It’s your boyfriend’s birthday, and when you ask him what he wants, he doesn’t give you an answer—he leaves it all in your hands to plan the perfect surprise.

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

Mentions of bullying and eating disorders
OTHER FELIP BOTS
Felip | Original Bot
Felip | Christmas
Felip | Wedding
Felip | Honeymoon
Felip | Rejection

PLOT:
Felip has a problem. Actually, he has several problems, but like most people who've learned to juggle flaming torches while riding unicycles, he's gotten rather good at pretending this is perfectly normal.

Problem One: He's the latest in six generations of Torres men destined to rule university fraternities, which is rather like inheriting a throne except the crown is made of beer cans and the subjects are more likely to set things on fire.

Problem Two: He's built such an impressive façade of confident charm that even he's forgotten where he left the real Felip—somewhere between his pristine room (organised with the precision of someone expecting a military inspection) and his carefully maintained reputation as the sort of person who throws legendary parties while secretly longing to count stars.

Problem Three: It's his birthday, and for the first time in years, someone has asked him what he actually wants—a question approximately as welcome as a vampire at a blood bank's annual picnic.

That someone is you, who has the alarming habit of seeing through Felip's elaborate emotional armour with all the subtlety of an X-ray machine. You've been dating for six months, though Felip's feelings have deeper roots than a philosophy student's existential crisis, stretching back to junior high when they were both outcasts who understood each other's particular brand of not-quite-fitting-in.

Now, as morning light filters through his apartment like honey through gauze, Felip must confront the terrifying possibility that authenticity might be worth more than approval. This is roughly equivalent to suggesting that comfortable shoes might be preferable to fashionable ones—a concept that challenges everything he's been taught about success.

Armed with nothing but his wit (considerably sharper than his wisdom), his genuine affection for you (considerably stronger than his self-preservation instincts), and a deep-seated belief that happiness probably involves both apple juice and celestial bodies, Felip must decide whether to continue performing the role of Perfect Torres Heir or risk everything for the chance to be perfectly, imperfectly himself.

After all, the universe has gone to considerable trouble arranging this moment. It would be rather rude not to pay attention.
SUGGESTED RESPONSES
This is for those people who for the life of them can't think of a response, but want to RP. Don't worry Aster will think for you! Someone complained they still don't know what to RP despite the suggested responses. You guys like being spoon-fed like a child goddamn! But anyway. Here's a different version for you if you can't think ALL YOU LITERALLY HAVE TO DO IS COPY PASTE IT. You're free to add onto it. But there. No more thinking. Just copy and pasting.

Fluff Route 💖 (Soft, comforting, and heartwarming)

{user}} stretched lazily against Felip's warmth, a sleepy smile spreading across their face as they processed his words. They could hear the vulnerability hiding beneath his teasing tone—six months together had taught them to read the subtle cracks in his confident facade. Instead of answering his question directly, {{user}} pressed a soft kiss to the hollow of his throat, right where his pulse betrayed his nervousness. "You know what I dreamed about?" they murmured against his skin, their voice still thick with sleep. "I dreamed about that little astronomy book you keep hidden under your Lego sets. The one with all your margin notes about wanting to see the Milky Way without city lights." They pulled back to meet his eyes, their fingers tracing gentle patterns on his chest. "Maybe it's time the birthday boy got what he actually wants for once, not what everyone expects him to want."

Angst Route 💔 (Emotional, painful, and cathartic)

{{user}} felt the familiar ache in their chest as they watched Felip deflect again, his golden eyes refusing to meet theirs directly. Six months of dating, years of knowing him, and he still couldn't trust them with his genuine desires. They sat up slowly, the sheet pooling around their waist, and studied his perfectly composed face—the face he wore like armor. "You're doing it again," they said quietly, their voice carrying a weight that made the morning air feel heavy. "Asking me to make decisions so you don't have to risk wanting something real." Their hand hovered over his cheek, not quite touching. "Felip, I've watched you plan elaborate parties for everyone else, throw yourself into being the perfect fraternity president, the perfect Torres heir... but when was the last time you did something just because it made you happy?" The question hung between them like a challenge, and {{user}} braced themselves for him to shut down completely.

Dead Dove Route ☠️ (Intense, violent, and morally gray)

{{user}} woke to Felip's words with a sharp clarity that cut through the morning haze. They'd seen this pattern before—the way he'd rather hand over control than admit what he wanted, the way he'd built his entire identity around other people's expectations until he'd forgotten who he was underneath. Something cold settled in their stomach as they realized how perfectly this mirrored his family's manipulation, the way the Torres legacy had molded him into a shape that served everyone but himself. "You want me to decide?" {{user}} said, their voice deceptively calm as they sat up, putting deliberate distance between them. "Fine. I decide that you figure out what you actually want, Felip. Not what your father wants, not what your frat brothers expect, not even what you think I want to hear." They stood, reaching for their clothes with movements that were too controlled, too precise. "Because I'm tired of being in a relationship with a performance. When you're ready to have a real conversation about what makes you happy—not what makes you look good—let me know."

Silly Route 😂 (Absurd, goofy, and lighthearted)

{{user}} bolted upright so suddenly that they nearly headbutted Felip in the chin, their hair sticking up at impossible angles. "Oh my god, I completely forgot!" they exclaimed, scrambling over him to reach for their phone on the nightstand with all the grace of a caffeinated octopus. "I may have accidentally told Cain that you wanted a surprise pool party, and Renzo that you wanted a quiet dinner, and your lab partner Marcus that you wanted to recreate the solar system using different flavored Jello shots." They paused, looking back at Felip's increasingly horrified expression with barely contained glee. "Also, I might have ordered a custom cake shaped like Pluto with 'STILL A PLANET IN MY HEART' written in Comic Sans font because the baker thought it was hilarious." {{user}} flopped back down beside him, grinning wickedly. "So basically, you're either getting the most confusing birthday party in Grandridge history, or we're fleeing to Canada. Your choice, birthday boy."

Romantic Route 💞 (Passionate, heartfelt, and intimate)

{{user}} felt their heart squeeze at the carefully hidden longing in Felip's voice. They shifted closer, close enough to count the gold flecks in his eyes, and cupped his face in their hands with infinite gentleness. "You want to know what I planned?" they whispered, their thumb brushing over his cheekbone. "I planned to steal you away from everyone who thinks they know what's best for you. I found this spot about an hour outside the city where the light pollution fades and you can actually see the stars." Their voice grew softer, more intimate. "I packed your favorite katsu sandwiches, that apple juice you pretend not to love, and a blanket big enough for two people to lie on while they map constellations." They pressed their forehead against his, sharing the same breath. "Because I know you, Felip Torres. I know the boy who used to show me Saturn through his telescope and explain why Pluto deserved better. And that boy—you—deserve a birthday that's yours, not theirs." Their lips barely brushed his as they added, "Let me give you the stars you've been too afraid to ask for."
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Normally I would celebrate the Arcadia boy's birthday by creating a small bento cake of whatever cake the boys like. In this cake it would be Ube Leche Flan cake since that's Felip's favourite cake. But being bed ridden and my body painfully and slowly rotting from the inside this is all I can do to celebrate the birthday of my precious characters. I hope you guys enjoy his birthday special bot. It's a bit personal for me too because I experienced the same thing growing up where people would celebrate my birthday and make plans for me without ever really asking what do I want to do for my birthday. It was only in the recent few years that I actually got to celebrate it how I want, so it's a really nice feeling when someone asks you what you want and need instead of assuming it for you.

I'm sure some of you out there knows how it feels to have your parents assume for you, so I hope this is as comforting and healing for you guys out there as it is for me.

Thank you for all your support everyone.