#got to celebrate or anything during that time so he had one special birthday but it wasn't something he got used to

[dmclemblems]

I exist in a dimension that is solely DimiClaude and so today I am thinking about how on Claude’s birthday, Dimitri gets up super early to prepare for it because he can only do so much preparing the day before since Claude would catch on if he did too much.

the evening before he tells the cooks and maids and all their workers what he’s planning to do so that they’re all prepared for the busy next day (but he’s paying them extra for the extra work and for the people who gotta get up early or keep working late!!!).

in the morning he makes sure everything is ready for the Whole Day and then he goes back to bed in time for Claude to wake up! these days Claude is a bit more used to having Dimi around so he won’t wake up as quickly/easily when there’s movement right beside him, and Dimi has learned to be quiet and careful so he doesn’t wake Claude since Claude is a light sleeper.

whenever it’s Claude’s birthday Dimi spoils him absolutely rotten because on a regular day he spoils Claude anyway, so he has to make sure his birthday is extra special.

by the time the day is over Claude is exhausted and flops onto their bed and passes out! he’s so tired from all the spoiling but he’s so happy, fuzzy and warm inside. 😌

Dimi will be extra vigilant and sleep lightly that night because he knows Claude is gonna be sleeping heavily and peacefully all night. 😌

[simplyreveries]

Hello! I would like to make a request for Riddle, Kalim, Ortho, and Malleus (gn reader, platonic or romantic. except for Ortho, platonic for him)

How would they react to finding out that the reader wasn't allowed to celebrate their birthday back home and has never had a birthday party?

riddle rosehearts

I have a feeling riddle never really had experienced a birthday party himself, unless it was someone like trey or che'nya doing some little kid attempt at giving him one during their childhood and that is until he came to nrc and got to feel that more. Yes, riddle is saddened when he hears that you've never gotten to have one yourself more so greatly upset. you’re the last person he would ever think deserves to have that happen to, he will make sure to go completely out of his way with the help of trey and other dormmates he made help to ensure that your first birthday would be positively perfect..! riddle really wouldn't accept anything less than best for you.

because of his own experiences with… unpleasant birthdays he knows what a dreadful feeling it can be so it only amps up his own feelings into making it good for you. The roses will be painted your favorite colors, he’ll make sure trey makes you the tastiest cake/pastries of your liking, decorations are of your taste he is going above and beyond here. ace and deuce even make sure to tread more lightly around him as he's invested in this… they cannot cause any trouble on your special day hjsdjklsdg

all he can think about is the smile that will be on your face once you've seen what he has done, at least he can hope so. he frets about choosing a gift for you, but he’d settle for something small but sentimental like a necklace. his tension and initial worry do seem to evaporate when he sees you having a good time, he feels a sense of relief and simply cannot keep his eyes off of you.

kalim al asim

kalim literally cannot fathom this... he is immediately planning and preparing your birthday as soon as he hears about it and yes, it's going to be his best one yet (”kalim my birthday is in two months-”) he talks to jamil all the time about his plans and how it's going to be absolutely perfect for someone as perfect as you. kalim really is observant, especially towards you— he knows what you like and will implement any of that into this celebration of yours.

I don't just mean a big loud party with a bunch of people— kalim already knows if that really isn't your thing but trust me, he will still go above and beyond even if it's just some sleepover with him and some friends of yours. we haven't even discussed the amounts of gifts you’ll be receiving. I 100% believe he’d be like giving you some gift every day in your birth month, he’ll claim they're all to make up for the birthday gifts you didn't receive growing up.

on the day of your birthday, you could look at what he’s done and be like “isn't this a bit-” “too little??” hahaha. he is so full of energy that day; he tries to get you to dance with him even if it's just him making some fool of himself to get you to laugh. because, despite all the things he does and gets you objectively kalim’s priority is to see you happy and laughing throughout the day. that will be his biggest reward.

ortho shroud

ortho knows you pretty well, he does analyze people incredibly. so, he can easily understand what exactly it'd bd you’d want for a birthday… the issue may be is how do you get a bunch of people to celebrate something in ignihyde?? he’d settle to making some surprise party for you at ramshackle and drag idia to help him out. Along with the other first years.

he would make sure to let others like grim, ace, deuce, and the ghosts that live in ramshackle know what he’s doing as he still asks for some advice from them quite often. it's cute to see how serious he takes it; he gets all stern with people like ace or grim to make absolutely sure they don't spill and reveal the little celebration they're setting up for you, it's almost a little intimidating until he switches a 180 to a cheerful and excited demeanor when the plans seem to be going his way.

the party would end up becoming some sleepover with him and the first years, a little chaotic, but really fun. on top of that, ortho is getting his own experiences with things like this with friends for the first time too and he loves it.

malleus draconia

he has had spent most of his birthdays, rather lonely. i mean, he literally doesn't like cakes for the fact that they once gave made him sick because he didn't have really anyone to split it with. not to mention, his birthdays may become quite repetitive and boring with his years of age. however, he almost seems confused when you mention that you’ve never really have had one before. malleus believed that it was normal for humans to always have one, it's what he's been the most exposed to.

malleus could not stop getting that fact of you out of his mind, he seemed to be troubled and lost in thought on how to make you feel better about it. most likely, coming to lilia for help since he’s usually the one to do birthdays, obviously. of course, malleus would be quite happy and excited even to have one celebrated for you at diasomina— silver is quick to suggest he handle cake after past experiences with lilias cooking and baking skills.

he tries to actually keep to a surprise but he’s so obvious about it as he can't help but feel excited as he awaits your reaction to it all. you could ask him one night outside of ramshackle if he's planning a party for you and he’d chuckle and be like “am i?” (disappears??). he doesn't seem to leave your side once the day comes, content and pleased with how happy you seem. you’ll catch him staring at you the whole time as you go about your day, blow out candles for the first time, open gifts (which are obviously some rare, expensive accessory from him) and experience what it’s like for the very first time.

[spencereidluver]

H is for Hold My Hand

summary:  You take a cocky, halloween loving Spencer to a haunted house for his first time. He underestimates how scary it actually is going to be, and ends up being taught a very valuable lesson.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: details of a haunted house. nothing  bad though

Spencer Reid was a big Halloween fan. He loved dressing up and going to haunted houses and eating candy. He was a kid at heart, maybe because he never truly had a childhood. 

This year, you decided to take him to a haunted house on the outside of town. It was an old abandoned house that had been boarded up and condemned for years. A few years back, a family bought it and renovated it, turning it into a movie style horror building. It was one of the top spots in the entirety of Quantico during the month of October.

You decided to take your horror-loving boyfriend there as not only a late birthday gift, but also as a way to celebrate halloween. Because let's be honest, two mid-twenty year olds trick or treating isn’t exactly socially acceptable. After going out for a semi-nice dinner, you and Spencer drove 17 miles east to visit the haunted house.

“You know, I’ve never actually been to a haunted house,” Spencer said to you. His eyes were focused on the road as he made gentle movements of the steering wheel with his left hand. His right hand rested on the midsection of your thigh, gripping ever so slightly.

“Really?” You said. You ran your fingers over his, following the bumps of his knuckles.

“Nope. I’ve always wanted to go but never had anyone to go with.”

“Well, now you do.” He smiled, turning his head and giving you a quick peck on the lips. It took Spencer a few weeks to get used to kissing you. For a while, he would ask every time. Last week, the two of you went to the theater on a date. As this was a silent audience, he didn’t want to interrupt. About half way through the show, you felt the buzz of your phone. “Can I kiss you?” a text from Spencer read. You couldn’t help but giggle out loud, which got you a few shushes. You didn’t mind too much, leaning over and giving him a big kiss. 

Kissing Spencer was something straight out of a romance novel. He had this certain way about him, he was always so passionate. The way his lips moved perfectly in sync with yours was something unpredictable. You always imagined him being a good kisser, with practice of course, but he’d clearly done research.

Spencer pulled into the parking lot of the destination. The owners of the house tore down the shed in the back to pave an area. It’s almost as if they know they’d be a city-wide success. 

It was still slightly light outside, the sun having yet to set. You wanted to wait until dark to go inside. You wanted Spencer’s first haunted house experience to be memorable. Of course, anything with him was memorable, however, you wanted to make this extra special for him. After all, Halloween was sort of his thing, and you were sort of his girl-thing. 

You grab Spencer’s hand and turn to look at him. “Hey,” you say, ensuring to keep your voice calm and steady, “I’m not saying you will, but if you do happen to get too scared, we can leave.”

“Y/n, I’m sure I���ll be fine,” he says. “I work for the damn FBI.”

“I know Spence, but this is different.” “Yeah. It’s fake.”

He really didn’t know what he was getting into.

“Yeah, it’s fake, but it almost makes it more scary. The people here can touch you, and it’s loud, and basically it’s all the stuff you hate grouped into one thing that you somehow love.”

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll tell you if I’m scared. But I’ll be fine, y/n.”

He was completely clueless. For one, you were going to prove him wrong. You just knew it. The two of you exit the car, meeting in the front and interlocking hands. Spencer rubs his thumb on the back of your palm and swings your arm back and forward with your steps. 

As you approached the steps to the house, Spencer’s hand began sweating. Yeah, he was nervous, but he’d never ever admit it. He liked to seem strong in front of you, though he’d be the first one to cry if he stepped on a bug. There was something so innocent about him. He just, he was different. 

_____

The line to get in was long, but it moved fast. The entryway to the house was filled with those fake spiderwebs. Those always made Spencer sneeze. The majority of your time in there was spent with Spencer’s arm over his mouth and you trying to convince the people ahead of you he wasn’t sick. 

As you approached the entrance to the basement- where the haunted house started- Spencer began to get giddy. He was so excited, like a kid in a candy store. Except he was a Spencer in a scary house that he was allergic to.

You enter the doorway to the steps that lead to the basement. Spencer trails behind you, walking a little slowly and paying careful attention to each spooky detail on the wall. He held a loose grip on your hand and let you lead him down the stairs. 

As you enter the actual attraction his grip tightens significantly. There was a coffin slightly ajar that had fake blood dripping out from the bottom. A plastic severed hand lay at the gape of the door. Spencer inched closer to you and hid his face in your hair. You silently laughed to yourself and continued walking forward.

As you continued through the basement, there was lots of fake blood and red stained sheets covering walls and pieces of furniture. They did a good job of creepifying this place. There was a fog machine plugged in somewhere, and from out of the fog popped a man draped head to toe in blood stained clothing. He jumped out in front of you and Spencer, screaming into your faces. He then ran back into the fog, knocking over a stack of ceramic plates causing a loud crash. Spencer jumped. Literally, jumped. He pressed his body into yours, attempting to hide behind you. You turn around to look at him.

“You sure you can handle this, Spence?” You ask him. “We can leave if you want to.”

“No, I’m fine. Can you just hold my hand?” He answers, looking into your eyes, almost as if he was too scared to grab your hand himself. You smile at him, taking his hand and dragging him to the next room and through the rest of the basement.

next chapter: I is for "I Knew It!"

a/n: hey guyyys sorry it's been a bit since the last chapter, i've been working a lot and had finals. i really hope i'm able to get back on the grind, but no promises. i hope you all are having a good holiday season! also, i would just like to say that chapter M is a christmas themed story, however it is non secular and celebrated for gifts with the team, not the birth of the christian god. i want to try to make all my stories inclusive to whomever and be able to read across all races and religions. have a wonderful night :)

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[blythings]

Tom blyth birthday smut if you can?

it's the 2nd of feb in australia so hbd to the loml!! thank you for sending me this req anon, perfect timing with this one 💞 this is super self-indulgent since the reader is a corporate girlie like me. also this is unedited and super rushed but hope you enjoy anyway!!!

CAKE | TOM BLYTH

— pairing: tom blyth x fem!reader — summary: when the birthday cake you had planned to make for your boyfriend doesn't go according to plan, he comes up with an alternative gift to salvage the celeberation. — content: mdni, smut, cunnilingus, fingering, very minimal dirty talk —word count: 958 words

requests are open for tom and his characters!~

As Tom steps into your shared apartment, he’s greeted by the inviting aroma of rich chocolate, tinged with the simultaneous smell of something burning, which only intensifies with each step he takes.

He calls out your name as he leans against the entry into the kitchen. It’s two pm on a Friday afternoon — normally, you would still be at your office during this time, fending off the mid-afternoon fatigue by drinking too many cans of Coke Zero and texting him some of the ridiculous items that would land in your inbox. 

That said, it doesn’t take two seconds for him to know why you would be home so early. You had been apologetic all week about not having enough time to plan something more elaborate for his birthday and while he had tried to reassure you, he still sensed the faint trace of guilt behind your expression.

At the sound of his voice, you look up from the mixing bowl, filled with a chocolatey concoction. “You���re home early,” you say — ironically — before you return to mixing, your frustrations from the week seemingly being beaten into the side of the bowl. You had rolled up the sleeves of your blouse though powdered sugar still dusts the fabric. There is a brown lump by the sink that Tom can only assume had been your first attempt at baking a cake, and the reason why his kitchen smells like a hazard site at that moment.

He pads over and wraps his arms around your frame. He asks, “Shouldn’t you be at work?”

You sigh, your shoulders sagging. “I had to at least get you a cake,” you answer, “and I didn’t want to just grab one after work. I’m gonna make you a cake even if it kills me.”

“It looks like it might.” Tom mumbles under his breath, kissing the side of your head.

It isn’t like you didn’t have plans for his birthday during the weekend. But between Tom’s acting career taking off and your own job picking back up after the holiday break, the chaos that had followed is enough to eat away at your time and energy. You had been too caught up in work to plan anything special. You recall Tom’s words, his easy-going reassurance that he didn’t mind if you had a more lowkey celebration that year. Even so, guilt had been gnawing at your insides all week, fueled by the knowledge that you haven’t been as attentive since you had returned to work. 

But as the two of you stand in your cluttered kitchen, it is obvious that you might’ve miscalculated your own culinary ineptitude.

“I even got this stupid cake mold for this.” You huff, lifting the heart shaped cake mold that you had picked up on your way home. “But even when I try to read the recipe, I’m not getting it right. It’s stressing me out.”

He kisses your cheek. “I appreciate what you’re doing, but I don’t want you stressing over this. We can just buy a cake from the bakery. I assume you don’t have to go back and finish any work, right?”

You shake your head. “I said there was an emergency.”

“Tell your work that something was burning. That way, you wouldn’t be lying.”

“Clever.”

“I have my moments.” He says, trailing his lips down the side of your neck. A hand trails lower and you drop the spatula into the mixing bowl as he turns you around, his mouth slotting against yours. 

You’re prepared for his kiss, the years you’ve been together bringing about a level of ease that you’ve never had with any of your previous partners. He moves the mixing bowl to the side, lifting you up to rest on top of the counter. You scrunch your nose at the thought of having to do a deep clean of the kitchen later in the afternoon.

But your thoughts don’t stray from Tom for too long as he licks into your mouth. His hand moves down to your knee, tugging your legs open as sinks to the floor between your spread thighs.

“Still wanna give me something sweet?” He murmurs, pushing the hem of your skirt up. You can only offer a nod as he loops his fingers around the sides of your underwear, pulling it down your legs.

“I should be the one who — ” You start to say but he shakes his head, running two fingers up your throbbing core. 

“Couldn’t even get me a proper cake,” He cuts you off, teasing, “let me taste you instead.”

You’re about to reply before he’s burying his mouth between your thighs, your mouth releasing a string of whimpers and gasps as he mouths over your clit. You cry out in pleasure as he begins nudging your bud around his tongue, his eyes watching your reactions intently. He pulls away with a lewd pop, leaning back. “This cunt is mine, isn’t it?” He asks, placing a kiss on your inner thigh. You want to bask in his touches, but the drag of his fingers and the feel of his lips sets your body ablaze.

His fingers trail down your slit before he slips two digits deep into you. You cry out when he shoves his fingers deeper inside, a warning for you. “Yours,” you manage to choke out.

Your thighs quiver around him as you cry out his name, the tightness in your belly snapping apart as your body spasms from your orgasm. 

“That was fast.” He teases you, chuckling as you push him off your thighs. “Want me to help you clean all of this up?” He asks as he gestures around the kitchen, and you shake your head.

“Later. We’ve got a birthday to celebrate.”

[churipu]

Hihi!! My birthday was a few days ago so can I ask for headcanons of jjk's men celebrating your birthday? (*´꒳`*)

(They can be your choice but if you add Yuta or Megumi I would appreciate it! <3) thankyouuu~

JJK MEN + CELEBRATING BIRTHDAYS

featuring. yuuta okkotsu, megumi fushiguro, gojo satoru x reader

warnings. none :>

note. omg, happy belated birthday anon!! i'm so sorry this took so long honey, i hope you had an amazing birthday and i hope this one makes you happy <33 and hi, everyone, just a quick reminder that requests are back open again! <33

YUUTA OKKOTSU. he's not much of a big birthday party type of person, but he'd do anything to make you happy. yuuta would go out of his way to ask people closest to you to help him arrange a birthday party — and with presents? he buys you one. only one. but it means a lot to him and he knows it will for you too.

he's such a cutie. he'd get everything in your favorite color, the cake, the confetti, the ribbons. whether it being the darkest color like black or the brightest colors like neon. he didn't care, as long as you're happy with it; nothing else really matters to him.

"yuuta, what's this?" you chuckled as you saw a [favorite color] balloon on the floor of your house.

he internally cursed realizing that the balloon wasn't even supposed to be there — and you did get a ghast of what was happening, but you just didn't have the heart to tell him about it and acted nonchalant.

the boy was so flustered he ended up grabbing the balloon and throwing it out of the front door before pulling you towards the living room where it was all a sudden rush of birthday power, as the lights flickered on, everyone you found dear was standing there with big smiles on their faces. congratulating your birth.

"happy birthday," yuuta squeezed your hand lightly, rubbing circles on the back of your hand.

"i love this. thank you," you tell him.

up to this day, he still doesn't know how you actually know about his surprise because of that balloon. but that doesn't really matter now, does it? at least you're happy — and yuuta is most certainly proud of himself for making you happy.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO. he prefers to keep things simple and private. he buys a cake, a confetti bomb, and a present for you. megumi usually comes over to you and knocked on your door, and you'd think this was a normal hang out, date, chilling and all.

but when you open the door, he pops the confetti bomb. right outside of your door — certainly, it leaves quite of a mess and he cleans it up afterwards (he doesn't want you to help, because he thinks it's your special day and you shouldn't be cleaning something he decided to do). but his celebrations are repeated, that the third time it happened, you had a vacuum prepared so he wouldn't have to hand pick every piece of the confetti.

megumi treats you like you're reigning on a throne on your special day. you want to grab a plate for the cake? he will do it for you. a fork for the cake? he will do it for you. cutting the cake into smaller slices? he will do it for you. taking pictures of you during the duo party? he got it under control.

"gumi, thank you. this means a lot to me," you tell him, halfway finished on your third slice of cake with frosting decorating the corner of your lips.

megumi swiped his thumb over the leftover frosting and licked it off his finger, smiling lightly, "you're welcome."

he hates to admit it — but he thinks that maybe next year he'd take you by surprise to make a bigger party, and he hated that the first person he thought of was gojo to ask for help to.

GOJO SATORU. he goes all out. and by that, he creates two parties. one with a lot of people close to you, and one just for you and him. he goes one week before your party to plan everything, asking his students to help him in the mean time (making them do almost half of the work).

gojo picks the best cake, and presents? don't you even worry about it — he'll go out of his way to get you the most jaw dropping thing that you never expected to get. what can i say? he loves spoiling his partner, and he's got the money to do so.

the big party, he's going all out, getting you a three layered cake decorated in the most beautiful icing and toppings. he reaches out to people close to you one-by-one, and even makes the invitation pretty for them. and he gets pretty upset when someone close to you tells him they couldn't come — but hey, at the end of the day, it's your happiness that matters most to him, so he shrugs it off.

he makes sure everything goes well, nobody fighting or making unnecessary drama during the party. and makes sure nobody says a thing to you about it, he could be annoying with it though. but can you blame him? he plans a big party and if someone lets out a word on it to you by accident or with full intentions? everyone would be pretty upset, no?

but thankfully, that has never happened before.

and as for the mini party, he goes even further with it. reserving the nicest, fanciest restaurant in the city with the best view. he makes sure everything in the menu will be something that you like — and if any of them has something you don't, he makes sure to tell it to the chef (even if it comes with extra charges after).

buys you a big bouquet of flower and surprises you with it during your dinner date, gives you another luxurious gift that night and it was honestly just the best thing ever.

honestly though, you can't even try to stop him anymore — he'd still do it in the next year.

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE

[igotanidea]

Father's day present : dad!Jason Todd x mum!reader

I'm so in love with this graphic UwU.

Requested by @parkjammys: sweet Jason fluff of him and his girls celebrating his first Father's Day, and although his baby girl is only a like year old she just knows her mum is giving dad kisses and copies her. (hope this will lift your spirits a bit, candice :) )

This is just purest form of fluff. Get your tissues ready.

***

„Who’s my little sunshine?” Y/N cooed standing above the cradle watching her 1 year old daughter with a bright smile and yet, slightly wet eyes.

God!

If a year ago someone told her, that despite all the vigilantism she will have a kid with Jason, she would simply laugh at that person face.

But now? Now, she was the happiest woman on earth. She had an amazing partner and a child, both of whom she loved with all her heart. And it was even better since it was fully reciprocated.

“Gagagaga” d/n babbled, putting her little fingers in her mouth, laughing at her mother’s funny face, looking just so adorable.

“Oh, my little one” Y/N reached inside and her daughter immediately extended her tiny arms, ready to be lifted and hugged. “Who’s mummy’s daughter?” Y/N rubbed d/n nose, getting another giggle “You are. Yes, you are. Oh, I love you so much, peanut” the girl kissed the top of her daughter head, rubbing her back and holding her tightly to her chest. “And your daddy loves you too. And why we speak of your dad, we have a very special day today, you know….”

“Dada, dada, dada…..”

“Yes, honey. Dada. That’s right.” Y/N sighed “It’s Jay’s first father’s day and we are both going to make sure it’s special for him. God knows, how much he had to go through to get just a bit of happiness with us.”

“Dada!” d/n crowed again, squirming in her mother’s arm as apparently she saw something behind. At first, Y/N got scared that some assassin broke into the house and were to attack, hurt or kidnap them both, giving Jace another trauma instead of a happy father’s day (can you blame her considering the past experience?), but it was just the talk of the devil.

“Well, hello to you two my lovely daughter and her equally lovely mother.” Jason smiled brightly, closing the door behind him.

“Hi, honey.” Y/N whispered taking a moment to appreciate him being safe and healthy, not bruised, bloodied, scared or bleeding. Despite the fact that he didn’t fully give up on his vigilantism, he was far more careful during patrols. He knew what he had to loose. And that little moments, where they could just be a normal family, laughing and spending time together were everything for Y/N.

“How was my troublemaker today?” Jason took a step forward, leaning over and pecking Y/N’s forehead “did you get some time for yourself?”

“Just a bit. But you know, d/n is definitely father’s daughter” Y/N let out a chuckle “quicksilver. Gotta keep an eye on her cause otherwise….”

“Oh, I know what can happen. Do you need rest, love?”

“No, not really” the girl shook her head “I rest best knowing I have you two with me. But. Since it’s your celebration, we got a little gift for you. Can you take her so I can bring it?” Y/N handed the daughter to Jace who grabbed her tightly and did a little helicopter in the air, making funny sounds and entertaining his little girl. And to think that he was the one worried he would be a bad father.

He was the best.   

“Wait, you said my celebration?” he frowned  a bit, confused “it’s not my birthday or anything like that so what….?

“Oh, please, don’t tell me you forgot” Y/N yelled from the other room and soon came back holding a small paper bag “It’s father’s day, obviously.”

“Oh.” Jason’s eyes grew wide. His very first father’s day. The second that thought hit him, his eyes watered a bit. There was still this little, vicious voice inside, that sometimes told him that he did not deserve any of this. That after everything he did, he should not ever interfere with anyone’s life. That no matter how hard he would try, one or both of his girl will end up getting hurt because of him.

“Jace….” Y/N quickly approached him, cupping his cheek, recognizing all the signs of his doubts and memories and impending mental breakdown “Jason, baby, look at me.” He listened, his eyes focusing on her pretty face “I love you.” she simply said “your daughter loves you. We need you, baby. The past is in the past, what you did or who you were does not define you, you hear me? That was not you.”

“thank you….” he whispered “it’s just…. a lot.”

“I know, love, but you are not alone. Hell, you should know by now you will never be. You got us. You got family, Jason.”

“I love you both.”

“We know.” Y/n smiled and stood on her tiptoes, capturing Jason’s lips in hers quickly, pulling away way too soon for his liking. So taking the initiative, adjusting his grip on his daughter, he wrapped his other hand around the mother, pulling her back.

“I’m not done with you.” he mumbled, leaning forehead on hers.

“Really?” Y/N smiled, pecking his right cheek and then left and then his nose, giggling.

“Still not enough.” he connected their mouths again, kissing her with all the love and passion he felt. Jason was not good with words, especially with the big ones, but his actions and his gestures were the best expression of them and Y/N learned that through the years they were together.

“Jason!” the girl squealed and pulled away the second she felt his hand sneak under her T-shirt “Not in front of our daughter! And not now!”

“Later than?” his eyes became a bit darker as he watched the blush creeping on Y/N’s cheek. At this point answer wasn’t even necessary. “Besides.” He continued as d/n started wriggling a bit “I don’t think our grig mind us being all touchy-feely towards each other.”

“What do you…?” Y/N started, but as her gaze landed on her daughter she couldn’t hold back a laugh. D/N put her little arms on Jason’s shoulder for some balance as she leaned forward pressing her little, soft lips against his cheek leaving a wet mark. And then she giggled and repeated the action two more times.

“mamamamama”

“Oh yes, that’s right. That’s what mummy does to make daddy feel better” Jason whispered, heart clenched with all the feelings “guess she got her observational skills and intelligence from you, Y/N. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For making this the best father’s day I could ever imagine.”

“You didn’t even open your present yet…..” Y/N pointed out.

“You both are my presents. I just want to be with you and hold you. Is that ok?” he whispered.

“Sure, Jason. As long as you want.”

“Perfect.” He sighed deeply and closed his eyes, minds wandering in some places only he knew. “But I still get to open that bag, right?” it only took him a  minute to get back to his smug attitude he didn’t lose during the years.

“Sure, babe. We definitely have a no return policy when it comes to any present.”

[guillotinebypierre]

Continuation from last post

Following Y/n and Lisa's "closure", Y/n had been getting closer and closer to ITZY's leader.

To her other members, seeing Y/n in their dorm was becoming a common occurrence, even if Yuna, Ryujin, Lia and Chaeryeong secretely envied their leader for managing to get into the pants of the biggest name in the industry.

Speaking of Yeji, she had been everything one would want in a potential partner thus far.

Emotional support ? She had driven through the entire city of Seoul just to take care of Y/n when he said he was feeling down, giving him a shoulder to cry on, both literally and figuratively, while also telling him how much she and millions of people loved him and how great he is. Her acts of service even went so far that she stopped all her schedules to make sure Y/n was taking care of his health when she found out that he was sick.

Gift giving ? Yeji had become Y/n's borderline sugar mommy, buying him literally anything he wanted and even things he didn't want. During dates she made sure she was the one paying, much to Y/n's dismay. She claimed that just spending time with him was more than enough 'payment' from his side and that he should 'let mommy treat him right'.

Quality time ? It was hard for them to go more than two days without seeing and spending time with each other. Watching movies, going shopping, cooking together, just spending time in the studio together while either one worked on new music, practicing together, working out, you name it. No matter what the circumstances were, the two of them would always find time to see each other and most nights ended with them cuddling and falling asleep together.

Oh and of course, the sex was incredible. Y/n quickly figured out that Yeji was a freak in bed. From breeding kinks to bdsm and especially exhibitionism, sex with Yeji was never boring, never the same and never quiet.

Nevertheless, the two had a great relationship, and while many would write it off as the 'honeymoon' stage of their blossoming kinship, this was simply the result of a healthy relationship between two incredibly attractive young individuals. The two had their fights, every couple has them, but they would be quickly solved with words before the two made up and made out.

Today, however, was not one of those days. The pair was celebrating a milestone in their relationship as today marked six moths since they had been together. This was something to celebrate, so Yeji made sure to get a reservation at the most prestigious and expensive restaurant in the country.

It was late in the evening and the two were sitting inside Y/n's car driving towards the restaurant. Yeji wore a beautiful backless black dress with a teasing slit down the portion where her leg was. The dress hugged her figure nicely, revealing her hourglass shape and her nice ass. Her make up complemented the black of her dress while also bringing focus towards her beautiful eyes while her plump lips had a light layer of lip gloss on them and curved into a sly smirk as she realized Y/n was practically undressing her with his eyes as the car came to a halt due to a red light.

"Y/n stop eye fucking me and start driving, it's green again", she said while rubbing her lovers inner thigh.

Y/n wore a black two piece suit with a black satin dress shirt underneath. He left the top three buttons open in order to expose a part of his pecs and abs as he knew Yeji went feral over his body. He accessorized his outfit with an expensive silver watch, three of his favorite rings and one expensive chain that Yeji got him for his birthday. He wore Yeji's favorite scent, Maison Martin Margiela Replica Across Sands, a beachy, fruity yet also smoky scent which reminded her of their first night spent together.

Unbeknownst to both of them, their outfits were almost exactly the same as they were during that special night in with an awfully drunk, but also awfully bold Yeji, gave Y/n her number and basically started this whole relationship.

The ride soon ends as the two arrive at their destination with Y/n being slightly pent up as Yeji decided to tease him throughout the whole ride.

"Hello do you two have a reservation ?", a receptionist asks.

"Yes, a table for two under Hwang for 9 o'clock.", Yeji swiftly answered while smiling under her mask. The place was very high end, which meant that under normal circumstances they wouldn't have to worry about anyone snitching on them and their relationship, however one could never be too careful as there would very likely still be people willing to expose two of the biggest names in the industry going on a date to anyone willing to listen.

A waitress soon appeared and took the couple to their place, a table for two in a secluded area with a beautiful view of the city. She left them alone and gave each one a menu to look at.

It was at that moment that Y/n finally got around to look at the restaurant. It was an incredibly timeless interior design with high ceilings and large chandeliers over each table. The tables themselves were all custom made and had a beautiful cream colored cloth draped over them. The chairs were made out of teak wood and had a cream colored cushion. The cutlery was shining, stainless steel with a red design on its handle. There were a few indoor plants distributed evenly along the property. There was one large corridor which led towards the bathrooms and another one which presumably led towards the kitchen. The ambience was welcoming, it was warm and cozy, yet there was also a sensual component to it.

Y/n looked into the menu, his heart dropping at the prices before hearing the woman in front of him speak.

"Don't worry about the price, baby. I'm paying, just pick whatever sounds tasty to you. And I'm not taking no for an answer so shut that mouth before I make you use it for other purposes~", Yeji told him before biting her lip at the end of the sentence.

Y/n looked at Yeji, both in awe at her seemingly developed mind reading abilities and in awe at her beauty. She was a literal angel, a goddess among men. If they were in ancient times many would've mistaken her for Venus, hell even nowadays people might mistake her for the goddess of beauty. Her smile was enchanting, making Y/n lose all motor function whenever he got to see it, her nose perfectly crafted with love and care by any kind of omnipotent entity out there and her eyes, in his opinion the single most beautiful thing about her, almost hypnotic, unique in every sense of the word and somehow giving him a sense of safety, a sense of belonging, it reminded him of home, whether that was because she was his home or any other reason.

The waitress soon came and asked them for their orders. Yeji ordered a rugula salad with octopus and mango and a steak with potatoes. She was also kind enough to add an order of wine, leaving Y/n scared of what she would do when drunk.

"And what about you, Mr. ?", the waitress asked him.

"I'd like a-urgh" Y/n felt a foot rub up and down his crotch, slowly stroking his hardening erection as it expertly slid down the zipper of his pants before fishing his cock out under the table.

"Are you fine, sir?", the waitress asked Y/n while touching his arm, much to the dismay of Yeji who in return started stroking her boyfriend's dick with both her feet.

"Y-yes I'm alright thank you. I want one of your Wag-wagyu steaks with a side of roasted vegetables and the same salad she ordered pl-please", Y/n told her while trying to not let any groans and moans slip out.

"And what would you like to drink, sir?", the waitress asked as she finished writing down the order.

"One large bottle of......one large bottle of water, please.", he said while smiling, hoping that she ignored the fact that he had to take a break while talking as Yeji was now quickening her pace and giving him what was the best footjob he had ever received under the table.

The waitress soon left and Y/n let himself fall down on his side of the table.

"What are you doing Yeji", he whisper-yelled at her while she continued her attack of pleasure on his member.

"Don't act like you're not loving this. I don't remember seeing you this hard except for that one time when I gave you head in the middle of the airplane while Ryujin was sleeping next to us-", Yeji told him

"Not so loud, baby", Y/n interrupted her, afraid of someone hearing them.

"Relax baby. Besides, our appetizers are coming right now.", she said referring to the two waiters coming towards them.

The placed down her food and the drinks before telling him that they'd be back with his salad soon, one of the waiters taking his sweet time checking out Yeji. Y/n stared holes into the back of his head before he suddenly heard clattering beside him.

"Oops, clumsy me, always dropping something. I better pick that up!", Yeji exclaimed after obviously dropping her fork on purpose.

She slid under the table just as Y/n's appetizer came, and with it the waitress from before.

"Here you go, sir.", she said while smiling.

Y/n smiled back before looking at his plate, seeing a small piece of paper peaking out from under the plate. He grabbed it and started sweating, scared of what Yeji might do once she read it.

'If you and that girl don't work out or you just need someone else to take your mind off things, call me, handsome :) xxx-xxxx-xxxx'

Y/n started crumbling the paper into a ball while wondering where Yeji went, deciding to not dwell on it and start eating. At that moment he remembered where she was as he suddenly felt a hot, wet and sloppy sensation around his hard cock. Yeji bopped up and down while using two hands to stroke his dick at the same time, making small but noticeable slurping noises in the process.

Y/n slightly threw his head back as pleasure overtook him, both due to the inappropriateness of the situation and how good of a job Yeji was making. She hungrily went down on his dick, impaling her throat on it as he sneakily slid a hand underneath the table cloth and put it on the back of her head, guiding her through the motion of taking in his dick inch after inch.

With the other hand he tried eating his salad as well as possible in order to not look suspicious, that proving itself as more difficult than expected as he dropped the fork multiple times after Yeji suddenly took in his entire length and tightened her throat while licking the tip on its most sensitive spot.

Just as Y/n was slowly getting accustomed to Yeji's attack on his dick, the main course arrived.

The waitress put his order in front of him, scaring him and making him drop the crumbled paper with her message under the table. Very bad idea.

"Here's your main course! How was the salad?", she asked him bending over slightly and showing her cleavage.

"It was g-REAT", he answered while nervously smiling, having screamed the last part as he felt Yeji out of nowhere deepthroating his entire length in one go.

The slurping sounds under the table suddenly got louder, making Y/n panic and talk a bit louder than he had liked to again.

"I REALLY LOVED THE D-DRESSING ON THE S-SALAD. THE OCTOPUS WAS REALLY GREAT, TOO. PLEASE THANK THE CHEF FOR ME!", he said while smiling nervously.

"Oh that's great. Where's the girl you came with? Did she stand you up? I can keep you company if you'd like to?"

The slurping intensified as Yeji, probably out of jealousy or maybe even wishing to get caught, started giving him the best blowjob he had ever gotten, just as a reminder who he belonged to, as he felt himself getting closer and closer, his length throbbing harder with each passing second.

"NO- no, she just went to the bathroom, thank you", he told her smiling as the slurping noises suddenly stopped, curtesy of Y/n grabbing Yeji by the hair and pressing her face down as far as possible, inserting his entire dick into her throat and pumping a tsunami of thick spurts and ropes of cum straight into her stomach.

The waitress went away, a sad smile on her face, before Y/n let Yeji go and she slowly got out from under the table. Her lips were even glossier than before, a sly smirk on her face once again as she used one finger to collect all the cum which spilled out of her mouth before looking Y/n straight into the eyes and swallowing.

Something snapped inside Y/n as he stood up and grabbed Yeji by the hand and led her to the bathroom, his diner long forgotten. He scanned the area quickly before entering and immediately pushing Yeji into one of the stalls and closing the door, locking it before getting started.

She jumped onto him, his arms catching her and immediately grabbing her ass, squeezing it hard, making her moan into his mouth. Y/n took advantage of this and slid his tongue into her mouth, sucking on it while exploring her mouth. Her hands locked behind his neck as she gave him complete control over the situations.

Their make out session soon escalated as Y/n slid his hand into the slit in Yeji's dress, playing with her pussy, teasing her slit while she whined into his mouth, begging him to put his fingers inside her already. He continued grabbing her thighs, circling her labia and slowly teasing her clit before suddenly sliding one finger in and curling it, immediately finding her g spot and abusing it, making her legs shudder as she lost all strength in them and almost fell if not for Y/n's arm still somewhat holding her.

He continued his attack, his other hand now grabbing onto her breasts as he started pinching her nipples and kneading her breasts, making her breath hitch and become even more uneven, filling the bathroom with quick breaths, high pitched moans and low whines. The stimulation soon became too much to handle as Yeji's legs trembled again and she tightened around her lovers fingers, creaming all over them while dripping juices onto the floor.

Y/n immediately took his dick out, it being already hard due to both the public foot- and blowjob from before and the foreplay from now, a layer of Yeji's saliva still coating it before turning his lover around and pressing her gorgeous face against the door of the stall. He aligned himself with her tight entrance as he teased her, sliding it across her wet slit and tight asshole before slowly inserting it before suddenly-

The door opened, Yeji almost stopped breathing as two women entered the room and started talking.

"Did you see the cute guy who walked in earlier?"

"The one with the black suit? Yeah he's so fucking handsome. Too bad he wasn't alone, though."

"Right? He looked like a fucking idol or an actor or something. Like he looked RICH RICH. That girl is so lucky."

"I knowwwww. She doesn't deserve him. Did you see how long he was alone? She just left him there. I gave him my number, hopefully he'll call me."

"Yah unnie you can't just go for someone's man like that! That's bad karma-"

"AGHHHH", Yeji moaned on accident as Y/n's large and thick cock entered her pussy. She immediately put her hand over her mouth, wishing and praying to any god willing to help her that the two women didn't hear her.

"Are you okay in there?", one of them asked

'Fuck', Yeji thought to herself

"Ye-yes, I'm t-totally fin-e. I just dr-dropped my pho-NE", Yeji told them, hoping that it was enough.

"Are you sure? You sounded almost scared-"

"I'M FINE- I mean I'm fine, do-n't w-worry. T-Thank you-URGH for your conc-cern", Yeji said, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as Y/n hit her sweet spot continuously.

"Let's go girl. I'm pretty sure Mr. Handsome is still alone. Maybe if we approach him together he'll be willing to go out with me- I mean us."

Yeji held her breath as she heard the footsteps getting quieter until she heard the sound of the door closing and she finally let out the moan she had been holding in.

Y/n continued fucking her, now harder than before as the whole stall appeared to shake. He slapped her ass with every thrust, his hand print now being on her left and right ass cheek in a bright red. With each slap her pussy tightened around him, her walls milking him harder and harder, begging for his balls to empty every last drop inside her. The floor was wet, a large puddle of Yeji's juices forming between her legs, curtesy of her first and second orgasm.

Y/n grabbed a chunk of her hair, twisting it a few times around his hand, making a makeshift ponytail before pulling it and making her arch her back even more. Yeji looked up to Y/n as he leaned over and kissed her sloppily, hungrily and filled with lust. Their thrusts matched, with Y/n thrusting forward while Yeji backed her ass onto his crotch in circular motions, twerking on his cock.

Y/n took his other hand, his fingers finding their way into Yeji's mouth as she sucked on them before suddenly, the door opened again.

"Honestly how do you even lose your phone? What if we had found the cute guy? How were you planning on asking him-"

"Found it!"

Yeji's mouth suddenly had a hand in front of it as Y/n muffled her moans. He leaned over and started whispering into her ear.

"I'm gonna take my hand away now and you'll replace it with yours. Don't make a sound, atleast not yet, okay?", he told her as she could only nod.

He took away his hand as the two waitresses continued talking in the background. Y/n let go of Yeji's hair, instead using one of his hands to toy with her clit. Yeji fell over, only barely supporting her weight onto the door of the stall while tightly pressing her hand against her mouth as to not make a sound. Y/n drew circles around her sensitive knob and just as Yeji thought it couldn't get any better, or in this case worse, she suddenly felt pressure against her tight asshole.

Yeji turned back, seeing Y/n with a sadistic smirk as he slowly pressed his thumb further and further into his girlfriends backside. She leaned over against the wall once more, barely able to contain her moans before she suddenly felt a presence behind her.

"You want to cum, don't you Yeji? Imagine how you'd have to explain your noises to the two waitresses. What would you say? What would they say after seeing an idol like you getting fucked in a bathroom like a slut?", Y/n whispered.

Yeji tightened around him at the thought of those words. Her walls clamped around him even more than before, making it hard to go in and out of her. Her body was shaking, hard, as she did everything to delay the inevitable.

"I want you to cum, Yeji.", Y/n whispered but was met with a shaking head from the brunette under him.

Y/n continued thrusting, deep and hard, going deeper and deeper with each thrust before he felt a familiar feeling inside his core, the warm feeling spreading through his body like a warm tea on a cold day. His dick throbbed as Yeji's eyes widened. He erupted inside her as Yeji's eyes rolled into the back of her skull, a loud moan escaping her mouth as she now didn't give a fuck anymore about who heard her. Her tongue hung out of her mouth as her walls tightened one last time around her lovers dick before squirting and creating an even bigger puddle, spraying her love juices onto the floor. Her insides continued being painted over by her boyfriends sperm as her whole body shook, her legs almost giving out entirely while she held onto the walls of the stall for support.

The pair stood there for a few seconds as Y/n unloaded rope after rope into Yeji's guts, finally leaving her insides with a satisfied groan as he saw cum dripping out of her pussy and joining her juices on the floor.

Yeji turned around, smiling at her boyfriend before closing the distance and kissing him again. The pair dressed up again and slowly opened the stall, looking around to see if anyone was there before realizing that they had been alone, probably for a while now, their ecstasy having blended out the sound of the bathroom door closing.

They left the bathroom and walked back towards their seats, the food now cold as they called up a waiter and asked for both the bill and for them to put their food into a bag to go.

They soon were out of the restaurant and entered the car, peacefully driving back home before Y/n suddenly felt his belt being unbuckled as he looked down and saw Yeji leaning over and arching her back.

It sure was going to be a long drive home.

[look-at-the-soul]

Behind the scenes- Peaky Blinders (Part 1)

Cillian Murphy x reader

BTS master list

Request

A/N: I wrote this to celebrate the 10th anniversary of the series… right on time before this day ends! I had to cut it into two parts because it got a bit longer… there are no words enough to thank each of you (the peaky fam) for what writing and reading has given me. This little project is really really special and I want to thank @notyour-valentine for tagging me in this request a while ago, thank you for your generosity Val, there’s a little gift between the lines for you. And for the help you provided for another part related to horses♥️

But also @heidimoreton for creating this gorgeous moodboard to go with this story! And my dear @holacia3 for the help you gave me too about horses and @forbidden-forest-witch this is for your belated birthday and the little surprise♥️

Word count: 4,745

✨ Summary: Join us at the stables as Cillian gets riding lessons for his iconic role as Tommy Shelby in the series Peaky Blinders. He came to learn all about horses, but he ended up falling in love not only with them.

During his career, he had played several roles, learned how to walk on heels for Breakfast on Pluto, about space for Sunshine, even played a part in a film that was close to home in “The wind that shakes the Barley” about the historic war between Northern Ireland and Great Britain.

Acting was such a treat to calm -in a way- his hyperactive mind.

He preferred to not answer what he wasn’t willing to do for a role, because he’d probably do anything.

That included riding horses. Which, in reality he wasn’t a bit familiar with.

He had never even been close to one in his life. His driving skills were so poor, how would he fucking manage an animal that big?

Yet, here he was waiting in the living room of the horses sanctuary located in a remote place of England he had never heard before.

The sighting was breathtaking, the air so pure, no city noise, it was quiet, calm, everything he was looking for before the storm started, he had never been on a series before and the mental challenges of this character was the biggest of his entire career, he had never met a man as complex and with so many layers as this Tommy Shelby he had spent weeks reading, the internal turmoil this man has been through after the war wasn’t his only problem, his background included a household with lots of family problems, taking care of his younger siblings while stepping up to build an ilegal business and endless enemies that he would encounter along the way.

Cillian was greeted by the teenager behind the desk and asked him to wait because the trainer hadn’t show up that morning and she rushed to call someone else on a radio.

“Someone will be here shortly, can I offer you something to drink in the mean time sir?”

Cillian chuckled at the sir part.

“Water would be great.”

Turning around, he was able to see through the window, finding a woman galloping at speed and coming down from the horse without really stopping with just a jump.

Seconds later, the same woman entered the reception out of breath and walked straight to the girl.

“Your horse trainer called in sick again.” Cillian heard the teenager say.

“Thanks Willow, can you help me reschedule the appointment with the bank?”

“Sure, Y/N. Will you also reschedule his sessions?” The teenager pointed at him.

Until now, Cillian had only being able to watch her from behind; petite but lean frame, she had black tight pants, riding boots and a cream jumper on, her hair up in a high pony tail cascading on her upper back.

But when she turned around, Cillian was lost for words as the most angelic face met him.

And he wasn’t one bit religious.

“Mr. Murphy nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.” She offered her hand firmly along with a smile. “Our trainer isn’t available today, please accept my apologies could we reschedule?”

He stammered, not knowing what to say.

“Y/N, you could show him how to ride too.” The teenager proposed.

“I thought you’d be on your way to school young lady.” Y/N raised her eyebrows at the girl. God she was just like her aunt.

“Whatever, I was just saying.” Getting her bag, she stormed from behind the counter. “Should I tell aunt Val dinner is cancelled?”

Oh no.

She knew that look, it was the same her aunt would give her.

“Honey don’t tell your aunt anything.”

“Bye auntie! Bye Mr. Murphy!”

“Sorry, so? I think one of our trainers comes back from a horse fair on Saturday if that day works for you.”

Leaning on the counter, Cillian decided to take a risk. There was something about her.

“I’m in a bit of a hurry, would it give you a lot of trouble if you show me?”

“Not at all! I just thought you wanted a professional trainer that’s all.”

He smiled and for an instant, Y/N’s heart skipped a beat.

“Right, well… follow me this way.” She lead the way outside of the property. “Is this some kind of bucket list thing?” Mondays were usually quiet days at the sanctuary, nothing like the weekends when they were usually packed.

Cillian walked next to her, hands inside his pockets. Unsure about how much to reveal.

“I need to learn how to ride.” He chuckled a little, the script was phenomenal and he was extremely excited about it, but until now he wasn’t able to talk about the project.

Y/N guided him towards the stables, he had seen a few in movies or the telly, but being there in person, it was another story, it was huge and his heart got too excited as his eyes found the horses.

“Do you’ve a particular preference for a horse?” Y/N asked curious about the hermetic man before her.

“Racehorses.”

Y/N turned around slowly to look at him. There was a subtle accent different from his voice, but she brushed it away.

Cillian tried to clear his throat, aware of the voice tone he just used, he was still practicing the accent and mannerisms he had been building over this new character.

“Okay… I can’t let you ride a racehorse if you’ve never been on a horse.”

“Why not?”

“Look, horses are just like people, they’ve their own temper, feelings, the know when we’re scared or aggressive, we don’t mess around them… I’d suggest you start with a gentle horse first.”

“You seem to know a lot about them.” Cillian observed the way she was caressing one as they walked.

“I grew up in this place, my grandparents started this sanctuary, my mother was the only child and she kept the family business, then it was my time to take over.”

“How long have you been running this place?”

“Since I was eighteen.” Y/N admitted. “This is Sally, she’s a good girl.”

Cillian observed Y/N’s moves, the way she approached the horses. And she showed him the right way to caress the animal.

“Can I touch her?”

Bringing the hose to her by the muzzle, she giggled. “She says you can.”

“What else does she says?” It felt soft and he noticed the way Sally was moving her ears.

“That she doesn’t believe you, horses are one of the most intelligent creatures.”

Cillian chuckled, accepting the snack Y/N brought over. He was fascinated by the level of trust she showed with each animal, the way each of them reacted, it was so true, as he was noticing little differences in each horse as their own personalities, it was amazing and as Y/N shared more details about the place with him, he found it was impossible to keep lying to her, she had such an energy that was so inviting, giving him a lot of comfort.

Y/N introduced him to all of the horses, caressing each of them, mentioning little details about their personalities or a couple of qualities. She seemed to know them all well and Cillian was marveled by the way each horse behaved with her. Y/N spent a good amount of time explaining him some of the basics.

“I think I learned how to ride a horse before I started walking, all my childhood I was eager to get out of school to come home and run straight to the stables. They’ve been with me through my worst moments, they own such a healing power humans do not understand about, they’re pure creatures… sorry, I’m boring you.” She mumbled feeling her cheeks burn.

“Not at all, I find it fascinating… the way you talk to them and about them, it’s magical.”

“Y/N! The foal is coming early!”

Y/N’s face went blank they still had a few week left. Turning to Cillian she apologized, but she needed to be there, so she asked Jonah the guy how took care of the saddles to show Cillian around while she was gone, but it could be hours.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine, I’m staying at the small bed and breakfast that’s close.”

And he saw her run out of the stables, Jonah explained to him they built a small facility to those special occasions. The boy around his early twenties showed him the racks full of saddles and other equipment they used, he was surprised by all of the things they had around to use with the horses.

It was until around nine o clock when Y/N came down from the stairs, after taking a long bath, she had been so tired helping in the delivery that she just wanted a cup of tea and head off to sleep.

“Jesus, what are you doing here?” She gasped closing the robe tight against her body, she wasn’t expecting to find Cillian sitting by the window.

“Well I asked if I could use the books you’ve here and they said it was alright.” He smiled gently pointing at the pile of books he placed on the table next to him, an empty cup in the corner.

“You’ve been here reading since I left the stables?”

He chuckled a little, not aware of the track of time, he had been reading. “Yes, they’re fascinating.” He debated himself whether revealing her the truth or not.

Y/N threw him a puzzled look.

“You live here? Upstairs I mean.”

She nodded. “Yes, the house was so big so I turned the first floor into the main offices, the kitchen is in the back if you need anything.”

“Thanks, I’ve been looking around at the portraits, hope you don’t mind.”

Just as Y/N was about to answer him, a loud thunder echoed through the property. it was so loud it felt like the house would come crashing down. The sound of droplets of rain against the windows followed right after.

“I’d love to stay and talk about the books with you but I really need to go.” Y/N explained just as she rushed upstairs to get changed when she came back down a few minutes later, he noticed her hair was pulled back in a loose braid, cascading down her back.

“Wait.” Cillian stopped her placing his hand on her arm, “can I come with you?”

She was unsure because of his lack of knowledge, but Cillian seemed to read her mind. “I promise to stay back.”

“Okay.” She nodded and offered a rain jacket from the small closet next to the door.

“Is everything alright?” Cillian asked her with curiosity after getting in her vehicle to protect themselves from the heavy rain.

“It’s one of my horses… he gets pretty scary of this terrible weather.” She explained absently, holding the steering wheel with such force that made her knuckles turn white.

“Tell me about him.”

“Thunder is… special, he was born on a night like this and I know doing this sounds ridiculous, but how can I stand there and do nothing?”

She looked at him for an instant, all of her feelings right there in the surface for him to see and read. Cillian nodded, fighting against the lump on his throat that formed after detecting the passion in her voice.

In silence, Cillian followed Y/N inside the barn rushing immediately towards Thunder.

“There it is my good boy.” She started caressing the horse by the muzzle, gently. The horse was extremely agitated. “Everything’s fine… just a loud noise, you know that.”

Cillian found himself staring at her, unable to look anywhere else, he was under some kind of spell.

“Shh, shh.” She held the horse by the curb rein, -he now knew some of the horsemanship-. “Listen to me, Thunder.”

Marveled by her tactics and control over the horse, he couldn’t help it but start whispering a Romany poem he recently learned as part of the script for the series he was working in. Locking eyes with the beautiful animal, he felt like time stood still, it was as if the horse was going through every layer of his mind and soul and the rest of his surroundings faded away. Eventually, the horse started to give in, coming to a calm state.

“What did you do?” Y/N asked squinting her eyes. “It takes me ages to calm him down.”

Cillian shook his head, realizing the deep connection with the horse was gone but it was impossible to explain that it wasn’t him… it was his character’s nature. It was in his blood.

“It’s a poem.” He admitted quietly noticing the storm was coming down.

“In a foreign langua-?

“Thunder!” A boy stormed through the barn directly in the horse’s corral.

“Arlo what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be sleeping.”

“I thought Thunder might get scared.” He argued, poking his head in to make sure the horse was safe.

“You’re not allowed to come here by yourself in the middle of the night.” She argued.

“But Muuuum!”

Cillian’s heart skipped a beat.

“No buts, Thunder is perfectly fine.” She transformed into a completely different person. “We’re going back to the house right now.”

“Who are you?” Arlo gave him a look, a serious one.

“I’m showing him to ride a horse, focus… on the truck now.” She then turned to look at Cillian. “The only road that could take you to the b&b is probably stuck, it would be better if you stay at the house tonight.”

He wanted to argue, but judging by the intensity of the storm, she was right.

“Sure, thanks.”

She touched the horse’s nose a few times before closing the gate. Cillian followed them in silence, still moved about what just happened with that horse.

“How long are you staying?” Arlo asked Cillian from the back seat.

“A week.”

“What’s your favorite horse?” The kid asked.

“Arlo, it’s late and Mr. Murphy is probably tired.”

He shook his head. “Just Cillian please and it’s fine.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as she saw Cillian giving her a wink and tilting his head.

Parking the truck, Arlo flew inside the house, leaving a wet patch on the floor of his footsteps.

“Boots and bed.” Y/N instructed with a firm voice. “You can stop by tomorrow morning to meet the new Filly.” Cillian saw her kissing the top of the kid’s head and the hint of a smile spread on her lips. “Sorry about that.”

“He looks like you. Must be awesome to have them help you around.”

Y/N made a face. “Them?”

“Arlo and his father?” Cillian asked in confusion.

And now she was moving her head from left to right. “There’s no father around, he left us after learning I was pregnant.” Y/N looked towards the stairs where her son disappeared a few minutes ago, shuddering. “Can I offer you some tea? It’s cold.”

“‘M sorry… shouldn’t have assumed.”

Brushing off the topic, she started the kettle and Cillian went back to feel extremely comfortable around her. And considering the personal revelation she just shared with him, he needed to be honest in return.

“I’m working in a project that involves horses, but like such a real passion for horses.” He ended up confessing after meeting all of them.

“That sounds interesting.” She admitted but decided to not ask further.

“Yeah,” Cillian ran his hand over the back of his neck. “I need you to show me everything about them… please. I’m portraying a character that involves a man that used to be in love with them, horses are a huge part of this man’s soul, it’s for a BBC series.”

Y/N turned with two cups in her hands, her mind trying to register his words.

“I-I’m an actor.” Cillian revealed after an instant. “But I need you to keep this between us because I signed a confidentiality contract and I could get kicked out of it.”

“Goodness I’m sorry, thought I had seen you before but I couldn’t remember where,” an adorable blush turned her cheeks pink, “I hope you understand I don’t go to the movies a lot, my whole life is this sanctuary and my son…”

“Please don’t even say it.” He chuckled. “I actually prefer it that way.”

“I think the last movie I saw you in…” Y/N stared into the ceiling thinking about it, “was it Inception? Probably.”

Cillian smiled and he lighted the entire kitchen with it.

“Yeah.”

Pouring both cups, Cillian stood up to take them from her hands.

“So uhhm… this project? Why exactly do you need a racehorse?” She asked cautiously.

“My character is a bookmaker, he arranges races… it’s placed in 1919 so he moved around horses after World War I. It’s quite interesting.” Cillian raised his eyebrows in appreciation for the tea after taking a sip. “Fascinating actually.”

“Definitely sounds intriguing.” Y/N admitted leaning her elbow on the table.

“As soon as I started reading the script I was attracted into his world.” He smiled, revering when he got the call for the audition. “Sorry I don’t want to keep you up.”

“It’s fine, I’ll stay for a little longer checking some paperwork.” Her thumb rubbed a chip in her mug. “So would it be okay if I show you everything? From brushing the horse, how to hook the saddle? The way you should approach one?”

Leaning back, Cillian looked at her with his head tilted to the side. “I actually need to learn how to ride bareback.”

****

The following morning, Y/N was preparing the lunchbox for Arlo when a deep voice startled her.

“Good morning.” Cillian saw the little jump she did.

“Hello, did you sleep well?”

Nodding, he smiled in her direction. “Thank you for the accommodation, much better than the B&B.”

“So! I just came here to check the new-” Val announced from the front door just as Arlo stormed into the kitchen but she cut herself when she spotted a man in the corner, “horse, but I see you’re busy.” She replied looking at you. “Just wanted to say it’s highly approved by the comitee. Hello, I’m Val.” She greeted Cillian.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Val…” Y/N added as a warning, knowing how Val was.

“What? It fills all the requirements… great breed, elegance, experience.” She made an OK with her hand.

“Val.” Y/N repeated. “Arlo go or you will be late for school.” She kissed the kid goodbye and felt Val’s eyes on her.

Of course her best friend wasn’t talking about a goddamn horse!

“How about I see you later today? I’m about to get a bit busy.” Y/N asked, she needed to get her friend out of her house before she could keep talking about Cillian as if he was a horse. “We’ve a riding lesson about to start.”

“Have a great time at the barn!” Val gave her a look before leaving them.

After a quick breakfast, Y/N gave him a pair of high boots and introduced Cillian to the different tools they used with the horses.

“To check the heel, you have to take your horse from here.” Y/N showed him how to carefully bend the horse’s leg. “It’s important to let them know that you know what you’re doing. They’re very sensitive.”

Cillian watched intensely every single move she made, how her tone was soft while she had a firm grip on the horse. He couldn’t get to move his eyes from her as she used one of the many tools to brush the mare’s neck.

“They also love to get petted.” Y/N added as she noticed Cillian got quiet. “Would you like to give it a try?”

Finally snapping from his trance, he took the brush and tentatively started to brush the mare.

“She likes that.” Y/N encouraged him noticing the little noises Goldie was making.

“She’s beautiful.” Cillian complimented.

“One of the most gentle ones I’ve seen so far.” Y/N caressed the mare from the other side, giving Cillian space to get comfortable around Goldie. “Her owner, Cia is a great friend and client.”

“And I assume the name is because of the color?” Cillian asked with interest, toiling the soft texture of Goldie.

Y/N nodded profusely.

“She’s recovering from an injury so well, now just needs some rest and she’ll be able to go back on the road in no time.” Cillian noticed the way she whispered to Goldie, looking straight into her eyes.

And she showed him how to get Goldie saddled, adding important tips and tricks to do it right, how to do it properly. It took him a few tries to do it right, but Y/N was so patient, she even admitted that was a virtue she had to thank the horses for.

“Y/N I’m sorry for not coming yesterday.” A woman approached them. “They said I could find you here.”

“Brie don’t worry, is everything alright?” Y/N asked while she eyed Cillian from the corner of her eyes.

That’s when Bries’s eyes sparkled. “Yes! Oh! Y/N… I’ve something to tell you.”

Cillian didn’t even look at them, he was totally engrossed on Goldie, all of his senses on brushing the mare, carefully to not stand behind her just like Y/N instructed. She had been answering all of his endless questions.

“Brie what’s happening?” Y/N looked at her horse trainer with curiosity.

“I just found out I’m pregnant!” She explained with excitement, unable to contain it or hide it any longer.

Y/N pulled her for a tight hug. “Brie, congratulations! This is the best news.”

There were tears in her eyes. “That’s why I couldn’t make it yesterday, I got morning sick and stayed in bed all day. But everything is perfect!”

Y/N couldn’t be happier, by the corner of his eyes, Cillian noticed the genuine smile on her face.

“Okay, so how about you go into the office and help me with the paperwork? I will be in charge for the training from now.” Y/N wrapped her arm around Brie and gave her a tender squeeze. “Made some sandwiches, help yourself.”

“That’s delicious! I brought some chips because, well cravings!” She chuckled giving Cillian a quick glance, it had been ages ago when Y/N went to the barn to give riding lessons.

Turning again towards Cillian, Y/N noticed how good he was, and he learned fast. “You’re a natural.”

Cillian smiled pleased with his improvement, he couldn’t wait to get on the horse.

“Got the best trainer to teach me.”

As time was flying, she noticed it was almost time for Arlo to come back home. “Look, how about we take a break? I need to make lunch for my son but you can join us if you want.”

“I don’t want to disturb your dynamic, Y/N.”

Y/N shook her head. “Non of that.” After caressing the horse’s ears, she added; “come have lunch with us.”

Leaving the boots right next to Y/N’s, Cillian changed into his shoes as they walked into the kitchen, finding Brie with her back at them.

“I hope you don’t mind, I made some pasta.” She smiled at them. “Enough for all of us.”

“Brie you’re going to spoil me just like that baby with some delicious food all the time? I mightjustb open the guest bedrooms and rent them.” Y/N joked leaning over the pot, the smell made her stomach growl.

“Well given the financial circumstances that isn’t a bad idea.” Brie admitted.

“Congratulations.” Added Cillian from the corner of the kitchen.

“Thank you!”

“Mum! I’ve already chose a name for the filly!” Arlo’s voice resonated from the entrance.

“Hello, good evening to you too, can you show some modals please?”

“Hello!” Arlo went to wash his hands and started helping his Mum set the table, Cillian offered to assist the kid. “Do you like riding?”

Looking at him, Cillian nodded. “I’m hoping I won’t be an embarrassment.”

“It’s easy!”

Cillian chuckled at him. “You say that because you were born riding.”

“Are you friends with my Mum? Does it means you’re my friend too?”Arlo gave him a hopeful look. Cillian answered him with a nod. “She needs some.”

Catching the last part of the conversation only Y/N approached them with the food, Brie following her steps.

“I need you to not bother our guests.” She answered and disheveled his hair playfully.

“Y/N I was thinking on what you said.” Cillian looked at her cautiously. “If you want of course… I could pay you and stay here instead of the B&B.”

“Are you sure?” Y/N asked considering his offer.

He nodded. “I rather stay here and use the driving time from there to here and back in learning more.” Deep down he loved the familiar energy.

“Mum, say yes! I can show Cillian my cars collection!” Arlo suggested excited.

“Well, yes. How can I say no?” She accepted earning a round of happy chants from everyone.

By the end of the day Cillian learned how to get the horse saddled, it was so important to hold it firmly in place. But also he learned to listen to the horse, he needed to make sure the horse was comfortable. Y/N suggested they could go for a walk and take the horses, it was extremely important for Cillian to learn to control the horse while being on the ground first to then be able to ride one.

The following day, they spent a good amount of time working on showing Cillian how to get on the horse, it took several attempts. It was harder than Y/N made it look. But Cillian was determined to give all of him. And more than once, he found himself staring at her until she motioned him to get closer to have a better look and he’d snap out from his trance.

In just a few days he realized Y/N had a very kind heart judging by the way she treated the horses, she showed them respect and loved them with every fiber in her body. The work she did was admirable, being right there away from everything and everyone allowed him to really understand a fundamental part of his character.

By the third day in the facility, Cia paid Goldie a visit, she wanted to take her mare back home but Y/N suggested waiting a few more days until she was fully recovered. While Y/N walked Cia to her vehicle, Cillian decided to stop by Thunder’s corral.

“Hello! Is Y/N around?” Val approached him. “Arlo said she was here.”

“She went to walk Cia out after checking her mare.”

Val doubted whether to ask him directly or not, but she knew her friend better than anyone. “I hope you don’t find me or what I’m about to say rude… but I’ve seen the way you look at her, Brie says Y/N is smiling again, something she hasn’t done much apart from Arlo of course. Do you like her?”

Cillian took a step back, surprised by Val’s sharp eye. But he ended up nodding.

“Don’t look at me like I grew another head, I care about her but I also know she has been disappointed and hurt before,” Cillian looked down, not knowing what to do or say, “she likes you, secretly.”

Val’s words made him snap his head up to look at her.

“She does, I can see it in her eyes… so all I ask is give her time, slowly just like you would start riding a horse, you don’t go galloping after getting on them. She’s like a wild horse after getting kicked so many times, she acts on defensive mode but underneath she’s a softy.”

And just as she arrived, she left, leaving Cillian alone to face an avalanche to a door he closed because when he signed the contract for the Peaky Blinders series, he decided to end the relationship he was in and making the firm decision that he’d focus on this project only.

But sometimes, life has a different plan than yours.

“I came here willing to learn how to ride, but I think I’m getting so much more than that.” Cillian confessed to the thorough, extending his hand to caress the horse’s muzzle.

***

Part 2

A/N: Nothing, just THANK YOU! ✨♥️🚬🥃

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[tiannasfanfic]

Eddie’s Easter Bucket

Eddie Munson x Reader (Fluff)

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Summary: Not long after receiving custody of his 12 year old nephew, Eddie, Wayne Munson soon finds himself inventing a new family tradition for Easter.

Rating: General Audiences

Author Note: Gender neutral reader, they/them pronouns (if any). Written for the Easter Event on the Eddie's Sluts Discord Server.

CW: None, just pure fluff.

Word Count: 1,453

For most of Eddie’s childhood, holidays were not really celebrated. With his mom gone and his dad always on the wrong side of the law, there wasn’t anyone around to make them into anything special.

Wayne picked up on this fairly early on after his nephew came to live with him. Outside of looking forward to the time off he got from school, Eddie was excited by little else. Even Christmas, normally the one holiday kids were the most rabid over, was barely a blip on the boy’s radar until Wayne surprised him with three small presents he managed to scrape up the money for.

Now that broke Wayne’s heart. Even with as dysfunctional as he and Ed’s parents were, holidays were always marked by some sort of acknowledgment, even if it was just something small. He decided right then that he would always do what he could to make holidays special for the boy.

Outside of Christmas and Eddie’s birthday, the other holiday Wayne liked to splurge on was Easter. Eddie had a bit of a sweet tooth and some of his favorite candies came out only during that time of year. So, as soon as Christmas was over, Wayne started setting money aside and soon a new Munson tradition was born: The Easter Bucket.

Initially, he was going to get Eddie an Easter basket, but when he went looking for one that first Easter with his nephew, he was shocked by just how much they cost. He had only expected them to be a dollar or two at most and didn’t have enough saved for both a basket AND the stuff to put in it. Finding himself in an unexpected predicament, Wayne started trying to think of a cheaper alternative to a basket.

Buckets, he suddenly realized, were free if you knew where to look. And he did know exactly where to look. Wayne was easily able to find a small plastic bucket that once contained roof nails, cleaned it up and used that instead.

Inside the bucket, Wayne shredded up some newspaper to act as Easter grass. Nestled in the shredded paper was a small chocolate bunny, a small bag of jelly beans, two Cadbury eggs and two Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs. While the Cadbury and Reese’s were Eddie’s favorites, Wayne didn’t feel right not getting him a chocolate bunny and jelly beans, which had been the small Easter tradition when he was growing up. Both him and Eddie’s dad would get a small bag of jelly beans each and a small chocolate bunny to share.

Remembering those childhood Easter’s as he was assembling the bucket, Wayne couldn’t help but chuckle. These were some of his few good childhood memories. Since Ed was the older of the two, he usually ended up with most of the chocolate bunny, which always caused an argument which left someone crying.

“Damnit, boys!” Wayne recalled his mother’s voice griping at the two of them. “If you don’t cut out that damn fighting, y’all aren’t getting one next year!”

That always got them to calm down real fast.

Since Eddie was already 12 years old when he came to live with his uncle, Wayne wasn’t sure if the boy would even like the Easter Bucket. He knew there was the possibility that his nephew would claim to be too old for Easter.

But, instead, Eddie was very excited when he woke up on Easter morning to find the bucket his uncle had snuck onto his desk while he slept. It really caught Wayne off guard when his nephew came barreling out of his room to tackle him in a bear hug of thanks, not used to sudden bursts of affection from the boy, but it also made his day.

Every year after that, at some point on Easter, Eddie would find that same bucket sitting on his desk. While it would always have the same standard items that were in there year after year, some years there might be an extra Cadbury Egg or maybe something new if Wayne had a little extra money when Easter rolled around. One year, there was a bag of Reese’s Pieces added to the bucket. Another year, it was a Hershey’s chocolate bar. It just varied.

Once Eddie was in high school, Wayne figured it was only a matter of time before his nephew really did claim to be too old for Easter. But the Easter Bucket after freshman year was met with the same bear hug of thanks that it always was. Wayne saw no harm in continuing on with the little tradition since he rather enjoyed it himself, too, and so he kept at it.

Easter weekend of 1987 ended up bringing some momentous changes to the Munson household.

Eddie was moving out of the trailer and into your apartment with you.

The two of you had met at a party the previous spring break and immediately hit it off. It didn’t take long before you were dating and virtually inseparable outside of work. You were a perfect match. Now it was time for the next step of your relationship.

On Friday, you and Eddie finished packing his stuff, then stayed the night at the trailer to get an early start. The next day, Wayne helped out and, between his truck, Eddie’s van, and your car, almost everything got moved over within just a few hours.

Since Wayne was working a double on the holiday for the extra money and he needed to get some rest, the three of you stopped for the day by midafternoon. After a dinner of pizza freshly delivered from the Hut, Wayne went home for an early night and the two of you started unpacking Eddie’s things.

By the time you and your boyfriend got over to the trailer on Sunday to get the last of his things, Wayne had already left for work. But as soon as Eddie walked into his old room to finish packing, his eyes landed on his old dresser and he broke into a grin.

Just like every year on Easter, there on the top of the dresser was Eddie’s Easter Bucket.

But, unlike the years prior, there was a second, newer looking bucket sitting next to his.

The grin on Eddie’s face was replaced by a look of confusion. He walked over to the dresser and curiously looked inside the second bucket. It took him a second to register what he was seeing, but when he did, his face broke into a delighted smile.

“Hey Y/N?” he called over his shoulder towards the living room. “C’mere a minute!”

A few moments later, you came up the hall and into the bedroom.

“What’s up?” you asked.

Eddie stepped aside so you could see the dresser and he gestured towards the second bucket.

“Uncle Wayne left something for you,” he said, a happy smile on his face.

Curious yourself now, you walked over to the dresser and looked inside the buckets. While Eddie had told you about the traditional Easter Bucket, seeing the bucket wasn’t a surprise, but just like him, you were surprised by the second bucket.

Both of the buckets contained a chocolate bunny and a bag of jellybeans, one bucket had some of Eddie’s favorite candy tucked in the shredded newspaper, and the other contained some of your favorites.

You blinked in surprise, then looked up at Eddie’s beaming face.

“How did he know?” you asked.

“Uncle Wayne asked me what kind of candy you liked a few months back,” he said, eyes shining. “I forgot about it until now when I saw the bucket.”

With wide eyes you looked back down at the contents of bucket. You felt your cheeks heating up with a blush at Wayne’s gesture.

At the beginning of you and Eddie’s relationship, his uncle had initially been wary of you. Over the years, Wayne had become a bit protective of his nephew, especially once the bullying by the town got bad. Sometimes that resulted in him coming across as cold towards you. Despite Eddie’s reassurances to the contrary, you worried that Wayne didn’t like you and didn’t approve of the relationship.

Presently, your boyfriend gently elbowed you in the ribs.

“See?” Eddie said, his voice happy and excited. “Told ya. It just takes him a bit to warm up to people. He was the same way with the guys in the band until he got to know them better.”

Still speechless, you looked up at Eddie with a dumbfounded expression on your face that made him chuckle. He wrapped his arms around you then and pulled you in for a hug before kissing you on the forehead.

“Happy Easter, sweetheart," he said, squeezing you tightly. "And welcome to the Munson family."

Eddie Munson Taglist: @eddie-swhore @bmunson86 @tayhar811

[creedslove]

just saw ur response, it’s ok mamacita 👌😗. I had my birthday like 3 days ago and would love a lil celebration with Joel and the fam, u can take as much creative liberty as u want I just want to be surprised ☺️. Hugs and kisses 😚 - 👹

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: omg baby!!!! Happy birthday!! I wish you all the best my beautiful angel and I hope you had an amazing one! I hope Joel made a special appearance at your party lmaof xD

• okay I'll start by standing my position Joel Miller is all for waking you up by giving you birthday head which means you'll start your special day by being eaten out by him

• you will be having sweet dreams and then suddenly you'll feel that delicious scrapping beard between your thighs and that delicious knot in your lower belly and once you open your eyes you find him there, his messy curls are the only thing you can reach and pull even closer

• when you cum, he will grin at you with his lips soaked with your juices and peck your lips wishing you a happy birthday

• once you are fully recovered, fresh out of the shower, he would bring you breakfast in bed OR he would have a nice breakfast plate set downstairs in the kitchen with the help of Sarah; she would make sure to make you some very nice pancakes, with colorful sprinkles and a small candle on top because she knows she can't trust her dad to bring a cake 👀

• then, if you have to work then you have to work :( but if you are lucky enough to have a day off during your birthday for whatever reason, Joel will treat you to whatever you wanna do

• wanna relax by the pool on your birthday? done! wanna go on a short day trip? also done! wanna go shopping at the mall for things for yourself? done ✅ you can choose ANYTHING you want, and Joel will find a way to give you, because you matter so much to him

• of course he would give you a gift, and that can vary from what you might want or need, I see Joel as being a practical gifter, which means that if you need a new pair of sneakers, or a sweater he'll give you one, but he can also spoil you by giving you a new dress, maybe a cute necklace or a pair of earrings and a bouquet of flowers

• I don't see Joel as the party kind of guy, so I'm sure he would probably take you out for dinner, just the two of you, get your favorite food and spend some romantic time together

• but once you get home, there's a surprise party waiting for you, because Joel might not be much of parties but it's your birthday and he will do anything in his power to make you happy, so while you and him were out, Tommy and Sarah took care of everything at home

• and no, he didn't forget to bring the cake this time, and not only that, he got the cake and some other small pastries too

• he would pull you to dance with him during the party, some slow songs playing in the background as he's got his hands around you and your forehead against his

• when the party ends, he will absolutely forbid you from cleaning things up, leaving it to him, Tommy and Sarah

• and once you go to bed, he shows you how much he appreciates you and how glad he is you were born ❤️

____

[shinobuscanonwife]

muichiro, giyuu, kyojuro, and perhaps maybe sabito and they have to go on a mission that happens to occur during their s/o's birthday? how would they react and would they tell their s/o about it? if they do, how would they do it? this was burning on my mind for so so so so so long TvT

Kyojuro

He feels so bad :( he tries literally everything he can do to get the master to pick someone else to go and while Kagaya feels awful for sending him all the other hashira were busy. He literally comes to you with the biggest frown on his face and tells you that he'll be gone for your birthday. He apologizes about 30 times and while you were upset you couldn't spend your birthday with your boyfriend you understood that he couldn't do anything about it. You both end up celebrating your a birthday a day before he leaves and he writes you multiple letters while he's gone wishing you a happy birthday and promising when he gets back he'll take you some place special.

Sabito

He's disappointed. He loves spending time with you on special events like this one and he felt really bad for missing your birthday. He apologizes and promises to spend all day with you when he gets back. He tries to be quick with the mission so maybe he can get back to you on your birthday but the demon that he was fighting was being difficult and he didn't make it. Even if you assured him you weren't mad at him he still felt awful and came and cuddled you as soon as he got home.

Muichiro

"Oh by the way y/n before I forget I have to go on a mission early tomorrow." "Muichiro that's my birthday.." "oh :("

Is exactly how the conversation went. He tried to go to the master and explain that it was your birthday and that he had forgotten but Kagaya couldn't get another hashira to go on such short notice. He felt awful and tried to get the mission over with as quickly as possible but he had to stay and make sure the people who were attacked by the demon were alright. He celebrated your birthday with you a day late but he still felt bad and made sure to remember your birthday from now on.

Giyuu

He has never missed your birthday. Not once. Every year he has a whole day planned for you and him. So you can imagine he was really upset when he found out he had to go on a mission. He tells you almost as soon as he finds out and he apologizes and offers that when he gets back he'll plan something for you and him to do. You agreed and wished him good luck on his mission. He wrote letters to you every day he was gone wishing you a happy birthday and apologizing for missing your birthday.

Thank you for your request! Have a nice day/night

[x0x0josephinex0x0]

anniversaries | yunho

Happy holidays to anyone who celebrates! I just wanted to write something cute and fluffy and short, so I hope you enjoy. <3 Warnings: I tried to avoid gendered terms but there might be some accidents, there are pet names (love, honey), it's implied reader is kinda shorter than Yunho but no specific size parameters are mentioned.

You are a person who keeps track of dates. You know every birthday in your family, always have a plan for holidays, and make sure your coworkers feel admired and appreciated.

So it was a bit of a shock to see your boyfriend of not-quite-one year standing at your door with a little pink box wrapped up in gold ribbon, his eyes bright and excited and his cheeks flushed with the winter chill.

"Yunho!" you exclaimed, nonplussed, ushering him inside and closing the door against the cold. "What are you doing here?"

"Hi to you too," he teases, putting the cake box on the counter and extricating himself from his jacket. During the winter, Yunho is always wearing a soft, fluffy sweater -- a habit he adopted after learning that you couldn't resist burying your face in his chest when he had one on. Even now, you can't help but wrap your arms around his middle, running your hands up and down the soft fabric. "I have a gift for you. I thought I'd surprise you and drop it off."

"What's the occasion?" you ask him.

He grins. "Why don't we sit down first? I want snuggles."

You roll your eyes good-naturedly, cuddling up beside him on the couch in the living room. "What have you been up to today?" you ask him, putting one of your hands up against his cold cheek to try and warm him.

"Honestly, not that much," he says simply, leaning into your touch. "I was mostly thinking about you all day."

You laugh -- he's not usually this clingy.

Your relationship with Yunho began as a friendship that had gradually become something infinitely more. He could make you smile even on days when it was hard to get out of bed, and you also felt that he drew strength from your honesty and good humor. You could talk to him about anything. He was genuinely your very best friend. And that meant everything to you.

"Was there a reason I was on your mind today?" you ask him as he winds his arms around your waist.

"You're on my mind every day," he insists, "but today is special, yes."

"Why?"

"Because I had a very important conversation with Mingi last year that made me decide to shoot my shot."

"Really?" you ask, surprised. "I've never heard this story."

He chuckles. "Well, Mingi and I were hanging out, and we ended up talking about you like we always did because I was a miserable loser who was scared to ask you out --"

"Okay, but I was just as big of a loser as you," you remind him with a playful shove. "We were both just dancing around having that conversation, which in hindsight, is actually pretty funny --"

"Because it was really easy once we finally did it," Yunho laughs. "Yeah, I remember. But I'm telling you a story now, love."

"Sorry," you giggle, looking up at him with wide eyes and trying not to smile. Yunho thinks his heart might explode, so he continues.

"It's okay. But anyway, Mingi got fed up with me and told me if I didn't ask you out I would never even know what you might have said. The turning point was when he said, 'you either say something and maybe get rejected, or say nothing and never even have a chance.'"

You think back to the "DTR" conversation you'd had with Yunho all that time ago -- how he'd taken your hands in his and asked you if friendship was all you saw in him. You remember how his hands shook, how it was one of the few times that you'd seen him unsmiling, and you'd realized that he was as terrified as you. Somehow, that made it so much easier to confess. "Remind me to thank Mingi later," you murmur, turning toward Yunho and snuggling into him.

"It was very wise of him," Yunho agrees. "But anyway. That conversation happened a year ago today, so I wanted to celebrate." He squeezes you. "Go get the box."

Reluctantly, you untangle yourself from your boyfriend and grab the box from the counter, sitting down beside him. "Do I just open it?" you say, shaking it to see if you can hear anything from the box.

Yunho winces as you shake it. "Uh, my love," he says, his expression pained. "I don't think you should shake that."

"Why?" you ask, suddenly worried. "Was it a kitten or something?"

Yunho laughs. "No," he says. "But it shouldn't be shaken. Just open it and you'll see."

So you open it. Inside is a small cake with very smeared frosting. You can tell what it used to say, though: "Happy Mingi Day." And you're laughing.

"I was thinking we could do something nice for Mingi every year on this day," Yunho muses, taking in the mess you've made inside the box. "Should we take him his favorite snacks?"

"Of course. But we should make a pact never to explain why we're so nice to him this one day out of the year," you muse. "It'll be hilarious if he never knows why."

Yunho beams. "I love you," he says, squishing you in a huge hug with his big sweater.

"I love you more," you say. Then suddenly you realize something.

"So it actually still took you three weeks to talk to me after you had the conversation with Mingi?!"

"Water under the bridge, honey."

[bradshawsbaby]

Happy Birthday, Bradley!

Pairing: Rooster x Wife!Reader

Author’s Note: I will always be a little salty that I wasn’t able to post this on his actual birthday, but I’m so glad that the shadowban has finally been lifted! This one seems like a good one to celebrate with!

Warnings: Lots and lots of fluff, hints at some spice (nothing explicit).

- Every year, when June 27th rolls around, you make it your personal mission to spoil your husband rotten for his birthday.

- Rooster is always incredibly low-key about his birthday, and never asks for anything, but you always spend weeks planning something special for him.

- On his first birthday as your boyfriend, you got the two of you tickets to a San Diego Padres game. Rooster had mentioned several times how much he enjoyed baseball, and how he remembered his dad taking him to a few games when he was little, so he was incredibly grateful for the gift.

- “Just please tell me you didn’t have them put my name up on the jumbotron,” Rooster teased, tugging affectionately on the bill of your baseball cap.

- “No, no, of course not,” you winked, giggling when he jokingly groaned.

- What you hadn’t planned on was the two of you getting picked for the Kiss Cam. Everyone around you cheered and whistled as Rooster planted a big kiss on your lips, waving to the cameras as you blushed.

- “Happy birthday, Bradley,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he settled an arm around you to enjoy the rest of the game.

- Another year, you planned a weekend trip to Miami for the two of you, figuring it would be a perfect time to hit the beaches and soak up some sun by the pool.

- Rooster ended up wanting to spend most of the time you were there in your hotel room. But, hey, he was the birthday boy. Who were you to refuse?

- “Happy birthday, Bradley,” you giggled in between kisses, feeling like you were the one getting the gift with him as your boyfriend.

- During the year of your engagement, you knew you wouldn’t be able to do anything too extravagant since most of your money was going towards the wedding or being saved for the future. However, with help from your friends, you were able to throw a lovely surprise party at Penny’s house.

- “I promised I’d drop something off for Penny on our way to lunch,” you told him as you drove the two of you in the direction of the Benjamin household. “Come inside with me. Penny made lemonade for your birthday,” you added with a wink once you pulled up outside.

- Rooster had been genuinely shocked when he’d stepped into the house and everyone had jumped out of their hiding places with a raucous shout of “SURPRISE!”

- Though it was nothing too elaborate, Rooster had been deeply appreciative of the barbeque and yard games in celebration of his birthday. He made sure to whisper in your ear over and over again how thankful he was and how lucky he was to have a fiancee as amazingly thoughtful as you.

- “Happy birthday, Bradley,” you grinned, playfully wiping some off the frosting from his cake onto the tip of his nose. He got you back by nuzzling it across your cheek.

- On his first birthday as your husband, you surprised him with a photo album you had made of all the pictures you’d discovered among his mother’s things. There were pictures of his parents when they were children, pictures of them as a young couple, pictures from their wedding, and tons of pictures of them with Rooster as a baby. You’d also included pictures of Carole and Rooster from his graduations and sporting events growing up, as well as some pictures from your own wedding, side by side with his parents’ wedding photos.

- “God, baby, this is amazing,” Rooster told you, reverently flipping through the pages as he sat beside you on the couch. “Thank you,” he murmured, choked up as tears glistened in his eyes.

- In addition, you’d also found a company online that could convert old home videos into DVDs and digital files. So you’d sent all the Bradshaws’ home videos off just in time to be able to play them for Rooster on his birthday. You’d both cried watching Goose’s and Carole’s bright smiles fill the screen, their infectious laughter present in every take as they brought Bradley home from the hospital, took him to the beach, celebrated his first Christmas, and shared so many other special moments together as a family.

- “This is the best gift anyone has ever given me,” Rooster whispered, squeezing your hand. He’d missed the sound of his parents’ voices and now he could hear them whenever he wanted.

- Once you and Rooster started having children of your own, his birthday celebrations became simpler. You and the kids usually surprised him with breakfast in bed or made a special dinner for him.

- Every year, you help the kids make cards for their daddy and pick out gifts which you claim are from the children. Rooster always makes sure to make a big deal about everything that they give him.

- Once the kids are asleep, you make sure to give your husband a little gift of your own.

- “Mrs. Bradshaw, you have really outdone yourself this year,” he whistled on his most recent birthday, smiling widely at the lingerie set you’d picked out just for the occasion. Lifting you up into his arms, he kissed you fervently as he turned and gently laid you down on the bed. “You spoil me too much,” he whispered, kissing his way down your neck.

- Laughing, you wrapped your arms around him and smiled as his hands roamed freely all over your body. “Happy birthday, Bradley!”

[daisyvisions]

hewo!!! today is my birthday and i love your account, so i was wondering if you could make a scenario of sangyeon being a pretty awesome boyfriend who celebrates his girlfriend's bday? how would he do it even when he's the busiest? just like a little delulu gift bahah

i won't get mad if it turns smuttie somehow 👀💘 ily

(omg this was sent 3 weeks ago I'm so sorry I'm late to greeting you for your bday but belated hbd anon! I hope you still appreciate the little gift I have for you even if it was late 😭)

Wouldn’t Miss It For The World

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), fem! reader, dirty talk, use of vibrating underwear, implied sex, pet names (sweetheart, baby, good girl,) “daddy” mentioned,

A/N: how I managed to pull this out of my ass is beyond me especially during my writer's block and this wasn’t even the original idea I had in mind 😭

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This was the first time you’d be spending your birthday all alone in your apartment. Not that it was by choice, but by pure coincidence of timing.

Literally, no one had the free time to spend your special day with you. Either your friends were too preoccupied in meeting deadlines for work or just simply forgot (which you didn’t want to think about the latter at all).

You always loved birthdays. Whether it was yours, a family member’s, etc., you just loved the feeling of celebrating them. From shouting “surprise” to seeing the birthday celebrant blow out their candles, you just loved the meaning this special moment in someone’s life held.

So of course it made you feel really sad knowing no one was available, not even your boyfriend who never once missed your birthday even when before you started dating.

He wasn’t expecting at all either. But when he got a call from his boss while you two were watching a movie about a sudden business trip, both your hearts dropped at an instant.

You couldn’t hold it against him, not especially when he would literally go out of this way for you almost all the time. Work is work after all. And he was on his way to getting the promotion he’d been working at for months. So you sucked it in like a champ and told him to just go and not worry it.

“I’ll call you as soon as it reaches 12MN in your time no matter what I’m up to okay?” He reassures you over FaceTime before boarding his plane.

“It’s okay Sangyeon. I’ll be fine!” you respond.

“I love you so much, sweetheart. I’ll make sure your day is still special.”

“I love you too, now go!”

And he had kept his word. You were just watching a movie on Netflix when you got a sudden call from Sangyeon, not realizing the clock had struck 12MN. As soon as you answer the phone, you’re met with his god-like features, hair slicked back while wearing all black.

“Happy birthday my love!” He greets, his smile shining brighter than your phone.

“Thank you so much!” you respond happily.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to celebrate with you.” He pouts.

“It’s okay, I understand.” You lightly chuckle.

“And to make up for it… I have a surprise for you.”

“What?” you tilt your head in confusion.

“Why don’t you open your door and see for yourself?” He smirks.

You rush out of your couch while on the phone with Sangyeon. The moment you swung the door open you let out a loud gasp.

So many gifts were displayed right in front of you. Your chest was filled with warmth. He remembered everything you would mention to him on the side and even the items you would just look at in the mall.

“Do you like it?” He asks.

“Sangyeon, you didn’t have to!” You were so overwhelmed you could cry, not expecting his surprise at all.

“Anything for my girl. Now, why don’t you open each gift for me, hm?” You nod in excitement.

After going through a number of gifts, you were down to the last one: A pretty black box with no label of where it came from, wrapped in a lace bow. Your eyes grew wide the moment you lifted the lid of the box.

Laid out in front of you was one of the prettiest lingerie sets you had ever seen. The lace and intricate details of the sewn floral pattern made it look so delicate you swear it might even break the moment you try to touch it.

“Model it for me won’t you sweetheart?” Sangyeon asks. Your cheeks were growing incredibly warm as he intensely watches you change into the set through video call.

You were amazed to find out how perfect the bra and matching underwear fit you so perfectly, hugging your body in all the right ways. Accentuating your curves so beautifully you felt like a goddess wearing it.

You were so caught up checking yourself out in the mirror until you suddenly felt a strong vibration through your panties, making you moan out in surprise. Huh?

“Like the surprise? I can control it from where I’m from.” You turn around to see Sangyeon smirking, biting his lower lip through the screen. That sneaky little shit.

“D-do these- are these- is there a vibrator in my u-underwear?” you try to ask but the vibrations against your core were starting to make you go numb.

“Mhm. While I can’t be there the least I can do is make you feel good.” His sultry voice running straight to your core, making you squirm in place even more.

“Fuck…” You curse out while you try to keep it together.

“Lie down for me baby, let daddy make you feel good.” You do as you’re told and lie down against the mattress, head resting against the backboard while you spread your legs apart. Making you look like Sangyeon’s personal cam girl.

“Legs apart sweetheart, just like that. Fuck- Keep it open for me.” Sangyeon demands, slowly palming his growing erection as he increases the speed of the vibrator.

You let out a whine as your fists ball your sheets, your jaw slacking from the delicious feeling of the vibrator against your clit.

“That’s it sweetheart, keep moaning for me. Wanna make you feel good. My baby deserves to feel good on her special day.” he coos.

“Wish it was you instead…” you pout, thinking about his thick cock dragging through your velvety walls over and over again. Overwhelmed with everything, you felt your high approaching faster than you thought.

“Fuck- Sangyeon, I’m gonna cum. Please can I cum? Please please please-” You beg, even when it’s your birthday.

“Cum for me sweetheart. Such a good girl for asking-” Sangyeon doesn't even finish his sentence when the coil inside you suddenly snaps, a flash of white the feeling of euphoric waves running through your body.

“Feeling good over there sweetheart?” Sangyeon’s voice brings you back to earth. You nod in response, panting as you thank him for all the gifts again and this very special gift as well.

“There's still one more gift I forgot. It should be outside right now.” Sangyeon says.

“What? Another?! That’s too much gifts already!” You start to worry a bit.

“C’mon sweetheart. You’ll like this one a lot I swear.” he replies. You get up to check, not bothering to cover yourself up with a robe or a big shirt.

The moment you enter the door, you’re greeted with Sangyeon’s figure smiling warmly at you.

“Surprise!” he shouts.

“Sangyeon?! What are you doing here?! Aren’t you supposed to be abroad?” Your eyes wide and confused by his sudden appearance.

“You didn’t think I was gonna miss my girl’s birthday right?” He steps in your apartment, immediately cupping your face as he kisses you deeply. You return the kiss with a feverish one, desperate for his touch.

He presses you against the wall aggressively kissing and nipping your lips, messily shoving his tongue inside your mouth as his rough hands glide against your soft skin. He dives his fingers inside your underwear rubbing them through your wet folds, making you moan against his mouth.

Sangyeon pulls away from the kiss, rubbing your lips with his thumb as he continues to rub circles on your still sensitive clit with his other hand. He smirks at all your reactions to his touch.

“Now, is the birthday girl gonna show me how she likes to bounce on my cock or am I gonna have to do it myself?

[igncrxntripley]

Hi I'm a huge fan of your work and I wanted to know if you could do a one shot with JD doing a surprise party for secret weapon especially since my birthday is exactly a week from me asking for this (26 if March if anyone was curious)

happy birthday

a/n: HAPPY FREAKING BIRTHDAY!!!!!!! i wanted to make this as fluffy as possible i'm so sorry i made u wait 😭

mentions: @babybatlover @ripleyswhore

The Judgement Day may have been a rowdy group of partiers, but they also enjoyed being able to have more lowkey celebrations with one another for special occasions. Given that it was Y/N’s first birthday with them though, they wanted to do something special and something that would once again solidify her place in their family. 

The group split themselves up so they could make sure that everything was set up at home while Y/N stayed as far away as possible. Dominik volunteered himself to take her out for the day to do all of her favorite things; he took her to get her nails done, they went shopping, and they got to see a movie. Y/N was under the impression that the others were working and they would all do something later that night or the next day; little did she know, they were at home turning the house into a birthday extravaganza. 

Finn had been assigned the task of buying and wrapping Y/N’s presents. He was really good at having conversations with Y/N about her favorite things and paying attention when she would talk about wanting something. So he took note and made sure to get those items, and then he set up station in the living room with bags of presents and a bunch of wrapping paper. Oddly enough, everything was wrapped extremely well and he even added different bows and ribbons. He’d gotten enough practice during the holidays to get good at it, and his partners didn’t even argue about him taking that piece. 

Rhea was in charge of decorating. She knew the boys meant well, but she couldn’t trust them with a bunch of balloons and streamers because it was all going to be an unorganized mess. It needed to be perfect, so that’s why she knew it was better to do it herself. Not only that, but she wanted to stay as far away from baking anything as possible. Damian wanted to decorate but Rhea stood her ground; she did let him help pick out decorations. 

Speaking of baking, that was Damian’s job. He was adamant that he could do it because he saw a video online for a cake recipe Y/N had been wanting to try lately. It looked easy in the beginning, but Damian was quickly getting frustrated. He had flour on his face and he wore an apron so he didn’t make a mess all over himself, but those efforts quickly proved to be a waste because he was still covered in flour and powdered sugar. 

— —

Dominik had sent a warning text that he would be home with Y/N in thirty minutes. Finn had set up the gifts in the living room in a nice little pile and had moved to helping Damian finish decorating the cake. “Jesus, lad. Could you write any sloppier?” He was trying to fix Damian’s god-awful handwriting on the cake, but it was proving to be a lot more difficult. Rhea was giggling to herself as she licked the spoons and watched, making Damian look up at her as he counted out the candles. “Yeah? You think this is funny?” He asked her. 

Rhea shrugged and put the spoons down once she finished. “I think you two are just overthinking this.” She teased. “It’s a cake, not a Picasso.” Finn rolled his eyes and licked his fingers from any frosting once he finished. “We get that but it needs to be perfect. And we let the person with the shakiest hands do the writing on the cake.” Damian nudged his arm and wiped off the flour from his face. “All that matters is it's done, and she’s going to be home any minute.”

Dominik, who was in the car with Y/N, had spent the day with her and loved every second of it. He held her hand over the center console, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “I hope you had a good time for your birthday, princess.” Y/N was having an amazing time with him, but she missed the other three more than anything. “I really did, but I wish they could’ve spent the day with us.” Y/N said softly. Dominik nodded, even though he knew in the back of his mind that there was a surprise waiting for her at home. “I know, baby. But they’ll be back later and we can still do something.” He said. He was just proud that he hadn’t let the surprise slip at all that day, and as far as he knew Y/N didn’t suspect anything. “It’s not their fault they had to work.”

Y/n nodded. “I know. I just wanted to be with all of you for the whole day.” She shrugged, but looked over at Dominik with a small smile. “You did a good job at keeping me company, though.” Y/n playfully pinched his cheek making Dom smirk. 

— —

“Christ, Priest! Just wear the party hat!” Rhea said, practically tackling Damian to the couch as she tried putting a party hat on his head. He was the one who always had issues wearing silly things, but convincing from his partners usually got him to do it. “Do you see how small it is?” He said, moving his head away from Rhea. “I do see, but you just need to wear it for a few minutes! Do it for Y/N?” That was all Damian needed to hear, and he sighed before surrendering to Rhea. 

Finn put his own hat on and adjusted the band around his head. “See? It’s not that bad.” He teased, smirking at Damian who glared at him. “You two hurry up, Dominik is pulling in any minute.”

It was only about five more minutes after that where Dominik had texted to warn everyone he was coming inside with Y/N. The lights inside were off and Damian, Rhea, and Finn stood in the living room in their party attire. Y/N walked hand in hand with Dominik to the front door, who had her shopping bags in the other hand. He opened the door and let her go inside first, but was surprised when she heard the voices of their other three partners. 

“Surprise!” They all exclaimed, Y/N looking at them in shock but still laughed at the party hats they chose to wear. “Happy birthday, babygirl!” Rhea said as she clapped, all of them chuckling at the shocked looks on Y/N’s face. “W-what…I thought you were all working!” She turned to Dominik and pointed at his chest. “Did you know about this?”

Dominik laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I’m a good secret keeper.” He teased, kissing her temple. Rhea was the first to walk over to Y/N, putting her hands on her girl’s hips and pulling her closer. “We wanted to surprise you.” She gave Y/N a kiss, pulling her into a tight hug. “Well you definitely surprised me.” Y/N hugged Rhea just as tight and smiled into her chest. “This is crazy…you guys didn’t have to.”

Rhea let her go and she immediately went to Finn next. “You deserve it, baby. Really.” He said, wrapping his arms around her and giving her a kiss. “We don’t mess around when it comes to birthdays.” Y/N chuckled as Finn let her go, laughing as Damian came up behind her and picked her up. “He’s right. And I didn’t slave over a hot oven baking a cake for no reason.” He teased, letting Y/N wrap her body around him as they shared their own kiss. 

Y/N looked around at her partners, smiling at every one of them and giggling when Dominik gave her a party. “You’re all ridiculous.” She said softly. “But this is amazing…you didn’t have to.” Damian smiled at her. “But we wanted to. And you’re family now, so get used to it.”

Rhea nodded and stood with Dominik, keeping her arms around him as she giggled. “The second part of the surprise comes later tonight.” She mumbled, making Y/N blush and hide in Damian’s chest. “Fucking tease.” Y/N couldn’t help but think about just how lucky she was. She’d never had someone celebrate her like this, but now she had four people who did. It was so much more than she could have ever wanted for herself.

[gyllenhaalstories]

PILLOW TALK — DAVIS MITCHELL 🎂

summary: it’s your birthday and davis baked you a cake and built you a pillow fort. oh! and nothing was demolished during your birthday celebration, so what more could you ask for?

warnings: i’m going off the rails pretending i understand demolition on a profound level, eating, fluff. 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 1830

gifs credits: @/stephendorff (cropped) / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: today is my birthday and i am, for the third time, making it everyone’s problem with a self indulgent fic during which i enjoy some cozy time with my wife, davis. 🛋️ thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

“What do we do with a couch like this?” Davis looked at you with a small grin on his bearded face. He pointed his index fingers down at the couch while he sank further into the cushions.

Your first instinct was to say to buy a new one. And your instinct was not wrong, the couch had seen better days. The seats were worn out, torn at the seams. It got bumps in some places from when you had struggled to carry it in the living room. It could benefit from never carrying the weight of your world again and passing along this responsibility to a fresher, newer couch. Despite all of those thoughts running through your head, you did not speak. You watched. You watched Davis while he pulled the couch apart.

He plopped the decorative pillows and blankets on the floor. He dragged the couch away from the wall and grunted while he flipped it so that the back rest now created a roof. He used the big seat cushions as walls on each side and he surprised himself, realizing that it seemed sturdy enough to keep this shape.

You watched him demolish and build anew. It was not the first time that he transformed your living room in a pillow fort, but there was something different about the way he built it, like he was putting his heart into it. There was something different about him, period. With that thought lingering at the back of your mind, you tried to intervene. He turned down every single offer of help that you made and he insisted that he could do it alone.

“It’s your birthday." Davis simply answered, as if this specific date on the calendar prevented you from doing anything at all. Even when you two were baking a box cake mix together an hour ago, he only let you preheat the oven. He did the rest all on his own. Well, he tried to. The last time he had attempted to make a cake this way, it was with his mom years and years ago. He murmured under his breath that it wasn’t considered fancy enough so he stopped having them.

The idea sparked in his mind when you told him that you did not have anything planned for your birthday. He showed up, dressed in baggy pants and suspenders, with the box of overpriced chocolate cake he somehow found at a gas station that carried some groceries, for emergencies and last minute plans. You were lucky that it had not expired already.

Davis insisted that birthdays required a cake. So he got to work. Davis insisted that he must prepare it for you, so he did. He wanted to give you this special attention. This special attention came with the secret term and condition that he must eat the batter straight from the spatula until the oven beeped, announcing it was ready. You did not quite have a cake anymore, the mould was half empty (”Half full,” Davis rectified).

It was the thought that counted. And you definitely appreciated Davis’ thoughtfulness. You laughed when he told you he did not care about the stains of batter on his clothes, the army surplus had many more he could buy. You wiped the dishes dry after he washed them, laughing again at how he was making a mess of soapy water everywhere. It was not the cake that held sentimental value, it was the moment you were sharing together.

“Your castle is waiting for you, milady.” The upper half of Davis’ body peeked out of the pillow fort. Somehow he had found a flashlight in your living room and he used it to light up the inside of the fort. A wide smile, from ear to ear, greeted you when you walked across the living room and got on all fours to crawl into the mountain of cushions and pillows.

Before you crawled, you handed the plate of leftover cake to Davis so you both could have a snack in the cozy fort. You took a bite as soon as you were settled in. Soon enough the air was getting warm under the blankets and you took off the cardigan you were wearing.

Davis grabbed it and set it aside for you. He looked at you, still smiling wide. “Happy Birthday.”

“Thank you.” You pushed the plate of cake in his direction. He made the last few bites of the chocolate dessert disappear. It caused him to giggle at himself and the happy sound of his boyish laugh made you smile back at him. “It’s been a very happy birthday with you.”

Silence crept between the two of you. He was not a very talkative man, for the most part, and it was hard to come up with a conversation topic a lot of the time. You were learning to welcome the silences. And you were also learning to accept the more random conversations, the wild thoughts that ran through Davis’ mind and that he spoke out loud, half intentionally and half accidentally. “I like this couch.”

You chuckled and nodded slowly. “You do?” You encouraged him to keep talking.

“Yeah. It’s... You know, it’s comfortable. It makes the room comfortable.” He fidgeted with the spoon in his hands. He was sitting, cross-legged, with his back making a bow. It would probably hurt tomorrow. But tomorrow was another day, another set of problems. There was no problem in this moment, with you. “I hated my house. It was just shiny stuff.” 

His eyebrows arched on his forehead, creating wrinkles that you found yourself thinking of kissing.

“I love your house. It’s just full of you.” He shrugged. “You’re everywhere in this house. I like that. That’s where I want to be.”

“I’m happy you feel like this. Thank you for telling me, Davis.”

“You’re welcome.” He gave you a corner smile and brought a hand to his head. He quickly scratched his scalp and knocked his knuckles on his forehead. It looked as though he was holding himself back, or that he was getting lost in his thoughts.

You couldn’t tell. You offered silence instead as you watched him.

You watched him switch positions from sitting to laying down. “Do you want to do something tomorrow?” He marked a pause. “Together?”

The question surprised you. He did not make plans, usually. He was more of a show up at your door, ringing the doorbell and hang out until his social battery died kind of guy. You knew that about him, only you had always wondered why he would hang out for a longer period of time with you than with anyone else. “I’d love that.”

The flashlight flickered a little bit. His eyelids were getting heavy. “I’d love that too.”

“Good.” You looked at him, your eyes squinting while trying to read what was going on behind those blue eyes.

Davis’ legs were sticking out of the fort, uncovered and exposed to the much cooler air of the room. He rested his head on your bunched up cardigan and he laid on his side, watching you watching him.

“You look tired.” You smiled faintly, he yawned as you spoke.

“Is it midnight yet?” He was not used to staying up late. He got better at it than before, but his body woke up ridiculously early every day like clock work. When you shook your head no, having quickly peeked out of the pillow fort to look at the clock on the wall, he took a deep breath. “I want to be with you until the end of the day.”

You smiled again, this time wider. You decided to lay down next to him. Your faces and bodies were close, but there was a comfortable distance. “You know…” Davis’ big puppy eyes stared at you. “Sometimes I wonder what’s going on in your head.”

Your eyes were met with Davis’ usual blank stare, one that left you perpetually perplexed. It seemed as though there were a million thoughts running through his head but also none at the same time. He took another deep breath. His eyes looked at yours, then looked at the rest of your face and down to your lips. He did not respond with words, but he still gave you a surprising answer.

Your eyes widened from the surprise when you saw him moving closer to you. He got closer and closer, slowly and tentatively.

Davis erased the distance between the two of you and kissed you, gently and tenderly. His lips moved slowly against yours while he made the kiss last for several seconds. His heart was racing, and so was yours. He pulled away and studied your face briefly.

You thought he was afraid of your reaction, when he buried his face in your neck without waiting for you to say or do something. You could not be more wrong.

He kept his face there, hidden in your neck. The smell of the perfume on your skin, the scent of your baking shenanigans on your clothes, the warmth of your body as well as the familiar feeling of your embrace when you wrapped your arms around him… It made him feel safe, it made him feel good. So good that his body relaxed in your arms. Soon enough, you realized, by the way his breathing slowed down and by the faint snoring noises that he made, that Davis had fallen asleep on you.

You relaxed too. Your hands started to stroke his back until you stopped, feeling the urge to hold him close and tight against your body. You looked up to the blankets draped over the couch above you. One sudden move and it could all fall apart. It was a good metaphor for your birthday. One sudden thought and you would spiral away. However, if you stayed right here and there in this moment, this simple yet agreeable birthday celebration would carry on.

Davis did not tell you what was going on in his head nor did he tell you, in full honesty, what he truly and genuinely cared about when you asked him earlier. You dropped the question like a bomb while he was mixing the ingredients of the cake. He told you that the last time he truly cared about something, it went all the way back to when he was a kid and he wanted to run faster than his peers. You could tell this was not the truth, but you let it slide. There would be another time to ask this question, and hopefully another time to kiss again. He let the kiss, this shy yet meaningful peck on your lips, speak for himself. 

The pillow talk was nice, but that kiss was even nicer. The butterflies in your stomach that appeared because of the kiss (perhaps they had been flying quietly for a long time prior) were the greatest birthday gift he could have given you.