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krys-loves-otome · 3 years

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Fictober 2021, Day 7: That Could Have Gone Better

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution Rating: General Pairings: Harr Silver x Madeline Fleming (OC) Summary: Maddie celebrates Harr’s birthday with him Warnings: Fluff; original character, Harr’s shyness, I guess? Thanks to @tsundere-mitsuhide and @mitsuhidethesnek for beta-reading for me

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With a final dusting of sugar, Maddie decided that Harr's birthday cake was complete.

She never thought of herself as a great baker but her granddad had taught her a good coffee cake recipe that took advantage of whatever preserves were on hand. And since Harr loved apricots, they always had an abundance of apricot preserves during the winter months.

Breathing in to calm herself, she placed her hands around the solitary candle in the cake. Her voice was barely above a whisper, hopeful her soft volume could temper the power of the spell. She concentrated on the feeling of magic coursing through her, just like how Harr had taught her. Her hands warmed and, soon enough, there was a tiny flame dancing between her fingers. She moved her hands away and let her tiny flame settle on the candle, relieved the candle stayed lit.

Lifting the cake with both hands, Maddie backed out of the kitchen slowly.

"Harr, dear," she called out sweetly, hearing the familiar pen scratching stop and some paper shuffling on the table. Maddie turned around with a smile, seeing Harr's surprised face when he looked up at her. She was glad he was also more comfortable with taking his mask off when she was around, a sign of trust for Harr to show his blind eye and scar.

"Finished already?"

"Yes," Maddie said excitedly, "were you waiting long?"

"No," Harr said with a smile of his own, "I know you were working hard on the cake, so I waited until you were done. I'm proud of you."

"I even lit the candle on my own, see?"

He laid his hands on hers as she set the cake on the table carefully.

"You did wonderfully. Thank you."

"Be sure to make a wish on the candle before you blow it out!"

Harr laughed.

"I haven't made wishes on birthday candles since I was a kid. But, for you…"

He closed his eyes, as if he was seriously thinking about a potential birthday wish. For all Maddie knew, he probably was.

"Alright, got it."

He drew in a breath and blew out the candle, a thin trail of smoke floating in the air. Maddie clapped her hands and grinned.

"Happy birthday, Harr! I hope that your wish comes true."

To her surprise, he flushed again.

"It shouldn't take long."

With stiff motions, he took hold of her hands, looking at them as if to gather courage.

"If you would… would you sing me Happy Birthday?"

Now it was her turn to blush.

"Does… the Land of Reason have a Happy Birthday song?" he asked.

"No, we do, we do. It's just…" she paused, touching her throat, "are you sure? Singing makes me more potent. I don't wanna accidentally turn you into an old man or something."

"Then stop if you can feel your magic surging. We've already figured out that your magic doesn't affect living creatures against their will, so I’ll be fine."

He reached up and touched her cheek.

"And if something does happen, we can figure out how to fix it together. I'm always here to help you, remember?"

Maddie nodded slowly and stepped away from him. She then raised her arms and closed her eyes, preparing to sing the first note of the song.

"Wait!"

She froze, her eyes shooting open while her breath caught in her throat.

Harr was blushing again, trying his best to not look at her.

"I just… need a moment. To prepare myself... for how cute you’re going to be."

Maddie bit her lip, trying her best to hold in her laugh. Harr was being the cute one even if he didn't realize he was doing so. As much as she wanted to tell him, she knew he didn't like being called cute, so she kept the comment to herself.

He let out a slow breath and turned his eyes towards her again.

"Okay, go ahead."

Maddie smiled, closed her eyes, and began to sing.

"Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~, Happy birthday dearest Harr. Happy birthday to you~!"

When she opened her eyes again, Harr was looking away from her, his face fully red and his hand was over his mouth, clearly overwhelmed by her little performance. Maddie laughed nervously and approached him again, brushing back his hair.

"It was a little much, huh? I guess that could have gone better."

"No, it…" he paused, pulling her closer, "it was perfect. Thank you again. I couldn't have asked for a better birthday."

She kissed his forehead, letting him rest his head on her chest. "No problem, my love."

#fictober21 #fictober #fictober 2021 #krys's adventures in fanfiction #ikemen revolution #harr silver #madeline fleming (oc)#short and sweet #I know it's not his bday until december #now I have something to reblog for when his actual bday rolls around #lol

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shotorozu · 3 years

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Heyhey! It's 20th november here and uh, it's my birthday! Yeepee yoohoo or whatevs i suppose, um, is it okay if i request Bakugou, Todoroki, and Tamaki with an S/O who's crying on their bday? Like maybe life has been hard on them for the last few months and now everyone is pressuring them using "act more mature" or "you're old enough to stop acting like a kid" or sumn, and the fact that they're getting older just kinda makes them sad cuz now people are going to expect MORE from them. I hope that's aight, thanks✨💕

aaa happy birthday :) if you’re experiencing that then i’m sorry :(( you’re supposed to feel special on your birthday, so this is my birthday treat to you 🤍

you’re sad on your birthday

characters : bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, amajiki tamaki

legend : [Y/N = your name] i’ll use they/them pronouns. reader has a strong quirk

fic type : headcanons [comfort; angst-ish to fluff]

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bakugou katsuki

he likes to pretend he doesn’t really care that much about your birthday

again, he’s pretty tsundere— that’s how katsuki is

IN REALITY

katsuki cares about your birthday a lot

he’s been saving up for your gift for a few months, and he will NOT fuck this up

so, he’s kinda shocked when he sees your melancholic expression the entire day

you’re someone that’s usually pretty laid back, and you seem pretty carefree

you do what you want, even if it seems a little immature at some times

but— why do you look that way??

so he comes to confront you around dinner time while holding his gift behind his back, asking what the hell is wrong with you

but your eyes,, they’re teary eyed

“what’s wrong idiot?? isn’t it your birthday??”

he’s kinda confused, but his spirit is right

“i don’t know katsuki, it’s like it’s crashing down on me”

your room is dark, so he places the gift onto your desk quietly— before running his hands along the side of your arms

“talk to me, idiot. what’s on your mind?”

and that’s when you voice all your worries.

on how you’re getting older and older by the second. even though you guys are still young, the expectations people have on you are building up on you

“everyone says im being ‘immature’ for my age, and i’m starting to think it’s true.”

you heave, and you push your head against his chest (not wishing to see his face)

“Y/N, look at me.”

begrudgingly, you look at him— tears rolling down your face

and even in the dark, you can see that genuine expression on his face

“fuck everyone’s expectations. look, it might be pretty plain of me to say this, but does some random extra’s opinion matter? no- hell no. it’s irrelevant.”

and it’s actually quite true, you’re lost for words— are you surprised? no. bakugou has a habit of doing that, catching you by surprise.

“also, you’re not immature. you’re just really genuine, and take that compliment— idiot.”

you giggle. you’re no longer crying— and you wrap your arms around his torso “thank you, katsuki”

“no problem, idiot. i’ll beat up any idiot that’ll say that shit about you.”

you guys lay in silence for a while, and he pulls you off of him— and walks back to your gift

“happy birthday, idiot.”

todoroki shouto

he’s oddly ethusiastic about your birthday

“love, where do you wanna go on your birthday? i’ll get anything you want.”

though, he’s confused when you’re not sharing the same ethusiasm.

you’re pretty relaxed and upgoing, so this is a little off. something is weird.

he doesn’t like pushing things onto you, so hours before your birthday,

he comes to your room, and you’re simply staring at the clock— watching as time passes by you.

“what’s wrong, love? it’s fine to hate birthday celebrations”

he’s too blunt, but expect that from him

you sigh, trying to find the words that you want to say. he encourages you by running his left hand along your back

“it’s my birthday soon, and everyone is expecting so much of me.”

he blinks

he doesn’t understand, but— he’s waiting for you to elaborate.

“i mean, given my quirk— i’d see why but. in the end, they always forget that i can’t meet their expectations.”

you tear up

“and i’m getting older, and it’s building up on me. i know i have to suck it up some day but.. it’s painful. sometimes i can be a little immature but really- it’s just me trying to save what’s left of my youth i guess...”

you guys aren’t even that old ngl

his expression is pained, and he pulls you into a hug

“i’m sorry love, you shouldn’t be feeling that way. you don’t have to please everyone all the time, and if you make mistakes— it shouldn’t discredit you for your talent. embrace your personality, even if you find yourself immature— i’ll always love you regardless.”

you don’t say anything, but you’re smiling. that’s the important part

growing older is still scary, but with shouto— it makes the journey less intimidating.

also, he spoils tf out of you on your birthday

amajiki tamaki

oddly enough, he’s doing the midnight countdown with you

you’d guess he’d be asleep by now, since tamaki isn’t such a ‘night owl’ to be frank

but!! he’s so pumped for your birthday

so he’s anticipating the clock to hit midnight, and when it does..

he’s elated! he’s looking at you for that classical Y/N smile

but it’s not there..? your expression hasn’t been this empty.

he’s worried if he made you mad, and his anxiety almost sets off

“d-did i make you mad, Y/N?”

“what? no- it’s not that.”

“please tell me Y/N, i’m not sure if i can go pass this without you telling me..”

you sigh, the moonlight luminating your face— enough to showcase that melancholic expression

“it’s my birthday. i know i should be happy but, getting older is so scary- you know?”

he gets it, because he himself has his troubles

but you’re there to calm him down from his worries. that’s why he fell head over heels for you.

he’s so shocked— and he’s not the best at comforting, so when you cry

it makes it worse for him. it’s like he’s in that much pain as you are!

“b-bunny, i know how hard it must be.. i’m not the best at this comforting stuff, but i want you to know that i’ll always be here. you don’t have to match everyone’s expectations, that’s what you’ve taught me. and i want you to know that i-i’ll love you, really! and seeing you in this pain isn’t what i want. i don’t care if people say you’re ‘immature’ i love you for you, bunny!”

it’s honestly the most tamaki has said, and it catches you off guard too.

he seems equally as surprised as you are, however, his intent is solid.

“thank you, tamaki.” you pull him into a hug, tears rolling down your cheeks “i.. really needed to hear that.”

tamaki’s cheeks are painted a bright red, but he pushes deeper into the hug— his hands running up and down your back

you finally allow the emotions to spill. all the buildup falling apart, and does tamaki mind? no. not at all, he prefers you to be clear with your emotions the most.

he’ll be your #1 supporter, even if he has to speak paragraphs and paragraphs to you

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likes and reblogs are appreciated, thank you for reading! (happy birthday exclipsses🤍)

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei. i only own the writing

do not plagiarize my work :)

#bakugou imagines #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha imagines #todoroki shouto x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #todoroki imagines #todoroki x reader #amajiki tamaki x reader #amajiki imagines #amajiki x reader #bnha fluff #bnha angst #bnha fanfiction

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ceoofuwu · 3 years

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𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 ;; 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘦𝘪𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘹 𝘧.𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 𝟏.𝟏𝐤

𝐀/𝐍: so this was supposed to be published on Kiri’s bday but, apparently, the writer’s block and my idiotic procrastination wouldn’t simply allow it... anyway, I hope you enjoy my comeback huhuhuuu!<33

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: you hate to leave your boyfriend unattended and allow his mood to crumble, but especially today...

𝐓.𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: F L U F F F F F

"What's all that commotion about?" You asked as you entered the living room, where some of your classmates were.

You weren't sure what they were on about but, whatever it was, Kirishima didn't seem too content or uplifted about it. But you weren't letting anything ruin his mood.

Not at a day like this.

"Y/n...!"

"Is this your fault, blondie?" You demanded, eyes narrowing to a deadly glare towards a calmly seated Bakugo, as you took your own seat beside your boyfriend.

"How many times do I have to tell you to fucking stop calling me THAT, idiot?!" Bakugo protested, his anger naturally taking over his features.

"WHO DID YOU CALL AN IDIOT YOU--"

"Hey! Can you please calm down?! There's no reason to fight at a time like this!!" the redhead interrupted in his attempt to cool things down, yet also managing to gain your attention.

"Everything's fine. No one is to be blamed, we were just talking about... manly... stuff..." he explained, clearly not willing to get into too much detail.

You giggled and lightly pinched his cheek in response, "You and your manliness..."

"You shouldn't try to make me throw up, really." Bakugo commented upon rolling his eyes in irritation.

"Cell phones exist for a reason, Bakugo..." Denki mumbled without raising his gaze from the phone screen, giving the example of indifference for the other blonde.

Bakugo responded with a murderous look, while you shifted yours to Kirishima. You truly felt like you had to cheer him up somehow, so you dived in his welcoming embrace and buried your face in his chest, taking in all the wonderful, manly smell of his.

"What now?" your pitiful, innocent eyes met his crimson ones, struggling -- and probably succeeding -- to show him what you needed and consequently forcing a light shade of red to make an appearance to his cheeks.

One arm was suddenly wrapped around your fragile form, while another went to your soft hair and gently started to stroke it. His moves were filled with fondness and his built body was so welcoming, what with the warmth it emanated and all this incredibly magnetic aroma... your eyelids were beginning to feel too heavy for you, as you were listening to his steady heart beat and were concentrated to the way his chest rose and fell...

You thought you were in your bed, securely tucked under the sheets, especially when Kirishima placed a loving kiss on the crown of your head. You even forgot the others were there, as your boyfriend lulled you to sleep and your entire form was practically melting on his.

All that, until a certain someone decided to speak up.

"Did she really come all the way here just to sleep? Tsk, she's an idiot all right..."

"You're just jealous, like everyone." Kirishima retorted, not pausing any of his actions for a second.

"Everyone would want a girl like Y/n..." Sero admitted with a little blush on his cheeks, that unfortunately, you couldn't have seen.

You were thankful that you could feel the chuckle that emerged from Kirishima.

Several minutes of silence passed, which really impressed you, but since your purpose for coming was indeed not simply falling asleep and you were curious to see if the others were actually gone or simply maintained the peace and quiet, you made the decision to timidly open your eyes and speak.

"What's the time?"

"It's nearly midnight... the others went to sleep almost an hour ago..."

So I had actually been sleeping?!

"How long was I asleep?"

"Long enough..." Kirishima said with a yawn, his eyes clearly set to fall shut at any given moment. You genuinely felt bad that you had made him wait so long and lose his sleep for nothing basically.

"Kiri..." you almost whined, earning the redhead's attention, "I'm sorry..."

"You don't have to--"

"The original reason for my coming here was because..." You bit your lower lip, before offering him a sincere, love-filled look, "...I wanted to make sure that I'd be the first to wish you a happy birthday..." you confessed as your naive orbs locked with his surprised ones.

Strong arms were tightly folded around you, securing you enough as to ensure you could never escape. A familiar warmth was embracing you, flooding your senses with a feeling of acceptance and pure love. The most beautiful hug in the world, a hug the spoke of admiration, respect, love without conditions and limits.

"I love you."

DING!

You turned to look at the screen of your smart phone, as the notification sound resounded in the empty room.

00:00 PM.

"Happy Birthday, Kirishima baby".

If only you could feel how he felt upon hearing that simple yet meaningful phrase coming from your lips. How his heart almost jumped out of his chest as his veins pumped with adrenaline and his mind flooded with all the love he held for you. How he thought that you were no human but a god-sent angel, a blessing in disguise and at the same time, a goddess in front of his two red, adoration-filled orbs.

Of course you couldn't know, but you could certainly get an idea, a small fragment of what he experienced, when he grabbed you by your delicate face and kissed you with all the passion he was practically drowning in.

That moment felt so precious to you that you didn't even care about his sharp teeth acting a little uncomfortably to the passionate lip-lock. Because that moment was different; both your hands were needier than usual, searching feverishly for the warmness in each other, your lips and tongues dancing and exploring with insatiable hunger, your bodies aching for one another to the point it was hard to breathe.

And when you felt Kirishima's pointy teeth grazing the crook of your neck, and his hungry lips trailing endless paths of kisses, you couldn't contain the inappropriate sounds emerging from your vocals.

"Do... do you want to go to my dorm?" your boyfriend asked while still holding you in his arms, his expression still as naive as possible.

"Do you want to...?"

"Only if you are ready, Y/n." he replied firmly, honestly not caring at all if your response was coming out negative.

You were. Besides, you had already discussed this a lot of times, not only with Kirishima but also with your friends, and one thing you could agree on was that it's not something one can plan. If you felt ready, you should proceed and not double think anything.

With a curt nod, you swallowed and answered:

"I'm ready."

Without a second thought, the red-haired hero picked you up in his arms and carried you to his dorm. Needless to say, Kirishima had received the best birthday gift he would have ever wished for...

Hope you enjoyed! Leave a heart, comment, reblog! 💕

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blushing-starker · 4 years

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Hey! Just quickly sneaking in here to tell you you are adorable and wonderful! I know the struggle you are in right now so well!

What goes through your mind? What is your favourite movie? And what's the best (your favourite) starker prompt you ever received, read or asked?

I send you a big hug...

...okay forget that hug, I send you tons of hugs 🥰

🦉

An owl! A pretty owl! I love owls! Ah, I'm blushing, thanks love😘 praise and validation are better than any caffeine.

Oh favorite movie. Definitely Inkheart. I enjoy (adore, worship) Princess Bride but it's too short for what I need. Inception is great yet it's not exactly for any mood. Same with The mummy with Rachel Weisz. they're great movies and I love them! But inkheart is an any day movie, you know. I definitely recommend it. And the book too!

Um, @professional-benaddict 's little Peter are to die for. She fulfils her prompts beautifully. And my god, rafni sure knows how to wreck my heart with the darker fics. The one with mafia boss Stephen and Tony, well the ones with those two and sub or little Peter are heaven.

@starkeristheendgame does such glorious works of art that I always have to take a minute to breathe afterwards. She's one of my go to blogs, actually. The one with god!Tony had me up in the morning and I screamed at her for all of five minutes because of it.

@starkerflowers this angel has such a wonderful understanding of the dynamics between starker both in and out of canon. Every single fic nails it, that characterisation is to die for. And such variety too. But like. Flowers daddy!Tony has me wheezing, ok!

@sinditia listen. Listen. I am so enraged at the fact that her recent series, the rewrite of hc, iw, and endgame, the one I've been reblogging whose name I'm too sleep deprived to remember, I'm so sorry, doesn't have more notes because Jesus Christ, get her a meeting with sony. The plot, the characters and their relationships, the banter, the dialogue, the descriptions, the heartache, the WHUMP. just, do yourself a favor and read it. You'll cry but we can cry together.

@vaguekiwi just. I cant. I won't do any homework if I say how much I love gracie's work. Like, glass ceilings and bedframes (why can't I remember the complete titles, jesus)? and under a violet rain? Excuse me ma'am, you wanna let me breathe? Hold on to your seats, ladies and gentlemen, as we take a ride to whump town. After that, the tour through incredible attention to detail and well planned plot. Around lunch time, symbolism. So much symbolism it hurts to feast on such beauty. Ah, but don't forget, AMAZING GODDAMN DYNAMICS THAT HAVE ME SHRIEKING. Right. The end of the ride stops at. Oh look. It doesn't stop.

@cagestark she could write one paragraph and it would have me sobbing. I mean, the mafia au fics alone are a monument to her skills. I've re-read them five times over. The tone, the atmosphere, the sheer complexity in the story, the hurt and the development of feelings that don't just come out of nowhere, the process of falling in love. It makes me fall in love.

@tonystarkisaslut they ripped out my heart and made me eat it with the divorce fic. Of course, there are like fifty other gorgeous works but. That fic. I needed kleenex. I accent even read it completely because I'm afraid I'll finish all the tissues in the house. The characterization, they were so them and so true to what they thought, and the flashbacks never seen out of place and morgan, and the nicknames, and Peter's hurt and Tony s reaction and the realization that he wouldn't be spending so much time with her. I cant.

@twokinkybeans jar of dirt. The kinktober card fills and the exposition of these characters to new situations they never even dreamed about. But. jar of dirt. Jar of Dirt. JAR OF DIRT. Puppy Peter alone? Had me screaming? The openness of these two characters? Their love for each other? How they always made sure they were safe? Their trust? The fact that they felt safe enough to say this isn't really comfy in any and all moments? How theres aftercare? And pure love that isn't entirely based on sexual aspects? 100000000000/10

I could keep going but I've spent nearly two hours here so saving for next time. The favorite one I received was the Pepper x Peter one, actually. It lead me to Priceless Peter Parker and that in turn gave me the confidence for Pretty little muse, won't you be my lover? I would have never started posting starker on ao3 if it weren't for that prompt. I'm incredibly grateful for it.

I dont think this is what you had in mind, but thank you so much for the ask and the hugs, dear one. I needed them this week😘💓

I almost forgot!

@petersmocha jae has created so many beautiful fics that it's impossible to pinpoint my favorite. All of her works are absolutely mesmerizing and in point with the prompts. (But her little Peter is precious af, I squeal whenever she posts something sweet with him and his kind daddy!tony) (and the text messages! so much talent! so many plot points I didn't expect! When her sub!Peter shyly admits he's into iron daddy! How Tony never makes him feel bad about it! How he's like, babe, I feel the same way! How he disciplines peter! How Peter follows!)

@vanillapeter van does such great moodboards! I love them with all my heart! The penguin one is my fave! Her choice for the pics! The lighting! The quality! The lovely drabbles! How she makes sure the story is clear! How pure and innocent her Peter is! The softness of it! The joy I get when she pops into my dash! Her early bday gift I have as my background! Her understanding of colors!

@starkermoodboards THE PLOT I GET FROM JUST A GLANCE! she's been on a roll and I can't choose my fave! The colors! The back story! How it all fits like a puzzle piece! The delicacy of peter! And then bam! The strength from peter! The banter between starker! I adore!

@heyimstarker JESYS EVERYTHING! From all the fandoms! The angst! The feels! The ache! The burn! The slow slow romance that lights me on fire! THE PROSE AND POETRY! The elegance! The way it can enrapture me! The understanding of the characters!

#Sophie loves her starker fam #👑#🐇#i dont have an owl on the keyboard!#Owl darling

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paintmearainbow · 4 years

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What Is Love ?

Love.

Love means different things to different people. Some people say love is making your partner happy and seeing them happy makes you happy . But love, is actually a figment of our imaginations. In a way, love is selfish and makes us lose our independence. You make the other person happy to keep yourself happy, and you become dependent and vulnerable. It's a somewhat like a shared dream. And until one person decides to wakeup, and that dream, albeit fun while it lasted, becomes a living nightmare

1 YEAR AGO

For Harry and y/n; sneaking out of premiers and award shows,buying tacos and eating them at 3 AM was love. For them, love was dancing in the kitchen to Elvis and baking with each other. Love was watching horror movies in makeshift tents, snacking on caramel popcorns and cans of soda; all while making fun of Harry's "those dumb bitches" in the movie. Love was falling asleep in each others arms and reading each other books. It was dressing up as Disney characters and acting out scenes from their favourite animations. It was etheral, perfect. Almost too perfect too be true

People always said "Love will fizzle out. One of you will get bored." Harry and y/n didn't listen. They burned so fast, so bright and didn't realise that their spark too, like all blazed and sparks from lighted matches, had extinguished. One second it was burning so brightly, and the next, it was gone

..............................................................................................

"When was the last time you spoke to him ?" asked y/n's sister.

" A week ago" a distraught y/n replied. "He barely has time to even talk to me on the phone, let alone show me the sights and explore the places with him via facetime"

For a brief moment, she allowed herself to close her eyes and all the memories flashed through her eyes, like a movie roll, playing over and over agai

FLASHBACK

"Y/N !" exclaimed Harry, the golden flecks in his eyes dancing with joy. Oh how she longed to see him, feel him and be with him in real life , rather than on a screen. Yet she was eternally grateful for Harry for never making her feel left out from the tour experience, he always made sure to show her around, even if it was only on a screen, while giving tour guide commentary in a horribly fake American accent.

"You're in for a treat ! We're going to see the Louvre today. Come on an enjoy the sited with Harry's Tour Experiences"

Y/n couldn't stop laughing.

Being an art fanatic, she giving Harry detailed descriptions of the art, while all he did was turn it inti a joke. His put on accent stood out when he kept saying " Oh shucks ! Here's another painting of a few women and men fighting and eating." He termed an entire style of art; renaissance art as "men and women barely dressed fighting and eating". He made a few sly comments on how y/n would look lovely in that dress. It was so wonderful and each of these virtual trips was marked with his signature end. Going to a park, and eating the same food.

His laughter was contagious and y/n loved it. She wondered how she got so lucky, so blessed to have hazza in her life.

She never thought that this love, would eventually fizzle.

end of flashback

Now she was lucky if he spoke to her for 5 minutes. Even those 5 minutes were filled with her talking and him showing least interest in what she had to say. She doubted whether he even listened.

Today, however was a low blow. It was y/n' bday. had it been any other year. Harry would've made this day perfect. They had been together since they were 18. The first year, he bought her 18 gifts on her birthday. The subsequent year, he got her 19 and so on. He would make her breakfast in bed and wake her up with showers of kisses and a "Good Morning, Happy Birthday Darling."

Today however, at 7 PM , she was yet to have him acknowledge that it was her birthday. She was yet to have any sign of news from him at all. She illusioned herself, thinking that maybe he had interviews to attend.

Her sister, however, tired with y/n's moping, said" You're coming over with your friends to Club 22 this night or else I wont speak to you. I don't want you to spend your birthday moping around"

With great difficulty, y/n was persuaded by her friends to go clubbing. The loud music, the drinks and the dim lights were never y/n's scene. Yet, for the sake of her friends, she fixed up a smile on her face and tried to enjoy, trying her best to forget than Harry's call still hadn't come.

.......

It was 10 PM and the party was in full swing. y/n's friends were drunk, so drunk. Everyone around her was laughing, drinking and joking. Meanwhile, a new disturbing thought had settled in y/n's head. What if he got into and accident ? What if he's really sick ? She was ridden with anxiety and couldn't get Harry off her mind, until that one fateful message from Nezza, her best friend, Harry's PA, through whom they had met, sent her that message. When y/n's phone lit up and she scarmbled to see the text, hoping it was Harry, she did not know it would change her life permanently.

The text was simple. "I'm so so sorry honey; you deserve to know" It was attached with a single file of pictures.

She subconciously knew what had happened. She had seen all the signs, yet chose to ignore them, not wanting to get up from her dream. The reduced duration of phone calls ultimately leading up to a call a month, the regular excuses, coming home late, half hearted kisses, they all added up. For a split second, y/n wanted to think that it was something else; maybe harry was too drunk or had passed out in a bar.

The message to forever to download. It was so slow and painfully excruciating. It was like the calm before the storm. The slow before the fast. The light drizzle before the thunderstorm. When the picture finally loaded; her heart shattered ever so fast. The pain she felt was numbing, yet somewhere in her mind, she was gald that Harry was safe.

There was Harry, his arm around the small waist of the redhead, his fingers entwined in hers. The same fingers which ran through y/n's hair multiple times, were now woven in another's hand. She thought her heart couldnt break more.

Fate was not kind to y/n.

She swiped to see the next picture, and she wasn't sure how, or whether it was even possible, but her heart further broke. Harry was kissing her in the booth, their booth, in Alessandro's the place he had her first date with y/n.

Fate had evil plans for y/n.

Tears streaming down her face, the makeup for the night ruined, y/n looked around for her sister and friends but they were nowhere to be seen. The only thing glowing right now was her glitzy dress, the one she had been forced into. Unable to take it anymore, she ordered an uber and left.

Fate wasn't kind to y/n at all

The minute she left the club, she was blinded with lights, the flashes from the camera, and the shouts from the reporters

" How do you feel about Harry cheating on you on tour ?"

"Did you expect this ? How do you react to Harry kissing a supermodel, younger than you!"

Y/n wanted to scream, but keeping her emotions in she pushed through the sea of people, got into her uber, gave her address and broke down.

She cried and cried. The uber driver tried to ask her what was wrong but she couldn't stop crying. she wanted the pain to go away. she wanted to cry. But most of all, she wanted Harry to tell her that it wasn't true and hold her in his arms and tell her it's alright.

But it wasn't. it wasn't alright. Far from it.

The next morning after an extremly broken sleep, y/n awoke. All the event's from last night wre remembered and her eyes started to water again. She switched on her phone to see the hashtag #y/ndeservesbetter and #harryandy/nareover trending. She also so 100 missed calls, voicemails and texts from Harry but chose to ignore them.

Y/n was raised to be strong. She spent most of childhood see her mom struggle to make meets end. She had seen the worst. She was strong. She went over to the mirror and saw her reflection and realised that she looked a mess. She took 3 deep breaths, washed her face, and masked her emotions, just as she did way back in high school, before she met Harry, before he changed her.

She went down and suddenly the apartment door opened. There stood the man who she loved, the man who had broken her heart, the one who still held her heart, no matter how broken it was.

He pleaded with her to forgive him. He begged, cried, said it was a one time mistake, and he regretted it, that he loved her; but y/n turned a deaf ear to his pleas. Their love had fizzled out, and she was blinded by affection not to realise it earlier. And as the saying goes " Once a cheater, always a cheater." Y/n wasn't taking any more risks. She put on a strong facade, made up her mind and left, leaving a crying Harry on the porch.

She wasn't over him, far from it. She was so broken, yet showed no signs. She had calm expresssion, yet her thoughts were chaotic. But she knew what was best and she knew this was the right thing to do. She had to take the lessons from this experience and move on, just like her mother had taught her. Dreams end, no matter how amazing it is, no matter how much you want to hold on and live it, and this, her perfect dream, had also come to an end.

So, what is love ?

A dream ? A nightmare ? Soemthing too good to be true?

Maybe all it is, is an illusion. A fairytale. Or maybe it is the truth, because truth teaches us lessons and so does love. i guess it's one of those things which just has no answers.

author's note

AND THATS A WRAP. I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING. it's something which definitely shouldnt be forgive . this the first ever imagine I've posted on my new tumblr. Please send feedback. Hope you enjoyed it. Reblog. What are your thoughts? i would love to hear them. Send requests for more imagines.

i should be studying but eh.

keep dreaming

ashu.

(here's a random B99 gif for no reason)

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smartcookie727 · 6 years

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What’s up, peeps? Testing the waters with some new fandom material as a bday gift for my wonderful friend, Vicci @supernovaecastaway. She singlehandedly got me to watch Voltron, and I fell absolutely in love with the story and all of the characters. Stretching the fingers here with some one-sided jeith. This is based off her fic, which drove the final nail in the coffin and tossed me head first into a new fandom. Imma say it up front and loud: this is NSFW as hell. We’re talking cracking into the Top 5 smuttiest fics I’ve written...and if you know me, you know that carries some weight. So, have some sheith-y/jeith-y OT3 smutty goodness. I had such a blast writing this. There will absolutely be more Voltron fics on the horizon. I hope yall enjoy. As always, leave me a comment, reblog, tag, whatever you want to interact so I know what yall like. Be sure to check out my writing blog @luminescent-words for all fics, WIPs, and everything literary!

Pairing: Jeiro, one-sided jeith, sheith

Prompt: birthday voltron fic! one-sided jeith angst/smut for the vicci

Length: 2.4k

The rule is simple: James can look, but he can’t touch. It’s his fourth time back in Keith and Shiro’s room, playing a dangerous game of of heated glances. But tonight, the stakes have been raised. One touch. The chance is an awful challenge. If he does this right, he’ll get something he’s always longed to have, if not, he doesn’t know if he’ll get an opportunity like this again.

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God, what a beautiful moan. The sound of Keith’s voice hitching when he was close to bliss, spread thin between gasps, was a privilege to hear. And James knew it.

He also knew the sound was not his to claim. But that knowledge didn't stop it from drowning out every other thought on nights he fought to fall asleep in a cold bed. It was so strangely familiar to him now. James had every muscle memorized, every soft strand of hair that cascaded onto dark sheets, even the way Keith’s eyelids seemed to flutter before he would call out Shiro’s name and fall over the edge of his ecstasy. Sometimes, James couldn’t believe he was so lucky, so cursed, to know the things he did. It was easier when it had been just a fantasy, a pretty dream in his head. Knowing how good the truth could be battered his heart, because he knew it all belonged to another man.

It was James’ fourth time back to their room after his initial invitation, but tonight, he felt as nervous as he’d been when he’d stepped through that large gray door for the very first time.

One touch, Griffin. Make it count. Good work out there.

Shiro’s words echoed in his mind, and his thoughts raced back to the wink Keith had tossed him as the red tinged shirt of his uniform fell to the floor. Chills raced down his spine. He would wait for the right moment. All he wanted was a kiss. To feel lips and breath as Keith keened with pleasure into him. Anything more would be too much. James didn’t think he’d be able to tear himself from their room again if he allowed himself more than a press of lips. Order had to be maintained.

“Shiro,” came a shaky voice. Then Keith’s beautiful moan pierced the room.

No. It was too soon. He was missing his chance. James stayed his hand against his skin and tried to rise. How the hell had he been so distracted?

Another moan came in response. James’ eyes flicked up from Keith’s face just in time to watch Shiro crouch over that gorgeously toned back in his own release. He froze—heart falling straight to his stomach—and settled back into the plush seat.

Too slow, Cadet. His chance was gone.

James’ heart beat painfully in his chest. He fought to slow his breathing, but his body was tense with unfulfilled need. Everything began to go soft. James groaned. All he could do now was clean up. Looking around for a tissue, he caught a glance of the two of them pressed together in a lazy kiss. Something dark deep inside him told James he must actually like pain. It would always end the same, but that wouldn't stop him from enjoying the ride to inevitable heartbreak. He sighed, resting his head between his hands, crestfallen.

Footsteps padded around the room. James didn’t bother to pay attention, instead he let out an exasperated huff and began to adjust his disheveled clothes. Always one step behind Keith.

A strong tug on his bangs forced him to look up at the ceiling. Eyes like a thunderstorm met his own burning gaze.

“Ow,” James yelped, staring daggers into the man. Usually, he wasn’t so irritable at the end of a night like this, but he didn’t even have the energy to fake pleasantries now.

“Waited too long, sir,” Shiro chided, leaning down close enough for James to see the beads of sweat that dripped down his temple. “So, what do we do now that you've missed your chance to touch?” He drew the word out slowly, an agonizing reminder of everything he’d almost had.

“We talked about it.” There was no mistaking the low gravel and stardust timbre of Keith’s voice. James instinctively twitched and tried to face him, but Shiro’s floating hand held him firmly in place.

“Shame you waited too long to finish, but we don’t want to leave you hanging.” A crooked smirk spread across Shiro’s face. James struggled briefly under his iron grip, earning himself another sharp tug and a craned neck. He quieted reluctantly. There was no will as powerful as that of the man above him—and James knew it. “Remind me what the normal rule is,” Shiro continued, the usual steel in his voice tinged with mirth.

“You can look, but you can’t touch,” James said through ground teeth.

Shiro’s free hand grasped James’ wrists and pinned them behind his chair. “So, as a consolation, this time you get to be touched, but you can’t look.”

His heart skipped a beat. He felt hands work his underwear back down to his ankles. Keith. James’ mind raced as nimble fingers drummed against the inside of his thigh. This couldn’t be real. It would break the only rule they’d set. The one thing he’d promised himself he wouldn’t do.

“Do you accept?” Keith asked gently. The question laid him bare. If James wanted to leave, this was his out.

“Yes.” The words left his lips before his brain could catch up. Even if it only ended in pain, it would be a wonderful way to burn.

Keith ran his hand from where it tapped playfully on James’ leg up to his chest, popping pesky buttons until his shirt hung loosely around his body. His hips bucked reflexively, and he strained to break free of Shiro’s hold. A soft chuckle filled the air, then the grip on his wrists tightened uncomfortably. Warm breath tickled his ear.

“I thought you liked rules,” Keith purred, flicking one of his nipples. His touch drew out a moan so dirty James couldn’t believe it came from his own voice. But he dared not move his head in response. He understood enough to know that Shiro would only crane his neck further back if he did—or worse, he’d stop the game entirely. James’ chest heaved as bare skin brushed his own.

“Any suggestions, Shiro?” Keith’s voice was dripping with anticipation.

“Have fun, baby. He’s been good.”

A chill ran up James’ spine. What had he just agreed to?

Keith dragged a finger down to his belly button. James shuddered, biting back a whine, and squeezed his eyes shut. Better to remove the temptation to look than to stare into those unyielding eyes, watching his every move as Keith tore him to pieces.

Nails grazing against his stomach pulled James’ attention back to Keith. He pressed a kiss into his chest. It sent shivers racing across his skin. One hand ghosted over his cock while the other held his hip in place, teasing circles with his thumb.

“Do you want me, James?” Keith breathed. His body rolled in response, little moans escaping his lips. He was a whimpering puddle of need beneath Keith, begging to be touched.

“Yes.”

“Good,” he crooned, running his tongue from James’ jaw down to his collarbone. “Looks like you were having a bit of a problem before. Shall I fix it?” He palmed at James’ arousal, already growing hard under his touch. A high pitched whine answered for him, and that was all he needed to hear.

Keith traced his thumb up the vein in his cock, circling his head slowly. James slammed back into the chair. It was too much and not enough all at once, and it felt so good. His hips bucked up, yearning for more friction, but Keith held him firmly in place. A loud, hungry groan escaped his grasp when he finally took him in his hand and began to pump. James bit down on his cheek until it nearly bled to keep from screaming. Keith knew exactly what to do to with every inch of him. His lips made their way to James’ chest, nipping at the sensitive skin and rolling his hardened tip between his teeth. Moans poured out of him in waves as James took it all in, racing towards his climax.

There was a low chuckle, then the pace against his cock grew faster, harder. James felt his own wetness begin to spill onto Keith’s hand and coat his length. His neck lolled to the side, any inhibitions he’d had earlier gone. Shiro’s prosthetic was the only thing keeping his head up, but he didn’t care what the man thought of him right now. All James could think about was the way Keith was pressing his body against him, sliding his arousal up and down his leg. His toes curled so hard he thought they might cramp when Keith suddenly pulled away.

“No,” he groaned, “go back. Please, go back.”

“Patience, James, we’re just getting started,” Keith crooned before tugging on his earlobe with his teeth.

“I want—” he sputtered, keening with every red hot touch.

“Good, James,” came a low rumble, “Tell Keith how good he is with his hands, how good it makes you feel.”

The words tumbled freely from his lips. “Oh, Keith, the way you—” His voice faltered as he shifted from pumping to drawing circles around the tip of his cock. “That you touch me—is the most—that I’ve ever—” James was trembling, so close to the edge. “You know just how—I’m so—” He gave up trying to speak. There wasn’t enough blood left in his head to form a word with more than one syllable.

Warm skin pressed into his lap; James nearly choked on his own breath. Keith had him pinned beneath strong hips. It was the exactly what he’d longed for in every heated daydream hidden beneath a cold shower. Except this was real and it was Keith. His hands skittered across James’ body, tweaking any sensitive spot he could find. He rocked their lengths together so hard that James could see stars.

There was a sharp pinch at his nipples and James bucked up so violently that Shiro had to pull his wrists back to keep him seated. Keith let his full weight press down onto him, pumping his cock with long, agonizing strokes. Sloppy kisses littered James’ chest, and a burning desire in his gut threatened to consume him. He felt teeth pull his lower lip down, shredding his last ounce of self control.

The lips pulled away as James began to ride out his release, spilling furiously into Keith’s lap. His moans filled the space between them all as he slowly came down from his high.

Keith stood. Cold danced across James’ skin at the sudden loss of contact and he whined, begging for more. He felt rough hands, Keith’s hands, plant themselves firmly on his shoulders. Opening his eyes just a crack, he caught a glimpse of onyx hair above him and lips pressed together in a fervid kiss.

“I might've gotten things a little dirty,” Keith sighed breathlessly, running his tongue along the bottom edge of his teeth.

Shiro’s words were like cool steel, and he dug his fingers further into James’ hair. “Then clean it up.”

“Yes, sir.”

Strong hands spread James’ knees as Keith kissed a line from his neck down to his navel.

“Yes, sir,” James breathed.

Keith chuckled deep in his chest. “Impatient aren’t you, Griffin. Didn’t the Garrison teach you anything about control?”

He didn’t have a chance to respond before Keith’s lips encapsulated him in warm, wet splendor.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his head bobbing with every twist of Keith’s tongue. “Fuck.”

He was getting so very hard again. Keith painstakingly lapped up every trace of his release. Electricity coursed through his veins.

“Fuck.”

So this is what it felt like to play with fire and burn to ash.

“Fuck,” he wailed over and over, the word searing through his body like a wildfire.

“You look so beautiful with your mouth full of cock, baby,” Shiro crooned.

It was a helpless mixture of pleasure and pain to feel but not see. James knew just how beautiful Keith could look with his lips around a cock, and his body longed to know what he’d look like with his mouth filled with his. Keith gave James a hard squeeze in response, nearly sending him flying over the edge.

“Fuck,” he screamed between gasps.

Keith released him with a long swipe of his tongue and stood.

“Sounds like he’s ordering us to fuck, doesn’t it, Shiro?” he purred.

“I think so.”

Dazed from Keith’s touch, all James could do was mumble ‘fuck’ again and again as he slowly blinked his eyes into focus. Keith and Shiro were locked together above him in a tangle of lips and teeth. Shiro bared down on him, pressing Keith’s chest into James’ face. James didn’t care. He wanted to soak up every second of this bliss. Jumping at the opportunity, he nipped at any part of Keith’s skin he could for as long as he could.

They broke their embrace with a sigh and fumbled towards the bed. James tried to turn his head but the floating arm still held him in place. Only when he heard the telltale rustle of skin against sheets did Shiro let him go. He groaned at the soreness in his neck, lifting it slowly before settling his chin in his palm.

Had that really just happened? James looked up. Keith was leaning over Shiro, pressing his back into the bed with a powerful kiss. He watched the large prosthetic hand squeeze his ass. A neon sign that said ‘mine’ would’ve been more subtle.

“Have your fun, too?” Keith asked, dark eyes meet his own in a tantalizing stare, daring him to stay.

James nodded between heavy breaths. What was he even still doing here? He was a pawn in a dangerous game, and all he could win was heartbreak. Still, something deep inside him kept his feet rooted in place.

“You can go if that was a bit too much for you,” Keith mused, a hungry smile on his lips, “but I’m ready to really fuck, sir.”

James was sure of it now. He didn’t care how much the rational part of his brain screamed at him to leave; he’d do anything for another moment to bask in the burning star that was Keith.

“Bite him.”

Bite me.

“With pleasure.”

#Voltron #jeiro #jeith #sheith #one sided jeith #keith kogane #james griffin #takashi shirogane #cookie writes #voltron fics #cookie queen of smut #HAPPPY BIRTHDAY VICCI #idk how this fic happened but it did #dives into voltron fandom with smut in true cookie fashion lmao #it was so fun to write tho #literally the banter had me giddy the whole way through drafting #but yall how do u do the pronouns and make sure everyone know whats happenning #that was certainly a bit of a challenge #the pining OH THE PINING #james is gonna suffer but hes gonna be happy about it #cause that one sided jeith angst is where its at #tho i rlly wanna write some more traditional romantic shieth #cause established couple stuff is my shit but this pining stuff is goooooood #seriously nervous about this one #new fandoms and new couples always make me nervous #lmao what a trip trying to keep track of 3 ppl tho #also expect a lot of shieth coming at ya on the blog from now on #what yall thinkkkk

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itsalliepg · 6 years

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Happy Birthday! – Zig X Scarlett (MC) – Part 4

SUMMARY: On Sunday, the gang cooks a special lunch together for Scarlett’s (MC) birthday.

PAIRING: Zig X Scarlett (MC)

RATING: Everyone

WORDS: 1.892

NOTE: Hey! Here’s the part 4 of Happy Birthday! Series. It’s the last one, I worked a lot but wasn’t the result I expected. I didn’t like so much, but let’s go with it. English isn’t my native language. I write to practice and learn, so please sorry any mistakes. I hope you like it, and if you do, I’d appreciate if you like/comment/reblog!

Click here to read Part 1 Part 2 and Part 3.

On Sunday morning, Scarlett and Zig woke up with her phone buzzing, and she saw that it was her mother. She answered the call with a smile.

_Oh, thanks, mom! Yeah, I’m pretty sure my day will be wonderful. Actually, I’m having a wonderful weekend! – she saw Zig grinning and he whispered.

_Is your mom? – Scarlett nodded – tell her I said hi.

_Oh, Zig’s here, he said hi. Yeah, he’s absolutely part of this wonderful weekend – she turned to him and winked – she said hi too, babe – they shared a smile and he got up to dress while she talked to her parents. After a few minutes, she ended the call – I can be away, but they always call me – she was still beaming and stood up to get dressed.

_I understand them, you’re the only kid, they care about you a lot – Zig approached Scarlett and wrapped her arms around her, his chest on her back – so, when I’m going to meet them in person?

_Soon, I hope. We can set up a date with them. I have told them so much about you that they’re eager to know you!

_I’m also eager to know them. I want them to know their beloved daughter is in good hands – she turned around to a kiss – happy birthday again, my princess.

_Thanks, my angel – they kissed quickly and finished dressing. They left the room and found two plates of waffles, strawberry jam and coffee on the table. She also found a letter written by Kaitlyn: “Happy BDay, Scar! We went to the grocery to buy some things for our lunch, we’ll be back soon! We made breakfast for you and Zig, enjoy!” – oh, that was really sweet!

_How did they know I’d be here too? – Zig faked surprise while they sat at the table.

_Probably they saw your car outside – Scarlett laughed – so, what kind of food did they think for our lunch? – she looked at him and he shrugged, still looking to his plate – Zig… - he looked up and she arched an eyebrow.

_I swear for God I don’t know, Scarlett! We didn’t talk about it! – he put a hand on his chest, innocently – and even if I knew, of course I wouldn’t tell you.

_Ugh, I hate this mystery! I guess that’s why this was my first surprise party.

_I knew you were curious, but not that much, Scarlett! – Zig laughed – I’ll remember that when I want for a payback for every time you tickle me. I found your weakness – he laughed again and she rolled her eyes.

_Okay, fair enough – she sighed but beamed – but I hope they remember the dishes I like, and bring some chocolate.

_As they don’t know you enough – they shared a sweet smile, and finished their breakfast. While they were washing the dishes, Scarlett’s housemates, James, Abbie and Tyler arrived carrying grocery bags. Zack smiled and threw his bag to Chris before running to Scarlett and hugging her. Chris stumbled back and almost dropped the two bags.

_Happy birthday, Scar! – he hugged her tight and started to jump – today’s gonna be an incredible day!

_Thanks, Zack!

_You only take advantage of me because I’m the quarterback – Chris left the bags over the table and ruffled Zack’s hair.

_Of course, or did you think I’d miss an opportunity to abuse your strength?? – they laughed and Chris also hugged Scarlett, followed by the rest of the gang – we didn’t forget you, Zig, what’s up?

_It’s good to see you all. Scar was dying of curiosity about the lunch – he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the top of her head – I didn’t know what else to do to distract her!

_Okay, I admit, he’s right – Scarlett held up her arms – but now you can tell me, please? – she pouted.

_Sure, you impatient – Kaitlyn giggled – we’ll have fried chicken, mushroom and cheese pie, and roasted roots. And of course, a chocolate and strawberry pie for our favorite chocolover!

_Oh, amazing! I loved everything! And what each one will make?

_Well, the mushroom pie’s a traditional Ashton recipe, so is on me – James raised his hand.

_Same about the roots – Chris added.

_I’ll make the chocolate pie, and Becca will help me.

_Zack? Are you sure you want me as your assistant? – Becca’s eyes widened.

_Why not? I saw what you did with the spinach that day, I’m pretty sure you can cut the strawberries perfectly – they shared a smile.

_So, I guess me, Abbie and Tyler are responsible for the chicken, right? – Kaitlyn looked at Abbie and Tyler, they glanced at each other.

_Uh, fine, sounds great – Abbie stammered.

_Yeah, I guess so – Tyler scratched the back of his neck. Without them noticing, Kaitlyn winked to Scarlett, and she smiled.

_Okay, distributed tasks, let's work! – Kaitlyn clapped her hands and they started to work on the lunch.

_And what about me and Zig? Oh, we can wash the dishes, babe? – she turned to Zig, and he nodded.

_It's okay, we were already doing it – he chuckled.

_It’s your birthday, you and your bae shouldn’t work, but we’ll not complain if you help us to clean up the kitchen later – everybody laughed with Zack’s comment – but tell us how was yesterday!

_It was awesome! One of the best days of my life, so much fun!

_I have to thank you, Kaitlyn, for the tip.

_You’re welcome, Zig! I’m glad you liked that place! We should go too, all of us!

_I bet it’s better than that club we went to yesterday…

_Oh, Becca! I was about to ask where you guys went!

_Well, we just took Zack’s car and drove for a while until find this club nobody knew – Chris giggled – but it wasn’t so bad, Becca!

_Yeah, if you like that kind of electronic music and feel like a canned sardine, it’s a great place – she turned to Scarlett and winked – all to give you both some privacy – Scarlett turned to Zig and opened her mouth to say something, but he interrupted.

_No, I didn’t ask them to do it.

_Oh, great, that’s what I wanted to know.

_Oh, please! As if we don’t know you’d love a private celebration! – the group burst into laughter.

_Zack’s right, Scar – James explained – when we were planning your surprise party, Zig told us he wanted to do something special with you on Saturday, and immediately your adorable housemates proposed to go out at night to let you two alone here.

_See? It was their idea, not mine – he kissed her cheek – but thank you all, it was nice of yours.

_Yeah, really, really nice – Scarlett squeezed his hand.

_Okay, that’s enough! I don’t think we need to know the details! – Becca interrupted – but now I want to hear more about the park – the gang continued to chat excitedly until the meal was ready. Soon, they were all at the kitchen table, eating and talking.

_Everything’s so delicious. Great job, folks – Scarlett smiled.

_I didn’t know you also were a chef, J-man – Zig shoved James’ arm playfully – I think I’ve never eat something as sophisticated as this mushroom pie.

_Thank you, Zig – James beamed – as a family recipe, dad made a point of teaching me how to make it. Only the two of us do it at home.

_So does it mean you won’t give us the recipe?

_Sorry, Abbie, but neither does my mom know it. It’s just for the Ashtons – James made a sad expression and the friends complained, kidding.

_But the Powell’s roasted roots can be shared!

_Oh, good. This I want to know.

_Later I give you the recipe, Scar, but there’s nothing like a special ingredient or spice or something like that.

_So I guess is pure talent, because it’s marvelous – Kaitlyn joked – and I’m not so into vegetables!

_The chicken’s amazing, too. You guys made a great team – Zig looked at Abbie and Tyler and they looked at each other again, smiling shyly. Zig turned to Scarlett and they smiled too.

_And me? Did you all see how I fried the chicken without burning another pan?

_Yeah, we saw, good job, Kaitlyn, you’re amazing, blah, blah, blah – Becca rolled her eyes and Kaitlyn stuck her tongue out. The girls laughed – okay, but now it’s dessert time – she motioned to a high-five to Zack before stand up to pick the pie. He claped his hand on hers, laughing.

_Now you’re all about to see a professional work – they put the slices in little plates and the friends started eating – so what’s the verdict, birthday girl?

_Perfect, Zack – Scarlett chewed slowly, tasting the dessert – amazing job, guys.

_Fist bump, girl – Zack turned to Becca and they greeted – I told you’d be a great assistant – Becca sighed in relief – and if Scarlett approved, we conclude that it’s really a professional work!

_This’s already the best birthday I’ve ever had. Thank you all – Scarlett smiled slightly – you know, now we have this house issue to solve, but I have faith we can work together and get through it. We’re an amazing group and we can do anything – she wiped away a tear – seriously, you guys are the best friends someone could ask for, and Zig, I have no words to describe the incredible boyfriend you are. I couldn’t be happier now.

_I’ll propose a toast – James picked up his glass of wine and lifted it, and everybody did the same – to Scarlett, the friend everyone wanted to have!

_In my case, the girlfriend everyone wanted to have, and lucky me, she’s mine – the gang let out an awww while Zig kissed her temple, making her flush. Then they toasted and shouted her name before another hugging session. While they were doing the cleaning, Zig and Scarlett washed the dishes and at some point he bent to whisper in her ear – what you said back there was amazing. Your relationship with you parents is amazing. I love seeing how you value what’s really important. You deserve all the best wishes for your birthday.

_I just reciprocate what you all do for me – she smiled and he kissed her cheek – I care about the people I like because they care about me – after finishing cleaning, the friends assembled on the living room.

_So, what can we do now? – Chris asked.

_Let’s play something? How about Truth or Truth?

_Oh, here goes Kaitlyn and this game – Zack protested.

_Maybe we can watch a movie? – Tyler suggested.

_Guys, it’s Scarlett’s birthday, why don’t we ask her what she wants to do? – everyone grinned in agreement, and Zig turned to Scarlett – what do you suggest, babe?

_Let’s just stay here, listening to music and talking, it’s more than enough for me.

While watched her friends, talking and laughing, Scarlett thought she should always value the simple moments in her life. Her family, her friends, her boyfriend. That whole celebration and the wishes she receives made her feel really loved by them.. And not only for the difficulties, but also the fun moments. She loved their company and how much they were proud of her. She remembered their parents, far but always caring. The surprise party on Friday. The day before that she spent with Zig. And the lunch earlier. The wish she made when she blew that candles had already come true.

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hi there! i'm still somewhat new to this fandom but i'm familiar with bg and everything so i'm just wondering why people believe that liam is also stunting with cheryl? is he believed to be gay as well and this relationship with her and his baby is just another cover up? like i understand why people believe louis isn't really a dad but i don't see as much regarding liam? can you try and explain this??

Hi Nonnie!

First of all, welcome to the fandom. It’s a mess, but it’s our mess lol

I’m gonna be honest, when I first got this ask I had no clue where to start explaining just how fake Chiam is, and I wish I had a textbook answer for you. The best way I can put it is that literally everything about it makes no sense logically. None of it. Prepare for a lot of rambling.

Not sure how into the fandom you are, but if you’ve heard of RBB/SBB, they foreshadowed Chiam on Liam’s bday in 2015 at a show, using toothpaste labeled “Colegate” which is a nod to her first marriage, and the original babygate which had been labeled a couple months earlier.

As far as timelines go, Sophiam ended late October 2015. Charcole actually got married for the second time in mid 2014, and while her and her husband seperated in late 2015, they both wore their wedding rings into 2016, despite the fact that later it was hinted that Chiam began at the XF final in 2015. Chiam was announced in the exact same way every other stunt is: via an exclusive to Dick Wattpad from the Sun. Baby rumors started a couple months later, nearly 2 full months before the date Charcole supposedly conceived. During this time, Chiam made a few public appearances, all staged red carpets or pap walks, and they were never spotted together by fans outside of these. Charcole had a baby bump months before she was pregnant, and baited the media by putting her hand over her stomach in multiple events. After she became “pregnant”, Liam basically moved to LA and lived there for her entire pregnancy. He began partying, worked on his album, and acted like a single guy for the duration with no care in the world for Charcole. What a normal thing for a dad-to-be to do. They never officially announced the pregnancy, she just turned up obviously pregnant in December 2016, and then posed for Loreal with a massive bump on a campaign released in February. Her bump changed in sizes and height throughout the pregnancy, but she went into hiding so it was difficult to actual tell what was going on, which was 100% the point. The birth was announced via a single photo of Liam with a baby, despite the fact that usually moms pose with their baby. To this day, we’ve never seen the baby’s face, and Charcole has yet to show off her pride and joy. Privacy is one thing, but this is another thing entirely. If it wasn’t for Liam babbling on, you’d have no clue she had a kid.

So what are my issues with Chiam? First of all, her association with Satan Cowbell. They are besties. Judges together on XF, and recently I found out that she’s also an executive producer. Chiam was used to promote XF in late October with probably the cringiest moment they’ve had yet. If you hate Satan because of what he did to Louis/Harry, you better be concerned that Liam “willingly” shacked up with one of his friends.

Secondly, timing. Liam was planning a solo career. It’s been his dream for over 10 years. Why on earth would he decide to settle down in the middle of trying to launch his solo career, just months after ended a long term relationship? Basically this stunt forced him to “choose” between his career and his kid, which is NOT something that a loving partner would put you through. Charcole was also married until late 2016. If she was so desperate for a baby, wouldn’t it make more sense to have it with your husband rather than a guy 10 years her junior in a completely different stage of life? She’s old but she still has time. Literally everything about this relationship was set up to fail. Also, what exactly do they have in common? They moved so quickly that Liam never had to talk about her/why they are even dating. To me, the only things they have in common are that they were both in a band (with very different experiences..) and they have a kid together. Nice.

Thirdly, Charcole’s presence in his promo. In 2014 she released an album that flopped pretty badly because she really can’t sing at all her. Her fame came from her very public relationship drama and her association with XF when it was at the height of it’s fame. Her career is pretty much over and she’s most likely desperate for anything to reverse this progression. What better way to find new fans than to try and tap into one of the largest fandoms out there? Of course, she didn’t take into account the fact that we aren’t 13 year old girls with no brains, and therefore aren’t going to blindly stan her like people did with Sofa and Elk in the past. She’s ridiculously problematic as a person (she punched a woman in the face for doing her job and got convicted for assault, admitted to attacking her ex husband, dodged taxes via a shady company that closed in 2014 right when she turned up suddenly married to JB. The list goes on and on), and from what I’ve seen her personality stinks, so why would we support her? For the most part, people either dislike her or just don’t care at all. Bummer. Liam’s promo was the only way for her to get positive news out there about herself without her doing all the talking. Unfortunately for her, Liam went overboard and now people hate her just as much, if not more, than they did before this stunt. Just to be clear: normal celebs don’t launch their careers by constantly telling stories about their kid, s/o and hyping up their accomplishments from 8 years ago.

Fourthly, body language. This is a big one. Liam’s eyes in the very first selfie of them scared me to death because he looked so upset and resigned. Literally screaming for help with his facial expression. All along, the lack of intimacy between Chiam is pretty hard to dispute. They are not comfortable together at all, and I know some media sites called them out for faking affection on red carpets when they are distant in private in May 2016. Liam was a lot better at faking it last year as well, because he’s nothing if not professional. At XF this year, it was literally painful to watch them interact, and I made a post about that when it happened. Basically, as a couple they don’t have the familiarity that they should have considering all they’ve squeezed into less than two years. Liam also doesn’t talk about her fondly at all. If you pay attention, a lot of his comments just about her are negative: she scolds him, nags him, rolls her eyes at him, dresses him (in hideous pants, someone burn those), makes all the decisions about the baby, critcizes his music, etc, but at least she was famous back when he was 15 eh? (Them meeting at 14/24 when she was married for years is just another nasty aspect. She was in a mentor role and I’m disgusted she was okay with this stunt. It’s so wrong on so many levels.) Overall she sounds pretty awful to me, and that’s just based off of the picture Liam is painting.

And finally, the saga of Conchobear. The difference between actual celebrities having babies (think Beyoncé), vs Charcole is hilarious. No one ever saw her stomach when pregnant, she hid for months before and after the birth, and low and behold she popped back up with a new face! That’s the second 1D mom to get extensive plastic surgery when she should be caring for an infant. I seriously doubt she actually was pregnant, but that’s not something I’ll go into here. Liam was out working on his career a month after the announcement, and has been travelling pretty consistently since. He’s missed multiple important holidays; for example, on Father’s Day he flew from the US to Italy for a fashion show, and then back to the US. On Conchobear’s 6 month bday, Liam went out and did interviews. Do you really think that if Liam was an actual dad, he wouldn’t make every effort and move mountains to spend as much time as possible with his firstborn son? It just doesn’t make sense with what we know about Liam’s personality. He’s responsible, and he wouldn’t put himself in this situation. What he says, what we are fed, what he does, and what we know about him as a person don’t line up at all. Liam sounds like an amazing involved dad with his tales, but he lacks a basis in basic human development; his stories are cute and so unrealistic. Thus, Liam hasn’t spent any significant time with a baby. The entire stunt has been setting up single mom!Charcole, but Liam’s team has made sure to prevent her from calling him a deadbeat via the stories. It’s hard to say he was never around when he’s gushing about the kid in every interview. He’s also gotten worse at lying recently, and I get the feeling he’s tired.

So yeah, basically every aspect of this relationship is messed up in one way or another, and I’m expecting to see Chiam end sooner rather than later. If they are both out working on material, they won’t be able to hold it together imo. There’s definitely stuff I’ve missed and if any of my mutuals/followers want to add to this feel free. This is just stuff I thought of off the top of my head.

For specific examples of some of what I’ve mentioned you can check out the Twitter thread I linked below. It has some great resources and that account in general is amazing at breaking down stunt events. I’m also gonna reblog a post comparing Chiam to Zigi (another dead fauxmance) and Hiddleswift that is pretty interesting for you to look over.

https://twitter.com/EndBabygates/status/856439540831195137

Enjoy your stay in the fandom Nonnie. If you have any specific questions or need recommendations for who to follow, shoot me a message!

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