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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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hi pookie can I get an mcyt with reader that bakes?? Like they'll just come in on stream and give mcyts a fucking platter of baked goods lol

-🎀 anon

oooo yes omg!! thank you 🎀 anon! <3 got the whole gang in here for this one LOL

MCYT ; "in my baker era"

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, foolish gamers, slimecicle, karl jacobs, & cellbit

warnings ; language, mentions of drugs

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

"Hi y/n- oh, thank you, darling!'

literally has the widest smile on his face

shows off the goods to the stream

"do these have any drugs in them? me n charlie are trying to sell drugs, y/n. we need more stock"

you hear charlie screaming through tommys headphones, "we need the grain, y/n! we need THE GRAIN"

bro is munching away on those cookies holy shit

he feeds chat as well dw

TUBBO

"Oh, hi y/n/n. wh- ohmygosh, thank you!"

smiles and gives you a little hug before showing off the goodies to stream & his friends

"look what y/n made me! I can't wait to try these" He smiles looking back at you

"new recipe, tell me if you like them"

"will do!"

he gives you a thumbs up as he shoves his mouth full of the cupcakes

safe to say he's a fan of the birthday cake flavored cupcakes

RANBOO

"Hey babe! Oh, thank you!"

does a whole 360 of the plate for chat 💀💀💀💀

"Oh my God, these are so fucking good"

"guys, y/ns in their baking era. can you write an album about that? please become Taylor swift for us"

"BAHHAHAHAH"

literally takes a picture as per usual and posts it to Twitter LMAO

he gets some fans to send you recipes you should try for a serious baking stream LMAO

BADLINU

"Hey love- oh, hi!"

all smiles and shit, he swears you have a sixth sense to know when people are hungry

"guys, y/n made me some bisexuality cake!" He giggles, showing off the tri-colored cake on the plate

he was making a video with harry, tubbo & tommy so everyone had their facecams on

it was like a three tier cake you made and cut out a slice for him

the inside was just the bi flag and the outside was plain white with some fun icing piper testing

he tries it and it's SO MOIST AND SOFT IT IS PERFECT.

there's just 5 raw minutes of him telling you how amazing this fucking cake is LMAO

QUACKITY

"Hey, I'm streaming ba- ohmyfuckinggodthankyou!!"

does a 360 of the plate for the camera

"Holy shit these look so fucking good, thank you so much, y/n"

he's literally just streaming on the qsmp with roeir and fit and he like games and eats the damn cookies at the same time LMFAO

"Dude I feel like I'm high, these are so good, what's in this shit?"

"cocaine"

"WHAT!? DID YOU JUST DRUG ME? GUYS, MY PARTNER DRUGGED ME, HELP"

you're just playing into the bit dw

best red velvet cookies he's ever eaten

CELLBIT

"Hey darling, what's up?"

you hand him the little strawberry shortcake and he just looks at you like 😍😍

turns to his stream and shoves the plate up to the camera all happy like "Oh my God look what they made for me!"

he eats the entirety of it on stream and asks you a bunch of questions

like how you made it, where you found the recipe, etc

he shares it with you too 💔🫶

NIHACHU

"Hi honey! Ooo, what's this called?"

"Chocolate mousse. it's a little thick because it's my first time making it but let me know if it's good"

she holds that little glass like it's her child

she tries it with a tiny spoon you gave her and she's like "oh my God this is amazing, y/n/n"

shows it off to the friends she's streaming with too

"send them more recipes guys, I wanna be spoiled with sweets!"

"thank you nikis viewers!! love you all"

FOOLISH GAMERS

when I tell you this man's face LIGHTS UP.

"you made me fudge? oh my God! I love you"

literally spends the next 15 minutes talking to you and gobbling the fudge down

"since when do you make fudge??"

"since I wanted to try" you shrug

"you should totally make some more... when you're not busy and if you want to!"

"Thank you y/n! everyone say thank you!"

KARL JACOBS

"Hi babe! Oh my God, thank you!!"

literally jumping around

you made him a chocolate cake, and the icing was multicolored and you made sure to make it like karl themed basically

it was so cute omg

"guys!! look what they made me, I love my partner so fucking much!"

gives you multiple kisses before he gulps it down lmaooo

SLIMECICLE

"Oh, hi y/n! thank you so much"

does a 360 for stream

"when did you find time to make this? I thought you were at work????"

"special treat" you shrug

you watch him run across the qsmp and go to ems bakery to sit inside and eat it 😭

he keeps you on stream for a while cause chat loves you n stuff 🫶🫶

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momowritings · 6 months

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Secret Wish

Mostly fluff but gets suggestive at the end… this was a birthday post I’m moving from ao3 to here.

“Okayyy. Promise not to laugh,” you warned. You stood on your tiptoes behind Shouta, teetering side to side as you kept your hands over his eyes. He let out a short chuckle but went along with your whims. You guided him until he nearly bumped into the dining table where you muttered an apology and helped him sit down. You removed your hands from his eyes but told him to keep them closed or else .

Shouta dutifully kept his eyes shut for the sake of what you had planned. He heard you shuffling around him, glasses clinking together, utensils hitting the table, chairs being pushed back. He almost gave in to take a peek but he heard you clear your voice.

“Open!”

He slowly peeled open his eyes and staring back at him was a heartfelt yet lopsided chocolate cake. It was two tiers, one side sliding into the plate beneath it, with white piping that tried its best to add some dimension. On the top of it there was some lettering that Aizawa had a hard time reading since it was a poor attempt to write in cursive with too thin of icing. You watched his eyebrows knit together and chuckled. “It says ‘For my Sleepy Scorpio’. Making a cake is a lot harder than it seems,” you nervously giggled.

The single candle in the center of the cake flickered in the low lighting. Shouta hadn’t said anything since he opened his eyes and you began to feel nervous. What if he secretly hated chocolate? Was the actively falling cake too ugly to maintain a pretense? You didn’t even know what you did wrong for that to happen. Maybe the flowers were an overkill, but guys should be romanced as well, right? You dug a deep mental hole in which you wished you could jump into until Shouta finally came to.

“This is for me?” He asked quietly.

“What? Of course it is! It’s officially been your birthday for…” you looked behind him to view the time on the wall, “Two minutes! Happy birthday, old man.”

“You remembered my birthday?” He said in a faraway voice. Your gaze softened and you walked to Shouta’s side. Even sitting down he was still shoulder height to you. Gently pulling his head to your chest you began to stroke his hair.

“You’re one of the most important people in my life right now, Shouta. Not Erasure Head the pro hero, not Mr. Aizawa the teacher, but Shouta. The one who seems to attract cats like you’re Snow White. The one who can fall asleep anytime, anywhere. The one who’s surprisingly a good cook.”

“Surprisingly?” His voice rumbled across your body and you paused running your hand on his head for a short moment.

“I figured you wouldn’t stay up on your feet for that long if you didn’t have to. You also have a surprising knack at sewing.”

“You know how many costumes I’ve torn through? It’s sometimes easier to just fix it myself,” he sighed, booking his arm around your waist. “And I enjoy cooking because of you,” he mumbled. Your heart fluttered from the statement and you was sure he could hear it racing. You looked at the dancing candle and rested your head on his.

“I hope we spend many more birthdays together,” you murmured. “I want us to go well into our nineties, hundreds even.”

“My knees won’t last that long.”

“I’m sure that cyborg surgery will be a thing by then so don’t worry about that,” you whispered and pressed a kiss on his head. “Go ahead, make a wish.”

Shouta pulled you into his lap and you dragged the plate with the cake closer to him. He watched the flame bounce around and held you even closer to his body. He leaned forward and blew out the candle without any flourish and then both watched the curling smoke in silence.

“Happy birthday, love. I’m glad I got to celebrate it with you first,” you held his face with both hands and placed a kiss on his lips.

“Again,” he muttered, and you grinned into his lips again. You peppered his whole face with kisses and Shouta hummed contentedly.

“What did you wish for?” You asked slyly. You cut out a rather large piece of cake for the both of you to share and Shouta glanced up at you.

“Isn’t that supposed to be a secret?”

“Woww so you’re keeping secrets between us?”

Shouta snorted and picked up a fork to feed you a piece of cake. You fed each other back and forth, and he sang praises for your cake despite the outward appearance.

“People still love the leaning tower of Pisa, so I can enjoy my little mudslide cake” he teases.

“Mudslide?!”

You both sat in the near darkness for hours, talking about anything that came to mind, and Shouta put his head in your chest again.

“Thank you. I’m actually enjoying my birthday for once.”

“Don’t thank me yet, there’s still more to come,” you used your thumb to clean off icing from the corner of your mouth and smiled.

“You already know that Mic has something planned for you and we’re gonna have to see what it is.”

“He’s always ruining my plans,” he groaned.

“And what would that be?”

“Wanna see?” He suddenly got up, gripping your thighs tightly and leading them into his bedroom.

“I still have presents for you!”

“I’m about to open one right now,” he smirked, and he closed the door behind him.

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dingusfreakhxrrington · 2 years

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HIIIII I'M SO HAPPY YOU DECIDED TO DO THIS FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY

It's very hobbit-like lol, you prepare gifts for others on your birthday!

Can I ask you a fluff thing (I can't find the emoji) with Eddie? Prompt: he had a bad day because of any reason and Reader, who's an awesome cook, bake him a cake to make him feel better (not me projecting because I love baking for others).

Obv only if you want! Take care dear :3

Something Sweet

pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader

summary: eddie has a bad day so you decide to bake him a cake

warnings: minor mention of drugs, food, pure fluff, swearing

word count: 697

a/n: aha, it is very hobbit-like. i just thought it would be a good excuse to do something fun! i'm sorry this request took a little while but thank you for the prompt, i had fun writing this 🤍

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It had been a very bad day.

First, he was late for class. Then, he failed a paper, one he would only get one more chance at before missing out on graduating for another year.

Then, he realised he’d forgotten his lunch and didn’t have enough cash on him to go buy something so he had to go hungry until the end of the day.

The thing that hit hardest was that Jason had started on him, nothing unusual there, but when he yelled profanities back he was the one being dragged to detention, not perfect little Carver.

He was supposed to be meeting you after school. He’d told you he’d come and get you after class but now he had to stay behind for a two-hour detention after also being caught with a couple of joints in his pocket. Thankfully, the teacher had just confiscated them and hadn’t threatened to involve the local cops.

He’d only just managed to grab Dustin in the hall to tell him to go and find you and tell you that he’ll come to yours instead once he was a free man again.

All in all, it had been a pretty shitty day.

You were in the kitchen when you heard a knock at your front door and quickly pried your eyes away from the oven.

“I’ll get it!” you called out as you began running through your house to open the door.

Eddie sported that same wide smile that always adorned his face around you but you could tell from his eyes alone that he was exhausted. The day had drained him but now it was finally over and he was with you.

He exchanged a short greeting with your parents as you began to drag him towards the stairs and then up to your room.

“Wait here.”

Before he could even open his mouth to speak you were hurrying away again, skipping off down the stairs to check on the surprise you had been baking him.

You were sure he could smell the cake the moment he came in and you knew the smell would definitely reach him all the way up in your room even now as you opened the oven and pulled it out.

Once you set it on the side to cool, you began to prepare the icing and, within a few short minutes, the cake was ready. It was chocolate — his favourite — and covered in as equally as chocolatey, thick, goopy icing.

“Ta-da!” you exclaimed as you re-entered the room, carrying the cake over to where he sat at the end of your bed.

His brown eyes widened as he suddenly grew hungry, already craving the taste of your effortlessly sweet baking.

“Y-You baked this whole thing for me?”

“Um-hum,” you hummed through a smile, “I know you’ve had a bad day and I thought this would cheer you up.”

He returned your smile as you sat down beside him, placing the cake between the two of you as you passed him a fork.

“Try not to get it all over my bed?”

“No promises,” he spoke through an already full mouth before shoving more cake inside.

You chuckled and tried some of the cake yourself, satisfied that you had managed to make it up to your usual standard even in the short time you’d had to prepare everything before he arrived.

By the time an empty plate with a few crumbs was all that remained of the cake, the two of you were lying down side-by-side on your bed with your hands resting against your full bellies.

You’d eaten so much you felt like you were going to burst but you were more than happy to see that Eddie’s mood had brightened up.

“I love you, you know?”

You turned your head to look at him with a chuckle. “You mean you love my cakes.”

He too chuckled under his breath before shuffling along so that his head was closer to you. “I do but I mean it, I really fucking love you.”

You reached out to take his hand, entwining his fingers with yours. “Yeah, I know. I really fucking love you too.”

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demonbanisher · 2 years

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Some soft sad for Harry’s birthday 💫 TW: past emotional child abuse and neglect

The first year Harry moved in with Sirius and Remus felt surreal. Harry was focused on enjoying every minute of it because he was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. For something else to happen that would drag his godfathers back out of his life.

But it hadn’t happened yet, and so on his birthday he found himself not at Privet Drive but still at Grimmauld Place with a tall cake slathered in icing being placed in front of him, adorning with glittering candles and magical font that was writing and unwriting Happy Birthday Harry!

And he remembered that first cake from Hagrid. How no matter how squashed it had been it had been absolutely perfect. No amount of spelling errors could replace the fact that it was his. Sure, there were egg shells in the batter and the icing was so sweet you could feel the granules of sugar gritting against your teeth, but it was the first time in a long time that anyone thought he was deserving of something sweet.

For years, Harry had watched birthdays from the other room. Salivated over fancy bakery cakes that he would only get to taste by trying to discreetly lick any crumbs off the plates before putting them in the dishwasher. He watched glittering presents be unwrapped over and over again and every moment was a silent reminder to him ‘you are not worthy of this.’

But then Hogwarts happened, and after years of loneliness he had friends. He had family. It all felt so overwhelming to find somewhere that he finally belonged. To finally have a home and parents who cared for him and loved him. In some ways, Voldemort made it easier. Voldemort was evil and cruel. Voldemort hated him. Voldemort wanted to destroy him. Voldemort believed he wasn’t worthy. Voldemort was familiar. The pain and fear of fighting for his life was comfortable. The joy and comfort of being loved was terrifying because what if one day they woke up and realized the Dursley’s had been right all along?

Harry’s hands shook as he tried to hold them steady in his lap. The wax was pooling off the candles and onto the cake. His godfathers looked at him expectantly.

“Are you going to blow out the candles love?” Sirius asked.

And Harry did, in five slow shaky breaths because he didn’t want to disappoint them.

“Did you make a wish?” Remus asked as he reached for the plates.

Harry nodded. Please don’t let this end.

Remus started to slice up the cake and passed the full plates around. Once Harry had his in front of him, he just stared at it. Unable to bring himself to eat.

“Something wrong love?” Sirius asked. “Remus wanted to do chocolate but I convinced him that you’d prefer cherry chip. Wrong choice? I can whip up a new one or we could run out to a bakery and get you something else?”

Harry squeezed his eyes shut, fighting against the tears that were threatening to push their way past his eyelids. “You didn’t have to.”

“It’s your birthday love,” Remus said softly. “Everyone deserves cake on their birthday.”

Harry opened and closed his mouth. His head aching from all the thoughts and feelings that were screaming for attention, that were screaming to be believed. “But cake is,” Harry stopped himself. His aunt’s voice ringing in his ears. Cake is for good boys.

“Harry?” Sirius said, pushing up from his chair now to kneel next to his grandson.

Harry’s breath came out in short rattling breaths, panic swirling around him, and he was hyperaware that he was ruining it. That he was making a mess of what was supposed to be a nice day between the three of them. He forced a trembling hand to scoop up a slice of cake but he was shaking so bad that it fell to the floor before he could get it to his mouth.

“I’m sorry,” Harry said as he fell to his knees to start cleaning the cake up off the floor, using the edge of his shirt to do so. “I’m so sorry. Cake is only for good boys. I shouldn’t have - I don’t get to - I’ll go to my room.”

“Harry,” Sirius said, as he moved to sit in front of him again, now with Remus at his side. “You don’t have to be good to deserve cake or a birthday or presents. You don’t have to be good to deserve anything. Our love doesn’t have to be earned.”

Harry stopped furiously cleaning the hardwood for a moment. “Y-you got me presents?”

“Of course dear, do you want to open them now?”

Harry’s eyes flashed back to the cake on the table and he watched them fill with fear again.

“You don’t have to choose,” Sirius told him. “We can finish cake first and then do presents if you want.”

Remus reached out slowly to rest his hand on Harry’s knee, watching carefully for any flinch or sign of discomfort. “You get both darling. You’ll always get both from now on.”

Harry reached up and wiped the traitorous tears off his face. Good boys weren’t supposed to cry either. Unless you were Dudley, then you could cry all you wanted.

“Do you want to have your cake now love?” Sirius asked.

Harry nodded and got up to go back to his seat. Sirius and Remus went slowly, trading off taking bites of their own slices so that Harry had all the time he needed. At first, he moved his fork slowly towards the plate before shovelling the bite into his mouth as if he was scared of getting caught. Eventually, he settled down into a calmer rhythm, methodically making his way through the slice of cake.

“Would you like another slice?” Sirius asked when he finished.

“No, that was perfect. Thank you,” Harry replied, but Sirius didn’t miss the way his eyes flashed to the cake and made a mental note to try again after presents.

Harry had a hard time with presents too. He couldn’t seem to stop crying no matter how hard he tried. He seemed in a constant war with himself between wanting to run and hide every gift away before someone could take it and assuring his godfathers that he didn’t need it and they could return it if they wanted to. Sirius and Remus never yelled, never got frustrated, they just simply told him over and over again that they’d bought them for him and the items only had to be returned if Harry wanted to pick out something else.

When asked what he wanted to do next, Harry managed to sheepishly ask if they could watch one of the new Muggle movies that Remus had gotten for him. Drained and emotionally exhausted, Harry was asleep fifteen minutes into the film. Sirius simply turned the volume down and pulled another blanket over him.

“I’m going to kill them,” he said quietly to Remus.

“Remember how many times I said that about your parents love?”

Sirius deflated.

“I know you want them to hurt as badly as Harry is hurting. I do too, but that anger gets us nowhere. It is right and valid and justified and we’re allowed to feel it, but Harry doesn’t need it. Maybe one day, he’ll transition to being pissed off and mad about the childhood that was stolen from him and he’ll need our anger to stand alongside his, but what he needs right now is your gentleness, Sirius. He needs our kindness and softness because he’s never had that before. He needs to believe he is worthy of good things.”

“I just want to make his hurt go away.”

“Did yours love?”

Sirius paused, feeling that familiar ache flare up inside of his chest. That dark space that still held onto his parents words and beliefs of him no matter how much light he poured into it. It was a stubborn knot of scar tissue that healed in the best way it could. “No,” Sirius said softly.

“But we can make it hurt less. We can try to make it so it isn’t the first thing that he thinks of at the beginning of the day and before he goes to bed and whenever someone tries to do something nice for him. We can try and have our voices in his head be louder than theirs.”

Sirius thought back to his teenage years, in particular to the time right after he’d run away from home. He thought about how hard he’d tried to prove himself to the Potters so they wouldn’t hate him, how often he’d flinched at the sound of broken plates and cups and started apologizing even if he wasn’t the one who dropped it, how often James, or Euphemia, or Fleamont, or Remus had to hold him and assure him that what happened to him wasn’t his fault. That they weren’t going to hurt him the way his parents had. How their voices still lived on in his head even now that so many of them had passed.

“I don’t think I ever said thank you Moons,” Sirius noted as he brushed a lock of hair out of Harry’s face and plucked his glasses off so he wouldn’t break them.

“You don’t have to love. I wasn’t doing anything extraordinary. None of us were. We were just being decent human beings.”

Sirius nodded, watching his godson and remembering what it felt like to be just like him. “It felt extraordinary to me.”

Love after so many years without it feels like fields of flowers finally opening in your chest and there are so many, and they are so unfamiliar, that you think you’re going to suffocate. Then someone shows you how to hold them and you learn for the first time that the whole world can be bouquet.

When it become evident that Harry wasn’t getting up anytime soon, Sirius picked him up in his arms to get him settled somewhere more comfortable. Remus trailing behind him as they moved up the stairs. Sirius laid him in bed and tucked him in gently. He turned to see Remus setting all of Harry’s gifts next to his nightstand so he would be sure in the morning that no one had taken them.

“Happy birthday Harry,” Sirius whispered. “We’re not going anywhere."

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silverhallow · 9 months

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25."That's a good cake."

This is set in the Boulevard of Broken Dreams AU… a follow on from As the World Falls Down

Hope you enjoy

Benedict Bridgerton was good at many things, he was a good artist, he was a good photographer, he was good with a fencing sword and he was good in and on the water but he was not so good at being in the kitchen.

He’d never really needed to be. His mother had cooked for him when he was younger, then Sophie cooked for them since they’d moved in together.

But tonight he wanted to do something special, it had been 6 years since her accident, he’d graduated Uni, she was working on opening her own bakery and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

He’d been to speak to Charlie and Henry to ask their permission and he had it all planned out.

But he was starting to regret his decision to bake his baker girlfriend a cake to place his grandmother’s ring in to ask her to marry him.

It was probably the stupidest idea he’d ever had, well after their argument that had led to her running out of his parents home and being the day he’d nearly lost her forever.

But he wanted to show her that he listened and paid attention when they baked together. He helped regularly with the bakery, adding ingredients for her that she’d already weighed out, added eggs into the batter, and turned on the mixer.

He would help decorate the cupcakes, help make the cookies… everything but it was one of the things Sophie had always said, no one ever made her cake.

No one ever made the baker a cake, she always made her own birthday cakes, so he was determined.

She was in the bakery early, knowing she had a large order to fulfil so he knew today was the right day to do it.

He had her baking books out, all her hand written notes and recipes, the kitchen was a bit of a bomb site as he’d carefully weighed ingredients out, taking out flour when he had too much, but sneezing and sending it everywhere, he knew Sophie would kill him but he just hoped that she’d be back a bit later so that he’d have a chance to clean up.

The cake was done, it was just cooling ready for the decoration and for him to write the words over the top when he heard the door opening. “Honey, I’m home”

“Shit” Benedict swore as he looked around the kitchen, there was still flour everywhere, cake batter sticking to the benches and it looked like the time Hyacinth and Gregory had tried to bake and ended up preparing to have a cake batter fight. “I’ll… I’ll be right out” he called hoping that Sophie would just do her usual, go into the living room, remove her leg after being on her feet all day and wait for him to bring her either a cup of tea or a glass of wine.

He quickly grabbed a cloth and began frantically wiping down the counters as he flicked the kettle on but it seemed the fates were against him, the door to the kitchen opened “I’d like Wine… to…… what the heck happened here?” she said her eyes going wide as she looked around her pride and joy of a kitchen.

“I… baked…” he said lamely

“Did it explode?!” she asked “i mean i should be grateful it's not the ceiling but why did you not ask me to make you something, you know i’d do it…”

“It’s not for me… I made… i made it for you” he said passing her the unfinished cake “i just… haven’t finished”

“You… you made me a cake?” she asked with tears in her eyes

“I did”

“Can I taste it?” she asked “i’ve not eaten all day, i’m starving…”

“It’s… not finished but sure…” he said turning around and grabbing a plate and a knife and cutting her a piece of the cake.

“Thanks” she beamed as she took the slice of chocolate cake and Benedict turned around, rummaging in his pocket, it wasn’t how he’d planned it but something felt right about the moment.

“Oh my god” Sophie moaned as she tried the chocolate cake, doing a little happy dance “that’s a good cake! It’s really goo…oh my god!” she gasped, dropping the plate as she turned around and saw Benedict on one knee.

“I had planned to do this differently, in front of the fire, with the cake spelling it out for me, but this is just… this is perfect. The kitchen is your happy place, it always has been, i baked your cake, the cake you made us when we got together, the cake you made us the first time we made love… the first cake you made us… for every anniversary… the cake that reminds me of how much I love you, so this is just… perfect… it’s simple and just… us… so Sophie Beckett… make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?” he asked, shaking a little as he held the box open and holding his breath.

“Yes! Yes! Oh my god yes!” she squealed, throwing herself at him and kissing him as he slipped the ring onto her finger before they got lost in one another on the floor of the kitchen, despite Benedict being the one to complain it wasn’t hygienic for a change and Sophie giggled “we’ll deal with it later… i’m celebrating”

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redhoodedjaybird · 2 years

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“So like don’t go in the kitchen, I really gotta stop trying to cook cause I made a mess and burnt my attempt at making you a cake. I’ll clean it up… but happy birthday Jaybird! I got you a plate of chocolate frosting because that is the only thing I did not burn.” Yes, it is literally just a plate of chocolate frosting that he tried to write happy birthday on but the layers are already melting into one another. Despite this, he holds it out proudly. (( @roywillharper

Anyone else and Jason might have been a little annoyed at coming home to a mess, but he just couldn’t bring himself to be mad at Roy, a crooked smirk tugging at the corner of Jay’s mouth as he looked at the plate of frosting before letting out a soft chuckle and moving closer.

“You’re a fuckin’ disaster, you know that?” Jay murmured affectionately as he took the the plate and set it down on the nearest flat surface, then returned to Roy, tracing his thumb over his cheek, smearing a little bit of flour that had somehow gotten on his face.

“But you’re my fuckin’ disaster,” he purred, leaning in and giving him a kiss. “Thank you for the birthday frosting. You wanna help me eat it?”

#//omfg this is so cute XD #birthday wishes

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im-constantly-fangirling-backup · 3 years

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Here Comes the Cavalry

REPOST BECAUSE TUMBLR HATES ME

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Swear words

Word Count: ~2.3k

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this, anon! I had a really fun time writing this and I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Charlie's 10th birthday finds itself the center of a showdown between Thomas and his ex-wife over the new woman in his life.

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Being a friend of the Shelby's- didn’t matter how close or distant- was like walking around with a target on your back. But you didn’t mind. As much violence and chaos that the family attracts, and as much as they try to have power over each other, there was a mutual love and respect between every Shelby that you hadn’t seen anywhere else. For example, when Polly found out Tommy had hidden crucial information, she was pissed; but also proud. It was a bit concerning, if you were going to be honest. Even Grace was kept in the loop after the divorce. Once a Shelby, always a Shelby, you supposed. Grace wasn’t involved in the family business at all, but she and the family met occasionally. Although, as time passed on, it was mostly so Charlie could spend time with his father. Grace was now remarried and her visits were far and in between. She drifted apart from all the Shelbys- not that they minded, as her betrayal was still in their minds all those years later. Thomas started to move on from her as well, now very much used to Grace not being a part of his day-to-day life. Today was the day that Grace and Charlie were making a rare visit to the Arrow House for his 10th birthday. Thomas postponed all of his meetings for the entire week to make time for his son, an action that made you smile when you heard Tom tell his clients of his absence. And they call him heartless, you had laughed to yourself. “Ada! How are you doing!” you said, hugging your best friend before walking into the Arrow House. You took off your coat and hung it on the hook next to the door. “Oh I’m doing great sweetheart,” she said. “Auntie Y/NNNNNN!” you heard a little boy’s voice yell from the stairs. The pitter-patter of their feet running across the wooden floor echoed through the large room and made you chuckle. “Hello, Karl!” you kneeled on your knees and opened your arms for Karl, who ran into them and almost made you topple over. “Someone’s excited to see me!” You squeezed him lightly, resting your cheek on his head. You pulled away from him and reached into your purse, grabbing a chocolate bar that you had bought for Karl. “I got you something!” Karl smiled, his cute crooked teeth on display. “Thank you!” He grabbed the bar from your hand and started unwrapping it, running away from you and towards the living room. “Uncle Arthur, look what Auntie Y/N gave me!” he yelled. “What did I say about the chocolate?” Ada chided you. You laughed. “I couldn’t help it Ada,” you defended yourself. “He’s too adorable to not spoil.” In the background, you heard Karl laugh loudly. “You can’t have any Uncle Arthur, it’s for me!” You chuckled and shook your head, looking down at the floor in mock exasperation. The Arrow House would be nothing without the echoes of Karl’s screams bouncing around the walls from time to time. Even Thomas seemed to brighten up a bit more whenever Karl and Ada visited. You supposed it was because his nephew reminded him of his own son that he barely got to see. At the thought of Charlie, you looked up to Ada. “When are Charlie and Grace showing up?” Ada shrugged. “They should be here in a couple of minutes. Why don’t we head to the living room? Tommy bought a shit ton of food for Charlie so we might be able to steal a bit.” _______________________________________________________________________________________ You and Ada made your way into the living room and smiled at the exquisite birthday decorations. There were balloons of every color bunched up every couple of feet around the room, a large birthday banner hanging proud and true on the wall across from the fireplace. “Hello, Y/N. Ada,” Tom said from where he sat on the couch, his elbows on his knees. You smiled at him. “Thomas.” Tom smirked slightly- which was a fucking bright-ass grin when it came to Thomas. “We’ve been over the ‘Thomas’ shit, Y/n/n,” he said, quirking his brow. You chuckled. “We have,” you said. “Tom. ‘S just fun to be all fucking formal.” Tom pat the spot on the couch next to him while Ada left your side, sensing that you two wanted some

time alone. You walked over to Tom and sat next to him. “You excited?” Thomas nodded, his blue eyes brightening slightly. “I hardly get to see Charles anymore. You bet your ass I’m spoiling me boy when he’s here,” he joked. You laughed. “I’m sure Charlie’s going to like all of this,” you gestured to the decorations around you. “Oh! Before I forget! Where should I put this?” You reached into your purse and pulled out a folded mancala board that Charlie had begged you for the last time he visited. Thomas smiled and took the board from you, leaning down and sliding it under the couch. “We’re going to open presents after cake, so just remember to pick it back up.” From there, you and Thomas began to talk about the family business. Unlike with Grace, Thomas found himself consulting you on many decisions that he made. You weren’t directly involved but your advice was greatly appreciated by the family. Especially since Thomas wanted to get into politics- a field that you knew well because your father ran for MP multiple times before his death- your advice on what not to do gave him valuable insight on how to maintain a favorable public image. “I know your past is something that can’t be erased,” you said in response to Tom’s concerns about the subject. “But that doesn’t mean it can’t be hidden. Or at least left ambiguous enough that people can’t ask the right questions. You keep the public from asking the right questions, and you make sure they can never find the answers.” “It’s a bit unnerving that you know this,” Tom noted, a smirk on his face. In truth, he was impressed. Your knowledge of politics was quite extensive considering your father tried to keep you away from it for most of your life. But you knew how to eavesdrop and read gossip, and so you gained a wealth of knowledge about politics. You laughed. “You’re acting like you don’t already know this.” Thomas took a drag of his cigarette and chuckled. “You got me there.” Your conversation was interrupted by the distinct shrill of the doorbell. Tom perked up and smiled. “Charles is here!” He practically jumped up from his seat on the couch and made his way to the hall. You followed him to the hall, beckoning Karl, Ada, and Arthur- who had been quietly eating food in the corner, thinking Tom hadn’t noticed- to come with you. You and the group walked into the hall to the sight of Thomas laughing and picking up Charlie in his arms and bouncing him up and down, making his son giggle. “Happy birthday Charlie!” you exclaimed, clapping. Arthur, Karl, Ada- and John and Polly, who had been talking in the hall after you arrived- clapped and joined in wishing Charlie a happy birthday. Charlie and Karl shared a hug that resulted in you awing. You looked at Grace and smiled. “Welcome, Grace,” you greeted her respectfully. Grace simply nodded at you and took off her coat. Turning around to put her coat on the coat hooks next to the door, she gasped lightly in shock when she saw your coat resting next to Tom’s. “Whose coat is this?” she asked casually. You apologized profusely. “It’s mine, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to impose. I can find a different place for it-” Thomas waved his hand nonchalantly. “Oh, no need. You’re not imposing, Y/n/n.” You blushed slightly. “Frances can take your coat, Grace. I trust you remember who she is?” He jabbed at her lightly. Grace huffed and nodded. “Alright.” The tension between Tom and Grace was palpable and made everyone make excuses to leave the room. You left as well, saying something about wanting to play around with Karl and Charlie. You knew things were bad between Thomas and Grace. So bad, in fact, that Tom had approached her with a divorce. Tom was many things, but he wasn’t the type of person to reach for a divorce. He believed that marriage lasted for life. But after Tom’s and Grace’s arguments over his ambitions and dreams started to grow from skirmishes to screaming matches littered with threats, Thomas had enough. He told you the night that he decided to divorce Grace that he didn’t want to spend his life with a woman

that didn’t support his political and business ambitions. You found yourself sympathizing with both of them. You understood Grace’s concerns about the target that would always be on her and Charlie’s back because of Thomas’s ambition. But you also understood Thomas’s argument that his ambitions were also the thing that would provide his family with more opportunities than he had. Thomas’s goals were a double-edged sword. Although, Grace had become quite cold to Thomas in retaliation for the divorce, often sending him and his family veiled insults. So you didn’t feel much remorse for her when Tom made barbed comments like the one made in the hall. You sighed while watching Karl and Charlie play. It was going to be a long party. _______________________________________________________________________________________ All of you were eating cake, you talking with Polly about some gossip that you heard when going shopping for groceries. “Apparently Brandon was just using her for her status,” you said, licking the frosting off of your fork. “But then Brandon caught Melissa sleeping with her boss-” “No fucking way!” Polly interrupted, putting her plate down and gasping. “How the hell do these things happen to people!” You laughed. “I know right! My life is boring in comparison- and I hang out with you insane idiots!” “Hey!” John said from across the table, his mouth full of cake. “We’re not that bad!” “Speak for yourself,” Ada muttered from next to her brother, cringing when John stuck his cake-covered tongue out at her. “Honestly, Y/N,” Grace’s refined voice reverberated through the dining room, “You shouldn’t be gossiping this much. It’s a boring pastime.” You quirked your brow. “I’m sorry?” “Oh it’s alright, I understand that some people have nothing better to talk about. I’m just saying, gossip signals a bland personality and I’m sure you don’t have that, hm?” Grace’s implied message was clear. You sat in silence for a moment, surprised. “No?” you said, going along with whatever Grace said. In all honesty, you didn’t care what Grace thought of you. She barely visited enough for you to give a shit. But apparently, Tom didn’t want to let it slide. “Look, Grace, it’s not a big deal to gossip, alright? You’d be a big fucking hypocrite telling Y/n/n not to gossip when pretty much everything you talked about was who was fuckin’ who-” “Thomas!” Grace chided. “What? If you’re going to walk in here and criticize how Y/n/n spends their time, you can fuck off, alright? I don’t need some posh stuck-up woman in me house. So either behave yourself and let Charlie have a good birthday,” Thomas threatened, “Or get out of me house and have fun on the streets for a week.” “You’d let your own son live on the streets for a week?” Grace asked, shocked. “My threat regards only you. Charles is me blood- you make me see blood.” Grace looked down at her plate and picked up her fork and ate her cake again. Tom took that as an agreement to get along with everyone and started eating again as well. You were just thankful that you had sent Karl and Charlie to play upstairs. But regardless of the tense situation, a smile graced your face at the immediacy that Tom defended you with. _______________________________________________________________________________________ “Hey,” you tapped Thomas’s shoulder when you both found yourselves alone in the back room. “Thank you for defending me.” Tom nodded and smiled slightly. “Of course.” “I mean it. No one really defends me so I really appreciate it. Especially since it’s Grace.” Tommy’s brows raised slightly at that comment. “What do you mean?” You shrugged, looking anywhere but at Tom. “I mean, she was the woman that made you the person you used to be before France. I understand there’s some bad blood between you two now, but she’s still special to you.” Tom hummed and walked closer to you, stopping at around 2 feet away from you. “So are you, you know. You’re special to me.” You smiled. “You’re special to me, too.” Thomas’s hand cupped your cheek lightly, his thumb stroking

back and forth. A flush made its way to your cheeks and you smiled shyly at Tom. There was always some unspoken bond between the two of you that you danced around. You were always scared that it was too early after his divorce, but with the way that he was looking at you, he probably got over it a while ago. You don’t know who leaned forward first, but one second later your mouths were connected in a feverish kiss. Tom’s hands were traveling places, touching parts of your body that you caught him eyeing from time to time. Your hands rested against his chest and reveled in the feeling of his heart thumping against his chest as erratically as yours. So you had the same effect on him as he did on you. The kiss was a good indicator of that, but it was nice to have reassurance. Tom pulled away and rested his forehead on yours. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to do that for months now,” Tom confessed. You smiled, pecking him on the lips. “So have I,” you replied, pulling his mouth back to yours.

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lunaekalenda · 3 years

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my bday is soon and I was wondering if u could probs write this for me🥺? a real cute fanfic of how levi would surprise his partner, like he pretends he forgets it and that makes y/n sad but he’s actually planning something big and bought lots of gifts, bringing thier close friends (Eren, Jean , mikasa etc) And in the evening he takes them to the cliff to see the view and he starts tellin y/n how much they love them (cuz they rlly wanna hear levi say that but he stutters and gets nervous while doin that) and just make them feel special 🥺 I’m all alone on my bday so writing this would absolutely make my day! (Plss add some fluff and cute scenes if u got any in mind!)

omg, first of all HAPPY BIRTHDAY! i hope this can be my present for you <3 ! i hope you have a good day! hope you like it!! <3

thanks to @breathes24 and @queko13 for the help ! (and the moral help)

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❁ levi x reader

❁ modern au!

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You feel Levi's body against you when you wake up. His hot skin close to yours. You turn around, facing him. He opens an eye and looks at you.

"Good morning." he says.

"Good morning" you say back. You look at the clock on his night table. It's your birthday. You smile at him and he closes his eye again, trying to sleep again.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" you ask. He thinks, his hand caressing your waist. He keeps his eyes closed. After a couple minutes, he opens them again. He looks at you.

"Nope. Today is your turn to make breakfast" He says, burying his head again on the pillow.

He always wakes you up with a lot of kisses on your birthday. But today, he just turned his head to the side and kept sleeping. You pout and take your phone. Nothing. Not even a simple message. You sigh and get up, leaving Levi on the bed and walking downstairs to the kitchen.

It’s not like you want everybody to focus on you and only you. But it’s late in the morning, almost noon, and you know half of your friends are awake. You start to prepare breakfast for the two of you.

At the same time, Levi takes his phone. The group chat named “Serious work stuff” is burning, full of messages. Obviously, that name is just a cover for the real issue of the chat: your surprise birthday party.

“Can we congratulate y/n now?” asked Connie an hour ago. Jean answered him with a huge “no”. Mikasa and Eren talked about the hour of the party and Sasha about the aperitifs. Levi sighs and answers when Connie asks where the party is and at what hour does it start. He is planning to make the party as early as he can, because he wants to take you to a night date, with a picnic. He invited all of them right after eating, when he plans to make you go to the store. Once you’re out and he knows that you’re far from home, he’ll let in all your friends, take out the balloons and all the gifts he bought for you and give you the best birthday ever.

But for now he'll just ignore the fact that is your birthday, even when he feels bad seeing your cute eyes getting sad. He's sure the surprise later will worth it.

You appear on the bedroom again with his tea and pancakes, also a juice for you. He sits on the bed after leaving the phone when he listened your steps. and you give him all the plates and glasses while you enter at bed once again. He kisses your cheek in signal of good morning when you sit next to him. Having breakfast in bed is a thing you two do on weekends since he moved with you. It all started because Levi has sleep issues, so he woke up really early and cooked for you, and now you do it in turns. He tries the pancake and hums.

"It's really good." he says, and keeps eating quietly. He looks at his phone again, the group chat making free talk on it. "Oh, look, we're in the middle of May already..." says, deleting the notifications and siping his tea. He looked the date and didn't remember your birthday?

The day passes by with normality: Levi makes some paperwork before helping you with the cooking and you two eat together. When you were about to move to the garage to take something, he went for you. You thanked him and he felt sweat pearls going down his neck, seeing how you were behind his back while he openened the door, the garage full of colorful balloons. You left to take your phone, that was ringing on the table of the living room. He used the time he was alone in the garage to tell everyone that he was about to send you to the store. All agreed in going to your house five minutes later.

"Baby." he calls you from the kitchen. "We haven't got peaches." he says. You raise an eyebrow. Since when is he so worried about peaches?

"And?"

"I know you like them, so could you go to the supermarket and buy a couple of them? I was thinking about having fruit salad for dinner." he says, his voice is a quiet as usual, but he's trembling inside.

"Just do it without peaches, Levi." you say, moving to the kitchen. He has his sleeves rolled up and is searching some fruits on the fridge, to know which of them he's going to use.

"It's not the same. Just go and take a couple, hm? You'll be back fast and I'll wait here for you."

You pout but he looks at you, closing the fridge and keeping the eye contact between you two. He knows he won when you sigh. "What type of peaches?"

Peaches. That's the fucking reason why you're walking towards the store in a day like this, and not spending your birthday with your boyfriend. You sigh.

"At least he knows I like fruit salad with peaches..." You enter the supermarket and search them, without knowing that now Connie's arms are full of beautiful balloons, Jean is helping Sasha to put the candles on the cake and Levi is putting all your gifts in the table near the sofa. Under Levi's commands, they are decorating every part of your living room to make it a beautiful place to celebrate your birthday. You entertain yourself on the candies and chocolates section and then buy a few of them to try. You're coming back home, sending a message to Levi.

He receives it and makes all your friends hide in the living room. "Jean, I can see your feet from here."

"That's because he's a fucking skyscraper." Connie says.

"At least I reach the higher shelfs on the supermarket, bald head." he answers, making sure his feet are now covered. Levi tells them all to shut up since he can hear your keys on the door. He leaves the living room to enter the kitchen.

"I'm home." you say. You can hear his voice from the kitchen.

"Welcome home." he answers quietly. You get closer to him, wanting his welcome kiss, and he presses his mouth against your forehead. You receive it happy, and you give him the supermarket bag with the things you bought. "I also took some tea mochis, wanna try them?" he nods.

"Cool. Wait for me in the living room." You nod. You make your way to the place, opening the pack and smelling them quietly. They smell delicious.

You almost drop all of them when you find all the balloons in your living.

“Levi?” you ask, the emotion shining in your eyes. “What’s this?”

He appears smiling behind you. All your friends have the order to say happy birthday and come out of their hidden places when Levi congratulates you.

“Happy birthday, y/n”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!” a lot of voices yell after him. You jump, scared by the repenting yells, but once you turn around you see all your friends coming from under tables and behind sofas. They are all there, smiling and wishing you happy birthday. You’re about to cry.

“Guys, you’re incredible” Mikasa is now hugging you and Connie is pulling your ears softly. Eren smiles quietly when you look at him, and Jean points Levi.

“You know we love to be praised, but this time your boyfriend was who got this idea. Sorry for not congratulating you before, y/n”

“But...” you were speechless. He invited your friends and also bought a lot of balloons and things. Some tears started to form in your eyes and you felt how a hand took yours, pulling you towards a body that you knew really well.

"Happy birthday, my love." He whispers, making you blush from head to toes.

The little party was all fun and laughs, Connie told a couple anecdotes of all of you and Mikasa played cool music. Also, Jean and Eren bought a enormous cake full of tiny candles that you blew, wisihing to never lose this people. Levi looked at you so purely, how you were having fun and how you dragged him to dance with you. His beautiful grey eyes looking at yours. Then, all of them gave you the huge mountain of gifts they all bought for you, but you could easily recognize the ones that Levi packed, with precious ribbons and elegant letter.

Even when all those gifts were really good ones -and they all knew you didn't want them to spend on a gift for you.- the one Levi left for the end surprised you. It was the littlest of all, packed in a cute ocean blue paper. You took it, smiling at him. He was nervous. Maybe it was too much. It had a little letter on the top of it. "Please open me after the dinner."

"Oi, Levi, don't be like that!" Connie said. "Now I'm curious!" Levi looks at him raising an eyebrow, but he's smiling.

Some minutes later, they helped you two to put everything back on place, cleaning and all, even when you begged to them to go home.

"And let the birthday one do all the work? Nope." Jean said. "Eh, eh, eh, Sasha! Sto-" he left, seeing Sasha eating a piece of cake that "fell" from the top of it. You laugh and keep washing plates, with Levi by your side, drying them.

"A surprise party, hm?" you ask, your shoulder hitting his softly. He laughs quietly.

"I wanted to make something special for you." he whispers. You now remember the little gift that you're supposed to open after the dinner. Will you go out for dinner? Definitely, if you were having dinner there, you should be cooking instead of doing all of this slowly.

"It was special. Thank you." he smiles soflty.

"It hasn't ended yet." he whispers.

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Levi parks. You feel how the car stops. He insisted in covering your eyes, so you went all the way asking.

"Are we going to a restaurant?" he laughs and you hear the indicator sound.

"No."

"Are we... wait, where are we going?" It was late. All your friends left after helping. Jean had to drive Sasha and Connie home, so Connie sent a lot of pics in the car while he was copilot. Then, Levi appeared with that blindfold. You bited your lip.

"Put this on, please. We're leaving." Wait what? Leaving? For what?

"Leaving?" he nods. He takes a little bag near the entrance.

"Yep. Let's go." you followed him and he turned around, smiling. "Put it on, baby." you pout but let him put it on you.

And now he parked after a long way driving. He opens your door and helps you to get out. There's a wild wind and you can hear the ocean. You feel how the little pressure the blindfold was making dissapears on a moment. Levi has took it out. Since the sun is almost disappeared, you need a couple seconds to get your eyes used to the light. You're in the cliffs. Watching the sunset. Levi puts a blanket on the floor and tells you to sit. He takes out a couple plates and another one, that is covered, where he probably has the food.

"I thought maybe you would like to have dinner while the night starts to appear." he says, looking to the plates. Having dinner with such a pure human by your side while the starts start to appear above you feels like an absolute dream. You see how he eats a piece of watermelon. You smile at him, incapable of talking, and your eyes start to fill again with tears. "But don't cry" he says, pulling you towards him. Your face buried on his chest. "I love you." he says. Your eyes shot open and you try to part, but he presses your head quietly again to his chest. You can feel his heart beating fast. "I usually don't say this, you know. It's quite difficult for me to express myself, but you deserve it. You deserve to know how much you mean to me. I'll give my best to tell you every day how much I love you. Because I do. It's so deep, so deep..." He caresses your hair quietly. He takes the little gift from the bag. "You should open it now, don't wait to end the dinner." he whispers. You part a little and, before taking the gift, you take his face between your hands, caressing his cheeks quietly.

"Thank you." you were sincere. You were so grateful for having him. Not just today, that he prepared all those things, but everyday, having your back, giving you love and respect. He was near perfection, even reaching it. "Thank you, Levi. For being here with me and for making me feel so loved. I'll never end thanking you." You lean closer to him, pressing your mouth on his. The watermelon he tried before tastes sweet against your tongue. He buries his hand on your hair, pulling you closer to him. He parts for air.

"You should open the gift. And then have dinner. And we're not going to eat up each other, just in case you were going to make the joke."

You smile at him. He knows you too well. You open the gift softly, a necklace is shining inside the box. It has a little "L" on it.

"You know, that way you can always have a part of me."

"Are you Levi? Where's my grumpy and bossy boyfriend?" he laughs.

"I can switch to bossy whenever you want me to." he says. You give him the necklace and, tying your hair, you wait for him to put ii in your neck. You feel the cold L hanging on your clavicle. Levi presses his lips on your back, near the necklace. You show it to him and he smiles, caressing it.

You smile, the typical stupid and deep-in-love smile you've read on books. The sun keeps going down and the moon shines more intensely. The stars being witnesses of your smiles. The moon lighting the little L near your heart. You look at the sky, how beautiful it is full of stars.

He thinks the sky is beautiful, but you're the most beautiful thing for him. That's why he kisses your forehead, smiling at you. He put everything on the car right adter you two ended having dinner, just the blanket is left. You look at the stars, lying on the ground, and he does the same. You snuggle up towards him, his heat and arms receiving you. You kiss the point of his chest where you feel his heartbeat. He caresses your hair.

"Happy birthday." he says, once more. You smile against him and his hands wrap you.

You could stay like that forever.

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drvrslcense · 3 years

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🌹 + a random word or a prompt and a character, and i'll write a very short blurb with those two things!

happy advanced birthday cloy!! ^^ ok so i just have this soft spot for jason,, and imagine going on a picnic with him like,, picking flowers with him :(( feeding each other dessert :(((( (i realized this really isnt a word prompt now is it....) anyways i hope you enjoy writing!! and again, advanced happy birthday <3

hiii loveee aaa ilysm tysm for joining my celebration <33 i made soo many jason fics today lol so here's one from the celebration! hope y'all enjoyy <33 also, happy birthday jason grace imyy bbyyy <33

Jason looked stunning in being bathed in sunlight.

There was something about the way the sunshine hits him this sunny afternoon. Maybe it was his brother, Apollo, giving him the spotlight. Or maybe it was just the way he simply looks handsome. Wearing a button-down shirt with the first button undone, his blond hair a mess from the warm ocean breeze. He was absolutely stunning, and there was no denying it.

Finding a quiet spot in Long Island Sound this afternoon proved quite the task as wherever they try to lay their picnic blanket, over-enthusiastic campers joined you and Jason, wanting to eat whatever you and Jason have prepared to eat. Luckily, Leo and the Stolls created a bit of a ruckus back at the arena, which made campers rush back to see what happened. You made a mental note to thank them later, as you and Jason found a spot under the palm trees and beside the swaying tickseeds and sea asters.

"What?" Jason asked you, a small laugh escaping his lips.

"Nothing." You shook your head with a smile before reaching out and wiping the chocolate from the corner of his lips.

"Better?" Jason grinned.

"Yeah."

Jason picked out a couple of strawberries from the strawberry fields, coating them with chocolate, while you brought a small cake for the date. It was quite romantic, really. Jason had Leo prepare some tacos for the both of you and made strawberry-coated chocolates, while you and Piper tried to bake a cake and failed before turning to Percy for a bit of help.

"Here, try this." You sliced a piece of cake into your paper plate.

"What's the cake for?" Jason asked, although his eyes twinkled like he knew what it's for.

"Happy birthday, babe," you told him, taking a piece of cake with your fork and feeding it to Jason.

"Wait, this is...really good," Jason said, his voice muffled by the mouthful of cake you've given him. "Who made this?"

"I did." You smiled proudly.

The cake was a beautiful blue velvet (Percy refused to make anything other than blue) with white buttercream frosting and a minimalistic design on top. By minimalistic, as in there was nothing written in it. Percy ran out of blue food coloring, and that was the only color he has, so you went with a nude top.

"Really?" Jason actually looked surprised. Baking isn't really your specialty. It was never in your favor. Once, you tried making blue cookies with Percy, but the cookies grew larger than the oven and you had to evacuate the big house for fear of the oven exploding.

"Well....I may have had help from Percy." You sheepishly smiled, which made Jason laugh. "Only a little though!"

"You mean, most of it?" Jason nodded towards the cake between the two of you.

"Yeah," You laughed. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Jason shrugged. "It's the thought."

Picking a loose sea aster from the bunch, you leaned forward to Jason. "Here. Happy Birthday."

"I love you," Jason blurted out, taking the flower from you. "Here, come here."

He grabbed a piece of chocolate-coated strawberries and leaned forward to give you some of it. Cupping his hand in front of your chin and under your mouth, he fed you the strawberry, throwing away the left-off piece that didn't fit in your mouth.

Before he moved away, you held his hand beside him, encouraging him not to move away. Once you swallowed the strawberry, you leaned forward, moving the cake away from the two of you before leaning in to capture his lips. Unbeknownst to him, as he leaned further into the kiss, your hand brushed some icing off of the cake, making you cup his face and wipe the icing on his cheeks.

"Y/N, what-." Jason pulled away from the kiss as you laughed. Realizing what just happened, you saw Jason's finger swipe a bit of icing from the cake, preparing to get back at you. "Okay, come here."

You leaned in, ready to accept the icing on your cheeks. Instead of wiping the icing all over your cheeks, Jason used his finger to draw a heart from the corner of your mouth to the side of your cheeks, and back to your lips.

"How do I look?" You smiled at him.

Jason's scar tugged up. "Beautiful."

"Well, you're not so bad yourself, Grace," you told him, pulling him into another kiss. This time without the icing.

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la-lunaluna · 3 years

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The greatest gift

Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Words: 763

Warnings: come on, Marcus Pike is the automatic warning for fluffy contents.

Author comments: I'm SO happy to come back writing again! Sunday was my 28th birthday and I wanted to write something about it, but I didn't had time enough. This week’s @autumnleaves1991-blog’s Writer Wednesday had this photo as prompt and I thought it was a sign for me to do it even though my birthday had already passed! I hope you all like :)

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You woke up that Sunday feeling different, even though it was a morning like any other. But it was that feeling that only your birthday could give you: the feeling of having your own private happy new year. Marcus had spent the night at your place and as soon as it was midnight and your special date showed up on his cell phone display, Marcus started congratulating you and complimenting you and, well... you couldn't stay too much longer with the lingerie he gave you as a present on your body.

You turned to the side to say good morning to him and maybe you could get that nice flirtation you liked so much, but he wasn't there. That was weird, Marcus never woke up before you did.

As soon as you stretched and sat up in bed, you heard noises in the kitchen. The sheet fell away exposing your breasts and you smiled, remembering that you were naked, making you think of flashes of last night. You picked up a T-shirt of his, lying on a chair in the bedroom, and put it on: it was light and fresh, with the bonus of having his scent.

The moment you opened the bedroom door, you heard him stirring pots and pans and making something incredibly fragrant. Vanilla perhaps? When you got to the kitchen, there he was, in his sweatpants and a tea towel slung over his bare shoulder, standing in front of the stove humming something, probably some old song he liked and you didn't know much about.

You snuck around the kitchen until you got close enough to him to hug him from behind, leaning your face between his shoulder blades and taking a deep breath of the delicious smell he smelled when he got out of bed. He gave a slight gasp and turned to look at you.

“Good morning, baby! I'm sorry, but I can't let you stay here right now," Marcus wailed, giving you a wry pout and kissing your lips.

“And why not?” you asked, resting your hands on his chest and giving him a look that feigned innocence.

“It's because it's your birthday and I have to bring you breakfast in bed, and you can't know what it is. Come back to bed and I'll be right there.” He kissed you again and smiled.

You smiled back and walked back down the hall closer to the bedroom, noticing that he was still staring at you. You stopped and without fully turning around, lifted his shirt slightly, just to show that you hadn't put anything back on yet, besides his shirt.

“Hurry up” you teased, smiling.

“Hurry back to your room, do you want to make me burn your breakfast?” He laughed and blew you a kiss.

You went back to your room, laughing and lying back on your bed. One of the things you liked the most about your birthday was that it was winter, and you could almost always get comfortable and do the nice things you do when it’s cold outside. Lazing in bed under the covers was one of them, and you certainly wanted some of that with Marcus at that moment.

You heard him tapping on the door, and then pushing it open with his foot. In his hands, he had a plate with several pancakes stacked on top of it, with lighted candles on top. You couldn't help but sigh at that scene, how could he always be so obvious and original at the same time? It was simple and perfect. You loved that about him.

“Happy birthday now, my love!” He held out the plate for you and then sat down beside you on the bed, giving you a quiet, passionate kiss. “I confess that in the last days I've tried to make the cake a few times and none of them worked out, so I had to resort to my own specialty.” He smiled wryly, making you smile along with him.

“Pancake is great! Thank you, my babe.” You leaned over to kiss him.

“You're welcome. Did you know I love you?”

“Did you know I love you more?”

You smiled and looked into his warm chocolate eyes and felt your heart heating up and butterflies dancing frantically in your stomach. God, you were so in love! Marcus looked like one of those characters from a series where you fall in love while watching and wonder if a guy like that exists in real life. Lucky for you, not only did he exist, but he was your greatest gift.

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shinonometrash · 3 years

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💕Kasumi Birthday Mini-Story💕

Happy (Belated) Birthday Kasumi!

Since Kasumi won second place in the 100恋+ election, Voltage wrote a mini story in celebration of his birthday! It was released on his birthday, January 29th, but I wasn't able to get it translated right away. It was a little rushed, so I'll be making small edits here and there as time goes on.

(They also released a birthday book, which I hope to also translate and post eventually, but there's a lot of text so it might be a while.)

Anyways, please enjoy! Feel free to comment and my messages are always open! (Reblogs are also appreciated!)

*[my comments will be in brackets and italicized like this]

Staff: We can also add a name on the cake plate. Would you like to do that?

MC: A name…

It’s January 29th.

I’m standing in front of the counter at Maizu’s Chocolate Decorations deliberating over an important decision I’ve just been given.

(Well, I do definitely want to add a name after the 'Happy Birthday'…)

MC: …maybe 'Dark Emperor'?

Staff: What?

MC: Never mind, ignore that.

(Since this present is supposed to be personal, just 'Kasumi' would probably be better than putting 'Dr. Kasumi'.)

(Or maybe I should just go with a simple 'Toshiki'?)

(It might be a bit too forward of me to be using his first name…but it’s for his birthday…! Please forgive me!)

MC: Please write 'Toshiki'! Thank you!

I took the day off so that I could focus on the birthday preparations, so now all I have left to do is to wait for Kasumi to get home.

MC: Ha…

(Ah, my phone…)

I check my phone to see that I got a message from Kyogoku.

Kyogoku (via text): I’m going to celebrate Kasumi’s birthday with everyone at Pen, but I won’t be coming home

Kyogoku (via text): So, if you burn Kasumi's curry, I won’t forgive you.

MC (via text): You should still come home! And, I'll have you know, the curry was completed successfully and not burnt!

MC: Although, if it’s Dr. Kyogoku, he really might not come back home to Kasumi…

(I’ll just send a quick message to Kasumi.)

MC (via text): I’m in your room and the preparations for the celebration are complete!

MC (via text): But please have fun at Pen tonight!

As long as there’s no emergencies and his patients don't have any sudden changes in condition, he should be coming back. But all I can really do is hope.

MC: Ahh, the living room has such a good view of the sky.

The Venus belt was about to fall in the eastern sky.

(Do Mitsuharu and Kasumi’s mother come every year for Kasumi’s birthday?)

(I wonder if Kasumi is watching too…)

(He’s a busy person, so I don’t know if he'll be able to, but I hope they’ll wait for him as long as possible before disappearing into the sky again...)

(Now, until Kasumi gets home I think I’ll review the operation video.)

(I didn’t know where to enter blood vessels in the case of devascularization, so I should look over it again.)

[I'm honestly not sure what this even means in English, let alone the Japanese...]

The operations in cardiovascular surgery are pretty complicated, but it’s fun to learn about them.

MC: I hope one day I can produce results worthy of Kasumi's praise…

Kasumi: You seem to be enjoying yourself

MC: ?!

Suddenly hearing a voice, I quickly raise my head.

Kasumi: I’m home.

MC: A-aren’t you here early?

MC: I figured you wouldn’t be home from Pen until 10 at the earliest?

Kasumi: When you send me a message like that, it makes me want to come home early.

Kasumi: I just had a toast with everyone and then left

MC: B-but it's your birthday, you're the whole reason they’re celebrating…

Kasumi: And because I’m the person they’re celebrating, they’ll forgive me for today.

MC: I see...

MC: Haha, so, in other words, you wanted to eat the curry I made, right?

Kasumi: Yep.

(“Yep.” he says!! ahhhhh, so precious!!)

MC: I’ll start laying it out right away!

Kasumi takes off his jacket and I, not wanting to keep him waiting, immediately head towards the kitchen.

Kasumi: Hm…well, the food certainly shows personality.

He laughs at the sizes of the ingredients.

(Yeah, I thought it looked like a mess.)

But even so, Kasumi eats the curry I made and makes it look tastier than usual.

MC: Well, you see, I can cut but…I just don’t know how to cook.

Kasumi: You’re good at being adaptable and efficient at work, so you should be able to become good at cooking, yeah?

[note: the original line here is actually “仕事ができる人間は段取りを組むのが上手いから、料理上手にもなれる” which is a saying in Japanese flipped. It doesn’t sound as smooth in English, but I didn’t really want to spend forever trying to find an equivalent saying. I might come back and change it to something better in the future.]

MC: I see…Well I’ll try my best...

Kasumi: More importantly…

Kasumi has been stealing quick glances at the cake for a while now, but can’t seem to look directly at it.

MC: Hehe, I had them write “Toshiki” on the plate to show my gratitude

Kasumi: …

(Aww, I get to see him look bashful for his birthday…)

He would get angry if I seem to happy, so I try to act calm as I light the candles.

MC: Oh, I also had wanted to sing you happy birthday here

MC: but Takado and Kyogoku were very adamant about stopping me. Sorry.

Kasumi: Your humming always has had a certain taste to it

MC: ...taste…?

Kasumi: So, does that mean I'll be blowing out the candles without you singing, then?

MC: No!

MC: Well, actually, it didn’t think I’d get a chance to sing, so…I wrote you a letter instead.

Kasumi: …

Even in the dark I can see the surprise on his face.

MC: Ahem…Dear Kasumi, happy birthday.

MC: It makes me extremely happy that I can spend this precious day with you.

MC: I know that no matter how harsh you may be towards me sometimes, there’s always a lot of love and care behind it.

MC: Thank you always.

MC: …thank you for being born.

Kasumi: …

MC: …Kasumi?

Kasumi: I’m not crying

(In other words, he’s crying.)

He quickly blows out the candles so I can’t see what expression he’s making.

Kasumi: …you’re not allowed to turn the lights back on in this room right now.

MC: Not a problem. Instead, can I just call you by your first name?

Kasumi: No.

MC: Toshiki.

Kasumi: …

I hear him sigh deeply next to me.

I put the letter back in the envelope into the gift that I prepared.

I suddenly feel his arms around my shoulders and the next moment I’m pressed up against his chest.

MC: …you don’t have to worry, I can’t see your face because it’s dark, right?

Kasumi: Saying that isn’t going to get you out of this.

MC: wha…?

Kasumi: …I’m happy.

MC: I’m also happy.

MC: Mitsuharu and the others came today. Did you get to see them?

Kasumi: Ah…

He surely must’ve received a lot of congratulations today. That makes me happy.

Kasumi’s attention is solely locked onto me and he moves me so that I'm sitting in between his knees.

When he goes to hug me again, his hand suddenly touches something.

Kasumi: Hm?

MC: Oh, that…it’s your present.

Kasumi: …

I’ve been knitting in between working on my suture exercises to make gloves for today.

Kasumi takes the gloves out of the bag in the dark and immediately tries them on.

MC: It's fine if make the room a little brighter now so you can see your gift, right?

Kasumi: …still not allowed.

MC: It’s nice to see that you can be a little awkward sometimes, too…

Kasumi: …

The gloves are soft against my cheeks as he gently presses his lips to mine.

I felt a little bad that the celebration was so small, but the intensity of his kiss shows me that I was worrying over nothing.

MC: Hehe, Toshiki...

Kasumi: Remember, if you try to turn on the light right now, you better be prepared for me to take revenge.

MC: Let’s just spend your birthday peacefully, shall we?

Kasumi: As long as you’re here, that’s fine with me.

I feel his soft voice tickling my ear suddenly and stiffen up at first, but then can’t help but break out into a grin.

I throw my arms around him in a tight hug, wanting to stay how we are for just a little bit longer.

The End

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fanfic-inator795 · 3 years

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RotTMNT Oneshot: Sweet Sixteen

((This scene just popped into my head, aaaaand I don’t feel like writing anything else atm so- hope you all enjoy))

It wasn’t often that the lair was bustling early in the morning; the Hamato-Jitsu family stayed up late, and often slept in even later. But on certain days such as these, only one person was allowed to sleep in...

At about 7 a.m., all activity was quickly shushed as silent shadows crept towards a specific room - a bedroom with red-tinted walls thanks to the small lamp that was still lit. They could hear quiet snores, and grinned to themselves as they snuck inside.

Still somewhat asleep but awake enough that his ninja senses were reacting to certain noises and scents, Raph snorted a bit and turned over as he began to stir from his slumber. He instinctively hugged his teddy - he had chosen Dr. Huggenstein the night before - close and tried to bury his face in the back of its head, hoping for just a bit more sleep.

And yet, his mind was slowly starting to wake. He could smell something fruity and buttery near. He could hear quiet giggles and quiet steps padding across the floor of his room. And, despite his eyes being closed, he could still somewhat ‘see’ figures coming closer and closer, until they were standing right in front of him...

With his curiosity now too much for even his sleepy mind to ignore, Raph opened one eye, and-

“SURPRISE!”

The snapper flinched, startled as he sat up and nearly throwing a punch at his ‘surprise’ - although this was anything but a surprise attack, and due to expecting it, his family easily stepped back, avoiding the hit expertly as they laughed.

Donnie and Mikey threw bundles of red and green confetti at him, and as Splinter held up the stack of strawberry and chocolate waffles, Leo leaned over and placed a plastic “Sweet Sixteen” tiara right on his big brother’s head. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you~!”

Although he groaned a bit at being surprised by one of their family’s longest running traditions (again. You’d think expecting it would be enough to STOP him from freaking out), Raph still smiled as his family sang and clapped.

When they finished, Raph naturally invited them all in for a group hug. “D’awww, thanks guys.”

“No probles, Big Brother.” “Happy birthday, Raphie!” “Heh, seems like we got you pretty good this year, huh?”

“Ugh, only ‘cause I was in a deep sleep!” Raph argued, pouting only a little, “I’ll be ready next year.”

Splinter just chuckled at his boys, shaking his head. He hadn’t expected this Birthday Morning tradition to last sixteen years when he started doing it when they were all tots (albeit with less screaming involved, at first) but he was sure glad that it had. “Here,” he said, handing the snapper his breakfast, “Best to eat them before they get too cold and soggy.”

“Right, don’t wanna lose that crunch,” Raph agreed, quickly digging in. Although they still had their own breakfasts to prepare, his brothers and father kept him company as he ate. Honestly, Raph appreciated that just as much as he appreciated the breakfast itself.

Naturally, they discussed Raph’s ‘birthday wish’ plans for that day first - another family tradition, the birthday boy (or girl, in April’s case) gets to decide what they all did as a group that day. For his Sweet 16, Raph had decided on some sparring with Frankenfoot, go-karting at Albeartoland, a small shopping spree at Teddy Bear Town (gotta spend that bday money somehow) and capping off the night with a three-hour wrestling special that was premiering on TV (after presents and cake, of course).

His bros approved of all these ideas, and after texting the schedule to April and CJ, they gave her approval too.

Afterwards, the brothers moved on onto talking about past birthdays, followed by Leo, Mikey and Donnie all talking about the plans that they had for their upcoming birthdays. But as fun as this conversation was, Raph couldn’t help but notice his father growing quieter the longer it went on.

Eventually, his brothers excused themselves to both grab their own breakfasts and give Raph some space to get ready for the day. (The guy didn’t even have his bandana on yet! How embarrassing - or at least it would’ve been if there was anyone but family there). The only one who stayed was his pop, sitting there as content as ever with a soft, slightly bittersweet smile on his face.

“...Everything alright, Pops?” Raph finally asked, once he had polished off his waffles.

“Hm? Oh yes yes, I’m fine... So, how are you feeling, my son?” Splinter asked, “Sixteen is a pretty big milestone, after all.”

“Heh, I’m good. ...Honestly, it doesn’t feel all that different from fifteen” Raph replied. Thinking about it, he added, “Maybe ‘cause a bunch of stuff has already happened in the past year?” He was now officially a year older, yeah, but it felt like he had already done plenty of changing and growing before then.

Who would’ve thought that he would be given mystic weapons (and later mystic powers), learn about his dad’s past, take down several city-ending threats, meet the spirits of his family, and become a hero alongside his family and friends all before his next birthday? That whole situation was... pretty crazy to think about. Amazing, yeah, but definitely still crazy. In that sense, maybe a more normal and lowkey birthday was just what he needed.

Raph was brought back to the present when he felt his father patting his shell. “Yes, you make a fair point... Still, this birthday is just as much an accomplishment as anything else, and certainly worth celebrating properly.”

The old rat sighed a bit, closing his eyes for just a moment. “You boys are growing up so fast... Before I know it, you will be all grown up. You and your brothers...”

“Aw, come on, Dad...” Setting his plate to the side, Raph pulled Splinter in for a one-armed hug. “We’re always gonna need ya, no matter how old or grown up we get.”

“Heh, I know...” But it was still admittedly nice to hear. “Still, you cannot blame me for being a bit... well, a bit shell-shocked as it were whenever I think about how far you have come, Red. I remember when you were all small enough for me to hold in my arms, and now-”

Splinter stopped, his eyes widening as if he realized (or maybe remembered) something - something apparently funny enough to make him laugh. “Did I tell you- ah, no, I wouldn’t have... Well, no time than the present. Want to know something about the day you were born?”

Raph’s eyes widened at the suggestion, more than a little surprised at his dad’s sudden openness about that day, which Splinter supposed he should have expected, considering previous reactions to anything (or anyone) relating to it.

“I know I do not always-” or ever- “talk about the day I was mutated, but it was not a completely bad day.” He smirked. “I got you boys that day, didn’t I? Heh, you were all so tiny and cute! And you-” Splinter laughed again, and while he was still a bit surprised, now Raph was curious about what was so funny, and how did it involve him?

“Okay, so- this was before your boys were- yourselves. Back when you were norm- ah, average turtles. I was picking you all up, looking at how cute you all were and, well, at one point I decided to give you a kiss on your little head - and you know what you did in return? You bit me!”

“Pffft-!” Raph brought a hand to his mouth, hiding his laughs. “I did not!”

“Oh yes you did!” Splinter shot back, grinning now, “Bit me right on the lip! And I am pretty sure I still have the scar to prove it, somewhere under all this fur. Oh, I was so mad! Heh, but only for a few seconds. It is cruel to be mad at a baby, after all...”

His expression softened a bit as he thought about what happened next. Although Splinter was sure that he would always have mixed feelings about what happened that day and the transformation he received, he would always see the creation of his sons as a blessing that he would always be grateful for.

“Once you were all yourselves, I did all I could to get you boys to safety. And when I held you and your brothers in my arms and saw you all looking up at me... I knew that I would never be able to let you go.”

Even before he began calling them his sons, even when he still only saw them as ‘innocent creatures’ and had no idea what they would eventually become, they were still his. And they always would be.

“You have all grown so much that day... And I am not just talking about size, although you especially have certainly gotten bigger.” Splinter looked up and smiled at his eldest. “You are strong, and brave, and so kind... You are more of an honorable man at sixteen than I ever was, and I am so, SO very proud of you, Raphael.”

By this point, Raph’s tears were already beginning to fall, but the snapper could hardly care about that. He just brought his rat dad in for another hug - one that Splinter happily returned. When he eventually felt his son’s grip begin to loosen, Splinter moved to stand on his tip-toes and moved his tail towards his son’s head.

Understanding what he was getting at, Raph lowered his head, allowing Splinter’s tail to lift up the silly tiara as his dad planted a kiss right on the center of his head. “Heh... Happy birthday, my son.”

Wiping his eyes, Raph nodded back. “Thanks, Pops.”

“Oh please, thank YOU for not biting me again.”

The two shared another laugh, staying beside each other a bit longer. When Splinter did finally decide to leave, he made sure to grab his son’s plate to take back to the kitchen. “Try not to come home too late, I’ll be sure to have supper waiting for you all when you get back. But make sure to enjoy yourself today too, okay?”

Raph chuckled, nodding again. “I will,” he promised - easy enough to do, considering it already felt like a great day. Splinter gave him one last smile before walking away.

As he put on his bandana and his wraps, Raph continued to smile to himself. Maybe he didn’t feel any different than he did at fifteen, and maybe in comparison the days where he escaped a Battle Nexus or fought a dark armor, a birthday wasn’t THAT big of a deal.

But maybe his dad was also right. Maybe it was still an accomplishment that he was a year older - that he was still there, still living and still right beside his family, even after a less-than-normal ‘birth’ and everything that came after.

Maybe that really was worth celebrating, especially when that celebrating was done with the people that actually made his life worth living.

Speaking of which- “Hey, Raph! You still in there?” “Come on! We’ve already got the dojo set up, and we’re pretty sure Buddy’s just gonna start punchin’ stuff if you don’t get in here!”

“Yeah yeah, I’m coming - and you guys better be ready!” Raph shouted back, grinning.

With his wraps, belts and bandana all now on, he grabbed his sai, spinning them a few times before sliding them into their holsters. Once that was done, he happily raced out of his room and ran towards the dojo, more than ready to seize the day - seize his birthday - for all it was worth.

THE END

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ji-yaaan · 4 years

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•𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒂!•

Leona Kingscholar x Reader Oneshot

Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEONA! YOU HAVE JURISDICTION OVER ME NOW! I made the art and writing in a rush cuz I'm busy with real life soooo- forgive me. BUT HAVE SOMETHING SHORT AND SWEET IN RETURN!(´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ)♡♡♡

With bustling music, drink spilt from golden goblets filled up to it's brim. The drums that beat a rhythmic sound, matching melodies with the tambourines and maracas. Fine silk adorned the ceilings with intricate patterns that decorated the fabrics. Exquisite food and liquor filled the buffet tables full. The song that were being sung were accompanied by people dancing for joy and entertainment.

This was a night to celebrate the birth of the wonderful second prince of Afterglow Savannah, yet the celebrant himself was nowhere to be seen by any of the spectator's gaze. "A toast for my brother Leona to celebrate his birthday!" Leona's brother, Farena said with a thrilled and delighted tone, slightly tipsy and intoxicated from a few drinks downed in a span of an hour.

"Wait? Where's the birthday boy? Leona? Brother? Where are you? Geez... the kid never learns... He ran away again..." Disappointed from the absence of the birthday celebrant, the king just instructed a few servants to search for his beloved brother. The night was still young...

Sighing exhausted from the rowdy and stuffy atmosphere in the banquet room "Finally! I escaped! Mission complete! Nice~" with two plates of chocolate cake you held in your hands, a victorious grin paints your face. No one knows where the cynical second prince is at, but not you... You knew exactly where the arrogant prince stays in refuge of chaos.

Excitedly sprinting in the long hallways, far from the banquet halls that rang from wall to wall with it's rowdiness and noise that resonated within. With each step you take, adrenaline rushed up your body from excitement and delight to see Leona.

In the long series of curtains and doors, there was a simple room at the end of the hallway. It was an old empty guest room. Shabby... but cozy in its own way... The serene atmosphere was calming, free from the loud music and laughter that resounded the crowded banquet tables. A perfect place to catch a break...

You make your way into the room, closing it from behind with your legs since your hands were preoccupied with the plates of snacks. Making your way to the balcony as chiffon curtains flew from the night breeze, a mystical scene unfolds before your eyes.

The dim glow of the moonlight lit the young man moonbathing under. The tranquil silence accompanied with a refreshing breeze as you view the balcony that overlooks the royal gardens beneath. Nothing could beat the sound of water from the fountains with the sound of rustiling leaves from the trees. Unlike the boisterous laughters back the the party, this peaceful air was a million times better...

"Well... I can't blame him for always going here.." Placing the plates on the wooden railings, you crouched down to peek at the sleeping prince under.

"A birthday celebrant escaped his own party... Pfffft... Classic Leona..." Strand of wavy locks framing his face flew from a momentary gush of wind. This scene feels like it came straight out of a movie... But you're not one to complain...

Moving away the hazel locks from his face, gently tucking the strands behind his ears. A hand reaches out for yours catching you off guard for a brief moment.

"Oi herbivore... It's not a good habit to snoop around sleeping people..." Groggy from sleep, he lets out a low husky growl. Classic leona... He may have grown a bit older, but it's good to see he never changes.

"Pffft! Then why is the birthday boy hiding in here away from his party? Hmm~" you teased the prince as you poke his arms for answers.

"Tch... Why are you even in here? If you're going to be noisy, better go back to the party and let me sleep. Or if you are quiet enough, I'll allow you to be my pillow." Teasing you back with his trademark arrogant smile ™.

"Wait I have a reason to be here!" You replied with a pout from the stingy remarks you got.

Leona raises his eyebrows, piquing his interest with what you've got to say. Rummaging through your pockets, you tried to find something inside. AHA! Found it~ putting your hands behind you holding something in between. Just what was that "something" you're holding from behind?

"Close your eyes! I'll count to three and then you open them!" You demanded with your usual bright and cheerful smile.

"What? No. Just show it to me already."

"Awww don't be a party pooper~ Close your eyes first! Please?~"

Who can decline your offer when you look at him with those eyes? Leona got more curious on what your holding with each second that passed. Curiosity and anticipation flooded his mind, sinking and eventually accepting into your demands.

1 . 2 . 3 .

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEONA!~" with the biggest grin and cheerful greetings, you hand out his present between your hands.

A plushie? What? Nonetheless a plushie of himself? Leona was confused, shocked and amused. His ears twitched as he stared at you.

Countless people with great statures and names gifter the "Kingscholars" the brightest diamonds, the finest silk, sparkling gold and priceless liquor. But you on the otherhand... A plushie of him? A toy?

He was baffled and amused. With all the gifts he could possibly receive, A toy made him this happy? Who would've thought a man like him with easy acces to riches, would be delighted to receive a toy of himself.

"Pffft- A toy of myself?" He bursts out laughing with an ear to ear smile, you could've sworn you can see tears in his eyes from laughing too much. But seeing this childish side of his wasn't that bad.

"Well if you don't like it, then don't accept it. I guess what I made wasn't enough to satisfy this arrogant prince-" You tried to stand up on your feet, only to be stopped by arms that held unto your waist tightly from behind.

"No... I'll take it... You gave it to me and there's no take backs now." Leona burried his face in the nook of your shoulder. "I guess birthdays weren't that bad huh?"

"Of course it's not! It's your birthday and you're supposed to enjoy it!" You tried to reason.

"Enjoy? Ok then... let's stay like this for a little longer herbivore..." Even if you can't see his face from behind, a gut feeling tells you that you're 100 sure that Leona was smirking.

The short silence was accompanied with the rustling of the leaves and the sound of water that can lull anyone to sleep. The cries of the crickets in the night as the moon watches over the both of you basking beneath.

Time passed with the peaceful serenity that surrounded the both of you. You could've sworn in the series of breaths you both took, a whisper of thank you was said in between...

“Y/n... You won't leave my side right? Let's sleep in my room tonight, I'll allow you to be my pillow...”

"Pffft- you never really change...."

Happy Birthday Leona♡

Note: Yep that's how good it gets! My brain in rotting from art and fiction writing... Send help. BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS ILYSM! (´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ)♡

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Ok so my birthday is next week and I would really like a super fluffy to smut fic with Frankie. Idk what write about. I just want something juicy lol please and thank you

***Happy Birthday!!!! I hope you have a day just like this one!!! 😘😘😘

Birthday

“Excuse me.” A hand touching your elbow on the bar got your attention. Looking over to your right, you found him leaning against the bar, chocolate eyes focused on you.

He was cute in a scruffy kind of way. Hair in need of trim curled over his ears, the rest of it stuffed beneath a Standard Heating Oil hat. A few days out from the last time he shaved, his mustache looked slightly crooked as he gave you a grin that showcased a dimple. Casual button down shirt, jeans and boots adorned his lean figure. Definitely your type.

“Buy you a drink?” He asks, nodding to the nearly empty beer bottle in your hands. “A beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be drinking alone.”

You grin and put the bottle to your lips again, leaning your head back to take a long swallow. “Is that right?” You ask after you put it back on the bar.

His confident demeanor shifts as his eyes turn soft. “I love you, baby.”

You cock your head. “You don’t even know me, but you love me?” You ask, raising an eyebrow and looking pointedly at him.

He winces and covers up his blunder, his face resetting in that cock smirk. “I’ve been in love since you walked in this bar, baby.”

You snort at that, his smirk widening to a genuine grin at the sound of your laughter.

“That’s just lust, sweetheart.” You tease, bumping his shoulder.

His hand comes up to rest on his hip, his elbow on the bar as he leans a bit closer. “Maybe.” He says lowly. “I guess I’ll know for sure after I fuck you.”

“Cat!” You gasp out, eyes widening in shock.

“I don’t see a cat.” He makes a show of looking around the bar before settling his gaze back on you, eyes now darker. “But I do see a pussy I like.”

You gape for a moment, wordless until he cracks up. “Oh God.” Frankie shakes his head as he chuckles at his own bad line.

Your husband shuffles closer, reaching out to turn you on the barstool to face him. “Can we say we tried and I take you home and we put that frosting on your cake to good use?”

Heat pools in your abdomen at his words. Knowing exactly what he was thinking.

“Whatcha say baby? Gonna let me lick vanilla frosting off of your cu-”

“Check please!” You cut him off by raising your hand and flagging the bartender down, ready to get home and abandon this roleplay idea. His idea sounded so much better.

****

The car ride home was fast. Faster since Frankie had demanded you keep your hands to yourself so he could get the two of you home in one piece. Knowing full well that your hands tended to wander after being out with him.

Not that he didn’t love it. But he needed to keep both hands on the wheel while he prayed a cop didn’t catch him going twenty over the speed limit.

It had been fun, trying something new. Pretending not to know one another and “meet” in a bar. Not that he had lasted longer than thirty seconds before he was breaking character. But that was okay. You already knew you were going home with Francisco Morales. Just like you had years ago when you met at a bar.

When you pull into the house, Frankie opens the door and immediately heads for the kitchen. Opening the fridge he pulls out a bottle of champagne you don’t remember being in here.

“What’s this?”

Cat turns and gives you a slightly wounded look. “Can’t I treat my girl?” He asked. “Go sit down and I’ll bring you a glass and a slice of cake.”

There were times he was too good to you. He had brought you the cake from your favorite bakery, claiming that he had just stopped in and picked it up. But you knew he had to drive several miles out of his way to get it.

Bringing a plate with two pieces of cake on it and a couple of glasses of champagne, Frankie settles beside you and hands you one of the glasses.

“Happy Birthday, baby.” He offers, lifting up his glass and clinking it to yours as before taking a sip. You know champagne isn’t his favorite, but it’s so damn sweet that he got some for you.

He sets aside the glass on the coffee table and swipes his finger through the rich vanilla icing that is piled thick on the cake. Reaching over and smearing it on the edge of your jaw and down your neck with an impish grin on his face.

“Cat!” You give him an incredulous look, but he is already moving the plate off his lap and leaning towards you.

“I told you I wanted to lick the frosting off you, baby.” He murmured, his tongue running along your jaw and scooping up the sugary confection as he moans at taste.

Your eyes close at the feeling of his mouth on you. The unhurried pace as he licks and sucks all the frosting from your jaw before gliding his tongue down your neck. Chuckling against your neck when you squeal as he bites down on your pulse.

His fingers drag through the frosting again, pushing it down to the swell of your breasts that is showing at the edge of your dress. Humming at the sight before licking his way down.

Pulling back, he leans up to kiss you as his hands reach around you for your zipper. His tongue plunges into your mouth, letting you taste the sweet vanilla flavor from his mouth as he peels your dress down your body. His fingers fumble with the hooks of your bra for a second before he gets it undone, letting your breasts spill free from their confinement before he breaks the kiss and looks down at you.

“Fuck baby.” He whispers in awe. It’s something he says every time he strips you down and it never fails to make you feel beautiful.

He leans you back on the sofa before picking up the plate of cake again. He grins as he takes a thick glob of frosting and starts painting your body. Running it between your breasts and dotting the peaks of your nipples with it before smearing it down your stomach and into your belly button.

“Mmm” He hums, shifting down to hover over you. “My favorite dessert, right here.”

You gasp out his name as his tongue drags at your skin between your breasts, lapping up the frosting. Trailing over to your nipples and flicking his tongue against the hard nubs, before suckling at them. Switching back and forth between breasts until they are clean and swollen from his attention.

Delving down to your belly button he sucks out the frosting and making you squirm as he tickles you inadvertently.

Lips brush over your pelvis, kisses pressed to your hips as he moves down. His molten eyes watching you as he reached for the cake again.

“Spread your legs, baby.” He rasps, watching as your thighs spread wide and revealing your cunt for his viewing pleasure.

You flinched at the feeling of the frosting as he applied it to you before tossing the plate aside. His hands pulled your lips apart and licked his lips as he looked down hungrily.

His mouth envelops you, hot and wet as his tongue flutters along your slit. His moan vibrates into you as his hands wrap around your legs to hold them open. His noises are sinful, like he’s experiencing the best thing he’s ever tasted as he breaks you down to nothing more than nerves.

His jaw works ceaselessly, opening and closing as he slurps up the frosting as well as the arousal that is pouring from your cunt. Pulling your clit into his mouth to suck on it like it was candy and making you arch back into the cushions of the couch.

“Cat!” Your strangled cry is loud as he pushes you over the edge. Growling into your cunt as he licks at you harder, feasting on you as if you were his last meal. Steadily making it harder to breathe as your thighs tremble and your cunt clenches around nothing.

When you sob his name again, he finally pulls back with a satisfied look on his face. His mouth and mustache wet with you and his eyes glazed with lust as he stands up and starts ripping off his own clothes.

“Better than any cake, baby.” He coos, unzipping his jeans and shoving them down his legs to his cock, hard and weeping for you. “So fucking sweet.”

He grips the base of his cock, stroking himself as he kneels back on the sofa, sliding up to rock back on his heel and slide the tip of his cock around your entrance.

“Frankie.” You whimper his name, grabbing onto his forearms. “Please.”

“I love you.” His hips rocked forward and his cock easily split you open.

Your gasp was breathless, like it was every time you felt him slide into you at first. His girth and length filling you deliciously, making you squirm under his body. You loved the way that he seemed to stretch you out, brushing against that little piece of heaven without even meaning to. Although he knew it now and always made sure he used it to his advantage.

His grunts and curses were whispered into your ear. Making you shiver as his cock pushed and pulled inside of you. Scraping along your walls and spearing against your cervix. He wasn’t fucking you hard, but there was force behind every thrust. Enough to make you whimper in pleasure as he rocked into you again.

He laid over, heedless of the sticky canvas of your body, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you deeply. Groaning into you as his hips plunged down again, pulling back and repeating the motion again.

You are already sensitive from your last orgasm, making the throbbing of his cock inside you intensify that sensation. Building up another quickly. It’s always this way with him. He knows your body so well, it doesn’t take long for you to be mindless with bliss.

Nails dig into his biceps, your legs hitching up around his waist. “C-cat, I’m gonna cu-”

He’s groan is loud as you bear down on him. Your cunt seizes up and squeezes his cock as total euphoria rips through your body and makes your hips jerk up.

Cat grits his teeth and pushes through it, more force needed to continue to drive into you, to work for his own release and make yours last longer.

He doesn’t take long, your walls throbbing around him and sucking his cock deeper, his hips stutter as his breath catches in his throat. A low, wrecked sound emanating from his chest as his cock twitches inside you, painting your walls with his release.

You’ve started coming down, your hands moving to his back to skim gently over the sweaty skin. Feeling his total weight coming down on you, you smile as he buries his head beneath your chin and gives a relaxed sigh.

“I love you.” You whisper into the room, your hands still moving over the rippling muscles of his back as he shivers through the aftershocks.

“Happy birthday, baby.” He murmurs, his lips pressing against your collar bone.

It really was a happy one. You got to spend it with the love of your life. It couldn’t have been any better.

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singledarkshade · 3 years

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Waiting For A Train

Summary: She sighed, “I missed my train and I’m trying to work out if there is another way to get to Coast City without waiting for the next direct train at one in the morning.” “Well, we close around midnight,” he told her, “But I don’t have anywhere to go so I can stay open a little later to ensure you have somewhere safe to wait.” Author’s Note: For the wonderful @incendiaglacies, whose stories started me writing Timeship and has become my dear friend who is always happy to discuss random story ideas. Happy Birthday, Hope you have a wonderful day. ********************************************* The bar was quiet with enough people coming through to keep him busy, but it meant that he didn’t miss her walk through the door. Petite with long luxurious chestnut hair, high cheekbones, and soft pink lips. She was wearing a pair of comfortable looking light blue jeans and a loose green t-shirt with a black jacket under an ankle-length black coat while dragging a small purple case.

Reaching the bar, she climbed onto the stool at the end tucking the case down at her feet. The moment she was settled he moved over to her.

“What can I get you?” he asked.

“Just a diet cola,” she replied softly, in a similar accent to his own which surprised him, “And to let me know when you close?”

Grabbing her drink, he placed it on the bar before replying, “We close around midnight.”

She frowned slightly before nodding and paying for her drink, “Thank you.”

Giving her quick nod, he headed to serve one of the regulars. When he finished, he glanced over and saw she had a frown on her face as she studied the train schedule.

“Can I help with something?” he asked.

She sighed, “I missed my train and I’m trying to work out if there is another way to get to Coast City without waiting for the next direct train at one in the morning.”

“Well, we close around midnight,” he told her, “But I don’t have anywhere to go so I can stay open a little later to ensure you have somewhere safe to wait.”

“I can’t impose,” she protested, “You’ll want to get home.”

“You’re not,” he offered, “And I already am. Michael Xavier,” he introduced himself, “I own this place and live upstairs.”

A small smile touched her lips, and she shook the hand he offered, “Gideon Hunter.”

Michael mused for a moment before asking, “Are you hungry?”

Gideon looked up at him and he was caught by her storm grey eyes, “A little. If you have any crisps that will be great.” “I’m not feeding you crisps,” Michael shook his head, “I serve food at the weekend, and I have the supplies I can make you something quick but filling. If you want me to.”

A smile touched her lips, “Like?”

“Steak and onion baguette,” he suggested.

“That sounds wonderful,” Gideon said, “It has been a while since lunch, and I planned to eat on the train.”

Michael nodded and moved to the fridge pulling out the ingredients that were sitting there. He had intended to make it for his lunch tomorrow, but he could pick something up in the morning. Quickly he cooked the steak, the onions and heated up the baguette before putting it together, adding his special steak sauce before presenting it on a plate for her.

“Enjoy,” Michael smiled.

Gideon let out a small groan when Michael took the empty plate from in front of her.

“That was amazing,” she told him, “I haven’t eaten much today, and it was just perfect.”

Dipping his head in a slight bow, he smiled, “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Do you want anything else?”

“Just another diet cola,” Gideon told him, “Unless you’re hiding chocolate cake back there.”’

Michael laughed, “Maybe not chocolate cake but…” he ducked away and opened the freezer finding what he was looking for, returning to the bar Michael presented her with a small pot, “I have a frozen chocolate mousse.”

“Sold,” she laughed, her eyes lighting up as Michael handed her a spoon.

Heading to grab her drink, Michael glanced over and watched her take her first spoonful. Unable to tear his gaze from the way her eyes closed in bliss while her lips caressed the spoon, he shook himself trying to focus on what he was doing.

“So,” he said as he placed her fresh drink down, “Can I ask what the trip to Coast City is for?”

Gideon licked the spoon, “Just a business trip.” She rolled her eyes, “Which as you can see is going well so far.”

Michael chuckled.

When she lifted her drink, he caught the gold band on her left hand.

Disappointed he asked, “I take it your husband isn’t going with you.”

She held his gaze for a moment before looking at her ring and shrugging, “I’m not married.”

“Divorced and not used to taking it off at the moment?” he nodded understanding.

“Separated,” Gideon replied softly before adding, “It’s a little complicated. It does stop some men from hitting on me if I’m wearing it, although it doesn’t stop others.”

Michael grimaced, “I’ve thrown a few of those out of here in my time.”

“What about you?” Gideon asked suddenly, “You work here, you live here and you’re not wearing a ring. Is there someone special in your life?”

Shaking his head, Michael shrugged, “I’ve never been married and never met anyone I could see in that way. Maybe one day I’ll meet someone.”

“Then what brought you to Central City?” Gideon asked, “And,” she motioned around the room, “Here.”

Looking around his bar, Michael sighed, “I found my job was just…I felt bored and stuck in a rut. To be honest I had nothing tying me down and I was wandering the internet when I saw the bar for sale. I put in an offer, and it was accepted.”

“How long ago was that?” Gideon placed her elbow on the bar and rested her head on her hand.

“About six months ago now,” he smiled thoughtfully, “I don’t miss my old life, although on occasion I feel that I misplaced something in the move.”

“It’s impressive that you changed your life so drastically on an impulse,” Gideon nodded.

Michael shrugged, “What about you? What do you do?”

“I work with artificial intelligence and robotics,” Gideon told him.

“Sounds impressive,” Michael noted.

Gideon smiled, “It can get tedious sometimes, but my lab partner and I have been working on time travel in our spare time.”

“Seriously?”

“Well, we work on theories of how to do it, and how it would work,” Gideon laughed, “As well as ideas of whether we would use a car, a phone booth or a ship to travel in.”

Laughing Michael mused, “I would go with a ship probably.”

“I change my mind every few days,” Gideon chuckled, “I love the idea of a ship but how much fun would a car be?”

*********************************************

Michael finally found the cocktail shakers beneath the bar, wincing when he hit his head as he tried to stand. Gideon’s golden laughter surrounded him, and he rolled his eyes when he stood.

“Found them.” They had started talking about cocktails and it turned into him offering to show her how to make a few. Gideon had joined him behind the bar for her lesson, her case tucked away in the corner.

“Okay,” she caught one of the strainers from falling, “Are you sure you know how to do this?”

“Well, not many people have asked for a cocktail since I opened this place,” Michael told her.

“They might if your menu was in plain sight,” she teased, pointing to the board hidden just behind the fake plants.

Sighing Michael handed her the book, “What do you want to start with?”

“Since I’m not drinking,” Gideon noted, “A non-alcoholic one would be best.” “Is there anyone who wants to try a cocktail?” Michael called out to the people around the bar, “No charge, I’m seeing if I can make them.” Several hands went up and Michael turned to Gideon, “We have few brave volunteers.”

“Alright,” she flipped through the pages and decided to go for a classic, “Pina Colada.”

Michael watched Gideon carefully carry the final cocktail attempt to the woman who had agreed to try if the French Martini he’d made was any good. It had been a fun few hours, making the different drinks with Gideon instructing him, while the rest of the bar made suggestions, drank the results and gave feedback.

“Will you be adding cocktails to the menu that people can see from now on?” Gideon asked as she perched on top of the bar beside him.

Michael laughed, glancing over to see how his final cocktail was and getting a thumbs up, “Maybe after some more practice runs, I’ll add a few to start with.”

“My work here is done,” Gideon beamed.

Michael cleared everything from the bar to the sink area, “I’ll clean up later.”

“No,” Gideon protested, “I’ll help wash everything. You’ve only made the mess because of my suggestion. Not to mention you are staying open to give me a place to wait for my train.”

“I appreciate the help,” Michael told her, “I’ll fill the two sinks and we can take half each.”

Gideon slid her jacket off and laid it on the chair before she grabbed the spare apron hanging there. Looking as though she belonged there, Gideon began to clean the glasses.

Michael smiled as he watched her for a moment before he started his half of the cleaning.

Gideon was sitting cross-legged on the bar as Michael closed the doors after the final customer left just after midnight.

“I can help,” she said as he began to put the chairs on the table.

“Stay where you are,” Michael assured, “This only takes a few minutes.”

“You know I am very grateful to you for letting me stay here tonight,” Gideon told him, “There is a waiting room in the train station...”

“But this late at night,” Michael shook his head, “It’s not safe. I’m happy for the company. Especially from someone as smart, fun and beautiful as you.”

A soft blush covered her cheeks, “Well, you’re not so bad yourself.”

“So,” Michael said placing the final chair on the table, “We covered jobs, education, favourite drinks. Let’s see what else is there to talk about?”

“Oh, I know,” Gideon beamed, “Let’s go back to time travel. If you could travel anywhere through time, where would you go?”

“The Old West,” he replied instantly.

“Without a moment’s thought,” Gideon chuckled.

Michael shook his head, “I didn’t need one. Don’t get me wrong I know it’s not exactly the ideal place, but it’s always fascinated me.”

Pursing her lips as she looked him up and down, Gideon noted, “I think you would look extremely good in the outfit.”

Feeling the back his neck heat at her gaze, he ducked his head slightly and pretended to fix one of the chairs.

“What about you?” Michael asked.

Gideon bit her lower lip for a moment, looking impossibly adorable, “Atlantis.”

“Really?” Michael grabbed a stool beside her and sat, “Why there? It is a mythical land.”

“Because there is always the possibility it’s real,” Gideon said, “And I would love to find out.”

Michael nodded, “Makes sense.” “What about the future?” Gideon asked, “Would you like to go there?”

“Definitely,” Michael breathed, “Although to just see the stars would be incredible.”

Gideon nodded, “I know what you mean.”

They chatted for a little longer before Gideon’s watch buzzed, and she sighed.

“To make sure I catch this train,” she told him, “I need to leave now.”

Michael nodded and retrieved her case, as well as grabbing his jacket. At her confused look he rolled his eyes, “I’m not letting you walk alone.”

“You don’t have to,” Gideon told him.

“I want to.”

She smiled, “Thank you.”

Once they were both ready, Michael took her case and they started out. It was cool, but not too cold, as they strolled towards the train station. Michael could see she was surprised when he walked with her to the platform, but he wanted to make sure she got safely on the train.

“Oh,” Gideon gasped suddenly, “I didn’t pay you for my drinks or meal.” “It’s on the house,” Michael told her, “But next time perhaps…” he paused and took a quick breath before continuing, “Perhaps you’ll let me take you out for a proper meal.”

“I might not be back for a few months,” Gideon whispered.

He licked his lips before breathing, “I can wait.”

Without thought he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. The kiss lingered before deepening as the train pulled in.

They parted and Gideon squeezed his hand.

“I will be back as soon as I can,” she whispered before kissing him quickly once more.

Michael watched her get on the train and take a seat at the window, from the corner of his eye he spotted a man get on the train, but it was on the carriage back from her.

As the train pulled away, Michael waved to her hoping she’d be back soon.

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Gideon sat staring out the window as the train moved through the city, turning when the man who had got on at the same time dropped into the seat across from her.

“Well?”

Gideon sighed as she played with her ring, “He didn’t recognise me at all.”

“Are you sure?” John demanded, “I saw the kiss he gave you.”

Gideon shook her head.

“Listen to me, love,” John said, “Rip sacrificed his memory to save you from that curse. He can’t go back on that deal.” “But we can,” Gideon reminded him, “I am going to get Rip back and nothing will get in my way.”

John chuckled as he leaned back, “I know that. And I have a lead for us once we get back to the ship.”

Closing her eyes, Gideon played with her wedding ring remembering the moment Rip had given it to her. He had kept his vows by protecting her no matter what, now it was time to keep hers.

And nothing would stop her.

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