should i get a cake and celebrate

A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 18.1

As promised in my teaser, here’s the newest chapter of Vegas! @outlandishchridhe and I are really really excited about where this story is going and we can’t wait to share it with you. There is a lot going on in this chapter, so it turned into another monster chapter and it’s broken up into 3 parts. The next chunks will come out on the next few Tuesdays, which will hopefully give us enough time to get 19 written and edited. 

Catch up on chapter 17 HERE or the whole series HERE

Claire sat down with a hard thump, still looking at the picture of her license on her phone. Jamie knelt down in front of her, taking in her vacant expression.

“Are ye alright?”

“Yeah, I’m just… I passed. It doesn’t feel real.”

“But ye did it. I’m so proud of ye, mo chridhe.”

Her eyes drifted up and met his.

“I couldn’t have done it without you. Thank you.”

“I didna do much. It was all your brilliance. Because this is what ye were meant for.”

Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to her forehead, as she breathed out a laugh.

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lowbloodkiwi  asked:

How about a prompt where we have a sicky with a really high fever, borderline hospital fever, and they're too out of it to care for themselves let alone call for some help. So when sicky's friend comes over, wondering why sicky wasn't answering their calls, they nearly have a heart attack and struggle to take care of sicky. Bonus points if more and more friends just keep getting dragged into the mess like 'help me with this idiot please'

YES I love u. I didn’t know what fandom you wanted this for, so I’m gonna do voltron, because it screams klance! It’s not exactly what you asked for but I think it’s the best thing I’ve written in a while. So thank you for the prompt!

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Cause for Celebration

Originally posted by madstan

A/N: This is for @angryschnauzer‘s If You Go Down to the Woods Today Writing Challenge. She asked for the stories to be happy, and I’m not exactly sure how you can make Demon!Chase fluffy, but here is my attempt. Takes place after the events of The Covenant.


Pairing: Chase x Reader

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Freedom, fireworks, and family

It’s a pre AOU setting, because I like that Phase the most. Happy birthday, Steve! This one’s also for @usenecessaryforce , who inspires the best of Steve for me.


Clint was the only one among them who liked fireworks. Steve would have been surprised about it, considering how less Clint cared for explosions if not targeted at bad guys. He would have also been surprised about this with Clint’s ear taken into account; the days leading up to July 4 were never quiet and Clint sometimes preferred to rest his ears.

It didn’t surprise him now though. After living together for three months, Steve had picked up that Clint would enjoy visuals without his hearing aids if they would get too loud.

Thor had gone to celebrate the weekend with Erskine and Jane; it was amusing how much Thor loved to cook on a barbeque. Steve wondered if it reminded the guy of the simple things in this complex world. A world that could sometimes alienate Thor, even if unwitting in intention. Maybe it was nice to be welcomed by people who had known him without powers.

“JARVIS, another 2 degrees please,” Bruce called out without looking away from his tablet and Steve smiled to himself when the AI increased the room’s temperature as requested. Bruce wasn’t the biggest fan of fireworks but he was also not as averse to them as Natasha. The festivities of Kolkatta during Durga Puja was louder, he had once quipped while sipping on fruit beer. Bruce liked the taste of fruits in everything, Steve had learnt three weeks into their new home. Natasha said that they were fresh and he enjoyed getting them without having to worry about them rotting away in bad refrigeration. Steve thought that it was because they were easy, without hassle of pairing to eat.

Tony once told them, offhanded while designing a new Avenjet upgrade, that they never overwhelmed Bruce. They were real, simple in taste, and never suffocated his senses. Steve liked to think that this was Tony’s usual sneaky impression of a friend. He knew though that it was reflective of something from Tony’s own thoughts.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Tony asked as he plopped onto the other side of the settee, stretching his legs and brushing Steve’s folded knee lightly.

“Only a penny?” Steve quirked a grin at the tired but comfortable looking man who rolled his eyes at Steve even as he deliberately dropped his feet onto Steve’s lap.

“I’m saving for Clint’s college fund,” Tony quipped back, rolling his shoulders to work out a few cricks, “that is, if he ever grows up.”

“Sure, Mr. Billionaire,” Steve snorted and patted Tony’s ankle once to stop him from jiggling his legs, “Finished your work binge?”

“It’s a perennial process, Cap,” Tony shrugged easily, looking at home as he glanced up at the sky through the window, “Nat still in the gym?”

“And Clint’s still on the roof,” Steve nodded, looking out the window himself, feeling thankful for the sound-proofing.

“We should have lasagna for dinner,” Tony suggested, a small smile playing on his face as he saw a red and gold firework dazzle the sky.

Steve grinned, looking away from the window to raise an eyebrow at Tony.

“I thought you’d given up?”

“Just because you don’t want a birthday cake or party, doesn’t mean we don’t get to eat your dumb, stupid favourite dish,” Tony rolled his eyes and kicked at Steve when the blond pinched Tony’s ankle.

“I don’t want to celebrate, Tony,” Steve let out a small chuckle at the exasperated sigh from the man steadily growing to be his best friend.

“It’s just dinner,” Tony said with a huff, “and you anyway make terrible lasagna, so it’s more of us willingly torturing ourselves than us celebrating, really.”

“I’ll remind you of that the next time you eat my share,” Steve teased and caught Tony’s foot when it dug into his thigh.

“Fine, whatever, Troll Rogers,” Tony shot a glance at Bruce across the room before looking back at Steve with an easy half-smile, “You don’t want to starve Bruce, do you? Poor homeless child with a bad fashion choice syndrome and cursed curly hair - hey!”

Bruce flipped Tony the bird even without looking up and Steve chuckled as Tony hugged the pillow Bruce had thrown, a mock hurt expression on his face.

“You’re such a whiner,” Steve pushed Tony’s feet off his lap and stood up with, a small smile on his face.

“Coming from you? Ironic,” Tony shot back and faked a yelp when Steve pulled him up, “Stop it, no, go do your kitchenly duties yourself. Steve, no, god - You’re such a lazy ass, nobody believes me!”

“Every chef needs a sous chef, Iron Man,” Steve slung an arm over Tony’s shoulder and walked over towards the kitchen, a sense of calm in him, “Besides, family dinners are incomplete without family cooking.”

“You’re such a goober, my gosh,” Tony grumbled even as he laughed and batted away Steve’s hand ruffling his hair, “Fine, whatever, let’s cook your birthday disaster.”

“Family dinner,” Steve repeated and caught Tony grinning at him before getting out the pans and saucers needed. Steve grinned back and got to work on dinner, because it was the best gift and the only one he needed in this new world.

A family to dine with.

A home.

When Clint finally came down from the roof and Natasha came up from the gym with a pale face but no haunted expression and Bruce helped in serving the slightly messed up lasagna, Steve looked over at Tony.

“Eat up, winghead,” the genius said but his eyes held a small twinkle of happiness.

Happy birthday, they never said. But it was.

It was happy.

I should have saved you

It’s been exactly four years since her return, when they reappeared. In their black cars, suits and guns pointed at their heads and hearts.

The whole group was spending that afternoon at the Byers’, celebrating El’s birthday. Even though Hopper managed to get her papers, the girl decided to celebrate it on the day she came back, cherishing the moment where her life actually began. Joyce and Jonathan baked a cake in joint effort (on Joyce’s behalf it was mainly assistance), Hopper bought seventeen candles, and by four in the afternoon Mikes old navy blue Chevrolet pulled by the house and Dustin, Max, Lucas and Nancy and Mike himself tumbled out of it.

‘Annie, can I call you back?’ Will checked his watch. 'I gotta go.’

Jonathan looked at him with raised eyebrows while passing him in the corridor and Wills cheeks reddened.

'No, no, everything is all right, it’s just my sister has birthday, and… Yeah, alright! See you.’

He hung up.

'Was that this cute brunette I saw you with near the school when I picked you up last time?’ Jonathan wondered.

'Maybe.’ Will mumbled, flustered and ran out to greet his friends. Time had no mercy for any of the boys. You’d think it was only yesterday they spent ten hours playing D&D… Well, they did. But they weren’t scrawny twelve year olds anymore. Even the shortest one, Will, had a prominent growth spurt, which made him slightly taller than Jonathan. His delicate features were more sharp now, his jawline more manly, but he was still rather shy and timid, with soft soulful eyes that kept that anxiety and wariness within them he’s never gotten rid of. He was still skinny, which made Hopper joke a lot that it’s due to Joyce’s cooking skills (which never failed to earn him a slap on the arm).

'Mike still didn’t kill anybody?’ the boy grinned, fist bumping all of the boys and Max, and hugged Nancy.

'Ha ha, very funny.’ Mike grumbled. He, on the other hand, managed to outgrow everyone, nearly rivaling Hopper in height. His shoulders broadened, but he was still kind of scrawny, which, combined with coordination problems, made it quite hard for him to walk around without tripping at last twice a week. But aside from that, Mike unexpectedly matured, making his features more manly and handsome. His high cheekbones, pale complexion splattered with freckles, and black, curly, untamed hair attracted attention for very different reasons than they did in middle school, especially from the girls (El totally never made Amelia Hammond, who was trying to flirt with him before physics, trip over her shoelaces). But for most he was still unofficial leader of the nerdy losers group, but neither him nor his friends cared more than they did before.

'Oh, nope, not funny at all, especially on the turns. We didn’t feel like laughing.’ added Lucas, who looked like he was going to be sick. Sinclair, due to his karate training was the most well built of them all. Tall, with broad shoulders, straight nose and warm eyes, he still was trustworthy and made people around him feel safe.

'Ah, c'moon, it wasn’t all that bad!’ Dustin clapped Mike on the back, making a face at Will from behind him and straightening his ever present cap. Dustin also matured a lot, but neither his characteristic hair nor wide, contagious smile didn’t go away with age, and his blue eyes shone with childish mirth.

'Yeaaah, when I closed my eyes I could almost imagine still being alive in my twenties.’ Max muttered, brushing her long, ginger hair away from her face. Her blue eyes cast an ironic look towards Mike. 'Believe it or not, Mikey, but you can actually brake without all your passengers landing on the front windshield.’

'Better don’t call him that, only Holly can get away with it.’ Dustin whispered in her ear. Max grinned widely at Mike and stood on her tiptoes to ruffle his hair.

Nancy just laughed and headed inside to find her fiancé and passed Eleven in the doorway, hugging her briefly, wishing her happy birthday. The girl went out, laughing at the sight of all of her friends, teasing Mike and laughing, except said boy who stood unamused and scowling, with his arms crossed on his chest.

'What did he do again?’ she asked with amusement evident in her voice, drawing their attention to herself. Mike stared at her, seemingly forgetting that he’s supposed to be offended.

She wore a light violet dress that ended above her knee, and her curly hair has been braided by Joyce.

'Five years and he still has the same ridiculous look on his face’ Lucas said quietly.

'Twenty bucks, that he’s going to make the same face during their wedding.’ Dustin replied.

'Thirty that he trips over something as well.’


They shook hands and Max just rolled her eyes, snickering.

'Mike?’ said Will, looking at him pointedly. Freckle faced boy blinked fast.

'Ummmmm… Wha-What? Oh, yeah!’ he dove into his car and after a while he emerged, slightly red in the face, holding a bouquet of violets, that was slightly disheveled.

'It’s another victim of Mike The Driver.’

'Max, if you won’t shut your mouth, I swear to God…’

'It’s from us all.’ Dustin interrupted.

'For our favourite Weirdo.’ Lucas grinned and kissed her cheek, hugging her tightly. The rest of them followed his example (Dustin, as always, picked her up and twirled). Only Mike remained, still embarrassed, with a bouquet clutched in his hands.

'Um… Happy birthday, El.’ he handed her the flowers with the same expression with which he handed her his watch all those years ago. She lifted them up to her face, breathing in their scent. She smiled lightly, lifting up her eyes.

'Thanks. Come on in, everything is almost ready. ’

They squeezed into the house, chatting and laughing at Mike. El put the flowers in a vase, pouring water into it.

'Um… Could we… Talk alone, El? ’ asked Mike nervously. She furrowed her brows but nodded and pulled him by the hand to her room. He left the door slightly open, always making sure they’re not closed.

'I… I’ve got you something. ’ he muttered and reached into his pocket, taking out a small, blue box which he put in her hands. She lifted the lid and blinked at the delicate chain with a heart shaped pendant. She lifted it up, placing the box on the chest of drawers. Mike gently turned the pendant, showing her the engraving.

It was one word. “Promise. ”

'You like it…? I know it’s a little cheesy, but I thought…’

She lifted her eyes (she had to lift her chin up, because her head was on the same level as his chest) and clipped the chain around her neck, smiling at him radiantly. He smiled his own nerwous smile. She took his bigger hand into both of hers. He seemed to be pulled towards her slowly, leaning slightly. He was so close she could count his freckles. His nose touched her cheek and he closed his eyes. Her hand found his hair, fingers tangled in a mass of curls and waves, the other one on his neck. She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his, giving in to the feeling of his skin under her fingertips and his soft lips and warm breath. His hands rested hesistantly on her waist, and then found her face, gently touching her chin, cheekbones, and jawline. They broke apart, breathing in. El rested her face in the crook of his neck, wrapping her arms around his chest and smiling to herself. He kept his eyes closed, embracing her.

'El…? I…’

The sound of cars pulling by the house. Too many cars. Way too many.

'Everyone out!’ sharp voice 'Hands up, don’t try anything stupid!’

Their eyes met. Huge, brown eyes, filled with terror that never quite vanished. Darker ones, just as terrified but full of determination. This time he will do it. He will protect her. He has to.

He clutched her hand and walked to the kitchen where everyone stood or sat, frozen on the spot. No one said anything. No one even dared to breathe. Mike let go of Else hand for a second, grabbing a broomstick and gripping it in his hands. Hopper laid a heavy hand on his arm and shook his head.

'Stay here.’ Joyce gripped Hoppers arm 'I will be fine, Joyce, okay?’ he said soothingly and gently realeased himself from her grasp. He headed outside. He opened the door and was greeted with a dozen guns pointed at him.

'Whoa, whoa, let’s calm down, okay!’ he lifted his hands above his head. He found the face of a man in a suit, with white hair and cold eyes. - We had a deal, Brenner.

'Hand the girl over and no one will be harmed. ’ the man said calmly.

'Over my dead body. ’ Jim growled.

'If you insist. ’

Brenner took the gun from under his jacket and aimed at the chief. A sharp noise could be heard and Hopper screamed in pain, falling to the ground and gripping his thigh.

'That was a warning. ’

And it did work. The second the shot was heard, everyone ran out of the building. Joyce launched herself towards Hopper and El stood in place like she was rooted in the spot.

'Hello, Eleven.’ the same chilly smile. The same seemingly soft tone.

She felt like her lungs were filled with lead. Suddenly she was back in between white sterile walls. She shut her eyes closed, feeling her hands shake.

'Brenner.’ Mike growled at her side, and throwing the broomstick away, he threw himself at the man, swinging at him with his bare fists, punching him in the face with all of his force.

Then everything happened really fast. Brenner holding on to his, probably broken, nose, Mike being restrained by one of the agents, her whole family, all of her friends with guns pressed to their temples.

Martin Brennera straightened his back, hissing slightly.

'One stupid move, and the boy will die. You know I’m not lying, don’t you?’ the agent holding Mike put the gun to his head, gripping his hair. The boy grimaced with pain and powerlessness, staring at her.

'What do you want?’ she turned towards the man she once called “Papa”.

'I want you to come with me. ’

'NO!’ roared Mike. The gun got pressed firmer to his head. El felt the tears welling up in her eyes.

'If I go… Will you leave them alone? All of them?’

'El, have you gone mad?!’ it was Lucas, trying to rip himself out of the grip of the man holding him. She looked at them all. Max looking at her with a mix of determination and disbelief. Dustin casting her a begging look. Will staring at her, paralyzed with fear. Joyce, who had the same look in her eyes that Eleven saw the night when they were looking for Will. Look of a desparate mother. El pressed her lips together, trying to remain calm. Jonathan, Nancy, Lucas, all of them equally shocked. Hopper, who was being almost held up by the agent, looking at her with eyes glazed over in a look that wasn’t on his face for the first time in his life. Look of loss and despair.

Her eyes found Mike’s face once again.

'El, no, please don’t, please don’t… ’ he was crying. Tears streamed down his face, his lips quivering. 'Please don’t go back there, there must be another way, please, please, don’t go with them… ’

In a desparate impulse, he looked at Brenner.

'Leave her alone, please…’ his voice broke. the man didn’t even bat his eye.

'This boy seems to care for you great deal, doesn’t he, Eleven? And so do you. It would be a shame if something happened to him. We don’t want it to happen, right?’

So this was her new Room. He wasn’t trying to scare her with darkness and cold anymore. He found another way to make her do exactly what he wanted.

'I’ll go. ’ her voice sounded distant, foreign to her, like it wasn’t her speaking.

'NO, EL! You don’t have to do this! I’d rather die than…’

'Mike, listen to me. ’ her voice broke. 'Everything will be alright. ’


She took his face in her hands, wiping his cheeks with her thumbs and looking into his eyes. She could almost feel the guns pointed at her.

'I love you. ’ he choked out, staring at her with despair and fear.

'I know. ’ she whispered and pressed her lips against his salty ones in a short kiss. 'Goodbye Mike.’ she said it so silently against his lips only he could have heard it.

And out of sudden, he was twelve again. Once again, he stood powerless, seeing her leave, disappear in front of his eyes, sacrificing herself for him. Once again he could only cry and call out her name.

In a few minutes, it was all over, and Mike could only run after the cars only to collapse in the dirt and lay on the ground, sobs wrecking his whole body.


I don’t even know why I keep doing this to myself, honestly. But anywayyy, it was inspired by two wonderfuly heartbreaking songs, Forest Fire by Brighton and Where’s My Love by Syml, mostly the second one, because that was the one I was listening to while writing this. I’m sorry for all the mistakes, but English is not my native language so there might be some faults in there but I hope not to many, haha ^^

@alabasterswriting, tagging you as promised, thank you for being such a sweetheart and lifting up my spirits yesterday with all your kind words <33 I hope you enjoy this and not hate me too much for all the angst ^^

Asswipe [Damian Wayne Imagine]

Damian had never seemed to be a fan of anyone. You found him hard to please, compulsive, and he was a hothead if you ever knew one. You’d been living with the infamous batfamily for 3 months now, and almost everybody took a liking to your personality and tendencies, all except for Damian. The second Bruce sat everyone down and announced he was adopting you, Damian slammed his fists against the table and stomped off to his room. Dick was more than excited to welcome you into the manor. Tim was thrilled he had a new person to teach how to hack and code. Jason was pretty cool with you to begin with and couldn’t wait to hang out with you on a regular basis. All but Damian were happy. 

You had never done anything to Damian to make him dislike you besides the sarcastic remark every once in awhile. Bruce told you not to worry, because Damian hated everyone.You’d dealt with his rude comments and obnoxious actions for the past 3 months, and tonight was enough. 

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Tells Your Story, Part 5/5, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: Reader is asked to be a part of the Hamilton Mixtape

Words: 859

Author’s Note: Very short conclusion to this story! I didn’t really know where to go from where I last left it and I’m working on getting back into the flow of writing! Hope you enjoy! This is absolutely a celebration of this blog reaching 2,000 followers! Thank you for all the support and love!

Warnings: Lots of cursing. Like, wow, I curse a lot.

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“It’s just a birthday.” Lin pouted, completely unthrilled to be turning a year older.

“Yes! Your birthday!” You bounced excitedly, barely dodging the pillow he chucked at you, “Many years ago-” He sent you a pointed look, “A few years ago,” You corrected, “you were born! The entire world should be celebrating! It should be a national holiday! Parades and confetti and some really fucking good/ cake.”

He inspected you for a moment through groggy eyes. Squinting at your shameless bed head and your disheveled pajamas - unable to believe that you wanted to celebrate him.

“You had me at cake.”

“That was the last thing I said.”

“Then you should have led with that.” He rolled out of bed, slipping slightly on the day clothes he had carelessly tossed to the floor the night before. “I fucking love cake.”

While a normal Miranda celebration would normally be spent in his parents’ packed house, there were just too many people ready to celebrate to cramp them all in. Luis was in charge of practically everything, as he was the brains of any plan. You found yourself in a rented out club close to the Richard Rodgers, the smell of alcohol burning your nose.

Lin opted out of presents, insisting anyone who wanted to get him something should contribute to a charity from the list of organizations he publicly backed. This, of course, didn’t sway you from spoiling him rotten. Tickets to shows he never thought about seeing, the new game he had his eyes on, a tuning for the piano that had been sitting in the corner of his apartment for years.

You had rushed around the morning of his party in a panic when Lin went out to pick up breakfast to wrap your final gift. It was tucked away in the pocket of your coat, saved for later that night.

Your eyes scanned the club dance floor, expecting Lin to be at the center surrounded by tipsy friends. You squinted when he was nowhere in sight. Your eyes finally settled on the balcony door, propped open to let the cool air into the burning hot venue.

You made a beeline for it, smiling and making light conversation with anyone that stopped you on the way.

Peeking your head out, you found Lin casually leaning against the edge of the balcony, cradling his first beer of the night. He looked up when you stepped out, closing the door behind you. He instinctively held his hand out to you, tugging you close to protect you from the cold city air.

“The whole city is celebrating you tonight.” You mused, noticing the unusual commotion in the streets at the late hour. Everyone was up and just as thrilled about today as you were.

“Thank you for today. Although, these constant parties are aging me twice as fast.”

“Nights not over yet.” You reminded him, reaching into your pocket to pull his final gift out, “Happy birthday.”

He accepted the gift without argument. He had tried to fight against the ones from this morning - but now he knew better.

He placed his beer on the edge of the balcony, moving to unbox the gift.

Before you open it-” You rushed, stopping his hands, “-just know that I love you. This last year with you has been the best year of my life, it’s insane how much I fucking love you.” You fought the tears that sprang to your eyes. Lin pulled you closer, unsure of what else to do, “This doesn’t change any of that. It multiplies it by a million.”

You nodded to the box, telling him it was okay to open it now. He hesitantly cracked open the lid, tense at your tear stained face.

“Holy shit.” He breathed, pulling out the pregnancy test, the little plus sign glaring back at him, “Is this real?” He chanced a glance at you, as if looking away would make it disappear.


“I’m gonna be a-” He hesitated with the word, completely foreign on his tongue, eyes fixed on the plus sign.

“Lin.” His eyes shot up to yours, just as filled with fear and hope and love as his were. “You’re gonna be a dad.”

You were enveloped in the most complete embrace you had ever felt, Lin’s arms careful not to hold you too tight.

He rushed you into the club, storming right up to the DJ, stopping him mid-song.

“I’m gonna be a fucking dad!” He cheered into the mic, which was met by a more thunderous applause than any performance either of you had ever given.

He pulled you close again as his family bombarded the two of you in congratulations.

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you.” He murmured into your hair, close enough to where only you could hear in the sea of rowdy people.

“Promise?” You peered up at him under eyelashes. He grinned down at you, placing a searing kiss on your lips, the faint smell of cake frosting on your nose.

“Promise.” He answered as he pulled back, just far enough to let you breathe, “You’re stuck with me.” 

Vader: [text] happy empire day!!!!! 🥂
Vader: doing anything fun today???
Obi-Wan: You cannot be serious. 
Vader: what?? 
Obi-Wan: Yes, Anakin, I celebrate the time the republic fell, and I found out that you had pledged yourself to evil. 
Vader: oh fine be a bummer about it 🙄
Obi-Wan: How should I be about it? Hmm? What would you have me do? 
Vader: i dunno, we had a sheet cake in the break room today. that was fun 
Obi-Wan: Fine. I’ll get myself a cake. I’ll have them put “Happy “Day I Cut Off All Of Anakin’s Remaining Limbs” Day” on it. 
Vader: fuck u 
Vader: FINE next year MY cake will say ‘happy obiwans biggest failure day’ 
Obi-Wan: Next year I shall send you a card with a photo of my hair THAT I STILL HAVE. 
Vader: well ill send U a shirtless pic of what i looked like before u maimed me 
Obi-Wan: And I’ll send YOU an old picture of me smiling, since you took HAPPINESS away from ME!
Vader: ill send U a picture of those pants i had that u liked because u took THOSE away from ME
Vader: u know what im talking about 😘
Obi-Wan: Kriff my life. I really am going to block your number. 
Vader: sure 😏

apxlllo  asked:




Trucy would text Athena asking if she wants to hang out but Athena responds, “sorry, I have to go to a bird’s birthday party instead.”

Everyone definitely thinks that Simon is joking when he tells them all that Taka’s birthday is coming up and he’d like for them all to be there for his beloved hawk. And yes you’re so right Nahyuta literally cannot believe he has just been formally invited to Taka’s birthday party when he had to force Simon to have a party for himself, A PERSON WHO UNDERSTANDS THE CONCEPT OF BIRTHDAYS.

Klavier is so ready to laugh until he dies when he gets to Simon’s place, but Nahyuta sternly tells him that Simon has not treated something this seriously in a very long time. Klavier had better know how to play “Happy Birthday” on his silly guitar or else. It’s really hard to stay serious for his friend when Klavier sees them all putting on pointy party hats like how could he not be dying of laughter. But also Taka still looks weirdly threatening while wearing their own little party hat, so he shuts up and acts like a proper bird birthday party guest.

Honestly though instead of cake it’s probably just a ton of meat for Taka? (I don’t know hawk diets let’s be real.) But it’s all stuff that Taka rarely gets to eat so they got nuts when Simon brings it out. They barely get through “Happy Birthday” before big birb is squawking to be let at it. Simon takes pictures like a parent celebrating their kid’s first birthday and he doesn’t even care FIGHT HIM HE LOVES TAKA.

it’s literally so ridiculous and all of them are just so confused by what’s happening. Athena knew she should have expected Simon to do this, and Nahyuta is just mostly astounded that his brooding prosecutor bf is THAT much of a dork. Klavier is also rather surprised, but he’s so glad to know that Simon is such a proud birb dad.

I love this idea TOO MUCH

The Terminal, Ch. VI

Heart, cover your tracks -
The blood that you spill
Will wash what you lack.

The subway was almost empty so late in the night. It rattled along like a stray dog with its rickety ribs clamouring together as it itched its way through the almost empty neighbourhoods. The city was a city of almost’s. The city was almost asleep, almost awake, almost clean, almost dirty, almost alive, almost dead, almost quiet, almost deafening. Clarke leaned her head against the window and almost felt her clinical hours ending.

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Birthday starters!

“Happy birthday!”

“Is there birthday cake?”

“I usually spend my birthdays with pizza”

“Are this many candles a fire hazard?”

“Congratulations on being a year older”

“I think my dog ate your gift”

“Guess what I’ve bought you this year”

“It may be my birthday today”

“I’m now a year closer to death”

“I don’t want to be reminded that I’ve gotten older”

“This has to be the worst gift you’ve received”

“Are there party bags?”

“I don’t have enough candles for your cake anymore”

“I should have bought a ‘Merry Christmas’ card”

“You have to make a wish”

“What are the point of birthdays?”

“Well done on surviving another whole year”

“I hate birthdays”

“Don’t you dare wish me a happy birthday”

“I bought you a children’s cake”

“You’re getting the most expensive birthday gift this year”

“Why do we burn wax on top of a pile of sugar to celebrate existing?”

“Where’s my present?”

Stuckony AU

“Good morning.” Steve said as Bucky opened eyes.

“Mhm.” Bucky murmured as slowly awaking and comforting in Steve’s hug. “Where is our birthday boy?”

Steve just give him little piece of paper Tony left:

“I have a lot for work so I started earlier. Don’t forget about deal. Love you.”

“Who would say we would change him like that. Tony Stark was main man for party and now he doesn’t even want to celebrate his birthday.” Bucky said.

“We have to get him some present. I know he said he doesn’t want party nor presents but at least cake and some trifle, you know as a token of appreciation.” Steve said.

“Of course. I was saving money for that last two months.” Bucky said.

“So let’s get shopping.”


“We’ve been looking two hours for perfect present and still nothing…” Bucky said annoyed.

“Maybe we should get back to the first shop and buy that boots.” Steve said.

“Oh I would like to see him naked in that…” Bucky said already imagining.

Steve smiled but then suddenly grabbed Bucky’s metal arm. “Buck! I see it! I see perfect present.” he said and Bucky turned around.

Jewelry shop.

“See that beautiful sapphire ring? It looks like Tony’s arc reactor.”

“Wow.” was everything Bucky managed to say.

“Excuse me sir, how much is this ring?” Steve asked pointing on it.

“That would be 1375 $.”

“Damn. That’s more than my month salary.” Bucky muttered but Steve heard.

“But Tony is worth of that. Let’s buy it together.” Steve said.

“Okay, for Tony.” Bucky said, “He is definitely going to kill us.”

“You wouldn’t spend this much on me, right?” Steve asked.

“No, but Tony would.” Bucky laughed.

“At least someone loves me.” Steve pouted.

“Come on. I love you too.” Bucky said and hug him.


“He is coming.” Steve said.

“Where is lighter? Steve, you lose… Oh here it is.” Bucky started freaking out.

He light candle on cupcake and they started singing “Happy birthday to you…” as he enterted.

“Happy birthday sugar.” Bucky said and kissed him. So did Steve.

“Happy birthday honey. Make a wish.”

He closed eyes as he wished something and extinguish the candle.

“Thank you guys.” Tony said happily surrounded by his boyfriends in their warm hug.

“We have something for you.” Bucky said and Steve took blue box from his pocket.

“Guys you really shouldn’t spend on me. I told you already…” Tony stopped when Steve opened box. He was surprised. Really surprised.

“What do you think?” Bucky asked.

“OH. MY. GOD.” Tony went speechless.

Bucky took Tony’s hand in his and Steve put ring on his finger.

“No. I said no presents and you buy this. It must be too expensive. You spend all your savings. At least tell me how much is it I’ll give you money.” Tony started freaking out.

“Tony, Tones, look we are together now, so your money is our money. We share everything. Just enjoy beauty of it, please.” Bucky said.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Tony asked and both of them nodded. “I would give all my money for you two dumbasses.”

“Oh that’s nothing. I would sold my soul to devil for you two.” Steve said.

“Pff, I would sold you two and get rich.” Bucky said and three man laughed.

They exchanged few ‘I love you’s’ and had wild sex in every centimeter in house so if you are visiting them, you are notified.

Little White Lie

Jumin x MC Week

Day Seven: Birthday


MC tells Jumin she’s taking her midterms all day when she is actually planning his birthday party.

Happy Birthday, darling Jumin and thank you, @juminmcweek, for hosting an amazing week.

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Calling you.


rambling+missing you+drunk+college = this. 

No smut, but language. Uncharacteristically cutesy and light-hearted for me, but I hope still not too sugary.

Enjoy !

Caroline got out of one of the many shabby bars around Princeton, with aching foot from the killer heels she wore all night, and with the throbbing rhythm of that awful music drilling through her head from the amount of alcohol she consumed.

All she, and her friends, had wanted to do that evening was to relax, let loose, have some good time since they finally finished the ultimate exam period after weeks of brain wracking, all-nighters, coffee-induced hazes, subsequent zombie faces and no social life whatsoever.

Actually, she finally finished school. Now she only had to wait for the results in order to really close that important chapter of her life.

Their night of enjoyment really had been due, and frankly they deserved it. They all (theoretically) had their diplomas in pocket (a master in journalism and web communication in Caroline’s case) tons of loans to pay off and hesitant enthusiasm for their new lives on their minds.

She was proud to get her diploma, with good grades (and no she was not being presumptuous, she just didn’t work like a horse for weeks and months without the results she deserved). She was Caroline fucking Forbes after all.

And she really had a great time with the whole gang, minus one major nuisance.  

But, now that she was drunk, tired and finally free to think bout other things than classes, the thing that has been in the back of her mind for not only the entire night but also the last few weeks came back with force and she couldn’t put it away again: she missed Klaus really hard. Like, really, really, really hard.

She has not seen him for months, and with her exams and his new job at the MOMA, they couldn’t even find the time to communicate by phone or even Skype.

Caroline fumbled to find the pocket attached to her jacket, and after a few moments and grunts, took her phone quickly and (drunkenness severely obstructing her rationality) called him immediately. Even if it was approximately four in the morning. And he was most probably sleeping. And he had work early in the morning. Whatev’s!

The dial tone rang a few times, so much that Caroline even thought he actually wouldn’t answer, and finally, at the last ring, his tired, sleepy and gruff voice answered.

“Sweetheart? Why are you calling so late?” he paused, and then teased her, as usual. “You missing me?”

Oh, how she missed that accent of his, and his voice, and the confused, sleepy yet smirky, face she imagined he wore at that instant, and his wonderful curly hair she loved to grip hard, and his hands, and the heat of his skin, and his neck, and his…

“Caroline, love, is something wrong?”

She realized that while he waited on the phone for her to answer him, she had lost herself in imagining him, so she giggled, obviously.

“Hi baby… No, nothing’s wrong… I just reeeeally miss you babe.”

Klaus didn’t answer immediately, and she thought that maybe he had actually fallen back asleep while waiting for her to respond.

“How drunk are you, sweetheart?”

And apparently, she really didn’t do a marvelous job at hiding the slur in her words like she thought she had.

“Yeah… been celebrating the end of exams babe. I was out with Stef, Bon, Josh and Elena. Uhhh and Damon too, since potential drama is like chocolate icing on cake for him. I swear, I’ll never understand why is Elena mooning over such an asshole. The whole night he was explicitly trying to get on my nerves : “Care-bear, you sure you want that ice-cream, this shirt isn’t really fitting you that well already?”; “Blondie, maybe you should take a nice mimosa instead of that bourbon, wouldn’t want your clit to become a dick, am I right?”; “You sure seem eager for some fun tonight, what, Klausie not satisfying your needs Barbie? Oh right, I forgot, not really around anymore is he?” Why is that guy so fucking annoying?! Isn’t there like… a group therapy thing for aggravating people that you want to punch in the face and/or stab every time they opened their mouths?!”

She heard a deep chuckle in her ear, and thus, was reminded that she actually rambled to someone and not alone, like she thought she did. And that someone was actually her sexy boyfriend of three years, Niklaus fucking Mikaelson, artistic genius, intelligent psycho and panty-dropper extraordinaire. Mmh, and his dick! (Fuck, she won big with this one.) 

“I don’t know if there is such a thing love, I’ll look around tomorrow and ask a few questions to the right people, but if there is, consider Damon already on the waiting list.”

“Thank you sweetie baby, I knew I loved you for some reason!”

“How many drinks did you ingest love? I know it was at least a small dozen since you seem to be unable to stop calling me some declination of “baby”….”

“I don’t know boo, but definitely a lot… How can you speak so aloquently-, eloquin-, eloquen… good, when I just woke you up?!”

Her loudness control went away with each additional drink it seemed, or at least it appeared so judging by the few people that stood around her on the pavement in front of the bar and looked at her very strangely at that moment. 

Her boyfriend only chuckled.

“Call it inherent talent or simply, genius, love, your choice.”

She smiled like a loon at the omnipresent arrogance in his voice. She knew he exaggerated it only for her enjoyment (even if he was without a doubt an arrogant asshole sometimes) only to make her laugh. And she did.

But that laugh quickly quieted down.

“What is it Caroline?”

“I really do miss you Nik… I haven’t seen you in such a long time, I don’t even know which month it was! (Well I do know, because “Hello!” I’m still the kind of neurotic Caroline Forbes, but it hasn’t the same impact you know?)” 

She paused a little while he giggled,in a manly way of course…

“I know, I know… we were both super busy: me trying to get that damned diploma and finish those exams from hell, and you settling in New York for your new, fantastic, career-jumping job, but… I just miss you. I want to kiss you, I want to cuddle with you and wake up without having to take my phone just to hear your voice, you know?”

She only heard silence for a while, then a swallow, and finally Klaus answered, his voice a little more subdued and gentle.

“Sweetheart, I know. I miss you tremendously too. I’m so glad that you can finally come join me now that your exams are over. I would have waited even years for you, and I don’t have the words to describe how thrilled I am to talk with you, and hear you say you missed me as much as I did you. But, love, you shouldn’t cry, this temporary separation can come out as a positive period for our relationship.”

Caroline swept her cheek with her hand, and (she really hated to admit it) Klaus was right, she had been crying without even knowing. She felt good because of his reassurances, they had lost so much contact these last few weeks that uncontrollably she began having doubts about their relationship, Damon certainly did not help tonight. But, she was troubled by his last words.

“How can it be that both us missing each other like crazy is a good thing huh?! Were you happy that I wasn’t there? That you didn’t have to deal with neurotic, exam-stressed Caroline? … Are you having doubts about us Niklaus?!”

“Sweetheart, please, calm down. Don’t make allegations you know are not true. I’m saying, Caroline, that it is a good thing because it served a purpose for the long term. It shows that we’re not like all those other couples made during college years, that once in the real world or with a change of situation as big as ours just crumble… it shows we’re made to last, love. That we were meant to be. That we’re strong enough.”

“Thanks, now I’m crying even harder Klaus! Why do you have to be so damn… you?!” She sniffed a few times, and continued a little bit more composed. “I think I’m calling you this late more often from now on, if you are so uncharacteristically optimistic and romantic during the night? Were you having pleasant dreams? Is that why?”

She only heard a soft laugh, again, and a short bout of silence afterward.

“Sweetheart, take a bus and come to New York. Come to me. Let’s start our lives together.”

His voice sounded resolute and determined, as if it was the most obvious and natural statement in the world.

And it really was. (She was already running, well, trying to, drunk and in 6 inches heels wasn’t really the best combo.)

danganronpamegatrash  asked:

Um it's Iruma-san's birthday,are you guys going to celebrate it?

“It is? We should definitely celebrate it.”

“We have some leftover cake in the fridge I think. It should be enough since Chabashira-san and Amami-kun can’t eat anyways.” *gets the cake out of the fridge and sets it on the table*

“Nyeh, happy birthday Iruma! Hopefully you and everyone else come back soon!”

*everyone sings happy birthday*

anonymous asked:

Dark listen I am sorry this is your day. YOUR birthday,we should pay you more attention and not have mocked you. We should celebrate and have a good day with everyone, not hurt them. Do you really want to hurt the one person who brought you into this world to begin with? He let you live after all you did. You don't need to hurt your friends and family just to get attention.We will do whatever you want to just not killing people important to us. Come on we can forget this and get some cake.

Dark bites his lip and takes a step away from you. “Th-there’s no way that this ends well now. This is my game, and I designed it so I would come out on top. Stop trying to get around it!” He brushes his hair out of his face and gives you an angered look. “You have to play by my rules!”

Happy Birthday to pretty asshole Izumi Sena! Damn the timezones that makes this an awkward post bc its not yet 2nd of Nov here. (under the cut there’s me being sappy and cheesy about Izumi and about his birthday. I think anyone who talks to me regularly know how can I be when it gets to izumi so yeah, it’s just that. But I really felt the need to write it just because.)

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Caught Red-Handed (And Red-Faced, Red-Shirted- Food Colouring’s No Joke.)

What time is it? Time for BROTZLY BAKING PART 3 MOFOS!!

This probably isn’t my best offering ‘cause unlike the others which I wrote over a couple of days, I pretty much banged this one out in a fit of inspiration today. So apologies for any mistakes or incoherent bits- might go back and fix it later!

If you’ve missed ‘em you can read the whole series on Ao3 and maybe leave us the odd little comment if you enjoy? You’d sure make this struggling writer’s day ^_^

Right, time to get angsty and fluffy up in here- enjoy! 

Todd was puzzled. Which was pretty common, what with the kind of cases they got, but this was a very particular kind of puzzlement. From an unexpected but not unpleasant change in his life.

He was happy.

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Happy Birthday, jedikaren!

May 24 - Wintershock for @jedikaren

Continuation with Bucky’s daughters was requested, from this ficlet 

Written by @kathryn-claire-oconnor

“Why does all of this have to be in the same week?!” Darcy groaned, draping her arm across her eyes as her head dropped backwards onto the couch. She whimpered dramatically, her mind whirling with thoughts of dresses and flowers, weddings and adoptions, brownies and booze.

She, Laura – her volunteer event planner – Wanda – assistant wedding planner – and Vittoria – assistant assistant wedding planner – were all sitting in the middle of the floor. Currently, they were surrounded by empty sample plates from T’Challa’s chief cook. Currently, they were supposed to be deciding on a cake flavor for the wedding. Currently, Darcy had had it up to her eyeballs with wedding planning, so much so that she couldn’t even settle down enough to enjoy some cake.

Who got so anxious that they didn’t enjoy cake?!

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