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Humanized Terror
Commission for @thejessofmess <3
A human version of their OC named Terror alongside a few delicacies
Thanks again for commissioning me :D
#nemdigiart#nemydraws#commission#Hollowtale Genofusion#Terror#Dashing stickman#If only I could get that fluff irl
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Miscellaneous wips / doodles GRAHH,, redoing the pose in the first pic!
#geometry dash#gdtumblr#loafeebuns#gijinka#doodles#wips#bleh#I’m so sleepypy#Im figuring out how to draw kissing as I go#back then I did not know how and now I’m paying for it 💔#how I draw bloodlust might change#when I first started drawing gd art I would draw demons as stickfigure esque anthros(?)#little to no human features just naked stickman guys with fur wings horns etc#and bloodlust is kinda(?) a callback to that eee idk 🤪
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Some artwork:))
#stick oc#digital art#stick figure#art#stickman oc#stickman#Spotify#digital drawing#drawing#oc#oc artwork#oc art#king of fighters#kof fanart#k dash
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Geomet ry
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Redesigned my Electric Man 2 oc bc he looked... bland
ft. a Replicant boyfie
#dash doodle#dash doodles#my art#electric man 2#electric man 2 oc#stickman games#stickman oc#electric man#replicants#Eon#Embark#eon#embark#eon the electric man#embark the replicant
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Post!Hour of Joy Catnap x Reader HCs:
Genre: Fluff!!!!!!
AN: really short thingy I did, cant get the catnap brainrot outta my head, based him off a house cat a tad bit too much
☾ Catnap took some time to get used to you. And a lot of sweets— but in the end it all seemed to work out!
☾ The first few days, Catnap would stalk around the playroom to avoid the kids running about just so he could see what you were up to!
☾ Kickin and Hoppy would always spot him and pull him back into the play area every time he got caught.
☾ Catnap is not the one to give up easily and would sneak out during recess time and leave little trinkets on your desk
☾ Ever since you taught him how to be more social, he and the kids that would go to Playcare grew to become very close and would help him do tasks that require smaller hands, like folding paper or coloring with crayons.
☾ It's a miracle how he was able to find your quarters in this massive establishment.
☾ The first time it happened you saw a little purple paper cat with a tiny moon charm on it's chest. Hmm, you wonder who this came from.
☾ The next time you saw Catnap you didn't forget to give him a head scritch and a cheery "Thank you!"
☾ Catnap then on would find ways to sneak handcrafted toys into your office.
☾ Congrats, you're now his favorite person in the whole world!!! Till this day the little paper cat still stands on your desk.
☾ Catnap would always draw you every time there were arts and crafts activities in the playcare.
☾ Catnap doesn't know how Craftycorn works her magic with those hooves of hers, but the least he could do is draw a messy stickman of you. And what do you know, you adored his drawing! And now it's hung on a little frame in your room!
☾ Catnap, after you'd visit him around working hours his mood would noticeably get more lively... So lively in fact that he dashes all over the room like those house cats getting the zoomies. Dogday's in awe at how fast his sleepy buddy was. Hey, if the kids are having fun then he guesses it's fine!
☾ Despite Catnap's distorted voice box you never really minded how brief his answers were.
"You want to eat?" you chuckled. Lowering the box you were carrying to meet his gaze.
"No." he spoke, staring at you with his dotted white pupils.
"Uhm... Need something from me?" you asked curiously. You wondered what he wanted.
"...No..." He spoke again.
"You're just here to bug me, are you?" you huffed, a small smile etched on your face as you stared up the purple cat.
"..." His long tail twirled deviously.
You raise your brow at him with your arms crossed over your chest.
"Yes."
☾ The other smiling critters seem to like this side of the purple cat too! But what they don't enjoy is how loud his purring gets whenever he naps.
☾ Catnap likes to laze in your office at night. He often curls himself around your desk chair as you work. His soft purple fur a great insulator against the cold room.
☾ Catnap tends to be more active at night, hence the reason he's always scratching your bedpost. On some occasions, he'd even stretch like a cat.
☾ You made sure that after you'd finished all your paperwork you would snuggle up with him on the floor since he was a tad too big for the bed Play Co. provided for you.
☾ He hoped things would never change.
Ik ik its boring but I've been wanting a bit of sweet stuff yknow
This the thing Catnap made for u btw :>
Peper kat!!!!!!!
#poppy playtime catnap#poppy playtime chapter 3#poppy playtime fanart#poppy playtime#catnap#poppy playtime headcanon#poppy playtime smiling critters
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Alright, I've sort of ignored all the AVA spam on my dash, though my curiosity grew. Now, respectfully, what the fuck is up with the lasso. Okay then. What's AVA and where do I start. How did we get here.
HELLO MY GOOD FRIEND.
Animator vs Animation is an animated stickman series created by Alan Becker, mainly about these 5 stickmen, but it didnt start off that way. Here is a playlist my good friend has made that conveniently compiles ALL of the animations included in this series. However this does not go immediately to the uhhh lasso thing, the 5 stickmen i mentioned have many other adventures with different games like minecraft, pokemon, and arcade games. If you wanna watch specifically the series that has the character youre curious about, watch the ones that say ANIMATOR vs animation (it has AvA I - VI ep 2 so far!!)
Have fun ^_^
#asks#animation vs animator#ALTHOUGH i reccomend watching the rest of it as well bc it rlly shows how the relationship between the 5 stickmen are really like#bc the 'main' series doesnt rlly touch on that as much
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Late halloween draw
Happy November! Here a draw i made to arttrade with @candysmashgirl :3
Chacaters (Right to left):
Victoria - @candysmashgirl's OC
Henry Stickman - Henry Stickman series
Mary Wu - Amphibia
Second Coming - Animator vs. Animators
Pacman - Pacman series
Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie - MLP:FIM
Agent - @tofudemaru's OC
Rookie - Club Penguin
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navigating my blog:
warning that this blog isnt accessible. i usually post things untagged and most pictures n stuff are undescribed
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#funguy🍄 (anything that i post and any post that i add a significant enough amount on reblogs)
#mossarella (thirst reblogging. expect anything) (i dont rly use this tag but like a just in case thing ykno)
#the furies (disco elysium skills)
#resources (any post with contents i find useful. would recommend checking that tag out)
#fave (my favorites. they can be art, shitposts, anything)
#fart (short for favorite art. this one is solely for amazing awesome art. not the shitposty kind)
#my skills (tag for the custom disco elysium skillset i made)
#poll thots (me explaining my thought process of my vote in polls- usually in tags)
#tag thots (whenever i reblog smth and go wild in the tags)
#harrys stem (posts where the harry du bois is a system headcanon is fitting. it was supposed to b "harry system" but i did a typo n now its staying like this)
#mossbag (posts that uplift me, are my vibe, or i associate them with me)
#stickman enclosure (go and see urself. awesome things)
#uquiz (quizzes. mostly uquizzes but there might b others thrown in. u never kno)
#dogposting (any post that is centered around animals. usually cute or funny posts)
#text (it's where the post isn't a shitpost/fan art/etc. its for things like character analysis, interpretation, personal opinions etc. when it's not an interaction post as much as story time post. or just straight up literature excerpts)
#fandoms in law (for fandoms im not actually in but someone talked to me so much about it that i might as well be in and am interested in like i am in the fandom)
#orange slices (stories from regular people's lives)
#hellsite (the tumblr brand of cursed posts)
#hall of fame (famous posts that ive seen a million times in screenshots of screenshots in corny instagram meme accounts)
#swap au (this is the tag i use for both disco sapphics and the harry-and-kim-swapped aus)
#harry moodboard (harry du bois flavored posts)
#GORGEOUS GIRLS ON MY DASH (bugs)
oc tags: #glitter, #sparkle, #shine, #comb, #zae, #glow, #twine, #sting, #mafia glitter, #dew, #soup, #oc tag
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"No Deal" getting some Press in Stereo Stickman! Thank you for the write up Rebecca Cullen! "Setting the mood with ease and produced by NY’s StephNsancE, No Deal brings back classic piano-led vibes, alongside trap-style rhythms with dashes of both melodic soul and hip hop intertwined throughout."
(via Z.M.A - No Deal (StephNSance Remix) - Stereo Stickman)
#Stereo Stickman#Press#No Deal StephNsancE Remix#ZMA#Zana Messia#Main Flow#Stephen NaShaun Pender#Gregory Taylor#Stephaun Pender#Stephaun Anu#Music Producers#Los Angeles#New York#Atlanta
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Just realized why the oldé stickman animations suddenly seemed to have a fandom on my dash: NEW STICK MAN ANIMATION W DEEPER LORE CAUSE MADE BY AN ADULT NOW? Nice.
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HORROR AESTHETICS
you know how it goes ! repost, don’t reblog / bold whatever applies / tag however many people you want / feel free to add stuff in any category, too !
gothic horror.
gas lights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books.
classic horror.
black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. alcohol in glass decanters. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. dark alleys. empty streets. driving at night. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the american south. the american northeast. england. analog cameras.
slashers.
bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. suburbia. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. household objects turned into improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. character masks. scrunchies. queerness. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.
paranormal horror.
malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. mausoleums. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at something you can’t see. black ooze. old photographs. faces you can swear you’ve seen before but can’t for the life of you figure out where. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.
cryptid & urban legend horror.
aliens. blinding light. dark woods. claw-marks. bite-marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking / backpacking.
thrillers.
daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. asylums. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms with no one inside them. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots.
tagged by: @unsuccesscr this one was all halloween october vibes so thank you so much!
tagging: @siireniis , @keshimasu , @sherose ( toga! ) , @nia-isomi , @shake-things-up , @classgenius , @cleavcd , @monarcid , @shintsohi , @ofhokai , @oneshockyboi , @floatsaver , @worldunkind ( aizawaaa ) , @minibattlehero , @howlkissed , @smcsh , @tcpsytxrvy , @obliterus , @rewindruled and if you think bnha should have 5789452 seasons more then go ahead but also you guys dont have to do it if u dont want to i promise this took me quite a while to complete haha-
#btw if y'all dont mind im gonna put some of the words i didnt knew down here so that you dont have to bother looking it up ♡#bogs: swamp#moor: uncultivated land. a plain field#domino masks: it be looking like the one classic robin wears.. yknow batmans sidekick#gallows: the wooden thingy where the stickman from the hangman game is hung in#pipe organ: that fancy ass piano that be playing some ominous ass sounds#talisman: a charm#catacombs: underground cemetery#mausoleums: a house that houses a tomb#revulsion: disgust#jeering: make loud remarks#seance: when a group tries to talk to the dead. like how the local teenagers be using the ouija board#fluorescent lighting: its kind of like a lighter you would use in concerts?#morgues: a place for corpses. a storage of dead bodies awaiting identification#anagrams: words that you can mix up the letters to make a new word. like.#cat = act . santa = satan . that jazz#. THEY CAN'T TELL ME WHO TO BE ( DASH GAMES. )
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Stickman Dash
Stickman Dash is an interesting assassin game. You are a brave ninja. This time we send you to the foundation of criminals. You have to crash them. Use the bounce of the wall to avoid the attack of enemies. We will give you the sharpest sword, and you also could improve it. We are waiting for your good news! drag to play
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#html5games#kidsgame#1player#arcade#best#Boy#boys#DASH#game#games#HTML#HTML5#kid#kids#mobile#Online#Physics#skill#stick#stickman#swords
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Did you guys know that I have an Electric Man 2 oc? no? okay. Now you know
#dash doodle#dash doodles#my art#electric man 2#flash games#eon#dash's trash ocs#flash game oc#the replicant#eon the electric man#embark#embark the replicant#stickman games#stickman
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(I wrote up some silly little short piece of Cyrus, Thursday, and Stanley doing a silly thing before he died - for anybody who wishes to read it. Below the cut!)
"Stanley, why are you lingering around the conference room like that? You already know where to go from here, and while I'm happy to repeat it all to you, what you are doing is- well, quite puzzling if I may be honest."
Cyrus sighed. The man in question, Stanley, appeared to be ignoring him again. There was just no reasoning with him sometimes.
"There's nothing in those filing cabinets for you - just useless corporate files that not a single person - yourself included - has any use for anymore, so I don't understand what you-.."
"Stanley," chimed in his cohort - Thursday - who was standing just over his right shoulder, "what are you looking for? It is paper? Yeah, there's lots of paper in there, isn't there?"
The man they were observing suddenly straightened and beamed, apparently pleased with himself.
"What's that you've got there?" said Cyrus.
In response, Stanley held up what appeared to be a black marker.
"A marker? What are you going to do with that? You and I both know that markers have nothing to do with the story."
Stanley rolled his eyes and went to clear off one of the white boards with the sleeve of his shirt.
"Oh, oh! I know! Stanley! Stanley! Do you want to play Hangman on the white board?" Thursday suggested, her tone clearly reflecting how excited she found this marker discovery.
"Hangman?" scoffed Cyrus. "Of course he doesn't want to play Hangman, he wants to-"
The older man's haughty response was cut off by a readily apparent smirk on Stanley's face, who then indeed began drawing up a game of Hangman.
Cyrus was shocked, to say the least.
"Are you- we are not playing a bloody game of Hangman!" he protested immediately.
"Looks like we are, old timer," laughed Thursday, who was now leaning against the back of his chair, much to his annoyance. "Stanley, can I go first?"
She cheered when the man gave a thumbs up. Stanley then went about finishing his set-up of the game, along with the empty dashes for two words - the first one with five letters, the second with six.
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Cyrus groaned when Thursday blurted out her first guess, "I choose... the letter A!"
Stanley smiled and filled in the corresponding blank.
_ A _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
"Okay, Cyrus, your turn," said Thursday, who was still leaning against the back of his chair.
"...This is ridiculous. I'm not participating in this utter nonsense."
"Aw, come on," prompted the younger woman. "Stanley, tell Cyrus he has to take his turn."
Stanley nodded in agreement, folded his arms, and tapped one foot on the ground.
"...Fine," grumbled Cyrus. "I'll take the letter R."
Happy with this answer, Stanley filled in the letters.
_ A R R _
_ _ _ _ _ _
"My turn! Okay, ummm-... L," Thursday guessed.
At this, Stanley frowned, shook his head, and drew a circle on the board, signifying the first failure of the game.
"AH!" the younger narrator squawked, eliciting a startled jump from her partner. "Are you sure, Stanley? You're sure there's no L?!"
He sighed and nodded.
"Well-"
"Okay, then, I'll have S. Also, Thursday, don't you dare shriek in my ear like that again or I'll drop you over the platform faster than Stanley did."
"WHA-! Now that's rude! Stanley, Cyrus is threatening to kill me!"
Stanley shook his head and threw the most disapproving look either of the narrators had ever seen. He then tapped one fist against the palm of his other hand in a threatening gesture.
"I'd like to see you try, you little menace," growled Cyrus, who then hurriedly backtracked when both of Stanley's eyebrows shot upwards and he began to lift up his middle finger. "NO. NO. We'll be having none of that, Stanley. Back to the game, now! Since you bloody insisted on it in the first place."
This seemed to satisfy Stanley. He went back to the whiteboard and added a stick onto the stickman's body.
"Ooooh, so sad," Thursday mocked with a cheeky grin. "I'll go wiiiiiith... E."
Another smile, another nod, another filled-in letter.
_ A R R _
_ _ _ _ E _
Cyrus took his turn. "C."
_ A R R _
_ _ C _ E _
"Hmm..." mumbled Thursday, deep in thought. "X."
An arm was added to the little stick figure.
"AH! NO!"
"X!" blurted Cyrus, outraged. "X?! Out of all the letters in the English alphabet, you choose the letter X?!"
"What's wrong with my choice?! It's a letter, isn't it?!"
"Yes, but it's the worst, most obscure letter you could have possibly chosen! Hardly any words contain the letter X!"
"Maybe this word did, huh! We wouldn't know that until we tried!"
"Well, it bloody didn't!"
"It didn't contain your stupid letter S either, you big rude-"
Both stopped immediately at the sound of a loud BANG coming from the other side of the display screen. Upon looking, they couldn't help but notice that one of the office chairs was now lying a few feet away from where it had been originally positioned. And that Stanley was looking rather miffed.
"Ah, yes, quite right, Stanley," said Cyrus, now subdued.
"Sorry, Stanley," echoed Thursday, also subdued.
"Back to your silly little game, then. I'll have T."
A nod. Another blank filled.
_ A R R _
_ _ C _ E T
"Okay, okay, I think I'm starting to get the picture here," said Thursday, despite the fact that she in all likelihood did not have any picture going on anywhere. "K."
_ A R R _
_ _ C K E T
"All right, well, Stanley, your obvious is showing," sighed Cyrus, taking extreme care to ensure that the man understood perfectly well how bored he was with this trite little game.
Slowly, Stanley raised an eyebrow and looked down at himself, where nothing was out of place, and then looked back up and shrugged.
Thursday exploded with laughter. Cyrus, on the other hand, felt his face heat up.
"Not that, you dolt. It was a figure of speech. Well! I guess I shouldn't have expected someone as simple as a person who loves a BUCKET to understand something as complicated as a figure of speech. That's what the second word is, by the way - 'bucket'. That is what I was referring to when I said it was obvious."
Stanley did not appear to be offended by the older man's snide remark, no, not at all. Instead, Cyrus could clearly see that he was laughing. He was not making any sound to indicate as much, but Cyrus could tell from the way his shoulders were shaking. Not to mention the way his entire expression was lit up. Something which made Cyrus himself feel all warm inside.
But he wasn't about to admit to any of that. "Well? I'm right, aren't I? It's 'bucket'."
Nodding, Stanley went and filled in the letters.
_ A R R _
B U C K E T
"Hey! Cyrus just got two turns, essentially! Two letters! That means I get the next two guesses!"
"No, it's not my fault you didn't guess the word sooner."
"Uh, NO, that doesn't matter. You still got two letters in a row!"
"Perhaps if you hadn't guessed the letter X, then, Thursday-"
"YOU-! Okay, you know what, I'm just gonna go." She huffed before going back to the display screen, where Stanley stood waiting, still radiant from his bout of laughter. "Okay, Stanley. Ohhhh-kay, I think I've got this. I think I know what this whole thing spells out."
"Oh, well whoop-dee-doo-"
She ignored the older man's comment and said, "'CARRY BUCKET'."
Stanley added the letter Y to the spread, but then also added another arm to the stick figure body.
"No! Nononono, I take it back! I take that back! It obviously can't be carry bucket because C has already been- RRRRGH! Was that my two guesses?!"
Stanley nodded. Cyrus smirked.
"AGH! That was so stupid of me!" she pouted, pounding her fists on the back of the chair.
"Yes, it was. Also - stop that. Anyway, Stanley, your little game is up now. It says 'marry bucket'."
A round of applause from Stanley came from the monitor and Cyrus couldn't help but smile at having won.
And then the full understanding of what the board said sank in.
"Wait, hold on. Stanley- this says 'marry bucket'. What are you-... Are you trying to say-"
"Stanley!" giggled Thursday. "Stanley, are you saying you want to marry the bucket?"
Stanley nodded.
"Oh wow! Hahaha! That's amazing, Stanley!"
"What? No! This is stupid! This is so incredibly, stupendously, stupidly stupid, I-.. Well I don't even have the words for it! Stanley, you can't marry a bucket!"
Stanley shrugged.
Thursday said, "Stanley, do you want us to write a story where you marry the bucket, then?"
A thumbs up from the man.
"ON IT!" she blurted and before Cyrus could say anything more, she began pulling out fresh paper, snatched up her pencil, and got to work.
"NO! No no no no no no NO! I do not approve of this! Nothing about this makes any sense! Stanley, giving you that bucket was by far my worst idea and I wish I had never come up with it!"
"I think it's brilliant, actually! A bucket! And Stanley wants to marry it! It's GOLD! Or, well, galvanized steel."
Cyrus could not believe his luck. This was his life now. Idiots. He was surrounded by idiots. So he only had to deal with one idiot in his physical presence, but her sheer idiocy amounted to an entire crowd of idiots and so he may as well be surrounded by them.
And to the idiot on the other side of the display screen... Well... Cyrus never thought he'd live to see the day he was jealous of a bloody bucket.
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Harry thinks Y/N and the kids forgot his birthday
(a blurb from the Flatmate Series)
A little late to the party but I hope it's good 😅
Word count: 2.2k
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It was Harry’s birthday. And he was excited.
He had been waiting for this day since the last birthday, and even though no one in his family had mentioned it in weeks, he knew they had something big for him as always.
Last year, he had woken up with a cake in the face. It wasn’t pleasant to get icing in your nostrils, but he had been so happy. The kids had made him lovely cards and his wife had made him a special breakfast. They had gone to a restaurant to celebrate with some of his close friends and the day had ended with mind-blowing sex.
He knew today would be different as Y/N and the kids tend to get creative when it came to surprises, but when he woke up and went downstairs, Y/N was running around the living room.
“Goddamn it!”
“Little Ria might have misplaced it somewhere, Mrs. Styles,” said the butler as Y/N plopped down on the sofa with her head in her hand.
“What’s wrong?” Harry asked.
“Good morning, Mr. Styles,” the butler said.
Y/N exhaled sharply as she looked up at him. “Ria took my favourite pearl necklace and now we can’t find it.”
“You have so many pretty necklaces though.”
“But I love the pearl one!” she exclaimed and got up. “Never mind. I’ll just wear something else.”
The butler nodded and told Y/N the chauffeur was waiting for her outside. He left, and Harry followed his wife into the kitchen. He felt a little let down that he didn’t wake up to a cake in his face, but he told himself they probably had other plans for him.
“The kids left for school already?” he asked, looking at the empty plates in the sink.
“Yup. They were upset that you couldn’t drive them today but I told them daddy needed a few more hours of sleep.” She pressed her lips into a smile, grabbed a banana and came to kiss his cheek.
“Wait, are you going to work now?” he asked when she headed for the door. Y/N stopped there and turned her head, arching an eyebrow.
“It’s presentation day, remember?”
No, it’s my birthday!
He gave a shrug, and she rolled her eyes. “Our clients are flying here from Italy. If this all works out, millions of dollars will flow into our bank. Wish me luck!”
“Good luck, babe!” Harry shouted once his wife had left the room.
“Have fun at work!” she said from the living room, and then he heard the front door slam shut.
He stood there for a moment to let reality sink in. So he didn’t get a surprise just yet and nobody seemed to remember his birthday. Don’t worry, he told himself, it’s all part of their plan. They want you to think so.
Taking a deep breath, he came to the fridge to get some eggs and make his own breakfast.
“Rob! Where are all the eggs?!”
The butler immediately poked his head into the room. “I forgot to tell you that Ria and Jas ate the last ones this morning.”
“One egg, Rob!” Harry aggressively lifted a finger as he clenched his jaw. “One egg is all I ask for. We have a pool and a freaking gym and there’s no egg in the fridge!”
“We have other—”
“Never mind. I’m not hungry.” He breathed and marched out of the kitchen. “Get the car ready for me in an hour.”
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Harry’s assistant bought him a cake and everyone at the company threw a little party for him, which was nice. He hadn’t received a single phone call or even a birthday text from anyone else, so now he knew this wasn’t some alternate universe in which it wasn’t his birthday. Unfortunately, it didn’t make him feel any better.
He came home early that night with a bottle of wine and a big bouquet of flowers from his co-workers. He still hoped that his family had a big birthday plan for him, but just to be sure, he had to walk in with this bottle and bouquet just to remind his wife of something she might have forgotten.
For all those years they had been together, he didn’t want to believe Y/N would forget his birthday. Niall had forgotten once, but Y/N never did. So he told himself to keep his hopes up as he entered the house and said hello to Rob the butler. It was awfully quiet. His house was usually full of laughter or screams because Ria and Jasper were never quiet, but now it was as if everyone he loved had evaporated somehow.
He was relieved to find his wife in the kitchen, making dinner. She was dressed down and humming her new favourite song. At this point, he really started to believe that she didn’t remember.
“You’re home, babe!” she said happily as he placed the wine bottle on the kitchen table. “Oh my god, are those for me!”
“Uh--”
“Thanks, love!” She grabbed the flowers from him before pulling him in for a kiss. He didn’t remember the last time he’d been this sad, but now his heart was broken.
“Where are the kids?” he asked.
“Ria’s having a sleepover with Marie from school, and Ben and Nam took Jas to the mall.”
“Oh…” The corners of his mouth lowered as his forehead puckered up.
Still ignorant, Y/N cupped his face and brushed the tips of their noses together. “I have a surprise for you.”
As soon as Harry heard those words, his eyes lit up as his heart skipped a beat. He looked around when she pulled away, expecting Ria and Jasper to jump out and scream “happy birthday, daddy” as his wife took out a big cake from the fridge. But no.
She opened the fridge door and he slumped as his heart fell to the bottom of his chest. There was no cake.
“What am I looking at?” he asked, making her chuckle.
“I bought a lot of eggs for ya! Rob said you were upset because we were out of eggs.”
“That was the surprise?!”
“Well, not really.” She shrugged and closed the fridge, still grinning from ear to ear. “I also got those Italians to sign the contract. They loved your wife’s ideas because she is a motherfucking champ!”
“I’m going to bed.”
His response made her smile drop. She raised both eyebrows. “It’s only 7 PM, dear.”
“I’m tired,” he mumbled, turning around. “It’s been a shit day anyway…”
“Okay. Good night, babe!” Y/N shouted from the kitchen as if it wasn’t obvious that Harry was upset. Though disappointed, he didn’t say anything else and headed upstairs.
He felt like that eighteen-year-old boy who got mad at his flatmate every time his feelings got hurt, even though most the time, she didn’t know what she’d done wrong. He could’ve told her, but then she would feel bad, and he didn’t want her to feel bad. But now he was feeling bad.
“Birthday my ass,” Harry mumbled to himself as he lay down and shut his eyes. He just wanted to drift off and forgot about this day, just like everyone else had.
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Harry stirred awake as he heard a bang on his bedroom door. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms only to see that it was almost 9 PM.
“Jas?” he asked, but there was no answer.
He was about to lie back down when he heard a knock. The shadow outside the door moved as he took the second guess, “Y/N, is that you, honey?”
Still no answer. There was another knock and the shadow dashed away. Confused and nervous, he got out of bed and walked barefoot to the door. He thought his little son was just messing with him, but when he opened the door to the hallway, he found a piece of paper taped on the wall. It was an awkward drawing of a stickman with brown curly hair, a party hat on, and an arrow pointing to him with the word #1 DADDY.
Is it finally happening or am I dreaming? Harry thought when he saw the clues his little one had left for him. He followed the glitter sprinkled on the floor. The staircase was dark and the light switch didn’t work, so he watched his step as he carefully came downstairs.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”
The light came on as his friends cheered loudly. The kids jumped right on him, causing him to lose his balance and fall onto his back. It was painful, but he was too happy to bother. He burst out laughing as Ria and Jasper showered his face with kisses.
“Daddy, daddy, happy birthday!” Ria said as she and Jas took his arm and helped him sit up straight. He got back on his feet and picked Jas up while Ria was hugging his legs.
“Wow, guys.” He chuckled, shaking his head and looking at everyone. All the people he loved were there in his living room, and Y/N emerged from the kitchen with a birthday cake.
“I made the cake, daddy!” Jas told him.
“Liar! Mummy did!” Ria scolded her brother, making everyone laugh.
“I helped!” Jas pouted. “Ria wasted so many eggs that mummy had to buy some more!”
Ria rolled her eyes and tugged at Harry’s shirt so he would look at her. “The cake is ugly but it’s delicious, daddy. I tasted it five minutes ago!”
“Aww, my loves,” Harry said as he pretended to sob and the kids immediately hugged him.
“Daddy, don’t cry!”
“We love you!”
Y/N cleared her throat to get his attention. He looked up and saw her holding up the cake with a smirk. “I know you hate the birthday song, so just make a wish. My hands are dying.”
Smiling, he kissed her forehead and shut his eyes to make a wish before blowing out the candle. He had the same wish every year, it was for their family to always be together and happy like this. He guessed it always came true.
“Did you think we forgot your birthday?” Niall asked.
“I did forget!” Trix raised her hand, making the others groan and facepalm themselves.
“Well, I was going to send you a birthday message before Y/N added me to the group chat,” Liam said.
“Group chat?” Harry looked at his wife, who tightened her arms around his waist.
“Yup, Niall, Layla, and I have been planning this day since two weeks ago,” she said.
“We were supposed to be here when you got home, but someone,” Ben shot Layla a glare, “made the rest of us delay the plan so she wouldn’t miss the party.”
“Excuse me!” Layla gasped as she flipped her hair over her shoulder, “I was in Milan, my flight got delayed. I couldn’t teleport here.”
“You went to Milan?!” Ria brightened. “Did you buy anything for me, aunt Layla?”
“Ria!” Y/N scolded the little girl who crossed her arms and pouted, but when Layla winked at her, she punched the air in excitement.
Harry chuckled as he pulled his wife close and pecked her on the cheek.
“Were you upset when you thought we didn’t remember?” she asked.
“No, not at all,” he said. It was obviously a lie. Y/N knew it, but she didn’t ask and laid her head on his shoulder.
“Daddy, I wanna show you my present!”
“Me too!”
Harry put Jas down so he could race his sister into the kitchen. They returned a minute later, all out of breath, each holding a different item. Harry got down on his knees as Jas came up to him with a little card with silly doodles on it.
“Happy Birbday! Best...dab in the word,” he read the misspelt words written in capital letters, making everyone ‘aww’ed and Jas scrunched up his face as he turned to Ria, who was tittering into her palm.
“You lied to me! You said it was correct!”
“My turn!” Ria ignored her brother and stepped forward to give Harry a colourful pearl necklace. It took him a moment to realise she had coloured each pearl with a different colour.
“Is that--” Y/N froze for a second. “Is that my pearl necklace?”
“No, your pearl necklace has pearls’ colour! This one has rainbow colours!” Ria said as she hid behind Harry’s back to avoid her mother’s rage, but Y/N only exhaled into her palm and gave her husband a smile.
Harry turned back to Ria as he put the necklace on and did a funny pose. “How do I look?”
“Prettier than mummy!” Ria threw her hands in the air, making Y/N scoff and playfully hit her bum.
“Gosh, this is so cute.” Niall turned to his wife. “I expect more than this for my birthday.”
“You already have me,” Layla said, not looking at him. “I’m the best present you could ever have.”
Seeing the look on Niall’s face, Nam dissolved into laughter and patted the poor guy on the back. “At least you tried, mate. At least you tried.”
“Can we pop the champagne now?” Louis asked and everybody cheered. Ria immediately rushed to Layla to ask about Milan, while Jas wasted not time to grab a plate and wait for Gemma to get him a piece of cake.
Harry turned back to his wife, holding her hips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love you so much. I can’t say it enough, love.”
“I have one more present for you,” she mumbled against his lips, trailing her finger across his chest. “I can’t wait for you to ‘unwrap’ it in the bedroom.”
“Fuck. I can’t wait.” He chuckled, kissing her throat. This was by far the best birthday ever.
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