#happy birthday to the best boy of all time

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

michael kaiser wanted to be loved.

he wanted unconditional, ethereal, and never ending love. he wanted to always be supported, that no matter what he did, he will always and still be loved. he wanted the constant feeling of being supported no matter what, that he’s a lovable creature, that he isn’t subhuman like his father had once told him.

soccer brought that to kaiser.

with soccer came satisfaction. he would crush his rivals, his enemies, and each time, he felt a little bit more human, a little bit more loved. it got to the point where that feeling of pleasure and accomplishment became addictive for kaiser, and his sole purpose for playing soccer was to crush his opponents and receiving more and more love.

he became so obsessed with the glory that came from soccer that he began neglecting his own health and harming himself whenever things didn’t go his way when it came to soccer. his fingers wrapped tightly around his throat was once an action of his father, although it now carried on to him. bruises on his body was something that carried on from his childhood to his adult life, even though he had managed to escape his father when he was 15 after having been recruited from the prison.

whenever he lost a soccer match, he would go back to his room and cut off his airflow with his tattooed hand pressing right above the base of his neck as he struggled for oxygen, coughs constantly escaping him. it was only natural; after all, he lost a soccer match. he lost a bit of his humanity and love. he was just becoming subhuman again.

kaiser became so obsessed with soccer that he didn’t even realize that someone who loved him unconditionally was right there, right in front of him this whole time, and yet he was so caught up in his own life that he never even realized.

you and kaiser were childhood best friends. he was your mihya, not michael, no kaiser. he was small, weak, and couldn’t stand up to his father. he didn’t know how to speak to people in a kind manner. he bled when he fell on concrete, and yet he never cried. his face was always covered in grime and dried blood, his body was always littered in bruises, and yet he never cried in front of you. it took months after meeting you for him to finally even smile in front of you.

the first time kaiser ever cried in front of you was when you had gotten him a gift for his birthday.

kaiser never knew how to react to gifts, so he didn’t enjoy receiving them. but it was his eighth birthday, you were obviously going to get your best friend a gift. it was just a simple keychain of a blue rose, a flower you knew he liked. when you handed it to him with a cheerful “happy birthday, mihya!”, tears had sprung to his eyes.

he asked you why you were willing to give him a gift, why you were willing to spend time with him. when you just answered with a worried look and quiet “well, you’re my best friend, of course i would”, kaiser knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

maybe that was why his descent into madness and obsession hit you harder than it did kaiser.

you had indeed stuck with him, even now, at nineteen. twelve years after your initial meeting. you’ve had a crush on him for exactly as long as you had both met, spiraling from a small childhood crush to being deeply and hopeless in love and attached to him. and yet you had no idea whether kaiser liked you or not; he was too obsessed with soccer to show any signs.

whenever kaiser lost a match, you knew that he was going to commit to a session of harming himself for at least an hour so again. somehow, you felt more pain that kaiser did when he did so, always outside of his door, banging for him to stop and begging him to not do this to himself every time while tears escaped your eyes. you loved him; you didn’t want the boy you loved to be so willing and constant with hurting himself.

he ignored you every time, occasionally telling you to go away or mind your own business.

you had enough with it one day. you were sick of it, constantly hearing his choked noises from his bedroom every time he lost a match. finally, one day, when kaiser lost a match, he stormed off to his room again. but before he could slam the door shut, you shoved your entire body weight against the door, trying to stop it from shutting.

“what the fuck are you doing?” kaiser hissed, trying to push the door shut. “mind your own business. i’ll be done soon enough.” but no avail; you continued your weak attempts of pushing the door open. kaiser scoffed from the other side. he usually avoided getting mad at you, although it was hard for him to do so in the first place. but now you were starting to piss him off. can’t he offer himself a therapeutic session in peace?

“no! mihya, stop it and just open the door.” you were beginning to get pushed back from the door, before you used your final backup plan and shoved your arm in between the open space left from the door. you yelped from the pain, and kaiser instantly lost all anger at that moment, pulling open the door immediately when he heard your yelp. you stepped into the room stiffly.

“are you retarded? what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” kaiser exclaimed, wide eyed as you clutched your arm, which was beginning to turn into the color of a rotting plum. you turned to glare at him, angry tears springing to your eyes.

“i’ll do this shit every fucking time for as long as you keep doing this to yourself every damn time you lost a match, you idiot.” you replied. you sighed before looking down somberly. “how long are you going to keep doing this to yourself, mihya? you’re obsessed with fame. you’re obsessed with all of this. you’re enjoying ruining the lives of other people for love. mihya, that’s not worth it. that’s not worth your body. that’s not worth your mentality.”

kaiser felt anger bubbling up inside of him again, and before he realized his, his voice raised to a level that he would usually never dare to use with you, although he would be fine using this tone with anyone else. “you don’t fucking understand! your father never called you a subhuman! he never choked you for no reason! your mother never left you! your father never beat you every day no particular reason! your father didn’t require you to steal every fucking day because his fatass can’t move two meters from the couch and his precious beer! soccer makes me feel loved! soccer makes me feel human! soccer is with me!”

for a moment, you stood there silently. you stared at him as he huffed, his breathing shallow from the loud rant. his eyes were sharp, and in that moment, only one thought ran through your head.

this was still your mihya.

he was yelling at you, you knew that. but he has every right to say all of this, to be mad at the world, at you. he has every right to be upset, to be angry. he has every right to rant about his trauma. he has every right to trauma dump. but at the same time, he’s missing a key component here.

“well, would soccer still be with you if you were nobody?! would all of those fans and self-satisfying thoughts still love you if you were no one?!” you shouted. your eyebrows knit together; did he not realize how fabricating this all was? how shallow this all was?

“no one loved me when i was no one!” kaiser hollered back. “no one loved me when i was just some stupid brat who spent most of his time outside of his house wandering on the streets! no one loved me when my father still used to beat me every day like some fucking punching back! no one loved me when i was still just a subhuman!”

and at that moment, a tear leaked from the corner of your eye. shit, this wasn’t even your problem, and yet angry tears were still flowing. your fists clenched, before finally, you screamed. “i loved you were you were no one!” finally, you finally finally finally got it out. kaiser froze, but you kept on going. “i loved you when you still wore dirty clothes every day! i loved you when you didn’t even know how to say a polite word to anyone! i loved you when you were still small and stupid and you!”

your lips quivered, more tears threatening to fall. you wiped your eyes. “before the ‘love’. before the fame. before soccer. and mihya,” you placed a hand on your swelling arm, that was going from rotting plum purple to the blue of kaiser’s eyes. “i still love you. i love you. but if you just can’t accept it and you’ll continue to wallow in that stupid destructive self-pity of yours where you think that no one loves you, then don’t come crawling back to me!”

you turned around to leave the room, your hand on the door knob, until a warm pair of arms wrapped around your waist. your felt tears begin to soak through your shirt from your shoulder, and your eyes widened. he’s crying?

“goddamn it, i don’t know why im fucking crying. i shouldn’t be. but what the fuck…” kaiser whispered into your shoulder. “i—i-“ he gulped, and your could see his hands interlock together as they squeezed the other like a lifeline. “i love you too.”

finally.

you turned around, separating his hands from the other and intertwining your fingers with his. you smiled softly at him, a small sniffle escaping you. “you said it. im so proud of you, mihya.” you knew how much trouble he had saying those words. how hard it was to say something that you had never heard before. “and i love you.”

silently, you got on your tip-toes, your lips almost touching his, before a few quiet words escaped you. “is this okay?”

kaiser huffed quietly. “way to ruin to moment. you’re this far into the process, and now you’re asking? but fuck yes.” you laughed before you softly planted your lips onto his.

the kiss wasn’t rough in the least, but it spoke of years of pent up emotion and unspoken pain. kaiser untangled his fingers from your and cupped your face so strangely gently, which he silently swore in his heart at that moment that he would never hold someone else like this, like the love of his life.

and when kaiser pulled away from the kiss, just a bit out of breath but just right, that’s when he saw it. deep in your eyes, and also in his.

the look of love.

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a/n: i watched shark tale for the first time the other day, and it had NO RIGHT being that good. the angie and oscar argument changed me forever, and it inspired me to make this. i was originally going to make this for isagi before i realized that isagi is AWARE that his parents love him, and that this prompt also matches with kaiser better.

[prlssprfctn]

On Jason's last birthday, he quietly confesses to his family that he is the happiest that he could ever been. That he had never expected to live for so long, to go this far, and that finally, after so many years of death hanging above his head, following him everywhere, he feels free of it. Like he has so much time ahead. Like he can plan the future now - think of college, make friends. Do something more than surviving. It is a bittersweet confession, and neither Bruce nor Alfred don't know how to answer on this, but they smile at him and reassure that he will have a long, happy life.

He dies in 254 days after that. Bruce burns down all lists with written down colleges that Jason made, while trying to figure out which one will be the best for him, and Alfred hides the Polaroid photo from that birthday inside his wallet. They never discuss it, but none of them forgets it.

They buried a boy, whose grandest wish was to live.

[im-mentally-00-stable69]

Birthday boy!Suguru who came home tired from his mission. The thought of celebrating his birthday slipped out of his mind, too tired to think straight— wants nothing more than to cuddle with you to sleep. Imagine his surprise when he opened the door to his room to see you, his precious pretty girlfriend. All the fatigue in his body vanished instantly at the sight of you smiling brightly holding a cake.

Birthday boy!Suguru who huffed out a chuckle, eyes squinting at how hard he's smiling, his strong beefy arms immediately wrapped around you, careful to not spill the cake that you were holding. Kissing your forehead before blowing out the candle. He felt his hearth throbbed at the sight of your pretty face singing him a happy birthday and at that moment he thought that, this was the best thing that happened in his life. (You, and your whole existence is the best thing that came to him)

Birthday boy!suguru who had a loving gentle eyes full of adoration, looking at you like you hung the stars, shaking his head to tell you that it's okay to just cuddle and watch tv on the couch while eating the cake with you, no need to go down on your knees to please him. He's already contented in just being at your presence. But you refused and insisted that he deserves it, and he can pretty much do anything he wants to you because it's his special day.

Birthday boy!suguru who can't deny you any longer and gave in with a soft sigh, how can he refuse his pretty girl if she looks at him like that? And besides, now that he thought about it, it's also been weeks since he has felt your warm heavenly pussy in his dick and especially in his tongue. Haven't had a taste of it due to his missions keeping him bussy. And right now, as you keep looking at him with those eyes, he wants nothing more than to rip out that cute panties of yours, stuff it in his pockets for future use and have you sat on his face, guiding your beautiful hips to grind harder on his awaiting tongue. Oh, that would be lovely, the best gift!

Birthday boy!suguru who wasted no time kissing you, backing you down in his bed to trail hot wet kisses on your body. He gave one last peck at your soft warm thighs before pressing his face on your clothed pussy. Rubbing his nose in your throbbing sensitive clit, Mumbling words that made you wet your panties even more as you felt his thumb peeled the thin layer of undergarment off your body. Those hot wet tongue dive in and devoured your twitching pussy, leaving no room untouched. Sucking, kissing and licking your cunt till you're making a mess in his bed sheets. Screaming in overstimulation as you tried to move away from his mouth, but he only tightened the grip in your thighs as he push them together in your chest, folding you in half to fuck his tongue in your creaming hole.

Birthday boy!suguru who check the time on his phone and it's already way pass 3:00 am. He throws it at the side before rolling you in your stomach to straddle the back of your thighs. You let out a whine, too worn out from all the Cumming and screaming as well as those positions that had you seeing stars as suguru hit all your spots and made you squirt for the umpteenth time. You're too tired to protest yet, your cunt twitches when you felt your boyfriend's fat dick slipped inside of your sensitive walls. Your eyes widened as your mouth opened to let out breathy silent screams. Feeling suguru's arm wrap around your throat, putting you in a headlock as he fucks you in a prone Bone. Eyes rolling at the back of your skull as his fat tip abused your bruised cervix.

Birthday boy!suguru who pushed in the cum seeping from your warm hole, he smiled lovingly at the sight of his pretty girl who's been knock out from all the fucking and Cumming she had done. You look so peaceful and adorable as your breathing calmed down. He covered your naked bodies in his soft warm blanket. Sighing as he felt the exhaustion catching up to him Wrapping his arms around your body to feel your warmth he move his lips to kiss your cheeks, whispering praises in your ears before he kissed your lips to thank you for just existing and being there for him. He peck your forehead one last time and with that, he closed his eyes and finally, let himself rest with you in his arms.

The best gift ever.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUGURU GETO♥︎

[slvthrs]

ALL THE THINGS WE COULDN'T SAY | v.hacker

— MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD —

No matter what, seeing him all over again feels like the inch has given you, spans the entire seas.

OLD BSF!VINNIE X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, some angst, some fluff, unprotected sex, alcohol ment, making out praise kink, degradation kink, cheating, possessiveness, angry sex, slapping, face pushing, begging, choking, mean vinnie!!

word count:  2.5k <3

a/n: lil apology for the disappearance mls :(

Ever since that fateful day, I haven’t spoken a word to Vinnie.

It’s not like we were best friends, chatting everyday- at least not best friends in LA. But having sex whilst he had a girlfriend proved too much for me.

I ignored every text, every call, every attempt to get in contact despite what I really wanted. However I knew that any form of interaction between us would end up the same way our last one ended.

And I was very right.

It had been 2 months, it was all going good. I was starting to forget the feeling of his lips on me. Starting to forget the way he made me laugh, held my body close whispering sweet nothings. 

I started spending more time at the gym, and spent more time with my friends. Went out clubbing, shopping, anything that would help me forget. 

But in the back of my mind, only one thing actually made me crumble in the middle of the night, only one thing I thought of when I fell asleep, the one thing I craved.

He had given me an inch and I imagined it to be a mile- the same mistake I kept on making.

So when I heard that Vinnie was throwing his birthday and I had received the coveted invitation- I imagined it to be the world.

Vinnie’s birthday was always something I looked forward to back home. Maria’s cooking, Nate on the grill, and Reggie playing silly board games with Vinnie and I.

***

“YOU FUCKING CHEATER” I yelled, jostling Poncho in my lap.

“Oh c’mon it’s not my fault you suck at Uno” Vinnie laughs moving to pet Poncho.

“Absolutely not! I had Uno, I was about to win!” I grumble, my head falling onto the coffee table table.

Reggie’s hand rubs my back, “Hey we all know Vinnie cheats don’t worry,” He teases sticking his tongue out at his big brother.

The two boys start bickering, laughing, and yelling curses as I cradle Poncho, “Shh baby ignore em their just two stinky men” I whisper

Their words quickly turn into playful rough housing until Maria breaks them up bringing out Vinnie’s cake.

His face is illuminated by the soft glow of the candles, as the cake is set in front of him. His big signature toothy grin covers his entire face as he watches us start to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to him.

One of his hands wraps around my waist and my world just stops- at least for a moment before I’m jostled by him blowing out the candles in one big huff.

“What did you wish for Vin?” Nate asks, smiling at his newly adult son

His face turns to look at me giving me a smile before turning back to his dad, “Can’t say unless I don’t want it to come true.”

My world just died right there before starting all over again.

That was a day before he left for LA.

***

I had spent the night getting ready with my friends. I was adorned in pretty jewelry complimenting my hair. I was wearing a pretty white tie-in-the-front white cropped top with long sleeves and a low-rise white mini skirt. I had matching waist chains with some strappy white heels. 

Vinnie’s favourite perfume of mine sprayed on my skin in an involuntary action as I packed up my little purse with some needed essentials and some non-essentials.

I stared in the mirror, Was I really doing this?

“Babes Tyler is here!” My friend Kylie shoots in my direction.

Tyler- the only reason my friends thought I should go to this party was if I brought a guy, so Tyler had to do.

I guess I am.

My friends and I walk out to Tyler’s car, not before a shot for pure confidence, and slip into the passenger seat driving down the same way I went two months ago.

We arrive at the house around 10:30, right around when most people are trickling in. I fix my dress as we walk through the door and all of a sudden the wave of anxiousness washes over me and I want to run.

I don’t however run away, despite how much I want to, I still hold it together.

Kylie pulls me aside to check up on me and hands me a drink, telling me to ‘get some!’ Despite the fact that we both have very different people in mind. 

Jordan, one of Vinnie’s friends walks up to me engaging in mindless conversation that's so clearly an attempt to find out who Tyler is or if “I’m seeing anyone.”

Despite that fact we have a pleasant conversation whilst I feel a pair of very familiar eyes burning into the back of my skull as I hug Jordan goodbye as people get ready for midnight.

Two blonde dudes come in holding a large sheet cake with 22 candles placed ever so gently on top.

Vinnie’s hand is wrapped around Allison who stares at him as if he’s the sun and the stars and his eyes stay on me, causing me to sweat. He grins as the cake is placed in front of him, straightening out his stupid little suit as everyone begins to sing.

As the song finishes everyone bursts into cheers as he blows out his candle as Allison grips onto him, his eyes leave the cake finding his girlfriend’s as she asks, “What did you wish for baby?”

He smiles, not saying a word as he looks back at me, “It’s a secret.”

That’s too much for me.

I maneuver around the drunk crowd, sprinting up the nearest stairs and into the first room, walking out onto the balcony and sitting down on the ground.

My world feels like it's out of orbit, everything just stopped. My head tips back on the glass balcony as I try to recollect my thoughts.

Stray tears fall onto my face, if he can do it for her, why couldn’t he have done it for me, is the only thought that swirls in my mind.

“Hey are you okay?” No no no.

I shut my eyes praying he’ll just go away, but he doesn’t, he never could. He sits down next to me, his body heat slipping on to me.

His hand rests on my shoulder, “Open your eyes” Vinnie’s voice whispers and like a marionette, I obliged.

My bloodshot teary eyes meet his as I turn my head as I move to wipe away my tears.

“Yes?” My voice breaks.

“Why are you crying?” He whispers, his gaze soft and his words even softer.

“Don’t do this, Vinnie.” I whisper, desperation evident in my voice.

“What pretty girl?”

And I cry all over again. I take in staggered breaths as his arms wrap around me. His hands soothe my skin as I crumble into his dumb suit.

I melt into his touch. I want to die like this, in his arms.

“I can’t do this, I don’t know why I came” I whisper as tears fall on my face and into his shirt.

“It’s my birthday… didn’t you want to be here?” He asks, his voice breaking a little as he pulls my face away, lifting up my chin to look at him.

His gaze drops to my lips for a moment as I snap out of it, immediately rising to my feet stepping into the room.

“No no we can’t do this” I whisper-yell at him, my hands crossed over my chest

“We’re not doing anything?” He looks bewildered, his eyebrows knit together

“We can’t be friends.. I-I can’t be here alone with you, your girlfriends downstairs!” My voice rises a little

His expression is the picturesque definition of pain, “Why not?”

“Because I spent years loving you and you threw it all away!” I yell my hand pointing at him

“I didn’t throw it away!” He raises his voice, stepping closer to me

“Oh yes you fucking did, and I was doing so good! I was forgetting about you!” I cry out, I step closer to him.

“I don’t want you to forget about me” His voice is expressionless, as he steps closer as we’re practically chest to chest

“I want to! You have a girlfriend” I slam my fist on his chest as his grabs my wrist

“Jesus were you always this fucking bossy when we were kids?” His eyes narrow, eyeing me

I roll my eyes and scoff, “Fuck. You.” 

He has the audacity to laugh, “You can try and forget me, get with that idiot you got here with- But never, tell me I threw us away, I loved you! I love you.” 

His voice softens ever so slightly, “I will never not love you, tell me to break up with Allison, I will, tell me to kick everyone out right now, I will. Whatever you want, tell me. I’m yours”

“I hate you. Leave.” I huff

He shakes his head, “Anything but that.” 

“Leave me like you left me 3 years ago and 2 months ago” I whisper

“No.” His voice is harsh and commanding

“Vinnie…”

“No.” His grasp on my hand doesn't falter and in fact his other hand grasps my other wrist.

My eyes narrow, please whatever scraps of self respect I have please kick in.

His pushes me back against the wall, my hands pinned either side of me as he places a kiss on the birthmark on my neck, “I’m never leaving you”

I shut my eyes, tipping my head back, please kick in, I beg.

“Open your eyes.” His voice rough and ragged

My eyes flutter open, meeting his blown out brown eyes.

Oh no.

His lips meet mine in a desperate kiss, his hand moves to grasp my waist as mine tangles in his hair. 

“We can’t” I whisper despite still kissing him back

“Just shut the fuck up” He groans as he bites down on my bottom lip

“You’re my worst addiction” He mumbles moving to kiss my neck

I whine, nails digging into his curly brown locks, “I hate you”

“I know my love” I murmurs against my skin, kissing every spot of my neck he can find before dipping down to my tits.

“Vinnie-”

“Yes.” His voice cuts mine off, his head tipping up, looking up at my eyes.

I shut my eyes, “Need you”

“What? Where? Tell me” He begs

“Need you to fuck me, rough” I whisper

He stops his kisses, moving to cup my face, “Whatever you want doll”.

He meets my lips in a rough kiss guiding me to the edge of the bed, pushing me down to sit.

“God you're so pretty, it makes me wanna ruin you sometimes” He whispers out, his voice rough as he moves a strand of my hair away from my face as he looks down at me.

He moves me further up the bed as he leans over me, pulling the buttons of his waist coat down but as he’s mid way he gets frustrated he just rips it off along with his shirt as he kisses me again.

His lips move in tandem with mine as he pulls the knot of my shirt, causing it to fall down.

“Mine” He whispers into the kiss, “Say it princess”

“Yours” I whine as he shuffles my skirt and panties off and unclasped my bra

“My perfect girl” He mumbles as he flips me over, smushing my face into the pillows

I can hear his belt clinking open and he shuffles out of his constricting dress pants and boxers

“S gonna hurt darling girl, just be good for me” He whispers as he kisses my spine as he slowly stretches me out

His hand pushes my head down into the pillow as his other hand rubs circles on my clit.

My toes curl up and my eyes roll back as he starts to slowly rut into me, “There she fucking is”

His grunts echo in the room as my muffled moans coat the pillow, “Cmon, you can take it won't you? You're just so good for me.”

His words tease me as he speeds up his pace, he pushes down my head to thrust deeper into me as his muscles flex around me.

“So fucking tight, s’ like you were made for me” He grits as he pulls my hair up as a ragged moan leaves my mouth

“Such a whore, so good for me aren’t ya?” He chuckles

I whine nodding my head as my mind is too cloudy to form words.

He slaps my ass illciting another pitchy moan from me, “Asked you a fucking question” 

“Mhm all for you” I mumble biting down on my lip

“God you don’t even know what you fucking do to me darling” He groans as his hand speeds up around my clit

“M close, Vin m close” I ramble like an idiot shutting my eyes

He slaps my ass again causing me to yell, “Beg for it gorgeous girl” 

“Please Vinnie” I crumble whining

He laughs at my sad attempt, “My good girl can do better than that can’t she?” 

“Please please I need it so bad, need you so bad” I mewl under him

His pace speeds up, “Yeah? Take it baby”

I cum with a loud moan as my eyes screw shut. I can feel Vinnie kiss along my spine, caressing the sides of my body.

He flips me over so I’m looking at him, his flexed biceps on either side of my face and his dumb chain dangling over my face.

He sinks in again as I whimper, “Can’t Vin” 

“Yes you can, you're so good, aren’t you?” His voice teases

I succumb to his words mindlessly nodding my head.

“That's right, you can take it and you fucking will.” He punctuates with a sharper thrust

The headboard slams against the wall against Vinnie’s impossible strength rutts into me.

One of my hands wraps around his bicep and the other holds onto his wrist as I pull it on to my neck.

His eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.

“Please?” I whisper

He chuckles as he squeezes around my neck using the grip to pound deeper into me as my eyes roll back as my cunt clenched around him.

“M’ gonna cum, can’t hold out, you just feel too fucking good” He whispers

I whine at that cumming around him without warning as I clench around him he finishes inside me.

We take a second to catch our breaths just lying there for a second.

He pulls out maneuvering us on the bed as he kisses my neck, “Not too much my love?”

“Never” I hum

He nuzzles into my neck as my back meets his chest, “Want me to break up with Allison?”

I take a second to process his question.

“Yes… but I don’t want to date you right now” I whisper

“I'll stay alone forever if it’ll make you happy princess” He hums 

“Good” I giggle

“God should've known you were heartache from the moment I met you” He chuckles as he falls asleep in the crook of my neck.

An inch? A mile? As long as it's Vinnie, for you its enough.

[universefcb]

◎﹒⚽ . ❛ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒 ❜ ━━━ My first time writing here, hahaha. I'm so happy.

◎﹒⚽ . ❛❛𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒❜❜ ━━━ English is not my first language, sorry if there is a mistake!

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◎﹒⚽ . ❛𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒❜ ━━━ OH MY GOD, I love this boy so much!

◎﹒⚽ . ❛❛𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒❜❜ ━━━ 1.1k Of words

The girl placed the box on the counter and looked at Irene, her best friend. They were both organizing a surprise party for Pau, and since Irene wasn’t getting any help from her parents, she decided to rely on her best friend. The girl was two years younger than her, but that didn’t stop them from having a great friendship.

“All set, now we just need to fill up the balloons and hang them!” The girl said, clapping her hands together to remove the dust from the cardboard box that had been stored in the Cubarsí family’s storage room.

“Thanks for helping me; I don’t know what I would do without you,” she laughed, looking at her friend. “You can go home, take a shower, and come back. I’ll take care of the balloons.”

“What do you mean, come back?” she asked, shaking her head in confusion.

“Come back for the party, s/n,” her voice sounded obvious.

“I’m not close enough to Pau to be at his party, Rene,” she shrugged, walking toward the living room with Irene following behind.

“But you’re MY best friend, and you’re helping organize the party. You have every right to be here.” They both sat down on the white couch in the living room. “Besides, Pau likes your company.” Her tone was teasing and mischievous.

“Don’t be silly, Irene.” She placed a pillow on her lap and fixed her gaze on the enormous TV. “He’s just polite to me, something you aren’t.”

Irene rolled her eyes and gave her friend a light slap on the back of the head. They both laughed, and Irene turned to look at her best friend more directly.

“Go get ready and come back looking gorgeous!” She stood up and pulled you by the wrists, dragging you to the door. “Bye-bye, baby.”

She closed the door in your face, and you just sighed, not having much choice but to go home. You took an Uber back.

Calmly, you got ready, running your hand through your hair, checking if everything looked perfect. You didn’t want to admit it, but you didn’t like being around Irene’s family. Actually, you didn’t like being around her younger brother, knowing that you’d never have a chance with him.

The garage door was open, and she stepped inside, seeing the backyard decorated in blue and red. Her eyes landed on Irene, who was chatting with some of Pau’s club friends. She smiled shyly, lowering her head in embarrassment as she felt all the boys’ gazes fall on her.

“I definitely wasn’t going to come,” she muttered, fidgeting with the hem of her floral white dress, shifting her feet awkwardly.

“Don’t be like that, grab the present, and let’s go talk to the kids.” Irene pulled her wrist, but she stopped.

“How do you know I bought something for him?” Her neck burned with embarrassment at the thought of Irene knowing about her feelings for her younger brother.

“I know you like the back of my hand. You spent three weeks going to the jewelry store at the mall, staring at the necklaces with the letter P. I’m not stupid.” She linked her arm with yours.

“I hate you,” she murmured as they approached the boys.

“Hi,” you said shyly, sitting on the chair next to Irene, which, coincidentally, was next to Pau.

You greeted him briefly, feeling embarrassed to be so close to him. Your hands were sweating and trembling. You were an extremely shy person, and even more so when it came to boys and anything related to them.

“I need some help inside; would you guys mind helping me?” Irene looked at Hector and Yamal, who exchanged glances before smirking.

“We’d be happy to help,” Yamal said, getting up, and Hector followed. The three of them left, leaving the “couple” alone.

“Well… Happy birthday!” She smiled, lowering her head to rummage inside her bag until she found a small black velvet box. “I know it’s not a big present… but I didn’t want to come empty-handed.”

She mentally cursed herself for blushing as he flashed a beautiful smile upon seeing the box. Pau took the small object from her hands and opened it, revealing a beautiful silver necklace with the letter P. He chuckled, and s/n’s stomach churned, unsure if he liked it or if he was laughing at her for being pathetic.

“This is the best gift I’ve received.” He lifted his gaze, looking at the girl in front of him. She had a surprised expression on her face, uncertain if he would like it. “Will you put it on me?”

Pau handed her the necklace, turning his back to her. The girl fastened it around his neck and watched as he turned back to her. Her eyes sparkled upon seeing the smile on his face, and she felt her stomach flutter as butterflies danced in a calm, happy melody

“It looks perfect on you,” she whispered, too shy to say it louder. “I should go inside; Irene probably needs help…”

She stood up, wanting to escape, but his large hand grabbed her wrist, making her stop and look at him—at those green eyes that appeared darker due to the night and the dim lighting.

“What is it?” she stammered, watching him rise from his chair, towering over her without releasing her wrist.

It was no secret that Pau was incredibly tall, and she looked tiny beside him, barely reaching his shoulders. She had to tilt her head up to meet his gaze, which made her blush even more. The warmth of his touch made her feel hot; everything about him turned her red.

“I can’t miss this chance,” his voice sounded anxious and breathless.

Before she could respond, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. She gasped in surprise, unable to believe HE had done that. He noticed she didn’t immediately respond and started to pull away, but she pulled him back, rising onto her tiptoes to kiss him. His lips were soft and warm, like clouds. His hands moved to her waist, gripping it and pulling her even closer.

They pulled apart, breathless and flushed. He smiled at her, gently running his finger across her cheek, making her smile.

“Be mine, please…!” She looked into his eyes, seeing them shine, and she smiled at that.

“I already am.”

As soon as she said that, it was all the encouragement he needed to kiss her again—this time, even more passionately.

[savanaclaw1996]

Skincare Sessions & Spicy Ramen-Cater Diamond x GN! Reader! (Birthday Fic)

Hey, hey, hey! Guess whose birthday it is! Yup, our Diamond boy's! I really hope you enjoy this birthday fic! Also, props to the magnificent @hisui-dreamer for lending me her beautiful fic as reference!

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Today was an glorious day at the dorm of Heartslabyul. Cater gave out a big yawn and stretched. Today was a special day: his birthday. Cater sighed. Another day, another birthday, he thought.

He reached towards his phone on his nightstand and removed it from the charger. He pressed the phone's button, and the screen came to life. He saw the notifications from his family, bidding him happy birthday.

Cater smiled. This birthday was guaranteed to be a fun day, indeed. Then there was a sudden knock on the door. "Cater-senpai! It's me!" a familiar voice said on the other side of the door.

Cater smiled even wider. It was (Y/N), his significant other. He walked over to his bedroom door and opened it. (Y/N) stepped into his room carrying a bowl in your hands. "I've made you your favorite for breakfast: spicy ramen!" (Y/N) said as you set the bowl onto his desk.

The delicious spicy aroma of the ramen tickled Cater's nose. "Thanks a bunch, (Y/N)-chan!" Oh, how lucky he was to have you as his significant other.

"I had debated on giving you toast with eggs and bacon for breakfast, but then I thought, why not start off your birthday with your most favorite food?" (Y/N) said.

Cater had to admit, starting off your birthday with your most favorite food IS the best way to celebrate. After eating his bowl of ramen, he smoothed back his morning hair with his elastic headband.

"Hey, (Y/N)-chan, I'm going to start off a skincare session on Magicam today. Wanna join me?" Cater asked. (Y/N) smiled. "Can I? Will it be okay?" you asked. "Sure!" Cater replied. "Come on and set yourself down right here!"

As (Y/N) set yourself beside Cater, he set up his phone near the large mirror with skincare lotion bottles, tubes and jars, set it to camera mode and pushed the record button. "Yoohoo, Cay-kun here! This time I'd like to introduce some of my favorite bass items recently." And so, Cater demonstrated his skincare products and how to use them in his video tutorial. He also applied some on (Y/N)'s face as part of the demonstration.

His voice carried so much zest for life and energy that (Y/N) often couldn't help but find yourself being swept up in the whirlwind of his enthusiasm. With him by your side, there's just never a dull moment between you two.

Once Cater finished his tutorial, he pressed the stop button and sighed. If he was being honest, putting up a smile for the masses is exhausting. Hiding behind his bright, camera-worthy smile was a deep sea of emotions that he kept hidden from the world, a silent burden that he carried with him day in and day out. He dreaded to think of what will happen if he ever revealed his true self to everyone.

"Cater-senpai?" (Y/N)'s sweet voice sliced through his fog of thoughts. Cater turned to look at you. "Yes?" he asked, turning to look at you. "Can I comb your hair?" you asked. "If you want me to, that is."

Cater flashed you a smile, not his usual Magicam smile, but his genuine one. "Sure, (Y/N)-chan." he replied. He then sat down at the mirror, and you took a comb and started combing his carrot-colored hair. While he hid his true feelings from the world, all of his fears and sad thoughts, he revealed them to you, and you alone.

As you gently combed his locks and massaged his scalp, all the negative thoughts clouding Cater's mind just evaporated into thin air. You truly are one of a kind, the rarest gemstone among a hoard of rocks.

As you finished combing Cater's hair and tied up his hair into its usual style, you looked at Cater's reflection in the mirror. In your eyes, he gleamed like a diamond, appealing and admirable, but unlike a diamond, he isn't perfect.

Just like everyone else, he grapples with his own insecurities and is sometimes put under immense pressure. And in those tough moments, you're always there to remind him of his value and strength, to reassure him that he's enough just the way he is.

In your eyes, he's way more than enough. He's your Cater Diamond, the best diamond of them all. "Happy birthday, Cater-senpai." you said as you placed a loving kiss right on his left cheek. Cater blushed and chuckled.

"Silly! I still have skincare lotion on my cheek!" he laughed. "You kissed it off!" (Y/N) covered your mouth with shock. "Oops! Sorry!" you said before you laughed along with him.

[darkmagyk]

Fic game prompt! Poorly Timed Confession and pregnancy fic?

More of the Previously written: Annabeth is Married to king Poseidon, Percy is Poseidon's bastard son AU that I started here

A bastard son’s position was precarious. Percy had always known that. He lived and died (perhaps literally) on his father’s desires.

Percy had long been lucky. Both of Poseidon’s first two wives had died before his mother had come to court. Poseidon had been very attached to his mother. And he’d been very proud to sire a son at his age. And for the son to be so healthy and hail and looked just like him.

In recent years it has gotten better. He’d gotten a ducal title. Some of the best Estates in the country, and his military success was proven.

He was 18 and doing as swimmingly as one could imagine.

Except.

No.

Except a lot of things.

His father was old. He would be 70 at his next birthday, and though he was about as healthy as one could be at 70, he would not last forever. And Triton hated Percy. Despised him more than anything else.

He wasn’t sure how he was going to manage in a post Poseidon world, when that day came.

But then, he was already committing treason.

For 5 months, he and the Queen had been… carrying on, as it were.

He hadn’t meant to, not really. Even though Queen Annabeth was his age, and the funniest and smartest person he’d ever known.

Queens, even girlish queens of old men, didn’t conduct affairs with bastard boys. Even favorited sons with ducal titles.

But Annabeth had. It might have been desperation. No one had wanted much to do with her when she arrived. And it was clear she was stifled for both intrigue and friendship.

Percy was so happy to be that friend, and to attempt to take her hurts, and kiss them better.

To kiss her everywhere: to join her in her bed, and make her time in Atlantis better.

He should not have fallen in love with his father’s wife. 

He was in too deep now, dreaming of drowning in her love. 

Bastard’s lived and died by their father’s. And Percy was betraying his in every way imaginable.  And it was worth every second of it. 

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Annabeth had always known she was meant to be a queen. But she had been furious at her uncle when he’d arranged the marriage with a twice widowed man, with an heir and a bastard spare already. 

It had been everything she’d feared. He was old, which was not necessarily a bad thing. She might have found great satisfaction as a puppet for an old man. Or even in wrapping a man around her fingers. 

But Poseidon was both in fine health and very set in his ways. He did not run his court the way she would, of course, but it had no gaping holes that would bring it to its knees in his lifetime.

He had his friends. He had his women. He had his amusements and the passive love of his people. 

Annabeth still had no idea why he even bothered with another wife. He didn’t yearn for her companionship. He didn’t need her feminine influence on his court. He had an heir who seemed as healthy as he. 

He might want a spare. And that would explain both the marriage and the recruitment of a bride so young. But if he wanted a spare, you would have thought he’d have done his husbandly duties. 

He’d been drunk on their wedding night, and the only saving grace was he’d both passed out before doing anything, and been out of it enough subsequently to believe the blood she’d put on the sheets. 

He had not called on her once in their six months of marriage. And of the 3 times she’d called on him, twice she’d been turned away. And once he had failed. 

And it was no secret that she had failed to make an impression on him. The wedding had been, as far as royal weddings went, a scant affair. The feast had only 12 courses and the King had not even had a new doublet made.

And so she failed to make an impression on anyone else. They had all decided she was not worth it, at least now. A queen only in name. Not in word or deed or every day. 

It would have been ok. Annabeth of Svedland was not merely a pretty face and a good pair of breeding hips. She was smart. And she was clever. And she could plan her way out of this. 

If not for the crushing loneliness that seemed to surround her. Her uncle had not sent any of her companions with her. And though there were ladies to surround the queen here, they barely paid lip service to her. 

And the isolation, the rejection, had been getting to her. 

Until Percy.

“May I have this dance, My Queen?”

“Yes, thank you.” The king was smiling at his son’s choice. Annabeth had realized that he liked the Duke of Thera being attentive to his stepmother. King Poseidon took it as a sign of respect towards him, specifically in contrast to Prince Triton’s treatment of her. Though he didn’t have an opinion on anyone else ignoring her, as long as they bowed when he was by her side. 

Percy made all the difference. 

In more ways than one.

Percy had friends. Percy had a power base. It wasn’t a strong one, he wasn’t ambitious enough for that on his own. But he was well liked, and a war hero. He was known voice in the ear of the king. People paid attention to him. And they saw that he was paying attention to the queen. 

So now, slowly, they did as well. He was not the first to request her dance tonight. Other’s called on her. Or requested her presence at various gatherings. She’d taken to hosting lunches, and had she now had a regular circle of people showing up to attend them. 

And she was very close, she knew, for something that would truly change the game she played. 

Percy was a fairly good dancer. He didn’t have much musicality, but he had the control of his body a warrior needed. So he led her around as he was meant to, and did not step on her toes. 

“I will wish to retire,” She told him, “when the tapers are about halfway gone.” He knew what that meant. It was an established code between them. 

Then she told him of the horses she’s acquired, for they both shared a well known love for the animal. She asked about his estates. And general inquiries of if all his friends were well. 

Then the dance concluded and he left her with a bow.

She spotted him eyeing the candles out of the corner of her eye as she accepted another dance. 

And he made sure he was very near his father when Annabeth made a show of yawning. 

“If it would please you, I would retire.” She said to her husband. 

As expected, he asked Percy to accompany her to her chambers. Though this time he did ask his son to return afterwards. 

She wasn’t thrilled by this. But still, they would get a solid few minutes to speak. And that was really what she needed.

Away from the crowds, she asked him about his mother. She’d not met the woman, Lady Sally didn’t come to court, but she wanted to.

She had a plan for that, too. It all hinged on this one thing. 

She took Percy into her chamber.

Her lady’s maid, Juniper, was waiting for her. Juniper was Percy’s find, and infinitely more trustworthy than the one before. She immediately helped Annabeth out of her hood, and her outer dress, and took them off to be cared for.

“I feel like I have not had a proper moment alone with you in a fortnight,” She complained, taking a seat on her couch, and knowing that it had been 5 days and everyone was more painful then the last. 

“Forgive me, your highness.” He gave his own bow before taking his own seat. She would break him of the habit one day. Perhaps she would even begin to bow to him.

Then he frowned, “I do not have long. The king will be waiting.” 

“I know, Percy, but I do not need long.” 

His frown changed then, more smirk then smile. And so very beautiful. How did people ever say he looked like the king? “Feeling saucy tonight, your majesty?”

“With you, always?” She agreed, grasping the hand that had come to rest on her thigh, “But as you say, we do not have a lot of time right now. And I have something very important to tell you. And you simply must be the first to know.” 

He frowned again. 

“Is everything alright, Annabeth?” And every time he said those words, it was like a dozen moths danced with joy in her tummy. 

“It is more than alright,” She said, leaning in close, “I’m with child.”

[dollfacedenglishrose21]

okayyyy you can make the reader 21 (cough my age) and current nikki, maybe like a sugar baby/sugar daddy relationship, the dirtier the better <3 🖤

much loveeee, absolutely adore your writing style, keep it up!

🥰

I'm 21 too my birthday is in November hehe current Nikki just oozes daddy vibes! 😩 I am such a whore for him though ugh. Aww thank you so much my darling that means the world to me honestly! I'm new to writing fanfiction but i really enjoy it 🥺🫶 ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE 😉

Daddy's Perfect Girl 🖤

You had been the sugar baby to Motley Crue's bad boy bassist Nikki Sixx since you had turned twenty one, the older man wanted you as soon as he met you and couldn't get enough of your sweet sugar. He loved to spoil you with his wealth and make sure you were happy all of the time, in return he got to explore your beautiful body and fuck you whenever he wanted. That's how you ended up in Nikki's big bed with your legs spread wide open for him like a pretty little play thing.

"Oh my god daddy..........your beard tickles!" the young woman let out a squeak of surprise, tugging on the bassist's thick black hair to keep him close to where she needed him the most. This caused Nikki to smirk. "Mmmmmmm that's it baby girl, daddy has to make sure that this tight little pussy of yours is nice and wet for his cock!" Nikki groaned into your cunt sending vibrations right through you. "you want to take my cock don't you sweet girl? I know how much you love to please daddy..........." The sexy rockstar swirled his long tongue around your sensitive bundle of nerves, your back arching in pleasure.

"I'm so close daddy, you are going to make me cum!" this only pushed Nikki to gently thrust two of his thick fingers inside of your tight hole. "you are so fucking tight for me. Cum for daddy baby, i want to taste that sweet cream!" her curled his long fingers to perfectly stimulate your g spot and give you the best feeling. "give it to me sugar, cum all over my fingers like a good fucking whore!" your hazy eyes rolled to the back of your head as an earth shattering orgasm tore through your whole body making your vision blur. "DADDY I'M COMING!"

You soaked his handsome face and beard with your shiny arousal. "I'm so proud of you baby girl, you really are the most perfect little slut for me!" Sixx reached down to unbuckle his belt, a thick hard cock leaking pre cum sprung free. "tell daddy how much you want this big cock!" Nikki ran his tip up and down your folds just to tease you. "I'll give you everything you want doll face."

And i oop 🫣🫠 sorry I'm really not the best at writing smut but i hope you enjoy this! Let me know if you would like a part 2 send me any asks/requests you have 🖤

[mothcrayon]

kurapika’s dream

a companion to my “leorio’s dream” comic, also a rework of an older idea!

[gunsatthaphan]

13/10/1998 - happy birthday to actor, legend, bestie, crush and personal heart killer khaotung thanawat 🫶🏻✨💓🫳🏻🐈🧎🏼‍♀️😌💝

[fadeintoyou1993]

stebe moments <3 (for the steve to my robin, katya to my trixie, tai to my nat, charlie to my mac @ayoedebiris)

bonus:

[boyrobott]

From April 1952 to April 2024, this little robot has been stealing our hearts, and giving us endless amounts of joy in return. Happy birthday, Astro Boy, from all over the world!

[ni-kol-koru]

Happy Birthday to my Sunshine Boy 🌻 🩵 ☀️

[crehador]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ヒプノシスマイク | Hypnosis Mic (Albums) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aohitsugi Samatoki/Yamada Ichiro Characters: Yamada Ichiro, Aohitsugi Samatoki Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Neighbors Summary:

Ichiro's neighbor was, to put it lightly, not the biggest fan of bugs.

[ayakashibackstreet]

omg Angus birthday in less than 5 minutes.......

[mymelodyisme]

Just remembered how in fourth grade there was a new girl in our class so I introduced myself and spent the whole day with her so she had a friend and she made new friends the next day and didn’t hang out with me after that,,,,