#OHMYGOD ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY

[naruryun]

i come alive just to praise myuu and nothing else because look at this art

gorjus

Happy Birthday Yuu!! 💐🎉💜💛

[juneberrie]

DATING APPLEJACK !

request || equestria girls!apple jack x fem!reader

author's note: everyone say thank you to mars for encouraging my delusions & to the person who requested this. also ive been picturing her the way @/cloiiiiii on tiktok draws her so like yeah

ⓘ word count : 0.8k || applejack masterlist

probably didn't realize she liked you until someone (rarity) told her

"what? no way, i don't like-" and then the "HOLY SHIT I DO LIKE HER!"

she was the last to know

rainbow and rarity have to give her advice on asking you out (rarity's is serious and helpful, dash's is just "ask her out dumbass")

probably asked you out with flowers.

"so uh– i was wondering' if you'd, uh, y'know, wanna go out with me sometime? it's fine if not– y'know what, nevermind its stupi–"

she's so nervous!!!

anyways onto the actual dating hcs

she was the one to say i love you first

you guys were probably taking a walk or something and you were talking and she'll like smile at you really lovingly and go "i love you, y'know"

calls you really cheesy nicknames — sugar, sugar cube, pretty girl, my girl, princess, angel, darlin', missy, sweetheart, sweet pea, honey, etc etc

would take you on the cutest dates!!!

sunsets, picnics, apple picking (duh), late night drives

if u like shopping then she's def the kind of girl who'll hold all your bags

she'll also walk you to all your classes / walk you home

also!!! kind of gf who won't leave u alone in public. like if you guys go out she WILL stay with you at all times cause yk 😕

she's such a sweetheart

will open doors for you and get offended if you try to do ANYTHING yourself

SHE WAS RAISED RIGHT 🗣

can and will give you her clothes to wear. PLEAAASE wear her flannels/shirts around her she will lose her mind

"well, darlin', don't you look nice?" whenever u get dressed up

she either gets flustered really easily or she doesnt

pls imagine her in like. a white tank and jeans and cowboy boots

1 million dead 4923 injured

her voice in the morning >>>>>

it has a little rasp and her accent is like ten times thicker and just ugh

she's jacked btw. apple jacked.

she grew up up a farm like what'd u expect

anyways imagine needing to get smth off a shelf or something and she just comes up behind you and reaches to grab the thing and her arms ohmygod

love languages are definitely acts of service & quality time

CONSTANTLY doing little things for you

holding open the door, getting you flowers every week, randomly cleaning your room when she's at your house, filling up ur drink, ordering for you, etc

such a "my girl" kind of gf

"attagirl" "my girl" "pretty girl" "sweet girl"

randomly gives u compliments

also!! i don't see her as the kind of gf who comments under ur insta posts but she's def the kind who'll post them on her story

she's not a very social media person in general, but any post she does make is probably of you

would def write you a sappy letter on your anniversary/valentines/christmas/new years/your birthday

basically any chance she gets she'll write u a long, sappy letter telling you how much she appreciates you and loves you and yap yap yap

i don't see her as a person who wears much jewelry, but i can definitely see her having a locket with your picture in it, or some kind of matching bracelet

randomly starts yapping about you to the girls

"she's so sweet and i love her an–" "SHUT UP WE GET IT." "dang okay"

they're your biggest fans!!!

pinkie probably made a fan account on insta thats just her posting cute pictures of you guys

rarity helps applejack plan dates and shit

dash playfully flirts with you any chance she gets because she finds it hilarious when aj glares at her

speaking of that, i can't see her being someone who gets jealous super super easily?

like, i can definitely see her sidling up beside you, putting an arm around your waist, and glaring at the person who's flirting with you

"who's this, darlin'?"

she has an rbf so if you're really sunshine-y you guys look ridiculous tg

scary guard dog gf!!!!

such an early riser but if you ask her to stay in bed with you she'll be so dramatic about it (she'll sigh and be like "alright, alright, but just this once" <- its happened multiple times)

apple bloom adores you!!! she'll randomly barge into aj's room to talk to you (aj thinks its cute how much she likes you but she does NOT appreciate her sister's interruption)

100% your biggest supporter

if you do theatre or choir or orchestra, she'll show up to EVERY. SINGLE. PERFORMANCE. you will ever have

if you do sports, trust she'll be at all your games yelling her head off and holding a big ass sign

she's really good at cooking so she'll learn how to make your favorite dishes!!! this also means you guys have cute little dinners at home a lot <3

© juneberrie 2024 – reblogs are appreciated!!!

[daydream-cement]

Watching (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x Reader

Larissa pleasures herself while you silently watch.

Author’s Note: Thank you to everyone for the birthday wishes! I love you all so dearly. This community means so much to me. A little smut for you all. Muah Muah.

The sounds of small huffs and moans emanated from Larissa’s office. You weren’t familiar with the sweet sounds, but you were sure they sounded as if someone were pleasuring themself. 

“Shit- Ah-ah… Fuck… Ugh- Sh- I- Ahhh…” 

The moans from the office sounded so pathetic. They were the cries of a woman so close to orgasm, but the final tipping point alluded her. If you weren’t mistaken, it sounded almost as if an animal in heat was caged inside the office from the nature of the grunts and growls. 

Grasping the doorknob, you slowly turned the handle and pushed against the wood ever-so-gently, not wanting to disturb the scene unraveling within. It felt so wrong, but your deepest urges compelled you to peek inside. Your breath caught when opening the door revealed Larissa with her back facing you, clad in only a bra and desperately rutting against a pillow in front of the fireplace. She sat up straight with her face tilted towards the ceiling, her back arching when she guided her hips to hit just the right spot.

Your name tumbled from her lips, broken and strangled by her pathetic moans. Her hands clutched the pillow; you could see her knuckles turning white from the unrelenting grip. The pacing of her beautiful hips rocking against the pillow demonstrated just how badly she needed this orgasm, just how badly she needed you.

While you felt compelled to intervene to help her finish herself, it was far too delicious of a sight to watch her rut like a wild animal to interrupt. 

“Sh- I- I- Ohmygod… Fuck! Ughh.. Uh… Ah- Ah- AH!” Her body doubled over when she started hitting just the right spot, her torso revealing the soft folds of her stomach and her thighs offering a slight jiggle that was so pleasing to the eye. Her hands flew to brace herself against the plush carpeting, fingers clawing into the rug as she tried to ground herself.

It made you hunger for a taste. How you wished to leave love bites across her body. How you wished to take the pillow’s place and have her rut against your tongue. 

Your mouth went dry when her desperation led her to collapse face forward onto the bed and shove her hands between her legs. Much to your dismay, the rug muffled much of her cries, but you were soon rewarded with the sight of her long fingers dancing around her clit. 

The fireplace illuminated her body in the most incredible way, the firelight licking across her body in such a way to make you jealous. Only if it was your tongue dancing its way over her skin like that. Your eyes flickered about Larissa’s ass. It should be covered in all shades of love bites. Someone should be worshiping her body like the divine altar it was. 

Next your eyes fell to her dripping sex. The sheen of her juices coated her fingers and her pussy lips were spread revealing the most beautiful cunt you had ever laid eyes on. The bit of thigh nearest to her pussy was also glistening with her desire, evidence that she had been working hard for this orgasm. 

You could see the soaked spot on the pillow. God, you wanted a taste. What you would give to bury your face in that pillow and touch yourself until your own climax. With a firm grip on the doorknob to support yourself, you pushed a hand beneath the waistband of your pants and underwear to relieve yourself of the throbbing between your legs. You imagined taking the place of her fingers, pushing your tongue through the folds of her cunt and gathering her tangy cum on your tongue. 

Her fingers rubbed wildly against her clit, creating a slick sound when her fingers ran across the juices flowing from her hole. She turned her head, pressing her cheek deep into the rug and revealing her moans to the office once more. Your name fell off her tongue once more, only now her voice was a higher pitch. Never had you heard your name sound so wonderful.

With a forceful and swift movement, Larissa plunged two fingers into her cunt, fucking herself relentlessly. Her voice became aggressive and gravely. “Fuck me. Oh, fuck me… Fuck me, Y/n! Fuck me!”  

Her pussy ran like a waterfall, her juices coating her fingers to the knuckle and dripped onto her palm. Larissa was desperate for you, picturing your face and fingers ravishing her cunt with a ferocity that made her dizzy. The wet noise of her sweet cunt made you even more desperate (if that were even possible) for a taste. Why couldn’t you be the one pleasuring her?

Larissa continued pounding herself, the force and pace increasing to the point in which you could hear the slap of her hand against her pussy and the squelch of cum lubing the way for her fingers. This was perverse. You shouldn’t be watching any of this, but the mesmerizing sight and sound of your name on her tongue kept your feet in place and your hand working feverishly against your clit.

She sounded close as her voice increased in pitch. You weren’t privy to the feeling of her cunt clenching around her fingers or the way cum gushed onto her palm, but dear god you wished you were. 

When Larissa came, she turned her face into the carpeting and let out a long strangled groan. Her body remained still for a few moments, fire still illuminating her skin that now glistened with sweat. Larissa’s shoulders relaxed into the rug, driving her hips higher into the air. Her thighs trembled and she released a breathy whimper as she pulled her fingers from her cunt. 

The shapeshifter’s entire hand seemed to be glistening and the pads of her fingers were pruney from being in her drippy cunt for so long. Your mouth gaped when she pulled her soaked fingers to her mouth, her tongue darting from her ruby lips to lick herself clean. 

From her filthy way of cleaning herself up to the position she remained in with her ass held high and pretty cunt on display, you quickly pushed yourself over the edge. You swallowed your moan by holding your breath as your thighs clenched around your hand. 

With your mind cleared after your orgasm, you quickly realized you would soon be caught if you didn’t leave the doorway of her office immediately. You pulled the door shut and closed it gingerly, holding down on the handle so Larissa wouldn’t be able to hear the click of the door. From there you quickly dashed away from her office, knowing you would return to your rooms to relieve yourself once more, only this time in bed, fully undressed with a vibrator pushed against your clit. 

Eventually Larissa pushed herself up off the floor, and cleaned herself up. She redressed and fixed her makeup in the little bathroom attached to her office. It wasn’t until after she tidied her office and collected her belongings that she noticed her office door had been unlocked the entire time. 

Good thing no one walked in on me, Larissa thought to herself as she walked from her office, locking the door behind herself. 

On her way to her private quarters, the shapeshifter heard the familiar ping of her phone, absentmindedly smiling to herself when she saw it was a text message from you:

Dinner tomorrow night? My place?

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social media au; 20th birthday & cyprus

masterlist & matching fic ; no face claim

samanthakerr20

liked by caitlinfoord, yn and 318 others samanthakerr20 happy birthday yn (appreciate caitlin in the back dancing by herself)

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caitlinfoord happy happy birthday to my favourite favourite girl ever!! ⤷ caitlinfoord and i was having a great time lol ⤷ samanthakerr20 loner ⤷ yn thankyou bbygrl caitlinfoord 😚😚

yn why did you use the one photo i wasn't even looking at the camera? ⤷ samanthakerr20 this is the best photo of me so

kyahsimon happy birthday beautiful girl ⤷ yn miss you!

emilyvanegmond10 happy birthday!! now we're both 20 ⤷ samanthakerr20 so old ⤷ yn don't mind samanthakerr20 she's not mature yet ⤷ yn let's go out and do adult things emilyvanegmond10 ⤷ emilyvanegmond10 sounds like a plan

alannakennedy ahh happy birthday !! ⤷ yn 😚😚😚 come visit me. i miss you

mackenziearnold why did i think your birthday was tomorrow? ⤷ yn wow ⤷ yn 💔 ⤷ mackenziearnold next time i see you i'll buy you kfc ⤷ yn ❤️

stephcatley happy birthday ❤️❤️ ⤷ yn ❤️ thanksss

yn thank you everyone for the birthday wishes, sending you all hugs and kisses xoxox ⤷ katrinagorry10 happy birthday gorgeous

yn

liked by samanthakerr20, caitlinfoord and 283 others yn look for finally caught up, welcome to your twenties

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caitlinfoord it's indi's birthday?? they grow up so fast ⤷ yn i know ❤️ ⤷ samanthakerr20 you two must think you're hilarious ⤷ yn we know we're hilarious

alannakennedy happy birthday, birthday girl ⤷ samanthakerr20 ❤️❤️

kyahsimon geez i feel old, happy birthday! ⤷ yn shush you're not old ⤷ samanthakerr20 ❤️❤️

mackenziearnold indi !!! ⤷ samanthakerr20 and? ⤷ mackenziearnold sorry! happy birthday indi !!

katrinagorry10 happy birthday sammy ⤷ samanthakerr20 ❤️❤️

yn you're really not original with your replies, are you? samanthakerr20 ⤷ samanthakerr20 ❤️❤️ ⤷ yn you're annoying xoxo

emilyvanegmond10 indi looks so cute here! happy birthday sammy k ⤷ samanthakerr20 do i not look cute too? ⤷ emilyvanegmond10 uh

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liked by yn, alannakennedy and 627 others samanthakerr20 definitely can't complain, hello cyprus 👋

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maddikerr this looks amazing, have so much fun girls! ⤷ samanthakerr20 its so nice

kyahsimon goodluck babes xxx ⤷ samanthakerr20 we're all missing you!! ⤷ yn ❤️❤️❤️

alannakennedy bet that's not the only view you're not complaining about ⤷ alannakennedy isn't that right yn ⤷ yn ohmygod ⤷ samanthakerr20 don't you know it

yn im by the pool waiting for you ⤷ yn hurry up ⤷ samanthakerr20 coming

yn

liked by emilyvanegmond10, samanthakerr20 and 523 others yn should have asked for the check before babysitting these three

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emilyvanegmond10 where's my ice cream for being good? ⤷ yn you pushed caitlinfoord into the water ⤷ emilyvanegmond10 she looked like she needed to cool off ⤷ caitlinfoord I'll push you in next time emilyvanegmond10 don't you worry

samanthakerr20 you love us ⤷ yn hm

kyahsimon told you they were a handful together ⤷ yn how do you do it? ⤷ kyahsimon most times I just leave them, they realise soon enough and come looking for me ⤷ yn writing that down right now

[where-dreamers-go]

"Things Happen" Dick Grayson x Reader

(A/N: Happy birthday to me. 90s Robin all happy!

Reader is a fan of Robin and has been having bad luck all day. What else could happen on their birthday?!

Also: Happy birthday @ivorydragoness44

Warnings: A little angst. Use of (Y/N). I did not take this seriously; I snickered writing the ending.

Word Count: 1,086 words)

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Gotham City stood proudly with skyscrapers, large statues, and bright lights.

Yeah, you would rather be inside at this time of night.

But you were determined. On a mission to finish the day on a high note. At least a little more positive anyway. It was your birthday after all.

Just get home. That’s all, you thought as you walked along the sidewalk. Gripping a bag tight to your chest, you hoped the tiny cake would make it.

The hours that had long since passed suggested otherwise.

I can do this.

It was only walking. Nothing like what had happened earlier in the day.

Your birthday had started with you running your knuckles into the wall after leaving the bathroom, you had run your big toe into the coffee table, you had saved a cup from plummeting to the floor and hit the same knuckles as that morning, a folder full of papers met the floor later on as each slid in opposite directions, and then it was your cake.

That was almost your breaking point, but as least you had shrugged the other minor inconveniences off.

Things happen, you thought, trying to remain positive.

Not too long ago, maybe an hour, you had finished decorating your birthday cake. It was your favorite flavor and deliciously homemade. Beautiful in your eyes. Until the moment it somersaulted onto the kitchen floor. All of it. It was enough to make you sit by it and mourn its loss.

Whether it was gravity, physics, or something else—it was having a grand time with your birthday.

Should had wished for a calm day, you thought. No party. No surprises. Just a calm day. Got two out of three.

At least you were the only witness. Then again, that did mean you were alone.

But it’s all good. I have cake.

VROOOOM

SPLASH

A car sped down the road.

You blinked as water soaked in and dripped off of you. You only stood there. Done. Completely finished.

You inhaled.

“AAHHHGGH!"

You huffed and walked on.

Stupid car. I can’t even go an hour without something—stupid—happening? Come on!

Shoes stomping, you continued onward.

Stupid. Stupid. Flippin’ WET! This cake better be dr—

thump

“Hey.”

“AYY!" You jumped to the edge of the side walk.

“Whoa.” A masked man rose his hands up. “I’m sorry. I heard you yelling and thought you might be in trouble.”

“Ohmygod.”

Standing before you wasn’t any masked man. He was Robin. A hero of Gotham City.

“Are you in trouble?” Robin asked with a growing smirk. Eyes scanned you up and down.

“Bad day.” You managed to answer. Your frustrations hidden by a layer of surprise and excitement.

“Sorry about that.”

“Me too.”

Wiping water droplets off of the small bag, you shrugged.

“So, um—thank you….for checking on me.” You smiled. “I really appreciate.” Then you added, “Especially today.”

“No problem.” Robin took a step closer, eyeing the bag in your grasp. “What’s special about today?”

Taking your gaze away from the tight-suit-wearing hero, you focused on the semi-dry paper bag. Lifting it up briefly, you showed him the small bakery logo on it.

“It’s my birthday,” you muttered unenthusiastically.

The news registered in his eyes quickly. If it was pity he had for you, he hid it well. He kept a smile on his lips.

“Happy birthday…”

“(Y/N).”

“Happy birthday (Y/N),” Robin said. “May I walk you home?”

Your eyes widened. “Oh. It’s okay. Really. I’m fine—“

Reaching for your arm, Robin quickly pulled you away from the end of the sidewalk as another car sped by.

SPLASH

Well then.

“Thank you.”

From the close proximity, his grin appeared bright. Playful even. He released your arm.

“Okay, uh. It’s not far to my place.” You relented. “At this rate I’ll drop this cake too.”

“Too?”

“It’s been a day.”

With his gloved hand, he gestured for you to lead the way.

Please let him be good luck. He’s Robin. And he’s walking. Me. Home.

Leading the way forward, you kept your thoughts on Robin instead of which way your luck could turn.

He kept the conversation light, but you did eventually tell him about the woes of your day. The man was itching to know. He was shocked all that happened to one person in one day.

You on the other hand were still trying to wrap your brain around the fact that you were walking with Robin. Goodness, you were definitely a fan. A grateful one. One who thought he was so cool and unexpectedly more handsome in person.

The walk to your apartment was uneventful in terms of anything negative happening. All in all, it was good. Safe.

And the cake is fine, you thought happily as you made it to your front door.

“This is it.” You announced. “Thank you again.”

“No problem.” Robin smiled then asked, “Do you have your keys?”

“Yeah, I��have them,” you answered while fishing them out of your pocket. “See? Everything’s still fine.”

Unlocking the door successfully, you opened it.

“Ta da.” You kept it open with the toe of your shoe.

The corner of his lips upturned.

“Now all you need is a gift.”

“What?” You questioned, shocked. “Robin, you already walked me home. And you didn’t have to.”

That’s a gift of its own.

“It’s your birthday.” Robin stepped forward, eyelids becoming heavy-lidded. “I’d like to give you something.”

You swallowed.

“If it’s alright?”

“Um. Sure.” You tilted your head, curious. “Yeah.”

“How about a kiss for your birthday?”

“I…yeah.” You were a bit at a loss for words.

Robin stepped even closer.

Was your mind short-circuiting? Did you hear him correctly?

In a swift motion of his arm, Robin pulled you in by the waist and laid a passionate kiss on your lips.

For those few wonderful, fleeting moments, you were in the arms of a charming hero. The world was quiet. Your birthday was saved. You were even living the dream of almost every person in his fan club.

Parting away slowly felt like waking from a long, vivid dream.

“Happy birthday.” He whispered knowingly. Smirking, he pulled lightly on the bracelet on your wrist.

OH.

Without another word uttered nor kiss shared, Robin left with a wink and his cape billowing behind him.

Wow. And he apparently noticed the handmade Robin bead bracelet my friend sent me.

You walked into your apartment and shut the door.

“Robin kissed me!"

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PART TWO

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[ladylooch]

For blub night, how about Timo and reader celebrating her birthday with their families and friends and during cake time, Timo surprises reader with matching Cartier white gold LOVE bracelets with diamonds (worth $12,700 each) and then proposes to her with a 10k diamond ring, which leaves reader in tears?

Look at you giving me a lil birthday gift 😘 I would literally die if someone gave that bracelet to me. It is so dreamy and expensive and indulgent. But not for Timo. The ring you can use your imagination with. But  if you think you’re imagining big.. go bigger. Because that’s what Timo thinks you deserve.

A bubble of happiness pinches your chest as you put your hand on Timo’s thigh. Tonight has been perfect. You're sitting at a table, on your birthday, with both of your families and closest friends. The Mediterranean Sea lazily laps at the beach below the restaurant. The warm summer air and sunset make for a perfect ending for your day. 

“Did you have a good day?” Timo asks you, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek. You turn to catch his mouth with yours. He smiles into your kiss, gently easing back with soft pecks before he awaits your answer.

“Best day.” You confirm. 

“You ready for your gift?”

“I feel like this was the gift?” You gesture to the expensive pasta and wine he bought for everyone. Plus, the pastry chef made a custom cake that will be making an appearance soon. 

“No way.” He snorts. “Not for your big birthday.” 

“You say that every year.”

“And every year it’s true.” He reaches into his pocket, pulling out the distinct, rich red box fro Cartier. Your group of loved ones is blissed out on great food and wine, not even paying attention to you. You grin as Timo pops the box open, showcasing the lavish and gorgeous LOVE bracelets. You’re pretty sure you’re going to swoon right off your seat. 

“One is for me.” He says quickly. 

“Oh my god…” You murmur as he takes yours out of the box. The bracelet comes with its own screwdriver to attach it to your wrist. He is delicate as he works at the small screws, tongue licking at his bottom lip in concentration. You stare at the top of his head as he works, relieved at how relaxed he looks. When you first got to the restaurant, he could barely sit still- legs bouncing, stretching his neck from side to side, talking privately with the staff members. It was all odd behavior. You’re happy to see him being more like himself. 

The sound of a sparkler igniting reaches your ears and you turn behind you, seeing the staff come forward with a huge cake. Timo brings your hand up to his lips, kissing each of your knuckles as you watch the approach of the giant pastry. In all the commotion, you don’t even catch that the inside of your bracelet has “Y/N Meier” engraved inside.

“T. This is too much.” You chuckle, looking back at him. You get serious when you see his face. A sincerity is lining his blue eyes and for some reason, even though you shouldn’t yet, you just know. You bring your expensive hand up to your mouth then watch with everyone else's undivided attention as he pushes his chair back to get on one knee in front of you. You squeeze your eyes shut, leaning forward to press your forehead into his shoulder. “Ohmygod.” You choke out, letting go of your mouth to hold his cheek to your temple.

“I love you so much…” He begins, then pushes out a heavy breath like he is struggling to speak. A slight quiver returns when his words do. “I knew you were the one the second our eyes locked in that crowded restaurant. What used to be a constant, unfulfilled search for the one ended in one glance. I didn’t even want to go out that night. I was so homesick. And you became the cure, baby.” He’s speaking in a quiet whisper that only you can hear. Each of his words tickles his lips against the shell of your ear. You pull back, wanting to see his face now that you've allowed your tears to break freely down your cheeks. “We've been planning it for years, so let’s get started on forever.” You grin, shoulders shaking as you begin to laugh excitedly. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You shriek, throwing yourself into his large body. He grips you tightly, holding onto the ring box that you haven’t even looked in yet.

It doesn’t matter. All that matters is it’s Timo asking.

"I love you. I love you. I love you.” You say against his mouth as you kiss desperately. Flashes are going. Video is being recorded. Strangers cheer. And loud booming fireworks blast off above the sea in celebration.

“Here.” Timo calls your face back to him as you feel something heavy slide onto your ring finger. You choke at the size of the diamond, looking at Timo. “It’s insured.” He calms your responsible brain. The band is simple, understated but so elegant. You don’t even have words to say. You’re trying to catch up to what is happening and soak everything in too. “You missed this.” He points down to your bracelet, showing you the engraved metal. Your eyes fill with tears at seeing your first name next to his last.

“T…” Is all that comes out of your mouth. He grins back at you, leaning in to kiss your lips again. This time, he absorbs your mouth, tongue swirling inside and tasting the champagne you had just toasted to for your birthday. “This is the best day of my life.” You finally tell him. 

“And you haven’t even seen the hotel yet.” He wiggles his thick brows. His mischievous face turns to watch the rest of the fireworks while you wonder how you two can sneak discreetly away.

[seresinsbabe]

Some Strings Attached

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x fem!reader

Synopsis: It was supposed to be a quick fuck. No strings attached. That was all. But six weeks later when you’re staring at two pink lines you realize there were some strings attached. And now you have no idea how to find the father because you only know his first name.

Warnings: discussions of pregnancy symptoms, pregnancy tests, mention of abortion, doctors visits, ultrasounds, general early pregnancy stuff that may trigger some

Word Count: 2.2k

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You ran through the next few weeks on autopilot. Things at work were so busy between the big case you were helping on and trying to study for the Bar exam. And the lease on your apartment was ending in the next few months. The leasing office had been bugging you about renewing, but you just weren’t sure if you wanted to yet. It was a nice enough apartment, but you were starting to feel like you needed more space. It was only a one bedroom and San Diego was going to be your home again. It was time to put down some actual roots. Your parents would always let you move in with them until you found a house. Not to mention your car was starting to become unreliable. Just the other day it stalled in the middle of an intersection that thankfully wasn’t busy. 

With all this going on you hadn’t noticed the changes happening in your body. The sudden upswing in nausea you had barely noticed and when you did you attributed it to a pattern of forgetting to eat because you were so deep into your work. You hadn’t even noticed the tenderness in your breasts, perhaps because no one, including yourself had touched them in a way you’d notice the tenderness. You’d been feeling extra tired but you just attributed that to the amount of work you’d been doing. It wasn’t until your nausea hit the breaking point of vomiting one morning when Cassie was over that your mind even went there.

“Wha-no! I mean ma-no!” You vehemently shook your head as Cassie looked at you with wide, nervous eyes. “I’m on the pill!” You were religious in the way you took it…okay well that was a lie. If anyone was a serial pill forgetter it was you. 

“Yeah but didn’t you forget them at your parents house that weekend?” Your eyes went wide and you felt sick again at the realization. That night you hadn’t been taking your pill and you hadn’t used a condom and…he didn’t pull out. 

“Ohmygod. Oh. My. Fucking. God.” Your finger wove through your hair, gripping so hard at the root that it was a bit painful. “What am I going to do? A kid? Am I even ready to be a mom? I don’t even know his last name!” The tailspin was starting and Cassie knew she was going to have to stop the spiral before it got out of control. 

Softly she grabbed your wrists and pried your fingers out of your hair. It was like you were paralyzed with shock as your best friend pulled you into a tight hug. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I mean period and pregnancy symptoms are the same. It could just be your time of the month. Come on, I’ll go with you to get some tests.” Cassie was right. It could very well just be your period showing up. You nodded and let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. 

No words were spoken as she grabbed both of your purses and pulled you out the front door. There was a CVS not far from your apartment. Your body was wrought with nerves at buying a pregnancy test in your hometown, but San Diego was big enough and the parking lot was still mostly empty with it being morning that you didn’t think you would run into anyone. You were coming close to your twenty-seventh birthday anyway. Buying a pregnancy test was common for people your age, but that didn’t make it any less awkward in your mind.

Ten minutes later you stood in the family planning aisle of the pharmacy. There were so many tests you had no idea what ones to get. Digital? Not digital? Clearblue? First response? How was it that you graduated law school at the top of your class but you couldn’t pick a fucking pregnancy test?

Cassie showed back up at your side, a bottle of wine and a multitude of snacks in the basket on her arm. 

“Wine?” You raised an eyebrow at her.

“Yeah, for us to celebrate if it’s negative.”

“And if it’s positive?”

“Then I’ll drink the bottle for the both of us.” You let out a biting laugh and turned back to the tests. Cassie’s hand popped up in your view, plucking a pink box with a set of three tests. “I remember seeing a couple boxes of these in my sister’s bathroom when she was trying for Stella.” That was all the convincing you needed.

You guys were in the home stretch. Standing in line behind some old lady picking up a pack of depends and prune juice when the door chime went off. Your leg was bouncing and you were staring at the floor when a familiar voice spoke out.

“Well look what we have here!” If a black hole was going to open up and swallow you whole you wished it would happen sooner rather than later.

Looking up you spotted hair so bleached it was unnaturally white, especially when paired with the overly tanned skin. Libby Wilson. A ghost from high school past that you hoped would stay in the cemetery. Libby had taken the Y2K popular girl trope way too seriously. From the looks of it she still took it too seriously. Most people grew after high school, became different people and changed their looks. Not Libby. Her clothes were a little more modern, but other than that it was as if she was looking at a yearbook picture.

And as if the universe wasn’t shitting on you enough it was like her eyes were drawn to the items in your basket, specifically the box of tests. Her eyes bounced around at the other items and then to you and Cassie. Apparently the bleach hadn’t completely fried her brain and she was still able to connect the dots.

“Oh, honey, aren’t we a little too old for this? I mean we’re not in college anymore.” You didn’t have the fucking mental capacity to deal with this. Normally you would have been quick on your feet with a comeback, but your mind was failing you at the moment. 

Thankfully Cassie’s mind was still working at full capacity. 

“Your husband still seems to be stuck in high school. Or at least he was when I saw him at O'Shaughnessy's with Melanie Baker last weekend.” A smirk tugged at your lips as you watched the anger flash across Libb’s face for a quick second before she regained her composure. 

“Well. Good luck.” It was a sickly sweet call of support before the woman turned and walked towards the pharmacy counter.

You squeezed Cassie’s hand in silent thanks as the old woman finally paid for her items. Your nerves shot back up one ride home, only getting worse the close you got to your apartment. What were you going to do if you were pregnant? There was always an abortion, but did you really want to do that? Yet at the same time could you really juggle being a single mom and starting a law career? Sure, your parents, your siblings and your friends would absolutely help where they could. But you knew yourself, you knew how stubborn you were when it came to accepting help. Even if you needed it. 

And Jake. What were you going to do on that front? All you had was his first name. He could be halfway across the world right now. Even if you did find him, who was to say he would want any part of this? Still, did he deserve to know if you were pregnant? This whole thing was a mess. This was exactly why you didn’t listen to your pussy. Your brain has never steered you wrong.

Three minutes had never felt so long. Your hand was tightly clasped around Cassies as you waited, tears ready to spill no matter the results. The time on your phone went off, but you didn’t move. It was Cassie who made the move to shut the sound off. She stayed still, her eyes on you as she watched to see if you would move. When she realized you weren’t she tentatively pushed herself up from the floor. 

“So?”

“It’s positive.”

Suddenly you couldn’t breathe. Your chest felt tight and at the same time you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. You felt the tears rolling down your cheeks but your head spinning so much you weren’t sure if they were real or not. Positive. You were pregnant. A metaphorical window opened and all your plans for the future flew out of it.

Of course you knew you had options. It was your body, it was your life. Despite the heavy feministic views you had you just knew you couldn’t make the decision without at least trying to find Jake. It was only fair. You worked in the legal system, you’d witnessed mothers give up their legal rights. If that was what you so chose to do. Maybe you would come to find you wanted to step up. That you would want to be a mom to the little thing growing inside of you.

Cassie’s voice was what finally brought you out of your second spiral of the day. 

“Don’t freak out yet,” you scoffed. That was easy for her to say. She wasn’t the one pregnant. “I think you should call your doctor. Set up an appointment to get a blood test. Maybe you just happened to have three false positives?” You gave her a look that said yeah right, but you knew she was just trying to make you feel better. To find a glimmer of hope in a not so sunny situation.

The days leading up to your appointment felt like an out of body experience. Your mind was constantly running, you’d called in sick yesterday, and then again today. Which thankfully, due to your otherwise spectacular attendance, no one questioned it. 

You took a deep breath and it came out shaky. The paper sheet underneath you crinkled as you waited for Dr. Bahn to return with your results. Over the weekend, through a lot of tears with Cass you decided you were going to go through with the pregnancy. 

It wasn’t going to be easy, but you wanted it. You’d always wanted to be a mom, maybe not in this way and not this soon, but you knew you wanted it. As far as Jake was concerned, you were still going to try to find him. You were going to give him the option to be in the child’s life, but you were also going to give him an out. If he didn’t want anything to do with the kid he could waive his rights, you wouldn’t come after him for any child support. He could effectively wipe his hands clean of it all.

A knock at the door signaled the doctor’s return and you sat up straighter. Cassie, who had stuck with you like the dutiful best friend she was, tightened her grip on your hand. Dr. Bahn studied your face, trying to read your expression while hers remained neutral. 

“The blood test came back positive.” Relief you hadn’t been expecting washed over you. Happy tears pricked at your eyes. “Considering the estimated date of conception would put you at about 7 weeks we’re going to go ahead and do the initial ultrasound. I’ll give you a moment to change.” You nodded, watching as the woman exited the room again.

No sooner had the door closed was Cassie asking you how you felt. You just shrugged as you changed out of your clothes, not thinking twice about Cassie being in the room with you. It wasn’t as if she had never seen you naked before during your twenty-two year friendship.

“Relieved? Happy? Nervous? I don’t know, this is a big change.” You answered as she helped tie the robe from behind you. Another knock came and the ultrasound machine was pushed in by a medical assistant. Dr. Bahn followed in, her expression still neutral. It must have been something she’d practiced over the years. It wasn’t until you were crying, a small smile on your face as she pointed out the barely there blip on the screen. 

In the passenger seat of Cassie’s car you stared down at the ultrasound picture, your fingertips lightly brushing over it. It was a quiet moment of solitary bliss before Cassie started up with the questions again. Questions you didn’t want to think about just yet but that you knew you couldn’t really push off. Like when you were going to tell your parents, what you were going to do about your car that was in the shop again, and of course what you were going to do about Jake.

“I’m not going to tell my parents until I figure things out regarding Jake.” It wasn’t that your parents would be overly upset with you, your mom was somewhat of a free spirit and your dad pretty much did whatever she wanted of him, they would probably be happy. After the initial shock wore off, but you knew they would want to know about the father. It was already going to be embarrassing enough for you to tell them the pregnancy was the result of a one night stand, let alone that you had no clue who or where the father was.

Cassie nodded. “Alright, let’s get looking for Mr. Jake.” 

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[autisticempathydaemon]

Ohmygod I love matchups

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

Too sweet by Hozier ofc ofcm I looove Hozier and the way he sings about relationships 😭 Im like not fixated on a specific lyric, I'm fixated on the wedding bells in the background of the chorus

What is your Enneagram type?

Okay it has been a FUCKTON of time since I looked at that stuff but iirc it was 2? Me being an infp is literally the only thing I can consistently remember bc ADHD brain

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

YESS I listen to them whenever I'm playing Sims or working on something. Any of Jenny Nicholson or Li Speaks’ videos are common for that Nostalgic Essay Stuff. SPECIFICALLY Jenny Nicholson’s jeff the killer fanfiction book video because I OWNED THAT BOOK. I WROTE CREEPYPASTA FANFICTION AND I OWNED THAT BOOK

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend.

I did not have one and I pretended to because everyone else did and I felt weird for not having one

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

Imagining being loved and cared for 😭 or whumpy fanfiction scenarios no in-between. But they usually overlap

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)

I named myself after a character cause I relate ofc but I also named myself echo because it was another birth name in consideration for me and it feels like… whimsical

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

ITS STILL “FLIRTY VAMPIRE LOSES CONTROL” BECAUSE IM OBSESSED WITH SCENES WHERE THE HUMAN PARTNER OF A “MONSTER” CHARACTER IS DIRECTLY CONFRONTED WITH THEIR MONSTROUS TRAITS AND LOVES THEM ANYWAY.

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

Gavin </3 I am simply not a sexual person and it puts me off a bit lol

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

This spectacular show called dramaworld about a girl whos obsessed with kdramas and gets sucked into the world of them, but not in a “the events are real” way, in a “the entire world is a setup for the same characters to go through various plots, forgetting and falling in love over and over again” and it's hilarious and it's such a comfort show even though I can't watch it anywhere anymore I don't think. The main romance is top tier. It's so funny. And the stakes and plot twists are actually pretty good

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

Probably Sam? I want him to be my dad. I have issues.

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)

Apparently when I'm half asleep I start talking about horses? But when I'm still conscious, I mostly talk about like. Vampires mostly.

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

doritos dinamita and mountain dew yes I am basic

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment.

I don't have favorite playlists so much as I play 4-6 songs over and over on repeat until I'm sick of them. Currently, those songs are too sweet by Hozier, no more birthdays by sophie may, and Every Chappelle Roan Song.

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

I love bad romance novels the more ridiculous and bad, the better. kresley cole's immortals after dark are fun to make fun of (no. Hate if you like them)

And whatever else you think tells me about who you are!

Uhhh my favorite form of interaction is parallel play. irl or digital, in a digital sense it means “we're liveblogging two separate things we're doing at the same time” lmao

- Asher-Echo/vampire-bite

Ooh, there’s a lot of good info to consider here. Initially, it was hard because I find Type Two’s easily compatible with most of the Redacted bois, but what said about “not being a sexual person” made it easy to choose Ollie for you.

Because he has never and will never get a BA, I love to headcanon Ollie as either asexual, low-libido, or both, so that’s one reason I think he’d be a good match for you. I also love that y’all would like so many of the same things like open-world games, bad/silly romance novels, and spending time with one another without the pressure to actively interact or engage with each other. (Also creepypastas. I love to headcanon Ollie as a horror, creepypasta fiend, given he grew up on the internet around when Jeff the Killer came to be.)

Every day with Ollie would be so comfortable and domestic, so sweet. Like, on a long weekend like this one if you’re American, I can see y’all spending it at home, a little staycation. He’d be in the other room or one end of the couch reading, and you’d be on the other reading one of your romance novels. Cattywumpus would be on your lap, because you’re his favorite. Your music is playing in the background, and you both stop what you’re doing to dance to “Hot to Go!”, because Ollie would totes love Chappell Roan.

Song:

Spillin' wine and homemade drinks/ We throw a cheers, the worries sink/ Damnit, it's so good to be alive/ We know that we don't got much/ But, then again, it's just enough/ To always find a way for a good time

Ollie strikes me as the type of guy who loves simple, feel-good, folk-esque music, someone being honest and emotional with a guitar. That’s one reason I like this song for y’all and can imagine it shuffled with yours as y’all hang out. The other is that this love song is sweet, catchy, simple just like Ollie~

Runner-ups:

Your love of the Sims and cheesy paranormal romance novels compels me to give you Elliott as a runner-up, because he could bring the things you read and create to life in your dreams, and that’d be so fun! In contrast, your Enneagram type and identifying yourself as nonsexual makes me want to pair you with Cam who gives me an asexual, easily affectionate vibe.

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[pinyeti]

overwhelming day today here's the debrief

I have two humongous final projects both worth half my grade due on Wednesday and im losing my mind AND I HAVE A PAPER DUE TOMORROW MORNING AT 8AM AND I HAV.E AMIDTERM TOMORROW AT 3.30Pn, my groups suck for both projects and THEY JUST

MY GOD

I DONT MIND DOING ALL THW WORK EXCEPT IM GENUINELY SO FUCKIN TIRED OF DOING ALL THE FUCKIN WORK ALL THE FUCKING TIME AND IM SO SICK OF IT AND IM SO FUCKIN SICK OF IT IM SO FUCIN TIRED OF DOING THIS ALL THE FUCKIN TIME

and I just

I have this friend who im kinda close too but she's curt with me sometimes and we are kinda rude to each other as a joke but she just

she's rude to me sometimes on purpose and I dont know why and I just feel like she hates me and won't tell me why and I JUST I do love her and it bothers me ig and Ive had alot of issues with this friend and every time I try to solve anything

yeah

and I am having a huge body image attack which isn't that deep but whatever and my brother wlel

he's got every mental illness on the planet and makes my life a living hell I get being mentally ill makes life difficult for you but YOU CANNOT EXPECT ME TO SEE THEM AS MORE THAN EXPLANATIONS FOR YOUR BEHAVIOUR RATHER THAN A FUCKIN EXCUSE?? IM NOT EXCUSING YOU TELLING ME YOU WANT ME T

pk

okay and then

today was another friends birthday and she was so

we made a whole birthday surprise thing for her and I went to alot of effort to do it and she just I invited her boyfriend and one of her other friend and she sprent the whole time talking to them and making it awkward for everyone else and I

she was like send pictures? and it just bothered me cuz she went out of her way to make it look like she hated them and if thats so then ill just not invite her to things??? cuz wth I do like my friends and this is really fuckin inconsiderate and we had karaoke but there was an issue with the mic and she was just

being really weird about ti and I felt kinda disrespected and she really doesnt fuckin care

and im so sick of this and

its like she just tolerates them for pictures and it was weird and idk

maybe I dont like her as much as I thought and maybe im the problem cuz I really tried to make it special for her and she just

she was just not having it and I tried so hard and I wish I didnt cuz I felt so stupid for caring about mics cuz when she left the rest of us were singing nd it wasn't awkward and clean up was fun even

and the thing with happened with the friend that was curt with me earlier she just we found out a guy we knew was spreading rumors about her sexuality ( his friend group did this to me first) so I asked her about it and she said yea that guy confessed to her and she told him she didnt like him like that but also that her and my other friend fought cuz this guy was being weird and I was BUSY BABYSITITNG MY FUCKIN GROUP AT THE TIME AND WE COULDNT PROPERLY TALK ABOUT IT so I called her when I got home and she got so weird and defensive about it like I was crazy and I just

I hate when she does this and I hate that I care about her more than she cares about me

in fact I know this is toxic as fuck and caring isnt measured on scales

bUT I HAVE THIS PROBLEM

I DO

I CARE TOO FUCKIN MUCH AND I WISH I COULD STOP AND I WISH I COULD EAT MY BRAIN UP CUZ IM SO SICK OF CARING OHMYGOD I WISH I COULD JSUT END MY FUC

OH AND

IM DOING 2 MURALS RIGHT

BUT MY IPAD CRASH LEFT ONE OHUGE FUCKIN MURAL GONE FOREVER

AND I DONT HAVE THE 720CM VERSION OF IT AND I HAVENT TOLD THEM YET AND

AND I HATE MY ART AND

I am president of a club and WE GOT OUR FUCKIN BUDGET REJECTED SO IM OUT A BUNCH OF MONEY FOR NO REASON AND IM SO SICK

I need a break

I need a break

[yourfavvgal]

Guess what day it is..

ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY LIKE WHATTTT????? 😱😱

thats insane

Anyway AHEM

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR MIAAAAA

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUU

i wish you that you shall have a wonderful day and you dont get a desk set <3

I WOULD'VE SENT THIS EATLIER BUT I SLEPT IN ☹️

HFKWKWKDJDKJWJW KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING OHMYGOD 🏃🏃

HFJEKWKDKDK YOU ARE SO SWEET WHAT!!! thank you for singing that!!! amazing performance 🕺🕺 <33

I HOPE YOU ALSO HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY and thankfully i didnt get a desk set 😭😭

DJEKKWKFKDK dont worry about not sending it earlier 😭😭 <333

HUGGGSSSS 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

[tonio-trussardi-blog]

Hello Happy October!

Here's some centric/he's there Tonio fics that I like/find interesting :D

Finding stuff about Tonio is pretty difficult (as always) and I'm thankful for the people who take their time of day to write about our favorite chef.

There's some fics I still haven't read so if your fav isn't here SORRY.

If you want to share your fave fics or one you wrote yourself go ahead! (No proship)

(Don't forget to read the tags and warnings the fics contain/provide! )

Summary:

“Unfortunately, whoever killed my brother,” Tonio says, and Okuyasu’s breath catches at the word “killed” just like it always does, “was probably … doing something that needed to be done.”

They’re silent, heads bowed under the weight of the words. Okuyasu is thinking Yeah. Yeah, and it hurts so badly, but at the same time it feels like he’s been saved.

Every October since 2001, Tonio closes the Trattoria Trussardi and cooks alone. Okuyasu finally finds out why.

Words: 2,508

Ships: NONE GET OUT SHU

(ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST OUCH)

Summary:

The fucked up thing is, when Okuyasu figures it out, has the epiphany, the lightbulb going off, the heavens opening up for angels to sing, Keicho stays dead. Dad stays this bulbous monster that rattles the walls and thuds feet on the floor. Mom doesn't show up alive at the door again.

Words:1,471

Ships: Nope

(AAAAAAA)

Summary:

“Pearl Jam’s range isn’t that large. I could make some food to go that surely will be better than a hospital meal, but it won’t quite have an effect.”

Josuke couldn’t come to the restaurant, not for a while - at least till he got discharged from the hospital, and that was just too long. Josuke couldn’t come see Tonio, but maybe, maybe Tonio could go see Josuke.

if the mountain won't come to Muhammad, then Muhammad must go to the mountain

Words: 5,713

Ships: Josuyasu

(Very fun read)

Summary:

Tonio loves his job, especially when he gets the opportunity to see all the happy couples in Morioh coming to his restaurant.

Words: 1,381

Ships: YES, A LOT OF THEM

(Love this fic)

Summary:

Josuke is torn over whether to bring up his crush to his friend. Tonio serves up sweet dessert and good advice.

Words: 798

Ships: Josuyasu in the making

(Very cute love when this two interact.)

Summary:

“I am Okuyasu of Motunui and we,” Okuyasu gestured between the two of them,” are going to restore the heart.

Okuyasu could only dream about touching the ocean, sailing on its gentle waves as he stares out at the endless expanse filled with so much potential. In fact, he did dream about it, until one day, he didn’t need to. It became his reality.

OR

Okuyasu was chosen by the ocean to restore the heart and he needs Josuke’s help to do it.

Words: 22,037

Ships: Josuyasu

(My first reaction to reading the tittle and summary was 'HUH?')

Summary:

Times Tonio helped Morioh out.

or

We need more fatherly tonio so here

Words: 4,572

Ships: Nope

(IT'S NOT FINISHED. Tonio I love you.)

Summary:

Jotaro feels like his stomach is sinking, because Tonio’s smile is so bright, and he’s going to ruin it.

Words: 2,101

Ships: Tonio x Jotaro. Jotonio? Tonitaro? Does this ship even have a name??? And past Jotaro x Kakyoin

(ohmygod this bitches)

Summary:

It's Okuyasu's birthday!!!! Will his friends actually remember?

Words: 3,185

Ships: Josuyasu

(AAAAAAAA this is so cute Okuyasu my boy you deserve the world)

[jwoongz]

ohmygod its chrissy day ?? im kinda sad that i couldnt prepare anything for u but happy birthday dear i hope u have a peaceful time celebrating w your loved ones sending u a million kisses !! 😚🫶🫂🫂🫂💐💐💐

Thank you Ash!!!! Don't worry!! Your million kisses are more than enough for me, hehe! Love you lots!!!! 🥰🫶

[babygirlwolverine]

cant believe your birthday is april 7 that is just SO perfect for you!! your personality is so springtime your positivity and kindness and exuberance make you so bright and refreshing you kinda scream april baby lsdfgdfgh and 7 is SUCH a powerful and magical number its exactly right , i am so glad the stars aligned to bring you into existence on this day so that we could have you in our lives <3<3<3 happy almost birthday!!!

stoppppppp oh my GOD!! this is it!! thee cutest ask ever to Grace my inbox 🥺🥺🥺 okay yall know I cry at everything, but this made me curl up on my bed and cry into my pillow because it’s just so soft and sweet that I don’t even know how to cope!! you saying my birthday being on april 7th is perfect for me and that it matches my personality with the essence of springtime and positivity and kindness!! that’s just!! the nicest thing!! anyone’s ever said to me!! exuberance that’s so bright and refreshing?! what the heckie nonnie you have come and stolen my heart!! 🥹🥹 this is just- im just.. speechless. the fact you think I scream april baby is just so aldjlsksksk im so happy! ohmygod the fact you think that 7 is a magical and powerful number, i and shaking! you’re so right though that number really does have so much strength and energy and ajslsjslks thank you!! this is so sweet and it just filled my heart to bursting to hear you say such sweet things!! <3333 literally gifting you my whole heart and all my love!! thank you from the bottom of my heart, sweet nonnie!! you are an absolute shining jewel!! 💙💎

[renlyslittlerose]

Hey! Happy belated birthday!! 🥳

Just found your writing on ao3 (and your tumblr) and ohmygod i am obsessed with all of works and I’m really looking forward to wip! Your writing is so beautiful ♥️ i am in love with midnight serenade. I read it all in one night. I cried and laughed and giggled and ugh. Its just so amazing. Can’t wait for the next chapter.

Thank you so much for sharing your work! I’m really glad i found it~ 🥰 hope you had a great birthday and have a great day !

Ah, you're so sweet! Thank you so much! My birthday was great! My mum's birthday is the day after mine, so we're doing a big dinner together tonight 🤩

So glad you like my writing!!!! Slowly updating Serenade, and I've got a lot of little ones oneshots ready to go!

If you mean the vamp fic as the WIP, good news! Almost done the first draft! 28 chapters in total 🙈

Thanks again, peach! 🥰

[strangerhands]

i woke up and immediately started thinking about this fic before i even opened my eyes. i am dead serious. so here i am. GOOD FUCKIN MORNING TO ME AND YOU.

the sight of his thoroughness: washing his palms, the back of his hands, his wrists, between his fingers, under his nails, all while humming happy birthday under his breath the way they likely taught him to in grade school. <-marc spector i am in love with you.

Maybe it’s the fact that he’s still dressed, that all he’s done is rolled up his sleeves and perched himself on the side of your bed. <-oh lord

“You’re just talking to yourself at this point,” Marc murmurs, eyes on your tits. He reaches out and tweaks one of your nipples. You slap at his hand, pretending to be offended, pretending like that one measly touch didn’t have your thighs clenching. He smiles at you, reaches out to pin your hand above your head and then plays with the offended nipple, teasing it gently between his fingers. You let out all of your breath in a warm rush, pressing your tongue to the roof of your mouth, determined not to moan. Not yet.

“That feel good?” he wonders, gently taking the sensitive peak between his thumb and forefinger, worrying it. <-OH LORDDDDDD

“It doesn’t?” he asks. “Wow, and you’ve just been letting me try for the last fifteen minutes? Now I feel like an idiot.” <-AAAARRRRRGGGHHHGHHHHGGHHH

he uses both thumbs to spread you open to his eyes. He whistles softly. “Are you sure you didn’t squirt already? Look at all this—you’re soaked.” <-ohhhmygod ngnmfbfrjhdebfmfbfmfbdnfbdmfrbfhdmdmchhdnmdnfhendmkdnfjdjdmdhdmfnfhdmfmdndhddnmdnfjeng

“God, you’re pretty,” he mutters. You hear the sound of him licking your slick off of his knuckles before his fingers are back, gently swirling circles over your clit. <-OHMYGODDDDDDDDDDDD

How’s he going to unlock that mysterious, mythical part of your anatomy that you’ve read so much about in Cosmopolitan if he’s only whispering into the keyhole? <-😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 this analogy. 🤌

He continues a litany of filthy praises, talking about how soft and wet you feel around his fingers, how hot you get him when you play with your own tits, how you’re such a good fucking girl. <-ngnfhdjdmdnmdhdmdmfhfmdmcnmfbdhsdmbscmgh

Your eyes fall down to where his hands are, and for some reason the sight of the tendons in his wrist flexing as he rubs that tender spot inside you is too much. It’s too much for you. <-yeah,,,

june ohmygodddddd. ohmygod. ohmygod. oh. my god. im gonna die. ive died. im dead. that was so. hot. and incredible. and hot. and sweet. and beautiful. and lovely. and hot. and ohmygod hot. i love love love drm with every single ounce of my being. my heart. soul. he is everything to me. hes the best person in the world. i love the dynamic and relationship shown so so much.

i just love how realistic your writing is ohmygodddd. the way you describe things and write dialogue and just Everything. its just so so beautiful and incredible to read every single time. just phenomenal. thank you for what you do. youre too good. i am going to think about this for the rest of my life. and im gonna eat him.

The Thing About Marc Spector

About this: for A who asked for dorm room Marc making you squirt. I'm LOOKING at you, @spacecowboyhotch. Fem!reader/Marc Spector. College AU. Fingering, some minor dirty talk, squirting. There's some mention of past ineptitude during sex and once instance of mentioned vomit.

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You lean against the doorway of the dorm room’s bathroom, eyes squinting in protest of the cheap fluorescent lighting. Inside the bathroom, Marc Spector is thoroughly washing his hands. 

“It’s just not possible for me.” 

Marc hums in acknowledgement. 

“I’m serious. People have tried.” 

“I hear you.” 

“I’ve tried. I just can’t do it.” 

“Alright,” says Marc evenly. He’s already soaped and rinsed his hands once, but he soaps up again, and for some reason the ball of hysteria that has been growing just underneath your breastbone rises up and lodges in your throat at the sight of his thoroughness: washing his palms, the back of his hands, his wrists, between his fingers, under his nails, all while humming happy birthday under his breath the way they likely taught him to in grade school. 

The juxtaposition of a grown man utilizing advice he was given in grade school while he prepares to—attempt!—to make you squirt for the first time is…it’s a lot to take in. 

You reach out and turn off the water, convinced that it might be enough to give you a nervous breakdown. Marc merely turns to the clean towel hanging from the rack and dries his hands carefully. “I said, it can’t be done, Spector.” 

Marc turns to you with raised brows, the most unamused, unaffected look on his face. “You said I could try.” 

And then you are laying down on your bed. He has laid a towel underneath you, ignoring your scowl at his obvious display of confidence. Then he stripped you naked and spent a long time just staring at you, fighting not to smile every time he noticed your displeasure at his slow, patient nature. 

You can’t help but feel exposed in a novel way though Marc has seen every part of your body up close. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s still dressed, that all he’s done is rolled up his sleeves and perched himself on the side of your bed. When he reaches for your thigh, you flinch, expecting his hands to be cold from the water. But Marc took the time to warm the water before scrubbing his hands. Marc always takes his time. 

“You won’t be able to do it.” 

“You’re just talking to yourself at this point,” Marc murmurs, eyes on your tits. He reaches out and tweaks one of your nipples. You slap at his hand, pretending to be offended, pretending like that one measly touch didn’t have your thighs clenching. He smiles at you, reaches out to pin your hand above your head and then plays with the offended nipple, teasing it gently between his fingers. You let out all of your breath in a warm rush, pressing your tongue to the roof of your mouth, determined not to moan. Not yet. 

“That feel good?” he wonders, gently taking the sensitive peak between his thumb and forefinger, worrying it. 

That’s another thing about Marc. Not only does he take his time, but he’s gentle. You’ve seen Marc at his most un-gentle—you’ve seen him beat the shit out of a guy in a bar who was harassing a woman. Once you saw him punch a wall, knuckles cracking through plaster like it was butter. Both of you know that he sometimes has a problem with violence (one that he has been faithfully working to remedy during sessions with an on-campus counselor every Thursday). But Marc has never been anything but infuriatingly gentle to you, even during the most intense sex of your life. 

He lightly pinches you, pulling you from your thoughts. His eyes are on your face, watching you carefully as he switches breasts and begins to tease your neglected nipple. You bite back the moan once again—but it is a very close thing. “I asked if you feel good.” 

“Yeah,” you admit. “Yeah, you always make me feel good.” 

His smile grows a little smug. You roll your eyes. 

He seems content with this: this soft teasing of you. Sometimes he leans down and laps his tongue over your breasts, suckling on one nipple and then the other, but he never even gives you the scrape of his teeth. He spends an inordinate amount of time dragging his fingers over your skin, starting at the dip of your throat, down your sternum, down to your belly, out to your hips, up the curve of your waist, and up the ribcage, biting back a snort every time you giggle when he comes too close to the sensitive skin underneath your arms. 

He hasn’t even touched your pussy and you’re soaked. 

“Come on, Marc,” you sigh. “Thought you were going to make me squirt. It doesn’t come out of my tits, you know.” 

“It doesn’t?” he asks. “Wow, and you’ve just been letting me try for the last fifteen minutes? Now I feel like an idiot.” 

“Touch me already,” you pout, ignoring his humor. 

He hums, considering. This time when he draws the line down your stomach, he lets it trace further and further until he is ghosting the tips of his fingers over the seam of your sex. He barely even touches you, but you shiver, and when he pulls away, his fingertips are wet. 

“This where you want touched?” he wonders, slipping his fingers back between your legs. Finally, a little mercy from him. You part your thighs for him, groaning when he uses both thumbs to spread you open to his eyes. He whistles softly. “Are you sure you didn’t squirt already? Look at all this—you’re soaked.” 

You groan again but for opposite reasons, hiding your face in your hands. Marc laughs and lets you hide, makes a fist with one hand and drags the knuckles up from your entrance to your clit. 

“God, you’re pretty,” he mutters. You hear the sound of him licking your slick off of his knuckles before his fingers are back, gently swirling circles over your clit. 

“Oh fuck, Marc, please,” you whine. 

“What is it? Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you.” 

“I want you inside me. But fuck, I don’t want you to stop doing that.” 

“God gave me two hands, baby. Pretty sure it wasn’t for this, but—” Marc slips two fingers into you, sliding in with ease, with the practiced motion of someone who has fucked you with their fingers a hundred times. He doesn’t bother thrusting them; he knows that sometimes your pussy just likes something to hold on to. 

Your orgasm is just starting to build when you remember why you’re here, what he’s supposed to be trying to do. Your thighs tense, arms tucking in towards your chest even as you keep covering your face. Marc—observant, ever-watchful Marc—notices the change immediately. Now, letting you hide is no longer an option. He wraps his fingers around your wrist and gently coaxes it away, his brows furrowed at the expression on your face. 

“What is it? Change your mind?” 

“What if I can’t do it, though?” you ask. “It’s every guy’s dream, isn’t it? He fingerbangs his girl, there’s a gush like Old Faithful, he feels like a real man. But what if I’m not a real woman? What if I can’t?” 

Marc’s face twists into a look of absolute confusion. “Baby—all due respect here—but what the fuck.” 

“I’m serious!” you shriek. He catches your hand when you go to lightly slap him on the chest, giving you a look of paternal disapproval that definitely should not have you clenching your thighs together. You’ll consider the pretext for that in therapy at a future date. His other hand—fingers still wet from being inside you—rises to your lips and taps. You open and take them into your mouth, sucking softly, shoulders relaxing. 

“I don’t care if you can’t squirt. I’m a real man, and you’re a real woman, whether geysers are involved in our sex or not. I don’t care about any of that weird, macho shit, baby. I never have. Just let me make you feel good—if you want me to.”

Another thing about Marc: he always knows what to say. 

Around his fingers, you nod. 

“That’s my girl,” he says, pulling his fingers free. He doesn’t bother wiping them off—not when he’s tucking them right back into your cunt. 

He begins those soft, quick circles over your clit again. His eyes move between your face to your heaving tits to where his fingers move and back again, a constant cycle. When you reach up and palm your breasts, you can hear the sound of his breath catching, feel the way his fingers flex inside you. 

Slow and so, so soft: he begins to stroke at the front wall of your pussy. Your legs jump. This is always your least favorite part. Popular theory be damned, plenty of men seem to know where the g-spot is, but many consider it a button poised for repeated hammering, like one of those bells you’re meant to ring to get customer service. You’ve always been sensitive. It’s one of the reasons why Marc is so gentle with you. But in the past, men looking to make you squirt have treated their fingers like battering rams and the walls of your pussy like the vault door to Fort Knox. 

You force yourself to take a deep breath, relaxinging incrementally when his fingers never increase in force. The soft touches against that most tender spot have your legs jerking every now and then, involuntary spasms as if he’s zapping you with electricity. But with time, you get used to them. With more time, it comes to feel good, especially when he changes the direction of the circles he’s making on your clit. Counter-clockwise. Nice. 

But how’s he going to make you squirt like this? How’s he going to unlock that mysterious, mythical part of your anatomy that you’ve read so much about in Cosmopolitan if he’s only whispering into the keyhole? 

“Shouldn’t you be a little—more?” 

Marc stops. “Is this not good?” 

“No, it’s good—great, I just—” he begins to move again at your approval, and the sensation cuts off your words abruptly. You swallow hard, realizing you have stopped touching your breasts and are just cupping them as if for comfort. Trying to mimic his touch from earlier, you gently begin to tease yourself, a whine growing at the back of your throat. 

“There you go,” Marc murmurs. “So fucking pretty. Look at you.” 

“Ma-arc.” 

He hums. 

Your chest rises and falls faster. He changes directions on your clit again and you groan, the sound pulled from deep in your throat. God, he might not make you squirt, but he’s sure as hell going to make you cum, and it’s going to be good. He continues a litany of filthy praises, talking about how soft and wet you feel around his fingers, how hot you get him when you play with your own tits, how you’re such a good fucking girl. 

But—:“Marc, I can’t do it. I can’t squirt.” 

“Then don’t,” is all he says, eyes on your pussy. Your orgasm is welling up inside you, a ball of knots being pulled tighter and tighter low in the pit of your stomach. Your toes keep curling and uncurling. For some reason, you need to repeat yourself, you need to make him understand.

“I said, Spector, I can’t squirt.” 

“I said, Then. Don’t.” 

The feeling grows, swells, deepens and—

You gasp, pushing yourself up onto your elbows. “Oh my god, get away from me, I have to pee.” 

“No you don’t,” he says, unconcerned with your panic.

“Marc Elias—” 

“Wow, going for the full name,” he mutters distractedly, eyes never leaving his hands where they work you over. 

And fine. Fine. You warned him—and at least it won’t be the worst bodily fluid of yours he’s had on him, not since your twenty-first birthday when he took you bar hopping and you threw up all over him while he was trying to help you wash your face clean of makeup in the dorm bathroom. If he wants you to piss on him, he’s going to fucking get it. 

Your eyes fall down to where his hands are, and for some reason the sight of the tendons in his wrist flexing as he rubs that tender spot inside you is too much. It’s too much for you. The feeling in your belly sinks lower and you realize he was right. 

You aren’t about to pee, you’re about to cum. 

Marc pulls his fingers free just as your cunt clenches tight. It’s different from any orgasm you’ve felt before—the way it rushes out of you, what it takes out of you, the absolute silence it instills in you as your throat closes tight, eyes wide, entire body spasming. When at last you can take in air again, it’s just to shout, eyes squeezing shut as his fingers on your clit coax another orgasm out of you. Squirt just drips out of you this time, but the relief is so fucking deep. You can barely hear the sound of his filthy praises over the rush of blood in your ears and the constant babble of your own voice which you can no longer seem to control. 

When you can take it no more, you reach for his wrist. He stops touching your clit right away, moving his hand to rest gently on your stomach. 

There is a moment of endless silence, both of you staring at each other with wide eyes. Marc reaches up with his less soaked hand and smooths his hair back the way he does when he’s anxious or upset or completely mind blown. You can guess which one he’s feeling right now. 

He clears his throat. “I’ll give you fifteen minutes. Then we’re doing that again.” 

“What?” 

He stands up, pats you on the side of your knee like he’s patting another guy’s shoulder in the quad, Nice catch, Chad, go long. Marc fucking Spector. That’s the thing about him. He’s kind of incredible. 

All he says is: “Fifteen minutes!” 

[its-weeping]

— 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓. | hinata special .ᐟ

synopsis. you decide to give shoyo one more gift before his birthday ends.

cw. ೀ suggestive of you squint, kisses kisses

notes. birthday fic for hinata let's goo! so sorry i haven't uploaded anything in a while i burned my hand :(

"god, i am so incredibly in love with you."

you give hinata a grin in response, bending down to sit next to him on the sand. the pair of you decided to end the day at a nearby beach, a serene environment in place of the uproar of a scene that was hinata's birthday party.

in truth, if it had been up to him, he would have rather spent his day with you and you alone. but hinata hadn't seen much of his friends when he was in brazil, so he accepted the plan of a party. it was chaotic to say the least, fittingly.

but despite all the near fights and bickering and laughs, hinata loved it, loved you for organizing everything. he hadn't realized just how much he missed everyone until then.

"thank you for throwing me a birthday party." your boyfriend sends you a smile, peering over towards the incoming sunset.

"you don't have to thank me."

"but i feel like i have to!"

you laugh then and shake your head, "it's your birthday, shoyo. you really don't have to." hinata turns to you with a frown, "and speaking of your birthday, i haven't given your present yet."

the volleyball player tilts his head at this, frown disappearing and instead replaced with curiosity.

"my present? but you've already done so much for m–"

he's pleasantly surprised when he suddenly feels your lips on his. it was kind, gentle, no heat or hurriedness in your actions. hinata quickly melts into the kiss as his hands come to pull you impossibly closer.

minutes pass when you both pull away, chests heaving at the lack of air. hinata is gawking at you with wide eyes, there's an evident blush on his cheeks, lips parted and wet with mixed saliva.

"your present." you eye him with an innocent smile.

your boyfriend stares at you, dumbstruck, "i'm so incredibly in love with you, ohmygod." and you can't help but laugh at his reply.

"happy birthday, shoyo."

product of its-weeping ;༊ | do not plagiarize or translate.