i stuck him on the back of a lucky charms box :3

BTS Reactions #3- Love at First Sight

NAMJOON-  Life as a flight attendant could be pretty exhausting.  You were constantly dealing with irritable passengers and long hours stuck trailing up and down the aisles in the cramped plane.  It didn’t help that the dress code required you to be in heels and a uniform that did nothing to relax your posture.  Your face was also so heavy in overly colorful makeup, you couldn’t wait to get home and wipe it all of and put on some sweatpants.  

  Currently, you were bending over the small space between to rows of seats in an effort to capture the empty soda cans the most recent passengers left behind.  You really couldn’t understand why they felt the need to shove it into the seats.  Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder.  You turned around to be met with a fellow co-worker of yours.  

  “Hey (Y/n), Ally got sick last minute so do you mind taking her spot up in first class for the next flight?”  Inwardly, you groaned.  First class passengers were the worst.  They were just so entitled and saw flight attendants as personal slaves.  You were half way done with declining the offer when you suddenly stopped.  Ally had worked your shift that one time you had a family emergency on that flight to Germany.  You guessed it was time to repay the favor. 

  The next set of passengers were way less rowdier than ones on the last flight.  For that, you silently thanked god. However, now was the time you were dreading.  It has been 15 minutes since take off, and now officially time to go out and offer drinks and snacks.  You dreaded dragging that huge cart around to serve arrogant rich people.  

  You had just begun going down the aisles when you heard a loud boom at the end of your cart.  You gasped.  Uh-oh.  your worst fear came true, you hit someone with the cart.  Scared at being yelled at, you ran up to the person who you hit.  He was currently rubbing the back of his head, telling you he probably poked his head out at the same time you were pushing the heavy cart forward.   To add insult to injury, you spotted a huge stain on his shirt.  Great, you even spilled a drink on him too.

  “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”  You said while padding away at the mess that was on his shirt.  

  “Oh, it’s okay.  I’m kinda clumsy t-” Suddenly he cut off as he stared up at you.  Prepared to get chewed out in front of everyone, you rushed to explain yourself.  

  “I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t see you.  If it helps I can offer you anything from this menu for free.”  You looked up from the huge stain, to see him staring at you.  

  You noticed that he was quite handsome however his eyes looked glossy as his overall expression became dazed.  Then, you heard him whisper in that deep voice of his, “So pretty.”

  Your heart dropped, you gave him a concussion!  

  “Oh my god, I’m gonna loose my job.”  And to your confusion he just laughed.

  this was the story of how you met your boyfriend, Namjoon.

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JIN-  The brisk spring air hit your body in a rush as you sped down the street.  To your calculations, all you had was two more houses to go and then your shift would be done.  And just in time for your favorite K-drama too!  

  Being a student was hard.  Although you loved focusing all your attention to getting your degree in health in order to help people, bills were pilling up and you could only apply for so much financial aid.  Eventually you got off the couch and applied for some part time jobs.  Although it was annoying to have to begin work right after you get off class, the running electricity and food in your fridge thanked you.  

  Eventually you reached you destination, and got off your bike.  You took off your helmet and switched it for the box of steaming chicken.  Quickly, you took out your phone and double checked the address. You were at the right place.

  As you stalked up the the home, you couldn’t help but notice how big it was.  Perhaps today was your lucky day and you would actually be delivering some chicken to a celebrity.  You chuckled at the thought.  

  You rang the doorbell and patiently waited.  It took only a few moments for the door to open to reveal a very tall, broad-shouldered and angel-faced man.  He didn’t spare you a look and instead dug around in his pockets for his wallet.  

  Somewhere in the back of your mind, you realized he looked oddly familiar.  You could’ve sworn that you saw him on television or something.  But, you decided to leave it as he probably wouldn’t like being asked about his social status.  

  “How much do I owe you?” he asked quietly.

   “14.50 please.”  you answered shortly.  

  Out of nowhere, you heard a fast intake of breath.  Concerned, you looked up to find he had dropped his wallet and was staring at you with his jaw dropped. 

  “Sir, are you okay?”  

  He just continued staring at you as though he had never seen a girl before.  it took him 15 minutes to fork over the money and let you leave.  

  Three weeks later, Jin would still call up the chicken place demanding that YOU deliver.  

Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan


   Yoongi-  So you weren’t the smartest.  You weren’t the prettiest.  And you weren’t necessarily charming at all.  But there was something you were extremely passionate about…and that was music.  

  You were a college dropout and a starving artist.  Although you weren’t making your parents extremely proud, you were living life the way you wanted to and focused all of your attention on music.  

  Music helped you through so much in life, you dedicated your life to it.  However, the world wasn’t as understanding as you wished it to be.  This explained why you were playing your violin at the city corner playing for tips in hopes of paying your rent on time.

  Some kind people watched for a while and dropped a few crumpled ones into your jar.  But other than that, people continued to pass you, too caught up in their lives to care about yours.  

  Unknown to you, a man who was sitting on a bench nearby couldn’t help but notice the interesting tune that was floating through the city.  As he sipped on his coffee, his eyes began to search for the source of such a gorgeous sound.  Like a moth to flame, his sight landed on yours as you continued to play your violin.  

  He almost choked on his drink when he saw you.  For a few minutes he continued to stare, wondering if he was dreaming or not.

  Subtly, he passed by your jar just to quietly deposit a $50 dollar tip.

  In the next few days, you couldn’t help but notice that your tips got higher.  For some reason, you always ended up with at least one 50 dollar bill.  You thought about this on the bus ride over to your usual city spot.  Perhaps your music just go better?  The thought made you smile.

  You had only been at you spot for 5 minutes when rain suddenly began pouring down on you and your violin.  your groaned loudly as you witnessed potential tippers run off to nearby shops for protection from the weather.  You were about ready to head off home, when you felt a tap on your shoulder.  You turned around to see a man whom you’ve never seen before.

  All he did was smirk and ask, “You know after all those fifty dollar bills, I think I at least deserve your company for getting coffee.”

Originally posted by minyoongiaesthetic

As always, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook version will be posted in a bit.

Distraction (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

 Request:  HI HUMAN ! Can i have a bucky request where the reader is buckys girlfriend and he’s been on a mission for the past couple weeks and it’s finally the day he’s coming home and so she’s pestering all the Avengers repeating herself and bouncing up and down going, “how about now? how about now? how about now?” and she’s easily distracted so they keep getting annoyed and just handing her random objects like lucky charms or something silly? and it’s just general fluff and humor? Thank you so much!!

Words: 2,794

Warnings: None


To say you were annoying was an understatement.

It’s not like you were a bother, or a pain to the other Avengers, you were annoying in a cute way. At least that’s what they decided once the pestering and nagging and bouncing had stopped. You were one of the younger Avengers and your personality showed it. You were bubbly, energetic, kind, fast, and most certainly saw the good in just about everyone.

Perhaps that’s why you ended up with Bucky Barnes, you didn’t care about what he did in his tragically sad past and you certainly brought a sense of positivity to his life. He had changed a lot over his time spent at the Avengers tower with the rest of the team; in a good way of course. You fell for his smile, it was near the beginning of his time at the tower when you saw him smiling with Steve and you caught a glimpse of the breathtaking smile.

From then on you were a nervous mess around him, you fell unusually quiet whenever he was in the same room and often because a stumbling mess of words that never made sense. You choked on your smoothie one morning when he scared you in the kitchen. It had only been you, him and Bruce home that morning as everyone else was on missions, running errands or out of town.

You were casually sipping your smoothie in the dark kitchen when he came in and turned on the light, you jumped and a large mouthful of smoothie got caught in your throat. This led to you dropping your drink, hitting your hip on the counter, and you were coughing while holding your hip while a chunk of your drink slid down your chest and stained your white shirt. It was embarrassing but once it was over you two started laughing together for what seemed like forever in the early hours of the morning.

Two weeks later you went on your first date together and you had been together ever since.

However during those years together, every time Bucky went on a mission longer than a weekend, you drove everyone crazy. You would pester and talk and prank and become so overly dramatic. Everyone knew you did it as a distraction, a way for time to go by quicker until you saw him again. You liked it better when he was not on some dangerous mission, you worried more than usual while he was away. What if HYDRA found him? What if he got hurt? What if he got kidnapped? What if he died?

The aching feeling in your chest while he was away felt like you were suffocating. So many things could happen, one thing could go wrong and he would be gone. The stress caused painful headaches and anxiety.

But today was not a stressful day, it was not a sad day or a painful day, it was a happy day. Bucky was coming home from a two week long mission and you couldn’t be more excited. Considering the mission was only supposed to take two days, this day was even more exciting.

For the rest of the Avengers, today was a long day. Today was the day that you would pester to no extent, and it all started at precisely 5:00am. 

“Wake up! Wake up! C’mon, wake up!” Sam cringed and covered his face with his pillow more, pressing it against his face to try to make the noise stop. His body bounced lightly as you stood on his bed jumping up and down. You were not a morning person, that was one thing you and Sam bonded most over; sleep.

So for you to be up before the sun had risen, and even before Steve went out for a run, was most certainly a surprise.

Sam groaned into his pillow, he was glad his face was being covered or else the bright overhead light of his room would certainly cause pain to his sleep filled eyes. The sun hadn’t even risen but yet you had opened all the curtains to his windows. 

“Sam! Sammy! Sams! Samother! Samillion! Sam, bam, dam, tam, pam, wam-”
“What do you want, woman?!” Sam shouted into his pillow but it was muffled enough to not wake anyone else near Sam’s room. 

“Let’s go to breakfast! We could go to Panera, Starbucks, Ben’s, Harold’s Coffee, Strange Donuts-no! Let’s go to Steak and Shake! Wait no, we should go there for lunch, yeah lunch is better! Where do you wanna go? I don’t know where I wanna go - but oh my god, we could go to Denny’s-” 

“No.”

“No? Okay well there’s always Russ and Daughters, I’ve never been there, I wonder if it’s good, do you think it’s good? Oh what about Kitchenette, I went there with Clint last week it was good-” 

“Time.” 

“Huh?”

“What’s the time?” 

“5:00am, bright and ear-”

“Get out.” 

“No need to be hasty-”

“Have you been drinking?”

“Only coffee! You want some, you need some, you’re grumpy-”

“How much coffee have you had?”

“Oh, only three cups-”

Three cups?”

“I know, I need more-”

“It’s only five, how long have you been up?!”

“Mm, not for sure, I needed the energy-”

“I highly doubt that.”

“Oh I know! Let’s go to Big Daddy’s!” You giggled, you were still jumping on his bed trying to get him out of bed but also the caffeine that pumped through your veins caused you not to stop moving.

“Get out!” He grabbed one of the pillows he was using and tossed it in the direction of your voice. You only laughed, but he could hear it hit you. You jumped off his bed and landed with a thump before he could hear his door crack open.

“So no Big Daddy’s?”

“Out! I said out!” He threw another pillow and you giggled before slamming his door shut just in time as the pillow connected with where you previously were.

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Here Comes Santa Claus - Tom Holland (Drabble)

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“Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus lane,” I sang softly as I poured cereal into a bowl, “Vixen and Blitzen and all his reindeer, pullin’ on the reins.” I closed the ceral box, putting it back in the pantry and taking milk from the fridge. “Bells are ringin’, children singin’, all is merry and bright. Hang your stockings and say your prayers ‘cause Santa Claus comes tonight,” I sang, pouring milk into my bowl. “Santa Claus comes tonight.”

“Darling, do you know where––” Tom walked into the kitchen as I took a spoon. I glanced at him.

“Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus lane. He’s got a bag that’s filled with toys, for boys and girls again,” I moved my head side to side. Tom rose an eyebrow at me. “Hear those sleigh bells jingle jangle, oh what a beautiful sight, so jump in bed and cover your head 'cause Santa Claus comes tonight,” I sang softly, kissing his cheek. I grabbed a spoon from the drawer and put it in my bow. “’Cause Santa Claus comes tonight.” 

“W-why are you singing a Christmas song when it’s only September?” He asked me, “And why are you eating cereal at 8 PM?”

I shrugged. “Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus lane, he doesn’t care if you’re rich or poor, he loves you just the same,” I sang. “It’s stuck in my head. I need help,” I told him, prompting him to laugh. “Also, don’t judge me for my diet choices, Holland. I wanted Lucky Charms, so I got Lucky Charms.”

“You know, if anybody saw us right now, they’d think you’re the one with jetlag,” he told me, grinning.

“Well, I’ve definitely got some sort of lag. Just not because of a jet,” I giggled, eating some of my lucky charms.

“I love you,” he laughed, shaking his head before kissing my cheek.

“I love you too. Now, I’m gonna go watch Iron Man,” I told him before going to the couch. I heard him gasp as I plopped myself on the couch.

“Wow. You’d rather watch Iron Man instead of watching the movie your loving boyfriend’s in?” He chuckled, joining me on the couch. I shrugged.

“What can I say? Iron Man’s funnier than you are,” I joked, making him groan, putting a hand on his chest.

“Oh, the pain! Et tu, Brute?” He whined. I rolled my eyes with a giggle.

“Could be worse,” I shrugged, putting the cereal on the coffee table before sitting upside down so my head was by the floor. I saw Tessa walk by me before settling to lie down next to my head. I nuzzled my head against her. “I could watch Andrew Garfield as Spider-Man. The ultimate betrayal,” I chuckled.

I could practically hear Tom roll his eyes before he joined me hanging upside down. “You’re right,” he agreed. “It could be much worse.” I yawned, making him chuckle. “You’re tired?”

“Exhausted,” I chuckled.

“We haven’t even started the movie!” He exclaimed, his voice laced with laughter.

“Yeah, but… still…” I closed my eyes as I put one of my hands down to pet Tessa, who also yawned. Tom, Tessa, and I just hung around in silence, all of us just content, even in this strange situation. “Good night!”

“Y/N! You can’t sleep upside down––” was the last thing I heard before dozing off.

Stuck to this Corner Like a Streetlight

A/N: I’ve been obsessed with bakery AUs lately and I really wanted to write one! Feedback/constructive criticism is always encouraged! Hope you enjoy! This is so long I’m so sorry!

Things you should know: 1. I’ve never been to NYC in my life. So, I don’t know how streets work up there. Is 34th and Melso Street even a place? Probably not. Is it five blocks down from the Richard Rodgers? Hell no. 2. I do a very poor job of explaining ITH 3. I have nothing against Vanessa

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Pairing: Lin x reader

Summary: You bake cupcakes for Lin’s opening nights and he gives you tickets to the show. It’s enough until it isn’t.

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You and Lin-Manuel Miranda had a friendship that came about in a unique way. It all started back in 2008.

March 5, 2008

You had just opened your bakery on the corner of 34th and Melso Street. You were beyond happy; opening a bakery was a lifelong dream of yours. Your bakery, “Cupquakes,” had only been open for three weeks, and business was booming; you already had ten orders. But the order made on March 5 was the one that you’ll never forget.

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Name Day - Alistair x Cousland (Fluff)

Just pure fluffiness… I maybe squealed a lot whilst writing it. For everyone that requested fluffy Alistair x Cousland :3 

Elissa’s eyes flutter at the sound of hushed whispers and stifled giggles, she grumbles slightly as the curtains are drawn back, turning over onto her side with a groan, burrowing deeper under the cocoon of warmth the many blankets on her bed provided.

There’s a higher pitched giggle, much louder this time, and she has to hide her smile in her arm when Alistair shushes the source of the giggle. She can hear Alistair counting, and knows that her giant puppy of a husband would be planning to do something that would really wake her up quick.

“One!” Alistair cries, before there’s a loud squeal and the sound of a tiny body flying through the air, before the little body crashes onto the large fluffy mattress with a muffled ‘oomph!’ Elissa turns with a loud laugh, seeing her little boy stuck in a tangle of sheets as he fights to roll over to her.

She grabs him immediately, sitting up as she cuddles the three year old close, ruffling his blonde curls as he shrieks and bats at her hands. The bed dips next to her, and she turns to see her grinning husband, eyebrows wiggling as he leans over to press a chaste kiss to her lips.

“Happy name day my love.” He whispers, before laughing as pressing a kiss to her temple when Duncan makes disgusted noises. Elissa laughs and leans into Alistair, loving the way her little boy’s fists wrap around her fingers.

She grins down at him pressing a kiss against his forehead.

“That was quite a way to wake your Ma up.” She whispers, watching as Duncan covers his smiling mouth with his chubby hands, before he makes a shushing noise with wide blue eyes. Alistair chuckles against her hair, pulling back and grinning when Elissa throws him a glare..

“And I suppose Da didn’t have anything to do with that did he?” Duncan giggles again, shaking his head quickly, blonde curls whipping about. She smooths them back with one hand, unable to hold back her smile as her little man giggles up at her, blue eyes blown wide as he gazes up at her.

Alistair pushes a silk wrapped package into her lap, smiling when she looks up at him with exasperated eyes.

“Alistair I told you no presents!” She hisses, rolling her eyes when he chuckles and presses a kiss to her forehead. She turns back to it, holding it out to Duncan with a wink. “How about you help me little man?” She asks, laughing when Duncan leaps to his feet, stumbling the few steps it takes to plop down before the present, his little fingers fumbling slightly over the ribbon.

With a little help from his Da, Duncan manages to take the ribbon off, clumsily trying to throw it away, but it flies into the air halfheartedly and lands right on top of his head. Alistair laughs immediately, watching as Duncan pulls the ribbon off, more annoyed than anything as he throws a glare at the red ribbon.

Elissa laughs, before she reaches forward with careful hands to unwrap the silk, gasping a little when the presents within are revealed. Duncan grins up at her, eyes’ sparkling as Elissa pulls the gown from its wrappings.

“I picked it for you Ma!” he cries, throwing his hands in the air, he pauses, eyes hesitant. “Do.. do you like it Ma?” he asks. Elissa drops the gown and coos, reaching over to grasp her baby boy, tucking him gently against her chest.

“I absolutely love it Duncan, thank you little man.” She whispers, pressing kisses into his hair. Duncan giggles as she presses kisses to his cheeks, her fingers tickling him as he squeals, falling back into the blush blankets.

The gown was her favorite colour, the same deep Highever green that she’d grown up with, had worn her entire life. Delicate silver embroidery lines the neck and hemline, long twisting vines with large leaves that border the entire hem.

“How about I wear it to the dinner tonight?” She asks, smiling when Duncan nods enthusiastically, clapping his hands with a laugh. She leans forward to press a kiss to his forehead, having to brush back his unruly curls – her doing if her own wild red curls were anything to go by.

She moves to open the two other boxes, most definitely from Alistair, but his warm hand on her wrist stops her. She looks up, confused, but he just grins and shakes his head, letting her know it was something reserved for later.

She nods and goes back to fawning over the gown, curiosity niggling in the back of her mind.


Alistair lets out a breathy sigh when she strides out from the wardrobe, sliding the last pin into her hair. She can’t help but giggle, blushing at the awe and love in his eyes as he watches her move across the floor in her new gown.

“You’re so beautiful.” He sighs, his hands sliding around her hips, pulling her close to kiss her sweetly. She grins against his lips, feeling her heart soar and tremble, the same way it always did when he looked at her like that, like he had been looking at her since they’d been young adults.

“Maker how’d I get so lucky?” he whispers, pulling back to cup her cheeks, his thumbs rubbing circles against her porcelain skin, tracing the freckles smattered across her nose and cheeks. She blushes harder, her cheeks staining crimson as she trembles at his words, feeling lighter than air as he presses another kiss to her lips.

“It’s your rugged good looks and unwavering charm, love.” She grins when he rolls his eyes and tickles her, listening to him laugh at her squeals of shock at his ruthless fingers. Elissa tries to bat him off, but his arms hold her close, attacking her stomach and arms as she laughs, struggling to get away from him.

Alistair lets her go, turning her deftly as he scoops up something, hiding it behind his back. He shifts back and forth on his feet, smirking at her as he hides the parcels. She raises an eyebrow, raising it higher when he raises his own eyebrows, he laughs breathily, shaking his head at her.

She knows he wants her to close her eyes, so she does, clapping a hand over her eyes, giggling when she cracks her fingers to see him glaring at her, knowing her all too well to trust her to keep her eyes fully shut.

He grabs her hands, opening them to place two light boxes in them. She opens her eyes and looks down, grinning at the green and silver wrapped boxes. She makes to speak, but Alistair cuts her off.

“I know you said not to get anything, but I couldn’t resist.” he whispers, coming to stand behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist snugly. She leans back into him, delighting in the feeling of having him so close.

She pulls on the bow of the bigger box, letting Alistair hold the smaller one. When she lifts the lid of the box, she gasps audibly, stunned by the delicate chain that laid nestled within. She pulls on it slightly, watching as the gold unravels to reveal an oval pendant, carved with the image of a rose.

When she opens the locket up, she tears up, her hand coving her mouth at the sight of what lay within.

“Oh Alistair.” She whispers thickly, tears clouding her eyes.

The pendant held two small paintings within, created in such painstaking detail it was almost as if the two families were staring back at her. On the right side lay their own family, her, Alistair and Duncan sitting on one of the settees in the lounge, grinning at the painter with sparkling eyes.

It was the left that truly made her cry.

The other side lay a portrait of the Couslands, crafted six months before the murder of her mother and father, Alistair must have had the portrait taken from what remained of Highever, and had an artist recreate it.

Alistair presses kisses to her neck, holding her tightly as tears trickle down her cheeks, before he reaches to help chain the locket around her neck, securing it tightly so it settled against her breast bone, nestled right near her heart.

She makes to thank him, but he hands her the smaller box.

Elissa shakily unwraps it, pulling the top off the box. She chuckles when she sees it, a few more tears slipping down her cheeks as she shakes her head ruefully, staring down at the beautiful piece of jewellery nestled within the velvet.

The ring had been painstakingly shaped into the image of a Lothering Rose, the petals curling upwards and away from the golden band, dotted on the petals were small diamonds, glinting like morning dew in the sunlight as she delicately lifted it to inspect.

“Alistair, it’s beautiful.” she whispers, hastily wiping away more tears with a laugh. He chuckles from behind her and takes the ring, gently pushing it onto her finger, where it nestled perfectly against her skin.

She turns in his grasp, nestling her nose against his neck with a smile. He presses his lips into her hair, holding her close with a sigh.

“Happy name day my love.” he whispers, pulling back to kiss her lovingly.

She sighs into his mouth, her hands winding into his longer hair, grinning into the kiss when she feels the strands slip over the new ring.

He always knew just what to say.

anonymous asked:

Can you please write one where he surprises you on your birthday with a party and just goes all out shopping for you and stuff <3 ; )

Thanks for the request!! I’ll do better ones as soon as I have more time x


Your eyes tracked the hands of the clock as they ticked slowly - painfully slowly- around the face of the clock.
You tapped the lid of the pen against your teeth, contemplating selling your soul to the devil just to make this day end quicker.
You sighed with relief as soon as the minute hand hit twelve and you stood abruptly, grabbing your bag and bidding a quick goodbye to your coworkers before you speed-walked out of the building.
It was your birthday, and the last thing you wanted was to be stuck in an office the whole day.

On your way home your mood dropped slightly as you thought about Calvin and how you cancelled plans to see him - your boss called you yesterday and said he needed you to come into work, so you had to cancel your arrangements.
You checked your phone while you sat on the busy bus, seeing you had a missed call from him. You couldn’t call back with all this background noise, so you waited until you got home.

You stuck your key in the lock, fumbling with the charms on the keyring in a rush to get inside and sit down.
The door swung open before you had a chance to unlock it and you frowned, puzzled, as you wondered if you’d forgotten to lock it before you left..?
‘Happy Birthday!’ A familiar voice shouted and you jumped backwards in shock before a massive grin broke out on your face at the sight of Calvin holding a huge bunch of brightly coloured balloons in your doorway.
You burst out laughing as he let go of the balloons, letting them hit the ceiling in the lounge before he pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you.
‘You scared the shit out of me, you maniac.’ You mumbled into his chest, still smiling.
When he let you go you looked around your lounge, observing the bright banners pinned up everywhere, the balloons all over the floor and the ceiling and the colourful confetti scattered everywhere.
‘Oh my god, Calvin!’
‘I nearly died from lack of oxygen blowing up all those fuckin’ balloons.’ He said, his eyes watching you carefully.
You turned to face him and pressed an overjoyed kiss to his lips, grateful for all the effort he had put in when you hadn’t even expected to see him at all.
He walked through to the kitchen and you followed, kicking off your shoes as you threw your bag down on the sofa.
'Calvin!’ You exclaimed once again as your eyes took in the gifts strewn all over the place - all over the counters and some were even on the floor.
'I told you not to get me anything!’ You scolded him, but he shook his head.
'Shut up.’
You began opening the many gifts, laughing at how bad his wrapping skills were.
You got to the very last one, feeling Calvin’s gaze on you as he twiddled his thumbs, weirdly nervous. You wondered why he kept this one for last - it must be important.
Trying not to laugh, you put the last wrapped gift back on the counter before reaching over and filling the kettle, letting it boil.
'Want a cuppa?’ You asked, trying not to look at Calvin’s perplexed face.
'Open it first.’ He whined like a child at the shops who wanted another sweetie.
'Um… Nah.’ You said, pretending to consider it before your shook your head, dismissing the idea. 'I think I’ll open that one tomorrow. You know - prolong the birthday vibes.’
'Y/n!’
You burst out laughing, unable to keep it up for any longer.
'You’re such a dick.’ He said, his arms snaking around your waist as he leaned his chin on your shoulder.
'Please.’ He sulked, refusing to give up.
He let you go and you picked up the gift once again, much to Calvin’s satisfaction.
'This whole thing is literally just sellotape.’ You wheezed, unable to open it.
'Gimme it.’ He said, rolling his eyes playfully as he ripped the sellotape apart and handed you a little black box.
You carefully lifted the lid off of the sleek packaging and revealed a beautiful silver necklace with a real diamond featured in the middle of the charm.
You covered your mouth with one hand as you looked at Calvin, whose face held a nervous smile.
'Do you like it?’ He asked, his brown eyes boring into yours.
You answered by wrapping your free arm around his neck and pulling him closer to you, where you kissed his lips before cuddling him close.
'Thank you so much, Cal.’ You said into his neck and he chuckled.
'You’re welcome. Bet you’re glad you opened it now.’
He took the necklace out of the box and stood behind you, fastening it. He gently kissed from your earlobe down to your shoulder from behind as you admired the necklace. The beautiful jewellery looked so delicate and dainty on your chest and you couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face.
You finished the day cuddled up on the sofa with Calvin, tucking into some birthday cake as you wondered how you got so lucky.


(I’ve heard rumours about leafy dating someone and if anyone COULD PLS UPDATE ME ON WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON I would be eternally grateful lol) luv u guys x