#happy birthday cutie

[amoressb]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNGWON MY POOKIE WOOKIE AHHHHHHH <3333

[fr33time]

♥︎Happy Birthday my Dearest Business Partner♥︎

Divider credits: @enchanthings-a A/N: For Ritsu’s birthday that was a couple days ago! I really like him and he deserves a happy birthday fic. I got his most recent card twice on different accounts, so it’s safe to say that I’m happy with how his birthday turned out. He looks absolutely adorable in both of his cards, but he looks stunning in his knight of pentacles card. I’ll stop raving about Ritsu but watch out for the next couple days because I may release another fanfic (MAYBE), have a lovely day!

Genre: Fluff, oneshot

Pairing: Ritsu x !reader

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Ritsu was a difficult person to shop for, even though you were business partners you weren’t sure what he would like as a birthday present. The general store didn’t have much in terms of gift-worthy items, a few knick knacks here and there but you wanted to give Ritsu a gift that he would actually use and appreciate. If you knew him, you’d know that Ritsu strives for practical rather than frivolous.

You still had a few hours before you met up with him at the mystery diner, and you couldn’t go up to him without getting him a birthday present. You looked in your wallet and remembered that Haru paid you for helping around Jabberwock despite the fact that the safari park is in a tough financial situation at the moment. You weren’t sure what to do with the money until you remembered what happened the last time that you two were investigating someone.

It was a few weeks ago and Ritsu pulled you along to follow some students that were suspected of cheating in Sinostra’s casino. He stayed 20 feet behind them for most of the day, and even got an R&R permit to get proof that they cheated, Ritsu usually focuses on his own investigations, but this was a special request from Romeo and he offered to pay double for Ritsu’s time. The investigation went on with little to no evidence, the students had wallets full of cash but you two had no way to prove that they cheated unless they admitted to it on Ritsu’s recorder.

Both of you stopped at a store nearby because Ritsu needed new stationary items. He makes sure to compare items and check reviews to get the most use out of his pens and notebooks.

“Hm…” Ritsu pondered to himself as he looked at two different brands of soft-ring notebooks. “This one has sturdier pages but less pages, and it looks like pen ink will leak through this one if you use the wrong brand but it has more pages.” He looked so serious when he was comparing the two items, deciding which one is worth his time. He turned to you and gave you both of the notebooks, “Tell me what you think MC.”

You looked through both of them but took more interest in the book with sturdier pages. “This one looks better, even though it costs more and has less pages I feel like you should stick to quality over quantity if you’re writing with pen. You don’t want the ink to bleed through and make it harder to read your work.” You handed the sturdier book to Ritsu and he took it in his own with a smile on his face.

“I’ll get 3 then, you can never be too prepared.” He took off to the cash register and paid for his new notebooks and a few other things that he needed. It felt special that Ritsu asked you for your input, even if it was for something as meaningless as stationary. While you were waiting for the worker to scan his items, you caught Ritsu looking at a box intently. You looked closed and realized that he was looking at a fountain pen, it was an expensive one that costed way more than what Ritsu bought his books for. It was probably more than what he brought on your trip outside of the academy. You see Ritsu use that brand for his pens, and even though he looked like he wanted it, he dismissed it and walked back to the train station.

You closed your wallet and decided the perfect gift for Ritsu, it wouldn’t be too difficult to get an R&R permit so you walked straight to the offices to get approved.

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You walked into the mystery diner with a box and a small note in your back pocket, you didn’t want Ritsu to see what you got him yet. As you approached him, you saw various papers set up on the table you two sat at, how curious. You slipped into the seat on the opposite side of the booth and picked up a document to look at its contents.

“I got voice recordings and photo evidence of those two students cheating in the casino. I’m finalizing the papers now and I need you to look through them.” You looked at him a bit dumbfounded, and looked through the photos that he took. “You’re working on your birthday?”

“Work hours aren’t over yet, and I won’t rest until there’s justice.” You smiled a bit at his antics, of course he’s working. You pulled your present from your back pocket and kept it hidden under the table, “Before I read these over, I want to give you something.” Ritsu questioned you as you got up from the booth and sat beside him, holding out your gift for him.

“Happy Birthday Ritsu, I want you to open it here.” You looked at him expectedly, waiting for him to take it. He hesitated for a moment but took it and looked at the note that was written on the box.

“Happy Birthday my dearest business partner, you deserve it =)

-From, MC”

A small blush crept on his face while reading the note, carefully opening the box to reveal the fountain pen he longed for in the store.

There was silence as Ritsu’s eyes widened and went to open the package and put the ink cartridge in the pen. He waited for a few minutes for the ink to set in and spoke up, “You went to the store for this?” He looked you in the eyes and the small blush was still evident on his face. You nodded your head and smiled at him. He looked through the binder he carried around with him, and opened it up to grab a scrap piece of paper. He took the pen in his hand and drew a few lines to let the ink flow and wrote his signature.

“It’s comfortable in my hand and the flow of the pen is beyond adequate, thank you for the gift, it’s lovely.” Ritsu’s gaze softened and he flashed you a small smile. You blushed and returned the gesture to him, he really just said that your gift was lovely!

“Well.. I can read those documents now and see if everything is in order.” You picked up a small pile of papers and straightened them on the table to signify that you want to get to business. “Perfect, we’ll submit them after checking how fool proof this evidence is.”

You two found comfort in working beside each other, he didn’t notice how close you two got after a certain point. Whenever you looked over you saw Ritsu using his new fountain pen to sign papers.

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[somefinn-g]

Happy Birthday Nilou 🪷

[teenagechildtyphoon]

Happy birthday to the most handsome man ever

[seventhcallisto]

For ateez I’m sorry I was typing too fast

Omg I just got ur request HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! I hope your day goes exactly how you want it. I'm gonna get to working on it asap !! Thanks for sending it in!! I love sending gifts AHHH

[sleepygetou]

Happy Birthday Suguru~ ♡

[anorlondo00]

finally got the black cat comfortable around you now he won’t stop yapping

[heroinecomplication]

Happy 264'th birthday, slut.

(Omg he's so cute help me)

[megumiluvv]

On Megumi’s birthday, Gojo couldn’t help but bring a photo album to dinner. Megumi already knew how embarrassing this dinner was going to be for him. Especially with you around to see when he was younger.

“Oh! Look at this one. Learning how to ride a bike!” Gojo coos at the younger Megumi sat atop a bicycle, knee scraped and dogs chasing after him, determined look on the child’s face.

“Oh wait wait wait! What about when he first celebrated Father’s Day for me? He was soo embarrassed but it made me so happy!”

A photo of Gojo, Megumi, and Tsumiki gathered around a table, presumably Shoko taking the photograph is pushed into the center of the table. Gojo’s smiling brightly and holding a cake that says “no. 1 dad” in blue sprinkles and Megumi’s looking away with flushed cheeks. Tsumiki has her signature soft smile and Gojo’s sunglasses are hanging onto her nose. A “world’s best dad” mug is seen in the corner of the photo.

“Gojo, this is embarrassing,” your boyfriend mutters.

“Aww, and here’s the first birthday he celebrated with me!” Gojo ignores Megumi’s complaints.

A chocolate cake with a big “5” candle in the center sits in front of the birthday boy in the photograph. He’s got a pouty flustered expression and his arms are crossed, almost the same as he is currently. Wrapping paper can be seen in the background, his dogs tearing it up. The present sits on the couch in the background: an iPod and headphones.

The next photo is Megumi blowing out said candles, you can’t help but wonder what he wished for. You may not know, but Megumi remembers. He wished for his family to never break apart. And that Tsumiki would pass her upcoming test at the time.

The photo after that is Megumi’s face being shoved into the cake, Gojo’s wide grin almost making you imagine as if you were there yourself. The next picture is a grumpy Megumi summoning his dogs to attack Gojo, chocolate covering your boyfriend’s younger face.

You can’t help but laugh. “Megumi, you were so cute as a kid!”

You hear the dark-haired male grumble and see him look away, pink dusting his cheeks. “Whatever, no I wasn’t…”

“You were, gumi bearrrr!” Gojo teases. “Oh! That reminds me, I found these photos a while ago, thought you’d like them once you were older.”

A small envelope is slid to Megumi, neat handwriting addressing it to “My Son Megumi”. Inside the envelope are photographs and a note. The photos are of an infant, most likely fresh out of the mother’s womb, wrapped in the hospital swaddle. The baby is lying on a woman’s chest, she has erratic hair like Megumi’s.

The next photo has the same baby, now one year old. A man with a scar on his lip is propping the baby up and smiling, one that you can tell is rare. The cake in front of the small boy has a “1” candle, though it’s not lit since it’s probably burn the poor boy’s hand.

The next photo has the boy mid-step, the bottom of the photograph states “Megumi’s First Steps!” The photos continue for a while, up until the boy’s 5th birthday. You turn to Megumi, who you just realized has been reading the whole time.

“What’s the note say?” You tilt your head.

“…My parents left this for me.” You could barely hear from how quietly he spoke.

“They did?”

“Yeah.”

You rub his back and let him take in all the photos.

“Pretty cool that I managed to get them, huh?” Gojo breaks the silent tension.

“I don’t even want to know what strings you pulled.” Megumi scoffs and places the photos back into the envelope, storing it in his pocket carefully.

Gojo laughs and pokes his tongue out. “You’re so mean to me, gumi bear!”

“Enough with that nickname! What are you, twelve?”

You smile and watch them banter, gently placing a small kiss on his cheek. “Happy birthday, Megumi.”

He stops his argument with Gojo and smiles to you, a rare one like his father’s. “Thanks.”

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[geopsych]

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[formulanni]

I love u big man little car (birthday version below the cut 😭)

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[aimiesposts]

EVERYONE SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAT ASS CAT RIGHT NOW.

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[callieisto]

HAPPY (LATE!) BIRTHDAY RO MY LOVE!!! Have some of the softest birthday sex with Sam I could cook up <33 @ivysangel

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Usually, Hunters didn’t have partners. Hunters didn’t live long enough or safe enough to love someone properly, maintain anything the way a relationship needed to be maintained.

Clearly, Sam never got the memo.

“Missed you,” Sam said breathlessly, kissing you as soon as you opened the door to your apartment. Long distance was hell, especially when he was away for your birthday. It just made him feel like the shittiest boyfriend ever, just the worst. He could save you from a stalker vampire, but he couldn’t convince Dean to leave him in a town the week of your birthday.

To be fair to Sam- in many, many ways, dealing with a stalker vampire was much easier than dealing with his brother.

But Sam would find his way to you if the world was ending, if the sky was spitting fire and the seas turned to lava. He would crawl over broken glass to see you smile. He loved you more than he loved the idea of saving the world.

He pulled away to study your face, to just soak you in. God, you were the most beautiful woman in the world. He leaned in again to nuzzle against your nose, the smile on his face infectious.

“You got your hair done,” he whispered, taking one of the braids between his fingers and twisting it slightly. “It looks good. You look good. God, I missed you.”

He kisses you again, crowding you back into your apartment, cradling your face in his hands. To say he’s desperate would be an understatement. He’s starving for you, he’s been going through withdrawals, and the simple feeling of your mouth on his feels like coming home.

He always wanted a normal life. And meeting you had been just the most amazing thing in the world. Falling into bed with you the first time had felt like… god, like something had clicked in his brain. Like the universe had finally righted itself. He’d been so lost, been living outside his body since uprooting his entire life, and you brought him right back.

Right now, though, he needed you so bad it hurt.

Curling over you- god, you’re so small in comparison to him, so beautiful- he smiles that crooked little smile down at you, hands moving from your face to your hips.

“Let me make it up to you,” he begs plainly, because Sam Winchester is not above begging for the woman he loves. “Please?”

“Okay,” you giggle, and he nearly cries with relief because god, he just loves you so much.

He picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, his hands supporting your thighs, and carries you down the hall to your bedroom. It’s cute, it’s so you, and he can’t help but remember the first night he ended up tangled in your sheets. You had just moved in, and there were boxes everywhere, and you had been so scared when the brothers broke your door down and basically camped out in your living room until that scummy vampire had showed his face.

Dean, who had apparently met another girl in the same city, decided to spend the night with her. Which left Sam without a car, and, well…

It was history.

He crawled over you when he softly dropped you on the bed, trailing his hands up and down and up and down- just feeling you, because it’s been so long, because he loves you, because he wants to be close to you in a way he never wants to be close with anyone else again.

“Happy late birthday, baby.” He whispered, kissing down your throat. Your giggle makes him smile, makes his cheeks flush. God, he’s so whipped for you it’s embarrassing.

Pretty soon, you’re naked. And he’s naked too, but he’s using your thighs as earmuffs as he presses sweet kisses to your clit.

“Missed this pretty pussy,” he murmured like a prayer, licking a stripe up your folds. He moans, trying not to rut his cock against the bed like a loser. He sucks on your clit, pulling you further down on the bed and laughing when you squeak out in surprise.

“Sam!” You chide breathlessly, propping yourself up on your elbows with an affectionate look on your face.

He just smiles, and shrugs, and goes back to eating you out like it’s the last thing he’s ever going to do.

“C’mon baby,” he murmurs against you, hitching your legs higher so he can tongue fuck you deeper, can slurp at you like you’re a fucking soup, his nose bumping against your clit all the while. “You’re so fucking pretty, taste so good, lemme have it, give it to me please…”

When your legs tremble around his head and you buck your hips into his mouth, cumming with a little cry of his name, he swears he’s never tasted anything sweeter. He could spend hours between your legs, and has, but the way you’re squirming makes him think that maybe, just maybe, you missed him just as much as he missed you.

So he leans back once you’re limp on the bed, kissing his way up your body until he reaches your mouth. “You’re so perfect.” He said, his voice tight. “God, you’re so perfect baby, I missed you so much.”

He kissed you slow, soft, big hand cupping your breast in his hand, tweaking the nipple just to hear you squeak.

He pulls back, a string of spit connecting his tongue to yours. He lets go of your boob, reaching for the bedside table to dig around for a condom. He found one, sitting back on his haunches to tear the little foil packing open with his teeth.

It is unfairly sexy, especially considering how you’re pretty sure you look like a mess. He rolls the condom on, running two fingers through your wetness to lube up his cock a little bit. He leans back over you, carefully, kissing your forehead.

“God, you’re so pretty.” He whispered, notching his tip at your entrance very carefully. “I missed you so much, baby, god… love you, love you s’much…”

He groans when he pushes in almost annoyingly carefully, like you might break, like he’s been away for so long that you might have forgotten what he feels like inside you.

He leaned down, resting his forehead against yours when his hips are flush with yours. “Hi pretty girl.” He crooned, peppering your face with kisses. “Oh, you look so pretty, all full of me. Good god.”

You squirm under his careful kisses, whining impatiently. “Sam,” you whimper, trying to kick at him to knock him out of the little lovey dovey haze he’s in. “Sam, move! Mnh-”

The little sound you make drives him crazy, and he starts moving, slowly, carefully. He picks up the pace when you let little moans slip out, because that has got to be his favorite sound in the world. The little whimpers, the way your eyes flutter, the way your lips part sweetly.

His hand snakes down your body to rub at your clit, because when you seize up with a cry of his name and soak his cock, he wants to cry because he’s so happy.

He keeps working at it, thrusts getting faster and harder as you squeal out a little “Sam, sensitive!”

“Just one more,” he croons down at you, his voice tight. “Just give me one more, sweetheart, one more, please, ‘s your birthday present, gonna make you cum at least one more time…”

And, true to his words, he makes you cum again. You cling to his bicep, manicured nails digging into his skin, crying out weakly as tears of pleasure smudge your makeup and trail down your cheeks. He groans as his hips stutter to a stop, the condom filling as he leaned over her, panting weakly.

He kissed your tears from your face, smiling softly. “Hey, pretty girl. You did so good. You made me feel so good, baby, god, I missed you.”

The two of you lie like that for a while, sweaty and sated. After a few minutes of gentle kisses and sweet praise, he pulled out, chuckling when you whimper at the empty feeling. He took the condom off, tying it before he tossed it into the trashcan by your bedside table. He grabbed his boxers, hiking them back up before crawling into bed with you.

“I missed you.” He whispered again, while you busied yourself settling against his chest. “I’m in town for the week. What do you say we go out and get you some birthday presents tomorrow?”

Your hum makes him smile. He kisses your forehead, gets comfortable, and the two of you fall asleep tangled in your sheets.