#bro says cake and candles instead of happy birthday

[cinnamo6]

something a little stupid for y’all bc it’s my birthday <3

ALSO THANK YOU FOR 700 WHAT!! Hard to believe there’s 700 of you guys putting up with me 😭💗

[pisspope]

okay birthday hcs part 2 but now its reiners bday instead still modern!au because otherwise shit would be anachronistic honestly all credit to @mercifulmudkip because i was just gonna let my other hcs sit on their own but. truly they lit a fire under my ass. i guess cw for a little bit of angst but it's pretty negligible

so fr fr reiner does Not celebrate his birthday unprompted. in canon he straight up wants to [demonetize] himself so even in the modern day he's not into it

last birthday he probably really enjoyed was as a kid. it was tmnt themed and he, bert, annie, and marcel were each a turtle. zeke, their babysitter, was splinter. porco was practically still in diapers but was already antagonizing them as shredder. reiner has fond memories of this but certainly sees it as all in the past

but after he made your birthday so special u are on a MISSION. rounding up the whole gang to make this truly The Number One Birthday Party

i wanna say surprise party because otherwise he would drag his feet about having a celebration so? he certainly can't know about it beforehand

u tell him on the weekend that ur going over to pieck and porcos shared teeny tiny house to celebrate piecks birthday (theyre literally 4 days apart) and honestly thats not really a lie! he just doesnt know its a Joint birthday party

pieck is also 100% in on the surprise even though its her party too. helps porco set up streamers, blow up balloons, etc.

pieck, porco, and annie try to hang stuff from the ceiling but can't reach. bertholdt just walks up behind all three of them with some tape and sticks everything up in rapid succession. annie "you really need to invest in a stepladder." pieck "why would i get a stepladder when i can just ask bert to do it :)?"

falco and gabi were originally enlisted to help but when they found porcos nerf guns they were sent to the backyard

everyone had played with the idea of hiding behind couches, turning lights off, doing the whole "Surprise Party" thing, but eventually decided against it in case it sent poor reiner into a full blown panic attack

instead, its more subtle. when you hop into reiners front seat with two presents, u tell him that u found something at the store that you just couldn't resist. also technically not a lie!

when u pull up to the party, porco is sitting on the front step vaping or something. ring of pineapple smoke around his head. "hey its the birthday bo- I mean, fuck -- wasn't your birthday a couple days ago? haha, weird." nice save, pock

the party is small and intimate, but by no means quiet. pieck has put on some hyperpop to try to keep awake while annie is absolutely dominating bert in smash bros. they always bring it as a party game but no one wants to play with annie because she absolutely wipes the floor every time. reiner has never picked up a switch controller and has, in fact, just discovered that his work computer has minesweeper

after some mingling u all gather around the table for Birthday Dinner. reiner walks in the kitchen and sees two small cakes but thinks its just got something to do with falcos peanut allergy and shrugs it off

everyone sings happy birthday to pieck and after she blows out the candles gabi waves her hands and says "one! more! time!" reiner is all raised eyebrows and confused expression as porco brings out the second cake and places it in front of him at the table

my boy literally starts tearing up as everyone starts a rousing encore of the birthday song. looks at u, eyes shiny, KNOWS u had a hand in this. whispers a soft 'thank you' to u before he blows out the candles and makes his wish

when its time for presents he finally puts two and two together about u bringing two gifts in the car. can practically see the lightbulb above his head. holds the small package in his hands like its going to break apart or disappear. "you didn't have to get me anything. this is more than enough."

it's a little digital camera, nothing fancy, maybe two different modes for landscape shots and close-ups. but it's perfect.

he sets it up to charge in the kitchen while everyone is cleaning up, then meets back in the living room to hang out. gabi and falco have joined annie and bertholdts game, and pieck is fading fast on porcos shoulder while he scrolls on his phone

reiner sits down next to you on the couch, and is not slow to take you into his arms, head resting on top of yours. "You had a hand in this, didn't you?" his voice is resonant and deep, and u can feel the vibration where his neck touches the side of ur head. u nod and look up at him. "a little."

he kisses the top of ur head, breathes in the scent of u. "remind me to take a picture before we leave. i don't ever want to forget today."

he lines everyone up for a photo but has no clue how to set a timer or anything, so he ends up poking his head in at the last moment. ends up looking like absolute shit, out of focus with a big blond blur right on the side of the frame. porco cant stop laughing at it. "babys first selfie" he calls it

but reiner loves it. to him, that blurry picture is like a trophy or a treasure. hed make it his desktop background if he had any clue how

he takes a couple more pictures and decides to experiment more with it later. just enjoys the evening, the company, the feeling of your hand in his

and if gabi steals the camera and takes a candid photo of you two sharing a kiss, well… he'll find out eventually

[biographydivider]

Birthday Cakes in Different Dimensions

Happy birthday @acewithapaintbrush! You are an absolute gem of a person and I’m so happy we met. This will have to do until I can give you your actual gift (wink) 💕 💕 💕

Leo is baking a cake. It slopes heavily on one side; weighted down by thick buttercream icing from a tub, so sugary-sweet it sends zips of electricty up his spine with every heaped spoonful he shovels into his mouth. The layers are uneven, because he used his ōdachi to cut it. In mid-air. He attempts to pipe the delicate, decorative swirls Mikey spent an hour teaching him how to do, but they come out uneven; one is perfect, the rest look like half-melted snowmen. He places half a strawberry on each one and hopes it isn’t too noticable.

He spears the sponge with two sparklers and sets them alight, presenting the cake with a flourish so theatrical, it almost sets the dish cloth slung over his shoulder on fire. It’s chaotic. It’s flashy. It’s ridiculous. It’s the first special occasion since the Krang, so of course he’s going to go all out. Raph - the birthday boy, sitting on the floor surrounded by shreds of wrapping paper and his doting, fussing, bickering family, trying not to well up and failing miserably - wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Thanks, bro. For everything.”

...

The bridge is quiet; except for the yowl of a cat somewhere in the brush below. Shane isn’t heavy footed - weird for someone with his gangly height - but he can hear every creak of the wooden boards under his shoes.

“Uh, hey,” he says into the darkness, tupperware box in hand. “Goatman? You here, buddy? It’s me. Shane. Your landlord, I guess; since I own this bridge, an’ all.” He squats down on the bridge - bringing his height to about that of the average Ryan Bergara - and places the tupperware on the ground. “So I dunno how time works for you, but it’s six years this year since we last talked. More than half a decade. A lot has changed since then, y’know? And I think a lotta what’s come our way is, in part, because of our funny little japes together on this bridge. We’re pretty popular on the old Youtubes. Do you know what that is? Probably not. So I thought I’d...oh, what the hell.”

He takes the cupcake out of the tupperware, places it on the boards, and lights the tiny candle. Ryan would kill him if he found out about this. That, or bust a gut laughing.

“I broughtcha a little something, is all. You got anything to say about that?”

The bridge is quiet.

“Didn’t think so.”

...

You’ve never seen a birthday party ‘til you’ve seen a Madrigal birthday party.

Flowers and music and food and dancing, shouting and laughing and singing. Colours and fireworks and kisses smushed into cheeks, gifts upon gifts, aguardiente and happy, drunken tears. Hours and hours of non-stop celebration for the Children of the Miracle. But as the clock strikes midnight on a birthday they never thought they’d share, the only people awake are the triplets themselves. Let the community enjoy the party to come. This is just for them. The cake in front of them is small, but no-one minds. Right now, there are no children, no pets, no husbands or mothers or townsfolk demanding their share. They sit together around the dinnertable, the only light in the room coming from a flickering candle - a lovely, ordinary, cheap candle from the store that smells of clean smoke instead of life-altering magic - leaning on each other, heads touching, hands intertwined, whispering to each other like a prayer.

Happy birthday. Happy birthday. Happy birthday.

[lovetorn]

dream’s birthday bash [roommate!dream au]

Roommate!Dream x Reader

summary: it’s dream’s birthdayyyy!!!

warnings: alcohol, swearing

w/c: 2.9k+

a/n: happy birthday dream!! i’m in love w this. i hope u are too. also, there is a few references to past roommate!dream blurbs & one-shots, so i recommend reading those before you start this one or you may be a little confused at some things the characters say. thanks!! <3

roommate!dream masterlist

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Dream’s birthday is something you haven't experienced yet since you moved in together in September last year.

Dream had promised the football team that his birthday party was going to be the biggest of the year, so you, being the party planner, had vowed to make it the best because Dream can’t organise—he disagreed and said that he only made you the party planner because he knows you’re good at it?? You gave him a confused look; you’ve never planned a party before.

Anyway, the 12th was approaching quicker than you anticipated and the only things you’d organised so far is the alcohol (thanks to George) and decorations. You had little notes on your phone with multiple checklists and you had yet to tick every last box off.

Organising food was probably the hardest thing. You knew that there were going to be around 100+ people squeezing into your apartment, drinking, so food is essential. You asked Dream what types of food he wanted, his reply?

“Chicken wings, not spicy.”

You rolled your lips between your teeth and nodded. Great. “Anything else? There’s gonna be a lot of people, Dream.”

He brought his fingers to rest on his lips as he thought about it. You knew when he got an idea because then he clicked his fingers and pointed at you. “Sandwiches. You know, like the little ones?”

Squinting at him, you sighed. “You think that’s going to be enough for more than 100 people?”

Dream nods. “Easy.”

You shake your head in disbelief and add sandwiches, along with other finger foods, to the list. “Thanks.”

Next to organise was Dream’s present. You spent days racking your brain, trying to figure out what he would want, eventually coming up with nothing.

So, you asked Sapnap, who was no help. “Fuck if I know, the man buys anything he wants himself these days.”

You rolled your eyes and took a trip to Target. Whilst there, you decided on an excess of small gag gifts: a Ron Swanson dishwasher magnet (so you and Dream can stop arguing over who put dirty dishes in with the clean ones), an engraved bottle opener, a ‘do not disturb sign for his bedroom door (chosen based on one too many run-ins), a Minecraft ice cube tray, a toothbrush holder (so both of your toothbrushes stop touching in the cup), and a pack of Minecraft socks.

You put the small presents into a gift bag, covering them with tissue paper, and then put in the final piece that wasn’t a joke gift—a mixtape of your and Dream’s favourite songs for his car. You brushed your thumb over the plastic case and let out a breathy laugh at the photo on the front—a selfie of the two of you in Dream's car, energy drinks in your hands and toothy grins with the text, ‘Dream & Y/n’s Gr8est Hits’ written in bright pink marker. You're excited to give it to him, but you're nervous and embarrassed, too—is it lame?

You shook your head and placed the bag in your closet.

George delivered the alcohol earlier in the day: 18 cases of beer and the same in White Claw, and a few bottles of vodka and rum for the close friends. You couldn't thank him enough for helping you, even more so after he helped put the covered trays of food in the refrigerator from the delivery truck downstairs.

You had (reluctantly) asked Sapnap to organise music because you had no time in between making sure the food order was correct and getting yourself ready. He agreed immediately and waved off your hesitance and told you he'd make the best playlist to ever exist—you put too much trust in him.

Before the party, you and Dream had taken a few shots together, just to get you to stop stressing over the planning of the party and Dream to stop worrying for you.

"Ready?" Dream smirked, his shot glass hanging loosely from his fingers. You nodded and then, at the same time, tapped the glass on the counter before you threw the shot back. The acetone taste of the vodka slid down your throats and you made disgusted faces at each other before a knock at the door indicated that your first guests were here.

Now, the party is in full swing and it's safe to say, there is definitely enough food.

When you see Sapnap at the food table, aka the kitchen counter, he thanks you for ordering non-spicy wings. You shake your head, laugh, and hug him tightly. "I'm serious," He mumbles with chicken in his mouth. "These are so~ good!"

The living room is cramped, but nobody seems to be complaining. Almost everyone from the apartment block is in your flat right now, with a few from other complexes. You lost sight of Dream a few hours ago, choosing to stay with your own friends while he hangs with his as the two groups don't usually mingle together.

“Niki!” You laugh whilst the girl finishes her second shot and passes the bottle of rum back to you. Shaking your head, you bring the large bottle to your lips, already regretting mixing different alcohols. You’d already had a few White Claws, thanks to Sapnap who kept challenging you to shotguns at the start.

Karl comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist before he snatches the bottle out of your hand and takes a swig.

“Karl!” Now, all three of you are laughing together. He slides his hand off of your stomach and stands to his full height, putting his lips to the White Claw can he holds in his other hand. You warn him about mixing alcohol, but he waves you off and assures you that he's fine.

The three of you stand on the dance floor, grooving to the beat of 'Super Freak' by Rick James. You grab Karl's hand to spin him around and then do the same to Niki, laughter filling the small space you have created in the middle of the crowd. You wouldn't admit it to Sapnap, but his playlist is actually good.

"Mi Amor!" The sound of Quackity's voice pulls you from your little group with Niki and Karl and you smile when you see his wide grin as he pushes past a few football players.

"Q! When did you get here? I didn't see you come in," You engulf him in a hug and giggle when he laughs loudly.

"I came in through the window," You pull back slightly to give him an incredulous look and shake your head. God, you are tipsy. "Nahhh, I had an exam, so I just got here."

You nod and feel the rum going straight to your head. Quackity then notices Karl and Niki behind you and gives them hugs too. You watch as your friends greet each other and turn to look at the clock on the wall in the kitchen. 10:33 pm.

“Guys, it's time for cake!” You shout over the music to Niki, Quackity and Karl and they smile and nod, all three of you migrating to the fridge to collect Dream’s cake and get it ready.

You pull a 3 layered vanilla cake out of the refrigerator. It is slathered in white icing and has rainbow sprinkles on the top with the words, ‘happy birthday dream’, in piped icing. Karl's mouth waters at the sight of the dessert and when he goes to get a dollop of icing from the side, you don’t smack his hand away—you have a plan.

Other guests see you preparing the candles and lighting them and turn off the lights for you. You smile at the 21 lit candles and pick up the cake, being careful not to trip on anything.

The entire room starts singing the ‘Happy Birthday’ anthem, their phones out to film as you spot Dream’s messy blonde hair over the crowd. He scrunches his face up in embarrassment and switches his beer from his right hand to his left to give you a side hug and a peck on the cheek when you approach him. The room sings and all attention is on him, but Dream only has eyes for you as you inch the cake closer so he can blow out his candles.

After he does so, the room erupts into cheers and then you give Dream a mischievous grin. There’s a little fear in his eyes and you launch the cake towards his face. Everybody laughs and hollers when you pull the cake stand away from him to see his face covered in white icing and rainbow sprinkles. Dream stands frozen for a moment, wiping his eyes with his free hand, before he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him, rubbing the icing in your hair and on your cheek.

“Dream!” You cackle, trying to push him off, but failing and eventually succumbing to his hold. The phone torches shine brightly at the two of you as people continue filming. His laughter is music to your ears.

Dream smiles down at you, eyes lazy and cheeks flushed. “Thank you,” He whispers. Your heart flutters in your chest and butterflies swarm your stomach as you nod. Everybody disperses and carries on with their previous antics, leaving you and Dream together.

“I got you a present, I’ll give it to you when everybody’s gone.”

The sentence makes the present seem more sensual than it actually is, and it makes Dream’s heart skip a beat—but he knows it’s not what he’s thinking. You pull away from Dream and wave back at him, knocking into a few people which elicits a laugh from him as he watches.

“Dude, you’re so fucked,” George says, smirking as he follows Dream’s gaze on you. Dream elbows George in the bicep.

“Fuck off.”

“Yeah bro, if you don’t make a move soon, someone else will,” Sapnap comments, coming up to stand on Dream’s other side. The urge to punch the both of them is strong, but instead, the blonde groans and skulls the rest of his beer as he loses sight of you in the crowd.

—

“Bye, guys! Thanks for coming!” Dream tries his best to look composed, but he’s so drunk. As soon as the door closes, he locks it and lets out a huge sigh. You come out of your room with the gift bag in your hands. Dream raises his eyebrows and attempts to give you a surprised look. “Wow, a present?”

You giggle and lead him to the couch. He flops down, throws his feet up and puts his hands behind his head. You sit next to him and shove the bag into his hands. “It’s not much, but you literally have everything already, so this is what I came up with.”

You hold your breath and you watch him pick through the bag. A smile breaks out on his face when he sees the CD. He flips it around to show you as if you haven’t seen it before and opens the case. “A mixtape? How romantic.”

The heat that rises to your cheeks is scolding and you stop yourself from choking. Dream, however, doesn’t look at you as he digs through and comments on every item. When he’s gone through every gift, he picks up the mixtape again and looks you dead in the eyes.

“This is the most thoughtful thing I’ve ever gotten for my birthday. Thank you, Y/n.”

You’re surprised. “The most thoughtful? It’s only a CD.”

Dream’s face contorts into one of confusion. “Only a CD? You made this for me with your own blood, sweat and tears.” You wouldn’t go that far.

“Oh, well, you’re welcome, I guess,” You laugh, reaching down to grasp his large hand. The action causes Dream to tilt his head and shift closer to you.

“Seriously, thank you. You mean so much to me,” He confesses, although you can barely hear it. You feel tears pricking your eyes as you watch him wipe his own. “Fuck, why am I getting emotional? It’s that fucking vodka, that’s why.”

“Don’t make up excuses, D,” You tease, squeezing his hand a few times. He wheezes lightly then sighs. His green eyes are so bright and there’s still a little smudge of icing on the side of his nose from the cake. You reach up and wipe it away, licking your thumb beforehand. Dream closes his eyes as you do so, biting his lip as you pull your hand away. 2:29 am.

“Okay, I think it’s time to get you to bed,” You mumble as you stand up, the moment broken. Dream nods, collecting his presents and chucking them all in the gift bag before he follows you to his room, a little disappointed.

Dream stands in the doorway and watches as you pull back his bed covers and turn on the lamp on his nightstand. “Okay, I’ll leave you to it. Goodnight,” You push past him before you turn. “I’ll have Gatorade and Advil ready for you in the morning, okay?”

Dream gives you a loving smile and nods, still holding the bag in front of him as he stands in the middle of his room. “Goodnight, Y/n, thanks for everything.”

You close the door behind you and when you get back to your room, you kick yourself for not making a move. You peel your clothes off of your body and throw them in the corner of the room, the space becoming too hot for your liking—maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's the fact that it's summer, or maybe it's your utter embarrassment and regret; you don't bother to choose which one.

You flop down on your bed, half-naked, and stare at the ceiling. Why didn't you make a move? It was the perfect opportunity—

Your thoughts are forgotten when there's a soft knock on your bedroom door. You scramble to put some pyjamas on as you call, 'just a second!', and then you're swinging your door open.

Dream stands there in his sweatpants only. You resist the urge to rake your eyes down his torso.

"Can I sleep in your bed tonight?" The question surprises you—of fucking course it surprises you! The only reason he comes to your room at night is to vent; not like this.

"Uh, yeah," You reply, cracking the door open just a tad wider so he can slip through. Once he's inside, you sigh in confusion and close your door quietly. Dream is already sorting out the bed situation behind you, throwing your hundreds of throw pillows onto the floor and lifting up your duvet so he can slip under.

You tilt your head at him when he looks at you expectantly—you assume he's waiting for you to get in bed, which you do.

You rest your head on your pillow and turn your head to look at Dream, who is already staring at you. Your skin is hot and your heart is in your throat when you see how green his eyes are in the warm glow of your lamp.

"What's up?" You whisper although you didn't mean for it to come out so low. Dream's eyes trace your face; your eyes, eyebrows, nose, freckles, lips. "Dream?"

He's silent for a while and you guess it's because he's trying to figure out his drunken thoughts. "I just wanted to be with you, you know," He says, his voice breaking slightly. You suck in a breath, turning onto your side so you face him. "You planned my party all by yourself and I'm so happy you did."

You don't have the heart to tell him that George and Sapnap helped you, he looks so content. "I'm so glad, Dreamy," Your voice is velvety, and you can't help the warm feeling blooming in your chest. Dream's eyes travel from your own to your lips and stay there.

“C’mere," Dream mumbles. You barely nod before you lean closer to him.

You can tell Dream is figuring out what to do by the way his lips part and then close suddenly a few times, so, for the second time this week, you take things into your own hands.

You scoot closer to him, your breaths mixing in the small space between your lips and his nose bumping yours. You were so close. But not close enough.

"Dream, I'm gonna do something crazy, okay? Don't hate me," Here goes nothing.

"I could never hate you, baby," Dream murmurs, adjusting his head on his pillow. The pet name goes straight to your head and throwing out any and all rational thoughts, you lean in and place your lips softly on his.

It takes him a few seconds to react and in those moments, you fear you've made a huge mistake, but when his hands find your hips and pull you impossibly closer, you're glad you kissed him—are kissing him.

This is nothing like wine night a few weeks ago.

Your hands find the back of his head and tug on his hair lightly, earning a throaty groan. The sound makes you clench your fists and pull a little harder. You move your lips across his jaw and towards his ear. "Happy Birthday, birthday boy," You whisper.

Dream lets out a breathy laugh and hugs you closer. His face presses into your neck and you feel him leaving feather-light kisses on your skin. The feeling makes you giddy.

"I'm one lucky birthday boy, aren't I?" He mutters, pecking your neck firmer now. You giggle softly, running your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck.

"You bet your ass you are."

[heyitsyn]

Manager!Seijoh Part 8

a/n: okay so since my halloween special was a flop ill write this instead but uwuwuwuwu its also my birthday today so hehe this is kinda a special request too :D

WAIT YOU GUYS THIS IS TOTALLY IRRELEVANT IF YOURE NOT A POTTERHEAD BUT OMG I SHARE THE SAME BIRTHDAY AS SIRIUS BLACK LIKE WHAT :”) I THINK I SAVED A COUNTRY IN MY PAST LIFE OR SOMETHING :”)

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon:

- IF IT WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY! omg :0 i think we can all agree that the ramen shop will get GOOD BUSINESS that day. but it was a total surprise when the upperclassmen basically JUMP you after exiting your last class. vball practice? deliberately cancelled cuz today is YOUR day. kyo leading you, iwa making sure your eyes are closed while oikawa keeps teasing you on how you’re letting a group of men take you BLIND (cue the PUNCH). your smile is worth the XXX amount spent c,:

LOOK HOW CUTE MATTSUHANA ARE IN THIS LIKE OMG ITS LIKE IWAOI SPIRIT SWITCHED W THEIRS AND NOW IWAOI HAVE TO PULL THEM APART INSTEAD OF THE OTHER WAY AROUND

okay yay happy birthday to me uwu

i kinda put this request off since my borfday was right around the corner so hahaha to the anon who requested this, here it is!!!

okay anyways!!!

so today is your borfday

obvs this could be any day lmao it doesnt have to be today but it can be any day just pretend the calendar was different lmao

you were born today and your parents and natsu obvs celebrated it the morning you woke up

like you were peacefully holding your squirtle plushie and snuggling close to get more sleep bc it was still early

but natsu quite literally kicked your door down and your parents walked in with a large cake with candles

STEPBRO WHAT ARE YOU-

okay ill stop now

ofc you were startled bc what the hek 

like you were so surprised that you rolled off the bed and landed harshly on the floor

instead of being yanno ‘yey! its my borfday!’ you were like ‘dear asahi kill me’

waking you up at the buttcrack of dawn?

lmao 10/10 not recommend

natsu felt really bad and he pulled you up from the floor and situated you back on the bed while your parents backtracked back downstairs

‘ohmygosh babygirl im so sorry i didnt mean to hulk smash you to the floor’

im sorry sir what 💀

this whore

you waved him off but he still felt guilty so he just pressed kisses to your forehead to soothe it

meanwhile youre just leaning against him, eyes closed, bc you grew up with natsu always doing this whenever you got hurt so it was such a soff moment for you

eventually, he was able to bring you downstairs and your parents were lowkey scared lmao but you smiled at them

‘thank you for the cake’

they breathed a sigh of relief and you sat down on the chair to eat breakfast

‘here darling’

you accepted the bowl of rice from your madre and you ate your birthday breakfast with them while yall are saving the cake for later during dinner

when you finished, you were getting up and shouting up the stairs that you were showering first

hehe natsu was all like ‘lmao why? its like 4 in the morning’

you froze, foot hovering over a step and you sighed

‘excuse me what 💀‘

yea no

you were dragged back to the kitchen and you were all pouty bc duh who the hek wants to wake up that early but your parents saved themselves by giving you your parents early

(literally anything you guys want they gave you okay? but only like 3 lmao not a bajillion things)

you were still grateful for everything and you felt very much appreciated

since it was still early, you just decided to screw it and got ready to go to school early and set up the gym for early morning practice

natsu volunteered to go with you to school but you shook your head

‘nah, im okay. the walk is peaceful’

he huffed, crossing his arms, but nodded anyways

‘fine. only because its your birthday’

hehehehe the amount of freedom during your day of birth

you were of course the first one in the gym but you didnt mind bc you actually liked the quietness that was so rare inside there

you turned on some (f/m) (lmao favorite/music) and you were sweeping, unknowingly swaying and dancing slightly

at around 5:40, the third years have arrived and since theyre the eldest, they usually get there first

omg the blush explosion on their faces when they saw you twirling around with the mop and ofc oikawa being the little poopie head he is, he swooped in and held your waist

you got startled but seeing the soft brown eyes of your captain made a soft smile appear on your face

‘hello, oikawa-san’

you whispered and he nuzzled his face to the side of your head softly

‘morning, y/n-chan’

before he could go on, iwa threw him away behind him and you giggled

mattsun raised an eyebrow at your odd behavior

‘hm? why are you so happy today, y/n-chan?’

you stopped then chuckled

‘nothing much, mattsun-san’

you didnt really want to tell them it was your birthday bc tbh you didnt think it was a big deal or anything

the others werent complaining bc they rarely see you so lively and upbeat and they loved it

you were humming under your breath for gods sake

the other boys have trickled in and again, they also went ‘?’

your soft smiles, giggles, and joy was everything to them 

god bless for this beautiful morning

poor kindaichi cowered in fright as he braced himself for a scolding from you for missing a block but he got even more scared when you just patted his head

‘its okay, yuu-kun. there’s always a next time’

yea there was something wrong

unfortunately, school was starting and they weren’t able to start questioning you and there aint no way kindaichi and kunimi were going to do that themselves without the upperclassmen who could calm you down if you got too defensive

you were skipping down the hallway and you even looped your arms around your first year friends and they shared a confused look before being dragged by you

during class, darling kunimi was too busy and distracted by your quiet singing of some show that takeru watched when you were over

‘KUNIMI-SAN, IS MATH SO BORING THAT YOU FIND INTEREST ON L/N-SAN INSTEAD?’

yes, yes it is

but he didnt say that and instead turned away so fast that you felt the wind beside you

DID A 180 CRAZY~~~

he texted the separate bros group chat about you still being all happy and they were all curious as to what makes you so happy

during lunch time, kindaichi usually went over to go eat with you and kunimi right?

but he was surprised when he just saw kunimi there without you

‘wh-’

‘i dont know’

‘what do you mean you dont know?!’

nah fam we not dying yet

natsu texted you earlier that he had a bento for you that he made himself and he wanted you to eat it instead of the one your mom made

you were passing by the building entrance door thingy and caught the attention of the third years who were at the rooftop eating their lunch

there was also other students outside and they watched your flowery aura skip over to the equally attractive hiroshi natsu

‘y/n-chan~’

he cooed and you smiled up at him

curse him and his tall height

he let you hold the f/c cloth covered box so he could cup your face and kiss over your booboo again

‘wo mow, matsu-’

translation: no more, natsu!

you whined as he kept kissing your forehead and you were turning red at the attention from the other students

dang oikawa crushed his juice box at the sight even though he knew natsu was just a cousin

‘ill save you, y/n-chan!’

he shouted, already flying down the stairs towards you and the other third years after him to keep him from doing something stupid

but they also lowkey wanna see you too

but by the time they reached the entrance, you were already walking away and even passed by the quartet, giving them a close-eyed smile and a cute ‘hello!’

the 3 were distracted by you and were coddling you while oikawa ran out and shouted after natsu’s retreating form

‘natsu! oi, natsu!’

as if the boy was purposely ignoring him, natsu kept walking forward

‘HIROSHI NATSU!’

his scream finally made him turn around and natsu’s face held a teasing smirk

‘oya? chibi-chan?’

KDJFSLFDFKDSJKFD YES YOU CALLED?

oikawa huffed and panted as he firmly walked over to natsu

‘tell me, hiroshi natsu. why is y/n-chan all cutesy and happy today?’

then the smirk fell, replaced by an actual, genuine annoyed look

‘hah?’

oikawa blinked

‘what do you mean ‘hah’?’

natsu waved his hands around in a frenzy of shock

‘so you mean to tell me, you, oikawa tooru, the dude who literally woke up the neighborhood at the buttcrack of dawn a few weeks ago, in love with my cousin, doesn’t know what today is?’

‘was i supposed to,,,, know?’

KSDLFJSDKFJDS THIS DUDE

natsu’s face became a meme and the guy was so disappointed that he just turned around and continued walking

oikawa gasped and clutched natsu’s arm, begging and pleading to tell him

ofc the little shite natsu is, he smirked down at oikawa’s kneeling form

‘hmm, gotta say, chibi-kun. i like this view~’

KDSLFJSDKFJLSDKFJDKS WHOS CHILD ARE YOU, HIROSHI NATSU

‘tell me, natsu-chan!’

the puppy eyes of oikawa tooru not only affected girls but also boys fully socked homosexual boys so natsu had to turn away, fighting down a blush

stay loyal to katsuki

stay loyal to katsuki

stay loyal to katsuki

wait, no, probably tetsu

or kenma

or both

or keiji

‘-me! natsu-chan!’

that snapped the pink-haired boy out of his thoughts and crossed his arms, glaring down at oikawa

‘hm, why do you wanna know so bad? youre on your knees, begging me for information you shouldve already known since you claim to like her so much’

oikawa pouted and he sniffled

‘i wanna know everything about y/n-chan. i wanna know what today is so i can make her as happy as she is today forever!’

‘youre so cheesy’

natsu chided and oikawa pouted even harder causing natsu to sigh and pinch his nose

‘the girl was born today’

oikawa’s face lit up and he hurriedly stood on his feet, hands on natsu’s biceps since he could barely reach natsu’s shoulders bc of his 6′5 height

‘its her birthday today?!’

‘i literally just said that-’

‘oh my gosh! we need to plan something!’

oikawa started but then frowned

‘but we’re in school so it would be too late to do a surprise when we finish’

his mumbles 

filled their vicinity and natsu finally realized where exactly they were so he tugged the still mumbling boy over to the side out of people’s view

ohmygosh if i saw 2 handsome, tall, hot boys there, id be staring too omg

‘oi, oikawa’

he still didnt budge until natsu had to kick him at the leg

rip not his knee yall

tooru flinched and hatefully glared at the boy but natsu pointedly glared at him right back

‘before you start bitching to me, i was just gonna suggest i can help you and your little plan to woo my baby cousin’

as if he wasn’t irritated in the first place, tooru lit up and he excitedly clung onto natsu

‘really? you’ll really help me?’

natsu rolled his eyes and tried to pry the brunette off of him but he felt the grip tighten

‘listen, oikawa, as much as i like having pretty boys hang on to me, i’d really appreciate if you just back off a bit and actually understand what im saying’

can i just say how long their lunch break is?

and not at natsu trying to get with oikawa and oikawa completely missing it

‘you can go do your education scam system thing while i can go set things up over at that one noodle place she likes’

natsu explained

oikawa was about to smile until he paused and leaned away

‘theres a catch. i know theres a catch’

then natsu smirked, confirming oikawa’s suspicion

‘ill think about what i really want but for now, i just wanna see that one doggie boy you guys have. also, your friend with the big arms’

lmao imagine the surprise in oikawa’s face

‘YOU GO FOR THEM BUT NOT ME?!’

‘why? you want me to?’

‘YES! i mean, well-no but YES!’

‘*sigh*’

thats how oikawa ended up telling the boys about the last minute birthday surprise for you and the help from natsu

‘yea, apparently its her birthday. also, iwa-chan, kyoken-chan, you need to talk to natsu-chan’

‘hah?! why?!’

‘THAT IDIOT?!’

you were minding your own business during class until you saw kunimi raise his hand

‘yes, kunimi-kun?’

‘bathroom’

normally, you wouldve just looked away but you noticed him grab his bag when the teacher wasn’t looking which prompted you to sigh since he was skipping class

i mean, whats the point of skipping class when the day is about to be over in like 15 minutes anyways?

‘make sure to come to practice’

you whispered when he passed and he smiled, making you raise an eyebrow bc that was a smile you knew that had a hidden meaning behind it

when the bell rang, everyone nyoomed themselves out of there and you were just walking past the door when a body came crashing to you which made you distracted and allowed a chance of vulnerability

there was a pair of hands covered your eyes from behind, hands grabbed your own from in front, and an arm around your waist started to guide you forward

‘um, just so you know, i have the power of god, anime, and iwa-san by my side and i wont hesitate to kick you in the di-’

‘its so cute when y/n-chan threatens us’

a voice from in front of you hums and you smiled

‘you wont think im really cute once youre on the floor clutching your di-’

‘oi, y/n, ill wash your tongue with soap’

‘yes, iwa-san’

you continued to walk, completely trusting at the hands of your boys, when you felt yourself being pulled to turn a corner

‘iwa-san? aren’t we going to the gym? why are we exiting the gates?’

the boys exchanged a look of amazement at your sense of intuition and the accuracy of your guess despite being deprived of your senses

‘dont think you can lie to us, y/n-chan! how could you not tell us its your birthday today?!’

you heard mattsun a few feet in front of you whine and you giggled

‘its not important’

then kyotani scoffed, you knowing it was him by feeling him twitch by the arm around your waist

‘boke, of course its important’

‘so your punishment for lying to us, we’re kidnapping you’

makki teased and you rolled your eyes beneath iwa’s hands

‘oh, shiver me timbers’

the walk continued, you still being dragged around, and you heard oikawa laugh

‘oh dear, its a sight to see, ain’t it? if only you can see the looks people are giving us, y/n-chan~ a group of boys taking a little girl like you? how could you trust us to not do something to you-ACK!’

you cut him off when you lifted your foot to kick right where it hurts the most

forget his weewee

its the knee

poor child crumbled to the floor and had to be picked up by baby watari

‘oh wata-cchi, youre the only one who cares about oikawa-san!’

you heavily sighed at the exagerrated theatrics of your captain

‘the one day. the one day when he could be a normal person for once’

you grumbled but stopped when you heard iwa laugh by your ear

‘he’s right you know. you technically lied to us when we asked if there was something special’

you shivered and you leaned your head back

‘its okay, iwa-san. we can talk about it after this event. make sure to give me my present, okay?’

SKDLFJSDKFJDSKFLDS GIRL NO I CANT I WANNA JUMP-

but iwa chuckled and he promised you that you would love his present

kyotani’s arm tightened around you, as if prompting you that he was still there and he wanted your attention too

‘careful there, pup’

he warned when you almost tripped over air

‘hehe, i know ill always be safe when youre next to me, kyo-san’

you teased and he was lucky your eyes were covered bc you would see the way his cheeks tinted red

‘s-shut up, idiot! maybe i shouldve just let you fall and hit your head! not like its gonna do damage since theres nothing there anyways!’

you just giggled and he retaliated by pinching your waist to which you squealed and gripped his hands

then the smell of the ramen broth entered your nose

‘are we-?’

‘nope! not there yet, y/n-chan!’

oikawa’s voice made you whine and complain but then he stopped, making everyone else stop too

‘okay, iwa-chan, kyoken-chan, release her!’

both grumbled something about you being treated like a pokemon but stopped when your eyes widened and contorted into confusion

‘huh?’

oikawa grinned and your eyes met to see the way his eyes crinkled, a tell-tale sign that this one was a rare genuine smile

‘come on! lets go!’

you let him take you inside the restaurant until your feet stopped, eyes wide when you noticed the streamers and the cake by the corner

your parents stood with natsu by the table and a large smile decorated your face

‘you,, you did this for me?’

you whispered and the team made noises of agreement

‘we had to do something for you to celebrate the day you were born. its a special day because you came into the world and we were able to meet you’

yahaba grinned and you gave him a big hug but you leaned back a bit so that the others would know you’re talking to them too

‘everyone, thank you. i love you’

they all scoffed a bit to hide their flustered state but they still smiled and each gave you a hug

‘oi! come here and eat the food! oikawa’s paying today!’

natsu shouted, which caught the attention of some customers in the restaurant, but they just ignored it bc theyve seen you and the team so many times that yall practically lived there

‘what?! i didnt-’

oikawa started but your mother came up to him and clasped her hands to his, sharing the same exact grin you have

‘you must be oikawa tooru. y/n has told me loads about you’

excuse him while he descends to heaven bc your mother is practically another you

iwa was already acquainted with your dad so they started talking and you just stood back, observing your two families interact with each other

you were so unbelievably happy that it hurts

kindaichi noticed you and he slinked away from the debate between makki and mattsun to go sling an arm around you

‘so? what do you think?’

you turned to him with glassy eyes

‘im so blessed. so blessed to have these amazing people with me’

poor babie panicked a bit bc he didnt really know how to comfort a crying girl but he just wrapped his arms around you

‘hehe, its kinda the other way around actually. we’re blessed to have someone like you’

he whispered and you giggled then playfully hit his shoulder

‘so cheesy, yuu-kun’

he leaned away from the hug and gave you an offended look

‘but its true! i dont know what we did to have-’

‘Y/N-CHAN! NO! HELP!’

oikawa shouted from the other side, cutting off your soft moment with kindaichi

‘what are you doing, natsu?’

you noticed your cousin wrapping his arms around your captain and trying to drag him away but poor tooru was scrambling to escape

‘we made a deal, didnt we, darling~? i know what i want now and youre going to have to give me you’

oikawa screamed

a/n: can we please pretend i posted this on november 3? bc i was dumb and forgot to post this and KLDJLSDKFJDSKD IM SO ANGRY but its okay at least i am able to publish this haha

[nicki-flemings-curls]

Happy (Almost) Birthday Angie!

Since I’m mean/I realized it’s been 10 years since a leap year, I decided that Angie’s birthday is February 29, Leap Day! Instead of feeling cheated that she doesn’t “have” a birthday 3 out of 4 years, she’s fine with it because she normally ends up celebrating on both the 28th and the 1st. (For background info, Spencer is Angie’s older sibling and legal guardian. Rosa is Spencer’s fiancé. Rosa and Amelia’s mom alternate who picks up the girls after school.)

-

Spencer had just picked Angie up from Amelia’s house when they asked her. “So do you have a preference which day we celebrate your birthday on this year? I don’t remember what we did on the non-leap years, especially once I moved out..”

Angie shrugs. “Not really. It depended on the year if we celebrated on the 28th or the 1st.” She says, slowing down at the end to make sure she can focus on getting the ‘f’ sound that followed the ‘th’ sound right.

Spencer smiles at that, and Angie felt proud of how clear it had come out. Ms. Smith said she could probably go down to speech therapy only once a week, in two weeks because she was improving so quickly. “Ok, then if it’s alright with you we’ll celebrate on the 1st. And then you can have a sleepover with Amelia and AJ the next weekend. Sound good?”

“Yeah.” Angie fidgets a little in the back seat. “Can we listen to the radio?”

Spencer rolls their eyes and lets out a sigh with a smile on their face. “I suppose.”

-

The 28th was an uneventful day overall. Amelia surprised her with a pink cupcake covered in sprinkles at lunch, and Rosa took Angie and Amelia to the library on the way home from school. But it was mainly a pretty normal day.

After dinner Rosa pulls out some game controllers and declares a gaming tournament. They play Mario Kart, Mario Party, Lego Batman and Super Smash Bros for the rest of the night. After a while, as Rosa and Spencer traded taunts as Princess Peach and Link beat on each other on screen, Angie gets up to grab a Capri-sun out of the fridge.

She glances over at the clock on the stove, but it says 45 minutes after her normal bedtime. Angie stares at the clock as she finishes the Capri-sun and throws it away. When she gets back into the living room nobody says anything about the time, so she decides to keep it to herself. If Spence and Rosa are too into the game to remember her bedtime, she isn’t gonna complain.

They continue to pass the controllers around, while Angie attempts to suppress her yawns before Spencer finally gets up. “Ok one last round you two, then it’s bedtime.”

Angie nods while yawning, before selecting Kirby again. Once Rosa selects Link, they start the round. Angie knocks Link off the map for three times in a minute, winning the match much quicker than any of the other matches that night. But she decides not to ask after she sees the smile on Rosa’s face. “Come on, I think Spence is still in the kitchen.”

Angie follows Rosa into the kitchen to find Spencer standing next to the kitchen table with a cake with some candles in it.

“I figured since it was your first birthday here, we could start new traditions. Since your birthday happens in-between the 28th and the 1st, I thought you should blow out your candles at midnight, since that’s right where the 29th should be. But we’re saving the cake and presents for tomorrow, because it is still a school night.”

Angie runs and hugs Spencer as hard as she can. “Thank you Spence!”

“Of course, munch. Now it’s 11:58 so go over the cake, and I’ll light the candles.”

“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Angie. Happy birthday to you!”

Rosa glances over to the stove clock, right as it switches over to midnight. “Make a wish.”

Angie leans forward and blows out the candle, wishing that her, Spencer and Rosa will have just as good of a time living together in the future as they have been.

- Angie Plays On

[skeezsbbygirl]

peaches + bang chan (pt. 2)

Hello lovelies! (ಥ﹏ಥ)

in celebration of 500+ followers, here is a part two for ‘peaches’!!! thank you so much for the love uwuuu <3 hope you guys enjoy!

STREAM GOD’S MENU AND VOTE FOR OUR BOYS.

“Juno!” you called for your soon-to-be three year old daughter.

You were picking out clothes for her to wear on her special day, but she had other priorities, sneaking out of her room when she knew you were preoccupied with searching for a pair of shoes that would suit her dress.

“Juno, baby, come on,” you urged, a sigh escaping your lips as you searched her playroom and found nothing. A fit of giggles echoed through the halls, rooting from yours and Chris’ shared room, and upon hearing your daughter’s outburst of happiness, you ambled towards the room, her clothes still within your possession.

You smiled at the sight that welcomed you. Chris had Juno on his shoulders, bouncing her up and down, mimicking lines from an animated movie that they watched last night. Seeing them together reminds you of just how much Juno resembled her father, right from her brown curly locks down to the dimples that adorned her chubby flushed cheeks. You could faintly trace your features on her, but Chris begged to differ, insisting that Juno had your sweet smile and your doe eyes.

“Alright, fun’s over,” you announced, making them turn towards to where you were standing. “But mom,” Juno pouted, still settled within her dad’s arms. “You heard the queen,” Chris joked as he nuzzled his nose on Juno’s cheeks, peppering them with soft kisses while he was at it. “Dad, stop,” Juno giggled, pushing Chris’ face away with her small hands. 

“Alright, princess. Go get dressed with mommy,” Chris said as he gently settled Juno down, giving you a quick kiss on his way to leave the room to check on the preparations for the party. Your daughter immediately sauntered towards you, clad in her white shirt and black leggings, giving you a kiss on the cheek as you squatted down to meet her eyes.

“Let’s wear the dress, yeah?” you beamed at Juno, who enthusiastically agreed. You helped her slip into the dress, fixing the white ribbon that decorated her torso and tugging at the hem of her dress to fix any folds and creases. You tucked some of her curls behind her ears in order to give light to her features.

“Mom,” Juno spoke. You hummed in response, prompting her to go on. “Is Jae-oppa coming?” she asked. You let out a soft chuckle, amused at how Juno has grown shy the moment she questioned you about Minho’s boy -- Jaehyun, who was two years older than your daughter.

“Yes, he is, baby,” you confirmed. “And all your uncles too,” you added, which earned you a cheer from Juno.

After an hour or so, you finally got yourself and Juno ready. You headed downstairs, with Juno holding your right hand. The both of you sauntered towards the backyard and as you opened the glass door that led you outside, Juno squealed in bliss, awestruck at the sight of her party.

Upon hearing your daughter’s shrieks of excitement, Chris ambled towards her and showed her around.

Pastel colored balloons and streamers were everywhere, white table cloths were draped over round tables accentuated by pink and white roses that were beautifully arranged in glass jars, and fairy lights decorated the main table which held Juno’s birthday cake alongside trays of various sweets. The long buffet tables were soon filled with food as the caterers started arranging the dishes.

There was no hiding the fact that Chris spoils you and Juno a lot. He makes it his top priority to provide for both of your needs and wants -- even the most outrageous requests of Juno wanting to have her own outdoor playhouse. When Chris was away for work, he always made sure to call his favorite girls, checking in on you and Juno throughout the day. He was always there for the both of you and he makes his efforts known by showering you with a ton of affection and gifts.

After a while, guests started coming in and both you and Chris busied yourselves with catching up and thanking them for coming. 

“There’s the birthday girl!”

Juno ran towards the owner of the voice.

“Uncle Felix!” she greeted. Felix squatted down, holding his arms open for Juno as she embraced him. Felix held her in his arms as he got up, kissing her cheek in the process. “Happy birthday, princess,” he said and Juno thanked him, before politely asking to be put down, running off towards the bouncy castle at the far end of the yard with Chris’ younger brother.

“The beautiful creators,” Felix joked as gave you and Chris a hug. “How’s everything?” he asked. “So far, so good,” you answered and Chris nodded in agreement. “I’m glad to hear that. So, any plans for baby number two?” he teased, earning him a light slap on the arm from you. “Lix,” you playfully glared at the male, to which he responded with a laugh. 

Chris gave him a high-five. “Trust me, bro. I’ve been hinting at it for months now,” he commented. You shook your head at their playful antics. “We’ll think about it,” you said.

Honestly, you’ve been thinking about wanting to have another baby, more so when Juno was asking you for a sibling and Chris was dropping hints all around, ever since Changbin’s wife gave birth to a beautiful baby boy seven months ago.

“Fine, but it would be cute to have another little boy, or girl, around,” he stated, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. 

You fell into another line of conversation, but you guys were interrupted by a chorus of hollers that sounded all too familiar -- one that you have been hearing for years.

“Hyung!”

“(Y/n)!”

You and Chris took turns as the both of you welcomed them with hugs. 

“Hi, Seojun,” you cooed at Changbin’s son, who was nestled within his mother’s arms. “He’s precious,” you said, caressing Seojun’s cheek with the back of your index finger, which earned you a gummy smile from him. “Can I hold him?” you asked Luna. “Of course,” she nodded and carefully handed Seojun over to your possession. 

You called Chris over as you bounced Seojun on your hip. “Hey, bud,” Chris smiled, letting out baby noises to which Seojun responded with incoherent babbles. “Juno’s going to be all over him once she sees him,” Chris spoke as he took a glance at your face. Radiant and beautiful as ever, he thought.

“I know, she’s been asking for a sibling for months now,” you replied. “More reason to add another member to our family,” Chris stated as he leaned in to give your forehead a kiss, his silent way of asking you to think about it. You offered Chris a sweet smile, “We’ll see, babe.”

Seojun let out a soft whine, his arms extending towards where his mom stood. You quickly walked over to Luna and handed him over. “Go on and grab a seat, I’ll go and get Juno,” you said and Luna nodded with a smile.

Your eyes scanned through the crowd and soon after, you finally spotted Juno.

“Juno, honey!” you called out for her and she turned towards your direction. “Your uncles are here, come say hi, baby,” you beckoned her over. She obediently followed you, taking a hold of your pinky as you led her to the guys.

Upon her appearance, various greetings and compliments were thrown her way. She beamed in response, but as soon as she spotted Jaehyun, she shied away from them, opting to hide behind you. 

Chris’ eyebrows furrowed in confusion, uncertain of what -- well more of who -- made his daughter flustered. He followed her gaze and it landed on Minho’s boy, who was holding a small bouquet of roses. “Oh gosh,” he breathed out, which earned him a chorus of laughter.

“Juno, Jae-oppa is here,” you looked over to where she was, gently grabbing her arm to prompt her to show herself. Juno shook her head instead, “Don’t wanna.”

You let out a chuckle and picked her up. Juno wrapped her arms around your neck, burying her face into your hair as she resisted on showing her face. “Look, sweetie. Jae got you flowers,” you coaxed but she only let out a soft whine in response. “It’s roses, Juno,” you added, knowing that they were her favorite.

“Happy birthday, Juno,” Jae said as he approached the both of you. You squatted down to meet Jae’s level. Juno wiggled in your arms, turning her head sideways as she took a peek at the boy. Jaehyun flashed her a smile as he offered her the bouquet. “Go on, sweetheart,” you whispered to Juno, encouraging her to reach out to Jaehyun.

All of you watched in amusement as Juno gently took the bouquet from the older male, muttering a small ‘thank you’ in the process. 

“You’re welcome,” Jaehyun replied.

You let out a soft chuckle as you stood up with Juno in your arms. “Mommy, can I go play now?” Juno asked and you nodded, setting her down gently. “Go join her, Jae,” you gestured for Jaehyun to follow. You awed at the sight of Juno grabbing the boy’s hand and merrily running towards their friends.

“I mean, she got good taste,” Jisung joked and you all fell into a fit of laughter. “Ji, she’s three,” Chris defended, his protective side showing. “Exactly,” you noted, ambling towards Chris and wrapping your arms around his torso. “Which is why you shouldn’t take it too seriously, plus Jaehyun is a good kid,” you explained.

“Got it from me,” Minho chimed in. “Hyung, let’s not push it,” Changbin teased. Jeongin and Hyunjin immediately held Minho back from attacking the younger lad. 

Soon, their playful antics came to an end and it was time for Juno to blow out her birthday candles. 

“Happy birthday, Juno!” everybody greeted in unison, followed by applauds and cheers from the crowd. 

[A few hours later...]

You let out a soft sigh as you tucked Juno in, moving some of the stray curls away from her face. “Sweet dreams, my love,” you whispered and kissed her forehead. You switched her night light on as you made your way out of her room.

You walked across the hall and entered your bedroom. Upon your arrival, Chris looked up from his phone, flashing you a sweet smile and beckoning you over to where he sat on the bed. 

“Is Juno asleep?” Chris asked and you nodded in response as you eased yourself between his legs, snuggling further into his embrace. Chris held you close, planting a kiss on your cheek, then your nose, and finally your lips. “I figured, her eyes were getting sleepy when I was giving her a bath,” he chuckled. “I’m glad she had fun,” you claimed, “I can’t believe she’s already three,” you added.

“And crushing on Jaehyun,” Chris sighed, making you laugh in response. “Oh come on, babe. Let it go,” you playfully rolled your eyes at him.

“Thank you for everything, Chris,” you spoke after a moment of silence. “You do so much for us,” you continued. “No, baby. Thank you for everything,” he insisted, rubbing the small of your back. 

“You make me want to be a better person, a better husband, and a better father. I can’t imagine my life without the two of you in it,” he paused to take a better look at you, his brown orbs staring deeply into yours. “I will always be here to love you, to protect you, to make you happy, and everything else within my ability,” he continued.

“I love you so much,” you beamed, leaning in to give him a kiss. As you were about to pull away, Chris caught your lips and deepened the kiss, molding his lips with yours with such passion and longing. You slowly moved to straddle him, your lips still connected with his, and Chris wrapped his arms around your waist. 

The shared kiss was intense, yet it still held his affection for you. Chris pulled away from your lips, only to pepper kisses along your jawline, slowly moving down towards your neck. He sucked on the soft skin, stopping his actions once he left a deep red mark. 

Chris flipped you on your back, his body now on top of yours, but careful not to crush you underneath him. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he rested his forehead against yours.

“I love you, (y/n).”

“I love you, too.”

The both of you stared lovingly into each other’s eyes, taking in each other’s presence.

“So about Juno’s wish for a sibling,” Chris hinted. You giggled as you lightly hit Chris’ arm.

“Well then, stop talking and get to work, babe.”

[the-writer-nerd-ro]

Part 1 of my HDL birthday fic. The other part will be out in the next few days

Birthday Plans

D: Any fun plans for today?

It was seven in the morning and Dewey was sitting in the cockpit of the Sunchaser on his birthday. Della was bringing coffee but Dewey was still a little tired. There was a different kind of tiredness that had settled in his bones as he thought about spending his birthday away from his brothers. He didn’t expect either of them to be awake but he thought he would shoot them a text before he started flying.

H: I wish. I have a bunch of tests tomorrow so I have to study all day today. But tomorrow after my tests, my friends and I are going out for belated birthday drinks.

D: Tell the bartender it’s your birthday and get free belated birthday drinks

H: I���m not going to lie, it’s against the JWG

D: You’re 24. You’re not a Junior Woodchuck anymore.

H: You’re right.

H: I’m a Senior Woodchuck.

L: Do you guys ever sleep???

D: It’s 7 AM

L: Yeah, it’s 7 AM, you should be asleep

D: What are your plans today, Lou?

L: Boyd is visiting after I get off work and we’re going to spend the rest of the day together

H: Aww, adorable.

D: Sappy

L: Anyway, what are you doing today, Dewdrop?

D: Doing a flight with mom and then cake with some of the fam later

H: Have fun, eat a slice of cake for me.

D: Will do

L: Your present should be in the mail. Yours too, Hue.

D: You didn’t have to get me anything

L: Yeah, but I feel bad that we can’t be together today. It feels weird.

D: It does feel weird

H: I miss you guys

Dewey set down his phone, blinking back tears. He hadn’t wanted to get emotional this morning but he was having a hard time holding it together if Huey was throwing around, “I miss you,” and Louie was commenting on how weird things were.

To avoid addressing his emotions Dewey found a gif of a dancing baby that said happy birthday. That was enough to start a gif chain that moved them away from heavy emotions.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Della asked, offering her son a cup of coffee, and taking in his bummed-out expression.

“Yeah, just texting Huey and Louie.”

Della nodded somberly, “It’s hard being apart from them, isn’t it?”

Dewey was trying his hardest not to get choked up.

“I shouldn’t be so dramatic. They’re just a few hours away, and we’re meeting up in a couple of weeks after Huey’s done with finals.”

“But today’s your birthday. It’s okay if you miss them extra hard today. Your feelings are valid.”

“It’s our first birthday apart,” Dewey whispered.

“I know how hard that can be,” Dell said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

“Mom? Does it get easier?”

“A little. But the time apart makes the time together so much better. And you get to do one barrel roll in the Sunchaser on your birthday.”

“I should get to do 24 barrel rolls because it’s my 24th birthday.”

“Don’t push it, buddy.”

Huey had a coffee and an English muffin (toasted, lightly buttered) and was one flashcard away from a breakdown. He was exhausted, which was not the way you wanted to spend your 24th Birthday.

Everything was always happening all at once. Huey probably wouldn’t have remembered it was his birthday until Dewey had texted him earlier. He’d fussed about lying to an imaginary bartender but had had no qualms lying to his brothers. There were no friends taking him out for belated birthday drinks. No one here knew him intimately enough to know his birthday.

Texts would roll in all day from the family and friends who he desperately missed, wishing him a pleasant day and asking him about his fabricated plans. He was almost in tears every time he furthered this delusion that he had people here, that he was not just a loser alone on his birthday. How pathetic would that be? When Dewey was with their family and Louie was with his boyfriend. Huey’s chest ached about the fact he was the only one alone.

Fenton was the only one who called him out on his lie.

F: What’re you doing for your birthday, Huey?

H: I have to study today but I’m getting drinks with some friends tomorrow.

F: Oh, nice.

F: So you finally made some friends over there?

Huey wished that he hadn’t ranted to his mentor about how incredibly difficult it was to find time to make friends.

H: ...No

F: So who are you drinking with?

H: Nobody

F: Drinking alone, then? Maybe call a car to get home.

H: I’m not drinking alone

F: So you just lied to me?

H: Not just you?

Fenton stopped responding for a few minutes and Huey felt devastated. He hadn’t wanted to lie to his loved ones but he hadn’t wanted them to pity him either. And now he had to deal with guilt on top of all the exhaustion.

F: So you’re all alone on your birthday?

H: I guess I am

F: I see why you wouldn’t want to talk about that

F: But you didn’t need to lie

H: It’s too late now, I already told everyone that I’d be drinking with friends tomorrow.

F: Well, I don’t have any plans tomorrow. Team Science reunion?

H: Team Science reunion

Huey felt a bit better about his birthday, grateful that Fenton had reached out. He still missed his brothers though. He decided to text them both one more time today before he went back to studying, though he decided to text them separately this time.

H: Have a safe flight, Dewey.

D: Thanks, bro. Good luck studying

H: Thanks

He decided to text Louie later since he’d been tired and he wasn’t fun to talk to when he was tired. And then, swamped with studying, he promptly forgot until dinner.

H: Hey! I hope you had a good day at work and that you and Boyd have fun today. A responsible amount of fun.

L: Lol I’ll tell Boyd that the arson is canceled

H: No arson, but you could still probably make S’mores. Boyd’s really good at that.

L: I get it, you’re both Senior Woodchucks. Hey, do something nice for yourself today, okay? Don’t just study yourself to death.

H: ...Okay. Thanks, Lou

“Who’re you texting?” Boyd asked, already making himself comfortable on Louie’s couch.

“Huey. He told us to have fun. And to not commit arson.”

“I wasn’t gonna commit arson on purpose, were you going to commit arson?”

“Well, it’s my birthday, and you did bring cupcakes and candles.”

“Mm, those are more fun if you blow them out instead of letting them burn. How’s Huey doing anyway? Fenton just texted me about him.”

“I’m afraid he’s overworking himself,” Louie admitted, “But that’s just Huey’s nature. I'm not especially surprised.”

"That's the vibe I got too. Fenton asked me if I wanted to go get drinks with him and Huey tomorrow so that he doesn't have to be alone."

“Whoa,” Louie said, eyes widening.

“What?”

“Huey must’ve lied about having plans with his school friends tomorrow.”

“Aw. Well, you would’ve done the same thing. Huey probably just didn’t want you guys to worry. A classic Louie move.”

Louie frowned deeply.

"Hey, babe, do you ever get the sense you're doing the wrong thing?"

"Elaborate?"

"Well, I took this internship, to you know, pull myself up by my bootstraps. Be my own person."

"I'm really proud of you for that."

"Yeah, well… Being my own person sucks. I've always been one in a set of three. And it feels like recently someone ripped the "Do not separate" sticker off and I hate it."

"Hm… Do you want to come and get drinks with me tomorrow?"

"Getting wasted won't help. I've tried and alcohol doesn't fill that hole."

"I know, I've carried you home before. But I mean do you want to go get drinks with me and your brother? We could surprise Huey."

"Hey… That's not such a bad idea. I need to make a call."

“I’ll light your cupcakes on fire,” Boyd said cheerfully.

“No fair, starting the arson without me,” Louie laughed, as he pulled up the texts from the morning and tapping on Dewey’s number.

“Oh, hey! Hey, Louie, hold on, guys Louie’s on the phone, we gotta sing again!”

Louie laughed, cringing a little in anticipation of the awkwardness as his family began a staticky and muffled rendition of Happy Birthday.

“Thanks, guys, means a lot to me. Dewey, can I talk to you for a moment?”

“Sure, sure, let me just step outside,” A moment later Dewey’s voice came back, “What’s up?”

“Are you busy tomorrow?”

“Uh, not sure, why?”

“Well, it seems like Hubert lied about his birthday plans. Apparently, there were never any friends he was gonna go drinking with, so Fenton decided to drop by and he wanted to bring Boyd and Boyd thought it was a good idea if I tagged along. So what if we surprise Huey? He’s been working really hard at med school- hell, we’ve all been working really hard. What do you say?”

Dewey was silent for a minute and then Louie heard a laugh (Or was it a sob?) on the other end.

“Man, I’ve missed you guys so much. I’d love to do that. Let’s set something up, mm-kay?”

“Yeah. Boyd! Text Fenton and tell him that me and Dewey are gonna come surprise Huey, we’ll figure it out from there.”

“Okee dokee,” Boyd said cheerfully, putting an alarming amount of candles (probably 24) in one cupcake.

“I have to go, Dewey, I’m afraid that Boyd is about to set my apartment on fire without me, but I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow! Enjoy your fire hazard and your boyfriend.”

“Those are the same thing, Dewey.”

“Then enjoy your fire boyfriend. Boyfire? I dunno.”

“He is pretty fire, isn’t he? Bye, Dewey.”

“Bye!”

“Boyd if you light that you’ll coat that cupcake in so much wax it’ll be disgusting and that’s just a waste of a good cupcake.”

“Then I’ll eat that one. I’m an android I’m not as picky about what is and isn’t cupcake.”

“Sometimes, fortunately not often but sometimes, you remind me so much of Dewey that it’s terrifying.”

“Do you still love me?” Boyd asked, squinting a little and laser lighting the candles. As Louie had assumed it quickly became a soupy, fiery mess.

“More than words can express,” Louie said, capturing Boyd’s lips in a kiss after extinguishing the cupcake.

“Did you make a wish, baby?” Boyd asked, holding Louie close by the hips.

“I don’t need to, everything is going to be okay. In fact, I think that everything is going to be… Perfect.”

“Happy Birthday…”

[myherodreaming]

Heyo! I recently found your blog and may I say that I adore your writing!! May I request some fluffy hcs with Bakugou, Tamaki, and Kaminari (separate) of when their s/o’s birthday goes by and they kinda forget- and their s/o doesn’t want them to feel bad so they just- not tell them?? Aha then they somehow figure it out and feel real bad and somehow make it up to them?? Haha idk lmao- sorry if this is too much to ask- my birthday is kind of tomorrow and no one’s gonna b there cause of quarantine

Aww, thank you baby!!! Happy Birthday! (even though it’s a few days later by now, I hope you had a lovely day regardless of the circumstances)

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BAKUGO KATSUKI

He isn’t one to care too much about his own birthday, he honestly hates all the attention and would rather just skip it entirely, so the idea of your birthday hadn’t really even crossed his mind

So the day comes and goes and your friends congratulate you and give you little treats, and your parents call to wish you a happy birthday, but there’s not so much as a word from your boyfriend

He’s always busy training, so to make yourself feel better you convince yourself it was just an honest mistake, and you don’t want to bring it up now

He’s too perceptive, though, and he recognizes that there’s something just slightly off with you, some subtle disappointment that he can’t get around no matter how many times he kisses you in one of the only ways he knows to make it better

Finally he can’t take it anymore. “What’s wrong?” He asks abruptly, right as he pulls away from a kiss. You blink at him. “Something’s wrong.” He says. 

Eventually it comes tumbling out because he’s nothing if not persistent, and he is left in shock

Your birthday came and went and he didn’t even know it had happened? What kind of boyfriend doesn’t know his own s/o’s birthday? He feels like a giant asshole.

By that evening, he has pulled together as much of a birthday as he can manage in a few hours - you had assumed he went to bed early again so you’re completely shocked to find him in your room, lit candles in a convenience store snack cake, and with a wrapped gift waiting for you

“Happy Birthday, Y/N.” He says with a sheepish smile, and all you can do is stare. “Sorry it’s late.” He adds. 

“You didn’t have to.”

“Yes I did.” And he’s not lying - the smile on your face alone makes it more than worth it.

AMAJIKI TAMAKI

He is actually normally incredibly good with birthdays, anniversaries, all that stuff, so he can hardly believe it when he sees the date

“Mirio what day is it today?” Mirio tells him and his eyes go so wide. “NO.” “Yeah, it’s supposed to be the same all day I hear.” “Nonononononono” (Mirio this is not the time for jokes)

He HATES HIMSELF for missing your birthday, he even had a necklace picked out and the perfect little picnic date planned, but somehow with training the time went by so much quicker than he realized

Why didn’t you say anything? Were you expecting him to forget all along? Is he actually that terrible of a boyfriend?? He’s spiraling, okay?

“Breathe, dude, you and I both know none of that’s true” (we all need a bro like Mirio) so Mirio convinces him to have the same birthday date he’d planned, just over the weekend instead. Who says it has to be right on your birthday, anyway? 

Tamaki still has to find you wherever you are and apologize PROFUSELY for forgetting your birthday. After many “I’m so sorry” kisses and more “It’s okay, SERIOUSLY” kisses he’s feeling a lot better

But he’s still determined to give you the birthday date you deserve

So you have your little picnic that weekend, just the two of you with all of your favorite foods in the cute little park near campus, and when he gives you the necklace you almost cry

Almost

He hugs you so tight and swears up and down that he’ll never forget your birthday or anything like it ever again

KAMINARI DENKI

He finds out in what’s arguably the worst way possible

“Hey Babe, that’s a really cute sweater! When did you get that?”

“Oh.” You had tried so hard to avoid it, but now your clueless boyfriend had forced the topic into the spotlight. “Well, it was one of my birthday gifts from my parents.”

A proverbial light bulb somewhere above his head turns on, then shatters as the realization practically crushes him

Shitshitshitshit he is scum, he is worse than scum, your birthday was two days ago and he knew that but somehow he still missed it

He’s immediately on the ground - literally with his forehead pressed into the floor - apologizing like crazy

Once you convince him it’s okay, you understand, he’s really busy right now, he decides he’s going to make it up to you however possible

He treats you like royalty for the next week, buying you whatever treats or things you may want, letting you choose the movies you watch, charging all of your devices at once, giving you all of the hugs and cuddles and kisses, he was ready to get on the ground and lay in a puddle so you could walk across it but you told him to stop being an idiot

He just loves you so much and he doesn’t want you to think that because he somehow forgot your birthday, that’s any less true

[mlqcconfessions]

May I ask if you can make a headcanon of MC x Victor, Lucien, Kiro, Gavin, & Shaw( you dont have to do Shaw if you cant) ( MLQC men's pov) not knowing it was MC's bday. The men finding out that MC hide their birthday cause MC feels that they don't deserve to be celebrated and it is not worth it despite going all out for the MLQC men's bday. Would like to see the boys react that. Sorry if this is too much, but it is okay if you cant, I wanted to thank you and I hope you have a safe day

Because I don’t have a firm grasp on Shaw’s character yet (I’m playing on the English server), I’ll be omitting him from this headcanon. Hope you don’t mind!

MLQC Headcanon - My favorite day

Victor (takes place after his Surprise Date)

He was at LFG when he heard the news

Goldman was dropping off some documents that he needed to finalize

He was browsing through the papers when he came across your company’s rough draft plans for next week’s show

He quickly glanced over the words, signed, and flipped to the next page

After every rough draft, your company’s information always followed (naturally, your personal info was there too)

He stopped to look at your picture (it was the same one you used when applying for LFG’s investment)

Always the same dumb expression.... (but he couldn’t help a smile from forming on his face)

That’s when he saw it....your date of birth (XX-XX-XXXX)

....It’s today.....?

?!

He goes into a panic mode immediately (of course, it doesn’t show on the outside)

He takes out his phone and goes to dial your number

He calms himself while the ringing is going through

But panics (again) when he hears your voice

“Victor!”

Obviously, he doesn’t want to confirm if today was your birthday (that would make him seem like the dumb one)

He has to think of what to say for a moment

“Hello? Victor?”

He’s unable to think clearly, so he just blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind

“Souvenir. 6 PM. Don’t be late”

“What? Vict—“ (he hangs up)

He looks at the time, 4 PM

He sighs, rubbing his temples as he starts to regain his senses

He resumes his work as he ponders over what tonight’s menu will be

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You arrive at Souvenir a little early than planned (around 5:30)

You go to open the door, but it’s locked (weird)

“Victor? (you knock a few times) Victor, are you there?”

You hear a series of rattling and clattering inside

“....Victor? What’s going on in there?”

You go to knock again, but the door opens wide with a bang

He’s in front of you, disheveled as ever

“....MC....you’re early” 

“Um..yeah. Work went a lot quicker than usual and...um....are you okay? I heard a lot of noise in here”

“Yes...yes. Why wouldn’t I be okay? (he straightens his clothes) Hurry, come in”

You go inside to see Souvenir all decorated, except for a few areas where it’s still bare (even some of the lights were hanging off)

“It’s still in process....but....” (he brings out the cake, lighted with candles)

“Happy birthday”

Kiro

He found out it was your birthday from Kiki and the others (while he was over at your company for a meeting)

As soon as he heard he ran over to your desk with immense speed

“MC! MC! MC! IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY TODAY?!”

You look up from your computer, startled

“Kiro! What are you doing here? The meeting should still be going on” (indeed it was, poor Savin)

“That’s not the problem, MC! Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?”

You can tell that he’s genuinely hurt by this

“I...just didn’t think it was something worth celebrating, that’s all”

He goes bonkers after you say that

“Not worth celebrating? Are you kidding me?”

He grabs your shoulders and looks you in the eye

“MC! Your birthday DESERVES to be celebrated as much as anyone else’s. Mine included!”

“But...”

“No buts! Today, we are going to make sure you have the BEST birthday EVER!” (he grabs your hand and leads you out of the room)

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He drags you along throughout town, with him wearing a foolproof disguise (he insisted you wear one too, although it wouldn’t really matter)

You’re having trouble keeping up with his energy, but soon become used to it

He takes you out shopping to buy you a birthday outfit (but he ends up modeling clothes himself, to your request)

The two of you are sitting at a bench, waiting for Savin to come with the car

“.......MC”

You turn your head towards him

He gets up, kneels down in front of you, and takes out a small container

“Kiro?”

He doesn’t say anything, but instead opens the box (you become speechless at the sight of the ring, glowing in the moonlight)

“I bought this while you were in the bathroom” (he takes your hand and slips the ring on your finger)

“Kiro...I...”

“This is my reservation, MC! With this, (he kisses your hand) I’m yours forever. Happy birthday”

Lucien

He already knew your birthday was coming up

But was unsure of the exact date

Every time he asked, you would just play it off

“My birthday? It’s.........soon”

He didn’t want to go looking through your information to find out when it was (it would feel like his loss, or something)

He decides to make YOU tell him, yourself

He’s just so good with his words?

He’s looking at something on his phone during breakfast (something he rarely does)

“MC, look at this trait description for Scorpios”

You take his phone from him

“Do you think this description fits me?”

Strategic? Persistent? Secretive?? (if this isn’t Lucien, then who else is it)

“Yeah, I think it describes you perfectly!”

“Is that so? (you don’t notice the smile on his face) How about I read yours, too?”

“Sure! But I don’t know my sign...can you check XX/XX?” (insert birthdate here)

Bingo.

“So I assumed correctly. Happy birthday, MC”

You immediately realize what you just did (oh no)

“Um, Lucien. It’s not like I didn’t WANT to tell you....” (he just chuckles as you hang your head low)

“I know.” (he gets up to clear the dishes, and goes inside the bedroom)

He comes out wearing a coat, while you’re still sitting at the table

“Well? (you look at him as he straightens his coat collar) Aren’t you going to get dressed?”

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You wanted to avoid an extravagant celebration for your birthday

And he understood that perfectly

So he takes you to the movies, buys you dinner, and now you’re in his office (he said he wanted to show you something)

“Thank you, Lucien. I had a wonderful time today”

“You’re very welcome. But I’m afraid it’s not over just yet”

He opens a drawer and takes out a small wooden box

“Lucien? What’s this?” (you open the box, and see a beautiful pen inside)

“....is this...”

“I didn’t know what would be the best gift for your birthday.....”

“So you’re giving me Iridescent...?” (he nods slightly, appearing to be embarrassed)

“But this is your—“

“Favorite pen. Which is why I’m giving it to you”

“Does that make me your favorite person?” (you can’t believe you just said that)

This makes you blush profusely (he’s just SO good with words)

He laughs at the sight of your face going red (he hugs you while you’re holding tight to the box)

“Happy birthday......my favorite person”

Gavin

Why did he have to find out it was your birthday from Minor?

He doesn’t care that you hid it from him (he figured you had your reasons)

But it’s irritating that it was Minor. Of ALL PEOPLE

He’s having such a hard time deciding what to give you

After all, you prepared a big celebration for his birthday

“Bro, it’s gonna be okay! Chill!” (it took everything in him to not come over there and hit Minor)

“I’ll ask Boss what she wants as a present”

“What? NO”

“Don’t worry! I got this!” (Minor hangs up, leaving Gavin to pace around his room)

This was your first time celebrating your birthday with him (ever since he asked you out last year)

No wonder Birdcop is so nervous

He gets an idea of what to get you, and gets to work right away (it’s homemade!)

After pacing for 20 minutes, he decides to call you for a date

But drops his phone when you call him first (he stubs his toe while he breaks the fall)

“He-hello?” (he’s rubbing his foot, hiding his pain)

“Gavin! Where are you?”

“...what?”

“What do you mean, what? Our date! I’m in front of the aquarium right now”

He’s confused (somebody help him)

“A..aquarium?” (he flinches when he hears you sigh)

“Yes, the aquarium! Minor told me you were going to take me out on a date here. Am I wrong?” 

Birdcop’s actually thankful for Minor’s nosiness for once

“I’ll be there right away” (ride like the wind, Sparky)

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Your aquarium date goes by pretty quickly (he takes so many pictures of you?)

“Gavin, come here! You look like this sea lion!”

It was about time for the aquarium to close, so he takes you back home

As you were about to take off your helmet, it starts raining like crazy

Despite his constant I’m okays, you bring him in into your apartment to dry off

“You’re going to get sick, Gavin!” (getting sick was the LAST thing on his mind, right now)

He’s sitting awkwardly on a chair, while you go to put his shirt in the drying machine

But you feel something in his shirt pocket and take it out

“A necklace?” (Gavin immediately gets up and runs over to you)

It’s a necklace in the shape of a ginkgo leaf, with both of your initials carved in the back

There are rough edges here and there, but nonetheless beautiful in every way

“....Gavin....!” (he hides his face in his hands, and you notice that his ears and shoulders have turned red)

He coughs before offering to put it on for you (his calloused hands are a little shaky as they graze behind your neck)

“It’s not much but.....happy birthday”

UGH can someone give me an MLQC boy to celebrate my birthdays???

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

Sam Alexander x Cho!Reader

Anon asked:  Could you please do some headcanons of Sam dating Amadeus Cho’s older sister? They were so petty towards each other it was hilarious

A/N: Sorry it was so late, I’ve been really swamped for the past few days

Being Amadeus’ older sister was a challenge to say the least

You were both left orphans at a young age which left you to raise him alone

It didn’t help that he was smarter than you in every way possible

But you wouldn’t trade your life with him for anything

You cherish your little brother and he knows how much he means to you

You worked day in and day out, while trying to maintain good grades and graduate before worrying about college and such so he wouldn’t have to

That was the only thought keeping you strong

He got the best from you and he knew how much you sacrificed for him

So, when you started dating his teammate, Sam, he couldn’t really tell you no

Even though he would have you date literally anybody else on the planet

Sam knows not to make jokes about Amadeus in front of you from experience

He treats you like a child instead of a guardian and you feel so carefree when your around him

“Let’s have a cartoon marathon tomorrow.”

“Let’s just lay around today.”

“Picnic tomorrow? What do you say?”

You quickly fell in love with Sam who was just the best boyfriend

He understood when you had to take rain checks because of work and school

He helped you with your schoolwork and often looked up jobs that had slightly higher wages so you could make more

Not to mention, he was always over at your house, making dinners and buying groceries for you when there was a sale because you didn’t have the time to go

It’s inevitable that your attention slowly turns to your boyfriend rather than your little brother

You began missing family dinners for dinner dates with Sam and Amadeus would no longer help you with your homework because you preferred study dates

Your brother says nothing of course, but he begins to feel your absence more each day

You’re not neglectful of him, your still around most of the time, for birthdays, dinners, lunch but it’s the small things that get to him

One day, one of the worst of his life, he comes back home, so upset

He had been told that if he failed Physical Education or got anything less than a C, he would be booted back to middle school

His classmates bullied him for being so young

And all he wanted was to have dinner with you but once he came in, you looked ready to leave

“Hi, bro, I have a date with Sam but dinners in the kitchen, call me if you need anything.”

He nodded shakily and sent you off with a smile but once the door closed, he burst into tears and tried to calm the pain in his chest

He was so scared he was losing his sister

And he felt so guilty because he couldn’t even be happy for you when he knew all the things that you did just for him

So, he planned to just cry his eyes out alone and then greet you with a smile when you got back

But you forgot your phone so you came back up and once you saw Amadeus in tears you just texted Sam and told him you weren’t coming

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry...”

He tells you everything and spends the night crying in your arms as you try and comfort him

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you; I promise I will be from now on.”

The thought of your baby brother planning to cry alone and never tell you how he was feeling made you tear up but you just held your sleeping brother tighter in your arms and gently patted his head

The next day, you don’t tell Amadeus but you plan to break up with Sam

“I’m sorry but we can’t see each other anymore. I’ve been neglecting Amadeus too much and no matter how much I like you; it isn’t worth it to me if he isn’t happy.”

“Wait, (Y/N), please, we can still make this work.”

So, you stay

And it was the best decision you ever made

Dinner dates were swapped with Sam cooking dates and he would stay over for dinner and the three of you would eat

You would laugh as Sam and Amadeus exchanged insults over mashed potatoes and meatloaf

It was their special way of showing love

Study dates turned into Amadeus tutoring the two of you

“You’re an idiot if you can’t solve this question, Alexander.”

“Well you’re an idiot even if you can solve the question, Cho.”

“Hey!” “Whoops sorry, I meant the other Cho.”

The three of you would work out on Saturday’s, well you and Sam would work out and Amadeus would just sit in a corner because he’s weak

“I’m not weak! I’m just, conserving energy!”

“Well then I guess you’ll have enough energy to wash the dishes tonight?”

“.... Give me the damn weights.”

“Language!”

Sam knows that he will always come second to your brother and isn’t of being annoyed, he admires it

“Sorry I can’t come over tonight, Amadeus is sick.”

“I can bring over some chicken soup?”

“You really do love me...”

And it wasn’t the same but Amadeus appreciated that you were trying and above all, that you were happy

And you’re over the moon that the most important boy in your life likes your boyfriend

They threw a surprise party for you on your birthday but there was a thunderstorm and no one could make it

To say that they were upset was an understatement

“Oh, it’s okay, nothing beats a day with my boys!”

You ended up having the snacks and cutting the cake while the two of them sang for you

“Make a wish!”

Every year, for your birthday, you always wished something for Amadeus. Always.

It was either wishing some money to get him that bike that he wanted or for him to get a job so you could provide for him

But this one time, you looked up from the candles and saw the two of them and you wished

“I wish the three of us will always be together.” 

This happens very often

“I love you...”

“Gross.”

“I was talking to my boyfriend.”

This happens often too

“I love you.”

“I love you too, babe.”

“I was talking to my brother but thanks!”

And of course, the glorious mash up of the two

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Get a room before I throw up.”

“Shut up, Cho!”

Hey!” “I meant the other Cho and you know it!”

[feferipeixes]

Even though their parents have made it clear that they will not be going back to gravity falls, Mabel makes deals with Dipper to tesser them there whenever their parents aren't around. This leads to a lot of midnight visits that can last until 4 or 5 am, since Stan's sleep schedule hasn't recovered from thirty years spending most of the night in a basement and their parents usually fall asleep around 11

At one end of the hall, a door clicked shut. At the other, a door quietly glided open, and a 13-year old girl’s head peeked out.

“Okay Dippler Effect, Mom and Dad went to sleep!” Mabel hissed excitedly. “Let’s ride!”

“That’s a new one,” Dipper replied in a whisper. The idea of sneaking out in the middle of the night still gave him anxiety, even though he’d done it a million times, even though no one but Mabel could hear him, even though the concept of him getting caught and punished was long dead. “Do you even know what the Doppler Effect is?”

“Sure do! It’s that thing when, like, if someone’s standing in one place listening to you, the sound of your brother’s protests get whinier as he blips away with you to go hang out with your friends!”

Dipper snorted into his hand. “Okay, that was pretty good.” He grabbed his sister’s hand. “Ready?”

Mabel put on a serious face, gripped her Dream Boy High backpack, and nodded. “Ready!”

There was a quick jerk as the air twisted around them – flashing colors filling Mabel’s vision and an awful nausea filling her stomach – and then it stopped. Mabel’s bedroom in Piedmont was gone, replaced by the kitchen of the Mystery Shack, complete with the sounds of a romcom floating in from the TV in the other room, a few empty cans of Pitt Cola sitting on the counter, and a sleeping Grunkle Stan slumped over the table.

Dipper floated over to his Grunkle and poked him in the head. His finger, unsurprisingly, went right through. “I thought he said he’d be awake,” he said, pouting. “Should I visit him in his dream and tell him to wake up, or -”

Mabel clapped giddily – cutting her brother off – threw her backpack to the ground, and unleashed the glee that had been building up within her since they’d planned this trip a couple of days earlier. She screamed at the top of her lungs, causing Dipper to clap his hands over his ears and recoil (which resulted in him clipping halfway through the refrigerator).

Stan jolted upright in his seat. “SOOS, THE COPS ARE HERE, HIDE THE VIOLINS!” he shouted. He blinked sleepily a few times, and then his eyes settled on Mabel bouncing up and down in front of him with a face-splitting smile on her face. “Oh, it’s just you kids. Geez, you’re gonna scare me into an early pension doing that.”

Mabel jumped at her Grunkle and hugged him tight. “Well, someone said he’d be awake at 11 so we could come by right after our parents went to sleep! Did someone forget it was our -”

There was the pounding of boots on stairs, and the door burst open to reveal Ford in a lab coat with ash on his face and in his hair. “Stanley! I heard screaming, what’s going on? Did the man-eating toaster come back? You swore you’d let me be the one to kill it if it did!”

“Calm down poindexter,” Stan started, “it’s just -“

“GREAT UNCLE FORD!” Mabel screeched, peeling herself off of Stan and running over to hug him instead. “You made it! I thought you were still having an awesome boat adventure!”

Ford flinched, but then ruffled Mabel’s hair. “Of course I made it, Mabel. Wouldn’t miss it.” A tuft of his hair spontaneously caught on fire, and he patted it out. “You’ll have to excuse me, I brought some of my research home with me. I must warn you, I may be slightly radioactive right now, so… watch out for that.”

“Haha, YES!” Mabel pumped her fist. “Soon I’ll have magic glitter dandruff!”

“Ask him about the boat trip, ask him about the boat trip!” Dipper whispered in Mabel’s ear. She waved him off.

“So nice of you to show up,” Stan said, getting up and punching his brother on the shoulder. “Did you finish cleaning all of your science crap out of the parlor?”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Ford countered, and then paused. “Mostly. Almost. There’s too many people in there right now anyway. But hold on – I only see Mabel. Where’s my former apprentice?”

“MABEL HE’S TALKING ABOUT ME,” Dipper hissed. “Tell him I want to know about his trip and the sea monsters and the cursed gold doubloons he’s hiding from Stan and -”

“Dipper’s right here!” Mabel chirped. “He’s just invisible right now! Speaking of, Grunkle Stan, did you get a sacrifice for him?”

“You know I did, sweetie.” Stan picked up his eight-ball cane and gestured down the hall. “But today’s an important day. He’s not getting none of that rodent’s blood hootenanny we usually get him. We got something special.”

Mabel started hopping up and down so violently that the walls shook and everyone had to cover their ears. “What does that mean!!!!!!!!”

Stan hoisted Mabel up onto his shoulders. “How about you come and look for yourself before you blow the whole house down?”

Mabel cackled. “Onwards, Stan-oshima!”

Dipper eyed his sister jealously, and then floated over to Ford and pretended to sit on his shoulders. He and Mabel stuck their tongues out at each other playfully, forgetting to pay attention to where they were being carried, until -

“SURPRISE!”

Dipper and Mabel both flinched at the chorus of voices, and Mabel almost toppled off of Stan’s shoulders. It was a moment before they could take in the sight in front of them, but by then, Stan had placed Mabel on the floor and people were already coming up to her and hugging her.

“Dude, so good to see you!” Wendy said. “Where’s your bro at?”

Soos pushed up next to Wendy. “Mabel! You made it! Is Dipper here too?”

“Hey, it’s my turn to talk to her,” Pacifica drawled. “You’re lucky I’m even here – my parents would never allow it. Good thing they’re in Venice right now. Why can’t I see Dipper?”

Mabel screamed in joy again. “I can’t believe it, all of our friends are here! Wendy and Soos and Pacifica and Candy and Grenda and Robbie and Thompson and that weird guy who likes America! You all made it! And bro-bro’s right here,” she added, grabbing her incorporeal brother and squeezing him close. “We just haven’t summoned him yet!”

“Sixer. That’s our cue,” Stan said from behind them.

Dipper and Mabel turned around to see Stan and Ford each holding a cake with the number “14″ written in the center. Stan placed his cake on the table, while Ford carried his over to an empty space of the floor where a summoning circle had been drawn out. He placed the cake in the middle, and pulled out a vial of blue liquid from his lab coat. He uncorked it, dropped the liquid into the circle, and then paused.

“Uhh, remind me what the incantation is?” he asked.

“It’s stella splendidum, te invoco -” Dipper started.

Mabel cut him off by grabbing his sides, effortlessly lifting him up, and throwing him at the circle. He squealed in surprise, his little wings flapping frantically as he toppled through the air. He came to a stop a few feet above the circle, at which point Mabel shouted, “COME ON OUT, DIPDOPS!”

Another yelp, and Dipper was yanked out of the Mindscape and into the real world. The cake they sacrificed to him disappeared, replaced by a very nervous looking demon. Even though Dipper trusted his friends in Gravity Falls to be more supportive than his parents, it had been a long time since he’d seen some of these people, and, well, things sure had changed even since the Transcendence. He felt every eye in the room fall on him, examining his fancy attire, his sharp teeth, his pointed ears and gold-on-black eyes.

And then they began to cheer.

“Good to see you little man!” Old Man McGucket yodeled.

The Multibear growled softly. “Such a lovely gathering now that you’re here.”

“The Mystery Twins are back!” Candy joined in.

An incredible sense of relief washed over Dipper. Mabel pushed her way through her friends and pulled him into a tight hug again.

“Can you believe it, bro-bro?” she said, giggling as the rest of the crowd rushed in to join her. “Everyone made it!”

“Yeah, this is incredible!” Dipper wiped a golden tear away from his eye. “Everyone’s still here. Everything’s still okay.”

“Hope you like it, kiddos,” Stan said, ruffling his hair just as Ford did Mabel’s. “Happy birthday.”

The twins grinned. The remaining cake was passed through the crowd until it was resting in front of them.

“Don’t forget to make a wish!” Grenda shouted.

Dipper laughed. “I don’t know about you, Mabes, but I’ve already got my wish.”

“Me too, bro-bro,” Mabel replied. “Although I wouldn’t say no to backstage passes to the Boyz 4 Now concert, or maybe a jetpack, or…”

“Just blow out the candles, dummy,” he retorted.

The crowd of their friends and family started chanting “Blow! Out! The candles! Blow! Out! The candles!” The birthday twins nodded and grabbed each other’s hands. They both drew in a large breath. They blew as hard as they could.

Applause rippled through the room, and Mabel and Dipper were happy.

—

At 5am, there was a soft blip, and two teenagers appeared in a bedroom in Piedmont, California. A newly 14-year old girl’s head peeked out the door, looked toward the other end of the hall, and then pulled back into the room.

“Looks like we got away with it, bro-bro!” Mabel whispered. “That was the best sneak out to Gravity Falls to date!”

“It sure was,” he replied, and a warbling note of gratitude filled his voice. “It sure was.”

(AO3 link)

[cg29]

4 Very Old But Short fics for the birthday boy himself - Virgil Tracy 💚

Sorry for not adding the Read More option, it doesn’t appear to be working.

***

1: 15th August - From Virgil Drabbles, C1.

I’ve been here before and I always swear, ‘Never Again!’

But then… It’s over and for a few seconds, which always feels longer, I hear nothing. Then the sound I’ve been waiting for… That first cry, followed by:

“Congratulations, it’s a boy!”

The relief washes over me, as I look to my husband. The obvious pride flowing from him as our new baby is placed in my arms, and his soulful eyes lock with mine.

“Do you have a name?” Someone asks.

It’s at that moment I know I’ll be here again.

“Yes,” I nod, “his names Virgil… Virgil Tracy.”

***

2: The Birthday Gift, part 1. Brotherly Love - From The Tracy Family, C4.

‘Mm, 7am.’ Virgil thought to himself as he opened his eyes slightly and glanced at the clock. ‘A couple of more hours will be good.’ To make himself more comfortable, Virgil rolled over in his bed, with his eyes shut, puffing up his pillow as he did so. Letting out a comforting sigh, his eyes flickered open and then shut. ‘Wait, what the…’ Virgil’s eyes shot open again. Okay, his eyes weren’t deceiving him. There was his oldest brother, sat on a chair next to his bed, bouncing up and down, like a nonstop Jack-In-The-Box. “Scott, its 7am.”

“Yes and?” Scott said happily, as he continued to bounce up and down on his chair.

“Scott, what is wrong with you… Or should I really ask, how much candy have you eaten?”

“None, yet… But the day is young!”

“And how many coffees have you had?”

“Only 2. Although I did have 3 energy drinks as well this morning.”

“Yes, I can tell!”

“Well, I needed the energy to keep me going for your big day.”

Seriously Scott, you are like this every year with all of our birthdays and I’m sure you get worse every year.”

“Yes, and?” Scott replied beaming like a Cheshire Cat.

“You do realise I’m 22 and not 10 today.”

“So?”

“Scott, we’re not kids anymore!”

Scott stopped bouncing up and down and surveyed his younger brother. “Yes, you are… You see little bro, in my head all I see is the excited kid who would rush out of bed so that he could open his presents, before shovelling down pancakes for breakfast and then stuffing himself silly later in the day with his birthday cake. I’m afraid Virg, that you are stuck with this for life. Even when we are all grey and old… I’ll be waking you all up early for your birthdays, even if I need to hit you with my walking stick to get you up. Besides, you need to get out of bed because Alan and Tin-Tin get back from their honeymoon later and it would be rude not to be awake and alert for when they arrive. Plus, Kyrano is making all of us pancakes, Grandma is making you a birthday cake, Penny is flying out here as well, then we can all have a big party later tonight and you can open all your presents.”

“Presents?” Virgil asked with a grin.

“Yes, presents… Lots and lots of presents. Of course, my present to you is obviously the best!” Scott started to become excited and began bouncing up and down on his chair.

Virgil lay on his bed and shook his head. “You know who you remind me of when you bounce up and down like that?”

“No, who?” Scott inquired beginning to clap his hands together joyfully as he continued to bounce up and down.

Virgil let out a laugh. “Tigger, from Winnie The Pooh.”

“Who...Hoo…Hoo…Hoo” Scott bellowed out loud at the top of his voice.

“You’re not letting me get back to sleep again, are you?” Virgil asked pulling his big eyes look at Scott.

“Nope! And you should know by now that look doesn’t work on me.”

“Please Scott, just 1 more hour? Then I’ll promise to get up.” Virgil pleaded, pulling his big eyes face again.

Scott stopped bouncing up and down and tilted his head sideways as he looked at his younger brother. “Okay, just 1 hour, and if you’re not up then I’m dragging you out of this bed.”

“Deal.” Virgil answered, relieved that he may finally get some more sleep.

Scott stood up and turned towards the door as Virgil settled himself down in his bed. “Nah, changed my mind.” Scott said as he turned back towards Virgil pulling the blanket of him. Virgil went bright red and made a grab for the blanket pulling it back over himself. “Oh, err… Sorry Virg. Err. Maybe I should have got you some Pyjamas for your birthday instead? Yes, anyways, I’ll be going… and let you get ready… Don’t be too long Virgie…

“Okay Scott, I’m getting up. Now get out.”

“Okay, I’m going.” Scott went towards the door.

“Oh, and Scott…”

“Yes bro?”

“Don’t call me Virgie!”

“Okay, okay,” Scott went to pull the door shut calling out to Virgil as he did, “see you in a bit. Oh, and happy birthday… Virgie!”

***

3: The Birthday Gift, part 2. The Last Gift - From The Tracy Family, C5.

Virgil sat by his piano in a world of his own, playing some new music, he had received for his birthday. Meanwhile, Jeff Tracy stood leaning against the doorway listening to the beautiful melodies that were flowing from his artistic son. “Virg?”

“Virgil glanced up from the piano and smiled at his father. “Oh, hi dad. Sorry I didn’t see you there.”

Jeff walked over to his middle child and sat next to him. “Did you have a good birthday?”

Virgil grinned while he continued to play the piano. “It was fantastic dad, thank you for the party.”

“Anytime son,” Jeff replied, pulling Virgil into a warm embrace.

Virgil returned the hug and then looked at his father. “Is everything okay dad?”

“Yes, it’s fine. I just… I wanted to let you know how proud of I am of you, all that you have achieved and everything I know you will become.”

“Thanks dad,” Virgil replied slightly blushing.

“Plus, I wanted to give you this,” Jeff pulled out a small box and a card from his pocket and handed it over to Virgil.

Virgil took the gift and card from his father and held it in his hands. “Thanks dad.”

“It’s not actually from me,” Jeff looked down, then back up into Virgil’s eyes, “it’s… it’s from your mother.”

“Ah?” Virgil responded looking at the gift in confusion.

Jeff breathed in deeply and continued. “Your mother’s family have always had a tradition… On a child’s first birthday the mother will chose a small gift that can be found within the home that they believe encompasses their child’s personality. They will wrap it and put it away ready for when they turn 22.”

“Oh… Why 22 and not 21?” Virgil asked.

Jeff chuckled to himself. “I remember asking your mother the same question. Apparently, even though 21 is usually seen as someone stepping into adulthood, the family itself felt that 22 was the official age, because when you are 22 then you’ve officially left those childhood years behind and become an adult… Your mother really wanted to continue this tradition and I remember how happy she had been, when it came to her picking out the gift, wrapping it and then writing the accompanying note… A short time after she had passed, I found the gifts for all of you boys packed carefully away. I decided that she would want all of you to receive them as planned… So, I gave Scott and John theirs when they reached 22, and now… Now it’s time for yours.” Virgil glanced thoughtfully at the gift and card in his hands, unsure of what to do. “Do you want me to stay, while you open it?”

Virgil nodded, carefully opened the card and began to read.

… …

My darling Virgil.

So, today is your 22nd birthday, that’s hard for me to imagine right now as I sit here writing this on your 1st birthday and stare over at you fast asleep in your father’s arms.

I know my son, that whatever you do, or whatever you will become, I will always be proud, and both myself and your father will always be there to hold you whenever you need a helping hand.

The gift I have chosen for you encompasses something I have noticed from the beautiful personality that you are starting to develop. Ever since you were born you have been soothed by music, whether that be a record, when I am singing you a lullaby, or when I am practising on my beloved piano. So, that is why I feel that this gift is perfect for you.

Always here, never far.

Your mother. xx

… …

Virgil with tears in his eyes passed the card over to his dad and cautiously began to unwrap the gift, revealing a small black box, which when opened played a gentle lullaby. “A Music Box.” Virgil exclaimed, with tears trickling down his face.

Jeff put his arm around his middle child and held him close. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, thank you dad,” Virgil replied wiping the tears away.

Jeff smiled as he looked at the music box. “I should have known she would have given you that music box. You loved that lullaby when you were a baby.”

Virgil smiled. “So, what did Scott and John get?”

“Well, it seems your mother sussed you all out really well. John was given a golden star that used to hang on the Christmas tree, he had been so fascinated by that star, even though he wasn’t that old on his first Christmas. He was also enamoured with the star mobile we had above his bed, I remember your mother saying he would probably end up in space just like me… And Scott…” Jeff let out a laugh. “Scott was always trying to climb the furniture and jump of it. Whenever he saw a bird or an aeroplane he would go quiet and watch with fascination. Your mother gave him an old air loom of her grandfathers, a small-scale Spitfire… Anyway, everyone is probably gathered in the kitchen waiting for you to cut your cake, are you coming?”

Virgil nodded, carefully picked up his gift and card. Then with his father’s arm placed around him they both left the room.

***

4: Birthday Wish.

Eighteen.

My first without you

Only one month you’d been gone

Our tears were still new.

Yet despite our grief

and my reluctance to celebrate

A party was given

In honour of the date.

Family and close friends

And no rescue calls

A good time was had

By one and all.

Then right at the end

After many speeches filled with praise

A cake was presented

With candles ablaze

Close your eyes they said

And concentrate really hard

Then make a wish

For whatever is in your heart.

So, I closed my eyes

And those candles I blew

I wished for you to return

But it never came true.

…

Nineteen and Twenty

One injured, the other a major rescue call

Yet at the end of each day

I was presented with a birthday ball

After food and drinks

And everyone felt contented

A cake with candles aflame

Was once again presented

Time to make a wish

My family all said

So I hoped and I prayed

And I pictured you in my head

Then, I closed my eyes

And those candles I blew

I wished for you to return

But it never came true.

…

Twenty-One.

Was the biggest of them all

Except by pretending to forget

Their plans went slightly AWOL

A diversion rescue

That was meant to just stall

Swallowed my whole day

And made me miss this year’s ball

The very next day

Although I’d protested

They offered to make it up

And a birthday cake was presented.

I gazed down

Twenty-one candles all gleamed

All awaiting my hopes

And my dreams

So, I closed my eyes

And those candles I blew

I wished for you to return

But it never came true.

… …

Twenty-Two and Twenty-Three

Had candles shining bright

Would these years come true

If I wished with all of my might

So, I closed my eyes

And those candles I blew

I wished for you to return

But it never came true.

… …

Twenty-Four

A trip to our other home

Gran Roca Ranch

Where we had all grown.

A morning with the horses

An afternoon barbecue

The evening watching the sunset

Where my silent thoughts turned to you

Were you still out there

Or were you really gone

Would we ever know

Or was it time we moved on.

Except I couldn’t give in

Not yet, not ever

This year if I wished harder

Maybe my next birthday would be better

So, I closed my eyes

And those candles I blew

I wished for you to return

And on my twenty-fifth birthday it came true.

[fangirllifu]

Sweet Like Pudding Ch. 22

Italics - thoughts

It's been roughly two months since the end of the training camp. Kanna and Kenma had kept in touch. They chatted and even video called at times, as she does her homework and Kenma plays his games. They'd talk about the troublesome people surrounding them, Kuroo and Koutarou, Kenma's teammates annoying him, and just whatever topic Kanna has on her mind on that specific day.

Much to the delight of Akaashi, who found out they kept contact, despite Kanna trying her best to hide it (she still doesn't know that he knows). It wasn't really that hard for him to figure it out though, what with how much she's recently been glued to her phone and all the smiles she tries oh so terribly to not make them notice. Koutarou maybe, but not him. But in the meantime, he'll keep this all to himself and he'll let the others find out on their own. It's more fun this way anyway. Plus, he gets more pictures for the scrapbook and to possibly bribe Kenma with in the future.

Currently Kanna and Akaashi were at Kanna's home/apartment doing their respective assignments. After a straight hour of continuous studying, they decided to take a break, which reminded Kanna of an upcoming special occasion.

"Hey Keiji, you know how its Kou's birthday next week right?" Kanna brought up the topic, earning a nod from the male.

"We should really do something, even if it's small. Or else he'll whine about it." She grimaces, to which Akaashi shows a sympathetic expression of agreement.

"Small party after school at the house?" Akaashi suggests.

"I'll talk to Aunty then. We should invite Kuroo right?" She nods and adds in question, sure that her cousin would be delighted to have his best friend there.

Akaashi nods. "You can ask Kenma if the both of them are free."

"Hm. I'll ask then." Kanna then got her phone out and proceeded to type a message to Kenma.

—Hey, Kenma

—Are you free to talk? Keiji and I were wondering about something

She had just pressed send, when she suddenly realized something. "Wait, how did you—"

Only to be cut off by the sound of her phone ringing, indicating an incoming call. She pressed accept, and put it on speaker phone so Akaashi could be included in the conversation as well.

—Call—

"Hello, Kenma?"

"Yes?"

"Ah! Keiji's here with me and we were just wondering if you and Kuroo would be free next week for Kou's birthday?"

"Hmm... That's on Thursday, right?"

"Yes"

"I'd have to ask Kuroo if we have practice on that day. Though I'm sure he'd want to attend, since it is Bokuto's birthday. But we might be late in case we do have practice."

"That's alright Kozume. I'm sure Bokuto-san would be glad with just the mere fact that the two of you are coming to attend." Akaashi interjects.

"I see. Is that all?"

"Yes, thank you so much. I'm sorry if we interrupted anything." Kanna replies in a grateful but apologetic tone.

"Its fine, you didn't. I'll just message you when I have Kuroo's answer."

"Okay! Thank you again! Bye~"

"Hn"

—Call End—

"That went well." Kanna smiles looking towards Akaashi, only to see him staring down at her phone with a contemplative expression.

"Ken-kun?" Akaashi asks, lifting his head up and looking at her highly amused with the unexpected discovery.

"W-h-a-t~" Kanna drawled, looking away from Akaashi in embarrassment.

"Dang it! I was hoping he wouldn't notice it. But of course, he did!" She thought, slightly troubled.

Akaashi merely shook his head in mirth at her denial. "So, plans?"

"Right! Hm~ It's his last birthday before he graduates, so we need to do something a little special. It doesn't have to be big, just, I don't know… memorable?" Kanna vaguely reasons.

"We could have the usual team celebration moved to the morning instead of morning practice. We would have to get the coach's permission, but I'm sure he could make an exception." Akaashi offers.

"That works. You'll inform the rest?" Kanna asks and Akaashi merely takes out his phone to inform the rest of the team the change of plans for the set date.

"Then we'll have a second party in the afternoon, but this time along with Kuroo and Kenma." Kanna confirms, earning a nod from Akaashi.

"…..What else can we add?" She says as she closes her eyes, deep in thought.

"There's that cake shop downtown that does crazy cakes on request, we could ask them to make one." Akaashi proposes, remembering the shop he walks by every day.

"That's… a wonderful idea Keiji! I'm sure he'd be over the moon! We could split the cost once we get all the details down." Kanna sits up and clasps her hands in delight at the proposition.

"We could go there tomorrow after classes, since we don't have practice." Akaashi suggests, to which Kanna nods in approval.

"Hmm…. Presents?" Kanna asks, wondering if she'll even be able to.

"I don't think we'd have enough money to buy him a separate present. I'm sure the cake would cost a lot, it would be customized after all." Akaashi reasons

Kanna shrugs in response. "Knowing him, he'll be happy with just the cake, so we probably don't even need to get him anything more."

Seeming to come to an agreement, they end the planning there. With that they returned to finishing their works in silence.

—~~~— —~~~— —~~~— —~~~— —~~~— —~~~— 

The day is finally here. Kanna, along with the Fukurodani Team (minus Koutarou), woke up extra early to get the gym ready for the celebration. Kanna arrived on school grounds at about the same time as the rest of the guys, who were carrying a couple decorations, as well as a medium sized box of cake. They hurriedly shuffled towards the gym and quickly got started on things, as it was only a matter of time before the guest of honor arrived.

Meanwhile, Koutarou was having a very good morning. Why, you ask. That's because it's his special day.

"Happy~ Birthday~ to~ me~" He sings in his head. If you squint, you'll see the glowing flowery background surrounding him, as he skips down the street with the biggest and dorkiest smile on his face.

As he reached the school grounds, he began to wonder if his team had remembered the special occasion.

"It's my last year… wonder what I should do with the team?" Koutarou thought as he opened the doors of the gym, only to be greeted with a loud.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAPTAIN!"

There the team, plus his cousin, were gathered as a group in the middle of the gym, wide smiles on their faces. A whiteboard covered in decorations was behind them with the words 'Happy Birthday to the Bestest Captain', in front of them was a table with a medium sized chocolate cake with a single lit candle on top, waiting to be blown.

"YOU GUYS~~!" Koutarou exclaimed as he ran up to join the group.

"Oy Oy! Don't get mushy now!" Konoha yelled alarmed at Koutarou as he got close enough to see the glazed eyes of his Captain.

"Come, blow the candle before it melts on the cake." Shirofuku herds, effectively gathering all of their attention.

They sang him a 'Happy Birthday' with Koutarou enthusiastically joining in. He childishly closed his eyes as he made a wish, smiling brightly as he blew the candle. After a round of clapping and another 'happy birthdays', the group happily cut the cake, excited to dig in on the sweet treat.

Koutarou looked on fondly at every single one of them, saving to memory every single smiling face. He really was glad to have been a part of this team. And he wouldn't trade them for the world. With a big bright smile on his face, he joins in on indulging himself with the chocolate cake in his hand.

—~~~— —~~~— —~~~— —~~~— —~~~— —~~~— 

That afternoon, Akaashi walked with Koutarou back to his house, making sure to keep the older male distracted to not question anything. Though it was proving to be an even easier task than he had anticipated, as Koutarou was much too engrossed in his good mood and was continuously blabbering about to notice anything amiss. Like his currently absent cousin.

Kanna had left early to pick up the cake and prepare for the second part of their surprise, Akaashi only hoped that he was able to stall enough time for her to finish. Nonetheless, Akaashi was thankful as they arrived at the Older Bokuto's household without a hitch.

They walked up to the house, with Koutarou opening the door and greeting in his usual highly enthusiastic way.

"We're home!"

With Akaashi quietly voicing an almost nonexistent, "Excuse me for the intrusion."

"Welcome Home! We're in the kitchen dear!" His mom answers back in the same volume.

They took their shoes off and made their way to the kitchen to be greeted by the two women of the family busy cooking, Koutarou and Kanna's moms.

"Kou-kun! There's the birthday boy! Or should I call you birthday Man~" Kanna's mom exclaims teasingly, causing a loud and jolly laugh to burst from the aforementioned male.

"Hello Keiji-kun, so nice of you to join us again." Koutarou's mom greets with a smile, earning her a respectful nod from the raven-head.

"Kanna-chan's not here?" Koutarou asked as he looked around not noticing any sign of his cousin.

"Oh, she went out to buy matches, saying we ran out. She should be back any minute now." Kanna's mom answers as she goes back to preparing and plating the food.

"Oh—" Koutarou began only to be cut off by the doorbell ringing.

*Ding Dong~*

Koutarou looked questioningly at his mom and aunt, and lastly Akaashi. He knew it wasn't Kanna as she wouldn't have any need to ring the bell, so he wondered if they were expecting anyone. The three only gestured for him to go on ahead and open the door. Shrugging as he complied, Koutarou made his way towards the door. He opened it to see Kuroo and Kenma in front of him, causing him to exclaim.

"Bro!"

And Kuroo answered in equal enthusiasm. "Bro!"

"Bro!"

"Bro!"

This went on for a minute or two, before Kuroo decided to break it.

"Happy Birthday!" Kuroo says.

"Hahahaha! Thanks!" Koutarou chuckles in response, as he ushers Kuroo in so he can close the door behind him. "Come in! Come in!"

Only to freeze along with Kuroo once they turned around. There was Kenma, out of his shoes, looking at them, waiting.

Kuroo recovered first and broke the silence. "Kenma? When did you get there?"

"When you were having your idiotic moment." Kenma deadpanned. He'd sidestepped and chose to ignore the duo sharing a single brain cell, in favor of stepping inside and out of the cold night air.

Koutarou merely shrugged and ushered the two along. "Come, they're in the kitchen."

"Mom! Kuroo and Kenma are here!" He yelled as he skipped in front of the two.

"Hello! Excuse us for the intrusion." Kuroo greets as they came into view, Kenma bows in greeting to the group.

Kenma scans the room and notices Akaashi along with two older women, one who he knows to be the older Bokuto's mom. He glances to the other and thinks. "….she must be Kanna's mom."

"Hello boys! Thank you for coming." Koutarou's mom greets back to the two with a smile.

"Oh! Hello there, I don't believe we've met before?" Kanna's mom looks curiously between the two, making Kenma twitch.

"Aunty, this is my bestest bro Kuroo and this is his childhood friend Kenma. Guys this is my Aunt Kumiko, Kanna-chan's mom." Koutarou introduces, gesturing to each person as he named them.

"Kuroo Tetsurou, Nice to meet you Kumiko-san!" Kuroo respectfully bows.

"Kozume Kenma." Kenma softly says, bowing along with Kuroo.

"So this is him…" Kumiko thought with a warm smile.

"Not much of a talker, are you. Well that's alright, my dear Kanna's the same with people she just met. Nice to meet the both of you too! Thank you for looking out for my baby at the training camp." She nonchalantly waves her hand and fixes the two with a grateful smile.

"It was nothing, Kumiko-san! If anything we should be the ones who are thankful, as she helped us. Speaking of which, where is the little owl?" Kuroo respectfully answers, and wonders as he hasn't seen the younger Bokuto anywhere.

"She stepped out for a bit, she should be back—" Kumiko explains only to be cut off by a loud yell.

"I'm back!" Kanna exclaims, the door closing shut behind her.

"I got the—" She started, but cut herself as she came into view and saw the new additional people.

"Kenma!" She says with a wide smile.

As their eyes locked, the visible change in the male didn't escape those watching the two. He might've been facing away from the group, but they could clearly see how he was much more relaxed than when he first arrived.

"Kuroo-san! You guys made it!" She continues as she turns to the taller male.

"Of course, wouldn't miss it for the world." Kuroo replies with a chuckle at the enthusiasm, and secretly at how Kenma reacted to Kanna's arrival.

"She still calls me with a '-san' though..." He inwardly sighs. "Guess she's not that comfortable with me yet."

"Did you find some, dear?" Her mom interrupts.

"I did!" She answers, brandishing the box of matches in her hand "Let's start?"

"Alright then, Kou-kun close your eyes." Koutarou's mom orders with a clap of her hands.

Koutarou follows, eagerly waiting. Kanna nudges Akaashi and gestures towards the other room for help with the cake. He walks over with her and lifts the cake, with Kanna's guidance, he carefully places it on the table along with the others. Kanna lifts off the covering, causing Kuroo to whistle and Kenma to widen his eyes.

Kuroo's whistle, of course, caused Koutarou to fuss. "What?! What?! I wanna see~!"

"Shh! We're almost done." Kanna remarks as she carefully places the candle on top and lights it. "Okay, done!"

Koutarou opens his eyes and glows—literally glows—in utter delight as he joyfully cheers in happiness. There, in front of him, was the coolest cake he has ever seen. It was an owl cake, but most of all, A Horned Owl cake in his likeness.

"THIS—IT'S— IT'S—WAAAA~!" Koutarou sobbed as he fussed over the cake. Everybody laughed at the birthday boy's antics.

"Alright enough of that, dry your tears Kou-kun and blow the candle or else the it'll melt on the cake." His mom playfully chides.

Koutarou reigns in his composure and closes his eyes to make a wish, before he opens them and blows on the candle. Afterwards, the two ladies ushers the group of teenagers for a picture, laughing at Koutarou's snot and tear stained face.

They all sat down to eat, saying thank you to the two lovely women who prepared everything. A little while after, they were joined by Koutarou's Father who had just gotten off of work. They laughed as Kumiko-san scolded her brother for being late to his own son's birthday party, but it was all in good fun. After the meal, the adults ushered the group into the living room as they cleaned up, refusing help along the way. The five of them sat around the living room as Kuroo presented him his gift.

"My Dude, My Man, My Bro…" Kuroo started, earning groans from three individuals at the side, which he pointedly ignored.

"Kenma and I pitched in to get you this extra special birthday present. And I know you'll love it, so here you go!" He finishes as he hands Koutarou the wrapped present.

Koutarou eagerly rips it open and he beams. Kuroo and Kenma had gifted him a pair of Kneepads. But not just any old pair of kneepads. It was a pair of Owl Kneepads. He laughed and glomped Kuroo, spluttering his many thanks with a big smile on his face.

Meanwhile, Akaashi's eyes twitched in slight irritation, already picturing the impending chaos he'll have to deal with at practice with the addition that's bound to double—if not triple—his Captain's already boundless enthusiasm. Kanna sweat dropped at Akaashi's expression, while Kenma merely looked on unbothered.

"Why, did you agree to that?" Akaashi sighed exasperated, looking at Kenma with a betrayed expression.

"It's what he wanted to get. Kuroo said he found it a while back but didn't have enough money to buy it. So when I proposed on pitching in for a birthday present for Bokuto, he jumped on the opportunity." Kenma shrugged, pointedly ignoring the light glare he was receiving from the taller male.

Kuroo, Kenma and Akaashi didn't stay for long as it was getting late and they all had to take a couple of train rides back, not to mention they still had school early the next day. They all said their thanks to the Bokuto family, and excused themselves. Kumiko-san offered to drive them to the station on their way home, they wanted to refuse, but ultimately they couldn't decline Kanna's mom. So they all piled into Kumiko's car with Kanna on the passenger seat, and the trio at the back.

As Koutarou, his mom and dad, waved watching the car pull out of the drive way. Koutarou began to ponder, he really was blessed. The three years in Fukuroudani had been nothing but wonderful, but this had been the best year out of all for him. And that was because finally. Finally. He'd get to see Kanna, his precious baby cousin, genuinely smile and be happy again.

"Thank you all so much!"

Notes:

Happy Holidays Everyone! Also Happy Birthday Month for our very own Bokuto-Handler who-needs-more-appreciation-and-recognition-for-his-efforts, President Akaashi Keiji!

Here is the b-day special for Bokuto I have promised. I hope you all liked it! The next one (On New Year's) would be Kenma's, please do look forward to that as well.

Please Meet Kanna's mom, Bokuto Kumiko (OC). She's got the signature energetic personality of a Bokuto, and the brains Kanna inherited. She's has no partner and happily enjoying life (not a lot of people are capable of handling a Bokuto, especially a smart one). She's best friends with Akaashi, and regularly gets updates on her baby's recent development (who is clueless).

Once again, I got carried away while writing this chapter. This is by far the longest chapter I have done (so far). But I sure did enjoy myself while writing it, so...

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[noisyquokka]

Slowin’ It Down

pairing: Chan x reader

genre: fluff, humor

length: 1.5k

warnings: Like a few curse words, but other than that, nothing 

Gist- While Chan’s schedule runs at a constant 100 miles an hour, you’re there to remind him that he needs to stop and take time for himself. Even on Valentine’s Day.

@janarine asked: 🙊 with Chan please ^_^ 

person A forgets it’s valentine's day until the last minute and rushes to get a gift for person B.

Wow, I really enjoyed writing this one! Also yeah, a bit late? But I couldn’t let this idea slip by! So I really hope you enjoy reading and thanks for requesting, Jana uwu 💛 Ahem, this might or might not be wholesome™ Woochan content for the most part 👀

3:58 am

Chan rubbed his eyes for the umpteenth time that morning, gazing back at the computer screen. He was tired, but insomnia was a bitch and it made sure to keep him up a little longer. At least until 4 am.

He jumped at the sound of the door opening, Woojin poking his head in the room.

“Dude, you've been at it since eight o’clock last night. You-”

“Need rest, yeah I know.” He tried! He really did! Every time Chan tried to get a blink of rest he'd end up back behind the computer screen. He had songs to finish, the group's comeback sneaking up on him quickly. That wasn't the only thing he had to worry about.

“So, what are you and y/n doing for Valentine's Day?” Woojin asked, sparking up small talk as he sat down on the studio couch. Chan quirked a brow, looking at the calendar. February 13th. No, 14th?!

“Shit, I completely forgot.” He couldn't believe it. How quickly the month had flown by. Not that it was that big a deal, it wasn’t like he fo-

“Hey, it's not like you forgot their birthday!”

Uhm, yeah... Thanks, Woojin!

Chan shook his head, massaging his temple. What could he get you in less than 24 hours? Most of the restaurants would be booked, but of course, he could always make dinner. Maybe not the best idea for someone running on zero hours of sleep…

“If I were you, I’d get them flowers,” Woojin said, looking up from his phone. “The nearest florist can have a bouquet of y/n’s favorite flowers ready to pick up by 9am.” Chan perked up slightly at his mention of you.

“Wait, how do you know what y/n’s favorite flowers are?”

“You seem to have forgotten who introduced you two!” Woojin joked, shooting him a grin. And that was when the light bulb within Chan's mind switched on!

“Woojin, would you be willing to help me cook dinner for tonight?”

“Uh sure, but why don't you just do it on your own? You're the better cook anyway.” He said, slipping his phone in his pocket.

“I'd rather not have the fire department coming to crash the special night. Seeing as I have yet to sleep, you helping me would put me more at ease that everything will go as planned.” Woojin nodded, understanding what Chan was getting at. Now all they needed was the ingredients for your favorite dish.

7:27 am

The trip to the grocery store would have been much quicker had Han Jisung not called.

“We're out of snacks!”

“Pick up some cake at the bakery!”

“We need more toilet paper…”

“What!? Jisung, there’s an unopened pack in the bathroom closet!”

“Yeah, well... Felix and Changbin are making Valentine’s.”

“With the toilet paper?!” Chan asked, tossing a few bags of chips into the cart. At Jisung’s affirmative, Woojin shook his head. How have they survived this long on their own?

“Alright, we’ll get what we can.” Even if they don’t sell toilet paper at the grocery store. Suddenly, the other members could be heard through the phone. Chan quirked a brow, Woojin frowning as well.

~~~

“Jisung, what’s going on over there?”

One glance at you and Jisung knew to keep his mouth shut!

“Oh, uhh.” Think, Jisung! Think! “We were just playing Jenga.” Chan seemed to buy it, finally hanging up with the younger member. And Jisung could finally let out the breath he was holding in, turning to you.

“What are you doing here at almost eight in the morning?!”

“Why? Don't you love me, Ji? What happened to the vows you took when we first established this friendship?” Jisung’s eyes widened. “Vows? What vows?! I don't remember vows!” He panicked, glancing over at Changbin who rolled his eyes.

“She's joking with you, dude! Chill.” Pretty funny coming from a guy making heart-shaped toilet paper Valentine's… You shook your head, heading off towards Chan's room.

“Still curious what you’re doing here!” Jisung called after you.

“I’m not telling any of you! Not after the last time.” You said, walking down the hallway. A chorus of groans and aww come on’s could be heard throughout the dorm.

You set your bag down on Chan’s bed, closing the bedroom door to keep the seven pairs of prying eyes out. And you quickly got to work.

8:45 am

“Got ‘em!”

Chan walked out of the florist, the bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand. Woojin grinned, pushing himself off the brick wall he was leaning on.

“So we’re ready to head back to the dorms?” He asked, pulling the car keys from his pocket. Chan nodded, both of them heading for the car. While Chan didn’t feel especially exhausted, the bags that sat prominent as ever beneath his eyes told a different story. Would he even be capable of cooking dinner, even with the help of his elder hyung?

That would have to wait, his phone vibrating in his jean pocket. It was a text. From you.

Happy Valentine’s Day, you’re my one and only dork 💕

He grinned at the photo you’d sent. You were winking, sending a kiss to the camera. He tapped away at his screen, quickly responding back.

Happy Valentine’s Day, baby! 😘 You’re my one and only Q-T

Chan couldn’t hold back his laughter at your reply, a simple “eww, too cheesy.” making his heart flutter within his chest.

“We’re home,” Woojin said, pulling the key from the ignition and glancing at his friend. “Bro, go in and get some sleep! You look about ready to pass out.” Chan waved him off, grabbing the bags out of the car.

“I’m fine, I swear. Let���s just get the groceries inside.”

Woojin sighed, shaking his head at how stubborn he could be. But eventually grabbed the last of the bags, following him inside. Jisung was the first one to rifle through the grocery bags, pouting as the cake shaped void grew within his heart. Which Felix quickly filled with one of his toilet paper Valentine’s, the two hugging it out at the kitchen island.

“I can’t believe you two used up an entire package of toilet paper for that!” Chan said, placing the bouquet of flowers in a vase. Changbin glared at the leader, picking up all the - *ahem* “Valentines” - off the floor.

“We didn’t have regular paper!”

“Then what exactly do we write our song lyrics on?” Chan quizzed, pausing for a quick second to hear the rappers answer. Changbin kept silent, holding one out to Chan.

You hit all the right notes c:

“It’s too early for this…” Chan muttered, making his way down the hallway. He opened his bedroom door, rubbing his eyes before falling onto the mattress. The things that could fly over one’s head when tired…

“Chris.”

You chuckled at the way he jumped, the sound of your voice startling him. Chan sat up in his spot, confusion washing over his face.

“Y/n, what are you doing here!?”

You quirked a brow, gesturing to your surroundings.

“Notice anything different?” You asked, making your way towards him. And finally, he realized what you were talking about. The candles. The freshly made bed. The clean clothes laid out next to him on the mattress. You sat yourself in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I can’t believe you! The guys didn’t say a word to me!” He wrapped his arms around your waist, massaging your hip bone out of habit. You laughed, closing your eyes momentarily.

“That’s because I told them to keep their mouths shut! Actually, Woojin was the only one I told.” Chan locked eyes with you, surprised by your answer. You had a way of surprising him. There was never a dull moment in your relationship, even if to some people it didn’t show. You pressed your lips to his cheek, slowly falling to his jawline.

“Get changed. I’ll be right back.” You murmured, slipping out of his arms. But Chan was having none of that! He quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling you back on the bed. Your laughter was music to his ears, your smile sending him to the moon. How’d he get so lucky?

“You need to sleep, Mr. Workaholic!” You said, sweeping a stray hair from his eyes. “This is what I had planned all along; a day of rest and relaxation.”

Chan smiled up at you, closing his eyes from the feeling of your hands in his hair. He wasn’t complaining. While he was definitely stubborn, he knew when he needed to shut down. When you were around, that was especially easy to do. You made it easy.

“I love you, y/n. So much.”

“Do you know how not to be cheesy?”

That earned you a chuckle and a lazy smirk, Chan switching places with you on the bed. And instead of a snarky comment, he replied by pressing his lips to yours. It only took a moment for him to pull away, drowsiness taking over his mind.

“I’m serious.” He murmured, burying his head in the crook of your neck. You smiled to yourself, continuing to play with his brown locks.

“I love you too, Chris.” You whispered, staring up at the ceiling. A feeling of pure elation washed over you, a smile tugging at your lips. You could rest peacefully, knowing your voice and your heartbeat were the last things Chan heard as he slipped into a deep slumber for the first time in a while.

Another drabble checked off the list!!! If you’ve come this far, let me know your thoughts. And of course, if you’ve got any requests, don’t hesitate to send one in! Thanks for reading 💛

[dreamstormdragon]

SFIT Chronicles - “Special Yet Dreaded Day”

Special Yet Dreaded Day

It was Valentine’s Day in San Fransokyo. Plenty of couples going about enjoying their day and plenty of chocolate to go around for everyone.

Honey Lemon was excited for today. She giggled as she looked down at the heart shaped box of chocolates she had made for Tadashi. While they had only been dating for roughly five months it felt like it had been longer than that. Either way, she was excited to give it to him.

She made her way for his lab. Though, her smile soon faded as she saw the lab was empty… and there was a huge pile of valentines at the door of the lab.

“He’s not here.”

Honey Lemon looked to the side to see Hiro passing by, holding a box with a ribbon behind his back.

“Where is he then?” she asked.

“Probably at home or something but don’t say that out loud.” Hiro looked around before looking back to her. “You two may be dating buuuuut that doesn’t stop girls from wanting to give him stuff. Considering a tradition us boys follow around here.”

“What tradition-Oh!” Honey Lemon cringed a bit. “White Day.”

“Yep. Cause then he owes them chocolate.” He replied, keeping his voice low. “Besides, today’s something else besides Valentines too.”

“And that would be…?”

“I’d say what it is but it’s not safe here.” Hiro looked at the box behind his back. “If you want in on the secret, come by the cafe later. I can tell you there.”

Honey Lemon was confused but nodded, wondering what it was that was so secretive.

It was a few hours before she could get to the cafe, hoping to get an answer… and to see Tadashi.

“Hello?” She called looking, around. It was surprisingly empty in the cafe despite it being Valentine's day.

“Upstairs.” Hiro called.

Honey Lemon headed upstairs, seeing Tadashi’s friends, Alice and Charlie, going over some kind of plans written on a sheet of paper with Hiro and Kathleen.

Alice looked up.

“Ah, there’s the girlfriend of his.” Alice grinned. “I don’t think we’ve met properly.”

“I don’t believe so.” Honey Lemon smiled. “Akio Miyazaki but everyone calls me Honey Lemon.”

“Ah, cute nickname. I’m Alice, that’s my brother Charlie and I’m sure you’ve met Kit Kat.”

“Alice… Ah! A!”

“Yep.” The two girls laughed a bit. “So, I take it Hiro didn’t tell you anything?”

“No, he didn’t. What’s going on?”

Alice sighed a bit.

“Swear Dashi still has stuff to answer to.” She muttered before perking up. “Today, besides being Valentine's Day, also marks the day that twenty years ago, Tadashi was born.”

“... It’s his birthday?” Honey Lemon gasped. “And he didn’t tell me!?”

“Oh hon’, it’s not you. He really hates that his birthday is on this day. School was especially annoying back when we were in high school.”

“Yeeeeeeah girls would give him double the amount of chocolate and wouldn’t stop trying to please him.” Hiro rolled his eyes. “If I didn’t know any better I would think he had a whole herd of yanderes after him.”

Kathleen shuddered.

“I remember and I swear some of them were psycho…. So, yeah, Tadashi doesn’t like talking about it. So, it’s no surprise he hasn’t told you. I’m sure he would eventually buuuut last I remember, he hasn’t known you or the others very long.”

“About a year, yes.”

“That’s the thing.” Charlie chimed in. “We’ve known since we were little kids. He just probably didn’t want to bug you or make you feel obligated to get him two gifts or something. You’d think he’d like a girl fussing over him but nope… and can’t blame him, given his past history. So, we wind up planning the day so he can avoid admirers.”

“I see…” Honey Lemon hummed in thought. “Is… he here?”

“In the garage.” Alice smiled gently. “I’d go say hi if I were you. I’m sure he’d be happy to see you.”

Honey Lemon nodded, making her way down to the ground floor. Sure enough, Tadashi was there, organizing his medical kit, a bit of a sad look on his face, Baymax standing not too far from the young man.

Honey Lemon walked over to him quietly before speaking softly.

“Tada?”

He jumped a little, looking up, a surprised expression on his face.

“H-Honey. I… I’m so sorry I wasn’t at the lab today.” He gave a sheepish look. “I-”

“It’s okay. Honest. Everyone told me.” She gave him a concerned look. “You okay?”

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I wish I had been more patient twenty years ago to wait one more day but yeah.”

Honey Lemon shook her head, sitting next to him.

“Some things just can’t be helped… and it’s okay you weren’t at school. There was a huge stack of chocolates that Hiro gladly donated to little kids to eat instead of you.” She touched his shoulder. “I just wish I could make it better somehow.” She looked behind her at the box she had brought for him.

I’m not even sure I should give him these…

Tadashi followed her gaze, giving a small grin.

“I mean… I still like chocolate.” He murmured.

Honey Lemon smiled a little.

“You sure you want these?”

“Hm… Well… are they for Valentines or my birthday?”

“Hm…” She handed them to him. “Birthday. You do not owe me anything on White Day.”

Tadashi gave her a grateful look, hugging her tightly.

“Thank you..”

Honey Lemon hugged him back.

“Anytime… Besides, I don’t charge friends or people I love for chocolate I made for them.”

Tadashi pulled back, surprised.

“These are homemade?”

“Yup and different flavors too. Coconut, dark chocolate, caramel and no peanuts obviously but you get the idea.”

Tadashi smiled warmly, looking at the box before hugging her again.

“I swear you are the best girlfriend ever.”

“Say that after you tried one silly.”

Tadashi kissed her head before taking the lid off the box, popping a chocolate into his mouth. He closed his eyes, sighing happily.

“Mm… Coconut. That tastes so good, Akio.. Seriously, these are the best I’ve had.”

Honey Lemon giggled, blushing.

“I’m glad you like them.”

He smiled, kissing her head again, bringing an arm around her shoulders.

“Thanks again.” He gave a bit of a teasing look. “So, can I say you’re the best girlfriend now?”

“Hm… Ah, what the heck?” She grinned before kissing him right on the lips.

He got a silly grin on his face before kissing her.

Click.

They quickly parted, looking to Baymax, seeing an image of them on his stomach before images of everyone else’s contacts were shown.

“And sent.”

“AH!”

“Hiro wasn’t kidding.” Tadashi deadpanned.

Both heard a loud squeal from upstairs followed by the sound of footsteps and soon Alice and Kathleen came crashing down the stairs with Hiro and Charlie right behind them.

“YOU TWO ARE SO CUTE!” Alice and Kathleen said, squealing with delight.

Charlie smirked.

“Way to go Dashi-boy.”

Tadashi blushed.

“Oh, go eat a football.”

“Happy Birthday to you too.”

“Well hold a minute everyone.”

All looked to see Aunt Cass was now present, a cake in her hands… and the rest of the nerd lab behind her.

“Let’s not forget a birthday is not complete without a cake.”

Tadashi grinned, going over to her.

“Thanks, Aunt Cass… and thanks guys.”

“Anything for you, man.”

“Yeah! To another year!”

Tadashi sighed happily before blowing out the candles.

A new year full of possibilities… and no more hospital trips.

“So, what’d you wish for bro?” Hiro asked as the elder Hamada shrugged, bringing an arm around him, ruffling his hair.

,

“Can’t tell you, otherwise, it won’t come true.”

“Aw come on!”

“Nope! C’mon let’s go back upstairs and eat!”

Everyone headed on upstairs, Tadashi being the last to follow, sighing happily as he entered the living room, seeing everyone he cared about right there.

I wouldn’t mind more birthdays being like this.

Nice and quiet and with the best friends I could ever ask for right here.

oooooo

So, this is a headcanon of mine and AIleen’s for awhile now, regarding Tadashi’s birthday and wondering what it would be like for him. Alas, it’s a special day but he’s gotta avoid trouble.  Luckily he’s got his friends and his family by his side.

Happy Valentines Day!!!