#seriously they gave him a fire extinguisher for his birthday

[kirans-wonderland]

The Perfectly Imperfect Party~

Happy Birthday my twst twin <3 true ginger 4lifers

~ reader is gender neutral ~

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"Ok, the cake is in the fridge. check" You said to Trey as you checked another box on your clipboard. "Thank you so much Trey, it looks amazing. Now, I need you to keep Cater away from Heartslaybul until it's all ready. Can you do it?"

"Don't worry, I think I can wrangle him for the morning." Trey laughed as he left to be a distraction for his fellow 3rd year.

You checked your clipboard again seeing the things that have yet to be done.

Cake

Gift

table decorations

photo - op spots

Ace and Deuce are contained

fire extinguisher on deck

Cater distracted

"Alright... this is fine, this'll be great" You and Cater had started going steady pretty recently but you already never wanted to let him go. You wanted his birthday to be perfect. You had gotten Riddle to let you use the gardens for the party. Riddle even had the roses freshly repainted for this event. Everything... aesthetically... was perfect. It was just the human factor you were concerned about. Knowing the chaotic duo that was your friends, something could go wrong at any given moment.

There was a small feeling of dread you felt as you walked into the garden again... just hoping everything was still intact. A sigh of relief leaves your lips as you see the decorations still up, the tables still standing and the roses all red. You were hopeful. As you checked 'table decorations' off your list Ace and Deuce walked up to you.

"This really looks fantastic guys..." you grasped Ace by the shoulders firmly, voice becoming eerily passive aggressive. "Let's keep it that way yeah? Yeah!?" Ace being shook by the shoulders agreed trying to get you to not scramble his brains. Deuce looked on with a slight smile. You didn't feel the need to worry about Deuce, he could behave himself better than his red-headed counterpart. You released the shoulders of a now slightly dizzy Ace to address Deuce.

"And we are prepared for the event of Grim causing a fire. Yes?"

Deuce nodded and gave a playful salute "Yes, we are prepared for any circumstance!"

"Knowing this place... I wouldn't say any..." You said uncertainly.

"Hey, seriously. This looks amazing, really. Cater is going to love it even if it isn't absolutely perfect." Deuce said putting a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"I know..." You sigh. "I just want it to be. He deserves perfection.. he deserves the world~" Deuce lightly pushed your shoulder at this.

"ugh keep the sappy stuff to yourself" He joked.

~~~~~

Everything was ready. *ping*

Trey: I really hope you’re ready because I can’t keep Cater contained anymore over here. He is losing his mind. Seriously. He’s desperate to see you. He’s on his way.

Y/N: perfect timing we’re all done!

You responded to Trey’s text before checking Cater’s magicam story. Trey wasn’t kidding. Cater’s latest post was a selfie of him with a very sad look on his face captioned. ‘Not feeling very #blessed today. Haven’t seen the 🔑 to my ❤️ today. #heartbreakanniversary #loml #crying #itssadboihours’

You laughed at your dramatic boyfriend’s ‘sad post’ and eagerly awaited his arrival. You gave everything one last look over… it was still perfect. You were ready as you went to the gate of Heartslaybul to wait for your favorite ginger.

Cater arrived in a speed walk that quickly became a run when he saw you. He scooped you up in a hug before you could even register the impact. "Hii my little petal baby platypus pickle chair~"

"Cater. These 'creative' pet names of yours are getting a bit out of hand" You laughed.

"No <3" Cater simply responded grinning at you.

You grabbed his hand dragging him by his arm excitedly "Come on come on i have something to show you, close your eyes!" Cater just chuckled at your enthusiasm. You were ecstatic to show him what you had spent the last couple days planning hoping he would love it. As you crossed the threshold of the garden you began to turn around. "Alright! open the-" A gasp was torn from your lips. Cater, immediately concerned by this noise opened his eyes and what he saw made them widen.

It was a pretty extravagant birthday party set up... in shambles. A banner torn down, the table setting all messed up, food all over the ground. Flamingos everywhere. Ace and Deuce trying to wrangle the birds, Deuce borderline wrestling one. A fuming Riddle. And an exasperated Trey staring at a flamingo, standing on one leg, in the cake. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. All your hard work... all that planning and coordination... down the drain. What had gone wrong?...

When Adeuce both noticed you they called out your name in unison then proceeded to argue like children.

"Ace let all the flamingos out!!"

"I only meant to let one out!"

"Well look how that turned out!"

"I was just trying to invite Cater's favorite flamingo to his party!"

"That sounds so stupid Ace!"

Of course... Ace had caused the problem. Your heart was in your stomach, you felt sick. "I- I'm sorry Cay... it wasn't supposed to be like this... it was supposed to be perfect." You said sadly still in quite the state of shock.

"It is perfect." He responded.

"What? How is this perfect!?" You said dumbfounded still watching the chaos unfold in front of you.

"Idk.. but what i'm seeing looks pretty perfect to me~" He said turning your chin to look at him. Oh. He was looking at you. You flushed at his comment as he grabbed both your hands and looked into your eyes.

"The party looks... well looked I guess, like a slay. Knowing that you'd go through all that trouble for me means a lot. But~ I don't need a sick party to enjoy my birthday. I'd be perfectly happy to just spend it with just you~"

You smiled at his kind words. "Ok then, time for impromptu plan B!" You both laughed together. Cater taking out his phone and took a selfie of the both of you with the chaotic birthday party scene in the background. He chuckled at it before putting his phone away again.

"Yeah~ All I want for my birthday is you~. Let's go baby...." *You held each others hand as you walked away from the chaos. Cater smirked at you and finished his statement. "blue sunshine moonbeam of room temperature water in the spring." You rolled your eyes playfully at him. "Can you physically say a normal nickname?"

"Nope!" Cay-Cay responded popping the p in a very extra way. "But you love me anyway~"

"Yeah you're right I do. You're lucky you're so cute. Happy birthday Cater~" You told him placing a peck to his lips. He giggled. "Best. Birthday. Ever." He said punctuating each word with a kiss~.

~~~~~

My friend and I greet each other with those random nicknames and i thought it fit for Cater.

#kirs writing desk #twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twst fanfic #twst writing #cater diamond #twst cater #cater x you #cater x reader #twst x reader

[realityandrebirth]

Summary: Morro bakes what can generously be referred to as a "cake."

Warnings: none.

@morrotober

Morrotober: Day Seven

"Why is that on fire?" Nya said, walking into the room.

Morro rolled his eyes and opened a window to let the smoke out. "It's a candle. Happy birthday."

The fire spread to the bark and the stick flared up. Nya extinguished it with a burst of water and examined what remained of the cake. "Looks like shit," she said. "Was this supposed to be for me?"

"Who else's birthday is it?"

"Not mine? You're a week late." Nya picked up the questionably-edible cake and wrinkled her nose. "I'm not eating this."

Morro groaned and turned his back to her. "Come on," he grumbled while Nya opened the trash can. "Didn't your birthday suck?"

"Don't remind me." Nya dumped the cake and paused with the trash still open. "You did this 'cause my birthday went bad?"

"Sure. Maybe now you can have a laugh at me."

"Damn, you tried to do something nice for once?" Nya laughed. "That's kind of sweet, actually. Sorry you fucked up your cake."

"Your cake."

"I'm gonna be real, I wouldn't eat anything you made."

Morro huffed. "Whatever."

When Nya put her hand on his shoulder, it startled him so bad he went incorporeal and her hand fell through him. "Sorry," she said. "I appreciate the thought, seriously. It's pretty cool you wanted to try at all."

"So?"

"No, really. I never really tried, y'know? If I didn't get it right the first time, I gave up." Nya cracked a smile. "But I don't need comfort, Morro. Make the next cake for yourself."

"What?"

Nya shook her head and left the kitchen. Morro watched her go, then fished the soggy cake out of the trash. It tasted awful.

#morrotober #morrotober2022 #wojira duo #ninjago morro #ninjago nya #lego ninjago #ninjago #morro ninjago #nya ninjago

[stigmvtas]

KIRAN EKANSH SHETH — ABRIDGED.

welcome to marina, KIRAN EKANSH SHETH ( nonbinary, he/they ) ! they are a THIRTY FOUR year old who has lived over on HYLAND PARK for MOST OF THEIR LIFE and works as a PSYCHOLOGY/LITERATURE PROFESSOR. everyone says they look a lot like DEV PATEL. what do you think? — JAMES, 24, THEY/THEM, EST.

MENTIONS OF ARSON / FIRE, DEATH, CHRONIC PAIN ( FIBROMYALGIA / CHRONIC FATIGUE ), AND INJURY.

profile.

full name: kiran ekansh sheth.

birthday: june 9th, 1989.

astrology: gemini sun, virgo moon, libra ascending.

sexuality: bisexual.

currently listening to: i wanna be your dog by the stooges.

last known location: [[[cannot be found]]]

PINTEREST.

brief history.

born somewhere in connecticut, but their memories of the state are clouded and dense. born to parents who were happy, always smiling - an older brother, if kes can remember right, if they can still remember their little sister.

arson / fire / death; around the age of five, or maybe six - a mysterious fire took over their house, consuming everything in sight. and by some sort of sick miracle, he was the only one to make it out.

from there on - kes was a product of the foster system. for the next few years, it was them in group home to group home, never fully wanted, never fully belonging to anyone.

they're fostered out to a family in marina when they're ten, and the sheth household was the only household that stuck by kiran. he put up a fight for a while - never made it too easy on them, but they never gave up. by twelve, they officially adopted kes.

an angry kid whose fire barely extinguished - for a long time, even into teenhood, even when they drew into themselves and their endless amount of books.

eventually kes learned to turn the anger into passion, to do something better than mope around, or get into useless fights; started studying seriously, obsessively absorbing information.

after high school, they left to study at columbia, english and psychology; a waste of time for most people, maybe, but not kiran.

stayed in the city for a long while, moving tiny apartment to tiny apartment and surviving on the bare essentials - a mountain of both student and medical debt threatening to avalanche over them.

eventually moved back to marina after their masters, did a few research programs and their own independent studies before going for their doctorate at the local university. and after that - kes settled on becoming a professor. had bigger dreams, but life got in the way of it. and that's currently what they're doing now!

facts & temperaments.

regularly goes by kes, it's just their initials put together but it's almost preferred at this point.

fire / injury; was left with substantial burn scars from the house fire all those years ago, mostly hidden away by their clothes. they can be, at times, insecure about them. they prefer the lights off.

chronic pain / chronic illness / invisible illness; also a sufferer of the double whammy that is fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue syndrome. their flare-ups for fibromyalgia began when they were a late teenager, while their CFS started manifesting during their later college years. a lot of days are tolerable, but a lot are also unbearable. is at the point where they rely on a cane more often than not, even as a precaution.

a lot less angry than they were as a teenager - is too tired for it, maybe - but they still have a tendency to fixate on their chosen fields of study. is always learning, even after receiving their doctorate.

tends to be wary of strangers, or just people they don't know very well. will still be cordial, or even strike up a conversation if it suits them - but the wariness remains.

on the other hand - endlessly loyal to those who've stuck by them since childhood. treasures their friends deeply, would probably die for them even though half the time they make him want to rip his hair out.

tends to run more neutral - doesn't care for taking sides, though is naturally biased towards his friends and generally tolerates their shit more than anyone else. patience can wane a little thin towards others. tries to end arguments, not start them.

a little oblivious when others flirt with them - kes has spent so long focused on their schooling and then their career, that the idea of settling down has completely slipped their mind.

#––– ❛ kiran ekansh sheth 【 freak out in a moonage daydream / about. 】 #marina:intro #arson tw #fire tw #death tw #chronic pain tw #me: im going to create a golden retriever #also me: this is kes they r obv ripped from another famous werewolf and they hate! living probably #w/e they're both dogs... in a way... it works #im sure there's more to them bt i just wanted to get this intro OUT #expelled from my body like a demon

[wank127]

au where kaminari applied for the support course instead of the hero course, for whatever reason idk.

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-official charger and power bank

-him and mei make the weirdest shit and run into classes unannounced asking people to try them out and stuff

-like they burst into 1a in the middle of a lesson to give a powerpoint presentation on why they should be allowed to remake iron mans suit

-“you speak and i’ll do the cool transitions” “okay...but did you use curtains?” “oF COURSE I USED CURTAINS”

-has accidentally started 27(and counting) electrical fires in the workshop

-has a bunch of dumb little gadgets that he makes for minor inconveniences

-phone screen too bright? here, take these special sunglasses that you can adjust the brightness of

-makes friends with everyone in the hero course super easy

-has everyone’s measurements and favorite materials memorized incase they ever want something made

-makes little robots to prank people(*cough* teachers *cough*) with

-gets in trouble for scaring all might half to death(he had to go to recovery girl lol)

-helps 1a train with the support items he makes them sometimes

-everyone starts to realize ‘hey, he’s kinda good at this hero stuff’ and he goes to the joint training as a special guest along with shinsou

-unofficial member of 1a

-(omg my dog is leaning on my leg rn kehajjahs)

-trains with present mic like shinsou does with aizawa(loud blondes and they’re tired emo bf’s perhaps,,,) bc blondes need to stick together and he’s fascinated by his neck speaker thingy

-maybe, just maybe, joins the hero course with shinsou for second year

-everyone just has fun and enjoys being teenagers with only a few injuries from failed inventions and totally nothing else, the end.

part two: <3

#denki kaminari #denki #kaminari denki #kaminari #bnha #mha #seriously they gave him a fire extinguisher for his birthday #he also makes those little cookie robots from despicable me #shinkami #erasermic #only a little tho #like hardly hinted at

[emyluwinter]

You can swear at me for my words as much as you like.

And to tell the truth, I'm not insulting anyone. All the boys are amazing.

You can love everyone within the law.

When I saw Trey in the game, when there was the main plot of chapter 1.

My first thoughts were

"A wolf in sheep's clothing"

Seriously!! He "fascinates" with his "kindness and care", the fact that you see in him a mature reliable figure that you can rely on. *cough* a good desirable husband is a baker-cook with big strong hands *cough*

But he's just as calculating as Azul!

Trey in his cards, at least the ones that I could find with the translation, always started to benefit for himself.

Secretly.

He even said in a new birthday card that the Octavinelle dorm would suit him!!

No wonder that Cater is afraid of him. Ahaha. Man, what kind of shit from Trey have you seen in these three years?

All students before that - avoid even the thought of studying at Octavinelle.

Trey - very rapidly goes to Octavinelle with his ambitions and pies. Ahahaha.

Please don't imagine this guy in the uniform of this dorm. I can't give you a fire extinguisher. And you will definitely need it!!!

In addition, he is an NRC student, what did you want?

To make him a good-natured boy?~

Yeah, of course. If you go after a sheep, you'll run into a wolf. (No, not Jack)

There is a devil behind this good-natured sweet guy.~ And there was also a theory that Idia gave a letter to Trey (paper handwritten, very strange for such an electronic technician as Idia) in which he talked about some kind of conflict and asked for forgiveness.

This letter is on Deuce's dorm card in his groovy. It's hard to make it out, but the amazing fans did it!

Lilia's game nickname was also mentioned there.

So in addition to the light trio - tKalim Rook and Silver.

There is a trio of riddles for me - Trey, Idia and Lily because of this letter.

So that....there are still so many questions.

#disney twst #twst wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst spoilers #twst trey #trey clover #twst heartslabyul #twst thoughts

[unmaskedagain]

A wolf’s job

           Okay so I got this request from @ dark-chocolate-fudge-sweetracer . They more or less wanted me to write a OC/Kagami dating Au. They didn’t give me too much a prompt so I had a lot room to move. Normally, I would NEVER do an OC protagonist for a fanfic.  But the requester was really sweet about it so I thought WHY NOT. Lol. However, it did turned out that the one thing I dislike doing more than writing a sequel is writing an main protagonist OC. In fact I really struggled with it. So this will be the first and last time I do. 

Fair warning Adrien salt ahead

 He arrived on a Tuesday. It was an even bet at who was more surprised to see him. The class when they got to school and saw yet another new student in their class. Kagami, the last transfer student and his childhood friend, who he never told he was coming. Or perhaps even Reizo himself. He never expected to see his crush in his new class. He never expected her to be friends with the very people he had been sent to judge.

           His face turned bright red, “Hey!” Reizo smiled brightly. “What a surprise.”

           Kagami gave him an unimpressed stare that sent shivers through him. For a fifteen-year-old girl, she was really scary. “Quite so. Like you coming to Paris without informing me.”

           Ouch. Yeah, she was going to kill him. It wouldn’t be a nice death either. Before he could try to come up with a good excuse, one that was him admitting only being there to check the worthiness of the current Miraculous users, Kagami marched right passed him.

           Kagami and Reizo had been introduced through their parents who were work colleagues. Neither could remember when they actually met as they had been toddlers at the time but they had pretty much been a constant in each other’s life. And somewhere along the line, feelings developed. However, before anything could happened, Kagami moved to Paris.

           She was the main reason he had taken the mission from the council. The chance to see her in person instead of video chat. He missed her.

           She sat sit in the back with a bluenette he knew to be the hero Ladybug. The two were quickly joined by a pretty blond who sneered at the rest of the class.

As class began, the black hair, black eyed boy quickly realize something was… off. Wrong. The entire class seemed to be in a cold war; frequently glares were sent to the three girls in back. Said girls returned them with icy looks of their own.

Reizo would try his best not to get involved but he would make it clear where he stood; with Kagami. She was his oldest friend, his confidante, and (if he played his cards right) perhaps his future wife.

Throughout the day, the other students in class tried to pull him away from Kagami; swearing she and the other two girls (Marinette and Chloe were bullies.) Then it was Reizo’s turn to give out unimpressed looks.

After school, the young Yamato heir found himself fighting for his life. He had gone over to Kagami’s to apologize; though it was hard trying to explain that it never even crossed his mind to tell her he was coming to Paris. She knew he was a bit of airhead sometimes. Forgetful. Even more so when he had a task to do.

Though again, it wasn’t like he could tell her that the council of Guardians sent him to judge Ladybug and Chat Noir, both in and out of their masks, to determine if they were worthy to wield the two most powerful miraculous in existence. And to take them back, if he found that they were not.

The council had heard… rumors, and found they could no longer trust Master Fu’s word alone that he had chosen correctly.

Kagami seemed to accept his apology. He thought she forgave him, only to for Kagami to drag him to her training room, throw him a sword, and proceed to beat the crap out of him.

Normally, Reizo stood a much better chance. He had been training with a sword almost as long as Kagami had. It was a family tradition; one he came to adore as he grew older. One that resulted in him collected replica swords from movies; a lot of swords. Like a lot.

However, Kagami seemed to have rage fueling her every step. He never stood a chance. Mostly because she had always been a better swordsman than him. Partly because he was a little in awe at how battle just seemed to enhance her beauty.

After the fight, Reizo finally got ask the question that had been burning in the back of his mind all day, “What the hell is wrong with your class?”

           Kagami sighed, “They’re morons,” She said. “They have fallen under the thrall of a liar named Lila. She has made out to be villains because we refuse to be fooled like the rest. The other students, as a result, have exiled us.”

“Why don’t you tell everyone she’s lying?”

           She shook her head, “We have tried. They care not for the truth; only for the glitz, glamor, and promises Lila’s makes,” The Asian girl explained. “Marinette tried for the longest out of us all. However, eventually, even she conceded defeat. I’ve known her for almost three years, and it was the first time Marinette ever gave up on something. Or anyone.”

           Kagami went on to tell everything that she had witnessed since coming to Bustier’s class. The lies, the insults, the lack of having a proper teacher. She even revealed that she used have a crush on a kid in her Adrien.

           However, she was quick to add that the crush had faded quite some time ago.

           The class ending their friendships with Marinette happened around the same time that Marinette and Kagami’s crush on Adrien Agreste died. The blond had been upset that both girls kept saying Lila was lying and advised them on taking the high road. Kagami could see the situation for exactly what it was… Adrien didn’t want to risk ending up the same as Marinette; near friendless, ostracized, and all but public enemy number 1 to the rest of the class. He was a coward.

           The former rival in love, turned best friends, lost interest in the handsome blond boy quickly after that. As far as they were concerned Lila could have him.

           Nevertheless, Kagami still considered Marinette giving up as a dark day for Paris. Though she and Chloe both knew it was for the best. Marinette had been a bit naïve to the realities of the world. The cold realization that the betrayal from her friends had awoken something in the Bluenette. A fire that refused to be extinguished.

           No longer was Dupain-Cheng’s anyone doormat. Kagami had watched her best friend run herself ragged trying to help everyone with every little thing; always putting herself and her needs last. Marinette resigned as class president at the beginning of the year; saying she wanted to focus on the website she had launched for her designs. Free commissions were over. Marinette advised that they review her website for prices. She was sure to remind the new class president, Alya, that it was now the reporter’s duty to remember birthdays, organize trips, and fundraise. The free ride was over.

           The class had shrugged it off; not caring or realizing exactly what Marinette was saying. Until Rose needed a new dress and Marinette referred the blonde girl to her website. When she received glares, Marinette was quick to remind everyone she was now technically running her own business. She couldn’t give away anything for free.

           As days and weeks went on, he steered clear of the drama of the class which was hard to do as he chose to align himself with Kagami, Marinette, and Chloe. Still, Reizo was happy with his choice. He got to spend time with the girl of dreams. And he was pretty sure he ended up on something that might’ve been a triple date. Marinette with a handsome blond from another class named Felix Culpa. Chloe with a green haired boy named Luka.  Kagami and Reizo. They went to the movies, got ice cream, and the pairing seemed to drift away from each other as the “group outing” went on.

           However, it wasn’t until the day after the maybe date, when Reizo arrived to class, smiled at Kagami, who was in the process of being teased by Marinette and Chloe over something, and she blushed… That he thought maybe, just maybe, she liked him back.

Reizo paid close attention the actions of Adrien and Marinette. He used his own Miraculous a pair of cuff links that held a chubby grey Wolf Kwami named Pawz to watch the actions of Ladybug and Chat Noir from the shadow every time they fought. He recorded every fight and submitted it to the council. The videos left the elders with a lot of concerns. Mostly about Master Fu’s competency as guardian.

           Ladybug was great. She was strong. She was capable. She was smart. However, most importantly she took her role as protector of Paris seriously.

           Chat Noir, on the other hand, did not. He was rash and prone to jumping into situation (sometimes while Ladybug was trying to come up with a plan.) He clearly needed a class on sexual harassment in the work place. Most of the time he acted like a spoiled brat when Ladybug didn’t return his advances.

            Reizo’s job was to only observe, provide evidence to the council, and cast judgement.

           However, there was only so far he could be pushed.

           He had been watching Ladybug fight a particularly nasty and powerful akuma. He had waited for Chat Noir to appear; and waited, and waited. When he finally showed, both Reizo and Ladybug breathed a sigh of relief.

           …Until Chat Noir literally laid down on a roof instead of joining the fight. Ladybug begged for help. Chat Noir mentioned something about her missing their date, and that he wouldn’t help until she apologized.

“I never agreed to the date,” Ladybug said. “I don’t like you like that, Chat. I told you.”

           Chat glared, “You refusing to admit your feelings has gone too far,” He said. “Until you do, you can save Paris by yourself!” Then he was gone.

           That was the last straw.

           Reizo charged at the Akuma with all his might; knocking it off balance and allowing Ladybug a chance to swing away from danger. The two hero fought side by side with ease. When they finally defeated the monster, Ladybug looked at the wolf-themed hero curiously.

“Who are you?” She asked the new masked hero.

“Shadow,” He answered. “The council of Guardian sent me to review the chosen wielders of the miraculous to determine their worthiness.”

           Ladybug nodded. Fu had warned her that the council had taken an interest in the Parisian heroes. Eventually, he said, they would send someone to test them.

“The Council has made their decision,” He said. “You have proven yourself worthy, and will be given guardian training this summer.”

           A happy looked appeared on the heroine’s face.

Shadow gave her a hard look, “Tell Master Fu that Chat Noir will be stripped of his miraculous. Please advise the guardian to ready himself to explain exactly why he thought Adrien Agreste was a good choice.”

#ml salt #adrien salt #marinette dupain cheng

[alison-anonymous]

♡ first "i love you" | t.l.

This amazing little demon boy doesn't get written about enough, so imma just fix that😘❤ also, this is my first headcanon, so I'm so sorry if it sucks😢😂

Warnings - ANGST, buncha fluff at the end, poor heartbroken/pissed Tom

Tom Lucitor Headcanon - First "I Love You"

First "I Love You" with Tom...

♡ it legit all started with a party, courtesy of Star, of course. It was supposed to be a birthday party on your behalf, but of course, Star messed up the date so it was two weeks before your actually birthday.

♡ it wasn't that big of a party, just you, Star, Marco, Pony Head, Tom, Janna, and Kelly, along with a couple other friends and creatures (some you didn't even know).

♡ the party had began with you showing up slightly late because it had just started storming outside, and Pony Head had demanded that you bring along some of the best alcohol so she could "try some", but you knew there was more to it than that.

♡ obviously you brought some anyway

♡ it was a horrible mistake😂

♡ once you made it through the doors you were soaking wet, holding a case of beer in your hand and a useless umbrella in the other. It didn't take long for your friends to start off the party with a friendly game of Never Have I Ever. Of course, Star made you sit next to Tom, whom you had a majorly embarrassing crush on😘

♡ you were sitting so close to each other that your knees were touching the entire time. Face as red as a tomato the entire time, and you couldn't seem to stop stuttering from how close you were to the demon prince. Something about even just being near him gave you shivers.

♡ as the rounds went on, you all began to drink for every point you lost. And let's just say, you all got pretty drunk! Except for Tom, who seemed to have a strange tolerance for the burning liquid.

♡ you, being in your drunken state, at one point leaned your head against his shoulder and heaved out a big sigh, breathing in his scent. He had froze at first from the sudden contact, and the two of you were immune to the giggles around you and the shipping coming from Star. He relaxed and allowed you to lean in closer, stiffening slightly to support you so you didn't slump over.

♡ you didn't even remember when you mumbled low enough so only he could hear, "you smell amazing"

♡ to which he let out a small chuckle and glanced around to make sure no one was watching before casually reaching over to tuck a loose strand of your hair that had fallen into your eyes back behind your ear. "Thank you"

♡ if it were even possible, you turned an even brighter shade of red as the group decided that they were all drunk enough to switch to Truth or Dare. You got to ask the question first.

♡ "Marcoo," you drawled, feeling your senses leave you defenseless as the room grew a fuzzy. You definitely weren't good with alcohol. You almost tipped over from your lack of balance, but lucky Tom snaked his arm around your waist to support you once again. Feeling his warmth pressed against your skin sent shivers down your spine and sent the butterflies soaring inside your stomach. Getting a certain glitter in your eyes, you proceeded, "truth or dare?"

♡ "uuuhhh" he lolled to one side, accidentally smacking Pony Head in the neck as she floated sideways from the alcohol. "Truth!"

♡ "oooh okay," you giggled, tapping your lip as you snuggled in closer to Tom's side, loving the feeling of his arm around you a little too much than a friend would. Finally, the perfect question popped into your brain.

♡ "are you secretly in love with Star?"

♡ Marco let out an exaggerated gasp and placed a hand over his heart, almost causing himself to fall over. "Me??"

♡ but don't think no one noticed the way that he glanced longingly over at Star as she was drunkenly obsessing over one of the laser puppies for simply walking. A look of pure love was set in his eyes. A look that you wished a certain someone would look at you with...

♡ only you were too focused on Marco to realize that Tom was indeed staring down at you rather than at the Starco ship about to sail before you.

♡ "permission to knock myself out so I don't have to answer?" He questioned, looking at you with complete seriousness.

♡ "permission denied, you walnut. Now spill!"

♡ "fineeee," he ughed, collapsing onto the floor and covering his red face with his hands. You could already tell his heart was racing as Star finally returned back to the group, getting a repetition of the question from a very drunk Pony Head. Her eyes suddenly softened, and for a moment, you could swear she was suddenly sober.

♡ "yes."

♡ and then there was nothing but screaming shippers for quite some time. You'll admit, you did get in on that screaming session a bit as Starco finally was about to sail. After that, a couple more rounds passed (Kelly was dared to pee in an empty alcohol bottle, Pony Head to scream that she was pregnant at the guards, and Tom was dared to have you sit on his lap for the remainder of the game). You weren't complaining at all, to be honest. He had his arms wrapped firmly around your waist as you had your back pressed to his chest, your drunken self completely forgetting that just about everyone in the room knew about your crush on Tom except perhaps the demon himself.

♡ and while Marco definitely was going to thank you later, he wasn't done with revenge yet.

♡ so once it was finally his turn, he turned to you with a smirk on his face and once you said truth, he posed the question that would change your life. All of your friends looked like they were on the edge of their seat, awaiting to see if another ship would sail tonight.

♡ "who are you in love with?"

♡ in your brain, dozens of images of Tom flashed behind your eyes. All of the times that he was there for you, all of the times your hands accidentally brushed, all of the sparks that you felt and were still feeling whenever you touched, the way that you longed to know what it felt like to kiss him, to call him yours... how badly you wanted to tell him how you felt and how you kept it locked away because you feared that he still loved Star. You wanted to get to slow dance with him, to get to cuddle whenever you wanted, to drape your arms around his neck and pull him close to you when he was angry to calm him down, you wanted to be the reason he was a changed man. You wanted him to be yours. Because you were in love with Tom. Every inch of him, every aspect, every flaw, every temper tantrum, you loved him. It was you, you thought to yourself, picturing him perfectly in your mind even though you were sitting on his lap.

♡ it was always you.

♡ you felt Tom stiffen as soon as the question left Marco's mouth, but you had ignored it when you were lost in thought. Now, remember that your brain was very fuzzy and your decision making skills were slightly impaired and your balance was off and things just weren't making much fucking sense when you looked directly at Marco and said, without hesitation -

♡ "you"

♡ the room grew dead silent

♡ Marco and you were probably the most confused of all as he stared at you with furrowed brows, recalling all of the times that you had gushed and cried to him about Tom. You were confused because, in your mind, it had made perfect sense who you were talking about.

♡ and then Tom fucking SNAPPED

♡ he gently slid you off his lap, even though you could tell he was pissed, and raised to his feet, all eyes on him, trying to surpress the rage that was boiling inside of him.

♡ you know Tom, it didn't work too well

♡ he was suddenly enveloped in fire, levitating slightly off of the floor, eyes a hot luminescent shade and a scowl embedded deep in his lips as he stared at you and Marco in pure hatred. His scowl faltered for a minute and for a second, just for a second, you saw a heartbroken gaze casted in your direction.

♡ and that was when your intoxicated brain finally put the pieces together

♡ "T-Tom," you stuttered. Struggling to raise yourself to your feet, you tried to reach out to him, but his burning with hatred body wrenched itself away from you, like he was repelled by you.

♡ you weren't quite sure who was more heartbroken here as you watched him snarl at you, "Liar"

♡ "Tom, you don't understand, I mean-"

♡ but the second you saw a lone tear slide down his cheek, he was gone, flying out the doors and out into the storm that was falling down hard outside. Thunder growled above and lightning shattered across the sky. Turning to your silent and very confused circle of friends, you placed a hand on your forehead and felt the tears begin to pool.

♡ "i-i didn't mean you, Marco. I meant him," you croaked, turning to the open doors. Just as the realization was setting in for your friends, you decided to race out after the love of your life before he got away.

♡ you should have paid more attention during health class when they were talking about the effects being drunk has on your body

♡ you were like a fricking octopus with your flailing arms and wet mop of hair as the rain cooled down your sore and hot body, making your clothes stick to your skin and your hair slump against your scalp. But that wasn't the important part. Trying to find Tom in your hazy vision was the important part. And it didn't help that rain kept making the fluffy trees look like floating bushes.

♡ "Tom!" You screamed. Tears began streaming down your cheeks once you finally caught sight of his retreating figure, standing eerily still in the middle of the rain. It had probably extinguished his flames, for he wasn't on fire anymore. Practically falling over yourself, you did the best you could to race to his side and literally did fall over, crumbling down onto the muddy ground below you.

♡ Tom's expression flickered from rage to concern, but he forced the rage switch back on as he refused to look at you, beginning to walk away from you as you helped yourself up. Before he could get away again, you quickly wrapped your hand around his arm and used what little strength you had to whirl him around to face you

♡ you must've pulled a little too hard because your foreheads touched from the impact right as your eyes met... and you were about to lose yourself in his beautiful red irises before he suddenly lurched himself away from you and snarled at you, his eyes turning red hot once again.

♡ "don't touch me" he snarled, a look of pure heartbreak written across his features. You felt your heart nearly shatter. He tried to walk away again, but you once again grabbed ahold of his arm

♡ "y/n, don't do this," his voice was suddenly pleading, though he refused to look at you, his tone wasn't the demonic rage-filled one anymore. Instead it was... pained and soft.

♡ "Tom, please, I screwed up, I didn't mean to say Marco," you bit your lip so hard you could almost taste blood. Tom pulled away from you once again, only this time, he stayed. Finally casting his gaze towards you, you saw the faint tear streaks on his cheeks and the angry fire still flashing through his eyes.

♡ "explain" he demanded.

♡ shivering slightly from the chilled rain, you took a deep breath and attempted to think before you spoke. But that's overrated, so you just let your drunk self take the reins for a bit.

♡ "when I said you, I meant YOU, Tom"

♡ his eyes went wide

♡ you continued before he could interrupt, "it was and always will be you Tom. I've been in love with you for so long that I've lost track of the days. I've wanted to be with you so badly and tell you how I feel but I've held it in because I was afraid you didn't love me back, that you still loved Star. But...

♡ "I love you, Tom"

♡ at that very moment, he completely melted inside. Because little did you know, he too had been in love with you for so long, and in even more love with you than he could ever have imagined being with Star. You were everything to him, and he never wanted anyone else to have you. Which was why he was so pissed when he heard what you said. His eyes softened as he watched you stutter in the rain, shivering slightly. He must have forgotten to say something because your anxious self kept talking

♡ "I take your silence as a no... I completely understand if you're totally in love with someone else, especially Star, I know I'm weird an-"

♡ "I love you too."

♡ now it was your turn to freeze. Staring at him, it seemed that you were basically frozen in place as he shrugged off his jacket and stepped closer to you, wrapping it around your shoulders and letting his hands linger on your arms a little longer than necessary

♡ you couldn't look away from his eyes, your heartbeat racing and the butterflies screaming as he smiled softly down at you. You managed to grip onto the sleeves of his jacket and wrapped it tighter around you as you finally broke the anticipating silence

♡ "w-wait, what?"

♡ he playfully rolled his three eyes, and smirked down at you, the fire in his eyes dancing. He took another step closer to you, closing the distance greatly to the point where your noses were only inches apart.

♡ you could feel his warmth radiating off of him as your knees went weak. Almost stumbling, he snaked one arm around your waist and kept the other up by your neck to help you stay upright. A smirk floated across his lips as he chuckled at the starstruck state he had you in.

♡ "do you need me to show you what I mean?" He whispered against your lips.

♡ you were internally gasping for breath from the air you had been unknowingly holding in. Finally exhaling, you felt your eyelids go heavy as you subconsciously nodded.

♡ with the rain pounding down on the ground and your bodies, you watched through half lidded eyes as Tom slowly leaned in closer... and closer...

♡ until his lips locked onto yours

♡ and omg the sparks between you two could've killed a power grid

♡ like damn

♡ the sign standing a few feet away from you two burst into flames from you-know-who😉😉

♡ but let's just say that it was the most amazing kiss in the rain that you had ever had. And there are many more to come with Tom, I'll just tell you that😂

♡ but you had finally gotten Tom!

♡ the alcohol just helped a little ♡

♡ a.a.

#tom lucitor imagines #tom lucitor #tom lucitor x reader #svtfoe #star vs the forces of evil #starco #star butterfly #marco diaz #headcanon

[darkhymns-fic]

The Cutest Maid for Me

After suffering a humiliating fishing defeat, Estelle needed some cheering up. And Joshua only knew one way he could do that, no matter that it was a little embarrassing... 

Fandom: Trails in the Sky/Sora no Kiseki Characters/Pairing: Estelle Bright/Joshua Bright Rating: G Mirror Link: AO3 Notes: Written for @taco-night-frenzy​ who I love dearly. It was her birthday yesterday! So here’s a gift of Trails! (Estelle is very fun).

The road to mastery was never easy. It was full of hardship, doubts and sometimes even pain. But Estelle had known her share of all of that – and she would achieve all she could despite whatever setbacks would come her way.

She threw out her fishing line with an expert flick, grinning in satisfaction when the hook made a soft plunk! as it bobbed onto the lake’s surface. “Ha! Beat that, Lloyd!”

The man standing next to Estelle on the dock, an expert fisherman that she had run into more times than she could count, rubbed his chin. His bushy moustache caught the sun's rays, burnishing it with a deep azure. “Hmm…impressive. You have a good wrist there. Nice arc on the line, and the bait is reaching deep enough into the water but not too much.”

“Heh,” Estelle huffed out with a smirk, one hand on her hip as she held the fishing pole in the other. She was already a master after all. The Fisherman’s Guild had recognized her talents long ago! But it seemed that one of their members wanted to put her to the test still.

Valleria Lake was no stranger to Estelle or to Lloyd. It was here where they had met each other long ago, back when Estelle had been a much lower-rank Bracer, and when Lloyd was just another regular fisherman. The Kingfisher Inn had been on the way for her and Joshua’s travels, and they had decided to rent out a room there, happy with some of the memories it brought them, as well as their much needed rest from so much traveling across Zemuria.

It seemed to be fate that she and Lloyd would meet again here at this very same place.

“Flattery isn’t going to save you.” With a turn to the fisherman, Estelle Bright, B rank Bracer and Legendary Angler, tried to give the man some hope. “But it has been a while since I seriously fished. Currently out doing my Bracer duty and all. Takes up my time a lot.”

Lloyd nodded, taking in her words with the utmost solemnity. “I apologize for interrupting you with this Angler’s Duel. It brings me back to when you were only a rookie… To see how far you’ve come!”

Estelle was not only the best at being a Bracer and being a fisher, but also at humbleness. She was humble as hell! Estelle started to laugh good-naturedly, to show off more of that humble nature of hers! “I’ve grown up! And I’ve learned plenty along the way!”

The last time she and Lloyd had dueled, she had been more hesitant, a bit greener around the gills as it were. (That was a fishing pun! She knew these things now because she was a fisher). But after all her experiences and finally finding Joshua, Estelle was confident, and of course much stronger. As proof, she was already feeling a nibble on her line! But she restrained from going ahead and reeling it in just yet. With that same smirk, she let the catch slip away, the ripples of its escape dancing across the water’s surface.

Lloyd was understandably confused. “Why didn’t you go and catch it? You had it!”

“It was just a small-fry. I’m here to get bigger game.” Estelle turned back to Lloyd with her most humble grin. “And I wanted to give you a head-start! Now you should show me what you’ve learned over this last year!”

Estelle may have also felt a bit competitive lately. Joshua would rarely fish with her as it was, even now! Maybe Lloyd would give her a challenge that she’d been lacking!

On their last duel, Lloyd had been fired up as they competed, but he had also floundered (another pun!), missing multiple catches in a row, allowing Estelle to claim sweet victory. But even if he had improved, she knew she could be better.

Lloyd stared hard at the lake, still rubbing his chin, his moustache absolutely brimming with energy. It was amazing how little the fisherman had changed at all for the past year. He even wore the exact same clothes! She recognized that green jacket, his leather belt, those brown pants…were those even the same shoes?

“Fair warning, Estelle. While you’ve been busy…I’ve been honing my own skills!” And there it was, that fiery look in the man’s eyes, that drive to fish to the max! At first, Estelle thought these fisher guys were a little weird, but she understood completely now.

“Then show me what you got!” she goaded on with a laugh. No matter that she let her line sink a bit into the water, that her form was more relaxed. She had this!

“Gladly!” That was when Lloyd went to his side of the pier, walked over to the fishing rack with multiple rods placed alongside each other…

…and pulled out two of them. Both of them crafted to perfection, their wood carefully polished, and their lures as bright as any scrumptious bait that the fish would be hungering for.

“My double fishing technique is going to leave you out to dry!” Lloyd stated proudly. “You’ll have to catch up to me now!”

Estelle blinked, her humble grin completely wiped from her face. “Wait…wait, two? You can have two? Isn’t that against the rules?” The Fisherman’s Guild had rules, didn’t it?

“This is an advanced technique proposed by Mister Fisher himself!” Lloyd waggled his thick mustache in pride, then whipped out both rods towards the giant lake. “Hiyaaaa!”

Estelle had not been prepared for this at all. She floundered (no!!) with her own fishing pole, just able to grab at it before it fell into the water. She then turned to Lloyd with a grimace. “I’ve been away from the Guild for over a year! I didn’t get any news about using double fishing rods!” Was Lloyd trying to trick her? It would make sense, as it would be the only way to beat her…

Lloyd faced the lake with that same fire in his eyes, one fishing rod in each hand. Already the lines were pulling on both! So fast!

“Better not just stand there gawking now!” Lloyd said. “Or I’ll be winning this duel in style!”

“How can you fish with two fishing rods!? How are you even going to reel them in? It makes no sense!” It would be like if Estelle used two staffs instead of one! Their weight would hinder her and would make it harder to do her moves! Sure, Joshua used two swords to fight but swords were different and he was always weird about stuff like that anyway…

Lloyd though, seemed to have no trouble with his catch. With another triumphant shout, he stepped back on the pier, and pulled on both rods with a flourish. The water, from where the lures were descended into, burst upwards in a glorious array of colors. The sun caught the droplets, fell onto Lloyd’s hair and moustache, all as the fishing lines curled around him, as if they were a part of him...

From both hooks hung two wiggling basses. Lloyd stood tall. “Now see if you can beat that! I gave it my all, and now got my all twice-over!”

Estelle blinked. “Muh? But those are just- argh! Never mind! You’re on, buster!” She took her fishing rod in both hands, gripping it as she would with her staff, and readied herself for her next move.

She wasn’t going to lose!

It was only an hour later before the door to Joshua’s and Estelle’s room in the Kingfisher Inn opened so forlornly that Joshua had barely noticed it at first. Except well, that wasn’t entirely true. Trained to be a hyperaware killing machine, he noticed it right away actually. It was just…it had opened so pathetically he didn’t even feel he had to be on his guard.

And going by the soft footsteps, Joshua had already known who it was.

“Is everything alright, Estelle?” he asked. Seated at a small table next to the window, he closed the book he had been reading. The fascinating history between the exotic fruit traders of the Calvard Republic and the Erbonian Empire would have to wait. “I was getting worried.”

Estelle’s position was so slouched, she might as well have been dragging her head across the floor. As it was though, it was mostly her twin ponytails, probably catching every piece of dirt and lint on the way. “Joshua…”

He got up, now overly concerned. Eyes hard, he knelt before Estelle, grasping her shoulders. “Did you get hurt?” Was it the agents of Ouroboros? Or had Estelle found Renne but couldn’t get her back? “Tell me what happened.”

She collapsed to the floor, knees tucked underneath her. It seemed that all of her previous zest for life had completely left her. How could someone extinguish her light so easily? “…Joshua…”

He gripped her shoulders tighter. “Estelle…please tell me.”

She finally raised her eyes to him, on the verge of tears. “I…I lost!”

“Lost what? Did you…?” So she must have found Renne then. Estelle would feel so guilty at losing her already-

“The Angler’s Duel! I lost!” Estelle’s once broken voice was then tinged with disbelief, a pout in her tone that Joshua could recognize anywhere.

“…You lost a duel?” Joshua questioned, then sighed. The fire in his amber eyes cooled instantly. “Is this just about fishing?”

“It’s not just that!” Estelle than stood up, leaving his hold. “I didn’t just lose a fishing duel! I lost my reputation!” With a frustrated groan, she sat on the bed, muttering under her breath. “Stupid…two rods…not even fair…”

Joshua got up from the floor as well. At least it hadn’t been anything too serious. “You’ll get over it. Why don’t you have something to eat at least?”

“I’m not even hungry!” Estelle whined, obviously lying but Joshua would let her ride that anger out until her stomach started growling at any moment. “I just wanna sleep and forget it all…Leave me to wallow in my shame…” With another sigh, Estelle let herself fall backwards onto the bed to finally sleep away her defeat at the hands of Lloyd, already feeling drowsy while halfway to the pillow…

“Estelle, watch out!”

Bam!

“Owww!!” Estelle sat up instantly, clutching the back of her head in pain. The metal rim of the bed’s headboard had a nice big dent from where her skull had collided into it at full speed. “Why was that even there?!”

“We’ve been sleeping in this bed for the past few nights, you should already know by now…” Joshua sat next to her, massaging the back of her head with his hands. “There, there…”

“Waaa…what if my skull is broken?”

“It’s not broken.” Joshua gave her head a gentle pat. “You’ve got the thickest skull in all of Zemuria.”

“…You’re not that great at comforting, you know.”

“I know.”

As Joshua rubbed that forming bump on Estelle’s head (wouldn’t be the first time either), he could feel Estelle beginning to wind down from earlier. “Since when do you want to skip out on dinner? Come on, we can get you something from the downstairs kitchen.”

And for a moment, Estelle looked as if she would listen. It would be nice just to eat together, especially after all of their hard traveling throughout the continent, searching for any traces of Renne where they could. This familiar inn by Valleria Lake was supposed to be their moment of rest, and he was going to make sure Estelle got that.

She gazed up at him, that bump on her head almost like a halo with the way it framed her…It was really that big. Maybe Joshua needed to get Estelle to a doctor…

“Hey, Joshua…You know what would make me happy?” Estelle said, interrupting his thoughts. Her eyes were as bright as the sun, the same sun that had shone through his seemingly everlasting darkness.

He knew exactly what she was asking for then.

Joshua lowered his eyelids halfway, distant and empty of all meaning. His hands slid from her head, hanging now from his sides. “No.”

“Come onnn!” Estelle placed her fists underneath her chin, as excited as a kid who just caught a gigantic, wriggling, completely disgusting beetle in her bare hands. “It’ll be great!”

“I can’t keep doing this for you every time you get sad, Estelle.”

“But I’m injured! Look!” She ducked her head, showcasing more of that bump that poked through her hair. “Looook!!”

“I’m looking! Now please stop!” Joshua lost his cool demeanor. With Estelle, he could barely keep it up for very long. “…Do I really have to do this for you?”

“But you like it too, Joshua!”

He sighed in long-suffering defeat. Joshua knew when to pick his battles, and with Estelle, there was just no winning. Not when she looked at him like that. “Fine. Give me a minute then.”

“Yay!” Estelle reached out to hug him, her pain of past losses (and actual pain) already leaving her so quickly. “You’re the best!”

“I’m only wearing it for a little while! I don’t want anyone seeing it…” With that proclamation, Joshua went to the window and pulled the curtains closed. The sun outside was shut out, with no more view of the grand lake.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed, Joshua! It looks good on you!”

Joshua could control every action of his body – even down to the very core temperature. But not when it came to Estelle. He was weak to everything she threw at him; from puppy dog eyes to the multiple bugs she had literally thrown at his face. He could already feel his face burning a bright red. “Estelle, come on…”

She was grinning, already looking very excited, and he couldn’t let her down. Not after everything she did for him.

“…Don’t take pictures this time,” Joshua said before he went to an extra room in the back, quickly pulling out a dark garment from one of their packs. “I mean it.”

“Oh fiiine,” Estelle said, but she was still smiling just before he turned away to change.

She really had him wrapped around her finger, didn’t she?

Even though only a few minutes passed, Estelle easily got impatient. Even more so now with the throbbing on her head. That bump really hurt! These beds were clearly a safety hazard. The Kingfisher Inn needed to get their standards up for sure! But she would fulfill her Bracer duties later on. Right now, she only wanted one thing!

“Joshua!” Estelle yelled. She had gone to seat herself at the table, pushing whatever book was on there more to the side, more away from her. (She had looked through it earlier and saw no pictures, so it wasn’t that important anyway).

“Hold on!” She heard Joshua call from the back. “This isn’t the easiest thing to put on…”

“I can help!” she said ecstatically. “Want me to help?”

“No!”

“Aw…”

But Joshua didn’t keep her waiting long. Finally the door to the back room opened. Estelle was practically vibrating on her seat, her twin ponytails nearly perked up the same way animal ears tended to do…

“Uh, are…you sure you’re alright?” Joshua asked. He pressed down on the front of the maid’s dress, looking shy as he did so. The material was pitch black, decorated with white frills alongside its sleeves and the hem, which was outfitted with a white apron on the front. He looked exactly like how he did back at Grancel Castle when they had to be in disguise, only lacking the long-haired wig he had worn last time. But it didn’t detract from his presentation at all. “That bump on your head looks like it’s getting bigger.”

Estelle waved away any health concerns. “Psh, I’m fine! I’m better than ever!” She was too busy looking over at Joshua in his maid’s uniform, complete with the white cap. “I just need my maid to serve me my food!”

Joshua closed his eyes, and in his arms brought up a picnic basket that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. “Of course…Lady Estelle…”

“Hehe, yeah!” She pumped her fist in the air. This was great!

“But seriously, I’m not even sure how you were able to keep these maid outfits at all.” He looked down again at what he wore, down to the prim stockings and shining shoes with the heels just a tad too high for him. “These are supposed to only belong to Grancel Castle.”

“It’s a secret technique!” Estelle said with a wink, careful to not let slip the fact that the simple act of asking the other maids for spare clothes had been the solution. But she was too busy staring hard at pretty Joshua and the food he carried just for her! When he dared to walk closer to her, she then tugged on the hem Joshua’s dress, pulling him nearer. “C’mere!”

“Estelle, stop! I’m gonna trip!” Joshua complained, still struggling with the stockings he had put on. But despite being expertly trained ever since at a young age, he apparently could not sidestep quick enough to avoid landing right in Estelle’s lap, picnic basket bouncing over his knees.

“Hehe, got you just where I want ya!” she said gleefully. “Remember to feed me!”

“Well, can you at least hold still?” Despite his complaints, his voice had been soft, and his actions even more demure. He reached into the picnic basket he still held onto…and pulled out a big steak and cheese sandwich that honestly didn’t look to be fit for human consumption.

“You even got me my favorite!” Estelle purred, squeezing Joshua to her chest. “Thank you, thank you!”

“It’s kinda hard to feed you when you’re holding onto me tight…” Joshua was able to free himself from her arms, then held up the big sandwich to her, trying to not let any of the condiments fall out of its loose hold. “Uh, dig in?”

Something about this meant something much more to Estelle than just satisfying her hunger (although that was a big plus).

When they had been in small town, seeming so long ago, Estelle had felt so content seated next to Joshua on the bench, eating the freshly-prepared sandwiches they had gotten earlier from the market. She hadn’t realized the extent of her feelings then, even as she caught the soft catch of the light reflected in Joshua’s eyes, memories caught in amber. Because Joshua knew and remembered so much, more than she had been able to. Unlike her, he had always known.

She had got to be so up-close to him as she force-fed him their food, something about that moment engraving itself into her very heart. She wanted it to stay locked their forever.

Joshua still had those same eyes, though accompanied by a gentle blush on his cheeks. He looked away, towards the floorboards that connected to the far-right wall of their room. “Why are you staring so much, Estelle?”

Even his voice could always take away her breath so easily, but she was able to stay upright, to stay in control (even if her head still felt a little woozy), all while carrying the boy she loved in her lap. “Because I want to! Do you not like it?”

“I mean if you’re thinking weird things about me, then maybe.”

That only served to tickle Estelle, swinging her legs all excitedly as she continued to hold Joshua. “Not that weird! Maybe a little!” And before he could question it, Estelle could no longer resist. She took a huge chomp right out of the sandwich Joshua held out to her, leaning forward enough to catch the look of utter surprise on his face. It was even cuter when he was in the maid outfit!

“Ow! Estelle, you just bit my fingers!”

“Mmph? Somphy!” Estelle apologized through a muffled mouth. The sandwich was still good though!

“It’s…fine…” Joshua sighed again, but he hadn’t shifted from her lap. He continued holding the sandwich, closing his eyes, trying his best to stay peaceful. “I’m getting used to it.”

“I didn’t bite that hard this time!” Estelle said after swallowing her food. “Give me another! And don’t we have some cookies in there too?”

The time passed peacefully, for Estelle at least. After already scarfing down the sandwich and only biting at Joshua’s fingers two more times, they both started to share some chocolate chip cookies. Estelle felt like she was flying high in an airship, eating scrumptious cookies right out of Joshua’s hand. And she was more careful with her teeth this time!

After a while, Joshua looked to be at more ease, but every so often, he’d stare at Estelle, looking ready to speak but then pressing his lips together firmly. After about the fifth time, she had to ask him about that.

“What’s wrong, Joshua?” she said, spilling crumbs from her mouth. “Is the dress too tight?”

“It…Well, kinda.” He shook his head, all while brushing aside the crumbs to keep Estelle from making a mess. “Just, you haven’t really ever explained why you keep wanting me to wear this.”

“Hm, why not though? It’s fun!” Estelle’s face glowed with pride. “Is it because I can’t match with you? Maybe next time I can buy a pair!”

“It’s not that… And, you didn’t really answer my question.” Here, Joshua acted a bit more serious, or as serious as he could, still perched on Estelle’s lap. “Can you please tell me?”

It made Estelle think for a moment, even as she continued to chew on her cookie. It did give her a moment to think on it, and after a while, a soft smile broke through.

“I just think it’s nice…Because, well, maybe you haven’t noticed, but usually you’re the one that gets me all flustered instead.” Estelle’s cheeks brightened at the mention of it, remembering all those times when Joshua would nearly leave her speechless, turning all her thoughts into mush. “I’m so weak when I’m with you…like, in a good way, but still..”

She reached to take one of his hands with her, raising up her gaze to meet his eyes. “And now look at you! You’re like putty in my hands! Or my lap, I guess. And I like that. I like that I know that I can affect you the same way. It makes me feel even closer to you.”

Joshua was quiet as she spoke, still sitting quite easily on her lap, hands clasped together neatly as Estelle held on. He was really pulling off this look well. “Estelle…”

The wolfish grin she sported should have warned him then. She leaned in for a quick kiss on his cheek. “There!”

Stammering, blushing, and all around red in the face, Joshua was the complete opposite of his usual calm self. “E-Estelle!”

“What? You do that to me plenty!” To demonstrate further, Estelle leaned in to kiss Joshua’s other cheek, tapping her Stregas on the floor as she did so. “See?”

“I’m…not used to this…” he admitted. “And without the wig, I just look stupid. I really don’t understand how you like this.”

Estelle tilted her head, then shrugged. “I dunno. I just do! You look cute!” She poked at his sides then. “And so shy too!”

“Y-you know I’m ticklish there!”

“Yeah, exactly!” And she kept going, kept tickling to Joshua’s protests before she started to slow down slightly. “But maybe…stop spinning around so much, you know…”

“Estelle?”

“Ehe…” With her goofy grin, Estelle leaned in once more, looking like she was about to kiss him on the lips right then and there. Not that they haven’t already. Joshua had even been the one to take her first kiss too. But now it seemed like she would do the same almost…

Of course Estelle ended up falling backwards on the floor, bringing Joshua down with her.

His reflexes came in time to get him moving, to get to his feet and grab Estelle before she would hit her head against the floor. “Hey! What’s wrong?” he asked, genuine worry in his voice, his dark locks frayed about his head as he looked at her with concern.

“…I may or may not have a concussion,” Estelle said with a lazy wink. “Hehe…”

“Estelle, that’s not funny! We need to get you to a doctor. There should be one in town.” Joshua went to carry her up in his arms with a groan. As he cradled her head, carefully keeping it level, he looked at with her with maid-like disapproval. “You’re so troublesome sometimes…”

“I’m not troublesome…I’m Estelle!” She shook her head, her smile just a bit lop-sided. “Maybe it’s you that needs a doctor instead…”

“Alright, sure. Come along, Miss Troublesome.” Joshua headed straight for the door to their room, reaching to unlock it. “Try not to fall asleep, okay?”

“Hey…you’re still wearing the maid’s dress, you know?” she pointed out, even as the room was definitely getting all spinny now. “Thought you didn’t want people to see…”

“We shouldn’t waste any time. You need to get checked up.” But she saw that blush on his cheeks, even as he tried to play himself off as the cool Joshua Bright that she knew since childhood. “And it’s not so bad anyway…can move pretty freely in this.”

Estelle could feel the smile on her face. Maybe it was too wide and manic if she went from Joshua’s worried expression, but it didn’t matter. She laid her head against his shoulder, knowing that no matter what, he would always be there for her.

#trails in the sky #sora no kiseki #joshua bright #estelle bright #fanfiction #one shot

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Tracy's In The Pool Series III - Green Party

Soooooo...today is my man Virgil's Birthday! (I was hoping to post this at midnight but Tumblr didn't let me.) In honour of my man's birthday, me and bro thought about a funny idea to celebrate this day with him. (Here today is also national holiday, here called Ferragosto, so we celebrate double lol) He was very proud of this masterpiece and wanted to gift it to my man! I really hope he likes it lmao

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"And so today is your birthday, son." Jeff said affectionately, touching the shoulder of his second son.

Virgil smiled sweetly. "It would seem so."

"Come on!" the others protested, who until then had pretended that it was an ordinary day "we wanted to surprise him!"

"How did you do it last time?" Virgil raised an amused eyebrow. "No, I’d love to throw a party this year."

"We can’t." Scott answered, extinguishing and burying that last crumb of hope that had lit up in the eyes of Virgil and the two tinies, that for once wanted only to get away from everyday's boring routine.

"And who told you no? This is the first birthday we celebrate...all together," he said, looking down at Jeff, who smiled at him. Eight long years had passed, he had waited so long for this moment, so he didn’t even think of anything ordinary. In fact... "so I wish it was something memorable."

Scott huffed a little upset, but then his natural leadership instincts melted a little bit. "Do you have any idea where to go yet?"

"Yeah. What do you think about going for a classic picnic?"

"Oooh, like when we were kids!" Gordon stepped into the conversation, his eyes glittering.

"Actually I don’t remember anything..." Alan murmured to himself, almost thankful that no one heard him.

"Well...but where exactly would you like to go? And then how do we do with IR?"

"Let’s take a day off. We haven’t had one for an eternity of time!"

"It seems like a really lovely idea to me too! So I can prepare lunch." Grandma said, and the brothers' faces were about to turn green.

"Good idea...you’ll have so much fun." He murmured John, now sure and stuck on the fact that he would stay in his beloved space station, along with EOS and his beloved bagels.

"I don’t think you realize I want you on the picnic, too." Virgil answered slyly, crossing his arms to the chest, raising an amused eyebrow.

"I don’t even think about it, Virgil. In the forest there are wild animals, then there are insects that will not give us a moment of peace, and also I must warn you that I am allergic to the pollen of a lot of flowers that surely will be present in the forest. Then I will suffer the heat and I will burn. No, no, I will stay here." explained John, and he went on, sure in his theory, for a few good minutes.

Everyone, except Jeff and Grandma, crouched down at the table where they were sitting, and Alan and Gordon thought it best to fall asleep face down on the table, bored by the long sermon of the middle brother. Scott couldn’t keep a bored yawn escaping his lips from listening to him.

Virgil stopped the redhead. "Stop, before everyone goes to sleep." And in saying it, he gave a couple of slaps behind the heads of the two tinies, that by surprise -or fright? - jumped to their feet, shouting, "we're ready to go!"

"You’re ungrateful. I’m just expressing my concerns." mured John, almost incredulous.

"In the meantime, I really don’t think we should go to Thunderbird 2, wherever we went." Virgil started talking after a few moments. "How about we rent a private jet?"

"A...a jet? Private?" Brains asked, a bit reluctant.

"Yes. We can rent one, so why not? It will be a break from the rule, instead of always going with the Thunderbirds." Virgil answered with a big smile. "By the way, Brains, you’ll be there, too, right?"

"Um...yeah, I think so." Brains answered, laying a hand on his chin.

"Why? How many people are you going to invite?" Scott asked seriously.

"The few that serve to define the party I would like to make a 'party'. I also want to invite Lady P."

"Mhm. I'll let her know." John replied, already ready in front of the Lady’s contact.

"Sounds like a great idea to me! It would be good for all of us to get some air and enjoy nature." Jeff smiled, putting his hands on Virgil’s shoulders, and he smiled back. "And then I really like this private jet idea. I haven’t been on a plane in a long time, think."

An incoming call interrupted Jeff’s happy speech; Virgil departed to answer the call, and the smiling face of Lady Penelope appeared in the holocam. "A party? I think it’s a lovely idea! You can count on my presence. But.." The Lady became thoughtful "John informed me that you’re going to rent a jet."

"You don’t like the idea?"

"But yes, I just find it a bit...unusual. But it’s good to depart from original plans once in a while. When is the party going to take place?"

"Today! We'll let you know the details."

"FAB. See you later!" Lady P greeted everyone warmly, and then closed comms.

"So when we leave...?" asked Alan a bit strangely.

"Mmmh...two hours to get ready and then we can leave."

"All right, son. I’ll take care of the jet." Jeff said giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder.

"Are you sure you don’t want any help with the preparations? I can help you up the stairs..." Virgil responded uncertain, approaching his father almost immediately, but he gently pushed him away.

"Go. Don’t worry about me." Jeff responded, slowly rising from the chair in which he had sat, and then making some uncertain steps to the stairs. Virgil followed him with a rather concerned look, ready to react if his father ever needed it.

When he saw his father climb the stairs and then disappear upstairs he looked back at his brothers with a slight sigh, only to return smiling. "So, shall we go get ready?"

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Hood wiped the dust off the shoulder of his suit, stood up and fixed his tie. Of course, blowing up the prison where he was confined from the inside was certainly not a good idea, given the great closeness to other buildings, but that’s how the world goes about. (bro had this idea, don't @ me) Lying on the ground, some guards groaned with grief, or murmured confused words after regaining consciousness; the Hood did not pay too much attention, and simply began to walk in the direction of the exit, exit of a prison that no longer existed. The GDF had seriously made a mistake to confine him, but the best part was that now International Rescue would show up; who knows the dismay on their faces...

But time passed; first it was 30 minutes, but then a few hours passed: an hour and a half, to be exact. No one showed up. But he was sure that people had noticed the explosion, because someone was still running from side to side to extinguish the prison fire. Strange...he thought, looking around in the form of an ordinary citizen.

Meanwhile, the Tracys had just landed in Waipoua forest, in New Zealand (place totally improvised and searched up last minute, ugh). They had all gone out to stretch their legs a bit, although the journey had been fairly short, and they had also found a quiet place to camp and eat. Lady Penelope had waited for them at the entrance of the forest, and they had all entered together; even the lunch, instead of having been prepared by Grandma Tracy as announced, was ordered, including the raspberry and chocolate cake, Virgil’s favorite.

And as far as they remembered, that was the most memorable and fun party that was ever celebrated; there was no one who wasn’t having fun. Gordon and Alan pulled out the portable speakers that they had brought from home, and when they connected them to the communicators they chose the music for Virgil; everyone enjoyed dancing. After all, why not do something different, something out of the box, from time to time? thought Virgil, smiling at the scene. Yet he had a strange feeling about something; he could not say what it was, but it was something that made him really restless. He decided not to pay too much attention, focusing more on the party.

Only that the event that Virgil had...'heard' came true: while they ate the cake laughing and joking a big explosion very close to them made the earth tremble for a few moments. Virgil first looked at the shirt he was wearing, all smudged of cake, and then looked around, immediately noticing a trail of smoke rising from somewhere in the forest.

Scott and Virgil went to check, while the others sat on the picnic towel, a little worried. But the worry on their face vanished when the two elders, via communicator, told the others that there was no one injured in the explosion, except some wild animals, which however did not suffer serious damage. The two were about to turn back, when Virgil noticed an unusual movement with the corner of his eye.

"Uh... Scott?" Virgil looked for Scott with his voice, but did not look away from the mysterious figure that had appeared before him.

"Yeah, Virg-" Scott’s voice faded down his throat when he also saw the mysterious person. "The Hood!" he then said in an accusatory tone, to the man who looked at him in a mocking way.

"It’s strange that you didn’t show up...especially when the prison exploded. But tell me, what did you come here for?"

"What do you mean 'the prison exploded'?" Scott asked, without worrying about covering up his concern.

"Is there an echo here? That’s what I just said." the man answered.

"You won’t get away with this!" Scott confronted him, while Virgil looked for the ship he was to arrive on, or the person, or people, who were to be his puppets.

"I was going to blow you up to tell you the truth, but I targeted the wrong forest, heh."

"But you weren’t very careful." a new voice was added to the trio, and they all turned around to see Colonel Casey sprouting from a bush (also this was an idea of bro). "In fact, we were able to locate you immediately. Arrest him." The Colonel turned to some soldiers who appeared next to her, rushing immediately to Hood, who screamed and railed at them all.

(From here on, everything stops. There are no other ideas.)

#Thunderbirds Are Go #Virgil Tracy #Happy Birthday My Man! #Happy Virgil Tracy Week!

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tuckingboose.......................3 am pancakes

“Caboose?”“Yes Agent Washington?” “Why are you making Pancakes? You know I--prefer it if you tell me ahead of time.” Caboose turned and grinned at him. “It’s okay! It’s Pancake Day.” “Pancake day?” Wash looked over the kitchen of the Armonia HQ Mess Hall. Caboose seemed to have taken the title of ‘mess’ seriously. There was pancake batter all over, a bunch of broken eggs on the floor, flour dusted the counters. “WHERE’S THE FIRE!!”Wash jumped out of his skin, he grabbed a frying pan and turned ready to defend himself. Tucker squawked in surprise at the attack hiding behind the fire extinguisher he was clutching for protection.“Tucker?” Wash blinked. “Wash?--Caboose! I told you no cooking! Other people will cook for us! There’s left overs in the fridge!” Caboose rolled his eyes at Tucker and continued stirring batter with his strong arms making even more of a mess. 

Wash held up his hands. “Okay, back up. What is happening?”

“I smelled pancakes on my way to bed... that usually means fire.” Tucker tilted his head and gave Caboose a knowing look. Wash was perfectly aware of the old Blue Team adage: where there’s pancakes there’s fire, but Caboose hadn’t done it in awhile. Caboose stuck his tongue out at Tucker. “It’s Pancake Day.” Tucker stilled, his antagonized energy disappeared. He put the fire extinguisher to the side and ran his fingers through his hair. “Ah.”“What’s pancake day?” Wash had been Blue Team leader for months, nearly a year now, but his two teammates still managed to keep him off balance.“Shit, I forgot,” Tucker muttered. “Forgot what?” Tucker huffed. He went over to Caboose, hip checking him away from the stove. “You keep stirring, I’m in charge of flipping.” “Usually Church flips.”“I don’t think Church can hold a spatula anymore, besides, Church and Carolina won’t be back until morning, so we’ll have to make them up ourselves.”Okay, this was clearly a ... them... thing. Wash took a step backwards. They didn’t seem to need him.“Wash, start making a shit ton of bacon and sausages,” Tucker ordered without turning around, “We have to feed everyone, right?” “Right!” Caboose said cheerfully. “Because it’s Pancake Day!” Caboose hummed happily dropping chocolate chips into the batter.“What’s Pancake day?” He really badly wanted to point out how they shouldn’t be wasting food rations on a whim, but Sarge and Tucker had just unearthed that giant mall, it’s freezer systems still working... so... maybe it would be good for moral. Just this once.“It’s a leap year.” Tucker said. It actually clicked right away. “Happy Birthday, Caboose.”Caboose beamed at him. “You weren’t here last time!” He realized. “We make pancakes for everyone because today is extra special because it only comes once every four years! Pancake Days are the best Wash!”

“How did Pancake Day start?” Wash asked. The Blues were hard at work now. Perhaps not the most professional chefs, but they worked well as a team. The fire extinguisher was kept close, just in case. “When I was little there were lots of us so there wasn’t lots of time for special days for everyone. Birthdays were something that always got shared because some of my sisters are twins and triplets, and I even I had to share because Gabrielle was born on the twenty-eighth. That was okay, but when it was my Birthday I decided I wanted it to be special. So I made Pancake Day and I would feed all the people I love.”Wash smiled.“So basically you’re Birthday is for everyone,” Tucker said.“Yeah!” Caboose said. “When I was older we would go to where people who were hungry were and we would make them pancakes too, and everyone was really happy!”“It’s a good tradition, man,” Tucker said. “Yeah,” Wash agreed. “But uh... next time tell us. You know we wanna help you with this stuff, right? We’re a Team.”Caboose’s grin doubled. He put the bowl on the counter and kissed Tucker hard on the side of the face and then hugged Wash kissing him on top of his head. “Okay Agent Washington! Next Pancake Day we’ll all do it together!” And even in the middle of a warzone, threatened by Mercenaries and Space pirates bent on everyone’s destruction in that moment Wash had  no doubt that in four years they would be in another kitchen making a mess, cooking breakfast for whoever else happened to be there. 

#tuckingboose #tucker rvb #caboose rvb #agent Washington #michael j caboose #lavernius tucker #rvb #red vs blue #fanfiction #blue's fic #Caboose's Fic Special #jomeimei421

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hi!! i love your blog❤️❤️ do you think you can do a cute stony fic??

hi! thank you so much! i love a good stony fic so yeah, definitely! This one’s pretty long, but it was so awesome to write. I might make some edits and put it on ao3, if i do, i’ll add a link to it.

anyway, here it is:

Useless Robot

Stony (with a bit of Superfamily). 

Tony has feelings, Peter helps out, and Steve wants to know what his gift is.

“Tony!” Tony grabbed Gep and shoved it under the table. He turned around and grabbed whatever chemical was sitting on the table and poured it into the beaker next to him. “Uh… just! Just a sec, Steve!” Tony called out. He stirred he contents of the beaker for a few seconds before pouring it into a test tube held by a utility clamp sitting on the other side of the desk. “And just… heat that to speed this reaction up so it looks like I’ve been working, and…” the chemical bubbled, and promptly blew up. “Tony!” Steve yelled, rushing into the lab. He stopped when he saw Tony, dirt streaking down his face, a few scratches on his hands, and messy hair, standing behind his table. After a second of intense staring, the chemical that ended up on the floor burst into high flames behind Tony. “That’s, uh, that’s supposed to happen…” Tony trailed off. Steve rushed over to the wall with the fire extinguisher and gave it to Tony. “Thanks.” Tony quickly said. Steve glared at him for a few seconds and then responded. “What are you hiding?” Tony acted surprised. “I’m sorry?”

“Tony,” Steve repeated, glaring more intensely, “what are you hiding from me?” “Why would I hide something?” Tony quickly defended himself, voice slightly higher than before. Steve smirked and walked to the door. “Okay, Tones. I see how you wanna play.” Steve said as he closed the door, leaving Tony in the messy lab. Tony reached down under the table and got the small, glowing box out. The tiny robot, whom Tony named Gep, buzzed and whirred a little bit before opening its lid to expose a hollow inside filled with dirt. “Listen, when Steve is in here, you can’t make a noise. Got it? I don’t want him finding you before I’m ready to show him,” Tony said softly, gently setting down the bot. It buzzed and beeped for a couple of seconds while spinning in a circle before calming down. Tony smiled at it and grabbed a small seed packet from one of his drawers, ripped it open, and poured the seeds into his hand. He rummaged through the seeds before picking out three of them. He walked over to a microscope and set the tiny seeds down on a slide. Tony pulled out his phone and called Bruce, practically begging him to come up to the lab. Within minutes, Bruce burst through the door, sweating like crazy.

“Okay, I’m here, what do you need done so quickly? What’s the emergency?” He panted, bending over to catch his breath. Tony quickly realized he had not specified that it was not an emergency. “Well, it’s not an emergency. Can you determine what generation these seeds are, and what color they’ll be when they grow and flower?” Bruce groaned and rolled his eyes. “Is this for that stupid gift you’re making Steve?” He asked, exasperated and still catching his breath. “Yeah… Wait, how did you… I haven’t told anybody!” Tony’s expression was worried. Had his secret plan gotten out? Did Peter run his mouth? “Tony, buddy, it’s no secret. And no, to address your fear, it was not Peter. It’s just… obvious.” Tony was relieved he wouldn’t have to reprimand Peter, but he was still confused as to how Bruce found out. Bruce, though smart, was not the best at picking up on social cues, so if he could figure it out, could the rest of the team? “Okay, Tony, you never pause this long, so let me explain. You have… whatever voice… announce Steve’s entrance into the lab. Very loudly. That’s one hint you’re doing something you don’t want him to see.” Bruce walked to the microscope, and adjusted the settings. “You two are obviously… not just friends, because, tell me, who would actually believe that you are just taking a ‘guy’s day’ on February fourteenth?” Bruce continued, looking at the seeds and still adjusting the slide. “Another thing, do you seriously think no one would find you bringing a bag of dirt- an actual bag of dirt- into your lab suspicious? You keep this place so clean, that’s just downright asking to be caught. Also, what are these? They’re interesting seeds, I haven-” Bruce was cut off. Tony looked displeased with Bruce’s ramblings, and Bruce did not seemingly care. “You asked, buddy. Also, Rhodey told me.” He finally stated. Tony sighed. Bruce grabbed a sheet of paper and drew out a small diagram, and brought Tony’s very short attention span to the markings. “These are the weirdest seeds I’ve ever seen. Because of this piece and this piece, I think I was able to get the colors right, but I’m not one hundred percent sure, so-” Tony cut him off. “Colors, Banner.” “Right, you got red, white, and blue here. Good pick, lovebird.” Bruce said as he walked to the exit. “Oh, hey, how’d your date with Thor go on Thursday?” Tony called out to him, smiling. “Yeah, yeah.” He walked out the door, letting it close behind him before walking away. Tony smirked before grabbing the seeds off the slide and running back to Gep. “Okay, Gep, I’m gonna plant these babies. You don’t open again until they’ve flowered, got it?” Tony gently placed the seeds in the soil. “And let me know when you need water. You already supply enough light, I made sure of that. Three short beeps for water, okay?” Tony calmly addressed the robot, and once he was done planting the seeds, he picked it up and carried it to a shelf in the back corner of the room. Tony wanted to give Gep to Steve as soon as he could, but he just needed a couple of days. The genetically modified seeds would only take two days to grow, and they would flower on the third. They barely needed any space, and they needed less water than most plants. Tony pushed Gep back as far as he could, then went to his table to clean up the soil and ash.

As he walked out of the lab, he went down into the common room, where Clint and Natasha were sitting on the counter eating. “Hey, hey, what did we say about butts on the table?” Tony said, half-joking. “Yours is gonna be kicked if you talk about this one more time.” Natasha retorted. “Yup, that’s fair.” Tony quickly said, walking past the two and into Peter’s room. “Pete?” He yelled, noticing that the shower was on in the bathroom. “Just a sec!” Peter called out. The shower shut off within a minute, and a soaked Peter Parker poked his head around the door, towel pulled up under his arms. “Yeah?” He asked. “Take your time, I need some help with something.” Tony said, and he walked out of the room. Tony walked to the sofa, just a few feet from the table Clint and Natasha sat on, and he sat down. Bucky walked in and sat down next to him. “So.” Bucky said. “What, Bucky?” Tony said, somewhat rudely. “What’s the gift?” Bucky asked, feigning interest. “You’re supposed to be unnoticeable?” Tony asked, chuckling. “In battle, not social situations,” Bucky said, brushing his hair to the side. “Is Steve really that desperate to know?” Tony asked Bucky, who had already stood up. “Yeah. I’m blunt, he should have known not to ask me.” Bucky said back, walking away. “Okay, nice talk, thanks…” Tony yelled after him. He sat in silence for a couple of seconds. “Wow, you guys have great conversations.” Natasha joked. “You jealous of him, Stark?” Clint added. Tony fake-laughed and then quickly came up with a response. “Okay, both of you, go back to painting each other’s nails now.” Clint held his hands up, showing off alternating matte black and sparkly purple nails. “Already done, Stark!” Natasha laughed. Tony rolled his eyes, and Peter walked into the room wearing his Hello-Kitty pajama pants and a dry-fit shirt. “Nice nails, Mr. Barton, I like the purple!” He said, before turning his attention to Tony. “What do you need, Mr. Stark?” He asked. Tony stayed silent for a second, and then started to form a response. “Let’s talk in private, kid.” Tony ushered him away from the sofa and into his room. “Mr. Stark, is it an emergency?” Peter asked, intrigued. Tony shook his head. “Why am I asking you this? Okay, I need you to keep Steve out of the lab at all costs.” Tony put his hand over his face, feeling sort of ashamed about his request. “That’s it? I can do that.” Peter said confidently, but he was quite surprised at the easiness of the task. “Thanks, Peter. I’m… I don’t like emotions, and Steve trying to figure out what the gift is just makes things stressful.” Tony let out his feelings for a split second, then closed up again. Peter smiled; Tony trusted him enough to open up. “Okay, Mr. Stark, that all makes sense. But also, I have two questions: one, why are you giving him a gift? There’s no holiday, and it’s not his birthday. And two, why don’t you just tell him that he’s stressing you out? He’s a gentle giant, Mr. Stark, and he obviously will do anything to make you happy.” Tony took this information in. Why was he making a gift? Why doesn’t he just tell Steve? “You know what, kid, those are good questions,” Tony said. Peter lit up at that. Tony walked out of the room. “You’re on duty tomorrow in the A.M.” He called out. “You got it, Mr. Stark.”

Gep beeped three times. “Okay, little guy, I’ll get you some.” Tony abandoned the project he’d been working on, an improvement on his suit, and rushed over to the sink with Gep in his hands. He refilled the water compartment, closed it up, and Gep beeped happily. Tony set Gep down on the counter and watched it roll around for a bit. “Hey, Gep, how are the flowers doing?” He asked, checking the security camera angled at the door. Peter sat by the door, messing with some legos. Gep changed it’s glowing color and a small hologram came up from the top. It showed little sprouts coming up out of the soil, and Tony breathed a sigh of relief. “Good work, Gep. I think this just might work.” Tony said. A light flashed above him, and Tony rushed to put Gep up on its shelf. “Steve is approaching the lab, Sir,” the announcement blared. “Okay, great, thanks, could you turn off that system?” Tony heard silence, then a bang on the wall. Tony glanced up at the security camera footage, and saw Peter on the ceiling, with Steve close behind him. Peter had Steve’s shield on his torso and was crawling as fast as he could away, while Steve, laughing, ran after him. Tony smiled at the footage, seeing two of his favorite people get along. Tony almost got lost in the video, but Gep brought him back to the lab by humming happily. “Gep, can you sing the song I programmed?” Tony asked the robot. Gep beeped once and the glowing light dimmed. The light came on slowly as Gep hummed the tune to “Star Spangled Banner”, finishing with a red, white and blue glow. Tony nearly giggled as he applauded Gep, who ran in circles happily. Tony smiled to himself and grabbed Gep with one hand, carefully. He reached up and put Gep back on its shelf, covering it with a small cloth. He went back to work on his suit just as Peter burst into the lab, sweating, on the ceiling. “I thought that would go better, but he’s so tall! Mr. Stark, I did it, though! He was headed for the door, full gear, and I just grabbed the shield right off his back! And then I yelled ‘Gotcha’ and jumped on the ceiling, because why not, right? And… Mr. Stark?” Peter jumped down to the ground, concerned. Tony was standing at his desk, smiling, with tears in his eyes. He looked at Peter and smiled even wider. “You did so good, kid. I don’t know why I’m so emotional right now, but I’m proud of you. Thank you.” Tony wiped his cheeks as Peter walked to him. Peter pulled Tony into a warm hug, and Tony pulled him close. Steve walked through the door, not even out of breath or sweating, and smiled at the sight of Tony showing emotion. He walked over towards Tony and Peter and gently put his arms around the both of them. As the three broke apart, Peter looked at Tony, then at Steve, and hopped up to the ceiling to get out of the room. “What did I say about that?” Tony warned. Peter hopped down to the floor, face red. “No ceiling crawling unless absolutely necessary so I don’t scare the shit out of you.” Peter said, sadly. Steve chuckled as Peter walked out of the room. “He’s fast!” Steve exclaimed. “Put up a good fight?” Tony asked, proudly. “Put up a good front,” Steve responded quickly, “I know I’ve been kind of annoying lately trying to find out what you’re making me, and I’m sorry. But also, what is it?” Tony sighed and rolled his eyes before hugging Steve. He put his head against Steve’s chest and just stood there. “We’re at the point in our relationship where smushy Stark comes out. I’m emotional, I’m clingy, and worst of all: I’m a sucker for the romantic.” Steve laughed, and Tony could feel his chest move, lungs full, then not. “Tony, I love romantic stuff. I love it when people are clingy, and I’m pretty okay with emotions. Just… trust me, okay? Smushy Stark will feel right at home with me.” Steve pushed Tony off his chest only to gently hold his shoulders and look him in the eyes. Tony loved it when Steve did that; it was the perfect opportunity for a kiss. He leaned in, but was interrupted by Bruce walking into the lab. Tony and Steve were practically frozen in place, while Bruce moved about. “Sorry, ‘scuse me, need this, okay, bye…” He left the room, and Steve planted a quick kiss on Tony’s forehead. Tony looked betrayed. “Wha-?” Steve cut him off. “You get the kiss when I get my gift!” Steve said, walking to the door. Tony looked back and forth between Steve and Gep, unsure of what to do. “Wait, Steve!”

Tony grabbed Gep off of its shelf and pressed a small button on the bottom before setting it down. The button turned off all communications except for water, and made it into a practically useless box. “Here,” Tony said, “Your gift is this.” Tony glanced at Steve and hoped he bought it. “Tony…” Steve whispered, staring at the box, “I love it.” “What?” Tony was surprised. Why on earth would Steve love it? It’s a box, a useless box, as of right now. “Why?” Tony asked. “Well, you made it! And it’s a gift, Tony, why wouldn’t I love it?” Steve smiled at Tony, grabbing Gep off the table and examining it. “It has to stay on this side, Cap,” Tony said quietly, turning Gep right side up, “And it’s absolutely useless. Why would you want something useless?” Steve looked up at Tony and narrowed his eyes. He thought about his answer for a second. “Because none of your robots are useless, Tony, this one is no different. I just haven’t found it’s purpose yet. And, since you’re calling it useless, you haven’t, either.” Tony just stared at Steve, and at the profound statement he just said. Steve understood each and every invention had a purpose, no matter how big or small, and he also understood that sometimes, Tony didn’t even know what he was doing. His brain just moved, and he did what it said. The purpose often revealed itself later. Steve pulled Tony into a hug, and then walked out, Gep in hand. “If it beeps three times, bring it to me immediately!” Tony called out to Steve, who agreed and continued on. Tony sat down in a chair, which was a rare occasion for him, and slipped into deep thought. His mind was racing, thoughts of how to improve his suit and how to make Steve happy collided, and his brain just kept going. Tony was starting to get a headache. He grabbed a bottle of Advil and took two, and then just laid his head down on the table nearest to him. He wasn’t going to sleep, he barely did that anyway. Tony told himself over and over that he wasn’t going to fall asleep, but he did anyway.

He woke with a start in his own bed. He looked up at the clock, which read 4:00 A.M, and then looked around. Tony was certain he fell asleep in his lab. As he moved his hands to pull the sheets off himself, he found a small note on the bed. Tony, it read, Found you in the lab, fast asleep. The box beeped three times, I tried to wake you, but you’re a heavy sleeper. I took it to Dr. Banner, he said he’d fix it. He gave it back a few minutes later. You looked so uncomfortable, so I moved you in here. Hope that helped. Two more advil next to you, take them when you wake up. PS: You cuddle when you sleep. Love, Steve. Tony giggled a bit, smiling at the thought of Steve carrying him bridal style to his bed. He grabbed the two pills and took them to calm down the pain at the back of his neck. As he stood up, he noticed that Steve had neatly set his shoes down on the floor before setting him into his bed. Tony slipped them on and walked out of his room. He went through a hallway and to Steve’s door. He stopped before entering and peeked through the crack in the door. Steve sat at his desk, holding Gep very gently. He was examining every part of it, while still keeping it upright. Steve noticed the small hologram projector on the back, and took a note of it on a sheet of paper. Tony knocked, and entered the room. Steve looked at Tony and then back at Gep. “There’s so many details, but I don’t know what they mean. There’s hinges, this projector, more hinges, a slot on the side, and a slight glow from inside.” Tony knew Steve could have easily torn the box open, but Steve knew Tony’s inventions were precious and meaningful. Tony grinned at Steve. “Dinner, tonight at 8:00?” “Where?” Steve asked. “How about right here?” Tony replied. “Works for me, tin can.” Steve joked. “I’m going to go to the gym around five, I’ll be there until eight, then I’m going for lunch. After that, I’m spending the day with Sam and Bucky. I’ll be here for dinner at eight.” He explained to Tony. “I’ll be in my lab or in the kitchen at any given point today.” Tony said back, and Steve smiled. “Predictable man…” Steve said warmly. Tony snorted and walked out of the room, excited for dinner.

Peter ran to the kitchen, where Tony was calmly cooking. “Mr. Rogers has the… The box, Gep! He, uh, he’s with Sam right now, and… I, uh, I’m…” Peter looked at Tony, who showed no change in emotion. “Yeah, I gave it to him. Thanks, kid.” Tony responded bluntly. “I ran… from Captain America yesterday… with his shield… and you give the box to him?” Peter asked, aghast. Tony frowned and motioned for Peter to come closer. Tony leaned in. “Yes. Now, do you know how to make pie?” Peter laughed, astonished at Tony’s change of personality from the day before. “Yeah, I can make pie. What flavor?” Peter asked. “Apple pie, please and thanks.” Peter got to work immediately while Tony finished up the pasta he was working on. He moved onto the tomato sauce, and then onto green beans. Tony hated them, but Steve was a fan. Peter and Tony spent a couple of hours in the kitchen before finishing up, and they were exhausted by the end. All the food was prepared for dinner, and all Tony had left to do was set it up. It was 6:00, and Tony knew he would only need an hour to set up. He pulled Peter to the sofa and they sat down and turned on the news. Just mild occurrences in the city showed up, and Peter promptly fell asleep with his head on Tony’s shoulder. Tony put his arm around Peter and slowly drifted off, headache subsiding. He woke with five minutes to 7:00, and slid his arm out from behind Peter. Peter, always extra sensitive due to his ‘spidey senses’, woke up immediately. Peter pulled out his phone and checked the time, then jumped up. “I’ll get the table!” He said, jumping onto the wall and crawling away. “Hey, Pete, what did I-” Tony started, but Peter interrupted. “This is a wall, not a ceiling! And, I’m helping you, Mr. Stark.” Peter yelled back. Tony sighed and walked to Steve’s room, clearing some space and pulling out two candles from the closet. “He’s from, what, the eighteen hundreds? Who has multiple candles in their closet?” Tony said, rather sassily. Peter walked in on the ceiling, carrying the table a foot off of the ground. “It’s easier like this, trust me,” Peter explained, to the already agitated Tony. “This is a warning,” Tony said, tone serious. They set up the table, two chairs, the candles, and got the plates and silverware out. Tony and Peter carried all the food to the table, including the pie, and Tony sat down. “Peter,” Tony pulled his lips tight, “Thank you. It means a lot that you helped set this up.” Peter smiled at Tony, and pushed his hair straight back out of his eyes. “Of course, Mr. Stark. I mean, you’re practically my dad, so… No, that’s weird, sorry, I… I’m happy to help.” Peter went to get out of the room, but before he could, Tony added on. “No, no, not weird. I care about you, kid. You’re practically my son. I mean, we have Thor convinced, so… thanks.” Tony finished. Peter smiled and walked out, passing Steve on his way in. “Pete,” Steve nodded. Steve walked in, carrying Gep, and sat down at his seat. “Tony, this is… impressive.” Steve whispered. “It’s for an impressive man, Steve…” Tony started. “Aw, Tones,” Steve said, expecting a cute response. “Me.” Tony finished his sentence. Steve rolled his eyes and sighed at his egotistical boyfriend. “So, why are we having dinner here?” Steve asked Tony inquisitively. For a second, Tony didn’t have a response. He just looked at Steve’s sparkling eyes. “Oh, right, because you need to meet Gep.” Steve was taken aback. “Who?” Tony realized he hadn’t told Steve anything about the bot. “Yeah, lemme see the box? Just for a second.” Steve carefully handed it over, and Tony pressed the button on the bottom. He set the bot down on the floor, and Gep came to life. “Hey, Gep, buddy! Has Steve treated you well?” The bot beeped and whirled around, making happy noises. Steve’s faces was engulfed in wonder. His eyes reminded Tony of a baby’s eyes, taking in everything, full of wonder and amazement. Steve saw the joy in the world and in Tony’s bots. Gep ran to Tony’s foot and bumped it. “Yeah, I think it’s time. Go ahead, bud! Sing your song!” Tony prodded the robot. It went up to Steve feet and the glowing light faded out. a soft red, white, and blue showed up, growing brighter as the Star Spangled Banner progressed. The soft whistle grew louder near the end of the song, and then at the end, the top opened up to reveal three small flowers, arranged in the shape of a heart. Red, white, blue, and tiny, the flowers looked so beautiful inside the box. Steve’s eyes filled with tears as Gep rolled around on the floor, happily humming. Tony applauded the tiny robot and Steve joined in. As they ate, Steve looked at Tony and blushed. “What?” Tony asked. “I think that it was logical Stark that called Gep useless.” Steve said, taking a bite. After he finished chewing, he continued. “Smushy Stark made this box, and Logical Stark was wrong. Gep is the most useful bot you’ve made me. It’s gonna remind me how much you love me every day.” Steve shoved some more pasta into his mouth, and Tony just sat, looking at him, speechless. “Yeah, I guess it’s not really a useless robot after all.” He smiled and started to eat.

a/n: why is Gep named that way? say it backwards.

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[pandastix123]

“It All Started With A Nightfury Under My Bed...”

Wow, um. Hello there.

Long time no see.

Well, it’s been a year since my dad gave me this journal, the night before my thirteenth birthday.

Now, here I am, fourteen, and - wow - my world has changed so much over just the last few weeks.

You know, I’ve tried to use this journal many times before. But, then I’d see the inscription on the inner cover and just…

Couldn’t.

I’d see those words and just… I’ll never not hear my dad’s voice when I read those words.

“Live with your heart”

That’s what it says.

That’s what he said.

My dad is so protective of me, you see, I was born two months earlier than expected because my mom got hurt, really bad, and the trauma from the accident caused me to… well, become distressed. Therefore, I was born very weak and small. I grew up weak and small. Just like him, apparently. I guess that’s why he’s always been so worried about me.

Well, that, and because I’m a literal Doom Magnet.

No. Seriously.

Destruction follows me everywhere I go. When I was eight, me and some other kids were playing by the docks, and we were throwing rocks into the water, to see who could get the farthest. And, well, mine didn’t go very far. But, it did sink the strongest ship in the Hooligan tribe’s fleet.

Once, during a remembrance ceremony for Stoick the Vast, I sneezed and extinguished just about every candle present.

Sorry Grandad.

And let’s not forget, only a month ago, I set the whole pavilion on fire during the festivities on Dragon Day.

That’s what most people on New Berk know me for; being a walking disaster.

Well, that, and for being the daughter of one our tribe’s most notable member and current chief.

He was an outcast too. Small, clumsy, misunderstood.

But, that all changed when he befriended and trained a Nightfury. And together, he and Toothless defeated the Red Death and became heroes.

Unfortunately for me, there are no longer dragons around, so there goes my chances of gaining any semblance of respect from the tribe.

Or so I thought…

Hold on, I’ll explain everything soon. But first, there are some people I want you to meet.

What?

You think this is a one viking adventure?

I have the best team backing me up.

Stormlout Jorgenson isn’t loud and boasty like the rest of his family. Instead, he prefers a more moderate demeanor, thinking things through rather than using brute force and being all smug about it. That’s not to say Stormlout doesn’t have his… “Jorgenson” moments. He’s also very thoughtful, kind, and funny, and - don’t tell him I said this, but, he’s pretty easy on the eyes. He probably doesn’t notice me that way, what am I saying.

Moving on…

Though he may not look like much, Havok Olafson is the guy you want by your side. Some people call him “the nervous boy with a list of superstitions from here to Berserker Island and a list of fears twice as long”, but we prefer to say that Havok is… overly cautious. It’s not that he’s a wimp, he just hasn’t found the confidence to be all he is, yet. But, I have no doubt, that when he finds it, Havok will be someone truly astonishing.

Blunt and highly knowledgeable is the best way to describe Fishnut Ingermen. Always coming in with the deep, thought provoking questions as well as the answers to those questions. He’s always first to volunteer an array of ideas when forming a plan. Even if most of those ideas are either illegal, inhumane, gross, destructive, or just downright horrifying. Regardless, Fishnut holds a more thoughtful side few are allowed to see. Backed by his creative, quick thinking, and extensive insight on various topics, Fishnut is a perfect addition to the team.

Which leaves us with Craya Holgerson. What can I say about Craya Holgerson? Well, she made my life a real Helheim on Midgard since we were five. She’s rude, mean, inconsiderate, takes pleasure in our misfortunes, constantly threatens us with bodily harm on the daily…

Why is she on our team again?

Well, if I had to guess, I’d say, she’s honest, a great fighter and strategist, she’s always prepared (something she and Havok have in common), extremely brave, a natural born fighter… and… I think hanging around us has softened her up a bit.

Even though Craya is pretty much a total bully, I can’t help but feel like there is a reason she sticks around with us. Whatever her reason is, I’m just glad she brings that warrior spirit to our team.

These are my friends. They may not seem like the coolest or most popular people. But they stuck by me when I needed them most. And I just know that they will continue to stick by me no matter what comes our way.

And I see a lot coming for us.

Oh, that reminds me, you still don’t know why I’m telling you all this.

Well, it all started with a Nightfury under my bed….

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[masqueradingwriter]

Beyond Control

🍁 Genre: fluff, angst

🍁 Pairing: Jungkook x OC (Mavi)

🍁 Summary: Sometimes, things don’t go as they are planned; especially when Jungkook planned a birthday party for weeks.

🍁 A/N: A special fluffy and angsty one shot for @localjeontrash with her bias! Happy Birthday, bby! Thank you for having that courage to talk to me months ago when I was still starting out on Tumblr. Your constant shookness and rage complete me every single time. One of my wishes is that someday I get to meet you face-to-face (considering we live in the same country, the probability is high lol). Thank you for being my homegirl whenever I feel so down about myself and with the personal decisions I’ve been making in my life. No matter how busy I get or how much time passes, I’ll never forget you and I hope to check in once in a while. I love you~ ♥️🌸

“Jungkook…”

“Yes, hyung?”

“I’m not sure if this is a good idea…”

“Why not? I just want what’s best for my girl.”

Jeon Jungkook was many things: the golden maknae, the jack of all trades, and the lovable bunny that everyone just couldn’t hate. One could also say that his upbringing was heavily influenced by his members and being exposed to the entertainment industry from a young age.

He’s good at what he does and he knows it. Jungkook loved going beyond expectations and going one step ahead. It was just in his nature to be competitive and when he realized that the greatest rival was himself; he was determined to outdo one record after the other.

All the members stared in fascination as their maknae ran around the living room of Mavi’s apartment throwing tons of silver, white, and pastel pink balloons everywhere. No space on the ceiling was spared from the helium-inflated decoration with different polaroids hung by the string. Every window was covered in different colored post-its with tiny notes written in an elegant handwriting. The tables had fish bowls filled with lit candles as the centerpieces and surrounding it were different kinds of treats to snack on. Roses in the hues of white and light pink littered everywhere with scattered petals on the floor.

If anything, the room looked like it came straight out of Pinterest.

“I can’t believe Jungkook actually did this,” Namjoon said, amused.

“How long did it take him to prepare?” Jin asked while munching on a chocolate bar he grabbed from the treats table.

“Ohh, remember those days where he’d disappear during breaks from practices?” Jimin questioned.

“Yeah?”

“He’d grab that opportunity to order all of these and have them shipped first to our dorm.”

“It was a bitch trying to hide them whenever Mav came over,” Jungkook added as he checked up on the roses; hoping that majority haven’t succumbed to time and exposure.

“How’d you even manage to get a key to her apartment?” Hoseok inquired.

“Swiped it from her bag and made a copy. Making her flustered enough not to notice her surroundings worked wonders for me.” He smirked.

“Oh shit, she’s gonna be here any minute!!!”

“You know, it’ll be faster if we actually help you with all of these. Not that you need anything else to add to what you have now, everything looks great.” Taehyung said.

“Nah, leave him be Tae. He just really wants everything perfect. You know he gets when it comes to perfection.” Yoongi said while casually playing on the upright piano by the corner.

“Hyung, are you seriously working on a new song right now?” Jungkook deadpanned.

“Inspiration is everywhere and opportunity needs to be grabbed whatever happens.”

“Honestly, hyung’s the type where he’d still write music even when the world is falling apart.” Hoseok shrugged; not surprised at what he was doing.

See, the problem here was, Jungkook was so lost in time; he didn’t realize that Mavi was already standing outside of her apartment ready to go inside. But hearing how he was working so hard in making sure everything was so perfect for her made her stop in her tracks and just listen on to her amusement.

After all, she didn’t want everything to go to waste.

It touched her heart greatly that he would push through with this surprise even when she told him that she’d totally understand if he wouldn’t be around for her birthday. He was an idol and schedules always came first.

She just wanted to run inside and tackle him into a hug.

To say that she had a horrible day was an understatement. So going home surrounded by her friends and boyfriend was what she had hoped for.

Until chaos decided to pay a little visit once again.

“OKAY BITCHES, I NEED YOU ALL TO HIDE!!!” Jungkook suddenly screamed.

“YAH! YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DEGRADE US LIKE THAT!” Jin screamed back in annoyance.

“MY STRESS IS SO REAL OH MY GOD SORRY HYUNG I JUST REALIZED WHAT TIME IT IS SHE COULD SERIOUSLY BE IN THE BUILDING AS OF THIS MOMENT!”

“CALM DOWN, SHE MIGHT BE STUCK IN TRAFFIC OR SOMETHING.” Hoseok joined in.

The screams were then followed by glass shattering. Mavi flinched at the sound. She hoped it wasn’t any of the figurines that her mom gave to her.

“OH SHIT!” Namjoon cried.

“HYUNG! WHAT DID YOU DO?!” Jungkook shrieked in fear.

“Jungkook I’m so sorry I stood up too fast! The chair flew up and hit the table!” Namjoon fiercely apologized; trying to salvage whatever was left.

“That...is a lot of glass…” Yoongi stated in surprise.

“YOU THINK?! OH MAN, THIS IS GONNA TAKE A WHILE TO CLEAN UP. AND THE CASES WEREN’T EVEN MINE IT WAS HERS.”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?! SHE’S GONNA KILL ME!!!” Namjoon screamed in horror; realizing what Mavi could do to him.

The alarm suddenly beeped rapidly; catching the attention of all the members. Their heads turned to the direction of the kitchen and saw that black smoke started coming out. The balloons and some of the snacks started getting covered by the soot. In a panic, Jungkook ran head-on without hesitation while Yoongi and Hoseok searched frantically for the fire extinguisher. Jimin followed the maknae to make sure he didn’t hurt himself only to be greeted by a small fire coming out of the oven. The adrenaline rush took over Jin as he grabbed the faucet to spray water inside. Taehyung immediately went for the cat and hugged him close to his chest; hoping that he wouldn’t run away.

“WHAT WAS THAT?!” Hoseok shouted while spraying the oven with the foam from the extinguisher after finally getting the hang of it.

Some foam ended up in the furniture when he couldn’t control the nozzle.

“AHH FUCK I FORGOT ABOUT THE CAKE DAMMIT!!!” Jin cried.

“YOU DIDN’T BOTHER TO JUST GET ONE FROM THE STORE?! YOU KNOW HOW YOU GET WHEN YOU MULTI-TASK BEYOND WHAT YOU CAN HANDLE!” Yoongi scolded the maknae.

“HYUNG’S CAKES ARE THE BEST THAT’S WHY I ASKED HIM TO MAKE ME ONE! WHY DO YOU THINK I HAD MORE TIME TO ATTEND THE OTHER THINGS?!” Jungkook defended.

Mavi sighed in exhaustion. Things were too good to be true. She couldn’t believe she was about to enter her apartment all trashed and ready for another cleaning.

Deciding she had enough of this, she turned the knob and entered. The bickering slowed down to a stop and she was greeted by their surprised faces. The atmosphere was a bit tense as she observed the state of her apartment.

“Hm...Could be worse, I guess. At least you didn’t burn my apartment down.”

No words were said and no actions took place from where they were standing. The alarm automatically shut down as soon as the smoke was cleared from the window Namjoon opened. Some post-its came undone and flew away; being carried by the wind.

Jungkook, after realizing what happened, went out of the kitchen and made a beeline to her bedroom. He slammed the door shut and the members looked guilty at the mess they caused.

“Mavi, please understand, it’s not Jungkook’s fault!” Jimin started.

“Yeah, he told us not to interfere and we weren’t careful enough to watch our surroundings. This is all my fault, I caused another chain reaction.” Namjoon apologized in sorrow.

“I mean, to be fair, these are a lot of decorations. I can’t even see the floor I’m stepping on with all of these balloons.” Mavi reasoned while kicking some balloons away from her.

“Still, please know that Jungkook worked so hard on this. He knew that you were gonna be exhausted again on your birthday. He wanted to do something special for you.” Taehyung explained.

“Could you go check up on him? We’ll clean up the mess and try to make it decent again. We’re worried he might be beating himself up over this.” Yoongi asked as he picked up some cleaning supplies.

Mavi nodded her head and proceeded to go to her bedroom. She knocked softly on the door and was responded with a muffled answer of rejection.

“Jungkook, baby, it’s me. Can I come in?” Mavi said softly.

When she didn’t hear any objection, she entered her room and found Jungkook sitting on her bed with his head buried in his hands. She kneeled in front of him and softly uncovered his face. There were tears streaming down his face and his eyes were puffy from the crying. Mavi frowned at what she was seeing.

“Baby, why are you crying?”

“It’s ruined...Everything’s ruined…” He hiccupped.

“It took me weeks to get everything ready for tonight and it literally just went up in flames! I wanted to surprise you with a small party with just the hyungs and us two. Looks like we can’t do that anymore…I don’t even know when I can do this again for you...” He cried.

Seeing him cry just tore her heart apart. She hated seeing him so devastated.

Mavi stood up and enveloped him in a tight hug; Jungkook’s arms finding their way around her waist and buried his face in her stomach. She could feel her shirt getting wet with his tears.

It took him quite some time until he calmed down. Mavi found herself lying on top of Jungkook; one of his hands holding hers and the other playing her hair. She could hear how his heart was beating a little faster than normal.

They could hear Yoongi playing the piano again with different renditions of their songs as their background music and how the other members were discussing doing some housework for the affected areas.

Jungkook tiredly sighed and wrapped his arms once again around her waist. He buried his face in her hair; giving her tiny kisses. She smiled at the affection that she was receiving.

“Hey, Mav…” He whispered.

“Yeah?”

“You know what I love about you?”

She tilted his head up a bit at his question.

“What?”

“I love how you know how to turn any situation around. I love how your actions and words instantly get a reaction out of me. I love how you look at things in a different perspective. I love how you’re so caring and so soft for me. I love how you’re so patient and understanding with my career choices. I love how you keep telling me that everything will be okay. I love how you still chose to stay even when things get so difficult between the two of us. These are just some of the several reasons why I love you but if someone asked me for one reason...”

He turned her body around so that they could face each other. He let their noses touch as he stared deeply into her eyes with love that she never saw before. His hands found themselves running up and down the curve of her body as their legs entangled with one another.

“...it would have to be: I love her because she loved me even on my worst days and through the mistakes I made. It takes a genuinely kind-hearted person to stay even when he fucks up so much.”

Mavi softly smiled at the sweet words he was throwing at her and rewarded him with a kiss. He broke it off after a few seconds as she rested her head on top of her hands while staring at him.

“Jungkook...listen, you didn’t fuck up okay? I saw the effort, time, and love you placed in decorating my apartment like that. I saw how much your hyungs were sorry for what happened. I saw how much you cared about making it as perfect as possible. I truly appreciate what you’ve done to show me an awesome birthday party. So don’t feel bad anymore, okay? I love you and I love what you did; even if it didn’t end up the way you thought it would.” She reassured.

“I really don’t deserve you…I love you too….” He said; gripping her waist.

“So, with that being said, I know you have a backup plan. What is it?” She said while smiling.

Jungkook reciprocated the smile.

“Well, I was hoping that after the guys leave or get knocked out by the alcohol I got them, we’d drive off to the countryside where there’s no civilization using the black truck I borrowed from the company. I’d park in an open space and turn the back of the truck into a fortress of our own; lying down under the night sky, stargazing, drinking chardonnay, and talk about the memories we’ve created together throughout the years.” He reiterated.

Mavi’s eyes shone with excitement and she started peppering him with kisses. Jungkook laughed and ruffled her hair.

“I’m guessing you like that idea?”

“It’s so perfect, Jungkook.”

“Good because I already have the truck ready and we could just sneak out.”

She looked at him in shock.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah. Tonight’s a perfect night to escape.”

“What about your hyungs?”

“They’ll get drunk and pass out on your floor with no idea of where we are. Jin hyung knows where the alcohol is.”

Jungkook sat down; dragging her with him in an upright position.

“Well, what do you say? Up for a little adventure on the night of your birthday with me?” He smirked.

“You’re so mischievous and I love it. Let’s do it!”

Jungkook and Mavi sealed their rendezvous with one passionate kiss and went running out of the apartment; leaving the members to wonder where they were going.

Except for one who sighed in disbelief and started pouring shots.

#bts #bts masterlist #bts fanfic #bts story #bts x reader #bts x you #bts reader insert #bts birthday #bts angst #bts fluff #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #kim seokjin #jin #min yoongi #suga #jung hoseok #jhope #kim namjoon #rm #park jimin #jimin #kim taehyung #taehyung #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #bts memes #kpop

[shoutdontwhisper]

The definitive* guide of Robert spending money on Aaron

Here it is, a definitive list of things Robert has spent money on for Aaron, on Aaron or to be with Aaron. 

Some of the things in these categories are questionable (cough hitman cough) BUT on the positive side the most amount of money Rob’s spent was for good not evil. 😅 

This post got longer than i expected, it was fun so i hope you enjoy.

How can I spend more time with bae AKA the beginning

Scrapyard Investment -  The best money Robert has ever spent.  He was so smitten with Aaron after 2 fucks he was already breaking all his rules and handing over 10k to invest in whatever Adam & Aaron wanted, he didn’t even care what the business was £10,000

Hotel 1 - Let’s be honest this hotel was nothing special and Robert probably expensed it back to Home Farm Estates like the trash he is. But waking up together for the first time. The heart eyes. Robert in those tight black underpants. Money very well spent. £60

Hotel 2 - Robert just wanted to spoil Aaron, rip his suit off and fuck him in a fancy hotel…if that’s not love i don’t know what is? Damn you Katie for ruining this night.  £250

Oh shit, I don’t want people to find out about bae AKA the affair continues

The Hitman - If you think I googled “how much does a hitman cost” you’d be right? Are the police going to break down my door in the middle of the night and arrest me? Probably. This plot is ridiculous let’s not dwell on it. £20,000 I guess

Cain’s blackmail - What started as Robert using the ridiculously random Cain & Chrissie kiss to blackmail Cain completely backfired, no thanks to Aaron who outed him and their affair. Not cool Aaron, not cool. So now the blackmailer is being blackmailed. But the lesson is never cross Cain Dingle or you’ll be paying for Vadam’s honeymoon £5000, The grain pit at Butlers  £15,000 and a holiday for Coira £2000.

Trying to do right by bae AKA the abuse sl

Sandra’s address - One day we’ll find out how Robert got all these dodgy contacts but for now I’ll just assume he used a PI. By finding Sandra’s address we got rejected park bench kiss, lake side declarations and Rob reunited Aaron with his long lost sister and gave us all Roblivion….Also my search history is getting interesting right now. £300

Bribing Ryan - What to do if you want to see justice done, Gordon locked up for his horrific crimes & your future mum in law is pestering you to make sure he gets sent down. If you’re Robert Sugden you bribe a local teen to lie about also being abused. Oh Robert, your heart was in the right place. The only hint at how much he paid Ryan was that it was the same amount as a fancy watch, so £5000

Bonus Bribing Ryan again - Leave my family alone, we never hear from you again + here have a delicious hummus and coriander sandwich. Mwahaha I’m an evil genius.  Never change Rob. £104.50

How can I prove to bae I love him AKA no one else comes close

Barcelona -  The first cancelled holiday and the the start of the Robron chill *cries*. Rob just wanted to celebrate his 30th birthday and spend some time with Aaron & be proper boyfriends and it’s beautiful. Flights + 2 nights in Barcelona £1000

France - The second cancelled holiday.  Robert being playful murmuring into his kiss with Aaron was the stuff of dreams. God bless you Maxine. Also i can kinda forgive Liv for ruining this holiday cause it gave us the quality content of Rob dangling from a tree. 2.5 weeks in Calais, hotel only £1400

Engagement ring - I would’ve paid money to to see the scene of Robert at the jewellers, being sassy to the sales assistant, demanding the best for the man he loves. I think I found a very similar platinum ring and as Vic days “it’s perfect” so can Aaron hurry up and put it back on his finger £2695

Las Vegas - The third cancelled holiday.  First class flights, limo from the airport, helicopter over the Grand Canyon, Cirque du Soleil tickets, the works. Do you know how expensive first class tickets are? But Aaron deserved this big romantic gesture. I’m assuming they were staying for 5 nights + I gave him a 25% discount courtesy of Rebecca’s mate £11,250

The wedding - So perfect, so them, but as far as weddings go this was done on the cheap. Free venue. Free Decorations. Only thing paid for would have been finger food and drinks and we know the Dingles love a free drink so let’s say £1000

Appealing Aaron’s sentence - Robs face when he found out Aaron got 12 months breaks my heart every time, he was so determined to free his husband. A decent barrister is £300 per hour and it took 3 weeks for the appeal to come through. If only you worked a little faster unseen barrister person we may not be stuck in this hell plot £10,000

The Mill renovations - This includes fixing the damn dry rot I had to listen to Rakesh moan on about for months, the fire damage, doors without handles & drawers pure white, posh appliances, the Vespa chair and all the questionable artwork. I didn’t include flat 2 cause we don’t now what the deal is with that.   Let’s be real though Robert has great taste and the Mill is the best house in the village. £80,000

5 week honeymoon to Mauritius - Seriously Emmerdale now you let them go on a holiday? After Rob has cheated and Rebecca is pregnant and nobody actually wants them to go because we all just want Aaron to learn the truth as soon as possible. Yeah, fuck you Emmerdale, fuck you.  Flights + airbnb accommodation £4200

I’ve been an idiot, please don’t tell bae AKA the hell plot

Full disclosure this is the part where i become bitter at the writing regarding Robert’s money. 

Ross’ blackmail -  Ugh, just ugh at this whole plot point. In the end Robert only gave Ross half of of what he was blackmailed for and then crushed his taxi and destroyed his weed as payback so at least there’s that £2500

Mill Chairs - So this was the ep Aaron listed all the things Robert didn’t spend his money on ignoring basically everything i have listed above that he did spend it on. I mean Aaron didn’t want the chairs at the time but he sure seems to enjoy them now (see, told you i was bitter).  Also who knew ugly leather reclining chairs would be so expensive? £3500

Burnt money- Holy shit Robert just threw the briefcase into a fire barrel because Aaron told him to! I think this is what the kids call EXTRA. So the lesson is Robert loves Aaron more than money? OF COURSE HE DOES HAVE YOU BEEN PAYING ATTENTION. Lucky it was all saved (thanks cute fire extinguisher scene) except a couple of hundred . £100,000 £200

Bribing Jason - TBH I love protective Rob, his heart was in the right place (again) and let’s be real no one wanted to see Aaron hurt.  But he didn’t bribe Jason because he didn’t believe in Aaron so thanks for making this clear, it’s just THEY ARE SO IN LOVE still. WHEN ARE THEY BACK TOGETHER THE STRUGGLE IS REAL?!? £5000

GRAND TOTAL - £180,459.50

And here it is in handy excel spreadsheet converted into multiple currencies because i’m cool like that. 

*not at all definitive 

#robert sugden #Robron #aaron dingle #emmerdale #i hope i didnt forget anything #thisiswhatrealmoneylookslike #definitive guide

[lifeisbeautiful-believeinlove]

So I’m gonna tell you how it all happened!!!!! @coldplay I remember hearing them first I guess I was about eight or nine and I heard clocks at a party. I didn’t know who they were or the band themselves but I really really loved the piano hook I don’t know it seems really special. In 2012 thanks to the iHeartRadio music Festival I got to know them a little more, and that was how I started loving them in an ever-growing manner. I knew I would do everything on my hands to see them live one day, because I truly wanted to go to their beautiful concerts. I got the idea of playing clocks with them on the piano when I learned the song this January, but I knew it was absolutely crazy and just a fantasy, a fiction dream. But when this guy from Germany Ferdinand play everglow on the piano at concert I thought if he can why can’t I!! And ClockZ was my absolute masterpiece idea. Because I had been playing it constantly for six months. For my birthday June 15 my parents surprised me with tickets to the a head full of dreams world tour in San Diego California. I was hyper happy and I couldn’t believe I would see them finally. So that was when my project started to bloom in my mind. I started sending emails and emails to newspapers, organizations and in the end people, employees of the band who went on tour with them. I Got a no from an employee saying she always got those requests and that couldn’t happen at every show. and that evening was very sad for me because I had been making efforts for example posting a video petition on Instagram detailing my case, telling them how I can’t see and I’ve been playing the piano for 10 years and it was my highest dream with them. I got pretty sad but I kept knocking on doors until I got a yes. On Saturday, September 30th, I was in a farm, it was the least expected place where I would get good news. This woman whose name I had never heard of emailed me saying she was from Warner and she had heard about my request, she wanted to know if it was legit. She wanted to verify if I was real because they got millions of requests. So I gave her my social media my Instagram, Twitter and Facebook. Eventually I gave her my phone number, because she asked me if we could jump on a call on Sunday. I was in a farm with poor mobile signal but the lucky call got through!!! :-) And I was scared but yes she turned out to be real!!! She told me that she wanted to invite me and my family to the concert rehearsal where I would get to play clocks with the band, and I was like oh my God I was kind of screaming!!! :-) The week went on with me giving her all the info she needed, our names and ages because I went with my mom and a couple cousins, and the lovely person asked me if I needed a specific piano to play or if I would be fine with any instrument, I couldn't hold it back to say any piano is fine but if I could play with Chris's it would be absolutely epic😂😂😂😆 so I deleted everything in my storage memory to record the show and Sunday, October 8, the desired date came. She literally told me about eight times if I would be able to make it at 2:30 PM and I always said yes but she asked me a lot of times to make sure. We are arrived at 2 PM to the stadium where they receive does with bags of merchandise and VIP passes I cannot believe I'm saying this. We greeted people from management and producers OMG and they took us to the VIP hall where we stayed for a couple hours. Management told us they would be there in about 20 minutes but things were running late so we waited a little longer and then… The door got opened and the management person said are you ready guys? And I burst into joyful screams!!!!! We were taken to the center of the stadium and it was beautifully decorated with flowers and lots of colorful stuff. The bassist guy started playing and Donnie the guitarist followed along and I couldn't believe I was witnessing this much less in person because of rehearsals are so private and no one gets to see it. My fear and nervousness came to a blast when they told me they wanted me on stage already. They had said probably I would play in the end but this was just the beginning and I truly wasn't expecting that. I wished so so badly I could practice again but I had practiced lots of times before. So they gave me these fabulous in ear monitor headphones so that I could hear everything without echo and without knowing it I met the head of security, the comanager, the radio frequencies engineer and they introduce me to the bands production manager, they were so so so gentle and respectful, completely kind and cheerful. When Chris started playing the piano I couldn't hold back my screams I knew I didn't have to because it was a rehearsal but I truly could not!!! The rest of the guys joined in and it was a wonderful private performance of "for you" The shiver B side. So I truly could not believe it was in front of me when Chris got close to a personal level and said hi guys hi Michelle… At the same time he was saying it's Chris I s creamed then I couldn't even hear it because I already knew it was him for sure, his voice can't be confused with anything else!!!! It's so deep, beautiful, original and recognizable. We hugged it was surreal and he introduced me to the other members, Will, Joni and guy, and then he asked me so Michelle you are going to play clocks with us right? And I died in incredulousness. I could not believe he was saying this and then he goes… Come on, follow me. And he started guiding me with his arm to the stage in the most beautiful way possible, it seemed like he knew me for a lifetime, he was so considerate and he told me every time when there was a step ahead!!! Seriously this story seems like taken out of a fantasy movie or a fairytale. So he showed me the stool in the piano, OMG the piano. The most beautiful thing my hands have ever touched. Just buy touch I could know what a fine quality it was. When I started playing in the sound came through the speakers, these huge fantastic loudspeakers, the moment was pure magical!!!!! Purely incredible I can't describe to you guys how cool the piano was, decorated with flowers it was Chris's piano as I have dreamt of before!!! He tapped on my shoulder from time to time signaling when my time would come although I already knew but with his shoulder taps I realized how subtle and lightweight his hands are, they are beautiful I am speechless. He played with me and improvised also solo, they gave me my solo time and I felt how incredible amazing it was to shine with the brightest stars my skies ever seen😊😊😊😍😍😍 and when I finished he said absolutely perfect OK I'm going home you're doing it tonight😭😭😭 when we were done they rehearsed life is beautiful, this song for my country Mexico three times and we heard it exclusively the instrumental three times before anyone else before it was debuted at tonight's concert. They have the delicateness to go and say goodbye to me and my family when the rehearsal was over and they told me it was beautifully played, Chris said it was special😍😍😍 The show was completely unforgettable seriously the best one I have ever watched, ever. They throw confetti and fireworks and fire and I could see it all, I could SEE it all!!! Because I was almost in the nosebleeds at the very back end of the stadium and management upgrade at us to seats 20 m from the stage and my eyes could capture all that amazing information, it wouldn't have been possible had my previous seat location and they made it happen even they didn't know😍😍😍. In the middle of the show I didn't want to get spoilers so that everything would be a surprise, and they were playing the intro for clocks in electric guitar and I didn't know they would play that song, so right before the piano kicked in, to the rhythm of the intro, Chris said so lovingly and cutely"Michelle, Michelle!" And right there at the piano kicked in😍😍😍 I died again and probably I haven't woken up from that yet because it extinguished all the sanity left in me. I don't know what that man was attempting to do but maybe one day I sue him for trying to kill me😂😂😂 it was no doubt the best day of my existence guys and I am so proud to share with you all this amazing story. The sound and the site was something I will never forget, the fireworks were so colorful, the songs, the energy , the vibe there humbleness I have no words they've made my dreams come true in such beautiful reality and I will never be able to thank them enough💖💖💖 these are the greatest Christmas presents ever🎁🎁🎁

#coldplay #a head full of dreams tour #ahfodtour #music #rock

[serensama]

Happy Birthday Choi Boys

Just a quick, last minute Birthday HC for our favourite twins. 

How do the Choi Boys celebrate their birthday?

This includes some profanity :) 

Saeyoung:

-       Saeyoung was up at 11:59pm the night before.

-       As soon as the clock struck 12 he tried to jump on the bed and scream out the ‘Happy Birthday’ song, only to have been beaten by his fiancé.

-       MC quickly turned around and blew a small, red party horn in his face.

“Happy Birthday baby!” she cried out with her arms held up to the ceiling.

-       The red head was stunned for a whole minute until the beginnings of a smile formed on his face. MC took out another party horn for him and the two started to blow the noise makers, alternating turns, as they jumped up and down on the bed like children.

-       Saeyoung darted out of their bedroom and crashed into his brother’s room; the younger twin sprawled out over the bed, his covers mussed all over the place. The ex-hacker dove onto his sleeping sibling, causing the latter to scream out in shock as MC bounced up and down on her knees at the foot of the bed.

-       Once his brother stopped screaming in fear, he started screaming in anger for them to get the hell out, (“You bunch of crazy shits! Get the fuck out of my room. My birthday doesn’t start until I say it does and I refuse to share it with you, Jackass! GET OUT AND LET ME SLEEP… MC if you blow that horn one more time…”)

-       Suffice it to say, she did.  

-       The younger man leapt up to tackle MC only to receive a pillow to the face.

-       “TRADITIONAL BIRTHDAY PILLOW FIGHT!!!” Saeyoung screamed, one pillow in each hand like some fearsome, duel wielding warrior. Saeran growled as he got up, glaring daggers at his brother. “That’s not a thing. That’s not a tradition we have. We have no birthday traditions.” “WE DO NOW!” he challenged as he raised a pillow into the air to whack his brother with. However, Saeyoung unexpectedly fell forward when MC, who was now wise to her lover’s antics, threw in a sneak attack.

-       The twins looked at each other and for once were in complete agreeance. No one got to be sneakier than them on their birthday, especially not during Birthday Pillow Fight time.

-       The three ran around the house, swatting at each other with their pillows- the fine feather stuffing littering the ground wherever they went.

-       It ended up as a three-way Mexican standoff around the dining table; Saeyoung armed with a pillow and a rubber ducky he had somehow picked up along the way, Saeran with a cushion and tea towel he twirled menacingly- ready to snap at anyone who moved… and MC… one slipper in one hand and a body pillow far too big to be of any use to her whatsoever in the other….

-       As they stood there, inching one way and then retreating to the other, MC looked over to both men, still eyeing each other off intensely- looking to exploit any weakness. “So… Cake?”

-       The two turned to her and received a smack with the slipper and the ridiculously large body pillow.

-       MC dropped her weapons and made a beeline to the kitchen.

-       There on the counter was a giant (obviously homemade) cake with yellow and pink candy letters that spelt out,

“Happy Birthday to the best twins ever. And yes, you are my favourite.”

-       They spent the next five minutes arguing who was the favourite as MC ran out to gather their presents. The two looked at the presents in her hands and quickly shut up… presents? For them both? Who cared who was the favourite? They had presents! “For the record, it’s obvious that I’m the favourite Saeran-” “And why is that? Because you’re marrying her? That just proves she pities you more.” “MC! SAERAN IS BEING A JERK!” “Saeran! Apologise to your brother!” “See… told you I was the favourite!” “Saeyoung! Stop being a jerk to my favourite!” “Told ya.” “MC~!”

-       After their third slice of cake the trio found their way on the couch, rubbing their tummies and bemoaning how tired and old they were all getting.

-       They fell asleep with MC in Saeyoung’s arms and Saeran leaning his head against his future sister in law’s shoulder.

-       Saeyoung was the first to wake up and survey the scene before him- Saeran with chocolate smeared on the corner of his mouth and his perfect fiancé resting peacefully in his arms- he knew he already had the best birthday present of all. His happy little family.

-       He let his thumb trace MC’s sleeping features, a small smile of contentment on his face.

-       Pulling it out, and putting it between his lips- he freaking blew the party horn again.

-       MC and Saeran woke up in a panic to the howling Saeyoung, rolling about the couch.  

-       The other two squinted their eyes at him and were on him in the blink of an eye, slapping at him and pinching at any bared skin. He was sure his brother gave him a wedgie… well more like he tried… but he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

-       Saeyoung cackled at the sound of utter horror his baby brother emitted.

-       After becoming black and blue from their playful smacks, he called for a timeout and heaved his fiancé over his shoulder and back to his room- his younger brother pulling a disgusted face before laying back down on the couch to get some more sleep.

-       Saeyoung sat at the end of their bed, MC upon his lap, her arms and legs encircled around him. She gently placed her forehead against his and smiled before leaning in to steal his mouth for a birthday kiss.

-       “Happy Birthday, my darling,” she whispered against his lips as they pulled apart, her fingers idly twirling in his messy locks. “Hmmm,” he hummed happily, drunk from the euphoria he had just experienced, “best birthday ever!” he proclaimed as he drew the curtain of hair away from his lover’s face.

-       “It’s not done yet ‘Youngie!” she chirped, wriggling about on his lap, “We still have tonight’s party at that BBQ restaurant Jumin booked out for us… I have no idea why he chose it- as if that man has ever cooked his own meat…” “He’s probably going to get Jaehee to cook it for him…” “Who are you to judge, Mr “I almost burnt down the kitchen making grilled cheese-” “Hey in my defence-” “No defence! You had put the whole sandwich in the toaster and it was on fire-”

“It still tasted good.”

-       MC groaned as she pushed Saeyoung back against the mattress, straddling him- her giant grin contradicting the puff of annoyance she made. “My point is- smart ass- your birthday has only just begun! You can’t possibly know it’s going to be the best one ever-” “Yes I can,” he answered assuredly, locking his hands around her waist, drawing her down towards him. “Oh, how can you?” she asked as she aligned herself upon him, her arms folded under her chin, resting on his chest. “Because… I started the day with you. I started the day laughing with you. Laughing with my brother. I never thought I would have that… it’s already the best birthday ever,” he replied quietly, a look of calm washing over his face.

-       MC beamed up at him before launching herself at him and assaulting his mouth with her own. “Let’s not forget… birthday boy gets to choose all the games we play today…” she teased. “Ahhh any game?” he chuckled, turning them over so she was pinned underneath him. Her smile widened as she nodded, her teeth worrying her bottom lip in excitement.

“So, if I wanted to play a game… naked in bed… you would play with me?” he asked as he bent down to nip at her exposed throat and collarbones. MC giggled her response as she automatically spread her legs so he could lay in between them. “That’s awesome! We can play naked Snap then!” he jeered as he got up to find the deck of cards.

“Oh… oh yay…Snap.”

-       Best. Birthday. Ever.

  Saeran:

-       “Honey! Happy-” “Don’t say it MC-” “But I just greeted your brother-” “Good for both of you- but seriously, don’t.”

-       Birthdays were always a hard time for Saeran. He had never had a good birthday in his entire life- why start now? It was just another crappy day, so why not treat it like another crappy day?

-       “What would you like to do?” his girlfriend asked him for the thousandth time that week. He knew she was trying to be thoughtful but all it did was grate on his nerves and if she didn’t stop soon, they’d have an argument. He took a deep breath in and stilled his emotions- she was trying to be nice, don’t repay kindness with ungratefulness.

-       “Honestly babe, I wanna go out to the park and go for a quiet walk- it would be nice if you came along, but it’s cool if you don’t. Then I wanna go and get something simple to eat- you know I’m not going to that damn restaurant Han booked. That’s going to end with him and Pretty Boy fighting and Saeyoung recording it and laughing like an idiot… I just… I just wanna chill,” he answered earnestly as his hands swept through his newly dyed pastel locks.

-       MC smiled and nodded, if that’s what he wanted- then that’s what he would get. Who was she to tell him how to spend his birthday?

-       She let him stay in bed as she delivered breakfast to him… a stack of pancakes with a lit pink and white candle, standing proudly in the middle.

-       Saeran looked up at her and bit back a smile- the woman was tenacious- he would give her that. Licking his fingers, the man pinched at the flickering flame before tucking into his breakfast.

-       After eating, MC joined him in the shower, enjoying the feel of her hands roaming over his body- massaging out the knots and tender spots over his neck and shoulders. Her nimble fingers combing at his wet scalp. Her body against his as they hugged under the warm spray of water.

-       When he was drying his hair, he didn’t notice her pop out of the bathroom, only to reappear with a cupcake and the same small candle from before- peeking out from under a pile of icing.

-       Saeran gave her a withering look before he pointed the hairdryer towards the flame and extinguished it.

-       The walk in the park was just what he wanted- the sky was blue and the clouds the perfect mix of wispy and puffy. He would look up and call out the different shapes he saw, “Oh! There’s Yoosung!” “Where?” “Up in the sky… see that one, the small, wimpy looking cloud- there he is. He just died in LOLOL…” “That’s one freaking specific cloud ‘Ran-Ran.” “Oh! And there’s one of The Idiot running after Han’s cat…” “Huh?”

“The stupidly shaped cloud over there trailing after the smaller stupider looking cloud?” “They all look the same…”

“That’s because everyone is stupid.” “Ahh… yes… how silly of me…”

-       MC spotted a man selling ice-cream and excused herself, rushing off to leave her man on the park bench- as he glared at anyone who thought it was a good idea to sit down beside him.

-       Shuffling back excitedly she came up to him with her hands behind her back, a proud smile spread across her face. Saeran stared up at her, his eyes slightly squinted as his gaze moved up and down her body. “I swear MC… if you’ve put that damned candle in my ice-cream…”

-       MC’s smile faltered as she revealed both cones, one with the same dejected candle. She looked away from him with a very visible pout on her lips as she blew out the flame. Huffing as she pulled out the small pink and white candle and put it back into her pocket, she handed him his mint chocolate chip ice cream cone.

-       As the day wore on with them still on the same park bench, Saeran was half asleep with his head perched upon his lover’s lap, her fingertips softly trailing swirling patterns at his temples and upon his brow as she read a book. The heat of the afternoon sun warmed him to his bones as a lazy, happy feeling coursed through his veins. This was perfect. Just, perfect.

-       He turned his head and nuzzled at MC’s stomach, eliciting an amused chuckle from his girlfriend… and then a loud rumble from her belly.

-       One eye snapped open to peer up at her, her face plastered with shock and her cheeks brighter than his brother’s hair.

-       He laughed. He laughed and laughed and laughed.

-       It wasn’t even that funny but- he couldn’t stop laughing.

-       So, this is what it feels like, to be happy- for no reason… it’s nice.

-       Finding a quiet restaurant, the two huddled into the corner and picked off each other’s plates. He caught MC as she tried to smuggle the sad little pink and white candle off to one of the waitresses and his unimpressed look was all she needed to look sheepish and put the thing back into her pocket where it belonged (or the trash can if it were up to him).

-       They walked back home, Saeran’s arm draped nonchalantly over her shoulder, his fingers playing with the ends of her hair. As the setting sun’s colours danced over her skin, he smiled and held her to him even closer before he pressed a kiss to her temple and grinned into her hair. It truly is nice.

-       Stripped down to their underwear with MC in yet another one of his stolen shirts- they both crawled into bed and just stared at each other.

-       “Thank you,” he rasped as his hand ran over the dip in her waist. She looked at him and gave him a confused smile. “For what?” “For not pushing the whole birthday thing on me too much… and… and for trying to push the whole birthday thing on me too… maybe, maybe next year we can do something…” he trailed off, his cheeks burning in the darkness of their room. He was absolutely convinced he was practically glowing with embarrassment.

-       MC smiled as she pushed herself up to rest on her knees before she crawled over to the edge and picked something up from her bedside table. The sound of a lighter clicked and a bright blue flame turned orange… and that little pink and white candle was once again brought to life.  

-       “Make a wish baby,” she whispered, her face illuminated by the soft light, her kind (always so kind) smile and sweet eyes radiating with so much love Saeran could feel his throat close up against his will.

-       Scooting up the bed so his back rested against the headboard, Saeran crossed his arms and threw her one more apathetic look. At the sight of her waning smile he let out a bark of laughter before leaning in, looking up into her eyes and smiling- blowing out the candle.

-       “What did you wish for?” she asked after a minute of silence as they sat in the dark again.

-       Saeran smiled as he reached out for her again, yanking her back down to lay against his chest.

“I wished that I could have eaten that cupcake from this morning. That shit looked tasty as hell,” he joked, wincing as she slapped him gently across the chest.

-       You. I wished for you. To do this again next year. And then the next year. And the one after that. Forever.

-       …. And the cupcake too.

-       Because it was his birthday- it was the day to be selfish after all, right?

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