happy birthday erik!

Tyler Dillot Gets In Shape

Tyler Dillot was 27 years old, not good looking, and very much “out of shape.” The last time he had been “in shape” was back in high school at Regis Prep when he had been on the track team. Back then he had gone by Ty, the Dill Man, or Dildo (only by his closest companions). Then college had come and gone, as had his physique and his innocence, and then he became “out of shape.” In fact there was no shape to him. He wasn’t a rhombus or a quadrilateral or even a parallelogram. He was a torso and limbs. But he was determined to make a change.

It was a Calvin Klein advertisement that prompted the sudden urge for physical enlightenment. The billboard was on the corner of East Houston and Lafayette and depicted a half naked woman and half naked man embracing while only wearing Calvin Klein underwear.  The half naked woman was beautiful and Tyler had seen her before on some Instagram feed on one of his late night rabbit holes, but the man on the billboard was otherworldly. The man’s body was rippling with muscle, and Tyler very quickly became aware of how sweaty he was under his thin t-shirt, even though it was only 65 degrees out and breezy and not even mid April and all he had done that Saturday morning was wake up at 11:20, eat a bagel, drink an almond latte with an extra shot of espresso, check Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook, then Instagram again. He could feel a pimple forming on the back of his neck.

“I am going to join a gym,” he announced to the world.

“Shut up,” said a stranger passing by.

Later that day he had joined Equinox ($200 initiation fee, $250 per month), bought a new pair of Nike Free Run Trainers ($130), three pair of Nike Flex Running shorts ($45 per pair), and three Under Armour t-shirts ($25 each).

He had wanted to get Nike shirts as well, for he hated mixing brands almost as much as he hated wearing brands, but the Nike tops were all too tight on his chest and made his nipples feel exposed. Being self conscious about ones nipples is one of the worst things in the world, aside from global hunger and YouTube personalities who play the ukulele, so he went with the Under Armour shirts which were more forgiving on both his physique and his wallet.

He would have to phone home and let his father know about the additional charges to the card, but he was still skiing in Aspen and wouldn’t be home for another week. The charges wouldn’t be an issue, he just wanted his father to know so he could be proud of his son for the effort. His father was rich and the rich are always happy when their children spend money. If they don’t have any children, they spend their money on Porsches or plastic surgery, both of which have a near 100% success rate.

Tyler had planned on getting into the gym early the next morning but had drank too much that evening at Erik Brennan’s 32nd birthday party. Erik was from an improv class Tyler had taken when he first moved to the city, and had recently made a video where he interviewed people on the street and asked them what their favorite sexual positions were. Then Erik explained to them if they were subconsciously sexist or not. The video had gone viral and been featured in both Vox and Bustle that morning and subsequently retweeted by Ellen. It was important work and Tyler had shared it on his own Facebook page with the caption “funny + thought provoking work = Erik Brennan.”

The party was at a Mexican bar in the East Village, and Tyler had a few beers, said hi to Erik, had two shots of tequila, sang Erik happy birthday, had a Sangria, said bye to Erik, then ate 2 slices of pizza (one sausage, one sausage and pepperoni), and left at 2 AM. When he got back he ate a spoon of peanut butter straight from the jar (for protein) and fallen asleep.

He woke at 11 AM, checked Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, than Instagram again, where he liked one of Erik’s photos from the party, taken after he left. “Good friends, good timesss” he commented. Then he got dressed and went to the gym, stopping only to purchase a green drink ($7), a Smart Water ($4), and a protein bar ($3).

Equinox was packed, like church on a Sunday morning, only with more self-righteousness and sweat and judgment, and Tyler felt as if everyone was staring at his nipples. He had planned on pairing with a physical trainer but none were available when he arrived at noon, so he sojourned into the unknown, alone.

The treadmills were all full, as were the ellipticals, and he briefly entertained the idea of trying out the rowing machine, before realizing he had never rowed a boat in real life, why would he start on a lie. So he made his way to the floor of free weights and barbells.

Tyler did a few reps on each arm of the twenty-pound dumbbell then moved over to one of the benches where a muscular man with a tan was just finishing up a set with a large amount of weight. He was grunting and panting as if mid-coitus, and when he finished he let out a moan of pleasure Tyler had never released in all of his life.

“Are you finished with the bench?” Tyler asked.

The tan man took one of his headphones out.

“What?” he replied.

“Are you finished with the bench?” Tyler repeated himself, a little louder this time.

“No need to yell bro, all yours,” the man with the tan said as he walked away. Tyler watched him make his way over to the water fountain and noticed a tattoo on the back of his bulging neck. “For Strength & Honor” it read in a cursive font worthy of an encyclical.

Tyler smirked and made a joke in his head about how any neck tattoo should really just say “unemployable,” then thought about tweeting it and ending up typing it out and saving it in his drafts to tweet out later that day when he was likely to get better circulation.

He sat on the bench and checked the weight on either side of the bar. It was 150 pounds, forty pounds less than what he weighed. He knew he wouldn’t be able to do any reps of it, but he was curious as to see how heavy 150 pounds really was.

“For strength and honor,” he whispered to himself, chuckling.

He lay back, ducking his head to fit under the bar. He reached up and gripped the steel, still wet with sweat from the tan man’s hands. He exhaled then pushed up slightly. The bar didn’t budge. Then he pushed slightly harder and felt it move a bit. Finally, with a grunt like a small boar, he pushed up with all his might. He felt it lift up a little then raise into the air just an inch.

The bar was already wet from the tan man’s hands, and Tyler’s soft palms were oily and sweaty and added to the steel’s slippery state, and so as slippery things often do, the bar slipped.  

It fell from his grasp and rolled just over the edge of the cross beams meant to hold the bar secure. 150 pounds came crashing down onto Tyler’s throat and crushed his windpipe, severing his intake of air. He screamed but nothing came out and the tan man with the tattoo couldn’t hear him due to his headphones being noise-cancelling. 

By the time he noticed it was no use. Tyler was finally in shape. 


Happy Birthday, Lucifer Rosemaunt~!

Cutting a little close at the end of the day, but I simply had to give Luc a good b-day wish. Y’all know he deserves it! <3

Not my best work, but alas, I am away from home and lacking a scanner. Markers and camera phone will have to suffice, sadly.  I’ll have to mail him some cake…

anonymous asked:

It's my birthday tomorrow! How would the dragon slayers react if their crush told them they wanted to spend their birthday with them? Like, just hanging out? Thank you thank you~

i put this on the top of my list bc i doNT WANT TO BE LATE

Natsu Dragneel:

  • he lets out one of the biggest smiles and cheers about saying its going to be one of the best things
  • he has multiple ideas for what you two could do and explains all of them, he’s just really excited to hang out with you
  • probably buys something expensive and hands it to you while you curse him out saying he didn’t need too

Gajeel Redfox:

  • he acts like he’s not really excited and it’s just another day, but don’t be fooled, he’s excited on the inside
  • he’s not really fussed on you two want to do, but if you ask him what he thinks, he’ll probably suggest hanging out at the guild
  • he buys you something and he’s really nonchalant about it if you look close enough you’ll see a small blush

Laxus Dreyar:

  • he’s literally caught of guard by it, but he acts nonchalant about it saying, “if you really want to then sure” he’s excited as hell okay
  • he suggests going anywhere outside the guild, literally doesn’t matter where, as long as it’s out the guild he’ll be okay with it
  • he shoves the present in your hands, he won’t say why he got it, even if you ask

Wendy Marvell:

  • poor baby is a blushing mess, she’s so happy that you want to hang out with her
  • she doesn’t really mind where you go, if you want to go out she’ll say its a good idea and agree with you
  • she buys you something small and hopes you like it since it’s something small

Sting Eucliffe:

  • he lets out a huge smiles and hugs you tightly with cheers
  • he suggests multiple things that you two should do together, one of them going into the pool
  • he buys you something (that looks to be) really expensive and you curse him out for it

Rouge Cheney:

  • you can see him stiffen, he looked like he was trying to process it, his face bursts into red once it all clicks
  • he doesn’t care what you two do, if you wanna go somewhere he’ll go with you, he’s not fussed
  • he buys you something and hands it too you with a blushing face, saying it was a small thing


  • his face goes a little bit red, but he acts like its just another day and he doesn’t really care
  • he doesn’t care where you want to go since places are usually limited with him
  • he does buy you something, but he doesn’t give it to you physically, it’s literally something you find in your house or something

“You’re doing incredible, Kurt.” You commented, watching him defeat the simulation of Sentinels with ease. At this point, it was like breathing to him. You’ve helped him grow accustomed to teleporting within seconds without getting tired. As he took down the last Sentinel, the room began to light up and you turned off the simulation.

“I could keep going.” Kurt told you, taking deep breaths. You smiled at the blue mutant, “You probably could, but I don’t want to push you too much. Little by little, that’s how you’ll become stronger.” You commented and he nodded. “Go find your friends. Tell them they could go to the mall, have some fun.” You said, entering the simulation room.

“Really?” Kurt asked with a smile. “Of course! You’re kids, kids should be able to have fun.” You stated. “Thank you, Ms. Y/L/N.” He said and teleported out of the room. “You seem happy.” You heard Erik commented. You turned around and saw him standing a few feet in front of you. You smiled and walked to hug him. “What’re you doing here? Thought you didn’t want to be a teacher.” You asked. “I came to tell you happy birthday…Happy birthday!” He smiled. “Can’t believe you remembered.” You told him. “How could I forget?” He asked you.

“So, when’s the party?” Erik asked as the two of you walked out the training room. “There won’t be one.” You told him and he furrowed his eyebrows. “Why not?” He asked. “We’ve been too busy. I’m sure Charles forgot.” You said. “He’s the world’s most powerful telepath-”

“I think Jean will soon be able to snatch that title.” You commented. “You really love these kids, don’t you?” He asked. “Yeah.” You nodded. “Anyway, Charles would not have forgotten your birthday.” He stated. “Well, he and Raven have gone to recruit another mutant, Anna Marie. They won’t be back until tomorrow.” You informed him.

“So, what have you been up to, Erik?” You asked as the two of you made it to the surface level. A few students greeted you and you smiled kindly at them. “Well, nothing much. Mutant Movement and all.” He shrugged and you smiled. “You’re always welcomed here, a few students actually idolize you.” You stated. “Really?” He smiled. “Believe it or not, your not as evil as you think you are.” You told him. We need to talk. Jean told Erik. He cleared his throat, “I hate to cut this meeting short but I have to go.” Erik told you.

“Oh.” You said, trying to hide your disappointment of his early leaving. “I’ll visit again. I promise.” He told you. You nodded and gave him a goodbye hug. Erik made his way towards the door, Backyard. Jean told him and he turned around to find the red haired mutant.

You yawned, making your way towards the kitchen, Hank said he would do your nightly rounds and you gladly accepted hid offer. The lights were all out but you lit a small fire on your fingertips to help you see.

When you entered the kitchen, the lights turned on and people screamed ‘Happy birthday’. You were startled, causing you to throw balls of fire. Students quickly dodged and you heard Erik laughing. “I called that.” He said, making his way towards you.

You looked around the kitchen and saw Jean, Scott, Ororo, Kurt, Peter, Jubilee, Hank, Dalian, Lilith and a few other students, but not Charles. “Who’s idea was this?” You asked with a smile. Jean raised her hand and you smiled at her. “Happy birthday.” Erik whispered as he pulled you into a hug.

Peter smiled, seeing his father so happy with his best friend. He then thought about it again and scrunched his eyebrows and nose. “Alright, enough hugging.” Peter called out. “Let’s eat some cake.” He added.

Erik just thought the boy that helped him escape was jealous of him being so close to you. You, of course knew Erik was Peter’s father. “You should talk to him. He looks up to you.” You whispered and made your way to Jean and her group of friends.

Erik x Reader: Blessed

As a special birthday gift for @angelsdoexist, I’ve written up this fic for you. Happy birthday sweetie; may you have a wonderful and blessed birthday and many many more to come :D

Let it be offically be put on the record that this day was the worst day of my life.

I know that everyone at one point has said that and I for one would be no exception. As soon as I opened the front door, I wearily shuffled my way inside and, in a I-dont’-care-if-I’m-being-dramatic fashion, I fell backwards onto the couch and let out a heavy groan. The moment my body hit those familiar cushions, I closed my eyes and gave my body a chance to relax.

I must have fallen asleep for a few minutes because I was awoken by the soft squeaking of the front door reopening, the very light foot steps walking along the shining floor and making their way towards me.

Only then did I hear an all-too-familiar voice speak sweetly to me.

“It seems my princess has fallen into a deep sleep! Perhaps she will awaken with the power of true love’s first kiss.”

My mouth formed a smirk as I opened one eye and fixate my gaze upon Erik, the man and incubus that I had fallen head over heels for.

“Since I’m already awake, how about you just kiss me anyway?” I respond albeit somewhat tiredly.

Erik’s violet eyes danced with adoration as he knelt down before me, took my left hand into his and placed a feather light kiss upon it, his gaze completely fixated upon me. That, in turn, made my cheeks flush deeply.

Actually, if I were to be honest with myself, everything he does makes me blush and just feel…well, spoiled. But that’s just the way he is and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

The incubus let out a gentle chuckle as he placed a feather light kiss upon both of my flushed cheeks before finally positioning his face so that it hovered mere inches above mine.

“Whatever my adoring princess wishes,” he whispered in a sultry tone right before closing his eyes and pressing his petal soft lips against mine; it was delicate but loving. I sighed contentedly as I returned the kisses with the same fervor as I placed my right hand upon his cheek. After a few more light pecks, Erik pulled back sightly and pressed a kiss upon my forehead before standing up and, after scooping me up in his arms, sat upon the sofa while holding me in his lap. He placed a playful kiss upon the top of my head before speaking.

“I would ask you how your day was,” he said with a frown, “but everything about your body language says it was just dreadful.”

“Unfortunately yes,” I agreed, nodding. “It seemed that everything that could go wrong just did.”

“Then tell me about it,” he responded kindly. “You know I’m always here to listen.”

With those words, my ranting mode was activated; I told him about how it all started with running late for work because of my stupid alarm not working and nearly having hot coffee spilt onto me to tripping and becoming best friends with the pavement - no less than four times. Erik remained quiet but attentive, distracting me every now and then by peppering my cheeks and neck with feather-light kisses. Despite this welcoming distraction, I managed to complete the ‘wonderful’ story of my day.

“My sweet princess, I’m so sorry that your day turned out like that,” he answered with sincere sympathy. “But I know that tomorrow will be so much better.”

I slightly turned my head and looked at him, confused.

He chuckled before putting his lips close to my ear and softly hummed the first line of Happy Birthday to You.

My eyes widened in genuine surprise as I remembered that it was indeed my birthday tomorrow.

“How could I be so stupid as to forget something like that?” I muttered as I turned my gaze downward and stare almost intensely at the lines of the floor. It didn’t last too long because I had suddenly been lifted off of the couch, Erik holding me closely and gently to his body and began to walk upstairs towards our bedroom.

“You are not stupid, princess,” Erik said in a tone that was gentle but disapproving in what I had just said. “You simply had a rough day. That doesn’t make you stupid at all so please don’t talk about yourself in that manner.”

I nodded as I snuggled myself up against him.

“I know. I’m not trying to put myself down but I was just surprised that I forgot. That’s all. I do wonder though..” I trailed off, trying to find a way to ask as, once he opened the door with one of his tendrils, he gently sat me upon the bed.

“Yes?” he inquired.

“What about you and your brothers? How do you celebrate your birthdays?” I asked. I couldn’t help that all this talk about birthdays had made me curious. Erik gave me a soft smile but his eyes reflected something different.. sadness, perhaps?

“Princess.. Demons don’t celebrate birthdays,” he responded. “Sure we are born during certain seasons of the year in the demon world, but other than that it’s nothing like it is in the human world. In fact, we don’t have birthdays at all.”

All of a sudden, an idea popped into my head.

“Then let’s change that,” I responded, determened now.

“What do you mean?” Erik answered, curious as he now sat down next to me.

“You can share the same birthday as me!” I exictedly said.

The incubi’s purple eyes widened as I heard a soft gasp. His face began to turn a light shade of crimson before he finally said anything.

“W-Wait a second,” he stammered, still not quite sure how to take it. “I mean, I’m very touched but.. I - What I’m trying to say is that it’s your birthday, princess. I couldn’t possibly take that away from you.”

With a sincere smile, I tenderly took his face into my hands and peppered his face with loving kisses before telling him what was on my heart.

“Erik, you are taking absolutely nothing away from me. I want to do this for you. Besides, every day that I have with you.. Every moment that you’re by my side is reason to celebrate.”

“My beautiful princess.. You spoil me,” he answered, his voice full of raw joy as he once again looked lovingly into my eyes.

I gladly wrapped my arms around his neck, giggling softly as he responded in kind by wrapping his strong arms around my waist.

“Happy birthday Erik,” I answered, my smile never wavering as I gave him his first present: a passionate birthday kiss.

Needless to say, he was more than eager to return the favor.


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