#HAPPY(LATE) BIRTHDAY ANON I HOPE IT WAS GOOD

[spicyicymeloncat]

I saw in your notes that you had to cancel your birthday so happy (possibly late) birthday!!

Haha thanks it was last year in September lol!!

And actually I did get to do birthday plans it was just kinda miserably bc the reason I was going to cancel was due to conflicts with my mum (and her making me feel like an awful person about it), but my other mum didn’t care and we went anyways and it was actually fine (the concerns my mum didn’t happen)

Also I was going through basically a platonic break up as well so crazy month lol

But thank you, and everyone who sent me flags, it was nice to get some positive interaction during all that!

[dark-side-blog3]

gonna give cioccolata the 🥺 look on my birthday

hopefully he would let me on the furniture, or cuddle me, after all i would be *so* sad if he didnt -📱

Cioccolata is susceptible to the puppy eyes of his-- and only his-- pets. Fine, you can be allowed on the bed to cuddle on your birthday. Never let it be said Cioccolata doesn't spoil his pets when they behave! Not that anyone ever would, with how many sugar cubes Secco gets, and the cacophony of "good boys" the spoiled darling gets with his head rubs.

You can even spoon, if you wish! Instead of curling up by Cio's feet on the bed, you can actually be held, or drape your leg over your master's thighs while you get comfortable.

It's unlikely you'd want to, given you might pop your stitches and you'll need to get sutured up again, but Cioccolata allows you the freedom to do positions he normally wouldn't.

Though Secco might playfully nip at said stitches anyways. Perhaps it really doesn't matter how you get comfortable for your cuddles, as Seccos going to brunt into you as soon as you're settled, wanting his fair share of the cuddlepile.

[gurugirl]

Birthday Girl

Happy birthday, anon!! 🎈

stepdad!harry x reader

Summary: It's your birthday and you need a little something that only Harry can give you before all the festivities begin.

Word Count: 1,357

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, cheating, lying, inappropriate relationship, daddy kink

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Waking up the morning of your birthday felt like any other day. You were at home for the weekend with your mom and Harry. They were planning on throwing you a small party on Saturday night and it sounded perfect. Exactly what you wanted to celebrate being a year older.

By the time you finally peeled your eyes open you could smell something cooking. Pancakes maybe? Pulling yourself out of your cozy bed and putting your slippers on you made your way downstairs and could smell there was indeed something cooking.

Harry had his back turned as he was pouring batter into the skillet and adding butter. You snuck up behind him and peeked around his frame. Pancakes.

Without even looking at you he began to smile when he noticed your presence, “Morning, birthday girl. Thought I’d make up some pancakes for you. Your mom left to go to the store to pick up a few things we need for the party.”

You smoothed your hands up his back over his t-shirt and leaned your cheek against his shoulder blade, “Looks so yummy,” you smiled and felt Harry reach behind himself to put his arm around your middle and bring you into his chest for a hug.

You’d arrived late the night before and Harry had been out practicing with his bandmates so you didn’t get a chance to spend time with him.

But of course, now that your mom was out… you had a better idea than pancakes. You reached for the stove and turned off the burner before looking up at Harry who was looking down at you with an exaggerated look of shock.

“But you look even more yummy right now, Daddy.”

Harry cocked his head and tried to hide the cheeky smile on his face, “I should finish making these first, Y/n.”

You shook your head and pressed your lips onto his neck, “Before she comes back. Please.”

Harry groaned and placed the spatula down before putting his hands on your hips, “She’s gonna be back very soon. We can’t–“

“It’s my birthday. Please. I need you bad.”

Harry sighed and shook his head as he licked his lips and walked you toward the kitchen table and spun you around. You planted your palms onto the wood and turned to look at him over your shoulder before he pulled your shorts down to your thighs and swatted your bottom four times, two spanks per side, then groping your flesh and licking up through your folds to your ass.

He placed one palm on the small of your back and pushed you down further into the table and wasted no time in getting you slick and on edge. He knew your body like the back of his hand at that point so getting you drippy and open for him in record time was no problem.

But the truth was that Harry was hoping for this exact thing. He wanted you to wake up and beg him for something before your mom got home. Though, you woke up a bit later than he hoped so he knew time was of the essence.

“Dirty birthday girl thinks she needs cock first thing. Hmm? S’that what you want? Would rather have cock than pancakes?” He teased when you felt his hard prick suddenly slipping up and down your labia.

You braced for him to slam into you, “Yes, Daddy. Need your cock more than I need food. I need you.”

Harry grinned as he kissed the back of your neck, leaning over your body as he held his cock at your entrance, “Good. I needed you too, baby. And since it’s your birthday…” He spoke lowly as he pressed himself past your sodden entrance with a groan.

A few thrusts in and out, slowly, deeper on each plunge were all it took for him to bottom out. You took him so well. He kept kissing the back of your neck and your shoulder until he’d coated himself in you and the sound in the kitchen of your pussy being fucked into was dirty.

When he stood up and grasped your hips tight you heard him whimper. The view of what he was doing to your pussy, the way he stretched you, and how your lips gripped him every time he drew himself out to the tip was his favorite, “Fucking so pretty and perfect for me. Hold on. Gotta make this fast.”

When he said hold on you gripped the edge of the table and squeezed your eyes closed. Harry released one of your hips and wound your hair into his grip before he began hammering into you so fast and deep you yelped on each thrust, each punch of his tip into your guts. It hurt to be smushed into the table and fucked so deep, but there was one thing that you’d learned to deal with during your affair with Harry, and that was to expect it to be hard and deliciously painful.

The table was banging about and rattling, and the plate and fork next to your head were clanking against the wood as Harry rocked his hips into yours. Harry’s favorite sound was how wet you were for him and the way your pussy’s cream sounded getting fucked but he could barely hear it over your pathetic yelps and mewls and the sound of the table clattering from the force of his plunges.

Harry gasped when he felt his balls tighten against his body, in preparation for his orgasm. Your cunt felt too good. So warm and sweet around his thick cock. He slowed down slightly and bent to remove his hand from your hip, still holding your hair in his grip, and placed his free hand around your body to rub your clit. He was way too close to coming, but that wasn’t a surprise since he’d been without you for a couple of weeks. He was always like this when he was deprived of you for longer than a few days.

“Need you to come before I lose it, baby. Feel so fucking good…” he moaned and dipped into your cunt deep. With his slower pace, you both could hear that decadent wet sloppiness coming from your bodies.

“Gonna come for you, Daddy… Oh my god…” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt his fingers punishing your clit with heavy friction just like you liked.

The moment Harry felt your cunt squeeze and your thighs shake he immediately pushed himself balls deep and pumped into you, letting your pussy spasm and clench around him, milking him perfectly.

You both moaned as you made a mess between your bodies and the fork fell onto the floor just to emphasize the moment.

When you heard a car door close Harry let go of your hair and turned your face to kiss you quickly before he pulled out and slid your shorts back up your thighs and then tucked himself back into his pants.

Your mom stepped into the kitchen just as you were bending down to pick up the fork as you clenched to hold in all the come Harry had filled you with.

“Happy birthday, my dear!” Your mom sang out as she put the bag on the table in the very spot Harry had just fucked you.

She drew you in for a hug as Harry got back to finishing the pancakes, his chest still rising and falling heavily but with his back turned he hoped your mom wouldn't notice.

Holding you out in her arms your mom looked at you in confusion, “Are you okay? You’re all flushed and sweaty.”

You laughed and nodded, “Oh, I’m fine. Yeah, I was feeling warm. Just gonna jump in the shower real quick before birthday pancakes!” You grinned and tried to brush off the state you were in.

Your mom smiled and turned to pick up the bag, “I’ll be right back. I’ve got something in here I don’t want you to see until everyone arrives later.” She left you and Harry in the kitchen as she headed down into the basement.

Before you could even get to the stairs Harry was pulling you back into his arms with a big grin, “Happy birthday, sweet girl. It’s gonna be a really good day.”

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[hard-core-super-star]

could you write kate missing reader's birthday party ?? pls and thank u

-💜

i bet it stung [K.Bishop]

pairing: kate bishop x reader

summary: kate tries her best to be there for everyone but sometimes, she messes up.

warnings: angst with happy ending; mutual pining, friends to lovers; kate's a mess but she's trying her best; allusions to sex + mentions of hickeys; NOT proofread

wordcount: 1.7k

a/n: HEY GUYS! i've been spending most of my time working on polishing vampire!kate and trying to figure out an upload schedule for new chapters BUT i suddenly got hit with inspiration to tackle this request and now it's here. i actually really liked how this turned out, sorry to the anon who requested this because it took me a RIDICULOUS amount of time to write it 😅 as always, thanks for the love, support, and patience. hope you enjoy <3

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You didn't want to think the worst of your best friend.

You wanted to be kind and patient and understanding and not give her the silent treatment like she deserved. But what else were you supposed to do after she broke yet another promise to you?

Maybe it was stupid, maybe you were being overdramatic, or maybe you had a damn good reason for feeling so disappointed.

It wasn't the biggest deal in the world, you knew that, but that didn't stop you from wanting to shut down and hide in your room. You couldn't do that, though, since you were still in the middle of your living room, celebrating your birthday.

Well, celebrating is putting it nicely.

It's more like you're sitting on your couch, surrounded by people who know and love you, and trying to act like your heart isn't sinking down into your stomach and making it churn with something akin to anxiety. What's bothering you isn't anxiety, though.

It's the fact that Kate looked you right in the eye and promised she would be there before the end of the night. Your birthday wasn't exactly the best day for the archer to go off on a complicated mission but it wasn't like she had a choice.

At least, that's what she had said before running out the door with that breathtaking smile on her face.

You had believed her at that moment but then night came and Yelena showed up at your apartment with a bottle of unlabeled vodka in her hand and no awkward archer at her side. It would have been fine if the blonde hadn't mentioned she had no idea where Kate was even though she had told you Yelena had assigned the mission to her.

You didn't want to make a scene, though, you were supposed to be enjoying your day and getting slightly too drunk with your friends while eating ridiculously expensive cake.

Your change in mood didn't go unnoticed by the Russian or the rest of your friends.

"She'll be here," Peter says, offering you a small smile. "She's just a little late."

"Yeah!" Kamala joins in, giving your knee a reassuring squeeze. "When has Kate not been late to something, right?"

Yelena opens her mouth to answer but the glare you send her way makes her rethink her words. "She is…awful at time management."

You snort, lifting up your cup. "Cheers to that."

Your friends join in and you down the rest of your drink, thankful that the bitter taste of the alcohol distracts you from your bitter feelings.

The rest of the night looks the same with drinking and crappy jokes and far too many slices of cake. Your friends leave a few hours later and it's not until you turn the music off and silence engulfs you that you remember your disappointment.

More than that, it suddenly dawns on you that you're alone.

That Kate still isn't back.

It hurts more than it should.

You know she didn't lie but she still chose not to tell you she wouldn't make it. She promised she'd show up and she didn't.

You're in the middle of cleaning up the kitchen, doing your best to hold back your tears because you are not going to cry on your birthday, when you hear the sound of the front door opening.

It takes a lot of self-restraint to stay instead of running away like you want to. You already know you'll end up forgiving her for missing your party, no matter how stupid the reasoning she gives you is.

"y/n."

The simple sound of her voice is almost enough to get you to break. You're determined not to break down this time, though, and certainly not in front of her.

You take a deep breath before turning around to face her. Your eyes instantly fall on the badly wrapped present and the almost crumpled bouquet of flowers in her hands. Any other day, you would have found it cute.

It's hard to break your habit despite how upset you are and you find yourself scanning her for any clear or severe injuries.

It doesn't take you long to notice the marks on her neck. You assume they're bruises, that her messy hair and disheveled appearance are part of whatever trouble she ended up getting herself in tonight.

But then you look closer.

And suddenly the room feels far too small, the air too thick to let you breathe.

Kate instantly takes notice of what's stolen your attention, placing the flowers down before her free hand comes up to nervously rub at her neck. You're not a genius but you know all her tells by heart.

"You didn't," you say, your voice barely above a whisper but brimming with danger.\

"It's not- I didn't-" She cuts herself off with a sigh.

You know exactly what that means. She doesn't even have an excuse. No stupid explanation to make you feel better. If anything, that makes her guiltier.

Of what? You're not too sure. You just know your best friend was out getting laid when she was supposed to be here with you.

Your unspoken feelings for her only make her betrayal worse.

"You're fucking unbelievable, Kate."

You see a flash of hurt stain her usually bright eyes but you don't care. You can't. Because all of you've done since you met her is care and it's gotten you nothing but heartache.

"y/n."

The soft tone she uses tugs at your heartstrings and yet you force yourself to keep going. To walk away and put enough space between the two of you so you don't have to keep staring the truth right in the face.

Kate doesn't love you. Not the way you want her to. And even though you love her, you can't keep letting yourself get hurt like this.

Not anymore.

So, you walk away.

Unfortunately, you still live together which makes your plan to ignore her for at least a few days practically impossible. Maybe it's immature but the only thing you can do is stay in your room and avoid interacting with her as much as possible.

Avoiding her does little to soothe your hurt feelings, though, and hearing her pace outside your locked door like a scolded puppy makes things even harder. All you can do is remind yourself you already know what her excuses will be anyway so what's the point of letting her in just to be hurt again?

It's a good plan but it doesn't take into account how…persistent Kate can be.

You assume she'll end up doing something to catch your attention but you never once think she'll climb the fire escape and knock on your window.

That's exactly what she does, though, which leaves you pretty much unable to ignore her.

You think about it for a second but then your eyes meet hers and you get up before you can stop yourself.

It's stupid, you know that, but that knowledge doesn't stop you from opening your window. You don't let her in even though it's ridiculous to make her stay outside.

"Do you need something?" You ask.

"Yeah, to talk to you," she replies, her eyes nervously searching your face. "I need to apologize."

"You don't have to, you-"

"Yes, I do and you have to let me in." She seems just as surprised as you are by her words.

You momentarily think about shutting her out and yet somehow, for whatever stupid reason, you don't. You take a step back and allow her to climb in through your window like all those times before. At least this time she's not bleeding.

An awkward silence settles over both of you as she stands in the middle of your room. You regret not cleaning up a little before making your way to the window since now she's subjected to all your haphazardly thrown tissues and incredibly messy bed.

"What now?" You question, already fidgeting with your fingers while you wait for her to talk.

"Now…I tell you how sorry I am and how big of an idiot I am."

"Kate, we've been friends for years, I already know you're an idiot," you say with an eyeroll that holds way too much affection.

"True," she says with a chuckle. "No, I um…I really messed up but not in the way you think. I did miss your party but I…I didn't hook up with anyone. Not really, I-"

"You really don't have to explain this to me." You rush out, not at all wanting to hear those kinds of details from her.

"Yes, I do." She takes a step toward you and it takes all your restraint to not step away from her. "I don't want you to think I went out and slept with someone else on your birthday-"

"Kate," you try again. "You're an adult, you can do whatever you want."

"I want to do that with you!"

There's an edge of desperation to her voice that makes you pause. More than anything, her words confuse you.

"What are you talking about?"

A groan escapes her lips and before you know it, she's getting rid of the space between you and gently taking your face in her hands. She tilts your head until you're looking right at her and your breath gets caught in your throat from the proximity.

"I. Want. To. Be. With. You." Kate whispers every word into the small space between your lips. "I did get caught up on a stupid mission but I didn't sleep with anyone else. I just had to get creative and I took a page out of Natasha's book. I didn't think I'd end up with a massive hickey, though."

It's absolutely ridiculous.

It honestly borders on stupid.

So much so that you laugh.

You laugh until the weight you've been carrying for who knows how long falls off your shoulders.

Until finally, finally, you're able to lean in and kiss the girl of your dreams.

Kate may be an idiot who always gets herself in the worst kinds of troubles but…she's your idiot.

Finally.

[pressureplus]

Hihii! Hope your all doing well

Could you please do human Sebastian Headcannons where it’s his or our birthday and writhed we get him something or we get him something?? My birthday was yesterday n I think this’ll be cute <3

Remember to take breaks <3

-💫

Hi! We're doing good, thank you for asking ❤️ (We get our breaks by taking turns making stuff, so don't worry too much about that)

It's a day late, but happy birthday, Anon! I hope it was a good one!

Birthday Wishes

Pairings: Sebastian Solace x GN!Reader

Au: Classic

Warnings: N/A

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Everything has to be perfect. As perfect as it can possibly be from a place like this.

He's made sure to send Y/N out on a supply run he's hoping is going to take quite a while, needing some extra time to prepare for something he's making out to be a big event.

As much as he hates sending his dumb little diver anywhere without either going with them or watching them, he's taken a great deal of caution in getting them supplied and assuring the halls were not active today... Sebastian has well enough ferryman tokens in stock to bribe and barter with should anything happen, worse case scenario.

Shaking his head, he attempts to get rid of those paranoid tendencies so he can finish hanging up the streamers. The bastard fish had been awfully mean to Y/N this morning trying to throw them off so they wouldn't catch any hints for the surprises he's planned. The experiment still is not the best with putting that guard down that's been built up so he can live down here, but he's been trying. Y/N has made him really want to try.

Part of him is still nervous about this, scared that once they get this gift and use it that they'll figure out that they don't want him. He's scared that they'll settle on the thought that they only wanted his company out of desperation, lingering on the idea a bit too long and decide to go find someone else. The anxiety has left his hands shaking a good portion of the morning.

But he has to trust them. They've earned that a few hundred times over for being patient with him for so long.

Sebastian has been preparing for this day for years, and in truth this was for himself at first. This was supposed to be for him. He worked for it, scavenged for it, fought, killed, and lived for it. He's been running this shop for so long it's all he knows anymore and it was always for this.

It wasn't until Y/N came along it stopped being for him and started being for the both of them.

There's even a cake, and though he's still a bit concerned they're not going to like his less than stellar icing designs, he knows it's your favorite flavor so he's sure you won't hate it.

When he decides he's made it up nice enough and that he's brave enough to greet you, he makes his way back to his shop and sits waiting, trying not to mull over his choices, hoping that it will go well.

It doesn't take long, maybe another half hour at most, for his favorite person to stroll back in.

"Sebby! I'm home!" Y/N greets him first, going to set the small crate of goods down near the doorway.

"Took you long enough. Hard run?" He teases, reaching one of those big clawed hands down to ruffle their hair. Smile a little wider and eyes a little brighter, he can't deny he's excited.

"No! It was actually super easy! I didn't find even an ounce of data, though..." Seeming disappointed, they almost go to sulk before he catches them.

"No, no, I have made well enough for the week." He reaches under the desk and pulls out a messily wrapped box.

"Plus, it's your birthday, isn't it?" Sebastian grins.

It takes Y/N a long beat of silence to perk up, eyes sparkling under the outdated LEDs.

"It is! You remembered my birthday?" They snatch the present up and instinctually shake it.

"Ah, don't get too happy about it, I saw it on the calendar." The fishy man tries to play it off for longer, really dragging it out.

"I'd say happy birthday, but could it really be happy in the Blacksite?" He pokes, the snide jab not seeming to bring Y/N down at all.

"It is with you!" They give him a beaming grin and start to open their box.

Nearly choking, Sebastian feels his face heat up a bit and his heart stops in his chest. How is he not supposed to treasure his Y/N? How could anyone think they were anything less than amazing?

"Well, it is a special day nonetheless. You only get this old once." He adjusts his comment to match their mood, still reminding himself to soften up for them.

He's decorated it in their favorite colors, colorful streamers matching all the little things that's going to make it feel like a home.

"You got me a plushy?! Where'd you find one!?" Y/N tugs the stuffed toy out of the box and squeezes it, very clearly resembling their favorite mythical creature.

"Would you believe it was luck?" He chuckles, lying to them point blank. He'd made it by hand, but doesn't want the tears or teasing from you that would come with admitting that.

"Thank you so much, Sebastian! You're the best!" Y/N only continues to shine in the dimly lit shop.

"I've got something else for you. It's in the back." He places a hand on their waist to usher the former prisoner along towards the grand finale.

"Is it really gonna beat the plushie?" They joke and he snickers.

"I'd certainly hope so, it's your party." He uses another of his massive hands to cover your eyes and lead you out past the room, guiding your step up on a completely unfamiliar stair.

"Woah, is this a new room?" Y/N looks confused.

"Yep. It's your room now. We're still going to be sharing, but it's brand new." He hesitates for another few seconds.

Closing his own eyes, he tries to stay calm. Ripping that metaphorical bandaid off, his hands come away from them to let Y/N look around.

And Y/N finds themself in a submarine.

"You... Your deal went through. . ." They look around at the painstaking way he's furnished and decorated it.

"Yep. I got us a way out." He closes the door behind him and Y/N whips around to look at him.

"We're leaving!? WE'RE LEAVING TODAY?!" They look shaken, but more excited than he thinks he's ever seen before in his life.

The fear melts away watching the way they go and cheer, tossing their new plush onto the bed at the back of the vessel and laughing, already chattering about showing him the places they wanna go. If nothing he does ever goes right again his whole life, he's done good doing this.

Sebastian pulls another mischievous look and holds out the keys, barely catching their severely divided attention with the shiny new keyring.

"Happy Birthday, Y/N."

[tenjikyu]

So! My birthday's coming up here soon, and as you know, I am very obsessed with tokyo revengers. Therefore, here is my first request to you :)

How about headcanons on how mitsuya, sanzu, angry, smiley, and mikey would celebrate reader's birthday? preferably romantic but platonic is okay too. If you don't want to write all of them, you can choose a few to get rid of. These guys are my favorites so I couldn't not include them ♡

Sorry if there's not a lot of info to go off of!

— 🎭

𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴!

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ multiple x gn!reader, excessive fluff and humour, we love the toykorev boys they’re adorable, i hope you like ghibli because it’s referenced in angry’s.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ happy birthday !! it took me a hot minute bc i needed to re-remember the tokyo rev characters and their personalities but i’m back on track now people. i was worried about getting this out late so i ended up removing smiley from the request but i did my best for everyone else(i’m very sorry 😭). I REALLY HOPE YOU GET THIS BEFORE YOUR BIRTHDAY AND IF NOT, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY 🎭 ANON

takashi mitsuya.

༄ takashi could NEVER EVER let your birthday JUST be your birthday, he always does something extra special for you on your special day.

༄ it starts off with a special birthday morning call, an online kiss and a promise to take you out at 10:00.

༄ mitsuya lets you enjoy a nice breakfast with your family if you wish to, and comes to pick you up after you’ve gotten ready for the day ahead!

༄ pulling up on his motorcycle, he gives you your special helmet (that he chose in your favourite colour), and takes you for a morning bike ride around the city.

༄ he eventually leads you to a serenic park with good shade and sun leaking through the trees.

༄ no matter if your birthday takes place in a warm or cold season, mitsuya makes the best of a picnic in the park! he brings beverages and home baked goods that his sisters helped make just for you!

༄ mitsuya is the type to make something personal and thoughtful, so i believe a birthday gift from him would include a heartfelt letter, special chocolates, and a crochet stuffed animal with a bow on it! he prides himself in his efforts, seeing the huge smile on your face as you open your special gift.

༄ he takes you back to his home, in which you’re overrun by his younger sisters who were elated to see you. you’re their favourite person (besides their big brother), so it was hard to wrangle them off of you.

༄ mitsuya makes you your favourite dish as a birthday dinner, where all four of you sit down and ramble on about your day, as well as anything that comes to the two girls minds.

༄ as the end of your birthday approaches, luna and mana have to be pried off your leg with whines begging you to stay the night. once you’re out the door however, mitsuya tells you he wants to walk you home.

༄ once he drops you home, he kisses you goodnight and makes sure you’re in doors before he walks off, silently fisting the air in success on your special day.

manjiro sano.

༄ i don’t think mikey would forget your birthday, but i can totally see him leaving plans to the last minute. he’s not a very organised soul after all.

༄ at the ripe time of 7:00 in the morning, you’re promptly awoken by a knock on your window. to your surprise, manjiro was wide awake (which is a rarity) and informs you that you will not be attending school today, but instead going on a “birthday adventure” with your “beloved boyfriend”.

༄ thankfully your family was planning to give you the day off regardless, so you rush to get ready (in your tired state as it is), and head out to meet up with your blonde boyfriend.

༄ as you walk out the door, you’re incased in a bear hug by mikey, as he excitedly shows off the silly little flowers he (didn’t) pay for. they were your favourite flowers, and they didn’t seem cheap, however you decided against bringing it up and enjoyed the fresh scent in the early breeze.

༄ much like mitsuya, mikey takes you for a drive, however this is because he’s taking you to an all-you-can-eat-buffet! manjiro tells you it’s because they have good breakfast & lunch choices, however you know it’s an excuse to stuff his mouth.

༄ regardless, the both of you enjoyed a nice breakfast together, before manjiro takes you onto the next phase of the birthday date.

༄ you’re surprised when he pulls up to the local aquarium, with two premium tickets in hand. by premium, you mean you get an exclusive front row seat for any show you wish to see, as well as close access to certain life living there.

༄ walking around the aquarium, manjiro sneaks cute pictures of you looking into the glass and admiring the life around you, from the illuminated jellyfish to the dolphins exhibit, your boyfriends eyes hardly left your face, making sure your smile lingered.

༄ after the end of the date, you head over to the little souvenir shop, where mikey buys you a plushie of your choice. of course, you attempt to deny but he won’t let you.

༄ by the end of your date, manjiro drops by his home so you can see his sister. elated, emma jumps into your arms and welcomes you in, where she makes everyone a special dinner for you all.

༄ on the drive back to your home, manjiro silently thanks whatever being graced his life with your presence, even when your fast asleep on his shoulder with drill beginning to dribble.

angry.

༄ a gentle soul like angry has everything planned out. he has his brother give him his honest (and brutal) opinions on how to make this the PERFECT date.

༄ your day starts off usually, your family celebrates your birthday and gives your your presents and a good breakfast, you get ready for school and you get a sweet good morning call from your beloved boyfriend.

༄ as you leave your house, you see angry parked outside your home, and he tells you that he’s gonna be your personal taxi driver to school today!

༄ like a true gentleman, he wraps your arms around his torso and gives you a helmet to protect yourself, he waves your family goodbye and sets off to your school.

༄ as the school day passes you by, you get another message from the man of the hour, letting you know he’s gonna take you out for the remainder of the day.

༄ you wave your friends goodbye, and meet up with your boyfriend, who greets you with his signature frown.

༄ as you ride around, you soon find yourself in what seems to be a ghibli café. you smile in excitement, rushing in to see what it looked like inside.

༄ a massive totoro plushie greets you, and you see all the ethereal artwork studio ghibli offers hung across the walls.

༄ you sit down with your boyfriend, and order some themed food based on your favourite movies. you see howls moving castle themed furniture, a no-face holographic hovering around, the production of ponyo explained on a little TV, as well as a little kiki on her broom flying around the café.

you get heaps of photos, however you boyfriend only admires the look of admiration on your face, knowing how hard it is to reserve a seat in this café.

after you enjoyed your meal, he takes you home once again on his bike, driving safely (for once) and drops you home, but not before gifting you a keychain of no-face you were admiring from the souvenir shop.

༄ your smile increasing in size, you clip it to your bag, before ksiing angrys cheek goodnight and running in doors.

haruchiyo sanzu.

༄ sanzu is a “actions speak lourdes then words” kinda dude, so he takes you out on a date to the museum!

༄ he wakes you up via ringing the doorbell, and being invited in by your mother (who dearly loves your boyfriend).

༄ sanzu shares a breakfast with your family, takes photos with you and then lets you go get dressed for your little date.

༄ as you enter into the museum, you see all sorts of preserved artworks and sculptures in your line of sight, filling your vision to the brim.

༄ regardless of this being your forté or not, the museum never fails as a good date spot.

༄ you go from room to room, carefully in taking all the information on the little plasters. from painting to painting, you find yourself immersed and drawn in, all the while your boyfriend held onto your hand.

༄ sanzu allowed you to go at your own pace, not caring much for it but knowing it was entertaining you, so it was enough for him.

༄ tugging him around like a dog, you find yourself in the museum for hours before you leave the premises. sanzu asks if you enjoyed yourself, and you giddily replied you loved it.

༄ you didn’t know it at the time, but he sniped a cute photo of you looking at a large painting and made it his personal background for his phone, admiring it as he took you to lunch.

༄ after lunch, sanzu informs you that he has business to attend to, but regrets it as soon as the dejected look crossed your face, hoping to spend the full day with him.

༄ without hesitation, sanzu lets you know it’s quick business that shouldn’t take an hour or so, and drops you off at a mall with your friends to enjoy yourself, and lets you know he’ll pick you up to drive you home.

༄ as the evening sets and you wave your friends goodbye, sanzu meets up with you. you rush into his arms, and he holds onto you dearly.

༄ he takes you in a late night drive as a way to make up for missing out on part of your day, however you reassure him that it’s nothing and allow him to ramble, something he rarely does.

༄ as he drops you home, you place a gentle kiss to his nose, and tell him you’ll see him later, leaving him slightly flustered.

༄ what have you done to him.

[measuredingold]

hi, angel <33 back with a request! also also no pressure at all ofc, if you’re not vibing with it just delete 🥰

just had a lil fluff idea, friends to lovers type beat. reader is on tour with the band, tagging along as a friend when she’s out late one night with the guys, gets a lil drunk/tipsy and ends up in the wrong bunk. (Noah’s.) he didn’t go out, he went to bed early. she doesn’t realize and she’s like “what are you doing in my bed?”

neither of them end up moving, and it doesn’t help that she’s a cuddly drunk. plus, he has a hard time saying no to you 🥺💗

anyway, do with that what you will 💖

just friends

authors note: thank you so much lovely anon for requesting this! i enjoyed writing this and kind of want to take it further, but i'm not sure? :) anyways, i hope this is what you were looking for and you enjoy it <3 reminder that my requests are open! also, happy birthday noah :)

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

cross-posted on ao3

word count: 2.6k

cw/tags: fluff (like tooth-rotting fluff imo), friends to lovers, confessions/admission of feelings, drinking/reader is drunk, 18+ minors do not interact

"Easy there, girl."

You giggled as Nicholas helped you onto the bus, his hands pressed against the small of your back to keep you in place. You didn't even mean to drink this, usually not one to do so, but after Folio had challenged you to see how many shots you could take in under a minute you had to prove to him that it definitely was more than two. Now here you were, giggling obnoxiously to yourself as Nicholas guided you onto the bus, feet tripping over one another.

"Nick," You hum, eyes squinting around the bus. "Is the room spinning?"

"It very much is not. You," A finger pressed to your forehead, and you barely registered that Nicholas was now in front of you, a smile tugging at his lips, "are very much drunk, though. Come on, let's get you to bed. Go change and I'll get you some water and Tylenol for that headache that should be kicking in... now."

You go to retort, but there was already a dull pain in the back of your head causing you to wince. Your headaches came a lot earlier when you drank, not waiting until the morning to hit. You give him a grateful smile when he hands you your bag you kept above one of the seats up front, knowing your drunk ass could not get that even if you tried your hardest, and you pulled out a change of clothes and made your way back to the very small, and very tight bathroom.

You change, clumsily, and shuffle your way back to the front of the bus where Nicholas was waiting for you. You take the Tylenol and bottle of water gratefully, swallowing down the medicine in one go. You take a few more sips of water, realizing just how thirsty you were before deciding you were good to go, twisting the cap back on a tossing it onto the couch.

“Good?” You nod, giving Nicholas a thumbs up in response. He smiles. “Alright. I’m gonna meet back up with guys, but Noah’s still here.”

Your brows furrow for a moment before you remember that Noah is still on the bus, opting out of going out with you and the crew after tonight’s show. You give Nicholas another nod as your response.

“If you need anything, just wake Noah up. He’ll get you whatever you need.” He leans forward now, tipping his head down to press his lips to your forehead, and you smile brightly up at him when he pulls away. “And if he doesn’t, hit ‘em upside the head and then call me.”

You laugh, “I’m sure I’ll be fine if I need anything. I’m drunk, not injured.”

He rolls his eyes at you before you gently shove him away, pushing him towards the door. You say your goodbyes and watch the door shut behind Nicholas, leaving you to stand alone in the front of the bus all by yourself. You stay put for a second, the dizziness coming back before a yawn rips from you, and you decide to finally shuffle your way towards the bunks.

All you needed was your favorite blanket and your bunk, and that duck squishmallow Noah had gotten you a few months ago. It’s quiet and you think Noah’s probably asleep already, and you yawn again as you finally reach your bunch, pulling the curtain back. You stare quizzically, though, at the man curled up in your bunk, and he stares right back, brows raised and just as confused.

"What the hell are you doing in my bunk?"

Noah blinks at you before pulling his airpods out, a brow raised. "What?"

"I said," You let go of the curtain to place a hand on your hip. "What the hell are you doing in my bunk, Davis?"

He stares at you for a beat before his lips slowly start curling into a smile.

"How drunk are you?" Noah squints at you.

"Why does that matter?" You argue, words slurring slightly. "I'm drunk and you're in my bunk. Two very obvious and true things. Now answer my question."

Noah snorts out a laugh. "You're right about one thing, you definitely are drunk. This is my bunk, though."

If you were sober, you would realize that yes, he was right. This was definitely not your bunk, yours was right below his, but for some reason in your drunk and hazy mind you were sure that this was your bunk. It looked just like it - just like the rest of the damn bunks on this bus - so it had to be true. You purse your lips, arms crossing over your chest.

“Very funny, Noah. Now get out, I’m tired and want to go to sleep.”

“I’m not moving.” He says more firmly, eyes narrowing at you. “This is my bunk, yours is over there.”

You turn as he points to the bunk across from his, the curtains drawn, and you squint. You look back at him, then back at the other bunk, and a voice in the back of your head is telling you that he was right. That was your bunk, not the one Noah was currently occupying. None of your stuff is there, your pillow isn’t even there, but for some reason the drunk – and very stubborn – part of you was firm on your stance.

Noah was in your bunk.

You turn back to him, arms still crossed over your chest, and you square your shoulders. “I’m just gonna climb up if you’re not moving, dude. So, either get out or we’re cuddle buddies for the rest of the night.”

The two of you stare at each other for a moment and you see the exact where Noah’s shoulders drop, realizing there’s no point in arguing with you because you are right (no, you’re not) and he sighs deeply, though you barely catch the slight curl of his lips.

“Whatever. Get in.”

You climb into the bunk beside Noah, slowly because you knew in your inebriated state that was a disaster waiting to happen, and the boy sighs to himself again, rolling onto his side and pressing his back against the wall to make room for you. You roll onto your side, back facing Noah, and press against him. It wasn't hard to do with how tight the space was, and you hummed to yourself when you finally got comfortable enough to relax, pulling the blanket up to your chin.

"Comfy?" You hear Noah murmur behind you.

You nod, "Very."

"Good."

You feel him shift behind you and if you had been sober, maybe the thought of being so close to him would have your skin blazing, but as your thoughts swirl, the only thing you can really think is how nice he feels pressed against you and how comfortable you are. His arm slings over your waist underneath the blanket and you swear he pulls you closer to him, if that was possible. A pleased sigh escapes him, the air fanning over the back of your neck. Now that has your body firing up, tiny goosebumps scattering across your skin. You melt against him.

"Why didn't you go out?" You ask through a yawn, eyes fluttering.

"Didn't want to."

"Why not? Everyone else did."

"Just wasn't in the mood," He mumbles behind you, his breath fanning against the back of your neck again. "Cold? You got goosebumps.”

You shake your head but feel Noah pull you closer anyways, sweatpant covered legs slipping in between yours. His limbs snake around yours and practically confines you, locking you against him. You're finding out that you like it way more than you probably should for a friend, but the drunken haze of your mind doesn't care too much about the technicalities of it all. 

"Did you miss me?" You ask after another beat of silence, and you feel Noah's body tense behind you.

“…Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Yeah, maybe."

You pause. "Is that why you're in my bunk right now? Because you missed me?"

Noah lets out a groan and you can't help but smirk, soft giggles escaping you. You feel his hand move down to your hip, pushing your shirt up slightly to pinch at your skin playfully and you squeal, squirming against him. You barely move because this six-three, giant man has you tight in his grasp, and you feel his chest move against your back with his laughter. 

"Oh my fucking god," He grumbles into your hair, but you hear the smile in his voice. "Go to sleep. Please."

"I'm trying." You whine out, eyes slipping shut at the feeling of his hand now spreading out against your tummy, rubbing soothing circles there. "My head hurts too much."

"Did you take anything?"

"Mhm." You hum. "Nicholas gave me some Tylenol and water before he met back up with the guys."

"You drink all the water?"

You shrug. “Maybe like half?”

"Good enough for me." You feel the brush of his lips against the back of your neck and your eyes spring open, freezing in his hold. "You just need to relax. It should start kicking in soon."

You don't say anything, hyper-focused on the way his lips felt against your skin and the way you liked it too much. Even in your inebriated state you knew what that meant, and maybe you always had, but was just too scared to even think of the possibility. You and Noah were just friends... who sometimes teetered the line between friends and something else. It went unspoken for as long as you could remember, and you're not sure why you never said anything. 

You don't know if it's the alcohol, or if you're finally sobering up, but your stomach turns at the thought. Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't he say anything? You feel dizzy again, and there's a voice in the back of your head trying to tell you to shut up and sleep but you've never been a good listener, even to yourself, and your lips move before you can think twice about it. 

"Noah." Your voice is hushed and the feel of his fingers rubbing circles against your bare hip as your head spinning more than it probably should be right now.

"Hm?" 

"You do realize friends don't do this, right?"

It takes him a moment to reply, "Do what?"

"This."

You feel more sober than you did five minutes prior. You're aware of everything - where you are, who you're with, who you're pressed against. Noah lets out a sigh and you feel him nose at your shoulder, a shiver running through your body at the feeling.

"You know we’ve never exactly been just friends."

You can't believe he had just said that as your eyes almost bulge right out of your head, and you try to turn in his arms so that you can face him.

"Noah-"

His grip only tightens on you, and you can't move, stuck where you are, and you hear him huff out a laugh before saying, "Nope. No way. We’re not having this talk right now when you’re drunk as shit, and we’re trapped in this glorified death box. Go to sleep.”

"But-"

"If you remember this in the morning, then ask me again." You feel his lips move against the back of your neck and you shiver again, squirming against him.

"I will." You finally whisper after two beats of silence, trying to settle back against his chest. "I'll ask you tomorrow."

He presses another kiss to the back of your neck and your entire body flushes, and you can hear the smile in his voice when he says, "Okay."

You both lay in silence and it's not long for sleep to find you, body finally relaxing after the long night.

…

You wake some hours later, groaning quietly as you lifted your head up from the pillow. You blink blearily around you before rubbing at your eyes, trying to rid them of sleep as last night’s shenanigans flooded your brain. With another groan you roll onto your back and stare up at the top of the bunk, picking a part your memories.

Going out with the guys, taking way too many shots with Folio, Nicholas having to walk you back to the bus, the Tylenol, Noah… Your mind pauses at the thought of the male, and you realize you’re in the bunk alone. You remember everything clearly, from arguing with him about how this was your bunk – it in fact very much was not – from climbing into said bunk and cuddling with him. You remember him saying that the two of you have never been just friends but refused to elaborate.

If you remember this in the morning, then ask me again.

The bus is quiet, the only sound you hear are Jolly’s snores coming from below you, and the soft sound of the bus’s engine running. You were most likely on your way to the next city. You’re sure Noah’s already up, probably in the front working away on his laptop, and you peel his blanket off your body and do your best to get down from his bunk.

You find him where you expected him, beanie on top his head and hoodie wrapped around his body, headphones on as he typed away at his laptop. You’d make a joke about him always working, but you’re only thinking of one thing right now.

You come stand in front of him and he notices you almost instantly, pushing his headphones off his head as he stares up at you.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.”

You blush, eyes dropping for a moment as your arms come to cross over your chest.

“What did you mean last night?” You blurt out.

Noah pauses but his eyes never leave you, and you watch as he slips his computer off his lap and into the seat next to him. He leans forward, elbows resting against his knees.

“Ask me again.”

“No, I’m not-“ You huff out a groan and brush your fingers through your hair, wincing a bit at the knots that caught between your hands. “I’m not playing that game, Noah. What did you mean we’ve never exactly been just friends?”

“It’s exactly what it sounds like.” He leans back against the couch now, arms crossing over his chest. “And you know I’m right.”

Your heart hammers against your chest and all you can do is nod at his words, cheeks flushing with color. He was right. You two have never been just friends, too close, too touchy to be labeled as platonic. You’d be lying if you said last night was the first time you shared a bed together. But now what? You got the answer you were looking for, but for some reason you can’t even look at Noah, but his eyes are burning into you, watching your every move.

“Okay…” You start, sucking in a breath as you finally moved your gaze back to Noah, eyes locking with his. “If we’re not just friends, then what does that make us?”

He smiles. “People who like each other more than friends but are too scared to admit it?”

Damn. He got that spot on. You blush again, trying to find the right words, but come up short. Your brain is still playing catch up, sleep still very much in your veins, and Noah notices. He leans forward again and gestures you to come closer and you do, his hands reaching out to grab your own.

“We have the next two days off. Let me take you out. Dinner or something. A movie. Whatever you want.”

“And then what?”

He shrugs. “And then we see where this goes. I’m willing to give it a try if you are.”

You can’t stop the smile that’s slipping onto your lips, your fingers curling around his as warmth spread throughout your chest.

“That sounds good to me.”

[sleepyhutcherson]

Heyy, can you make a Mike fic where reader has a lot of money and buys things for Mike and Abby and Mike always feels guilty about it? I love your job!!

-💋

get anything you want.

paring: mike schmidt x rich!gn!reader

summary: mike has never tolerated you paying for anything on dates, let alone even buy him anything, so when you show up to his front door insisting to take him and abby to the mall he’s a little reluctant, knowing you’re going to try and spoil him, something he really doesn’t want.

—or, in which: you take your boyfriend and his little sister shopping in attempt to spoil them.

word count: 2.0k

tags: established relationship, use of y/n, fluff, rich!reader (but it’s very briefly mentioned), abby being the sweetest, most adorable girl <3, reassurance — let me know if i’m missing something!

author’s note: hii guys, so i genuinely hate this so much and have so many drafts of this (i have so many versions of this request) because i struggled so much with it :| anyway, i swear i want to get to everyone’s request and i have the time so i hope i can manage! sorry for being really absent on here but i was dealing with some things but im hopefully back!! thank you anon for the request, and im sorry this is so late :( i hope you enjoy it nonetheless! xx

Mike didn’t like going to the mall—especially not on a Saturday. He dreaded the idea of going shopping with you but only because you always insisted on paying for his things. He couldn’t fathom why you would even want to do that for him. Mike was always careful with his money, he didn’t earn much at his shitty job but the money he did earn always went to the house bills, food, and Abby—the more important things. He was aware that you made really good money at your job but he never wanted you to use your money on him.

But of course, Mike had a hard time telling you no so when you suggest going to the mall all he can do is agree, especially once he sees the excitement in Abby’s eyes.

You hold onto Abby’s hand as she walks in between you and Mike, she was talking over all the loud chaos in the mall, and Mike couldn’t help but feel pleased with how happy his little sister seemed at this moment.

He hated how crowded the mall was, how kids were running around, some crying, some laughing obnoxiously loud—it was all just a little too much for Mike, but seeing that look in Abby’s big, brown eyes, he could tolerate it for a bit.

“So you only come for your birthdays?” You ask Abby, bringing Mike back to reality. He adored how good you were with her, it made his heart quicken. You were always so sweet towards Abby, going out of your way to play with her, ask her questions, and even participating in drawing lessons she insisted you needed.

Abby nods. “Yeah, and Mike lets me get ice cream and a toy!” She says with bright eyes. Her birthday was a couple of months ago and being back at the mall filled her with those memories she cherished with her older brother.

It was apparent how grateful she was for that yearly trip to the mall; she never complained about not coming more often. Mike had told her that the mall was a special place so why not come by on a special day? That made sense to the 10-year-old girl and she never argued to come more often.

“How about if you find something you really want, I’ll get it for you.” You suggest. Both siblings turn their attention to you in sync and you can’t help but smile at how alike they can be at times. You come to a halt, causing Mike and Abby to stop as well, you point out to the front of you, “look, Build-A-Bear is just over there, you can take a look inside and if you see something you want I’ll get it for you.”

You can feel Mike’s eyes on you as you speak to his little sister. “Really?!” Abby beamed, eyes so puppy-like they mirrored some you were all too familiar with.

“Of course. Get anything you want.” This excites Abby, you can tell by the way her eyes go wide along with her smile. Her reaction made you smile.

You meet Mike’s gaze now, noticing that stern, guilt-ridden look on his face that you’ve seen on him before—specifically whenever you try to pay for things. “Is that okay?” You ask him then.

His lips are in a thin line. He turns his attention to Abby then, “Abs, why don't you go get one of those bouncy balls from that quarter machine?” He reaches into his pocket, pulling out some extra change.

“Okay, thanks!” She takes the change, skipping over to where a few quarter machines are displayed; some with candy and others with little trinkets. She was still in sight—Mike made sure of that every time.

“You okay?” You ask your boyfriend, sensing you have upset him. You knew it was hard for him to accept any kind of help, especially when it came to you offering to buy anything for him or Abby. He wasn't angry, he just felt bad. He looked at you with those tired brown eyes that you were oh so struck by every time, didn’t matter how many times you’ve looked into them.

“Yeah,” he replies, taking a minute before continuing, not knowing exactly how to word what he wants to say. Maybe because he’s told you before so many times. “I just—I don’t want you wasting your money on us.” He says as gently as he can.

“Mike, it’s not a big deal.” You say. And you mean it. Mike and Abby had become two of the most important people in your lives and you wanted to help them however you could. “I know I should’ve asked you first, but I just wanted her to get her something.”

Mike admired this about you, how you were willing to buy something for Abby even though you didn't have to. But still, he felt shitty about it, it didn’t feel right. Even though you were the one who offered, he felt like he was taking advantage of your money.

You notice the guilt on Mike’s face and immediately move to cup his face, letting your hands rest against the sides of his face, feeling his stubble against your palm. He's a little surprised by this; you see the way his eyes widen a little at your touch and you giggle at how adorable his reaction was.

“Hey,” you say, your voice soothing to his ears. You look up at him, his eyes immediately softening upon seeing the small precious smile on your lips. “Look, I understand if you don't want to but I would love to buy you both something today. You rarely come to the mall so just please let me spoil you both just today?”

Mike’s hands are on your waist now, his thumb softly rubbing at your clothed skin. He knows how stubborn you are and knows that you won’t give up on this—plus, he doesn’t think he has the heart to tell Abby no after you already offered to buy her something. “Fine,” he agrees, but before you can get too excited: “but only Abby.”

He won’t let you pay anything for him. It’s not like anything in the mall ever really caught his eye anyway.

You smile, pecking his lips softly. “Thank you.” You were a little disappointed that he denied you from getting him something but you weren’t giving up that easy; you knew a place in the mall that Mike was an absolute sucker for, where there was a chance he would be tempted to stop at.

Abby returns with a bouncy ball in hand, thrilled with that until you remind her of Build-A-Bear. She yaps on about her collection of stuffed animals she has at home and how thrilled she was about adding another to it the short walk to the store.

Mike is quiet the entire time you and Abby are looking for a plushie for her to pick out—she was debating between a rabbit or an actual bear. You catch Mike looking at the prices with a certain look on his face, giving his arm a gentle squeeze, reassuring him that it was okay. And it really was.

He tried to focus on just how incredibly happy Abby looked right now which was the most important thing. It warmed his heart seeing her so happy, the way her eyes glistened under the lights, how wide they got whenever they landed on another toy. God, did it make Mike smile just seeing her like this. He decided to focus on that, not the guilt that was eating him.

“What did you name it?” Mike asks, holding Abby's hand as the three of you continue walking around the mall.

Abby was clutching onto the brown rabbit she picked out that was dressed in a purple onesie that you let her get. “Baby. Y/n gave me the idea! They said if you move the letters around in my name it spells out ‘Baby’.” She explained with her focus entirely on her new friend.

Mike had never noticed that, he smiled warmly at that, finding it rather sweet. “That’s nice,” he says, his eyes averting to you. He was holding your hand, this time he was in between the two of you. He wanted to hold your hand, he wanted to thank you for this, for everything you do.

For a while, the three of you walk through the mall leisurely. You make a few stops at some stores, making some purchases you had intended to make. Until you finally lead Mike down to where you were so sure he couldn’t resist.

“Should we go home now?” Mike asks, holding some of your shopping bags.

The food court was right by the exit. “You guys want ice cream?” You reply instead. Mike’s eyes light up at the suggestion, his eyebrows raising a little. God, he was so adorable!

“Yes!” Abby answers, with her rabbit—Baby, still being hugged by her.

“Do you want some?” You ask Mike with a menacing smirk on your face, knowing he wouldn’t let down some ice cream.

He bit the inside of his cheek, debating whether he should spend some of his money on ice cream. He didn’t mind getting some for you and Abby, the real guilt came whenever he got himself something. “Uh…”

“Come on, let's go get some.” You don’t even let him respond, you know him well enough. You drag the two Schmidts towards a small ice cream shop where there was luckily not a line, just a middle-aged woman with her teenage daughter.

You stand behind them, looking up at the menu with the flavours displayed. “What are you getting Abs?” You ask, looking down at her.

“Birthday cake,” she replies. It was her go-to order.

“Me too,” you decide, not having an appetite for the other flavours. “What about you, Mike?” You start taking out your wallet, Mike is distracted as he tries deciding on what to get from the menu.

“Maybe…a peanut butter shake.” He says slowly, still eyeing the other options. “Yeah, I think I’ll just get that.”

You don’t say anything as you’re just about next in line. You order everyone’s orders politely, earning a smile from the girl who is taking your order. She tells you your total and you see Mike reach for his wallet but you win him, handing the girl the cash. “Your order will be out in a moment.” She smiles and you thank her, moving to a side to wait with Abby and Mike.

“I should’ve known you would do that,” Mike mumbled, standing with his arms crossed over his chest. You knew he was trying to come off as angry but you couldn’t help but think how hot his arms looked.

“Oh, come on, Mike,” you whine a little, inching closer to him. He can’t stay mad at you for too long, he never has been able to. He wraps his arms around your waist, trying his best not to smile. Of course, he was filled with how you looked up at him with such adoration. “Can’t I buy my boyfriend a shake?” You say with a teasing tone.

“No,” he replies, looking down at you. “I can pay for my things too, you know?”

“I know,” you did know. You just wanted to treat him sometimes. He deserved him. If you could—if he allowed you to—you would spoil him to the fullest. “But I don’t mind paying for things, especially for things you and Abby need. I really don’t.”

God, he didn’t deserve you. He thought that—he wondered at times how he got so lucky with you. He doesn’t argue it any longer, only because he doesn’t want to right now, not saying that he will just continue letting you pay for things like this but he just doesn’t want to continue with this. He just wants to show you and tell you how much he appreciates you. How much he loves you.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you. He leans down to whisper in your ear, “thank you.” such a simple thing, but the genuineness in his voice and the small kiss he plants just below your ear afterwards makes you cherish it.

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Just Take It | Jeon Jungkook | Bonus Drabble 5

Summary: Jungkook has treated you like a princess all day for your birthday and it's all lead up to this very special moment (a little glimpse into their future 🤭) Pairing: Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap) Word Count: 1.5k~ Warning: Honestly no warnings I think. Just some cute fluff and some suggestive language. Nothing crazy (written very quickly but I hope you guys still like it!) Requested by: 🧜‍♀️ anon 💜 (Happy Late Birthday my love) & another anon from a while back 💜 (sorry I didn't get it out till now 🥺) Start from the beginning

"Can I open my eyes now?" I ask, humoring him in this silly game that he's made of my birthday today. 

"Not yet, just a little closer" he say, guiding me by my hips and I soon feel the ground change from some sort of pavement to that of a stonework pathway. "Careful" he warns as I stumble when my foot gets caught on a rock. "I wouldn't have to be careful if I didn't have to keep my eyes closed" I grumble and he laughs before bringing me to a halt.

I feel him walk around me until he's standing right in front of me and tilts my head up towards him. "You and I both know you would've tripped on that rock anyways" he whispers against my lips causing me to shudder. The intensity of his words and actions mixed with the cool crisp air in this open area giving me goosebumps. 

He places a chased kiss on my pouted lips that try to respond to his but he's pulling back before I can even try to deepen it. "Okay, you can open them" he say, now standing behind me and I once I open my eye my breath is instantly taken away. 

"Jungkook" I whisper, a recreation of a beautiful white gazebo covered in twinkling lights and vines full of white roses accompanied by a table for two is the scene I'm met with. The warm glow scatters across the pathway as he ushers me closer. I turn around to face him once we've taken a closer look and I can see how nervous he looks after having revealed his hard work he had put together for the night. 

"You remembered" I say, blinking back the tears that I feel are no doubt making my eyes gloss over. "Did I do a good job?" he asks while he rubs the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his that always makes this strong confident man turn into a shy teenage boy, melting my heart and making me fall in love with him all over again. 

"It's perfect!" I say, going on my tippy toes and kissing him, hints of how I'll show my appreciation to him when we're alone again lightly laced through it. 

"It's almost as if we're in the actual movie!" I say, walking inside of the gazebo and admiring how much attention to detail he's put into this. "No wonder we've been watching A Cinderella Story so often" I say, now connecting the dots and finally figuring out why he had been so sneaky recently. 

"What? Can't a man just simply like a movie?" he playfully scoffs, walking closer to me and wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me close. "Thank you" I say and he hums in response. "Happy Birthday Darling" he replies, leaning down and rubbing his nose against mine. 

He pulls back and waves someone forward that had been hiding in the shadows and when I turn around I realize he's somehow managed to get a stringed quartette for the night. "Jungkook this is too much" I say, knowing that stuff like this definetly isn't cheap. 

"Don't worry, I only booked them for half an hour" he says making me laugh at his ways of trying to explain away how much he's spent on me the entire day as he's bought me almost everything I've so much glanced at, even when I asked him not to. 

I turn around and take a couple steps closer to the table and see the candles just waiting to be lit accompanied by my drink of choice on ice. 

"You-" I start off, turning around to face him but notice he's holding a white gift box wrapped with a white satin bow. "Jungkook" I scold, remembering how I told him to stop buying things for me already. "This is the last thing I promise" he says and I give him a warning glance before tugging on the ribbon and opening the lid and what I see inside really makes me want to cry this time. 

"I don't deserve all this" I say, tears welling up in my eyes and he panics and places the box on the table. "Please don't cry. I didn't mean to make you cry" he says, pulling me closer and placing a kiss on the crown of my head. 

"You've been treating me like a princess this whole day and then you not only do that but then plan all of this as well? Even down to the smallest details" I say, pulling away from him and reaching back into the box to pull out the beautifully, intricately designed pure white masquerade mask. 

"Well I did want to give you your own Cinderella Story for your birthday since I know it's your comfort movie. You do deserve this darling, and so much more" he say, wiping a stray tear off my cheek. "You even had us get breakfast at a diner this morning too" I chuckle and he does so right along with me. 

"What's wrong with that? Sam worked at a dinner in the movie right?" he asks and I nod my head in confirmation. "I should've known something was up when I saw roller skates" I say, joining along in his laughter. 

"You're just lucky I didn't try to get Hillary Duff over here to take your order" he teases poking me in the side which gains him a wack in the arm that he so dramatically responds to by faking a wince. "I would've preferred Jennifer Coolidge. She was so mean to Sam in that movie I would've loved to see her slip and fall in roller skates again" I wink and he continues laughing at my devious words. 

"You know she's like 60 years old now right? She could fall and break her hip" he says and I wave him off. "She's 62, she's not that old. If you're talking like that about her then you better start counting your years grandpa" I say patting him twice on the same bicep I hit earlier. 

"You're a little trouble maker you know you" he says, and tries to corner me. "Yes, yes I do. Don't get ahead of yourself though Daddy, we have company" I say, nodding towards the four who have been giving us a backing track to our nonsensical interaction. 

"Careful Bunny, you shouldn't be throwing words like that out in the open. I'm not opposed to bending you over that little table" he threatens and I visibly gulp, having forgotten exactly who I'm dealing with. "You know" I squeak out before clearing my throat, "You know you still haven't asked me to dance" I say and he smirks and steps back, giving me some breathing room and grabs the mask. 

"May I" he asks, holding it up so he can put it on me and I respond by turning my back to him so he can tie it. Once he's done his hands trail down my body and rest on my waist while he leans in and places some feather light kisses along my neck.

"Jungkook" I breathe out, trying but failing at adding a sterner tone to it. "Yes darling?" he asks, running his nose along the column of my neck. "A dance, just a dance" I say regrettably, lost in the feeling of him touching me like this but too embarrassed to let any of this go any further. 

He sighs against my skin before placing one more kiss this time under my ear and then twirling me around before dipping me into a low heated kiss. 

He stands back up and steadies me on my feet, still feeling a little woozy from the unexpected motion. He laughs and keeps a hold of my waist so I don't stumble before pulling me close and into that dance that I had mentioned. 

"You still didn't ask me" I grumble and he chuckles before pulling away, doing exactly as Austin Ames had done with his princely bow. "May I have this dance?" he questions and I wait a moment as if contemplating it and when he cocks his brow at me I immediately take his hand and he whisks me off my feet and twirls us about the small space. 

"Jungkook put me down!" I giggle and he slow his turns to a stop and places me back on my feet. "Are you trying to make me sick or something?" I ask in reference to all of the dipping and twirling and his casual efforts that just continue to take my breath away. 

"Not unless it's lovesick" he chuckles, placing a kiss on my forever pouted lips and walking over to pull out my chair. 

We continue the night with a candle lit dinner and his continued efforts to make me laugh and it's at that moment that I truly, with my entire heart hope that we will spend the rest of our lives together... 

And maybe in the next one too if he's lucky. 

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RIDDLES B-DAY!! Any thoughts for the birthday boy?? I hope his card comes home to you!

- Riddle loving anon

RIDDLE LOVING ANON!!!!! AAAAA RIDDLE BIRTHDAY!!!!!! >0< a momentous occasion!!! He came home to me in just 13 pulls! :D I hope he came home very quickly for you as well!!

As for thoughts,,,, so many birthday boy thoughts!! Where do I even begin??? orz

✧ baby-making with Riddle,,, something something the two of you have been trying for a child for what feels like forever. orz Riddle's doing everything by the book. He's tried every fertility enhancer there is, both magical and natural. He's tried positions (so basically mating press over and over >:D) that are best recommended for conception. He's dutifully and diligently kept track of your ovulation cycle and is never a moment late when that fertile window finally opens. Just,,,,, Riddle railing the soul out of you because he's just a touch frustrated nothing seems to be working. >_< it will be a relief and a huge happiness for both of you when the test finally, after so many attempts (nonstop breeding), shows positive.

✧ or or!!!! A concept in which you've kidnapped him. Hehe maybe a reverse yan situation where, rather than Dr. Rosehearts becoming obsessed with you, you become obsessed with him after he's treated you. Maybe you were sick or needed to stay in hospital for a few days (or perhaps he delivered your baby if you're pregnant and this is obstetrician Riddle), but he was the doctor who tended to you. You're just so in love with him and how gentle and sweet he was when he was looking after you. You never want to be apart from him. <3

✧ another flavor of kidnapped Riddle where you're trying so hard to induce Stockholm syndrome in him. Something something drawing tally marks on his inner thigh every time you manage to make him cum. In between his hatred for you and the foggy brain of lust, the lines between what's morally acceptable and what isn't are starting to blur for Riddle. One day he'll return your affections, but until then he will continue to resist and look upon you with hatred and horror.

✧ in anticipation for Riddle day, I started three separate Riddle fics. ^^;;; one of those fics toyed with the concept of the promising young man,,,, applying that concept to Riddle, who is just so good until he isn't. >_< Riddle who non-cons you at a party and has to now live with the horror and the repercussions of it all, of having ruined his friendship with you, the way in which you now perceive your friend, etc etc,, something something NRC is an all-boys academy. Do you really think they'll believe your words (a magicless girl from nowhere) over Riddle's (accomplished Housewarden and honors student who is just such a goody-goody)? That concept of the promising young man and how (as the absolute STINKY RAT >:( of a Headmage tells you) he said/she said could ruin his career and future. You wouldn't do that to Riddle Rosehearts, would you? It's a terrible, gross situation for darling.

✧ sapphic omegaverse...... you and Riddle are omegas and best friends who decide to help each other get through your heats because Riddle can't stand alphas and you're uneasy around them. She's absolutely obsessed with you,,, maybe she even feeds into your fear of alphas when it seems like you might show interest in one or it seems like you might try to overcome your fear!!! Riddle intentionally painting a grim picture of alphas so that you'll stay with her. And then of course alpha Floyb ruins the image she's portrayed to you when he's just so soft and sweet and gentle towards you and Riddle is killing him a dozen ways in her mind because how dare he ruin the one good thing she has!!!

✧ cannot stop thinking about Idia who gets Riddle hooked on a vtuber or a streamer darling,,, Riddle is not chronically online like Idia and Cater, so he's very out of his element and has no idea what these streaming terms even mean, but he thinks you're a very fun character. Riddle knows to separate the character you play from the real person behind them, or so he thinks. But he just loves how cozy your study streams are and how wonderful your laugh is and how, even though he has no idea what any of these games are that you're playing, just being able to hear your voice is enough for him and OH. Suddenly he's fallen in too deep.

✧ arranged marriage with Riddle!!! Because who wouldn't want to marry the son of the most successful magic doctor in the Queendom of Roses? (Not you.) I love the idea of darling being so free-spirited (when you aren't acting subservient just to please your parents and Mama Rosehearts). You're just so different, unlike anyone Riddle's ever known before. Riddle was raised with all of these traditional values, yet you shatter each and every one of them. Don't you know how unbecoming and distracting it is to show so much skin? he gripes at you, and the next time he sees you you're showing even more skin (just to spite him and be a brat). But it is very refreshing to be around you and see the way in which you carry yourself and live life. He was annoyed before, but now he's starting to admire you and look at you through new lenses after you opened his eyes to the world beyond the tiny, closed off one in which he previously lived.

✧ AAAAA imagine being Riddle's first girlfriend......... maybe you were bribed LOL. Or you decide to go along with it because the Rosehearts have a very good reputation and they have Money. In any case, now you're dating Riddle!!! <3 omg he would be so awkward!!! He's doing his best not to mess this up and to be a good boyfriend, but he's very inexperienced and has no idea what he's doing. Nevertheless, it's endearing to see how much effort he's putting in. Virgin Riddle x maneater reader. orz orz

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Perhaps you could write something? It’s my birthday and everyone seems to have forgotten. Maybe you could write Billy finding out it’s the readers birthday coming up and she’s crying because she doesn’t have family or friends and she’s alone, so be make sure she has a great day. (Fluff or smut, idk)

Yes! Happy belated birthday!!! I really wanted to get this ask out before everything else I’m working on because I know this feeling and it totally sucks. Billy would absolutely kiss it all better. Hope you all enjoy! (And happy birthday again anon! Thank you so much for the ask!)

Billy x you

You’d made it to nearly 7pm before the first tear finally slipped down your cheek, leaving a cold, wet trail in its wake.

Fuck it. You were proud of yourself for making it this long. You didn’t even bother to wipe it away. Another birthday, come and almost gone, without even a text. Yeah you had a few friends but it wasn’t worth it to truly open up to anyone anymore. Not really. But the older you got the harder it was to spend another birthday alone.

You were just about to go for the cheap liquor in the cabinet so you could take a sleeping pill and just drink until you passed out when there was a knock at your door. You almost thought of just ignoring it but what the fuck. You didn’t even care at this point if you were murdered by some psycho.

You opened the door and nearly dropped the bottle of vodka from the surprise. It was definitely a crazy person but not one that was going to kill you. At least not on purpose.

“Billy…” you managed to stammer out. “Uh…what…”

You’d been helping him out for awhile now when he needed information, you’d let him buy you a few drinks in payment now and again and you’d had the hottest fucking make out session at his office late one night a few weeks ago - until you’d been interrupted and decided it was probably for the best. He’d never come by your place before though and you knew it was ridiculous to be surprised he knew where you lived.

“Can a poor bloke come in, or ya gonna make me get on my knees and beg, doll?” he grinned.

Your stomach flip flopped wildly but you stepped aside, still at a loss for words, and - you couldn’t help it - quite intrigued.

“What are you…?”

“Came by to take ya out. Ya want to change? Nothin’ fancy or anythin’, just a dive I like down the street.”

“Take me out?” God you sounded so stupid but it’d been an awful day and you just couldn’t process anything and all of a sudden he looked so fucking good standing in your living room, and even though it was for the best you could not help thinking about all the dirty thoughts you’d had about him since that night. All of them included him naked and ravaging you, making you come until you couldn’t move anymore.

He grinned then, his dimple showing, and you wondered if he could tell what you were thinking. “Happy Birthday, doll. I meant to be here sooner but I got stuck with work.”

“How do you know when my birthday is?” you asked, shocked and looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Ya said somethin’ about no one callin’ you last year and I didn’t know if ya had anyone else this year either. Ya shouldn’t have to be alone if ya don’t want. And I’ve wanted to take ya out anyway.”

Tears stung at the back of your eyes again, this was almost impossible to believe, but you took a breath and pushed them down. “Yeah,” you smiled up at him. “I’ll change, it’ll just be a minute.”

~*~*~

You threw on your favorite pair of jeans, some boots and a nice tank top and Billy took your hand as he led you down the street. It was a dark, weathered looking bar but you didn’t mind. He sat you down in a booth in the back corner and went to the bar to order. “They have the best chips…er, fries,” he amended as he sat down across from you. “Loaded, you’ll love ‘em.”

One of the waiters brought the plate of loaded fries over along with two drinks. Billy ordered your favorite and you felt all your depression over this stupid day start to melt away.

“Thank you,” you murmured taking a drink and humming. It was good.

“Aw it’s nothin’,” he waved his hand in the air. But you could tell he knew how much this meant to you.

The fries were even better. You’d barely eaten all day and they were amazing. When you moaned out lout at how good they were, licking your fingers, he gave you a cheeky, knowing grin, clearly pleased with himself. You knew exactly what he was thinking and it felt really fucking good. God, you needed this.

The two of you shared the fries and just talked about everything. You made a joke about some ridiculous C-level supe and he laughed out loud, a deep rich, sound with a real smile. The whole thing nearly made you climb on his lap right there in front of everyone. You remembered exactly how he had felt when he’d kissed you weeks ago, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you against his swelling cock, his tongue plundering your mouth while his beard rubbed against your sensitive skin. Fuck you wanted him so badly.

The bar wasn’t too crowded but there was a group of girls at a table in the middle, laughing and having a good time. At one point some old rock song came on the jukebox and they got up, dancing around. You couldn’t help smiling, watching them. You hadn’t done anything like that in forever. Maybe sometimes it was worth it to get out, just let go and have fun.

Billy was watching you while you watched them and you caught his gaze as you turned back. There was a glint in his dark hazel eyes and it made your stomach flutter hotly. It was the first time you let yourself believe maybe there was more to this than him just being nice because he felt he had to.

At some point you got up to go to the restroom and when you returned, Billy had fresh drinks. He scooted against the wall as he watched you walk toward him. His gaze slid over you, head to toe then he was nodding for you to sit beside him instead of on the other side of the table.

You eagerly slide into the booth, pressing against his side as he lifted his arm for you to cuddle up close.

“You’re too good for me, love. But I’m starting to think I don’t give a fuck.”

You hummed happily and took a long drink of your alcohol. It was just enough to lighten your mood and make you just a bit tipsy, not too much.

His warm fingers brushed over your arm, his thumb rubbing your shoulder and you let you own hand fall to thigh under the table. It was firm and hot and you must have made some kind of stupid sound because the next you knew Billy gave a low chuckle.

“Thank you for doing this for me,” you murmured softly. You truly had not felt this good in a very long time “I never - Just thanks. I owe you one.”

You felt Billy lean over to kiss the top of your head. “Ya don’t owe me nothin’, love, though if you have somethin’ in mind, I certainly won’t argue…” His voice had dipped a little low and a shiver went through you at the implication.

One more big gulp and you were finished with your drink. “Walk me home?” you asked, turning to look up at him.

The look on his face said it all.

This time he had his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his body as he walked you back.

When you paused to unlock the front door of the building, he rubbed his hand back and forth over your hip and you fumbled the key twice before you got it in.

By the time you got to your own door you were almost shaking, you were aching for him so badly. And fuck, he seemed to know exactly what was happening because he spun you around before you could even try and get the key in again.

His eyes were dark and full of heated desire and you moaned out loud as he wound his strong arms around you and pulled you against him.

“Do ya want me to stay?” His big hand was sliding down and groping your ass, pulling you up and into him before he’d even finished the question.

“Fuck yes, Billy…” You were so hot and slick for him already you wouldn’t care if he took you right here in the hallway and you’d already decided this was absolutely the best birthday you’d ever had.

~*~*~

I didn’t want it to get crazy long but if y’all want a part two of birthday night with Billy I would looooove to write it, I have a bunch of ideas, let me know!

If you have also put in requests or are waiting for the next part to glimmer please know I will ABSOLUTELY write your request as soon as I’m able. I LOVE all the requests I’ve gotten so much! For my long Billy fic, I am very close to being done with the next part! ❤️ (OH MY GOSH I JUST REMEMBERED WHAT THAT CRAZY UNEXPLAINED NOTE IN MY BILLY NOTES WAS FOR WOOOOOO)

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promises under the stars - jude pov

Jude never meant to replace you. But that's how it ended up isn't it. There's no one to blame but himself, no one behind each and every decision that now has him standing at the end of an aisle, waiting for his bride. A bride that isn't you. 

highly highly recommend reading this fic first. or else it kinda doesnt make a whole lot of sense on its own. then come back here. this is kinda like a part 2? kinda

shout out to this anon for this idea ! hope you like it

word count - 2.1K+

watch it - well angst, yet again. pregnancy talks the works. sorry if i used ur name for his wife xoxo. enjooyyy

p.s. - shout out to @anadiasmount for the inspo to create the image at the end ! go read all her stuff yall so good

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He thinks the moment it all comes crumbling down is when he gets word of you getting mobbed. After you've just been to Madrid with him. And he can't do anything about it but send security and hope it doesn't get out of hand. 

He expects you to give up right then and there, curse him and wish for him to have nothing to do with your life again. But you don't. You can never bring yourself to blame him. To hate him.

Then comes your whole family suing him for something completely out of his control. Fresh after your father has threatened him, this is just what they need to come after him legally. 

It's okay because they don't win. Of course they don't. How stupid do you have to be to try and sue for going on vacation for someone you love. He wants to call you every step of the way. But his lawyer warns against it. So he doesn't. And you’re left in the dark.

Do you even know that they've tried to sue?

He can guess what you're thinking. He knows you too well. You think this is him taking an exit from his life. He doesn't want it to be this way. Maybe its for the best after all he finds himself thinking. Back to the thoughts of letting you go for your good as much as his. 

But like most things in life, things get muddy. 

He spends his time in a whirlwind of emotions, all leading back to you. He can not go more than an hour without you in his mind. 

Even if his texting habits dont show it, he wants to talk to you every second of every day. Do you remember when he would call you to complain about the mundane. When he stubbed his toe, or drank out of his mind, pressing his nose against the screen trying to feel you against him. 

Things have changed. He’s no longer the same youthful Jude with a penchant for recklessness. Taking day trips to see you, skirting around paparazzi and your families just to have a moment together.

He misses you, but he’s scared to reach out again. So he remains silent and an onlooker to your life. 

Funny isn't it. World class player with more money than he knows what to do with is scared to text you in fear of what your families will say or do. 

And yet, he can’t stay away for long can he. His resolve breaks on your birthday. Months and years have gone by. Legal cases are drawn out go figure. And he's been so busy with games every few days and events he can never say no too. When he gets home his bones ache, only finding the strength to clean himself up and go to bed. 

When he calls you he realizes maybe it's too late. That waiting for things to blow over have left a gap in your time together. He knows nothing but memories. Your life eludes him. He tries to go back truly, but seeing your story while you're out with friends, smiling- actually smiling. He thinks he better not intrude. 

His mother isn't helping one bit. She's come to the conclusion that the only way to move on and get your family off his back for good is to just move on. Find a “nice sensible girl” she says, smiling.  

Jude doesn't want to. It makes him sick. Kicking and screaming the whole way about it. It’s not a bad idea in theory. Pretend to date someone. Your family gets off his back his family of yours boom you can be happy together again. 

So he can learn who you are again. Find a way into your life. Do you still tilt your head when you're confused? He needs to get back to you. He can't let someone like you leave. He doesn’t just love you, he’s fascinated with the person you’ve grown into. 

The thought of you with anyone else makes him sick. He still loves you, and he makes himself believe that the same is true. 

If only right.

He meets Kaylie in the dead of winter. At a sponsorship event that he completely forgets about and shows up an hour late to. He looks around trying to find his agent but before he can even say his usual rounds of hellos he spots his mother standing with a blonde who clutches her necklace to her chest while she laughs.

This is the start of his own nightmare.

He comes back around when he knows he has to. After taking his sweet time talking to everyone. He tries to look for help to get out of the encounter but it's already too late. His mother is flagging him down. So he walks over, already sweating. 

His mother all but pushes them together. 

“What a couple you two are.” she beams, hands clasped together. 

He gives a tight lipped smile and tries to wiggle his way out the awkward slew of introductions Kaylie gives of herself. But his mother gives him a look, grabbing into his arm and making stand and listen. 

There's a look in his mothers eye, he knows what it means. This is the woman that's supposed to replace you. He feels sick. 

——-

Along the way he thinks that maybe this is what's best for him. For you. 

His family all love Kaylie. And she's sweet enough.

Nothing like you, dragging him into different clubs while you linked arms to get ice cream at the same time.

He finds it hard to keep up with her. Her life is fast paced, more so than his. Every time he calls she's in a different country it seems, catching flights and going to fancy resorts.

You never minded a quiet night in. Its what you loved, being able to exist with him. 

Most of all she doesnt know him. She knows Jude Bellingham. The player, the figure, the celebrity. She doesn't know that he has a bad habit of touching his ears when he's nervous, how his eyes go wide at praise and teasing. How without a hundred reminders and alarms he truly would be late for everything. You always helped getting him to things on time.

When you were both awkward pre teens struggling to make sense of the world, you’d stop by his house to make sure he wouldn’t miss the bus. Sitting next to him on the beaten leather seats, and spitting facts you learned the day before. 

He always listened. He still would today. 

He doesn't think Kaylie’s noticed anything about him. She spends most of their time together taking pictures and flaunting him around. He pretends it doesn't bother him. Is the peace even worth it at this point?

She doesn't know how much he loves making little daisy chains, how much he loved putting them in your hair when you were kids. You’d throw a fit, but he never missed the look in your eyes when his fingers would swoop down to settle them gently. 

Kaylie is beautiful. But she's not beautiful like you. She may have an expensive taste for clothes that allows her to put together a stunning outfit for any occasion, cleavage on display while she pouts her lips and bats her eyelashes for a kiss. Kisses he never gives her. He can't. Not when he knows you wait for him. 

Sure she's great by the average man's standards. But she's not lovely like you. You could be in a trash bag and he'd still think you're the most gorgeous person on the planet. 

He thinks this whole Kaylie thing will blow over, that he'll be able to get back to you. 

And he tells her this. 

He goes through the motions, just to shut everyone up. 

Sitting her down when his mother isn’t around, “I don't love you. I will never be okay. I'm only here to get my mom off my back.”

And she laughs, flicking her hair over her shoulder, “Okay Judey whatever you say,” bracelets clanking together.

The name makes him want to hurl. “Get out of my house.”

Kaylie has got it in her head that she's here to stay. They've gotten into screaming matches because she's gotten her hands on the spare key and spends her days lounging in his house while he's away. They're not even officially dating by any means. 

And he keeps finding her in his bed, in nothing but one of his shirts. Giggling and acting coy. He's losing his patience and losing it fast. 

“Why did you give her the key.” Jude storms into his mothers house. 

She's making tea, swirling a spoon in her mug,”she's your woman isn't she. She needs one.”

“No. She's not my woman and you know that. Everyone that.”

She set the spoon down in the sink, going over to where Jude stands.

“Jude. you need to focus on what's good for you. And she wasn't good. You should be lucky that they didn't win the case. I went and told them about Kaylie and how wonderful she is. Be thankful. “

He's losing his mind. He needs to talk to you. 

He gets the chance when he's back in his hometown. And he sees you. He doesn’t think he could ever miss you, not even in a crowd. A rush of people stop him from running right to you. So instead he texts you. For the first time in ages. 

Was nice seeing you.

He hopes you can read between the lines, that you still know him well enough to understand what he really means. 

I still see you. 

For Jude is a coward. 

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You dont reply. He forces himself to go back to what hes been forced to know.

Kaylie is all over him, hands roaming his body. There are days when he gives in. Sharing a bed with her as a cruel demented way to find some sort of release from everything that goes on around him.  The look on her face after its all set and done makes him genuinely want to punch something. A look of arrogance, like she's won something. 

And to top it all off he's been called up for England. His life gets even busier, if possible. Trying to keep up with it all proves to be grueling.

But light comes in the form of you. In the form of a single text.

Watched you play tonight. I'm proud of you.

You're proud of him? You watched him? 

The words bring him to near sobs, the light of his phone illuminating his hotel room while hes getting changed into his pjs. It's completely dark, his personal preference. And hes so happy he would fly the damn plane himself to see you. 

Before he can even think of a reply Kaylie tells him she's pregnant. Barging into his room with a little white box in hand. He thinks is some sort of congratulations for the game. Tacky card, maybe a watch. 

When he opens it, his world comes to a halt. Its a single pregnancy test.

He wants to cry. He's too young to be having kids let alone with her. It makes no sense to him. He always used protection the handful of times they did sleep together. Each time he'd only cry in the shower trying to scrub off her smell and the feeling of her touch off of him. She's only a distraction he tells himself. Too late for those words now.

It feels so wrong, so so wrong. He was supposed to be waiting for you and here he is sleeping with another woman. Who's now pregnant. He wants to vomit. 

He's in too deep now. And he can't be a deadbeat dad. 

Thoughts of you get pushed back to his mind while he scrambles to deal with the consequences of his own actions. 

When they get back to Madrid, his mother doesnt let him off easy. Screaming at him till he thinks he's popped an eardrum. And yet there's a gleam in her eyes like she's happy it all worked out this way. Doting on Kaylie and rubbing her belly (that's not even close to showing yet), and calling herself grandma already. 

The next step is obvious. He has to marry her and make it work.

So he does. An impromptu wedding that happens so fast he doesn't even hear the congratulations from everyone. He doesn't know how to break it to you so instead he posts on instagram and tries to figure out what his life has become. 

Jude is nearing 25. He has a kid on the way. He's married. He hates his wife. He hate himself.  Can you ever forgive him?

[ilwonuu]

Hello! I’m the same anon that requested the Lee Know fic you ended up writing. I wanted to request something else!

Today is my birthday, March 27th, so can I maybe ask for a birthday smut with Felix?

(It doesn’t matter when I get it! You can take your time.)

im happy you’re requesting something else<33 happy late birthday ml!!!! 😘 i wrote this with all the love and care u deserve!!! i hope u had a great birthday and i hope you enjoy this 💖💖

₊˚⊹♡ sweet birthday ₊˚⊹♡

↬ lee felix

꧁ pairing- nonidol!felix x fem!reader, softdom!felix x sub!reader, established relationship, they’re in love bleh bleh<3

꧁ warnings- pussydrunk felix<3, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), cum eating, cringe love, multiple sex scenes(just 2), kissing, lingerie(idk if i should warn this but im doing it anyways), seungmin and changbin mentioned, lmk what i missed????

꧁ a/n- i loved writing this<3 i feel like felix is such a cutie and i miss him now enjoy this :(

your birthday was felix’s favorite because it just give him more of an excuse to touch you. or so he says. waking you up with soft kisses against your temple.

you shifting slightly in your sleep, hearing your boyfriend’s soft morning voice. “i’m sorry angel- didn’t mean to wake you up. happy birthday my love.” he says rubbing your hair back.

“it’s ok lix. thank you i love you.” he’s pulling you to cuddle against his chest as he plants a kiss against your head. “can i give you, your first present of the day?” he says with an innocent smile across his lips.

“mm and what would that be lix?” he moves from beside you to between your legs. “this okay my love?” he asks looking up at you from between your legs. felix tended to eat you out every morning like it’s his routine. of course he’s going to on your birthday.

him claiming “you have to have the sweetest birthday right?” you love how much he loves and appreciates your body. he wants you to feel good and beautiful all the time.

“yeah lix- i want you.” he leans up again to kiss your lips one last time before dipping back down between your legs. “you’re so beautiful.” he kisses down your legs before changing his direction back up them.

he slowly makes his way towards your panties, helping you out of them. “my perfect birthday girl. look at you, so pretty for me.” he starts kissing against your thighs softly.

“lix please- hurry.” you almost cut yourself off. your boyfriend looks so pretty. his tired eyes and messy hair. his loose t-shirt against his perfect chest.

you could never get bored of looking at your boyfriend. he licks against your thigh looking up at you as he licks against your slit.

him humming at the taste, diving into your pussy for more. he looks up at you as he watches you get lost in the feeling. he sucks on your clit hard as he pushes one finger inside you.

“lix- fuck feels so good.” you start to grind against his finger as you look down at him. felix is humping your bed as he sucks you harder.

you feel him push a second finger inside you, curling it as he takes his mouth away from you. “taste so good- im gonna cum angel.” he starts to grind harder against the bed as licks up and down your slit.

“me too lix- fuck please don’t stop.” he just watches you as your legs start to shake at the thrusts and curling of his finger.

his groaning going through your pussy as he sloppily licks at your cunt. you watch as his hips start to quicken and his groans get louder.

you fall apart on his tongue as you watch cum. you coming shortly after him. “lix- fuck-“ you look down at your boyfriend with blissful face, watching in shock as he pulls his fingers out of you.

he brings the up to his mouth sucking on them momentarily. pulling them out of his mouth so he can eat your cum out of you.

he sloppily licks against you again as moans into your clit. he pulls away after a couple more licks, pulling himself up to kiss your lips. after making out with you for a couple minutes your phone ringing startles him, pulling him away.

he leans over you to grab it with a annoyed look on his face. you laugh subconsciously at that. “it’s kim seungmin.” he groans again answering the call.

“what?” he says to the boy. felix puts the phone speaker. “what? don’t what me. me and changbin are fucking here. for the birthday breakfast? that you’re hosting asshole. happy birthday by the way y/n.” you smile at his words.

”thank you seungmin. very sweet of you.” your boyfriend curses at the boys words. “shit it’s already 11:30? all right come up.” your boyfriend says quickly hanging up. he gets up running to your closet.

“lix why are you running?” you roll your eyes playfully at your cute boyfriend. “because i fucking came in my pants and our friends are here.” you just laugh grabbing your underwear and pajama pants.

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felix loved spending your birthday with you. he had roses for you after your breakfast. a beautiful bouquet delivered with your favorite flowers.

him of course, saying he had another surprise for you. you seated on your bed as your boyfriend grabs your gift from under the bed.

“i got this because i think you’ll look beautiful in it. but no pressure if you don’t like it or anything!” he says with a smile as he hands you the box.

“i will love it lix.” you smile before opening the box pulling out a sage green floral lingerie. “i love it- oh my gosh it is so beautiful.” you say excitedly as he leans down to peck your lips.

“i’m so happy you like it- do you want to put it on? so i can give you your final present.” he grabs your hand rubbing it gently. “yes i’ll put it on- how many presents do you have?” you say with a laugh.

“as many as you want angel.” he smiles as he watches you grab the gift and walk away to the bathroom. “i gotta surprise you.” you say with a smirk as you make your way into the bathroom.

leaving your boyfriend to smirk to himself. you quickly change into the lingerie, taking a quick look at yourself. you love the way it hugs your body perfectly. you smile to yourself making your way back into your bedroom with felix.

“wow- you absolutely stunning my love.” your boyfriend’s hands reaching for you, pulling you into him by your waist.

“it’s so pretty lix. it’s fits perfect i love it! thank you love.” you smile at him. “yea? i’m happy you love it. you look better than i could’ve possibly ever imagined. you’re so beautiful angel.” he plants a couple of kisses against your neck.

“you’re too sweet lix.” you melt into his touch until he suddenly pulls away. he moves your gift box out of the way, laying you back against the bed.

“you deserve everything sweet. you’re the sweetest ever to me.” he kisses your neck some more sucking against it harshly. “lix please- fuck me i need you.” you start to grind your hips up against his causing him to let a moan slip.

“shit you sure angel? i won’t hurt you?” he says rubbing softly against your arm. you nod your head quickly. “i need you please. you won’t hurt me.” he nods kissing your head. he starts to unbuckle his belt on his jeans.

you watch as you slide the panties of the lingerie down. your blood is racing with anticipation as you watch your boyfriend pull his cock out. you moan at the sight.

“fuck- you look so gorgeous come here.” he pulls you closer to him as he kisses you. the kiss is desperate but gentle. you gasp as you feel his tip start to rub against your cunt.

“lix- don’t tease! n-need you so bad.” you practically cry out for him. he brings you into a gentle kiss as he pushes inside of you. he softly kisses you as he bottoms out, before he pulls out.

“you okay?” he looks at you with a soft loving look. you nod as you watch him pull his shirt over his head. he groans at how perfect breasts look in the lingerie. “you can move.” he nods before moving his hips softly.

“f-fuck lix- i might cum already.” your eyes shut tight as your boyfriend rocks his hips against yours. “yea? my pretty girl. you look f-fuck- so pretty when you cum.” his eyes are on your cunt, your arousal dripping down your thighs.

“i love you- fuck so much.” his hips speed up as he pulls you into a sloppy kiss. your kiss back as you moan into it. “lix i’m gonn- mmm-“ your moan cuts you off as felix rolls his hips into you, the angle hitting deeper.

“i’m gonna cum angel- where do you want it?” he asks as he tries to stop his hips from stuttering. “i-inside lix.” you moan out as his hips speed up again. “f-fuck okay.” he puts his head against yours as he rubs your clit.

“you’re so pretty- fuck.” his hips stutter a couple times before his load is filling you. “s-shit.” his warm cum sending over the edge. the feeling overwhelming you in the best way.

“lix- o-oh fuck fuck-“ he fucks you slowly through your high as you come back to reality. “happy birthday angel.” he says before pulling you into a loving kiss.

[svtfilthandfiction]

hi!! love ur posts so far :) would like to request how seventeen would fuck/please you on your birthday ty <3

How Seventeen please you on your birthday

A/N : Hi Anon, if you sent this on your bday, I'm sorry for the late reply butttt, Happy (super) belated Birthday!! If it's not your bday, save it for your birthday!!

Seungcheol - Firstly takes you to an expensive dinner and promises you that he has another surprise for you at home. The second you get home he's taking his shirt off and leading you to the bedroom for some birthday sex <3 (that's the surprise)

Jeonghan - "It's all about you" lets you do whtv you want to him, he just lays on the bed and actually shuts up for once. You wanna sit on his face? Go ahead. You wanna ride his dick to get off? Sure. You wanna use him for your pleasure? He's your good playtoy.

Joshua - Also takes you to a fancy dinner because he's a gentleman. He's more of a gentleman when he gets down on his knees and spreads your legs, diving into your cunt because he knows how good it feels. Doesn't stop until you cum couple times.

Junhui - Gives you orgasms as gifts. Like he does give you an actual gifts buttt every orgasm is an extra gift. Tries to give you as many orgasms as the number of age you're turning, but doesn't want to tire you.

Soonyoung - He is your cake. Places pieces of cakes on him and tells you he's your birthday cake. You end up eating cake off of his body, but when you get to his abs you can't take it anymore. Ends up with him fucking you on the kitchen counter.

Wonwoo - Is a little more gentle with you just bc it's your birthday. Slows down the pace and fucks you slow and deep until you're coming around him.

Jihoon - Asks you what your sexual fantasies are and makes them come true. It could be anything, he's down as long as it pleases you. At one point he knows you're inventing but goes along with it because it's your birthday <3

Seokmin - Won't let you touch him because this is about you not him. Would beg you to sit on his face and use him to get off. He might use his fingers too, but not his cock (maybe later on) bc he insists that this is about your pleasure not his.

Mingyu - Uses his mouth, fingers, cock, whatever to make you have the best orgasm ever that you'll remember every other coming birthdays. Finger fucks you until you're squirting and then licks it up before giving you his cock >>>

Minghao - Decorates the bedroom with petals (or confetti) and all that like it's your first time having sex. He just wants birthday sex to be meaningful and passionate, not just random sex.

Seungkwan - Does all the things you like most to please you. If he knows you like it when he rubs your clit that way then he'll do it that way. No teasing, just pleasuring you bc its your bday

Vernon - Boy eats you out until your legs are shaking and clamping around his head. you don't think you've ever felt this good cause damn, he really knows how to please the birthday girl.

Chan - Let's you dominate him for once bc he knows how much you wanna try. Let's you dom him around, call him names and use him like a toy for your pleasure. Ends up liking it way too much.

Hello, sorry for the late post, I hope you enjoyed this one! Happy birthday to those bday girls reading this rn! Requests are currently closed!

[callsign-dexter]

Ignited Desires 18+

Request: Ahhhh why do we love him so much !!! You totally fixed me on again with Kelly 😭🔥Now I also wanna send in an idea haha even though my birthday was just last week, you might still wanna get me a late present someday (oh I hope that doesn't sound rude) ILY 💗

My mind maybe thought of something where they are best friends and really close. During one shift you take a nap and get some really sexy dream of you and Kelly and then the alarm goes off, startling you completely. You can't process what your mind just did to you and seeing Kelly then makes you really nervous so you try to avoid him, which confuses him as well. You start overthinking your feelings towards the Lieutenant and you realize you might have feelings for him, more than friendship, which you discuss with Gabby private, but Kelly overhears you and is happy to hear that his feelings get returned, so he does something about it to make you his girl ? 

Hope that's not too weird 🫣

Pairings: Kelly Severide x Firefighter!Reader

Warnings: fluff, swearing, smut

Masterlist

A/N: Happy birthday or belated birthday to the anon that sent this in!

Finally, a break in the calls which meant that you could finally catch up on some sleep and you couldn’t wait. You have been on shift for a total of 24 hours now and there have been constant non-stop calls. You worked on Rescue Squad 3 with your best friend Kelly Severide and you loved it, you were the only female to work on Rescue Squad 3 and you were proud of yourself and Kelly was too. You two had been childhood friends who had lost contact and then reconnected when you made it to the fire academy and you both ended up graduating together and getting into the same house.

Recently you had been having more than friend’s feelings for a certain squad member, just seeing him in his work uniform and in action just does something to you. You had just gotten back from a call and jumped out of the truck with ease. You stretched your back and sighed in relief when it popped into place just about the time Kelly came around and smiled. “That sounded like a good one.” He said and you smiled and nodded.

“Indeed, it was.” You said and then returned back to normal and started taking your gear off and heading into the kitchen to grab a drink with Kelly following you. “I don’t know about you but I’m going to go and catch up on some much-needed sleep.” You said and he smiled.

“I don’t blame you. Have a nice nap.” He said and you smiled at him and moved past him and into the bunks. You claimed one and put your drink beside your bed and laid down, your eyes were quick to close and before you knew it you were asleep and in a dream. 

You had just walked into your and Kelly’s apartment after getting off shift and found him shirtless in the kitchen by the stove. He turned around and smiled. “Hello there my gorgeous wife.” He said and you were a little bit confused but you weren’t going to bring it up.

“Hello my handsome husband. What do you have cooking up?” You asked walking over to him and peeking down into the pout as you hugged him and he turned the stove off. 

“Your favorite but I think I want my favorite right now.” He said and before you could reply he kissed you hard. He turned you until you were facing him and he hugged you tightly. Kelly tapped your thighs and you jumped up and he sat you on the very empty counter still kissing you. He moved to your neck and started nipping at your skin and you let out a moan. You threw your head back and grabbed his head burying it further into your neck.

“Kelly.” You moaned out. He smirked and then he was breaking his attack on your neck and taking your shirt and bra off leaving you exposed to the air and him. He was immediately on your right breast taking your nipple into his mouth and giving it the attention it needed and then his other hand was trailing up your thigh and to where you needed him the most. “Kelly, I need you.” You said and popped off your nipple and looked at you.

“You have me.” He said and then attached to your left nipple giving it the same attention that he gave you right nipple as he held himself up and his hand got to your heated core and cupped it. You let out a pornographic moan and he smiled and popped off your other nipple. “That’s the sound I like to hear.” He said as he was quick to get rid of your jeans and underwear leaving you naked on the counter the coolness helped cool down your heated skin. He gently pushed you down until you were lying flat on your back and he kissed down your sternum and down to where you needed him the most. He licked a broad stripe up your folds that had you moaning. 

“Right there.” You said as he ate you out like there was no tomorrow. He took your clit into his mouth and sucked on it hard and then he was circling your entrance with his tongue, your hands spread out over the counter with nothing to grip onto. You were a moaning mess. Your body was heating up and there was a light layer of sweat on your skin. What brought you closer to the edge was when he brought his hand to your core and entered a long digit into your awaiting entrance and then he curled his finger and he hit your g-spot. “Kelly I’m close.” You moaned out and you could feel him smirk.

“Cum for me, Baby.” He said and that is exactly what you did. He slurped up your juices when you came down from your high, he was standing up. You looked up at him and his chin was glistening with all the juices that had come out. He was quick to get rid of his pants and you couldn’t help that he was hard as a rock and that had you drooling. “It’s all for you, Baby.” He said and then he was rubbing his erection up and down your slick folds and then pushing into your entrance and you both were moaning out in pleasure. “You’re so tight for me even after I loosened you up.” He moaned out and then he started thrusting into you at a slow pace. No matter how many times you had sex with him he always stretched you in all the right places.

“You’re so big. Stretching me in all the right places.” You said “Move faster.” You moaned out and he complied and he started thrusting faster. He was caging you in as you laid there on the counter, your legs wrapped around him making him thrust into your further. You loved it. You were close to a second orgasm. “I’m close.” You moaned out and then he started to slow down and you looked up at him and he was smirking, he was teasing you. You groaned but he gave a sharp thrust that had you moaning again. You don’t know how much time had passed but he sped up again.

“I’m almost there, Baby.” He said and then his thrusts started to get sloppy. “I’m cumming.” He moaned out and he thrust hard into you and stilled inside you, painting your walls white and that had you cumming too.

“I’m cumming too.” You moaned out and came hard with him. You both came down from your highs and then a loud bell sounded and then everything disappeared.

You jerked awake and looked around and then you heard the bell and was quick to jump up and rush out to the trucks. You didn’t have time to look at yourself in the mirror but you felt flushed. You pushed into the bay just as Kelly appeared in front of you and you froze. “You, ok? You looked flushed.” He said and you nodded.

“Yea, I’m good.” You said and got ready and onto the Rescue Squad 3 truck and sat away from him, normally you would’ve sat next to him but you couldn’t with that dream still stuck in your head so you sat next to Cruz. He looked at you weirdly but one look in his eye had you looking away and down. On the way to the call, you were still thinking about the dream and why your mind had you dream that. Sure, you were catching feelings for him but that was an intense dream and you were married to him. 

The call was quick and you successfully got the person out and sent them on their way to the hospital and now it was time to head back to the firehouse. Again, you opted to sit next to Cruz and you talked to him and the others but Kelly didn’t talk. He was trying to figure out what he had done wrong in the short amount of time when you left to have a nap back at the firehouse. When you arrived back you were out of the truck before it even stopped. Kelly watched you run off and take your gear off. Something was stirring inside of him to figure out what was going on and he was going to figure it out. He walked over to you and when you heard the sound of his boots approaching you looked up and froze. “Oh. Hey, Kelly.” You said and he noticed that you almost sounded nervous.

“Hey, Y/N. What’s up?” He asked and you looked at him.

“Nothing. Nothing is up. Why would you think something is up?” You asked rushing to get your words out, another sign of you being nervous and he looked at you.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked and you looked at him.

“No….” You trailed off and looked for an escape route and that broke his heart. What made you so scared of him in a short period of time? You then saw the girls and were quick to yell out to them and rush over to them. Then you were heading off with them leaving a confused and heartbroken Kelly Severide behind.

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Kelly was still as confused as ever. He tried to think back to what he could've done to make you so nervous of him and he couldn't come up with anything. Not knowing made him want to hunt you down and figuring it out and that's what he intended on doing just that. 

It had been 5 hours since he had seen you and it was slowly agitating him. He made his, what seemed like, 600th trip around the firehouse looking for you until he heard your voice along with Gabby’s voice in the kitchen, he swears that you weren’t there before. “What is up with you avoiding Kelly?” She asked and that made him stop.

“Nothing. What makes you think that I’m avoiding him?” You asked with a nervous laugh.

“I’ve seen him looking for you and whenever you’re around him you walk out of the room. What is going on? What did he do?” She asked.

“He didn’t do anything. Dream Kelly did.” You said and that took him by surprise.

“Dream Kelly?” She asked and you nodded.

“Yes, Dream Kelly.” You said 

“Tell me what happened.” Gabby said, sounding a little too excited. People passed by Kelly but they just kept going on figuring he was just taking a break.

“Ok, so it started out with me coming home and he was shirtless by the stove. I was married to him and it felt wonderful, it felt right. Well then, I asked him what he was cooking and he said it was my favorite and then he said that he wanted his favorite right then and there. He kissed me, hard, then he had me jump up and he laid me on the counter and we had full blown sex. He made me cum twice.” You said 

“Oh, that sounds like you enjoyed this dream.” She said and you nodded.

“Oh, yea I did. It just made me realize that I’m in love with him but afraid to admit it because it would ruin our friendship.” You said and that made Kelly smile, you felt the same way and he was going to do something about it. Just then the bell rang signaling Ambulance 61 and Gabby was rushing off. He made himself busy to make it look like he wasn’t eavesdropping. Once he knew that they were gone he walked into the kitchen. “Oh, hey Kelly.” You said looking at him and he just stood there “Everything ok?” You asked and he nodded.

“Everything is good.” He said and then strolled over to you, he grabbed your face gently and smashed his lips against yours making you grip his arms for support. When he kissed you sparks flew and the breath was knocked out of you, in a good way, you only broke apart when air was desperately needed and he looked at you. Your face was flushed and lips swollen and pupils blown, Kelly was the exact same way. 

“That was…. amazing.” You said breathlessly, he still had your face in his hands.

“I heard what you said when you were talking to Gabby and I feel the same way.” He said and you looked up at him and kissed him again. When you heard noise coming towards the kitchen you broke apart and he grabbed your hand letting go of your face and let him lead you to his quarters. He opened the door and made sure the blinds were shut before turning to you and gently putting you back onto his desk and you moaned at the dominance. 

“Kels?” You asked as he was locking the door and making his way over to you where he kissed you hard once again and then licked your bottom lip which you gladly opened and his tongue dominated over yours quickly. As you two were kissing, the only time you broke apart was when he got rid of both of your shirts, he was quickly getting rid of your clothing and his clothing all at once until you both were left in nothing but your undergarments. Shoes and socks discarded long before the stripping started. 

Kelly broke the kiss and started to attack your neck with kisses, gentle bites and sucking, you were definitely going to have hickeys but you’ll deal with that later. His hands went to your back and expertly got your bra off and threw in the ever-growing pile of clothing he messaged each breast and you moaned leaning your head to the side giving him more access to your neck. Your hands went to his stomach and slowly trailed them down to his underwear and pushed them down and watched his erection come up and slap him in the stomach. Your hand went to it, started to pump it and you felt it twitch in your hand and he moaned into your neck. “Feels so good, don’t stop.” He moaned into your neck and then you got off the desk and down on your knees and looked him in the eye as you took him into your mouth and he moaned. He put one hand on your head not pushing or anything and the other went to his desk for stabilization. His head was thrown back in pleasure and he was moaning which just made you wetter than what you were before. You hollowed your cheeks and took him further into your mouth and felt him at the back of your throat you bobbed your head up and down and that had him moaning. You pulled back until it was just the tip and you swirled your tongue around the tip, you sucked him and then kitten licked him. He looked down at you as he backed up and you released him with a pop and saliva was connecting you and him. You raised an eyebrow. “As much as I want to come inside your mouth, I want to cum inside that sweet pussy of yours.” He said and you cleaned around nothing and moaned. He helped you stand up and then helped you lay back on his desk once again. He got down on his knees and pulled your underwear down and off of your legs and tossed them into the pile of clothing. 

Kelly just stared at your wetness and smirked knowing that he was the one to have done that to you. Just as you were getting ready to say something he was diving in. He started off by licking a broad stripe up your slickened folds and up to your clit where he swirled his tongue around it and bit it gently, causing you to moan. “Kelly, don’t stop.” You said and brought your hands up to your breasts and massaged them as he was holding your legs down since you were trying to buck up into his mouth. He circled your entrance with is tongue and gently slipped in slowly tongue fucking you and it was like heaven. “Kel!” You moaned out when he licked his way back up to your clit and gently bit it, you were so close to cumming. He pulled away for a brief second.

“Shhhh.” He said and you looked down at him. “Gotta be quiet.” He said and you nodded and then dove back in and this time your hands went to his head. You were close but you wanted to cum on his cock and so you were shoving his head back and he looked back at you with a questioning look.

“I wanna cum on your cock.” You said and he smirked and nodded and got up. You were exactly at the right level for him. He positioned himself at your entrance and pushed in and you both moaned out. He bottomed out and he fell on top of you but his weight went to his arms holding him up and not crushing you. Thankfully his desk was pretty empty at the time or everything that would have been on it would be on the ground by now. “Move.” You moaned out and he nodded and started to thrust into you at a slow even pace. Your nails dug into his shoulders, sure to leave indents of your nails into his shoulders, his head was thrown back in pleasure. You pulled him closer to you and that made him grab you by the shoulders and ended up holding you, which meant that he was thrusting deeper into you making you moan into his shoulder. “Faster, Baby. Faster.” You moaned and he started to go faster he then started to kiss you swallowing your moans and then he was pulling away from you.

“Damn, you’re so tight. Squeezing me.” He moaned out. The only sound in the room was heavy panting and skin slapping skin.

“Kel, I’m close.” You said and he nodded and looked at you.

“Me too.” He said and then one of his hands was tailing down to your clit and rubbing it while pinching it, helping you further get your orgasm. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He said.

“So big. So good.” You said blissed out in pleasure. His thrusts started to get more sporadic and his breathing was getting faster and so was yours. “I’m cumming.” You moaned out when he landed a sharp thrust and the combination of him pinching your clit had you cumming.

“Me too, Baby.” He said and then he stilled inside of you and he painted your walls white with his spunk. As you both came down from both of your highs, he slowly pulled out of you and watched as his cum spilled out of you. You sat up on your elbows.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you.” You said as you stood up and started to separate your clothing so you both could get dressed. 

“It’s ok. It hurt but now I know the reason. I’m fine with it.” He said as he put on his underwear and you put yours on and then you found your bra and slipped it over your shoulders and he helped you fasten it behind you. 

“So, what does that make us now? We’ve skipped several steps.” You said with a chuckle and he chuckled back as he latched the last hook and then found your pants and handed them to you as he found his. You both put them on simultaneously. 

“I was hoping you would be my girlfriend.” He said as he buckled his belt and you did the same. You paid and looked at him and smiled as he found his shirt and threw it on and tucked it in. He picked yours up and handed it to you. 

“I would love that. As long as you will be my boyfriend.” You said slipping your shirt on and tucking it in.

“I would love that.” He said and then he was taking you in his arms and kissing you. The kiss was starting to get heated again when the bells went off signaling for Rescue Squad 3 and you both groaned and pulled away looking at each other smiling. You both were quick to get your socks and shoes on and out the door. You both got to the bay and got your gear on and then hopped into the truck. You sat next to him, your usual spot and he looked over you just as you did too, he smiled at you and you smiled back. 

You had to thank that nap you took because if it weren’t for that nap and that dream you wouldn't be with the love of your life. You were very thankful for that nap.

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[nouearth]

because i love you.

jason todd x male reader.

summary: your birthday is a memory you often ignore. jason is determined to forge a new, unforgettable one.

wc: 3k. genre: fluff, comfort. warnings: domestic!au, crying, descriptions of food.

a/n: happy belated birthday, anon! i know this was late, but i wanted to priortize this over my other requests before it would be even later, LOL. hope you had a great one, and that this was a gift to remember!

request: anon.

“so,” a gruff voice briefly broke your focus from peering through the oven door, but the cookies had seconds left in the oven, so you'd figure a hum to acknowledge jason's presence would suffice.

it was a painful and mundane process to squat and watch the cookie batter form into heavenly, ooey-gooey chocolatey goodness. sure, you could’ve done something to pass the time—finish your backlog of books, or even the tv dramas you promised your friends you would finish soon—but the cookies always came out perfect like this.

once, you decided to do laundry while letting the cookies bake. as soon as the oven rang, the thought of over-baking your perfected recipe of cookies, that everyone had gleefully devoured and expected at every potluck, chased you faster than a wild fox could. to your bewilderment (and exhaustion), a few seconds longer in the oven changed the texture of the baked treats. though no one noticed, even if you insisted that the taste changed as well, it ruined your entire day and since then, you’ve made a silly promise to yourself to never let these cookies out of your sight.

even if your boyfriend was squatting with you, kissing you at the neck now. 

“earth to (m/n),” his lips brushed deep into your skin, and you could hear him inhaling your natural scent. for a minute there, he forgot you were baking, so the smell of chocolate and brown sugar certainly awakened an unexpected appetite in him. it growled. 

“hello.” jason stretched a whisper into your neck, and you chuckled when his gruff voice tickled you, vowels vibrating lowly into your skin.

“someone’s needy.” you turned to finally greet him with a smile, some kind of acknowledgement, and he begrudgingly accepted it with a kiss. it was almost as sweet as the sugar crystals in the cookie batter he sampled earlier. 

two more minutes now.

“guess i’ll have to bake myself into a cookie to get your attention these days,” jason muttered, pressing his chest to your broad back. the heat from the oven radiated in front of you, yet your back felt warmer.

your head leaned back on his shoulder, grinning towards his frown while he tucked his chin in the vacant space between your neck and shoulder. “whoa, are you envious of my cookies now? that’s kind of sick considering you inhale them within seconds after i take them out of the oven—“

“i eat anything.” jason stated dryly, his palms roamed over your stomach to chase his appetite away as if your body and his were connected. his lips found your neck again, adding to the flush of your skin while one hand slipped under the waistband of your shorts to satiate a different craving. your legs slowly sprawled to accommodate his inviting touch, humming. “they make a great pre-workout.” 

and with the close of your legs, access had been denied. “so, they’re not delicious like you’ve been claiming?”

jason widened his eyes, yanking his hand out of your shorts to put his hands up defensively. “wait, no. that’s not— okay, we’re getting off-topic!”

“hey,“ the oven sang, and with a delighted hop, you abandoned your boyfriend on the floor to tend to your long-awaited baked goods. “you’re the one that brought it up!”

the smell of chocolate and sugar billowed in the air when you opened the oven, and jason’s appetite returned like a parasite once the delicious aroma hit his nose. 

it hadn’t been that long since you’ve started baking, but your hobby had quickly become a beloved activity (and expense), and your affection for it was telling through the wear and tear of your oven mitts. you burned yourself a few times when the baking sheet pressed into various ripped holes, but despite jason’s concern, you never found it damaged enough to purchase a new one. besides, it didn’t take very long to learn the pattern of the hot spots.

two baking sheets, filled with freshly-baked cookies, slid onto the stovetop, and you closed the oven, turning it off after. steam rose from the bloomed batter and you marveled at the sight: rustic, crinkly brown doughs that harbored mounds of comfort and nostalgia in one snack. though for some people, in one bite. the smell hits you after, stung your nose with brown sugar and chocolate chips, and you approved the batch with a deep inhale. 

“what did you want to talk about?” a crack of kosher salt was topped to the cookies, adding to the rustic presentation of the baked goods.

“well,” the smell of the cookies pulled him back to his feet, then by your side as he watched the chunky salt enchant the goods to a higher level. “it’s someone’s birthday soon.” though he knew not to, he reached out to sample an edge of the dough anyway.

“careful,” you watched him with amusement and high curiosity, eyebrows raised to inquire him of the taste. though you knew the answer by the time the chocolate hit his tongue, it was tenfold more interesting than the topic of your birthday.  “what about it?” you asked, and he hummed in approval, greed guiding his hand back to the piping hot cookies.

“so—ow,” the heat bit at jason’s fingers and his hand yanked back to immediately flick remnants of the sting off. “didn’t you want to do anything? a party? dinner? you never even told me what you wanted for your gifts.”

“hm,” you took the oven mitts off and directed the draft towards the steam with quick and light swings, then towards jason’s fingers as he began picking at the chocolate that oozed out. “i never took you as someone who cared about birthdays that much.”

“yeah, well,” he blew on his chocolate stained finger once more before pressing it to your smile. “we’re learning more about each other every day, aren’t we?”

“and it’s kind of incredible how you haven’t dumped me yet.” you laughed and licked the bittersweet stain off your lips. jason only joined with a mere chuckle. he never liked it when you talked about yourself like this.

“seriously though,” jason leaned on the counter with his elbow, nudging your waist with a gentle pat. his hair delicately parted to the side, watching you like you were the only one. “what do you want to do? we can do whatever you want.” devouring the cookies was the last thing on his mind now. 

you’re the only one.

“jason,” the steam slowly waft in the air as you averted your gaze to the cookies cooling. salt glinted under the lights, and they have never looked sweeter. “it’s sweet of you and i appreciate it, but…” yet, there was a bitter aftertaste when you nibbled on a crumble. “i don’t really celebrate my birthday.”

“what?” his immediate instinct was to hold you, taking you by the waist as if it could protect you from the memory of the past. “how come? did something bad happen?”

“no, no. nothing like that!” laughing it off always helped you alleviate the bitterness of your thoughts. “it’s just…” but for some reason, your throat began to swell when you do.

“just…?” jason pressed his hand to your waist in a heartfelt attempt at squeezing an answer out of you. “come on, i’m at the edge of my seat here.”

you laughed, taking his hand off and then into your own, as you guided him out of the kitchen and to the living room. the sweet smell was dizzying now. plus your legs hurt from the squatting earlier. you needed some place to snuggle yourself into. preferably, your couch. 

“my family could never afford stuff, so it hasn’t been a thing since…” a yawn escaped your lips as you found comfort into the embrace of jason’s arms. his broad chest was a pillow you never asked for, and these days, you found it to be the best solace your head demanded for. “i guess when i was eight?”

“oh,” jason realized, then began stroking the side of your head as an apology. “i didn’t mean to pry or—“

“it’s no big deal.” in between his caresses, you quickly tilted your head back to press a kiss to his palm—a measurement to dispel his worries. “i’ve spent a longer part of my life not celebrating it, so it’s just a norm now! honestly, i didn’t even notice that my birthday was coming up until you mentioned it to me.”

closing your eyes, images of your family appeared in soft, fading blurs. they smiled through gritted teeth, as did you, and sweated through hard labor of work that managed to put food on a table. “and i also don’t blame my parents, if that’s what you’re thinking. i did at first, but shit happens.” 

though, never a cake.

“you really do nothing since then, though? not even cook yourself dinner or something?” the affection caresses spread to your cheeks and the warmth pulled at the corners of your mouth into a smile.

“i did once,” you shifted to connect your warmth to his. in midst, you were reminded that the smell of jason’s cologne will always triumph over the scent of your cookies. “but it just kind of made things sad, to be honest. it felt weird.” 

“but you celebrated my birthday.” the memories warmed him. “for someone who never celebrated their own, you sure knew how to throw a great party.” laughter, a delicious dinner, and drink shenanigans echoed in passing. “even if it was only us.”

you chuckled at the irony of it all, satisfied that you’ve managed to impress your boyfriend despite your inexperience. 

“well,” glancing up, you then held jason’s doting stare, collected it into your soul, and then sealed it into a vault.

“that’s because i love you.” 

the stroll from your car and to your apartment seized all the energy left in you. aside from carrying bags of groceries, the heavy weight slowly drained your arms of life, the long day of work had a major factor to your exhaustion. awaiting approvals while you were approaching a tight deadline was never ideal, but luckily it got extended, so you can sleep a teensy-bit better tonight. 

grunting, your veins pulsed when you lifted the heavy bags with one arm to punch in the code to your keypad, refusing to be defeated by packs of frozen fruit, greek yogurt, jason’s protein powder, and his mandatory cereal boxes. the beep and green light compelled a satisfied noise out of you and you immediately bouldered into your apartment, stumbling through the garden of your shoes and jason’s, and into the kitchen within a single, hurried stride.

“jase?!” you grunted loud from below, setting the groceries down as soon as the handles pressed into a certain spot in your vein that made you wince. jason’s voiced boomed from above. 

“yeah?!”

as much as you hated it when jason left his soda out, today would be an exception. you downed it in one dreamy gulp, and you could feel your body absorb the sugars, working overtime to churn it into energy afterward.

“can you put the groceries back for me?! i want to go shower!” the kitchen sink alleviated some of that humidity built atop your hands, but you needed it off your body.

“yeah!” jason shouted out. “i’ll be down in a sec!” 

it took you a moment, still high from the amount of energy you’ve exerted within the short amount of time, but the air smelled sweetly familiar. of vanilla, brown sugar, a hint of cinnamon, you sniffed out. 

must’ve baked the cookies i froze for him. you looked around, a sudden desperate need for another ounce of sugar in your body after your commendable performance today. 

and of course, he ate them all.

as soon as you came up the stairs, jason met you outside with a kiss—a password to your bedroom, you’d reckon.

your arms opened up for a hug. “they didn’t have the flavor you wanted, so i—“ but embracing the body of your lover, they were immediately occupied by a pile of your clothes for the night.

“yeah, yeah! that’s fine.” jason began nudging, then pushing you to the bathroom, scrunching his face. “you stink, go shower.”

“wait, why are you acting—“ bewilderment passed you as you stumbled back, and your curiosity was met by more push back, literally. the latter looked nerved, unusually antsy, and that was never a good sign. “jason, are you okay—“

“uh-huh, yeah! yeah, yeah. fine.” before you could even get another question out, the door slammed shut. “wash up! i’m gonna put the groceries back!”

oooookay..?

it took a few beats to register what exactly happened, but all of it was buried to the back of your mind as soon as you started the shower. refreshing and cooling as that soda you downed earlier.

damn, i should’ve restocked on that…

the cold draft cooled your damp skin when you stepped out the bathroom, releasing harbored humidity, and your stress for the day left along with it.

“hey,” your voice echoed while you stepped downstairs, expecting jason to either be on the couch or in the kitchen, most likely eating away at your snacks. “what do you want to eat for dinner—“

“jason?” instead, you were met with complete darkness—well, as dark as it could be while impending dusk approached your windows.

he wasn’t on the couch, entertainment-free. 

you stepped into the kitchen. not there, either. the groceries were put away, but the plastic bags were scattered around the floor. not a single soul, a whisper, or a sound, except for the crinkle of the bags as you stashed them into your recyclables.

either the shower cleared your sinuses, or jason plugged in a new wall fragrance, because the smell was sweeter compared to before. chocolate in its new top note, and vanilla, again, in its base. 

it was strange, you checked the oven. though it was warm, nothing was out of place. then the fridge, nope—jason didn’t stash any leftovers there. once again, catalogued the entire kitchen, suspiciously nothing.

you figured you’ll ask jason about it later, whenever he would come back, but for now, your priority was satiating that grumble in your stomach. as you browsed through your fridge for ingredients after turning on the lights, the cooling air wafted the sweetness away, only for it to return stronger.

and just as quick as the smell of chocolate returned, the lights flickered off.

“what the—“ you turned, and your curiosity was immediately startled by the presence of the missing man. “jesus, jason. where were—“

the only source of light that lit the room came from a soft yellow blur that flickered near jason’s chin. gentle, then not so when he took a step. another waver of light when the draft caught onto the light as he approached you. the light grew bigger, flickered stronger, as if it was connected to your heart and memorized every beat, and the smell of chocolate was pleasantly stringent to your nose.

cake. 

it was a chocolate cake all along, and jason held it with a smile that had been shadowed by the candle. anxiously, you’ve never seen him wore it with a grin before, but it made your heart skip another beat, then two when he confessed.

“happy birthday,” the dark of your orbs refracted the candlelight, yellow and orange light reunited with a wave, several excited waves as if they’ve lost you, and the smoke burning off it cooled the impending wetness of your eyes.

“what— what is this?” your breath hiked, and the candles found it calming, like the sea breeze as it brushed against them—through them. “what are—“

it felt like an eternity since you’ve been celebrated. no, it had been an eternity.

tears slowly rolled down your cheeks as you felt years pass by, heard the cries of a child that received nothing. 

the first year, it was because you were expecting of it. a gift that was never promised, but your hands were bare of nothing. 

the second year, it was hope. something that clung onto because you were promised something. 

the third year. it was denial. it had to be this year, right? you rocked yourself to sleep the night before.

the fourth year. anger. you screamed as if a gift was the only testament in the world to truly display a parent’s love for their child. 

then, the fifth year. acceptance. 

and since, you’ve matured, learned why, and thought it was for the better.

“make a wish,” jason said calmly, breaking you from the spell of your own thoughts.

“what?” you croaked weakly.

years of sheltering your birthday made you clueless, but luckily, jason was here to teach you—to remind you.

“make a wish, then blow.” as much as he wanted to hold you right now, he couldn’t risk his hard work dropping to the floor.

“oh—“ you did as you were told. you wished silently, closing your eyes until another swell of tears were forced to roll out, then blew. 

when jason turned the lights back on, the sight of the cake pulled a laugh out of you. slanted in its position, chocolate smeared all over the cake board, thick icing to cover up the mistakes, you laughed until you wiped tears.

“did you bake this for me?” you snickered, taking the cake and setting it down, because you needed to hug him, embrace him, squeeze him.

“god,” jason laughed, pressed a kiss to your head as he took you in with a strong hug. “if i bought a cake that looked like that, i’d demand two refunds. one for the cake, and one for the happiness they swindled from me.”

“i told you not to, though!” you playfully beat at his chest, the blush on your cheeks pulled a smile wider than you have ever felt, than jason had ever seen. “why?”

“because,” he sighed, then pressed his forehead to yours, holding your damp gaze like it was a prayer. the tension in both your bodies go limp, and he held you closer, worshipping you until he became besotted in your smell, your voice, your gaze, your touch.

“because,” jason repeated, and you held his cheeks, caressing his rough skin.

until even your existence wouldn’t be enough to sober him.

“because i love you.”

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