#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.

[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.

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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

[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.

[autisticlancemcclain]

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Christmas with his Pa was a pretty simple affair. His Pa wasn’t very religious, and always kinda busy, but he made time for a little tree and a couple presents every year. Keith still has the sketchbook and Crayola pencils he got for Christmas the year before Pa died. He hasn’t used them since that horrible February night, and he probably won’t ever.

But Christmas with the Esposita-McClains is a whole other ballpark. 

Christmas isn’t the first celebration he’s had with the McClains. There was his birthday, a month and a half before — Marcela had taken him, Lance, and the rest of the siblings to laser tag, which had been fun. Lance had gifted him one of his prized heart-shaped rocks from his collection. He’d also made Keith a cake — “All on my own!” (Only he’d forgotten to beat the eggs, and so when Keith cut the cake he’d found a full egg yolk, cooked at the bottom. Poor Lance was mortified, but Keith laughed so hard Veronica had been a little panicked and forced him to take a puff of her inhaler so his lungs didn’t give out. Keith still ate the cake — it was delicious, minus the egg.)

Christmas, though, has a little more pomp and circumstance. Technically, he’s supposed to spend Christmas with the fosters, but he’d informed them he had plans and they didn’t ask questions, so he packed his bag on December 20th — the last day of school before winter break — and went home with Lance. 

He spends the days leading up to Christmas making several dozen paper snowflakes and garlands with Lance and Rachel, helping Miguel — Lance’s papà — decorate the tree, and baking with Marcela and Marco. Luis and a heavily pregnant Lisa are also staying over, so it’s a pretty full house. 

Keith decides he liked all the fuss.

On Christmas Eve, Keith goes with them to Mass, and honestly kind of enjoys it even though Lance complains the whole time. He’s never been before. It isn't exactly fun, or anything like that, but it’s new and strange and that’s enough to keep Keith’s interest. (Not Lance’s, though. Lance fidgets the whole time and occasionally points out silly figures he imagined in the marble floors. He also tries to start a game of double-o seven with Keith, but Marcela shuts that down remarkably quickly, which is a bit of a relief. Lance always wins that stupid game and Keith hates it).

But despite the lovely stained glass and almost cult-like chanting, the magic doesn’t start until they arrive back home. The first thing Lance does is sprint up to his room, dragging Keith behind him, to shuck off their stuffy church clothes and scramble into pajama pants and chunky sweaters (knitted carefully by Lance, with his Abuela’s guidance. The sleeves are wonky, and there are stitches sticking out all over the place – it’s the comfiest thing Keith owns, and his favourite sweater in the whole world.) They stomp down the stairs, Lance making a beeline for all the presents under the tree and Keith settling down a few feet away to watch. 

(Keith has spent several years of his life imagining the perfect Christmas he might have some day. He’d imagined the perfect tree, the smell of cinnamon and sugar wafting through the air, delicate ornaments hanging everywhere, beautiful presents under the tree. His main frame of reference are movies and T.V. shows, books and the odd advertisement, and they all painted the flawless image of What Christmas Looks Like. Keith doesn’t like to get his hopes up too high, but he does enjoy indulging his imagination. 

The tree at the McClains is a mess of decorations. Lance and Keith had started putting them on nicely, but Lance had teased Keith for being a slowpoke part way through and they’d dissolved into a competition. Miguel had laughed and indulged it. The house certainly smells of something, and it is definitely the garlic knots Marco burnt. Marcela has had every window in the house open for hours now, and it has done next to nothing. The ornaments hanging around the house are the paper snowflakes Keith and Lance had made earlier, and they’d run out of white paper quickly and used their old homework instead. Miguel had forgotten to buy Christmas wrapping paper, so every present is wrapped with bright pink paper with ‘Happy Birthday’ patterned all over it. Someone (Lance) had taken the time to scrawl ‘Jesus’ after every ‘Happy Birthday’ in a green marker, to make it more festive.

Keith wouldn’t have it any other way.)

Lance must spend twenty straight minutes begging his parents to open presents early, trying every plea he can imagine, but it’s an amused but firm ‘no’ every time. Every no makes Lance flop dramatically into Keith’s lap with a groan of equally dramatic misery.

Eventually, after hearing twenty minutes of Lance’s begging, Keith starts to get a little overexcited, too. Marcela had hugged Keith tightly when he’d asked to stay with them over the break, talking as quickly as her son often did about the presents she’d bought him and the traditions they would share with him. Keith trusts Marcela, trusts all the McClains, and so he’s been enjoying letting his imagination run wild with Lance every night. So after Miguel and Marcela refused Lance’s early present request for at least the thirtieth time, Keith nudges Lance, giving him a Look. Lance, used to Keith’s Looks, understands immediately, trying to duck his head to hide his grin. Keith puts on his best puppy dog eyes and turns to Miguel and Marcela.

“Can we please open one present, Marcela? Just the one?”

As expected, both adults soften immediately, exchanging a look. Keith and Lance do the same, smirking at each other. They are opening those presents tonight, yessir. 

“I suppose just the one would be fine,” Marcela concedes. 

Lance and Keith whoop and cheer, scrambling for the tree –

“Hold it, you crazy kids,” Miguel calls. They pause, looking back impatiently. 

“Aw, what for?” Lance whines. 

“There’s one condition,” Marcela says, raising a brow. 

“We get to pick the presents,” Miguel finishes. 

Keith and Lance exchange another look, shrugging. 

“Sure,” Keith agrees. 

Marcela and Miguel grin, looking almost excited as the boys. They rustle around the present pile for a few minutes, just long enough to make the boys antsy. Eventually they grab the parcels, handing them to each kid in turn, both so excited they’re nearly vibrating. 

To Lance, Miguel hands a decently large box, almost a foot and a half in length. It’s clearly heavy, as Lance nearly drops it when he gets a hold of it, misjudging its weight. To Keith, Marcela has to drag over a box – it’s so large it’s very nearly taller than Keith, and it’s certainly wide enough that he could fit inside it if he so pleased. Keith stares at it with wide, incredulous eyes. 

“This is for me?” he asks, breathless. 

He can’t remember the last time he had a present. Let alone one bigger than him.

Marcela smiles softly. “One hundred percent of it.”

As enthusiastic as Keith was a few minutes ago, suddenly he’s nervous. He doesn’t know why. But he has a persistent voice in his head telling him as soon as he opens that box, the illusion will shatter, and he’ll go back to being on his own. Everything has just been too wonderful so far. He feels like the other shoe has to drop at some point. 

“You go first,” he blurts, looking at Lance. 

Lance must notice his trepidation, because he holds Keith gaze carefully for a few moments before letting his excitement take over again. 

“Okay!”

He tears into the wrapping paper, revealing a white and brown box with ‘SINGER’ printed in all caps on the side. He gasps. 

“My own sewing machine! For me! Oh my gosh oh my gosh or my gosh, is it really for me?”

Miguel laughs, reaching over to ruffle his son’s hair. Lance is so excited that he doesn’t even complain about it (which is wild, because the last person to ruffle Lance’s hair was Marco, last week, and Lance had bitten him hard enough to break skin).

“All for you, kiddo. Now you don’t have to drive your poor Abuela insane with all your begging to use hers. You guys can work together!”

Lance squeals with joy, rushing over to crush both his parents in a huge hug. He even hugs Keith, even though Keith had nothing to do with the gift. Keith can’t say he minds, though. Lance is a good hugger. 

“It’s your turn now, Keith!” Lance says as he pulls back from the hug. He’s beaming at him, but Keith can’t quite find a smile himself. All of his nervousness and terror hits him at once, full force, and he can feel tears prick at his eyes.

“What’s wrong, mijo?” Marcela asks softly. Kindly. Kinder than any other adult has talked to him since his Pa, really. The thought of his Pa makes him cry harder. 

“If I open the box you guys are gonna forget about me,” Keith chokes out. 

It doesn’t make sense, not really. There’s no logic he can follow. But there’s a tight ball of dread churning in his stomach, and all he can hear is Ethan’s taunting, the last foster family – “Sorry, but we just can’t keep him any longer. He’s too much.” He can hear his current foster mother, sighing every time she sees him. He can hear his social worker, turning to him with tired eyes – “What am I gonna do with you, kid?” – and his chest hurts and his eyes blur and his hands are sweating because the Esposita-McClains – Lance – they’re nice, too nice, and they love him, but they don’t know all of him. They don’t know the parts of him that are hurting and broken and sharp and unloveable. Because so much of him is – no one loves him for long, and he’s the only constant in the equation, so it has to be him. He’s the issue. There’s something wrong with him, and soon the Esposita-McClains – soon Lance – are going to see it, and they’re going to take a few polite steps back and tell him he has to stay away, now, and Keith won’t even blame them. 

“Oh, Keith,” Marcela says, and then he’s folded into a hug so tight he can hear his bones creak. “Oh, mijo. Mi hijo precioso. Mi estrellito brillante. There is nothing wrong with you, my love. Nothing at all. You are not unloveable, you are not broken, you are not sharp. You are good and kind and brave and you are loved, mi hijo. So loved. I love you. Miguel loves you. So does Luis, and Lisa and Marco and Veronica and Rachel; they all love you. And Lance, baby, Lance loves you so much. Did you know that he talks about you every single day? Every day. Even before I got to meet you, Lance was rushing home after school saying ‘Mami, mami, you should hear what me and Keith did today, he has so many good ideas! And he’s so good at reading, Mami, I saw him read a whole chapter book in one day! He’s so cool, Mami, I can’t wait for him to come over.’ Why, it eventually came to a point where I thought you must be some kind of child celebrity, with the way Lancito talked about you!”

Keith sniffles, some of his tears slowing down. “Really?” 

Marcela continues to rock him gently, tucked in her arms, as if he’s two instead of ten. “Yes, mijo, really. There is no one on this planet who loves you as much as we do, pobrecito. Nobody.”

“We love you to the moon and back,” Miguel adds, voice just as soft and honest. 

“To the Sun and back! No, more! I love you more than there is love on Earth!” Lance insists, and it doesn’t make sense, but it does make Keith feel better. 

Keith looks at them all for a moment. His tears have made his vision a little blurry, but no one looks away from him, each one of them holding his gaze gently. Marcela still has her arm tucked around him. Lance scooches forward to grasp his hand. Miguel grins at him brightly. 

He can trust them. He knows he can. And even if this comes back to bite him in the butt later – well, why would he ruin it now?

“Okay,” he says quietly. “Okay. I love you too.”

Marcela presses a smacking kiss to his forehead, making a loud ‘mwah’ noise. “Good, mi estrellito brillante.” My bright little star. Marcela calls him that often. “Open your present, my love. That will dry your tears.”

Keeping a tight grip on Lance’s hand and staying right where he is in Marcela’s lap, he does. He reaches for the goofy wrapping paper with his free hand, tearing carefully at first, then digging in at Miguel’s gentle teasing. The paper pulls away to reveal a big, beaten cardboard box – thick and solid, so there’s nothing to indicate what’s inside. Briefly, Keith considers the possibility of him getting the puppy he’s always wanted, but dismisses it just as quickly because the box has no airholes. Also, Lance has been begging for a pet every single day for as long as Keith’s known him, and he has gotten absolutely nowhere, so. Probably not. 

Unable to quell his curiosity any further, Keith stands, carefully opening the flaps and peering inside. What he sees makes him gasp sharply, eyes going wide. 

Books! Dozens of them! Paper and hardback and new and used and fiction and non-fiction! Enough reading material for months, at the very least! 

“Oh my God,” is the only thing he can think to say. He reaches in the box just to run his fingers along the spines of a few titles: Magnifico. The Marrow Thieves. A Thousand Nights. So many books he’s never even heard of, and more that he’s been looking forward to reading. 

“I’ve been making a few stops at the thrift store every couple of days since you’ve been staying over,” Marcela says quietly, running her hand through his hair. “And one of Miguel’s coworkers has a daughter who’s moving out, so she had lots of books she was thinking of getting rid of.”

“And I told her about how much you wanted to read the Percy Jackson series!” Lance boasts. “We had to take a secret trip to Indigo when you weren’t looking. I made sure to pick out the ones with the nicest covers – not a scratch, promise! Well, except for the one I dropped. That one has a dent. Sorry.”

Keith feels tears well up again, but this time they’re not sad tears. He turns around and shoves his face into Marcela’s neck so they don’t drip onto his new books. 

“Thank you,” he cries, voice muffled into her shoulder. She chuckles softly, tucking him closely and pressing another million kisses to his hair. He can feel Lance wiggling into the hug on his left side, and Miguel’s warm hand on his right shoulder. 

“You’re welcome, mijo.”

He loves the Esposita-McClains. So much. 

—

“Hey. Hey. Keith. You awake?” 

Keith pulls the covers from over his head, blinking as his eyes adjust to the low light of the room, meeting Lance’s gaze. He has his own bed in Lance’s room now, because Marcela had claimed that she was tired of coming to check on them in the night and seeing her “horrible sleeper of a son flail and kick and steal all of the covers”. She’d dragged them both to Ikea, letting them play hide-n-seek in the displays and even buying Lance the toy shark he begged for. (Keith teased him about being a baby, but then Lance put his hands on his hips and gave him a Look – that he’d copied directly from Lisa whenever Luis and Marco started wrestling on the living room floor and almost broke things – shoving a toy hippo in his hands and telling him he was just as much of a baby as Lance. 

Keith took the hippo. Because Lance made him feel guilty about leaving it behind, not because he agreed. Obviously.)

“Yeah, I’m awake.”

Lance is quiet for long enough that Keith thinks he might have fallen asleep. 

“Do you wanna exchange the presents we got for each other?”

“Christmas is tomorrow, Lance.”

“I can’t wait! You’ve been all suspicious for a million years. I want to know so badly. Don’t you want to know what I got you?”

Honestly? Yes. Keith does. Lance has been strutting around like a proud peacock all week, and Keith is intrigued. Lance is a pretty good gift giver. Keith keeps the heart-shaped rock he gave him in his pocket, and he holds it when he’s feeling nervous. It’s nice. 

“...Yeah, okay.”

“Yes!” Lance cheers, quickly scrambling out front he covers and digging around under his bed. Keith does a flip off his bed, somersaulting when he hits the floor and crawling to the closet. He moves the mound of stuffed animals off the floor until he uncovers a thick envelope, crawling back to the middle of the room where Lance is practically vibrating in excitement, the glow of the fairy lights reflecting off his brown eyes and making them look like they’re shining. 

“Me first!” 

“You get your present first or give it first?” 

“Give it, duh. That’s more exciting.”

Keith shrugs. “If you say so.”

He’s lying, of course. It is exciting, but Lance gets all grumpy when Keith pretends to be super serious, and it’s hilarious. Right now is no exception, and Lance glares at him until he finally cracks a grin. 

“Here,” Lance says, smile quickly coming back to his face as he shoves a box in Keith’s lap. “Open, open, open.”

“Okay, jeez. Hold your horses.” Despite his teasing, Keith can barely contain his excitement as he rips into the wrapping paper. He accidentally opens the box upside down, and when he tries to lift it a million little papers fall into his lap, along with a stapled booklet. 

“What is it?” Keith questions, gathering the papers. 

Lance beams at him. “Origami paper! You like to fold stuff, but it always takes you a million years to rip the regular paper into squares. I measured a bunch of papers and cut them, so you don’t have to anymore, and you can go right to folding! Oh, and this –” he reaches over and picks up the booklet, flipping it over so Keith can see the title. “I went to the library and copied out that origami instruction book you always use, so you don’t have to keep signing it out. Now you have it!”

Carefully, Keith takes back the booklet, flipping through the stapled pages. There are dozens of them, page after page of instructions copied in Lance’s neatest, most careful handwriting, along with several pictures he traced from the book. The book and the papers – God, this must have taken Lance hours.

“You did all this? For me?” Keith can’t quite keep the bewilderment out of his voice. He doesn’t even – he doesn't even know what to say. 

“‘Course! You’re my best friend! Let me know when you run out of paper, I’ll cut you more.”

Keith swallows the lump in his throat, carefully setting down his gift to squeeze Lance tightly. 

“Your turn,” he says once he pulls away. 

If possible, Lance’s grin gets brighter. Keith places the envelope in his grabby hands, biting his lip as Lance opens it eagerly. He’s careful not to rip anything. He slides out a stapled bundle of paper – not dissimilar to his own gift to Keith – and has to muffle his own shout when he reads the title. 

“Our story! You actually – oh my gosh! Keith!” Lance briefly flicks his gaze to Keith, mouth wide in gleeful shock, before eagerly leafing through the little book. 

Keith grins. He has been working on this forever – an illustrated story of the space ranger game they’ve been playing since they met. He even used up three entire blue and red markers colouring in the space armour he designed for them.

“Veronica helped with the story typing,” he admits, “but I did all the drawing.”

Lance sets the book down to flap his hands in delight, smile so wide it squishes his cheeks and squeezes his eyes shut. He practically tackles Keith in a hug, Keith’s head just barely missing the bedpost. 

“Oof.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Keith smiles softly. “Of course.”

It takes them a good while to wind down enough to get back to bed – both of them can barely put their gifts down, but eventually they manage, Lance tugging the blankets and pillows off his own bed and piling them on Keith’s. This isn’t uncommon – Keith has his own bed now, but he frequently wakes up to one of Lance’s arms flailed on his face and his body nearly pushed right off the bed. Lance claims he gets cold on his own, which is ridiculous, because he has five of his own blankets and somehow most of them end up in a tangled mess by his feet when they wake out. 

But Keith doesn’t really mind.

“What are we gonna do tomorrow?” Keith whispers once they’re settled. 

“Whattaya mean?” 

“Well, we already opened our presents, right? Is your mom gonna be upset that we have nothing to open tomorrow?”

Lance props himself up on his elbow, looking at Keith with his head tilted. “Keith, don’t be silly. Mamá y papá got us a bunch more presents. Plus, there’s Santa.”

Ignoring the flutter in his chest at the mention of more presents – more? Than the two he’s already got? – Keith raises an eyebrow. 

“You still believe in Santa?”

“Of course not,” Lance scoffs. “Rachel told me the truth when I was four because she’s meanie. But Vero told me to drag it out as long as possible, so that way we get more gifts and sweets and stuff.”

“Oh, smart.”

“Yep.”

“...Do I get Santa presents?”

“Yes, obviously. You’re part of this family, are you not?”

This time, the flutter in his chest spreads all the way up to his face, and he smiles so wide he feels his cheeks might explode. 

“Yeah. I guess so.” He turns over, hiking his blankets up to his chin and blinking at Lance. “Night, Lance.”

“Night, Keith! Love you.”

“...Love you too.”

[footballffbarbiex]

player: Ben Chilwell words: 880 so slightly over request: Ben Chilwell - no pref - 500 - 750 words - My birthday is the 20th Dec, Chilly’s is 21st Dec, so shopping for birthday gifts in among the Christmas gifts, a night away to celebrate both birthdays in a cabin with a hot tub, snow, real fire, smut, before the madness of Christmas and the Christmas fixture list kicks off…

You hadn’t known what to expect when Ben said that he was taking you away as a mini birthday treat for you both and an early christmas present. You didn’t want to think how much was spent to secure this cabin, what with anything surrounding children’s school holidays and Christmas was an automatic price hiker after all. You hadn’t been sure what to think when he’d told you to pack for a “cabin in the woods”. Which is hardly surprising considering your first thought was “I’ve seen how this movie plays out before”. 

Snow had already begun to fall before either of you had climbed from the car but seeing it fluttering down from the sky, between the branches and landing softly onto the building had made you grin from ear to ear. From the outside, it truly looked like a log cabin with its large logs stacked upon one another until it reached a thatched type roof, but once inside, you realise this was merely an aesthetic with most of the downstairs walling being exposed brick. 

With a large AGA cooker taking pride of place in the kitchen area which overlooked the raised decking in the backyard and an impressive open fire with a small basket of logs on either side of the fire proudly holding a sign stating to be used if cold - each basket containing wood with a burn time of 3-8 hours, enabling you to pick the best log for your ideal burning duration. 

Ben had dragged the suitcases from the car to the bedroom up the stairs which featured a much bigger window than you’d been expecting and already, you couldn’t wait to get snuggled up in there and look at the stars from beneath the covers. While he took care of that, you’d looked over the hamper in the kitchen. A handwritten card hoping that you enjoyed your stay and with it brought a selection of breakfast items, a bottle of wine and things for a light lunch including what smelt like a fresh baked loaf. Out on the decking beneath a quickly growing layer of snow, is what appears to be a hot tub. 

Ben found you unpacking the final bag while you put away the food and drink that he’d purchased. So far, it felt as though there wasn’t anything that Ben hadn’t thought of for this trip and you had to hand it to him, this had clearly been something on his mind for a long time for him to have planned this so perfectly. But that’s exactly what this day has been so far - perfect. 

The two of you spent the evening heating up the house and making sure the hot tub was all fired up and nice and hot ready for after the evening meal. The cabin emitted a beautiful warm glow which poured from the windows across the rapidly deepening snow as you’d cooked together. Something which you’d done many times before at home but here in this setting, it felt different - far more romantic if you dare state such a word for something as simple yet intimate as this. He looked at you in ways that made your heart feel as though it was on the verge of bursting. His kisses held promises of something else to come. 

-

Pressing a towel to your hair, you make your way out of the bathroom and to the bedroom. Ben is already sprawled out over the mattress in only his boxers, one hand laid on his stomach while the other holds his phone as he scrolls through social media with a concentrating expression. Despite now only being dressed in a vest top and shorts, you didn’t feel the cold like you had earlier

“I still can’t believe how clear it is here,” you comment as you enter the room, the large window grabbing your attention as it has each time you’ve walked in here. Even with all the trees surrounding the cabin, the sky is still more exposed than in London. Stars are brighter here than you’ve ever seen in the city and already your camera roll is now filled with tens of photos ready to be uploaded to insta once you’re back. “The view is amazing. You couldn’t have picked a better place.”

“Mmm,” Ben nods, lowering his phone to look at you, “was just thinking the same thing about the view.” The look he gives can almost, almost, makes up for the corniness of the sentence. And if the look didn’t, then the swelling in his boxers did.  You’d heard the saying “drinking them in” but only now do you fully understand the meaning of it. The way Ben takes in the sight of you is enough to feel wetness gathering where your thighs meet. Give it a bit longer and you’ll dampen your underwear and your nipples will strain against the shirt you wear. 

“Something interesting got your attention?” you ask him as you fold up the towel nonchalantly and place it on top of the dresser. Ben leans over and reaches out, fingers skimming up your thigh until goosebumps leave a light trail where they’ve touched. 

“Call it a work in progress,” he replies, gaze remaining where he touches as they climb higher up your leg. 

[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.

☂️ 🍑 ☂️

[hearttohaato]

Encanto OC Event Week 2

Part 1: Tomás Herrera & The Madrigals

For this week about OC relationships, this'll be a perfect opportunity for me to introduce a couple background OCs that I wasn't able to last week. In order to prevent an insane amount of clogging I've decided to split the info into multiple posts, starting with the Madrigals' relationship with my favorite Just Some Guy: Tomás Herrera!

Tomás, like many other villagers within the Encanto, has lived his life understanding that the Madrigals were special people with incredible abilities. He's grown up respecting them as such, but eventually he'll come to find himself being taken in as one of their own and adopting their name - and their legacy. But though Tomás is happy to marry the love of his life and join her family, doing so comes with some difficulty adjusting to the new environment: he's gone from a household of four, to three, to two, to over a dozen. Everything gets so busy and bustling so quickly, and initially it's a little hard to keep up; for the first few years under Casita's roof, Tomás feels decidedly "un-ceptional" and like an outsider who is a Madrigal in name only. But as years go by and he gets more comfortable with all the new activity, responsibilities, and magic, he'll come to accept himself as being where he belongs just as the rest of the family already has.

In regards to Camilo Madrigal:

Tomás and three of his good friends (Santiago Torres, Cristián Vargas, and Rafael Molina) bond with Camilo as they and the rest of the town help to rebuild Casita after the events of the movie. Camilo had his own friends his age, of course, but there was something special to him about being taken in by a patch of older boys and being considered one of their own. He's simply Little Brother Shaped!

Though all four of them have their own dynamics with Camilo, Tomás and Camilo grow very close despite their seemingly conflicting personalities. Camilo aims to help Tomás loosen up and come out of his shell in ways he likely wouldn't attempt to do on his own, and in return Tomás offers Camilo stable and level-headed advice that is a welcome change in perspective from the kind he gets at home.

Of course they can get on each other's nerves, namely when Tomás won't budge or when Camilo's joking goes too far. But all in all they're a bulletproof duo, where Camilo gets the older brother he never had and Tomás gets to be the older brother he should have had.

Art by LintuShadow.Art (left)

In regards to Luisa Madrigal:

The experiences Tomás had growing up alongside Luisa Madrigal weren't unique nor exclusive only to him. He's hardly the first or only villager she's extended her hands to over the years - but from mundane favors to quite literally saving his life, everything Luisa has ever done for Tomás has meant the world to him, even if to her they were simply her duties as a Madrigal.

But despite what he may have believed, Tomás hadn't been completely invisible to Luisa. She knew him well enough as someone she grew up and went to school with, and though she was indeed doing what she needed to, she never really forgot any time she helped him (or anyone else). If anything, he was a friend to her!

What really sealed Tomás's fate was a moment he witnessed something he wasn't meant to, one that helped him recognize that someone as unremarkable as him and someone as special as her actually could have something in common: the mindset that one's own feelings could be ignored when there were more important things to worry about. From there admiration blossomed ruthlessly into a hopeless crush, and though it took him a while to be able to pull it off, he relayed his feelings to her through a simple gift: a hand carved wooden dove for her 20th birthday.

As a couple they compliment each other nicely, though in a different way than Tomás's friendship with Camilo. They are each other's pillar; his emotional stability allows him to support her in her time of need, whereas he feels safe and at ease when she's around. Luisa can very well take care of herself, this she and everyone else knows... but sometimes it's nice to sit back and let herself be treated like a princess, something Tomás is always more than happy to oblige. There's little room for arguments or disagreements between them, provided they don't try to out-martyr each other - sometimes it is necessary for one to wring true feelings and thoughts out of the other like they're pulling teeth. But they can't hide from each other, and over time it becomes much easier for them to be open and accept that maybe their feelings do matter when someone is willing to listen.

He is her osito. She is his paloma. he's so in love with her it makes him look stupid

Art by mushroomflood (left)

In regards to the other Madrigals:

Bulletpoints to make things go a little more quickly--

Julieta, as his future mother-in-law, is the closest thing Tomás has had to a mom since his own's passing. He's bashful around her for a while, even moreso when he gets the greenlight to start calling her Ma. He comes to enjoy helping her in the kitchen periodically, as he already has cooking experience from living with his father.

He wants to make a good impression on Agustín very much, despite how remarkably easy it is to get on the man's good side - all Tomás really had to do was promise to take care of his daughter and Agustín was sold. Tomás would like Agustín to teach him how to play piano but he doesn't know how to ask.

Mirabel, by virtue of hanging out with Camilo a lot, ends up getting close to Tomás as well. Tomás doesn't know how he ended up with not one but two teenage ducklings following him around but he's not mad about it. When Tomás and Luisa become engaged, Mirabel gifts him with an embroidered vest that he wears all the way up until the wedding.

The only problem Tomás has in regards to Antonio is that he's terrified of wild animals. Antonio himself is a perfectly sweet kid and Tomás is kind to him when he wants to socialize, but he'll be a little on edge if Parce decides to tag along. It likely takes years for him to get used to having the denizens of the jungle waltzing around the house, but he comes to trust Antonio to keep a handle on them.

Alma intimidates the hell out of him, especially since he's in a very Agustín-like position of probably not being her first choice to wed one of her grandchildren. But he'll prove himself to her in how devoted he is not only to Luisa but to Camilo as well, and eventually earn her blessing (to which he's both grateful and relieved).

Similarly, Isabela is a little tough on him at first and is the one to give him the third degree when she finds out he's involved with her baby sister. She recognizes he's kind of a marshmallow soon enough though and eases up on him after that. There's a cordial mutual fascination between the two and their skillsets, given Isa's ability to conjure trees and Tomás's ability to turn those trees into something new.

Tomás and Dolores are shaking hands over being exasperated by their goofy little brother Camilo, but beyond that their lowkey personalities mesh quite well. Oddly enough, between Dolores's Gift and Tomás's natural observational skills, the two tend to have enough information between them to quietly discuss goings-on around town.

Pepa and Félix are a little more removed from Tomás due to him being a cool color family addition, but as housemates there's still interactions to be had. Félix's extroversion brings a lot of energy Tomás doesn't always know what to do with and Pepa's storms take some time to adjust to, but all three of them readily agree on how much they care about Camilo and that's all that's really needed to keep the harmony.

Bruno keeps to himself more often than not and Tomás wholeheartedly understands. That said, once Tomás gets a good read on how Bruno operates and how best to approach him, they're able to have a rather polite rapport. The rats skeeve Tomás out a little but they're no big deal compared to things like jaguars and anacondas, thus Tomás can be convinced (by Mirabel and/or Camilo) to offer his talents and build little sets for Bruno's telenovelas.

Mariano is in the same boat as being a mundane marrying into a very non-mundane family, and with the added history of being casual friends beforehand Tomás ends up gravitating towards him as they adjust to their new lives as Madrigals. They, along with Camilo, end up becoming more or less the second generation parallels to the Madriguys that came before them - Tomás's Agustín to Mariano's Félix to Camilo's Bruno.

Art by cringecanto

Part 2 will be coming shortly! Then, as I'm fairly certain it's already technically Week 3, the post for that week's prompt will follow sometime soon after.

@encanto-extended-edition

[kittenwalker]

Could you maybe do mutual masterbation between f!reader and Evan Peters 👀??? Anyways I love your acc ❤️❤️❤️

notes : this ones for you girly, i haven't written so much spice in so long so this really is a treat for yall. enjoyyy ;)

January 20th the special day for Y/n’s special boy

Evan’s big birthday, turning 25. Just a year closer to death, therefore birthdays are overrated. Though in all honesty, Evan deserves to have a celebration no matter how old he was. He always worked so hard, even on his special day today, he went to work as he had a big scene for today’s shoot. Knowing his schedule by now, once he goes to work he won’t be back until 10 pm only if Y/n was lucky. If not she’d have to wait until 11 pm or later, but now she could use this time to prepare the gifts and surprises.

Y/n didn’t even need to shop, his present was going to be her. Kidding, yes she does want to surprise him with a sexy lingerie moment but she also needed to buy him a real gift. One thing that was super obvious when she started dating him was that he had a passion for music. Everywhere he went, music would always accompany him, even when he’s stressed out. He’d just jam his ears with lyrics and close his eyes, letting the melody devour him and take him to a beautiful world. So being the great girlfriend Y/n was, she wanted to expand his musical interest.

Y/n was taking a walk around some small thrift and antique shops, just window shopping. Until something caught her eyes, displayed through the glass window was a vintage gramophone. It was even on sale, fate it was to be bought by Y/n. The horn was a rusty golden shade and shaped like a flower, the box that was attached to it was made out of wood. It was perfect, so Y/n walked in and picked up the grand baby and went to the cashier. The nice lady also gave free discs of different music to choose from and change on the turntable. A little dusty but a little cleaning would do, Evan’s present was now secured.

6.46 pm, Y/n still had a lot of time in her hands. But it was getting dark, so she chose to go home and have a nice bath before he arrived back home. Though it was crucial, as she wanted to have some ‘ fun ‘ with him. Evan and Y/n was never really initiating sexual activities anymore as they both has been busy with work to even have time for themselves. So since it was his birthday and it was saturday tomorrow which meant they both weren’t busy, they could stay up a little later to get a little freaky right? 

She wanted to freshen up so she could feel more clean and confident about herself. Them not doing anything sexual made her feel like this was their first time doing it all over. Nervous but of course excited, and wanting to look her best for him. Y/n switched on the tab to the bathtub and let the water run as she poured in some bubbly soup, making the bath smell like fresh flowers. She kept the water running until it was halfway full before dipping her toes in first, testing the temperature of the water. Y/n then sank her whole body down and moaned in pleasure, feeling the bubbles and warm water swallow her into delightfulness. A bath board in front of her, holding a glass of red wine, a book, and her phone. Wanting some entertainment, she sat up and dried her hands before reaching for her book and wine glass. Y/n opened her book, diving straight in from where she left off. 

-

Buzz buzz

Y/n’s phone rang, startlinging her. God it was a message from Evan saying he was coming back in 30 minutes. She wasn’t even out of the bath yet, she got too carried away from reading. One of the reasons why she loves reading, it can bring her to another world and make time disappear but now isn’t the best moment to get carried away. Y/n quickly slipped into a robe and prepared the cake and balloons. The cake was just a simple slice of chocolate cake with one red candle on it, the balloons were gold letters with the words, ‘ Happy birthday my love ‘. Y/n placed it in a way when Evan walked in he would see the words behind her. After that she wore a plain red party dress with some simple makeup. It didn’t matter how good she looked because the real party was underneath her dress and her makeup was going to get smudged anyways so no point making it too good. 

She wore a black lace bralette with matching panties, they looked amazing on her, the bra hugging her breasts and her underwear showing off her plump cheeks. Y/n knows he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her, but her little surprise has everything but getting to touch her. 

5 more minutes, she lit some candles and turned off the lights, giving the mysterious atmosphere in the living room. She then heard keys jamming into the keyhole before the door opened and…

-

I got off the set tonight and was exhausted. Today we did a lot of action for this episode and was in pure bliss when I found out that I got to leave the set earlier. I felt really guilty though as I had to leave Y/n alone again when I promised her that I wouldn’t work today. But it’s alright, I'm going to be home soon now.

Reaching for my keys in my back pocket, I jammed the keys in and unlocked the door to our shared house. “ Happy birthday old grandpa! “ I was greeted with as I opened the door. In front of me was Y/n, holding a slice of cake and flowers, behind her were balloons. It was nothing big of a party but that’s what I wanted, just her, my love. Seeing her already lifted up my mood, god I’m too lucky to have her.

I tilted her chin up towards me and kissed her deeply before pulling away and thanking her. She placed the cake down and wandered behind the counter, pulling out a large object. “ Open it “ Y/n clasped her hands together and smiled. I tore open the wrapping paper and was greeted to the sight of a gramophone. My mouth turned into an O shape and carried up the gift, hugging it like my baby. “ I’ve always wanted one! “ I screamed. 

-

God he looked so cute when got anything related to music. Squirming over it like a little kid visiting the ‘ real ‘ santa. Evan eagerly tried putting a disc into the turntable, difficult but he made it work. Classical music started playing as the two of them continued talking and Evan thought the surprises were over, but oh was it only just starting.

Y/n excused herself to go to the toilet so she could strip out from her dress, leaving her in her seductive undergarments. She looked into her mirror and touched up her hair, making sure she looked alluring. She was so adrenalized, her heart pumping extremely fast as she pushed open the door, walking out as if everything was normal. Evan’s eyes raised up when he heard the door click open, he saw what Y/n was dressed in and froze his movements. The bite of cake on his fork froze in the air as his eyes trailed further down. “ Does the cake taste good? I haven’t tried it. “ She asked, acting as normal as can. Evan chuckled saying “ Y/n don’t try to chang- “ She interrupted him by grabbing his jaw and smashing his lips against hers, self-inviting her tongue as she licked the flavour of the chocolate frosting in his mouth. “ Mhm it does taste good, I picked the right one. “ Once she pulled away, Evan was shocked at where this confidence was coming from. Who knew what this night would end like.

“ Come on, follow me and close your eyes, I have another surprise. “ Y/n pulled Evan’s hand into their master bedroom. Inside she prepared some lube and a special something under her pillow. Y/n closed the door and let go of his hand to light up some candle so the room would feel more romantic. She slipped into bed and spread her legs wide for a good view, telling Evan he could open his eyes. As he opened his lids, his expression dropped into a mixture of shock and turned on. He definitely didn’t expect what was coming next if he got surprised by this.

Thinking the lube was for him, Evan picked it up before Y/n took it away. “ Oh no we aren’t doing any sex yet, this is for me. I’m going to put on a show for you ". Not breaking eye-contact, she slid her fingers down in the river of her breasts and further, further down. Until she reached her cunt, rubbing two fingers on her clothed pussy in circles. Making her bite her red lips while looking intently into Evan’s eyes. Oh did he’s shock wash away into hunger, his eyes darkened and followed where Y/n’s fingers were going. Y/n could tell that he was getting impatient as his jaw locks and vein pops out. But that’s just what she wanted, to tease the shit out of him. As on cue, his veiny hands pushed her black-fingered hand away, replacing it with his as he slid her panties to the side and swiped her slit. A moan of approval slipping out of her mouth, as good as it felt, the rule was not to touch her. 

“ Uh ah, you can’t touch me yet buddy boy. Hands to yourself, I’m giving you a show and it's quite rude for you to interrupt it big boy. Go to the corner of the bed and watch only. “ Y/n ordered, which Evan surprisingly listened to. Going back to where she left off as she massaged her cunt, playing around with her wetness, spreading it all over before pushing in a finger. A whimper coming through her teeth picking up the pace of her finger. Y/n did this so she could prepare herself for the real deal behind her pillow. 

- 

After prepping and getting comfortable with the feeling of being touched since it’s been a while. Y/n fluttered her eyes to Evan who changed his position to the corner of the room, staring into her soul as she fingered herself. When she stopped and pulled out her wet index, a flash of disappointment appeared in his eyes as he loved seeing her pleasure herself. Until she pulled out something from her sleeve, the most massive juicy veiny thick cum dripping big fat dildo. ( pls this is a joke i just found it funny when dicks are so descriptive 🤭 ) Staring back into Evan’s eyes as she licked the tip of the dick, her eyes travelling down to his own hard-on. “ Like what you see Ev? " Y/n teasingly asked as she engulfed the silicon mould deeper into her mouth. “ Two can play this game. " Evan challenged before he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, his hard cock springing free, dripping with pre-cum. God Y/n had to resist the urge to just jump straight to him, kneeling as she licked the pulse of his red tip. But she just continued sucking on the one she had, imagining that it was his. Evan on the other hand wrapped his hand around his shaft and slowly moved it while imagining it was his dick she was getting deep throated by.

After Y/n sucked the living hell out of the dildo so it was all coated in her saliva , ready to enter her. She changed her position and put the dick underneath her as she sunk down, making her pussy stretch further the deeper it went. God did she miss the feeling of this type of pleasure. Evan continued pumping his cock quicker as he saw her start bucking her hips. ‘ God was she the hottest thing I have ever witnessed. ' he thought as he closed his eyes, moving faster. Watching Y/n pleasuring herself was already tipping him over the edge, but when he heard her moan his name he just wanted to wrap his hand around her neck and fuck the oblivion out of her. “ Whose dick are you imagining bouncing on huh? Feels good? “ Evan grunted out his words, waiting for Y/n to say his name.

Oh but did she only want to tease him further, make him jealous. “ Finn, your co-star. God it feels so good thinking about him, if only I had the real deal. “ she bit her lip, knowing she ticked something off. Y/n continued bouncing up and down with her fingers rubbing circles on her clit, both her breasts jiggling while her movements continued. “ Shit I’m about to cum “ she breathed out while trying to reach her high. But before she knew it, her pleasure was taken away and pressure pushed her down with a hand around neck.

Surprised shocked her as she opened her eyes to see Evan hovering over her, anger engraved in his face. Unexpectedly, he banged his whole hard cock into her, making Y/n’s eyes roll back as a string of curses was shouted out. ‘ Shit was this bigger and better ‘ it filled her up in all the right places. It was so big Y/n needed time to adjust to the new stretching feeling, but Evan gave her no time before pounding into her. The room filled with moans and grunts as Evan slammed deeper into her, his balls hitting her cunt. “ Mhm, still thinking about him? Bet he can’t make you feel as good as I do. “ Evan whispered into her ear while his grip tightened on her neck. Making her choke in pleasure, she was a sweaty and moaning mess and couldn’t break a second to answer him. “ Answer me Y/n “ he then roughly grabbed her face, “ n-no, you do it b-better “ Y/n choked on her whimpers. 

After hearing her words, Evan flipped her in one swift move, putting her into a doggy position. Now expecting for him to plunge into her, she instead felt cold fingers hover over her pussy. “ Do you want me to show you magic with my fingers? ". Y/n nodded eagerly, making Evan chuckle at how she’s wrapped around his finger now. “ Beg for it, I need to hear your voice. " he ordered, “ Please Evan, I want to cum all over your fingers as they work their magic inside of me. I need your fingers in me now please love. “ Y/n begged as she was close to crying, showing how desperate she was. He laughed at her desperation and fulfilled her wish, he plunged in two of his long fingers. Y/n purred and closed her eyes as a grin formed onto his lips, euphoria running through her veins. ‘ Fuck this is another type of pleasure, sure his cock was great but this makes me scream. ’ His fingers just slipped in and out of her wetness, making squelching sounds. 

Evan slapped her ass until it was red with his handprints, not stopping his fingers from continuously diving into Y/n’s cunt. Her body started to tense up while her mind got cloudy as all her desires and energy went straight in between her legs. Y/n’s panting got heavy as she felt her high reaching. Evan pulled on her hair and made her turn to the right where a full-length mirror stood. “ I want you to watch yourself while you cum, I need you to see the way I see you. How beautiful you are, but not as pretty as watching you release your desires. “  He just made Y/n more turned on and made the situation even more heated. In the matter of minutes, the rush of pleasure came down onto her thighs, making her sigh in happiness. ‘ Fuck, the best time I’ve had in a while. ‘ she thought while smiling to herself. 

“ I can't get enough of you, Y/n. Your just so addicting that I’m going to fuck you on every furniture in this room, trust me. “ Evan smirked while watching her limp body twitching after her high.

“ Yea right “ Y/n out of breath as she challenged him

“ Don’t believe me huh? Let’s do it now as it seems like you aren’t tired. “ Evan lifted her body and slammed her onto a study table by the window. 

“ Now let’s make a show for people to watch as I unravel you, my love. “ 

Well good luck to her legs because they are not going to be working for the next few days.

[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!”