#birthday fluff

[fillinforlater]

A Collection for a Special Date: Part V

Male Reader x Kim Minju (fluff)

Length: 1000 words

Tags: all the fluff, birthday date, really loving relationship, cutest ending ever

Inspiration: Minju mine tbh, also HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BEST GIRL

(A/N: this is the second Minju fic for today, the yearly fluff that hopefully makes you all feel warm. It's a bit short, but otherwise I would not have been able to finish it in time. Pleas enjoy regardless!)

“What are we going to do for my birthday?”

A question that Minju always asks so playfully and carelessly, but for you, it’s a source of stress, year in and year out. It’s not necessarily because she has the highest of standards or would break up with you because of a bad surprise—no, it’s because you want to make it the best day imaginable for her. You want to see her smile and hear her laugh; in that sense it’s almost egocentric.

“It’s going to be a surprise~” You grin at Minju who looks up from her phone, a pout on her lips but excitement in her eyes.

“You always say that, every year! I just want to know what I should wear or prepare or—”

“Minmin.” You laugh and wrap your arms around your girlfriend's waist. She fits perfectly into your hug and when she reciprocates it, you feel like no heaven could come close to this. For now however, you put her on the kitchen counter and watch this small bean as you explain what you have explained a hundred times already. “You will look perfect in anything.”

“You always say that.”

“And you don’t have to worry about preparations.”

“You always say that too.”

“I just want you to relax and enjoy your special day, that’s all—”

“—I care about, yes, I know! Geez, babe, you sound like a broken record, year in, year out.”

You press a quick kiss on her lips to shut her up. Good thing that noone is watching; you two just engaged in the cringiest, cheesiest couple behavior. It’s so cringe, the two of you burst out in laughs and continue to share kisses and hugs that can remove all work and life stress. Even if every year or month or day repeats itself like a broken record, with Minju it will be—

“Okay, fine,” Minju sighs in defeat, hands on your nape as her eyes, soft like silk, go over your features. Oh no, she must have read your thoughts, at least some of them. “At least promise me one thing.

“Don’t worry too much and enjoy yourself too.”

“I promise.” Kiss her forehead. “I love you, Minmin.”

“I love you too.”

#

“This is the best birthday ever!” Minju exclaims in thrill when the waiter brings her a stack of beautifully crafted, maple-syrup covered, buttery pancakes. “Babe, you are the best.”

“Glad you like it, Minmin,” you say nervously, but you’re not sure your words reach the girl, as she digs into the treat. For the past eight hours, the two of you have walked through this city you’ve spent your entire lives in. 

Through meticulous planning, you’ve found spots that you believed to be completely unknown to Minju. These hidden gems were aligned for a perfect route; from a hotel where you can play and cuddle with dogs to a shop with cute but expensive jewelry to a small cinema where you can cook the food shown in the movie to a backyard park, perfect for winter strolls. 

Minju beamed with the brightest of smiles since the morning breakfast and gifts you gave her, and her squeals of joy at every new surprise spot is addictive. It’s so addictive, you are almost able to keep the promise you gave her: don’t worry too much and enjoy yourself.

“These pancakes taste so good!” Minju reaches over the table and pinches your cheek, still red from the cold outside and from your endless love for this wonderful girl. “How did you find all these places?”

“I had to travel the seven seas to find hidden treasure chests with maps inside them,” you joke and Minju falls back to pout sweetly.

“Babe, your sarcasm is showing again. Not cool.” Now it’s your turn to lean forward, but instead of pinching, you cup her face and taste some of that delicious maple syrup on her lips. A deep breath leaves her nose and finally, a bit of pressure and anxiety about today leaves your body; it leaves because Minju looks truly happy.

“Happy birthday, Minmin,” you whisper. “When you are done with those pancakes, I have a final spot we need to check out.”

“Baaaabe~” Minju’s voice melts like the butter on her favorite dessert. This saccharine tone that can warm you, even on the coldest February night.

#

Luckily, tonight it’s not too cold. It’s perfect winter jacket and wooly hat weather with not a cloud on the entire night sky. You and Minju finally reach the top of the pancake shop, a fairly tall building, surrounded by small houses and large skyscrapers everywhere you look. From this point, the city around you seems to never end, infinite concrete, lights and snow.

“This is a nice view,”Minju says in awe, her breath forming faint vapor in the air.

“Minju.” You point somewhere. “Look at the city, it’s lights first. Imagine all the people that live at these lights. They party, they work, they eat—

“—now look up. Do you see the moon, the stars?”

“Yes,” Minju sighs melancholically. “But I can barely see them. The light from the city is too strong and we can never see the life that might be up there.”

You faintly laugh, your nerves almost returning. You rub the sweaty palm of your hand on your thigh and look at Minju, who seems a bit dreamy, lost in the stars she tries so hard to see.

“Close your eyes. Imagine the city lights turned off. How bright are the stars now?”

Minju smiles, her nose directed at the infinite universe, eyes gently closed. Your breath halts. “They are beautiful, strong, and I don’t want to look at anything else anymore.”

“Kim Minju…”

She opens her eyes, you’re on one knee.

“...I love you.”

You pull out a silky blue jewel case and with a click, it opens.

“Will you marry me?”

The ring sparkles in Minju’s starlit orbs. Her answer, your unbelievable joy.

“Oh my God, babe—” 

“Yes!”

#kpop fluff #minju fluff #girl group fluff #izone fluff #birthday fluff #male reader insert

[takumifujiwarastan]

can I request a Megumi fic with a reader who spends most of them time alone on their bday?? thank you!

yes ofc anon!!! i love this idea sm hope u enjoy :3

pairing: megumi fushiguro x reader contents: reader is kinda lonely,,, but its very fluffy n' sweet, like a birthday cake ;3

not proofread, forgive me for any mistakes :(

"happy birthday, y/n." you sighed to yourself as you pulled out a book from your shelf, sitting at the foot of your bed. you opted to staying cooped up in your dorm for your birthday, fleeting texts and calls from family and few friends being the only form of celebration you received.

you were content... for the most part. sure it was lonely sometimes, but big parties and huge celebrations were never your thing, so much attention made you shy away. and it wouldn't be a good birthday if you were uncomfortable, right?

also your family lived in Kyoto, a ways away from Tokyo Jujutsu Tech where you were currently. so the odd text and call from them wishing you a happy birthday were all you received from them.

a knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. "come in," you sighed, eyes trained on the book in front of you. you heard the door open and saw a figure out of the corner of your eye, sitting down in front of you. holding something... glowing?

confused, you look up, and see a familiar raven-haired boy sitting in front of you, holding a cupcake with a lit candle on top. his stoic features were softened, a small smile on his lips as his eyes met yours.

your eyes had widened slightly, agape mouth slowly curling into a smile as the light from the glowing candle lit up the dim space surrounding you. your eyes meet his.

"happy birthday, y/n."

megumi swears he saw your eyes gleam when those words left his mouth. your face lit up like the candlelight as he held the little confection out in front of him. "thank you... thank you so much..." you breathed out, smiling up at him brightly.

"what are you waiting for? make a wish, silly." he chuckles as his eyes train on your gleeful expression. you put your book down and scoot forward a bit, watching as megumi hands the cupcake to you.

you carefully hold it in your hands, closing your eyes tightly for a moment before blowing on the candle, the dim flame flickering out and leaving the room in darkness once more, but the warm glow still seemed to linger in the air.

you look up at him, tentatively setting the cake down beside you and sitting up on your knees, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tight, resting your head on his shoulder. "thank you... you have no idea how much this means to me." you breathe out, feeling him wrap his arms around you in turn.

"of course, y/n…” he responds into the crook of your neck, smiling to himself as he runs a hand through your hair.

 “happy birthday.”

sorry its so short,,, i didnt have a lot of time to write this (i wrote it on the train to uni)

im actually getting cooked by uni rn (-_-;)

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[squoxle]

Blow The Whistle ~ P.SH ff 18+

🩵🎂Birthday FF Special for My Hoonie🎁💙

❆pairing: Sunghoon!bf x Reader!gf | ❆wc: 1.4k | ❆summary: Sunghoon had recently picked up a side gig as a coach. But when he has to work overtime on his birthday, you have to think of another way to celebrate his special day. |❆cw: 🔞MDNI!! its smut honey...you know the drill

"Hey, birthday boy," you smiled as your boyfriend answered the phone.

You knew he was busy at work, but you just wanted to get an idea of what time he'd be coming home. You had planned a suprise birthday party for him and you were going to call a few friends over to celebrate. Everything was ready for him. You picked up a chocolate cake for him earlier and you had just finished placing the gifts on the table.

"What time do you think you'll be back home?" you asked.

"Uhh...I won't be home until after midnight," he sighed.

"What? Why?" you exclaimed.

"Well, today I'm in charge of cleaning the uniforms and skates for the kids. And we both know that takes a while."

"But--" you were cut off by the sound of his manager calling Sunghoon's name.

"Sorry, princess. I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, okay. Love you," he quickly said before you let out a sad "I love you too" in response. He gave you two air kisses before cutting the call.

*Dammit* you swore to yourself. How were you supposed to surprise him now?

Just then, an idea popped into your head. You were gonna bring the surprise party to him. You quickly got dressed and ran to the store to pick up a few things. You also texted Sunghoon to let you know when everyone left and he was the only one in the building washing their supplies.

As requested, Sunghoon texted you when everyone left, just as he was gathering the dirty uniforms. Unbeknowst to him, you were already in the main lobby waiting for his text. It was around 11 pm when you put your plan into action.

You walked to the boys' locker room to find your boyfriend pouring a cup of laundry detergent into the top-loader washing machine.

You crept up behind him and wrapped your arms around him. "Boo!" you smiled as his eyes widened in surprise.

"I didn't expect to see you here," he chuckled.

"Yeah, I know. It was supposed to be a surprise," you tapped his nose.

"Ohh so that's why you wanted me to text you?"

"Yep," you replied as you reached up to place a kiss on his cheek. "Happy birthday, Sunghoon," you smiled.

He pulled your face closer to his and kissed your lips.

"Wait! I also brought you a jumbo chocolate cupcake," you said as you pulled out a cutely wrapped box.

"Since when was chocolate pink?" Sunghoon said as he opened the box, revealing a bright pink princess themed cupcake.

"Oh no...that's the wrong one...I should've double checked" you sighed, seeing Sunghoon holding the wrong cupcake.

"It's okay, baby. This cupcake is perfect because it reminds me of you. And what better way to celebrate my special day than with my special girl?" Sunghoon smiled before pulling you in for a hug.

You felt slightly better after hearing Sunghoon's reaction to what felt like the dumbest mistake ever, but you still wished it was the right one.

"Hmm yeah...well, here's the candle," you said, pulling out a single gold candle and placing it in the center of the cupcake. You carefully lit the candle and watched as Sunghoon blew it out.

Sunghoon stuck his finger into the pink frosting and licked it off. "I don't know why I was expecting it to taste like strawberry," he chuckled. "It's tastes like normal buttercream," he shrugged before dipping his finger in the frosting again, but this time bringing it to your mouth to taste.

You opened your mouth to suck the frosting off, when Sunghoon gripped the back of your head as you closed your lips around his finger.

He slowly moved his finger back and forth in your mouth before grabbing more icing, this time placing it on his tongue. You opened your mouth as he inserted his frosting coated tongue. You felt him glide the sweet cream across your tongue as you sucked it when he pulled away.

Gripping your jaw and tilting your head back, Sunghoon spit into your mouth and inserted his two fingers. You sucked for a while before he started to shove them deeper, causing you to gag. He bent down to bite and suck on your neck.

However, he bit just a little too hard and you could tell by the small drop of blood trailling down your neck that he quickly licked up, stopping the bleeding with his tongue.

"Hey, you can't eat me," you giggled, caressing his head that laid on your breasts. "Why not? Isn't it my birthday?" he teased before lifting you up onto the washing machine. "Well it is, but I'm not a peice of cake," you said squishing his cheeks together. "No, but you're my little cupcake," he smiled, showing his dimples before reaching to pull your sweater over your head, exposing your bra. He then removed his own shirt as he pulled your breast to his lips leaving kisses and marks all over.

You reached down to rub his dick through his sweatpants as he kissed your lips, neck, cheek, and breasts. You felt his hardness as he pressed himself more into your hand. He gripped you tighter as his dick twitched in your hands. "Ngh," he grunted before abruptly stopping.

"You want me so bad, don't you?" he said, lustfully starting into your eyes. You nodded your head as a devilish smile crept onto his face. "Then get down on your knees and show me," he said, as you climbed off of the gently vibrating machine, onto your knees.

You reached up to pull out his throbbing dick as he gathered your hair into his hand. You licked your lips before opening your mouth. "Hold on princess, you're forgetting something," Sunghoon said as he swiped the last bit of frosting off of the cupcake and shoved his sweet slightly dyed fingers into your mouth.

As soon as the icing was in, Sunghoon shoved his dick into your mouth ans began pumping into your throat. "Yeah, baby. Suck my dick and show me how much of a needy little slut you are."

You squeezed his thighs as you gagged on his cock, he pulled out just enough for you to catch your breath before shoving it back in. You sucked for a little bit longer before eventually using your hands to give yourself a break. "Mmm, fuck. You're doing so good baby," Sunghoon said you started to suck again.

He moaned a few times before pulling out of your mouth. "Ugh, f-fuck. I need that pussy right now baby, please," he whined as you stood to your feet.

Immediately he threw your body on top of the washing machine, pulled your pants down, and inserted himself into your pussy. As he was fucking you deep, you could feel your clit bracing up against the washer. The vibrations coming from the machine were stimulating you, causing your pussy to tighten around him. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned as he started to fuck you faster.

You struggled to stop yourself from moaning. "Don't fight it, baby. I wanna hear you scream," Sunghoon said before slapping your ass.

"Ngh, Sunghoon...I'm gonna cum," you whined weakly as the washing machine's speed increased making the vibrations stronger. "Good. I want you to cum all over my dick like a good little slut," he replied as you buried your face in your arms to muffle the sound.

"Uh uh. I said I wanna hear it," Sunghoon groaned before flipping you on your back on top of the machine. At this angle Sunghoon had full access to your dripping wet pussy and took one of his hands to stimulate your clit while he fucked you to your climax.

His veiny dick grinded agianst your g-spot causing you to squirt as you came all over his dick. You still felt your walls clenching around his dick as he pumped his hot load into your pussy.

You laid there on the washing machine with Sunghoon leaning over your body.

*BEEP BEEP*

The sound of the washing cycle surprised the both of you. Sunghoon looked at the clock hanging on the wall across the room. "Thanks for making my wish come true," he smiled, before kissing you on the lips.

"What was your wish?"

"To cum inside of my princess," he smiled mischeviosly, before kissing you again.

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[goosefruit]

surprise!

vanessa shelly x reader

tw: none really, slight mention of william afton killing kids

a/n: this is really random but i love the way vanessa says "frickin'" in the movie so i included it in this fic

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You scanned the room around you one last time, checking that everything was in place as planned. 

Gold and white balloons adorned every corner, streamers hung off the ceiling, and a romantic candle-lit dinner was prepared on the dining table. The only thing missing was the subject of celebration, who you suspected should be arriving any moment now. 

"Happy birthday!" You cried out as Vanessa finally stepped through the front door. She was immediately taken aback; however, her expression quickly became one of joy.

"What is all this, Y/N? You didn't have to!" 

You knew that Vanessa didn't like to make a big deal out of her birthday. Hell, you weren't even sure if she remembered that today was her special day, with the way she never mentioned it (in fact, the only reason you knew her birthday was because of that singular time it slipped into the conversation when you were just a month into dating). 

"Nessa, babe. I know you have a hard time celebrating yourself, but today is your day, so let me help you feel special, m'kay?" You helped her out of her work gear and guided her to the dining table. Arranged was a variety of all her favourite dishes, alongside a vase of roses. You gave a shy laugh; the food had taken you several attempts before it was satisfactory. "I'm not the best cook, but I tried my best."

"God, I don't even know what to say," Vanessa couldn't suppress the grin that stretched across her face. "Thank you so much, my love. You are the sweetest frickin' angel ever."

One hand cupped your cheek and the other found its home on your waist as she pulled you in for a kiss, her cherry flavoured-lips fitting perfectly against your own. She smelled amazing, like an elixir of vanilla and jasmine that you had now associated with warmth and comfort.

"How about we eat before the food gets cold, and continue this later?" You whispered when you finally pulled apart for air, your face a centimetre away from hers. 

"You're right. I gotta see if I should make you do all the cooking from now on."

Dinner was filled with laughter, flirty exchanges, and your girlfriend complimenting your culinary skills. You swore that your face was bright red by the end of it, with her praises and the way she made you giggle till you couldn't breathe. 

"Alright, alright, if you thought the steak was good, just wait till you see the cake," you got up and proudly made your way to the fridge.

"There's cake too? You're going to put me into a food coma!"

"Wouldn't be a birthday without a cake. Made it myself too," the excitement in your voice was evident as you set down a colourful cake on the table. Vanessa gasped as she took a closer look. 

On the cake was your best attempt at drawing you, Vanessa, and the four animatronics in icing. You were definitely not a professional artist, but your years of art lessons as a kid paid off, if you said so yourself. It was a depiction of your girlfriend's favourite picture: one taken at the pizzeria while the six of you danced to music, Vanessa in your arms as the animatronics looked on with joy (as best as they could, in their robotic ways).

You looked to her for approval, but were alarmed when you were met with her tear-streaked face instead.

She caught you staring in concern and buried her face in her hands, shoulders trembling as she sobbed. You had rarely seen Vanessa cry like this, not even after almost getting murdered by her own father. 

"Vanessa? What's wrong, sweetheart?" You wrapped an arm around her, thumb rubbing her shoulder comfortingly.

"I'm sorry," she lifted her head to look up at you with teary eyes. It was astounding how beautiful she looked, despite her smudged mascara and red puffy eyes. "I'm not sad, I promise. It's just, as cheesy as this sounds, no one has ever made me feel this important before. I think you're the first person in this world that has ever loved me like this."

"Baby," you kissed her forehead, on the verge of crying yourself.

"And I can see that you put in so much effort to learn all these little details about me, not to mention the time you must have spent putting this whole thing together. Y/N- fuck, I feel like I don't deserve you."

You rested your head on the nape of her neck, your hand finding hers to interlace your fingers together, 

"The last time I had a birthday party, I was eight," she continued with a sniffle. "And," 

A sigh interrupted her sentence, and you could guess that this next part was hard for her to say: 

"You know, when there’s a bunch of unsuspecting, innocent children around, my father...h-he takes advantage of that. I begged him to never have a birthday party again after that, because though I might not have been able to stop him, I couldn't bear to be an accomplice to his crimes."

Vanessa's father really messed her up----that much you knew----but it still broke your heart every time you heard her speak about it.

"What he did will never be your fault, Nessa. I love you more than you know, and I need you to know that you deserve nothing but the best." 

She cracked a weak smile. "Okay, okay, enough sob stories. I want to be in a good mood when we cut this gorgeous cake of yours."

"You know what, I have something else that may be able to cheer you up." You shook your head in amusement. "Don't you wanna see the presents I got you?"

From behind the living room couch, you grabbed a large gift bag and presented it to her. 

And oh did she love it. She couldn’t stop squealing in excitement as she opened your present: a book that was on her reading list, a candle with her favourite scent, a gold necklace that you caught her eyeing at the jewelry store, and a photo album filled with pictures of the two of you. 

The cherry on top was a heartfelt card that brought tears to her eyes, once again.

“And also,” you began to unbutton the top of your blouse, allowing her to catch a glimpse of the hot pink lingerie underneath. “A bonus gift.”

“Holy shit, I really am spoiled!”

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[riahlynn101]

"Pancake Date."

With all the angst, I needed a little bit of a breather. So, here's a fluffy one-shot with pre-established Schmelly (Mike x Vanessa).

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“It’s your birthday?” Vanessa asks, frowning. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

They sit across from one another at the tiny table in the security office. It had been a quiet night so far - the animatronics keeping to the main lobby and the stage. So, the threat of death-on a one to ten scale (with one being they are under no threat of death, and ten being, if they sneeze, they die)-is currently about a five, maybe six. 

Mike crosses his arms, half-asleep. Or at the very least, he looks half-asleep. The dark bags under his eyes only ever seem to get darker as time goes on. It never ceases to amaze Vanessa how he can fall asleep at the drop of a hat. The fact that she (continually) warns him about this place doesn’t seem to bother his sleeping habits. 

“Because it’s not important.” He shifts in the office chair. “Besides, it’s two in the morning. What can I possibly do in the morning?”

“Dunno….oh!” Vanessa's face lights up. “I can sing you the Fazbear birthday song.”

Mike shrinks down. “Please, god, no.” Quickly he adds, “though, I’m sure you have a great singing voice.”

“Oh, come on, don’t you want to hear the famous Fazbear birthday song?” 

Mike sends her an annoyed look (though, knowing him, maybe that’s just his natural resting face).

“Hm….can I at least take you out for breakfast?”

He frowns. “I have to be home by 8:30. I promised Max I would be home by then, and she already thinks I’m unreliable.”

It breaks Vanessa’s heart that-no matter how hard he tries-in the eyes of Mike’s (very limited) support system, his efforts will never be good enough. It shouldn’t be all on his shoulders, but it is. And she knows, without a doubt, Mike will do whatever he has to, to keep his little sister from being taken away. 

“She could come with us,” Vanessa offers. Over the time she’s known Mike (which, to be fair, hasn’t been very long) Abby has become something like a little sister to her. So, it feels less like she’s ‘tagging along’ and more like a ‘no-duh’ decision. 

“I can’t afford to go out right now. Money is really tight.” He looks almost….sad? Regretful? But probably not for himself. Mike is someone that has long since given up on caring. Caring for himself, but not caring for his sister. A realization sets in. He’s sad, because he knows Abby would enjoy going out to eat, and he can’t give that to her. 

Vanessa gives him a gentle smile. Without thinking, she says, “I’ll pay for both of you. Think of it as a birthday present.” 

Mike chews his bottom lip, considering her words. “Okay,” he says, after a solid minute of thinking. 

“Great,” she says, a pleased smile forming on her face. “I know just the place.”

-x-x-x-

After swinging over to his house to pick-up Abby, Mike meets her at the restaurant. A little diner smooshed between a used bookstore and a tire repair shop. The sign is faded with age and the windows are covered in dust. Vanessa’s almost impressed it’s still open.

They find a seat in a booth towards the back of the diner. Abby sits near the window, and Mike slides in next to her. Vanessa sits across from them, a little jittery from the copious amounts of coffee she drank last night.

“My mom used to bring me and my brother here all the time. They have the best pancakes.” She can still taste the delight concoctions her and her brother would order into their pancakes. The waitress and cooks must have thought they were insane. 

Abby’s eyes light up. “Pancakes?” She asks. “Can I get whip cream and sprinkles?”

“Abby,” Mike starts, “we can’t ask-”

Vanessa interrupts him. “Of course you can. Do you want chocolate milk with it?”

Abby nods, smiling big. “Yes, please.”

Mike mouths, “thank you.”

Again, Vanessa’s heart breaks for the two people across from her. So, she mouths back, “don’t mention it.”

-x-x-x-

The food is just as good as she remembers it. Thankfully, for once, childhood nostalgia hadn’t steered her wrong.

“Thank you, Vanessa,” Mike says.

“Yeah, thanks, Vanessa,” Abby tells her, hugging Vanessa. “The food was really good.” She looks back at her brother. “And I think you made my brother happy. He really likes you.”

Mike claps. “O-kay, time to go.” 

“I think you guys should get married- hey!” 

Mike pulls her to the car. “Kids say the darndest things, don’t they?” He laughs, but there is undeniably panic in his eyes. “Thanks again, I’ll see you tomorrow night.” 

Abby waves at her, a mischievous smile on her face. 

Vanessa waves back, watching them leave. 

An excited, almost giddy feeling wells up in her chest. She walks to her car, the caffeine high she’s been on since eleven last night has started to lessen, but Vanessa hardly notices. Her heart continues to beat fast, and it’s hard to see her face in any of the mirrors at this angle, but she’s confident it’s bright red. 

On the way home, all she can think is:

he likes me. 

And maybe that’s childish of her, to dwell on that thought. It’s just a stupid crush, but for some reason, she can’t stop thinking about it. Vanessa is a fairly logical person. Outside of ghosts in an abandoned pizzeria, she holds herself to a certain standard of intelligence.

But maybe, for once, it would be okay to have this one little thing. Even if Mike doesn’t actually like her, it wouldn’t hurt to hold that feeling close to her chest. He’ll be gone or dead within the week. 

Her heart clenches painfully, at the thought of Mike being dead. The thought of him being beyond her reach, just like her brother, makes Vanessa want to scream at the top of her lungs. She wants him to stay with her, for as long as possible. 

Which means, she can’t let him win. Contract or not, Vanessa will save Mike. 

Even if it costs Vanessa her life.

#cross posted on ao3 #Mike x Vanessa #Schmelly #fnaf movie #fnaf #abby schmidt #vanessa shelly #mike schmidt #wholesome #birthday fluff #breakfast #no one dies #for once

[teaberrii]

The Genshin Boys Surprising You on Your Birthday

Featuring: Alhaitham, Childe, Heizou, Xiao, and Zhongli

Notes: It's my birthday, so I wrote a little something.

He's done. He's prepared. He's ready to give you your annual birthday surprise.

Alhaitham

Alhaitham wouldn't let you in your room for weeks, and you have no idea why. You didn't mind sleeping with him, though.

You get home that day to see the door of your room slightly ajar. Alhaitham comes out and tells you to close your eyes. You're skeptical, but you do as you're told anyway.

Alhaitham's hands are on your shoulders as he guides you inside your bedroom. Then, when he tells you to open your eyes, you see a custom-made bookshelf in the shape of a tree. It sits perfectly in the space you've been meaning to fill in your bedroom.

You notice each branch has a book. When you take the books off the shelf, you notice that they're new and ones you haven't read before. Each book is also from a different genre.

Alhaitham helps you organize your books and surprises you with a two-tier cake he made himself. It's not until later you discover Kaveh had secretly given him cooking lessons.

I know you think that I do not care much for these anniversaries, but celebrating the day you were born is a must. Let's continue celebrating together as we continue our journey hand-in-hand.

Childe

Childe picks you up after work, and you go straight to his place for your birthday surprise... if only you knew what he's planning.

Childe has all the lights off, and as soon as you turn them on, the entire place is decorated with fairy lights, heart balloons, and scented candles.

Childe had spelt a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY using balloons in the living room while the bedroom had I LOVE YOU and rose petals placed in the shape of a heart on the bed.

Childe takes you back to the living room, and you enjoy his homemade food as he serenades you.

You lead Childe back into the bedroom and end your birthday festivities with a nice, long cuddle.

Happy birthday! I hope this wasn't too much. I always say this... but even when we're old, I'll always find a way to give you the best surprise ever.

Heizou

Heizou makes you work on your birthday. He's prepared some riddles and puzzles that you have to solve to get to him and whatever surprise he has waiting for you.

You start your adventure at your house, and you end up going to four different places. The first is the place where you first met. The second is where he confessed to you. The third is where you had your first kiss. The last place is your final destination.

You arrive at a Ferris wheel where he's waiting for you. You playfully scold him for making you run around on your birthday.

You and Heizou ride the Ferris wheel until it stops at the top. You think something has gone wrong when fireworks go off, and Heizou gives you a passionate kiss.

You ask Heizou if this place will be the one where you spent your first birthday together. He smiles at you in return, and you enjoy the rest of the fireworks show holding hands.

These ordinary places can become so special from just a single action. Today's memory is my gift to you. Let's continue creating great memories together!

Xiao

You know Xiao doesn't like being around crowds or care much for birthdays, so you're surprised that he takes you to the beach. It starts with breakfast-in-bed, building sandcastles on the beach, swimming in the ocean, and a beautiful view of the ocean at a seaside restaurant.

You and Xiao are walking hand-in-hand on the beach just as the sun sets over the horizon.

Xiao stops you, and you turn to see him pull out a traditional Chinese hair clip. It's hand-carved with two golden butterflies flying together on the top.

Xiao helps you put it in your hair. He doesn't like being in photos but takes one with you with the clip in your hair.

You find out later through a friend that Xiao had got the hair clip custom-made and that he chose the butterflies to symbolize long life, happiness, and eternal love.

If I'm not wrong, birthdays are a day when you spend time with people you love. If that's the case, I hope to continue spending this day with you for the rest of our lives.

Zhongli

Zhongli pulls up to the most expensive restaurant in town. When he told you he was taking you out for your birthday, you were not expecting this.

You loop your arm around his, and a waiter escorts you and your date to a table with the perfect view of the city skyline.

You end up having a lengthy conversation with him about life, your troubles, books you have read, and anything in between. Zhongli is a great conversationalist but an even better listener.

Zhongli pays for everything, and you enjoy an evening stroll together at the lake.

Zhongli takes you to a pier, and as you look at the moon together, he takes a piece of paper from his chest pocket. His gift to you is a poem where he details he will always be your biggest cheerleader in all your future endeavours.

I understand that it doesn't have to be your birthday for me to give you this. But let today be the start of knowing that you will never be alone.

Bonus: Paimon

You come home to find your place filled with smoke. You panic and are about to call the emergency number when Paimon suddenly appears.

Paimon bluntly tells you that she just remembered it was your birthday and wanted to do something special for you.

You also find out that Paimon had used your card to buy an expensive gift online. A gift that you really didn't need.

You spend your birthday chasing her around as she tries to convince you that she tried her best.

Paimon helps you clean up the mess she made and finally asks if you can make both of you dinner.

Paimon didn't do it on purpose! It's the thought that counts, right? But, happy birthday! Here's to another year together!

#childe x reader #xiao x reader #alhaitham x reader #zhongli x reader #heizou x reader #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #childe x you #xiao x you #alhaitham x you #zhongli x you #heizou x you #childe fluff #xiao fluff #alhaitham fluff #genshin impact fluff #birthday fluff #zhongli fluff #heizou fluff #genshin x reader #paimon #genshin impact #headcanons

[fandomnerd9602]

It's Hailee Steinfeld's birthday and you know what that means: A Hailee fic

Hailee opens her gifts to find a brand new keyboard…

Hailee: baby, it’s amazing! 

Y/N: hey anything for my favorite singer

Hailee: you got my birthday covered. But do you know what I want for Christmas?

Y/N: what?

Hailee smacks a bow on Y/N’s shoulder

Hailee: you

A/N: Happy Birthday to my favorite Gwen Stacy ever!

#celebrity #celebrity x reader #hailee steinfeld #hailee x reader #hailee steinfeld x reader #celebs #celebrities #celebrity imagine #birthday #birthday fluff

[your-not-invisible-to-me]

Pages Toward Your Future (Matt Murdock x Reader)

A/N: *whispers* Guess who isn't dead? Long story short: this fic was supposed to be written for @pastafossa's birthday so many months ago. Since then, my laptop broke, and my apartment flooded twice. Alas, it is now here.

Happy late birthday pasta I adore you<3

Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Summary:

When you wake up one morning sick, Matt makes sure you still get to celebrate your birthday. or The time you can't go to the bookstore, so Matt brings the bookstore to you.

Word Count: 1,684

Warnings for Chapter: None! :) just some birthday fluff

Read me on Ao3 as Aaron gets his shit together.

Matt knew something was wrong the moment he woke up that morning. On a normal day, you were always up before him, rushing around your shared apartment getting your things ready for your day as an elementary school teacher. Even on weekends you would be up early – spending your mornings grading and catching up on lesson plans so that you could spend the rest of the day with him. You always made your plans around the both of you to make sure you had time together, and he loved you even more for it every time.  

So, color him surprised when his alarm started going off at ten on a Saturday, and you were still asleep next to him.  

“Sweetheart?” he called out, softly. He ran his hand through the knots in your hair. Immediately he could feel the tenseness in your shoulders. You were stiff as a board. “Are you alright?”  

You let out a groan as you attempted to bury your head deeper into the pillows.  

“Head.” you said so softly that no one else would have been able to hear it if it had not been for his senses. He caught on immediately. Sometimes you would get massive migraines, so bad it would leave you incapable of anything.  

Usually, you would pop some Tylenol and force your way through them. Luckily, you would not have to do that today.  

Matt slowly slipped out of bed, making his way to the kitchen. He grabbed a glass of water as well as his “comically large bottle of pain meds” – your words, not his – and made his way back to the bedroom. He placed them on your nightstand.  

“I have some medicine for you, sweetheart. Can you take some for me?” asked Matt. He kept his words soft. If anyone knew the need for quiet on days of pain, it would be him.  

He felt you nod before feeling you sit up, grabbing the glass and swallowing the pills. He couldn’t help but chuckle as you fell right back into his chest.  

“I have to get some work done, but it should only take me a few hours. Try to get some sleep, alright?” He tucked you right back into bed and headed back towards the kitchen, ready to make his own breakfast and get some work done.  

As Matt opened the fridge, a slip of paper that had been stuck to it fell off, sliding across the floor. Confused, he went to go pick it up, wondering what it could have been.  

Of course .  

Your birthday was next weekend, and while he had his own plan for a celebration with you, he had forgotten your own tradition that you did for yourself every year.  

Your bookstore trip.  

Every year you would spend weeks compiling a list of books from your TBR list that you wanted. You rated them, scored them, and made a list of books you would buy yourself for your birthday. It was something your parents had started for you when you were a kid, a way to keep their wallets safe when all their kid wanted for their birthday was more books to read.  

It was important to you. He clearly hadn’t seen them before, but there were spreadsheets involved.  

It was the one day of the year that he knew you allowed yourself to splurge on you.  

It was also what you had planned to do for the day – hence the list on the fridge.  

He also knew that with how busy you were, you weren’t going to get another free day for a while.  

Suddenly, he knew his plans were changing for the day. He dug his phone out of his pocket.  

“Foggy? Yeah, change of plans. I need your help today.”  

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“You know, when you said we needed to make a quick shopping trip, this isn’t exactly what I thought you meant.”  

Matt and Foggy stood inside Barnes and Noble, having taken the train down to Union Square so they could shop at the biggest one. Currently Foggy’s hands were full as he balanced a stack of books under his chin. Matt, on the other hand, was making his way down the list as best he could.  

“We’re almost done, Fogs, I promise.”  

“You said that an hour ago.”  

“Well, that was before I found out they had a lot of the books in brail.” When Matt had originally given one of the workers your detailed list of books, they had assumed it was for him, leading him over to the small brail section that the store had. While he had since corrected them, he wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to be able to read some of your books along with you, or even be able to read to you.  

Since the image came to his mind, he had never wanted anything more. Reading was your thing, you devoured books so quickly, always excited about getting into the storylines and into the characters. While he was always happy to listen as you went on and on, the idea that he could read along with you and be able to know more about what exactly was going through your mind just brought him pure joy.  

Then there was the idea that he could be the one to read to you. It wasn’t something you had ever voiced before – hell it wasn’t something he had ever thought of before, usually it was other people reading to him – he knew he wanted to be able to give you this too. On days just like today when your head hurt too much to open your eyes, on days where your work was too stressful, where life was too stressful – he wanted to have a chance to give you something like peace.  

It was in conveying all this to Foggy, however, that his friend’s silence suddenly had him second guessing himself.  

“What is it, Fogs?”  

“Nothing.”  

“Not nothing, your being weird.”  

“I’m not being weird. You’re being weird.”  

“Foggy-.”  

“Really, Matt. It’s nothing bad. It’s just, I’ve never seen you like this before is all.”  

“Like what?”  

“Hopeful.”  

Matt paused, stunned a bit by his best friends' words. Maybe he was putting too much weight on a couple dozen books, but a bigger part of him knew Foggy was right.  

The scenes he was seeing in his head of times together with you reading were scenes of a future, your future together. With him.  

Maybe he had more thinking to do about what lied ahead. More planning. Books were okay for now, but he wanted more, and he wanted that badly.  

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It wasn’t until a week later that you learned what exactly Matt had done. He had decided to save the actual surprise for your real birthday, wanting to add it to your list of presents.  

He had everything prepared when you woke up, excited for your reaction as you slid open the bedroom door.  

“Matt?” you asked, the clunk of the door echoing behind you. You looked around the living room, your mind filled with confusion.  

In front of you, scattered across the living room, were stacks of books in different places. There was a stack on the coffee table, a few across the kitchen counter, and more filled across the room.  

Right in the center of the apartment, there was Matt, a nervous smile spread across his beautiful face. 

“What’s going on, Matty?” you asked.  

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” said Matt, softly. He took steps toward you, bringing you to a spot in front of one of the books. It was then you realized that the stacks of books were arranged in a sort of line, clumped together waiting for someone to follow the path.  

“What’s all this?”  

“Well, I know you weren’t feeling well last week.” You nodded. “Well, I also know that because of that, you missed your day out to the bookstore.”  

You thought back to the previous week, remembering the details. You had almost forgotten your original plans for the day, yourself, too distracted by the pounding in your brain. When you woke up hours later, all you could be was annoyed at the idea of having to reschedule.  

Matt must have noticed your contemplation, as he continued.  

“I know you were upset at missing it, so I thought I would just bring the bookstore to you.”  

You let out a gasp, looking around the room at the specific books that were laid out. It was only then that you noticed the titles of the books, recognizing them off the list that you had spent just a detailed amount of time creating.  

All the books you had chosen, and all of them Matt had bought for you to read.  

“Oh, Matt...”  

Matt wrung his hands nervously. A myriad of thoughts went through his head. What if he had made a mistake? What if this was something you had wanted to save for yourself? What if he had picked the wrong books, made the wrong choices? 

“Is this, is it alright?”  

Even with his senses, he couldn’t predict the speed at which you threw yourself against his body, engrossing him in a hug. He felt the breath you took. He felt the drop of tears against his shoulder.  

“It’s absolutely perfect, Matt.”  

He felt you telling the truth.  

Later, after Matt had led you around the apartment on your own little book spree, after the birthday breakfast he made was eaten and wishes were given, Matt couldn’t express how happy he felt as you curled up against him with one of the new books he had gotten you. You had wanted to read some passages to him, and he was more than happy to listen.  

He couldn’t help, however, thinking about the new plan he was forming. The stack of his copies of the books, hidden in his trunk. Soon, he thought. Soon the night would come when he’d make you dinner, where he would spend time getting to read to you, and he’d ask you the question about your future and hope you would want forever.  

#matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #matt murdock x f!reader #daredevil x f!reader #daredevil #matt murdock #fic #fanfic #reader #reader insert #reader fic #fluff #birthday fluff #foggy nelson #foggy #oc #matt murdock x oc #matthew murdock #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdock fanfic #charlie cox #marvel #fandom #matt murdock x you #matt murdock fluff #daredevil fluff #marvel fanfiction #marvel fluff #daredevil fanficton #daredevil fanfic

[writing-like-a-whore]

nagi seishiro

“adulting now?”

nagi seishiro x gn!reader, fluffy, cutest bf, established relationship, short, not proofread, no warnings i think

it was ur big 18th. nagi woke you up at midnight, “the tables have turned huh?” he said as you rolled over and latched your hands to his neck and pulled yourself closer to him. he smiled as he felt you smile on his neck, “wake up we need to cut your cake.” you lean back just a little to look at his face “what cake?” you ask. “the one choki and i made for you.”

he gives you a hug before he gets up and asks you to follow him around. “i know its a tradition in your family, the midnight cake. just got to know to that when the shops were all closed.” he opens the fridge to bring out a pink cake. it was a little messy, the frosting, but the pink was so beautiful and the note attached to toothpick that said happy birthday in nagi’s handwriting was so sweet. “you went through all this trouble for me?”

he kept the cake and just casually said, “its never a trouble when its abt you.” you smile as you sit on the sofa next to him. you take a picture of it (and him) when he lights the candle. nagi liked how proud of him you looked, he took his phone out too and set it and started recording. you cut the cake and give some to him to eat and he does the same to you. the camera is still rolling when he brings you in for a kiss and says “happy birthday.”

#nagi seishiro x reader #bllk nagi #nagi seishiro x you #nagi seishiro #nagi x y/n #nagi x you #bllk x female reader #bllk scenarios #bllk x reader #bllk x y/n #bllk x you #writing prompt #birthday fluff #fluff #bllk fluff #character x reader #bllk headcanons #bllk sae #bllk #bllk imagines

[atths--twice]

It’s Scully’s sixtieth birthday today. A time for family and spending the day together. ❤️

February 23, 2024

8:45 p.m.

Scully smiled as she looked at the pictures held on the Skinner and Rachel’s fridge by an assortment of magnets.

There were ones of only Rachel and Skinner, the twins together and separate, the whole family in different locations, and many with the twins and Faith as they cheesed for the camera or were taken in candid. There was even a more recent one with all of them from Halloween, held in a border Faith had made out of popsicle sticks and decorated with Halloween stickers.

Scully shook her head as she traced her finger over Faith’s face in her favorite picture. Jacob and Elizabeth were sitting on a bedding of straw, within the petting zoo they had visited last August, each holding a bunny on their laps. They were grinning from ear to ear and beside them was Faith, smiling at them.

When Rachel had shown Scully the picture, they had both proclaimed how cute it was and how grown up Faith looked as she looked on at her “babies.” Rachel had immediately sent it to Scully and she had made copies of them on her way home the next day, placing a framed picture in Faith’s room and one in her office, both at home and at work.

Since then many things had changed, but that picture, keeping them frozen in that moment, was and always would be one of her favorites.

“Hey,” Mulder said, pulling her from her thoughts.

“Hey,” she said back, smiling at him as she moved out of his way, allowing him to open the fridge and take out two beers.

“You ready for this?” he asked, picking up the bottle opener to open the beers.

“Yeah,” she laughed with a nod.

“I don’t know if I am. I feel like this could be bad. I’m not very good at it.”

“Oh, honey,” she said, wrapping her arms around his waist and smiling at him. “You are good at it.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, his arms going around her, the two beers still held in his hands. “I just don’t know. I want to do it right and I’m not sure I’ll do you justice.”

“Just take your time and do the best you can,” she said, tilting her head slightly. “What do you always say to Faith? Try and then try again?”

“And if all else fails, chuck the fucker out the window?” he suggested and she laughed.

“Don’t remember ever hearing that part.”

“Because it’s internal. But trust me, it’s always there.”

She laughed again and he smiled at her before he leaned his head down and kissed her.

“So you did get the beers,” Skinner said, interrupting them. “They just haven’t made their way to the table yet.”

“Sorry, man,” Mulder said, turning them so he could hand Skinner his beer. “I got distracted by this smoking hot woman.”

“God,” Skinner said, shaking his head and taking a drink of his beer.

“Are you going to deny that she’s smoking hot? Today of all days?” Mulder asked incredulously as Scully stepped back with a laugh. “Look at her.”

“Mulder, stop it,” she said, shaking her head.

“No. It’s impossible. You’re hot. It’s the truth.”

“Who’s hot?” Rachel asked as she came into the room, smiling at them and taking Skinner’s beer from him.

“Hey,” he protested and she winked as she took a sip.

“I was saying that my wife, who is celebrating her sixtieth rotation around the sun-”

“More like accepting it,” Scully said with a small sigh as Rachel smiled at her.

“Celebrating,” Mulder insisted, looking at her pointedly and she nodded, scrunching her chin as she put an arm around his waist. “As amazing as ever and definitely still smoking hot.”

“Hear! Hear!,” Rachel agreed, raising the bottle in the air. Skinner looked at her and she looked back, her eyebrows raised. “Yeah, she’s hot. Deal with it.” Mulder and Scully laughed and Skinner gave Rachel a crooked smile, before kissing her softly.

“And so are you,” he said and Rachel pulled away.

“So you do think she’s hot?!” Rachel said, shaking her head and scoffing loudly as Scully laughed again.

“You… they…” Skinner stammered, looking around at each of them.

“Oh, you’re so cute when you get flustered,” Rachel laughed, putting the beer down and wrapping her arms around his neck. “I love you so much.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said gruffly, even as he pulled her close. She smiled as she reached up to kiss him, then whispered something that made him laugh. “Yeah. Okay.”

Mulder glanced at Scully and she shrugged with a smile as she turned her attention back to Rachel and Skinner. He caught her eye and smiled.

“I’ve been given permission to state once a year that you are a…” he said, pausing when Rachel covered his ear and whispered something into it. “Babe...”

“That’s my wife you’re talking about!” Mulder stated in mock outrage. “How dare you!”

“I was talking to my wife,” Skinner said, as Rachel dissolved into laughter. “I didn’t mean-”

“Sure you didn’t,” Mulder said, shaking his head and sighing loudly.

“Jesus Christ,” Skinner murmured, picking up the beer and draining half the bottle. “Can we just…?”

“Move on?” Scully asked with a chuckle.

“Yes, please,” Skinner sighed with a nod. “I’ll grab another beer and meet you out there.”

“Okay,” Rachel said, winking at Scully as she turned to leave the kitchen. Scully caught up to her and put her arm around her waist.

“He’s so easy,” Scully said.

“Oh my God, babe. I know,” Rachel said and they both cackled as they walked out of the room.

They stopped at the long dining room table and Scully smiled at the items that had been set upon it.

“I’m really excited to do this,” Rachel said and Scully nodded, also feeling a sense of excitement.

Mulder and Skinner came into the room and they also stopped at the table.

“Okay, let’s take a seat,” Rachel said, clapping her hands and grinning at them. “Across from each other, so you’re facing your partner.”

Mulder hummed and brushed Scully’s back with his fingers as he passed her and went to sit on the side closest to the window. Skinner sat beside him and then Scully sat across from Mulder.

“Alright,” Rachel said. “So when I was younger, the birthday person always got to pick the activities for the day, what they wanted for dinner, and their cake. I’d say that aside from this particular activity, you’ve gotten all three today, Dana.” She smiled at Scully and she smiled back with a nod.

“Although,” Scully said, staring at the blank canvas on the small tabletop easel in front of her. “While it may not have been something I thought to do, I love the idea and I’m looking forward to it.”

“I’m so glad,” Rachel said, beaming as she looked at Scully. “I know I’ve sent you many videos of people doing this recently. Enjoying the company of your partner, while painting their portrait.” She gestured to the paints, paintbrushes, pencils, and pens on the table.

“Right,” Mulder agreed, staring at his own canvas, and then looking up at Scully as though studying her. She smiled and picked up a pencil, intent on sketching him first.

“Before we start, I have one request,” Rachel said, letting out a deep breath. “Take your time and make an effort. I really don’t think I need to tell the two of you.” She looked at Skinner and Mulder, smiling softly. “It’s just that… the mass amount of videos I’ve seen of people revealing their finished product, it seems like the women try harder or make more of an effort to make it good. Maybe the men have done their best, but sometimes it seems like they took it as an opportunity to paint their partner with comical features. Then, because of their actions, and the fact that it’s easier to join in on the laughter than be on the outside of it, their partner has to behave like it’s funnier than it is, while perhaps leaving them feeling… less than happy or not as loved.”

“Honey,” Skinner said quietly, shaking his head.

“I know, I know,” Rachel said, putting her hands up and shrugging. “I just…”

“Take our time,” Skinner said, smiling at her and she smiled back with a small nod.

Scully watched them, smiling when Rachel stepped closer and kissed him, before taking her place beside her.

“Okay,” Rachel said, turning on some music, though the volume stayed low, considering the sleeping children upstairs. Raising her glass of wine next to her easel, she exhaled with a smile. “Let’s do this.”

They all clinked their glasses or bottles and began to create a drawing of their partner, just like the videos Rachel had shown them over the past few days.

Two hours later, all of them slightly tipsy, it was time to reveal their paintings.

Scully had done as Rachel suggested and taken her time. Sketching Mulder, looking at him in a different light, she had focused on the varying shades of color in his hair, the close trim of his beard, his smile, and the lines around his eyes and on his forehead, especially when he concentrated.

Sometimes, especially recently, she caught him staring at those lines in the bathroom mirror. He would sigh as he touched them, no doubt feeling it made him appear older, but she loved every one of them. They were part of him and his journey in life, of which she had been an active and close participant, and she would not remove them even if she had the chance.

Adding a few final touches, she set down her paintbrush and looked at him with a smile. He was staring at his canvas closely and then pulling back with a frown and tilt of his head.

After doing this a few times, he glanced up and saw her looking at him. He raised his eyebrows at her, but she only smiled and shrugged her shoulders, not saying anything.

His foot then found hers under the table and he tapped against it once, a silent question. She tapped back three times, their code for I love you. When he tapped back four times, I love you too, she grinned as she remembered when the fourth tap or squeeze had been implemented.

“It should be four squeezes when you do it back,” Faith had said, squeezing both of their hands as they sat on the couch one night. “Because three is I love you, so four should be I love you… too!”

She had demonstrated it, squeezing their hands three times and then waiting for them to respond back with four squeezes. When they had, she grinned, as pleased as could be.

“Okay!” Rachel said, pausing the music and looking at Scully. “You’re the birthday… hottie-”

“Oh, now don’t start that again,” Skinner groaned and they all laughed.

“You go first, Dana,” Rachel said, winking at Skinner who rolled his eyes as he smiled at her.

“Okay,” Scully said, sitting up straight and letting out a breath. “Wow, this makes me feel slightly nervous. Okay, here we go.” She looked at Mulder and he grinned. “Close your eyes.”

He did as she asked as she picked up her canvas, turning it around for him to see.

“Huh,” Skinner said and then closed his mouth, glancing quickly at Scully in apology. She smiled as she shook her head, her heart beating faster as she wondered what that sound had meant.

“Can I open my eyes?” Mulder asked and Scully chuckled softly.

“Yes,” she whispered and he opened his eyes.

“Wow,” he said, leaning forward. “Wow, hon. You did an amazing job. That… wow.”

“Wow? That’s the best you got?” she teased and he laughed softly.

“It’s… can I hold it?”

She nodded and they both leaned forward, him taking the canvas and holding it as she leaned back, watching his face. He smiled as he looked over the whole thing, touching his beard and then his hair. His smile faded a bit as he ran his fingers over his forehead, touching the lines that lay there. He sighed and then looked up at her.

“It’s beautiful. You captured everything so perfectly. Lovingly.”

“That couldn’t possibly be because I love you now, could it?” she asked, smiling as she picked up her wine glass and took a sip.

“Possibly,” he agreed, looking down at the painting again.

“Can I see mine now?” she asked and he raised his head, worry in his eyes.

“I don’t think I did the same justice that you’ve done for me. I don’t know that…”

“Come on, man,” Skinner said, shaking his head and then gesturing to Mulder’s painting with his chin. “Show her.”

Mulder nodded and set her painting down before picking up his own.

“Close your eyes,” Mulder said and she did, swallowing hard, suddenly very nervous.

“Oh!” Rachel said, inhaling sharply.

“Open them.”

Scully opened her eyes and then gasped, her eyes lifting to his.

“Didn’t do me justice? Mulder, it’s so beautiful. Can I have it?”

“Yeah,” he said, grinning as he leaned forward and handed it to her.

He had painted a faint forest green background with small yellow dots near the top, symbolizing stars. Smiling back at her, he had captured her face nearly identical to how she had captured his.

There were lines etched within, where there had not been any when they first met. Her eyes were the exact shade as her own and she sighed as she stared into them. Her hair, lighter and longer than it had been when they had begun their journey together, lay across one shoulder with pieces of it coming loose onto the other side.

“It’s…” she said, shaking her head. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.” She looked up at him and he nodded with a smile.

“You’re welcome, love.”

He tapped her foot three times and as she tapped back four, he grinned and winked at her.

“It’s really good, Fox,” Rachel said, leaning toward Scully to look at it closer.

“Thank you,” he said, tapping a random pattern gently against Scully’s foot.

“Alright, who’s next?” Skinner asked gruffly. “You want to go first, honey?”

“Okay!” Rachel said, sitting up and smiling as she let out a breath. “You don’t need to close your eyes, though. I want to see your real time reaction.”

“Why does that make me nervous?” he asked and she laughed as she picked up her canvas and turned it around. “Oh, Rach… that’s…” He laughed and reached for it as Rachel smiled.

“Oh. That’s a big, bald, beautiful man,” Mulder said, looking at it and then Rachel. She and Scully laughed, both for different reasons, and Skinner shot him a look.

“Shut up,” he said and then turned his attention to Rachel. “It’s perfect. You did a really great job, honey.” He turned it around to show Scully, though she had already seen it as Rachel was working on it.

His face was painted against a dark blue background. The brown of his eyes and the salt and pepper of his beard had been captured to a T. He had a small smile and Scully smiled at the sight of it.

“It’s you. Perfectly you.” She smiled at Rachel and she bowed her head in thanks.

“I’m up,” Skinner said and Mulder tapped Scully’s foot. She looked at him and he widened his eyes.

Hmmm… what does that mean? she thought.

Skinner set Rachel’s drawing down and reached for his own. He looked at her and smiled as he picked it up and turned it around.

Both she and Scully gasped, Rachel’s hand going to her throat.

“Walter,” she breathed. “I… oh my God.” He handed it to her and Scully leaned closer, her mouth slightly agape.

It was stunning to say the least. He had drawn and then painted Rachel as well as any artist ever could. He captured the blue of her eyes, the light within them, and her smile so perfectly, it was like looking at a photograph.

“I can’t believe this,” Rachel said, shaking her head. “She’s so beautiful.”

“You’re so beautiful, honey,” Skinner said with a soft chuckle. “Don’t I always tell you that?”

“Yeah, but…” She shrugged and wiped her eyes as she shook her head again. Scully rubbed her back as Rachel drew in a deep breath.

“I think I’ve been ousted as the hottie. And on my birthday too,” Scully said and everyone laughed, Rachel’s ending on a small sob.

“I love this so much,” she said, looking at Skinner. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“You’re more than welcome, honey,” Skinner said and Rachel nodded.

Mulder tapped Scully’s foot again and she nodded as she glanced at him.

“Who knew lying below that gruff exterior all these years, there lay the heart of such an artist?” Scully said, smiling at him. “It’s truly beautiful, Walter.”

“Thank you, Dana,” he said. “It’s hard for it not to be when such beauty is there to inspire me.”

“Okay, that’s enough flattery,” Rachel said, and Mulder and Scully both laughed. “But rest assured that anytime the twins need help with school art projects or to sculpt something out of clay, they’ll be heading your way.”

“I think I can handle that,” he said and they all laughed again.

They cleaned up, clearing away the paints and rinsing out the paintbrushes, laughing as they finished their drinks and each couple shared another slice of cake.

Rachel set the canvases on the stands on the table and took pictures of them, smiling as she then sent them in a text message.

“Thank you all for going along with this crazy idea.”

“Crazy? Nah,” Mulder said, putting his arm around her shoulders and squeezing. “It was a wonderful idea and turned out very well.”

“Thank you, Fox.”

Squeezing her shoulders again, he dropped his arm and walked over to Scully.

“A good ending to a good day?” he asked, taking her hands in his.

“Yes. Undoubtedly.”

“Good,” he said, leaning forward to kiss her softly. “Sixty looks good on you, babe.”

She wanted to protest, to make a flippant comment, but then her eyes fell on his painting of her and she saw what he saw. Smiling, she nodded and looked back at him.

“Yeah. I think it does.”

In the morning, when Faith and the twins saw the paintings on the table, they oohed and awed over them, claiming them beautiful and handsome.

“I want to paint a picture,” Faith said, looking at Skinner. “Can I paint Jacob and Liz Beth, Unco? And then they can paint me? If you help them, they can do it. I know they can.”

“God, you are just…” He kissed the top of her head and then whispered something in her ear. Her eyes lit up and she ran to Rachel and hugged her around the waist.

“Thank you, Raycho!” she shouted and then ran towards Rachel’s office, returning quickly with a wrapped package of blank canvases, though smaller than the ones they had used the previous evening.

“Always gotta be one step ahead of them,” Rachel said and Scully laughed in agreement.

Before the day was over, Faith had painted portraits of everyone, including Bella who had joined the sleepover, lying on her large bed that was placed beside her beloved Faith.

Jacob and Elizabeth painted for a bit, but then became bored and returned to their toys.

Skinner was asked to paint the picture of Faith, taking time to sketch her out before adding the paint.

“Unco,” Faith breathed when he showed her the final result. “It’s so beautiful. You did it so amazing. You’re a good drawing person.”

“Thank you, baby girl,” he said, laughing softly and kissing her forehead.

When they left, Faith held her portrait in her lap the whole way home, telling them about what she liked best about it.

Finding some nails and a hammer, they let Faith direct them on where the portraits she had painted should go, Scully hanging hers and Mulder’s side by side in her office.

The portrait Skinner had painted of Faith, did not get hung up. Not right away.

Instead, it lay on her pillow when she went to bed, joined her at the breakfast table, and was back in the bed at bedtime.

“He made it so good, Mama,” Faith said, yawning as she turned over to look at it. “I love it. Goodnight. I love you, Mama.”

“I love you too, love. Sweet dreams.” She kissed Faith’s sweet smelling hair and smiled at the painting.

Faith’s face was painted before a light lavender background. Her long brown hair was down and laying over her shoulders. Her blue eyes were alight with happiness and just a hint of mischief. She smiled with her perfect baby teeth showing. The little freckles that were beginning to appear had been added and Scully loved those most of all, as she had learned over the years to love her own many freckles.

Yes, she thought, looking at the painting once again and then smoothing Faith’s hair back to look at the aforementioned freckles. He captured her perfectly.

Kissing her once more, Scully turned out the bedside light and turned on the fox nightlight.

Closing the door softly behind her, she smiled at the gallery of pictures Faith had painted that hung on the wall by the stairs. Every one of them was there, and even the extra ones Faith had insisted she paint, of Grey and the fish, not wanting anyone to be left out.

Touching the portrait of her that Faith had painted, her love held within every stroke, Scully smiled.

“I think I’m going to like being sixty,” she whispered.

“Scully?” Mulder called and she nodded.

“Be there in a sec, hon,” she called back quietly before kissing her fingers and touching them to Faith’s painting.

Yeah, she thought as she continued down the stairs. I think sixty agrees with me.

#xf fanfic #the x files #msr #love #happy #family #family life: the story beyond the series #birthday #birthday fluff #painting #domestic #domestic fluff #talking and laughing #drinking #sharing moments together #fluff and humor

[evilwriter37]

Happy birthday, Hiccup!

Rated: general audiences

Warnings: none

Relationships: Hiccup & Toothless

Word Count: 857

Summary: Toothless learns of Hiccup's "hatching day" and wants to get him a gift.

#hiccup's birthday #httyd #how to train your dragon #hiccup haddock #toothless #hicctooth #hictooth #(I don't know which spelling the fandom uses) #fluff #birthday fluff #birthday fic #fanfiction #writing

[fillinforlater]

A Collection for a Special Date: Part IV

Male Reader x Kim Minju

Length: 1000 words

Tags: fluff, hand-holding, nursing, healthy relationship, cute, a bit of teasing, cuddling, sick_gf!Minju

TW: I wrote this in 15 minutes, because Minju best girl, so no editing lol.

(A/N: Happy Birthday to my Minmin. Her birthday is almost over, but I hope she had a blast and will have a great time being 22 years old. Man, I love her so much, ahhhh.)

“Can you hold my hand for a little longer?”

Is it weird to call a sick person cute? Surely it must depend on the context. The way Minju lays in her bed, blanket up to her chin, everything but her face hidden, and said face in a fever blush, who wouldn’t think that she is cute? Doesn’t help that she has your heart in a tight grip with each syllable that leaves her tender lips.

“Of course I can.”

You smile at her. She returns a weak smile of her own and shuffles out her hand from underneath her blanket. You take the small, smooth palm into yours. It’s covered in sweat, in fact, there is sweat all over her pale body, except for the blush which increases noticeably. 

“But do you maybe want me to bring you something? I can get some more water. Remember, you need to drink a lot when you’re sick.”

“Thank you, but I think I drank enough already.”

“What about yogurt? We have vanilla or strawberry—something to eat will definitely help you feel better.”

Minju’s smile grows and she quickly averts her eyes. Her head is turned to the bright, baby blue wall of her room. You imagine her remembering how the two of you painted the dull gray in two afternoons because you got distracted on the first day. The paint on your clothes, the stupid laughter, as if you were children. But no one was looking, no one was judging, it was pure joy. 

“Thank you, but I don’t need yogurt. I-I just want you to stay here, with me.”

Minju’s voice is tiny. Her hand presses down on yours with all the strength in her weakened body. You warned her back at the lake that she would catch a cold if she stayed in the water for too long. She did not listen and you did not stop her. She just looked perfect, innocently splashing around in the water. Minju wasn’t as innocent an hour earlier, where she beat you in a one on one race across the lake. It was a strong reminder for you that her body isn’t only a gorgeous piece of art, but also quite agile and durable. In the end, it wasn’t able to fend up the cold though. Poor Minju.

“Aw, you’re so adorable, Minju. But what if I have to go to the toilet? You probably don’t want me kneeling her and peeing myself, hm?”

A frown on Minju’s face as she lets go of your hand.

“I will wait here, but please, hurry up.”

You hide your mouth behind a shy hand and chuckle. This girl melts your already molton heart again and again. You feel warm around her all the time, and now it’s even warmer. Warmth stronger than lava or the sun—it’s what they call love, you assume. 

“No, no, I’m kidding.”

Lean in and kiss her forehead. Piping hot skin on your dry lips. Minju gasps and squirms. Her hand reaches for your wrist, which she holds onto throughout your seconds on her temple—and then her lips. Eyes close, hearts race, breaths become more rapid. It’s a natural reaction, yet it feels so unnatural, surreal, absurd. What are the odds to find someone that makes you feel this way? 

No matter how small these odds are, the odds to have perfect synergy are exponentially lower, yet you try to defy even those odds. Usually, the two of you would get faster and deeper in your kisses, but with Minju’s current state, you keep it slow and lazy. Her heated face does not evoke the heated desire in you. You remain calm and cherish the feeling of her lips and only the feeling of her lips. 

You loosely entwine your fingers with hers and rest your elbow beside her head. This position is strange, however, no one would be able to pull you away from Minju. The touch of her lips is magnetic, to the point where you merge with her and lose your fragile grasp on reality. Where do you end and where does she start? You are one with her, so it doesn’t matter.

“Hm, I want something now.”

Minju’s hum into the kiss is like a faint, cold gust of wind at the beach. You're unable to ignore it, unable to not enjoy it, unable to not get light goosebumps. 

“What is it, my darling?”

“C-Can you come in a-and cuddle with m-me?”

Careful not to end the kiss, you open up the blanket and quickly sneak underneath it. Luckily, it’s big enough to trap the two of you under cozy, cotton goodness. This position is a lot more comfortable. You two can share a kiss and hold hands and feel the heat your bodies produce. 

Suddenly, Minju’s hand is on your chest. She struggles at first to grab the fabric or hem of your t-shirt, but when she succeeds, nothing separates the two of you. Her sweaty pajama leaves stains on your clothes, but of course you pull her into a tight hug. So she really wanted to cuddle. You’re all here for it, even if you might get sick too.

“Just like this.”

“Okay, Minmin.”

“Don’t let me go, please.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

You look into her face, deeply, to examine her expression. The fever seems to be fading, she is less tense and her muscles relax under your touch and gaze. Minju looks confused, but still smiles.

“Is there something on my face?”

You lean towards her ear.

“Minju, I love you.”

Your girlfriend sucks air through her nostrils as her body jumps. 

“I love you too.”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you~”

“I said—I love you too, pabo!”

You have a dream. The next day, Minju will do better. The day after that, she will be fully healthy again. Four weeks later, you will be sick and she will nurse you. All things will come full circle, again and again, until you marry her.

#kpop fluff #minju fluff #birthday fluff #girl group fluff #izone fluff #female idol fluff #minju best girl #kim minju

[crazychaoticizzy]

Late Night Birthdays

You call Jean late at night to help you make cookies, unbeknownst to him that you have something special planned.

WARNINGS: none, kinda suggestive

Word Count: 2.6k

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“Jean, do you wanna make cookies with me?”

He was just waking up, still trying to process that you had even called him. At this ungodly hour, no less.

“What?” He glanced at the clock on his bedside table, squinting at the unusually bright light. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes to make sure he was reading it right, he let out a breath. “Y/n, it’s almost midnight. Why are you still awake?”

“I had coffee and a Monster earlier,” you said. “That’s not important, though. Anyways, do you want to make cookies or not?”

He laid on his back, putting his phone on speaker and placing it next to his head on the pillow. “This couldn’t wait until a reasonable time?”

“I mean, it probably could have, but where’s the fun in that? Anyways, if you don’t I’ll just bring you some tomorrow.”

He loved the sound of your voice, it brought him a sense of comfort he hadn’t been able to find since his best friend died. Your voice was quiet and soft over the phone, and he couldn’t tell if you were trying to be kind to his half-asleep person by keeping quiet or if it was a sign you were tired as well, refusing to let sleep consume you.

The silence from his end left you worried, and you thought he had fallen back asleep.

“Jean? Did you fall back asleep? Sorry, it’s my fault for calling so late. I guess I’ll bring cookies by tomorrow-“

“No, I’m coming over. Wait for me, okay?”

He couldn’t see you, but he could envision the smile that overcame your face. The smile that always made butterflies fly around in his stomach.

He would never say your smile makes him feel like that, though. No, to him this is a completely normal, platonic thing.

“Okay, I will. See you in a little bit.”

You hung up, leaving Jean alone with his own thoughts for just a couple minutes before he hoisted himself off his bed and threw on a shirt, grabbing his keys on his way out of his apartment.

You didn’t live far from him, almost immediately around the corner, actually. If it were any other circumstance, he most likely would have walked to your apartment, but with it being late at night and cold outside, he decided to drive to your building.

You seemed to be waiting expectantly for him because just when he was about to put his key in your lock, the door opened. You grabbed his wrist and practically dragged him inside without letting him have a second thought. It wasn’t until you had pulled him in front of your island counter, still holding his hand, that he took note of your unusually excited demeanor.

He wasn’t listening as you explained what your plan was (or maybe you were explaining something else, he wasn’t sure), instead focusing on the way your eyes had a glint in them. The way they caught the light when you turned to look at him. The way your lips were curled into that smile he loved oh so much.

From what he saw on the table, the cookies you’re were wanting to make held a lot of sugar. You slid an open notebook in front of him, making him look down to read what was written.

“Diabetes?” he read. “That’s what you decided to call my favorite cookies?”

“Yes. Look at the ingredients. These cookies are basically straight sugar.”

As much as he loved the sound of your voice over the phone, hearing it in person was much better. He was able to clearly see the expressions you made while talking, the way your lips moved to pronounce syllables.

“Okay, start working. I’ll be right back,” you said. You shoved some bowls in front of him, retreating to your room for a few minutes.

He followed the recipe written in your handwriting, fighting to keep his eyes from shutting.

He didn’t notice when you emerged from your room with blankets and something else hidden. You were glad he hadn’t noticed you, so you began setting up your couch. You unfolded the blankets and carefully placed them around your small living room, continuing to remover the box from its plastic bag and opening it, placing it on the coffee table. You checked the time, seeing that you only had a couple minutes until midnight.

You clumsily grabbed a couple candles, making more noise than was necessary before sticking five into the small cake you had bought. You debated lighting them right now, deciding to do so while Jean was still distracted.

After that was done you turned on your TV, going to Spotify and playing the playlist you made for him. You turned the volume low, tossing the remote to the side and finally returning to the kitchen.

Apparently setting everything up took longer than you anticipated, because upon returning you saw that he had already begun scooping the dough onto a sheet pan you had laid out.

“You know, I expected you to make the cookies with me,” he said, giving you a blank glare.

You chuckled. “Sorry, I had to go do something and I didn’t think it’d take that long.”

Jean rolled his eyes. “Whatever. If you were anyone else I would’ve left already. You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

He had mumbled the last part, and you didn’t quite catch it. “What was that?”

“I said you look like shit. There’s something on your face.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you grabbed your phone from the counter to look at your reflection in the screen. “Where?” you asked after finding nothing.

Jean glanced at you, quietly admiring you looking at yourself in your phone’s reflection. “Right there.” His thumb brushed your cheek, spreading some of the cookie dough he had grabbed on it.

You let out a fake, exaggerated gasp at his action. “Jean, that’s so mean!” You swiped the dough off with your thumb, deciding to spread it back on his nose.

He moved before you knew what was happening, and you suddenly found yourself caged against the counter with more dough on your face.

“This feels like assault. Just because you’re taller and stronger than me doesn’t mean you get to do this,” you joked, wiping away a fake tear.

“It absolutely does.”

Your eyes were so pretty, so clear and bright. He swears he sometimes sees a future with you in them. A future where the both of you didn’t have to worry about anything, where you no longer worked at that shitty office job you hated so much. A future where you lived far enough away from the city to be away from the constant honking and police sirens. A future filled with stargazing and smiles and memories and baking his favorite cookies. A future with you, sitting backlit against the setting sun, your beautifully contagious smile adorning your lips and becoming a forever in his life. A future with a dog or cat, maybe even a child if you really felt like it.

He daydreamed about that a lot, probably more than he should have.

But he couldn’t help himself. Sometimes his mind just wandered to what you might look like on your wedding day, where he was (hopefully) the groom waiting for you at the end of the aisle.

Yes, he daydreamed about that constantly, but he never acted on it. He always quieted the thoughts, leaving them for a time when he was alone in his apartment.

Except he couldn’t help himself in that moment while staring into your eyes. He leaned forward and kissed your lips, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth.

You let out a strangled sound of surprise, moving your arms to wrap around his neck and return the kiss.

It wasn’t the first time the two of you had kissed. In fact, it was a regular occurrence. The two of you would do it when one of you felt particularly lonely, or simply for the fun of it sometimes. But it had been a while since you kissed like this, and the pressure against your lips felt nice.

The kiss left you breathless, and you found yourself chasing Jean’s lips when he pulled away. You pulled him into another hard kiss, quietly moaning when you felt his hand slip under your (his) hoodie and his knee find a resting place between your thighs. You let out a quiet gasp of his name when his hand groped your ass, and he removed his lips from yours to trail a few kisses along your jaw and neck.

He loved making you feel like this. Loved the soft breaths you let out—music to his ears. He loved feeling your soft skin beneath his lips, beneath his fingers. He was always so careful with you, because you’re one thing he can’t lose.

“Jean,” you said. He hummed against your skin, deciding to start sucking on the spot where your neck met your shoulder. “We have to put the cookies in the oven.”

“The cookies can wait.” He paused the kisses on your neck, moving so he was facing you directly.

“No, they can’t. Because—“

You’re cut off by his lips on yours again. You nearly succumbed to his touch, willing to let him do about anything to you, but you could see the microwave clock staring at you from your peripheral. It was 11:57. You had wanted to get the cookies baked and done before midnight, but that wasn’t looking like it was going to happen.

Oh well.

“Because what?” Jean broke the kiss momentarily to ask this, not letting you answer before he connected your lips in again.

It took every fiber of your being for you to pull away for just a moment. “Just put them in the oven.”

He let out a breath, finally breaking the kiss for more than a couple seconds and connecting your foreheads. His eyes were closed, basking in the moment, enjoying this moment of tranquility with you.

You watched as the microwave clock moved forward a minute, now making it 11:58. Two more minutes.

“Hurry up. Meet me at the couch when you’re done.”

You left one final peck on his lips, escaping from his arms and moving to sit on the floor between your coffee table and couch as he put the cookies in the oven.

The wax on the candles had dripped by now, slightly ruining the cake. You shrugged it off, knowing he wouldn’t care about it.

It was 11:59 now. You could feel his presence looming beside you, staring at the little set up in surprise.

You turned to look at him, beckoning him to sit next to you. “Hurry up,” you said. “It’s almost midnight.”

He gave you a nod, sitting down beside you with his legs crossed.

“Not yet. We have to wait just a little longer. A few more seconds, okay?”

He nodded again, admiring your side profile as you stared at your phone and waited for the time to change. When it finally did, you smiled, pushing your phone to the side and facing him.

You took his hand, pulling him toward you so you could leave a kiss on his cheek. “Happy Birthday, Jean.”

He was still surprised. In all honesty, he wasn’t even aware his birthday was so near. He briefly wondered if you had anything else planned for later in the day, but he pushed the thought away when he saw you reaching for the cake knife again.

He put his hand over yours. “You aren’t gonna sing?”

Your eyes slightly widened at the request, but you let go of the knife anyways and asked him again if he wanted you to. When he said yes, you took a deep breath and started quietly singing to him.

You weren’t good at singing, not by a long shot, but just the sound of your voice left him speechless, completely at your mercy. You were the sun in his sky, and if someone were to tell him that you single-handedly hung the moon from a string yourself, he would believe them.

When you finished he was staring at you, and you had to remind him to blow out the candles. He did so quickly, not even needing to think of a birthday wish because he already had everything he could ever want right in front of him, even if he wouldn’t admit that. Even if he knew that despite knowing he felt that way deep down, you didn’t share those feelings.

You reached for the knife again, asking him something about whether he wanted cake or to go to bed. He’s not entirely sure what you were asking, to be honest.

He stopped you from lifting the knife again, and when you turned to meet his gaze you saw that he was wistfully admiring you. His expression was so soft, his small smile crooked as he took in your beauty.

You loved when he looked like this, because more often than not he adorned a scowl, upset or frustrated at one thing or another. It was times like when he seemed at peace that you savored, because all you wanted was for him to constantly feel that way.

He knew in his heart at that moment that he liked, loved , you, and he took a leap. He leaned forward again, connecting your lips in a slower, more passionate kiss than earlier.

You had never kissed like this before, not even when the two of you were most vulnerable during those rare times when you needed release.

This kiss was different. It was hopeful, almost a spark. You felt a true, genuine connection in the kiss, and you were forced to actually acknowledge the feelings you had been harboring for him since a few years ago.

Somehow you ended up on the floor, his hands holding your wrists to keep you down. His grip around your hands was demanding, but still loose enough that you could escape and reject him if you so wanted.

When he pulled away he let out a sigh so full of feeling you felt yourself falling all over again.

“Y/n, I really like you.”

The words caught you off guard, and your eyes widened as you began fidgeting with your fingers with what limited movement you had.

“Really?” you asked.

He nodded, resting his forehead against yours. He pressed his body further into you, and you swore you could feel every ridge of his torso, every line on his chest.

“I do,” he said.

It wasn’t a grand gesture, it wasn’t a plethora of words, it wasn’t him spilling his heart out to you. It was simple, straight to the point. There was no exquisite metaphors or poetics, but it’s what you wanted. It’s exactly what you wanted to hear from him.

You never liked the poetics, it was always unrealistic for you. You’ve never met anyone that could string words together in a beautiful confession, and Jean was no different.

But that didn’t mean that his confession didn’t mean the world to you. It didn’t mean that his confession didn’t make your heart pound in your chest, that it didn’t make your thoughts go wild with future possibilities.

You wanted him as he was, friendly, ridiculous Jean. You didn’t want him to fake poetics just to win your heart, you wanted him to be who he truly was, the person he showed Sasha and Connie and Eren and everyone else. You wanted him.

And thats exactly what he gave you.

You smiled at him, letting out an amused breath. “I like you, too.”

“Really?”

You repeated his earlier words, adding more flirt to it, more of a comfortable feeling. “I do.”

And you kissed him again. A sweet, slow kiss that left your mind foggy and your heart racing.

This is so late. I promise one of these days I’ll actually post something on the characters birthday. But anyways

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEAN ILY

#izzy’s imagines ❀ #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x you #aot #aot imagines #aot fluff #jean aot #jean kirschtein fluff #jean kirstein #jean kirsten x reader #jean kirschtein imagine #jean kirschtein x you #jean kirschstein #birthday fluff #happy birthday jean 🥰

[wolfsbanesparks]

Hey y'all!

Today is Captain Marvel's birthday! It's also (in some continuities) Superman's birthday too! So I've written a little fic for the occasion!

Summary: Captain Marvel doesn't have a birthday so he turns to the people of Fawcett City for help in choosing one. This turns out to be more overwhelming a task than he anticipated.

#shazam #billy batson #dc captain marvel #superman #clark kent #my writing #birthday fluff #i really do love throwing these two together #also i love the old Fawcett comics where Cap wanted a birthday primarily to commit voter fraud #but the spirit of him asking Billy’s listeners for help was too cute to pass up

[clockwrkpendrxgon]

in celebration of alex’s birthday, here’s a fic i wrote a while ago after reading the book where henry surprises alex for his birthday….. at two in the morning 🤭💗

#red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #birthday fluff #idiots in love #henry fox mountchristen windsor #firstprince #rwrb #red white and royal blue movie #rwrb on prime #rwrb book #ao3fic #rwrb fic

[pretentiousgayguyidk]

Heyy can i request a sanzu x reader who doesn’t like their bday fluff where they sit on the balcony and smoke together in the middle of the night sorry if this is like rly specific😭

Perfect- honestly perfect. We love soft Sanzu here.

ANYWAYS IM BACK BITCHES!!!

Slamming the door behind him, tears streaking his face as he fumed. It was his birthday. The worst birthday he had ever had. To start off he still had work, unable to take leave due to the works urgency. The constant nagging and scolding of Takeomi along with his mother's... Lack of input was enough to tip him over the boiling point.

He threw his bag to the side and his phone across the room, it's constant buzzing irritating him more and more. "'Happy birthday' my ass. Nothing 'happy' about it." He grumbled, sniffling a little. Being apart of Bonten was nothing short of horrible, the only manageable thing there was his boyfriend, Sanzu Haruchiyo. Even then, Sanzu's drug addiction was hard to deal with, it was almost weekly he would come home to Sanzu half dead on the floor from overdosing on something.

"Baby? You alright?" Sanzu called out from somewhere deeper in the apartment. (Name) choked on a sob, wiping his face as he wobbled through the living room and into the kitchen. He splashed a handful of water on his face, cleaning off the tears only for more to come.

Sanzu took note of the bag and shattered phone. Who pissed him off? Shit isn't it his birthday? Is he mad at me for forgetting? Sanzu shivered at the thought of (Name) being that pissed at him. Sanzo approached his boyfriend carefully, watching as he smacked himself muttering nonsense. "(Name)... Baby what's wrong?" The younger jumped a little, spinning around to see his pink haired boyfriend.

Sanzu's hair was sticking every which-a-way, and his eyes were tired - like he had just woken up. He hummed a little before stepping closer, gently taking his boyfriend's hand into his. "Haru..." Sanzu hummed, tilting his head to the side. He was unusually docile, like a sleepy puppy. (Name) let out a tired sigh, hugging his boyfriend tightly. The drug addict tensed a little before reciprocating, gently running his fingers through the other's slightly dirty hair.

"Bad birthday?" Sanzu whispered. (Name) nodded, taking a deep uneven breath. He sighed, enjoying the scent of cologne, smoke, and detergent. Sanzu hummed quietly, blinking away his grogginess. "Come on... Let's go baby."

"What?" (Name) mumbled, glancing up at his boyfriend earning a soft, lazy smile. He didn't respond, silently guiding his boyfriend out to the balcony. (Name) gave him a confused look until he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

"Take your mind off it?" He asked, taking one out and offering it to the (h/c) haired man. (Name) gave him a loving smile, laughing a little as he accepts the cancer stick. Sanzu took his own and quickly lit it, turning to (Name) and pressing the burning tobacco against his unlit cigarette. Sanzu puffed out a bit of smoke as he pulled away, smiling at his lover who took a long drag.

They gazed down at the city, observing the blue, pink, and red lights. It was therapeutic... Watching the nights bustling activity from above. Seeing the night so alive with life, it felt fictional. Unreal. It was almost like a fever dream. "This is nice..."

"Yeah... It is." The pink haired man smiled mindlessly, taking another slow an sling drag of his cigarette and blowing it out slowly through his nose. The nicotine clouded the two's brains with a thin layer of fog, making them feel relaxed. (Name) sighed, smoke drifting from his lips as he rested his head on Sanzu's shoulder. He lazily intertwined their fingers, pressing his face into Sanzu's soft hoodie's fabric.

"I love moments like this... It's calming." (Name) mumbled, flicking some ash from his cigarette. Sanzu hummed absentmindedly in response, gazing up at the nights sky. It being Tokyo, almost none of the stars were visible, other than the north star which shown brightly compared to the opaque specks of white around it. The moon was golden in colour and thin streaky clouds glowing orange framed the skyline nicely.

"Oh! I also forgot, I got you something." Sanzu mumbled, taking one last puff of his cigarette before sniffing it out on the railing and running off inside. (Name) glanced back at the door curiously, finishing off his cigarette before following. He found Sanzu in their room, digging through the closet grumbling quiet curses as he searched.

Eventually, after almost half an hour of him searching through the house, he found the gift. It was a little stuffed (fav/animal) that he got (Name) for his last birthday, in the span of a year and an argument the little critter got ripped - and that's when (Name) noticed the little bruised pin pricks and tiny cuts all over Sandy's hands. (Name) smiled great fully, gently taking the little stuffed animal, noticing a tiny little stain near where the tear was.

"I felt bad..." Sandy mumbled, (name) laughed aloud and hugged his boyfriend.

"I love you, you idiot."

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