#HAPPY BDAY JESS YAYAYAYAY

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Common day.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎2015 Bill Kaulitz × female reader

Warnings: fluff & lemon(?.....idk...), this is definitely a "drabble", super hyper mega CHEESY and TACKY(?) etc etc, Bill celebrating an "ordinary day" with reader who hates her own birthday.

Author's note: THIS IS ACTUALLY MADE FOR MY POOKIE BEAR @httpkaulitz !!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ILYSM sou sua fa numero um jess ^_^ english isn't my first language and blablabla sorry for any mistakes.

Since you were a child, you have always hated your birthday. It wasn't because of getting older itself, but because of the obligation of fake smiles, unwanted attention and worst of all, that "Happy Birthday" that left you embarrassed. Anyway, it was more like an annual reminder of shameful situations, an uncomfortable reminder of how you still hadn't managed to do what you planned and how time passed quickly.

Bill, your boyfriend, knew this. He was surprised when you talked about it after all, who doesn't like their own birthday? With all the sweets and celebration? - was what he asked before you gently slapped his arm. You had heard this question so many times that it was boring to answer it, you just wanted your birthday to be a normal day, maybe a little sweet treat and that's it. Even though you hated this date, Bill thought about how to respect your wish of not celebrating your birthday and at the same time celebrate it in a discreet way, so that it doesn't bother you so much. Thinking about it, he decided he needed to do something, even if it was small but without mentioning your birthday, without balloons, without parties and the unnecessary attention that he knew you hated.

During the morning, Bill woke up earlier than usual and went to the kitchen, trying to prepare something for breakfast for his beloved girlfriend. Bill was happy inside, that date might have been hated by you, but it was the date you were born and imagine if you weren't born? he wouldn't even have the chance to meet someone so special. He decided to opt for something simple but that you liked, a sweet cheese pie, some fresh fruits and a black coffee that he knew you loved. He prepared everything and placed it on a plate, decorating the plate with the fruits.

As it arrived at 11:00 in the morning, Bill decided he would wake you up, even though he knew how much you hated being woken up "early". Mentally he made a deal - not to mention your birthday at all, just act like it was a normal day, right? It's not like he prepared any gifts for you. (yes, he did)

Bill approached the bed with slow steps, not wanting to make too much noise and opened the door to the room shared by the two of you. He made his way to the bedside table, placing the pie and cup of coffee there, at least for now. As soon as he placed your breakfast there, his eyes searched your petite form, seeing you curled up in a ball, covered in several blankets. Not wanting to delay too much, he lowered himself onto the bed, gently climbing onto the bed, making the material jiggle a little as he moved closer to you. "Hey sleepyhead." He whispered lightly, gently taking his hand to your hair, stroking your strands. His voice sounding like velvet and chocolate mixed together, calm and sweet. His eyes watched you as you flinched in response, letting out a long "Mmh..", your hands grabbing the blankets, pulling the fabric to cover your face.

"Come on." He murmured, his two large hands making their way to the blankets, pulling them down, seeing your sleepy expression, which made him chuckle lowly, bringing his face closer to yours to place a tender kiss on your temple. "I made you breakfast in bed." He said, the smell of warm, fresh coffee, along with the comforting and delicious smell of sweet cheese pie, filling the air and entering your nostrils, making your mouth water for a few seconds. "Open those pretty eyes for me, sweetheart. I wanna see your beautiful face first thing today." His voice was low and slightly husky, full of admiration for you.

Slowly opening your eyes, you looked at the boy in front of you, unable to contain a smile that almost instinctively appeared genuinely on your lips. "Breakfast in bed, hm?" You responded to him, taking his hand to pull him closer, covering him with the blankets that were on top of you, creating an extremely comfortable "cocoon". He opened a smile when he heard your sleepy voice, his eyes almost becoming a straight line because of his smile. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him - if that was possible, nuzzling against the warm skin of your neck, taking in your scent. "Yep, I figured we could have a nice, quiet morning together before anything else happens today. Just you and me." He suggested, his voice vibrating against the curve of your neck, his lips brushing against the soft skin. His beard, even though it was almost non-existent, tickled you, making you laugh slightly and move away briefly. "I love you so much, Y/n." He breathed out, pressing an affectionate kiss against your pulse point. In response you just closed your eyes, your smile getting bigger, he was so caring and it melted your heart. "I love you too, Bill." Your answer made Bill's heart swell with happiness, making him move closer to you, gently pressing himself against your body. "That's all I need to hear." He whispered one last time before capturing your lips in a kiss that started out quite sweet and calm and gradually grew more passionate as he explored your mouth. "Mmm..love this mouth." He growled against your lips, breaking the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and throat, leaving behind a trail of steaming heat. You whined at the contact of his lips on your neck, tilting your head back, letting him have easier access to kiss and mark that area as much as he wanted.

"You almost made me forget that you have to eat your breakfast." He said, more to himself than to you, moving away from your throat, looking at your expression which was now extremely red because of this small but teasing action. "Ugh. Don't tease me!" I protested embarrassedly, gently slapping him on the shoulder, eliciting a fake "ouch" from his lips, followed by a low laugh that dared to escape his throat. "I'll give you that kind of attention later. Now let's focus on eating breakfast before it gets cold!" He gently adjusted his posture, getting out from under the covers, momentarily turning his back to you, turning to face you to show you the pie he had made. You adjusted your posture, sitting on the bed, placing your back against the headboard. You brought your hands to the plate, only for Bill to push the plate away from your hands, not letting you take the plate. "Nuh-uh, I want to feed you!" "No way! I'm not a kid anymore, you know." "Please, the pie is delicious I promise. :(" he begged, pouting, looking at you with those brown eyes. Sighing, you just nodded, earning an immediate happy smile from Bill.

"Open up for me, princess." He teased gently, using his fork to gently poke your lips, making you sigh once again and open your mouth, letting him feed you the pie he had made. The flavor seemed to explode in your mouth, it was sweet and savory at the same time. Even though you hated the mix of sweet and savory, the pie provided a contrast of flavors, a strangely good contrast. "That's really good!" You said as you chewed the pie, speaking clumsily with your mouth open as you looked at Bill, who looked back at you and let out a low laugh. "See? I told you." He beamed at what you said, his face showing a little surprise due to your very positive reaction to the taste of the pie. His thumb went to your face, caressing your cheek gently as he fed you another small piece of the pie, watching your reactions against the flavors of the pie, his gaze passing briefly over your figure before returning to look at your face again.

After you tasted the pie, Bill tasted it too, wanting to see if it was really good, so the two of you were eating and laughing at the comments you made to each other. You were happy that he didn't throw a party to celebrate your birthday but something very simple, respecting your wishes.

Seeing your relaxed expression, knowing how happy you were without the stress of your birthday, Bill decided that now was the perfect time for one more surprise. "Well. Now, I have a little something for you, Y/n." He said, humming with happiness, slipping out of bed quickly and darting towards his closet. A few seconds later, he returned carrying a small box with a shining star on top, handing the small box into your hand, looking at your face curiously, studying your reaction. "For me? You didn't need to, silly." You said, taking the box, opening it and seeing a small necklace with a four-leaf clover pendant. "It's supposed to bring you luck, you know? On common days." Bill smiled, climbing onto the bed, gently taking the necklace from your hand, settling in behind you and gently brushing your hair aside to place the necklace around your neck. The way he spoke and was putting on the necklace made you smile almost automatically, he was just the most perfect boyfriend in the world.