#everyone say Li happy bday

[chupenguin]

I'll be the man my father never was (extra)

[Remember the dadzai fic being in hiatus?? Well, here's a small part of what I had planned, posting it for @imsofrancey bday!! Have an amazing day!!!]

December 2022

Nights like this are getting less usual with each passing day. 

Now, Dazai doesn’t call for a helping hand, only so he can drink himself to sleep in a bar down the streets of his city. 

Adam is right about what think, he should burn the desire to drink and drown with something else that soothes his mind and, with a little try and error, walking around was found to be the answer.

So, Dazai becomes an elderly man, strolling around the city with hands in his pockets. His fingers twitch, aching to hold a cigarette, but he pushes that to the back of his mind as well, and keeps walking in the dead of the cold winter night.

Would you stay for Christmas? Chuuya asked two days ago.

We’ll leave once winter is over.

Like some kind of princess trapped inside the hut in the goods, or a pirate condemned to take refuge in the port during the months the ocean was ungovernable.

Their tug of war of offering Dazai and Atsushi to stay and not being able to leave, had been going on since September and maybe, by this time, Dazai didn’t really wanted to keep playing.

It’s late when Dazai comes back from his walk, later than he had planned when he told Chuuya about heading out for a while. He needed to clear his mind, to walk around an empty city, thinking about nothing and allowing his feet to take him wherever his body wanted.  

With all the complaints he had at first, Dazai is glad when he opens the door of Chuuya’s apartment. If he was still alone, he would have paced around the house, digging his nails too deep into brittle skin as he tried to ground himself. With Chuuya home, he can leave for a walk, knowing that Atsushi is safe and sound, without having to call and bother one of his friends or coworkers. 

Balancing everything is easier now, and Dazai knows that without Chuuya here, his bad habits would knock on the door much louder than they already do.  

“Chuuya?” he calls softly, but the apartment remains silent as he takes off his shoes. Three pairs of shoes align by the door now. Atsushi's ones are more for the show than anything but, in these past weeks, Chuuya had bought enough baby shoes to fill a room.

“He’ll walk soon”, he said last night. “I can feel it.”

The tiniest doc martens Dazai had ever seen seem to be his favorite ones, and that are the ones in the genkan. Maybe Atsushi and Chuuya went for a walk too, sooner in the afternoon. 

There is no sign of Chuuya in the living room or in the kitchen. Maybe for once he dragged himself to bed early, not waiting for Dazai to come back. He doesn’t blame him, work and taking care of both Atsushi and Dazai, is a draining thing to do. Not even Chuuya and all his energy can keep the rhythm with the kind of life they have now. 

“You’re asleep?” The door to Chuuya –their– room opens, just to find an empty bed, and that’s strange, because there’s no sound coming from the bathroom, and the small balcony door is closed. “Slug?” 

Chuuya may be short, but not enough to disappear inside the apartment. And much less left it unattended. The only ones in the room are the cats, sleeping peacefully in an empty bed. 

“Did you fall asleep in the brat’s room?” opening the door slowly, in case the kid is sleeping, Dazai walks into the next room. Feet light against the carpet and tiptoeing around toys. “Chuuya?” 

He asks again, because Chuuya is not occupying the rocking chair.  

“Where are-,” oh. “Hi...” 

Dazai gets his answer when he approaches the crib to see Atsushi.  

“Found you.” 

He should laugh at the vision of Chuuya fitting inside a crib, but instead of that Dazai’s heart melts with affection at the way his partner embraces Atsushi. The kid is holding onto the adult´s shirt, melted in his arms in a sleep that looks deep and comfortable. 

Atsushi has a tendency to fall asleep holding onto something. 

And a tendency for waking up when someone makes him let go from that something. 

Dazai can see it, Chuuya rooking the baby in his arms until he was quietly snoring, and climbing into the crib when he realized that he wasn’t letting go of his finger. Anything to not wake him up. 

“Someone’s back is not going to be happy about this tomorrow,” short and small and everything, Chuuya is curled into a pretzel to fit inside the crib. “Sleep well dear.”

And then, he heads for his own spot in Chuuya’s cold bed. 

A loud sound blasting through the baby monitor wakes him up a few hours later. Dazai opens his eyes and jumps from the bed so quickly that he’s not even half awake when he bursts Atsushi’s door open, rushing into the room like a hurricane. 

He freezes in the spot the moment he realizes what’s happening. 

It wasn’t a cry that woke him up, no. 

It was a laugh, crystal clear and filling the room in a way that makes the static in Dazai’s brain go away.  

Well, more like two laughs. 

Atushi's giggles, clear and happy and so full of life, make a strange contrast with Chuuya laugh, deep and a little ugly. But Dazai always found the way Chuuya laughed charming, even if it was loud and a little bit crooked.  

They're still sitting inside the crib, Atsushi on Chuuya's lap, who keeps ticking the baby's sides, making him burst with happy noises for the first time in the morning. 

“Oh, you’re awake,” Chuuya says, looking at him from his spot in the crib. Dazai expected to find him ashamed or blushing because of it, but he looks pretty content with his sleeping spot of choice for the night. “Morning.” 

“Good morning...” 

“Say morning to dad Sushi,” and he grabs Atsushi's little arm, making the kid wave at him. 

“Papa!” Atsushi makes grabby hands at him and Dazai’s legs finally answer, walking toward the crib so he can pick up the kid. “Papa!” 

“Papa looks weird,” Chuuya jumps out of the crib without problem, stretching like a cat in the sun. Dazai decided to ignore the cracking sound Chuuya’s bones make, too focused on the sight for a few seconds before that. “Everything is fine?” 

Chuuya’s hand rests on his arm, warm and secure. It's not a firm grip, he just places them against his cold skin, and Dazai shivers at the touch. Or maybe, it’s the soft look in Chuuya's eyes that makes him shiver. 

With morning light sneaking in the room, Chuuya’s eyes are magical, light dancing over the mismatched colors. He looks happy and relaxed, and, when he tiptoes to kiss the corner of Dazai’s mouth, Dazai indulges. 

“A little under the weather, that’s all,” there’s no point in lying to Chuuya and, as much as seeing him and the kid together cheering him up, last night's episode has Dazai trying to find balance once more. “The walk helped.” 

“I’m glad then,” glad that it wasn’t a bottle of sake or a razor that did the trick. Glad Dazai was learning how to deal with everything in healthier ways. “Breakfast?” 

He doesn’t push it, Chuuya doesn’t ask when Dazai doesn’t tell. 

Chuuya bops Atsushi’s nose, who laughs again, trying to reach for him again. 

“No buddy, you already stole him from me the whole night,” Atsushi is so easy to distract, the moment he talks, his attention is back in Dazai. “Stealing other’s man from such a young age, what are we going to so with you?” 

Dazai nuzzles his nose against Atsushi’s chubby cheek, who keeps laughing. He's such a happy kid, easy going and bright. He's everything Dazai wasn’t when he was younger, he hopes he can keep growing up like this. 

“I wonder who he learnt that from,” Chuuya says, still on his tiptoes. “Sounds like a classic Mackerell move.” 

“I never stole anyone’s girl,” he protests, pouting a breath away from Chuuya’s mouth. “And I didn’t steal you either.” 

Chuuya came to him in his own stupid accord. 

“You’re lucky my taste in men is as bad as your posture,” and then, with a last impulse, he finally gives Dazai a proper good morning kiss. Chuuya's lips are warm against his, and Dazai can feel the small smile that takes shape against his mouth. “You need to shave.” 

Chuuya complains with their lips still pressed together and, in revenge, Dazai bites his bottom lip. 

“Only if you do it for me.” 

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #skk #soukoku #fanfic #chu writes #atsushi nakajima #dadzai #dazai dad au #everyone say Li happy bday

[imfinereallyy]

Spooky Spouse🕸️𓆩♡𓆪🕸️

happy spooky season :) this is for my mutuals @cranberrymoons @penny00dreadful @theheadlessphilosopher @vthx who when I asked about when we think steddie bday's was, it derailed into well...this. And it was too hard to resist.

v brief mention of nsfw

"You want to what?"

Eddie stares at Steve excitedly, practically vibrating in his spot across from Steve in the kitchen.

"We should get married on Halloween!" Eddie shouts.

Steve lets his glasses slide down the bridge of his nose as he looks at his very manic, albeit very cute, fiance. "Babe, I love you, and for that, I am going to hear you out—"

"Love you too." Eddie interrupts softly.

Steve's mouth curves at the edges; he's sure he has what Robin has claimed as his 'lovesick' smile on his face. "—but why would you want to get married on your birthday?"

Suddenly, Eddie's excitement switches into an embarrassed blush. Hiding behind a finger spun around a soft curl, he mumbles, "...about that..."

Steve sighs and leans back in his chair. He feels the familiar ache in the bottom of his back, scarred road rash that never quite healed right in 86'. If he sits too long in one spot, Steve finds himself fidgety and unsettled.

He wonders briefly if he can convince Eddie to give him a massage later.

Eddie's embarrassment shifts for a moment to concern, eyes wondering where Steve's back meets the base of the old wooden chair they found on 74th Street two years ago. Steve knows Eddie had liked the way the chair creaked like Steve's knee, and that was reason enough to bring it home. Now, though, with the way Eddie holds his breath to see if the familiar creak of the chair will mix with the sounds of Steve's young bones aging, Steve knows he won't have to do any convincing at all.

"I'm okay, Eds. You were saying."

Eddie's face blooms red again. "Okay, only if you promise not to be mad."

"That is never a good sign."

Eddie bites his lip, "What if I told you that my birthday isn't really on Halloween?"

Steve stares blankly, "I know I've had a few knocks on the head, Eds, but I'm pretty sure you can change your name, not your birthday. Having a wedding doesn't mean you get to move your birthday."

"Well!" Eddie jumps, this time with more anxious energy, "You see, that's what I mean; we wouldn't have to move my birthday if we got married on Halloween."

"Okay, you lost me. Am I concussed again? Did we go too hard last night? I know you said you were 'gonna fuck me so good I would forget my name,' but I'm pretty sure this isn't what you meant."

Eddie takes a deep breath before getting on his knees in front of Steve, taking his hand into his own. "Stevie, I mean that I lied. My birthday isn't Halloween. It's actually in February."

"What."

"You said you wouldn't be mad!"

Steve snorts but gives Eddie's hand a reassuring squeeze. "I'm pretty sure I actually said that 'wasn't a good sign'. I never agreed not to be mad."

"We both know it means the same thing to you." Eddie huffs.

Steve's lovesick smile is back again, despite knowing he should be mad. "You're telling me you've convinced everyone your birthday is on Halloween?"

"...well, everyone but Wayne." Eddie's smile turns sheepish.

"Jesus Christ Eds."

Eddie jumps up from his knees back to his feet. Steve can hear Eddie's ankle crack at the sudden change. He keeps a hold on Steve's hand. "Listen, I had good reason. I love Halloween; I should be a Halloween baby. My death was almost by bats; I mean, by that logic, it's almost full circle."

"I feel like you're D&D'ing me into logic that doesn't make sense. Eddie, are you trying to make it worse?"

Eddie throws his head back and groans, "No. I'm just—I love Halloween. It feels wrong not to have something important on that day."

"So you decided to change your birthday? Ed's that's not legal."

Eddie's excitement comes back tenfold, giving Steve whiplash. "Well, neither is our wedding! So it's perfect! Honestly, very metal of us to be fighting the law on such an amazing day." Eddie's arms flap around in excitement, making their conjoined hands move messily throughout the air.

Steve wants to be mad; he really does. But he can't help it; he just loves this idiot too much. "Fine, we can get married on Halloween."

"Really?!"

Steve stands, bringing his lips to Eddie's hand, then gently to his lips. He murmurs against his mouth, "On two conditions."

Eddie nips Steve's lip, "Anything, baby."

"One." Steve starts, sliding his tongue into Eddie's mouth, just to be a brat, before pulling back. Eddie groans but doesn't protest. He knows that this is the rare occasion it's his turn to be punished. "You have to tell everyone the truth about your birthday."

"Yep, fine. You got it." Eddie grabs Steve by the back of his neck and pulls him back. Consuming him greedily, Steve gives in to the distraction for a moment. Loving the feeling of Eddie's heat pressed against his own.

Steve pulls back reluctantly, a trail of spit connecting the two of them. Eddie whines and paws at Steve's hips, trying to draw him back. "Two, you have to tell me when your actual birthday is."

The heat clears from Eddie's eyes and the sheepish look returns. "Uh..."

Steve starts to remove himself from Eddie, but Eddie scrambles to bring him back against his chest. "Fine. Fine, I'll tell you."

Steve leans his forehead against Eddie's, patiently waiting for him to spill.

"It's February 14th."

Steve's eyes go wide, "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ."

**

this spiraled form all of us being convinced eddie would lie and say his bday is on Halloween. to my mutals, sorry I didn't tag you all it got to long, but this was for you guys ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

#steddie #they are so sick in love #eddie just wants to be the halloween king #rip eddie you would have loved nightmare before christmas #stranger things #my writing #steve harrington #halloween #halloween steddie #ficlet #eddie munson

[mvltisstuff]

Could i request for a Conrad fisher X reader where reader has a younger sibling who gives her a hard time and her parents favour her younger sibling more. It's the reader's bday on the same day as belly's and her family doesn't get her anything and they don't bother with an excuse either and say they don't really care abt her so it doesn't matter. So Conrad comforts her later and if u don't mind u could include some smut at the end?

(this is my situation rn lololol but without Conrad to comfort me😭)

matilda - c.f

summary: request

conrad fisher x reader

a/n: i’m so sorry love, sorry this is a few days late but you are so loved and appreciated no matter what, hope this makes you happy today <3

it’s been a recurring theme for most of y/n’s life. the overheard quotes about the older sibling had eventually become a reality. they didn’t even wait for y/n to try and live up to them. instead, they just accepted that their daughter wasn’t as good as the rest of their children.

as upsetting as it is, kids experience it too much. y/n experiences it every day, so when she realized it wasn’t normal, that’s when it started to hurt more every year.

this day was supposed to be different. she was so excited, turning 18 and finally being an adult. free of her parents if she wanted to be. she thought that maybe, just maybe, her parents would think of her for a day, and make it about it. alas, the second she woke up and walked into the kitchen, y/n’s hopes were shut down.

“y/n, can you take y/b/n to practice? i’m going out with sharon today,” her mom said, barely even looking at her.

“uh, i’m leaving in a bit, remember?” she speaks, trying to sound as polite as possible. “the fishers invited me over for today.”

“hon, we get it,” her dad talks next, peering up over his glasses and newspaper of the town. “but, to some point, it’s just another day. just do what your mother asked.”

y/n looks at her little siblings at the table, messing around and receiving no repercussions. she still remembers when that was her. playing with her parents, happier than she ever was again. she loves her siblings to death, but she loves herself, too. y/n deserves more than she’s been given, so she confides. she drives her brother to whatever practice, wishing him luck as he whispers a happy birthday, then jumping out of the car to see his friends.

she’s already dressed up for the party for belly. the fishers had welcomed her with open arms, even having decorations and sweets for her on the table. everyone figured she’d have something going on at home, but oh, they were so wrong. she didn’t receive a single birthday message from the people who gave her life, so did it matter? even if she didn’t believe it, at least the fishers knew she was worth it. she was dressed in one of her best outfits, a simple dress with small flowers printed over. she had small wedges and her hair was done neatly. she felt pretty, she is pretty.

she walked into the house, belly hearing the door open first. she skips toward, engulfing y/n in a huge hug. “y/n!” she squeals. “happy birthday!”

“oh, belly! happy birthday to you, you look so cute!”

“are you kidding? your man’s gonna go wild when he sees you!” she whispers, making y/n blush toward the end.

“belly, stop!” she nudges. “he’s not my man… yet.”

they giggle together before moving back into the kitchen where y/n greets susannah and laurel, along with the rest of the boys. conrad stands up first, in a heartbeat. he walks over, almost lifting y/n off the ground in a hug.

“hey! happy birthday!” he tells her, excitedly as he pulls away. jeremiah comes piling in next, saying his words to the person he considers a sister.

“didn’t y/m/n have anything planned?” susannah asked from the pure kindness in her heart.

“oh,” y/n mutters. “we, uh, we did something yesterday.”

conrad can tell when y/n lies. he can read her like a book at this point. he’s spent so long fanboying over her that he knows what she’s feeling. when she’s sad, excited, pissed, he knows. it pulls at his heart when he can sense the disappointment in her voice. he starts to get more alarmed with every drink she takes throughout the day. she’s not even a big drinker, never really taking an offer. now he’s positive somethings wrong.

if y/n’s parents didn’t care about her, they don’t care if she drinks, right? she’s with her friends, she’s allowed to. plus. it’ll take the edge off of the internal wounds her parents have left her with. her feelings on the whole matter start to disintegrate for a while, until belly’s cake comes out and is handed to her. it’s so nicely done, perfect detail and so much love. they put time into her cake and party, and y/n can’t help the jealousy rising up. she vividly remembers every one of her younger siblings birthdays. all of them having their friends and a party, while y/n was just locked in her room on her birthday. the presents and the cheesy grins from everyone were overwhelming every year. she couldn’t help but think about what it could be like with her real family. maybe they could love her as much as she deserves, but in reality, they won’t. they can, but they chose not to, which hurts even more.

y/n stumbles around on the balcony, around people while carefully savoring every last drop of whatever is in her can. she’s probably had too many, but she doesn’t care. it’s almost like it’s reversed itself now. she watches belly open all of her presents and receive hugs and kisses, and the lump in her throat becomes thicker. she thinks of the alcohol as her enemy now, just bringing back the thoughts in her sober mind.

it’s not until everyone hears the clicking of y/n’s heels on the pavement that they notice her walking away. her hand is swiping away the loose tears and everyone looks at conrad. if there’s anyone y/n wants to see, it’s him. they’ve been in love for so long, it’s almost painful to watch. as she walks away, blurry vision from the alcohol and the tears, she tries to grab another can from the box before a hand stops her.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea,” conrad says, gently taking it out of her hand and landing it back in the box.

“oh, great. more fuckin’ judgment,” she retorts, making conrad’s face contort.

“hey, what’s going on? you’ve been off all day.”

“i am, perfectly fine,” y/n slurs. conrad places a hand on her shoulder, and takes them to sit on the steps. his arm is wrapped around her, the other one gripping her hand.

“i know you’re not. it’s ok to not be ok,” he looks at her nose scrunch and her cheeks turn red again. “hey, hey, don’t cry, you’re alright.”

“no,” she weeps out, putting her head in her hands. “i’m a mess! i don’t know what to do, i cant make it any better and i’ve been trying for 14 fucking years!”

“hold on,” he keeps his voice low. “what do you mean?”

“my parents don’t give a shit. they haven’t since y/b/n was born and they didn’t even bother about me anymore,” conrad pulls her into his arms, leaning back as her teardrops soak into his shirt. “i didn’t do anything for this, and belly’s being loved unconditionally without having to fight for it. and i feel like a bitch getting upset over it but-“

“absolutely not. don’t say that ever again. you don’t deserve anything they’re giving you. anything they’ve said to you is a fucking lie. i know who you are. you’re the most perfect, beautiful person i’ve ever met, inside and out. you don’t have to prove anything to them, because they don’t deserve your amazingness,” he speaks to her. it’s nothing but the truth, and nothing he would ever hesitate to say. “and i will spend forever trying to prove to you that you’re nothing but beautiful a beautiful person.”

y/n looks up at him, only bursting into more tears as he laughs a bit. “oh, my god, conrad. i love you, so much. i know i’m drunk but i mean it more than anything.” she’s felt nothing like she does now. she’s never had someone accept her so quickly and with so much appreciation. she feels like she can do nothing but cry and just love on him.

“i’m glad,” he begins again. “because i love you, too. no matter what your parents say or do. they don’t define you.”

and in this moment, for the first time in a long time, y/n knows someone loves her. and he’s not just saying it for comfort. she doesn’t need her parents to be loved. if they can’t do that, there will forever be someone out there who loves her just as much. she knows she’s enough, and that’s enough.

#the summer i turned pretty #the summer i turned pretty fic #conrad fisher fic #conrad fisher smut #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher fluff #tsitp conrad #conrad fisher #conrad fisher angst #belly x conrad #conrad x reader #conrad fisher oneshot #jeremiah fisher #belly conklin #tsitp #tsitp fanfic #susannah fisher #laurel conklin #steven conklin #conrad fisher fanfic #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher x y/n #team jeremiah #team conrad #conrad x belly #jeremiah x belly #jeremiah fisher x reader #tsitp jeremiah #tsitp belly #tsitpedit

[hyeque]

strawberry shortcake [tsukishima kei][nsfw]

synopsis: you let kei act out his wildest fantasies for his birthday

warnings: manhandling, cunninglius, food play, breast worship, kei being a dick (wow), mild hair pulling, choking

notes: this isn't as long due to time constraints (update: i lied, at the time i wrote this it wasn't but now it is), but it would be illegal for me not to write anything for my tsukkipoo's bday, so happy bday to one of like 4 of my main 2D husbands 🫶🏾💗 honestly i don’t know what this is

word count: 3.6kei

tsukishima never really considered his birthday to be a big deal, but when adding you to the equation, the man definitely can't lie and say he doesn't look forward to the occasion now.

from the minute it was midnight, you had made it everyone's—including kei's—personal problem that it was his birthday. with the way you got ecstatic about it, it's hard to be convinced that it's not your birthday.

tsukishima never bothered with asking you about plans, because every time he does, you never say. no matter how hard he pries or tries to bait you, you don't give in. it's irritating but admirable, he must admit.

so as he heads home that day from work (because adult mundane things don't stop for your birthday, of course) he's not sure what to expect. he had gotten a ton of messages from his team group insinuating you'll give him the best birthday sex ever, but he never really is one to entertain locker room talk persay. and even more truthfully, all of his lewd thoughts about you should only be reserved for him and him only.

he doesn't hear or see you when coming into your shared apartment. after calling out for you, he only hears small giggles from your shared bedroom and makes his way there.

to say he is pleasantly surprised is an understatement. throughout all the birthday messages and well wishes he'd gotten earlier today, he couldn't stop focusing on the meaning of your words from before he left that morning. a, "i look forward to seeing you later" and that was it. he will admit he was a bit grumpy you hadn't texted him throughout his day.

but he forgets all of that and nearly drops his work phone out of his hands when seeing the sight in front of him.

"happy birthday, kei."

you sit on the bed, naked and with nothing but two wrapped presents on your lap. a red ribbon adorns your neck, implying you're also a gift. on a tray only about a foot away from you is strawberry shortcake made just for him, along with his favorite meal (not you, specifically actual food—sorry to disappoint the audience).

if he were a horny and uncontrollable animal like his teammates, he'd send a picture of you joking about how right they all were, but he doesn't feel like it. he knows the scratch marks you'll put on his back will make up for everything he doesn't say to his team now.

it's silent as he stares at you and you start to feel small under his gaze. and unfortunately...he's not your normal everyday boyfriend. he's prickly and sometimes he shouldn't say things he doesn't mean, but he can't help himself sometimes. he doesn't always like to grant you the reactions you're hoping for immediately. sometimes he does things just to rile you up.

"you really think that just having sex with you would suffice as a good birthday present?" he asks, pushing his frames up his face. he moves so he's sitting on the bed in front of you, calculating eyes not letting you see more of his emotions than he wants.

you frown, rolling your eyes. not a hi, not a hello. nothing. "and you're saying it won't?"

kei knows his sharp tongue can easily get him in more trouble, and believe me, reader, when i say the last thing he wants to do—especially in this moment—is make you upset.

you slam down both presents in front of him, distracting him from his thoughts. "in case your thick head didn't know, i still got you an actual present."

once examining the gift you got him, his eyes soften as it was something he briefly mentioned once awhile ago. he didn't even think you remembered. the second gift was a framed photo of the two of you from your first ever date. you both were a little bit more shy and awkward then, but the memories it holds outweighed any of that.

he becomes quiet, feeling the heat from his face become scorching hot before he looks down at you with soft eyes now.

"thank you. i really appreciate it." he squeezes your hand three times before leaning down and placing a chaste kiss to your lips. your anger from earlier slightly subsides but you still feel slightly embarrassed and move to get up and change into clothes.

kei blocks you, a smirk creeps to his face. "but...i really appreciate you more..." he yanks you by the leg, pulling your body towards the edge of the bed.

"w-what are you doing?" you squeal, looking up at him with widened eyes.

"having dessert." he answers, his eyes focused on your glistening folds. his mouth is drooling at this point.

you try to speak but nothing but sputters come out of your mouth. "h-hey mister, your dessert is over—" you're cut off by a surprise moan escaping you as kei wraps his mouth over your lower region, all thoughts of a smart reply gone from your mind.

"one—it's sir to you, and two—for the record, you taste better than any strawberry shortcake, shortcake." he grins, moving to lap at your cunt again.

your mouth drops open into a gasp, and you move your hips back against his face shamelessly. "y-you said you didn't want sex as a present."

he tsks, rolling his eyes. "i didn't say that. i simply asked you a question earlier. which then, if you were my only gift"—he smacks the fat of your ass playfully, making you yelp—"i'd be stupid not to be grateful."

'damn right', you want to say, but settle on, "y-you're so...irritating..." you huff, fingers digging into the bedsheets as he laves over your insides like a starved man.

"hey—you're supposed to be nice to me, it's my birthday." he taunts, smirk gracing his (annoyingly) handsome face.

"i'll be nice to you alright—" you whine once the feeling of his fingers come into play, "god—you—" your words become choked up as two thick digits move inside of you.

"kei is just fine," he smiles, ravishing in the squelching mess that is your cunt. the sounds and smell of you are driving him absolutely insane, but he doesn't want you to know that just yet.

your legs are trembling and you both hate and love how easy it is for him to get you like this. your skin is covered with a thin layer of sweat and you whimper, looking up at your boyfriend in awe. he's removed his glasses and his hair is disheveled from a long day at work. you didn't know it was possible for someone to be this hot while eating you out.

and so it doesn't take long before your release approaches and you're shudder with euphoria as you decline from your high.

"good girl," he hums, pleased with you cumming all over his face.

tsukishima's large hands toy with the ribbon around your neck. you recognize the calculating look in his eyes and shiver, wondering what he's thinking.

"since you're my present, i get to do whatever i want with you, right?" he asks, his golden brown eyes meeting yours.

"y-yes..." you stutter, hands resting uncertainly on his broad shoulders. he senses your nervousness and only leans down to kiss you. you sigh, leaning into him, body practically straddling him. you grind up against his thigh, your cunt rubbing deliciously over the hard muscle.

"dirty girl..." he grunts, shoving his thigh further against you. he knows you must be soaking wet down there. he'll worry about his pants and dry cleaning later.

"kei..." you murmur, resting your head on his shoulder. your hands pull at his sweater, "off, take this off."

"didn't know you were in position to make such demands..." he tsks, leaning back to take off the sweater. you never get tired of seeing him. of how lean and toned he is. his porcelain skin is going be tainted by the time you're done with him tonight.

moving over tsukishima wordlessly, you kiss down his jaw and neck, nipping and biting playfully at the skin. you run your hands over his chest and stomach, admiring the refined muscle and how it ripples under your touch. soft moans leave him and his skin flushes a rose pink. he tugs you off, laying you back on the sheets.

his eyes move and land on the strawberry shortcake and he—much to your dismay—grabs a glob with his bare hand. before you can complain about your ruined masterpiece, he looks to you with a glint in his eyes.

"i knew this cake was missing something..." he murmurs as he smears the food onto your breasts and stomach, "one ingredient that's rare, and only available to one person."

you feel your face burn as he looks at you mischievously.

pinching your cheek with his clean hand he coos, "i'm so lucky i don't have to share that ingredient with anyone else, aren't i?"

"i'm going to be all sticky after this," you whine, grimacing from the thought.

"sure, but it won't be from the cake." kei quips, making you slap his chest.

the hand you use to hit him is easily pinned to the bed. he laves his mouth along your neck, sucking up the cake into his mouth. you gasp quietly, feeling his teeth nip playfully at your skin every now and then.

"fuck, kei..." you whimper.

"i think this is a much more efficient way to eat, don't you agree?" he hums mouth moving down to your collarbone. the marks left behind from his handiwork please him but make him all the more greedy at the same time. "every part of your body is sweet just like this cake."

you whimper, arching your back up into him as the tender skin of your breasts is sucked on, his mouth not hesitating to leave bruises in his path. with the way he kisses and licks your skin, you truly feel worshipped. especially when he makes it his agenda to kiss every square inch of you. he ends his ministrations with kisses on your cunt, causing you to jerk from sensitivity of cumming earlier.

"don't think i can go back to eating strawberry shortcake normally after that." he admits and you laugh before sitting up.

you crawl to the tent in his pants, hands moving to undo his belt but hear a sound of displeasure.

"no time." he swat your hand away from his crotch. you pout until he pulls himself out from his confines, his cock slapping his stomach as he steps out of his pants and boxers.

he's leaking an evident amount of pre and you wonder what universe you had to be put in to not be able to suck him off in this moment.

he kneels between your body, stroking himself but making no urgent move to line up with your hole. he seems to enjoy your squirming and smirks at the look of frustration on your face.

"you look hot when you're desperate like this." he says, gripping himself just a little tighter at how vulnerable you look before him.

your body jerks when you feel the head of his cock brush against your cunt. the feeling dissolves but then he repeats the same motion again.

"kei i swear if you don't put it in—"

"then what?" he challenges, only running his tip over your folds once more.

"is it really a crime to want to see you cry for my cock?" he asks, slapping his shaft against you. "it's my birthday so you have to do as i say now. so tell me how much you want it."

when he's met with silence, he raises a brow, wondering why you aren't speaking. "did you not hear me? or are you already too dumb to speak? i haven't even fucked you yet."

his large hand slides up to the column of your throat and a gasp of surprise leaves you. "you're acting kind of bratty right now, and i don't like it. i don't even think you deserve my cock."

you protest, "wait! please! i—"

he taps his chin, "but that's a problem for both of us, isn't it?" he grunts, probing his tip at your entrance, pressing the tip in, but not moving any further. one move and you could have him inside of you easily, but you don't dare defy him. he'll just get more upset.

he continues, "because you won't believe how badly i want to be buried in this tight cunt. but i could just fuck my fist or your mouth and call it a day—"

"n-no! i don't want that!" you blurt.

he grabs your jaw, a stern look on his face. "this isn't about what you want, baby. it's about listening and behaving to what i want. now what do you say?"

your head bows and shame swallows you whole. "please, sir. please fuck me like you mean it."

the look on kei's face suggests that he isn't exactly pleased, and the click of his tongue confirms. "i think you can beg better than that, shortcake. you've cried harder over cuddling* than getting fucked."

"that's not—" you bite your lip when his glare falls on you, "sir please! i promise i'll be good! i'll do everything you say, i swear!"

call him a sadist but it isn't until he sees tears brimming your eyes does he fully sheath himself into. the motion makes you gasp, and your voice is suddenly lost due to the feeling of him.

"see, now this, is a birthday gift." he says, breathing shaking as your insides envelope him. you always invite him in so easily, that's how he knows his cock is made for you, and your cunt is made for him.

"k-kei..." you stutter, the fullness making your senses heightened.

"always feel like i'm celebrating something when i'm in you." he huffs, his face flush as he squeezes his eyes shut. "god, you always feel too good..."

the slow clap of his hefty balls against your ass begins to fill the room. he thinks you look pretty with the look of ecstasy on your face right now as his cock hits all of the parts of you that make your toes curl.

"creaming all over my cock like this, you might be the best present i've ever had." he grunts, moving his hand to play with your clit. "so pretty like this..."

and just like he knows, your nails dig into his back, gently but thoroughly scraping at his skin as he pounds into you. it takes everything in him to not cum right there and then. you find yourself babbling his name, chanting it and telling him how good he feels.

his mouth is moving over all parts of you to taste and lick the cake he missed from before. he groans something about you tasting sweeter today especially.

you don't get a chance to warn kei about your creeping orgasm, and just lock your legs around him as it all comes crashing down over you. he groans, nearly losing his composure as your cunt milks him. he swears before pulling out of you, flipping the two of you so that your body is on top of him.

"be a good present and ride me." he says, smacking your ass.

you waste no time and scramble to adjust yourself. your legs are still trembling when you sink back down on him but you can careless. you both groan, stilling for a moment, as you stare at each other. he laces his hand with yours and squeezes it again.

once accommodating the full and new feeling from the angle you're at, you slowly move on him.

"oh fuck." he hisses, head falling back against the pillows. you place your hands on his thighs before leaning back and bouncing yourself. his hands move over you, whispering words of affection and marveling you in his own quiet and loving way.

"god look at you," kei breathes, staring up at you like you're an angel descended from heaven. his mouth falls open slightly and soft moans escape as he watches you.

"always look so fucking beautiful when you ride me like this." he continues, conflicted on if he should lay back and view you or shove his face between his (yes, his because everything about you is his) tits.

as infuriating kei tsukishima can be, there's never a time that he doesn't make you feel so loved, and full of worth and praise. albeit these moments are shared more privately, but you won't trade the image of his half lidded eyes, flush face, and lovesick expression for anything else.

he decides to lay back and is pleasantly surprised when you lean over him anyways, offering the best view of your tits in his face. his large hands move to knead and play with them, then making you shudder and cry out of pleasure when he sucks on them.

"k-kei..." you breathe, voice caught in your throat as you grind down on him, flipping between that and bouncing on his cock. it's almost like your body is possessed in a way. he knows and you know just how cock hungry this man can make you and how your mind resorts to mush.

kei would get on his knees and thank the gods right now if he could just from seeing the sight of you so focused to getting yourself and him off with his dick. and he doesn't want to have it any other kind of way. there's a strange satisfying feeling to being used and he's not opposed to it.

"does it feel good, baby? does my cock make you feel this good? tell me." he ghosts his hands over your hips and groans, watching the sinful way that they move.

"f-fuck, feels so good, kei! i love sitting on your cock!" you whine, tears brimming your eyes. tsukishima feels himself throb in you before moaning again, not caring how desperate he sounds.

"yes, keep fucking me like this, don't stop." he gasps, trying his best to keep his hands from grabbing your hips and fucking up into you how he likes.

he can feel his resolve crumble as he approaches his high. "you're going to let me cum inside you, yeah? like the dirty girl that you are?" he smacks your ass, making you clench sinfully and deliciously on him.

you nod rapidly, nails digging into his ravished porcelain skin. "fuck yes, kei, i want all of it. cum inside of me, please!"

he grins, your whining riling him up as he pounds into you harder. he flips you over again and your legs are thrown over his shoulder and your body pinned down on the bed. everything is so loud and messy, but he's too hyper focused on filling you up to care.

"shit, fuck, i'm gonna cum. i'm going to fill you up so fucking full." he yanks you by your hair and kisses all down your neck. by his erratic breathing you know he's at his peak.

"kei, i'm—!" you gasp, your third orgasm seizing you as your cunt clamps down on him.

"ha—" he chokes, hips stilling and back shuddering as the dam inside of him breaks. the most lewd groan escapes him and you clench harder when feeling the warm of his cum spill into you. the throbbing from him evident as his balls fully empty themselves into you.

barely catching your breath, you reach up and kiss him. his mouth tastes like the cake you made him and you feel your face burn as you taste a hint of yourself as well.

your start to move yourself off of him and he grunts out of displeasure.

"not yet. just want to be in you for a bit longer." he says, hands gripping your hips tightly.

"okay." you respond, leaning down to kiss his face, neck, and collarbone. he shivers at your touch and you feel his cock twitch inside of you once more.

"you're going to start something you can't finish." he complains, pinching your side to get you to stop.

you laugh, hiding your face in his necks. "whatever you say. so...how was your birthday present?"

"i loved it. i'm going to put the photo on my desk at work." he answers, smirking as you bite his ear in warning.

"not that present, dummy." you sit up before gesturing to the bow around your neck.

tsukishima hums, his hand resting on your neck before looking at you.

"absolutely irreplaceable. i couldn't have asked for anything better, and i'm feeling incredibly lucky.

"well i'm glad, birthday boy," your eyes fall back on the food. "are you hungry? do you want more cake?"

"no...but speaking of cake, i just realized something." tsukishima says, playing with your fingers.

you tilt your head. "what?"

"your pussy always tastes the sweetest when i'm dripping out of it." he smiles.

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[two-white-butterflies]

riptide | a. targaryen

Description: Aegon's friends wonder why he has all the coolest things, even though he doesn't have a job. Pairing: college-student!aegon/ceo!reader two

"Do you call someone a sugar mommy when they're younger than you?" Aegon scrolls on his phone, reading the thousands of messages that you sent to him. His brother's eye widens, placing the bottle of beer down the table loudly.

"So the person that your dating is a sugar mommy?" his brother insinuated, and Aegon freezes on his tracks. It was well known around the campus that he was taken, but no one knew by whom. They didn't even know if the person he was dating was a girl or a boy.

All that they knew was that they managed to leave gifts for Aegon everywhere around the campus. From flowers to handwritten notes, everyone was interested about his love-life. The professors had a running bet - some of them think that his lover is a politician, others think that they're an actress - but one thing was for certain, they didn't know who she was.

"I mean - you do change your wardrobe every season," the man pointed - staring at his brother's new coat. Aemond was a little jealous of his older brother - it must be nice to have some sort of power on your side. "It's called having flair," his brother snorts, while taking a swig of his beer.

"Flair requires money - and our father doesn't send us a lot of that." Aemond rolls his eye, reaching for his phone to scroll on his instagram. "I mean, good for you. It's hard to find money in this economy." Aemond sighs, leaning down on his chair.

He still had a few thousand dollars in his bank account - but he'd need to find a job in order to afford rent next month. "- just make sure that they're not a mafia boss, or something." the man teased, smiling as he sees a meme of Thomas Shelby on his newsfeed.

"I'd give the world if she was just a mafia boss," he mumbled, eyes drifting off to the gala that you were attending. You looked ravishing wearing that designer gown - too bad he wasn't there to dance with you, as he was occupied with another event.

"Are you following her on your instagram?" Aemond inquired - scrolling down his brother's 'following' list. Aegon's eyes narrowed, closing his phone and attempting to peek through his brother's.

"No," he lied - thinking that it would be enough to stop Aemond.

"Is she following you?" Aemond questioned - scrolling to the left to access his 'followers' list. "Can you stop stalking me?" Aegon glares and another sigh escapes his brother's mouth.

"Why can't you tell me? I tell you everything," he complained in a manner that only a little brother would. "I told you about Alys," he asserted, thinking that it would be enough to sway Aegon.

"She's a fucking cougar," Aegon cursed while rising to his feet.

"- as for my girlfriend, you'll know when we get married."

agn.high: i can't help, falling in love w/ u 💚

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aemtargaryen: HINT 👀 - agn.high: she has two eyes

toelicker69: happy bday future sister-in-law 💗 - agn.high: she says thanks!! - aemtargaryen: how tf does helaena know?

Alexander_Gomez: NICE YACHT BRO 🫶🏾

Everyone was whispering behind his back - apparently a big box was brought in front of his apartment, and nobody knew what it was. "This one's big," Aemond remarked while helping his brother bring it inside their shared room. "The same thing can be said about me," Aegon joked - settling the box loudly on the floor.

He reaches for the phone on his back pocket, prepared to call you and ask what you gave him.

"Hello, baby." your melodious voice floods his senses, his stomach is filled with butterflies.

"Hey baby, I got a package - do you know what it is?" he asked, seeing no evidences of your address or name on the box.

A small laugh exits your mouth, and he could hear the chatter of the office from behind you. "You should open it baby, I got to go now." you smile while hanging up.

He places the phone back on his pockets, watching while his brother opens the box with an exacto knife. "I just hope it's not expensive enough to get robbed," Aemond crossed his fingers - lifting the top sheet of the styrofoam from the object.

A gasp escapes his mouth as he realized that it was the gaming pc that he was pining for. "Oh my god," he cursed, a smile paints his lips as he opened it further.

He made a mental note to thank you once your meeting was over.

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@watercolorskyy

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[dayslynthesix]

Pirates | Charles Leclerc x Button!reader | bonus part

considering that today is charles leclerc international day here's a collection of all elise's birthday posts to charles for the last years

hope you enjoy it!

happy birthday to charlie boy

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liked by scuderiaferrari, jensonbutton, beatricebutton, pierregasly, charles_leclerc and 233.154 others

elisebutton of all taylor swift ways to say i love you i will go with: and at every table i'll save you a seat, happy birthday, cuore mio, there's no words to describe how much i love you. i wish you the world. I DON'T KNOW ABOUT ME BUT YOURE FEELING 22.

charles_leclerc thank you, mon couer, i love you

jensonbutton happy birthday, charles. it is very pleasant to have you on the family.

pierregasly so cheesy

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october 16, 2019

elisebutton

liked by scuderiaferrari, charles_leclerc, f1, jensonbutton, carlossainz55 and 433.165 others

elisebutton what a privilege to spend another year by your side. happy birthday, cuore mio, it's amazing to go for night swims with you and pretend that us booth are sirens. i will always love you. happy 23.

charles_leclerc you weren't supposed to tell people about the sirens part 🤔

charles_leclerc leclerc thank you my love ❤

maxverstappen1 oh i see, your are here 2 years, im here 10, and charles is already playing sirens with you

jensonbutton another year, another post of my daughter kicking her feets smiling at the phone

elisebutton i see, i embarrassed charles and you embarrass me in payback, i knew that you liked him more

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october 16, 2020

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liked by charles_leclerc, scuderiaferrari, carlossainz55, pierregasly, jensonbutton and 477.865 others

elisebutton happy 24 birthday to the one and only charles leclerc, love you my love, wishing you all the best. all's well that ends well to end up with you ❤

charles_leclerc for a couple of minutes i thought it was a all to well subtitle and i froze, thank you my love, missing you and website

maxverstappen1 thank god it was a lover lyrics, i was already calling 911 for daniel

scuderiaferrari elise and her taylor swift boy coded

user1 i just went to lis last posts about charles birthday and im so in love with them

user2 everyone was scared to death with the lyrics, but it was jus lis quoting lover

user3 i want what they have

october 16, 2021

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liked by scuderiaferrari, charles_leclerc, carlossainz55, f1, jensonbutton and 677.233 others

elisebutton happy birthday to my sea boy and i think we can be pirates (partners), love you to the moon and to saturn, you light up my life. happy 25.

charles_leclerc i love discovering new places with you, thank you babe ❤

jensonbutton happy birthday, charles, now please could you give me back my daughter?

scuderiaferrari take good care of our driver!

maxverstappen1 ill steal that boat because that will be probably the only way ill be able to go for a boat trip

user4 max, jenson and lis fighting to see who likes charles more

user5 "boat was steal by formula one world champion max verstappen, when asked about why he said it was because no one invited him for the boat trip"

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user6 KAIAJWJAIIWJWISIS the subtitle

user7 the way lis quote tswift to charles is why im still alive

october 16, 2022

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liked by redbullracing, maxverstappen1, charles_leclerc, pierregasly, carlossainz55, scuderiaferrari, lewishamilton and 877.844 others

elisebutton one single threat of gold tied me to you. happy birthday my karma, my lover, my invisible string, i love you. see you in a couple of days. me, website, salem, my dad and my mom wish you a happy 26.

charles_leclerc i love how taytay references just grew bigger and bigger and i love you, looking forward to see you in a couple of days

laurencaspari he stole my wife, ill never forgive him for that (happy bday, charlie)

maxverstappen1 next year anniversary post will be just taylor lyrics and how there's no photo of the pets?

elisebutton im sorry max, website and salem are with my parents but ill ask them to send me pics of the pets so i can send it to you

maxverstappen1 that's why your my favorite teammate

danielricciardo what?

lewishamilton happy birthday and stuff but i just love the birthday tradition that lis created and every year im just scrolling through my insta account waiting for it

elisebutton i have a note on my phone with all the ways taylor says i love you and i choose one for each year 😩

pierregasly how can 2 people be so cheesy

elisebutton youre jealous because there's no cute post for you 😝

pierregasly i still think you don't like me

carlossainz55 cabronzito is 26 and there's no taylor song that say anything about that, it is probably a sad day to lis

danielricciardo happy birthday, mate, see you in vegas and we can celebrate

elisebutton WTF HAPPENED IN VEGAS?

cota we all know we're singing happy birthday to charles this weekend

laurencaspari and wishing to the happy birthday song to be followed by the monegasque anthem and the italian anthem

user8 hey maxverstappen1 what about you let your friend win this weekend?

maxverstappen1 if he gets the pole lis and i are going to defend

user9 max is like no one is overtaking my friend

user10 who could possibly imagine that charles and max would be actual friends in 2023? because it was not on my bingo card

user11 the last time max said something like that (monza, 2021) he crashed on the start so let's hope lis can do her things and not allow something like that again

elisebutton got ya!

october 16, 2023

#charles leclerc #formula one imagine #formula 1 #formula one #f1 imagine #ferrari #charles leclerc imagine #f1 social media au #charles leclerc social media au #happy birthday charlie boy

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: you're tired of your relatives asking you if you're still single every Christmas. on the spur of the moment, you lie that your have boyfriend. luckily, your best friend sweeps in like your knight in shining armor to save the day pairing: jin x reader genre: romcom with a lil angst, best friends to fake dating to lovers warnings: nosy annoying relatives, lying, fake dating trope, one bed mentioned, some crying, insecurities, confessions, kissing, it is quite mild tbh author's note: the title is super lame but hey, Jin likes dad jokes so here we go 🤷 also i intended to post this for his bday but didn't have enough time to finish it word count: 2.4k

Christmas is the loneliest time of the year for you. Even though you spend it with your relatives, they always make a point of asking whether you are still single. Spoiler alert: you are. It's gotten annoying that they don't appreciate you for your academic and personal achievements and they are only interested in your relationship status. You are so tired of the recurring question which is why you dread Christmas so much. A few weeks before it, you get a call from your parents.

"You're coming home for the holidays, right?"

"Of course, mom," you respond, rolling your eyes.

"So…have you found a special someone?"

There it is. Again. Ugh.

"If I hear this one more time…" you sigh.

"Got it," your mom chuckles condescendingly, which frustrates you to no end.

You don't know what spirit possesses you to do what you do next but the words are out of your mouth before you can think twice about it.

"I actually have a boyfriend but maybe if you weren't nagging me about it every Christmas, I would have told you earlier."

"You do?" your mom exclaims, surprise evident in her voice."Well, isn't that wonderful! You should bring him, introduce him into the family."

"He's really busy, mom, I don't think he'll make it," you keep lying, trying to get out of the situation you'd brought upon yourself.

"Nonsense, no one works on Christmas. I expect to see the happy couple soon. And no excuses!"

Before you could argue, your mom hangs up. Great. Now you have two weeks to magically find a boyfriend to bring home for the holidays.

You are sitting on your best friend's couch, playing games with him.

"Damn, you're so good at this!" you shout in fake annoyance at being defeated but you are actually happy for him. You know how much Jin loves winning.

"What can I say? I was born this way," he smirks confidently and puts the console on the table.

"Humble, as always," you tease him, nudging his shoulder.

"So, do you have any plans for Christmas?"

"Ugh, don't remind me."

"Why? I thought you loved Christmas movies and decorations and all things Christmas-related," Jin tells you and you are beyond touched to have someone who knows you that well and remembers such details.

"I do, but…I got myself in a bit of a predicament."

"Do share," he turns to the side so that he can face you.

"Well, you know how my relatives always ask whether I'm still single? And they're especially persistent around the holidays."

"I know," he laughs. "You've only complained about it like a hundred times."

"Sorry," you grimace at your own predisposition to torment your best friend everytime something goes wrong in your life. "So, um…this year I told my mom I have a boyfriend."

"And I learn about this now?" Jin puts a hand on his heart, expressing disappointment that you'd kept such a big secret from him.

"What? No, I don't have a boyfriend. I lied to my mom and now she expects me to bring a guy to meet the family."

"Oh, shit," he now understands why you're not looking forward to Christmas.

"Yep. I'm such a mess. Everyone will be so mad at me when I come home alone. Again. Kill me now."

"Well…you don't have to be alone."

"Huh?"

"Hear me out. What if I pretend to be your boyfriend? Just for the holidays. Then, your relatives would get off your back."

"Jin…I can't ask this of you."

"Good thing you're not asking. I came up with this brilliant idea myself. If it bothers you, you can tell them we broke up some time next year. Don't you want one Christmas of your relatives not repeating the same old annoying question?"

"I do want it, more than anything. But I would hate to inconvenience you…"

"Come on, it will be fun! My parents are spending this Christmas in Australia, drinking cocktails and soaking in the sun. It's not like I have anything special planned. It would be delightful to spend it with my best friend," Jin keeps talking and you are almost convinced.

"What about your best friend's super messy family?" you try to change his mind.

"Oh, I'm sure I'll charm the pants off them."

You are not worried about how your relatives will immediatelly fall in love with Jin. You are concerned that it will be you being charmed…

You are revising every small detail while Jin is driving his car to your grandparents' place.

"When did we start dating?" you ask him.

"Three months ago. We naturally realized that we are great friends and would make an even greater couple," he responds without hesitation. "How did I ask you out?"

"You told me I am the best thing that happened to you and I would make you the happiest man in the world if I went on a date with you," you reply naturally. "What was our first date like?"

"We went to watch a movie together, after that we had dinner at a lovely restaurant and I walked you to your apartment where I kissed you in front of the doorstep."

"The roses! You forgot to mention the roses!" you cry out, almost panicking. This has to be perfect or your snoopy relatives might suspect something.

"I was supposed to bring roses to your grandparents? I thought the wine would be enough," Jin mumbles in confusion.

"No, for the first date details! We agreed that you'd mention the roses. What if…what if they ask and we mess something up and…"

"Darling, relax. We've got this. We've been best friends for seven years. We know each other well enough to handle anything."

You try to ignore the way your heart flutters when he calls you darling. Damnit. When he'd suggested pretending, you hadn't thought about the fact that it wouldn't be pretending on your part.

"Do you trust me?" Jin asks.

"Unequivocally," you assure him. It is yourself you don't trust.

Once he parks the car, you are immediately greeted by a bunch of your relatives.

"Come, come! It is lovely to meet you," your mom welcomes Jin.

"Mom, this is my best friend," you say by force of habit and then correct yourself, "and now my boyfriend, Jin."

"Nice to meet you, ma'am," Jin shakes her hand politely.

"Pfft, call me by my name," your mom says and introduces herself.

Quickly enough, your poor bestie is hounded by your grandparents, your aunt, your cousin and her kids. It's a lot of excitement considering you'd just arrived and you are already looking forward to going to bed. You love your relatives but sometimes they can be…a lot.

Jin, however, seems to be thriving. He talks to your mom about cooking, to your grandparents about fishing and politics, to your aunt and cousin about acting and singing. Even the kids seem to love him, as he takes the time to play hide and seek with them. He also promises to build a snowman with them when it is warmer tomorrow. You have no reason to worry and yet, seeing him naturally fit in with them on their first meeting…when you have felt like an outsider your whole life, is enough to bring tears to your eyes. You excuse yourself from the table, saying you need to use the bathroom.

Not expecting anyone to notice your absence, you cry quietly in your room, feeling as if you have never been good enough and your relatives were always disappointed in you. You hear a soft knock on the door, which takes you by surprise.

"You alright, love?" Jin asks.

You let him in and he wraps you up in one of his warm hugs that have the magical ability to make you stop crying.

"What's wrong? I thought it was going well," he whispers, not wanting anyone to overhear.

"It's going splendidly," you agree. "It's just that…they love you more than they do me."

"That can't be true, you're the most precious granddaughter, niece and cousin anyone could possibly have."

You sniffle and look up at him.

"You only say that 'cause I'm your best friend," you try to make light out of the situation.

"Girlfriend," he corrects you with a wink.

"Right," you chuckle through the tears.

"Come on. Let's not give them the opportunity to discuss us behind our backs," Jin jokes and you decide to return to the table. He gives you the strength needed to face them again.

The Christmas holidays go by smoothly and in the blink of an eye. The days are filled with laughter, hot chocolate, yummy meals, wholesome Christmas movies, cozy socks and snowball fights with your cousin's kids. This might be the best Christmas you've ever had. You wonder if it's Jin's presence that made it so special and heartwarming. During the family dinners, he is the life of the party, always knowing the right thing to say to each and every one of your relatives. And when the two of you are alone, cuddled up in your room, he is your rock. You know you can count on him and tell him everything that has bothered you. And you know that he would understand you and comfort you like nobody else could.

Which is why it hurts so much when he is now driving you both back to the city. The pretense is over. You would no longer have an excuse to hold his hand or sleep in the same bed as him or kiss his cheek so openly. He is back to being your best friend. And perhaps that's the way it should be. You couldn't risk your friendship by doing something stupid like confessing your undying love for him. No, that would certainly be a terrible idea. Perhaps more terrible than having him as a fake boyfriend for the holidays.

"What's on your mind?" Jin asks.

"Hm?"

"I can see the gears turning in your head. Something is bothering you."

"Hey, aren't you supposed to look at the road instead of the gears in my head?" you tease him.

"I can multitask. Come on, just tell me."

"It's nothing. I just found myself wishing the Christmas holidays could last longer. I really had an amazing time, which doesn't usually happen around my relatives."

"Glad I could be of service," Jin smirks proudly, making you laugh. You would never grow tired of his casually confident nature.

Silence ensues for a couple of minutes and you are back to worrying and thinking about your unresolved feelings for your best friend. When suddenly, he interrupts your thought process with an unexpected suggestion.

"How about we have a second Christmas?"

"A second Christmas?" you repeat in confusion.

"My place. Just the two of us. We'll do all the things we didn't have the chance to do at your grandparents' house."

"Such as?" you inquire, wondering what you've missed.

"We'll play games and I'll make you my famous roast beef. We'll have midnight snacks and watch anime with no one judging us. We'll bake Christmas cookies together and we could even go ice-skating."

"That…sounds lovely. I'm in," you immediately agree, excited to have a second Christmas with Jin. Maybe, just maybe, a miracle will happen.

The next day, you arrive at his place and are amazed to find how magically decorated it is.

"Ta-da! Welcome to your own personal winter wonderland."

"My goodness, Jin, it looks incredible! How did you achieve all this so quickly and all by yourself? You must be exhausted."

"Nah, it was my pleasure. And besides, seeing the smile on your face is the best Christmas present I could hope for," he responds.

"Merry second Christmas to you, too," you grin and give him a hug. It feels so natural and like you were meant to end up right there.

As promised, the two of you get to do all the things you couldn't at your grandparents'. You watch the spiciest animes with zero shame, you eat ramen at 1am and you play violent games that would make your relatives gasp in horror. It is genuinely the most incredible Christmas. Even more incredible than the time you spent with your family.

But all good things inevitably come to an end. Tomorrow, it is time for both you and Jin to go back to work. And with that, the magical holidays will be over. You don't want them to be. You wish you could stay in this bubble forever, with Jin's arms wrapped around you.

"I should probably head home. You have to wake up early tomorrow."

"Or…you could stay. We can share the bed," Jin suggests and you can swear you hear a hopeful hint in his voice.

"Jin…we're no longer surrounded by my nosy relatives. You don't have to pretend it's okay with you to have me intruding on your personal space."

"Who said I was pretending?" he whispers and you probably shouldn't but you allow yourself to dream. There is no way he feels the same…or is there?

"Don't…don't say stuff like that if you don't mean it," you mumble, feeling more vulnerable than ever.

"I'm tired of hiding it, sweetheart," he sighs and presses his hand against your cheek. "I only offered the whole fake dating thing because I was hoping you would finally get the hint and realize how important you are to me. But in case it wasn't obvious enough, let me spell it out for you. I. Am. Crazy. About. You."

You blink in shock.

"Pinch me so I know I'm not dreaming. You…like me back?"

"How about I do something better?" Jin smiles softly and leans in to kiss you. It is slow and sweet, just as how you'd imagined it hundreds of times. No, scratch that. It is so much better. He makes you feel so special and loved. You wish you had confessed earlier. You have been missing out on so many Christmas kisses.

"Look up," Jin says gently once he finally breaks the kiss.

You do as he asks and you realize that you have somehow ended up under a mistletoe decoration he must have put up and you haven't noticed before.

"Aww, man, did you only kiss me because of that mistletoe?"

"Let me take you to my room and prove you otherwise," Jin vows, grabs your hand and urges you to follow his lead.

Christmas is truly the most wonderful time of the year.

The End

#bts #jin #jin x reader #jin fluff #bts fluff #seokjin x reader #bts fic #bts x reader #kim seokjin #seokjin #seokjin fluff #bts fanfic #jin fanfic #christmas fic #holiday fic #writing

[toomuchracket]

bday boy (flatmate!matty)

(hi! day 1 of Birthday Party week, a celebration of our short king turning 34 on the 8th, organised by legend icons @the1975attheirverybest and @brownduck! i don't know if i'll be writing every day, but i thought it might be nice to kick off "your first birthday as a couple - his" with a tiny thing about the love of everyone's life, flatmate!matty. enjoy!)

the sunlight streaming through the thin curtains is what wakes matty up. it's warm on his face, a gentle caress, as if to soften the aching realisation that he's another year older as of today.

that realisation is also softened by you, tucked safely into his chest, still fast asleep. your bare legs are entwined with his, your hair escaping from the loose bun you insist on putting your hair in every night, and your nose twitches adorably as you lightly mewl (he can't think of a more accurate word) in your sleep; matty has never seen a cuter sight in his life than you right now.

he hopes you're dreaming of him, to be as contented as you are. matty's certainly dreamed of you - in the years before you finally got together, it was for sights like the one he's woken up to today. now, his unconscious fantasies are filled with diamond rings, white dresses, you in sundresses with a swollen stomach, toddlers with your sparkling eyes and his wild curls. it's been less than a year since you both braved the transition from friends to lovers, but matty knows that he wants to wake up to you and only you for the rest of his life. well, to you and several children that are half you and half him, feisty little characters with wicked senses of humour and hearts of gold.

you begin to stir in your sleep, limbs shifting and head rolling back as you awaken. matty eases you through it by rubbing small circles into your bare back, which makes your eyes flutter open slowly. the butterflies in his stomach begin to flutter in parallel - god, he loves you so much. you smile sleepily at him, before your eyes widen in alarm and you exclaim. "FUCK! you weren't supposed to be awake first!"

matty's brow furrows in confusion. "and good morning to you too, sweetheart?"

"sorry," your face softens into a sheepish smile that melts matty's heart. "i just... i wanted to be up before you, so i could make breakfast and surprise you with it. happy birthday, baby."

christ. he could cry at how sweet you are, but he just pulls you close and kisses your forehead instead. "fuck, i love you so much."

"so you're not in a mard because i haven't made you pancakes?" you giggle, as matty begins pressing little kisses all over your face, your bare chests pressed together. "i love you too, by the way, even if i did wake up late on your birthday. i swear i have the rest of the day planned out nicely, though - we'll meet your mum for lunch and then see the boys for a drink then go for dinner and i've booked this hotel in town for tonight that i really think you're gonna li-"

"-baby, baby, it's alright," matty interjects, before you talk yourself back into unconsciousness. "just relax, yeah? s'just another day. no point getting yourself all worked up about it."

your shoulders move forward like you're deflating. "but it's not just another day, matty. it's your birthday, and i'm your girlfriend now," you murmur into his chest. "just wanted today to be special for you, and s'all thrown off now."

you sound so sad about the whole thing that matty's heart aches. weirdly, though, it continues to flutter at the inherent tenderness of how much you love him, to want to make his birthday such a lovely day. "darlin', it'll be special anyway," matty says, tilting your chin up so he can look at you properly. "how could it not be? i'm spending it with you, love of my life, girl of my dreams."

"who couldn't even wake up on time to bring you surprise pancakes in bed," you mutter petulantly, looking away from your boyfriend.

matty's undeterred by your annoyance, though; he begins to press kisses down your face and jaw and onto your neck, long, sensual kisses that involve swipes of his tongue across the spot he knows makes you go loopy. when you begin to moan, despite yourself, matty gently rolls you onto your back and continues to kiss down your body, your moans continuing as background music to his actions, stopping when he reaches the tops of your thighs. "i can think of something i'd much prefer to eat for my birthday breakfast than pancakes. can i, angel?"

smiling, you open your legs, and let matty settle himself between them happily. after all, who are you to deny the birthday boy what he wants?

#mads does writing #flatmate!matty #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x reader #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty x reader #matty healy

[causesciencethatswhy]

ok honestly, how does this not sound like a jimin anti?

it’s funny that people’s first assumption is that jungkook lied to jimin just like how it was assumed he told jimin he was busy and not to go see him when jimin was the one who went to an event on jungkook’s birthday then went live.

all these times he could’ve gone to see jungkook if he was indeed doing nothing. but you are all just dying to have something to hate jk over.

and tbh this kind of annoys me about jikook and have for years, like they always downplay their (assumed) friendship. if you're best friends why not act like it? like honestly. makes it hard to defend their friendship when they themselves downplay it.

and idc about any sort of ~privacy argument, who the fuck is private about a friendship with their own member

also makes no sense for jimin to post that picture on instagram which was posted for FANS not for jungkook then for him to come on live and imply he hasn't seen jungkook because he's busy (when jungkook now said he wasn't).

he posted a pic to show they're close but then comes on live to imply the opposite? ok.

in the past they’d do or say something that would make it obvious how close they are (at least good friends) but not so much these days. i’m just tired of the weirdness.

i always said (to myself) if they were acting as proper best friends at least it would be easier for me to not be delusional. but are we really expected to believe that jimin would fly to the us for jk’s debut when he didn’t have to but he can’t make it on his bday when jk is doing nothing?

like he could’ve said he’ll go see him soon or something if he felt fans would call him out on them not meeting on jk’s bday for the first time since they’ve known each other?

why would he come on live repeating that it’s jk bday and fans should wish him a happy bday when he himself wouldn’t go see him when that makes no sense? it’s just annoying.

them pretending the us trip never happened when it’s right in front of us and everyone knows about it, them also pretending jk never did the bg vocals on letter like why?

did jimin not give jk a copy of face or is he keeping it somewhere else for some unknown reason?

jimin refusing to do a live for who knows what reason but now he wants to copy the kind of lives jk has been doing. none of this weirdness ever happens with any of the members.

and I knew for a fact when jimin showed his flat all the tkkers will try to push dating rumours. so if he wants to do more lives we have that to look forward to even more. yay🙄

Look anon, Mimi had addressed all of this when they had written these posts already with explanations of what they intended. As they've said before their frustration was geared towards the expected reaction to jkks words from the fandom (which was always to downplay their relationship) which seeped into their interpretation of jkk. Yeah, it could have been worded better but it was written in a heated moment, something they're already aware of.

Whether we like to admit it or not, staying hyper aware of fandom discourse can colour how we interact with the members and their words and the anticipation of the discourse that'll steep out of it can sometimes makes us almost hold it against the member themselves than the group of rabid fans hellbent on twisting their words. I still remember when I was at a point where I got frustrated with Tae a while back because the expected discourse from his words bothered me more than the actual words he was saying. It's where we have to catch ourselves when dealing with something like parasocial relationships where boundaries between fan reaction and interaction are so murky.

As someone who has talked to mimi about everyone jkk I can say confidently say they're the farthest thing from a j/m anti and love him very thoroughly. If you think otherwise you're free to block them and myself, instead of exposing yourself to content which you know makes you mad.

[crescencestudio]

Devlog #30 | 04.27.23

Hi everyone!

We are back with a monthly update! If you all remember, last month I was feeling a bit burnt out, and I'm super happy to say I'm feeling a lot more like myself this month <3 Thank you to everyone who sent me a lil message/comment, I always appreciate them sm. I won't bore you with my gushing, but I am forever grateful for you all! With that, I'll get into the updates ^^

But first, it was someone's birthday this month! happy bday, hoe.

Writing

I have some exciting news! Kayn's route has officially entered the line editing phase, which is the FINAL stage of editing \o/ This will be the first route completed for Alaris, wow!!! Fenir's route is still going through developmental editing, but the changes are already super cute and he is giving ultimate grumpy baby energy, which we love to see.

I'm still chipping away at Druk's route. Honestly, I'm Very Sad I haven't made as much progress with him as I would've liked, but a lot of my time was dedicated to the enhanced demo this month, and between revamping the demo script, coding, voice acting, and edits for Kayn/Fenir's full routes, I just didn't have the time. I'm hoping this month, I'll finally Actually be able to get his first draft done <3

Art

We officially finished all Demo Backgrounds this month (wow!!). Having started revamping the demo BGs all the way back in, like, November, it's crazy that this first milestone has been reached! Now, it's only full game BGs left. I received the new Dusk Court BG recently, and she's stunning, so I'm excited for the more "core plot" BGs to start coming out :')

In honor of the enhanced demo coming out, I updated the sprite art for the LIs! I'll be getting to the side characters this next month, but I'm really happy with the new art. The differences maybe kinda small for some of them, but I think they look a lot cleaner, and I think the auras especially are pretty <;3 we also whoreified kuna'a

updated sprite preview for kayn, aisa, kuna'a, and etza

The full GUI was also finished this month. I just have to code them in, but it looks SO delicate and pretty and sharp. I'm so thankful to Alice for doing the most outstanding job with them---she is so talented!!

Sneaky peek of screens uwu

Additional Notes

I complained about it 29348 times, but I Finished the Voice Acting Coding this month uwu. That is probably the biggest accomplishment considering how much work it was reviewing all the lines, cutting them, and coding them into the game. I'm terrified for the full routes.

I selected the playtesters for the game so far. Thank you to everyone who applied! I wasn't able to reach out to everyone who applied, and I didn't want to have so so many playtesters, since filtering through everyone's feedback would be overwhelming. But there may come a time when I need more playtesters in the future, so please feel free to keep my little game in mind <3

It's been a bit since I mentioned my Patreon, mostly because I feel bad asking people for money and promoting a platform where people have to pay for content LOL. But it is there, and I do post to it! The reason I bring it up in this devlog is because the highest tier ($10) gets access to playtesting and the second tier ($5) gets early access to finished builds. With the enhanced demo slowly getting finished, I will be doing playtesting for the new beta build this upcoming month in May. SO if you want playtesting/early access to the enhanced demo, please feel free to check out my Patreon* ^^

*Note: If you’re interested in becoming a patron for the early testing/ playtesting, don't become a patron until May starts otherwise you will get charged for both this month and May ((unless you want to give me money for both months in which case u have my eternal love uwu))

Market Research

Lastly, I did a tiny bit of market research this month! I played Bustafellows after my dear friend Seyl (check out her and her team's game Lost in Limbo!!) recommended it to me.

Shu: why is his glove so slutty

And of course the game everyone has been talking about, I played the demo for Touchstarved.

Ais: my favorite, and it's not even close

Looking at these two, and I think I have a thing for smokers lmao. Anyways, I think that's enough from me, so that is all for this month's update! Stay safe, and see you all next month <3

#alaris #devlog #if u saw me post this 3 mins ago ur wrong #the way i posted it without a title or anything omg i'm a mess

[brightjimini]

Drenched in Darkness: prologue

Bruce wayne x f!waterbender!reader

A/N: Well… its been a while, sorry. Its my bday tomorrow so here is a little present: my new series. (that i will finish unlike some others that still need to be finished) Ill try to upload every week. i think every saturday. enough bs. let me know what you thought because i dont know if i can write anymore and i promise the next chapters will be longer.

Warnings: child abandonment, no bruce.. yet, o yeah and murder

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I had lived in Gotham my whole life, at least as long as I could remember. Like most people here my life wasn’t so easy. But that is normal, especially for 80 percent of Gotham. My mother abandoned a younger me at the orphanage, the people working there had told me that my dad wasn’t with her. She had left her contact information with them.

But when I was old enough to try and look for her I found out that she had lied about almost everything on the filled in survey. So much for a happy family reunion.

I hated living at the orphanage. I had not hated it my whole life. I only started hating it when weird accidents started to happen and all the kids around me started pointing at me when one of the caretakers would ask what had happened. Water pipes would suddenly burst, the water in a glass next to a bed would splash on the wall at the other side of the room, rain would turn into little ice shards.

By chance all those things happened when I was angry. Throwing my little arms around and screaming or shouting. Nine year old kids had not gone through as much stuff as adults. But they could make the connection between my anger and the accidents. Before the Waynes donated money to the orphanage regularly, it was short staffed. So hardly any of the adults saw what was happening. Except for that one time.

An elderly  woman who had worked there since I could remember had seen “something weird” happen twice. After the second time she took me to her little office. I was eleven years old. I already knew that I wasn’t like the other kids. So I tried to avoid confrontations and kept mostly to myself. Kids can be awful but kids without supervision are cruel. The bullying went on and on. Sometimes I snapped. But the longer it went on the longer the periods became between each outburst.

The elderly woman was named Elsie. Everyone called her Miss Elly. She taught me to stay calm when I was afraid or angry. I followed her around while she was doing her chores. The other employees didn’t say anything about it. I loved her like a child loves her mother. At least I think so. She called the things I could do to water a little gift, and tried to help me practice with little plastic cups filled with water. (Glass was too dangerous, because I had let the glass explode when I was frustrated.)  And that I shouldn’t share this secret with everyone unless I was old enough to know the consequences.  

She died from a heart attack when I was seventeen. At least that is what all the other caretakers had told us. But I saw the crime scene tape. I was one of the oldest there and not everyone could read. And the way the caretakers said it without looking us in the eyes was weird.

So I decided to find out what really happened. When I snuck in Miss Elly’s room I immediately smelled the iron and decay in the room. When I turned on my flashlight everything was red. The bedsheets were covered in blood. Bloodsplatters were on the wall next to the bed and there were smudges of blood coming from the bed leading to her tiny desk in the corner. I always assumed she had tried to call someone while she was bleeding out. Because she kept the landline phone there in the corner on top of her desk.

I hurried back to my bed. The police came back the next day at the end of the same day the tape was gone and the room was cleaned.

I lasted a week there without Miss Elly before I ran away from the orphanage. I would be sent to a women’s shelter if I still wasn’t adopted before I turned eighteen. My chances of being adopted were slim to none. The only thing that kept me there for seven more days was to come up with a plan. I was hired at a restaurant as a dishwasher, on the rainy days I would stay at shelters and on days where it didn’t I would sleep on rooftops in wealthier neighborhoods. I still went to Gotham City High Public Highschool. The orphanage didn’t try to contact me; they rather spent Thomas Wayne’s money on other kids.

I didn’t blame them. I could take care of myself.

I only used my gift if it was absolutely necessary, mostly against creepy men. At seventeen I had underestimated the real world. Because it was even worse than the orphanage. Thankfully there were hardly any rumors about that.

Now I am in my twenties, I got my own place, I hardly used them at all.

Until I got fired as a chef because of the flooding. Now I rob wealthy families with corrupt ties to their wealth.

#batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne imagine #bruce x reader #battinson imagine #battinson x reader #batman imagine #the batman #dc fanfic #dc imagine #dc x reader #bruce wayne #bruce imagine #robert pattinson #robert pattinson x reader #the batman imagine

[corpsereviver-if]

the ros + daemin cause why not, are at a party, they are going to give a present to someone they dont really know much. what is that gift? another is what if the mc gives the ros + daemin a gift they dont like, what's their reaction? (this came from a dream i had where i was having my bday party and all the people there just kept giving me fucking socks. they werent even the good kind 😭 and the whole room was just filled with ugly socks)

I’ve grown to appreciate being gifted socks because my room gets so cold, and I have tiled flooring so waking up in the morning to move about is the absolute worse. Love me some fluffy, mismatched socks.

And reactions/what the characters would do is below the cut! :D

Daemin

Not being much of a gift-giver, especially to those he is not familiar with, he’d need a bit of encouragement and advice from MC. If MC told him to just find something he himself likes, he'll come to the party bearing the gift of a burlap sack filled with apples or fresh game.

He’d bust open the door, making everyone stop what they’re doing. Scanning the room, he’d search for the person.

Spotting them, he’d walk towards them like they’ve done something to piss him off. When he’s right in front of them, he’d look down on them, gripping the gift in one hand. 

“Take it,” he’d shove it into their arms. Without another word, he’ll turn to make his way towards MC and idle by them for the rest of the night lest the angel wants their space.

If MC gave Daemin a gift he didn’t like, he’d be a bit upset and confused. From his perspective, MC basically knows all of what he likes and doesn’t like. They’ve spent thousands of years hanging out with each other, so he’d assume they’re mad at him or messing with him. However, he’s conflicted because they still gave him something.

Cava'dren

They’d give the person money. It’s a foolproof gift, seeing as the person can buy what they actually want with the funds. If the person gets upset that Cava’dren didn’t at least try to find something nice, they’ll just shrug it off and throw a snarky reply.

If MC gave Cava’dren a gift they don’t like, they’d be playfully blunt about it. They don’t like to sugar-coat their words or tell white lies. Still, they’ll give their thanks. They might even turn it into a game, making a bet that if MC figures out what they actually like, they’ll let them in on a secret or something that’s worthwhile.

Crych

You will never catch them giving someone they barely know a present firsthand. Their cousin or someone they’re more comfortable with would have to be the one delivering the gift. They’d probably give the person a hand-crafted weapon, like a knife or bow. Maybe an easy-to-make trinket such as a necklace or charm.

If MC gave them something they didn’t like, they’d sound mad. They’d ask the angel “what is this?” 

In reality, they don’t mean to sound angry—they can’t help their tone. They’re confused about why they’re being given something more than they are upset. If the MC tells them that it’s a gift meant for them, they’ll freeze up. 

Crych would instinctively pull on their hair, muttering the smallest ‘thank you’ while mentally taking note to repay MC, even if the gift isn’t something they actually like. 

Eve

By the rarest chance that Eve is actually present at a party, they’ll stick to the corners or more secluded places. Being the little rat that they are, they would somehow know what to get and where to place the gift so that the person will find it. 

The person, stumbling upon the gift, would find a painting or sculpture of what they like, making the person uneasy. 

And if MC gave Eve something they didn’t like, they’d 100% pull a white lie and say they appreciate the sentiment. 💀 As simple as that.

Fenrir

Fenrir would spend day before the party trying to think of what the person may like. Should he go for something expensive? What’d make them happy? What if he got them something they hated?

He hopes the person enjoys flowers or a nice notebook. Or is that too simple? Auuuuuugh...

If MC gave him a gift he did not like, he’d still appreciate the gesture. The fact that they’ve given him a gift at all warms his heart. A strong need to reciprocate the kind act will eat at him, so he’d offer to take them somewhere nice or try to find a way to smoothly ask them what they like (so he may later go gift hunting for the item). 

Lunari

Lunari would gift the person a trophy of her most recent battle. It may be the horn of a beast or a medallion she plucked from the pocket of her enemy. Whether the person likes it or not, she’ll end up making them forget all about the gift by stirring up a conversation with them.

If MC gave her a gift she didn’t like, her smile would falter. Awkwardly, she’ll try to cover it up with praise and a change of topics.

“Wow, um...this is the best thing I’ve ever been given,” she scratches her head. “Very cool. Thanks. Oh, yeah! Come, try some of the drinks Sorin bought for the party.”   

Remilia

The person best be prepared for a luxurious present. It’d be an expensive gift bag containing exotic fruits, jewelry, or maybe even the latest tech if the area has them available. 

She wants to make sure her gift stands out compared to the rest. If someone manages to bring something better, she’d be pretty miffed about it.

If MC gave her something she didn’t like, she wouldn’t comment on it at all. She’d set it aside or put it in her bag while continuing to do whatever she was doing.

Sorin

There are so many things he already has in his possession that he could give as a gift, but he doesn’t want to give away anything he has. He’d go to the marketplace, looking for something interesting and gift-worthy.

By the end of the trip, he’d end up with several gifts for himself. And the gift he'd buy for the person would be random like odd little trinkets you’d stumble upon at a thrift store.

It’s insanely difficult, near impossible, for the MC to gift him something he doesn’t like. He values all material possessions no matter what it is, so I think giving him nothing is the only gift that’d make him upset. He’d be visibly sad if everyone else got something except for him, and would find some place to sit quietly and sulk. 

#corpse reviver #asks #characters #daemin #ro #crych #cavadren #eve #fenrir #lunari #remilia #sorin

[chloesnecklace]

so.. my bday was really.. bad. i only got 3 things. and it hurts my soul. i didn’t even get my pc,, how am i supposed to follow my dreams of making a video game now? i only got my amberprice figures, the last lis comic, & a constellation globe (something rachel has in her room). i’m very thankful for it of course, but it was my sweet 16 and i expected way more than that since i gave them this whole list with like at least 11 things on it.

i never even asked for a whole big birthday party or anything because i didn’t even want it. i just wanted to engross myself in lis for my bday. but if i DID have a party, and got those same exact 3 things in front of everyone, i feel like that’d be very embarrassing.

my best friend who i’ve been friends w/ since i was 3 recently had a 16th bday party and got so many gifts. and to see her get like 20 gifts from her parents and to see me get only 3… it’s not a good feeling. at all.

i mainly asked for life is strange stuff and they all would’ve came in time for my bday. it’s literally my special interest, something that makes me happy beyond words. and my parents don’t understand that. they think the shit i want has deep dark satanic meanings like chloe’s necklace and max’s jane doe shirt, which is why they won’t get it.

it’s just a necklace?? it’s a reference to a character’s rebellious personality and fate in a video game, not necessarily guns and violence. and max’s jane doe shirt, it doesn’t mean unknown dead person, it’s just saying that max is perceived as a nobody, an introvert, but it’s ironic because she literally turns into a hero at the end of the game. dontnod isn’t dumb when it comes to symbolism and themes. that’s why i love the game so much.

i know i’m not like other kids. i’m not really into makeup and dresses and wanting to actually get a job and be an adult. i’m a huge nerd and i love it. me loving lis hurts absolutely nobody, and it’s disappointing when my parents act like it would harm them so deeply if i owned the things that i asked for.

i’m not spoiled. my parents call me that but i’m not. they know i feel horrible when they spend too much money on me. but they always tell me to not worry about money. they even said that i shouldn’t worry about the prices of my birthday gifts, and that they have everything under control.

so if i only got 3 things for my birthday, and it wasn’t because u didn’t have enough money, then what was the reason why i barely got anything? they really make me feel so shitty. like i’ve done something wrong for liking something, or for simply asking for something. i don’t like NOT getting my hopes up because i am a kid, and kids deserve to get their hopes up. we deserve to be excited and expect to get what they want within reason. and with the things they were telling me about how they have enough money for everything, i had every right to get my hopes up. now i just feel fucking ridiculous.

i was having such a shitty week. i didn’t wanna go to school today. i already told u guys abt that but i finally accepted it because i thought maybe they were planning something big. but they really weren’t. i really thought that the gifts for my bday would make this week better. but it didn’t. again i am really grateful for the things i’ve gotten. but in my defense, it did take a YEAR for them to get the amberprice figures i wanted. i asked for them for my last bday, and i asked for them for christmas. and they refused each time. as if they were holding a grudge against fucking plastic toys. if that’s the case for anything i ask for, best case scenario is i get the things i want when i’m fucking 50.

if i had my own debit card like i’ve, again, BEEN asking for for about a year now, we really wouldn’t have this problem. especially since i rlly don’t have to spend my money on important things like bills and taxes. i’m still a kid, and i can easily get a job to get what i want. but my parents don’t even feel like i NEED one rn, because i don’t need to provide for the family. again, another example of me being financially stable.

i really just need to get diagnosed with autism so i can prove to them that i love this game a lot, more than they can understand. and nothing they can say or do can change that. my diagnosis will finally give them a reason as to why i love the game as much as i do.

it’s the 3rd year in a row that i’ve cried on my birthday. i hate my life and i just want to escape.

#ambers posts

[hyunjinz]

I HOPE IM NOT LATE 🥺💗🌙 hello my most belovedddd;;; i hope you have a wonderful bday and are surrounded by loved ones and just get to eat all the cake and food you love and get wonderful presents!!! agnes you're literally THE BACKBONE OF STAYBLR ‼️‼️‼️ idc what anyone says... being one of the ancients of this site i think i get to decide who is the backbone and it's gonna be you man 🥺💗🫂🤲🩶 without fail you're always supporting everyone and so kindly idk you're just one of the BEST ppl on here and i love and adore you and am so happy to have known you as long as i have 🥹💗🫶🫂🌙🖤🩶🐺🤍 feeling very lucky to be your pal and know you‼️💗 happy birthday beloved !!! hyunjin and i are gonna bake you a giant cake (and probably drop it but 🫂💗) i love you!!!! (this is li btw HSNDKSNSKS)

first of all I'M SO SORRY it took me a week to reply 😭😭 I'm a mess and i suck at replying to people lmao

thank you SO much for the birthday wishes, you always send me the nicest, longest messages and it means a lot truly 🥺🥺💖 it wasn't the best bday but you definitely made it better 🥰🥹

and pleeeease what do you mean the backbone of stayblr 😭😭 you're such a big part in my stayblr journey tho even if we don't interact much but i remember vividly that you were possibly my very first mutual here and it meant so much back then because being on stayblr was intimidating af!! there were just so many talented content creators and i was like tf am i even doing here dnbddb so yeah thank you for following me all those years ago 🥹🩷

also yes i would be so grateful for a cake I didn't have one this year lmao but hey i also dropped a bday cake before so no worries if you and hyunjin do as well 😅

thank you again for this message, i read it every day since you've sent it :'))) you are one of my favorite people ever, your presence always gives me comfort ❤️ li i love you from the bottom of my heart and i wish you the very best because that's what you deserve 🖤🌙

#🩷💖💕💓 #asks #bday26

[anniekong]

2022

A busy year filled with milestones (an engagement, a bike tour, turning 30), adventures (new places, new rotation, new apartment) and personal growth (completing HBA mentorship program).

Started the year with a ski trip! Green slopes were enough to left my legs debilitated for a few days. Anyone wanna go snow tubing/ snowmobiling instead? Or hangout at the spa? :)

Lost power in my apartment for two weeks which had us scrambling from one hotel to the next. Felt like a tourist in our own town

It was supposed to be a trip to San Francisco & LA for a wedding and I was really looking forward to the hikes and Mexican food. I had a luggage filled with blazers, leggings & hoodies. Got to the airport to find out that we were going to Belize instead! Landed in Belize and saw my sister and Ravi at the airport. Came back engaged~ Really enjoyed snorkeling in Hol Chan and their amazing foods.

Celebrated Nick’s bday doing what we do best- Catnapping the kitties

We had the 5 Boro Bike Tour the next day- two months of cycling 5 days a week and barely made it onto the Verrazano Bridge. Survived the first 25 miles with flying colors but struggled with the last 15.

Ray and Gaurav had mentioned that it was all flat and that the entire tour is equivalent to a two hour cycling class. Two miles into Central Park and hitting the hills, I knew they were telling me white lies to get me to sign up 😂

Graduated again 😆

Impromptu trip to Punta Cana- really loved Monkeyland. Came back to my sassy friends

Had to say ‘see you later’ to my colleague, mentor, sponsor and most importantly, friend. He was the first person I called to ask if I can relocate to his building when my apartment was out of commission. Despite knowing you for only a few months at the time, you’ve welcomed me with open arms. You have helped me tremendously and I probably can’t return the favor but I can pay it forward.

Finally made Peru happened- amazing sites, food and company.

Went to Zurich for work. No one wore masks at the airport or on the plane ride here. It really felt like as if the pandemic is a thing of the past. It was great~

Juggling between two time zones proved to be challenging but it’s the ideal place to work if you have global colleagues. Calls with Asia in the morning, Europe during midday and US in the afternoons.

Squeezed in a weekend trip to Luzern. Currently unwinding and starting the year in Chi town. Sometimes you need to slow down so you can speed up. None of the items on my to do list are getting done and I’m fine with it. That’s next year’s problem.

We were able to stand on the frozen lake. I’ve also learned that being cold is all relative. I’ve always thought if you’re cold, you’re cold. What does it matter if it’s -2F vs 10F. Miserable either way. After surviving the single digit weather, we would walk out when it was 20F and we would say, in agreement, wow, it’s quite warm today. The weather is not so bad. Crazy, I know. Nick’s father suggests that we meet in a Florida next year. I was thinking the same thing at the airport.

Thankful for the challenges and the happiness in 2022. It was a great year overall. Looking forward to the next.

Happy New Year, everyone!

A

#yellow river

[alyjojo]

It’s the first of my two little bull’s bdays and I just love them to pieces. My Pisces moon, my goodest & morally sweet 😇 Shmoodle, she never lies or gets up to mischief, she plays “granny” to us all, calls her father “son” and scolds him for his sarcasm, and little momma to her wild little brother who eats up all her snuggles and lovins “oh my poor sweet baby!”, and lets everyone know what they need to do to be good too, including her sister who gets mad because she’s always up to something 👀😆 The silliest little giggle bug that’s always making me laugh and surrounds herself with plushies and everything that is soft, cuddly, or poppable, she is everything that is “princess”, loving, soft, emotional & sweet and she’s a sucker for any happy love story *swoon* 🧜‍♀️ 🥰

My Scorpio full moon 🌙 baby with the stormy emotions runs from my love & side eyes & sasses me all day because, as her dad says “it’s all overrated” and I just love her more and sing her obnoxious made up songs (like Lammy Loo), when she’s on voice chat with her friends, because they all love it, and she loves that I will hunt her down to snuggle, it’s what she really wants. And surprises. And to be taller than me, which...she’s about there 😭 And everything that we say “no” to daily 😆 She’s still got another week to wait. Her friends are her life and she seems to make really good ones, she is a really good one. On the outside, she is 🧸 and on the inside she is 😈 and she thinks she’s scary but really it’s like one of those cute angry plushies you just wanna SQUEEZE 😍

#love my kids #forever and ever and ever #bull babies