#and today I only stubbed my toe and cut my leg on my chair (accidentally obvi)

[igumie]

I have blood stains on my fingers but idk where it comes from

[wizkiddx]

Forget the world

I really really hope everyones okay at the moment. The world is truly fucking shit, but sending all my love, and it is okay to feel completely done at this point (I do hence why I wrote this instead of meeting my deadlines :/)

Summary: readerxtomholland -- pure fluff when everything gets a bit much for Y/n

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A third lockdown in the UK. More than 1000 deaths in a day. US capitol riots highlighting just how stark the white privilege is. The worlds a scary place and sometimes it gets too much. It’s good to be informed, to be politically and socially active, fighting the good fight… right? Well yes, but we are humans.

Humans are more complex than that. We ruminate we feel and we empathise. None of these issues have directly affected you, but that doesn't mean these things don’t hurt you - even a little. Bit by bit, a person can so easily get chipped away until there’s not a lot of fight left.

These daily 5 o’clock briefing, the prime minister in all his stupid oafish idiocy invading your living rooms with his persistent if oh so incorrect chat of ‘how well the UK has handled this crisis’. Then going on to spout more and more bad news. It was like a scheduled form of torture that Brits just had to through. And it just got a lot.

What didn’t help at all to you, was the fact your boyfriend was leaving for work again. You’d barely had him for two weeks before he was being whisked away in his private jet again. And even that time, it wasn’t really couple quality time… not by a long shot. Because of the complicated and ever-changing laws in the UK, you had both moved into his parents' house rather than being stuck just the two of you over Christmas. Don’t get the wrong impression, you lovvvveeeeeddddd his family - it was crazy, chaotic and infuriating in the best way.

That, however, didn’t get away from the fact you missed him. You missed lying in till the afternoon. You missed having breakfast for dinner after cooking it up in your skimpy pyjamas. You missed silence - of the two of you just coexisting. You missed your Tom.

SO fair to say you were not feeling particularly over-enthused on this overcast Tuesday morning. Somehow sensing this while you were still asleep, Tom chose not to wake you and instead crept out the room to go golfing with his brothers and dad for the last time before he left. Having woke up a couple of hours ago, you made the executive decision to just stay there - just feeling like the energy it’d take up to move was too torturous to expend. When Tom and the boys got back then, they immediately recounted the whole experience to Nikki - Harry showing off at his particularly good round - before Tom naturally started searching for you. His mum, being almost psychic, instantly noticed and just shook her head over Harry’s droning voice as she pointed upstairs. And with a thankful nod, he snuck away - if anything grateful for the escape.

“Love…. Love?” Tom hesitantly crept into the room, your body facing away and still wrapped like a burrito in the duvet. You rolled over and gave him a small smile, to which he grinned at and immediately leapt on to the bed. Land directly on your stomach. With force. You let out an ‘ooof’ as his not so petite body knocked all the air out of you, making you groan and recoil to your side as he laughed pitifully at you. “I missed you” He just grinned, worming his way from lying horizontally across you until he was lying completely on top of you his chin resting on your chest bone as he smiled at you. “And you thought you’d jump on me to show that?” “I couldn’t help it you just looked so peaceful” You quirked your head, not seeing his point. “And your not allowed to look like that without me!” He huffed, finally rolling off you as you giggled at his stupidity. “But seriously you good? Its 12 and you’ve not moved yet.” “Mhmm just… just.” “You're just just?” He teased, now leaning up on his elbow as he smiled down at you. “Exactly. I just can’t deal with today.” You sighed as you spoke, looking up to him with eyes as if asking him to help. It made his jokey and teasing demeanour take a serious turn, his eyebrows furrowing as he really inspected your face - as if trying to the find the answer written in small print under your nose. He whispered a ‘what do you mean’ asking you to go on. “I don’t know …it’s just lockdown and America and…and you going. I’m just self-pitying really.” “No” Tom stated rather adamantly, as he sat up and then pulled you up by the arms earning yet another groan from you as he interrupted your cocoon of warmth. “You're allowed to feel shitty because it is all actually very shitty indeed.” You rolled your eyes at that, even if you did agree because you didn’t want to be the mopey desperate girlfriend who can’t handle when he goes away. “Y/n/n I’m serious. The news and everything… it’s a lot and you're allowed to feel like you can’t comprehend whats going on.” In response you just nodded, averting your eyes away from his because, for no real reason at that moment, his eye contact seemed to be forcing you to cry. But the boy did not let up. Instead, he crawled up to you, his legs sandwiching yours as he kneeled in front of you. “And… I’m going to miss you a lot when I go.” Tom gently pushed your chin up so his locked eyeline with your watery ones that instantly started to overflow. Tom murmured an ‘oh love’ as he threw his arms around you, letting you cry into his shoulder - most probably ruining his new fancy golf shirt.

You stayed like that for some time, him gently hushing you and stroking the back of your messy bed head. Until you’d finally calmed into little hiccups and Tom arched back. He cupped his hands around your cheeks, his thumbs brushing away your tear tracks. “Let's have a just us day huh? We can… forget the world.” “Forget the world?” Your laugh was a little wet and sad sounding but it was music to Tom’s ears and only spurred him on more. “Yeh! Fuck the world. It’s just you and me and we can do whatever you want!” “You’re stupid” you just giggled, trying to hide your face because he had you blushing like a lovestruck teen… which was exactly how he made you feel. “I know! So come on what should we do… movie or something isn’t right because you still can think about- I got it!” He leapt off you and started looking around the room, first pulling the chair out from its position in the corner and then whipping the duvet cover off your legs. “TOM! what-“ “We are building a fort!” And his stupid grin said it all. It took next to no convincing before you were running downstairs with him, ransacking the sitting room of all blankets (earning you some comically quizzical gazes from his Dad and Sam) before running back up.

This stupid stupid boy that you had to pleasure of calling your boyfriend had you revert to a seven-year-old as the two of you attempted to construct this fort. Attempted being the keyword, it kept collapsing when one of you accidentally stubbed your toe on the chair holding all the structural integrity of your creation (*Tom). However, after a ridiculous amount of attempts you were adding the piste de resistance - aka fairy lights - to the interior while Tom set up a game of Harry Potter monopoly on the next floor you’d made.

And that’s how you burned the day away; laughing whilst getting overly competitive at your Harry Potter knowledge; ordering pizza that you forced Harry to delivery to the entrance of your fort from the front door (you even managed to make Harry knock on the makeshift blanket door, which had the two of you cracking up no end); generally just being stupid together. Before you knew it, the time had ticked to half eleven and the both of you knew it was time to bed down for the night. With a sigh, signifying the beginning of the end of Tom’s last day in the UK, you went to crawl out of the fort - expect your boyfriend had other plans. Rather, he yanked you back towards him so you almost fell into his front and then proceeded to roll you both, so now you were lying flat on the ground while he leaned above you. “You … little miss… are not going anywhere.” You hummed at him about to ask why, before being rudely interrupted as he pressed his lips against yours. You didn't fight it though, immediately relaxing into it and wrapping your legs round his waist to pull him impossibly closer. After a few moments, you broke the kiss staring up at him with the softest eyes. “Sorry I just had to stop you from ruining the moment.” He jibed, and again you went to scowl but were cut off by his soft lips on yours once again. Tom only pulled away when both of your lungs had started to burn a little, needing to come up for air. With a whisper telling you not to move, Tom bolted out the fort. You could hear him scurrying around in the room - to be honest, it sounded like he was ransacking it- before the big light was flicked off and he crawled back in in the darkness.

This time you’d learned your lesson, waiting patiently until he spoke first. “I got a surprise… it was uh- supposed to be for when I was already away but I think now works too” You couldn’t see his face through the darkness, but what you knew, either way, was the excitement that’d be on his face - he loved revealing stuff like this to you because he is, as previously mentioned a child. And then he flicked the switch and the interior of the tent was illuminated by a pattern of stars, projecting upwards and swirling around on the blanket roof. The sight had you audible gasping, this time the dim light it gave meaning Tom could see your eyes widen in delight. “Tom its-“ “Not as beautiful as you.”

Hell, you knew how fucking corny this was. And how if any of your mates ever recounted the story you’d be recoiling is dismay at the cliche-ness of it. But at that moment you swore your heart could burst, looking between the twinkling projections and Tom’s dimly glowing features - the blue light bouncing off his cheekbones and making him look just even more divine. “We are sleeping here tonight because I just don’t want this moment to end” You whispered making Tom chuckle as he lay back down next to you, letting you curl into his side and resting your head on his chest - so you were watching the swirling walls whilst listening to his heartbeat. “This fort… will always be ours.” He spoke lowly, reaching for your hands and entwining his fingers with yours slowly. “I’m going to mis-“ “Shhhhh” He blocked you from finishing the phrase, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before continuing. “ Don’t forget we’re forgetting the world yeh? It’s just you and me.” “Just you and me isn’t half bad.” You whispered, using your thumb to draw little meaningless patterns on the top of his palm. “No… not half bad at all.” His voice was so quiet, so calming he barely even used his voice - rather just breathing the words out as he squeezed you into his chest. You knew he was trying to make you fall asleep. This is what he always did, a kiss to the head, his voice barely existing, him squeezing you just a little tighter. But you didn’t want to. Because that meant that he’d leave when you woke.

You desperately tried to fight the waves of relaxation, trying to pay attention to each little swirl and tinkle of the projector but it was hypnotic, and that coupled with the steady beat of his heart had you soon losing the battle. Tom could tell you were fighting, Tom could always tell. So he gently shifted his arm under you baggy t-shirt, allowing Tom to trace little circles on your bare skin. That was enough to have force your eyes to become deadweights as they locked shut.

“I got you…I’ll still be here when you wake up” You hummed, pressing yourself into his side a little more. “‘hankyou for… for…” Tom grinned, knowing you weren’t going to make it to the end of the sentence. But that didn’t matter. At that moment, the only thing in the world that matters was having you in his arms.

“I’ll always forget the world when I’m with you.”

[trashinaglass-archive]

Hurt

Y/n gets hurt on set

Request: helloo, i loveee ur works. and i was just wondering if i could request a tom holland imagine where the reader is working on a movie set and gets hurt in a stunt accident and tom, the reader bf flys our from britain to the hospital (where ever the film location is - you decide!) and he takes care of her. a little bit angsty and fluffy if that’s not too much trouble? thank u lovely xxxx

Warnings: Motorbike accident

A/n: In a single day, I accidentally punched the corner of a door, bruising my knuckles and thought something was broken for a sec, and then a few hours later I stubbed my toe which ripped my entire nail off, and then a few hours later I sliced my arm open while I was shaving. Pain and hurt is a very acquainted topic at the moment😬

(Tom on his way to save you after hearing you’ve been hurt)

Being an actress is fun, they said. It’s really easy, they said. But no one said that something like this could happen.

You were filming a movie in Atlanta- an action film alongside some amazing actors and filmmakers. This was the first film where you were able to do some pretty cool stunts on your own. You loved what you were able to do thus far, but you weren’t prepared for what would happen in just a few moments.

You were doing a stunt where your character was getting chased by the bad guys- they were in Range Rovers while you were on a motorcycle. This was the first time you had ever driven one. The company paid for you to get lessons so you could get comfortable and be able to do it yourself because they wanted you to do it, not a stunt double.

You were steering your bike down the road until you realized something was wrong. The gas pedal was stuck in it’s position and not letting up. You pressed the break to try to slow down, but the break wasn’t working either. You were gradually building speed, with no way to stop, and you didn’t know what to do.

You started to yell out alerting the crew of the situation. They tried to tell you what to do, but you couldn’t understand what they were saying. You ultimately lost control of the bike and crashed to the ground, hitting your head on the concrete and rolling. You were also hit by one of the cars that wasn’t able to stop in time.

You remember feeling shocked and tired before your eyes closed. The next time you opened your eyes, you were in an ambulance being rushed to the nearest hospital. You felt dazed and confused, unsure of what was going on. You were only certain of one thing- pain. You felt pain in every inch of your body.

One of the EMT’s noticed you were awake and started to ask you questions- who you are, what you do, what year it is, who your parents are, etc. Thankfully you didn’t have any kind of amnesia.

“Is there someone we can call for you? Any family?” she asked you.

“My boyfriend, Tom,” you rasped out before giving her his number. You arrived to the hospital and were taken back for tests and, ultimately, an emergency surgery.

// Tom pov //

Tom was hanging out in his and Harrison’s shared flat when he got the call.

“Mr. Holland?” He heard a deep, male voice ask.

“Yes?” He asked confused.

“This is Dr. Kalu from Atlanta Medical Center. Y/n has just arrived to the ER by ambulance. She’s stable, but she has been rushed into emergency surgery. Is there anything we need to know? Allergies, health problems, anything?”

“She’s allergic to bactrim, but that’s it. What happened?” Tom replied quickly. He began to feel panicked- he didn’t know what put you in the hospital or what the injuries were. He immediately sat at his computer and began to pull the first ticket to Atlanta.

“There was an accident on a film set, that’s all I can say right now. I would suggest you get here soon though,” the doctor said before hanging up. Tom had found a ticket leaving for Atlanta today in just four hours. He ordered the ticket and ran to his room, shoving random clothes into a bag before running to Harrison’s room.

Harrison and the twins were sat in the room talking about some project they were working on together. They went from happy to worried with one look at Tom’s face.

“Something happened, and y/n’s hurt- I’m flying to Atlanta right now,” he spit out before running for the door. He heard the boys yelling at him, asking for details or something. Tom didn’t stop to listen or pay attention.

He made it to the airport and to his gate as quickly as possible before there was nothing more for him to do but wait. He sat in the chair and pulled out his phone, starting to text you. He felt like he was in a dream- you couldn’t really be hurt.

Thomas❤️: y/n, please answer me. Let me know you’re okay. I don’t know what’s going on and it’s scaring me.

He knew if what the doctor said was true, he wouldn’t be receiving a text back anytime soon, but he could only hope.

Tom sent three more texts before he gave up. He put his head in his hands and tried not to cry. This was the worst possible situation he could think of- you getting hurt a thousand miles away from him and having no clue what happened or what state you’re in.

After waiting for an hour, Tom boarded the plane. Nine hours to get to you. He sat back in his seat, put his headphones in and willed himself to fall asleep.

Tom woke to the turbulence and announcement that they are close to landing. After the plane touched ground and stopped at the gate, Tom was immediately out of his seat and headed for the door of the plane. He got several strange looks from other passengers, but he didn’t pay them any mind.

Tom rushed into the airport, grabbing his bags before he found a taxi service. He told the man he needed to get to the hospital quickly, and they ushered him to a cab and took off. It wasn’t a long trip before he arrived, paying the man, and practically running into the hospital.

“Y/n,” he gave your name to the lady at the front desk before she could even greet him. “Where is she?” He watched as she typed on her computer, finding your name and room number. Tom going to the elevator and finding your room.

He went to open the door right as it opened from inside. Tom stepped back as he saw a doctor coming out of your room.

“Are you Tom?” The man asked.

“Yeah,” he answered before his waterfall of questions poured out. “What happened to y/n? Why is she here? Is she going to be okay?”

“I was told she was involved in a motorbike accident on the film set. She broke a few facial bones and suffered a concussion. She has a few broken ribs, one of which punctured her lung so we had to do surgery to repair that. Her legs and arms are covered in roadrash,” the doctor told him. Tom felt his heart sink hearing everything that you had endured. “She’s extremely lucky. Hearing what I did about the accident, she could have ended up a lot worse.”

“Is she awake? Can I see her?” Tom asked.

“She’s asleep- still under from the anesthesia, should be awake in a few minutes. You’re more than welcome to sit with her.” Tom nodded his head. “Let us or the nurses know if there’s anything we can do for either of you,” the doctor said before walking away.

Tom looked at the door, preparing himself before walking into the room. He saw you laying in the bed on your back, a small tube connected to your arm. He pulled a chair right next to your bed and sat down next to you. He found your hand and brought it to his mouth, placing a kiss to the back of it. He continued to hold your hand in his as he reached a free hand to your head, stroking your hair.

He felt a tear fall as he looked at you. Almost the entire left side of your face was cut and bruised, a decent sized cut going across your temple and down your cheek. He brought his hand back down from your head and held your single hand with both of his. He felt more tears in his eyes as he noticed the ring on your finger. He had given it to you as an anniversary gift- you were suppose to take it off when filming, but this time you didn’t.

He sat like that for the next ten minutes before you began to wake up. Tom squeezed your hand as he watched you, standing up to look at you properly. You felt pain all over, before you even opened your eyes. But when you did, you found yourself face to face with Tom.

“Tommy,” you said in a hoarse whisper, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Hey, darling,” Tom replied. “You really know how to scare the shit out of me, don’t you.”

The doctor came in, in that moment. “Hi, y/n. I’m Dr. Kalu. How are you feeling?”

“Horrible,” you told him.

“That’s what I was expecting. We’re going to give you some pain medicine, and we want to keep you for a while just to observe and make sure you’re healing correctly before we let you go. Is there anything I can get you before I leave?” He asked looking at you.

“Can I have some water?” You asked him.

“I’ll get the nurses to get you some. Anything else? Tom?”

“I’m fine,” Tom told the doctor, who nodded his head.

“Alright, I’ll check back in with you soon,” Dr. Kalu said before leaving. You looked back at Tom to see him already looking at you.

“When did you get here?” You asked him.

“About 15 minutes ago, maybe? The doctor called me and said you were hurt, and I was on the next flight out. You have no idea how scared I was.” Tom stopped talking as a nurse walked in with some water. “Thank you,” Tom told her. “What happened?” He asked you, wanting to know first hand how you got here.

“We were doing a scene with me on a motorcycle, some cars behind me. I don’t know what happened, but I just lost control of the bike, and next thing you know, I’m coming down,” you explained to him. “Do I look horrible?” You asked him. He softly chuckled at your question.

“A little bruised up, but you’re still the most beautiful girl in the world,” Tom told you, causing you to roll your eyes at him.

“Thank you for being here,” you told him. “I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t.”

“I’ll always be here for you. It doesn’t matter where you are- if you need me, I’ll find you,” Tom promised as he bend down to kiss your head, being as gentle as possible.

. . .

Two days later, you were still in the hospital, but not by yourselves anymore. You heard a knock at your door and saw the twins walk in with ‘get well soon’ balloons, flowers, stuffed animals, and McDonald’s.

“I said one flower arrangement- maybe a balloon, but not the whole fucking store. And why do you have McDonald’s?” Tom asked as he saw the goods in his brothers arms.

“Hear me out,” Sam started. “This is from me, this is from Harry, these are from Paddy, this is from Mum, this is from Dad, these are from Tessa, this is from Harrison, and these are from the grandparents.” He showed you the different items as he told you who they were from. You weren’t sure how that worked, but you thought it was super cute.

“And we figured you’d be sick of the hospital food so we got you this too,” Harry said holding up the bag of food before placing it on the table beside you.

“Thanks guys,” you told them.

“So how are you feeling? Is it still as bad as it was when it happened?” Sam asked you.

“It hurts, but they have me on some good pain killers so it’s manageable. I just wish I could be in my own bed.”

“Paddy wanted us to tell you that he hopes you feel better. He wanted to come visit too but school,” Harry told you.

“Bless,” You said. “He’s a good kid.”

“What’s your plan for when you get out of here?” Harry asked.

“Straight home,” you told him. “I won’t be doing much of anything for a while, and filming has been halted for the foreseeable future. I can’t wait to get out of here.”

“I bet, I would hate being stuck in here,” Sam replied. “Are you going to be staying at your place or hers when you two get home?” He asked Tom.

“Hers,” Tom said while gesturing his head towards you.

“Did you really have to ask to know that answer?” You said teasingly.

“True,” Sam said with a nod.

“What? You got severely injured and put in the hospital when I was far away from you,” Tom started to say. “You can bet your sweet ass I’m not leaving you for as long as I can manage.”

Hearing Tom’s words made your heart flutter. You couldn’t imagine how scared he was to hear that you had been hurt- you knew if it were the other way around, you would have been terrified.

“Well, it’s getting late. We’re gonna head out, see you two tomorrow,” Harry said as him and Sam got up, gingerly hugging you and heading out.

You looked at Tom again as the twins closed the door. “Will you lay with me?” You asked him. You feel like, even though he was right next to you, he was so far away. You needed to be close to him.

“I don’t want to hurt you, love,” he said, not moving from his seat.

“You won’t, just lay on this side. Please? I deserve a cuddle,” you practically begged him. He sighed knowing he wouldn’t win. He stood up, walking to the other side of the bed as you scoot over to make room for him.

He sat on the bed next to you and laid back, arms open. You laid your body next to his- your head resting against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, trying to be as gentle as possible. You felt Tom press a kiss to your forehead as you closed your eyes, falling into a deep, welcomed sleep.

I... loved... this!! Thank you for the request.

Also, Dr. Kalu is based off a doctor from The Good Doctor- a hunk👌🏽

[dae-vil]

How-To: Cake 101

Member: Kang Daniel

Genre: Father!AU, birthday scenario

Warnings: None

Daniel scratched the back of his head, looking at the recipe he found on the internet. “How-To: Cake 101“ sounded pretty legit, right? He read through the instructions quickly, nodding in approval. Looked easy enough to not mess up.

He put his phone on the kitchen counter, turning around to take his brand new “Kiss the cook“ apron, but it was nowhere to be seen. “I swear I put it here,“ a small frown made its way on his face as he heard suspicious laughter coming from one of the rooms. He followed the sound and stopped in front of the living room. Peeking in slightly, he saw Byul and Maya having a laughing fit while sitting on the floor with crayons and… his apron?

“What are you two doing?“ he asked, trying not to sound as shocked as he was feeling right now.

“Making it look pwetty!“ they answered in unison, giggling as they continued to draw random strokes on the fabric. A quiet sigh left Daniel’s mouth, but he started panicking as soon as he saw that apart from the crayons the two-year-olds also managed to find scissors and cut weird shapes into the apron.

He quickly took the scissors, ignoring the sounds of protest that came from the twins. “Where did you find this?“ Daniel asked with concern, moving the scissors to a safe place where his daughters wouldn’t be able to get them. Crouching down, he inspected both of them to make sure they didn’t cut themselves accidentally, and thankfully they were both fine.

Byul pointed to the table with a pout, “there,“ then she turned to her sister, speaking in some weird alien language only the two of them understood. Daniel checked the table just in case there was anything else they could take, but the only thing he found was some crumpled papers and a few pencils.

Well, there was no way he could use that apron now. At least it distracted the twins from any other mischief they could possibly think of, he’ll scold them later. After he had returned to the kitchen an idea popped into his mind – you had an apron as well! He looked around and indeed there it was, thrown over the chair in all its pink glory. Daniel put it on, his gaze wandering over to the clock and oh no, it was getting closer and closer to the time you were supposed to come back. In the morning he kind of kicked you out, sending you over to your best friend’s house to celebrate your birthday with her. In the meantime, he meant to prepare the house, set up decorations and make a homemade birthday cake, but all he did so far was take care of the kids.

Like the first step of the recipe said, he set out his ingredients, double-checking if he had everything that was needed. “Preheat the oven,“ he read aloud, moving over to do exactly what he said. Daniel continued to follow the steps, finding it surprisingly easy. It didn’t take him nearly as long as he thought it would, and he was already decorating the cake. Once the finishing touches were done, he proudly wiped his hands on the pink apron while staring at his masterpiece.

“Daddy!“ he turned around, looking at the girls that stood in the doorway, „we’re bored.“

Daniel smiled his signature eye smile as he put the apron back to its original place and walked towards Byul and Maya. “Hmm, what should we do about that?“ he pretended to think hard, hands on his waist. “Oh! I have an idea! Do you want to hear it?“ he grinned at them, seeing their eyes lit up with excitement.

“YES!“ Maya shouted, jumping up and down as she tugged on Daniel’s pants. Byul stayed quiet, looking up at him with anticipation.

“How about you help me put up the decorations for mommy’s birthday?“ the response he got was loud cheering and more jumping around. Maya even hugged his leg in excitement, making Daniel nearly trip because he didn’t notice her, which resulted in Byul and Maya having another laughing fit while Daniel let out a chuckle at how cute they were.

He only gave them the easiest tasks such as “bring this balloon over there“ or “hold this for a while.“ On the other hand, Daniel was climbing on furniture to hang the streamers and the fact that he was slightly dizzy from blowing up who knows how many balloons didn’t exactly help him balance. 

Once everything was done, without any injuries, he patted the twins‘ heads, praising them for doing a good job. “Now we just have to wait until mom gets home!“ just as he finished saying that sentence, the sound of the key being inserted in the door could be heard. He hurried over to the door, blocking your view just in time. You blinked in surprise, staring at Daniel’s chest for a few seconds until you looked up to see his nervous smile.

“I’m home,“ you said, hanging your keys on the key hook.

“Welcome home,“ Daniel answered quickly, still standing in your way with his hands behind his back. You moved to the left in hopes to walk around him, but he also stepped to the side, making it impossible for you to walk forward. You repeated that around five times, moving right and left and right again, but he always blocked the way.

“Daniel, what are you doing?“ you asked, unimpressed by his childish behavior.

“You need to wear a blindfold!“ he said, showing you the blindfold he was holding behind his back, shaking it in front of your eyes.

“You could’ve said that before we wasted 10 minutes of the day moving from one side to the other,“ you pointed out, hearing a familiar chuckle from behind Daniel. “Maya, Byul, are you two eavesdropping?“ you asked, leaning to the side to look at them, but Daniel covered your eyes with his hand, turning you around. You rolled your eyes, staring at the closed door as Daniel carefully put the blindfold on for you.

“I’ll lead you to the right place, so just trust me, okay?“ he asked, taking both of your hands as he tugged you forward.

“We’ve been married for years and we have two kids, do you think I won’t trust you to guide me when I can’t see anything?“ you asked sarcastically, shaking your head. “Just don’t let me stub my toe,“ you quickly added, knowing that the girls liked to place their toys all over the floor.

“Okay, don’t take your blindfold off yet!“ you heard as you stopped, Daniel’s hands leaving yours, making you feel less sure about your blindness. You focused solely on your hearing, hoping to hear something that could give you a clue to what awaited you. You knew that all of this was for your birthday, you weren’t that stupid, but you had no idea what Daniel actually planned. Was there some big party? Did he invite all of your friends? Are they silently laughing at you right now? Or did he bring something weird into the house? Perhaps you will take off the blindfold and find a horse standing in front of you. What if the twins are doing something they shouldn’t do and you won’t know because you have a blindfold on and Daniel disappeared somewhere? That thought irked you, and you lifted your hands up to touch the blindfold.

“Don’t take it off!“ you jumped at the sudden shout, your hands moving away from the blindfold as you held them in the air.

“I’m not,“ you shouted back, not sure if Daniel actually saw you trying to take it off or if that was just pure coincidence. It served it’s purpose though, you didn’t try anything after that.

A few minutes of silence passed by and your mind started to wander to the possible outcomes of today again. “No, let’s do it like this!“ Maya’s voice startled you. It was followed by a lot of shushing, and you hoped that you will be able to see what this is about soon. Two jump scares were enough for you.

“You can take it off!“

“Finally,“ you mumbled, quickly throwing the fabric to the ground as your eyes adjusted to the bright light.

Your hand was instantly covering your mouth that opened in surprise. In front of you, Daniel was holding a cake in one of his hands while the other secured the twins on his shoulders. Yes, his shoulders were so broad that he could have a small child sitting on each of them. Around you, there were tons of decorations that surely must’ve taken a long time to put up.

“Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday dear (Y/N)! Happy birthday to you,“ Daniel sang, Byul and Maya somehow following along, the eye smiles they inherited from their dad plastered on their faces. Daniel put the cake on the table, pushing you closer to it. You were still frozen, staring at him with a soft smile.

“Make a wish!“ Byul said loudly as she watched the candles on the cake. That made you snap out of your frozen state, and you leaned closer to the cake. You closed your eyes as you blew the candles out, following Byul’s order and making a wish. Cheers were heard as you opened your eyes, staring at your family. You started to tear up, not able to hold it back anymore, you let the tears of happiness flow down your cheeks. You felt especially emotional this birthday and seeing this beautiful sight just pushed you over the edge.

“Mommy don’t cry!“ the twins ran to you as soon as Daniel put them down, hugging you as you crouched to their height. “Don’t cry, you should be happy!“ you let out a laugh as you heard that, wiping your tears.

You didn’t even notice it, but Daniel disappeared for a moment, returning with a box in his hands. “Your birthday present, I, um, chose it,“ he said, handing it over to you as he cupped your cheek with one hand, wiping away your tears with his thumb. You smiled up at him, taking the present from him, your heart speeding up.

“LET’S HAVE A FOOD FIGHT!“ Maya shouted just as you were about to open the box. Terrified at what you just heard, you quickly turned around only to see Maya with a handful of cake, smearing it on Byul’s face who looked like she will start crying any second.

“MAYA NO!“ you and Daniel shouted in unison as you quickly put the present on the couch, hurrying over to stop the fight.

The emotional moment might have been ruined, but you could proudly say that this was the best birthday you had. Ever.