#its his BIRTHDAY everyone clap + cheer for the birthday boy

[hazamacore]

i miss my son tails….i miss him a lot….

[rosesareredrosa]

Memories of Friendship and Suprise

Slytherin boys and Pansy x fem reader (platonic)

Summary: Its my birthdayy today so decided to make a fic about y/n having a surprise birthday

w/c: 1010

The dungeons of Hogwarts were typically cold and unwelcoming, but tonight, the Slytherin common room was filled with warmth and anticipation. The usually dark space was transformed, decorated with shimmering green and silver streamers, flickering candles, and a massive banner that read "Happy Birthday, Y/N!" hanging above the fireplace.

Pansy Parkinson stood in the center of the room, directing the final touches with a sense of urgency. Draco Malfoy lounged on a nearby sofa, twirling his wand lazily, but with a smirk that showed he was pleased with their work. Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott were hanging the last of the enchanted decorations, while Mattheo Riddle leaned against the wall, watching everything unfold with a thoughtful expression. Lorenzo Berkshire was fussing over a magnificent cake, ensuring every detail was perfect.

"Is everything ready?" Pansy asked, her voice tinged with excitement.

"Relax, Pansy," Draco drawled, his smirk widening. "Y/N won’t suspect a thing."

Pansy rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. "It just has to be perfect."

"It will be," Blaise assured her, adjusting a flickering candle on the table. "Y/N’s going to love it."

As the clock neared midnight, they all took their positions, ready to surprise their friend. The lights dimmed, and the room fell into a hushed silence as the door to the common room creaked open.

Y/N stepped inside, looking tired from a long day but instantly confused by the darkened room. "Hello?"

In an instant, the lights flickered on, and the room erupted in a chorus of cheers.

"Surprise!"

Y/N’s eyes widened in shock as they took in the decorated common room and the grinning faces of their friends.

"Oh my god, you guys!" Y/N laughed, clearly touched by the effort that had gone into the surprise.

Draco was the first to approach, handing over a small, wrapped box with a smirk. "Happy Birthday, Y/N."

"You didn’t have to do all this," Y/N said, though the smile on their face showed how much they appreciated it.

"Of course, we did," Pansy said, pulling Y/N into a tight hug. "It’s your birthday, and we wanted to make it special."

As everyone settled into the cozy room, with the fire crackling warmly, Pansy clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention.

"Alright, listen up! Since it’s Y/N’s birthday, I thought it’d be nice if we each shared a memorable moment we’ve had with her. What do you think?"

Y/N blushed, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. But they couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through their chest at the idea.

"Who wants to go first?" Pansy asked, looking around.

Draco Malfoy, ever confident, spoke up first. "I’ll go," he said, his smirk turning into a genuine smile as he looked at Y/N. "Remember our first Potions class together? Snape paired us up, and you practically saved my skin. Goyle’s cauldron had exploded, and I was ready to hex the entire class until you figured out the antidote. I don’t think I ever properly thanked you for that."

Y/N chuckled, recalling the chaotic scene. "You were so annoyed. I thought you were going to curse the whole dungeon."

"I might have," Draco admitted, his eyes glinting with amusement. "But you managed to calm me down. That’s when I realized you were someone I could trust."

Blaise Zabini was next, his deep voice resonating through the room. "Y/N, do you remember when we snuck out to the Astronomy Tower to watch that meteor shower? Filch almost caught us, but you were the one who pulled me behind that tapestry just in time."

Y/N grinned. "How could I forget? My heart was racing the entire time."

"Exactly," Blaise said, shaking his head in admiration. "You were so calm under pressure. That’s when I knew you were someone special."

Theodore Nott spoke softly, his voice almost shy. "There was a day when I was having a really rough time, and you found me in the library. You didn’t say anything, just sat with me. It was exactly what I needed, and I’ve never forgotten that."

Y/N smiled warmly at Theo. "Sometimes just being there is enough."

"It was more than enough," Theo said, a small smile playing on his lips.

Lorenzo Berkshire leaned forward with a mischievous grin. "Remember when we pranked the Gryffindor Quidditch team? You came up with the idea to charm their robes to flash neon pink."

Y/N burst out laughing. "They were furious!"

"Best prank ever," Lorenzo declared. "And totally worth the week of detention we all got."

Mattheo Riddle, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke. His voice was low, almost hesitant. "There was a day after I had a fight with my father. I was by the lake, and you sat with me. You didn’t ask questions, just stayed there. I’ve never forgotten that."

Y/N reached out, placing a hand on Mattheo’s arm. "You needed a friend."

"And you were there," Mattheo said simply, his dark eyes reflecting the flickering light of the fire.

Finally, Pansy spoke, her voice filled with affection. "Y/N, from the moment we met in our first year, you’ve been like a sister to me. We promised to stick together no matter what, and we have. I wouldn’t have survived Hogwarts without you."

Y/N felt tears welling up in their eyes as they looked around at their friends. "Thank you, all of you. This is the best birthday I’ve ever had."

Draco smirked, trying to hide the sentiment in his expression. "We had to make sure it was memorable."

"And it has been," Y/N replied, their voice full of emotion. "I’m so lucky to have you all in my life."

As the night continued, filled with laughter, stories, and the warmth of their friendship, Y/N knew that this was a moment they would treasure forever. In the heart of the Slytherin common room, surrounded by the people who had become their family, Y/N felt truly at home.

[basu-shokikita]

Happy Birthday Dethday, Toki!

I've been busy this week so I tried to whip out something real quick for the best boy's birthday! 🎂🌈

Happy Birthday Toki, you make my world a better place 🩷

Birthdays weren’t exactly celebrated in the Wartooth household, so Toki didn’t know they were supposed to be important. He never received a cake for it, or even a congratulations from his parents. He didn’t have friends, either, so it’s not like someone else could’ve celebrated for him.

Birthdays were just another regular day as far as he was concerned, and that’s exactly why he had no idea when his was. So, when Charles asked him, a few days after joining Dethklok, he panicked and went with the first date he could come up with. September 1st.

Later on, he realized that he had seen that date on a movie displayed on the big TV screens displayed by an old store, right across the alley Toki used to sleep in. The children were happily going back to school to reunite with their friends. It was September 1st.

He couldn’t imagine it being that important, so he quickly forgot he ever gave that information. Nor did he think it would be relevant in the future.

…

“Toki! Hey, Toki!” Someone shook him violently. “Toki, wake up!”

“Mmh?” Toki turned around in a daze. “Pickle?”

“We’re late, Toki!” Pickles said, seemingly stressed. “Get up already!”

“L-Late?” Toki sat up and grabbed his pants. “Lates for whats?”

“The…The show!” Pickles urged him with his hands. 

Toki glanced at the clock in his room. “But it’s-”

“Just huhrry up!” The drummer dashed to the hall and out of Toki’s sight. 

“Wait, Pickle!” Toki put on the nearest t-shirt he found and followed him.

The apartment seemed near empty, which was weird because it wasn’t even 10 am. Because of their growing fame, they had moved to a new place in LA. It was more spacious than the Florida apartment and now everyone had their own rooms, but still you could hear what everyone was up to. Which made this silence even more ominous.

“Pickle?!” Toki called him, to no avail. Suddenly, he heard a scream coming from the living room. Freaked out, he ran towards the voice, hoping nothing bad had happened to Pickles.

When he walked into the living room, the words ‘Your time is up’ were written in thick, black letters on the wall. Whoever had written that, was still in the house because the ink seemed fresh. Horrified, Toki looked down to see Pickles’ body lying next to the message.

“Pickle!” He screamed and bent down to hold his bandmate. He seemed unconscious, was he even breathing? “Oh, no, Pickle…” Toki sobbed quietly. 

He didn’t have time to grieve, because a couple of footsteps behind him chilled his blood. The subsequent creaking on the floor confirmed it, there was someone else in the room. And he was fastly approaching him. Toki felt his breath hitch and his heart about to burst out of his chest.

Slowly, he turned around but before seeing the face of the assailant he was splashed with a thick liquid. He screamed and closed his eyes as he awaited for the substance to melt his skin or something equally deadly. When a few seconds went by and he felt no pain, he opened his eyes. 

“Huh?” He cautiously touched his face in fear and stared at his hands stained with red gooeyness. “Whats the-” 

“Happy Birthday!” Several voices went off at once, prompting him to look up. 

Murderface was right beside him, holding the empty bucket in his hands with a smile. Nathan, Skwisgaar by the table a handful of feet away, clapping in delight. Even Pickles, held between his arms, was cheering too. 

Toki felt close to fainting.  “What ams…what ams goings on?”

“Its yous borfdays, dildos.” Skwisgaar said, with a smile. “Remembers?”

Like a hazy dream, Toki remembered giving the information to Charles. Right, so today was September 1st. Still, it didn’t explain this demented display. He looked at his completely ruined shirt, entirely lost. 

“It’sch pig blood.” Murderface helpfully informed, with a grin. “Pretty brutal, right?” 

Toki was bewildered. Blood? He splashed him with fucking blood?

“Dude, look at his face.” Nathan commented, told Skwisgaar. “He totally didn’t see it coming.”

“Tolds you, he wouldn’ts eggspekts dis.” Skwisgaar snickered back.

“Oh, yeah, Pickles, the pretending-to-be-dead bit was a really good touch.” Nathan said.

“Nuh, that was forreal.” Pickles pointed at the bottle by his feet. “I tripped. Behd.” 

“Oh.” 

Groaning, Pickles got up, leaving the speechless Toki crouched on the floor. “Come ahn, Toki.” He offered him his hand. 

Toki grabbed it and Pickles pulled him on his feet. It happened kinda fast, though, so it left Toki feeling kind of dizzy.

“Check out the cake we made.” Pickles said.

“Yeah, it’s pretty fucking brutal.” Nathan agreed and Toki followed his stare.

There was a big black and white cake on the table, with a deformed thing on top that seemed to be his old Flying V. Red stripes decorated the sides and Toki assumed they were supposed to be blood. 

“I deskigneds its.” Skwisgaar said with his chest puffed up. “You ams welkomes.”

“Tis ams for mes?” Toki pointed at himself. 

“Well, ye!” Pickles patted him in the back, joyful. “Its yer birthdei, dood!”

“We schtill get to eat schome, though.” Murderface added, appearing on his other side.

“Wowee…” Toki was overwhelmed. “I…Is never…”

“Had such a brutal birthday celebration?” Nathan completed his sentence.

More like, never had anyone celebrating his birthday. He nodded with a smile. “Ja.”

“Obviouslies.” Skwisgaar said, putting a black cone with sloppily drawn skulls on Toki’s head. “Happies birthdays, eh, Toki?” He patted him on the shoulders. 

Toki looked down, unable to process all the attention given to him on a day that, until moments ago, was just like any other for him. He really didn’t want to cry, because that wasn’t brutal, and he didn’t want them to see his flushed cheeks either, because that was embarrassing. “Thanks you…” He muttered, unable to meet their eyes.

There was a short-lived silence, because the others weren’t any more able to deal with emotional stuff either, until Pickles shouted. “Alright, get the alcohooool!”

While the rest dashed to the kitchen to get drinks, Toki wiped his eyes surreptitiously. Honestly, it’s not like they’d notice if he cried with all the blood he had on his face. He looked at his cake again and noticed the date written under the guitar.

Guess his birthday really was on September 1st.

[rumunstelle]

A Slice of Suprise!(SPECIAL)

Warnings : None

Summary : Surprising the birthday boy with a cake!

You and Shu have known eachother for almost 3 years now... Yet, you guys have never met eachother in real life

But, luckily your genmate has set up a IRL meet-up. Inviting Enna, Millie, You, Luca, Vox, Ike, 2 of your genmates and... Shu

And it was quite ironic since Shu's birthday is before the day of your guy's collab stream

Your and Shu's connection had always been strong, threaded with trust in eachother and a hint of something deeper, something neither of you had dared to voice

His birthday seemed the perfect occasion to bridge the gap between virtual and reality. His friends from NIJISANJI were the main accomplices in today's plan, weaving together a surprise that was meant to celebrate not just his birthday but you and Shu's first meeting in real life

The setting was a quaint rooftop garden café, chosen for its intimate atmosphere and stunning views of the city skyline. I arrived with the cake, a delicate confection of vanilla and strawberries, topped with icing designs and a single sparkling candle

The café was softly lit with string lights, creating a warm, inviting glow. Hiding just out of sight, I held my breath as I heard their voices approaching. Shu walked in, laughter trailing behind him as he bantered with his friends

They guided him towards the center of the terrace, right into the surprise

"Surprise!"

The word burst from everyone simultaneously as I stepped forward, the cake in my hands catching the soft evening light. Shu's eyes met yours, and for a moment, everything else melted away

His surprise turned into a soft, wide-eyed wonder, his usual witty retort dissolving into a speechless smile "You're here" he murmured, the words almost lost in the distance between us "Happy Birthday, Shu" I said, my voice steady despite the racing of my heart

His friends cheered, clapping him on the back and ushering us toward a beautifully decorated table. As they busied themselves with pouring drinks and serving cake, Shu and I found ourselves naturally drifting close together, our earlier digital banter turning into shared, silent smiles and lingering looks over cake slices

As the evening deepened, we stole a moment away from the group, leaning against the balustrade, overlooking the city lights below. Shu turned to me, his voice sincere. "I always hoped when we met, it would feel real like this... but I never imagined it would be this perfect" he confessed, his hand finding mine.I squeezed his hand, the connection sparking a warmth that felt both exhilarating and right "I've felt the same" I admitted

Maybe, your relationship could lead to something more...

[AN : I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THIS YESTERDAY, IM SO SORRY. I HAD A LOT TO DO YESTERDAY SINCE IT WAS THE LAST DAY OF THE SCHOOL YEARRR!! MY APOLOGIES!]

[rottenpumpkin13]

*drops down from the trees by grappling hook with a birthday cake*

Dedicated to @altocat, who brightens everyone's day with her wonderful writing and headcanons 🎂 ❤️ Here's my attempt at bittersweet Glenn and Sephiroth fluff.

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Sephiroth liked the smell of what Hojo was quick to label as 'dirt and grime'—the damp earth beneath his boots, the smell of fresh morning raindrops dripping from the trees overhead, the crisp mountain breeze that carried notes of pine and flowers.

It filled his lungs and reminded him that he breathed, as any other human being, and that there was more to the world than his obligations and Shinra's conquests.

Glenn and Sephiroth sat perched atop a rugged cliff, their backs against the cool, weathered rocks overlooking a sprawling ravine that stretched far below. Sephiroth's gaze wandered over the expanse before them. Gently letting his eyes flutter shut, he wished he could drink it all up, treating it like an addictive drug he would consume forever if he could.

Glenn extended a glass soda bottle towards him, its oddly-colored contents gleaming in the sunlight as he gradually opened his eyes. The whimsical label was adorned with a cheerful moogle proudly showing off its drink, and the words Kupo Pop! Secret Flavor!

"I don't understand why the ingredients can't be labeled on the bottle," Sephiroth, ever the skeptic, remarked as he accepted the glass bottle.

Glenn rolled his eyes as the younger boy began turning the bottle around, reading the scattered words for any hints as to what it contained. "Go ahead, give it a try," he encouraged, twisting the cap from his own blueberry soda. "Part of the fun is in the mystery, you know. Maybe the secret is that it's just irresistibly delicious."

Sephiroth looked up, his lips a thin line as he stared pointedly ahead. "Secrets aren't fun.”

"But they can be," Glenn countered, pointing his bottle at him. "They're fun to keep, fun to share, and most importantly, fun to savor." With a light clink, Glenn tapped his bottle against Sephiroth's.

Sephiroth's lips would have easily been confused with a squiggly line drawn by a child on paper. He frowned, staring down at the bottle with unease, his choppy hair falling over his eyes. "Aren't there supposed to be… orange flavors? I've heard about orange soda.”

Glenn nearly spat out his mouthful of blueberry as he pulled it from his lips. "Woah, you've never had soda before?"

Glenn's surprise was evident as Sephiroth shook his head in response. He tried not to let his jaw fall slack as he lifted his hand to his face, scratching at his stubble. “Huh…. How about that. Well don't worry. I'd never give you something you wouldn’t like."

Sephiroth arched a single eyebrow, looking mildly annoyed. "That's what you said about the marshmallows.” His hands clenched around the glass bottle. “They tasted funny."

“Ha!” Glenn nudged him. “Hey, it's not my fault you're a weird little dude who doesn't like marshmallows.”

As he drained the contents of his soda, Sephiroth looked back down at his own. Determined, he grabbed the bottle opener from the dusty ground and hooked it to the cap.

Gradually, Sephiroth braced himself and took a swig of the mysterious soda. Glenn watched, unblinking as Sephiroth squeezed his eyes shut and gulped it down.

Instantly, a sharp sensation tingled and bubbled in his throat. Acid? Not good. He instinctively spat it out, hacking and coughing.

Glenn erupted into laughter, letting his bottle fall to his lap as he clapped. Sephiroth cleared his throat twice, water lining his widened, green eyes.

"Is it supposed to burn?" Sephiroth spluttered, wiping his lips with the back of his wrist. His voice tinged with a mixture of surprise and discomfort, which would've made Glenn feel horribly guilty if it weren't hilarious.

Sephiroth The Great, defeated by a mystery Kupo Pop flavor. Matt and Lucia would never believe it.

Leaning back against the rocky ledge, Glenn's laughter subsided as he regarded Sephiroth with amusement. "Well, what does it taste like?"

Sephiroth paused, gathering his thoughts after the unexpected attempt on his life.

"I don't know. I was caught off guard by the burning. I forgot to notice the flavor."

Reluctantly, Sephiroth took another sip—small this time, less overwhelming. He was cautious as he contemplated the taste lingering on his tongue, his face twisting along with his flickering thoughts.

"Passion fruit," he declared after a moment of contemplation.

Glenn arched an eyebrow skeptically. "Hm. Is it offensive that I doubt whether you know what passion fruit tastes like?"

His tone was teasing, but he was serious. He barely knew what passion fruit tasted like. Exotic fruits were hard to come by in Midgar, and when they did, he wasn't willing to break open his wallet to succumb to expensive curiosity.

Sephiroth shifted uncomfortably, averting his eyes as he traced patterns on the bottle's icy condensation. “When Professor Hojo has my dental impressions done, the alginate has a passion fruit flavor.” He shrugged. “Or at least it used to when I was very young. Now it tastes like nothing."

Glenn's unease at the mention of Professor Hojo flickered briefly across his features, but he hid it well for Sephiroth's sake.

He suppressed the urge to make a joke about the mundanity of adult life— “Hey kid! Welcome to the real world, where everything is bitter and sweetness is rare.” That's what he would've said had it been anyone other than the boy sitting by his side, the child who should be able to taste passionfruit—and soda—and marshmallows. And freedom.

Glenn reached around, patting Sephiroth on the back as he masked his discontentment with a subtle grin. "Remind me to buy you a real passionfruit when we're back in Midgar.”

Sephiroth's smile held a touch of gratitude, but he said nothing else. His gaze lingered on the bottle in his hand, lost in thought.

Back in Sephiroth's mind, the passion fruit soda now tasted like a suffocating hand shoving itself down his throat, forcing him to throw everything good and whole he had digested back up in hopes of feeding him misery.

Glenn didn't like it when Sephiroth went quiet. "So!” He promoted, stretching his arms. “Secrets aren't fun? How come?”

"No," Sephiroth replied solemnly, his voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. "They're barriers—walls built to control and keep you happy."

His conviction weighed the air around them. Glenn needed to distract him. "And do you have any secrets?" he tried gently.

Sephiroth looked up, his gaze translucent, unblinking. "There's nothing I haven't told you," he confessed. “And there's nothing I wouldn't tell you.” He pressed his lips together and straightened his back, probably trying to sound mature but cracking under Glenn's wiser gaze. “Not that I keep anything. From anyone.”

A quiet, almost inaudible “It's not like I can” reached Glenn's ears, but he chose to ignore it in favor of an idea that arose just as it was needed.

Glenn huffed. “Alright. How about I tell you one of mine then?”

Sephiroth listened intently, the cold glass of the bottle pressing against his reddened, ungloved fingers.

"Okay so. A few years ago when I was a rookie…I was a part of this mission out to the Gongaga region. I was supposed to be watching over our materia stash, since the group was small and we were camped out in the jungle. I thought it was a good idea to bury them in the dirt by the river. Little did I know how rainstorms are a daily occurrence in the jungle.”

He paused for dramatic effect, savoring the way Sephiroth's eyes went wide along with his smile.

“They all got washed away.”

The reveal was punctuated by a sudden fit of laughter from Sephiroth.

“But I didn't get in trouble,” Glenn continued, laughing too. “I blamed it on a random bandit attack and told a story about how I valiantly fought them off, but they took the materia.”

Sephiroth doubled over with laughter, leaning back. His bubbly cries echoed throughout the ravine. His cheeks were rosy, the sunlight caught in his silver hair just as the breeze messed it up, making him look every bit the kid he was.

Glenn pinched the bridge of his nose, his shoulders shaking as he chuckled. "Now that's my biggest secret, so don't go around telling anyone, alright?"

Sephiroth's laughter faded. His demeanor shifted gradually. While he still maintained a small smile, he swung his legs over the rocky drop, looking down into the ravine.

"Don't worry. I don't have anyone.”

Glenn's heart sank, a pang of remorse gnawing at his insides.

After a few moments where they were both enveloped in a cloud of guilt—Glenn with his foot in his mouth and Sephiroth’s desire to eat his own words—Glenn mustered the courage to break the tension.

He turned his body to him fully. "You know, Sephiroth, you're such a great kid," he began, sounding as earnest as he could.

Sephiroth looked up, surprise flickering in his eyes. "I am?"

Glenn grinned. "Duh. You're the coolest kid I've ever met. You're responsible, and fun to be around, not to mention smart as hell."

Sephiroth’s reddened cheeks complimented his smile. He opened his mouth to reply, but was inside of what to say. He wasn't used to being paid any compliments—at least, none about who he was as a person.

But it didn't matter. Glenn wasn't finished. The older boy's expression turned playful as nudged Sephiroth. "So watch out, because one day you'll have a lot of people to tell my secret to, and if you do, I'll kick your ass.”

Sephiroth looked down, clearly unsure. “I don't think…ah…I don't know.”

Glenn knew. He was certain of it. "Tell you what," he said. "When you find those people—and you will—promise me you'll tell them my secret. I'll probably be too old to care anyway."

Sephiroth's gaze softened, a flicker of mischief in the tone of his subsequent hum. "Older?"

Glenn rolled his eyes and responded with a playful punch to Sephiroth's arm, the impact light but affectionate.

"Promise me,” he pressed, his gaze locking with Sephiroth's. He was dead serious.

Sephiroth's expression softened, his resolve firm as he met Glenn's gaze.

"I promise," he nodded.

Sephiroth would only come to realize Just How naive he was at that age years later. Sometimes he could hear Glenn's satisfied “I told you so” whispering to him, and Sephiroth would give anything to have heard it from him.

Years passed since that day.

Sephiroth found himself seated on that same exact cliff overlooking the ravine. The warm, late April sun bathed the landscape in a warm glow, the gentle breeze carrying with it the scents of pine and earth. Just as it had been back then.

Although there were some key differences. In his hand, Sephiroth held an unopened bottle of Kupo Pop, raspberry flavor—since the secret flavor had been discontinued long ago.

He still found no appeal in fizzy drinks, but he hoped the memory concealed within the burn would be bittersweet.

“Hey,” Genesis approached from behind with a bottle of orange soda and a small smile. "Do you want to trade? I'm not nearly as not fond of orange as you are.”

Sephiroth nodded in agreement, accepting the offer and exchanging bottles.

Genesis plopped down on his left, muttering something about the dirt sticking to his coat. The clicks and flash of a camera signaled Angeal's arrival at the rocky cliff edge.

He excitedly snapped as many shots as he could of the trees, the ravine, the waterfall, and several keepsakes of their trek up the mountain.

Sephiroth looked up. "I don't think you got enough pictures" he quipped with a teasing smile.

Angeal settled down on Sephiroth's right—side-eyeing Genesis, who began shaking his soda bottle absentmindedly.

"I can never take enough.” Angeal settled the camera around his neck. “Pictures only do so much. They don't exactly encapsulate the memory you're trying to preserve.” Angeal’s tone was thoughtful as he gazed out at the breathtaking view.

Sephiroth nodded in agreement, his gaze drifting to the horizon. "I guess it's all in the special moments.”

Genesis twisted off the cap of his bottle, only to be met with a sudden eruption of fizz. The red soda sprayed all over them, prompting a chorus of startled reactions. Genesis let out a shriek, his expression shifting rapidly from embarrassment to frustration. Angeal screamed a swear as he covered his camera. Sephiroth laughed, wiping the red drink from his face.

"Is Genesis being an idiot a special moment?" Angeal snapped.

Genesis attempted to deflect blame, his face a mix of embarrassment and indignation as he flicked a soaked lock of hair from his eyes.

"Hey, it's not my fault! Sephiroth handed me the bottle like that.”

Sephiroth narrowed his eyes, then uncapped his orange soda. "Genesis, I just watched you shake the bottle.”

“But—!”

“Don't gaslight Angeal.” Sephiroth took a swig of the drink.

Meanwhile Angeal let out a violent snort. "He thinks it's an apple juice can," Angeal chuckled, punctuating his words with a mock shaking motion with his fist. “You know? The kind you have to shake first?”

Sephiroth snorted, pulling the bottle away from his lips quickly before he spat it out.

The pair fell into a fit of laughter, leaning on each other. The moment was definitely made funnier by the way Genesis was completely drenched in the soda.

Genesis shrugged sheepishly, acknowledging his blunder with a self-deprecating grin. "Shit. Muscle memory, I suppose," he admitted, his laughter mixing with theirs.

Once the moment faded into a comfortable silence, they each became lost in their own thoughts as they savored the serenity of their surroundings. Genesis contentedly sipped the remainder of Sephiroth's orange soda, while Angeal focused his attention on capturing the beauty of the waterfall below with his camera.

Sephiroth's mind wandered, his thoughts drifting back to that day, to Glenn, to their conversation and the passion fruit soda.

He was fortunate enough to have to keep his promise.

With a sense of resolve settling over him, he broke the silence. "I need to tell you both a secret.”

[honestlynervousnut]

🍰 & 🦴 for the make me write (i just need saltommy in some way shape or form)

🍰 - Tommy was on the top part of the 118 station washing the dishes while talking with Hen and Chim when suddently he heard Sal going up the stairs with a tambourine in his hands shouting happily talking about how ''today was a day to celebrate''.

And Tommy knew damm well what it was all that about,today was his 35th birthday and Sal knew,and he also knew how much Tommy didn't liked to celebrate his birthday, but that motherfucker didn't care.

Tommy didn't even bothered to look at him, he just continued to wash the dishes with a small smile on his face trying not to laugh.

Suddently he felt Sal coming up to him from behind. ''Well hello Thomas'' He said with that shit-eating grin of his.

Tommy turned around and looked at him with a fake glare ''Don't say it...''

''Say what?'' Sal asked, faking inocence, to what Tommy just rolled his eyes. ''Y'know what im talking about, don't you dare''

''Mmh...yes of course...HEY guys!'' He turned to look at Chim and Hen ''Do you know what day is today?''

Hen and Chim looked at each other before smiling sheepishly at him, knowing what Sal was trying to do.

Tommy sighed while drying his hands on a rag.

''I swear to god guys, if you all make a fuss about this...I will be so pissed at you all''

''A fuss out of what?'' Sal asked and Tommy just crossed his arms. ''Are you really gonna make me say it?''

''Yup!'' Said Sal bluntly. Tommy sighed ''Jesus....my bithday, today is my birthday...there, I said it,happy now?

''Woohoo!'' celebrated Sal happily banging the tambourine, Tommy tried not to smile at his excitement while Hen and Chim cheered and clapped as well.

''There...now, can everyone stop being so damm jolly?'' Asked Tommy

''Damm why are you so moody? Today is your day!'' Asked Sal.

''Because I don't like to celebrate my birthday....'' When he heard that Sal lean closer to his ear, making sure neither Chim or Hen were listening.

''And....if I gave you a kiss for every year you got....would you still dislike it?'' He whispered with a small smile to what Tommy blushed slightly and lean closer as well.

''Depends on where you're planting your kisses....''

''Well, maybe you'l get to choose, birthday boy~''

🦴-

''U-uh....yeah hi...'' Greeted Eddie as he checked the paper again ''Uh....I think we got the wrong address Buck''

''Oh no its not....'' Said Buck without looking away from the man ''Its not the wrong adress''

Eddie knew that look, hell he knew it better than anyone, it was the ''im going to maim this man'' kind of look.

The man looked at Buck confused

''Im sorry, can I help you?''

Before Eddie could even say a word Buck interrupted him ''Is Tommy home?''

When the man heard that question his face relaxed, now understanding everything.

''Ohh.....you're here for Tommy! Yeah he's here....he's on the bed, I wouldn't enter that bedroom though....I don't know what type of painkillers they gave them but damm he's a log'' The man chuckled.

''And who are you?'' Asked Buck. ''And....how do you know Tommy?''

''Oh yeah my name is Salvatore but yall can call me Sal, everyone calls me Sal....oh and, Tommy and I are friends''

''Hi im Eddie....he's Buck''

''Tommy's boyfriend'' Said Buck bluntly.

Sal raised his eyebrows upon hearing that, he looked Buck up and down before speaking ''You....are Tommy's boyfriend? you?'' he asked a bit perplexed.

[mafuluzx]

Since ur writing requests... Hear me out on a Cole or Kai x m!reader🤭 like reader is like the most ethereal mf u could ever see and they r just nervous talking to reader about anything simple(it doesn't have to be a story it can be headcanon things!!!!)

ALRIGHT MY FIRST COMMISION HERE YOU GOOOOOOOOO! This thing is pretty detailed, but the tiny details can be changed with the power of your imagination. Now, here you go!

Kai x male reader oneshot!

Takes place in season 4, episode 2, Only One Can Remain.

Dancer boy

"Never before have so many Elemental Fighters been under one roof. I see Master of Fire, Earth, Shadow, Speed, even a prophesied Green Savior. And a former pupil has returned." Chen said as he motioned to the Elemental masters he spoke of.

The Elemental masters sat in a circle, just as Chen had planned. Not a single one of the invited was missing. The ninja kept their expressions schooled, for they couldn't show weakness in front of their future competition. Chen swayed on his chair like a child looking down at all his birthday party guests before pointing to a gong settled next to his chair.

"This symbol before you is for the fiercest Serpentine warrior to ever roam this land. Its creed: Only one can remain." The gong indeed had a symbol on it, a long snake with teeth sharp enough to bite through skin and bone: An Anacondrai. Chen then pressed a button on his chair, and the gong moved out of the way, revealing a bracket of how the tournament would go.

"Good, looks like we're each in our own bracket. We won't have to face each other for a while." Kai said in relief as Lloyd turned to him.

"Better find Zane before that happens." As Lloyd spoke, Chen's right hand man, Clouse brought him a chest, from which Chen pulled out a jade-green sword.

"Behold, a Jadeblade. Here, it represents life. Obtain it, move on. Allow your opponent to take it, loser. The rules are simple. Every match will be different. No two fights will be the same. Your powers will keep you in the Tournament. Use it or lose it." Chen explained as Karlof spoke up.

"Hm, what does Karlof win?"

"Win and stay on the island. Win it all, and you'll receive fortunes beyond your wildest dreams, and lifetime supply of Master Chen noodles. But no one is here because of noodles! You want the glory of being the greatest fighter in all of Ninjago!" Chen yelled as the Elemental masters, excluding the ninja, all cheered loudly.

"And what happens if they lose?" Garmadon's question cut through the cheering.

"Lose? Who here likes to lose?!" Chen asked sarcastically as everyone, excluding the ninja again, laughed.

"Now please, enjoy my island. It's a super fun happy place. Hahaha. Fun time on me. Oh, oh! But don't go just yet, I have a little show prepared for you all." Chen's words made Kai scoff and roll his eyes. Show? Really now? He didn't believe anything good would come of this. Chen clapped again as the main doors, which the elemental masters had come in from just a while ago, opened again.

A group of Chen's Kabuki started giggling in the corner as they hid their faces with their fans. Clouse threw them a glare, and they quieted down. There was a second of peace and quiet until Kai heard Griffin whistle, and one person whose name Kai didn't know let out a quiet "Wow..."

Now Kai's interest was peeked, and he finally turned to the door. Kai's eyes widened as his eyes fell onto the figure of a person dressed in elegant (f/c) robes. Slow footsteps sounded as the person walked to the center of the hall. Kai's eyes were now following the figure as they bowed to Chen. Chen laughed with a prideful smile before speaking up.

"I hereby present to you all, a dance like no other! Give it all you got." The last part was said as a command to the figure, who moved into a still pose, their eyes staring hazily at the floor as their hair fell slightly onto their face.

Suddenly a slow song started playing on the speakers littered around the hall, and the figure started moving. The movements were small, but they were smooth. The (f/c) robes draped and dragged behind the person as they danced. Kai's jaw fell open, and refused to close, no matter how hard he tried.

"Hmm... Not quite Chen's style." Garmadon pondered as he sipped down a cup of tea.

The person moved gracefully as their expression matched the tranquil tone of the song. Suddenly the pace of the music picked up, and so did the dancing. The calm swinging and spinning turned to sharp turns and jumps.

The dancers expression turned sterner, as he slid down to the floor. The choreography was something Kai had never seen before, and it made his eyes force themselves to keep open, refusing to miss even a second of the ongoing show.

Suddenly the person lifted their leg up, and Kai's face warmed up. There was another whistle from Griffin turner as the slit in the dancers robes revealed the persons leg. They were wearing short leg-wear resembling shorts, thankfully, but even one leg lift was enough to expose the rest of their leg.

The choreography lead the dancer to stand up again, as they threw their head back, making their (h/c) hair move along with them. The pace suddenly kicked up, before slowing down after a single, yet surreally high, leg throw. The music slowed down as the person slid to a pose on one knee, and the music stopped.

There was a moment of silence before Chen started clapping and cheering. The silence having been cut, elemental master after elemental master joined in the applause as the dancer relaxed, stood up, and bowed to Chen yet again.

"Thank you, (y/n)! That was amazing! Ah, It's probably good to mention, but (y/n) is also an esteemed guest of mine. He will join you during breakfast and lunch and so on." Chen explained as Griffin smirked behind his glasses. Kai noticed, and immediately threw the master of speed a glare.

"Now, you will be shown to your rooms." Chen added as a line of kabuki arrived and guided the fighters to their rooms. kai wasn't paying attention though. He stared after this (y/n) boy as he sighed, then walked into a room further away on the same floor as Kai's. After a few minutes of thinking about what just happened, Kai shook it away and left his room with the intention of exploring the place a little.

The first thing he saw made his blood boil. In front of the dancer boy's room stood Griffin, who knocked on it before calling out nonsense after nonsense.

"Could you at least open the door? You're being quite cold to me." And he knocked again. Kai then heard the voice of a boy speak up in a calm yet annoyed tone.

"Please, go away."

"How about we go on a walk? I already checked out the entire yard of this place and its pretty neat.

"Please, go away." Griffin received the exact same answer in the exact same tone. But Griffin made no move to leave.

"What abou-" Before Griffin could finish another sentence, Kai walked up to him.

"Hey. He told you to go away." Now that Kai had stepped up to Griffin, the master of speed grumbled before snapping at him.

"This is none of your business."

"It is, if you keep this up. I doubt Chen would be happy to hear someone was harassing another guest, hmm?"

"You-...Tch." Griffin let out before turning away and leaving. Kai scoffed at the master of speed before glancing at the door. He opened his mouth to say something, but instead just shook his head and left to continue exploring.

Then came the first challenge, Kai barely managed to move on while Karlof lost, and was thrown down to who knows where. The sun was starting to set, yet it wasn't too late to hang around yet. The ninja had planned to go exploring at midnight, but Kai had nothing to do before that.

So instead he took a stroll in the yard alone. He remembered Griffins words and hoped the man was speaking the truth when he said the place was 'pretty neat'. And surprisingly, neat it was. Kai at the pretty scenery before noticing something, no, someone sitting at the edge of a small man-made pond filled with colorful fishes. The person had sunk their feet into the water and stared at the lily pads floating over the water surface, until they too, noticed Kai.

It was the dancer boy, (y/n). Kai froze in place, and didn't know what to do. (y/n) just turned back to stare at the water as Kai stood still. His nerves kicking in, and remembering the leg lift from before, Kai turned on his heel and tried to leave, when (y/n) called to him.

"Not even going to say hello?"

"N-no, I m-mean yes, but I, ugh..." Kai's words got caught up in his throat, and he stopped trying. He turned back around and met (y/n)'s gaze as the boy stared at him silently. He was no longer wearing a set of different robes that constructed his beautiful looking dance outfit, and instead wore only the innermost white robe.

"Thank you." (y/n) suddenly spoke.

"H-huh?" Kai let out as (y/n) leaned his head on one of his knees.

"For helping earlier."

"Oh, I-I din't realize you saw me-" Kai lifted his hand and scratched his neck bashfully, when he was suddenly cut off.

"I didn't, I just recognized you from your voice." Kai stopped, before erupting in a blush of embarrassment. Suddenly (y/n)'s expression, which had been neutral the whole time, turned into a small smile as he chuckled. Kai's embarrassment disappeared and was replaced with a swarm of butterflies in his stomach.

"Sit with me?" (y/n) offered Kai, who took his time thinking about it, before he finally agreed.

"S-s-sure...!" The two shared a few words, nothing special, for Kai was too much of a nerve wrack to say much.

"What is your name?" (y/n) asked.

"It's Kai." Kai answered after clearing his throat. (y/n) nodded in aknowledgement before flashing him a smile.

"And your surname?"

"Smith." Kai answered as (y/n) turned away and giggled to himself.

"Hmm... Kai Smith... Ehehe..." Kai knew, he was either blessed with an angel, or this boy would give him a heart attack.

(,,>﹏<,,)

And as a little bonus...

"Yo." A voice said from next to the table where the ninja were eating breakfast the next day.

"Ugh, didn't you hear?! I said it's private!" Suddenly Jay stopped as the others turned to the one who spoke. Surprisingly, it was not Mr. Pale, who Jay had expected to be there, and instead there stood (y/n) with his breakfast tray. He was no longer wearing robes, whether those were simple white ones or regal ones for dancing. Now it was just a loose t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

"(y-(y/n)!" Kai stuttered out as (y/n) flashed the team a nervous smile. Kai looked behind (y/n) to noticed that Griffin was eyeing them from afar, and quickly scooted over to give (y/n) space to sit with them. Kai tired to scoot further away, but since there were people already sitting with him, he was forced to sit shoulder to shoulder with the (h/c) haired boy. Cole noticed the look Kai was giving (y/n) and sighed.

"Oh boy, first Skylor, now him?"

Dang, this stuff oneshot stuff is difficult, I hope it isn't too lame.

[crownedclownprince]

Happy Birthday!

There is a parade marching down the center of Gotham City, with music loud enough to rattle windows an startle car alarms into screeching wakefulness.

The media clamor is vicious and immediate, with the GCPD racing to quarantine the event as fast as possible.

Every channel is overtaken by frantic news casters urging everyone to get inside and stay inside until it's safe.

But really, is there such a thing as "safety" in Gotham city?

The parade marches on through bullets and barricades, leaving bloody smears across asphalt and concrete. The music swells, the pulsating downbeat in rhythm with the boom and thump of confetti cannons that spray the streets with pretty little paper stars. The wind blows most of them away, sure, but a horrible amount ends up stuck in the puddles of gore that used to be policemen making a mockery of their deaths in a way only the Joker knows best.

Speaking of... where is he?

At the head of the parade are several Clowns dressed in their best holding back feral beasts on massive chains. Hyenas with brightly painted faces yip and yowl, lunging at the ends of their leashes with maws splattered red red red. White tigers lope ever onwards with heavy saddles on their backs, and smaller Clowns astride them throwing candy here and there. There are lions too, lips pulled back into unnaturally smiles full of flat human teeth, their eyes brightly glowing green to match their fluffy manes

There's a fellow dressed like Beethoven sitting at an American Fotoplayer on a float dragged by two tremendous Strong Men playing the silliest tune known to man.

A great many other Clowns follow behind, marching in a band, handing out balloons or candy or shirts to any unlucky passerby commemorating this momentous occasion. There are jugglers, tumblers, a moving trapeze and high wire act.

Several troupes of Chuckle Scouts march with them, handing out free boxes of cookies and proudly displaying sashes full of brightly colored badges.

There are onlookers, lined up along the parade route with guns to their backs and tears in their eyes. They take the gifts they're offered, they smile for the cameras, they laugh when performers take prat falls or slip on banana peels. This is a jovial jubilous occasion and people must witness it, or else.

At the tail of the parade is a cake at least a story or two high covered in exactly 85 candles and gratuitous amounts of icing. When the parade stops at the end of its route, the music shifts from manic madcap whimsy to an almost wholesome rendition of 'happy birthday'. The cake and the parade are surrounded by the surviving members of the GCPD pointing guns at everyone that isn't a civilian. The Clowns seem unbothered by this and sing along to the music, pulling wrapped gifts out of nowhere in particular and offering them to the towering confection the way worshipers leave sacrifices at an altar.

The top of the cake trembles and wiggles and writhes before exploding into icing, the Clowns clap and cheer as their God appears at the top of the cake with his famous grin across his face. He's wearing a crown, holding a scepter, and wearing a sash that reads 'BIRTHDAY BOY' in big cursive letters. One of the cops fires on the Joker without hesitation, he gets his head blown off with a confetti cannon. The Joker doesn't seem to notice this disturbance and takes a bow, drinking in the attention of his audience.

"Thank you! Thank you! Y'know it's not every day I turn 85, so I plan to make tonight the best birthday bash I've ever had." Says Joker, dabbing at a tearful eye with a brightly colored hankie. The Clowns applaud him again. "This parade was a great start, but I have so much more in store for all of Gotham, and that lowlife cape wearing deadbeat who missed this whole thing." He looks dead into the nearest camera, eyes angry and wild his smile strained and sharp.

"Anywhoozles! I better wrap this up, this cake isn't going to eat itself after all and I have a gift for a certain someone that needs to be delivered."

The Clowns turn on cue to face the audience and the GCPD, the each take their gifts in one hand and pull the ribbons off with the other. The boxes explode into smoke and confetti that completely obscures the parade in a cloud of purple and green laughing gas that brings anyone not wearing a mask to their knees.

And when the smoke clears, the parade is gone.

[stupidbeecandle]

Families are weird. I just spent the day with mine for a birthday ( not mine). We decided to keep things tame and just play some board games. I am wearing a full witch cosplay as I have every day for the last 5 years.

I had to restrain my 60 year old father after he climbed on and teabagged my husband. My mom is cheering the madness on with explatives with the drama and force of every shakespearean actor ever to take the stage. My husband is impressed by her tone and delivery, enough that he forgets the feeling of my dads old man nuts.

Everyone is entirely sober. A relative has taken their shirt off and is twirling it over her head in order to explain what vladamir putin looks like. Two people are having a screaming match over whether or not phineas gage could beat hillary clinton in a fight. Team phineas says that he has kept the railroad spike. Team Hillary points out that Hillary would fight dirty.

Something has peed on a chair cushion. Im pretty sure it was someones pet. I am not certain. I decide that it doesnt really matter since Ill clean it the same either way.

Actoss the room my uncle is talking about the good old days with his partner of over 45 years who openly calls him daddy. They are discussing getting "pup" a new porche for being a good boy.

Another area still is a trailmix station where people are quietly eating a selection of pretzels and dried fruits, occasionally lighting up and pointing a snack out to the others.

This is the chillest family get together Ive had in ages. Things went to shit for awhile after the last matriarch died and folks vied for power trying to decide what money and resources went where. Who would call the shots, and how conservative vs how liberal different households should lean The family agrees that I am going to be the new matriarch and make important family decisions because "it just makes sense, we all think you're a good fit and youre old enough now and usually end up taking the role anyway". My family is weird and has a heirarchical structure, atypical beliefs, atypical traditions, and a concept of "acceptable" that would break nearly anyones boundaries.

I think about how people in my training program think Im weird and wild and unpredictable. I have just learned that the all-autistic borderline cult I grew up in has just elected me its new leader. Im sure someone is going to "and then everybody clapped" this, but shit is weird and Im kind of excited to see where things are going to go from here.

[writteninkat]

Switched | Itadori Yuji x reader x Sukuna

summary: fucking yuji means a passionate night until sukuna decides to be an asshole and switches with your boyfriend half way through sex.

F!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: 18+, name calling

author's note: i've been thinking of this since i last closed the app and i knew i just had to write it

You've been horny all night.

Your boyfriend, Itadori Yuji, is wearing a simple plain white dress shirt which he folded up right below his elbows. He has two buttons undone and the shirt is tucked in black dress pants, his long legs causing for his ankles to show right above the black boat shoes he has on his feet.

He finished the look with a white silver watch on his left wrsit. Honestly? You could feel your cunt already dripping just by the way your boyfriend looked while the two of you were still at the apartment.

As the group; Nobara, Gojo, Nanami and Yuji sang happy birthday for Megumi, you're busy rubbing your thighs together, proving for the action to be a bit more difficult than it actually is when you're seated.

Megumi blows his candles and everyone cheers, clapping their hands as they begin to dig into the food. You try distracting yourself, scooping in a few scoops of food on your plate but it is all for naught when Yuji leans over, giving you a chance to get a whiff of his cologne.

A strong strawberry scent with a little bit of sweet vanilla and a hint of bold wood. The scent doesn't smell like it goes everywhere at all- it all smells so good together. Yuji uses his chopsticks to place some strips of beef on your food, your gaze immediately on his forearm- veins feintly protruding from under his light skin. The silver around his wrist doesn't help at all and it makes you feel as if you are this horny teenager again.

"Eat up." Yuji smiles, his eyes smiling with him. You force your lips to stretch, sending him a big smile back before eating your food, deciding to forget all about your thoughts by stuffing food in your mouth.

It works.

Well, more or less. You haven't had a single dirty thought about your boyfriend ever since uou began eating, and now Nobara is currently singing her heart off as Gojo and the birthday boy himself are dozing side by side on the end of the couch. Nanami is busying himself by sipping on his drink, a smile feint on his lips as he watches and listens to Nobara sing, looking like how a proud father would.

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, doesn't look too good.

"You okay, babe?" You ask, leaning in to squeeze his forearm softly. He snaps out what seems to be in a caging gaze he was in, looking at you. Yuji smiles, hand fluing on yours to give it a good, reassuring squeeze. "I'm good, baby. Just a little tired, I guess."

You furrow your brows, definitely not buying his lies. "Just tell me. The faster you tell me the faster we can solve the problem." You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

Yuji's eyes slowly and uncontrollably begin traveling down your chest, gaze glossing over your evident cleavage, moving again even much lower, his eyes taking note of how the black dress you're wearing is hugging every curve on your body perfectly.

Yuji leans in, his strong cologne scent causing the butterflies in your stomsch to go insane. "That dress has been driving me crazy the whole night." Your boyfriend's hot breath fans over the shell of your ear, casuing goosebumps to rise all over your body. "Take it off for me, please?"

You breath in a deep and shaky breath, closing your eyes to try and convince yourself not to strip naked in front of your friends and teachers right here on the spot. You stand up abruptly, catching Nanami's attention.

"We gotta go, Yuji has a really bad stomach ache." The corners of your mouth pull down into a fake frown which Nanami buys, nodding his head and waving the both of you off. You take Yuji's hand and pull him out of the Kareoke room, your heels loud as you stomp your way out of the building and to the parking lot.

As you find your car, you pull the front seat's door open only for it to be closed shut again by your boufriend. Yuji pulls you closer by your waist, making you can feel how hard he is inside his pants.

"We're not doing it here."

"My car's windows are tinted." He bites on your ear.

You keep telling yourself not to do it, to just wait until the both of you gets home but Itadori jr. seems to be having other plans for tonight. You sigh, walking over to the back door and pulling it open. As soon as you bend over to get in, Yuji pushes you and slams the door behind him.

The cold winter nights of Japan has the interior of the car all cool and comfortable. Yuji spins you around by your waist, running both of his hands on either sides of your waist. He breathes out deeply, eyes scanning hungrily over your form. His hands begin to make their way down your thighs, he leans in to give you a soft peck on the lips. Yuji looks into your eyes at first before leaning back in to envelope you into a deep kiss, his tongue skillfully brushing and sliding against yours as he sucks on it softly. His breathing his ragged as he feels your body all over, your legs instinctively opening and moving up his hips. Yuji presses his hard member against your clothed cunt, grinding on it for some kind of friction before pulling away when he feels just how soaked you are down there.

He reaches a hand under your dress, pressing two fingers on your wet cunt making you mewl. You've been holding it in for too long and now you're just very sensitive. The corner of his mouth twitches up, "Have you been wet for me the entire night, baby?"

You don't trust your voice, you can't. You know it'll sound needier than you actually are, you know it'll set Yuji off to start teasing you, so you nod your head, your face contorting as you feel him slip a finger between your folds.

He leans forward, hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin on the side of your neck. Yuji's warm tongue runs up the skin once, twice- he's adding another digit into your wet hole and you almost cum at the spot when he nibbles on your soft skin.

"I'll take very good care of you tonight." He presses his soft lips on the nibbled part of the skin, slowly trailing kisses up to your cheek and finally back onto your lips.

You couldn't think straight- your head was full of the boy. You absolutely loved about him; his strawberry pink hair, when he smiles with his eyes, how he can never go through a day without cuddling you at least once, how he does his best to give you anything you want, how he's one of your biggest inspirations in life. This boy- no, this man is someone you can imagine waiting for you at the end of the isle, hot tears streaming down his face as he waits for you at the end of the path, looking at you as if you were the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on- yes, even more beautiful than Jennifer Laurence.

Aoi would be right beside him, rubbing a hand on his back as he tries to soothe his best friend's sobs.

You snap out of your daze when you notice your boyfriend looking deeply into your eyes, a soft blush caressing his cheeks as he studies your face ever so lovingly. "I love you." You tell him.

His blush darkens as he leans into you, pressing his lips once again on yours. "I love you too." You feel the head of his cock press against your entrance for a bit before entering you completely.

You let out a soft whine, arching your back as your lips are trapped between your teeth. Your eyes roll back at the feeling of your boyfriend slowly pushing his entire length inside you, getting you feeling so full of him. "Yuji..." Your voice sounds so lewd, so needy and whiny for him that the sound of it makes you blush. You feel him stop moving once he's inside you fully, and at first you think he's letting you adjust to his size. That is, until he pulls his head back and your gaze falls onto the black lines all over his face. The soft look that once inherited your boyfriend's face is now replaced by a smug, cocky one. He has a smirk on that tells you to push him off and quickly get out of the car- but why don't you?

Instead, you feel yourself clenching around him even more. The look on his face has you dripping wet, your nipples hardening underneath your dress and the butterflied in your stomach going crazy as ever.

"Can't believe that little boy would keep you all to himself." His voice isn't Yuji's- no. It's much deeper, darker, more dangerous. He looks down at your apalled expression, his smirk growing even bigger. He leans over, pushing your legs up to your chest and forcing you down into a mating press. "What's my name, princess?"

You can feel your heart beating rapidly against your chest, your breathing shaky and your head clouded. Without even thinking about it, your mouth moves on their own and out comes your whimpering voice.

"Sukuna."

The curse pulls away with a wide grin, pulling his hips out before thrusting his cock inside you again, the tip of his cock hitting the same spot as it did before. Sukuna's hips are relentlessly thrusting inside you, abusing your needy hole as you moan loudly for more.

His hand finds its way to your boob and you feel something hot and wet lap itself over your hardened nipple. You look down to see the mouth on his hand grinning cockily like him. It wraps itself around your nipple, sucking on the bud and biting on it softly making your eyes rolls back to your head.

You feel something coil up inside your stomach, your mouth opening as you feel yourself slowly reach your high. "I-I'm so, fucking, clo-" Sukuna thrusts his hips hardly once, causing your toes to curl and your body to shake as you move your hips to ride out your orgasm. Heavy breaths fill the car as your legs grow limp on either side of his body and your eyelids become heavier.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" Sukuna squeezes your cheeks, making your eyelids lift open. He hooks his arm around your back, pulling you along with him as he sits up.

Your eyes widen and back arches when you feel electricity run up your spine. Sukuna lifts a brow, his hands on either side of your hips, preventing you from lifting them. "Too full!" You whimper out, tears forming on the corners of your eyes as you swallow a large lump down your throat.

"Hah?" He tilts his head to the side, "But I haven't even came yet." You feel him roll his hips once, but it was all it took to have you digging your nails on his shoulders. "I'll pull out when I cum. But for now," He lowers his head to take your nipple by his mouth, his fingers pinching and playing with the other one. ",focus on making me feel good, princess."

Your eyes clench shut asbyou focus on the feeling of his hard member inside your dripping cunt. You move your hips once, you feel goosebumps all over your body. You move your hips a second time and you're wanting to feel that same friction again. You move your hips a third and you're letting your desires take over.

You hump on Sukuna's cock sloppily and roughly, the car is shaking. Sukuna let's out soft groans and moans, the constant "love feeling your cunt around my cock like this" whispered and growled into your ear. His eyes travel down to your chest, eyes gleaming when he sees your boobs bouncing in sync with everytime you hump on him.

When he looks back at you, all his other sense go numb. The sight of you with your tongue out your mouth, you drool dripping down your tongue, your face flushed and your eyes crossed together at the feeling of it being so good has him gripping on your hips tightly. "You're a fucking slut, aren't ya?" He begins thrusting himself inside you and you moan loudly, your toes curling at the feeling of his sac slapping against your skin. "Aren't ya?!" He yells and all you could do is whimper as you nod your head. He's fucking you so dumb you couldn't form coherent words.

He rolls his hips as he thrusts them, making sure you feel every single inch of him inside you. Your moans are in sync with his thrusts, feeling your breath being knocked out of your system with every thrust the curse does.

Your hand flies up your mouth, trying to surpress the loud moans that keep slipping out of your lips but Sukuna wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling your hand away.

"Scream for me, come on princess. Let him know who's fucking you so good right now." His voice is low and deep, it drives you to the edge, almost pushing you off. "Wh-who? Who's him?" You ask, forcing your eyes to open as you look down at Sukuna- your eyebrows raise in surprise at the sight of the black lines on your boyfriend's face gone.

Yuji looks up at you with eyes holding such lust. He has a straight expression on as he looks into your eyes, kind of hypnotising you as he thrusts into you, leading the both of you to your highs.

"Wh-what happened to Sukuna-"

"Why are you looking for him." Yuji's voice is covered in coldness. He combs his fingers on the back of your head and throughyour hair, curling them into a fist as he pulls on your hair. "He's not the one fucking you right now, I am." His thrusts start becoming more aggressive, hinting at you that he's already close.

"You'll cum around my cock a second time and you'll be moaning my name out as loud as you can. Got it?" Yuji growls onto your neck. His other hand grabs onto your hip and begins thrusting into you faster than before. You feel something snap inside you, your orgasm causing your toes to curl and your fingernails to be dug onto your boyfriend's skin. "Y-Yuji!" Your hips shake as you begin rolling them around, riding out your orgasm.

"That's not my name right now, princess." You look back down only to feel your heart drop at the sight of the black lines all over his face. "S-S-Sukuna! Sukuna!" You moan out, your chest rising and falling exceptionally. You hear him chuckle before feeling him pull out, shooting his hot seed all over your naked cunt.

You look back up, checking to see who's who right now. You smile when you see it's your boyfriend. You press your forehead on his shoulder as you try to calm yourself down. You feel his arms wrap themselves around you as the two of you bask in each other's presence.

"You gotta stop doing that, it fucks up with my brain." You mumble onto his chest which only leaves you with a lighthearted chuckle. "But Sukuna says he doesn't want to be left out."

"Whatever, Sukuna can go fuck off." You mumble sleepily.

"Why don't you fuck me yourself, princess?" A deeper and much darker voice speaks up and you curse yourself mentally.

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[pillow-anime-talk]

dating them.

synopsis: Some sweet, funny and also crazy moments in your relationship.

# tags: headcanons; current relationships; romance; mild comedy; fluff; PDA; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. reki kyan, langa hasegawa, miya chinen, kaoru sakurayashiki & kojirou nanjou {sk8}

author’s note: so... i’m just in love with this anime...

— REKI

↘ He’s such a precious boy who cheers you up in the blink of an eye; I think he has an extra sense, so he knows when you feel worse than usual or when you are in even the slightest pain (for example, you bumped your elbow or you haven’t eaten breakfast before ‘cause you missed your alarm clock and therefore you have a stomachache).

↘ Reki is a supportive lover; whether you are passionate about singing, learning languages, reading manga, sewing mascots or painting, a seventeen-year-old will always be right next to you to praise what you do or the way you look. He will notice every, even stupid detail about you and mention it immediately when you’re going to hang out. He’s definitely your fan and doesn’t hide it. Additionally, if you introduce him to what you love, he will also get interested in it in a way and then he will come to you to show off what he has done like a sketch of the two of you or an opinion about the anime you recommended him three days ago.

↘ The boy is really devoted to you and loves physical contact; grabbing a hand, kissing on the cheek or forehead, cute texts in the morning it’s something totally normal for the two of you. I also think that Reki could melt if you run your fingers through his soft hair or make small braids for him, decorating his head with a few colored hairpins or hairbands.

↘ If you know how to skateboarding, he will be delighted and your dates will mostly be about riding together or learning new tricks. Plus, it’s another thing Reki loves about you and wow. He’s even bigger fanboy than before!

↘ However, if you have never ridden or even tried to do it, it doesn’t matter. A teen will be happy to be able to offer you some private lessons if you wish. Again, red-haired adores physical contact, so holding your hands/waist while you stand on his beloved skateboard will be a dream come true for him.

↘ He always has ticket for you, so you make a new banner for each race to support him. Hit me, but I’m 120% sure that after race (whether he won or lost it) he takes your pretty banners and hides them in this special box that has its place on his bedroom closet.

↘ Overall, Reki is a boy who fits to the definition of high school, first love.

— LANGA

↘ Your relationship is a bit more peaceful, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t a bit of humor or abstraction.

↘ Langa loves your company so, so, so badly; Reki is quite hot-tempered and is literally everywhere, so when the two of you hang out together after school or at the weekend, blue-haired feels that he can breathe and relax every muscle in his body. You’re his comfort person, and your room is a safe place without fear and noise.

↘ He also enjoys physical contact, but much more prefers to show affection in private, for example in your home or in his own bedroom.

↘ His favorite type of PDA is cuddling; he prefers to be a big spoon and hug you from behind, but he has no problem hugging against your chest or warm stomach, especially when he feels down because of school or racing.

↘ I have a strange feeling that Langa is the type of romantic who would make an amazing Spotify playlist for the two of you so you could listen to the songs, cuddling each other in the bed.

↘ If you can skateboard that’s great! For sure you, Langa and Reki will be a good trio that will meet often in the skate park or in ‘S’. I’m also pretty sure he’ll cheer for you, but at the same time he’ll be very cute with it and definitely more calm than his bestie. For example, if you do a trick... you’ll get a quick kiss on the nose or Langa will buy you your favorite drink. He definitely likes to pamper you.

↘ If you don’t know how to skateboard but you really want to start skateboarding to share your lover’s passion... Well, he will definitely give you a short (long) monologue about how dangerous it is, and you need to be careful – because he knows best of all how a fall on butt or face hurts.

↘ He always keeps a tiny set of colored plasters in his jacket or pants pocket to take care of you in the case of an unexpected accident, as Reki used to care for him.

↘ He’s a good teacher, but he will definitely need to calm his emotions, because sometimes instead of showing you how to slide down the railing, he will suggest something more down-to-earth, like going to the cinema to watch the movie you mentioned three days ago.

— MIYA

↘ Ahh, my precious smol baby.

↘ You are Miya’s first partner, so he still thinks that he’s not good enough for you, although you always reassure him with a light peck on the nose that he’s the best thing that has happened to you and that you’re very glad that you can be with him in every good and bad moment.

↘ The teenager is terribly shy about any physical contact outside, so if you aren’t at home, don’t expect a ton of hugs or kisses from him. He much prefers when you two are alone – then he doesn’t feel overwhelmed by the gazes of other people, especially other skaters who like to make fun of him. 

↘ I swear I’ll bite and beat them all...

↘ Miya is a delicate soul and he really likes to feel that someone look after him, so in a relationship he definitely prefers when you cares for him. For example; just touch his soft hair, ask about his well-being or when he will have a race and a huge smile will appear on his face.

↘ I think if he feels that you are the only one for him... Maybe he will lend you his favorite hoodie with cat ears and tail? He’ll be overjoyed to see that you feel good in it. You look extremely cute, but he’ll never admit it. 

↘ It smells like him, like wet earth and a hint of sweet perfume, and although it’s a strange combination, it feels really beautiful, downright safe and homey.

↘ For the next holiday (your birthday, your anniversary, Valentine’s Day or Christmas), he will give you a sweatshirt that matches to his own. It will be in your favorite color and will also have an animal accessory, not necessarily catish, because if you prefer dogs, rabbits or cows... You know, there are many options.

↘ If you know how to skateboard, he will be really calm and will feel that finally someone will want to spend time with him, training and riding together; not like in childhood when everyone turned away from him. He will definitely be moved when you grab his smooth hand and offer a long ride in the park. He definitely loves praise, so give him praise every now and then when he does a nice trick. He will also compliment you more than once and even give you a kiss on the cheek (of course if nobody is watching!). He’s not good at words, but he tries!

↘ If you don’t know how to skateboard... He may be a bit skeptical, but naturally he’ll agree to a few lessons in front of your or his house. Of course you originally just wanted to be close to him and hold his hand more often than usual, but it turned out to be pretty fun! Now, training is your typical dates.

↘ Miya is a sweet boy and although he may not look like that, he’s really protective, often jealous and always puts you at first place.

— KAORU

↘ This beautiful man, this angel-looking ideal, this ahhhh... Being in a relationship with him is pure pleasure and daily healing for the soul.

↘ He’s a calm, understanding and loving partner. I think he’s a bit old fashioned but that only adds much more charm to his person.

↘ He often calls you his ‘dearest’, ‘darling’ or ‘sweetheart’, isn’t that cute?

↘ You two don’t go out on dates too often, but I think Kaoru loves to spend time at home, having tea or on the couch while one of you is reading a book and the other is listening to music or just sleeping. He definitely doesn’t look like that, but he loves PDA/cuddling and is the best at it!

↘ He also likes it when you suggest learning calligraphy together. He never forced you to do this, but when he first heard that you would like to meet one of his passions, he was really happy and immediately showed you how to write with ink on the special paper he had in his flat. Obviously, more than once you ask him to write a simple letter or word, because you just love his handwriting and how focused he seems. He’s really hot then, I swear to god!

↘ You love his long hair and are always eager to give him a new, nice hairstyle; normal braid or fishtail braid. Maybe a bun or a ponytail with a few hairpins? He loves everything you do on him. In addition, the gentle head massage you give him each time is the most soothing thing in the world for him.

↘ If you know how to skating... He’s really surprised, but that doesn’t mean he’s unhappy or angry. He wants to see what you can do right away and you will surely feel a sweet kiss on your forehead more than once when the trick will be good or even better than you both thought. He’s a supportive boy, but doesn’t show it as vehemently as Reki, for example; he prefers to smile at you or clap softly.

↘ If you don’t know how to skate yet, but you asked him to teach you how to even stand on it... I imagine Kaoru going pale and trying to distract you from this idea because, as an experienced skater, he’s afraid that you will hurt yourself like any beginner. But your big eyes and ruddy cheeks are his weaknesses, so he’ll trust both you and Carla and help you keep your balance on his beloved, black-violet board. Reward him later with quick kisses or give him his favorites, okay?

↘ To sum up, Kaoru is a good and honest lover. He definitely loves your company and won’t mind spending his free time seriously and frivolously with you.

— KOJIROU

↘ This guy is the definition of the sentence ‘Through the stomach to the heart’. Any objections? No. So let’s gooooo!

↘ Kojirou is a PERFECT second half. Both in character and appearance. If he fall in love with someone seriously, and it will be you, then know that he’ll care for you like about a member of the royal family; breakfasts in bed, an Italian supper, the perfect choice of wine for a chicken or steak are things that have become a sweet daily thing for you at some point.

↘ He loves to show you affection and absolutely has no problem doing it in public, even when he’s working or when you two are in a tight crowd on the train or in the ‘S’ before his race. He will kiss you hard on the lips, grab your skin on your butt or hug your waist. It’s just that everyone needs to know that you belong to him. He’s just as clingy as Reki, and sometimes even worse and bolder.

↘ Of course he has cute side; he likes to lie on the bed or the sofa with you on his chest. He loves being between your thighs and sleep there. He definitely has a weak point in that when you you run your finger on his tattoo or cook dinner with him, throwing ingredients at him and laughing out loud.

↘ Another romantic who uses thousands of pet names (like babey, cutie, doll, pumpkin, kitten). Plus, he loves to dance with you in the kitchen and steal a few kisses here and there. Also, if you aren’t looking, he likes to surprise you with a big, bear hug.

↘ I think he’s a bit impatient, so he doesn’t like to sit at home and prefers dates in crazy places (such as an amusement park, swimming pool, karaoke bar) – it’s his favorite way of spending your time together. As a gentleman, he always pays for you, unless you go faster and bring your ATM card to the card reader as first. But don’t be surprised when Kojirou will just buy you cotton candy or popcorn shortly afterwards.

↘ If you know how to skateboard, he’s as excited as a kid and will definitely offer you a date at the skate park. Naturally, he wants to show off to others what a super cool partner he has, but he also wants others to know that you’re here together to kick everyone’s asses with your abilities. You’re definitely a powerful couple and you have the matching necklaces!

↘ But if you don’t know how to skating then... well, well, well. Just be prepared that one day (without even asking for it) you’ll stand on his beloved board and he will grab your hips, smiling silly. He enjoy skin ship so this guy feels utopian when he can be near you. He definitely won’t spare you compliments, long pecks, and smack your butt when you do something great, so you have to get used to it... and it’s going to be a long training session, so good luck, my friend.

↘ He’s a funny guy, but he’ll never cross your limits, so don’t worry about that. However, he will always find a topic for conversation or a joke to relax the atmosphere or cheer you up. You will never be bored with him.

[griffintail]

Hello!! I has a request can we have some wholesome younger sisterinnit? (Reader) like toddler and he is streaming so she goes into his room tearing up because she missed him?

Sisterinnit

Pairing: Tommy x Sister! Toddler! Reader

Warnings: None! :D

A/N: I made this now because we’re literally swamped with angst requests and ideas for a while and I got very excited reading this prompt so we’re doing it now damn it! 

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        Tommy didn’t talk about his sister on stream or his channel; she was only a three-year-old. He didn’t want people talking about her all the time and her face all over the internet. It weirded him out a bit to think of people doing that with his little sister.

        Call him a bit over-protective, it was just weird enough to see his face everywhere let alone hers.

        So, he never talked about her and kept it a private affair between himself, his family, and close friends. His closest friends like the Sleepy Bois and Tubbo knew about her but he didn’t spread much further.

        He liked playing with her, enjoying the big brother role when she got old enough to actually play rather than chewing on the ears of her toys and screaming constantly. Sometimes, he’d have her sit in his lap and they’d “play” games together, or more he’d play and she’d pretend to play. She loved hanging out with him and she was very vocal about it.

        Today was a longer stream day, he was goofing off with Wilbur and Tubbo on the Dream SMP after its big takeoff with the L’Manberg war. He probably would have been able to stop the door opening if he hadn’t been laughing loudly at Tubbo’s random declaration and hadn’t noticed. He was calming down when he heard the sniffling and went into full panic mode.

        He whirled around in his chair as (Y/N) spoke.

        “Tommy…”

        “Shhhh-Sugar.” He quickly corrected.

        “Did you just not swear?!” Wilbur called out in surprise.

        Tommy pointed the webcam at the desk but the damage was done though. He’d have to deal with that in a moment. Right now, (Y/N) was standing there with her little dog plush, that he had bought her for her birthday, clutched to her chest as she had tears on her cheeks. He took off his headphones and muted himself, before coming over to her.

        “What are you doing in here (Y/N)? What’s wrong?” He asked as he crouched in front of her.    

        “I missed you…”

        He laughed quietly, shaking his head as he wiped her tears away.

        “I was going to wrap everything up in a minute, alright? We can play after I’m all done. We’ll even play on the computer, sound good?”

        She gave him a hug and he hugged her back, patting her on the back.

        “Yeah, alright. I love you too, sis, but I need to go finish up a few things then I’ll be out. Go wait with mum.” He told her.

        “Take Friend.” She held up the plush to him as he let go.

        “Ok, ok.” He nodded, taking the little dog plush. “Now come on.”

        He had her leave the room, shouting to his mother that she was coming to her before going back to the computer. Running a hand through his hair, he put the plush next to the computer and fixed his webcam, grinning. As he put his headphones on though, he paled slightly seeing he had muted on Discord, he hadn’t muted the stream too. That would explain all the awes in the chat.

        “Fuck.” He muttered. “Alright chat! Do not clip that! You’ll ruin the brand!”

        He knew there was no way to slow it down now. Too many people were here for that. He just had to play along for now and talk to his parents about talking about her.

        “What was that about?” Wilbur asked the second he unmuted.

        “I’ll tell you about after. I got to start wrapping up.” Tommy scratched the back of his head, chat exploding in more awes.

        …

        Tommy had talked to his parents about what happened and they talked seriously about letting him bring her onto stream once a while. He did get a bit weirded out when indeed people had clipped him talking to her and the few seconds, she had been on camera but at least he’d be able to control when they’d see her.

        So, today, he set up his stream as usual as (Y/N) sat in his lap excitedly with her kid headphones on that had little dog ears on the sides. He had specifically asked to go shopping just for them.

        “Ok. So, you remember what to say?” Tommy asked her.

        She nodded eagerly.

        “Ok, here we go.”

        The camera was off for the moment as he started the stream. Everyone in chat was confused about where his webcam was as he played his music.

        “Welcome back to stream boys! No webcam? Darn thing must have died.” He lied as he leaned over.

        Everyone in chat started spamming their confusion about his censor. Then he turned on the camera and nudged (Y/N) and she grinned as she threw her arms up.

        “Sub with pwime!” She cheered.

        He laughed, chat going nuts as he hugged her.

        “You heard the lady! Don’t forget to sub with prime boys!”

        She clapped her hands and he grinned the rest of the stream. He couldn’t wait to do this more. One, because he had never seen more subs in his life! But two, he truly could care less about all the subs she got him, he just liked being able to play with and it was a rather fun time being on stream with her.

        “She’ll be the first girl in the Sleepy Bois before you know it chat!” He told his chat, thinking about more streams he could do with her.

[nctsjiho]

Birthday Surprise

warnings: none

era: December 18, 2021 (JiHo’s birthday ^^)

❀ Celebrating your birthday is always more meaningful with friends and family, and though JiHo could celebrate with so many people today, Taeyong had a little extra surprise for her

The members carefully listened while their leader’s voice echoed through the venue. Everyone’s eyes seemed to hold the stars, watching thousands of fans move their lightsticks in the air. It was sad that they couldn’t cheer out loud, only applaud, but everyone was thankful nevertheless because the neos were able to perform for their fans again.

JiHo wasn’t quite paying as much attention to Taeyong as the others, rather focused on the birthday banners the fans were holding. Luckily she caught Taeyong’s last sentences in full. “Speaking of making it a special day. JiHo. Isn’t it already a special day today?” The playful smile coming from the now pink haired boy accompanied by Haechan and Mark hollering “birthday girl” made JiHo shake her head in fake disapproval followed by a low chuckle. The whole venue however started applauding while the boys began to sing JiHo a birthday song. Jungwoo and Doyoung had left the stage just a few moments earlier to get JiHo’s cake.

Once the mini celebration was over and JiHo had blown out the single candle on her cake, Taeyong urged her to speak. The girl brought her mic to her lips, glancing over the crowd once, before doing just that.

“Oh~” She started with a deep sigh, realizing that it would be a lot harder to actually speak the words that had been dwelling inside of her head for a whole day now. “This year hasn’t been the easiest, and I can believe many of you feel the same. However, being able to spend my birthday with not only my members but also our fans, is probably more than I deserve.” A saddened smile found its way on JiHo’s features, but it was a genuine smile regardless. “You do deserve it.” Johnny chuckled through his mic, giving JiHo a reassuring squeeze on her shoulder.

“There’s actually something I wanted to say.” Out of all the minutes, hours even, she had stood on stage in front of thousands of people, now more than ever, JiHo felt so small and so looked at.

“A few months ago, when I didn’t know about the tour, or even that I’d be standing next to my members today, I had made some plans for my birthday. Normally right now, I’d be with my family back in France. It would have been the first time in around 7 years that I’d not only see my family, but my friends and the place I grew up in. And even though I was very sad when I heard my plans would have to be pushed back a little, today I’m still glad that I can spend my birthday with my second family. So for that I want to thank the boys, but also you, NCTzens, for keeping me company.”

All of the nine members engulfed JiHo in a hug while the venue filled with more applause. Many fans wanted to scream and tell JiHo everything was okay, and that they too were happy to celebrate the girl’s birthday, but sadly they could only show their emotions by clapping and waving around their banners and lightsticks.

Taeyong was the first to pull away and while everyone felt a bit sorry for JiHo, the leader’s eyes were filled with excitement. “JiHo?” Pulling away from her clingy members, JiHo’s face made an appearance again. “Hmm? What is it?”

The playfulness in Taeyong’s whole being was difficult to miss, yet JiHo didn’t question it. “So… As it is your birthday today. We wanted to do something a little special. Not only did our younger friends come out to watch today,” he said referring to the dreamies and Sungchan and Shotaro who were in the audience, “if you look right~ there. You might see someone you recognise.”

Confusion was the first thing to hit JiHo as she processed what Taeyong had just said, but soon enough she started looking in the direction Taeyong was pointing at. The other members seemed clueless as well, following JiHo’s lead and squinting in the same direction trying to make sense of what - or rather who - they were looking for.

“Wow~ JiHo’s family?” Haechan, who was still clinging to JiHo’s back, whispered to no one in particular. The other 00 liner’s breath hit JiHo’s ear, but she just shook her head. “No way…”

It was only when the cameras pointed at the 4 people sitting close to each other and the image got projected on the big screens that it started to finally hit JiHo. “No way.” She repeated, slapping a hand on her mouth as she continued to shake her head in disbelief. “Hello JiHo’s family!” Taeyong took the lead, the boys soon followed to greet JiHo’s mother, father and grandparents.

They were actually in the room. JiHo was actually looking at the 4 faces of the people she had missed the most and only communicated with through video or voice calls only for the past 6 years - actually 7 at this point. The crowd continued to clap, but JiHo stood pretty much frozen as she looked at the enlarged faces on the big screen. “Hi-”

The second JiHo put the microphone up to her lips to greet her family, a pained sob interrupted the greeting instead. She didn’t comprehend how it happened, but without Haechan holding onto her so tightly, her legs didn’t have the strength to hold her body up anymore, causing her knees to buckle and send her onto the floor.

Tears cascaded down her cheeks as the emotions became too much to handle. JiHo’s usual skill to stay level headed most of the time proved absolutely useless this time around.

Doyoung was the first to crouch down by JiHo’s side, a hand carefully soothed her sobbing figure while he asked if she was okay.

It took a little while before JiHo had calmed down just enough to look up and look back in the direction her family was seated. In the meanwhile Johnny had begun his own ment, also mentioning how it had been a hard couple of years - the last one especially hard - for Jiho.

“They’re here for you, you can go talk to them later.” Doyoung whispered into the girl’s ear, continuing the soothing motions of his hand against her back.

Haechan had gone off stage for a second to bring the girl some tissues to wipe her eyes. When he came back he helped her up with Doyoung’s help and gave her a comforting hug. It wasn’t every day that JiHo became this emotional. Even if lately she had been feeling extra down, this time it was different. This time JiHo was confused, relieved, happy, overwhelmed and maybe even a bit anxious. But she definitely wasn’t sad. And something about the way the lights reflected in her teary eyes and wet cheeks made Haechan feel his own tears brew in his eyes.

It was when all the boys had finished their own little speeches and JiHo sent a broken, teary smile towards her family, waving her hand enthusiastically at the same time, that some of the boys felt stray tears falling down their own cheeks. She called out to each family member before adding an “I missed you so much” in both Korean and French. The people on the receiving end of the comment waving back just as enthusiastically, trying their hardest not to yell out at their daughter or granddaughter.

“I feel like I’m watching one of those ‘soldiers reuniting with their families’ videos.” Mark chuckled, wiping one of his eyes. “Yeah. But even sadder.” Jaehyun added, having the boys agree with him.

Every fiber in JiHo’s being wanted to just run off stage and towards her family. She wanted to finally hug them and hold them close and tell them how much she missed them. She wouldn’t even care if she looked like a little girl crying for her parents, because frankly that’s how she felt - completely justified as well. But they were barely through the first third of the show and still had to show so much towards all the fans that came to watch them.

So burying her urge to abandon everyone and go to her family, JiHo decided to focus on the concert and work even harder to show her best side.

During the songs that they had free reign to walk and stand wherever they wanted, JiHo would go stand as close as possible to her parents and watch them with bright eyes. The same eyes that 13 year old JiHo looked at them with before she went to Korea, is what her mother would tell her after the concert.

Throughout one of the songs, she would do a little dance with her father, something she had taught him over facetime not too long ago. Johnny and Taeyong had spotted her from the side and watched her interact with her father with so much fondness. Eventually the boys got spotted by JiHo and she beckoned to them. Taeyong and Johnny both bowed respectfully at JiHo’s parents and then they joined JiHo as she continued to do her little dance with her dad.

In the 6-7 years the boys knew JiHo, even with her most cheerful and excited moments, the boys had never seen her this happy. Just by looking at the true love and comfort JiHo radiated the moment she saw her family, Taeyong knew that going behind her back and arranging the whole surprise was worth it. Even if he had to beg the company to pay for their flight, accommodation and the concert tickets - despite JiHo’s family saying that they could pay for it. Knowing JiHo would refuse if she had known, saying she could wait until she herself could fly back home, concerned for her grandparents' health and business back at home. Taeyong knew she’d act like everything is fine, postponing her visit to home, but he saw today how happy she became. JiHo needed to see her family.

Ready to walk off stage to prepare for the last part of the concert, JiHo sent her family one last bright smile. “I’ll be back soon! I love you!”

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Side note: Happy Birthday JiHo <3 Also for the first time I’m trying to change the upload time, might change back to what it was before tho. (it’s literally just 1 hour difference lol)

[cheelduh]

How to Not Kill a Ginger (High School Au!)

Part 5 to the series hehehe

Parts: 1 2 3 4

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Synopsis: Childe’s stomach stirs when you take care of him, and he’s not sure if it’s because of his major crush on you or just plain old diarrhea.

Warnings: Swearing. Graphic descriptions involving the true idiocy of teenage boys.

Words: Abt 2.6k

Note: Sorry I sort of half assed this. I have big ideas for the next part tho ✨😮‍💨

If there's one thing you're sure of, it's that Teucer knows how to throw one hell of a tantrum.

Him and his brother, Anthon, under your watch, manage to get into a petty squabble that's been airing for the last fifteen minutes. You've done everything, from offering candy to promising an extra hour on the switch, but your efforts do not bear fruit.

What did you tell Childe again? Oh yeah, that babysitting kids was a breeze. Apparently it's not a breeze. Maybe something more like a shart. A chunky, messy one at that.

"Listen dude," You reason to Anthon, the oldest of the bunch gently. "Where did you hide his toy?"

Anthon sticks a tongue out at you, and you nearly cry at the intensity of the insult. "Not telling."

Your patience runs thin.

"C'mon Anthon," Tonia lectures from her chair on the table like the godsend she is. "Just give him his toy back. You're being so annoying." She's taking the words right out of your mouth.

"Not until he apologizes!" Anthon crosses his arms, huffing. "He ate my cheese string!"

"There are more cheese strings!" You exclaim, opening the fridge to prove your point. "I'm sure Teucer's sorry for taking yours. Just pick another one."

"But it's not the same! He took the last cheddar and mozzarella one, now there are only mozzarella ones left." He speaks in between Teucer's wails. You wonder if this is a daily occurrence.

Tonia sighs, gets up from her chair, and hands the eldest her cheese string. "Just take this and give him his toy back."

Almost immediately, Anthon reaches a hand behind the tv table and pulls out the miniature Mr. Cyclops, then throws it point blank at Teucer's feet.

Teucer wails louder.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, shoulders sagging under the stress of being a temporary teenage mother.

Then you take a deep breathe, voice booming over Teucer's cries, Anthon's grumbling, and the clicking of Tonia's tongue. "Let's make a cake!"

Everything in the room stills. Even Teucer's loud cries comes to a halt, and he inhales so sharply that the streak of snot over his lip goes right back into its origin.

You wince inadvertently.

"Poggers!" Anthon cheers, and his siblings join in, laughing and clapping in excitement.

Tonia's eyes widen in confusion when she briefly pauses from her rally. "Wait a minute. What are we celebrating? We can't bake a cake for no reason! It won't taste nearly as good."

Everyone stops to ponder.

Then you snap your fingers in realization, and the kids huddle around you. "How about a 'get well better' cake for your big brother?"

They erupt in cheers again, but you shush them gently, wink an eye for extra measure. "We have to be quiet! He won't get better if we wake him."

The three nod in understanding and begin shushing each other, failing to conceal their giggles.

As you watch them making their way into the kitchen, bounce in their steps, you can't stop the warm smile that reaches your eyes.

That smile soon becomes a frown of horror when Anthon cracks an egg over Tonia's head.

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The cake is not half as bad as you thought it would be initially. Between mixing the ingredients and ceasing the kids minus Tonia from being menaces to society, you were able to find middle ground.

Eventually Anthon found interest in finding ways to lick the batter whenever you turned around, and Teucer found comfort in your left leg, latching onto it as if it were a life line.

Just like how Venti latches onto his stupid little bottle of wine disguised as a water bottle. Seriously, you’ve never talked to him sober, and at this point are afraid of what’s he’s like lucid.

Tonia had been the only one taking things seriously for the most part, except for the sprinkles-to-icing ratio. She drowned the entire cake in sprinkles, the mere sight adding on the ghost of an ache in your teeth.

It looks like twilight sparkles took a fat dump on it.

"Okay besties," You inwardly curse yourself for giving into Gen-Z vocabulary as you brush your hands on the apron. "I think we've done a pretty decent job."

"It looks so pretty!" Tonia grins widely, eyeing the edible pearls she strategically placed. She quickly strikes down a finger Anthon tried to poke into the icing, with the accuracy of a true warrior.

You shudder at the thought of Childe teaching her how to stab someone with safety scissors.

"Can we add candles?" Teucer asks, but Tonia clicks her tongue in distaste.

"It's not a birthday cake." She crosses her arms judgementally. The power in her glare reminds you of La Signora, strangely enough.

You ruffle his copper coloured locks anyways, and his grip on your thigh tightens. "We can add candles if you want Teucer."

He nods his head and snuggles deeper into the side of your leg. Your heart warms up considerably.

After the candles are poked in, you try to shrug him off. "C'mon dude, just for five minutes. You don't want me to drop the cake before your brother can get a bite do you?"

Reluctantly, he obliges, and runs off to help Tonia collect utensils to take up to Childe's room.

Anthon's on door duty, kicking away any toys that serve as obstacles in your way like a professional soccer player.

Once you four make it up the stairs in front of the designated room, Anthon doesn't bother knocking. He barges in like he owns the place, chin up high and a signature smirk on his face that he probably learnt from his older brother.

Childe fumbles awake, kicking the air whilst in shock by the chaotic sound of the door hitting the wall and Teucer screaming "Happy Birthday!" at the top of his miniature sized lungs as he runs in to plop right on top of his older brother.

His bewildered expression soon turns into something of a loving smile as he begins to process what is happening, eyes lighting up despite the deep bags that frame them.

Tonia places the plates on his side table, right next to the empty soup bowl you placed there earlier. She climbs up onto the bed as well to join in on the hug.

Anthon approaches at last, hands in his pockets as he coolly acknowledges his older brother. Instead of a bone-crushing hug like the other two are indulging in, his opts for a fist bump that Childe happily reciprocates.

Then finally, between the shield that are his siblings, his cerulean eyes land on your near the doorway, then trail down to the cake in your oven-mittened hands. He averts his gaze back to your own, and grins so wide his cheeks start to throb.

"Big brother! We made you cake." Teucer moves his head from his chest to face him. "So you can get better."

Childe's laughs ring in your ears, but you don't shy away from the sound. It's a pleasant, something that you wish to hear more of in the near future. Sure enough he laughs a lot at school, but the genuineness of it at home, surrounded by his siblings, stirs something deep within you.

"How thoughtful of you." He ruffles his hair, then his eyes widen as he ushers the two off of him. "You guys can't be near me! I don't want you to fall ill as well."

"But-but how will we feed you the cake without getting close to you?" Tonia frowns, and her two brothers nod in unison.

You chuckle lightly, approaching the bed with the cake in your hands. "I'm sure he has enough strength to feed himself. The hugs and kisses surely must've energized him."

To be honest, Childe's all green in the face and the last thing on his mind would be to indulge in the cake. You understand the feeling all to well. With his nose clogged up, throat all sore, there's no way he'll stomach it. It took a lot of nagging on your part to get him to finish the soup earlier as well.

He blows the candles anyways, clapping along his siblings and letting Tonia drop a fat chunk of the golden cake onto his plate. You find it endearing, regrettably so. His dedication to keeping their dreams is admirable in more ways than you can count.

This is the same guy that wears meme shirts to school, topped off with douchey sunglasses to give him a pristine vibe. The same guy that punches holes in walls like a Kyle. The very boy that flexes his toned biceps in-front of you during lunch time, successfully ruining your appetite.

"Wait a minute..." Childe inspects the cake closely, narrowing in on the candles. "Why is there an eleven?"

Teucer scratches his neck sheepishly. "Those were the only candles we had left."

After another short-lived laugh, Childe manages a bite as everyone stares in expectation, the sound of a tight crunch enveloping the room, making you grimace in secret. If Childe feels like puking out his guts right now, he's doing a hell of a job hiding it from his darling siblings.

You're glad nobody forces you to take a bite, or it would've been a double homicide right then and there.

Soon enough, one by one the children file out of the room, satisfied with their visit. The reality is that they don't want to miss an episode of backyardigans.

Once they leave, you approach him with a napkin. He gets the gist, spitting out the remnants of the cake you slaved over for about two hours.

"Colour me impressed." You snort, moving the cake aside so you can take a seat on the open space next to him. "How're you feeling?"

"Amazing." He exclaims, eyes red like a crackhead's, nose runny, with goosebumps kissing his pale skin. He sure does look...amazing.

"Cool." You say, abruptly getting up. "I'm gonna vibe with the kid—"

His hand shoots out from underneath the blanket, clammy palms wrapping around your wrist to keep you locked in place. You gulp in anticipation.

"You kissed me." Childe reminds you, eyes twinkling in mischief, a vicious grin plastered over his stupidly handsome face.

You try not to choke on your words. "You have circumstantial evidence at most." No attempts are utilized to pull away from him.

He raises a teasing brow, and you give in because the tension is thick. Thicker than the tension between Albedo and Kaeya when the latter shamelessly unzips his front to show more of his biddies. You have no idea why he hasn’t been dress coded yet.

"Fine." You snap out of your impure thoughts, and huff out, frustrated all over. "I kissed you on the cheek."

"Still a kiss though."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes. Also, cute nails." He points out, hand moving down to grasp your fingers. The act is intimate, his caress gentle and caring. Despite his brash, violent personality, he shows you a completely different side to him that hatches butterflies in your stomach.

"Thanks." You show off the bright jewels on your index. "You have a real nail technician in the house."

Tonia has some serious talent.

When he taps one of the jewels, you slap his hand away. "Careful there dude. These cost me a fortune."

His chuckles die down and he smiles again, but this time apologetically. "They didn't trouble you too much did they? I know they can be loud."

"I like loud." You answer him truthfully. "They're fun to be around. Not nearly as chaotic as you."

He blinks in mock offence, eyes narrowing shrewdly. "You come into my house, talk to my siblings, and have the nerve to insult me? Right after taking advantage of me?"

"If you don't shut up, I'll also have the nerve to rip you a new one." You reply dryly with the innocent curl of your lips.

"Bet."

You're about to lunge at him and scream a string of obscenities that no one has ever heard of before, but the Archons are listening and you don't want his siblings to grow up without someone to look up to. Wait a minute—scratch that. You'd be doing them a favour if you wiped his existence right here and now.

You have a fragile heart though. So you sigh, and grab a fistful of sheets in both hands instead.

Childe's grin turns into a petrified scowl.

"Oh no," He pleads, weakly fighting you back. "Have mercy! Please!"

You have loads of mercy. Just not enough for him.

When you have him wrapped in a successful bundle, Childe can’t help but beam, laying limp in his confines.

“What are you smiling about?” You inquire, pulling out the medicine from his box, pausing momentarily in shock. “Wait a minute, don’t tell me you’re into these things you freak.” Head snaps up so fast you nearly suffer from whiplash.

He’s about to answer you but his words turn into a fit of shallow coughs.

“I’m into whatever you’re into.” Childe’s shrug is nonchalant. “Even if that means I have to be tied up. Kinky by the way.” He winks, and you roll your eyes, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as you hold the spoon up. The dark reddish medicine swirls in deep hues.

“Shut up and open your mouth.”

“Girlie, I don’t think you understand how contradicting that statement is.”

You momentarily wonder if it’s too late to abort yourself.

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Childe awakens at the crack ass of night, sweat slick, sticky all over, tousled hair sticking to his forehead. He’s a panting mess, eyes darting around the dark room, inhaling, exhaling, mind in a haze from the fever. Gaining somewhat of a grip on reality, he fumbles around to turn on his lamp, throat parched and in need of water.

When he manages to find the switch, he recoils at the brightness, adjusting to the sudden change in his vision. On his side table, there’s a bologna sandwich tucked safely in plastic wrap, a glass of room temperature water, and a bottle of painkillers.

His eyes disregard most of the things, finding interest in the bright pink sticky note next to the painkillers. Unable to ignore the dryness of his throat and the pounding of his head, he quickly gulps a pill down with most of the water, instantly feeling the relief of hydration.

Then, he pounces on the note, giddiness overtaking him despite the pang in his muscles, and the general feeling of absolute shit.

I had to leave. Don’t worry about your siblings, they’re all tucked in and fine. Except for Anthon maybe. Apparently he’s mildly lactose intolerant and thought it was a good idea to overdose on chocolate milk when I was busy with Teucer. Anyways, get better soon stupid.

— Y/N

He safely tucks the note under his pillow, edges of his lips turned upwards, warmth flooding his veins when he takes another look around his surroundings.

The room itself is cleaned, floor cleared from the initial clutter and the cool shiny collector’s knives he buys off of Amazon safely hung over the wall, not littered on his desk like they usually are.

The homework he was supposed do, but most likely wouldn’t, is already completed, stacked neatly atop each other.

Childe swears his heart bursts in his chest, exploding into tiny particles that overheat his entire body.

There’s no way in hell a few days worth of homework is gonna bring his failing mark up, but then again it’s the thought that counts.

While the sandwich is catered to his nausea, bland and plain for easy digestion, an easy fill, it’s the best meal he’s ever had in his life.

[lemx-n]

Mi Estrella || Camilo x F!Reader

Words: 1546

18+ dni

Definition: Y/n Castillo always has a stoic face on, speaks in almost whispers, a complete opposite of Camilo Madrigal. The boy wonders why the girl always seem 'emotionless'.

"You can be yourself around me."

"You don't understand Camilo, I don't want to hurt you."

Inspired by: A splash of paint and a wave of emotions (Bleepiebloopie on AO3)

Chapter 5

Previous: Chapter 4

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Camilo woke up by the sound of a loud knocking on his door. He covers his head with a pillow to block the sound, but it's no use when it suddenly bursts open. "Buenas dias primo!" Mirabel cheered while she tries to pull her cousin away from his bed.

"Go away Mirabel." He groaned as he digs his fingers onto the bedsheets. An idea pops up in the girl's mind, "If you don't go downstairs right now, the food for the birthday boy will get cold."

Camilo's eyes lit up at the mention of food. It's his birthday today. He then pushed Mirabel outside immediately to get changed.

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✰ Chapter 5 ✰

A Gift

Felix roars in laughter, "There's the birthday boy!" He ruffled Camilo's hair. "Happy birthday Camilo!" Everyone shouted with joy. The boy proudly puffs out his chest, "I feel loved, thank you everyone." He grinned. "Oh please, don't say that like you weren't." Isabela snarked. "Whatever prima." Camilo smirked, thinking of his next prank for his eldest cousin. "Come on everyone, let's eat." Alma clapped.

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6:00 pm

Y/n looks outside of the window, seeing many people walking to La Casa Madrigal. She knows that it's Camilo's birthday, who doesn't? She stays hidden in her house yet she feels bad for not going there and greet him. She thinks of an idea, a few minutes of thinking and finally, the light bulb lights up in her head. The girl walks to her room to start working.

Meanwhile, everyone in the Casita starts eating, dancing, and having fun. Camilo is in the kitchen, getting a stack of arepas, licking his lips at its delicious smell. "Remember sobrino, eat slowly." Julieta lectured. "I know tia." He then swallows a whole arepa in one bite before going back to the party.

Camilo sits on a chair to continue eating while looking at the people having a good time. Despite these many visitors, it still feels like it's missing someone, Y/n is not here. The realization hit him, he wanted to go outside to see her though it may cause his family to search for him.

Suddenly, a girl his age walks to him, "Hola! Just wanted to greet you a happy birthday." She smiled. Camilo thanked her, mirroring her smile. Then going back to finish his food.

Camilo burped, "Gracias." He mumbled with a content look. He stands up to return the plate only to almost dropped it by fright when he saw the girl still standing there. She laughs, "Sorry."

The boy chuckles, "It's alright, why are you still standing here? Aren't you supposed to join them?" He gestured to the dancing villagers. The girl replies, "I found it weird for the birthday boy sitting in the corner all alone, so here I am." Camilo grins, "Ah, thank you, but there's no need for that, I assure you, it's fine."

She plays with her hair, "Well, I was about to ask you to dance with me, if it's okay with you." Camilo nods, "Sure, what's your name?" "Lumina Reyes." "Pretty name for a pretty girl." He complimented. Camilo looks down at his ruana, "I have to change first, this one got messy." Lumina giggles, "Sure, I'll wait here."

He hurriedly walks to his room. When he got inside, he sees something shining on his bed. He steps closer to it and spots a bracelet with a tiny chameleon origami coated with clear nail polish as its charm. Beside it, is a small note. Camilo picks it up and read, "Happy birthday Camilo Madrigal ★ I hope you like it -Y/n" How did she..

The boy swiftly turns his head from left to right, she could be hiding in his room. He checks behind the curtains, under his bed, any hiding spots, still no Y/n can be found. Camilo sighs as he traces her name on the note with his finger. His heart starts racing while his face tints red. He wants to see her.

After changing into his best ruana, he runs back downstairs to get to the exit. "Camilo!" Oh no.. He feels bad now, he completely forgot about Lumina. "Where are you going?" She asked. The boy stammers, "I-I'm sorry, but I can't dance with you." He tries to look at her in the eyes. "Oh, it's okay." She smiles reassuringly. Camilo sighs in relief before thanking her and sprinting outside. He doesn't care about his family searching for him anymore, if they got caught, he'll just explain it to them, if it's easy to do so.

He expresses his gratitude to the villagers who greeted him on the way to the Castillo's house. He stopped in front of the door to fix his hair and ruana then he knocks while pursing his lips. Camilo's a confident guy but somehow Y/n makes his knees wobble.

Luckily, it was Alejandro who opened the door. The young boy looks up at him, he is as muscular but a foot taller than Mariano. He wished to look like these men someday.

The man spoke, "Camilo? Is there anything you need?" His face looks stern but his voice is gentle which made Camilo mentally sighs in relief. He thought he was one of those overprotective big brothers, the quote don't judge the book by its cover is right. "I want to see Y/n." He clasps his hands together behind him.

Alejandro nods, "Alright, I'll call her, happy birthday by the way." The boy bows gratefully with a grin. Alejandro walks up the stairs and knocks on Y/n's bedroom door, "Hermanita, you have a visitor. It's Camilo." He then goes to his room.

Y/n's head perks up at the name. She places the book she was reading on the nightstand and scoots off her bed. Getting her fan before she exits her bedroom and goes downstairs to see the boy. "Hola prinsesa" he kisses the back of her hand, "Thank you so much for the gift." He showed her his wrist that has the bracelet on it. "Out of all the gifts I received, this one from yours is my favorite." Y/n chuckles, "Really?" Camilo hums, "Did you make this by yourself?" Y/n replies, "Only the origami."

The boy widen his eyes, "Never knew you have this kind of talent." "It's just a folded paper." "It's still amazing." He broadly smiled making Y/n look down shyly. "You want to go outside?" Camilo asked. Y/n hums in agreement and outside they go.

They walk into a private area where they can see the moon with billions of stars surrounding it. Crickets can be heard and there's a sparkling lake in front of them. The teenagers sit down and lay their backs against a tree. "I've never seen this place before." Y/n spoke, "It looks beautiful." Camilo teasingly smirks at her, "It's a sign that you should go out more." He playfully nudged her. Y/n nudges him back while he laughs.

Camilo points at the lake, "Let's go there." He holds her wrist, leading her to the lake. He lets go of her and steps his foot in then the other. Y/n just stands there, looking wary at the water. "What's wrong?" Camilo asked. "I don't know how to swim." She admitted, hiding her face completely from embarrassment while biting her lip.

The boy chuckles, "It's alright, no need to be scared of swimming, the water's shallow." He reassured her. "Now, where are Y/n's pretty eyes?" He dramatically did a searching pose as he looks to his left, right, and back with his eyes squinting.

Y/n can feel herself blush. Her eyes are pretty to him? Perhaps he's just being nice.

She finally lowers her fan a bit. Camilo gasps with both of his hands press onto his cheeks, "There she is!" Y/n playfully rolls her eyes and decides to step into the shallow lake. The water's temperature is just right, so she guessed she don't have to worry about getting sick.

Then, mischief glints in her eyes. She bends down to get water in her hand. Camilo just watches her with curiosity about what she's going to do. All of a sudden, she splashes him. The boy shapeshifts into several people out of shock before shifting back to himself and spitting out the water that got inside his mouth. Y/n giggles while Camilo glares at her.

"Ok, you asked for it." He smirks watching Y/n runs away from him. He chases her and when he's close enough, he took the chance to splash her back making the girl gasp.

Soon it became a water fight, splashes here, splashes there. They're starting to get cold yet they didn't plan to stop. Fireflies start to appear around Y/n halting Camilo to gaze at her figure. She's glowing, literally. The boy is not sure if it's just his imagination or not. Nonetheless, without Y/n noticing, he lets out a lovesick sigh. She looks like the moon surrounded by twinkling stars as she plays with the water by kicking it.

Oh dear, if she is a gift from the Gods, he's going to cherish her forever.

☼︎End of Chapter 5☼︎

[niskoo]

[06:24]

pairing: boyfriend! Sunoo x reader (ft. enhypen!!)

genre: fluff <3

warnings: niki tackles sunoo UWFIU

word count: 840 words

a/n: AAAAA HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST BOY EVER!!!!! KING ABSOLUTELY OWNS MY HEART NOW ITS ALL HIS <333 MADE THIS SMALL DRABBLE FOR HIS BIRTHDAY, HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY!!

ALSO THIS MAYBE A BIT (A LOT) HALF-ASSED :(( I HAVE TO PACK A LOT BECAUSE APPARENTLY I'M GONNA BE GONE FOR 12 WHOLE DAYS?? BE PATIENT WITH ME :') OKOK BYEEE <333

Your master plan of operation ‘best boy sunoo’s best birthday!!’ has already begun to begin as you prick the candles into the homemade cake Jake and Sunghoon baked just a day ago.

Once you’ve adjusted everything and put it in its proper place, you clap triumphantly and clap with pride. Today was your boyfriend’s birthday, and unlike any other of his birthday’s you intend this one to be relaxing for him. All his other ones were always so energetic and exciting, you think that he deserves a simple relaxing day with nothing to worry about.

There are rushed footsteps in the hall, before Jungwon appears, and looks panicked. “Noona! He’s awake!”

You give him a panicked look as well, scrambling to grasp the younger boy’s shoulders, “No! I told you to keep him in bed!”

“He said he needed to go to the bathroom! When you gotta go, noona you gotta go,”

A disgusted look is thrown his way from Jay, who was preparing the cake to move to a tray. It is moved successfully, and then instantly being carried in the direction of the rooms as soon as possible.

Heeseung quickly turns away quickly, and in shock as Sunoo opens the bathroom door right next to him, yawning loudly as he rubs his eyes. Quickly, you walk up to your boyfriend and clasp both your hands on his face, “HA-HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!”

You squish his cheeks together, his lips poking out in a pout as he lets out a sound of surprise. He’s about to say something, but is cut off as you quickly kiss his lips shortly. It’s a very short, and sudden kiss, it shoots straight at his heart, where explosions light off and spreads a sensation of flush all over his body.

“Gosh, Sunoo,” You gush, pressing yourhand to his forehead, “You’re suddenly so warm! Come on, let’s get you to bed. It’s too early to be awake on your birthday!” And suddenly, he’s being dragged back into the room, and is gently pushing into Jungwon’s bed as you shush his incoherent confused mumbling.

“Just sleep, Sunoo. I’ll come back in just a second, I promise!”

It’s all a rush, it’s too fast for Sunoo to comprehend, being awake for only 10 minutes. He moves to get up, but decides not to from how fast you were before, you must really want him in bed. Sunoo sighs and flops back down into the mattress, trying to recall what the hell just happened.

The moment he’s wrapped back up comfortably in Jungwon’s blankets, the door bursts open, and in comes Niki, who practically sprints to Sunoo and leaps on top of him. The older instantly groans, but laughs nonetheless as his best friend yells birthday wishes into his ear. “Niki! I literally just got back into bed!”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUNOOO! MAKE A GOOD WISH, OKAY?”

“I don’t even have a cake yet-“

A flood of happy birthdays in many keys and different notes fill the room, each member singing over exaggerated riffs and high notes.

Affection fills Sunoo’s body, the sight of his best friends preparing him something so special just for him makes him soft, and proud that he’s found the right friends. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get happier than this.

It’s all he’s ever wanted in life, a happy friend group, who cares for him, who loves him, who does this for his birthday. Sunoo’s smile grows bigger and his cheeks start to hurt, but it’s alright, the swarming feeling of euphoria makes up for it.

The tray of cake and a cup of water is placed on Sunoo’s lap, careful not to tip it over like Heeseung does all the time. “Blow the candles! Make a wish!”

The boy simply stares at the cake, a small but very sincere smile grazing on his face. His mouth opens, but nothing comes out. What could he possibly wish for, when everything he’s ever wanted is right in front of him?

Sunoo simply smiles mischievously and takes in a long breath, before blowing the candles out passionately. The room is filled with cheers and yells of excitement, filling Sunoo’s ears blissfully as they congratulate him for his new age. Everyone has meaningful smiles, pure eyes, it’s a raw moment for him to keep.

“What did you wish for?”

The room grows silent at the question, anticipation building the atmosphere as Sunoo simply giggles at everyone’s curiosity.

“Nothing,” he answers, “I already have everything I want!”

“AYE SUNOO THAT'S TOO GREASY!”

“AH AT LEAST MAKE IT SOUND LESS CHEESY!”

“I THOUGHT YOU STILL WANTED THAT EYE MASSAGER!”

You smile in pure glee at the raw atmosphere laid out in front of you, thinking that you also have everything you want as well. Sunoo laughs loudly at the reactions he receives, saying how he was just trying to be corny and asking if anyone wants some cake.

It may not be the best birthday, but it’s enough for Sunoo to remember it for the rest of his life.