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spdrwdw · 7 months

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Pairing: 1042 Miguel X f!reader Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI) fluff, smut, food play (Is that a term?), Miguel has a weird kink ( it is still kinktober, after all), oral-m/f receiving, slight breeding kink, unprotected intercourse, no use of y/n Summary: Miguel seems to have a sweet tooth. Not only for the birthday cake you are making for Gabriella's birthday, but also for you. Word Count: 2018 A/N: Thank you to @phoenixflower468 who requested some earth 1042 Miguel content! I will continue working on my other requests. Thank you to those who submitted requests to help my writer's block! ALSO; if you'd like to be tagged for my future fics, please let me know! No translations at the end. I figured most of Miguel fic readers already know some of the Spanish pet names and phrases used by now, lmao Check out more of my work on my Masterlist

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Tomorrow was Gabriella’s birthday and you were scrambling getting the cake finished. It was already eleven at night and you were covered in flour and frosting. Or was it icing? You could never tell them apart. Anyway, you were decorating the cake when you heard footsteps coming down from the stairs.

You quickly paused what you were doing, trying to hear the footsteps. They were too heavy to be Gabriella’s. Miguel was coming downstairs to check on your progress.

“Miguel. Mi amor, I thought you were sleeping already,” You spoke softly as he made his way into the kitchen, taking a seat on the stool across from you.

“I miss you,” he pouted. God. He was too adorable. He was six foot nine of pure muscle and dad bod and yet he was the most adorable thing in the world. Besides Gabriella, of course.

“Lo siento, Miguel. I’m just trying to get this cake finished,” You apologized as you went back to work. Thankfully, those baking lessons you took back in college were finally paying off. The cake didn’t look half bad at all.

“Why are you making a cake rather than just buying one?” He asked as he took a bit of leftover frosting..or was it icing..and licked it from his finger. You couldn’t help but to bite your lip at the sight. The simplest things this man did made you go feral. It just wasn’t fair.

He noticed your expression and smirked. Oh, he was such a bastard!

“What?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

He simply contained the smirk on his face and grabbed more of the frosting onto his finger and opened his mouth, tongue sticking out slightly before slipping his finger in, letting out a moan.

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to keep your composure.

“I still need that, you know?”

Miguel chuckled and shrugged. “You know how I get around sweets, querida. I have such a sweet tooth.”

You simply gave him a look before grabbing your things and went back to decorating the cake.

“Yes well, that sweet tooth of yours is going to have to hold off until tomorrow, Miguel. I can’t have you messing this up,” you grumbled, trying to concentrate on your work. You were almost done.

As you tried to concentrate on drawing up some flowers, you could feel Miguel’s strong arms wrapping around your waist, his chin resting against your shoulder as he watched you work.

“You’re doing amazing,” he complimented, placing a kiss on your cheek. You knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to get you distracted.

“Thank you, mi amor,” you hummed, trying to not let him get to you. At least, not until you were finished with Gabri’s cake.

Surprisingly, he was actually behaving, watching you in admiration as you finished up the cake for your daughter.

“Looks perfect,” he hummed as you nodded your head in approval, marveling at your work.

“It does, doesn’t it?” You smiled, glancing over at him before pecking his cheek.

“Mind putting it in the fridge while I clean up?”

Miguel nodded his head and did as he was told before an idea popped into his head and he glanced over at you.

“Take the frosting upstairs with you,” he said, causing you to raise a brow.

“What? Why?” You asked as you continued to clean the kitchen island.

“I want to try something,” he stated.

“Try what?” You pressed, curious as to why Miguel wanted to take the leftover frosting upstairs.

“Just..I’ll show you when we get up there. Come on, mi vida. It’s getting late.”

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“What on earth? Miguel!” You gasped as you now laid completely naked in bed, with your hands tied above your head. It was to prevent you from stopping Miguel and his shenanigans.

Miguel shushed you as he squirted some frosting out of the piping bag and onto the bottom of your navel, leading a trail all the way down to your pubic bone.

“I told you I had a sweet tooth, mi vida,” he chuckled before he began licking the frosting off of you.

Your body twitched a bit and you tried to fight back a moan. You had to keep quiet. You didn’t want Gabriella to wake up.

“And you thought this would be a good way to ease your sweet tooth?” You questioned as Miguel began to coat your breasts with the frosting before taking a breast into his mouth, licking and sucking off the sweetness, swirling his tongue around your nipple and tugging at it before doing the same with the other breast. You couldn’t conceal your moans any longer.

“M-Miguel..please..” you breathed.

“Hmm? Please what?” Miguel asked, a smirk on his lips.

“You’re making me all sticky,” you pouted.

“Don’t worry, I’ll wash it off of you later,” he continued to smirk before taking hold of your chin and ordered you to open your mouth. You did as he said, and he squeezed some frosting into your mouth, keeping it along your tongue before he kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth to catch the sweetness.

“Mmm, tastes so much better coming from the pretty mouth of yours,” he moaned, licking his lips.

“Alright well, don’t be greedy. Let me in on some of that, too,” you stated.

Miguel chuckled and freed your hands before he began to take off his own clothes. Geez, how did you get so lucky to have a man like him as your husband and father of your child?

Miguel then laid down on the bed as you straddled his waist and saw him open his mouth, tongue hanging out as he waited for you to squirt some frosting onto his tongue. You did just that, shaking your head before leaning down and kissed him hard, all teeth and tongue as you tasted the sweetness in his mouth.

In no time at all, you were both sticky and smelling sweet. The piping bag was now discarded somewhere on the bed, and you were now sitting on his face. Honestly, it was the best seat in the house, if you had anything to say about it.

Miguel was eating you out as if your pussy was the sweetest thing on earth. Tongue slobbering over your folds, teeth nipping at your clit, and long fingers curled into you, hitting you at just the right spot, making you see stars. You couldn’t help but to grind against his face. Miguel could take it, though. He was sturdy.

You tried to cover your mouth to muffle your moans, your other hand stroking his meaty cock. You could feel the veins twitching as your wedding band rubbed against them. Leaning over, you finally took him into your mouth, slowly, of course. You could feel his moan vibrating through you as he continued to eat your pussy, causing you to moan out around his cock in response. After taking in as much of Miguel’s cock as you could, you began bobbing your head, the tip hitting the back of your throat every time.

It wasn’t long until you felt him twitching in your mouth, and you doubled down on your efforts, pumping him with one hand, and gripping his balls with the other as you continued bobbing your head.

You felt his tongue assaulting your pussy, running through your bundle of nerves while his fingers curled up and rubbed against that spot that made you see stars.

In no time at all, you were orgasming into each other’s mouths, and you didn’t dare to waste a single drop of him.

Before you could even blink, Miguel picked you up and flipped you over, pinning you down onto the bed, lining himself between you and rammed his cock into your soaked pussy.

“Oh! Miguel!” You gasped as he pounded into you. The wet, sticky sounds of skin hitting against skin bounced off the walls, filled with the harmony of yours’ and Miguel’s moans.

“You feel so good, mi amor. So fucking good,” Miguel groaned through gritted teeth.

“Kinda makes me wanna put another baby in you. Think that’d be okay?” He grunted. The thought of filling you up and getting you pregnant with another baby made his cock twitch inside of you.

Eh, the conversation of having another child did come up every now and then, and..yeah, why not? Gabriella deserved a sibling.

“M-Miguel..” You breathed, your mind going fuzzy as you tilted your head back against the pillows.

“Qué pasa, amor?” He cooed once he leaned over and pecked you on the cheek, his pace still brutal. You were so close to your orgasm, you gritted your teeth.

“Can’t handle my cock? Hmm? Is my pretty wife gonna cum?” He continued to coo, pivoting his hips against you in a more snapping manner.

“Cum over my cock, mi amor.”

And you did. Because when he commands you to do something such as this, you do it, gladly.

“That’a girl,” Miguel groaned, his thrusts getting sloppy as he reached his limit and came, coating your walls with his seed, filling you up just how you loved it.

Once he was finished, Miguel slowly pulled out of you and laid on top of you, however, didn’t put all his weight on you cuz, the man is huge.

Miguel rested his head over your shoulder as you both caught your breath. Your arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer before kissing his cheek. You just loved him so much. He was a great husband, and a wonderful father. The best person you could ever imagine having as your life partner.

“You alright?” He then asked, a cheeky smile on his face as he gently rubbed your back.

“I’m fine, Miguel,” You giggled softly before kissing him sweetly just as you heard something coming from the hallway. Your eyes suddenly went wide.

Gabriella.

The bedroom door opened as you both scrambled to get your naked bodies under the covers.

Gabriella slowly stepped in, rubbing her sleepy little eyes as she held her stuffed bunny in one hand.

“Mamá? Papá?” She muttered.

“¿Qué pasa, mija?” Miguel asked softly as Gabriella stepped further inside.

“I can’t sleep,” she said, looking up at the both of you.

“Oh, Gabri. Do you want to sleep here with us?” You asked her, and she quickly nodded her head.

“Okay, go grab your blankie and your pillow.”

She then smiled and nodded her head before walking out of the room, and you and Miguel both bolted to the dresser and closet to grab some clothes and a quick change of sheets.

As you fixed up the bed, Miguel as in the bathroom getting himself cleaned up, and then you stepped into the bathroom to do the same just as Gabriella came back in, holding her bunny, blankie and pillow. She climbed onto the clean bed just as you both made your way back out of the bathroom. Miguel closed the door and turned off the lights and joined you two, wrapping his arms around Gabriella.

“Feel better, mija?” You asked with a smile and Gabriella nodded her head, grinning.

“Yeah! I kept hearing these weird sounds and I couldn’t sleep,” she said, causing you and Miguel to look at each other with slight embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, Gabri. Hopefully you won’t hear them again,” you told her, gently stroking her hair as she snuggled up against you. You noticed Miguel pouting over at you, to which you rolled your eyes and smirked at him.

“Let’s get some sleep. It’s your big day tomorrow,” you reminded her, kissing her cheeks as she giggled, nodding her head.

“Good night, ladies,” Miguel said, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you and Gabriella closer to him, having your daughter sandwiched in the middle; which she loved.

“Night night, papà,” Gabriella giggled.

“Goodnight, Miguel,” you smiled over at him and leaned over to give him a goodnight kiss, still being able to taste the frosting on his lips.

Perhaps you had a bit of a sweet tooth as well.

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l0veu-somuch · 19 days

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nct dream pretending they forgot about your birthday ... 💝🍰

mark's flight wasn't supposed to come in until the morning after your special day and you weren't about to be a bitchy partner who whined and demanded him to meet your wants without consideration for him as well, so you had stayed silent about it and simply got yourself a cupcake with a lit candle that you blew out on your own. yet that hooded figure sitting in the lobby of your building looks awfully familiar... and the way he was holding a handful of balloons and his typical catty smile as he threw his arms around you and whispered "happy birthday" to your ear was undeniably the love of your life.

renjun had texted you that morning like it was any other day, letting you know he'd be over to pick you up in an hour or so since you had made plans for you to go shopping. you even did your hair and dressed up a bit differently just so it would be even the slightest bit obvious that today was not like any other day yet he'd barely spared a glance at any of it. only when you were ambling back to your place that he pulled a bouquet of flowers from behind him and your front door swinging open with a cacophony of bright cheers from inside that you realise he'd gathered all of your family and friends for your surprise celebration.

it felt too much like any other night when you and jeno would tuck in on the sofa for a horror movie marathon and stuff your face with popcorn he accidentally bought 3 boxes of. you were beginning to doze off having had a long work day and jeno’s warm body wrapped around yours, so you were slightly gruntled when he excused himself to the bathroom and jolting you awake once again. you thought nothing of it, perhaps ruminating over what you had had a feeling you were forgetting about, when you heard singsongy whispering from behind you. you turned to see jeno with a cake that seemingly emerged from nowhere, decorated with candles and lovely loopy lettering on the top that spelled his love for you. you blew the candles out just as the clock struck midnight and you shared a sweet kiss to welcome your new age.

haechan watched as you ran around with his siblings on the grassy park, catching a cacophony from the cute puppies that were on a walk with their owners. the blaring summer sun beat you out and you trudged over to where you'd set your blanket down, gulping down refreshments from the water bottles he'd packed as he dabbed on the sweat droplets on your forehead. you closed your eyes for a moment, buzzing under the gentle touches from your boyfriend when a shrill kidlike scream shaked you from your doze. you pushed yourself up on your elbows to see his youngest sibling manage to balance the huge white frosting cake on his wobbly arms, while his other siblings trailed behind him with balloons and party poppers. "happy birthday, sunshine," he whispered to you, gently kissing your forehead, sweet smile stretching his and your lips.

you were only wrapping your shift up at the animal shelter, evidence of your failed attempt to scraggle a day off so you could properly celebrate your birthday for the first time in a while after becoming a full fledged independent adult human. in all honesty you'd fully given up on even treating yourself to a nice meal and all you wanted now was to crawl into bed and maybe give a video call to your parents before dozing off. just as you'd pulled the key from the lock and secured the notch to safely guard the animals inside for the night you heard a rather familiar cough from behind you. jaemin looked somewhat silly with the balloon wrapped around his wrist against the quiet nighttime empty road backdrop, but it all didn't matter when you spotted the takeout bags and cake box on his other arm, as well as the way he pulled you into his free side to press the birthday kiss you wanted so badly to your full cheeks and grinning lips.

you woke up without chenle next to you on the bed, which made you slightly pissy like a scraggly cat because you'd been counting on some birthday kisses from the love of your life since the second your eyes opened. you stayed swaddled up in your blankets for a while, replying to messages sent from your family and friends before you walked out of your room, only to be greeted by a trail of roses leading to a grand bouquet atop your dining table and a breakfast spread with a whole cake, and chenle and daegal leaning against the counter as soft piano instrumental played in the room.

it was just your luck that your final exams ran up until your birthday with a sit in landing even right on your special day. jisung had played the ultimate green flag boyfriend role by guiding and accompanying you all while you were studying, refilling your water bottle and helping you untangle your laptop charging cord when your fingers started to tremble from gripping the pen too tightly. by the time the hour rolled and you handed in your answer sheet your mind was blank and you desperately needed to be tucked into your blankets preferably with jisung by your side. as you slugged out of the room you were met with jisung holding a small buttercream cake with a few lit candles, and a gentle smile stretching his lips. his hands held onto the cake as if it were the most precious thing in the world, and his eyes blinked at you like he was looking at the most beautiful thing in the universe.

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myysaints · 7 months

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sugardaddy fernando alonso with a controversial age gap 👀🥲

°˖ ⊹ ꒰ FA14 ꒱ PAPER RINGS ─ FERNANDO ALONSO

FERNANDO ALONSO x f!sugar baby!reader

⌗︙・ summary — you and fernando soft launch your relationship

genre — fluff, socmed au, fc: bbyambi on ig

notes — hi guysss sorry for being mia! i'm back and have a ton of fics in queue, so get ready :) i had a ton of fun writing this, just some lighthearted fluff of nando showing off his girl. hope you enjoy! apologies for the google translated spanish, i tried my best :,)

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user1 SOFT LAUNCH HELLOOOOO?????

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user5 lmfao how did you even get to that conclusion user4 i mean fernando soft launched his gf yesterday user6 lol why do i see it.. and the girl in his pic is wearing a similar dress to y/n…. user7 yall r insane jajaja

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user1 WHO ELSE CAME HERE AFTER FERNANDOS STORY

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wintabite · 22 days

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celebrating jay

GENRE! fluff

NOTES! gn!reader, reader and jay live in an apartment together, wc: 506

SYNOPSIS! after a long day of work, jay just wants to come home to his partner and enjoy his special day

as you added the finishing touches on the cake you had just spent hours on baking and decorating, you heard the door of the apartment open. excitedly, you ran towards your boyfriend who had finally came home, he immediately opened his arms for you, which you gladly found your way into, burying your face into his chest. it was dim, the only light coming from the kitchen, and the atmosphere was so cozy and welcoming, just what jay needed after a long day of work.

"it smells sweet" he broke the silence after a few seconds. the moment jay had entered, the sweet smell of a fresh baked cake and vanilla frosting was the first thing he noticed.

"wanna find out why?" you looked up at him as you spoke. ever since you two started dating, there has been a birthday ritual of baking and decorating homemade cakes for each other. seems pretty normal, but it was always something you and him looked forward to. he smiled and nodded, taking off his shoes, then following you into the kitchen. on the counter stood a little blue gift and a white cake decorated with light blue flowers. the smile which was already on his face grew even more, his eyes twinkling with admiration for your improved baking skill.

"open your gift!" you said excitedly. you had been waiting for this moment all week, and finally it was here. you couldn't wait to see his reaction to what you got him. he did as you told him, and his eyes widened when he took it out of the bag.

"oh, yn, it's beautiful.." he whispered, causing you to grin brightly. he took out a custom made diamond necklace which had both of your initials on it. it looked expensive, but shined under the light of the kitchen.

"there's something else too!" you let him know as he put the necklace on.

"oh?" he put his hand back in the bag and took out the other item, it was a little bottle of a perfume he's had his eye on for a while. he placed the item on the counter and pulled you into a hug again out of appreciation. "you know me so well"

"i also know you're tired, so i made dinner and set up a movie for us, then we can have the cake after" you replied. you had been planning this for quite a while, wanting it to be just right, because you knew you two would go out on the weekend to celebrate a bit better, like always.

"i'm gonna marry you some day.." he whispered as you two made your way to the living room, you carrying the cake. his favourite, curry, was set on the coffee table as a random movie you thought looked cool was set up on the tv, needing to be unpaused.

the rest of the night was spent, cuddling, laughing talking, and eating. it was so comfortable and loving, just the right way to end the day. <3

a/n: happy jay day! i dyed my hair today

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen jay #park jongseong #jay x reader #jongseong x reader

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nochukoo97 · 8 months

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boyfriend drabbles (pt.26)

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: the one where you surprise jungkook on his birthday

word count: 1.2k+

taglist!: @imlyfie @jksgirlhere

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You carefully sneak out of Jungkook’s hold, making sure to tiptoe your way out of the room as Bam follows you behind.

It was Jungkook’s birthday and you had secretly stayed up late last night to bake him a cake, as well as bring out the gifts you had bought that were hidden in the store room.

You delicately placed the small cake onto a plate, sticking a candle in and lighting it as you lift it, walking back towards the bedroom.

Jungkook was still snoring away in bed, his hair ruffled and lips pouting unconsciously. Placing the cake on the bedside table, you make your way to wake your boyfriend up.

“Baby, wake up,” You pat his shoulders as Jungkook groans, arms stretching out as he smiles with his eyes closed.

He reaches out his hands blindly to find your face, before pulling you down to kiss him.

“Happy birthday Kook,” You giggle between the pecks he places all over your face.

“Thank you Jagi,” He chuckles, eyes slowly opening to meet yours as he brushes a hair away from your face, mumbling, “Pretty girl,”

“Okay, sit up! I have a surprise,” You attempt to pull him up by his arms, as Jungkook follows your orders.

You bring out the cake on your bedside table, as Jungkook’s face lights up at the surprise.

“Baby, did you make this yourself?” He looks at the cake decorated with frosting and sprinkles, amazed by the frosting being piped so intricately around the cake.

“Yeah, did it last night when you fell asleep,” You giggle as you watch your boyfriend’s jaw drop, his eyes not leaving the cake as he quite literally analyses the cake.

“You’re insane, it looks like a professional made it, baby,” He wows further, complimenting your newly learnt skill, you learnt how to pipe the frosting through watching a youtube video.

You’re bashful at his compliments, as he smiles at you again, leaning in to peck your lips once more, “It’s been less than ten minutes since I woke up and I’ve already gotten the best birthday surprise ever” He fondly ruffles your hair, making you giggle as you gesture towards the lit candle.

“Okay, now make a wish and blow out your candles,” He closes his eyes, takes a longer time than one should take to say out his wish, then opens them again to blow out the flame, the room turning slightly darker than before now.

“Geez, you took so long to make a wish,” You tease him, as he only looks at you with an amused smile.

“Want to know my wish? It was about you,” He muses, the smile on his face making your heart beat even faster.

“No! You can’t tell me your wish or it won’t come true Kook,” You shove your hand to cover his mouth as he almost begins to blurt the entire thing out.

Jungkook only laughs behind your hand as he darts his tongue out to touch your palm, making you squeal and retract your hand, sending your boyfriend a warning glare.

“Wait here,” You instruct Jungkook, who’s pouting at the current situation at hand.

“Can’t believe you’re kicking me out of the house on my birthday,” He grumbles, taking a seat on the bench placed outside of your apartment door.

“Can’t let you see my surprise Kook, give me like twenty minutes, I promise you’ll love it,” You giggle, ruffling his hair as he sulks.

“Bye~” You teasingly send him a wave with a huge grin as you shut the door, Jungkook looks up from his phone to smile and roll his eyes playfully at you, chuckling at your antics.

You take longer than 20 minutes though, Jungkook can hear you from behind the door, clanking and cluttering cutlery and dishes, as he smiles to himself.

From inside, you set up candles, a bouquet of flowers in a vase, and fancy plates and wine glasses on the table. The lights in the dining room are dimmed, only the many candles on the table lighting up the room.

On the plates you intricately plated the pasta, with another bowl of soup on each side. You quickly snap a picture of the table as you let out a satisfied hum.

You instruct Bam to sit patiently next to the table, he has a bowtie wrapped around his collar, the dog sitting obediently, as if he was just as prepared for this surprise.

Jungkook whips his head up when he hears the door to the apartment open again, this time he can only spot your head popping out of the small gap.

“Okay, you can come in now,” You tell him, as he quickly stands up, excited to see what you have prepared.

However, he’s only to be met with the door slammed in his face once again, as he stands there dumbfounded, only hearing you tell him that you’ve forgotten one last thing.

You open the door again after a minute, this time Jungkook can hear soft music playing in the background, as you sheepishly smile at him, “Sorry, I forgot to turn on the music,”

He laughs at that, as you open the door fully to reveal the fancy surprise that you’ve prepared. Jungkook gapes at how intricate every detail was, from the flowers placed in the vase, to the pasta plated delicately on the plates, the wine bottle situated on the table wrapped with a ribbon.

And Jungkook can’t help but laugh as he spots his dog, sitting next to the table all dressed up, tail thumping against the floor as he obediently sits.

“Bam! What are you doing there,” The dog can’t help but run up to Jungkook, pouncing on him as he barks back.

“Hey, you were suppose to stay there and be our waiter,” You laugh with Jungkook, petting the dogs head as you lead your boyfriend to sit.

“Lady’s first,” He dramatically drags out the dining table chair, bowing at you as you giggle, taking a seat.

“Oh wait, we are missing one thing,” He quickly fumbles into the bedroom, grabbing something.

You frown slightly, what on earth could you be missing now? You’re quite sure everything has been set out.

When Jungkook emerges with his light projector, you can only groan.

“What! It adds a nice touch to our dinner!” He raises his hands in defense, smiling at your exasperated state.

“Fine, only because it’s your birthday,” You smile fondly as you watch him turn on the projector, the small lights filling up the walls of the room.

“Thank you Jagi,” He pecks your lips, before sitting across from you at the table.

“This is so fucking good,” Jungkook groans as he shoved another mouthload of pasta into his mouth, “How are you so good at this?”

“It’s quite simple, doesn’t require a lot of skill,” You explain, and it was true, you had simply looked up a recipe online and followed the steps.

“No, baby this is like, another level I swear-“ He lets out an obscene moan, as he chews on more of the pasta.

You only laugh at him, smacking his hand gently as he continues to devour the food.

“You’re acting like I’m some masterchef Kook, it’s just pasta,” You giggle at him, his plate empty already.

“Something about your cooking just, shit-“ He dramatically sinks into his chair, making you chuckle even more.

“You’re something else, you know?” You use your foot to nudge at his leg, making him smile back at you.

“Love you so much,” He sits up, taking your hand to kiss the back of it.

You smile back at him, “Love you too, happy birthday Kook,”

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tetheredfeathers · 1 month

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A little something I wrote inspired by this line.

Never having been in love, this is going to be a real trick. I think of my parents, the way my father never failed to bring her gifts from the woods.

She always brought him something from the woods.

The first time she brought him a single dandelion.

It had been a long winter, and the sun had only begun to peek through the cold shadows. It had been a good hunt today, with 2 rabbits and a squirrel shot right through the eyes. Her short dark hair tickled her neck as she practically skipped back home.

That's when she saw it – the first spring flower, a lone dandelion lurking between the wet shadows. She scurried towards it and quickly plucked it, almost afraid it would run away if she wasn't fast enough.

"Peetaaa," her voice rang through the house as she peeled off her shoes and hung her father's hunting jacket on the hooks Peeta had installed for her.

"In here," Peeta called from the kitchen.

She found him all serious, wrinkle between his eyebrows as he kneaded some dough. She skirted towards him wanting kiss the lines between his eyes.

"Hi, bread boy," she whispered sweetly before kissing the frosting off his lips.

"Hi," he said in between kisses

"Mhm, vanilla." Katniss breathed licking his lips.

"Here, try this," he said, spreading a thick layer of icing on a cinnamon roll and handing it her.

"Mhmm, so good. Thank you baby," she said between huge mouthfuls.

"I got you something from town today," Peeta sang, reaching into his pockets.

"Show me, show me," Katniss almost begged.

"You know Thom's little sister, Darlene," she nodded. "Yeah, well, she was really happy with her birthday cake and wanted to give me something in return."

He pulled out a long strip of transparent lace.

Katniss' face broke into a huge smile. "A ribbon? What does she think you're 12 to go around wearing ribbons?" she teased.

"Be nice, Katniss, she's only five. I doubt she knows how to gift a grown man," Peeta said.

"You do know she has a crush on you, right?" Katniss said, grabbing another cinnamon roll, stuffing her mouth once again.

"Who doesn't?" Peeta sassed, swaying his hips.

"I don't," Katniss rolled her eyes.

"Oh really?" he eyed her mischievously before grabbing her arms, leaving all but an inch between their sugary lips. "I wouldn't be too sure about that."

She shuddered involuntarily. Even after a year of being with him, just being near him made her weak in the knees. His warm hands slid down her arms before gently turning her around so that her back faced him. Slowly, he brought his hands up to her hair, bunching half her hair into a ponytail and tying the flimsy lace into a bow.

She turned around, beaming in his arms, peering into those blue eyes.

"Wow, birdie, look at yourself."

She blushed bright red before pulling out her dandelion from underneath the table.

"For you," she said shyly, holding it right under his face.

"Thank you, birdie," he said, delicately taking it from her hands as if it would slip from his grasp like water.

Her blush deepened. She loved it when he called her that. It reminded her of her father, that he was still a part of her, and just like him, she still sang wild and free. A bird that's what she was.

"You're my dandelion in the spring, you know that, right?" she whispered.

"I know," he whispered back, burying her mouth in long, warm kiss.

After that, she brought him something every day. Sometimes it would be tufts of dill or rye. Other times, she would bring him shiny stones that reminded her of the color of his eyes. Sometimes a feather or a leaf, but mostly she brought him flowers. She brought him wild onions because it reminded her of the day she broke her heart. She brought him daisies because they were as pure and white like his soul. She brought him sunflowers because he was her sun and followed him everywhere he went.

He kept a whole shelf dedicated to her gifts and pressed the flowers inside his notebook. It helped remind him that all was not lost on the more difficult days when she could not get out of bed or talk to him.

And on the night they conceived their first child, she whispered into his arms.

"I'm going to call her Dandelion."

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shadowdaddies · 30 days

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Celebration

Elain x Reader fluff/smut

Summary: you try to bake a cake for Elain for her birthday, but there's something else she'd rather eat

warnings: smut-ish, frosting in places it shouldn't be

Your upper arm burned as you whisked the frosting, much thicker than you knew it should be when the oven dinged behind you, making you jump in surprise.

You turned to see the cakes slightly browner than you would have liked, sighing as you pulled them from the oven to cool on the stove. Tossing the warm oven mitts to the side, you refocused your attention to the pink and orange “frostings” - if you could even call them that - feeling defeated in your efforts.

Elain was always attentive, making everyone else’s birthdays special with her exquisite cakes, and all you wanted to do for your girlfriend was let her relax on her own day while you made the cake.

It was an ambitious task, baking and decorating her birthday cake when you had never so much as baked one before, but you stupidly refused Feyre’s offer to help decorate, insisting that you wanted this to be a gesture from you alone.

Now, you stared down at the globs of frosting in their bowls, realization hitting that the sunset with flowers you’d planned to decorate the cake with would not be coming to life. Elbows resting against the cool marble of the kitchen island, you buried your head in your hands while you wondered how your beautiful girlfriend made baking seem so easy and graceful.

As if on cue, Elain padded into the kitchen on soft footsteps, her presence a glowing warmth as arms wound around your waist. Brown eyes glimmered with joy and amusement as she took in the scene before her, the colors of frosting and cooling cake and your half-baked plans to impress her.

“This looks wonderful,” she gushed, finger dipping in the orange frosting before lifting it to her lips. She sucked in the sugar with a moan, eyes fluttering slightly as you tracked her every movement with increasing interest.

Her full lips wrapped around the digit, puckering as she sucked the sugar from her skin. Your breaths grew short, arousal pooling in your core while you watched. “It’s nowhere near done,” you admitted, drawn from your daze to look at the mess you had made upon the counter.

“And it won’t be anywhere near as beautiful as what you decorate,” you sighed, eyes downcast to avoid her own as defeat sank in.

Elain’s lips spread into a Cheshire grin, mischief aglow in her doe eyes as she effortlessly scooped pink frosting into a piping bag. A shock rolled through you at the feeling of her warm body against yours, caging you in against the cool counter.

“But I see something much more beautiful than anything I’ve decorated,” Elain breathed, eyes raking over your body. The nightgown you donned suddenly felt see-through under her assessing stare. “And something I’d much rather eat than cake.”

Her hand slipped underneath your slip, fingertips cool against the warmth of your upper thighs. “Up on the counter, flower,” she purred, tugging her bottom lip between white teeth.

You leapt backward onto the marble, gasping at the sensation on your flushed skin, slick growing between your legs. You watched, hypnotized, as Elain flipped up your skirt, exposing your core to the room.

“Beautiful,” she murmured, one hand holding the piping bag as the other drifted towards your center, delicate fingertips grazing your core.

“Lay back,” she smiled, nodding in approval when you obeyed her direction. Hands slid up your waist, pushing the fabric of your gown over your chest to bare you to the room. “Good girl, now stay still.”

You gasped, squirming underneath as you felt the cool piping bag pour frosting over your stomach, down lower and lower until it hovered just above where you craved her most.

Elain set down the piping bag, hands spreading your legs as you looked to her with admiration before glancing at your bare skin. There, she had written “I love you” in the frosting more beautifully than you could have achieved on the cake.

As her warm tongue flattened against your lower abdomen, you moaned out what weak warning you could manage. “Elain, if you start, I will take you upstairs and we won’t leave the bed today.”

A small laugh left her lips, the sound like bells echoing on a sunny afternoon. “Perfect,” she mumbled against the heated flesh, working her way towards your swollen breasts.

Her tongue flicked out over your nipple, your desire overwhelming any sense and you pulled the stunning woman over you, legs wrapping around her waist as you dipped your finger in another bowl of icing. Dragging the purple hue down her chest, your hand drifted down to her soaked core.

Reveling in the gasp that escaped her at your touch, you smirked before bringing the sugar-coated arousal to your lips and sucking. “Allow me to celebrate you as long as you like, then.”

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satansamwriting · 7 months

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Would write headcannons on how Smoke, Kuai Liang and Bihan would treat you on their anniversary with g/n reader?

MK1 HC, How they are on their birthday with GN!reader

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Hiya anon, I know you only asked for how the boys would treat you on their birthday but I thought it'd be fun to see how they would also treat you on your birthday.

This is a short headcanon.

I hope I did your prompt justice!

Characters : Smoke, Kuai Liang, Bi-Han

Disclaimer : Enlgish ain't my native language. Mistakes might be found in this. I apologies for them, I'm trying my best.

Enjoy!

Smoke's birthday

Wouldn’t notice what day it is

Goes about his day as usual meaning he’d mostly be patrolling around and training.

He’d be confused for a second when you wished him happy birthday.

Has to look on a calendar to confirm what day it is.

He’d jokingly complain about being a year older.

If you ask him what he wants to do on his birthday, he would just shrug.

The Lin Kuei never did anything for birthdays so Tomas doesn’t expect anything.

“Your presence is a gift in and of itself, I don’t need anything else.”

0o0o0o0o0o0o

(Y/n) would have none of it. Even if Tomas had affirmed them that he was fine with not having anything on his special day, that didn’t sit right with them. After a hard training, (Y/n) searched for the one person who knew Smoke better than them.

“You're going to help me bake a cake.” They said to Scorpion once they found him meditating somewhere within the temple.

Surprisingly, the man agreed.

Hours later, Smoke entered his room only to find the two of them waiting for him. A small cake laid on the table in between. Touched by the gesture, Smoke would smile, thanking whoever was up there for having met you.

0o0o0o0o

Your birthday

Although this man didn’t care about his own birthday, it's the complete opposite with yours.

He remembers the date for a start.

He wouldn’t do something extravagant since again, the Lin Kuei usually didn’t do anything for birthdays.

However, you can expect to find flowers inside your room.

It's not much, but the gesture still makes you smile.

0o0o0o0o0o

Finished with training for the day, they walked back to their own room for a well earned shower. Upon entering the dark lit room, (Y/n) was surprised when the light opened by themselves. There in the middle of their room were Smoke and Scorpion. Tomas was holding a plate with sweet bread on it, candles placed on top.

“Sorry, that’s all we could get.” Smoke said sheepishly.

Blowing out the candles, they smiled at the two boys.

“It's perfect.”

0o0o0o0o

Kuai Liang's birthday

Much like smoke, this man doesn’t realise what day it is

Except, some of the other soldiers in the Lin Kuei would wish him a happy birthday.

One of them being you.

Give him a kiss and he’d melt all the snow around.

Saying something along the lines of you being the only gifts he needs.

Sadly, much like Tomas, this man focuses more on his duties for the clan than anything else. Even when it's his special day.

What he doesn’t know is that you and Smoke had made something for him.

0o0o0o0o0o0o

“Happy Birthday.” (Y/n) exclaimed in between chuckles.

Kuai Liang was surprised to see (Y/n) waiting for him by his bedroom door. It was rather late into the night. Wondering why they were there, the pyromancer found himself being lead by the hand somewhere else.

Arriving at one of Scorpion’s favourite places within the temple, (Y/n) smirked. Stepping slightly to the side, they tried their best to look innocent. Suspicious about something, Kuai failed to notice the smoke pooling at his feet. In a blink of an eye, sweet frosting was smeared on his face. Scorpion glared daggers at Smoke, who had finished materialising.

Scorpion eyed them both before taking some of the frosting with his fingers. Despite the best effort to look menacing, Kuai Liang was smiling.

“You better start running.”

Your birthday

“I just want to mention, it was their idea.” Tomas said before evaporating into a puff of smoke.

0o0o0o0o0o

The moment you leave your room, two warm arms wrapped around your waist.

Wishing you a happy birthday, Kuai Liang would sadly have to leave you in order to complete his duty around the temple.

Just like Smoke, this man would give you flowers.

I mean, the Lin Kuei temple is pretty isolated so there’s not much in terms of gifts.

Bi-han would silently judge his brother for caring about such a thing.

Watch out, Kuai Liang remembers what you’ve done on his birthday.

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“Happy birthday!”

Finding a note inside their room asking them to meet in one of the Lin Kuei’s gardens, (Y/n) smiled. They haven't seen their partner for the entire day, since the man was always very busy. However, they suspected that Bi-Han, being the grumpy killjoy that he is, was behind this.

They did not think about what this simple note could mean. (Y/n) found out the hard way when, as they entered the garden, a cake was smeared on their face.

Removing the frost blocking their eyes, (Y/n) stared at the two smirking boys. The cake was sweet, despite having been destroyed on their face. As laughter erupted inside the garden, (Y/n) could not have asked for a better birthday.

O0o0o0o0o

Bi-Han's birthday

Oh boi.

This man would be grumpier than usual.

Would avoid anybody, even you.

He knows what day it is, that’s why he’d be this way.

Asking for the reason to Kuai would result in nothing.

Even his brother didn’t know why Bi-Han became this way on his birthday.

Good luck finding time to talk to him, he's busy being the Grandmaster.

The Lin Kuei did not celebrate birthdays

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Watching the cryomancer from afar, (Y/n) sighed. The man was giving everyone the cold shoulder. If Bi-Han wished to stay alone for the day, they would respect his wishes. However, that didn’t mean they couldn’t make something for him. Determined, they left their spot.

Late into the night, Bi-Han walked through empty halls, his footsteps echoing on the frozen stones. Once inside his room, the grandmaster frowned. Resting on his desk was a box. He could feel heat coming from the inside. Approaching the object carefully, Bi-Han opened it. Dumplings, somehow still warm, laid on a plate inside the box. A little card was placed on the side with two simple words on it.

Baking a cake was out of the question since the cryomancer despised sweets.

An idea eventually popped in their heads. Content with it, (Y/n) marched toward the kitchen.

“Happy Birthday.”

Your Birthday.

Alone in his room, Bi-Han would eat his gift, the tiniest smile on his face.

0o0o0o0o

If you think this man would act differently on your birthday, you’d be wrong.

You don’t see him for the entire day.

He’s busy being the grandmaster, he doesn’t have time for frivolous thing such as this.

Well his cold attitude is just a front.

Don’t get me wrong, Bi-Han still thinks celebrating birthdays to be beneath him but he can see how it affects your mood when he remains the only one not wishing you happy birthday.

Kuai Liang confronts him about it but Bi-Han keeps his facade up.

Unknown to both you and his brother, he did have a gift for you.

00o0o0o0o0o

“Open it.” Bi-Han cold voice was muffled by the mask he still wore.

Fresh out of the shower, (Y/n) laid peacefully on their bed, a book nestled in between their fingers.

Suddenly, someone knocked at their door, breaking their concentration. Opening the door, surprised flashed across their face as Bi-Han came to view. Worldessly, the grandmaster pushed something on their chest. Puzzled, (Y/n) glanced at the object now in their hand. It was wrapped clumsily with brownish paper.

Not wanting to make the cryomancer wait, (Y/n) removed the wrapping to reveal a beautiful dagger. The silverish blade simmered under the light. The handle was a deep blue, almost the exact same shade as Bi-Han’s clothes.

“I love it, thank you.”

Humming, Bi-Han turned to leave. Peering over his shoulder, he wished them a happy birthday before walking away.

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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you absolutely killed my last ask (unlike gun with those poor people)!! to make up for the toxicity, i feel like sammy should be allowed to relax/be spoiled by his partner. not his regular 'the most expensive brands i can find', but sleep in, breakfast in bed, back rub, and diy face masks vibe. i don't think he's ever experienced it, and would love to see his confusion🌺

I am but a weak little person, especially after reading @lookismfanfics soft Samuel here. Sorry for the delay and thank you for this ask my sweet flower anon! There is pretty much ZERO toxicity here, and just a whole lotta love!

Samuel Seo x Reader: Spoiling Sammy

3 very fluffy, very indulgent scenes: back rub, bath, birthday

Samuel is surprisingly easy to fluster.

He's not used to tender touches or calm caresses. At least without giving anything in return.

The first time you lay your hands on his shoulders, giving him a massage and rebuffing his advances, he eyes you with suspicion. All the suspicion. Why are you touching him if you didn't expect any pleasure for yourself?

"Just relax," you instruct. And he tries. He really tries.

Little by little, tension leaves Samuel's body. This is... nice. Shoulders no longer stiff with stress, and a weight lifted. Before long, he is groaning as you continue to work out the knots and rub his back.

The noises slipping from his lips is what snaps him out of his daze. Why the hell is he moaning and feeling vulnerable from this simple gesture.

Hiding his blush, Samuel bats your hand away with some excuse of needing to make a call.

Workers is full of idiots and bullshitters, and no-one can ever convince Samuel otherwise.

He slams the front door, wishing that it was Eugene's head trapped there. Samuel could do his job a thousand times better, a million. How dare he-

"Sammy?" you poke your head out of the bathroom at his angry mutterings - another standard day in the office then, "Come here!"

Fuck, what a shit day.

He drops his jacket carelessly on the floor, and yanks his tie off as he makes his way towards you. Samuel just needs to decompress tonight, he doesn't have it in him to do anything else. Some peace and quiet. A bath, and a glass of-

"Whiskey?" you offer, handing him his favourite readily poured into a crystal tumbler.

Candles are lit, soft music drifts out, steam fills the air. The bathtub is full. And are those rose petals floating in the water?

"Is... is this for me?" he asks, and you nod enthusiastically.

You really didn't need to do this. You really shouldn't have done this. Now Samuel finds a lump in his throat and a tightness in his chest.

He thinks you might be his favourite person.

Samuel awakens to the faint whiff of burning, and commotion coming from somewhere in his penthouse.

The initial annoyance, as he plods barefoot into the kitchen, is soon replaced with bafflement at the utter chaos you have created. It's not even 10am on a Saturday. At what unholy hours did you have to get up to cause all this?!

On the counter sits the ugliest cake he has ever seen.

Lopsided and tilting. Uneven frosting. A frankly obscene amount of sprinkles. Some scribbles that could read 'Sammy' if he removes his glasses and squints.

He suspects it might even be poisoned.

The rest of the kitchen fares no better. It looks like a bomb had gone off.

You stand there, undeterred, like the cat who got the cream. Flour in your hair, a smile on your face.

"Happy birthday, Sammy!"

Oh.

He doesn't recall the last time he celebrated his birthday, nevermind ever having received a homemade cake.

Damn you and damn the way you have bulldozed your way into his heart.

Samuel finds himself completely head over heels.

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sneakyblinders · 1 year

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chocolate cake

A/N: for my Tommy and his darling wife!au. we meet grace in this one... continued in the drunk lunch. warnings: not canon. sexual themes, mentions/alluding to smut but no smut. fluff. language, general other peaky blinders shenanigans. (alcohol, smoking etc) 2.3k words

As your marriage to Thomas Shelby went on, there were things he discovered about you that he hadn’t known about prior to your vows.

Like how you stole all of the blankets in your sleep, leaving him to freeze with no blankets, your grip on the blankets unbreakable, even in your deepest sleep.

Or, how much you enjoyed writing letters. He grew to love your handwriting. Grew fond of the little notes you’d leave for him in the domestic parts of your home. Some simple and sweet, and others laced with the intention of getting him rather riled up for later.

He loved how intentionally you selected your outfits for the day, how much you fussed over your hair and lipstick being just right. He’d sit and watch as you finger combed through your curls, getting the waves right.

He loved how bright you are. He knew you were bright before he married you, yes, but upon finding the right place for you at Shelby Company Limited, he was astounded at how quickly you caught on to everything he had given you charge over. You were fantastic with numbers, quicker with them than he was. Good with wording correspondence. He also thought you looked bloody beautiful sitting at the desk at the other end of his office. You told him you didn’t have to be in his office to be his new secretary, but he assured you that he wanted you in his office. Wanted to spend every second with you that he could. And every chance he got to lay eyes on you, he took. It took some getting used to–having his beautiful bride in his office everyday. He didn’t get nearly as much work done the first few weeks, but after the novelty wore off, the two of you fell into a good routine. Every Friday you’d walk into the office to see a fresh bouquet of flowers from your husband sitting on the corner of your desk.

“Mr. Shelby, it appears someone is trying to romance me,” you giggled, reading the card in the flowers the first Friday he had the idea. The card was incredibly raunchy, something you couldn’t believe he would’ve narrated to the flower shop man.

“Is it working?” he smirked at you from behind his paper, sitting at his desk.

“Yes.” you smiled back.

But his favorite thing he’d discovered after you’d married, was your love for celebration, and your ability to bake.

When you got married in March, you were dismayed that you had to wait a whole ten months to celebrate your husband's birthday in January. “You have almost a whole year to think of how to royally embarrass me, my darling.” he had told you.

He was turning thirty-one, and you had wanted to make it a special day with you and his family.

You’d spent the night before his birthday holed up in the kitchen, shooing Frances away, assuring her you knew what you were doing and you didn’t need any help. Your Thomas loved chocolate, and a chocolate cake is what he got.

He returned home late that evening, just as you were tucking the frosted cake into the icebox for the celebration dinner you had planned for the next evening. “Darling?” he called from the foyer.

“In the kitchen!” you called back, smoothing down your hair, unknowingly spreading flower and sugar throughout it.

He chuckled when he saw you. Hair adorned with sugar and flower, the front of your apron messy from where you’d wiped your hands repeatedly on it, and a slight bit of chocolate on the corner of your lips from where you’d taste tested. “Hello there,” he chuckled as you untied your apron. “You’ve got a little something here,” he told you, smiling down as he wiped at the chocolate with his thumb. You stood on your toes to kiss him. He moaned into the kiss before you pulled away. “Smells wonderful in here, what is it?”

“You’ll have to wait ‘till tomorrow!” you tell him in a sing-song voice, dancing away from his hands to the sink.

“You don’t have to do that tonight, love, it’s late. Let Frances do it.” he told you as you went to the sink and started scrubbing at the dishes.

“If I don’t, it’ll be harder to get clean tomorrow. It won’t take me long. Plus, I have other plans for tomorrow, and I already told Frances she could turn in for the evening,” you tell him, turning the water on. He took his jacket off and began to unclasp his cufflinks, putting them in the dish you kept for your rings at times like this, and rolled his sleeves up.”What’re you doing?” you ask as he stands next to you.

“Helping,” he said simply, holding the drying towel as you passed him the first of many spoons that needed washing. “When your hands start to turn pruney, switch me and I’ll wash and you can dry.” he told you, sliding the spoon into the drawer with the rest of the silverware.

“You surprise me everyday, Thomas Shelby.” you smile at him, continuing to scrub.

You asked about his day and he told you of several conversations he’d had in your absence at the office. He told you of the new barmaid that Harry had hired, and he had an odd feeling about her.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“She kept eyeing me.” he said as he pulled your hands from the dirty water, signaling you it was his time to wash.

“Eyeing you?” you ask, heart sinking a little.

He smiled at you, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Nothing to be worried about my love, she’s–not someone I’d be interested in,” noticing your apprehension, he wiped his hands on the dish towel and turned to you, taking your head in his hands. “She’s not you. I’m madly in love with you, eh?” he told you. You nodded, as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

The next evening after the company was closed for the weekend, you all headed to the Garrison to celebrate Tommy’s birthday. You’d asked Frances to drop the cake off at the Garrison that afternoon.

When you entered the Garrison, you were greeted by a number of “regulars” who you had grown to know and care for. Caleb, one of them, was a young man, probably sixteen, who was infatuated with you. At first you were afraid of his advances, not wanting Tommy to hurt the poor man. “Darling, I know it’s just puppy love. I know you need a man,” he had nearly growled in your ear, making you bite your lip and squeeze your legs together under the table.

“Good evening, Mrs. Shelby!” Caleb waved to you from the bar.

“Evening, Caleb!” you waved back to him as he smiled from ear to ear. Tommy’s hand was on the small of your back, gently guiding you to the snug, where his family waited with confetti, whiskey, beer and party blowers. And of course, the cake.

You caught the eye of the new barmaid, and she instantly made your blood boil. She looked at you as if she may cry.

“Does she always look like that?” you asked Tommy over your shoulder.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Like she’ll burst into tears at any given moment.” you said.

Tommy just smirked, opening the door to the snug. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” everyone yelled as he walked through the door. He looked at you with an incredulous smile as confetti fell onto his hat and shoulders.

“Come on, ya mad bastard, so we can eat this lovely cake your wife made!” Arthur said, hurrying the birthday man to sit down.

All of you were crowded around the table, sitting shoulder to shoulder as you passed pieces of cake around, and toasted to the birthday boy. “Thirty one miserable years. May the next thirty one be better than the first thirty one,” John joked. Everyone laughed and toasted, beer sloshing over the sides of their mugs.

You’d made advances at him all evening, undressing him with your eyes, pressing small kisses to his jawline, a hand on his thigh, fiddling with his ring when you held his hand, all things that you’d discovered that drive him wild.

After everyone was properly drunk, Tommy excused the two of you for the evening. “Let’s go to my upstairs office, since you can’t seem to wait until we get home,” he rasped low in your ear, hand around your waist as he guided you upstairs, the barmaid's eyes not leaving your back for a minute.

Tommy closed his office door with his foot, his hands too preoccupied with pushing your coat off your shoulders.

Thirty minutes later, after a long round merciless teasing on your end, and begging and cursing on your husbands, your knees ached; but your husband was breathless in front of you, his chest heaving as you rested your cheek on his thigh, looking up at him from your position between his legs on the floor.

“Fucking perfect angel, my wife is.” he told you, reaching for a cigarette in his top desk drawer. You move yourself up to sit on his lap, taking the cigarette from him, lighting it between your lips before passing it to him.

“Happy birthday, my love.” you tell him, pressing a kiss to his jawline, resting your head on his shoulder. He smokes, allowing his breathing to return to normal and the flush to fade from his cheeks and neck. After he finishes his cigarette, he tucks himself back into his pants, readjusts his suspenders and straps his holster back around his shoulders before pulling his jacket over his broad shoulders. “Ready?” you ask, standing by the door.

“Yes,” he says, looking around the office, a confused look on his face. “Do you think I left my hat in the snug?” he asked.

“Probably, we can go look.” you tell him, taking his hand as he locks the door of his office.

The Garrison was nearly empty now, his family and most patrons long gone by this time of night. The barmaid was wiping down the bar when you two walked by. “Mrs. Shelby,” she called out to you, her accent striking to your ears. Tommy kept walking towards the snug. “Where did you get your dress? It’s beautiful.” she said, a small smile attempting to form on her lips.

“Mrs. Johnson’s, on Rickter street.” you say, eyeing her carefully. She shrinks under your scrutinous gaze.

“Mr. Shelby’s birthday is today?” she asks.

“Yes.” you tell her shortly as Tommy returns with his hat.

“It was in there, love.” he tells you, hat in his hand. “Grace,” he nods to the barmaid.

“Happy birthday, Mr. Shelby.” she says, a flash of seduction in her tone.

“Thank you,” Tommy held out his hand for you to take after he secured his cap on his head. “Goodnight, Grace.”

“Goodnight,” she called out, but the doors slammed shut behind you two before either of you could hear her.

You were quiet on the ride home, hand resting on Tommy’s thigh as he drove you two home. “You alright?” he asked when he pulled into the circular driveway of your home.

“Yes. Perfectly alright.” you told him, faking a smile.

“Did the barmaid say something to you?” he asked.

“I just–can’t shake this feeling, Thomas.” you tell him, worry spreading across your features.

“We’ll figure it out, my love. Try and put it out of your mind for tonight, yeah?” he told you. You nodded your head in agreement.

The next morning you woke up naked in Tommy’s arms, your back against his chest. Your legs burned, and there was a familiar ache between your legs from the second half of your husband's birthday present you’d delivered after returning home. He groaned as he began to wake up, rolling onto his back to stretch his legs. “Good morning,” you tell him, flipping to your stomach to stretch your arms and legs simultaneously.

“Good morning,” he rasps, voice gravelly from sleep. “Thank you for such a wonderful birthday, Sweetheart.”

“You’re welcome. Did you like your cake?” you ask.

“It was the best birthday cake I’ve ever eaten.” he told you, raking a hand through his hair. “Do we have any leftovers? I’d like some for breakfast.” he smirked at you, reaching for a cigarette. “I liked everything you did for my birthday.” he said, pulling you into his chest, a cheeky tone to his voice.

“Yeah?” you asked, cheeks flushing.

“Yes. That red robe… I really like that.” he said, eyeing where he had thrown it the night before on the chair in the corner of the room.

“I’ll wear it more often.” you told your husband, rolling on top of him, your mind a million miles away from all the worries you had the night before about the barmaid.

Grace entered the museum, aware of her meeting place with Inspector Campbell. She quickly walked through the halls, finding the room he had described to her. She nervously fiddled with the hem of her sleeve, waiting for him to round the corner-make his presence known.

“Any luck with Thomas Shelby?” his deep voice rasped as he came around the corner.

“Not so far,” she said quietly. “I think getting close to him will prove to be far harder than we thought. He is besotted with his wife.” she said, a twinge of jealousy in her voice.

The inspector breathed out a “pft”. “No man like Thomas Shelby is besotted with a wife for long. Men like him stray easily.”

She chuckled. “You didn’t see the way he looked at her.” she said. “And,” she added quickly. “You didn’t see what she looks like.”

“Then get close to the wife.” Campbell ground out, jaw locked tight.

Grace’s pulse sped up. “That is–another angle.”

And thus began Grace’s attempt at friendship with Mrs. Thomas Shelby.

#tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x oc #tom shelby #peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #peaky fookin blinders #peakywomen #sneakyblinders

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 3 months

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For All The Birthdays You Missed, Andrew

Happy birthday Andrew Kreiss I want cover you in kisses sobs

Rated Explicit | Warnings: Vampire AU

Birthdays are rare to be celebrated in the manor, if ever. Many have either forgotten when they were born or lost track long ago of how old they are, so no point in baking a cake. It is rather depressing, but you respect the boundary (Luca loves birthdays though he makes up numbers guessing his age each time).

“Andrew,” Then you learned one of them never had a proper birthday, and you felt the need to, at least, give him this. A happy memory in this new life, silly as it may seem to others, but you hope he likes it. “Happy birthday.”

The cake is a simple yellow cake with vanilla frosting and purple flower designs. A ‘Happy Birthday, Andrew’ written on with a single candle in the middle. A private celebration between you both in a hotel in the city away from the others. He has you all to him all day.

“Andrew?”

Andrew is quiet as the candle burns, you notice the build-up of tears at the corner of his eyes as he watches the candle burn. You smile gently as you wrap your arms from behind around his neck, rubbing your cheek against his. The table is clear of everything outside of the small cake and two plates and a knife to cut the cake. The fancy hotel room is a bit much for him but he will see why you set this up later on.

“Make a wish, birthday boy.”

He takes a deep breath and then blows out the candle.

“Thank you.” He says finally, “You didn't have to.”

“I want to and we can have as many more birthdays after.” Kissing his cheek, “Next time though, Luca would like to join.”

“S-sure.” Andrew is not sure if he is ready for that level of energy that man can bring.

“We can work up to inviting him.” Moving away to cut the small cake, “First cake then your gift.” Winking at him.

“Gift?”

You nod as you give him a plate serving him the biggest piece with the flower on it.

The gift is him naked and covered in red lipstick marks, he is hands bound to the bedpost keeping there but he can tug hard enough to break out. “Andrew, you are so beautiful.” Riding him as he feels like enduring your praise tenfold. You have adored him before but this is worse as you used a camera, one that prints out the pictures instantly, to show him your favorite parts of him. Those pictures were scattered all over the bed.

His albino skin is a bright pink from how much he is blushing as you moan out his name.

“Enough already!”

You squeal loudly and rather embarrassingly as breaks out of the loose binds to pin you down on the bed, breathing hard and his face completely exposed as you brushed back his hair previously.

“(Name).”

“Andrew.” Your hands are free to touch his face as he leans down, “You can move. This is your gift.”

When he first met you, he had accidentally killed you… Gruesomely. He felt like a monster. Burying you in some unmarked grave only for you to return to him partially healed on a stormy night terrified him.

He swore you were God's divine punishment upon him, you were a test and he failed! You were going to kill him. It took him weeks to be able to look you in the eyes, much less be in the same room. He did not immediately go to the manor either fearing it was a trap but came when he became desperate for blood.

Now, you are the most important person in his life, and value him more than anyone ever has both before he was a human and after he became a vampire.

His mother… Sometimes he wonders if she would have liked you. Someone strong enough to shoulder the world with him.

“I love you.” He says without thinking that he pulls back in fear but you grab him before he can panic.

“I love you too, Andrew.” Sometimes when you are serious it scares him, Naib Subedar is like this when Norton has his episodes, you return those feelings to him. “I love you, Andrew Kreiss.” Staying still for a few heartbeats, “Now fuck me like you love me.” Ordering him.

And he does with all of his love and then some.

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starsstuddedsky · 8 months

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Slice of Love

Haechan x reader

summary: birthday cake and boyfriend material

genre: fluff, non idol au, not really angst but haechan is so dramatic

warnings: swearing, food/dessert, i dont know anything about art, pls lmk if i missed any

wc: 1.8k (who is she???)

a/n: finally wrote something short and sweet :) it's been so long since i've done that lol. this is heavily inspired by 7dream cafe cake-making and my full belief that none of these boys should be unsupervised in the kitchen. thank you to @chocolatemilk139 for being my beta as always <3 (even though you didnt edit anything smh)

It’s not horrendous.

Donghyuck stares at the cake in front of him. The process started well: he made the tester cake last week week that the council (also known as his friends) approved with generous support (“wait, what’s actually kind of good,” from Jeno, “it’s edible,” from Renjun, “the hint of orange really sells it,” from Jaemin, “it’s not burnt so it’s already better than anything I could make,” from Mark, “you didn’t buy this?” from Chenle, and Jisung, who just stared at him with wide eyes).

No, the problem isn’t the batter. He slaved over it all last night and chose the two cakes that rose most evenly in the oven. Everything but his tears went into making them.

“Wow,” Renjun says, leaning over the counter. “You fucked up.”

Donghyuck smacks him, leaving a trail of lavender buttercream on the wool sweater.

“Hey, that’s going to be a bitch to get out!” Renjun cries.

“Cry me a river,” Donghyuck says, “which is a good song, but also, you deserve it. It’s not that bad.”

Renjun raises his eyebrows but Donghyuck raises a spoonful of extra frosting. Renjun backs off.

Despite his strong defense, Donghyuck fears Renjun may be right. Though the cake stands tall, crumbs mix in with the frosting on the sides. What was supposed to be an artistically plump edging around the base of the cake and around the top corner looks like it exploded out of the piping bag (because it did, popping the cap off several times). In his head, the center would be filled with flowers and hearts and all sorts of pretty shapes in all sorts of pastel colors—but by the time he got to the center, he’d fully given up on piping bags, meaning he had to get creative for the flowers. Instead of flowers, he made blobs of frosting pushed off a spoon. In some spots he accidentally mixed the colors together, a green one shade away from brown, not at all like the field in the pictures on his Pinterest board.

Jeno appears next, wandering out of his room. He misses Renjun’s warning glare, though Donghyuck doesn’t. He steps right next to Donghyuck, tilting his head. “What is this supposed to be again?”

“What do you think?” Donghyuck asks evenly.

Oblivious or uncaring, Jeno pauses to ponder. “A really ugly version of Shrek’s swamp?”

“Get out.”

“Get out of ma’ swamp!” Jeno attempts a Scottish accent, authenticity as questionable as the flower field in Donghyuck’s cake. Jeno retreats with Renjun on the couch, dodging Donghyuck’s frosting spoon. It would be a waste of the delicacy on his stupid dri-fit t-shirt, which he wears even when he doesn’t work out.

“It’ll be fine,” Jaemin says. “It’ll taste good, which is the important part.” He sits at the counter, the only one to offer moral support while Donghyuck decorated. But his attempts at comfort are in vain; Donghyuck doesn’t just want the cake to taste good, he wants it to taste perfect, to look perfect, for all of it to be perfect. It’s the least you deserve.

Donghyuck ignores the banging on his door, letting one of the guys let Chenle and Jisung in (no one else would threaten to break down a metal door instead of waiting the five seconds it takes to unlock the door).

“We come bearing food!” Chenle shouts, plastic bag singing in his hand as Jisung follows precariously carrying a stack of pizza boxes. Far more food than needed, but Donghyuck won’t skimp out on you. Chenle tosses his bag full of snacks on the table, crossing the room to see the ‘masterpiece’ Donghyuck spent the past week hyping up.

“Dude, are you seriously going to give that to YN?”

“Are you trying to get dumped?” Jisung asks. “Ow!” he cries when Chenle smacks him.

“Your welcome,” he says, “though he sort of has a point, that looks like literal shit.”

“Does it really?” Donghyuck pouts.

Chenle points at one of the browner spots. “You’re telling me that’s not a piece of shit?”

“They were supposed to be flowers.”

Jaemin, Renjun, and Jisung manage to cover their laughs as coughs but Chenle and Jeno let out a bark of laughter.

“Yeah, you’re screwed,” Chenle says, clapping him on his shoulder that sags even lower than his normal bad posture. “You could call Mark and get him to pick up a cake on his way.”

“He’s bringing YN,” Donghyuck says glumly. “Besides, I already told YN that I would make it myself. I’m not going to be a failure and a liar.”

“It’s really not that bad,” Jaemin says, ignoring the chorus of dissent from the rest of the guys. “It’ll taste good!”

Donghyuck shrugs. He can’t explain it, at least not so that they can understand him. He knows perfection is a subjective definition that he’ll never be able to fulfill but he strives for it anyway. If it isn’t perfect then why would he do it at all? Even if it’s his first time attempting this level of artwork, he should at least be able to make something that looks okay, or recognizable.

And you—you deserve more than a dry store-bought mess and more than a half-assed attempt at love. You’ve only been together for a couple months but he’s determined to prove himself. A birthday was the perfect opportunity, even when you’ve known him for years and spent plenty of birthdays with him. This was his chance to show you the boyfriend material he’s made of, except instead of black velvet or creamy silk, Donghyuck thinks this cake is the work of a neon yellow polyester shirt worth less than $2 at the thrift store.

“Mark just texted that he just parked,” Jaemin announces. He glances at Donghyuck. “You ready?”

Donghyuck glances at himself. His hands are covered in frosting that’s dried and crusted, spread up his arms. His Kiss the Chef apron protected his shirt and most of his pants from the damage, but the mess is the least of his concerns. There’s nothing he can do about the disaster (he’s given up calling it anything else) in front of him. Shrek’s Swamp or a toilet bowl, it’s definitely not a flower field and it’s definitely not what you deserve. But it’s all he’s got.

The final punch hits with a gentle knock at the door. Donghyuck crosses the room to his doom, stepping past his silent friends who bow their heads in respect for the walking dead. He pulls open the door slowly. He sees your shoes first, white sneakers you spent three hours with a Sharpie decorating, full of hearts and stars and unmistakable flowers—daisies and chrysanthemums and lavender, more than he can name.

You wear your favorite jeans, loose bootcut that tighten at the thighs, hugging you in all the right places. A loose shirt hangs from your shoulders, one of the bands you always play for him with lots of bass and visceral lyrics that romanticize suffering. A family of silver earrings dangle from your ears, and he recognizes each of your favorites, the miniature swords, sparkling star shaped studs, a curly twist of metal that wraps around the higher part of ear. You look perfect.

Donghyuck has always loved the way you smile, a gentle turn of your lips, like the happiness belongs to only you. You lean forward, pressing a short kiss to his lips, a peck more than anything. Donghyuck stares at you, eyes wide. You gesture to his apron. “Just following the rules.”

He smiles though it fades as soon as he sees the frosting–no, the evidence of his failures, spread down the black fabric. “Happy birthday,” he says, wishing he could put more heart into it. A tiny frown furrows in your brow but you don’t question him.

He steps back to let you walk in, trailing behind you as the rest of the guys wish you happy birthday. Mark catches up easily, clapping a hand on his shoulder, whispering, “Jeno sent me a picture.”

Renjun hugs you, which Donghyuck belatedly realizes he never did.

“I brought the food,” Chenle announces. “Don’t go thanking anyone else for my efforts.”

“Our,” Jisung corrects. “You barely even carried anything.”

“That’s because I had to drive,” Chenle says, waving his hand. “And don’t even get me started on the pizzeria, you better appreciate every molecule because—”

“Thank you, Chenle,” you say.

“Thank me,” Donghyuck says. “It was my detailed instructions that perfected absolutely everything about today, which reminds me, did Mark behave?”

You turn back to face him, linking your fingers with his. “Yes, babe, he followed your script. He almost cried because the barista messed up the order and he didn’t want to be annoying but he said you said ‘if anything goes wrong, I’ll kill you,’ and meant it.”

“And I did,” Donghyuck says. He nods at his best friend for his service.

“Now.” You squeeze his fingertips. “Where’s this cake you’ve been so excited about.”

Donghyuck doesn’t try to hide his face. There’s no use delaying the inevitable. He lets go of your hands, leading you to the crime scene to lay the final verdict (the judicial system of his brain is in need of some reformation).

You reach the counter and freeze. A list of concert dates greets Donghyuck, your back facing him while you study the cake. There’s no name for the opposite of a masterpiece, no artist that wants their worst creation recorded in history.

He inches closer to you, peeking at your face. He recognizes the expression, the narrowing of your eyes, the way you flatten your lips. He’s been to enough art shows and spent enough time with you studying for art history to know what you analyze art.

“It’s not Van Gogh or Monet,” he says, “it’s not even that asshole guy who made the Bean.”

“Mm,” you hum, “no, you’re not any of them.”

“It’s an ugly cake,” he says, “I know. I tried, I really did, but apparently you actually do need a decade or two of experience to make a decent cake, which is totally unfair, like, I spent more time on it than my research project, and this only looks marginally better than that.”

“It’s amazing,” you say, “reminiscent of the expressionist era.”

“Really?”

“No,” you say, turning to grin at him. “But you made it, so none of that matters. Maybe it doesn’t look like what you thought, but seriously.” You rest a hand on his arm. “It’s perfect.”

He meets your eyes, sees sincerity and not an ounce of teasing. No, it wasn’t what he wanted for you, but that doesn’t really matter. Perfection is subjective and to you it’s perfect—why did he ever think it wouldn’t be?

He grins. “Perfect?”

You step closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him into a hug, ignoring the frosting that must be smearing across the band member’s faces.

“Perfect.”

a/n2: thank you for reading! as always, i appreciate any feedback :)

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parisiterileymoon · 1 month

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Angel dust x cook reader

Readers pronouns: you/ yours (but really he/him)

Could potentially be seen as a part two to the last “angel x cook reader” I made but you don’t need to read it to understand this one.

It’s angel’s birthday. Of course people are making a big deal out of it, he’s like hells version of the Kardashians. Lots of flowers, cards and creepy jars filled with unidentifiable substances. Charlie bought him a new outfit, husk took him out on the town, and alastor…have you met the guy? Seriously, you expected him to get something for angel? A hardy “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY EFFEMINATE FELLOW” will do just fine, thank you. You decided to make him a cake. Nothing too fancy, granted he doesn’t really have all that much of a sweet tooth. Chocolate cake with pink frosting, and in white it says “happy birthday Tony” on the top. You put a fondant bow on it to make it look more…angel. He walks through the door, tipsy. “Oh, angel perfect timing!” You turn to him, smiling. “Whaaat? You starten’ ta miss me, handsome?” He giggles, finding it amusing how he towers over you. “Well yes but- uh- THATS BESIDES THE POINT.” You interrupt yourself, trying not to seem as nervous as you are. You wernt nervous about angel, or him liking the cake. You were nervous about the fact you wrote “Tony” instead of “angel” or “angel dust”. How would he react? Would he cry? Would it be happy or angry? Or sad? “I uh…I made you a cake!” Damnit. Stop stammering. This wasn’t like you at all! Your like some main character of a self instead fan-fiction or something! ‘I- uh- I-i-‘ SPIT IT THE FUCK OUT MY DUDE. Angel hugs you, shoving your face in his floof. “Thank you so much! Where is it? I want cake!” He makes grabby hands with his bottom two arms. You let out a muffled “can you let me go?”, your arms dangling at your sides. “Ohhh yeah sorry~” he slurs out, letting go of you. You exit the main lobby to retrieve the cake, holding the plate it’s on firmly with both hands. “Well, here it is! Uh…happy birthday.” You hand him the cake. For about a minute he just looks at it. ‘Happy birthday, Tony.’ Not angel dust, Tony. Anthony looks up at you, tearing up a little. Not just because he’s drunk either, but because he’s thankful. You MADE him something, for fucks sake. With HIS name on it. Not his stage name, his NAME. “Are you alright-?” He wipes a tear with one of his hands. “Yeah, I’m alright.”

Happy birthday, Anthony

A/N: it’s angel’s birthdayyyyy>_< I’m so normal about him. As usual, constructive criticism is encouraged(my reqs are open;])

#hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #angel dust x gn reader #hazbin hote angel #angel dust x male reader #angel dust hazbin hotel #angel dust x reader #im so normal about him #happy birthday angel

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hopepetal · 9 months

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A little boatem knights au writing for Scar's birthday!

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Scar woke up a year older, and as it had been with the last few centuries, things were unchanged. The sun was shining (which brought with it the leafy scent of Mumbo's sunscreen), the birds were chirping, and Scar stepped out of his tent to greet the day.

He walked out to a very different sight than what he had expected.

“Surprise!”

Standing there were the knights, Cub, Jimmy, and Tango, who had clearly just been rushing around preparing... this. The camp was covered in mismatched decorations, trinkets likely taken from Grian's treasure hoard (with great reluctance from the avian, Scar imagined) strewn about the camp, shining when the light caught them.

Scar blinked, looking around at everyone. “Huh– what's this? What are you doing here?”

Impulse grinned. “Well, I was with Cub the other day and he just so happened to mention that it was your birthday today! So I told the others, and we grabbed Cub and Jimmy and Tango to help celebrate!”

“It's because no one here can bake to save their lives,” Jimmy explained, “and they wanted a cake.”

Mumbo held out the, to be quite frank, monstrosity on a plate. “Grian and I decorated!” he chirped, and Scar squinted at the near illegible frosting words.

“I wasn't here for this,” Pearl explained, “I was out getting decorations.”

“It says happy birthday Scar!” Grian told Scar, “and you can just ignore the redstone dust in the frosting, that's Mumbo's fault.”

Mumbo squeaked, eyes widening. “Look, I washed my hands! Very thoroughly!”

Cub chuckled, shaking his head. “Slight redstone ingestion never hurt anyone,” he pointed out, Mumbo, Impulse, and Tango nodding in agreement.

Scar beamed, holding his hands over his heart. His eyes shone with joy and barely held back tears. “Why, you all are so sweet! This is absolutely amayzin', thank you so much!”

“I still think we should sing,” Pearl piped up, to a resounding, unanimous "no."

“You do not want me to sing,” Mumbo told her with a slight giggle.

“Or me,” Impulse added, scratching his head right behind his horns. “Not a good idea. Tango will tell you.”

Tango grinned, elbowing Impulse. “Oh, I absolutely will, buddy.”

Scar took the cake from Mumbo, his face hurting from how much he was smiling. “Thank you all so so much,” he said once more, sincerely. “This is– this is so nice!”

“Of course, Scar!” Grian's wings fluttered slightly from the excitement. “You're our friend! Of course we'd celebrate your birthday!” He leaned over, pointing at the red and green blobs of frosting on the cake. “And these are poppies, see? They're your favorite flower, I remembered you telling me!” He was so proud of himself for this, eyes shining as he bragged to Scar.

Scar gasped. “Oh wow, G! That's absolutely fantastic! I think we should go eat it now!”

“Count me out.” Jimmy backed away, his hands held up. “I live with this man. I've seen what redstone does to him.” He gestured at Tango with his head. “I refuse to take part in any of this.”

Tango laughed. “Your loss, buddy!”

Cub nodded, holding back a smile of his own. “More for the rest of us, then.”

Pearl wrapped an arm around Jimmy's shoulders. “Does poor Tim have a sensitive stomach?” she teased, to Jimmy's indignant squawking. “It's okay, mate! Nothing to be ashamed of!”

“I'm not–!” Jimmy splutttered, face turning a light shade of red. “Oh, my gosh. This is awful. Why do I come here?”

Grian hopped up to Jimmy, a coy grin on his face. “Because you love us, Timmy!”

Scar began walking to the eating area, carrying the cake with him. “C'mon, guys! This cake isn't gonna eat itself, y'know!”

The rest of the day was spent joking around with the knights and their friends, and eventually ended under the stars with a crackling bonfire.

Scar heaved out a contented sigh. “So. Have you guys given any more thought to matching uniforms?” he asked, and laughter broke out among the knights.

It was a good day.

#my writing #boatem knights au #gtws #grian #pearl #impulse #mumbo #jimmy #tango #cub

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what would carmy do for y/n’s birthday??

*doesn’t have to pertain to the series you wrote for him

Birthday girl

Oh, he would go all out. I just think he would be so excited to treat you like a queen. Because you usually grumble about him getting you things or paying for your stuff. So this is his time to shine and, believe me, my boy is not holding back.

He wakes up at like 3 am. Kisses your forehead a couple of times before carefully slipping out of bed. Even if he would love nothing more but to hold you for the rest of the night. After closing the door to the bedroom he quickly throws on a pair of joggers before walking to his car to pick up all the goodies he had stashed there so you wouldn't see them.

Carmen starts blowing up balloons in your favorite colors, hanging and throwing them all around the apartment. Hanging up a garland that says happy birthday, boo. Moving to scatter the fake light candles too - safety first. Then comes the flowers and honestly trust him to know your favorite ones and it's not just one bouquet. Oh, no, you no longer have free vases when he's done putting them all around. He moves to frosting your birthday cake, that he had made a night before. It's heart-shaped because you are his heart and he loves you, and he loves being this cliche with you. The last addition would be him blowing up those helium balloons and sticking pictures of you two to the strings and he's quietly bringing them into the bedroom and placing them all around the bed.

When the time hits about 9 am he would slowly wake you up with soft kisses. No rush. But he also can't hold himself back from kissing you all over. And man, he's tired and would love to nap but the desire to watch you see all that he has done is way beyond that. You blink a couple of times, a lazy smile on your face as you nuzzle into Carmen. "Morning, birthday girl", he says quietly and you finally open your eyes to look at him. Just your attention is stolen by the pastel color balloons and the pictures. You let out a gasp, "Did you... did you do this?", you sit up, covering your naked body with the sheets as you reach for the string closest to you. Carmen only hums, fingers brushing against your naked skin. "Am I still dreaming or...", you rub your eyes, trying to shake the sleep away. "No, my lungs went through that", Carmen jokes, this happy fluster taking over his lower belly.

"That's us in Italy", you mutter reaching for another picture, biting your lip as your eyes get hazy. You turn to your boyfriend biting your lip so you wouldn't start sobbing. "Oh, love", he breathes out sitting up properly so he could wrap you up in his arms. "You're so freaking sweet", you inhale sharply, "When did you do this?", "While you slept", and suddenly his messy hair and tired eyes make so much sense. "Carmen...", you breathe out, "You didn't have to lose sleep over this". Leaning closer you brush your lips over his a couple of times and Carmen returns the gesture eagerly, "Well, I wanted to. Now put my shirt on, this is not everything".

You give him a confused look, "But I haven't even looked through all the pictures", you say, reaching for another string. "You'll do that later. Now close your eyes", You barely managed to pull his hoodie over your body before he gently pressed his palm over your eyes as he led you out into the living room. "Berzatto, what have you been up to?", you ask him, sensing the freshly baked pastries and a whole English breakfast. But he says nothing only counts to three and drops his palm. And there, right in front of you is everything that he's been crafting for hours prior. A cake on a table that's surrounded by presents and cards. Balloons. Flowers. A record player that's very softly played an old cover of Happy Birthday.

Your hand clasps your mouth. You just stand there. Looking at it all. And for a moment Carmen starts getting worried. Maybe you hate it? Maybe he got your favorite flowers wrong? Is it the cake? Did he do too much? Too little? But then you practically launch into him as a sob slips past your lips. "Carm", you breathe out, hiccuping. "Baby, you're not supposed to be crying, now", Carmen mutters, trying to see your face. "But... this is so... no one has ever done something like this", you say through the tears as you hug him as tightly as you possibly can. Carmen lets out a relieved chuckle, reaching for your thighs so he can lift you. You don't protest as you wrap your legs around his torso.

"You're out of your mind", you breathe out into the crook of his neck. "Only the best for my girl", Carmen states proudly, "You want to look through all of it?" But you just cling to him tighter. Still in absolute shock and disbelief. Yet full of so much love. "You're the best", you pull away cupping his face. Carmen only smiles at you, "You deserve to be treated like a queen. You're the love of my life". You rest your forehead onto his, "I love you even without all of this, you do know that?", you question, "Bab, I don't doubt it. But it's your birthday and I want to make it special", Carmen nuzzles his nose against yours. "You're still absolutely insane for doing all of this, Berzatto", you sigh looking around.

#carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto imagine #carmy berzatto x you #carmy the bear #the bear imagine #the bear x reader #the bear x you

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