#happy birthday you beautiful dork

[luveline]

JADE!!! Hi!

Could I request some birthday morning fluff with Eddie please? I’m gearing up to be delulu and single on Saturday 🥲

hello!!! I hope u have a good birthday and you enjoy!! 💓 fem!reader

Eddie made your cake himself. It tasted good when he tried the bits he shaved off, and he went very carefully as he iced it with buttercream, so it looks nice, too, with swirls from a poorly constructed piping bag and shift red cherries perched around the perimeter, 'Happy Birthday' in sloping font across the top. It isn't a professional result but it certainly isn't bad. 

He's very excited to share it with you. 

You're sitting at the table in a nice dress, though you asked him to stay home, and, much more shyly, asked him if he'd make you dinner. Eddie was more than happy to try, and even though the wine in the pasta didn't quite cook off, the garlic bread was perfect (as garlic bread tends to be) and you enjoyed it. He could tell. 

"You ready, beautiful?" he asks. 

"Yeah! It better be one of those triple layers with buttercream," you tease, "if you got me a cheapie we're gonna break up." 

"Yeah, right," he says. He puts the cake down on the table carefully, hand poised at the top of the blue plastic covering. 

He yanks it up. "Tada. Made by yours truly. The buttercream tastes good 'cos it's like, full butter, and the cake was good, but if you don't like it I can totally get you a fancy one from Leaven."

"You made me a cake?" you ask, pressing your lips together, your eyes watering. 

"Christ!" he says, putting the lid down to open his hands for shoulder grabbing. "Don't cry, what the fuck?" 

"You made me cake," you say, sniffing, blinking so the glassy eyes don't progress to tears. 

"Yeah, with love and everything, you wouldn't believe it. You're not supposed to cry, though," he says. 

"What am I supposed to do?" 

"Tell me how good it looks." 

He's bent at the waist to hold you, perfect height for your tight hug. You throw your arms around him, kissing his shoulder as you praise, "It looks amazing. I love you, I love you, you made me a cake." 

"You told me you wanted a homemade dinner, sweetheart." 

He nudges your head back, kisses the corner of your mouth, and steps away to grab a knife, forks, and plates. You make a happy sound and pull the cake toward you, your awe clear. It makes his heart race. 

Eddie offers you the knife. 

You take it but hesitate, knife an inch above the buttercream. "It's so perfect I don't want to ruin it. How long did it take you? It's amazing." 

"Nothings gonna make me happier than if you cut a piece and enjoy it," he says easily. It took him nine hours and that's not any of your business. 

You bite your lip but can't hide your smile as you cut a big wedge of cake, sliding it out on the flat of the knife to deposit onto your plate. One of the maraschino cherries falls off of a buttercream swirl. 

"Do you have a fork?" you ask. 

Eddie passes it over. Thrilled, you cut a mix of soft looking sponge and thick buttercream, too much for one mouthful, and take a bite. Your eyes flare wide, hand held over your mouth to say, "Eddie. So good! It's delicious, here." 

You offer him the rest of your forkful. He ducks down to eat it, and you're bluffing, it's not nice enough to look as happy as you do, but he loves you for loving it, and he's trying to kiss you before he's swallowed. You make a noise of disagreement with your mouth closed, but you melt a little at his kiss. 

"Happy birthday," he says adoringly. 

"Thank you." You take another fork of cake. "I can't believe you made me a cake, you dork. You're the best boyfriend in the world." 

"I thought that was what you wanted!" 

"This is exactly what I wanted." You can't seem to decide between cake or kisses, but eventually you choose cake, puckering up. "Thank you," you say again as he pulls away. 

"You're welcome. Are we sharing?" 

"No way! Get your own piece." 

He'd usually complain, but he's just happy you're happy. He grabs another plate and cuts his own slice without complaint. 

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader

[unabashednightmarepizza]

𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 3

A/N: I'm so damn happy, adding that It's Ben' bday, that I'll share two parts of this and an oneshot

Tagging: @bloody-mf-bsc, @augustwithquills

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Y/N Y/L/N: There they are, my beautiful girls!🥹💞

My offer is still on, btw 🤭

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User2: The Devil works hard, but no one works harder than Y/N in trying to woo her girlfriends

Jessie_mei_li: She really doesn't have to, we're all very happy to oblige... And so do everyone else, like have you seen her? 🫦😏

freddycarter1: benbarnes, I think you are loosing your woman here...😳🫢

Kittheyounger: I don't want to be a child of divorce! 😭

User6: WHY ARE THEY SO DRAMATIC DJSJDJ

User6: Now I wanna know what her offer is...

User4: Ben Barnes is being attacked from every corner possible and we are all watching, him loose this Great War.

User1: He still is very much so in love and ready to fight tooth and nail for her... Even though he is usually a dork 🤣

User8: That one time when Y/N ate what Ben made for her on her birthday, though she had allergies for that one food but didn't tell hım about it, and she had to go to hospital with a terrified Ben on her tail?

User5: OMG I feel bad for laughing! Poor Ben and Y/N... I remember hım saying that he was so scared for her and thought he killed her accidently 🥹😭

User4: And when she was asked why she did it, she just casually said: "What do you mean why? He did it, thinking that I'd like it. I'd drink fucking posion if my man came to me with such thing!"

User3: And Ben Barnes, who is usually so cool, got teary eyed and hugged her thightly and apologized? On live? Even though he doesn't like talking about his life? That's who we stan.

User1: It's almost like we are their children, reminiscing about their past... But I'm jealous because I don't have someone like her in my life

User4: My life would surely be different if I had her in my life, not even as a partner. She just is so effortlessly kind...

Y/N's.dimple: Ben Barnes is living the life we want... We're just little gremlins watching them

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Y/N Y/L/N: Stop making my heart stop with that smile and being cute. Bitch. Who gave you the right? This goes straight to be my New lockscreen.

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User4: Y/N is just our inner voice coming out on social media

User3: Her love is agressive confessions of love, if you aren't gonna put a ring on her finger benbarnes, I will. And I'll do it gladly.

Y/N Y/L/N: Look at hım... So cute, so squeashy, so adorable. He is my handsome babygirl 🥰🤭 (No, I'm not giggling and kicking my feet, the scene would be ruined if I moved the came- Ah, look at that! Suddenly I'm on hım??) Liked by benbarnes

User4: Aight my life didn't matter anyways *dies of cuteness*

User5: I love the way they love each other and show it without caring for anyone, and also how we simp for them 🥹😍❤️

amita_suman: @ user5, you guys aren't alone. We also feel the same way🥹

User7: Ben Barnes is finally being pampered on social media! He finally had his dream come true!

benbarnes.fans: The way she is so soft with others but absolutely a menace with Ben just shows that they are comfortable with each other so much...

User5: And the way he looks at her as she acts like who she really is? All comfortable with him?? I'm crying 🥹😭

User6: You know what's even best? If not for Y/N, we wouldn't have Ben, Amita, Jessie and others.

User3: I swear they all forget their passwords

User2: What's even funnier is that they really do forget their passwords and one time asked her... Y/N literally takes note their passwords and has absolute control over their accounts lol

User3: She wasn't called "the Mommy" for no reason🤣

Y/N Y/L/N: They are all children stuck in grown-up's bodies...It's hard you know? Taking care of them as a single mom😔

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Y/N Y/L/N: Another appreciation post!

1.Here is my lovely harem!

2. Just so you know, she was looking at me! And big applause for dear @ ambercrombachmua for all those amazing makeups! You guys are amazing!

3. That was the last day of shooting... Did they cry? Yes. Did we cry? Also yes. Did I hide in my caravan because I didn't want to see them all cry? Also yes.🥹

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User11: She is so precious, just like a cinnamon roll❤️

User7: love how she didn't forget to include the makeup department. Everyone needs to take a moment and appreciate them.

Y/N Y/L/N: We need to take SEVERAL minutes just to applaud them 👏

User6: Is she the one who did that amazing bloody, unhinged Kaz makeup? Because if so, I hope they are having an amazing day @ Y/N Y/L/N

Y/N Y/L/N: Yes, she was! And what a masterpiece it was...

Hater1: another cheating post!

User3: the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you here again? Go and cry at the corner.

Hater1: I just know that she banged at least one person there behind Ben's back. She doesn't deserve hım.

User3: THAT'S IT! HOW DARE YOU BRING THEM DOWN INTO THIS AND BLAME THEM WITH SUCH THING?! ALL OF THEM SHOWED NOTHING BUT LOVE FOR BOTH OF THEM, AND EVERYONE AND I MEAN EVERYONE WHO HAD EVER MET THEM HOW IN LOVE THEY LOOKED! THEY ARE SUCH SWEET PEOPLE THAT THEY DON'T DESERVE RHIS SHIT! JUST BECAUSE Y/N SHOWS HER LOVE THROUGH SARCASM DOESN'T MEAN SHE DOESN'T LOVE HIM! IF SHE DIDN'T, SHE WOULDN'T HAVE FLIGHT TO THE OTHER PART OF THE PLANET WHEN BEN WAS SICK! GET YOUR SICK BRAIN AND GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THEM AND DON'T RUIN THEIR HAPPINESS!

User7: Sis, here is your crown, you dropped it 〈⁠(⁠•⁠ˇ⁠‿⁠ˇ⁠•⁠)⁠-⁠→👑

benbarnes: and who do I deserve more than her? You?

User5: our dad hit the nail so nice! Well-said dad, hand them their ass! FANS ASSEMBLE TOGETHER!

benbarnes: I didn't say anything because my girlfriend wanted me to not do anything harsh, but now I'm happy to tell you that by disrespecting my love and me like that, you signed your doom. Enjoy your new hell.

User6: You know It's dead-ass serious when her man gets involved... I wanna see that hater cry.

User9: there is just something with the way Ben defended Y/N that... I can't just get out of my head.

User6: This is what a Man is, girls. Take notes and don't settle down for any less!

User7: The way she just doesn't share the others in the second one... Girl, do you hate the men of the cast?😂

User4: I heard that she actually loves them all so much *whispers slowly*

Y/N: Ahh, here is my secret out in the wild... there is another fanpage dedicated to them, they just don't know it

Kittheyounger: I knew you liked others than Luke! This is the best day of my life! Guys, you don't know how it feels like to be bullied and slapped by your own director😭 Someone who is supposed to love you and care for you, be there when you need and help you...

Y/N Y/L/N: Kit, your inner Jesper is showing itself again and I aint your mama

kittheyounger: what language is that?!

Y/N Y/L/N: American English, you Brit! Not that you would understand... and don't you dare spit your venom at my precious Luke and David...

User8: DOES THAT MEAN HE COMES BACK?! PLEASE I NEED IT!

User8: Y/N, THE PRETTIEST MOST SUCCESFULL WOMAN? I AM ON MY KNEES PLEASE WHERE ARE YOU?!

User2: Bro is desperate lol @ user8

User5: This further proves that, yes Jessie is the favourite one

User3: but look at her and that little scrunch if her nose! How could she not be?🤭🥰

Y/N Y/L/N: another one who understands my point... One day, everyone will ✊🥹

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Y/N Y/L/N: Same, sis, same...✊🥹

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benbarnes: One day, love... Just one day of you not sharing any "memes" about me.

Y/N: But... But they are cute 👉👈 And you are so... Hot. And mine.

benbarnes: the real thing is sitting next to you and you are giggling at your phone??

Y/N Y/L/N: But... But I have to look at your younger pictures. You aged like fine wine and I'm this 🤏 close to just jump on you and...you know what I mean.

benbarnes: Okay, that's enough internet for you today 😑😳🫠

User9: Y/N just realized how hot her man is and now she uses every chance to tease hım and I'm living for it

User6: Like we always say: Live, laugh and love Y/N and her sense of humor

Y/N Y/L/N: It's the same as Gen-Z humour really. There are young people working for me, and they tell me the most bizarre stories ever like... how are you all still alive??

User8: Ben is just so done yet also in love with her that he just can't say no to her 🥹❤️

User9: Her captions are just killing me 🤣 By the way is that hater fine? If not, I can just... talk to her like a civil person🔪

User5: I heard user3 handed that person their ass from DMs so bad that they erased their account lol

User9: Good for her! That shit never gave up on picking on our parents, someone had to show them our power

User12: The way Ben defended her tho😳 I bet my ass dad is planning homicide and I'd gladly help. FOR OUR MOTHER!

user7: by the way they had been all over each other in stories and post... They are probably having a hot session or something 👐

User3: Thank you all for your support! I was just so angry at them for saying such things about probably the nicest people on this Planet! They saved me, and many others, without even knowing, Y/N is the sweetest soul ever with how she supports and is there for everyone who wants her help and she ABSOLUTELY doesn't deserve to get hate!

Y/N Y/L/N: I can actually cry, I'm so grateful to have fans like you 🥹

Y/N.Fanpage: PLEASE DON'T CRY I CAN'T BEAR IT-

User12: Girlie pop Y/N also had a crush on Caspian, best Info I had today 😌

User5: The way Y/N just knows her man and how he aged is so mood

User3: Considering she also tried to jump on his bones... Also a mood

User2: girl, did something happen today? @ Y/N Y/L/N Usually she isn't that mushy... Not that I have a complaint.

amita_suman: @ user2 no, except one of the workers we absolutely loathe flirting with him shamelessly in front of her 😒

freddycarter1: and her absolutely roasting her so bad that she quit... And us planning our revenge 🤭

archierenaux3: No one messes with our parents!😡

Y/N Y/L/N: I apologize for the inconvenient shit I'll be right now but... Did the FUCKING Nicki Minaj just... Like my post?

User5: Opps, we lost her again...

benbarnes: Indeed we did... She is blasting her songs inside the house right now.

#shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone series #shadow and bone fanfic #shadow and bone cast #shadow and bone #ben barnes x you #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes imagine #ben barnes #celebrity imagine #celebrity x reader #celebrity au #celebrity reader #celebrity #celebs #imagine #reader insert #famous au #fluff

[corrodedbisexual]

bound, beautiful, beloved

Steddie | E | ~7.8k | AO3 link

Written for @steves-strapcollection's birthday! 🥰 I hope you have a wonderful day dear friend and co-member of the sacred cult of Good Boy Eddie. 😂 Happy birthday!!! 🎉🫶

Featuring: Porn with Feelings, Fluff and Smut, Dom/sub Play, Shibari, Vibrators, Lace Panties, Prostate Massage, Overstimulation, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Nipple Play, Body Worship, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Dry Humping, Mirror Sex, Rimming, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Laughter During Sex, Making Out, Aftercare, Post-Coital Cuddling, Light Angst, Romance, Self-Esteem Issues, Trauma, Insecurity, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Non-Sexual Bondage, Tenderness, Banter, Dorks in Love, Dancing, Massage, Established Relationship, Top/Switch/Soft dom Steve Harrington, Bottom/Switch/Sub Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson is Steve Harrington's good boy, POV Steve Harrington

Steve's boyfriend looks like the ultimate wet dream. There’s never a time he doesn’t find Eddie the most beautiful and sexy person in the entire world, but this view, right here… this definitely takes the icing on the cake. Steve can still hardly believe they got to this point. It took two weeks to bring this particular fantasy to life. But really, they have been working up to this kind of moment for much, much longer. *** A story of Steve and Eddie growing into their intimate relationship, full of playfulness, amazing orgasms, developing trust and confidence, and above all else, unconditional love.

Snippet below!

Steve licks his thumb and exaggeratedly loudly flips another page of a sports magazine in his hands. One he definitely hasn’t managed to comprehend a single word of, while all his senses are attuned to the sounds coming from the foot of the bed.

The constant buzzing noise. The harsh breathing. The occasional whimper, or sheets rustling, or the springs inside the mattress creaking slightly.

Unable to help himself, Steve once again glances over the edge of the page at the absolute erotic masterpiece that is his boyfriend. He’s not sure why he even decided on this absurd game of mock disinterest. He’d rather be watching the sight in front of him the entire time, not pretend to be reading the magazine he can’t give a single fuck about right now.

Eddie’s sitting back on his heels, his shins bound to his thighs with a gorgeous diamond patterned leg tie. Another piece of Steve’s handiwork is a harness woven across his hips, snug underneath his balls and framing his crotch in a way that makes Steve’s mouth water every time he looks. Besides the bright red ropes, the only clothing on Eddie is a matching red pair of lace panties. Eddie’s cock is straining desperately against the delicate fabric, a dark wet spot already visible below the tip.

Eddie meets his eyes briefly, his pupils blown, lips parted, face and chest flushed. Then, he drops his head and groans, trying to grind his hips back into the source of his sweet torture, to no avail. Everything Steve’s done was to ensure he would neither be able to escape it, nor attempt any extra stimulation.

Of course, potentially he could. His hands were left untied, but untied doesn’t mean free. They are bound by Steve’s firm command, right after he finished all of his rope work, gently tugging on Eddie’s wrists and guiding them down to the mattress. “Hands against the bed, baby. Keep them there. You can be a good boy and do that for me, can’t you?”

And so, Eddie’s hands stay in place, squeezing and clawing at the sheets to either side of his bound thighs.

Steve glances at his watch. It’s only been ten minutes, yet Eddie already looks like a fucking wreck. Steve can see how hard his arms are shaking, how he’s likely desperate to touch himself through the soft lace that must feel like absolute torment on his leaking dick. Creating pressure but no friction. Steve’s tried them on once, so he knows what it’s like when you’re hard, to feel every swirl of that beautiful pattern against hypersensitive skin.

Other than being pretty (so, so pretty stretched over Eddie’s equally pretty cock, hard and thick, with a prominent contour of veins now standing out against the lace), the panties serve a very practical purpose. Steve couldn’t quite figure out how to keep the magic wand in place where he wanted it with only ropes, and this solution was just genius. The handle is tucked into part of the hip harness underneath Eddie’s ass, whereas the head of the device is firmly held by the elastic of the panties, pressed snug against his taint, sending steady vibrations to his balls and prostate. Lowest speed setting. Not enough to push him to the brink, just enough to slowly drive him mad with the relentless teasing.

“Ah, I see you’re… not enjoying your magazine… much..?” Eddie catches him looking and grins, way too cocky for the situation he’s currently in. As if on cue, his dick twitches again in his panties, and he groans, sucking in his stomach and uselessly rolling his hips again, as if trying to grind on thin air. “Oh fuck. Jesus. How much longer?..”

“What, you’ve had your fun already, baby?” Steve teases and clicks his tongue. “I did suggest fifteen minutes. It’s you who insisted on twenty, remember?”

“Uhhhh,” Eddie croaks, wriggling his hips again and slapping one palm several times against the mattress. “Ohhhh, holy ssshit. I regret everything.”

“No, you don’t.” Steve smirks.

“No, I don’t,” Eddie admits with a miserable chuckle and dramatically flops down on his face, ass in the air, letting out a long, frustrated growl muffled by the mattress, before pushing himself back to his heels.

Steve abandons the stupid premise of reading his magazine and just sits back, enjoying the view. He squeezes himself through his boxers; obviously, he’s not unaffected. His boyfriend looks like the ultimate fucking wet dream. There’s never a time Steve doesn’t find him the most beautiful and sexy person in the entire world, but this view, right here… this definitely takes the icing on the cake.

Steve can still hardly believe they got to this point, when Eddie would take the initiative and present his own fantasy for Steve to fulfill. No more shyness about it, just unconcealed arousal and eager submissiveness when they first started talking about this kind of scene, both equally horny by the time they finished merely discussing the details. Steve spent days figuring out the right kind of weave for this; then, he’d just have Eddie kneel on the bed, getting used to the position, checking every few minutes if his boyfriend was comfortable, gradually increasing the time he spent bound every night up to an hour; beyond that, Eddie’s muscles were starting to cramp up.

It took two weeks to bring this particular fantasy to life. But really, they have been working up to this kind of moment for much, much longer.

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#steddie #steddie fic #steddie smut #fanfic #misha-bawlins fanfic #good boy eddie my beloved

[gucciwins]

birthday gifts 

harry and y/n celebrate twenty-nine 

A/N: hi friends!!!!!! happy harry day! thought I'd write something for bel and harry on celebrating harry’s birthday. hope you enjoy! I love you, sweet angels. happy reading 💝

Word count: 1797

love on tour series 

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29.

Harry had spent 29 years on this beautiful earth. He had impacted thousands of lives in his short time, including yours. You sit in bed watching him sleep and pray to the stars above that you get to love him for the rest of your life. That’s all you’re asking for, and hope he loves you the same in return.

“Feel you staring at me,” he mutters, burying his face in your covered lap.

You giggle, running a hand through his soft brown hair. “Admiring you at 29.”

“That’s what you said last night.”

That is true. Harry went to bed early last night after a beautiful sold-out show, but for some reason, you were restless. You tossed and turned until Harry had enough, wrapped an arm around your waist, and kept you tucked at his side. Once the squirming was done, you traced his face with your eyes memorizing every freckle and wrinkle. “You were twenty-eight last night.”

Harry shrugs, not correcting you because he’s sure it was past midnight then. It doesn’t make a difference. He blinks his eyes open and finds you smiling down at him. “Feliz cumpleaños, mi vida,” you whisper in the quiet of the room.

He sits up, wrapping you in a giant hug. You press repeated kisses to his bare chest. “Happy Birthday, Harry. I hope all your wishes come true. I have no idea what this year has in store for you, but I want you to know that I love you. Te amo.”

You pull back when you feel his shoulders shaking. “Amor?” He’s crying, and you know he’s okay because his dimpled smile doesn’t lie to you.

“So happy you’re here, love. Thank you.” You lean and kiss Harry. Neither of you care about morning breath. You’re quick to get lost in your own world. The kiss is slow, allowing you to explore each other as if it were the first time. There’s no urgency because you have the rest of the day to enjoy each other. Harry doesn’t want to stop kissing you, but he knows you both must breathe.

“Fancy seeing my birthday suit?” He huffs out with a cheeky grin.

You roll your eyes and push him away. He pouts, but it’s quick to fade when you throw your (his) shirt, and it lands on the floor. “This is my gift to you. Now enjoy amor.”

It’s the best way to start his birthday celebrations.

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Harry was happy. He was celebrating his birthday doing what he loved with the people he loved. His family called to wish him a happy birthday, and he promised to see them all as soon as possible. He’d leave North America to settle at home for a bit before preparing to head to Australia, trying not to think about the fact that he would be away from you for longer than he’d like since you were scheduled to start filming in a month.

“Mum loved the flowers,” Harry tells you as he stares at the large bouquet of flowers you’ve sent his mum as you did the previous year. “It’s kind of you.”

“Someone has to thank her for carrying that big head of yours,” you tease as you smile at the selfie he received.

“Heeyy!” He whines.

You roll your eyes, giving him a kiss to help him forget about what you said, and like magic, the topic is long forgotten, and instead, he gets lost in kissing you. He’s always shared how intimate kissing is and how he’d kiss you forever if he could. “Love you,” he mutters against your lips.

“Dork,” you push him away, going to look for his gift.

Harry sighs, “come here, baby.”

“So needy.”

He gasps, and you can’t help but laugh at his reaction. He makes it easy to tease him, and you know he loves it.

“It’s my birthday. You have to be nice to me,” he chastises you.

You apologize, making your way back over to him and hand him his present. You go to sit next to him, but Harry makes you sit in his lap. He’s been extra clingy today, not that you mind. You love being close to him. “Mermaids,” he giggles. It’s blue wrapping paper with mermaids and different sea creatures who look like they’re swimming around. The paper reminded you of Harry, and you knew it would be perfect for the gift you had for him.

“I didn’t need a present,” he reminds you as he’s already begun to tear into the wrapping paper.

He made you promise not to get him anything extravagant. Although you loved giving grand gifts, you knew Harry didn’t need anything he couldn’t buy himself, so you did the next best thing and made him a gift. You feel your palms beginning to sweat as Harry is close to seeing the gift you made him. You place your hands on top of his, stopping him from opening the box. “Do–m-maybe you want to save it for later?”

Harry frowns, picking up on your nerves. He lets you hold his hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “No matter what it is, I’m going to love it,” he promises. “Whether it’s a strawberry cake you made or socks you found at the market. I will love it because you bought it with me in mind.”

You let out a deep breath and know he’s right. “I’m going to make you your cake as soon as we’re back home.” With his schedule, there was no time to bake and decorate a cake–at least you didn’t have the time because he will have a cake for later tonight.

“I look forward to it,” he assures you. “Can I continue, baby?”

You nod, and he lifts the top of the box. There's a wrapped frame and a card waiting for him. He picks up the frame and turns it around carefully. You don’t look down at it. Instead, take in his reaction. You love taking photos. They allow you to look back at a memory. All you had left of your family were boxes of photos. Boxes of memories. You remembered a quiet night in your house with Harry photos scattered around you as you told Harry story after story. It’s one of your favorite memories. The frame opens up, displaying three images. It was a struggle to pick only three.

The first is one of you both at the beach. You’re sitting between his legs, both smiling at your phone. You managed to stand in front of you after a few failed trials. The second photo was taken during Christmas. You sat outside Anne’s home wrapped in his yellow puffer, both of you laughing at a dumb joke Harry made. You’re happy Anne was able to capture the moment. The last one was taken during your time in Italy during the new year. You set up the camera without telling Harry and captured the moment he decided to bring you in and dance with you. The photo was a bit blurry, but it captured his grin perfectly. Your love for each other was on display, loud and proud.

“For your bedside,” you whisper.

His eyes are full of tears. You didn’t think it was anything special, but it was the perfect gift for Harry. You picked out your favorite moments with him and framed them so he could see them every morning he woke up. Harry doesn’t say a word. No, instead, he leans in, slotting your lips together. The kiss tells you everything he didn’t say. Thank you. I love you. I love it.

“I love it, baby. So much,” he promises.

Harry looks down at the box and picks up the card, and you feel your throat close up. The card is a baby blue color reading “Happy Birthday” with a cake in the middle and the number “29” on top.

“Happy Birthday,” he reads. “Why thank you, Bel.”

You can’t help but laugh. Harry knows you so well he noticed that you were beginning to get lost in your head, your nerves almost getting the best of you.

“Para mi estrella.” His Spanish is good. Harry makes many things look easy. There were times when you spoke too fast you confused him, but he’s been practicing with you and Sarai. It means everything to you. “Still your rockstar.”

“Para siempre.” Always.

Harry opens the card and finds doodles of balloons and flowers. It wasn’t anything special, but you thought it’d be something he’d cherish, especially because of what you’d written inside.

Happy Birthday, mi amor.

Now, how about I be the last voice you hear at night?

And every other night

How about in the morning I be the first thing you see

And every morning after

When I wake, I want to see you staring back at me.

Now how about we add one more title to our lives:

From best friends to partners to mi corazón.

To flatmates. To housemates.

Yours, Y/N.

He doesn’t know what to think. Many emotions are running through him, but you can see the surprise clear on his face. “Baby, is this—what are you saying?”

You raise your hand and caress his cheek. He leans into your hold. “I know we’ve got a busy year ahead of us, but when I return to London, I want it to be at our place. One place we both call home.” Your life with Harry is so intertwined that you don’t want a part of you without him. “Only if you want that,” you add in a rush.

Harry laughs, trying not to let his emotions get the best of him, but this really is the best gift he could ever receive. “Baby, I have wanted this since we finished tour back in New York,” he reminds you.

“Worth the wait?” You ask.

“You will always be worth the wait.”

You believe him.

Harry stares at you as if memorizing every part of your face until he stands up with you in his lap, spinning you around. “We’re moving in together,” he yells. “Yes!!!”

“Harry,” you shriek in delight.

He settles you back down. “I love you, Bel. Thank you for the best present.”

“Doesn’t feel that big,” you try to downplay. You both know it means everything to you. There are many things to talk over, but for now, you’ll celebrate his birthday. Everything else can wait.

Harry pouts, “so you weren’t nervous to ask me?”

You pinch your fingers close together, “only a little.”

“I love you. Life with you is all I want,” he vows.

He kisses you pouring all his love into you, a reminder that you are his and he is yours. Together you are creating a beautiful life.

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[moonlightbvcky]

Love,

Kate Bishop x girlfriend!reader

summary: the thought of dating a hero sounds all fun in games, until they’re away fighting crime on your birthday. But knowing Kate, she always has something up her sleeve.

warnings: fluff! Reader is sad because Kate can’t be there for her birthday- or can she? 👀 implied smut at the end.

note: this originally was just going to be a very little something, but while making the moodboard- I got inspired! I’m new at writing, please be nice <3

Happy birthday Ria, you deserve all the good things. I love you so much, you’re the best 🫶 this one’s for you! @belovaskitkat

Your eyes blinked a few times, trying to register your surroundings. You stretched out in your and your girlfriend’s shared bed, a wide smile plastered on your face. Today was your birthday!

You rolled over a little too quickly to where your girlfriend usually would be laying, almost always still asleep. Kate never was and still isn’t a morning person.

The smile quickly faded as you noticed the empty and cold sheets.

“Oh yeah,” you said to yourself in a whisper, remembering her and Clint were on a mission today.

You felt the happiness and excitement in your chest quickly start to fade, until you noticed a little folded note on Kate’s pillow.

Quickly you snatched it up as you sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes more to adjust to the sunlight creeping through the curtains.

You unfolded the note, and began to read your girlfriend’s beautifully sloppy handwriting.

“Dear my love,

Happy birthday princess! I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to wake you up with kisses and pancakes. However, there’s a little something in the kitchen waiting for you!

- love, your dork.”

You were out of bed faster than you were done reading the darn note. Excitement filling you up again as you were running through your both shared apartment to the kitchen.

Lucky was quick to join in on the excitement, running along beside you as his tail went crazy.

You giggled at the cute dog, and stopped right as you got to the kitchen.

“Oh Lucky, look!” You were immediately in awe at the sight. Two big stuffed teddy bears sitting next to a beautiful cake on the kitchen table. Another folded note tucked into one of the arms of the bears.

Hand on your heart as you walked up to the table, tears forming quickly. Happy yet sad tears.

“I should call and thank her, shouldn’t I? Or do you think she’s in the middle of kicking ass?” You laughed, talking to Lucky as if he could answer you.

You shook away the idea, knowing Kate probably wouldn’t answer, and she’d be home tomorrow anyway.

Picking the note from the teddy bears arms as you admired them both with love in your eyes. You really do have the best girlfriend.

Your shifted towards the cake, taking your pointer finger while holding the note in the other hand, you lightly took some of the frosting off the side of the cake.

“Well- it is my cake,” you shrugged and popped the frosting into your mouth. The cake was just as delicious as it looked!

Pulling the note to your attention finally, you laughed immediately at the sight of Kate’s failed attempt at a heart on the face of the letter. You opened it and your eyes began to follow her writing yet again-

“Dear my beautiful girl,

Happy birthday, baby. I just wanted to remind you that you’re always loved by me. Even on your not so good days, bad days, and even worse days. The day I met you, that was when my life began. It will always start and end with you, y/n. I don’t exactly know who to thank for putting us on this big ball we call earth, for letting our paths cross at the right time. Maybe the stars? I’m not sure. But I’d never be able to thank them enough. You’re always the light I need, the soft place to land, and the one who always hears me when no one else does. You’re always enough. Always. I love you.

- love, your KitKat.”

You felt the warm tears fall onto your cheeks as you finished the letter, a soft cry of happiness leaving your lips.

Just as you were about to get your phone out to call Kate, even on the chance she won’t answer- you heard the front door open behind you.

Quickly you turned around ready to fight, but the person who came into eyesight made your arms and legs go weak.

“Hey birthday girl,” Kate said with a smirk on her face, a couple bags dangling in her hands. More gifts probably.

Immediately you ran to her, engulfing your girlfriend into probably one of your tightest shared hugs yet.

You attacked her face in kisses, Kate laughing and holding you just as tight in response.

“You’re! Here! You’re! Really! Here!” You said between kisses, giggling as the tears didn’t stop.

“Y/n, baby- I’m not about to be if you keep squeezing me so tight!” Kate laughed as you continued to spam her face in kisses yet loosened your grip eventually.

Finally you both shared a soft and tender kiss, Kate’s hands going to your hips as usual. Yours on her shoulders despite her being taller.

Pulling away Kate looked at you in adoration, “happy tears I hope?”

You nodded slightly as Kate whipped them away with her thumbs.

“Very happy. Thank you for my gifts, and my notes. And just- for being you Kate Bishop.” You said softly, the tears slowing as you took in the smell of her.

“Anything for you baby. Happy birthday,” Kate leaned in once more, but this time for a forehead kiss.

You leaned against her lips, “I love you.”

“I love you more,” Kate responded against your head.

“I love you most,” you smiled and closed your eyes. Your heart full. This birthday couldn’t get any better.

“What’re you doing home? Not that I’m complaining..” you pulled away looking up at her.

“Clint called me last night while you were sleeping, said the mission was off. I thought it’d be fun to surprise you,” Kate smirked.

“Ya know, I stopped by a little shop on the way home, got a few new little things I think my birthday girl would look good in.” Her hands suddenly tighter on your hips.

Okay.. maybe this birthday could get better after all.

#kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop #kate bishop moodboard #writings <3

[lemonandlime22]

Adventure into the enchanted forest

Warning(s): [none]

Summary: Rook takes you on an enchanting adventure with a glowing surprise

A/N: This is a bday present for @lorkai , I hope you are having/had an amazing birthday and got everything you wanted!! i hope you enjoy this, HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVEY!!!

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Gentle gloved fingers ran through your hair as you slowly opened your eyes to see the French blonde above you, staring so lovingly into your eyes. His hair was pulled back into a small bun with his bangs hanging in front of his face, and his signature hat was nowhere to be seen. His face, looking down so softly at yours, was covered in shadow but the bright sunlight from above gave him a peaceful halo of the yellow light. 

With a voice as soft and smooth as silk, he whispered, “Well good morning, ma lumière” his smile grew “You are as beautiful at the morning sun, and dare I say you shine twice as bright just as you wake,,,” he trails off with a dreamy sigh and continues to stare

You can’t help but burst into giggles at the cheesiness of his words but you know he was telling the truth, he is never one to say what he doesn’t mean. “You are such a dork,” you say through giggles as you reach up and pinch his nose. He laughs as well and lifts you to scatter kisses all over your face.

It was your birthday and Rook wasted no time planning a special day with you. Rook took you deep into the forest with nothing but the promise of a beautifully adventurous day, a promise to which he did not disappoint. The day was spent exploring the forest, picnicking, watching animals, and him telling you all about the plants and wildlife that surrounded you.

But Rook had a certain place, in particular, he wanted to show you. He gestured for the two of you to stand up and, taking your hand, led you as you covered your eyes at his request. The closer you got the scent of blooming flowers surrounded and engulfed you with a calming sensation along with the sound of rushing water. Rook stopped and helped you out of your shoes, still telling you to keep your eyes covered. Once your shoes were off he softly took your free hand in his and pulled you close with water engulfing your feet to your ankles. 

He slowly took your hand for your eyes and walked backward with both your hands in his, staring lovingly at you walked backward at the edge of the small lake towards the waterfall, never once taking his eyes off of you. You didn’t have the strength to look away for a moment, even as you were both enveloped in shadow. 

Rook had taken you behind the small waterfall into a grotto that looked to be filled with millions of luminescent pebbles. The glow illuminated his face as he softly smiled to himself and turned to the mystical cave, still holding your hand, he calmly sighed before speaking,

“This is a secret place” he looked back into your eyes, his filled with pure affection “I relax here when I go hunting. I wanted to show this to you so if you ever need a safe place to breathe, you can always come here” 

You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face at his words and gesture. You let go of his hand and enclose your arms around him in a tight hug, which he happily reciprocates.

“Ah! I nearly forgot!” Rook exclaimed before pulling away and reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small emerald green box,

 “Your gift!” He exclaimed proudly as he presented the box in his hand to you. 

Rook opened the velvet box to reveal a ring with what seemed to be one of the many glowing rocks, it was a simple style with the magical pebble being the main focus but there was an Intricate design with the band that seemed to be vines. You were taken aback and speechless, your breath hitched in your throat, but Rook happily explained,

“A promise ring, ma lumière, so that you know, no matter what, you’ll always have someone you can go to, someone that’s always proud of you, someone that loves you.” A soft caring smile filled his face as he looked longingly at you. You couldn’t form a word, but your smile that grew with every moment and eyes that held nothing but joy were all he needed as confirmation, and he gently slid the ring onto your finger.

You both embraced in a tight comforting hug, neither one of you ever wanting to let go of the other. 

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#The lovely lorkai #happy birthday #!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #moots #twst rook #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland rook #twst fanfic #twst x you #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #x reader #twst pomefiore #twst yuu #fanfiction #tooth rotting fluff

[slowlydifferentbluebird]

Reader being best friends with Seulgi who introduces Irene to them. Reader ends up falling hard for Irene who seems to reciprocate the feelings. They go on a few dates and it seems to go very well. Just when reader is about to ask Irene to become official, Irene confesses and apologizes that she made a mistake, she actually likes Seulgi.

Don’t kill me please😭

Well, my first piece of writing of this new era can only start with two of my beloved wives. Actually, even if it's an evil request, I'm not mad about it. I'm pretty happy about it, because I really liked the plot, probably this is my first real angst story.

"Will I ever see you again?"

Red Velvet Irene X N Gender Reader (ft. Seulgi)

Genre: Angst

"Yah! Kang Seulgi, you're always late!", you shout at the girl running in your direction with a goofy walk.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, the dance practice lasted more than I thought", she apologizes, panting, before taking you between her arms for a big hug.

Seulgi has always been the softest person in your life. You became best friends in her rookie days and from that moment she never let you down. In fact you were not really mad at her, you were just having fun and teasing her. You learned pretty fast that time in an idol life was relative and you were just happy about her finding always time for you, despite being busy.

"Don't worry, bestie. I know you're hella busy with the preparation for last comeback. Honestly I am kinda surprised because you are less late than usual", you reassure her, giggling a bit about the silly smile that appears on her face.

"Oh, that's because my friend Irene took me here by car. Now she's parking because I invited her to join us...I hope it's not a problem for you?", she explains, a natural aegyo coming as it usually happens when she asks for a favor.

Honestly that was not a problem at all, you were so enthusiastic about having her friend there with you for your cozy hangout. You have always been a big fan of them as group, but even if you meet her members in different occasions like birthdays, you never were able to really become their friends too.

Irene, in particular, always catched your attention: she was not just super pretty, she had this elegant aura about her that made you curious. She was always kinda fierce so you were scared of approaching her and even that day you felt a bit nervous, but the presence of Seulgi gave you the courage of finally talking to her.

~~~

The hangout was a success. Not only you discovered that Irene was maybe more soft than Seulgi, but you two immediately clicked and talked a lot without the help of Seulgi. You couldn't believe at that last part of that night. You were about to drop off from her car when...

"Hey, can you give me your number? I think we should go out some other times", the older girl said, putting an hand on your arm softly.

And if that was not enough, you two even started to chat at every hour of the day. Probably you were talking more with her than with your bestfriend, at that point organizing your first date was only natural.

You opted to meet her in a cute cafè to replicate the chill vibe of your first meeting. It never happened to you to feel so connected to someone you met few days before. Irene seemed like the perfect partner for you: she was soft but passionate, elegant yet funny, a beauty but also a dork.

That was just the first of a serie of dates that went on for months, until a Friday night she was at your house, you two were just chilling and cuddling on the couch, a silly romantic movie was playing in the background. Honestly you were not looking at all the screen, you couldn't stop looking at her lips.

And it had to be so evident and clear that it made Irene chuckle. She called you "silly"...before staring at your lips too. The atmosphere was perfect and the time seemed to stop, exactly like you when her lips touched yours. It last a second but in your mind it was an hour long. From that moment of the night, your memories are blurres, just pure ecstasy on your mind.

~~~

You two agreed on you meeting the night after through texts. You were so busy and nervous about finally asking her to become official, that you didn't even notice her different tone. Probably in that moment you just thought that she was in hurry or something like that.

You arrived at her dorm pretty early, too much impatient to see her again and asking her that question that was more important than your entire life. Basically she was about to make your dream come true.

"Hi! Irene is waiting for you in her room...", Joy said, opening the door. She seemed troubled, almost if she wanted to add something but in the end decided to not do it.

You didn't really give that detail too much importance, your mind was focused on that single question, all the rest could wait in that moment. "Hey baby", you greeted Irene, entering in the room.

She smiled at you, hearing your words, but it was not her usual shy and cute smile, it was almost...sour? Sad? You couldn't tell, but you were starting to read the room

"I have to tell you something", you started, already eager to make her hear the discourse your prepared and repeated during the entire day.

"Wait...I have to tell you something too...and it's more important, I think", she said, biting her lips, her eyes looking at every corner of the room, except the one where you were standing.

"I think you already know what you want to tell me: it's about all our dates and...well, our kiss of last night, right? It was such a beautiful moment, wasn't It?", she kept talking, making you smile at the thought of that memory.

"I thought about it and...please don't hate me, but I think we should stop seeing each other", she said in a cold breath, her eyes looking into yours.

But your eyes were empty, maybe full of tears, but empty like the universe. Your head seemed about to fall off, your heart about to melt and your stomach about to explode.

"Please, understand me. I think you are a great person and deserve all the love of this world. You really made me feel special...but my heart has space only for a person. Again, don't hate me, but I love Seulgi", she concluded, biting her tongue this time, she could clearly tell how hurt you were at her words.

Probably she told you something else later, but your body and mind stopped working listening to that cruel sentence. "I love Seulgi", those words were on repeat on your mind, making you shake and tremble so bad that Irene got worried.

She made a step in your direction to try to comfort you but you immediately backed up, hugging yourself, trying to not get in shambles in her presence. The last thing you saw before getting out of the hell was Irene's guilty look...

...just to meet another one: Seulgi's guilty look. She was waiting out of the room, waiting for the outcome of that talk, but she already knew that things were about to go bad. Bad like your mental health in that moment. Looking at her face gave you nausea.

You quickly walked towards the door entrance, tunnel vision towards that damn door. You felt someone caressing your arm briefly, probably Joy, but again, your memories are shared by the pain. On the door you looked back one last time, ready to say goodbye to that haunted place and the view was the final punch in your stomach that send you KO.

Irene and Seulgi were standing next to each other, both surprised by the fact that you looked at them one final time, holding hands. Enough. That was enough. You just ran, bawling your eyes out, you ran towards home...no, that house had too memories in it. You just ran.

~~~

Well, I guess that's it. I hope I didn't break too much hearts. Thank you for reading and I hope you like it❤️

Zazá

#ask me anything #kpop #kpop girls #red velvet irene #red velvet fic #red velvet x reader #red velvet seulgi #red velvet scenarios #red velvet angst #irene x reader #irene imagines #red velvet #red velvet fanfic

[ygodmyy20]

Day 7: Happy Birthday, Teru.

Reference: https://i0.wp.com/img.screencaps.us/202/3-nimona/full/nimona-animationscreencaps.com-467.jpg?ssl=1

I have wanted to draw this pose ever since I saw the movie. This was the perfect opportunity. I really wanted to draw something that made me feel calm and happy. This is the result.

A little extra snippet for everyone as well. Enjoy!

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Soft heels pad across a midnight-cast rooftop, the loud boisterous sounds of the party fading into the background like sun setting below the horizon.

The air is moist and thick with spring-time mildew. It sticks to the ground, making everything wet, and layering the world in a slight chill.

The pair sit down on the edge of the rooftop and the taller of the two smiles. "Thanks for stepping away from your own party for me," he says, fingers playing with a brightly colored gift in his lap.

A wave of a hand and a snort, "You know I never mind Shige. Besides," he leans foreword, eyeing the gift with sparkling blue eyes, "I see you have something for me~?"

Shigeo nods and passes the gift over, the corner of his eyes crinkling in amusement, but barely visible in the dark blue of midnight. "I do. Happy Birthday, Teru," he leans over, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

Teru (even after all these years) blushes, waving his hands up and down as he takes the gift. "Ahh stop it you!" He places the gift in his lap, blue eyes softening. He stares down at it and then tilts his head up, looking out at the night sky in front of them.

After a few more seconds of pause, he finally says, "You know. If it's okay... can I open it later?"

"Of course. You probably know what it is anyway, you did give me a list."

A boisterous laugh escapes his lips, which then slides like melting ice into a soft smile. He sets the gift to the side and scoots closer, intertwining their hands as he nestles his head on his husbands shoulder. "Honestly... I love parties, but I love just sitting here with you just as much. It's a really beautiful night."

Shigeo tilts his head down, rubbing his face into blonde hair. "Mmm. I like it too."

A breeze picks up, ruffling their clothes, the scent of wet concrete tickling their noses. Cars drive past below, rumbling in and out of sight.

Even deep in the city, the sounds of crickets in a nearby park float aimlessly through the breeze, filling the edges of the sounds.

The tranquility is broken by thumping footsteps and a door swinging open loudly, startling to two as they turn towards the sound.

"Birthday Boy!!" Shou yells, "Stop smooching and get down here for you cake!!"

Teru glares, "Shou, I was just enjoying a moment, how do you always know when to ruin it..."

A shrug, "Eh, I just have amazing timing like that."

Ritsu also pops his head out the door, hand already on Shou's collar, "I can give you guys 10 minutes, but if you don't come down by then this," he shakes Shou, "is going to eat your cake."

Shigeo lets out a breathy laugh, "Thanks Ritsu. We'll be back down soon."

Ritsu nods, pulling Shou away as the other yelps in frustration.

Teru tries to keep on his annoyed face but it dissolves into a cracked smile as he leans back into Shigeo's shoulder. "He's such a dork."

Shigeo answers with a hum, pressing close.

Even in the city, the stars are visible, dancing above them in a quiet hum. A far off symphony that they cannot hear but the light sings like strings reverberating through the night. Mixing with the low drone of the city, an ambient tranquility that rests light on their shoulders.

Shigeo squeezes their intertwined fingers. "Happy Birthday, Teru."

#terukiweek2024 #teruki hanazawa #terumob #mob psycho 100 #shigeo kageyama #mp100 #this post is for me #honestly it is probably way too much text way too much info and too much going on #but I don't care #what are ages #probably.... 25 here #they get married around 25 #added the ring just for that #Originally i was gonna draw the shou and ritsu part but the writing took me 20 mins and the drawing multiple hours #so yeah much easier for me to write than draw #my art

[yo-yo-yungi]

MY LOVE, MY GRATITUDE - JEONG YUNHO - SFW

Yunho x reader

Genre: angst

Warning list: Angst- so you know, it ain’t happy. Mentions of a fall (no serious damage), mentions of a scar on the readers knee, mentions of food

Word count: 583

Summary: sometimes letters are made to be sent. Other times, letters are for the words we regret never saying.

Dear Yunho,

I wish I had sent this letter years ago, now it's too late. How am I supposed to confess when you look at her the way I look at you? Why did it take you only 2 months to ask her out, when I've been waiting for 10 years? Yunho, I've known you for so long, seen the good, the bad, and the ugly (yes, like the cowboys - yes, I'm a dork). We've known each other since we were 12 - is that the issue? Do you see me as a sister? I doubt it, especially since you kissed me at the Halloween party. Yes, you were drunk. No, I never mentioned it. But have I been thinking about it every second of every day since then? Yes.

I frequently revisit the photos of you stored on my phone. There are over 1,000 of them... you always had a habit of taking selfies whenever I left my phone unattended. Oh how I long for you to do that again.

When I look at photos, they can't compare to a single glance at you. Your beauty cannot be fully captured in an image; it's not the same as seeing you in person. Could you walk past me one last time? No need for a sly wink or even a glance my way, just walk... I'll be watching.

Did you watch the sunset with her as you did with me? I should have confessed my love to you then, should have expressed how those moments meant everything to me.

The little moments with you are etched into my memory like sacred scripture. I can’t look at a tulip without remembering the time you got me some for my birthday, I can't look at a toothbrush without remembering all our childhood sleepovers. Yunho, even my own desk brings back memories of you falling off the chair. But… worst of all, the one that bothers me the most… I can’t look at myself without thinking of you. You changed me, both physically and mentally. Like that scar that graces my knee from when you pushed me a little too hard and I fell to the concrete… I’m sorry by the way, that was my fault… I shouldn’t have said the cupcakes you made were ugly. I loved them… truly. Every time I see that mark on my knee I think of you. It’s not fair…

Whenever someone mentions my considerate nature, I think of you, because you were the one who taught me that. Before I met you, I was unkind and harsh. Why did you give me a chance? You, this beacon of positivity, why did you give me a chance? Is it selfish to wish you hadn't? Because now I'm left with an emptiness in my heart. It stings like a fresh wound - I understand this may not be the best metaphor, but I don't care.

Yunho, I'll put it simply-

I am absolutely, desperately, unconditionally in love with you and everything that you are. If I can turn back time and tell you how I felt before you met her- I would- but I can’t do that now… it’s selfish. You taught me that selfishness isn’t a good look on anyone.

Since I can't express my love for you, I'll express my gratitude instead. Thank you for shaping me into the person I am today. I'm also grateful for the lessons you've taught me about love. I'll cherish these memories forever.

<3

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[jahayla-parker]

dylan O’Brien smau date nights

Dating Dylan : Dylan O’Brien x Reader SMAU

Summary: SMAU fic of date nights with Dylan and overall what dating him is like including when he dyes his hair blonde.

Warnings: playful relationship teasing/banter, that's really it

Requested for my 100 follower celebration

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yourusername: He’s always had to compete with my love for baseball 😉 tonight the two combined as he got to throw the first pitch 😊 I suppose I’ll keep him 😘

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juliaobrien: How did he do though? 😂 if I know my little bro, he probably didn’t make it to the plate

dylanobrien: I did excellent thank you very much 💅

obrienupdates: omg Dylan’s sass is back lol

dylanobrien: you “think” you’ll keep me?🤨

yourusername: it wasn’t autocorrect 😌 you have to earn it

dylanobrien: oh believe me, I will 😉 just surprised you’re still “think”ing about it nearly 5 years later 🙃

yourusername: the irony 🤣🧐

dylanobrien: for as smart as you are, you have no idea what you’re talking about here babe 😇

selenagomez : 👀

p_obrien: Lisa and I are we’re sorry we couldn’t make it but it looks like you two had a good night!

dylanfanatics: he threw the first pitch tonight? I missed it 😫

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dylanobrien: TB to the best first date of my life. It may have been an impromptu date due to a sudden schedule change, but the desire to ask you out was far from impromptu. Can’t believe I’ve been putting up with you for 5 years (totally not the other way around right 😉)! In all seriousness, I love you beautiful and always will; thank you for being you 🖤

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yourusername: Dyl, joke or not, I’ll always put up with you as long as you put up with me 🥹. I love you baby. 💕P.s. this picture 😫🥰

dylanobrien: my queen; for life ♾🖤

juliaobrien: you two are precious 😊 happy 5 years guys!

juliaobrien: wait… what?! Call me, now!

selenagomez: my beautiful y/n was such a baby 😭 congrats on 5 years Dylan and y/n, you better keep treating her right or I’m stealing her

yourusername: I know, we both were so young 🥺 thx Sel, love you babbbbyy 💕 but I’ll keep that in mind 😉🤣

dylanobrien: stiff competition but well deserved given the reward is y/n 🖤

selenagomez: as in she’s property?! 🤨 yep, she’s mine now

dylanobrien: …. @/yourusername Babe?🥺🥺

yourusername: to be fair, you both referred to me as something to steal/win so 😬

lisa_obrien: 5 years! Happy for you both ❤️

y/l/nfanzzz: He said “for life ♾” 👀💍?

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yourusername: In honor of his birthday, throwback to this cutie and I’s first big trip together 🥰 (omg look at his baby face 🥹) Dyl, I love you more than anything and I’m so thankful that 30 years and roughly 9 months ago Lisa and Patrick made this possible 😂 can’t wait to spend more trips and birthdays with you handsome 🥳

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p_obrien: hahahaha you’re welcome

dylanobrien: thanks.. wait…- babe?! Are you NOT holding onto me?

yourusername: lol what?

dylanobrien: how did you take this photo?! I asked you to hold on tightly 😳

yourusername: seriously Dyl? This was years ago dork, plus I survived 💁‍♀️

dylanobrien: we’re talking about this when I get home🙅🏻‍♂️

yourusername: it was a moped 😂 if I apologize will you just accept my birthday wishes/post 🙄

dylanobrien: I do appreciate the post🖤, and I’ll be sure to thank my parents for not being safe for you😂

Yourusername: oh sure but when I’m not being safe I get yelled at 🙄 just because I didn’t want to occupy my hands

dylanobrien: different kind of safe beautiful 😂 your hands not being on me is a different context here but I suppose we can arrange something since you don’t want to use your hands when told you, maybe you don’t deserve to be able to 😏

yourusername: mmm 🤔👀

juliaobrien: ewww you two get off Instagram with this!🤮

selenagomez: agreed 🫣

obrienandy/l/nupdates: this post took a turn 😂

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dylanobrienupdates: Guys?! Did you see this post @/dylanobrien added to his story? We’ve been speculating for awhile about their engagement. The placement of the heart is telling… right?! 💍

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dylanismylife: omg he liked your post!

y/l/nteam: they both liked this?! What does that mean??!!

enews: 👀

y/nanddylandaily: can’t we give them some privacy? They’ll announce when they want.

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dylanobrien: forever the world’s best partner, I mean come on 😍

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yourusername: ilysm 😘

teamdylan: are we sure they’re engaged? There’s no ring here!

dobrienluv: true but this was for a press event so it would’ve been hard to hide if they’re still being private

selenagomez: looking beautiful, you’re a lucky man

dylanobrien: the luckiest 🍀♾

lisa_obrien: y/n you look incredible, glad you two had a nice night out ❤️

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Yourusername: I’m going to miss this guy 💔 thought I’d be spending my life with him 😭 guess things don’t always work out the way you planned.

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dylanobrien: a bit dramatic baby 😂

p_obrien: you didn’t actually call it off did you?! I thought things were going well!

dylanobrien: dad, chill, it’s just about me dying my hair tomorrow 😆

yourusername: ooop sorry Pat! Should’ve looped you in 💕

dylansfanz: did they break up?!

juliaobrien: yeaaahh, good luck tomorrow 💀😂

selenagomez: life throws lots of curveballs, but I’d never change up on you like he is😘

dylanobrien: 🤺 back away

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dylanobrien: Behind the scenes for Not Okay (streaming on Hulu soon) 🎬 photo credit: @/yourusername 😘

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dylanmoviefanz: blonde?! wonder how y/n’s feeling 🤯

yourusername: ~not okay~ 🤲🧎‍♀️

dylanmoviefanz: lmao pun intended?

obriennerds: girl saaaame, this is hot af

yourusername: 🔥 Marry me? 💍

dylanobrien: I thought we were already on the same page with that 😏 pretty certain you said yes months ago 😘

yourusername: had to make sure I’ve got you locked in 🥵

dylanobrien: from day 1 😍💍

lisa_obrien: it turned out well!

movieblogger101: film announcement, engagement confirmation, and a new hair color?! ��

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yourusername: date night today consisted of some changes for both of us in a crammed hair & makeup studio 💇‍♀️ gotta say, I’m not sure if I the short hair but I’m definitely sure I like his change 💕

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dylanobrien: I expect a full retraction of your self doubting comments babe. You look sexy as always 🥵

juliaobrien: I agree but Eww Dylan not online again ❌

yourusername: ily Dyl 😘

selenagomez: omg you’re so damn hot 🔥 🚨

dylanobrien: hot and mine 😏

dylanmoviefanz: awe they are so cute and love each other regardless of the hair color/style; otp

ynanddyl4life: well duh. They’re not with each other because of the other ones hair tf?

yourusername: can we all play nice and just agree Dylan and I are both hot and in love 😂

dylanobrien: I agree 🙋🏼‍♂️

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Okay not great but hopefully you liked it!

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[auroraesmeraldarose]

Rafael/ Coral Island fic pt8

It’s getting a leeeeeeetle bit sexy, but not really. I mean, they’re on a beach, and the lack of clothing is … distracting.

HAPPY FRIDAY MY DUDES

Rafael was meeting his family on the beach; it was Pablo’s birthday, and the early afternoon was dedicated to celebrating with family. Spring had turned to summer, and it was exceptionally warm even for the time of year, the sun beating down already, despite it not having quite reached midday yet. As he reached the top of the beach steps he thought he saw a familiar waterfall of beautiful red hair, and his heart skipped a beat. Goddess she was gorgeous. Laying on a towel in the sand, in an emerald green bikini, barely covered by a tiny white beach dress, and clearly trying hard to join up her freckles into something approaching a tan, was Rose. He considered avoiding her, going the long way round, and avoiding the inevitable awkwardness when he said something stupid to her… But even when he felt like an idiot, and wanted the ground to swallow him up, he wanted to talk to her. He forced his legs to walk in her direction.

He cleared his throat when he reached her, and she turned, smiling.

“So… Uhm… You like bees, huh?” Rafael hovered on the sand next to Rose, trying not to look directly at her.

“Hey Rafael the hero!” She beamed at him, before the smile turned to confusion. “Uhm… Yeah?”

“The towel?” He gestured to the towel she was lying on, which was covered in printed bees, wings outstretched. “And you’ve got a bee on your necklace,” he said, gesturing towards that next, “and you had bees on your socks too,” he smiled at the memory of her curled up on his couch, “and now you’ve got them on your, uhm…” his voice faltered, nervously, as he realised he had been looking maybe a little too closely at the gorgeous girl stretched on the sand in her bikini, if he had noticed the little bees on each strap.

“That is very observant, hero!” She laughed, laughing even more because she had a feeling about why he had suddenly gone shy again. “Join me?” She scooted over on the towel, and he dropped down next to her. She smiled at his shyness. He was such a dork, a man that looked like him, muscles straining against his white tank top, getting nervous about a girl in a bikini; the irony. He could have any woman he wanted, wearing whatever he wanted them to. “And you like bears, I guess?” She countered, laying a hand lightly on his leg, just above his knee and on his shorts, which were printed with bears.

He brightened, though still nervous at her touch, pleased to have moved the conversation away from bikinis.

“Well, my niece Valentina likes bears. And if Valentina likes them, I have to. Everything she gives me has bears on!” He blushed a little and smiled, as he gestured to the swim shorts that had, yes, bears all over. 

Rose’s face had a dreamy look, and she turned her head on one side a little.

“I’m going to level with you, Rafael the hero; that may be the cutest thing you’ve ever said, and I don’t give a damn if saying it makes you blush. Big Uncle Rafael, little angel Valentina, teddy bears - it really is too cute. Tell me you have tea parties with her and the bears, please.” She teased, leaning and bumping her shoulder against his. She meant it; he really was cute.

His ears went red as he replied sheepishly. “Well, actually, she does love making me attend her tea parties. But she never lets me host them!” Rose laughed harder, and flopped back onto the sand.

“I solemnly swear if you ever host a teddy bear tea party, I will be the first through the door.” She said, grinning, and stretching out.

At that moment, a child’s voice came across the beach.

“Uncle Rafi! Uncle Rafi will you please take me for ice cream?” Little Valentina, in a green, mermaid patterned swimsuit came barrelling towards Rafael and threw herself at him in a hug. 

“How could I possibly say no to that?” He squeezed her and jumped to his feet. “Uhm… Have you met my friend Rose, Valentina?”

“Yes, hello again Ms Rose! You look like a mermaid today with your hair like that!” Valentina practically vibrated with energy and excitement.

“Well that is a lovely thing to say Miss Valentina, but I’m pretty sure the only mermaid around here is you!” Valentina’s face beamed like the sun. “What flavour ice cream are you going to get?” Rose smiled up at Valentina’s toothy grin.

“Strawberry… or mint… or chocolate! Uncle Rafi what will you get?!” 

“Why not all three? Although uhm… I don’t know what your Ma would say about that… Maybe I’ll get all three, and you can have a little bit of each of mine, so we don’t get in trouble.” He winked conspiratorially. Rose noticed that the nervous pauses in Rafael’s speech were fewer when he talked to his niece; she thought they must be very close, and she couldn’t help that melt her heart a little more.

“Mama is coming soon, we have to hurry then Uncle Rafi! She’s just arguing with Uncle Pablo about sunscreen and the picnic…” Valentina rolled her eyes in a way that make her look much older than her eight or nine years, and tried to pull at her uncle’s arm.

“Ah, then we have plenty of time. You’d think she’d let him win, on his birthday, but your ma never gives up in a fight!” He laughed. “Uhm, Rose, would you like to join us?” He reached a hand down towards her.

“Do you mind if I join your ice cream date, Valentina?” Rose knew who the boss was here, and it certainly wasn’t the giant man in the teddy-bear shorts.

Valentina had given up trying to pull her uncle away, probably realising she may as well have tried to drag a mountain, and nodded enthusiastically at Rose.

“Come on!” She said excitedly, reaching her own smaller hand down to Rose. Rose grabbed both the hands offered to her, and laughed at how hard little Valentina tried to pull her up, and how effortlessly Rafael actually did help her to her feet. “What flavour are you going to have, Ms Rose?” She trilled, clearly glad they were finally moving.

“Hmm… I quite like your uncle’s idea about trying a few…” She smiled, before adding “But shouldn’t we wait for the birthday boy?”

“Uncle Pablo doesn’t even like ice cream,” Valentina replied, as if Rose had asked the stupidest question she’d ever heard, looking to Rafael to back her up.

“It’s true, he prefers a drink at the tavern over ice cream…” Rafael half rolled his eyes. 

“Okay, so I don’t need to feel bad about leaving him out on his birthday?” Rose raised a teasing eyebrow and waited for Valentina’s response.

“Don’t be silly, he won’t care. Now come oooon!” She trotted away towards the shack, and the ice cream that awaited her there. Rose and Rafael followed behind dutifully. 

“So, big birthday bash today then hero?” Rose asked as they walked up the steps to the shack. 

Raphael’s face grimaced a little. “Uhm… afternoon on the beach, Pablo will moan about the sand and the lack of beers… we’ll have a picnic for lunch, then he can head off to, uhm… a night in the tavern and really… uhm… enjoy himself.” They had almost reached the counter, and Valentina was a little ahead, debating her ice cream choices deeply.

“You don’t fancy a wild night out then?” Rose was fairly sure she knew the answer, but asked the question anyway.

“Too many people. Not my thing. I’d rather uhm… stay home and uhm… watch movies.” Rafael was now studying the myriad ice cream flavours too, one hand draped on Valentina’s shoulder. Rose couldn’t help but smile at the huge tower of muscles next to his little niece; they really did look sweet together. She found herself thinking about what a good father he could be one day, before forcing herself not to even begin dreaming about an imaginary family of little Rafaels and Roses.

Rafael looked over his shoulder at Rose, and tried to sound casual, as he asked a question a lot more loaded than it sounded. “How about you? Uhm… Are you more into, uhm… Staying in, or… Going out…?” It was a perfectly innocent question for the conversation, but the way he waited for her answer and the constant pauses in the sentence made it very clear that her answer would be meaningful.

Rose leaned forward to look through the glass at the ice cream and tried to match his casual tone, succeeding much better than he had. “Oh, staying in, definitely. I like a beer, or a glass of wine, but I’d much rather be at home.” She sensed she had passed some kind of test, and he smiled at her response. She threw caution to the wind, bolstered by the smile, and decided to try her luck. “Don’t get me wrong, I like company… Especially at the moment, the farmhouse is feeling pretty empty. I can’t even watch movies on my TV, no DVD player and no internet except on my phone, and I had to leave most of my books behind when I moved, so it can get a bit lonely in the evenings.” She hoped she wasn’t coming off as too pitiful, and suddenly felt nervous again; was that too obvious a hint? But… it was true. It was dull, and lonely, sometimes. She had thought about looking in on the tavern of an evening, but the idea of walking in on her own, and having to find company or sit alone made her feel anxious; she would rather be at home alone and bored.

As Valentina selected and ordered her ice cream Rafael turned back to Rose, trying to keep his voice even and light. “If you want to… uhm…” his one arm had reached across his chest to hold the other again. “Uhm… Come over, and uhm… Watch something…?” Rose wondered if he’d ever manage to finish a sentence in front of her, and decided to take control and finish it for him. 

“With you?” His face went red, and he looked like he was about to change his mind or retract the offer, so before he could she continued enthusiastically, “I would love to!” He grinned, and turned back to the ice cream.

Rafael had paid for all of their ice creams, despite Rose’s protests, and they had returned to the beach to enjoy them in the sunshine.

“Well, when I come round for a movie, I’ll bring the snacks and beers then,” she had told him determinedly. He liked the sound of “when,” not “if.” The three shared five flavours of ice cream between them, and Rose had grinned when Rafael had held out a spoonful for Valentina to try. Valentina was incensed by the gesture, reminding her uncle that she wasn’t a baby anymore and could feed herself. Rafael’s mock outrage at this snub was adorable, and Rose played up to her juvenile audience by leaning over and eating from the outstretched spoon in Rafael’s hand. He blushed at that, and tried not to look too long at her soft lips closing on the spoon, but laughed too, and the three giggled and joked between spoonfuls until they had finished it all.

By the time they had finished, the rest of the family had arrived on the beach, and, wishing Pablo a happy birthday, Rose tried to excuse herself to leave them to it.

“Rosita, you’re not going anywhere!” Pablo had thrown an arm over her shoulder and pulled her aside to say the next bit confidentially. “If I have to spend half my birthday here in all this sand, I can at least have the cutest girl on the island here, right?” He winked cheekily, and she pushed his arm off her, laughing.

“Nice try, Pablo, but I know damn well you’ve tried that line on every girl on this island!” He grinned at her, shrugging his shoulders in an admission of defeat.

“Fine, Rosita, but stay anyway, if not for me, for Rafaelito?” She was very glad he was now out of earshot, building sandcastles with Valentina. “Hey, she’ll want to go for a swim with him soon, and you know that means he’ll be taking his shirt off, right?” He had elbowed her in the side, and her face went beetroot red, as she attempted to splutter a response. He cut off her spluttering. “Hey, Pablo’s got eyes, and your eyes are on my little Rafaelito all the time. It’s not your fault, clearly you’ve got something wrong with you, to go for him over me, but hey, we can’t all handle this!” He winked again and spread his arms as if modelling. “Now stop trying to argue with me, and go make a sandcastle with my brother! It’s my birthday, and I’m in charge!” He pushed her in that direction, still laughing at her blushing face, and headed off to join the rest of the family.

Rose did as she was told, and joined Valentina and Rafael making sandcastles, glad Valentina was controlling most of the conversation. It wasn’t long before she got bored though, and as Pablo predicted, she wanted to play in the water with her Uncle Rafi. Rose desperately averted her face as he stripped his shirt off, praying that the sun might make her blush look more like a sunburn. She caught Pablo’s eye in her desperation to look anywhere but at Rafael’s bare upper body, and he pulled a face that was either saying “I told you so,” or perhaps suggesting he had caught her red-handed… or red-faced, at least. She couldn’t avert her eyes when Rafael turned back to her, and reached a hand down to ask if she wanted to join them. She tried - really, really tried - to not let her eyes linger on the vast, muscular chest with a little soft brown patch of hair but, goddess, was it hard not to look. In fact, it was taking everything she had not to throw herself against that chest and cover it in kisses. Her eyes, for once, glued themselves to his face in a desperate attempt not to stare at the rest of him. Thankfully Valentina was chattering away, and Rafael, turning his head to reply didn’t seem to have noticed the look on Rose’s face. She grabbed his hand and pulled herself up quickly, hoping the cool water of the ocean might stop the heat radiating across her face. 

Rafael and Valentina splashed into the water while Rose held back to braid her hair and take off the sun dress. She was very glad they had gone ahead, as she felt strangely vulnerable about the idea of taking the dress off with Rafael right there next to her. Even if she was wearing a fairly sensible bikini underneath, it was still too much like undressing, and the thought of his eyes on her while she took it off made her heart pound in her chest. She waded out and joined them, leaning back to sink neck deep into the water as quickly as she could. Rafael and Valentina were engaging in what seemed to be Valentina’s favourite watersport, judging by her squeals of delight. Rafael would grab her under the arms, throw her high into the air, then catch her just as she came down to hit the water with a splash, dipping her under the water. Between dips Valentina was laughing and squealing with excitement. 

“Do Ms Rose next!” She demanded after a few minutes of being flung through the air laughing, paddling a little way away from her uncle as he reached out to her again. The look of shock on both Rose and Rafael’s faces was thankfully lost on Valentina as she splashed about, and Rafael coughed nervously. 

“I don’t… uhm…” he started, unsure of how he would get out of this. 

“I know he’s strong Valentina but I’m quite a bit bigger than you!” Rose laughed, her own stomach twisting at the awkwardness. 

“Only a little bit, I’m tall now!” Valentina protested, “and Uncle Rafi could throw you easily!” Rose knew she was right, hell he could have picked her up with one arm behind his back, but it didn’t mean he should! Her heart was pounding in her chest at the thought of his hands on her bare skin, at such an inappropriate moment. Rafael’s face was burning, and so was Rose’s as she sought for a better excuse. 

She scrabbled for a good reason. “Anyway, I’m scared of heights - I don’t think I’d like flying like you do, Valentina. I think I’ll leave that to you… I might go hunt for some pretty seashells instead.” That worked, and Valentina forgot all about the idea of Rose being flung through the air by ‘Uncle Rafi.’

“I know where there’s lots of shells!” Valentina declared proudly, paddling back to the shore, before calling back to them “come on!”  

Rafael gave Rose a grateful look, and they both appeared relieved as they followed Valentina back to shore. 

Rafael reached the shore first, and leaned back on the sand, eyes closed awhile to let the sun dry some of the water on his skin. Valentina ran off to get a towel and Suki had made her stop to reapply sunscreen, while Rose waded in behind them. When Rafael opened his eyes, it was to see the bikini-clad Rose above him and only a few steps away squeezing water from her braided hair swung over one shoulder. He swallowed hard, trying - and failing - not to stare at the drops of water running down her body. He lost himself in thought as a lone drop of water tumbled from her neck, down her collarbone, then to her round, soft breast and sank into the fabric of the bikini. She was undoing and braiding her hair again now, looking beyond him up the beach, and he risked another glance as another drop of water dripped from the ends of her hair down her soft stomach, down further, across the inner line of her hip bone and… 

“Is it time to eat yet?!” Thank the goddess for Pablo, interrupting. 

Rose was invited to join the picnic, and feeling a little guilty for crashing the party went to grab cold drinks for everyone from the shack. She even returned, much to his delight, with an ice cold beer for Pablo. They ate and chatted cheerfully, taking a long time to finish. Valentina was enamoured with Rose, who talked to her constantly as if she were one of the grown-ups, and when the picnic was over and it was time for them to part ways, Valentina grabbed Rose around the middle in a hug. 

“Thank you for playing with me, Auntie Rose!” Rose’s heart melted, and she hugged her back tightly. 

“Anytime, Valentina!” She let go, and Valentina left with her mother and Alice, leaving Rose with the two brothers. 

“Auntie Rose!” Pablo grinned at her, “congratulations, welcome to the family!” He winked, and looked significantly towards Rafael. 

Rose blushed, and waved him away. “Haven’t you got some drinking to be doing?” 

“Good point. Come by the tavern later, there will be shots, and if you’re lucky, strip poker!” He was already heading up the beach and didn’t wait for her reply. 

Rose shook her head and looked at Rafael, who watched as Pablo left, a definite look of mild annoyance on his face. 

“Not a chance,” Rose said, though she knew Pablo couldn’t hear her now, and it was really for Rafael’s benefit. “It’s rereading one of the five books I brought with me, and falling asleep on the couch for me tonight!” Rafael looked mollified. 

“Busy evening, then?” He smiled as she shrugged and picked her bag up from the sand. 

“Well, I’m waiting for a new movie theatre to open,” she joked, “The Hero Cinema, I think it’s called.” He chuckled and blushed, one arm reaching across for the other again. She went on, “I’ve heard it’s going to be open next week, if the proprietor is taking bookings then…?” Rose looked up at him, half teasing, half seriously hoping he would join in. 

“Uhm… yeah, definitely. Uhm…” he was bright red now, and struggling to express how much he wanted her to come and watch a movie with him, without having to actually say that. 

She took control again, throwing caution to the wind. “Like, maybe Friday? If that works for you…” she felt like his nervousness was catching, and she had it bad now. 

“Friday” he beamed, still blushing, “uhm… is perfect.” She smiled and nodded, and he added “horror okay?”

“What, life isn’t scary enough already? I guess it’ll be fine - I’ll have a hero to hide behind after all!” With that, she threw her bag over her shoulder and walked off smiling, leaving him grinning on the sand. 

#coral island rafael #fanfic #rafael coral island #coral island #fluff

[wooahaes]

handmade with love

pairing: mingyu x fem!reader

prompt: n/a [priv bday prompts]

word count: 0.9k~

warnings: food mention. suggestive talk. also you smack mingyu with a pillow for being fucking CHEESY.

daisy’s notes: when will a man make me chocolates actually. also know the other fic being posted today having the exact same prompt as this one was a complete coincidence.

There were few sights sweeter than seeing your boyfriend dressed up in a suit, and you were pretty sure Mingyu knew what it did to you. But he showed up at your door, having said nothing else to you the entire day except a “happy birthday” text in the morning (sappier than that: you knew you’d wake up to him telling you sweet nothings in text form) and a request to wear something nice when he came to pick you up. But he showed up with a white box in one hand, neatly tied with bright red ribbon, you half-swore that he forgot it was your birthday and hopped right back to Valentines Day.

“Happy birthday,” he said as he kissed you, stepping into your apartment. “You look beautiful.”

Of course, Mingyu happened to get there half an hour early and was saying this to you, makeup half-done and not fully dressed, but it was the thought that counted, right?

He walked in, collapsing onto your couch with a quiet groan. You looked back at him, “Long day?”

He waved it off. “Just tired.”

“We don’t have to go out,” you called over your shoulder as you went to retrieve your makeup mirror--just to bring it where you could comfortably finish up your makeup while catching up with Mingyu. “I’m happy making dinner for us--”

“Ah, jagi,” he called out, “I’m okay. It’s your birthday. You shouldn’t have to do work.”

With that, you walked over, pressing a quick kiss against his lips. “It’s not work to take care of you,” you said. “You know that.” And then you nodded toward the box in his lap. “Is that for me?”

He held it up, shaking it slightly. You could hear something rustle inside the box. “Do you want it?” He asked, eyes gleaming as he smiled at you. “I made it for you.”

You reached for the box, only for him to jerk it out of your reach. “Gyu.” You pouted, and then pressed another kiss to his lips.

Satisfied, he pressed it into your hands. “You can’t have any now,” he warned as you sank down into the spot next to him. “But I still want you to see them.”

With a tug, the little bow he had tied for you came loose, and you wiggled the top off of the box. Inside were rows of chocolate, neatly decorated  with little hearts and swirls on each one. Astonished, you set the box down on your lap as you looked up at him. “You made these?”

“I have extra chocolate leftover,” he said, reaching for your free hand. “In case you want to...”

The goofy grin he gave you said everything, and you smacked his arm. He laughed at you, before pulling your hand over to press a kiss against the back of it.

“We took a class together once,” he admitted. “So I used my knowledge from that. I hope you like them,” he leaned forward. “Happy birthday,” Mingyu whispered against your lips, before capturing you in another kiss. When he pulled away, he gave you that same corny grin. “You’re sweeter than any chocolate--”

And then he fell back, laughing as you smacked his shoulder for being so goddamn cheesy. “Really?!”

“Ah, jagi--” He whined out, still laughing as you grabbed the nearest pillow, careful to set the box of chocolates on your coffee table first, “I just wanted to see your reaction!”

You pummeled him a bit further with the pillow, his hands raised to catch and tug it from your grasp. With ease, Mingyu pulled you to him, just holding you against his chest as he came back down from that high of laughter. “Gyu,” you mumbled, “I need to finish getting ready.”

“Mhm.”

“Mingyu,” you whined, trying to free yourself from his arms. “We can cuddle later, you big dork. If you’re going to take me out to dinner, then do it--but I’m not letting you cook tonight when you’re already tired.”

With that, his grip loosened around you. “Okay,” he said with a blissful sigh. “You look so pretty like this.”

You gave him a look as you stood up. “Half-dressed?”

“Smiling,” he gestured toward the corners of his mouth. “I love being able to tell the others about how happy my girlfriend is.”

You rolled your eyes as you started to make your way back to your mirror. “Do you really talk about me that much?”

He sat up, watching you lovingly as you finished off the makeup look you were trying out. “I like telling my friends about you,” he said, his smile falling as he watched you longer. “Don’t you?”

“Tell my friends?” You asked, watching him nod. “Yeah, of course,” you looked back in the mirror, looking closely at your eyeliner. The color contrasted in such a pretty way with your skin, it made you smile. “They know about my adorably sweet boyfriend who cooks for me. I think one of them is still planning on stealing you, actually.”

“Are you worried?” He teased, “That she could?”

You shook your head. “You’re my lover boy,” you smiled back at him. “She can find her own Mingyu. You’re mine.”

He loved that confident look on your face. Sometimes it could be rare (especially early on in your relationship: he had reassured you a few times that he loved you, busy as he was, and that he’d always be there unless and until either of you fell out of love), but he liked to see the pretty way your eyes seemed to light up when you called him yours. And he was: he considered himself one-hundred-percent yours at this point. He wasn’t ignoring those other obligations (and you knew that he never could) but his heart?

Yours. Always and forever.

#wooahaes.fic #seventeen imagine #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt imagine #svt x you #mingyu x reader #mingyu x you #mingyu x y/n #kim mingyu x reader #kim mingyu x you

[pinkykats-place]

Aged Up BakuDeku SFW One Shots

Pro Hero AU

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

No smut … still check tags.

Art not mine … credit to @thekittyheartart {permission to use granted}.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

the feeling of being in motion again by nikkiRA

Summary: "Don't you want to date him?” Katsuki wants to do a lot of things. He wants to run his fingers through his wild curls and press his lips to the freckles on his cheek. He wants to make him dinner and listen to him ramble on about his day and listen to his stupid muttering and rub his shitty arm when it hurts and— "Yeah, I wanna fucking date him."

Mina sits back and crosses her arms. "You'd better do as I say, then."

Okinawa Sunshine by amarisllis

Summary: Katsuki is smiling so wide that his face is starting to hurt. Izuku is the most gorgeous goddamn thing he’s ever seen.

Deku is still staring at him, and Katsuki is still holding his phone against his ear like a goddamn dork. “Surprise,” Katsuki whispers, as he drops his duffel bag unceremoniously to the floor. His heart is still beating amazingly fast, and he lets out a nervous laugh as he takes a step closer. “Happy birthday, dumbass.”

Don't Go (Without Me) by amarisllis

Summary: Kacchan is always surprising him. He always tries so hard to make Izuku happy, surprising him with dinner on long days, or spontaneous dates, or limited edition All Might merch that Izuku didn’t manage to get his hands on himself. Kacchan’s surprises always make Izuku smile the way nothing else can, whether it’s something as small as the two of them getting an extra patrol shift together or something as big as Ultra-VIP tickets to the one hero convention that they weren’t scheduled to appear as guests at. Kacchan is the absolute best at everything, including gift-giving, and it makes Izuku feel as if he’s the luckiest man in the world. Forget being the number one hero; being on the receiving end of Kacchan’s surprises is the real honor.

So, naturally, when he decided to try and surprise Kacchan for once, he knew he had to do something big.

---

Izuku goes overboard while trying to keep a secret, and Katsuki worries that he's pulling away for good.

"what's your type?" by sapphicflower

Summary: In order to increase their popularity rankings as up and coming pro heroes, Izuku and Katsuki participate in the most popular late night talk show for hero duos - ‘Heroes Rising!’. They’re killing it, obviously, because they know each other from inside and out.

Until one question stumps the two of them: “What is your hero partner’s type?”

it's the way that we rotate (that makes me feel ok) by w0nderlei

Summary: They finally get together, but then Izuku is an ocean away and Katsuki resorts to long-distance yearning.

You Got a Boyfriend? by thatpinkbetch

Summary: In the middle of a bar on a Friday night, Bakugou's out with his old classmates, his friends, drunk as fuck, and head over heels in love with the man sitting right next to him. Does Deku even know how fucking beautiful he is? How incredibly cute, and important? Well, he's about to.

Bakugou's madly in love with his childhood friend (aka, his husband) and he's about to make that everyone's problem.

if at first you don't succeed (cry & try again) by saekimchi

Summary: “What,” says Katsuki flatly, “the actual fuck.”

Izuku looks up from where he's crumpled on the floor in the fetal position, surrounded by little silver wrappers and a half dozen colorful metal badges. “Oh, Kacchan,” he says, sniffling and wiping the dampness still clinging to his eyelashes. “I didn't know you were coming over today.”

behind every good marriage by supercrunch

Summary: (...is a very surprised mother-in-law.)

“So, I’m dating Deku,” says Kacchan.

Mitsuki, to her credit, takes the revelation in stride. "We’re very happy for you, Izuku! You’re a sweet kid and you’ll be a good influence on my stupid son.”

“Thank you, aunty.” Inko still hasn’t said anything. Hesitantly, Izuku reaches across the table to brush his fingers against hers. “Mom? You’re being awful quiet.”

Mitsuki nudges her. “I’m sure she’s just surprised. Really, Masaru and I should be thanking you, Izuku. You’re far too good for our son.”

Inko smiles very sweetly and takes a sip of her wine. “You know what, Mitsuki? I agree.”

They Took the Wisdom With the Teeth by asdfjkl129

Summary: Kacchan is trying – and struggling – to bring Izuku’s other hand up to his face again.

“Don’t touch me, nerd,” he says, and puts Izuku’s hand directly on his face.

“Kacchan,” Izuku laughs, “I thought you didn’t want me to touch you.”

“I don’t,” he insists, and pushes his head into both of Izuku’s hands even more.

- - -

Izuku deals with a high and very affectionate Kacchan fresh from his wisdom teeth surgery and can't help but fall in love with him a little more.

Finally Home by vnillaswirl

Summary: Katsuki Bakugo, aka hero Dynamight, has been assigned to a mission at the worst time possible, and Izuku can't help but feel bitter. Was there a point to celebrating his favorite holiday if his Kachaan wouldn't be there to enjoy it as well?

#pro hero bakugo x pro hero midoriya #bakudeku #aged up #pro hero au #SFW #bakudeku pro hero au #bakudeku recommendations #fanfic recommendation #AO3 bakudeku #ao3 fic rec #ao3 bkdk #pro hero dynamight #pro hero deku #fic rec #dynamight x deku #dynamight bakugo #deku midoriya #one shots #bakudeku fluff #little bakugo x caregiver midoriya #game show bakudeku #established couple #getting together #bakugou katsuki x midoriya izuku #ao3 bakudeku recs #long distance bakudeku #aged up bakudeku #pro hero midoriya x pro hero bakugo #bakudeku fic rec

[padfootastic]

OKAY SO THIS IS SOMETHING ME AND MY FRIEND DO THAT I SORTA NOW HC J & S TO DO IT AS WELL and i need you- queen of prongsfoot to tell me weather if they also would do this or this sleep-deprived me talking

so every year basically on our birthdays we send each other letters. and by sending I mean hand delivering it to them cause we live two mins away

but it just always has this format right? the address while following the normal format didn't contain the actual working address ala harry potter style kinda like for ex

ash/resident of everlasting patience and stupidity/ mountain of discarded coffee cups/ 16000 pictures in phone gallery street

but then the letter would be the most beautiful piece of ode to friendship to each other and just her and she shines my world and just e v e r y t h i n g.

like my description of notes is this should be so emotive that the reader is reduced to tears laughs and everything in between and those letters (more like a 5 page essay) is something that is one of my most cherished thing to get yearly.

and if you want to add angst to it, imagine sirius finding all those old james letters for each one of his birthday and one maybe for his 22nd one that he didnt get to read for lets just sya reasons

the way i saw u write this in real time and still took so long to get to it 😭😭 i should be locked up i s2g.

no okay but listen!!!! ur onto something here!!!

so. because i’m me, i’m gonna add an aspect of generational/familial history to it. so, imagine like fleamont and/or euphemia writing letters for james on his birthdays, right? and it’s filled with these heartfelt, funny messages and he cherishes them a lot. brings them to hogwarts and reads them when he’s feeling upset (only making himself more homesick in the process lol)

and then on sirius’ first bday in hogwarts (which is only a couple months in, yeah?) he sees that he gets a terrible, horrible letter from his family that doesn’t nothing except scold him/humiliate him and how it hurts sirius. SO. in a bid to restructure his perception of bday letters, james borrows from his own tradition & starts writing letters for sirius. he’s so filled w affection always that it’s absolutely not a problem for him to fill pages upon pages. (and u can even add the address thing as way for j to make it funny so sirius laughs!!)

so yeah, james starts it and slowly, hesitantly, sirius does the same. he’s never as proficient at it as james is, because he’s not as emotional in the first place, but whatever he writes is always heartfelt. (also, in a creative sirius scenario, u could hc that he draws something or composes music just for james and that’s equally sentimental but w/o being so horribly revealing?)

and like yeah, imagine then that james has got his 22nd bday letter all written and stuff bc he’s a little dork who never leaves stuff until the last minute unless he can help it, right? and despite doing this for a decade (a decade!!! they only had a decade together!!!) he’s still so fucking excited to write a fresh one bc he loves gifting and making people happy etc etc, and so he writes it, and keeps it in a nice little envelope w the potter seal embossed on it, just waiting to give it to sirius & see his expression (fav part) except.

except he can’t.

and when sirius enters the house, he sees james’ cold, dead body lying on the floor first, but once he gets up from the ground, he spots the envelope a few feet away and lets out a howl like never before. reads it so obsessively he can recite it, each word hitting like a stab in the heart.

(or, alternatively, u can imagine him somehow discovering the letter post-azkaban after he’s spends dozen years being psychologically tortured, reliving the potters’ deaths, and believing himself to be the cause of it. u pick)

(and of course, once sirius escapes, he does the same for harry. and to parallel james & sirius, the letter he writes for harry’s 16th is left in GP and harry only finds it after the war—or even during when they halt there—when he’s cleaning it up or wtv and basically breaks down all over again)

#james potter #sirius black #harry potter #good godfather sirius black #also!!! queen of prongsfoot 🥺🥺 my HEART #this got so long hehehe #but i just. could see it So Well #sirius writing harry letters absolutely happens in an AU where he raises him #can lowkey imagine jily writing letters for harry too #god i just. love letters so much #they’re so precious #contain so much history #a TANGIBLE evidence of one’s love & regard #‘i am thinking of u’ #hnghhhhhh #pen’s (delayed) asks #pen’s notes

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taecember 2022

↳ special thanks to my bestie momo ( @kookdiaries​ ) for making this beautiful banner for me on such short notice. it is so pretty and i really appreciate all your hard work. thank you love 💕

Welcome to Taecember!

I am 18 days late and barely alive but we made it. I really thought I was going to be able to do so much this month to celebrate Taehyung’s birthday the way he deserves but I got sick so suddenly and it took ages to get better. So, though I am late, allow me to start from the beginning—

I can’t remember when I got into kpop, but I know for a fact that it was because of BTS. I was in one of the worst depressions of my life and had just cut out years worth of people I had once considered friends. So, I was very lonely. I found seven dorks who were as nerdy, passionate, and competitive as me and I never looked back. I fell down the rabbit-hole of “just names” before I was watching pre-debut content and crushing hard on none other than Mr. Renaissance: Kim Taehyung. 

BTS was a layer of complex authenticity that I had not seen in any other artist before. Their music was a language of truth and encouraged others to recognise that within themselves as well. It seemed jarring at first, being that I was skilled in repressing emotions, but then it became comforting—like sharing kimbap with a friend in the parking lot of a convenience store on a cold winter night. When things would get hard, I would listen to their music. When I needed a laugh, I would watch RUN!BTS. When I needed an escape, I would watch Bon Voyage. And it truly felt that I was there with them, enjoying good music, competing in back-stabbing challenges (all in the name of fun) and exploring all these new places. Suddenly, I wasn’t so lonely. I was heard and seen and, more than that, taken care of. 

So, this December, I would like to dedicate my blog to Taehyung. I want to give years worth of love back to the person I found myself relating to and falling in love with the most throughout it all. I had hoped to have posted two Rotten Angelcake chapters by now and have some fun Saturday nights filled with “ask my muse” questions and steamy prompts. This, unfortunately, has not been the case. We have about two more weeks left though and I plan to make the most of them. If you would like to get involved through more than just reading fics, you can send pics or anything Taehyung related to me here. I will also be tracking the tag, #taecember 2022. 

I really hope you join me for the rest of the month in celebrating Taehyung. I’m sorry I didn’t do a better job this year, but I hope the next brings more happiness and joy. 

Happy Taecember!

❥ rotten angelcake ⟶ undetermined ↳ s2l, ceo au, sugar daddy au 

❥ luring in the dark ⟶ december 30th ↳ s2l, pwp, monster au

❥ ask my muse ⟶ saturdays ↳ where you can ask any taehyung, any burning questions you may have.

#kim taehyung #winter bear #taecember 2022

[depressedhatakekakashi]

It’s Hideous, I love it.

Tenten’s Gift

Words: 2693

For: @spellcasterlight who always needs some hood Tenten fic with a hint of ShinoTen

The job was easy. All she had to do was find a nice, cool shirt for her Sensei to wear to his Birthday dinner with Kakashi-Sensei. A task that was given to her straight from Kakashi-sensei himself, and one that she was more than happy to accept.

There was just one problem.

None of the shirts she could find were good enough.

For two hours she had dedicated her time to carefully searching through the selection of beautiful shirts. Picking through the options, examining each one thoroughly, and discarding them into the pile behind her when she ultimately decided that they just weren’t the right fit.

From shirts that were ‘too detailed’ or ‘the wrong shade of green’, nothing seemed right.

“How about,” plucking another shirt off of the rack, she sighed when she saw the design. With Shurikens on the collar and ‘Genjutsu master’ written across the back. “No.”

Over her shoulder, it went, where it fell on top of the growing pile of shirts. “Why is this so hard?”

All she needed was one shirt. A single, stylish shirt that would make her Sensei look like the coolest person in all of Konoha. Just for one night.

“It’s hopeless,” slapping her hands over her face, she flopped back into the pile of discarded clothes with a groan. “Nothing works. There isn’t a single shirt in this village that could make Gai-Sensei look cool.”

It was unfortunate, but she was going to have to admit defeat. No matter how hard she searched, she just couldn’t find the right shirt. They were all either too stylish, doomed to be ruined by that horrible bowl cut that her Sensei and Lee sported, or they were one of the most disgusting pieces of clothing she had the displeasure of laying her eyes upon.

There was no middle ground.

“What about this?” lifting her hands off of her face, Tenten stared up at the person now hovering above her. Aburame Shino, if she remembered correctly.

Who it was talking to her didn’t matter, though. Not when she caught sight of the shirt that was clutched between his fingers. A brilliant green dress shirt with little turtles on the cuffs.

The most ‘Maito Gai’ styled shirt she had ever seen.

Bolting up from her giant pile of failure, she grabbed the nearest sleeve and leaned in for a closer look. “Where did you find this?” she asked, too busy examining the fabric to look up at her saviour.

“The sales rack,” he explained. “I heard you muttering about your ‘super special mission’ while I was searching through it, and happened upon this.”

Super special mission.

She cringed at that combination of words and mentally scolded herself for saying them out loud. They may have been how Kakashi-sensei chose to describe the task, but the fact that she had repeated such an embarrassing phrase was inexcusable.

She was cooler than Kakashi-Sensei. She had to be.

If she wasn't, that meant she was…a dork.

“There’s also something else in that rack that Gai-Sensei might enjoy,” Shino continued, dragging her out of her existential crisis and back into the present. “If you’d like.”

“Something…else?” her eyes darted towards the rack, mind racing with thoughts of what it could be. What Shino might have seen that made him think of her dorky, over-the-top Sensei. “Um, thanks?”

Nodding his head, Shino turned on his heel and began walking away when Tenten realized what she had done. How she had failed to properly thank him for his aid when he didn’t have to step in and help her.

When she could have simply gone about his day without worrying about her standing there panicking over something so silly.

“Shino!” She stepped forward, a soft smile on her face when he turned to look back at her. “I really mean it. Thank you.”

“I-” Shino just stood there staring at her, a few of his beetles flying around his head while she watched.

“Let me buy lunch,” she insisted. “Umm, tomorrow. My Team always trains early and Gai-Sensei won’t hang around afterwards since it’s his birthday. I owe you.”

“You don’t owe me anything.” he corrected her.

Refusing to budge, she straightened herself up and grinned. “Fine, I want to buy you lunch.”

The two of them stood there just staring at each other, one loan beetle flying between them for a second while Shino’s eyes followed. Finally, after a tense silence, the beetle flew towards Tenten and gently landed on her nose.

She couldn’t help but giggle when its little legs moved against her skin, tickling her.

“Lunch,” Shino declared suddenly, his voice full of a fondness that caught Tenten off guard. “Shall we meet at Ichiraku Ramen?”

“A break from Sushi does sound nice,” she beamed. “Ichiraku it is.”

With that decided, Shino nodded his head once more and continued on his way, leaving Tenten standing there with a pile of clothes to clean up and a beautiful green shirt clutched in her hands.

“Alright,” glancing down at the pile, she sighed. “I’ve still got a bit of work to do. Oh!” suddenly remembering what Shino had said, she headed toward the sales rack. Whatever it was he had seen, she hoped it was good.

A gift that she could give her Sensei that he would enjoy, as well as the gift that Kakashi-Sensei had requested. Maybe she’d be Sensei’s favourite student, just for a day.

“Let’s see, where is it?” throwing the dress shirt over her arm, she started sifting through the sales rack, stopping when she saw the most hideous, embarrassing hoodie that could have possibly been crafted.

It was perfect.

Five O’Clock in the morning was a cruel hour. A time created specifically to torture young, innocent students who wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed and sleep for another three hours.

That’s how Tenten viewed it, at least.

She knew her views weren’t shared by her teammates, one of which was currently bouncing around the training area while the other sat calmly waiting for their Sensei’s arrival.

“This is odd,” Neji whispered, meeting Tenten’s gaze when she looked his way. “Gai-Sensei is usually the first one here.”

“It’s his birthday,” she shrugged. “Perhaps he’s spending an extra hour in bed, as a treat.” She only wished he had been kind enough to inform them so that they could have done the same. 

“He’s most definitely doing a lap around the village!” Lee declared with more energy than any person should be allowed to express before seven in the morning. “I bet he has been working out since three in the morning.”

Tenten shook her head. As over the top, as their Sensei was, she was certain he enjoyed sleeping enough to actually get some once in a while. At his age he needed it.

“Well, let’s do something while we wait,” she suggested. “Neji, what did you get Sensei?”

“Gift certificates to his favourite restaurant,” her teammate answered. “I was thinking he and Kakashi-Sensei could have a nice meal for their day out together.”

A good idea, though one that made her wonder if she wasn’t the only one that Kakashi-Sensei had approached about birthday gift ideas.

“And you?” She turned her attention to Lee, frowning when he continued to punch the air in front of him. “Come on, Lee. What did you get Sensei for his birthday?”

Lee stopped mid-punch, a look of horror crossing over his face. “I-”

“Lee…” Neji sighed.

Tenten couldn’t believe it. Lee was their Sensei’s unquestioned favourite. Everyone knew it, and she and Neji weren’t even jealous of that fact. The two of them were like family, it only made sense.

All of that love and support that Gai-Sensei poured into Lee, always pushing him forward towards his dream of becoming a great Ninja, and Lee had gone and forgotten his birthday.

“We’ll have to take you out to the store after training,” Neji declared. “I’m sure we can find something before the end of the day.”

The last-minute shopping trip. That was the last thing that Tenten wanted to deal with. Watching Lee run around frantically trying to pick out the perfect gift was not her idea of a fun time.

Just as she was dwelling on her wasted day off, something hit her.

“Oh,” she looked back at Neji, an apologetic look on her face. “Umm, you’ll have to take Lee without me.”

“Why?”

“I have plans.” As soon as she finished her sentence, Tenten found herself faced with her two teammates standing directly in front of her, both of them staring at her with an intensity that kind of terrified her. 

“Plans?” Lee asked. “With who?”

“A friend.”

Neji shook his head. “We’re your friends.”

“I have more friends than just you two,” she protested. “Besides, I told him I’d buy lunch as thanks for helping me find Sensei’s present.”

The pair leaned in a bit closer, their stares growing more intense. 

“Him?” they asked in unison, earning a groan from Tenten.

“I am not telling you two.” 

“Telling them what?” Hearing a voice directly behind her, Tenten jumped behind her teammates and glared at the intruder, only relaxing when she realized just who it was.

Gai-Sensei. 

Before she could even begin to scold him for sneaking up on her like that, Neji decided to speak up.

“You’re late,” he scolded the older man, narrowing his eyes when Gai-Sensei simply laughed at his words. “It’s unbecoming of a Jonin to be late to training that he set up.”

“I apologize,” their Sensei continued to chuckle through his words. “I was held back a bit by a rather affectionate puppy this morning.”

It only took a second for his words to sink in, and Tenten had never regretted hearing something so much in her life. Five am was already such a terrible time to be awake, but to be force-fed tidbits of her Sensei’s love life at such an hour.

That was torture.

“I regret commenting,” Neji cringed, clearly feeling the same as she did about the topic of conversation. “Can we just start training? I need to cleanse my mind after hearing that.”

One hand snapped up to his side, covering Lee’s mouth before he even had an opportunity to speak. For that, Tenten was thankful. As enthusiastic and supportive as her teammate was, there was nothing good that he could have said at that moment. Not when she and Neji wanted to change the subject as quickly as possible.

“Oh!” she perked up when an idea struck her. “Presents!”

Not waiting for a response, Tenten did a 180-degree turn and bolted towards her pack. 

“But, Tenten,” Lee protested .”I-”

“We can go back to your apartment after training to get Sensei’s present,” Tenten cut him off, unwilling to ruin her Sensei’s morning by allowing him to find out that his favourite student had forgotten to get him a birthday gift. “I’m sure Sensei will love it just as much, even if you forgot to bring it with you.”

“Of course!” Their Sensei cheered while Tenten searched her bag for his present. “I have no doubt whatever it is, it is a spectacular present, Lee!”

“I-” retrieving the gifts, Tenten turned back around and grinned triumphantly. “It really is quite the present, Sensei. I promise.”

“The second most beautiful present you’ll receive today,” Tenten agreed, taking a step towards her Sensei once more. “I have two gifts, but…It’s kind of one. Well, anyways-” she shoved the two gifts into her Sensei’s hands, not even apologetic about the fact she hadn’t bothered to wrap them at all. “The shirt is for your date with Kakashi-Sensei tonight. He asked me to find something nice.”

“I have lots of nice clothing,” Gai-Sensei frowned. “Why would Kakashi ask you to buy me something? Does he not like my clothing?”

Not willing to put herself in the middle of that discussion, Tenten simply pointed at the other gift now sitting in his hands. “That one,” she clarified, waiting for him to look down at the items he was holding. “I bought it because it seemed more like your style. I just have one request.”

“Anything for my adorable students!”

“You can’t wear it around me,” she insisted, stomping a foot when her Sensei opened his mouth. “I mean it, Sensei. It’s the dorkiest thing I have ever seen and I do not want to be seen out in public with you while you’re wearing it.”

Neji stepped up to her side, an envelope clutched in his hand. “You’re asking him not to be himself.”

“Just around me,” she insisted. “And I’m not asking too much. Just don’t wear that around me.” She couldn’t handle the thought of being caught in public with someone who would wear a hoodie like that. It was just too much for her. 

“Can he at least look at what it is he’s not allowed to wear?” Neji sighed. “He might not even like it enough to wear it.”

Throwing a hand over her chest, Tenten gasped. “Take that back.”

“It could be the ugliest thing Sensei has ever seen,” Neji insisted. “I mean, he does have a pretty particular sense of style. It’s rare to see him in anything other than his jumpsuit.”

Tenten was about to respond, insulted by her teammate's words, when a hand came down on her shoulder. Glancing up at her side, she stared at her Sensei with his blinding smile shining down on her.

“I’m going to love the gift,” He promised, a softness in his eyes as he stared down at her. “And I’ll love the shirt as well, even if it was a request from my eternal Rival. At least I know he was thinking ahead about tonight.”

A warm feeling bloomed in her chest as she stared up at Sensei’s smiling face. An emotion she had experienced only a few times before, mostly when she was successful in learning something new.

Pride. 

A pride in herself, for doing something that had brought her Sensei joy. 

Turning her face away from the older man, she did her best to hide the blush that crept across her face. To be caught getting emotional over something so small was ridiculous.

She was sixteen. It was silly that making her Sensei happy, even just for a second, would have her feeling proud of herself. 

“Oh, Sensei!” Lee broke through the silence that had filled the field, a blinding grin on his face when Tenten glanced his way. “We should start training quickly. Tenten has a date after that we don’t want her to be late for.”

A date.

The word hit her like one of Neji’s punches. Cutting off her ability to think clearly or move with a precise strike. Her chakra paths were still intact, but Lee had effectively destroyed her brain with his words.

“A date?” Gai-Sensei repeated, worsening the blow with his confusion. “With who?”

Unwilling to entertain her Sensei’s question, Tenten reached out and grabbed the hoodie from his arms, unfolding it right there in front of him. “Look,” she smiled so wide that her face hurt, trying desperately to hide the deep desire to punch Lee for changing the conversation in such a horrible way. “It even has a shell backpack,” she turned the hoodie around and showed him the giant brown turtle shell, and pointed out the zipper that went around the top. “You can put all of your stuff in her and still look…cool.”

Gai-Sensei’s eyes went impossibly wide. Excitement shone in them as he examined every inch of the hoodie. “A backpack in my hoodie, that is quite useful,” he agreed. “And the arms look like flippers? Tenten, this is wonderful!”

She wasn’t even upset when he snatched the hoodie away from her.

Her distraction had worked, allowing her to avoid an unwanted conversation.

All that was left to do was to have a conversation with her teammate about boundaries and not poke his nose into her personal life. A conversation that she would gladly have after training was finished and their Sensei was gone.

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