#Birthday drabble

[runninriot]

written for the @steddiemicrofic birthday bonus round to celebrate @steddieas-shegoes 🥳🖤

Surprise!

prompt: birthday | wc: 290 | rated G

"Thanks for coming. Take care. Okay, yeah, see you soon!"

Steve waves his visitors goodbye while slowly pushing at the door, exhaling deeply when it finally snaps close. He's exhausted, feels mentally drained and ready for bed despite it only being late afternoon.

Robin, Dustin, and Co came by to surprise him for his birthday and even brought cake. But he couldn't really enjoy himself, not when the most important person is missing.

Eddie is currently on tour with Corroded Coffin to promote their upcoming first record. And Steve's happy for him, of course, he is. It's everything Eddie ever wanted and what kind of boyfriend would he be not to support him unconditionally. But he misses him, especially today.

Steve woke up feeling weirdly emotional. Not because of the whole 'getting older' part, it's just- another year has gone by and he still hasn't figured out what to do with his life. He'll be stuck in Hawkins forever while Eddie is out there successfully chasing his dreams, will undoubtedly soon take off to conquer the world and-

The doorbell rings, drags Steve out of his thoughts.

"Forgot something Henderson?"

"Surprise!"

Steve thinks he must be dreaming when he's greeted by another familiar face.

"Eddie?! Aren't you supposed to- Why are you here?"

"Couldn't miss my boyfriend's birthday, could I?"

"But what about-" Eddie silences him with a deep kiss.

"We took two days off. Gotta go back tomorrow."

"You came all this way just to be with me for one day?"

"I'd do anything for you. I love you, baby."

Steve feels tears burning in his eyes, his heart is bursting with love as he realises: it doesn't matter where their life will take them, they'll always be together.

[afewproblems]

So it's my birthday today, and I originally wanted to try out the microfic challenge for this month's prompt - cake, but this drabble definitely got away from me! So, please enjoy this little Steddie bday gift to me and to everyone else in the fandom ❤️

🎂🎂🎂

Eddie wipes his cheek with the crook of his arm, as he pours the finished batter into the first greased cake pan on the counter. His shirt sleeve comes away from his face dusted with the same flour that covers almost every inch of the Harrington's kitchen.

Robin turns a page of the open cookbook on the counter, her eyes scan down the page, "the icing recipe is on this page, did you take the butter out?"

Eddie groans loudly and as he pours the rest of the batter into the second pan, knowing that the other block of butter is still sitting in the fridge on the top shelf.

"If you didn't remember, what makes you think I did," he grumbles, running his pointer finger along the edge of the now empty bowl before popping a large dollop of batter into his mouth.

It's perfect, and Steve deserves nothing but perfect.

Steve who confided in Robin that he hadn't had a birthday cake since he was twelve years old, let alone anything made from scratch.

Made with love.

Not that Steve needs to know that…or Robin for that matter.

Eddie hazards a quick glance at the clock on the stove, they should have time to give everything a wipe down before--

"Guys?" A voice calls out as the front door unlatches and swings open.

Robin whirls around in a panic, grabbing to recipe book and tossing it into the cupboard beneath the sink while Eddie picks up the mixing bowl and shoves the rest of the dirty dishes into the sink.

"Their shoes are still here," the voice continues, soft and contemplative this time as Eddie turns too quickly, colliding with Robins side.

He fumbles with the mostly clean mixing bowl in his hands, watching as it slips through his fingers and clatters loudly across the floor, flinging chocolate batter across the tile and baseboards before rolling to a stop beside a pair of socked feet.

Eddie looks up from the feet to see Steve standing in the kitchen entrance with a bewildered expression on his face.

He's in the middle of taking off his Family Video vest. Steve's shirt rises to reveal a slim patch of skin, his eyes shift from the bowl, to Eddie, before landing eventually on the oven.

"Well…it looks like you two had a busy afternoon," Steve says slowly as his mouth curls into a fond grin that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners. He pulls at the bottom of his shirt, stealing the hint of golden skin that has Eddie practically drooling in the kitchen.

God he's so unfairly pretty it hurts.

Eddie barks out a laugh and steps forward to block the view of the two pans on the counter.

"You know what they say about idle hands," Eddie laughs, his voice tinged with panic as he wiggles his fingers. He winces even as he says it and quickly drops his hands, god could he be any more of an ass?

He spots Robin standing to the side with clear panic on her face, mouthing the words, 'Get Him Outta Here' with wide eyes.

And, well, never let it be said that Eddie Munson couldn't think on the spot.

Steve tries to walk further into the kitchen as he drapes his vest on the island, "okay, you two are being more weird than normal what's--"

It's like Eddie moves on instinct, his hands dart out to cup Steve's cheek and the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss.

Steve's startled gasp is muffled by Eddie's mouth as he walks them backwards until Steve is over the threshold and back in the living room once more.

Steve is frozen, tense, against Eddie and shit, he can't believe he tried this shit, he's so getting punched for this.

But then, Steve seems to relax slightly as he crowds closer into Eddie's space. His lips part as Steve breathes out a low moan.

Two broad hands come up to circle Eddie's hips, they squeeze once as Steve slots a leg between Eddie's own.

And holy shit, Eddie feels his brain go offline as Steve takes charge of the kiss, walking them backwards until Eddie is pressed against the wall of the living room.

It's good, so good, it's like something out of his dreams, the hot slide of lips against his own as Steve nips at his bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth to sooth the bite with his tongue.

"Fuck," it's Eddie's turn to moan this time as Steve pulls back slightly to run his nose along the crest of Eddie's cheek. Steve's right hand is splayed beside his head, against the wall, while the other rises to thread long fingers into Eddie's curls.

"You taste like chocolate," Steve hums softly against Eddies lips, "good choice for birthday cake".

Eddie winces, surpressing a groan, "Shit, you saw the pans?"

Steve laughs as he pulls back further and lifts his hand away from the wall to gesture behind him at the foyer.

"I mean, I saw the birthday bag and decorations you two left at the door?"

"God Dammit!" Robin yells from the kitchen; Steve snorts at the string of muttered expletives she continues to spout and shakes his head.

"I wasn't expecting a birthday kiss though," Steve continues after a beat, a small crease in the middle of his brow grows the longer he looks at Eddie with nervous eyes.

Oh.

It's Eddie's turn to grin now, he snags a handful of hair to pull over his face, hiding the pink flush he can feel spreading from his cheeks to his ears.

"Oh yeah, I mean, that was just a sample, see if you, uh, liked it or not," Eddie says softly. He steps closer, emboldened by the way Steve's breath hitches.

"I did," Steve whispers, "like it, I mean, a lot," a light pink flush rises in his cheeks to match Eddie's own blush.

"Ugh, get a room dingus,preferably one not in hearing range," Robin yells again, the sound of the oven door opening and closing punctuates her words, "cake'll be at least half an hour anyway".

"Is the rest of gift upstairs?" Steve asks slyly with a grin.

Eddie's head tilts as he processes the question, until Steve cocks an eyebrow and his eyes dart towards the stairs, then back to Eddie in one fluid motion.

Eddie swallows harshly and nods vigorously as Steve takes his hand, "Yes, jesus, it's supposed to be your birthday not mine".

"Best one I've had in awhile," Steve says softly before leading Eddie up the stairs and towards his room.

Robin's voice trails after them, exasperated but fond, "you assholes owe me, happy birthday you horn-dog".

Eddie can't help but laugh as they cross the landing and open the door.

This wasn't the surprise he and Robin had initially intended; but as he watches Steve walk backwards until his knees hit the plaid bedspread, Eddie can't help but feel that this was much better than he'd planned.

Perfect even.

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[aether-bun]

Happy Birthday!

To celebrate my birthday, here's a drabble of assorted Hades characters and how they'd be on your birthday! You are in a relationship with Zagreus in this one :)

Characters: Nyx, Orpheus, Eurydice, Zagreus, Thanatos, Hypnos, Dusa, Megaera, Achilles, Patroclus, Cerberus, Asterius, Sisyphus, Bouldy

Warnings: None! Good wholesome times all around ♡

You wake up to Zagreus kissing your face!!!!

I believe in Zagreus caring deeply for physical touch and quality time your honour. Once you warm him up to it, it's his heaven in Hell. He adores it.

He's very warm, but it's never really been a problem, given the consistently nice temperature of the House

"Good morning, [Y/N]. Happy birthday~" He cooes gently, his voice is smoother than the finest ambrosia and you revel in it, snuggling into his chest.

"What would you like to do today, my dear?"

"Mmh....Is sleep an option...?" Zagreus chuckles at your drowsy response, his chest rumbles pleasantly and you find a contagious smile growing on your face.

"Birthdays only happen once a year, darling...Come on. Eurydice made you some cake."

"She did?"

"Yes! When I told her it was your birthday this week, she jumped to the opportunity."

"Then I suppose I must get up?"

Zagreus kisses your head lightly, and you melt from the tender care

"I suppose you must, yes."

You wake up and get into some nicer robes, and walk out with Zagreus to see Nyx regard you.

"Happy birthday, child. As a token of this occasion, I managed to convince Hades to give everyone a moment off, to greet you." Nyx's voice almost sends you to sleep again, but you're much more awake now, and you feel too sheepishly happy to rest.

"Lady Nyx, you really didn't need to...!" Your voice is as incredulous as you feel. "But...Thank you."

"Of course. I believe Hypnos wanted a word, so perhaps you should see to him first."

You and Zagreus walk over to Hypnos, who is currently not sleeping, which shocks you both, though he looks about ready to knock out for the next week at the minimum.

"[Y/N]!! Happy birthday! Dusa and I made you a little something, here here!" He exclaims, all tiredness wiped from his aura entirely as he hands you a small box.

Gingerly, you take off the lid, and inside you are happy to find a new laurel, woven carefully with your favourite colours and plants. You find yourself beaming at the beautiful heartfelt gift, before giving Hypnos a tight squeeze.

"Thank you so much, Hypnos. The detail is incredible!" You say as you part, and Hypnos giggles with a mischevious grin. "It was mostly Dusa, to be perfectly honest, but I helped weave it, so getting the first hug of appreciation for it feels fair."

You laugh, before Sir Achilles approaches with a calm smile of his own, before placing a hand on your arm.

"Unfortunately, I don't have any gifts for you myself, but I do wish you a happy birthday nonetheless. Do spend today well, yes?"

"Thank you, sir. I'll do my best." You smile, remarking mentally that your cheeks are starting to hurt, but also that you don't find yourself minding.

Next stop is to Meg and Dusa, who are waiting in the lounge with Thanatos. When they see you approach, Dusa is the first to float to you. The snakes that make up her hair affectionately grasp onto your arm as you hold Dusa affectionately. "Happy birthday!" She skitters, almost purring in a strange, Dusa-like way.

Meg is next, though she holds her distance as per usual. She's smiling, and her whip is stowed. "I've gotta hand it to you, [Y/N], I don't usually tend to care for birthdays, never mind my own...but you got me a morning in the lounge. So...thanks for that."

It was a strange way to go about saying happy birthday, but for you, it was more than enough. You nodded. "I can't believe Nyx pulled it off. Surely there are some wretched shades out there being overworked now, no?"

Megaera simply shrugs, but the creeping grin on her face tells you she hopes it's the case.

Thanatos clears his throat, and you realise he's held something out to you. It was a bottle of nectar. You gasp, taking the weighted spherical bottle in awe.

Zagreus squints at it, still by your side, before suddenly looking at Thanatos. "I gave you this bottle of nectar yesterday!" He says, indignant. Thanatos smiles - a rarity on its' own - and simply dismisses the Prince.

"Regardless of where you got it from...Thank you, Than, this...this means a lot." You say, your voice still awestruck by the honey gold liquid you're holding.

Zagreus of course brings you plenty, but even so, its' beauty never ceased to amaze.

You visit Sisyphus, who gives you Pebble (one of Bouldy's brothers, who has a delicately punched smiley face on one side), then you visit Orpheus and Eurydice, who gives you a kiss on the cheek and some cake, then you meet with Patroclus, who takes your hand very hesitantly and prays for you, for your good luck this year. He says he'll see you at the house, and on your way back, you find Asterius.

Zagreus prepares for a fight, but Asterius is unarmed, and he quickly realises.

"Asterius? What are you doing here, without your axe?" He asks. Asterius chuffs.

"Your father gave us a small break this morning, small one. You said something about celebrating someone's birthday last we clashed blades, and so, naturally, I assumed it would be your lover's. Was I correct?"

Zagreus stows his blade and you nod a little. "That's right, Asterius sir." You clarify. "It's good to know he gave even you and Theseus a break, too."

Asterius snorts, though it's not one of amusement or malice, simply a noise. He rifles through a pouch he has, before handing you a weighty box. Inside is a handaxe, crafted by the minotaur.

"You have no weaponry when you wander out here, I've come to notice. This is for when we meet in the stadium. For if you need more than simply the blessings of the Olympians." The bass voice of the bull rumbles, and you hold the axe firmly with a grin. Zagreus chuckles next to you.

"I appreciate this, Asterius. Thank you. Send our regards to King Theseus?"

Asterius laughs.

"I don't think he'd take it well, but I wish you a good day despite."

Asterius leaves, and you and Zagreus are amusedly quick to do the same.

Eventually, after a day of exploration, you cuddle up to Cerberus and thank Nyx on your way through, before laying down with your Zagreus.

"Today was fantastic, dearest." You say. Zagreus holds you close, playing with your hair. "I'm glad. But there's still one present you've yet to receive, my dear~"

It's 1AM right now. Use your imagination.

[howtotrainabraincell]

Celebrating Arno's Birthday

Her sneaking out of bed to fix him some breakfast and bringing it to him in bed. He woke up and worried about where she was, instantly reaching over to her place in the bed to hold her but finding an empty and vaguely warm spot. His panic was eased when she came through the doors and smiled at him, instantly making him happy.

His love learning how to sing 'Happy Birthday' in French to him to help wake him up the morning of his birthday. It brings a ridiculously adorable sleepy and happy smile from the French assassin, and he hugs her tightly pulling her down to his chest in affectionate thanks.

Baking this man a cake! I think he would like chocolate (or honestly, he would be so flattered if his love baked him an entire cake that he wouldn't care what flavor it was he would love it!)

Idk why but I'm into knitting so I'm going with it...knitting Arno some socks haha. He deserves them! But with how France tends to have rainfall on the high side throughout the year, personally I worry about him getting his boots wet, and having cold, wet feet which will lead to him getting sick. Soooo NOT happening! He needs lots of socks so when he comes home, those socks get changed and he gets warm!

Repairing his weapons if they need it. Sharpening his cutlass sword (not like that ya dirty minded nasties), cleaning his pistol (oh my gosh...I'm setting myself up with these lol) and sewing any buttons that have been lost back onto his coat/replacing them. Stocking the Phantom Blade with poison darts so he's ready to kick bahookie when fighting time comes.

Write him a love letter and he's the kind of man who will carry it in his coat pocket right over his heart. Just tell him how much you love and appreciate him, how you'll always be there for him, and how though you worry about him as an assassin you trust that he'll always come back to her.

Choosing a flattering colors of fabric to turn into numerous new cravats for him (he looks VERY dashing in red and blue we already know). Perhaps a green one to compliment his Pantene commercial hair 😂 and chocolate brown eyes. A cream one that goes well with his dark blue coat.

I love the idea of a personalized cravat pin for him. Perhaps something with his initials carved into it, or a loving saying from her in French 🥺🥹🥺, with a stone that compliments his eyes (like amber, emerald or ruby).

Giving him a portrait of lover's eyes (legit what they sound like - back then they carried small portraits of their lover's eyes with them). Including the little beauty mark under her right eye just on her cheekbone, which he loves to kiss and stroke with his thumb.

Giving him a massage either on his shoulders and back or his head. Or both. He loves it when she plays with his hair, whether it's carding her fingers through his hair or braiding it lol. He loves the time she spends touching him and how much her touch relaxes him as he just lays there like a lazy cat on her lap, soaking her attention up.

Believe that he would enjoy lying in bed with her as they drink hot chocolate just having a lazy day together. He also particularly enjoys her presence next to him in just a chemise...extra points if she has her stockings on because she's cold. They'll talk about anything and everything or just lay together in comfortable silence, holding hands as he holds her legs in his lap rubbing her shins and calves.

Highly believe that he would enjoy her reading to him. Perhaps Dream of the Red Chamber by Cao Xuequin (pub. 1761) aka the Chinese version of Romeo and Juliet. Camilla by France Burney (pub. 1796) or Celestina by Charlotte Smith (pub. 1791).

This lovely man does not require birthday sex. He's just happy to have her with him and in his life because he could be completely alone. He's more than content to hold you in his arms and spend the day with her talking, kissing, and enjoying her company.

If she does however decide to give him a little something 'extra' expect a lot of blushing and giggling coming from the bedroom until the wee hours of the morning 😉😏😳.

[i-heart-slashers]

Happy Birthday!!

For the Birthday requests how about a dark comedy Ghostface + blood + hugs + laughter (if it's a reader insert could it be a nongendered or male?)

Thank you for the birthday wishes!

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ: Ghostface

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: dark comedy

ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ: blood, hugs & laughter

You hear the phone ring, the shrill sound slicing through the silence. It's never good when the phone rings this late, but you pick it up anyway, your curiosity outweighing your common sense.

"Hello?" you say, your voice shakier than you'd like.

"Do you like scary movies?" The voice on the other end is cold, smooth, and too familiar for comfort.

Ghostface.

Your stomach twists. You've heard the rumors —of course, you have—but living it? That's different. You laugh, though it's more out of nerves than humor. "No, but I hear you're a big fan."

There's a pause, and then Ghostface chuckles. "I like a good laugh, don't you? Blood and guts aside, it's all in good fun."

Fun?

You glance at the door, considering your options for escaping. Too late. A knock echoes from the other side, and your heart skips a beat. You freeze.

"You know what's funny?" the voice continues. "People always run like that'll stop me. It's almost... cute."

You think you hear the sound of a blade being dragged against the door, slow and deliberate. There's no running from this. Not tonight.

"Tell me," Ghostface asks, voice dripping with mock affection, "how do you feel about hugs?"

You feel a cold sweat trickling down your spine at the weird change of topic from guts to hugs. "Not really my thing," you manage to choke out, inching toward the window.

"Too bad," Ghostface whispers. The door creaks open. "I give great hugs, especially tight ones around the neck..."

You make a break for it, stumbling over the window ledge. But then he's there, looming over you, laughter bubbling up from behind the mask.

Glancing up just in time, you see the glint of the knife as it slashes. You scream loudly, and the world spins, painted red.

And then.... silence—except for the sound of his laughter. "Told you. Good fun, right?"

[madameadelina]

Caitlyn wasn't the pragmatic type. Never has been.

Logic and careful planning were tools she wielded with ease, but underneath the polished exterior was someone who leapt into the unknown, fueled by conviction. Tonight, however, her usual certainty felt a little misplaced. The grand ballroom—a glittering expanse of chandeliers, silk drapes, and polished wood—was buzzing with energy. And she was at its center.

The celebration was perfect, at least in theory. The elegant floral arrangements and refined catering screamed her mother’s touch. A touch she tried so desperately not to forget.

Yet, no matter how hard Caitlyn looked, no matter how many glances she stole at the meticulously arranged roses and crystal glasses, it all felt distant, like a dream she couldn’t quite reach. Each detail that should have comforted her only reminded her of the empty space that had grown between them. A place where memories had started to fade, where the warmth of her mother’s presence had been replaced by a cold, unfamiliar void.

But amidst the celebration, a quiet emptiness gnawed at her, as if she were drifting further from herself with every passing moment.

Would her mother have been proud of the woman she'd become?

Did her mother ever really know her at all?

Caitlyn couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe she was still searching for an answer that would never come.

Birthdays can be a bitch.

[flyingwargle]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SUN OF MY LIFE!

the sun often cannot be rivaled in brightness, but finds a contender in the form of hinata shoyo on the beach.

a beach volleyball court has been set up, boundaries marked in white. hinata’s eyes glisten, unable to suppress his delight, turning when meian stands beside him and asks, “does it match what you had in brazil?” meian asks, standing beside him.

“yes, it does!” he kicks off his flip-flops, lets his feet sink into the sand as he steps onto the court. “wow, i haven’t played beach since coming back to japan! this is going to be awesome!”

“you’ve got three others to play with you while we get the barbecue ready.” a safe distance away, barnes carries a barbecue grill over his shoulder, inunaki following with a propane tank, adriah with an equipment box. “after that, we’ll switch around until you’ve had your fill.”

“sweet! thanks, captain!”

bokuto slaps his shoulder. “hey, hey, hey, let’s be on the same team, hinata!”

atsumu smirks, hat pulled low over his hair. “guess we’ll be the first ta destroy ‘em, right, omi?”

“i should’ve put more sunscreen on,” sakusa mumbles.

“don’t worry, i have lots!” hinata fishes around in his bag for a tube. “it’s okay if you can't read the portuguese, just know that it’s spf 50!”

shoes left to the side, hats and sunglasses in place, atsumu and sakusa move under the net to stand opposite to bokuto and hinata. bokuto has the ball, a few steps away from the end line. “ready?” he shouts. he tosses the ball, makes his approach. he jumps, arm pulled back, and–

-misses. atsumu chokes back a laugh, sakusa smirking in amusement. “don’t mind, bokuto-san!” hinata calls out. “you have to be careful because of the sand! you can’t do the same things as you could on solid ground.”

“you could’ve told me that earlier, hinata!”

sakusa scoffs. “i’ll show you how it’s done.” he catches the ball over the net, moves back for his approach. atsumu calls out “nice serve!” as sakusa tosses it, lower than usual, and jumps, sending the ball over. bokuto receives it.

“nice, bokuto-san!” hinata raises his hands, watches his fellow spiker approach. atsumu is at the net, sakusa on defense. he jumps, setting the ball high, slightly away from the net. bokuto slams it down, sand flying on the landing. sakusa turns away to avoid the spray. “nice kill!”

“dial it back, bokkun,” atsumu complains. “ya don’t hafta be that serious!”

“what’s volleyball if it isn’t serious?” he retorts, catching the ball back. “i got the serve this time!”

it goes over and sakusa receives. atsumu tosses it, but the wind alters its course and sakusa barely manages to send it over. hinata receives, bokuto bumping it upward. kicking both feet into the sand, hinata jumps, aims for an undefended corner of the court. atsumu dives, ending up with sand in his mouth.

“watch yourself,” sakusa cautions, giving him a hand. atsumu spits, uses the edge of his tank top to wipe his mouth. there’s a gleam in his eye, calculating. hinata grins, knowing that the real game is about to begin.

despite his two years of playing beach, his teammates draw on their expertise to keep up. he and bokuto take the first set, so they swap and he pairs with sakusa next. atsumu serves, hinata receiving, leaving sakusa for the toss, going for an overhand. he scowls. “oh.”

hinata lands, the ball drifting out of bounds. atsumu guffaws. “nice, omi!”

“the next spike is going to your face, miya.”

“bold words fer a team that can’t even get a toss up.”

atsumu serves again, and sakusa receives it. hinata tosses, sakusa jumping. although his maximum reach is lower on the sand, it’s still impressive, and like he threatened, sends it toward atsumu. the ball ricochets off his arms. “ya didn’t hit my face!”

“i’m just getting warmed up.”

the set ends without any spikes to the face, and hinata pairs with atsumu. he’s caught on fast, each toss accounting for hinata’s speed and height, as well as the wind. they win easily, the spikers on the other side unable to keep up.

“nice, shoyo!” atsumu high-fives him. “we needa do this more often, it’s pretty fun.”

“right? i miss it.” hinata faces the ocean, where people are scattered across the shallow waves. the water disappears into the sky, cloudless and endless, the faintest breeze carrying the sharp scent of salt. “maybe one day, i’ll go back and play beach professionally, but for now, i’m happy to be home.”

“ain’t that the beauty of the future? ya never know where ya’ll end up or what ya’ll do. ya can say what ya want, and it’ll take ya ta places that ya never knew ya’d go.” atsumu grins at him, eyes bright behind his sunglasses. “ya go where the sun takes ya, shoyo.”

“thanks, atsumu-san. i didn’t know you could be so philosophical.”

“what’s that supposed ta-“

“hey, boys!” meian shouts. “the food is ready!”

no barbecue is complete without unhealthy amounts of meat, garlic bread, and beer, although hinata opts for soda – he played beach while drunk once, and was almost arrested for public indecency. he doesn’t want a repeat.

“we also got you a present, hinata.” meian reaches into the equipment box to hand him a small package, wrapped in orange paper that’s signed with all his teammates’ names. “we owe you for our last victory against the hornets, so think of it as a bonus for your performance.”

“thank you! i was just doing my job.” his eyes glitter mischievously, but he accepts it anyway. “can i open it?”

“better now than later.”

he carefully tears the wrapping paper apart and opens the box, lifting the item inside up. “wow! this looks cool! what is it?”

“a portable sundial,” sakusa says. “we thought it’d fit because of your name.”

“ya can use it ta find the sun wherever ya are,” atsumu adds.

"it's following you wherever you go!" bokuto chirps. "so even if you get lost, you can use that to help you find your way back!"

hinata blinks, then glances down again. the sundial is slender and fits in his palm, carved with intricate symbols and characters. he raises it to the sky, blinks at the sun from behind his sunglasses. “thank you, guys. i’ll treasure it.” his grin rivals the sun that he follows, illustrious and constant. no matter where he ends up or how far he strays, the sun will always guide him back, bringing him to brighter places, to a future where his light will guide others and lead them to their own paths, just like him.

[ultraviolet-psyche]

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A delicate brush against his fingers eases Kazuichi from his troubled thoughts. There's a pause, before slowly, familiar, calloused fingers intertwine with his own.

Fuyuhiko’s lips are pressed together tightly, cheeks blooming pink, as he stares down at the sand as though willing it to swallow him whole. Affection doesn't come naturally to him, owing to his talent and upbringing, and yet, here he is, holding Kazuichi's hand, out on the beach where anyone can see them. Kazuichi is surprised he’s even found the courage to do this.

Nonetheless, he gives his hand a gentle squeeze, and Fuyuhiko squeezes back. 

[mia-cooper]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chakotay/Kathryn Janeway Characters: Chakotay, Kathryn Janeway Additional Tags: Drabble, Birthday, May 20, Post-Series Series: Part 9 of Happy birthday, Captain Janeway Summary:

He’d always wanted to give her the stars of home, but she already had everything she’d ever wanted.

Stardate 55381.1, in the Alpha quadrant.

This will be the final chapter in this series.

[kiddoryder]

Sophie’s Pet

This for @loli-momo1908 consider it as a birthday gift (sorry for it being late) but her request for Sophie finding a lost animal and she want to keep. Base on the Powerpuff Girls episode Helter Shelter where Bubbles wanted to keep a baby whale.

So relax and enjoy the story!

Blitz and Sophie McKnight belongs to @loli-momo1908

At the hotel garden’s Charlie and Vaggie were sitting at a table chatting. Blitz was on a lawn chair reading and Angel was getting a tan. Sophie was planting some flowers. Then all of a sudden, she saw some dirt being put on her flowers. Confused, she turned and saw Fat Nuggets digging a hole.

Sophie - *giggled* “Angel. Fat Nuggets is looking for his toy again.”

Angel - *chuckles* “Nuggies, your toy is inside, remember? We had to wash it because it was dirty.”

Fat Nuggets oinks and Angel gently pick him up.

Angel - “Look like you need a bath. Come on, let's get the tub ready.”

Angel picks Fat Nuggets down and gently taps his bottom so he can go inside. Vaggie then shouted out:

Vaggie - “Make sure he doesn’t dirty anything!”

Angel - “Up yours!”

Vaggie growls in anger. Blitz just rolled his eyes and then noticed Sophie was putting something in her shirt. Then he stood up, walked over to Sophie and said:

Blitz - “Drop it.”

Sophie - *jumped and nervous* “D-Drop what?”

Blitz - “Whatever you have in your shirt. I know it’s a little animal.”

Sophie - “How do you know it wasn’t a rock?”

Blitz - “Because rocks don’t move.”

Sophie sighs and took out a little demon bird. The little demon bird flew away. Blitz sighs and kneeled down to Sophie’s height.

Blitz - “Sophie, this is getting out of hand lately.”

Sophie - “But it was one little birdy.”

Blitz - “It is not just the birdy Sophie. You been trying to take home a lot of wild animals. Remember the two little mice you brought in the hotel?”

Sophie - “Mr and Mrs. Cute? They like to live in boots!”

Blitz - “Yeah. But they chose to live in Angel’s boots and he freaked out. Then there was that raccoon.”

Sophie - “Racky?”

Blitz - “Well Racky caused a big mess in the trash can and the kitchen.”

Sophie - “He was hungry!”

Blitz - “Sophie we talked about this before: You’re too young to have a pet. And you can’t keep taking in wild animals. Especially locking them in your closet. It’s not good for them.”

Sophie - “But Blitzy-“

Blitz - “Sorry Sophie. That’s my final word. Now get your things. We are going back inside.”

Sophie - *sighs* “Okay Blitzy.”

Sophie began to pick up her garden tools. As she was picking them up, she heard weird noises in the bushes. Sophie went to the bushes, and move the leaves and branches. She gasps in surpsied.

()()()()()()()()()

Blitz decide to leave to go the supermarket. He left Charlie and Vaggie in charge of babysitting Sophie. Which isn’t a problem because Sophie is rather an easy kid to babysit. There are sometimes even Husk babysit her and have no trouble at all. However, Husk began to notice that Sophie had a big plate of meat in her hands.

Husk - “Hey kid, what’s that for?”

Sophie - *nervous* “Uhh me? I’m pretty hungry.”

Husk - “Oh. Make sense.”

Husk went back to drinking his liquor as Sophie went back to her room with the food. Meanwhile, Charlie and Vaggie were doing some paperwork in their office. Then all of a sudden, they heard some loud munching and growling noises.

Charlie - “What was that?”

Vaggie - “It’s probably KeeKee or Angel’s pig making noises again.”

Charlie - “Let’s go check it out.”

First, Charlie and Vaggie went to Niffty’s room, since KeeKee likes being there. They knocked on the door and Niffty opened it.

Niffty - “Oh hi there! Need anything? Is something dirty? I can clean up fast!”

Charlie - *chuckles* “It’s okay Niffty. But Vaggie and I heard a strange growling noise. We thought it might be KeeKee.”

Niffty - “Oh no. KeeKee is napping in her bed.”

Charlie and Vaggie took a peak and saw that Niffty was right. KeeKee was napping in her little bed.

Charlie - “Okay. Thank you Niffty.”

Charlie and Vaggie allowed Niffty to go back to what she was doing in her room. Then heard the growling noises again and this time it sound like it was chewing on some food.

Charlie - “Okay we know it’s not KeeKee.”

Vaggie - “Then it gotta be Fat Nuggets.”

Charlie and Vaggie went to Angel’s room and Charlie knocked on the door.

Angel - “It’s open!”

They went inside Angel’s room and what was strange is that they didn’t see Angel.

Charlie - “Uh? Angel where are you?”

Angel - “In the bathroom! I’m giving Fat Nuggets a bath.”

Charlie and Vaggie went to the bathroom and saw Angel was giving Fat Nuggets a bath in the bathtub. Fat Nuggets was just happily oinking as Angel was washing his little head.

Charlie - “So it’s not Fat Nuggets either.”

Angel - “What? What are you talking about?”

Charlie - “We've been hearing weird growling noises.”

Angel - “Ya sure it wasn’t just Vaggie talking?”

Vaggie looked pissed and they saw Sophie in the hallway holding a dog bowl full of water. This raise suspiciousion because KeeKee and Fat Nuggets has their own bowl. After getting Fat Nuggets out of the bath, Charlie, Vaggie and Angel decide to confront Sophie. They went to the hallway and just when Sophie was gonna enter, Charlie said:

Charlie - “And what are you doing young lady?”

Sophie - *nervous* “Oh! Um…I was really thirsty?”

Angel - “And you chose a bowl because?”

Sophie - “It’s bigger?”

Vaggie - “Okay Sophie. What wild animal do you have this time?”

Sophie - “It’s not a wild animal.”

They opened the door and saw a small Cerberus black dog. The dog was chewing and eating the bones from the meat Sophie was giving him.

Sophie - “He’s a mammal!”

Vaggie - *shocked* “You brought in a Cerberus?!”

Sophie - “No. A puppy! Isn’t he cute? I name him Chewy because he loves to chew on things.”

Angel - *worried* “When Blitz gets home, he’s gonna have a cow!”

Sophie - *frustrated* “No! It’s a puppy!”

Charlie - “Puppy, cow, what’s the difference? Sophie, your brother said no more animals!”

Sophie - “But you don’t understand! I was gathering my garden tools like Big Brother told me when all of a sudden I heard this faint cry coming from the bushes. So I went to investigate, and there was this sad little doggy looking hungry and lonely. I felt so bad ’cause he looked all sad. And then I thought, “I’ll bring him home!” Then I thought, “No, ’cause Blitz said, ‘Animals don’t like being locked up in closets. It’s not good for them.’” Then I thought, “I won’t put him in my closet! I’ll put him in my room!” So here we are.”

Vaggie - “Oh Sophie…”

Just when Charlie was about to say something, her phone started to vibrate. Charlie took out her phone and it was Blitz. He said “I finished shopping. Be back in a few minutes.” Charlie eyes widen.

Charlie - “Shit! Blitz is on his way back!”

Angel - “We gotta hide the mutt!”

Sophie - “But Chewy isn’t that bad.”

Then they saw Chewy chewing up some of Sophie’s pillows. He started to make holes in them and feathers started to come out.

Sophie - *nervously* “Maybe he wouldn’t notice?”

Charlie, Vaggie and Angel gave her a “You’re kidding me right” looks. Then Charlie said:

Charlie - “Let's find a place!”

()()()()()()()()()()

Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, and Sophie all try to find a place to hide Chewy. But they didn’t work out due to him either escaping, too easy to be find, or he would chew it up. Sophie flew to a window and look out at the window seeing that her brother was home.

Sophie - *gasps* “Blitz is here!”

Angel - “Wait! I know where we can hide the pup.”

Angel took Chewy and put him in Blitz's room and closed the door.

Vaggie - “Angel you idiot! That was Blitz’s room!”

Angel - “It’s only for a few minutes! Besides, he’s only here when it's time for bed.”

Vaggie - “Yeah but-“

They saw the door opened and Blitz was carrying two bags of groceries. However, Blitz was slightly struggling since the bags were a bit heavy.

Charlie - *nervously* “Oh! L-Let me get that for you Blitz.”

Charlie quickly took the bags and put them in the kitchen.

Blitz - *confused* “Uh…Thanks?”

Sophie - “Uhh…How was your day?”

Blitz - “Okay I guess. It was a bit crowded but I managed to get through. I’m gonna cook dinner.”

Vaggie - “Oh! That’s good to hear.”

Blitz went to the kitchen and was getting some food out for dinner. However, when he got out some ice cream sandwiches, some of them were melted and dripping. The dripping liquid got on his shirt and pants much to his annoyance.

Blitz - “Aw damn it!”

Charlie - “W-What’s wrong Blitz?”

Blitz - “I got ice cream on me *sighs* I gotta go change now.”

Angel - *nervously* “Uhh wait! I know how to get it off *sexually* I’m pretty much an expert with my tongue.”

Blitz’s left eye twitches while he blushes. He raised his fist up and bop Angel on the head. Angel fell on the ground looking at the floating stars around him.

Blitz - *annoyed* “Never ask me that ya filthy bastard!”

He began to go to his room. Nervous, Charlie, Vaggie, and Sophie tried to stop him.

Charlie - “M-Maybe you change later?”

Blitz - “Sorry. I don’t like cooking in dirty clothes. It makes me look like a bum.”

Vaggie - “I can clean it for you!”

Blitz - “Thanks but I got this.”

Charlie - “How about I help you cook?”

Blitz - “I’m fine by myself.”

Sophie - “Have I told you that I love you?”

Blitz - *chuckles* “Yes a lot of times. Now let me-“

Just when Blitz opened the door, he saw Chewy scratched up his pillows, blanket, and chewed on some of his clothes.

Blitz - “SOPHIE!!!”

Sophie - *feigning surprise* “Blitz! Your room is destroyed! Eek! A doggy! I’ll…save…you?”

Sophie can tell her brother already knows the truth. Whenever he gives her a stern glare and crosses his arms, she knows that she’s in trouble.

Blitz - “Like you wanted to save the cerberus?

Sophie sadly nodded.

Sophie - *quietly* “I name him Chewy…”

Blitz - *sighs and kneeled down* “Oh Sophie…How can I make you understand? Say if I would of made you live away from us-“

Sophie - *horrified* “You wouldn’t do that!”

Blitz - “Oh! Of course not. But you would feel terrible won’t you?”

Sophie - *sadly* “Yes.”

Blitz - “Well that's how the animals you've been keeping feel. They have family and they don’t wanna be away from them.”

That hit Sophie like a ton of bricks. She never thought of these animals having a family either. She was so used to seeing people having pets, she just thought they didn’t have family. But her brother was right; she wouldn’t want to be away from her own family either.

Then all of a sudden, outside there were loud noises and people screaming. Confused, Charlie and the others looked outside and saw a giant Cerberus. It was destroying half of the city and did a howl that was so loud it broke some glass on windows.

Angel - *shocked* “Oh shit! I think that’s Chewy’s mama!!”

Charlie - *scared* “H-How do we know it’s the mama?”

Angel - “What the fuck you want a DNA test?! She’s a fucking giant Cerberus!”

Vaggie - “We gotta stop her!”

Blitz - “You’re right. I’ll use my powers to distract her, Vaggie would use her spear and-“

Sophie - “Wait! Don’t hurt her Blitzy! I know what she wants. I’ll give her back Chewy.”

Blitz - *worried* “Wait Sophie, it’s too dangerous too-“

Sophie - “No! It’s my fault because I took Chewy away from his mama. I know it’s scary, but please let me do this. I’m a big girl.”

Blitz then realizes how serious Sophie wants to do this. He also realizes that he can’t keep protecting Sophie from dangerous things and has to do some things on her own. He can also tell his words got to Sophie because now she was determined to fix her mistake.

Blitz - *take a deep breath* “Okay. You can do this Sophie. But we will be there in case something happens.”

()()()()()()()()()

The Cerberus kept roaring and destroying the buildings. It won’t stop until it finds its missing baby. Then it heard a voice:

“Mama doggy! Stop!”

She turned and saw Sophie holding her baby in her arms.

Sophie - *pleading* “I found your baby! He’s safe. Please stop destroying the city.”

Cerberus turned and sniffed Chewy. Then gave Chewy a lick on the face and he happily licks back. Sophie gently put Chewy on his mother’s back.

Sophie - *sadly* “Goodbye Chewy. I’ll miss you.”

Chewy then licked Sophie on the cheek and she giggled. The Giant Cerberus nodded and began to leave the city happy that she found her baby. Sophie did wave goodbye to Chewy happy that he was now with his mother.

()()()()()()()()()

Sophie was getting ready for bed as she was putting on her pajamas. Then she heard a knock on the door.

Sophie - “Come in!”

The door opened and it was Blitz.

Sophie - “Oh hi Blitzy!”

Blitz - “How you feeling Sophie?”

Sophie - “A little sad, but I’m happy Chewy is back with his mama.”

Blitz - “That’s good. I want to say that I’m really proud of you. You made a mistake, fixed it, and you did it all on your own. Showing what a big girl you are becoming.”

Sophie - *giggled* “Thanks Blitzy. I guess you’re right about something too: taking care of a pet is hard work. Maybe I’m not ready to take care of my own.”

Blitz - “Well yes, but I have been talking to Niffty and Angel: you can be in charge of their pets when they go out or can play with them anytime.”

Sophie - *eyes gleam* “Really?!”

Blitz - “Yeah! They heard how you took care of Chewy. And noticed how before you were nervous to ask them to play with KeeKee and Fat Nuggets.”

Sophie - “Well…We just moved here and worried they would say no.”

Blitz - “Well Angel and Niffty don’t mind. They can tell you really are an animal lover. So you can play with them anytime you want.”

Sophie - *happy* “Yay!”

Blitz - “But, you are still in trouble for disobeying me.”

Sophie - *dismayed* “Awww…”

Blitz - “Normally it’s for a week, but I’ll admit: it was kind of my fault for not explain it clearly to you. Plus you did fix it, so no dessert for 3 days.”

Sophie - *smiles* “Okay I’ll take it.”

Both Blitz and Sophie hugged and Blitz tuck Sophie in bed and she fell asleep. Then she heard a noise in her room. Her ear twitch and woke up. She look at the side of her bed and saw Fat Nuggets.

Sophie - “Nuggy! What are you doing in my room?”

Fat Nuggets oinks

Sophie - “You’re saying you wanna sleep with me tonight? Okay! Up at Adam.”

Sophie picks up Fat Nuggets and gently puts him next to her and covers him with her blanket. Sophie laid back down and cover herself and Fat Nuggets gave her a cute kiss on the nose.

Sophie - *giggled* “Nighty night Nuggies.”

Both Sophie and Fat Nuggets fell asleep. Sophie was happy that she did the right thing, and is now a pet sitter. She knows that someday when she’s older, she will have a pet of her own that she will love and care forever.

Hope you like it!

[tojbnuy]

mini part 4 for gojo day 🧁 next part will probably be the finale. thank you for showing best friend toru so much love even tho he is fairly toxic. art by @ _3aem on twt!! part one part two part three

warnings: a very vague birthday bj, some feelings? MDNI

birthdayboybestfriend!satoru who waits with his phone in his hand ignoring all his other messages and skipping to your contact because he knows you’ll say it at bang on midnight. he is then smiling so hard at his phone suguru actually gets worried.

bestfriend!satoru who obviously has party of the century going on at his place. being the star boy he is, he is soaking up the attention. however he has been dyingggg for your arrival, he makes sure to tell every girl that approaches him that he is booked and busy for today.

bestfriend!satoru who tackles you into a massive hug when he sees you and picks you up just to make sure everyone else sees this. you’re wearing white (his favourite) and he knows for a fact you did that on purpose.

bestfriend!satoru who disregards everyone else’s presents for the time being so he can give you and your presents his full attention. unfortunately he is nosy and had scrolled through your google tab last week so he already knew what two of them were going to be.

bestfriend!satoru who (staying true to character) asks you for a birthday kiss. ‘can i have my last present now baby?’ and then he’s pressed up against you and his familiar taste is all you can take in. ‘toru people can see us’ ‘let them see baby’

bestfriend!satoru who wraps your ponytail around his fist whilst you’re talking. sometimes even pulling you back a bit so he can take a long inhale at your neck.

bestfriend!satoru who is actually very annoyed that he got a hot tub because now there were multiple gawking at you. suguru even wolf whistles at you at one point just to rile him up and he got a mouthful of tub water because of it.

bestfriend!satoru who catches you whispering to suguru and finds he definitely does not like the look of that. you had a worried expression which he made a mental note of to ask suguru about later.

bestfriend!satoru who casually gropes at your chest. (you allow him of course) (however you put an end to it when his fingers start to creep into the material of the lace covering your breasts.) (there were simply too many people present but satoru was content with just holding your tit) (stressball >__<)

bestfriend!satoru who makes his closest friends go round the tub and say what they like about him most. suguru is the only one who gives him a slightly heartfelt message, sukuna calls him ugly, toji calls him an airhead, nanami says he is ‘special’ (whatever that means?), shoko says he makes her want to smoke. and then it’s your turn and gojo actually tears up at your beautiful words. your voice and your eyes staring only ever at him saying that he is your person and you really do think he the strongest individual you know. (then he grabs your face and kisses you and the crowd boos until he stops)

bestfriend!satoru who is dead set on you staying with him for the night. ‘you’re not gonna cuddle your best friend on his birthday?’ and how could you everrrr say no to that.

bestfriend!satoru who has his head on your chest, you hands running through his hair and scratching at your scalp. his thighs are covering yours and he lazily kisses at your collarbone. the tension in the room is thick. you can both feel it. it was simply a game of who would move first. satoru knew you wouldn’t, always the more timid and shy one of the two so he took it upon himself to drag his fingers across the waistband of your shorts. ‘wait toru we can’t i’m, i’m your friend?’ god you were too sweet for this earth. ‘it’s okay baby. we don’t have to, but no one’s gonna know. just us.’ and he litters even more feather light kisses to the spot right below your ear until you were letting out soft little sighs. ‘then. then i want to do it, yk since it’s your birthday.’ he knew you weren’t the most conventional best friends but this, this was further than anything you’d ever done before. and he was on cloud nine.

bestfriend!satoru who was now realizing that he had never experienced true joy before this moment. before he had felt your velvet soft lips wrapped around his tip. your tongue licking at his crown so softly, so sweetly. he’s always been a moaner but now he had no shame in the sounds that were leaving him. ‘that’s it baby, just like that. that’s my girl’.

bestfriend!satoru who was a head pusher. he let you set the pace in the beginning but he was growing desperate, something he hadn’t experienced before. your little mewls as he holds you in place right at the base of his dick. your nose nestled against the faint hairs there, and your tears dropping directly into his skin. he had given you the chance to move but being the amazing best friend that you were you swallowed everything he gave you, even opened wide and let him take a look, that to make sure. ‘fuck baby that was the best gift ever’

bestfriend!satoru who snores like a truck directly into your ears and grinds his hips into your thighs whilst he sleeps.

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[bunnyyyuu]

includes: f! reader, aged up! boys, reverse cowgirl (yuuji), cunnilingus (megumi), nipple sucking (toge), porn without plot, probably ooc

ass, tits, or thighs?

ASS — yuuji itadori

you're not surprised by this, everyone knows yuuji loves a good ass. he doesn't care how big it is, it's his favorite thing ever. he's grabbing your butt in almost every hug, smacking it whenever he walks past, using it as a pillow whenever you're laying on your tummy. wear some flare jeans: he's hard. wear a skirt: he’s hard. wear those booty shorts: he’s hard. wear a thong bikini: he’s hard. wear sweats that are way too flattering for what are essentially pajamas: he's hard. he’s reeling in excitement the second you're bent over. if you go to the gym together, he's on the verge of drooling when you're doing squats. he feels like a pervert, but he knows you enjoy it. he’s pulling you onto his lap every chance he's got, taking his lip between his teeth nervously when you wiggle atop his growing boner. reverse cowgirl is this man's shit. his hands on your hips bouncing you up and down effortlessly on his cock and he's just moaning and whining behind you. “so pretty, sweetheart. i love your ass,” he mumbles breathlessly before moving a hand to smack it as he rams up into you.

TITS — toge inumaki

toge has to force himself to not ogle at your boobs. he tries hard (ha! get it?) to not show the way even a sliver of your chest in a low cut shirt has his head spinning. he doesn't even care about the size, he just adores boobies. he's constantly trying to convince you that you shouldn't wear a bra—”it’ll be comfy,” he signs—but he really just wants to see your nipples through your shirt. if you oblige, he's sliding his hand under your tee immediately. poor guy can't decide what he likes more; you on his lap or sitting in yours. on one hand, when you're on top of him, he can watch your tits bounce as you lazily grind against his straining cock in his pants. and, when you're bouncing on said cock, he can let his eyes roll back with your boobs in his face. he could die like that. however, he loves sitting on your lap, legs on either side of your hips, hands digging into your waist. he keeps his purple eyes on your face while he takes one of your nipples between his lips. he alternates every few moments, leaving both your nipples purpled and sensitive. he stays like that for hours, he could probably cum just from sucking on your boobs if he wanted to. again, he could die like that. eventually, he decides he doesn't need a favorite. he just loves your boobs. he really loves your boobs. “show me your tits,” he's whispering in your ear the instant you're alone together, cursed words ringing through your head. you literally can't say no to that.

THIGHS — megumi fushiguro

oh, good lord. megumi is a mess in seconds when you're wearing shorts, or a skirt, or whatever shows off your legs. he’s chewing the inside of his cheek until you're alone together. then, he's on his knees nipping your thighs. he's literally obsessed with your legs to the point that he starts to enjoy summer a bit more, all because can see you. how sweet! a large hand is always on one of your thighs, grasp just firm enough where you're acutely aware of him. he love love loves when he carries your sleepy body with your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands caressing the bottom of your thighs. he also love love loves laying face down in your lap and peppering kisses on your legs while your hands are in his locks. but, he can be so mean sometimes. he’ll throw your legs over his shoulders and ignore your dripping cunt for hours to instead suck and bite marks into your thighs. you won't be wearing shorts for a while after this, not with all those deep purple hickeys. you keep whining and tugging him by the hair towards where you need him, but he just tuts a little and goes back to your legs. after way too much teasing, he finally listens. “okay, okay, ‘m sorry,” he grumbles before swiping his hot tongue over your clit. however, he keeps forcing you to squeeze his head with your thighs. compromise!

[suksatoru]

here with me ⋆˚୨♡୧˚⋆ keigo x you

keigo's real laugh is nothing, if not music.

there's a front keigo uses when it comes to other people—a barrier he wasn't even aware existed. his faux laugh was easygoing. it was short, and it was charming. he used it whenever he was talking to the higher ups or his colleagues. hell, he used it when he spoke to anyone. he's never been able to share the intimacy of a real laugh with another person before.

secretly, he was envious of those strangers he'd hear every once in a while. whether it was on patrol, or if he was just strolling into a coffee shop—ordinary citizens, people, humans, we're always laughing around him.

it could be huffs of air, odd squeaks or giggles—people with heaving chests, people chuckling, people snorting, people wheezing—but keigo knew a real laugh when he heard one.

which was odd, because he hadn't heard his own real laugh until you.

you're tucked into keigo's side, half awake and half asleep as you stumble forward. your eyes are barely open—and you're so drunk that keigo can already imagine the headache his poor baby is going to have tomorrow morning

"c'mon songbird, up up up."

he takes off your clothes and makeup, changing you quickly into your nightgown as you talk. you babble on about anything and everything that comes to your mind as he works—keigo kneels in front of you, smiling softly as he slowly unravels your dress and takes off your silvery shiny heels—he pulls on your nightdress, and grabs your favorite fluffy socks before tugging them up and over your feet

"kei baby," you whisper, and he glances up at you as he finishes taking off the last bit of your jewelery. he places your earrings into the little gold box you have on his desk as his warm hands wrap around your waist. he hums quietly as you suddenly place your palms flat on his chest, shoving him

he falls onto the bed with a soft oof! before sending you a confused smile

"shh...let me think, kei."

keigo folds his legs, amusement shining bright in his eyes as he watches you. your hair falls from its updo in wisps, framing your face as you stand in deep thought near the edge of your shared bed—hand on your jaw as you tilt your head

your smirk forms slowly. it's small, sly, silly and so drunk as you suddenly kneel onto the bed. you crawl towards keigo and fasten your knees on both sides of his hips—straddling him as he blinks up in surprise, not expecting your warm mouth to begin trailing kisses up his neck

sexy, is all keigo can think as a soft sigh escapes his lips. he's just about to kiss you back—when suddenly, you speak up.

"are you my appendix? because i have this funny feeling riiiight here that makes me feel like i should take you out." you whisper seductively, gliding his palm towards your tummy and under your nightgown

keigo blinks once. twice. before he stutters with his response. he tries to form even just one word—but he can't. and suddenly, he's falling apart—he's laughing so hard that he can't fucking breathe.

you blink in response, tilting your head adorably in confusion. you thought that was a good pick up line! but keigo's face is flushed for an entirely different reason other than being flustered, and his lips are stretched into a toothy grin. you're concerned for the lack of oxygen in his lungs when he's suddenly wheezing, and god, his eyes are shining with tears.

"oh-oh baby, i fucking love you."

you're slapping his arm, whining and pouting about how he ruined the moment. but your tone—your very serious face while uttering the absolute worst pick up line keigo has ever heard has him struggling to breathe in his fits of laughter

but you can't even try to be mad. because keigo's eyes are crinkling with genuine joy, and his hands are pressing you to his chest, and this laugh is so authentic—it bubbles all the way from his belly, so heartfelt and silly that you can't help but giggle along with him

"it was good, right? are you feeling—heh, turned on?"

keigo's smile is breathtaking. no wonder he's on so many magazine covers every month. finally—he leans forward, pressing his warm mouth against yours in a soft kiss as he cradles your face with both of his palms

"yeah, baby. never felt more hot and bothered... you know, 'm gonna marry you one day." he murmurs against your lips as you squirm in his lap

"nuh uh. who said i'll say yes?"

he laughs again. it's softer this time, and he maneuvers you carefully back into bed. you look like an angry kitten when you glare at him, but he only grins in response as he tucks you in—tugging the soft comforter up and over your body before getting into bed himself. he pulls you on top of him, gliding his hand up the back of your thigh all the way up until he's at the base of your spine

"you make me very happy, ya'know that songbird?"

you hum in reply, eyes already drooping close as your hold on keigo tightens just the slightest bit. his wings naturally fold to wrap around you—cocooning you in his hold.

he can see you're too tired to respond, your eyes are already slipping close when he presses a kiss onto your forehead

he admires you quietly, thanking the cosmos for allowing him to have this one good thing in life. you're drooling all over his shirt, and keigo wouldn't ever wish to have someone else laying beside him at night.

[urfriendlywriter]

birthday prompts for loversss !

(feel free to usee<3 tag mee!! inspired by my b'day haha. plot twist is i am single :))

staying up to wish them at midnight

you bring them a cake, singing hbd, but all their attention is on you.

hugs you, tearing up, breaking down because nobody has done this for them ever

intimate b'day celebrations like it's just you and them and every whisper of hbd and well wishes are so comforting <3

cupcake b'day celebrations!

them hugging u from behind as they watch u make a wish

"what did u wish for?" u ask as a soft murmur and they say, "you. to never let u go."

i celebrated my bestie's b'day and she said to me,

^ "thank u for loving me every year and making me feel like i am being loved by someone,"

^ "knowing that, that someone is you, is what matters." (i won in LIFEE)

"how's my favorite b'day girl/boy doing?" :))

maybe it's their first time having their b'day being celebrated, :(

and all they can do is bury their face into ur neck and cry. the cake abandoned for a moment until they gain composure.

when they write u letters on ur b'day,

or give u thought-out gifts.

wiping cake from the corners of their lips

or alternatively just kissing it away, making them fluster. (uhm.. didn't happen on my bday, who's lyINGG-)

a quiet whisper of happy birthday,

tight hugs and lingering kisses throughout the day, and just feeling loved by the other person. feeling their emotions of gratitude to have u in their life!

telling them or writing to them, "It's your [age] birthday, and so [age] reasons why I love you." (eg: 20th, 19th and so on)

[i-heart-slashers]

Happy Birthday To Me!

It's that time of year again... My birthday. Another year older... (sigh)...

🎂

This year I'm doing something a little easier:

Follow these 3 easy steps. ⬎

↠Pick a genre from the list below. ↠ Select any horror 'character' (does not need to be a slasher ↠ Choose two or three words you would like to be included.

Rules (sort of):

† - I won't restrict this to followers only but I would appreciate if you could like, reblog and if you want please follow me.

† - Send you request to my ask box.

† - If you request a character I'm not familiar with then I will try my best but I might not fulfil the request.

† - Please be kind it literally costs nothing.

Genres:

🖤 AU 🧡 Angst 🖤 Dark 🧡 Fluff 🖤 Suggestive 🧡 Comedy/Goofy 🖤 Yandere 🧡 Random (My choice)

Example Request:

Hi, I would like to make a dark request for Ghostface using the words: knife, caught and gone.

[heich0e]

iwaizumi got a lower back tattoo on his 21st birthday.

if you showed one hundred people in the street a photo of 30-year-old hajime, and then surveyed them as to whether or not they think he has a lower back tattoo, it's unlikely more than one of them would say yes—and even the one who did probably just misheard the question. it's as unbelievable a thought as any, and still somehow it's true.

he was 21, legally drunk for the first time in america, and hanamaki and matsukawa had finally come to california to visit him to mark the occasion. it was kind of a stupid trip, they realized afterwards, because issei and hiro were still only 20 and couldn't even go out to the bars near UC irvine that all of iwa's college friends were inviting him out to for the first time.

but he didn't mind.

he bought them beer and sugary canned cocktails from the convenience store near campus using the birthday money his nanay sent him, silently repenting in his mind as the store clerk in the polyester vest rang the expensive purchase through. then they all got drunk in iwa's tiny student apartment while they played video games, called oikawa, and eventually wandered out into the warm california night in search of food.

the details beyond that are fuzzy, but the lines inked into the little space at the bottom of hajime's spine are not—even after nine whole years.

most people have no idea about the tattoo—and hajime has gone to great lengths to keep it that way. he wears a compression t-shirt at the gym so there's no risk of it riding up and accidentally revealing it. he orders patches to conceal it on the rare occasion he goes to onsens. he never showers with the athletes at work, always either opting to shower at home, shower after the team, or use the staff facilities when available.

but in spite of all of that, he's not embarrassed of it.

he doesn't even really regret it.

it's just not anybody else's business.

the ink on his skin is a secret kept between him, matsukawa, hanamaki, the guy who tattooed him, and oikawa who was screaming on facetime in the background while it happened.

and now you, too.

your hand snakes up the back of hajime's sweatshirt as he stands at the stove preparing breakfast, cool fingertips tracing the curls of ink even without seeing them—having long mapped them to memory. hajime suppresses a shiver, not expecting the contact, as you crowd yourself closer to his back and lean your weight against him.

"i was trying not to wake you," he says quietly, the hand not holding the chopsticks he's flipping his omelette with reaching behind him in search of you.

"you didn't," you murmur into his back, catching his seeking hand in yours and twining your fingers together. "smelled food."

hajime laughs to himself, his eyes crinkling. he squeezes your fingers tightly as his heart thuds in his chest.

underneath his sweatshirt, your nails rake lightly against his skin.

"shouldn't i be making your breakfast?"

hajime transfers his omelette to the plate waiting beside the stove, flicking off the burner and then turning to face you. he wraps his arms around you and holds you properly now, your face burrowing into the collar of his hoodie the way you always do, his nose brushing your temple.

"wanted to let you sleep a bit longer," hajime grunts out, his cheeks burning a bit hot—still shy, sometimes, even after so much time has passed. "thought you might be tired after..."

you snort, your head popping up to look at him. "after you fucked me within an inch of my life into the wee hours of the morning?"

the fire burning under hajime's skin grows even hotter. he splutters a little, and struggles to meet your gaze.

"i'm not tired," you whisper, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips. the incorrigible one he fell in love with. "we were celebrating, after all."

hajime's eyes are burning a little bit, to complement the stinging in his cheeks. you lift your hand up to his face so you can feel the heat of his skin, and he rests his own hand—larger, more calloused than your own—to rest overtop of it. he looks at you, and sees happiness reflected back at him in your gaze. so fathomless he thinks he could drown in it.

hajime turns his face into your touch, and his eyes flutter closed as he noses against your palm.

he presses a kiss there. soft. adoring.

then another, just slightly higher, to the ring he put on your finger the night before.

he peeks at you again, that same heat in his cheeks, though not nearly as unbearable.

he's got another secret he doesn't regret now, one just as permanent as the ink in his skin, but this one won't stay hidden long. eventually he'll call his parents, and his nanay will probably get teary. then he'll tell his friends, who will put his mother's tears to shame. he'll leave the tattoo artist out of it this time, though—wherever that guy is now.

"happy birthday, hajime," you whisper to him with a smile he can't help but return.

he might keep this secret between the two of you today, though. just for a little while longer.

it'll be his gift to himself.