One of the best voices in kpop (and the music world in general)
The man with a smile worth a million times infinty
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Our lego loving angel
The king of Japan
The gorgeous man with the amazing body
A variety genius
BIGBANG’s drummer boy
A savage yet precious ball of fluff
To us VIPs, you’re all of this and so much more. Thank you for blessing us with a total of (almost exactly) eleven years, so far, of amazing music and about a billion reasons to smile and be happy. BIGBANG wouldn’t be the same without you. Stay happy, healthy and awesome!
It’s gone midnight in Korea so I wanted to start the day off by proclaiming my love for Chanie and wishing him an exceedingly Happy Birthday 🎂💕
We all know Himchan is a very special man. Not only is he talented in multiple ways, extremely entertaining, hot as hell, and a complete dork sometimes, but he also cares so much about friends, family, Babyz and people he’s never met, that it’s hard to reconcile that this much love comes from one person.
This man deserves to be adored by all of us and I hope today you all go out of your way to show him how much he is loved and respected.
So sweet Himchan I hope you have a wonderful day and soak up all the birthday love from around the world.
Forever with you,
Pls trend #viewtifulhimchanday on all social media
Summary: Sam takes care of the reader after a hunt keeps them apart on his birthday.
Pairing/Characters: Sam x Reader
Word Count: 1446
Warnings: Cursing, brief mention of sexy times (no smut, though), super stressed out reader, maybe angst?
A/N: I was traveling all day on May 2 and finally just got the time and energy to write something for Sam’s birthday… better late than never! There’s a perfectly good reason in the fic for why it’s late.
SUMMARY: 19. 19 years old and not wed. To my father, this is an absolute disgrace. So naturally, he goes and finds some ‘fitting young men’ to come to my party. However, his plans go awry when the person who hates most makes a surprise visit bearing the best gift of all
A/N: This was requested by the ever lovely @bethanystan . Y’all need to go pester her to start writing again because she’s so good but she doesn’t believe in herself (and she has no ideas) I hope you are all well, and I hope you haven enjoyed the first twelve days of WEDIM!
I had known Philip since I was four years old. My family moved from Georgia to New York and thanks to our mothers getting along so well we ended up growing up together. We were only a month apart in age so up until the age of ten our birthday parties were always put together. My mother died when I was eight and although I still saw the Hamiltons regularly things were never quite the same.
Much to my father’s disapproval, Phillip and I were best friends. My father could not understand that a man and a woman could be so close, in his mind women only made wives, then babies. There was no way a woman could be of intellectual equality to a man. But none the less we remained best friends throughout school and then when Philip went off to college we would write near every day and would always make time to see each other.
My nineteenth birthday rolled around and my father decided that would be the best time to find a husband because in his words: I was not going to stay ‘young and pure’ for very much longer. I was having my party at my Aunt and Uncle’s house and my father had invited three suitors he thought fit. I already knew I wouldn’t like them but I had no choice in the matter. I only had to talk to them once
My maid helped me get ready. I was wearing a gorgeous pastel blue gown with matching pumps. My hair was down and curled into tight curls which were then pinned back. A little makeup and I was ready to go.
My Aunt and Uncle lived in a big house in the city. Their house was just in front of the park and was absolutely huge on the inside. It was perfect for a party, and they happily obliged to letting me host one there. I’d invited my friends and their husbands/fiancés, Philip and his newest girlfriend were going to be there along with several members of my family.
The carriage ride to my Aunt and Uncles house took an hour so I settled in comfortably reading a book I had brought with me though I couldn’t really concentrate. My mind kept wandering back to Philip.
Recently, he’d been much more distant, ever since he’d got his new girlfriend. It wasn’t a rare thing for Philip to disappear for a day or two with a new girlfriend, as I’d been told multiple times by multiple women, he was very attentive in bed. But this time things were different, he didn’t write me once in the last week. He was barely home and when he was he was talking to his father about some college work then leaving straight after.
Angelica and Mrs Hamilton said that they had met this mystery girl once. Apparently, she was a barmaid in downtown Manhattan. She was beautiful, small curvy frame flawless skin and the most captivatingly bright blue eyes. A spout of jealousy grew within me as I thought about her. She was taking my best friend!
The more I thought about it the more I began to question my affections. Maybe I felt something more than friendship for the eldest Hamilton. No, I couldn’t! Sure, we’d shared a drunken kiss once or twice but there was nothing more than friendship… right? My head was in a spin, I couldn’t keep my mind focused on anything else. Maybe Father was right, men and women cannot just be friends.
I arrived at the house within the hour and everyone was already there, waiting for me to arrive. My father was waiting for the door and helped me out of the carriage. He smiled and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.
“How is my birthday girl?” He asked kindly,
“I’m well, how was your meeting with Senator Schuyler?”
“Good, everything went to plan. I also had a chance to meet the men I chose for you to meet tonight,”
“Y/n, we’ve had this talk on countless occasions before. I will not stand for my only daughter being nearly twenty and not wed. I would like to meet my grandchildren,” He said, seriously. I sighed, knowing there was no way out of this now. My father nodded in agreement to my silence on the matter and held out his hand for me to take. I did and together we walked into the house and into the big reception room where everyone was waiting.
We descended down the stairs and every clapped politely. Looking around I noticed a few of my friends, Lindsay, Hannah, Mary, Madeline but there was one person missing. Philip. I was disappointed, I really missed he’d come, I missed him so much and I hoped tonight I would at least get to see him. All was not lost, I would still have a great time.
The music began playing and I wove my way through the crowd of people, saying hellos and introducing various people to each other as I went then I got to my friends who quickly handed me a drink of champagne.
“Y/n!” Madeline squealed as she gave me a quick hug. “Happy Birthday,”
“Thank you,” I smiled.
“Happy Birthday!” Lindsay, Hannah and Mary sang together as they returned to the little group.
“So… Have you met any of your suitors yet?” Hannah teased.
“No, and I plan on keeping it that way for as long as possible,”
“Well, you haven’t even met me yet,” A smooth voice said from behind me. I turned around and saw the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen. He was tall and very fit. He had surprisingly long dark hair and matching eyes that I seemed to get lost in, “Hi, I’m Thomas,”
“Y/n,” I said quickly after realising that I had been staring. “I’m Y/n,”
“I know, your father said you’d be here,” Thomas smiled, “I hope you don’t mind me taking your gorgeous friend for a while ladies?”
“Oh no, be our guest,” Mary giggled giving me a little push closer to Thomas.
“Have fun!” My friends called after me, I glanced back at them and grinned. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
We danced for while then Thomas took me upstairs and out to the small baloney which looked over the city park.
“It’s beautiful out tonight,” He commented as he leant against the metal railing.
“Quite,” I agreed. There was silence for a moment before Thomas piped up again.
“It’s quite odd for someone of your status to be un-wed,”
“Well I suppose I’m picky,” I shrugged.
“But can someone like you really afford to do that?”
“Excuse me?” I moved away from him, my hands on my hips in disgust.
“Well, you aren’t going to get any better looking you?”
“Are you calling me ugly, sir?”
“But I’m not going get any better than you? Excuse me sir but what exactly is so attractive about you?”
“You forget who my family is, Y/n,” Thomas hissed grabbing my arm roughly, taking me by surprise.
“You forget who mine is Thomas,” I growled back.
We stared at each other angrily, Thomas still holding a strong grip on my arm. Eventually, I ripped it away and stepped out his way.
“I suggest you leave before I shout for my father,” I said. Thomas glared at me but walked away. I turned away from the doorway and angrily ripped the leaves off the climbers growing up to the balcony.
I thought I had a chance with Thomas, he was handsome and literally the definition of my type. Except for the fact he was a massive asshole. Of course, my father would choose someone like that. I could go back to the girls and forget about the whole situation. But there would be others, maybe ones even worse than Thomas so I decided to stay where I was on the balcony, angrily picking leaves off the plants climbing the railings.
“Miss L/n?” A voice said from behind me, still annoyed with what had just happened I did not even bother to turn around.
“Leave me alone,” I said bitterly.
“But I brought you a beer?”
Only one person would ever bring me a beer. It was Philip. I turned around and gasped happily when I saw it was him. He put his glasses down and gave me a big hug.
“I thought you weren’t coming? Father said-“
“You’re Father forbid me from coming tonight, I know, but I couldn’t miss out on your party could I?”
“He’ll kill you if he finds out you’re here,”
“At least I die a happy man,” Philip smiled, his hands were still on my waist and there was something different about the way he was looking at me. It was almost lovingly.
“Philip, are you alright?”
“I’ve never been better,”
“Annabeth? Oh, she couldn’t come tonight,” Philip said uncomfortably.
“Why not? I thought you really liked her,”
“I did, she was gorgeous but she has nothing on you,” Philip took my hand and looked me straight in the eye, “Absolutely nothing,”
“Are you okay Philip? You’re acting rather odd,”
“I’m not. I’ve just finally got up the courage to finally say this to you,” He took a deep breath and swallowed down his nerves. I waited anxiously for what he was going to say. “You’re beautiful Y/n. Every single thing about you is perfect and I don’t know why I didn’t realise how in love I was with you.” Philip gave a short laugh and shook his head, “Maybe that’s why I sleep with those women, I’m just trying to get the thought out of my head that I do in fact love you. And I’m not talking like a best friend. I am absolutely completely in love with you. I think that’s what the problem is, my affections for you are way too much for me to fully comprehend. I don’t care anymore whether you see me in the same way or not because I just had to tell you, Y/n,”
“Mr Hamilton,” A voice called from the hallway and Philip let go of me. I frowned and gave him a worried look, “Mr Hamilton I know you’re still here,”
“I’m sorry Y/n, I have to go,” He quickly placed a kiss on my cheek and checked round the corner to see my father and two other men walking down the corridor. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, I promise,”
With that, he jumped over the railing and I hid just beside the door so the men walked past. I watched as Philip successfully landed on the grass below and blew a kiss up to me.
A/N: just because it’s this precious bean’s birthday today, I thought I would make something kinda cute for all of you!!! So I hope you enjoy! Also please understand that this is most definitely in a different universe, one where everyone is happy and no one is hurt or dead. :)
I haven’t planned anything but I love soulmates AU and this just came up so… Happy Birthday, Nico!!
Percy was only three at the time, but he could remember that day perfectly. It had to be magic because he couldn’t remember anything else from when he had that age.
It was January 28 and he remembers very well the pain in his little hand. He also remembers the gentle eyes of his mommy, trying to calm him and assure him that everything was fine, that it was normal. Percy didn’t understand, he just wanted to cry, his chest was filled with confusing feelings and his hand hurts. Then his mommy put him on her lap and showed him the marks on her left hand, the same place where his was red and aching.
“Percy, do you remember that day when you said your hand was itching? You even thought it was something that had bitten it.”
Percy just nodded without being sure, he was too young to really remember.
“Remember I told you that in nine months you would get a mark just like Mommy’s in your hand?”
He nodded again.
“The day is today, my love. Today the initials of a special person will appear in your little hand. Today, somewhere in the world, a very important person is about to be born. Someone who will love you very very much and will make you very very happy. You understand?”
He didn’t fully understand, not at that time. Then he just tried to be quiet and wait, staring at his hand. It was late, but his mommy didn’t make him sleep, she was there with Percy in her lap, as excited as he was. And finally, a few hours later, the little letters slowly formed in his skin.
I’m not good at future planning. I don’t plan at all. I don’t know what I’m doing tomorrow. I don’t have a day planner and I don’t have a diary.
I completely live in the now, not in the past, not in the future.
“Nice work, butter fingers.” Harley harshly whispered to you. Rookie mistake both of you crouching behind a counter. You cursed to yourself, rookie mistake. Robbing the damned stores jewels was going perfectly well until you decided to blankly trip the alarm without looking.
“I wasn’t trying to get us caught.” You mumbled, not even bothering to look at the harlequin. Harley scoffed and rolled her eyes, letting you guilt trip her.
“Okay.” You readied yourself grabbing you duffle filled with the expensive jewelry. “Let’s grab the bags, we can go through the back.” Harley nodded in agreement, taking lead and running to the back entrance. Alleyway, left side blinking with red and blue lights. Snow prickling down around you as you ran opposite of the lights, rounding the corner.
“Oh, fuck!” You slid a on the frozen sidewalk, ass hitting the concrete. The alarms from the jewelry story blaring behind. You heard the heels from the harlequin slide in front of you, rushing to help pull you up.
“C'mon!” She yelped. “B-man could be coming!” She gripped her duffle tightly, as if it was their lifeline.
“I’m coming!” You stood, continuing to run, your lungs beginning to hurt, desperate for proper breathing and warmth. Your stomach began to turn into a knot from the whirring and blinking lights of distance police cruisers.
Harley gripped onto your arm, pulling you between a sportswear and coffeeshop. Dead end. You could hear the cruisers getting closers. You cursed to yourself, oh shit you felt dizzy. Fuck, what was that smell? You look up finding Harley dropping her duffle into a manhole.
You stepped towards her, giving a disgusted look as they began to climb down, she looks up at you. “What?” She questioned with the same disgusted face. “You can stay here if you want, just give me the bag.”
“Sure, if I don’t have to get hepatitis a through e.” You shook your head, dropping the bag, climbed down, pulling the cover before you deepened into the hole.
“Ugh!” You picked up your bag, covering you nose with your other hand. Harley gracing you both with her phone’s flashlight. “What street were we on?” You questioned.
“Uhh…” They skimmed the area. “Super dark. Um.. Dent Street. Why?”
“Our friend is nearby.” You nodded. “Okay, I know where to go.” You began to point, unsure. “That way? I know that sounded like a question but I know.. I know what I’m doing.” You began to lead, glancing at the dreadful ground you were quickly but carefully trying to walk upon. Black, greasy, goop of pus. The whole area smelt of death.
“Oooh.” Harley groaned in disgust. “My new shoes.” She gave a saddened look at her boots
Choking on your gag, you followed a specific route, turning. The closer you got to the destination, the more the smell died.
“We’ve been walking for at least two hours,” she exaggerated. “You sure you know where K.C is?”
“Yeah! He’s..” You gave a shy smile, recognizing that anticipating growl. You turned to your side, eyes pointing at a seven-foot scaled creature, sharp eyes glowing yellow. “Riiiight heeree.”
“I don’t like guest.” He snarled, dipping his head before entering the hideout. “Especially not crazy ones.”
Dim Christmas lights being the only source of light, a beaten couch (literally had a spring poking out of it), four mattress stacked upon another, not to mention the beer filled fridge in the corner, along with packaged, pink chicken breast.
“We got pretties!” You looked at Harley, her voice echoing with excitement. “We’re not sharing.”
“We just need to lay low.” You set your duffle behind the couch once you got comfortable. You wiped the sweat from your face. “Harley believes Batman was behind us. You won’t tell will you?” You leaned, begging eyes at the giant man.
He simply shook as a response.
Nearly an hour later, Harley fell asleep in a corner, hugging her duffle, talking to it. You looked at your scaled friend. “Croooc.” You sung, his attention shifting towards you. “Will diamonds turn that frown into a semi-smile?”
You reached into your duffle, a diamond and amethyst necklace gleaming whatever light it could. “Why the hell would that make me happy?”
“Money? Food? An actual place? I don’t know, pick one.” You threw the necklace back down.
“Because that’s really gonna let me live normal.”
“K.C? What’s going on man?” You gave weary eyes.
“Stupid doc’s hit me with meds before I left.”
“Ahh… Dull mind right now?”
“Its killing me.”
“You’ll tough it out as usual gorgeous.” You smiled.
He scoffed at you.
“What if I got you something?” Your head tilted.
“A radio.. Small one though. Jam to some tunes. Only if you tell me your birthday.” You point a finger.
“Tomorrow.” He grumbled.
“Ha!” You rolled your eyes. “I’ll get you some Prince, too. Maybe some Janet J. as well.”
Happy birthday Thick Cock Daddy Hunter, you gorgeous hunk of a man! 47 and fine as hell!
Triple H/OC. For Anon: Triple H and younger new assistant reader on
a long flight in the private plane, all alone, and after falling into each
other during turbulence she’s left desperately aroused from how strong and huge
he felt. Tries to get herself off for a few minutes in the bathroom with
whispered begging and pitiful unsatisfying results that he couldn’t help
overhearing and… much dirty sexy sinful goodness.
well you know how it goes: you live your life and then David Tennant appears and turns everything upside down.
there will never be enough words to say how much i love this man and what he matters to me. he’s so much more than my favorite actor, he’s my hero, he’s who i wanna be like. so talented, so gorgeous, so scottish. perfection!