HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

Happy Birthday, Nic!! A bunch of us got together to share a little sauciness (sometimes laced with crack) for your b-day. You're a shining beacon of awesomeness in this fandom and we wanted to show you how much we care. We hope you have a fabulous day filled with everything you wish for.

xoxo
Yoga & Naelany

Big thanks for SorceressCirce for making the blog's banner and for Zigs for making the one above!

Yogagal

...because you know I couldn't let this go, here's some EPOV from the fic you wrote for me!

Happy Birthday to my fanfic bestie, Nic. You spice up my life like authentic jambalaya. I love the fact that we sometimes share the most ridiculous, cracked out brain ever. We get each other like nobody else, and Voicebox Emmett proves that. I'm glad you're the nutty peanut butter to my jelly. I hope you have the happiest birthday ever! xo Yogagal

First, let's hear a little bit from Emmett...

PolkaDotMama

Happy Birthday Nic!!!!!!!! Take a good lick! <3 Posy PolkaDotMama

FarDareisMai2

A/N: Happy bday Nic! I hope you enjoy this little ficlet. Blame your girl, YogaGal for the picspiration!

Muchas gracias to Yoga and Zigs for their beta eyes. Any mistakes remaining are all mine.
As always, these boys belong to SM, I just like to play with them.

Flaming Youth

Edward finished drying off, and tossed the towel on the floor. Padding naked across his childhood room, he snickered as he stared at the Star Wars poster with its prominent picture of Luke and Leia. He remembered the first time he found himself fantasizing about the defined chest and arms exposed by the way Luke clutched the light saber, as opposed to the leg Leia was showing through the slit of her dress.

naelany & SorceressCirce

A/N: Happy Birthday, PerfectlyPersuasive! We wanted to share some boys with you to brighten your day a little. We hope you enjoy, and that you have an awesome day.

As ever, we don’t own Twilight.

ooOoo

Coast

It’s hard to breathe, piled in Emmett’s mom’s van the way we are. Nine guys in a car meant to hold eight, heading to the beach for the long weekend.

Of course, that’s not why I’m having trouble breathing.

No, that’s entirely because of the guy sprawled beside me, his knees spread, claiming his space despite the cramped quarters.

He’s not being rude. That’s just… him.

His thigh presses against mine as he laughs, joining in as everyone rehashes stories of all our stupid escapades over the years.

His elbow nudges me, and he leans a little closer. “You okay?”

Zigster

Arrrrgh-ie maties! Wherrrre’s ‘de wench? I mean, ‘de birthday girl?

Nicole, I’m so sorry. This thing started out as humorous, then got weird, then got crackish. I hope you enjoy it, regardless. I mean, it’s meant in the spirit of a gift, and it’s the thought that counts, right? lol.

Have a happy birthday, hon. *hugs*

Hugs to my PF as well. She beta’d.

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“Huzzah!”

“Huzzah!” a chorus of echoes sounded throughout the camp. Draco groaned and dropped his head in to his hands.

“They do that every five fucking minutes.”

“Language, Draco!”

Draco rolled his eyes and watched as the strange Muggles in the strange clothes walked past their tent, some peering in with keen expressions of interest at the objects on display.

“Look at their clothes,” Draco whispered in disgust, waving his one hand about. “They’re dressed like Wizards but the fabrics...” he reached down and rubbed his fingers through a trailing scarf off a little girl’s pointed hat—who was looking at a bracelet laid out on the table before her, “. . . synthetic.” He sat up with horror in his eyes. “Mum, they’re synthetic!”

rmhale

My sweet NB,
I hope you have a fantastic birthday filled with all the awesome crack fic you can handle. I am so thankful to call you a friend and to have had the chance to meet you in person. You are a fantastic and I luff you. I just want you know I attempted to write you crack and all that came out was this...

Roses are awesome
Violets are whack
I love watching Harry
Shove his cock in Draco’s crack

And I give you this but of fluff instead.
Love, Robyn


Thank you Zigster for making it commalicious and thank you Yogagal for the prompts.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, make no money and all that jazz...SM has the rights to that.


-Cloudy
We’re at a park, flying a kite.
Why?
Because I have never been able to say no to the boy who stole my heart when his blue eyes met mine over a Bunsen burner in Freshman Biology.
It’s cloudy, misty, and windy which, according to Jasper, is the perfect weather for this adventure.
I sit on the blanket, huddled in my jacket watching him indifferently until he looks at me.
A red flush stains his cheeks and his eyes sparkle with mirth.
In that moment I know there is nothing I won’t do to keep that look on his face.