just wanted to make something for his birthday

jojo-sinner  asked:

I just want to kiss kakyoin all over and whisper dirty things to tease him. And then have the favour returned~

(I think it was your birthday today or yesterday idk i’m not good with time zones (??) so happy belated birthday!)

Kakyoin would let you do anything you want to him. He really enjoys it when you act like quite the provocateur, it’s amusing. But oh, don’t even think for a second that he’s not going to do the same to you, to tease you even worse until making you beg for more than just the feeling of his lips, only to tell you that he’s only started for the night. Grab onto something because this boy isn’t going to rest until he’s getting the same reactions that you got from him~

Things Everyone Should Know About Min Yoongi

Or just reasons to love him. (From the POV of a Yoongi stan)

  • loves music
  • LYRICAL GENIUS
  • raps faster than the speed of light. hella control over his voice
  • plays the piano
  • amazing on stage; in his element
  • his mixtape saved hiphop. saved lives. saved the world goddamn Yoongi
  • AGUSTD - Intro: Dt sugA (ft. DJ Friz)                                                                        - AgustD                                                                                                      - give it to me                                                                                              -skit                                                                                                            -724148                                                                                                      -140503 at dawn                                                                                        -The Last                                                                                                    -Tony Montana (ft. Yankie)                                                                          -Interlude ; Dream, Reality                                                                          -so far away (ft. Suran) 
  • he produced the entire thing. it didn’t feel like individual tracks on an album. it felt very complete, in a way i’ve never seen before.
  • released this masterpiece to the world for free; on soundcloud, on a google drive, on mediafire, on spotify…
  • He had no problematic lyrics on his mixtape. He doesn’t imitate or glorify modern American hiphop. There are no meaningless lyrics, no misogyny, no materialism or racial slurs. Instead, he talks about himself and builds on that.
  • worked on his mixtape in between his schedule. sometimes while on the plane, sometimes while working on other music for BTS.
  • Has a polar bear protection bracelet. Really likes polar bears.
  • was the happiest person in the world when he met Kumamon it was all too adorable
  • Very socially aware. Wants to use his fame to shift people’s attention to global problems.
  • When he and Taehyung got sick and were rushed to the hospital, they ended up having to cancel the concert in Kobe. During his vacation time, he went to the stadium they were supposed to perform in by himself and wrote a post about it in the fancafe. He sat in the seats of the stadium and forced himself to imagine the fans’ emotions on the day that was supposed to be the concert. He wrote  a long apology. He felt so guilty it kept him awake every night since the incident. He didn’t know what else to do. He promised never to let the fans down again and to work harder. 
  • works from from 12 am - 6 am on music. even after a full day of training or concert preparation or filming. only to sleep for 2 or 3 hours or not at all to start the next day. sleeps whenever he gets the chance. gives the day’s events his full energy regardless. 
  • when BTS had to pack for their backpacking trip through Europe, he was the one that remembered to pack medicine and first aid supplies. he cleaned up before leaving the hotel room. helped cook. was in charge of their budget. 
  • wrote/composed/produced some of BTS’s best songs:                              -Tomorrow                                                                                                  -Nevermind                                                                                                -Intro (HYYH pt. 1)                                                                                      -Dead Leaves                                                                                            -Fun Boyz                                                                                                  -Just One Day                                                                                            -Let Me Know                                                                                              -Paldogangsan (with Hoseok & Namjoon)                                                  -Cypher pt 1, 2, & 3 (with Hoseok & Namjoon)
  • participates in the making of almost every BTS song
  • he looks gorgeous in every hair colour he’s literally so beautiful
  • once said he would sue Bighit if his hair started falling out lmao
  • his smile that shows his gums
  • laughs in 10 different ways
  • his voice sounds beautiful in Whalien52 aka one of my favourite songs
  • in the song “Move” he dedicated his section to his mom, who was sick after she gave birth to him
  • in “If I ruled the world” he dreams, if he could have anything, it would be to buy a house for his family
  • danced around his studio in the early hours of the morning when “Nevermind” was approved to be the intro of HYYH pt.2
  • really likes lamb skewers. Wants to open a lamb skewer restaurant with Jungkook
  • his only goal is to make music that gives people emotions (comfort). the root of his passion, goes back to when he started making music at the age of 13.
  • his dream was to perform at Olympic Gymnastics Arena. At the end of the concert, he looked for his parents and brother in the crowd. When he saw them, he smiled and got on the floor to do a deep bow, the kind where your forehead touches the ground. This is when he sobbed for the first time at a concert.
  • at fansigns, fans get to write them a question. “What’s more important? Face or body?” is asked a lot, not just to BTS but all Kpop groups. Yoongi is the only one that writes a third option, “Personality” and circles it and writes that it is the most important. He does this every time the question comes up.
  • When given the question, “What type of girl?” or “What type of style do you like in a girl?” He circles all of them.
  • his ideal type is someone who likes music and someone he can communicate with. there are never any other specifications.
  • when asked for the ideal weight in a girl, he writes a ridiculous number
  • when asked what age difference he would date, he wrote “81 years” lol
  • tells everyone to eat well and take care of themselves. loves his fans more than anything.
  • extremely open-minded person
  • when he and Namjoon were being disrespected by Bfree during an interview, he stayed calm and handled the situation well. Then proceeded to drAG THE HELL OUT OF HIM IN CYPHER PT. 2
  • the “S” in Suga stands for “Savage”
  • literally sarcastic all the time
  • “If we’re talking about regrets you should think of some of your past selcas” - to Jimin
  • relatable
  • king of “I meant to do that”
  • the time he and Hoseok reacted to a “Try not to laugh challenge” of their own members and Yoongi laughed so hard he choked
  • his existence is pretty much art in itself
  • the thing he does when his members are doing something embarrassing and he just curls up and covers his face
  • “Min Suga. Genius. Those two words should be enough. *shrugs*”
  • “I want to reincarnate and be a rock in my next lifetime”
  • “I’m Father Louis Williams Suga Adams the Third”
  • “I’m good at doing ugly stuff”
  • “I was destined to be taller, but there were some errors in my development.”
  • “I’d like to introduce you to my lover…this neckpillow"
  • “I’ve always wanted to nap in a different country”
  • on his first birthday after he debuted, he spent his own money to make small gifts for his fans and hand-wrote over 300 notes for the fans that were going to come to see him on his birthday. he spent a long time because he wanted to make each note different. at the event, he got embarrassed because “it’s not much but I hope you all like it”. he learned that instead of 300, 350 came and he made 50 more to send to them. 
  • the next year, he made packages again but this time with transportation cards so the fans could use them when they came to see them. hand-written letters again, signed polaroids and ordered special envelopes. 
  • gave Jimin his credit card to charge the passes with, and when Jimin jokingly said he’s going to spend his money on snacks, Yoongi unhesitatingly said “Okay”
  • he did something again this year, but just didn’t vlog about it.
  • took pictures of Jungkook at his graduation like he was a proud parent 
  • the time when he and Hoseok lost a game and didn’t get dinner. Jimin brought them a crab from their table, and Yoongi let Hoseok have it. “Seeing my dongsaeng eat makes me feel full." 
  • Bangtan love him. They say Yoongi takes care of them well, especially his dongsaengs. He’s the one that silently takes care of them all.
  • The time Yoongi took Jimin out to eat sushi, and while Jimin was tying his shoes, Yoongi paid and told him they could go. "Of course, I’m the hyung." 
  • says his members are his closest friends. says Bighit is like a family
  • when Hoseok was celebrating New Years alone in the dorms, Yoongi left his family and showed up with chicken just so Hoseok wouldn’t have to spend new years by himself
  • Maschine mk2 review what a nerd
  • that time he tried to install a music editing software and ranted for 10 years on the fancafe because technology is problematic 
  • that one time Yoongi got really passionate about coffee and said he needed 309 people to help him "catch” coffee
  • does reviews and gives insight on all of BTS’s albums
  • the time he sang his heart out with Hoseok for “I was able to eat well” and sounded terrible 
  • the time they had a high note challenge and Yoongi sang so “high” that no noise came out
  • so extra. all the time.
  • “the director said it would only take 5 minutes. It’s been exactly 4 minutes and 58 seconds" 
  • that time he had to introduce himself and pulled confetti out of his pocket and threw it over himself 
  • but also unamused
  • he is a paradox
  • “I want to go baaaaaaaack”
  • easily put in his place by Jin, his hyung. But also ignores all of his jokes.
  • cannot dance for his life (literally flailing in DOPE) but is a really good dancer (FIRE ????)
  • he just works hard
  • unhesitatingly kicked Jimin in the balls when he started dancing over his legs while he was trying to sleep. didn’t even wake up.
  • that time Taehyung was really nervous on stage and kept stuttering and messing up his words. the members laughed and poked fun at him, but Yoongi shushed them and the audience and told Taehyung to breathe and relax and start again. This time Taehyung didn’t stutter
  • literally a deadass person at the awards show until Namjoon was up next to perform and Yoongi couldn’t stop being hyped and looking for him
  • makes fun of his members all the time but always makes sure they’re comfortable
  • witty but never crude
  • says he’s not always the best at expressing himself verbally, but wants everyone to know he is always thankful
  • kindest, bravest, strongest person to ever grace this earth. blesses the lives of everyone he touches

There are certain things I didn’t include in there, because they are a part of his mixtape and I think that speaks for itself. 

To Min Yoongi, thank you. 

so i work at lush and the most famous person i’ve served so far is adele. one day i’m just standing there moving some bubble bars and pretending to look busy when suddenly this lady comes in with her child. i think “she looks like adele if adele didn’t wear make up” whilst i go over to greet her. she asks me what a bath bomb is. i think “hmm, she is very unexpectedly cockney, like adele.” halfway through my description of bath bombs i realise holy fuck it’s actually adele, and i end up saying “so these are bath bombs, you drop them in the water mnnnnnnand theychangecolour n fizz…..do stuff……..” and i think she realises i suddenly know who she is because she gently but firmly tells her son to pick a bomb. she gets some for herself as well. i put her through the till and i realise she looks very tired, so i don’t want to bother her, but holy fucking shit this is adele. i’ve ugly cried so many times while warbling her beautiful songs. she’s unwittingly been there through some bad times for me. i want to say something but i’m not sure what, so i fixate on her bright woolly vest and blurt out “i like your vest!” and she immediately replies, very chipper, “aw fanks it makes me look like a rare bird!” she departs and i stand there shaking while i whisper to my colleague that that was adele. this reaches the back of the shop where a birthday party for a bunch of 14 year olds is going on and my 19 year old colleague just shrieks “WHAT” at the top of his voice. all the girls clamour asking if we have security cameras to prove it actually was her and i’m like, the proof is that i have suddenly become 10 times emotionally stronger after being in her presence. i have absorbed her self love and all of my exes have crumbled into dust, dissolving away like the bath bomb she’ll be using later on that very night

Kiwi: Part Five

A mini-series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album. Enjoy. x

Kiwi: Part One // Kiwi: Part Two // Kiwi: Part Three // Kiwi: Part Four



He woke up to the sounds of the ocean kissing the sandy shore.

He couldn’t remember what time they finally fell asleep the night before. Sleep had already started to overcome him during the last little bit of the night so he hadn’t been fully conscious, but he did remember a few things: stealing soft kisses and gentle whispers, and the sound of her laugh harmonizing with the sound of the waves. 

He’d never seen her that relaxed before, and it brought her to a whole new dimension that only made him fall even deeper—it was almost like she was a new person every day. Like she was constantly shifting into new versions of herself. 

He turned over in the bed to look at her—she was laying on her stomach, one of her arms resting by her head as the other remained down at her side. Her shoulders were rising and falling calmly with every breath that she took, and it was almost soothing to see her this relaxed—she had this resilient intensity about her all of the time that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, and watching her sound asleep was perhaps the only time that he saw her with her defences completely lowered.

He groaned inaudibly as he gently rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, sitting up in the bed carefully as not to wake her up. As much as he wanted to stay, he needed to get back to the studio to keep working. He slipped out of the bed and padded across the room quietly, and after some debate, he decided to leave her a note. He didn’t want her to think that he was running off, but he also didn’t want to wake her—he wrote her the note and left it on the bed beside her frame, slipping out of the little home and making his way back to the studio.

She woke up hours later, to the beeping of her alarm going off on her watch.

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  • whenever Annabeth tags along to watch Percy skate she always makes sure to bring a gatorade cause he always forgets to grab something to drink before leaving the house 
  • Percy changes his outfit a minimum of three times before every date him and Annabeth go on because even after all this time he just wants to impress her 
  • Annabeth saves up for months to be able to buy Percy tickets to a Knicks game for his birthday 
  • Percy remembers Annabeth talking about this fancy calculator she had her eye on and while out with Sally one day he spots it and happens to have enough saved up to buy it for her 
  • Annabeth sits through a four hour make up lesson from the Aphrodite cabin because she finds herself delving into her femininity– her heart flutters when Percy notices the simple eye liner and blush she wears on their next night out
  • whenever they go to the movies, Percy sneaks in a box of hot tamales for Annabeth to enjoy 
  • Annabeth organizes what she calls play dates for Percy and Grover, coordinating their schedules in the hyper efficient way that only she can, when she thinks they’ve gone too long since hanging out 
  • Percy always asks how her dad and brothers are doing. It’s the only slightly subtle way he knows how to push her to talk to them because even though she’ll never admit it, he knows she misses them. 
  • Annabeth looks up tutorials and walk throughs on Percy’s favorite video games so that she can give him a real run for his money but mostly because she loves the way he sticks his tongue out a little bit and furrows his brow when he’s concentrating on the screen
  • Percy signs up for the email lists at Annabeth’s favorite museums that way he knows when exhibits she would enjoy are in town 
  • there is a Saturday when Percy has an extra basketball practice, so Annabeth spends the afternoon getting frames for the posters on his wall and putting them up– when he gets home she’s laying on his bed and has one of his sweatshirts on while she reads. He can’t help but think how he can’t wait to come home to this for the rest of his life. 
grey zone | (m)

Originally posted by beagletae

• pairing: kim seokjin x reader
• genre/warnings: angst, smut, fluff
• words: 10,481
→ summary: you and Jin used to date, but things ended pretty quickly, realising that maybe you guys weren’t meant to be. Over the past couple of months, he’s had to watch you with another guy, knowing it wasn’t right. However, what can he do when he’s stuck in a grey zone… he knows he too, isn’t right for you, but all he wants is to hold you…?
• note. inspired by grey zone, but I was listening to clairvoyant on repeat a lot too. 

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When Remus is 11 years old, he finally learns what it means to have friends. He learns that to have friends means having someone to share his time with, someone to help him with his homework and someone he can offer his own aid in return to, someone to have whispered conversations with after the sun has set and he’s supposed to be asleep, someone who sneaks into his bed to punch his shoulder and ask him what he’s been up to today. Even when the dormitories have long since fallen silent and he can’t see anything in the compact darkness of his bed, he can feel Sirius’ smile a mere few inches from his own.

When Remus is 14 years old, he learns what it means to fall in love. He learns that to be in love means that every time he sees Sirius, his stomach flutters, that his mood brightens every time Sirius gives him attention, that his skin burns every time Sirius touches him, that the last thing he thinks about before falling asleep at night is Sirius’ smile. He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do about his feelings and for the time being, it doesn’t bother him. He’s happy to love Sirius from a metaphorical distance, because after all, Sirius smiles more at Remus than at anyone else.

When Remus is 15 years old, he learns what it means to have his heart broken. He learns that to have his heart broken means watching Sirius parade around the hallways, hand in hand with his new girlfriend, watching them share an armchair in the common room every evening, watching them share kisses before and during classes. He refuses to acknowledge the hollow feeling in his chest and when James asks him what’s going on, he gives an noncommittal sound in response. Sirius still smiles at Remus more often than not, but not as often as he smiles at his girlfriend. 

When Remus is 16 years old, he learns what it means to have his heart mended. He learns that to have his heart mended means wanting to burst from happiness, wanting to touch Sirius all the time, wanting to tell McGonagall go do something unmentionable to herself when she tells Sirius to go sit somewhere that isn’t next to Remus. They spend what feels like hours every evening in Sirius’ bed, kissing and touching and having mumbling conversations about everything they’re gonna do together once they’re done with school. Sirius smiles happily when Remus tells him, blushing, that he doesn’t much care what he does as long as he’s doing it with Sirius.

When Remus is 21 years old, he re-learns what it means to have his heart broken. He learns that to have a broken heart can come from having two of your best friends brutally murdered, from finding out the reason they were murdered was that their best friend, Remus’ boyfriend, betrayed them, from coming home to an empty flat where everything from the large clock on the wall to the very ceiling whisper about memories of happier times. Remus sits on the couch every evening, staring out into open air. Once in a while, his eyes stray to the photo of himself and Sirius sitting on the book shelf. Sirius is smiling at the Remus in the picture, and the Remus that’s sitting on the couch doesn’t bother fighting the tears, for once in his life.

When Remus is 34 years old, he learns what it means to have his will to live being reignited. He learns that to have his will to live being reignited means being filled with heat from top to bottom, being something that resembles happy, being able to think to himself that maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance he won’t grow old alone. When Sirius has to flee, Remus doesn’t get the chance to say goodbye, but he doesn’t miss the way Sirius smiles at him for a fleeting moment in the Shrieking Shack.

When Remus is 36 years old, he learns what it means to watch the love of his life be ripped away permanently. He learns that to watch the love of his life be ripped away permanently means having his insides turn to stone, having every last trace of hope in his chest vanish, having the vague sense of happiness that’s been building up inside him over the last two years be cruelly torn out by the roots. He watches as the curse hits Sirius in the chest and makes him stumble backwards, hears Harry’s screams and on pure instinct rushes forward to hold him back. 

Sirius smiles at Remus as he disappears.

It’ll be the first and last time Remus doesn’t smile back at Sirius.

BTS-Reaction to you saying “Fuck Me” out of frustration.

-Main Admin, M.


Rap Monster: You have been playing this game on your phone for more than a few days and there was this level you couldn’t beat and you have been trying for two days to pass it and it just stressed you out so when you lost again you couldn’t handle it anymore.

“Fuck me!” you throw your head back in frustuation and when you look up again, Namjoon is taking of his belt.

“Just give me a second, Y/n, I’m almost done”

The face he made when you told him why you said that was so funny you couldn’t stop laughing for hours.

Originally posted by forever-young-got7


Suga: You had been trying to learn how to play the piano for quite a while but you will always end up messing up on a chord so when suga sat down with you to help you practice and an again you messed up.

“Fuck Me!”

“If you wanted me to fuck you on my piano you should have just said that before”

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye


Jin: Cooking wasn’t your thing and Jin knew that but you still wanted to make him dinner since it was his birthday but when you burnt the food frustration came to you.

“Fuck Me!” 

“I don’t mind fucking you on the kitchen counter, Y/n” 

Originally posted by fawnave


V: Both of you were cleaning the house, you were about to take the trash outside when you hit your pinky with the table.

“Fuck Me!”

“ohh, Yes!, No more cleaning, now we can actually do something productive, come here, Y/n”

Originally posted by buisually-appealing


Jimin: The fact that finals were coming up soon and that you didn’t have money to buy albums stressed you out so out of nowhere you screamed.

“Fuck Me!”

“Come here princess, let me show you what heaven feels like”

Originally posted by jimiyoong


Jungkook: taking care of two small kids was hard and more since they were tae’s brothers and they are just like him, so when they wouldn’t stop running around your’s and jungkook’s house you got really frustrated.

“Fuck Me!”

“Y/n, I guess we could make some cute little Kookies”

Originally posted by nnochu


Jhope: You and Jhope were laying down on bed when you were reading a good af fanfiction and you phone decided to restart.

“Fuck Me!”

“YAY!, I’m getting some puss puss tonight”

Originally posted by helendrv

Jack Zimmermann joins a photography class/group at a library in Providence. He’s just known as Jack there. Maybe only like one person there knows that he is THE Jack Zimmermann and that’s only because of the registration. He makes sure to never wear any Falcs gear or Falcs colors

  • He keeps a low profile, he’s quiet but he offers up good critique. He has a good eye. A genuine desire and enthusiasm to become better. Everyone really likes him.
  • Slowly he becomes less nervous and anxious and more comfortable around the group. He’s not worried that he’s going to be judged or found out and given unfair treatment. 
  • And they notice. Because he laughs more. Even smiles. He lingers once sessions are over. Gets together for coffee when his schedule allows, both after sessions and on days off.
  • He starts bringing in things that Bitty made but he won’t get a chance to eat, or that Bitty made for him to bring.
  • He warns the group when he won’t be able to attend.
  • He slowly starts bringing in more photos, not just local scenery and geese.
  • He brings in photos he takes when he visits the Haus. When Bitty is visiting. When he’s on roadies. He doesn’t show any faces.
  • The photos of Bitty are of his hands. His back and shoulders. There’s a few neck down shots of him working in the kitchen in Jack’s apartment.
  • The group realizes how big a sign of trust this is.
  • Slowly the group puts together WHO Jack is. They each have a quiet oh moment and move on. They have a meeting outside of their meetings without Jack and agree that they really like the person that they’ve gotten to know and don’t want to spook him. They like Jack from Photo Group and don’t care that he’s Jack Zimmermann.
  • They also realize how important Bitty is to him, make the connection from the person in the photos and the baked goods he sometimes brings with him. Again it’s something they decide not to bring up.
  • They don’t say anything when Jack comes in late and tired, looking worse for wear after a game or a long flight. Don’t mention any injuries aside from wishing him a speedy recovery.
  • Jack eventually grows so comfortable that he brings Bitty with him. He doesn’t introduce him as his boyfriend but there’s an instant understanding with everyone in the room. They connect the photos and the baked goods and see the way the two act around each other and make ANOTHER vow. 
  • They love it when Bitty comes because Jack is always at his happiest and Bitty always brings baskets full of goodies. The first time he meets them he asks them all their likes and dislikes and the next time Bitty brings something for each of them.
  • It gets to the point where Bitty is sending Jack in with goodies for birthdays and such when he can’t make it and being like “This is from Eric, he’s sorry he couldn’t make it”
  • They love Jack and Bitty and don’t want to make things awkward and like it’s just an open secret. They know who Jack is and that his friend Eric is his boyfriend but they don’t say anything. And Jack and Bits don’t say anything to them.
  • Bitty invites them over to Jack’s apartment for a dinner party. Something he made for his vlog.
  • And of course because Bits is there he tweets about it and Instagrams it. And Jack Instagrams it. (He has two. One that’s for his photography and is personal and anonymous and one that’s his JZimms official account).
  • And after the party one of the members of the group is just scrolling through their phone when they’re at home/hanging out with friends/family and someone is like “IS THAT JACK ZIMMERMANN?” And they’re like “Yeah, he’s in my photography group.” And they’re just freaking out and the person from the group is like ???? He’s Jack from photo. He’s really chill. He always brings us treats and he’s got a really great eye and he gives really good critique.
You’re My Favorite

In honor of H’s 23 birthday, enjoy this little one shot! :) 

Plot: What to get to the man who has everything?

Warnings: None. 

Three weeks to H’s Birthday:

“Baby,” Harry groaned exasperation. His eyes rolled back and he let his head drop for a moment, appearing to be completely and utterly done with the subject I had been bugging him with for a few hours now as well as over the past days.

Harry’s birthday present.

And still, he was being close to no help. His eyes met mine and I whined, wanting him to take me seriously, because even though we (admittedly) had been discussing this topic a bit too long now, he somehow still didn’t understand my point.
Birthdays were something I took very seriously, especially Harry’s. It was the first time for me to celebrate his birthday with him given that our relationship was only a few months old and all I wanted was him to be showered with love and spoiled silly. I wanted to make him happy.
Planning his day wasn’t the problem, it was easy. I would spend the night before with him, mainly so I could make sure him being spoiled would start early in the morning already (breakfast in bed, maybe some sex) but most of all I wanted to stay with him because I knew how Harry didn’t like having to sleep and wake up alone. It made my heart ache a little bit and fall even more in love with his sensitive and gentle soul and so I liked the idea of him not having to do that on his birthday, too.
Later, we would have lunch with his mother, sister and step-father so we would be able to exchange gifts quietly and just in the presence of his immediate family. Harry absolutely adored them and I knew he’d love being able to be with just his family for a while, before his friends would join us for a dinner at his favorite restaurant. It was a simple plan and wouldn’t entail too many surprises for him, but I knew that would be what Harry enjoyed most. All of his life was always extravagant and a big deal, so I imagined him having simple family time would be just what he’d need.
What had been giving me a headache for a while now was the most difficult question I’d ever had to ask myself. What makes a good present to a person who could buy the world?

“You are so difficult sometimes,” I argued quietly, nudging Harry’s hip with my own.

We were standing in my tiny kitchen and cooking dinner together, well, less cooking and more arguing about his upcoming birthday. The pans were still empty and the table wasn’t set either. Three weeks. I had three weeks left to get him the perfect present and I was absolutely clueless.

Harry laughed. “Says the one who’s been worrying herself silly over a present for a birthday who’s almost a month away.”  

I rolled my eyes. “Maybe I just shouldn’t get you anything then. If I’m just being silly.”

My body turned and I went to reach for two wine glasses, almost dropping them when Harry startled me by wrapping both of his arms around my waist. His chest hit my back and I squealed when his head buried itself into my neck, releasing puffs of hot breath, making me squeal.

“You wouldn’t do that,” he murmured quietly, sounding like a little boy who’d been denied… well, his birthday present.

“Oh wouldn’t I, Styles?” I giggled, squeezing his wrists through the thick material of his grey jumper.

He shook his head, lips ghosting over my skin and I relaxed into him. “Don’t think you would.”

And of course I wouldn’t. But I really was lost. In my imagination, I could see his face lighting up with that beautiful smile of his and his pretty eyes would sparkle in surprise and happiness. I wanted that image to be reality, had seen him wear the expression on other occasions before and I wanted to be the reason why he wore it on his birthday. And the one bloody thing needed for that to happen was missing. An idea.

Two weeks to H’s Birthday:

In my desperate situation I’d called up the only person I could think of, who knew Harry better than anybody else did. His mother. Anne and I were sat in a small cafe just around the corner of where Harry lived. I held my mug of hot chocolate tightly and listened eagerly to the stories Anne had to tell, all of them involving a much younger version of Harry. Anne waved her hands in the air, mimicking Harry’s desperate attempt of rollerblading and I laughed out loud.

“He sounds like he was an incredibly clumsy child,” I giggled.

“Oh he was,” Anne smiled with a nod, “Still is, really. You’ve seen how he used to stumble around on stage. Even broke his foot once, the silly boy.”

“Oh right, I forgot about that!”

Anne chuckled and kindly offered me some of her cookie, which I happily accepted.

“So,” she began, handing me a piece of her desert, “I’m sure there’s a other reason behind you summoning me, other then hearing stories you can mock my son with later.”

I laughed gently and nodded. “Though, I could listed to those stories all day, I did call because I have a problem I was hoping you could help me with.”

A small frown took over Anne’s kind features and she set down her cup. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing too serious,” I quickly assured, not wanting her to worry, “It’s going to sound silly to you, I’m sure. But I just can’t come up with a good idea for a gift for Harry.”

My eyes met hers and I sensed that she was about to ask if I was kidding, because of course it sounded stupid to anyone else, and so I carried on quickly.

“His birthday, is coming closer and closer and I can’t figure out what to get him! That man has everything and if he doesn’t, then he buys it the next day. And even when I finally find something he hasn’t seen before but would love, it costs so much more than what I have! It’s so frustrating ‘cause all I want is to make him happy and surprise him with something nice but I can’t even get him something as simple as clothing! He came around with a cardigan just yesterday that cost £5000! I don’t even own anything that expensive! That piece of clothing he loves, is worth two months of my rent.”

Anne bit her lower lip, her expression serious again and I sighed. I felt so whiny and like an uncreative child, but I really was at my wit’s end.

“It’s the first birthday I get to spend with him and I’m going to fail him completely.”

My eyes lowered to my mug and I tapped the porcelain lightly, feeling defeated.

“Sweetheart,” Anne said kindly, “Harry will love whatever it is you get him. He adores you.”

A small smiled tugged at my lips and I blushed at her words. “I don’t want him to like it simply 'cause it’s from me, though.”

I raised the cup of chocolate to my lips and took a sip, then decided to just come clean with my greatest worry.

“The women he’s been with before me,” I began quietly, avoiding Anne’s patient gaze, “were rich enough to get him the world. What if he realizes that I’m just not… I don’t know. Suitable for his standards?”

The worry sounded stupid when it’d come to my mind the first time, but it’d stayed. Kendall Jenner, the last girl Harry had been involved with before me, was probably just as, if not even richer than he was himself. Same counted for Taylor Swift. They could go wherever he wanted to go, dress just as expensively and rent entire venues for him to host his party. Me? I had to scrap anything I had together every single month so I could afford my tiny apartment in London. Harry of course was aware that I couldn’t afford the same lifestyle as he had, but sometimes, especially when he came around with a £5000 cardigan, I wondered if he was aware how much money he actually had compared to what ordinary people earned.
When I dared looking at Anne again, she surprised me by wearing a bright smile. Both of her hands reached over the table and she took hold of my own, squeezing my fingers in a comforting gesture.

“Him thinking you aren’t suitable for him is absolutely and a hundred percent impossible, Y/N. Believe me.”

“You think so?” I asked timidly.

She nodded, still smiling confidently.

“The women Harry was with in the past,” she shook her head, pausing for a moment, then she continued, “were lovely, sure. But they never stayed around long. They never mattered to him as much as you do. He never brought one home, only introduced them casually over a dinner or sometimes not at all. Trust me, sweetheart, you are the first one he’s let get close to his heart and I can see it every day. You might not notice it because you’ve never seen him without it, but since you’re in his life, there’s an extra sparkle in his eyes and his smile is just a tiny little bit wider. He told me he’s been getting more sleep and that he even learned how to cook. That’s your influence on him, I know that. You’re taking care of him and that means the world. So trust me on this, you give him enough of what he couldn’t get himself every day. No birthday present could ever make you a failure to him.”

“Oh, Anne,” I almost squealed, blinking away the tears forming in my eyes. I squeezed her fingers in return and sniffled, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart.

She squeezed my hands once more and just like her son, her comforting aura was enough to ease me.

“And besides,” she continued in a giggle, “if he thinks I’m getting him anything even remotely close to £5000, he’s gone mad.”

H’s Birthday:

My lips lingered on the warm skin of Harry’s cheek and I giggled when I felt his smile beneath my lips. Harry’s hand found mine on his knee and he interlocked our fingers, humming quietly in appreciation. I could hear Gemma snicker at our interaction and I pressed another kiss to his jaw, then I withdrew. Harry’s eyes found mine and I could read his surprise in them. Normally I wasn’t as touchy feely with him when his family was around, but today I couldn’t help myself. My Harry was officially 23 years old. I couldn’t believe it.
We were sat on the couch in Harry’s living room, Gemma, Anne, Robing, Harry and me. There was cake and coffee on the small table along with the presents we’d bought for him. So far, the day had gone neatly and after the chat I had had with Anne, I felt confident about my choice of present, too.
Harry seemed so happy, relaxed and like he was enjoying himself. Just like I had intended to do, I’d been showering him with love all day long, waking him up with kisses and embracing him every few minutes. For breakfast I’d made him pancakes, bacon and eggs, making sure that the only healthy thing he got was a smoothie. And the sex well, had been mind-blowing.  
I squeezed Harry’s fingers tightly and blushed when he pressed his lips to my own cheek for a moment, as he wasn’t too much into PDA himself either, then he turned to engage in the conversation his family was leading.

“Harry,” Robing began, “I know you’re not a kid anymore, but do you want me to initiate that it’s time for you to get your presents?”

“That would be great,” Harry laughed, letting his arm rest around my waist in a loose hold.

I smiled at him lovingly and felt my stomach flutter when Harry pulled me even closer into his side, sharing his warmth with me. How did he always smell so good?
The first present he opened was Gemma’s. He let go of me and got up to hug her in thanks and joked about how it was the exact same thing he’d been thinking of getting her only weeks ago and she giggled, muttering a “liar” under her breath. Next came Anne and Robin’s present, then came mine. My fingers itched and I swallowed. Though I wasn’t worried about Harry not liking my present, I was very eager to see the excited expression on his face.

“S'big,” Harry said, giving me an impressed glance when he picked up the box I’d wrapped neatly with blue wrapping paper.

He carefully began to pull at it with care as if the paper wasn’t actually meant to be ripped apart and I giggled, resting one of my hands on his shoulder to squeeze it. He was so adorable.
Once finished, he began to tap the cartoon box as if expecting a noise and I giggled at his comedic and silly behavior. Anne shook her head at him but the smile plastered on her face was a big enough sign that she was just as delighted to be here with her son as I was. With careful fingers Harry continued to open the box and my heart squeezed when he smiled instantly.
Since I hadn’t been able to decide on one present for him, I’d gotten him several.
The first item Harry revealed was a bottle of massage oil, his favorite with the soft smell of almond mixed with vanilla. I’d remembered the many evenings where I’d found him on his couch, face a grimace of pain and exhaustion where he claimed nothing could ease and soothe him better than my fingers massaging his tense muscles. Though I was tired on most night when I came home after a long day, I’d always given in. Seeing Harry unhappy was enough of a persuasion to make me help him.

“For when your back is acting up again,” I murmured quietly, allowing my hand to run down Harry’s back in a soothing gesture, “Won’t even complain about it, I promise.”

He chuckled and nodded, setting the bottle to the side before sticking his hand back into the box in search for the next item I’d gotten him.

“Oh I wanted to get that one myself!” Gemma exclaimed when Harry held up the navy blue nail polish.

“Do you think I can pull this color off?” Harry asked me, a smile on his face. “S'a bit flashy, don’t you think?”

“It’s blue, Harry,” I laughed, “Pink would be flashy. And of course you and pull this off. There’s nothing you couldn’t, really.”

The next and last item Harry pulled out of the box was a small journal, similar to the one he already owned.

“I saw yours is almost full,” I explained when Harry smiled at the new journal.

It had the same leather cover as his other one did and since he’d decorated it with small stickers and words, I’d allowed myself to leave my own small message to him. A tiny inscription saying you’re my favorite right at the bottom of the right corner. I’d scraped it into the leather, making it a permanent decoration so he’d have something to remind him of me when we were forced to be apart.

Harry actually blushed when his thumb stroke over the words and he momentarily leaned into my side. My heart hammered in my chest.

“Open it,” I whispered quietly.

He glanced at me briefly, then he opened it slowly. At first he didn’t see it, but once he turned some of the pages he noticed that some of them were already used. And once he began to read what I’d written, he teared up. The grin on his face grew, revealing his loveably dimples and his widened.

“Y/N,” Harry sighed and shook his head.

His fingers kept on running over the paper and he swallowed visibly. He looked as if he found it difficult to believe what his eyes were reading and one of his hands found mine.

“What?” Anne asked, leaning up so she could catch a peek as well.

“They’re just some notes about us,” I explained.

But they weren’t really, not just some notes. I’d filled the pages with small texts and short sentences, all of them about Harry and me. They were tiny stories about us, remembering our first kiss, the one we’d shared standing on Jack’s balcony while all of our friends were celebrating and partying indoors. The second paragraph I wrote about how I’d felt when I’d first met Harry, how excited I’d been and how I hadn’t stopped thinking of him since then. I even admitted that I’d fallen a tiny bit in love with him already.
Harry’s eyes were still teary when he read a few more pages, then he closed the book.

“I love it.”

The words were whispered to the journal, his head held low. His hands clenched around the item and he sniffled noisily. My fingers squeezed his hand and I pressed another kiss to his arm. This was better than having wearing a wide grin. The present, one that I’d gotten him for a reasonable price, had actually made him speechless.

“I’m glad, Harry,” I giggled.

Hope you enjoyed it! Thank you to every single one of you who takes the time to read my one shots! I’m so excited and happy about every note I get. 

Rest of what I wrote: 

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/144920695218/masterlist

The One Where He Forgets

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Summary: Jugheads preoccupied trying to solve Jason Blossom’s murder and forgets your birthday in the process. 

A/N: riverdale imagines soon!!!

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Friday nights were usually quiet for you and Jughead but as of lately, he’d been restless, trying to solve the case of Jason Blossom.

In a way you were glad he had something to focus on – he’d been pretty bummed out over his dad lately.

“Cake?” you ask him, holding out your plate as you join him on your bed. He shakes his head, dragging him thumb over his bottom lip as his eyes skim an article on his laptop.

“What are you reading?”

“Hm? Just – just something,” he shrugs, angling the screen away from you.

That was the only part that sucked.

Since he’d formed his super team with Betty, Archie and Veronica, you’d felt left out. But it didn’t seem fair to complain about him making friends where he lacked in family; you wanted him to be happy, you just wanted to be a part of it.

“So, for my birthday this weekend I was thinking we could just grab dinner. Just you and me,” you raise a brow, “Mom’s out of town as usual and I don’t feel like throwing a party.”

“Isn’t that your favourite pass time?” he asks, smiling slightly as he keeps reading.

“Not since I started dating you,” you nudge him, “I know that stuff isn’t your scene and it’s important to me that we spend my birthday together. It’s our one year anniversary,” you say.

Jughead had crashed your birthday last year, unwillingly, when Archie dragged him to it. The parties you threw were big ones, all social groups at the school came and you liked it that way – everyone mixing together.

You were surprised to see Jughead and somehow the two of you hit it off and ended up dating. Jughead always joked about how it was the most unusual way to start dating someone for him – you were the opposite of his type.

But after a year of dating him, the two of you were almost the same person. You’d adapted each other’s habits and found a way to get around the ones that you couldn’t.

“That sounds perfect, y/n,” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek before turning to his laptop.

You lean against the headboard with a small smile, satisfied. Jughead wasn’t about big romantic gestures, he did small things that touched your heart and you couldn’t wait to see what he did for your one year and birthday. You’d gotten him a few journals and a new lens for his camera to surprise him.


Saturday rolled around and Jughead cancelled early in the morning and you tried to be okay with it. You had all of Sunday, like he had promised.

But deep down you knew Sunday would be the same.

It wasn’t. It was worse.

You glance up at the wall clock at Pop’s, sighing as you take a sip of your milkshake. Your eyes had gone over every detail in the booth. The frayed vinyl on the corners of the chairs. Thepermanent stain on the left side of the table. The broken straw dispenser that only worked if you pushed two fingers through the gap and pulled out a straw yourself, by which time it was all crumpled up and your fingers cut a little.

But still, no Jughead.

At least if he made it by midnight it would still be your birthday and you wouldn’t have spent it alone.

But the clock strikes 12 and you’re still sitting alone in the booth. You rest your head on the table, the cold metal sending chills up your spine.

“Refill?”

You look up to find a waitress with a pot of coffee.

“No thanks,” you mumble, shaking your head. You sling your bag over your shoulder and pick up Jughead’s present, heading for the door. You catch your reflection in it. Your makeup had worn off a little and your dress was all crumpled from sitting down for so long.

And then he appears outside the window, alongside Betty, Archie and Veronica.

You walk out into the carpark, your fists balled up by your sides.

“Shit,” Jughead mumbles, lacing his hands behind his head as he spots you, “I forgot, I’m so sorry,” he says as you reach him. He rests his hands on your shoulders, “I’ll make it up to you.”

“It doesn’t matter,” you sigh, not wanting to make a scene. You hold his present out, “My birthday’s already over but our anniversary isn’t so…”

He takes it out of your hands, staring at you apologetically, “Y/N-“

“It’s fine, Jughead,” you say, stepping away from him. It wasn’t. It wasn’t okay at all.

“It must’ve been important, whatever you were doing-“ you pause, looking over his shoulder at his friends, “I’ll let you get back to it.”

“Wha – no,” he shakes his head, “Come back inside. I’ll buy you dinner.”

“I already ate,” you lie, “I’m just gonna go home. I don’t feel too good,” you force a smile, “I’ll see you at school,” you wave at his friends, “Bye you guys.”

Before he can try stop you, you climb into your car and begin to drive off. You could see him watching you, frustrated with himself, but you leave anyway.


Monday was officially your least favourite day. Usually you loved it because you had first period with Jughead and the two of you would grab breakfast at Pop’s before class, but today, you were dreading it for all the same reasons.

You skip breakfast, getting to school right before the bell.

“I was waiting for you at Pop’s,” Jughead frowns as he leans against the locker next to yours.

“Yeah, I had to come to school early for an assignment,” you lie.

His frown deepens, “You literally just came in. I saw your car pull up,” he inhales deeply, “You’re avoiding me.”

“No,” you say defensively.

He sighs, slumping, “I feel like a total asshole for the weekend. I – I can’t believe I stood you up on our anniversary but I really hate myself for leaving you alone on your birthday.”

“Jughe-“

“Pop told me you didn’t eat a thing all night,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “And even still, when you saw me outside you didn’t get mad, you just left.”

“Did you want me to get mad in front of your friends?”

“No, I just – I don’t understand how you’re so… understanding,” he mumbles, “I’ve been a real dick.”

“Yeah, you have,” you say, closing your locker, “And I’m not that understanding, Jughead. I get hurt by the stuff you do, I just –“

“What?”

“I don’t say anything because I don’t want to lose you. You hate drama and you pretty much hate relationships. I don’t want to push it with you because then you’ll… leave me.”

His eyes widen and he pulls you into a hug, “You do not have to stifle how you feel because you’re afraid to lose me. That will never happen,” he promises, “I love you and you can be mad at me and right now, if I were you, I’d punch me in the face.”

“Your arm will do,” you mumble.

“Huh? OW!” he grumbles, clutching his arm dramatically as you punch him weakly, “I know you can do better than that,” he laughs.

“Wouldn’t want to break your arm,” you scoff.

“Good point,” he nods, “But I give you permission to if I screw up tonight.”

“Tonight?”

He smiles, “I have a very special night planned,” he says, wiggling his brows, “Well, I had a special morning planned but you didn’t show up… we can reheat cereal, right? You don’t mind if it’s soggy, do you?” he teases.

“Shut up,” you laugh, rolling your eyes.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any hance hcs??

Ahhh!!! Yes!!! (idk if this is just random hcs or not but here are some!!!) :

-Hunk!!!! Loves picking up Lance!!!

-Lance loves getting picked up by Hunk!!!! 

-Hunk is so used to Lance just randomly jumping on his back for a piggyback ride that he has a reflex so if someone touches his shoulders in a certain way he’ll immediately go into a crouch

-Lance and Hunk look for songs that have the others theme (Lance: Blue, the ocean, stars) (Hunk: Yellow, earth, the sun) and they sing them for the other

-Lance calls Hunk his Funky Chunky Hunky Monkey, Purely because he heard someone use it once and it had Hunk in it

-Hunk can play the piano and he plays songs on it while Lance accompanies him by singing

-Lance doesn’t know how to play any other song on the piano but the keyboard cat song Hunk loves it tho and plays songs where Lance (playing the keyboard cat song) is the main tune with Hunk doing little rifts around it

-Music Jam sessions!!!!!

-Lance: Hunk I have something incredibly dire to tell you

Hunk: :000000!!!!! Lance are you okay?

Lance: What? Yeah, ‘course, I just wanted to tell you I love you

Hunk: :”““““““““00000!!!!! I!!!! Love you too!!!!

-Lance isn’t very skilled in the cooking department,,,, but he will not let that fact deter him from making a slightly-burnt birthday cake every year for Hunk!!!!!

-Hunk loves his slightly-burnt birthday cakes :”“) his bf tried so hard

It makes me so happy that Bucky shares his birthday with Remus Lupin. I have always felt that they are so similar, in the ways that they both treat themselves and others. The way that they both believe that they are monsters over something they could never have controlled, the losses of their friends and family, fighting not because they want to, but they have their need to protect the ones they love. 

This just makes me so happy.

And you know… also their undying sexy love for their best friends but whatever 

Originally posted by leakycauldron

Originally posted by rohgers

significantfoliage  asked:

The most important MHA question: which of the kids really quietly notes whenever anyone says their birthday and always has a treat for the birthday kid? And it always a surprise because the kid doesn't ask for their birthdays, just listened to other conversations.

OKAY SO

i think Izuku makes notes of their birthdays but i’m not sure he’s the type to actually like.. go out of his way to get them something. like. he’s just gathering info on them b/c he’s analytical like that and that’s just how he is. the actual concept of getting them something honestly doesn’t cross his mind until someone actually brings it up or it’s a few days before someone’s birthday and he’s like ‘OH WAIT’ 

(All Might, similar to Izuku, often forgets birthdays until about the day or so before. he usually has so much on his plate that details like dates and holidays and anniversaries usually slip his mind, but he always tries to make it up as best he can, usually very boisterously)

as for the rest of the class….

  • i think Kirishima is definitely the type to do this. he just quietly makes a mental note when his friend’s birthdays are and he surprises them with a gift and no one ever expects it. it’s always something he thinks is super manly and he always tries to get them something they’d like
  • Iida also does this b/c it’s just the polite thing to do and he’ll get everyone in the class a small, appropriate gift no matter who it is. (usually  it’s something very practical, and he thinks himself very clever for getting them something so useful, tho he does try to match it to their personality) (he may or may not have looked up their birthdays instead of just listening in but)
  • Tsuyu absolutely remembers birthdays and likes to hand-make little cards for her classmates (she’s used to doing this for her younger siblings). she always signs them with a cute little frog doodle
  • shockingly, Aoyama does this. he always makes a note of when someone’s birthday comes up and tries his best to get them the absolute best, amazing, most sparkly gift ever for their special day, b/c any gift from him needs to sparkle just as amazingly as he does. (he usually gets them something in their favorite color) (he does this b/c he really wants to become closer to the class and be on the same level as them and this is one of his ways of doing so)
  • Bakugou also does this but only for the people he actually gives a shit about. but he’s also like….. incredibly bad with giving gifts and showing emotion and being sentimental at all so he usually just tries to be less of an ass to them that day. maybe gives them a couple compliments (framed like insults b/c that’s who he is). tolerates them slightly more than usual. maybe buys them a snack. etc
  • Shouji. he’s got eyes and ears everywhere (literally) so when he hears about someone’s birthday coming up, he’ll get them something small. he tries to personalize gifts, so Tsuyu would get a cute frog plush, or Bakugou would get a cool looking skull shirt, or Izuku would get something All Might themed
  • Jirou. she can listen in on any convo and sometimes she just overhears stuff. she’ll usually just buy some chocolate or candy for them
  • Todoroki. at first he didn’t really pay much attention b/c he just… was so focused on himself and his personal issues and his goals and he didn’t really notice much else around him. but after his fight with Izuku and the incident with Stain, he tries to notice more about the other kids around him, and will secretly try to figure out what they like so he can get them a good gift. he’s super new at this stuff and he doesn’t really know what the proper procedure is, but he really wants to make up for how he was before and he wants to be a better classmate and friend and to make a better impression and he is just so very earnest. (he’ll usually get them something that’s usually a bit… too expensive and extravagant, but still very simple.)
  • Momo. similar to Todoroki, she really just wants to make a good impression and to make her classmates happy b/c she loves being useful and helpful and being nice. she always gets something that’s usually WAYYYY too expensive b/c she grew up super rich and has like no idea that she doesn’t have to spend that much on birthday gifts for her classmates, but she’s just so earnest and she just wants to help and give them a good birthday and none of the kids really fault her for accidentally showing off how rich she is b/c she’s just so cute and earnest and nice and sweet
  • Mic and Aizawa. Mic especially. he always remembers people’s birthdays and tries to make a little party out of it. Aizawa remembers and he usually just gets them something really small (like a gashapon toy or something)

i added a few of the teachers to this, i hope you don’t mind!!!

Isn’t this Illegal?- Peter Parker

Summary: Peter has been really distant lately and you both decided to have a date at an amusement park, which leads to a night you will never forget.

Request: Could you make me a Tom Holland Spider-Man fanfiction in an amusement park?

Word Count: 1023

Paring: Spiderman (Tom Holland) x reader

Genre: Fluff / slightly angsty / slight smut

Warning: None

Authors Note: My friend @meet-me-at-dennys asked me to make this so here you go I tried my best hope it’s not that terrible.

You and Peter had just recently started dating a couple of months ago. Everything was going great…except for the fact that Peter had been really distant towards you recently. You started to wonder, what did I do, what happened and how could you improve yourself to make him at least touch you again. He would stay out late into the night, leave abruptly, scoot away from you when you would try to cuddle with him and he even missed the dates you guys had planned. You were getting really tired of feeling like you did something wrong, so you decided to confront him.

“Peter we need to talk. You say with seriousness evident in your voice.

“Yes, babe,“ Peter asked curiously.

“Why are you ignoring me, what have I done wrong, I will change just please tell me what I did wrong!”, You yelled hysterically sobbing.

Peter rushed over so quickly you almost didn’t realize that he had wrapped his arms around you and started rocking you gently trying to calm you down.

“Y/N, babe I didn’t mean to make you upset I just wanted to surprise you with going to an amusement park for your birthday.”, Peter said calmly not wanting to make you even sadder.

“Really?”, You ask after calming yourself down.

“Really.”, Peter replied.

-A week later-

After the whole crying situation,  Peter decided to take you to an amusement park to make up for all the other dates he missed. When you got there you were amazed by the sound of children laughing, the smell of fair food and the amazing lights that shine like stars in the sky. Everything seems more magical when you’re here with the one you love. You both stayed late into the night you thought you were going to leave soon but Peter just kept walking around enjoying the sights. The park was officially closing so we had to leave. You both walked out of the park holding hands smiling and laughing happy that you both finally had the date that you both needed. You were starting to walk back to the apartment when Peter caught your hand and turned you back around.

Originally posted by dontmesswiththeleprechaun

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Birthday Boy || Jughead Jones

Prompt from anon: I’m in love with your writing, completely and utterly 😍 no rush for this needed but somehow the reader works out when Jughead’s birthday is, despite him trying to hide it, so the reader throws a little surprise for just the two of them and that’s when he realises she’s the ‘one’??? What do you think?

A/N: Fluff ahead! :D

Gif by @veronicallodges

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“Juggie!” Archie called. “Happy birthd—”

Jughead quickly rushed over to the ginger, cupping his hand over his mouth.

“Shh!” Jughead said as he looked around the hallway.

Confident that you weren’t anywhere nearby, he let out a relieved sigh and removed his hand from Archie’s mouth.

“Sorry. Just wanted to make sure Y/N didn’t hear you. Thanks, by the way.” Jughead said looking down, putting his hands in his pockets.

Archie looked at his friend with a confused expression.

“What, do you not want your girlfriend to know when your birthday is or something?” Archie joked.

Jughead frowned and looked down again.

“Never mind.” he said and began to walk off, hoping Archie wouldn’t follow him.

Of course he was wrong.

Archie’s eyes widened.

“Whoa, wait, Jug,” he said, catching up to the raven-haired teen, grabbing his arm.

Jughead stopped.

“Why do you not want Y/N to know today’s your birthday?” he asked.

The beanie-clad teen sighed.

“She… likes to go all-out with events, okay? She’s kind of over the top. Not that I’m complaining!” he quickly added. “It’s just that… her family’s kind of tight on money right now and I don’t want her to feel like she has to throw me this big birthday bash or anything.”

Archie nodded.

“I understand,” he said. “But she’s gonna find out at one time or another, Jug. Want me to “accidentally” let it slip to her?”

Jughead snorted.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll see if I can push it off until next year.” he said and with that, he was off to class.

Archie sighed.

“Why do I have to do everything myself?” he muttered as he walked off to find you.

Later that night, Jughead was lying on the couch at Archie’s watching TV. After careful deliberation, he had finally decided to live at Archie’s for the time being after deciding he could still visit his dad after school and on the weekends to check up on him. Plus, the janitor’s closet was starting to smell.

A knock at the door did nothing to turn Jughead’s attention away from his show.

“It’s open!” he called, not really paying attention to who it could be.

He heard footsteps make their way into the living room, but Jughead didn’t look up. All of a sudden, a box of cherry pie (his favorite) was placed gently on his lap. A card, labeled “Juggie,” was taped on top of it. Then, arms were wrapped gently around his chest and he felt someone kiss his cheek. He quickly turned to see who it was and was greeted by you smiling softly.

“Happy birthday, Jughead.” you said quietly.

His eyes widened.

“Y/N. How-how did you—”

“Archie told me.” you said, cutting him off.

Goddamn it, Archie.

Jughead groaned.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said, pushing his hair back.

You let go of him and he stood up, facing you, the couch the only thing separating the two of you.

“It’s just that… Well… You told me that—”

“We’re tight on money and I tend to go overboard with celebrations,” you giggled. “Archie told me.”

Goddamn it, Archie!

Jughead sighed and you made your way over to him, holding one of his hands in yours.

“Don’t worry about me, okay? And besides… It’s your birthday. If you don’t want me to go overboard, then I won’t. It’s your day after all. That’s why I just got you some pie, a card, and…” you held up the DVDs that were in your other hand. “The Godfather trilogy. What do you say?”

Jughead smiled.

“That’s more than enough. Thank you, Y/N. That sounds great.” he said.

You beamed.

“Okay, good. Now sit down while I get this thing up and running.” you said before turning away, making your way over to the DVD player.

Jughead obliged, sitting down.

How could he get so lucky? What did he deserve to have someone like you? You were so kind, so beautiful, and so funny.

Jughead chuckled quietly to himself.

God, I want to marry—

He froze.

Did he really just think that?

Jughead never thought he would ever get married. Especially after what happened to his parents. Jughead avoided the topic of marriage despite it never coming up between the two of you. It made him uncomfortable and brought up memories of his parents fighting and his mom and Jellybean leaving.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked at you again. You were telling him about what your day had been like so far and your beautiful E/C eyes lit up as you recalled all the details, placing the DVD in the player. You laughed that laugh Jughead loved so much as you told him about that crazy old man who confronted you about the pie in your hands as you walked to the house.

Jughead leaned back into the couch.

Maybe getting married wouldn’t be so bad after all. Especially if the person he was marrying was you.

“…head? Jughead!” you called, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Hmm, what?” he asked, looking up at you.

You rose your eyebrows at him.

“You alright? You looked out of it for a second.” you said as you made your way to the couch, sitting next to him.

Jughead nodded as he put his arm around you. You snuggled into his side and he kissed the crown of your head.

“I’ll tell you later.” he murmured, smiling.

You smiled but stayed quiet.

The movie began to play but during the opening credits, Jughead briefly looked down at your ring finger on your left hand, wondering what your ring size was. He smiled again before turning his attention back to the movie, pulling you closer to him.

All in good time.

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A/N: Ah yes, so much fluff!!! Let me know what you thought!!

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RFA + V/Saeran realize it’s MC’s birthday

Hey all! It’s my birthday today, so I figured now’s as good a time as any to post birthday headcanons. Since I just moved to a new area and know very few people here, I went with more of a “Oh, it’s your birthday???’ vibe rather than (most of them) having known when MC’s birthday is all along.

Requests are open.~


✦ZEN:

  • you had surprised him at rehearsal with some lunch just bc you wanted to see him on your birthday
  • your phone was blowing up w/ messages from your family
  • he didn’t mean to look, but he glanced and saw a “Happy Birthday!” text
  • s h o c k e d why didn’t you tell him??
  • soon as you left, he was calling Seven
    • “Of course I knew!”
    • “Why didn’t you tell me???”
    • “Figured she’d tell people if she wanted them to know…”
  • welp he was supposed to be rehearsing all day but he wasn’t about to spend all day w/o you
  • so he told his director who totally understood and then left
  • showed up with a dozen roses
    • “Happy Birthday, my princess.”
    • “How did you–”
    • “I saw your phone - I’m sorry. But you deserve to be spoiled today.”
  • spent the rest of the day doing just that

✦Yoosung:

  • bright and early, Seven was calling him
  • he figured this boy needs all the help he can get
    • “Today is what?!” omg what is he going to do he’s got nothing planned!
  • spent all morning shopping - flowers, groceries, he has everything put away before you’d even had your usual morning call
  • when you did call, he hoped you’d mention your birthday but you didn’t
  • he invited you over and you happily agreed
  • you were totally shocked when you arrived and his apartment was decorated for your birthday
  • and something smelled wonderful
  • greeted you at the door w/ a kiss and flowers
    • “Happy Birthday, MC~!”
  • he cooked two of your favorite meals for lunch and dinner and you spent all day cuddling and watching romance movies

✦Jaehee:

  • she had asked you a while ago because she kept all the files of RFA members up-to-date
  • she’d made a note on her calendar and had it remind her a week in advance there’s no catching her off guard
  • but you hadn’t mentioned it since? to her or any of the members?
  • you forgot she knew tbqh
  • she assumed this meant you didn’t want a huge fuss but she wanted to do something
  • she ended up making a small cake for you the day before to wake up to the next morning
  • and she turned off your alarm she had worked through enough birthdays and you deserved the day off
  • closed the bakery early to spend more time with you
  • you couldn’t believe she remembered! you didn’t think you could love her any more but you were wrong
  • spent the rest of the day cuddling under blankets watching whatever you wanted to watch Zen’s musicals were definitely part of it tho

✦Jumin:

  • you had pointedly not told him bc you knew it would be over the top and you felt guilty
  • the boy already buys you basically anything you show the slightest interest in
  • you breathed in the direction of a designer toilet seat once and it took like three hours to convince him it wasn’t a hint that you wanted it does anyone need something like that jfc
  • but he found out on the day of, when you got a call from your parents singing Happy Birthday to you
  • you were embarrassed
    • “I didn’t want to make a big deal about it…”
  • too late, he had already picked up his phone
    • “Jaehee, cancel all my plans for the day. It is MC’s birthday.”
  • bc it’s Jaehee, she foresaw this outcome and had not scheduled him anything today anyway
  • he made you strawberry pancakes and served them to you in bed
  • had the chef make your favorite meals the rest of the day
  • bc he couldn’t resist, he bought you a new dress and jewelry to match but otherwise did a good job respecting that you didn’t want it to be a spectacle

✦Saeyoung:

  • he knew of course, he’d known since day one
  • but you didn’t know he knew
  • which means his surprise party would be extra surprising he only hoped you liked that kind of thing
  • sent you on a scavenger hunt while he got everything ready, your party was totally space-themed
  • by then, you realized he knew
  • but you thought the scavenger hunt was it
  • so when it led you to his house, you were just expecting him with a goofy grin and honey buddha chips or something
  • then the door sang Happy Birthday to you which you loved
  • when you came in and all of RFA yelled “Surprise!” you almost cried
    • “I didn’t want anyone to feel like I was expecting anything so I didn’t tell anyone…thank you so much.” you felt so special
  • lots and lots of kisses and cuddles and making everyone tell you two to get a room

✦V:

  • you were cooking lunch when you finally said something out of necessity
    • “Oh, my parents are insisting on taking me out to dinner for my birthday tonight…I’d love it if you came, too.”
  • you heard him set his pipe on the table and you turned around
  • he was silent for a moment
    • “…It’s your birthday?”
  • he looks hurt oh no this is not what you wanted
  • you had started to ramble, wanting him to understand
    • “Oh, I didn’t tell anyone! It’s honestly…just another day for me. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”
  • he made his way to the kitchen and placed a kiss on your cheek
  • felt around for your hands and laced his fingers through them
    • “Of course I’ll go to dinner with you. But can I make the day at least a little special for you?”
  • how can you say no to that
  • so you two dressed up and took lots of pictures together and he takes lots of you
  • they turned out amazing even with his limited vision

✦Saeran:

  • woke up w/ a groan and Saeyoung standing over him
    • “So what are you gonna do for MC for her birthday?”
  • what
  • was he supposed to know it was your birthday?
  • is that a thing he’s supposed to do? shit
  • deadpan stare, Saeyoung was almost sure he was gonna get punched
    • “…got any ideas?”
    • “Oh! Oh! Tons!”
  • he turned them all down
  • in the end he went with something pretty simple
  • surprised you with ice cream and your favorite cookies
  • and promised to do whatever you wanted all day pls don’t abuse it
  • you were super touched and looked at him with surprise
    • “But…how did you know? I didn’t tell anyone.”
  • you both ended up glaring at a snickering Saeyoung
  • while you were both secretly grateful bc it was a really nice day