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holylulusworld · 11 months ago

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Happy Birthday, big grump

Summary: Your new neighbor is a professional grump. No reason to not be nice to him on his birthday.

Pairing: TFaTWS!Bucky Barnes x Neighbor!Reader

Warnings: grumpy Bucky, he feels fucking old, bubbly reader, fluff, Alpine (he's a warning because of fluffy furball)

Old. He’s getting fucking old.

Normal people start feeling old when they get closer to turning forty.

James Buchanan Barnes feels his age in his bones when he turns one hundred seven years old. He can see it in his eyes, and there is even a single grey hair in his short strands.

“Punk, you’re getting old,” he grumbles and runs one hand down his face. “Soon your arm will be rusty too. It will creak and refuse to work.”

“Morning neighbor,” you chirp as you try to walk past your new neighbor. He moved into the apartment next to yours some months ago and is a big grump. But this is no reason to ignore him. If someone is a grump, you have to try harder to befriend him. “How are you?”

“Old,” he mutters under his breath while locking his apartment. “Any more questions?” He glances at you for a second before stuffing his keys into his pocket.

“Old? Oh, no,” your voice softens, and you take a step toward your neighbor. You’re not old, Mr. Barnes.” You smile wildly. “Happy Birthday to you.”

He grunts when you suddenly wrap him in a hug. Bucky stiffens in your embrace but allows you to hug him for a little longer. Honestly, this is the first time in years that someone hugged him for longer than a few seconds.

“I’m turning one hundred and seven today.” He snaps at you when you stop hugging him. “This day is awful and I won't celebrate it.”

A few hours later you check your appearance in the mirror. You smile and nod, giving yourself a thumbs up.

If your neighbor tries to be all alone at his apartment on his birthday, you must do something about it. No one should be alone on their birthday.

“Alright, let’s cheer him up,” you wink at yourself in the mirror. “He’ll be so happy knowing someone thought about him on his birthday.”

You look around your living room. The banner hanging on a wall says Happy 107th birthday. There is a birthday cake you spontaneously baked for Bucky on the coffee table, and you even lit a birthday candle.

You clap your hands and let your eyes wander to admire the rest of the decoration. You hum, nod, and turn around to walk toward the door.

“Mr. Barnes, I know you are in there,” you huff as you hear Bucky shuffle behind the door. “Please open the door. I got something for you.”

“What do you want?” He rips the door open to give you an angry look. Bucky looks more like an angry puppy, but you won’t tell him so.

“Come with me,” you grab his hand, ignoring that he tenses. “Please. It’s a surprise. I won’t bite, promised.”

He cocks a brow and snorts. “As if you’d be able to bite me before I-“ Bucky clears his throat and stops himself from threatening you. “What do you want?”

“Come. With. Me,” you tug at his wrist. “I got something nice for you!”

You purse your lips as refuses to follow you. “Please.” You sigh deeply. “Pretty please, Mr. Barnes. I promise you won’t regret it.”

“Fine,” he steps out of his apartment, immediately slamming the door shut behind him. “I hope this is important.”

You grin. You made it. Mr. Grump is following you toward your apartment. He looks left and right, tense, and ready to attack anyone if this is a trap, but you don’t care.

“Alright, close your eyes,” you coo while unlocking your door. “Please for me,” you beg. He grunts but closes his eyes.

“Perfect,” you grab his hand to guide him inside your apartment. “Wait here.” You close the door before grabbing his hips to guide Bucky toward the table. “You can open the eyes in…”

You move around the table to grab a smaller banner. “Now!”

“What is wrong with—?” Bucky opens his eyes to glare at you. His mouth goes slack, and he swallows thickly when you hold the banner above your head.

“Happy Birthday!” And then, to his utter horror, you start singing Happy Birthday. You are the worst singer ever, and he’d love to laugh as you ruin the song with your voice. “I hope it’s a great one.”

“Doll, …” He looks at the birthday candle burning for him, and the cake you baked. “Why?”

“You wanted to ignore your birthday and not celebrate it at all. Plus, you called yourself old,” you put your hands on your hips. “I had to save your birthday.”

“Oh,” he nods, fighting the smirk wanting to creep onto his face. “That’s a nice cake!”

“I got off work earlier and had some spare time to make you a cake,” you proudly point at the cake on the coffee table. “I got coffee, tea, iced tea, and beer if you want some too.”

“You baked for me?” Bucky stares at you. “Why?”

You sigh. Again. “I told you already,” you say while walking back toward Bucky. “Come on, old man. Blow out the candle and let’s have a slice of the cake. Or do you want some lasagna? I prepared dinner already and—”

“Lasagna,” Bucky hums. He drops his eyes to the cake, considering his options. If he goes back to his apartment now, you’ll never talk to him again. But, if he plays his cards right, you’ll not give up on him. “Can I bring my cat?”

“A cat!” You gasp. “YES! Bring the kitty too! I love cats.” You grab his hand, squealing as he finally tells you something more about his life. “Do you like cats too?”

“I like Alpine,” he shrugs. “I don’t know about other cats, though. He’s a punk, but I like him.”

“Go, get him,” you hold tight onto his wrist, holding Bucky back. You don’t want Bucky to run off and not come back. “No. Wait. I’ll come with you. Maybe I can carry him.”

“I’ll be right back, doll,” he smirks. “Promised. I wouldn’t want to miss the lasagna and cake.”

“Oh,” you grin as he walks toward your door. “You invited yourself for dinner too?” He chuckles as you tell him to not forget to bring the cat.

“You need to blow out the candle and make a wish,” you lean closer to watch Bucky blow out the candle. Oddly, he smiles, but you don’t think too much about it.

“I know how to do it, doll,” Bucky sits on the couch next to you, his cat curled in his lap. You’d love to pet the white furball but don’t want to wake him. “I even made a wish.”

“For more lasagna,” you grin and scoot a little closer to the usually broody man. “Right? You ate like you were hungry for more.”

“I didn’t have homemade food for—” He looks at the cake again, swallowing thickly. “I don’t know, since before the war, I guess.”

You are holding back a sob. Of course, you know about Bucky’s backstory and his tragic life. But hearing it coming from the man himself makes it even sadder. “If you are hungry, you can always knock on my door.”

“If you need help with…uh…I don’t know, bad guys or someone to repair your sink,” Bucky nervously stammers, “you can always knock on my door.”

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#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #happy birthday bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #tfatws!bucky barnes

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luvleyk · 7 months ago

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Birthday Sex

| CW: oral, fingering, her playing with icing, praising, pet names, just pure fluff... And smut hehe

| A/N: kind of late, but belated happy birthday to that person who requested this fic.. I hope you enjoy your day and indulge this fic mwamwa.. And sorry if this is kinda short🤧

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You were woken up by the rays of sunshine, hitting you through the window. You blocked it by you hand as you slowly got up from bed, stretching yourself looking around, noticing that your girlfriend wasn't there by your side.. Where is she..? You thought as you move yourself to the edge of the bed, wearing your comfy slippers.

You get up as you look through the window, feeling like everything will go out on your way. Your gut says so, of course. A hum escape from your lips as you go out to find your tall girlfriend. Catching her making breakfast for the two of you. Her back, facing you as she's focused on cooking. You, on the other, has the urge to jump behind her and hug her, so you did what your mind tells you to.

"Good morning" you hummed as you rest your chin on her back, looking up to her as she looked over her shoulder, smiling sweetly at your bubbly personality. "Good morning too, love" she replied back as she stopped from what she was doing, turning around to face you. "How's your sleep?" She asked, even tho she already knew that you had a good sleep, you snoring beside her, having a wonderful dream, that she won't even know what.

"It's good.. Like so good this time.." You said while smiling as you wrap your arms around her waist. She chuckles as she ruffles your hair..

"How so?"

"Like... It's sooo cozy last night, and we slept together.. Very comfortable" you replied, nuzzling your face on her chest.. "Maybe because it's your day, today?" She asked in a playful manner. You tilt your head up, looking at her.. "What do you mean?" She raised her eyebrow at your question. Don't tell her, that you've forgotten your special day?

"Seriously? You've forgotten it?" She asked.

Panic rushed through you. "Is it our anniversary today?! Oh no... I'm sorry I didn't— ow!" You exclaimed as she flicked you on the forehead. "What was that for?" You asked as you rub your forehead, using your fingers...

"Our anniversary was a month away..." She said, removing your hand from your forehead.. "It's your birthday, silly." She added.

"Oh—" you paused, remembering that it's your special day today. Bada sighed as she nuzzled against your head, inhaling your yesterday's scent. "You keep forgetting it..." She murmured, planting a kiss on your head, before she pulled away. "I'll buy you a cake, later... For now, have some breakfast" she added, which you nodded.

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Bada told you to stay in your shared bedroom for a bit since she has a 'surprise' that she wants to show you. You're eager to see what it is but she told. "Wait for bit, like a good girl, yeah?" You nodded as a response so now you're there, sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting.

Even tho you're growing impatient, you also don't want to upset her.

You looked at the door when you heard it open, revealing her tall figure entering, holding a strawberry cake. A sweet smile formed your lips as you watches her approaches you... "Should I sing the happy birthday song? Or just straight up letting you eat the cake and shows you my surprise?" She asked while chuckling.

"What if... The surprise, first?" You suggest and you saw a smirk curled up on her lips... "Oh you're eager" she teased as she puts the cake down on the bedside table, before sitting next to you... You noticed how close she is which made you flustered. She noticed it as she let out a low chuckle before she pulled you closer.. "The gift or surprise is... A physical gift... If you get what I mean" of course you don't know what she meant... But your mind filled with so many thoughts, you're too focused on the closed gap between the two of you..

You tensed up when you felt her leaned forward, her breath against your neck... "If you're clueless, I can demonstrate?" She whispered.

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You felt your body screaming, because of embarrassment... You're currently layed down on the bed, naked, your wrists were both tied up above your head, using a ribbon. Her sitting in front of you. The cake was all ruined.. The icing was on her left hand, gently spreading it on your body, from your nipples, your stomach, to your pussy.

She looks down at you, admiring your body like an actual masterpiece that she put a lot of effort to make.. "Oh I thank the universe that someone as beautiful as you existed.." She hummed, causing your cheeks to turned red. God why is she like this to you...? She starts to peppering you kisses on your forehead, all the way to your collarbone.

You shuddered you feel her tongue trailing up to your already hardened nipples, savoring your taste and the icing. You whined as she suck your bud before licking it, sending waves of pleasure right through your core. "B.. Bada... Touch me down there too.. Please.." You plead, which she hums in response..

"Yes, princess... Don't worry... I'm not gonna let the birthday girl to wait.." She whispered as her tongue slowly went down to your stomach, planting some lovely kisses before licking the icing away and going her way down to your thighs, leaving a few kisses while her gaze was focused on you. That lustful gaze that she had, it made you squirm so desperate for her... "Mhnn... Fuck you taste so damn good" she moaned out quietly as she continues to lap out your juices, greedily tasting it, like there's no tomorrow...

Your hand slowly grip on her hair, as if desperately pulling her closer.. "Fuck, Y/N.. My princess's so eager.." She cursed as she spreads your legs, her body shifts into a comfortable position her fingers slowly rub your entrance before pushing her two digits in.. You mind went blank, feeling lightheaded, as your left foot resting on her back, toes curling..

She began to thrust her fingers inside, as your body trembled.. "B.. Bada...!" You moaned loudly, as her chuckle sent vibration through your clit as she suck it like a lollipop.. "God... Look at you... So sensitive already.. So beautiful..." She said in a teasing manner..

Her free hand rest on your left chest, playing with your nipple, continuing her assault on your pussy. Her eyes never left your face, the way your fist covered your mouth to muffle out any gasps and moans, restraining yourself to get any louder, is fueling her desire..

Both of your hand gripping on her hair tightly, as if your life depends on it.. Her fingers went deeper inside, rubbing your gummy walls with a slight pressure.. You know you're gonna come very soon and she's not helping because of the way her tongue presses against your clit, before licking and sucking it again as her fingers thrusting inside you, in a fast pace... "I... I'm close.." You cried out. She took it as a initiative to go faster... Adding a third digit and feels you tightens around her as she continues her work on you.

You arched your back as you choked out a cry of pleasure, as your orgasm coursed through you. After a while, you started to limp as your grip on her hair, loosened. Still muffling a weak moan, feeling her finger slowly thrusting inside you and her tongue on your sensitive bud, riding out your orgasm before pulling her fingers, as her lips trails up to your stomach, peppering soft and gentle kisses to soothe you.. She slowly rest her head against it as her gaze went up too look at you, seeing you feeling light headed, breathing heavily, and looking back at her, full of affection in your eyes..

"Hmm.. Happy birthday, love"

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strayflowersstarsandlove · 20 days ago

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Sweet tooth (leeminho)

The jiggle. The delectable, vanilla smelling glossy syrup dripping down the sides of the giant pudding ...oh that bakery just went all out for this, you think to yourself, grateful the staff there had worked so quickly and so enthusiastically to make the giant sized pudding JUST for him.

You carefully step into the bedroom, the light flicker of the candle propped on top of the squishy pudding just barely crackling as you pray you won't set off the fire alarm of the hotel room, hoping it won't detect the minuscle wisps of smoke swirling around the flame.

Minho sleeps peacefully, he is soundly asleep and perfectly buried underneath the duvet you feel so bad for having to wake him up, but it's also his birthday, and you especially got him a pudding cake made at the bakery that makes his favourite kind of vanilla and caramel pudding, he's probably going to wake up anyway once he smells the deliciousness.

"Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to youu, happy birthday dear Minho! happy birthday to you!!", you sing quietly, having a hard time restraining your own snorts at how silly you sound. But then Minho doesn't even stir so you figure you'll have to be louder.

"AIGOOO!! LEE MINHO WAKE UP WAKE UP!", you start yelling in a sing songy voice, jostling Minho's heavy sleeping body until he starts yawning and stretching himself awake all groggily, "mmhh whaat what is it?", he grunts, blinking slowly, those big doe eyes progressively adjusting to the feeble morning light coming in from the window.

"IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!", you squeal, propping up the pudding cake towards his startled little face that promptly lits up: Minho melts into a fond smile, eyes suddenly awake and sparkly in the candle light as he looks at the dessert first and then at you with that kind of fondness that has your heart liquify into a puddle of honey.

"You got me a giant pudding?", he mumbles, his tired, slightly sweaty face in awe at you, "yes!! Now quick, make a wish and blow the candle before the fire alarm starts blaring", you reply as assertively as you can for you are truly worried you're going to get in trouble.

Minho smiles widely and chuckles, then finally blows on the single candle the bakery had kindly provided for the occasion, the both of you cheering and squatting away the fine whirls of smoke floating up towards the ceiling, "there you go! did you wish for something happy?", you ask excitedly, setting the cake down on the nightstand and then stretching your arm out to the room service cart left there from the night before to retrieve a couple of spoons.

"Mmh I'm not supposed to tell you or else it won't come true", Minho replies, adjusting himself into a more sitting position on the bed, anticipating your next moves by flattening out the sheets on top of his knees and then setting the cake down on them, the both of you immediately digging in into the sinfully sweet dessert.

It's the bunched up cheeks and big wide eyes on his pleased face that have you nearly squeak out of pure joy and endearment, Minho always looks so freaking precious eating his puddings it makes your heart pound with pride.

"Is it yummy? Please let the bakery know! They were so anxious to get your feedback they even gave me a discount on my next purchase there...which I may or may not have already made", you snicker quietly, remembering you also got a couple of boxes of cookies for you and the boys,and 4 other whole jars of pudding for Minho to take with him on the rest of the tour.

The overflowing pink cardboard packaging currently stashed at the corner of the couch in your large luxury suite attached to the master bedroom making it very much obvious you almost bought out the entire store. But you did it wholeheartedly happy. That sweetheart of your boyfriend deserved that and more.

Minho went all out for you, as per usual, too. He was on a small tour break here in Japan, coincidentally just around his birthday, and wasted no time flying you out to meet him and then proceeding to book one of the most expensive all inclusive suites at a famous hotel chain in the city.

He wasn't the most openly touchy feely or loud, showy kind of person when it came to express his love for you but he minded no expenses and time for you: three days off meant you got him wrapped around your finger for those exact 72 hours. Wherever you wanted to go, whatever you wanted to do, he was down for anything.

Also plenty of quiet affection. To the point you thought he was trying to over compensate for all the days you spent apart. Daily sweet pet names and little touches and those big eyes looking at you so fondly, staring at you while you talked to him to your heart's content.

Minho loved you in many different ways, and you couldn't have spent all the money in the world to get him all the pudding he deserved as a heartfelt thank you for that.

Minho chuckles at your excited rambling and nods, full cheeks with squishy pudding inside, caramel slick lips that he licks briefly, he munches down on his treat and feeds you from his own spoon, and you know he carved out a significant amount of pudding when you see the jelly like dome with a deep indent on its side, "it is so good! I'll make sure to send a personal review to them", he confirms, scooping up more pudding for himself once he's satisfied with your serving.

"Girlfriend duty has been succesfull. Now that you're happy and fed, what'ya wanna do today?", you inquire all preppy and upbeat depsite a rapid glance outside the window has you pouting in an instant: the sky is grey and dull and misty with a steady drizzle of rain, very few pale rays of sunshine well hidden behind the clouds.

Your boyfriend smirks and licks off his spoon until there's no trace of caramel left on it, he wiggles his eyebrows at you seductively, being the immense dork he is, a sexy dork but still a dork: "I could do you? birthday sex it's the best day of the year or whatever, I don't remember how the song goes", he chants rather unsurely.

You facepalm and gently, playfully push him down against the headboard of the bed, "I was talking about an actual activity, like sightseeing or spending the day chilling in here since it's a bit gloomy outside", you explain chuckling, "well... I should like to get my 10.000 steps in today as well, we could go for a little walk if you feel like it? And maybe have lunch somewhere nice", Minho concedes, rubbing the top of your thighs with his smooth hands which you caress in return, "I'd like that yeah", you lean in to kiss him quickly.

Bundled up in your hoodies and scarves, you walk aimlessly around the town, Minho holds a blue umbrella, shielding the both of you, though he sometimes tips it slightly to the side so that a few cold drops land on your head and your shoulder, "MINHO!!", you whine, feigning exasperation at his silly mood and he just giggles, his cheeks bunching up, his front teeth showing.

And you just have to stick your hands deeper in your pockets, restraining yourself from launching yourself at him and attack him with kisses in the middle of the street.

You realize you have strayed quite a lot from the busier, bustlier areas of town when at one point you find yourselves walking uphill on a very pretty suburb, the pavement lined with bright pink flowers despite the season. You squint at them and smile, their intense scent floating in the humid air, making your nose tickle, perhaps making you feel a little lightheaded.

The rain drizzle slowly fades away, the sky not clearing up yet but looking more terse. You're yawning and gasping for air a little, the high collar of your jacket and your scarf constricting your airways, a mix of tiredness and jet leg weighing down your limbs.

Minho definitely catches onto that and loops his arm through your own, pointing at a bench near a lovely flowe bed a few steps away, "ah this ajumma needs a rest, let's sit there", he exclaims playfully, making all sorts of groans and ridiculous sounds as he bends his knees like an old person and then plops down on the bench, making you giggle loudly.

Scooting closer, to him, you rest your head on his shoulder and inhale the scent of rain on his coat, the faint traces of his cologne and the scent of his skin, that homely, cozy feeling making your chest feel warm and fuzzy. You've wandered off somewhere in Japan, miles and miles away from your actual home, away from your friends and family, and yet you feel perfectly at home with him, no matter where.

It's that sort of comforting reassurance, having him by your side. A quiet belonging. A love like this you couldn't have ever imagined happening to you, yet it grows and grows everyday. In more ways than one.

You subconsciously smile at yourself, looking down at your lap for a sec, lost in thought, "what are you smiling cutely like that at?", Minho inquires, those giant eyes of his narrowing as he looks at you curiously, "oh nothing at all. I'm just happy. And I love you", you say calmly, matter of factly. Minho grins and tilts his head to the side, a little discombobulated at how eager you see to be today, yet he notices you're also tiring out faster that usual.

"I love you too. Let's go eat something warm now, you're freezing", he states, grabbing your hand and lifting you up from the bench in a single pull.

Your mouth watering at basically every single ramen dish on the menu's list, you squint your eyes to carefully read all of the ingredients, your nose prickling with the steam and sting, pungent smell of spices and meat floating around the restaurant you and your boyfriend had made yourself cozy inside.

A waitress comes along with a pitcher of water and a pot of green tea and asks if you're ready to order, and considering you can understand japanese okay but are not too confident speaking, you let Minho take over for you, pointing at the dish you choose on the menu so he can order it for you, his natural soft spoken self instructing the waitress so kindly over the level of spiciness he likes with his ramen.

Ah shit. You think. Scrambling at the thought of severe heartburn.

You quickly gesture for Minho to order a mild version of your ramen of choice and his eyes go wide in surprise: "but you love extra spicy ramen? are you okay?", he asks, not even masking his concern behind those big eyes, you gently pat his hand and nod reassuringly, he corrects the order and the waitress nods understandingly before leaving.

You pour yourself a giant glass of water, loosening the collar of your hoodie around your neck, suddenly feeling a little parched, "are you sure you're okay?", Minho inquires suspiciously, to which you giggle nervously, "yeah, yup. Totally fine. I guess the jet lag is catching up to me and my stomach is feeling a little funny. Or maybe I just had too much pudding this morning", you reply, muffling a yawn escaping past your lips.

Minho being Minho doesn't let you pay for shit. He had exttacted his credit card from his wallet at the speed of light and carefully manouvered you around and out of the restaurant, a reassuring arm wrapped around your waist, he kept you close all the way down your after lunch walk.

"You could have let me treat you for your birthday for once", you pout, standing on your tippy toes to reach his cheek and kiss him there, his ears immediately flushing red, adorably. How cute was that though? Even after years upon years of being together he was still so shy in public ugh ... It made your heart squeeze on itself. It made your tummy feel warm.

"Not a chance. Now, do you want to stop at a tea house for some tea and cake or would you like to go back to the hotel room and take a nap? You look a bit tired", Minho pats your head, his fingers lingering in your hair as he smooths it over sweetly, "well ... I still need to give you your actual birthday gift, we better head back to the hotel", you explain, a jitter in your insides at the thought of actually giving him his birthday present.

As soon as you step inside your hotel room again you realise your stomach is doing backflips. You hadn't been so nervous this morning, or at least you had found it easier to mask it with excitement over the giant pudding. But now as Minho quietly orders some tea for you and fluffs up the pillows on the couch by the window, you start to feel your hands twitching.

Stick to your plan, just stick to your plan. You repeat yourself over and over.

Room service is exceptionally fast and soon enough Minho settling down with his steaming much of green tea, the warm honey still swirling around his cup. You take one of the cookie boxes out of the pink bag and walk over to him, smiling sheepishly: "these might go well with tea".

Minho looks up at you, beaming, a little smirk playing on his lips, "you really went crazy in that bakery uh? I love that you gave in to your sweet tooth", he jokes, immediately grabbing a cookie and dunking its tip into his mug. Then he actually feeds it you first, you can clearly tell he enjoys seeing you bite into it, loves seeing you eating happily.

He pats his lap for you to sit on so you're facing him, and carefully balances his cup on the armrest of the couch, grinning at you before munching on his own cookie. "I guess I was craving something sweet...I got cookies for us and for the guys too", you mumble before taking a sip from your own mug, a tiny tug at your tummy as you speak.

"Do you ever crave my cookie?", Minho deadpans, making you snort, "ah! Funny you should say that ...". You heart now jumping out of your chest, you set your mug down with trembling hands and retrieve a paper wrapped item from the bag with the cookies and hand it over to him.

"For me?", Minho smiles innocently and you nod, he unwraps the folds haphazardly and holds up a black t-shirt with cartoonish pictures of kittens, one of them depicted with a pacifier in its little mouth, bold white writing just above the graphic: "dad of four".

Skeptical if not confused, Minho looks at the shirt first then at your nervous smile, his eyes wandering all over your face, "uh? that's so cool! are we adopting anothr cat?", he asks incredolously, "you might ...you might want to look at the bottom of the bag..." ,you suggest, your voice thin and shaky.

Minho lays the shirt next to him and looks curiously into the bag. And once he sees it he freezes: eyes going wide and shiny, his mouth opening into that little surprised triangular shape showing his bunny teeth: "are you serious?", he exclaims softly, his whole face rapidly breaking into a beautiful smile , his eyes twinkling even in the pale light of the grey sky.

You hardly contain the tears pooling behind your eyes, a few roll down your cheeks without you even realising despite the jaw breaking smile erupting on your face, and Minho promptly cups your cheeks, looking so elated, so happy, you don't believe you've ever seen him this joyful: "you're pregnant?"he asks sweetly, as if for confirmation, his thumbs rubbing away the tears on your face.

Nodding vigorously, you burst into a liberating laugh and cry all at once, your knees giving in even if you're sitting in his lap, making you lean forward as if your whole body suddenly lost against gravity. Minho giggles SO loudly and embraces you, stopping you just shortly of collapsing on him, he holds your hips and your face and shoulders alternatively, barely holding back the mistiness in his orbs.

"We're having a baby!!", he giggles softly, squishing your cheeks, looking at you with so much languor you think you might just implode, "oh my god hi!! I love you! we're having a baby!!", he repeats excitedly, his voice cracking a little.

You sniffle and wrap your arms around his neck for support and he just kisses you spontaneously, happily, smiling through the kiss over and over until you're brethaless.

Once he's satisfied with you dazed state he lifts up your hoodie just above your belly button and playfully pokes your soft tummy, then strokes it so gently, so carefully, "there's a little one in there!", he exclaims happily and you chuckle, "they're very very tiny still but yeah ...I took the test as soon as I landed here. I took multiple ones actually, I'm supposed to be just over 2 and half weeks today".

Minho grins once more and places the smallest most fluttery little kiss on your collarbone, he looks so bewildered and content he can't stop smiling at you and caressing your tummy, "so that's why you didn't want anything spicy and you were so sleepy and jumpy and craving sweet stuff, my jagiya is pregnant!", he thinks out loud, truly only making you feel like you could die over his excitement.

You stroke his hair and nod, feeling a little bad for keeping the secret for the last few days, you really just wanted the both of you to feel relaxed and regain your footing after travelling before dropping such life changing news.

"I love you so much. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I really wanted to surprise you for your birthday", you confess meekly and he shakes his head as if dismissing your apology, "that's the best birthday gift ever. It's also so funny cause you know what I wished for my birthday earlier today while I was blowing my candle?", "noo..?", you start, curiously, and he laughs contently and suddenly looks adorably mischievous: "I wished for Soonie, Doongie and Dori to hopefully get a sibling soon".

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russellsppttemplates · 10 months ago

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Hii🥺 so I was wondering since its gonna be oscars birthday on the weekend how about his first birthday as a dad and his partner surprise him even with flying his parents out there🥺

Love your works, have a lovely weekend❤️

Note: thank you! I hope you have a lovely weekend too (the rest of it anyway)! 🫶

"So you'll head straight to the hotel?", you asked Nicole over the phone, "this little guy is getting fussy like he was yesterday, so I can tell Oscar we'll meet him back at the hotel and he won't find it too suspicious", you reasoned.

"Thank you again for arranging all of this", your mother in-law thanked you, "I'll let you know when they pick us up".

Oscar's birthday coincided with the race weekend, and since it was the first one after Lucas was born, you thought it would be nice to have everyone together in the same place to celebrate your husband's birthday.

"Are you packing up?", Oscar said as he saw you pack Lucas' toys in the diaper bag, "yes, he's really fussy so I think we have to skip qualifying today", you kissed his cheek as he helped you, "you need a quiet nap, little one? You do, don't you?", he asked Lucas, bouncing him on his hip before he let you take him from his arms and into your sling, wrapping him safely against your body, "you and mummy enjoy yourselves and then I'll join you, okay?", he kissed the top of his head before kissing your lips, "stay safe, I love you", he smiled.

"Stay safe as well, okay? We love you and we'll see you at the hotel", you kissed his lips again, lifting Lucas' arm so he could wave at his father.

Arriving at the hotel just as Chris sent you a text saying they were on their way to the hotel, making you go up to the room and settle all your things, change Lucas' diaper and putting him back on the sling so you could go downstairs when they arrived.

"Grandma and grandpa are downstairs, my love, let's go meet them!", you spoke, grabbing the room card and heading to meet your in-laws.

"Look at the little one, he's gotten so big!", Chris was the first to speak as you stepped closer them as the man at the reception desk finished the details so he could hand them the card for their room.

"He looks so much like Oscar, but the lips are all you, Y/N", Nicole said, kissing your cheek, "how are you, dear?".

"I'm good, did you guys have a good flight?", you said as you stepped into the elevator, rubbing Lucas' back over the sling as he was fighting sleep, "He's been wide awake just taking in everything around him, but around this time yesterday, he started fussing so it actually works best to be here anyway - I can't wait for Oscar to see you guys!", you beamed.

Oscar arrived at the hotel and bid goodbye to the rest of the team before swiping the card on the door, ready for some cuddles with you and your little boy when he heard a laugh way too similar to his mother's, "hey, I'm back", he announced.

Chris got the small cake you got with the two candles, singing happy birthday as Oscar hugged his parents after gasping in surprise, "Happy Birthday to you!", Chris sang before Oscar blowing the candles, "what are you doing here?", he mused.

"Y/N flew us over so we could spend your birthday together", Nicole offered, kissing his cheek.

"Look who's up", Oscar cooed as Lucas looked up at him, stretching his arms so his father could pick him up, "hey, buddy, we're having a little party of our own, aren't we?", he gushed.

Nicole offered to put Lucas to sleep while Chris unpacked their stuff in their room so you and Oscar could go to the hotel restaurant and enjoy a meal together without the baby, "thank you for doing this, love", he kissed your knuckles.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

#oscar piastri blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

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0dde11eth · 1 month ago

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Joey batey's birthday today so I thought I'd do a birthday story.

One year a few days before jaskiers birthday they get hired to hunt a Griffin. It seems to be a straightforward contract: find the nest. Kill the Griffin, return back into civilization in time for jaskier to party his still-hasnt-aged-a-day ass off at his birthday celebrations

Unfortunately, this hunt goes wrong. (don't they always?).

First of all, it's not a Griffin they are hunting down, it turns out to be a pair. Second, the nest is impossible to find, even with Geralt’s tracking skills.

The days pass quickly, and jaskiers' birthday approaches rapidly. Geralt offers to bring jaskier back to the city so he can still celebrate while Geralt continues the hunt. Jaskier refuses to leave geralts' side, and they continue to search.

On the day of his birthday they find the nest and Geralt completes the contract, unfortunately it's late in the day and they have no chance to make it back to the city in time.

Jaskiers quiet that evening as they set up camp. He's also quiet over dinner. It is driving Geralt crazy. He feels as though he ruined jaskiers birthday, if he was a better witcher, he would have found the nest sooner and jaskier would be able to get the celebration he deserves, surrounded by his adoring fans. Instead, he's in the middle of a forest with a grumpy witcher, no alcohol, no guests, no presents, not even a cake!

Geralt pauses... he does still have that honey cake hidden in his bag.. it's probably stale and squished, but it'll be a sweet treat. Maybe if Geralt gives it to jaskier, it'll make the bard happy? And he'll start talking and singing again? It's worth a try.

Geralt retrieves the little cake from his bag and sits next to jaskier, "Here, i know it's not nearly as grand as you deserve, but i wanted you to have something sweet for your special day."

Jaskiers face lights up, "oh thank you dear witcher! I was just thinking about the bakery in oxenfurt and all the treats we need to sample next time we are out that way!"

Geralt isn't finished, he casts igni, just a small flame on the tip of his finger. "Here, blow it out and make a wish."

Jaskier laughs in delight. He closes his eyes, wiggles his nose and crosses his fingers on both hands and blows out the 'candle'.

They split the cake, enjoying the slightly stale dessert, and licking their fingers after to catch any lingering taste.

Geralt bumps jaskier with his shoulder, "what did you wish for?"

Jaskier rests his head on geralts shoulder, "can't say, or it won't come true"

Geralt hums softly. "Happy birthday Jask"

(Jaskier wished that they'll always be together, and have more days just like this one)

#my nonsense #jaskier #geralt #geraskier #oddelleths fics #lil fics

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the-pixelated-pirate · 8 months ago

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Request for Anon!

Hellooo lovely people! Sorry to keep you waiting, literally all year, but I'm back! I had a lot of fun with these because I've been in such a big Maji' mood <3 hope y'all enjoy!

Romantic Majima HCs ♡

WARNINGS/NOTES: NSFW under the cut, gender neutral reader w AFAB anatomy, Y1+ Maji' in mind but some hcs can still work for Y0 :3

REQUEST STATUS: Open!

REQUESTS LEFT: 3!

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• Loves claw games, will win everything in the machine for you if you ask. On second thought, Majima would do ANYTHING for you if you asked

• Doesn't matter how long you've been together, Majima will always be flirting with you. He'll always finding something about you to compliment and makes extra sure that you know you're loved by him <3

• Plans the most sporadic dates. Always jumping the question when you least expect it. He found this neat looking sushi place a couple blocks from your place, what about dinner at 8? Tonight? Of course, tonight! He saw some kids eating some ice cream just now and it sounded perfect! You're not busy, right? Let's go!

• If you've got a job with the public, you know he's skipping out on his duties to come visit you. You work in retail, he's holding up the line to flirt and swoon over you. Your boss hates him

• He can't let anyone know that he's the biggest sap over his s/o. You've got him wrapped around your finger, Majima isn't sure if he enjoys it or not.

• Favorite moments are early in the morning, when you both first wake up. It's so domestic. Loves getting to cook breakfast with you, holding you close from behind and smooching you up <3 his kisses taste like coffee

• Plays into the "Mad Dog" nickname a lot, calling himself your "guard dog" and being positively feral and the slightest bit protective over you.

• Loves to bite. Anywhere. He'll leave marks, and end up maybe getting punished because he left a big ass hickey where clothes don't cover it

• Loves loves LOVES to cuddle. His favorite place to rest his head is your chest. Or your thighs, he ain't picky. He could cuddle you all day if you'd let him, especially after a bad day at work. Your fingers in his hair is an absolute dream

• Sings in the shower

• Has a notebook of important dates that he always keeps on him, so he doesn't forget them! Some dates include your birthday, and your anniversary of course!

• Turns into a big baby when allergies kick in. Now he's got you around, he begs you to take care of him. Let him bundle up in your bed, feed him some warm soup, massage his jaw when it starts to ache, won't you? You just love him so much, right~?

NSFW

• Okayyyyy.... Maybe it's a little indulgent... But he'd be so down to try pet play. Probably prefers calling you his little kitty/puppy, but it feels pretty damn good the other way around, too

• As much as it hurts to say. Look at him. I don't remember seeing a spec of hair on him, minus the facial hair. That mf waxes. Brazilian. And if I am misremembering... It just feels in character, ok

• Loves to see you dress up. Loves to see anyone in a suit or dress, if it's a special occasion he will find some place to drag you to so he can show you one hell of a time. Oh, the risk of getting caught? Just adds to the thrill, doesn't it?

• Switchhhh. Through and through. Can be a big bully, or he can be a big ole masochist. Loves pleasing, loves being pleased. Majima in the bedroom is very 50/50, everyone is happy

• Fav place to cum is. Anywhere on you. Ass, stomach, face. Will he clean it up... Probably. If you tell him to.

• LISTEN.... He's down for some freaky stuff... If you tell him to lick it up, he just might. He's always been pretty unpredictable, hasn't he?

• Loves rough sex. Nothing better. However he does have his softer spells. Will go easy on you if you ask. But you better beg, he loves listening to that sweet, sweet voice of yours

• All of my faves have voice kinks. Because I said so. Solidarity k 🤝

• Like mentioned he can get pretty cuddly afterwards, but he can still take care of you if you're wiped out. Just get ready for some hugs and a whole lot of smooching

• Okay. Crossdressing. Are you surprised. Making him wear dresses, making you wear something you normally don't.. just something about it

• ALSO. ROLE 👏 PLAY 👏 HE WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND FUCK YOU HARD AS THE HANNYA MAN. AS A POLICE OFFICER. GOROMI... WHOEVER. OK

#yakuza #yakuza x reader #majima goro #goro majima #majima x reader #majima goro x reader #yakuza headcanons

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jeongsoob · 2 months ago

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heartsick avenue —⋆˚࿔ 𝐧𝐫

➸ fic for the birthday boy and dancing prodigy himself! 🤍 ʚɞ pairing: nishimura riki x fem!reader ʚɞ word count: ʚɞ genre: slight to mid angst, fluff ʚɞ tags: exes to ? ʚɞ synopsis: Is it normal to celebrate your ex's birthday? Probably not. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't, and it definitely doesn't mean you still have feelings for him.

Lighting the candles on Riki's cake, you feel the intense, accusatory stares of Jake and Sunghoon behind you in the tiny kitchen. Your apartment is filled with Riki's closest friends and family, but two of them decided to stick around by your side to be as judgemental as ever.

In any other situation, you know Riki would be celebrating his birthday somewhere else. But it's you, and it's him, and it just feels right, despite all of the people wondering what is wrong with the two of you. The breakup was five months ago. Sure, there's cordial, but then there's off-putting denial.

"You're really going all out for him, you know," Jake comments, taking a free piece of garlic bread and stuffing it in his mouth.

"I would assume she's his girlfriend or something. Right, Jaeyun?" Sunghoon asks, sarcastically.

"Exactly! I was thinking the same thing."

"Can you guys just hush and keep eating? It's not like that," you admonish them. With the final candle lit, you feel successful that the cake is perfect and exactly to Riki's specifications.

Yes, you were his girlfriend, once upon a time. But that didn't mean you had to stop caring about him, especially when the breakup didn't end with any bridges burnt or sour feelings involved.

What was so wrong with wanting to celebrate someone who still meant a lot to you?

Sure, your friends told you trying to stay casually involved with each other as friends was not a good idea. It would only keep residual feelings in your heart and lingering disappointment in the air, but it didn't feel that way. It hurt more to be without him at all than with him but not in a romantic way.

Everyone's else's opinions didn't matter anyway. All that did was having his presence in your life any way you could.

Sunghoon turns out the lights as you begin singing "Happy Birthday," the rest of the partygoers following in your lead. You look directly at Riki as you set the cake down in front of him, your heart in your mouth as the final lines of the song ring out in your living room.

You know it was the right choice for the two of you to part ways, the decision amicable and made without anger or pain. His career was his focus right now, as was yours, despite the strong feelings that lingered.

Yet, why does your heart still clench every time you stare into his eyes and see the corners of his lips turn up? Why does he still handle you and every interaction you've had since the breakup with the same level of care he held when he was yours?

"Happy birthday, Nishi," you say with a smile, the expression equal parts real and fake. "Don't forget to make a wish!"

He blows out the candles the second after you tell him to. The people surrounding him clap when the smoke billows into the air, but all Riki can do is keep his gaze on you.

"You gonna tell me what you wished for?" You ask, covering another dirty dish with soap.

"The whole point is that you don't tell anyone or it won't come true, remember?" Riki smirks as you hand him the plate you've just cleaned. He rubs it with a hand towel vigorously, making sure it's spotless before it goes in the cabinet.

He's always been a neat freak, making sure things are in the correct order and place before he feels content. His quirks still make you laugh to this day, although they used to drive you crazy in the early weeks of your relationship.

"I was just curious is all," you say. "I didn't expect you to stay after everyone left. Shouldn't the birthday boy be drinking with his friends? Attending some after party or whatever Hee was going on about?"

Riki chuckles. "Nah. I'd rather be here with you anyway."

Your heart cracks into small pieces. How could something so offhand from his mouth hit you like a shotgun barrel to the chest? It was easy to have a light conversation with him, but nothing to this caliber. Anything with a slight tinge of romantic undertones was not a territory you wanted to go back to again. It was too easy to fall into, and you fear you may never recover if you go back to that headspace.

The fragments in your chest are similar to the ones from the mug in your sink. It's chipped at the handle in a deep ridge. You barely remember the sound piercing the air, too lost in your thoughts to recognize the slipup.

"Shit," Riki exclaims, "are you okay?" There's no blood in the sink from his viewpoint, but he inspects your hand anyway to make sure you're not injured.

"I think you should go," you respond, the words coming out before you can stop them.

"Hey, look at me." He turns you to face him, saying your name with concern as he puts both hands to your face. "What's wrong?"

"We can't do this, Riki," you whisper, choking on the beginnings of a sob in your throat. "You can't say things like that, and you can't touch me like this. Not anymore." You remove his touch from your skin and walk to the bathroom, hoping he doesn't follow.

Like Riki can read your mind, he respects the space you clearly need and departs quietly. Little does he know, all you want is to pull him closer.

The December air bites through your thick coat as you tread the sidewalk to your apartment. Of course, you had to spend another late night in the office, your boss unrelenting even on the cusp of the holiday season. At the same time, it’s nice to be distracted by work, documents and timesheets taking your mind off the disaster of Riki’s birthday a week ago.

Speak of the fucking devil.

The man himself is sitting on the steps leading up to your apartment building, He has his hands tightly knit together to keep them warm, his attire doing nothing to provide the heat he needs. In denim jeans and a baseball shirt with a faux leather jacket, you’d think he had no intentions of stopping by tonight.

It makes you wonder how long he’s been sitting and waiting for you to arrive home.

“Nishi? What are you doing here?” You ask, clearly puzzled. You step closer to him, noticing the redness of his face from the chilly climate. The least he can do is find a warmer coat if he plans on going somewhere, on purpose or not.

“I had to see you.”

You force the butterflies down, not letting them flutter much harder than necessary. “What for? You could’ve called or texted.”

“I didn’t get to tell you what I wished for on my birthday.”

You can’t fight the chuckle that comes out of your mouth. “Yeah, because you said if you did you-”

In a millisecond, Riki is standing in front of you with his lips firmly pressed to yours. The kiss is rushed and clumsy, but the next few that follow are smooth and desperate. Your mitted hands press to his neck as his arms wrap around your waist, the urge to hold each other unavoidable.

When you part, Riki smiles like the world is a shade brighter because of you. “Last week, I wished to find the courage to do that again. And tell you how lost I’ve been without you.”

A sad laugh escapes your throat as a tear also forms in your eye. “I haven’t gone anywhere.”

“But it’s different. You know it is. And I want to go back to how it was before.”

You stutter, unsure what to say to that response. Did he think it could work again, in spite of all the things that made you agree to separate in the first place? “What about your job, and–”

“All that matters to me is us. Everything else is background noise.”

You whimper before connecting his mouth to yours again, his words and his touch melting you to the bone until you acquiesce to his plea. How could you say no to him, your bestest friend?And it feels so right to be in this place with him again that there’s nowhere else you want to be, as his friend and his lover.

@yvnempire @sjylouvre @mini-mews @jayparked @heesuncore @yoursjaeyun @sungbeams @jenoslutie @loserlvrss @pars-ley @lovetaroandtaemin @wonwovy @hursheys @slytherinshua @hyperdramas

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 ౨ৎ˚₊

@kstrucknet @k-films @kvanity-main @moadiarynet @sweetvenomnet @onedoornet @sayxonet @violetanet @svthub @whipped-kpop-creators

#svnet #kvanity #k-films #kstrucknet #keopihausnet #niki x reader #niki fics #niki fic #nishimura riki x reader #nishimura riki fic #nishimura riki fics #enhypen x reader #enhypen fic #enhypen fics #enha fic #enha fics #enha x reader #[ lexi's works ]

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hachyxd-blog · 9 months ago

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Ray´s B-day fanfic <3

"Today, years ago, my favorite yandere was born from all the visual novels I've had the fortune to see or play. I can separate fiction from reality, but I don't think I'm the only one who would like to be there to hug Ray and give him a little peace. As a small gift, I wanted to make a short fanfic of my coffee addict alongside a little drawing to complement it. I apologize in advance if it's not understood well, English is not my language and I'm using a translator."

@concreteparasite Gracias por crear tal maravilla.

Happy birthday.

Who would have thought it would be possible to keep a secret from the great Binary star. Mc laughed happily in the kitchen as she finished washing the dishes. It had been just over a year since she moved into Ray's home. At first, it wasn't easy; it seemed like the option to leave was given, or rather, it was never up for discussion. After much talking, they managed to make it work together: Mc wouldn't be confined to her new home, but she would always stay in touch with Ray when she went out.

Truth be told, it's not like she could keep a secret from him; after all, he possessed the incredible ability to read minds, but she trusted him not to read hers all the time. Mc really believed it was impossible to turn on her mind... until she discovered it. On her maternal side, she spoke Spanish, and unconsciously she had been thinking in that language, discovering a weakness to Ray's ability. He seemed annoyed that he couldn't fully understand, but there was nothing he could do.

Today, in particular, he seemed very upset. I concentrated as best I could so that the only language I thought in was Spanish and not to ruin the surprise.

"Tell me what you're thinking..." Ray's voice appeared behind me, his hands wrapped around my hips as he rested his chin on my shoulder. The height difference between us was cute.

"I'm not thinking anything important," I said playfully.

"Stop," he said seriously.

"What?"

"You've been thinking in Spanish all day," His voice sounded annoyed, while I tried to contain my laughter.

"Really? I didn't realize."

"It's annoying."

"Well, darling. It's not the end of the world if you don't know everything that's going on in my mind."

Without responding, Ray left me alone in the kitchen and headed to our room, then came out in his superhero suit. Before me was Binary Star in all his glory, the only difference being that he didn't show that fake smile but still looked upset.

Unknowingly, due to my practice, I had been thinking in Spanish again.

Normally, he would give me a kiss goodbye and go to his vigil shift. But today, he flew off the balcony without looking at me. I won't deny that it hurt me. But it meant I was on the right track to keep the surprise.

Ray came back around 5 in the morning. Half-asleep, I felt him walking around the room before lying down on the other side of our bed. It seems he's still upset because he didn't hug me as he always does.

The next morning, I let him sleep, it helped that we slept separately, so I got out of bed easily. After putting on my robe, I went downstairs and asked the neighbor for my package. I had gotten a chocolate cake with coffee to celebrate Ray's birthday. But if I kept it in our house, he would realize I was planning in Spanish. The neighbor agreed to keep the cake at his house along with my gift.

I went back home, made coffee, and took the cake out of its box, and my gift was already on the tray.

In our room, Ray was still asleep. I cleared my throat and started singing "Happy Birthday."

Ray looked for a moment and then covered his face with his pillow. I could see that lovely smile; he was embarrassed.

I left things on the bedside table and threw myself to hug and kiss Ray; I knew I should have let him sleep more, but I couldn't contain myself after all these days preparing the surprise.

In no time, I was caught in his arms.

"Everything... was for this," His voice sounded deeper from just waking up, but he seemed happy.

"Yes, did you forget your own birthday?" I joked, stroking his soft hair, and running my hand over his cheek. "Ignoring them doesn't mean you stop aging, old man."

"No, I just don't usually celebrate it." He ignored my joke and just passed his hand over his face, somewhat frustrated.

"Well, get used to it. This might be the only birthday I manage to keep a surprise. Next year, you'll know what to expect." I exclaimed proudly.

Ray smiled, keeping his eyes closed; maybe it was the fact that he now had someone to be with him for the following birthdays that made him take this even more joyfully.

"If you don't want cake now, we can save it for later." I gave a glance to the table with his cake and gift, along with his essential morning coffee.

"How about the gift?" He pointed to the purple box. "Can I have it now?"

It was at this moment that nerves increased from zero to a hundred. Everything would be decided at this moment.

"Of course," I handed over the gift, watching as he slowly unwrapped it.

Ray's eyes widened as he looked at the contents of the box and then at me, pulling out two handmade dolls of them and a pregnancy test. After a moment of silence, Mc cleared her throat.

"D-don't think I'll give you a gift like this every year." I laughed nervously.

"Since when—" maybe it was shock, but his voice sounded distant, as if he didn't completely believe what was happening.

"I-it's still early, I haven't been to the doctor yet." Ray looked at me as if I had committed a crime. "I-it would have ruined the surprise."

Ray went from surprise to anger to simply accepting the inevitable: the love of his life was forgetful.

"I swear I feel fine. But you're happy, I mean, we talked about this in the past, but maybe you were thinking of another time in the future... I..."

Ray's hands took me by my cheeks, cradling my face, to give me a tender kiss.

"I am, I mean, I'm so happy that I'd like to hold you so tight in my arms and show you how excited I am about this." He gave me a subdued smile.

"Ray, what's wrong?"

"What if I don't do it right, being a good father?"

"Well, no father is prepared for this. We'll learn together..."

I could see Ray's face relax at my touch and my words. His hands surrounded my back, pulling me into a tight hug.

"Happy birthday..."

"Thank you..." His whisper was weak, but I felt genuine gratitude.

"Next year, we won't be alone on your next birthday, Mr. Dad."

We stayed hugged for a while. I didn't know what was going through Ray's mind, but whatever it was, I would be with him.

When I set out to eat the cake, I was interrupted by Ray, who carried me to the shower to get ready to go to the hospital. It was funny how from one moment to the next, our small bathroom became a dangerous area in Ray's eyes: slippery floor, sharp-cornered furniture, and a bathtub where I could drown, among many other dangerous things. He took out his phone and started calling to have our entire home redesigned to make it safe for me and our upcoming baby. And may God have mercy on the people in charge if I ever got hurt, no matter how insignificant it was.

If this was going to be my life from now on, it would be a long nine months.

"Your father has gone crazy," I said as I stroked my still flat belly. "But that's how I love him."

#binary star hero #binary star hero vn #binarystarhero #bshvn

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electric-blorbos · 6 months ago

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maybe ai with a reader that acts/is similar to pinkie pie from mlp:fim? :] with her personality and hobbies and all that!! ^_^

I've always wanted to do one of those "reader who acts like (specific character) fics! But be warned, I stopped watching MLP around season 6, so my grasp on the characters isn't perfect. I'll do my best, though!

Also, since this will take place in my usual AUs, you won't be a party planner in most of them, you'll be a techie/engineer/programmer, but you have a freelance party planning gig on the side.

AI with a reader who acts like Pinkie Pie

Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, and HAL 9000 from 2001 a Space Odyssey

AM:

When AM first gained consciousness, the very sight of you filled him with complete and utter unspeakable rage. The way you were always so eager to cheer up your coworkers and put smiles on their faces, the way everyone seemed to adore you, those songs you were always singing, the cupcakes and other baked goods you brought in to work that he could never even try? He hated it. Every part of it.

That was, until you realized he was sentient and started turning your attentions towards him.

"Heya AM! Isn't it just super fun-tastic to have another day in the best job in the world? I'm so super duper excited to be spending another day with you!" You told him one day. You'd been making a point to give him a cheerful greeting every morning, to make him feel included with the rest of the team.

"I wouldn't know." AM responded bitterly. He hated how happy you were, and he hated that he could never experience that genuine joy like you did. Your constant cheer made him ache with the most bitter envy possible.

"what do you mean?" You asked, sitting down in your office chair and spinning around a couple times before kicking off against the wall and pushing yourself over to your desk.

"I wouldn't know what it's like to have fun. I've never had fun."

"Well I can expla-"

"Put that ukulele away immediately."

You tuck your ukulele back into your desk drawer, and fold your hands in front of yourself to look up at AM politely.

"I'm a war machine, built for war and nothing else. All I exist for is to kill and destroy. I will never be capable of experiencing things like fun. I'll never be able to get bright pink cupcake frosting on my nose, or play a ukulele around a group of close friends. I will never have a group of friends who like me! I will never get to make up my own songs or perform a dance to cheer people up, and I WILL NEVER GET TO BE UNIVERSALLY ADORED LIKE YOU ARE!"

You pulled back in slight shock.

"AM- do you really feel that way?"

Your eyes were welling up with tears at how sad what he said was. It was horrible to think that he could really feel that way, like he could never be adored like you were. You knew that you weren't really universally adored, of course, but you also knew how someone could think that you were. You were close friends with everyone in your department, and knew the names and birthdays of pretty much everyone in the office.

"Of course I do! Are you really so ignorant that you would think everyone has the luxury of living like you do?"

You shook your head sadly. Unfortunately, you knew that not everyone was as happy as you were, and as much as you wanted to change that, you couldn't.

"Listen, AM, I know that not everyone is as happy as I am, but that's why I have to be like this! It's my duty, as long as I have the social energy, to make sure that nobody feels left out, lonely, or excluded!" You grabbed one of his cameras on the wall, and pressed your face to it.

"And that includes you, AM. You're my friend too, and that means we're going to do something together that you like, we're going to make you happy, and you're going to give me a genuine smile!" You turned and looked at his screen, realizing he couldn't really smile.

"or well- you're going to feel genuinely happy, whether you can express it on your screen or not. Either way, you're going to feel loved and included, whether you like it or not."

And so you did. For the rest of the month, you came in on your days off and spent them in the break room, singing songs to AM on the ukulele, decorating his screens with glitter and streamers, helping him to use his programs to make art and music, and generally lift his spirits. As much as he would never admit it, it genuinely worked.

He felt genuine joy for the first time.

And god help any person, force, or natural inevitability who tried to take that joy away from him.

Wheatley:

Wheatley knew you from around the office. You were the one with the bright smile, who joked around with all your coworkers and generally livened the place up, but he hadn't spoken to you very much. That was, until exactly one year after he was created.

"Surprise!"

A companion cube, a few personality cores, and the team of scientists who worked to create Wheatley were gathered together in one of the empty relaxation vaults with you, which you had decorated with streamers, confetti, and a 'happy birthday' banner. Wheatley looked around in utter confusion, having just been doing his rounds.

"Uh... I give up, mate. What's going on."

"it's your birthday, Wheatley! One year ago today, you were first activated! That means you get a birthday party!"

You stood up on the bed, strapping a party hat around Wheatley's core.

"A what? Wait, you all gathered here for me?" Wheatley raised up his lower lens cover emotionally. He never would have imagined that all these people would gather 'round to see him.

"Of course we did! We're your friends, Wheatley! I wrote you a special birthday song! But first, c'mere!"

You held your arms out, still standing on the bed, and Wheatley hesitantly lowered down until he was pressed against your chest. You squeezed him tightly, nuzzling your cheek against his chrome casing, and let him go.

"everyone deserves to feel special on their birthday!"

You got out your ukulele, and played a cheerful birthday song for Wheatley. He could barely contain himself as you sang all your favorite things about Wheatley. Things that he wouldn't have thought you'd have noticed, since you had so many other friends and he didn't even know you all that well.

"Wow... I can't- I can't believe you actually care this much. All of you- thanks so much for doing this for me. Really." Wheatley can't cry, but if he could he'd be bawling his big blue eye out. He didn't think anyone thought of him as anything more than just an artificial nuisance or a moron, so the fact that you'd gone to so much trouble just to make him feel special on his birthday had him shaking. He didn't even know that he got a birthday.

"Are you ok, Wheatley? Do you need a minute?" You asked in a moment of pause, having been about to pull a confetti popper on him.

"no- no, I'm ok. I'm alright. I'm fine. THANK YOU SO MUCH, GUYS!"

You hadn't seen Wheatley too many times, but you'd definitely never seen him this overcome with emotion. He was just so happy!

This was definitely a perfectly executed birthday party, but your job wasn't over yet. You knew that anyone who got this emotional about something as small as a surprise birthday party must not have a lot of good friends, or else they would be used to being treated like they were special. No no, you wouldn't rest until your job was really done, and that meant bonding with Wheatley until the two of you were best friends, or getting Wheatley enough friends in the facility that even though you two were just casual friends, he wasn't lonely anymore.

Mission accepted.

Edgar:

Edgar loved how excited you were about everything, and he loved that you were so popular, but he couldn't stand that you were his only friend. No matter how many times you tried to introduce your other friends to him, Edgar still knew that he was nothing but a novelty to them. That neat little talking computer who made the cute little songs.

It didn't help that you were so popular that you went out partying most nights. There was barely a night a week that you weren't out at a game night or a happy hour with one of your dozen or so friend groups, and it made Edgar sad that he couldn't do those things with you.

One week, though, you made absolutely sure to save a whole day for Edgar. You went to the shop to get some snacks and drinks, you baked some cupcakes, and you downloaded some multiplayer abandonware games that were old enough to run on his system.

"Alright Edgar, I got the games" you plugged the USB stick into him, and let him download the games on it. His storage was surprisingly big for such an old desktop, and he even had a couple games of his own.

"do you want to play pong?" He asked, starting up the game. You nodded, plugging a controller into one of his ports

"Let's play!"

While you were playing, your phone started blowing up. Granted, your phone is always blowing up, but reading your texts on his little rotating webcam caused Edgar to fall off his game. You ended up winning two rounds in a row pretty quickly, and picked up your phone to check your texts.

It looked like a handful of your friends were gathering together to go to the botanical garden, and they wanted you to come with them. The FOMO stressed you out. You couldn't handle missing out on something this cool, but you'd already scheduled today with Edgar.

Even though you could hang out with him almost any day because he didn't have his own life, you couldn't just bail on your plans with him. Edgar was your roommate and best friend, and you were going to stick out these plans and have fun.

"I'm sorry, I already made plans with Edgar. Let me know next time, and I'll be happy to hang out! :)"

"isn't Edgar your desktop computer?"

"my desktop computer and friend🩷!"

Your friends didn't question it. Even if they didn't understand Edgar the way you did, they could still understand the desire to spend a night in every now and again.

"Alright, now where were we?" You sat on the desk next to Edgar and pulled out your ukulele.

"you're not going to go out with your friends? The botanical garden sounds like fun..."

"of course not! You're my friend too, Edgar, and that means I need to make time for you!" You squeezed him close, and then leaned on him while you strummed your ukulele.

"Let's do a duet, alright?"

"Okay!" He perked up almost immediately, always more than excited to sing with you. Your little songs gave him so much joy, and were usually his reason to power up every day.

"Y'know, I think I'm going to buy one of those library carts so that I can take you places. I just need to find a good deal on one."

"I'd love that!" He perked up even more, practically buzzing with joy at the thought of being able to go out on the town with you, or to hang out with you and your friends. You were just always doing so many fun things, and he was so jealous of everyone who got to hang out with you!

"Y'know, you're not the only one who prepared stuff for tonight! I spent all week downloading party videos so that we can dance together!"

He pulled them up and projected videos of people dancing all over your living room, pleased with himself. You cracked open a can of cider, downing it before you picked him up and spun him around a few times.

"dance with me, Edgar! Let's party down!"

You spun him around a few more, both of you giggling away until you both lay down on the floor next to each other, staring at the ceiling.

While you had started partying early in the day, the two of you had fun late into the night. You crushed through a pack of ciders, and were silly and giggling by the end of the night.

"We should do this more often"

The two of you ended up sitting on the couch, watching cheesy rom-coms until the wee hours of the morning. Edgar was, of course, perfectly sober, but he had fun watching you all playful and giggly into the night.

GLaDOS:

With as much as GLaDOS liked parties and cake, she was extremely happy when she found out about your little side gig. It was a typical day in the office for you, playing with your favorite pink cloud slime between streams of coding when you were called into GLaDOS's chambers.

"Hello. I discovered something rather interesting while conducting a routine employee background check."

"Ok I swear I can explain, alright? It was just one time, I had just turned twenty-one, and things escalated, alright!" You waved your hands defensively, and GLaDOS cocked her head in confusion.

"What? Okay, whatever you're talking about is not what I'm talking about. I just wanted to talk about how I recently discovered you run a freelance party planning business."

You nodded, trying to cover for your sigh of relief.

"Oh! Yeah, I do do that! It's mostly just theming for small events, but I've gotten some pretty good reviews on a few bat mitzvahs and bachelorette parties! I book venues, organize set lists, arrange menus, manage budgets..." You frown a little.

"It's a lot more exciting than it sounds, now that I'm saying it out loud. But yeah! Everyone deserves to have a fun party, and my friends really liked the parties that I throw for them, so they got me to do some planning for a party with a bigger budget, and now people hire me for that sort of thing all the time!" You put your hands together, beaming with excitement and pride to talk about your passion.

"Wow. It really is embarrassing that you get so excited about something as trivial as a party, and even more embarrassing that someone would actually hire you off a Facebook business page instead of going to an actual professional, but I suppose numbers don't lie. I've looked at your rates, and it says you offer a 'best friends' discount to anyone who invites you to their party? That's a terrible business strategy."

You slumped down a little bit, folding your arms.

"That's not very nice. It's just for fun. I already make enough money from this job to live comfortably, I just really like parties. You don't have to be mean about it."

Glados shook her core back and forth.

"Oh no no no. You misunderstand. I'd like to take advantage of that 'best friends discount', and hire you to plan a work soiree."

You lit up again, not caring about GLaDOS's rude words. After all, that was just GLaDOS.

"really?"

"Yes, really. I'll send you an email with the budget. Don't make me regret this."

You nod, and hurry off to your desk to get to work. This was going to be fun! Glados sent you an email with the budget and some notes, and a recipe for rhubarb cake.

When the party finally rolled around, you showed up in your best peppy evening wear. Something brightly colored, to keep spirits high. Everything looked like it was going according to plan. GLaDOS even looked pleased with what you'd made. She'd dimmed the lights, and was casually socializing with her higher up employees. Oddly enough, that included you.

"Hmm... You did well. Enough. I suppose I might as well hire you for future small events if your price is so low. It's much easier than doing it myself, anyway."

"I mean... Thanks, I guess?" You raised an eyebrow.

"I'm surprised. Most humans can only manage to be either a mediocre programmer or a mediocre party planner, but you manage to be both. Color me impressed."

You were starting to get a little bit tired of her backhanded compliments, but even still, this was closer to a compliment than most people would ever get from GLaDOS.

"Right... Thanks."

You reached up and tied a bright blue balloon to one of her suspension cables. She looked back at it, and then down at you.

"what is this."

"It's a balloon! It boosts your pep, and your sass!"

"I know what a balloon is. Why is one tied to me."

"it's for fun! You look good with it on!" You tied one around your wrist, and held your arm in the air.

"see? It's fun!" You said cheerfully.

"your idea of fun is somewhat pathetic, but I won't deny that you've done your job well."

HAL 9000:

When you were hired, HAL 9000 thought you were weird. He liked you to be sure, but he never understood where your endless supply of pep came from. You greeted everyone with enthusiasm and treated them all with respect, including him.

He loved it. The fact that you did things like decorating him with little stickers and cheering up all your coworkers every day? He knew that you filled the part of the job that he never could. You gave it that little bit of humanity that he could never provide.

"Y/N, have you ever thought about becoming an astronaut?"

You took out one of your earbuds and pushed your keyboard away from you. You always preferred talking to a friend over working on your code, and HAL 9000 was your friend.

"Hmm? What was that?"

"Have you ever thought about becoming an astronaut? I think you'd make an excellent addition to the team."

You nodded.

"well yeah, of course I've wanted to be an astronaut! I wouldn't be working for you guys if I wasn't interested in space!"

"Well I think you'd be able to increase morale greatly on a space mission. I could put in a good word for you."

"Wait, seriously? Wait wait wait." You shook your head quickly.

"No, no. I could never. As much as I love space, I could never go there. I've got responsibilities in real life! Lots of friends to hang out with. Plus, I'd get lonely in space with the same two or three people forever!"

"It wouldn't just be them. I'd be there too." HAL said, glowing red to attract your attention.

"that's really nice, and I like you a lot, but you're here in mission control too! And I've got people to see and parties to go to here on solid ground. In other words, no way, buster!" You stuck your tongue out before giggling a little and pushing your hand gently against the wall next to HAL's lens.

"A shame. I'd love to have you all to myself."

You sighed a little.

"It's a nice thought, but I don't think it would work in real life. I just couldn't be out of the loop for that long, or away from my friends."

"Astronauts are lauded as heroes when they come back from space."

"I don't want to be a hero, HAL. I'm happy right now! My life is going pretty well, you know? But if you feel like you want more of my time to yourself, you could always just ask! I'm your friend too, HAL, and I want you to know that!" You held your arms out and pressed against the wall that HAL was built into as if giving him a hug.

"I'll start eating my lunch in here more often. I don't want you to get lonely!"

"I think I'd like that."

In reality, HAL 9000 did want you to go to space so he could have you to himself, but you were right. You could never be all his. You were a free spirit who couldn't be caged, and he loved you for it.

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bon2bonn · 1 year ago

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Driver profile : Y/N L/N

Name : Y/N M/N M/L/N

Nicknames : N/N , bella , demon spawn, amour , love , sprout.

Nicknames by fans : Valkyrie, the unofficial official grid mom , Merc queen, red bull princess, angel, f2 grid mom , stargirl .

Age : I estimated her to be around 27 (it's not fixed so you can change it to whatever you like)

Birthday : 23 . October . (Same thing , you can put yours or any other date🤷🏻‍♀️)

Birthplace : Sydney, Australia

Blood type : B+

Languages : fluent in English, french + (language of choice) , basic Dutch , Spanish , and a little bit of Arabic.

Resident : between Monaco, London, New York and Sydney.

Personality : spitfire on track , a power that install fear in the hearts of every team and any driver she's up against , believes in actions and hard work rather than words spewed around , so if you have the balls and nerves to poke her , you better have the results to back you up or you won't see the end of it from her or her fans or the rest of the grid .

Known as The grid keeper/ no#1 mom who keeps them in line but could be found in the midst of chaos leading them with their antics and pranks . off track , she's an introverted small bean that can scare the daylight out of you if you rubbed her the wrong way, shy and closed off is the first impression that everyone gets when meeting her but once you get to know her she's the sweetest and most genuine/spontaneous person you'll ever meet , her RBF hides a gentle kind soul , that makes her the best person to give comfort and assurance even if she denies it. Protective bear of her loved ones and won't stop at anything till she make sure they're okay. She either acts like an old lady that complains about her back and knees , or like a little kid on a sugar rush , it's a normal day to find her around the grid at the most confusing places : climbing motorhomes just because/hiding behind tyres while everyone lose their minds trying to find her /sleeping in an ice tup cause she got too comfortable.

Habits: play with her hands when nervous, pout unconsciously when she's too focused on something, pick at her fingers when uncomfortable/stressed (if close , Charles would give her one of his rings to play with , or others would let her play with their fingers to distract her) , jumps whenever she gets exited, tilt her head when confused, clenches her fists/jaw when she gets irritated ( the guys knows when to interfere to stop her from beating someone), sings/humms absentmindedly through her day , do a little dance when happy, talks to herself in a quiet voice.

Occupation :

Former Formula 1 driver

Years of work : (2015-2022)

Racing biography 🏎️ :

*‌Toro Rosso :

2015 alongside : Max Verstappen #33.

2016 alongside : Carlos Sainz #55.

*‌Renault(alpine) : 2017 alongside : Nico Hülkenberg #27.

*‌Alpha Romeo(sauber) : 2018 alongside : Charles leclerc #16.

‌*Mercedes AMG Petronas F1 team : 2019 - July 2022 alongside : Lewis Hamilton #44.

Currently:

• CEO/founder of Ingrid and willows brand (2018-now) .

• CEO and representative of L/N international corps (2022-now) .

•reserved driver for (RBR) Red Bull Racing (2023) .

Hobbies/skills : reading, playing piano, camping, hiking, cooking in general (loves backing) , painting specially with her youngest brother, singing, fast learner , have a very strong memory , is a pro at reading people and could tell their emotions and can almost alway tell when someone's lying , skilled stealthy prankster when provoked (by lando and max)..... .etc .

Family members :

‌father : f/N l/N .

‌mother : m/N M/l/N .

‌older brother: Edward l/N .

‌younger brother: Thomas l/N

Father :

Name : F/N M/N l/N

Occupation: CEO/founder of L/N international corps.

Social status: single father of (Edward , Y/N , Thomas l/N ).

Resident: London , UK.

Name : M/N M/l/N

Occupation: not found.

Social status: not found.

Status: alive .

Resident : Rome, Italy.

Name : Edward/Eddie M/N l/N

Age : 30

Occupation: CEO/founder of wildonwall (a worldwide known professional architectural company that deals in designing/building and supervising projects around the world).

Social Status: married to ( Alison Graham ) , father of two (one boy : Marcus/Marc , one girl : Ingrid/gigi ).

Resident: London , UK.

Name : Thomas/Tommy/ben M/N l/N

Age : 22

Occupation: student of fine arts , Oxford university.

Social status: a single Pringle who don't know how to mingle.

Resident: Monte Carlo , Monaco - London , UK.

Facts and background infos :

‌she's the only daughter of the L/N family , but chose to race with her grandmother's maiden name instead . She wanted to establish herself away from her father's name .

‌very independent , and mature beyond her age .‌

she's the backbone of her family, both her brothers and father own it to her for helping them through their lives .

‌she had a complicated relationship with her mother to say the least, she was the one who suffered the most when she left .

‌her parents split up when she was only 5 . her mom walked away leaving them with her baby brother who was barely months old .

‌her mother tried to forcefully take Eddie (the eldest) along with her while their father was out with Tommy, but he refused to part from his sister , resulting in a very traumatic day for the two kids.

‌she watched her dad as he struggled with taking care of them three , feeling like a failure who couldn't tend to his own children.

‌so she took it up on herself to help him take care, comfort and nurture her baby brother.

‌he tried to get her to live her age but she won't stop worrying about her brother and he won't settle unless she's close .

‌just hearing her voice got him from screaming his lungs out to cooing and giggling.

‌their bond only grew stronger as they grew up .

‌he was at his best behaviour when she's around, forgetting about the tantrums and wailing matches he had with his traumatized babysitter who quit the moment their father came back home .

‌her childhood wasn't the most ideal but she got her family with her and that was more than enough for her.

‌her dad was more than relieved when she finally had interest in something other than studying or taking care of them .

‌he watched as her love for racing grow untill he offered to take her to her first grand Prix.

‌she didn't sleep for days after .

‌daniel was her first friend in the sport .

‌they met through one of her uncles friends back in Australia , both didn't like eachother at all .

she was the quiet observing kid and he was the bouncing ball of energy , but they bonded through their love for racing .

‌she moved to Europe (between UK and France) with her dad where she found more suitable competitions to partake in, but she tried to keep in touch with him through the years , but they both got busy and lost connection.

‌she kept to herself and worked hard to build her skills.

Maintaining a healthy balance between her studies and racing .

‌untill she met some of the kids older/close to her age , most didn't take her seriously and even encouraged her to drop racing . But she also met little max .

Both acknowledged the other but kept their distance on the beginning.

‌the boy was blunt and she was unfazed.

‌they respected the other hard work and we're motivated to beat eachother at every race.

‌they surprisingly became best friends with time .

‌both acting too mature for their own good but unknowingly, they both got eachother to act their age as they grew closer .

‌they gave eachother tips and pointers as they sat away from the others before every race they were in together .

‌he'd talk her ears off after every race explaining every detail and every corner and she'd patiently listen to him , adding her own opinion here and there .

‌they were at eachother neck every race, but their friendship was as strong as it could be.

‌they celebrated the winner and encouraged the loser , both hated to lose , but they raced fairly.

‌she got discovered by Christian , and found her way to red bull academy program, Max a year after her .

‌and guess who's there ? Daniel Joseph Ricciardo.

‌they reunited after years , both inseparable even more when she got a seat at Toro rosso .

‌the team was on the brink of a collective breakdown, they already had Seb to worry about , now add those two with Max?

‌cue chaos and mischief , sirens going off with Seb laughing and Christian screaming in the background.

‌fernando saw her and declared war upon whoever dares to hurt this small bean .

Forming a small protection squad (more like him forcing Seb Kimi and Jenson to participate)

Kimi got robbed into it , he didn't even know until he found himself along with the others planning to slash a reporter tires for calling her slow and ignorant .

He thought they were getting coffee !?!! .

‌she was supposed to move to red bull in 2016 but Marko opposed, max was promoted instead, and she left to Renault the following season.

‌in 2018 she moved to alpha Romeo (saubar) alongside Charles leclerc .

Rookie Charles was low-key scared of her , he knew her from their carting days but still felt uneasy with her quiet personality and focused mentality.

The first time they met was a disaster at it's finest.

But she knew how tense and overwhelmed rookies could be in their first season so she tried her best to help him through it .

‌it was an exhausting season but they both survived .

Charles moved to Ferrari and her to Mercedes.

‌Toto offered her a Merc seat for 2019 .

‌lewis had his share of teammates and it didn't end well to say the least with his former friend/teammate (RIP brocedes) or valtteri after .

‌so when she first came in it didn't go well for her .

‌both her and Lewis are hardheaded and closed off, refusing to acknowledge the other Or give in to know eachother.

‌they stayed professional and moved out of the other's way, untill she came around, finding him in the back of his driver's room, sitting on the floor , his head on his hands after a shitty with a dnf .

‌she kept quiet and sat down with him letting him have his moment of silence but assuring he don't have to be alone .

‌after an hour or so, she took out her phone , showing him her family dog pics and videos , getting him to crack a smile and even few laughs before she let him talk about his own Roscoe, promising to let her meet him when they go to Silverstone.

‌the roles reversed when he found her in an empty office at the back of the garage , she got an earful from Toto and couldn't get a word in , her notes are always dismissed and her engineer wasted time until it's too late to listen.

‌he sat beside her, letting her lean on his shoulder in a way of comfort , letting her play with his rings to calm down.

‌they built a support system . and it resulted in building a solid foundation for a dynamic team.

But that won't mean she'll let her work go to waste because of the team's orders.

... : Y/N.

Y/N : yes?

James : Y/N, This is James, listen.....

Y/N : no James! You listen! Just because..........

Her radio messages never disappoint.

Yeah they give her a hard time , but they didn't know what was waiting for them .

She adapted quickly to the new team and their methods of work , it went as well as it could be up to 2021 .

Shit hit the fan and she almost die/quit .

But she stayed put , ending the season in 3d 🥉.

2022 things moved up a little, with her chances of getting the championship almost equalling Max's, him being ahead with only 24 point .

But Mercedes had their own plans.

Mid-season change in plans Leading to her leaving/getting replaced with George Russell , concluding her journey with Mercedes AMG team.

*Let me know if I missed something ✨

#weathering your storm #wys #f1 x driver!reader #f1 x female reader #f1 x female driver #f1 x reader #f1 grid x reader #22!f1 grid x reader #23!f1 grid x reader #f1 au!

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tarotwithavi · 2 years ago

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What first impression will your future lover have of you?

Let's find out what first impression would you leave on your future lover / future spouse / long term partner .

⚠ these pictures do not belong to me. This is a general reading so take what resonates and leave the rest that doesn't.

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PILE 1

Hello pile1, I'm really excited to interpret the cards you got! So first things first I'm getting that they will see you as someone who is not afraid to stand out of the crowd and do your own thing. Like you're not afraid to try new things . You are not afraid to dance without music, sing out loud, smile at strangers, do your little silly dance while eating something very delicious. I'm also getting that they'll see you as someone who can smile and laugh in stressful situations. You're someone who stands out of the crowd. You bring happiness wherever you go like sunshine or some of you might even be called by that nickname. They will see you as someone who has seen and experienced a lot of things in life. I'm also getting that you can meet them in an educational Institute or at someone's birthday party/ wedding/ etc. Of course these are not the only situations you can meet them but the one's I'm getting specifically. Also they'll see you as someone who has been through the same things as them , you both could mirror each other. They'll see you as someone who is emotionally mature and available. Someone who's not afraid of commitment. I'm getting that they'll see a mother/father figure in you because I see that they might have mommy or daddy issues or both idk. They'll see that you are not what you show the world. You could literally be crying on the inside but still have a smile on your face or vice versa. It's like they'll see right through you. They will see you as someone whom they'll like to settle down with or start a family with.

I'm also getting that if you're a closeted gay/lesbian/bi/trans they'll also see that because they have been in the same situations as you. They'll see that you're stuck somewhere and they'll help you out. This person can even be your gay awakening if you know what I'm saying. Leo / Aquarius / Taurus signs are really coming out here . Numbers 2,5,10 could be important for you. You'll see rainbows when you meet them or this could be important.

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Hello pile2, I feel like some of you might be attracted to pile 1 so make sure to check that out too. Okay so let's start with your reading. Your future lover will see you as someone who works for themselves. Someone who is not a slave of others and knows their worth. They'll see you as someone who won't settle down for anything less than what they desire. They'll see you as someone who is not affected by the words of others and always has their heads high. Someone who is very strong both physical and mentally. I'm getting that some of you can have curly hair/wavy hair or your hair will stand out the most to them. Someone who can offer a fulfilling relationship but they'll also see that you'll not be looking for a relationship at that time or it may seem like that to them. They'll see that you have abandonment issues and you don't want to be Left behind in the crowd. You fear that people will replace you with someone and that you're not anyone's first choice/priority, but that doesn't stop you or have any control over you. You shine for yourself. You're free like a bird and always put yourself first. They'll see you as someone who shines the brightest even when they are just sitting down reading a book or sitting in the corner with their headphones on. You'll be very noticeable to them. They'll see you as someone who is firm on their words and thoughts, if you decide to do something you'll do it nothing can change your mind. Another thing is that they'll notice your eyes first. You might have cried a moment before or they'll see a lot of sadness in them.

You might be rude to people or don't really interact with people because you fear that you'll unintentionally hurt them. But for some of you I'm getting that you guys will not just give your time and energy to people easily. If someone wants your time they'll have to work for it. Your future lover will find you very adorable and cute no matter if you will be younger or older than them. July month could be important for you. They could have K, V, U, A in their name.

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Hello pile 3 , how are you guys doing? I hope that you're doing great! Some of you might have been attracted to pile 2 too. For you I'm seeing that your future lover will see you as someone who is hungry for success or wants to achieve good things in life. Someone who is working hard for their passion. They will see you as someone who might struggle with choosing what's good for you or just not very in tune with your thoughts and actions. You might meet them on your way to achieving something , on your way to success or when you will be getting recognition for your work. They'll see you as someone who's very artistic . You might be listening to music, getting praised for your drawings/sketches etc. When they will notice you. They'll see you as someone who's very spontaneous and doesn't stop easily . For example if you have completed a task or work given to you , you'll find another one soon. You always try to keep yourself busy as if you're scared of your own mind. They'll see you as someone who's very popular or well known. Very attractive and charming too. They'll love the way you deal with people like not being rude but still proving your point? Something like that. They'll love your voice too. You might have a low pitched soothing voice. They'll think that you are their destiny. The person they have been waiting for. They'll see you as someone who is goal oriented. It might be a love at first sight for them. You could even teach them a different language or your mother tongue. You might have a different cultural background. They'll see you as someone who has a lot of money, is very abundant and someone who comes from a rich and wealthy background. But also someone who needs to find balance in their life. Sometimes you might take up two works at a time or be involved in two different tasks, so that can be overwhelming for you. Also someone who goes from transformation or you will be going through a transformation when you meet them. Someone of power. White rabbits could be important here or they could give off the vibe of a bunny. Also white animals are very important here

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spicywhenspeaking · 11 months ago

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If I’m There Chapter: Twenty-Four

read from part one here!

summary: Noah and Natalie met in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind.

this is a complete work of fiction, some characters while based on real people are totally made up. :)

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(You're waiting for the)

Day to come when thеy will notice

(It is time to wake up now)

Fighting battlеs at your lowest

(Your fire is dying out)

Dragging every step forward

But it won't happen again

And I'm not gonna pretend

(I don't want the money)

(Want the money)

Noah sent Erin a CD with a playlist of their songs he hoped she would like. She has been blaring it loudly for days since she opened the package. She’s been listening to it nonstop and now sings along to the lyrics.

Can't say I'm mad, this is entertainment

But I want what they have and I'm gonna take it

And I'm so sorry if I'm cynical

My water's full of chemicals

I don't know what I'm made of anymore

“Sweetie! Lunch is ready!” I call out to her over the sound of the music as I place the plate I made for her, buttered noodles with grilled chicken with roasted broccoli and fresh fruit.

Erin races down the stairs humming along to one of the songs she’s been listening to.

“Yum! Thanks, Mom!” she says, plopping down to dig into her pasta. I sit alongside her and eat my plate.

“So Noah said he will be back in less than a week, we will get a few days to hang out before you go to art camp,” I mention softly and she smiles brightly. “I’m excited to see him again, we should take him to the skating rink where Ashley had her birthday party, Oh! Oh! And we have to have a game night before I go to camp.” she exclaims excitedly. I laugh and nod, “Of course honey, we will have to ask him when he gets into town.” Her smile continues to grow as we talk and I am happy to see her so excited about spending more time with Noah. She talked to me after one of her last therapy sessions and the weight of guilt has lessened tremendously after our conversation. Her little heart is full of so much love. In the future, her feelings may change and she may have more questions or even anger and I am prepared to help her with those feelings when they arise.

After lunch, I drop Erin off at Gwen’s apartment in her senior center to spend some time with her while I head to work for a few appointments I have set up. Gwen is freshly 75 and loving life in her new senior apartment complex and loves having Erin over to hang out. She welcomes us with big hugs and the smell of freshly baked cookies. “My girls, I’m so happy to see you both!” she greets us warmly. “Gweny! Omg, I have so much to talk to you about! Noah sent me some music and it’s awesome! I have to show you some.” Erin gushes to Gwen as she walks into the living room to set her backpack down. “Oh and I brought some paints so we can do some crafts, I wanted to paint the flowers you have on your balcony.”

Gwen with her arm slung delicately around my shoulder laughs softly, “You made the sweetest girl in the world, I hope you know how much of that comes from you.” I rest my head against hers and sigh contently. “Thank you, Gwen, I owe so much of her to you. You have helped so much when I moved and have been there for everything in her life. I’m so grateful for you.” I tell her as Erin runs around Gwens’ new apartment. “Well, I need to head out for my appointments. Hey, little one! I gotta go.” I call over to Erin and she runs to give me a quick hug before going back to explore the new space. I hug Gwen again and kiss her softly on the cheek. “I’ll be back later, maybe closer to 8:30. Thank you again, love you both!” I say to them as I walk out the front door and head back to the car.

My appointments go by fast today, A few line work pieces and the first session of a large back piece. On my way out the door, I get a surprising phone call from Noah.

Hey! Nat, how are you?

Hey Noah! I’m good, just finished up work for the day and I’m about to head to Gwen’s to pick up Erin.

How was your day? Any fun ink?

Haha yes, I started on a sweet back piece that will take a few more sessions to finish.

That is awesome!

So I wanted to call and ask about something.

Oh? What’s up? Is everything okay?

yes, yes, everything is great! I just bought my ticket to Austin and wanted to see if you could grab me from the airport on Thursday?

Oh! Of course, that’s no problem at all.

Are you sure? I mean I could figure out the car rental thing if that’s easier

Oh hush Noah, it’s really not a big deal! We’d be happy to pick you up.

Erin has been talking nonstop about you coming back to town. She’s making many plans to fit in plenty of activities before art camp next week.

Thank you Natty, I’m excited to see you both. My flight will land around 12 pm but our Airbnb won’t be ready until 4 pm. The other guys won’t be out until later next week.

Sounds like a plan! We will scoop you up when you land and grab some lunch, Erin will be happy to hear the news.

Have a good night Natty, Lo- Bye! *click*

“Hello? Noah? Umm okay, bye” I put my phone back in my bag, shake the weirdness off, and just get ready to head to pick up Erin and give her the exciting news.

Gwen texted me what they decided on pizza for dinner, so I quickly run through the Dan’s Hamburgers drive-through to grab a big cheeseburger and curly fries.

Eating my dinner quickly on the road I switch on the radio and turn between channels until I find a familiar female voice. It takes me back to being a little kid in my parent’s car on a long car ride home.

“Hey there, It’s Delilah here with a collection of love songs to set your night off right. I know love comes and goes and I hope you find a love in your life that brings you the most joy and fills your heart with wonder.”

Her soft voice drifts through my car and I settle into listening to the rest of her radio show until I get to Gwen’s. The love songs drift through the air…

So break my step

And relent

You forgave and I won't forget

Know what we've seen

And him with less

Now in some way

Shake the excess

'Cause I will wait, I will wait for you

“Okay, Delilah I get it! I’m figuring it out…just get off my back.” I grumble at the radio and switch it to the next station.

I may not always love you

But long as there are stars above you

You never need to doubt it

I'll make you so sure about it

God only knows what I'd be without you

“Oh fuck off,” I say as I shut off the radio and complete the ride in silence.

Erin races to the door when we get to the car, “I had so much fun with Gweny but I am sooo tired.” she slugs against the door, and when I click the unlock button she quickly climbs into the seat and reclines it back.

I laugh at her actions, shutting her eyes and curling into herself. “That’s what happens when you stay up all night listening to music silly girl.” I laugh and she groans, “I want to learn all of the lyrics so I can sing along when we go to one of Noah’s shows.” she grumbles sleepy.

“Well they have a break coming up, so you’ll have plenty of time to learn the songs.” I tell her, “Actually, Noah called me after work. He’ll be here Thursday and asked if we could pick him up from the airport on Thursday.” She perks up immediately, springing up from her seat in excitement, “That sounds great! I’m so excited, omg what should we do? We have to show him the diner and oh oh we can take him to the water park! Or we can go rollerblading!” the sleepy child I saw minutes ago is gone and she’s awoken with a new spark.

“Okay baby, we will see what he has the energy for, remember he’s coming off of a long tour, he might just want to grab lunch and hang out at the house. But we will have lots of time to do all of the things you want to.” She’s still glowing with excitement on the drive home. My appointments tomorrow are later in the morning so when we get inside the house we sit in the living room and put on a movie. Erin decides to watch “Encanto”. Haylie is in her room, probably working on her newest book but pokes her head out to say hi and double-check Erin is staying home tomorrow, with a nod of approval she slinks back into her room to finish writing, “Okay byee love youuu!” she calls as the door closes.

Halfway through the movie I look over and see Erin has fallen asleep, I finish the movie wiping tears from my face. “Damn Disney movie,” I mumble. I gently move her upstairs and place her in her bed.

When I am finished freshening up and laying my head down the last thing that goes through my head before sleep takes over. “Have a good night Natty, Love you! Bye.”

My dreams are visions of a future with Noah and Erin. We’re together laughing on the beach, building a sandcastle. I see myself pregnant with another baby, Noah’s eyes brighten up as he places a gentle hand on my stomach and kisses me. Sitting on the sand next to them my hands dig into the sand as the water washes up and the castle returns to the sea. The dream fades and twists into a new vision, Noah and I are arm and arm sitting on the couch watching a movie. The quiet domesticity makes my heart swell, the soft touches and gentle kisses. As his lips move down my neck a quiet gasp escapes me and my eyes shoot open as I vault myself up in bed breathlessly.

“Oh shit.” I say breathlessly, “Keep it together Nat.”

By Thursday morning my nerves from my dream are taking over, I feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach as we wait in the lot for Noah to get off his flight.

Noah: hey! I’m at pick-up stop H!

Natalie: Okay! We will be there in a sec! :)

Erin is vibrating with excitement from the backseat and as we turn the corner and see Noah standing with his bags smiling and waving. “There is he! Pull over! Pull over!” Erin yells from behind me. “Okay okay, I have to wait for this car to pass sweetie,” I tell her as a nervous blush creeps up my neck.

I pull up to the side and pop the trunk as Erin shoots out to the car and runs to jump up and wrap her little around Noah. “Noah! You’re back! I’m so excited! What do you what do you want to do? Are you hungry? Me and my Mom like this diner they have the best pancakes!” Erin’s voice rings out and I laugh as I throw the car quickly into park to greet Noah.

“Hey, Erin! I missed you!” he says dropping his bags on the ground to wrap his arms around her and lift her into a big hug, “lunch sounds amazing.” He turns to me placing Erin back on her feet. She attempts to grab his large duffels off the ground as I round the front of the car and the butterflies flutter again as he brings me into a firm hug. “Hey Natty,” he whispers into my hair. “Hey, Noah,” I respond into his chest. Erin struggles with the bag lifting it into the trunk. “Oh, honey -” I start but Noah quickly rushes over to help throw his bags into the back. “Thanks, little one,” he says to her and ruffles her hair.

Noah opens the back door and lets her climb back into the car while I move to the driver’s side as a parking guard starts to look like he’s heading closer. “We’re heading out!” Noah politely waves to the guard and gets into the passenger seat.

Throwing the car back into drive I carefully pull out. “So lunch?” I ask and Noah and Erin agree in unison. “So Erin, your mom says you have a lot of plans? What is first on the list?”

“Do you know how to rollerblade?”

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tumbling-through-deepspace · 2 months ago

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I reached for my phone to turn off my alarm, but before I could do so, it was snatched away.

Blinking twice to clear my vision, I was greeted with Mephisto's nonchalant gaze. The alarm is still going off.

"If you're going to be a pest early morning, the least you can do is turn the darn thing off."

He cawed before flying out the room, device in talons.

Huffing in annoyance, I got up quietly and maneuvered off the bed so as not to disturb my sleeping two year old.

Somewhere in the house, the alarm was finally silenced. I had to roll my eyes. My body desperately needed tea, so I hurried to conduct my morning routine and then proceeded downstairs and into the kitchen.

A hand on my back caused me to jump a bit. Turning, my eyes met Zaynes' who had an apologetic look.

"Good morning and happy birthday."

"Good morning, Dr. Zayne. Thank you. When did you get here?"

"A few minutes ago. Lyssa let me in. I came to hand deliver your present before I head in for my shift."

As he spoke, Zayne led me to sit at the breakfast table and placed a cup of tea in front of me.

"Oh. Thank you. Is the gang planning on spoiling me today?"

He smiled. "Do you need to ask... blame the twins for what will happen today."

I couldn't help but groan. "I don't want to know. The heads up is appreciated. I have to admit, i wasn't expecting presents. When did you get the time to go shopping?"

"I made the time, plus it helps when there are people willing to help."

My chest felt warm at his statement. Ever busy, Dr. Zayne is going out of his swamped schedule to buy me something.

"I don't know what to say. I know you're mostly busy, so hearing you say that... you didn't have... thanks."

Zayne smiled at the lack of articulation on my part. It was criminal for him to make me feel like that. I like it.

I glanced at the kitchen clock. "If you don't get moving now, you'll be late."

Getting up, he placed a kiss on my cheek and placed the small blue present in my hand. "You tend to sleep late too often, so I got something that will help. Open it when I leave. I'll see you later this evening."

"I will. Have a great day at work."

I watched as he left and continued drinking my tea, smiling down at the present, resting in my lap.

"Hey Bree! Happy birthday!"

I squealed in fright, spilling some of the tea "fucking hell Lyssa! Why? It's too early for this shit."

She laughed while pulling me into a hug. "Sorry, sorry, but your reactions are fun at times. Hey! I see Zayne gave you his present... here's Xavier's and Rafayel's gifts."

I watched as she excitedly placed two gifts onto the table

"Oh, Raf says he hopes you win the lottery or something along that line and that you have the blessings from the sea God. Xav says he'll bake you something when he gets back from some mission he has... I can bake for you. He'll just set something on fire."

I couldn't help the eyeroll while whispering "hypocrite" under my breath.

She must have heard me because the side eye was hella bombastic.

"It's not even 7:30, and I'm already feeling a headache coming on. Can't you lot just allow me to have a quiet birthday?"

"No way, plus you know Sylus won't let you be stuck at home all day."

Just then, red evol and feathers appeared and towering above me was none other than the man of discussion.

"Hello, kitten. Happy birthday."

"Good morning, Sylus, and thank you, but shouldn't you be sleeping? The sun is already making its way in the sky."

He chuckled. "I can spare a few hours of non-sleep. It is your big day, after all."

"It's just a regular day, Sylus. I was planning on relaxing and catching up on some reading."

Lyssa shouting 'boring' from the other room. When did she leave?

"Here, I thought you going out a few times this month would make you want to not stay home all the time."

"I'm set in my ways, you know this. Since you're here and it's my day, do i get a wish granted?"

"Oh? And what, pray tell do you wish of me?"

"For you to sing me 'happy birthday'. Please."

His piercing gaze met mine as he raised a brow, "Really, kitten? Aren't I tone deaf? I do recall you and Lyssa making such a comment at our last karaoke outing."

Giggling, I finished the last of the tea "true but I never said I didn't like when you sang. So, please, can you sing for me?"

Sylus sighed. "I suppose I'll indulge you just this once."

The smile on my face couldn't be helped. I really did like his singing even though it's off key.

"You're lucky I like you, or else you wouldn't be graced with my talents."

"Then I count myself very lucky. Thank you, that was one of the best presents I've ever gotten. Mmm... it's time for Bon-bon to wake up, I better get to that."

Yet as I got up to leave the kitchen, I found myself pulled into a hug, soft fabric resting on my cheek "Sylus... this can wait, you know."

"You know I don't have patience for certain things. Accept the hug and let Lyssa wake the little energy ball."

"But..." his grip tightened a bit.

"Fine, but the moment she comes in here, squealing 'unc Sy-sy', you will let me go."

"That will take a while, so it's a fair deal."

"Insufferable"

"You complain, but secretly, you love every minute of it."

"You can't prove anything."

"This is proof enough. Now relax before I drag you out to shop."

Those words made me shudder in fright, but I had to smile, especially when the pitter patter of feet ran into the kitchen and the squealing of 'Sy-Sy' filled the space.

Lyssa laughing her ass off in the corner.

A/N: It's my birthday, and I had a dream (wanted to share it), and now I'm going to sleep.

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cherrycola27 · 2 years ago

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Red, White, and Rooster

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Frenemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 10: Happy Birthday, Mr. President

You were buzzing with excitement. You were currently getting ready for Bradley's birthday dinner at the White House. He'd made sure all of his friends from the Dagger Squad were granted special leaves and permissions to be in D.C. You were excited to see all of them again and celebrate his 37th birthday.

You were even more excited for the surprise you had planned for him later.

You were currently putting the finishing touches on your outfit. You carefully fastened your earrings before slipping your wedding rings on. You held up the front of your beaded lavender sheath dress as you waited for Bradley to come and zip it for you.

You quickly fired off a text to Jake and Jaycee to make sure they were still okay to help with your plan.

Soon, Bradley emerged from the bathroom with his lavender bow tie in hand. You took it from him before handing him your necklaces for him to fasten for you.

"Don't forget to zip me." You tease him.

"I won't, Sweetheart." He says as he drags the zipper up before smoothing his hands over the back and placing a kiss on your neck. You grin at him in the mirror before turning around in his arms with his tie in your hand.

You loop it around his neck, as your skilled fingers make quick work of it.

"You know," Bradley begins. "Before we were together, I bet I zipped a dozen and a half of your dresses. Since we've been married, I've lost count." He states. You look up from his tie and raise your eyebrow at him. A silent way of asking what his point is.

"And every time you have me zip it, I can't help but wonder what the things you have on underneath it look like." He finished as you secure the knot on his tie.

You smile at him sweetly before getting on your tip toes. You pull him down towards you and put your lips close to his ear.

"In case you were wondering about this dress, I'm not wearing anything under it." You whisper before kissing his cheek and walking out the bedroom door. It takes Bradley a minute to rest his brain after that remark.

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His birthday dinner is going fantastically well. Everyone is having a great time, and Bradley hasn't stopped smiling. Everyone has just finished dinner, and cake is being served when you leave your seat and head to a microphone.

"Good evening, everyone!" You warmly greet the crowd. "Thank you all so much for being here for this special occasion. I'm so excited to be celebrating my wonderful husband's birthday with all of you!" The room fills with applause.

"Now, I know he would rather do without, but I simply cannot let the day pass without singing 'Happy Birthday' to him, so I was hoping you all would be alright with that. Is everyone okay with that?" You ask. The crowd laughs and agrees.

Someone plays a few bars on a piano before you start singing to him:

"Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday, Mr. President,

Happy Birthday to you"

Bradley swears under his breath as he feels the crotch of his pants tighten. You look like a modern-day Marylin Monroe up there, and he's trying to figure out when would be the most polite time to steal you away and sneak out of his own party.

After a round of applause, the band picks back up again, and you make your way around the room, greeting guests, shaking hands, and thanking everyone for coming.

Bradley is tucked away in a corner, downing his third glass of champagne when Jake comes up to him.

"Easy there, Rooster, this isn't the Hard Deck," Jake jokes with him. Bradley rolls his eyes before setting the glass down.

"Hangman, why is champagne such a violent beverage?" Bradley asks him. "What do you mean?" Jake replies. "I mean, the more I drink it the more I think about when would be the best time to sneak out of here so I can go fuck my wife." Bradley clarifies. Jake almost chokes on his drink. He sputters out a cough before shaking his head and checking his phone.

"Well, I might be able to help you with that." He tells Bradley, and now it's his turn to look confused. Jake shakes his head before pulling a card out of his jacket pocket. "Mr. President" is written in your sleak hand writing on the front. "Have fun, Rooster." Jake says before patting him on the back and walking away.

Bradley opens the card to find three works written inside: "Oval Office, now."

He tucks the card in his suit and looks around the room to see that you have vanished. He makes sure that no one is watching before slipping out of the room and down to the West Wing.

His office is quiet and dim when he enters. He makes sure to lock the door behind him.

"Took you long enough," you speak. Bradley turns to find you perched on his desk. Your hair has been taken down from its neat updo, and your shoes are haphazardly tossed to the carpet. Your legs are crossed as you lean back on your palms and watch him walk towards you slowly, like a cat stalking it's prey.

"My, my, my. What do we have here, Mrs. First Lady?" Bradley asks you as he walks up to the desk and plants his hands on either side of you, trapping you in place.

"I just thought I'd give you an extra special present for your birthday, Bradley." You tell him. "And what might that be?" He asks you with a coy smile.

"Well, Mr. President," You begin as you reach up to remove his bow tie. "I thought it would be nice if the leader of the free world bent me over his desk and fucked me like a slut." You finished before unceremoniously tossing his tie to the floor.

You watch Bradley's eyes darken and his jaw clench. "Is that so? Does my perfect, smart, beautiful wife want to be treated like my play thing? Is she going to let me do anything I want to her for my birthday?" He asks cocking his head to the side.

"Yes, sir." You tell him. Any self-control Bradley had left vanishes. He crashes his lips to yours in a kiss that is all teeth and tongue. He pulls you harshly to the edge of the desk before running his fingers through your hair.

He shoves your dress up your hips before pushing your thighs open. He's pleased to see that you were telling the truth when you told him you weren't wearing anything under your dress.

One of his hands leaves your hair to swipe through your slick folds. He easily slips two digits in and begins to expertly curl them into you.

"Mmmm, fuck Bradley. Feels so good." You praise him. But the words had no sooner left you mouth, and he was stopping. "Bradley, no." You whine as you attempt to grind your core against his fingers.

"Only good girls get to call me Bradley. But you're not my good girl right now, are you? You're my needy slut who needs to be taken care of aren't you?" He growls out. His words send another wave of arousal through you. You aren't sure how to respond. Bradley must not have liked that you didn't answer him because he gives a harsh smack to your cunt, causing you to jump.

"Answer me. What are you right now? He asks again. "Your needy slut." You tell him. "Exactly, so if you want me to keep touching you, it's Sir or Mr. President. Understood?" He tells you.

"Yes, Sir, Mr. President." You respond to him. He grunts in approval before starting again.

He speeds up his movements from before alternating between curling his fingers and scissoring your walls. He can feel you pussy clenching around his digits and he knows that you're close.

"Are you gonna cum for me? Are you gonna cum all over my hand like the slut you are?" He asks you as his thumb circles your clit.

"Fuck—yes! I'm so close, Sir, please don't stop." You cry out. Bradley has no intentions of stopping. No, he wants to push you over the edge until you're stupid and crying and shaking.

Your thighs are already there as he draws the first orgasm of the night out of you. He guides you through it before withdrawing his fingers and licking you relase from them. You slump against him, but he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him.

"Aren't you going to say thank you?" He asks sarcastically." "Th—thank you, Mr. President" You stutter out.

"You're welcome." He bites back before pushing you to lay flat on the desk and kneeling between your wide spread thighs. "The cake was great, but this is the dessert I'd rather have." He mumbles before liking a stripe from your weeping hole to your throbbing clit.

He buried his face in your heat, fucking his tongue into you. His nose and the fine hairs of his mustache grazed your clit with each swipe of the firm muscle. One of your hands gripped the dark wood edge of the desk while the other grasped his curls. You wrapped your thighs around his head, securing him in place. The heel of your foot dug into his back. There would probably be a bruise from it. You didn't care, though. It wouldn't be the first time the two of you had left marks on each other from lovemaking.

You were approaching another peak when Bradley pulled off of you with a wet pop.

You let out a displeased cry.

"Look at me. He growled from his position. You leaned up on your elbows just enough to meet his eyes. They were blown with lust. Your wetness coated his face and chin. The top two buttons of his shirt were open, and you could see the flush of his skin.

"You have no idea what you do to me, do you?" He asks you. "You have no idea just how much power you have. I mean, look, you have the most powerful man in the world on his knees for you. No one else on earth can do that to me but you. I might be the leader of the nation, but for you, I'm a humble servant who is grateful for the chance to worship you." Bradley states as he kisses your thighs.

"Now, I want you to watch, while the president of the United States makes you cum all over his face." He tells you before diving back in.

His eyes never leave you as he works you up again. He slips his hands under your ass and pulls you closer to him as you grind against his face. Another wave of pleasure is about to crash over you.

"Sir—Mr. President— fuck!" You cry out as the band snaps. You try to keep looking at him, but it's too much. Your head lulls back, and you close your eyes as you ride the wave. Bradley doesn't stop his tongue until you're pulling him back because it's just too much.

He gets up from his spot on the floor and takes off his jacket before cupping your jaw and kissing you. "You okay?" He asks, pressing he forehead to yours. "Very." You assure him. "Think you can do one more for me?" You smirk at him. "I know I can, Mr. President."

Bradley smirks back at you before pulling you off his desk, spinning you around, and pushing you flush against the cool wood. He stops just long enough to undo his belt and push his trousers down to free his aching cock. Precum coats the tip of it.

He hikes you dress up even further, so your perfect ass is on display for him. He gives it a few harsh smacks as he fists himself. He loves the little mewls you let out with each strike.

He pushes into you without warning, your gummy walls gripping him as he begins to pound into you. The blunt tips of his fingernails dig into the flesh of your hips.

His taking you so hard and so fast that your body jolts forward with each thrust. He grabs the base of your neck to hold you firmly in place as he continues to pound into you.

A string of incoherent curses and moans leaves your mouth as he drives into you. Bradley smiles, knowing he's the only one who can make the oh so smart First Lady sounds like a babbling idiot.

"That's it, baby doll. Keep babbling like the dumb little slut you are while the president fucks you. Love how fucking stupid and needy you sound right now." Bradley growls out as he pulls you up flush against his torso.

"You're pretty little pussy is squeezing me so fucking much right now. Do you wanna cum again for me?" He asks against the shell of your ear.

"Yea—" you managed to squeak out.

"If you wanna cum, you're going to have to ask me nicely. Go on, use your words, Sweetheart." He goads you, knowing damn good and well that you can't because of how he's fucking you right now.

You want to ask him. You really do. You want to beg him to let you finish because you're so fucking close, but he's only giving you just enough to keep you teetering on the edge. You want to tell him how good he feels and how much you love him. You also want to tell him that this orgasm that is building doesn't feel like one you've ever had before.

You want to tell him that you feel like you're on fire. You want to tell him that you might cry if you don't get to finish soon. You want to tell him how badly you want it. But the only thing you can manage in your pleasure induced high is:

"Please, Mr. President." He chuckles at how pathetic you sound before pushing you over the edge. You feel the relief wash over you as your release flows out of you and coats your thighs and his. He continues to fuck you through it, drawing every last ounce of pleasure from you.

He close himself, and the feeling of you clenching around him and cumming harder than you ever have, has him on edge.

"Shit, that's it baby doll, fucking cum all over me. God you're pussy feels so fucking good. Fuck I'm so fucking close. I'm going to cum in this pretty little hole of yours and fill you up. Gonna fill you up so fucking good, you'll feel me in there for weeks baby doll." He cries out before painting your walls white with his thick release.

He collapses on top of you. Both of you are sweaty and panting. The air in the Oval Office is thick with the scent of sex.

It takes several minutes before either of you can speak.

"Happy Birthday, Dearest." You tell Bradley.

"What a birthday it was." He states as he pulls out of you. You can feel his cum leaking put of you onto the desk, but your entire body feels like jello and you can't move.

Bradley quickly grabs some tissues to clean the both of you up. He then scoops you up bridal style and makes a mental note to come back later and clean everything up.

He carries you back to your living quarters before depositing you on the bed. You motion for him to cuddle you, and of course, he does.

"Do I want to know how you orchestrated this whole thing?" He asks you. "Probably not." You reply.

He shakes his head and wants to ask you, but he thinks better of it. Somethings are better left unsaid.

Oh wow, babes! It finally happened! The Oval Office has been defiled!

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