N yawned, her eyes beginning to fall closed. Dean smiled triumphantly as he sat in the rocking chair Jody had given to them when she’d heard about Y/N’s unexpected arrival. 

Dean marveled at her, how peaceful she was when she slept. He ran a thumb over her cheek, wiping away a stray tear. He smiled beside himself as he repeated the last line of the song he’d just sang like a mantra, “Oh, Lord I pray you give me strength to carry on.”

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“Happy birthday to you!” The group sang before Dean helped Y/N blow out the candles on her first birthday cake. 

She clapped enthusiastically, Cas, Sam, and Dean clapping along with her. Dean marveled at Y/N who, in the last year had changed so drastically he could hardly believe it was the same baby left at his door step. 

Dean stood next to Y/N’s high chair, letting Sam take pictures with the cake in front of her. Out of somewhat habit, Dean stuck his finger out to the edge of the cake, swiping up some of the frosting and popping it into his mouth. 

Y/N’s eyes traveled up to Dean before looking back down at the cake. In an instant, the three of them watched her bring her hands down, flying through the air as they smashed into the middle of the cake before bringing her cake coated hands up to her mouth.

“That’s my girl,” Dean laughed as she continued to fling cake as her hands smashed in and out of the cake. “Alright, kid, save some for the rest of us!”

Dean carefully picked up what was left of the cake and set it in the middle of the kitchen table for him, Sam, and Cas to cut into. However, the minute it was taken away, Dean caught sight of his daughter, her lips cast downward and big tears filled her eyes.

“Someone’s not happy,” Sam warned before the tears began to fall in large rivulets down her cheeks. Dean’s heart broke at the sight of it, his head bouncing between Y/N and the cake before shrugging.

“Hell, it’s the kid’s birthday.” He cut off a large chunk of the cake before setting it down on her high chair, her tears immediately cutting off. He smiled as she happily ate the cake. He used a clean finger to wipe away one of her tears. 

The rest of them grabbed forks, eating from the cake Y/N hadn’t destroyed with her fists, laughing and smiling as they watched Y/N. She’d come into their lives so unexpectedly, but they couldn’t believe how well she fit right in.

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Sam and Dean raced into the emergency room, Y/N clinging close to Dean’s chest as they frantically ran to the reception desk. 

“Please it’s my daughter- she’s, she’s been throwing up and has a fever-” Dean rambled, his words becoming jumbled from his mind running a million miles a minute.

The receptionist held his hand out in front of Dean, stopping him, “You’re going to have to fill this out and wait for your name to be called.”

Dean’s eyes bounced from the clipboard up to the man before leaning in, his finger pointed at him as his temper came dangerously close to boiling over. “You’re going to get us to a doctor, and he’s going to make my little girl better before I shove that clipboard where the sun don’t shine-”

“We’ll fill this out,” Sam interrupted, nodding to the receptionist whose eyes were wide. Sam grabbed the clipboard from the counter and lead Dean to the waiting room by the jacket.

“What was that for? I almost got us in-”

“No, you almost got us kicked out.” Sam corrected as he began to fill out Y/N’s information. 

Dean adjusted Y/N on his lap who’d resorted to quiet whimpering as she sucked on her thumb, something they’d only ever seen her do when she was in pain. It broke Dean’s heart as he held her, wishing it were him, not her.

After hours of waiting and numerous patients coming and going, they were finally taken back for Y/N to be seen. Dean sat up on the bed with Y/N in his lap whose cries only seemed to become more and more intense.

“Yep, it’s a double ear infection,” Dr. Wong had announced after examining Y/N.

“So, what...what does that mean?” Dean asked worriedly.

Dr. Wong smiled slightly, “Ear infections are incredibly common among young children and are easily treated,” he tore off a prescription off of a pad of paper, “she should be getting to feeling better within a few days.”

Sam and Dean visibly relaxed at the good news: Y/N would be okay.

“Here that, kiddo?” Dean smiled as he looked down at Y/N, wiping a tear from her cheek. “You’re gonna be just fine.”

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Y/N held tightly onto her lunch box, standing close to her dad as they waited for the bus. Today was her second day of kindergarten.

The last two mornings for Dean was rough, to say the least. He’d always worried about enrolling Y/N in school for a multitude of reasons that seemed to be running through his head on repeat.

He was taking this much harder than she was.

“You excited for another day?” Dean asked, trying to hide the sadness from the fact his little girl was no longer very little anymore.

Y/N sat silently for a minute, thinking before turning to her dad. “I’m excited for play time.”

Dean nodded, smiling. Ever since her orientation at the school a few days ago, she couldn’t stop talking about that damned playground.

He ruffled Y/N’s hair, hugging her close to him. However, when she didn’t return the hug, he knew something was bugging her. “Alright, munchkin. What’s on your mind?”

Y/N looked down at her shoes, twisting them on the concrete, “What would you do if people are being mean to you?”

Dean was taken back, “Why do you ask?” he squatted down next to her, holding her arms so she would look at him.

She shrugged, adjusting the strap on her backpack, her lip quivering. “There are these girls at school, and they won’t let me play with them because they say I dress funny.”

Dean’s immediate reaction was to get the names and phone numbers of the kids to knock some sense into. However, as the words sunk in, he felt guilty about her blue jeans, t-shirts and sneakers she wore everyday. 

“Hey, c’mon,” he said, wiping away one of her tears, “don’t let those girls get into your head, okay? It doesn’t matter what you wear or what you look like...if you’re a good person in here,” he said, pointing at her chest, “then that’s what matters. Those girls don’t know what their missing.”

Y/N smiled slightly, wrapping an arm around her dad just as the bus turned the corner and came down their street. 

“Okay, daddy, I have to go now.”

Dean squeezed her one last time before pulling away, kissing her on the head. He patted her on the back as the bus came to a stop, the doors huffing open. He watched as she climbed onto the bus, picking a seat next to the window, waving at him as the bus drove away.

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“Dad?”

The voice immediately pulled Dean out of the deep hole he’d been in, hunched over lore books and his laptop. His head snapped up toward the entrance of the library where Y/N stood in her pajamas.

“Hey kid,” Dean said as Y/N took a seat next to him, “everything okay?”

Y/N tucked her hair behind her ear, looking down at her hands in her lap before speaking the words that had been bugging her for nearly her whole life, “Where’s my mom?”

Dean sighed, setting his pencil down in the open book as he sat back in his chair, looking over at his daughter. He felt for her, he really did. A thirteen year old girl who had no relationship with her mom couldn’t exactly be characterized as a cake walk.

“I don’t know,” he said truthfully, watching as Y/N’s shoulders slumped forward slightly.

“What was she like?” Y/N asked, desperate for some kind of knowledge of her.

Dean shook his head, smiling softly, “She was badass.” Y/N raised her eyebrows at this, “One of the best hunters Sam and I ever knew. And she was beautiful...Y/H/C like yours, and that smile- I see it every time I look at you. She could light up any room, just by being in it.”

Y/N smiled, conjuring up an image of her mother in her head. “Did you love her?”

Dean paused, slightly taken back by the question, but knew the answer without having to think about it nonetheless. “Yeah. Yeah, I did.” Y/N slowly nodded, picking at the edges of her nails as Dean watched her. 

“Why didn’t she want me?” Y/N asked quietly, not being able to meet Dean’s eyes. 

Dean shook his head, holding the back of Y/N’s head so she would look at him, he ran a thumb over his cheek to wipe away a tear that escaped her eye, “Your mom wanted you to be safe and she...she knew she couldn’t provide that for you. She knew you’d be safer with Sam and I-”

“But why didn’t she come back and see me?” Y/N pleaded, her voice cracking in attempts to keep her sobbing at bay. She just wanted to understand. “Why hasn’t she called, or, or visited? Was I not good enough for her?”

“Hey, you stop that,” Dean said firmly, shaking his head at his daughter’s accusations at herself, “listen to me, Y/N...I don’t know why your mom hasn’t done those things, okay? And I’m sorry, I am...but don’t you ever think, in a million years that it was because you weren’t good enough, you understand me?”

Y/N bit her lip as Dean pulled her close to his chest, cradling her head, silently cursing Y/N’s mom for abandoning her.

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“Hey, hey! It’s not even that bad, see!” Sam lied as he examined the gunshot wound that’d gone clean through Y/N’s side, taking out a large chunk of flesh. She gritted her teeth as she writhed on the warehouse floor, blood pooling out of the wound.

Dean stood back, watching in horror as the scene unraveled in front of him, his knees buckling as Sam quickly shed one of his layers of clothing, wadding it up and pressing it over the wound in order to stop the bleeding.

Y/N’s blood-curdling scream pulled Dean out of his trance, rushing toward the two of them as he fell on his knees next to Y/N’s head, his hands hovering over her body, unsure of where to start.

“Stay with her, I’ll bring the car around,” Sam said quickly, as Dean took over holding the shirt on her side. She let out a low breath, groaning in pain.

“Didd I- I kill it?” she stuttered out. Dean laughed lightly, she sure as hell was a Winchester.

He nodded quickly, looking over to where the demon lay, “You got him, Y/N.”

“Jesus, this hurts,” she groaned, clenching her jaw and banging her fists against the floor. 

“I know, I know, you’re gonna be just fine, we’re gonna get you to a real doctor, okay?” he said quickly, just trying to keep her talking to him. He pushed down harder on her side, eliciting a mangled cry from her lips. He looked over to her, grabbing her face in his hands. “You’ve gotta stay with me, Y/N. You ain’t got a choice, alright? I can’t lose you over a lousy gunshot.”

Y/N swallowed roughly, as she nodded, “Okay. I’m- I’m with you.”

Dean smiled, wiping away the tears on her cheek, “There’s my girl.”

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Y/N hooked her arm through her father’s, gripping the sleeve of his suit jacket as they stood outside of the chapel doors as the bridesmaids and groomsmen filed in in front of them.

Dean glanced at Y/N out of the corner of his eye, patting the top of her hand. “You’ll be okay.”

Y/N let out a breath, nodding as she caught a glimpse of the inside of the church, a swell of emotions swirling inside of her. She was excited, scared, overjoyed, sad. There was so much waiting for her at the end of that aisle, a life she couldn’t wait to start.

“Well,” She sighed as the music in the church began, signaling Y/N’s cue to begin her descent down the aisle. “Lets do this.”

She held tightly onto Dean as they slowly walked down the aisle, her eyes trained on Matt, who, at the sight of her, broke down into tears. He smiled nonetheless, wiping the tears away with a sleeve.

Dean felt his throat constrict as he assisted Y/N down the aisle. He was getting ready to hand her off to someone else, to love her unconditionally just as he had, and to care for her even though she was more than capable of doing that just fine on her own.

The end of the aisle seemed to last only merely seconds, because before he knew it, Y/N turned to him, tears brimming her eyes. Dean smoothed back her hair as he wiped away a tear. “I love you, sweetheart.”

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Dean met his daughter in the grass, not sure how to feel about the large group of people watching their father-daughter dance. The music filtered in through the speakers, the two of them swaying slowly.

“You look beautiful,” he smiled sadly, “did I tell you that already?”

Y/N laughed, “Yeah...that was the fiftieth time, I think.”

Dean watched his daughter as they danced, and she smiled up at him, that same smile he remembered from all those years ago. Dean shook his head, how had the last twenty-three years gone by so fast? 

"Hey, dad?” Y/N said, “I just- I just wanted to say thank you...for everything.” Dean’s eyebrows cinched together in confusion but stayed quiet at she continued. “You’ve always been there for me, especially when nobody else was. You took me in when my own mom didn’t want me and I- I can’t thank you enough for being the father every girl dreams of having.”

Tears pricked at Dean’s eyes as he kissed her forehead, hugging her close to his body, his cheek resting on top of her head. Y/N pulled away as she looked up at her dad, wiping away a tear that rolled down his cheek. 

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Y/N.”

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exo as your boyfriend: when you realise you like them

Kim Minseok // Xiumin

you had your huge, final dance show and examinations coming up to see whether you could actually progress on to the next stage of the course you were taking

and to say you was nervous would be a huge understatement

your entire weekends recently had been devoted to the dance studio, leaving little room for you to have met up with Minseok

of course you still texted him constantly, and he’d been aware of the dance exams

yet you had not expected him to show up with a bright smile and seat in the front row - only adding to your nervousness

all the time that you were performing you’d focused on him in the front row, helping you to keep your nerves in check

and after the show, when you’d gathered your results and found out that you had passed your exam, you ran out to tell Minseok before anyone else - you couldn’t think of anyone you’d rather tell first

he had hugged you so tightly when you had told him, cheering loudly for you, making you weak at the knees, telling you that this was it - you had the biggest crush for Minseok

(bye this gif of minseok is so cute i love him so much byE)

Kim Junmyeon // Suho

you were dreading the party that you neighbourhood had thrown for the Winter Olympics because to be frank, the majority of your neighbours were really young and annoying kids

and you could think of a thousand things you’d rather be doing rather than tending to a bunch of whining kids

the only thing honestly keeping you sane was the fact that Junmyeon would be there, cracking his awful jokes and being his usual self

and you may or may not have made an effort to look extra nice because of him

your mum had baked more pies and as a consequence you were balancing two bags of pies and cakes on your arms to carry

but your knight in shining armour and a goofy smile came to the rescue, darting up his garden to take a bag from you and carry it to the party whilst both of your mothers chatted behind you

for the whole of the party Junmyeon stuck with you, still fairly new to the neighbourhood and not knowing everyone yet

but when he was introduced to the kids, and they all wanted him to play hide and seek with them, your heart just did the thing and you knew that Junmyeon was the only one who could make you feel so giddy and happy

(heheh winter olympics junmyeon i’d been waiting so long to use this gif l m a o)

Zhang Yixing // Lay

if you were being honest with yourself, you could imagine a thousand other places you’d rather be than at your little brother’s birthday party

it was a sport themed party, in which you were being forced to act as a marshall and stop any kids from killing each other

you’d been hanging out in the back of the foyer, watching all of the kids show up to the sports club and taking any gifts for your brother off of them

you had expected a lot of screaming kids, but you hadn’t imagined Yixing showing up with a little boy clinging to his leg

he recognised you at first, taking the gift for your brother from his little brother and coming over to hand it to you personally himself

“I guess fate just keeps bringing us together, eh?”

you burst into laughter at this, hating that he could reduce you to humour so quickly and with such little effort, but knowing in the back of your mind that he was the only person that could do so

and when he said that he’d stay to help and keep you sane, you were completely weak at the knees for him

(rip yixing stans but i had to)

Byun Baekhyun

recently you had been feeling extremely under the weather with stress from school, and generally being ill

so you hadn’t been able to get out of the house to walk your dog like you usually would

and as a result, Baekhyun hadn’t seen you in a solid two weeks, and whilst you messaged pretty much 24/7, he missed your face to face chats

so one Sunday morning he took it upon himself to bring you some flowers, your favourite dessert, and walk over to your house

your dog must have seen him coming through the window as he practically exploded with excitement

you hadn’t actually anticipated Baekhyun showing up at the door, seeing as you was wearing a grandma cardigan, messy hair and bare face

yet Baekhyun hadn’t cared about that as you opened the door and he’d held out the flowers, telling you how he figured you could do with some cheering up

and it was right there on your doorstep that you realised how much you liked Baekhyun, for being such a caring and thoughtful person

Kim Jongdae // Chen

Chen and you had been practically inseparable since the first time you babysat his little sisters

Disney marathons all the time

And cute hangouts at the cinema or coffee shops, but you were too scared to call them dates because you wasn’t sure how you felt, as well as Chen

But when he had bounced into your garden one afternoon and asked you to come along to his little sisters birthday you couldn’t help but squeal

He insisted that they were the ones that asked for your presence but his sisters later exposed him by telling you that he asked for permission

The way he was with with all the children in the playground made your heart melt

Especially when he would come running over, carrying three kids on various shoulders, arms and legs, and would still try to pull you in for a hug

You knew that Chen was the one you wanted to spend all of your days with if it meant life would always be this happy

Park Chanyeol

The first time you realised that you liked Chanyeol had completely blown you off of your feet because you totally hadn’t seen it coming

yet here you was, a blabbering mess as Chanyeol completely stole your heart

a little boy had just walked past in the amusement park when Chanyeol and you had just come from your break, new ice cream in hand and running down his fingers as he screams with excitement

only for a bird to swoop down and take a huge bite out of the top of it, making the boy drop the rest of the cone and immediately burst into tears

before you could even react Chanyeol had jumped to the boys side and crouched down beside him, trying to cheer him up

he took the little boys hand and lead him back to the ice cream stall where he paid for a second one, and told the boy to watch his cone carefully this time

the boy hugged Chanyeol’s long legs before running off, leaving an ice cream smudge on Chanyeol’s trousers that he wasn’t too happy about

but all you could think about for the next few hours how much your heart had soared when Chanyeol had bought that little boy the second ice cream, and how much you think you loved him for it

Do Kyungsoo // D.O.

it was that dreaded time of year that was almost as bad as finals week: results day

kyungsoo had already seen you at one of your worst points so far today, when you had completely freaked out about which exam results you were going to get

but had calmly rubbed your back and hugged you until you could breathe again

and when it came to actually collecting results the two of you did it together

with him opening your results and yours his because that way neither of you would start crying immediately

both of you smashed your exams of course and kyungsoo literally picked you up and spun you around

and afterwards he got all embarrassed and shy and your heart just did the thing

and you knew that you were so desperate to hang out with him more that you would have considered flunking your exams so you could have spent more time revising together hehehe

Kim Jongin // Kai

it was jongin’s final match of the season, and if he was to succeed today, he could be offered an incredible scholarship that would be to any course at any university of his choice

so to say he was nervous was an understatement

but upon seeing your face in the crowd, he had calmed down enough to play his best performance, scoring all the goals he needed to carry his team to the winning position

you had cheered for him like mad in the audience because ?? he was incredible and you loved supporting your faves

after the match you had intentions of just walking home because you knew he would be going to a party to celebrate with all his popular friends

yet as soon as the match finished he pushed his way through the crowd to come and thank you for coming along

and as he brushed aside his popular friends and pulled you into the tightest hug, despite his sweaty skin and damp clothes, you felt your heart go mental

you’d definitely be lying to yourself if he wasn’t the sort of guy you wanted to spend all of your time with for sure

Oh Sehun

The time you first realised that you really liked Sehun as more than a friend was when he skipped work one day purely to come and take you out for lunch

You'd had a very stressful week and was at your limit, just needing to get out and do something

So he called in sick without a second thought and picked you up outside of your house

"Sehun don't you have work?" "Maybe but I also have more important things to be doing"

Would then take you on a really cute 'date' that you was sure it wasn't a date even if you wish it was

But it involved a picnic at the beach and seeing Sehun relaxing and laughing was making you light headed

Afterwards you realised it wasn't the heat that was getting to your head but rather Sehun and his unintentional flirting

And that you'd rather spend all your lunchtimes and dates with him, even if it risked him losing his job

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[buckyfan23]

The Date

There was no way I could stay in the room with Bucky right now. I can't handle the emotions radiating off his body. There are way too many emotions running throughout his body along with everyone else's.

I decide to head to the training room. I walk over to the archery area and manifest a bow made of ice and water along with arrows made of icicles. I would get a bullseye almost every time. 

"I wasn't aware that you could do that." I look over my shoulder to see Clint talking to me. "I think that we have a new archer on our hands. How did you manage to make your bow and arrow out of ice?"

"Well, I have the ability to control the elements, so this isn't exactly difficult for me. Hydra made me Bucky's backup for any time he needed help."

Bucky might have been a sniper back in World War Two, but that doesn't mean he doesn't need help from time to time."

"Would it be possible if I try?"

"It is going to be difficult for me. I have never share my powers toward another person before, so I am not exactly sure how well this will turn out. I guess it's worth a shot."

I watch him proceed with caution once I handed him the bow and arrow. I try to focus on keeping the bow and arrow from melting as well as soaking him wet. Next thing I know, Clint is covered in water. 

Laughter fills the room, yet it was not mine. I feel this overwhelming sense of happiness. I look toward the door to find the majority of the group watching us. "I don't understand why this is funny to you guys."

"What I don't understand is why you are not laughing."

"Hate to disappoint you, Tony, but not everyone likes to laugh at someone else's misfortune." I glare at him for his comment. 

"I don't want to anger you, Little Wolf." Tony walks toward me as I create a long icicle to prevent him from getting any closer. 

"I definitely would not suggest coming closer or making me angry. I may not be a raging giant green creature that likes to smash things, but I do turn into a wolf when angered?" I created the bow and arrow again and pass it to Clint.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"Clint, it is ok. Besides this is great practice on my part. If I can do this, then I can be able to help more in case of an emergency." I explain to him.

I focus on the bow and arrow again. I watch Clint as he was able to shoot the arrow without much problems. I manifest another arrow, but this time I try to make in his hand. The icicle was a little bit jagged at the end.

"This is amazing how you can do this, Juliet. I am little curious about what else you can do with your powers." I display a small smile at Scott's comment.

"There is a lot actually. I mean, I can make fire balls, just about anything as long as it involves an element." I prove my point by making snow fall inside the building. 

"Cassie would enjoy this." 

"I would love to meet Cassie one day. Now if you will excuse me as I reek havoc on the world." I watch everyone freak out over that fact. 

"I'm kidding. I would much rather torture Hydra the way they had done to me. Now in all seriousness I am going to figure out how to fix the voodoo dolls, so they won't harm anyone again."

I carefully pull and set the dolls down. I etch a binding and protective sigil onto a piece of fabric. Then I attach the sigil to the inside of every doll's clothing.

Time for a test run. I teleport to the person I deem as the least dangerous Avenger. "I hope you don't mind being my guinea pig too much. I just need to make sure this works."

"Of course, Lady Juliet." I force the doll to float and quickly let it hit the wall on the other side of the room.

Yay, it worked. Now no one has to worry about being controlled or harmed by a doll.

"Thanks for your help, Thor. I am ecstatic that it worked." 

I slip into the kitchen. Bruce and Wanda are also in the room. One second I am in the room, and the next second I was back in the forty's. 

I guess I can teleport not only place to place but also in time. The worse part is I teleported in the middle of an experiment. Thankfully, I am not in the center of attention.

Grandpa? Steve? Uncle Howard? How is this even possible for me to be in this room? I quickly turn invisible. This guy stands up and pulls a gun out. He shoots at Grandpa. I stop the bullets from killing him completely.

I realize what is about to go down when I see Steve run after the guy who shot my grandpa. I run over to Grandpa and whisper into his ear that everything will turn out okay.

I am able to teleport back to present day. However, I land in Steve's lap. "Hi, Steve. Sorry for the sudden intrusion. I just came back from the forty's. You, guys, sure do like your labs." 

I head toward one of the labs myself. My mind goes into autopilot as chemicals and tools fly chaotically around the room. I feel people watch me as fear and confusion fills the air around me.

I finish making a special blue serum. I didn't intend to make it in the first place. I turn to look at the other people in the lab. "Hi."

"Little Wolf, what are you doing in here? What did you just make?"

"Um, the super soldier serum. You didn't really think Grandpa wouldn't tell someone how to make it, did you? I was the only person he trusted with the recipe. I don't even know why I just made it."

"Why did you not tell anyone? Why did he trust you so much with this serum's recipe?"

"I guess, he knew I wouldn't give it up or let it fall into evil clutches, Tony. Why he thought it was safe in the hands of a little girl; I will never know." I will never understand why he did that.

"Now if you will excuse me, I have to destroy this serum, so evil will never get a hold of this. No one knows I can make the serum, right?"

I walk over to Natasha and Wanda and gently tug them toward my room. "I have a date with Steve and Bucky in about an hour. I have no idea as to what to wear. Help me, please."

"Where are you three going?"

"I have no idea, Wanda."

"Well, I guess we will have to improvise. Let's look at your closet." Natasha moves toward the other side of the room.

After we finally figured out what I would be wearing, Natasha works on straightening my hair. As she works on natural looking makeup, Wanda nods in approval. 

A knock could be heard from the bathroom. I slide into my combat boots and walk to the door. "Hello boys. Where are we going if you don't mind me asking?"

Steve and Bucky's feelings become overwhelming. "I didn't mean to offend you two. 'Hello boys' is a quote from a fairly famous TV show called Supernatural." 

"It is a secret as to where we are going." Both of them give me a big smile. I walk out with them to a car being driven by Happy.

"Hi, Happy. How are you?" I look at the super soldiers from the corners of my eyes. I notice that Steve is a little fidgety. Happy talks about what has recently happened.

I am successfully able to calm Steve's nerves. "How did you do that?"

"Do what, Steve? Control emotions? I can't create the emotions people feel; I can only control the intensity of the emotion they are feeling. That was the only way I was able to help Bucky with his nightmare. Sometimes I lose control and only make it worse."

"Is that why I hurt you? You lost control?"

"Bucky, I don't know why that time I wasn't able to change your dream to a more peaceful one. I believe, I was too late to calm your nightmare." I look away from the two of them. 

I watch Happy pull into a bar. "I hope you don't plan on me drinking. I am still a minor in that department." They laugh. I smile knowing that I was able to lighten their mood without using my powers. 

Once we walk in, I recognize this place as the place where the Howling Commandos first formed. We spend the entire time talking about the past they shared. It almost feels like I was with them when it all happened. 

Sadly, it is time to go. We have been here for a few hours now. I let Happy know that he won't be needing to pick us up.

I teleport the three of us into my room. "I had lots of fun tonight. We should definitely do this again sometime." 

They smile and nod in agreement. I kiss them both on the cheek and say "Goodnight." 

I set my surprise party plan into motion as soon as everyone is asleep. As I move around the tower, the decorations follow behind me, going into their designated places. 

I ask Friday for the time, so I know how much longer until Bucky and Steve wake up. I quickly teleport into Bucky's room as soon as I hear objects breaking. A force field wraps around him as protection for him and everyone else.

"Hey, it was only a bad dream. You are not with Hydra anymore. I will never let them near you again," I slowly step inside the force field and wrap my arms around his waist. I whisper sweet loving words to him. 

Once he calmed down, I take the protection down and pull him toward the living room. I find everyone already there, including Steve. A cake flies in front of Bucky with three candles lit. 

"Wanna make a wish, Snowflake?"

"I have everything I could ever want or need," he blows the candles out right afterwards. "This is amazing. Did you do this all by yourself, Juliet?"

I smile, "With some help from the elements and past of course. To be honest, I had a lot of fun decorating for your birthday." 

Steve hugs Bucky and wishes him a happy birthday. Everyone joins in on the festivities. I pull my present for Bucky.

"You didn't have to get me a present, Juliet." 

I explain to Bucky that I wanted to. I watch him open the box to discover two teddy bears dressed like Steve and me that I made by hand. The smile on his face brightens my day significantly. I find it to be a miracle that there is no villian to fight today. 

I kiss Bucky's cheek and walk into my room. As memories of my past begin to race in my mind, I lie face down on my bed. Wanda and Natasha make their way to sit beside my body. "Are you okay? It was a wonderful gesture you made for Bucky. I can tell he really appreciates it."

"I don't know what is wrong with me. I know I should be happy, but I can't," the words are muffled by the pillows. "I hope I am not ruining Bucky's day by being upset."

"You could never ruin my day. If anything you and Steve are the reasons why I wake up in the mornings."

@mahalaraewolfe @lilulo-12

[ham001s]

Surprise parties

I have a challenge for you... can you write a angst/smut using 26 and 40 from your recent drabble list? It can be about any member. 26. BOI 40. HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU LIL BITCH

“I told her days in advanced and she still forgot my birthday”  Hoseok grumbled. Walking through the frozen neighborhood on the way to your place, cursing at his girlfriend for being so forgetful. It angered him how you could remember the stupidest things but when it came to the important things like his birthday you fucking forgot to call him in the morning to at least wish him a happy birthday, but no that’s too much to ask. “I swear she’s so inconsiderate and selfish, I organized a big party for her birthday and now for mine, she can’t even give me a card” he hissed. BACK AT YOUR APARTMENT “Okay, I texted Hoseok already so he’s gonna be here in a few minutes. Jin, do we have everything ready?” you asked the older male. “Yes, it’s all prepared for when he walks in” Jin confirmed. This was going to be the best surprise. You had been thinking of what to do for Hoseok’s birthday for weeks since he took it upon himself to remind you every day for the past few days. You were talking to Jimin about it about throwing him a party with all of his closest friends when Taehyung butts in the conversation to give you the most brilliant idea ever. He said to make him think that you forgot his birthday and surprise him with a nice party, which in your opinion was a good idea but you never thought that it could have its downsides. So here you were shushing everybody and pushing Jungkook off to the bathroom he desperately needed to use. “NOW EVERYBODY SHUT YOUR FUCKING PIEHOLES BEFORE HE COMES IN AND YOU RUIN EVERYTHING ARE WE CLEAR?!?” you yelled at all of the guests. “You’re the one that’s being loud dumbass” Yoongi muttered angrily. Yes, you were being loud but you had gone through a lot to get this all ready for your boyfriend and to be honest you just wanted to get over with it so that you could relax with Hoseok. “BOI I swear to Lord Jesus in heaven, if you do not shut up I will throw your scrawny little ass out this window” you hissed. “Pfft as if you could lift me up” he mumbled under his breath. You heard the doorknob jiggle so you all got in position, you were going to greet him normally, then everyone would pop up when you gave them the signal and either surprise him or scare the shit out of him, probably both. When Hoseok finally got to your apartment he was fuming, having the time that it took him to walk all the way here all he could think of was everything he was going to say to you. He saw you standing there in the living room with this stupid grin on your face,  he could not believe the audacity you had to smile at him when you forgot something as big as this. You were confused to say the least, never in your whole entire life had you seen Hoseok so angry. Did he have a bad day? Well, that’s alright because you were sure your little treat would cheer him up. Just as you were about to give the others the signal he exploded. “Do you know what fucking day it is? Huh, do you?” he spat, not even giving you a chance to answer because he was already yelling at you. “It’s my birthday. Did you know that? Probably not since your brain is too occupied with stupid little things to remember that you have a fucking boyfriend and that he was turning 23 today!” at this point Hoseok was seeing red, he didn’t even notice how you flinched at each venom laced word he spat at you. “Am I that worthless to you?” he asked in a softer tone, frantically looking in your eyes trying to find an answer. “Oh Hobi! HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU LITTLE BITCH!” Jungkook screamed as he came out of the bathroom. Looking around he noticed that everyone was tense and still hiding. All of your guests slowly got up and wished Hoseok a happy birthday he even heard someone whisper “asshole” amongst the crowd of people. “I fucked up the surprise didn’t I?” Jungkook asked awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck. “I think Hoseok beat you to it kid.” Namjoon said as he walked past Hoseok. Following Namjoon the bunch of people in your living room walked themselves out of the apartment, leaving you with a guilty man standing in front of you. Hoseok turned to see you just standing there looking like a kicked puppy. He really fucked up this time, how could he even think you could have forgotten his birthday. “I thought you had forgotten. Y/n I’m so sorry, please forgive me.” he pleaded. “I’m going to bed. Your cake is on the table.” you said. You walked to your room, face down trying to contain the tears that threatened to fall down your hot cheeks. Hoseok walked in your room, slowly trying not to disturb you in case you were actually sleeping. Seeing as you were wide awake and crying into your pillow made his heart break. He was such an ass to you, he had to make it up to you somehow. He sat on your bed next to you and you were turned around so that your back was facing him. This made him feel even worse. “Y/n, I’m truly sorry for everything I said to you. I don’t even know why I said all of those horrible things. I didn’t mean anything I said” he assured. There was no answer from you. “You’re the best thing that has happened to me and I made you feel like shit, you can make me feel like shit too. Hit me with your best insult no matter how cruel it is. I can take it” he demanded. “Hoseok I’m not going to insult you” you said. You were sad but who could resist Jung Hoseok? “I’m really sorry for ruining your surprise” he mumbled. “You can make it up to me” you suggested. “But how?” he asked. “I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me” you purred, crawling sensually towards him. You pulled Hoseok onto the bed so that he was resting his head against the bed frame, straddling his hips immediately after. Your hands slowly crept up his chest undoing every button of his shirt and pulling the bothersome clothing off of his body to have it thrown in some random corner of the room. He smashed his lips against yours, bruising them not that you really cared all you needed was to have him in you. Your tounges fought for dominance and he was currently winning. His hands roamed all over your body pulling your shirt over your head and slipping off you bra. He broke the heated kiss to latch his lips on one of your breasts, squeezing the other one with his hand and rolling the bud in between his index finger and thumb. “H-hoseok” you breathed. He hadn’t even done much to you and you could already feel the heat pooling in between your legs. He suddenly flipped you over, laying you gently on you back against the mattress, dragging his hands slowly down your body, admiring every inch of your being. “God you’re so beautiful” he whispered, gently pulling your pants down your legs and swiping one finger down your clothed heat. “You’re fucking soaked” he pulled off your panties, inserting a finger in your core and slowly pumping it in and out of you. You were a fucking mess under his use of his long, slim fingers that had you trembling in pleasure. “More Hoseok, more” you whimpered. He inserted another finger in you, fastening his pace by a little and massaging your breasts with his free hand. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll take good care of you” he cooed. Your back was arched as he kept sliding his fingers in you, almost at the brink of your release he stopped, pulling his out of you and licking the juices off them. “Why’d you stop” you growled at him. He stood at the side of your bed, sliding off his tight pants and ridding himself of the constricting pair of boxers he had on. “I told you not to worry. Now I’m really going to take care of you”

OMFG This is the longest thing I’ve written I hope you enjoy it TELL ME IF I MADE ANT MISTAKES

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[ramen-ninja]

Sleepover

Weeks fly by when no-pony’s watching. Grumbling at the unexpected delivery of mail so early on her days off, Plush Ramen had crawled out of her stupor with a limited supply of motivation to spare. Offering a low audible yawn as she left the bed room with instant regret, the knocking on her door could have only signified one thing, packages. “I’m coming..” She mumbled, orange hooves reaching the front door as she pulled its knob with an effortless swing of her joint.

“Hi..”

Rubbing her eyes at the sudden shock laid out before her, she blinked in confusion. Standing in plain view, was none other than her friend and psychologist Tarascha. Holding a box in his hoof and a warm smile on his face, Plush couldn’t help but gleam back at his arrival. “Tara, what in Tartarus are you doing here so early? And why do you have my mail?” Judging from his instant betrayal in facial expressions and the sun beaming in the blue sky, the Pegasus had begun to rub her head in an almost embarrassing chuckle. It was possibly almost 4pm.. “Oh Plush. Have you forgotten already? I told you weeks ago that we were stopping over for the day. Besides, I’ve missed you. Its time we did some catching up.” Staring at the remaining box, he offered it to her with a small grin. He only hoped he wasn’t intruding by taking it from the post pony on his way here. “Oh.. And this is yours. I saw Ditzy trying to deliver this to your house and well, I think she’s afraid to knock on your door after last time…” Remembering the harsh reaction Plush Ramen had given the grey mare after waking her up the first time was something he’d never forget. Watching her facial features change, it was clear she wouldn’t either.

Understanding the inner workings of his friend throughout the years spent, Tarascha had simply nodded in response. He was a quiet earth pony, often more of an introvert at heart. He understood the peculiarities of the struggling ponies of today. Even more so, was his friend Plush. When he first met her, she was nothing more then trouble wrapped in an emotional blanket. Or so he thought. Learning to understand her behaviors with a more common approach and title to her inner dilemma, he was able to help her in different aspects of their time together. While first getting her to succumb to therapy was a rather pressing and struggling manner, once he achieved his goal of accessing her mind, there were other complications to darken the horizon. For instance, while her anger and frustration could be tracked down her to instability and lack of impulse control, the mare’s violent out bursts had always seemed to be more then he could strap down. Nonetheless, he kept at it. Befriending Plush Ramen and watching her try and reenter society as an average pony on the streets, the tests never officially stopped there. Reforming a pony didn’t take a day after all. Despite her personal file growing larger as his studies went on, he begun to truly care for the mare in ways he couldn’t comprehend himself. In all honesty, was she that different then other ponies trying to make their way in this lifetime? Watching her desperately trying to be happy in a world that wasn’t ready for her, Tara knew one thing for certain. Friendship was the key. And he was right, it worked wonderfully. Introducing the skittish mare to his friends and meeting the open minded ponies that would enter her life for the better was the right thing to do. Realizing he had been staring off into space, the stallion offered a friendly smile. “You are allowed to voice your opinion Plush. I know you and Crystal have many moons left to go. But fortunately for you, she wasn’t who I was talking about. Really, you should read your letters more often.” He beamed, humored at her lack of information.

Shifting at his verbal beat down and flashing back to the stack of letters collecting dust on her kitchen table, Plush Ramen had laughed in a nervous fashion. “You’re right. I should have. I’ve just been preoccupied. Its good to see you. So, where is this guest? I didn’t see anypony following you. Or is it your imagination. Honestly Tara, I don’t know where you get such big ideas.” She giggled, teasing him while she could. Twitching an ear towards the now closed doorway, her bat like ears had given her an advantage. Allowing her to hear each hoof step as it drew closer to her door. Tilting her head with narrowed sapphire blue orbs expecting to see somepony she didn’t like, the door had opened without a knock. Bulging from her eye sockets at the sudden intrusion of privacy, there weren’t many that dared to enter without the softest of alarms. That was, until the Half changeling mare entered the home with a grin spreading from ear to ear. Orange Glow had brought home groceries, unexpected as usual. Still in her pony form but radiant as ever, her spiral horn had lit up almost instantly, transforming back into her normal holed self.

“Oh good, you’re awake Plushie! Please help me..”

Watching her struggling with the amount of grocery bags hanging from her saddle bags and magical grip, Plush wasted no time rushing to her aid. “Orange Glow, seriously? Why did you go alone? I could have helped you.” Retrieving the bags from her back and trotting them into the kitchen with little haste, the sound of wings flapping into a landing position had caught the mare off guard. Wait.. One second… Scanning over the groceries and spotting paper supplies mixed in with snacks Orange wouldn’t rightfully eat, connecting the dots had grown far more frustrating then she anticipated. She was throwing a party! Whipping around to stop her lover, her orange coated frame had smashed into somepony else entirely. Falling to the ground after what felt like a collision with rocks, she groaned.

“We must stop meeting like this.” A sly grin had followed the cocky and attentive voice standing before the kitchen entrance in wait. Brushing himself off, the dark blue Pegasus had offered a hoof to his friends downfall. Toned with a built worth appraisal, the stallion had lifted her up with a small chuckle to her dismay. Caring for the mare as if she were his own sister, Flux often challenged her in ways they never thought possible. While Tarascha seemed to work best on mental extremes, he worked on physical. Often striking at Plush’s ego with a challenge of his own, competition had driven them to many heights. One could call her his best friend, others, a sister in law, either way, he remained close.

Grunting at her own stupidity, sensitive ears weren’t all they were cracked up to be. Rubbing her head and taking a step back from his physique, she needed a moment to process the situation at hoof. “Thanks… I think. What are you doing here? Not that I’m not happy to see you. But I think you have the wrong idea.” Keeping a leveled head, thoughts swirled in uncertainty. She had wanted a day alone to do nothing! “Wait.. If you’re here, then is Mox-”

“Plush!” Entering her kitchen with a happy spring in her step, her sister had came lunging. Wrapping her hooves around the taller mare with an overly exuberant squeeze, Moxie gleamed in excitement. “Happy birthday!” Giggling at her reaction and letting go only after Plush returned the hug given, the yellow coated Pegasus had trotted back to Flux’s side with a warm nuzzle, showing her affection to his face. “Was she surprised to see us?” She grinned, watching her reactions with glee. For Moxie, being here meant more then she could express. While she knew large crowds and gatherings meant stress and uncertainty from her sisters point of view, it also brought them closer together. Having just recently found out about their relation by blood, the months that passed were brought together by bonding times. While she had befriended the mare far before she knew of their relation, ties simply brought them closer. Understanding the hardships they both possessed, a sisterhood could only do them good. While she hadn’t spoken a word about their parents since that terrifying night, Moxie knew Plush would need some time to come around. She always did.

“I was, Very.” Plush chuckled in return. Feeling her emotions lighten at the very presence of Moxie in the room, she felt at peace. Meeting Moxie through Flux, she had always felt a deep connection growing between them. In her, Plush felt innocence, purity, and a warmth she never wished to see dim low. In her, was the good she wished she could find in herself. Often finding the need to protect her at all costs, being her sister had only heightened her protective and possessive streak over the wonderful and happily free mare. Noting Flux’s reaction to her comment, while she hadn’t been lying, she would have said anything to make a smile appear on that yellow mare’s lovable face. Turning to finish putting the perishable food in her fridge, blue shaking orbs had caught sight of something wonderful. Carrot cake made from real carrots. Wanting to cry at Orange Glow’s spectacular credit to detail, she smiled wide. Pulling herself away, her eyes ventured over the faces in her kitchen when Tara’s voice broke through.

“Hey Plush, can you come here for a second?”

Breaking her zoned out state, the mare trotted into the living room and passed the Moxie and Flux when she came to a halt. Spotting the red coated stallion eager to see her as well, Shadow bolted to her side. Wrapping her up in a tightened hug, her long distant friend smiled wide. “Plush Ramen, I’ve missed you so. Happy late birthday. I know it was yesterday. But being a weekday, us ponies had to work. Its nice to see you, you look well.” Having known Plush for a very short time, he respected her. While a few years was nothing in comparison to the others, he often wrote letters to her of his journeys. And she, surprisingly wrote back.

Reciprocating the hug before taking the steps needed to acquire a safe distance, Plush felt herself grow warm. Having so many friends that cared enough for her to even come say hello was honorable by itself. While Orange Glow had spent time with her on her actual birthday, this meant something else, it meant friendship. And that’s all she ever truly wanted. “Thank you Shadow, Its so good to see you too. You look amazing.” She was going to ring that Halfling’s neck later, that much was for sure.

As if hearing her thoughts, Orange Glow’s hooves could be heard trotting up to her side. Placing a hoof to her shoulder and leaning in for a softened hug, the dark grey mare had her tricks. “Oh come on, you love me. You’re turning 30, it’s a big deal! Lets drink cider, play some games and just have some fun.”  One month, the half pony/half changeling mare had been staying with Plush, and already, things were getting amped up. Orange Glow knew Plush needed this, whether she’d admit it or not. This was the time to tell everyone about them. They were friends after all, they could accept love. Shifting her bright glowing orbs at Shadows arrival, she eyed him up rather carefully to say the least. “Shadow, I hadn’t known you were coming, you never wrote back.” Inspecting his features for any signs of emotional changes, she found herself growing more protective of Plush then anticipated. It must have rubbed off on her…

Keeping himself calm and casual, the unicorn had only chuckled at the creatures response. “Because I thought you’d tell her. Besides, I cant really stay, I need to pick up my sister from the train station.” Returning Plush’s gaze with his own, he appreciated her for all she was worth. Underneath that toughened mare, was a gentle soul. She just didn’t know it. “I wanted to stop by personally and give you a present.” Levitating a small box out from his saddle bag and placing it on the living room coffee table with the small pile of gifts already present, he stepped back. Knowing Orange before her change into what she was now, he dared not find out what else had shifted since he was gone. “Until we meet again. It was nice seeing you.”

“It was nice seeing you too. Thank you so much. Keep in touch.” Waving him off as she watched both him leave and Orange Glow’s reactions, the mare had to note that for a later discussion. She’d figure out why that was so weird. Pivoting her body to scan the gifts with an overflow of emotions daring to knock down her inner gate, she let out a deepened breath. “Thank you all for coming here. I can honestly say I wasn’t expecting it. But you don’t have to sta-” Getting a firm hoof to her shoulder once again by her lovers hoof, realization struck hard. This wasn’t about the money, it wasn’t about their hard work or their opposed wasted time spent here, it was about being there for the birth of their friend. Closing her eyes to take in the moments peace, they fluttered open in a more welcoming approach. “You didn’t have to with these gifts! I mean really. Thank you.” Glancing back to Orange and hoping she made a savable evening, a nod in return was all she needed to get by the day. “Now lets get some music on Orange, and Flux, drinks!” Giving off a hyped vocal range for their hard work, if she could enjoy herself for one night, it wouldn’t kill her. Goodness what was she turning into…

Coming up by her side as Orange Glow pumped her hoof in excitement before spouting some off the rail comments and running to her speaker set up in the corner, Tarascha smiled in a warm loving fashion. Knowing her inside and out, he understood how hard it was for her to just accept the way things were. “I’m proud of you.” He almost whispered, keeping it low before trotting into the kitchen to ensure Flux wasn’t in there about to get them all drunk. Stepping a hoof into the kitchen and watching Moxie get the drinks together, Tara blinked in confusion. Was this legal? Sure she was of age, but did she even know what she was doing? “Uh Moxie, do you need help? Where is Flux?”

Sticking her tongue out to the side in a determined accept to make her sisters party perfect, the yellow mare continued to fidget and fiddle with the liquids given. “I got this!” She shouted, her proud demeanor was far too cute to really mess up, or so she hoped. Spreading out her wings to hold the serving plate on her back, she had begun to place each overflowing red solo cup of liquid onto it with balancing precision. “Move out of the way, Master Moxie coming through!” Walking out of the kitchen with a puffed out chest and a notable strut in her step, she cared not for their opinions, she could make anything if she believed. “W-ait.. Crap.. So.. Close..”

Tara had chuckled lightly, moving to her aid as he pressed up against her for added balancing support. “You filled them too high. The line is down farther then the rim for a reason Moxie. You’re going to get cider all over you.” With his added pressure, the drinks had made it out into the living room with thankfully no causalities to speak of. Even with Moxie’s eyes rolling at his comment nonetheless. She meant well. Nothing could go wrong now. That was, until Flux reappeared.

“Hey, what took you guys so long. Oh hey, they look great Moxie!” Taking a cup off her back before chugging at his hearts content, Flux stopped in his tracks. Spitting out the cold horrid liquid in a squirt filled bee line for Tara’s face, the liquored drink was but a terrible reminder as to why he drank tea instead these days. “Yikes.. Sorry Tara, I wasn’t expecting it to be so..”

“So what?” Moxie scanned his face, her green orbs shaking with dread at the disappointment clear on his face. “Was it that bad?” Continuing to stare into his eyes with a guilt driven formula guaranteed to make anypony immediately regretful, she awaited a response. What she got however, was a gulp on Flux’s part. The normally cocky and smooth talker was a puddle when it came to his wife.

“Cold.” He responded, watching Tara glare daggers through his eyes with a weakened smile. “It tasted awesome though. Caught me completely by surprise.” Scanning Moxie for doubts and picking up another cup, the brave Pegasus had begun to gulp it down a second time. He’d be ready now. That much was for sure. Gulping the entire filled cup and hoping to make her believe him, a goofy smile had spread across his face, finishing his drink up. “See? Now lets party. I’m going to need some more of your special juice Mox.” He grinned, banging his head to the sudden music filling the air. “Lets dance!”

Watching their reactions with a small giggle, it was nice to see someone else in trouble for once. Trotting into the kitchen before swiping a towel for Tara’s poor face, she galloped back to see them placing the platter on the remaining coffee table with ease. Mentally sighing in relief, her carpet had been a burden on the stain removal process. Spotting Tara and handing him the towel with a much greeted wave of appreciation, he took with pride. “I didn’t expect you to be the first one wet.” The mare laughed out, her dry humor good enough for one. Getting a soft nudge in return, the music had grown far too loud for pleasant conversation it seemed. Which didn’t bother her in the slightest. Dancing on her spacious living room floor and swinging to the beat in her own way, Plush was surprisingly not hating herself for having a good time. Making her way to the drinks and taking a cup, she raised it to Moxie’s attention, sipping it lightly. Immediately wishing she didn’t, green eyes had been on her like a hawk. Keeping herself loyal, chugging seemed to be the only way it was getting down at all. At Moxie’s rate, they were going to be hammered after one. How much did she mix in!? What was in this drink? No-one but her knew. Tossing the cool smoky liquid down her throat, it didn’t take long for the tears to dwell. Forcing back the bitter after taste and clearing her throat, she took another in her wing. If she was going to suffer, Orange Glow was too. Trotting to the musically birthed mare with a cup as her offering, Plush gave off a cheesy grin. “You’re doing great. Maybe even Vinyl Scratch Worthy.” She chuckled, hoping it would lift her spirits. “I brought you a drink. You have to chug it down, believe me.”

Taking off her headphones and hearing the majority of what she had said, Orange took the cup in her aura without another word. Placing her head phones back on, she turned to Plush with a small wink. What she wouldn’t give to pull those raven black locks of mane and hold her into a kiss right about now. Keeping them on a down low, she had only raised her cup up in a thankful manner, wishfully thinking for more, way more. Taking a sip of the drink, the Halfling had licked her lips in appreciation. It was delicious! Chugging it out of love, she continued to spin her records as the speakers continued to blare to life, her adoptive mothers taught her well.

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Two hours later:

Finally crashing from their dancing, the music had since been switched to a softer sympathy, easing them into a lighter buzz as Moxie continued to make the drinks for the night, this time with Tara’s help as warm tea helped ease the ‘cold’ Relaxing on her couch with her friends around her, Plush Ramen’s head had begun to swirl. Taking a piece of pizza from their ordered dinner and biting into its steaming cheese covered cooked dough, the mare hummed in delight. “I think this pizza is the best thing for the party Tara, thank you.” Giggling at his happy nod, he sat across the table from her on a kitchen chair, happy to bring smiles where he went. Sitting next to her, Moxie had been diving into a salad bowl like she hadn’t eaten in days. “Moxie.. Eat some pizza, it’ll fill you more. Where did you even get salad?!” She questioned, her head unable to grasp the concept of always eating healthy.

“Don’t ask.” Flux laughed, trying to swipe out Moxie’s tomatoes for himself. “I’m really glad we did this. I cant imagine anywhere Id rather be Plush. You throw a mean party.” Turning to Orange Glow who had been sitting next to Tara and closest to their birthday girl, he offered an approving nod. “And you, Orange, I cant believe you don’t work with your mother at the club. I’m jealous.” Getting a slap to his hoof for stealing too many tomatoes from the yellow mare’s salad, he had picked up a piece of pizza with a small chuckle escaping from his mouth.

Hearing his compliment with a small blush spreading over her grey colored face, the Halfling smiled “Thank you. I appreciate that. Actually, since I have you all here, there’s something I want to announce…” Placing a hoof on Plush Ramen’s leg as she gathered up the courage to speak truth to their friends, Orange Glow cleared her throat. Hesitation diminishing, she took in deep breath. Why was this suddenly so hard? “Me and Plush have officially moved in together! I’m not sure if you ponies even knew we were dating for a quite some time.. But here we are.” Widened eyes seemed to be the shared result across the room as each pony glanced to her in waves of confusion.

Being the first to speak up, Tarascha had smiled at her announcement. He wasn’t stupid, clearly there were signs of their relationship at work. While he couldn’t understand it, it wasn’t his place to fight it right now. “Congratulations. I’m happy for you guys. Another step in the right direction.” In truth, every bit of him had been in denial. This wasn’t right. Not right now. Plush needed to see this. Giving a knowing look to Moxie, perhaps maybe she could see reason.

Flux and Moxie had shared a blink in uncertainty, their eyes screaming one thing while their smiles spoke another. To them, it was hard to see Plush with anyone else. After ending a long marriage with her husband, jumping into someone new after a year just didn’t feel right. Maybe it wasn’t their place to judge, but for their emotionally damaged friend and family member, hesitation was clear. Finally speaking up, Moxie could almost feel Orange Glow’s emotional eyes sinking in with concern. “Plush that’s awesome. I’m happy for you. Please though, take it slow. Many around here still don’t accept her kind for what they are. Let alone sexuality. Sure its legal, but that doesn’t mean all ponies accept it.” Nodding in response to his wife’s response, Flux hadn’t spoken a word. None of it truly bothered him, he cared little for sexual orientation or lifestyle, what he wanted was his friends to be happy. What bothered him however, was watching Plush absorb the information given. She was still, emotionless and seemingly calm, unlike her average self in the slightest.

Taking in the results of Orange Glow’s speech with respect for their opinions, a small cracked smile had slowly made its way across her face. Plush knew it wasn’t easy, but to see her friends supportive, she couldn’t ask for more. “Thanks guys. I know since Night Whisper left its been awkward, but those days are over now. It may be soon, but comfort comes in waves. Everypony handles it differently. I’m ready to start moving on with my life. I know you all love me, and you want me to be happy. Turning 30 is a big deal, thank you all for coming.” Shifting out of her seat on the cushioned couch to stand up and stretch, it seemed worried faces had begun to lighten up around here. “I don’t know about you, but I could certainly go for some dessert!” Trotting into the kitchen happily with laughter filling the air, they couldn’t be surprised by her food habits, no-one was. Taking out the sugar free cake from the fridge and being greeted by Moxie, the orange mare smirked at her arrival. “You hungry too?”

Simply continuing to stare into her sisters sapphire blue orbs for some time, a hoof had reached up to stroke her softened cheek. “I want you to know that I’m really happy you’re trying to move on. Its been a tough year on all of us.” Shaken green eyes stare into her own with a loving comfort. “Do you think he’ll show today?” Speaking of Night Whisper with pure concern for Plush on this hard day, Moxie kept up her caring disposition.

Pain, discomfort, agony, those were the emotions located with a lock and key to his name. He left her for dead, took her children away, and abandoned their friends, why in the world would she want him there… Keeping a brave face, swollen pupils betrayed her stubborn ways, tearing up at the thought alone. Was she really ready to bring Orange Glow into a world she hated? “I’m sorry… I’m so confused. I don’t want him here..” She paused, resting her now dampened cheek on her hoof for comfort. “I really care for Orange, we could have a future together. But if he comes back… I don’t know what Id do…” Placing the cake on the counter, the older mare had nothing left to hide.

Wrapping her hooves around Plush tight, Moxie understood. “Its okay. I’m sorry for bringing it up. He can’t hurt you anymore.” Stroking along her blackened wavy mane, its smooth texture was something to admire. Taking in her sorrows, having the orange mare fall apart like this wasn’t easy on anyone. Hearing laughter from the other room at what sounded like one of Flux’s cruel jokes, she smiled. He could distract a crowd, that much was for sure. “We’re here to support you, no matter what you choose to do. Okay?” Feeling a slow nod coming from the sniffling mare in her arms, she continued to stroke her mane, hoping for the best. “Lets eat some of this cake now okay? It looks delicious.”

Pulling out of the hug and wiping away her emotions, Plush let out a breath she wasn’t aware she was holding. “It does look good.” Smiling with a weakened expression, getting her fun loving side back together took a few minutes of their time. “Thank you Moxie. I appreciate it.” Getting a gleeful grin in return, she watched her sister carry the cake out with her carefree spring in her step. There was no denying it, she was perfect. Placing her hooves on the sink, she dared to talk to herself in a low and audible voice. “You can do this. One day at a time.” Moxie’s words sunk in deeper then she expected. What if he came back? Would she fall in his arms until the pain went away? Would she destroy whatever relationship Orange Glow and her had over a doomed marriage from the start? No. it wasn’t going to go down like this. Shaking her head and looking to her kitchen window for comfort, a face appeared in the reflection, it was her. Gathering up the courage to walk away, Plush made her way into the living room with paper products for the cake. “Orange Glow, if you get crumbs on my carpet, I swear.” She giggled, watching the Halfling try to eat a slice without a plate in hoof.

“Calm down mom!” She laughed, taking a plate from her lovers hoof for the added stability. Staring at the board game her, Flux and Tara had been equally invested in, a game of monopoly seemed like a terrible idea! Growling lightly and landing in jail, the creature had crossed her arms in a huff. “This game is stupid! Who’s the bank teller anyway?” Playing the supportive happy mare friend was her job. Despite her facial features, Orange Glow’s emotions had swirled. Their friends had doubt, it hurt to think she expected more. But in the end, this day wasn’t about her. It was about the mare she fell in love with. Tomorrow was another day. She smiled, they’d figure it out, they always have. In the meantime, back to being pissed off about the game!

Sitting down in her spot to watch the three play a rousing game that may last forever, Plush watched Moxie speak up for her question. Of course she was the banker. The only one willing to play fair. “You do realize you have a get out of jail free card right Orange?” The mare was humored by her lack of patience. Immediately getting a quick kiss on her cheek before closing out her hears to the amount of cocky cursing going on between her and Flux, this could only end hilariously. Shifting her attention to Tara and his determined grin, pink fifties were handed to Moxie with a proud puff to his chest.

“Boardwalk place Is mine. You both now owe me so much money” He awaited with open hooves as the two grumbling sore losers handed over the fake tricolor papered bills. “Plush, you’re missing out. I could own the world at this point.” He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink and counting the money in an almost tauntingly slow pace.

Slamming his hoof down on the table and causing his piece to shake, Flux had groaned in displeasure. “Tara! You own like 90 percent of the board! How?! Moxie, can I get a loan?” He mused, fluttering his eyes at her for a sympathetic approach. What he got however, was a piece of cake in the face. Followed by her giggles, he had only continued to lick up around his face before shaking It off. “Nice, a no would have sufficed!”

“Stop being such a sore loser! And stop trying to haggle with me!” Orange snapped, her money dissipating by the rounds. While she could play the happy girlfriend card well, the Halfling’s mind had been racing. It had nothing to do with the game, but of her friends emotional reactions to their lifestyle.

“Me? You own two properties! I at least own four and share some profit with Tara. Two in the good districts!” Flux spouted back. Glaring at each other for some time, the smell of carrot cake had caught their attention when Taras chuckle brought them to common ground. There was a silent truce, and it was deadly. Both taking a small piece of cake and sharing an unspoken nod, they turned to Tara with wicked grins.

Blinking at the two knuckleheads with a questionable look of uncertainty, Tara blinked. “Plush I think we have two sore losers here today.” Before he could retaliate, two pies had been smashed against his face with utmost precision. “G-ah!“ Wincing at the collision but unable to stop its path, he flailed in defiance. “For Celestia’s sake you two!” Wiping away his eyes and standing up, he trotted to the bath room in hopes of cleaning himself up.

Watching him leave, Plush questioned following him for help. “I think I better help. You two clean off my rug.” Trotting into the bathroom behind him, cold eyes stared daggers into her soul. Having closed the door behind them, she reached back for the knob in a gulping motion. “Tarascha.. I didn’t think they’d throw the cake. I’m sorry.. We can clean that up..” Before she could continue rambling on, a hoof had went to her sides, pinning her to the door. Shaken with fear, she had never seen her friend in such a state. “T-ara..?”

Gathering the courage to speak, his tone had remained strong, despite his glare softening at the mare’s expression. “Plush. Are you really trying to jump into a relationship so soon? You’re not ready.” Watching the wheels turn in her head, he continued to speak his mind. “It has nothing to do with Orange as a pony, but you’re emotionally unstable. I am just afraid you could end up hurting the both of you. Do you understand where I’m coming from?” He sighed, stepping back to give her breathing room. Turning on the sink and washing off his face, the silence that followed was excruciating. “Plush?”

Lowering her head in a defeated stance, she nodded. She understood where he was coming from. “I know…” She retreated, her mane covering the tops of her eyes as she sunk into a deepened depression. “Don’t you think I know how time works?” Picking up her head and stepping closer to him with a more defiant existence, her eyes while still blue, were vibrant with emotions. “I’m a terrible pony, is that what you want to hear!?” Moxie was right, she needed to keep it slow. Feeling her words slip out, the more she spoke, the more her filter seemed to vanish. Starting to lose control, she could tell Tara had grown from concerned to worried in a matter of seconds. Even still, she couldn’t stop. “I bet you cant wait to add Plush kills another one in your damn studies! Tarascha, mind your own damn business!”

“Plush. Come now, you’re letting your rage control you again. You know how much I care for you. Pull yourself under control, you could provoke Crystal. She’s in tune with my emotions after all.” Keeping a straightened face, Tara knew better then to back down from his friend at a time like this. She always grew worse when she knew they were right. Watching her start to simmer down, he questioned a smile, spreading it over his lips to show no ill will. “See? I believe we should get more drinks in, what would you say?”

Trembling lightly in her place, breathing was about all she could do at this time and place. Letting the air flow through her nostrils and out her mouth, Plush felt herself relaxing by the minute. “Id say it sounds like a good idea. I’m so sorry… Thanks for believing in me..” She admitted, turning and opening the door for their leave. “I guess you can say its nice. To have someone to care for, to share love without the worries of society.. I may not know where this is going, but I can say I’m enjoying myself.” Sharing her information with him as they walked side by side, the living room had been hopping with a different style of dance music. Staring at each other  before taking the initial hoof steps out there, Flux and Moxie had been singing karaoke while Orange worked on the musical background. Watching the two of them filled with such love and color, she couldn’t help but grow jealous. “Their connection is beautiful.” She smirked, enjoying the welcoming song to her eardrums, soothing her soul. Trotting her way to the door, the silent and barely existent knock was enough to keep Plush on her hooves. Pulling the knob to see Tarascha’s mate standing before her, Plush Ramen had offered a goofy and overly nervous smile. That was fast. “Hey! Come in!” Not giving her a chance, the pink mare was thrown into the mix before she had a chance at rebelling. “

Spotting his mare friend with a softened apologetic smile to Plush’s presence, Tara had galloped to her side. “Crystal, I’m so happy you could make it. I know we’re excited to have you.” Giving off a cheesy smile before making his way over to the others with Crystal in hoof, he wanted her to have a good time. What he wasn’t expecting, was her own hoof shoving him off.

“I’d actually like to speak to the birthday girl alone if that’s alright. You have fun though. Id love to join you in due time.” Offering a confident smile to his uncertainty, her acting skills could fool the world. Turning to see the orange mare clueless in her place, the changeling in disguise needed to address their situation in silence. “if you can lead the way, it is your house.” With little resistance from Plush, she followed her into what looked to be her bedroom.  

Locking the door behind them and letting out a deepened breath, Plush tried to collect her breathing as a whole. Making her way on the bed and sitting up for the pink unicorns attention, her mind was plagued with doubt. Judging by Orange Glow’s face out there, she wasn’t so happy to see this creature either. “What can I do for you? Not that I’m disappointed at your arrival. But to drag me in here by myself, you must have reasoning.” She dared remain calm, sapphire eyes staring into Crystals own with a curious arch to her silence.

“I wanted to give you a birthday present of course.” She smiled, knowing Tara’s affections for the girl, she tried her best to keep her displeasure under control. Pulling out an envelope, its non personable approach to such gifts was a blessing in disguise. Holding it out for the mare and watching her take it with pride, Crystal’s eyes watched her carefully. “You know, I’m really surprised you lived this long. I remember back when we first met. You were pregnant, and a mental disaster. And now, well you’re a divorced mare living with a changeling. But you seem to be more at peace.” She stated honestly. For her, this was making nice.

Laughing at her display and unwrapping the envelope to reveal a card with a kitten, she opened it up to see a blank page. Squinting in realization, the mare’s eyes left the card for a brief moment when the Crystals eyes continued to stare, signaling it wasn’t over. Looking on the back of the card with a surprised grin, she saw it. A happy birthday Crazy with some money taped to its spine. “Awh Crystal, you didn’t have to give me money. I mean I’m excited, thank you.” If being friends meant being overly sappy and sweet, she could fake the world out of it. Standing up before hugging the changeling in a warm and totally uncomfortable tight hug, Plush had let go in mere seconds.

Flaring her horn to life in a distrusting manner, Crystal had taken the blow with an urgent twitch. What had gotten into this mare? Hearing Orange and Tara’s voices within seconds of her door, she brushed herself off with a sigh. “You’re welcome. Just, keep hooves to yourself? I think our guests are looking for us.” Trotting to the door and swinging it open to find their lovers both eavesdropping for sport, her grin grew wide. “Liked what you heard?”

Flapping her cloth like wings over Crystals head and scanning Plush for injuries, hooves wrapped around the Pegasus in a tightened embrace. “I’m so happy you’re okay. Flux and Moxie have resorted to rap battles and I think we need to show them how its done.” She beamed, hoping for the mare to bounce back into her playful self.

Watching Tara and Crystal make their way to the living room without another word, it was a couples night now. Hearing Orange Glow’s request and starting to smirk, she nodded. “You’re right, lets cream these losers.” Trotting in there together, this was going to be a night they didn’t forget!

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Hours passed along the nighttime air as the parties activities dwindled to a halt. Crashing out together on Plush’s tan leather couch, Moxie and Flux had been wrapped up in a blanket, their exhaustion clear. Keeping it safe and not daring to fly intoxicated, she was relieved to see them safe. Turning to see both Tara and Crystal snuggled up on her soft floor, it was nice to see them spending some time together While she knew neither were fully asleep, the night had offered many moments of comfort. Spotting Orange in her recliner, blue eyes scanned over her unconscious state with a smile. Trotting to her side and picking her up, wings unfurled as she flew the sleeping Halfling into their bed.

Placing her down gently, hooves reached for the covers, pulling them up to her chin with a small yawn of her own. “Thank you for everything Orange Glow… “ Kissing her forehead, Plush Ramen smiled, adoring every moment of her sleeping face. Finding it hard to leave the room, will power was the key. Closing the door behind her and trotting to her living room, exhausted orbs scanned the package by the door curiously. Picking it up as a hoof stroked over the encrypted symbols carefully, vision had blurred. Taking it to the kitchen with a knife pointing towards the taped center, she cut slowly. The Arabian letters had only meant one thing; this wasn’t from a stranger. Slicing it open to reveal a silver picture frame, she choked up. Inside, had been her two children. Streaming down her face, warm droplets had begun to wash over the frames edge. Turning it over, words had been engraved into the back for her to see.

“To Mommy; Happy birthday From Aries & Nova.”

Unable to hold back, the frame had been clenched against her chest in a tight embrace. Slumping to the floor, she wept quietly. Today had been a whirlwind of emotions. Uncertain on where to go from here, the mare slouched back. Hitting her head softly against the kitchen cabinet, she sighed. “Thank you, I needed this today Night Whisper…” She whispered, a smile creeping to her face. Maybe, just maybe, she could move on. Standing up and placing the frame against her wall, Plush Ramen found a weight lifted from her shoulders. She had a million reasons to fall apart. But what mattered, were her reasons for standing. Friendship, love, and self confidence was the key. “I’ll never know how far I can go… Unless I try.” She smiled, turning off the lights before heading to bed. Today was over, tomorrow’s journey had yet to come, it was time to live things one day at a time.~ [Characters belong to me and my friends. I’ve been avoiding posting this for some time. Procrastination is a b*tch.]

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[sungvin97]

Of Cosmos and Camellia Flowers

Please let me find someone I will love for the rest of my life this year.

Twenty-two and you still hadn’t loved anyone. You clasped your hands together in a silent plea and closed your eyes, blocking out the faces of your friends and the candles on the cake.

Please let me find someone I will love for the rest of my life this year.

You opened your eyes and blew out the candles, smiling as your friends cheered.

“What did you wish for?” ask Taehyung.

“She can’t tell you that, Tae! Then the wish won’t come true!” said Jimin, lightly pushing Taehyung.

You giggled and looked around for your best friend. You didn’t see him.

“Where’s Kookie?”

“He said he was going to the bathroom a couple minutes ago. Didn’t you hear him?” said Hoseok, looking at you.

You shook your head and stood to go find him. You meet Yoongi’s gaze and thought you saw something in his eyes but before you could look closer, he had turned his head away. You sighed and walked down the hall in your apartment to the bathroom.

“Kookie?” you knocked on the door. “Jungkook, are you in there?”

“Yeah, give me a second.”

You relaxed at the sound of his voice. You vaguely heard the water run before the lock clicked on the door and Jungkook was in front of you.

“You ok? You look kind of pale.”

“I’m fine. I just haven’t been getting good sleep.”

He smiled at you. You frowned. Usually when he wasn’t sleeping well, he would come and sleep with you.

“You know you can come to-“

“We’re twenty two now Y/N. We slept together when we were fifteen. People would get the wrong idea if we slept together now. Besides, I’m fine.”

You were about to say something but Namjoon chose that moment to appear with something that looked like cake on his face.

“Sorry Y/N but Yoongi might have gotten mad and accidently thrown the cake at me and now it’s lying on the floor.”

You sighed at the thought of getting the frosting out of the carpet and shook your head. Seokjin had apparently though of it too and was already running around, spraying products into the carpet to avoid stains.

“Are you guys staying the night?” you asked sitting down on the couch, next to Jimin.

“Nah, we don’t want to bother you on your birthday already more than we have,” said Hoseok, smiling at you.

“I have work early tomorrow too,” said Seokjin, throwing away the last of the paper towels from the cake accident.

“Yeah, we should go anyways. It’s passed midnight,” said Yoongi, stretching.

You and Jungkook watched them gather their stuff before they were out the door and into the cold autumn air. Silence followed as just the two of you were left alone.

“That was a crazy birthday,” you said with a sigh.

“Your fault for being friends with them,” said Jungkook, picking up a half empty bag of chips and searching for the clip.

“You introduced me to them,” you muttered, smiling thinking of the memory.

Jungkook had gone to the same high school as you and became best friends with you after some college guy had tried to hit on you and he stepped in pretending to be your boyfriend. You had no idea who he was but was grateful that he was interfered. It turned out that you had algebra with him and that he was the top student in the class. You began talking to him and eventually brought up the fact that you were close to failing the class. He offered to help you and that lead to him coming over to your house everyday and spending most weekends there. Fast forward to senior year where you went to prom together and made the decision to go to the same college. At college, you remained close and got a small apartment together near campus. People constantly thought that the two of you were dating, something that was common back at home too. You were both used to it and sometimes pretended to be a couple to get discounts on Valentine’s Day chocolate. Through Jungkook, you had met his six other new friends he had made in his music class. After the first year was done, you knew you hated college and chose to take a year off before choosing what to do. Jungkook took the year off with you. You had told him that he didn’t need to but he refused, saying that he wasn’t exactly happy there and wouldn’t be without you. He decided to work more on his art, painting and selling them to anyone. Yoongi, Seokjin, Hoseok, and Namjoon had all graduated last year and Jimin and Taehyung were still in school.

“Earth to Y/N.”

“What?”

“I asked if you wanted to keep this half smashed cake or if I should just throw it away,” said Jungkook looking at you.

“Toss it, I can get another one if I want cake later.”

You watched him as he walked into the kitchen. He really did look pale.

“Hey,” you said as he walked back into the living room. He looked at you.

“Are you really ok? You don’t look good.”

“I’m fine.”

You bit your lip to keep quiet and nodded. He wasn’t fine. You knew him too well.

“Yah, you know what I saw today?”

You looked up at Taehyung, who was staring at you with wide eyes. You glanced at Jimin, who was sitting next to him. Jimin shrugged and took a sip of his coffee. You returned your attention to Taehyung.

“What, Tae?”

“You remember Taehee from our writing class last year?”

You nodded, remembering the girl with classes who would get A’s on all her papers.

“She has Hanahaki Disease.”

You choked on your drink while Jimin’s hand slipped on his phone, hitting the table loudly, causing other people in the café to look over at the three of you.

“You’re joking,” you said, staring at Taehyung with shaking eyes.

He shook his head.

“No. I was behind her this morning in the Humanities building when she collapsed and started throwing up daisies.”

“Shit,” muttered Jimin. “No one talks about that. I had thought maybe it had died or something.”

“The only way it stops is if the person you love, loves you back. That or surgery,” said Taehyung, fiddling with his earing.

“Yeah, but the surgery is expensive and it takes away the feeling of love entirely,” you said, staring into space.

“What’s up? Why do you all look like you’ve seen a ghost or something,” said Jungkook, appearing with cup of tea and sitting down beside you.

“Taehee has Hanahaki Disease,” you said, quietly.

Jungkook stopped with his drink halfway to his lips. He set the cup down and stared at the table.

“She threw up daises today. I saw it,” said Taehyung.

“God, that’s awful,” said Jimin, leaning back and running a hand through his black hair. Your heart stopped for a second and you questioned the feeling that had passed by you.

“Imagine being in love with someone and they don’t love you back. You’re stuck with those fucking flowers coming up whenever they feel like it and surgery is the only way to end it and those feelings.”

“And people judge you if they find out you have it,” said Jungkook, in a soft voice.

“Well, who wouldn’t? Everyone would be dying to find out who you’re in love with. It’s a weird disease,” said Jimin.

You shook your head at the thought of constantly throwing up flowers because the person you love didn’t love you back. You couldn’t imagine it.

“Fuck!” you yelled loudly, dropping the knife on the counter as you ran to the sink and turned on the water, sticking your finger under the cold water.

Jungkook came running into the kitchen at your cry. He took one look at your finger before running to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. He came back and fumbled around, finding the Band-Aid and disinfectant.

“Do you have to?” you asked, looking at the disinfectant in his hand.

You hated the feeling of it and it always lasted longer than everyone told you it would.

“Sorry,” he said, smiling at you as he knew how much you hated it.

Closing your eyes, you hissed as you felt the pain in you finger before feeling Jungkook’s hand putting the Band-Aid on.

“Be careful ok? What if I wasn’t here?” he chuckled looking at you as you opened your eyes.

You knew he was serious by the look in his eyes and smiled a little.

“You’re always here though.”

Jimin’s birthday wasn’t long after your’s and it was the night of his birthday party where your life went downhill. The couple times you had seen Jimin after your birthday party were causing a feeling in your chest to grow and you had been trying to understand it. Thinking back on it, you had started to feel this around Yoongi’s birthday back in March. You shook your head as the door opened and Jimin smiled at you and Jungkook.

“Yay! My besties are here!” he yelled, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into the apartment he and the others shared.

“What am I then? A cactus?” yelled Taehyung, emerging from the bedroom he and Namjoon shared.

“More like a chihuahua,” muttered Yoongi, walking past you to sit on the couch.

You laugh and shrugged Jimin’s arm off of you as you were beginning to feel a little nauseous from his proximity. Hoseok came up from behind Jimin and stuck a birthday hat on his head.

“Happy birthday you twenty three year old!!”

Jimin laughed and adjusted the hat so it was sitting right. Jungkook sighed and moved from his position by the couch.

“I’m going to use the bathroom,” he said before going down the hall.

You watched him go with narrow eyes. He was pale again. You turned to Yoongi next to you.

“Does Jungkook look pale to you?”

Yoongi looked at you for a second before shaking his head.

“No, he looks fine. Why?”

You frowned. “He’s been looking pale every since my birthday and he told me he hasn’t been getting good sleep. It’s weird. Normally he would come and sleep with me if he can’t sleep but he said we’re too old for that and that people would misunderstand.” You bit your lip in deep thought.

Yoongi laughed a little. “Of course people would misunderstand. You know we all thought you guys were dating when we first met right? I’m surprised you guys haven’t had sex yet.”

You turned sharply to face Yoongi. “What?”

Yoongi leaned forward and grabbed a cup of beer from the table. He took a drink before looking back at you.

“You guys have never kissed either from what Jungkook told me. You haven’t thought about having sex with him ever? Really? You have self-restraint,” he chuckled.

“He’s my best friend, Yoongi. Having sex with him would ruin our relationship.”

“We’re all your friends too. You haven’t thought about having sex with any of us?”

You were a little offended now.

“Yoongi, I’m not going to fuck my best friends even if you’re all good looking and girls drool over you guys everywhere you go. I was worried about Jungkook’s health but you brought up that you think I should have had sex with him long ago. What the hell is wrong with you? Why would I sleep with my best friend who is like a brother to me?”

Yoongi looked behind me and a little of what looked like sadness flickered in his eyes.

“Hey Kookie.”

Your eyes widened and you turned around to see Jungkook, looking at you with something unreadable in his eyes.

“Hey Yoongi. I’m going to get a drink.”

He turned and started walking towards the kitchen.

“Oh and Y/N.”

He turned to look back at you.

“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t have sex with you either.”

An hour later and you hadn’t talked to Jungkook. You hadn’t said anything wrong exactly. You had said how you felt but it was awkward and it had never been award between the two of you.

“Happy birthday dear Jimin! Happy birthday to you!”

Everyone’s singing was a mess but Jimin smiled brightly, causing his eyes to disappear and have a smile of their own. He closed his eyes and clasped his hands together much like you had done only a week before. And that’s when that feeling came. The feeling of butterflies in your stomach that grew and grew until it felt like butterflies were really going to fly out of your mouth. You swayed a little and muttered “bathroom” to Jungkook, missing his worried gaze as you stumbled to the bathroom, locking the door before throwing up into the toilet. You closed your eyes as wave after wave hit you, leaving you gasping for air. Eventually, your stomach settled down and you opened your eyes, slowly. You wished you never opened your eyes. Purple and white flowers were lying on the ground, some in the toilet and some scattered on the ground around you. They stared you in face, mocking you, laughing at you, saying this is what you get as you remembered your wish made just a week ago.

Please let me find someone I will love for the rest of my life this year.

You sobbed and quickly covered your mouth with your hand so the boys wouldn’t hear. They couldn’t know. Especially Jimin. You knew who you were in love with, not knowing until the flowers stared you in the face. You were shaking as you grabbed onto the sink for support as you brought yourself to your feet. How long had you been in here? You quickly gathered the flowers together, throwing them into the toilet and flushing them down, erasing their presences. Is this what everyone did? Is this what Taehee had done? You turned on the water, splashing the cool liquid on to your face and looking in the mirror, willing yourself to calm down. You were pale and looked terrible. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door and found Jungkook there.

“You were taking a long time and I wanted to make sure you-“ his words stopped when he sees your face and shaking body.

“Are you-“ he stops himself, before taking your hand.

“Guys, we’re leaving. Y/n doesn’t feel well. Sorry! Happy birthday Jimin!” he said, grabbing your purse and pulling you out the door before the boys could even register that you had both left.

He opened the car door and put your seatbelt on before running around to the driver side and starting the car. He didn’t talk or ask you why were you shaking and you were glad he didn’t. Jungkook knew when you were lying and you didn’t want to have to lie to him. You arrived home and Jungkook helped you up and to your room.

“Do you want anything?” he asked, placing the blankets over you as you lied on your bed. You shook your head and he smiled a little.

“If you need anything just call me or something,” he said, setting your phone on the table next to you.

You nodded quietly and then he was gone. And you started crying.

You avoided Jimin as much as possible and didn’t go out if you could avoid it. Jungkook never brought up Jimin’s birthday night and tried to ask you out with him and the other boys but you declined. He had frowned at first but now he just nodded. The flowers grew worse and you made frequent trips to the bathroom each day just to throw up those perfect purple and white flowers that laughed at you. You had looked them up a couple days ago to find that they were cosmos flowers. You hated them. You had just finished throwing up and clearing away the flowers when you heard a knock at the door. Standing up shakily, you made your way to the door. When you opened it, you wished you hadn’t.

“Y/N!” His voice was beautiful.

“How are you feeling? We haven’t seen you in a couple of weeks.”

“I’m ok. I just felt a little weird. Sorry to ruin your party.”

Jimin waved a hand dismissively. “Nah, don’t worry about it. But you’re fine now?”

Your stomach was saying differently even though flowers had come up mere minutes ago.

“Uh, kind of not really? I’m still feeling a little off,” you said, looking down, trying to calm the feeling in your stomach.

“Oh…I guess going out for lunch isn’t good then?” He smiled as he ran a hand through his hair.

You cursed his habit as you held yourself back from jumping on him and kissing him senseless. You knew it would end badly since he has no feelings for you.

“Yeah probably. Sorry Jimin, another time.”

He smiled and walked away. You hurriedly closed the door before running back to the bathroom. It was starting to become your least favorite place.

“Early Christmas shopping!” yelled Taehyung as you all piled into the car, Jimin and Taehyung in the back with you and Jungkook in the front.

“What about the others?” you asked, putting your seatbelt on.

“They’re working, so they’ll get theirs on their own,” said Jimin, smiling at you. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

You looked forward, away from him. You couldn’t avoid him forever and now you were stuck with him. You hoped there wouldn’t be long lines at the bathrooms in the mall.

“Should we spilt up?” asked Taehyung, looking around. “Then we can get gifts easier. Jungkook come with me! Let’s meet back here in an hour!”

You watched in shock as your comfort was taken away from you, looking at you with apologetic eyes.

“Ok then, let’s start with finding Tae and Kookie gifts then,” said Jimin, smiling down at you.

You nodded silently.

“This shirt would look good on Kookie, don’t you think?” asked Jimin, holding up a shirt that was totally white.

You had managed to get through getting Taehyung’s present but things weren’t looking good for Jungkook’s gift.

“It looks good,” you said, wanting to get out of there.

Jimin frowned. “I don’t know. He always wears white shirts. Maybe I should get him something with color.”

“Well, we have to meet them soon so better find something.”

“Already? I didn’t even get you a gift!” he looked at you with wide eyes.

‘Don’t worry about it,” you said, breathlessly, feeling the butterflies or in this case, flowers. Jimin pouted.

“No I need to get you a gift to. You’re my friend!”

You smiled as well as you could while feeling like flowers were going to come up anytime.

“Just get it later. I’m going to the bathroom real quick.”

You practically ran out of the store and to the closest bathroom. Three people were in line. You were pale and sweating and one of the ladies looked at you with mild concern. You managed a tight smile and sighed when two stalls opened, leaving you and the lady who was staring at you alone.

“Drink too much water?” she asked, with slight smile.

“Something like that,” you sighed. The feeling was stronger and you needed to get them out. If they stayed in your lungs any longer, they might suffocate you. You had heard that it happened to people before. The stalls opened and you rushed in, trying to throw up as quietly as possible, which was hard. The flowers fell out by the thousand, having been building up for so long. They stopped and you felt tears falling down your cheeks.

“Oh honey,” you heard from behind you and you quickly turned around to see the woman’s shoes outside your stall. You looked down to see some flowers had escaped under the stall door. You sniffed and opened the door to meet the women’s eyes. They were filled with pity, something you didn’t want to see. You hated the look and swore to never let the boys know about this because they would look at you with the same expression.

“I’m sorry,” you said in a small voice, gathering the flowers quickly and flushing them down the toilet. You walked passed her to the sink and splashed water on your face, controlling your breathing and calming down little by little.

“My son had it.” You looked up to meet the woman’s eyes in the mirror.

“He had it for years before he got the surgery.” She placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t get the surgery.”

You turned around and stared at her.

“Why not? Does it not work?”

“It works. It works too well. My son has changed and he doesn’t feel any type of love anymore. He’s like a machine. If I could go back in time, I would stop him from getting the surgery. So I know it’s painful and it’s a burden and you don’t want to let others know but don’t get the surgery. You’ll lose your life.”

A group of giggling teenagers entered the bathroom and the woman stepped away before leaving the bathroom. You breathed out a sigh before walking out of the bathroom, seeing all three of the guys there.

“There you are! I was worried. You took forever and I called the guys here. Jungkook was about to go in and get you,” said Jimin, stepping towards you.

“Sorry, someone needed help and I got caught up in it,” you lied, seeing the woman from earlier looking at you from across the hall.

“Let’s go. We got everything right?” asked Jungkook, looking at you. You could tell he knew you were lying.

The week before Christmas became one of the worst moments in your life. You and Jungkook were at your local café, looking over some of his artwork when Jimin walked in. He wasn’t alone. A beautiful woman around the same age as him was holding onto his hand like it was a lifeline and he looked fine with it. His gaze was filled with love and so was her’s.

“Oh Kookie! Y/N!”

Of course he saw you. Of course he walked over to your table.

“Guys, this is Sohee, my girlfriend. Sohee, this is Jungkook and Y/N. They are my best friends. And no they aren’t dating.”

“Jimin has told me so much about you guys. I’m glad I can finally meet you. Maybe we’ll see each other at the Christmas party? You’re coming right?”

Jungkook noticed your hands were in fists and that you looked pale.

“We’ll see. We might have stuff going on and actually we really need to get going. See you later Jimin. Nice meeting you, Sohee,” said Jungkook, quickly packing his stuff and pulling you up from your seat and leading you outside much like that night when this all first started.

The two of you began walking back to your shared apartment as snowflakes fell slowly onto the sidewalk. Jungkook sighed and stopped walking. You turned around to look at him.

“What?”

“Don’t’. Stop lying y/n. You’ve been acting strange ever since Jimin’s birthday party. Tell me y/n. What’s going on? You’ve never been this closed off from me before.”

You looked down at your brown boots, too afraid to look at your best friend because he could see right through you.

“Do you like Jimin?”

You snapped your head up at the mention of his name and at the broken voice that came from Jungkook.

“What?”

“You like Jimin, don’t you?” Jungkook stared at you, begging you to give him an answer.

“Are you kidding? Me? Like Jimin? If I liked Jimin, I would be throwing up flow-“ Your words were cut off by a single small cosmos flower leaving your lips. Both you and Jungkook watched the flower as it landed on the snow-covered sidewalk before a gust of wind blew in up and into the road where a car drove over it.

“Y/N…”

You turned and ran. You ran as fast you could back to your apartment and slammed the door to the bathroom closed, locking it just as Jungkook came into the apartment and began pounding on the door.

“Y/N. Please. Open the door. Let me talk to you. Y/N.”

“Go away Jungkook. Leave me alone!” you screamed as flowers fell from your mouth, covering the floor in those awful, beautiful purple and white flowers.

“How can I leave you alone after that Y/N!? Open the door. Please. Tell me what’s going on. It’s been happening since his birthday, hasn’t it? That was why you wouldn’t go out at all right?”

You cried and Jungkook could hear you.

“Y/N, get away from the door.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to break it down.”

Your eyes widened. “Jungkook don’t-“

A thud came and you could hear him curse before taking a breath and kicking at the door again, causing the hinges to loosen. You quickly moved away from the door until your back was pressed against the bathtub just as the door fell. You knew Jungkook was strong but this was a whole new level.

“Jungkook, what the fuck?! How are we going to pay for a new door?!” you screamed at him, wiping away the tears on your face, looking at him as he knelt beside you.

“I don’t fucking care. This wouldn’t have happen if you had just let me in.”

He took your hand and pulled you towards him, wrapping his arms around you in comforting hug. You felt his shoulders shake slightly.

“I’m sorry. I should have seen it sooner.”

You shook your head. “I didn’t want you to know. I didn’t want anyone to know.”

“No I mean I at least should have recognized it.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, you voice muffled by his shoulder.

“Nothing. I-“

You raised your head to see why he had stopped when you saw the flowers surrounded the two of you. They weren’t purple and white flowers. They were pink and had many petals that made them look like a unique rose. You recognized them as camellia flowers. You slowly raised your eyes to meet Jungkook’s and saw that he was already looking at you.

“It was always you. Ever since we moved in together. Only Yoongi knew.”

You stared at him completely stunned. He searched your eyes for the love he knew he would not find. His eyes drifted to your lips and he couldn’t help himself. His lips met yours and you could do nothing except stare at his closed eyelids in shock. He did not expect you to respond and the kiss only last a couple seconds before he pulled back and left the house. You sat there in the middle of the bathroom, surrounded by cosmos and camellia flowers, the taste of his lips still on yours. But it was a sad taste.

Yoongi was not happy to be woken up from his afternoon nap but his mind blocked that when he saw you standing on the doorstep, crying and trying to speak. The only thing he could understand was a name and that was enough for him to drag you into the house and into his room. He closed the door and sat down with you on his bed.

“What happened? Y/N? What’s wrong? Where’s Jungkook?”

“He’s gone. I don’t know where he went. Yoongi, what have I done? I didn’t know that he was suffering all this time.” You hiccupped and a cosmos flowers fell to the floor. Yoongi followed it with his eyes. He rubbed small circles into your back, trying to calm you down enough so that you could speak clearly. After a couple of minutes, your tears had stopped enough for you to tell everything to Yoongi. And he listened and didn’t say anything until you were done.

“He’s been in love with you for a long time. I didn’t find out until later. You were out with Hoseok and Taehyung and I had stopped by to give him the assignment he had missed from class when he ditched school with you. The door was unlocked and he had left the bathroom door open and I saw everything. I was shocked to see him like that, coughing up flowers and begging me not to tell anyone. When I asked him who it was he laughed and asked me if I was stupid. I watched over him and tried to see if you had any feelings that you didn’t know of in you. But at Jimin’s birthday party, I knew you had none. And so did Jungkook. He heard our conversation remember? I suspected that you were in love with Jimin when we didn’t hear from you for a while. Jungkook said that you weren’t looking well and I wanted to hit him for being so blind. You had noticed it with him too and didn’t know.”

Yoongi sighed and looked at the ground covered in cosmos flowers. “I’ll clean this up.”

“I’m sorry Yoongi,” you said, lifting your head to look at him as he collected the flowers from the floor.

“It’s ok, Y/N.”

The sound of a door opening caused both of you to look at the door. You heard Taehyung’s and Jimin’s laugh and you froze. Yoongi noticed your expression and quickly laid a hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t worry. They never come in-“

The door opened and Taehyung smiled brightly.

“Oh Y/N! You’re here! Cool! Yoongi, come out! Jimin and I brought some snacks. Let’s play some gam-“ You watched as Taehyung’s eyes found the flowers on the ground around you and the flowers in Yoongi’s hands.

“Taehyung, get the fuck out of my room,” Yoongi’s voice was quiet but you knew he was beyond angry and so did Taehyung. Jimin didn’t know though.

“Hey, Y/N. Come play some games with us. Yoongi, you-“

“Jimin. Taehyung. Get out. Now.”

Taehyung grabbed Jimin’s arm and began tugging him away but Jimin was putting up a fight.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

Jimin stopped fighting and Taehyung fell backwards from the lack of resistance. Jimin’s eyes were trained on the flowers around you. You could only watch as his eyes met your’s.

“I’m going to kill Jungkook.”

“Why would you do that?” asked Yoongi. He was tired and he knew everything needed to be explained. You knew it too.

“Y/N has Hanahaki Disease because of him! How could I not kill him! His best friend loves him and is suffering!”

“You should learn all the facts before saying anything, Jimin,” said Yoongi, turning to look at you. You had to do the explaining now.

Jimin looked at you, waiting for the story.

“I’m not in love with Jungkook. I’m in love with you,” you said, staring at him. Taehyung stood behind Jimin, looking around for a hiding place but also curious about this story.

“What?” Jimin stared at you.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

“I’ve been in love with you since your birthday party. Jungkook has been in love with me since we moved here and stared school together. He found out about me and I found out about him today. We both have Hanahaki Disease but we love different people. Jungkook was suffering longer than me, Jimin.”

You opened your eyes to see Jimin still staring at you like you had grown two heads. A moment of silence passed before Jimin said anything.

“Get the surgery, y/n.”

Yoongi stiffened next to you. “Jimin, the surgery is said to take away all emotions of love.”

Taehyung looked at Jimin. “He’s right. I’ve heard people become different after the surgery.”

“I don’t fucking care.” Jimin stared straight at you. “Get the surgery and get over me. You shouldn’t love me.”

“I was told not to get the surgery,” you said quietly. “I was told it would take away my life and leave me like a machine.”

“Get the fucking surgery y/n. I don’t want you to love me. Jungkook should get it too. You’ll die because of those flowers anyway. Isn’t it better to live without love than to cough up flowers because someone doesn’t love you?”

Yoongi moved forward and punched Jimin right in the face, knocking him to the ground. Taehyung jumped back, staring at Yoongi like he had gone crazy. You jumped up from the bed and grabbed Yoongi’s arm to stop him from punching Jimin again.

“Apologize now. You didn’t need to say those words, Jimin. Do you think it was her choice to fall in love with you and throw up those fucking flowers?! How could you tell her to get the surgery when you know that it will leave her nothing like how she is now?”

“Yoongi, stop,” you pleaded with him, tears framing your face.

Yoongi looked at you before grabbing a bag and throwing some clothes and other things in there before facing Jimin and Taehyung again. Taehyung had gotten Jimin to stand up and Jimin was looking at the ground. You could see a bruise forming on his cheek.

“If you need me, I’ll be at Y/n’s place. If Jungkook shows up, send him to me.”

The two of you left, Jimin not meeting your gaze.

Jungkook didn’t show up for the rest of the week. Yoongi took his spot and made sure you were ok. He comforted you when the flowers came and made you tea when you cried for Jungkook. On Christmas Eve was when your life changed again and you weren’t sure if you regretted making that wish on your birthday. The familiar sensation of flowers in your stomach made you stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom; Yoongi shortly joining you to make sure you would be ok. Your body heaved as flowers poured out of your mouth, your eyes tightly shut as you panted for breath. You leaned against Yoongi, as you recovered. You noticed how silent he was and thought it unusual.

“Y/N…open your eyes.” He sounded awestruck and you wondered what had gotten him to sound that way. You opened your eyes prepared to see the familiar purple and white flowers on the ground. But you didn’t. Instead you saw flowers familiar to you and related to the one person in your life that mattered to you. The camellia flowers looked up at you in joy and you felt yourself collapse against Yoongi.

“But-I don’t-how can this-“

“I’ve never heard of this before,” said Yoongi, reaching down and picking up a flower.

“But if I’m throwing up these flowers doesn’t that mean he doesn’t love me anymore?”

Yoongi dropped the flower and faced you.

“No, this could just be a sign, letting you know that your heart has changed and it’s letting you know who you love.”

“How can the flowers change though?”

You were crying harder now, trying to understand this turn of events.

“Don’t think about it,” said Yoongi.

Christmas morning brought no gifts and no flowers. Yoongi and you were sitting on the couch. Yoongi was watching you and you were waiting for that feeling to come. You hadn’t thrown up since the appearance of the camellia flowers and it was the longest you had gone without flowers appearing. It was the worst Christmas ever. Until the door opened. Both you and Yoongi jumped and turned to see Jungkook standing there, panting like he had just run a marathon and staring at you completely in love. Your mouth opened, filled with questions but none of them could come to mind. It was like your mind was wiped blank and all you could focus on was Jungkook standing there. You vaguely heard Yoongi get up from the couch and move pass Jungkook, closing the door behind him. You were alone now. Jungkook took a step towards you but you saw him hesitate. Your mind started working then. You jumped up and crashed into his arms, knocking him back a few steps. You felt his arms circle your waist and you cried into his shoulder.

“How could you leave me for almost two weeks, Jungkook?”

“You weren’t in love with me.”

“And why now?” You raised your face from his shoulder to look at him clearly. He wiped the tears from your eyes before replying.

“Because you’re in love with me now.”

And that was it took before he was kissing you and you were kissing him back. You had never been in love until now. You had never realized that love had always been there but you had never seen it. You smiled against his lips as you thought of your wish from your birthday.

I found someone I will love for the rest of my life.

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