#a birthday surpise

[midiosaamor]

Hi!! How are you? I have an Aaron Warner request. Aaron’s birthday is coming up so i think it would be so cute to have a birthday fic. Maybe something like the reader teaming up with Kenji and everyone else to throw a surprise birthday party for Aaron. something super fluffy and happy for our birthday boy🫶

hi!! THAT IDEA IS SO CUTEE GHHRRGHRHRG

❪ ★ ❫ 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄!

𝐏𝐀𝐈��𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: aaron warner x fem!reader.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: aaron’s birthday is today and what else is better than throwing him a surprise party with the others?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: fluff, pet names, birthday parties, parties, use of Y/N, female reader, adam kent is in here, daddy issues, mention of heated things in the bedroom🤫🤫

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 961

𝐀/𝐍: redoin this one too. you know what i might just redo all of em since they all SUCK. but this one was sorta good ig?? also HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY MLL🫶🫶

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑.

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃: ✓

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: not rn lmao.

today was the day. april 24th. aaron’s birthday. you, kenji, juliette, and the others—surprisingly, including adam, though you’re still mad at him for being a jerk—decide to throw a surprise party for him.

you haven’t seen aaron all day and nazeera was the one to distract him from coming into the living room. now—after four hours—the living room, cake, and everything else is ready.

“are you sure warner’s going to like this?” adam asks, lifting an eyebrow. you roll your eyes at him. “no, but he probably will. plus, it’s be worse if we don’t make a surprise birthday party for him.”

“i agree with Y/N. who doesn’t like surprise parties?” kenji butts in, grinning.

“warner,” juliette mumbles from the side. well, they’re not wrong. but you still have to try. “whatever. I’m gonna go get aaron.”

the others say their goodbyes as you turn on your heel and walk over to your and aaron’s room. nazeera’s already getting ready, so that means aaron is alone in your room. opening the door, you see aaron just about to take off his tie.

hid head snaps to where you are and immediately walks over to you, pulling you into his chest. you shut the door behind you as he holds you tightly, his face digging into your hair.

“love,” he murmurs, “where have you been all day?” you look up at him with a sheepish expression. “doing something…” you trail off, making him give you a suspicious look.

“really?”

“yes. but come with me. i have to show you something.”

he sighs, his arms holding you tighter. “angel, i just want to hold you right now,” he says, making you get butterflies in your stomach. you two have been today for four months, and yet he never fails to make you get butterflies.

“i know, and we could do that later. but now; i need you to follow me,” you say, trying to hold your excitement. he senses your excitement anyway and looks at you curiously.

“fine,” he sighs. you grin at him and take his hand, turning on your heel. you walk outside the room, him following on your heel. once you two get into the living room, you quickly let go.

the living room is covered in darkness, so dark that you can’t see if your eyes haven’t gotten used to the dark already. “love?”

you feel kenji on your side as he walks over to the wall with the light switch. aaron looks around the room, clearly trying to find you, worried. “Y—”

the lights turn on and you stand in front of him, grinning. “happy birthday!” you yell along with the others. the room’s decorated not too much, but just enough that it isn’t overwhelming.

balloons surround the table with the cake on it, along with the windows and doors while letters that spell happy birthday hang above the table.

aaron looks at you in shock, and for a moment he doesn’t say anything. you blink at him and for a moment, you think he doesn’t like it. “do you not like it?—”

he turns to you. “i—no, it’s just—” he stammers. aaron never stammers. then, you see his eyes start to water. the others look at him curiously but you know that he doesn’t like other people to see him cry, so you bring him in an embrace, hugging him tightly.

he digs his face in your neck and takes a deep, shaky breath. “what is this?…” he mutters, looking up at the room again. you smile softly at him.

“well, it’s your birthday. i know you don’t really celebrate it, but i wanted to celebrate it this one time. plus, the others helped,” you explain before adding, “even adam.”

he blinks at you before turning to the others. getting his composure back together, he stands straight and clears his throat.

“i suppose—i should thank you all,” he mutters, running a hand down his face. but you could’ve sworn you saw him smile a little.

“yeah, man! do you know how long it took us to make this?” kenji retorts, frowning at him. aaron glares at the raven-haired as kenji keeps on complaining. “you could’ve at least shown some tears.”

aaron ignores him and looks at you. “thank you, love,” he mutters quietly, so only you can hear it. you smile at him and take a step forward, kissing the blond on his cheek.

“hapy birthday, aaron,” you say quietly. “oh, yeah. after this party ends, come to our room,” you add quickly with an innocent grin, even though the tone of your voice is something else.

he looks at you in surprise before immediately nodding, making you giggle. “hey! stop flirting with each other and hurry up and eat this cake so we can open presents!” kenji yells, making you two look at him.

“i agree with kenji,” nazeera butts in. “i didn’t just spend most of my money on presents just for you not to open them, warner.” aaron gives her a deadpan look. “i never asked for you to spend your money on me.”

“well, we did it anyway!”

“aaron, say thank you,” you say pointedly. he makes a sound deep in his throat that sounds like a complaining groan before looking at the group.

“thank—you, for—doing this for me,” he gets out. kenji blinks at him, nazeera gives him a deadpan look, and juliette smiles, while adam snorts. “that’s one of the worst thank yous I’ve ever heard,” adam says, rolling his eyes.

“be thankful I said thank you, kent,” aaron retorts.

“don’t argue, guys,” juliette says. “yeah, now let’s eat the cake that i made!” you yell, breaking the two boys up.

“you didn’t even make it—”

“SHUT UP, KENJI!”

[sparkpop]

Dynamo Man gives Bright Man his birthday cake for Megaman 4' anniversary.

[lovipop]

I kinda want to write like a birthday letter for me from one of my f/os then somehow have it like locked away and can only open on that day. Like how Spotify has a time capsule that you can only open it at the end of the year

[leyyvi]

i think levi would enjoy those cute little tea party setups with the little finger sandwiches and and fancy teapots/cups and and yeah 

[natriae]

DILF! Atsumu who meets you at his brother's Onigiri shop

DILF! Atsumu who comes in early to help with the ingredient shipment from kita to show of his muscles

DILF! Atsumu who makes constant sexual innuendos

DILF! Atsumu who brings you gifts everyday you come into work

DILF! Atsumu who tells you everyday while you prepare onigiri to quit and for you to live with him

DILF! Atsumu who on a particular bad day asked you to run away with him and you did

DILF! Atsumu who wears a swim trunks with a 3" inseam at the beach with you to show off his thighs

DILF! Atsumu who begs you to take off your cover up and show him the pretty bikini you wore under it

DILF! Atsumu who shocks you by telling you him and osamu are turning 47 this year

DILF! Atsumu who jokingly asks you to give him a show in your skimpy bikini

DILF! Atsumu who stayed sat and quiet during your lap dance once the two of you got back to the hotel

DILF! Atsumu who was stuffing hundreds in the tiny strings of the bikini for you

DILF! Atsumu who asks through his thick accent for you to marry him with a love stuck look in his eyes

DILF! Atsumu who got super excited like his highschool self when you said maybe you would let him marry you after your graduate college

DILF! Atsumu takes you on surpise trips with gift bags full of designer bags and expensive lingerie

DILF! Atsumu who you didn't let fuck you till after you graduated college just to tease him

DILF! Atsumu who spent the whole night just pleasing you not giving a flying fuck abt his hard on

DILF! Atsumu loves seeing you in white

DILF! Atsumu who had to pay his brother to not make you uncomfortable by asking abt your relationship at work

DILF! Atsumu who told osamu's kids to call you aunt y/n

DILF! Atsumu who had a soft spot of you and opened up about his dreams of always having children

DILF! Atsumu who finally got to put his dick in you on his 48th birthday and came like a virgin

DILF! Atsumu who models with you for magazines with your face hidden from the public

DILF! Atsumu who lets you and your best girl friend fuck as long as he gets to watch

DILF! Atsumu who got to hold his set of twins when he turned 49

DILF! Atsumu who purposefully wears tight t-shirts while playing with the kids so you see him as daddy and not just a dad

DILF! Atsumu with a super high libdo and accidentally gets you pregnant again

DILF! Atsumu who doesn't let you sleep in a separate bed even when you mad cuz he's absolutely smittin for you

[pamgkrthwrites]

Katsuki Bakugou is everything sharp. The shapes that make him up are sharp. His jaw, hair, eyes, his stare, his personality, his quirk.

Then there you. Anything but sharp. All cycles and round. Nothing naturally about you is sharp. Your everything he’s not. Your not sharp anything, just round.

So you thought he wouldn’t like someone like you. Your more emotional, more soft, more of a cry baby, more shy, more weak than he was. He was strong physically, emotionally closed off, mentally and emotionally strong, more loud.

He would never like someone like you.

All you’ve ever wanted was to be liked, for people to choose you and want to be around you and love you for being you.

But that was never going to happen.

Your parents overlooked you for you siblings. Your grandparents overlooked you for your cousins. Your teachers overlooked you for other students. Your friends overlooked you. Previous boyfriends have cheated or left you for other people.

You hated being alone, having no one.

Bakugou was everything you wanted to be.

You wanted people ti pay attention to you, be able to name you, be able to hear and see you. Just like Bakugou.

But you could never be that.

Maybe there was something wrong with you as a person. Maybe you were a bad person and everyone else was too nice to tell you. Maybe you gave everyone in your life the ick and wanted to avoid you. Maybe you just had bad breath.

It was hard to avoid Bakugou’s loud personality. It was easy to not notice you.

That’s why it was so surpising to have him at your dorm room giving you flowers and a gift for your birthday.

You weren’t even in the hero program, you don’t think you’ve ever stated a word to him. Not a sorry or hi or excuse me.

And yet he knew what class you were in, what floor and what door of the dorm you lived on.

He knew your favourite flowers, your favourite colour, and got you something that you wanted for your birthday. Something your parents seem to have not realised you wanted.

Maybe to everyone else you were easy to overlook, easy to ignore and easy to mute out. But maybe to Bakugou, your mere presence was too loud for him to ignore you.

And you think you liked it.

[heartfullofleeches]

OO I GOT IT how would the boss and werewolf bodyguard readers fellow employees celebrate readers birthday?

- Cap Anon🧢

Yan Boss and Coworkers + Werewolf Bodyguard Reader

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"Don't have one."

It isn't a complete lie. Growing up, neighbors had the same ties to you as full blood family. You never really got to celebrate your birthday on your own, your parents and other adults in their circle deciding to group all birthdays in a close enough period into one gathering. It never bothered you as a kid - until you began interacting with children outside of your pack, but overtime life became busier and celebrating your big day was the last of your worries.

"What?! No birthday?? You gotta be joking."

There's no way they'd let you off the hook so easily. Not when you gave plenty of your coworkers the perfect birthday gift of letting them comb your fur or ride around in your strong arms built for such an occasion. Hiding in your apartment is what you should've done instead of going into work that day. A few calls along with a plethora of threats and the folks at your place of business knew everything from your birth year to your blood type.

Your keen eyes adjust to the darkness of your boss' office as you enter. Where the hell was everyone this morning? Your boss sent you a text bright and early to assure you'd be there today. What was the point of doing that when nobody was even here? And why does the whole room smell like....

Baked goods and meat?

"Surpise!"

A faint whiff of gasoline trails through your nostrils as candles ignite all around you. All at once, your coworkers spill our from their hiding places - some holding small cakes and presents while others carry entire buffet trays worth of your favorite cuts of meat. Backing away towards the door, a firm hand plants itself on the small of your back, blocking your only exit.

"Thought you could keep this a secret from us, Y/n?'

"Boss... It's nothing against you all. I just didn't want you to make a fuss."

"Ah-ah." Your boss motions for one of their employees to step forward, plucking the cupcake from their hands. They examine the wrapper, carefully peeling the paper back as they turn to you.

"Hungry?"

You glance from the cake, to your boss, to your coworkers- envy poking through the thin veils of their smiles. You can already see how the rest of the day will play out if you take a bite.

"Take a bite or you're off work for the rest of the week with full pay."

Hesitantly, you swallow the cupcake in one gulp.

[fennekinmon]

"TIMMY I AM A TERRIBLE GODPARENT!" peri probably. Also this takes place either during best of luck or after operation: birthday tackback.

Also timmy still remebers cosmo, wanda and peri. He just not as invoved with fairies that much as he was a kid. so imagine his surpise when his baby brother files fast towards him crying. Yeah. Also the fact peri now a godparent appearntly, Quite the update for timmy.

I love drawing the fairies and anti fairies small, it just hits right. Even though drawing them to be small is hard for me.

[cosyvelvetorchid]

From a prompt sent by @titanlord231 ❤️

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Buck stood leaning against the kitchen door frame just watching Tommy. He did that a lot. Two years they had been together and not a day went by where Buck didn't look at him with awe; still not quite totally believing that Thomas Kinard - the hero firefighter pilot who flew in to a hurricane on a whim - was his.

"Would you like me to do a little dance for you?" Tommy asked not looking at him.

"I mean, kinda." He replied and Tommy laughed. He finished plating up their breakfast and placed rbe plates on the table.

"Happy anniversary, baby." He leaned forward pressing his lips onto Bucks.

"Happy anniversary."

"So, are you going to tell me yet where we're going tonight?" Tommy asked. Buck shook his head.

"Nope." He grinned.

"You're such a tease"

"Yep."

"So can I know anything?' Tommy asked. Tommy had been not a huge fan of surprises. Mostly because his experience of surpises growing up were never good ones. But he'd learned that Evan only ever surpised him in the loveliest ways.

Like when he sometimes brings him breakfast in bed, which nobody had done for him before. Or before he moved in and Tommy got the flu, Evan cooked a whole weeks worth of meals for him, and put them in his freezer while he was asleep (Tommy kept the note he'd written that he left next to him). Or last year for his birthday when Evan had got in contact with some of his old army buddies, who showed up at the bar they were at as a surpise.

"Just wear something nice."

****

Buck lead Tommy down the street, his hand grasping Tommy's tightly.

"C'mon not even a hint if where we're going?" Tommy asked impatiently.

"No need - were here." Buck pointed across the street to the pizzeria.

"Our first date?" Tommy smiled

"I've been promising to take you back so we can redo it so I figured why not on our anniversary." Buck beamed at him and Tommys heart squeezed itself harder in his chest. He was inclined to argue and tell him there was no need to redo it, but Evan wanted to do it. Besides the look of excitement on his face was enough to shut Tommy up.

They spent the next two hours eating and talking and laughing. Unlike their first date there was no nerves, no awkwardness or humiliation. When they weren't needing their hands to eat they were attached across the table.

"Thank you, baby." Tommy pulled Evan to him for a kiss as they left the restaurant. He pushed further into Evans lips eliciting a quiet moan from both of them. He pulled away and rested his forhead on Evans.

"How about we finish this date off at home?" His voice was low and breathy. Buck knew what that meant. But there was one more thing he wanted to do first.

"Actually there's somewhere else we have to go first." He excitedly told him.

"Evan, you didn't have to do all this for me." Tommy said softly.

"I know. I wanted to. Its not far, don't worry. Then you can take me home for dessert." Tommy felt his pulse in his groin at Evans words.

"I'm going to hold you to that." He said as Evan took his hand and walked them back to the car.

Ten minutes driving and they pulled up. Buck got out and walked toward the building.

"Do you remember this place?" He asked.

"Yeah. We had coffee here. You asked me to your sisters wedding."

"Well, on the theme of recreating our first date I thought why not recreate this one too." Buck explaind. Tommy was confused.

"Evan, its 10:30pm at night - they're closed."

"Are they?" He asked, hand reaching out to knock on the glass door with his knuckle. A man in his 50s walked towards the door to unlock it.

"Hey Buck."

"Hey Tony. This is my boyfriend Tommy. Tommy this is Tony - he owns the place. He's agreed to open up just for the evening for us. Come on." He lead Tommy through the café and outside to the table that they had sat on. There were twinkling lights hanging all around giving everything a soft warm glow.

A minute after they sat down Tony came out and took their coffee order.

"Hopefully this time you'll like the coffee I bought you." Buck smiled

"I can't even remember what it was you got me, I just remember it was bad." He said and they both laughed.

"So tell the truth - how did you really feel when I invited you to my sisters wedding? Buck asked.

"Surpised honestly. Being a date to someone for a wedding is a big deal anyway but the fact it was going to be your family was even bigger a deal."

"Were you tempted to say no?"

"No. " He stated clearly. "I wanted to go with you but I needed to know that you knew how big a deal it was. I've since come to realise you like to jump I'm with both feet first regardless." He smiled. He loved that about Evan; his determination and passion to go for what he wants.

"I'm happy you did." He placed his hand on to Tommys mimicking their date 2 years ago. Tommy reciprocated.

"Me too." Tommy replied, with that famous crinkly-eyed smile that Buck couldn't get enough of.

"Speaking of weddings there's another one I wanted to invite you too." Buck admitted.

"Yeah? Who's getting married?"

Buck took a second to breath before standing up, reaching for the little box in his back pocket then taking a knee.

"Us."

"Evan.." Tommy's mouth was open as he looked down at Evan holding a little black Black velvet box with a black tungsten band inside.

"Tommy, my whole life I felt like there was something missing. No matter how hard i searched for it, I never found it; convinced I wouldn't. And then you flew us into a hurricane and.. and though my body came home I feel like my soul is still in there in the middle of it with you." His emotions rose up and tears began to fall slowly down his cheeks. "You have made my life infinitely better than I ever thought was possible. I love you so much and want to spend the rest of my life making you happy. Will you marry me? "

Tommy could hardly believe what was happening. His sweet, kind, gorgeous boyfriend wants to marry him. He never thought in a million years he would ever be in this place where the love of his life would be down on knee proposing. There was just one small issue though..

Tommy stood from his seat and a giant tsunami rushed over Bucks bones . For a moment he thought he was leaving. Instead, Tommy gave Evan the biggest surpise of his life by kneeling in front of him, reaching for something in his inside jacket pocket. He pulled out a black leather box and opened it revealing a tarnished silver band.

"Evan, I spent my entire life in fear. Fear of who I am, of who I wanted to be. Fear of being accepted. Always holding myself back because I was so scared of getting hurt again. And then you got into my chopper and suddenly everything changed." Tommy was now the one getting emotional, with his chin wobbling, tears rolling down his cheeks. "You taught me what love is. What kindness and support is. You made me feel like I didn't have to be scared anymore. And that even if I ever am, that ill have you to hold my hand through it. I love you more than I ever thought it possible to love another person. Evan, will you marry me?

Buck sniffed and wiped tears from his cheeks.

"I asked you first." He laughed.

"Of course I will marry you." Tommy answered with a smile so big Buck thought he'd never seen it before.

"Yes I'll marry you." He finally answered.

Tommy reached a hand forward grabbing Evans neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. A kiss that tasted of a wonderful future with the man he loved.

[hayleythesugarbowl]

spencer agnew!

him and his partner are long distance and he surpises them and shows up

Birthday Wishes || Spencer Agnew x reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • smosh masterlist  ⋆˚｡⋆୨୧⋆

summary: you and spencer have been long distance for some time now, and he decides he wants to do something special and surprise you for your birthday

word count: 3.2k

warnings: mild language

a/n: ahh i’m so sorry this took me so long to get to but i hope you enjoy it!! i love writing for spencer sm 🎀🫶 also it’s still the 19th where i live so happy bday courtney!! 🎉

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     “Do you think green is my color?”

     “Hello to you too, Spencer,” you spoke into the phone you balanced on your shoulder as you tied your hair up in a towel. 

     “Hey, small talk can wait. This is a fashion emergency,” Spencer’s voice filled your ear as you wrapped another towel around your body, fiddling with the edges to keep it in place.

     “Alright,” you said, “That’s enough Project Runway for you.”

     “It’s a good show!” 

     You giggled, shifting Spencer to your other ear.

     “So,” he continued, “What are you doing right now?”

     “Right now? Well, I just took a shower and now I’m talking to you,” you told him.

     “I don’t want to be one of those guys, but, damn without me?”

     “I’m hanging up,” you giggled. “And like you’d fly hundreds of miles just to shower with me.”

     “You’d be surprised,” his voice took on a teasing tone, “I do have those frequent flier miles just waiting to be used.”

     You and Spencer had been long distance for about two months now. You’d agreed to stay together even though you were going to be moving across the country. 

     You’d met your boyfriend at work about nine months ago. You’d both been working at Smosh when you began dating and it all took off from there.

     First dates, anniversaries, you getting a job opportunity in New York, and now this. Talking to Spencer on the phone no less than three times a day.

     It had killed you to leave him. But you’d agreed that this was the best option for both of you. Spencer was almost more invested in your career than you were and you really appreciated him for being so willing to make things work for you. 

     Now, you set your phone down on the counter and pressed speaker phone as you    began to moisturize.

     “Don’t you have something better to use those on than one shower?”

     “Hey, don’t think this is all about you,” Spencer said. “Your shower has jets. Who wouldn’t fly across the county to use that thing.”

     You laughed, rolling your eyes playfully even though Spencer couldn’t actually see you.

     “Plus,” he continued, his voice becoming more serious, “I’d get to kiss you.”

     And there it was. The one thing you couldn’t do while you and Spencer were miles and miles apart.

     No more forehead kisses after a long day at work. No more long embraces that smelled like him. No touching at all.

     God, you missed him so much. There was only so much that technology could do.   

     You sank down on to the counter, letting your elbows prop you up. 

     “(Y/n), you still there? You’re not watching Runway without me, are you?”

     You attempted a weak chuckle. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

     As if sensing your sudden deflation Spencer asked you, “Hey, are you ok?”

     “I’m fine, Spence,” you said, tracing the pattern of the countertop with your fingertip as you talked, “I just miss you.”

     “I know,” he sighed, “I miss you too. Really freaking bad.”

     There was silence between you before Spencer said, “But hey, your birthday is coming up soon. Any plans?”

     “Not yet.” You shrugged off his abrupt subject change. 

     You hadn’t really wanted to do anything for your birthday, not without Spencer. You  had tried to squander your roommates attempts at throwing you a party multiple times.

     You appreciated her efforts, but you kind of just felt like a quiet evening eating cake in your bathrobe.

     “(Y/n), it’s not every day you turn 68,” Spencer teased, “You gotta celebrate these.”

     “Very funny,” you deadpanned. “And you’re one to talk! On your last birthday you just came to work in your pajamas and made everyone obey that ‘Mountain Dew me’ button.”

     “And that was a party! Some people got seriously hammered.”

     “Sure,” you agreed, “If by people, you mean you. And by hammered, you mean sugar crashed.”

     “Ok, I don’t get shower pics and you’re gonna start correcting me? I’m so out.”

     “Wait,” you stopped him, “switch to FaceTime.”

      You waited for the image of him to show up on your screen, pulling on the towel wrapped around your drying hair. Spencer’s face appeared suddenly and your heart leapt as you took him in.

     He was laying in bed and had his head propped up on one arm, the other holding his phone in his hand as he smiled up at you.

     His hair was tousled and he had his glasses on and he looked so damn sexy that you almost forgot what you were intending to do.

     “Ok, if you want shower pics so badly…” You flipped your camera and began pretending to take rapid photos of the shower curtain behind you.

     “You are so stupid,” Spencer laughed, rubbing his hand over his face before laying it behind his head again.

     “And you’re gorgeous,” you said, flipping the camera back to front-facing.

     “And you are working that towel.”

     You rolled your eyes, walking out of the bathroom and carrying Spencer with you. 

     You plopped down on your bed, just opening your mouth to speak when you heard someone yell your name from the other side of the apartment.

     “(Y/n)! I’m home! And these groceries aren’t going to put away themselves!” Your roommate called.

     “That’s Layla,” you huffed, “I better go before she rearranges the whole fridge.”

     “I’m going to pretend I’m not hurt,” Spencer clutched his chest in mock injury. 

     “I’ll call you later tonight, I promise,” you blew him a kiss and stood up from your bed. “I was just about to get dressed anyway.” 

     And by dressed, you meant your pajamas. 

     “Dang, I can’t believe I have to miss that,” he said. “‘Sure you can’t just put me on the night stand?”

     “Pervert!” You stuck your tongue out at him.

     “Woah,” Spencer held his arm up, “I just wanted to see your choice of clothing. You always know how to perfectly match patterns and textures with the undertones of —”

     “No more fashion speak!” You giggled, “Goodbye, Spencer.”

     “Bye, baby,” Spencer said softly, and the regret in his tone made it hard to hang up. “Love you.”

      “Love you more,” you whispered before ending the call. You slumped down onto your bed, letting out a sigh. 

      “Thank god!”

     You whipped around to see your roommate, Layla, standing in the doorway.

     “I thought I was gonna have to end that.”

     You shook your head at her as she came to sit down next to you on the bed. 

      “You still need help?” You asked her.

      “Nah,” she waved it away, “You lovebirds took too long. If you weren’t so cute together, it’d be hella annoying.”

      You smiled. You loved your roommate, brutal honesty and all.

      “But now that we’re here, can we talk about your birthday?” 

     You opened your mouth to protest and she interrupted you.

     “I know you’re going to say you don’t want to do anything but please just consider it. Your birthday’s in less than two weeks and you still haven’t let me plan a party.”

     “I don’t know, Lay,” you said, for the hundredth time, “I’m just not in a party mood.”

     “(Y/n), you can’t spend the rest of your life missing Spencer and talking to Spencer and thinking about Spencer. I get that you love him but maybe a little party would take your mind off things. And your boyfriend would want you to have a good time. What do you say?”

      Your best friend had a point. You had been pretty preoccupied with Spencer when you weren’t working or sleeping.

     And maybe she was right, maybe a little celebration was what you needed. Spencer had wanted you to do something for your special day.

     Besides, your friend was trying to do something nice for you. And the more you thought about it, the more it sounded like it could be an enjoyable experience.

     “Alright,” you told her, “Plan away.”

     “That’s the spirit!” Layla beamed at you, grabbing your hand before bouncing out of the room, probably to go buy party supplies.

     You laid back on the bed, smiling at the ceiling. You were actually excited for the party. 

     Your phone buzzed suddenly, and you reached across the comforter to grab it.

You had two texts from Spencer.

[Spencer] : wait i was actually serious about the green thing though!! 

[Spencer] : i’m doing a merch shoot tomorrow and i need to know 🙏 

     You grinned at the screen, remembering the first part of your phone conversation.

[(Y/n)] : any color is your color babe 

[(Y/n)] : but actually go with yellow 

     You waited for his reply to come, smiling when you read his messages.

[Spencer] : what would i do without you? 

[Spencer] : k, i better go. i gotta hit the shower myself (jet-less)

[Spencer] : stay tuned for pics 😉 

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     Four days. It had been exactly four days since Spencer had stopped answering your calls.

     He only responded to your messages with short, generic texts and whenever you asked if he could call he had somewhere he needed to be or something he needed to do.

     You tried to be rational—maybe he really had gotten pretty busy at work lately—but you couldn’t stop yourself from worrying.

     You looked at your reflection in the mirror,  surveying your party outfit and running a hand through your hair, as you though not-so-party-like thoughts.

     Today was your birthday and Spencer hadn’t called or even sent you a text. You tried not to let it get to you and instead look forward to the party that was probably already starting in the living room. 

     You took a deep breath and went to open your bedroom door, but it flew open before you reached the doorknob.

     “There you are!” Layla greeted you with a smile, “C’mon, let’s get this party started!”

     “Hey,” you put on a smile, trying to not think about Spencer. “I was just getting dressed.”

     “Well, you look hot so let’s go,” she grabbed your arm and pulled you down the hall.

     You were greeted by a decorated room with streamers and balloons and presents and partygoers milling about, talking and laughing.

     You knew about half of the people that Layla had invited and you gave her credit for that—you didn’t know that many people in New York yet. Most of your friends were back in LA.

     You got a sharp pain in your chest as you thought about your loved ones back home—especially Spencer.

     “I present, the birthday bitch!” Layla announced with a dramatic flourish. 

     You couldn’t help grinning at her as all of the guests turned to look at you and began clapping. 

     “Thank you all so much for coming,” you addressed the room. 

     “And thank you,” you turned to your roommate, “for planning all of this.”

     “It was nothing,” she said, “now go enjoy your party!”

     And that’s what you tried to do. You spent the whole evening mingling with people and being wished happy birthday and sampling the hors d’oeuvres.

     You were enjoying yourself—as much as you could, at least. 

     You sat down on a bright yellow chair in the corner that Layla had bought a few weeks ago—personally it wasn’t your taste, but she loved it.

     Kind of like large parties and giant social gatherings that required you to have nonstop conversations with people you hardly knew.

     You pulled your legs up into the chair, sitting criss-cross and hoping no one would notice you taking a quick break from the festivities. 

     “Told you you’d like this chair eventually.”

     You looked up to see Layla standing to your right. 

     “I guess it’s growing on me,” you said.

     She sat on the arm of the chair, pulling your head to rest in her shoulder.

     “You can say your miserable, (Y/n)” she said, “I won’t be offended.”

     “No,” you shook your head on her shoulder, “I’m not miserable, I promise. I’m just…tired.”

     “Spencer still hasn’t called I take it.”

     “Nope,” you blew out a breath, “I’ve given up.”

     “I don’t know,” she said, standing up. “He might surprise you. You never know what the night may hold.”

     “Why the narrator voice?” Your mouth quirked up on one side. 

     She shrugged, “It’s fun and i never get to use it.”

     “Now come on,” your friend began dragging your chair out of the corner and towards the center of the room, “Time to for cake!”

     You shrieked as she pulled you through people before abandoning the chair and going to grab a large cake sitting on the counter.

     Once candles had been lit and people had been gathered, Layla handed you your cake.

     “Alright, make a wish!” she yelled.

     That was easy. You knew what you wanted more than anything else. You didn’t even have to think about what you would wish for when you blew the flames out.

     Everyone began to sing me happy birthday and you let Layla snap picture after picture.

     You knew wishes were stupid and almost never meant anything, but you couldn’t help imagining what it would be like if your wish did come true.

     You squeezed your eyes shut and blew out your candles, only thinking of one thing.

     I wish Spencer was here. 

     All the guests erupted into applause and you smiled, hoping your longing didn’t show on your face.

     But god you wished Spencer was here.

     Everyone finished clapping. The room fell silent for a moment, before—

     “I hope you didn’t waste that on me.”

     You froze. The voice came from behind you. You almost thought you imagined it, until you turned around.

     Because there he was. 

     You blinked, trying to make sure he wasn’t a figment of your imagination. But this was real.

     Spencer was standing in your living room, his hands in his pockets, looking at you how you imagined you were looking at him. 

     “Now that,” he pointed at your chair, smiling, “is my color.”

     And that was all he got out before you were rushing towards him and into his arms.

     Spencer wrapped his arms around you, laughing, lifting you from the ground and spinning you in a circle before setting you back down. 

     The room burst into applause for the second time that night. You almost didn’t notice over the rush in your ears as Spencer embraced you. 

     He pulled back just enough so that he could cup your face in his hands. “God, I forgot how beautiful you are in person.”

     You had so many questions bouncing around in your mind, your thoughts racing. 

     You settled on the one that encompassed all of them, “How?”

     “Well, y’know, there’s some distortion with iPhone cameras so you can’t expect—”

     You interrupted him, “That’s not what I meant.”

     “Oh, you mean the whole me being in your living room thing?” He shrugged, pulling his hands away from you and back into his pockets, “I kinda flew here.”

      Spencer had flown—all the way from Los Angeles—to surprise you. You’d had no idea he was even planning this.

     As if reading your thoughts, Spencer said, “I wanted to tell you so bad, but I also wanted to surprise you for your birthday so I sorta ghosted you.”

     He rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, c’mon, you know I would’ve spilled those beans.”

     And that explained the not calling or texting you. You couldn’t even feel relieved that he wasn’t mad or breaking up with you because you were so floored and excited that he was here.

     He had done this for you. 

     “Wow, I don’t know what to say Spencer,” you started, wrapping your arms around him again. “As far as gifts go, I’d say you win by a long shot.”

     “Hey, I helped!” Layla shouted, putting her hands in her hips, her grin almost as wide as yours. 

     “Couldn’t have done it without you!” Spencer shouted back before leaning back to kiss you on the forehead, whispering “She let me into the building.”

     You put your head on Spencer’s shoulder, letting him hold you. You tried to memorize everything about the way that he felt in your arms. You didn’t want this to ever end.

     “So,” Spencer said, his voice rough, “How about that kiss now?”

     “I guess since you came all this way…” you trailed off.

     “Good,” Spencer whispered, “Because I’ve been waiting to do this since I booked the flight. Turns out I did find a good use for those miles.”

     And then his lips where on yours and you forgot how to breathe.

     In all the times you had imagined finally kissing Spencer again, nothing was as good as this. This was passionate and starved and full of all of the words you hadn’t said.

     This was different than all of the kisses you’d shared before you’d been separated, you thought.

     And then Spencer mumbled your name against your lips and you were incapable of thinking at all.

     You weren’t sure how long you stayed like this until Layla’s voice interrupted you. 

     “Hey, I’m just as happy as anyone that you’re reunited,” she said, “but please, get a room!”

     You and Spencer pulled apart, grinning like idiots. The whole room chuckled.

     Spencer pulled you to the side as Layla began rounding people up and gathering decorations.

     You caught your best friends eye and mouthed ‘thank you.’

     She just smiled and shooed your attention back towards Spencer, pulling down a streamer.

     You turned to your boyfriend. 

     “Well,” he said, “Before we get that room, want to give me a tour of the place?”

     “You’ve seen most of my apartment on FaceTime,” you told him. “What’s there to see?”

     “Some things can’t be captured over the phone,” he said, his voice becoming more serious. “Some things need to be experienced in person.”

     “Spencer, if you’re talking about the shower—” You teased, nudging his shoulder.

     But you caught his meaning entirely. And you agreed wholeheartedly.

     “Hey that shower is a piece of art! And how little you think of me,” Spencer smiled, continuing, “I was going to wait until you showed me the bathroom before I made that joke.”

     “Spencer?” You got out, through your laughter as you led him down the hall.

     “Yeah?” 

     “I love you so much.”

     “Well, I should hope so,” he shot back, “Otherwise, I spent five hours on a plane—which didn’t serve Mountain Dew, by the way—getting kicked in the back for nothing.” 

     You shook your head at him lovingly.

     “And yeah,” he finished, “I love you too. More than Mountain Dew and Project Runway.”

     You kissed him on the cheek, continuing to pull him down the hallway.

     “I meant to ask,” Spencer broke the silence, “What did you wish for?”

     “You,” you said, pausing. “I wished for you. All I want is you.”

     “I don’t want to say ditto, but I couldn’t agree more,” Spencer teased. “All I’ve ever wanted is you….and maybe one shower.”

     “Spencer!”

     “Six jets! There are six jets in there, (Y/n)! Why does nobody get this?”  

      You just giggled and ran down the hall, leaving him chasing after you. You couldn’t stop smiling. This was the best birthday you could have ever wished for. 

     You rounded the corner, Spencer still calling after you, just a few feet behind you. Right behind you. Here. Yours.

      “Six jets and a heated seat!”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed my loves!! stay tuned for more spencer fics coming soon 💋🎀

also bonus text convo 🤭 —>

[kleftiko]

❦ ANGEL PT. 2

cw: mature, sub!hawks, oral hawks!receiving, soft sex

PART 1 | MASTERLIST

@bunie-luka, @happyfaceghilxhbitch, @elysiumkgrissom, @potatocatsan

“okay.” he breathed.

hawks willed his body to relax. his tense thighs that surrounded you melted into the plush seat of the bench, and his shoulders dropped.

but then you started dancing.

he didn’t know what to do with his hands as you moved; they followed the contour of your body under your command. your hot and sweaty skin tingled his course fingers and he didn’t know something this soft could exist.

then you slowly dropped between his legs, his hands ran over the glitter on your body before you disappeared from his grasp, your fingernails grazed over his chest on your way down.

he nearly yelped as you winked up at him.

his eyes followed as you stood back up; your hand ran through his hair, grabbing the nape of it and tugging it back so his head looked directly at you.

he whimpered.

“wanna know a secret?” your breath fanned his face.

he nodded pathetically and you let go of his hair. slowly making your way onto his lap, you held eye contact.

“you’re my favourite hero.” you sat down on his lap and he made an adorable noise at the pressure of you on his bulge.

“i am?” hawks whispered, gaining a bit of confidence and placing his hands back on your hips.

“mhm…” you tested the waters and grinded down on him. he let out a hiss and held you tighter. “you should catch me on hero night, my wings are red just like yours.”

the thought of you in hawks’ costume made his head spin a little, and he unintentionally thrust up against you, earning a gasp from your lips.

“be good, baby,” you purred, placing your full weight on his cock. “i have another surpise for the birthday boy if you behave.”

your fingers once again dragged down his chest, to his stomach, then finally over his belt, that you slowly undid.

keigo’s breath caught in his throat before—“can i… can i kiss you?”

you looked at him through your lashes and smiled.

hizashi didn’t ask you to do this, you weren’t a prostitute and you never did anything you weren’t supposed to in the private rooms. but what you said was true, hawks was your favourite hero, and having him here in the palm of your hands was too much not to take advantage of. even if hizashi hadn’t paid for a lap dance, you would’ve found your way into the hero’s pants one way or another.

“you’re such a sweet thing.” you mused and pressed your lips to his. he really was.

your fingers briefly left his belt as they cupped around his face, holding him gently as you could tell this was a bit new to him. his arms pulled you closer to his body as you softly made out.

when his hands started to wander, you took that as your cue to release him.

his body chased you a bit as you got off of him before kneeling between his legs.

“this okay, baby?” you asked, undoing his belt again.

he nodded his head, lifting his hips a bit to help you free his aching cock. his face was a bit flushed, and it only made him more endearing to you. you wanted to make him feel good.

so you did.

you wrapped your lips around his tip gently, moving your tongue all around as you gently began to suck.

your mouth was heaven to him. warm and wet, and your tongue was just the right amount of rough against the head. he couldn’t help the soft noises that came out of him—if anything, they spurred you on as you took him deeper.

his fingers dug into his pant covered thighs to cope with the pleasure until your hand blindly reached out and guided his to your head.

your soft eyes gazed up at him and he swore he nearly came on the spot.

he grasped your hair and you hummed into him, taking him straight to the back of your throat. the spit welling up in your mouth started to seep out around his dick, and hawks didn’t even realize he started thrusting into your mouth. he was so hazy with lust he didn’t even notice he started fucking your throat until he was on the verge of cumming. and by that point he couldn’t bring himself to stop as he saw the tears welling in your eyes.

he babbled out airy warnings of ‘angel’ and ‘cumming’ and praises and ‘thank you’s as you tasted him release down your throat.

you kept his cock trapped as you swallowed and cleaned him off, earning beautiful whimpers of his before you let him go.

it was easy for you to stand back up, until hawks grabbed you again and pulled you back onto his waist. you yelped in surprise before he kissed you again, just as softly as before.

“thank you.” he repeated.

you smiled, placing your hand on his jaw, but didn’t respond.

“let me see you again? please?” he whispered.

you answered him with another kiss.

[puckarchives]

definitely a surpise: l. hughes

blurb: in which you and luke introduce the daughter the world never even knew you had to the nhl. / word count: 1.3k / pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader

To be fair, the decision had been made way before the two of you had even considered the possibility of being (or even trying to become) pregnant; instead, it was a comment that had sparked a long winded conversation on the dock of the Hughes Family lake house in New Hampshire, and that had you and Luke coming to a final consensus: if you were to have children together, mini-Lukes and mini-Y/Ns, the child wouldn’t be introduced into the world of the National Hockey League until they were a year old.

Now, while the decision might have sounded easy and obvious, it wasn’t until a few months later after our wedding that we had found out we were pregnant, and preparation for Hughes Baby Number 1 was quite the spectacle— one that usually involved Luke finding you in the stands of the Prudential Center, covered head to toe in clothing that hid your baby bump— right until it became a bit too obvious to his teammates, and it was decided that instead, your would spend your time watching the game either from the Center’s family suite, or from the comfort of your own shared home. Naturally, the latter won out almost instantaneously.

Despite the onslaught of media harassment that Luke and you had received in the aftermath of your absence from his games— comments from fans who mentioned that I wasn’t being supportive enough or even a good partner to him, the pregnant went as good as we had hoped— and, a few months later, Marnie Wren Hughes was born— a name that was a mix of both of our mother’s names, and whose middle name was a play on Luke’s own middle name, swapping out “Warren” for a simplified version of “Wren.”

Marnie was an angel child, truly. Sure, she was attached to the hip with Luke because of how much he had to travel for games and roadies, but she was a Momma’s Girl at heart— constantly around you, and always around in her stroller, or toddling around your office at the university.

As your baby’s first birthday came along, however, Luke and you once again found yourselves in a bit of a predicament. Just like her uncle, Marnie had a May birthday— putting it right smack in the middle of playoff season for the Devils, and leaving the two of you to think about what you could do with that. Would it be time to introduce the baby you two had and watched grow for over a year to the world? Hell, not even half of Luke’s team even knew about Marnie, despite the fact that Luke had been playing with the team for over five years now.

Despite this, we knew it was time; since it was her birthday, both your parents and Luke’s would be in Jersey visiting for her birthday party, and with the Canucks having lost in the second round of their own playoff games, Quinn would be taking a flight out to join the Y/L/N-Hughes family for the party as well, so it truly gave you the best opportunity to take Marnie out, surrounded by her family, to her first Devils game— and, for all intents and purposes, introduce her to the world her father thrived in.

When the day came, however, you readied the newly one-year-old in a tiny version of Luke’s jersey, with the “43” taking up the majority of her back. She looked, in so many ways, (but especially clad in the classic red and black colors,) like her dad; like the man who had given you the opportunity to be a mom to such an angel baby, and experience things like this in the first place.

As the game began and team warmups commenced, you saw Luke look around the stadium quickly, easily finding you and the child in your arms waving at him alongside his own family. Signaling to Jack to join him, the two skated over to where you stood— sporting the same jersey Marnie did, and the ring on your hand to prove it.

As Luke got near, Marnie, excited to see her dad, yelled in her baby voice, “Daddy!” leaving both you and Luke, who had stopped mid-skate, a bit dumbfounded. Sure she was a year-old already, but talking in full words? Especially since she had only ever called you “Mama” and Luke “Dada” before?

Seemingly pulled out of his stupor by the wiggling child in your arms, Marnie stretched her arms out toward Luke, now catching the attention of other players and audience members around you— all of which must have been wondering why this child was calling Luke “Daddy,” and where she had even come from to begin with.

Peeling off his gloves, Luke grabbed her into his arms as both Nico and Mercer came skating over, the latter obviously trying to find out who the child was. Even the jumbo screen, which usually held on to Kiss Cams and commercials, was pointed at the scene of Luke carrying Marnie in his arms, now peppering her tiny face in kisses as she babbled and yelled “Papa” over and over at him.

Pulling away from the two, you got out your phone to take a picture of the sight— the love of your life carrying the other love of your life, all while they both experienced something entirely new; Luke having his daughter at a game, and Marnie, experiencing the cheers of the game her dad gave his all to.

After the game though, as the Devils swept the Rangers 9-2 with three points from Luke and two assists from both Haula and Jack, you counted the amount of times that one or more Devils had skated to your piece of glass and waved at Marnie, catching the baby’s attention as they pseudo-met the youngest Hughes child for the first time. From Marino to Schmid, one by one the Devils found themselves cooing at the baby from across the glass— all star struck in a way at the child who had called their defenseman “Daddy,” but all enamored by her curls and Y/E/C eyes that were clearly traits she inherited from both you and Luke alike.

After, however, you were both ushered into the locker room, automatically surrounded by baby-fever induced coos from Luke’s teammates as Marnie was swept out of your arms— first by Jack, and then by Nico, and then finally finding herself back in Luke’s arms as each member shared their surprise that, one— Luke had a literal child, and two, that you both had kept it under wraps for so long.

“Well, it was a decision we both made before Marnie was even a thought,” you told Bastian, who was playing peek-a-boo with the squirming toddler, and who had asked how he hadn't known of her before tonight.

“We kind of wanted it to be a surprise, and then we just didn’t want her to only ever remember the bad parts about hockey, you know? But big day for the Hughes family now,” Luke added. “Big day, sweetheart,” he told Marnie, bouncing her up and down with one arm while she played with his fingers of his opposite hand.

“Well, except me,” Jack interjected. “Now I can finally show you guys the pictures of MarnieBear when she was a baby! God— you should see how much Lukey cried when she was born,” he said, leading off to join Nico and Lazar as he whipped out his phone, most likely pulling out the one photo he took of Luke with a newborn Marnie, tears of happiness streaming down his face as he held his little girl in his arms— her in one, and you in the other.

“Well, that was definitely a surprise,” I told him, putting your arm around his waist. The defenseman only looked down at me, smiling at both me and our daughter— yeah, it was definitely the right decision.

[lisa-russell]

Off the Hook means something to me.

I was first introduced to Splatoon via a single piece of fanart. It was Octo Expansion, I grew intrigued and looked further on. And was introduced to the world of Splatoon.

I slowly read through all the lovingly written fan stories I came across on the Inkernet. Read the fancomics and lil blurbs people had on their belowved OC and Versions of the N.S.S.

Than I heard the music.

What wonderous and uinque sound the world of Splatoon has. Spawning epic remixes and Original Spatbands/Idol groups, based from these songs and tunes. Splatify and Youtube, led me to finding more than over 400 of these melodies.

I was than was gifted a switch, and a copy of Splatoon 2. I played it and finally understood why so many infish fell in love with this world, why it was such a hit over in japan...i could only watch others play, now I had the key to this world in my hands.

I loved the lore and sometimes silly, sometimes serious and sometimes sad aspects of each games main herostory/DLC. Those where a perfect way of getting to know the world and its Idols, and what profound power music has on its inhabitants.

Or how the Precursors (Humans) still left their mark on the world, in far more startling revelations as we found out from Splatoon 3, from a beloved immortal pyschic cat, to the tragic bonesyards of millions of lost lives and the Precursor Technology left behind by said humans.

I found myself smiling at the antics and downright funny moments of the games.

Than Octo Expansion came out and changed everything.

Giving release, freedom and light to many tragedies. The dark theme and horrifying discoveries found in the metro was a spin far from the colourful streets of Inkoplis or Octarian Territory.

OfftheHook became a bigger role in the game, I legit tried not to cry when the credits rolled...

Well you all know what came after that a few months later. The finalfest came and that victory decided the fate of Splatoons future to a greater degree than Splatoon 1 in certain aspects.

I waited, enjoyed the Splatoon Community until Splatoon 3 was announced and everying lost there clamming heads lol. I saved up from my Birthdays and bought S3.

It had its ups and downs but i cant lie, I am having a lot fun. I was freaking excited when Side Order came out. Bringing with it some much needed answers and closers to Octo Expansion and whatnot. The fact Offthehook was back was just inkcredible. I have a hate/love relationship with Salmonrun/Bigrun.

And now where just being bombarded with new content out of nowhere! And i thought we inkfish went crazy when splatoon 3 came out. Its shucking everywhere now lmao!

Between the recent Nintendo Summer2024 Magizine INTERVIEW, SummerNights Fest...and the sudden Starchfest(lol) the 8.1.0 update and than... a surpise drop Japan did at 12-am, 1 am in the morning. Next day, its spread EVERYWHERE.

Cue the international freakout wave. 😂🤣😂I'll admit i was surfing that wave too. 😅

When I saw the video, a squealed and was also a little sad knowing the end is coming soonish. I saw offthehook and was like thats my team,100%.

I am TEAM PRESENT!

[alixezae]

Birthday surprise!!

Info; gojo surpises you with a birthday gift which you love so much

Info 2; sadly i don't know how to do the other characters of JUJUTSU kaisen because gojo is so easy asf

Credits to owner of this hello kitty pic 😻

[lukesvangelista]

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑

in which connor is left to pick up the pieces after losing y/n.

warnings; death (mentions suicide and mental health issues), connor having to grow up quickly, grief

based off of last words of a shooting star by mitski

all of this turbulence wasn't forecasted, apologies from the intercom

and i am relieved that i left my room tidy

they'll think of me fondly when they come for my things

Time does not stop for one person’s death. Nor does it stop for a million deaths. Time is a cold and cruel concept that remains hidden despite standing in the light. People forget that just because something breaks doesn’t mean that the rest of the world is affected by it.

Connor sat in the driver's seat of his 2008 Honda Civic, his eyes focusing on the neighborhood road in front of him. Christmas lights were shining brightly all around him, but the boy's heart and mind didn't reciprocate the brightness surrounding him. Instead, his soul was sad as he looked up from the road, his eyes meeting your childhood home. The same childhood home in which you and Connor first met.

A five year old Connor stood nervously at your doorstep, his light brown hair blowing mindlessly in the wind. His arms were loaded with a tray of cookies that his mom had made. Your family had recently moved to North Vancouver from what the Bedards presumed was the United States, seeing as an American flag was displayed above your garage. As your new next door neighbors, his mom took it upon herself to welcome you to the neighborhood, and there was no better way to do so than a five year old with cookies.

The door swung open and Connor was met with a woman, who he later learned was your mom, and you, his newfound best friend. From then on, you and Connor became inseparable.

The same childhood home in which you and Connor had late night conversations through cup phones.

Funnily enough, Connor soon learned that his bedroom was exactly across the way from yours. What began as small waves to each other when you both realized the other was in their room, quickly turned into both of you cracking your windows open to have full-fledged conversations with each other. As the years went by and you and Connor grew older, you decided that that wasn't enough, and brought it up with Connor that night before going to bed. The next morning, you woke up to a cup phone sitting on your bedroom desk, and a long piece of yarn attached to it. It didn't take long for you to discover that the cup lead to Connor's room. It did, however, take a little while to discover a note that Connor had left for you.

"you left your window open, so i figured there was no better time to do this. i spent all night finishing this - i even drew a dog on your cup because i know you like them so much! - connor".

The same childhood home in which you and Connor realized you loved each other.

Now teenagers, it was evident that there was something going on between you and Connor. However, it seemed as if everyone but the two of you were aware of it. Both his mom and dad and your mom and dad had sworn that the two of you were going to grow up and get married, and his sister always claimed that she would be the maid of honor, but both you and Connor swore that the two of you were only best friends, and that's all that you guys would ever be.

However, that all changed the morning of your 16th birthday. Connor had turned 16 a few months prior, and he spent the days leading up to it driving around town to acquire the decorations needed to decorate. The night before your 16th, you and Connor had planned a sleepover. Little did you know, however, that while you were fast asleep in one of Connor's Regina Pats t-shirts, he had spent another night wide awake for you, just to decorate his kitchen in order to surpise you.

When you woke up the next morning, Connor was nowhere to be found in his sleeping bag on the floor (the boy let you take his bed so you'd be more comfortable, and despite your protests, he insisted). Confused, you got out of bed, and were immediately hit with the soft sound of music and the crackling of bacon. You softly smiled to yourself as you made your way down the stairs, expecting to be met with Mrs. Bedard, but instead, you found Connor hunched over the stovetop, grilling the bacon.

His hair was disheveled and he was wearing his favorite Regina Pats hoodie, gray sweatpants adorning his legs. You stood there for a bit before making your presence known, snaking a hug around Connor's waist as you noticed all of the decorations around you, "Happy birthday, sunshine."

You let out a soft gasp as you took in the sight around you, your eyes admiring all of the work Connor had put in just for you. He smiled as your eyes twinkled in excitement, mentally celebrating to himself as he realized how much you loved everything, "Connor, you shouldn't have... this is amazing, thank you. I don't think anything can make this day better."

His smile grew even bigger, which he didn't know was even possible. As you went around the kitchen to admire the decorations up close, Connor went back to cooking the bacon. The random playlist he had on shuffled through a few songs, and soon landed on 'At Last' by Etta James. You grinned, heading over to Connor.

"Con, I think I have found something that can make this day better."

"And what is that?" "Dance with me."

Connor didn't protest. Instead, he turned around and placed one hand on your shoulder and the other on your waist, and the two of you began to slow dance around the kitchen to the soft voice of Etta James. Despite no words being exchanged between the two of you, both you and Connor could feel the love you had for each other. After all, love understands love - it needs no talk.

The same childhood home in which you eventually took your life.

Connor knew you were struggling. From the moment he had met you, he had the ability to read you like an open book. So when you became quieter shortly after your sweet sixteen, he became concerned. At first, you tried to blame it on stress from school and extracurriculars in an attempt to reassure him, but Connor could see right through you. He knew you were hurting, but what he didn't know was that you were never going to recover from this pain.

Although Connor wasn't home all the time, he would send you encouraging text messages every morning and would talk with you every night on the phone, for hours on end, though your cell phones couldn't compare to the cup phones that still hung between your guys' bedroom windows. He even asked his parents and Madi to keep a closer eye on you when he was gone.

He was in Regina when it happened. His parents had come to see him play against the Everett Silvertips, and were planning on staying for the weekend to catch up with him. His day was going great, and he didn’t think anything could have ruined it. That was until after the game, when he had tried to call you - multiple times - to check in on you and make sure you were doing okay. Each and every time he called, he was met with your voicemail. A pit of concern was growing in his stomach, but he tried to settle it by convincing himself that you had fallen asleep and we’re okay. When he had gotten back to his apartment after the game, however, the worry in his stomach only grew when he saw his parents sitting on his couch, both teary-eyed.

“Connor…” he made eye contact with his mom, who could barely hold herself together. Somehow, he had put the pieces together - it was about Y/N, and it wasn’t good - but he still felt the need to ask about her before jumping to conclusions.

“Y/N’s fine, right? She’s just sleeping, or driving, which is why she’s not answering any of my calls?” Connor asked warily, his voice shaky. His mom only cried harder at her son’s question and his dad sighed, squeezing his eyes shut. Connor hesitated for a moment before speaking again, his eyes glassy, his head shaking in disbelief, “She’s not… she’s not dead, right? She can’t be.”

“She’s gone, Connor,” his dad replied, his heart breaking at the state his son was already in, “Her mom called us a bit ago. She committed suicide.”

“No!” Connor shouted, his mouth curving into an upward smile of pure shock, “You’re lying to me! Y/N’s not dead, she can’t be!” he pulled out his phone again and began to dial her phone number, “If I call her right now she’ll answer me. She was just taking a nap!”

Immediately, Connor’s mom got up to hug him and at that moment, he knew she was gone. His best friend, his love, the one person who knew him more than anyone else in the entire world, was gone. He dropped his phone and let out a blood-curdling scream, falling to his knees as his mom tried to keep up with him. His dad joined his wife and son on the floor as the the three Bedards grieved together, knowing they would never again get to see sweet and beautiful Y/N Y/L/N.

Your funeral had been the hardest part for Connor. There wasn't much crying during the actual procession, except from him. As your dad, his dad, Kent Johnson, Tanner Hayes, your cousin and him were carrying your casket down the aisle of the church, tears rolled down the young boy's lightly-freckled cheeks like a flowing waterfall.

During your actual burial, however, things were the exact opposite, Connor felt numb, and couldn't process that you were actually gone. However, the others realized that they would never, ever hear your voice again. They would never again get to see your smile, or hear your contagious laugh. Madi and Mrs. Bedard shook in each other's arms, trying their best to comfort one another. Your mom trembled as your dad rubbed her back softly. A group of your cousins all huddled together in a heartbreaking group hug. Connor’s dad really tried his best to hold it together for everybody else, but when he saw the casket being lowered into the ground, he broke. You had been like a daughter to him. He pretty much knew that his son was going to grow up to marry you. Mr. Bedard collapsed to the ground on his knees, his heart breaking more and more each second. But then there was Connor - absolutely no expression on his face whatsoever. He couldn't feel anything.

Here Connor was, sitting in his car a year later. The Blackhawks had given him a break to be with family during this time, specifically after Nick Foligno had seen how broken the kid was over the situation. He could see your mom and dad having dinner through the window, but he knew it wasn’t the same. They had left an empty chair, plate and silverware out on the table for every meal after you had left.

The cup phones were still hanging between his bedroom and yours. Connor didn’t have the heart to take them down - if they remained up, the two of you would still be connected in some way, and although that way wasn’t ideal, it was better than nothing.

The American flag was still up, but by now was joined by a Canadian one as well. Things were different now, but not for the better.

Connor reached over to his passenger seat, in which sat a gift-wrapped box. Your parents had given it to him on Christmas Day last year, explaining that it was the gift that you were going to give him that day. He thanked them kindly, but didn’t have the heart to open it. He needed some more time before he could face the memories of you again.

He was finally ready. Connor wiped off some dust particles from the year old wrapping paper before carefully moving to untie the bow of ribbon on top of the present - it was your signature move. When he managed to unwrap the wrapping paper and open the box, tears came to his eyes immediately.

A handmade blanket was revealed to him. In the very center, the fabric of his old Regina Pats t-shirt - the one you were wearing when you guys realized you loved each other - was revealed, and ‘Bedard - 98’ was written across. Another square of fabric was a piece of your baby blanket, on which your warm scent still lingered. Connor gripped the blanket close as if he was physically holding you in his arms, as if you were physically here with him.

For the first time in a year, Connor allowed himself to grieve. He missed you so much, and desperately wished you were back in his arms, but finally realized that the world goes on. Once again, time does not stop for one person’s death. Nor does it stop for a million deaths. Time is a cold and cruel concept that remains hidden despite standing in the light. People forget that just because something breaks doesn’t mean that the rest of the world is affected by it.

For awhile, Connor thought he could’ve saved her. He thought his love for her was enough to show her the beauty and goodness of the world which can so often be cruel. Connor loved Y/N in many ways, and the fact is that the blue-eyed boy could've loved her in an infinite number of ways, but really, he could've never loved her in a way that was enough to make her stay.

That’s just something Connor Bedard would have to live with for the rest of his life.

an; merry christmas and happy holidays i guess???

[starsenha]

[5] ABOUT THE BOY - happy birthday

The club was packed, the bass thumping through the walls as people danced and drank like there was no tomorrow. Lights flashed in sync with the music, creating a euphoric atmosphere that pulsed with energy. But the real action happened in the slightly elevated VIP area where you and your friends sat. It gave you a perfect view of the entire club. You were sitting at the center, casually sipping on your drink while chatting with Lia and Sunoo.

"Looks like the whole school showed up. I'm not surprised," you said, laughing as you glanced over the crowd.

"They wouldn't miss it, it's like the event of the year," Lia said smirking.

You smirked, taking another sip of your drink. You were used to the attention, but tonight you had one objective and you will succeed.

Meanwhile, outside the VIP section, Sunghoon, Jake, and Jay had just arrived. They were greeted by a wave of energy as they entered the club, the music and lights hitting them full force.

"Man, this place is wild," Jake shouted over the music. "I can't believe we actually got invited to Lia's birthday party."

"I can't believe Yizhuo actually invited me, I feel like i'm dreaming," jay nervously adjusted his shirt.

"Just keep it together, man," sunghoon said, laughong slighlty at jay's nervous appearance.

Before he could retort, they spotted Yizhuo making her way through the crowd, weaving between people like she owned the place. She looked stunning, her outfit catching the light as she moved.

"There you guys are!" she said, smiling as she reached them. "I was wondering if you got lost or something."

Jay stared at her in awe before clearing his throat, trying to look cool but failing miserably. "We… uh… didn’t want to miss it.”

Jake laughed a bit at his friend, and Yizhuo followed him. “Come on, I want you guys to join us in the VIP section. The party’s just getting started.”

"VIP?" Sunghoon asked, slighlty surpised.

“What, you thought I’d make you stand with the crowd?" she laughed a bit, her tone teasing. "Come on, you’re with me now.”

The guys exchanged glances, disbelief clear on their faces. This was a level of access they hadn’t expected. As Yizhuo led the way, Heeseung was practically floating, Jake couldn’t wipe the grin off his face, and Sunghoon… well, Sunghoon was trying very hard to keep his cool, despite the fact that he knew you were just a few steps away.

“I can’t believe this is happening. She actually wants us to hang out with them.” Jay whispered to Jake as they followed the girl.

"Dude, i told you, we're fucking in," he responded, grinning widely. "Just try not to freak out."

They reached the VIP section, and as they stepped up into the elevated area, the first thing Sunghoon saw was you. You were sitting like a queen, completely at ease, your outfit hugging her curves in all the right ways. For a moment, Sunghoon’s breath caught in his throat. He hadn’t expected you to look even more stunning than you had in the picture.

You looked up and caught Sunghoon's gaze, your lips curling into a knowing smile. "Well, look who finally decided to join us."

"Oh man, we're so done for," Jake muttered under his breath.

Yizhuo gently pulled Jay to a seat next to her, "Sit down, guys! Make yourselves comfortable."

Jay sat down stiffly, trying to act nonchalant but failing as he kept stealing glances at Yizhuo. Jake slid into a seat next to you, still grinning like an idiot, while Sunghoon hesitated for a moment before taking a seat on the opposite end of the couch, as far from you as possible without being obvious.

"You're enjoying the party?" you leaned slightly towards Jake, your voice smooth.

"Y-Yeah, definitely. This place is awesome." Jake answered, stuttering like crazy.

"Relax, Jake," Lia said, laughing. "We don't bite. That much."

"Unless you want us too, but that's another story," Sunoo winked at him, making everyone laugh.

"So, Jay," Yizhuo said, turning to him with a playful smile, "How come you never told me you were this much fun? I would've invited you sooner."

“I… I guess I’m just… I don’t know, better late than never?” Jay was blushing like crazy.

“He’s dying inside right now.” Jake murmured to Sunghoon.

The tall man only smirked as a response. You caught Sunghoon’s eye again, and he quickly looked away, focusing on the drink Yizhuo had just handed him. You noticed his evasion and decided to push a little further.

“Sunghoon, you’ve been awfully quiet. Are you not having fun?” you asked, mustering the most innocent voice you could, and tilted your head to the right.

“Just… taking it all in. It’s a lot to process.” he responded, forcing a smile.

“Well, I hope you’re enjoying the view.”

Sunghoon felt the heat rising to his face and took a quick sip of his drink to avoid responding. Jake, meanwhile, was practically swooning in his seat, caught between admiring you and trying not to embarrass himself.

“Dude, she’s even more gorgeous up close. How are you not falling for this?” Jake said to Sunghoon, trying to be subtle.

“I never said it was easy. But I’m not getting pulled in. I refuse.” Sunghoon whispered back.

“Good luck with that man. ‘Cause I’m about ready to sign my soul over.” Jake said with a smirk.

Meanwhile, Yizhuo was thoroughly enjoying Jay's flustered state, leaning in close and whispering something in his ear that made his eyes widen.

“I think we should make this a night to remember, don’t you?” she said playfully.

“Y-Yeah, definitely. Whatever you want.” he was barely holding it together at this point.

“Oh, he’s so whipped already. It’s adorable.” Sunoo said, noticing Jay's expression.

“If this keeps up, he’ll be a goner before the night’s over.” Lia laughed.

As the party continued, the initial nerves had melted away as everyone relaxed into the night, the drinks and drugs flowing freely. You had successfully drawn Sunghoon out of his shell—he was no longer avoiding you, though he was still cautious. Every now and then, you'd flash him a teasing smile or brush your hand against his arm, and despite his best efforts, he found himself actually enjoying the attention.

“You’re surprisingly fun, you know that? I didn’t expect you to be so… interesting.” you said, leaning closer to him, your voice silky smooth.

“You make it sound like I’m supposed to be boring.” Sunghoon said, smirking.

“Well, you were playing hard to get. I like surprises.” your tone was undeniably playful now.

“Maybe I just wanted to see if you were worth the chase.” he took a sip of his drink.

“And what do you think? Am I?” you responded, your fingers caressing slightly his arm as you never broke eye contact with him.

Before he could respond, the VIP section doors opened, and in walked Heeseung and Sungchan, making their grand entrance. Hee, dressed in a sharp black suit, exuded confidence. He had just come from a high-profile Prada event where he’d been the center of attention as one of their ambassadors. Sungchan, ever the party boy, was already on the lookout for familiar faces.

Heeseung's eyes immediately scanned the area, landing on you, who were sitting far too close to Sunghoon for his liking. He felt a twinge of jealousy flare up inside him—he was used to being the one by your side, the one you flirted with, even if you didn’t know how he really felt.

He approached you and the group with a controlled but slightly arrogant stride. "Well, well, well. Looks like i missed a lot."

Your mood lightened up when you saw him. You immediately stood up and pulled him into a hug. "Hee! You made it! I was starting to think Prada kidnapped you or something."

He hugged her back tightly, his voice low. "They tried, but I managed to sneak out just in time, angel.

Heeseung's eyes flicked to Sunghoon, and he immediately sized him up. Sunghoon, who had stood up as you pulled him into the hug, noticed the brief look of appraisal. There was a moment of unspoken competition in the air, a tension that neither of them acknowledged but both felt.

“Sunghoon, this is Heeseung—one of my oldest friends. Hee, this is Sunghoon. He just transferred to our school.” you said, turning to Sunghoon, your hand casually resting on Heeseung's arm.

Heeseung extended his hand, but his smile did not quite reach his eyes. "Nice to meet you, Sunghoon.”

“Likewise.” Sunghoon shook his hand, matching his firm grip.

They exchanged a look, the kind that spoke volumes without a single word. Heeseung’s protectiveness over you was palpable, and while Sunghoon wasn’t necessarily interested in causing trouble, he wasn’t about to back down either. You, ever perceptive, noticed the subtle exchange and found it amusing. Oh, this was gonna be fun.

“Looks like the testosterone just spiked in here. Think we should step in before they start arm-wrestling?” Yizhuo said, leaning towards Jay.

He laughed softly, shaking his head. “Nah, let them have their silent standoff. It’s kind of entertaining.”

Heeseung, still keeping a watchful eye on Sunghoon, turned his attention back to you. He knew you loved the attention, but he couldn’t help feeling a bit territorial, especially with someone new in the picture.

“So, what’s the deal, yn? You replace me as soon as I’m gone?” his tone was teasing, but there was an edge to his voice.

“Oh, please. You know you’re irreplaceable."

Hee wasn’t entirely sure if he liked how this was going, but he was too proud to show it. Instead, he decided to keep his cool and enjoy the party—at least on the surface.

“Alright, enough with the brooding looks. Let’s drink! It’s Lia's birthday, after all.” Sungchan said, breaking the tension with a grin.

“Yes! Drinks on me, everyone.” Lia said, still amused.

The group settled back into the party, and for a while, the tension between Heeseung and Sunghoon simmered beneath the surface, occasionally flaring up in the form of subtle jabs or pointed looks. You continued to openly flirt with Sunghoon, who, despite his earlier resolve, found himself getting drawn in by your charm. He knew it was dangerous, that he was walking a fine line, but there was something about you that just made it hard to resist.

After a while, Sunghoon started to feel the pressure of your relentless attention. Despite his best efforts to stay cool, he knew he was reaching his limit. You were gorgeous, charming, and undeniably magnetic, and the more time he spent with you, the harder it became to keep his guard up. And with the alcohol in his blood, it wasnt"t helping in the slightest. He needed to get out of there before he did something he’d regret. Spotting Jake by the bar, Sunghoon quickly made his way over, weaving through the crowd with purpose.

“Jake, I need your help.” he leaned closed to his friend, his voice low but still loud enough through the music.

“What’s up? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“More like I’ve been cornered by one," Sunghoon said, frustrated. "I need to get away from yn before I completely lose it. Help me out here.”

“Oh no, you’re on your own, buddy. I’m not getting between you and yn. That’s a death sentence.” he responded, grinning, clearly amused.

“Come on, Jake! You’ve got to have some kind of excuse. Can’t you, I don’t know, fake an emergency or something?”

“Sorry, man. You’re the one who decided to flirt with fire. Now you’re just going to have to deal with the heat.” jake shook his head, still smirking.

“Great. You’re really useless, you know that?” Sunghoon sighed, knowing that his friend wouldn't budge.

“Hey, you’re the one with the hottest girl in school chasing after you. Most guys would kill to be in your position. Just earn it.”

“Thanks for nothing, Jaeyun.” sunghoon said before making his own escape plan.

He slipped through the crowd and headed outside, where the cool night air hit him like a refreshing wave. He took a deep breath, grateful for the brief reprieve from the chaos inside. Leaning against the wall, Sunghoon closed his eyes for a moment, trying to clear his head. But his peace didn’t last long.

You stepped outside and immediately spotted Sunghoon leaning against the wall, looking like he was deep in thought. You smirked, her heels clicking softly on the pavement as you approached him.

“Trying to run away from me, Hoon?” you said playfully.

Sunghoon opened his eyes at the sound of your voice, his heart skipping a beat when he saw you standing there, looking as stunning as ever. He tried to keep his expression neutral, but it was getting harder by the minute.

“I needed some air. It’s getting… intense in there.” he sighed.

You stepped closer, "Intense? I didn’t think I was that scary.” your tone was obviously flirtatious.

“You’re not scary. Just… hard to resist.” he found himself smirking, as his eyes never left yours. He was done for.

“Good. That means I’m doing something right.”

You moved even closer, closing the distance between them until you were just inches away. Sunghoon could feel the heat radiating off you, and he clenched his fists, trying to keep his resolve.

“You’re making it really complicated for me, yn.” he said, his voice low.

“Who said you had to resist? You don’t have to, you know.” your voice was so soft and seductive it was going directly to his crotch. The way you were looking at him wasn't helping either.

He hesitated, his thoughts briefly flickering to Chaeyoung. The wound was still fresh, the heartbreak still raw, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for something new. But you were persistent, and you weren't giving up that easily.

“I’m still… getting over someone. Chaeyoung. It’s not as simple as just moving on.” he struggled to stay composed, as his gaze lowered to your lips.

Your expression softened for a moment but did not falter. Instead, you moved closer, your hand brushing lightly aginst his chest. "I can't help you forget about her," you voice was just above a whisper. $

You tilted your head slightly, your lips inches from his, your breath warm against his skin. Sunghoon’s heart raced, and he could feel the last of his defenses crumbling. “You’re really not making this easy, princess,” Sunghoon growled softly, his voice tense.

Your smirk widened at the nickname, and you leaned in, your lips barely brushing against his ear. “Who said I was trying to make it easy?”

That was the last straw. Sunghoon’s control snapped, and before he knew it, he had closed the distance between you, his lips crashing against yours with a force that surprised even him. You responded immediately, your arms wrapping around his neck as you melted into the kiss, your body pressing against his.

Sunghoon took control of the kiss, his hands sliding to your waist, pulling you even closer. The kiss was heated, intense, full of the tension that had been building between you all night. You moaned softly against his lips, your fingers tangling in his hair.

With a swift, fluid motion, he pinned you against the wall. The rough brick against your back contrasted sharply with the warmth of his body pressing against hers. Your pulse quickened, your breath hitching.

The kiss grew even more desperate than before. His hands slid up your sides, his fingers digging into your skin as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with an urgency that matched the wild beating of his heart.

You moaned again softly into the kiss, your hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt as you pulled him even closer if that was possible. The alcohol coursing through your veins only heightened the sensations, making everything feel more intense, more intoxicating. Sunghoon’s lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, trailing hot kisses down your neck as you tilted her head back, giving him better access.

You were so caught up in each other, so lost in the moment, that neither of you noticed the figure approaching from the side of the building until it was too late.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Sungchan said, grinning, his voice breaking some sort of spell that fell on top of you.

You broke apart, breathing heavily, your hearts pounding. You looked over at Sungchan, trying to compose yourself even as your body still buzzed with the intensity of what had just happened.

"Sungchan, what are you doing out here?" you tried to sound casual but your voice betrayed you.

"I was sent to fetch you. Lia’s about to blow out her birthday candles. But it looks like you two were busy…" Sungchan, his teasing smile still plastered on his face. He was clearly enjoying the situation.

Sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, trying to steady his breath. He could feel the heat still radiating from his body, and he was acutely aware of the smudge of your lipstick on his lips. He was in too deep, and he knew it.

"We were just… talking," hoon said gruffly.

"Yeah, talking. Sure," Sunghcan laughed. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. Sungchan was never one to miss a chance to tease, and tonight was no exception.

"Whatever. Let’s just go back inside before Lia sends out a search party."

With that, the three of them headed back into the club. The music hit them like a wall as you reentered, the lights flashing, the crowd still going strong. You led the way back to the VIP section, but Sunghoon lingered for a moment, trying to shake off the intensity of what had just happened.

As you approached the VIP section, Jake and Jay spotted you immediately. Jake’s eyes widened as he noticed the smudge of lipstick on Sunghoon’s lips, and Jay, always observant, raised an eyebrow.

"Dude, do you see what I’m seeing?" Jake grinned as he leaned toward Jay.

"Oh yeah. Someone’s been busy." Jay smirked.

Sunghoon tried to wipe the lipstick off with the back of his hand, but the evidence was still there, a faint red smear that only served to confirm what the others were already thinking.

"Hoon, I didn’t know you were into face painting." Jake teased, unable to resist.

"Shut up, Jake." Sunghoon said, scowling, clearly annoyed but also embarrassed.

"So, I’m guessing that chat with YN was… productive?" Jay laughed.

"Can we just drop it?" Sunghoon responded, grumbling.

"Hey, no judgment here. Just saying, I didn’t expect you to come back looking like you’ve been through a freakin war zone." jake said, grinning.

Sunghoon said. He knew that the only way his friends would stop was by changing the subject. "Can we focus on something else? Like Lia’s birthday, maybe?"

Just then, you reappeared, looking completely composed, as if nothing had happened. You flashed them all a smile before turning to Lia, who was ready to blow out her birthday candles. And as you caught his eye from across the room, giving him a knowing smile, he knew that resisting you was going to be the hardest challenge he’d ever faced.

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