#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!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 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!”

[parental-unit-of-chaos]

Well... Which timeline of it? Cause not every comic issue or TV show follows the same exact timeline.

There was even a timeline where Jason Todd's attack on Titan's towers was actually Tim Hallucinating due a long period with lack of sleep with his brain playing on the paranoid feelings Tim had of Jason Todd attacking him again. Cause with this timeline he Jason was kinda fresh outta the green angry pit, and still seen Tim as trying to steal his life.

While, the reason why Tim had not been sleep for his longest record of no sleep, was because the batfam was trying to find Jason so they could try and have a family conversation or at least make sure he is okay. Cause, he pretty much wasn't.

I'll admit, I'm still very new fan when it comes to DC comics and the batfamily. I've been trying to figure out a general timeline of events. And I have a genuine question cause it's been bothering me for a hot minute.

When exactly is Jason's attack on Tim Drake's Robin in the Titans Tower supposed to take place??

I haven't read the comic that event comes from yet. (Based on how people talk about it, I'm not sure I want to but I probably will anyway). But I've seen people put it in the middle of his whole operation in Under the Red Hood but that makes next to no sense to me? He's pretty busy with the whole crime lord thing and putting a big ol "Jason Todd was here" seems more likely to ruin his grand plan more than anything else.

So if anyone could tell me what's up with it, I would greatly appreciate it.

[artemismoorea03]

SURPISE!!

I spent the ENTIRE day (the 5th) working on art for the Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU take over and I (hope) to continue the trend for all of today too! (Again, I hope! These things took 5+ hours idk how people do it so fast.)

So without further ado~ my first page redraw!

The Bio Parents AU has been living in my head rent free for AGES and because of it MDB/MAA might end up reaching 1 Million Words by my birthday ;3

It is an absolutely beautiful au; both in the art style and how its written. The characters are written incredibly well, the art style is fuckin delicious, and even the sadest of parts brings me so much joy that its a treat all its own. It not only inspires me to keep writing but to get better at drawing too.

Thank you @kyri45 for this beautiful AU ♡ it is truly a treasure.

I hope anybody who hasn't checked it out yet does so because it's definitely worth it ♡

Original Comic Page:

(Please ignore the fact Wukong is in the wrong clothes I didn't realize until I was coloring him 4.5 hours later that I did it wrong and I was in way too deep by that point.)

[yoonguurt]

Pairing: non idol Jihoon x F!reader

Genre: fluff, angst if you squint, smut

Trope: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers

Word Count: 5,088 

Trigger Warnings: none

Summary: Jihoon always joins in when his group of friends makes fun of Mingyu for being a simp for his girlfriend. It isn’t that he thinks that a man shouldn’t go above and beyond for their significant other, it’s just that he hasn’t had a girlfriend that makes him want to go that far. Maybe one day, though.

A/N: This is for @ddeonghwa-s secret cupid event! Surpise @strawberry-skiess I'm your cupid! This honestly was hard to start, but once I started I just couldn't stop. I hope you enjoy it! Happy Valentine's Day (even though I'm a day late) Thanks to @kwanisms for this lovely little banner. I love it so much. This is for adults only, no minors allowed! I will fight you.

Read all of the other wonderful entries here

Smut Warnings: slight nipple play, dom!Jihoon, sub!reader, fingering, oral (f receiving) unprotected sex (do not), maybe two thigh slaps

“Well, if it isn’t the simp of the century.” Jeonghan’s voice floats through Jihoon’s ears and he looks to the door as Mingyu walks in. Over the last couple of months, calling their group giant a simp has become something of a ritual. They don’t mean it, they honestly think it’s adorable how whipped Mingyu is. And he certainly isn’t ashamed of it. He wears the title like a badge of honor. “Still single and bitchy, I see.” Mingyu’s retort is almost immediate, a cheshire grin adorning his face as he watches the rest of the group burst into laughter and Jeonghan’s face turn into a mix between a smirk and a scowl. 

Jihoon retreats into his thoughts while his friends chatter amongst themselves. He does think it’s sweet how much Mingyu loves his girlfriend, he just isn’t sure that he understands. Sure, he’s had a few relationships of his own, and while he cared about them, even loved one or two, he has never known the amount of love Mingyu seems to wield. His friend found his self described love of his life around 4 months ago and he’s been head over heels the entire time. Jihoon has watched Mingyu rush to get to his phone when he gets a text, with a special ringtone for his girlfriend, and smile like an idiot at whatever it is she has said.

He’s lived through Mingyu leaving nights at the bar solely because his girl wanted to cuddle. When her birthday came around, the two men spent hours going through unlimited stores while Mingyu tried to find the perfect present. Every time Jihoon suggested something, Mingyu had a retort on why it wasn’t good enough. The new cd by her favorite band? “I don’t have enough time to get it signed.” The pretty pink purse that screamed something his girlfriend would like? “I already got her that one.” Eventually, the tall man had settled on a necklace that Jihoon was certain cost more than a used car. Mingyu had the money to throw around, he guessed. 

Part of Jihoon wants to know what it’s like to feel like that. Another part thinks that it seems like a burden. He can’t decide where he stands on the topic. Sure, he wants that great love that novels describe, wants to give his heart to someone and know that they’ll always be there. But at the same time, he isn’t sure he’ll find someone that can deal with his finicky moods. There are times when he wants someone to cuddle, only to immediately change his mind. He knows that can be annoying, and he is working on it. One of his other issues is time. He takes his job seriously. 

Working as a producer, he is a busy man. He doesn’t know if there’s a person out there that will understand that sometimes, he loses himself in his work. His phone drifts to the back of his mind, dates forgotten without him meaning to. It’s the main reason his relationships have failed. He genuinely doesn’t mean to, and it’s another thing he has been working on. He’s been getting better at responding to his friends in a timely manner, he’s even taken to setting alarms on his phones so he doesn’t miss the planned hangouts. Sure, he still falls into the music and forgets the world around him, but he’s getting better.

There has always been an exception, though. You. His best friend. The two of you have known each other for years, having met in freshman year of college. Your sunny disposition sometimes clashed with the grumpy facade he puts on, but it’s always worked. A couple of his exes thought there was something going on between the two of you, but that’s never been the case. He just clicks with you. You understand him. You’re a busy woman, too. The journalism world stops for no one. 

“Isn’t that right, Jihoon?” He snaps head up toward the voice. Soonyoung looks at him expectantly, obviously waiting for him to agree with him. “Sorry, what?” The huff of air that comes from Soonyoung’s mouth lets him know how annoyed his friend is. “I said that it’s cute that Mingyu loves his girl so much, isn’t that right?” Honestly, he doesn’t know how to answer this. “Sure, it’s cute, but it seems exhausting.” The sound of a scoff comes from behind him and he turns to the sound. He hadn’t realized that you were here. He suddenly feels like he said something wrong, like when a teacher calls on you to answer in class and you fumble and answer wrong. It’s embarrassing for some reason. “So what I’m hearing is that you would find caring for your partner that much to be an inconvenience?” Everyone’s eyes flit between you and Jihoon, waiting for a debate to start. The two of you have always been like that. You’re able to have a small, argumentative conversation and then go back to joking like it never happened. 

Jihoon sighs deeply, knowing where this is going. “That’s not what I said.” His tone lets you know just how annoyed at having a conversation like this again. “I’m just saying that Mingyu’s level of simpdom sounds like a bit much. I’m happy he has someone that he loves so much, but being at her beck and call constantly sounds tiring.” Mingyu responds before you can even open your mouth. “That isn’t how it is.” His tone isn’t defensive in any way. He just sounds like he’s explaining something to a child. “She doesn’t ask me to do any of that. She actually encourages me to have fun with you guys. I just feel so happy that I have her and I want to make sure she knows that.” 

Jihoon stays silent for a moment, thinking over Mingyu’s words. He thinks to himself, wandering again if he’s ever had something like that. He thinks the closest thing he’s had is you. He’s dropped more things that he can count to be at your side when you need him. He’s even dipped on girlfriends because you were upset. Once, he canceled on his most recent ex just because you secured a front page spot for the local paper. He needed to be the one to celebrate your accomplishment with you, needed to be the first one to congratulate you. He didn’t want to think too deeply about what that meant. Sure, he had had a massive crush on you in college, he thought he might have been in love with you, but that had disappeared a long time ago. 

When you showed no sign of reciprocating his feelings, he decided to let it go, letting you go, at least in the romantic sense. 

Of course, there were still times where he’d look at you and think about how beautiful you were, especially when you’d just woken up and the light was hitting you in a specific way. But, that was just him appreciating your beauty as a best friend. He was sure of it. Realizing he had been quiet for too long, he glanced at Mingyu, nodding his head. “I guess I could see how someone could feel that way.” He chose to ignore the way Soonyoung cut his eyes toward him, knowing what he was thinking. Soonyoung had been the only person who had known about his college crush. He always insisted that you had felt the same, and that Jihoon still held a candle for you. 

“You’ll find it one day, Hoon. Don’t close yourself off to it.” Your voice is strained, though you try to hide it. You’ve always admired Jihoon, even if he was a bit closed off. He’d never really let himself go in a relationship. It was like he never felt comfortable. But you knew him at his core, knew how sweet and thoughtful he was. He had always been there for you when you needed him, which was probably why your love for him had never died. You’d tried to find someone else, dated people, even loved one or two, but not like you loved Jihoon. No one could compare. You’ve seen every side of him and there isn’t a single one of them that you don’t adore. He’s also been growing his hair and God does he look better than you’ve ever seen him. You can tell his confidence has grown a little and that is even more attractive. You know you’re well and truly fucked, but you aren’t sure you want to change that.

The night winds down and everyone gathers their things to leave. Soonyoung takes the time to pull Jihoon aside, making the younger boy look at his friend in confusion. “Look, I know you’re going to deny it like you always do, but watching you two pine after each other is getting hard to do.” Jihoon opens his mouth, only to be silenced by Soonyoung’s hand lifting in the air. “Have you ever stopped to think that there’s a reason that relationships never worked out for either of you? If you haven’t, then think about it, ok?” Soonyoung clapped his friend on the shoulder before he moved to hug you and tell you goodbye. 

“I’ll help clean up.” Jihoon’s words cut into your thoughts, distracting you from what it is you were thinking. You turned to face him, a teasing smirk gracing your features. “Take a look around. There’s nothing to clean up. Go home and actually get some sleep tonight. I know you have to be at the studio early tomorrow, just like I know you haven’t been sleeping. Just listen to me and go sleep.” He was baffled at how you knew that, but then again it was a talent you seemed to have. Knowing everything without him having to tell you. But then again, he guessed he had the same talent. It was like a sixth sense. Some real ‘There’s a disturbance’ shit. He simply nodded at you, saying goodnight and leaving without even stopping to think that you barely had to have any force behind your turn to get him to do exactly what you wanted.

The thinking came when he walked through his door. A lot of it. Soonyoung’s words began to float through his mind. Did they have any weight to them at all? Sure, relationships had really never worked out for the two of you, but that didn’t mean anything. Relationships come and go, that’s what they do. Occasionally, people get lucky and they find who they’re supposed to be with. Sometimes, they don’t. That was just life, it didn’t mean that the two of you were the reason the other’s relationships failed. The more he thought about it, though, the more merit Soonyoung’s words seemed to hold. Any time you needed him, he came running, and the same applied to you. You’ve both left dates and anniversaries because the other needed something. He’s had to assure quite a few exs that there was nothing romantic between the two of you and if he had to guess, he’d say you’ve done the same. Everything hits him at all once and he feels the need to sit down to process. 

You’re going through your own mental roller coaster. You know that Jihoon could find his person if he would just let someone in. It doesn’t have to be you, though you desperately want it to be, you just want him to find someone that will make him happy, someone that will bring out the loving side you know that he has. You sigh deeply as you lock up your apartment, making your way to your bed to get some much needed sleep.

You don’t hear from Jihoon for a few days, but that isn’t totally unusual. Sometimes he gets so lost in the music and you just wait until he’s back in the land of the living. But as a whole week passes, you start to worry. He’s never gone more than 3 days without speaking to you. You try to play through the events of the last time you saw him, thinking about if you had done something out of the norm. The only thing you think of is the conversation everyone had about Mingyu. He must have been offended that he was ganged up on, but then again that didn’t make sense. It wasn’t the first time everyone had had this conversation and he has never reacted like this before. It takes a split second for you to make up your mind and grab your purse and walk out the door.

Jihoon sits at his computer, staring past it like it’s not even there. He can’t focus, hasn’t been able to focus for a week. His thoughts always float back to you and how he feels. Now that he has realized he does in fact have feelings for you still, he can’t seem to bring himself to face you. What if he acts different? What if you realize? He can’t risk it. There are too many years of friendship on the line. Sure, not answering your texts is the coward’s way out, but he doesn’t know what else to do. As he had sat on his couch a week ago, the realization that he was in love with you hit him in the face. Damn Soonyoung. He would have been totally fine if he had kept being ignorant. Now though, he knows that he’d do anything for you. He knows that he already does do anything for you. 

The beeping on the keypad to his studio brings his attention back to reality. There are select few who know the code to his studio and he looks at the door with held breath, hoping it isn’t who he knows it is. You swing the door open, displeasure written all over your face. “What the fuck, Lee Jihoon?” He grimaces, hating that you’ve pulled his full name out of your pocket. If he didn’t before, he knows now that he is in deep trouble. He sits in his chair, slouching like a scolded child as you glare at him. “No text in a week. No reply in a week. Nothing to let me know that you’re even alive. Who the hell do you think you are?” Jihoon almost wants to laugh, thinking you’re adorable even when you’re angry, but he doesn’t dare. He knows that will only make things worse for him. 

Jihoon is hit with a sudden urge to touch you and he can’t hold back. He quickly stands and moves towards you slowly, watching as your demeanor changes. You go from angry to confused as you watch his steps. He stops in front of you, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m sorry.” The words are whispered, but you can still hear them. All of the anger leaves you, almost. You hit his shoulder lightly, making him giggle slightly. “You damn well should be. Had my ass worried sick, asshole.” There’s a playfulness in your tone, one that you can’t help but let out. Your confusion grows as you realize that Jihoon hasn’t stopped hugging you. That is definitely different. Jihoon hates physical touch, he always has. In the entirety of your friendship, he’s only hugged you a handful of times and everyone has been quick, lasting only a few seconds.

“What happened to you in the past week for you to be so affectionate? You hate physical affection.” Your words come out teasing, trying to mask your genuine curiosity as a joke. He doesn’t answer for a moment, seeming content to just continue holding you. When he finally does speak, you choke on air, starting a small coughing fit. “Yeah, but I love you.” There’s no teasing tone. No joking. You can hear the sincerity in his voice. You have no words. No thoughts, head empty. 

Jihoon pulls back just enough to look at you and you can see the hesitation and worry in his eyes. You need to say something, you want to say something, but nothing is coming out. Your mouth is opening and closing like a fish gasping for air and you’re sure you look ridiculous. When you finally find words, they aren’t what you planned to say. “Are you sure about that?” Jihoon can’t contain his laugh and the sound hits you in your gut. It makes every fiber of your being tingle. Hearing him laugh brings you back to reality and you give him a playful shove, smiling and letting out a huff of laughter of your own. “Shut up.” There’s no real bite to your words and you know that he knows that. “I tell you that I love you and your response is to ask me if I’m sure?” He’s teasing you and loving it and you pout. “Hey! It’s a perfectly valid question!” Looking at him your heart surges with affection. 

“As funny as that was, I’m kind of panicking over here. A response would be nice, even if it’s a rejection.” Jihoon chews his lip as the nerves show on his face. You can’t help but smile at him and reach up and lace your fingers in the hair at the back of his neck. “Have I told you how much I love your hair like this?” Your statement throws him off guard and he looks at you with furrowed brows. “Wha-” You cut him off with a finger to his lips. “Almost as much as I love you.” The smile that comes across his face could light up a room with no lights. He leans down and presses his forehead against yours. “Are you sure?” He giggles against your lips as you give him a pout and a shove. His reaction is to pull you closer to him, pressing you as close to his body as possible. 

His eyes flit down to your lips before trailing back to your eyes, in silent question. You give him a slight nod, knowing that he’ll get the message. You watch as his lips slowly move towards yours, as if he’s teasing you by making you wait. You let out a whine of impatience and he giggles. He can’t help but give you what you want. When he finally presses his mouth to yours, it’s like the world explodes in a rainbow of colors you didn’t even know existed. You feel as if your entire purpose makes sense now that you have tasted his lips. It doesn’t take long before the sweet pecks turn into desperate, open mouthed kisses. His tongue dances with yours, fighting for dominance, which he quickly wins. The way he takes control of the kiss goes straight to your core. You’d thought about this and sure, you thought he’d be more of a dominant lover, but the reality is greater than what you could imagine. And this is only kissing. You can only imagine what it’s going to be like when he’s actually fucking you. The thought alone has your thighs clenching.

Of course, Jihoon notices even though you’re trying to be subtle about it. He pulls back with a smirk. “Oh? Is someone getting needy?” The way his voice drops in octave only causes you to clench tighter and let out a small whimper. Jihoon’s lips make their way to your neck, leaving small nibbles and kisses in their wake. “Aww. My poor baby. Already getting desperate, huh?” All you can do is nod against him as your hands grab at his shirt. He lets out a deep chuckle against the skin of your neck and the vibrations make you shiver. His hand slowly makes its way from your neck down the front of your chest, stopping just above your breast. He lifts his head to look you in the eyes, silent asking for consent. Instead of giving him a verbal answer, you take his hand, completely bypassing your clothed breast and placing it at the hem of your shirt. He takes the hint, leaning back just enough to lift your shirt from your body.

The chilly air in the studio causes your nipples to harden immediately and Jihoon’s eyes fall to your chest and darken with lust. His hands instantly find your bra covered breasts, pulling the cups down just enough to him to see your peaked buds. Taking one in between his thumb and index fingers, he pinches lightly, just enough to see your reaction. When you arch into him, he smirks, knowing he’s found something you like. “Hoon, please.” Your voice is light and airy, the need evident. “Please what, sweetheart? What do you need? You’ve gotta use your words, pretty.” The way you buck your hips and whine tells him all he needs to know. 

He moves his fingers to the button of your pants, making a show of slowly loosening the button. His teasing is both driving you crazy and making you more horny than you have ever been. Your hips are bucking into nothing, desperate for some sort of stimulation. When he finally gets the button undone, he sinks to his knees, pulling your pants down as he lowers himself. “Hands above your head, baby. No moving unless I say.” The softness of his tone does nothing to hide the dominance and it makes you weak. You nod and move your hands above your head against the wall. Jihoon flashes you a smile that makes your heart flutter. “What a good girl I have. You listen so well, my love.” 

When he taps your leg to signal for you to lift your legs to step out of the pants. You obey slowly, trying to tease him a little bit. A quick slap to your thigh makes you gasp, a moan slipping from your lips. “Behave. I’m trying to make our first time sweet. Don’t test me, angel.” His patience wavers slightly when he can’t wait to remove your panties, simply using his strength to rip them so that they fall off of you. It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. “Holy shit, Jihoon.” He smirks like he knows how much his strength affects you, because he does. He doesn’t say anything, simply lifts your right leg and places it over his shoulder. Your breath hitches as you look down at him, making eye contact as he makes a show of sticking his tongue out, flicking it over your clit. The sudden contact makes you jerk forward and your eyes fall closed. Even though the action was nowhere near enough, it made you even more wet. You’re practically dripping at this point and once glance at the man below you lets you know that he enjoys the effect he has on you. 

He spends what feels like forever just slowly giving your clit kitten licks, driving you insane just as slowly. Without warning, his actions speed up. He grips your hips and harshly pulls them forward, shoving his face as far into your pussy as he can get it. The moan you emit is bordering on pornagraphic. Your fingers twitch, wanting so badly to grip him by the hair and ride his face. As if he can sense your thoughts, he pulls back, making you whine. “Don’t even try it. Move those hands and you won’t cum at all.” The slight growl in his voice does things to your insides. “Yes, sir.” Your voice is low and desperate and Jihoon groans, approving of your choice of title. 

He dives back into your cunt, quickly sliding his middle finger inside of you, his ring following a few seconds later. He curls his fingers, searching for the spot that he knows will make you come undone. It doesn’t take him long to find it, pressing the tips of his fingers against it and rubbing. You can’t control the sounds that come from your throat and you’re beyond glad the studio is soundproof. You can feel yourself getting closer to your peak and you do your best to communicate that. “Ji, please. So close.” Your hips are moving without your control, chasing your end on instinct. Jihoon leans back long enough to give you permission to come. “That’s it baby. Let it go. Let me taste you. Give it to me.” His words throw you over the precipice, launching your mind into a different plane, one that is filled with nothing but pleasure and the sound of his voice. Jihoon works you through your orgasm, slowing down gradually to draw it out as long as possible. 

“Breathe, love. In and out.” You don’t even realize how hard you’re panting, but you listen to him regardless. Your eyes are closed and your legs feel like jelly and you’re aware that you’re only standing because he’s holding you up. You aren’t sure when he stood, brushing his fingers across your face and through your hair. When you finally return to reality, he’s looking at you with concern. “Are you ok?” His voice is shaky with hints of worry and his eyes flicker all over your face like he’s looking for some sign of distress. It takes you a moment to respond and when you do, you can only say the first thing that pops into your mind. “Are you fucking kidding me? That was insane and amazing and I need your cock in me right now or I’ll die.” The laugh Jihoon lets out is loud and unrestrained and it makes you smile. 

He places a quick kiss to your lips, letting you taste yourself briefly on his lips. His hands take hold of yours and he slowly moves you toward the couch that sits against the wall behind his computer chair. With another kiss, he steps back, his hands moving to the hem of his shirt. “Lay down on your back, baby.” You don’t even think before doing as he says, keeping your eyes on his as he lifts his shirt over his head. It isn’t the first time you’ve seen Jihoon shirtless, but the fact that you know what’s about to happen makes it all the more erotic. He drops the shirt on the floor, not caring where it lands, moving his hands to the basketball shorts he’s wearing. Your breath hitches in anticipation, and you refuse to even blink as he eases his shorts and boxers down together. When his length comes into view, your mouth goes dry. He’s the perfect amount of length and girth, not too long or short and you just know the stretch will be heavenly. He watches you look at him for a moment before he steps out of his clothes completely and makes his way to the couch where your body lies limp and needy.

His eyes wander your body, simply taking you in, clearly liking the way you’re spread out for him. “You are so fucking beautiful, do you know that?” The way he’s looking at you makes your insides turn to mush and you reach for him, making grabby hands at him. He gives you a soft smile, kneeling in between your legs and linking his fingers with yours. After giving each hand a kiss, he lifts them to fit around his neck, leaning down to give a slow kiss, full of nothing but love. Giving you one last questioning look, he waits for you to smile and nod before he reaches down to align his length with your entrance. When he pushes forward, it feels like the world expands and closes in at the same time. You’re hyper aware of everything while also only focusing on the feel of him. It’s like you’ve finally found a piece of yourself that you didn’t even know you were missing. 

The first thrust steals every bit of oxygen you have, replacing it with love and just Jihoon. The sound he makes causes a groan to erupt from your throat. He sounds wrecked already and you love that you’re the one that is making him that way. His face buries itself in your neck, lips littering kisses along the exposed skin. “Fuck, you feel so good.” You can tell that he’s holding himself back. You lift your head just enough for your lips to be close to his ear, giving it a soft bite. “Jihoon, you can be soft later. Right now, I need you to fuck me.” It seems like that’s all he needed to hear. He pulls his hips back until his cock is almost completely out of you before he slams back in. Hard. The movement jolts your whole body, shoving your head against the arm of the couch. Without missing a beat, Jihoon brings his hand down to place it between your head and the couch, his thrusts still hard and fast. 

With the combination of his speed, depth and roughness, you’re embarrassingly close to coming for the second time. You dig the nails of one hand into the skin of his back, the other making its way to his hair, pulling just enough for him to feel it. The groan he lets out lets you know that he very much enjoys that. Your moans are loud and mixing with the filthy babbles that are coming from him. Praise of how good you feel, how badly he’s wanted this, how you’re his now. Your orgasm hits you full force without you even realizing just how close you were. The squeezing of your pussy around his cock and the look on your face has Jihoon following you immediately, filling your cunt with every bit of cum he has. You look up at him, and his breath hitches. You’re so, so beautiful and so, so his. Looking at you like this, he knows that he would do anything for you. Anything just to see you happy and smiling. He would eat glass if that would cause you joy, even though he knows it wouldn’t. A sudden realization hits him and he lowers his head.

“Shit, I’m a simp, too.”

[onlyhyunjin]

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒!

(♡) - my personal favorites (🔞) - CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT

FALLEN STAR - @h5eavenly (A story of two hurt souls finding comfort within each other in the most unexpected ways.)(🔞)(♡)

OFF LIMITS - @yeonzzzn (your older brother has always told you “no boys” and his friends “sister is off limits”, which always worked…until everyone comes back home from college and you see how grown up his best friend has become…)

CHILLING AND KILLING - @yeonzzzn (ghostface Jake au) (♡)

SURPISE BABY - @alvojake (jake was deadset on making your birthday special even if that meant making you hang out with your friend until he was finished setting up his last birthday surprise.)

AFTER HOURS - @heesbaby (jake sim, bassist of AFTERHOURS and all round terrible guy, so deep in his self absorbed world where everything went his way and everyone fell at his feet. he hardly noticed you moving in next door until he caught a glimpse of you in the hallway. completely uninterested in your neighbour, you did you best to ignore his advances. that was until you found yourself humming along to the songs he practiced every night.) (♡)

WATERMELON SUGAR - @wonryllis (he’s the sweetest to you, one might confuse him for your boyfriend, but he’s not, he just your fuckboy of a roommate who treats you like a delicate candy, always looking out for you and never at you; or so you think.)

MEET ME AT OUR SPOT - @jjunieworld (with the news of your grandma’s depleting health, life has you moving to your mother’s seaside hometown for the summer to your aunt’s. while there, you meet the illustrious player—jake sim—that everyone can’t seem to stop talking about. what you never expected was to gain his attention and spend the three months you’re there falling for him.)

BREAK THE ICE - @jaylver (Punching a guy in the club then kissing him not long after at a hockey game wasn't exactly a fairytale, but for you, it was your reality. The worst part of all it wasn't even the incidents that happened, but the fact that you didn't know him or his name. That was until another stir of events that happened which caused you and him to actually meet, so what was the best way to break the ice after a disastrous punch and a shocking kiss together? A date. It could be love at first sight, or more accurately, it was love at first punch, or … kiss? )

NEW YOU - @sageryuri (all hell breaks loose when you, the heir to the throne, decides to run away to begin a new life. luckily, you experience a surprise encounter with jake sim, which brings upon freeing adventures and sprouts a taboo relationship between a princess, and a poor criminal.)

KIWI AND LAYLA - @asahicore (in which you mistake jake’s backpack for your own, making you each go home with the other’s bag. both of you are too curious for your own good, so you quickly find out that you excel in the subject the other is failing - a mutual tutoring agreement ensues, and it turns into much more than what you had expected.)

WEBS OF HURT - @jaylver (Falling for your best friend wasn't on your check list for high school. As if that wasn't enough to break your heart, his odd behaviour only added fuel to the fire along with a new crush of his. Who knew that odd behaviour would soon turn into a secret truth that you'd discover after his valiant effort of hiding.)

[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.

[muniimyg]

𐙚₊˚⊹ bbydaddy!jungkook (29)⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

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“surpise!” 

the burst of familiar voices around you fills the space as jungkook gently pulls his hands away from your eyes.

the world comes into focus, and you’re met with a room full of smiling faces, balloons, and twinkling lights decorating the penthouse. 

your heart races as you take it all in—your parents and jungkook’s on the side with zion and zia in their arms, the guys with their playful grins, and even nam joon, who stands with a friendly nod.

“what’s all this?” you gasp, your voice a mix of disbelief and delight.

jungkook steps beside you, his eyes shining with excitement. 

“happy birthday, honey!” he grabs your hands, squeezing them as he beams down at you. “i wanted to do something special. we’ve got food, games, and your favorite cake… well, zion’s.” 

you can’t help but laugh, feeling overwhelmed by the love in the room. 

“this… this is—wow—thank you, honey. i love it. i love you,” you say, cupping his face with your hands. you tiptoe and kiss him softly. as you pull away, you smile. “honey, i can’t believe you did all this! i thought we were just having a quiet dinner.”

“quiet is overrated,” he teases, guiding you further into the room. “besides, you deserve to be celebrated. you know what this date means to us… to me.”

you can’t help but look at him with a soft smile.

it’s the way he always knows just what to say to make you feel seen and cherished. his words and actions fill you with warmth. it’s moments like these where you’re reminded that you truly chose the right person to love. 

jungkook’s sincerity is so raw and so real. 

this day, this celebration—it’s not just about the party or the cake, but about the life you’ve built together. 

it’s a celebration of the family you’ve become. 

together. 

as he catches your gaze, the quiet tenderness in his eyes speaks volumes, and in that moment, everything else fades. 

“don’t—” he starts, “we can cry about this later together. right now, enjoy the party.”

you muster a smile and nod at him. 

as you take a few steps forward, the sound of zia’s laughter catches your ear. you turn to see her in your mother’s arms, giggling with delight at the colorful decorations. you greet your parents warmly, receiving a kiss on your cheek from both of them.

“zion!” you call out, spotting your little boy running toward you, his face lighting up with joy. “you look so cute, my love! look at your little bow tie—”

zion rushes to you, wrapping his tiny arms around your legs. 

“happy birthday, mommy! am i handsome like daddy?” he blushes, looking up at you with innocent pride.

you look at jungkook, eyes wide and filled with admiration. then, you look back at zion with the same expression. kneeling down, you fix zion’s bow tie before attacking him with kisses. 

“yes, my love,” you tell zion. “so handsome. just like daddy.”

jungkook stands behind you, watching the scene with a fond smile.

“handsome like his daddy? maybe our father-son relationship has hope after all.” 

you hit his stomach with the back of your hand as you get up. he chuckles and ruffles zion’s hair, urging him to go to his grandpa. 

as you straighten up, you take a moment to gaze around the room, your heart swelling with gratitude. 

the penthouse is filled with the soft scent of flowers. their vibrant colors scattered across the space—roses, peonies, and hydrangeas in sleek vases add life to every corner. not to mention the birthday decorations are thoughtfully placed: silver streamers drape across the ceiling, and a "happy birthday" banner hangs delicately over the living room. a champagne tower sits elegantly on one side, glistening glasses stacked high, ready to be poured.

a few catering staff move quietly through the space, offering appetizers on silver trays, their soft footsteps blending into the background. the open kitchen reveals the omakase chef, expertly preparing food with graceful precision. jimin, taehyung, and hobi are sitting patiently on the other side of the kitchen island for the chef to get started. yoongi and his girlfriend are on the sidelines, watching and whispering in each others ear. meanwhile, jin and nam joon are talking to one another. 

everything is perfect. 

the warm, inviting ambiance makes the penthouse feel like the perfect mix of cozy luxury—everything perfectly curated yet relaxed, just like the man behind it all.

“honey, you’ve outdone yourself,” you say to jungkook, feeling giddy with appreciation. “the place is stunning. this is all so amazing. did you hire a party planner?”

he shakes his head and winces at you. 

“have you no faith in your visual director in advertisement husband?” jungkook scolds you. “god, it’s like i have to teach you a lesson or something—oh. hey, nam joon.”

just then, nam joon approaches, a slight smile on his face. 

“hey,” he acknowledges jungkook.

“thanks for coming,” jungkook offers him a lazy smile. 

“wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“you could though,” jungkook tightens his lips. “party would’ve been fine with or without you.” 

you hiss at him. 

nam joon laughs, taking jungkook’s tone lightly. soon, jungkook breaks character and laughs along. he then kisses your cheek and excuses himself so you and nam joon could talk. as jungkook joins the crowd, you open your arms and give nam joon a friendly hug. 

“thanks for coming! i know the firm can get busy this time of year—”

“would be much more manageable if you signed for partner,” he remarks casually, causing your expression to shift slightly. 

“timing was off,” you breathe. “you know that.”

“i know it,” he nods. “are you thinking of starting your own firm?” 

you shake your head, followed by a small smile. “no... jungkook has been talking about starting his own company and i feel like that will be a better focus for us... don't get me wrong; i love being a lawyer... but things got intense and mentally so draining so fast. it took a lot from me… from my family. truth be told, i miss it… all of it. court, the cases, the people—but i’m also a little afraid. i don’t want to drown in my work life like that again. so… i guess i’m mustering up the courage… and zia is almost one! i can’t… not be here for these kinds of things.” 

nam joon understands you.

he looks at you softly, respecting everything you said. out of everyone, he probably knows you the best when it comes to your career. you have worked extremely hard to be where you are now… he doesn’t want to see it go to waste. 

which is why he makes a pitch. 

“would you ever be interested in teaching law?” 

you blink. 

“i have connections to most of the law schools around here… i heard there were a few openings too. i can refer you. if you hate it or if you ever decide you’re ready to come back… come back and accept the partner position. our firm will wait for you… i will wait for you. in return, don’t stop doing what you love but don’t let it kill you either. you have fought enough and earned your place, ___. you're a good lawyer too. it wouldn't be right for me to stand here and you go.”

“oh my god. y-yes. nam joon—”

“alright. consider this a birthday gift.” he smiles, before patting you on the back. then, he takes out his phone and begins to type. “i’ll email a few of my connections right now just so it’s like a real present. happy birthday, ___.”

before you can even thank him, he turns and gets on call with someone.

you sigh.

but you smile.

you're thankful.

with the party in full swing, you weave through the crowd, hugging friends and family, sharing laughter and stories. you take everything in, feeling the warmth of their love. this is where you belong. this is where you are loved.

as the room fills with a soft hum of conversation and laughter, jungkook's arms slip around you, holding you close as you both sway together, grounding you in the comfort of his presence.

"ready to cut the cake?" he murmurs, his voice gentle, but that familiar spark in his eyes still present.

you nod eagerly, feeling a rush of joy from the gathering, from the laughter of your closest friends and family. jungkook then raises his voice to call everyone over. soon, the room fills with smiling faces, and zion giggles as he darts toward you, small arms outstretched. you bend down to scoop him up, his little hands curling around your neck as he snuggles close.

jungkook joins you at your side, holding zia in his embrace, her tiny hands reaching for you as she giggles.

just as everyone is about to sing happy birthday, jungkook clears his throat, drawing everyone's attention.

“before we sing and cut the cake,” he begins, his eyes never leaving yours, “i just wanted to say a few words.”

a hush falls over the crowd, and jungkook smiles, taking a deep breath, his gaze filled with something that makes your heart race.

“thank you all for coming. i know keeping this a secret from ___ wasn’t easy since she’s nosy—”

“hey!” you frown, playfully smacking his arm.

“but we love her,” jungkook pauses, glancing at you with a teasing smile.

the crowd laughs with you.

“... and with that being said, honey, i’m so glad i have the privilege of being your husband. from the life we’ve built together, our children, our home—to our friends and families—you have made every aspect of my life happier, brighter, and fuller. even in our most difficult moments, i have never doubted that you are the one for me. i have chosen you every day, and will spend the rest of my life doing so… and you know? i used to be afraid of time. not having enough of it to spend with you and our children… but not so much anymore. every day, you hold my hand, make me laugh, and kiss me—giving meaning to our forever. so, here… right now, i want to say this to you: our time is forever. ___, if it takes bending every rule, making new ones, or breaking every piece of time itself—for me to be the one you love in every lifetime—then i’d do it.”

his voice is strong, clear, yet filled with a gentleness that brings a lump to your throat. “i have seen the way you love and i have felt it every day in every possible way. i feel it in our success and in our losses. god, am i ever so blessed to feel it. ___, i love you, always. you are my divine. my everlasting love. my heart in every lifetime... and i—truly, madly, deeply—i am yours forever.”

the world falls away, leaving only jungkook’s words hanging in the air.

they’re rich with love and promise. you feel zion’s small weight in your arms, his head resting against your shoulder, a gentle reminder of everything you and jungkook have created together.

your eyes blur as the room and faces around you seem to melt into a soft haze. there’s only jungkook’s gaze—kind, loving, forever.

a shaky breath escapes your lips as you look at him, your heart swelling with a love so deep it feels almost impossible to contain.

zion shifts in your arms, sensing the emotion in the room. his little fingers reach up to pat your cheek, grounding you. you press a kiss to the top of his head, gathering yourself, your voice catching as you try to find the words to answer jungkook’s confession.

you give a small, breathless laugh, holding zion closer as you look at the man who is both your beginning and your forever.

“jungkook,” you manage, your voice thick, barely more than a whisper. “how do i even… how do i follow that?”

the room chuckles softly, a few sniffles heard from the crowd, but you barely notice as you take a step closer to jungkook. his gaze pulls you in, that warmth surrounding you.

“i’ll start off by saying… everyone knows jungkook’s guilty pleasure is twilight, right?”

a few gasps are heard, and jungkook’s eyes widen in mock horror.

“honey—”

“so i’ll say this: for every second, every memory, every joy, and every heartache… i choose you too… because, honey, no measure of time with you will ever be long enough, but we’ll start with forever.”

jungkook chuckles, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks. it’s a mix of embarrassment and unmistakable affection lighting up his face. even though he’s trying to fight it, you can see that your words have touched him, and it makes you smile.

your voice wavers, and you pause, catching his gaze one last time. “and i believe in that forever of ours—more than i ever believed in anything.”

as the last words leave your lips, you see the pink flush deepen across jungkook’s cheeks. the surprise in his eyes melts into that soft, adoring smile—the one reserved just for you. the room is silent for a beat, as if everyone is letting the moment settle in, before they break into applause, a few playful whistles cutting through the warm atmosphere.

then hobi calls out, “light your candles and blow them out! zion’s drooling already!”

laughter erupts, and you find yourself laughing too, the joy of the moment infectious.

holding zion close, you turn to the cake, the soft glow of the candles flickering across your face. jungkook lights them for you, and for a brief second, you close your eyes, making a wish. the room hums as everyone sings you happy birthday.

with a gentle breath, you blow out the candles, and the room erupts into cheers and applause. voices ring with love and laughter. zion giggles in your arms, clapping his small hands in excitement, his face beaming with pride as he looks up at you. you kiss his cheek, smiling through your own laughter.

jungkook leans over, slipping his arm around your waist, and presses a tender kiss to your temple.

“what’d you wish for, mama?” he asks softly, his voice low and full of warmth.

“oh… you know,” you sigh, leaning into his embrace. “forever.”

[suksatoru]

'𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎'𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓!'

ೄྀ࿐♡ ˊˎ- you surpise your beloved mentor satoru gojo by baking him a birthday cake with your boyfriend megumi!

꘎♡⋆｡˚ megumi!fushiguro x reader!

"We bake it?"

The hopeful gleam in your eyes is almost too much for Megumi to bear as he sighs, looking away from you with a grimace.

"Come on Gumi, it's his birthday! He's been so busy lately too, you know I checked his schedule - he has class with us! On his birthday of all days!" You exclaim, eyes wide and determined as Megumi rubs the back of his neck with a sigh

Baking a cake for Satoru Gojo seemed ridiculous - the man had enough money to buy himself a much more sophisticated and professional cake than you two could ever make.

But the idea of baking something with you - images of you in an apron with flour smudging your pink cheeks had Megumi's defensive hand lowering. His eyes narrow a fraction, and he seems to be in deep thought as he stayed silent - staring at you and contemplating your request earnestly.

You smile is full of optimism as you wait patiently for your boyfriend to respond, gently interlacing your hands with Megumi's in a way he simply could not resist - it seems the deal is sealed when he lets out an annoyed sigh.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" You squeal, not even giving him the chance to get a word out as you pepper his face in kisses - stumbling over your feet as you reach over the bed you two were sitting on and fumbling with your laces, hastily tying your shoes.

"I already ordered the ingredients! I just need to pick them up now- meet me in the kitchen in half an hour Gumi! Bye-"

Megumi rubs the spot on his cheek that you had kissed as he watches you leave his dorm room - you're practically bursting with excitement, and he can hear your hurried steps running down the hall as he smiles softly to himself

It didn't take long until you were absolutely coated in the ingredients - pink frosting was smeared on your lips after Megumi took a taste of it from a spoon and promptly kissed you right after- and unfortunately for you, there was undoubtedly enough floor in your hair to make a small cake with leftover batter. He managed to stay mostly clean, but your case was a whole different story.

You're sitting in front of the oven watching your creation rise with a proud smile - Megumi cleans up the mess the two of you made in the kitchen, his eyes occasionally drifting towards you as he wipes down the counters.

"Ten more minutes-"

"Eleven." You correct, not tearing your eyes away from the cake residing inside the oven as you lick your lips - the frosting coating them from earlier soothing your hunger just the slightest bit as Megumi lowers himself onto the ground beside you

"He's being treated like a damn princess because of you." He mumbles, and you lay your head in his lap with a laugh as he brushes the few sprinkled bits of flour on your brow line

"Mmm. Maybe. I hate to break it to you, but he kind of is a princess."

Your comment gets a snort out of Megumi as he ruffles your hair gently before placing a kiss onto your scalp. His nose was dusted with the flour from your hair when he sat back up, and you can't help but giggle softly at the sight

It's not too long until you're icing the words "Happy Birthday!" onto the pink and blue cake, Megumi's hand guiding your hand as your trace the letters. His hands are steady and his cursive so beautiful you almost want to cry out of adoration.

"How do you write so wonderfully?" You question softly, watching Megumi's arm move with his uniform sleeves pushed up while he worked diligently

"I'm a god." He mutters, standing back to admire his penmanship with a genuine smile on his lips. You almost agree with him - his handwriting truly looked like it was pressed straight from a fancy printer.

"Yeah - stop drooling Gumi. Let's get this boxed up!" You squeal, grabbing the box you and Megumi prepared to package Satoru's gift in as he rolls his eyes with a grumble, handing you the neatly cut ribbon to wrap it.

He watches how carefully you place the cake into the box, your lips pursed as you package Gojo's cake with a patience that was rare for your hyper self.

He loved the sight in front of him - the girl he loved baking with a type of devotion that stemmed straight from the core of your heart. The dim kitchen light gave you the appearance of an angel, and Megumi wants nothing more than to freeze time and live in this moment with you forever

"I love you."

The words move past his lips before he can even process them in his mind, but he doesn't seem to regret them at all as he stares at you with those eyes - the ones that have your heart fluttering in your chest.

"I love you more Gumi bear!" You sing-song, a small part of you ecstatic with the fact that Megumi allowed himself to be vulnerable with you in this moment, mumbling the sacred three words he usually only whispered in your ear during his most intimate moments.

You're immediately jumping into his arms and practically tackling him with your hug - he mumbles a quiet shut it into your cheek as you laugh

Yes. He'd like to live in this moment forever.

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °

"A gift? For me?"

You nod happily, and the smile on your face has Gojo leaning forward to pinch your cheek affectionately

"I know this was all my sweetheart Y/n's idea - right Megumi?" Gojo questions, turning to the dark haired boy with a bright grin as your boyfriend merely rolls his eyes

"Well, open it. We spent a long time- "

Gojo lifts the heavy box placed on the table in front of him, shaking it with your precious cake inside hard. His enthusiasm is shooting right through the roof as he examines the box with a thoughtful hum

"Heh. Definitely something hefty inside there, am I right?"

Megumi face palms as you stand there slack jawed- blinking back your horror

"Uhm-"

Gojo shakes the box again, harder than he did the first - missing the way you wince.

"I can definitely feel something shaking around in there. Ooo can I guess what's inside? It's matching pajamas for all of us! Am I right??"

As for being the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in history, he certainly wasn't the brightest one all the time.

Nonetheless, the night ended with the three of you eating spoonfulls of the mushed cake inside the box, your head in Megumi's lap and Gojo's laughter so loud it was heard classrooms over from the one you all were in.

[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.

[fangirlstorycreator]

Alastor X Reader

Context: When you discover it's Alastor's birthday, you want to suprise him with a thoughtful gift. But would it be one he'd like? And how would he show his appreciation?

Part 2/2

You had to be very careful bringing Alastor's gift back home, especially considering you were planning on giving him a pet. Getting her home was easy, and thankfully, due to noone being in the hotel lobby, you were able to slip upstairs to your room without anyone noticing. The lady at the ranch had given you a whole box of things to look after her before she was gifted to Alastor, food, toys? A harness, all sorts of things, including a bed to sleep on inside her carrying case. Hiding her in your room, you made sure she was happy, watered and fed before you left the room, and luckily, she was fast asleep when you left her. This was the time you took to help Charlie with her planning and setting up. But, when you did spot Charlie running down the hall, she was actually more suprised to see you than you were her.

"Oh! Y/N! Perfect! I really need your help!"

"Ok, what can I do?"

"Alastor is still in the hotel, but I know he'll come in and see what we're up to if he hears us! Please! Please can you take him out until we're finished? We want everything to be perfect!"

"Ok, sure, I can do that. When do you want us to come back?"

"I'll text you when we're ready, how does that sound?"

"Yeh, I'm fine with that. Alright, I'll go ask him"

"Thank you thank you thank you!!!"

And off she bounded, straight back down the hall. For the princess of hell, she was surprisingly adorable. Chuckling to yourself, you walked up to Alastor's door and knocked.

"Ah! Good day to you my dear. What a pleasant surpise"

"It's nice to see you too Alastor. I was just wondering if you wanted to go for a walk with me?"

"My, I would love to. Let me just grab my staff. Say, before we go, might I borrow you for a moment?"

"Yeh, sure. (Closing his door as you enter his room) What do you need?"

He approaches you, desire in his eyes, taking in all of your features.

"Why.....I need you......my darling......I dare say, we were so rudely interrupted yesterday, and I would very much like to return to what I was planning on doing"

"Oh really...I can't possibly imagine what you mean by that....why don't you show me?...."

"With pleasure....."

Taking you by the waist, he has you against him, hands resting on his strong chest, feeling the warmth of his body radiating into your palms. Keeping searing eye contact with you, he's slow as he leans in, tilting his head to the side, and locking his soft lips with yours. Oh wow he was good. He captured your tounge and lips in a carnal hunger, craving the touch and taste of your lips, deepening each moment, growing more and more passionate. His hand slid up your neck and into your hair, keeping you as close to him as possible. It made you feel almost dizzy, he had literally taken your breath away. When the kiss slowed down, and he pulled away just a little, both you and him were a slignty breathless. But his smile never left, and his eyes still burned for you.

".....Oh......wow Alastor.....I never knew you could kiss like that"

"That is something for only you to know my dear.....I have dreamed of your taste for many days and nights.....and yet they were sweeter than I could have possibly fathomed"

"How long have you been imagining me?"

"Too long my dear.....too long. Now then! Shall we away? I know of a very pleasant route that can take us past Cannibal Town. Would you like that"

"That sounds nice, lead the way. Oh, and Alastor?"

"Hm?"

"Next time you kiss me like that, make it a little longer..."

"Oh ho, don't you worry my dear......I plan too...."

Neither of you saw Charlie jumping for joy when she saw you and Alastor leave, now she could set up for the party properly, without the possibility of him walking in on the suprise. You and Alastor meanwhile, had been walking for about an hour now, but neither of you noticed how quick the time had gone. You were just enjoying eachothers company, hearing eachothers stories, walking to the main square of Cannibal Town.

"I say, I see Rosie over there, shall we say hello?"

"I'd love too"

During the walk, your arm was looped in with his, and that didn't change, even as you both approached Rosie on tne sidewalk.

"Good day Rosie!"

"Alastor! Hello sweetie, back to see me so soon?"

"But of course, it's always a pleasure to see you. And I have with me Y/N"

"Hi Y/N! Gosh I haven't seen you in such a long time. How are you honey?"

"I'm good thank you. It's nice to see you again"

"Same to you too honey. Say? Isn't it someone's special day today? C'mon Alastor!"

"Ah yes....I am aware it is my birthday Rosie"

"Ain't you doing anything to celebrate?"

"I dare say, the only two people in the hotel who know of this, are dear Y/N hear, and an unfortunate dim wit who also resides in the hotel"

"But ain't you gunna do anything for it?"

"If I am being truthful Rosie, just walking through the city and conversing with Y/N, has actually been one of the most enjoyable ways I have spend my birthday, dead or alive"

Awww, that's so sweet of him to say. He's such a gentleman.

"Well aren't you a darling Alastor! (Looks between you and him) It seems you may may have found a lovely lady to finaly spend some quality time with. And I always thought you were an ace in the hole"

"A what now?"

"Never mind sweetie. I've got to go see some people who need my help in Cannibal Town, I'll see you two lovelies later!"

She happily walked down the street. You couldn't help but smile up at Alastor.

"My my, what's made me lucky enough to witness such a beautiful smile?"

"The way you just spoke about me just then. It was wonderful"

"Aha, I always make sure you know how appreciated you are my darling. Now, shall we make our way back to the hotel? It's starting to get dark"

"Wait, not yet"

Realizing Charlie hasn't texted you yet, you luckily thought of a plan B for this on the way, remembering to sneek just a little something into your pocket before heading out with Alastor.

"Why ever not my dear?"

"You've not said anything about your birthday today Alastor, but I want you to know that I haven't forgotten to get you anything"

"I know my dear, but I do not expect anyone to say or give me anything, simply because I was born on this day"

"You say that, but I just wanted to give you a little something"

"Oh ho my dear, I do believe your kiss was more than enough as a gift for me today"

"That's so sweet Alastor. But, I'm still going to give you this anyway"

"I say, what is it?"

You held in your hand, giving it to him, a small box.

"It's not much, but I used to make things out of resin, make them 3D and paint them to look like everyday things. This is just something I made that reminded me of you"

Opening the box, his eyes grew at the sight of the little home made keying. Lifting it out of the box with his finger, it was a 3D version of a bowl of Jambalaya, in a circular clear resin. It looked like Jambalaya inside a clear marble.

"Oh my dear.....it's wonderful"

"I'm glad you like it"

"I love it. Thank you!"

He couldn't contain his happiness, and pulled you in for a quick hug.

"I shall place this on my staff. I dare day it gives it a touch of class, don't you think?"

"I do, it goes together nicely. Oh, I'm getting a text"

Yes, Charlie was finished, and at just the right time too.

"You wanna head back then Alastor?"

"With pleasure my dear"

It was dusk by the time you both arrived back at the hotel, arms still linked, and his smile larger than ever. It was dark inside from your view of the window, but you did glance Nifty's head, quickly being pulled down by Angel.

"May I confess something to you before we enter my dear?"

"Of course you can"

"I didn't always enjoy my birthday when I was a child. I had not experienced a party or a true celebration, but I always did have a wonderful time thanks to my mother. I'd just like to say thank you, for helping me remember that this day can contain happiness"

"Your welcome Alastor"

Reaching your hand up, you hold his cheek, stroking it with your thumb. His eyes fluttered shut, and his ears twisted together, he even leaned into your touch. Opening the door for you like a true gentleman, your the first to walk into the dark lobby, followed by him.

"SUPRISE!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!"

The voices of Charlie, Angel and Nifty all scream when you come in, turning the lights on to reveal the lobby, decorated just like a club from the 1920's, including everyone dressed in their 1920's outfits.

"Oh my word!! I was truly not expecting this! My dear Y/N, did you know that Charlie and the others had prepared this suprise?"

"I might have done"

"Oh you are a sly one...I love it. Thank you very much everyone, this is a wonderful suprise. It truly feels like I'm back in New Orleans. I say? Are those deviled eggs? And dutchess potatoes and-huh! Is that a roasted duck with a candle on the top to have instead of a cake?!"

Alastor can't help but be drawn to the table laden with foods of his memories, smiling and chuckling as he scans them all. Charlie slipped over to you, nudging you on the shoulder.

"He loves it! Thank you for the suggestion Y/N, it's perfect"

"No worries Charlie. You and the others did a great job at decorating. Aaand I can already see Angel admiring himself in the mirror"

"Oh yeh, he loves costume. Alright! Let's get this party started!"

That evening actually went really well, Alastor carved the duck, everyone ate the food, Angel and Husk got tipsy at the bar, and Nifty liked cleaning up behind anyone who was messy. Alastor still had big shiny eyes at the decor and nibbles, it truly did remind him of home. And thankfully, Lucifer was there but stayed a good distance away from Alastor, and also you. Your not suprised though, you did shout at him. You were actually quite shocked he didn't hit you with one of his wings, or try to kill you. As a sinner who spoke to the king of hell like that, you half expected to be at least suffering with a few bruises. You were stood laughing with Alastor, when Angel and Husk stumbled over, drinks in hand.

"Happy birthday smiles! How'd yah like my outfit? Pretty sexy huh?"

"You seem rather intoxicated there Angel. But yes, your attire does suit you splendidly"

"Thanks! Hey uh, I've got your present hear smiles! Hear yah go! I hope you like it!"

He hands Alastor a box with a ribbon, and upon opening it, Alastor chuckles and shakes his head.

"Angel Angel Angel..."

"What? Don't yah like it?"

Angel asks as Alastor pulls it out to have a better look, at a custom made cooking apron with his name on, and a picture of the map of New Orleans.

"It's marvellous my good man. I shall very much take pleasure in using this the next time I prepare my signature dish"

"Nice!"

"And what about you Husk? Did you get me anything"

"You own my soul. I ain't gotta get you shit"

"Aha! As humorous as ever my good man!"

"C'mon Angel. I need another drink"

You weren't suprised Husk didn't get him anything, He hates him. Next, Charlie and Vaggie came up to you and Alastor.

"Hi! I've got you a birthday present too Alastor!"

"That is very kind of you Charlie"

She excitedly hands him a small box, Vaggie on the other hand just looks away with a grumpy face. Just like Husk, Vaggie doesn't like him either.

"My my! How delightful! This is just what I was attempting to acquire on my last visit to town! Thank you Charlie"

"Your welcome Alastor! I know you said you needed a monocle cleaning kit, and I managed to find one!"

"I shall use it regularly. You have my thanks"

As Alastor chats with Charlie and Vaggie, a small hand takes yours and pulls you towards the end of the food table.

"Lucifer?"

"Hey. How are you?"

"Fine thanks. What's up?"

"Listen, I uh...I just wanna say sorry about the last time we spoke"

"Don't be, it's fine. Water under the bridge"

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Yeh, no worries Lucifer. Today's about celebrating. No need to think or worry about squabbles or arguments that happened"

"Oh! Thank you! I swear, I thought you'd tear me a new one if I came up to you today"

"Really? I'm suprised you didn't do the same. Your Lucifer Morningstar, and I'm just a sinner"

"Oh no no no! I wouldn't do that. Besides, I wouldn't do that to a friend"

"Thanks Lucifer. Your my friend too. So? Do you have anything to give Alastor?"

"(Grumbles) Not a gift....but I suppose......I can be......nice? To him?"

"It's the thought that counts Lucifer, trying to be nice is better than round 2. Come on then"

Begrudgingly, Lucifer does come back with you, just as Charlie and Vaggie walk away.

"My dear....oho! Why, if it isn't the tiny king? I dare say, I didn't see you there at first..all the way down there!"

"Oh yeh?! Well-"

He stops himself, taking a breath and putting on a smile.

"Yeh, I'm am short aren't I? But you know what they say, big things come in small packages, Ha! I uh....ehem....I wish you....a happy birthday......"

"My oh my? What a suprisingly thoughtful thing to say. One might think you were incapable of speaking to me without venom spitting from your lips"

"No no, I uh......can be nice.....so, anyway, happy birthday or whatever. I've gotta go!"

He sped over to Charlie so quick, you could tell he was gritting his teeth and trying his hardest not to tear Alastor a new one. But your proud that he tried.

"Isn't that nice? Charlie, Vaggie and Angel getting you birthday presents, and Lucifer wishing you a happy birthday too"

"I am rather stunned I must say. I half expected it from Charlie, but I was pleasantly surprised by Angel. One might think it was a tacky gift, but it has character. And as for little Lucifer? I believe that was far more entertaining than watching Vox loose his internet connection! Aha!"

"But are you enjoying your party?"

"Oh yes, absolutely. I'm not one for a crowd, but this is rather pleasant. And the food hear is very tasteful. Would you care for an oyster rockefeller?"

"No thank you, I'm ok. But Alastor?"

"Yes?"

"I was just wondering, if maybe we could go to your room for a moment?"

"Of course my darlin-Oh! Ooh...do you wish to 'share' some quality time? Because if that is the case, I am more than happy to oblige"

"Well, you may want to after"

"After? Hm? Now I am even more intrigued. Please, lead the way my dear"

You and him slip away up the stairs, and down the hallway to his room.

"I'll see you in there Alastor. I've just got to grab something"

"Of course, I shall await you"

Quickly, you run to your room, and see your gift for him has woken up, and is in a happy, playful mood.

"Alright little lady, time to meet your new daddy"

Keeping her in the carrier, you place a blanket over and carry her through the hallways, into Alastor's room.

"So my dear, do you care to explain the sneaking around your......I say?......what is that you are placing on the floor? And why has it got a blanket over it?"

"Well, the thing is Alastor, that little keyring I gave you wasn't your main present"

"Oh really? But I did enjoy it so! It's wonderful and I truly treasure it, because you were the wonderful lady who made it for me"

"I know Alastor, and that so sweet to hear. But........if you take a peak in hear, you'll see your main present....."

"Ooooh! How thrilling! (Gets on his knees and pulls away the blanket) It seems there is something moving in hear, let me just open this little door, and-"

He gasps. Unable to take his eyes off the little moving creature inside the carrier. His hands cover his mouth, a small tear running down his cheek, he looks so happy.

"Oh....oh my darling......this is the best gift I have ever received...."

He reaches into the carrier, carefully pulling out the little animal, cradling her in his arms.

"Are you happy?"

"I've never been happier my dear. I can't believe you've got me a baby alligator!"

"You like her then?"

"It's a girl?!"

"Yep. I know you prefer girls to boys in any animal or person, it made sence to get you a female"

"Oh.....she's perfect! I don't know how I can ever repay you"

"No need, she's a birthday present. And I hope you have fun taking care of her. Oh! She hasn't got a name yet, you can name her if you like"

"How wonderful! Let's see.....I think she looks like an.........Abigail! Yes! It's suits her, Abigail it is"

He happily tickles her smooth belly, her little tail wiggles as he does, almost as if she could laugh. His smile has never been bigger, and his eyes are filled with love. Sometimes, when times are tough, having a pet that loves you unconditionally is exactly what you need. He looks like a proud dad, placing Abigail on the floor, and letting her sniff and walk around his room and swamp area, this place was perfect for her, it won't take her long to settle in at all.

"Awwww, she's already playing in the water. She was cute when I picked her up, but now she's even cuter. Don't you think Alas-"

Very unexpectedly, Alastor grabs you by the waist, spins you around, bends you down as he holds you, pressing his lips you yours as your eyes flutter shut. He kisses you and holds you so romantically, it makes you feel lighter than air. Slowly, he let's you stand back up, still holding you in his arms.

"I never expected I gained such a romantic gentleman. I've never been kissed like that before"

"Trust me when I say, this will be a recurring and very pleasurable moment we shall share together. I can promise you that. Infact, would you like to share my bed this evening?"

"Really? Sharing your bed?"

"I simply wish to hold you and kiss you to the point you feel flush and faint in my embrace. I'd like to....quite literally take your breath away....."

"Any woman would be mad not to want that, ok. But aren't you going to be busy with Abigail? She is a baby after all"

"Worry not my darling, I am very good at caring for animals like her, she shall be happy and comfortable by the time me and you are both curled up in my bed"

"Has anyone ever told you, your a really sweet man?"

"Only you my dear, only you. (Sweet kiss to your lips). Now! I do believe I should introduce little Abigail hear, to the rest of the hotel! She will be living here after all!"

"What do you think the reactions of the others will be?"

"There's only one way to find out....."

Picking up Abigail, he ran to the staircase so fast, your hair blew in the wind. You just laugh, seeing how excitable he was at having a pet, it made you feel amazing. You smile walking to the staircase, and leaning against the banister at the top, watching and chuckling at Alastor below. He's holding Abigail up in his arms so proudly, showing her to everyone. Charlie, Lucifer and Angel actually think she's cute, stroking her head and belly. Husk hides behind the bar, swearing and shouting at the sight of an alligator in the hotel, Pentious and Vaggie keep their distance, looking a little sheepish, and Nifty sits on Alastor's shoulder, cooing at Abigail. This was definitely going to be an interesting new time in the hotel, an alligator? Alastor with an alligator? Let's see what will happen.

Link to part 1

[mr-celestial-writings]

The Oldest Biological Child Pt. 2 [Headcanon/Drabble]

Part 2 of Outlaw! Reader, Baby! Reminder: Outlaw! Reader is written to be Transmasc/Female To Male.

If that isn't your cup of tea, then I hope I write something that is!

Part 1, for those who haven't read it.

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It wasn't like you just had brothers. You had sisters too! You thought they would be your safe place, that you could go to them. You were wrong. You were oh, so wrong.

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Barbara Gordon:

You knew here from the very moment you stepped through the door. Back then she was Batgirl, and when she and Dick were together.

She was nice enough. She accepted your gender identity, but it feels like just like everybody else, you were just a bother to her.

When she was paralyzed because of The Joker, you hated yourself for feeling nothing. You didn't feel sorry, or sad, or angry.

She was never there, always busy with something or somebody else. Birthdays and other events lacked the Redhead.

You were somehow closer to her Dad, Jim acting like a grandfather to you.

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What happened to Barbara sucked, but at some point you just... disconnected from her, like you did the rest of the family.

You were both pleasant and polite to each other, but your relationship never went much further than that. Though, you can't say you were surpised.

You were used to not being a priority.

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Stephanie Brown:

You liked Steph. She was nice enough, and she brought a positive energy to the family that was needed. You couldn't believe that somebody like that would Date Tim of all people.

She was definitely more active in your life. You could recognize her more clearly than any of your brothers, outside of Jason. You two grew apart as you grew up.

You supported her as Robin, Batgirl, and finally Spoiler. And she supported your transition.

Out of all your sisters, she was certainly your best friend. Which wasn't saying much considering your relationship with the rest of your family.

She once caught you sneaking out for patrol and just told you to be careful and kick ass. Respect.

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As you became more and more invested into your life as an Outlaw, you had completely missed the introduction of your third sister: Cass.

You had felt bad, but she surprisingly took it well. After all, she didn't even know you or about you. She couldn't really fault you for not knowing her.

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Cassandra Cain:

You had already been used to living with strangers by the time Cass came around.

You two were polite, she taught you sign language. But that it was. You two weren't really there for each other.

The most you two communicated was via nods. You congratulated her on becoming Batgirl, and then forming her own identities though.

She figured out you were a vigilante pretty quickly. She left it alone though.

Like Tim, you hadn't felt the need to tell her you were trans. She was a stranger, and the information wasn't really relevant.

Despite her similar childhood to Damian's, she never once insulted or attacked you. Points for that.

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You said goodbye to Steph when you moved out. But that was it. You left your family behind.

They were just supposed to stay in your past. You knew you weren't important enough to stalk.

So, you moved on. You graduated highschool and became a full time outlaw.

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a/n: dunno how long this series will go for, but hey, at least i'm writing.

masterlist here, for those who want it.

[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 🤭 —>

[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 😻

[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.

[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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