#THANK YOU FOR THE HAPPY BIRTHDAY PLANT I HOPE YESTERDAY WAS GOOD TO YOU AND TODAY WILL BE ASWELL!! XD

[smashwolfen]

Happy birthday dude! I hope you had a good!!

Thank you very much Plant!! I had a good chill birthday yesterday! Now to relax for the weekend and have a birthday dinner with the fam sunday!

[lam-ila]

Feliz Cumpleaños Mi Amor || Fernando Alonso

Summary: You surprise Fernando with a birthday cake after the Belgian Grand Prix.

Word Count: 819

Warnings: none

please let me know if you find more that i should add

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a/n: it’s everyone’s favourite rookie’s birthday so i wrote this for him

this is gender neutral. hope you enjoy this! feedback is appreciated

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The checkered flag at the end of the Belgian Grand Prix marked the beginning of summer break for the 2024 Formula One season. You, for one, were very happy about that. As much as you enjoyed following Fernando to every grand prix, you had been yearning for summer break to arrive so you and him could be as lazy as you wanted to be.

So there you two were, cuddled together on the hotel bed the night of the Belgian Grand Prix. Fernando laid in your arms, resting his head on your chest, listening to the steady beat of your heart. Your left hand rubbed soothing circles on his back while your right hand absentmindedly played with his soft hair. You both stayed in a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s presence and mentally soaking in the moment. After a little while, Fernando lifted his head off of your chest to look you in the eyes.

“What time is it?” he breathed, following his words by immediately burying his face into your neck. You stretched your arm out to the other side of the bed where your phone rested, tapping on the screen to check the time.

“12:05 in the morning,” you told him, setting your phone back down and nuzzling into his hair. “Oh my gosh it’s your birthday!” You straightened up upon realization, struggling to get out of Fernando’s grasp that he only tightened to ensure that you wouldn’t leave him.

“Amor, it’s fine.” He briefly looked up to plant a chaste kiss to the underside of your jaw. “I’m 43, cool, that’s a year older than I was yesterday. It’s no big deal.”

“I already have something for you,” you explained, attempting for a second time to get out of his hold. “Fernando, let me go, please.” He loosened up, allowing you to stand up while he remained seated on the hotel bed, looking up at you with a pout on his lips. “I’ll be right back.”

You rushed over to the small fridge built into the chest of drawers, taking out a white cake box and grabbing two plastic forks that you put next to the tv of the hotel room. You sat next to Fernando and folded back the lid of the cake box, revealing the circular six inch cake that contained the message ‘Happy Birthday Rookie!’ written in gel frosting.

“What’s this?” he chuckled.

“Feliz cumpleaños, mi amor.” You smiled. “I don’t have a knife, so we’re gonna eat right out of the box.” You took one of the forks you grabbed earlier and dipped it into the cake, scooping up a bite and feeding it to Fernando.

“Mmmm, this is good,” he complimented mid-chew. “Thank you for this.”

“Want another bite?” You lifted up the now empty fork, trying to persuade him to eat more.

“Of course.”

You scooped up another bite of cake, bringing the fork up to Fernando’s mouth before he turned his head to the side, causing you to smudge some frosting on his cheek.

“You did that on purpose!” he teasingly accused.

“I did not! You looked away right as I was about to feed you!”

Before you could add anything else, one of Fernando’s fingers was on your cheek, smudging frosting across your face. Soon after, you were both picking up more frosting from the cake on your fingertips and smudging it onto one another.

“Okay, okay, okay.” You raised your hands in surrender. “Let me go get a napkin to clean us up.” Before you could get up, Fernando grabbed your arm, keeping you seated next to him on the bed.

“Or I could clean you up myself.” Fernando leaned forwards, kissing the tip of your nose and taking off the frosting that he put there with his kiss.

“Fernando!” you laughed while watching him wipe off the frosting on his face with the back of his hand. Once done, he continued to peck kisses around your face, cleaning up any frosting left there.

“There! All cleaned,” he declared, licking his lips to capture the bit of frosting still remaining there. “That tasted better than the actual cake.”

“The frosting, or the kissing me part?” you asked with a sly smile.

“The kissing you part.” Fernando wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer. “Speaking of which, you haven’t given me a kiss yet.”

“So?” you questioned, using the side of you not wrapped in his arm to move to cake to the bedside table.

“So, you should give me one. It is my birthday after all.”

“I thought you said your birthday was no big deal?” you teased.

“Oh, just shut up and kiss me already.”

You leaned into each other, meeting in the middle and pressing a long, passionate kiss to each other’s lips.

“Best birthday ever,” Fernando stated, a lovestruck look plastered on his face, before he leaned in again for another kiss.

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[airaibunny]

dom!nahyo x sub!fem!reader - “birthday wish” (warnings: smut, threesome, breast/nipple play, voyeurism, [slight]tears, oral, masturbating)

a/n: requested! i’m actually exactly like jihyo in this because this is a special birthday wish involving me(slight line spoiler)🙄 happy bday 🐰anon!

word count: 2.1k

“good morning birthday girl!”

your girlfriend, nayeon, wakes you up by shouting and jumping on you. she’s normally already bouncing everywhere and yelling, but she’s especially lively when she has even the slightest reason to celebrate. your birthday is no different.

“good morning.”

you groan, giving her a drowsy smile as your eyes adjust to the brightness. she gives you a big kiss and pulls off the blanket covering you. when she sees that you’re still unclothed from last night’s early birthday present, she giggles and kisses you again.

“you should go get ready, people are going to be here soon.”

“what?! It’s like nine, why did you tell them to come so early?!”

you groan again and stretch, trying to curl back up in bed. she doesn’t let you though, pulling you up by your arms and dragging you into the bathroom.

“i’m going to go get things ready. when you walk outside, i want you to be clothed and completely ready.”

she points a finger at you and raises her eyebrows. you fake salute at her and she walks out the door, shutting it behind her. you begin doing as you were told and step in the shower. while in there, you start thinking about something nayeon said yesterday.

while you guys were having some fun last night, nayeon stopped to look at your marked body for a few seconds. you don’t know if she meant to say what came out of her mouth next, but you haven’t been able to stop replaying it in your mind.

“i can’t wait to see what your birthday present will think of this.”

you of course didn’t ask her what she meant, but you’re hoping it was about something you previously told her.

a few days ago, you were sitting on your couch, mindlessly scrolling on your phone when nayeon walked into the room and took it from you.

“what do you want for your birthday?”

she sat, patiently waiting for your answer. you had an immediate one in your head, even if you didn’t want to admit it. the only thing you’d been thinking about for weeks was park jihyo and your girlfriend; completely indecent in front of you. you didn’t know how nayeon would react if you told her though, so you were very hesitant to say anything.

“i’m waiting…”

she crossed her arms, leaning back on the couch. you contemplated what to do for a few more seconds and decided to just tell her.

“i want jihyo to join us, just for one night.”

she sat still, looking at you confused.

“join us for what? what do you mean?”

you stared at the floor, too ashamed to make eye contact. it was quiet for a few more seconds, but she finally understood.

“oh.”

you looked up at her, frantically trying to explain yourself. she let you rant for some time before finally shutting you up with a kiss.

“i’ll see what i can do. don’t worry.”

with that, the conversation was over. she didn’t bring it up again until last night, or at least that’s what you’re hoping for.

you notice that you’ve been in the shower for a long time now, so you get out. when you’re done getting ready, you go outside where there’s already some other members.

“happy birthday!” they all shout at you as soon as they notice you’re finally done and run to hug you. you say thank you and walk over to nayeon who’s in the kitchen.

“genuinely why did you tell them to come so early? in what world do birthday parties start at ten?”

she rolls her eyes stops what she’s doing to completely look at you.

“they’re here right now because they’re leaving early. i have something planned for later.”

she plants a kiss on your forehead and turns away again. did she really talk to jihyo about it? did jihyo agree?

you walk back to the living room with a million questions, already impatiently waiting for everyone to leave.

you sit and chat with everyone for a bit. nayeon eventually joins, taking a seat right next to you. you hear the door open and turn to see who it is; its jihyo.

fuck.

she looks so hot, you can’t stop looking at her body. you don’t even care that nayeon can see exactly what you’re doing. you’re still staring at her as she walks over to greet you and gives you a hug.

“happy birthday, y/n! i hope it’s going well so far.”

you can feel yourself blushing tremendously and try to hide your face. before you can do that however, nayeon notices and can’t stop herself from taking a jab at you.

“c’mon, im right here.”

she smirks while whispering in your ear, clearly teasing you.

the rest of the members and some of your other friends arrive shortly thereafter, crowding your entire living room. of course you enjoy the company of everyone present, but in this specific moment, you wish none of them were here. all you can think about is what’s going to happen after they leave.

the day is going by dreadfully slow. you’re constantly looking at your phone, hoping to magically speed up time. you keep looking at jihyo and nayeon, basically undressing them both with your eyes. it’s now six and everyone is still here. ‘why?’ your ask yourself, going somewhat insane.

luckily, someone finally says they should get going which starts a domino effect until everyone is finally gone; leaving just you, nayeon, and jihyo.

they’re both sitting on the couch, looking at you with playful grins on their faces.

“so, nayeon tells me you have a special birthday wish, one involving me. is that true?”

you choke a bit as jihyo stretches her arms across the top of the couch, still staring at you with the same devilish smile. when you don’t say anything in response, nayeon decides to speak for you.

“she’s just a little nervous. isn’t that right, pretty girl?”

she motions for you to come closer, patting down the space in between them. you sit, breathing shakily as you look at jihyo. you feel very silly all of the sudden, you’re acting as if this is your first time ever being this close to her.

“oh c’mon, you’re the one who wanted this weren’t you?” nayeon gets closer to your ear to finish her sentence “why are you so being so shy now?”

“i don’t know.”

you finally speak, earning a smile from both of them.

“why don’t you sit on jihyo’s lap?”

nayeon moves you toward jihyo as the leader practically lifts you onto herself, making you straddle her. you’re suddenly hyperaware of how wet you are. you can feel the cold slick on your underwear as it’s pressed against you with jihyo’s thighs. there’s no way she can’t feel it, you have no shorts on under your dress and she’s wearing a skirt. you try lifting your hips a bit so your not directly touching her, but she pushes you back down.

“don’t do that, i want to feel how wet i’m making you.”

shit, she really wastes no time deciding to speak freely.

“let me take your clothes off.”

nayeon stands, pulling your dress completely off you and throwing it on the floor. you instinctively cover your bare chest, feeling your cheeks and core growing hotter. nayeon doesn’t seem to like that.

“don’t cover up, let her see.”

she lowers your arms, fully exposing you to jihyo. her eyes scan your entire body, looking at every little mark and bruise while brushing her fingers against your skin.

“so pretty, i want to add my own.”

she puts her lips directly on your breast, kissing and nibbling it until it’s completely coaxed in stains from her lipstick. nayeon is sitting beside you again, using her hand to play with your other breast. you’re already a moaning mess, even though you haven’t even been touched yet.

“take this off.”

jihyo tugs at your underwear and you eagerly do as you’re told. you sit back down on her lap, letting yourself come in direct contact with her thigh. you let out a small gasp, placing your hands on her shoulders for support.

“you’re so sensitive, cute.”

nayeon is just watching now, sitting back against the armrest as jihyo does what she wants.

jihyo’s mouth goes to your neck next, licking and biting you until she’s satisfied with how many marks she can see. the hand previously on your thigh travels further up, landing her thumb on top of your swollen clit. you gasp again at the friction.

“i want you to tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

you nod your head. she begins moving her thumb in slow, circular motions, drawing more slight gasps and moans from you.

“how long have you wanted me to do this?”

you make eye contact with her in your already broken state and force out an answer.

“don’t know, i can’t think.”

she laughs at your answer and brings her free hand your tits, taking one of your nipples in between two of her fingers.

you look over at nayeon. she’s still watching you guys, but one of her hands is inside her pants. her legs are spread apart, her face is flushed, and her free hand has two fingers in her mouth.

jihyo also notices what’s happening and speeds up. your eyes gloss over with tears as they normally do when you’re close to climaxing.

“is what nayeon is doing turning you on?”

jihyo questions, speeding up her motions even more. a breathy ‘yes’ escapes your lips and you feel your abdomen clench. your hips buck forward as you reach your high and you bury your face in jihyo’s neck. she keeps rubbing as you hear nayeon finish as well, helping you completely finish.

“you did so well. you’re such a good girl.”

jihyo tries to kiss your neck again, but you pull her in for an actual kiss. you grab her face, roughly interlacing your tongue with hers. when you pull away, nayeon also goes in for a kiss and you watch them with ecstasy.

“jihyo, it’s your turn now. it wouldn’t be fair if we got to finish but you didn’t.”

nayeon remarks, pulling you out of jihyo’s lap and pushing her down on the couch.

“y/n, why don’t you go ahead and eat her out?”

your girlfriend states, pulling down jihyo’s skirt in one quick motion. you nod in excitement and position yourself between jihyo’s thighs, directly on top of her core. you see how incredibly wet she is and can’t help but smile to yourself.

“she’s really good jihyo. you’re going to love her.”

nayeon pushes your head in between jihyo’s legs with her remark. you feel jihyo twitch as you start pressing your tongue over her clit, making sure to let her fully feel every move you make. you run your flat tongue against her folds and push it into her entrance every time you pass it.

it’s not long before you hear her become a whimpering, incoherent mess. you pride yourself in how good you are at this, it’s your favorite thing to do to nayeon when she lets you take the lead.

“is she doing well? what do you think?”

you hear nayeon’s voice over you, directed at jihyo.

“fuck, she’s great.”

nayeon giggles, pushing your head further into jihyo. your pace becomes sloppy, no longer caring how thought-out your motions are. every sound she’s making encourages you to apply more and more pressure, lapping every bit of fluid coming out of her.

you feel her legs tense around your head and see her back arch. she finishes with one last moan, releasing all of her juices into your mouth. you drink them like water, letting her completely feel and enjoy her high.

once you’re content with how much you’ve indulged in her, you come back up. nayeon wipes your chin with her hand, leaving a kiss on your lips.

you both look down at jihyo smiling and she does the same back.

“thank you, and i’m sorry for not talking a lot.”

you lean over jihyo, coming closer to her face to give her a kiss as well.

“you don’t have to apologize for that.

everything stays quiet as you all sit there, processing what just happened. you decided to break the silence with a question.

“nayeon, jihyo?”

they turn to look at you, nodding their heads.

“what if this became a regular occurrence?”

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: Lucifer celebrates your birthday!!

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: @v-anrouge do you remember last year when i wrote you something. that feels like yesterday. i cant believe its your birthday again what the FUCK!!!

but anyways i hope youre doing okay <3 and if not i hope this makes you feel better!!! happy birthday and thank you for being such a good friend to me for another year!! :3

Rain pitter-patters on the roof of the House of Lamentation, mixing with the sound of one of Lucifer’s favorite records. It creates a calming atmosphere around the two of you, a place where none of his brothers can barge in and intrude.

His presence wraps you up like a blanket, his arms encasing you in warmth. You’re not sure when you started sitting so close to him, close enough to smell his cologne and feel the rise and fall of his chest. but you know better than to pull away.

“Thank you for spending your birthday with me.” Lucifer murmurs, pressings his lips to the crown of your head.

The demonus tastes sweet on your tongue as you take a sip, steeling your nerves. He’s cold, as all demons are, and you know demonus can’t get you drunk but you’re feeling bold.

You wrap your arms around him and squeeze him close, as if that alone will put all of his broken pieces back together. You see the effort he puts in to keep his brothers safe and the Devildom maintained, lest he upset Diavolo and risk the lives of his most precious ones.

Sometimes you feel like you’re the only one who notices.

His hand presses against the small of your back and he pulls you closer. Your pact mark throbs and you feel his strength envelope you, a warmth that’s foreign to all things demonic.

Well, most things demonic. Lucifer has felt warmer lately.

“As if I would want to spend it with anyone else.” you reply, shifting by his side to get a better look at his face.

“As if I would allow you to spend it with anyone else.” he murmurs against you, as if you will never be close enough, as if he needs to consume you in order to truly be satisfied.

He’s not possessive, but he is something close.

Lucifer’s gaze meets yours and you stare for a few beats, taking him in. His features are soft and tired in the dim light, the wrinkles etched into his face a sign of the ages. Oh, he’s beautiful. He always will be.

And so you trace those wrinkles, you trace them right up to his scalp, where you lift yourself up out of your seat and plant a kiss in the same spot he kissed you earlier.

Lucifer chuckles, a low rumbling in his chest.

“Precious.” he hums, squeezing your hip affectionately, “If you wanted to kiss me so badly, you could always ask.”

[conkers-thecosy]

Happy Birthday, Conkers❤️ I hope your day is perfectly pleasant and hobbit-ish with all your favourite foods, good company and wonderful blue skies 😄 I wish you good health and many unexpected but delightful adventures for this new year in your life. 🌬️ *softly blows blessings your way*

Thank you so much, May!! 💛💛

I'm having a lovely day, me and Wilfred are cuddling up and watching The Hobbit films, I have cake for later, and I just bought some boba!!

It is raining a bit, but I don't mind as I did some gardening yesterday and it'll save having to go out and water the new plants, haha!

Thank you for the well wishes, I will cherish them!!

[twstinginthewind]

“Happy Birthday Joker! And you too Punch!” Said Molly. “I hope today is most wonderful! I’ve gotten your gift right here! I do hope you enjoy them.”

Insides the personalized gift bags were embroidery designs for each of the siblings all neatly arranged in the little embroidery hoops. Bows, sweets, poker cards, and an accordion were embroidered for Joker and for Punch, there was a hockey stick, a ukulele, and a computer. “I worked rather hard on them, I do hope they’re to your liking.”

“HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!” Astrid was practically singing at the two. The light brown haired girl placed a golden paper crown on the twin’s head. “Back home, if it’s your birthday, you’re considered royalty for the day! So here’s your crowns!” Astrid then hugged Joker, and planted a little kiss on Punch’s cheek that smelled of her sugar cookie chapstick

“Before I forget! I got you guys something!” The gift ended up being a large box of chocolates and some ultra-soft blankets straight from the Aneira Kingdom.

“WE’RE NOT DONE YET, I’d like to dedicate this performance….to the birthday boy and girl” Ellis said as she took a microphone and a pair of heart shaped sunglasses. Ellis then gave her gift, a full on performance for the two of them! Featuring their favorite songs! With help from others, Ellis was able to serenade the two with thunderous applause at the end.

hopefully this isn’t too many ocs! And I hope you don’t mind the little astridxpunch mention! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY NETTE!

It was Joker & Punch's birthday yesterday, but the party goes on!

"See, Punchy? I told ya it'd be fun for us both to hang at both of our parties," Joker said, nudging her brother with her elbow. "Besides, you know you like the tea party crowd. Now smile, here come my dormmates, and the Ramshackle prefect."

"I'm already smiling, chucklehead," Punch murmured in reply, giving a polite bow as one of their upperclassmen approached with gifts. "Good afternoon, Molly!! I'm glad we can all be here today; the weather turned out splendid for a garden party, hasn't it?"

"It really has," Joker agreed, peeking into the gift bag. "Oooooh, is that needlework art? Tell me you didn't design theeeese, OM7."

Punch turned his gently in his hands. "It's really, really cute! I have a space on my corkboard where this'll look perfect."

"Thank you!" the twins chorused, and gave Molly a proper and polite matched Queendom curtsey and bow, respectively. Joker smiled fondly at her senior as she rejoined the party, but Punch's attention was grabbed by the next in line to greet them. His cheeks went a bit pink as the freckled princess approached them singing.

"We better not let Riddle see these crowns," Joker giggled as she returned Astrid's embrace. "He's gonna think we're competing for his position, sweetie. But thank you so much!"

"It's an honor, though," Punch said, pressing his hand to his reddened cheek. "If you want to call me a prince for a day, Astrid? I'm not gonna argue..." He hugged the blanket to his chest dreamily for a moment as the chatter continued around them. "Hey, Jo? What's going on at the gazebo...?"

Joker turned her head and laughed. "That's a whole stage setup in there. Are we getting a live show?"

As if to answer, the speakers hummed to life, and Ellis's voice cheerfully broadcast her announcement. The twins looked at each other, grinning, then focused on the stage. Grim, snacking on a cupcake, pressed the play button on a boombox, and the performance began! Punch and Joker cheered along with the others (laughing merrily at the backup dancer antics of Ace, Deuce, and Epel) as the show went on, and singing along.

"Now, THAT'S a party," Joker cheered as the show wound down. "Thank you all so much!"

"It's always a blast with our friends," Punch added. "Everyone, you're amazing. Thank you!"

[thirddagger]

15 Questions & 15 Friends!

Thanks for tagging me, @ashleyasha!

Are you named after anyone? -one of my middle names is a family name

When was the last time you cried? -yesterday morning, Monday Dread was especially poisonous

Do you have any kids? -nope, just plants!

What sports do you play/have you played? -I briefly ran track and rowed crew, and I danced for much of my childhood

Do you use sarcasm? -not a lot? Only around people I'm close with and we're used to how each other speak, I don't want to confuse anyone

What is the first thing you notice about people? -usually, I only remember oddly specific details about people's faces, like nose shape and their facial structure, so I guess I notice the effect of those details and then pay more attention to detail with time

What's your eye color? -brown

Scary movies or happy endings? -happy endings, but I'm starting to be interested in horror more. I'm rather scared of horror, but it’s an interesting genre and I already love sci-fi, which leads interestingly into horror

Any talents? -I'm a pretty solid poet, I can do decent voice impressions, and I'm working on being good at remembering people's birthdays

Where were you born? -New York, USA (not the city)

Do you have any pets? -yes! Leonard and Samwise are dogs and Jenny is a dove

How tall are you? -5'6" ish, 168 cm (I had to Google the conversion, I hope that this helps)

Favorite subject in school? -English, French, and I took a meteorology class once!

Dream job? -I do not dream of labor, but if I can spend my days with poetry and with cool people who think cool things, I'll be happy

tagging some ppl if you want to keep it going! definitely not a total of 15 but ya know it's a number

@towards-toramunda

@keylethswife

@xombigirl

@ravendruid

@linda-rose

@chaosgenasi

@the-study-of-fandoms

@no-regertss

@louielex

@widogastsarcana

@jout--jout

[attheexactlyrighttimeandplace]

happy belated birthday 🥰 wish i would have realised it yesterday when i was messaging you! wishing you joyful and fascinating times doing what you love (e.g. reading books), nice and cool weather, and good health and good luck!

as for the orchid: i had one some years ago and i mistreated it because i didn't know much about plants and was too absent-minded to take care of it properly, however it did okay and lived a few years! i didn't neglect it but i didn't take care of it as advised either. at the same a few friends' and family member's orchids died quite soon even though they did everything according to books. like my mom says, curiously plants often thrive better when mistreated rather than over-treated. hope the orchid doesn't stress you out too much but like others have said, plant death is a part of the cycle of life.

Thank you (and a thousand apologies for the late response, I only saw your response this morning and was unavailable until now) both for your good wishes and your vibes!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

I should be ashamed of how many books I already own and haven't read but panic drove me yesterday to treat myself, so I bought some new books (used books so it's less bad), the weather has been much cooler and I'm in better health: I can breathe without having to stay near a fan, I can sleep at night and even do my housework. I am definitely on my way to happiness as defined by me. :)

I suspect you're someone with a natural gift for caring for plants and gardens (flowers or vegetables), based on the fact that your first instinct in your new home was to grow some of them. People like you are naturally protective of plants, and as silly as it sounds, I'm convinced that plants "know" this on some level and thrive in such presence. So they don't die around you and even a lighter care routine is enough to keep them alive.

Something inside me resists the idea that it's the normal cycle of death, because it feels like a liability. Maybe it's because I didn't choose it and it happened in my life at a time when even little things are complicated, so adding a new one to the list of things that depend on me becomes a big deal?

Another supportive Tumblr friend suggested below my last post to name the orchid to create a stronger bond with it and I totally endorse this great idea.

I'm fully armed now: with videos and articles and people on this site I can come back to for more personalized advice; so let's go: let's save my new friend Orchid from the evil curse of having an incompetent human guardian!

[nancypullen]

Friday Evening

I’ve ranted, raved, and cried.  You probably don’t want to hear it anymore. I know we’re all saturated with bad news and you didn’t come here for that. SO...although I will continue to rant and rave to my elected officials and donate to candidates who will work for change, back to our regularly schedule programming.   I have a bird.  Well, I had a bird.  I named him Jeffrey, but the call of the wild was stronger than his love for me.  Let me start at the beginning. Yesterday I was in the front yard prepping the flower bed for spring planting.  It had gotten weedy and ugly because we really didn’t have much of a winter.  Earlier this week I was thrilled that iris bulbs that a dear friend sent to me last year were blooming.  There’s a very sweet story behind them and I’ll get to that too.

Oh, happy day! This made my heart so light! Thank you, Dina. Anywhoooo, I was on my hands and knees, pulling weeds and singing along to Three Dog Night when I heard a loud THUNK!  I turned just in time to see a bird bounce off the basketball goal of the house across the street. Poor fella hit the street and fluttered around a bit before getting still. I felt awful for him and sort of kept one eye on him while I continued weeding.  I battled with my urge to rush over and save him and the dread of seeing a dead bird.  Then I realized that if he was alive I couldn’t just leave him there for a car to hit or a cat to torture.  I walked into the street and saw that he was very much alive, so I scooped him up and assured him I wouldn’t hurt him.  He thanked me by pooping in my hand.

I didn’t mind. I figured it was either the poop of death, the poop was scared out of him, or he’d just enjoyed a nice lunch at my bird feeder.  He didn’t seem embarrassed, but that might be the effects of the concussion.  I sat in the sunshine with him and we talked.  He was a good listener, but seemed to have some short term memory issues.  He slowly started to perk up and his little chirps became more inquisitive.  I stroked him and kind of checked his wings and legs and everything seemed to be in working order.  This was when Stanley, the tabby from down the street (I don’t know his real name, he’s Stanley to me) strolled onto the porch.  Interesting timing, Stanley.  I have a little video that I’ll try to post.  Moving right along, Jeffrey showed steady improvement and over time hopped from my hand to my leg, then to my shoulder.  We bonded.

Don’t judge me, I was working in the garden. I sent this picture to my boys.

Then I sent it to my sister.

I was seeing a delightful trend in the responses.  What granny doesn’t want to feel like a princess for a day?  Then I sent it to MIckey.

He does not think I’m a princess, he assumed that I had somehow lured or tricked that bird.  I have to admit, he’s merely judging from past experience. Of course, I later told him the truth about the poor bird with the traumatic brain injury that I saved from certain death.

After quite a while porch sitting with Jeffrey he hopped to the back of my chair, and then to the porch railing before flying away.

I don’t regret one minute of our brief but meaningful relationship and I’m sure that he feels the same.  I’m hoping he’ll spread the word about the nice lady on Kathryn Court and tell the other birdies not to poop on my car. Other than acting as an avian EMT, I’ve been finishing up the changes to the downstairs powder room.  It’s nearly ready for a reveal and I’m so tickled with the results. The new faucet arrives tomorrow and I’ve got .a piece of art to hang over the commode yet. Almost finished! I probably won’t post for two or three days - the Edgewater gang is coming for the weekend, we’ll celebrate Mickey’s birthday on Sunday (even though it’s not until the 4th), and we’re spending the day in D.C. on Monday.  We’ll take in the cherry blossoms, visit the African-American Museum, and  hopefully take a turn in the National Gallery.    Might not post until Monday night or Tuesday morning.  Until then, stay safe, stay well, keep your chin up. Sending out loads of love-

Nancy

[twstrhythm]

Xue Long Yang Union Birthday (Birthday Jacket)

Forgot to post this yesterday. So here we go. All three parts under the cut. (Birthday 3/11)

Happy Birthday! (Part 1) Xue Long: It is almost time for the birthday interview to begin. I wonder who the presenter is… Let’s see what fate has in store for me today.

???: Sorry I’m late! I got lost on my way here.

Theodore: Happy Birthday, Xue Long. I, Thoedore Little, will be your presenter today.

Xue Long: Hello Theodore. I wasn’t expecting you, but welcome nonetheless.

Theodore: Talking to you like this is making me nervous… I wasn’t expecting to get chosen, so I wasn’t prepared with a gift.

Xue Long: That is alright. I am happy enough just hearing your well wishes.

Theodore: While that is kind of you to say, I still need to have something prepared. I asked around to get an idea of what to give you, but not all of them were very helpful. But it still helped me narrow down the possibilities. So… please accept this gift that I have prepared!

Xue Long: Thank you. I’ll open it right away. Oh? These are gloves? They’re soft to the touch and fit just right, and they are a soft pink. I suppose I do not have to worry about it standing out too much from the clothing I wear.

Theodore: Eh? You’re really fine with it?

Xue Long: Of course. It is a nice gift to have. I will be sure to make use of them. But may I ask.

Theodore: I am the one supposed to be asking the questions, but go ahead.

Xue Long: Why did you choose to give me gloves?

Theodore: Oh. I asked the people that know you. They said that your hands are always cold, so I thought it would be a good idea to get you something to keep your hands warm. I mean no offense with this gift!

Xue Long: Don’t act so flustered. I am not offended by anything you have said. I am actually quite flattered that you put so much thought into this. For you to reach out and speak to other people about this, it shows that you have worked hard. I am grateful for that. Once again, thank you for the gift.

Theodore: Since you seem happy with this, I am glad you like the gift.

Xue Long: Of course. I’ll put these to use when I find the right opportunity to.

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Happy Birthday! (Part 2) Theodore: Okay. Let’s get this interview officially started now. "If you could take one person with you to a deserted island, who would you take?” But you cannot pick someone from your dorm.

Xue Long: Hm.. that is a tough one. Anyone that is not in my dorm?

Theodore: That’s right. Just anyone from the school that is not from your dorm.

Xue Long: Then the answer is simple. I would choose Emmett Nightingale.

Theodore: Huh? That was unexpected. I didn’t know you two knew each other…

Xue Long: We have spoken to one another in passing on more than one occasion. I think he is someone I can rely on.

Theodore: Really? Why is that?

Xue Long: His knowledge on medicine and poisons would be useful for survival. On a deserted island, we would want to make sure we have the necessary medical equipment in case of emergencies.

Theodore: Huh? But what about food?

Xue Long: Sure food is a necessity, but it would not help if you have injuries. Plus, Emmett’s knowledge on plants can help to identify what plants are poisonous and which ones aren’t as well. At least I would hope so…

Theodore: You don’t sound so sure anymore…

Xue Long: Well I have some issues of my own I’d have to deal with on a deserted island, but I would be sure to carry my own weight so he does not have to do all of the work. If we find anything edible, I’ll be sure to cook it up.

Theodore: Oh. That seems useful.

Xue Long: Of course. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. We just need to make sure to look out for one another, and we will be sure to survive.

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Happy Birthday! (Part 3) Theodore: Okay! Let’s move onto the next question then! “If you were to join any dorm other than Diasomnia, which dorm would you choose?”

Xue Long: Another dorm? Hmm… that is not something I had thought to consider until now… But I will start with this. I would not join Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, or Scarabia. Theodore: Rejecting my dorm right off the bat… Why is that?

Xue Long: The rules in Heartslabyul are too strict for my liking, and Savanaclaw and Scarabia’s temperatures are too warm for me. I suppose I would have to pick Octavinelle then.

Theodore: Oh… I see… But anyways, why Octavinelle?

Xue Long: I just find something about being underwater mesmerizing. There is just something beautiful about it all.

Theodore: Aren’t you worried about what their dorm leader may do?

Xue Long: Not at all. I am no fool. I will not take any of his contracts so easily. We can stay on amicable terms as long as he does not try to pull anything funny with me. I will not tolerate it if he tries anything, and I will be sure he knows that he should not try messing with me.

Theodore: Haha… it sounds like you are trying to threaten him. I am starting to get a bad feeling about all of this…

Xue Long: Please relax. There is no need for that.

Theodore: I guess you are right… but you’re a little scarier than I thought you would be. It makes me nervous for the next part…

Xue Long: Ah! Does this mean the interview is concluding now?

Theodore: Yup… that concludes all of the interview questions. Based on your reaction, you already know what is about to come.

Xue Long: Of course. I have heard plenty going around.

Theodore: Then please prepare for the “Gift of Good Fortune” because it will be coming very soon. This is making me nervous…

Xue Long: Take a deep breath and relax. I won’t snap your arm for it.

Theodore: Don’t say things like that… Are you ready?

Xue Long: Let me remove my glasses first. That would be a pain to clean up later…

…

Xue Long: Okay. I am ready.

Theodore: Alright! Here I come! Happy Birthday, Xue Long!

[historias-multorum]

"Sorry this was a day late, Ino. I promise I hadn't forgotten about your birthday, I was unfortunate enough to be busy all yesterday..." With that, Sasuke handed her a potted plant; a mixture of white and yellow roses. "A friend of mine gave me these and this was my first attempt at trying to plant flowers... hope you like them. And again, happy birthday."

@mused-like-roses

"It's quite alright Sasuke, I appreciate that you thought about me and my birthday." Ino said with a smile. "They're beautiful, I'll be sure to take good care of them. Again, thank you for thinking of me~"

[st4r-d0g]

"happy birth-tae" ; kim taehyung x gn!reader

genre: fluffy smut

warnings: not really warnings but his pet name for you is "love" in this, + you give him a blowjob (and he finishes on your face)

synopsis: it's the morning of taehyung's birthday, and you both slept in a little. while you wanted to make his day special, you didn't entirely intend on that morning's activity. even still, you two are very much in love, and you have fun.

word count: 1.6k

notes: the title for this is just a pun and is not based in any of the dialogue, unfortunately i couldn't find a place to be funny like that- BUT happy v day and i hope this is good! also thank you for the likes on my last post!!

The sun peered in through the bedroom window, practically blinding you as it woke you up. Wanting to go back to sleep, you rolled to face away from it, but with your boyfriend behind you and his arm around you, you had to do so very carefully. It was his birthday, and you didn’t want to annoy him awake.

“Mm… morning.” Taehyung was smiling tiredly at you as you saw his face. He must have been able to see the surprise on your face, as well as the disappointment that you’d woken him up. As you took a breath in to apologize, he cut you off. “It’s okay. C’mere.”

Pulling you closer, Taehyung pushed your face into his neck. He was warm, having been curled up with you all night, and he smelled wonderful. The perfect mix of his natural scent and a little bit of the cologne he wore yesterday. He showered in the morning more often than not, so of course you’d smell the previous day on him.

You planted a soft kiss on his neck, then shut your eyes as if you might fall back asleep. You quickly reopened them when he gave you a gentle push, just to be able to kiss your forehead.

“Good morning,” Your voice was soft, “happy birthday.” This made Taehyung smile. When he shifted to sit up, you reached to try and pull him back down. He chuckled at you in his deep voice, a sleepy smile on his face as he watched you try to convince him to lay back down with you.

“We have to get up at some point, love.” He gently moved your hands off of him. Hearing this, you didn’t protest. He leaned over you to reach for his phone, checking the time.

“And how much longer could we have slept?”

“It’s eleven in the morning.” Taehyung put his phone down to bring his attention back to you. “What do you think?”

“We could’ve made it to noon.” You playfully argued, to which he laughed.

“Well, we’re up now.” He spoke through a yawn, reaching up in a stretch as he did. You watched closely as his pajama top, just a simple T-shirt, rode up to expose maybe an inch of his skin. You couldn't help but stare.

“You’re so beautiful.” You shifted to sit up as well, your eyes climbing his form until you reached his face. He was looking at you as if you were very predictable, as if he caught you staring.

“You can look, I don’t mind.” He watched for your reaction. The blush on your face and the slightly embarrassed smile told him everything he needed to know. He didn’t seem to have any second thoughts as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside.

“Tae-” You looked away from him as if he weren’t your boyfriend. Taehyung laughed again, louder this time. You couldn’t help but look back over to see his smile. He raised a brow at this.

“What is it?” He tilted his head a little bit.

“You can’t just do that!” You playfully protested.

“Do what?” A huff of a laugh escaped through his nose as he watched you reach for a response, a bit of a devious smile on his face.

“… That!” You gestured at his shirtless body.

“What, do you want me?” His smile was turning into a smirk. You stared at him for a moment, half shocked and half wanting to tell him yes. After that moment, you decided to show him rather than tell him.

Moving to sit more on him than next to him, you caught him in a kiss. He was only a little surprised, pulling you the rest of the way into his lap when the shock wore off. His hands rested by your hips, while you had one in his hair and one on his shoulder. You could feel him smiling into the kiss, and when you pulled away, you saw just how happy he looked.

You decided to take charge since he was just going to stare dreamily at you. Leaning in, you put your mouth on Taehyung’s neck, kissing him there once again. This time, though, it was more than just a kiss. Gently, you licked and nibbled his skin, sucking only a little bit when you wanted to hear him mutter your name under his breath.

It wasn’t until you shifted to move your mouth over his shoulders and chest that you felt something beneath you. He was pressing into your thigh a little, through both of your pants you could feel him.

“Enjoying yourself?” You spoke into his skin, listening as a breathy chuckle escaped him.

“Mhm.” At this, you pulled yourself away from him. You wanted to see his expression and the blush on his cheeks, and you were not disappointed. Deciding you knew exactly what you wanted, you got up off of him and pulled him to the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of him. When he realized what you were offering, his half-lidded eyes lit up a bit.

You started by massaging him through his sweatpants, listening to his soft sounds of approval as he grew under your touch. Putting your lips up to the bulge in his pants, you exhaled against it to see what he would do. He shuddered at the heat of your breath.

Suddenly, Taehyung was trying to pull his pants off. You backed away a little to give him room to shift his weight around and get them down just enough to where you could see his cock. You immediately reached for it, watching his face as you wrapped your fingers around him.

He bit his lip, watching you closely. As you leaned in and pressed your tongue against his tip, his breath hitched in his throat. You licked him, and then moved your hand so that you could lick up his shaft. The soft moan that escaped his lips gave you such a rush. His voice was so gentle. You found him positively beautiful at all times, but especially when you had him like this.

As you took him into your mouth finally, you found that he put a hand on your head, his fingers in your hair. Taking him deeper, you noticed that he’d grabbed a handful of your hair. You came up to take in a breath, and while you took him back into your mouth, he couldn’t help but gently tug on your hair.

Continuing to be slow and gentle with him, you listened to his soft moans, greatly enjoying the sound. Every so often, he’d practically whisper your name. You loved the way he said it, so quietly, yet also very lovingly.

Suddenly, Taehyung’s hips snapped up at you a little. One thrust, and you pulled your mouth off of him to cough a little. He took you by surprise.

“Ah, sorry…” His hand that had been grabbing your hair moved to cup your face.

“All good.” You nodded a bit, deciding to take that moment to use your hands to play with him. You stroked his cock, pressing your thumb to his tip when you could. He tried to thrust his hips again, so you went back in with your mouth.

Before picking up the pace, you gave the tip of his cock a few sweet licks. You could taste his salty precum, and this made you want to continue even more. Taking the head into your mouth, and then the rest, you started to move more quickly. You’d take little breaks to swirl your tongue around the head, but no matter what you were doing, Taehyung was encouraging you with his moans.

As he grew closer, you could somehow tell. Maybe it was because your name escaped him more and more, or maybe it could’ve been how he tried to thrust his hips another few times. It wasn’t until he started to try and push you away that you knew for sure, though.

“W-Wait, wait, wait.” He tried to get out, and you looked up at him, almost concerned.

“Tae? What’s up?”

“Your face.” He couldn’t phrase the entire thought, but you understood. He wanted to finish on your face. You nodded, quickly working up the pace again with your hands. You gave him a lick here and there, just to hear the pitch of his voice raise a little.

One last time, your name escaped Taehyung as he came. You felt the warmth of his cum on your face, looking up at him as he leaned his head back and shut his eyes. When he looked down at you, the smile on his face was so unbelievably sweet.

“Happy birthday.” You reminded him, and he laughed a little bit. Then, you wiped the cum off of your face with your fingers so that you could lick it off, just to see his reaction. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn’t find the words. He seemed a little surprised, but was happy to see you enjoying yourself.

“I love you so much.” He finally decided on something to say, smiling sweetly at you as he did.

“Love you too. Now put your clothes back on!” You teased, getting up, grabbing his shirt, and tossing it at him. He laughed as he put it on, then stood up and fixed his pants as well.

“So, did you plan anything for today?” He asked. You proceeded to explain to him the details of how you wanted to spend the day with him, and take him to dinner, and the grin on his face was the cutest thing in the world. He felt so lucky to have you, he loved you so much.

[omgreally]

Awww babes, happy birthday!!! You’re so kind to be granting gifts to us on YOUR day!! Can I get a sleepy Din? He’s just exhausted, but there’s so much to DO and he feels like he can’t relax and reader takes care of him 🥰

Thank you! And you can, or something like it below, I think? I don’t know, I just kind of started writing and this happened, I hope it’s okay.  ♥

Slow Down - Din Djarin/F!Reader - E - 1.6k - Warnings: Established relationship, cockpit smut, hand/finger sucking kink? fingering, helmet stays on, Din can top from anywhere including the bottom.

“When was the last time you had something to eat?” you ask, grabbing the side of his chair and tugging him round to face you. Once upon a time, you never would have dreamed to do something so bold, but now you plant yourself between his knees and cross your arms, glaring straight into his visor. “When was the last time you slept?”

“Yesterday.” But you can see - or maybe you just imagine - the shadow of his eyes as they flicker.

“Oh?” You touch his breastplate, his kar’ta. “You think I didn’t notice you nodding off at the controls earlier?”

“I-” Din stops himself, huffs an annoyed noise through the vocabulator. “No.”

Din needs to slow down.

You can tell from his walk when he’s on a mission, honed and zeroed-in on his target; like a hound, his focus is always laser-tight. It’s not tunnel vision - Din Djarin is always completely aware of every element in his surroundings - it’s determination, unlike any you’ve ever known.

It does blind him, sometimes. He doesn’t get enough sleep or enough food even on those rare occasions he joins you and the child and tips his helm up to eat. He seems to subsist entirely on stubbornness.

He takes good care of you, though. Almost painstakingly so.

He says he knew it from the moment he saw you - you say you had to learn. Learn about him, his Way, his child; in the end you were the one keeping your guard up.

He eased you out of your armour piece by piece and eventually, you got him out of his.

There hasn’t been time for that recently, though. This bounty is proving elusive, and the Mandalorian has tracked him from planet to planet, stopping only to refuel the Razor Crest and buy food. You stop at one planet where it always rains, the spaceport nestled amongst tall rising spires of rock, and another that is a sand-blasted ball of dust with a city in the middle. The third planet has a forest, the fourth a friend. But you never stop for long.

You’ve just left Peli Motto and the sands of Tatooine behind, Crest freshly fueled and repaired for the long journey ahead. The foundling is asleep in his hammock below, and you’re trying to remember the last time Din slept as he sits in his pilot’s seat and the stars reflect off the smooth Beskar surface of his helm.

“We should be there in four hours,” he says, almost to himself as he flips a few switches on the control panel; “Three if we push the engines.”

“Why hurry?” you wonder with a yawn, stretching your arms above your head. Din’s helm swivels slowly to watch you, but he says nothing. “The mark is grounded, we shot out his engine. He’ll be stuck on that planet for a while. Waiting for us.”

One pauldron rolls in a half-hearted shrug. The Mandalorian turns back to the controls.

You sigh as you rise to your feet and lean forward, dangling yourself over the back of his seat. He continues flipping switches even as you stroke the side of his helmet. He has learned to tolerate your touches - it is only in his bunk, in the dark, that he allows himself to enjoy them.

You feel his hand at the small of your back often, though, on your hip, across your ribs. The ghost of his gloved fingers always seems to hover close when you’re with him. You pretend not to notice, in case you scare him off.

If I could, I think I would have by now, you muse, the irony of being afraid of scaring him isn’t lost on you.

“You need to slow down, Din,” you murmur against the dome of his helmet.

“No," He shakes his head, dislodging you. “I need to catch him.”

“When was the last time you had something to eat?” you ask, grabbing the side of his chair and tugging him round to face you. Once upon a time, you never would have dreamed to do something so bold, but now you plant yourself between his knees and cross your arms, glaring straight into his visor. “When was the last time you slept?”

“Yesterday.” But you can see - or maybe you just imagine - the shadow of his eyes as they flicker.

“Oh?” You touch his breastplate, his kar’ta. “You think I didn’t notice you nodding off at the controls earlier?”

“I-” Din stops himself, huffs an annoyed noise through the vocabulator. “No.”

“Hey.” You place two fingers under his chin, where you can feel the strong line of his jaw through the fabric of the cowl, and tip his Beskar face up to yours. “I know you wanna get him. I do too. But you have to let yourself rest, or you’ll get sloppy.”

“I know.” The admission surprises you, the feel of his hands on your hips doesn’t. Din tugs you forward into his lap and you settle with your knees on either side of him, your toes on the ground. “But if I rest, who’s going to take care of you?” His hand trails up, under your shirt, and you read an entirely different meaning to his words.

You settle deeper in his lap, angling your hips forward to capture his. You barely need to grind against him before he’s getting hard, and for once you’re slightly thankful for that single-minded determination keeping him awake.

“I can take care of myself,” you mutter, but you don’t sound very convincing - in fact, you sound a little breathless as Din’s gloved fingers knead your breast, the rough pads ghosting over the pucker of your nipple.

“Uh-huh.” He sounds somewhere between amused and aroused, planting his boots on the deck and lifting up against you. You roll the seam of your crotch over the clothed ridge of his cock and shiver a little.

“But, if you’re offering…” you continue with a sly, knowing smile.

And yes, you’re offering yourself to him, as you always do, and he never fails to worship you regardless, as if you are worthy of an altar.

“Always, mesh’la.” The purr of his Mando’a, used so sparsely yet devotedly, never fails to make you shiver.

You circle your hips and he rises to meet you at just the right moment, making your breath hitch; you retaliate by sliding your fingers up underneath the helm and into his mouth in a filthy facsimile of a kiss.

And Din Djarin is filthy - as staid and stoic as he is on a job, he is something else in the bedroom (or bedroom-equivalent). He makes you come effortlessly as if he’s been practising at it longer than you have. The sound of his voice melts you to nothing, like the burn of fire through engine fuel. You are hopelessly consumed.

His hand leaves your breast and plunges down the front of your pants instead, and your movement is arrested as the pad of his middle finger makes contact with the hood of your clit. You gasp and jerk in his arms as he drags the rasp of the leather up, then down, then around in a half-circle that has your back arching, his name issued from your lips in a moan.

His teeth close around your fingers, playful, gentle. Words you never thought you might end up associating with the Mandalorian, those and so much more. You withdraw your hand so you can hold onto his shoulders as he presses two fingers against your clit now and starts to swirl them, firm in just the right spot.

“See.” The metallic buzz of his voice, the rasp of his digitized baritone, floods you like magma. “I gotta take care of you.”

“Slow down,” you gasp, grabbing for his wrist - it’s too much too fast, the warmth of arousal under his fingers almost searing in its intensity. Din stops at once, transitioning back to the slow, gentle rub, back and forth, gradual.

“We’ve got time,” you remind him, pressing your forehead to his, the intimacy of the act not lost on you. You hear his breath stutter, and his hand withdraws; he spends the next minute tugging off his gloves.

Slowly.

You’re biting your lips and almost squirming in anticipation by the time he has his hands bare, and your hips jump at his touch. Long, strong, thick fingers ghost over your clit, part your folds; finding you wet already Din grunts, a sound from deep in his chest that makes you ache.

“Din,” you moan, and it almost does him in then and there. “I need you.”

“Yeah?” A fingertip lurks at your entrance.

“Yes.” You know what he wants to hear. You don’t beg often, but he likes when you do. “Please.”

His digit slides home in one smooth stroke, until he is buried in you to the knuckle, and curling into a spot that threatens at once to unmake you. He pulls back just as you’re getting used to it, plunges back in with a second finger, a stretch and weight that fills you almost enough.

Clever enough, your Mandalorian, to seat his thumb at your clit and swirl as he fucks you with his fingers. Your spine crumples in on itself and you grab his wrist again, “- Din -” but he’s relentless this time, showing no mercy. 

Your thighs tremble above him, threatening to squeeze shut but his body holds them open, and you cry out as your orgasm erupts without warning or permission.

Din curls his free arm around your back, supporting you through deep, slow thrusts from his fingers as you flutter and clench around them. You arch away from him, and he rests his forehead against your chest, holding you tight as you whimper and seize through the waves.

When you’re limp above him and merely twitching, breathless, your lungs gone, his hand finally withdraws.

“You take good care of me, Din Djarin,” you confess faintly, when some semblance of your voice returns to you and you lie against his chest, head tucked under his helm; “Real good.”

“Uh-huh,” he agrees with a half-chuckle, but the strained tone of his voice reaches you, and when feeling finally returns to your limbs you register the straining bulge of his cock against your thigh.

You grin and reach down, and it’s Din’s turn for his breath to hitch as you whisper: “Now let me take care of you.”

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

Been awhile, sorry >.> Hope you've been doing well! My birthday was yesterday, but I was wondering if I'd be able to request on how Albert, Mycroft and Louis would celebrate their s/o's special day.

Thank you once again ♡

Oh my goodness!!!!

Im so so sooo sorry i didnt see your request!!!you cant imagine how sorry i am!!!

Happy belated birthday!!!i wish you a long life full of happiness and success!

I hope you enjoyed your birthday with your favorite boys!!!

Love, Luna

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Albert

•bring out the best wines; because this man is overjoyed!

•its not every day where Albert can celebrate such happy day

•so be prepared to be absolutely spoiled!

•Albert will start your birthday from the morning;waking you up with a loving kiss to your forehead,cheek,and then your lips while whispering 'happy birthday' all along

•Lunch will be along with the Moriarty gang

•its basically chaos

•and when its finally evening and time for dinner

•Albert will take you to the best restaurant in London

•and orders the finest wine and the best dish

•your dinner is filled with laughter and comforting chatter

•and when its time to go home,you two take your time to walk through the park

•holding each other hand tightly;while your smile matches each others'

•and its under the bright moonlight

•that Albert takes your hand in his

•plants a soft kiss on the back of it

•before pulling you close by a hand on your waist

•and gives you a long, passionate and sweet kiss

Louis

•Louis definitely would surprise you by a breakfast in bed

•this sweet boy is so excited, he probably had planned the whole thing from months ago

•so when he sees your sleepy face light up with a bright smile that makes youre eyes shine

•his whole heart stutter from how much love he's feeling for you right then

•he spends the morning doting over you; listening to your happy chatter while he gets you everything you want

•And after you eat a quiet lunch together,he takes you out

•you stroll aimlessly through the parks,along the ice cream and crepe carts

•and be sure that Louis will definitely get you whichever you point at

•he will definitely blush a deep red when you try to feed him,but doesnt declines

•And when its finally around time for dinner,Louis starts walking you back home

•you suppose he'll cook himself;since he rathers to spend his time in quiet just the two of you

•but what you didnt expect was to open the door to the Moriarty mansion,and be attacked by the sound of your friends' and familys' cheers as they all sing you a happy birthday song

•dinner is a chaotic event

•with Sebastian drunk and singing atop of his lungs along with James Bond

•you dont notice Louis slipping past you

•and when the lights suddenly go dark,and everyone start singing again

•Louis comes,with a cake in his hands,no doubt made by himself

•he sits beside you,and the light from the candles is the only thing that makes you see the shine in Louise's scarlet eyes

•and when you blow out the candles,you dont really wish for anything

•because you already have all the happiness you ever wished for

Mycroft

•Mycroft is a classy guy

•he will start your day with kiss to your forehead,and a happy birthday in a low voice

•he'll cook you a simple but perfect breakfast,and makes you your favorite tea/coffee

•birthday with Mycroft is a private event,but never boring or without excitement,quite the opposite actually

•even though its just the two of you for your birthday, Mycroft makes sure to make your birthday the best day of your life

•he'll definitely spoil you;getting you too many presents and not stopping even though you tell him its more than enough

•and for dinner

•Mycroft will bring you to the rooftop

•prepared by the help of Miss Hudson and Sherlock

•and you're speechless as you gaze upon the sky,and see millions upon millions of stars twinkling above

•the scenery is so romantic and breathtaking,that you hardly notice how Mycroft pulls you close

•and only look at him when he kneels down in front of you

•the tears that shine in your eyes are even brighter than the stars as you see the beautiful,small diamond rings in a black velvet box

•and when you whisper your answer with a laughter and a hiccup

•you know this will forever be the best birthday in your entire life

[s-brant]

Cherry Bowl (3/8)

(gif: @kiekiecarrera) (PART TWO) (PART FOUR) (SERIES MASTERLIST)

Summary: When Kie cancels their plans together, Y/N asks JJ on a date to the Cherry Bowl Drive-In. Unsure of how to navigate his first ever date, JJ seeks out advice. Unfortunately, the night doesn’t go as planned, and both parties are left shaken by miscommunication.

Word Count: 10.6k

Warnings: Smut, public sex/exhibitionism, sexual choking, angst, depictions of mental illness, post-traumatic stress disorder, and implied/referenced abuse.

A/N: Welcome back to Tokens! Slight trouble in paradise is brewing for these two lovers, so buckle up and read because it’s gonna be a rollercoster for a little while after what happens in this chapter. I hope you all like it, and if you did, feedback is very appreciated. Have fun!

"I'm just saying that oatmeal raisin is superior to chocolate chip, why is that such an egregious crime, Kie?"

The lunch room is filled to the brim with students going to town on questionably cooked frozen foods, soggy tater tots, and sugary drinks from the vending machines despite the Obama-era posters on the walls advocating for healthier school lunches that never seemed to make their way to Kildare County High. The extent of their healthy lunches extended to a serving of overcooked canned green beans served with the worst slice of doughy pizza known to human kind, so it was sort of contradictory.

Y/N sits across the table from Pope and JJ, the latter of which being the one who launched into a full-fledged debate with Kiara about which type of cookie was better.

The clear cling wrap sits, unfolded, on the table with one of her stickers neatly placed on the back of it. As consolation for his epic loss yesterday at the beach, she paid an extra .75 cents to get him it when she arrived first to their shared lunch period—one of only two class periods they have together, the other being gym. He was still in line when she peeled a surfboard sticker off of her sheet and placed it at the center of the wrapped up cookie as if to remind him of her triumph over him in the waves.

"Thanks, hot stuff," he said, voice somewhat quieter despite the fact that hardly anyone was in the cafeteria with them. Then his smile dropped into an deadpan expression as soon as he saw her choice of sticker and looked back up at her. "You're never gonna let me live that one down, are you?"

"Never in a million years. I'll be gloating about it until I'm elderly."

"That's my girl."

The sound of the constant chatter surrounding them from at least two hundred other people drowns out the memories of yesterday that threaten to haunt her when she watches him debate with Kie. The mere recollection of their night in the back of the van has her reaching to pull the collar of her cropped tee up to assure that the hickeys remain hidden on instinct, and he catches the action out of the corner of his eye. It has him fighting a smile.

Kie quips, "Maybe on another planet, but, here, I think we can all agree chocolate chip is better, right Y/N?"

Y/N's eyes widen around a forkful of mushy "green beans" at the sound of her name being said bringing her from the depths of her memories.

Usually, she's quick to jump in and give her two cents on whatever stupid back and forth they're all having, but her mind was elsewhere. Unbeknownst to Kie and Pope, she was mentally reliving every second of getting fucked in the van last night, so her attention to detail when it comes to the Chocolate Chip vs Oatmeal Raisin case isn't all too sharp.

"Uhhh," she stops for a second, looking at the half eaten chocolate chip cookie in Kie's hand, "If I say chocolate chip is better, can I get a piece of it?"

Kie's face lights up at her words, and she's already pulling off a generous chunk of the baked good to hand off to her. The sound of a certain someone whose lap Y/N's legs are outstretched onto from beneath the table scoffing distracts her from the first bite.

"I know you prefer oatmeal raisin, you traitor," JJ says.

Their brunette friend's brows scrunch.

"Why is she a traitor?"

They try to keep from making any faces or giving anything away, but Y/N has to stifle the sound of her choking on her mouthful of cookie at the question. You'd think one of them came out and asked if they were dating or something with how she reacts, and she feels JJ squeeze her ankle in a non-verbal way of telling her to hold it together. It was her idea in the first place, yet he's a lot smoother with keeping it under the radar.

Under it all, the aspect of keeping it a secret does unnerve him to a degree. He doesn't think he'd be brave enough to communicate it, especially not when their relationship remains undefined, but the darker side of his mind wonders...

He shrugs, saying, "Cause we were friends first. Duh. Other than John B, I've known her the longest."

None of them stop to acknowledge the identical aches in their hearts at the mentioning of his name. They skip right over it like it never happened. After the funeral a few days ago, they've filled their quota on mushy-gushy sad talk for the next week and a half.

The real reason is something far more complicated than him having a claim staked on her loyalty through having the longest friendship. It's something tied up in days of slowly getting pulled into one another's worlds like the tug of gravity itself, in how he has to refrain from slipping his arm around her waist in the hallway or kissing her goodbye after a sleepover at the Chateau. But until she gives him the go-ahead, he won't let it slip to anyone.

Pope speaks up from beside him, "You literally met her twenty minutes before we did."

"Still counts. Technically, I did meet her first, so her betraying Team Oatmeal Raisin is enough to be tried for treason in Pogue Court."

"Pogue Court isn't a thing."

He crosses his arms after he pops the rest of the cookie into his mouth.

"It is now. You can be tried for treason for breaking the rules. Rule number one is that all Pogues have to admit oatmeal raisin is superior."

He's about to ball up the cling wrap to throw away later when the surfboard sticker catches his attention again. It's the same color as his board, which he'd like to think is a result of her being an evil mastermind that went out to get this sticker sheet for the sole purpose of teasing him, but he's the one who got her the sheet as a gift for her birthday, so he knows it was pure coincidence.

Last second, he peels the sticker away from the cling wrap and looks down to place it over the top of her yellow converse that were once a vibrant, paler color when Big John got them for her, but have since turned into an ugly mustard/dirt-dusted color they heckle her over.

"What are the other rules?" Y/N asks.

One of the hands holding onto where her feet are casually planted in his lap, something that they've done long enough that their friends won't see it as anything odd, slides down to caress the stretch of skin beneath the frayed hem of her dark jeans. Something she didn't know about him before whatever it is they have together started was that he constantly needs to be touching her. She can't say she doesn't love it though.

Pope answers, "The oatmeal raisin rule is not official"—a pointed glance at JJ—"But I'd assume the rest of the rules of Pogue Court would be no lying and no macking."

"So, basically you two break almost every rule except the oatmeal raisin one, and I lie," JJ says and turns to look at her, "How does it feel to be better than everyone, Y/N?"

"Pretty good, not gonna lie."

He keeps caressing little circles and tracing up and down her skin beneath the flared out pant leg of her jeans while he swipes his phone off of the table top without attracting the attention of their friends, who continue on to a new topic. She isn't too focused on what it is. She only picks up that it has something to do with a class they're in that's more advanced that hers, so she promptly checks out of the conversation.

Ever since John B died, she hasn't been performing too well in school. She tries, truly tries, but her mind outright refuses to absorb any of the information. When she reads her assigned reading, she hovers over the same paragraphs over and over until she shuts the book in a huff and hides it in her backpack again. Losing someone you love has a surprising amount of side effects.

Her phone buzzing in her hand brings her away from the impending cloud of doom that often accompanies any thoughts of John B, and when she taps in her passcode, her brother's birthday, a message bubble appears with a banner displaying JJ's contact name.

JJ (Derogatory) ur a good liar. prob could've fooled me if i weren't the one macking on u

Their eyes meet for a second across the table, then he watches her thumbs move to type a response.

Kief Princess Little do they know I break every rule now that I've switched sides on the cookie debate. Kinda impressive ngl.

JJ (Derogatory) triple threat, baby

JJ (Derogatory) thanks for the cookie btw

She smiles to herself, so wrapped up in their own world that she doesn't notice everyone in the room starting to pack up their stuff in anticipation of the bell that is due to ring any second now.

Kief Princess Had to repay you for last night somehow ;)

When she glances up to see his reaction, she watches his chest rise with a particularly large inhale, and he chews on the inside of his lip in thought.

JJ (Derogatory) strategically bringing up last night so i'm turned on in physics? ur an evil mastermind

Kief Princess I try.

Kief Princess Apparently whooping your sorry ass at surfing isn't the only thing I'm good at.

She hears him scoff.

JJ (Derogatory) first of all, ouch. second, u barely beat me

Kief Princess I'm happy to challenge you to a rematch. I have plans with Kie tonight, so I can't till this weekend. All it'll prove is that I am the rightful winner, but we knew that already.

JJ (Derogatory) what r the stakes this time

Kief Princess No sexual favors. If you beat me (fat chance) I'll formally rejoin team oatmeal raisin.

JJ (Derogatory) :( sex makes it more fun but i still accept those conditions

JJ (Derogatory) team oatmeal raisin needs u, even if ur a traitor

Kief Princess Why bet sexual favors if you're just gonna fuck me after anyway?

JJ (Derogatory) good point

The sound of the bell ringing echoes through the cafeteria, and they both pop their heads up from their phone screens to see everyone, including Pope and Kie, already packed up and raising from their seats to scurry off in the direction of their next classes. Meanwhile, their stuff is all bestrewn across the table, particularly JJ's belongings.

The sight of Kie walking away makes Y/N ask after her, "We're still on for tonight, right?

She stops with Pope's hand interwoven in hers. The look on her face when she turns would make you think she got caught doing something she wasn't meant to. Something like forgetting about the plans they made last week to watch Fear Street together. The Cherry Bowl Drive-In is premiering the first two movies as a double feature for the horror movie buffs of Kildare, so they decided to get tickets. Kiara shares a fondness of horror movies with her. Since gory movies make the boys squirm, though JJ pretends they don't, it's their own thing.

"Actually, Pope and I were gonna go to the beach. I'm sorry."

JJ knows she's more upset about it than she lets on, but Y/N simply gives the pair a smile that doesn't reach the eyes.

The sound of JJ behind her makes them laugh on their way out, diffusing the minor tension lingering in the air from the awkward encounter, "Use protection!"

After their friends offer them a goodbye, they gather their stuff quite leisurely, not really caring about being late.

It's something they've talked about before here or there: her feelings surrounding Kiara and Pope's sudden relationship. It's not as if she harbors any ill feelings for them, she doesn't, but the ripple effects of their pairing on the group, and more importantly the girls' own friendship, couldn't be clearer from her perspective. Between the missed hangouts, forgotten plans, and the convenient way she never seems to have time to hang out with her and JJ unless Pope is there too, it's been building up for a month now.

What makes it sting the most is how close her and Kie used to be. They didn't hit it off immediately the way she and JJ did as children until her thirteenth birthday when no one she invited showed up to the party Big John helped her set up in the yard of the Chateau.

She was the one who rallied the boys together to walk to ask their school friends from the year above to come hang out for an hour or two, promising a slice of the wonky-looking but delicious strawberry cake her and John B spent the morning crafting together. She can remember the sound of their high-pitched laughs and the cloud of flour that hung in the kitchen when they high-fived over the finished product like it was yesterday. In her heart, it was yesterday.

That night was when she fell in love with her friends, and that was when she first knew Kiara was her best friend. They wove friendship bracelets on each other that night and wore them for years until they withered away. No one had ever done something like that for her before. Not even JJ.

"You okay?"

Feeling his hand on her arm, slipping down to take her hand for a moment in the seclusion of the empty cafeteria, makes her glance up at him with a distinct sorrow washed over her features.

You know what? Screw this. Why should she be torn up over Kie and let it ruin her excitement for the double feature tonight? There's no way in hell she's letting her best friend ditching her for her boyfriend get in the way of her plans.

"Do you wanna go on a date tonight?" she asks him abruptly, then adds, "To the Cherry Bowl with me instead of Kie?"

The question sparks a pause in his mind, a halt of hesitation in which he worries about her avoiding having to answer what he asked, but he attempts to play it cool and not fuss over her outwardly. There have been times where being treated like that has made her feel suffocated, so he doesn't want to risk it. When she's ready, she'll talk about it, and if she takes too long and buries her feelings, then he'll intervene. For now, he tries to keep his face neutral despite the frown tempting his lips at her disappointment.

JJ looks around once more before throwing his arm around her shoulder to walk her out.

"You bet your ass I do."

What is a person supposed to act like on their first date that's not actually a date cause everything between them is the same, but kinda is a date because they called it one? If you ever find out, please find JJ and tell him because he has no clue.

Pope wasn't too much help in the Instagram group chat he made for it seeing as his and Kie's relationship is too fresh, John B isn't even alive, so he's out of service for advice unless there's Ouija Board he can borrow, and, thankfully, Kiara was his savior.

Their phones began blowing up as soon as he reached his class after lunch period ended. He couldn't under any circumstances let it be known that this mystery girl he had a date with was their friend, but thankfully Y/N already had the alibi of going to the Drive-In alone. All he had to do was make up a fake date scenario and get basic advice.

danknugstickiestickies added kiara-c and popeheyward to the groupchat

danknugstickiestickies named the group HELP ME

danknugstickiestickies i have a date with this chick i met on the beach when i was out with y/n last week. i need ur advice

His phone screen lit up with the notification that both of his friends were typing, signified with the three dot symbol bouncing in the bottom left corner as he thought it through. They couldn't possibly figure it out, right? They'd been careful, he'd been respectful of her wishes, and they'd been too busy together to notice anything new with them. He figured it would work. It was a risk, sure, but it was worth it to him. He didn't want to fuck this up with her.

Knowing her, she probably wouldn’t even treat it differently than any of their other hang outs. It's not like they haven't been romantic or sexual with each other. They've done everything but go out on an actual date, so why was he nervous?

kiara-c ummmm

popeheyward Yeah, I'm gonna need you to ELABORATE!!

kiara-c did hell freeze over? since when does jj maybank go out on dates??

danknugstickiestickies renamed the group hell froze over

kiara-c very funny, I'm laughing so hard 😐

popeheyward Do we know her?

danknugstickiestickies don't think u do. she moved here last week and hasn't enrolled in school yet. her name's steph

popeheyward What about Y/N though?

kiara-c ^^

JJ's chest muscles tightened with the question prompting a rush of anxiety that made his breathing feel slightly harder. He glanced up at his Physics teacher, who was essentially dozing off behind his desk with his hand in a bag of chips and an educational video on the projector as an excuse to not teach, and looked back down at his phone without the added stress of possibly getting his phone confiscated.

Pope's message might as well have been a sucker punch. Forget butterflies, he set a wasp’s nest loose inside of his stomach to tie it into knots and flip it every which way. His neglected textbook served as a prop for his phone to lean on as he set it down to think.

Did they know? As far as he was aware, they were getting away with it. No evidence, concrete or circumstantial, was there to prove it. At least the stress of the situation killed any chance of him being turned on by her reminder of last night in their messages. This shit was boner repellant of the highest degree.

He played stupid. Better to let them volunteer whatever information they had before he went in saying anything incriminating that they didn't already know. If anything would sour the experience of their first date, it would be him accidentally making their strange in-between relationship public behind her back.

danknugstickiestickies ?? what do u mean

Three dots bounced in the bottom left corner of his slightly cracked phone screen.

popeheyward ...

kiara-c I mean, you don't see it?

danknugstickiestickies see what

popeheyward I guess we were wrong, but all of us always thought you two had some feelings going on.

"You don't say?" JJ murmured sarcastically to himself under his breath. "Never crossed my mind, Pope."

danknugstickiestickies bro that's jb's little sister

kiara-c so?

danknugstickiestickies forbidden fruit? making john b roll over in his grave? do those ring a bell or am i speaking in tongues

He was already a proficient liar in real life, but, fuck, it was easy in text messages. There's no chance at deciphering facial expression or tone, just a plain message with no room to budge. Thank God he didn't do this in person with them. He could've survived, but it wouldn't have been as quick and painless as the group chat was.

kiara-c jeez, sorry

Pope didn't voice it, but he noticed something.

He looked up from his phone and stared off at the wall in thought in his AP European History class. It piqued his interest that JJ simply said she was off limits, forbidden fruit as he put it, but did not outright deny having feelings for her. In fact, he didn't even address the question. He made excuses for why he shouldn't have feelings for her, but he never said he didn't have feelings for her.

Kie did not notice. Not because she wasn't smart enough to either, but because she was too busy hiding her phone behind her backpack to think too deeply about it. Her teacher was one of those teachers that would flip shit if they saw a cell phone turned off and faced down on the desk, let alone being used by a student during a lesson.

In his classroom across the hallway, JJ bounced his leg up and down beneath his desk in an absentminded urge to release the built up energy the anxiety produced in an over abundance.

popeheyward Our bad then. Even John B thought y'all were sus lmao.

Since when was that a known fact? Could he tell? Did he talk to Pope about him and Y/N before he died? Either way, it wasn't the time to pry about it.

kiara-c yeah you guys honestly could've fooled me if you wanted to

danknugstickiestickies well thank u, glad ur invested in our friendship but

danknugstickiestickies please help, i have no fucking clue how to act on a date and this girl is too cool for me to screw this up

That was when they finally dropped the interrogation session and started offering up tips. The best ones came from Kie, which made sense to him since women are more likely to know what other women like than two dudes who share one collective brain cell and never had real relationships.

Rule One: Be ready to pick her up five minutes early.

He wasn't ready to pick her up five minutes early. His bike broke down by the time he made it halfway down his street, so he had to push it back up the road and into the yard before setting off on foot to reach the Chateau quickly enough. And by quickly enough, it means he got there five minutes late, not early.

Rule Two: Compliment her after you get in the car.

She tossed him the keys to the Twinkie from across the hood, not giving him the chance to open the door for her, and it wasn't until they were setting off down the road that he remembered the next piece of advice he was given.

Side-eyeing her in his peripheral vision, he tried to find something to compliment her on specifically rather than the general compliments about her being pretty that she never fully believes when he says them. He was intending to say something about the skirt she had on, but when he chanced a glance over at her, she caught him and asked—

"What is it?"

Sent into panic mode, JJ blurted out instead, "I like your shoes."

He could've bashed his face against the steering wheel twenty times right then and there at the utter absence of reaction on her part for the next few uncomfortable seconds. It wasn't that it was a bad compliment. She appreciates any compliments at all...but her shoes were hidden from his view. Not to mention, they were the dirty, mustard yellow converse that the Pogues bash on a daily basis.

She laughed, lifting her leg to expose the sneaker on her right foot, and asked, "These? Dude, you roast me for these all the time. You and John B said they look like Big Bird shit on them."

The skin on the apples of his cheeks scorched hot with embarrassment, and he was never so glad that the overhead lights in the van were burnt out until that moment. He would've died on the spot if she saw him blush like that, face flushed pinker than sunburn. All he could do to save himself was murmur something about the color growing on him and keep driving in the direction of the theater with his hands white-knuckling the steering wheel he fantasized about banging his face into.

Rule Three: Insist on picking up the check.

In this case, it meant insist on buying the popcorn and drinks, and he miraculously managed to drop his wallet somewhere along the way when he ran over to the Chateau, so when he stepped up to the makeshift concession stand with her standing at his side, he felt around for his wallet in his jeans to no avail.

His thoughts echoed back to him, You gotta be fucking kidding me. Seriously? Is this actually happening right now?

"JJ, it's honestly fine," she said softly as he leaned over to search back of the Twinkie for the wallet. "We can look for it on your street right now if you want. It has your ID and stuff, you don't want a stranger to have that. We don't need to stay—"

It took all of his control to not shout it in reaction when he said, "No way. You've been waiting for this, and Kie ditched you, so I ain't ditching you too. We're staying."

His wallet could go kick rocks.

He came too far to be dragged down by the old leathery piece of shit anyway. Would he go out and search for it tirelessly the second the date ended? Hell yeah, that fucker had twenty dollars and his debit card in it, but he couldn't bear the thought of abandoning her or ruining her anticipated movie night by taking her out to search the streets with their phone flashlights for a wallet they might not find. He'd wait till the movies ended, take her home, then haul ass around the Cut searching for it after.

Thankfully, he found a couple bucks crumbled up in his front pocket while she scavenged for coins in the glove compartment, and they came up with enough to buy a water bottle and small popcorn to share together.

Rule Four: Don't have sex on the first date.

And it may sound easy enough to not act like a complete Neanderthal for the length of two movies, but the girl makes it pretty damn difficult if he's to say so himself.

That's what led him here, laying in the back of the sideways-parked Twinkie in the farthest corner of the outdoor theater with her practically on top of him. In any other instance, he wouldn't be opposed in the slightest, but with the cursed fourth rule in mind, he isn't too thrilled with the feeling of her hand rubbing up and down his thigh.

It isn't even meant to be sexual. They're constantly touching one another this way. She'll even slip her hands up under his shirt just to feel the warmth of his skin or when he asks her if she can get an itch on a part of his back he can't reach, but for some reason his brain is short circuiting right now.

The thing is, when Kie and Pope said he shouldn't do it on the first date, they meant it for his and Steph's made up circumstances, not his and Y/N's full-blown relationship without labels. When you've had sex with someone as many times as they have with each other, the hesitancy on the "first date" is nonexistent. It doesn't matter. But JJ, trying to follow the advice given to him to the letter for the sake of being the date she deserves, doesn't think about it that way.

It shouldn't be this nerve-wracking. They've been best friends since they were children, they've been flirting since they found out what basic attraction was in the first place, and they've been forming this relationship ever since John B died. Why can't he relax? Why is this so different compared to how easy it felt between them yesterday on the beach or today at lunch?

Rule Five: Be yourself.

It takes him another few moments of laying here with her before he realizes quite abruptly what went wrong in a quick flash of a thought that brings the fifth rule back to him. The problem wasn't the bike, or the weird compliment about her Big Bird sneakers, or the lost wallet.

The problem is him. The problem is that he's trying way too hard to make this something it isn't. The part about them that he adores so dearly is how they never have to try when they're together. With any other girl or guy, they'd have to fake something or act a certain way, yet when they're together, they can simply exist and everything is runs smoothly. That's not to say they don't disagree or bump heads, they do, but short of those outlier moments, it's easier than anything else they do in life.

His eyes flicker away from the screen for the first time since the movie began, which, by the way, is gruesome enough at times that he had to divert his eyes to prevent himself from seeing it happen. They land on where she lays, completely content with the night in spite of its mishaps, with her head propped up on the pillows they brought from the Chateau.

He wonders if she can tell he's acting differently. Surely she must notice. She's the type of person that typically never misses a thing, perfect for the gold hunt they went on in the summer with picking up the clues and helping her brother unravel the mystery, so maybe she noticed how flustered this date has him. Does it bother her? Does he bother her?

With a confirming glance back up at the movie to see nothing important happening, he can't fight the urge to speak anymore.

"Can I tell you something?"

His voice appearing through the darkness of the shut off van after spending the past half hour in complete silence makes her jolt at first before realizing who it was. Though she loves horror movies, she can't claim to not be affected by them. The night she falls asleep after watching one, she often finds herself compelled to turn a light on and keep her feet from dangling off the edge of the bed. It's worth the fear, though.

When she turns to look at JJ, there's a warm smile on her face. She's cuddled into his side with a hand placed casually atop his thigh, caressing with no purpose or intent, and her movement halts when the light from the movie on the projector allows her to see the expression on his face.

Anxiety has become an increasingly significant presence in his life with the recent events in mind; John B and Sarah, the four-hundred million dollars they lost out on, and dodging his father whenever he sneaks home to switch out the backpack of clothes and personal belongings he keeps at the Routledge house.

It manifests itself in jittery nerves, stomach pains, shortness of breath, and, at worst, panic attacks striking either at random or in response to a specific trigger. It's one of the few things he still tries to hide from her, and she tries not to push him too hard with opening up about it.

She abandons the movie for the time being and rolls onto her side to face him, upper body propped up on her elbow as she examines his face with downturned features.

"Of course," she says.

The words left unsaid are, "You can tell me anything. Whenever you need someone to listen, or to talk to about shit, you can tell me." He's heard her say it enough that he doesn't need to hear it now to know it's true.

There's a pause, then—

"I feel like I fucked this entire date up," he starts to ramble and cuts her off before she can think about saying what she wants to, "and I know it's okay to you. You have way too high of a tolerance for my bullshit, and I've been trying so hard to make this perfect, but all that did was screw it up."

She's left quiet for a second, taking it all in.

Maybe if he hadn't been so anxious about it, he would've realized what was wrong with his bike when he rode it home from school, or he would've noticed his wallet fall out of his pocket. The point is, he wishes he hadn't let the label attached to this freak him out so much. He isn't sure why it does, but it does.

But she doesn't do what he expects. She isn't drowning him in reassurances and, "It's okay's" because she knows he doesn't care for them much. When he, the most stubborn person she knows, apologizes for something he did, he doesn't want it to turn into the person accepting the apology coddling him.

Y/N sighs.

"Is that why you've been acting so different all night? I scared you with the whole ‘date’ thing, didn't I? It doesn't have to be a date if you don't want it to be."

What she doesn't know is that he wants it to be a date. He wants it to be a date so badly, he risked Pope and Kie finding them out for the sake of getting some proper advice on it, and now he's caught up in the same game of tug and war in his mind that always occurs when he wants to tell her the truth about his feelings for her.

Part of him doesn't understand why he doesn't outright say it. With every other girl he once showed interest in, he had no issues in letting them know he wanted them, but this is different. This isn't simply wanting someone, he thinks he's fallen for her. But whenever he says he's gonna grow a pair and tell her after all this time, he chokes. Involuntarily, he's reminded of his parents. Other than his friends saying it platonically, the only people to tell him they loved him were them, and with how they treated him, he sure as hell doesn't think that is love.

From his dad's brutal physical abuse to his mom's abandonment, he's too timid to tell her he loves her because of what could happen if she loves him back. Everyone else that has said that to him has either hurt him, died like John B did, or abandoned him.

He won't let that happen with him and Y/N. What they have, albeit undefined and codependent, is safe. It's the only thing he has left. Maybe it isn't right, and maybe he should open up about it to communicate the correct way, but somewhere in the misshapen logic of his mind, he correlates love to abandonment. And he doesn't want that to happen with her.

There are two sides of him at battle inside his mind. One side, the side that wants to do right by their relationship and actually communicate his feelings for once in his life, wants him to tell her everything. The other side, the side that responds based on the history of his past, wants him to hide it all.

"Will you be mad at me if we don't call it a date?" he asks.

She shakes her head.

The heavy sensation inside of JJ's chest nears a point of vitriolic violence against him as he starts to realize what he's doing to her, clearly letting her down, but he can't stop himself. Like a passive witness watching himself from outside of his body, the instantaneous trauma response to the sudden confrontation of his true feelings for her guides his actions without his permission. It shuts down any protest he has.

The sound of the movie fills the gap of silence between them the entire time. It’s a variety of bloodcurdling screams and disgusting sounds that would've made him gag if he weren't as distracted.

They can make out each other's faces through the darkness, but barely. It takes a flash of bright color from the film or a nearby car's lights turning on for them to fully see one another. Without the other knowing, they both put masks of calm and collected coolness on their faces despite the feelings raging beneath the surface—more so on his part than hers.

"Maybe," he says, pausing, "we should just keep things the way they've been."

As soon as the words leave his mouth, a soul-crushing amount of disappointment weighs her down. She said it was fine if he doesn't want it to be a date—and it is, she would never hold it against him—but that doesn't mean it can't hurt her. Things have been going so well, she almost thought...If tonight went well, she was thinking about no longer keeping it a secret, but if he said he wants things to stay the same, then maybe he isn't as ready for it as she is?

Meanwhile, JJ is on another page entirely.

She's embarrassed of being with you, a familiar voice in the back of his head croons. She's gonna leave just like everyone else does. If she doesn't even wanna tell your friends, why should you pretend you're dating?

The internal comments are the type that cause him to physically grimace when he's alone. Intrusive thoughts are just that: intrusive.

Sneaking into the guarded sanctuary of a person's mind, they set out to convince them the opposite of their reality. The only thing is, where most people's minds are guarded sanctuaries with walls of impregnable defense, his mind is the equivalent of a fortress blown to smithereens. The castle walls lay in rubble, the guards no where to be seen, and the path for these thoughts to slip past and straight to the vulnerability of his mind is left wide open.

In the privacy of his room, these thoughts attack him the most at night when he tries to fall asleep—when things get too quiet. With nobody around, when they get this bad there's nothing he can do except break down. It builds from the mere anxiety of attempting to force the thoughts away to full-blown panic attack mode. The more he resists them, the more aggressive they become. He'll gasp for air with tears streaming down his face, hitting his head with the heel of his hand as if that'd do something to stop his relentless mind.

But he can't afford to react in front of her, so the extent of his reaction is a subtle twitch of his face that she cannot see in the momentary darkness before the movie switches to another scene a second later. In a way, it does make the thoughts go away to have her here preventing him from spiraling alone. Having to focus on her keeps his mind away for moments at a time until the thoughts ease their grip on him.

When she hasn't answered for a while, he asks, terrified that he did something bad, "Are we good?"

The question seems to wake her up, snapping her out of the lonely direction her thoughts went into when he "rejected" her. It takes every bit of common sense she has left to force herself to understand that this doesn't mean he doesn't want her. He does, and not calling this a date doesn't mean they won't be together in the way they have been since John B's death, but she isn't perfect. She gets as unsure and insecure as he does.

As if the cloud of doom was lifted off of her, she makes her face lighten where she lays on her side next to him. Seeing this expression makes his chest feel less heavy, and he could let out a sigh of relief at the realization that he didn't break her heart and stomp on it. He should've known. Y/N is the sweetest person he knows, so she never would've flipped shit over him not wanting to label this as a date. That's not how she is.

And he's partly right. It isn't how she is. She would never hold it against him if he didn't want something further with her since she got herself into this position by pursuing him with his reputation with girls in mind, but she can't ignore it. Whether she wants it to or not, it had its affect on her as soon as he said it.

She leans in to kiss him, their lips meeting in the middle with the faint taste of popcorn salt mingling at the soft peck.

When she pulls away, she brushes the hair back from his face and says, "Don't worry. Nothing can change how I feel about you."

She has no clue what it feels like to hear that from her.

Despite the turmoil they unknowingly share beneath the surface due to this conversation, he could cry hearing her say it. It doesn't feel real to him that she feels the same way he does about her, because nothing could change how he feels about her either. That’s why he manages to work up the courage to repeat it back to her, and, for now, this is the closest he's physically capable of coming to telling her the truth.

"Ditto," he says.

It isn't what she wanted, but it's close enough, and if she dwells on this any longer, she might start getting too emotional and let the urge to tear up become too strong. Why does she have to be this sensitive? It's no secret that it's remarkably easy to make her cry, but this is insane to her. When all of this began with him, she didn't give a shit about him not wanting a label. She understood him, and she understood that he doesn't do this kind of thing, so why has it changed? Why doesn't she want to keep it a secret anymore? Why does she want this to be a date when she knows he doesn't want it to be?

Pulled by an invisible string back to him to silence her mind, she leans in to kiss him again with a hand cupping the back of his neck to guide him the rest of the way to her.

It shouldn't be laced with any sexual intention. She should be kissing him simply because she wants to, and, in a way, she is. Their kisses and touches are never lacking the motivation that is their underlying connection and mutual feelings for one another, but this is not the same. As he kisses her back with as much confidence and passion as always, she is reeling from the conversation that reminded her too much of a breakup.

It takes another minute of this for the kiss to heat up, their breathing becoming shallower in the moments they part to inhale, and she is undeniably the one instigating when she officially crosses the line between casual and sexual by crawling onto his lap. It's not hard for him to pick up on when their innocent moments take a turn. She's easy to read in that regard, and this has happened a multitude of times with them, so the shift of a mini make out session turning into something more is nothing out of the ordinary for them.

If he knew how shaken she is on the inside, he'd never want this. And the same would go for her if she knew what he was thinking before this. Neither of them wants to admit what they're feeling.

With her legs seated on either side of his hips, she kisses him like it's the last time she'll ever get the opportunity to. Her hands wander wherever they can, pulling at his shirt and feeling him up as his hands guide her hips to move against his in a steady grinding that she has no issue partaking in. It's an eagerness he hasn't seen from her in weeks. She's never un-excited when it comes to being physical with him either, but this is another level. The last time a girl was all over him like this, it was desperate touron at a party a few months ago.

In the span of time it takes her to glance over her shoulder to see if anyone could see them and reach to pull her skirt up until it bunches around her hips—no one can see them, by the way, since they got here late and were forced to cram the van into the back corner of the lot with no street lights illuminating the path—his brows raise at her presumptuous behavior. Not that he's one to complain, however, seeing as he's typically the one doing what she is.

Their next kiss clashes their teeth hard enough to make them wince, but he loves it. It makes him smirk into her parted mouth, alive with both the feeling her reassurance provided and the fuzzy-headed high that often finds him when they're together in this way. Incomparable to past flings or the high related to any drugs, she is the peak of everything to him. It's no contest.

His chest stutters against hers with a bout of amused laughter, asking within a brief pause in what feels like the most JJ thing he's said this awkward night, "Two for two in the Twinkie. What's gotten into you?"

Y/N's hand dips between where their bodies move together to unclasp the closed buckle of his belt in one smooth motion that has it falling apart with a clinking noise.

Her features are set with a look that tells him she means business. Whatever it is that sparked this, he wonders how the fuck to make it happen again another time. She's begged for it before, but never taken control so dominantly, and he can't deny what the role reversal does to him. The evidence is obvious in the distinct hardness she feels pressing up against the hand undoing his jeans.

"I was hoping it'd be you," she says, voice breathless and airy from the constant contact in a way that makes it ten times hotter for him.

If there were any chance of him not being in the mood prior to this, which wasn't the case anyway, it's gone now. He never wants to hear her say she doesn't deliberately try to tease him ever again.

He doesn't need to be told twice.

JJ surges forward to capture her mouth with his, this time with no intention of pulling away to breathe or speak again. No, he'll let himself get lightheaded and dizzy if it means he can stay with her for as long as possible.

With the circumstances of it all, them being visible to someone if they happened to pass by the open door of the van, they move at a pace quicker than usual. She's immediately helping him shimmy his jeans and underwear far enough down his hips to free his dick from the confines of his clothes, making him sigh out a breath of relief when her hand brushes against him in the process.

There's no opportunity to slow down, it has exploded into a full-throttle speed race that neither of them can halt.

His hand blindly flies out beside him to grope the floor of the van for the set of keys he tossed carelessly to the side once the movie started, eyes shut in the midst of the hot, messy kiss they share. His fingers find the fabric of one of the blankets they brought in case they got cold, then drifts again and lands on her Big Bird sneakers until he feels the sharp metal of her keys meet his calloused palm.

After the events of last summer, she bought a switch blade to keep on her key ring alongside the keys to the van, HMS Pogue, and Chateau. She may not like violence or weapons, seeing as she was a skeptic of JJ keeping the gun alongside her friends, but she saw it necessary. Between Rafe, Topper, and Kelce, how could she leave the safety of her and her friends up to chance knowing what some of the kooks did to them not long ago? What happened to Pope on the golf course alone was enough to make her skin crawl.

Right now, though, the knife flips out from the pressure of his thumb pushing the button to release it. He holds it out away from her at first to assure it doesn't nick her in the process, then uses his other hand to tug the side of her panties that hugs her hip far out enough to press the sharp side of the blade onto the inside of it.

She can hardly believe what she's watching as JJ cuts the delicate maroon underthings from her body as if he were doing something so normal, like it's something he's done before. Her forehead is pressed against his, her mouth parted both in shock and in a need to pant for oxygen, and she watches the knife ruin her favorite panties. The stitches come apart with a satisfying ripping noise that can hardly be heard over the sound of people reacting to the movie in the background.

Other customers of the Cherry Bowl Drive-In are too glued to the screen as a beloved character is chased down, reacting in shouts when she's seized by the killer and shoved onto the table of an industrial bread slicer, so they remain wholly unnoticed.

The lace, now ripped in half, dangles on the tip of the knife when he lifts it away from her, tosses it aside, and presses the button once more to retract the blade. It clatters to the floor, but is in no way forgotten with them resuming in a desperation to keep going until they both satisfy the need clawing at them from the inside. But her sense of need is different from his, and even with the fresh memory of him with the switch blade in mind, she's still somewhere else the whole time.

Her mind is faraway, muted through layers of sadness, anger, and disappointment as he reaches between them to line himself up to her entrance. The sensation of him running his cock, hard and messy with a few drops of precome, through her dripping pussy to coat it in her slick arousal is enough to make her moan pathetically. Yet when he's about to guide himself inside of her, she stops him.

"Wait, wait, wait," she breathes out rapidly, heart pounding so hard she can feel herself pulsating between her thighs, "Condom."

They were so antsy to get to it, they almost forgot.

"Fuck," he curses under his breath, and his eyes flicker from where they were trained between their bodies to glance back and forth around the van before it hits him. "I lost my wallet..."

But right when he thinks their public rendezvous in the back of the Drive-In is over due to his unfortunate mistake, she shakes her head and slips away from her perch astride his lap to crawl over to her bag.

She fumbles with the old tote bag and plunges her arm in to sift through the hodge podge of things that are purely Y/N in nature—stickers, glitter pens, a half-eaten bag of candy, etc—for the square foil package she decided to toss in before she left just in case. She usually doesn't keep them on her because he never fails to have one, but, thankfully, she had the random instinct to bring it tonight.

The only thing to bring her out of her cloudy, malevolent storm of feelings when she settles back onto his lap with the condom wrapper ripped open for him is him saying, "So you planned this, huh?" with his mouth tipped in a familiar self-satisfied grin.

She didn't plan it. In fact, she threw herself at him the second she sensed him withdrawing from her and can't stop herself despite the fact that she constantly feels two seconds away from letting a tear slip down her cheek. If that counts as "planning it", then sure.

"Maybe so," she answers, cool, calm, and collected—the antithesis of the truth.

They usually don't lie to each other.

They're thrown right back into it without any other hiccups once he rolls the condom on, and he takes in a shaky breath at her hand wrapping around him to align their bodies up. Before she can do anything, though, he takes chance to swipe the blanket he found a moment ago and wrap it around her back to keep her covered in case they get caught.

Y/N sinks down onto his cock with her lip caught between her teeth to stifle the sound that threatens to escape. JJ, on the other hand, doesn't bother concealing the sound of the groan he makes at the sensation of having her wrapped around him like this. The tension in her entire body from the anticipation and the looming threat of being seen by someone has her squeezing him so tightly, he can't help but be a little louder than he should.

Her soft palm slaps over his mouth with enough pressure to force his groan to quiet itself, and she watches his pretty blue eyes widen in reaction to the dominant action. Who is this girl and what has she done with his sweet, submissive Y/N? Don't get him wrong, he is very turned on by it, but it's unlike her to take the lead this way. He can't figure it out.

"What's wrong, angel?" she asks in a whisper into his ear, her hand over his mouth and her hips starting to slowly rock against him, "Watch the movie."

Once the words leave her mouth, she drops her hand, just in case he wants to stop and can't say anything because she had his mouth covered, and JJ is pretty sure he's died and gone to heaven.

He doesn't watch the movie, not at all, because he's too busy watching her. For someone losing their mind internally, she does not let it show, nor does she let it distract her from what's happening. If anything, the distraction in this situation is the sex, not what's going on inside of her head.

There's a moment of adjustment and going as slowly and gently as possible while waiting for the dull pressure of feeling him inside of her to fade away, but, for the most part, she doesn't waste any time. As soon as she feels comfortable enough with the ache between her thighs giving way to a spark of pleasure when she grinds her clit down on his pubic bone, she starts to ride him at a better pace than the initial slow movements of her hips.

She raises herself up and takes him again inch by inch, enjoying the sense of fullness she gets from having to fit him in spite of the slight discomfort at first, and she could swear that he'll leave bruises in the shape of his handprints with how tightly he clutches her hips. It's all he can do to prevent himself from moaning or saying something, ever the vocal lover she's come to know.

Unless his mouth is preoccupied like it was on the beach yesterday afternoon, JJ is usually impossible to shut up, especially in this context. With him always whispering dirty things to her, whether it be praises, pet names, or plans on what he wants to do to her, she has come to find it breathtakingly hot. He could likely get away with saying something if he wanted to, but he isn't sure he wants to risk it. If he opens his mouth to spew something filthy to her, he won't trust himself not to make a louder, different kind of noise that won't fit in the with background audio the other moviegoers are listening to.

The wet sound of their bodies colliding that fills the space of the van is drowned out by the loud and violent sequence occurring on the screen far ahead of them, and hearing it makes her bounce herself on him a little harder. She's fueled on by it all, and, strangely, what happened before she practically pounced on him is the main contributor.

Similarly to the nature of his intrusive thoughts, the harder she resists the memory of how it felt when he told her he didn't want this to be a date, the more forceful it is in its return. Her eyes trail down to watch where they connect with her forehead pressed to his, then she's thrown back into the feeling of helpless disappointment and insecurity. His head tips back against the window with his bottom lip dropped open and his brows furrowed just enough to create a crease on his forehead, and she's bombarded with the look of relief on his face when he realized he didn't have to be tied down to her with a label.

It makes her want to get rougher, harder, and she doesn't even care if it'll make her sore later on. She presses herself down so far every time she slides down on his cock, her teeth draw blood on her lip with how hard she must bite it to remain quiet. The pain of her hipbones rubbing against his doesn't even matter to either of them at this point. They're both too lost in the pleasure that has begun to take control of them to care about something as minuscule as that, or the burn in her thighs from the repetitive physical strain.

She grabs his wrist and brings his hand between them, flattening hers overtop of it and pressing down on the base of her abdomen in the midst of the increasingly feverish thrusts.

"Feel you here," she murmurs to him through a quiet moan, hoping he can hear it over the movie, and pushes down on his hand for emphasis. And if the way he reacts by cursing under his breath tells her anything, it's that he picked up on it. "JJ..."

He reaches out to grab her by the throat with his free hand and tug her forward to kiss him, as if something inside of him snapped in response to her doing that. The motions of her jolting up and down throws the already messy and uncoordinated kiss off-kilter, but they don't mind. It has them separating every time she lifts up, producing this heady little head rush from from them breathing in each other's air without actually letting their mouths meet in the middle.

Though they're trying their hardest not to alert anyone outside of what's happening, it didn't occur to him until now, when his eyes catch John B's old bandana swinging back and forth where it's secured around the rear view mirror.

They're worried about moaning while the entire fucking Twinkie is rocking with their movements. Well, at least it makes good use of the corny sticker he gifted John B last year as a gag gift. He tried to peel it off after JJ snuck it onto the side window to no avail. So, now Y/N is stuck with a sticker on her car reading, "If the van's a-rockin', come on in, we like orgies," rather than the more common phrase.

It almost makes him start laughing, and he prays no one takes that shit seriously, 'cause he is never intent on sharing this breathtaking girl. Ever.

Y/N isn't anywhere near laughing like he is, in fact, she's finding it difficult to keep herself together. She feels her eyes sting with the promise of tears, and she's never felt so pathetic before. Is she seriously about to cry during sex? Is she really that girl that is so ill-equipped to handle rejection, she can't get through it without tears?

She won't cry. Perhaps if he sees how glossy her eyes have become in a rare moment of good lighting, she can blame it on the hand around her throat putting pressure on the sides of her neck.

The worst part about her being near to crying is the timing of it.

The emotion of what she feels mentally mixes with the swirling, building sensation she feels in the pit of her stomach that tells her she's close to going over the edge, and it's so overwhelming. Was she imagining that their friendship had changed? More importantly, is this all she'll ever be to him? Sex is the only thing she's sure of with him, it's the only thing that doesn't require deeper emotions, and when the ground beneath their fragile relationship felt shaky...

He can feel her starting to unravel, and he knows that he'll come before she does if he doesn't do anything now, so he decides to take control.

JJ pulls the hand he had resting on her abdomen away as though he were burned by it, wrapping his arm around her waist to steady her body against his and using the hand around her neck for leverage to thrust up into her, effectively reducing her to a teary-eyed, moaning mess atop him. They both stopped caring about making noise the second he began to fuck her like this.

She cries out in ecstasy at the sudden change in pace and depth that has him hitting all the right places. Every time he thrusts up into her, just as rough as she wished for, the tip of his cock nudges into that perfect spot inside of her that makes her incapable of silencing her moans. This time, it's JJ that puts his hand over her mouth, letting the one he had around her neck move away to keep her from alerting everyone around them of what's happening.

There's nothing she can do to stop her climax as it barrels through her in its initial sweeping wave of bliss to contrast the venomous doubts in her mind. She's never felt such conflicting, yet powerful feelings before—the intensity of the physical pleasure that makes her whine into the palm of his hand, then the part of her mind replaying every word he said in their conversation before this.

Her body is rigid and tense through it all, squeezing down around his cock with the involuntary spasms of her orgasm, and he can't help himself anymore. All it takes are a few more frantic thrusts for him to bury himself inside of her one last time and spill into the condom, uncovering her mouth so he can drown out his own groans into a kiss.

Their skin sticks to their clothes on the inside with sweat from the exertion of their actions, and he can feel her stomach tremble where it presses up against his with each undulation of her hips that meet his as he rides it out.

But even with the added distraction of the sex, she can't rid herself of the feeling that started plaguing her as soon as things went awry. That was why he was acting weird all night. He must have been so worried about her thinking this was anything more than their typical hangouts that he couldn't bring himself to act normally.

She forces herself to look happy when they pull away from the kiss, panting, and JJ, unaware of what she's been thinking, doesn't notice the small deception.

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[chibiwritesstuff]

Hey! I'm the one that asked for the Lilia and Malleus ask. I love what you wrote so much man! (My poor heart died 😂) I am a big sucker for happy endings tho. So when you get the time can I ask for a happy ending ?

Ha, my laptop thought they won against me but I came out victorious (even though I took literal months to publish this.) In my defense, all the versions I’ve written for this didn't suit my tastes (not that this is any good either.) Hope this makes justice for such a long wait. Here’s the sequel/good ending for the angst fic.

Now, let’s enter this twisted wonderland~

Walking past the now dying garden that used to flourish in Ramshackle dorm, he sighed as he reminisces about the times you two stroll and spends time together. It's been years since you’ve left NRC, He and Lilia are about to graduate tomorrow, Silver will be a fourth-year student and the new vice-dorm leader while Sebek will be in his third year and the dorm leader much to the said fae’s surprise. He chuckled at the memory of how honored and tearful the young fae is upon being selected as its prefect.

“I have so much to tell you, (y/n).” He whispered at the wind.

“Hey, Tsunotarou!” The familiar voice of the tanuki cat being called that long-forgotten name.

“Hey, Tsunotarou! Are we going on a walk again tonight?” You smiled at him, your hand extended as an invitation.

“Grimm, wasn’t it?” He crouched down to pet the said creature.

“Hey! I’m not a pet!” The flames on his ears flared, responding to his emotions. “What are you doing here, anyway? The roses are all dead.”

A wave of sadness flashed in his eyes as another memory resurfaced. Returning his gaze towards the dead flowerbed, he let the memory linger.

“Thanks for the seeds, Tsunotarou!” You excitedly began digging and planting said seeds. “To commemorate our friendship, these roses will be our friendship roses!”

“Yes, they are…” His hand ceased from moving before sitting down the ground. “It’s all gone…”

“By the way, I never managed to get the courage to ask you but why did (y/n) went back home crying that time?”

“I was but a foolish man…” The young heir steered his gaze towards the night sky before closing his eyes. “Had I just enjoyed the present than worry about the future, perhaps they would still be here and smile brightly like they always had.”

“I’m sure if you say sorry, they’ll forgive you.” Grimm responded nonchalantly. “They said saying sorry is the first step to forgiveness… or something like that.”

He chuckled and stood up heading towards his dorm. “If things were only that easy…”

That night, he slept and dreamt about you two walking in the bed of roses you’ve grown at Ramshackle. Loving every single moment that you two get to spend subconsciously knowing that once he wakes up, he’ll return to the harsh reality of you not being by his side.

“Tsunotaro, I think I have fallen for you.” You quietly said warmth spreading across your cheeks. “Will you let me stay by your side till the last breath I take?”

This is all but a dream… so I can keep dreaming, right?

“Yes, only if you’ll let me do the same.”

“Really?!” Joy showed throughout your being which made him smile back. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow! Happy graduation!”

He woke up gasping for air. That dream sounded too good to be true and yet… he can’t help but be hopeful. Putting on a happy face, he got dressed on what Lilia laid out for him and this time, everybody remembered to tell him the time of the celebration. He can’t help but laugh just thinking what your reaction would have been about the changes of the students' behavior towards him after he tried to socialize better. Heading towards the stage getting his diploma as odd as it is, he acted formally as he mingled with the rest of the dorm leaders until a voice echoed throughout the area.

“Tsunotarou!” Receiving a hug from the back as the voice caught him off guard, he turned still not believing what he’s seeing. “Congrats on graduating!”

“(y/n)?” His voice faltered, overwhelmed with so many emotions. “How? Why? I –”

“Uh-oh… Lilia! Your king here is having an information overload!” You called which made the said fae laugh out loud.

“How are you here?” He finally managed to ask. “The mirror –”

“Ah, that would be my doing…” Idia whispered but managed to catch everyone’s attention. “It was an accident! I was messing around to make a teleporter so I can just teleport to the store than having to leave the dorm but it ended up making people travel through dreams then I managed to talk to (y/n). Then we both decided we might as well try to make travel here and back to their world possible.”

“Looks like you did meet me once upon a dream, yeah?” You grinned at the joke about his ancestor’s song.

He merely hugged you, savoring each second of being around your arms. “I don’t have anything ready but if you’ll give me a second chance…”

He lets go and kneeled on one knee before looking up to you once more. “Will you be my spouse till the day you draw your last breath?”

Time is but a blink of an eye for fae and before he knew it, the Star Sending is happening once again. He was happy when Silver and Sebek were chosen to be Star Gazers albeit the mentioned students aren’t. He strummed his electric guitar with no particular music in mind as he lets his mind wander until his gaze dropped on a familiar mug.

“Happy Birthday, Lilia!” You grinned as you handed him a mug that said “No. 1 Gamer Dad” on it. “Hope you like it!”

His lips curled into a faint smile as he remembered that day. It's been a year since you left and yet it felt like it was just yesterday. Letting go of the instrument, he walked towards the mug and lifted it intending to fill it with tomato juice.

“How have you been, little one?” He spoke towards the image of you in his head. “I hope life is treating you better in your world.”

Without me in it… he sighed as sadness filled his chest. If I could change the past, or at least be given another chance… will you give your love to me once more?

“Old m –” Silver cleared his throat before entering. “I mean, Lilia. I’m here to take your wish.”

He took a deep breath before putting a huge smile to face his son. “Ah, yes of course! You know my wish. I wish for both –”

“Stop.”

This surprised the old fae as his son never raised his voice on him. “We both know that that’s not your true wish.”

“Silver, do humor me and just let me finish my wish.” He pouted, swirling the tomato juice in the mug before drinking it.

“Father, we all know how much you love them.” The young knight sighed before taking a seat on a nearby chair. “You always gush about them whenever we eat or do anything.”

“Oh Silver, I appreciate the concern but sometimes you got to let go.” A forlorn smile graced his lips.

“And sometimes you have to be selfish!” Both of them looked surprised at his outburst yet Silver regained his composure and continued. “You love them, right?! Then why not be with them? You took me in out of love, right?”

“There’s a big difference here, Silver.” Lilia rubbed his temple as stress starts to build up.

“What’s the difference? We’re both humans with a short lifespan so you can't use that as an excuse!” His silver eyes narrowing as he gazed upon his father before widening. “You’re afraid, aren’t you?”

He let out a defeated chuckle before nodding. “You’ve grown so much, Silver. I’m so proud of you, you know?”

“Why? You could have been happily living with them.”

“Because I’m afraid to witness her death if we ever do start a family together.” At last, the older fae began letting his tears fall in front of his son. “I don’t think I’ll be able to survive seeing her pass while I still live on. I want it to last for all eternity but to remove her mortality is too inhumane.”

“I-I’m sorry…” Silver lowered his head, having a little understanding of what he meant. “I didn’t mean to –”

“So, for my wish this Star Sending…” After a pathetic attempt to control his tears, he gulped and continued. “I want to be given another chance to be with them… and this time, I’ll bear the pain of losing them when the time comes.”

A shine of light filled the wishing star confirmed his wish inside the item. Silver walked towards him and let the man cry his heart out in his arms. He both felt sad and honored that Lilia is willing to cry in front of him. He truly hopes that his father’s wish is granted. Bringing out the wishing star, he proclaimed his wish.

“I wish (y/n) can return in twisted wonderland once more.”

“Silver, you didn’t have to waste your wish for this…”

“I don’t mind having a parent like them.” He smiled before heading towards the door with both wishing stars at hand. “They’re a much better cook than you anyway.”

“Hey!”

The day of Star Sending has arrived and everybody is once again by the huge tree behind NRC. It went well without a hitch and Lilia’s phone filled with recordings of Sebek and Silver dancing in perfect sync towards the taiko being played by Jack of Savanaclaw. As all students began returning to their dorms, the bat fae decided to stay a little longer and was given privacy by the rest of the Diasomnia students.

“Catch me, Lilia!” A voice screamed from above.

Turning his attention to the voice’s origin. His eyes widened before extending his arms ready to catch the person. A huge smile on his face as you landed safely into his arms. You let out a sigh of relief as you steadied yourself in his hold.

“Do not question why I was up in the air.” You huffed, glaring at the sky. “Safe landing my ass! I was dropped off 50ft up in the air!”

“My oh my, did you fall in love with me all over again?” He teased as he covertly wiped his tears.

“I saw that and maybe but I would still prefer a much safer landing.” You huffed before smiling at him. “What happened to the ‘I wish for world peace between all creatures’ wish, huh?”

“How did you know?”

“My coworker and I were trying to make a portal to get me back here because I forgot some stuff here to grab and funnily enough those wishing stars became our fuel source to open that portal.” You pulled out your phone and confirmed your arrival with a whole long spiel on how the landing would have killed you if you weren’t caught by Lilia. “But by your wish I assume there’s no need for me to get packing away from here?”

“Yes, if you’ll give me another chance.” He held out his hand, a makeshift flower ring on his palm. “Will you give me the honor of being your significant other?”