#a Toast to the bday boy :)

[solsticehymns]

limited edition: drabble

james potter x f!reader / fluff / happy birthday jamesie poo ily <3

summary: It’s James’ birthday, and you’ve made him something golden, glittery, and entirely him—a gift to immortalize the boy who already shines brighter than the sun.

a/n: this was entirely self-indulgent, i saw other ppl posting bday blurbs for james and thought: i wanna do one!!! so this is my take on being a sappy crafty girlfriend bc i think that's what he deserves. hehehe enjoy bbys, sunny ☀️🌻

wc: 777 (angel numbers hello??? i swear i didn't do that on purpose)

You stride into the Great Hall with a grin that threatens to split your face. James notices you immediately—he always does—and he brightens instantly, like someone switched on a light in him. He starts to rise from the bench, already leaning toward you, his curls messier than usual, tie askew, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips. Even the morning seems to be treating him gently today.

Sunlight streams through the tall windows, casting warm, golden lines across the table and illuminating his hair like it was designed to reflect light. The whole space glows—but you can’t quite tell whether it's the sun or James himself lighting the room. Maybe they're indistinguishable. Maybe he's always been composed of light, and you’re simply fortunate enough to exist in his orbit.

You stop in front of him, hands tucked deliberately behind your back.

"There’s my birthday boy," you say, your voice soft and lyrical, like the melody of something cherished.

James looks at you as though you’ve handed him the cosmos. He leans forward to kiss you—tender, instinctual, like he's greeting a dream he's not ready to wake from. He smells of cinnamon toast and the warmth of sleep, and when his thumb brushes your jaw, it feels very purposeful, a reverent act, as if he's memorizing you.

You return the kiss slowly, with the familiarity of something well-loved. When you part, his eyes remain closed, reluctant to release the moment.

"I brought you something," you whisper.

James peers at you through his lashes, amusement and curiosity dancing in his expression. "What’s this? Another love letter? A restraining order?"

"Open it."

You produce the card from behind your back and hand it to him. He accepts it like it’s spectral, like it might vanish if he’s not careful. He opens it—and freezes.

Then: "No bloody way—"

It’s a hand-crafted Chocolate Frog card. The border gleams gold and glittery (Lily had shown you a trick to bewitch the glitter to stop it from spreading everywhere), and in the center is a moving photo of him mid-Quidditch dive, hair windswept, cheeks flushed, smiling like he’s flying on joy alone. He gazes at it, visibly overwhelmed.

Beneath the photo, in your deliberate, curling handwriting:

James Potter (b. 1960) Renowned Gryffindor Chaser. Known for his record-breaking speed, his signature wink, and his heart of gold—which, allegedly, belongs entirely to the girl who made this card. Fiercely loyal, devastatingly charming, and prone to acts of ridiculous bravery (like falling in love).

He says nothing for a moment, just stares. Turns the card over once or twice in his fingers, appreciating the front and back equally.

"I don't have words," James says at last, cradling the card like it might crumble under the weight of how much it means. His voice cracks halfway through. "You made me a Chocolate Frog card. With stats."

"I did," you say, glowing with pride. "You’re a limited edition. Happy birthday."

He blinks rapidly, fighting off emotion. His fingers lightly trace the gilded border. "This is the most thoughtful thing anyone’s ever given me. Ever."

You smirk. "Even better than Sirius’ ‘Kiss the Birthday Boy’ badge?"

"Infinitely better," he replies, pulling you close again, arms wrapping around you as if he’s anchoring himself to this moment. "You’ve officially immortalized me."

"As you should be," you murmur, brushing your nose gently against his, your smile aching with sincerity.

He glances again at the card, like it validates something sacred—that he is loved deeply, without condition.

"You make me feel like I’m everything," he says. "Even when I’m just me."

You kiss the edge of his mouth, smile pressed soft to skin. "You're my everything, birthday boy."

He tucks the card inside his robe with care, then takes your hand, threading his fingers through yours like it’s second nature.

You sit beside him, shoulder to shoulder, legs nudging beneath the table. Around you, the Great Hall stirs with the sound of breakfast and sleepy chatter, but it all fades into background static. James watches only you—like you’re his wish, already granted.

He lifts your joined hands to his lips. "Best birthday ever," he murmurs.

"You always say that."

"That’s because you keep making it true."

You laugh gently and rest your head against his shoulder. For a moment, the world is hushed and golden. Just the two of you, cradled in something secret and safe—held in quiet reverence.

And James Potter—a little older, a little softer, and incomprehensibly adored—holds onto it all like it’s the rarest kind of magic. Because it is. Because it’s you.

The morning sun, jealous as ever, spills light across the table, trying to keep up with him.

☀️🌻 masterlist

[onlyonetifosi]

Are you gonna do a chapter based on Joris’ birthday

Bonus chapter: Joris bday

sorry to be late for this been very busy with assigments

WARNING: SMUT!!!! (at the beggining only) then its lots of fluff

The sun kissed the city of Montecarlo, casting a golden glow over the bustling streets. It was a special day for Joris, and Y/N couldn't wait to celebrate his birthday.

Soft and lazy kisses trailing slowly down his bare chest have Joris’ eyes shifting behind his eyelids as he wakes up, unwillingly being pulled into the start of the day. A small grunt sounds from his chest in refusal to open his eyes, yet the soft little pitter patters now walking down the dips of his abs stir the butterflies in his belly.

His attention draws to the fingernails hooking under the waistband of his boxers, the somewhat ache in his crotch seeping through the thick layer of sleep he was in.

He hears shuffling under the covers, suspecting what - or who - that could be, causing a smile to creep up his lips. He lifts his hips willingly for his shorts to be pulled down, just for his cock to be taken hold of by two soft, warm little hands.

And then, what he didn’t expect but hoped for - silky, warmth and wetness all wrapped around his tip as the lips are wrapped around him.

She was determined to make Joris’ birthday as special as it can be, hence she started by giving him head. “Holy shit, baby,” Joris’ voice is deep but there’s a hint of desperation in it as you give him head “Fuck you’re crazy today.”

“Just spoiling the birthday boy, amour,” Yn smiles at him, tapping his cock against her tongue and ensuring he watches while she does it.

“Je t’aime tellement chérie” he says with a breathy voice.

"Je t’aime aussi, bon anniversaire, mon amour!" Y/N exclaimed, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.

"Merci" Joris replied, returning the embrace as both of them lay on the bed entangled in each other. "Are you ready for today?"

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"Absolutely," she replied with a smile. "Let's make it unforgettable."

They embarked on a day filled with Joris' favorite activities, from making the most of the sunny day and sailing on Charles’ yacht (which she had to plead him for but Charles after knowing it was for Joris’ bday couldn’t say no), to going shopping at his favorites boutiques and having lunch in the same restaurant they have being going since they can remember and whose owners know them as it’s a very small restaurant not in the most tourist zone of the principality and most of the clients are Monaco natives.

As evening descended upon Monaco, they made their way to a chic restaurant nestled in the heart of the city. The air buzzed with excitement as they took their seats, anticipation building in her for the surprise they had planned for Joris.

As the waiters dimmed the lights, Yn could hardly contain her excitement. She glanced at Charles, who winked in response, their plan about to unfold.

Suddenly, the room erupted into cheers as the waiters emerged, carrying a decadent birthday cake ablaze with candles. Joris' eyes widened in surprise, his laughter echoing through the restaurant as his friends surrounded him, sharing in the joy of the moment.

"Surprise!" they chorused as the waiters appeared carrying a birthday cake with candles and bengals.

"Joyeux anniversaire, Joris!" Y/N exclaimed, her heart swelling with happiness as she caught his delighted expression.

"Merci, merci à tous!" Joris exclaimed, his eyes shining with gratitude.

They savored the exquisite meal, sharing stories and laughter late into the night. With each toast and shared moment, Y/N felt a deep sense of contentment wash over her. These were the memories she cherished most—moments of pure joy spent with the ones she loved.

As the clock struck midnight, they bid farewell to the restaurant and ventured into the lively streets of Monaco. The club was already alive with the sounds of laughter and music as they stepped inside, the neon lights casting an electric glow over the dance floor.

"Let's make this a night to remember!" Charles shouted over the music, his voice filled with excitement.

Y/N laughed, feeling the rhythm of the music coursing through her veins. This was home—surrounded by loved ones, lost in the magic of the moment. As she glanced at Joris, his smile illuminated by the neon lights, she knew that this birthday would be one they'd never forget, knowing that as she saw Joris’ very happy face as he conversed with Charles and their friends in their booth.

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Could I possibly request a fluffy Rhys x reader celebrating his birthday?

I found out that Rhys’ birthday is November 20 and he is one of the very few in the SJM universe where we actually know what their zodiac signs are lol

Happy Birthday

Rhys x reader

A/n: I also just found out it’s Rhys’s bday so cheers to the bday boy!

Warnings: suggestive, fluff

Rhys reached out for you, wrapping his arms around your middle to pull you on top of him. You giggle and place small kisses on his neck.

Your mate squeezes you to his chest. “Good morning my love.” Rhys mumbles out. “Happy birthday Rhys.” You sit up, straddling his hips and tracing his face with your fingers. You look down at him with a small smile pulling at the corner of your lips.

Love twinkling in your eyes as you drink him in. Your mate. Husband. Love of your life. The most powerful high lord. And he’s all yours. You planned on appreciating him all day making sure he knew how special and loved he truly is.

“I can’t believe the Mother blessed me with you 537 years ago. I love you baby, so gods damn much.” Rhys is beaming up at you with that same soft, loving look. He gently grabbed your wrist turning his face to press a kiss to your palm.

“Thank you darling. I love you too, more than you’ll ever know.” You lean down to press your lips to his full ones. It starts slow, sending an overwhelming amount of love down the bond.

Before the kiss can get heated you move across his cheek, down his jaw and neck. You trail your tongue down his torso, kissing and nipping at him down to the band of his boxers.

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After your euphoric morning in bed you took a bath together where you pampered Rhys. Washing his hair and giving him a massage.

You had Cassian and Azriel take Rhys out for brunch. You wanted them to avoid the cabin since you were setting up for the two of you tonight.

Elain and the twins were making his cake, Feyre was helping you with decorating, while Mor and Amren went to pick up his gifts.

You paused for a moment to take in the hustle and bustle of the house. Everyone is happy. Like there isn’t a single thing to worry about.

Good. They all deserve peace after everything the family has been through. Especially Rhys. You didn’t think he’d be here for this. You didn’t think you’d ever see him again.

You felt tears pricking your eyes. You wipe them with the back of your hand, placing one of Rhys’s many cards on the mantle.

Feyre wraps an arm around you pulling you from your thoughts as you adjust the other cards. “Y/n, what’s wrong?” You look at her, a wide grin on your lips. “Nothing, I swear. I’m just…I’m really happy. Thank you for all your help today it means a lot.”

You hug each other tight. “I’m happy to help. He deserves a good birthday.” Pulling back from Feyre you give her another smile. “I’m happy you’re here Fey.” “Me too.” She whispered.

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The boys came home around sunset. From their overly joyous attitude you could tell they had a fun time going on their bar crawl of Velaris.

Dinner was a wonderful time. The twins out did themselves with the meal, Elain’s cake was delicious, and the toast his brothers gave brought tears to your eyes. You could tell Rhys felt loved surrounded by his friends and family.

He wraps an arm around you placing a kiss on your temple. “Thank you. All of you. I am truly grateful for you all sticking by me through everything. And to you, my mate,” he says sweetly staring at you with unending adoration. “You celebrate me every day but today you’ve gone above and beyond! Thank you darling.” His lips meet yours in a soft kiss.

“If anyone deserves it it’s you baby. To Rhys!” You say raising your wine glass. “To Rhys!” Everyone around the table cheers, raising their own glasses and taking large swigs of their drinks.

As the night started to wind down and everyone headed to bed you kept Rhys in the living room. Standing from the couch you hold his hands, pulling him up. You give Rhys a mischievous smirk. “What are you up to my little vixen?” He teases. “You’ll see.” You tease back.

Darkness envelopes the two of you, transporting you through space and time to your home away from home. Rhys looked around seeing the ambiance you had spent all afternoon setting up. He smirks down at you again. “Is this my second gift of the evening?” He drawls.

You let out a hum, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I grabbed a few bottles of the good wine, why don’t you go to the bedroom and get ready for me, yeah?” Rhys growled with anticipation. “Anything you say darling.” Walking down the hall Rhys throws a smirk at you over his shoulder that tells you not to take too long. You smirk back as he uses magic to slowly shut the door. Seductively unbuttoning his tunic as he disappears. You had never rushed through the kitchen faster.

[twstinginthewind]

Just a lil fic; some AceRido I wrote for @transriddlerosehearts's birthday! Domestic future au fluff with their family. Yup, they had kids.

Happy bday to my friendo and happy Friday to the rest of ya. :-3

Breakfast in Bed

Ace rolled over lazily, letting the early morning sun stream over him through the window. He stretched carefully, then looked back at the pillow beside him, where Riddle was still asleep. He smiled fondly. He had plenty of time to get used to it, but it was still always a pleasant surprise to wake up next to his gorgeous husband. “Prettiest rose in the garden,” he murmured, stroking his soft hair, and brushing it away from his face.

He got out of bed carefully, not wanting to disturb Riddle. He shuffled into his slippers and headed for the kitchen, passing their daughters’ room, where Cordelia and Rosalie were still tucked under their rose-pink blankets, and Hugh’s nursery, where he heard the little boy’s early morning babbling. Ace stepped into the room, and his tiny mirror image beamed back at him. “Da!”

“Mornin’ Huey! How’s my boy?” Ace scooped the little one out of his crib, tousling his unruly rust-colored curls. Hugh chattered his baby talk in reply, hugging tight to his father. Ace took a few minutes to get their son cleaned up, and carried him into the kitchen. “Do you wanna help Daddy make breakfast for Papa?” he asked, taking a sippy cup of milk from the fridge for Hugh.

“Hep da!!” Hugh clapped his hands, then took the milk cup, drinking from it greedily. Ace put him into his high chair, then set himself up on the opposite side of the kitchen island.

“All right, boss. You keep an eye on Daddy, and lemme know if I make any mistakes. Also you gotta eat any strawberries I give you. Is it a deal?” He put a small amount of dry cereal into a little bowl and passed it over to Hugh, who happily munched on a handful. “I’ll take that as a yes. Now, time for Daddy’s famous Fleurish Toast!”

“Dost!” echoed Hugh, face already covered with crumbs. Ace laughed and started to get his supplies together. He gathered a bowl and whisk, knife and cutting board, and a large baking dish. Then, his ingredients. Butter, eggs, milk, cream, sugar, cinnamon, bread, and strawberries.

He rubbed his hands together. “Let’s get started and see if I can’t get this together before Papa wakes up.” Hugh laughed, a full, jolly sound, and Ace shushed him. “Shhh! Don’t wake Papa! Here, watch me.” Ace began to juggle a few of the larger strawberries, passing one behind his back occasionally to show off. His son watched, eyes wide with amazement. Ace then lined up the fruits on the cutting board, frowned at them, and passed two towards the little boy. “Didn’t pass inspection,” he faux-whispered, and Hugh grabbed them with his chubby fists.

Ace sliced up the berries and put them into a bowl, then sprinkled sugar over them. “These get to wait until later,” he said, putting the bowl into the fridge. “Now for the less fun parts.” He turned on the oven to preheat, then started to butter the baking dish. He hummed a little song as he laid thick slices of bread over the butter, then started to sing as he cracked the eggs into the bowl. “Woke up this morning with my heart on fire, Held on to what I'd been dreaming….” He picked up the whisk, and began to beat the eggs. Hugh bounced in his high chair, drinking his milk.

“Woke up this morning I had one desire, To get back to what I'd been seeing,” Ace continued on, whipping milk and sugar into the eggs to make a frothy mixture. The oven beeped behind him, letting him know it was hot enough to cook. He nodded to Hugh, and poured the eggs over the top of the slices of bread. “Heaven, it was heaven! Now I know I've seen the light, Make it go on shining!” He sprinkled the cinnamon over the top of everything, then slid the baking dish into the oven.

“Waydo yu hart!” Hugh raised his arms over his head, asking his father for uppies.

“You’re getting ahead of me, little man,” Ace laughed. He picked Hugh up and started to dance with him. “Sing it with me, ok? I keep on searching for the way to your heart, Try to believe it's getting better! Baby, take me all the way to your heart, I love you~~ oh whoaa oh!”

Two little heads appeared in the doorway, one red and one brown. Rosalie peeked in, eyes wide, and signed to her sister. “Daddy’s being corny.”

Cordelia shook her head and giggled. “Singing?” she asked and signed, her voice quiet. “I thought there was a cat loose.”

“I’m not that bad, am I, girls?” Ace pouted. “Everyone’s a critic. But, I really should work on the rest of this. Your Papa wasn’t up yet, right?”

Both girls shook their heads in unison as Ace put Hugh back into the high chair to finish his cereal.

“All right then. I still have time. I’ll have to brew some tea, whip some cream, and set up a tray. Oh, and I need to get a rose from outside…”

Cordelia bounced up and down, and pointed to herself. Ace grinned.

“You’ll wear the gloves, and use the shears carefully, right?”

“Yes, Daddy!” She nodded enthusiastically, and bounced her way to the back yard, where their rose bushes grew.

Rosalie shifted slightly. “Can I do something too? I would like to help.”

Ace tapped his chin. “You can find a little vase for me. You know where Papa keeps them, right?”

Rosalie gave a tentative nod, then went off to go and look. Once both girls were on their way, Ace turned back to Hugh. “All right. Time to whip some cream.” He washed out the bowl and whisk, poured in a good amount of cream, and started to beat it. “I’ll make a lot. I know you and your sisters have as much of a sweet tooth as Papa does.”

“Wip keem,” cooed Hugh, watching his father measure in a few spoonfuls of sugar. He smacked his lips. “Sgood!”

“Why thank you, that means a lot coming from someone with such a discerning palate. Even if you do eat cardboard.” Ace continued working on the whipped cream, and both of his daughters returned with their prizes.

“I found the red crystal vase,” Rosalie beamed, holding up the faceted bud vase.

“And I found the prettiest rose!” Cordy held her prize up high, dirt smudged on her nose.

“My heroes!” Ace put the bowl down, and knelt down to hug the girls. “You did perfect, both of you. Now come keep me and Huey company while I finish getting everything together?” He took the flower and the little vase, added a little water, and put the former into the latter.

“Okay. Finish whipping this, brew the tea. i got this,” Ace muttered to himself as the kids sat around the kitchen island. He sighed. “I hope Papa stays asleep until this is done. But, now that I have my crew, I can do anything.”

The kids all grinned at each other as he continued whisking the cream up into stiff peaks. Ace let them all try a bit from the bowl - “Quality control is important!” - before sticking it into the fridge to chill. “Now,” he said, flicking the electric kettle on. “Who can tell me what Papa’s favorite tea is?”

“Rose!” chorused the girls, with Hugh throwing in a happy “woh!” a moment later.

Ace bowed at them theatrically. “Very good, very good. I don’t know what I’d do without my team of advisors. Now, I should get a tray, and a tea pot, and—”

He was cut off by the beeping of the oven timer. “Hold that thought, everyone.” Ace put on the oven mitts, and pulled the dish out, letting it rest on the stove to cool. It was beautiful; golden brown and fluffy, with a warm scent of lightly spiced custard. “Okay. Timing’s good. Let’s have this sit, and I’ll put everything together for Papa and all of you, okay?”

“Okay!” Cordelia signed.

Rosalie nodded. “We can get plates and forks, okay Daddy? C’mon, Cordy! Let’s get nice ones!”

While the kids gathered plates and cutlery, Ace began to assemble a tray. He filled a tea ball with rose tea, and poured boiling water from the kettle over it into Riddle’s favorite tea pot. Next to the tea pot, two cups and saucers, and milk and sugar pots. He placed a pair of cloth napkins down, and the little red bud vase.

The girls returned with the plates and forks. Ace thanked them, and divided the oven fleurish toast into five portions. He topped each dish with sliced sugared strawberries and a dollop of whipped cream, then gave the three smaller portions to the kids. They started in happily, and he set the other two plates and forks onto the tray.

“All right, you three. Mind each other while I go have this with Papa. Don’t forget, we’re going to the park later.” He was answered with a few thumbs up, which was good enough for him. He could eat quick and make it back out before trouble started…

Ace carried the tray back up the hall, and nudged his bedroom door open. Riddle was sitting up in bed, and Ace had to take a deep breath. Dazzling. The man was dazzling. Not fair, this early in the morning. “Hello, my prince,” Riddle called out to him. “Good morning!”

“Aw, I was hoping to wake you up with this,” Ace joked, resting the tray on the bed. He leaned over to kiss his husband. “Mm. Were the kids and I loud?”

“No louder than usual,” Riddle answered, storm-gray eyes flickering merrily. “But this is a lovely surprise.”

“It’s a special day,” Ace shrugged. “Thought I should make it nice for you.”

“It is, indeed. Happy anniversary, my love.”

“Happy anniversary, your Majesty.” Ace kissed Riddle again, more deeply this time. “Mmm. Okay. I made breakfast. Eat up before our peanut squad gets here to steal your strawberries.”

“You thought of everything, thank you.”

“Well, it makes sense; you are my everything.” Ace poured out two cups of tea. “Here’s to many, many more years together. Love you.”

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Thg headcanons:

(Tw for complex mental health talks)

katniss loves peppermint and chocolate together. I’m getting this by her always snaking on peppermint leaves when she is at the woods and her living hot chocolate. therefore, the combination of mint and chocolate would seem very in her favourite

Gales family is all freakishly tall. Hazelle is likely to be average height for a women, but his father is the cause of all their heights, where I image he is like 6’5. Rory would be smth like 6’0, Vick would be the tallest at 6’4 (cuz he is the most like Gale) n posy would be a very comfortable being 5’8ish (cuz she is a lot like her mummy). I also think Gale looks a lot like Hazelle, but has strong features like his father. He was a mommas boy when a little kid. But rlly deeply loved his father, especially as he allowed Gale to free and express himself

Finnick has high-functioning anxiety and Annie has complexPTSD. finnick, when alone, can almost be unfuntional and fearful of himself. Concerned for other ppls safety and the effects of president snow. Annie has certain triggers from the hunger games. She is mostly functional and stable for the greater parts, however, involvement in and surrounding the games is painful for her. She desperate avoids the reapings and similar events. However, she will try is she can. Like using psychotherapy to calm equally anxious tributes n alleviate themselves (like she would w finnick).

Johanna is a raging bisexual- w a preference for girls. She initially became friends first w Annie, cuz she is a lot like her little brother. And then came close w Finnick too. Them two form the ‘ the protect Annalise (Annie) Cresta club’ and all hang out together when they would.

I have 2 theories about finnicks upbringing:

1. Finnick has a single father n was an only child too. Seeing from his victory of the games, it comes across less as a career act more as a a child who works w spear fishing. His father must of been a spear fisherman and/or catcher. This also was how he died too. Finnicks father would have disappeared/ died at the sea from a fishing accident n Snow saying it was circumstantial but all know it wasn’t.

2. Finnick was an orphan. He lost his family (parents and older sister) in a fishing accident young, like 9 and ended up in the orphanage. He learn to become charismatic to increase his chances of adoption, I think. I think this is also how he became close w Mags. She didn’t have any children, but would often visit orphanage n would treat them like her own children. Finnick caught her eye n they began to get increasingly closer. This family relationship only deepened when she ‘adopted’ his after his victory, calling him her ‘beautiful boy’ and ‘darling child’. My reason? They said in cf (don’t quote me though) that finnicks only ‘family is mags n Annie’

Peeta loves French toast. Cuz his family would have to eat stale bread, French toast would be a ✨ fancier way ✨ of reviving/ prolonging older breads loaves. He wouldn’t have this often to eat I imagine, but he would get if it was a bday treat n/or special treat for smth (like not being reaped or that). As an adult, he has it more often n katniss makes it for him every saturday to give him a little happiness

[luke-hughes43]

dani coming to the boston game?

you're my favorite little rascal toast

yes yes yes

~

dani works it out with her coach to go to boston for yesterday and today with the promise of being back for classes tomorrow. and as soon as she heard that, she texted mack and ryan:

dani: hey so i got permission from my coach to miss the sunday and then monday of the boston game. i haven't told will and was thinking of surprising him. interested in helping?

ryan: hell fucking yea dani. can i tell the boys? god they'll be so excited to see you!

dani: don't tell isla, i wanna surprise her for her bday

ryan: i can do that.

mack: what do you need from me?

dani: i already booked a flight i just need will to not find out.

ryan: we aren't staying in providence overnight saturday, i can send gabe or fowls or one of our boys to get you at the airport?

dani: ok! if they can't, don't worry about it! i can uber.

mack: i'll send you the hotel info. when is he finding out?

dani: the dinner that's planned with the boys and isla for will being in town and isla's bday. i'm gonna surprise will and isla there.

mack: ok. if you need anything text me. and i'll keep lover boy occupied.

dani: i don't doubt that mack.

ryan: lover boy?

mack: don't start leonard.

dani: as long as will and isla don't find out, everything is all set. i texted grace and his mom so they know i'm coming and i'm excited to see you guys.

ryan: sounds good.

ryan and mack keep their word and will and isla have no idea that dani is in boston. until dani shows up in the north end with gabe and fowler for dinner with will and the boys. and will shits himself, "what the hell are you doing here? i thought you had practice?"

dani giggles and walks over to hug him. he holds her tight, as if he didn't see her last week. fowler chirps will, "damn smitty, you'd think you haven't seen her in a year with how tight your hugging her."

"you're just jealous fowler."

"actually i'm not. i got my own thing going on right now thank you very fucking much asshole." jacob fires back. unintentionally, opening the wrong can of worms. isla is still in shock that dani is here.

dani and eden are the closest thing that isla has to an actual big sister, being hated by her own sister, so isla pries will's grip off of dani and hugs her tight. isla says, "oh my god. i can't believe you're here."

"believe it babe. it's not everyday your little sister turns 20. couldn't miss it." dani says and lets isla let go and sit with ryan. everyone is so excited to see dani and will is excited to have his girl with him for his boston homecoming.

[toomuchracket]

Idc which universe (though it feels bday party to me). Reader getting exposed for liking Matty thirstrap edits on tiktok, because her likes are public. The way Matty’s ego would rocket!

birthday party!girly as FUCK!!! you know how elle fanning's tiktok username is just a generic generated one? thinking you have the same kinda thing, except you never post so literally nobody has any clue it's you when you're liking vids and whatnot. that is, until charli makes you be in one of her speed drive dancing tiktoks (you're both drunk on a girls' holiday lol) and tags your account and everyone goes WAIT SHE LIKED MY MATTY GASOLINA EDIT (sidenote if you haven't seen the matty gasolina edit... oh boy. i'll try to find it later, but if someone has it to hand please share. jesus christ) OR SHE LIKED MY LIIWMI MOAN COMPILATION etc etc. and your likes are public, and it is literally pretty much all matty thirstraps and funny/cute moments lmao. you wake up the next morning feeling rough as toast to find yourself TRENDING because of your likes, and you literally put your phone down and stare at the ceiling like "i'm too hungover for this shit"; you have to pick it back up almost immediately though, because it rings with an incoming facetime from matty. you answer the call, to your boyfriend posing shirtless with a shit-eating grin on his face like "hi babe lol", and you're like "matthew don't you start i am HANGING" - he laughs and he's like "thought you might be, darlin', knew you had to have been bladdered to agree to charli's tiktok. and what a big morning for us, yeah?", and you glare at him before he's like "nah babe it's adorable how much you fancy me. come home soon so i can show you how much i fancy you, yeah? even with that green tinge to your face that you've got now lol" <3

[saturns-ringg]

ahhhh I'm doing this and tagging ppl!!! I may not give some info but yeah

middle name: julianne

age: between 13-14 (guess)

bday: april 24

zodiac sign: taurus!!

fave color: purple/dark orange

lucky number: 9!!

pets: cat and dog!!

from: america...

height: 5''6

shoe size: 7 or 7 1/2 in womens

pairs of shoes: 7

last drem: genuinely dont remember...

talents: art and writing

psychic? uh, dunno

fave song atm: wet by dazey and the scouts

favorite movie: spider man across the spiderverse

ideal partner: dunno

want children?: only if I can adopt them, no way I am having a child

church wedding?: noooooo!!!

religious? hellenistic pagan

have you been to the hospital? yes, for MANY ear infections as a kid

ever got in trouble with the law? nooooppeee

ever met any celeberties? only local ones...

baths or showers? showers

what color socks are you wearing? blue

have you ever been famous? yeah, school famous in like 4th grade for "dating" a kid-

would you like to be a big celebrity? not really

what type of music do you like? pov: indie according to spotify

have you ever been skinny dipping? no I will never-

how many pillows do you sleep with? 2, with a bunch of plushies

what position do you usually sleep in? stomach-?

How big is your house? medium-small(?)

What do you typically have for breakfast? toast 🤤🤤

Have you ever fired a gun? no

Have you ever tried archery? yes

Favorite clean word? mischievous

Favorite swear word? bitch

What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 20 hours

Do you have any scars? no

Have you ever had a secret admirer? no

Are you a good liar? kind of

Are you a good judge of character? dunno

Can you do any other accents other than your own? cursive, ik it isn't an accent but its funny

Do you have a strong accent? no

What is your favorite accent? british

What is your personality type? enfp-t

What is your most expensive piece of clothing? no idea

Can you curl your tongue? yes

Are you an innie or an outie? innie

Left or right handed? right

Are you scared of spiders? yes

Favorite food? pastaaa

Favorite foreign food? greek hummus

Are you a clean or messy person? messy for sure

Most used phrased? "uhm, actually"

Most used word? slay

How long does it take for you to get ready? about 30 minutes

Do you have much of an ego? sorta

Do you suck or bite lollipops? suck ofc

Do you talk to yourself? all the time

Do you sing to yourself? not really

Are you a good singer? meh

Biggest Fear? being embarassed

Are you a gossip? nah

Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? don't worry darling

Do you like long or short hair? short

Can you name all 50 states of America? kind of

Favorite school subject? english

Extrovert or Introvert? ambivert but more extrovert

Have you ever been scuba diving? no

What makes you nervous? my english teacher/my grades

Are you scared of the dark? yes

Do you correct people when they make mistakes? sometimes

Are you ticklish? yes

Have you ever started a rumor? i don't think so

Have you ever been in a position of authority? nah

Have you ever drank underage? no

Have you ever done drugs? no

Who was your first real crush? a boy I met in the library

How many piercings do you have? one, but I'd like about 4

Can you roll your Rs?“ yes

How fast can you type? decently-?

How fast can you run? not that fast

What color is your hair? brown

What color is your eyes? dark blue

What are you allergic to? I guess just seasonal allergies

Do you keep a journal? no, used to

What do your parents do? dad works at a car paint shop and my mom works in a special ed classroom

Do you like your age? sorta

What makes you angry? the government/stupid people

Do you like your own name? not really

Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? apollo, athena, mae, macy

Do you want a boy a girl for a child? either

What are you strengths? silliness

What are your weaknesses? silliness

How did you get your name? from the song letters to elise by the cure

Were your ancestors royalty? I don't think so, although I think I am semi-related to Ulysses Grant

Do you have any scars? no

Color of your bedspread? white/purple

Color of your room? pink/white, but like aesthetic pink

tagging: @draweronly @rrcenic @moonsgreendawn @toddreblogslotf @kunfire @peachtaglia and any of my other mutuals that I somehow haven't thought of!!!

Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well

PLEASE DON’T LET THIS FLOP AHHHH

1. What is you middle name? 2. How old are you? 3. When is your birthday? 4. What is your zodiac sign? 5. What is your favorite color? 6. What’s your lucky number? 7. Do you have any pets? 8. Where are you from? 9. How tall are you? 10. What shoe size are you? 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 12. What was your last dream about? 13. What talents do you have? 14. Are you psychic in any way? 15. Favorite song? 16. Favorite movie? 17. Who would be your ideal partner? 18. Do you want children? 19. Do you want a church wedding? 20. Are you religious? 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? 24. Baths or showers? 25. What color socks are you wearing? 26. Have you ever been famous? 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? 28. What type of music do you like? 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 31. What position do you usually sleep in? 32. How big is your house? 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? 34. Have you ever fired a gun? 35. Have you ever tried archery? 36. Favorite clean word? 37. Favorite swear word? 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 39. Do you have any scars? 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 41. Are you a good liar? 42. Are you a good judge of character? 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? 44. Do you have a strong accent? 45. What is your favorite accent? 46. What is your personality type? 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? 48. Can you curl your tongue? 49. Are you an innie or an outie? 50. Left or right handed? 51. Are you scared of spiders? 52. Favorite food? 53. Favorite foreign food? 54. Are you a clean or messy person? 55. Most used phrased? 56. Most used word? 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 58. Do you have much of an ego? 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? 60. Do you talk to yourself? 61. Do you sing to yourself? 62. Are you a good singer? 63. Biggest Fear? 64. Are you a gossip? 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 66. Do you like long or short hair? 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? 68. Favorite school subject? 69. Extrovert or Introvert? 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? 71. What makes you nervous? 72. Are you scared of the dark? 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? 74. Are you ticklish? 75. Have you ever started a rumor? 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? 77. Have you ever drank underage? 78. Have you ever done drugs? 79. Who was your first real crush? 80. How many piercings do you have? 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ 82. How fast can you type? 83. How fast can you run? 84. What color is your hair? 85. What color is your eyes? 86. What are you allergic to? 87. Do you keep a journal? 88. What do your parents do? 89. Do you like your age? 90. What makes you angry? 91. Do you like your own name? 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? 94. What are you strengths? 95. What are your weaknesses? 96. How did you get your name? 97. Were your ancestors royalty? 98. Do you have any scars? 99. Color of your bedspread? 100. Color of your room?

[gorimbaudandgojohnnygo]

shit from an old notebook, pt. 5 (c. 2014-2016)

—leroy's is still a dead zone —smoking is a great way to meet people —people thinking i'm fearless (bravery) —"when i fall in love" mix —it's a different time (later phases) —revenue to the post office —artsy vs conservative —love list a mile or two long (the wrong song) —ice cubes like windchimes —how to break yr own heart (c. 2014, written in Door County, WI)

i had something of a reputation cos of the amt of lovers i had. yeah, i got the slut-shaming stuff, but it sometimes manifested in strange ways. one night, hanging out in chicago after a w/ifs show, i was feeling really sad. my friend e. knew that i was sad, & i guess it was her intention to make me feel better but...she started approaching all these dudes i only barely knew saying: "one of you needs to fuck my friend so she won't be sad." that upset me. (c. December 2014)

—THERE IS NO SALVATION IN PEOPLE OR PLACES —academia —advice —gratuitous? sex & drugs; if the boys can do it... —someone else's problem now / crazy ex —being derivative —nostalgia - about to puke —do i miss them or me? —the world is fucked / my stupid crush —romanticizing everything 2kever (c. 2015; notes for an issue of my zine I never finished)

—Patronizing man at airport —Punk babes at airport —poppies and palm trees and the pacific (and del taco and el pollo loco) —san pedro —swanky hotel —listening to x and getting ready to go out —i will give the salty air and scummy streets a toast to you —i like being alone when i travel —dancing with myself —jasmine/bougainvillea/jacaranda, the ocean, stuck my face in the jasmine —performance poet, delicious food —i wanna be sedated —von’s, writing, rituals, frank sinatra, decided to stay in long beach —the show, andy, the dudes who called us fags, all the people, punk o rama (11), guys i wish weren’t my type, bad cop/bad cop, fireworks, crying about swingin’ utters songs, creepers (chunky puppy/skinny weasel shoes) —i once sang to the empty space, but now i sing to you —slept well but fantasized —so much drama in the lbc (gin and juice) —guy who told me about his ex-wives —free coffee & a muffin —the potholder (the go-go’s) —acres of books —old ladies —houses/all the lives we could live —straight outta compton —hollywood forever (beautiful, sad, eerie, alcoves/sanctuaries, birds, peacocks, court of the apostles, peter lorre, guard, dee dee ramone, amber tambyln) —by this time tomorrow, we’ll be staring at the lights of hollywood —most ppl are good but capitalism (old women dancing & $, if he put his hands on your sister…, young lesbians in love) —weird bro on train —the reading —feeling not radical enough —ocean c. —whiskey & tarot —rebel bite —smoking on the balcony —i really love lb —diversity —antsy morning —looks like the circus is in town —overall good experience w/ zine fest but disappointments —beer —FLB —god bless the punk rock grannies —the beach & O. —one last outfit change and balcony moment —coming down —I need to take a radically dif direction (punk rock writing group?) —but little messages —this cat went crazy —tl;dr zine fest —perzine alley —i need an internet break —Lilith bros —in the right place —blind donkey —pretty green haired tattooed Disney obsessed bartender —guy with my bday —steamed organic vegetarian cuisine —the next whiskey bar —soul but then modest mouse! (convenient parking) —racist bros —the photobooth smells like jasmine & saltwater —whiskey bat —I’ve never lived alone but I’ve traveled alone —coffee/diners/abandoned & seedy places —x —krysta —feeling guilty about Cali —i was the one no one thought would have a husband and a kid —ok but like worry about yr own country —travel & time warp —I don’t like the cool kind of punk —more fantasies —perfect last morning —you have a beautiful smile —since I’ve been back (my partner gets annoyed when I talk?, I need to be around people who do things, weird to be back, spring and holding on to the tiny moments) —the girl who wrote in her journal —the girl who emailed me —nostalgic music —nostalgic for my ‘skin byrd’ days (c. 2015; notes from the trip I took to Long Beach & LA for Long Beach Zine Fest, plus some from soon after I got home)

—Just one more beer, then grow up (failure to grow up) —When you said “it’s not cute” —lost boys, rose red —when we met —all the things I still want —but hey I’m grown up too —when did I lose you? —all our anthems were about never growing up or dying young —mean anon —us against the world - never told my mom —stories about you —btmi and wifs —make them tell you no (c. 2015; notes for a piece I was gonna write about ‘Maggie,’ when I realized I’d really lost her for good)

i want everyone to have your art on their skin. i've thought about removing the star that resides on my left wrist, the heart that found its home on my right foot. the reminders of our history so visible on my skin hurt more than the needle did when it went in. (c. 2016; fragment from another piece I wrote about ‘Maggie’)

Before I answer your questions, I would like to note that I am answering them from The Road. In the past five days, I have been through seven states. I've hiked in both the Rocky Mountains and the Mojave Desert, wandered around Denver at night, touched the Pacific Ocean, and had a surreal Hunter S. Thompson-esque experience in Las Vegas—and I wasn't even on drugs! I'm exhausted, and I'm going to be very broke when I get home, but it's worth it. I have had a hard time writing since the presidential election, but this trip has inspired me again. (c. November 2016; from the draft of some interview questions I was answering, written in Orange County, CA when P. & D. & I took our big cross-country road trip)

she's packing disguises, maps, secret weapons, knives and boots and bandages and truth, the truth is she's been preparing for this her whole life, so

your wife is joining the resistance (c. 2016; fragment from a song? poem? I never did anything with)

[somairle-a]

He gets the brown one and the other is hers. "Happy Birthday, Liney". (Lynette at the bday boy. Glaciescustodia)

it's lyney's birthday!

"happy birthday, dearest sister!" he says, lifting up his cupcake and bopping it gently against hers in a toast. "to another year together! let it be filled full of magic and good things!"

[saturnscholar]

Gimme uhhhh B in 10A, any colors you like

happy birthday raveeeennn

[radiant-reid]

hello cate. how are you? did you spent some quality time with your brother? 😊 Uhm it's my bday today and I haven't a great day. I was wondering if, just to cheer me up, you could write a small thing about Spencer and the BAU team surprising reader for her bday. Not a big party but just smth.. to show reader that people think about her bday?

i missed your birthday, i'm sorry. i hope your day got better &lt;3

"Okay, wait, close your eyes." Spencer stops in front of you before you can open the glass doors to the BAU.

"How am I going to walk then?" You laugh at your boyfriend.

"One hand over your eyes, hold mine with the other." He amends, holding out his hand to hold your left one while you cup your right palm over your eyes.

You let him lead you into the bullpen, a little confused about what's going on and whether you look weird to everyone else around you. Despite being clumsy himself, you're too precious for him to let you bump into anything on the short walk before he stops you again.

"Can I look?" You ask, itching to take your hand off your eyes.

"Mhm." He agrees and you take your hand off your eyes, looking at your desk. "I promised I wouldn't do anything big, but I think this counts as small."

Your desk is decorated with balloons, confetti, streamers, a cake, champagne- that you're sure has no alcohol-, and gifts. It's so thoughtful and kind without being overwhelming like a big party.

Spencer takes your silence and teary eyes the wrong way. "I can move it all right now if you don't want it." He promises.

You shake your head, turning to him and hugging him in a rare public display of affection. He's surprised but he hugs you back. "Thank you so much." You say.

"You're welcome." He says, kissing the top of your head before you can pull back. "I told the team they had to wait for my say-so to come in so I can tell them not to come in at all."

"No, it's okay. I want to thank them." You say, a little teary-eyed at the thoughtfulness.

Spencer grins. "Alright."

When he comes back through the doors, the team is with him, all of them excited to see you. You get a round of hugs and birthday wishes for everyone before they toast to you.

Morgan looks over your gifts, reading the name tags. "Pretty boy skipped out on a gift." He jokes, smirking at your boyfriend.

"I gave her her gift at home." Everyone quickly catches the unintentional double entendre and laughs while Spencer blushes bright red. "I just mean..." He stammers, voice getting high pitch. "Her necklace!"

You chuckle, hugging his side. "It's okay, I know what you meant." You assure him.

Spencer's blush doesn't stop. "Good." He whispers. "We all love and adore you, you know?"

You know because you can feel it, the warmth radiating through you. "Yeah, I do."

[what-if-nct]

Good morning NCTizens, your intrepid reporter is back from her illness mandated break. Seriously kids, that cold was the worst I’ve ever had 0/10 do not recommend. Sadly I missed the start of Aquarius season, I’m so sorry Doyoung and Jisung. But I’m back in time for another maknae bday! That’s right, it’s time to celebrate our favorite Maknae On Top, our Baby Bread who learned from his father and has become Daddy Toast, Yang Jeongin!! February 8th 2001 we were blessed with our baby I.N joining the world. May he receive all the shoes and hoodies he wants, and none of the hugs and kisses his hyungs want. We love you Innie, even if you’re a demon child who needs to calm down sometimes. ��🐇

Thank you for the reminder and Yes Happy Birthday Jeongin. The most beloved boy by Stray Kids. He's their baby. And he's our baby. Also happy belated birthday Jisung, you're alright I guess. I'm kidding I love you too but Jeongin!

Look at this precious bambino! His little dimples. I hope he got the world today.

[toomuchracket]

following on from anon wanting to talk about smutty matty… thinking about you meeting him at a dinner party for your friends bday or engagement or smth (and maybe he had to leave straight from studio so you couldnt go together) and him trying to find any excuse to leave early because he wants to rip your dress off of you xoxo

i had another ask in the inbox that i'm going to modify slightly to fit in this one (anon who sent it i hope you don't mind!): being at dinner w your family and matty touching your thighs under the table and eventually going up stairs away from your family and him fucking you but you have to be quiet

ok! so let's say that you actually all go away for the weekend to celebrate your friend's 30th - he hires a big house somewhere out in the country, with its own pool and all that, and every couple has, like, their own suite/apartment within it. on the friday night, you're kicking off celebrations with a big dinner party in the MASSIVE kitchen, like a proper catered one, and it's a somewhat dressy event - you've got a gorgeous dark green velvet dress, asymmetric hem sitting right above your knee, with a DEEP sweetheart neckline (like, your boobs look tasteful but still absolutely incredible), and matty hasn't seen it at all. like you said, he comes to the house straight from the studio, meets your friend at the door and heads up to get changed without seeing you (you've been roped into helping make cocktails). anyway, matty comes downstairs freshly showered and shaved about half an hour later, in one of his fancy shirts and dress trousers (the polka dot saint laurent one he had on at the show the other night), and stops dead in his tracks when he walks into the kitchen and sees you standing there with your aperol spritz, talking with one of your girls. like, the man loses all coherent thoughts other than you in that dress, and literally cannot move until one of your other girls comes up beside him and goes "i know. she looks unreal", and matty turns to her and just goes "... i am punching so far above my weight", and your friend laughs. and you turn at the noise, beaming when you see matty, and walk over to him (on shaky legs, because he's so hot your knees go a bit weak) like "hi handsome", kissing him quickly and then asking "do you like my dress?" - matty's eyes go wide and he's like "do i like it? you're the most beautiful thing i've ever seen. honestly, sweetheart". and you blush and kiss him again and say "so you'd want to see it again?", and matty winks and says "preferably the next time i see it it'll be on the bedroom floor" and you're like "... that could be arranged" and matty gets so eager like "how about right now? we could say i had a migraine after recording all day and we need to go to bed!". and you giggle at his enthusiam but you say "we've been here for ten mins babe, we can't leave so soon! and dinner's about to start", and matty pouts but he knows you're right.

however, you being right doesn't deter him in the SLIGHTEST - throughout the hours-long meal, which is lovely, matty keeps up the compliments in your ear, alongside fantasies of what he wants to do when he gets you out of the dress, and asks you if the two of you can leave yet between every course. his worst behaviour, though, is during the champagne toast to the birthday boy after dinner - matty keeps one hand on the bottom of his coupé glass, but his other starts to creep up your thigh towards the hem of your dress, and then under it towards your lace-covered slit. and you just let him, because you're feeling needy for your extremely sexy boyfriend too, let matty's fingers dip behind your panties and drag up through your wetness towards your clit. when he touches it, your legs jerk, but you manage to keep control of your body, leaning over to matty and whispering "do you still have that migraine? maybe it's time for you to go to bed" and matty's like YES. so you bid farewell to your friends and tell them you'll see them tomorrow.

the two of you run up to your room, and literally as soon as you get in the door matty's borderline TEARING your dress off as you step out of your heels and get to work on his shirt. he groans when he sees you've no bra on, and starts kissing and sucking all over your chest while you undo the button on his trousers, and within about 3 mins of being in the room you're both fully naked on the bed kissing and grinding. and i think you're both so desperate that there's no need for foreplay or just anything other than matty being inside you - you offer to go down on him first, but he's like "babe i need to fuck you properly right now, please". and who are you to deny him, when you're as soaked and whiny as you are? so you line matty up, and he's inside you with one powerful thrust, just fucking you hard and fast and talking dirty in your ear, hand over your mouth so you don't scream, until you explode and he follows suit in seconds. and THEN you spend the rest of the night going down on each other, fucking until you're both on the verge of passing out, then falling asleep together. and the next morning, when matty catches sight of that green dress on the floor, there may or may not be a repeat of some of the previous night's activities... <3

[dannythedog]

jita is/got engaged at her bday party with the boys??? i'm told that jake referred to her as his spouse??? and did a little toast for her???

Had you heard about this?!! Like I'm so happy but so sad and confused lol

I don’t believe any rumors anymore lol how would we even know this??

[linorangge]

Stray Kids Maid Outfit Scenarios!

 (requested by anon !)

Chan:

- you were scrolling thru amazon, looking for dog costumes for barry

- and a maid costume showed up in the recommended

- you showed Chan

- u were like “haha imagine u wore this”

- nd he giggled nd stared at the costume for a hot minute

- three days later (bc y'all have amazon prime ofc) 

- he made u sit on ur living room couch nd close ur eyes

- he walked out in the maid outfit nd told u to open ur eyes

- u slapped ur hand over ur mouth in disbelief

- the outfit fit him tight in some places

- specifically his arms nd the top part of his torso 

- u just stared at him in silence

- “does it look ok?”

- he got rlly bushy when u nodded 

- “u look so cute” 

- nd then u had a lil photoshoot of him in the outfit LMAO

- nd he stole some of the photos nd showed the boys 

- nd they were like “????? nice ?????”

- yea

Minho:

- u guys were out shopping

- he didn't rlly go to buy anything

- he went more for u

- while at a lil anime march store u pointed out sum fan art of an anime boy in a maid costume

- “look ! u should wear something like that”

- u said it as a joke 

- but u he looked so disgusted with u LMAO

- “I would literally never wear that”

- “ur insane for thinking id ever wear something like that”

- “omg it was a joke ugh”

- nd he rolled his eyes at u

- nd then he felt bad so he bought u coffee

- a week later it was ur bday

- when everyone had left ur place lino made u stay in the bedroom while he changed in the bathroom

- nd he walked into ur room with the outfit

- he had a feather duster nd everything 

- you laughed so hard 

- he sauntered yes sauntered up to u

- “I think knee highs work for me”

- he didn't have shoes on

- but u best believe that mf wore the knee high socks anyway

- his thighs looked great 

- “u look better in it than me”

- “I've never seen u in a maid costume”

- u were both like 👁👁

- nd he started flinging the layers off nd forced u to wear it too

Changbin:

- u made the suggestion nd got it for him as a joke

- it was sitting in the back of his closet for the longest time

- he rlly didn't want to

- but he did it for u

- bc ur his favorite person ever

- u came home to see him in the outfit, sitting on the couch

- he was watching tv

- he was like “omg hey”

- nd u were like “??????? hi ?”

- u literally stared at him

- nd then u made him stand up nd u fluffed up the skirt for him nd adjusted it

- “u look rlly pretty” 

- he got kinda shy “u think so?”

- he was rlly blushy

- he liked seeing the happy little smile on ur face

- after awhile he got comfy nd he was ok wearing it

- nd then he walked around ur house like that for awhile b4 changing

Hyunjin:

- HATED the idea

- literally stared @ u like -____-

- you’d mention the idea a lot just to piss him off

- you’d bring it up randomly 

- “UGH whatever that’s why u won't wear the maid costume”

- “omfg SHUT UP”

- nd one day he brought it up to the members

- nd they were like ����

- “do it”

- “wtf no”

- nd they went to the store with him to force him to buy it

- he bought the outfit with extreme hesitation

- nd then he pulled up to ur house with the maid oufit

- he showed u the outfit 

- nd u were like :0

- nd he was like 

- “I'll let u help me put it on”

- nd u did

- and he hated it 

-  but he did it anyway

- and then he saw how happy it made you

- and he regretted wearing it way less

- and then he made u take pics of him to prove to the members he wore it

Jisung:

- he was so down 

- like he was READY

- he made u drive him to some store and buy it as soon as possible 

- there wasn’t much convincing for you to do

- u asked him as a joke 

- nd he was like

- “FUCK THAT IS SO CUTE”

- so he picked out the maid costume

- along with cat ears

- and then u guys got home

- nd u helped him button the backside

- nd then he made u fix his hair nd put the ears on him

- he was so excited PLS

- you gave him endless compliments to boost his already enormous ego

- nd then he took pics

- he made u take pics with him

- nd then he posted them LMAO

- everyone went mf crazy

Felix:

- lix saw the outfit in a catalogue u had

- nd he showed u how pretty it was

- u jokingly said you’d get it for him

- nd he was like 

- “ :D rlly?”

- nd u ended up getting it for him

- for his bday actually

- he was so happy

- way happier than you’d expected

- the next day he put it on nd showed u

- “I should work at one of those maid cafes”

- he asked u to fluff it for him

- pls this baby

- he literally loves it

- him and Jisung had similar reactions

- he took pics too

- he didn't upload them tho

- he kept them more for u and him

- in conclusion

- Jisung cat boy

Seungmin:

- he was not into the idea at all

- you suggested he’d look cute

- nd he was like

- “why tf would I ever wear that”

- nd then you got the outfit nd made him wear it

- like forced him

- u forced the clothes on him

- he fought through every second of it

- nd when u finally situated the skirt and buttons

- he realized it wasn't that bad

- u squealed nd complimented him all the way through it

- he got so shy despite being kinda mad

- “do u rlly think I look cute?”

- “omfg yes min ur adorable”

- he let u snap a few pics 

- he made u promise to never show them to a soul

Jeongin:

- hated hated hated HATED it

- he’s the one who would not like it at all

- no matter what

- u got it as a joke 

- he was not amused

- he laughed it off

- but u both knew he was never going to wear it

- and then one day

- during the summer specifically

- he got bored

- and then he walked out of the bathroom wearing it

- u were so happy and excited 

- but u cackled SO hard

- nd he got embarrassed nd he was going to get back in the bathroom nd take it off

- but u stopped him

- “let me look at u for a second”

- “no”

- “jeongin”

- “y/n”

- nd u looked at him a bit more

- u pulled out ur phone to take a picture

- he closed that bathroom door so quick

- u whined for him to come out

- no way in hell was he letting anyone but u see him in that outfit

- u opened the door nd he was just standing there, his arms crossed

- toasted bread 

- but with baby bread energy

- if that makes sense

- in conclusion

- he hated wearing it especially bc he found it itchy

- but he liked the reaction u gave him

- kinda