#HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMMA🤍

[mamaestapa]

second hand smoke is fucking me up rn -

im hearing Luca ~ just soft like omg I love you sex

You’re Everything|| Luca Fantilli

• pairing: Luca Fantilli x Emma (aka the one and only Mrs. Hischier)

• summary: soft sweet sex with Luca

• warnings: SMUT! unprotected p in v sex (wrap before you tap!) hair pulling, some praise, luca being hot and sweet af, i think that’s all-

a/n: THIS IS FOR MY BESTIE...its mrs. hischiers bday!!! go show her some love, send her some pics of her men, its her day<3 i love you so much @emaanemaa🤍

Luca placed his hand on your thigh with a smirk plastered on his lips. His long, skilled fingers slowly trailed up your tummy before eventually resting on the side of your left breast. He reached around your back with one hand, unclasping your bra with ease. The black lace material fell from your chest, leaving you fully exposed for your boyfriend. You blushed as you saw Luca looking over your naked body laying underneath him. You were starting to grow bashful as his hazel eyes stayed glued to your figure. You tried to cover your most intimate areas from him, but Luca gently grabbed your wrists and shook his head.

It's not like he hasn't seen you naked before, but something about this specific time with Luca had you feeling a bit self conscious of you and your body.

"Don't." he said sternly, pulling your hands away from your bare breasts. HIs lips curled into a sultry smile. "There's no need to be shy, sweeheart. You look absolutely gorgeous."

Luca pulled his boxers down his long legs and threw them to the side of the bed with the rest of yours and his clothes. Your eyes fell to Luca's impressive erection. Lust filled your eyes as you eyed him, his doing the same as he eyed you. Luca leaned down to capture your lips in a soft, sensual kiss before he proceeded to ask that one question he always asked you during times like this.

"Is this OK?"

You nodded harshly, not able to wait anymore for the feeling of Luca inside you. Luca hovered over you, his chain dangling over your face as he gently grabbed your hand. He entwined his hand with yours, holding it as he kissed you with passion. Luca pulled away and lined his pelvis up with your entrance before carefully inserting himself into your dripping core. Luca thrusted into you, causing you to whine and make your hips jerk upwards at the sensation.

"O-Oh!" you gasped out at the pleasurable feeling of your boyfriend, "Fuck Luca."

Luca used a hand to grip your hips, trying to control your movements every time he trusted into you. Your nails clawed feverishly at his back as his thrusts grew more sensual and even deeper. You whimpered as Luca's cock pushed against your cervix, hitting that spot only he was able to achieve. You were overcome with a feeling of pleasure, something you hadn't felt in a while considering your boyfriend was away for a series of away games. Arching your back, you moaned out Luca's name as you grew overstimulated.

"Luca," you whimpered, making the boy above you groan. You bit back your moans as you continued. "S' too," you breathed out, "mhm, much."

"You can take it, beautiful." Luca grunted. He knew both of you were needy and deprived of eachothers touch; however, he made sure to be gentle with you. Luca was always gentle with you.

Your breathing picked up as you brought your hands up to Luca's head that was buried in the crook of your neck, sucking softly at the skin. You pulled on the strands of his messy head of dirty brown hair. Luca buried his face further into your neck, groaning softly. The vibration of his groan against your skin made your body jolt with pleasure. Both of your bodies molded together perfectly. It was like you were meant to be together, moving in perfect sync with the others movements.

You moaned as Luca picked up the pace of his thrusts. He took a hand away from your hips and grabbed your other hand. Luca was now holding both of your smaller hands in his as he made love to you.

"You're so beautiful." He said under his breath, "Taking me so well."

"Oh Luca," you moaned, your face contorting into that look of pleasure your boyfriend loved dearly. A bead of sweat trickled down Luca's forehead as he let out a grunt.

"God Emma," he said through gritted teeth as your walls clenched around his length, "you feel so good."

Your chest harshly heaved up and down as your breathing grew quicker with each thrust of his hips. You felt a familiar warmth pool in your belly. You were getting close.

"I'm so close." You whined as Luca thrusts sped up. He squeezed your hands gently as he kissed you passionately. Both of your moans filled Luca's bedroom as his hips pressed against yours.

"Luca," you whimpered into your boyfriend, "I'm gonna-mmh.” you moaned incoherently. Making Luca smirk as his chest heaved right along with yours.

"That's it," Luca grunted as he urged you to finish, "cum for me, sweets."

Luca moaned as your walls tightened around him, signaling that you were very close to coming down from your high. Within moments, you cried out in complete bliss as you came on your boyfriends cock. Luca's grip on your hands tightened as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you were overcome with pleasure. Luca grunted as he thrusted into you a couple more times before he himself came. The two of you were now glistening and sticky with sweat. He leaned down and kissed your plump lips as you both caught your breath and came down from your high. Luca pulled away from your lips and rested his forehead on yours as you both recovered from your orgasm. Once Luca's breath evened out he pulled out of you and plopped down on the bed next to you

"That was amazing." you breathed out, chest still heaving. Luca chuckled, "You were amazing as always Emma." He leaned in to place a sweet kiss to your lips. Pulling away he loving gazed at you as he spoke, "The best I've ever had."

You blushed at his words. Luca always knew how to make you feel good. Luca opened his arms and gestured for you to come closer to him. You moved yourself closer to his body and curled up against him. You laid your head on Luca's chest as he draped his left arm around you and pulled the comforter over your naked bodies. You sighed in contentment as you listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"I love you so much Luca."

"I love you more, pretty girl. You’re everything.”

hi loves!!

this is for my bestie, my platonic soulmate, one of the best writers on this app, the girl who made me buy lingerie and supports all my delulu: @emaanemaa. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!! i hope you have the best day ever. i love you so much🤍🤍

i hope you all enjoyed this! this is my first time ever writing about luca, so i hope it was good for all you luca lovers ;)

more fics coming soon! as always, thank you for your love and support. you all mean so much to me☺️

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Australian Grand Prix 2024

“look, phee! that’s daniel. can you say hi daniel?” max pointed to the australian man who was entering the red bull motorhome. it was ophelia’s first time attending a race so max wanted to make sure she was okay at all times. that meant that ever since the verstappen family entered the paddock, max had ophelia in his arms, even when he had interviews.

daniel approached the family of three with a giant smile plastered on his face. “hi, little miss phee.” he waved at the three year old girl. “are you having fun?”

ophelia was a shy kid. when you and max would get invited to one of your friends kids’ birthday party, ophelia would always stay with you or max. she wasn’t interested in playing with the other kids.

“it’s okay, phee, daniel is a friend.” max encouraged the girl.

“you’re daddy’s friend.” ophelia said in a low voice that daniel could barely hear.

“yeah, your dad has loads of friends here. you want to meet them?” he asked.

“tell mommy we are going to meet daddy’s friends. we’ll be right back.” max gave ophelia a kiss on the cheek.

“we are . . meeting daddy’s friends!” ophelia told you with a giggle. if there was anyone who could get ophelia to open up, daniel was the man.

“okay, but come back soon. mommy is going to miss you so much.” you stood up from your chair and gave ophelia a kiss. you looked at max, who was too excited for ophelia to meet the rest of the drivers. “have fun.” you kissed max’s lips, but ophelia playfully moved max’s face away from yours.

“that’s my mommy.” ophelia told max.

“what? no way! she’s mine!” max played along as him and daniel walked out of the motorhome in search of their friends. you watched as your boyfriend and daughter laughed making some people passing by see that max enjoyed being a dad so much.

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FAKE IT ‘TILL YOU MAKE IT, phase one:

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💌 from me to you: i heard it’s thanksgiving in the us so happy thanksgiving to all of you!! thank u so much for all the love in part one, but here’s where the fun really begins. also, thank u for the 500 reblogs <3 i love u all so much and i’m thankful for all of u. 🤍

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user1 it’s so funny to me how the hischiers always like emma’s pics like they love her 😭

miaturner YOURE SO FINE HELP HELP HELP CALL THE COPS

emmaroberts miaturner mia you’re mentally challenged but i love you a lot

user2 it’s not even been five minutes since she’s posted and nico’s already in the likes

user3 user2 and so is nina so???? your point??

tmeier96 Why was I not invited 😢

emmaroberts tmeier96 next time we’ll call you promise

user4 ok. have u guys seen nico’s story

user5 user4 omg yes do you think they were dining together

user6 user5 user4 it wouldn’t be THAT much of a surprise bc they’ve been friends for AGES

user4 user6 you’re right i guess 🤷‍♂️

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THE FLORAL perfume you had chosen for the night was bothering you, yet you had no one to blame but that one lady at Sephora who offered you a huge deal and made you buy it even if you didn’t like it that much.

Realistically speaking, you knew that the perfume wasn’t really the issue here. You were nervous about this whole fake-dating thing, even if you’d been your idea to begin with.

Lying and faking things weren’t really your deal. As a child, you’d always get in trouble because you could never lie properly. Growing up, you also faced your own problems because you can’t lie.

But you really want to help Nico.

Tonight’s Luke’s 21st birthday, and you had been invited to his little birthday dinner, a small celebration with people from his team and close friends, which included you. Although, you’re going more as a plus one than a friend, but Luke doesn’t need to know that.

A knock on your bedroom door has you turning your head around, facing Nico as he leans on the door frame and crosses his arms in front of you.

“You look nice,” he compliments you, and you smile, putting your arms behind you.

“Thanks. So do you.”

“So,” he claps his hands, sighing. “Are we ready? What’s the game plan for today?”

You take a deep breath, mentally repeating the “plan” you’ve been working on.

“Okay, this is what we’re going to do tonight, and Nico, you have to take this really seriously or else—”

“You sound really scary right now—”

“Nico.”

“Okay,” he pouts. “Go ahead.”

“All of your teammates are going to be there tonight and if anyone is going to help us fool Nora Ellis, it’s them,” you walk around the room, moving your hands as you explain your thoughts. “If we make ‘em believe that we are very much in love and together, then we’ll be safe.”

“That will be kind of hard,” he shrugs. “We’ve been friends for a while and we’re close but… I don’t know.”

“Nico,” you step closer, standing in front of him. “For this lie to work, you have to believe it. We have to believe it. It’s the only way we’ll be able to make this work.”

He whistles. “You know a lot for someone who can’t lie to save her life and started crying when I asked you if you had turned my jerseys pink when you decided that washing them with Nina’s pink shirt was a good idea.”

You roll your eyes and bite your lips, trying to hide your smile. “I just read tons of books.”

“When was the last time you—”

“This isn’t relevant right now!” you point your finger at him. “What’s relevant is: we need to make your teammates believe we’re together and in love. Think you can make it?”

Nico smirks, poking your cheek with his finger.

“When have I ever backed out of a challenge?”

“You’ve been around Jack for too much time, you’re getting too cocky,” you joke, crossing your arms. “So, the second part of your plan: PDA, pet names and touching.”

“Go on, little genius.”

“Lots of touching,” you say, feeling your cheeks get warm as you emphasize the word lots, making you want to look elsewhere. You don’t. “Lots of PDA and I guess we can squeeze some pet names in there too.”

“What?” he chuckles. “Want me to call you baby? Sweetheart?”

You spend the next five seconds forcing your face to remain red-less and your heart to stop beating so fucking fast— you were afraid Nico might hear it, considering how close you were and how fast it was going.

Gulping, you continue. “I don’t want anything,” you mumble. “I just think it’ll work.”

“Then we’re fine,” he claps again, moving his hair around. “Do we need to discuss something else?”

You look at the watch on your wrist and click your tongue.

“We don’t have time, we have to leave now,” you walk towards your bed and grab your purse, your phone and your wallet. “We can talk more in the car.”

“Lead the way, baby.”

Oh God, you think as you hear Nico’s laugh and comments about how fun this is all going to be, what have I done?

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“OKAY, AND remember, we started dating a month ago but we kept it super lowkey,” you remind Nico as you walk by his side towards the restaurant Luke chose for the night. “I hate lobster, you hate pop music.”

“I don’t hate it—”

“Strongly dislike,” you smile, before looking down, where Nico had just slipped his hand and intertwined both of your hands together.

Right. You’re dating.

Entering the fancy place, you felt Nico’s body close to yours, and you tried your hardest to keep your cool. You were used to being close to him but not in this way, not like this—

“Hischier!” Jack shouts across the room and you almost want to knock him out with your own two hands for yelling like this and drawing everyone’s attention to you and Nico. “And… Emma?”

It was almost comical how grown men looked interested in your hands together, and how many smiles you could see directed at both of you. Your grip on Nico’s hand tightened without you even realizing it did, and you smiled politely at Luke and the rest of the Devils.

Nico let go of your hand for a second before shaking hands with Luke, wishing him a happy birthday like an old grandpa.

“Hey, Emma, thanks for coming.” Luke hugs you briefly, barely touching you, and you grin.

“Happy birthday, Lukey.”

“Emma!” Mia, one of your best friends, shouts and gets up, running to you. She hugs you tightly, and you hug her back, happy to see her again after weeks. “I didn’t know you were coming! Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I forgot,” you lie, feeling your cheeks getting warm. Mia looks at you like a human lie detector and you can tell she sees right through your bullshit but, happily, she doesn’t say anything else. “Sorry.”

“You’re forgiven. Ella’s here, too.”

You look around and try to find Ella, smiling when you see her sitting beside Luke, quietly speaking to one of the wives sitting beside her.

“I’ll talk to her later.” You reply.

You and Nico spend the next five minutes greeting the other people there, the rest of the players and some of the girlfriends before finally sitting down by Jack’s side— per his request, you must say. Nico’s hands immediately found yours as you placed them on top of the table, before grabbing the menu and smiling at you, brown eyes full of mischief.

“What do you want to eat, baby?”

Before you could even think of what to say, Jack’s loud and annoying laugh filled the table. “I fucking knew it! Hamilton, you owe me a hundred bucks!”

“Oh, man,” Hamilton sighs as he picks up his phone. “Couldn’t you guys keep hiding your relationship for a little bit more?”

“W-What do you mean?” you ask, looking at him before looking at Jack again.

“Dougie and I made a bet: if you made your relationship public by the end of the year, I’d win,” Jack starts, and you can tell how proud he is. “But if you didn’t, he’d win. Thankfully, I know my man here always gets my back.” He cheers, slapping Nico’s shoulder.

“You’re such a fucking child, Hughes.” Mia hisses before looking at you, clearly asking you why you hadn’t told her before.

“Shut up, princess. Now,” he grins. “My money, Dougie.”

You stare at them in disbelief, while Nico puts on his best performance and squeezes your hands together, smiling like he had just been caught eating snacks before lunch.

“Sorry, guys. We were just waiting for the right time,” he explains, and he sounds so natural you have to remind yourself to keep your surprise hidden. “Didn’t want to be like you and rush things.”

“Oh, screw you,” Jack laughs. “We all knew. You’re not slick.”

They kept talking while you tried to hide the fact that the things they were saying made no sense. Because you and Nico have never been close, romantically speaking. Sure, you’re friends, best friends if you want to go that way, but dating?

And, okay, you’re used to people thinking you’re together, because apparently a guy and a girl can’t be friends anymore, but this? The fact that they were sure of your “relationship” with Nico, sure enough to bet? This is surreal.

“Did you choose already?” Nico whispers to you, and you look at him with wide eyes. You don’t answer, trying to find the right things to say so you don’t screw up everything. “Baby? Are you okay?”

You nod, blinking a few times before staring at the menu in Nico’s hand again. “Yeah,” you whisper. “I think I’ll get the Caesar Burger, please.”

“Great choice.” He smiles at you, before telling your orders to the waiter.

You thought that your biggest concern here would be Nico, but in reality, it’s going to be you. You can’t really deal with too much attention on you, that’s why you’ve been keeping yourself in the shadows for this long— Hockey players can be loud and invasive sometimes, and you’d rather hang out with their kids or parents, because they won’t ask questions you don’t want to answer.

“So,” Timo starts, sipping on his beer and resting his chin on his hands, looking like a goddamn school girl. “What made you decide it was finally time? Sie ist ein hübsches Mädchen, Nico.”

Nico looks at you, smiling. “Ja, ist sie,” he nods, and even if you have no idea of what they’re talking about, you smile too, because Nico’s smile makes you want to smile. “And, I don’t know, man. If you had a girl who looked like this,” he points at you with his head. “Would you want to hide her?”

“Nico, he won’t ever get a girl like Emma,” Dougie laughs before getting shoved by Timo. “Ouch.”

“Well, I think it’s nice you guys are finally out.” Palat’s wife says, making you smile and rest your head on Nico’s shoulder.

“Thanks,” you say, sweetening your voice to the max. “I think we were just trying to understand where we stood before, y’know, letting everyone know.”

“How did the Hischiers take it?” Mia asks, looking extra curious. “I bet Nina was happy.” Like I would’ve been if you had told me sooner, she mouths, making you cringe. Sorry, you mouth back.

“They took it well,” you lie through your teeth, squeezing Nico’s arm more than you probably should. “And Nina is just glad her sister-in-law isn’t a Hockey obsessed girl.”

People laugh and you can’t help but feel you had just gotten your approval from Nico's friends.

Nico changes the topic of the conversation, moving back to Luke, the star of the night, and you’re glad for it. You eat side by side with him, you laugh at his jokes, you’re constantly touching him, as he’s constantly touching you.

“We should go out some time,” Mia says, casually, like she doesn’t mean anything by it. “Y’know, catch up.”

“Like anyone would willingly choose to spend a day with you.” Jack bickers, and Mia rolls her eyes at him.

“Go fuck yourself, Hughes.”

“Hey, guys,” Luke yells from the other corner of the table. “You promised you’d be nice to each other today. It’s my birthday.”

“I said no such thing—”

“You can’t even hear what we’re saying—” They both say at the same time.

“Jack and Mia. Shut. Up.” Luke says and they both pout while they shut up.

“It’s so funny because they’re much more alike than they think.” You whisper to Nico, smiling as he places his hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly.

“They sure are, baby.”

It all seems so… natural. It’s weird and unsettling, but you’re fine with it as long as it helps people buy your lie. Also, the feeling of Nico’s heavy hand on your thigh isn’t really unpleasant.

The rest of the evening flies by and when you notice, it’s time for you to leave. You almost don’t want to, for the first time, happy to spend time with the players.

“D’you think they bought it?” You ask when you’re away from the guys and the restaurant. Your hands are still together but none of you notice it.

“I think they did,” he chuckles. “Actually, it was a lot easier than I was expecting.”

None of you address the fact that they already thought you were dating, though.

“Yeah,” you whisper, looking at your heels. “Phase one is complete, then.”

“I like how seriously you’re taking this,” he says, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk to look down at you, dimples on display for the whole world to see. Yet, you were the only one watching them right now. “Thank you. Truly.”

You smile, standing on the tip of your toes and giving him a light, brief kiss on the cheek, as you’re used to doing.

“You’re welcome.”

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In The Name of Love | Chapter 11

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"There you are, Valeria. This just came for you" Beth says, giving me a bouquet of white roses.

"Oh, wow."

"That boy of yours truly is a keeper, Val" Emma winks.

"Definitely. I wish Luis was more like this" Beth sighs.

"More like what?" he says, walking into the staffroom with a huge bouquet of sunflowers.

"Oh my God. Are those for me?"

"Of course they are! Sunflowers are your favourite flower, you've been obsessed with them since you were a kid because of Van Gogh's painting."

"You remembered!" Beth says, trying not to cry. 

"Always. Happy Valentine's day, love."

"Happy Valentine's day, Luis" she says, throwing herself at his arms.

"Aww, cute" Emma says. "What about your Valentine, Val? What does he say?"

"Nothing. Just Happy Valentine's day."

"You are such a bad liar…" 

"I'm not lying."

"And I'm the Queen" Emma says, rolling her eyes.

Happy Valentine's Day, Val. Have you counted the roses? There are 14. Like your Champions League trophies, yes. But also like the date today, February 14. And do you remember what day it was when we met? 14 too. So happy anniversary, Val! Your favourite kid/teenager/young man, P. P.S. check your phone before leaving the school.

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"Good bye, Miss Valeria!"

"See you tomorrow, guys!" I say to a couple of kids as I leave the school, the bouquet of roses in my arm. "Shit, my phone" I remember, quickly checking it.

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Happy Valentine's day, Val 🤍 

Look to your left when you leave

You had almost forgotten! Rude 😔

Almost, you said it.  And how do you know?

I saw your face

What?

Look to your left, Val

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"Look to my… No way" I chuckle when I see Pedri standing behind a group of parents, leaning against a car. Does he always does that because he likes it or because he knows I like it?

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Pedri 👶🏻🤍

Why are you dressed as a creep? 😂

I'm not

You are.  I'm surprised the parents haven't called the police 😂

Ha ha ha 🙄 

I'm incognito

Sure

I am

Now follow me

Why would I follow a creepy guy?

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After typing that last message I look up to him, and I can't help but laugh when I see him rolling his eyes. Just the reaction I was looking for.

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This creepy guy has a surprise for you

I told you I don't celebrate Valentine's Day

But we aren't celebrating that. 

We are celebrating our anniversary. 

Didn't you read my note?

I did

Then follow me, Valeria 

Fine, Pedro 

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Where are you?

Around the corner.

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"No way" I chuckle when I see him. 

After losing sight of him when an old lady stopped me to ask me about my flowers, I've found him leaning against a car. Again. And smiling like an idiot. 

He definitely knows I like it when he does it.

"Who was that woman?" he asks.

"I don't know. She stopped me to say that I was very lucky to get such beautiful flowers on a day like today and asked if I knew what white roses meant."

"Do you?"

"Nope. You?"

"I do. But I'll tell you later."

"Later when?"

"Later" Pedri says, moving to the passenger's seat and opening the door for me. "My lady."

"Thank you" I giggle. Will I ever not feel lame when he makes me giggle like that? I don't think so. But deep down, I like it. Deeeep down. "This car is new, isn't it? What happened to the Mini?" I ask him when he also gets inside.

"Had to get rid of it. Too easy to spot if you know what I mean."

"Oh, sorry. I liked that car."

"Because of what we did on it on my birthday?" he smirks.

"No" I reply, rolling my eyes. "It was cute. Like you."

"Am I cute?" 

"Very. Especially now that you've got rid of that hoodie and your hair looks all messy."

"You like my messy hair?" he laughs.

"I love it" I say, moving towards him and running a hand through it. "I fucking love it."

"And I… Sorry" he says, clearing his throat and looking away, his eyes focusing on the car parked in front of us. Weird. "Should we go?"

"Sure. But first I must do something."

"What?" he asks, meeting my eyes again.

"This" I say before kissing him, my fingers still tangled in his hair.

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"We've been so lucky with the weather today. I don't think this would have looked as good if I had had to do it inside" Pedri says when we walk into his garden. "What do you… Val. Val, hey. Are you ok?" 

"Umm" I nod.

"Then why are you crying?" he says, cupping my face and wiping away my tears.

"I don't know" I laugh.

"What?"

"I mean, I guess I do know, but…"

"You aren't making any sense, Val."

"I love this, Pedri."

"Really? Don't you find it cheesy?" he chuckles.

"If you had made a path with candles and rose petals, added a hundred flowers everywhere and put a sign with our initials or something like that, I would have definitely found it cheesy. Maybe tacky too. But you didn't. You just grabbed what you had lying around and threw it there, and that makes it perfect."

"Perfect?" 

"Yes, perfect. Because I can tell that you did it. That you thought of it, that no one else did it for you." 

"Then have I earned a kiss, Miss Valeria?" he asks with a mischievous smile.

"And two" I smile back. 

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"Val, I know I am extremely handsome, but you are supposed to be looking at the tv" Pedri says. After having the perfect picnic outside in the garden, we moved into the living room when it got cold, laying on the sofa and cuddling while watching a movie. 

"I'm sorry, I can't help it" I say, my chin resting on his chest.

"Still obsessed with my hair?"

"Very much, yes" I smile. "And you haven't told me about the flowers yet."

"Uh?" 

"The flowers, the ones you sent me this morning. You said you knew what they meant."

"Oh, that."

"Yes, that" I say, moving closer to him so I can run my hands through his hair. How can it look so good today?

"They are white roses. Because you support Real Madrid, and because you made white our colour."

"I didn't make white our colour" I laugh. 

"I beg to differ" he says, kissing my nose. 

"Ok, fine. And what else?"

"What else what?"

"Why did you pick them? The woman who stopped me said they have a lovely meaning."

"Do they?"

"Oh, c'mon Pedri. Stop teasing me and say why you picked them."

"I…"

"You…"

"Ok" he says, taking a deep breath and sitting up, moving me with him. "When I decided to get you white roses, I googled their meaning just in case there was something bad. But I found out that they mean purity, trust and friendship."

"I don't think we can be described as pure keeping in mind what we did the night we met" I chuckle.

"No, we can't" he smirks. "But when talking about purity, it also said that you can give white roses to say that your feelings towards that person are pure and honest. And mine towards you are like that, Val. You've read all the things they've said about me and girls. Some are real, some aren't. But since I met you, since that night 6 months ago, all that stopped. You've been the only girl I can think about, the only girl I've been with. The only girl I want to be with. Because I like you, Val. I like you very much, and I…"

"Stop."

"What?"

"Please stop, Pedri."

"Did I say something wrong? Oh God, I did, didn't I? Or I said too much and it's too soon and…"

"Pedri, shut up!" 

"Sorry. I'm sorry."

"There is nothing to be sorry about" I say, caressing his cheek and making him look at me. "But let me speak too, ok?"

"Ok" he nods. 

"I also like you, Pedri. I like you very much."

"Really?"

"Really" I say before kissing him, feeling the same I did when we kissed on his balcony that first night. As if it is just him and I, his lips on mine, his hands on my body, the feeling of his heart beating against my chest.

[she-said-hello]

it's my beautiful girl's birthday 🤍 can't believe i've only known her for half a year, i feel like she's been my person for an eternity. the most selfless, caring, kind person i've ever met. nobody can make me laugh harder than she does. i'm blown away by how effortlessly beautiful she is, a pretty face with an even prettier heart. i'm so proud of her every day and am amazed by her strength. she's my best friend in the whole world, i miss her every second i'm not talking to her and am always thinking about her. my love, my person, i love you so so much emma. i'd do anything to be able to be there to celebrate you today because nobody deserves it more than you do, but until the day i can be with you in person, i will continue to do everything possible to show you how loved you are from afar. HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, I LOVE YOU

(p.s. everyone better go wish @nsfwcarpetmuncher a happy birthday right now)

[cadybear420]

Performance for fluffember🤍

The Voice of an Angel

Fandom: High School Story (Original Trilogy)

Pairings: Aiden Zhou x Evie Ayana (female HSS MC), maybe with a small side of Ajay Bhandari x Cher Lee (female HSS:CA MC)

Characters: Aiden Zhou, Evie Ayana (female HSS MC)

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Additional Tags: Fluff, Singing, Performance, Dancing

Word Count: 2,128

Summary: On Evie’s 18th birthday, Aiden and the jazz band whip up a little surprise for her. Takes place approximately between HSS:CA 2 and HSS:CA 3 (though my memory of the HSS:CA timeline is a little more fuzzy).

A/N: First of all: to the anon who sent the prompt, major apologies for sleeping on it for so long. Coming up with writing ideas is a bitch, but it is something I want to do more often. And there was also that one time when Tumblr turned off editing for answers to asks, which carried over to the draft post for this for a while. Second of all, I’m fucking obsessed with this song from Doctor Who (“My Angel Put the Devil in Me”, from the Series 3 soundtrack) and I think Evie and Aiden would be as well. Third of all, yes this is a belated birthday fic for Evie, but I’m glad to get it out before the end of Evie’s birthday month at least. Also haha both Evie’s birthday this year and in the setting of the fic were on a Friday. Fourth of all, arghrghrargh my first time writing a fic where one character sings to another AND does a choreographed dance to it too. It’s a lot more difficult than I imagined lol. 

(Also, the outfit I imagine for the other jazz band kids)

Prompt: Performance

Source for prompts here. Even though it's long past November, I'll still accept prompt suggestions from this list year-round.

Tags: @inlocusmads @aces-and-angels @aria-ashryver @lover-also-fighter-also @jerzwriter @choicesmc @3rdstreetfrank @dutifullynuttywitch @lovealexhunt @lilyoffandoms @peonierose (as this is the complete version of this WIP and this challenge bit), and @choicesficwriterscreations

Friday, March 8, 2019. The day of Evie’s 18th birthday. She’d been planning to host a birthday party at one of her favorite restaurants in the city, starting in the early evening after school. Almost everyone she knew from school was invited. 

It was late in the afternoon now. Evie took one last look at herself in her new outfit– a navy blue suit with a purple floral necktie– and grinned, before dashing to the living room. There, her dad was checking his phone. 

“Alright, I’m ready to go!” she said. 

He turned to her. “Actually… we can’t leave just yet…”

She pouted. “What??? But Daaaad, the party starts at 5 PM and it’s already 4:45!”

“The people doing the decorations are… taking a bit longer than expected.”

“Oh…”

“It’s a bit awkward to go to a party when they’re still putting decorations up, isn’t it?”

“That’s true,” her face softened. “Do the other guests know?”

“...yep! I’ve just told them, in fact.”

“Okay… but how long do we have to wait?”

“Shouldn’t be more than… ten to twenty minutes?”

Evie pouted again. 

“It’s not that long…”

“Okay, fiiiiine, I’ll be patient…”

“And I’ll be doctor!”

Evie winced. “Dad, NO…”

…

About twenty minutes passed, and then finally, her dad said it was okay to start driving to the restaurant. After a fifteen minute drive, they arrived, and Evie wasted no time going in. 

The room was alive with upbeat music, purple decorative lights and flowers, and many of Evie’s friends. It seemed like just about everyone she’d invited had shown up– her main friend group, her teammates, her friends from the other cliques and Hearst, Cher and her friends from theatre, the seniors from last year who hadn’t gone away for college… 

And all of them greeted her with a big “Happy birthday, Evie!!!”, in unison. 

Evie inhaled, beaming at her friends. Many of them ran over to hug her, a few others cheered for her. 

Then she saw Emma and Cher push their way through the crowd and grab her by her arms. 

“Evie! There’s a special surprise for you, right now!” said Cher. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!” said Emma. “Just come with us…” 

The crowd parted, making way for Emma and Cher to pull Evie to the opposite side of the room. As they did, the party music slowly faded out and the lights began to dim. 

“What the–” Evie started. 

“Shhhh. You’ll see soon enough!” Emma replied. 

When they made it to the opposite end of the room, a warm spotlight turned on over her, and there she saw it. The jazz band, all set up with their instruments and dressed in matching snazzy black-and-red suits and… devil horns? Yes, devil horns. 

And at the front of it all… was none other than her beautiful boyfriend Aiden, all dressed up and holding a microphone. 

Evie just about stopped in her tracks as she took in his outfit– a snug, ivory-colored flapper dress that had silver beads sewn into intricate patterns, and hung just barely above his knees. Along with that, he also wore a couple of matching long pearl necklaces, a fluffy white halo accessory over his head, and winged eyeliner.

“Wow…” Evie felt her breath catch. “Aiden, you look–”

Just then, Aiden signaled to the band… and they started to play. 

Evie grinned broadly, her eyes immediately lighting up at the familiar upbeat jazzy tune, and watched intently as her boyfriend danced towards her, in steps that were careful and rhythmic, yet lively. 

Then the tempo slowed, and he held the microphone to his mouth and began to sing. 

“I'm a country girl, I ain't seen a lot… But you came along, and my heart went pop! You took a little streetcar to my heart… And an apple of love fell off my apple cart~”

Evie’s cheeks flustered at his melodious voice. This wasn’t the first time she’d heard him sing– he’s sung to her plenty of times, and they’d practically been doing Evie-Aiden duets since the day they met. But this… this was different. Aiden had never done a solo singing performance for her before, let alone one that involved a bit of dance as well. 

“You looked at me, my heart began to pound… You weren't the sort of guy I thought would stick around… Hey, but it don't have to be eternally… My bad, bad Angel put the Devil in me~”

And his singing voice was all the more different this time around too. Even later into their relationship, as Aiden had become more confident about his singing, there was always still a hint of nervousness in his voice when they sang their duets. But this time, he sang loud and clear. Like he was owning the stage. 

Aiden performed a small twirl before stopping, his eyes meeting hers as he began slowly walking up to her, making her heart jump a little.

“You lured me in with your cold grey eyes… Your simple smile, your bewitching lies…”

As he sang that verse, he reached out and grabbed onto her bright purple tie, making Evie’s face heat up as he began tugging on it gently and pulling her closer to him. 

“One and one and one is three… My bad, bad Angel… the Devil in me~!”

The tempo picked up again. Aiden let go of her tie and took her hand in his as he broke out into energetic dance movements while still singing the lyrics to the song, the skirt of his dress swishing about as he swayed gracefully to the instrumental music. 

Evie squeezed his hand and matched his movements, her pulse racing now.  All the while, the crowd watched with excitement. When they came face-to-face again, she was giving him an almost drunken smile.

Soon enough, Aiden broke from her hold and turned around, sashaying slightly as he started stepping away from her… before looking over his shoulder, catching her gaze once again. 

“My bad, bad Angel~ you put the Devil in me~”

Aiden shook his butt side-to-side to the beat, giving Evie a knowing look that made her cheeks brighten. The music slowed, and he turned around to face her again. 

“So, now my dear, I ain't the girl you knew… 'Cause the Angel's got Heaven, but I get you…”

He sauntered back up to her.

“And the tree of life grows tall, you see… My bad, bad Angel… you put the Devil in me~!”

The beat slowed to a more gentle, relaxed tune as Aiden placed his arm over Evie’s shoulder. 

“Oh… You put the Devil in me~”

Aiden gestured towards Evie’s arm, and she placed her arms around him, taking hold of his waist as they began to rock together. 

“You put the Devil in me…”

Gently and smoothly, Aiden broke out of her hold and took her hand again. Lifting her hand, he twirled himself under her arm, then placed himself backwards against her body– all without missing a beat. 

As Aiden continued to sing, Evie wrapped both of her arms around his middle, embracing him from behind. Aiden pressed back against her and placed his free arm over hers, almost as if to hold her arms in place, as they began to sway side-to-side together again. Evie practically melted into him, his body warm against hers. 

“You put the Devil in me…”

Then, the song picked up again. 

“You put the Devil in… me~!”

He swiftly yet carefully broke from her hold again, and danced in a circle around her as he sang the last few verses of the song. She turned to follow him, their eyes locked onto each other yet again, as he gave her an almost sultry gaze. 

“My bad, bad Angel, you put the Devil in me!”

At the final note, the lights slowly faded back on. Aiden stood in front of the now cheering crowd and took a huge bow, grinning proudly. 

Once he straightened back up, Evie finally let out a high pitched “EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”, bouncing up and down before leaping onto Aiden, sweeping him up into her arms, and spinning him around. Aiden gasped, dropping his microphone with a loud *thunk*– but then quickly held her face in his hand and pulled her in for a passionate kiss, prompting the crowd to cheer louder. 

After a moment, Aiden broke the kiss. “Happy eighteenth birthday, Darling~”

Evie squeezed him tighter. “Aiden, that was…” She took a deep breath, a starstruck look in her eyes. “Your singing is amazing… I mean, I’ve heard you sing before, obviously, but…”

A slight but visible rosy tint grew on his cheeks. 

“But I’ve never done a singing performance for you, I know. I figured it was about time I did.”

“And you were fucking amazing. I’ve never heard you sing like that before… like, you were already good, but I didn’t know you were this good…”

“I mean… practice makes perfect, after all…”

“That’s true…”

He planted a small kiss onto her lips, making her whole body warm up. 

“And what made you choose that song from Doctor Who for your first performance? I mean, obviously I love the song–”

“That’s just it. I know how much you love the song, and the episodes it came from.” He chuckled softly. “And, I mean… I don’t blame you. It is a fantastic song.”

Evie’s smile grew wider. “God, Aiden… I fucking love you.”

“I love you too, Evie.” 

They pulled each other in for one more kiss, holding each other tightly, before she set him down. 

“And I love your outfit too… you look absolutely gorgeous, as always~”

Even as Aiden beamed at her so brightly, his cheeks turned as red as the other band members’ devil costumes, prompting Evie to giggle.

“Well… I have been having a lot of fun trying on new outfits…” he said, softly. 

At that moment, Ajay and Cher popped up beside them. 

“Hey… if Aiden likes singing, dancing, and dressing up in fancy outfits now… you think we could convince him to join the upcoming spring musical?” Ajay said. “His talent would just be unmatched…”

Evie and Aiden turned towards them. 

“The next play’s gonna be a musical?” Evie said. “I’ve been wanting to act in a play, but, uh… I don’t think I’m ready for one that involves singing…”

Aiden raised an eyebrow at her. “But we’ve literally been doing duets ever since–”

“That’s different. I can sing alright when it’s more casual, but in a professional musical performance? I’m not that good.”

“You should still consider it!” Cher chirped. “If not an acting role, you can always still be an assistant director or a techie…”

“That sounds much more my speed.”

Cher turned to Aiden. “You should definitely consider trying out for a singing role, though!”

Aiden put his hand on his chin thoughtfully. “It could be fun… I know Evie doesn’t want to sing in a musical, but imagine if we got lead roles together…”

“Oh, perhaps I could be convinced now…” Evie said, before smirking playfully. “But, let’s be real. Put Aiden in the musical, and he’ll probably just upstage all the other singers with how good he is. He’ll make everyone else look like chumps.”

“Hey!” Cher exclaimed, her face scrunching up into a pout. “Are you saying I sing like a chump?”

“What– no, I–” Evie’s face fell. 

Cher dropped her pout and grinned again. “Kidding! You probably have a point… I do sing every now and then, but it could use a little more work. Especially since I’m planning to go for an acting role in the musical, of course.”

“Well, if we can’t get Aiden in a singing role for the musical, perhaps he can be a musical director and help coach the actors who are a little more inexperienced?” Ajay suggested. 

“Actually… that’s a great idea!” Aiden said, his face lighting up. “I’d love to do that!”

Ajay beamed. “Oh, perfect! We’ll talk to Mr. Olson on Monday.”

“I’ll need some time to think about it… but I’ll let you know if I do decide to accept.”

“Sounds good to me!” Ajay reached his hand out, and he and Aiden shook hands. “Anyways, great job on your performance, Aiden! And happy birthday, Evie!”

“Yeah! Happy birthday, Evie!!!” cheered Cher. 

“Aww, thank you both so much!” 

Evie gave each of them a warm hug before they walked off. Aiden placed his arms around her and kissed her on the cheek, and she turned back to him.

“Thank you so much, Aiden. For being the best boyfriend ever, and for giving me this awesome birthday.” 

“It’s my pleasure~” Aiden hugged her tighter. “But… there’s still more, of course. Ready to enjoy the rest of your birthday party?”

“Oh yes!”

[d1stalker]

ahh emma is it your birthday?? happy birthday! 🎁🎂🎉💖 I hope it’s such a great one, you (& your fics) are amazing!!

-@eupheme

Yes it is! I’m 21 now 😈💪🏼

Thank you so so so much!! ❤️🤍❤️🤍

[irrcdeemablearch]

HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYY I LOVE YOU SO DEARLY bestie angel darling you have been so important in emma's growth and my own growth and watching you grow yourself has been such an honor 🥹 the fact that i've now gotten to watch you get OLDER TWICE is so insane to me you're one of my best friends ever atp and i'm just so in awe of everything you do 🤍 the love you put into everyone and everything is so special and i just hope you have the best fuckin day because nobody could ever deserve it more !!!!!!

[[Thank you so much for the sweet birthday message. It really means a lot to me ;u; crazy to think it's been that long, huh? Feels like it was just yesterday that we started talking. Sending you so so much love and I hope that you have an amazing day too <3 <3 <3 ]]

[nightofnyx8]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE I HOPE YOU HAVE THE MOST WONDROUS OF DAYS 💘💝💓💖 FILLED WITH THOUGHTS OF TWIYOR AND YOUR FAVES 🤍🩷💛

THANK YOU EMMA! My birthday was such a whirlwind but I did squeeze in some twiyor for sure! Wishing you all the medieval royai vibes with plenty of good books and wine! 💕💕💕💕💕

[valnentines]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!! I hope you have a great day today and a wonderful year ahead!

Since speak now (Taylor's version) has been released, I am curious to know which song is your favourite (from the vault or in general)?

Love you loads and happy birthday again!! 🩷💜🩷💜

you remember 🥺🩷🩷 (ofc you do!!)

thank you so much for your kind words, they mean a lot to me, more than you know!!!

first of all, how can she make an already existing amazing album sound even better??? SHE SLAYS FOR REAL. my favourite taylor’s version of the old songs is back to december!! (enchanted too, at first i didn’t like it because it didn’t have the same youthfulness in her voice but it grew on me!) and from the vault tracks definitely i can see you (the concept of the music video is brilliant) and emma falls in love!! i’m curious to know your favourite tracks too! 🥰

thank you for your sweet wishes 🥺🩷 i am so happy today, and you are one of the reasons i am happy, love you too 🫂🤍

[ncutii-gatwa]

happy birthday, emma! 🥺 i hope you’re having a wonderful day!!! i’m sending you lots of love and i wish you the very best 🤍

🥰🤗 thank you sm!! x

[queer-boo-radley]

tomorrows my birthday and i would love nothing more than a tiny sneak peak into the next fic in bdth 🥺🤍

Happy Birthday!!!! Here are some out of context quotes 😂😂

“Ruby Lucus if you think I won’t fucking tackle you to the ground right here and now you’ve got another thing coming! I’m not above it, I swear! We’re talking about this now!” Regina yelled.

And

“Yeah, Regina! I know that!” Emma snapped, fully rolling her eyes and looking at her like she was the world’s biggest and dumbest jackass for stating the obvious. Which to be fair, she momentarily was.

And

Four, all of the nuns started slowly chanting in what sounded like Demonic Latin whilst raising their heads in Perfect unison, revealing expressionless white masks with black eyes that were also splattered with blood.

Hope that was good???

[lovecla]

© property of lovecla, nhl masterlist, nico hischier x you.

FAKE IT 'TILL YOU MAKE IT, phase four:

<last chapter>

➴ chapter warnings: none!

➴ word count: 3.4k

💌 from me to you: if any of you can tell me how many times i mention nico’s dimples in this series i’ll give you a chocolate bar for xmas (or just a chocolate bar if you don’t celebrate xmas. or just a hug if you don’t like chocolate).

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emmaroberts i don’t think i’ve changed one bit but somehow the calendar says it’s my birthday today so here goes nothing i guess. happy 24 to me

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lhughes_06 Happy birthday Em x

emmaroberts lhughes_06 thanks duke

user1 HAPPY EMMA DAY

elladavis happy birthday my sweet, sweet emma. i love you so much and i hope you have the best, most wonderful day ever. i’m sorry i can’t be with you today, but i’ll be thinking of you all day 🤍

emmaroberts elladavis i love you so much

nataliebrooks Happy birthday my love 💙 Sending you many hugs and kisses!

emmaroberts nataliebrooks we miss u

miaturner HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE 24 YEARS OF SERVING CUNT AND MAKING BITCHES MAD ‼️

user2 miaturner there are people like natalie and ella and then there are people like mia 😭💀

emmaroberts miaturner i love you lmfaoooo

njdevils Happy Birthday! 😈❤️

ninahischier I love you like a sister. Happy birthday Em! 💜

emmaroberts ninahischier i love you. thank u!!

user3 🎂🎉

nicohischier Happy birthday Em 🥳

emmaroberts nicohischier thanks mr hischier :))

jackhughes you’re getting old

emmaroberts jackhughes i’m starting to understand mia

miaturner emmaroberts 🤗

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TURNING TWENTY four is weird, and you have to spend a few moments just laying in bed to let it really sink in— it’s not as weird as turning twenty but it’s weird anyway.

You should be happy, and you are, but you’re also feeling like you’re not getting anywhere. You love your job, you love your friends and you love your life. Yet, all you seem to do is live for others and not for yourself.

This whole fake-dating thing really got to your head and as you make yourself breakfast, pancakes drowning in syrup and an iced latte, you question yourself if you should keep going with this.

It’s not making you feel great. You’re lying to hundreds of people, and you’re also lying to Nico in some kind of way.

Sure, the plan’s working— Nora’s now moved on to commenting on Nico’s posts on Instagram, which made him content— and Nico seems satisfied but then what?

You keep replying to the kiss you both shared in your head, and even though you know you shouldn’t, you do it anyway. The way his lips brushed against yours, the way his hands held you, gentle and secure at the same time.

And the look he gave you afterwards. Lord.

You keep asking yourself what would’ve happened if Nora hadn’t approached you. Would he have said anything? Would he have looked at you like he regretted it?

Inside your head, there’s a million ways of how things would’ve gone. And it’s tiring, honestly. Living inside your head is so exhausting and still, you can't seem to move on.

The pancake fills your mouth with sweetness and you sigh, closing your eyes slowly. Breathing in and out, you decide not to let these thoughts ruin your day. Turning twenty-four is a blessing and you should be grateful, no matter what. Your day should be spent in peace and quietness.

You finish eating your plate of pancakes and you swear to yourself you’re never making a whole plate of pancakes for you again— it’s a lie and it will happen again— because you’ve never felt so full. You change into your work clothes while you answer your parents’ call, smiling when they start to sing the happy birthday song and send you thousands and thousands of kisses and blessings.

It’s a tradition; they call you every year to do the same thing, even when you’re near them. This year they won’t be coming back home until Christmas, so the call will have to do it.

After chatting with them for a bit, you tell them goodbye and grab your purse and notebooks, ready to go to work. Or, at least that’s what you intended to do, which turns out to be impossible when a very perfect, very handsome Nico Hischier is standing in front of you.

“Nico?” You say it louder than you probably should at seven thirty in the morning but it’s not really your fault. He did scare you. “Oh. I wasn’t expecting to see you. Hi.”

He gives you one of those dimple-y smiles and leans down to kiss your cheek. “Happy birthday, Em.”

You smile, still feeling the warmth of his kiss on your cheeks. It’s the first time you’re seeing each other after that one night at Prudential Center and you’re glad he’s not making it weird.

Which can also mean that the kiss didn’t mean anything to him; not as much as it did to you anyway.

And it’s fine. We’re fine, you remind yourself.

“You got up at seven a.m. to come all the way here and wish me a happy birthday?” You chuckle, closing the door behind you and getting outside with him, the cold breeze makes you shiver slightly.

“Yeah, and I’m also taking you somewhere today so you probably should put on some winter clothes.”

You frown, sad to have to turn him down.

“I really wish I could, Nico,” you tilt your head. “But I have work… I’ll be free after two p.m. though, if that’s still okay.”

He clicks his tongue.

“Did you know that you can get a lot of things when you’re the captain of the city’s NHL team?” he leans on your closed door, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I get free coffee all the time, which is weird because— why are they handing out free coffee to a rich guy?”

“Nico…”

“I get discounts sometimes too, which Nina and Mom love. And now, I got something really cool too,” he grins, white teeth shining. “Wanna know what?”

“I don’t really have time, Nico—”

“Ask me what.”

You sigh, giving up and putting your arms down. Smiling, defeated, you nod. “What did you get, Nico?”

“Well, I got you a day off.” You stop smiling, and your eyes double in size.

You like your boss, you really do, but if there’s something he can’t stand is people missing work days for minimal reasons. And as much as you hate it, birthdays are in his list of “minimal reasons”.

So ever since you’ve started working for him, you haven’t missed a day of work because it was your birthday. And now Nico is here, standing in front of you and telling you that—

“What,” you frown. “Mr. Campbell would’ve never let me have a day off on my birthday. Are you sure you spoke to him?” you ask. “Did the person on the phone sound like a baby who has a cold? Because if that’s the case than you spoke to John and not Mr.—”

“Emma,” he uncrossed his arms and leaned closer to you, looking down. “I am sure I spoke with your boss. He sounds like Jimmy Fallon.”

“Oh my God,” you gasp. “Am I going to lose my job? Nico, wait— that’s really, really, nice and I’m flattered but I’m not exactly rich like you and I really like my job so—”

“Stop freaking out,” he puts his hands on your shoulder. “It wasn’t for free. He asked for ten free tickets for the next Devils game, one signed jersey and a photo with me.”

What.

“What?!” you almost shouted. “That’s— Nico!”

He grabs your house key from your hands and opens your front door again, getting inside while you stand outside, astonished.

“It’s no biggie, I swear,” he opens the door wider. “Come on. Go change into something warmer. It’s going to be cold today.”

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WHEN NICO said “it’s going to be cold today”, you didn’t expect him to mean it quite literally.

“I’m freezing.” You complain, already outside of his car, shaking like a leaf. You have your beanie, your gloves and your warmest coat on but it’s still. Cold.

“I told you that it was cold outside. You Americans are so stubborn sometimes…” he mutters under his breath before grabbing a Nico sized coat from his backseat and handing it to you. “Put it on.”

You stare at the coat in his hands before sighing and giving in, for the nth time in just one hour. Nico Hischier can definitely get what he wants, always.

Fortunately, his coat is enough to make you stop shivering, so you just keep your complaints to yourself.

“Where are we, exactly?” You ask, looking around.

It was some kind of forest, but with a wooden pathway that led to somewhere you couldn’t see. The floor was mostly covered with snow, and so were the trees and the wood on the floor.

“This is one of my favorite places here in Newark,” he starts walking, and you walk faster to catch up with him. “I come here sometimes but since I get busy during winter it’s been a while since my last time here.”

“Mhm.”

“Thought you would like it, though.” He laughs and before you can ask what he means, the view in front of you takes your breath away.

It’s a beautiful, giant frozen lake. There are hundreds of trees surrounding it, pine trees to be exact, all of which are covered in pure, soft snow. The floor is also white as pearls and the lake is the most gorgeous shade of blue you’ve ever seen.

You turn around to face Nico, still speechless, and you can’t help but smile widely when you spot the two pairs of skates in his hands.

And then, you remember, one year ago when you had this one conversation with him.

“It’s still amazing to me how fast you guys are.” You say, amused with how fast the players on the TV are.

Nico gives you a warm, shy smile, and his cinnamon eyes are shining the way they always do whenever he talks about Hockey.

“I think we’re alright.” It’s what he says.

You scoff. “I wish I was ‘alright’ like you,” you make air quotes. “I can barely stand on the ice, let alone skate like you do.”

“I’m sure you’re not that bad…” he tries to sound nice, and you laugh.

“Last time I was on the ice I sent myself and a little kid to the hospital. Both with a broken bone.”

Nico tries to hide his horror but you can tell how shocked he is just by the look on his face. It’s funny, so you just keep laughing.

“But it would be really fun to try it again, now that I’m older.” You say, mindlessly, and he hums, going back to watching the game in front of you.

“You… you remembered.”

It’s shocking that he remembered a conversation you both had more than twelve months ago, but what’s even more shocking is the fact that he decided to act on it, instead of just… well. Ignoring it.

“Of course I did,” he grins, handing you the smaller pair of skates. “I just thought it’d be fun for you to do something like this on your birthday. Let me know if I’m wrong, though…”

He looks unsure and so freaking cute.

I’d love to kiss him again.

“You’re not,” you reassure him, leaning on a tree to put on the skates. “It’s probably going to be embarrassing though. You’re a professional skater and I write columns for a living.”

“Today, I’m not a professional skater,” he also starts untying his shoes to put on his skates. They look a lot like the ones he wears to his games. “I’m just Nico.”

“Usually when I skate, I like to, you know, let go of the tree branches and… well, skate.”

“I’m trying, Nico, I swear I am but maybe I’m not meant for this.”

“Emma—”

“Maybe? Pfft,” you humorless laugh while you hold on the tree for dear life, panicking a little bit more every time you remind yourself there’s literally a lake under you. It’s frozen and beautiful but still a lake nonetheless. “I know that I’m not meant for this. Let’s just go back to your car and go watch a movie.”

“Emma,” Nico smiles, kindness and patience coming out of his pores. “Let go of the tree. You’ll be fine, I’m here.”

“You’re, like, ten feet away from me, so you won’t be of any help. Thanks, but I’ll be staying here. I’m fine with watching you tho— what are you doing?”

He’s skating in your direction, and before you can even comprehend what he’s doing, he’s standing in front of you, dimples on display for you to admire.

“You said I was too far away. Am I close enough now?”

His chest is touching yours yet it still doesn’t feel like he’s close enough.

“I-I guess.”

“Then, let’s go,” he holds your right hand and slowly removes your left one from the tree. Now you’re just relying on him, entirely. “People will start arriving soon and then we won’t have the entire lake for ourselves.”

He’s skating backwards while holding your hands, and you’re slowly following him. It’s scary, especially when you can feel the ice beneath your feet crack slightly. It’s not alarming nor dangerous yet you’re still so freaking terrified.

“You’re doing really great, Em.”

His praise makes you blush, but you’re blessed by the fact that your cheeks were already red with the cold.

Skating with him is fun, and not as bad as you thought it would be. He’s patient and gentle, his words of encouragement make you braver and braver, and suddenly you’re skating by yourself, even if it’s just for a few seconds.

You are laughing, you are happy and you are grateful.

And Nico… Nico’s just amazing. Your heart keeps jumping inside your chest whenever he gets too close, and when he holds you tightly, you’re almost sure you’re going to explode.

One hour later, when you’re in his car, warm and cozy, you can’t stop smiling, shaking your right leg, or humming to the pop song playing on his radio.

“Did you like it?” He sounds just like before, unsure and nervous.

You chuckle, turning your body around and leaning closer to his, placing a light kiss on his cheek. “It was amazing. Thank you, Nico.”

“I think we should kiss right now.” He blurts out of nowhere, and you laugh, thinking he’s joking.

“There’s no one looking.” You answer, blinking twice.

“It’s okay,” he whispers, placing one hand on your neck, so close to you that his nose is touching yours. You hold your breath. “We’re practicing.”

His lips press against yours for the second time in your life and it's magical, and it feels like the most right thing you've ever done in your entire life.

His tongue caresses yours, and you whimper inside his mouth, grabbing the car seat with your left hand, looking for some kind of support.

You’re in heaven and in hell at the same time.

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TO YOUR ultimate surprise, Nico spends the rest of the day with you.

He takes you to your favorite coffee shop, your favorite restaurant and your favorite bookstore— the same as Mia’s—, pays for everything— which kind of makes you upset, but you don’t do anything other than pout and accept the gifts.

You keep asking him if you’re bothering him, or if he’s got anywhere else to be or someone more important to meet, and he keeps giving you the same answer.

“We’re both adults and we both have jobs so if you have to go I’ll understand—” You say, for what’s probably the twelfth time since you got out of the restaurant.

“Em,” he pokes your cheek with his index finger and then puts a strand of your hair behind your ear. You try not to shiver with his touch. “I’m not going anywhere. It’s your day.”

And it feels so nice. Not only because he took a day off to be with you, but because Nico’s a nice person. He’s fun, he makes you laugh, he listens to your rambling without looking away even just once.

Nora’s so lucky. And she doesn’t even know it.

“Well, I think it’s time for us to go home, no?” He blurts out of nowhere, and you stop taking pictures of the flowers decorating an old lady’s balcony to look at him.

You blush. “Sure— I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take this long but,” you turn your head around again, staring at the tulips in front of you. “They’re just so pretty.”

“They are, yeah,” he nods, putting his hands inside his pocket. “But it’s getting late and you’re probably tired.”

You are tired, but you would stay twelve more hours awake if it meant looking at the handsome man standing in front of you. Since you couldn’t tell him that, you just nod and follow him to his car, sad that the day’s already almost over.

He drives smoothly back to your place, and you enjoy the quietness. It’s something that you’ve never experienced with someone who isn't your friend— this comfortable silence. Nico has his way of comforting you even when he’s silent and, honestly? That’s a hell of a talent.

When he parks in front of your house, you hold in a sigh, not wanting to seem ungrateful.

“Thank you for today, Nico,” you smile. “It meant a lot to me.”

He smiles back. “No need to say thank you, I enjoyed it as much as you did.”

You’re about to leave the car when he grabs your wrist, holding you in place. “Yeah?” you ask him, curious of what more he could possibly have to say.

“Can I use your bathroom, though? All that coffee drinking is catching up to me right now.”

You chuckle, nodding your head. “Of course. Come on.”

You walk out of his car and look for your keys inside your purse, moving as fast as you could so that Nico wouldn’t have to wait even more time.

You open your door and let him inside your house, before turning the lights on and—

“Surprise!”

You let out the loudest, most embarrassing scream of your life, and you move to hold Nico’s arms so fast it’s actually quite amusing. Your living room had been transformed entirely and now it had balloons, a sign that read “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, EMMA!”, confetti everywhere and lots of people.

You hear their laughs and you cringe at yourself, letting go of Nico’s arms and staring at your friends. Mia, Ella, Luke, Jack, and—

“Natalie?!” you shout, staring at the woman in front of you. That’s when you realize Quinn is also here which only means that they flew together from Vancouver to New Jersey. “Oh my God!”

You run to her arms and later it’s a four person hug, with Mia and Ella joining you and Natalie. You love them so much sometimes you think you’re going to explode, and you’re so happy that they are here, with you.

Your eyes are wet with tears when you let go of them but it’s fine— so are theirs.

“I can’t believe you’re all here…” you murmur, wiping your tears. “You… who even planned all of this? I’m—”

“For that you’d have to thank your amazing boyfriend.” Natalie answers and you’re about to ask her “what do you mean” when you remember.

Nico.

You turn around, staring at the man who’s now leaning against your wall and smiling at you.

Nico did this. Nico planned a whole surprise party for you.

“Oh,” you whisper. “Thank you, huh, baby.”

It’s not as natural as you would like it to be, but since everyone thinks you’re overwhelmed with the attention, no one notices or says anything.

“You’re welcome, Em.”

“Well,” Natalie coughs. “Mia did say you’re disgusting together. I see that.”

You all laugh, and you move on to greeting the rest of the people there. You spend a long time deciding what you’re going to order for dinner, and then you spend even more time chatting with Natalie and Quinn about Vancouver.

“It’s still so weird to see the two of you together, like, how did this,” you point to the two of them, who were sitting beside each other on your couch, while you were sitting on the carpet. “Even happened?”

“Well—”

“You see—” They both talk at the same time before looking at each other.

“Go ahead—”

“No, it’s okay—”

You watch them go back and forth with this for a while before you interrupted them again. “So. How did it happen guys?” you chuckle.

“Quinn’s team, the Canucks, work with my dad, and since he wants me to, you know, work for the NHL next year, he ended up introducing us.” Natalie says, cheeks so red it has you confused. “Not us like me and Quinn. Us like me and the Canucks.”

“I get it,” you smile. “It’s just such a coincidence, don’t you guys think? I mean, what are the chances, right?”

“Right.” Quinn’s the one to answer this time and you can’t help but laugh at how awkwardly sweet he is.

The food arrives— pizza and garlic bread— and you all chat while you eat. Your house is loud with laughter, music and talking, but you couldn’t be happier. You catch Nico looking at you from the other side of the room and you smile even wider at him.

“Thank you.” You mouth, and he just mouths back:

“You’re welcome.”

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emmaroberts bday girl got a surprise bday party. i’m the bday girl btw. thank u all!

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user1 IS THAT NICO BEHIND EMMA??????

user2 user1 well i know for a fact that the man behind her in the 1st pic is jack

user3 that’s nico hischier behind her !!

miaturner i love you and im still sorry for ruining your birthday cake

user4 miaturner i know the chances of u seeing this are low but what did you do??

miaturner user4 threw it on jack’s face

user4 miaturner WHAT

lhughes_06 💪🏻🎉

tmeier96 Happy birthday little Emma!

elladavis 🤍

user5 Nico behind Emma is sooo cute !!!

user6 user5 We don’t know if that’s Nico.

user7 user6 girl wdym it’s literally him he posted 2 photos of her today on his story

user6 user7 Okay, and that still doesn’t prove anything!

user7 user6 girl bye

user8 user6 so there’s this one river in egypt…

user9 i wanna a friendship like theirs so bad :(

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[crossedwiress]

Emma!!! Happy birthday, honey🤍🤍🤍🤍 I hope you have an amazing day and year, sending you lots of love and light🐥🤍

thank you ana!!!!! i certainly did have an amazing day <3333 thanks for this

[sie-rui]

hellooo!! i’m so happy that ur requests are open😫 can i request a scenario or headcanon of TOMAN reacting to their tomboy female member dressing up for the first time like she wore a dress and light makeup during a group outing and the boys just felt so flustered WGJDNSKDNSKS i just think it will be so cute😩 anyways i love your writings and do take your time😭😭😭<33

❀ PRETTY GIRL | TOKYO REVENGERS 🤍 tokyo manji gang 💿 female reader, second pov (you/your), fluff, crack, pining mikey, platonic relationship, family, au - everyone lives / nobody dies, headcanon 📅 july 04, 2021 🔗 masterlist ,, song: pretty girl

tokyo manji isn't just filled with strong people, beautiful as well. including you, of course. so what if mikey's birthday gift is you in a pretty dress with a pretty smile? no one's complaining.

☆ You were beautiful. Everyone knew that and it was a unanimously agreed opinion.

☆ You had always been a little tomboyish. Refusing to wear skirts and dresses, frowning at makeup, always picking fights, outspoken and confident, and hanging out with boys generally.

☆ Even with those characteristics, everyone just knew that you were beautiful, charming, and if you were to join a pageant, you would win.

☆ Toman (Mikey, specifically) often had daydreams of you wearing dresses and putting on makeups, always sighing like an idiot in love (read: Mikey), but they loved you no matter what you wear and what you do.

☆ They were not prepared when you came up to them, during a planned hangout, wearing something they never thought you would ever wear.

"Y-Y/n??" "It looks bad, doesn't it?"

☆ Mitsuya shakes his head, clamping his mouth shut and everyone hurried to do the same. It was far from bad, it was gorgeous. You were gorgeous.

☆ Draken thought that he would never see the day that you would ever wear a dress- is that makeup?

"Why the sudden change? Not that I’m complaining!"

☆ Baji hurried to defend himself, looking so flustered and looking everywhere other than you.

☆ Hakkai was not in a better situation.

☆ Chifuyu was openly gaping and Takemichi was blinking while Hina was squealing beside him.

"It’s Mikey’s birthday and he always offhandedly mentions how… cute I would be in a dress and so and so."

☆ Yuzuha looked as if she could cry any moment now.

"Y/n. Mikey was wrong. You’re just not cute. You’re beautiful. You’re gorgeous, seeing you like this is life-changing and I think I just turned gay.

☆ After Yuzuha complimented you and dealt you some damage (judging from the blush on your cheeks and how you stammered), everyone hurried to give you original compliments as well, just basking in the fact that you were wearing something other than a t-shirt and sweatpants.

☆ Souya still can’t believe this is happening so… he’s just staring far away. Nahoya elbows him so that he could at least say something and stop staring so blankly as if he just lost his mind.

☆ Mitsuya was almost losing his mind at your dress. It was just so perfect on you!! It showed off your curves perfectly and your skin tone; the sandals fit on your feet and your hair was lightly curled and styled.

"Oh, Emma lent me the dress… Is it too small?" "No. It's perfect. It looks good on you."

☆ Draken tries to remember if he’d seen Emma in that dress before until he realized that she probably bought it for you but just said that it was hers as to not make you feel bad.

"And the makeup?"

☆ Yuzuha can’t help but notice the foundation and the light blush on your cheeks, done so lightly that it could be considered as natural—well, part of it was natural, the makeup only enhanced your looks. There was thin eyeliner on your lash line and your lashes were curled, peach colored lipstick on your lips.

☆ Souya struggles to breathe as you blush in embarrassment, looking away.

"Emma did that too… I told her that I would look stupid in it but she said that it was fine…"

☆ Nahoya blinks, trying to make sure if you really were Y/n. You were acting so shy that it was adorable and he can almost forget that you took out five people at once just yesterday when they picked on Takemichi.

"You don’t. Emma did a great job. Your face did a great job as well."

☆ A jab to his shoulder and Nahoya realizes that yep, it’s still Y/n.

"Shut up! Let’s just hurry up. Emma and Mikey are probably at the rendezvous point already. We’ve got to surprise them!"

☆ All of them were light headed by the time they met up with the Sano siblings, Baji almost dropping the cake and Chifuyu almost tripping twice.

☆ Manjiro just pauses, not responding and just short-circuiting.

"...Mikey?"

☆ Doesn’t respond for full five minutes and all of you just awkwardly stand there outside the private room you rented.

☆ When he finally stopped buffering, Mikey was already ready to drop down and die right then and there. His life is complete, he got to see you put effort in your looks and look even prettier just for him. He can die now.

☆ You had to let him breathe for a minute or two before he could start actually talking to you and complimenting you.

☆ You couldn’t blame him because honestly, every time you see your reflection, you can’t help but pause and have a crisis as well.

☆ Because, wow is that really you?

☆ Emma whispers to Draken that that was her birthday gift to Mikey. Mikey doesn't complain.

☆ The birthday celebration turned out great and whenever someone brings up your current getup, you can’t help but blush and smile a little.

☆ Hina whispered a few stores that sold dresses and clothes that would suit you while Yuzuha handed makeup tips.

☆ You find yourself holding a bag that held a beautiful dress in it a few days later, courtesy of Mikey who was currently blushing and avoiding your eyes.

“I saw it and I thought that it would look beautiful on you.”

[happy4harry]

could you please make a fake insta blurb with Emma chamberlain as a face claim?? thank you!

YES!

thank you for your suggestion :) 

fratboy!harry x childhood friend

summary: harry and y/n have been best friends since they were super young. y/n is touring with 1D. it is y/n’s birthday and people are really hoping that harry and her are dating. harry is 18 (2012)

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harrystyles happy birthday weirdo.

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yourusername thanks bitch boy :)

-> harrystyles she loves me don’t worry guys

fan2 why are they not dating???

harryfan5 crying they are so cute 😭

y/nfan6 THE FIRST PHOTO

arianagrande HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!! 🤍🤍

-> yourusername thank you ari! imy <333

fan7 imma make a  petition for them to date

zayn happy birthday buddy boy

-> yourusername I❤️ZAYN

-> harrystyles i can’t compete 

annetwist❤️

yourusername posted on their story

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y/nupdates Y/N TONIGHT AT THE 1D CONCERT WHEN PEOPLE SANG HAPOY BIRTHDAY TO HER!!! via user32

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user32 HE SAID “everybody, so today it’s someone specials birthday! it’s my best friends birthday. I’ve known her for like years, her name is y/n as you probably know, and she is here tonight. let’s all sing happy birthday for her!” and after the song he said “thank you so much for singing, I hope she got really embarrassed. I love you happy birthday.”

user2 and it was harry’s idea!!!

harryfan8 he is so whipped common now

y/nfan1 she looks so bomb.com

fan9 oh to be y/n y/l/n and be besties with harry

y/nfan7 SHES SO CUTE

harryfan2 what they have 💳💳💥💳💥💥💳

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yourusername this face is now 18

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fan12 HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N WE LOVE YOU

annetwist happy birthday darling

-> yourusername thank you extra mom

harrystyles i was there when this photo was taken

-> yourusername how do you even remember that?

harryfan4 happy happy birthday

y/nfan8 THIS IS SO CUTE

niallhoran happy birthday roomie

-> yourusername i love it when we share a bus 😝

liampayne happy birthday little nerd

-> yourusername thank you payno

louistomlinson happy bday to my favorite tour buddy

-> yourusername you are my favorite 1D member

-> yourusername actually my fav is all but harry 🙃

-> harrystyles WHAT DID I DO!?!??

-> yourusername YOU ATE MY MAC AND CHEESE ON MY BIRTHDAY

-> harrystyles I SAID I WAS SORRY

-> yourusername 🙄

-> zayn get a room

fan9 PLS AHHAHAHAHA I LOVE THEM

PART TWO HERE

should I make this like a series???

i love them

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