#like this is perfect timing for my 20th birthday a perfect gift

[muffinghostie]

Y’all when the Barbie movie comes out I will enter my most powerful form and nobody can stop me.

[asapeveryday]

The Last Time Pt1

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Oral sex

Summary: You rarely go out due to how hard your classes are, but a rare outing to a Halloween party draws you to a certain blonde’s attention.

Authors note: Not my first fic, but my first time writing for Paige, or writing anything on this app!!!im nervous asf but it’s okay 😇 pls point out any spelling mistakes pls I write these at like 2am.

Minors DNI beyond the cut!!

The house was one of the massive ones off campus, white picket fences and a big kitchen perfect for partygoers to escape the loud music. Fall had turned the hot, humid and vibrant summer nights into colder ones. Streets were littered with brown and orange leaves, and houses decorated with cobwebs and blow-up ghosts.

Your friends were used to going out for Halloween parties, but you never really bothered. Your classes just got harder by the year, so you always put off a long night out. To you it was worth it, because your grades were top 3 in your program.

“When was the last time you even got laid?” Your best friend asks you.

You shrug. “I dunno. July?”

“Whatever.” She sighs, realizing it wasn’t as bad as she thought. “Still, that’s like almost 3 months of no puss. Please just come to this party, it’ll be fun!” She whines.

“Isn’t it early for a Halloween party? It’s only the 20th. We still have a week. Plus, I don’t have a costume.” You say, hoping she’ll let you stay home.

“You don’t understand, this is massive. A Halloween-birthday-party is not one that you wanna miss” She beams at you. “And I have a basketball jersey you can wear for the night. Wear shorts with it, be sexy.”

“Shorts?? It’s October!” You groan.

Regardless, you found yourself inside of this house. Your friend wasn’t lying when she said this was a pretty big party, with all the people shoving up against you it was uncomfortable to be in in your sleeveless jersey and black shorts. The kitchen was slightly less rowdy so you started to search the fridge for some comfort in the form of food or alcohol before you heard a cough behind you.

“Yo.”

You turn only to find yourself having to look up at a much taller girl. Her blonde hair was long and down on her shoulders, except for the front pieces which were Dutch-braided closer to her head. She was wearing a really casual outfit, a matching Nike tracksuit. The only thing remotely Halloween-y thing on her was the pair of fake Angel wings on her back.

“Nice costume.” You almost scoff.

“You can’t be talkin. What are you, a fangirl?” She looks down at you. Her eyes are so blue you almost stumble backwards into to fridge.

“Fair.” You sheepishly smile at her. “It was really last minute, this isn’t even my jersey.”

“That’s cus it’s mine.” The mystery blonde laughs.

Immediately you look down at yourself, a white number 5 is sprawled against the navy fabric of the women’s basketball jersey you borrowed. You look up at the blonde again and your face drops.

“Oh shit! You’re-“

“Paige.” She finishes your sentence. “Not a basketball fan?”

“Not really.” You smile. You tell her your name and she repeats it back to you with a smirk that you feel straight in your gut. You’ve rarely seen Paige on campus, so having her right in front of you has helped you realize just how fine she really is.

“The jersey looks good on you.” Her eyes sweep throughout your body.

“You don’t come off as much of an Angel to me.” You raise your eyebrow at her, referring to her half-assed costume. You haven’t heard too many rumours about Paige Bueckers sex life, but you can just tell by her silent confidence, the way she stands and even just the way she looks at you that she gets around. Being a D1 athlete probably helps too.

“You’ll see for yourself soon enough.” She shrugs, maintaining eye contact with you.

“So Paige, is this your place or..”

“Nah. My friends threw this party as a surprise for me. Not even sure who’s crib this is but whatever.” She rubs the back of her neck. “You didn’t come with a gift, did you?” Paige asks.

“No, was I supposed to?”

“It’s my birthday ma, I think you owe me something.” She steps closer, looking at you through her long eyelashes.

You actually feel your heart drop to your ass at this point, and she can tell. Paige cocks her head to the staircase nearby and you almost run after her when she leads you upstairs.

You’re already making out by the time you crash into a bedroom, she slams the door shut and pushes you up against it. You almost faint when you feel her knee between your legs, applying pressure to your clit. She kisses you slowly, taking her time to memorize the feeling of her hands grazing your face, then trailing down your body and finding themselves inside the jersey. Her blonde hair tickles your neck as she starts to trail her kisses downwards.

Paige’s hands trail from your abdomen to your hips, roughly pulling your shorts down and kneeling to be face to face with your heat. You resist the urge to cover yourself from her, and can’t help but think about how awkward you must look from this angle, but she doesn’t seem to care. Gripping your thighs and looking up at you with her ice-blue eyes, she licks a slow stripe onto your already wet undies, chuckling when you shudder.

Pulling your underwear to the side with one hand, she slowly eases her finger inside of you and you throw your head back with a breathy moan that makes her smile. She sucks at your clit while adding another finger, then pumping into you almost on beat to the music blasting downstairs. Her tongue is insane to you, circling your clit so skillfully while curling her fingers inside of you, your knees almost buckle and your hands find her long hair, pushing her head. “Oh my god.” You breathe out. “I��m close.”

“Already?” Paige chuckles into you. When she removes her fingers and quickly replaces them with her mouth, lapping and licking inside of you you almost scream. The vibrations from her voice huffing around you are enough for you to feel that tight, building feeling in your stomach, and you cum right there and then.

She cleans whatever she can before pulling up your shorts for you and kissing you chastely, enough so you can taste yourself on her lips. When she pulls away you slump to the floor, legs twitching.

“Shit!” You embarrassedly mumble. Paige laughs and sits next to you. With both of your backs to the door you turn your head to meet her stare. “Happy birthday.” You laugh. She rubs her face, hiding her smile. “Pfft, thanks.”

“I thought I was supposed to gift you? You just gave me like, the best head I’ve had since I started college.”

“Seeing you fall to the ground at my head game is enough of a gift for me.” She shrugs, a smug look on her face. “Plus, there’s always next time if you wanna make it up to me.”

The two of you exchange numbers, the situation is so unreal to you that you’re convinced this is all some mistake.

“Did you even plan on hooking up with someone tonight?” You ask her suddenly, and she seems surprised at your honesty.

“Uhh…I’m not gonna lie, not really. This party was a surprise, remember?” She sighs. “I think seeing some cute girl in my jersey, totally oblivious, jus did something to me.”

You raise your eyebrow. “You didn’t even get to see what was under it.”

“Don’t tempt me, woman.” She laughs. “I’m exhausted, giving ankle-breaking head does that to you.”

“Shut up.” You say, shoving her lightly.

There’s a pause before you take a chance and say “There’s a good burger place nearby if you want to recharge a bit.”

The minute you say it you regret it. Paige Bueckers was in no hurry to get upstairs with you, there’s no way she’s gonna take you out for food too. Plus, since when did you go out with girls you met at parties?

She looks at you for a second, considering you. Finally she says “Fuck it, why not.”

Paige gets up and you follow after her lead. She laughs at the way you walk down the stairs and the two of you slip out of the house as sneakily as possible. Paige offers to drive you even though it was your suggestion. “What can I say, I love my car.” She smiles.

The burgers are good and her laugh is contagious. The two of you sit in her car while you eat, she almost screams when you steal a fry and you pretend to be annoyed when she takes a sip of your drink in retaliation.

You feel so nervous being around her, Paige seems so sure of herself. You can tell she already knows what she wants out of college, out of basketball, even out of girls. Sometimes, even though you devoted so much time to preforming well academically, you weren’t entirely sure it was all gonna work out for you. You feared all your hard work wouldn’t be worth it in the end.

After a moment of silence, you ask her “Does it ever freak you out, having so many people betting on your success? If I were you I’d be so scared of letting people down.” You disguise your own fear as a question for her. Paige looks at you for a moment, then smiles.

“Yeah, It does. I’ve already had moments where it felt like I let everyone down.” She says, looking down at her leg. “But no success comes without pressure, so I guess feeling that way is more of a blessing from God than anything. It’s like He’s reminding me of everything I have to lose. Ion’ think there’s much wrong with that.”

You’re surprised at how mature her answer is. “There’s no way you’re talking about God after you just gave head to a stranger.” You laugh.

She shrugs, a guilty but satisfied look on her face. “You’re not human if you don’t sin once in a while.”

“Amen.” You smile.

The two of you talk about stupid things until it’s well past midnight, and when she drops you off at your dorm you turn to say “I had more fun then I thought I would tonight.”

Paige smiles, her blue eyes staring holes into yours. “It won’t be the last time you have fun with me.” She says, laughing to herself.

“Shut up.” You nudge her. She shakes her head, and waves at you when you start to walk to your building.

You turn to wave back. Even though you know you can’t be anything serious with Paige, you can’t ignore the warm feeling in your stomach when you think about the night you shared. You seriously hope it won’t be the last time.

[judes-hoe]

Birthday wish ~ KM9

Genre ~ smut(18+), fluff

Summary ~ it’s kylian birthday, all he wishes was to just have a calm day at home with you, when night comes you end the day with the perfect gift…

Warnings ~ subby kyky, dom reader, oral (male receiving), teasing, orgasm denial, very little ‘mommy’ usage, very much ‘good boy’ usage, p in v (unprotected), boob play,

A/N ~ HAPPY BIRTHDAY KYKY!!!! Love you sm!!!🩷🩷 (I used the competitive meme, yes I got it from @kymb-10 but she said it was OKAY for me to use!!!!)

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Kylians last birthday landed on when PSG had a match, so you and him just went out with the team to celebrate the win and his birthday. Though that night he told you his wish for his next birthday, he wanted just a day with you, and you only. Nothing else.

So now, after the move to Real Madrid. The months passed quickly and it was finally 20th, December, Kylians birthday.

You woken up extra early and made him his favorite cheat breakfast meal. Then brought it to him in bed. “Bébé, you didn’t need to do this.” He said and took the tray placing it on his lap. “It’s your birthday, the only time of the year I can spoil you.” You said getting back in your spot next to him. “Okay I’ll give you that.” He said biting into the delicious pancake. Letting out a groan of approval.

Kylian fed you bits and pieces too, before placing the empty tray on the bedside table. “So what does my beautiful girl have planned for me.” He looked at you. You smile and wipe syrup off the corner of his mouth. “Well you wished last year that you just wanted your birthday to be me and you.” You explain. “So I just planned a day of baking cookies, watching movies.” You tell him.

You and Kylian just laid in bed, until around 1pm, you decided to get up to make cookies. You had cleaned up the kitchen before getting everything ready. Kylian didn’t like the repackaged cookies, he likes your homemade cookies.

Making the dough was fun, a little flour getting on your noses. “We still have some dough left.” You said looking at the left over dough. “We should make little ginger bread people!” You said excitedly. “Or we can see who makes the best!” Kylian suggested, you give him a look letting out a little laugh. “What? Why are you laughing.” He looks at you.

“You know, sometimes in the life. I’m too competitive. It’s good to be competitive on the field— but in the life you don’t.” You imitating him. He gives you a deadpan look. “Really?” He said unamused. “Yeah.” You giggle.

You and Kylian make two ginger bread people before putting everything in the oven. You and Kylian then make your way to the couch, Turing the fireplace on, snuggling up together with blankets, and putting on a movie.

About 25 minutes into the movie the timer goes off and you go check the cookies. You take them out of the oven, putting them on a big plate and going back. Setting the plate on the coffee table and snuggling back up with him. Kylian tucks you under his arm. “Thank you, this is all I need on my birthday.” He whispered as he kisses the top of your head. “…no need to thank me, I’m just giving you want you wish me.” You tell him.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, watching many movies, snacks, cookies, and then Kylians favorite home cooked meal. After dinner it was around 8pm, the sun had now set, and more snow falling outside. “How about we go to the bedroom, snuggle up, and just relax now.” You tell him, kylian nods and follows you to the bedroom you stop in the doorway and face him. “What?” He asked. “I forgot my night water, can you go get it and fill it up?” You asked, it was true you forgot it, on purpose. You always had to have your cup filled with cold water, you tended to wake up thirsty at night.

Kylian presses a kiss to your forehead and walks away to the kitchen. You quickly undress, your sexy white lingerie, that left little to the imagination. You bought this a few days ago for his birthday specifically. You sit on the edge of the bed, legs crossed. “One night wat—“ Kylians words cut short and mouth falling open when he walks back to the room. “My god..” he finishes. He saw that look in your eyes. The one that told him you were in control, that you can do whatever you want and he cant say anything or else he’s a ‘bad boy’ and he’s learned his lesson the hard way.

“Come on, you know the drill, undress for me pretty boy.” You demand, Kylian quickly setting the water on the dresser. Undressing himself quickly, climbing on the bed, and laying his back on the pillows. “Look at you, so good for me..” you said crawling onto the bed, on all fours crawling until your between his legs. “Mommy..” he whimpers.

You smirk, leaning forward, you boobs smushed between your arms. He lets out a groan, his dick getting harder by the second. Kylian was such a boob guy. You lean down pressing kisses all over his neck. Lowering a little to suck that space between his neck and shoulder that always makes him squirm. “F-fuck..” he stutters out a moan. You lower more, moving very slowly. Pressing kisses all over his chest, down to his abs, and all the way down to his cock.

Purposely kissing around it to his thighs. “You’re doing good, just like a good boy.” You mumble to him. You finally give him what he wanted. Pressing his kiss to the head on his dick. Kylians eyes flutter a little. “Tell me what you want baby.” You said running a finger along his shaft. “You..your mouth, your cunt…something mommy…” he whimpers and begs.

You take your thumb and rub the small bit of pre cum around the head of it. “Good boy…” you smirk and slowly take him into your mouth. Kylian lets out a series of whimpers and whines. His grip in the sheets tightened. “S—shit..” he groans.

You slowly start to move your head but also start using your tongue on him. Kylians eyes flutter and he moans. “Shit…please…so close..” he said. You pull your head off him, making him buck his hips and whine, looking at you desperately. “no no— please, I’m a good boy.” He said. “It’s my birthday don’t do this to me.” He begs.

You smirk and move yourself to straddle him. “Look at you begging like a good boy.” You say leaning down pulling him into a deep kiss. “Mommy’s good boy..” you mumble. You reach under you, pulling the thong to the side, grabbing his cock and lining it up. He looks up at you, desperate, and vulnerable eyes looking at you, begging you. You slowly sink onto him, Kylian watches as you slowly take his full length.

He lets out a breathy moan. Kylian watches you slowly rocking your hips against his lap, adding a small bounce to it. “P—permission to touch you?” He asked looking up at you. You softly nod, letting out moans yourself. One hand going to your hip, the other taking your bra off. His mouth immediately latching to your boob.

You throw your head back, a hand on his chest to balance yourself. You speed up your movements. “Shit…fuck I’m coming!!” You moan loudly. Clenching around his cock, coming hard around him. He bucks his hips, coming right behind you. After you denied him the first time he was already on edge. He takes his mouth off of you and moans.

You lay against his chest, his cock slowly softening and slipping out of you. His cum dripping out of you onto his cock. “Best…birthday…ever…” Kylian says breathlessly. “Glad you loved it.” You said kissing his chest.

After you did all the work, kylian clean both of you up with a warm wet cloth. Helping you put his t-shirt on. He then put his boxers on and laid with you again. “Can I have the same thing next year?” He asked. “Of course.”

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[succubusmelt]

Ok, since my birthday is coming up, (I’m turning 19 on the 20th! :D) can we have a fanfic about all the yanderes like Jack/Joseph, Peter Dunbar, Alan Orion, and John Doe planning a surprise birthday for them? Like the MC had forgotten that their birthday is coming up so the yanderes plan out a small little surprise like a date at anyplace. It could be at a park, home, movie, theme park, restaurant, ANYWHERE!

Thank you!! Here’s some tea for you 😌☕️

Tk for the tea! :) and happy birthday~

SUNNYDAY JACK!

That morning, you awoke and began your daily routine as usual. You wandered into the kitchen half asleep, unaware that today was in fact your birthday.

Jack, the cheerful phantom clown who only you could see, had been planning a surprise for weeks. As you entered the kitchen, Jack jumped out from behind the counter shouting "Happy birthday!" while throwing confetti.

You looked at him confused. "It's not my birthday Jack."

Jack laughed. "Silly goose, of course it is! I've had this date marked for months."

You checked your phone and saw to your surprise that it was indeed your birthday. You had completely forgotten.

"Huh, would you look at that. I totally forgot it was my birthday today," you chuckled.

Jack beamed. "Well then, good thing I didn't forget! I've made your favorite chocolate chip pancakes and have a special birthday cupcake waiting."

You smiled at Jack's thoughtfulness. "Aww Jack, you didn't have to do all this."

"Nonsense!" said Jack. "Your birthday is important, we must celebrate!"

You sat down at the small kitchen table as Jack served you a stack of fluffy pancakes and a cup of coffee.

Jack then brought over a lit candle stuck in a cupcake, singing the birthday song at the top of his lungs. You couldn't help but chuckle at Jack's enthusiastic yet slightly off-key singing.

You blew out the candle and made a wish. The two of you spent the morning chatting and laughing over breakfast.

You were grateful to have Jack to help make your birthday feel special in his own unique way.

"Thank you, Jack, you're the best person I could ask for today," you said sincerely.

Jack beamed. "Anything for you, sunshine!" he replied. "Now, how about some movies and maybe cuddle in the sofa?"

"Sounds perfect," you laughed.

JOHN DOE!

You awoke to the shrill beeping of your alarm, hitting snooze and rolling over with a groan. Just another day, or so you thought. Downstairs, John was already wide awake, a manic glint in his yellow eyes. Today was special - it was your birthday! And John wouldn't let you forget it, oh no. He had big plans to make this the best birthday ever, because the subject of birthdays has always seemed curious to him. So he probably spent a lot of time looking at them and analyzing them on TV.

This was going to be the perfect day! He giggled to himself as he troed to hung streamers and balloons all around the house. Into the kitchen next, whipping up a towering (burned) cake. He just loved, loved, loved crafts!

But something was missing…presents! John had searched far and wide for the perfect gifts, each one specially selected to make you smile. Something colorful and full of confetti, meaty and squishy covers most of the furniture in your house and seems to be something sticky. Anyone else would be grossed out, but you were used to it, and somehow it seemed… cute. Even Doe took it upon himself to put a bow on the slimy stuff.

Glancing at the clock, John realized you would be waking up soon. As he heard your footsteps coming down the stairs, he darkened the room and hid behind the sofa, barely able to contain his excitement.

"SURPRISE!" he shouted, leaping out with a flourish as you stepped into the living room. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! I planned a whole party just for you!" You were stunned, having co

mpletely forgotten it was even your birthday. Taking in the decorations, the gross slime in your houses that John had prepared, you were overwhelmed by the effort. "I made this cake myself, 3 whole layers of chocolatey goodness, your favorite!" John exclaimed, wheeling out the mammoth confection. His grin stretched impossibly wide as he waved his arms with flourish like a gameshow host revealing a prize. Before you could even process this surprise, he grabbed your hand and pulled you along. He bounced on his toes and spoke a mile a minute, barely pausing for breath in his exhilaration.

"I just love, love, LOVE birthdays! The presents, the games, the candy, the fun! But most of all I love YOU!" He threw his wiry arms around you in an enthusiastic hug before darting off again.

Despite the shock of it all, you couldn't help but smile at his childlike joy and excitement to celebrate your birthday. No one had ever gone to such lengths for you before. As the day went on, John made sure you were having the time of your life. He even popped out of the massive cake, sending frosting flying everywhere, but laughing all the while.

"This is the best birthday I've ever had!" he declared, licking buttercream off his fingers. You had to admit, it was pretty unforgettable. No one else would or could have done all this for you. Finally, the sugar crash was setting in. As the sun set outside, you and John snuggled up on the couch together, you nestled against his chest. He smiled down at you, his expression softening.

"Did you have a fun day?" he asked, twirling a lock of your hair idly around his slender finger. You nodded, still basking in the glow of the day's events. No matter what misadventures tomorrow might bring, you would always remember the time and love John put into this special day, just for you.

ALAN ORION!

You woke up like any other day, oblivious that this particular day marked another year of your life. As you went through your morning routine, there was no indication that today was special. No one called to wish you a happy birthday, no gifts waiting for you when you went downstairs. For you, it seemed like just another ordinary day.

But someone did remember. Hidden among the trees of the forest you often visited, Alan had been preparing. For weeks he had been planning something special, eager to celebrate your birthday in his own unique way.

The night before, under the cover of darkness, he had snuck into your home while you slept. Confirming the date in your calendar, he grinned in anticipation. You had no idea what he had in store for you. After watching you for a bit, he slipped back out and returned to the forest.

Today, Alan was up before the sun, too excited to sleep. He spent the early hours tidying up his little clearing in the woods, decorating it with wildflowers and vines. He prepared all your favorite foods, packing a basket with sweet treats to share. His gifts for you were handmade trinkets wrapped in simple brown paper and tied off with twine.

Alan could hardly wait for you to arrive. He paced around, checking and rechecking everything. He wanted it to be perfect for you. Finally deciding he was ready, he grabbed his axe and headed out to the woods to gather more firewood. He hoped to lead you back just at the right moment.

As Alan chopped wood, you began your walk through the forest trail. Breathing in the fresh air, you slowly wandered along, enjoying the peace of nature. You hadn't gotten far when Alan appeared, as if out of nowhere, right on the path in front of you.

"Well, hey there, doe-eyes! Fancy running into you!" He greeted you cheerfully. Taking your hand, he guided you off the trail towards his secluded clearing.

You gave him a puzzled look, uncertain why he was acting so excited today. But you followed along, trusting him completely.

Reaching the clearing, Alan led you into the little area. "I have a surprise for you…"

Stepping forward, you gasped in awe. The cozy space was filled with wildflowers, sweet aromas, and decorations just for you. In the center sat a small cake with lit candles. You turned to Alan in shock.

"Happy birthday!" He shouted, pulling you into a warm embrace. "I wanted to celebrate you today. Make this day special. Do you like it?"

You were utterly surprised, touched by the thoughtfulness of it all. You had completely forgotten your own birthday, but Alan had remembered. He knew this date was important to you and wanted to make you feel loved.

Taking your hand, he led you around the clearing, showing you all he had prepared. The food, the handmade gifts, every detail was just for you. No one had ever done anything so thoughtful.

As the sun began to set, you found yourself slow dancing with Alan in the candlelight. His arms wrapped protectively around you as he hummed a sweet melody. This woodland birthday party turned out to be the most memorable one yet thanks to your dear Alan.

PETER DUNBAR!

Today is your birthday, though it's far from your mind when your alarm jolts you awake this morning. You silenced it and started your usual morning routine - shower, breakfast, quick scroll through your phone. The date doesn't even register.

Meanwhile, Peter has been giddy with excitement for weeks leading up to this day. He knows everything about you, including your birthday, and wants to make it extraordinarily special.

You're just about to head out the door for work when you hear the doorbell ring. You open it to find a delivery man with a massive bouquet of roses in every color - red, pink, yellow, white. "Special delivery for your birthday!" he announces cheerfully. Birthday? Oh right, it's your birthday! You had completely forgotten. What a wonderful surprise, you think, as you take the flowers and find the card from Peter.

After stopping to put the roses in water, you rush off to work, not wanting to be late. When you arrive at your desk, you find a perfectly wrapped gift waiting for you. Opening it up reveals a set of expensive bath oils and lotions in your favorite scents - peach, mango, coconut. "A special treat for your special day! Enjoy! Love, Peter" the note attached says. These will be so lovely to use after a long day, you think, touched by his thoughtfulness.

Leaving work that evening, exhausted after a long day, you find one last surprise waiting for you. When you enter your apartment, the lights are off, which is odd. Suddenly, they flip on, and Peter jumps out from hiding shouting "Surprise!" The living room is decorated with balloons and streamers. Your dining table is spread with your favorite foods. In the center is an enormous bouquet of vibrant flowers.

Peter runs up and embraces you. "Happy birthday, darling! I wanted to make this day so special for you." You beam, tears pricking your eyes. You can't believe he put all of this together for you.

"I totally forgot it was even my birthday!" you say with a laugh. "This is incredible, Peter. Thank you so much for everything - the flowers, gifts... It's too much. I'm overwhelmed by your generosity and thoughtfulness."

Peter is thrilled to see you so delighted. "You deserve to feel loved and celebrated on your birthday. I'd do anything to see your beautiful smile," he says, gazing at you adoringly.

You give him a tender kiss, touched by how well he knows you and the immense effort he put into orchestrating thoughtful surprises to brighten your day. While Peter may go overboard with his intensity sometimes, today it comes from a place of pure love and devotion.

Despite your chaotic schedule, Peter made sure your birthday did not go uncelebrated. Thanks to him, you feel so special and cared for on this day. You blow out the candles on your cake together, share a delicious meal, and end the night dancing in the living room - the perfect birthday thanks to Peter's selfless attention to detail and desire to see you smile.

[fruity-mega-coconut69]

A Car?!

[Pairings]: Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader.

[Summary]: It's Tara's 20th birthday and you might have gone a little over-board with her gift.

[Warnings]: Fluff? , shitty ending, My writing

A/N: Sorry, it's short.

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“I can’t believe I’m going to miss it!” 

You mutter to yourself as you look out the window of your father’s private jet. It’s your girlfriend's, Tara’s, birthday today and you haven’t bought anything for her, and as a matter of fact, it’s possible you are not going to arrive home before later tonight. 

But, luckily, you were wrong and you arrived back in New York at 4pm.  You were so happy, you practically ran out of the jet when it landed and immediately went to search for something to buy for Tara.

And now, you’re walking the busy streets of New York, looking for the perfect gift. You feel exhausted and tired as you haven’t slept in more than 24 hours, but your feet kept moving until you finally found just the gift for Tara. Your face lights up as you stop in your tracks in front of a car shop and you grin, doing a small dance before going in and looking around.

About half an hour later, your eyes widen and get stuck on a specific car that’s just Tara . You look at the label and see its price, ‘ $63.300’. You smile and turn to the worker that has been showing you around. He smirks and comes closer.

“Ah, a BMW Z4. It’s one of our newer cars. You said it was for a special someone, hm?” You nod and she looks at you. “Well, then, it’s perfect.”  You nod and reach into your bag for your wallet, pulling out the money needed while the worker stares at you with a wind mouth and eyes. You smile and hand it to him. He stands there for a minute before mumbling something about bringing some papers.

After signing everything needed, you walk out of the shop happily. Then wait until they bring the car out. After they did, you thank them and immediately speed towards Tara’s apartment building.  When you arrive, you get out of the car, now feeling slightly nervous.

What if she doesn’t like it?

Is she going to be mad at me for buying something for her again?

You shake your head and go inside, running up the stairs and knocking on her door when you reach it. Only, it’s not Tara’s cute face that welcomes you when the door opens and instead there is a woman with a big scowl on her face, clearly annoyed. You look down and start to fidget.

“Uh, h-hi. I-Is Tara…here?” You stutter out as you feel small under Sam’s gaze. Although you and Tara have been together for several months, you never had the time to meet her friends and sister who she always told you so much about. All this due to your parents bringing you to every business trip they go to, which is a lot. 

You look up again and see that the older Carpenter is about to say something when Tara’s sweet voice can be heard. “Y/N?!” Then loud footsteps and soon Sam is pushed aside and Tara takes her place, immediately smiling at you and not wasting any time before she hugs you tightly. You smile and inhale her scent that you had missed. Tara pulls back only to lean up and give you a sweet kiss that doesn’t go unnoticed by Sam as she gasps.

She doesn’t understand, Tara has been sad all day and Sam and the others have been desperately trying to cheer her up as it is her birthday and she should be happy. And all it takes for that to happen is for some complete stranger to show up at their door?

Tara has a love-struck smile on her face as she pulls back from the kiss and grabs your hand, dragging you inside. There, you see two other people, who you are guessing, are Mindy and Chad. You wave at them awkwardly and sit down on the couch. Sam grumples and closes the door. Tara sits beside you, close. You decide to look around the apartment and smile  as you take in the coziness of the home and a warm feeling erupts in your heart when you feel Tara lean into you.

Then, your eyes land on the kitchen table and you notice a bunch of crumpled wrapping paper and some items on the table, like a phone case, a sweater and some chocolate. You gasp and grin.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” All of them look confused as you hadn’t introduced yourself. You grin and pick up your bag, searching for the key to Tara's car. When you find it, you let out a sigh and your hand goes behind your back when you turn back to Tara. She is smiling, but is visibly confused. You blush and show your hands, the keys dangling from them.

“Happy Birthday!” You smile.

Tara’s eyes widen and she gasps, hand flying to her mouth. “You bought me a car?! But, honey! You didn’t have to! Why-?” 

She was cut off by Sam as she steps closer to you, eyeing you.  “So what? You just come here, not even introduce yourself, kiss my sister and buy her a car? Who the hell are you?”

 You look down. “UH, he-her girlfriend, ma’am.” Then you glance at Tara. “And I'm sorry if you don’t like it. I-I can take it back?” 

Sam stands still, shocked while Tara smiles wildly and shakes her head. “No, it..it’s perfect! Thank you so much! “She giggles and hugs you, planting a small kiss on your lips. You bite your lip and nod. “But also, what  have I told you about buying me expensive stuff for no reason?” 

“But! It is for your birthday! “  She laughs and rolls her eyes.

“Oh, you goofball.” Then grabs the back of your neck and kisses you deeply. You sigh into the kiss and wrap your arms around her shoulders. You break apart and she looks down at the keys.

Suddenly, Chad shouts. “Oh! Let’s see the car! I wanna see the car! “He smiles excitedly.

All of you laugh, but Sam keeps staring at you suspiciously as all five of you leave the apartment building and in front of it, is parked the BMW Z4. Tara’s -and everyone else’s- mouth is agape as she stares at the car. 

You walk up to it and lean against it, trying to look cool, but failing as you trip and almost fall over. You clear your throat and straighten up as the others chuckle. “So? Wanna take this baby for a ride?” You cringe almost immediately. “Ugh, never saying that again.” 

Tara smiles and walks up to the car. “Sure thing, Darling. Let's ride.” And she gets into the driver's seat. You laugh and get in too. Tara puts the key in and turns it, the engine roaring.  She leans forward to look at the others. “See you soon, my friends!” She waves at them and pushes her foot on the gas.

A couple of minutes later, the roof is down and the wind is blowing through you guys’s hair as the two of you laugh and talk. There is a beat of silence between you two, only the sound of the engine and the whooshing of the wind can be heard-as well as the other cars around you-.  Then, Tara turns to you. 

“I love you” 

You blush and look at her. “ I…love you, too.”  

She giggles and puts a comforting hand on your knee. “So, should we heat things up?” She asks and before you could answer, she steps on the gas and you are speeding through New York. Your heart is racing as you laugh and admire the view of  the city in the dark of the night, and of course, Tara’s beauty. 

[bettsfic]

Do you have any preferred notebooks? Anything better than Moleskine which I don't think would be hard (!!??)... The ink bleeding through to the page behind is so distracting. Random question but I figured you'd be perfect to ask!! Thank you

i've been waiting my entire tumblrlife for this, anon. stationery is one of my most persevering special interests.

just to caveat, i still use a moleskine for my personal journal, but i only write in it once or twice a month so they tend to last years. i bought my current journal in 2017 before enshittification and so i haven't had a problem with the paper. i use a felt-tip pen on it mostly, but even the few times i've tried fountain pens, i haven't had any bleed-through. it's really unfortunate they've gone downhill.

and i mean, for context, i beat the shit out of my moleskines. and look how they've held up!

the one on the left i used from 2011 to 2017. it went all around the world with me and i carried it everywhere for 6 years. i taped every stupid scrap of paper i came across into it and that's why it's so beefy. the elastic band has stretched too far is all; i need to find something sturdier to keep it shut.

the one on the right i started in 2017 and i'm about 2/3rds through it. i tape some stuff in but not as much as i used to. at one point it was in my backpack in the overhead compartment of a plane and some guy's water bottle spilled all over it. i was devastated. but it slurped that shit up and kept trucking. you can't even tell it's waterlogged anymore.

my mom bought me a special edition van gogh moleskine for my birthday last year that i was planning to use for my next journal. i just tested the paper against the 2017 journal using a kaweco sport bold tip, and the van gogh paper does indeed bleed significantly more than the 2017 paper. a real shame. i'm probably still going to use it though, because i've kept the proud tradition of "use notebooks people buy me for my birthday as my next journal" since i was 14. also, i'll probably end up starting it when i'm 37, the age van gogh died.

last august marked my 20th anniversary of my journaling habit, btw. i was going to write a newsletter about it but it started spiraling into a whole-ass book and i had to set it down.

a close and higher quality alternative to moleskine, much beloved by bullet journalers, is leuchtturm. their A5 hardcover is very similar to the classic moleskine pictured above. i don't use one because i have no use for lie-flat notebooks for anything other than a personal journal (which is covered for the next decade or so), but i love buying them as gifts.

my commonplace notebook is the A4 rhodia top spiral, which i've mentioned in my newsletter before. there is something truly magical about this notebook. when i bought it, i carried it around with me everywhere even though i had no idea what to write in it. i started commonplacing before i even knew what that was, simply because the tactile and aesthetic sensation of filling each page was so satisfying. i go through 1-2 per year.

this isn't a notebook proper, but my research binders are B5 maruman clartes with their corresponding loose leaf paper. again, like the rhodia A4 top spiral, the sensation of writing on the paper and organizing the binder is very satisfying and so it encourages me to take a lot of notes.

maruman also makes the famously amazing mnemosyne series of notebooks. i haven't used one before but i really like them, and as soon as i need a high quality top spiral notebook that the A4 rhodia can't fulfill, that's what i'll be moving to.

my purse notebook is a field notes reporter's notebook. these are new so they haven't stood the test of time the way the others have, but i love the size and the binding, and afaik field notes is one of the few american stationery brands that hasn't fallen prey to a quality drop in paper. i also love field notes classic pocket notebook but have never been able to make a pocket notebook habit stick. it took me a long time to realize tiny notebooks don't encourage me to write in them, because a lot of my notebooking is about the thrill and aesthetic pleasure of seeing an overwhelming amount of text on a page.

my planner is a hobonichi techo weeks, which is the same size as the reporter's notebook and also goes in my purse. this is my first year using a hobonichi planner and i really love it. like the others, its quality encourages me to use it. i've found hobonichi overall is a really good notebook brand.

my sketchbook (which i don't use very much) is a strathmore 500 series mixed media softcover. i bought it before i realized how deterring i find lie-flat books and i think i would be more motivated to draw by investing in one of their wirebound ones, even though all the artists i follow on youtube tell you not to do that. i keep meaning to change it into a collage notebook instead, i just haven't had the time or desk space to do it.

and an honorable mention: before the pandemic, back when i did things and went places, i used a grand voyageur traveler's notebook from paper republic. i'm actually very sad i don't have much of a use for it anymore, but maybe one day i'll do stuff again and return to it. it's weird that i don't see paper republic mentioned often (ever) in bujo spheres, when i think their products are better than traveler's company (although i haven't tested one for a significant period of time; people swear by them though).

hopefully one or two of these stand out to you!

[nebulablakemurphy]

Twenty Questions (Part 5)

Summary: For Y/N’s 20th birthday Haymitch gifts her 20 questions, that he has to answer honestly, no matter what. Mentions of sex/forced pregnancy. Moves & Countermoves companion piece.

Part 4

Y/N has been in the bath for longer than usual when Haymitch begins pacing in front of the door.

“Angel, are you ok?”

“Mhm.” The sound is pinched, something is wrong.

“I’m coming in.” Haymitch warns, pushing open the door.

Y/N is wrapped in a towel, curled in on herself atop the tile floor. All but hyperventilating.

Haymitch rushes to her, falling to his knees. “Is it the baby?”

“Shh,” she slaps a hand over his mouth. “Don’t tell them. Please don’t tell them.” Her eyes are wide, full of fear. She is terrified.

Haymitch, presses his lips to her palm, before moving it away to speak. “I won’t tell anyone anything. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“My- my water broke.” Y/N sobs, “I was getting out of the bath and-”

“That’s ok,” Haymitch assures her. “Do you want me to call the doctor?”

“No, please.”

“Why, angel?” Haymitch asks, patiently. Searching her eyes.

“I don’t want anything to happen to him.”

“Nothing will happen to him.” Haymitch rests a hand against her belly. “I’ll never let anything happen to him.”

“Promise me. Promise that you’ll always choose him; that you’ll always put him first.” Put him before me.

Haymitch nods. “I’ll take care of him. I’ll take care of you. Nothing will happen. I promise.”

Y/N draws in a shuttering breath, “we can’t be like my parents, I can’t do that to him. I won’t.” I can’t let you choose me at his expense. Not like her father had chosen her mother over her and Madge.

“This baby,” Haymitch murmurs, “our son, is so loved. I don’t know about you, but I’m only gonna love him more once he’s here. He’s going to have everything. Anything he wants, anything he needs. You never have to worry. All we have to do now, is get him out of there.” He taps at her baby bump.

“I’m scared,” Y/N confesses, “I’m so fucking scared.”

Haymitch cups her face, with his free hand. “I’m gonna be right there with you, the whole time. They’ll hook you up to the good drugs and he’ll be here before you know it. We’ll get you through this.”

Y/N rests her head against his shoulder. Already defeated and so tired.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and call the doctor.” Haymitch says, softly.

————————————————————————

Everest Abernathy comes into the world screaming and kicking his little legs. As though the will to fight is in his blood.

Y/N is exhausted, slumped against the hospital bed, watching as one of the nurses cuts the umbilical cord and takes the infant out of view. “Go,” she croaks, to Haymitch.

He begins to argue, because surely he can’t let go of her hand. Not while the doctor was still working between her legs. Pressing on her swollen belly to help move the placenta down. Apparently, she’ll have to deliver that too. No. He couldn’t leave her.

“You promised, Haymitch.” Y/N reminds him, sensing his hesitation. “Please, go to him. You promised.”

Haymitch sighs, dropping her hand and moving to stand a few feet away, now hovering over his son’s caretaker. “Everything alright?”

“Yes, Mr. Abernathy.” The woman nods, curtly. Having wiped the newborn clean of any aftermath from the birth.

The baby is quiet now, staring up at Haymitch with wide eyes. Like he remembers their late night conversations while he grew in Y/N’s belly.

Y/N.

Haymitch didn’t think he could love anything more than Y/N. But suddenly…impossibly…he did.

“Can I-” Haymitch can hardly breathe. “Can I hold him?”

“Of course, he’s yours.” The Capitol woman turns to him, expectantly.

Everest couldn’t be his, could he? He is too perfect with ten little fingers and ten little toes. His sweet nose, scrunching up as he yawns.

He’s mine. Haymitch echoes the words, until he almost believes them. He’s mine.

————————————————————————

After a week in the Capitol, Y/N and Everest are cleared for travel. They arrive home, in twelve; nothing has changed, yet everything has.

Haymitch doesn’t mind staying up with his son until all hours. Or watching Y/N nurse Everest in the rocking chair, whispering to their son all the incredible things he could do, with his tiny fingers wrapped tightly around one of hers.

“He looks like you,” Y/N says, one night, out of the blue.

Haymitch pauses, in the midst of burping the infant. He hasn’t considered it, not really. The fact that Everest looks like him, or how that makes him feel. “Maybe he’ll grow out of it.”

Y/N huffs a laugh, staring over at their child, in his arms. “I doubt it.”

Taglist: @lam-ila @druby2011-blog

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Merry Gyftmas!

Howdy! Merry Gyftmas, & a happy holidays to all those who celebrate! As a gift, I've gathered some fics that should be centered around this wintertime tradition!

Our First Gyftmas (2022) by SXH1417 (General Audiences, Complete)

It's their first Gyftmas all together. The twins haven't been with them for long, but they wanted everything to be perfect for them! For Huxley <3

Robin's Nest by EmeraldHaze15 (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

Surely a Bitty should be for life, not just for Gyftmas? You had serious doubts on whether it was the wisest thing for your neighbours to get their young son a Bitty for Gyftmas. Especially a sensitive Cherry type...

Why You Shouldn't Follow Your Twin Brother Into the Basement by TheWeirdestRoller (General Audiences, Incomplete)

It's December 20th. Dream wants to see what gifts he got. Nightmare, is more than a bit against it. But their birthday is tomorrow. So, they should be allowed to look, right?

holidays, holidaze by cinnabun (General Audiences, Complete)

It’s beginning to look a lot like Gyftmas. What starts off as a perfectly calm day quickly takes a turn for the worse. Then the better. Then the sillier. Well, it is the holidays, after all.

I'll Be Home For Gyftmas by perniciousLizard (General Audiences, Complete)

Papyrus has no idea what to get his newly-returned father Gaster for Gyftmas. Undyne decides to help him pick the perfect gift. When the two of them are out on the town, they run into Gaster on a date with Grillby and realize they have a great opportunity to puzzle out the ideal gift.

A Date to Remember by Nanenna (Teen And Up, Complete)

Papyrus sees an online ad for a holiday fake date, he decides this would be the perfect jape! The whole family is supposed to gather at his parents' house this year, why not throw in a fun jape while they're at it. But a sudden change in the family's plans throws a wrench into the whole thing. Well, at least some good came of this disaster, who knew his brother and his fake date were so compatible?

Define "Cute" by ReadWithDetermination (Teen And Up, Complete)

Mutt seems to have a problem with Edge, and it possibly has to do with the way he is warding Papyrus off from giving everyone food poisoning for Gyftmas. At least, that's how it seems to Edge. Too bad everyone but Edge is oblivious to the truth. (Intended as a Gyftmas fic for Skeleshipper, but now, it's more of a New Year's gift. My bad~)

The Storm Within by Snakehands (Teen And Up, Complete)

My Gyftmas gift to Alennyah Prompts were: 1. Cherryberry (Fell Sans and Swap Sans) spending the night together on a sleigh ride. 2. Spicyhoney (Fell Papyrus and Swap Papyrus) Enjoying a bit of hot cocoa during a blizzard. 3. Kustard (Undertale Sans and Fell Sans) Sans comforting Red after a bad nightmare. I attempted to touch on all three in this oneshot. Originally this was meant to be funny but it got a little more serious in the middle than I expected. I had fun writing it, though. In a new world that feels very strange to him, a small skeleton named Red struggles to find his place above ground after a life spent in the shadows. One source of happiness in his life is Sans, his charming and mischievous partner who brings warmth and laughter to Red's tumultuous existence. As they discuss a romantic date, Red confronts his fears and insecurities, leading to a heart-stopping nightmare that threatens to unravel everything he holds dear. With love and trust on the line, can Red find the strength to embrace his new reality, or will the sins of his past consume him? Join Red and Sans in this tale of romance, self-discovery and the power of love.

I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus by andreabandrea (General Audiences, Complete)

"I was... his Santa. He was... my Rudolph." Asgore and Rudy share time together. Noelle gets a Gyftmas wish. | Request for uselessundertalefacts

Blinking Lights by perniciousLizard (Teen And Up, Complete)

It's Sans' first Gyftmas dating both Toriel and Grillby. It’s time to start some new traditions.

[babydollmarauders]

LUKEY’S B-DAY — JACK HUGHES

part of the el!hughes au

luke hughes x platonic!reader

notes: a short birthday post for our now 20 year old pookie 🫶🏻

y/n.hughes

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y/n.hughes

to my Lukey,

as an only child, i always hoped and prayed for a younger sibling, and you may not be much younger than me, but you’ve sure taught me what being an older sister is all about.

you’re my confidant, close friend, little brother, and like my oldest child, all wrapped into one perfect package. watching you grow up has been the most rewarding and joyful experience, and i’ll forever be grateful that i’ve gotten to witness it.

the patience, kindness, and compassion that you share with El is truly amazing, and i couldn’t be happier that she has an uncle like you to be by her side.

thank you for always being there for me to rant to, being my test subject for new recipes, always dropping everything to watch El, watching scary movies with me when Jack won’t, and for sleeping on the floor next to Jack and i’s bed after the said scary movie gave me nightmares.

happy birthday bubba, love you so much!

welcome to the 20’s club ♥️

p.s. thank you for treating me like family without actually wresting me like you do your brothers

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lhughes_06 thank you, lovie ❤️ thanks for always cheering me on. love you!

y/n.hughes forevermore, lukey <3

jackhughes damn i look good in those pics

y/n.hughes this isn’t about you, love

jackhughes right. happy birthday moosey! 🫎

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes haha thanks bro

_quinnhughes happy birthday, Luke! sorry i couldn’t be there to celebrate!

lhughes_06 thanks Quinny! all good!

trevorzegras AYOOO HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUKES! 🔞🥳

y/n.hughes you know he’s 20 now, right? not 19?

trevorzegras duh, 🔞 means no longer a teenager. jeez lovie

y/n.hughes sometimes i’m glad i only see you a few times a year 🤍

trevorzegras but most times you miss me and cry yourself to sleep because you just wanna see me

y/n.hughes yeah, that’s what happens. Jack can confirm.

trevorzegras i knew it

dylanduke25 birthday; noun; the anniversary of the day on which a person was born, typically treated as an occasion for celebration and the giving of gifts.

y/n.hughes can’t say i’m not confused, but i think this is a happy birthday wish?

lhughes_06 you’d be correct. thanks duker!

_alexturcotte happy birthday not-so-little Hughes!

lhughes_06 little Hughes is El now! thanks bro!

colecaufield happy day of birth dude! hope you have a blast!!

lhughes_06 thank you Cole! appreciate it, man!

dawson1417 happy birthday rusty! see you soon!

lhughes_06 thanks Daws! see you soon!

nicohischier happy 20th, Luke! your present will be awaiting you in Jersey!

lhughes_06 thanks cap! present?

y/n.hughes @/lhughes_06 if i’m not mistaken, he is your present

nicohischier i’m A present, but not HIS present

y/n.hughes okay, then i stand corrected

[popcornforone]

Spoilt

A Mr Ben Fic

Day 31 of Pedrototber (SAG Awards Prompt)

Masterlist

31 days

31 Fics

Over 32000 words

I started writing these on September the 20th when I was feeling unwell on holiday & now here we are. The last one.

Honestly I’m gonna feel a little bit lost. This has been such a project & im incredibly proud of everything I’ve written & of all the love I’ve received. So this one is written entirely for me. I am my main audience & today is my Birthday (Seriously it is) so I thought I would give myself the gift of Mr Ben!

Synopsis:- It’s your birthday & your boyfriend Ben gives you the perfect start to your evening.

Word count:- 1500

Warnings over & above:- piv sex, lots of passion & swearing & promises, basically whatever you want Ben to do for your that sweet & spicy to start your birthday off he does.

Thank you all so so much for reading all of these. I’m incredibly proud of what everyone has done art, edits & writing wise.

A huge shout out to @alyssamariag & @norththelemon for setting this all up. Maybe I’ll be back next year for it.

October 31st, Halloween. Yep it’s that day again. The day when you are kind of forgotten in the larger scheme of it all. Everyone wants to go do a fright night, or pick pumpkins, or trick or treat. But no you don’t. The world might celebrate Halloween, but you don’t. You celebrate your birthday.

Unless it’s the weekend you can’t even ever really have your birthday off. You work as a Payroll advisor, so the last day of the month people are always asking where their payslip is or why it’s different to last month. Work did remember this year. A balloon was put on your desk, & you all went out for lunch. A dodgy burger place, they actually do make a wonderful cheese burger, you wouldn’t think it but they do. When you’d done your last set of payslips they said you could leave early. So you’ve got home & face timed your family. You’re seeing them all tomorrow. You & your mum share a birthday week so always do a big joint thing every year. Your sister who’s having a baby in the spring has even volunteered to pick you up so both you & your partner can drink.

You’ve opened the cards that arrived & have made a cup of tea & are sat on the sofa wondering what to do before your other half arrives at 5ish depending on the traffic. He has less lessons on Thursday so you know he will be in then, he’s usually home before you on a Thursday anyhow. So you sit there flicking through your iPad when up it pops on your feed.

PEDRO PASCAL IS PEOPLE MAGAZINES SEXIEST PERSON ALIVE!!!

You almost drop your drink. You sit there & scroll through the article & admire his new photo shoot. He always looks so soft & sweet like he is boyfriend material, but you know deep down he’s probably a menace. This sends you down a rabbit hole & it’s not long before you have the SAG award speech he gave, up on the main TV on Netflix. Admiring those curls & that whole outfit & how adorable & humble he was. You rewind it each time after he does the interview afterwards to go back & watch his moments again. It’s your comfort as you sit there sipping your tea, sighing.

“Pedro again” you leap around like you’ve been caught masturbating. You hadn’t heard your partner come in. He’s already taken his coat off & is holding a big bunch of purple tulips for you. You pause the TV. A genuine smile forms on your lips because the one he has for you is contagious.

“What you weren’t here Ben, I needed my fix of a hot man somehow” you joke.

“I know I know” he says as he walks towards you & you lean over the top of the sofa & he kissed your lips tenderly. “But is Pedro here, did he get you flowers & did he just have to fight an old lady off at the shop to get the wine you like for dinner tonight?” You kiss him back. Short little bursts of kisses making you both giddy. Like your teenagers that Ben usually teaches.

“No he’s not” you sigh”you’ll have to do & as you have Tulips & wine I’m not gonna complain.”

“I hope not” says Ben “happy birthday beautiful” He gives you another big kiss before he backs off. “I’m gonna go put these in some water then I’ll come back”

“Okay baby”

It’s only after about 5minutes that your realise Ben hasn’t come back yet. You decide to turn off the SAG awards rerun & put on a Pedro film for background noise, one you both know inside out & can quote, Triple Frontier. You always feel sorry for Pedro character Frankie that he almost dies when that donkey falls from the cliff. You’re about 10mins in when you hear a noise behind you.

“Tadah”

You turn around & your jaw drops before you uncontrollably laugh.

“What” Ben says.

“Seriously”

“Yes”

Ben has gone to the effort to try & curl part of his hair, he’s put on his geeky im marking don’t disturb me glasses, his extra tight trousers which he’s worn once & moaned so much about chafing, & then has all but 2 buttons on a white shirt undone.

“Ben are you seriously trying to cosplay as Pedro Pascal for Halloween?”

He nod & then coughs & then put on the voice which isn’t too much different to his own.

“This is wrong for so many reasons” he says quoting the awards show you watch for comfort “& this is a state of mind you know what I’m saying” you sit there laughing & blushing & extremely aroused.

“Well baby” you flurry your hand to wave him to come join you. “If your Mr Pascal, who would you like me to be to add to your fantasy” Ben then turns bright red & pushes his glasses down his nose, he knows that will get you sodden in seconds.

“Well since you’ve asked so politely, i want you to be the happiest sexiest girl who was ever born on Halloween” he says & he sits down on the sofa & pulls you into his lap. “Forget a celebrity crush, your my girl, & just your smile turns me on” you straddle him & your caress his beard.

“Aww baby” you say before he cups your face & the intense make out begins. Your body already moving knowing pleasure will be coming.”I do appreciate this Ben, but I don’t need Pedro, I just need you, your the man I love, the man I live with, the man who in 6 months time I’m going to share a name with” you then start to nibble on his ear lobe & he moans, he’s got one hand on your arse & the other desperate to find his fly.

“Yea it’s my name you will have baby”

“Im yours, you claimed me long ago”

“Oooh don’t I know it” the noise of the zip fills the room it makes you moan.

“On this sofa after a Christmas party”

“Yea what a night”

“Yea so fucking good”

“Still think it’s good baby”

“No its… oooh fuck” you are wearing a dress but he’s pushed your underwear to the side & slipped inside your cunt so easily as you were aroused & ready to take him, you slowly sink down taking all of him & it’s a earthy deep moan you let out “no Ben… it’s fucking phenomenal” you start to rock around him as he thrusts up into you.

“Fuck baby, god your extra tight tonight Jesus”

“You got me In the mood, oooh yesss baby” your mouths mould together. A swift hand slaps your arse as you grind around his penis. Each thrust even more exquisite as the last. Your walls clamping hard.

“Yes beautiful Ooooh fuck”

“Fuck Ben more more oooh fuck”

“Gonna fill you up, your mine, all mine”

“Yours fucking yours”

“Yes baby fuck yessss” Ben puts both his hands on your neck & makes intense eyes contact with you as you bounce hard around him, overwhelmed & overstimulated. It won’t be long before you cum. You feel seen. You feel loved. But the man you are looking at is not Pedro Pascal or someone dressed up trying to be him. It’s you other half your Ben. He’s the one you adore, would do anything for & the fact he’s gone to so much effort for your birthday just makes you love him even more. You bite your bottom lip, your rhythm uneven, the climax approaches. Ben sees it in your eyes & leans in & whispers into your ear that line that’s always unspoken.

“I’m Your Daddy” was he quoting Pedro? Was he saying it for real? You didn’t give a fuck. You cum, so hard the world is filled with stars, all the magic in the world is at your fingertips as your orgasm rips through you. The lap below you trembles as you almost finish your rocking. You hear a deep moan as Ben fills you up, coating you with his seed. He’s panting heavily as you rest your head on his shoulder & whisper back to him.

“So daddy,” you giggle as you say it”are you gonna have a panic attack & leave now you’ve claimed your prize?” He soothes your back as he regains his motor skills.

“Me leave you? Never” he smirks as he kisses the side of your head. “Your gonna have to do more than that to make me leave”

“Good, cos I ain’t going anywhere”

“Neither am I baby” he says lifting your head & you both chuckle as you move the curl he tried to do out of his face. “& id never leave you on your birthday”

[eldritch-spouse]

MY BIRTHDAY IS THE 20TH UH SO UH WOULD THE ICONS CARE ABOUT THEIR SO’S BIRTHDAY? HOW WOULD THEY CELEBRATE IT?

(Or Just Livius cause he’s my bbg and I loooove him)

[Happy barfday, you aged. 🎉]

Icons during your birthday

Vesper wakes you up with birthday head. Sure, you get that plenty of times, but this one is special!! Because he's going to eat you out to the table and then, as you're having breakfast, someone else is between your legs. The whole ring knows, so you probably have a plethora of gifts that are usually some variation of degenerate or filthy and funny. Vesper does pay attention to what you say however, so he'll make sure to get you things you actually want aside from just whatever he thinks would look sexy on you. The day goes by in a hurry because you're too fucked out to think honestly.

Rinx throws the largest party ever. It's embarrassing. It's super embarrassing. But hey, you get a house-sized pile of presents. You're going to spend most of the day opening these while Rinx peels himself for your approval. Put it on! Put every cloth and jewel he gave you on! Let's face it, he probably gets a bit of everything, since usually when you want something Rinx just gets it instantly. He knows it's selfish of him to ask you this on your birthday... But can he fuck you on the pile? Please?

You like piñatas? Kalymir likes piñatas... Okay, now bash the fuck out of this prisoner's brains! That's a fun way to start. You're going to play all sorts of games, from aim to raw power, all of them resulting in some por sod's death. If you have a favorite type of weapon or sport, he's one hundred percent going to bet on that too. You're going to be eating like a real Queen too, so don't worry about breaks. You're going to celebrate every birthday with Kalymir just like you did the first one in your life- Naked, screaming, and covered in blood.

Zizz will ask if you want to spend the whole day in bed. He'll get up and go anywhere you want since it's your day, but he also had a perfect setup ready just to stay with you in his room the whole time and watch movies or play stupid games and nap together. Your presents are buried under endless piles of plushies, and he's going to enjoy watching you dig around for them, especially when you get stuck in a tower of stuffed animals and pillows and he gets to see you wiggle your ass in a struggle. Do you like video games? Zizz will get you into them today.

You've never had a real birthday cake until you become Vorticia's lover. This woman will get you such a magnificent, delicious, mouth-watering, gorgeous, unbelievable cake that you will cry for more, and probably get a stomach ache. She's content to sit with you on her lap and feed it to you, maybe even make you lick her fingers clean. But, eventually, she might just drop you on it and let you go ham. Watching like a pervert before scooping you up to lick you clean, and dropping you again. After that, it's a relatively normal day, she has plenty of cute presents for you and will take you to her son's esteemed sorbet establishment to have all the fun you want.

Livius is very good at listening to the things you want, that's why his presents are usually always the best out of all Icons, as he seems to hit the nail on the head every single time. Since he assimilates plenty of your tastes, he's likely to guess correctly what you'd most like to do for your birthday, and has no issue slipping into the surface to rip his way into the theaters or go to a water park, whatever the Hell you so please! Nothing will stop him from giving you everything you want, so that you feel so special in that one day that you'll never feel jealousy ever again in your entire life. Because you deserve that.

Cero is too fucking extra. This is the definition of being treated as a Queen. You're forbidden from moving a muscle since the moment you wake up. He's already dolled up with the best attire he has, the servants will start piling in the room to bathe and dress you like a doll, preparing you to go out into the halls and greet all sorts of people you've never even heard of as Cero apparently organized a dazzling party while you were fast asleep. You feel sorry for the imps. Since the spotlight is always on you, it will feel a little exhausting, but Cero's always there to make sure others definitely give you space, by shooing them away, or speaking for you. You're complimented and praised the entire time by everyone, including him, and you get some of the most elegant gifts ever out there. Then, of course, you're gently fucked in your get-up while the King of Pride whispers about how well-behaved you were.

[fishsticksloser]

May i request rottmnt of little sister reader who gives her brothers things she knows they wished to had.

Like she knows mikey wanted that famous rare cooking book that got sold out years ago and she comes up to him saying " hey mikey, close your eyes and give me your hands, i swear it's not a prank! " and when she gives him he gets so shocked he almost cry and scream at the same time.

She do the same with her 3 older brothers because she loves going so far to make them happy.

( in case you couldn't find a thing that may make the brothers so happy may i suggest; a poster of leo with lou outfit back when he was fighting in BNC, for Donnie a rare computer chip, and for raph she sew a ghost bear - she hates him btw - teddy bear big size for raph).

If this request is too much then please ignore it.

Gifting the Boys Presents

RotTMNT + gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, swearing

A/N: I had a better idea for Donnie :] Requests are closing on the 20th, get your requests in before then!

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Donnie & Leo (cause twins)

The twins' birthdays were coming up.

You were so worried about what to get them, especially Donnie

Donnie was hard to shop for

So... You went to Draxum to see if he could help you get what you needed for the purple turtle

You had managed to snag Leo's, it was a custom order

Draxum managed to get you what you needed for Donnie too

Now all that was left was to wrap them

"Happy birthday to yoooooooooouuuuu!"

The twins blew out the candles on their cake

Leo wrapped his arm around Donnie, a bright smile on his face

The cake was amazing, like always

"Time for presents!"

The 2 other boys gave them their gifts, birthday boys showing their appreciation

"Alright, Bee, it's your turn!"

You hand Leo his present first, placing it gently in his hands

"Oh my god..."

Leo unrolls the poster, showing him beating the Battle Nexus in his Lou Jitsu outfit

"Wow, Bee... I... I don't have the words..."

You dropped Donnie's in his lap, he winced

"What the hell..."

He unwrapped it, leaving a thick box with Uranium inside

"I had to ask Draxum for help, but I managed to get you 7 kilograms... I know it's not much..." I learned that 7kg of Uranium weighs 16lbs....

"This was more than I wanted! Thank you."

Leo and Donnie hug you so tight, you almost can't breathe.

Mikey

You finally found it

Chef Rupert Swaggert's cookbook

Mikey had been wanting it for years, but never managed to get his hands on it

Plus, the one you found was signed!

Yes, Meatsweats was a villain who had tried to eat your brothers, but it was still something Mikey wanted

Afterall he was a huge Condescending Kitchen fan

"Hey, Mike? I have a present for you."

"What? It's not even my birthday."

"I know... I just found this and it made me think of you."

Mikey comes over and you hand him your hurriedly wrapped present

"Oh MI GOSH! YOU FOUND THE LIMITED EDITION RUPER SWAGGER COOKBOOK!?"

"Oh, there's something even better."

"What could possibly be better than this?"

You flip the cover open, showing Mikey Rupert Swaggert's signature

"Thank you so much! I-I don't really even know how to thank you!"

He picks you up, squeezing you

When he sets you back down, you see tears in his eyes

At least they're happy tears

Raph

You knew you weren't supposed to be top-side, but Raph was upset and you wanted to help

You wanted to cheer your eldest brother up

Maybe you could grab his favorite pizza or maybe get him a cool new bear

You passed by a thrift store when you saw it

A Ghostbear teddy that had sold out long before you were born

Yes... You hated Ghostbear, but this was the perfect thing to cheer Raph up

You went in and bought it before racing back home

"Raph! Close your eyes and hold your hands out."

"Dandy, I'm not in the mood."

"Please? It's not a prank, I promise."

Eventually he complies, he can't say no to you afterall

You set the stuffy in his giant palms

"Open."

He opened his eyes and stared at the toy

"Is... Is this the Ghostbear plushy that was sold out like... 15 years ago?"

"Yeah. I found it, I thought it would cheer you up."

Raph pulled you into his lap, tears in his eyes

"Thank you. I really needed this."

The rest of the night, you 2 sat comfortably, Raph's chin resting on your head

He told you stories about your brothers before you came around

[willowisapillow]

☂️🍑 Y2K Peach, My Beloved 🍑☂️

jksdjksdwk Istg I need to draw other Mario girls, but I always end up drawing Peach in the end I’m just currently too obsessed with her, plz help me 🥲

Drew this as both a (belated) 18th anniversary to Super Princess Peach (damn, I can’t believe this game is the same age as me 💀), and as a (also belated) birthday gift for one of my buddies from DeviantArt, @therosypinkprincess .

We both really like Peach, so I felt like drawing her a sweet little present. I suggest you check out her art if you have the time, it’s absolutely beautiful and so pretty 💖💕

I wanted to start this before October 20th rolled around, which was the day Super Princess Peach first dropped in Japan (and coincidentally the same day Super Mario Wonder also dropped), but I was starting to get a little burned out after trying to complete a bunch of Spooktober and Blacktober art, so I had to put it on hold. Fast forward to a couple of days ago, I finally had the motivation to continue the art, with a few changes.

I love Super Princess Peach. It’s one of my favorite Nintendo DS games, and I love that Nintendo finally realized that it was time to give Peachy some justice by letting her go on a solo adventure. This time she got to save the day all by herself, and also rescued her mans this time.

Games like this, the Smash Bros. series, Mario + Rabbids, SMB2, and others prove that Peach is more than just a pretty-faced damsel, and is far from a “dumb blonde”, or an, “airhead”. She doesn’t always get kidnapped and is clearly capable of defending and taking care of herself and uses her hyper-feminity to kick ass.

It’s perfectly a-okay if you prefer other Mario ladies over her, but it bugs me so much that she’s so often just categorized as only a damsel because she’s girly, kind, empathetic, and soft-spoken.

Also greatly annoys me how often in stuff like fanart, fanfiction, and animations, she’s always made a punching bag, demonized, or made weaker to make the other ladies look better in comparison. All of that is just no 😃

And regarding Super Princess Peach, I never understood the whole, “sexist” accusations that people were calling the game all because Peach had different emotions in the game. She ain’t the only one who uses her emotions, the rest of the cast has different emotions too, but unlike them, Peach can actually control hers. So, all in all, I just personally find the whole, “sexist” claim kinda goofy ngl

Honestly speaking, I only have one gripe with this game. I wished that they did a little more with my boy Perry’s backstory, because it sadly didn’t go anywhere, and it hints that his kidnapper might be at large. Other than that, the game is still pretty solid, and it definitely holds up. Especially the music, it’s got a couple of bangers.

As you’ve guessed by the title, I wanted to go for a more Y2K feel not just aesthetic-wise, but also fashion-wise. I went on Google, and searched for a bunch of outfits from 2005, the year SPP came out. I went with this outfit I found on Google, and since it had pink in it, I definitely knew that it would be perfect for Peach. There’s also this 2005 Fashion Fever Barbie that also inspired this outfit.

And speaking of which, at the time of sketching the art, I was also watching some Y2K stuff that I grew up with to get me in the mood, and that included some CGI Barbie movies (because Barbie is such a movie icon ✨) such as The Barbie Diaries and Fairytopia. There’s also other stuff I watched like Winx Club, Totally Spies, and the Bratz TV Show.

I wanted to put her hair in pigtails, along with giving her peach fruit earrings because, well… that’s literally what she’s named after. Also included a little easter egg reference to her final smash in the Smash Bros. series if you can figure out where it is 👀

I really loved how this art turned out, though I wanted to give Peach the whole, “down-to-earth, wholesome, sweet girl-next-door” type vibes with her new outfit, with a hint of some girly pop. Kinda similar to characters like Lizzie McGuire, Betty Cooper, and Disney ladies such as Snow White and Giselle. I think I succeeded with it, both her and Perry look kawaii af ❤️

And for those of you who can't read Japanese, the text on the left side just reads, "Peach and Perry-chan!". I just put it into Google Translate, and thought that it would go well with the art.

☂️ 🍑 ☂️

[katsushika-division]

ARB Birthday Special: Touya Kisaragi

 ~~ August 20th ~~

“Love is hard to find, hard to keep, and hard to forget.”

Login Lines:

“Toooday's my birthdaaay~! Happy Birthday to meeee~! Teehee! Oh! Someone’s here! Hiiii! Hm? What’s this?”

“A present? For me? Ooh! Thank you! *mwah* Thank you! *mwah* Thank you! *mwah* I'll treasure it forever! *mwah*”

Voice Lines: 

“I'm so excited! I’ve been waiting all year for today! Yay me~! *claps* This is the first time I'm celebrating my birthday~! No one ever bothered enough to do anything for me when I was younger.”

“Hisa-chan made a special breakfast for me today. He made me chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream, strawberry syrup, and sprinkles~! Hisa-chan never lets me have sweets for breakfast. He says too much sugar is bad in the morning, but since it’s my birthday, I could have it just this once.” 

“Oh? Do you like my outfit? I got it, especially for today~. Perfect for a wild night out! Now I just need to put my extensions on. Let's see if I can get anyone to take me home with them tonight.” 

“Hi, Haruka-nee. Sorry, I haven't been able to visit you in a while. I got thrown into jail, which was kinda not fun, but I met some people while I was there, tho! Hisa-chan and Rin-chan! They’re the first people to care about me since you died! *pauses* Not that it's nice, but sometimes I wish you were still alive, Haruka-nee. Maybe then I wouldn't have turned out the way I did.” 

“Hisa-chaaan! You remembered! Hehehe! Sorry! It's just that I'm really excited, Hisa-chan! This is just the first time I've had anyone give me anything for my birthday. *sniffs* That really means a lot. Thank you.”

“Ahh! It's so cute and fluffy! What should I name you? I know! I’ll call you Marcie! Oh! There's even a place inside to store my knife! I know, just the one too! Thanks, Hisa-chan!”

“Riiin-chaaan! It's my birthday. Don't be a big meanie to me. *hugs* That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me, Rin-chan. Don't worry, tho. *smiles* I think of you as my big brother, too. *gasps* You did~! Ooh! Gimme! Gimme!” 

“Oh~! It's so cute!! Wait? What do you mean you made it? *blinks* Rin-chan, you're using those big words again. I don’t understand what you're saying. *stomps foot* Stop being mean to me, Rin-chan! *pauses* Hisa-chan! Rin-chan won't stop calling me stupid! Tell him to stop!”

Akihisa Lines:

“Happy Birthday, Touya. You’ve been vibrating all week, of course, I remembered. Touya…you are perhaps one of the strongest people I've ever met, never forget that. *pauses* I know it can't give back the childhood that was brutally stolen from you, but here's a gift from me. I hope you enjoy it.” 

“I know you're fond of things like this. So I got you a stuffed rabbit. Handmade as well. I had that put in place just so you're never without a weapon. Very few people expect a knife to be hidden inside a stuffed doll. You're welcome, Touya.”

Rintaro Lines:

“Alright, Happy Birthday, you pink thing. You're lucky I think of you as like the little brother I never had, Touya. *coughs* Anyway, enough with the emotional shit I got you a little something for your birthday. So here.”

“Considering you like dressing up a lot, I decided to make you a makeup kit. Yeah, cosmetic chemistry is a thing, ya know? Like in lipstick, formaldehyde is used to preserve, while titanium oxide is used for eh? Oh, right, you got no brain cells in that coconut hollow head of yours. What are you gonna do about it then? No, wait! You little shit!” 

[marshmallowprotection]

Hey Kait! It's my 20th birthday today, and I'm...actually a little sad. Can I get birthday wishes from the RFA and cuddles from Saeran?

Oh, dear. That won't do! Birthdays can be hard for many people for a variety of reasons. You don't need to feel sad on your special day in the world of your found family. They all know what it feels like to have a hard day, and they all make an effort to ensure that everyone else is able to have a nice moment at the end of the day. Even if all that can be done that day is a shared cake or a phone call. It means a lot in the scheme of things.

They want you to have the best day you can have and if it's within their reach to make it happen, there's an exciting experience waiting to be explored. Yoosung and Zen drop by with some treats they tried to make together. They seem to be... oddly colored but they taste so good! Who knew those two could pull that off for you? A firm hug and a shared treat can really make you smile.

Jaehee and Jumin get you something practical but not useless. A set of stationary, warm clothes, and if you're super-super lucky, a special surprise from Elizabeth the 3rd with a weekend holiday trip for two in a nice location you might have mentioned very briefly to someone in passing. You know you can smile when your friends think of the little things and big things!

Saeyoung is the one that gets a little choked up... even more than his twin does. He's grateful you found his brother, so, can you blame him if he cries on this day? His gift might surprise you. Well, his gifts are known to surprise many. Don't worry, it's not a fire-breathing dog! It's actually something better! He and his brother value real photos... and well, he made sure to get a big print of the last time the RFA was able to be together for you to place in your room. This way, there's always proof you're cared for.

And Saeran? God, there's no stop to what he'll do. He wants you to be charged up from the minute you wake up. He's making all your meals, he helps you comb your hair and get dressed, and he won't stop a lot of gentle praise that floats in your ears. It's perfect. You're perfect. It's going to be a day to remember as long as he's here with you, and all you need to do is relax and let him whisk you away on a day worth all the fuss over you.

[more-than-a-princess]

In front of her, as they approached the district known for its nightlife and many clubs and bars, Sonia smiled genuinely in return. Anzu couldn't see it of course, but that didn't mean it didn't matter: her friend was a vivacious and fascinating person, with a heart and soul so large and bright it was seemingly difficult to contain to the stage. A natural performer, to the point that Sonia had been quite surprised when she'd suggested what to do on a night they both had off. The Ultimate Princess had incorrectly assumed that Anzu, after spending so much time in the spotlight, would want a break from it all. Perhaps that was Sonia's own self-projection.

"I am glad as well," Sonia told her, realizing her smile would be of little help in adding to the conversation. "I shall rely upon your guidance, Anzu-san! Truth be told, it is my first time visiting an establishment such as this."

Not that Sonia hadn't heard of host clubs and bars. Anime, manga, and dramas offered plenty of various insights into the host club world, from pastel school blazers to evenly applied spray tans. But it was one of the more controversial, thus discreet, ways the truly wealthy Japanese spent their money: unlike the flashy sports cars and "garish and loud" designer labels (her mother's words, but it was fitting) beloved by plenty of wealthy offspring around the world, the old moneyed Japanese were so discreet that, at best, they blended into crowds on trains and on the street in perfect camouflage. Yes, she'd visited single family detached homes with their own private onsen or luxury condos a two minute walk from Shibuya station, but the cars and clothes were quiet luxury, and many of those with drivers' licenses drove themselves (barring a night of drinking where the family chauffeur was called upon to take care of them).

Money, instead, was spent on experiences: elite boarding schools in Europe (including Novoselic. There were several Japanese teens whose families had sent them to In Utero purely for an excellent education and to befriend the Princess of Novoselic, only to become gravely disappointed that Princess Sonia had opted to finish her high school education in Japan), first class or private flight accommodations for luxury vacations, booking an entire 10-seat sushi restaurant for two or obtaining a last-minute table at Joel Robuchon (despite reservations being booked four months out), touring a building or business they intended to buy to celebrate their 20th birthday, and host and hostess clubs. The latter was done as quietly as possible: a common knowledge that it was widely practiced but an unflattering habit should it ever be revealed to fellow members of the upper crust. Wealthy and power young men and women alike bought their hosts and hostesses all the loudly branded, sparkling, and engine-revving items they'd never be able to sport themselves, but Sonia knew enough future CEOs, politicians, and trophy spouses who felt like they 'owned' their favored host or hostess, as high school or college students, because they'd bought them an Italian sports car or a closet full of designer handbags.

She couldn't tell Anzu, she thought as they turned a corner, but she was a little nervous: she trusted her friend to have planned a safe and comfortable outing for them both, but she hoped she wouldn't accidentally meet anyone who would eagerly inform the King and Queen of Novoselic about their daughter's whereabouts that evening. From gossip at various events she'd attended as Princess, she also had managed to overhear various tips and suggestions from young men and women who visited such clubs: if you're under twenty, dress a little older. Nothing too loud. Offer gifts and compliments with discretion. Choose a host or hostess who knows how to keep their mouth shut.

Thankfully, the swirling questions in her mind would soon be put to rest. Sonia's gaze followed Anzu's direction to the elegant silver banner depicting the club's name. It seemed different than the rest of the businesses on the block: with reds or pinks or brighter, if not blinding, lights. She followed Anzu to the professional headshots created for each host, not a spray tan or spiky hairdo between the lot of them. "I think I have seen her before," Sonia commented, the heels of her Roger Vivier mary janes clicking against the pavement. "But I have never met her. She seems to have many friends at school: I believe I remember her being surrounded by many girls, from our school or otherwise. And if you believe she is a good person, Anzu-san, then I am sure I shall be delighted to meet her too!"

"Still," Sonia continued as she followed Anzu inside, "It puzzles me as to why your friend Rui-kun and Yaguchi-san do not get along. Yaguchi-san is a kind and friendly person, courteous and helpful and wonderful to talk to." She pointedly left out the amount of rippling, defined muscles that highlighted Shinobu Yaguchi's arms and torso, something she'd personally witnessed for herself a few months back when she'd returned her samue and presented her with flowers that, to Sonia's delight, Shinobu had accepted. Granted, Anzu had been present for all of it too, so it was a moot point to mention anyway. "I imagine she would have many friends. Perhaps she is shy?"

While she spoke, she took in the atmosphere of the club: the cool-toned, sleek decor, the abundance of glittering chandeliers above their heads, a few booths already occupied with young women and their selected hosts. To Sonia's relief, none of them seemed to embody quiet luxury: many of them chose cutesy styles not out of place in Shibuya or bold luxury labels mostly from Europe: from apparel to accessories to shoes, they seemed enamored by their hosts who, albeit far more discreetly, sported a few similarly luxe items as well. From the chatter she'd heard at various parties, it was likely these women were hostesses as well or in a similar service industry and it was their time off, their turn to be pampered. She could not blame them, she thought as she approached the front of house behind Anzu. Soon enough, Sonia found herself trying to stifle a chuckle at the older man's joke that Anzu clearly hadn't understood: two younger cousins obsessed with various Nintendo products and being best friends with Chiaki Nanami ensured that was a reference Sonia could not miss.

"Thank you," She smiled at the man, once she was able to contain her amusement and slip off her deep green overcoat, to be handed off to one of the hosts to hang presumably from the way he stretched out his arms in offering. It was necessary for that time of the year: the deep green lace dress, lined through the bodice and skirt only, ended at the middle of her thighs and left her arms and wide scalloped neckline only covered in a single layer of green lace. It ended in a deep V in the back, one that bared a good amount of her skin when she walked, thanks to the high ponytail she'd chosen to style her hair in that evening. Her mother had hated the dress, mostly because of the short length and how fitted it was over her hips, but it did make her look older than her seventeen years. At least the black tights she'd worn with it would keep her legs suitably warm.

Her amusement faded though, when she noticed Anzu's disappointment. "Oh no, Anzu-san...well, perhaps we could simply return sometime and I may meet your Rui-kun at a later date? I am sure we may still find reason to enjoy our time here. We shall have a proper girls night, fo' sho'!" She beamed, nodding her approval to Monsieur's idea and following Anzu's lead.

Or so she was, for when they reached the booth, she'd asked her the most peculiar question as Sonia slid the chain strap of her handbag off her shoulder. "Are the hosts...not simply assigned to you when you enter?" She inquired with a puzzled tilt of her head. "Forgive me, I thought it was like a cafe where one is simply assigned to you when they have availability."

She looked up at the chandelier over their booth in thought, trying to do her best by Anzu and take her question into consideration. She'd only had a quick glance at the photographs when they'd entered, and the hosts seemed to range from playfully easygoing to semi-formal, or at least a stylish sort of business look. But Sonia found herself facing the same problem she had at every party, at every ball, at every gala where she was expected to swoon over a potential partner.

She gave Anzu an apologetic look and a small shake of her head, just as her phone began to vibrate several times in succession in her grey quilted leather handbag. For so many messages, Sonia thought, it must be important as she reached for the double C turnlock: she hadn't shown up entirely unlabeled, so to speak. "I do not know if they are 'hotsexy,' really," She admitted. Perhaps she was visiting a Host Club all wrong? Was it truly so simple to see someone physically attractive and decide to love them, just like that? "How would I know if they are 'hotsexy' unless I speak with them? I suppose I have always found others attractive by their thoughts, and values, and passions first."

Speaking of attraction, it had been another surprise of the evening for Sonia to find out that it had been Shinobu behind the five text messages in a row. Shinobu, with her interest in reading novels who enjoyed kaiju movies and doted on the koi in the pond in her house's front garden. She'd read the two books she'd lent her and had returned them before she'd left for Novoselic for the required Christmas holiday events: it was entirely possible, after all, that her friend would want to read her books during the time away from Hope's Peak, when she wasn't practicing her archery of course.

Archery...a mental image Sonia did not need to preoccupy herself with for the second time in the span of an hour: Shinobu shattering a target, Shinobu who made such a thing look effortless, with her raw strength and power of her arms and back and-

"O-oh, though as we were speaking of Yaguchi-san, she has messaged me several times in a row to say she enjoyed the chocolates you helped me give her for Valentine's Day and she regrets not thanking in me in person, due to the circumstances of the day," Sonia explained. It would be rude to leave Anzu in the dark unless it truly needed to be private. "Thank you again for your assistance with that, by the way. I was certain that crowd would have trampled me otherwise. She also wishes us a pleasant evening."

@more-than-a-princess

With the person she was intending to meet running late, Shinobu sat upon the bench at the train station, waiting. Too often did loitering in a public place seem to others as an invitation to approach her with confessions or date requests, so looking occupied was a (mostly ineffective) attempt to stave off such behavior. In this instance, they held their phone in their hands, trying to determine what sort of message might be appropriate for the situation at hand. For now, at least, she recognized the importance of composing the message in full before ever typing, rather than subject the recipient to the endless triple dots should she happen to be looking.

[Yaguchi]: Miss Nevermind, I wanted to express my appreciation for the chocolates you sent me the other day. They were both thoughtful and delicious. [Yaguchi]: I regret that I couldn't see you on the day in question, but as you may have heard, there was a certain unpleasant incident that kept me rather occupied well into the evening. [Yaguchi]: I'd hoped to see you and convey my appreciation in person later, but it seems it's been quite the busy week for both of us. [Yaguchi]: Ideally, I'll be able to meet with you and Anzu later tonight, but in the event that it's impossible for me to do so, I wanted to speak with you before the distance between then and now became too great, and I appeared ungrateful. [Yaguchi]: In any event, I wish you and Anzu a pleasant evening.

The message was regrettably long, but there wasn't much Shinobu could do about it. There were enough things that warranted mentioning that it simply required a series of messages. Still, even after saying that much, Shinobu wondered if there was yet more to say. "Shinobu-san!" The introspective moment was broken by the sound of a familiar voice. It seemed there would be no time for further messaging, with Shinobu looking up from her phone to see the person she was meeting disembarking from the train. "I hope you weren't waiting for me long. Are you ready to go?"

"Girls' night!" Anzu declared with a small laugh, walking behind her new friend with a cheery, carefree expression. "I'm glad we could do this, Sonia-san. It's gonna be so much fun!" With the majority of her friend group being 'old people who worked at the theater' and 'Shinobu-chan exactly,' it wasn't like there were many people who would come with her to a host club, or really anywhere she liked to go. She really enjoyed the nightlife, and while there was a limit to the kind of messy fun she could get into when accompanied by Sonia, whose reputation was important enough to be worth protecting, it was still nice to have a friend around.

As they approached the club, Anzu pointed out the sign, a large, fancy, silver banner over the entrance that read SHOOTING STARS in English, with NAGAREBOSHI in smaller kanji between the two words. A moderately classy display beside the door featured the establishment's social media accounts, testimonials from local entertainment figures (including, perhaps, a certain Kohaku Goto XII herself) and headshots of the most popular hosts. It was the photographs in particular that most drew Anzu's attention.

"That's one of our classmates in 77-B," she explained, pointing to the only woman among the hosts, a handsome girl with short blue hair and a classy vest over a short-sleeved button-up shirt. "Rui-kun! She's the Ultimate Host." How exactly an underage girl had won that title two years ago, Anzu wasn't sure, and wasn't going to question. In a lot of cases, HPA students were just that exceptional, to the point where normal rules didn't seem to apply to them. Or maybe it was the case that rather than the 'talent' that everyone talked so much about, the core of being a Hope's Peak Academy student was more about 'going so far as to accept no obstacles in the way of one's dreams.' Or not. Anzu wasn't smart enough to think about those kinds of questions.

"She and Shinobu-chan don't really get along, but she's not a bad person," Anzu explained, taking one last look towards the display before leading her friend into the club. Shinobu didn't get along with most people, so Anzu didn't necessarily think of it as a disqualifying factor. The club's interior was cleaner and more presentable than many others of its kind, not that Sonia might have much to compare it to. Rather than the neon pinks or sultry reds of a lot of clubs, Shooting Stars kept a comfortably mellow blue aesthetic, paired with classy blacks and clean whites. Comfortable plush booths surrounded small, round tables that nearly sparkled, the ceilings dotted with perhaps too many chandeliers. A presently-unused stage sat in the back of club, and at this early hour, only a few seats were filled with women in dresses or businesswear, some looking like they may have come straight from the office. The working men, similarly, presented a fairly unified image - nice clothes, trendy haircuts, far more jewelry than most men.

Standing at the front of house was an older man by the standards of the district, likely around 30, with glasses, a dark suit, white gloves, dark hair pulled back into a short ponytail. "Welcome, treasured guests, to Shooting Stars," he said with a smile and a polite nod, first to Sonia, then to Anzu. "Anzu-san, it's been too long. Thank you for thinking of us, and bringing a friend." Anzu nodded, beaming. "Hey, Monsieur. I have an appointment tonight, with Rui-kun." At that, the man's smile faltered only a bit. "Ah... I'm afraid your prince is in another castle." That the actress showed no reaction to the reference seemed to dampen his spirits. "Er... Rui-san is, unfortunately, out tonight." He leaned in, speaking more quietly. "Her younger siblings are ill, and she seemed concerned about them. I sent her home, rather than have her worry all night."

Anzu frowned. "Oh... Well, I guess that's a good reason." The man straightened back up. "I'm sorry for you and your friend to have come all this way, but if you'd like to stay, I'm happy to offer you a small discount?" He motioned towards one of the nicer-looking open booths. "If the two of you would like to take a seat, I'll join you in a moment to figure out what we can do for you instead." Disappointed though she was at Rui not being there, Anzu nodded. "Alright. Thanks, Monsieur." Leading Sonia towards the offered booth, she sighed. "Sorry, Sonia-san. I wanted you to meet Rui-kun, but I guess she's not here tonight. Did you think any of the guys on the display were especially hotsexy?"