#please i need to buy my boyfriends birthday presents

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[strnilolover]

.✦ ── Anything For You ── ✦.

♡ !bf chris x !fem reader

⚠︎ warnings : fluff!!, pet names (baby, babe, angel, my girl)

♡ wc : 1.4k

♡ summary : just chris being an absolute sweetheart of a boyfriend cause omg.

Whenever friends would come over to your apartment, they’d always tell you that you have an obsession with stuffed animals. Half of your bed being cluttered with different sized plushies, ranging in all different colors.

Though, you wouldn’t say it’s an obsession. You’ve always found comfort in stuffed animals — holding them close at night when you sleep or when you needed to cry your heart out.

Whenever your birthday came around or Christmas, you would always ask for stuffed animals as a present or gift — never anything too big or expensive because you didn’t need them. Even as a little kid, you always had a stuffed animal clutched in your grasp when you walked around your childhood home.

When you had gotten with Chris, it took a while for yourself to invite him around to your place. A little afraid of what he might say to your overflowing pile of soft plushies and stuffed animals that resided on your bed. But, that fear inevitably fizzled out when he had bought and surprised you with a soft teddy bear. Telling you, “I see how you look at my stuffed bear I have, like you want to take it and cuddle it for yourself.”

That same day, you offered for him to come over when you were going home for the night, asking if he wanted to stay the night as well. And he happily obliged.

The first moment he stepped foot into your bedroom, he took in the surroundings. All the little decorations that screamed you, plastered around the room on the walls. But, his eyes immediately caught your bed and how a good portion of it was stuffed with all the different plushies.

He stared in awe, taking in the sight. But, he didn’t tease or tell you it was too much — instead he watched as you added the bear he got you to the pile, heart swelling as he watched.

“You know baby, I find it absolutely adorable that you have so many stuffed animals.” He said, grabbing your waist and pulling you flush against him. “Makes it more you.”

-

That was a few months ago. When that moment happened, it made you so happy to know he didn’t find it weird at all that you kept so many plushies with you.

Right now you and Chris were walking hand in hand through the mall. Walking past different stores and popping into a few to buy a few things. Something Chris loves doing is spoiling you — buying you all the little things you like that you have your eyes set on.

A lot of the time, you turn him down from buying you so many things because you feel bad for him spending so much money on you. But, he always reassures you that he wants to do it.

As you both continued to walk, your eyes immediately caught a store filled with stuffed animals. The soft plushies standing out vibrantly — your body almost immediately being drawn in the direction of the store.

“Chris — baby can we go in here please?” You ask, already tugging him along before he can respond. He just smiles, happily following you along through the doors.

Once you stepped inside, you detached from Chris’ arm, wandering away from him through the many isles there were. Your hands running over the soft fur of teddy bears and different animal shaped plushies as you passed each and every one of them.

Chris followed behind closely, watching as your eyes lit up in excitement by every thing you touched and passed. He loved watching you act like a child when you saw stuffed animals — knowing they always made a smile spread across your face, and that’s something he’d do anything for to see stay on your features.

As you continued walking through the isles — something big and grey caught the corner of your eyes. Your head immediately snapping toward it as your eyes widened.

It was a giant grey stuffed bunny. It’s large floppy ears cascading down the side of its face and flopping over its shoulders — your feet moved you closer to the giant stuffed animal, hands reaching out to touch its soft fur.

It was so soft, something that would be perfect for cuddling on the nights you weren’t with Chris. It’s large stuffed frame almost as big as your own body. “Look at how cute this is baby!” You say excitedly, picking up the giant thing and hugging it close as your body turned toward your boyfriend.

A smile spread across his face — you almost looked tiny compared to the rabbit you were holding. “It’s very adorable angel, s’that something you want?” He asked, his own hand reaching out to touch one of the rabbits floppy ears.

You stood there, holding the bunny as you pondered. As you were about to answer, the price tag caught your eye — making you wince. A frown pulling at your lips, you set the bunny down, turning to Chris once more. “Maybe another day?” You say, quickly walking past him with your head hung down.

Chris’ brows furrowed, watching you walk away back toward the entrance of the store. Your mood changed quickly — going from happy to a little sad. His eyes moved to look back at the bunny, quickly realizing why you had set it down and walked away so abruptly.

Sure it wasn’t the cheapest thing, but the way your face had lit up when you saw it and held it, was something Chris wanted to see stay on your face.

He grabbed the big plush rabbit, turning and walking toward the front of the store in the direction of the register. His eyes moved to look at you, who was already out of the doors, walking off toward a few benches to sit down at.

You didn’t look back as you walked out the doors of the store, knowing if you did you’d want to run right back in and land your hands on any of those you could get to. So instead, you walked to some benches, waiting for chris to follow behind you.

You sat there for a few minutes, guilt gnawing at your chest as you realized you just sort of left Chris without a reason as to why you wandered away. After a few more moments, you stood up, turning your body back toward the store even though you didn’t want to. But, you wanted to know where Chris had gone.

As you moved back toward the store, you saw Chris walking out of it. The giant bunny in his grasp as he made his way to you. You stopped, mouth agape as he stopping in front of you.

“Babe, what — why did you get that?” You ask, hands itching to reach out and grab the stuffed bunny. You felt bad, knowing the money he just spent on this thing.

He raised a brow at your question, the stuffed bunny still in his arms. “You wanted it, so i got it for you baby. I don’t care about the price, you know that.” He said softly, holding the bunny out for you to take. You hesitated for a moment — eventually grabbing it when you knew he wasn’t going to let up.

A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips, hugging the bunny close to your chest once more. “You didn’t have to…it was expensive.” You murmured, walking to Chris and hugging him the best you could with the bunny in your arms.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “And I said I don’t care about the price — I just want to see my girl happy, and if a stuffed bunny is going to that reason, then i’ll get you as many as you want.” He said, hugging you a little tighter, lips now peppering kisses down your head and to the side of your face.

You couldn’t help but giggle, shaking your head as kissed your face. Once his kiss attack was done, you pulled back slightly — head tipping up to look into his eyes. “Thank you baby.” You whispered, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips.

He hummed, accepting the kiss. Once you pulled back, he grabbed your hand, pulling you through the mall once more. “Anything for you angel.”

© strnilolover

♡ a/n : another chris fluff cause why not?? sorry if this seems kinda rushed and such, but i’ve been loving writing fluff so much recently. let me know what y’all want next!! (been thinking about writing more head-canons and more for Bakery owner matt :D)

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics where one character hates everyone but the other half of the pairing as requested in this ask. You can find part 1 of this rec here. You can find my other fic recs here. Please leave kudos and comments for the writers! Happy reading!

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[julianalvarez9]

daddy's day / rúben dias

author's note: need to stop having ideas for this man out of nowhere. wrote this in like, 2 hours, so not proofread at all, just wanted to get it out in time 😮‍💨 feedback is very much appreciated, as always! <3

summary: it was father's day, and even if rúben, technically, still wasn't one, you decided it would be fun to wake him up with a cake and some morning sex to celebrate the day.

warnings: SMUT!!! oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, badly traslated portuguese.

wc: 1.5k words.

you knew how strict ruben's diet was during the season. you hoped that, now that he was on holiday, he would lose it a little.

the cupcake was safely stored in the box it had since buying it in the bakery, and you felt giddy with excitement, trying to not make any noises as you were going up the stairs to your shared bedroom in the summer villa in portugal, where you two were staying. hopefully, rúben would still be asleep, like he was when you slipped out of bed earlier, when you went to retrieve the secret present.

peeking through the half-closed door, into the room, you saw your boyfriend soundly asleep. he had his top half on show, muscles making you salivate at the mere sight, while his bottom half was hidden behind the silk sheets. he had one one arm behind his head, and the other resting on his low abdomen, making him look as if he was sculpted by the gods himself. to you, he was.

you felt slightly guilty for waking him up, but in reality, he had already slept in more than he normally would have. your feet were soft against the carpet, wanting to avoid waking him up and ruining the surprise. you rested the little box in the bedside table at his left, and now, with your two hands free, you could use one to support your weight on the bed, swinging your right leg to straddle his lap. 

rúben's eyes remain closed, although you knew he must have woken up, given that your boyfriend was a known light sleeper. but even if you hadn’t known that fact, his calloused hands finding your waist would be enough alert of his woken state. still, he didn’t say anything, choosing to play pretend instead.

“baby, wake up,” you whined, and the littlest smile grazed his lips, “i have a surprise for you”.

that seemed to pick his interest, because he tried to open his eyes, but not successfully, given the excessive sunlight that painted the room. “you know it’s not my birthday, right, anjo?” he said, squinting his eyes to catch your expression. you nodded, but still, lifted slightly from his lap to retrieve the little bakery box.

he groaned in discontent at the loss of your body against his, but soon enough, you were pressed against him again; the silk sheet and your lace bottoms the only layers separating rúben and you. one of his hands found home in your waist, again, while the other one was kept under his head, in a makeshift pillow, that held his head higher, to maintain his focus on you. “it might not be your birthday, but it is father’s day”, you pointed out, opening the box to show the little round white cake, decorated with little red hearts.

the red letters on top that read “let’s eat this cake and have sex” remained hidden to rúben, who now was completely awake. you were too concentrated sweeping your finger over the cake and tasting the frosting to really see your boyfriend’s surprised expression. “you’re not a dad yet,” you rushed to explain, and the way he smiled, with his whole teeths on display, had you feeling warm inside. “but you could be a year from now”.

“so, are we celebrating in advance?” rúben giggled, and you shifted over him, now feeling his hardened member close to your heated center. he got up now, supporting his weight onto his elbows, and with this new position, he could see what the red letters said. his brows shoot up, curious if the sentence that could be read truly represented what you meant, and you only laughed, getting another taste of the frosting. it was a clear provocation given the pleased noise you made, and the ‘plop’ sound your finger made when it left your lips.

rúben dived right in, capturing your lips against his in a heated kiss that was interrupted sooner rather than later. “we’ll save this for later, yeah?” he said with a rough voice, taking in his hands the box that was placed on his abdomen to rest on the bedside table, again. you pouted “you didn’t even have a taste”, at which he replied, “interested in tasting other things first, anjo”.

you didn't comply when he swapped your bodies, now him being the one hovering over you. this way, he could kiss you how hard and deep he wanted, not afraid of dropping anything to the floor. it turned heated and messy quickly, with his wet kisses making their way onto the column of your neck, and down. “rub-ruben, please,” you begged, already feeling too hot under his ministrations. he reached with his kisses all the way down to your center, and with the help of his hands, rúben opened your legs further. “patience, baby. i need you to be all nice and wet before, yeah?”.

you nodded eagerly, and rúben chuckled at your enthusiasm that could be seen in your undergarments, which your boyfriend quickly took off you. even if he tried to play it cool, rúben was as hungry for you as you were for him, and it quickly showed when he dived right in, licking a teasing stripe up your pussy that had you bucking your hips against his mouth. he used one of his hands, that was previously holding the outside of your legs, to your stomach, making sure you were still against the mattress, so he could keep lapping at your folds like he was a starved man.

whether intentionally or not, his nose kept bumping into your clit every time his tongue slipped back inside your wet hole, and it had you rolling your eyes and arching your back in pleasure. “not gonna last long, rubs,” you warned, feeling your orgasm was fast approaching, but it seemed to have spurred him on: he didn’t take his eyes off you for a moment, instead, continued licking, nibbling and swirling his tongue in your heated center with renewed hunger, until you couldn’t take it anymore, and thus, exploding into his mouth.

his chin glistened with your arousal when he came back to hover over you, and you lifted slightly off the bed to be able to kiss him. he moaned against your lips when your hand found his dick, free since your last encounter the night before, and already leaking pre-cum. it felt painfully hard, so you stroked it expertly, before rúben grasped your wrist. “need to cum inside of you, bonita”.

your moans at the filthy words he says answer him, even when you can’t form a coherent sentence at the moment. he taps his cock against your entrance and looks into your eyes for approval, but the only answer he gets is a whine, followed by a strangled beg. “please, rúben, need you inside of me”.

he obliges, like he always does when it comes to you. being inside of you like this, completely bare, still feels new to both of you, and it heightens the pleasure incommensurably. rúben gets inside of you quickly, pushing the first few inches in, and you both gasp at the intrusion. you shut your eyes tightly due to the pleasure and he stops, afraid of hurting you with his length, so he pulls out before he’s even all the way inside.

“no, no, please,” you beg, again, while wrapping your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his middle, trying to keep him buried inside of you. “more,” you say, voice hoarse due to the screams, and rúben goes in again with renewed force, bottoming inside of you this time. “won’t last long if you keep squeezing me like this, anjo,” he grunts, and you arch your back against him, chests clashing together.

it doesn’t take long before a knot forms in your belly for the second time that morning. it’s difficult for rúben to snap his hips against yours, when you’re trapping him inside with your legs, but he doesn’t complain. instead, he turns to whisper the filthiest words into your ear. “you gonna let me fill this pussy, eh?” he rhetorically asks, “gonna make me a dad, yeah?”.

and with that, the knot snaps like a rubber band; your orgasm crashing over you with such force that it takes rúben down too, tight ropes of white painting your warm walls. your boyfriend’s careful not to crush you when he inevitably collapses, his warm exhales arising goosebumps over your neck, where his head is currently tucked in.

“you’re gonna be the best dad,” you say confidently, caressing his soft, warm brown locks that fall over his forehead, sticking there due to the small layer of sweat over both your bodies. “i can see it. a little one, with dias printed on their back, running around”. rúben sighs, and he can’t possibly tell you how much he has been thinking about it lately, ever since you two had the conversation of starting a family together.

“i only want them to look like you” he smiles, lifting his head up from the crook of your neck to see your flushed face. “a mãe mais linda di mundo” (the most beautiful mom in the world).

[formulapookie]

bezzetti birthday sex.

here's to you dear anon <3 (2.5k words later) under the cut for the smut

Cele knew Bez had something planned for his birthday, because he always had since they were messy kids running around tracks with their minibikes.

They’re still equally as messy, the bikes have changed, sure, but they’re still kinda kids at heart.

Like when last year Bez gifted him the Millenium Falcon Lego set for his 22nd birthday and they spent hours together building it.

Bez’s birthday is almost exactly one month after his, so he always has the chance to one up his boyfriend’s gift in that period, but this time he fears it’s gonna be complicated.

When midnight hits and Pecco uncorks the champagne he bought the day before, Bez immediately picks him up and kisses him, making them both laugh as they try to lose themselves in each other’s arms.

“You are amazing today, happy birthday amore” “You’re making me blush in front of everyone” “You’re so pretty when you do”

They kiss again, then they all chant “Happy Birthday” to Cele before bringing him gifts.

Most of them are bike related things, someone getting him new gloves, someone new knee sliders, someone going out their way and buying him a whole new leathers for training, since his are pretty demolished.

Bez is last, he always is with his gifts, he brings him a little light blue box, of course in his colors, with a blue ribbon around it.

Cele opens it and he doesn’t speak for a few seconds.

“Venice? Really?”

Bez nods, Cele loves that city, always has, but he never had time or chance to go visit it properly.

“Five days, you and me in Venice, no one to bother us with trainings or whatsoever” “I love you” “I know” “After the season ends we’re going to Venice ok?” “I love you so much” “I love you too”

Cele blushes again, Bez hugs him and kisses the bridge of his nose, then everyone starts asking for the cake, chocolate flavored of course, and another hour passes.

Mig gets completely drunk once again and Franky has to actually restrain him from trying to use Rubik as a horse and pace around the house like that, then Pecco takes a handful of cake and basically throws it on Luca’s face who starts running after him with the remaining piece of cake trying to hit him.

Bez and Cele steal every joint Franky tries to roll for himself, and he ends up having to smoke in the bathroom with Mig half asleep beside him in the bathtub asking to “please let me smoke I’ll suck you off later”, and eventually giving in to the compromise.

Bez had cursed because he just needed to take a piss, not to see Mig going at it with Franky in his bathroom.

Pecco and Luca had disappeared at some time during the night only to emerge from the guest bedroom half an hour later looking anything but collected as they usually are, making Cele tease them about it for a good ten minutes.

Rubik tried to steal Cele’s gloves a few times, and Bez couldn’t scold him for the love of God so he just gave his dog a pair of his own gloves to play with, trying to make it less obvious that the pitbull had drooled all over Cele’s new pair.

By three in the morning there’s only a few people left, including Mig and Franky, who visibly had more than just one trip to the bathroom together, judging by the state of Mig’s neck and walking ability.

When even they leave, kinda thrown out by Bez who can’t stand them being all touchy ald flirty on his couch for fuck’s sake, him and Cele are finally alone.

“Enjoyed the birthday?” “Except from the fact Mig and Franky kept the bathroom occupied for the majority of the night yeah, I did” “Oh come on as if we never did that to their house, or Pecco’s, or even at the Ranch when we partied for Pecco’s first title and you dragged me there, or-” “Yeah ok ok I get it I know stop saying it you know I get embarrassed” “Mh yeah that’s exactly why I bring it up”

Cele pushes him jokingly and Bez catches his wrist, pulling him close to his chest, kissing him deeply.

“Hello birthday boy” “Hello my favorite present” “Oh I’m a present now?” “Pretty much the best one of the last three years”

They keep kissing until they stumble in their bed, luckily not the one used by their friends, and Cele gets pinned to the mattress.

“Marco Marco come on” “Eager today?” “Been waiting all night fuck”

Bez smiles as he undresses himself, tossing the shirt somewhere around the room and Cele quickly following him.

As soon as Cele’s half naked he goes to kiss his neck, leaving a pretty dark bruise on it, halfway from the collarbone to his jaw.

He leaves a trail of wet kisses until he reaches the boy's nipple, he recently got it re pierced after Bez convinced him to do it.

And it honestly was one of the best things he did as of lately, he got hypersensitive and Bez can pretty much play with him and get him dumb whenever, especially if he’s already as aroused as he is now.

“Love this on you Celin, you look so cute when you squirm because I tease you” “You get - fuck - you get sensitive there too don’t act so superior”

Bez doesn’t leave the younger much time before beginning to suck on that nipple, toying with the other one in the meantime.

“Marco fuck”

Bez smiles against his chest, not interrupting his game, but moving the hand busy with Cele’s nipple down to unzip his pants and cup him through his boxers.

Cele arches his back slightly, his hand going to tug at the mess of curls Bez’s hair are right now, making the older moan lightly.

Bez is sensitive pretty much everywhere, but neck, nipples and hair are his most sensitive places, if they’re fucking and Cele is riding him all he has to do is get his hands in Bez’s hair and pull and he’ll get really close really fast.

Cele feels hot all over, he wants Bez inside him now, wants his stupidly big hand holding him down as he fucks him so good he wakes up still feeling it.

But as always the other loves to drive him slowly insane, more than he already is, toy with him as if he’s a mouse and Bez is a cat.

“Stop teasing it’s my birthday come on” “So when my birthday comes in a month I can boss you around like you’re trying to do now Celin?” “I don’t-  yes you can but now -” “You promised eh Celin, remember, now what do you want me to do?”

Cele bites his lip, there’s a thin string of saliva still connecting Bez’s mouth to his nipple and it’s fucking hot.

“I just want you inside please” “As you wish”

Bez removes his hand from the front of Cele’s boxers, which by now are basically soaked in precum, yanking off his pants and wet boxers making Cele groan in pleasure

He looks for the lube, three seconds during which his boyfriend props himself up to unzip his pants and urge him to be quick.

“I don’t care how eager you are amore, I still need to prep you ok?” “But come onnnn, we fucked yesterday I’m - I’m ready” “No you are not, not lay back and let me make you feel good alright? I promise I’ll fuck you so well Celin”

The boy whines as Bez pushes him on the mattress again, then he hears the sound of lube being squeezed and a cold sensation around his hole.

Bez’s lips find their place below his jaw once again, leaving small and numerous kisses all over it, while he pushes the first and almost immediately second finger in.

Cele’s hands fly to grab onto Bez’s back, nails scratching lightly already. He wants him so much he can’t even describe it, Bez always had this effect on him, since the first time they ever had sex, he’s addictive, you have him once you want him forever.

“Gonna use a third finger ok? Then I promise I’m fucking you” “Yes yes it’s ok it’s good just be quick with it I want you”

Bez smiles against his jaw, it comes natural to him when he’s with Cele, whatever situation they’re in.

When he pushes the third finger in, Cele digs his nails a bit deeper in Bez’s back, making him whine and speed up his movements, he’s scissoring and stretching him so well Cele thinks he might just come from that alone.

It’s overwhelming, it always is, the precision and rapidity of Bez’s fingers, they reach places inside him he can’t reach on his own, when he’s alone at home and he misses Bez’s touch, and tries to do what he does, but can never get that deep or fast or precise like Bez does, and that gets him insane.

“Fuck - I’m ready Marco I swear”

Bez leaves another hickey on Cele’s neck before removing his fingers and swapping them for his cock, which is painfully hard in his boxers now.

They kiss, a mess of teeth and tongue as the older get properly naked and starts pushing inside him, slowly but so fucking deep it has Cele moaning in three seconds.

By now his nails must’ve left marks, which is fucking hot for both of them, mostly for Cele, as Bez pulls out and slams back in making his back arch in pleasure he looks for the “C” he painted on Bez’s shoulderblade the day before with hickeys, then as soon as the older behind moving and setting his usual quick pace his mind gets lost.

It’s like waves of continuous pleasure drawing him at every thrust, Bez’s grunts just getting him more and more needy for it, like fuel to an already burning fire.

“Marco kiss me please”

And he doesn’t wait to hear it twice, Bez just presses their lips together, pushing his tongue past Cele’s teeth and never interrupting his thrusts, actually increasing the speed and depth of them.

“I love you so much” “I know” “What are you - fuck - Han Solo?” “Would you dress like Leila?” “Fuck off” “You’d look good Celin, you’d be my princess wouldn’t that be hot?”

Cele has to muffle a moan, he doesn’t know if it’s just the word princess or Bez saying it but it gets him immediately closer to the edge, and obviously Bez notices.

“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you? To be my little princess, get treated like royalty while I fuck you so good you forget your name?”

Cele moans again, Bez hits his prostate and he can’t help it, it’s all together and it’s all so much.

He’s so so close, he can feel the knot in his stomach about to burst.

“Mh not yet baby” “No please come on it’s my birthday” “You’re right bimbo, you’re right, but you still have to earn your gift no? So what about you ride me and then you can cum? Sounds good?”

It does. Because whenever he rides Bez he kinda gets the upper hand, he can tease more, and aside from the he loves riding Bez, he gets so deep inside him it almost makes him stupid.

“Yes yeah ok sounds - I’ll do it”

Bez kisses him deeply once again, pulling out and settling for a comfortable position to let Cele have access to his lap.

The older pats his thigh and Cele is quick to crawl to him, almost immediately trying to have Bez inside him again, sitting in his lap and guiding his cock against his hole, sinking on it as soon as he can, moaning loudly at the sensation.

“Come on Celin, you can move”

He follows Bez’s words like a command, and begins moving, tilting his head back as he rides Bez’s dick, so eager to come and make his boyfriend do the same.

His hands almost automatically go for the older’s hair, pulling him closer to his face to kiss him.

Cele moans inside Bez’s mouth, who’s eagerly swallowing every sound coming from the younger, especially once he gets his hands on Cele’s ass and squeezes it, helping him out with his movements.

“Are you tired already Celin? You want me to finish the job for you?”

And yeah, he actually is, his thighs are giving up, his brain is all over the place, sensitivity multiplied by a thousand times, and he really just finds it hot whenever Bez takes over the situation.

“Please”

Bez moans in his mouth before starting to meet his movements with harsh and deep thrusts, it’s obvious he’s close as well, Cele can tell by the way his moans are becoming louder and closer between them and the way he’s pulling him against his chest to feel him more.

Once Bez gets his free hand around his dick Cele knows it’s over, all it takes it’s a few strokes and he’s coming all over his boyfriend’s hand, leaking hot liquid making its way and dripping onto Bez’s thigh, while the older can only last so much before burying himself deep inside Cele and painting him white, Cele’s hypersensitive hole clenching at the hot sensation inside.

He climbs off Bez’s lap, cuddling beside him as he shifts to be laying on the bed, both taking deep breaths and looking at each other smiling.

“Fuck” “That was - god that was really good” “I still can’t believe I get to have you Marco” “Oh come on, at the latest it’s me who can’t believe I’m your boyfriend”

It makes Cele blush, the way Bez looks at him with the sun in his eyes.

“Can I make an early gift for your birthday?” “Always Celin”

He gets back on top of him, Bez casting a questioning look, then Cele lowers his head to level with his chest and Bez gets it.

“You possessive basta- fuck”

He’s drawing a heart with hickeys around his pierced nipple, something he’s done thousands of times now, to mark Bez as his, off limits for whoever may try to steal a glance at him.

He gets it done in less than one minute, then looks at his artwork for a good other few minutes.

“Happy now?” “Very” “Come here come on, I wanna cuddle you” “You’re always so -  you seem like a koala post sex you know?” “You enjoy me being clingy tho” “Yeah I do” “Then come here, we have to be up in like two hours to get to the Ranch” “No let’s stay here” “We got the race Celin” “I can’t wait for the season to be over do we can go to Venice” “Five days” “I’m already thinking of a few things we can do in five days there”

Bez smiles, leaving a kiss on Cele’s cheek before feeling him slowly drifting to sleep and quickly following him, keeping him tight in the hug. They’ll worry about cleaning up sometime later, right now the important thing it’s they’re together.

[a-french-coconut]

Solangelo

His day begins wonderfully.

Truly, it's one of those days where you wake up and think :

Nothing can go wrong !

And for two minutes, nothing goes wrong !

He doesn't stub his toes on the bathroom counter, his hair decided to cooperate on this fine day and the sun doesn't burn his eyes when he gets out in the open air.

Then, he sees Kayla an Austin trying, and failing horribly, to hang an enormous bander on Apollo's porch.

For one second, he is left in utter incomprehension as of why they would hand a sign saying Hyppe Bathdirt Will !

Then, to his grand horror, the bright orange letters makes a lot more sense when they spell Happy Birthday Will !

It's August 23rd.

Will's sixteenth birthday.

And Nico doesn't have a single gift to present to his boyfriend tonight.

Nor does he have a romantic date planned out, no fancy restaurant, not even a picnic on the beach.

"Nico !"

Kayla screams his name, making with her hand the universal sign of get over here.

One he can't ignore considering the bow hanging loosely on the girl's shoulder.

He has learned the painful way Kayla doesn't take too well being ignored.

But it's no problem, he's a demigod who fought two wars, survived Tartarus, he's capable of making a plan, of thinking rationally. He can still get Will a gift, doesn't have to be something big or shiny. It can be flowers or a box of chocolates.

What flowers does Will like ?

What kind of chocolates does he eat ?

Knowing him, he could eat the plainest almond chocolate or a specific pistachio with rose petals and lavender flavored one.

He had seen his boyfriend gulp down a raw egg yolk, claiming its "protein values.". From since, he likes to keep his mind open to any culinary gustos his boyfriend might have.

"Hey Nico, could you-"

"Help me."

"-help us ?"

Kayla drops the banner, eliciting a groan of frustration from Austin, and looks at him seriously.

"Nico Di Angelo, if you tell me on this day of all day that-"

"I forgot."

It's quite interesting to see Kayla's face reddens with anger, then slack with disbelief to finally settle in a disappointed glare.

"You've been dating for-"

"Four months, twenty-two days and five hours, I know, I keep track."

"Stop cutting me off or I'll shoot you."

"Hum, not to interrupt but Kay, we really need to put-"

"Austin," Nico cuts him off, "I am in dire need of both your assistance. Who, or what, is more important, the banner or me ?"

"The banner." The two children of Apollo answer at the same time.

First step of the plan, failed epically.

On to phase two, bargaining.

"If you help me choose a gift for Will, I'll buy you whatever you want for your upcoming birthdays."

"My birthday was two months ago."

"Yeah, and mine is like, in five months."

Phase three, the one he wanted to avoid.

"Please."

It's not that he isn't polite, he wouldn't want his mother turning in her grave, but he deems a annoying little sister like Kayla isn't worthy of his respect.

Not when she obviously takes great joy in seeing him in such a predicament.

One he caused himself, but that's not the point here.

"Okay, we'll help you." Kayla relents.

"For free even !" Austin adds.

They look at him expectantly, while he looks them waiting the just promised aid.

"The magic word if you may." she enquires.

"I already said it."

"The other one."

"Oh, thank you."

Kayla's face glows, while Austin, bless his gentle soul, gives him a gracious "you're welcome."

"I was thinking to get him something like flower or chocolates-"

"Boring."

"Okay... then Star Wars thingies ?"

"He already has every merch ever created."

"Flip flops ?"

"Don't feed his weird fetish of flip flops, I beg of you."

"Hum, lipgloss ?"

"Now you're just out of ideas." Kayla cackles, "and nice to know Will's lips are as chapped as they look. He thinks that because dad is the sun, we are immune to it. And he's the doctor. A miracle everyone is still alive."

"My preference for Will's lips are no concern of yours," He replies, cheeks slightly red. "And don't talk bad about him on his sacred day."

"It's not like he can hear me."

"Where did you even sent him ?"

He should have known something was missing when Will didn't barge in his cabin, pulling open the curtains like the psycho he is, always ranting about how he needs more vitamin D.

"He's in New York the whole day," Austin pipes up, "he's spending his birthday with his mother and then we will celebrate together tonight."

"Which means I have the rest of the day to find him a gift."

"Yep, open to suggestions ?"

"That is literally what I asked of you. Tell me, Kayla, do you perhaps miss a few braincells ? That would explain a lot of things."

"At least my remembering my boyfriend's birthday date cells are working."

"Okay, stop fighting you two." Austin intervenes, placing himself between the both of them. "I think you should get him something that remind him or your couple. It would be a sweet gift, right ?"

"What he said."

"I'm keeping that in mind, thank you Austin, and Kayla, for your assistance."

"You're welcome, now come one Kayla, we really need to hang that thing..."

Something related to their couple...

What could symbolise their relationship, the love they feel for each other ?

Better to have other ideas if inspiration doesn't come.

"What's on your mind, Nicolas ?"

"Don't call me that, Stoll."

"Only if you guess which one I am." The son of Hermes leans on him, looking at him expectantly.

"Connor, now get off me."

"Nothing could have prepared me to this betrayal-"

"So you're Travis, get off me."

"-from a such close friend, who I have known for years-"

"Aren't you supposed to be in college ?"

"-and still doesn't recognise- oh yes but this my best friend's birthday !"

Travis hugs Nico, ignoring the his protests.

"He's turning sixteen ! I remember when he was a small, fray child, such an easy victim !" He sighs, shaking his head, "they grow so fast, don't they ?"

"Mmmhh !"

"What ? Oh sorry, there you go."

He lets him go, Nico putting two good meters between them to avoid any kind of other physical attempts.

"What are you getting him ? Must be something nice !"

"That's the problem, hum, I don't have anything."

Travis' face falls.

"But-" he stutters, "you're his boyfriend !"

"I know !" Nico snaps, "I know and that' why I need to fix this."

"Do you have any ideas ?"

"Austin and Kayla think that I should gift him a present related to our relationship."

"That's a good idea !" Travis' face brightens.

"But I don't know what, yet."

"Oh..."

"Yeah..." Nico mumbles, twisting nervously his skull ring.

"Ooooh" Travis says, excited, " I know the perfect gift !"

"What it is ?"

"A motorbike !"

"Travis..."

"It's perfect ! And he already know how to drive, we used to do races in his grandpa's farm fields and he loved them !"

"There's no way I'll find a bike in less than twenty four hours."

"No, but I can ask Nyssa to build one," Travis shrugs, "she'll have it ready before sundown."

"Tell her that I owe her." Nico screams to Travis as he sprints toward the forges.

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"Shhh ! He's coming !"

"Yeah , I see him."

"Is he glowing ?"

"Obviously, Lou Ellen, he just spent the whole with his mother, who he adores."

"Shut up Travis."

"Make me-"

"If you two ruin this surprise, I'll send you to my father right now."

"So grumpy, and it's not a surprise. Have you not seen the gigantic banner ? By the way, why is it not on Apollo's cabin like it was supposed to ?"

"We had complications."

"That's slight way to say that you didn't want to help me, Kayla."

"Don't listen to Austin, Travis, he's lying."

"Everybody close their dam mouths ! He's getting closer."

"I understood that reference."

"And I understood that reference."

"Gods give me strength."

When they hear Will's footsteps passing their hiding place, Cecil mouths to the group a countdown.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY WILL !" They all scream while standing up to hug Will, who is effectively glowing.

"Guys, you really didn't need to do all of this." His boyfriend says, cheeks a bright red.

"Nonsense Willy !"

"Travis ! You came !"

"Everything for my best friend."

They hug, Will laughing at something Travis whispers in his ear before his gaze falls on Nico.

The way his face lights up, a beautiful smile gracing his features, makes Nico's heart pound faster, skeletons butterfly flying in his stomach.

"Nico !"

Will's hugs are the warmest embraces Nico ever felt, they're comforting, heart-warming, familiar now.

Even so, he never gets tired of them.

"Happy birthday, amore mio." He whispers in his ear.

After lot of embarrassing stories, Travis being the main reason of that, and new created memories, it's finally time to open the presents.

Austin and Kayla gave Will a charm bracelet, with customised charms relating different stories the three of them shared.

Drew offered him a very nice sweater, something about she can't have friends wearing only flannels and cargo shorts.

Travis' gift was a photo album, enchanted by Lou Ellen so that the pictures were alive, going from their childhood to today.

Finally, it's Nico's turn.

"I actually have two gifts for you."

"So thoughtful of you." Will smiles, looking at him fondly.

"The first one is Travis' idea though."

"Yeah, you can thank Nyssa later too."

"What did you- oh by Apollo !"

He has to say, Nyssa did a wonderful job.

The motorbike is gleaming, freshly painted and even though Nico has no knowledge of bikes, he can see that it is a true beauty.

"This is amazing !" Will swoons over the bike, "I can't wait to get my licence to drive it !"

"You know, technically you don't need-"

"Travis, I'm going to get my licence."

"If you insist."

Will rolls his eyes before looking back at Nico.

"Thank you, love, this is a wonderful gift."

Nico's throat goes dry, nervousness jolting his body.

"I have to warn you, the second gift is, hum, well, I'm afraid you might find it too intensive."

"Nico," Will takes his hands, "nothing from you is too intensive."

"Then here you go."

He takes out of his pocket a little box and opens it.

Two matching rings, one golden and the other black, are inside. On the metal is engraved "I love you".

Will's breath hitch and Nico is afraid to have gone too far.

"I know this is a big gesture-"

Will kisses him, a light kiss since they have a public but Nico feels the passion behind it, the underlying love and affection Will holds for him.

"I love them", his boyfriend softly says, putting on his ring, "I love you too Nico di Angelo."

"Oh my gods, did they just get engaged ?"

"Cecil, please shut up."

Will laughs, his cheerful laugh that you can't help but join and soon, sounds of joy and happiness echo in the night as they party the whole night.

"How did you get the harpies to leave us alone ?" Will asks Travis, contently seated next to Nico, an arm around his waist.

"I'm full of surprises."

"He volunteered to help them the whole week in kitchen duty."

"Cecil ! Stop spilling my secrets !"

[junekissed]

packages, boxes and bags

day eight of junkissed's svt season's greetings event

member — boyfriend!seokmin x reader genre — the sweetest and purest fluff word count — 3.1k synopsis — you’re having trouble finding the perfect gift for your boyfriend on your first christmas together. maybe his friends can help. warnings — a little cursing, reader is called seokmin's girlfriend, pet names (baby, honey), they are so damn cute it hurts, when can i have my own seokmin god please i'm begging notes — lowercase intended. i apologize this is late but i was busy the past couple days and i also didn't have much inspo for this. so imagine my surprise when today i sit down at my laptop and boom three thousand words just. appear. but i am so happy with how this turned out and i hope you will be too. i must warn you all this is disgustingly sweet and precious and i definitely screamed into my pillow more than once while writing this. i hope you enjoy :) p.s. i promise this isn't an ad for kay jewelers— blame @duhnova for that

one reblog = one (almost) engagement ring

you shut your laptop closed and groan, putting your head in your hands. this was never going to work.

you’ve spent the better part of your day off on websites like amazon, macy’s, even walmart, trying to find the perfect gift for seokmin.

despite being together almost seven months now, it’s the first time you’ll be spending christmas together. and… you have absolutely no idea what to get him.

first you thought about getting him some little gadget for his computer at work, maybe a new keyboard or a cute new mouse pad. but then you remembered how he told you in passing the other day how he couldn’t stand how his job had him hunched over his computer all day, and he was thinking about looking for a new one where he wouldn’t have to be on it so much.

then you thought you might get him a nice framed picture of the two of you, something small to keep in his apartment for when you’re not there. but when you came over last weekend, the first thing he did was show you the digital photo frame he found in his closet that his mom got him for his birthday that he’d forgotten about. he was stoked to “finally be able to put it to good use” and had programmed it with dozens of pictures of the two of you.

you’d tried google. you’d looked at every gift-giving website under the sun. you’d even asked your best friend what she was getting for her boyfriend for christmas to see if it might spark an idea. 

but everything you come across is either something he already has, something he doesn’t need, or something he could easily get on his own.

so… you were stuck. thoroughly and completely stuck.

meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, seokmin is currently on the other side of town, running through the mall in a panic, trying to figure out what to get you.

he knows he shouldn’t have waited until three days before christmas to get his holiday shopping done, but he’s been busy– there’s a huge promotion up at his job, and he’s doing everything he can to get it. not only would it mean less sitting at his desk all day and more moving around, it would also mean a big raise, so you can finally move in together like you both have been wanting to. now that would be a perfect christmas present if he gets the position, but he won’t find out if he has or not until the new year, so that rules that out. 

it’s your first christmas together, so he really wants to go all out. winter is his favorite season, and now he gets to spend it with his favorite person, so why wouldn’t he make it something extravagant? except… he can’t find anything to get you.

so here he is at the mall downtown, ducking into every store and searching for something, anything that might give him an idea of a gift you might like.

he doesn’t wanna buy you clothes, because that’s lame, and also because he doesn’t wanna get something that’s not guaranteed you’ll like. what if you think the fabric is too itchy, or you don’t like the pattern? returning or even exchanging his gift would mean a big failure.

he doesn’t wanna buy you the trinkets he found at that one gift shop, because even though they are cute, they’re not special enough to get for you. these are the type of things he’d pick up for you on his way home from work as an everyday treat, or at the very most, a stocking stuffer; you deserve more than some cheap little thing he found on a whim.

he thought about getting you a new purse, because you said you’ve been needing one since the strap on your current one broke, but he’s pretty sure you already bought yourself one when your boss gave you an amazon gift card as a thank-you for all the overtime you’ve been doing lately.

it seems like everything he thinks of to get you is a dumb idea. so now he’s stuck. thoroughly and completely stuck.

you sigh, pulling out your phone and scrolling through your gallery, praying that one of the photos is hiding some kind of sign that’ll tell you exactly what to buy him. but as expected, there’s no magic word or wish list or qr code that leads to the perfect gift.

you’re just about to give up and call him and just ask him what he wants, when an idea hits you. calling him would be admitting to him you can’t think of something special to give him, but calling his friends… now that, that might get you somewhere. they’ve known him for way longer than you have, they must have some idea of things he likes or might want.

you quickly dial the number of his friend minghao. you’ve only met him a few times at some get-togethers, but he seems like the most responsible out of his group, and the most likely to give you a helpful answer.

he picks up on the first ring, but the voice that answers… isn’t minghao?

“hello seokmin’s girlfriend! this is minghao’s phone, how can i help you!”

“junhui, i told you to stop touching my phone!” you hear a voice in the background that you guess is minghao.

“fi-ine,” the first voice—junhui?—grumbles, and you hear a shuffling noise as you assume the phone is being passed back to its owner.

minghao sighs. “hi. sorry about him. what’s up?”

you try not to laugh at the phone mix-up. “just, uh, have a question for you.”

“mhm?” he prods.

“has… seok mentioned anything he wants for christmas? or, like, is there anything you know he needs?” you ask, hoping it sounds nonchalant.

he hums. “mm, not really. are you trying to come up with a christmas gift for him?”

you whine. “yeah. but i’ve tried everything, i can’t think of a single good thing to give him.”

minghao pauses. “he’s really sentimental, but you probably already figured that out by now. the best i can suggest is something homemade, or something related to some kind of memory you have together. he’d like that.”

you freeze. “i… i think i’ve got an idea,” you say jumping up from your chair. “you’re the best, minghao, i owe you big time for this.”

“don’t worry about it. merry christmas.”

you hang up the phone and open your laptop again. this just might work.

you hadn’t planned on spending this much on seokmin’s present, but why not go all out? sure, you’ll have to cut back on your morning coffee for a couple weeks, but it’ll be worth it to see the look on his face on christmas morning.

at the same time, across town seokmin’s just walking out of the jewelry store, a shiny velvet box tucked into his jacket pocket. it’s a lot more than he wanted to pay for it, but it’s better than showing up empty-handed. besides, if that promotion comes through like he hopes, he’ll pay it off in no time. it might have cost a small fortune, but he just knows it’ll look so pretty on you. he can’t wait to see you wear it.

christmas eve finally rolls around and you’re standing outside the door to seokmin’s apartment, your arms full of bags for the weekend you’re spending with him.

his entire face lights up the second he opens the door, and he squeezes you in a tight hug before giving you a soft kiss. “hi baby,” he says, almost shyly. “merry christmas.”

he grabs the bags from you to carry them inside, and you give him another kiss. “merry christmas.”

he takes your things back to his room to set them down, then comes back out into the living room, wrapping his arms around you again. “i’m so glad you get to be here,” he says quietly.

“mm. me too.”

the room is quiet, besides the faint honking of cars outside. you snuggle up on the couch together, picking out a movie to watch, the dim lights casting a soft glow around the apartment.

“do you wanna open your present now?” he asks when the screen turns black and the credits slowly roll past.

“seok, you have to wait until christmas! we can’t open all our presents tonight!” you giggle, and he pouts.

“please?” he says, looking up at you with those big, pleading eyes you adore so much. 

“fine,” you concede. “but only one! or else we won’t have anything to open in the morning.”

he grins and gets down on the floor beside the couch, crawling over to the tree to grab a small wrapped box nestled into the bottom branches. he comes back over and sits at the base of the couch, putting one knee up as he hands you the box.

he grins up at you as you tear open the wrapping paper, revealing the soft velvet jewelry box.

you look down at him, and he nods eagerly, motioning for you to open it. you hesitate. it definitely looks expensive, way more than you would’ve wanted him to spend on you. but you did pay almost $300 renting the place for his gift, so you write it off as being even.

you delicately pry the box open with your fingernail, revealing a breathtaking ring absolutely covered in diamonds and intricate silver gilding. it gleams even in the low light, sitting in its little velvet box, staring up at you.

you gasp, throwing your hand over your mouth. “seokmin, what the fuck is this!?”

his smile instantly drops, the color draining from his cheeks. “do you not like it? i can probably still return it, i have the receipt–”

“no!” you shout, and he jumps, eyes wide. “no,” you repeat, calmer this time. “no, i love it. it’s gorgeous. i just– i thought we were doing… small presents first?” you stutter, still in shock at the beautiful piece of jewelry in your shaking hands.

he blushes. “i… wanted you to wear it now,” he murmurs.

you study him, and suddenly you realize he’s still down on the carpet on one knee. and everything finally clicks.

you scream as you jump up from the couch. “seokmin, you’re not proposing, are you?” you gasp.

“no?” he stammers, confused why you’d think he is, before realizing himself that he looks… well, he definitely looks like he’s proposing.

he hurriedly puts his knee down, sitting flat on the carpet. “i’m not! i’m not. this is just a really nice ring, i swear,” he rushes to explain. “at least, not yet,” he mumbles under his breath, but you don’t hear him. you’re still focused on the fact that there’s more diamonds in this ring than you can count on one hand.

you’re still standing in front of him, mouth hanging open, and he’s starting to get worried because you haven’t said a word in a few minutes. “do you want me to propose?” he asks hesitantly. because, screw it, he’s already got the nice ring; if you’re ready, then he’s ready, might as well—

“no! i mean, yes, i do, i really do, but not right now, i…” you trail off, not sure how to continue.

the room is silent, both of you staring at each other. after a minute he stands up, taking his seat back on the couch. “oh no,” he says, finally breaking the silence with a groan. “i ruined this, didn’t i?”

“no,” you sigh, having recovered enough from the shock to sit next to him again. “no, of course not. i’m just… surprised. i wasn’t expecting this. it must’ve cost a fortune.”

“it’s rude to ask someone the price of a gift, you know,” he says, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“trust me, i’m not asking,” you laugh. “i don’t even wanna know.”

“can… can i put it on you?” he asks, his voice getting soft again.

you look at him, and then at the glittering diamond ring in his hand, and you can’t not accept it. you nod, letting out a quiet “mhm” in agreement.

your eyes start to water as he slides it onto your finger, and he looks up worriedly when you sniffle. “it’s so pretty, oh my god,” you whisper, more to yourself than to him.

“please don’t cry,” he says softly, and he looks so upset that you have to reassure him you’re not mad and you just really, really like your gift. 

you admire how it looks on your finger for a second before you scoot closer to him and wrap your arms around him.

“i love it, baby,” you murmur. “you really didn’t have to do this.”

he hums. “but i wanted to. i wanted to show you how much i love you.”

tears well up in your eyes again, and you bury your face in his neck to hide them. “you already show me. every single day.”

he sighs, a happy sigh, relaxing into your arms. “i’m glad you like it.”

you stay like that for a while, gently rocking back and forth on the couch, peacefully enjoying everything. the scent of his cologne wafts around you, a comforting, familiar smell, and the colorful lights of the christmas tree shine softly in the background. you wouldn’t want to spend christmas anywhere else.

you pull away a little, breaking the silence with a short laugh. “mine’s gonna look so stupid compared to yours,” you pout as you snuggle into his side, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“are you gonna make me wait until tomorrow to open it?” he asks, rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

“no,” you sigh. “it’s probably after midnight by now, anyway.” you lift yourself out of his arms, going back into his room to get his present from one of your bags.

it’s a lightweight little box, and you hand it down to him. the gift itself isn’t big in size, but you know he likes taking the wrapping off, so you put it in a box and wrapped it for him.

he waits for you to come sit beside him again, and he opens it, carefully tearing the red and green paper with a grin on his face.

he opens the box, revealing a small piece of paper. he looks back at you. “baby? what’s this?”

your cheeks heat up as you begin to explain, suddenly feeling shy about your gift. “well, i… i rented out the movie theater we went to on our first date, and i thought it would be fun to, just… spend the day there, i don’t know.” you trail off, looking down at your hands, until seokmin takes them in his own.

when you look back up at him, his smile is so wide, it almost looks like it hurts. “i love it,” he beams, his voice breaking a little. “that’s so thoughtful, honey. i really love it.”

he leans forward to squeeze you in a hug, and you can’t help but smile, too.

“this is the best christmas ever,” he sighs into your neck, holding you tightly against him. “love you so much.”

he sits back, pulling you onto his lap facing him. “do you know where i got the ring from?” he asks suddenly, locking his hands behind your lower back.

you look at him. “um, kay? it says it on the box.”

he grins. “and?”

you frown in confusion. “and… what?”

the tips of his ears turn pink. “y’know, their slogan? ‘every kiss begins with kay’? from the commercials?”

you blink at him.

he groans, rolling his head back. “can i just kiss you now, please?”

you giggle, throwing your arms around his neck and rubbing your nose against his. “fine.”

and just as he’s about to, his pocket vibrates, and he pulls out his phone.

“my… boss?” he says, confused, showing you the screen.

you whine, resting your chin on his shoulder. “what does he want that can’t wait? it’s one in the morning on christmas eve– well, technically christmas morning, now.”

he looks at you with pleading eyes, and you sigh. “you can answer it. quickly, though, please?”

he presses a kiss to your cheek in thanks before sliding the button to accept the call, holding the phone up to his other ear. “hello?”

you can’t hear what’s being said on the other line, so you close your eyes, worn out from the night’s big surprises. you have a lot to do tomorrow—today—and you’ll need sleep if you want to spend the whole day with him like you want to.

seokmin sits up suddenly, startling you. you lean back, looking at him, wordlessly asking if something’s wrong. but he’s beaming, his smile so bright you’d think he’d just been told he won the lottery, and you crease your eyebrows in confusion.

he stays on the phone for another minute, listening intently. “thank you so much. merry christmas,” he says finally, then hangs up, tossing his phone to the other end of the couch.

“what? what is it?” you ask, still concerned despite his giddy expression.

he settles back, his hands sliding to your waist and holding you up on his lap. “i just got some news,” he says, and you know he’s being vague on purpose to draw out the suspense.

you pout. “well, are you gonna tell me, or not!”

he giggles, unable to hold it back any longer. “i got the promotion!” he yells.

your mouth falls open. “what promotion?” you ask, tentative.

“i didn’t wanna say anything unless i was sure, but there’s been a position available at the company, and they wanted to hire someone from within,” he says excitedly. “it wasn’t guaranteed that i’d get it, but i did! i got the promotion!”

“aw, seok! i’m so proud of you, baby,” you smile, leaning down to kiss him.

he pulls away after a second, and you look at him expectantly. “i have more news,” he says with a grin.

“and?”

“and… it comes with a big raise, so we’ll finally be able to afford a place together,” he beams, rubbing his hands up and down your back.

you bite your bottom lip to stop it from trembling, and feel your eyes well up with tears, spilling down your cheeks.

he calls your name softly, and you look up at him. “are you… what do you think?” he asks, his big eyes searching your watery ones.

“i– i’m just so happy,” you stammer, leaning down to hug him again. “i love you so much. this is more than i could’ve ever asked for.” you bury your face in his neck, letting your tears of joy fall onto his sweater.

“merry christmas, honey.”

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Birthday Boudoir: Tom Ludlow x f!reader

Genre: tooth-rotting fluff Triggering Warnings: I use these pictures and gifs as references or inspirations for my writing only. I don't and won't romanticize or normalize their behavior; their age gap relationship, drugs, violence and etc. in the movie.

His birthday with the best gifts he ever received.

Author's Note: I love how Tom has masculine energy this much... 🧎🏻‍♀️I love love him. Please enjoy guys.

Credit: Polarr filter by @hayrolinefilters on ig

Today is Tom's birthday. You both usually go out side and find a good restaurant to eat together but this year Tom just wants to spend special time with you in this house. Eating home cooked meals, watching you both favorite movies and snuggling up together.

Tom said he doesn't want any presents for his birthday, he just wants you but you end up buying him a present anyway, how could you not give any presents for your boyfriend? Birthday is a special occasion for someone. You told him that you will go to the bathroom while you both were watching movies on the bed together. You walk through the hallway to the bathroom but you don't actually walk into it, you stop right in front of the door and open the drawer where you hide the present from him. It was wrapped delicately inside a dark blue box with a white ribbon wrapped around it

You slowly walk into the bedroom. Your room is quite dark because you both love turning off the light and watching movies in the dark, as if it's a theater. Tom sees you walk in with a little smile on your face, he's curious. “What?” Tom doesn't pay attention to the movie anymore, he looks at you with curious smile. Both of your hand hide behind your back because you don't want him to see it too soon. You didn't say anything but you slowly got into the bed instead. He notices the hand so he asks. “What is it? My present?” He's not stupid. You just give him a big smile when he finds out. Tom chuckles at you before giving a kiss on your cheek. “You didn't need to do that.” You give him a smile before crawling into his lap and hand the present to him. “It's my favorite person's birthday, how could I not give you anything?” Tom receives the dark blue box, you intentionally choose this color because it matches his uniform which he usually wears it. You always glance at him while he is dressing up, it looks really good on him. “Open it.” You're sitting in the middle of his legs while your head is resting on his chest. Tom turns off the television and turns on the lamp instead because he doesn't want the movie to interrupt this special time and then he gently pulls the white ribbon out before opening the box. There's a luxurious black watch in it. John raises his eyebrows and gives you a little kiss on your forehead. “Thank you, baby. I broke the old one last week from arresting a criminal. How did you know?” You look up at him and say. “I noticed you don't wear it lately. I checked in your accessory drawer and I didn't see it, so I assumed it was gone or maybe broken.” You always notice these little things, he always loves that. He doesn't need to talk or explain much because you pay attention to every tiny detail of him. So sweet. Tom slowly puts it on his wrist and takes a look at it. It's shiny and delicate, it's similar to the old one but this one is better. “Happy Birthday, baby. I love you.” You use one of your hand and place it on his cheek before giving a kiss to the opposite side. “I love you too.” Tom slowly leans over to your face and gives you a passionate kiss, his hand moving up to your neck. His soft lips now press against you meanwhile you let his tongue come into your mouth. It's so smooth and sweet, you slowly close your eyes and let him do it. After a moment, you both break the kiss. It was so romantic, kissing in dim light.

“Actually... I have another present for you.” Tom raises his eyebrows when he hears that. You didn't have your do that at all, the special time that you spend together tonight is enough for him. However, he knows that you are the kind of person who loves to surprise him. He understands that. “What is it?” He gives you another kiss and looks at you. “I want you to close your eyes and I will go get the present.” Tom chuckles with low voice. You are such a tease, it makes him excited even more. He can't think of any other present you could buy for him. “Okay” He answers before closing his eyes. “Don't open until I tell you to. Promise?” Say sweetly. Tom just nods his head. You get off the bed before going to the closet, you slowly take off your clothes and pick a white lingerie set from the closet. It has a top that looks like a bra with elegant style and a bottom that looks almost like a little skirt with the same style. You just want to be beautiful in his eyes, you love when you're beautiful around him, even he always says you are already beautiful but you need to be more beautiful on his special day. Tom can hear the sound of clothes but he still can't guess what gif he's about to get.

Soon, you are finally done dressing up in this white lingerie set. Tom can feel the movement of the mattress when you slowly crawl to him. You fold your legs and sit on your heels, looking at him with his eyes closed. “Open your eyes.” You say smiling softly. His eyes slowly open and look at you, his gaze lingering on your face, your cleavage, your waist and your legs. It's the same you but this time in this beautiful white lingerie set while Tom is in his dark blue pajamas, your favorite color. A smile slowly forms on his face. He likes it, you look really gorgeous in this lingerie. The way your skin looks so soft and smooth. The way your long hair falls on your shoulders, the way you are so small when compared to him because he's much bigger and taller so when you both are in the same bed you're like a little cat to him.

“Come here.” Tom calls you but he moves to you first. Maybe he can't just wait any longer. Tom gives you a passionate kiss on your lips while his hand gently pushes you down on the mattress. One of hand now on your thigh, squeezing it. His big hand can almost wrap around your leg easily. His rough skin makes you feel goosebumps a little. “Is this the present, huh?” Tom broke the kiss and asked you while his body was rubbing against yours because you were completely beneath him. “Yes” you said smiling before touching his face and leaning up to kiss him. Soon, you are on his laps. “You look beautiful... I just want to fuck you right now.” Tom tried to say while your lips were still on his. A small chuckle comes from your throat. How cute. He thought. “You still don't get the actual present yet.” Well, you really love to surprise him. Tom raises his eyebrows again with curiosity. “Are you gonna let me fuck you later?” He broke the kiss for a moment and continued. “Well, that's count but not the one that I am talking about.” Tom grabs your face and continues the kiss after you talk again. He just doesn't want his lips to take a break from yours. You can hear a low groan from his throat, he's satisfied with the kiss. His hands roam around your waist and up to your bare back. Tom moves his lips to your neck and gently kiss it, nibble it time to time. “What else are you gonna give it to me, baby?” He tried to say while he was busy with kissing your soft skin. You tilt your head for him so that he can kiss you easier. Your hands are now resting on his shoulders.

You slowly lean to the side table and grab a Polaroid camera from the drawer. Tom stops kissing you for a moment and follows your hand. He's curious about the present. You're hard to read. Your hobby is photography. You love taking pictures because it can capture your memories. The idea that you come back and look at it, the feeling of that time will come across your mind. And the fact that we can't remember all of our life memories so taking pictures is the best way to remember it, that's what you think. You have many cameras in this house because you're so professional about it. You have every type of cameras; from Polaroid to digital. Now, the camera is in your hand. Tom looks at you with curiosity in his eyes. “I want you to take a picture of me. In this white lingerie...” he can feel shyness through your voice. His cute girl is trying to be sexy tonight, so adorable.

Tom chuckles with the way you want him to. It's interesting for him because he thinks taking pictures of you while you both are in the same bed with casual clothes on is something that makes you both feel intimate and connected. Learning, seeing about each other body is another kind of love language for him. “Sure, my beautiful girl.” You hand the camera to him before leaning down on the mattress, posing like a model. Your little legs cross each other while one of your hand places on the mattress. You look stunning. Tom pick up the camera and point it at you. Your eyes are on the lens shyly. He can see the way your eyes move a little with shyness, it's just hard for you to keep your eyes on the lens when he is looking at you through it. “3... 2... 1...” you can hear the sound of shutter noise. The picture of you slowly printing it from the above of the camera. You love how Polaroid pictures can do something like this, you don't have to wait for so long. The picture is finally show up. Tom picks it and takes a look, he smiles at your picture. You don't look beautiful less even in the picture. “Can I see it?” Tom hands it to you. “Sure, baby.” You take a look at it. It's better than you thought.

“I love it.” You say as he leans on and gives you a kiss again. His girlfriend is so beautiful, he would do anything for you. He would kill for you, he would protect you at all costs. You're all he has. It's just you and always you. His hand wipes your hand from your shoulder so he can feel your skin more. His big hand gently rubs your shoulder, and down to your hand before the other side of his hand handing you the camera. “Take a picture of me.” He said. You didn't expect that actually, all your point is him taking pictures of you. “Okay...” you say with your soft voice before picking up the camera then look at him through the lens. He looks really handsome in dark blue clothes. It makes his skin color stand out than usual. “1... 2... hold on-” You make him curious again. “What?”

You get off the bed before grabbing his officer hat. Tom chuckles softly. Well, he knows how much you love him with the uniform now. You always compliment him about how he looks in it. He understands now that you love it so so much. You give him a playful smile which mixes with shyness in it. Your legs crawl back to the bed and place it on his head. “Better” you kiss his cheek and go back to the spot. “I see... you really like me in it.” He said as he you look at him through the lens. “So much... 1... 2... 3...” your finger press down and then the sound of shutter loud again. The picture slowly shows up from the camera. He secretly looks at you while you're busy, waiting for the photo. You're cute, your hair, your eyes, all your face. All are just the definition of perfection. Your every features combine perfectly. Finally, the picture is out. You take a look at it before handing it to him. “You look hot...” you say very thinly as if you whisper it. “I look hot?” He repeats the phrase before taking a look at it. His eyes meet you again before he kisses you at the corner of your lip. “But you're the hottest.” You bite your lips with playfulness. Tom notices how your reaction is slightly different than usual. You're really really shy right now. So he touches your faces to calm you down, before your heart pounding too fast. One of your hand grab the first picture of you that he took earlier and hand it to him. “This is your present. Keep me in your wallet and look at it when you miss me.” Yeah, you mean a sexy picture of you in this white lingerie is what you want him to look when he misses you. You smile softly at him. That's the best gift he ever received. It may sound normal for everyone else, like it's just a sexy picture but for him no. It's the picture that you both spend this intimate moment together. The way you dress up specially for him, the way you planned all of these. He appreciates it a lot. So it's not just a picture of you in sexy white lingerie, it's more than that, much more. Tom receives the picture from you and put it in his wallet right there. “I will keep you in here, close with me.” You nod and smile at him. “I really love you, Tom.” You add. “Really...” you look at him with passion. He can feel your love for him. It was said through your eyes. He loves you too. He doesn't need to say anything because you can feel it too. Not just this moment but since the day you start dating him. “And I would do anything for you. You know that?” Tom says and touches your face again. Tonight is one of the best moments in your life. He is tough with the others but he always has a soft spot like this for you. He always gentle with you, he treats you really well.

You both spend the rest of the night with taking pictures of each other, making out and taking pictures over and over before ending up having sex. It's just hard to just take pictures only when you look this good. How could he take pictures of this beautiful art without touching it? He takes one picture and he needs to touch you once before taking another one. He is so obsessed with you. He loves you more than anything. Today is the best birthday he ever experienced. You put very much effort into it, he appreciates that very much.

END

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[ingravinoveritas]

Lord. We can't ever have a quiet day in this fandom, can we? I saw this the other day and definitely had a lot of thoughts, because...wow.

I think it's not a coincidence that this post came on the heels of the Michael birthday posts, as we've seen before how Georgia and AL both have made posts in the wake of high profile/media heavy events (like the announcement of GO 2, and subsequently the release of GO 2 last summer) to ensure maximum visibility. It's also interesting that it follows Georgia newly using the word "boyfriend" to describe Michael/his relationship to David, and is another addition to the pantheon of recent (meaning the last six months) posts that keeps all of this in the realm of a joke, which goes back to what I wrote the other day about hiding in plain sight.

The other thing that stood out to me was the (again) ambiguous wording of AL's original post. "I don't know why I did this to myself" could mean several things, none of which are clear. Did she buy the pillow for herself? Did she buy it for Michael as a birthday present? Or did Michael insist on getting one for himself and she agreed to it? All of those seem like possibilities, although I'm not entirely certain why Michael would want or need a pillow when he can sit on David's face anytime he wants, especially with them being neighbors and boyfriends. And I don't think David would mind much, either...

But I think what resonates for me most about this is something that @nightgoodomens has alluded to, which is the continuation of posts that are meant to show Anna as being part of the "arrangement" (whatever it may be) that is between all of them. Emphasizing the idea that everyone is on board with what is happening, "we all get along," "we're all friends," and so on, despite this standing in stark contrast to what we've seen in the past. I would also certainly be curious to see Michael's reaction to the pillow, as it is interesting how noticeably absent he is from all of this.

Whatever the case may be, I do think Georgia and AL are fucking with the fans/the GO fandom, though I'm not sure if they're doing it for the reasons some people think. (This also feels distinctly different to MugGate, which happened in 2020, because in that case it was Michael and David doing it, and it somehow came across as more sincere/raw than what Georgia and AL are doing.)

That is my take on this new turn of events, at least. I'd love to know what my followers think, of course, so please do feel free to share your thoughts on this post. Thanks for writing in! x

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Bday memories

Modern!Azriel x reader

Words: about 1.7k words

Warnings: sad sad sad, selfharm mentioned, death thoughts, fluffy couple, a little bit of innuendos of smut

Author's note: Hi! So this is the first for my series of oneshot for my birthday. I changed my plan and I'll plan the Steve Harrington one in honor of a lovely human that is born that day.

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For your birthday, you never wanted anything more than to spend it with the people you love most, without going anywhere or doing anything special, yet you never really succeeded because eventually everyone you cared about would leave, leaving you alone.

You wake up in your boyfriend's bed, next to Azriel who, however, is still asleep, so you stop and look at him as you reflect.

Today is your birthday.

Usually your birthday is one of your favorite days of the year, not so much for the presents, but for the excuse precisely to be able to spend time with those you love, for no real actual reason, but rather to celebrate having gone another full circle around the sun.

Yet this birthday you feel it is different.

Last year, not on the very day of your birthday, but a few days later you had met up with what at the time was your best friend, or at least you thought she was, to celebrate your birthday, your 18th birthday, but the celebration had not gone as you expected.

Before leaving, after giving you the gift and a notebook with all the memories of your adventures together imprinted on it, she had given you a letter to read later, saying not to read it right away so as "not to spoil the mood." Immediately you had become suspicious, but had not given much weight to her words, wanting to enjoy that day with her.

In the evening, looking back at the sad and not very personal gift she had given you and wondering if really eight years of friendship was worth just that one gift on such an important day, remembering the personal and special gift you had prepared for her eighteenth birthday, you read that fatal letter.

At first you thought it would be tear-jerking, loving and sweet, as is usually the case among friendships that work, but this time you were surprised.

In this one she accused you of having changed into someone she did not recognize, into someone she did not have the pleasure of having near her because she no longer respected her tastes, and you felt as if pierced in the beginning by those words, and then turned that pain into anger, which, however, with the passage of time became sadness again.

At that moment, like a sword ready to cut the thread that kept you bound to reality, you felt like a horrible person, unable to love and unable to have friends.

Ever since you were a little girl you have been abandoned by every person you find, after a while, as if they get tired of you, and decide that you are the problem, when your only concern is that the other person is well and happy, but this time it seemed different, at least until a while before, where you had begun to sense that your friend was changing, into something different, something strange, and that between the two of you things were no longer going very well, but you didn't think it would ever come to that.

You had certainly changed a bit, but you thought you had done so for the better, as you saw yourself as more confident and happier, while she did nothing but talk about herself and think only of herself, overshadowing you and leaving you no room to grow.

His words hurt you so much that for months you were at your lowest, depressed so much that every night you cried on your pillow before falling asleep asking Mother not to leave you alone.

If it hadn't been for your friends, you don't even know if you would have moved on, or if you would have stopped doing the biggest shit of all that you had ever done.

After weeks of being in pain, and feeling cornered by life, alone in the grip of its fury, you had tried to make your pain go away by causing yourself some more pain, this time physical pain, cutting your wrists, not so much as to bleed profusely but enough to leave deep scratches that ached for days on end.

Fortunately, your other friends seeing your state did not leave you alone and made sure you got back on track to face what would be the worst school year of your life: your senior year of high school.

They have led you to believe that after all maybe you are not such a horrible person and that if they have done all this for you, there must be some good in you, however somehow this whole experience has led you to reevaluate that day that since childhood you love so much, and almost to fear it.

Then when you started college a few months ago, you met the first guy who really made your heart flutter like it was the first time: Azriel, an older guy who is in one of your classes, though, and after sitting next to each other for a couple of classes, he had asked you out, and you without a second thought said yes.

Now you find yourself here in his bed, ready to celebrate your big day, after being together only a month and a bit. Every day you wonder how lucky you were to meet him, and how much fate loves you for making him fall in love with you.

He is the guy everyone dreams about: handsome, smart, sensitive, funny and last but not least an absolute god in bed, yet he chose you and this is not possible to understand somehow.

You didn't even realize he woke up, too lost in your thoughts, until you felt his lips on your hands, clutching his shirt while your face rested on the pillow.

"Good morning baby." He says in a hoarse voice, and you almost have to hold back not to groan at hearing it.

"Good morning." You answer, trying to recover.

"What were you thinking about, before I interrupted you?" He asks curiously, as he wraps his mighty arms around you. Outside his bedroom door you hear the first movements of the morning, with Cassian, one of his roommates, leaving to go for his jog along the river.

"Well I was thinking a little bit about last year and all the things that happened to me during the year." You confess, without shame, having already opened your heart fully on that subject to Azriel a while ago, explaining to him the reason for certain faded scars on your arm.

He immediately becomes serious as he pulls your face up with one hand, making sure that you are now looking into each other's eyes.

"Love, the past is in the past and can no longer hurt you because you abandoned it at the bottom of the sea, it can never surface again." He says softly, while with his thumb he caresses your cheek, and with his mouth he leaves a trail of kisses all along your jaw. "And even if those memories surface now and then you instead of taking them as bad and evil omens, you remember that they became the launching pad for being the amazing person you are today." He continues, before leaving a sweet kiss on your lips.

You cry a little bit, unable to contain your emotions, and so you let all the emotions you were reliving before come out of you with those tears. Once you have calmed down he looks at you, trying to figure out how you were and you smile at him, so he kisses you again and hugs you tighter than before if possible. You feel the warm palms of his hands on your back, while his chin rests on your head, as if trying to absorb you into his own body.

"Happy complenno my little one." He whispers at the end, after a few minutes of pure silence. You smile and thank him with your voice still hoarse from crying.

"I know I promised to give you only one present, but we both know I can never fail to spoil you." He finally confesses, chuckling.

"Azriel! You promised me! Now I feel guilty!" You say, looking up and laughing in turn.

"How can you feel guilty if someone decides to give you a birthday present!" He asks shocked. "Besides, I couldn't decide, they were all perfect, so I got them all."

"Couldn't you keep them for Christmas, too?" You say with an obvious manner.

"Even by Christmas I already have at least five. "He confesses again in a low voice.

"You're kidding I hope!"

"I've already told you that I have to spoil you, you're my little girl and if it were up to me I would cover you with gifts every day."

"Which is not very different from what you do." You respond by sticking your tongue out at him. He responds by kissing you passionately, and pushing your body under his.

"Maybe I should give you your first present already." He says in a low, gravelly voice to your ear, before leaving a series of wet, warm kisses down your neck. "Which I believe will be repeated again tonight."

"Oh really?" You say trying to reason again, even as you begin to feel pleasure slowly cloud your senses.

"A guy has to make sure his girlfriend is well satisfied, especially on her birthday." He says chuckling, before returning to leave purple marks on your snow-white neck.

Too engrossed in your sinful activity you do not realize that Cassian has returned from his jog, until he throws open the door to the room.

"Happy birthday little one, how is it to be 19 years old-oh fuck is it possible you two are worse than rabbits?" Cassian comments, covering his eyes and walking out, not before adding. "When will you learn to close the door?"

"When will you learn to knock instead?" Azriel comments in return, covering your body with his so his friend can't see you. "Or better yet, when will you learn to mind your own business?"

"When you learn to keep your hands to yourself Azzy." Cassian replies, now in the distance.

"Well then I'd say we'd better learn how to close the door first." You comment this time.

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[cowpokeomens]

hi it’s my birthday today and it was honestly so shit. my dad forgot it was my birthday and i had to work all day :( would you be able to write a lil folio blurb for me about whatever you want you pick please🙏🏼 i just need some nicky to make my day better

Happy birthday omg!!!!! I’m sorry to hear your day wasn’t good babe, I take birthdays so seriously so let’s talk about it

Bc Nick Folio also takes birthdays very very seriously. Wakes you up with brain, carries you to the kitchen and places a birthday crown upon your head (duh) and makes you enough breakfast to keep you full for a week. He’d spend the whole day doting on you, buys you that one drink you love even though it’s expensive and he doesn’t really get the hype, showers you in presents because he doesn’t know when to stop. At night he takes you out to dinner with your friends and has you perched on his lap for as much of it as possible, just happy to be next to the birthday girl/boy 😔 he’s such the sort to spoil you rotten, buys your meals and drinks and slips the waiter a $20 so they bring out your cake with honest to god sparklers on it, and it’s not even about the money it’s just like, the effort he takes to make you feel special. Yeah he’s made out of pure boyfriend material 😔🫶 love you bunches, I hope this made your special day a little better 💖

[monstrsball]

Iwaizumi drops a wrapped package unceremoniously into Suga’s lap as he joins him on the bed. He sits cross-legged in front of him, an expectant look on his face. 

“Your birthday present,” He nods towards the present when Suga just stares at him. “Open it.”

“It’s not my birthday yet.” Suga says as if Iwaizumi needs the reminder, glancing between him and the present. 

“I’m aware.” Iwaizumi chuckles. “But since we’re going to be busy tomorrow, I thought it might be better to give it to you early.”

Suga doesn’t really think they’ll be that busy tomorrow. It’s just work and then dinner with his mom and brother. Unless there’s something else planned that he is unaware of, which is starting to seem more likely with how odd Iwaizumi has been acting all day. He’s half-tempted to try to push for more information but his curiosity about the present ultimately wins out. 

He turns the package over a few times to inspect the suspiciously neat wrapping job. It’s wrapped in pretty teal tissue paper, complete with a white ribbon wrapped around it and tied into a bow at the top. The ends of the ribbon are curled and long enough to hang a little over the edges of the box.

It’s pretty, but it’s strange. 

Iwaizumi Hajime is good at many things. He’s an excellent cook, he excels at many different sports, and Suga remembers being really surprised when he learned just how much his boyfriend knew about gardening. However, gift wrapping is not one of his specialties. It is in fact the one thing that he is, without a doubt, awful at. Suga’s helped him enough times with wrapping things before Iwaizumi decided to just start using gift bags to know this. 

So, Iwaizumi has either magically and rapidly improved his gift-wrapping ability or he got help from someone. 

Suga hums, twirling one of the ribbon ends around his finger. He remembers his boyfriend going to his room to have a suspiciously long “talk” with one of his mothers right after they had arrived at their apartment for dinner earlier that evening.

“This is really pretty.” His lips twitch as he glances up to meet his eyes. “Does this have something to do with what you and Sachiko-san were talking about?” He teases, mostly in a feeble attempt to cover up how giddy he is. It’s silly, maybe, to get so worked up over such a minor thing but Suga has always been weak to anything and everything Iwaizumi does. 

Iwaizumi fake-coughs into his shoulder, ears turning a telltale pink. “That was entirely unrelated.” He mutters, barely loud enough for Suga to hear. 

Suga laughs, “Oh?” He says, leaning forward. “Entirely unrelated, huh? So-”

“Koushi,” Iwaizumi interrupts, in a tone that is somehow both affectionate and exasperate, before Suga can needle him any further. “Can you just open it, please?”

Suga clicks his tongue, “You’re no fun.” He says lightly, nevertheless redirecting his attention to the neatly wrapped box in his lap. He swiftly and delicately unties the ribbon wrapped around the box. He considers taking his time with the rest of it but Iwaizumi looks about five seconds away from taking the gift from him to unwrap it himself. 

He makes quick work of the tissue paper, tossing it to the side. The box isn’t taped shut so he’s able to open it immediately, revealing a gray sweatshirt folded with the familiar design on the front facing out so it’s the first thing he sees.

Suga furrows his brows, tilting his head a little in confusion. It just looks like one of Iwaizumi’s UCI sweatshirts. Not that he doesn’t enjoy wearing them, of course, but he doesn’t really understand why Iwaizumi would have gone to the trouble of wrapping it if it was just- 

Wait.

Suga looks over the words printed on the sweatshirt again.

UC Urvine.

He can’t help the silly grin that slowly overtakes his face. He can’t believe he almost forgot about it. He has trouble remembering how he had learned about the existence of the misprints but he does remember calling Iwaizumi almost immediately to beg him to buy one for him. 

And he distinctly remembers the disappointment he felt when Iwaizumi told him that they were already sold out. 

“You told me they were sold out.” Suga pouts, snapping his head up and pointing a finger at him accusingly. “And to think, I thought you were a honest man.” He sniffs dramatically.

The corner of Iwaizumi mouth turns up into a small smirk. “They were sold out, I bought one a few days before they sold out. Technically not a lie.” He looks a little too pleased with himself, smug in a way that he usually isn’t. It’s more attractive than it probably should be. 

Then, his smile softens into something gentler, more tender. “I saw it and thought of you. I wanted to surprise you.”

Suga is once again hit with the reminder that he is flustered by the most ridiculous things sometimes. His boyfriend wanting to surprise him with a silly, limited misprint of a sweatshirt shouldn’t be something that makes him feel all warm and mushy inside. He ducks his head down to hide the way his face heats up, running his fingers along the writing on the sweatshirt. 

“It was going to be one of my Christmas gifts to you,” Iwaizumi explains further, as Suga pulls it out of the box to pull it on over his sleep shirt. It’s a little baggy on him and the sleeves fall a little past his wrists, just the way Suga likes his sweatshirts. 

“But then you heard about it and called to ask for one so I thought it might be too soon to properly surprise you. So, I decided to hold onto it until your birthday.”

It’s a little ridiculous that he waited nine months because he thought that the sweatshirt still would have been on Suga’s mind three months later, but he admires the dedication. 

“So,” Iwaizumi says, sounding more unsure than he did just a few moments ago. “Do you like it?” 

He doesn’t say, but Suga suspects that what he really means is Was it worth it? 

Suga pushes the box out of the way so he can move closer and wrap his arms around Iwaizumi’s shoulders. Iwaizumi relaxes at the contact, placing his hands on Suga’s waist to guide him into a less awkward position on his lap before he wraps his arms fully around his waist to tug him a little closer. 

“I love it,” Suga says quietly, tucking his face into the crook of Iwaizumi’s neck. “It’s the best present I have ever gotten in my entire life.”

Iwaizumi snorts at that but says nothing about it, just hums and kisses the top of his head.  

“I’m glad, I was starting to have doubts.” He admits with a half-chuckle. “My mother looked like she was wondering where she went wrong raising me when she was helping me wrap it. I think she thought it was just a regular UCI sweatshirt.”

Suga’s shoulders shake as he starts to snicker, “I thought you said your conversation was entirely unrelated.” He teases, tightening his arms around his neck when Iwaizumi groans and tries to move away.

“Noooo,” Suga laughs even harder. “It’s my birthday, you have to put up with me making fun of you-”

Iwaizumi flips them around so Suga laying on his back on the bed, the motion knocking the empty box off of the bed. He props himself up on his elbows, his arms bracketing Suga’s shoulders. He’s scowling but there’s a slight upturn to the corner of his mouth, giving away his true feelings.

“It’s not your birthday, actually.” 

“You gave me a birthday present so that makes it my birthday. Legally.” Suga says, matter-of-factly. 

“I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“It totally is. It’s like an unspoken agreement. I can’t believe you don’t know this, Hajime.”

Suga expects him to argue with him more but instead, he just laughs and dips his head down to kiss him, short and sweet. 

“Fine, whatever you say.” Iwaizumi says with a small grin when he pulls away, still hovering a few inches above his face.

 “Happy birthday, Koushi.”

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note 1: the uc urvine misprint sweatshirt is real. this was entirely inspired by a conversation i had in discord with ash (who told me about it) about how suga would want one. i had to come up with a reason for why iwa was giving it to him nine months later though fjsdlfkjds. because i really wanted it to be for suga's birthday.

note 2: there is indeed a surprise dinner of sorts planned for suga's birthday but it's not really why iwa gave him his present early. he was just starting to worry suga wouldn't actually like it and wanted him to open it somewhere he would be comfortable enough to be honest about it.

[wammyhoe]

Happy birthday, Mello

Summary: Baking a cake as birthday present for Mello sounded like an easy task. After you sent him (much against his will) to find some inexistent products at your local store, you find out there are more than a milion ways this could go wrong.

A/N: Comedy / romance / female!reader / established relationship /

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You snuggled closer to Mello. He brushed his lips on your hair. His voice was peaceful as he read to you. You caressed his chest idly, enjoying the faint, relaxed smile on his face. 

The snow tapping your window eased you as much as the softwood cracks at the room's fireplace. There was just a tiny problem: you craved more hot chocolate. You motioned up, but Mello held you tighter in response. 

“Where are you going?”

“I'm out of chocolate, I’m getting a little more. You want some too?” 

Mello hummed. “Yeah, but I’ll go.” 

You turned, smiling teasingly. “Ooh, feeling a little attentive today, huh?”

Mello gives out a small laugh. “You think that’s what it is? I just want my chocolate to be drinkable. You always make it too hot,” he retorted with the same playful teasing tone.

You watched him as he left, which later led your eyes to the wall calendar. His birthday was three days away. You gasped at the sudden realization that you haven't prepared anything yet.

It wasn’t difficult to pick something for Mello. You knew him better than anyone. You had been dating since the dreadful Kira days, and you've been through thick and thin together. This year, however, you want to gift him something different. Something meaningful. Special.

The wooden floor cracked again when Mello came back with two steaming cups. He carefully gave one to you and placed the other on the nearby table. 

“Now, where were we?” he asked once you were leaning comfortably on him, his chin brushed on your head as he spoke.  

"What bloody man is that?" you answered trying to act the part, which earned you a soft laugh.

“Oh, that’s right. What bloody man is that?...” he continued. Yet, this time you stopped listening.

This year's gift needed to communicate how important he was to you. Perhaps, you could make something for him. Yes! That was it! A handmade gift would do!

****

After a day –and several hours of youtube videos and wandering Pinterest–you decided that baking him a cake was the top option. It was thoughtful and romantic, and you could add that skincare complete-set he was looking at in the store the other day. 

Now the hard part of this would be how to take Mello out of the house for almost half a day so you could not only bake and decorate a two-floored goddamn cake but wrap the gift and buy other stuff you might need.

It then occurred to you that sending him to buy something that he couldn't find would do just nicely. That night at dinner, you let out the bomb.

December 12th, 6:45 pm, at your shared home.

“Babe,” you called.

Mello raised his gaze from his pasta dish as he kept rolling it with the fork.

“Could you get something for me after dinner?” 

“What do you need?” 

“Just some feminine stuff,” you said. Could someone like Mello fall into this trap? Oh, maybe you were a bit foolish.

He quirked a brow. “Pads?” Mello guessed. You shock your head. 

“No. It’s the hmm… the new… rose coochie douche.” 

You have to bite your tongue so as not to laugh at his face. Your boyfriend stares at you for a flat second before placing the fork down.

“What the fuck is that?” 

“It’s a new special soap for the genital area!” 

“Is it different from the one you already have?" He asked with a sceptical look.

"Yes."

"How is it different?"

Oh no, he wasn’t buying it. 

“D-Do you want the explanation now that we’re eating?!” 

“I’m pretty hard to gross out.”

True, he did behead someone once.

“God, Mello! It's just a bar of soap! come on please, I’m about to be on my days and it'd be nice to have it. Is supposed to help with chafing,” you said the last part as if it embarrassed you. 

He sighed, staring dead into your eyes with a look you only saw him use when trying to deduce something back in his mafia boss days, and you gave him your best puppy eyes in response.

“Fine. But I swear to god if you’re sending me looking for something that doesn’t exist…”

“No, I promise! I know it has a weird name but it’s real. They only sell it at the Walmart by the old green tavern.”

“Across the city?!” he hushed-screamed, his expression falling over in shock. 

“Yes,” your voice came out shaky and little, maybe with a hint of questioning tone. 

Mello took a deep breath, brushing his hair with one hand, pushing the bangs out of his forehead in that way you found adorable. 

“And you need it to deal with chafing,” Mello said, maybe reasoning out loud he wasn't that much of a dick so as not to help you with that.

“Yes.” 

A fraction of a second –that felt like two eternities– passed before he reluctantly indulged you.

“Fine.” 

December 12th, 10:45 pm, at your shared home.

Mello left several hours ago and hadn’t come back yet. You’d be worried if he wasn’t who he was, and if you weren’t dealing with a whole fucking two-floored velvet cake on your own. 

Overall, things weren’t going too badly. You bought the base (a black plate with a stick of the same colour to stabilize the cake) and made the topping which was saved in the freezer. 

The only thing left was preparing the mix. After baking it, you could add the topping, decorate it, and you'd still have enough time to hide it in the fridge for tomorrow. 

December 12th, 10:45 pm, at Walmart.

“I’m sorry sir, could you repeat once again what is it that you’re looking for?” 

Mello was trying, trying with all his might not to murder someone right there and then. He gritted his teeth.

“Rose coochie douche. It’s supposed to be a new soap for intimate female care.”

Both cashiers exchanged a look, their mouths folded in an attempt to hold the laughter. Mello sighed, defeated and fed up.

“It doesn’t exist, does it?” One of them just couldn’t hold it any longer and slapped her hand over her mouth after she snorted. 

“Sir, I wouldn't know… but if it does exist we don’t sell it here.” the other said forcing down a smile, her cheekbones turning pink. 

Unbelievable. He had been stocked in the traffic for hours only to have two strangers mock him at fucking Walmart because you sent him on a prank trip.

“Never mind.” Mello spat under his breath.

 He adjusted his jacket's neck when he stepped outside. As he walked to his car, he pulled out his phone pondering whether or not to call you. He stared at the screen for a few seconds before deciding he wasn't giving you the satisfaction. 

A boy in a motorbike honked, startling him. Mello jumped off of the parking spot, remembering he still hadn't bought the tires to fix his own. The store was a few blocks ahead. It was open twenty-four-seven.

Mello glanced at his phone once more. It was late, but if got them now, he wouldn’t have anything to do tomorrow, therefore, he’d be able to spend his whole birthday at home.

His birthday. 

Ever since he was a kid those things seemed stupid. Why bother celebrating something so useless? it wasn’t like anyone cared anyway. Those sorts of things, the ones related to family and cheering someone for existing were matters he found troublesome to process, as he was convinced his life wasn't worth celebrating. 

Luckily for him, he found you, and even if he still wasn’t fully convinced his existence was worth as much as you claimed, Mello sure didn’t consider celebrating his birthday useless anymore. 

Before he could stop himself, he was dumbly smiling at the memory of how you practically forced a few mafia junks to sing happy birthday to him that one time. 

Fuck. 

He couldn’t stay mad at you, could he?

December 12th, 11:30 pm, at your shared home.

The fucking cake wasn’t puffing. The mix was still flat and bubbling, but it had been almost an hour in the oven! something must be wrong, but you couldn’t tell what. You followed the recipe step by step. Maybe you poured in too much red colourant? Oh God, if Mello arrived before you finished, how were you gonna explain this? 

Wait! maybe if you increased the power of the oven, the mixture would bake faster! 

December 12th, 11:52 pm, at your shared home.

As soon as Mello opened the door, the smell of burnt and smoke hit his nose, triggering an alarm signal in his brain that became raw panic when he heard you screaming. 

Mello darted like a shot arrow towards the living room. He grabbed the emergency extinguisher before running to the kitchen, firing it as soon as he saw the flames coming out of the oven before you. 

You gasped when the cold hit your side. The next thing you heard was the empty hit of metal on the floor. Mello pulled you to him.

“Hey, look at me!" he demanded, shaking you a bit. Your eyes were stuck on the over. Mello forced you to face him. "Look at me! Are you okay?!” 

Mello was frantically pulling you close to him, his hands wandering your face, neck and arms as he searched for any wound. The pain of your skin being calcined was one of the things he would never want you to experience. 

“I’m okay,” you said between coughs, as you reached for the window, tearing it open.

“What the hell were you doing?!” Mello shrieked, worry staining his voice. 

Now that the smoke was gone, you could see the remains of burned cake covered with foam. You felt like crying. 

“Baking…” you whispered, trying to reach the stove. Mello didn’t let you. 

“Baking? Is this why you sent me finding some stupid made-up product?! so you could bake?! Do you have any idea of what time it is?” His voice raised more with every question. It held a certain denigrating tone. 

“This could've gone out of control!” he yelled. 

“I didn’t think… I was just trying… I–” you sighed.

Your trembling knees gave out, and you allowed your weight to go limp, propelling Mello to the floor with you slowly. 

“I just wanted to bake the cake for your birthday. I have never given you anything handmade. I thought it was a good idea." you muttered, flooded with self-disappointment, unable to look at him. You snickered. "How stupid, right? I have never done this before, yet somehow I thought I could manage to do it in a few hours."

You roughly tossed the dishcloth you’d been holding onto the floor. 

” I wanted it to be a surprise. Sorry for the jump scare. Go to sleep, babe. I'll clean this out," you said. Tiredness crept into your tone.

Mello gaped. So that’s why you were acting funny the whole morning. That’s why you sent him on a trip to find god knows what vagina soap. 

Mello snorted.

Ever since he met you you’ve always found new ways of making him feel special. His chest felt tight with undeniable affection. 

"Well, it did surprise me." His voice carried such a sudden fondness it made you look at him. "You sure you're okay?"

You nodded.

 Mello held your chin. “Good,” he hesitated before continuing, “Sorry I yelled at you. I panicked.” 

“It’s fine, I would have too. Look at that mess. There’s nothing left to save. At least it wasn't your only gift.”

He gave you an inquisitive look.

“I got you a few more presents. This was going to be the extra. I wanted it to be special.”

Mello looked at you lovingly, all the scare and past anger long forgotten.

"I have my best present right here." 

His lips captured your mouth shortly after, and the kiss son became heated. The kitchen clock chimes at twelve. December 13th. You pulled away, smiling.

“Happy birthday Mello.” 

[rigginsstreet]

Steve Harrington is a pretty good choice in partner, but Billy is of the solid opinion that everything can be improved. And what won't be improved willingly can always be roped and dragged there kicking and screaming.

First and foremost; that godforsaken bedroom his boyfriend expects him to sleep in. Billy actually physically recoils the first time Harrington opens the door, and decides immediately if you ever want to break a man, just lock him in here.

Looking at his dad's bare asshole would invoke less of a vomit reflex than tartan on tartan. Also, whoever actually created and sold tartan wallpaper needs to be killed for the immediate greater good of humanity.

Still. The wallpaper is a longcon kinda game, so Billy turns his attention to something that can be fixed with relative swiftness.

The fire is roaring and crackling when Steve comes home from work, and his boyfriend scrunches his nose at it with a pleased, surprised smile. "Howdy, Pyro," he greets, leans over Billy's shoulder to warm his hands. Billy offers him the pack of marshmallows and, subtly, uses his heel to kick the pair of scissors further under the deck chair.

"Is that fabric?" Steve asks on his third marshmallow, leaning so close to the flames Billy has to pull him back lest he lose a brow.

"Eh, scraps I found in the garage."

Two weeks later, Steve has been rib-deep in his closet for a good half an hour before he calls out; "hey, Cake? Do you know where my green sweater is?"

Billy can't help smiling a slow, smug, sly little thing as he dries off the last dish. "Sorry, Hidalgo. No idea."

The next time, Steve brought it on himself. The faux-fur monstrosity he wears out to the movies looks like he cut up a rug made out of unfortunate roadkill and shaped it like a jacket, and honestly, Billy's just doing the Lord's work when he trips and spills a blue slushie all over it. It'll never wash out, and Harrington wisely decides the thing has lived a full life and deserves to visit the landfill of eternal rest.

The day after, Billy buys a cream colored suede jacket with sheepskin on the collar and cuffs. Presents it to Steve, pouty and apologetic, and Steve wears it for a week straight when they go out. It makes his eyes look deeper, darker. Makes the pink on his cheeks stand out a little.

Two months into dating proper, Steve wears an honest to god vest that Nancy got him for his birthday to Jonathan's college leaving party, and Billy has to do breathing exercises before getting in the car.

"You love him," he mutters, clenching and unclenching his fists. "You love him. His dick is fucking huge. You love him. He eats your ass like he's starving. You love him...."

The vest, ultimately, accidentally gets washed with a pair of jeans Billy doesn't really care about anyway, which happen to have a forgotten switchblade in the pocket, and Billy has to visibly school his expression when Steve pulls it out of the machine a half-hour later in eight different pieces.

They're three months, two jackets, three sweats, one vest and a pair of honest to god flared khakis ("they're novelty, Billy!") later, and they're laying together in their newly papered bedroom when Steve rolls over him, tucks a lock of his hair behind his ear and says;

"The guilt is eating me alive, so. How about next time you hate something I wear, you just tell me, and we can donate it to charity so you can get me something else, my conscience stays clear, and we're both happy, mm?"

Billy grins. "And inflict those crimes against humanity on other people? Damn, Long Johnson. Knew you were a secret sadist. That's kinda hot," he bites his lip and Steve laughs, squirms up close, fingers digging into Billy's hips, words hot on his ear.

"Oh, Barbie. If you wanna see sadism, I'll show you my christmas sweater collection."

I AM SCREAMING AT THESE NICKNAMES!!!!

billy is gonna queer eye steve so hard when they start dating ... he loves the rich preppy boy money he does NOT love the yuppie fashion he has to draw a line somewhere

[the-casbah-way]

PLEASE can u tell us more about sugar daddy Octavius

we were basically talking about the fact that octavius has so much money and nothing to do with it and gift giving is his main love language so he starts spoiling the shit out of jed and buying him whatever he wants like it’s nothing. more of my sugar daddy octavius thoughts include:

• octavius buying all of jed’s sisters plane tickets to come and visit

• him casually giving jed his credit card when jed wants to go out to a bar or club with his friends (plus all of jed’s friends seeing him pay for drinks with his boyfriend’s card and teasing him about accidentally snagging a sugar daddy)

• octavius buying jed a literal bmw for his birthday one time because it’s jed’s favourite car and he’s never been able to afford a car before. octavius is at the car dealership like ‘are you sure this is the newest model you have. does it have cupholders. i will put you in the ground if it is not running perfectly now take my money’. then on jed’s birthday he’s like ‘your present is in the driveway go and have fun’ like it’s the most casual thing in the world

• when jed wants something more expensive like a new guitar or a tattoo and he can technically afford it with his wages but he’s worried about spending that amount of money all in one go octavius is like. shut up and take my money

• also octavius giving jed money so he can get rid of all the clothes he has that he gets overstimulated by but couldn’t afford to replace

• if jed is having a rough week or going through one of his phases where he’s super stressed and overwhelmed octavius will pay for him to go and do anything he likes to cheer him up and usually buys him a nice dinner from somewhere fancy too

• jed is not materialistic At All and literally never asks octavius for anything but he ends up getting spoiled anyway because octavius makes up the stupidest excuses to buy him shit. jed will pick up something really random and stupid in a shop and octavius is like ‘don’t be silly you do not need that put it back. ok FINE if you insist. god. here’s my credit card’ even though jed didn’t open his mouth