Happy Birthday Kassiah

And I say:

You are a beautiful, special person that I am lucky have as a friend.  I love you & I hope you have a wonderfully special day.

xoxo

Sherry

Happy Birthday, Kassiah!  Hope the presents come dropping in!

Happy Birthday, Kassiah! There's OJ in here ;)

I hope you have an amazing day chica. You deserve it! I remember the first time you PMed me. I was such a little newbie to all this and you were beyond helpful, offering to help someone you didn’t even know. I’m so very glad you did because I was blessed to know someone so selfless and wonderful. And anyone who even has the pleasure of crossing paths with you is the better for it, no doubt.

Thanks for being you pretty girl.  

xxNaya

Dearest Kassiah,

I wish this was more, because you deserve infinite pretty words.

I wish I was with you, handing you a cupcake. It would surely be one of these.

I wish there were thousands more words of lockersex and lemons. Alas, these will have to do.

The front of the locker is cold, biting into my back. Had it not been for the fineass boy pushing me up against it, I might’ve been pissed. Newton never would have gotten away with it. Hell, he hadn’t even gotten as far as my phone number in the twelve years we’d known each other.

But Edward? He could push me into whatever he wanted, wherever and whenever he wanted. And we hadn’t even so much as said hello to each other that day.

The truth was, we’d danced around each other for weeks. Since he moved to Forks, he’d transitioned from my neighbor to my lab partner, then to my friend, and finally, blissfully, more.

As his lips moved against mine, claiming and demanding, I smirked at the conversation that had clearly provoked him. Must’ve been the night before, when I told him how fucking beautiful his lips were, and how I wouldn’t mind them all over my body. I blame being overly tired for my rare lack of a filter.

AP classes were kicking my ass, and every time we studied together, our chairs moved just the tiniest bit closer. Our bodies sharing the same space, eyes glancing a bit too long at each other.

Thank fucking God, Edward Cullen had finally kissed me.

I temporarily lost my mind, hoping all of the people surrounding us could disappear. I would strip myself bare and allow him to fuck me right there, right then.

Even in my mind, I could see it so clearly. I’d watched Edward on the soccer field enough to know what his legs looked like, what his abs looked like tensed, as he brought his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his brow. I’d seen his back, shirt off when he played in the street with the other neighbors. The only part of Edward I hadn’t seen was the part I suddenly desperately wanted to see the most – his cock. Like the rest of him, I knew it would be perfect.

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I love you, Kass. I can’t wait to someday hug you and craft with you, and drink with you, and laugh my ass off with you.

-MsK

You’re too sexy

You’re funny

You’re original

You’re Pretty

I’m not as awesome with the gifs as you, but it’s the thought that counts!

Happy birthday, sweetie! ILY - Heather

Happy Birthday, Kassiah.

I always enjoy reading your posts.

You and Caren were among the first people I met when finding the fandom.

Thank you for all you do to support writers and their stories, and for supporting the many causes the fandom tries to help.

Happy, Happy Birthday.

In solidarity, for the love of Rob…

Leisa (Yesyov)