#pluto patters

[imaginariumgeographica]

It's also not even that im like coming down hard on 'pluto is not a planet and has never been' i do not care if someone calls pluto a planet, and i promise you pluto also does not care

Like, to be clear, i deeply care about pluto, its a really fucking cool system, i just do not care as much about how its classified

[itsastrobixch]

Astrology notes

- gemini / mercury / uranus / aqua change their identity a lot online. They place a lot of importance on their online identity and as they change so does their online personas.

- Mercury dominance if well placed Learnt to talk very early and saturn mercury aspects learnt to speak a bit late or may speak with a bit of hesitation.

- chiron in 1st have deep rooted identity issues and may also not be able to relax in photos and stuff. Some may even go to the extent of not wanting to take pictures at all.

- count yourself lucky if : air signs ask for your advice.. They don't ask option from everyone. Similarly if fire signs seek you out or show you their defeated side and depressed side. They Always want people to seem them as optimistic fiery and determined but like evryone they too go through down times but they tend to bounce back faster than others.

- Mercury saturn or Mercury rx may have great conversations with themselves in their heads but when it comes out it night miss the mark or.. Like not sound as good as it did in their brains.

- all mercury /gemini dominants open 3 to 5 tabs at the same time. And don't finish a single one completely. Change my mind.

- moon pluto tumultuous emotions. Whiplash. One extrene or the other. Mood changes just with a single event. The whole room can feel the shift as well. Moon and Pluto both give out unstable, watery and intense emotions. It can be difficult if negatively aspected. Even if positively aspected it can lead to the feeling overwhelming emotions.

- People with pluto in 1st, their emotions are hidden. No one knows how they feel. Mostly i see geminis get all the credit for their glib tongues. But have you ever seen a Pluto person toy with people when they know they truth ? They'll lie so effortlessly that even the people who know the truth will start to believe the lie is the truth. Their words and their facial expressions while lying is so controlled and natural it's scary.

- Asteroid Cerea shows is how we nurture. Aries ceres is the defender of the group and people who tend to protect people who are defenseless esp animals. Taurus is the comforter. And so on. But aspects and the house in which Ceres is in also plays a major role.

- Uranus / gemini in 3rd house have lots of ideas at the same time but many are unfocused and evrything is gone in a fleet. They may have a brilliant idea but Lose it in the next second. It'll be better if they scribble down their thoughts anywhere somewhere so they'll have a basic idea of what they thought.

- I fucking admire Aries women, esp as a Libra, like how tf..? i used to have a friend, she used to do some pretty controversial shit in high school but like never once let anything get iin her way and is now a part time business woman...like come on...how are you so headstrong ? And somehow things also tend to workout for them

- every mutable person has a box full of drafts all half done and of various types but all undone. Its a mess of ideas and posts half written and lost interest and motivation along the way...but I'll save it for another day when I will want to finish it up.

- If an air sign texts you daily, they like you. Especially instant replies . 🌝

- scorpio, and Venus Pluto aspects also tend to fall for someone who is out of their grasp. they like to torture themselves like that 😂 or they'll think that they don't deserve the person they're in love with. Its Always one or the other with them.

- venus neptune contacts produce the devoted worshipper type lovers. They will worship the ground their love walks on and will turn a blind eye to their faults. This is most definitely not a healthy patter of behaviour. Please don't indulge in this.

- mercury dominants can't fucking shut their brain off. they have a lot of nervous energy. And will Always be actively thinking about atleast two things at once.

- actually now that i think about it, my bffs in high are an Aries sun, me a sag rising and my frnd a leo sun. and i still wonder why the girls didn't like us 😂🌝 if fire signs get together whether they stir up drama or not, it'll either find them or people will hold them responsible for it even if they aren't.

- gemini and Mercury dominants can imitate very well especially the accents. Their adpative ability is out of charts and a bit creepy tbh. how they change acc to people, how they acclimatise to their surroundings ax cultures, they have this ability which allows to be another person if they like.

- mars - pluto negative aspects may have r*pe dreams often even if they haven't had any such encounters.

- pluto in 1st are ironically afraid of death and illness more so than the usual person.

- 11th house sign may show how we behave online.

-geminins have this weird ability to take and soak up information from all over the place and somehow put it together perfectly . they learn stuff from disorderly messes but they seem to understand it with clarity.

[i-was-never-sane]

𝘽𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙; 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙

"Hello? Is this working?"

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GENERAL FILE FROM THE I.C. FOUND

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Name - Ace Reyer Lore

Age - sweet n' sour 16~

Birthday - November 14th

Pronouns - He/Him

Gender - Male

Sexuality - I like pans....Pansexual

Height - 5'7

Taken or Single? - Guess ;)

Godly Parent - Hades, cabin 13🎀

Abilities & Powers!

Hallukinesis, umbrakinesis, osteokinesis, and darkness mimicry! Oh, and necromancy-

Personality - fuck-around-n-find-out-mate

Lore - find my file in the I.C. records ;)

frienddsss/patrons :') -

my first friend nd bestiieee - @emdabitchass

BROS - @itsyourboyezra

Gasp, fellow blondiee - @braydons-world

hes freaking cool you cannot change my MIND - @iceweavercatlover

im his champion :3 - @that-one-god-of-death

I AM ALSO HIS CHAMPION - @odysseus-of-ithaca-is-lost

Auntie Hera :] (plot twist im her ChAmPiOn) - @heraaaaaaaa

pitter-pattered my way to becoming his champion MWUAHAHAH - @dionysus-god-of-all-things-wine

i beat her at chess (surprisingly) - @athena-greek-goddess

shes cool, nearly murdered me for the third time - @unhinged-waterlilly

my children/hj - @love-lightning-forethought

ALSO MI CHILDREn/hj - @gwengracecameron

I dyed his hair :3 - @emoti0nally-dead

HALF SIBLINGGGGG - @gay-emo-child-of-pluto

HE AGREED TO ROAST ZEUS AND POSEIDON WITH MEEE - @belovedsonofthemessengergod

son of Thanatossss- we both traumatized - @cheats-death

✨Oracle✨- @ariathemortal

I almost dropped her :3 - @fxxk-around-and-fxxd-out

Named me Acetone?? How can I not vibe with them, mate?? - @double-fuxking-trouble

Little shit sister - @little-ray-of-death

Face claim/aesthetic-

[addledmongoose]

Good Omens Fanfic Friday (21 Jun 2024)

I started off the week with some funny ones, then ended the week with a binge of snae_b stories.

post-professional endeavors (9K; Rated T) by @forineffablereasons

Three outsider POVs from a real estate agent, a contractor, and an interior designer as they help two very strange man-shaped beings buy and furnish a lovely South Downs home. I love stories where others have to deal with our two Ineffables. And they are definitely dealing with them. I think the real estate agent lived with a permanent headache for two months.

***

A Special Place In Hell (50K; Rated T) by @mirach and @hotcrosspigeon

Sometimes you stumble upon a story you can't believe you hadn't heard of before and has such a unique idea you're immediately entranced.

After Adam shifted reality, Satan disappeared, and the title of King of Hell was given to the nearest immortal. Which happens to be a certain angel.

This is the story of Aziraphale becoming the new King of Hell (while still being an angel). There are plenty of light and amusing moments in this story, but you'll find yourself cheering him on as he works to gain the loyalty of Hell's demonic forces.

I wish this was part of a series, because I could definitely read more.

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For Loving One (64K; Rated E) by @thescholarlystrumpet

Human AU. Set in 1944 in a small town in England. This one is quiet and angsty as Aziraphale has to overcome his own internal homophobia and religious trauma to find happiness with the parish's new caretaker.

Father Fell has been living a quiet life in a small parish. Despite the looming fear of war, he thought he was content with his small pleasures. Until a mysterious stranger comes to town, turning that life on its head and awakening desires the Father thought he buried long, long ago...

***

Fancy Patter On The Telephone (18K; Rated G) by @hotcrosspigeon

Set during lockdown, this fun and funny story is told completely through dialogue, mostly through phone conversations between the two.

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Libraries and Love Spells (35K; Rated T) by @silvormoon

Fantasy AU. Here's a recently completed, almost-zero angst love story set in a fictional world of sorcerers and kings that I stumbled upon while searching the "fake marriage" tag. It deserves more kudos than it has, because it's simply lovely.

It's not easy being a capital-G Good King, and Aziraphale is sick of it. All he wants is to hide in his library and read all day. That's why he's arranged with an "evil" sorcerer by the name of Crowley to pretend to be under a love spell so they can get married and Crowley can take over the kingdom. That is, of course, the kind of plan that will definitely not have any complications whatsoever...

***

And everything after this is by snae_b. I've just started a fourth one that will probably be on next week's list. They're fantastic with the plot-heavy, genre human AUs. Edited to add author's tumblr: @snae-b.

Echo (52K; Rated E)

Coffee Shop AU. When I saw this story mentioned here, the person suggested going into it without knowing anything about the plot, and having read it, I have to agree. There's nothing I could really say about this that wouldn't be a spoiler, but I can say it's not simply a coffee shop AU.

***

The Beginning and the End (45K; Rated E)

Post-apocalyptic omegaverse AU. It's the end of the world and neighbors (omega) Aziraphale and (alpha) Crowley can't depend on anyone but themselves as they flee to safety.

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Lunacy (57K; Rated E)

When I read Echo, I thought, Wow, what a great story. And then I read The Beginning and the End, and I thought, Wow, what a great story. Then I read Lunacy, and I thought, Holy shit, this is one of the best stories I've read this year.

This is a human AU set far in the future. Crowley is the crew chief of a mining operation on Styx, one of Pluto's satellites. Aziraphale is a geologist who is there to monitor the structural integrity of the tiny moon. This story is pure psychological horror. Something strange is happening, and it's a race against the clock to escape before it gets them. My heart was racing nearly every moment.

The quieter moments happen in flashbacks, because they've been on the moon for a year already and were already in a FWB relationship when the story starts. Of course, it being Aziraphale and Crowley, we all know that FWB means they're deeply, madly in love with one another. There's some lovely NSFW art embedded with this story.

[tinysimmer]

DIY Toddler bed 🐇

I was bored with the same old toddler beds and the new minimalist bed is too simple for my sims so I decided to recolor these. Just like the crib in the previous mini pack (this) it has similar swatches. I wanted to leave the wood texture in various tones because I think it looks more natural that way and more diy, for artistic and cottage family.

- 11 swatches

Some patters are created by @pluto-sims (thank you!!)

Download  (patreon always free)

[voltage-stims]

Agent 4 id pack one .. two .. three .. divider

because nobody else was brave enough to. i am cringe but i am free very self indulgent so its just what vibes i get from 4 personally

NAMES - daisy, tuna, beau, bonnie, goldie, teddi/teddy, julie, penny, marigold, mari, copper, crumb, buddy, lola, juno, bruno, kipper, millie, snickerdoodle, pip, cheddar, flynn, jupiter, nettle, owen, pluto, manta, bay

NON THEMED - hy / hym / hys / hymself - shy / hyr / hyrs /hyrself - ae / aer / aers / aerself

NOUNSELF - 4 / 4s / 4self - four / fours / fourself - splat / splats / splatself - snap / snaps / snapself - pop / pops / popself - crackle / crackles / crackleself - click / clicks / clickself - mar / mars / marself - fin / fins / finself - boo / boos / booself - daze / dazes / dazeself - sun / suns / sunself - glaze / glazes / glazeself - sea / seas / seaself - light / lights / lightself - ray / rays / rayself - leap / leaps / leapself - pitter / patter /pitters / patters / pitterself [or patterself]

[sleekervae]

The Neighbour [4.2]

Masterlist

A/N: Thank you all so much for your patience. As promised, here's the update!

Warnings: mentions of ghosts, panic attacks

DM if you wanna be tagged!

@boxofsparklingmuses @sinmatic @mndsxarts @rottingerotic @liilliiana

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There was a constant pattering thundering in the halls, back and forth, back and forth. Remington awoke suddenly, his bleary eyes adjusting to his dark surroundings and his ears pricked at the odd sound he'd awoken to. There was a shuffling, like someone going up and down the stairs, over, and over, and over.

He had to be dreaming, he must've been. Then his rationality kicked in: it had to be the cat! Pluto had been so restless since Eva left, leave it to the little furry fucker to get the zoomies in the night and wake him up.

Remington grumbled as he slid out of bed, glancing sleepily as the cat slept soundly at the end of the bed and -- wait a minute. Pluto was still asleep on the bed? Remington had to do a double take, even more perplexed now than ever. Never the less, he shuffled to the doorway and peered down the hall. Emerson's bedroom door was still closed, maybe he'd gone down for a drink of water?

No, Emerson didn't wake up in the middle of the night. An atomic bomb could be going off and he would still be dead asleep.

He inhaled sharply, wandering down the hallway and he peered sheepishly down the staircase. There was a wondering thought that maybe -- cautiously -- Eva had come home without warning and wanted to surprise him in the middle of the night. Or maybe Sebastian and Larissa had gotten into it at three in the morning and he decided to let himself in to crash?

What is wrong with you? You were just dreaming.

But no, everything was eerily silent. Remington shook his head; he was sober as a judge so he knew he couldn't have been just seeing things. Perhaps he had been dreaming after all, he figured such as he went back to his room, rolling his eyes at his own nerves.

Everything always seemed creepier in the dark. His own house that he'd bought, decorated and slummed up in had become a frightening backdrop to a film noir. He imagined he had Eva waiting for him in his bed, maybe the Rebecca novel placed on the side table after she'd knocked out another chapter, or the credits for the Hitchcock movie they'd decided to watch rolling across his laptop screen because they'd fallen asleep.

She was probably fast asleep in her own childhood bedroom, he hoped she missed him as much as he did her.

He had reached the doorway to his bedroom when it happened again. A sudden, stark shuffle of steps running up and down, up and down. It was so faint but so clear. Remington turned briskly on his heel, the whispers of a white veil flickering in the corner of his eye before it disappeared. His heart leapt in his throat, he made haste to shut the door behind him and jump back into bed, disturbing Pluto's blissful sleep and he pulled the duvet over his head like a shivering child.

Eva had always hated hospitals. When she was seven years old, Magda had a swelling appendix and her father had decided to load all the kids up to rush the oldest sister to emergency. Her mother was chartering some flight and couldn't be reached, and because he had one severely sick child out of three to handle, the other two were basically left to their own devices while they awaited the doctor. She remembered somehow getting lost within the triage wing, seeing so many curtains pulled away to reveal dozens of people, bleeding profusely, groaning and moaning in pain, the most absurd and horrifying injuries that no child should ever witness at such an age.

It took too long for a nurse to notice her and bring her back to the children's wing of the hospital, but the trauma had already been inflicted. Since then, Eva had always been uncomfortable in any hospital wing, and she made sure to follow the signs accordingly so she never had to revisit the triage.

The fact that the general hospital was awash in covid patients, surrounded by doctors running around in what she could describe as space suits and wrapped tightly in scrubs and rubber bands. Not to she had to jump through hoops upon hoops to even go for her tests, just so they could ensure she nor anyone she'd come into contact with was sick, made the experience no easier.

She sat on a hospital bed, wrapped in a hospital gown and a fresh mask strapped over her face while she undergone an ultrasound, something to test the thickness of her veins to ensure her kidney would be a good fit. Her mother's doctor had come in, breezing past the whole operation and recovery process for a kidney transplant. All of the notes, the research she had done, none of it could prepare Eva for the stark terror coursing through her body, the cool gel on her skin from the ultrasound doing little to distract her.

"Ms. Kuznetsov?" the tech running the ultrasound peered over her, her dark, tired eyes peeking out between an N-95 mask and a hospital cap, "We're all finished. You can clean up and get dressed,"

"Okay," Eva scrambled quickly to her feet, anxious to wipe the gel off her abdomen and throw her clothes back on. The room was freezing, she supposed it had to be, smelling of sterile chemicals and latex. The tech had barely uttered two words to her, staring at her computer screen while Eva changed behind an old-fashioned divider. She had apologized earlier for the lack of privacy, but given the patient intake they had to make do with every inch of space they could afford.

"Your ultrasound's gonna' be sent to the lab and compared with Mrs. McCarthy's results, and we'll have your compatibility drawn up by the end of the week," she informed.

"It takes that long?" Eva's nerves beat her to the punch before her brain could catch up, "Um -- s-sorry,"

"It usually takes a few days, yes," the tech replied, monotone as a microwave and never taking her eyes off the screen, "The end of the week will be the earliest we get back to you. Our lab's a little backed up,"

"Of course," Eva replied.

The tech spoke up again, "What's your relationship to Lydia McCarthy?" she asked.

She sighed, trying not to let their air fall heavy through her nose, "She's my mother,"

The tech paused momentarily, the silence eerie to Eva, "Oh? Her chart indicates she only has a teenage son..." she replied.

Eva rolled her eyes, "Well, as far as I know, Mrs. Lydia Kuznetsov has three adult children," she disclaimed.

"I see," the tech said.

Eva put herself together and stepped out from the divider, anxious to get out of this room and find Greg somewhere in the hospital's parking lot. The tech dismissed her without another word and Eva swiftly tried to find her way out of the wing. Everything was quieter on this side of the hospital, drawing sharp comparison with the bustling emergency wing she had passed on her way over. Eva had never felt more like the main character in a viral sci-fi movie.

She wished that Remington was waiting for her on the other side, wishing desperately that she would see him in his car, his blonde hair peeking out under a toque and some random polish color chipped off of his nails. She could still pick off the way his eyes crinkled over his mask, hiding his gentle and boyish smile that always calmed her down.

There were no visiting hours allowed, but the hospital would set up her mother with a video service so she could talk with her family later. Her family being her husband and son, as Eva still wasn't ready for a full reunion.

Greg was still parked in the same spot Eva left him at, drumming away on the steering wheel to the Red Hot Chili Peppers that echoed within the car. Eva knocked against the window, breaking him out of his auto-concert and turning down the music as she got in.

"How'd it go?" he asked.

"Al Gore has a better bed-side manner than that tech," she replied, rejoicing as she pulled off her mask.

"Give 'em a break, Eva. They're under a lot of pressure right now," he reminded her, "It's not their fault you have a hospital phobia, anyway,"

"It's a fear," she proclaimed, "Phobias are fear of irrational things while fears are completely rational,"

"Exactly. It's a phobia," he replied cheekily, "You're afraid of the one place where you should go when you have an emergency,"

Eva simpered, "The entire world is sunk in a global emergency and it's gonna take another year probably before we have a cure. Is that an irrational fear?"

"No, that is tragedy meets science meets patience," Greg replied, "Two factors of which America does not have plenty of,"

"At least we can agree on that," she sighed, "On the brighter side, I got a Hello Kitty bandaid,"

Greg chuckled, "For what?"

"They had to take a blood test. I couldn't tell if she was making fun of me or not," she said.

"I think she maybe recognized you were nervous and tried to cheer you up," he replied.

"I don't know. It's cute, anyway," she admired the pink and red bandaid over her inner elbow.

Greg was silent for a little while as he pulled into midday traffic, eyeing his little sister cautiously as he debated his next topic of conversation.

"So, dad scheduled the call at eleven," he said.

Eva gave him the side eye, "What call?"

"You know what call,"

"I'm not available,"

"Eva,"

"Greg, c'mon. I've been dodging her calls for almost a year," Eva huffed, "Why should I give in now?"

Greg rolled his eyes, "Because even though she's a flakey little witch with commitment issues, she's still our mother who might be taking one of your kidneys should the Gods allow,"

"Your pep talks still suck," she grumbled.

"Would you just humour me?" he was on the verge of begging her.

"I'm busy at four,"

"Doing what?"

"My work," she replied matter of factly.

"Eva, you can take ten minutes away from your clients," he said.

"She doesn't know that," she shrugged back.

"Evaaa," he drawled lowly, trying not to sound aggravated, "You were crying last night about how you didn't want to be like mom,"

"I told you that I'm not," she replied sternly.

"And this is me making sure you don't turn out like her," Greg reasoned.

Eva looked out the window again, the dreary, rain-slick streets passing in a frenzied blur. A part of her missed this place, she had to admit; she missed her old friends and the trouble they used to get up to in high school. She longed for the days when she didn't have to worry about stepping foot out of her house and the prospect of being sliced open for "family" wasn't on the cards. And weirdly enough, she missed Greg, too.

In the back of her mind she knew he was right; she was just like their mom because she ran away from everything. It broke her heart to realize, and she felt stupid for not picking it off beforehand. Eva was hypocritical, it broke her heart but she knew she had to face her problems before they got worse, before she truly turned out to be as flakey as her mom.

"Alright," she finally admitted, "I'll sit in on the call,"

Greg tried to bite back his smug smile, but he nodded, "Thank you,"

"I'm not promising I'll stay for the whole thing,"

"Even if you just say 'hi' and 'goodbye', I'm happy,"

To say Remington had a restless sleep was an understatement. He had tossed and turned all night, terrified of whatever the hell he'd witnessed last night. Of course when he'd asked Emerson about it this morning, the youngest brother had no damn clue just what the hell he was talking about.

"Are you sure you weren't drinking last night?" Sebastian asked, sitting across from Remington at the kitchen table as he enjoying a mediocre cup of coffee.

Remington stirred his cereal with vast irritation, knowing very well in the back of his mind that he probably sounded crazy, "No. I was sober as a judge, I swear. There was something in our fucking house last night," he tried to plead his case.

"No there wasn't," Emerson called, his face sticking into the fridge as he tried to decide what to have for breakfast.

Remington scoffed, "You were snoring so damn much, you probably woke the dead and they wanted to come after you anyway," he grumbled.

Sebastian was skeptical of course, raising his eyebrows in dismay, "I think maybe all the stress with the album is getting to you a little, Rem. That and -- you probably really miss Eva,"

"Well, of course I fucking miss her," Remington replied, "But I'm not that crazy and I'm not that stressed out. In fact, this is the least stressed out I've been putting an album together,"

"He's got a point," Emerson pointed out, finally deciding to pull out the whole carton of almond milk and settle at the table with his brothers, "I don't know, we never asked about the history of this house. Maybe there's a presence lurking about?"

"Lurking about?" Sebastian queried.

"It's a synonym for 'hanging around',"

"I know what 'lurking' means,"

"Guys, please," Remington huffed. He wasn't hungover, yet he could feel a headache beginning to throb in the back of his brain, "I don't know what happened, all I know is I'm tired and my head hurts and Pluto is a damn blanket hog,"

At the mention of his name, Pluto perked up from where he was lying at Remington's feet, staring at him almost accusingly with his big yellow eyes. Remington glowered back at him, "Yeah, I said it!"

Pluto put his head back down and went to sleep again.

Sebastian shook his head, "Okay, moving on from that... what's the status on 'Fever Dream'?"

"Which part?" Emerson asked.

"Where we almost finished writing the title track part," regarding Fever Dream.

"I'm close to giving up, to be honest," Remington huffed, "I can't -- I can't figure out the chorus, and everything I have just doesn't segway nicely with everything else we got,"

"Maybe you should ask your ghost for help?" Emerson suggested coyly.

"Maybe I should punch your face in?" Remington snapped back.

"Guys," Sebastian interjected quickly, "How about instead of reverting to past toxic behaviour you guys go have a shower," he pointed to his brothers, "And I'll set up the computer and everything, and we'll get back to work,"

"Fair enough,"

"Sounds good,"

Remington shuffled out of his chair first, Emerson lallygagged of course as he poured himself some almond milk, and Sebastian took another sip of his coffee, screwing up his face in disgust as he forced himself to swallow.

"Remington, why is it your coffee always sucks?" he asked.

Remington turned back to his older brother, smirking slyly, "Who said I made it? Maybe it was the ghost?"

"Go away,"

Remington made sure to put Pluto upstairs, knowing he wouldn't like the raucous chaos of their recording session today. And he didn't want Eva being mad at him for deafening her cat. He started to strip down and get refreshened up when his phone suddenly buzzed. A text from Eva popped up.

Hey, can we FT?

He threw a towel around his waist and rang her up right away. She popped up in her room it seemed, lying across her bed with a look of dismay on her face.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked as she soon as she picked up.

"Yeah, I just came back from the hospital," she replied, "I missed you,"

"I miss you, too," he sat back on his bed, "Your cat's such a blanket hog, I swear," he smirked.

Eva simpered, "Hey, you knew what you were signing up for," she teased.

"I know. It's only easier to deal with when you're with me," he drawled. Eva rolled her eyes, giggling anyway, "How was the hospital?"

"It was okay," she replied, "I had on one of those tricky gowns and I got a pretty IV bandaid from the doctor,"

"Oooh, can I see?"

Eva switched the camera view to show the Hello Kitty bandage on the inside of her arm, "She could tell I was nervous,"

"That's adorable," he chuckled, "They just took a blood test?"

"And they did an ultrasound, something to do with the size of my kidney and the compatibility of my veins. I don't know," she shrugged, "All my research flew out the window as soon as I walked in,"

"It's okay, babe," he assured her, "You were brave and that's all that matters,"

"Thanks," she smiled, "What're you up to today?"

"More recording," he sighed heavily, "And more banging my head against the wall because I don't feel like I know what I'm doing,"

"Oh, c'mon Remi. You absolutely do," she assured, "Is it that same song?"

"Yep,"

"What does Chris say?"

"He's optimistic -- that makes one of us at least," he smirked, "He keeps throwing different notes and chords at us but I just can't get a good chorus to flow nicely. Please help me, Virginia Woolf,"

"Oh, I wish," Eva replied, "I wish I could write a song like you could,"

"You already write poetry," he pointed out.

She shrugged, "Yeah, but writing a poem and then setting it to music is a whole other level. I love you for it,"

Remington smiled, "Well, I love you and your Hello Kitty bandage," he replied.

Eva blushed under the blue light, she wished more than anything she could have him beside her right now, "Anyway, what else are you doing today?" she asked.

"Well, I offered Sebastian to help out with Thanksgiving, but he shut that shit down super quick," he said sheepishly.

"Honey, you just perfected a good coffee. Soon enough we'll move you up to boiling an egg," Eva smirked.

"Hey, I can boil an egg!" he exclaimed, mocking insult.

"I know," she drawled back playfully, "What're you guys doing for Thanksgiving?"

"My mom will be over, and a couple of friends too," he replied, "What about you?"

"My dad will be cooking, and Greg's volunteering so I'm nervous to see how this turns out," she simpered, "And my sister's gonna be bringing her kid and her boyfriend,"

"Hmm, why does this sound like a Jerry Springer episode I would pay to watch?" he said.

"I'll set up a boxing ring in the living room," she huffed, "As if this won't be painful enough, my mom wants to have a zoom call later with us,"

"And I'm assuming you're thinking of every excuse you can to get yourself out of it, right?" he asked.

"I tried, but Greg threatened to tie me to my chair," she replied.

Remington began to laugh, "You know, Sebastian did that to me once," he mired.

"... Was it justified?" she asked.

"You can ask him. I say it wasn't. My mom says it wasn't. He has a different opinion," he replied.

"I'll have to ask him when I get back," she said, "Am I -- do you think I'm justified sin everything I did?"

"What did you do?" he asked.

"You know, ignoring my mom's calls, not keeping in touch with my family. I basically ran away from everybody without much justification," she explained.

Remington smacked his lips together, mulling it over in his head, "I wouldn't say that you 'ran away' per say. I mean, you left a situation that you felt was bad for you, I think that's pretty justified," he replied thoughtfully, "Someone saying otherwise?"

"More or less," she admitted, "You know, Greg was driving me to the hospital and I was looking around at the neighbourhood, and I mean, a part of me did miss what I had here,"

Remington tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his chest, "It's fair. It's where you grew up,"

"Yeah but, I also realized that I wasn't as happy as I could've been. I didn't get to enjoy my teens or my early adulthood," she shrugged.

"What about now?" he asked.

"I am. I think my fear is that if I stop being happy one day, am I just gonna' run away like I did here? And you know, I don't want to do that to you," he could tell she was anxious, even with just her face in view. She kept sucking in her cheeks and her speech was tight and concise.

"Eva, you're a different person than you were when you decided to move. Just like I'm a different person from before I met you. I don't know much about your family and the history and drama or whatever, but you're not the cut-and-run, type," he explained, "You took the time to plan out your career, find a place, take care of your cat and make your rent in one of the most expensive cities in the country. A flakey person -- I don't think, anyway -- is as organized as you are. And even if you were... I would follow right behind you,"

Eva began to smile, shaking her head at herself, "Am I being ridiculous?" she asked.

"No," he replied swiftly, "If it was me I'd be uncomfortable, too. But you have been so brave up to this point, if you just -- close your eyes, take some deep breathes, you'll be alright,"

"Yeah, I know," she huffed, "Thank you. I'm sorry if I keep dredging it up,"

Remington smirked, "And how many times have you listened to me ramble about my insecurities?"

"Fair," she chuckled back, "I love you a lot,"

"I know," he grinned back.

"Okay, thanks Han,"

He laughed some more, "I love you, too. And I'm always here for you," he reminded her.

"Me too," she nodded, "And don't worry about your song, it's gonna come to you before you know,"

"Oh, you think so?" he asked listlessly.

"Yeah. I mean it, you'll be fine," she smirked back.

Remington gasped, "Oh, that was good!" he cried happily. Eva's giggles crackled through the speaker, though she was interrupted momentarily when the echo for her name rang faintly in the background.

"Fuck, I think it's time," she sighed.

"You'll be alright," he assured her, "I'll keep my phone if you wanna' talk later,"

"I appreciate that," she nodded, reaching for the hangup button. Remington stopped her suddenly when another thought popped into his head.

"Hey, really quick," he interjected, "Do you remember that conversation we had not long ago about ghosts?"

Eva cocked her head to the side as she thought back, "Vaguely. Why?" she asked.

Remington shrugged sheepishly, "Well, you said you believe not necessarily ghosts, but that there's something out there..."

Eva's eyes widened, "You mean like the creepy old woman standing in the corner behind you...?"

Remington turned quicker than he should've, relief washing over him when he saw that nothing was there. Because of course nothing was there. He glowered at his smug girlfriend, "That's not funny, Eva,"

"Hey, you did it first," she simpered, "Seriously, did something happen?"

He opened his mouth to elaborate, but then thought better of it. What if she thought he was nuts? No, she wouldn't judge him like that, right?

"I don't know how to explain it, I just thought that I heard somebody running up and down the stairs last night, but there was nothing there," he explained.

"Was it Pluto?" she asked.

"That's what I thought! But he was asleep beside me!" he exclaimed.

"Well, it's an older house. Maybe you just heard some clunking in the walls?" she suggested. Eva heard her dad call her name again, a little more forcefully this time, "I'm sorry, Rem, but I really have to go,"

"I know, I know," he nodded, "You're right, it's probably nothing, anyway,"

"Well, I don't know. How about we look it into it, later?"

"Sounds good," he nodded, "I love you,"

"I love you, too. Bye," her smile was the last thing he saw before his screen went dark.

Remington lifted himself off his bed, the towel still slung over his hips as he ventured into the bathroom. With the flick of the switch, the bathroom was illuminated in a soft, spa-like glow. He started to wash his face and get his toothbrush ready, when all of the sudden the lights over his head began to flicker. He stared at the bulbs over the mirror for a moment, his heart nearly stopping when they went off and on again. Maybe Eva was right, maybe it was just an older house and things were clunking and wiring was faulty? But then again...

"Sebastian? Can you come up here, please?"

Eva hopped down the stairs a moments later, her heart racing in her chest when she heard voices in the kitchen, familiar and unfamiliar. One of them she clearly recognized as her mom.

She took a deep breath before she hit the main floor, closing her eyes and letting Remington's reassurance echo in her ears. She had been a big girl up to this point, she could fake it for a little bit longer.

She wandered into the kitchen, her hands tucked deeply in the back pockets of her jeans as she came across her dad sitting across from another man, Julian McCarthy. Across from them was an open laptop, her mom's face illuminated on the screen. A large lump grew in her throat.

Her dad lit up when he saw Eva, "Ah, there you are," he exclaimed, trying to remain optimistic, "You're just in time. You remember Julian, right?"

Julian was a distinguished older gentleman, harbouring the same charm as Willem Dafoe in a Wes Anderson movie. His brushed back hair and deep sunken eyes would've made him perfect for any role in a film noir.

"It's nice to see you again, Eva," he stood up and extended his hand to her. Eva kept her hands in her pockets, the rushing of blood between her ears too loud for her to comprehend for anything else. Her eyes stayed trained on her, a pale shadow of the woman she used to know, hooked up to beeping machines and a breathing tube under her nose.

"Yeah. If you don't mind, I'm not really shaking hands right now," she murmured shakily.

Julian nodded, "Oh, of course. I forget sometimes," he chuckled bashfully.

"Eva!" her mother suddenly cried, some semblance of joy coming over her face, "Look at you! You're all grown up!" her voice was softer, still so familiar, motherly. The rushing in her ears grew louder.

Her father swooped in quickly, "She's moved to California, now! She's thriving over there, aren't you baby cakes?"

Eva wasn't sure whether to be annoyed or relieved at her father, but she went with it anyway, "Y-Yeah,"

"Why, that's wonderful!" Julian cried, "Good for you! Are you still writing?"

"I heard you're running your own business!" her mother exclaimed, "That's amazing!"

Her hands clenched into fists, her nails dug deeply into her palms. Hot flashes flooded through her body as she continued to talk, "You didn't have to come all the way back for this, especially with everything going on these days,"

Her chest began to tighten, her breathing became short. Eva recognized the common signs of a panic attack, she needed some fresh air.

"Um -- excuse me for a minute," and she made a mad dash for the back door. She passed Greg in a blur.

"Eva? Eva what's wrong?" he called after her to no avail.

Eva burst through the back door into the yard, rain drizzling down before her. She took big, deep breaths, her eyes slipping shut as she fell into one of the deck chairs.

Well, that was embarrassing.

She whipped out her phone from her pocket, quickly pulling up Remington's contact as she debated whether or not to call him again. No, he told you he's working. Let him work right now. You'll be okay, just breathe... just breathe.

Her mantra was repeated over and over, inhaling through her nose and exhaling through her mouth. She wondered if anybody would come to check on her, or if her dad was making excuses for her. He did that a lot, even after the divorce trying to appease his ex-wife when she visibly showed discontent for him. That was why he invited her to Eva's grad without her prior knowledge.

The fresh air began to settle her nerves and her body temperature cooled off. Her ears perked up when she heard a faint coughing in the distance, some sputtering emanating behind the tree in their yard. Her curiosity got the better of her; on shaky legs she got up and went to investigate the coughing.

Needless to say, she was perplexed to see Theo McCarthy sitting under the tree, damp and shivering under the rain.

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I love all the jokes and stuff that are in your ocs names. Could you explain of few of them because I think people should see just how much effort you put into these characters. My character designer heart is gonna explode cause your stuff is just so uasdhfajs, ya know.

I dunno what names you mean specifically but I'll just spitball some

BEANSTALKED

Jack Dorado - Jack is often a stand in name for "Some guy" and Dorado is spanish for "Golden" so I mentally have his name as "Golden Boy" because he is the goodest boy in my line up.

Nana Hunter - She went through a name change recently but her name being Nana, in canon, comes from her dad wanting to name her Cinnamon for being small, sweet, and red hair even though her mom disagreed. So He chose to name her Nana (cinNAmon). IN REAL LIFE, Jack calls her Nana a lot as a nickname so I just used it as her new real name and in some places it actually is. Plus she is a hunter.

Pinokuni Sylva - Pinokuni is a play on Pinocchio with with Kuni initially coming from the Swahili word for firewood (at least that's what I read but I 200% can be wrong) and Sylva being forest because his body came from a tree his dad cut down from the forest he gets his wood from.

Kai Guirlande - Kai is a name with multiple meanings in many languages which fits Kai being a very peaceful and "easy to get along with" guy. Guirlande is is a wreath often made from flowers and Kai comes from a kingdom that is very much into flowers

Ashe Kindling - Ashe comes from Ashe and how Cinderella is basically named from the ash that falls on her from the fire she sleeps by and Kindling is basically easily combustible items for starting fires aka Ashe and her arson lovin' ass.

Beanstalked is the only story where I kinda freeball the names and just base them off what I think fit the character.

BONDWIDTH

Every character is named off something related to space with my intent for the lethal forces in story to be named after planets. RIGHT NOW there's only Pluto and Sunny (although the sun is less of a planet and more of a star but still-pretty big body to ignore in space) but I am planning on going down our Solar System.

Nova and her friends, Lumi, Aster, and Estelle are named after stars and other space stuff.

GLITTER AND GUILT

Each hero name is based off whatever running theme I have going on with the team. The Beloveds are named after endearing nicknames for partners (Sweetheart, Dear, Baby, Honey, Angel, Darling) with their weapons being named after a phrase meaning heartbeat (Pitter Patter Pistols, Doki Doki Dukes, Ba-Dump Blades, Heartbeat Hold, Cherished are named after types of happiness (Delight, Glee, Joy, Bliss), The Daring are ice cream flavors, and the Gamers are named after the big game of Africa which is why they are named "The Gamers".

The villain names are the same with the Flavor Four and many Monstrum being named after flavors and phrases related to such.

Slayerback is a play on Silverback Gorilla because he is very monkey based. Fairest rhymes with Heiress and she wants to be the "Fairest of them All". And Hail-Raiser is very in your face with the word play.

Decking City itself is based off cards...TBH ALL OF GLITTER AND GUILT HAVE PLAYING CARD SUBLIMINAL MESSAGING! Decking is a play on "Deck King" and is the 52nd state. And each of the major teams have leaders wearing some suit. Beloveds are hearts, Flavor Four are Spades, Cherished are Clovers, and Gamers are Diamonds. The Jollies are joker cards. I'm planning on having more card based stuff with the city like street names and sneaking more casino game based stuff.

As for the monster names, I realize it is easiest to keep them simple and I default to just using the "[insert animal]-like" word. So Lupine are literally "Wolf like" because they are, themselves, wolf like creatures. Meowlings technically should be Feline and that might be an alternate name like scientifically or something....IamnotsmartIhavefunthough.

Sometimes I use latin names like Monstrum because literally is "Monster" in latin and that is what they are meant to be. I know all of the Bride of Bats characters are named something in latin that fit them like Cordula is heart and Gulo is Glutton.

I'm planning on naming Sharks and Kisses characters after marine stuff. Mariana is named after the trench, Donnie is named after the megalodon--

I have no idea who is still reading this at this point. I also know I didn't list all of the name schemes because I have SO many and just tried to focus more on the main ones.

But yeah-lots of injokes

With myself

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Bonus reality when I don't share almost any popular opinions

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hello, its me, the anonymous troll, i have come to your blog fortress to troll you, never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you, you have been trolled, have a nice day and drink your water

You have lost The Game

[switch-in-time]

Long time no see buddy! Hopefully your starting to feel the creative juices again. The babies have not left my heart :3-Ender

!!!!!! Heya!!

I was writing up a basic synopsis for au stuff but when I transferred my phone I lost the documents so my motivation in that kinda went down the [drain]. BUT!!! the kids are so great and I lomve them :)

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Hellooooo! New friend! You’re sure up late! Are we having a slumber party? Where are all of your friends? We can finger paint, tell stories, drink Fizzy Faz until our heads ex-PLODE and stay up all night! There is only one rule: keep the lights on. ON. On…

Don't you want a PUPPET SHOW?? I-I-I have Glitter glue! Do ya like GLITTER GLUE???

ᴳᵒᵒᵍˡʸ ᵉʸᵉˢˀ

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[yoichichi]

bunny you have NO RIGHT TO MAKE ME FALL HARDER IN LOVE WITH YOU AT 4AM 😭😭😭 you're SO gorgeous and even more beautiful than i thought you would be (this sounds impossible but it happened) i love your smile so much and i just love ur perfect face ok?

PLUTO

YOU MAKE ME SO SOFT I STG LIKE OMG

I’M COMIN TO YOUR DMS

[sleekervae]

Nutella Cake | The Neighbour

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A/N: Hi. My mental health is in the toilet. But today is a special holiday, so I wrote this to cheer me (and hopefully some of you) up. Happy Birthday to the Nutella King!! 👑

Warnings: set in the future of The Neighbour, spoilers for that obviously. Mostly a ball of fluffiness

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It was as though someone had flipped a switch, and once again Remington's birthday was upon him. He always liked his birthdays, especially now, feeling blessed he could share in the joy with some of the most special people in his life.

His girlfriend of course was at the apex of his list.

He had woken up at a reasonable time this morning, the sun just peaking out from cracks in the Venetian blinds. He wasn't hungover, but he was tired as he'd been up late the night before. The band was getting ready to start filming one of their most ambitious projects yet, and of course in his excitement, Remington had lost track of his timing.

Nevertheless, he was looking forward to having a quiet day today. He'd gone on vacations, thrown some wild parties, but not very often did he get to have a quieter occasion for his birthday. Since the move to Europe, he took solace in the peaceful goings on.

He grumbled to himself as he turned over, his hand reaching out before he could even think to open his eyes. He expected to brush against warm skin, though instead his fingers grazed the soft hyde of cat fur. Remington's eyes slipped open, blearily making out Pluto's haunch as he laid curled up where Eva was supposed to be. To say he wasn't a little annoyed was a fib, he always looked for any opportunity he could to snuggle with his girl after all. However, his grumbling morphed into curiosity as he heard some clamouring in the kitchen.

Doing a quick stretch, he scooped the pale tabby in his arms, cradling him like the big baby he was he Remington shuffled into the kitchen. The blinds had been drawn up to let in the warm sunlight, basking Eva in the most delicate glow imaginable. She was the image of sweetness and perfection, her cotton shorts sitting on her hips, matched with a delicate grey bralette. Her hair, longer now, was loose and flowing around her shoulders. Remington sometimes missed how cute she was with her shorter hair, but he couldn't deny how drop dead gorgeous she was with longer hair, too. He loved everything about her, unabashedly shameless about watching her fix the morning coffee.

Eva's attention was only garnered as she heard some rustling, followed by the patter of four paws clicking against the tile. Pluto was impatient -- as usual -- and had leapt out of Remington's arm to waddle over to his food bowl for inspection. He paid the couple no mind as he began to eat his kibble.

Her smile was radiant, though she appeared a little skittish as she brewed the coffee and shoved at some knick knacks behind the cupboard.

"Good morning,"

"Good morning," he sauntered over to her, unashamed to be only dressed in his boxers, and surely his jet black hair was a crow's nest right now. Neither of them cared, Eva was the first to lock her arms around him, embracing him in a sweet morning kiss.

She pulled away gently, her lips still brushing against his as she whispered, "Happy birthday,"

"Thank you," and he dove back in again, tasting the hint of orange juice she'd enjoyed moments earlier, one hand resting on her hip while the other rested on the small of her back... and slipping lower and lower...

Eva giggled as his fingers pushed at the hem of her shorts, "You don't want to wait for your coffee?" she teased.

He shook his head, smirking playfully, "Not when I have my gift to unwrap," he replied.

He then slipped his hand under the waistband, rubbing over her bum and giving her an affectionate squeeze. Eva mewled, stepping forth to push him against the rim of the kitchen counter.

"But I have a real present for you," she grinned back, "If you'll grant me some patience...?"

"Oh, alright," he mocked a heavy sigh, letting her go nonetheless as she slipped back to the coffee machine. Eva pulled out a white box from behind, peaking his interest as she caught him looking at her.

"Look over there," she pointed in the other direction.

"Really?" he chuckled.

"Yes! Really!" she demanded coyly, "Or I'll beat you up,"

"Okay! Okay!" Remington turned his gaze to the opposing window, looking out over the sleepy Friday morning neighbourhood. He heard cardboard folding, a distinctive clicking, and then he smelled it: candle wax.

"Okay, you can look now," he turned around again, warmth filling his chest and his lips turning up as high as they could in a beaming grin. Eva had a small chocolate cake on a plate, adorned in hazelnut crumbs and Ferrero truffles, with an adorable birthday candle sizzling in the middle. She smiled, nervously shifting back and forth. She didn't know why, she had celebrated four birthdays now with Remington, and she was still nervous about making his day special. He always did for her, anyhow.

"Happy birthday," she beamed.

Remington chuckled, "What? You're not gonna sing to me?"

"Not if we want this to be a happy occasion," she giggled nervously.

He shook his head at her, "Every day with you's a happy occasion," he replied coyly.

Eva refrained from rolling her eyes, standing maybe a foot apart from him as she held out the cake, "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. The candle's gonna drip!"

"I gotta' make a wish, first!" he replied.

Remington took a moment, eyes flitting up to the ceiling, then humming quite loudly to himself, stroking the few hairs he had on his chin. Eva rolled her eyes at him that time, she sighed loudly enough to match him.

"What?" he simpered.

"I didn't say anything," she shrugged back.

"Oh, you didn't have to," with that, Remington leaned forward and blew out the candle.

"What did you wish for?" she asked as she lowered the cake.

Remington grinned back, "Nothing," he shook his head, "Absolutely nothing,"

Eva cocked a brow, "Just like last year, and the year before, and the year before?"

"Actually -- three years ago I had a lot of wishes. One was to put out a bangin' fucking album, one was to travel the entire world with my best friends... and one of them was to have you as my girlfriend," he replied.

She simpered back, "So, I imagine option three was a bit of a disappointment," she said as she set the cake down.

"Says the woman who broke out birthday cake for breakfast," he drawled, taking her by her hips.

"It's appropriate," she shrugged, pressing up on her toes to kiss him again. It was wild for her to comprehend that he was twenty-nine now, she still always thought of Remington as that twenty-six year old dorky kid who answered the door in his boxers and wanted to dye his hair every three months. Eva was twenty-seven now, a concept she herself couldn't grasp as she felt so mature, and still so young and unknowing. So much had changed in three years, and still the love she had for him never faltered, no matter whether they were separated by distance or commitments. All that she was absolutely sure of was that every day was a new adventure with Remington.

"I do have one wish," he mumbled quietly.

"I'm scared," she giggled.

He smirked coyly, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek before whispering in her ear, "I wanna' hear you sing,"

She groaned, pulling away and instead going in search of plates, "Rem..."

"Evaaaa..."

"I hate you,"

"It's my birthday, though!" he cried defiantly, "C'mon, you were right! I don't ever wish for anything!"

Eva shook her head, pulling out two plates, forks, and a cake slicer, "Does it make a difference if I mention the cake's made with Nutella?" she asked.

Remington glanced at the chocolatey confection, his stomach beginning to tremble at the notion, "It looks fantastic, thank you," he pressed another kiss to her temple, leaning against the counter as she began to slice it up, "Why don't you ever sing for me? You won't even sing with me in the car?"

"Rem, trust me. I'm not a good singer," Eva assured him.

"Says who?"

"Said Greg, Magda, and a few unsavoury characters from middle school," she slipped the first slice onto his plate.

"Okay, but middle school was a long time ago," he noted.

"And my boyfriend is a literal rockstar, so --" she pointed to herself with the slicer "Me doing the singing thing -- nope. Nah uh," she shook her head again.

Remington sighed, subtly swiping his finger through the icing at the side, "Five seconds?" he queried, "Five seconds of whatever you wanna' sing. I'll take Old McDonald at this point," he pouted at her, "Pretty please?"

Eva whimpered under her breath, softening at his gentle plea. She stared up at the ceiling for a moment, stared back at him, then scrunched her eyes shut, her knuckles gripping white around the cake slicer as she inhaled sharply.

"... Happy birthday to you!" she couldn't get through the full verse without breaking out into giggles; her face went red and her shoulders slumped. Remington was in awe, everything she did he found especially adorable. Especially when she was shy.

"Aw, c'mon! That was great!" he pulled her into his chest, "I do have some notes --"

"Remington!" she scolded.

"I'm kidding," he chuckled, "Best birthday gift, ever,"

She narrowed her eyes at him, "That was the best birthday gift you've ever received? Dear God, I need to put some work in," she huffed.

"C'mon, you already do so much for me," he then swiped the icing across her nose. Eva huffed, relinquishing defeat.

"As he irritates the woman holding the knife," she held up the slicer, mockingly waving it with threat.

Remington feigned shock, "You wouldn't dare!"

Eva pressed a kiss to his cheek, making sure to smush some of the icing across his face, "Nope. I'd never," she grinned back.

Remington wiped some off with his knuckle, tasting the familiar, indulgent nuttiness of the chocolate frosting, "Delicious," he swiped some more across his bottom lip, "You wanna taste?" his lips formed a smirk as he eyed her, a brow quirked up.

"Sure," the words barely left her before his mouth was on hers once again, locking her lips with his in another heated kiss. Her fingers brushed up into his hair, long enough again that he'd started tying it back on occasion. The touch of his fingertips on her skin left behind a field of goosebumps, chocolate crossing from his lips to hers and making a proper mess of the both of them. He pecked across her cheek and down her neck, decorating her in splotches of sweetness.

Eva gasped as Remington suddenly scooped her up and lifted her onto the counter, her leg just shy of missing the cake. Remington never looked more beautiful than when he backed away momentarily; his lips slightly red and swollen, panting heavily with his hair all a mess because of her fingers.

His eyes followed her free hand, a finger taking some more cake and holding it up to him. He obliged, greedily licking it off of her and biting down gently on the digit. They were both a sight to behold, covered in cake and half dressed, and yet Eva never appeared more beautiful to him. He truly felt so blessed to have her, all of his wishes came true.

Remington did so much for Eva, and no matter how much she tried to repay him back it never seemed like enough. He made the bad days better, showed her newer, beautiful things across the world, took care of her when she was sick. More than anything, she was grateful to him for loving her, wholly and completely, and she knew he felt just the same about her.

She brushed his hair from his eyes, picking out flecks of icing stuck in strands that they'd surely need to get out in the shower later. Her heart melt as his eyes held nothing but pure love for her. Love, and gratuity for the life they'd built together.

"Happy birthday, Remington,"

None of them were the wiser however to the pale tabby sitting on the table, watching the loved up pair as Pluto wondered which of them were going to feed him...