faith, trust and pixie dust

"Anyone understand? All I want is a kiss"

At Skittery’s words, eyebrows had been raised, mischevious expressions worn throughout the room. 

Sniper not being one to fuss over her birthday, Dutchy and Specs had known that when she’d brought up the subject of a party due to their friends being so split out in every direction that they had to arrange something. 

You’d best believe those two went ALL OUT for Sniper. 

Dress code, slushy machine, bouncy castle fit for non children and of course the cake that Specs made himself, with Dutchy’s input of course (by input: passing him what he’d asked for and commenting how good it looked along the way) 

Sniper’s staying with her dad for a week beforehand gave the lads plenty of time to sort out the back garden for the party. 

Of course those two had put into place the theme of Royal shenigans, knowing fine well Sniper’d pull it right out the bag. 

ONLY upon pulling up to her own party, she’d defied expactations, no princess ball gown, no suit fit for a prince but instead full Elizabeth Swan pirate get up, “couldn’t be too predicatble could I?” she’d smiled, arms open to the lads who’d been looking rather spiffy themselves. 

Smalls totally hadn’t been drooling over the older girl, Finch not far off either. 

But cue Blink and Mush pulling up, both with open arms to the girl who’d been ecstatic to see them, “yous made it”, Blink and Mush both in princess dresses, matching tiaras, “wouldn’t miss it for the world” Blink speaking, then cupping Sniper’s face, “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful” he’d spoke, making Sniper beam. 

Mush had practically been sat in his fruit and veg patch watching his babies grow. 

Knowing that things grow better with love, he’d dedicated several times of the day to just hanging with his to be strawberries, carrots and tomatoes. Blink not at all phased to hear him singing whilst sat there, his big floppy hat covering him from the sun as he’d bopped back and forth. 

So you can imagine the excitement on his face when there’d been sign of produce, Blink near being knocked into next week as the lad had excitedly run to him, “come see come see” and who was Blink to deny him that simple happiness?

Cue the proud smile on Kid Blink’s face as Mush was crouched beside his plants, “Mush Meyers you are my entire world. I’m so proud” 

Not a differing shade had Mush turned, simply standing to peck Blink’s lips before returning to his handy work, Blink now with reddening cheeks, “I’ll go get the camera” 

“To fall in love with you is to fall in love with the world again” 

Oh the glisten in Mush’s eye at Blink’s words, his own eyes lidded and chin rested on Mush’s chest, Mush’s fingers in his blond locks, “you sure got a way wi’ words Blink” 

“Am jus reportin’ the news” 

Mush had rather admired Blink for this, what he felt he spoke, no matter how poetic and no matter who was around - even if it made for an awkward sitaution in which Kloppman heard the love declaration of a lifetime - 

But Blink indeed had meant what he’d said, in falling in love with Mush, he’d grown to appreciate the world around him that bit more. 

The way that the sun come through the lodging house window, engulfing them in the soft shade of orange, the way the wind felt against his skin, the sound of the bustling streets of Manhattan. 

Smalls on a health and beauty course I hear you say? I mean you didn’t but shhh

Jack being ever so supportive had volunteered his head as practise for the younger girl, Smalls appreciative of this. 

So, picture a very patchy blond Jack Kelly with his dark eyebrows, make up done flawlessly though. 

Sitting up from washing the bleach out, Jack could tell just by Smalls’ expression that it hadn’t gone according to plan. 

Now Racetrack who’d just gotten in from work, hearing the two in the bathroom had decided upon investigating, near buckling at the sight of Jack, Smalls only putting her face in her hands, “I’m so sorry” 

“Well I’m glad you’re getting major laughs outta this” Jack had spoken, tossing a towel at Racer who’d only just caught it, fumbling back slightly still, beyond amused. 

“You’re next” and with that, he’d turned to witness the damage, “I don’t know what Racer’s laughing for” and he’d posed a little, “I like it” 

Smalls lifting her head from her hands, “you do?” 

Mush had loved the little things in life: waking up in time to watch the sunrise, splitting the last jaffa cake, Blink wiping the cream from a tunnocks tea cake off of his upper lip, the dafodils that grew on the cusp of the farm and seeing the smile on Blink’s face when his outfit of the day consisted of dungarees that were smeared with paint. 

This specific pair of dungarees were only brought out when there was painting to be done so when Blink had awoken to find Mush in his messy dungarees in the kitchen, filling a bucket with water, he’d knew his role for the day would be keeping little miss busy, the lil trouble maker having a taste for chaos when her dad tried to actually do things. 

There was a reason the barn hadn’t been finished and that reason was one Mrs Nora, who every time they attempted to, went and stuck her nose in, trailing little painted paw prints through the house or rubbing against the barn, getting herself covered in paint. 

So, Blink had ensured when Mush had gone out to paint the plant pots that Mrs Nora was well amused but then came a phone call, Blink expecting news on how Barney had gotten on at an audition. 

And there Mrs Nora saw her chance, Mush not even seeing her coming, only hearing the clattering that was Blink trying to catch up to her. 

Blush having been invited to spend the weekend with Mush’s parents and Barney half a dozen cities over for a show, the watching of the farm house had fallen upon one Finch Cortes who’d been happy to help out. 

Now between Mrs Nora and Lil Ducky, Finch had his work cut out for him. The two little shits had banned together to make his life that bit more difficult, Lil Ducky refusing to move from in front of the bread bin and Mrs Nora dragging half of his stuff outside and into the chicken coop. 

“I bet you don’t pull this shit with your dads, huh?” Finch had asked, scooping Mrs Nora up in his arms, “ya little shit” 

Course she’d chosen then to let her helicopter noise be known, Finch fighting off a smile, “don’t go and be cute now, I’m mad at you” 

Mush had been tinkering away in the kitchen, making use of the still empty space to practise some dance steps, the CD player quielty producing the soundtrack to his morning music video. 

Fairly enthralled in what he was doing, he hadn’t heard the creaking come from the hall floorboards, Blink having awoken, sleep still on his expression as he’d been wrapped in the blanket Mrs Nora had dragged onto the bed. 

When Mush did notice him, Blink had been leant against the door frame, a smile laced on his lips as he’d watched contently, “you’re the love of my life Mush Meyers” 

“It's disgusting how much I love you”

Mush could only smile at Blink’s words, their noses pressed together, the pair lay on the lower bunk, a sleeping Racetrack above them, providing ambient noise for their late night cuddle sesh, knowing all too well that no one who’d perhaps awoken would say anything.

A common night at the flat for Albert and Finch consisting of Albert’s arms around Finch as he sways the pair back and forth, awaiting the kettle pinging, signalling it’s done boiling, Finch’s hand in Albert’s as he wears a big ole smile, Albert’s cheeks tinting pink as he’d found himself being twirled.  

“It’s always belonged to you” Blink had spoken, Mush’s gaze on him so endearing as he’d been laid on his side, Blink tracing circles in the palm of his hand.  

“You’re a softie Kid Blink” Mush had spoken, voice quiet as to not disturb any of the sleeping boys surrounding them.  

Blink’s lips had turned up into that of a smile, “only for you”, leaning up with a slight face when he couldn’t reach, Mush meeting him the rest of the way with a matching grin.  

Pulling apart, Blink’s cheeks had been home to a soft shade of red, Mush’s spare hand coming up to tenderly thumb the space below Blink’s eye, “how’d I get so lucky huh?”  

“God you’re so clingy”  

“You came into MY bed” Jack had spoken, amusement rife in his voice as Racetrack had koala'd him.  

Usual antics at the Kelly household, Smalls in the other room unaware of the two lad’s tomfoolery.  

Jack had appreciated Racetrack’s staying over, unbothered when the younger boy had taken up the other half of his bed but Racer wasn’t capable of staying on his own side of the bed, always needing to be right up next to whoever was beside him, so when Jack turned to be more comfortable, a hand over Racer’s waist, he’d muttered this.  

Race couldn’t contain his laughter, head against Jack’s shoulder, “you love me”  

The real purpose of a mug handle Mush had come to realise was for the baby chicks that snuck their way into the house and needed a heating, Mush finding on more than one occasion, the mug he’d left sitting with a baby birb cosied into the handle due to the warmth of the mug.  

Finch whilst house sitting, having made friends with Lil Ducky after the pancakes but now faced with Mrs Nora who’s been grumpy with him.

Knocking everything and anything off of the table, pulling washing off of the lines and the clothes horse, chasing the ducks and raiding his suitcase, Finch finding her with one of his socks, dragging it down the hall, her royal fluffiness’ head held high and her chirping to the bird that’s sitting at the front door.  

Finch noticing her with the sock, “oh no you don’t” and jogging up the hall to cut her off, Mrs Nora flopping down onto her side, the sock in her mouth, “thanks for saving me the trouble of chasing you” and Finch crouching down, “but I will be needing that back” and ending up giving her scritches under her chin, Mrs Nora swatting at him.  

Finch finding himself house sitting for Blush whilst they drive Barney to another city for an audition. 

Finch had thought himself to be rather good with the animals, until he’d come face to face with one Lil Ducky first thing in the morning, having no clue how he’d even got into the kitchen. 

The lil shit going for his fingers when he’d tried to open the bread bin, “look dude, I’m just here to get some bread” but Lil Ducky’s having none of it.  

“Help me out here” Finch speaking, turning to Mrs Nora who’s sitting on the kitchen table but she just picks up a paw to lick it, Finch turning back to Lil Ducky, “what’s it gonna take for you to let me into the bread huh?”  

The answer was teeny tiny pancakes. 

“Don’t go in for a hug. He might kiss you”  

Blink had thrown a pillow at Finch then, the latter laughing.  

Not yet vocal about the relationship about he and Mush, you can envision the look on Blink’s face when Finch had walked in on Mush hugging the lad just for Blink to give him a smoocheroo, Finch slowly backing out to give them space.