#now THAT would be a birthday gift to myself

[kigieri]

Wiser

Fernando Alonso × Reader

A nice birthday breakfast with your favourite person.

A/N: A birthday post for myself! Even though it has already been some time. It's short and sweet, just something I gifted myself. It is really hard for me to capture the way Fernando speaks English. I gave it my best shot.

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It was nice to be able to celebrate her birthday with Fernando. There was no bad blood over him having to spend this time of year at a racetrack halfway across the world, but it was nice to have him home for it, too. They could celebrate together, and even had the time for a little party with friends and family.

She woke up to Fernando stroking her hair, lightly so as not to wake her. She stretched as much as possible without actually compromising the comfortable position she was in, and stretched her neck towards her lover for a kiss. "Happy birthday, hermosa." His voice was a bit rough from sleep, but she could practically hear him smiling.

After turning around, she laid her head on his chest. "Good morning," She muffled into his chest. A slight chuckle could be heard from him. "Do you want to stand up or stay lying?" She craned her neck to look up at him from her lying position and raised an eyebrow. "Stay."

Fernando nodded, returning to stroking her hair. After laying together for another half hour, they decided it was time to stand up. Fernando made her sit down at the little table in the kitchen. They found it more comfortable than the big one in the living room. He was not fond of cooking and refused to do it most of the time, but for her birthday he scrapped together all the talent he did not have, as she slyly remarked.

A few minutes, and her helping out, later, they had food in front of them. In between, they talked about plans for the winter break and what they had been up to while apart.

"If we're spending Christmas in Spain, should we spend new years at home? I think that would be nice." Fernando nodded, not seeming convinced. "Do you want to go to the Alps?" She looked up from her plate. "You don't like it that cold." He shrugged his shoulders. "I will survive." A smile crept onto her face.

She had wanted to spend new years in the Alps for a few years, but had repeatedly indulged Fernando's, and her own, love for warmth and had returned to sunnier places. Him suggesting, offering even, to spend a week in the high altitudes made her feel giddy.

She took a sip from her cup, smiling silently. They had talked about getting engaged, both thinking that they were far enough into their relationship and secure enough for the next step. This meant that Fernando might plan a proposal, either around Christmas while visiting his family, or over the year change.

"I would like that, if you're really okay with it." Fernando waved his hand. "Can go skiing and cook a lot, will be nice." After that, they continued their breakfast until Fernando looked back at her.

"What do you want to do in the morning?" They had planned a get-together with their friends for the evening, but for now they were free. She shrugged her shoulders. "Just want time with you." All the time they spend together was precious, his career often separating them. "We can stay a bit and then maybe go to the harbour. Maybe drive out a bit." Fernando nodded, always up for a bit of boat driving.

After standing up and refilling their plates from the stove, a mischievous grin took over his face. "How does it feel? One year older?"

She rolled her eyes. "We talked about this, I'm getting wiser. Just as you are." Fernando chuckled lightly. She picked up a bit of food and chewed it before muttering, "And a bit older."

Silence settled over breakfast, broken only by a remark here or there. After they finished, Fernando took on the cleaning duties. She walked up behind him, sliding her arms around his waist and laying her chin on his shoulders. "Thank you, this was really sweet."

Fernando shook his head lightly.  "Everything for you, mi vida." He put the plaid he was washing on the drying rag and wiped his hands dry, before turning around in her arms. "On your birthday and every other day, we are together." He leaned in, kissing her. "I love you." It was her instinctual response. The smile on her face was mirrored by the one on his. "Te amo también."

@kigieri 2024. All rights reserved. Do not copy, steal, translate or repost any of my work.

[venomwrites]

Caitlyn and Vi cuddling with each other in a free morning, telling each other their love and other sweet things

“I have something for you,” Caitlyn says. 

Vi lifts her head from Caitlyn’s thigh. Its early morning and sunlight is pouring through the windows of her apartment. It’s more sunlight than Vi ever has had access to. Even though Caitlyn’s suggested blinds, Vi can’t make herself hang them up. 

“It’s not my birthday,” she points out. 

“Have you ever gotten a present on your birthday?” Caitlyn asks, “beatings don’t count.”

“Good point,” Vi sighs, “but that was tradition.”

Caitlyn makes a disapproving sound in the back of her throat. It’s weird to be given presents. It’s weird how people give them all the time up here. Like all the time. You moved house? Present. Having a kid? Present. Hurting? Get well present. They even name some of them. When Vi secured the apartment people just showed up with shit. It was bizarre. Before she owned the clothes on her back. Now she owns enough plates to invite people over. 

“Do I have to sit up for this present?” She asks. 

“Probably not,” Caitlyn says, “give me your hand.” 

The box is small. She’s never gotten a box like this in her life. There’s a hinge tucked in the fuzzy back so it’s easy to thumb open. Inside is a little cushion. Cut into it are two slots. Each one has a piece of metal in it. They don’t glint in the sunlight like she would expect. But Vi is not fooled. Even though they aren’t shiny she’s sure they are the most expensive thing she’s ever held aside from her gauntlets. 

She sits up and lifts one out. Caitlyn’s chin settles on her shoulder as she turns the earring over. It’s grey and impossibly light. As she rotates it, she sees it hides a secret. The script is very tiny but she can make out Vanders name. Two impossibly tiny chips of gemstone, one gold and one blue, frames the letters. The second one is textured. On the inside scrawls Powder’s name, this one framed by chips of blue and pink. 

“How—“

“While you were training,” Caitlyn says, “I thought you might like new ones.”

She says it easily like she hasn’t just deposited the most expensive, meaningful gift Vi’s ever received in her lap. Vi’s earrings are pieces of metal she’s more or less jammed into her ear. Once they were in, they sure as shit weren’t coming out. Caitlyn has two mostly healed over holes in her lobes. So even though she looked horrified when Vi explained, Vi’s piercings are still usable. 

Vi knows there’s no point in protesting. She learned that the hard way when Caitlyn dragged her to buy non-Enforcer clothes. By the fifth protest Caitlyn had simply marched into the dressing room, bundled her existing, perfectly good, clothes under her arm and walked back out. Those had been one of those random presents that had no name. Caitlyn called them a necessity and pointed out two pairs of pants was the most Vi had owned the entire time she knew her. It was hard to argue with that. 

“These are really nice,” Vi says. It’s not just the metal which she’s sure is. Caitlyn’s really fucking good at the gifting thing. She feels Caitlyn smile. The way she does when Vi accepts gifts. The smile that makes Vi feel worthy of them, “I don’t know how to get mine off.” 

“Hmm,” Caitlyn runs her thumb along the shell of Vi’s ear, “stay here.”

Caitlyn returns with a pair of pliers and a determined look on her face. Vi has no idea how she manages to pull that off wearing nothing but a purple slip that’s high enough to show her thigh scar. But she’s not going to question it. Caitlyn returns to the bed and Vi settles her head back on her thigh. Caitlyn peers over her and Vi admires the way the sunlight cuts through her hair. Instead of trying to twist and see how it plays along all the skin her nightgown reveals. There’s a few tugs and the old pieces of metal slide out. 

“Did I tell you I did those myself?”

“Yes, it looks like it,” Caitlyn replies. She dabs at the skin with antiseptic which feels awesome, “which one here?” She asks, brushing the top of Vi’s ear. 

“Powder,” Vi says. 

Caitlyn slides the earring into place. It feels weird but not in a bad way. Vander goes next through the lower hole. Caitlyn brushes the antiseptic over everything again which leaves her ear tingling. Caitlyn squeezes her shoulder. 

“It’s a bit red but see what you think.” 

They look so similar to her old ones Vi has to stare before it registers. But it feels good. Like some piece of her family is still there. 

“They look good, thanks,” she says. Caitlyn blows out a breath. 

“Good, because I have no idea how we would get these back in,” she admits, holding the misshapen pieces of metal that represent Vi’s old prison life. 

“Actually I’ve got something for you,” Vi says. 

Caitlyn looks surprised. Vi is not the best gift giver. She’s never had the chance to learn. But every time she manages to find something to give to Caitlyn, her whole fucking face lights up. It’s adorable and it catches Vi off guard with how proud it makes her feel. She goes over to her nightstand and pulls out the keyring. Caitlyn looks surprised as Vi offers it to her. A cupcake charm dangles from the ring.

“I know the guy downstairs just lets you in because you’re you, but I figured you should have the option of not talking to him.” 

Caitlyn gets to her knees and kisses her in a way that has Vi pushing onto he toes to make up the height difference. Caitlyn’s the better gift giver but damn. 

If the way Caitlyn is kissing her is any indication, Vi is getting a hell of a lot better at it.

[flatassthrowaway]

Passionately and Deeply

Heyyy so I'm back with another one! I hope everyone's been doing okay, and I hope this latest chapter lifts people's spirits up at least a little bit. As usual, let me know what you think. 18+ for suggestive content, MDNI please.

~~Masterlist~~

~Chapter Eight~

Tonight was Stan and Ford’s birthday. We were celebrating at this fancy restaurant by the hotel, and Stan said to get a taxi, since he’s gonna be drinking all night.

The men are turning sixty-two today, but they weren’t super happy about that reminder of their age.

I woke Ford up with kisses, and I gave him one of three presents— my mouth.

I think he rather appreciated it.

One of the other gifts is another physical gift later this evening and another gift is a moonstone that my grandmother gave me. I always carry it around with me, and it reminds me of her. I hope he likes it.

We’re currently at dinner, and Stan was drunkenly singing Sing Us A Song by Piano Man.

“Sing us a soooooooong, you’re da piano maaaaaaaan~!” he belted. “Sing us a soooooooong toniiiiiiiiiiight~!”

Dipper and Mabel giggled, as did their friends as Mabel was holding her cell phone and recording it. Ford seemed to be having a good time, too. Instead of guzzling down the prosecco in a few minutes, he was enjoying it over the course of a few hours. I helped him out with it, but he took most of it. I was also enjoying myself, and was laughing at Stan’s antics as well, to the point of tears.

“Welllllllllll, we’re allllllll in the mood for a meeeeeeeloooooodyyyyyyy~” he sang, but I felt the ending of the song was near. “And ya got us…” Stan took a deep breath. “Feeeeeeeeeeeeliiiiiiiiiin’ alllllllll-riiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!”

The teens, Ford and I all clapped, and Stan whooped, as he bowed.

“Thank ya! Thank ya all! You’ve been’a greeeeaaaat croooooowd!” Stan yelled, slurring his words.

The waiter came by, and dropped off the bill. We were the only patrons in the restaurant, and I was kinda glad that Ford booked the last possible slot for dinner. I thanked him, and took the bill. It was their birthday, and it was about time that I repaid the older twins.

When I glanced at the bill… I was glad that this was a special occasion, we’ll put it that way. I was able to afford it, but… good heavens, we ordered wayyy too much alcohol!

I paid for the bill, and gave the waiter a generous tip. He was kind enough to let me know that they would be closing now.

“Come on, birthday boys,” I shouted. “The party’s gonna continue at the hotel!”

“Oh hell yeah!” Stan yelled. “Let’s go, familyyyyy!”

The teens cheered as we walked to the outside of the restaurant. I initially didn’t notice that Stan lazily wrapped his arm around my shoulder while I was getting Ubers for everyone. I guess he needed some stabilizing.

I felt Stan’s arm fall off, which made me look up. I saw Ford’s face twist in anger, but before I could ask him about it, he lifted my chin up with his index finger and thumb and kissed me square on the lips! In front of everybody!

The girls squealed, while Dipper let out a loud, “No way!”

Stan whistled. “Oh shit! Get it, Poindexterrr!”

After we made out for a few seconds, I pushed Ford off of my lips before yelling, “Stanley!” I felt like my face was on fire.

Stan shrugged. “What? It’s about time he confessed his true feelings or whateverrr,” he said loudly. “Oh, la, la-la, di-dee-da~ La-la, di-dee-da da-dum~”

I rolled my eyes before turning to the teens. Mabel stepped forward. “So… does that mean…?”

I looked at Ford, and he looked at me before he looked at his great niece and nodded. “Yes,” he said. “We’re together.”

“About time!” “Woohoo!” “Nice!” “Lucky lady!”

I laughed rather boisterously as I held onto Ford. “What do you mean, ‘about time?’ You were rooting for us, Dipper?” I asked.

Dipper scratched the back of his neck. “I mean… you both look really good together…”

“Aww, that is so sweet!” I said.

“I thought they looked good together before you did!” Mabel said.

Dipper laughed. “C’mon, sis, let me have this!”

The ubers for all of us arrived, and we had to take three different ubers. Mabel ended up going with her friends in one, Dipper went with his friends in another, and I went with the birthday boys.

Probably not the smartest pairing in terms of safety, but we were drinking.

Thankfully, we all arrived at the hotel safely, and Stan kept singing that same tune from before. He dramatically turned around to the kids. “C’mon kids! This party’s goin’ all night!”

“Karaoke! Karaoke! Karaoke! Karaoke!” The teens chanted as they followed Stan to his room.

Well… there goes that.

Ford and I laughed before turning to each other. “I have more gifts for you,” I told him.

Ford’s eyes widened. “Sweetheart, you were already generous enough with this morning’s present,” he told me.

I smiled. “I know… but I’m in a giving mood. Especially because it’s your birthday.” I kissed him on the cheek, my maroon lipstick smearing.

Ford grabbed my hand as we ran to the elevators, and as soon as the doors closed, we started making out. Once we heard the bell ding, we separated, but our hands were still intertwined. I walked out, having him walk behind me. I felt his eyes on my ass the entire time we walked to our room. Once I unlocked the door, he forced the both of us in, kicking the door shut and locking it as he began to make out.

“The prosecco tastes so good on your lips honey~” I told him, kissing him hungrily.

I heard him growl as he lifted me up into his arms. I squealed and giggled as I began to make out with him again. I can’t wait to fuck him again tonight~

“Honey~” I told him. “Wait~”

I heard him hum against my lips. “I don’t wish to wait any longer,” he told me, kissing me again. “You’ve been teasing me all night, sweetheart.”

I gave him one final kiss before kissing his nose and resting my hands on his chest. “I have to give you your other present first~” I told him.

He sighed as he kissed me one more time and gently set me down on my feet. I went over to my bag to get the moonstone that my grandmother gave me.

I turned around and clasped my hands around my back. “Close your eyes,” I told him playfully.

Stanford gave me a smirk that made me rub my thighs together before closing them.

“Now hold out your hands.”

Ford did as he was instructed, and I plopped the teardrop shaped gemstone in his hands, the bluish-white hue glowing with the soft light of the lamp in the hotel room brightening it.

I saw him softly smile as I gave a delicate smile in return. “You can open them now, honey~”

Ford opened his eyes, and he looked down to see the small teardrop shaped moonstone in his hands. He looked pleased as he went to pick it up between his fingers and examine it.

“A moonstone?” he said.

I nodded. “My grandmother gave it to me, and I carry it around so that I know she’s always with me,” I told him. “Not only that, it’s the gemstone of June. I want you to have it, honey.”

Ford immediately looked at me and shook his head. “Sweetheart, I can’t,” he told me. “I can’t take something so precious and priceless away from you.”

“You’re not taking it, I’m gifting it to you,” I told him. “You mean a lot to me, Ford, and… it would mean a lot if you accepted it.”

Ford looked at me appreciatively before smiling. “Thank you, sweet girl.” He took me in his strong arms, embracing me before I gave him a sweet kiss on the lips.

“Now… for your final gift~” I told him, keeping my arms around his neck. “Be a good boy and lay on the bed for me. I also want your shirt gone by the time I’m done in the bathroom.”

Ford hummed, giving me a decadent kiss. I hummed against his lips. “Go on, honey~” I told him as he turned around. While his back was to me, I couldn’t help but lay a spank on his ass. I heard him growl, which in turn made me giggle.

“How long do I have to wait for you, sweetheart?” he asked.

“I’m just freshening up, honey~” I told him as I gathered my lingerie, not giving him a straight answer.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I held his face in my hands, smiling. “Oh, Stanford…” I whispered as I kissed his nose. “Happy birthday, handsome~”

Ford kissed me again, and smiled. “Thank you for your generous presents, beautiful.”

I felt my face get hot before I kissed him one more time. We maneuvered underneath the covers again, and I listened to his heartbeat slowly return to normal, as I myself began to drift off to sleep.

I’m such a lucky woman.

💚💚💚

I hope this chapter wasn't too boring. I wanted it to be mostly fluff but it came out mostly suggestive :/

Thanks for reading~!

[shoutsindwarvish]

it’s my birthday!!! i’m 31 🥳

going to partly use my day-off today to go to the credit union during business hours and finally get a debit card (after the one they sent got lost in the mail) so i can finally use an atm again

have i reached full adult? maybe, but the best birthday present i can give myself is cash 🤑

[callmemerry00]

I just think that his suspenders and stupid mop hair are neat

[solusminds]

[kuromi-hoemie]

i got both ☝🏾😤 i accept the call to be a bass and guitar girlie once more. i had an ideal budget and then a limit and i am pleased i got the accessories n everything for only $40 more than was ideal 😌 they ended up having some good sales.

finally... I've been going back n forth on whether i wanted to play bass again or not for at least 2 years. yessss i love this for me ♡⁠ instrumence...

[buttercatrho]

Gift drawing for @freebeehoneytumbles birth which I forgot to post

[crenna]

i ordered so many things from flowerknows and they’re so pretty and i’m so excited!!! i’ve been dreaming of them for over a year now

[fleastinger]

[dhampir-dyke]

I'm think im officially quitting my position on this stupid fucking unit. I'm going to the pool and making 5 bucks extra for half the work, fuck em.

[todayisafridaynight]

I hate linking videos for whatever reason but the submission box will only let me embed one so. Guess I'll Die. BUT ANYWAY. You can see what I'm talking about here and here (also hiiiii Nakai, Iura, and Terajima) but I think Jo should have Tsutsumi's nervous tics like rubbing his lip and blinking fast :) I think it would be cute :) moe even :) though he doesn't have much to be nervous about :) but I mean once in a blue moon y'know :) OK that's all bye

[first video]

[second video]

OH BUT WAAAAAIT WAVELENGTH i always did imagine jo having a nervous-blinking type of tendency i am AHEAD of you brother (╯▽╰ )(╯▽╰ )

[wayvtual]

[sharkieboi]

broke person life hack win! convinced my grandma to buy me a bookshelf for my birthday so that I don’t have to spend the money myself!

[givemeasword-callmequeen]

I know my family doesn't know me at all... But especially on my birthday I get hit with "wow they really don't know me. You were looking at that & thinking of me? Please look again & think again."

[raeofgayshine]

Best decision of my life was spending my Christmas money on an art commission of the silly little au Tim I’ve been building with a friend. I got the finished piece today and just keep staring at it and it makes me so incredibly happy to see him and it’s helping give me the motivation to write (and the courage! I hit such a block with feeling like my writing isn’t good enough but this makes me want to do it anyways) and I just adore it. I can’t stop smiling. And fuck now that I’ve done one piece I can tell you now, I am already waiting for my birthday money so I can commission something else, though I still have so much time to decide what.

Art make me happy! Art of my fucking funky little guys makes my day, I’ve covered my room in fan art I’ve bought from redbubble, and now that I got over the initial scaries of my first commission, I am ready to reach out and get something else that will bring me joy.