𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭✶ (DISCONTINUED)

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

(A/n; it's my fuckin' birthday, mate. Gotta make a birthday special so pretend today is...Your birthday, or anyone's birthday 'cause this is for Y/n, yipe‼️)

...

It was the holidays, and it was also Y/n's birthday.
Y/n was in the air, riding his broom, feeling all giddy because he got to visit his family again. 'I get to make a pie for Isabella again.' he grinned.

Y/n flew down right in front of the bakery and took a deep breath. However just as his hand hovered over the door, his heartbeat quickened, and he pulled back.
He's too excited he feels like he's about to scream once he gets inside. 'What's wrong with me?!' He cannot stop smiling.

Again, he tried to pull the door open, but, his hand was hesitating. 'PLEASE JUST OPEN THE DOOR.' He internally screamed.
The door opened and Y/n made eye contact with a customer. He awkwardly bowed and backed away so the woman could walk out.

As he watched the woman walk away from the bakery, he went back to the door.
He took another few deep breaths, 'Just...' His hand hovered over the doorknob, 'Do it!' He twisted it and swung it open, stepping a single foot inside.
Immediately, he heard a loud pop and confetti landed on him.

He looks to his sides, and sees his parents, smiling and laughing. His eyes softened.

"Happy birthday!"

The three spoke in sync and went to hug Y/n. Y/n hugged them back, and his lips trembled.
The other workers came out from the kitchen, bringing a cake. That made Y/n teared up, crocodile tears pooled from his eyes. God, this is the best day of his life.

His mom hugged him to comfort him, "Baby, don't cry!"

"I'm sorry..." Y/n chuckles, "It's just...It's been too long." He sighed.

His mother pulled away before peppering his face with kisses, "We miss you too!"

"Mo–Mom!"

"Aw, look at the big baby!" Isabella pulls out a camera and takes a picture of them, "Isabella!" Y/n whines, but smiles at the camera.

After Isabella puts down the camera, Y/n looks over at the cake, and it is his favourite flavour, "Should I cut the cake?"

"Not yet, sweetheart, your friends haven't arrived yet!"

Y/n paused, "Friends?"

"We invited your friends, silly!"

Wait.

Before Y/n could think of anything, he heard a weird noise from the front door.
And before he could comprehend, the door broke, and his family stared in shock. 'Our door!!!'

"Sorry." He heard a familiar voice. And behind the door, which was carried by someone, was Mash– and, the other behind him.

"Mom! How much did you...Did you invite?!" Y/n's mouth gaped.

"...Well, maybe we did send a letter to your school that it was your birthday...We didn't think you'd have this many friends." She tried to play it off.

Y/n covered his face in embarrassment before they all entered, "Wow, you've made...Lots of friends, huh." Isabella teased.

They all took their tables, and Y/n just couldn't have them looking at him while he cut his cake, but before he could retreat to the kitchen to calm down, one of the servers grabbed him by the wrist, silently telling him to stay.

"Don't do this to me!" Y/n whispered and yelled at him.

He looked over at the tables, realizing his parents were giving them...The menu?!
'They're making their order.' Y/m thought in disbelief. 'THIS IS EMBARRASSING, I CAN'T–' He's about to sob in embarrassment. But took another deep breath.