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bts-reveries · 3 years

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wishlist

characters: Yoongi x OC!Sohyun and Hana [ft. Yuna and Hoseok, mentions Huimang, Hana’s friends, and Taehyung(the group as well)]

genre: family and fluff

request: [anon] Hi there! My suggestion for the drabble series is maybe Hana puts down getting a baby brother/sister on her birthday wish list, and neither she nor Yoongi knows that Sohyun is already pregnant, so Sohyun gets to surprise her husband and daughter? 💛

a/n: hana is turning eight here (WEIRD.) i know it’s a big age gap, but she turned four in daddy diaries and she was seven by the end of the tmbmil series asdfghjkl this is assuming jungkook and rina got married right after taeyang was born and yoongi proposed right after their wedding and then got married in a few months and then hana’s birthday rolls around after and sohyun is already pregnant by then : D also my sister and i are seven years apart so it’s not tHaT bad~

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Hana’s birthday was nearing and it was always a special time for the couple.

Not only is it almost their daughter’s special day, but also the anniversary of the first time they met and the anniversary of the bakery’s opening.

Hana was only three when she came crashing into the grand opening of 24/7 Heaven, meeting Sohyun for the very first time. She was looking for the perfect birthday cake then. Now, four years later, the bakery owner became Hana’s mom and the wife of her dad. Yoongi and Sohyun got married not too long ago.

He proposed to her in the most perfect way actually.

A cake, made by him and Hana, with the words ‘will you marry me’ written on top.

So it was a special time. It’s their first meet-aversary as a married couple. The bakery was having an event for it’s fourth birthday. And of course, it was the start of getting Hana’s wishlist checked off.

As always, she had the general wishes.

As she got older, they started to change more and more.

“Have you done your list yet?” Yoongi asks his daughter, peeking into her room. Hana scrambles out of her bed, where she was reading a book, and goes over to her desk.

“I finished it last night, I forgot to give it to you,” she said, pulling out the list from under her other books. “Here you go daddy. Do you and mommy need any help for the bakery’s fourth birthday by the way?” Yoongi was happy to know that as she grew up, she got sweeter and sweeter.

Maybe it’s the effects of being in a bakery almost 24/7.

“Yes, mommy and I will need help later, but we’ll call you out then. For now, mommy and I will be looking at this,” he says, holding the list up. Hana smiles up at her dad, giving him an ‘okay’ sign.

Yoongi turns and walks out the door, already scanning the list.

“Why do you have that look on your face?” Sohyun asks her husband, watching him frown at Hana’s wishlist. Sohyun was on her laptop on the couch, ordering last minute party supplies for Hana’s birthday.

“She wants to invite boys from her class,” Yoongi says, looking up at his wife who starts to laugh at him.

“Let me see,” she says, reaching out her hand for the paper. Yoongi hands it to her as he sits next to her.

“It says: invite friends.” She turns to Yoongi with one eyebrow raised. “It didn’t specify whether it was all girls, all boys, or both.”

“Assuming it’s both, I’m sure her boyfriend is in there. She wouldn’t just write ‘invite Taeoh’,” he huffs.

“Even if it did, you’d still invite him because it’s on your princess’ wishlist,” Sohyun says, knowing she was right.

“I guess. Let’s look through it and see if we can get some done today. I’ll ask her for the names and make the invitations later.”

“Sounds good. Now let’s see,” Sohyun says, humming as she goes down the list. “Typical Hana, a lot of this is her general wishes. Party, perfect cake, all her friends and family~”

“There’s a back side!” Hana yells from her room. Both her parents look up, turning the paper around and their eyes widen.

“Baby brother (or sister! That’s okay too)”

“Hmm,” Yoongi says. “Well that’s a hard one.” Sohyun laughs nervously.

Little did they know.

That’s already one check done off of the list.

It wasn’t too long ago that Sohyun found out that she was expecting. She figured that it would be perfect to announce it to both Yoongi and Hana on the night of her birthday. Once everyone’s gone and right when Hana thinks the presents have stopped coming.

- hana’s birthday -

“Is that the kid?” Hoseok asks, watching a little boy hand Hana a gift. Yoongi glares at them.

“Mhm,” he says.

“Thank you Taeoh,” Hana says, taking the gift her friend was giving her. Boyfriend as Yoongi says.

Hoseok laughs at his hyung, but that smile quickly drops when he sees his own daughter standing next to her boyfriend. Huimang and Hana take taekwondo together and share the same friends. Which is why her ‘boyfriend’ was also at Hana’s party.

“You boys okay?” Sohyun asks, raising an eyebrow at the two. They both look away from their daughters.

“Fine, why do you ask?” Yoongi says, giving her a close lip smile. Sohyun laughs at the both of them, turning to look at their daughters.

“They’re just kids, don’t worry,” she says. “It’s just a baby crush.”

“Speaking of babies,” Hoseok says, suddenly remembering what Yoongi had told the boys previously. He mentioned to them about Hana’s birthday wishlist. About how this might be the first year he fails giving her everything.

Well, until the boys reminded him that four years ago when Hana wrote mommy on her list and he ended up breaking up with Sohyun.

That was something.

“What are you two telling Hana,” Hoseok says with a small laugh. “Should’ve told her to give you the wishlist 9 months ago.”

Yoongi sighs. “I know, I should’ve expected it. She’s been asking for one for so long.”

“I’m sure she’ll be understanding,” Sohyun says, trying hard to conceal her smile. She was pretty excited for the party to be over so she can spend some quality time with her family.

“Hey!” Yuna calls, rushing over to Sohyun and giving her a hug. “You’re telling them today, right?” She whispers, glancing down at her stomach. Yuna knew about Sohyun being pregnant.

Actually, all the girls did.

Only because Sohyun threw up at their mommy hangout and the girls had a feeling and told her to take a pregnancy test.

It was Sohyun’s first test and she was nervous. So of course the girls all helped her out and taught her how to use one. It ended with all of them screaming three minutes later and Sohyun sobbing with tears of joy.

“Yes, tonight right before her birthday ends,” Sohyun answers. “I’m like 95% excited and 5% nervous.”

“Ah!! I’m so excited, tell us everything after,” Yuna says, holding onto Sohyun's arms tightly. Sohyun laughs, nodding her head.

“I will, definitely.”

“So, did you enjoy your birthday?” Yoongi asks Hana, laying in her bed. No matter how old she turns, Yoongi promised to give her birthday cuddles before she slept. Hana cuddles into her dad’s side.

“Yeah, it was fun,” Hana says sleepily. It was nearing midnight, just about 10 minutes before. The group had stayed longer than everyone else (of course). Hana played with her cousins and was given extra hugs and kisses from her aunt and uncles before they left. Even Taehyung was crying, not wanting to let her go because, in his exact words: ‘Aigoo, you guys growing up is making me feel so old, I'm so sad. How are you already eight?’

“I’m sorry we didn’t get to check off everything on your list,” Yoongi tells her, rubbing her arm. He hugged her tightly, pressing his cheek to her head. As much as he just wanted to fulfill all of her wishes, he wanted Hana to have a sibling as much as she wanted one.

“It’s okay, I still loved everything you gave me. I’d be happy with anything,” Hana tells him, looking up at her dad with a smile on her face. Yoongi pouts, raising his hand up to caress her cheeks.

“How are you the sweetest girl ever?”

“Knock knock,” Sohyun says, peeking her head into the room. “Can I join?” The two smile up at her, motioning for her to come in. Sohyun reveals herself, holding a cupcake with a lit candle on top.

“Oh?” Hana says, sitting up in surprise. She smiles widely as she stares at the cupcake.

“Another candle to blow?” Yoongi asks. His wife nods, careful sitting beside her daughter.

“Your birthday ends in like 5 minutes. Is there one thing you really wanted today that you didn’t get?” Sohyun asks Hana. She knew what wish she would make. Hana looks up at her and nods.

“Okay make the wish then,” Sohyun says. Hana closes her eyes, intertwining her fingers in front of her.

She whispers quietly.

“I wish I could have a little brother or sister.”

It was just loud enough for her parents to hear. Yoongi looks up at Sohyun as Hana blows the candle.

“Done?” Sohyun asks. Hana nods and Sohyun puts the cupcake on her side table, turning back to her two loves.

“So that completes everything from the list right?” Sohyun says, looking back at the two. Both Yoongi and Hana looked at her confused.

“Oh didn’t I tell you two?” Sohyun says with a smile that she could no longer contain. “I’m pregnant.”

Yoongi’s eyes grew big and Hana smiled so wide, her cheeks turned pink.

“Mommy you’re pregnant?” Hana repeats, putting her hand gently on her mom’s tummy. Sohyun nods, putting her hand over hers. She looks up at Yoongi and laughs.

“Are you okay, hun?” She says, reaching out and pushing his hair back.

Yoongi’s face broke into a smile.

“Are you serious? Are you really pregnant?” Yoongi asks, hesitantly putting his hand on her tummy as well.

“Yeah, I found out about three weeks ago,” Sohyun laughs. “I figured I’d surprise you two before midnight.”

“You did it, you completed my wishes,” Hana laughs, leaning onto her mom and hugging her tightly. Yoongi couldn’t stop smiling as he joined in the hug, wrapping his arms tightly around his two girls.

At that moment, the clock struck 12 and Hana’s birthday was over.

They couldn’t help but think that at this time, next year, there'll be another person included in this hug.

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cheri-translates · 3 years

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[CN] Gavin’s 2021 Birthday Epilogue

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for content which has not been released in EN! 🍒

This follows directly after the events of Spreading Wings Date!

As the day gradually disappears and dusk settles in, a yellow hue reminiscent of an old photograph envelops the tiny cottage.

Gavin: On my birthday last year, I remember that we imagined how our future home would look like. This place that you’ve selected actually has some resemblance to what we imagined. In the future, we could use it as reference.

I uncover the box of the birthday cake, then stick a candle into it solemnly. I beckon him over with a wave of my hand.

MC: Let’s not care about the design of the house for now. There’s still one important segment we haven’t done yet.

Gavin arches his brows and walks over. His line of sight flits over the blue birthday cake. With a soft chuckle, he flicks the lighter on with ease, lighting the candle.

Gavin: You always have many tricks on this day each year. I’ve gotten used to it without even realising. If this segment is lacking on a certain year, I might feel that something’s missing.

MC: This is an indispensable segment in birthdays, so of course it won’t be left out every year!

At this moment, what do you want to do with him?

Option 1: Blow the candles

Option 2: Sing the birthday song

Option 3: Give him a birthday present

[ OPTION 1: Blow the candles ]

Gameplay - After tapping, blow the candle together with him

[Note] If you take a long time to blow the candle, you get this:

Gavin: Looks like you’ve already made the wishes I wanted to on my behalf, and that there’s a really long wishlist. You want me to blow it out with you? Sure.

[Note] If you blow the candle properly, you get this:

Gavin: My wish is really simple. You’ve always known what it is.

[ OPTION 2: Sing the birthday song ]

Gameplay - After tapping, sing him the birthday song

Gavin: There’s no need to worry if you go off-tune. It’s more than enough that you’re willing to sing for me.

Gavin: Even though it’s a song that’s frequently heard, it’s the most moving melody when you sing it.

[ OPTION 3: Give him a birthday present ]

After a simple ceremony, I grin while taking out the gift box that I had prepared since early on from behind me.

Gavin is slightly surprised. When he receives the box, a curious expression wanders in his eyes.

Gavin: You have another gift for me? Isn't this too grand?

I shake my head without saying anything, signalling for him to open the box.

Gavin lowers his head and opens the box. When he sees the gift inside, he can’t help but laugh.

Gavin: This is...

I retrieve a custom-made badge from the box, and gesture at his chest.

MC: This is a custom-designed badge. It isn’t meant to honour Mr Commander, nor is it a gift to Gavin.

MC: This is something that I’m handing to the person in front of me, out of a small selfish personal motive.

MC: What I want to tell him is that he’s worthy of everything, and is deserving of everything.

MC: This badge is an award for how he has protected my safety, taken care of my emotions, and enabled me to remain happy.

MC: It’s also a hope that he can live each and every day with even more happiness and fulfilment in the future.

MC: Of course - together with me.

Without waiting for me to finish, Gavin lifts me up into a hug.

In this tranquil moment, he lifts his head to look at me, chuckling while nodding his head.

Gavin: Understood, my one and only Miss Commander.

Gavin’s Birthday Return Gift

Your kind regards are too precious. Aside from storing them properly, I can’t think of any other ways. In the future, such kind regards can only be for me to see.

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc gavin

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janetbrown711 · 3 years

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"We'll figure this out" - Yakko

Yakko always knew he had a silver tongue, but he honestly hadn’t expected this.

Somehow, Yakko had not only convinced King Salazar to spare him and his siblings because they “knew a secret about the Wishing Star”, but he had also convinced the king to make them a full-on feast for them in his dining room. Yakko honestly had no idea the king would fulfill his request but was overjoyed that he did.

Wakko and Dot hadn’t seen that much food in their whole lives, and were eating like madmen. Yakko was delighted to see how happy it made them, and Yakko knew that even if the king caught them and knew they were using him, it would be worth it anyway. The food was delicious.

However, the King was getting impatient, but Yakko got quite a kick out of annoying him, and since he couldn’t punch him in the face, he figured annoyance sufficed.

“Now, tell me,” Salazar demanded, slamming his fist against the table.

“About what?” Yakko blinked at him innocently.

“The Wishing Star, you foolish child,” He growled, but Yakko wasn’t afraid.

“Oh right, that old thing,” Yakko nodded as he took a bite of the ham and kicked his feet onto the table. “Right, yeah, you see, the key to the whole thing is...” Yakko internally panicked as he tried to think. He looked at Salazar, who was a lot more threatening the closer he got to him.

“You have something on your nose,” Yakko pointed at him.

“What?” The King sat up and gasped. “Where?”

Thank goodness the King was a vain egomaniac.

“Right there,” Yakko pointed.

The King then sniffled and rubbed nose, asking, “Did I get it?”

“Ehhhhhhh, no,” Yakko shook his head. The King did it again and Wakko and Dot picked up on what he was doing.

“Did I get it now?” Salazar asked.

“Ew, no, now it’s over there,” He pointed to the other nostril.

“Ew! Get it off! Get it off!” Wakko and Dot said in unison. Yakko then leaned over to the king.

“Look- we’re trying to eat here. Could you go to the bathroom to take care of it?” Yakko asked. The King, being the major idiot that he was, nodded and went off to the bathroom.

“Okay sibs, now’s our chance,” Yakko nodded at Wakko and Dot, who immediately understood and they started to book it down the hallways, holding each other’s hands so as to not lose one another.

However, they came to a screeching halt when Salazar appeared in front of them.

“You horrible, horrible children! Who taught you how to behave?!” He shouted at them.

Was... was this guy serious???

“No one sir,” Dot’s face fell dramatically before she coughed weakly. “You see... we’re orphans,” Dot looked up at the King with puppy dog eyes, and Yakko and Wakko did the same, though they were nowhere near as cute as Dot.

“Ah, right. Well, everyone has problems,” The King turned his back and Guards took them to the throne room. Yakko pondering annoying him further, begging for him to adopt them, but Yakko would sooner die than say that. After all, it was his fault that their parents were dead, that all of this had happened. Yakko remained silent.

“Now, are you going to tell me the secrets of the Wishing Star or not?” King Salazar said.

“Nope! Never,” Wakko stuck his chin up, and Yakko was forced to play along. He still didn’t know what to do, but Wakko’s response wasn’t going to make things easier.

“Fine, we have ways of making you talk,” The King grinned darkly, and Yakko regretted his actions immediately.

The King then snapped his fingers and the Warner siblings were dragged off by guards to a dark, filthy, disgusting, and dingy cave that was absolutely freezing and likely full of spiders and other gross things.

“This blows,” Dot scowled at the area.

“But it did get us some time. Maybe we can even escape from here,” Wakko suggested, still holding out hope.

“Yakko, no natural sunlight reaches down here. we’re being illuminated by really old and dusty candles, look,” Yakko pointed up and Wakko saw them. “This is a cave, solid rock. We have to think of a secret and fast.”

The siblings sat in silence and tried to think, but the cold was distracting, and they all huddled close to preserve body heat. That, and Dot’s cough was only getting worse because of how dust and dirt ridden the cave was, and that was hard to ignore too. Plus Yakko hated spiders and boy were they everywhere.

Ultimately, Yakko had too much in his mind to think, which only frustrated him more, which made thinking harder, and eventually he just gave up and focused on keeping his siblings warm and close.

“We’re still together... that’s all that matters,” He thought to himself before yawning. He hadn’t realized how exhausted he was. They had done a lot of journeying in one day, and they’d have to somewhat repeat that if they wanted to go home, and hopefully they could avoid any other near-death experiences on the way back. Yakko had had more than enough already.

They sat there and tried to think for what felt like an eternity, hearing every creepy crawling thing move against the rock floor echo against the walls. Needless to say, it was a pretty miserable time, and they were almost grateful when the guards came and took them out and back to Salazar.

“So... are you ready to talk yet?” The King smirked as he sat on his throne.

“Yes, but please-” Dot coughed a little. “-don’t make us go back there!” She begged. Salazar chuckled.

“We’ll see now, won’t we?” He said and Yakko once again wanted nothing more than to punch him in his perfect teeth. He glanced at Wakko and it looked like he was having the same thought.

“Now, tell me the secrets to the wishing star,” He demanded. Yakko gulped. He hadn’t thought of anything, so it looked like he was just gonna have to wing it.

“It’s uh... not about what you wish it’s about... how you wish it?” He managed to say. Well, that wasn’t a totally terrible lie, and his sibs played along swimmingly, nodding their heads.

“Really?” The king’s expression softened as he pondered it.

“Oh yeah,” Yakko said, stepping forward and feining confidence. “You have to be really careful, things are taken so literally these days.”

“You don’t say?” The King stroked his stupid mustache. It was working.

“Absolutely,” Wakko chimed in.

“Now tell me, your majesty, what are you considering wishing for?” He said, sitting on the arm of his throne.

“Well- the top of my wishlist is to own the world,” He said, showing said list to Yakko.

“Nah, that won’t work. You’ll just get a globe,” Yakko said. “I bet that it’ll be nice, but it won’t be what you want. Try again.”

“Ah, I suppose that won’t do,” He frowned, crossing it off the list. Yakko couldn’t believe this was actually working. The King was such an idiot.

“How about fame and fortune?” Salazar asked.

“That’s the name of a popular book series. Try again,” Yakko shook his head.

“Rats... Oh! I know! I could wish for the King Midas’ touch, where everything I could touch would turn to gold” He snapped his fingers.

“That includes food, good luck eating a solid gold turkey,” Yakko rolled his eyes. Nobody could be this moronic, right?

The King huffed and leaned on the arm of the throne Yakko wasn’t sitting on. “I never realized this wishing business was so complicated.”

“Tell me about it,” Yakko huffed as well.

“Oh, I know! How about I wish for youth and beauty?” He jumped up and asked Yakko.

“That’d be more likely to get you a kid and a black horse than what you actually want,” Yakko shrugged, jumping down and rejoining his sibs on the floor.

“Well let me put it another way then... what about eternal youth?” He asked.

“You want to be a baby forever?” Dot raised an eyebrow.

“I suppose that’s a good point,” The king went back to thinking, right before standing up. “I know! I’ll wish for a million bucks,” He grinned.

“You do know bucks is another word for deer right?” Wakko tilted his head. Salazar growled in annoyance.

“Of course I do!” He said, grabbing his cape dramatically.

“Oh good, for a moment there I thought you were stupid,” Wakko grinned and Yakko internally facepalmed, fearing his brother had gone too far.

“That’s it! I’ve had enough with you incessant and dirty little monsters!” The King’s face was red as a tomato now. Apparently, he didn’t take too kindly to being called stupid. Go fig.

“Captain! Take them away!” He ordered and the Captain of the guard appeared in a flash.

“And have them executed.”

“Oh no, not this again,” Yakko panicked.

“We had a deal!” Wakko stomped his foot.

“Well, that’s the great part about being king,” Salazar leaned down.

“I can do whatever I want.”

After that, the guards began to push and shove them with their guns and they were taken far away from the throne room.

“Yakko- I’m sorry-” Wakko tried to apologize.

“It isn’t your fault Wak,” Yakko stopped him. He did not want his brother dying on a guilty conscience, that was for him and him alone.

Soon enough, the three of them were tied to two stalagmites in a different cave room (why on earth were there so many caves in this place?) and Yakko feared this was the end.

“Sorry to do this kids, but it’s my job, so let’s get this over with,” The captain said, tying a cloth around Yakko’s eyes. Well, at least they had some shred of mercy in their hearts to not make them stare down the guns that would be their end. “Any last requests?” He asked.

“Yeah, set us free,” Dot said. Yakko snorted a little.

“No can do, pretty missy. I have my orders,” The captain said, his armor clanking as he shook his head.

“Pleeeeaasseeeee let us go?” Dot said in her sing-song ‘i’m totally not manipulating you with how cute I am’ voice, and Yakko had no doubt she was using her puppy dog eyes, but alas, he couldn’t see because of the stupid blindfold.

“No way man! Forget it!” He said, though it was clear by his tone he was struggling to resist- Dot’s plan was working.

“Pwetty pwetty pwease? With whipped cream and a cherry on top?” She upped her game.

“Whoa, man! You’re working your cuteness on me, man! You’re irresistible cuteness! Stop,” The captain begged, but Dot had no mercy.

“Pweasy squesy pweasey weasy wheeze?” Dot pleaded more. There was a pause for a moment.

“Okay okay... fine! You win, man! You and your unspeakable cuteness! Untie them!” The captain ordered and the warners were untied. After they were freed, none of them hesitated to hug each other.

“Now fire!” The captain said, his head in his arm as he cried (Dot really did a number on him, huh?), and gunshots echoed through the whole castle.

“However can we thank you, sir?” Dot smiled up at the captain.

“Don’t! You’re free!” The captain jumped away from her. “Just no more of the cute thing, please,” he begged. “Just go!”

“Wow Dot, I think you may have actually broken him,” Yakko examined the man, before noticing that all the other guards were in agreeance too.

“I know, it’s a gift,” Dot smirked and flaunted her hair. Yakko rolled his eyes, and grabbed his siblings and they headed out of the castle as fast as their legs could carry them.

Soon enough, they had managed their way out of the castle and they could see it- The Wishing Star.

“C’mon sibs, we’re gonna make it,” Yakko said, a smile growing on his face as he ran. However, Dot screeched to a halt as a coughing fit overcame her, and she was forced to stop.

“I-i can’t make it,” She winced.

“C’mon Dot, we’re almost there!” Wakko begged. Yakko looked at his brother and they both took one of her arms and started to run again, practically carrying her.

“We’re almost there, Dot. We’re gonna make it. We’re gonna-”

Yakko heard the sound of a cannon going off and before he knew it, a large explosion threw him and his sibs off of their feet.

Yakko grumbled, having landed flat on his face. He struggled to get himself off, and he saw Wakko had landed right next to him and was rubbing his head. Yakko then looked over his shoulder and-

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Behind him was Dot, sprawled out in the snow weakly. She looked hurt- badly hurt. Yakko and Wakko quickly got themselves out of the snow and ran to her.

God, she looked so small and weak...

“C’mon Dot, please wake up,” Yakko pleaded, placing her head in his lap. She coughed weakly.

“D-dot? Can you hear me?” Yakko said, his eyes filling up with tears as he rubbed her cheek softly. Dot mumbled and opened her eyes slowly, looking like it took an incredible amount of energy.

Then, she smiled softly and touched his hand.

“Tell me the story,” She said softly. Yakko sniffled.

“Wh-what?” he asked, sharing a nervous, concerned, and confused look with Wakko.

“The story about mom and dad,” Dot said, giggling a little. “Tell me... one last time...” she coughed as it began to snow softly.

Yakko shook his head as tears fell from his eyes. “N-no. You need to get some rest. W-we’ll take you home a-and y-you’ll be okay. R-right Wakko?” but Wakko was silent as he looked at Dot with tear-filled eyes.

“Once upon a time...” Dot coughed weakly, “A brave knight married a beautiful princess, and they had two sons,” She said, looking at her brothers weakly.

“B-but they wanted a daughter too, so they planted a garden...” she said, before coughing more. Yakko closed his eyes and summoned his inner strength once more so he could speak.

“A-and out of the prettiest flower came..?” he asked.

“Me,” Dot smiled and squeezed his hand that was now on her shoulder.

“And so m-mom and dad took you home, a-and every night at bedtime they’d come in your room and they’d ask you ‘who’s the cutest girl’ and you’d say..?” Yakko was practically whispering.

“I am,” Dot said, her eyes growing heavier.

“And they’d ask ‘how’d you ever get so cute’ and you’d say..?” He scooped her up and held her in his arms, rubbing his head against hers.

“I was born with that way,” Dot said, looking at him in the eyes.

She looked so much like Mom...

“And they’d say, ‘tell us your name,’“ He said, bringing her closer and closing his eyes, willing with all of his might that she’d stay alive. “A-and you’d say?”

“Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the Third,” Dot managed to say. “But you can call me Dot.”

“And they’d ask, ‘can we call you Dotty?’ and you’d say..?” Tears were streaming down his face as he opened his eyes to look at her.

“No,” Dot coughed. “Just Dot. C-call me Dotty a-and you... die...”

Dot went limp in his arms.

Yakko couldn’t speak. He looked at her up and down, begging for there to be some sign of life. His breathing quickened and he rubbed his face against hers and he sobbed.

“I can’t afford to lose them, she knows that. She can’t die- she can’t be dead- Sh-she just can’t-”

Yakko continued to sob, a feeling of anguish and pain that took over his entire body and was totally and utterly indescribable and unimaginable to those who had never lost a loved one before. He heard sounds of people talking and shouting behind him, but he didn’t care.

His little sister had just died in his arms.

“I-i didn’t mean to! They were just annoying me! Those two and- wait where’s the other one?” King Salazar said, and Yakko realized Wakko wasn’t with him anymore. Yakko watched, dumbfounded and numb as Wakko ran with all of his might to the Wishing Star.

Everyone was cheering him on, while Yakko couldn’t get himself to say anything, still holding onto Dot. His eyes widened when he saw a cannonball be fired from the King’s Castle, and was aimed right for Wakko.

“Oh no- please no- I can’t lose him too.”

“Wakko! Watch out-” Yakko had started to shout but there was a large burst of light and everything fell silent.

Suddenly, Dot sat up.

“I feel much better now,” Dot said, sitting up. Yakko blinked.

“D-dot???” He stuttered.

“Hi,” Dot sheeped, embarrassed, but Yakko wrapped her into a hug he was determined never to let go of, sobbing yet again, but this time with relief and joy.

She was okay.

Which meant...

Yakko stood up, and picked up Dot, before running to their brother, who was standing and facing the star.

“Nice job Wakko, you’ve done well,” The face of a man in the star said to him. Must’ve been that fairy Wakko had mentioned earlier.

“The power of the Wishing Star is now yours,” He said. Yakko blinked.

That meant he hadn’t made his wish yet... He looked at Dot, who was looking away from him.

Oh he was so going to talk to her about this later.

“At the sound of the tone, please any wish you desire,” The man continued.

“Okay.. here it goes,” Wakko said nervously, closing his eyes and focusing really hard.

Abruptly, the Star began to glow and expand, and Yakko feared his brother might be standing a little too close. A bright burst of light broke through the area and suddenly the star was gone.

Wakko blinked and looked at his hands before smiling.

“Not one... but two ha’pennies!” Wakko showed them off. Yakko blinked, before walking over, setting Dot down, and examining the coins.

“They’re real everybody!” He announced and every citizen of Acme Falls (and even the royal guards) began to cheer and celebrate.

Wakko then looked up at his older brother nervously. “N-now I know what you’re going to s-say a-and-”

“You made the right wish Wakko,” Yakko put a hand on his brother’s back. “With that money, you’ll be able to pay for her operation and help revive the town,” Yakko said, smiling softly but proudly at his little brother. Wakko sighed a breath of relief.

“I was so afraid you’d be mad at me- b-but once I saw that Dot wasn’t d-dea... you know, I thought this was second best,” He said. Yakko nodded.

“Yes, you made the right call, it’s okay Wak,” Yakko said. Wakko nodded and smiled a little, before looking at Dot and hugging her immediately.

Yakko sighed tiredly, but couldn’t get the stupid smile off of his face. He knew he was going to have to have a long conversation with his sister about the stunt she pulled later, but for now..?

She was alive.

Wakko was too.

For a horrible moment, he thought he had lost them, that he was going to be alone a-and...

But he wasn’t.

They were there, and they were together and they were going to go home.

Dot was going to get her operation, and everything was going to be okay.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

#my fics #animaniacs #wakkos wish #yakko wakko and dot #angst #yakko warner #wakko warner #dot warner #heavy angst #tw guns #tw death

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hannisbrain · 3 years

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today’s your birthday

and god damn

when you blow out the candles

I wish you‘ll think of me

but,

let’s face reality

I didn‘t even make it to your wishlist

hannah.str

#Love #heartbreak #birthday #Quotes #Sprüche #unrequited feelings #liebe #herzschmerz #poetry

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dreamsofalife · 2 months

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((TAG DUMP~))

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dreamsofalifeold · 2 months

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((I did have a dream last night that might make a cool plot? I personally am not a fan of IT, but I think the premise of an entity that makes you live your worst fear is neat. I had a dream about writing a crossover of IT and Star Trek for some reason??? And it was also a dream within a dream. I was also at a rural Walmart, because my dreams are weird.

But anyways. Alien or creechur that makes you live your worst fears and having to deal with the consequences. I want my gorl to have to see both maggots, and face the deep-seated notion that she's fundamentally unlovable/the reason her dad died.))

#out of the grave (ooc)#cryptie shut up (mun speaks)#blow out your candles (wishlist)

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catboymingi · 3 years

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[09:57]

navi/masterlist

pairing: mingi x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 2.8k

warnings: none

sometimes all you need for a perfect future is the love of your life

“mingi?”

“hm?”

“would you ever want to marry?”

you were in your boyfriend’s arms, still in your pyjamas as you cuddled him, held him close as he did the same with you, barely moving, the only movement you could feel being his chest underneath your cheek which was rising and falling with his soft, even breaths. if he hadn’t reacted you might have thought he was asleep, and if you hadn’t spoken up he might have thought so were you. but you weren’t, neither of you, just silently enjoying each other’s presence and the warm morning sun shining into your shared bedroom, leaving the bed glowing with a warm yellow-orange hue, making the two of you feel like cats seeking out the sunny spot in front of the door to take a nap. you were incredibly cosy, wrapped in your blankets that weren’t needed but were still appreciated, and the cosiness and incredible domesticity of this moment had elicited your question.

“why do you ask?”, mingi asked curiously, unsure where the sudden question came from, but not as shocked as you’d expected him to be. and he didn’t sound opposed, either, hadn’t immediately said no, something you’d feared.

“i just realised we never actually talked about what we want for the future. how we want to go on, how long-term we’re planning to be, if our future plans are compatible. things like that. that was just the first question that came to mind about that, but it’s more about general plans.”

this explained why you’d asked about marriage all of a sudden and he hummed in acknowledgment, thinking.

“i want to be long-term. i haven’t thought much about what i want, i guess, i’m pretty comfortable how we are right now, in our little flat with the jobs we have and the life we have. but i guess i should think about it, to like… see if our plans fit together, as you said.”

“i’d like to marry someday”, you admitted, “it’s always been something i wanted. the promise of ‘i’ll be with you, i won’t leave your side even if things get hard’, it’s comforting. of course i know divorces happen and everything, but i still think it’s a nice thought”, nuzzling your face into his chest because you were kind of embarrassed and part of you was incredibly scared that he wouldn’t want the same as you, because that would most likely be a deal-breaker for you.

“it is a nice thought. i haven’t really thought about marriage before, to be honest, but if it’s the right person then why not? i guess it’s not a must-have for me, but if it would make you happy then of course i’d marry you, some day. do you have anything else you really want? childhood dreams?”

“i think i’d like to go back to the countryside. get my own little house there, just move back to where i came from. it doesn’t have to be the same village, but i always feel like seoul is so hectic, so loud, there’s so much happening at once and you can never just go out and run. i miss that, i miss the freedom of feeling like you’re one of the only people in the whole wide world. but i know you love seoul, and i don’t want to make you leave just because of me”, you continued telling him about your dreams, your hopes and wishes, but in a way also the insecurities you held. the fear that one of you would have to give up their happiness for the other if you wanted to stay together.

“you really miss the countryside, don’t you?”, your boyfriend asked after he’d shuffled some so that you were no longer on top of him, instead the two of you were now face to face and he was looking at you with gentle, serious eyes.

“i do. i don’t think i’ve ever really felt at home in big cities, but i had to move for university, and i kind of just stayed here. i met you here, so it’s okay though.”

“if we get a house on the countryside i want an alpaca”, mingi told you, not actually suddenly because it fit with the topic, but sudden to you because you hadn’t expected this of him, not expected that he might genuinely consider moving and much less that he already had a plan for your first pet.

“an alpaca?”

“that’s been something i wanted when i was young”, a sheepish grin on his lips that you wanted to kiss so bad, but he was speaking and you were curious to hear what he was going to say.

“i used to love alpacas as a kid, i loved how soft they were and i’d tell my parents that when i’m big i’ll get an alpaca. i obviously can’t get one here in seoul, but if we move away maybe i could.”

he’d never considered moving away because he did love seoul, loved the endless opportunities, loved that there was always something to do, but he loved you more, and he was curious to see what living on the countryside was like, too. he’d always lived in seoul, different parts of it, sure, but he’d never not been a part of the big mass of people living in the capital, an anonymity he enjoyed, feeling like he was part of a big whole, like his individual mistakes weren’t so bad because for every mistake he made another person in seoul did something right. but maybe the anonymity and comfort of seoul could be replaced by a new kind of comfort, a comfort found in familiarity, in community. and, of course, in being with you in a place that genuinely made you happy.

“so an alpaca is on your future wishlist. any other things you’ve wanted but couldn’t get? or generally, things you want for your future. i want to know what would make you happy”, moving closer to finally peck his lips, shortly and sweetly, trying to show just how much his happiness meant to you. how much he meant to you.

“sunflowers. just lots of flowers, if i don’t have a black thumb. you know i need something to do, so a little garden is also on the wishlist. maybe i could even build a treehouse for our kids at some point.”

it seemed like he hadn’t even realised that he’d talked about having kids with you as an obvious part of your future, but that little word made you perk up, curiously and surprised again.

“kids?”

mingi wasn’t able to judge your tone, so he half backtracked, kind of insecure about something he wanted for his future.

“only if you want kids, too. it’s fine if you don’t, i just kind of really want a big family. or, not massive big, but maybe two kids, or three, i don’t know. but obviously this is your choice more than mine.”

“i love you”, you started your reply as you thought of how to continue, “and if i’m honest i’ve kind of thought about it too. when we were at the store two days ago and you helped this little boy find his mum, that was really cute, you were so sweet and gentle with him. not that you aren’t usually”, you quickly elaborated just in case he might get upset or insecure, “but that just felt… different. i don’t know how to describe it, but i noticed when you’re around kids you just… change, in a way. it feels like you adopt every single kid you’re around for the time you’re around them, and i love seeing that. but i’m kind of scared of everything kids mean. of the pregnancy and of not being a good mother, i’m scared of not being able to give them a secure environment. if i ever get kids i want to be ready, i want to have a house and a stable job and i want to be married to a man that’s going to stay and that’s going to work with me through all the hardships. and i guess i want you to be that guy.”

you were just rambling, really, but mingi got incredibly touched by your words. they were so honest, vulnerable, too, and they made his heart swell with love and adoration and a new, strange feeling. a really strong feeling of being home with you, really being home with you. in that moment he realised that he’d go to the ends of the world with you if that was what you wanted.

“i want to be that guy”, he said quietly and seriously, “i want to be there for our entire future. that’s how long-term i want to be. on your ninetieth birthday i want to be the one to hold your dentures as you blow out the candles.”

this image made you smile, both because it was silly and because it filled you with warmth.

“i want to spend my life with you. whatever future you want, as long as i get to be a part of it, i’m in.”

“you’re going to make me cry”, because tears were genuinely starting to form in your eyes, tears of appreciation and happiness and tears showing just how much his words touched you.

he just pulled you closer, craning his neck a little so your head fit in under his chin, so you could bury your face in his soft, warm skin as you fought back the tears, and his big, perfectly holdable hand rubbed your back.

“i love you. whatever you want, i want to be there. i want a home with you, i want a family with you, i want my entire future with you. if you want to move to the countryside, i’ll get a job on the countryside, and then we’ll get a house on the countryside, with enough room for if we decide to have kids, and a garden and a treehouse and an alpaca and your beautiful drawings all over the walls. i saw an article online a while ago, of this lady in i think poland that drew traditional patterns all over the houses in her village. i want you to paint our house like that, to put all your cute little knick-knacks everywhere. i want to make it a home with you, a home we can stay in. something that feels like us. i want my name on the doorbell, but then it’s our name. i want all of that, with you.”

your face was still buried in his neck and once his little speech was over he started kissing your head, softly and lovingly, a lot of small kisses that made you feel more loved than you’d ever had with anyone else before. mingi already was your home, but the thought of getting a new home, a physical place to call home with him made your heart speed up. he was everything you needed to be happy, but the joy you’d feel if you created a future together would be unmatched.

“i love you too. and i love your name. you really want me to get it?”

what you were really asking was you really want to marry me?, and he knew that was what you meant, his answer being a clear yes now that you’d put the image of a future with you into his head, the image of you in a beautiful dress walking towards him, the image of the two of you always wearing the ring that showed that you belonged with each other. he hadn’t been an especially romantic guy before he met you, and marriage had never been something he’d considered necessary for a happy relationship, but while he still didn’t think it was essential for a happy relationship he now thought that being together so clearly, so officially, so seriously might just make him the happiest man in the world. and the practical part of him knew that, especially if you decided to have kids, it would make things much easier. so yes, he wanted to marry you.

“you and no one else. except for maybe our little nuisances.”

the way he talked so affectionately of the children you didn’t even have yet had you press your head more closely against his shoulder, face now one hundred percent hidden in him, and had your heart clench happily and with a never before felt adoration.

“and your alpaca”, you added, lips brushing against his skin with every movement, and both this and the fact that you had so willingly accepted that you’d be getting an alpaca made him smile that huge smile you loved so much, even though you weren’t able to see it right now.

“and our alpaca.”

then, suddenly, the thought of the alpaca and your countryside house set a random bit of information free in him that he’d somehow forgotten about until now because it had never been important, but now it might just be the most important thing in his life.

“i might have a house for us”, in a voice coloured by wonder because life might just be playing right into his hands, and maybe starting a future with you could really be this easy.

you removed your head from where it was hidden at these words, looking at him curiously and with shining eyes, shining so brightly that he couldn’t help but kiss you before he explained.

“my parents are supposed to sell some uncle’s cousin’s twice removed or whatever’s house for his widow. i don’t actually know who he was or what the house is like, but i know that i never met them because they lived in the countryside and as a kid i wasn’t interested in watching cows chew grass all day. but maybe we could ask them to visit the house, check it out, because i know they’re desperate to sell it. and maybe we could get it for a good price, because i’m like, family and everything, if you want i can call them this afternoon? and we can visit this weekend.”

he’d talked himself into an incredible excitement, so that by now it sounded like it was actually him who wanted to move to the countryside and he was dragging you along, not vice versa.

“you’d really move away from seoul with me? like, you want to? it’s not just something you do to keep me happy now? because if you’re just doing it to keep me happy i don’t want to move, i don’t want you to start resenting me because i dragged you away from everyone and everything you know, i don’t want you to be bitter and angry and-”

you were shut up by him kissing your nose, and when he noticed this small moment of quiet surprise he took advantage of it and kissed your mouth now that it was no longer rapidly moving.

“i’d move to the end of the world with you without ever regretting it. i think a cute little house in the countryside really isn’t the worst option. and if it makes you happy then i’m happy.”

then, because your eyes were starting to shine in a different, suspiciously teary way again, he added: “and if we move to the countryside we can get a whole army of kids and no one can complain. and they can all ride on my alpaca.”

you surprised him when you grabbed his head and pulled him closer, hand buried in his hair as you crashed your lips against his, a passionate kiss that made it clear just how touched you were, how much you loved him, how much you wanted this with him, wanted a future with him, how grateful you were that you had him and would continue to have him.

“i’d love it if you called your parents about that. though we should maybe know where it is before we agree on a visiting time.”

“i’ll call them right now, what do you think? and then we can look for flowers we want in our garden. i think that’s easier to plan than an alpaca”, his signature goofy grin, “and we have to pick some that are going to look good in your wedding bouquet.”

in that moment you couldn’t have been happier, and neither could mingi, extremely excited about the possibility of being able to plan his future with you, an actual, tangible plan, as tangible as deciding on flowers for your garden of your first house.

“i think i love you”, you replied, causing your boyfriend to smile the beautiful smile he’d smiled before but that you’d missed, the one that made his eyes disappear behind his happy cheeks, before he replied: “and i think i love you too.”

and because he loved you so much he was going to marry you, and he was going to make it as perfect as you were.

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andiwantneedlusthenrycavill41482 · 3 years

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Birthday Girl Teaser

Birthday Girl

Teaser

I Hate Fucking Hate My Birthday With A Passion!

Knowing my luck, someone would remember my birthday. Hope they were ready to be decked because that is the first thing I would do. Ok, might not be such a good idea considering half of the majority of the clients were celebrities. Seriously, when was the last time someone famous even remembered the receptionist’s birthday?

Ok so far so good, no one had approached me to mention my birthday. No way to bring or draw attention to myself that was until I neared my desk when I saw a large bouquet of Salmon-colored roses. That just screamed it was someone’s birthday or anniversary. Whoever sent me the roses would be in deep, deep trouble. I noticed a card attached to the roses, good a clue as to who was on my hit list as of now for making it a bit obvious to any of my co-workers it was a day I would like to completely forget. I took a quick look around to make sure the coast was clear before I slipped the card off the roses to read.

Does your Birthday Wishlist include “Sex”? Because that’s what I got you. Happy Birthday. I know that you like me, so why not act on it.

Love,

Your secret admirer

Birthday Girl Will Officially Be Blowing Out Her 30 Fucking 9 Candles On April 14, 2021

#5SOS Imagines #Birthday Girl Teaser #Ashton Irwin Smut #Birthday Sex #Aries #Fucking Thirty Nine #Coguar #39 Year Old Virgin #Dirty Thirties #Aries Birthday #Older Woman Younger Man Relationship #Birthday Checklist You Me Birthday Cake Sparkling Cider Birthday Sex #Sexy Times #Sexy Famous Aussie Drummer Secret Admirer

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paradoxicalpatton · 5 years

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Fanders Secret Santa!

@starswingsandthings @secretsanders

Hello there! I’m Patton, your Secret Santa! I read through your wishlist, and unfortunately I’m a terrible artist. I am however, a pretty decent fic writer! So I thought I’d write a cute Prinxiety fic as your present! I didn’t really have anything to go off, so I googled some Christmas prompts and found one that I thought was perfect. I hope you like your present, Happy Holidays!

Prompt: To impress them, they learn all of the words to their favorite Christmas carol. And they doesn’t even like carols. Or Christmas. Or singing.

Pairing: Prinxiety

Au: Human! Au - Virgil is waiting at home for his housemate Roman, who goes to visit his parents for Christmas. However this Christmas, Virgil realises his true feelings for his best friend.

Word Count: +1.5k

You can click here to listen to the song Virgil sings!

The sound of the crackling wood from the fireplace filled the apartment, the warm light touching every object in the small living room, shadows resembling Christmas stockings covered the walls. Sitting on the sofa was Virgil, his favourite constellation quilt that Roman had made over his lap. On the small side table he’d moved next to him was a cup of camomile tea, his phone, and Roman's gingerbread candle. In his hands was ‘The Murder of Roger Ackroyd’ by Agatha Christie, a book his brother Logan had recommended to him. Looking up at the wall, Virgil noticed that the clock read 9:00. “Roman should’ve finished dinner by now.” he thought to himself. Placing the bookmark in his book, Virgil closed what he’d been reading, and replaced the book in his hands with his phone, sending Roman a message.

Emo Nightmare: sup ro, how's dinner with the fam?

Prince of your dreams: Why hello my dark and stormy night! I believe to be having a wonderful time, but I wish you were here with me.

Emo Nightmare: so do i, i could video call if you want? maybe i could give you your christmas present bc you won't be here on the day

Prince of your dreams: Oh Virgil that sounds splendid! Let me grab my laptop!!

Emo Nightmare: cool, ill grab mine too i guess

Virgil put his phone down gently on the book, and bent over to pick up his laptop off the floor next to him. He quickly opened it and put his password in before opening the video chat app. Roman's account switched to 'online’ and Virgil hit the call button, Roman answering quickly.

“Virgil! How is my chemically imbalanced romance?” Roman waved excitedly, his hair bouncing lightly. Virgil laughed quietly, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Hey princey, I'm good. Pretty alone though.” Virgil looked up at the screen, lifting the hood of his jumper over his head. He let himself smile at the sound of Roman's laugh.

“I'll be home in a week Virge, did you open the present I left for you?” Roman adjusted himself so he was lying down on his stomach, reaching out of frame to grab his hot chocolate.

“Yeah, I did. Thanks Ro, it means a lot.” Virgil grabbed his own mug, taking another sip of his tea, Roman clapping excitedly in the background.

He'd had trouble figuring out a good present for Virgil, they may have known each other door a few years now but his purple haired friend was still a mystery. Eventually Roman bought him a new quilt set, most of it purple with black cats on it, the perfect thing to match the rest of his room. Virgil, on the other hand, had an even harder time than Roman. What could he have possibly gotten him that his creative friend didn't already have? After months (yes, months. Virgil spent months thinking of something) of planning, Virgil finally thought of it.

“Actually, I have something for you as well. It isn't the best gift ever, but I put a lot of effort into it.” Virgil rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at his lap sheepishly.

“I'm sure I'll love it no matter what! After all, a gift is a gift.” Virgil glanced up and smiled, Roman's deep emerald coloured eyes reassuring him. He slipped in some earphones and pressed play on a song in his phone.

“The fire is burning, the room's all aglow. Outside the December wind blows.”

He remembered when they first met, at Logan's Christmas party. The fireplace was lit, a warm light covering the room.

“Away in the distance, the carollers sing in the snow.”

The next Christmas they went out as a group to go ice skating. A group of people walked by singing carols, Roman joining in from afar.

“Everybody's laughing, the world is celebrating, and everyone's so happy, except for me tonight.”

They'd spent every Christmas together since they met. But this year Roman went to visit his family, leaving Virgil alone. On Christmas.

“Because I miss you, most at Christmas time. And I can't get you, get you off my mind.”

Virgil spent everyday of December leading up to Christmas wondering why he couldn't stop thinking off the royal pain in his ass that he called his housemate.

“Every other season comes along and I'm alright. But then I miss you, most at Christmas time.”

He asked Logan what it could be, but to no avail. His logical friend smiling sweetly as he told Virgil to ask Patton instead.

“I gaze out the window, this cold winter's night. At all of the twinkling lights.”

Soon enough Virgil asked Patton about his situation, his usually emotional friend smiling sadly. He knew exactly what it was, and he knew Virgil wouldn't like it.

“Alone in the darkness, remembering when you were mine.”

No. Virgil refused to believe it. This was just Patton playing a trick on him. He could never. Not in a million years.

“Everybody's smiling, the whole world is rejoicing. And everyone's embracing, except for you and I baby.”

Maybe he did. Virgil spent countless nights awake, pacing his room. Thinking about Roman's green eyes, his light honey coloured hair, the freckles that came in pairs, and his heavenly smile. Maybe Virgil did lov- um, maybe Virgil did like Roman.

“I miss you, most at Christmas time. And I can't get you, no no no no, get you off my mind.”

Virgil felt awful. He'd spent so long thinking about his own problems that he'd forgotten to get Roman something for Christmas. He stayed up all night that night, eventually deciding that he should listen to his heart. His heart named Patton. Who was yelling at him the next morning for staying up.

“Every other season comes along and I'm alright. But then I miss you, most at Christmas time.”

Virgil agreed with both Logan and Patton, and started searching for a song that would convey exactly how he felt about Roman. But even Virgil didn't know how he truly felt.

“In the springtime, those memories start to fade with the April rain. Through the summer days, till autumn's leave are gone.”

Roman only ever left Virgil around December. But he would always be home on Christmas day. Virgil could handle it any other time of the year. So why was it so bad now?

“I get by without you, till the snow begins to fall and then I miss you, most at Christmas time. And I can't get you, no no no no, get you off my mind.”

Virgil was in love with Roman. He was madly, deeply in love with his annoying, ignorant, somewhat handsome best friend. And he hated everything about it. The feeling of course, not the guy he fell for.

“Every other season comes along and I'm alright.”

Virgil loved Roman.

“But then I miss you, most at Christmas time.”

Virgil took out his earphones and looked up at the screen to a sight he thought he'd never see. Roman had moved and was sitting up again, he had tears running down his cheeks, his hands covering his mouth. Virgil was convinced he'd done something wrong. He probably had. He knew singing to him was a bad idea. As he went to apologise, Roman cut in, silencing the younger man.

“Virgil… I don't know where to begin,” Roman wiped his tears away and smiled at the camera. “That was beautiful. How have I never heard you sing? Although that isn't what's important, why did you sing that song?”

Virgil looked away and figited with the blanket in his lap, afraid to answer.

“Virgil? You can tell me, I won't judge you.” Virgil took a deep breath and closed his eyes tight.

“Because I love you Roman!” He let out a sigh and laughed, brushing a hand through his hair, thinking to himself ‘Well that wasn't that bad’. But when Roman didn't answer him he began to worry again. Virgil slowly looked up at a completely black screen.

His laptop went flat. His laptop, went flat.

Virgil slammed it shut, blew out the candle next to him, put out the fire in the fireplace and turned his phone off before running to his room and locking the door. He can't believe that actually happened. Although he's lucky he did, Roman would never feel the same.

A week passed and Virgil hadn't moved from his bed. He hadn't eaten or showered, and only left to use the bathroom. He'd been thinking about packing some of his things and leaving. Maybe he could find a small apartment in Antarctica, far, far, away from Roman. Unfortunately his plans were cut short with a loud banging on his door.

“Virgil! Virgil! Are you in there?” Patton, he hadn't heard Patton's voice in weeks.

“Virgil? If you're in there please let us know you're ok.” Logan, he sound panicked? Why?

Before he could answer his own question he heard the lock on the door rattling, the sound of a butter knife hitting it? That could only be one person.

“Virgil? Oh god Virgil, you're alright!” Roman opened the door and dropped the knife, rushing over toward him, pulling Virgil into a tight embrace.

Patton and Logan quietly closed the door to give Roman and Virgil some privacy. They obviously had a lot to talk about. Virgil explained to Roman that his laptop died and that if he heard anything he didn't really mean it. Which lead to Roman confessing his own romantic feelings to his edgy crush. The two sat there on Virgil's bed, laughing over the misunderstanding. Slowly the held hands and left the room, going out to find Logan and Patton.

“Hey Padre? Do you and Logan wanna come on a double date with myself and my emo prince?”

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #secret sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #fanfic #fanfiction #patt writes #prinxiety #logicality #christmas #mariah carey

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