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some-little-infamy · 2 years

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Something to Hold On To

(For my darling spouse @thatnerdemryn as a slightly belated birthday gift! <3) (Read on AO3)

Eddie notices it the first few times Steve falls asleep around him. One time Steve sits propped up against Eddie after nodding off while watching tv, another time sprawled out on Eddie's sofa after drifting off on the time it takes Eddie to run to the kitchen and grab drinks. Both times Steve brings his arms up in front of him, close to his chest, almost like he's trying to clutch at some invisible blanket.

Eddie also notices that Steve can never seem to get comfortable, either. He tosses and turns, occasionally reaching out around him only to bring his arms back in with a subconscious frown when he realizes they're empty. It’s cute, but it would be cuter if whatever’s missing isn’t something that clearly bothers Steve enough to disrupt his sleep and cause him discomfort.

It takes Eddie a little while to figure out what it is. He tries asking Steve directly once, but all Harrington does is stutter his way through some dismissal Eddie knows is bullshit about not knowing what he does while he’s sleeping. Steve claims to have no idea what Eddie can possibly be talking about. Eddie knows it’s bullshit because Steve Harrington never stutters his way through anything and because Steve always runs a hand nervously through his hair as he lies.

The audacity of this guy, Eddie thinks. He likes to imagine that the two of them are beyond the point of lying to keep up appearances, or being afraid of what the other may think, but clearly, he’s wrong. So he decides to put his mind to figuring out what it is that Steve is so embarrassed about that he feels the need to lie to Eddie.

Honestly, once he starts really thinking about it, the answer is pretty damn obvious. Eddie could ask Steve if he’s right, but he’d rather test his theory by catching Steve off guard.

The next time Steve is over and starts to doze off, Eddie waits until he’s nearly asleep before sliding the light brown teddy bear into Steve’s arms, watching the way they curl around the stuffed animal immediately. It’s the exact same motion Eddie’s seen Steve make countless times before, but this time it’s met with a small smile of comfort as Steve’s arms find what they’re looking for in their grasp.

Smiling down at Steve, Eddie watches the way Steve looks so endearingly at peace while he sleeps in a way that Eddie hasn’t seen before. This is absolutely it. This is what’s been missing. Eddie doesn’t have to ask why Steve didn’t just tell him he likes to sleep with a stuffed animal - he has his macho-man, too-cool-for-emotions facade and all to keep up with. But still… this is Eddie. Steve has to know he doesn’t have to keep up appearances around Eddie, right?

An hour later Steve wakes up slowly, groggily processing what’s in his hands before his eyes shift focus into alertness real quick.

“Where did this come from?” Steve asks, holing the bear up at Eddie.

“I gave it to you,” Eddie says. “You sleep with one at home, don’t you?”

Steve hesitates, and when he finally answers his words are accompanied by a beautiful flush in his cheeks and a flustered stutter.

“I don’t… What gave you that idea?” Steve huffs.

“Steve…” Eddie prompts, eyebrow raised expectantly.

“Fine. Yes.”

Eddie smiles, but it isn’t the teasing smirk that Steve probably expects from him. It’s something softer.

“Well, now you have one for when you sleep here,” Eddie says.

“I don’t need-” Steve starts, but cuts his protest short as Eddie’s eyes narrow at him.

“I think what you mean to say is, ‘Thank you, Eddie, for anticipating my needs when I’m too embarrassed to tell you what they are’,” Eddie suggests, and this time his words are accompanied by a small smirk.

“Thanks, Eds,” Steve says, giving the stuffed animal a small squeeze. “It’s nice. No one’s ever really… yeah. It’s nice.”

“You’re welcome,” Eddie replies.

“Does this mean you don’t mind when I fall asleep here?” Steve asks with a small, knowing grin.

“Not at all, Harrington,” Eddie promises. “In fact, I wouldn’t mind if you did it more often… like tonight, if you wanted.”

“Yeah?” Steve sounds cautiously hopeful like he’s making sure Eddie isn’t just messing with him.

“Yeah. If you want,” Eddie repeats. He thinks he’s been reading the room right on this one, but he’s never been entirely certain. Especially not when it comes to someone like Steve, who has been one surprise after another since Eddie really started to get to know him.

“I do,” Steve agrees. “Tonight sounds great.”

As it turns out, the teddy bear ends up being entirely unnecessary when Eddie stays the night. Instead of wrapping his arms around the stuffed animal, Steve wraps his arms around Eddie, pulling him close.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #a bit of birthday fluff #you know for my once-every-three-month post on this blog #because i'm a garbage person #elle writes a few deadbeat lines

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flowercrowngods · 1 year

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✨🤍 some steddie softness for @thefreakandthehair's birthday, i hope it's the very best so far! 🤍✨(please please your day comes first, read this whenever you have time and space to breathe 🤍)

Eddie is not a religious man — far from it, actually. But there are a few things that make him believe in higher powers. In angels. In destiny and luck and a love so strong it could conquer everything.

This very moment is one of them.

Stevie, soft and sleepy beside him in the back of the car as Nancy is driving, the dim light of the passing street lamps painting his face in hues of gold like the light itself favours Steve Harrington, caressing his features with the softest of shadows.

He’s beautiful. Ethereal. Perfectly angelic with his eyes closed, his whole body turned towards Eddie in the warmth of the car.

It takes Eddie’s breath away, his heart taking up space where before there were his lungs and ribcage, growing in size until he feels like he is about to burst. And even then he keeps looking, staring at that pretty face that looks so at peace with the whole world right now. Eddie has never seen Steve like this, but now he understands why people start wars. Why people defy gods and death itself to be with their one true love. Why Orpheus looked back.

He understands. Because Steve, his Stevie, warm and safe and perfectly fine in the backseat of a car? That is everything. He doesn’t even need to kiss or touch so long as he just gets to look. And be. Oh, to be at the same time that Steve is.

That might just be life’s greatest gift to him.

A tiny sigh falls from Steve’s lips and Eddie really, really might be about to burst.

“Hey, angel,” he whispers, because moments like this aren’t made for anything but hushed words, their truths too heavy, too sincere for the world to hear and keep on spinning. He doesn’t need the world to spin as long as there is Steve.

“Hi,” Steve whispers back, his eyes still closed but the smile lighting up, luring Eddie in like he is but a moth drawn to the flame.

Eddie leans in and rests his forehead against Steve’s, his hand coming up to cradle a light-kissed cheek. Steve leans into it, following Eddie’s hand like maybe they are twin stars pulling each other closer until there will be an explosion of light and creation. Steve nuzzles against his palm and leans further into Eddie’s body until they share the same breath — but still it’s not enough.

Eddie wants to say so many things now that their hands are entangled, their soft exhales mixing. But after a while he notices that Steve is humming before gently singing along to the song coming quietly from the speakers.

“Take it easy with me, please. Touch me gently like a summer evening breeze. Take your time, make it slow. Andante, Andante. Just let the feeling grow.”

Eddie knows the song, recognises it instantly, and his breath gets stuck in his throat once more. Because he has a secret. He loves it. He has imagined for the longest time that one day, someone would make it his song. Sing it for him, to him.

He’s never told anyone because he has a reputation to uphold and more than enough metal music to listen to, but of course Steve wouldn’t care about his secrets being secret, and just oh so casually make his deepest, most private of dreams come true.

He’s an angel, that one. A hero. Myths and fairy tales should be woven around that heart of his, folklore speaking of his name until history itself wouldn’t dare to forget. No one can convince Eddie otherwise. Not in that moment, not with Steve singing so quietly, so gently, so adoringly.

I think I love you. I think I can’t ever stop, not when I’ve seen you like this. Not when you’ve just shown me what life can be about, what it should be about. Gods, I love you and love you and love you.

That’s what he wants to say.

But all that comes out is a marvelled, “Shit, Stevie.”

It has the desired effect of a huffed breath, an even wider smile, and Steve cuddling further into Eddie’s side, eyes still closed. Eddie brushes a kiss to Steve’s forehead and feels like maybe his love can make it into the fairy tale, too.

It will. Oh, it will, when Steve finally lifts his head from Eddie’s shoulder and looks at him through hooded eyes, all soft and sleepy and safe. A moment passes like this and Eddie can’t breathe, maybe he can never breathe again — but it only lasts until Steve slowly, so very slowly begins to lean in to claim Eddie’s lips with a kiss so gentle it could bring him back from the dead.

Eddie kisses Steve back just as slowly, because in moments like this there is no rush, no hurry. There’s only them, there’s only this. Only a kiss until there is another.

And with Steve, there is always another.

Nancy smiles as she is taking the long way to Steve’s house, rounding Loch Nora twice because she knows how comfy Steve gets in cars at night when he doesn’t have to drive and there is soft music playing.

Eddie kisses her goodbye on the forehead, fully aware of what she’s done. He doesn't tell her about the sun and the myths and all the wars he would start for Steve.

Nights like this are not meant for telling anyone about them. They can hardly be believed as it is. They can only be lived, hand in loving hand.

#steddie fic #steddie #eddie x steve #steve x eddie #dio words #hi lex happy birthday i hope you like this bit of incoherent softness i hope you like the sleepy feeling in the back of a car at night #when all the lights go whoosh you know?? with some music? idkidk but writing this was fun anyway :D #also because sincerity is for tumblr tags let me just say thanks again for being in my dms sometimes and listening to my whumpy rambles #here you have some fluff to make up for it :D no but seriously you deserve nice things so i'm happy to see you getting some today 🤍

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toomuchracket · 1 year

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masterlist

in chronological order within their au

the birthday party series (matty x reader)

all i want for christmas - fluffy, pre-dating, part of christmas75 2023

the birthday party - fluffy

the birthday (after)party - fluffy, smutty

pregnancy scare [blurb] - fluffy

queen of hearts - fluffy, part of valentine's week 2024

bday girl [drabble fic] - fluffy, suggested smut, part of The Birthday Party Project

costumes - smutty (quite!), fluffy, part of promptober75 2023

it's only been a year - fluffy

all those dreams where you're my wife - fluffy

scary movies - fluffy, suggested smut, part of promptober75 2023

you would cook, i'd do the nappies - smutty, fluffy

hot chocolate - fluffy, one mention of smut, established family, part of promptober75 2023

halloween - fluffy, established family, part of promptober75 2023

instagram au

flatmate!matty x reader

lore blurb: condom-gate (smut, fluff)

falling for you - fluffy, a teensy bit angsty, pre-relationship and pre-flatmates part of promptober75 2023

i'll do anything that you wanna - fluffy, pre-relationship

and this is how it starts - smutty, fluffy, in-relationship (day 1 of being together!!)

bonfires - fluffy, mentions of smut, in-relationship, part of promptober75 2023

promises to keep - fluffy, in relationship, part of valentine's week 2024

bday boy [drabble fic] - fluffy, suggested smut, in-relationship, part of The Birthday Party Project

snowed in - fluffy, suggested smut, part of christmas75 2023

dad!matty x reader (continuation of flatmate!universe, but can be read separately)

i'd rather jump in your bones - smutty, fluffy, parents-to-be

when i found you, much younger than you are now [drabble fic] - fluffy, includes a flatmate!matty section, ten years of self-titled focus

autumn mornings - smutty, fluffy, part of promptober75 2023

birthday surprise - fluffy, part of matty35/the birthday party project 2024

d word [daddy] matty x reader

lore blurb: introduction of d word (smut, fluff, weed lol)

meet cute - fluffy, pre-relationship, part of promptober75 2023

birthday wish - fluffy, pre-relationship, part of matty35/the birthday party project 2024

keep dreaming - smutty, solo matty, pre-relationship

home for christmas - fluffy, pre-relationship, part of christmas75 2023

candlelight - smutty (extremely it's their first time fucking), established relationship, part of promptober75 2023

i've been dying to meet you [drabble fic] - fluffy, established relationship

stupid cupid - fluffy, mentions of smut, established relationship, part of valentine's week 2024

drunk in love - smutty, fluffy

gone four weeks [drabble fic] / part 2 / part 3 - angsty, non-canon

totally wrecked - smutty (like honestly filthy), established relationship

on the bed in my room - smutty (filthy. the filthiest thing on here, actually), slightly fluffy, established relationship

you're the only thing that's going on in my mind - smutty (so smutty), mean dom matty, established relationship, pregnant reader

in front of a mirror - fluffy, established relationship, established family, part of promptober75 2023

politician matty x reader

and america likes me - smutty (quite!), established relationship

office nerd matty x reader

the if you're too shy series - part 1 (fluffy), part 2 (fluffy), part 3 (smutty, fluffy)

birthday sleepover - smutty, fluffy, part of matty35/the birthday party project 2024

matty x reader

sneaking out - smutty, slightly angsty, fwb reunion, part of promptober75 2023

dad!ross x reader

happiness - fluffy

black cat - fluffy, part of promptober75 2023

secret admirer - fluffy, part of valentine's week 2024

ross x shy gf!reader

elope with me - fluffy, part of promptober75 2023

dearly beloved - fluffy, part of valentine's week 2024

ross x girlband gf!reader

sweet touches - fluffy, ever so slightly angsty, part of promptober75 2023

my whole life, waiting for you / part 2 - angsty, fluffy

lovers' quarrel - angsty, fluffy ending, part of valentine's week 2024

sweetheart!george x reader (end of high school au)

stress relief - fluffy, in-relationship, part of promptober75 2023

love potion - fluffy, suggested smut, part of valentine's week 2024

george x reader

dancing like she way out - smutty

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mouzeinsoup · 10 months

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day 16: celebrating

shouldn't have gotten those party blowers tbh

#g/t #gt fluff #gt art #gtjuly #gtjuly2023 #oc: collin #oc: charlie #hehe its my birthday soon #skipping day 17 bc doing a bit of moving #my art #mouze art

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genevawren38 · 1 month

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You Are a Constant ; Always in the Edges, in the Sky, and That Makes Everything

The blonde crow stood for a moment on the dock remembering everything that had happened thus far. Thinking of their home within the wall they slowly made into their sanctuary, he takes a deep breath of the air here and mourns what they had there.

This new start had been jarring but welcome, wiping clean memories of strife but also joy. They had been through hell and heaven together on these shores, and today was the day that marked this old crow finding his purpose once more. Assigned a family and loving them from the start, he was a lucky man.

Here; despite all the terrible things that happened thus far, he found the reason his heart kept beating. In the form of a son who loved to cook and a daughter with a gift for music, in the silhouette of his reaper husband, in the bonds of his friends such as Fit, Cellbit and Etoiles among many other names. Today was the day to celebrate that one year of joy, and he intended to spend it properly.

~~~

A non canon celebration for our lovely QSMP eggs who gave us characters to love. Full of fluff, baked goods, reflecting on the past and embracing the future, told from an old crow's point of view.

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medusanova · 11 months

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Anything That Can Go Wrong

For my fellow rivusa shipper, @fitztragedy xx

When Musa learns that Riven is the ‘mentor’ assigned to improve her hand-to-hand combat skills -- and help her pass the only class she has left to complete her third year specialist courses -- she begins to wonder if Murphy’s Law should be amended from ‘anything’ always going wrong to ‘anyone’.

Because apparently it isn’t enough they’d both left, well, things awkwardly suspended between them after the spiraling catastrophe that was her second year. He’s also still the only person to know what happened with the scrapers.

Added to that, Riven also happened to be one of only five people in the whole of Alfea that sat at the same desk as her in botany class last term, leaving her to battle his soil remnants, eraser shavings, seat warmth, and general presence for an entire hour everyday. And, worst of all, he’s still the only person who’s ever come close to understanding the very heart of her.

And now? Well, now she has an entire month to make a fool of herself in front of her biggest rival on the training pitch. All in the name of making it to her fourth and final year.

Their meeting time is set for an hour before dusk every other evening on the patch of grounds near the barrier. On her first day, Riven arrives as she’s securing her fighting gloves around her wrists. He quietly sets up the training mat and stands in wait, patient as can be.

“Hey,“ she greets. She isn’t going to let him of all people show her up in decency.

“Muse,�� he drawls with a nod. “Why the fuck are you wearing gloves?“

Decency her arse. She barely prevents her eyes from rolling and lifts a brow. “For safety and protection? Maybe you should try it sometime.”

“Oh don’t worry ‘bout me, Pixie. I always use protection,” he assures with a growing smirk.

Musa manages to ‘accidentally’ clip a fist against his jaw during their session. She considers it a great start to the month.

She sees him a week later during her free period, which also happens to be his free period (see? Murphy’s Law: Person Edition), when she has the unfortunate idea of spending it outside. She’s walking through the courtyard with her headphones around her neck, ready to settle behind the tree situated furthest away from the main building.

He’s already there, of course, under her favorite willow. Faint traces of cigarette smoke pepper the air as he hunches over his phone, legs sprawled over the comfiest part of the roots. The only reason she doesn’t spontaneously combust is because of the faint purple mark she spots under his right cheek.

He gives her a look when she slowly lowers herself onto the gravelly dirt nearby before going back to his phone. She’s about to put her headphones on when he sighs in exasperation.

“At the risk of being decked in the jaw again-“

“Bet you’re glad I had those gloves on, huh?“

“-I feel the need to ask: why on earth are you sitting over there?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, there’s only one comfy place to sit under this tree.” She digs her phone out of her back pocket, ready to drown him out.

“Musa,” Riven says, sounding vexed, “you look tragic. If you’re really set on this tree for some reason come and sit here.” He scoots over, extending his legs in front of him to give her enough room.

When she continues to stare at him he grins and says, “Promise I won’t bite.”

Riven doesn’t bite. Which is rather unfortunate since instead they talk about music and his upcoming apprenticeship with Silva and he even shares a bite of the cookie he stole from the canteen, which forces her to play her new favorite band out loud for him. In effort to not lose in the decency department, of course.

“What’s your last class?” he asks as she secures her headphones back around her neck.

She stands a moment before he does, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “History. Why?”

“Drop by the bastion when it’s over?” They started back toward the main building. “I’ve been doing weapons training with some of the first-years and they’re having trouble grasping the art of the bo staff. Thought you could share a few pointers.”

“Oh!” She grabs his bicep, barely containing her smile. “Yes, I’d love that. Though, fair warning, I haven’t been using it as much this term to ‘round out my strengths’ so once I join you might have a hard time getting rid of me.”

His lips quirk in the corner, creasing a dimple into the corner of his cheek. “That’s what I was counting on, actually.”

After her class she makes her way to the group of first years wielding staffs haphazardly as their instructor guides them in a commanding, yet reassuring voice. He weaves her into his class seamlessly, allowing her to take over their instruction and demonstrate effective techniques they could use in the future.

Throughout the lesson, she studiously avoids catching a glimpse of Riven and that cheek dimple he’d flashed at her earlier. The one that she couldn’t stop thinking about all day. She can, however, feel him staring at her intently as he wraps class up.

It’s just the two of them left when she finally catches sight of him and Murphy’s Law bites her in the arse again.

He’s clearly been working with students a majority of the day because his shirt sleeves have been rolled to the elbows, revealing an obscene amount of forearm that flexes as he holds two staffs and twirls them in each hand. Perspiration clings steadfastly to his cheeks and forehead and upper lip.

“Since when do you use a staff?” she asks, irritated with how breathless it she sounds, with how his cheek twitches.

She almost doesn’t catch it when he launches at her, too focused on that charming, damned dimple again.

“Watch.”

He comes at her without warning, making her raise her weapon to defend herself. And like they’d rehearsed it, they fall perfectly into a spar. Five minutes. Ten. She doesn’t know how long. They’re twin flames dancing around each other.

It takes her a few moments to realize he’s using her moves.

“Have to say, I’m pretty impressed,” she admits, stopping their spar.

His face, which had been guarded and focused until then, broke into a smile. “Yeah?”

“Who taught you these super impressive and original moves?”

“Some mind fairy,” he quips, laughing at her shout of indignation. “You should see her do these. Mine are a poor imitation.”

She gives him her most serious expression. “Hm. I beg to differ.”

“You do?”

“Yes. I have it on good authority.”

She’s about to turn away, unable to withstand the attraction and electricity buzzing between them when his fingers brush hers and suddenly he grabs the staff, throwing it into a pile with the rest.

“Hey! Give it back.”

“I’ll give it back later. But right now, I’d really like to kiss you.”

She flattens her lips to stop the smile from spreading across her cheeks. “You would, would you?”

“Very much so,” he murmurs.

“I didn’t think you were the type to ask for permission,” she prods.

“Hm, usually I’m not,” he cups her face in his hands, sliding his fingers along her jaw. She barely stops her eyes from closing in pleasure. “Then again, I usually don’t end up with a bruise on my face when I’m with anyone else so let’s call this a special case.”

She smiles and covers said bruise with her palm, placing her thumb over his dimple. “Oh, well I don’t think you have anything to worry about this time around.”

His breath ghosts her lips, mouth so close she could feel his smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, I have it on good authority.”

Maybe, she thought, Murphy’s Law knew what it was doing after all.

Happy happy birthday to you, dear Val!!

#a bit of fluff to rot the teeth #also my first rivusa in a long while! hope Im still okay at it lol #happy birthday to my lovely friend xx #rivusa #ftws musa #ftws riven #ftws rivusa #riven x musa #fate ficlet #fate: the winx saga #fate the winx saga #rivusa drabble #my writing #nova writes

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weird-an · 1 year

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The first snowflake Billy Hargrove ever sees in his life falls straight on Steve Harrington‘s nose.

Steve scrunches his nose and wipes it away.

”It never snows so fucking early here,“ Steve moans. ”That’s a really shitty birthday present.“

Billy can‘t help but to grin. ”Talking about shitty birthday presents…“

He holds out the gift he had bought for Steve and wrapped into old newspapers. It looks even more pathetic than he remembered it.

”Billy!“ Steve shakes his head. ”We said no presents.“

Billy rolls his eyes. ”And why do I know you‘ll get me one for christmas anyway?“

Because Steve Harrington is just too fucking good for him and sucks at lying.

Steve rubs his neck. ”You got me there.“ He unceremoniously tears the present open.

”A necklace?“

Billy bites his lip. He knows Steve doesn‘t wear jewelry. Maybe it has been a dumb idea. He‘s probably not even going to wear it. Billy will just return it.

It‘s a thin silver necklace. Billy is going to give him the pendant he got for Christmas. He knows it‘s not enough. Steve is probably used to so much more. He is a spoiled little brat. Billy tells him that on a regular basis. Followed by a kiss, of course, to show that he is willing to spoil Steve, too. He just lacks the funds.

”It‘s beautiful, Billy.“ Steve touches it carefully as if it is going to break. ”You didn‘t have to, you know?“

”I can give it back,“ Billy says only half jokingly.

Steve gives Billy a lopsided smile. ”No fucking way. Can you help me put it on?“

The necklace suits him. Warmth pools in Billy‘s stomach. A touch of Billy on Steve. At least for now.

#a bit late for steve‘s birthday i know #have some fluff because i‘m writing the angstiest shit rn #harringrove #billy x steve #harringrove ficlet

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speckle-meow-meow · 11 months

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hey, here's an idea. since it's my birthday today-though it'll probably be long past when you answer this lol-could i have headcanons for the welcome home doing something for it? i figure that headcanons would be easier for everyone. if you only want to do some of them, any three of wally, frank, sally, julie, or howdy is fine. thank you and have a good day!

Dude I am so sorry happy late birfday...

Warning: wee bit of angst

It was your birthday

And everyone knew

So they decided to throw a surprise party!

It was 7 am when you woke up, you felt happier than usual because it was a very special day for you. It was your birthday!!!

Which ment....

BIRTHDAY PANCAKES (or whatever preferred breaky)

After you finished your breakfast you got dressed, you decided to doll up a little and add a little spice to your clothing.

And a little bit of makeup (ik not everyone wears makeup but like... Please let me have this 🥺👉👈)

You looked fantastic!

After you sorted yourself out you left home and made your way to Howdys bug- I mean Bodega.

Everyone saw that you looked slightly different

More pep in your step and more dressy than usual

And they knew why

You stepped inside the Bodega sort of expecting a "HELLO Y/N happy birthday" but it never came.

In all honesty in made you a bit sad but, not everyone has to remember your birthday, especially when you don't remember most people's birthdays. (Not me calling myself out..)

"Hello howdy! How are you today?" You grinned towards your fuzzy tall four armed friend

"Oh hello y/n! I'm doing great! What about you?" He turned to face you

"I'm doing great! After all it is a very special day for me! Which means I'm going to buy a (dessert of choice)!" You giggled hoping that he would know what day it was

But he didn't

"Of course!" He grabbed some metal tongs and grabbed your dessert, putting it into a small box then putting it in your hands "alright there ya go! Enjoy!"

You smiled but it was a meek smile

It pained howdy when you didn't show your usual bright smile

He had to resist telling you happy birthday

After all he couldn't ruin the surprise right?

But oh boy was he wrong...

You passed everyone each hoping you'd have a great day and nothing else, not even Frank who seemed to remember everything said happy birthday

You suppressed the urge to cry until you reached your home. When you got there you threw the dessert you got from the Bodega into the trash. To you it would taste to bitter.

We're you being a bit petty? Or over reacting? Maybe.. But it was your birthday...

Once they saw you go into your house they all prepared poppy barn for your party

Poppy made the sweets

Julie and Sally were discussing activities

Wally was keeping watch just incase you were gonna show up

Frank was putting your presents on a table

Howdy was helping Eddie make decorations while handing/putting them around

Later Julie put a note in an envelope running to your house and putting it on your porch then running after knocking on your door.

You heard the knocks and checked seeing the envelope on the ground.

You picked it up and closed your door, then reading the contents

It was an invite

Deciding not to let your sadness get in the way you got dresses again making yourself presentable, and left.

You arrived at Poppy's and opened the doors

It was quiet, until you heard a loud

"SURPRISE!!!"

Everyone was there!

They did remember!

The night was fully of fun and laughter

You even forgot what your were sad about because you realized that they did remember.

{God's you don't know how much I had to restrain myself to not make it to angsty, anyways I hope you liked this anon and happy late birthday! As always hearts and reblogs are always welcomed along with questions, comments, and requests}

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pearlypairings · 3 months

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Bb! Dealers choice on pairing but I love this idea!

Happy birthday! !

dragging them out to every restaurant or store to get the free drinks or birthday benefits

steve x kali || humor, fluff || 412 words

A/N: ty baby for the freedom to choose, because I went rogue with it and did a lil stali <3 hope you enjoy this experimental beat! it scared me to try this ship so therefore, I committed :P

yesterday's prompt

He had no idea where she was putting this batch of fried wings, smothered in a flood of Mama Delilah’s famous barbecue sauce. Kali had started the night raiding JJ’s diner for her free birthday app, choosing fries and gravy—her usual late night go-to. She skipped the arcade birthday bonus coins for the record store discount, where she argued with the cashier for 10 minutes over who was better: Misfits or Poison. The snobbish, long-haired cashier found himself speechless as Kali clicked her jaw and clenched her rings tightly over the edge of his counter. Steve held back a laugh. He brandished the vinyl she wanted and slid some cash to the register with a charming, I’m-smoothing-this-over-so-you-don’t-end-up-bruised wink to the guy. With a loving squeeze, he corralled her under his arm, guiding her back to the car with no flashing lights or sirens, as they picked up the pieces of her very compelling, barely-avoided wrath on the unsuspecting idiot. She was delighted to discover that the next two restaurants were happy to provide her with their own special birthday drinks, and threw in a delicious chocolaty dessert to hold her over before the couple moved on to their current spot. They sat in the moodiest booth at Mama Delilah’s grill, where Steve absentmindedly stared at Kali with her basket of wings and sauce smeared on her face. Kali wiped her face with the crumpled napkin, daring him with her eyes. “What?” “Nothing,” Steve said, crossing his arms over the table. He leaned to get a better look at her from under the dark overhead lamp. “Having fun?” She smacked her lips and tipped her head in agreement, mischief twinkling in her eyes. “Good, I wouldn’t want it any other way.” Steve grinned wide, admiring the way she stretched to get ready to head out to their next stop. She flashed her old fake ID from Chicago, sticking out her tongue playfully. It wasn’t even her actual birth date, she just wanted a day with all her favorite things for free or at least, for cheap. This was her just letting loose. She lightly touched the back of his fingers, then casually grabbed his hand from across the table. Warm, she was always so unbelievably warm. “Ready for the pub? I hear there’s free Long Island teas there.” Kali said with a devious grin. She’d seen him drunk off LITs more times than he could actually count while drunk. There was no stopping her now. God, he couldn’t get enough of her.

#pearly birthday prompts #seventh prompt!#stali #steve harrington x kali prasad #steve harrington #kali prasad #stranger things rarepair #birthday bonuses #cute #fluff #a bit of humor #he loves to watch her have fun and be fully freely herself #ficlet #firefly graphics dividers #posting bc my tumblr wont let me save or schedule lol

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artheresy · 4 months

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It’s official the next day for me which means 😎 I’m officially 19 🎉!!!

Considering being self indulgent and drawing Blade celebrating with me bc if I’m something, it’s shamelessy obsessed with Him

#i still cant fathom im 19 already #i feel stuck in time sometimes but its getting better #this still is such a shock like omg already??#i wonder how I’ll celebrate on here 🤔#perhaps with some blade/yingxing angst 😈#no no i do that so often #maybe i’ll finally bring some blade/yingxing fluff into the world #altho #i will say one bit of birthday related angst #and its #i wonder if yingxing ever took note of his family’s ages #and when he had finally grown older than they ever had a chance to be #ANYWAYS ☺️☺️ no more angst i need to be happy

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slyskerbb · 2 years

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[ Just a Smooch ]

Rating:

[T]een

Pairing:

Sans / Grillby

Summary:

It's Sans’s birthday, and he doesn't want much. Heck, he doesn't even want people to know, but Grillby insists on something. So Sans works up the courage to ask him...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26505166

#skerb writes a bit #sansby #undertale #fanfiction #sfw fic #birthday fic #sans undertale #grillby #fluff #i forgot to upload this here lmao

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kimikos-random-dead-acc · 2 years

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Marrying Mammon with an extremely lavish and expensive wedding is possible but let's be real. You guys would get married in Las Vegas. You two would be drunk off your asses celebrating because Mammon won the jackpot in a casino. Mammon in the heat of the moment (cuz he's wasted and inlove) says he wants to marry you and you agree without a second thought. And suddenly, you're in one of those famous love chapels with the Elvis impersonator, wearing what could be an expensive white dress and standing next to Mammon at the altar. You and Mammon, exchange vows, kiss and then walk out the chapel with Mammon carrying you bridal style, drunkenly smiling and giggling without a care for whatever consequences that's coming for you in the future.

Inspo:

#another idea that was inspired by a song #and a little bit of the show friends #a lil something for Mammon's birthday #also apologizing if there are any mistakes cuz im not a writer #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fluff #obey me mammon #obey me mammon fluff #obey me mammon x mc #obey me mammon x reader #mammon x reader #mammon x you

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what-the-dark-has-foretold · 7 months

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Long Shigaraki fic coming tomorrow 💕💕💕

#it's a little birthday fic for myself #some fluff good smut and then a little bit of fluff again 💕#shiggy #shigaraki thirst #tenko shigaraki #shigaraki smut #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki tomura x reader #shimura tenko #el 💜#what-the-dark-has-foretold #mdni #smut #thirst

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toomuchracket · 9 months

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he would want to rent a cottage/cabin or something like that (cotswolds/Joshua tree/nice/Yosemite) and play house with you when you’re not already living together. just cooking, exploring, fucking, sleeping and talking alllll day

combining with I feel like the vibe would be to get out of the city and just have some decompression time in the countryside. Regardless of AU, girly is working in a major city, Matty is jet-setting and both are likely city fatigued and need to spend some alone time with a beautiful view and about that holiday thing… i’ve had a really fluffy & romantic brainrot about driving to the english countryside with matty :’) not thinking about that one video OR maybe ireland?? i think it would be the cutest either during summer of autumn. don’t really have anything too specific in mind. (except they’d obviously have a lot of sex lol and if they’re staying at a cute b&b place they’d have to try and be pretty quiet because the walls are sooooo thin) just super cute, domestic cottage core/english murder mystery vibes and That’s so funny you should say that abt going away bc i’m on my way home from a weekend up at my family’s cottage up north and i would have loved to bring him along like a little lapdog in a purse 😭 like lazing around riverbanks, cuddling up and sharing a joint by the bonfire, finding cute little trails and having impromptu picnics sksndkdnfb

this to me feels quite birthday party coded, quite early in the relationship before you move in together, and before both of you busy little bees have properly developed the rhythms of being together and working and whatnot! anyway, it comes about because both you and matty are finding london exhausting, and you have the same week in late june free, so matty's like "fuck it. let's just go away for a few days, just us and mayhem and nothing and nobody else. i'll drive, we'll get a cottage somewhere nice and we'll just... relax", and you're like "that sounds dreamy let's do it". and in my head you literally stay in kate winslet's house from The Holiday (despite the fact it is not real), that cosy little cottage in the middle of a literal field - as soon as the door is opened, mayhem bolts in and settles himself somewhere unknown, which makes you both laugh (you find him later on a chaise longue in a spare bedroom snoring his sweet head off), and matty takes the opportunity to be like "i'm being so gratuitous here but just let me have a moment" before he scoops you up bridal style and carries you in, kissing you as he sets you down on the kitchen counter. you're like "we've been here five seconds and you're already acting like some austenian romantic hero. this is amazing. hitting several of my fantasies if i'm honest", and matty giggles like "give me five minutes to bring the bags in and then i'll carry you to bed and hit some more of them, if you want" - you're like "ok but if you take your shirt off while you bring in the bags you'll have hit another one already", and matty rolls his eyes but does it anyway because tbh his one goal in life is to turn you on (and oh, watching his biceps flex and back muscles ripple does it to an insane degree). so yeah, that's the first of many sex sessions in the cottage, after which you get cleaned up and redressed and walk hand-in-hand into the little village nearby to get some shopping; fancy wine, cheese, bread, fruit, all that good stuff, and ingredients for a proper cooked breakfast for the next morning, before heading back to just sit in the garden and watch the sunset together with your little cheeseboard dinner and a bottle of wine and honestly a joint too. matty abandons his "i am not letting you fuck up your lungs" bit so you can get high with him, and you sit giggling and kissing until you're sleepy and the two of you decide to go to bed - you fall asleep almost instantly, because of the wine and the weed and the fresh air.

the next morning, a lie-in after a great long sleep - more sex, then a shower, then matty cooking breakfast while you sit on the sofa with mayhem and coo at him (which makes matty go all gooey lol). it's not too hot or sunny, so you decide to spend the day taking mayhem for a loooooooooong walk along the river; he goes in for a swim and its the happiest you've ever seen him. naturally, matty considers moving out of the city then and there lmao. the three of you end up in a pub beer garden for dinner, you and matty chatting nonsense over your pints, before heading back "home" and having a bubble bath together with some wine, which inevitably leads to yet more sex. it's a perfect few days, which is something matty addresses when you're cuddled into his chest, listening to the birds and watching the sunlight stream through the curtains, on your final morning in the cottage - he's like "this has been perfect, waking up and spending my days with you. don't wanna go home", and you're like "neither do i. want to just be with you all the time". and then matty has an absolute eureka moment and says quietly "will you move in with me, please? really don't think i can go back to living alone and making breakfast by myself. s'a lot better when you've got your arms wrapped around me lol", and you kiss him softly and say "yes, i will", and you do!! i also think you write a little free-form essay about the trip when you get back to london, with an epigraph from another of your fav classic romantic female authors that perfectly describes how you feel about your own love interest: "whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same" <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #moots <3 #into the birthday partyverse #toomuchracket best bits

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sassy-cissa · 11 months

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so I helped write a thing:

Title: Fantasy Fulfilled! Authors: @lettersbyelise, @maesterchill, @sassy-cissa Word Count: 2100 Rating: R (Mature) Summary: When Harry forgets Draco's birthday, it doesn't quite take a village to rectify the situation. Although it does take the world's best mate and a little potion from Wheeze's restricted section. But will that be enough for Harry to get back into his husband's good graces? Fantasy Fulfilled!

#drarry fic #birthday gift #squee squad gifts #just a bit of fluff #Draco/Harry

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wolfsbanesparks · 1 year

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Hey y'all!

This is the fifth of seven fics written for Billy Batson Week 2023!

Today's prompt was: The Marvel Family

Today's fic also doubles as a slightly belated birthday fic for my favorite set of twins: Billy and Mary!

I have had the idea for this fic since I wrote my birthday fic for them last year! I was so happy to see that it fit one of the prompts for this week!

Summary:

Mary is determined to make sure that her and Billy's first birthday together is absolutely perfect

#billybatsonweek #bb83week #shazam #billy batson #dc captain marvel #mary batson #mary bromfield #mary marvel #freddy freeman #birthday fluff #i just think Mary would be a bit of a perfectionist when planning their birthday because she wants to make Billy feel loved #and Billy is just happy to spend the day with his sister #they really are each other’s biggest fans #also i got to name drop a bunch of characters as they came to the party which was fun

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