#happy brithday baby boy

[kit-williams]

Momrad to Konrad: The first year

Honestly it's odd to think that a year ago at this time I had my tiny Night Lord.

Oh man there were ups and downs throughout it all. Oh he won't ever see this probably and I'm just going to be posting to the void. But God I'm so lucky to have such a happy little boy. The joy when he first started to figure out what laughing means and that he always has a smile or a laugh. The loss of his gummy smiles was a blow to Dadatar and I but his toofy little smiles have also been a joy.

Yeah babies really do have a new baby smell and it lasts like 3 months (another tragedy for us to loose) but I'm so happy he's just here with us (SIDS scared me)

Can't wait for another year more and all the funny little things that come with raising a tiny little Night Lord... Raising a tiny little Primarch

Happy First Birthday my little Konrad

[anangelinthepit]

HAPPY BRITHDAY, YOU LITTLE FIRECRACKER. I hope your birthday is as great as you are!!!!!!! 💕💕💕

[malarkgirlypop]

MEDIC! - 3rd Part (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

HELLO! HELLO! HELLO! Since it is my birthday I will treat you all to two parts to the next story. I know I'm very nice! Just a warning the story turns a bit when they head into Bastogne, like it does in the show. So it's less cutesy and more depressing ): It can't be helped Bastogne is brutal! I will try and get some cute fluffy moments in with all the depressing stuff. I will put some trigger warnings on the story when it's starts getting a bit hectic, cause don't we love putting the OC through some trials and tribulations hehe.

Disclaimer: No disrespect to the real men of WW2, this is based off the actors protrayal from HBO.

The sound of talking wakes me from my slumber, I raise my sleepy head, I’m in a field. I’m in a field? I bolt upright gathering my bearings. So it wasn’t a dream. I sigh moving to get up. Bull walks towards me, “Darlin’ good morning!” a boyish grin appears on his face. God these men are so young, I forget how young they were when they sent them away. A smile reaches my lips. 

“Did I sleep in?” I ask looking around, everyone else seems to be awake. 

“No, but we are moving out soon, stick with me today since it’s your first time on the front, I’ll tell you what you need to do.” Bull’s tone shifts to being more serious. 

“I understand.” my stomach twists, I don't know if I am ready for this but there is no way to avoid it.      

We sit on the tanks as they roll down the road. I sit beside Bull, my stomach turns, I refused breakfast this morning when I was offered, just sticking to water.

“So where are you from?” I hear from behind me. I turn to find who spoke, a man with kind eyes smiles up at me. 

“I’m from Massachusetts, born and raised. How about you?” I reply, shifting to sit so I am facing the man. 

“I’m from Oregon, also born and raised.” He smiles, “I’m sorry I am terrible at names.” he says grinning. 

“Emily Lane,” I extend my hand, “and you?” 

“Donald Malarkey, call me Malark.” he takes my hand in his, his grip firm he shakes my hand. 

“Nice to meet you Malark.” I smile at him. 

“You nervous?” he asks. 

“Yes, I haven’t been on the front before. Bull said he would help me for my first time.” he nods in understanding. 

“We were all nervous on our first jump, don’t let these men tell you any different.” I smile at him, grateful for someone to speak to, to help distract me from the upcoming events. 

After a couple of hours of driving I had made friends with Malarkey and his friends Skip and Penkala. They share stories from their childhood and the most recent assaults they went through.  

The tanks stall to a halt, a soldier walks in front of the tanks looking through binoculars.

“Lieutenant!” Yells Bull from in front of me. The man turns to look at Bull. 

“Sniper!” someone else yells from the tanks.

A bang sounds from afar, the man in the road drops to his knees, collapsing to the ground. Before my brain can process what is happening, everyone is moving. I look around spotting another tank rushing down the road intercepting the path we are taking. My legs work before I know what I am doing, I surge towards the man lying on the ground. A firm hand grabs my arms yanking me back midstep. 

“NO LANE.” Bull yells pushing me behind the tanks, “GET WITH WINTERS!” 

“But…” I say. 

“NOW! MOVE!” Bull points back towards where Winters and Nixon watch from the trucks, with the backup soldiers. I move ducking for cover from fire. I slide down into the ditch on the side of the road moving in the opposite direction from the rest of the men. A couple of yards down the street Winters and Nixon watch, I clamber out of the ditch. 

“Emily over here.” He calls waving me over. I rise to my feet, following his command. 

“Wait here, you can treat the men that Gene sends back.” He says not taking his eyes off the fighting in front of us. I flinch and jump at every firing gun and tank. My heart leaps into my throat everytime a sound rings out. My breathing is ragged like I have run a marathon, I can feel the adrenaline surging through my veins. I watch the fight in front of me, the men charging forward into the town. The fight becomes distant, still hearing the yelling and firing but not being able to see exactly what is going on.

“MEDIC, MEDIC.” I hear being called from the ditch by the road, I look around for the medic that was with me earlier, but he has disappeared. My heart pounds in my ears, I start running to the ditch, sliding down into it. 

“Lane, where are you going?” Winters call for me. 

“They are calling for a medic, I need to go Sir!” I yell back, not waiting for his response. I move. 

I keep low to the ground, crouching as I run in the ditch. Men run past me in the ditch and on the street, “fall back.” I hear in the distance, it seems this operation isn’t going to plan. 

I find Malarkey and another man I don’t recognise covering fire, I step over Malarkey as I approach First Lieutenant Compton who is lying on the floor. I bend down scanning his body for injuries, my eyes landing on blood. Four bloody spots soak into Buck pants, entry and exit wounds. I bend down putting compression on the injuries, “Hey Doc,” the Lieutenant mumbles. 

“Lieutenant, it's Lane. It’s gone right through Buck.” I say packing the wounds with gauze to slow the bleeding. “Side to side, both cheeks” I yell over the booming, flinching and ducking at the sounds. An explosion goes off nearby showering us in dirt and debris as the ground rumbles beneath us. 

“Malarkey, get ‘em out of here, go” yells Buck, wincing in pain. 

“What?!” Malarkey exclaims. 

“Just…leave me here for the Germans, ok?” he begs. 

“What?! Are you nuts?” Malarkey answers confused. 

“We can carry you.” I yell over all the noise. 

“You kidding me! I weigh more than both of you two combined.” Buck grunts.

“I’m stronger than I look.” I say glancing over to Malarkey, who nods his head back at me silently agreeing to help pull Buck back to safety.

“Come on!” Malarkey jumps up from his crouched position. The other man who was covering fire also aids us to get Buck back to safety. Malarkey disappears over to the barn that is nearby, I continue to tend to Buck’s wounds as Malarkey reappears with a broken piece of panelling of the barn wall to help rest Buck on. We put him on the panel on his front, lifting the wood, together we drag him back to safety. 

Other soldiers gather into the trucks. We manage to haul Buck on the floor of the truck still on the wood slab. I climb the side as Lip helps me in, “Come on, up you go.” 

“One bullet, four holes.” I hear Guarnere tell Lip. 

“Yeah! It’s almost a miracle.” Says Lip, slapping Buck’s foot. 

I sit next to Malarkey in the truck, keeping an eye on Buck. Gene climbs in next to me. “You good?” He asks. I nod, not trusting my voice not to break if I answer. The trucks begin to go back down the road the way we came from earlier. We retreat. Operation Market Garden did not go to plan. 

We make it back to the camp we were in previously by dusk. After helping Gene with all of the injured I was told to go rest. I walk around looking for a familiar figure, but the tall broad man is nowhere to be found. 

“Excuse me?” I ask a soldier sitting on the ground, I recognise him as Hoobs. He looks up at me while chewing.

“Can I help you?” Hoobs replies firmly. 

“Have you seen Bull?” I implore. 

“They can’t find him, he didn’t come back with the rest of us.” he says curtly. 

“What?” my heart sinks. 

“If there ain’t no body, then there ain’t nobody fucking dead” Guarnere chimes in. “Understand me?” Not only addressing me but the other men with solemn faces sitting on the ground.

Hoobs stands, “I’m going to look for him.” he states. 

Guarnere rises as well, “not by yourself you’re not. I’ll go with you, let me go get some ammo.” Guarnere starts to walk away, when the group around Hoobs stands with him, I hear a couple of me too’s from the men. 

“Alright, go get him.” Guarnere replies. I stand, “I can come too.” I say to Hoobs.

“That’s nice of you Doll, but you need to be here. But we will bring him back.” Hoobs nods, patting my shoulder as he moves to gather his gear. I watch the men gather their things and start heading back to where Operation Market Garden took place.  

I sit by myself picking at the grass, every scenario is running through my head of what could’ve happened to Bull. Rumbling sounds I stand looking at where the noise came from. The town that we were in previously is on fire as bombs are dropped from planes overhead. My heart crumples, a wave of realisation finally hits me. I am here in 1944, and possibly the only way I can get back to my own time is currently being burned to the ground and the one person I trusted and had started to care for is missing in action and could potentially be dead. I sink to my knees, a choked sob leaves my mouth as tears stream down my face. What I saw today is just the beginning, I was on autopilot the whole time, I didn’t even get to process what was happening. I bring my knees to my chest burying my face in them, rocking from side to side to soothe myself. I sob quietly trying not to bring attention to my situation. Caught up in my emotions I don’t hear the quiet footsteps of the person who sits beside me. They sit close enough for our hips to press together, I don’t bother looking up, too embarrassed of the state I am in. The person sitting beside me doesn’t utter a word, but their hand lands on the middle of my back rubbing small comforting circles. The action makes me cry harder, blubbering into my knees. The hand runs up my back to my shoulder pulling me into their chest. Letting my knees fall down, I use their neck to bury my face in to muffle the sobs. The hand moves, continuing the gentle motions. After a while my cries subside into sniffles, the weight of the day bearing down and exhaustion setting into my bones, I close my eyes and drift away. 

I awake, my head pounding from the hours of sobbing I did last night. My eyes feel like they are swollen shut and it hurts to blink. I squint unsure of my surroundings, I am not laying out in the open field. A green roof is over my head. Confused, I look around to gather my bearings.  I am sleeping in the same tent I treated Winters wound in, however the table that sat in the room is now gone, leaving enough room for three people to sleep. I sit up glancing around, I am alone in the tent. I throw the blanket off my body and go to leave, just at that moment Captain Nixon saunters in through the tent flaps. 

“You’re awake.” He says with a toothy grin. I glance down at his hands, he holds two cups of steaming liquid. “Coffee?” He extends a cup in my direction. I smile sheepishly, taking it from him, sipping the liquid. Not the best coffee ever, but for right now it is.  

“Thank you Captain.” I smile gratefully at him. 

“Aw, please call me Nix.” he says, sipping from his own cup. 

“How did I get into the tent?” I ask looking around. 

“Well you were in a bit of a state last night, so I brought you in.” He chuckles. 

My brain clicks, Nixon was the one last night who sat with me, who rubbed gentle circles on my back to soothe me. I blush embarrassed he caught on to my breakdown. No wonder he is the intelligence officer, I don’t think anyone else would’ve noticed.

“Well thank you, but also sorry you had to see that.” I say rubbing the back of my neck, cringing internally. 

“It was a hard day for everyone, but I know it was the first time you had been on the front. It creeps up on you, you know. I understand that at a point it becomes too much, and you just have to let it all out, it’s healthy.” He says in an empathetic manner, his eyes kind and caring. 

I go to answer when I hear the lively chatter outside get louder. We both turn our heads to the exit of the tent. I follow Nixon out and watch a car pull up into the field. “Bull!” Johnny yells. There in the front seat looking a bit worse for wear is Bull. My heart leaps, I hastily hand my coffee to Nixon rushing over to the truck. A crowd of men get there before me, I stand on my tiptoes to see over all of their heads. I can barely make out Bull as people gather around the man giving handshakes and hugs. I watch him speak to Hoobs and the men who set out last night to go get him. They chat smiling and grinning at each other, Bull concludes the conversation walking away talking to Johnny and Guarnere. Bull smokes a cigar, laughing at Johnny and Guarnere arguing as they walk towards me. I stand in one spot watching them walk past, a stupid grin plastered on my face, as Bull walks past he double takes. A smile spreads across his face as he notices me. 

“Darlin’” he breaks from the group, rushing towards me. I smile and hold my arms wide. Bull reaches me, swooping his arms under mine, he picks me up into a bear hug. I wrap my arms around his neck tightly. After a moment he lowers me to the ground stepping back to talk to me. 

I open my mouth to talk when I am cut off. “She has been crying her eyes out all night ‘cause of you Bull.” Nixon jokingly scolds the Sergeant as he wraps an arm around my shoulder. I scoff, elbowing him in the ribs. He groans pretending to be injured. 

“Oh stop being a baby.” I roll my eyes laughing. Nixon grins happy with my reaction. 

“Oh, did I scare you Emily.” Bull pouts in a mocking baby voice, stepping forward to pin me under his arm putting me in a headlock. 

“Hey!” I yell, fighting off Bull who is giving me a gentle noogie. Bull lets me free from his hold letting me stand. 

“But seriously are you ok?” I sober, concerned for the man’s wellbeing.  

“A few cuts and bruises but I’ll manage.” Bulls give me a smaller smile. I know something must've happened but don’t push him for an explanation.   

Before we can continue the conversation Lip’s voice echoes across the crowd. “Alright, mount up. Hup. Hup. Let’s move out.”  

“Grab your gear, let's go!” another man standing on the tank next to Lip yells. 

The platoon leaders call out for the groups to get moving, everyone moves following orders. 

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Chapter 4

[vinstinx]

From a video of a concert I really liked and wanted to screenshot, so I just went *draws him*

link video

ANDDD ITS HIS BIRTHDAY TOMORROW LIEK?!???

[minminyoonjii]

I need birthday triplets Felix Han and reader where the other members worship the three. I’ve seen so many stories where the reader has their brithday and gets all the praise and worshipping, but I know many (me included) who share their birthday with a member

I can’t stop thinking about it 🥹

❤️Ultimate Masterlist

💜Rules and Guidelines

🕯Summary: Birthday Babies deserve a thorough pounding, including you. There's no escape once you're in.

🌹CW

Handjob|Squirting|Multiple Orgasms|Very Rough Sex|Praise Kink|Wet & Messy|Spitroasting|Dirty Talk|Threesome|Cum Eating|Cum Play|Facials|Untouched Orgasms|Blowjob|Face Fucking|Double Penetration|Orgy|Spanking|Scratching|Mating Press |Coaxing|Teasing|Dom! OT6|Degrading Praise Kink|Free Use Aes|Manhandling|Exhibitionism|Everyone Likes It Rough|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.3K

"Lixxie, did you get any messages from the boys?" you asked, nibbling on your bottom lip. He shook his head, "None, it's like radio silence," he murmured, hooking his leg over your waist. You moved your head, "Sungie, what about you?" you asked, rubbing his cheeks. Jisung gulped, shaking his head, "Nothing from my side either," he said, sulking against your palm. 

All three of you felt your hearts sink, "You don't think they forgot about us right?" you whispered, sighing deeply. Felix clicked his tongue, "No way, Stays have been boasting about it since September began. There's no way right?" he whispered, trying to find hope in your eyes when a soft hic came from Jisung. "What if they actually did?" he cried, tears spilling down his cheeks. 

You teared up too, empathy running high, "If you cry I'll cry," you sobbed, burrowing into his chest. Felix's lips wobbled, "You can't have a cry session without me," he hiccuped, clinging close, crying against your neck. Your cries were far from quiet. It was deliberately loud for attention. The boys swung open the door, seeing the three of you bundled together with tears streaming down your puffy cheeks. 

Chan brushed back your hair, "What's wrong, bubs? What's got you so upset?" He asked, giving a give big hug. Felix sniffled, "Not one of you wished us happy birthday," he sulked, squinting at them with his tear brimmed eyes. Seungmin frowned, "We didn't mean to make you feel neglected. It's just that we got distracted by work," he explained, rubbing Felix's nape. Jisung furrowed his eyebrows, "What work? We're off for today," he asked, looking at him. 

Minho stepped in, "Since you three decided to have a cuddle day, we prepared a little something," he said, pinching Jisung's cheek. You perked up, "What is it?" You asked, excitement buzzing through your body. Changbin chuckled, "Why don't you come find out?" he asked, easily carrying Felix in his arms. Chan carried Jisung and Minho carried you, "I swear to God, we leave you alone for a bit and it's suddenly a sob fest," Minho teased, bopping your nose. 

You giggled, nuzzling his shoulder. They walked into the kitchen, the dining table filled with your favorite dishes and cake. "Woah!" Felix exclaimed, seeing everything. The group placed you in your seats, "Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to our Sunshines. Happy Birthday to you," they sang, taking a video of your reactions. 

You beamed, nuzzling your partners, "Thank you," you said, blowing the candles with Jilix. Hyunjin smirked, standing behind the three of you, "Now to make your wishes come through," he teased, locking collars around your necks. You gulped, staring at the hungry gazes watching your every move. You held Jisung and Felix's hand, "We're fucked," you murmured. Jisung nodded, "Totally fucked," he answered.

"Too big, hah hhgh," Felix moaned, clawing Minho's chest. Minho chuckled, keeping his relentless pace, "But you love my big girthy cock," he teased, thrusting his cock deeper past Felix's puffy rim. Felix groaned, tossing his head back as Minho’s throbbing cock head brushed against his prostate, "There, hyung. There," he babbled, digging his nails into Minho's shoulders. 

Minho hooked his arms under Felix's thighs, "Shh, shh. I know," he  growled, pounding his cock at those sensitive bundles of nerves. Felix's back arched, his cock dribbling precum all over his torso, "Hah, fuck, fuck. I'm cumming, hyung," he sobbed, crying out from the constant pleasure buzzing through his body. "Cum for hyung, baby boy. Let hyung see your pretty cock get messy," Minho grunted, pumping Felix's cock in tandem with his thrusts. 

His fingers rubbed the sensitive tissue under Felix's hard red cockhead. Felix released a loud broken moan, cumming hard onto his chest. Streaks of white painted his pale skin. His jaw slacked with drool drying by the sides. Minho cooed, keeping the tip of his cock pressed against Felix's swollen prostate, "Take a breather, baby. Let's hear the others scream," he chuckled, hearing Jisung whine out behind him. 

Seungmin gripped Jisung's hair, his cock buried deep down his throat, "Your throat was just meant for cock, prince," he chuckled, thrusting his hips at a languid pace. Jeongin hissed, his cock clenched hard within Jisung's tight ribbed walls, "Keep praising, he loves it," he groaned, spanking Jisung's plump ass. Seungmin smirked, hearing Jisung gag around his cockhead, "You're doing so well, pretty boy. Warm tight mouth feeling so good around me," he cooed, stroking Jisung's cheek. 

Jeongin picked up his pace, thrusting at a merciless pace. Drawing muffled whines and whimpers from Jisung. "Fuck sake. I don't think I can hold it if you're mmh gonna keep, hah doing that," he growled, thrusting his cock in tandem with Jeongin's pace. "Cumming, fuck, fuck," Jeongin cried out, pumping his hot searing load up Jisung's tight hole. Seungmin hissed, ejaculating down Jisungs throat soon after, "Good job, you did so good," he rasped, stroking Jisung's hard. 

Hyunjin chuckled, "Poor baby, came untouched twice. His poor leaky cock looks spent," he teased, tugging on Jisung's  veiny cock. Jeongin whimpered when Jisung clenched hard around his shaft, "Shit, shit, shit. Hyung!" He exclaimed, swatting at Hyunjin. "Sorry, sorry," Hyunjin cooed, kissing Jisungs forehead. Drool dripped down your lips, your mind hazy and clouded by pleasure overwhelming your senses. 

Chan easily manhandled your body up and down his and Changbin's cock. Your cunt was stuffed to brim with Changbin's girthy wide cock. Chan's cock buried deep up your ass, your holes puffy and swollen from their constant deep thrusts. You stared up at Hyunjin with a dazed look, orgasm after orgasm pulled from your pliant body. "Such a creamy hole, your puffy cunt is just leaking with cum isn't it?" he asked, swiping the ring of cum by the base of Changbin's cock and tasted it. 

Chan groaned, "Go give Lixie some attention, he's been hard since Minho allowed him to rest," he grunted, rubbing your swollen clit from the back. Changbin latched on your nipples, his teeth and tongue stimulating your body to the brink. "Hah, huh, hhgh, hah," you slurred, barely coherent with your words. Hyunjin held your jaw, kissing you softly, "Sweet," he whispered, sucking  on your tongue. Your eyes rolled back, quivering around their cocks as your orgasm squirted onto Changbin's lap. 

Changbin growled, pumping a heavy load up your womb, coating every part white, "Shit, angel. You took me off guard," he chuckled, kissing your jaw. Hyunjin pulled away, "Don't make her pass out," he teased, walking towards Felix. "How's my little boy?" He asked, stroking Felix's leaking cock. Felix bucked his hips, craving the friction, "Feel good, Hyunnie," he slurred, moaning quietly at the pleasing pleasure. 

Hyunjin smiled, aligning his cock with Felix's, "Rest, I'll take care of you," he reassured, pumping his wrist around their cocks. His hand easily held them in between. "Hah, hah, hhgh,”  Felix whined,  clawing the couch below as he obediently took the pleasure Hyunjin gave. Hyunjin groaned, rubbing their slits with his other hand, "Mmh, feels good doesn't it, hah, ah, fuck," he grunted, stroking their cocks at a needy pace. 

Felix whimpered, "Cumming, cumming!" he cried, painting his torso white once more, his cum hitting his chin. Hyunjin growled at the sight, ejaculating hard onto Felix's face. Felix moaned at the warm facial, darting his tongue out to taste. Hyunjin  felt his cock twitch, "Fuck, baby. You're so perfect," he said in awe, kissing Felix's nose.

"Aww, look at them," Chan cooed, tucking the three of you in warm cosy blankets. Minho chuckled, "They look too innocent. It's dangerous," he teased, putting a plush in each of your arms. You whined and squinted at them with tired eyes. Seungmin stroked your hair, "Go back to sleep," he whispered, humming a soft lullaby. It didn't take long for the three of you to melt into the mattress with smiles on your face.

[itsabouttimex2]

Today my Birthday, so how would the yanderes react to reader Brithday?

LMK Birthday Reactions

MK, Sun Wukong, Chang’e

(Happy birthday, dear! Have a wonderful day!)

So many handmade gifts- each one is lovingly decorated and delivered, wrapped with red and yellow ribbon. And MK is so eager about it, too. No matter what type of person you are, it’s pretty much impossible not to smile and thank him.

The delivery boy invites himself in the moment you open the front door, but not before throwing himself into your arms for a big tight hug. After ushering you to the couch, MK starts to unload his gifts into your hands.

A hand-drawn letter with glitter and sparkly bits of confetti. A giant sack of food he made (with Pigsy’s input and advice), and grocery store cupcakes frosted with your favorite color. And something along the lines of a plush or poster from a media franchise that you love.

And he’s so, so sweet about it that you don’t even think to ask how he found your address.

Our dear Sun Wukong is, put simply- loaded. There’s no end to the treasures and antiques he has to offload, and it’s not like any buyer is going to try and scam the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. He’s racked more than a bit in terms of funds, and isn’t afraid to dote on a well-behaved captive friend/student/child.

(Or he’ll shamelessly and happily steal. That’s also a very real possibility, let’s be honest.)

Lego Sets? He’ll have them stacked to the ceiling. A new console? He’ll bury it in games to match. Books? He’ll have a crate of classics delivered to the front door. Jewelry? He’ll dig a few precious pieces from his treasury and pay/coerce a jeweler into fixing them up.

Lots of food and treats, and isn’t above throwing you a small party if you’re friends with MK and Mei- hell, the simian will even let you invite Red Son. He’ll (his clones, actually) set up a nice little room with a store-bought cake or two and catered food from Pigsy’s Noodles. He’ll bust out a few games (think Jackbox) and let you have a nice, happy day.

And honestly, that’s all he wants- for you to be happy… in close proximity to him, under his watchful eye, locked up tight in his house.

Really, is that so much to ask for?

Oh, so very many exotic and wonderful treats. All handmade and delectable, created from top-quality ingredients and with hours of love and centuries of experience.

Chang’e makes each one with all of her heart, pasted your adorable name in frosting a hundred times over, across every cupcake and cookie and three-tier cake. She’ll set the “imperfect” pastries aside to have their frosting smudged into swirls, donated to shelters or food banks. Her baby deserves only the very best that she has to offer.

She’s prone to tending towards cutesy gifts, like sparkly stellar accessories and glittery plushes. Perfumes, matching clothes, make-up… the moon goddess is so very generous and sweet with her presents. Also, given how tech-savvy and modern-trending she seems to be, Chang’e definitely lavishes you with quite a few gift cards for online shopping.

Really, such an absolute sweetheart. So sweet that you might even forget that you’re spending another birthday on the moon without any friends, without any family aside from the goddess herself.

And maybe you won’t even notice that that’s just the way she wants it.

[plethora-of-imagines]

Good Boys Get Rewards

AN: Formatting is a bit rough since I'm doing this on my phone. I've sat on this anon for so long you don't even remember it but happy birthday @how-masterful! Enjoy the Marc Spector smut and your Brithday!!! I love and adore you! Thank you for introducing me to so many characters I love! (Its still uncertain if I will finish the other planned fic in time but I'm certainly going to try)

Word count: 2,451

Warnings: smut/lemon, inaccurate DID, mirror smut, voyeurism with alters

Description: The moon boys have been arguing, and Marc has become stuck in the middle. You decide to take things (Marc) into your own hands (bed) and show them what they miss out on when they argue (aka, what happens when Marc Spector is the only one on his best behavior) 👑🦇

“Will the two of you stop fighting,” Marc sounded exhausted. The sort of tiredness that most people only thought the parents of toddlers could manage. Of course when they really got at it Steven and Jake really could fight just like toddlers. Not that you could blame them, they knew how to push each other's buttons too well.

With a sigh he flipped over the mirror that Steven and Jake had been using to see each other as they constantly switched to the front while arguing. Not even bothering to look at you as he apologized.

“Sorry, babe. I keep telling them to finish that later after you go home for the night.”

Standing from the bed- where you had been laying while you waited for them to stop yelling at each other in an argument you had no hopes of following to mediate with cut off words, unheard replies, and a mix of spanish slang you had yet to learn. You dodged dozens of piles of books, swept up sand, and the one shop bag that you had not been able to give to Steven due to the interruption. Closing in on Marc you did nothing to hide your intentions to grab him.

Arms wrapping around his hips, teasing him with your cold hands slipping under his loose shirt. Dragging him back to bed with you. Laughing as he tripped on the book pile that he couldn’t see and started to fall on top of you with a nonchalant swear.

Rolling off of you he situated himself on the bed in a lazy position, hand resting behind his back. A smug smile decorating his face, eyes alight with joy.

“Someone wants some cuddles,” he teased.

You hummed back, allowing the peaceful moment to settle before you striked again.

In a single fluid motion your shirt was discarded from your body, legs straddling his torso. Rushing to unfasten your bra as you started to grind down onto his quickly growing erection. You were very glad that the body had been wearing sweatpants before you got here. It let you really feel the full effect of what you were doing. Working him up more and more with the lack of protests.

His eyes were wide open, still shocked and focused on your breasts. With a sharp snap of your hips you pulled a shaky breath out of Marc and drew him out of his own head again.

“I- oh fuck.” He stalled again with the friction of your crotch against his at just the right angle. “What did I do to deserve this?”

Grabbing his hands you pressed them against your boobs, forcing him to squeeze them, fingers digging into soft skin. 

"Are they watching Marc?"

He nodded too distracted by the soft feeling of your tits to form words. Still squeezing them lightly. You must have truly surprised him, you had never seen Marc left so speechless. Unable to muster up anything other than a quiet awe, mouth slightly agape. He looked like Steven. It was small things like this that reminded you that while they were separate people, they were also all a part of each other.

"Mhm, well this is all for you Marc. Your treat for being the only one behaving."

He smiled up at you with the smuggest of grins. Finally metally settling down.

"Okay, baby," fingers ‘absentmindedly’ rolling over your nipples.

It was always on purpose. Marc didn't do anything accidentally during sex. Except that one time he slipped in the shower with you...

Taking initiative now Marc slid his hands under your thighs to support his efforts to shift your position. Sitting up while keeping you in his lap, encouraging you to keep dry humping him. Hands rising up your body, stopping their trip only once they held your face close to his. 

“Keep it up baby. Making me feel so good, getting my cock so hard for you. Can’t ignore those pretty lips, let me bruise them with kisses? Nibble them like the candy they are?”

The whine you let out at his teasing words was answer enough for Marc. Surging forward like a man possessed he captured your lips and refused to let them go. Both panting and gasping for air with every second you dared to part.

Flipping the two of you back into a lying position in a tangle of limbs that could not seem to get out of the way. Twisted into a puzzle that fit together, knotted together like a poorly stored necklace chain. Your hands tearing at Marc’s shirt trying to get it to- fucking come off. His hands only left your skin for a moment to help you get it off before returning to gently running his nails down your sides. 

Squirming as he relentlessly teased you into putty.

“Please Marc,” whining you grabbed his hair as he moved from your puffy lips to your nipples. 

Lavishing them with kisses, aiming to make them as sensitive as your still tingling lips.

His hands shoved your pants down your legs, not caring that you had to buck against him as you kicked them the rest of the way off. Fingers shoving your panties out of the way to save time. A few quick lazy circles around your clit was all he bothered with before sneaking a single finger into you.

“So wet, baby girl. Bet you feel so empty with only one finger in there. You need more don’t ya. Need my cock in you to feel nice and full.”

Your hands had stopped working, refusing to let his head move from your skin. Marc didn’t mind, he spoke lovingly against your skin as you whimpered and moaned for him. This was his reward and he wanted to spend it overwhelming you with pleasure. How else would he really drive the jealousy home?

“You gotta let go of me, pretty girl. I want to show Jake and Steven how pretty you look taking my cock.”

Slowly you managed to make your hands listen to you, releasing Marc’s hair as he continued to finger you slowly with a single lone finger. His lips traveled down your body with a trail of kisses before rewarding you with a long kiss against your clit. Teasing it with his tongue. Hands flittering down towards his head again. Almost moving to trap him right there, oh god, right there. It felt like heaven.

Instead you resisted and tangled your fingers in the sheets. Wrinkling them with the force you twisted them with. Damn, these had been fresh sheets too. The thought didn’t have a chance to stay for long when Marc curled his finger just right. And then he continued to tease by not going any further. Just letting his finger fill you up, not moving, not even twitching. Suspended in that very moment forever.

Crying out Marc’s name as he left you. Skin no longer touching, no longer breathing the same air. Why was he leaving? Even his finger left you with a trail of slick connecting you for ages until it snapped.

“Need you, Marc. Need you so bad.”

Lifted like a limp doll you pliantly let him settle you in his lap facing the mirror across the room. An abandoned sheet half hanging on it but not fully covering it. You looked a right mess and for a moment you were self conscious. Your nipples shone, clearly well sucked. Thighs covered in your own arousal, hair sticking up wildly. Turning to hide yourself on Marc’s shoulder.

He forcefully turned your chin back to face the mirror.

“Don’t be shy baby,” he cooed at you. “We want to show Steven and Jake what they are missing out on by not being your good boy.”

Now a burning blush could be added to the list of your dishevelment. 

Marc shoved his slick covered finger into your mouth, your face contorted at the taste. He giggled at you, wrapping his arm around you to keep you close while he whispered to you. The sound of his lighthearted giggle made you forgive him in an instant for laughing at you.

“It’s okay baby, I love how you taste,” he shared before sucking his own finger clean.

You could feel his hard cock pressing against your panties in just the right spot, but it wasn’t enough. You needed him in you, now.

“Please, please, please, fill me up Marc,” you whimpered out in desperation.

He lifted the two of you up with just the strength of his legs, shimming off his sweatpants and boxers to reveal his hard cock against your skin. In the same motion but filled with more lingering touches your panties followed.

 It took a bit of you shifting on your tiptoes before he was positioned correctly. Slowly lowering himself back onto the edge of the bed as you slowly let his cock fill you. The slow stretch as the tip opened you up, a pop as the head fully entered you. Legs trembling the whole time as you whined and moaned about how good it felt.

Growing impatient Marc’s hands settled on your hips and pulled you the rest of the way down. A screaming moan filled the air at how deep he was. He was just so deep inside of you, finally you felt so full. Just like you had needed. Head thrown back against him. Gasps and attempts at words leaving your wide open lips.

“Good girl, my perfect reward for being a good boy. Your pussy was made for my cock to fill you up. Gonna make you feel so good,” Marc’s rambles reassured you that he was just as pussy drunk as you were Marc ddrunk.You knew he was especially lost in pleasure when he admitted he was a 'good boy'.

All three of them were so good at fucking you dumb just how you needed.

His hands couldn’t seem to decide where to settle. Floating between your hips to help him control the lazy thrusts that he didn’t bother to make consistent; and gripping your neck with just enough pressure to feel how fast your heart was beating.

“So pretty, and right now you are all mine,” he moaned after a particularly deep thrust.

Haphazardly you managed to throw your legs over his, opening you up so that you could all watch how your dripping cunt took his cock. Dragging it in greedily at every opportunity. 

“If the rest of you had been good boys like Marc you would have gotten to join in,” you managed to stutter out in between your loud moans and Marc’s pleased groans.

“Steven sounds so drunk just from watching you, practically begging to be allowed to lick your thighs clean when we are done,” Marc admitted as he adjusted his grip on your thighs to start lifting you up and down at a punishing pace.

Both of you lost yourselves for a time in the sight and sound of Marc’s thick cock disappearing into you. His chin resting against your shoulder so that he could look down and really watch, unlike the boys forced to watch in your reflection.

Marc started to narrate to you what the sight of you all pretty and fucked was doing to them. It only managed to make you clench down harder around him.

“Steven has started to pace but he can’t keep himself from watching, looks like he is gonna break his neck everytime he turns to go the other direction. His head snapping back to not lose a moment of this sight. I think I can understand, I don’t want to look away either. Not when my pretty girl is taking me so well.”

Starting to tremble as Marc’s actions and words drove you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you, ready to fill you up with more than just his size. The kiss he pressed to your temple broke you further. Before you could cum he decided to tell you what Jake was doing.

“Jake isn’t learning his lesson very well, he’s stroking his cock while he watches. Timing it to follow along with my pace. Should we let him cum? Or should we stop letting him watch the show, pretty girl? At the very least he owes you something special for treating this like a porno for him to enjoy.”

“Don’t, don’t force him to the back of the headspace, Marc. I don’t want you all fighting and treating each other that way. Want you all to get along and be happy,” you slurred out.

Cum coated the walls of your pussy, making you almost cum as you felt Marc fill you up. Dropping your thighs, he knocked the breath out of you as you felt him reach deeper. You were so close, so very close. Please, you need more, anything. Just let you cum. His fingers softly played with your clit, rubbing small circles as whispered praises were no more than pleasant tones to you.

Back arched as you fell into pleasure you let Marc guide you through a long drawn out orgasm. When you mentally came back down you could feel his soft cock still inside of you, cum leaking out around him. You let him maneuver you onto your back, laying against the sheets that should probably be cleaned again before the two of you dared to sleep.

“I’m going to rub this in just a little bit to Steven, okay baby girl?”

“Mhm,” you let Marc do whatever he wanted right now. You were too tired, too fucked out to care.

So tired that even though it was overstimulating you scarcely twitched as Marc started to lick clean your pussy and thighs. Giving one last kiss to your left thigh before he climbed up to cuddle into your side.

“Steven says he’s sorry, he didn’t mean to let the argument drag on like that earlier,” Marc let out a tired laugh before continuing. “Jake is saying he’s just sorry he couldn’t participate and fuck you too.”

“Mhm, Jake will get his turn. After Steven since I don’t hear an apology for saying what I’m pretty sure were some very hurtful things.”

“You’re falling asleep while you talk baby. Quick nap and then clean up time?”

Blindly grabbing the closet blanket you wrapped yourself and Marc together in the fuzzy comfort.

“Mhm, I’d say we should set an alarm but I don’t wanna let you go for that.”

“I’m sure it will be fine, one of us will wake up.”

If you both slept for several hours entwined together, there was no evidence of that except almost ruined sheets.

[goodbaby18]

It’s my birthday 🥳💙

[inlustwithsammy]

I'm celebrating Sam's birthday today. I wanted to add the candle so that he can have a birthday candle but now this just looks like a shrine. I love you tho Sam. Even if I look like I built a shrine for u and offering you birthday pancakes.

[raquellplanningwell]

It’s HERE, just in time for Muriel’s birthday 🥰 I love it so much wow

[blouisparadise]

Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics posted or completed during the month of August. We really hope you enjoy this list and that you give these fics a lot of love. Happy reading!

1) Baby Blue | Not Rated | 929 words

Louis rides Harry in a baby blue skirt.

2) Office Rendezvous | Not Rated | 1250 words

Louis surprises Harry at work because he knows his partner is stressed, Harry shows him just how grateful he is.

3) Little Things | Not Rated | 1576 words

Louis is very insecure about his body and looks, so Harry shows him just how perfect he really is.

4) Right Tease | Explicit | 1727 words

"Louis buckled himself up, about to make a snooty comment when he was cut off by Zayn's lips against his own. His surprise only lasted so long, baby blues shutting closed and lips parting to let Zayn's tongue in because this was his Alpha how could he not? He pulled away with a hum after a few long seconds, licking his lips and savouring the taste of his mate.

"What was that for huh?" The lil Omega questioned, fingers grazing Zayn's recently shaven jaw before moving to curl a long strand of dark brown hair."

5) Little Black Dress | Not Rated | 1973 words

Based on the song ‘Little Black Dress’ by One Direction

6) Only You Have The Answer To My Problems | Teen & Up | 2356 words

Liam and louis are dating,they can't find louis prostate so they go to Doctor Harry styles for help. Stuff happens.

7) Nebula | Explicit | 2575 words

Louis is alone at home. When he sees a shooting star, he makes a wish for his life to change. What he doesn't expect is the visit of some kind of alien incubus to service him.

8) Stand Still While I Paint a Picture in My Mind (Capture This Moment and Hold It Close) | Mature | 2954 words

Harry gets horny at work and calls his wife, Louis, for some relief.

9) Sun And Summer Wind | Explicit | 3954 words

Note: The main pairing is Louis/Oscar Isaac.

Louis and Oscar, Guatemala, archaeology, and (something like) dancing.

10) It Wouldn't Be Make-Believe | Explicit | 4251 words

It's been a few months since Harry left to focus on his career. Louis misses him every day, but especially tonight. Something is burning inside him, and what happens should come as a surprise, but it just fits them like a glove.

11) Shouldn't Have Said It | Explicit | 4941 words

Louis and Harry fight about something stupid because that’s what they do. And then they make up because that’s also what they do.

12) Can I Bite Your Tongue Like My Bad Habit? | Explicit | 5570 words

The hooters boy Louis fic where its Harrys 21st brithday and he gets cake in more ways than one.

13) In Doses At Night | Explicit | 6019 words

Harry eyes are trained on the slight crevice of Louis’ chest bathed in a purple hue, the darker colour of his nipples peeking out from behind the bralette.

A firm index finger and thumb grasp at his chin, pulling him from the daze, to make eye contact with Louis. Glittery eyeshadow amplifies the dazzling sparkle of the boy’s thin irises and blown pupils that are more prominent with intricately smudged liner. He’s the fuel for every wet dream Harry will have, as well as something to tie him over until their next time.

“Eyes on me,” he commands.

Swallowing, Harry nods as much as he can with his head gripped. The fingers drop from his face to hold both sides of Harry’s neck, Louis then, ironically, stuffs his shining chest in Harry’s face as he moves his legs to straddle the man’s lap.

In the brief moment of contact, Harry’s nose pressing into Louis’ left peck and dragging up towards the column of his throat, he breathes in deeply. Vanilla and cinnamon tingle his nostrils and coat the back of his saliva-filled mouth on the way down to his lungs where it sits above the arousal in his gut.

14) I'll Love You Endlessly | Not Rated | 6136 words

‘How was that darling?’ Harry asks.

‘Wonderful... It was wonderful...” Louis whispers, not seeming to be able to raise his voice more. He leans back in bed, grinning up at Harry.

15) Hold Me Tight | Not Rated | 8530 words

He collects plenty of money, and struts off the stage eventually, walking among his clients, half hoping for someone not too ugly to take him for the night so he can buy that new fur coat he saw the other day.

As he walks among the tables in the shadows, he spots an attractive man in his mid twenties. Short painted nails, a light blue suit that shows enough of his form to see he is strong. He is the guy. Louis circles around a couple more tables, and makes his way over to the man.

16) L'Amour De Ma Vie | General Aufiances | 8829 words

One where they meet at an impromptu ball in Paris during pre valentine’s week and things that happen after that are unplanned but meant to be.

17) Good Panic | Explicit | 14517 words

Louis is an Omega student studying botany at uni. He suffers from a disease trigger by the SFG (Soulmate Finder Gene). This is a disease that makes his scent strong, and alluring to all Alphas, but makes everyone, Alphas and Omegas alike, smell absolutely rancid. Everyone except for his Soulmate.

For three years he has used scent soothers, and neutralizers to keep himself safe. Even though the majority of the population deems him ungrateful of such a “blessing”. Who wouldn’t want to find their Soulmate. Right? No matter what the cost.

18) My Baby Honey | Explicit | 22508 words

The au in which Louis’ got a bad past, trust issues and is cold towards Harry who’s a bit weird but overall a genius.

19) The Kissing Booth | Not Rated | 28557 words

High school student Louis Tomlinson finds himself face-to-face with his long-term crush when he signs up to run a kissing booth at the spring carnival.

What happens when the crush just so happens to be his best friends older brother, Harry Styles.

20) Lust For Life | Explicit | 32708 words

The 1970s au where the pressure of being an aging starlet begins to weigh heavy on Harry's heart before he meets Louis.

21) Wishful Thinking | Explicit | 52627 words

"Well I have no escort with me, Mr.Tomlinson I'm asking you to be my fake date to my parent's ranch." Louis starts laughing at that, he clutches his hips because it's so goddamn funny but then when he realises Harry's not joking he looks up,

"You're not serious are you?"

22) How Many Times Will It Take (To Get This Right) | Explicit | 150303 words

Louis and Harry used to be good friends (and casual fuck buddies), until Harry's music career took off and he left for a world tour. Louis disappeared from his life after that and for the next four years Harry mourns the loss of his friend (and his lover) until fate brings them back together, and Harry's life turns upside down...again.

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Sweet Sugar

2 | Oh this town it's so electric

pairing: tom holland x reader 

warnings: swear words, underage drinking (not much tho, nothing descritive and nothing like “Skins” lmao), suggestive scenes in some chapters, not smut!! but minors be aware. Fluff/angst/drama/ Y/n and Tom being stupid teenagers with feelings.

words: 2.5 k

a/n: english it’s not my first language, sorry for any mistake!

Summary: Y/n has always been Harrison’s and Tom’s best friend. Since childhood they’ve always been close, but what happens if after a break up with her first boyfriend, she starts to feel something more about Tom?

PART 2! If you want to read Part 1 click here

Don’t forget to check out the playlist by @petesrparker​ created for the series! here

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It was almost 7pm on Saturday and I was almost ready to go meet Tom before we went to the party. I had put on a stylish shirt along with a skirt (a little shorter than i usually wore) and a sandal with a medium heel. After finishing doing my outline, I take the bag with the gift and went down the stairs.

The day before I had found something in the mall, a chain with an amber stone as a pendant. The attendant of the store had told me it meant protection and calm, which I thought was perfect to give to Tom as a way to show that I was there to comfort him whenever he needed it.

As soon as I went downstairs my mother was already waiting for me to fill me with accessories (she always complained that I didn't "dress up" properly).

- You look beautiful! - She said putting a bracelet on my wrist and two rings on my fingers.

- Aw, thanks mom!- I said giving a kiss on her cheek. - I have to go, because I'm almost late, I don't know what time I'll be back, probably before midnight.

-Okay, If you need anything calls us and we'll go get you. - She said and I nodded waving to my father who was in the living room. - Give my birthday wishes to Thomas and a hi to Haz for me and take this pie to Nikki. - She handed me a bag with a pot as we walked down the stairs from the front door.

- Okay, bye mom! - I said and waved down the street.

After walking for less than 10 minutes I was in front of Tom's house, took a deep breath, went up the stairs to the entrance and knocked on the door. I heard some screams to open the door from the inside and a "messy hair" Harry wearing striped pajamas answered me.

- It's Y/n! - He yelled to the side. - Come in. - He said as he gave me space and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

- Are you ready to sleep? - I said pointing to his pajamas. - Actually it's time to children to be in bed, you're right. - and Harry stuck out his tongue.

- So funny. Since we're not old enough to go to the party with you guys, me, Sam and Paddy are going to play video games and watch movies, you know, boys night. - He said as if celebrating, putting a fist up.

- Got it. In fact, what I really wanted was to be with you guys watching movies, much better than a party. - I said as we arrived in the kitchen, where Nikki and Sam were preparing cookies.

- I doubt it, I can't wait to go out and have fun at night. Harry said and I shrugged.

- What can I do? I'm a old lady... - I laughed and greeted Nikki and Sam with a hug.

- I wish my children like to stay in home like you. -Nikki spoke as she took the cookie shape out of the oven.

- Well Nikki, I've already tried to get them on the right path, but they're too rebellious.- I said and Harry and Sam giggled. - My mother sent you apple pie. - I put the bag on the counter.

- Yay, your moms apple pie is delicious!- Sam said opening the bag and taking a fork to taste.

- Teenagers....I don't know what I do with these pests anymore.- Nikki said putting her hand on her hip and watching Harry and Sam fight to eat the pie.

- Did I hear pie?- Paddy came into the kitchen greeting me with our handshake, which I taught him since he was practically a baby, Paddy and I had our little bond, I was his defender when the older brothers made fun of him.

He stole Sam's fork and ran off as he and Harry ran after him screaming.

-Oh God…I don't deserve this.- Nikki laughed. - Honey, Tom is there in his room getting ready, if you want to go upstairs.

- Okay, I'll hurry him.- I said and she agreed, laughing. - By the way, you look amazing! I loved your outfit.

- Thank you Nikki! - I thanked going towards the stairs.

Once I got to the top I walked until I reached the end of the hallway where Tom's room was, knocking on the door.

- Tommy? Can I come in? - I asked and heard a "come in!" from the inside.

I opened the door and saw Tom in front of the mirror finishing his hair. He wore a basic white T-shirt and black jeans, along with a black all star with white laces. He looks beautiful, which made me miss a few heartbeats for a moment.

- Did you like it? - He asked turning to me and opening his arms looking at himself and then at me again.

- Perfect! I loved the all star- I said and he smiled.

- You not looking bad yourself either... New skirt? - He said looking me up and down making me feel my cheeks burning.

- It's old, but I've never used it, I left it for special dates.

- I felt honored now- he said and I laughed.

-Hey happy brithday! - I approached and hugged him feeling his delicious and intoxicating perfume. - Best wishes, I hope all your dreams come true. - I said still hugging him tight and closing my eyes feeling him kiss my cheek when we let go.

- Thank you mate, you and Haz are one of the best thinga in my life. - He said and I smiled seeing him smile back, and what a smile... Damn y/n! Stop thinking things that shouldn't be thought!!

-I have a present for you!-I said, delivering my bag in his hands.

- Yay!! - He got excited sitting on the bed to open it like a child on Christmas Day. -Wow!- he said taking the chain out of the box. - It's beautiful... Thank you so much darling, I love it! - and obviously I blushed even more with the pet name. Tom called all the women closest to him darling or love, which was normal, but whenever he said to me, for some reason, I felt a warm feeling in my heart...

- You're welcome Tommy, it's an amber stone to bring you protection and patience.

- Perfect, everything I need - he looked at me - I'll use it right now! It even matched my outifit- he said putting the chain around his neck and winking at me right after.

- I liked it, it looks amazing. - I said looking at him and he hugged me from the side.

- Hey, we have to go if we don't want to be late.- he said getting up and giving me his hand to get up too.

- Right. - I said, following him out of the room and down the stairs behind him.

- Mom? We're already going! - he yelled, taking the keys from the counter and Nicki appeared approaching.

- You two are rocking huh? Both look beautiful! My baby is already so grown... - she said squeezing one of Tom's cheeks making me laugh and he rolled his eyes.

- Mom...

- Okay, go ahead, and don't drink! Especially you young man - she said pointing at Tom with her intimidating finger. - And don't come back too late.

- Okay mom. I'm responsible.

- Yeah... I'm just more relieved, because the Y/n goes too, she's the only sane one of this "impossible trio." - and I made a face of "proud of myself", puffing out my chest.

-Ha-ha, yeah sure...- Tom replied and I hit his arm causing him to rub it pretending he was in pain.

- I'm the oldest and most responsible, Nikki is absolutely right. - I said and Nikki laughed.

- You said like you're very old, but it's only some months... - He start saying and I raised my hand ready to hit him again, making him shrink with fear. - Okay, okay... Now let's go, because we're already too late. - Tom said opening the door letting me through and we waved to Nikki.

We took an uber and arrived in 20 minutes in front of the party. It was a really nice house, Tom’s friend welcome us on the front door and lead us to the backward, into what appeared to be a small wood structure with a big window at the front, but when Tom and I walked in after passing the door, the place was a lot bigger than it looked. It had a lot tables around like a big saloon even with a dance floor and seemed to be very cozy. When we walked in you could hear an indie song playing in the background, which I really liked as it's one of my favorite styles. Passing through the door we already saw some familiar people seated, including Haz.

- Finally! The birthday boy arrived!- Tuwaine, one of the boys' friends, who eventually became mine too, stood up greeting Tom with a hug.

- Thanks mate.- Tom said returning the hug and greeting the rest of the people who were at the table and I went after him greeting them too.

- Good to see you here Y/n! I know you're not a big fan of parties.- Tuwaine said as I sat between him and Haz.

- Well, it’s what we do for friends, right? - I laugh looking at Tom who was talking to some friends from the school.

An hour passed and everyone was drinking and talking happily. Tom sat at the end of the long table a little away from where I was with Haz and Tuwaine, so the 3 of us were talking nonsense and joking together.

Until a group of 4 girls arrived together, one of them I could recognize as being Gracie, a girl from the school, I didn't know her very well, we were classmates, we did math together, but we never talked. And another face I knew well: Meghan. A girl who do theater with the boys and who was everyone's crush. Tom and Haz were always talking about her, but I had never talked to her for a long time, just the times I would meet the boys at the theater, we would say hello and goodbye and that was it. The only thing I knew was that Tom was in love with her since he was a child.

Obviously that made me a little jealous, which was ridiculous, because I didn't even know her very well and even though I felt something different for Tom for the past few months, it wasn't right for me to be jealous, he was my friend, that's all.

The girls approached the table and Tom got up to greet them.

-I'm glad you came!-I heard him say as he kissed Meghan's cheek and hugged the others. I could see Gracie looking in Haz's direction and look away quickly, which made me raise a curious eyebrow.

They sat down and I saw Meghan walking to the bar with Tom as they chatted excitedly. I looked away picking up my glass with a drink I didn't even know what it was anymore, taking a sip. I heard someone approaching and when I looked up I saw Gracie.

- Hi Haz! Good to see you. - She said and I saw Haz turn a little red.

- Good to see you too Gracie!- he said greeting her across the table.

- Do you guys know each other?- I asked looking from one to the other.

- Yes we did English together. - Haz said.

- You are Y/n aren't you? Do we do math together? - Gracie asked.

- Yes we do! Do you know Meghan too?

- Yes, she is a childhood friend of mine, as she said she was coming on Tom's birthday and didn't want to come alone me, Beverly and Paige came to accompany her.

- Got it, do you want to sit with us? - I said pointing to the chair in front of us.

- I wish, but the girls are already asking me to sit with them, we haven't seen each other for a while, you know, don't you want to go sit with us instead? - She said pointing to the other table where the other 3 girls were looking at her, calling her.

- It's a good idea. - Haz said and looked at me and Tuwaine who agreed, getting up.

So Gracie went in the front with Tuwaine behind her and me and Haz got a little further back, where I poked him.

- Why didn't you tell me you had a crush? - I asked like a whisper so that only he could hear me.

- It's not a crush... She's just a nice girl from my class, that's all. - he replied.

- Haz I know you.- I said and he rolled his eyes giggling.

We arrived at the table and stayed there talking and getting to know each other. The girls were really nice and cool, which I ended up getting along really well with them, especially Gracie, which was funny because we did a class together and we never even said hello to each other. In the meantime, Tom and Meghan had already returned from the bar with their drinks, where Meghan ended up finding a way to sit next to Tom at the other table, which I thought was a little weird, but I ignored it.

After a few minutes Tom approached our table.

- Hey guys, we’re going to the dance floor, do you guys want to?- he asked leaning between my chair and Haz.

Everyone ended up agreeing, getting up and following him to the dance floor, where Meghan and a few others at the other table were already dancing. The song Juicebox by The strokes starts playing, and everyone sang loudly. I was a little behind as I hated dancing, but I also joined in the singing, because Strokes was one of my favorite bands.

Soon after, the song Glockenspiel song by D.I.D started to play. We got even more excited and started jumping singing. I saw Haz approach Gracie, which made me smile, they looked cute together. So, I looked around and realized that I was in a corner alone, Tuwaine had already left for the middle of the floor super excited and the other girls were on the other side, talking to Marcos and Julian. I kept looking until I found Tom and Meghan, they were dancing very close and talking talking into each other's ears, laughing.

(Oh this town, it's so electric Since I got the feeling I can't shut down)

I lowered my eyes finding the ground very interesting for a moment, but I couldn't stand it and looked up again.

(Oh this town, it's so electric Since I got the feeling I can't shut down)

Which I regretted, because now they were kissing passionately.

(We are a mess, we are failures and we love it)

I felt my stomach starts to hurt, and my eyes fill with tears. Why did I feel this way? It was ridiculous and immature. Tom had already hooked up with other girls in front of me, why was it different now? Not understanding my feelings, the only thing I did was run away, I went outiside and went to the front of the house, leaving.

Maybe it was the drink? But I sat on a low wall and lowered my head to my knees and started to cry.

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[euphoniumpets]

Happy birthday baby boy | Arvin Russell x reader

Summary: In which, y/n have a little surprise for Arvin on his birthday. 

Authors Note: Okay, so, I thought that I could include smut in this fic but then I thought, no, but I know my followers like Smut so i was like, I changed my mind because I know some of you is thirsty for Arvin. This is a slight spoilers if you haven’t watched The Devil All the time. This is a celebration to 400 followers, thank you! 

Warnings: Smut (obvs), female recieving, oral, make out sessions, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kds) arvin being soft and this smut scene maybe will be horrible because i’m still experince to write some good as smut fic. also 18+ in this fic

Laughter echoed inside the Russell’s kitchen as Arvin’s eyes gazed over your figure in the doorway as you prepared for the cake to his birthday. He watched you with love as you interacted with his sister and his grandmother. He thanked to the gods that you were able to spend your night with Arvin on his birthday instead of being home with your abusive father. 

He also thank them when he met you because you were the light in his life. Or, he would rather thank Lenora for meeting you in his darkest times. He had fallen in love quickly with you ever since Lenora introduced you as her best friend. 

And he was happy that his sister had someone where she could talk to instead of her own brother. His oncle studied his grandson as he watched with love eyes towards y/n. He almost smiled to himself when he saw how happy he was with her. 

‘‘Stop worrying so much, ma, he’s gonna love it, besides, nobody beats your cooking,’‘ You complimented her as she tried to fix the cake. She smiled gratefully towards your compliment as Lenora agreed. ‘‘She’s right, Arvin love it, no matter what,’‘

‘‘Oh, girls stop, you’re making me blush,’‘ She hushed you as you and Lenora gave each other a look as the two of you giggled. ‘‘Alright, you guys are ready?’‘ She questioned as she lit up the candle. 

Both of you nodded as you got up from your chair as you lifted up the cake as the lights were gone. The only light that was coming from was the small lit candle on the table in the dining room. 

‘‘Happy birthday to you...’‘ The three of you began softly with smiles on your faces as you walked to the dining room with the cake in your hands. Arvin face lit up when he saw you walking towards him as all of you sang. 

When you were finished singing, Lenora approached Arvin as she gave him a side hug as the two siblings laughed. You walked towards him with love as you leaned on his side as you planted a kiss on his cheek. ‘’Happy birthday, love,’’ You whispered into his ear as he smiled and pecked you on the lips. 

You sat next to him as they urged him to make a wish before he blew the candle out. ‘’Come on Arvin,’’ Lenora complained as he chuckled. ‘’Alright, wait a second,’’ He looked at the candle before he closed his eyes and made a wish before he blew the candle out.

All of you cheered happily before his grandmother prepared for the cake. It all went silent before his oncle spoke up. ‘’Well, this was your daddy’s,’’ He spoke as he handed out a wooden box out to Arvin. 

Arvin took the box as he opened the lid which, revealed a gun and next to the gun was two rings. ‘’He brought it back from the war, thought it was time to pass it on,’’ He explained as you watched Arvin with soft eyes. You placed your hand onto his as you rubbed it gently with your thumb.

You knew it was sensitive to talk about his parents with Arvin however, your gaze landed on the two golden rings. ‘’What about the rings?’’ You questioned his oncle as Arvin put the gun down next to the wooden box. 

‘‘It was your parents, figured out that maybe you wanted to marry y/n someday,’‘ He told Arvin as he looked up from the rings. You blushed as you tucked your hair as Arvin smiled towards the thought. ‘‘Thank you, it was a nice gift,’‘

-

After celebrating Arvin and when you guys had eaten the delicious cake, you went up towards Arin’s room to sleep for the night. ‘’What about the gift you told me earlier?’’ Arvin asked as soon he closed the door behind when you entered in his room.

He placed the wooden box on his nightstand was you smirked and approached him. ‘’Thought it could wait when we were in you bedroom, alone,’’ You responded as he raised an eyebrow before he knew what you meant. He chuckled as he approached you and kissed on your lips. It started innocent at first before it turned into a needy, passionate one. 

Suddenly, the next thing you knew that all of your clothes where on the floor as Arvin was hovering on top. He placed sloppy kisses on your lips before he went to your neck, hitting the spoft spot which made you moan his name out loud. 

he smirked of what it did make you before he trailed of to your breast. he sucked on your nipple as you closed your eyes in pleasure. ‘’Arvin,’’ You moaned before he played with your breast before he went down on you. 

He spread your legs open wide before he planted small kisses on your thigh. You knew that Arvin liked to tease you sometimes and this was driving your crazy. ‘’Arviiin, please, no teasing,’’ You pouted as you fluttered your eyes open. 

Before you knew it, he placed his lips onto your throbbing wet clit as he began to lick it. Your head fell into the pillow as you grabbed a fistful hand onto Arvin’s hair as you let out a loud moan. 

You whined when he stopped as he looked at you. ‘’We better be quiet, don’t want to wake up the others, do we baby?’’ He whispered as he leaned onto your face closer. You nodded. ‘’Yes, sir,’’ You responded as he smiled before he kissed you again. 

‘‘Good girl,’‘ Arvin said before he started to go down on you again. Arvin continued to lick your clit before you started to feel the heavy knot in your stomach and you started to tremble. He entered his finger which made you gasp and moan out his name before you released your orgasm. 

‘‘Such a good girl,’‘ He whispered into your ear as you fluttered your eyes open as you smiled hazily before you flipped him over. You smirked as you began to kiss him on the lips, then on his neck, and you trailed then down on his hard cock.

You looked over his big cock that was leaking with precum. You grabbed the handle before you started to kitten lick on the tip. Arvin let out a grunt as he closed his eyes in pleasure before he took a fistful hand on your hair. ‘’Fuck, y/n,’’ He muttered. 

‘‘Come on, love, no teasing,’‘ He groaned as you smirked. ‘‘Well, since it’s your brithday today,’‘ You responded before you opened your mouth and started to suck him. You used both of your hands to glide up and down along with your mouth. 

‘‘y/n...’‘ Arvin moaned quietly as he began to bob your head up and down. You closed your eyes in pleasure as you continued to suck on his dick. Arvin stopped your movements which made you looked at him with confused eyes because you were to preoccupied with your own pleasure. 

‘‘Fuck, I need you, now,’‘ He growled as he flipped you over. He stroke for a few minutes before you felt his tip enter you. Both of you moaned into pleasure when you felt him inside you. You placed your hands above his shoulders as he leaned into you as he started to thrust into you.

You hoped that his grandmother, oncle, and Lenora didn’t hear that the two of you had sex with each other. But the thoughts snapped away when Arvin pounded harder into you. You gasped when you felt a force as you closed your eyes as your mouth hung open. 

You felt Arvin place his thumb on your lip before he placed his hand on your clit and rubbed it as he pounded into you. ‘’Arvin, fuck, fuck,’’ You cursed as he kept pounding into you. 

You could feel the familiar tension inside your stomach. ‘’Arvin, I’m going to cum,’’ You stammered. ‘’Hold on,’’ He growled into your ear. ‘’Arvin, I can’t, I need to cum,’’ You moaned as he looked up into your eyes. 

‘‘Cum for me,’‘ With that, you started to shake into his arms as you could feel his cum spreading into your cunt. After a few moments, he took out his cock as he wrapped his arms around you. 

You sighed with a smile on your face as you cuddled into his arms. The two of you didn’t said anything at first before he moved to the right and took the wooden box. He grabbed the golden rings as he placed back the box as he stared at them. 

‘‘How do you feel about becoming Mrs. Russell one day?’‘ He questioned as you stared at the rings. It was just simple. A golden ring with a small diamond on top. 

You took the golden ring from him as he had the other. ‘’Well, I would feel the luckiest woman in the world,’’ 

someone, please give me holy water and hope yall liked this one. 

[suchalonelysunflower]

The Best One Yet

(Ashton Irwin X Reader || Fluff)

Summary: Reader surprises Ashton on his brithday 🥰✨

Warnings: Light sweating, mentions of smut (nothing going on here) maybe a few mistakes (not my first langueage 🥺)

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: it’s not my best work but it’s just a little writing for my favorite person’s birthday 🥰 I have so much to say about him and what he means to me, and yet I still can’t find the words. Feedback is always welcome, so are reblogs and comments. I love to hear from you guys, you always make my day 💙 You can finas my other works HERE

Ps: this is my favorite gif of him I mean 🥺 look at his smile 🥺❤️

He was dreaming when the buzz of his phone woke him up. He doesn’t remember what he was dreaming about, but he knows it must’ve been a good dream because you were in it. With a groan, the black-haired man turned around to find the other side of the hotel bed empty, sighing as he remembered that you were thousands of miles away from him.

With one eye opened, he stretched his arm to grab the little buzzing machine that shook the nightstand with every vibration, bringing it to his ear as he muttered a small “hello?”

“Happy Birthday to you,

Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday dear Ashton,

Happy birthday to you”

The sound of your voice immediately brought a smile to his tired face, making his stomach filled with butterflies

“Happy birthday, baby” You said lovingly through the phone “Hope I didn’t wake you up. I’m not really sure what time zone you are in right now”

“I needed to wake up anyway. Thanks, love. I really needed to hear your voice”

You hummed “Even my off-key awkward rendition of happy birthday?”

“Baby, even if you read the dictionary I wouldn’t get tired of listening to you” he laughed “I miss you so much”

“I miss you too, Ash. More than you can imagine” a comforting silence fell upon you both, you missed each other terribly. But you won’t let that ruin his day “So, tell me. What do you have plan for today?”

Ashton went on about the interviews they have planned, how he was actually excited to go sightseeing around the city since they’ve never been there before. He complained about how they wouldn’t have enough time for a proper sound check but the venue was great and it sold out in a matter of days. You loved to listen to him talk about his tour life. He was made for it, no doubt. Bringing the same amount of passion and energy every single night without missing a beat. He loved it and you love him.

“I think the boys are planning to go out after the concert to celebrate. But I don’t know…”

“What?”

“It’s just not the same without you here”

It was the first birthday in years that he celebrated without you. Hell, it was even the first tour in a long time that you weren’t beside him all the way. He understood that you were needed in LA, having just inaugurated your first business, and he was oh so very proud of you. But he hated the fact that that kept you away from him.

Ashton would never admit it to his fellow band mates, but he was utterly jealous of the fact that they all had their significant other tagging along with them and you weren’t there. He needed you more than the air itself, and he hated pretending that everything was fine because it clearly wasn’t.

He tries though. He sends you pictures of things that reminded him of you, goofy selfies he took backstage of him and the boys and you talked every single day, weather it was a phone call or facetime or just a simple text. Showing you how much he loves you in every possible way. But that didn’t change the fact that his heart aches every time he has to say goodbye to you, or when he reaches for you in the mornings only to find the other side of the bed empty. It wasn’t easy, but he couldn’t wait to be by your side once again.

“I know, bub” you said sadly “But don’t let that get in the way of your special day! We will be together sooner than you think, I promise”

“Sooner can’t come soon enough. I need you” he whined

“Me too, Ash. I’m so bumped I can’t give you a proper birthday morning celebration”

He caught up your teasing tone immediately “Yeah? How would – What would you do?”

“Well… I would start by kiss-“you were interrupted by some loud background noises, cutting you off completely “Agh, sorry Ash. I need to go. Something just came up. But we’ll talk later, okay?”

“Okay” said Ashton, not trying to hide the disappointment from his voice.

“I know it’s not easy, bub. But try to enjoy your day, yeah? I’ll have a surprise waiting for you at the end of the day”

“I’ll do my best, doll” he smiled through the phone “I love you”

“I love you more”

After you hanged up, you turned around to see Luke smirking at you. You rolled your eyes.

“Was it really necessary to push my luggage to the floor?”

“Sorry” he said laughing “But I was not willing to listen to you guys have phone sex so early in the morning” you rolled your eyes again at your best friend, but you couldn’t contain the smile that came with it “Did he suspect anything?”

“He has no clue. Thank you so much for doing this”

You were sitting at the edge of the bed of your hotel room. The guys planned this whole thing to surprise Ashton on his birthday, knowing how bad he missed you.

“No need to thank us, love” Luke said, helping you with the last of your bags “We were just so tired of his gloomy face and we also did miss you”

You got up and went to hug the tall boy, thanking the starts above for giving you such amazing friends.

“You know the plan, right?”

“Yes, I’ll wait here until the driver comes to pick me up and drive me to the venue. I got it” you answered, unable to hide your enthusiasm.

“He’s gonna be so happy when he sees you” Luke said while placing a kiss on your forehead “I already bet Michael that he’s gonna cry”

“You’re kidding! Count me in!” you laughed. Wondering how you would manage to keep your happiness in until the time comes.

 Ashton’s day wasn’t as awful as he thought it would be. He has a nice breakfast with his brothers, a videocall with his family and he saw a lot of cute projects for him in social media. The interviews went smoothly, all of them with a little surprise for him. Visiting the city was his favorite part, he truly loved how much culture was scattered around the streets, each one more interesting than the other. He sent you countless of pictures, not knowing that you were just a few minutes away, smiling every time your name popped out on his screen.

It was almost time for the concert and his mood has increasingly improved. He did his routine without missing a step and was more than ready to jump on stage.

At the same time, you were getting up in the car that was going to drive you to the venue. You and the boys agreed to do it in the middle of the show, so you had to be very careful not to run into him. Your legs were jumping up and down with anticipation, your smile never fading at the thought of seeing you boyfriend again.

Ashton felt the adrenaline running through his veins and he hit the final beats on the drums. It was time for “Amnesia” so he was thankful to get a small break to catch his breath. His eyes met Calum’s as he got closer to drink some water, furrowing his brows in confusion when he saw Calum grin suspiciously.

“You guys are amazing!” Luke said into the mic, grabbing Ashton’s attention “And, as you may know, today’s the birthday of someone very special to us”

The crowd cheered loudly, making Ashton blush and smile to the ground. Suddenly self-conscious of Andy and his camera crew surrounding him in expectation.

“He is the drummer of our band, the most kind soul to ever walk the earth, the most talented motherfucker there is, the father of our little band here and the sweatiest man alive” Luke continued, turning to face the drummer “Ashton Fletcher Irwin everybody!”

You could hear the fans screaming from the side of the stage, but all your focus was on the smiling boy that sat in a stool. It was almost time before Luke gives the signal, you were so nervous and happy at the same time. Maybe you would be the one to cry after all.

“We have a little surprise for our hype man up here, but I need all of you to sing with me, okay?” That was it. That was the signal. You took a deep breath before starting to walk towards them.

Ashton smiled at the fans while the first notes of “Happy Birthday” ranged through his ears. He confidently stood up from his seat so he could take all of that love in. It wasn’t until Calum shouted a “mate!” that he could catch a glimpse of you walking towards him with a huge cake in your hands.

“Holy fuck!” He yelled as his eyes winded. Not wasting any second jumping out of the drum stage and running towards you.

Michael was quick to grab the cake from your hands before your body crashed into Ashton’s. He grabbed you by the waist, making you jump and wrap your legs around his torso as he spin you around, laughing like a child. Once he stopped, you cupped his face and brought him into a kiss.

The crowd roared and cheered, but you couldn’t hear them, not anymore. You were lost inside the long awaited kiss. Numbed to the outside world as your hands found their way to tangle into Ashton’s curls. Not caring about the sweaty mess that was you boyfriend, but concentrating on the way your lips melted into each other, saying everything that needed to be said.  Relishing on the fact that you were, once again, together.

“You’re here!” said Ashton in disbelief, laughing as he couldn’t contain his happiness “I can’t- H-how?!”

He put you down and wrapped his arms around you once more, pulling you even closer to him.

“You have to thank your band mates” You said, trying to contain the tears “They planned this whole thing”

Ashton lifted his gaze and looked at his three best friends, all of them with a grin on their faces “Thank you” he muttered “Thank you so much”

The three of them didn’t hesitate to join the hug, making it a little bit more messy and sweaty than it already was. Separating only when a crew member appeared with the cake that was long forgotten at the side of the stage. Ashton’s grip didn’t stuttered for a second as he blew the candles.

“What’d you wish for?” you asked.

“Nothing!” He said as he kissed you one more time “I got my wish right here. How could this get any better?”

You kissed his cheek and whispered into his ear “I got a couple of ideas… I did promise you a surprise later, no?” you teased and started to walk away, leaving the boys to finish the concert.

Ashton groaned as he caught your devilish grin “You’re gonna be the death of me, doll” he shouted at you, making you laugh.

He turned around and walked back to his drum kit, smile never fading as he thought that this was, without a doubt, his best birthday yet.

[chandelier-s-notebook]

Inspired by @thechannelwithoutaname’s 50k special (This). I love it. It has appeared so many things in my recommended, and I just keep watching it.

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And we have lift off.

Phil hovered a few feet off the ground for a few moments before flying over to the blond boy. He picked him up by the armpits. It wasn’t the most aerodynamic position, but Phil was confident in his flying and Tommy loved it.

~ ~ ~

Phil took Wilbur in when they were still children. Phil had been in the woods surrounding his village when he smelt the smoke. He started running, not away, but towards. He saw the flames high in the sky.

He tried to get to his house. Were his parents okay? An arm grabbed at him and he froze. His house was gone. It was still standing, but it was up in flames, charred beyond saving. There were no sounds other than that of burning wood. His parents weren’t outside like some of their neighbours.

He heard a childlike scream come from a few houses down. There was a young boy in the window. Phil knew that kid. He was super nice, like to hum and tap his foot to an invisible beat.

Phil ducked out from under the arms holding him back from going for his parents. He couldn’t get to them, but he still had a chance to save the kid.

The fourteen year old ran into the house. He dodged around well meaning adults and darted up the stairs. He got to the child’s room. He was screaming more help out of the open window.

Phil grabbed the yellow baby blanket and got to the child. Phil gathered him in his arms, covering his mouth with the fabric to lessen the smoke inhalation for the four year old.

He ran to the door to leave. The flames licked at the doorframe. The stairs weren’t safe. Phil looked around at his options. The window was his best bet.

He kicked it open. He balanced himself on the railing. He spread his wings. He could do this. The weight would be a little different, but he’d be fine. He jumped off, much to the scream of the child. He got his wings into position and glided down to the ground horizontally.

The child peeked his head out of the blanket and gave a little giggle. Phil landed softly on the ground, and they were immediately surrounded by people making sure they were okay.

- - -

From then on it was just the two of them. They had stayed his the other survivors for a while. Setting up from on their way to the next town over. The whole village had burned down. They couldn’t find their horses and boats were burning, so they were walking. The trip would take a few days.

They kept trying to leave Wilbur with the other small children, but he never wanted to leave Phil’s side. Phil never particularly like the townspeople either, and they didn’t like him.

In the night, Phil and Wilbur spilt. He knew this part of the woods. He’d come here with his grandfather Pete before. There was a cottage around here. They found it by midday.

Phil knew how to live off the land. He had been taught well. He also knew how to get to the closer villages from here. Phil stayed to take care of Wilbur. His days filled with laughter and joy.

- - -

A few years later, when Wilbur was six. Phil came home with a piglin in tow. He’d read about them. Phil had read about them as a bedtime story. Wilbur takes a liking to the other boy, so he doesn’t mind when the piglin becomes a permanent fixture at the cottage.

The piglin adjusts to life in the overworld. He likes these people. He likes it here. He can do whatever he wants. And he can be helpful!

Run around with Wilbur; roll in the dirt; farm potatoes; shamelessly murder cows when they need meat; attack anyone to goes for them first; horseback riding; jump through the trees in the forest; fence with Phil; play with the clay in the river bank; star gaze; chicken racing; read in his look nook.

- - -

Phil learns that the piglin is a year younger than Wilbur, and that his name is Techno.

For Wilbur’s ninth brithday, Techno gets him a guitar from one of the town shops.

- - -

Wilbur doesn’t remember much from before Phil and the cottage, but he doesn’t mind that. He’s happy.

Sometimes Phil can’t look at him, only remembering the burning village and parents that he wasn’t allowed to save.

Wilbur doesn’t know what to do when Phil gets in those moods; whether he should give Phil space or never leave his sight. At least now he has Techno. He can distract himself from Phil’s mood and play with his brother. They can disappear for a bit.

Phil doesn’t like it when Wilbur hides from him during those moods. It makes him need to run and find him, make sure that he’s safe. Phil always makes sure to give Wilbur a big hug when he snaps out of it. Dragging Techno in after a moment so he doesn’t feel left out.

Techno doesn’t really know what happened to them. He just goes along with it when that mood comes about. He as learned that Wilbur thinks he should leave Phil alone. Reasonable since Phil can’t look at him. He also learns that Phil will panic if he’s lost sight of Wilbur for too long. He wasn’t going to pry. So he usually teaches Wilbur to spar in the clearing. Or the aforementioned chicken racing.

- - -

Wilbur was fourteen himself when he told the blond child to stay in the living room after having been fed by him. Techno is thirteen when he doesn’t bother fighting the man’s drive to keep this eight year old safe. Phil is twenty-four when he finds that his family unit is complete.

[hiddles-evans-hallucinations]

How Did We Get Here? - 5

Summary: The pictures of (Y/N) and Chris keeps on getting out in the media for the public eyes. The fans are going crazy, but as they tried their best to hide it and keep their relationship to themselves, their feelings to flaunt each other is bigger.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: AGE GAP 

Note: a sucker for a fluff and fanfics or imagine that makes me UWUUUUUU so imma push myself to write and smiling like an idiot the whole time for the last chapter!!! // Also using celebs paparazzi shoot’s pics bc it kinds of matches with the mood I’m going for. And for the last chapter I’m using dakota and jamie cause they’re really cute on and off set. HOPE YOU LIKE IT. 

*gifs and pics are not mine*

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 

Chris and I had to fly separately to Italy for the premiere, I was there first as I was talking to Judd when I heard a loud scream from the fans. I look to my left and found Chris smiling (gif), escorted by two men in black suits. 

My face lights up when I see him, but apparently it looks like he already saw me first before I did. 

He looks so good. 

Chris waves to the screaming girls as he approaches me and swing me around. “Hi, handsome.” I whisper. 

He pulls away and take a look at me. I was wearing a black dress. Chris bites his lower lip as he checks me out. I pull out my tongue and scrunch my nose at him making him laugh. “So beautiful.” he said with a hand on his chest. 

“Don’t cry now.” I pat his shoulder making him laugh again. 

The fans were screaming as we talk to each to each other. “KISS!” one shouted and followed by another loud screaming from them. Chris and I laughed as we hug each other one more time. 

The premiere was like usual, we spend time sometimes together for a quick interview sometimes we do it alone. I spend most of the time talking to people, taking pictures with fr I was so tired and my feet hurts that when everything and everyone seems to forget about me and I’m glad, I ask Pammy to take me to the SUV in the parking lot to chill. 

The driver turn the AC on and leave me alone as I texted Chris. 

(Y/N): ‘I’m probably gonna go before you, my feet hurts so bad.’ 

As I lay my head back and put my phone on my stomach, just when I was about to shut my eyes, the door was open. “There you are.” Chris said as I smile tiredly at him. 

“I just texted you,” 

Chris pulls his phone out of his pocket. “You did, baby?” he checks his phone and nodded. “Oh yeah, you did. 

“How did you know I’m here?” 

“Pammy told me.” 

I nodded my head. “Right, she loves you that much, she’d spoil where I am hiding to you right away.” 

“Were you hiding from me?” 

I shook my head smiling goofily. “No.” 

He jumps into the seat next to me after calling the driver. 

I stay quiet  the whole ride, I didn’t even know where we’re going, we did make plans that we would stay together on tour since we didn’t have any other movies to shoot currently. Pammy told me that tomorrow or in 1.5-hous is Chris’ birthday, I have his presents in my suitcase just before I flew here. I had to double check to Wikipedia to make sure Pammy isn’t fucking with me. 

“Hey, did you booked the hotel already?” 

Chris turns to me, his eyes are tired, “Of course, booked it two-weeks ago.” I look at him surprised. 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, I wanted to spend my birthday with you.” 

I raise my brow at him with a smirk. “Oh... so you’re telling me tomorrow’s your birthday?” Chris smiles, amused. He slides his arms around my waist shifting me closer to him, I shyly place my head on his shoulder as he puts another arm on my stomach and rest his chin on my head. 

“Do I get a special treatment for my birthday?”

I chuckle. 

“Special treatment? You wish.” I huff. 

When we arrived, there’s no paparazzi, Chris let himself out first, and as I was putting my heels back on, Chris opens the door for me. I smiled at him, puckering my lips as he leans forward to kiss me quick. 

He grabs my heels and carry it for me. I just can’t stop looking at him and think of how lucky I am to have him. Chris is hands down the most kind and caring person I have ever met in my life and now me being with him, I just feel more and more lucky every day. 

“I need to go to the bathroom first, give me the spare key.” 

I was thinking if Chris went up first I can ask for a cake for him upstairs. But, of course, “No, baby, I’ll wait for you.” I can’t help but smile.

I look around if I can have the front office guy look at me. As the guy, take a glance at me, I gesture him to follow me. Chris was looking at his phone, so for now, I’m safe to make a plan. 

“Can I help you Miss?” 

“Could you please send a slice of cake to our room at 11:58 on the clock?” 

He looks back to Chris then to me. “Right, what kind do you want?” 

“What do you have?” 

“We have the cheesecake, red velvet, classic chocolate-” 

“Classic chocolate it is.” I said to him with a smile. “Thank you. And I need one candle, and also please don’t knock, at 11:58 I’ll be right out.” 

He smiles back at me as I make my way to Chris whose eyes wanders around the interior design with its historical pictures on the wall. 

We walk into our room with him still carrying my heels. I didn’t let go of his hand until he has to open the door. I’ve never felt like this before and it’s weird, I never dated guys who were older than me until Chris, but with him, my heart race like I’ve never been before and I feel safe and I never felt like this dating guys my age. 

I look at my phone it’s 15-minutes until his birthday, Chris took off his jacket and say, “I’m gonna go shower.” I nodded my head. “I’ll do it in the morning, I’m too tired.” He smiles and kiss my head. 

Every time he kisses me, or even just a peck on my forehead, it sends electricity through my veins. 

I take off my dress, grabbing one of his white t-shirt and put it on as I remove my makeup while he was in the shower. I check my phone once again, 5-minutes. 

Chris walk out wearing the bathrobe and threw himself to be, opening his arms wide for me as I jump next to him making him chuckle. 

I keep on counting the minute. 

“I’m gonna get a drink, do you want some?” 

“That’d be great, thank you, baby.” I peck him on the lips and make my way out to the door. 

The guy from the front office stood there with a slice of chocolate cake with the candle in it. I specifically ask for one candle, ha, because of course, who likes it when your candle drizzles down to your cake? Nobody. 

He lit it up for me as I walk slowly to the bed and sing, “Happy birthday to you..” 

He looks at me with the cutest reaction (gif). 

“Happy birthday dear Chris... Happy birthday to you.” 

I stood there for a second, biting my lower lip nervously at him as he stood up. Kissing me passionately before looking at the cake and back to me. “Make a wish.” I said. 

He shuts his eyes for a minute and blow the candle. 

“Thank you, (Y/N)..” 

“The surprise isn’t over yet!” I said handing him the cake and went to my suitcase to get his present. 

Chris placed the cake onto the table near us and open the present and pout in response of how cute it is. 

A matching sweater for him and Dodger, his got Dodger’s face on it and Dogder’s got Chris’ face. 

“Oh man... this is the cutest thing ever...” 

I look at him excitedly, I knew he’d like it because if my puppy’s still alive and someone give me those sweaters for my birthday, I would probably cry. 

“Thank you, I love it.” 

I kiss him once more. 

. . . . 

I took a shower when Chris was still asleep, and as I was having breakfast in the balcony looking at the view of Venice, I open Instagram and uploaded a picture of us together on set.

‘Happy birthday America’s ass @chrisevans there wouldn’t be Nala if Benji don’t exist. You are the reason many people smile today, including mine.’  

I smiled at the picture, it was the first time we had our kiss on set but many more off set. I put my phone and eat my breakfast with my feet up on the balcony wearing bathrobe and a towel wrapped around my head. 

A solid ten-minutes later, my phone didn’t stop buzzing from the notifications. I remember I turn off my notifications for Instagram. “What is going on..” I look it up and there was people tagging me in a photo by Chris. 

‘IS THAT @(Y/N/L/N)?!?!?!?! OMGGGGGGG!!!!’

‘Tell me that’s her and I’ll die happily’ 

‘Omg they’re spending his brithday together i can’t do it.’ 

‘ITS HEEEERRR!!!’ 

It’s a picture of me, right now. 

‘Buongiorno, Venice.’ 

I look back and find him leaning against the door looking at me. I blushed. 

“Good morning.” 

“Good morning, birthday boy.” 

Chris walks to me and kiss my cheeks. 

“You’re so sneaky.” 

He laughed, “You look so good baby, I can’t just do it!” he jokes making me laugh. 

“Shall we go for a date today?” he ask. 

I nodded. 

After we went for a brunch, we were standing outside of the restaurant looking at the view. Chris has his hand wrapped around my waist as we talk about how we’re going to work “us” out when our schedules are busy. 

“Well, you’re more famous than me so, I can make the time for you.” 

He pfft’ed me. “No, I’m not.” 

“Oh yes. I mean, aren’t we supposed to be ready if things doesn’t work out?” 

He stays silence.

“But, it sucks if I have to meet other people or see you with someone else and I have to adapt to someone new, I don’t think I want that anymore.” 

I nodded my head, I feel the same way, I know I might be younger than him but exchanging one man to another is never my style. I’m not saying I’m ready to get married but, it’s nice to just have one person for as long as you also want it. 

Meeting people constantly sucks, and I feel too comfortable with Chris that I know for sure I never felt anything like this before. 

“You’re right.” I said. 

Chris just looks at me and say, “Gosh, I love you.” 

My eyes widens in shock. 

“W-what?”

Chris’ face turns blue, even green and yellow looking at my reaction. “I’m sorry was that too soon?” 

I bit my lower lip, I am so nervous. 

We just stood there in silence, looking at other ways. I can feel tension between us in this silence, but I know I feel the same way. 

“Chris?” 

He turns to me. 

“I love you too.” 

His face lights up, the biggest smile I’ve seen. 

“You do?” 

I nodded my head as he grabs me by shirt closer to him and kisses me passionately. Deep and passionate, and we stay like that for as long as I wish it to be. 

And he said, it was easy to love me, but little did he know that it was easier to love him and it’s hard not to. 

I want time to stop ticking just for us. 

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