~ various character x reader

> Malcom Tucker

It was Malcoms birthday today.

Unfortunately it had to be during one of the most important interviews of the campane.

You were spending the time with Malcolm in his office and thought wishing him a happy birthday wasn't enough.

Instead, you sent him a cake without him knowing.

"Happy birthday Malcom," the receptionist said, bringing a package in for him.

"Oh, don't say that," he frowned, walking over to his desk curiously.

You stood back with your arms folded and watched him look at you then the package confused.

"What's this?" He asks.

"A box, what do you think?" you joke.

"I didn't order anything,"

"Open it," You say, rolling your eyes.

He looks up at you then down at the package again before opening it up.

Inside was a square sized cake with the words 'Happy birthday c*nt' written on it. He looks over at his receptionist.

"This could be from anyone," he says, looking up at the two in shock.

"Take a wild guess," you say making him furrow his brows before taking out a piece of paper.

'Happy birthday from the president'

"This was Tom's idea of a joke," he frowns.

You couldn't help but laugh.

"What's so funny?"

"The fact you think it was Tom baffles me," you laugh more.

"You mean it was you?" He asks pointing the note at you.

"Ta daa. Thought wishing you 'happy birthday' was boring. So, I thought, fuck it send him a cake," you said watching his dumbfounded face exchange glances between you and the cake.

"Well, you got the icing spot on," the receptionist compliments.

"I agree, it's my favourite part," Malcolm finally chirps in.

The two end up sitting down listening over the radio, eating away at the cake.

"This isn't that bad," he says.

"Your welcome," you smile

As the interview went on Malcolm heard enough of it.

"Right. That's fucking it, grab your coat we're leaving," he says, jumping up from his desk and collecting his coat.

"Where we going?"

"To decapitate some idiots,"