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succubusmelt · 10 months

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Ok, since my birthday is coming up, (I’m turning 19 on the 20th! :D) can we have a fanfic about all the yanderes like Jack/Joseph, Peter Dunbar, Alan Orion, and John Doe planning a surprise birthday for them? Like the MC had forgotten that their birthday is coming up so the yanderes plan out a small little surprise like a date at anyplace. It could be at a park, home, movie, theme park, restaurant, ANYWHERE!

Thank you!! Here’s some tea for you 😌☕️

Tk for the tea! :) and happy birthday~

SUNNYDAY JACK!

That morning, you awoke and began your daily routine as usual. You wandered into the kitchen half asleep, unaware that today was in fact your birthday.

Jack, the cheerful phantom clown who only you could see, had been planning a surprise for weeks. As you entered the kitchen, Jack jumped out from behind the counter shouting "Happy birthday!" while throwing confetti.

You looked at him confused. "It's not my birthday Jack."

Jack laughed. "Silly goose, of course it is! I've had this date marked for months."

You checked your phone and saw to your surprise that it was indeed your birthday. You had completely forgotten.

"Huh, would you look at that. I totally forgot it was my birthday today," you chuckled.

Jack beamed. "Well then, good thing I didn't forget! I've made your favorite chocolate chip pancakes and have a special birthday cupcake waiting."

You smiled at Jack's thoughtfulness. "Aww Jack, you didn't have to do all this."

"Nonsense!" said Jack. "Your birthday is important, we must celebrate!"

You sat down at the small kitchen table as Jack served you a stack of fluffy pancakes and a cup of coffee.

Jack then brought over a lit candle stuck in a cupcake, singing the birthday song at the top of his lungs. You couldn't help but chuckle at Jack's enthusiastic yet slightly off-key singing.

You blew out the candle and made a wish. The two of you spent the morning chatting and laughing over breakfast.

You were grateful to have Jack to help make your birthday feel special in his own unique way.

"Thank you, Jack, you're the best person I could ask for today," you said sincerely.

Jack beamed. "Anything for you, sunshine!" he replied. "Now, how about some movies and maybe cuddle in the sofa?"

"Sounds perfect," you laughed.

JOHN DOE!

You awoke to the shrill beeping of your alarm, hitting snooze and rolling over with a groan. Just another day, or so you thought. Downstairs, John was already wide awake, a manic glint in his yellow eyes. Today was special - it was your birthday! And John wouldn't let you forget it, oh no. He had big plans to make this the best birthday ever, because the subject of birthdays has always seemed curious to him. So he probably spent a lot of time looking at them and analyzing them on TV.

This was going to be the perfect day! He giggled to himself as he troed to hung streamers and balloons all around the house. Into the kitchen next, whipping up a towering (burned) cake. He just loved, loved, loved crafts!

But something was missing…presents! John had searched far and wide for the perfect gifts, each one specially selected to make you smile. Something colorful and full of confetti, meaty and squishy covers most of the furniture in your house and seems to be something sticky. Anyone else would be grossed out, but you were used to it, and somehow it seemed… cute. Even Doe took it upon himself to put a bow on the slimy stuff.

Glancing at the clock, John realized you would be waking up soon. As he heard your footsteps coming down the stairs, he darkened the room and hid behind the sofa, barely able to contain his excitement.

"SURPRISE!" he shouted, leaping out with a flourish as you stepped into the living room. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! I planned a whole party just for you!" You were stunned, having co

mpletely forgotten it was even your birthday. Taking in the decorations, the gross slime in your houses that John had prepared, you were overwhelmed by the effort. "I made this cake myself, 3 whole layers of chocolatey goodness, your favorite!" John exclaimed, wheeling out the mammoth confection. His grin stretched impossibly wide as he waved his arms with flourish like a gameshow host revealing a prize. Before you could even process this surprise, he grabbed your hand and pulled you along. He bounced on his toes and spoke a mile a minute, barely pausing for breath in his exhilaration.

"I just love, love, LOVE birthdays! The presents, the games, the candy, the fun! But most of all I love YOU!" He threw his wiry arms around you in an enthusiastic hug before darting off again.

Despite the shock of it all, you couldn't help but smile at his childlike joy and excitement to celebrate your birthday. No one had ever gone to such lengths for you before. As the day went on, John made sure you were having the time of your life. He even popped out of the massive cake, sending frosting flying everywhere, but laughing all the while.

"This is the best birthday I've ever had!" he declared, licking buttercream off his fingers. You had to admit, it was pretty unforgettable. No one else would or could have done all this for you. Finally, the sugar crash was setting in. As the sun set outside, you and John snuggled up on the couch together, you nestled against his chest. He smiled down at you, his expression softening.

"Did you have a fun day?" he asked, twirling a lock of your hair idly around his slender finger. You nodded, still basking in the glow of the day's events. No matter what misadventures tomorrow might bring, you would always remember the time and love John put into this special day, just for you.

ALAN ORION!

You woke up like any other day, oblivious that this particular day marked another year of your life. As you went through your morning routine, there was no indication that today was special. No one called to wish you a happy birthday, no gifts waiting for you when you went downstairs. For you, it seemed like just another ordinary day.

But someone did remember. Hidden among the trees of the forest you often visited, Alan had been preparing. For weeks he had been planning something special, eager to celebrate your birthday in his own unique way.

The night before, under the cover of darkness, he had snuck into your home while you slept. Confirming the date in your calendar, he grinned in anticipation. You had no idea what he had in store for you. After watching you for a bit, he slipped back out and returned to the forest.

Today, Alan was up before the sun, too excited to sleep. He spent the early hours tidying up his little clearing in the woods, decorating it with wildflowers and vines. He prepared all your favorite foods, packing a basket with sweet treats to share. His gifts for you were handmade trinkets wrapped in simple brown paper and tied off with twine.

Alan could hardly wait for you to arrive. He paced around, checking and rechecking everything. He wanted it to be perfect for you. Finally deciding he was ready, he grabbed his axe and headed out to the woods to gather more firewood. He hoped to lead you back just at the right moment.

As Alan chopped wood, you began your walk through the forest trail. Breathing in the fresh air, you slowly wandered along, enjoying the peace of nature. You hadn't gotten far when Alan appeared, as if out of nowhere, right on the path in front of you.

"Well, hey there, doe-eyes! Fancy running into you!" He greeted you cheerfully. Taking your hand, he guided you off the trail towards his secluded clearing.

You gave him a puzzled look, uncertain why he was acting so excited today. But you followed along, trusting him completely.

Reaching the clearing, Alan led you into the little area. "I have a surprise for you…"

Stepping forward, you gasped in awe. The cozy space was filled with wildflowers, sweet aromas, and decorations just for you. In the center sat a small cake with lit candles. You turned to Alan in shock.

"Happy birthday!" He shouted, pulling you into a warm embrace. "I wanted to celebrate you today. Make this day special. Do you like it?"

You were utterly surprised, touched by the thoughtfulness of it all. You had completely forgotten your own birthday, but Alan had remembered. He knew this date was important to you and wanted to make you feel loved.

Taking your hand, he led you around the clearing, showing you all he had prepared. The food, the handmade gifts, every detail was just for you. No one had ever done anything so thoughtful.

As the sun began to set, you found yourself slow dancing with Alan in the candlelight. His arms wrapped protectively around you as he hummed a sweet melody. This woodland birthday party turned out to be the most memorable one yet thanks to your dear Alan.

PETER DUNBAR!

Today is your birthday, though it's far from your mind when your alarm jolts you awake this morning. You silenced it and started your usual morning routine - shower, breakfast, quick scroll through your phone. The date doesn't even register.

Meanwhile, Peter has been giddy with excitement for weeks leading up to this day. He knows everything about you, including your birthday, and wants to make it extraordinarily special.

You're just about to head out the door for work when you hear the doorbell ring. You open it to find a delivery man with a massive bouquet of roses in every color - red, pink, yellow, white. "Special delivery for your birthday!" he announces cheerfully. Birthday? Oh right, it's your birthday! You had completely forgotten. What a wonderful surprise, you think, as you take the flowers and find the card from Peter.

After stopping to put the roses in water, you rush off to work, not wanting to be late. When you arrive at your desk, you find a perfectly wrapped gift waiting for you. Opening it up reveals a set of expensive bath oils and lotions in your favorite scents - peach, mango, coconut. "A special treat for your special day! Enjoy! Love, Peter" the note attached says. These will be so lovely to use after a long day, you think, touched by his thoughtfulness.

Leaving work that evening, exhausted after a long day, you find one last surprise waiting for you. When you enter your apartment, the lights are off, which is odd. Suddenly, they flip on, and Peter jumps out from hiding shouting "Surprise!" The living room is decorated with balloons and streamers. Your dining table is spread with your favorite foods. In the center is an enormous bouquet of vibrant flowers.

Peter runs up and embraces you. "Happy birthday, darling! I wanted to make this day so special for you." You beam, tears pricking your eyes. You can't believe he put all of this together for you.

"I totally forgot it was even my birthday!" you say with a laugh. "This is incredible, Peter. Thank you so much for everything - the flowers, gifts... It's too much. I'm overwhelmed by your generosity and thoughtfulness."

Peter is thrilled to see you so delighted. "You deserve to feel loved and celebrated on your birthday. I'd do anything to see your beautiful smile," he says, gazing at you adoringly.

You give him a tender kiss, touched by how well he knows you and the immense effort he put into orchestrating thoughtful surprises to brighten your day. While Peter may go overboard with his intensity sometimes, today it comes from a place of pure love and devotion.

Despite your chaotic schedule, Peter made sure your birthday did not go uncelebrated. Thanks to him, you feel so special and cared for on this day. You blow out the candles on your cake together, share a delicious meal, and end the night dancing in the living room - the perfect birthday thanks to Peter's selfless attention to detail and desire to see you smile.

#mdhm #my dear hatchet man #alan orion #mdhm alan #swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj jack #sunny day jack x reader #gn!reader #x reader #reader insert #headcanons #john doe game #your boyfriend game

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samandcolbyownme · 4 months

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Summary: a request by @tenleyslipstick - “Can you do a sam and colby poly relationship on birthday fluff? My birthday is on the 8th, and I'd really appreciate it! <33”

Warnings: nothing but mild swearing. Enjoy :)

Word count: 1.1k | not edited

Happy birthday! - from your friendly neighborhood writer, SamandColbyOwnMe! Love you lots!

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“Happy birthday!”

You sit up in bed, looking around in a confused panic, “What the hell?” Your eyes focus on flames and you sigh with a smile, “I’m going to kill you guys.”

“Sorry, babe.” Colby chuckles and sits on the bed. Sam steps closer with the cake with lit candles, “We wanted to surprise you.”

You laugh as you rub your eyes, “You definitely did something.” You look between them and to the cake, “You guys didn’t ha-“

“Yes.” Sam brings the cake down in front of you, “We did.”

Your eyes can over the words that are written on it and you smile, “Oh my gosh. That’s great.”

“Older. Wiser, and hotter than ever.” Colby laughs, “It’s only the truth.. so.” You lay a hand on his arm and the other on Sam’s wrist, “Thank you guys. So much.”

They smile and Sam nods toward the cake, “Make a wish, baby.”

You look between them and think for a moment before you blow out the candles, “There.” You laugh as you swipe icing off the side and lick it off your finger, “Mm. That’s delicious.”

“We only went to the best bakery in town. You deserve the best.” Colby smiles and nudges your arm, “Now.. get dressed and come down stairs.”

Your eyes go wide, “Oh my god. Are there people here?”

Sam shakes his head, “No. no. But there will be later.”

“You’re throwing me a party?” You purse your bottom lip out, “You don’t have to do that.”

“It’s been set for weeks now, babe. Nothing more we can do.” Colby stands up, “Now.. come downstairs when you’re ready.”

“Okay.” You smile and stop Sam as he goes to walk out, “Let me have some more of that icing.” Sam chuckles and walks back over, “Do you want me to leave it up here?”

You debate for a moment, but shake your head no, “No. it’ll be gone by the time I come down.”

“Okay.” Sam shakes his head, “Happy birthday, beautiful.”

“Thank you, baby.” You smile as he kisses your lips and goes downstairs. You stand up, throwing on sweatpants and a sweatshirt before heading down.

Your jaw drops and you slowly make your way down the last few steps in shock, “Oh my.. you guys!”

The ceiling is littered with balloons of all colors.

There’s stray balloons on the floor.

There’s gifts on the couch and the cake is sitting on the counter next to cupcakes.

“Surprise!” They both yell in unison, “Happy birthday.. again.”

You laugh and cover your mouth as you walk over to them and they both hug you, “Thank you guys. I’ve never had a birthday this celebrated before.”

“It will definitely be celebrated tonight. We invited all your friends..” Colby kisses your head and Sam nods, pointing to you, “..and we’re getting a dj.”

“A DJ? Oh my gosh. Guys. This…” you look around, “I love you both. This is a lot.”

“A lot in a bad way or..” Colby smirks and you shake your head, “No.. no. Not at all. I just mean.. I feel so loved. A lot. Of love.”

They both smile and Sam holds out a heart shaped cupcake, “If you thought the cake was good, try these.”

You take the cupcake and take off the wrapper before biting into, “Oh my gosh.” Your words are muffled by cupcake, “This is delicious.”

“Uh huh! They’re sooo good.” Sam hands one to Colby, “Try it.” Colby takes it and tries and he has the same reaction you did, “That is a good cupcake.”

“You did good, guys. Thank you. I know I keep saying it, but that’s going to be an all day thing.” You laugh slightly and lean on the counter, “I can’t believe you did all this.”

“When we like someone this much, we want them to know.” Sam smiles and Colby nods, “Plus.. it’s not everyday that Sam and Colby become party planners.”

You tilt your head and smirk, “Is it though?”

They laugh and Sam nods, “Okay. Let’s be more specific.. party planners for their girlfriend.”

You laugh and nod, “There you go.” You set the wrapper down and look up, “So.. would you guys rather me leave and go get ready at y/f/n’s house and come back? You know, like a grand entrance into my own party?”

Colby nods, “Yeah, we already talked to her about that.” He chuckles and you raise your brows, “Wow. You guys are really on top of it.”

Sam shrugs, “We made sure everything was a perfect as it could possibly be.” He points to the couch, “now. On to the gifts.”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

A few hours later, you’re sitting in your friend’s bedroom, talking about just how perfect Sam and Colby are as up apply your makeup.

“They literally planned everything.” You look at her, “Everything.”

She smiles, “They love you. So much. And you deserve it.”

You sigh, turning back towards the mirror, “if someone would have told me when I was younger that I’d be not only living, but dating two.. two guys from Kansas who are YouTube stars.. I would laugh because there’s no way I would have believed them.”

She laughs and nods, “No I totally understand what you’re saying. But it’s true.” She walks over, brushing out your curls that have been setting, “Hairspray.”

You hand her the hairspray and she sprays your hair, “You’re going to look so pretty.”

You smile and apply your lipstick, “I can’t wait to see what else they have planned.” You stand up, walking over to your bag and taking out your dress.

It’s a short navy blue, satin, spaghetti strap dress, and it’s gorgeous.

You change into it and fix your hair, “Okay. How do I look?” Your friend turns around and she nods, “That looks so good on you!”

“Really?” You smile and smooth it out and she nods, “Oh yeah. Are you ready then?”

“I just need my shoes and then we’re good.”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You pull into the driveway of your house and you take a deep breath, “I’m kind of nervous, actually.”

Your friend laughs and pats your leg, “You’ll be fine. You know every one that’s here.” She smiles, “now come on. Let’s go birthday girl.”

You smile and get out, pulling down your dress before you shut the door. You walk up and your friend goes in first and you slowly follow behind her.

Everyone erupts with a loud, “Happy Birthday, y/n!”

Confetti flies overhead and you laugh as you catch some in your hands. Sam and Colby walk up to you and each gives you a peck on the cheek.

“Happy birthday, baby.” Sam smiles and rubs your lower back.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” Colby kisses your temple, “Now go party it up.”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

A very special happy birthday to the person that requested this. I hope it’s and more! 🖤

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ficthots · 2 years

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A/N: Okay here’s a birthday fic for Peter that I’m posting on Andrew’s birthday because we wouldn’t have our beloved Peter #3 without him! It’s a cute, fluffy, adorable piece. I hope you guys enjoy it and as always let me know what you think! (P.S. these pictures are exactly how I picture Peter in this fic, okay bye!)

Word Count: 6.2k+

Birthdays are funny in that they vary depending on the person being celebrated. There are those who adore birthdays and attempt to stretch them out for all they’re worth. One single day isn’t enough to celebrate them so a birthday week is more appropriate or even a birthday month. There are those who despise birthdays and detest growing older, forgoing the festivities entirely.

People like your best friend, Peter, are completely indifferent to them. He wouldn’t mind a handmade card and a single cupcake and would be content. If someone decided to throw a bash he would appreciate the effort that went into the planning and those that took time out of their schedule to attend. The key being he was simply happy to be involved.

Every year you tried to gain insight into how he was feeling about his birthday to gauge what he would most enjoy and for the last few years it had been incredibly simplistic. Last year consisted of cake, ice cream, a singular present, and a handmade card which had sent him over the moon.

May had snuck into the apartment whilst you two were sleeping and decorated the space. Balloons littered the floor, streamers hung from the walls and ceiling, a happy birthday banner strung along the wall met you both with a surprised laugh.

Peter had started the day with a birthday bagel and a large smile and ended the day with consuming ¾ of an entire birthday cake and a crafty birthday card which took you three hours to make that he swore he would cherish always. This year was going to be different. Very different.

He gingerly opened the card you had presented to him the day before his birthday, eyeing you with questions dancing in his eyes as you bounced excitedly on the couch next to him. When two faux plane tickets fell out onto his lap, his brows furrowed.

“Okay, so obviously I couldn’t get the real ones yet because they’re on my phone, but I’m taking you on a trip for your birthday this year!” You couldn’t contain your excitement as he monitored you from the corner of his eye, trying to read what the tickets said your destination was.

He chuckled as he saw the city written in gold lettering, glitter cascading down onto his shirt. “Vegas?” You jumped up and did your best Elvis impersonation you could manage. “Uh huh. It’s only for a quick weekend getaway, but I wanted to do something big for you this year and what’s bigger than Las Vegas!”

Peter rubbed his face and laughed at your excitement as you bounced around the living room. “We leave tomorrow morning?” You landed on his lap, his hands pulling you into him to wrap you up in a hug. “Thank you. This’ll be great,” you placed a sloppy kiss on his cheek as you stood, taking him with you and leading him towards his room.

“We need to get you packed. I’ve been packed for three days. Do you know how hard it was to keep this a secret from you?” He leaned on the doorframe, watching you in adoration as you rambled on about how long you had been planning this birthday surprise for him.

It was freezing. You peeked your eyes open and the room was wrapped in darkness. Only a top sheet covered you as you attempted to gather your bearings and let your eyes adjust to the pitch black surroundings.

As you moved your neck you felt like a semi truck had run you over, a headache pounding against your head, eyes feeling like they were going to fall out. You whimpered, a groan following as the body in bed next to you began to move.

“I need you to stop moving,” a hand landed on your bare back, stilling you. His voice was scratchy and sleep riddled, but you knew it was Peter. You rolled over facing him as you saw his eyes were heavy with exhaustion, bloodshot and barely opened.

The mattress below you felt like a water bed as you rolled. “I’m gonna throw up,” you whispered out. The thwip of webs echoed in the quiet room as a trashcan landed under your chin seconds later. “Do it in the bin, please,” he grabbed a fistful of your hair as you dry heaved.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you reached blindly on the nightstand next to you for the bottle of water you explicitly remember placing there for your future self. “Peter, I can’t-I can’t find it,” you murmured out.

A loud sigh left him as he prepared himself to sit up for the first time. He exhaled dramatically as he propelled himself up to scan the room for the bottle. Another web released as he found it, but this time not as nimble as before. You heard the thump of it hitting him in the temple.

Giggles fell from you as he tossed the bottle to you, laying down whilst rubbing the spot, landing harshly on his pillow as you sipped, washing the remnants of bile from your mouth.

“Are you as naked as I am right now?” He spoke out after a few minutes as you rubbed at the bridge of your nose, a dull ache persistent.

Your hand went below the sheet and felt your bare thigh. “Mhm,” you mumbled back as he groaned. Neither of you spoke again as you searched your memories, trying to piece together what had happened the night before.

“Fuck. Did we-did we do it?” You swallowed thickly at the possibility. The relationship you two had always teetered on more. People commented all the time on the closeness of you both. You were a borderline couple as is, but this was a threshold you had only ever thought of, never acting on.

There had been a few drunken kisses exchanged before, his touch familiar and comfortable because it happened so often, and you said you loved each other constantly. Nearly every single day, but was Peter in love with you like you knew were with him?

You sighed as you peered at the boy next to you. He was incredibly handsome. Sure, you’d harbored a crush on him for a few years, but you knew better than to act on it. However, drunk you was an entirely different person, obviously, and although the actions from the previous night were slipping your mind, based on the current situation, sex was entirely plausible.

“I’m thinking yes, but I don’t remember anything. Do you remember anything, Pete?” He shook his head, hair flopping around as he did. “I don’t. I take that back. I remember a lot of lights. Like neon lights. Signs maybe?” You chuckled as you moved to your back. “That means we were on the Strip.”

Your left hand went to your face, rubbing your eye when you felt something unfamiliarly cool brush against your skin. You peeked your eye open to see what it was. As you held your hand out in front of you both, you looked at the gold band around your ring finger.

“When did I get a ring?” He leaned over, resting his large head on your covered chest, nuzzling into you. “Dunno,” was all he offered in return. You dropped your arm, tracing circles on his skin.

A loud, shrill sound rang. “Oh no, no, no. Peter, get it! Turn it off!” Your hands went to your ears, burying your face in the pillow as he climbed over you, grabbing the hotel phone and answering it.

“Hello? Okay, thank you,” he placed the phone back on the receiver and pushed off of you, standing up. “We set up a wake up call,” you groaned, pulling the sheet over the top of your head, cursing your past self for it.

Peter shuffled around as he gathered his clothes, slipping back into them. He slowly approached the curtains. “Close your eyes. I’m opening them,” you started to protest, but to no avail. Without any hesitation he pulled them apart, light flooding into the room, piercing your eyes.

As he turned around his hand went to his mouth, looking around the room in bewilderment. You reappeared from under the covers and saw what he was gawking at. The entire room was borderline trashed.

Bedding and towels littered the floor, webs hung from the walls, takeout trash took up all possible countertop and table space, discarded alcohol bottles filled the nightstands and dresser top.

“Oh, babe. What did we do?” Peter’s laugh followed his question as he looked at the damage, moving towards the bathroom. Your gaze went upwards, looking at what awaited you on the ceiling.

In webbing, words sat there. Your eyes widened, sitting up fast and staring at the bathroom that Peter had just gone into in complete shock. JUST MARRIED. It stared down at you as you let it wash over you.

Slipping back into your t-shirt and panties you quickly approached the bathroom door, knocking fervently as the shower began to run. “Peter! Pete, open the door,” the door slid open as he appeared before you.

You reached in and grabbed his hand, seeing a gold band adorning his finger, matching yours. “Oh my god. Peter, oh my god!” He laughed as he held his hand up to yours. “We match. Look,” he continued chuckling as you walked back to the bed and sat with your head in your hands.

He followed you, concern etching across his face at your mood. “Babe, what’s wrong?” You looked into his honey eyes as he crouched in front of you, pointing upwards, silently telling him where to look. His head tilted back, jaw opening and closing like a fish out of water at the wording.

“Holy shit. I don’t remember. Did we actually get married?” You shook your head, running your hands through your hair, pushing it away from your face. “I have no idea, Pete. I seriously am having such a hard time remembering anything. We’ve never gotten drunk like that before,” small tidbits of memories flashed in your mind.

Caesars Palace, laughing at the statue of the naked man and his penis. The Cosmopolitan and the chandelier bar. The Bellagio and the gardens. New York New York and the roller coaster. No memory of a wedding.

Your eyes flew open to see him standing in front of you, rubbing his face tiredly. The gold band looked immaculate on his slender flinger. It looked like it was always meant to be there. Your heart tightened at the thought that it was there because of you. For you.

“I don’t remember. I remember we started at Caesars. That’s where we found out that if you gamble they give you free drinks. We got shit faced playing video poker, walked around the casino floor and saw that statue of the naked guy. We laughed at his penis for like five minutes straight before we left. Where did we go next?”

Peter leaned on one leg, snapping his fingers as the memory washed over him. “We went right. You wanted to go to some bar you had heard a lot about. Like a lamp bar or something? We only got like one or two drinks there,” you laughed as you remember trying to act distinguished in the high end resort.

“Yeah, we-we ordered Cosmopolitans thinking it was funny. I sat on your lap the entire time because there was only one seat available. The waiter didn’t think it was as funny, but it was because I spilled the drink down the front of your white dress shirt,” Peter’s eyes closed as he recalled the events.

“That’s right. I had to buy another one. You didn’t want to walk all the way back to the hotel, I offered to swing us and you said, ‘You can’t do that. Spider-Man only exists in New York. Las Vegas doesn’t know about him,’ which is not true because I make national news almost every week,” you rolled your eyes as he approached you, hands cupping your jaw.

“Okay, let’s get ready. We’ll try and think of more, but I’m starving and so hungover and want waffles so bad,” he smushed your cheeks together, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead as you nodded your head. His eyes fell to your hand that rested on his hip. He hesitated for a second as he saw the band that sat on your skin.

Peter’s hands fell from your face as he moved back to the bathroom. “Do you want to shower first?” He stopped as he stood at the door, scratching the back of his neck, a light blush tinting his skin.

You nodded and smiled at him. It was a major step, but one that you felt was right in the moment. As you approached him, chests brushing together as you squeezed past to get in the bathroom, you gently kissed the underside of his jaw, feeling him still completely at the motion.

You didn’t want to overthink the situation as you undressed, the door open, his bare back facing you, offering you some privacy. It was silly, you thought. Not only had you two slept together last night, but you were married. Literally man and wife.

What did you want to happen? Lean into the drunken mistake and see what could happen? You had known him for years, he was your best friend, you loved him. You really did. Is this how you imagined this happening? No, not at all. Could you work with this, though?

You crossed the small bathroom, placing your hand on his back. He turned and saw you standing before him, completely nude. He swallowed thickly, almost frightened to look down and see anymore of you.

Letting your hand move to the back of his neck, lightly tugging at the stands that sat there, leaning towards one another. “I want to kiss you really bad, but I haven’t brushed my teeth and I got sick less than a half an hour ago,” he laughed, agreeing with you and watched as you stepped back from him.

“Do you-you wanna shower with me?” You let the question hang between you two, nerves wracking you. He could turn you down easily. Not wanting to let this go any further between you two. You braced yourself for the rejection that could answer every question swimming in your head, possibly shutting down any chance of making this weird situation work.

He only nodded, doe eyes staring down at you, a slight tremble to his hands. Your lip sucked between your teeth, gently gnawing at the flesh as you mimicked his move, nodding along with him. The water splashed against your shoulder, dipping your head back to feel the water pulsate against you.

Your headache was still pounding, but Peter’s arms enclosed around you, pulling you towards him. You opened your eyes and saw his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, yours in one of the hands wrapped around you, pressing into your back.

You took it from his hands, quickly running over your teeth, setting it on the shower lip. As soon as it was out of your hand, Peter had you pulled against him, lips crashing together. He turned you both so he stood directly under the water, hands holding your jaw in place to meld to him as he explored you.

An involuntary moan slipped past your lips as you felt his tongue brush against your lips, your hands tangling into his soaked hair, his stubble rubbing against your face as you two moved forward in whatever mess your drunkes selves had gotten you into.

Knowing Peter possibly felt the same turmoil of feelings you did made you feel better. Of course this was a complete disaster, but there was a chance you could make this work. You just needed to remember what the fuck had happened the night before.

“Watch, watch this. You-ya think you’re the only one who can do cool stuff?” You pulled Peter’s attention to yourself as you awkwardly jumped from a bench in front of The Linq. His jaw fell slack, clapping at your small exertion.

“Holy shit, that was awesome. I need to make you your own,” he looked around to see if there were people around you both, wrapping his arm around your neck and pulling you into him as he whispered into your ear. “I’m gonna make you your own web shooters. Can’t be Mrs. Spider-Man if you don’t have your own web shooter,” you nodded enthusiastically, sipping from the insanely large frozen daiquiri bottle you had purchased earlier that evening.

You hands grabbed at his dress shirt, crumpling it in your fist as you pulled him into a kiss. He fully leaned into you, hands pawing at your waist to get you as close to him as possible. “Thank you, Mr. Spider-Man. If I have my own web thingies then I can help you! We can save New York together,” your eyes glistened with tears at the idea of being crime fighting partners together.

He wiped at your eyes, a large goofy smile taking over his features. “No, no, no. Too dangerous for my wife. I’ll save New York for the both of us, ‘kay?” You sniffled as he kissed the apples of your cheeks. “M’kay. Wait! That’s the Eiffel Tower! When’d we get to Paris? You didn’t have to take me to Paris for our honeymoon!”

You groaned as you sipped your orange juice, a piece of paper in between you both as you mapped out the night, trying to place when and how it had happened. The only things that had been filled in so far was the start of the night at your hotel, The Wynn. Then you walked to Caesars, followed by the Cosmopolitan, and then New York New York where you both rode the roller coaster.

Photo evidence existed at the New York New York signaling you were already married, the bands clear as day in the souvenir picture. There was a large gap between the New York New York and the Cosmopolitan, knowing it had happened sometime between then.

The bar shenanigans had happened at or around ten pm and the photo from the ride was stamped at midnight, right when the ride closed for the night. You vividly remember begging the ride attendants to let you on for the last one of the night, claiming you were newlyweds and there was nothing more in the world that you wanted.

The Bellagio happened sometime after that, followed by getting dinner as husband and wife at In-N-Out. That trash was evident in the hotel room.

You two sat at a breakfast table by the pool, trying to piece the night together. Sunglasses sat on both of your faces, your hair put up, the heat already scorching. Peter’s fingers tapped the pen along the side of the table, hand rubbing at his jaw in confusion.

“And we have absolutely no pictures from the wedding? No pictures of us getting the rings?” You shook your head, resting your forehead in the palm of your hand. “I don’t think so,” your knee was continuously bouncing, but he reached out across the table, taking your hand into his.

“Babe, we’re gonna figure this out. I’m just sorry I got you into this,” his thumb brushed along the top of your hand. “What do you mean?” He leaned back in his chair and shrugged. “I’m pretty sure this was my idea. I mean I don’t entirely remember, but god it sounds like something I would do,” you laughed and nodded your head.

“Does sound like something you would do,” the server came over, placing eggs benedict in front of you and waffles in front of Peter. He thanked her as she lingered by the table for a minute, fluttering her eyelashes at the boy across from you.

She had been flirting with him since you had been seated in her section. At first you didn’t mind, but the more she did it and the more obvious it became, the more irritated you grew.

A sudden wave of jealousy washed over you at the audacity that this woman had to flirt with him right in front of you for the fourth time that morning. For some reason you both decided to wear the rings. Neither of you really said anything after you exited the shower together, got dressed, and both slipped the rings back on as you walked down to the pool restaurant for breakfast. It just felt right. At least for the mean time until you decided what your course of action was.

“I just wanted to say that you’re very handsome and if I could get your number,” you scoffed at her and her boldness and held his hand up towards her as his face grew pink. “We’re married, but thank you,” she opened and closed her mouth, quietly apologizing and scurrying off as Peter smirked.

“Jealous, huh?” You shrugged, stabbing the breakfast potatoes harshly. “I mean the ring was right there. She saw it,” he leaned on the table, both elbows on the surface. “You’re cute when you’re jealous,” your face grew warm at his words. You couldn’t fight the smile that took over your face when you looked at him.

He had such a large smile, showcasing all his teeth. “Eat your waffles.” A ding on your phone brought your attention to the screen. “Oh shit, Peter. These are our wedding pictures.”

“No, no, you don’t understand. We just got married tonight and all we want to do is ride the roller coaster. Please! My husband has been dying to do this since we landed here and I promised him we would,” the attendant rolled her eyes and motioned for you two to go through the line.

You jumped, spinning around and wrapping your arms around Peter’s neck in a tight hug. “C’mon, we gotta go!” He pulled you behind him, the top buttons on his shirt undone, hair a tousled mess from the night.

“When they take the picture on the ride we have to show our rings, okay?” You took his chin in your hand, trying to be serious, but failing as he nodded, leaning down to attack your neck in kisses. “Whatever you want, Mrs. Parker,” butterflies erupted in your stomach at the name.

Peter helped you sit in the coaster seat, pulling down the chest restraint for you, your dexterity practically non-existent. “Remember to show your ring!” You screamed out as the ride pulled out for the last course of the night.

“I’ll take a double double, animal style fries, and a lemonade,” you said, fully leaning your weight against Peter, exhaustion taking you over. He ordered the same, escorted you out to the Uber in the parking lot, and let your eyes fall shut as you went back towards the hotel.

The room was scorching when you entered, immediately taking your shoes off, ripping the comforter top from the mattress as you walked past. Peter handed you your burger as you took a huge bite, moaning as you chewed. He pulled you into his lap, eating your first meal together as husband and wife, giggling about the events that had transpired from earlier in the evening.

You grabbed his web shooters from his arm, letting him assist you in putting them on yourself as you shot the strands out all around the room. He put you on his back, crawling onto different walls to let you feel like you were Mrs. Spider-Man.

He took them back from you and the shit eating grin on his face made you laugh. “Here, lay-lay down. Close your eyes. I’m gonna do somethin’ for you,” you laid back on the bed, squeezing your eyes shut as you heard him working above you.

The bed shifted as he laid down next to you, snuggling into your neck as he did. “‘Kay, open your eyes,” you did and a loud gasp flew from your mouth as you saw the webbed writing on the ceiling.

JUST MARRIED. You sniffled as Peter kissed your neck and jaw, moving your head to capture your lips. “Love you,” he murmured against you. He climbed on top of you, deepening the kiss as you smiled against him, unbuttoning his dress shirt.

“Love you more.”

The sun had your skin feel like it was sizzling as you laid by the pool. A large shadow covered you and you peeked a glance at who was in front of you. Peter stood to the side of you, water dripping from him as he pushed his hair back, black swim trunks hugging his thighs as he smiled down at you. His muscles were on display and you couldn’t help but stare at the gorgeous boy.

“Come get in with me,” you shook your head and giggled. “Can’t get my hair wet,” an exasperated sigh fell from him as he got on his haunches to the side of you. His skin was cool to the touch, showing the water was a good temperature.

His fingertips tilted your head towards him, lips capturing yours sweetly as the water droplets from some stray strands dripped over your face. “Please? I promise I won’t get your hair wet,” your lips pursed in thought before giving in.

As you climbed into the water, Peter shot a group of guys a mean glare as he got in after you. “What was that about?” You asked as you leaned on the pool's side. He shrugged, looking back towards the group and seeing they had turned their attention elsewhere.

“Those dickwads have been oogling you since we got to the pool,” you looked over to where they sat and you smiled at the boy. “Didn’t notice. You’re sexy when you’re jealous,” he rolled his eyes as he approached you in the pool, hands landing on either side of you.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s rude to stare, no matter how pretty you are, but you’re mine,” your face burned at his words. You were his. Technically speaking you were his. He smiled as he leaned down, lips brushing together again. “Should we go to the chapel?” You asked as he pulled back, a sigh falling from him, his head dropping as he nodded.

“Seems like a smart choice, doesn’t it?” When your phone had gone off, the email only said that your wedding photos were ready for viewing at the Little White Chapel. It was going to be your best bet for answers.

Your hand gently touched his cheek as he went to move from you. “Hey, we’re good. Okay?” He smiled at you, kissing your forehead as you followed him out of the pool.

“Okay so tonight we need some sort of game plan,” you hobbled around the room, one heel on as you slipped into the other one. Peter stepped out of the bathroom and stopped in his spot as he eyed you.

His white button up and gray pants looked great together. He was rolling the sleeves to his elbows as he took you in. “Jesus, I’m gonna have to fight guys all night, aren’t I?” You stood up straight as you finished putting your earring in, beaming at him as he walked towards you.

“I look okay, then?” He laughed, tucking his web shooters into his pocket, smoothing his hair back as he put his shoes on. “Gorgeous, babe. Breathtaking as always,” your cheeks burned at his admission, going to your purse and pulling out two small Fireball shooters.

Hiding them behind your back, you smiled at him as he sat on the bed. “I need to see the chandelier bar at the Cosmo, the gardens at Bellagio, and we need to see the Eiffel Tower at the Paris,” he nodded his head at your plans.

“I only have one request,” you stood between his legs, one of his hands gently rubbing your thigh as he spoke. “I need to get In-N-Out at some point tonight. Don’t care when it is, but I need to,” his eyes narrowed at you and tried to look behind you.

“What’s behind your back?” You placed one of them in his hands and were giddy with excitement as you unscrewed your lid. “Just to start us off for the night,” he chuckled, taking the lid off of his and clinking the bottles together before swallowing the entire thing down in one go.

“Fuck. We’re gonna get hammered. Do you think we should leave notes for ourselves so we remember what happens tonight?” he asked as he followed you out of the hotel room.

“Nah, we’ll be fine. I don’t blackout when I drink, I’ll remember.”

The old woman that sat at the desk of the Little White Chapel, clasped her hands together, a look of excitement and joy washing over her as you two entered the building. Her name tag read Cheryl, but you didn’t recognize her despite the sheer joy seeping from her at your arrival.

“If it isn’t my two favorite newlyweds! Come, come, we have your adorable pictures ready,” you nervously turned to Peter, seeing him shoot you an uneasy glance as you followed her over to the computer.

When you took the seat next to Peter’s she giggled and turned the screen. “So, I see today you want your own chair. Last night, you refused!” You awkwardly laughed at her as she pulled up the pictures.

Your eyes widened and you brought your hand to your mouth, a gasp escaping you as you set eyes on your ceremony, your memory crystal clear on what had led to that moment you were looking at.

“Cheryl, can we have a moment?”

“Baby, baby, baby,” Peter’s hand enclosed around yours and pulled you into him. Your giggles were loud as you stood in front of the Bellagio fountains, waiting for the show to start. “Yes, that’s me,” you pushed your pointer finger into his cheek as his eyes scanned over your entire face.

“I have a secret to tell you,” he whispered out as your head fell to his chest, a surprised look etching onto your face. “Me? I know all your secrets, Peter,” your eyes scanned the crowds around you, but you pulled his head down to meet your lips as you whispered into his ear.

“I know you’re Spider-Man. Don’t worry, I won’t tell no one. Your secrets safe with me,” he didn’t move back far as he stared down at you, that goofy grin you loved so much that made your heart skip a beat every time you saw it took its form.

“No, that’s not it,” his hands moved from your hands to your jaw as he continued, watching your brows furrow in confusion. “I love you. I’m so in love with you. Stupidly in love with you. Have been for yyyeeaaarrsss,” he dragged out the word, laughter mixing with his words as he spoke.

You pulled him to you, securing his lips to yours. “Peter! I haven’t told you before cause of things, but I love you, too. So so much. I didn’t think you would like me back,” you felt tears welling in your eyes as you spoke, sadness closing around you at the thought.

“No, baby! I love you. I so love you,” you jumped into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist, kissing your best friend for the first time romantically. Declaring your love for one another in a way that was possibly the least romantic way for it to have happened, but you didn’t care because Peter loved you.

Your eyes widened as a thought popped into your head. You pulled your head back from where it had been in his neck and looked down at the love struck man. “We should get married,” his eyes matched yours as he nodded his head eagerly.

“That’s such a good idea, babe! See, that’s why I love you. You’re so smart,” he spoke against your lips squished together. He set you down and grabbed your hand, smacking his own against his forehead.

“We gotta get rings and I need a new shirt since you won’t let me go back. I can’t marry you without a ring, sweetheart,” you wrapped your fingers together with his as he started pulling you towards the Forum Shops. “Okay, but they have to be matching. I wanna match with you,” he nodded his head, kissing your temple.

“Genius. Absolutely genius.”

You covered your eyes with your hand as you looked at the images. Uncontrollable laughter started to flow from you as Peter joined in. Neither of you could breath as you looked at the wedding picture album, wiping tears from your eyes as you looked at him.

“I can’t believe we did this, Peter,” he nodded his head, laughter still wracking him. There you two stood at the altar, Elvis Presley officiating, as Peter dipped you, locked in a deep kiss, one of your legs kicked up.

His hand never left yours, thumb continuously rubbing the back of your hand. “Fuck, I know,” he finally manged to catch his breath and you looked at him, guilt wracking you.

“It was my idea, Peter,” his eyes looked around widely as he tried to place the memory. His eyes met yours, widening as you nodded your head, a laugh escaping you. “You told me you loved me and I said we should get married. So we did. This was all me,” he rubbed his jaw, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing the band that wrapped around your finger.

“Let’s order these pictures because they’re amazing. We’ll get back to the hotel and talk about it, okay?” You nodded your head as he called the woman back in.

“We’ll take the lot.”

Cheryl placed the bouquet in your hands, a tiny veil adorned your head as you turned back towards Peter. You nervously bounced around, looking at him.

You were about to marry Peter and it was the best idea you had ever thought of. Now, you were shocked Peter went along with it, but it meant he loved you too. All those years spent pining for him, living in the same apartment together, could’ve been spent as a couple.

It was incredibly silly when you thought about it, but you were about to rectify that right now. Peter’s smile grew as he eyed you. “My beautiful bride. Fuck, I’m gonna marry the shit out of you right now,” you let him pull you into a kiss, all nerves forgotten. He winked at you as he walked into the chapel to wait for you to walk down the aisle to him.

“Cheryl, you’re amazing and it’s Elvis right? He’s gonna marry us? Cause that’s what my fiance wants and I want him happy,” You asked Cheryl as she helped you adjust the veil back into place that Peter had knocked off center with the force of the kiss he had planted on you.

“Yes, honey. Elvis is out there with him now. You’re all set,” you gave her a big hug as the music echoed, signaling it was time for your walk. You practically ran down the aisle to meet him at the end. There was Elvis, in all his glory, waiting to marry you both.

When you reached the altar, Peter took your hands in his, bouquet forgotten and tossed onto one of the pews. “This is one of the best impersonators I’ve ever seen,” Peter whispered to you in amazement. You nodded enthusiastically, scanning the costume the man adorned. “Oh my gosh, I know!”

The ceremony was fast, done in the blink of an eye, but Peter stopped Elvis before he finished. “Wait, wait. I have to say something. Honey, you are the light of my life. I thought I knew happiness before I met you, but that doesn’t even compare to how I feel when I’m with you. You are the love of my life. You are the funniest, sweetest, most caring and loving person I know. I cannot even begin to imagine my life without you, baby. I know this is crazy and we did this so fast, but that’s so much better. We get to figure it all out together. You and me. Husband and wife. Mr. and Mrs. Parker. Forever. I cannot wait to spend the rest of my days with you. We should go to In-N-Out for dinner after this and then-”

You paused the video as Peter continued rambling, laughter wracking you both at his words. Tears were streaming down your face as you sat on the hotel bed with him. When you two got back to the room you silently cleaned up, not knowing what to say to each other.

Confessing love is one thing, but getting married is another beast. Something that should’ve happened in the future. Not on a drunken trip to Vegas.

Peter cleared his throat as you looked at him, wiping your eyes. “I meant it. Every word. I know it’s incredibly stupid what we did, but I’m happy. I’m so happy. I really do love you that much. I’ve loved you since I’ve known you. If you don’t want to stay married that’s fine, but I just want you to know that I love you. A lot.”

You leaned forward, joining together in a deep kiss as you laughed through wet tears. “I love you, Peter. I think we can work this out,” a triumphant smile graced his features. “I know we can, babe. Best birthday ever.”

Your laugh bounced off the walls as he attacked your sides, lips nibbling on your neck as he moved you both to lay down. “Peter, how do we clean the webs off the ceiling?”

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8. birthday wishes.

12:00 a.m.

June fifteenth

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEVIE!"

Tyler yells, bursting into the room with two big purple balloons full of confetti and a red velvet cupcake with a single candle on it.

"Do not pop that balloon!" Stevie yells, just before she inches towards it with her stiletto shaped nail.

Rod laughs on the other end.

"Ugh, I would've vacuumed it up!"

"Don't lie on my birthday." Stevie says, rolling her eyes.

"Girl!" She lets the balloons fall to the ground and holds the cupcake in Stevie's direction, "blow it out."

She scoffs. "You're not gonna sing to me?"

"You're such a brat, sometimes." She clears her throat and starts singing.

Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday, you little brat....

Happy Birthday to you!

She claps, laughing and making a wish before blowing the candle out, grabbing the cupcake from her and swiping her index finger along it, licking the rich icing off.

"Mm, thank you heffa." She leans down and kisses her cheek.

"You're welcome. I got your presents, but you can't have them until later." Stevie sucks her teeth.

"Uh uh, don't do that. Yo ass in here cup-caking with chocolate daddy, and wasn't worried bout no presents." She turns around and leaves out, closing the door behind herself.

"Presents, huh? Damn... I guess I gotta go out and get you one more thing."

"Oh yeah? You bought me something?"

He chuckles.

"Maybe."

"Damn, it's like that?" He laughs a little louder.

"Precisely, babygirl." She starts pouting, like he can see her.

"Fine. Keep your gifts!"

"Aight, I will. I'ma come check that attitude before I take em back, though." He says, making her stomach drop.

"Huh?"

"You heard me, poppin' off at me and shit," amusement laced in every word, "I got something for that ass."

I didn't have a rebuttal.

I usually always have something to retaliate with!

"Hmm, is Stevie speechless? Wow.... I never thought I'd see the day." He continues to tease.

"Shut up." Pathetic!

"Keep it up, babygirl." She sighs, heavily.

"Roderick." She states, blankly.

"Hm?"

"You're annoying."

He laughs. "I won't be annoying, after I give you what you've been asking for."

"I don't know what you're talking about.”

"Don't play with me, Alaina." She huffs and closes her mouth.

"Exactly. Now, do you wanna do breakfast or a late lunch?"

"Late lunch. Tyler and I always make a smorgasbord for each other's birthdays, and she'd probably kill me if I tried to skip out on her."

"Aw, that's cute. Well, I'll come get you around three?"

"Yeah, that's perfect."

"Good. I'll see you later, then. Happy Birthday."

"Thank you, baby."

"You're welcome. Get some sleep."

She pulls the phone away from her ear and hangs up, sitting it on her dresser and gets up from the bed, heading downstairs to place the cupcake in a container.

"Don't look over here!"

She almost jumps out of her skin and scurries to turn a light on. Tyler starts laughing.

"Why are you in the dark?!" She asks, turning in her direction for a split second, watching her stuff white tissue paper into a green bag.

"I said don't look!" She yells, again.

Stevie turns back around and heads all the way into the kitchen, looking through the cabinets and finding the perfect sized container to put her cupcake in.

"I'm in the dark, because I can see what I'm doing. Why are you still awake?"

She sticks the container inside the fridge and grabs a bottle of water.

"I just got off the phone with Rod. I'm about to knock out, don't worry."

She says, shielding the side of her face and making her way back towards the stairs.

"Don't act like you ain't already see!"

"I didn't!" She yells, running up the stairs and back into her room. It takes her some time, but she eventually falls asleep.

She wakes back up to the distant sound of Strawberry Letter 23 and the smell of bacon.

She pushes the covers back and slides up towards the headboard, right as the phone starts ringing.

"Hello,"

"Happy Birthday, sweetheart!" Her moms' chipper voice sounds through the phone.

"Thank you, mama.”

"Did you get your gifts?”

“I just woke up, hold on.” She says, fully getting out of bed and making her way downstairs.

Sure enough, there are three bags sitting on the couch and a black box sitting in the table.

"Yeah, I got em. You want me to open them up, while you're on the phone?"

"Yeah, if that's fine with you?"

“Okay.” She pushes her hair out of her face and pulls a bag off the couch and sits it on the floor, before sitting in its place.

"Alright," she places the phone between her shoulder and ear, and pulls the tissue paper out of the bag.

There's a photo album, a small charm bracelet and the necklace that her grandma owned.

"I got her necklace?? What about aunt Rina?"

Last time they'd had a conversation about the necklace was when her grandma had first passed. Her aunt and mom were arguing about who was supposed to have it.

"Of course, baby. You were your grandma's favorite. She'd say she had you herself, if she were still here."

Stevie feels her throat dry up and her eyes become watery. She blinks it away, not wanting to cry right now.

"You know, she bought that necklace when she was your age. It's only right that you have it."

She places it back inside the bag and sighs. "Thanks, mama."

"You're welcome, baby. Now, open the others." She grabs the bag beside her and repeats the same process. This time, she found a couple of albums; Stevie Wonders' Songs in the Key of Life, Whitney Houston's self-titled album, and Michael Jackson's Off the Wall.

"Wow... I used to love this album. Thank you!"

She remembers a couple years ago, her dad bought her a record player before they parted ways. Now, she gets to actually use it.

"Is dad around?" Shuffling is heard in the background.

"Yeah, here he is."

"Hey sweetheart, happy birthday!" Here come the tears, again.

"Thank you, dad."

"You like your gifts?"

"Yes, I finally get to use the record player that you bought me!"

"Absolutely! I know you only have one album out there with you, so I figured I'd start your collection."

"I don't even listen to music like that anymore."

She says, standing up and grabbing the bags, and with the phone still tucked, she brings them up to her room.

"I know, but I think it'd do you more good than bad to get back into some things. You know, music is healer." Here he goes.

"Yeah dad, I know. I guess you're right."

"Listen, I've got to get back to the office, but I hope you have a wonderful birthday. Go out and have fun, drink responsibly, tell that boyfriend of yours that I said hello and tell Tyler the same." She chuckles.

"Thanks, old man. Tell ma I'll call her later. I love you, both."

"We love you, too."

She hangs up and sits her phone on the bed, heads back downstairs and walks into the kitchen, sneaking up behind Tyler.

She pokes her butt, making her jump and swat her hand.

"Whatcha makin?"

"Your favorites, baby love. I got biscuits, bacon, cheesy eggs, waffles and cinnamon rolls."

Her stomach growls on cue.

"Mm, I can't wait to eat!"

"I bet you can't! In the meantime, open my presents." She shoos her out of the kitchen and back over to the last bag and the black box in the living room.

Her curiosity gets the best of her and draws her towards the box.

She pulls the lid off and the thin sheet of tissue paper away, finding a deep red lace dress. Her jaw drops.

"Oh my," she pulls it out of the box and gawks at how beautiful it is. The material is super soft and it stops just below her thighs.

"Where'd you get this?" She yells, loud enough for her to hear her in the kitchen.

She comes out with her spatula and smirks. "You like it, huh?"

Stevie nods.

"It's from one of my favorite stores, but I won't tell you which one... at least, not yet." Her smirk only grows as she walks away.

She rolls her eyes and places it back inside the box. She moves over to the bag and finds a crop top in almost every color, except yellow. I can't stand yellow.

"Aw, these are so cute!" She fishes around and finds a tube of dark red lipstick, too. Tyler knows how she is with her lipsticks.

"I love you, dude. I really do."

"I love you, too! Now, come and pig out with me!" She yells, sending Stevie rushing back into the kitchen.

"So, how's your day going so far?" She sits across from Roderick, twirling the remaining pasta around her fork.

"It's been good. I talked to my parents as soon as I woke up, got a little emotional at the gifts that they sent and then pigged out with Tyler. But, the icing on the cake is sitting here with you." She smiles, placing her chin in the palm of her hand.

The light that flickers in his eyes can be compared to the sun peaking through the curtains on a saturday morning.

"You tryna butter me up, babygirl?"

She giggles, going back to sipping her tea.

He chuckles. "That's what I thought."

"Wow, I'm just over here tryna love your ugly ass." She rolls her eyes and turns to look out the window.

"Whatchu say? You tryna what?" His eyes widened.

She hides the side of her face and ignores him.

"Uh uh, you better speak that shit, girl!" He continues, laughing a bit.

The heat on her face travels down to her neck, as she throws her other hand up and shields herself, completely.

"Mm-mm," his hand wraps around her wrist, pulling it down so he can see her red face. She giggles and tries to turn away from him.

"Stop playin'." He says, making her quit her antics.

"You tryna love me, huh?"

She keeps her gaze on him, answering his question.

"Maybe..." that infamous smirk spreads across his plump lips, making her roll her eyes, again.

"I might be tryna love your big headed ass, too."

"Roderick, you're so annoying. Your head is bigger than mine, by the way!"

He clutches his chest in fake flabbergast, making her crack up.

"Anyway," she searches for something else to talk about.

"Your presents are back at my place, if that's what you were about to ask."

He knows her so well.

"My presents? As in plural, huh?" It's his turn to roll his eyes.

"Ima take 'em all back, watch."

"Damn... on my birthday?" He gives her the stalest look.

"On your birthday."

"Ooo, your place is nice!" She hops out the car, before he has a chance to jog around and assist her, and gawks at the house in front of her.

The foundation is the made of the deepest red brick I've ever seen and two tones of dark gray splash the sides. It's really simple and gorgeous, to say the least.

"Thanks, it was my mom's."

He grabs her hand and leads her up the two steps to his front door. Unlocking the door, he leads her inside and it's even more beautiful.

"Wow," she plops down on his comfy gray couch and he laughs.

"Did you decorate this place?"

He shakes his head. "Nah. My mom helped me, before she moved out."

She nods.

"I'll be right back." He leans down and kisses her forehead, before disappearing around the corner.

She looks around, before standing up and heading towards what she thinks is a bathroom, pushing the halfway door open all the way, confirming it.

She flips the light on and fixes her hair in the wide mirror, tucking one side behind her ear and smoothing out her fly aways. She turns around, cuts the light back off and leaves.

She walks back towards the couch and notices a couple of pictures along the counter underneath his tv, crossing the floor to get a better look.

There's a picture of him in his basketball uniform, he looks like he might've been sixteen or so. Beside that, there's a picture of him and a woman around his complexion, possibly his mom or an aunt. She's got silky black hair and hazel eyes. She's beautiful.

"Whatchu doin'?" His voice booms through the quiet space, almost knocking her off her feet, as she wisps around and finds him with bags in both hands and a smile on his face.

"You scared me!"

He sits the bags on the floor and walks toward her, turning her back around to face the pictures and wraps his arms around her waist.

"I'm sorry, baby."

She runs her finger along the gold frame that the first one is in.

"You were ugly."

They both laugh. He sits his chin on her shoulder, pulling her closer to his tall frame.

"At least I grew into my lips!"

She turns her head in his direction, and stretches her hand out to shake it slightly.

"Not really."

He gives her a blank stare and turns his attention back towards the pictures, while she snickers.

"Is this your mom?" She points to the picture beside it.

"That's her." A small sigh comes away from him.

"She's beautiful. You look just like her." He kisses my cheek.

"I get that a lot," he chuckles, "she's got a big head from that comment, alone."

The last picture is of him and a couple of guys; one's light skinned with a head full of curls, one standing beside Rod is a little bit lighter than him with a fade and standing on the other side is a guy with the complexion of umber, almost looks like he could be his brother.

"These the friends you be telling me about?"

"Yes ma'am. I've only seen one of them recently."

She nods and turns completely in his hold. He stands up straight and gazes down at her.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good. I just miss 'em, that's all."

She pokes her lip out and rubs his cheek. He gives her a smile and they sit back down on the couch.

"Open this one, first." He grabs the bright pink bag and sits in her lap.

She pulls the lighter pink tissue paper out and finds a crème colored box inside.

She pulls the lid off and finds a shiny gold necklace, with an R dangling from it, in the cutest cursive ever. Her mouth drops open.

"This is so cute!"

He pulls the necklace from the box and drapes it around her neck. She holds her hair up as he clasps it together.

"It looks good on you." He kisses the corner of her mouth, before retrieving the next bag. She licks her lips and readjusts her skirt.

Roses, this time pink, and a CD that says babygirl's favorites across it in purple, cursive writing. Her heart swells.

"Aw, babe!" She turns and pinches his cheek. "You know my music taste, already huh?"

"Hell yeah, girl! I got ya Sade, Mint Condition, Earth Wind and Fire, Prince and his freaky ass, Stevie Wonder and.... that song that you like by the Ohio Players is on there, too."

She cheese really big.

"You put Angel on here?" He smirks.

"Anything for you, angel face." He kisses me again, slyly removing the CD from her hand and pushes the bag back onto the floor.

My back becomes one with the cushion, as his tongue wrestles with mine. His rough hands collide with her warm skin, making her moan and pull him closer.

"Mm," his lips move towards her neck, "forget about the presents for a second." His breath hits her neck, sending endless chills down her spine.

"Okay," his hand slides up her skirt and plays with the little bow on her panties.

"You get a couple of wishes from me, aight?" She nods and bites her lip, feeling his tongue inch toward that spot that makes her throb.

"Wanna use your first one, right now?" The tip of his middle finger starts to rub against her, causing her legs to tremble.

"Y-yesss," he moves away from her neck and kneels down in front of her.

His brown irises stare into hers, until the plumpness of his lips are felt against her chest.

"Go ahead baby, I'm listening."

Her heartbeat echoes through her eardrums, while she tries to focus on forming a sentence.

"Mmm... I want your face between my legs."

He looks at her briefly, before sliding down and pulling her legs up onto his shoulders, her panties pulled to the side.

"Oh," she runs a hand over his low fade and sucks in a sharp breath as his tongue glides over her clit.

His hands grip the back of her thighs and begin rubbing circles into her tingling flesh. Her head falls back into the cushion.

This time, his movements are more passion-filled and straight to the point. She grabs the arm of the chair with her free hand and grinds against his thick tongue.

"Oh fuckkk— mm!" Her back arches away from the couch.

"Righ–right there.... yes, babyyy!" Pulling her bud in between his lips, he begins to suck and swirl his tongue around it, making her dig her fingers into the cushions and let out a strangled moan.

He hums against her, making everything worse. She grabs his shoulders and grinds against his mouth harder, as he yanks her towards the edge and lifts her lower half completely onto his face.

"Unh! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna— ohhh fuckk!" She whines, gripping anything within her reach and tightening her legs around his neck.

The delicious knot inside her belly unravels seconds later making her body jerk and shake.

He lays her back on the couch and continues to kiss her sensitive core, covering her back up.

She flinches, pushing his head away. He chuckles and kisses back up her body, stopping at her neck.

"You taste so good, baby.” He mumbles, making her giggle, feeling his beard tickle the side of her face.

He pulls away from her neck and that heated stare returns, making her shrink underneath it and look down, focusing on the print on his shirt.

He lifts her chin back up. "Wassup? You aight?"

She sighs, pushing her up on the cushion underneath her. He doesn't move from his spot.

“Yeah, I'm good.”

"Don't lie to me." He says.

She reaches up and plays with her hair out of nervous habit, trying to put her words together.

"It's really nothing."

"Stevie, your whole attitude changed in a matter of seconds. It's gotta be something." His hands rub her thighs in a calming manner.

"It's a girl thing, though... I'm guessing. I don't think you'd understand it."

"Try me." The concerned look on his face makes her heart melt.

"You intimidate me, a little bit."

His brows furrow. She sighs and looks down at her lap.

"How?"

"It's pretty obvious that we're–" he lifts her chin up again.

"Look at me." She swallows, trying to get rid of the lump in her throat.

"Um, since we've confessed to each other that we've had the... dreams and have actually done things that lead to sex, I think about it and it makes me nervous." She chews on the inside of her lip, while she watches his facial expression shift.

"Why?"

She smacks her own leg, for dramatic effect.

"Have you seen you?!"

He cracks a smile and drops his head. She grabs his neck and makes him look at her.

"I'm serious, Roderick. Every time you look at me, I just— ugh, never mind." A smug look creeps onto his face.

She drops her hand, but he grabs her by her wrist. He licks those sinful lips of his making her insides do backflips.

"Didn't I promise you that your first time would be special?" He asks, staring at her pokes out lip.

“Yes,”

"Babygirl, I can put a paper bag over my head, if that's what you want—" she cracks up and softly punches his chest.

"You're so stupid!" He chuckles and sneaks a kiss or two.

"I don't wanna overwhelm you— I mean, I definitely wanna make you forget your own name, but..." he flashes an innocent smile.

"You're entirely too much for me." She pushes him back, but he only comes closer.

"I'll make it fit." Her eyes widened.

"You're annoying."

“Yeah, yeah.”

Stevie smooths out the material of her dress and fixes her curls in the vanity mirror.

"Hot damn!" Tyler stands in her doorway and looks her up and down.

She bats her lashes and smirks. "I look good, huh?"

"Good? Girl, you look gorgeous! I don't even think I looked this good for my twenty first!" She waves her off.

"Tyler, you're a bad bitch twenty four seven! You looked so good for your birthday." She says, grabbing her lip gloss and drops it inside her black clutch. Another gift from Rod.

"Well, thanks. Boyfriend eeting us there?"

She nods and sits down, beginning to strap her heels up.

"Yeah, he said he has another surprise for me."

"Wow... must be nice! That boy done gave you ‘bout ten orgasms—"

"Please, let's not pretend like you don't get your back broke on the regular."

"That's besides the point, Stevie. Y'all out here, basically in love and shit! I want that!" She pouts and stomps her golden heel on the hardwood floor.

"You do not want love." Stevie scoffs.

"Okay... maybe not the love part, but I wish someone would at least look at me, the way y'all look at each other. It's literally the cutest shit I've ever seen, bro."

"Stop being so fast and yo ass can have something like that! What about Jason?"

"What about him?" She frowns.

"Girl, he's in love with your stubborn ass! You know you like him, too." Her lips twist up into a smile and she tries to hide it.

"Exactly," she stands up and walks past her, heading towards the stairs.

“Give him a chance. He's a sweetheart."

"But, I don't like sweethearts. They're soft as fuck." She trails behind her, grabbing her keys. She huffs and heads out the door and to the car.

"You wanna be man handled all the damn time! When's the last time somebody took your ass out? In public? A well lit area that's not their house, ours nor your bedroom?" Stevie asks, unlocking the door as they hop in.

"The last time I went on a date, it was terrible. He was rude as hell, the food was the only good thing about it and he wanted me to pay for my own food, even though he took me out." She chuckles and starts the car up.

"Dates aren't my thing, I guess. I just wanna fuck em and get free food... for right now, anyway." She shrugs and pulls out of the driveway.

"Whatever you say."

Back inside Limelight, Tyler and Stevie sit at the bar.

"So, you're finally legal! What do you wanna drink first?" Tyler asks, as she turns around and faces the bar, staring at the many, many choices of poison.

"I wanna try Hennessy."

Her mouth drops open and the bartender gives her an evil smirk. She giggles and closes Tyler's mouth.

"You bein' real bold, tonight!"

“Mmhm!”

The bartender sits the shot glass down in front of Stevie and she picks it, examining the dark brown liquid.

"Drink it, bitch!"

She shrugs and hold it up to her lips, before swallowing it, grimacing as it burns the almighty shit out of her throat.

"Got damn! How do people drink this shit?"

Tyler snickers and pokes her side.

"Well, you took it like a champ! I remember the first time I drank that shit, I threw up."

"Ugh, I'll drink tequila or something, for the rest of the night." A hand grips her waist, making her jump and turn around.

"Rod! You've got to stop doing that!" He chuckles and licks his lips, making her swoon.

He looks so delicious.

"These are for you," he pulls a bouquet of red roses from behind his back, "and, I got a lil sumn' sumn' for you, later."

"These are beautiful, baby. Thank you!”

“You're welcome, baby.” He leans down to kiss her.

“What else you got up your sleeve?” She eyes him suspiciously.

"Don't worry about it, babe. I got you." He takes a seat beside her and waves at Tyler.

She smiles back and grabs her drink, before getting up.

"I see a cutie on the dance floor, I'll be back." She kisses Stevie's cheek and disappears into the sea of people.

She turns her attention back to Rod, who's already staring at her.

"You look beautiful." He twirls one of her hollywood curls around his finger.

"Thank you, baby." He kisses her and pulls away, finger still twirling her hair.

"You had Hennessy?" She nods her head and he lets out a laugh.

"How'd you know that?"

"I thought I tasted it on your lips. How was it?"

She shudders, remembering how it killed every taste bud she had for a good minute and a half.

"It was fucking disgusting."

He laughs, loudly. She giggles and watches his shoulders bounce, slightly.

"Yeah, I can't drink that shit, either."

"I just wanted to try hard liquor, once. I'm done now." He smirks.

"Never again, huh?" She looks at him like he's crazy.

"Hell no!" He cracks up, again.

She playfully rolled her eyes and turned back towards the bartender.

“Can I get a strawberry daiquiri?" She asks. The bartender nods and starts fixing it.

She wraps her arm around Rod's shoulder and leans on him. He kisses her forehead, repeatedly. She giggles and mushes his face with her other hand.

"You smell like weed."

"I might've sparked up, on the way here."

"Here's your drink, birthday girl."

She sits up and takes the glass from her, sending a thank you her way.

She sips on the sugary drink and hums, spinning around to skim the crowd again, finding Tyler with some tall guy. He looks like he might be cute, but she can't really tell.

"Aye shorty, you wanna dance?" She looks to her left and sees a man who's about as tall as Rod, with a complexion of caramel.

"Nah, I don't think my boyfriend would like that." She replies, giving him the stankest face she could muster.

The man starts to laugh and reaches out to touch her hand, making her scoot back towards Rod, who immediately stands up from his seat.

"Aye, back the fuck up."

Stevie sits her drink down and stands up as well. He steps in front of her and gets in the guys' face.

"And if I don't? Whatchu gon do, pretty boy?" He taunts, sending a wink her way, only making Rod crack him right in the jaw, sending him to the floor.

"Stupid move." Rod snorts.

A couple of people turn around to look at them, and more importantly, the guy on the ground.

Rod turns back to Stevie and looks down at his busted knuckle.

"Damn, how hard did you hit him?"

He hisses as she touches it. She pulls him towards the girls' bathroom and runs cold water over his hand.

A couple of girls scoff and leave, some stay and be nosy, until they see the glare that she gives them and bounce, and of course, her favorite blondie is also there.

"Hey, Stevie."

She nods in her direction and continues with what she's doing. Rod grunts and turns the water off.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Nah, the water was just too fucking cold. That shit hurt." She apologizes and grabs a couple paper towels.

"It's okay. I ain't mean to knock that muhfucka out like that."

"Yes you did, don't lie." They both laugh.

"Aight, you right. He was too damn close." He wipes his hands and they head back out into the lavender colored hallway.

"They're playing our song!" Pretty Brown Eyes starts playing and she practically drags him towards the middle of the dance floor.

He places his hand low on her hips and they sway to the beat, while he sings, very off key into her ear.

Pretty brown eyes, you know I see you

It's a disguise the way you treat me.

You keep holding to your thoughts of rejection,

If you're with me I'm secure,

“Mm Mm!” She giggles and plants a kiss on the nape of his neck. His large hand smacks her ass making her squeal.

"Stop! We're in public!"

"Shit, we can definitely go somewhere more private." The switch in his tone makes her shiver.

"Well, I definitely wanna see this lil sumn sumn you got for me." He flashes a smile and pulls her back towards the bar to grab her flowers, before they head outside.

He pulls his keys out, unlocks his new Jeep and helps her inside.

"When did you get a Jeep?" She asks.

He shrugs his jean jacket off and pulls a small plastic bag out of the pocket.

"I've actually had it for a while. I just like driving the other car, better."

"Ah, so you loaded, huh?" He chuckles and pulls out some rolling papers, similar to the ones that Tyler had, that day we smoked.

"The car that I always drive was my mom's. I bought this one, myself, but I've grown so comfortable with driving the other one." She nods in understanding.

Pulling a lighter out of his jacket, he hands both that and the blunt to her, making her raise a brow at him.

"You rolled that quick as hell."

She sparks it and takes a pretty big pull.

He gives her a look. "You doubtin' my skills, babygirl?"

She coughs and passes it back to him.

"Considering I don't know a lot of them, yes."

"That'll change soon."

"Yeah, we'll see about that." She reaches down and unstrap her heels and pulls them off, throwing her feet up on the dash.

"Mhm, you better be glad you got pretty feet. What did your parents get you?" The blunt comes back to her.

"My mom made me a photo album, she got me a charm bracelet and I was given the necklace that my grandma wore. She was my age when she bought it, and she wanted me to have it before she died." She says, inhaling the smoke and holding it in her lungs.

"How long has she... ya know?" He asks, watching her blow the smoke out and pass it back.

"Three years. She was there to see me graduate, and then cancer ravished her life." She feels the same tears from earlier, creeping back up.

"I'm so sorry, baby." He rubs her thigh, as she clears her throat and blinks back the salty tears, yet again.

"It's okay, honestly. I just miss her a lot." She sighs, feeling the effects of the alcohol start to travel through her bloodstream.

"Here," he hands the blunt back to her, "I'll light another one."

Sinking down in the seat, she gazes over at Rod and watches him inhale the soft white smoke, before letting it billow around him.

"You know... staring isn't polite."

She looks away, placing the blunt back between my lips and pulls her hair up away from her back, laying it over the side of the seat.

She reaches over and finds a cup, looking back at him now. "Is this empty?"

He nods, pulling the lid off for her. She ashes the blunt off on the side and finishes it off, tossing the roach inside.

He looks at her with a raised eyebrow. She smirks and points to the blunt that's in his hand. "Put that out."

He puts it out and she crawls into his lap, gripping his collar and kissing him hard.

His hands roam her frame, setting her body ablaze. She moans into his mouth and begins popping the buttons open on his shirt.

Her kisses trail to his neck, kissing that spot that makes him grunt. He grips her hips tightly.

"Are you sure, you wanna do this?" She hums a mhm, continuing to kiss his neck.

"Look at me, babygirl." She pulls away and stares at him.

"I don't have a condom.”

"Maybe we don't need one."

He sighs and rubs a hand down his face.

"Listen, we're both far from sober and I don't want you regretting anything. I meant what I said, about your first time being special."

"But," she starts, but he shakes his head.

"I want you to remember everything that I do to you, aight?" The heat that rushes through her body makes her wanna turn into a puddle.

"I– okay." He brings her back to his lips, leaving the softest kisses. She pulls away and crawls back into her seat.

She puts her heels back on and plays with the deep red polish on her nails.

She hears his door open and close, looking up just in time to see him reach for the door handle and pull it open.

"Stop poutin' ma." He holds his hand.

She pokes her lip out and grabs onto his fingers, stepping out of the car. He closes the door behind her and wraps his arm around her waist as they head back into the club.

"Ain't nobody pouting."

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bloombird · 2 months

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A Nightly Surprise

It was night time, Dave was seen shaking the vending machine.

"Oh come on.. Again?!"

He knelt down to stick his hand on the opening of the machine.

"I wish someone could help me out here", he groaned. No one was here near the area. All of the bots went to this massive party somewhere, Dave didn't know where or what the event was. He doesn't usually party but he can't help feel left out.

As he tried to grab for the cupcake, someone grabbed him and tied a blindfold on him.

Dave yelped at the sudden darkness. "What the cow hay-?! What's going on-?!" He flailed around but someone pushed him to walk.

"Who are you?!"

The assailant did not speak and pushed him.

Dave nervously flailed even more. "I think I'm being kidnapped!! Help!!! Help-"

He got kicked in the shin and the person held him and directed him to move. Oh wow, that person is strong..

"Ow.. Okay okay.."

After several minutes of walking (and nearly tripping over), Dave tried to ask questions. The person didn't reply.

Where are we going?! Who are you?! What do you want?! Listen, I only have a few dollars, you can take it all! But it was met with silence. Then suddenly they stopped. Dave nearly hit himself on the door. Dave could hear whispering and muttering on the other side of the door.

If he could listen closely, there's a sound of knives sharpening and matches being lit up behind that door.

He gulped and tried to move away but the person held him there. "Oh nuts.. Listen, I'm just a random mall guard! Please don't kill me-!"

The person opened the door and Dave was pushed inside.

Dave's blindfold was removed. He was in the center of the room. The room is dark except for dimly lit candles and some small glowing eyes staring around him. A group of people obsured by shadows in the middle of the candles grinned at him and slowly came closer to him. Oh god, one of them was holding a knife!

Dave yelled and raised his arms to protect himself-

The light was turned on. The group screamed in unison at him, "SURPRISE!!"

Dave looked around in confusion.

"H-Huh?!"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAVE!"

The Little Bots Club were wearing their party hats. Hiraya was holding a cake. The room was decorated with streamers and balloons. The bots were also wearing party hats.

"Happy birthday to the creator of the Little Bots Club!" Hiraya smiled.

"Happy birthday, man." Todd pulled out a party popper.

Dave stammered. "I-gwugh-!"

He sighed in relief. "Aw, you guys.. I haven't had those for forever..

"By the way, I thought I was gonna get kidnapped and murdered! On my birthday nonetheless!"

Marcus stared at Dr. Janet. "Dr. Janet, what did you do?"

"Following orders. You said it was a secret after all."

Dave interrupted. "Never mind all that! Let's just- Oooh! Is that three-tiered cake? Aww!"

Epilogue

"So Dave, how's the birthday party?"

"Burgertron?! I thought all of you are at the huge party!"

"Pfft, this is the party. We all kinda had to keep it a secret from you. It's Dimlit's idea on this one."

#box au #it's feb 29 and it's dave's birthday woooo #botbots #tf botbots #transformers botbots #bird writes

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fragileizywriting · 1 year

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Me, squishing Kitty and DL!Adrien together: Don't mind me just making them make out...don't look for the Chat doll, I've done dispicable things with him and Kitty already-

<- previous post

he can't fuck her— he really, really can't, but that doesn't mean she's sad about it.

it starts because she's mumbling about how she doesn't feel as special as the other marinettes. it's hard being a lady noire; to be an 'expected' ladybug and yet have to turn the other way from it because of a mistake that ended up shaping her entire life. destiny slipping out between her fingers like sand and she's learned better than to try to scoop it back up.

leaning her head on his shoulder, talking about how she can't even pick the flowers that marinette wants and needs makes her feel useless. she wants to help, it sings in her bones and vibrates in her gums, about how useful she can be. how useful she should be to everyone.

"you're the most combat-ready marinette here, you know."

"me being able to handle a knife isn't exactly useful."

that raise of his brow is all at once condicending and unimpressed. "now you're just saying shit. who's the one who brought home a tuna the size of luka, all by herself? i heard you pulled that beast out of the lake with your bare hands, screaming about becoming more powerful than god."

she had to prove herself, and she has a chronic habit of spitting out word salad when in extreme stress. had she injured her back? maybe. sitting is kind of hard. and she'd eaten shit many times, falling into the lake while chat and the naga-luka yelled out to ask her to stop before she drowned, but she perservered.

that tuna had tasted amazing.

"but i can't make magic poof out of my hands!" she groans. "look at me! there's no magic! me doing the spidey hand doesn't make silk pop out with a thwap, but i promise you, your marinette could make something happen." she makes the move just to prove it, curling her middle and ring finger in and aiming for a tree. the only thing that happens is a pinecone falls, pinging off an exposed root, rolling away. "she'd make something cool happen. i'm depressingly human."

and she's the only marinette that is, too.

"'depressingly human', huh? alright. come here, already," adrien laughs, even though she's sitting back down right next to him with a huff, nearly ontop of him already. he's not mean to her, and he's definitely not cruel, but there's a flash of something in his eyes very few times when they talk, like he can't help himself with the way he responds whenever she does something. maybe they're just pre-programmed to talk to each othr in a specific way, even if they aren't actually the marinette or luka or adrien they ended up instinctually replying to. "you're getting antsy."

if she had her cat ears, she'd flatten them. "w...what?"

"whenever my marinette feels antsy, she's gotta sit here." he pats his knee.

"why?" she asks, blinking at him with wide eyes.

"because it makes her feel better. and it'll make you feel better, too."

and it does.

it does because it's adrien, and even though he's not her adrien, she still fits under his chin. even with all her skirts and all her petticoats ballooning out like she's the topping of a cupcake, strong arms still wrap around her while she keeps talking; babbling about how she doesn't feel like she's providing a lot as a member of the 'marinette' club, to where she doesn't even feel like a marinette. it always seems like marinettes know what they're doing. always have a plan and an idea. she's just comedic relief— and boy, does she do it well— but she's not... marinette.

"i think you're plenty marinette."

"doesn't it sound weird calling me that, though?"

"a little. you're more 'kitty' to me than anything else, but i'd be stupid not to recognize your soul as any other person."

"is that a thing?" she asks him. he smells nice. he doesn't squirm when her nose presses into that dip of his neck, nor does he swallow dry when she impulsively licks. his dark skin is beautiful, and flush, and this scent of fresh linen and sandalwood is making her head spin.

"oh, yeah." that huff feels full of irony. "demons have soul-perception in my world, and the three of you look exactly the same inside. little butterfly wings fluttering in there. which is how i know you, a gremlin, are just as much as a marinette as them."

she finds herself giggling. "that's not nice."

"i know my hellcat," he says, simply, almost oblivious to how she quiets and burrows closer. she's pinking as he continues talking, smiling to herself in a way that makes her feel a full decade younger. one of his hands reaches down to pet at her thighs, the other supporting her back— neither of them say anything when her knee jerks at the contact. "and you're the only one, it's true, but you're marinette first and foremost."

she grabs for that hand in her lap. he has rings just like her, though they're different shapes. she still has the one that marinette gave her the last time, on her pinky.

but him? his are so different. one for his family— a family jewel, of course— and one on his middle finger that is so simple and so plain, she never would've guessed it was his favorite. the last one is his— his— but it's hers, too. he's always had it, and never realized that it wasn't just a random accessory, until she'd mentioned it the last time (first time) they'd met.

she tries not to purr, seeing it adorning his hand. "we chat noirs have to stick together."

"i guess i am one, now, huh?"

"whatever you did, it was really brave. i know how scary it is to become one and realize just how much you are. i guess it helped you become a king?"

"it did. it was a mess. almost comedic. lord, you just won't believe how i fucked up the place where i spent my entire childhood and realized i'd transformed."

"i bet it was beautiful."

"sort of. in a way."

"i don't have any doubt that it was," she whispers. "there's something cathartic about breaking everything you can, isn't there?"

"there is," he says. smiling. because he understands— not in a way that her adrien would, or luka either. there's a home in the fire that burns what they touch. he takes her hand in his; peels off the family jewel off his thumb and gives it to her. "these two, on my hands," he murmurs into her ear, soft and gentle and rolling, "are what kept me going after i realized what i did. and what i could do."

her heart flutters. the chat noir ring. her ring. their ring. "good."

his hand fists her petticoats. "want me to show you how?"

it's almost amazing how she doesn't pop her head off on accident with the way she bobbles. "yes!" and, because she knows that her sunshine likes it when she's honest and open and willing, she punches out a: "please, adrien, can you show me?"

he kisses her temple. he kisses more than just that, actually, leaning her head back and away so he can line her cheek with chaste presses of his mouth against her skin that has her shivering. though she's wearing what seems to be a whole wedding dress full of fabric swishing around her legs, he finds a way for it to bunch up enough to trail up her leg. when his lips touch hers, she remembers just how much she enjoyed taking caramel candies from the pantry past bedtime without her parents knowing. the thrill of the kiss is shocking, enough to get her brain to buzz and float.

his fingers find their way under her panties so quickly. there's no preamble— her adrien would tease her softly with his fingertips; he would trace the seam of her folds and press a nail into her clit until she strangled out how she was ready to be fingered bcause she was wet enough. but this adrien, not her adrien, but an adrien that knows her in a way that her adrien doesn't, touches her leaking hole.

she sucks in a breath when he breeches and starts to slide in.

"i can't fuck you," he tells her. he's not fingering, not yet, but letting her adjust against his fingers. she can feel her heartbeat down there, almost syncopated with how it thrums in her teeth. "i physically can't. i'm not human; i don't have..."

her head is spinning, wiggling in his lap. there's poprocks in her brain. "oh, you don't have a—"

"—i do," he laughs. "hey. easy. you can feel me underneath your ass, don't you?"

yes. sizeable. no wonder she's so antsy to get his fingers inside. "y-yeah."

"yeah," he breathes. a shift of his hand, angling his wrist upwards so he can press up into her bladder has her whining. "but it'll hurt a lot. too much. you're too small. i can't fuck you because i don't have the space."

"i punched gabriel in the face and all i did was scream in excitement," she slurs out. "i can handle excitement."

"i believe you, hellcat. but if your heart beats any harder than this, i might give you a heart attack, and i know your adrien is sweet and kind, but i've seen him get sadistic to the point it's humiliatingly good." and with that, he quiets, pressing up and curling his fingers, his rings getting slippery and shiny from her arousal.

she does her best not to cry out too loud in the middle of this forest when she finally orgasms.

#speakizys #demon lovin #sharks and sugar #fire lily petals #izycrossover

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gyubby99 · 10 months

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@disneyanddisneyships i went on a rant spiral geez LMFAO so here's some mallory(ft. Voc and friends) headcanons because im inlove w them ur honor

Vox is a big asshat so I imagine them bickering a lot

One time Alastor and Vox saw each other at the same bar because Aponi and Mallory were going to be performing there together. Send an ask about how I think that went.

Mallory is SPOILED. Flowers, clothes, bags, you name it. That's kind of his thing.

Mallory and Velvette are very close omg Velvette definitely tells Mal embarrassing stories about Vox

Valentino actually calls her "pretty thing"

I hesdcanon Vox as more powerful than Valentino because duh he runs technology, so I think Val is kinda neutral about her.

Mallory has a shock collar for.. reaserch. and science.. like blitz has his own.

Staticfly shopping dates. ALL THE TIME.

Vox's ego literally inflates faster than a balloon whenever Mal uses a product of his. Like, her eating Voot Floops for breakfast? "My products are just THAT awesome, huh babe? I'm just that kinda guy."

Vox cuts in the line at the grocery store, a restaurant, or like even on fast food chain dates.

He's a show-off.. with a girlfriend. He probably sees an advertisement of him and goes, "you see that? That's your cool boyfriend!"

Sometimes Mal just gotta be flirting with Vox on stage at Val's club

In the hamilton au, because idk if sinners can die from illness, mal gets exterminated instead and there was like a hellwide blackout that laster for two days LOL

Mal loves baking and making things so vox was definitely their sue chef. Also they bring him along to the happy (hazbin) hotel to bring like lil cupcakes or her favorite graham cake

I feel like they never really explicitly told Vox about Elise. They just said "I had a toxic ex" because she wasn't ready to come out and when they finally were, they were like "so you remember my ex right? She's a girl. Im bi."

--and at that moment Vox realized they were a bi couple. My fucking babies

Mal never got redeemed :( it's kinda impossible for Vox too cause who'll run hell's tech. Mal decides she would stay with him because even if she DOES get redeemed.. there's nothing for her in heaven. She'd have a couple of friends but.. it wouldn't be the same without tv man. Besides that, she sees Hell as her home.

Jason never got redeemed because Mal got him exterminated when Aponi went to heaven LMFAO BRO DIED BEFORE GETTING BETTER A SECOND TIME

She actually doesn't know how abusive Val can get. Like she knew everyone in hell was bad but she doesn't know he would be THAT bad. So imagine her surprise when Vox, Angel, Aponi, and Roxxie all revealed what he did..

Mal: "can I ask you a question?" Vox: "Yes, the air up here is pretty great, why do you ask?" Mal: *blank stare*

Mal is the little spoon

She fights off anyone who tries to assassinate Vox for their own greed even tho Vox can handle 'em pretty well.

Vox's form of apology is spoiling the hell out of her.

Mal is dating Vox ofcourse they're going to suffer about Vox's angry Alastor rants

The most non-PDA couple to ever exist.

Mal is a sleep-talker and I hc vox as someone who rarely sleeps so he watches her talk in her sleep and not let her live through it in the morning

Mallory height jokes

Mal tackles him for free wifi

#my ocs #staicfly #mallory

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thmgau · 1 year

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CHAPTER 11 - THE AUCTION BEGINS [wattpad link]

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“Ohoho! It seems you 5 have fallen for my trap! ~” “YOU! Where the hell are we?!”

The group was in a freezing cold room, with their only source of light being a small, unreachable window. The door in front of them jiggled a little bit, & in walked The Auctioneer.

“Well, you’re in my Auction House, silly!” he smiled. “We already said we weren’t interested in bidding on anything, dude. Take a hint.” “The only one here who should be taking the hint is you!” The Auctioneer pointed at Cherry. “You all remember Thursday night, yea? When I said you didn’t have to bid on anything?” “Uh.. yea?” “See, you’re not here to bid on stuff, you’re here to be bid ON!” “Huh?” “What do you mean by that?”

The Auctioneer sighed. “Oh, you’re still confused? Well, y’see... this freezer that you 5 are in right now is a very special freezer!” “Is that true?” “Yes! In fact, it can turn people into statues!” “Statues?!” “Yup! Within an hour or two, you all should be 100% turned into statues, ready for the auction!” “That’s fucked up, dude!” “Well, if you didn’t want to be auctioned off, you shouldn’t have messed around in business that wasn’t yours.” The Auctioneer shrugged.

“What do you mean ‘business that wasn’t yours’?” “Perhaps the name Pim rings a bell?”

The group gasped.

“You mean that fucked-up banana guy?” “Hey! That ‘fucked-up banana guy’ is my boyfriend, thank you very much!” “He’s your boyfriend?!” “Yes! & he told me about the little stunt you all pulled at his restaurant, breaking his Bananainator & all!” “He was gonna turn everyone into bananas!” “That sounds like a you problem then. Anyways, Pim & I have some setting up to do for the auction! Ta-ta!”

With that, The Auctioneer took a bow & left the freezer, leaving the group to their own devices.

Cherry crossed their arms & leaned against the wall. “I shouldn’t have gone on that stupid scavenger hunt. It was a trick from the very beginning!”

“You went on a scavenger hunt too?” “Yea?” “I also went on a scavenger hunt!” “Did we all get lured here by the same thing?” “I guess so..” “That motherfucker! I’ll kill him!” “Well... how do we get outta here?” Nora questioned, looking around the room.

“What are the chances they forgot to lock the door?” Leslie asked. “Let’s see!”

Juniper approached the door & tried to open it. It did not work. “Well, I guess that answers that.”

“Whatever. If we don’t find a way out of this place soon, we’re fucked!” “What if we used our weapons?” “We can’t do that! My sibling’s here!” “Sorrel’s at the auction?” “Yea, they saw the poster from Thursday & was interested in the auction.. so..” “We can just.. use the weapons to knock down the door & then switch back into our normal clothes.” “Oh. I didn’t think of that.” “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s do that!”

The group all pulled on their necklaces & entered Hero Mode, summoning their weapons.

“Alright!” Cherry raised her sword up. “Let’s bust out of this fucking place!”

Outside of the freezer room, the Auction House was actually quite elegant. A few guests were there already, waiting for the auction to start. The Auctioneer, along with the help of Pim, were setting the last few things up.

There was a table set up, with refreshments such as Arby’s chicken tenders, pizza, cupcakes, & more. Purple balloons were set in place on the table, being held down by some rocks. A clipboard was set on the table as well, with some Sharpies, for guests to sign in.

Most of the preparations were complete. All they had to do now was take the eggs into the back of the Auction House. After the auction was finished, Pim & The Auctioneer were going to celebrate by making some omelettes.

“Nice thinking on the eggs, Pim,” The Auctioneer smiled, grabbing the 3 egg cartons. “I haven’t had omelettes in a looong time!” “& I’ve never had omelettes at all! It’ll be a nice meal to celebrate our revenge, Puck.” “It sure will!”

As the two of them walked toward the back, however, they had no idea they were being watched.

“Hmm.. I think those were Dollar General eggs.” Natalie hummed. “What... do Dollar General eggs have to do with anything?” Sorrel asked. “I’ll have you know that I work at Dollar General, & a f- a customer bought THREE cartons of eggs today! Not to mention, the banana guy!” “The... banana guy? You mean the guy in the banana costume?” “No, no. From what I’ve heard, that’s not a costume. That’s his skin.” “Oh, creepy.” “Yeah. Can you believe that guy tried to take over capitalism?! Something fishy is going on at this auction, & I’m gonna solve it.”

“Wait- hold on..” Sorrel paused. “Did you say.. take over capitalism?” “Uh- yeah?” “My sister was telling me a guy was trying to take over capitalism when I landed from my flight here. She never mentioned he was a banana.” “Some things are better left not being mentioned, I suppose.” Natalie shrugged, pulling out her squeaky hammer. “Enough waiting around, now. I’m gonna investigate.” “Um.. ok. Good l-”

All of a sudden, the building started to rumble. It wasn’t an earthquake, because it was only for a second or two. The Auctioneer nearly dropped the eggs.

“What was THAT?”

The Auctioneer & Pim turned to look at each other. The Auctioneer handed the eggs over to Pim. “Bring these to the kitchen, babe. I’m gonna go check on something.” “Ok, love you!” “Love you too!”

Natalie & Sorrel watched as The Auctioneer speed-walked across the Auction House & into a door. Natalie glanced around for a couple seconds.

“I’m following them.” “Isn’t that illegal?” “I’ve done worse.”

& so, Natalie snuck over & followed The Auctioneer to his destination.

“Hi-YAH!”

After what felt like an eternity, Cherry finally got the door knocked down.

“Woohoo!” Leslie cheered. “We’re free!” “Finally,” Cherry stretched her arms. “Now we can-”

Before Cherry could finish their sentence, the ground started rumbling.

“Oh, great. An earthquake.”

After a second or two, the rumbling stopped.

“Huh. Earthquakes usually last longer than that.” “I don’t think that was an earthquake.” “Let’s just focus on trying to get outta here.”

The group started walking down the hall, looking around for anything that could help them.

“Hey, I see a flight of stairs!” Juniper said, pointing toward a flight of stairs.

“Huh! That must mean we’re underground.” “Why would an auction house have a basement with a human freezer that turns people into statues?” “Beats me.” “I guess we should go up the stairs then, huh?” “I guess. If it’s the way out.”

The group pulled on their ties, reverting back into their normal clothes, & started heading up the stairs in a straight line (Kalani was in front). They hadn’t even made it 10 steps before they heard footsteps rapidly approaching them.

“Ah. Footsteps. Never a good thing to hear when you’re trying to escape something.”

After a few moments, The Auctioneer came to a sudden stop in front of the group, with a cane in his hand.

“Oh! You’ve escaped!” The Auctioneer grinned. “Yea, yea, now can you get out of our way please?” Kalani tried to shoo him off. “We kind of don’t want to be statues.” “Who said you had a choice in the matter?” The Auctioneer poked Kalani with the cane, & one by one the group tumbled down the stairs.

“OW!”

As they all landed on the ground, The Auctioneer walked down the stairs, approaching them.

“Now, for your safety, I highly recommend you get back in the freezer.” “Absolutely fuckin’ not, buddy.”

The group hopped up & tugged on their necklaces, entering Hero Mode once more with their weapons in hands.

“Oh, you wanna play it like that, do you now?” The Auctioneer tossed his cane aside. “Then I’d be happy to oblige.”

Nora flung her whip at The Auctioneer a couple of times, but they moved out of the way before it hit them. Cherry tried to swing her sword at The Auctioneer, however, he just grabbed the blade with his hands before it hit him.

“Feelin’ a little feisty now, are we?” “Wh- How are your hands not bleeding?!” “That’s none of your business!”

Cherry tried to yank their sword out of The Auctioneer’s hands, but either they were too weak or The Auctioneer was too strong, because it wasn’t working.

“Let go of my sword, asshole!” “No thanks!” “Don’t worry, Cherry-pop!” Kalani said, aiming her wand at The Auctioneer. “I’ve got this!”

Kalani shot a magic blast from his wand at The Auctioneer. They maneuvered the sword in such a way that it reflected the magic blast, making it bounce back at the group. They all dodged the blast & it hit the wall.

“Ooookay. Guess I don’t got this.”

The Auctioneer grinned. “Now, clearly we’ve entered a standstill. It would be smart of you to enter the freezer again. Delaying the inevitable will only cause further problems.”

“Do you think we’re dumb enough to go back in there?” “You’re certainly dumb enough to go on my scavenger hunt.” “HOW were we supposed to know that was a trap?” “How weren’t you supposed to know? It was written all over the poster, in purple, cursive font-”

Before The Auctioneer could finish their sentence, they collapsed to the ground, with a squeaky noise accompanying his fall. The group looked up.

It was Natalie.

#thmgau #the auction begins

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riseoftheturtlekids · 2 years

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Baby Steps: Part 1

Here it is, my first ROTTMNT fanfiction!

It’s going to be a longer story than I expected so I decided to break it up into three parts that will slowly introduce the brothers and their families. I’ve been pretty busy this last month so hopefully I’ll add some cover art in the near future.

Thank you all for being patient and I hope you enjoy reading the first part of Baby Steps!

Story: Baby Steps

Summary:

While the family is together for Jitsu’s first birthday, Zari decides to take it upon herself to teach her baby brother how to walk on his big day and enlists her cousins into helping. As the brothers watch over their shenanigans, the four each start reminiscing about when their own kids took their first steps and the hilarity that ensued.

It was late at night when Raphael and Silvertail were in the kitchen, the two looking over various snacks and supplies they had bought for tomorrow’s special event. While Raph was putting away the party food, Sil looked over the checklist in her hand as she went through and marked off each item on the list with the red banded turtle confirming.

“Chips?”

“Nacho, barbeque, and original flavored.”

“Juice?”

“Grape, apple, and one flavorless for Donnie.”

“Balloons?”

“Three packs, I also got the plates, napkins, streamers, and tablecloth at the store while coming back from patrol.” Raph said confidently.

“Impressive. You really went all out on this, huh?” Sil looked over at her husband with a smirk.

“It’s Jitsu’s first birthday, I want everything to be perfect for his big day!”

“I know, I know,” The mutant gator replied. “I still can’t believe he’s turning a year old, it’s surprising how big he’s gotten in that time.”

“Yeah…” Raph said as he tried to hold back tears from remembering the day Jitsu was born; that proud feeling of getting to hold his son for the first time was something he would never forget. Noticing this, Silvertail walked over to her partner and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder in comfort which seemed to snap Raph out of thought.

“Um, yeah, right, so looks like we got everything for the party.” He said trying to change the subject. Silver couldn’t help but laugh a bit.

“Yep, Mikey said he’d bring the cake over tomorrow, so the only thing left is to hide these.” The gator picked up a paper box from the counter with the clear top revealing a dozen cupcakes alternating between vanilla and chocolate and decorated with pastel frosting.

“Can’t we just put them in the cabinet?” Raph said gesturing to the cabinets above them.

Silvertail shook her head. “No, I don’t want the kids being able to reach them easily, plus it’d be the first place your dad would look.” A yawn suddenly escaped from Silvertail and she shook her head a bit trying to ward off the tiredness, Raph took notice of this and looked over at the clock on the far wall to see that the two of them have been up for a while.

“It’s getting late, we should get to bed.” Raph said as he took the box from Silver. “I’ll take care of the cupcakes; you go ahead, and I’ll join you after I put them away.”

Sil hummed in agreement and gave the turtle a kiss goodnight before walking out of the kitchen. “Be sure to put them somewhere that your dad and the kids can’t reach.” She called out from the hallway.

After she left, Raph looked around for a decent hiding spot before deciding that the top of the fridge would be the best place, as he was about to put them behind the boxes of cereal however Raphael glanced over at the doorway to see if Sil was truly gone. Once he was sure no one was around, Raph opened the box and carefully took out one of the cupcakes and looked at the dessert eagerly, but as he prepared to pop it into his mouth a young voice suddenly spoke out from behind him.

“Hey dad!” The mutant snapper nearly jumped out of his shell and fumbled with the both the box and cupcake as he turned around to see who snuck up behind him.

Looking down he saw a little gator child looking up at him curiously and dressed in a large t-shirt as makeshift pajamas; it was his young daughter Zari. A relieved sigh left him after recognizing that it was his kid before Raph realized that she was in the kitchen instead of being in bed.

“Zari, what are you doing? It’s way past your bedtime.”

“I got hungry, so I was looking for a snack.”

“It’s 10 pm; you should be sleeping not snacking.” Raph told her.

“Then what are you doing?” Zari asked pointing at the half-squashed cupcake in her dad’s hand.

Looking back between Zari and the cupcake, Raph realized the compromising position he was in and tried to come up with an explanation. When he was unable to come up with one, he offered his daughter some of the damaged cupcake and put the rest of them away on top of the fridge as Zari happily started eating some of the larger crumbs that were held together by the frosting.

“Don’t tell your mom about this, okay?” Raph told her to which the little gator nodded. After Zari ate her fill, Raph ate the rest of the cake crumbles and tossed the wrapper into the trash can before picking up Zari and the two of them walked out of the kitchen.

“Alright, now let’s get you back to bed young lady.”

“I’m not a lady!” Zari protested. “I’m a fierce warrior!”

“Well, even little warriors need their sleep.” Raph said as he tickled Zari and was rewarded with some laughter from the little gator as the two of them walked down towards Zari’s bedroom. Raph pulled back the curtain and walked inside when his foot bumped against something, curious he flipped the light switch on to reveal a scattered mess of toys on the floor.

“Zari…” The red banded turtle looked over at his daughter with a brow raised in question.

“I was gonna clean it up!” Zari explained.

Raph simply rolled his eyes and started navigating through the sea of blocks, action figures, and various toys that littered the concrete floor, grateful for the years of ninja training him and his brothers went through, until eventually the two of them reached Zari’s bed where he proceeded to tuck her in.

“No more late-night snacks, okay?” Raphael placed a kiss on her forehead and got up from the bed. As he was about to make the treacherous return to the door, Zari suddenly sat up in her bed and stopped her father as she asked him a question.

“Hey dad, how old was I when I started walking?” The question caught Raph off guard for a second as he looked back at his daughter.

“About a year old I think?” He told her.

“And how old were you and mom when you started?”

“Um, probably around the same age I guess.” Raph replied honestly and sat back down on the bed, curious to see where this was going. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, I heard mom talking to Uncle Donnie and Aunt Lisa on the phone today about how Jitsu’s still crawling around.” Zari explained. “And I was wondering if there was something wrong with him?”

Oh, so that was it. About two months ago Jitsu had started using furniture or people nearby to pull himself into a standing position which had prompted him and Sil to start teaching the toddler how to walk, but while there had been some significant progress their son had yet to walk on his own. They had started asking the rest of the family for tips and advice on different techniques to use on Jitsu; apparently Zari was in the room when Silver made that call and it had gotten her worried.

Raph gave a reassuring smile to his daughter. “There’s nothing wrong, princess. Your mom was just asking for advice that’s all.”

“Advice about what?”

“You know how your mom and I have been trying to teach Jitsu to walk lately?” Zari nodded and Raph continued explaining. “Well, we tried using the same techniques from when we were teaching you, but they don’t seem to work for your brother, so we started asking your aunts and uncles for tricks they used from when they were teaching your cousins.”

“And they worked?” Zari asked.

Raph gave a shrug. “Sort of, it’s been a lot of trial and error, but he’s been improving a lot. Anyway, there’s nothing to worry about Zari, your brother is just fine.” As he said this, Raph started tucking the young gator back into bed.

“When he does start walking, it’s gonna make things a lot easier for me.” Zari said as she got back under the covers. “I won’t have to carry him around as much; he’s been getting real heavy.”

Raph couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “Hopefully Jitsu will start walking soon, until then we gotta give him all the support we can, okay?”

Zari hummed in agreement and Raph placed another kiss on her head before getting up and tiptoeing his way back over to the door, upon reaching the other side he turned to give Zari a loving smile as he bade her goodnight.

“Goodnight Zari.” He said before flipping the lights off and walking out into the hallway.

“’Night dad.” Zari replied as her dad left the room.

After Raph left, the little gator looked up at the ceiling in thought as she processed the conversation they just had and the whole situation regarding her little brother. While Jitsu had been improving over the past few weeks, and had even started cruising a little, he’d mostly stuck to clinging onto furniture, crawling, or having someone carry him around. The main problem seemed to be coming from her brother’s hesitation to walk around without something to support himself on, often resorting to crawling towards mom and dad whenever their parents tried encouraging him to walk on his own. Zari couldn’t tell how many times she had watched her parents get Jitsu to stand on his own and encourage him to walk over to them across the room, only for him to plop back down and do a running crawl towards either mom or dad much to their confusion.

At one point they tried to get him to walk towards Zari when he propped himself up using the couch, and it seemed that he was about to walk towards her, but for some reason he hesitated and climbed up to take a nap on the arm instead. Thinking about that memory led Zari to a realization which was quickly followed by an idea. Reaching under her pillow she pulled out a tablet and turned it on, squinting a bit as her eyes adjusted to the screen’s brightness, she made a few taps on the screen before sitting up in her bed.

After waiting a bit a jingle sounded from the tablet and a tired voice answered. “Hello?”

“Hey Matt! Sorry to wake you, but I need your help with something.”

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It was late the next morning, after cleaning up from another round of Breakfast Catapult, when Raph and Silver started getting everything set up for Jitsu’s birthday party. Zari was tasked with keeping Jitsu occupied while their parents were busy with the decorations; Silver was observing not too far as she set up the snack table, meanwhile Raph was attempting to set up the ‘Happy 1st Birthday!’ banner over at the entrance and was trying to make it not look crooked. The kids were currently bopping a balloon back and forth from each other with the balloon occasionally bouncing off of Jitsu’s head and making the little turtle giggle each time. Sil looked up and smiled at her two kids as they played together, that smile quickly left when she looked over at her husband and saw what he was trying to do.

“Come on,” Raph muttered as he concentrated. “You almost got this Raph, just a little higher.”

“Raph, are you sure you don’t need me to hold the ladder?” The gator mutant asked.

“It’s fine Sil, I’m being extra careful.” Raph assured, keeping his eyes on the wall before him.

Suddenly a loud popping sound startled everyone in the room, the sudden noise nearly causing Raph to fall over before regaining his balance. The two parents looked over towards the kids where they saw Zari holding the tattered remains of the balloon in her claws.

“My bad.” The little gator apologized, having popped the balloon by accident.

Shaking her head, Silvertail turned her attention back to Raph who had resumed his work on the banner. “I just don’t want you falling off that thing.” She said worriedly. “Remember what happened last year at the Christmas party?”

“First of all, that was not my fault.” Raph stated. “Leo was the one who opened that portal. Second, you worry too much Sil. I’ve been climbing ladders since I was a tot, trust me I’m not gonna fall-”

“Wha’cha doing Uncle Raph?”

The sound of a yelp followed by a crash immediately caught the family’s attention and looked over to see Raphael lying on his shell, the ladder having been knocked over during his fall, and the banner hanging limply on one side of the archway.

“You alright hon?” Silver called from the table.

“Yep.” Raph managed to groan out.

Looking up the mutant snapper spotted a young gecko child standing at the entry with an innocent smile on his face; an orange and yellow metal pack was secured onto his backside with the design resembling a smaller version of a certain softshell’s handiwork. The sound of hurried footsteps sounded from deeper in the subway tunnel as Raph sat up and two more figures appeared at the entrance: his younger brother Donatello and his wife Ilisa, both of whom were wearing concerned expressions after hearing the crash.

“Oh my goodness! Raph, are you alright?” Ilisa asked, rushing over to help the red banded turtle up onto his feet.

As the gecko yokai was aiding his older brother, Donnie turned towards his son and started lecturing in a disapproving tone. “Matthew, what have we told you about sneaking up on people while their working?”

“Sorry dad…” Matt rubbed the back of his neck and looked down sheepishly.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”

“Oh, right.” The gecko boy turned to Raph who was back on his feet and picking up the ladder. “I’m sorry Uncle Raph.”

“It’s fine. I’ve fallen off of much higher places, this is nothing.” The mutant snapper assured, the pained expression upon his face said otherwise. “Glad you guys could make it.”

Ilisa smiled at her brother-in-law. “Of course! We’ve all been looking forward to this; the boys have been working all week on their presents.”

As the orange gecko said this both Donnie and Matt pulled out a gift from their battleshells. While Donnie’s present appeared as a simple box in Jupiter Jim wrapping paper, Matt’s was lumpier and had splotches of glitter covering the yellow wrapping.

Raphael eyed the presents suspiciously before Ilisa whispered to him. “I made sure they didn’t go overboard this time.”

“That’s a relief.” The eldest relaxed a bit. “Where’s DJ?”

“Over here.” At that moment another young gecko appeared at the doorway carrying his present, they stood next to his brother and father while watching the scene before them. A lilac bandana was upon his head while a purple jumpsuit covered most of his body, a pair of blue goggles was worn around his neck while a remote bracelet was secured on his left arm.

“Hey Uncle Raph, you okay?” The boy asked nonchalantly. “That sounded like quite the fall down in the tunnel.”

“I’m fine DJ.” Raph told him as he set down the ladder and started climbing back up. “Zari! Come over and say hi!”

Zari ran over to the group and gave Ilisa a hug. “Hi Aunt Lisa! Hey guys!”

“Hiya Zari!” Matt greeted eagerly as he ran up to hug her as well, DJ gave a nod in acknowledgment while Donnie simply waved hello.

“Good to see you Zari.” Ilisa greeted and returned the hug. “How have you been little one?”

“I’m alright Aunt – Hey, who are you calling little?!” Zari’s little realization caused the adults to laugh a bit while DJ and Matt gave amused looks.

“Why don’t you show your cousins where to put the presents and you guys can go play?” Raph said.

“Okay dad!” Zari gestured DJ and Matt to follow her. “Come on guys, the table’s over here!”

As the kids ran off further into the lair, Ilisa walked over to where Silvertail was and the two started chatting while Donatello stayed behind to talk with Raphael as the other resumed trying to hang up the banner over the doorway.

“So, how’ve you been Don?” Raph asked. “Leg still alright?”

“More than alright dear brother,” Don said with enthusiasm as he tapped his robotic leg. “I’ve just put the latest upgrade on this baby, now I can launch my own foot and kick butt without even moving.”

“Sweet! Just don’t go setting it off in the lair.” The eldest told him.

“No promises!”

Raph rolled his eyes and concentrated on setting up the banner, leaning further and further while attempting to reach the other side of the entrance, in doing so he failed to notice the ladder starting to slip and lose its footing.

“Almost…” Just as it seemed the eldest was going to fall off again, Donnie quickly used his mechanical arms to hold the ladder in place and his brother was able to pin the other half of the banner.

“There!” The mutant snapper said as he climbed down and stepped back to look at his handiwork. As the eldest was looking at the hung-up banner proudly, Donnie stood next to him examining the decoration before speaking up.

“I think the right side is a little too low.” An uneasy feeling came upon the softshell and he glanced over to see his brother giving him the most frustrated look that made him realize just how long Raph had been working on this thing.

“On second thought, it looks great! Good job Raph!” Donatello quickly said before immediately walking away to avoid the eldest brother’s wrath.

Donnie walked over to a cooler next to the snack table and pulled out a box of flavorless juice, as he pierced the top using the attached straw he looked over to where the kids were and noticed that they were fitting something onto the birthday boy. Curious, the purple banded turtle walked over to the group to see what they were up to and overheard a bit of their conversation.

“…Are you sure this’ll work?” Zari asked.

“Yep, this thing is literally designed to keep him from hurting himself.” Matt assured. “Dad used to make me wear this when I was little to keep me safe.”

“Actually, it was to keep the house safe from Matt.” DJ said jokingly to Zari making her giggle.

Matt didn’t seem to hear his younger brother as he continued talking. “It’s been a while since this thing was last used, but it should still work!”

“If it’s made by me of course it should.” The sound of Donnie’s voice from behind them startled the three who turned around to see the softshell mutant’s unamused expression.

“What are you guys up to?” He asked.

“We’re trying to teach Jitsu how to walk.” Matt said without hesitation, causing his brother to face palm at his brother’s bluntness.

Donatello raised a brow at this, honestly not expecting to hear that, but still maintained his neutral expression. “You really have a knack for creating more questions, don’t you Matt?”

“Matt got a call from Zari last night asking if we could make something to help Jitsu keep from falling.” DJ explained. “Since it was short notice, and past bedtime, we didn’t have time to make one ourselves so we kinda borrowed one of your inventions.”

The words ‘borrowed’ and ‘invention’ made Donnie narrow his eyes. “Which one?”

Before DJ could tell their dad, his brother beat him to the punch as he lifted up Jitsu to show their dad.

“It’s my old bubble suit!” Matt said happily. The little turtle tot was dressed in a yellow rubber jumpsuit which Don recognized immediately, replacing his emotionless expression into that of shock and followed by irritation.

“How did you get that?” He asked, though the softshell already knew the answer.

“I found it in a box in the closet.” Matt told him.

The purple banded turtle pinched the bridge between his eyes in annoyance, cursing every cosmic being known to man for allowing his son to find that accursed suit. At that moment Ilisa’s voice called over from the other side of the room, having coincidentally looked over and seen her son holding her nephew in a familiar jumpsuit.

“Don, please tell me you did not put that on him.” Ilisa asked as she quickly walked over to the group

Donnie let out a sigh. “No, Matt found it in the closet.”

“What was it doing in the closet? I thought you said you got rid of it.” She questioned him.

“I said I took care of it.” He explained, trying not to get frustrated.

The gecko raised a brow at this. “Hiding it in the closet is ‘taking care of it’?”

“He wasn’t tall enough to reach the top shelf when I put it there!”

“He was a year old!”

“Whoa, whoa, what’s going on?” Raph stepped in trying to calm his brother and sister-in-law. Silver walked over as well to see what was going on, meanwhile the kids stood there perplexed by the situation that was playing out before them.

“The kids are trying to help Jitsu to walk and Matt put him in an old suit I made when he was little.” Donnie explained while gesturing to the yellow suited toddler.

“Okay…” Raph said, not really understanding the problem.

The third brother sighed and further explained himself. “The suit is designed to inflate if it detects the wearer is about to fall; it’s basically a toddler version of Mikey’s old suit.”

“So it’s like a wearable airbag?” Sil asked.

“Simply put, yes. I originally made it for Matt when he was younger, but-”

“Yeah, it’s really cool.” Matt interjected. “Watch!”

Before anyone could stop him Matthew raised his arms high in the air and released his grip on Jitsu, causing the toddler to start plummeting towards the ground. In a panic both Silvertail and Raphael ran forward and crashed onto the ground to catch their son when a beeping noise sounded from the suit, it then instantly inflated as Jitsu made contact with the ground and bounced off the floor, flying over his parents’ heads and onto the other side of the room. The little toddler laughed as he happily bounced towards the snack table as the group looked on in shock, watching as Jitsu crashed into the table causing some of the food to be knocked over.

Eventually the toddler’s bouncing escapade ended when he landed in one of the chip bowls, after a moment the suit deflated and Jitsu returned to his usual baby form all the while still laughing as he sat in the bowl and started throwing chips in the air. Raph and Sil quickly got up from the floor and ran over to their son, Silver quickly scooping him up in her arms as the two parents looked him over. The toddler simply smiled up at his parents and fortunately seemed completely unscathed by the whole ordeal.

“Oh thank goodness, he’s alright!” Silver said in a relieved tone.

Upon hearing this, the others relaxed and were thankful that the toddler was alright. Suddenly Zari punched Matt in the arm causing the gecko child to cry out in pain.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“You literally dropped my baby brother and you’re asking why I punched you?!” Zari yelled angrily as she went in for another punch.

“Ouch! I thought you wanted – Hey! To know if it still – Oof! Worked or not?” Matt said as the little gator continued to throw punches at him.

“I’m pretty sure she wanted us to test it without dropping him in the air Matt.” DJ told him, arms crossed as he watched his cousin wail on his older brother.

Donnie and Ilisa also watched the fight in front of them but didn’t bother to step in even as Matt began running away from Zari in an attempt to escape her wrath. As they watched Zari chase after their son, Ilisa looked over at her husband with a smile and nudged him with her elbow.

“This reminds you of anything?” She asked teasingly.

“Yes, but I recall there being a lot more property damage than I remember.” Donnie smirked in her direction, recalling a memory that was the very reason why the suit was put away in the first place.

**Flashback: Eleven years ago; Hamato-Sunblossom Residence**

“No, no, NO!” Donatello shouted as his first born bounced off of the walls of the house, knocking over furniture, pictures, and anything else that wasn’t nailed down all the while Matthew was laughing in excitement over the ordeal.

The experiment was supposed to be simple enough; after spending countless hours going over blueprints and testing various prototypes, Donnie believed he had created the perfect device that will keep his son from hurting himself while learning to walk. He waited for Ilisa to go out before conducting the test, wanting to both surprise her with his genius invention and to avoid another lecture about using their son as a test subject. Especially after the whole robotic nanny incident from last week; neither of them was particularly happy about that.

Everything was going smoothly, at first, but once again Matt had somehow turned the tables and instead of keeping him from causing trouble the suit was now being used as a tool of destruction. Don was so glad that Ilisa wasn’t around to see the state of the house and he hoped he’d be able to clean up the place before she got back, that is to say if he could manage to catch the laughing bouncing ball responsible for this mess. The softshell desperately chased after Matthew using his hovershell to zoom around and keep up with his son, though it was proving difficult as the inflated suit bounced the toddler off of every wall and corner and nearly causing him to crash more than once.

The frustration grew with each missed catch Donnie made and the sound of something being broken or knocked over, pushing the softshell to the point of setting the thrusters to the highest setting in an effort to keep up with his bouncing ball of a son. As he neared Matthew midair his arms extended forward and finally, finally, Donatello managed to catch the little gecko and put an end to the whole ordeal.

“AHA!” The purple banded turtle yelled triumphantly. “Gotcha you little – !”

And that was all Donatello managed to get out before crashing into the wall, having been distracted in his little victory to notice where he was going, then proceeded to fall onto a junk pile below where upon he lost his grip on Matt. The toddler, who was miraculously unharmed thanks to the suit, bounced a few feet away from his father still giggling madly. Donnie sat up with a groan and looked around to see where his son had gone and spotted him next to a pair of orange reptilian feet, a sense of dread filled him as he looked up to see his wife standing at the doorway with eyes wide at the scene before her.

“I know this looks bad, but let me explain!”

**Present Day**

Eventually Raph stepped in and stopped Zari from seriously injuring Matt after letting the two run a few laps around the living room and Jitsu was back to wearing his usual red jumper; the bubble suit had ‘accidentally’ gotten torn by Sil during removal. After cleaning up the mess around the snack table the group decided to play a few games while waiting for the rest of the family to show up. Raphael was sitting on the couch with Jitsu and Ilisa as they watched Don, Silver, Zari, Matt, and DJ playing a boys vs girls Twister contest with Matthew sitting on the sidelines instructing both teams.

“Okay dad, DJ, left foot on blue!” The purple spotted gecko said.

Donnie, who was currently in a tangled mess with Silvertail, maneuvered his left foot to the nearest blue dot on the mat and let out a slow exhale. It was taking all of his concentration and sheer will not to collapse despite every muscle in his body screaming to end their torment. For Sil on the other hand, the gator mutant showed no signs of strain and found it amusing seeing how much her purple brother-in-law was trying to keep his composure; being a previous holder of the Battle Nexus Champion title did have some perks.

“Doing okay there Don?” Silver asked.

“Yep! Too easy!” The softshell managed to say. “Right, DJ? … DJ?”

“Sorry dad, trying to focus here.” DJ told him, his body currently twisted midair like a pretzel.

Silvertail couldn’t help but laugh a little at her nephew’s comment and then turned her head slightly to look over at Matt to speak with him. “What’s our next move Matt?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah!” Matt flicked the spinner and watched it land on a random color on the board. “Right hand on green!”

“Seriously?” Zari griped. Her limbs were currently spread across the four corners of the mat making her appear like a cat after it had fallen off a great height.

“Don’t worry princess, you got this!” Raph cheered.

“You can do it girls!” Ilisa joined in.

Don looked at his wife with a bewildered look. “Wha- Ilisa?!”

The gecko yokai only gave a sheepish smile and a shrug in response, to which Donnie could only roll his eyes at and resumed his focus on the game. Silver managed to move her hand to a nearby green spot with ease while Zari still tried to figure out her next move, after thinking about it the little gator pushed up and quickly moved her right hand under her left arm in order to reach a nearby green spot.

Matt flicked the spinner again and called out where the arrow landed. “Left hand on red!”

DJ let out a sigh of relief as he untwisted himself and placed his left hand on a nearby red space, his dad on the other hand wasn’t as lucky. Due to his position the softshell knew that any movement he made had a highly likely chance of him pulling something. In an effort to avoid losing the remaining feeling in his limbs Donnie attempted to use one of the robotic arms from his battleshell, but he was quickly called out by Ilisa who saw what he was trying to do.

“Don’t even think about it Donald.” The gecko warned.

“It’s still a hand, isn’t it?” Donatello reasoned. “Also, there’s no rule against using artificial limbs. If that were the case I’d be short one foot.”

“But dad, that’s cheating.” Matt told him.

“Way to set a good example for your kids.” DJ added.

“Ugh, fine.” Don retracted the limb begrudgingly and started carefully moving his left arm to reach the nearest red spot on the mat, his upper body practically supported by his right arm alone as he snaked his left hand under it to reach his target. Slowly, but surely, the softshell mutant rested his palm on top of the circle and was able to relieve some of the pressure he was putting on his right side much to his relief. Donnie looked up at his wife and eldest son and was about to say something snarky at them when a voiced called out from the entrance of the lair.

“Alright! Who’s ready to party?”

In that moment Silvertail looked over to see who was shouting, in doing so the gator lost her balance and fell on top of Donatello with a loud thud. The purple banded turtle let out a short cry as he was pinned under the gator mutant, followed by a pained groan as Matt and Raph looked on with grimaces at the sight of Donnie being crushed by the larger mutant. Leonardo stood at the doorway alongside his wife Kalea and their twins Hana and Kai, the blue banded turtle had a confident expression on his face which quickly turned into wide-eyed shock after witnessing his sister-in-law fall on top of his brother.

“Uh, whoops…”

#rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt #rottmnt raph #rottmnt ocs #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #Zari #turtle ocs #ninja turtles #Jitsu #baby jitsu #rottmnt donnie #Matt #DJ #turtle tots

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mr-phich · 2 years

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14, 7, 29 (only if you want to!) :)

7) Post a snippet from a wip.

From chapter 28 of only little :)

“A birthday party? For me?”

Curse every single person who cared for his kids between the time their parents died and they got to him. Sam wants to wring all of their godforsaken necks. There’s no reason for a child to sound so very startled at the idea.

But he keeps his calm, because they’re his kids and he loves them.

“Yup. I was thinking Pops could come and stay and we can invite some of your friends over. We’ll do games and —” Sam’s going to mention cake, then thinks better of it, “ — have a wonderful time.”

Both kids look at him with big eyes, before Stevie turns to Bucky, and says, “It’ll be just like we used to say, Bucky. Before. Maybe we can have balloons!”

“We can definitely have balloons,” Sam promises through a tightening vice around his heart.

“And birthday presents,” Stevie continues. “Cause we got money now, Bucky. We can do special birthday presents just for you.”

Bucky looks a little overwhelmed at the idea.

“We’ll only do this if it sounds fun to you, baby,” Sam reminds. “But you’re very special to me and to lots of other people, and we want to celebrate the day you came into the world.”

Bucky hugs tight to Squeak and looks between Sam and Stevie. Finally, in a very small voice, he says, “I wanna have cake. We no have cake, before.”

Reaching out and taking Bucky’s hand, Sam proposes, “How about we make some practice cupcakes and you can take them to school to try at your lunch group, huh? Then on the big day you’ll be ready.”

Bucky smiles even bigger and nods. “Cake and balloons and presents for me,” he says in a wondering tone. “Wow.”

14) What is your favorite location and position to write in? Hmmm.... I typically write in bed, actually. Usually all folded up in ways that are probably terrible for my back and wrists. I don't know that's my favorite? Probably favorite is on my QP's couch, with them writing on the other side.

29) What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?

Emotional impact. :)

#tumblr asks #anon #ask memes #only little #wip #snips and snops

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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Obvious

Summary | It’s so obvious, isn’t it? Maybe not to Bucky. But you’re going to make his first Father’s Day something to remember.

Pairing | Bucky x Pregnant!Reader

Word Count | 2.8k

Warnings | slight language, pregnant!reader, references to sex

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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At first you were positive you’d eaten something off and were suffering from a mild case of food poisoning. With your luck, it wouldn’t have been the first time. But then it lasted for more than a few days...and then some more after that. After a couple of weeks of denying that it could be anything but a mild stomach bug, you came to the earth stopping conclusion that it was something different entirely.

The signs were all there, and it wasn’t that you had been ignoring them but...you had been ignoring them. The idea that it could have possibly been anything but a stomach bug was terrifying. But there was only so much hiding you could do from Bucky before he came extremely concerned at the sight of you repeatedly hunched over the toilet. He insisted you go to the doctor and knowing him, if you didn’t comply, he’d throw you over his shoulder and take you himself.

After a little white lie of saying you’d go right away, you’d sneaked off to the corner drug store in search of those dreaded pregnancy tests. Bucky was off doing whatever the hell it was he and Sam did half the time, so you had a few hours to yourself. You felt like a criminal as you bundled up in a hoodie of Bucky’s and looked around furtively as you grabbed one of each of the tests and took them to the counter to pay before practically running home.

You felt so silly, so dumb as you had the six tests on the counter, while your phone slowly ticked down the time. All the signs were there - how could you have ignored them? The missed period - wait, was it two? You’d been so bad about tracking them, you honestly didn’t even know. The morning sickness, apparently not food poisoning, the extra sensitive breasts, the fatigue. It all seemed so obvious now.

You sighed as your timer went off and looked at the various tests.

They only confirmed what you had already accepted. Pregnant.

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You felt like you were floating on air as you walked out of the doctor’s office with some of the grainiest photos you had ever seen. But the only thing that mattered was the small little bean that you could clearly make out in the middle of them. Your little bean - yours and Bucky’s. Your baby.

It’d been a week since you’d taken the tests and made your little discovery. After that it had become a little game of hiding it all from Bucky - you wanted to tell him and soon, but you wanted to surprise him at the perfect time. You knew he’d be over the moon about it all. You’d talked about children, and it had been decided, especially since you’d been together for a few years now, that if it happened it happened when it would happen. But you just knew he wanted this - and honestly, so did you. Despite the extreme nerves it had set upon you.

So, you decided to play a little game with Bucky to see if and when he finally realized you were pregnant. Hopefully it’d be before you were showing - he wasn’t that blind after all. But you were going to have fun with this.

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“Hey Buck,” you were sprawled on the couch, resting your head in his lap as the two of you watched a movie on Netflix. It had been a long day and there was nothing you wanted more than a quiet evening in - this was nothing short of pure bliss. He made a small sound of acknowledgment as he gently played with your hair, silently telling you to go on, “what do you think you’d want to name our baby? Boy or girl?”

Sure, it was anything but subtle, but the way you had been resting your hand on your belly wasn’t either. And he hadn’t caught onto that either.

“Hmm, I’ve never really thought that much about it,” he mused as he looked down at you and offered you a soft smile. You grinned back at him as you grabbed his hand and pressed a gentle kiss to his knuckles, “I like...and don’t laugh at me - the idea of naming a son Steve. Maybe a daughter Rebecca or Sarah.”

“Bucky,” you could see that despite his seemingly disinterested attitude, he had actually given this a lot of thought. You knew they were so much more than just names,”those are lovely names. I think any one of those would be a lovely name for our baby.”

“Yeah?” he asked, almost timidly as you reached up and touched his cheek, running your fingers over his stubble as you nodded. He practically keened into your warm, gentle touch as his eyes closed, “I love you.”

“I love you too, bub,” you whispered as he pressed a kiss to the palm of your hand, “let’s get to bed, huh? It’s getting late and I’ve just been so incredibly tired lately.”

“Come on,” he slowly ushered you up and off his lap before standing and stretching. You couldn’t help but admire him as a rush of love overwhelmed you. You really loved him more than anything - well him and your small bean now. Bucky effortlessly leaned over and scooped you up in his arms, cradling you to his chest as he walked towards the bedroom, “you’re so beautiful.”

“You’re not bad yourself, Sarge,” you grinned as you rested your head against his shoulder, “but I almost feel like I’ve just got this...glow lately ya know?”

“You always do,” he promised with a kiss to the top of your head as you almost burst out laughing. So many not-so-subtle-hints and he still didn’t catch on.

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“Bub? You in the kitchen?” you called from the bedroom, knowing damn well he was there, finishing up a big weekend breakfast for the two of you. You tip-toed out of the bedroom, pulling on your - his - shirt to indulge in a lazy Sunday.

“I’m in here, sweetheart,” he looked up and smiled softly as soon as you came into view. He still looked at you as though you had personally hung the stars and moon, like he was still in the process of falling in love with you every single day, “hi.”

“Hi,” you walked over to him and motioned behind, “can you do me a huge favor and get me a glass of water and my vitamins? I left them on the counter.”

“So demanding,” you both were aware of the fact that he’d never say no to you. You took a seat at the bar, hopping onto your stool as you swung your legs back and forth and waited for him to either realize what was going on, or make some sort of joke. But instead he hummed some tune under his breath as he set a glass of water in front of you and grabbed your vitamins.

The man, this silly, lovely man, picked up the bottle of prenatal vitamins, opened them, and handed two of them to you before following up with your other supplements. Your mouth hung open as you looked at him in awe - you’d literally put it all in front of his nose and he still didn’t catch on.

Goodness Gracious.

“There you are, pretty girl,” he leaned over and kissed you gently before turning back to the stove. You watched him with a dumbfounded expression but slowly grabbed your water and vitamins and downed them, “anything you want do today?”

Alright. You were willing to push a little further and see if he finally caught on.

“There’s a new store that opened up downtown,” you said noncommittally, “they umm...have a lot of baby and kid stuff and I wanted to go ahead and check it out.”

“Sure thing,” nope. Apparently you were going to have to hit over the head with a two by four, “sounds good. We’ll go after breakfast?”

“Yeah,” you agreed, shaking your head in amusement, “sounds good to me too, bub.”

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It had been almost a month of dropping hint after hint, and they had been becoming increasingly less subtle. You were pretty sure that you could have just straight up told him you were pregnant at this point and he still wouldn’t have gotten it.

But you had one last little idea - Father’s Day had come around and you were going to make sure his first father’s day was special. Maybe it was silly to celebrate when the baby wasn’t even born yet, but you didn’t care - you just wanted to finally tell him.

The evening before Father’s Day, you’d let Bucky go to bed first, telling him you were just going to be a little longer, needing to finish up some work. He believed it hook, line, and sinker, and told you to join him soon. Once he was snoring soundly, asleep on his back with the gold and black vibranium arm splayed over your side of bed, you pulled out all the supplies you’d gotten.

You made quick - and quiet - work of blowing up multicolored balloons and throwing some confetti around. You’d regret it later but the surprise would be worth it. Once you were satisfied, you grabbed the newest sonograms you’d gotten at the doctor the day before and tucked them into the envelope along with the card you’d picked out. After writing on the card, you sealed the envelope and on the front side simply wrote Happy Father’s Day.

On the back, knowing how Bucky was, you scrolled one more little note. You left it all on the counter, along with the box of cupcakes you’d snagged from his favorite bakery, ready for him to discover in the morning. He’d be up before, and he’d have the little surprise to wake up to.

Hopefully this time the message was loud and clear.

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Bucky stifled a yawn as he slowly crawled out of the bed, stretching his stiff limbs. You were still all bundled up and lightly snoring with a little smile on your face. He reached down and gently brushed a lock of hair out of your face before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Slowly making his way down the hall, a confused expression crossed his features as he noticed the glittering confetti on the floor. How strange.

But as he walked into the living room and saw the ballrooms all over the place he was visibly confused. What on earth was going on? He picked one that was close to his foot up and played with it for a moment before lightly smacking it across the room. He perked up when he saw the colorful box on the counter, a clear giveaway that it was from his favorite place.

Shuffling across the room, he was ready to throw open the box and indulge in an early morning sweet treat when he was stopped by the card on top. He picked it up and instantly recognized your handwriting. Happy Father’s Day!

It must have been for your father...maybe this all was for him and your parents were coming over and he’d somehow managed to forget about it all. He would definitely hear about that later on from you. Shit.

No...he surely would have remembered that. He was old but his memory was still sharp. He felt the envelope beneath his fingers, noting that it was slightly thicker than a normal card. Curious. He flipped it over and his heart almost stopped when he saw what you had written on the flap.

Yes. This is really for you, James.

James. That’s how you knew you were being serious.

His heart felt like it was almost bursting out of his chest as he slowly slid a vibranium finger underneath the seal, careful to prevent any rips or tears. After what seemed like a millennia, he opened the thing and pulled out the card, along with the sheet of photos.

Bucky’s mouth fell open and formed a small o as he looked as he read over your sweet message in the card. Once he studied the grainy photos and realized that holy shit, this was your baby - his baby. You were having a baby! He inhaled - a shaky broken little thing as he fought back a few tears. After all this time, he was getting something he thought would only be a dream.

“Surprise,” you whispered so you wouldn’t completely scare him. You’d woken up a few moments after him, already missing his body and warmth as soon as he had left. You had tip-toed after him and watched him finally realize what you had been dropping hints about for almost a month. His reaction had been everything, priceless.

“Sweetheart…” he looked between you and grainy photos in his hand, his blue eyes gentle and glossy as you walked over to him, “we’re having a baby?”

“Yeah, bub, we are,” you promised, feeling tears well up in your own eyes as you carded a hand through his soft hair, “I’ve been trying to tell you for like a month. But you, sir, do not pick up on anything. Baby names? Prenatals...the baby store? The continued morning sickness. For a moment I thought I’d have to have the baby before you realized what was going on. I wasn’t being subtle anymore.”

“Oh...oh,” he said as a dark pink blush crept into his cheeks, “okay now it all seems so clear. I guess I...man, I’m blind.”

“Yeah, old man,” you teased softly, “turns out that food poisoning was never food poisoning at all. It was morning sickness.”

“Shit,” he was incredulous, “a baby. I can’t believe it...how far along are you?”

“Almost twelve weeks at this point,” you laughed, “I was wondering if you’d realize before I started to show.”

His hands found your hips as he played with the hem of your sweater before slowly pushing it up. A warm, gentle touch found your belly as he leaned in and brushed his lips over yours, offering you the sweetest kiss, “thank you.”

“For what?” you eagerly accepted his kiss and offered him a few more. He couldn’t stop himself from pulling you into his body and holding you close to him. Soon it would be a very different type of closeness.

“For you,” he whispered, “for this...us - our family. I...it’s just that I never thought I would be good enough for all of this.”

“Of course you are, Bucky,” you promised softly, reaching up and touching his cheek, “you are a good man. You are. I love you so much, more than anything in this world. You are worthy of this, you have always been worthy. I will gladly spend every day of my life showing you that if I have to.”

“I love you,” he pressed his forehead against yours, “I still can’t believe this is real.”

“I love you too,” you beamed, “now, how about you eat a cupcake and I’ll start breakfast. Then we can start telling everyone that you knocked me up!”

“It sounds so dirty when you put it like that - I like it. I’m sure we had fun doing it too,” he snorted as he opened the box of cupcakes, grinning when he saw that they too proclaimed Happy Father’s Day.

“What makes you think that, old man?” you bumped his hips with yours as you opened the fridge to get the ingredients for some omelets.

“Because we always have fun.”

“Cheeky!”

“Well, it’s not like it’s a lie,” He grabbed one and took a bite before offering you a taste, but you shook your head, “no?”

“It’s not me,” you insisted, pointing at the tiny swell that was slowly becoming evident, “the bean doesn’t seem to like sweets very much. At least not right now.”

“More for me,” he grinned as he pumped his fist in victory, causing you to dramatically roll your eyes before laughing, “hopefully the bean will be nice soon and let you partake. Oh…”

“Oh?”

“We have so much to do,” reality suddenly hit as his eyes widened and you laughed, “we’ll have to set up the spare room as the nursery. Your doctor’s visits - I want to come of course, and then all the stuff we’ll need when the they come-”

“James,” you put a finger to his lips as you quietly shushed him, “relax, bub. Breathe - we have plenty of time. There’s no reason to panic...today we’ll be lazy and relax, tomorrow we can figure everything out. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he visibly calmed down as you grounded him - just like you always did, “we’ll figure it out. We can do this.”

“Yeah, we can,” you agreed softly as he took your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze before kissing it. Gods, you really loved him more than anything, “Happy Father’s Day, Bucky.”

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sergeantsporks · 2 years

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I would imagine Hunter to have never celebrate or even know his birthday, especially if he is a Grimwalker, he just counts his age by the year. So whenever he glimpsed at a party with many people while on nightly patrols, he feels oddly jealous. Flash-forward after the adoption/kidnapping, Luz found out and can't let that stand. Turns out though, surprise party and Hunter dont go quite well together.

“Heeeeeeyyyyy, Hunter?”

“Mhm?”

“You’ve been with us over a year now.”

“Mhm.”

Luz toed the ground. “And uhhhhhhh we never celebrated your birthday.”

“My… oh. Huh. Yeah, never did that before, don’t know when it is.”

“You don’t know—Hunter!”

“What?”

“Did you ever celebrate anything?”

He shrugged. “Sometimes on the anniversary of my coven initiation, I’d get a cupcake.” He twisted his hands in his lap. “Not really something I want to celebrate anymore, though.”

“You don’t know when you were born?”

“Noooooo. Luz, whatever it is you’re planning, stop it. No planning. Christmas was hard enough, I don’t need any more human holidays to worry about.”

“Hrmmmmmmmmghhhhhhh.” Luz gave him big eyes. “You’re so saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!”

“I’m quite fine, thank you very much!”

Luz rolled off of the couch. “I’m going to go talk to Eda.”

“Whatever you’re planning,” Hunter called after her, “stop it!”

Xxx

“Alright, lets have a moment of silence for Lilith, who bravely volunteered to take Hunter to the museum of unnatural history. The sacrifice of her sanity will not be forgotten.”

Luz nudged Eda. “Eda.”

“Haha, right. Okay. Gus, Willow, decorations, King, you arrange the presents, and Luz, you’re with me on the cake.”

Luz followed her mentor into the kitchen. “Thanks for agreeing to do this, Eda.”

“Ah, sure. But are you sure it’s a good idea? Hunter can be… well, I’m never quite sure what he will or won’t like. Have you considered maybe he just didn’t want to tell you his birthday because he didn’t want you to make a fuss?”

Luz poured batter into a pan, putting it in the oven. “He just doesn’t know when it is, which isn’t surprising, considering… Belos.”

“I guess.”

Luz set the timer. “Besides, he just doesn’t know what a birthday is like, we can show him how much fun it is, and… I don’t know, I just think it’ll be good for him.”

“Alright, if you say so.” Eda gave her a push. “I’ll get the rest of the cake, you make sure they’re not trying to kill each other in there.”

Luz dashed back out to the living room. King had dumped the presents in a pile in the center of the room, and Luz shook her head. The door rang, and Amity came in with her own present. She scooped up the pile from King and arranged them on the mantleplace. “Looking great, guys!”

Gus and Willow gave her a thumbs up, and Luz grabbed the raven phone. “Lilith, how’s it going?”

Lilith heaved a sigh, and Luz turned up the volume. She could hear Hunter chattering about demon biology evolution in the background. “I like ruins,” she hissed, “I like history about civilizations, but this—got to go, he’s waiting for me, hurry up!”

The phone clicked, and Luz winced. “Whoops. How we looking?”

“Tell this cake to cool faster!” Eda called from the kitchen.

Luz checked her phone. Lilith would leave before too long—she’d been cagey about the whole thing anyway. Luz suspected it had something to do with the “turns-into-feathery-monster-when-startled” situation. So no surprise parties for her or Eda.

Another half hour ticked by, and Eda came out of the kitchen with a frosted brick with Hunter’s name on it. Good enough—Luz doubted she could do any better. Next time: pick up from the baking coven.

“They’re coming!” Hooty called.

The lights all went out, and the six of them crouched behind the couch, King and Gus poking each other and giggling.

“Shhhhhh.”

The door opened, and all the lights flashed back on.

“Surprise!”

Hunter’s staff was almost immediately in his hands, and cake splattered across the couch. Two balloons popped, before Lilith put her hand on his shoulder. “You’re not under attack, it’s just a bunch of idiots. Phenomenal idea, Luz,” she said dryly.

Hunter’s shoulders were heaving, and he slowly, slowly lowered his staff. “Uh…” he said in a small voice, “I’m… just… gonna…”

He disappeared in a flash of gold, and Luz sat down with a whump, burying her face in her hands. “Well, I’m a horrible person.”

Amity knelt down next to her. “Hey, Luz, no, you didn’t know…”

“I could have guessed.”

“You really could have,” Lilith supplied, “And I tried to warn you it was a bad plan.”

Luz curled her knees to her chest. “Yeah, you did. I should have listened, Lilith, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not the one you need to apologize to.”

Xxx

Hunter sat on top of one of the ribs, hood up. Up here, the whole isles, and everyone in it, was just a tiny speck.

Fantastic job, Hunter.

He should have known something like this was coming—especially after Luz had been asking about his birthday. And maybe he’d expected something. But not this, specifically.

He heard a whooshing noise, and Luz landed next to him. “Hey,” she said softly.

He rested his chin on his knees. “Sorry for ruining your thing.”

She plopped down next to him with a sigh, sitting crisscross. “No, I’m sorry. I know that you’re… that you have a strong startle reflex. And… I shouldn’t have designed something that would stress you out.”

He shrugged. “You meant well.” And he knew she did. But still… “I just… guess I don’t get why it means so much to you.”

Luz’s fingers tapped against her legs. “Well, it’s just… Birthdays are like… celebrating that you’re here. Like, we’re so happy you’re alive, and that we get to know you, that we’re going to celebrate the day you were born, because you’re so important to us that… that that day is amazing and special because without it, you wouldn’t be here.”

“That sounds… nice. I guess.” The being special and important to someone bit, anyway.

“I went about it the wrong way, though. I was… so caught up in the idea that I didn’t really actually consider you.”

“I overreacted, it was stupid, I—”

“No. If I’d surprised Eda or Lilith like that, they would have turned into the owl beast, and no one would have blamed them. Maybe you’re not under a curse, but having a similar reaction isn’t your fault. It’s mine. And I’m sorry.” She pulled out a lunchbox, and took out a container with chunks of cake in it. “You blasted it pretty good, but there’s enough left for you, I think.”

Hunter took the container from her with a small smile. “Thanks. I, uh… I don’t really mind the cake. Or the decorations. I just…”

“Got scared,” Luz finished, “That’s okay. From now on, no more jumping and startling you. Promise. Just cake and decorations. And… presents?”

He looked up from the cake to see a small, brightly-wrapped package in her hands. “It’s not Christmas.”

“It’s a birthday thing, too.”

He squinted. “So, what, I’m getting presents for being alive?”

“Well, when you say it that way, it does sound weird. C’mon, just open it.”

Hunter tore off the paper. It was a small notepad and a pack of gel pens. The first few pages of the notepad were pre-drawn glyphs, with a note on what they did.

“To keep with you, just in case you need some magic and Rascal’s not around.”

Hunter smiled. “Thanks.” He nudged her shoulder. “You want to help me eat this cake?”

She reached in, picking up a piece with her fingers. “Why thank you!”

Hunter flipped the pages of his new notepad back and forth with a small smile. “Thanks, Luz. For… wanting to make me to feel special.”

“Even if it backfired spectacularly?”

Hunter chuckled. “Ah, it’s not so bad. This is good.” He looked again over the isles, and the darkening sky overhead. “Yeah. This is nice.”

Luz nudged him. “Happy first birthday, Hunter.”

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lovee-infected · 3 years

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Husband!Leona x Housewife!Reader: Birthday surprise

As you have your birthday today, Leona has a plan to prepare a party for his one and only beloved wife; however, uncle Ruggie and your babies almost burn the house down to ashes when you're out...

Happy birthday @jessamine-rose !♡ Now suffer-

Warning(s): None, just a review on Leona's chaotic father experiment trying to babysit his neko babies.

Note: This work is the continuation of a personal au I wrote for @jessamine-rose s/o and Leona have 3 adorable kittens (babies) in this au; The elder two are twins , a girl named Kaede and a son named Haruki while the baby gremlin is a sweet but chaotic cinnamon roll girl named Lucy (Lulu).

At last, it's here: The big day. Not only Leona seems have been expecting this day to arrive for months, or perhaps, he's been waiting ever since you had your previous birthday last year.

Not that you thought previous birthday celebrations with them lacked anything specific or was incomplete in a recognizable way; but it didn't change the fact that you didn't seem to have enjoyed them either.

Leona is the prince of the afterglow Savannah, after all. As her wife your birthday was nothing less than a national holdiday and he always tented to prepare royal celebrations ever since you married him.

But for some reason, that formal and majestic aura seemed to bother you in a way; perhaps because you preferred to be actually spending time with Leona and your family instead of having to stay in the same spot for hours with your back straightened as you greet thousands of strangers and the rest of the royal family.

Not that you ever spoke of how uncomfortabe and annoying all of those birthday ceremonies were, but you almost let out a relived sigh when Leona tells he isn't going to put out another of those extravagant celebrations.

The night before your birthday, Leona comes to you and mentions hoe it's been a while since the last time you had some time for your own, and he's right: From the day you gave birth to lulu you've been awfully busy with housework and caressing your babies; not that your life could be any sweeter than it is now but you had to admit- You somehow missed the old days when you had more time to spend on your own...

Leona recommends you take a day off, as a birthday treat! You're free to go shopping, take a short vacation to the beach or simply go to your favorite cafe and enjoy your favorite drinks and beverages in peace, meanwhile Leona would take care of the house and kittens so you can have today for your own and all~

Of course you accept his offer, you give him a small kiss on cheek and thank him, the two of you head to your bedroom and you are given the opportunity to sleep on Leona's warm chest for the rest of the night.

Thus you leave the house the next morning after, and now it's time for Leona's secret plan. He's already prepared anything, your favorite flowers, your favorite desserts and food, a very expensive perfume you had liked before, color-matching costumes for both him and the kittens, tiny cute accessories to decorate the house with and at last, tens of gifts from different things he sure knows that you'll love.

Ruggie is charge of cooking, so he gets to preparing muffins and cupcakes while Leona takes care of decorations: Designing the entire house with flower petals, baloons and colorful ribbons would've taken him hours if he were to do that by hand, but using his extraordinary magic skills, the whole house is perfectly decorated and prepared in a second *Chef's kiss.*

Just as Leona is about to let out a proud smirk and return to kitchen to see how Ruggie is doing with he cooking, he hears a sound. He turns his head to find no one but baby Lulu, chewing the decorations.

He runs to her and takes the ribbons out of her mouth, opening her mouth a second time and carefully look through it to see if she's eaten any of them or not. Oh God, he promised that he'd take care of everything when you're out, he just can't let you return home and find out that your baby has swallowed paper, what will you even think of him? Irresponsible partner? Unworthy father? No, he must make sure that baby lulu would be all same and sound until you return home.

He hugs Lulu and puts her on a corner with several baloons to play with, far from anything dangerous she could chew but then baby Lulu discovers a new hobby: popping balloons.

Her tiny fangs have just popped out and her gums often hurt, so she just wants to get her fangies on anything she could chew or bite and wow, this baby is not only totally unaffected by the loud sound of balloons popping right into her face but also finds it quite amusing. Baby begins to laugh loudly and chase after more balloons to chew as she has discovered a new hobby, and before Leona could've stopped her, she pops 5 more balloons with just one bite-

Leona picks her up immediately because if Lulu continued to chew balloons like this nothing of them would be left until you get home-

- But all of a sudden, he smells something rotten, followed by a trail of smoke coming from kitchen. He immediately puts Lulu down and runs back to the kitchen to see what in the great seven's name is happening there-

Leona jumps into the kitchen- just to find Kaede and Haruki screaming and crying as Ruggie's trying to take the black-rotten cupcakes out of the oven. Leona asks what the hell has happened and Ruggie explains he was too busy separating the twins because they couldn't stop arguing whether their mama would like caramel syrup as the topping or sprinkles, so Ruggie totally forgets about the overcooked muffins and cupcakes in the middle of their arguments.

Leona tells him to pull himself and start over- But Ruggie aruges that he won't be able to concentrate on both babysitting and cooking if that's how it's going to be. Leona growls and tell Ruggie to stop being such a wacky hyena and just get back to work without messing up again- And Ruggie explodes.

He starts shouting, Ruggie legit starts shouting in a rare, angry tune which terrified everyone even Leona. He roars that he won't be doing shit until Leona actually pays him for once, and the two start arguing. Just as the chaos is burning the kitchen down, Lulu decides uncle Ruggie's leg looks quite delicious to bite, and in a matter of second Ruggie is screaming as the baby lion's fangs literally pierced into his flesh.

The whole house is filled with smoke, Lulu has taken the entire decorations down and Leona's trying to seprate baby Lulu's fangs from Ruggie's leg. Twins are terrified, so the silently sneak out of the kitchen to call the right person to come for help...

It's past 10 pm when you're done with your day off. You've been giggling over how a day off was just what you needed after a long time, you had told Leona to call if anything went wrong, and thankfully, you didn't receive any calls from him while you were out. Leona really seems to have toughed it out as a father, huh?

You knock at the door, waiting for someone to open it. After a 3 minute delay you take a small look through the house and realize the lights are off. You just get in using your keys and suddenly, a loud "SURPRISE!" makes you jump back and the lights are back on, revealing Farena, Cheka, your kittens and very, very very tired-looking Leona and Ruggie standing in front of you. Leona gives you a weak smile as your confused gaze meets him, at last, they managed to clean the mess up before you got home.

Twins welcome you with a warm hug as they lock their tiny arms around your waist, digging their faces into soft fabrics of your clothes as if they hadn't met you in days, and of course, 12 hours of chaos without mama at home is enough to make them want to never be left alone in the house with uncle Ruggie and dad again-

Ruggie is trying his best not to be rude but he quickly approaches you, wishes you a very happy birthday and excuses himself saying he really needs to be home by this hour. You question the bandages wrapped around his leg, asking if he's alright? Ruggie just- Gulps nervously before turning his head back and stare at Leona who is holding Lulu... Ruggie nods quickly and leaves your house asap, poor boy... maybe you should call him sometime later and asking if he's doing fine?

Back to the party, Farena chuckles as he tells you how his younger brother has been DESPERATELY making plans for his beloved wife's birthday for nearly two months-! Farena explains that Leona even refused to accept Farena's help when he was firstly coming up with the plans, but Leona insisted that he wanted to manage everything on his own.

Aaaaaw Leona's face is a must-see now, his ears dropped down in mild embarrassment and frustration, feeling like a silly child in front of you. Damn- If it was on him he wouldn't have asked for Farena's help once in a thousand years even if if Ruggie and him had ended up burning the entire house; but he must admit, he's glad that twins asked for his help because- It would've been impossible to manange to do all the work on time without his help.

Aaah at least your birthday party didn't turn out to be a horrible mess, but at what cost? Great seven, he was supposed to be your one and only man tonight but right now he's nothing but a fuzzy cat wanting to pass put on his bed.

Yet he still manages to keep his eyes open, at least until you're done with the birthday party and Farena and Cheka are finally out; leaving him alone with you. Gosh, he looks so- you can't even find tje right adjective to describe this but all you can say for now is that you've never seen him this tired before.

You gently take Lulu, who has already fallen asleep in his arms and take her to her bed, asking Leona if babysitting her was difficult by any means. Leona tiredly shakes his head in a no, saying how much of a wonderful girl she was when you were away, and you can tell how much of an awful liar he is.

When the kids are asleep, you come to sit next to a lifeless Leona on couch, damn, just what happened to this household when you weren't around?

Leona's too tired to explain, he just sighs and apologizes for your birthday not being even *close to the best it could be, just to meet your laughter.

Oh lord, he is being quite desperate at the moment ha? Leona was always the dominative and demanding one, to have him serve ypu on your birthday... Oh dear, isn't that already the best birthday gift possible?

You excitedly start to tell him how this birthday was just the best you could've ever asked for: Freedom, A golden time to be spent for your own desires and not anyone else, and aside all of these, you return home just to face a secret party waiting for you!

But most importantly: He had gone through all of these... for you, to make you happy.

You tightly hug him, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing his face closer to yours. Aaaa he looks so cute like this, just like a tired pouty can wanting you to spoil him and to be honest, he's going to need you spoil him for a week at least for him to recovers from that 12 hours of chaos.

It's been a long day, for both you and him. So he just kisses your forehead and bridal carries you to your bedroom afterwards; wrapping his strong arms and thighs around you and jailing you in his embrace. You gasp at the warmth, truth be told having your face burried in Leona's firm chest like this was something you never got used to even after being married to him for years. Damn lion knew how to leave a flushed mess out of you, huh? You chuckle as you struggle to release yourself but hell, the jerk simply pretends that he's already fallen asleep.

Just as Leona's arms are jailing you into his embrace he wonders, today probably didn't turn out to be as good as he'd planmed but well... at least you're happy. That's what he wanted when he whet out of his way planning for today, after all. But he can tell the experiment made him come to appreciate you even more, thinking that you've been caressing all three of your babies for years all on your own while Leona wouldn't have even made it for half a day if Farena hadn't saved him...

#twisted wonderland #twst #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #ruggie bucchi #f/reader #headcanon #Meh I was too lazy to proofread www- Will edit this later

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