#i guess this was their happy bday adam!

[reyturnofbensolo]

What’s going on?!

[callsign-dexter]

From Colleagues to Lovers 18+

Request: Hey 😍 I saw a bday anon asking for a present before, so I'm being selfish and nicely asks for this as well (it's Thursday) 🙊 it would be an Antonio imagine, where they're colleagues and have feelings for each other but not dating yet. After one tough case, Antonio invites her over to his apartment for a beer and they talk a while till he kisses her and tells her how much she means to him. They end up sleeping together but all passionate and lovable and afterwards lots of cuddles where they decide to give their love a chance ? Hope this is fiiiiine.

Pairings: Antonio Dawson x Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut

Masterlist

First Installment: From Colleagues to Lovers

Second Installment: Gossip and Glances

Third Installment: Flirt with Risk

A/N: Happy birthday to the anon who sent in the request!

You had been working for Intelligence since you could remember. This means you have been working with Antonio for a while as well. You had slowly begun developing feelings for him and you just hoped that he felt the same way. It killed you to see him with any other girl but you hid your feelings well and powered through it.

You imagined what life with him would be like and you wanted it but held back. You didn't want to make things awkward especially if he shot you down and completely humiliated you. How would you be able to face him at work?

You had just gotten into work when Hank immediately went into detail about a case that you all just had gotten. It was about a man that was going around and kidnaping women and then them showing up dead in very local places.

"Antonio and Y/N I want you both to go to the last crime scene and see if you can get any information or clues. Police have they couple that found the women down there. I want you both to go and talk to her." Hank said and you nodded. You would rather go with someone else instead of making this awkward for both of you but you weren't one to disobey orders and did as you were told. You looked over to Antonio who was in his chair swiveling it side to side while look at you with a smirk, the smirk that you had fallen in love with. You smiled back at him.

"Well you heard the man. Lets go." He said and you nodded and held out your hand out towards the door.

"Lead the way." You said and he did just that. You followed him out of the building and down to the cars. You let him drive since you really didn't feel like driving and he would be more comfortable.

Once you got in and started driving he started to make small conversation which helped a little bit but it was still awkward, well at least for you, you didn't know about him.

"Do you have any plans tonight?" He had asked you and you shook your head.

"No. I don't think this case is going to allow us to have a break honestly." You said and then it was silence.

Once the small talk got nowhere he then turned the topic onto the case and that helped tremendously. "Why do you think he is doing it?" He asked you and you turned to look at him.

"He probably got out raged from a girl that dumped him and I'm guessing he doesn't take being dumped very well." You told him and he nodded.

"He probably is working his way up to the woman that dumped him. I'm guessing he's going to be way worse with her than anyone else." Antonio said.

"He's trying to perfect what he wants to do and once it is perfected then that's when he is going to strike." You said "Do we know who he broke up with?" You asked and he shook his head.

"No, Jay and Adam are supposed to be figuring that out." He said and you nodded then you arrived at the crime scene. He killed the engine and you both got out after parking. You both walked over to the crime scene and began to inspect it after not finding anything and you needed a break.

"Hey I'm gonna talk to the couple that found the body." You told Antonio and he nodded.

"I'm gonna continue looking here." He said and you nodded and you started to walk over to them.

"Good morning. I'm Detective Y/N Y/L/N. I understand that you found the body." You said and they nodded.

"We usually jog this path every morning." The woman said and you nodded.

"Did you see anything unusual when you found the body? Like someone running away or something out of place?" You asked them as you wrote down some stuff.

"No, everything was normally where is was." The man said and you nodded "Oh, there was a red pickup truck that was here but it had sped off." He said

"What was the condition of the truck?" You asked

"It was beaten up with several dings and a broken headlight. We didn't get a license plate due to us being so far away and it speeding off." The man said and you nodded.

"Thank you for your time. If we have any other questions we'll call you and if you remember anything else, don't hesitate to give us a call." You said and they nodded and you headed back to Antonio, it looked like he was done since the coroner was loading the woman up. "Hey, find anything useful?" you asked him and he shook his head.

"No. You?" He asked and you nodded.

"The couple usually runs here in the mornings. They said that they saw an old red beaten up truck with a broken headlight, it had a bunch dings in it but they couldn't get a license plate." You told him he nodded and you both started to walk back to the car to go back to the precinct and tell the information you had gotten.

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A week into the case nothing new was coming up. If there was anything new it was just a dead end. More and more bodies have been showing up and everybody was getting restless and agitated. You just wanted to go home and enjoy a nice long hot shower with nobody to disturb you. Sleep you would also love some sleep, you barely had gotten anything when the case started and if you did it was just a few minutes and then you were back at it again. Antonio tried to keep the spirits alive and happy around you but it just wasn't working and that killed him on the inside.

You had just gotten a lead from your CI and were following and checking up on it when the lead suddenly went cold. You were frustrated but didn't let it show but Antonio could see it and so he had cornered you in the locker room.

"Everything ok?" He asked you while leaning up against the locker and you against the wall. You nodded.

"Yea everything is great." You said and he made a face.

"I know you well enough to know that you're lying. What's up?" He asked and you sighed.

"This case is frustrating and I just want it to end." You said and he nodded and then walked over to you and pulled you into a hug.

"I'm frustrated too and want it to end as well. We just have to keep pushing through and hope we catch this bastard." He said and you buried your head into his neck and nodded. "Hey what do you say about us getting a pizza and drinking a few beers at my place, after this is all over?" He asked and you nodded and pulled away to look at him.

"I would love that." You said and he smiled then Kim walked in.

"Hey, we got something let's go." She said and you all hurried out of the room. All 3 of you walked into the bullpen and Hank started to talk.

"We have found his location. His name is Arlen Harlow. As of right now he still has his victim hostage. Gear up and get ready to go." Hank said and you all nodded. Everyone got ready and drove to the location.

Antonio and you rode together to the house. You all made sure you had everything and had bulletproof vests on before storming the house. Once everyone did Hank gave the all-clear, Jay kicked in the door and you all went in. You heard a chours of clears but you had yet to say anything because you were down in the basement staring down Alren, with your gun pointed at him.

When you didn't answer and heard your fellow team members in your ear, they came down to where you were. "We can talk about this." You said to him and he shook his head.

"No. No we can not. I can't go back to jail." He said getting frantic.

"Let the woman go and maybe we can make a deal." You said knowing that the others are there listening and again he shook his head.

"I'm not going back." He said and raised his gun at the woman and as he was about to pull the trigger, you pulled yours and he went down. You stood there not believing what just happened but you quickly got over it and went to the women. You comforted her and then EMTs took her to the hospital.

When you got back to the precinct you filled out your report and talked to Hank. Even though it wasn't ideal you did what had to be done. When you got done talking with him everyone had left the building, well you thought everyone did.

You were sitting at your desk head in hands going over the day. This case was a tough one and it always took a toll on you. You don't know how long you were sitting there but jumped when you felt hands on your shoulders. You turned to look at who it was and it was none other than Antonio. He was smiling at you and you smiled back. "Are you ok?" He asked and you shrugged your shoulders.

"Tough cases always take a toll on me for some reason." You said and he nodded.

"How about that beer and pizza at my place?" He asked and you nodded smiling.

"That sounds amazing." You said and got up. You got your purse and got up while he waited. You both walked out of there together. "What about my car?" You asked him and he shook his head.

"We'll get in the morning." He said and you nodded and followed him out to his truck. Once he opened the door and shut it and then got in, you were able to try and relax. It was a comfortable silence on the ride to his place.

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When you arrived he had parked and killed the engine and got out. You were about to open the door but he had beaten you to it. You smiled at him and let him help you down and into his apartment. "Make yourself at home. I'm gonna go put my gun away and then order the pizza." He said and you nodded as you both kicked off your shoes. You went to his fridge and grabbed two beers and headed to the couch.

Not even 2 minutes later he was coming back out smiling at you and you handed him his beer. "I already grabbed you one." You said and he took it.

"Why thank you. Pizza should be here in 10 minutes." He said and you nodded and snuggled into him as he sat down.

"Anything you want to watch?" You asked him and shook his head.

"No. I don't have anything that I'm into at the moment." He said and you gasped.

"The Antonio Dawson is not interested in anything? That's a shock." You said while chuckling.

"It's the truth." He said trying to defend himself and you shook your head and turned on something random which was Fixer Upper. You both made comments until the pizza came. He got up and grabbed the money and paid for the pizza and brought it over to the couch. Half of the pizza was gone and several beers were drank between you both.

You could tell there was something on his mind so you turned off the volume and looked at him. "What's wrong?" You asked and he looked at you.

"What makes you think there is something wrong?" He asked and you turned to look at him fully.

"You always make this face when you're thinking about something. What's up?" You asked again and he sighed and turned to look at you.

"I'm gonna tell you something and I hope it doesn't mess up what we have." He said and you nodded for him to continue. "I've liked you for a while now. Ever since I met you in Intelligence actually. You were the most beautiful woman I've seen and I just couldn't get over your beauty. All of the other girls I've been with were just a distraction for me from you." He said and you didn't know what to say but when you looked into his eyes you did.

"I felt that same way for a while now too." You said.

"You don't have to take pity on me Y/N. I know that's that not true." Antonio said and you shook your head.

"No, it's the truth. When you were with those other girls it killed me inside. I wanted to be the one that you took on dates. I wanted to be the one that had your attention. I've liked no loved you for as long as I could remember. I just thought you were way out of my league to even look at him, much less date me." You said and the next thing you knew you were kissing each other. You continued to kiss until air was needed and then you broke apart.

"Bedroom?" He asked and you nodded not trusting your voice. That kiss was perfect and you felt fireworks go off.

He got up and held out a hand to you and you took it. He led you to his bedroom where he shut the door while you sat down on his bed. He walked over to you while shedding his shirt and showing off his toned chest. He bent down and kissed you and you put your hands on his 6 pack. He gently laid you down and got on top of you and but not putting any weight on you.

Antonio kissed you and then he started to kiss you on the side of your neck and under your ear just on the pulse point, your sweet spot. He sucked on it and nipped at the skin, there was definitely going to be a hickey there in the morning. It had you a moaning mess and your toes curling.

You felt his hands at the hem of your shirt and he looked up and you nodded. He slowly got rid of your shirt and then you felt him kiss down the valley of your breasts and down the hem of your jeans. He reached behind you and unhooked your bra and got rid of it. "You're perfect." He said and sucked your right nipple into his mouth and your head was thrown back and your mouth opened. Your hands went to his head and you pulled his hair. One of his hands went into your jeans and underwear and ran through your slick folds.

"Antonio." You moaned out and then he let go of that nipple and switched to the other, never letting up on touching you. You were close and when his finger went into your entrance and found your g-spot is when that rubber band in your stomach snapped and you moaned out his name.

As you were coming down from your high he was pulling the rest of your clothes off and yours as well. You sat up on your elbows and watched him as he reached over to his nightstand grabbed a condom and rolled it down on his now erect cock that had you drooling. "What about you? I want to take care of you." You said breathlessly.

"Another time. This is all about you." He said and then spread your legs and licked up your folds and that had you falling back onto the bed. He swirled his tongue around your entrance and probed it. Then he went up to your clit and sucked on it and gently bit it. Your hands were back in his hair. If you weren't wet before then you were definitely were now. He was eating you out like your life depended on it.

"Antonio! Right there!" You exclaimed and then he stopped and you let go of his hair. You whimpered but it was stopped by him kissing you. He ran his cock up and down you a few times before pushing into you to the hilt. You were no virgin but the way he made you stretch made you feel like one, he stretched you in ways you didn't know it was possible but in a good way.

"You're so tight. It was like you were made for me." He said and then waited for you to adjust and for a signal to move and when you did he started to slowly thrust into you. He brought his face down to your neck and was kissing your skin and nipping at it.

"So good!" You said and brought your hands up to his shoulders. He slowly kept thrusting into you making the pleasure last. You felt that the rubber band started constricting again "Faster." You told him and felt him smirk.

"As you wish." He said into your shoulder and picked up his pace again hitting in all the right places. Your nails dug into his skin leaving indents and then they started to rake down his back and you felt and heard him hiss. There was no doubt that there were going to be scratches down his back but he would wear them proudly.

"I'm close." You told him and he nodded.

"Me too." He said and then his thrusts started to get sloppy. On the next thrust, he stilled inside you and shot his load into the condom as your climax hit as well. He rode you through your orgasm and his.

Once you both came back down he slowly slid out of you with a now soft cock. He got up and took it off and tied it off and threw it away. You watched him but couldn't say anything too out of it. You watched him go into his bathroom and come back with a washcloth. He started to wipe between your legs and up your folds which made you jump. "I'm sorry." He said as he finished and you shook your head.

"I'm just a little sensitive. Nobody has made me cum especially twice before." You said and he had a look of horror on his face.

"Then they weren't doing it right or taking care of you." He said and then discarded the washcloth in the hamper and came over and laid down. You turned to him and cuddled into him. "I love you Y/N. Nothing is going to change that. I want to be with you. I want to take you on dates. I want to give our love for each other a chance." He said and you smiled.

"I would love that, Antonio. I love you too. I want to be with you. I really want to give our love a chance, I have ever since I met you." You said and then he kissed you.

"Then it's settled. We both want the same thing. I love you." He said

"I love you too." You replied and snuggled into his chest

As you were drifting off you felt him press a kiss to your head and rest his on top of yours. You finally did it. You confessed to your crush over pizza and beer you couldn't be happier. You both loved each other and aren't going to be letting each other go anytime soon.

Who knew it would take a tough case for it to happen? You certainly didn't. Do you wish it would've happened another way? Maybe you did but you weren't complaining about how it did happen.

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[wwereaderinserts]

Fem!reader is a follower of Liv since the beginning of the LMRT but instead of watching TJD go down in flames, Liv joins & is dating Dom. Liv assures reader that she still cares about her by getting them an opportunity for the tag titles as a bday present. During the match Dom is hit by Blair Davenport which distracts Liv & misses the tag by reader. After reader eats the pin she overhears Liv telling Dom he’s more important than the titles. Reader ends up suplexing Dom & then Liv.

Title: Scorned Pairing: Liv Morgan x Platonic!Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,210

You’ve been a devoted follower of Liv ever since the inception of the Liv Morgan Revenge Tour, cheering her on through every victory and setback she’s encountered. You’ve been there for her through thick and thin, but ever since Dom came into the picture, you can’t help but fear her priorities shifting, like she’ll forget about all that you’ve done for her over the months in favour of Dom instead.

Though, when she stops by your dressing room to assure you that you’re still important to her, she still cares, and that you’re still a part of this journey with her, she throws one more rather pleasant curveball in your direction, much to your surprise.

“Look, just because of everything that’s happened lately,” Liv begins, one hand on your forearm as she looks you in the eyes, “It doesn’t mean that I’ve ditched you or anything like that! In fact…”

She trails off with a grin, leaving you quirking a brow at her as you attempt to figure out exactly which direction she’s headed in with this. After the initial speech she’d given you when you’d first let her into your dressing room, you pray that it’s another positive to top everything all off with.

“You’d better get into your gear, because I talked to Adam Pearce earlier, and guess who has a shot at the tag team titles tonight with me! Best birthday present ever, huh? See, I didn’t forget about that, either! Happy birthday!”

Liv spontaneously pulls you into a hug with a wide smile on her face, swaying you back and forth. You gladly hug her back, but your brain is still playing catch up with everything she’s just laid out on you.

Laughing softly, you eventually pull back to look at her with a smile on your face that gradually grows once you’ve finally processed that Liv has managed to get you both a tag team title shot together, tonight of all nights.

“Wait, really?!” you ask, your cheeks beginning to ache with how much you’re smiling, “Liv, that’s amazing! Thank you, oh my god-”

“It’s the least I could do for the birthday girl! Come on, you’d better get ready. We’re up soon.”

The time for your match soon rolls around, and although you really should have predicted it would happen, you didn’t expect Dom to be accompanying you and Liv down to the ring. They walk arm in arm down the ramp while you straggle behind them both, and you dismiss the nagging feeling of looking like a spare part from the forefront of your mind.

Adrenaline begins to set in as you watch Alba and Isla make their way down to the ring with Blair trailing behind them to cheer them both on at ringside. You want to prove that you more than deserve this opportunity with Liv, that it means everything to you, that you’re definitely ready for this. And when the match gets underway, that’s exactly what you do.

You and Liv work seamlessly together in the first half, executing the occasional double team move with precision as well as respectively holding your own while you cheer one another on from the apron when you aren’t the legal woman.

“C’mon, (Y/N)! We got this!”

Liv cheers to you from where she stands on the apron, stomping her foot against the steel steps while she attempts to amp you up for a hot tag halfway through the match. You clamber up onto your knees, recovering from a rather heavy hit from Alba, who’s almost made it to her own corner to tag Isla in.

What you don’t see, however, is Dom scrambling up onto the apron to flag the referee down in hopes of providing a distraction, making him miss your opponents’ tag. To an extent, it works, and the referee does miss the initial tag, but it also massively backfires on Dom, too.

Blair, having had enough of his tactics, sweeps Dom’s legs from under him, sending him tumbling to the floor outside the ring. She continues stomping him outside the ring, ensuring that he stays down, and Liv decides that she can’t simply sit back and watch it happen. Liv hops off the apron and charges towards Blair at light speed, forcing her to retreat, all while leaving you in the ring to fend for yourself, the odds now stacked against you.

“Liv, what the- I need you here!”

You yell at her, but she’s too occupied with Dom to even spare a glance towards you, sitting in the corner waiting on her. Alba makes a successful tag to Isla this time around, and they both seize the opportunity to land a devastating double team move on you to put you out for good.

One…two…three!

The bell rings once you’ve taken the fall, and you’re left there in the centre of the ring, staring up at the lights in the arena, processing what had just transpired. Liv left you out to dry mid-match in favour of Dom, and it massively cost you.

When you come to, you roll onto your stomach and slowly crawl to the side of the ring where Liv and Dom still remain outside, with Liv fussing over him. You lean over the bottom rope, prepared to rapid fire questions that sit on the tip of your tongue towards an unsuspecting Liv, but what you hear stops you dead in your tracks.

“It doesn’t even matter, Dom,” she tells him, slowly helping him back up to his feet, “You’re way more important to me than the titles, anyway.”

Liv’s words hit harder than a punch to the gut. After everything you’ve done for her, all the loyalty you’ve shown her right from the very beginning, how could she turn around and say something like that?

Seeing red, you roll out of the ring to stand behind them, fueled by a mix of emotions as you gauge exactly what your next move is about to be. You act purely on impulse, reaching out to Dom first of all to rip him away from Liv before you execute a devastating suplex on him outside the ring. The crowd are behind you all the way as you do, roaring with cheers and an outpour of support for you.

Liv gasps, her eyes wide in shock as she slowly swivels around to face you. She tries to run around the ring from you, but you’re too quick for her. You catch hold of her, and without missing a beat, you deliver a suplex to her outside the ring, too, while the crowd erupts into another bout of cheers as you stand over Liv.

“I didn’t want to believe it, Liv,” your words are full of venom as you spit them at her, “But deep down, I was right. After everything I’ve done for you! Dom’s all that matters to you now, huh?!”

You see the realisation dawn on Liv in that moment, that you’re done with her, that this was the final nail in the coffin for you. You kneel down, becoming more level with Liv as you look her dead in the eyes, your next words final.

“I hope it’s all worth it, Liv. Because I’m done with you.”

[sheinthatfandom]

Ohhhhh I love oranges intro video thing with the ufo or whatever

They probably couldn’t get the rights to the tardís lol

Oh he’s in black

Ohhhh okada joined in that explains why he didn’t have a match tonight

And taz is back on commentary so here’s hoping maybe maybe we get Nigel 🤞

Awww I forgot okada and orange were friends yeah in chaos

Ahhhhh the smile dropped okada ready to knock orange out

Okada made his flip slow to time it perfectly with orange and like holy shit he’s so fucking good

Wait I know that music wait is it Nigel?

IT IS!!!!!!!

ITS NIGEL!!!!!

OMG OMG OMG

OKAY I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO TYPE THIS MATCH

omg he looks so good

Omg why am I crying

Omg the entire crowd on their feet chanting for Nigel omg

Im sobbing!!!!

I wanted him to have this moment with Bryan but im just so happy he had the moment

Nigel vs okada and it’s ge just omg!!!!

Kyle o’ Reilly!!

Im sorry im still crying over Nigel

Nigel’s in the ring with some of the best just omg I love this for him

Just guys who all use Nigel’s moves or have modified his moves like im do fucking happy for everyone

ZACK SABRE JR!!!!

MY HUSBAND BDAY TWIN G1 CHAMPION AND NOW IM ABOUT TO HAVE THE BEST LITTLE SOY BOY IN THE RING WITH NIGEL!!!!!

after everything with Bryan and Zack proving himself as the best technical wrestler of the world now he’s going head to head with the longest reigning Pure champ ever

Okada having fun on the big stage

Roddy…. Kind of a let down after Nigel and Zack

Awwww mark!!!!!!

The little shuffle down the ramp yes please mark no pulling an Adam Cole

CONGLOMERATION WORKING TOGETHER!!!

Hangy oh yeah I guess he’s winning then

Nigel on the floor posed like Jeff goldblum

Noooo hangy not Nigel!!!!

Oh no Jeff Jarrett

Well now hangy can focus on Jeff hopefully long enough for Nigel to pin Roddy

Hangy going after a woman…. I mean I’m not gonna judge him since it’s Karen

RICHOCHET!!!!

Oh shit well guess he’s winning then

Flippy boy flippy boy!!!!

I really did want in new Japan first just to like get the fed rust off him but he’s looking good

Somebody better pin somebody

How… how? Christian was murdered earlier tf lol

He’s hobbling

Richochet said I know you eat boot!!!!

Hangy pinned richochet okada stepped on hangers head no respect for the cowboy

God I want okada va hanger so fucking badly I know I KNOW it’s hanger vs swerve but you know hanger vs okada will be a fucking banger!!

Come on Zack your the g1 winner okada is has been spoiled by elite

Come on Nigel come on Nigel

TOWER OF LONDON!!!!

Oh fuck the 3 count was broken

Ummm luchasaurus no more killswitch?

YES KILL HIM KILL HIM

OH FUCK! That ruined the match for me I wanted Nigel assumed hanger expected richochet

[abiiors]

ROSS’ BDAY TOMORROW!!!!!! here to request a blurb (or i guess two…or a billion) about celebrating his birthday, on tour and not on tour…making him feel special and loved, what do you do for him, how do you think he acts/reacts to it, fluffy smutty anything EVERYTHING!!!

best day of the year can you tell i’m excited 😂

ROSS' BIRTHDAY TODAYYYY YAYY

oh i would thoroughly like to spoil this man so so much for his birthday because i think he gets the caretaker role too often. and yes, he does have a dependable, warm and comforting presence but for his birthday he deserves the utmost princess treatment. if they're on tour, chances are you are not there with them because you have work commitments of your own and all but secretly, you have been in contact with adam (not matty the blabbermouth 🙄) because of course there was a certain plan being hatched and that involved getting help from someone on the inside (adam, who's more than happy to do it). so at the time you decided on, he's there to pick you up from the airport even when you said you could just catch a taxi. and you chat excitedly on your way to the hotel. he's already talked to the staff to arrange an extra key-card for you, even going as far as faking a migraine to escape early so he can help you set up stuff. well as far as he can help honestly because the truth is that you are the gift. about to wrap yourself in a very carefully chosen outfit for this specific occasion. so you thank him sweetly and then usher him out the door gently because you only need yourself for this next part of the plan. 20-ish minutes later, your phone pings with a text from adam. they're almost here. five minutes away. there's a small moment of panic because you don't just want to lie there suggestively on the bed as if this were a porno, so you settle for nonchalance and turn the tv on to some old show. partly to calm your nerves, partly to pass the time because these five minutes are about to tick by like five long years. so the door knob jingles, voices float towards you; the distinct recognisable voices of the three men you've grown close to over the years. and one in particular, suddenly clearer, as he opens the door mid-sentence. they all laugh at a joke but his fizzles out when he hears the tv. you can practically picture his face as he tries to remember if he somehow put it on and forgot to turn it off. he has not suspected a thing. at least not until... 'didn't take you to be such a workaholic on your birthday,' you tease, 'made me wait nearly half an hour.' there's a flurry of movements as he actually runs inside and comes to a stop. no, skids to a halt and stays frozen in place (the actual personification of 👁️👄👁️). you think you might have honestly broken the man so you have to run and jump on him and he catches you (he always does) and then he comes back to his senses, lowkey weeping lol because he confesses that he'd been hoping for this but didn't want to put any pressure on you. there are several happy birthday kisses before you show him some proper appreciation <3 (no smut...just yet, wait till tonight 👀)

if he's not on tour then i genuinely think he very much prefers to have a chill day with friends and family. we know how much he loves spending time with his family, like he's always hanging out with his brother when they're on a break. so that's the move, i think. he barely gets to just let his hair down (literally) and relax and have a pint while being lazy (his fav thing in the world apparently). you might even set up a nice relaxing bath for the two of you that eventually turns into you washing his hair for him because it's so lovely and such an intimate experience. and he's so cuddly and soft by the end of it, asking for little kisses on his head and even though the man is a mountain, he absolutely loves being taken care of like this. it leaves him all smiley and happy which is the goal 🥹 you also have plans to have lunch outside, at a cute little restaurant just on the outskirts of the city. and you tell him that you're going to drive this time so he gets to be a pampered little passenger princess with his soft shiny hair blowing in the wind lol (i think he would fully commit to the bit). anyway, i think everything is perfect and he gets so much love from everyone on his special day and some extra love from you as well (not that, it's only reserved for his birthday but...you know?). by the time the day ends he's absolutely beaming and even slightly zooted and very very handsy, letting you know exactly what he wants. and what he wants is what he will get <3 (again, no smut, wait for tonight)

[damianogender]

happy birthday to dean winchester!!! he and his husband castiel are very busy and excited today as they're hosting a "dinnerthday party" at their cottage. they're working around their cherished house in perfect sync, stealing chaste kisses and lingering touches here and there while dean's favourite zeppelin songs quietly play in the background. every now and then, dean does something to annoy castiel but he's only rewarded with a soft smile or a chuckle if he's lucky in return. cas knows him too well. and dean feels so blissful and loved and at home that he had to go out and "feed the chickens" twice to hide his teary eyes. all the while, miracle, clueless about the preparations, is taking a nap in front of the fireplace. even though sam and eileen left their hunters' bar & library closed today, they're still going to be a couple hours late. but it's all good as long as little saoirse is feeling better now. the wayward sisters offered to pick bobby up on their way there. he agreed. he is getting a little too old to drive for long. the girls bickered endlessly, to the point of jody having to intervene a few times while bobby would only roll his eyes with an affectionate smile. they reminded him of his times with the boys. charlie is maybe driving a bit too fast but she cannot wait to see her brothers and other loved ones. though she should probably slow down a little if she doesn't want to get pulled over. rowena excused herself for this once as she was busy but didn't refrain from sending several extravagant gifts. jack promised he'd make it on time and that he wouldn't eat candy before dinner. as always, he informed samandriel of his trip to earth. he felt inexperienced and overwhelmed shortly after becoming god which prompted him to assign samandriel to the management of heaven. he then happily moved in with his mom who helped him get ready today. when he was leaving for earth, kelly wished him a nice dinner and reminded him to say hello to castiel from her. he was ecstatic and it showed on his smile that was as bright as ever. really, he would come down and they would meet up more often than not but he just loved seeing the rest of his extended family at every chance he gets.

[they're at peace.]

[teetlestansecond]

saw the one about how the rise turtles are with reader's birthday and as someone who has massive birthday blues and absolutely avoids telling anyone my birthday, i instantly thought of this

seperate, romantic and platonic hcs of how the rise boys are when they realize they dont know female reader's birthday and neither does April. cue either solo or group missions into trying to find out her birthday. theres shenanigans of them trying to various methods like spending a whole year trying to observe in what day reader acts particularly different to try to guess when is it, trying to get through her legal documents (no avail she kicked them out lmao), simply asking her only to either get a different date each time or a hard no, etc.

when they eventually do find out, they come to know that its because reader doesnt really like herself and it just makes her overthink all sorts of things like how much time they wasted, their mortality, etc. and practically begs the turtles to not celebrate it.

they respect her wishes but still cant help that after finding out when her bday is, they act more sweeter and plan dinnner get togethers as a casual and "subtle" way to celebrate it and the reader appreciates all of it

as someone who has very mixed feelings about my own birthday i really enjoyed this one

rise! turtles x birthday blues!reader

Raph! ❤️

it’s a big brother thing, okay? Raph needs to know certain things. your favorite color, if you like coffee or tea or hot cocoa, when your birthday is. he just needs that information.

but after a year of being friends he realizes he actually doesn’t know when your birthday is. and after asking the others and realizing they don’t know either, he makes it his job to find out.

the first thing he does is ask, because he figures you’ll just tell him. much to his surprise, though, you don’t. you tell him it’s not important and leave it at.

and Raph genuinely doesn’t know what to make of it. of course it’s important, it’s your special day!

if you won’t tell him, he’ll just have to figure it out himself. he drops by your place and tries to look at your calendar. it’s not marked there, but before he can check anywhere else you realize what he’s doing and put a stop to it pretty quickly.

he tries two more times to find clues in your room but you thwart him every time and so he leaves it alone.

he pays attention to the other people in your life, hoping they might wish you a happy birthday while he’s in earshot or give you a gift.

and this is what ends up working for him. he catches your parents wishing you a happy birthday and he absolutely lights up.

he decides to throw you a surprise party and goes to get supplies with April’s help, but on their way back to the lair they bump into you and you realize upon seeing the party supplies that they must have realized today was your birthday.

so you quickly tell them both not to tell the others. your birthday is a tricky day for you, you don’t like the extra attention and the last thing you want is a party.

Raph doesn’t get it. he sees birthdays as things to be celebrated but you’re visibly upset at the idea of celebrating and so he asks April to take the party supplies to her place.

and while she does that, Raph takes you down to his room to talk it over. he tries to understand things from your point of view, which you appreciate.

you try to explain that you have a rocky relationship with yourself, and that because of it you don’t particularly enjoy.

and honestly? Raph can understand that. but he also tells you that your birthday is important to him because you’re important to him.

it’s sweet, but you’re still adamant about not celebrating. so Raph settles on a compromise.

if you’re dating, he takes you out on a date. it’s just the two of you, and it’s very lowkey. he’ll take you somewhere nice in the hidden city and will end the night by giving you a little gift. he never outright wishes you a happy birthday, and instead uses the day as a chance to let you know how much he loves you.

if things are platonic between you guys, he just invites you to hang out with him and the others and makes sure they watch your favorite movie while eating pizza. again it’s lowkey and your birthday isn’t mentioned, it’s just his own way of making sure you get to enjoy a nice day where he and the others can celebrate you without you feeling overwhelmed.

Leo! 💙

Leo is an astrology bitch and he needs to know your birthday early on, so he asks you early on.

you lie to him, and he knows it because the vibes don’t fit at all. but he figures if he asks you again you’ll probably lie again, so he just evaluates you over the span of a few months and then narrows it down to a series of dates he thinks are your birthday.

and he takes that finished list to the one person he knows would be able to tell him if he was right or not - Donnie.

because Donnie knows these things about everyone. why? no one knows, no one dares to ask.

and lo and behold, one of the dates Leo has suspected was indeed your birthday.

which is great, but this leaves a big question in his mind - why did you lie in the first place?

he swings by your place the day after he gets his answer so he can talk to you about it.

and you have to admit, you’re stunned he was able to figure you out so easily. zodiac signs are not supposed to be that accurate.

he’s pretty pleased with himself, but Leo only lingers on that for a little bit before he gets more serious and asks you why you lied to him.

you don’t want to talk about it, but you know if you don’t explain yourself to him he’ll probably tell the others and make a big deal of it and you don’t want that.

so you confess. you have a lot of anxiety surrounding mortality and your birthday makes it a lot worse. so you usually just hunker down and try to ignore the day until it passes.

and Leo kind of gets it. he’s been more worried about mortality than he used to be himself.

so he does his best to make you feel heard. but at the same time, he does want to celebrate your birthday. he wants you to feel alive that day instead of hiding away. so you both agree to let the others know, but to not actually celebrate if you don’t want to.

instead, everyone agrees that you can come spend the day in the lair and decide what gets done that day. if you want to just sit around all day, they join you. if you want to go somewhere, they take you. it’s your day, and Leo and the others are happy to just be there with you.

but if there’s any romance between you and Leo, he does start gifting you with plants on your birthday. they’re never big, but they’re beautiful signs of life and he hopes that they’ll remind you to enjoy the beauty in living even when you’re trying not to think about what comes after.

Donnie! 💜

let’s not kid ourselves. Donnie knows your birthday.

don’t ask how or why. he just does and he’s not going to explain himself.

he asks you about a week before your birthday what you want to do and you tell him you’re not interested in celebrating at all.

you feel like you’re falling behind in life and your birthday makes you feel especially aware of your perceived shortcomings. so you try and ignore the day whenever it comes around.

the feeling is one Donnie knows well, feeling like he’s falling behind in areas others seem to thrive in. he’s done a lot but it feels like for all his successes, he has so many more failures.

either way, he gets your point and doesn’t really try to push it.

he decides to make your birthday a quiet affair. he invites you to the lair and the two of you will do something small together before catching a movie or going on an adventure with the others.

it becomes a day to just relax and focus on you instead of your deeds, because Donnie wants you to remember that your value isn’t tied to the things you’ve done or have yet to do.

you said he could tell the others if he wanted to so long as he tells them not to make a whole deal about it.

Donnie absolutely refuses to tell anyone though, unless they bribe him or come ask him about the specific date.

if you’re dating Donnie, he usually invites you to spend the night, and you two hang out in his lab. sometimes you do something together, other times you’ll each do your own thing and enjoy the company of the other.

a few times the two of you just play music and dance. you won’t tell him, but that’s your favorite way to spend the night.

Mikey, featuring April! 🧡💚

it actually takes Mikey a while to realize he doesn’t know when your birthday is.

and of course he has to figure it out, because birthdays are important! and he wants to celebrate yours!

but April tells him that you’ve always been tight-lipped about when your birthday is. she’s never known, and she’s known you for years.

her solution has always been to get you a gift on her own birthday, which you’ve always found sweet.

because of this, most people assume you and April share a birthday, but April assures Mikey that you guys don’t.

this confuses Mikey, but it doesn’t keep him from asking you when your birthday is. and like April said, you didn’t tell him.

so, Mikey and April resort to plan b: breaking into school.

it’s a covert, stealth mission. they break in, get into the administrative office, and go through student files until they find yours.

neither does anything with that information right away, because they really don’t know what to do.

it’s clear to them both that you don’t want to celebrate, and they don’t want to throw a party or anything and end up making you feel uncomfortable.

the two of them talk about it nearly every day for months, and before they know it it’s your birthday.

and they kind of just wing it.

you find two gifts outside your bedroom door. there’s no name or anything on either one, they’re just there for you.

and a couple of hours later, Mikey and April both show up wanting to take you out.

if you’re dating one of them, they come alone and take you out for an activity date before the other joins and the three of you grab lunch together.

they buy you a slice of cake and you know what it’s for but they never mention it and you don’t want to mention it either.

it’s just a thing the three of you do, and it warms your heart every year.

[fialawrence]

11/28/21: Fun morning at a new playground with Adam and Sarah and their daughters, Elliott and Freddy (not pictured), and then a bday party for Izzy, who’s 4. Lots of time with groups of older kids, which Larrie seems to find exciting but intimidating. The only time she looked completely carefree was when most of the people had left and she could roll around uninhibited on Izzy’s picnic blanket.

Also, she refused to eat dinner and is now crying in her crib and maybe starving to death. So I guess I’ll go in there. But anyway this is proof she was once happy.

[mimimarilynart]

THANK YOU LUV AAAAA LOOK AT THESE BEAUTIFUL BOYS <333333333333333

Ayunga & Zheng Yunlong ❤️

A birthday gift for my absolute bestest friend @mimimarilynart​! Thank you for always being there for me <3 

[creativefiend19]

Could you write us some Adam Parrish birthday sex? Because I kinda just wanna read it like you see it

Anon, this is the most flattering Ask ever.

But I can’t just dash off ficlets (and am in awe of people who can) + I need to be in a certain headspace to write smut + I have a chapter coming up in my fic of Adam Parrish getting some A1 birthday sex. So, I’m afraid I won’t be able to write something Today for you for Adam’s bday.

Instead, I offer you a glimpse of an unedited WIP scene in In One Piece, where Adam is being taken care of. It becomes Hella NSFW in the actual fic, but this part is quite sweet (well, by my standards anyway). I hope you enjoy it (Adam and Ronan surely do). It’s under the cut.

***

Ronan rolled his eyes. “Don’t you trust me, Parrish?”

“I don’t trust you to not blast the Murder Squash Song in my working ear and think it’s a hilarious joke.”

“Fuck you, asshole. That was one time - with Gansey. You want your ice-cream or not?” 

Adam nodded. Yes, he wanted some ice-cream and Ronan’s sundaes were glorious. And Ronan was in a mood. So - fine.

“Then close your eyes and play.”

There was suddenly something cold touching his lips and Adam realised Ronan was holding a...he put his tongue out tentatively and licked. And then opened his mouth and Ronan popped the strawberry into it.

Adam bit into the fruit, the juice of it exploding and drowning his senses.

Tart and sweet and lush and full of summer. It was like tasting a strawberry for the very first time. 

“Did you like it?” Ronan asked, his voice very close. 

“Yes,” Adam smiled despite himself. “It was a very good strawberry.”

“Okay.” Ronan sounded smug. “Again.”

Adam obeyed, and something creamy and salty was placed on his tongue.

“Cheese,” Adam said, around the wedge. God, it was so good. Had cheese always been this delicious?

“Yes, cheese. Very good, Harvard-boy.” Adam could almost hear the rolling of Ronan’s eyes.

“What? I was right!”

“Yes, well, cheese can also be processed plastic,” Ronan snorted in disgust. “This is a mature organic cheddar.”

“Yeah, well, excuse me Farmer-Boy,” Adam sneered back, “for not being a bougie gourmet snob like you. And what's a 'mature' cheddar anyway?” 

“God, we really need to educate your taste buds, Parrish. You're a disgrace to me.”

“I’m going to be living in freshman dorms and eating from vending machines. Probably better that my taste buds aren’t educated.”

 ... 

“Okay, enough guessing. I want my ice-cream now,” Adam said, decidedly.

“What're you, seven?” Ronan echoed hollowly from the depths of the fridge.

“C'mon, you said you’d make me my sundae if I played your stupid game,” Adam’s voice had a whine to it that he was not proud of.

“Patience.” Ronan's fingers were at his mouth again. “You’ll like this.”

Adam put his tongue out and licked the tip of Ronan’s finger.

Nutella.

Adam's favourite.

He chased after the hazelnutty sweetness until he had taken Ronan’s entire finger into his mouth, holding his wrist steady. Was there actually some salt in it? How had he never tasted that before?

As he single-mindedly licked and sucked on the chocolate (whoever invented Nutella should've seriously gotten the Nobel prize - this was happiness in a bottle), he became aware of the total silence in the kitchen.

Aside from Ronan’s harsh breathing.

Oh.

Oh.

***

Happy Adam Parrish’s birthday, Anon. I hope you enjoyed this. It’s very much a WIP, so it may change in the final posting.

Stay tuned for the rest and for Adam’s bday present in upcoming chapters of my fic. And thanks for your Ask!

[madeofstardust17]

Whumptober prompt 21. Hallucinations

Rating: G

Tw: none

Team as family

Oh boy is this angsty. There's a special bonus at the end bc it's my baby boy's bday.

...

The paladins of Voltron looked like scared teenagers.

They were teenagers, so young Shiro sometimes felt angry that they had to fight in a war, that he was leading a team of child soldiers. 

But today they looked like teens. Today, they weren’t the paladins of Voltron, they were lonely kids away from home. 

He scanned the room.

Lance was looking at the floor, hunched over with a sober look on his face. From time to time, his face would crumble as tears would spring to his eyes. He would shake his head and continue like nothing had happened. 

Hunk wasn’t moving at all, and was just covering his face with his hands.

Pidge’s face was blotchy and her eyes were bloodshot, but had stopped crying. 

And Keith just sat there, leaning into the sofa with his eyes closed, almost as if he were sleeping. 

Shiro ran a hand through his hair

“Guys” he called, they all looked at him “we have to talk about what happened”

Lance smiled humorlessly “there’s nothing to talk about” he said “we were captured and led to believe we were home, and then you woke us up and reality punched us in the face”

His voice shook slightly at the end.

No one spoke. 

And as Shiro opened his mouth to say something, Pidge scoffed and rubbed her eyes 

“Look at us, the mighty paladins of Voltron, falling to pieces because of some hallucinations” she barked out a laugh “We’re pathetic”

Shiro sprang up from his eat so fast everyone looked at him in shock.

“No” his voice was hard and even “I want you to listen to me very carefully” he lowered his tone, making it sound almost threatening. Lance and Hunk looked a bit scared but he didn’t care, he needed them to understand. 

He met everyone’s eyes one by one before speaking. 

“What happened today, those hallucinations, they’re psychological torture” he ran a hand through his hair again, suddenly nervous “I’ve seen it before, when I was a prisoner. I don’t know how they do it, but they make you see the people you want to see the most. Then those people ask you questions, regarding the information the galra want from you. If you still don’t answer them, the hallucination changes, and you see the people getting tortured” his expression darkened “I’ve seen the toughest aliens crying and pleading as they ‘see’ their loved ones tortured”

Silence filled the room. Finally, Pidge broke it 

“Have they ever used it on you? Is that why you were able to wake up?”

Shiro shook his head with a wry smile 

“No. They made me see my grandfather... and Adam” Keith, who was looking at the ground again, looked at him briefly, but quickly looked away when Shiro caught his eye.

“My grandfather was the one who raised me. He died shortly after I graduated from the Garrison”

Pidge looked down at her lap

“Oh”

More silence as they all lost themselves in their thoughts.

Shiro allowed this for a few minutes before he spoke again.

“We need to talk about it”

“Why?” He wasn’t surprised when he saw Keith tense up, already defensive. Shiro glared right back

“Because it’s important. Because we have been tortured today and I’d be one shitty leader if I let you walk out of here without talking about it” he looked around the room “now… who’s going to start?”

Silence again. Until…

“You all saw my reaction” Pidge huffed. Shiro was surprised, he had expected Pidge to be second-to-last, Keith being the obvious last. 

“I was crying until we reached the lions. I saw Matt, and my dad, and mom” she didn’t say anything for a few moments “is it wrong that I wanted to stay there? That I wanted to believe it was real?”

“No” Lance told her. He looked like he wanted to reach out and hug her, but looked scared about the reaction. He met Shiro’s eye, asking, and Shiro nodded subtly. Lance put an arm around Pidge. She leaned into him.

“I left my mom alone” she said, and her voice sounded unusually high “she doesn’t know if I’m alive. I told myself that I was doing the right thing when I ran away, but-“ her voice broke

“You feel guilty” Lance finished. She nodded, a few tears running down her cheeks.

“Katie” Pidge looked up, looking at Shiro with big honey eyes, which seemed amplified by the tears.

“We’re going to find your family. And when we do, because we will, you’re going to get them home, and you’re going to give your mom the biggest hug and apologize. And you’ll probably be grounded for the rest of your life” he said the last phrase quickly, and smiled when it made her laugh.

“Yeah” she agreed, rubbing her eye.

It wasn’t a perfect fix, Shiro told himself, but at least she had gotten it out of her chest. 

When she didn’t speak anymore, Shiro looked at the three boys.

And this time it was Hunk who spoke up.

He looked pale, and his eyes were widened with horror.

“I was telling my parents about voltron” he said, and Shiro’s heart sank.

“How much?” 

“I was telling them about you when you woke me up”

Shiro nodded, exhaling slowly 

“They already know a lot about me, I doubt the learnt much”

“I’m so sorry” 

His eyes were filled with tears, and he looked like he was going to be sick.

“It’s okay, Hunk” Shiro smiled at him “you didn’t do any harm”

“I knew there was something off, I could feel it” His voice was unusually husky now, and he was staring at the floor, as if transfixed.

“Hunk. Look at me”

He did, and a few tears escaped his red eyes. 

“You have great instincts, Hunk. Listen to them. Something doesn’t feel right? You come tell me, or whoever you are with at the moment. Your gut hasn’t failed us yet” 

Hunk nodded, sending his way a small but truthful smile. 

Shiro gave Hunk a few moments to add something, and when he didn’t, he turned to the youngest of the boys

“Lance?”

Shiro had been surprised when Lance hadn’t been first to share, as he usually was. Now he looked more like Keith, defensive and closed off.

“I’ve already told” he said, crossing his arms “I thought I was home, and reality punched me in the face”

“You miss your home” 

Lance nodded curtly, and then flicked away a tear like it was a pesky fly.

“It doesn’t matter” 

“It does matter, Lance”

“It doesn’t. Being homesick won’t defeat Zarkon, and I’ve already bothered you all with this before-“

“You’re not a bother, Lance” Shiro cut him off. Lance hung his head but didn’t respond. 

There was silence for a few moments.

“The thing about leaving a home…” Shiro looked at Keith, eyes wide. Keith continued, not looking away from Lance “is that the only way to quell homesickness is to find people that become home”

Lance went to speak, looking doubtful

“Take it from a kid who’s been in the system since he was eight”

The smirk that he sent Lance was gentle, not at all like he’s usual ones. 

“Does it ever stop?” His voice was hoarse 

“Not completely” Keith didn’t hesitate. 

Lance seemed thankful Keith had told the truth, and smiled at him. 

“I saw my dad” Keith said, leaning back and closing his eyes “big surprise there, he’s the only one I miss”

“Hey, Keith?” Pidge seemed hesitant. Keith hummed in question 

“Do you ever miss earth?” 

Keith opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, thinking about it

“Sometimes. I miss sunsets, and my hoverbike, and my shack” he glanced at Pidge and smiled “but like I said, you guys are my home” 

Everyone smiled, and Shiro felt pride rising in his chest. 

He remembered the lonely, angry kid he had met, and marveled at the young man that sat in front of him. 

“Shiro?” 

Shiro jumped a bit, looking at Pidge 

“What?”

“You need to say something too” Shiro frowned

“I already said” 

“That didn’t count”

Shiro thought about it. 

He couldn’t deny seeing Adam had made his heart ache, like an old wound in bad weather. 

“I made peace with my grandfather’s death a long time ago, but I guess it hurt seeing Adam again, so happy to see me”

It was Lance who spoke this time 

“Do you still love him?”

“I… Yeah” he said softly “I do” he scoffed “but I doubt he would take me back even if he hadn’t found someone else. I messed up”

“Yeah you did” 

Shiro turned to look at Keith.

“When you disappeared, we stuck together for a while” he huffed out a laugh “we either cursed you to oblivion or we’d praise you”

He smiled, and then it faltered 

“God, we were so hurt” 

He looked at shiro, his eyes hard

“I don’t know if he’ll take you back, but I can promise you, he loved you even when you left”

Shiro smiled at him, a little sadly, but a little hopeful too.

“Thank you, Keith”

He looked around at his team.

The guilty, the sorry, the hurt and the mourning.

But he also saw something else in their expressions, the strange sort of peace that you get when you’re surrounded by loved ones.

By family.

And shiro knew he had done well today.

…

A bonus for Keith’s b-day:

They all lingered in the lounge room that night after dinner, instead of going to their bedrooms as usual. 

Every time Shiro brought up going to bed, they would all try to ignore the comments. 

Finally, the conversation drifted off, leaving a tense silence. 

Shiro sighed. Teenagers 

“Alright” he called “who wants to stay here tonight”

They all raised their hands.

10 minutes later, they were all laying down in the middle of the circle the couched formed. 

They lay in their usual places: Shiro sandwiched between Keith and Pidge, Hunk in pidges other side, and Lance next to Keith, although this particular combination usually ended in bickering, and the two boys sulking as they were hit with multiple pillows. 

Not tonight though.

Tonight they were all pleasantly dozing, maybe a little closer than they usually were, but no one pointed it out.

Pidge’s clocked bipped, signaling midnight. 

Shiro turned to his side

“Hey, Keith?”

“Yeah?” He mumbled 

“Happy birthday kiddo” he muttered, dropping a kiss on his head. 

Keith's eyes opened

“Oh. Right”

They looked at each other before Keith huffed out a laugh 

“I can’t believe you remembered”

“I can’t believe you forgot”

“Shut uuuupppp” Pidge moaned 

“It’s Keith’s birthday” Shiro said. Keith groaned and buried his face on his pillow.

Pidge immediately sat up, wide awake. 

“Whoa, really?”

“Why didn’t you tell, Mullet?” Lance whacked Keith’s shoulder 

“I forgot” he mumbled, still buried underneath his pillow.

“Tomorrow- or later today I suppose- I’ll make those cookies you like so much” Hunk said.

That got Keith to abandon his hiding place. 

He looked at Hunk hopefully

“Really?”

Hunk was weak to those big indigo eyes 

“Of course” 

He beamed at him, his whole face lighting up. 

“We should all go raid Coran’s alcohol stash” Lance said “I know for a fact that he has more than nunvill in there”

“Absolutely not” Shiro spoke up, voice hard 

“You’re no fun” Lance pouted. Keith snickered, feeling warm inside.

Silence followed, only broken by

“Happy birthday, Keith”

“Happy birthday, man”

“Happy b-day, buddy” 

Keith grinned

“Thanks guys”

…

“You know, tomorrow I could cut your mullet, it’d be my birthday present to-“

“GOOD NIGHT LANCE”

...

Would you look at that? Not a cheesy ending. Comments give me life :)

[knowltonsrangers]

hi! Thanks for the John Adams fluff!! I have another ask! So hi! Hi! Hi! Hope your doing well dear! today was my birthday and I was wondering if I could have a birthday preference with a few boys? Maybe Turn! George Washington, 1776 John Adams, and 1776 Thomas Jefferson?As always if you don’t want to do it or it is too much to ask for you don’t have to do it! Anyway sending lots of love my dear!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[a/n: hi hi!!! I hope you are doing great! And omg HAPPY BDAY!! 🎉 i love all of ur requests!!! I hope u enjoy!, much love sent your way! ❤️]

TURN! George Washington 

•ohhhh boy.

• I know George tends to be a tad forgetful, but this is soMETHING HE WOULDN’T FORGET FOR THE WORLD

• holidays and important dates (such as ones birthday) are very very imperative to him.

• definitely has your birthday circled in red sharpie on his calendar. May or may not have added red hearts but that’s a secret shhh.

• really won’t be crazy about it, but it will be sentimental and 100% about you.

• He’s a yes man that day. Whatever you want.

• he’ll ask you what you want to do for the night, and says yes without any hesitation. if you are kinda indecisive (like me) and ask him for suggestions, he will propose things he knows you enjoy. 

• george asked Lafayette and Hamilton for advice on romantic gestures. 10/10 would not recommend again.

• here’s a random thing I headcanon TURN!George to do:

• buys flowers according to meaning.

• not based on which are the prettiest or the most traditional.

• I think I did a fic with Ensign Baker and tulips???

• but yeah. He will buy you flowers according to meaning and you google it later and can’t help but feel your heart melt inside.

• really really likes snuggles and oh jeez how can he say no?

• he’s a babey at heart.

• wow !!! What a man!!!

• I really recommend spending ur birthday with Georgie!!

1776! John Adams

• can u imagine him in a lil pink birthday hat ok sorry I’m continuing

• if it was up to him, he’d spend the whole day with you.

• but he can’t. Cause his job sucks.

• BUT when he gets home??? Oh boi

• big hug and asks you about a billion times how old you are turning as if he didn’t know.

• probably told the whole floor of his office that it was your birthday

• and that’s why you have 23 new texts and 14 unread emails

• really enjoys this kinda stuff. You wouldn’t have guessed it, but he is saccharine about these kind of things 

• he loves to joke around 

• and getting to see you smile is the absolute highlight of his week.

•  loves doing special things for those he cares about.

• however, like George, he is not insane about it. It’s your day.

• the one thing he does insist on is taking you out for an hour or so. 

• depending on the season, I have a couple HC’s:

• spring; likes to take you to a park and y’all just sit on a bench and talk. Nice!

• fall; grab coffee and go on a nice walk through the busy sidewalks.

• winter; hot chocolate and a short walk to a bookstore or museum

• summer; beach! The beach!

• Wow wow what a sweetie !

• I really recommend spending ur birthday with Johnny!

1776! Thomas Jefferson

• ya ok Thomas will 29848493939% wake up early and try to give you kisses before he is off to work.

• but you have 15 more mins before you have to get up for work :/

• buuuut sleep vs. tom kisses

• tom kisses wins

• has a little more pep than he usually does. and for very vital reasons!

• he really enjoys making an unnecessary fuss about the whole day. Tom loves you, and he will show it, words and actions alike. 

• he is more of a homebody, but will not object to any ideas you propose for the day. hot pockets and the Jungle Book? he’s all for it

• tom is most likely to race to beat you home and surprise you

• he is very playful, bc as an introvert, he garners all his energy from you. He enjoys all his alone time with you, and it makes him so happy.

• so, he wants to make you happy on your special day!

• you come home, tired and achy, and the first thing that comes out of your mouth is a shout bc the smell of smoke is so pungent

• burnt brownies? it’s perfect all the same

• expect a very very snuggly Thomas. Not that he isn’t usually very affectionate, he just absolutely adores you and your special day.

• he can and will carry you to bed.

• the absolute unit Thomas Jefferson is.

• if y’all decide to head outside, he is ecstatic when you tug him along into a bookstore 

• :D

• he loves you, so much. such a good boy

• I really recommend spending ur birthday with Tom!

[ tag list! : @shieldblacksailsonfrontier @thefanficnerd @simvez @viper-official ]

[emphasis-all-mine]

Em's VLD S7 Predictions/Wishlist

Putting these down bc once upon a time I correctly guessed Keith's bday before it was announced (I couldn't decide if he was more Libra or Scorpio and I have a BFF* just past the Libra/Scorpio cusp and I was like "I bet he's 10/23 like she is because of that blend of traits they share" and they announced it and I was like WHY DIDNT I WRITE THAT DOWN FFFF) so here's me learning from my mistakes:

I will cry at several points

New opening credits PLEASE?!?! Let Allura be flying Blue you COWARDS.

Adam will be even prettier in HD

The Family Feud episode will be supremely meta

The thing with the rumored images of Keith in Lance's jacket will finally come up and it's going to be a bodyswap episode. I'm calling it right here and right now. Maybe they have to go into cryosleep for the journey home and there’s a malfunction during testing and then BODYSWAP so I die happy.

Shiro. White Lion. Just saying.

I will start hardcore shipping Hunk and Romelle as friends if not more

Jeremy will voice Lance speaking Spanish and I will die again

Krolia is secretly the leader of the Marmora and/or her and Kolivan are old friends but she ranks higher and roasts him or they have a friendly rivalry mirroring SOME OTHER RELATIONSHIP HMMMM

Space Wolf will be named after Keith's dad

Hunk will get jealous that everyone has space pets but him and adopts strange fauna against all logic and it doesn't end well or he ends up cry-eating it in a Homer Simpson & Mr. Pinchy twist.

At one point Lance stands on his toes to be just a little taller than Keith

Allura fucking FINALLY shapeshifts again maybe to help teach Romelle? Or to be taller than both Lance and Keith and shut them down.

More yellow eyed and fangy Keefers

SHADAMADASHIADAMSHIROSHADAMADASHIYESTHANKYOUMOREPLZ

*my BFF is the reason Paper Skin exists and she has no idea what she has done I owe her a big thing of cider and hugs.

[creaturebehavior]

the longer it’s been since I left adam the happier i am that it’s over, and the sadder I am that it ever started. and the more nervous I am to talk to him again. I feel like I need so much more space. I don’t know if he’s out of rehab yet or not but I hope he still needs space too and doesn’t call me right away.

my biggest regret is the trip we went on for our bdays. cos I wasn’t doing okay. and we fought all week. then went out of town and binged drugs and fought worse than we ever have. then we got pulled over cos we were fighting in public and someone called the cops I guess. and he was driving my car without a license because he had gotten more sleep than me and I told him I couldn’t drive. so now he has to deal with that ticket out of town and go to court and shit and he was so pissed at me cos I should have been driving. and he was also pissed at himself for agreeing to drive when he knew he shouldn’t have been. but he took the anger out on me. things after that trip got worse and worse. I still feel so yucky inside about it all. we never should have gone on that trip. we planned it before the fire and everything. and i was saw raw it was like two weeks after it happened and we went on this trip that was supposed to be chill, fun and romantic. but everything was so bad. and he wanted me to be normal and not still shell shocked and dissociated and processing and grieving and confused and angry and lost and alone feeling and suicidal and everything bad. and I just blame myself so much for going. cos i knew i wasn’t okay. I blame myself for making him drive. he could have not driven, but I probably asked him to drive more than once. I honestly can’t remember. maybe I only asked him one time. I don’t know what happened, like I said there were a lot of drugs and very little sleep as well as extreme dissociation. but he really screamed at me about it, especially when we were breaking up. it was both our faults. but I wish none of it happened and I wish I could take it back.

he got a DUI abiut a week later. which hurts to think about. but I don’t know why things happen. I do know i’m happy it pushed him to finally go to inpantient rehab. I really hope it helps him.

[deeeelightfuldee]

What do you really think about where you live? I love it here. I love the weather. I love the views, I love the small town feel. I think its all about watering your own grass, man Relationship status? In a relationship Is anyone’s smile etched into your memory? definitely Your mom tells you she’s pregnant, you say? lol im pretty sure thats not possible but if it were somehow, Id be like alright! When was the last time you actually wrote someone a letter? ummmm maybe like a year ago Have you kissed anyone in the past 27 days? yes Last person you shared food with? mom i think Have you been a happy, angry, or sad person lately? happy mostly.  How long did your shortest relationship last? couple months Has there been anyone particular on your mind at all today? yes Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants, or pajama pants? shorts Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you? Of course Do you need to say anything to someone? I don’t think there is anything like “oh thats really left unsaid” its just so much id like to say but is not being heard Do you think before you speak? majority of the time What was the last movie you watched? im going thru some movies on disney+ Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms? yea but its been a very, very long time When was the last time you wore a dress? couple days ago What’s the last thing you put in your mouth? propel orange raspberry Is it easy for someone to make you smile/laugh? definitely. im a naturally very happy person How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? umm When was the last time you laid in bed with someone else? mom and i watched a murder show on her bed the other day What’s something you remember about kindergarten? I was homeschooled so there isnt a huge distinction of time in those memories for me Plans for this week? a lot is up in the air. most of the week is spent by myself cus Z is in cali, mom is in FL, K is with adam. but I have a long list of stuff to do this week so thats okay. Is there a person you talk to everyday with?: absolutely Does one of your parents ever complain to you about the other parent?: my dad did my entire childhood, he knows now i would NEVER entertain talk about mom. mom doesnt bring up dad ever unless someone else has discussed him. but honestly, we discussed all the dad things years ago. If you have a webcam, do you take more pictures or make more videos with it?: videos When was the last time you felt lonely?: ive been feeling lonely lately but thats just the process of change i guess Who was the last person you wished a “Happy Birthday” to?: jason What was the last food/drink that dyed your tongue a different color?:  a slushie I had Is there any upcoming festivals happening in the place you live?: not to my knowledge. it’s really cold still. When was the last time you threw a party?: Chip’s bday a few weeks ago Does your best friend have a job?: yes Have you ever sat in your room in the dark?: yep! Do you usually take home leftovers if you eat out in a restaurant?: if i have enough to have leftovers, oh heck yeah. its my favorite when i have leftovers Have you ever ghost ride the whip (put your car on auto and dance next to it as it’s moving)? Do you want to?: no. no. What are you listening to? toy story 4 and some country music faintly coming from the kitchen and the cars driving past my street. Name a quote from the thing you are listening to? i’m gabby gabby, and i love you What does your last text say? “Im serious -- let’s plan going to the smokies pls, pls” Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? no Last missed call? i missed a couple last night cus im really not a fan of taking my phone off silent Last person you talked on the phone with? Z Do you like vitamin water? i do! Have you ever hated someone, but ended up being friends with them? only once with J but those days have gone What do you think of people who have sex before marriage? I think most people are fine with sex before marriage. I don’t want that because I really want my future spouse to share that intimacy with me and to not feel like i’m always comparing memories to current times or anything like that. i think its cool to save that sort of stuff when possible Do you believe that what comes around goes around? not always. I think sometimes people do crappy things and do end up having consequences they don’t enjoy. but i also think some people do crappy things and never feel ramifications of those actions.  Where is one place you want to visit? switzerland Are you pissed off about anything? no

[peetabreadgirl]

Writer’s Block, CH7

Here it is! Thanks @litlifelover for the gif suggestion! I’m going to use it because there is a stay moment here. Thanks also to everyone that gave their gif opinion! I think we can all agree we just like Everlark together, however we can get them there. So here’s a little ‘togetherness’ for you. Read on AO3 or FFnet if you like. And happy continued bday to @katnissdoesnotfollowback. It’s almost time again! Lol. I’m slow....

“Done.”

 I open one eye and stare at Peeta, sitting cross-legged next to me on my bed with his computer in his lap. The bright glow of the screen is the only lighting in the room. It’s two in the morning and our project is due in 6 hours. He’s been re-reading and editing here and there while I fell asleep. I don’t know how he’s still awake.

 “Really?” My voice is raspy from sleep and my eye closes, too heavy to care that it’s finally finished. But my body feels weightless at the news.

 “Really.” I listen to the click of the laptop closing, the sliding of it onto my nightstand before he says softly, “It’s late. I should go.” He stands from the bed but doesn’t get far before my hand is around his wrist. I let my fingers slide down, tangling with his.

 “Stay?”

He doesn’t hesitate, nodding and stripping off his shirt before he climbs back onto the bed. My eyes are suddenly not so heavy, but it’s too dark to see much, so I turn over as Peeta curls around me, pulling a blanket over us. His arm across my stomach is comforting, and the warmth of his body would lull me right to sleep, but there’s something pressing against me that’s not going to allow that.

 Peeta’s hips flex once, and my lungs stop working. His breath ghosts across my neck and cheek, my mind racing and heart starting to thump harder. He doesn’t move again. Eventually his breathing evens out and I know he’s asleep. I’m not sure if I’m relieved or disappointed. A mixture of both maybe?

 I inhale deeply and try to go to sleep. Since it seems Peeta can do it so easily after being turned on, I should be able to as well. But no. An hour later, I’m still staring at the plain off-white wall, turned dingier by the lack of lighting. My eyes are big enough to set tea cups on and drier than the desert. I bet I haven’t blinked in seven minutes. I rub them closed and huff a big sigh, which causes Peeta to shuffle and his hand moves from my ribs to my lower stomach. An instant surge of need hits me. Shit.

 And it’s not going away. Not with him so close. If anything, it’s getting worse. Or better, depending on how I want to look at it. I count sheep to keep from thinking that the only things separating our private parts are four minimal layers of clothing - my sleep pants, Peeta’s basketball shorts, and our underwear.

 I don’t mean to wiggle my butt and push into him, but I can’t help it. He breathes and adjusts, turning his hips slightly away from me and repositions his hand back to my ribs. Not exactly what I had in mind.

 What do I do now? I guess I could get up to go to the bathroom and take care of it myself. At least it would help me get some sleep out of this busted night. But I’m too…  something to move. Too nervous or too aroused. Should I just wake him up and ask? No. I can feel my cheeks turn scarlet at the mere thought of it. We haven’t done more than steal a few kisses over the last week. There just hasn’t been time between work and school.

 But there is now.

 I wiggle against him a second time. “Peeta?” It’s a whisper, just to test if he’s fallen into deep sleep yet.

 “Mmm,” is his sleepy response and he snuggles close to me again, but goes still. I lace my fingers through his, wiggling once more before I give up. This night is going to suck. I’ve decided to close my eyes and ignore my body when his fingers curl in deliciously against my bare stomach where my shirt has ridden up. Sparks ignite inside me as he starts to draw lazy circles with every one of his fingertips.

 “Aren’t you tired?” he asks in a sleep-roughened voice.

 My heart beats a few times as I decide how best to answer. “No,” I whisper truthfully. His lips touch the bare skin of my shoulder while his hand continues to create delicate art above the waist of my pants. I can’t help reaching behind me and sinking my fingers into his hair. He groans and flattens his palm against my belly, pulling my hips into his. I can feel him again, but my concentration is lost when his fingers wander further south.

 “Katniss?” His lips are at my ear now. The warm breath that tickles me also lights me on fire. My lips are pressed together so hard my only response is a muffled, “Mmm?”

 “Can I touch you?”

 I don’t say anything. I am physically incapable of speech right now, so I cover his hand with mine, guide it to the waistband of my pants and push it underneath, letting him know without words that I want him to touch me. I need him to touch me. Sleeping next to him even for the few nights we have has turned into sweet torture. To hell with slow.

 When his fingers sink between my legs, my toes curl. It’s exactly what I’ve been waiting for, but way too soon he removes his hand. My chest almost explodes with disappointment until I realize he’s tugging on the elastic sitting lower on my hips than it was moments ago. His lips hover just below my left earlobe, and the warmth of his breath raises tiny bumps across all of my body when he asks me, “Can you take these off?” Again, I say nothing. Just shed my clothing like he wants. I’ll do anything he asks right now.

 His hand returns to the place I want - no need - it most, and my body is on a climb to the top of an imaginary mountain. Every stroke of his finger is a step towards the peak, and when I finally get there, there’s no time to spend ogling the view. I jump off the other side without a parachute. Weeks of frustration and longing shatter beneath his touch as I sail to the valley below. It’s even better than the first time it happened in his apartment and I wonder how soon we’ll be doing that again, out loud apparently because he answers with a soft laugh.

 “Anytime you want. That was amazing.” He nuzzles my neck with his nose as I float down from my spectacular high. My body sags against his as he cocoons me from behind, completely and utterly relaxed. He doesn’t try to go any further than that. If I had the energy I might wonder why, since the story is technically finished and there will be no more adding to it. No opportunity to write our experiences as Julia’s and Adam’s. But I don’t bother to analyze it, and in no time at all I’m drifting off.

“It’s a big, big, big daaaa-aaaay!” Professor Trinket sing-songs at the beginning of class on Monday. “Hopefully, you all sent your submissions in to my email by the start of class. I’ve already seen a few that I can’t wait to read.” Professor Trinket claps her hands together and gives me a pointed look. There’s a gleam in her eyes that makes me certain ours will be first. And probably read more thoroughly than any other. It causes a bit of a nervous flutter, but then Peeta’s knee knocks into mine and he gives me a smile that almost makes me not care about what the professor thinks. I got something even better than a perfect grade out of this project. Something that rooted itself inside me and grew before I knew what was happening.

 I return his smile, unable to imagine what life was like before him, and then I blush, looking away quickly when I remember what happened in my bed last night. Peeta was gone before I got up, leaving me half asleep with a quick kiss to the back of my head, so I didn’t have the opportunity to be embarrassed around him. Which is what’s happening now.

 “Obviously there’s no way I can read all of these in a week, so I’ll task you with one more assignment, which will also be part of your final grade.” My attention snaps from last night’s events to the present at the professor’s statement. Everything around me is forgotten. “You will read and review another group’s project - no skimming,” she warns. “You have until end of class Friday. Time starts now, class. Chop chop.”

 I look at Peeta, always so calm and collected. The exact opposite of how I’m feeling right now. Most of our story is about us. Me. Finding my way through my own sexuality and a boy I despised but came to... like a lot. I only recently became okay about Peeta and Professor Trinket reading it, and now I have to let more people in? This can’t be happening.

 Before I can collect my thoughts, Cato looks past me to Peeta. “You guys want to switch?”

 My breathing stops as Peeta looks around at the other pairs, already partnering up and says, “Sure,” before I can scream No! at the top of my lungs. I can’t fault him, though. He has no idea how uncomfortable Cato makes me feel. Should I tell him?

 “Here,” Cato says, placing a sheet of paper in front of me. “Write down your email and number for me.” I panic, grateful I don’t have a number but I don’t want Cato to have any way to contact me. I’d rather him not even know my name. Or that I exist as a person.

 I grab my things faster than I ever have and excuse myself, not meeting either of their stares even though I can feel them burning into me. “Actually, I have to go. Peeta can you handle that? Thanks.” I don’t wait for a response before I’m barreling towards the exit.

 I go on with my day, tense and anxious for most of it. I try desperately not to think about the last leg of the project. I am also trying not to plan Professor Trinket’s slow death. I partially succeed at the first one. I tell myself every ten minutes that it’ll all be over in a matter of days, and while it’s true, it doesn’t make letting a stranger into the doc any less daunting.

 It’s not until later when I’m in my room that Peeta knocks on my door. I open it and find him leaning against the frame, a curious look in his eyes. “Are you okay?” he asks as I push the door all the way open in invitation. He shoves off his shoulder and walks in, closing the door behind him. I plop down on my bed, fold my legs under me and shrug my shoulders.

 Peeta follows, sinking slowly next to me and places his hand on my knee, shaking it lightly. “Talk to me.”

 From anyone else, the statement would come off demanding, but with the person who’s come to mean more to me than almost anyone, it’s an opportunity to purge my feelings in a safe place. Something I’ve never really had before.

 “I was just surprised that we have to share our story with other students, and honestly Cato is not the person I would have chosen to review it.” I shiver at the thought of what the brute will have as ammunition after he reads it. “He’s kind of a creep and now he has my email.”

 Peeta squeezes my knee in what feels like an apology. “He doesn’t have your email.”

 “He doesn’t?”

 “No. I didn’t want to partner up with him, either, but it seemed like everyone else was already taken. But I wasn’t about to give another guy my girlfriend’s information anyway, so I just gave him mine.”

 I’m almost compelled to tell him I love him right then, and I might have if it hadn’t been for the word he just used. “Girlfriend?” I can feel one brow inch its way up my forehead. We haven’t talked about it and I haven’t given any thought to labeling us. I’m not sure I want to. I don’t want to ruin the easy feeling between us.

 “Yeah,” he replies, his hand inching up my thigh, making me lose focus on our conversation. Then his brow creases as his hand pauses. “Are you okay with that?”

 I swallow and my eyes flutter. I want him to stop talking and finish where I think this is going, but I know he’s going to want an answer. I don’t have one for him right now, partly because he’s touching me and partly because I haven’t had time to think about what it means, so I answer his question with one of my own. “Are you?”

 He leans in and his lips are so close I can feel the smile on them. “I’ve been okay with it since the day I met you.” And then he kisses me. Something in my chest flutters. I stop thinking and fall back on the bed, Peeta following without breaking the kiss. He’s on top of me and his weight is like a welcome home hug. Except way more indecent.

 One of his legs finds its way between mine as his tongue divides my lips and conquers my mouth. I raise my white flag of surrender by driving my hips into his. I can feel his hardness pressing against my thigh. He grunts and one of his hands slides down my side to rest at my hip. He squeezes and it feels urgent.

 Our kiss speeds up, my pulse with it, and I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him tight to me. Our hips are in a rhythm that feels so natural and… primal. I can feel his length sliding against me, but I want to know more. I need to know what it feels like in my hand. I want to see if I can make him feel good, too.

 His hand begins its descent between my legs and for a split second I forget all about wanting to do something for him.

 “Peeta, wait.” I say through our kiss. He freezes, his body tensing above me.

 “‘I’m sorry-”

 “No, it’s not that, it’s um, I want to…” Just tell him you want to touch him.

 Peeta must think he knows what I’m trying to say, because his eyes widen and he drops his weight off to the side of me, scrubbing a hand over his face and uttering a soft curse. “I, uh, didn’t bring anything with me.”

 I raise up on my elbows to stare down at him and narrow my eyes, trying to decipher what he would need to bring with him other than his cock, which is definitely present, when I realize he means a condom. “Oh! No I didn’t mean - I just wanted to t-touch… you,” I stumble around the words, not able to meet his gaze. Instead, my eyes land on the very large object in question. I don’t want to look away but I know I should. Shouldn’t I? Then it moves. Just the tiniest twitch, and my eyes flick to his, dark sapphires now.

 I sit up on my knees and reach for the hem of his shirt, pushing it up a little. “Can I?” My fingers itch and my stomach is a ball of nerves. The good kind I guess, because they’re not holding me back. He nods and his eyelids shutter a few times before he closes them. It’s a bit of a relief not to have him watching my first attempt at pleasuring a man. I’m not a hundred percent sure what to do, so I recall a few scenes from my reading. Scenes that at first made me cringe, but now make my mouth water and my legs tighten when I think about them.

 I release the brass button of his jeans and drag the zipper down. Peeta helps by raising his hips and pushing them even further. I’m unprepared for the way it springs up at me and I jolt a little. It’s just… standing there. I bite my lip, watching as it twitches again. A quick glance at Peeta and he’s watching me as intently as I’m watching it.

 He breathes out a shaky breath that sounds like my name, and that’s all it takes for me to reach out and grip it in my hand. It’s warm and the skin is soft.

 “Fuck.” The curse is quick and soft, freezing me in place.

 “Did I hurt you?” I loosen my already loose grip.

 Peeta shakes his head and one side of his mouth lifts barely in a crooked grin. “Here,” he says as he puts his hand over my own. “Grip it tighter like - fuck - yeah... like that.” He guides my hand up and down and when I’ve got the hang of it I move his hand away and straddle his thighs.

 “Holy shit, you’re gonna… kill… me,” he says between breaths. I bite back a smile. I was always a fast learner. “Feels… so good.” His groans mixed with his affirming words make me feel so empowered. Like I can do anything. I’ve got the world at my fingertips instead of just his cock.

 His hips start to pulse in time with my hand and he grabs fistfuls of my comforter. I can feel the dampness in my panties. I fight back the urge to rub myself on his leg, but it’s no use. My body joins the same rhythm as my hand and his hips, like a well-timed harmony.

 I wonder what would happen if I just stop thinking and let my body take complete control. I’m tempted to give in and see, but Peeta tenses beneath me. I watch, mesmerized, as his his eyes close tight and his lips purse together. When his hand wraps around the top of his cock, I freeze again, unsure if I should let go or keep going.

 “Don’t stop,” he grunts, as warm liquid trickles down my hand. I start pumping until he stills my movement and lets out a deep, shuddering breath.

 “Katniss, that was amazing.” Peeta says softly, his face tilted to the ceiling, eyes still closed and lips parted. I feel like I just aced a test and got the extra credit.

 “Yeah?” I ask, finally letting go to survey the mess on my hand and his body. It’s gooey and… weird. I grab a few tissues from my desk and hand them to Peeta, then clean myself. It’s strange how satisfied I feel after doing that to him, and he hasn’t even done anything to me yet. I guess he doesn’t need to. I’d be happy to lay next to him and take a nap.

 I sit back on the bed, Peeta still laying there with his eyes closed and a contented look to his features. He’s mostly covered again, except for a sliver of muscled abs. He cracks one eye open when he feels my weight next to him, and I have no time to react as he lunges up and grabs me, twisting us so that I’m pinned underneath him. I’ve never been wrestled before but I have to admit that I may take up the sport.

 “Your turn,” he says with an adorably crooked smile. He laces his fingers with mine, raising them to the pillow above my head. Then, he nudges my chin to the side with his nose and I feel his lips on my neck. The nap I wanted evaporates like drops of water in the driest climate.That satisfaction I said I felt? It’s long gone. And in it’s place is a hunger I’ve only acted on over the last few weeks.

 “Katniss?” he asks as one of his hands skims from my hand all the way to my waist and under the hem of my shirt. His fingers draw figure eights on my skin, up and up and up. He stops just below my breast. It’s difficult, but I use my words and give him the permission he seeks to make me feel good.

 He pinches and rolls my nipples between his fingers for a long time, making me squirm and arch beneath him before he undresses my bottom half and parts my legs. He caresses my inner thighs and I can feel his breath hit my center. My pulse thunders in my ears and my chest rises and falls, more labored than a sweatshop in China.

 Peeta takes an inordinate amount of time exploring the flesh around my hips and down my legs. He kisses my calves, licks the underside of one of my knees, and bites the inside of my thigh. I both love it and hate it. I wiggle my hips at him, growing more frustrated by the second.

 “Touch me,” slips out in a panted plea.

 “I was thinking maybe, if you want me to, I could… go down on you.”

 I tense when I realize he means he wants to put his face there. I know guys do it. I’ve overheard a few girls talk about it before and I thought it was disgusting. How could someone let a human being put their face down there? Bodily functions happen from there. But now, with Peeta so close, I don’t have the same grossed out feelings, but I also don’t know if I want him to do that.  

 “We don’t have to.” he says, his hands skimming my legs before he crawls up my body. He kisses me and I relax a little.

 “Thank you,” I whisper. “Can we just… kiss for a little while?” The desire I felt moments ago isn’t quite as strong, and I feel like I need to slow down. His answer is just to kiss me again, soft and slow, with no end in sight. His hands don’t venture any place other than my hair, cheeks and neck, and it’s not long before we’re holding each other and falling asleep.

It’s Wednesday and I’m at work, sitting in the box office with a Marie Claire magazine I discreetly snagged off the table of the students’ lounge the day before. One of the articles is about oral sex and, curious, I want to see what all the fuss is about. Maybe get some tips on what to do or how to prepare. I’m mainly concerned with whether or not Peeta will think I’m gross after the fact. Pubic hair and body fluids aren’t exactly sexy in my book, but I’ve learned over the length of this project that whatever I have an aversion to, learning about it helps me understand. Take the edge off whatever reservations I’ve built up over time.

 The main question I have is does he really want to do that? According to Marie, he’s fantasized about it. The article is fascinating, though, and what I thought was going to be a cringey read is getting me a little excited and making me feel strangely desired.

 I’m insatiable for more on this subject, and I’m rounding out my third read-through when I glance up at some movement on the curb and see Cato strolling towards the building. I stash the magazine hastily like I’ve been caught by my mother with porn. When he’s only ten yards away my heart leaps to my throat. I’m sure I won’t be able to form any words, which is ironic considering mere words can’t express how badly I don’t want to interact with him.

 The thought dawns on me that he’s here for me and not to see a movie. It’s matinee time on a Wednesday. The only people who ever come to see movies during this time are the elderly and mothers with toddlers. He is neither of those and he’s alone. Smiling unnervingly. It’s not an ugly smile, and if I didn’t get a bad feeling every time he’s in my vicinity, he might actually be attractive. But I do.

 His hulking frame takes up most of the window space. “Everdeen,” he says, tapping his fingers on the outside counter. I clear my throat to speak into the microphone.

 “Can I help you?” I pray that being professional and aloof will hurry up whatever this is. Maybe he really is here to see a movie. By himself. In the middle of the day. His smile grows wider, showing bright white teeth all in a perfect row.

 “Yeah, I just wanted to see if I could buy you some dinner after work. I read your story. It was a real page turner,” he winks at me, “and I want to give you my thoughts on it.”

 “Oh,” comes out as a squeak, but I cover it quickly with, “I already have plans, but you can leave comments in the doc. I probably won’t be able to get to them until late.”

 “I don’t want to leave them in the doc. I’m more of an in person kind of guy.” He leans over, elbows on the counter, his face so close to the glass his breath creates a light circle of fog. One of his eyebrows raises in an assumptive way and it makes the fake cheese from the nachos I had at lunch curdle. He tries again. “What about tomorrow?”

 “Ummmm-”

 “Come on, Everdeen, don’t make me beg.” He winks again.

 “I really can’t tonight or tomorrow. I’m sorry.” I hold my hands up and shrug while silently praying for this to please be over.

 “Damn, girl,” he replies, and I catch a sliver of annoyance in his tone. Then one side of his lip curls up. “You’re making it hard.” He winks for a third time and I’m starting to think maybe he has something in his eye. But no, he read my story. My very dirty, very private, should have only been read by my professor story.

 “How about I drive you to wherever you’re going after work? I know you don’t have a car.” The way he says it gives me this feeling in my gut. Like I should watch out for myself. I freak out inside. An imaginary mallet strikes the lever on my panic meter and the puck goes straight through the bell. So I lie. Anything to get him to leave, and that’s giving him a ‘yes.’

 “Yeah, okay. I get off at eleven.” Not true. I get off two hours earlier. I can’t look him in the eyes through the deception. I’ve never been good at lying, so I stare at my computer screen and click the mouse a few times to make it look like I’m working, then say casually, only glancing up once, “But you don’t have to wait around. Just come back later.”

 He taps his fingers on the counter twice and a huge smile overtakes his face. A sign of victory, I suppose. If it weren’t for his cold eyes, he might seem harmless. Or at least not as intimidating as he does. “You got it, Babe,” he calls out as he walks away.

 A shiver rips its way through my spine. Babe. I can’t wait to get out of here.

 By 8:30 I’ve kept a running total of the cash I’ve exchanged tickets for and cleaned my area three times to make sure I can walk out the door by 9:01. I want as much time between myself and Cato’s arrival as I can possibly get. My hands tremble a little more with every minute that ticks by. I swear my bottom lip is going to be one giant bruise tomorrow morning from how hard I’ve been biting down on it. My stomach is twisted into fifty knots. And counting.

 The door to the box office pops open and my boss leans his head in, irritation in his voice and a snarl on his lips as he tells me, “Bristel called in. I need you to close tonight.”

 He doesn’t wait for an answer, just slams the door, the sound of it reverberating through my ears, settling in my stomach as a boulder, flattening all those knots. When it’s gone, I’m left in complete silence. A needle could drop in a haystack and I’d hear it. I stare at the door knob, feeling like if I tried to turn it I’d find myself locked in. And with only a small opening in the bullet proof glass, there’s no other way out.

 My heart beats faster and within moments I feel beads of sweat on my forehead. This can’t be happening. I told him to come back! And now I have to stay? Fuck!

 No.

 I can’t stay.

 I won’t stay.

 The walls start to close in. I need air. This place is feeling more like a tomb that wants to swallow me up rather than four walls designed to keep people out.

 I’m not supposed to leave the box office unattended, but I don’t care much about it right now. I need to tell my boss I can’t stay late. Fear is eating away at my insides, trying to keep me rooted in place and bolt out the door at the same time. I peel my leaden feet from the floor and choose the latter.

 On my way to Marv’s office, I throw a quick prayer up, promising I’ll never lie again if I can somehow get out of this. Begging a higher power for him to have mercy on me. I start coming up with a list of good deeds, like working in soup kitchens every holiday or reading to underprivileged kids at the public library. I could volunteer at the old folks home on the weekends. I’ll do anything.

 I shouldn’t have to, though. I’m a good worker. I come in early and leave late. I do my job, going over and above to make sure I’m never written up or give anyone a reason to think I’m slacking off. I’m his best worker. He’ll understand. Or not. He’s kind of a douchewaffle.

 I rap my knuckles on his door, my fear waning some in the face of the confidence I’ve built in my work performance.

 “Come in,” he hollers. “Yeah?” he barks when he sees me. He’s extra cranky tonight.

 “About closing, I-”

 “I need you, Everdeen. You know we don’t keep a big staff on Wednesdays. Take it up with Bristel the next time she’s in.”

 I stop just short of whining, even though I really want to. “But, I can’t stay.”

 “Look, I’m in a bind and you’re my go-to girl.” He sighs, as if deciding whether or not to say something that’s on his mind. “I’ll be needing an AM soon and I was thinking of recommending you for the position. It’d come with a significant pay raise and get you out of that box. Just say you’ll do it and the job is yours.”

 Huh. I did not see that coming. I should have told him ‘no’ months ago. I’m about to graduate college, and while I’ll be looking for work in my field, I also know it could be weeks or even months before I find something. I could really use the raise.

 I set both options on the scale - weighing them out against each other. On one side - Cato. But more money. On the other - hiding out from him at my place. He may even know where I live. He knows I don’t have a car. Would avoiding him now help me? He’ll probably come back anyway and I’ll have to deal with him another time. He’s been persistent in making me feel uncomfortable for the last few months. I think it’s about time I told him to back off.

 “Fine,” I answer Marv with the same snarl he gave me earlier. “But you better not be screwing with me.” I close the door harder than I meant to, but maybe that will seal my point with him. I’ve never spoken to my boss like that, but only one thought is at the forefront of my mind as I return to the box - I need Peeta. He should be here to hear Cato’s thoughts, too. He wrote half the story and edited most of it.

 I enter the tiny cubicle, no less nervous about Cato, but I do have an idea of what I’ll be buying as soon as I get my raise - a cell phone. And Peeta’s number will be speed dial numero uno.

 I glance at the dingy, white phone hanging on the wall of the tiny room. I could use it, but the one person I need to call right now is unreachable because I don’t have his number.

 The doc! I bounce on my toes a few times in relief before springing into action. Employees aren’t supposed to be on the internet with work computers, but I’m desperate to reach Peeta. If Marv finds out I’ll get written up and my record won’t be so perfect anymore, but I don’t think too hard on it. I log in to my google account and click on my gmail, sending off a quick email to get Peeta online. Then I open hangouts and the doc, and wait.

 And wait.

 And wait some more.

 A line starts to form for the late shows. It’s not long, but it takes my attention away from the screen. A few people trickle up to the window, but it dies down as it approaches ten o’clock. Peeta still hasn’t gotten online. My stomach turns over a few times. 52 minutes and 36 seconds left if Cato doesn’t show up early.

 At 10:15, it’s time to close the box office and help clean up the concession area. I have to log off the computer, but before I do I send a message through hangouts, hoping with everything in me that he gets it and comes, but trying not to put all my eggs in that basket. I may actually have to do this myself. Which is fine. Totally fine. I’m a big girl.

 Can you come by the theater around 10:45?

 I add ‘please’ to the end, hoping he realizes that’s me begging.

 I shut the lights out. I’m about to leave when I spot a figure in the far corner of the parking lot, leaning against the hood of a red car, arms folded while he checks his phone. Goosebumps pepper my skin and my mouth dries up instantly.

 Cato is here. And he’s so early that I wonder if he even went home.