come on people wish her happy birthday

The cameras make a habit of getting a LIL TOO CLOSE to Viktor and Yuuri because the mics sometimes pick up what they say to each other before skating or in the Kiss & Cry, and audiences eat that shit up. There are people who watch ISU events like it’s the Viktor&Yuuri Show, and the sports channels know it

TUNE IN FOR THE NIKIFOROV-KATSUKI VARIETY HOUR, the advertisements practically blare.

Viktor can often be heard composing what sounds like literal on-the-spot poetry. (”You are my sun and stars and I will love you until I’m in the ground–”) Much of this is to calm Yuuri down before he skates. Most viewers assume that he writes this shit down somewhere but people who know Viktor understand it to be just the shit that literally is always coming out of Viktor’s mouth.

“Oh,” Yuuri says while they’re waiting for Viktor’s scores one time. He hasn’t put his glasses back on yet and is kind of just staring, unfocused, into the nebulous distance. “I forgot to call Minako and wish her a happy birthday.”

(“YEAH YOU DID,” Minako growls at the television back in Hasetsu. Hiroko pats her back. She just turned fifty. She’s sensitive.)

“Well, you’re dead now,” Viktor says, picking fuzz off his costume. “It was nice knowing you. I’ll never forget you.”

“Will you move on from me?” Yuuri asks. All of this is completely deadpan as they squint at the scoreboard. Yakov is on Viktor’s other side, rolling his eyes.

“No. I’ll roam the halls of our empty home, wailing for my lost love. When I die, I’ll continue to haunt the place where I was once happy. They will call me the Silver Spectre. Once or twice a year, Americans will come and try to film me. I’ll scream into their camera equipment and carve the words triple axel into the hardwood.”

“Please not the hardwood, Vitya.”

They find out that most ISU programming isn’t actually put on a delay during the 2018 Worlds, when Viktor and Yuuri are congratulating each other on winning gold and silver and the cameras pick up Viktor saying, “When we get home, I’m going to bend you over the table and–”


‘Technical difficulties’ is Yuri punting a tiger plush so hard towards Viktor that it knocks him backwards and into the backdrop for the Kiss & Cry.

“This used to be an ELEGANT SPORT,” Yakov growls. He looks to Lilia, whose expression is suspiciously toothy. “Are you laughing at this, Lilya?”

“How dare you accuse me of such a thing,” Lilia replies.


dinahjane97: Twenty One. An age which states that you can no longer be referred to as a teen. Twenty One. A time to live, love, & experience every given adventure . Twenty One. You. Lauren Michelle Jauregui (WOOOHOOO!🎉) The year you’ve been impatiently waiting for. “Alive in the age of worry
Smile in the age of worry
Go wild in the age of worry
And sing worry ”
When we first met, which was 5yrs ago, i remember you being so anxious to turn 21. With the knowledge and maturity that you carried , its like you were 21 all this time ! Now that it’s here, you told me how you wanted to trace back in time and stay a teen forever. This is just the beginning for you mama.
On XFACTOR, during boot camp round, I remember you wearing red lipstick, had perfect shaped eyebrows that complimented your seductive eyes lol, black top and white jeans. You were interacting with everyone and anyone around you. As shy as I was, I was hoping you wouldn’t approach me. Sure enough, here comes Lauren tapping me. “ hey what song will you be singing?” And I replied timidly , “ Hero by Mariah Carey” . Boy did you look through my soul with those eyes and tell me, “ Dont because I’m singing it too.” My name was announced before yours to perform so, in my head i said, “screw her , I won’t be seeing her anyways” and boom, here i am wishing you Happy Birthday haha. That was my first interaction with you & I’ll never forget it haha. Happy birthday my Lolo ! You are the true definition of “ What you see, is what you get ”. I admire how heavily involved & passionate you can be in what you believe in. There is no filter when it comes to defending the people you love and truly care for. Continue on being that fierce & fearless warrior. You know who you are, you know what you have to offer, & you know what you stand for. I’m thankful to Heavenly Father to have someone like you in my corner. Happy birthday mama . Wishing you many more ❤️

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @seasonofthegeek and @kwamimusings ! I hope you both have wonderful birthdays and may all your wishes come true! I hope you’ll enjoy this little drabble I wrote.

“We really shouldn’t.” Ladybug insisted while Chat was busy kissing along her jaw.

“And why not, my lady?”

Ladybug grabbed his hair, pulling him away gently and forcing him to look her in the eye. “Can you imagine the people’s reactions if we’d be caught?”

Chat grinned. “Oh yes, I can. They’ll be happy, trust me. Even exchange bets money.”

Ladybug looked at him unimpressed. “Because the protector super heroes of Paris making out on a roof in the middle of the night and dry humping each other settle a wonderful example doesn’t it?”

“We are horny teenagers. I’m sure they’ll understand.” he shrugged, trying to reach for her to kiss her again, but was firmly held back.

“You are incorrigible.” Ladybug shook her head, but it didn’t seem to change Chat’s approach at all.

“I see that smile, you aren’t fooling anyone.” Ladybug glared at him as he kept grinning smugly.

“You know what? Damn you, your handsome face and those amazing kissing abilities.”

The next thing Chat Noir knew was that he was pushed against the chimney and Ladybug was making out with him frantically. Not that he was complaining. He smirked against her lips and began purring loudly. Ladybug stopped for a moment, before capturing his lips again and biting on his bottom lip. But apparently, she was out to get him tonight (no complaint here). Resting her hands on his shoulders, she began moving against him, pressing her chest against his and rolling her hips against his crotch. Chat moaned in her mouth. She pulled away slightly, giggling, before beginning to kiss along his neck, sucking bruises into his skin. Chat let himself melt against her, enjoying the feeling of her body against his.

“Seems like things are getting harder for you, Chaton.” she smirked against his neck, making a point by rubbing him through the suit. Chat groaned loudly, leaning his head against her shoulder and letting her stroke his hair. “It would be quite a shame if… “

She stepped away from him, as he stumbled forwards, losing his balance. She grinned down at him. “…. if I stopped now. It is quite late and I have other places to be” she blew him a kiss. “See you another time, minou.”

Chat watched with a pout as Ladybug took out her yoyo and zipped away. With a groan, he laid face down on the roof, his boner still pushing painfully against his suit.

Ladybug could really be evil when she wanted.

A very happy birthday to you Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Plot: Bucky birthday morning smut and after party smut

A/n (nsfw gifs)

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Birthday. Some people like them, some people don’t, Bucky was one of those that didn’t like it. He hated the fact that he was turning a hundred, sure he looks like he’s in his late twenties to early thirties but it still bugged him.

It didn’t help that the entire team teased him about it. You always told them to stop but they ignored you and kept teasing him until he snapped at them. He told them that if they kept up the teasing they would have a birthday party without the birthday boy. You reassured everyone that you were going to get Bucky in a good mood and get him to attend the party but they had to stop the teasing. They stopped and now it was your mission to get him in a good mood and have him stay happy throughout the party.

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birthday celebration headcanons

usnavi: okay so usnavi really gives me dinner-with-my-close-people vibes,, like he’s the one who would have a family dinner with sonny and abuela for his birthday, but then benny or vanessa would coax him into having a small party with his close friends in the barrio,,, he’s just very chill and doesn’t like big extravaganzas

sonny: some of y’all might disagree, but i don’t see sonny having big parties either,, like maybe he’d get a lil wild with his friends from school and pete, but for the most part of his birthday he keeps quiet and lets the people that come into the bodega wish him a happy birthday (he loves waiting for nina to come in) but then again i feel like this would entirely change when he got older

vanessa: guys vanessa would totally have a blowout with her friends and totally kick it at the club w them just like,, “yes its my birthday….it is My day” because she deserves it and she knows that GOD I LOVE HER

nina: AW nina would spend most of the day with her family and celebrate with her mom and dad and then benny, vanessa and the gang would come over, and sonny brings in this cake (”i made it haha” usnavi: “no he didn’t he just wrote happy birthday in icing”) and everyone is happy and chill yes

benny: benjamin would 100% have a big party with everyone in the barrio bc lets be honest he probably loves the attention on this one day that is his so he lets everyone celebrate it with him because?? they should. also he likes to be known for having the best birthday parties

carla: she would also 100% have parties with everyone in the barrio but BECAUSE SHE LOVES EVERYONE <3 and she loves coming back to the barrio from the bronx with dani because in a way its kind of like a reunion party, as she would put it 

daniela: lil party with all her favorite children of the barrio who give her the best gossip ngl,, she’d also make a threatening statement at the beginning of the celebration that if anyone mentioned her age she would not be afraid to wack them in the head (”doesn’t matter how old you are when you look this good”)

pete: this one makes me so sad but we know that pete doesn’t have any parental figures in the musical time, he’s mostly by himself with the exception of the barrio dwellers, but he wouldn’t tell anyone that it’s his birthday (even sonny). he just sits on a fire escape, eating a lil debbie cupcake he got from the bodega for his birthday celebration. (THIS changes when he gets older,, carla finds out his birthday one year and everyone in the barrio throws him a surprise party. he won’t admit it, but it was the happiest he’d been in a long time)

The perfect timing (Part III)

This is based on a prompt I got:
Soulmate AU: In which you turn 18 and see everything through your soulmate’s eyes when you’re not sleeping anymore but are not fully awake yet.

Part I

Part II

She doesn’t care. She doesn’t care. She doesn’t care.

The one sentence Sana keeps repeating in her head. She needs to make herself believe this before she goes to bed. 

Does it work? Hopefully. Probably not. But hopefully. 

Still a little hazy, eyes heavy, Sana slowly starts waking up. 
In that moment she forgets why this Sunday morning of her waking up is so special.  

It’s her birthday. Her 18th birthday.

In that hazy phase she doesn’t see her own room, she sees a dark grey wall.

Her view changes slowly. She realizes that the other three walls are white.

Shelves with videogames next to the window.

Her view changes once again, slowly. It’s very blurry. A long-sleeved, dark blue shirt. Grey-white dots over one side of it. Tossed over a chair.

And that’s it. 

She blinks one more time and it’s gone. The room of her soulmate is not in front of her eyes anymore.

All she can see now is her same old, blue room. 

Squeezing her eyes shut for a few seconds, Sana opens her eyes and hopes to be in that hazy phase again. To feel so peaceful again. To not see anything but what her soulmate sees.

No, just her blue room.

Sitting up, she frowns. 

That was not even a minute. Why was it so short? She feels a longing to that feeling of being completely content that she had just seconds ago.

“Sana, are you awake?”, she hears being called out from the other side of the door.

“Yeah.”, Sana answers.

Her brother opens the door and comes in singing.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to youuuu!”

Elias grins from ear to ear and finally jumps on Sana’s bed.

He immediately crushes Sana in a big embrace and pats her back lightly. “My baby sister is getting older. When did all this time pass?”

The thing is, he sounds genuinely sad and nostalgic so Sana can’t even give a sarcastic answer. She just hugs him back and leans her head against his shoulder.

When they part from the hug, Elias grins at his sister. Sana raises her eyebrows at him questioningly and sceptically.

“What?”, Sana asks.

“I’ve got you a chocolate-chip muffin!”, he declares proudly and shows it to her. He had been holding it behind his back the whole time. “I had to sneak in and out the kitchen without Mamma noticing. And I succeeded!”

Sana can help but burst out laughing. Her brother is the one person in her life that makes her laugh non-stop, no matter of what’s going on.

Elias joins his sister and Sana asks: “Okay, but you sure we’re not both still children?”

Her brother just smiles at that and stands up.

“Breakfast is ready.”, he says before walking towards the door.

Sana looks at the muffin in her hand and just decides to ask her brother something she will be wondering the whole day if she doesn’t ask.

“Elias!”, she calls out and he quickly turns around. With his eyebrows raised, he waits for her to continue. “Could you close the door and come in?”

This makes him worried. His sister is still sitting in her bed, looking a little tired but at the same time like something’s bothering her.

“What’s up?”

Sana hesitates. She tries to act like she doesn’t care; she tries to believe that she doesn’t care. But she has to ask.

“For how long did you see your soulmate’s room?”

As soon as the question leaves her mouth, Elias starts grinning and comes back to her bed. He sits down on one end.

“Did you see your soulmate’s room?”, he asks his sister. “Do you know whose room it is?”

Sana shakes her head: “How would I know whose room it is? But tell me, how long did you have your soulmate’s room in front of your eyes?”

“Couple of minutes. Two or three maybe.”

Oh, okay. So it is unusual that Sana only saw so little. Apparently her disappointment is clearly to be seen on her face because Elias’ facial expression changes, as well. He knows he shouldn’t push his sister so he’s just waiting.

“I didn’t see much. Not even a minute, I think. No details. Basically, it could be any teenager’s room.”

She looks down on her hands fiddling with the hem of her shirt. Elias puts a comforting hand on her arm and tells her something that he hopes would make her feel better.

“Sana, you’re the one that told me that it’s not important to see your soulmate’s room. And like Mikael always says, the chances of finding your soulmate are always the same, doesn’t matter if you saw it or not. And look at it this way, at least you know how it feels now. That phase when you see things through their eyes.”

Sana nods with a small smile. “I know. It’s just… I’m one of the lucky ones. Not everyone gets to experience that. I just wish… that it was more than just knowing their wall colours, you know?”

Elias nods, smiling. “Yes, I get it. But Sana, if anyone is going to find their Soulmate it’s you.”


Her birthday being on the 24th December means a lot of things.

Her friends are all busy with their families and their holiday.

Most shops and public places are closed.

Her family spends all day together.

And since Elias’ close friends don’t celebrate Christmas either, they usually join them.

About half an hour after the breakfast Sana spent answering texts wishing her a Happy Birthday. To be honest, most of these texts also had the sentence: “Did you see your soulmate’s room this morning?” in them but Sana ignored those.

At around 12 am Sana is sitting at the kitchen table and reading while her mother is already cooking and backing for later.

Sana’s family will be coming here in the afternoon to celebrate her birthday which means that her mother will make so much food that they could feed all of Oslo and neighbouring cities.

The book she’s reading and the smell of delicious food calms Sana.

Somehow, she is still disappointed over the fact that she only saw so little of her soulmate’s room.

When she reads over the first sentences of the book she always reads when she’s feeling overwhelmed and doesn’t know what to do with herself and can’t understand anything for the fifth time, she closes it for a moment.

Her mother is singing along to the song playing from the radio.

Sana sighs.

“What is going on? You’ve been quiet all morning. Aren’t you happy to finally be 18?” Her mother asks without turning around.

Instead of answering her mother’s question, she asks one herself: “Mamma, can I ask you something?”

To that her mother turns around: “Of course.”

“What could be the reason for me to only see what my soulmate saw for less than a minute?”, now that she asked this she can’t hold back. “Everyone that told me about what they saw … well, it all was at least two minutes. They could make out a lot, even details. I couldn’t.”

Yes, the mantra in her head last night didn’t work.

“It could be that they were just waking up themselves or they were falling back asleep.”, Sana’s mother says and that’s all she can say.

She should have heard them before but now Elias and his four best friends storm into the kitchen.

“Oh, here you are!”, Sana hears Adam say before he runs over to her.

She closes her book once more, she had opened and closed it while talking one too many times, and stands up when Adam goes to hug her.

“Happy Birthday! Now you’re finally an adult!”, Adam says and squeezes Sana in a hug.

“Adam, she’s always been more of an adult then we all are.”, Yousef says with a smile.

Sana looks at him and just smiles. He was one of the first people to wish her a happy birthday over text.

Well, they have been texting a lot lately so it would’ve been rude if he didn’t. Especially because they were talking before Sana went to bed right before midnight.

“I take offense to that!”, Mikael objects but nobody reacts.

Instead all of the other boys join the hug. Usually, they are very reserved when it comes to show their love for Sana physically but since they found out that Sana doesn’t mind being hugged, they do it all the time. And on her birthday, it would be awful not to. 
Mutta is the first one to leave the hug to sit down at the table. Sana follows him and puts her hands on her book again. 
It’s the very first Harry Potter book she reads whenever she feels overwhelmed which was the case today, thanks to her stupid soulmate falling back asleep while she was waking up.

Mutta sits across from Sana and leans forward, resting his arms on the table. 
“So, Sana. Tell me, did you see your soulmate’s room this morning?”

Following this question, all eyes are on her.

She knows she shouldn’t, but the first person she looks at is Yousef. He’s standing behind Mutta’s chair, arms crossed over his chest, just smiling at Sana. 

That makes her look away. He can’t smile at her like that while other people are in the room and expect her to not break out in a grin. 

“Yeah.”, Sana simply answers. 

At that Yousef’s eyes widen and he stands up a bit more straight. His eyes follow the small movements of Sana’s fingers on the book she’s almost covering completely with her arms. 

He doesn’t like to admit it, not even to himself, but suddenly he remembers something Sana has said about half a year ago. Not even to him. He was just arriving at the kitchen to take a break and have a minute of silence. 

She has a book she reads whenever she feels overwhelmed. Can that one she’s fiddling with right now be it? 

As soon as he had arrived in the kitchen Yousef noticed the worry line in between her eyebrows. That Elias had mentioned that they might need to cheer Sana up a little just confirms his thought. However, when Elias told him that Yousef thought Sana did not see her soulmate’s room and was upset because of that and not because she did.

“Aren’t you going to tell us what you saw?”, Mutta asks with a smile. He is way too into this soulmate stuff. Even more than Yousef. 

Sana looks at him and glances at her brother shortly. What does that look mean, Yousef wonders. 

“No.”, Sana says and presses her lips together for a second, “I couldn’t if I wanted to.”

“But didn’t you say you saw it?”, Yousef finds himself ask. Why did he ask?

He has this very adamant thought in his head. Please describe my room, please describe my room!

And at the same time he doesn’t want her to say anything. If she described something other than his room his heart would break.

Yousef had this tiny glimmer of hope. About Sana being his soulmate. They have been talking a lot recently. They get along so well. They can talk about everything and anything without feeling like they will be judged. They start texting in the morning and only stop right before going to bed. Yousef feels most happy lately, when he is near her. Even if she’s just sitting in the same room and doing her thing while Yousef is busy with the boys. 

Aren’t those all things that could hint that she’s his soulmate. Or is he just being too hopeful?

There’s one more thing he needs to sort out but when Sana answers him he kind of forgets it for a minute.

“Well, I didn’t see much. Not even a minute.”, she shrugs and stands up from the table, hugging her book to her chest and leaving the room. 


Adam, Mikael and Mutta had left and would come back to the Bakkoush house in the evening, with their families. Yousef, well, he didn’t.

He’s lying on the floor of Elias’ room and staring at the ceiling. 

“Elias?”, he asks. They have been in this position, Elias on his bed with his laptop and editing something, and Yousef on the floor for almost forty-five minutes. 

“Hmm?”, Elias says but doesn’t look up.

“What did your soulmate’s room look like again?”, Yousef asks, not taking his eyes away from the ceiling. 

That’s why he doesn’t notice Elias looking away from his laptop and to his friend. He narrows his eyes at Yousef suspiciously, having a small idea as to why he would ask that especially on the 24th December when he already knows it. 

“White walls, a lot of bookshelves, green bean bag, a wooden desk with school stuff and make-up on it. White fluffy-carpet, clothes hanging over chairs and the wardrobe door open.”, Elias lists. He might think of this one too many times. 

Yousef sighs.

“White fluffy carpet.”

It’s disappointing. The only thing Yousef saw from Sana’s room is something so many people have in their rooms. Elias’ soulmate, his cousin’s soulmate, his neighbour and all of his siblings. 

He wishes he could just stand up and waltz into Sana’s room and just see if she’s it or not. Not that it would change his opinion about or his feelings towards her. 

He just wishes he finally knew.

But he knows there are boundaries you don’t cross.

None of the boys was ever in Sana’s room. Nobody ever said they weren’t allowed to but it’s just a common understanding. It doesn’t matter how well they get along.

Yousef covers his face with his hands and sighs. This shouldn’t be this hard. He shouldn’t care if Sana is his soulmate or not. There is not just one person that can make you happy, that you can make happy when you’re together.

Sana makes him happy even when all they did so far is play basketball and talk. That’s more than enough for now. Yousef knows he wants to be with Sana. He doesn’t need to know if she’s the person whose room he saw… but it wouldn’t hurt. 

“Elias!”, both boys hear minutes later. It’s obviously Sana.

Elias and Yousef look at each other worried and both immediately shoot up from their spots and run out of the room.

Elias leads the way and finds Sana in the living room, and barges in. Sana’s call was very high-pitched and she never sounds like that.

What they find in the living room is … interesting. Elias doesn’t know if he should laugh or rush over to his little sister and help. 

Sana is standing at the window, holding it up with both hands and having to stand on her tiptoes for it to not fall. 

“Could you maybe come over here and help instead of just looking?”, Sana asks through her teeth. 

That makes the boys snap out of it and run over to her. Elias takes one end of the window, Yousef the other so Sana can let her arms falls. She sighs in relief and watches as the boys push the window back into its place.

“How did you even do this?”, Yousef asks Sana, trying to look over his shoulder and almost letting his side fall. The part of the window that can be opened was falling out of it hinges. 

Elias knows what he’s doing because the same thing had happened to him the previous night. 

“I wanted to open the window for a bit of fresh air and forgot that the window will only be repaired after the holidays.”, Sana explains. She had feared that the huge glass would break.

Her older brother turns away from the window towards her and grins. Even Yousef doesn’t know why he’s grinning like that. 

Sana narrows her eyes at her brother. “What?”

She then quickly looks over to Yousef who has been already looking at her. How is he supposed to look anywhere but at her when she looks this beautiful? Instead of looking away, he smiles at her which she answers to with a smile of her own.

The moment is over when Elias says: “I just saw Aunt Aisha’s car pull up. You probably have 5 seconds before she rings the doorbell.”

Sana’s eyes widen and she sprints out of the room. Even Yousef knows that this aunt has this weird thing about being greeted right at the door, not wanting to wait a minute after she rings the doorbell. Yousef watches her run to the door and smiles to himself.

Yousef was so distracted by Sana being cute that he didn’t notice Elias sitting down on the couch. So he lets himself fall on it, next to his best friend. But he lands on something.

Furrowing his eyebrows Yousef fishes it out from under him. It’s a book. He doesn’t think much of it and leans back once again. Until he sees the title of the book on the back cover.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone.

His heart starts beating faster. He’s aware that it’s a book many people have read and a book many people love. 

But now, when he’s holding the pretty worn out book in his hands, he has a hard time breathing. The fear of being disappointed keeps him from turning the book around to look at the bottom right corner on the front. 

A few moments later, he takes a deep breath as he turns the book in his hands and stares at the big title on the front cover. His eyes wanting to wander south, to see if the right bottom corner is torn. 

He can’t even prepare himself, his eyes just slip down and see it. 

The torn bottom right corner of the front cover. 

Looking exactly like the book in his soulmate’s room. The same worn out, lightly torn, old book.

“Dude, be careful. That’s Sana’s book to always make her feel better.”, Elias says, not knowing how important that is. 

Just wanted to let everyone know

that today is totally dang special day because it’s

micchi’s birthday!!

She’s one of the sweetest people ever, the best of friends and Shojotale would be not even half of what it’s now if it wasn’t for her hard work, creativity and love for this project.

So yep this is really important and needed to be shared because micchi deserves all the good things in the world and more!

Happy birthday!! *throwing confetti*

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Bucky x Reader

A/N: This is my first time ever writing smut and I really hope that it’s okay. Again, sorry for any typo. Don’t forget to write a feedback, you can also drop a request in my ask box. (psst, requests are OPEN!)

Word Count: 4000+ | Rating: R [NSFW]

Warning: SMUT! Awkwardness…?

Masterlist here 

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Perfect Only Lasts So Long- Tyler Joseph Part Fifteen

When you got home that night you drank. One. Two. Five. Seven beers. By the time you passed out you had downed nine beers.
The sound of pounding at your door was what woke you up. The sun blinding you and the sound of knocks killing your head.
You stumbled over to the door with your hair a mess, bags under our eyes, and the smell of stale alcohol on you.
You opened the door and saw Tyler standing there with a pissed expression.
“Well good morning to you. Or should I say evening. Have you been asleep all day?“ He asked you and you looked to the ground ashamed. Tyler invited himself in and walked to your living room.
"Where’s Gabby?” you asked following him.
“She’s at my place and she’s not coming back here. Did you forget what today was?” you just stared at him not remembering what today was. “Her birthday party. She’s was really upset you weren’t there. What the hell as gotten into you Y/N?” Tyler began raising his voice getting closer to you.
“I want Gabby home and you to leave.” You said. You were embarrassed of yourself.
“No. You need to clean up, sober up then we’ll talk. I’m grabbing things for Gabby. She’ll be at my house until you can pull yourself together.” He said walking off to her room.
You followed him and watched as he grabbed some clothes and her favorite blanket.
“Why are you packing so much? She’s coming home tomorrow. She’s my daughter.“
"Well I’m not allowing it. I’m not letting her watch her mom fall apart. You say she’s your daughter but you’re not acting like you can take care of a child.” He said sternly.
“Don’t you dare Tyler. You weren’t even here for the first three years of her life.” You shouted defensively.
“Because you wouldn’t let me. You left.” He yelled back.
“Because I had to. I’m damn glad I did to because now you get to be happy while I’m here stuck in my thoughts in desperate need of help.” You yelled and Tyler went silent.
“Y/N” he said soft.
“Get out.” You said coldly. “Take the stuff you need for Gabby and go. Give her a kiss for me.”
“We can talk. Work something out. I wanna b-”
“I said get out.” You raised your voice and her gathered the stuff and left.

You went out to your living room and plopped onto the couch letting out a deep breath. You really fucked up. It wasn’t Gabby’s fault you had issues and you covered them with alcohol. You’re supposed to be a mother. You didn’t have room to mess up like this. You picked your head up out of your hands and saw the 9 empty beer bottles on the table in front of you. You needed to pull yourself together otherwise Tyler wasn’t going to let Gabby come around you. You couldn’t let that happen. She needed a mother.

You opened your phone and up popped Jenna’s Instagram. Okay maybe last night you were stalking her a bit, but you refreshed the page to see new pictures. One of your daughter smiling and laughing in Jenna’s arms. The next was her and Tyler. Then there was a video. It was people singing happy birthday to her while she smiled so big. Jenna’s comment read the happiest birthday wishes to my happiest little girl. Momma J loves you Gab.

She had a mother and it wasn’t you. It was Jenna. You saw how happy she was with her. It was like she had a family when she was with them. Maybe it was for the best if you left. It would save Gabby for the self disrupting mother. It would save Tyler the trouble of having to deal with you and all the troubles you bring. It would give Gabby a family, with a mom and dad.

All you wanted right now was that little brown haired brown eyed joy, but you couldn’t have it. She was yours but he took her. This is what you feared from the beginning, this is why you never wanted Tyler involved. He’s now taken everything from you. First it was your heart now your daughter. Or had you given it all to him?


Well you guys take that prompt job seriously. 

@almost-tooktheshot @meinhiding, here’s your teen Kastle. Which almost made me cry because I DON’T KNOW HOW TO WRITE TEENS THEY CONFUSE ME!

Here goes nothing. Much love. 

Karen’s 18th birthday came the very next day of that infamous bonfire. High schoolers got together every year and burned all sorts of things they wanted to get rid of, including a few items that belonged to the city, like that ugly sculpture a few years back that was placed at the town square and nobody liked. The drinks consumed were not those appropriate for a bunch of kids and the brownies had a little more than the traditional family mix. It was fun, and part of that fun was having it in a new location and a new date every year. Still, those who got caught spent the night in the cell in the police station and got out the next morning with a higher street cred.

This year, the date was one day before her birthday.

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♥♥Jyn Erso Appreciation Week♥♥- Day Three: Family

Pairing♥: Cassian Andor x Jyn Erso

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Words: 1,019

Rated: G

Jyn was punching at the dummy when she heard her data pad chime and saw the blue screen light up through the sweat in her eyes. Normally, she would have ignored it until she was finished with her exercises, but the annoying chime sound sounded four more times until she became aggravated enough with the sound that she gave the dummy a final uppercut, sending it flying into the air and opening the messages.

Cass> Jyn, come down to the mess hall. We have something important to show you.

Cass> Come on!

Cass> Jyn!

Cass> Are you coming yet? Hurry up!

Cass> Jyn Erso, would you please make your way to the cafeteria ASAP? Please?

She stared back into the screen, slightly confused. Cassian’s message said that it was important, but the barrage of messages and the way he worded them betrayed any indication of true urgency. If it was really that important, he would have only sent one message before coming down and telling her in person, and they would be going to the conference room, not the mess hall to discuss such matters.

>What is it?

Cass> You’ll see when you get here.

>Right now? I’m kind of busy. Can it wait?

Cass> It absolutely can not wait. Just go!

Jyn began typing once more, but the chime interrupted her and another message came in from Cassian’s end.

Cass> You almost here?

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A's Birthday

Today A was very late so I didn’t got to see her before the first class. We had class right before the break and as usual we sing and congratulate a student if it’s their birthday.
She was very happy.
After class I wished her a happy birthday and hugged her and went to the yard with her and some of her friends to eat the cake that they brought for her.
In the break we were with a lot of people so I didn’t gave her the gift then.
The break was fun but we didn’t talk much, we walked back to class together and joked around. I asked why did she came to school on her birthday and she told me she is going out tonight to celebrate and she won’t be coming to school tomorrow, she joked that now she knows how it feels to be a grandparent like me. Between jokes she said “I wish you could be like a normal friend” and I just laughed.
We both went to class and when the day was over I saw her when we were leaving school and she was leaving alone so I thought it could be a good opportunity to give her the present.
I asked her if we could talk so we walked to her car, I got the present out of my backpack and gave it to her. She smiled so brightly and hugged me. She thanked me a lot and opened it right away.
She loved both and she tried the necklace, she kissed the clasp of the necklace before putting it in the back of her neck. She told me it’s a superstition, you are supposed to kiss the clasp and make a wish.
Then she told me the least she could do was to take me home, I accepted. We had a great time, we talked a bit about her graduation.
We talked about our friendship, she told me that she considers me much more valuable as a friend than as a teacher and I told her I consider her a friend. When she dropped me off she asked me if we would still be friends when she graduates, I smiled and told her that I sure would hope so and she smiled back.

Charles Xavier- Beach Party

Request:  can you write a imagine with charles xavier x student reader? She is only 5 years younger than charles and a teleporter. she is always travelling around world in her spare time with bff jean? One day charles asks her to throw a party for jeans birthday in some place exotic and at the beach party charles admits the reader he loves her? It is so detailed Im sorry :( please write I love your writings so much!

So this one turned out to be longer than I thought it would but man I hope it is still good. I tried really hard… but I don’t know about it. Anyway, hope you enjoy it and if you’ve sent in requests they are on their way I’ve just been lazy, Tab has been genuinely busy but I’m just lazy.

~Much love, Ive

You’d just gotten back from a trip to Sweden with Jean. The two of you were best friends and were always travelling the world together making use of your teleportation power. You teleported back into your room, so you weren’t caught as you’d been told not to go away this weekend by Charles who needed you to prepare for a class or something, you weren’t really sure you were somewhat jet lagged (if you could call it jet lag since you didn’t use a plane) when he spoke to you and his face is a little distracting. Why was he so pretty? You and Jean appeared in your room, giggling. As you slumped onto your bed the door opened.

“Do you guys think I’m stupid?” Charles spoke as he entered the room, “I know you’ve been gone all weekend,” He sighed.

“Sorry, we just got carried away, it was only supposed to be a day trip,” You said through a couple of giggles. You couldn’t help that you’d just been having so much fun.

“Jean can you leave the room please, I need to speak with Y/N,” His voice became harsh and all the giggles suddenly silenced. Jean shot you an apologetic look and crept out the room, gently closing the door behind her.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know it would be this much of a big deal,” You desperately started to apologise.

“Y/N, it’s okay just calm down. I needed Jean out of the room and I figured this would be the best way to do it.”

“What? So I’m not in trouble?” You asked feeling very confused.

“Well, I’m not happy but I have other things I want to discuss with you right now.” Charles sat on the bed next to you, “As you probably know, Jean’s birthday is coming up next Saturday and since she’s been having a pretty hard time this year I thought it’d be nice if we threw her a bit of a surprise party.”

“Oh, that’d be amazing. She’d love that,” You said smiling. Charles was so kind hearted, you hadn’t even thought of that and she was your best friend. Although you loved this idea you felt a little guilty that you hadn’t come up with it yourself.

“Can you meet up with me tomorrow to discuss the details?” He asked. You happily agreed and with that he left.

After your discussion with Charles about Jean’s birthday the day was finally arriving. You’d spent hours planning the perfect place to go and the food you’d eat and you were pretty proud of what you and Charles had come up with. You’d found the perfect little beach in Rio that was completely free of tourists and could only be reached by boat or your teleportation powers. You’d spent the morning teleporting the rest of the x-men so they could all be there to surprise Jean later on as well as set everything else up while you worked on getting her there. The plan was foolproof and you were so excited.

When Jean came into the kitchen that afternoon you greeted her, pretending to forget it was her birthday.

“So I was thinking, we should go to Rio today. You know snow one weekend and sun the next. What do you think?” You asked, trying to keep it casual.

“Um, yeah. Sounds good but you won’t get in trouble again will you?”

“Charles and a few of the others have gone out for some training, everyone else is busy with classes and stuff like that so they won’t even know we’ve gone.” You smiled trying not to show you were lying, “Now, go grab your swimsuit.”

You teleported Jean to the beach and the second you appeared everyone yelled ‘happy birthday’. Jean jumped at the crowd of people there as she was clearly not expecting it but she quickly turned to you with a huge smile on her face.

“You did all this for me?” She asked, pulling you into a big hug.

“Well it wasn’t all me,” You said gesturing to Charles who was sipping a drink.

“Thank you so much Y/N,” She said giving you one last squeeze before releasing you to go and thank the others. You wandered over to the table while Jean was busy with the crowd of people wishing her a happy birthday. The speakers was playing one of your favourite songs as you grabbed a huge slice of watermelon.

“This party is even better than I’d expected,” You heard Charles say from beside you.

“It was all you,” You said tilting your head towards him in thanks.

“All I did was come up with the idea, you did pretty much everything else,” Charles threw his hands up, refusing to take credit. You scoffed but didn’t want to argue with him. “You know, I think we make a pretty good team,” Charles said as he looked deeply into your eyes. Suddenly your insides felt all funny and all you could do was blink at him trying to think of words to say. Everyone was dancing around you but the only person you could concentrate on was Charles.

“I think so too,” Was all you could say after a long period of silence.

“You know, Y/N…” Charles let out a nervous laugh, “I… I uh…” He stammered.

“What?” You panicked slightly, thinking you’d forgotten something and he was trying his best to politely tell you that you ruined the whole party.

“I’m in love with you,” He spoke calmly but the words seemed rushed and you could tell he was nervous to tell you but you were so glad he had.

“I love you too.” You smiled up at him.

“Really? Oh thank god, I was so worried I’d screw everything up with you-“

“Charles, I really do.” You said cutting him off and reaching for his hand. He squeezed your hand as he held it in his. He leaned in towards you and you followed his lead, leaning in for a kiss when you were suddenly interrupted by Jean who slung her arms over both of your shoulders.

“Thank you both so much,” She said with a huge smile on her face, “You guys have to come and dance with me!” She started pulling both of you towards the dance floor and all you could do was look at Charles and know that you’d have all the time in the world to kiss him later.

Mirror mirror on the wall, what does this reflect on them all??

Mixed feelings all around, almost as many as people/bloggers here. Funny how we all react differently to the same stimulus/incitement or in this case what feels like bait/taunt.
I see disappointment, frustration, anger, lost of respect, sadness, confusion, exhaustion… I see fans giving up on everything Outlander, others trying to explain this new act, some blaming S&C, some giving them an escape… and the crazy thing is I relate to them all and it all.
Stating that from the very beginning none of us knew what the whole truth was, a thousand different scenarios and theories could be made up with all what we were seeing/reading/hearing and what we were being given (note the difference between them both please).
Now, my problem here resides in the fact that such a mess has been made of things that no matter which one of those scenarios turns out to be the real one it won’t come out completely clean from shit and nonsense. It’s all tainted one way or another. I’ll explain myself.
Bear (no pun intended) with me, let’s assume narrative #1 is the real deal and Sam was single, fell for Skipper and they have been together for a year (is it?) now plus Cait had been with that T guy all along. There are some questions to which the answers are NOT PRETTY:
- is that really MM&S’ relationship’s true timing, so close to her having another boyfriend? (stinks, I’m never one to break up another couple)
- why has Skipper/Sam/someone close to them been leaking info and pics about their “private” lives from the very beginning? (stinks even more)
- why let your misogynist bully blue-checked of a “friend” make statements about your love life that you aren’t able/willing to make yourself? what is more, why in the middle of that twitter war and harassment you choose to acknowledge and like and interact with shipper tweets (as easy as it would’ve been to ignore them in the ocean of tweets and mentions you get every freaking minute) (beyond shitty)
- why would you forget/avoid to mention your boyfriend of 3 years in the 2 minute speech you have to give on what was your most important award and achievement to date? (sorry honey, you already know I love you, no need to declare it publicly as other hundreds of celebrities have done and still do each time they win something - again pure bullshit)
- why if you dislike shippers and agree with the big bully that we are all crazy, you go like his tweet then go hurry and unlike it? If those are your true feelings OWN IT woman, you can’t have your cake and eat it too (yep we are disgusting but I’m wearing my Unusual Lady T-shirt as I type this, may help clean my hands of this shit)
- why the rainbow mockery?!?! Yes it now feels like that.
- why if your co-star is your BFF he has been dating a girl for a year and you fail to simply acknowledge her in SM till today? The normal thing would have been to give a follow back the moment she follows you (didn’t happen), or later on when she likes stuff you post (hi there Cait, it’s me!), or later when your BFF retweets her…but no, it wasn’t official enough till today (maybe she’s pregnant and they are in the countdown…you know what’s down? A pile of shit, yeah).
So yes, you get the gist of it, many more bullshit I’m sure I’m forgetting.

Let’s go now with story #2 and that version in which this whole thing has been and still is fuckery to hide the real relationship between Sam&Cait. Okay, they are forced to hide it because of work/industry reasons or/and they want their privacy. Poor them, having to play along and go places they don’t want to go and post and tweet pics they don’t want to, being active part of a farce that results in many of their fans being insulted and bullied, leaving them defenseless and at most saying they ignore (all the while knowing they are in the right). Many people here claim as long as S&C didn’t get directly involved then they couldn’t get blamed by what other people (Shitner, MM, etc) implied so when the “coming out” came it would be clean. Well, after today’s shitshow now this is not possible anymore either. Cait had already wished him a happy birthday, today’s tweet was nonsense.
- why today’s picture with 5 people on a kitchen doing nothing, just posing for the camera no cake no birthday celebration to show whatsoever? And on Cait’s feed and by her own hand. Again notice she HAD ALREADY tweeted him happy birthday.
- why follow the girl back today? Again it would’ve made the narrative more believable if it had happened at the very beginning.

Now we also have the gay scenario #3, in which Sam is in the closet, Cait his BFF willing to cooperate at the beginning but not so much after a while (IFH) enter goldilocks. Well this would be very sad but would make sense from many points of view (why no jealousy from any SO would ever be involved when facing very inappropriate behaviour between costars). Still many games and fuckery being played by al involved and fans paying for them.

Now add a hundred more scenarios apart from those mentioned above and in-between (Sam and Cait did date at the beginning but it was too much, Cait wanted out and he was heartbroken from bimbo to bimbo, they have always been just friends albeit very touchy feely ones)

I guess what I’m trying to say is in the end it doesn’t matter what truth comes out (if/when it does) if in the process there has been all this nasty business of constant fuckery. I don’t like that so I’m reacting the only way I can and that I feel counts: in numbers. As a fan and merely a number, today I’ve unfollowed both S&C in twitter and instagram. I don’t mean to go away cause I still look forward season 3 but I’m gonna be a lurker, no likes no sharing in their stuff anymore.

Of course this is just my POV, coming from my own experiences (funny became a celeb cynical because of Jennifer Aniston, epic let down and since a few weeks ago people here started comparing her and skinny-legs, yes Justin, to Sam and Cait. Fuck my life). Feel free to agree or disagree and share your own opinions if you feel like it and thanks for listening/reading.

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Y/N and Harry have never been apart for this long. The longest they’ve been apart was six months. But almost a year was too much for the both of them.

They’ve been friends since they were seven and they’ve been inseparable ever since. Yeah they would have their arguments and they almost lost each other, but they would get through it.

People would tell them that they’d get married later on or that they’ll be together, but the both of them would just laugh it off.

Between work and touring and filming and school, they’ve not seen each other. They’ve called and skyped, but it’s not the same.

Today’s Y\N’s birthday and she was hoping to wake up to a text from Harry, but all she got was one from her mom and brother.

Y/N doesn’t have many friends. Harry’s friends are her friends, according to Harry, but Y/N doesn’t really think that’s true because Harry’s friends treat her like shit sometimes.

She goes on with her day, hoping for a text from Harry, but none.

She frowns. They usually talk on the phone everyday for like an hour until one of them have to go. Today though, today they haven’t talked and that made Y/N upset.

Meanwhile, Harry was sitting down, waiting for the lady through the intercom to call his flight. He was biting his bottom lip so hard that he drew blood. His eyes kept moving to his phone that was balanced on his knee somehow, waiting for you to call.

He wants to call and tell you happy birthday, but he can’t. He knows it’s hurting you that he didn’t call you this morning or leave a message.

He shakes his head and grabs his phone. He scrolls through his messages and clicks on your name before typing up a message.

Don’t think I forgot what today is. Now, put that cute pout away and smile, love. I hope you have an amazing day and I wish I was with you to celebrate. But unfortunately, I’m not. I love you. Xxx

And of course, Y/N won’t ever truly know that Harry loves her more than a friend.


It’s past noon, around three, when Y/N gets a text from Anne telling Y/N to come over to her house. It may be a bit of a drive, but if Anne wants Y/N to visit, then Y/N will go and visit.

When she gets there, she’s confused as to why there were so many cars parked in front of Anne’s house. When she knocked and Anne opened the door, she didn’t expect people to jump out and yell surprise.

She hugged Anne first and said a thank you before moving to her brother and mom. She walked around and said thanks to people who wished her a happy birthday, but didn’t see the one person she wanted to see.

She sighed and walked into the kitchen and sat down. Not a minute after passed when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“He wishes he could be here with you, Hun. "Anne’s soft voice said. Anne sat next to Y/N and grabbed her hand. "Have you guys talked today?”

“No. "Y/N mumbles. She rests her face on her palm while the other hand is drawing random things on the marble counter. "I miss him, Anne. I want my best friend with me. "Tears well up in her eyes, but she doesn’t let them fall.

Anne wants to tell her that he’s coming, he’s coming, Y/N. But, she bites her tongue and gives Y/N’s shoulder a squeeze before standing up and walking out.

Y/N pulls out her phone and scrolls through her contacts before pressing on Harry’s name. Not even three rings before he picks up.

"Hey little bug. "She can just imagine him sitting down with a smile on his face. "How’s your day going? Enjoying you birthday?”

Y/N pouts some more and shakes her head even though he can’t see her. “No. I miss my best friend. ”

“I miss you too, love. "He sighs. "I wish I could be with you. I really do. ”

“I know, bud. ”

It’s quiet for awhile before Harry breaks it. “I have to go back on set, babe. I’ll talk to you later tonight, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay. ”

“I love you. ”

Y/N smiles. “I love you, bud. ”

When they hang up, Y/N goes back to the party and talks to a couple of people. She doesn’t see Gemma, the only person Y/N talks to besides Harry and his mom.

Twenty minutes later, she spots Gemma talking to a guy and she doesn’t want to interrupt so she starts talking to her brother.

Y/N is startled when she feels hands wrap around her waist from behind. She looks down-on instinct-, and gasps when she sees the tattooed arm. She turns around and her hands fly up to her mouth when she sees Harry standing
In front of her.

He grins at her reaction and hugs her once again. Y/N wraps her arms around his waist and cries when she gets a little whiff of his cologne that she missed so much.

He’s arms wrap around her neck and he presses a kiss to her temple then the top of her head. “Hi, love. "He chuckles when she responds with a sob. "Happy birthday!”

When he tries to pull away, Y/N’s grip tightens and the crowd, including Harry, laugh when she shakes her head.

“Hey now. C'mon, love. Give me a proper welcome home. ”

She sniffs before pulling away. She looks up and almost lets out another sob when her eyes make contact with his green ones.

“You’re here, you’re actually here. Oh my, gosh. I’ve missed you so much. I’m so glad you’re here. ” she hugs him again and she doesn’t want to let go.

“I’ve missed you, too. C'mon, let’s go sit down. "He directs her to an empty seat in the other living room where it’s more quiet and sits down before pulling her down with him.

"I can’t believe you’re here. "She says quietly, sniffing once before before resting her head on his shoulder and grabbing his hand in hers, giving it a squeeze. ”’M glad you’re here with me. “

He presses a kiss to her temple and let’s it linger for awhile because he missed her so damn much. ”’M glad too, love. So glad. I love you. “

She sighs and nuzzles up to him. "I love you, too, styles. Quite a lot. ”

And she’ll never know that he loves her more than a friend.


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Cameron Dallas - Wish

Request: Can you do an imagine where it’s Cameron’s birthday and he invites all of his friends, including (y/n), to his birthday and when he blows out the candles he wishes that (y/n) would be his girlfriend, and everyone keeps asking him what he wished for and he doesn’t tell anyone until (y/n) asks him what he wished for, and he asks he her. Thanks


Cameron’s POV

Twenty-one is a huge number, you just have to celebrate it. There are numbers that can just be ‘nah, I’ll just watch Netflix and sleep all night’ but this is not one of these. You only turn twenty-one once and it opens a lot of doors for you. Knowing this so damn well I decided to have a big birthday bash and invite all my friends to celebrate the big occasion with me. Everyone was there, all the important people in my life took the time to show up and wish me a happy birthday. I was so happy to just have them with me on that day, but I was still missing one person.

I made my way through the groups of people in my apartment making sure everyone was having fun, but in the meanwhile I was just looking for that bright smile I loved so much. I talked to her earlier on the phone and she told me she would be there no matter what. Even though she was only twenty minutes late I was still freaking out that she wouldn’t come. She was flying to LA from New York just to spend the night with us. Her model career was starting to get better and she even had a few magazine covers lately. I always knew she would be successful, she was the most beautiful girl I ever saw and if she couldn’t be a model than no one.

Another ten minutes into some chit-chatting and chilling, when the door opened and she stepped inside. I couldn’t not notice that every male in the room turned towards her. She looked amazing in her tight black dress with her long hair up in a high pony tail. I immediately made my way towards her and as she laid her eyes on me her face brightened up.

“There is the birthday boy!” she giggled throwing her arms around me and pulling me into a tight hug.

“I’m so glad you could make it,” I breathed out feeling a wave of relief running through me.

“Of course I could, I told you I would be there,” she told me leaning back and giving me a bright smile. “I got you something,” she said excitedly and then held up a little box wrapped into blue paper with a bow on the top of it.

“Thank you.” I pressed a kiss to her soft cheek and immediately opened her gift. A white frame was in it with our very first photo that was taking in middle school. I was rocking some dope ass hair style that always covered my eyes, and she had her hair in two braids. She was on my back, I was giving her a piggy ride and we both were grinning madly. I think that was the time when I knew I would be hopelessly in love with her for a long-long time. “Gosh, Y/N, this is some major throwback,” I laughed not being able to turn my gaze away from the picture that captured a happy moment of our childhood.

“The last time I was here your nightstand looked a bit empty, I thought this would look good,” she said with a shy smile and shrugged.

“Thank you, I love it.” I hugged her again putting the frame into the box and then putting it to one of my shelves planning to take care of it later.

I asked her about her latest gigs and then we drank some champagne and I just listened to her as she talked about her photoshoots. I loved how passionate she was about her dream, she always told me she would become a model one day and now she was living her dream. I was so happy for her but on the other side I was sad I could see her more rarely. We both had crazy schedules but tried to spend as much time as we could. Even though we both had our lives we still remained the closest friends.

She was the girl that I fell in love with as a kid and my feelings just matured as I grew older. She was my best friend and she was the only one I even felt comfortable to cry in front of. She was like my soulmate and I just wanted to have her in my life for as long as I could. I fell in love with her heart and mind, her look only comes after these two. But I never made a move because I was too scared that she would tell me that she doesn’t feel the same way and it would ruin our friendship. And that was something I could never let happen. I would rather suffer for the rest of my life than loose her.

At the beginning the party was quite quiet, everyone was just catching up and having some drinks, but later, maybe because of the alcoholic drinks, everyone let loose and the living room turned into the dancefloor while all the well-known songs followed each other. Around eleven o’clock Aaron thought that it was time to blow my candles. He had a huge cake in the shape of the Vine logo made and stuck 21 candles in it. Everyone gathered around me and waited for me to make my wish.

Y/N was standing right in front of me, her gorgeous smile was sticky, I couldn’t help but smile back at her. For a brief moment there was no one else in the room, just her. I looked into her eyes, then taking a deep breath I closed my eyes and wished before blowing the candles out. Then a round of applause ran through the room and the cake was soon all gone.

In the next few hours the most asked question became “What did you wish for?” but I just kept saying that I would never tell because it wouldn’t come true. Also I knew, that it wouldn’t either way, so it was a bit whatever.

A few hours and some more drinks later my eyes met the box Y/N gave me earlier and I felt the urge to take it up to my room and put it to where it was supposed to be. I excused myself from some of my friends and grabbing the box I ran up the stairs and disappeared in my room. It was dark inside, but when I switched the lights on I saw that Y/N was standing in the window. Seeing the lights she turned around and I could see that she was talking on her phone. I smiled at her and sat down to my bed taking the frame out of the box and making some space on my nightstand for it by throwing some notes and stuff away.

“Yeah, that’s totally fine by me. So see you on Wednesday,” she said to the phone and then said her goodbye to the person on the other end. “Sorry for coming in without permission,” she apologized sitting down next to me.

“No problem, you are welcomed here anytime,” I smiled at her taking a look at the frame that was now standing on my nightstand.

“Looks good. Now you will always remember that horrible hairstyles we rocked back in that time,” she laughed pointing at the photo.

“I think it was okay, even though sometimes I didn’t see clear because my hair was in my eyes,” I chuckled throwing it back to that time.

“Hardcore,” she happily sighed. “So, what did you wish for?” she asked poking her elbow into my side.

“If I tell you it won’t come true,” I said smiling at her.

“Oh, come on, I don’t count. Tell me, you know how curious I am all the time!”

“I know. But I won’t tell you,” I said one more time.



“Cam please!”



“Alright, it was you!” I admitted suddenly catching both of us by surprise. “I wished for you to be more than just my friend,” I added silently.

“What?” she whispered blinking at me a few times.

“Probably this was the moment when I ruined our friendship, so I’m just the biggest ass right now,” I mumbled not being able to look at her. I was expecting her to say that she loves me, but just not in that way and she wants to stay friends, and I was already ready to suck it up and pretend that this never happened, when I felt her tiny hand slip into mine. I looked up at her and she was smiling. She was smiling at me!

“Did you really wish for it?” she asked softly. I nodded. “You know, than maybe we should do something to make it true.”

My eyes went wide not being able to believe her words. Was this an open invitation for a date? She wanted to go on a date with me?

“You better not be joking because I have been waiting for this since you showed up in school in a skirt for the first time,” I said recalling the moment as the twelve year-old Y/N walked into class feeling very uncomfortable in her floral printed skirt, but she looked amazing. And the twelve year-old Cam knew he would want to be friends with this cutie when he would be older.

Y/N smiled and shook her head.

“I’m serious. I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me earlier. You waited almost ten years to confess it. If you did it when we were sixteen I would have said yes back then too.”

“Don’t tell me that I was dying for you through my teen years, but all I should have done was asking you out,” I told her with a serious face.

“But it’s true!” she giggled and hearing her angelic voice made my anger go away in a moment.

“Alright, then fuck it. I’m taking you out tomorrow. Are you still in town?”

“Yes I am.”

“Good, good,” I said nodding to myself. “I hope I will be able to wait until tomorrow, but with one thing I won’t be able,” I sighed looking at her.

“What are you tal-“ I didn’t let her finish, I pressed my lips to hers and finally kissed her. My sixteen year-old self would have been so fucking proud of me. Her lips worked perfectly against mine and it was even better than I imagined before. I was so in love and I knew I would do anything for this girl to keep by my side.

Pairings: Jefferson x Reader
Request:  hello! it’s my birthday tomorrow and I was wondering if you could write Jefferson fluff where it’s the reader’s birthday? it’s alright if you can’t. have a nice day! :)
Warnings: A little nsfw?
Note: I’m so sorry I wasn’t on to do this! But I’ll make it so Jefferson forgets but it’s still very fluffy and something a lil extra for this being late! 

You woke up with a smile on your face, today was your first birthday after the curse. It felt good to know you were spending it with the people you loved, usually Jefferson woke you with a breakfast and, well sex. After you’d both go for a romantic walk in the woods before he went picking mushrooms to bring in more food. You sat up ad waited for the smell of pancakes or eggs. Nothing. It got to around 12 O’clock and your heart sank a little, you brushed your teeth the went downstairs. You smiled at him, hoping it was some sort of prank. 

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“Are you sure that you will be okay?” Harry asked you for the eleventh time that evening. You were getting ready to go to Fabric, one of London’s most crazy clubs, for your friend’s birthday. 

You had made the mistake of telling your overbearing but dulling loving boyfriend a few weeks ago and the entire time up until tonight was spent trying to deter you from going. 

You look over your shoulder and stared at Harry watching him fiddle with the sleeve of his long sleeve white shirt as he looked at you. You gave him a smile and turned back to getting ready, signifying that was your answer. You heard Harry sigh and move to sit on the bed but you paid no attention. 

You reached over and grabbed your beige silk top from the wardrobe and pulled out your gold sparkle shorts; at first you were apprehensive on the outfit but once you had it on it was perfect. You gave an approving nod in the mirror and turned to Harry who had your shoes in his massive hands. 

“Here you go,” he said in a sulking voice a child would use. You laughed and grabbed them out of his hands. Once you put them on you finished with putting on your simple jewelry and the diamond necklace Harry had bought you not too long after his last fight. 

The necklace was simplistic and absolutely stunning. You had told him off for buying you something such as that but he said that it was meant for you when he saw it. Of course the necklace was given to you after you told him you were going out and it was one of his final ways of trying to persuade you not to go. 

“Okay how do I look?” You did a full turn, almost tripping in your shoes. Harry stood up and wrapped you up in his arms, holding you close, and rested his head on top on yours. 

“You look stunning, might I add very fuckable, I’m upset that you aren’t staying home though,” Harry mumbled on top of your head. You wacked him on the stomach for his second comment and his laughter shook through your frame. 

“I will text you when I get there. Do not screw up tonight Harold or so help you,” you pointed a finger at him and threatened. 

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll be here if you need me. Now go have fun. I already put the present in your car love.” You gave him a grateful smile, a huge kiss on the cheek, and grabbed your things before making your way out of the flat and over to your car. You gave one last wave to Harry who was standing in the door way and drove off. 

The drive to the club wasn’t too long and you had music to take your mind off of it. You were worried about what tonight would entail; the club was a rowdy one and you would have to fend off the handsy people that were there. 

You had the valet man take your car as you made your way to the entrance where you could see all of your friends. 

“Look who showed alone! We were expecting Harry to come on by with you Y/N.” You knew Y/B/F was just joking and gave her a large hug and wished her a Happy Birthday as well as handed her her gift. 

Hugs were flying around and soon you were making your way into Fabric. The rumors had held true, the scene was insane. Peoples bodied pulsing to the sound of the music, drinks all about, and lots of wondering eyes. You were suddenly wishing Harry was around knowing he would protect you all but you pushed that to the back of your mind and focused on having a good time. 

“I got us a reserved section towards the back of the room,” Liz, Y/B/F’s work friend told all of you. Liz led you guys to where she was talking about and gave the Bouncer in front of the area her name. 

Once in the section you were pleased to notice that there was lots of free space and you still could move into the middle, more populated areas. Erica, another one of Y/B/F’s work friends, bought the first round of drinks where as you would be buying the second. 

“So then he gave me this stunning piece,” she showed you all the brand new and shiny diamond infinity ring on her index finger. You all gasped and grabbed her hand. 

“My god you must be doing something right,” you told her suggestively and you all broke into laughter. 

As the hours and drinks passed by you could feel yourself having more and more fun, but you missed your boy. You were glancing at all of the club activity when you saw a familiar set of curls. Harry noticed you and made his way over to you, muttering some words to the bouncer who was standing in front of the ropes to your section. 

Once he got through you stumbled over to him, stupid shoes. He caught you before you could face plant and you snuggled into his chest. 

“Are you drunk?” He asked you. 

“No I’m just a little tipsy, I haven’t had too many drinks. I’m happy to see you though,” you grinned up at him and he gave you a chastise kiss on the lips. “You look good too,” you quietly whispered as you devoured his body with your eyes. See through shirt, black blazer, tight black pants, hair pushed back. He looked good and he knew it. 

“My darling Y/N I think you have had more to drink then you led me to believe. Common lets go dance,” he grasped you hand and led you to crowded floor. He made sure his had held yours tightly and made sure you didn’t trip. 

A suggestive song that had a slower beat came on and Harry pulled you to him. You ran your hands up and down his chest as his hands rested on your lower back, dangerously close to your bum. Your hips moved sensually with his as you let your body feel and become one with the beat. 

Harry flipped you around and pushed his hips into you from behind and you leaned your head back into his chest. You pushed back as he pushed forward creating friction and you gasped at the feeling. With you begin a tad bit drunk everything move he made made you gasp or moan. All too soon he was pulling you over to your section and handing you water. 

“We aren’t doing anything so lets get some water in your system.” He noticed your eyes were drooping after the second glass of water and walked over to your friend, yelling something to her over the loud music. She nodded and waved to you, you waved back still out of it. 

“Alright love let’s get you out of here and home to bed.”

“Are you bringing me to yours or back to mine?” Harry looked surprised at the thoughtful question that came from your slurred speech. 

“Back to mine love.” He led you to the front of the club and gave the valet boy your name. 

“Wheres your car?” You asked while sticking close to his side as you noticed a very drunk and sketchy looking man making his way towards you from the shadows. 

“I had someone drop me off.”

“Harry,” you said shakily as the man was less then 5 feet away from your side. He looked over at you and then he noticed the man. As the man got closer you gasped as you took in his rugged appearance.

Harry reacted fast; throwing you behind him and taking a defensive stance, fists and jaw clenched for was to happen. 

You remembered that Harry saying to be careful around this part of the club because this is where they like to prey on victims, when they aren’t aware. He kept his eyes on your figure as he continued to prowl closer; Harry drew back attempting to figure out what the man was doing. 

He paid no attention to Harry as he drew a pocket knife and went to lunge for you. Harry was quicker kicking to man to the ground and getting on top of him throwing punch after punch. 

The man still had the knife and swung it at Harry’s face, getting nicked on his forehead. All the move had done was anger Harry further, grasping the mans hand that held the knife and snapping it, rendering it useless. 

The man screamed and two bouncers came rushing out of the club. One ran to you making sure you were okay and the other getting Harry off of the man. Harry pushed the bouncers arms away and came to stand in front of you. 

“Take care of this John,” Harry barked towards the man who had came to you first. He nodded and with the other bouncer grabbed the man and set him down on the bench, one of them calling the police. 

“Come on love let’s go.” Harry got into your drivers seat and you in the passenger. Silence was accompanying you all through the drive home and you were trying to process all of the events that had just occurred, alcohol still lingering.

When you got up to Harry’s flat you shoved him on the bed and told him not to move as you made your way to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. 

“Hey look at me, thank you for protecting me tonight and for being there.” You kissed him gently on the mouth before moving to disinfect the cut right above his eyebrow. He didn’t say a word or wince as the disinfectant came in contact. 

After you finished you both got ready for bed not saying a word to one another, not broaching the subject of tonights occurrence. The bed was comfy and you were more then ready to welcome sleep with open arms and closed eye lids. 

Before sleep could fully take you Harry pulled you into his chest and put his lips towards your ear.

“I’ll aways protect you, sleep well love.” With a kiss placed in your hair you finally let your dreams take you away.

Some action tonight! I hope you have enjoyed this installment to the Dark Harry Series.

Let me know what you thought or if you have a REQUEST you would like to throw at me. I always love talking to you all and seeing what I can do for you so let me know. 

As always thank you for reading xx-Sam


Another year of Joy

Rafinha’s POV
Another year to celebrate with my favorite boy. My son’s second birthday was today and I was truly blessed to have him live another healthy life. The first year was quite a benediction, I couldn’t wait for more to come. It was currently 10 am and the birthday boy was still asleep. I decided to head downstairs and see what y/n was up to.

“Good morning babe.” She greeted.

“Morning… What are you up to?” I asked giving her a sweet kiss to the lips.

“I’m finishing up the birthday boy’s cake.” She smiled while whisking away the batter.

“Babe I could have gone and bought a cake, store-made.” I insisted.

“No no, that wouldn’t be as special.” She argued.

“Mnmm chocolate.” I exclaimed, licking my finger.

“Alright you need to go get dressed, but first have my little goofball get dressed too.” She smiled while pouring the cake into the batter.

Y/n looked like a mess. She had cake batter stains all over her apron, her hair was in a messy bun, and her eyes looked weary. I thought that it was sweet of her to go through all this trouble just for our son’s birthday. That’s the reason I married her in first place, she was always thinking of others before thinking of herself.

“Alright I’m heading up, if you need anything just let me know.” I saluted.

“Babe your a footballer not a solider.” She giggled.

I headed upstairs and went to wake up the birthday boy. I creeped open his door and he wasn’t there. His bed was bare with only stuffed animals and a soccer ball. I headed back out of the room to see if he was in mine. As I walked out I felt a tug on my pants. I turned around to find the birthday boy.

“There you are!” I said relieved.

“It’s my birthday, two today daddy.” He smiled while holding out two little delicate fingers up.

“Yes it is, my boy is getting so big. You’re going to be bigger than me!” I joked as I picked him up.

“Cake daddy! Cake!” He chanted.

“Haha yes, first lets get ready.” I chuckled. We went to go get ready for his party. Soon, his friends would be coming over and he would be having the time of his life.
The party has started and let me just say it was such a sight to see. Y/n looked so beautiful after cleaning up. Her hair was curled, her makeup natural, and she wore the daintiest dress that was embodied with lace. She seemed to be having a good time chatting with the guests. Little Me was enjoying his party games with his friends. I was just so damn happy to see the most important people of my life have a good time.

“Alright everyone it’s time for the cake!” Y/n announced.

“Come here birthday boy, let’s go see you make a wish.” I smiled picking him up. All his friends trailed behind me like little ducklings.

Y/n lit up the candles. There were two candles on the cake. Everyone huddled around the dining table to see little Rafinha make a wish. We all sang happy birthday. I wrapped my arm around y/n and sang along. Her face made me in awe. Today, both my wife and son were happy to celebrate another year of joy, and so was I.

Sorry it was so short!!! Writers block took over😭😫