should i get a cake and celebrate

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.

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 😏

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.

Askbox | Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

“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.” 

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

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?”

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!”

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.

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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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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Anniversary | Kim Mingyu | Requested

Request: sooooo is it okay if I ask for a Mingyu angst with a happy ending? Like I prepared dinner and baked a cake for our anniversary but he didn’t Coke home yeah something like that SARANGHAE -beagle anon

Pairing: Kim Mingyu X Reader

Genre: angst/fluff

Word Count: 1,362

A/N: Can you tell I’m horrible at titles? Lolsies. Anyway, my dear beagle anon, I hope you enjoy this scenario! I totally love writing over dramatic angst. And remember kids, requests are still open! ~Jasmine

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The Love Games 2016 - Entry Four!

Title: A Gift of Love (However Small)

Rating: M

Pairing/s and Character/s: Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark, Sae

Any trigger warnings and/or spoilers: none


      Summary: Canon compliant post-Mockingjay, per-epilogue.  The Mellarks celebrate the new-old holiday of Valentine’s Day with a special little gift

A/N(s): The title comes from a cross-stitch sampler that hangs in a relative’s house, which reads “A gift of love however small, is what I cherish most of all”




It’s the warmest February in District 12 that anyone can remember. Even Sae, who has spent more than 75 winters on the planet and who has a remarkable memory, tells me she’s never seen anything like this.

“There’s a fair wind blowin’. Change is comin’, Katniss, I can feel it in my bones,” she says. We’re drinking tea on Sae’s porch, in shirtsleeves despite spring being more than a month away. The lawns all around Victor’s Village are already turning green, and a group of children play tag, shrieking joyfully under a low grey sky. 

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anonymous asked:

How would Palatine react to feeling the Jedi Temple be 'purified'?


“Apprentice.” The holo flickered as Darth Plagueis observed his apprentice. “A disturbance I have felt on Corucant.”

“Yes Master.” Palpatine took a deep breath, dreading what he was about to tell the Muun. Hego Damask rage could be terrible and often taken out on those he thought to be responsible. “The darkness on Coruscant seems to be deserting the Jedi temple, as if its been…cleansed.”

“Yes. I can feel it. The darkness inside the temple is evaporating. Changing. The Force feels lighter then it has in years.” The Muun could see his own plans unraveling before they had even begun.

“Master, the changes seemed to start happening two years ago, when the Force cried out last time.” Palpatine ventured and Plagueis nodded in agreement. “Yes apprentice, and I believe it has to do with the broken Jedi.” The man hissed out.

The broken Jedi, the Jedi with the faded green eyes and broken Force spirit who went by the name Ben Kenobi. Palpatine had only seen him in the flesh once and had dismissed him as a threat. But now…

“What is your wish Master?”

“Bring me him. We need answers or at the very least to eliminate a threat we failed to see.” Plageueis stared at him. “Do not fail me Sidious. We do not have the luxury of the Jedi finding us out, not yet.” The hologram died out, leaving Sidious in the dark of his office.

“I will not fail.”


Qui-Gon chocked on his tea, coughing harshly while Mace pounded on his back. “W-What!?” He coughed at Yoda.

“A mission for Ben we have.” Yoda offered rather cheerfully, still sipping his own and pretending not to see the outraged expression blooming on Qui-Gon’s face.

“I know he is much healthier but I highly doubt Ben is ready for a straining mission yet. Especially not after the Sith shrine.” He growled.

Mace hid a smirk in his own teacup.

“Assigned a mission partner he will be.” Yoda continued. “Two years and two months since he arrived, Healer Che confirm his health. Physically Ben is able.”

“Its the mentally I question. He sometimes looses himself in the middle of conversations still.” The long haired master sat up, setting his cup down so he could have a more even ground with his grandmaster. “There is a high risk he could do that in the field.”

“Trust him you should.” Yoda countered and Qui-Gon looked away. “Its not that I don’t trust him but…I don’t trust the rest of the galaxy with him. He’s…had enough pain.” He sighed, could you blame him for wanting to wrap Ben up in a blanket and just hold him forever. “Do you blame me for wanting to shield him?”

“No. But perhaps you should hear where the mission is?” Mace raised his eyebrow.

Qui-Gon sighed. “…Fine, where?”

“Colate-Fu.” Yoda smirked at him.

“…The…the spa moon?” Qui-Gon blinked. It was considered a tourist destination, a highly popular one too for people with expensive taste.

“Good for him the healer says it will be.” The cunning green troll offered peacefully. “Courting him for several months you have now.” He continued.

Qui-Gon stared at him before slowly smiling. “I’m his mission partner.”

“There’s a trade dispute on Colate-Fu. The mission is of course official but…no one said you two had to come back the moment you were done.” Mace smirked at his old friend. “Unofficially, this is the Council’s bonding present to you two.”

“Bit early.” Qui-Gon chuckled, suddenly feeling a lot more relaxed.

“Only because this was a perfect opportunity honestly. We would have waited for the actual cermony but you know how hard it is to get away sometimes.” Mace shrugged.

“Bonding will happen when?” Yoda butted in.

“W-Well I’m not sure. I mean…”

“You’ve been courting him for half a year.” Mace raised an eyebrow.

“…I don’t want to push him. If his shields were stronger I may suggest a bonding ceremony now honestly.” Qui-Gon sighed, setting his cup away and leaning his elbows on his thighs with his hands stapled under his chin.

“A bonding ceremony may strengthen them.”

“Or be the thing that tears apart all the progress that’s been made. I know I’m prone to bantha rushing people.” Qui-Gon sighed again.

“Qui-Gon, you’re stubborn and sometimes you steamroll people yes. But you’d never hurt Ben.”

“Not on purpose.”

“Worried you are that you hurt him will?”

“You’re not?”

“After the way you behave around him. No. You’d defend him with your last breath.” Mace shrugged. “I’m honestly more worried what would happen if someone hurt him in front of you but I trust you to keep onto your light.”

Qui-Gon mulled over that before looking at them both. “…So…I should…bond?”

“Pair bond for now perhaps. Full on bondmate ritual can come when you two get home.”

“Big celebration it will be!” Yoda cackled.

“You just want cake.”

“Yes. Delicious cake for old masters.”

Remember - RapMon Birthday Scenario

A/N: Just when I thought I finished everyone’s birthdays… ;-;
And I know this is a day late, but I was honestly so tired yesterday, so here it is!

Genre: Floof

Word Count: 2205

“We should throw a surprise party!”
“No way. Last time we threw a surprise party, we scared him so badly that he was too ashamed to join us”
“Free cake for us tho”


That’s right. It happened every single year to everything. The numerous ways of celebrating only getting repeated, over and over and over.
It’s tiresome if you think about how many you would go through throughout your life. But none the less, it was still fun.

“You guys are just really bad at planning things. Remember when we tried to cook for Jin’s birthday but we ended up getting take out ‘cause you guys burned everything?” You said, looking at the pathetic glares they gave you.
“Well then what do we do Y/N? Since you’re ‘Miss Know It All’” Yoongi said, throwing his hands up for quotations.

“I suggest” You cleared your throat, “Two birthday parties” You smiled.
“Two? Why?”
“Well, one to spend with just me” You said, hearing giggles and coughs amongst the group, quickly making you mad, “Not like that! Just a nice date and stuff…”
Dessert’s gonna be on Y/N” Jungkook said to Jimin, nudging his shoulder and wiggling his eyebrows
“I heard that!” You blushed furiously, “Anyways, let’s just keep it chill on the other day, just all hang out in the dorm, a couple drinks, some singing, dancing, food, the usual. He doesn’t want a big party, he just wants to be with us, okay?”
“Yes Ma’am!” Jungkook and Taehyung saluted and you laughed, saluting them back.

“Well, what are you gonna do?” Jin asked curiously
“That’s what I need your help for” you smiled widely


Later that day you went to visit Namjoon in his studio. From the outside, you could clearly hear the bass echoing against the door. You knocked on it three times –the first two were totally ignored.
“Y/N! Hi! Sorry about the mess, come in!” He happily waved. He sat back down in his seat, the space in the room quite claustrophobic if you tried fitting another person in there.
You sat down on his lap, his arms wrapping around you to embrace you while he set his head on your shoulder, “I missed you baby” He said in his deep voice.
“Joonie~ I was only with the boys for 3 hours” You giggled
“Still! You should have been spending that time with me, the love of your life” He pouted, only making you smile wider
“I would have been a distraction, you like working in peace” You said, giving him a kiss on the cheek, “Anyways, I came here to tell you that we’re gonna have two parties for your birthday”
“What? Why?”
“Because the boys want to spend the day with you” You stepped off his lap, opening the door, “And I want to spend alone time with you” you winked playfully, “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
“Wait wait! Is that how you leave your boyfriend? Not even a kiss?”
“I gave you a kiss on the cheek” You smiled playfully, watching his face grow stern, “I’m kidding, come here” He stood up and embraced you in a tight hug, kissing your lips with passion, “I love you, have a safe trip home okay?”
“Okay” You laughed, “Love you too” You said as you waved goodbye and headed out the door.

As you stepped out, you saw the boys looking around the corner wall at you. You held both thumbs up, nodding frantically.
“It’s a go! Let’s get this plan started!”


For the rest of the night, you and the members spent time in one of the spare rooms of the company, decorating the walls. Every hour, a member would go up to Namjoon’s studio to keep him distracted from walking inside the place you were decorating, cause you knew that he liked to go there a lot.

“Shit” You said –accidentally- out loud.
“Namjoon’s done for the day in the studio and he’s going back to my place”
“That’s great! You haven’t been able to spend a lot of time together lately” Taehyung said as he hung up the last piece of string on the wall.
“No it’s not! Tae! I’m not home!”
“Oh… Right” He had a serious face for 3 seconds before bursting out into a laugh.
“Well then you better get going!” Hoseok said, giving you your bag and pushing you towards the door.
“Wha? But what about-”
“Leave it to us Y/N” Jin said comfortingly, “Go beat Namjoon home” He smiled.
“Oh my god, thanks so much guys! I love you guys so much” You said as you raced out the door, checking your phone to make sure he didn’t send anything else.

You quickly got in your car and started up the Engine, exiting the parking lot. Luckily it wasn’t too busy, you were able to get home fast and efficiently.
You unlocked your door and walked inside, instantly taking off your jacket, putting down your bag and getting things done in the kitchen. You could feel how hot you were getting from going so fast, there was probably sweat on your forehead.
You quickly microwaved food, finishing in time to hear a set of keys jingle from the door. You smiled as you set down the plates.

“I’m home!” He said, looking around for you. He didn’t see you anywhere, so he stepped inside and-

“BOO!” You yelled, making him jump back.
“Y/N! DON’T DO THAT OH MY GOD YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME” He said, just making you laugh harder, clutching your stomach, “Rude.” He said
“Sorry not sorry” you replied as you walked over, waving at him to follow you, “I just finished making dinner so eat”
“Oh wow, I haven’t had a home cooked meal in a while” he smiled happily as he sat down, digging in, “You’re not gonna eat with me?” He said, his mouth stuffed.
“I will in a bit, I’m just gonna go and change into something more comfortable” You smiled as you walked into your room.

You quickly called the guys, “Hey! Did you finish?” You whispered, not wanting Namjoon to hear anything.
“We actually just did! We’re just about to leave” Jin answered back
“I can’t thank you enough”
“It’s okay Y/N, this is for all of us!”

“Who you talking too?” Your head spins towards the door, mentally cursing yourself for forgetting to lock it. You quickly hang up, “No one” you smiled, face red. Namjoon took slow steps towards you, anxiety building up in you. He lifted your chin up with his hand, “Are you sure?” He asked, looking right into your soul.
He let go, “I’m just kidding, I saw the caller ID. You don’t need to hide Jin from me” He laughed as he walked back to the kitchen. You pouted before kicking him out so you could actually change into your pajamas.

After eating, you washed the dishes along with brushed your teeth and face before joining Namjoon –who was already fast asleep- in bed.

You kissed him goodnight and you felt as he turned over to wrap his arms around you. You smiled as you cuddled into his chest.


You got up early the next morning, making sure to give Jin a call and asking if everything was set and ready. When you got confirmation, you happily smiled before going back to Namjoon who was now rubbing his sleepy eyes awake.
“Y/N?” He said, his raspy voice alluring.
“Yes?” You replied as you dipped into his side of the bed.
“Why’d you leave the bed? I turned over and you were gone… I almost had a heart attack” He pouted as he pulled you into him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him softly, “I’m sorry. I’m here now” you smiled before kissing him again, “Come on birthday boy, let’s go out” You said as you patted his back. He only slumped more, “I don’t wanna” He pulled you in tighter before rolling you over on the bed so that he was on top of you, “I can think of a birthday present you can give me right now, and then maybe I’ll consider going out with you” He smirked mischievously as he planted kisses all over you.
You sighed, not disagreeing that you didn’t want this either, “You promise?” You said as your face filled up with heat.
“I Promise”


Later at around 4 o’clock, you got Namjoon to just wear something semi-formal while you put on a nice flowy –yet comfortable- dress.
You were just about to leave to house when Namjoon got a phone call. You tried your best not to smile, knowing your plan was coming perfectly into effect.

“What? Seriously? I-… Yes I understand… I know! Yes I’ll go in, just make it quick please” He sighed as he hung up on the phone. You cleared your throat and gave him the best “Curious” face you could put on.
“I’m really sorry Y/N…”
“Oh? How come?” You cleared your throat again when you noticed how happy the pitch came out.
“I have to drop by the studio, the manager wants me to pick something up… It’ll be quick though! In and out!”
“Oh…” You faked a small pout, “I’ll um… I can meet you at the dorm then”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes it’s fine” You smiled
“I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll be there as soon as possible!” You waved as you watched him leave the door, running to his car. You closed it when he disappeared from your sight and fist pumped the air. You quickly ran to your car and got to the dorm as soon as possible.
You knocked the ‘Secret Knock’ Jungkook and Taehyung made so that everyone knew it was you who was coming in.

“Y/N! Quick quick!” Jin shoved you inside, “He’ll be here any minute!”
“Do you have the lights set?” You asked, looking for Yoongi, aka the man who was in charge of them.
“Yes we did, don’t worry about a thing!”
“Wow, you guys really tidied up” you said as you looked around, walking to your designated spot.
“Yeah we-“
“GUYS! HE’S HERE!” Taehyung yelled but still whispering. In a blink of an eye, all the lights were shut off except for the one in the main foyer. After a few jingles of the door, it opened, revealing Namjoon behind it.
“Guys?” he said, “Y/N?”

Another light turned on and Namjoon jumped at the sudden scare. Before walking towards it, noticing there was a note on the table.

Happy Birthday Namjoon!

Happy Birthday Joonie!

Happy Birthday RapMon!

All over the paper, all written differently in various sizes and colours. He smiled as another light turned on. He steadily walked towards that one, looking inside every room, noticing no one was in it. Or so he thought.

As soon as he walked into the lit room, there was a little podium that had a picture frame on it. It was a picture of everyone, him included.
On the bottom of the frame it read, “Together, We Make a Family
Underneath the picture were scrap pieces of paper that all had writing on them. He took a closer look, each one of them were dedicated for him from all the members individually, and yours stood out in the middle.

Then the lights in the whole room turned on and when Namjoon looked up, all he saw was thousands of sticky notes covering every inch of the wall, each had a saying. He walked up to one side. He quickly gazed through them all. They were letters from ARMY’s around the world. Different languages, different sayings, but all to greet him happy birthday. He chuckled to himself and shook his head. They all did this for him.
He didn’t want too, but he felt the tears springing in his eyes. All the notes around the room was pure dedication of how much people cared for him, how far he has come.

“Happy birthday!” Everyone yelled. He quickly turned around to see all familiar faces, you were in the middle holding the cake and smiling ever so brightly. He took off his glasses to wipe away some tears as he smiled, sniffling when he blew out the candles. Everyone gave him a hug, including you, “I love you guys so much, you didn’t have to do any of this for me” He sniffled again.
“Of course we did! You’re our precious leader and we couldn’t wish for a better one!” Hoseok smiled. He leaned in to kiss you, ignoring all the ‘Aw’s’ from around him, “Thank you” he said, “I love you so much”
“No need to cry!” You spoke, “You deserve this! No, you even deserve more than this. It’s just, we can’t fit so many things in such a tiny room” You said, making him laugh, “You just need to remember that everything you do has an impact on millions of people. You aren’t bad at making music, you’re not dumb, and you’re not anything the haters say you are. We’re your family” you said, everyone smiling at Namjoon, “and don’t forget it”

~Admin Luna 


To Seb & Minka, @sebassstian-stan @kellyminks

Happy Wedding Day! I’m sure after weeks and weeks of planning and all the stress you’re mostly just glad to sit down, eat some cake, and watch your friends get silly drunk. You’ve earned it, no doubt. Love is always worth celebrating and when you find that truly special someone well…you have to latch onto that and keep it close.

I thought I’d get you just a few things to celebrate that bond and for you to use in your happy life together. The tea set is something I couldn’t resist. Everyone needs one, if for nothing else to say “shit, I should have brought out the set to make that pot of tea for your mum” or “darling, I’m so sorry, but I broke the tea pot.” Honestly, it’s pivotal.

The decanter and glasses are so that your drinking, whether it’s water or bourbon and wine, can always be elegant and always an occasion for celebration. I have a suspicion that at the end of today you’ll have lots of glassware, so I apologize for contributing to that.

This…novelty alligator? Seb knows what it’s about, Minka, if he hasn’t told you about his crazy gator obsession, it’s time he does that to keep the marriage successful.

Best of luck to both of you, if you need anyone to help drink a glass of wine or an excuse to have a tea party, you know where to find me.




March 30, 2016. 12.00 am *my time because you two live in 2 different timezone! >:)*

🎂🎂  Happy Birthday to Anita * @lilyssims  and T * @megusims * !!! Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Lily and T, happy birthday to you!  🎂🎂

This time, since I don’t have Megu-sim, the spotlight would be that alphabet T that Kei is holding *hahaha. lame I know xD* and Anita-sim, another birthday girl, the one with what-should-i-call-your-hair-color-lily? hair xD, well, the one next to Cyril obviously, with the peace signs. v(^_^)v

♥ So little candle, so big ass cake. Lily-chan, stop with the ‘peace-ing’ handsign and blow that damn candle! >:D T, the older you get, the older I feel. and you did call me old several times >.> haha. Stay wonderful. Love you both ♥ Wishing this to all others who had celebrated their birthday this month too, I noticed we have many March babies, I’m sorry I missed them T3T

The Butterfly Effect

I said I wasn’t going to write anything else, and this will show you why, because it’s tripe :/

I’ve never been to Dubai or Bali, or scuba-dived, so if this makes no sense, blame google! 

Read it on AO3 or here. 

No warnings except for poor quality and excess length.

So they say that when a butterfly flaps its wings in New Mexico, it causes a hurricane in China.

Another way to put that: when you go shopping in London, you fall in love in Bali.

I’d never have fallen in love if it wasn’t for that new year’s resolution.

No, wait, that’s not the start, let’s begin again. It all started when there was nothing on at the cinema.

No, let’s go back another stage… See when that chaos butterfly started flapping its wings.

I’m only in love, because he cheated. No not him, not the guy I’m in love with now. The other guy. The first one. The creep, the jerk I stayed with too long because I was afraid of everything. The guy who, I can see now, belittled me, and treated me like crap. I’m in love with this guy now, because of that guy. Maybe I should thank him?

So, let’s start at the beginning. The day I finished my Christmas shopping too early. Maybe, just maybe, if I’d taken longer, things would have been different. There’s that butterfly flapping its wings. I’d told Brock I’d be out of the house all day, I was going to go tackle all my Christmas shopping in one day, the first of December, maybe catch a film after to celebrate, get home around 10 at night. That was the plan. Then, flap flap flutter… I was on a roll, I had half the shopping done before I stopped for coffee. Had a cake to celebrate, made a list, set off for the other half. I was like a demon, in and out of the shops, that for Mum, that for Dad, that and that and that for Brock, because, well, we were in love, weren’t we?

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imagine the car ride over to the grocery store with pearl, garnet, lapis, and peridot though

peridot: why couldn’t amethyst come with us?
garnet: the last time we brought amethyst to the grocery store she freed the lobsters from their tank and forced them to fight each other for off-brand chocolate chip cookies.
lapis: i don’t understand half of what you just said.
garnet: trust me. if we had brought amethyst with us, the possibilities would not have been… good.
pearl: alright, what are we picking up from the store again, guys?
peridot: OOH! get a cake! steven’s a human just like andy and steven loves cake, so by default andy must love it too!
lapis: that sounds right. didn’t he say something about marriage? should we get him one of those too?
pearl: that’s not how marriage works, lapis.
lapis: well then how does it work? i thought humans could buy anything with money. that’s why they all want it so bad.
garnet: marriage is an earth celebration of love.
peridot: a celebration? that must be what andy wants! i’ll look up a list of human celebrations on my tablet!
pearl: why did you bring that.
lapis: a death celebration? why would humans celebrate the deaths of other humans?
garnet: there are a few humans i’d celebrate the deaths of.
peridot: wait, do you guys hear that? … HOLY SMOKES! THE CAR IS TICKING! IT’S ABOUT TO EXPLODE, WE ALL HAVE TO GET OUT NOW!!
pearl: wait peridot that’s just the TURN SIGNAL CLOSE THE VAN DOOR WE ARE ON THE HIGHWAY
garnet: i saw all this coming.
lapis: why didn’t you stop it?
garnet: i though it would be funny. …. i was right.

And what would your message be?

Pretty late greeting, but, Happy new year! @persephony Here’s my other gift for you for the @pjosecretsanta2016 event! I tried to add more characters to this but was unable to do so. I did manage to include your three ships, though :)

This fits more as a Christmas gift fic one but I was unable to finish on time. Sorry for the lateness

Pairings: Solangelo, Percabeth, Frazel

“Good evening, America and happy Christmas eve! This is Rachel-

-and I’m Katie! And you are listening to Olympus FM! the music FM that speaks to the mind and listens to the soul!”

“Merry Christmas, Katie and to our listeners a greeting of warms cheers and happiness to whatever you’re celebrating today. Or, if it’s just your normal day, a good evening”

“It’s a bit colder than usual today here and I hope you have your loved ones are close enough for cuddles cause who better to spend Christmas with than the people you love?”

“Unfortunately for us! We’re stuck here at the radio station cause everyone else had beat us to it”

“Well they did promise us gifts in exchange for our sacrifices, so, we’re holding that to them”

“But for now, Katie and I have decided to do something a bit more special. Something that would make each of us feel the true spirit of Christmas more-

-so we, for tonight, aside from playing all those beautiful Christmas carols, urges you, our listeners to call our hotline number

-for an opportunity to leave a special Christmas message to your friends and loved ones!”

There was the sound of the two DJ’s high-fiving each other.

“That’s right, for tonight, let’s stay away from the more direct approach of messenger or skype or even of facebook and do a thing that is a bit more different than how we usually do things” Rachel spoke in an encouraging tone “Let your loved ones and the whole of America hear you tonight! Give us a call and leave a message for your loved ones”

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Companions React #5

Companions react to finding out that today is Sole’s birthday!

Cait: “Hey, that stupid thing on your arm just said today’s your birthday.  Is that true?”

“I completely forgot about that,” Sole shrugged.  "It asks you to type in your personal information the first time you connect it, but I’ve been so busy lately.“  She laughed meekly.  "Well, at least one of us remembered.  Aw, well.  Let’s get back to work.”

“That’s it?  I think not!” Cait bellowed, throwing her arm over Sole.  A wide grin stretched across her face.  "We’re gonna get ya smashed, but the right way.  Then, I’m gonna make a proper woman outta ya!“

"What?!” Sole screamed in a frenzied blush.  "Y-you don’t mean–?  I am not having sex with you.  Or anyone, for that matter!“

Cait rolled her eyes, almost annoyed at the miscommunication.  "I didn’t say nothin’ about sex.  We’re gonna pick a fight, in a bar.  You’re only a real woman when you’ve beaten the piss outta some pigheaded man.  So let’s go!”

Sole dug her feet into the ground, barely able to stop Cait’s advancements.  "I-I don’t know about this,“ she stuttered. "Your idea of fun is … quite different from mine.”

“Don’t worry.  I won’t let nothin’ happen to ya!  Cross me heart.”

Sole wasn’t quite prepared for her night out with Cait, but somehow she managed to enjoy herself. Or rather, she enjoyed what she could remember.  They were able to piece together most of what happened, except for one thing– when the hell did they get matching tattoos?!

Curie: “Oh, merveilleux!  Today is your birthday?  I remember my fellow scientists celebrating their birthdays with such fondness!  What shall we do on this most momentous occasion?”

Sole waved at the suggestion.  "You don’t have to do anything, Curie.  It’s nice of you to offer, but I know you have things to do.“

"That can wait! Of course we must celebrate! That is what people do, no?”

Sole nodded impetuously. “Oh, this is another one of those experiments, right?  Observational and interactive science?  To see what it’s like to celebrate someone’s birthday, right?”

Curie shook her head, vigorously.  "No, no, you misunderstand! I didn’t mean it like that!  I genuinely want to have fun with you!“ She took a moment to compose herself. "If I have learned anything from observing the tradition, it’s that a birthday is something you celebrate with friends.  To show how important and cherished they are.”  She joined her fingers, nervously.  "We are friends, are we not?“

Sole smiled supportively. "Of course we’re friends.”

“C'est magnifique! Then, tell me what you’d like to do and I will make it happen.”

Sole laughed, bending her shoulder as she considered Curie’s offer.  "Honestly, I don’t really know.  I can’t think of anything specific I’d like to do.“

"Is there something wrong with your arm?” Curie asked, concerned.

Sole quickly ceased her actions.  "No, no, nothing’s wrong. I mean, I twisted it a bit on our last mission, but it’s no big deal.“

Curie frowned, then filled with excitement.  "I have an idea!”

With Curie’s help, Sole managed to have a very relaxing birthday.  For once, she was able to sit back and unwind.  Knowledgeable in various medical fields, Curie knew all of the pressure points in the human body, and how to manipulate them. Before the end of the day, she gave Sole one of the best massages of her life.  She also baked her a delicious croissant and taught her various French expressions.

“Merci mon ami!” Sole laughed, enjoying the thoughtful snack.  "Je vous remercie!“

Piper: "Oh, crap!  Today’s your birthday?”

Sole scratched the back of her head, embarrassed.  "I totally forgot about it.“

"We gotta do something!” Piper yelled, clutching her shoulders.  "Come on, Blue.  Let’s go have some fun!“

"Where?  Doing what?”

“Whatever you want!” Piper enforced.  "You wanna have drinks?  I’m paying. You wanna go dancing?  I’m dancing.  You wanna shoot the shit?  We’ll shoot the–“

"Thank you, Piper. That sounds nice, but I know you’re busy.”

“I’m never too busy for you, Blue.  We’re friends!”  She cupped her chin inquisitively.  "I know!  How ‘bout we go to the Dugout Inn?  Vadim will be ecstatic. He loves birthdays, and after everything you’ve done for him, he’ll serve you free drinks all night!“

"I don’t think Yefim will be very happy about that,” Sole laughed.  "Poor man.  I really do feel sorry for him sometimes.”

Piper snickered, picturing Yefim’s disapproving scowl in her mind.  "Yeah, I guess you’ve got a point.  Well, then what do you want to do?“

Sole shrugged, cocking half a smile.  "Is it bad that I kind of want to take advantage?”

“That’s my girl!” Piper wailed, laughing proudly.  "Let’s get this party started!“

Together, they spent the night drinking and playing darts; shooting the shit.  Vadim was happy to take part, making sure Sole’s glass was never empty.  As expected, Yefim exuded his dissatisfaction all night, but as Piper was quick to point out: a birthday only comes once a year.  To everyone’s surprise, Yefim offered them a room when the party began to dwindle. Whether it was out of the goodness of his heart, or to stop Vadim from serving more drinks, was anybody’s guess.

X6-88: "Is this correct, ma'am? Today is the anniversary of your birth?”

“Yes, but don’t worry about it.  You don’t exactly strike me as the celebratory type, X6.”

“On the contrary, ma'am.  A birthday is the perfect time for someone to look back on all their accomplishments and failures.”

Sole frowned. “Thanks … I guess.”

X6 nodded, then walked over to his closet and removed a newly upgraded courser jacket.  Without hesitating, he folded it over his arm and held it out to Sole.  She stood in place, staring with a confused expression, to which X6 huffed and forcefully pushed it into her chest.

“Take it,” he insisted.  "It’ll keep you safe.“

"But … I thought you were getting this made for you.”

He pushed up his glasses and headed for the door.  "A birthday is also a time for friends to shower you with gifts and admiration. While I may not always show it, I do consider you to be someone of great importance.  To the Institute, and to me.“

Sole smiled, hugging the coat.  "Thank you, X6.  That means a lot to me.”

He flinched, then cleared his throat impulsively.  "Come along, ma'am.  We have duties to attend to.“

Strong: "What a birthday?” Strong asked, annoyed by the blaring sound of the Pip-boy’s reminder.

“Oh, it’s something that humans celebrate once a year.”

“Why?” he asked, perplexed.

“Well, because it commemorates the day they were born.”

“Sounds dumb,” Strong spat.  "Who cares when leader was born?  Only thing that matters is today.  Not day of birth.“

Sole giggled nervously. "I guess that’s true.  But it’s more to celebrate the fact that you’re alive than to celebrate the past.  It’s a time for friends and family to show they’re happy you’re alive.”

“Strong already happy you’re alive,” he huffed.  "Don’t need reminder or to celebrate.“

Sole laughed softly. "Thanks, Strong.  I guess it’s the thought that counts.”

Dogmeat: Dogmeat didn’t know why the Pip-boy was wailing, but it excited him.  He saw Sole smile as she cancelled the sound, then quickly lower her head, a deep sadness sweeping over her.  He didn’t know why she was suddenly so down, but he was determined to fix it.  He grabbed her original Silver Shroud hat and ran around, wagging his tail.  She chased him, trying to get it back, but he refused to stop until she filled the air with her lyrical laughter.

When she finally got a grasp on the hat, he let go, causing her to fall back.  The moment she was grounded he leaped onto her chest, whining and licking her face.  Sole smiled and scratched behind his ears as he soaked her face in wet kisses.

"Thanks, buddy,” she whispered.  She hadn’t laughed that hard in a long time.

Codsworth: Codsworth didn’t need the Pip-boy to remind him.  He remembered on his own, and he surprised Sole with a perfectly baked birthday cake.

“Wow!  Thank you, Codsworth!  How did you do all of this?”

“It wasn’t easy,” he admitted, his voice strained.  "I had to go through several traders and pay them handsomely to find and bring me the proper ingredients.  It was chaos for the longest time.  Then, when they finally gathered what I needed, I had to cook it with my thruster because there aren’t any working ovens here.  Took me six hours.  Do you know how hard it is to decorate a cake without disposable thumbs? And don’t even get me started on mixing the dye, what with these thick, tentacle-like arms of mine.  And you know what else?  MacCready and Cait tried to eat it!  They completely messed up the first layer of icing, but I caught them just in time.  Of course, I had to do all of this behind your back, which was even more nerve-wracking because you could have easily discovered the surprise at any given moment, and–”

Sole giggled, cutting him off prematurely.  "Thank you, Codsworth.  I’m sorry for all the trouble.“

Codsworth sighed, regretting the rant.  "I’m sorry, mum.  I’m just so happy you’re here.  I missed you, and to be able to celebrate your birthday again is … well, it’s a feeling I can’t quite describe.”  He paused, hearing his circuits whirr.  "Oh, my.  I wanted this to be perfect, and now I’m rambling.“

"Not at all,” Sole beamed, taking a moment to appreciate all his hard work and hardships. “I’m glad you’re here too, Codsworth.  I couldn’t imagine this day without you.”

“Mum?” he said with a festive tone as he handed her a knife.  "Would you care to do the honours?“

"Of course.” She sliced into the cake, stunned by the perfect, spongy consistency.  "Oh, my god,“ she chuckled.  "I’m gonna get so fat.”

Codsworth scoffed. “Not so long as I’m around to make you healthy meals,” he pressed.  "And I plan on sticking around for a long, long time.“

"Good,” she said, giving him a friendly tap.  "I wouldn’t have it any other way.“

Preston: "Is it really your birthday, General?  We should celebrate.”

“Thanks, Preston, but it’s not a big deal.”

“I beg to differ,” he challenged, with no real force behind his words.  "If anyone deserves a good time, it’s you.  People like you– good people– are hard to come by nowadays.  It only seems fair.“

Sole scratched her nose, humbled by his praises.  "Thanks, Preston.  But I’m really not that special.”

“You really don’t think so?” he asked, his tone dejected.

“A-anyway, I can’t think of anything I’d like to do, so….”

“Hmm.  I think I might have an idea.  Come with me.”

The walk wasn’t long, and in no time at all they reached the Abernathy Farm.  Sole hadn’t visited them in almost a month, but she spent a week with them prior, making sure they were well supplied and well defended. She helped them plant a new garden, bought them a guard dog, and even built them a robot for security and manual labour.  She was happy to see them flourishing, independent and happy.

“Hello!” Blake yelled, welcoming them with open arms.  "Connie, Lucy, come quick!“

Everyone ran out to meet them, greeting them with a hug.

"What brings you to the farm?” Connie asked, excited that Sole had returned.

“Today’s her birthday,” Preston answered, shamelessly.

“P-Preston!” Sole yelled, embarrassed.  "I’m sorry, I didn’t know he was going to–“

"Birthday?!” Lucy shouted, grabbing Sole’s hands.  "That’s great!  You have to stay for dinner!  Everything’s made from the garden you helped us plant.“

"Oh, I don’t want to impose.”

“I insist,” Blake chimed.  "Please.  It’s the least we can do. And there’s plenty to share, thanks to you.“

Sole blushed as they led her into the house.  She wasn’t sure why Preston told them it was her birthday, but her discomfort faded as the family told jokes and stories.  They even included Dozer, the robot who they now saw as a member of the family.  The atmosphere was homey, delightful, something Sole had come to miss.  Dinner was fabulous, nearly bringing tears to her eyes, but they refused to stop there. Blake brought out an old deck of cards, and together they played various old world games that Sole had nearly forgotten.

"Well,” Preston said, noting the time.  "I guess we’d better get going.  It’ll be dark soon, and we have to get back to Sanctuary.“

"That’s too bad,” Connie sighed.  "You’re certainly welcome to stay.“

"Thank you, but I’m afraid we have somewhere to be tomorrow.”

“Well then, thank you for visiting.  It was nice seeing you again.”

“You too,” Sole beamed, hugging everyone goodbye.

“Don’t be a stranger. Come back whenever you like!”

Sole thanked them again and followed Preston into the field.  He almost looked proud, but she wasn’t sure if it was self-pride or if she had done something to impress him.

“Thank you, Preston. I’m not sure why you brought me here, but I’m glad you did.  I had a lot of fun.”

“This is a special day,” he remarked, meeting her gaze with a smile.  "So I wanted to show you how special you are.  These people aren’t only alive because of you, they’re thriving.  You risked everything to help them, then went out of your way to give them more. You didn’t do it for money or because the Minutemen needed a spacious farm.  You did it because it was the right thing.  That’s admirable, and a sentiment not many people share today.“

Sole felt her face light up like a candle.  "Th-thank you,” she stammered, gripping her shirt.  "R-really, thank you so much.“

"You’re welcome,” he soothed, looking out to the horizon.  "Can’t wait to see what you’re gonna do next.  In another year, I bet we’ll have even more people to celebrate with.“

Danse:  Danse went pale as Sole switched off the reminder. Looking over, she could see his discomfort.  He had never looked so lost. She could tell he felt compelled to do something; say something, but it was clear he had no idea how to proceed.  She smiled, turning towards him with reassuring intentions, but before she could speak he cut her off.

"Happy birthday, soldier.”

“Oh, thank you,” Sole inflected, taken aback but his compassion.

His brows bent, still clearly dazed.  "I have to admit, I don’t really know what to do in this situation.“

"Members of the Brotherhood don’t celebrate their birthdays?”

“They do,” he answered quickly.  "Just, not with me.  I’m a commanding officer.  It would be … inappropriate.“

"No it wouldn’t,” Sole laughed.  "Kells celebrates with his subordinates all the time.“

"That’s different. Captain Kells has more–”

“Personality?” she mocked with a crooked smile.

Danse blushed, but covertly as he turned away.  "I was going to say more experience.  He knows his men well enough to have a few drinks with them, and he’s entitled to some down time.“

"Well, we’re friends.  Aren’t we?”

Danse flinched. “I … I can’t be your commanding officer and your friend.”

“Sure you can,” she chuckled, grabbing his arm.  "Come on, let’s go have a drink.  If anyone here needs to unwind, it’s you.“

Danse remained silent as she dragged him to the ship’s rec centre.  He wasn’t one for alcohol, but to Sole’s surprise he was perfectly contented eating several Fancy Lad’s Snack Cakes.  She was actually impressed.  They were so rich she could only eat two, but Danse downed at least seven or eight. The sugar rush opened his mind, and they had a lovely time bonding over their love of gun mods and power armour.

"Thanks for this,” Danse whispered as he began to crash.  "I know it’s your birthday, but I really enjoyed myself.“

"So did I,” she soothed, taking another sip of her drink.

She watched as Danse lowered his head onto the table, inevitably passing out from his childish high.  At that moment, Haylen and Ingram walked over, curious about the odd setting.  When Sole explained, the women burst out laughing.

“Come on,” Haylen said, offering Sole her hand.  "Lets keep this partying going.“

"What about Danse?” Sole asked, still snickering.

“Leave him,” Ingram quipped.  "It’ll be funny to see what he does in the morning, when he realizes he fell asleep at the bar, surrounded by cake boxes.“

"That’s cruel,” Haylen lectured.  "He’ll be … humiliated.“

"I know, right? Kind of a birthday gift in itself.”

Sole shook her head. “Come on.  Help me get him to bed.”

“Oh, fine!” Ingram sighed.  "But after that, we’re tearin’ this ship a new hull!“

"Sounds like a plan,” Sole laughed.  "Sounds like a plan.“

Deacon: Deacon grinned the moment he heard the alert, which made Sole a little nervous.  He grabbed her shoulders and shook her violently, like a chid shaking a gift before Christmas.

"Why didn’t ya tell me it was your birthday?!” he shouted, teeming with excitement.

“I-I forgot. Please stop.”

Deacon backed away, rubbing his chin.  "Well, obviously we gotta do somethin’.  I’m sure Glory’d be down for celebratin’.  Des, too.  Oh, and Tinker Tom, for sure.  And–“

"I appreciate it, Deacon.  I really do.  But everyone’s busy.  Let’s not make a big deal out of this, okay?”

“Hey.  It’s no secret that I’m a bit of a loner, but I’ll be damned if I don’t take the time to celebrate my friend’s birthday.”

Sole smiled, nudging his arm.  "Thanks, Deacon.  But honestly, I really don’t know what to do. Desdemona and the others really are busy, and I don’t want them to drop everything for me.“

"Then how about we celebrate?  Just you and me.”

“O-okay.  What do you have in mind?”

Deacon paused, taking a moment to consider, then grinned and pulled her into the HQ.  Between all of his outfits, he managed to perform a one-man comedy show, specially for her.  Sole was dumbfounded, finding herself ruined by every bad joke and pun he threw her way.  She couldn’t help it.  He had so much personality.

“Why can’t Powder Gangers and Boomers ever be together?  Because their relationship is explosive!”  Sole laughed loudly.  "Hey, did I tell you I went to Diamond City the other day?  I saw a really hot girl, but when I brought up my V.A.T.S. it said I had a 0% chance of hittin’ that.“

Sole covered her mouth, tears forming in her eyes.  "I never knew you were so funny,” she wheezed.  "I mean, I did.  Just … not in this way.“

Deacon shrugged and took a seat on his makeshift stage.  "In another life, I might’ve been a comedian.”

Sole grinned, crossing her arms.  "Liar.“

"Okay, but I may have played the role of one.”

“Now that’s believable.”

Deacon chuckled, feeling a sense of accomplishment.  "Happy birthday, partner.  Glad I could put a smile on your face.“

"Thanks, Deacon. I really appreciate it.”

“Anytime,” he winked.  "Anytime.“

MacCready: MacCready didn’t say a word.  The moment Sole silenced the reminder, he grabbed her hand and led her into the forest just outside of Sanctuary.  When she asked where he was taking her, he asked only that she trust him.  When they reached a decent clearing, MacCready handed her one of his rifles and pointed to a collection of glass bottles and targets.

"What is this?” she asked, gripping the chamber.

“I come here to keep my skills sharp and do some thinking.  It’s my own special space, I guess you could say.  But I don’t mind sharing it with you, especially since you could use the practice.”

Sole smiled, raising an eyebrow.  "Is that so?“

"Definitely. I’ve seen you shoot.”

“You sure about that? Because I think I might be better than you.”

“Whoa!” MacCready breezed, throwing his hands in the air.  "Let’s put those delusions on hold for a minute.“

Sole laughed. "Well, I’m at least on the same level as you.”

“Really?  Care to prove that?” he challenged, his eyes narrow.

Sole grinned, cocking the barrel.  "With pleasure.“

The forest filled with gunfire as they engaged in the friendly competition.  They even expanded their game, shooting moving targets; old leaves blowing in the wind, branches, and the occasional roach and bloatfly. There was something restful about the whole experience.  Something soothing.  They counted their hits, informing the other of their progress until they both ran out of ammo.

"Forty-one!” MacCready announced, confidently.

“Thirty-seven,” Sole sighed.  "Looks like you’re my better.“

"Aw, don’t feel bad. You were really close.  I’d say we’re on the same level after all.  Just like you said.”

“Thanks, MacCready. For everything.”

“No problem,” he said, taking back his gun.  "Let’s head back.  It’s getting dark.“

"Yeah.  We’ll have a few drinks to celebrate your victory.”

“You mean your birthday,” he corrected, slapping her back.

Sole nodded and took the lead.  Before he followed, MacCready popped the clip, seeing five bullets spill out onto the ground.  His face paled as he sauntered towards her.

“Hey, you didn’t let me win, did you?”  Sole quickened her pace, laughing as she ran past the trees.  "Hey!  You didn’t let me win, right?!“

Nick: "It’s your birthday?  Why didn’t you say something?”

“To be honest,” she whispered, tapping the screen.  "I completely forget.“

Nick frowned, then stood from his desk.  He knew, under the circumstances, that Sole was undoubtedly sad.  She’d lost her son, her husband, her home, her entire life. He knew those thoughts were likely pervading her mind.  How could she enjoy her birthday without her friends and family?  He knew that pain all too well, being stuck with the old Nick’s memories.

"Hey, don’t look so down,” Sole mewed, knowing exactly what he was thinking. “It’s no big deal.  I’m fine.  Really.”

Nick had gotten to know her quite well since becoming her partner.  Working cases with her, helping others, conversing on a more personal level; he picked up a few things.  He knew what she missed, what she loved most about the old world.  Determined to make the night festive, he removed his trench coat and grabbed his old radio, tuning it to some light jazz.  He placed it on his desk with a smile and took Sole by the hand.

“W-what are you doing?” she blushed as he closed the gap between them.

“Dance with me,” he said, though as more of a question than a demand.

When she didn’t fight him, he grabbed her waist and spun her sideways.  She was embarrassed at first; feeling his cold metal hand trace her back, but as the music blared and he lead the steps, she fell into the rhythm nostalgically.  She didn’t notice, but Nick was nervous, too.  He was willing to risk a little humiliation, though, if it meant giving her one piece of her old life back.  She smiled as he twirled her in time with the beat, giggling until he too was enjoying himself.

They danced well into the night, until Sole was completely spent.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” she wheezed, collapsing onto the couch.

“I’ve actually never tried,” he confessed.  "The real Nick danced all the time, but I wasn’t sure I could pull it off.“

"You definitely pulled it off.”

Nick smiled, taking a seat beside her.  "Happy birthday,“ he wisped.  "I know you … miss dancing.”

“Thank you,” she beamed, patting his hand.  "That was a lot of fun.“

"It was,” he concurred.  "I guess I kind of missed it, too.  In a manner of speaking.Sole giggled and stood. “Round two?” she asked, posing perfectly.

Nick chuckled and took her hand.  "As many as you want. Remember, I don’t get tired.“

Hancock: Hancock was speechless.  The first thing that came to mind was chems, but he knew Sole wouldn’t take them.  He paced back and forth like a lost child, desperate for an idea.  He knew she’d been through a lot, and he wanted to create something fun and distracting.  Something that would take her mind off of all the shit and anguish she’d suffered since leaving the vault.

"Hancock,” Sole chipped, nearly laughing at his troubled expression.  "Calm down.  We don’t have to do anything.“

"You’re damn right we do,” he rasped.  "I never miss the opportunity to party.“

"Don’t worry about it,” Sole waved.  "Really.  It’s not important.“

"Of course it is!” he yelled, almost affronted.  "It’s you!  It’s– damn, I’m not good with this stuff at all.“  He cringed, rubbing the back of his neck.  "Listen, I wanna do somethin’ for ya.  Just … let me, alright?”

Sole nodded gratefully. “If it means that much to you. Thank you.”

“It does,” he stammered, a reddish line spreading over his cheeks.  "Just give me a minute to think of somethin’.“  He continued to pace, deep in thought. Just as Sole was about to speak, he snapped his fingers sharply.  "I got it!  Come with me!”

Excitedly, he grabbed Sole’s hand and rushed her out of the estate, taking her to the Third Rail. With a chivalrous grin, he seated her at the bar and addressed old Whitechapel Charlie.

“Tonight, my friend here drinks free,” he said, slapping her back.

“Sure thing, boss man.”  Charlie swiped her a glass of gin, without delay.

“Oh, uh … thank you,” she stuttered, holding the cup still.  She wasn’t a big drinker, but she didn’t want to insult Hancock after such a kind gesture.

“Don’t look so concerned,” he said, nudging her shoulder.  "That’s not the real reason we’re here.“

Sole tilted her head, confused.  "Then, why–?”

Hancock grinned and headed for the stage.  He waved at Magnolia, then gestured for her to step down.  She did as asked without question, and although the room immediately missed her singing, no one complained.  He whispered something in her ear, and with a smile she handed him the mic.  Sole watched in awe as Hancock strolled onto the stage and signalled Charlie to start the music. She cringed, worried that it would be terrible, but the moment his lips parted, a profound hush fell over the crowd.

He was amazing.

Sole sat in utter disbelief as Magnolia joined her at the bar.

“Good, isn’t he?”

“My god.  I … I had no idea.”

“You must’ve done something to impress him,” she hummed.  "He doesn’t sing for just anybody.  And to get him up on stage like that?  Sure, the man has no shame, but performing isn’t exactly his style. He must really care about you.“

Sole blushed, tapping her foot as Hancock dedicated song after song to her and her alone.  A smile filled her face as she slipped into an almost euphoric state.  The raspy tint of his voice seemed to completely disappear with each note.  It was gentle and endearing; like an angel, but strong and exciting.  When he completed the track, the crowd cheered, blown away by their mayor’s talent. He removed his tricorn and gave a prideful bow, then joined Sole once more.

"Judging by the look on your face, I’d say you approve.”

“I … I can’t believe how good you are,” she stressed, still in shock. “Hancock, you’re incredible!”

“And that’s not the end of it,” he winked.

“What?  What do you mean?”

“I still have one more song.”  He sat forward, smiling seductively.  "Happy birthday, to you~“

"Stop it,” Sole laughed, pulling away.

“Happy birthday, to you~”  He inched closer, taking a hint from her body language and grabbing a bottle of vodka.

Finishing the song, he left Sole completely breathless.  Maybe she wasn’t ready to be with him; not in the way he wanted, but he’d completed his goal.  He made her forget all of her worries, and the rest of the night was eventful and fun. For now, that was enough.