#Kids Butterfly Birthday Gift Ideas

[noisycowboyglitter]

My 8 Years Old B-Day: Family-Focused Party Planning Guide

As the sun peeks through the curtains, excitement fills the air. Today marks a special milestone - your little one is turning 8! The house buzzes with activity as family members bustle about, preparing for the celebration.

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Colorful balloons and streamers adorn the living room, transforming it into a festive wonderland. A homemade banner proclaims "Happy 8th Birthday!" in bold, glittery letters. The dining table groans under the weight of carefully wrapped presents, each one a mystery waiting to be unveiled.

In the kitchen, the aroma of a freshly baked cake wafts through the air. Grandma's secret recipe, of course, with extra sprinkles just as the birthday child requested. Nearby, mom and dad put final touches on party favors, their faces beaming with pride and a hint of nostalgia.

Siblings race around, barely containing their enthusiasm for the upcoming festivities. They've been planning their own surprises for weeks, eager to make their brother or sister's day extra special.

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As extended family members begin to arrive, the house fills with warm hugs, laughter, and the chatter of shared memories. Uncles, aunts, and cousins join the celebration, each bringing their own touch of love and excitement to the occasion.

This day isn't just about turning 8; it's a celebration of family, love, and the joy of watching a child grow. It's a moment to cherish, creating memories that will be treasured for years to come.

Fluttering with excitement, an enchanting butterfly theme brings magic to this 8th birthday celebration. Delicate paper butterflies in pastel hues dance from the ceiling, creating a whimsical atmosphere. The birthday cake, a masterpiece of fondant and frosting, features a garden scene with colorful butterflies perched on sugar flowers.

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Party favors include butterfly-shaped sunglasses and sparkling wing accessories, transforming little guests into a fluttering flock of friends. Games like "butterfly tag" and a butterfly-themed scavenger hunt keep the energy high and giggles constant.

The birthday girl, resplendent in a butterfly-adorned dress, twirls with joy as she opens gifts. Each present reveals butterfly-inspired treasures - from books about caterpillars and chrysalises to butterfly kites and garden kits.

As the day winds down, the children release real butterflies into the garden, a beautiful symbol of growth and new beginnings at age 8.

A delightful butterfly-themed gift brings a flutter of joy to its recipient. Nestled in a box adorned with colorful wing patterns, the present unfolds like a cocoon. Inside, a charming array of butterfly-inspired items awaits discovery. Perhaps a delicate necklace with a

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butterfly pendant, or a set of vibrant watercolor paints to create winged masterpieces. A butterfly garden starter kit might spark a new hobby, while a beautifully illustrated book about these fascinating creatures could inspire wonder. This thoughtful gift celebrates the beauty of butterflies and the transformative magic they represent.

[whoskimii]

this is part two of putting on and taking off your jewelry with the jjk men!!

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > jjk boys (yuuji, megumi) x you (separately). they're so cute :(( tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

˗ˏˋ yuuji itadori ´ˎ˗

he looked up from his laptop, only to be greeted by the sight of you taking off your jewelry. you were supposed to go out, why were you already getting unready ?

"hey," he called. "what're you doin' ? i thought you were supposed to go out." you only hummed. "yeah, i was supposed to. turns out my friend is sick so she canceled last minute." your boyfriend nodded. "oh, alright. and you don't want to go out alone ?" you shook your head.

he stood up and made his way towards you. "wait. lemme do it," he began taking off your earrings before staring at them. "oh, that's the earrings i gave you for your birthday !" he smiled. "they're my favorites."

your boyfriend and your friends knew how crazy you were for jewelry. which resulted in you being gifted approximately two pairs of earrings, three necklaces, a ring and five bracelets at each birthday. and it still wasn't enough for you.

yuuji chuckled. "they suit you. a lot." you giggled. "you think so ?" he nodded. "yeah, it's like... i don't know, the color suits your eyes. makes them even prettier." you blushed. you had already been dating for two years but your boyfriend always knew how to make you flustered. "aw, thank you."

he took your hand and led you towards the bed. "c'mere. i wanna cuddle."

˗ˏˋ megumi fushiguro ´ˎ˗

megumi entered your room, hiding something behind his back. you lifted your head from your book and gave him a small smile. "hi, babe," he hummed. "hey. i wanted to give you something."

you smiled, growing excited. what could he possibly give you ? you had no idea, and that made you more eager.

he sat beside you and finally showed you the little box he had been hiding since he came here. "it's not much. made me think of you when i saw it." you grabbed the box and kissed his cheek. "thank you."

you untied the little bow from around the box before opening it. you gasped softly. a ring.

more precisely, the ring you had been craving for months. you giggled and looked at megumi. "are you kidding me, 'gumi ? it's not much ?" you repeated his words. "it's the ring i've been wanting !" your boyfriend's eyes widened a little as you jumped into his arms. he gently stroked your hair. "i'm glad you like it, then."

you pulled back from the warm embrace. "i don't like it, i love it. it's so pretty..." megumi grabbed the ring before taking your manicured hand in his. he slowly slid it around your middle finger before kissing your knuckles. "it looks even prettier on you." you squealed happily. "aw, 'gumi !" you jumped into his arms once again, which made him chuckle quietly. "yeah. seems like you're very happy." he smiled as you pecked his lips repeatedly.

there you go!! do you want to see somebody else :3

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[taeminsung]

birthday gift..

pairing || seungcheol x reader

summary || he had no idea what to get you but when you spoke those two words, that just echoed around in his head, he knew exactly how to deliver you the best birthday gift.

request || I’ve had this idea for so long now. I’ve had Keonhee from Oneus or Seungcheol from Seventeen in my mind with this one. So it starts off as friends and its y/n birthday soon and they are on the phone with said man and he asks what they want for their birthday and they say “you” thinking he didn’t hear (he did) and then at the party he shows up with a bow on his head and he’s the gift for y/n. Just pure fluff. If not those two then you can choose someone 🥹 just thought it was a cute idea

mina’s notes || kicked my feet at this adorable ask from @bunnyjaycheoluwu. please enjoy my lovely ♡

Leaving the fifth shop that day, Seungcheol couldn’t help the huff that escaped his lips as they formed a pout while taking a seat, waiting for Jeonghan to finish up his purchase. In truth, he thought it was going to be a quick trip out to get you a present and make it back in time for his session with Jihoon, however, it turned into a few hours of looking over everything in each shop only to leave each one empty-handed. He couldn’t believe that he had no idea what to get you for your birthday this year. Did he want to go big? Should he do something small? Would it be something that you wanted? Does it make sense to get you something that has a more practical use? Lost in his own world of endless thoughts, he didn’t hear Jeonghan approach nor sit down next to him. Jumping slightly at the poke on his arm, he turned sharply to look at who touched him, calming down when he saw it was only his friend who was wearing a smile.

Have you thought about just calling and asking them what to go? Jeonghan shrugged leaning back on the bench, clearly giggling at Seungcheol’s misfortune of not thinking things through. It never even crossed Seungcheol’s mind to ask you what you wanted. Heat raised up his neck as he carefully pulled out his phone, dialing your number and holding his breath as he waited for you to pick up. Tradition meant that Seungkwan and Vernon took you out and the three of you would spend the entire day before your birthday, doing who knows what but vowing to try and shut out the outside world. It never bothered him before but as your phone rang, he couldn’t help but think of how unfairly easy their gift to you was. How did that tradition even start up he wondered. Hello?, you answered sounding like you were smiling. Um, hi, Seungcheol got out almost too quickly, he knew that he was interrupting your time with your best friends, but he really didn’t know how to go about asking you what you wanted. Is everything ok?, you questioned with concern lacing your voice. Vernon said you were out with Jeonghan. Did something happen?, you finished almost whispering.

As he listened to you voice and hearing the concern over him, he couldn’t help the butterfly feeling in his chest that even when you were busy doing stuff, he crossed your mind even just a little bit. Did Vernon bring him up casually or did you ask about his plans for the day? Rubbing the back of his neck, he realized, who was he kidding, Vernon probably brought him up and that’s the only reason that you were thinking about him. It pained him sometimes to understand that while you two were friends, there was a few people above him on the list that you would call first if needed. I know your busy, Seungcheol starts, but I was wondering if there was anything specific you wanted for your birthday?, he finished heat spreading across his face as his attention turned towards the ground so that his friend hopefully wouldn’t see how red his cheeks were. In the process, his eyes caught on his shoes, a gift from you his last birthday.

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His mind takes him back to the few memories surrounding such a normal gift. At the time he had begged that no one get him anything, including his own members. Instead, all he really wanted was for everyone to celebrate with dinner and drinks in a rented house. The day before you were both shopping together, grabbing a few items for the following day, when the shoes caught his eye. Seungcheol spent a few minutes looking at them, trying to decide if they were really something that he wanted to buy or not. What he didn’t realize was that you were watching him, asking the shopkeeper to pull a pair in his size, promising to come back for them. When he opened the gift from you, it took every ounce of restraint he had left after drinking to not get up, walk over to you, and kiss you deeply.

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Snapping back to the present, he half cursed himself for letting his mind wonder after asking you such an important question. Hmm, I think those two items would be at the top of my list for gifts, you finished saying with a small giggle escaping your lips before a muffled shout was yelled at someone. Seungcheol truly messed up his one chance to get you something that you wanted just because of how much his shoes meant to him, and all he could think was that Jeonghan was going to either kill him or make fun of him for the rest of time. He really didn’t want to think about what Jihoon was going to do if he was late, again, especially for something that could be taken care of after their meeting. Are you sure there isn’t anything else you’d like?¸ he asked hoping that maybe you’d repeat the first two things in the process of telling him there wasn’t anything more. Honestly, no, I think just those two items. It’s already a big ask for one of those. You could split it with the members like you do for other birthday, you simply replied before yelling something about almost being done at his two younger members. Again, why did they get the tradition of taking you out before your birthday? I mean besides you, you whispered so incredibly faintly that he almost didn’t hear you.

His head felt fuzzy as he just repeated what you said over and over again in his head. There was no way that he heard you right, was there? I really need to go before Kwannie decides he is going to do something he regrets when he sees you again, you laugh before hanging up without another word. Oh, he was so completely done for. Did you mean to say that? Was this really happening? Still holding his phone to his ear, he stood before the idea slipped from his mind. Moving quickly, he left a very confused Jeonghan in the distance, as Seungcheol made his way to a shop that he knew would have exactly what he was looking for. Was he slightly out of his mind for this? Yes. Did he really care that everyone was going to make fun of him? No. Within no time, he returned with gift bag in hand while ushering his friend to go so he wouldn’t be late for his studio time.

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Barely escaping Jihoon’s annoyance and Jeonghan’s endless questioning, Seungcheol managed to make it to your birthday day without anyone knowing what he had gotten you as a gift nor the words that you said to him. During the day he tried to come up with the best time for him to present the gift to you, and all he could land on was immediately upon his arrival at the venue. He knew that it was likely going to be embarrassing for him if he really did miss hear you, but those four words still rung clear in his head every time he thought back to your conversation. ‘I mean besides you’. Those four words were never going to leave his mind. They constantly rang through his mind at random times of the day making him blush doing the most normal of tasks, usually making him hide his face to avoid the teasing of his members around him. His heart raced as he imagined what your response could be.

The hours felt like they slowly ticked by as he waited for the start of your party, well the party that the members insisted they would be throwing for you, for just you and your thirteen closest friends. Pacing in his room, he heard the constant conversations ebbing and flowing before the faint click of the door to their dorm. From his memory, he knew that people were assigned certain tasks for the day to get everything ready, causing him to stop dead in his tracked as he recalled that he assigned responsibility was picking you up and bring you to the location they had picked out. Cursing under his breath, his body was again moving towards the closet to figure out what to wear because all he wanted was to wear something that impresses you. Within no time, his fingers wrapped around the gift bag before he went out the door with someone shouting to make sure he sticks to the plan.

The plan, that was completely fleeing his mind as his nerves radiated throughout his body. Was he about to do this? The different possible outcomes continued to fill his mind as he drove slowly to your place, trying to fully get a plan in place before he got to your door. Finally arriving at your place, he checked his phone to countless texts from the group telling him he needed to stall a few extra minutes due to a small hiccup that Mingyu caused. Pulling together the last little bit of courage he needed, he let his feet carry him towards your door, fingers gripping the handle of the gift bag as he neared your door, nerves on edge as he tried to again picture what your reaction would be.

Carefully, Seungcheol pulled out the little present from the bag, gently clipping the bow into his permed hair, taking one last steading breath before knocking on your door. ‘Besides you’ continued to echo in his head as he heard your shuffling around inside calling for just a few seconds more before you could get to the door. His breathing turned uneven as the seconds moved on painfully slow. Before he could make the decision to remove the bow from his hair, you swung the door open, mouth slightly open but a confused look etched across your features. Hi, are you my ride for the night? You asked, eyes staying glued to his hair. Um, yeah I am. Also, um, happy birthday, he said as his hands slightly pointed back at himself, shyly trying to indicate that he was your gift. The silence that then filled the already quiet hallway, stretched on for what felt like eternity before Seungcheol rubbed the back of his neck, thinking that maybe he did hear you wrong the other day.

Red was blooming across your face and on your exposed ear as you whispered, oh my, you heard that?, hands moving to cover your face. That wasn’t exactly how I planned on you knowing that I had a crush on you, you finished trying to cover your face. Without thinking, he grabbed your hand, pulling it into his chest, and you along with it. Matching your voice level, I was hoping that I heard you right so that I could confess to you, he breathed into your hair, because I really like you and I have for a while now. Letting you pull back slightly, he watched as your eyes took him in again before eyes landing on the bow, a smile slowly spreading across your lips, replacing the red that has previously been there.

I guess a very happy birthday to me if I get Choi Seungcheol himself as a present, you giggled, adjusting his hair that had been displaced. Before he could say anything more, he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket, trying to ignore it as much as possible, only to give in when he remembered there was a plan in place and he didn’t want to incur the wrath of those who planned tonight.

Gently taking your hand in his again, he pulled you down the hall out to his car. Opening the car door for you, he quickly made his way around to jump into the driver’s seat before heading off to the party. Your fingers played with his free hand as the soft sound of music played throughout his car. Never did he think that he would be able to call you his, well he couldn’t quite yet, but he knew by the end of the night that he would officially ask you to be his forever. Warmth spread in his chest as you laced your fingers with his, shifting them to your lap as you looked out the window at the passing nightlife of Seoul.

from mina with love ˚⁎⁺˳ ── thank you for reading! ♡ requests are open.    

[dellalyra]

can i request for a scenario where suguru is still good and brings mimiko and nanako to school, where he trains them together with satoru and guardian fem!reader, megumi and tsumiki? it would be cute all together and happy

A/N: HI THANK U ILY I am not 100% sure this is what u wanted but I just had this idea and ran with it also it was so fun to write a NOBODY IS DEAD WE ALL ARE HAPPY AU.

CW: Swearing? Fluff? Happy ever after kinda AU

Summary: The kids get to play with their cousins, Nanako and Mimiko.

“AUNTY Y/N!” Echoed across the field, the two high-pitched voices were only amplified by their excitement.

“Girls! Hi babies!” You kneel and scoop them both into a big squeezy hug.

“Where’s Uncle ‘Gogo?” The blonde girl asks. They both began calling your boyfriend Gogo when they were both only 3, and it stuck.

“He’s inside with your cousins! Where’s your papa?” You ask, wiping a smudge of chocolate off the dark-haired girl’s face.

“He went to go find Uncle ‘Toru, he has ‘Miki’s birthday present. Look what we got!” They cheer as both take out stuffed toys, one a ladybug and one a butterfly.

“Oh, they are so beautiful! Do they have names?” You ask, taking each girl by their tiny hands and walking inside to find the two men.

As you round the corner, you see them both smiling and laughing together, a huge box wrapped in yellow paper between them.

“UNCLE GOGO!” Your hands are left empty as the two girls barrel toward their favourite uncle (only uncle), he immediately scoops them both up onto his shoulders and spins them around, so you make your way to the other man.

“That is an exceptionally large box for a 9-year old’s birthday present, Suguru.” You raise your eyebrows at him, only to be met with a smirk.

“You’re the only good thing that came in a small package, Y/N/N.” He laughs, throwing a languid arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Do you guys have fun seeing your parents this weekend?” You ask.

“The girls did, I think my parents can’t see me when the girls are around.” He huffs a laugh, the Geto parents absolutely dote on the two girls.

“NANA! MIMI!” Another young girl voice nearly deafens you all.

Tsumiki and Megumi come into the room to see you all, after you had sent them to wash up after playing outside for so long.

“So, fucking loud.” Came a grumpy grumble from the 8-year-old Megumi.

“‘Gumi, remember what I said about swearing.” You chastise.

“Only do it at home or if someone’s being a real dickhead.” He recites your rule.

“Hey lil’ man, what’s up?” Suguru asks, ruffling the boy's hair.

“Eh, not much. I can summon Toad now.” The boy shrugs, he liked his Uncle Suguru – he was pretty chill.

“Nice one, kid. Show me later? If that’s okay with your mama?” Your brother-in-all-but-blood asks.

“Fine by me, I promised the girls I’d make them all their favourite flowers anyway. So, we can all have lunch outside?” You ask.

You turn around to find your boyfriend levitating with all three girls.

“It’s like having another kid. Can everyone help me take some food outside so we can have Tsumiki’s birthday picnic?” The kids each took a plate of stuff and then the two grown man children started a competition of who could carry the most plates, to which you quickly put a stop to – they invite disaster and usually you are an equal agent of their chaos, but you worked hard on this party food, goddamit.

Satoru then grabs the bag of gifts and Suguru takes his giant box.

As you’re all situated on the blue and white gingham picnic blanket you light the ‘9’ candle on the strawberry cake your adopted daughter requested. You all sing happy birthday to her, and she blows out the candle with a big huff. Megumi rolls his eyes, as if he wasn’t equally excited last December when it was his turn. He’s like Nanami, you think, acts all cool and indifferent but is actually a total teddy bear.

“Wanna open your gifts, ‘Miki?” Suguru asks.

She begins to unwrap them, Nanami had sent her the box set of Nancy Drew books, Utahime got her a cute heart shaped purse with her name on it, Yaga had made her a doll that dances to music and Shoko got her a Nerf Rebelle Bow and Arrow set – with a note that said, ‘now you can match your mom, aunty Koko’. Next was the twins, Nanako produced a gift bag with a set of hair chalk in loads of colours that Tsumiki made you promise you’d do for all the girls and Satoru later on. Mimiko got her a Tamagotchi in blue, her favourite colour.

Next up was her brother, Megumi was a fiery red and grumbled out a barely comprehensible’Happy birthday Tsumiki.’ This was truly a testament to how much he loved his sister, because for Megumi this was the equivalent of a gushing profession of sibling love and bond. He slid a pizza sized box at her to which she opened in delight to find a 160-piece art set. He had insisted on using his own pocket money for the gift, and you just melted. Tsumiki was a talented artist, and it was by far her favourite hobby. She couldn’t contain her excitement and tossed her arms around her brother (who looked surprisingly happy at this sudden affection).

“Cmere, doll. Open mine next.” Said Suguru, pushing the large box to her.

She rips open the paper and once again, squeals.

“A SKATEBOARD?!?! THANK YOU SO MUCH UNCLE SUGU!” She threw her arms around his hips, the man almost as tall as Satoru who was practically a giant to the kids.

“Mama, dad – look! It’s blue!”

“What?! That’s so awesome ‘Miki! Now you can come skating with me and Uncle Sugu!” Satoru adds, equally as excited – he could now teach her something cool with his best friend.

After a moment of trying to balance on her new board, you usher her to you as Satoru comes back out of the house with an absolutely ginormous box. Of course, you knew what this one was. The terrible wrapping job was you and your boyfriend’s handiwork.

“Tsumiki, this one is from us.” Satoru says as he sits the box on the grass, and wraps an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple as you rest a hand on his chest.

“I hope you like it sweet girl, happy birthday!” You grin, the excitement for her to open it is bubbling inside you.

She rips off the paper and…

Silence.

Wait… silence?

Did she not like it? Oh my god, are they tears?!

You and Satoru rush to her.

“Babygirl what’s wrong? Is it not okay? Is it the wrong colour? We can get you another one! Or every colour? Do you want to get all the colours? I’ll go right now.” Satoru says, as you frantically nod in agreement.

Tsumiki just tosses herself like a rag doll between you both and wraps her small arms around you necks.

“It’s just so pretty! I wanted it so much and I can’t believe you guys got it for me, I love it so much. Thank you thank you thank you thank you.” She says between heaving sobs.

You both sag in relief. You’d gotten a similar, if more understated reaction from Megumi a few months ago when he opened his birthday present. You’d converted a walk-in closet in the spare bedroom to make him a library for him. The floor was covered in cushions and bean bags, there was space for his dogs to sit with him, floor to ceiling shelves filled with books lining the room and in a hidden compartment was a PlayStation for him to play on. You’d also gotten a mini fridge so he could have snacks in there. You’ve lost count of how many nights Satoru has had to pick him up after he’s fallen asleep reading in his ‘library’ curled up on a bean bag and tuck him into bed. The sparkles in his eyes as he’d opened the door to the room may have been the most special thing you’d seen ever. Your cottage wasn’t huge, but the spare room closet was just a wasted space, so it made perfect sense to use it as the introverted child’s escape while also encouraging him to keep up his love of books.

But right now, you had a happy sobbing 9-year-old on your hands. Satoru looked at you ever her shoulders, a huge white, dazzling grin on his handsome face. Some people might think you spoil the kids, but Tsumiki spent too long being the grown up in her house and Megumi spent too long trying to not be a burden to her – they deserved this. They’re the most amazing kids.

Satoru winks at you, mouthing ‘we did good, princess.’ To which you blow him a kiss, because yeah, you guys did good.

“Do you wanna open it?” You ask her, grin on your face.

“Fuck yeah!” She adds.

“I’ll let that one slide.” You laugh at her.

She tears the box apart, and there in all its glory is her present.

A 5 story, 4 foot tall, 5-foot wide, Victorian style baby blue dollhouse. It was something every little girl dreamed of you remember passing them in stores at Christmas and nearly drooling looking at them when you were her age. She’d always spoken about wanting a dollhouse, so you decided to go all out with it.

Inside the house was boxes and boxes of furniture, tiny wallpaper and paint, even tiny kitchen utensils and soft furnishings – all ready for her to decorate the interior however she wants.

You had used your technique to even make a little everlasting garden in the front before it had all been wrapped up.

It truly was absolutely incredible, Tsumiki had dived right in and was examining everything and pointing it all out to you guys whenever she found something inside it.

“Look! A tiny cushion! It’s so cute! And oh my, a tiny teacup!” She showed you guys.

She invited Nanako and Mimiko to look with her, and even Megumi was curious about all of the tiny household goods – smiling when he sees a tiny dog bed and tiny dog bowls and a tiny cat scratch post.

“My birthday present from you guys was not half as cool as that.” Suguru elbowed you both.

“You’re 22 Suguru, do you want a dollhouse?” Which made him laugh, but Satoru’s mouth was agape.

“Suguru – how you wound me! We brought you to Bora Bora!” He mocks cries at this.

“Eh, not a dollhouse though, is it?” He smirks at his best friends' antics.

You look at the kids all playing on the blanket.

“Who’s birthdays next?” Suguru asks.

“Mine.” You smirk, eyebrows raised at the boys.

“Ha! You better pull up, ‘toru.” Geto laughs as Satoru smirks.

“Already sorted everything. Only the best for my princess.” He says, lifting you onto his lap for a kiss as you laugh at him - you’d told him you wanted a new pair of gardening gloves – but he’d give you the world if you asked for it.

You kiss him back, hands on his cheeks, stroking along his jaw.

“Ugh, you two are so gross and in love I hate it.” Suguru drawls, rolling his eyes.

Neither of you break away from the kiss, just both lift up a hand in his direction and raise your middle fingers.

[persage]

The Sweetest Thing-S. HARRINGTON

Summary : Getting back to your normal life is difficult, everyone faces it in their own way. Lately you've been baking non-stop and no matter how bad you are at it, Steve Harrington will eat every single cake you make just to see you happy. However, he will be forced - literally - to tell you the truth after the umpteenth food poisoning.

Tags: None, just pure Fluff and Steve Harrington being head over hells for you

I just wanna thank @i-always-come-back-xoxo for the amazing idea!

"No! No it won't happen again. Ever. I object" Dustin shakes his head forcefully to underline his words and reaches out to push away Steve Harrington's hands while he is squeezing a dangerously ugly looking cupcake and bringing it to the mouth of the kid, in an ambush from which Dustin feels - to be completely honest - rather threatened. And no, the little purple butterfly made of sugar that you have put as a decoration doesn't improve the situation at all, which is simple and also frightening: in recent weeks, you have had a craving for making cakes and pastries that no one understands but that everyone indulges in. Like a particularly sadistic Santa Claus who enjoys giving terrible and almost poisonous gifts, you give them to your friends and any excuse is good for doing so: Jonathan's first job as a newspaper photographer, Nancy's college acceptance letter, Will's award for his painting, the compliments Lucas has received from the basketball coach and Max learning a new skate stunt or Mike's B in chemistry. Even Suzie's birthday is an occasion for you to bake a cake and you don't care if she lives far away and you don't  know her at all, it's is still an excuse to give Dustin something sweet to eat since he won't be able to be with her.

Today's excuse is the Eleven's  C in the  grammar test, not an achievement that deserves a disproportionate amount of cupcakes, as she herself admits, so when you show up at the cabin in the woods with a frighteningly large basket of sweets, the expressions of your friends is not enthusiastic at all and even if you prefer to ignore it you really notice it and silently walk away to smoke.

"Now you eat this damn cupcake" Steve scolds him, trying to force the food into Dustin's mouth, who disgusted rejects it again. He cares about this stupid cupcake like his own life depends on it, maybe Steve will never admit it outloud and he thinks he's also pretty good at hiding it, but he hates to see you sad and cares very, very much about you. To be fair Robin says he doesn't hide it at all, that he's completely incapable of doing it, physically. Hiding his crush on you would be like asking him to go against gravity.

"I don't have a crush!" That's all he can answer.

"I don't want to die! This is torture Steve" Dustin almost screams and Steve slaps him on the back of the head to make him stop. He doesn't want you to hear. "He's not entirely wrong." Robin backs him up, smelling another cupcake and quickly pulling it away from her nose. "I think it's charred" she comments, watching it crumble in her hands. "Yes this is disgusting and y/n will never have to know it, so you" Steve points at Robin. "and you" He then points to Dustin. "And you all will eat what she has made for us with so much love" There is something authoritative in Steve's tone and if it wasn't for Nancy, who certainly isn't scared by her ex boyfriend freaking out about a dessert, maybe to be honest Jonathan would be folded from Harrington's words .

"You know I love y/n but we've been eating everything she makes for weeks. Someone should really tell her baking it's not for her"  The Wheeler girl says crossing her arms over her chest and glancing towards the window where she can see you fidgeting with your cigarette between lips.

"Do you want to break her heart Nance? No because this would certainly be the perfect way to do it" Steve comments as Mike rolls his eyes. "Yes, but in this way y/n destroys my stomach" It is his ironic intervention  but he is also more annoyed than the others. Insensitive, insensitive Wheeler, Steve thinks, shaking his head. Is it possible that no one understands you except him? Steve looks for a while at the cupcake he holds in his hands like a bullet that could kill him, then he turns towards you, beyond the glass of the window the sunlight reflects on your hair and you are so beautiful, so damn beautiful and sweet and special that the idea that others don't know how to appreciate you drives him crazy. He doesn't want to admit it but your new cooking fixation almost scares him, he's afraid there's something worrying you that you can't talk to them about.

The truth is that your friends are facing big changes, some of them are really becoming adults and some others are growing up before your eyes and you have the feeling of standing still, of doing nothing for them, of not being good enough to show them that you love them and that they are your family: that's why you bake, because you feel it's the only way you can give them something of your own, a piece of you, of your time and effort. Yet their expressions make you fear that you have exaggerated, that you are always too much, that you are wrong. You've always had this problem, you don't know half terms and half measures, if you love you love deeply, hard to the point of perhaps making people hate you. That's why you never had the courage to let yourself go with feelings, that's why after years you still haven't told Steve that you love him or Nance that she's your best friend or Max that she's the sister you never had. You try not to think about it and with the last draw of your cigarette you find the courage to go back inside.

"Don't do it Steve" Robin whispers, seriously worried. " It could be carcinogenic"

"Dude" Dustin says placing a hand on the boy's shoulder. "I have loved you"

Steve looks at the cupcake uncertainly, his attention is captured by the door that opens revealing your figure. He smiles at you, hoping that in these weeks of terrible ordeals, you've finally learned something and with an almost trembling hands he brings the dessert to his mouth. It only takes one bite to realize you haven't learned anything and to realize that Steve Harrington has only two options: spit it out now and let you down forever (erasing any chance of success in his 5-step plan to get married and have kids with you in the future within the next four years) or end up in hospital with a second food poisoning within a month. Needless to say, he chooses the latter, without a doubt and without thinking too much about it. Honestly he would do it again a thousand times anyway.

"Mhhhh it's the best thing I've ever eaten" He says, pretending so badly that your gaze goes from the still full basket to Steve's now white face - which has lost color all of a sudden - and then to the doubtful expressions of the others . Max is the first to approach the basket, silently grabbing a cupcake and eating it with a smile on her face closely followed by Lucas and Will, who approaches you to give you a kiss on the cheek and thank you. "Next time I want Eggos though" El comments, giggling as she bites her muffin. You smile and nod. "For you Eggos El, got it"

"You don't eat it?" Jonathan asks you, taking a second bite with difficulty. “Oh no, I'm not a big fan of desserts… They're all for you” you reply, giving him the biggest smile in the world. A smile so wide and happy that Steve has never seen a more beautiful one, for this reason he nudges Jonathan without restraint when he ironically replies. "Oh you're lucky, good choice"

"You should try them you don't know what you're missing" Robin hastens to comment, glancing at her best friend. "Next time, I promise" And now all eyes are on Steve, because it's clear that there doesn't have to be a next time and it's clear that he'll have to tell you. After all, the brilliant idea of ​​lying to you about your baking skills was his, from the beginning.

Love makes people do stupid things, like let themselves be poisoned like this.

Two days later they all have stomach problems, someone more, others less, and Steve receives a call from Nancy, lying in bed with a vomit pan next to her. The conversation sounds more like a threat than a chat between friends . "Tell her" she simply orders without admitting replies, then she hangs up. The only survivor of this sweet massacre is Eddie, who was unable to eat anything due to his allergies. "I'll find a recipe for you too" You swear to him. "Oh you don't have to bother y/n, really." He pauses the "I'm serious, don't do it" He chuckles.

His presence during these days prevents you from missing others too much and Steve has to admit - as well as being a little jealous - that he hates Munson because it also prevents you from noticing the amazing coincidence that all the people who has eaten your cupcakes are now sick. And if you don't notice it by yourself it means that Steve will have to tell you and he really,  really doesn't want to. He's not ready.

But it happens, when he decides to visit you on a Monday morning and catches you in the act. You open the front door for him with a quantity of flour on your face, clothes and face that looks like you blew up a whole package, and he can't to hold back a  laugh while he wipes your nose. "Has a hurricane passed?" He asks.

"I'm still having trouble organizing myself when I bake, but I'll improve on this too" You reply, walking towards the kitchen as he follows you.

"What are you baking?" He question uncertainly, analyzing the bowls on the table. "I'm trying to make a cake for Eddie, you know with his allergies he never got to taste anything" You reply. Eddie, Steve tries to ignore his stupid jealousy. "That's nice of you" He crosses his arms over his chest while he watches you go back to kneading with far too much violence, so much so that it seems you're tormenting the flour. "You should be more delicate in your movements" He advises you. You roll your eyes. "Isn't it enough for you to be an altet , prom king and the hero of the city, now also a baker! Then what, a chef? A rockstar?" You try to hide irritation in your voice, the truth is that for once you want to be good at something and you want Steve to notice. He sighs and goes to wash his hands before walking up to you, he gets behind you and grabs your  own hands, showing you the right movement.

"You know when I turned twelve my mother stopped organizing my birthdays, she was never there and neither was my father. Sometimes they even forgot to call me, let alone buy a cake. So I decided to do it by myself, no, not buying the cake but making it myself. Cooking helps me, it's not only the fact that I had to learn to survive on my own relatively early, but it helps me de-stress." You turn to him, blinking without words. You've never thought his situation was so terrible, Steve has always masked the absence of his parents and his own traumas behind a smile and even now, although there is a sort of melancholy in his eyes, he continues to smile. Suddenly your problems, your anxieties seem small and useless and you feel ashamed of them.

"I'm sorry" You whisper, voice coming out broken.

"And for what?"

"I've never noticed" He comes closer, caresses your hand so small under his. "Hey. That's okay, I'm just saying that I can help you. I have a thousand talents by the way" He plays down and you smile.

"I feel I'm getting pretty good."

This time Steve can't mask the change of expression and this time you can't ignore it.

"What's up?" You ask uncertain.

"I've come to tell you something" He begins, continuing to squeeze your hands gently. "We appreciate what you do, really.."

"But?" You interrupt him, trying to stop the intrusive thoughts: but you're exaggerating, but we think you're crazy, but we're not your friends, but you should give us our space.

"But y/n, I don't know how to tell you... you're a bad baker. Like terrible to be honest. " You stay silent as a weight lift from your heart. "Oh God I really don't want to offend you, we've tried to wait to tell you but yesterday Nance called me, she threw up again, she was feeling terrible and so were the others and they couldn't take it anymore" You burst out laughing. "Are you telling me that in recent weeks you have been ill and still have continued to eat my desserts?" He nods, relieved to see you calm and happy. He doesn't know why he expected to see you cry, I mean it's  y/n we're talking about, the same girl who bravely fought so many monsters, he knows you're strong, he really does but maybe this is what love is: wanting to avoid any disappointment, even the smallest. And Robin is right, there's no reason to keep denying it, Steve Harrington loves you with every part of his being.

"I forced them to eat lately, they were starting to rebel against the idea, that's why they've sent me to tell you"

You shake your head. "You are crazy, you shouldn't have eaten this crap." You say, pulling free from Steve's grip only to point at the misshapen dough. "But you all are also adorable. You are" You continue.

"We love you and we know you do it for us. And also we had hope you would have improved at some point to be honest" He explains, without moving away from you, so close that you're almost crushed between his body and the table. He smells like home and safety and all the good things in life.

"I think this cooking thing is more a way to erase the fear you know, not only to show that I care about you all. It helps me, keeps the nightmares away. Sometimes when I can't sleep I cook and I feel better" You explain, with a little shame bowing your head. With his hands still covered in flour, Steve grips your chin between two fingers, gently he raises your head so that you can look at him and his dark eyes are filled with an emotion that you don't remember ever having seen or felt, so intense that a shiver runs down your spine. He would like to take all of your nightmares, your bad memories, your pain and make them his and if he could go back in time he would do everything to keep you out of this cursed story of the upside down even if this means erasing years of your relationship and returning to the starting point: when Steve Harrington was a douchebag you deeply hated. He would, to make your life better, but he can't and all he is able to do is give you comfort and everything he owns.

"It's honestly way better than our ways of copying, I mean Nancy literally has an arsenal in her room, Jonathan needs to smoke at least a joint to sleep, Robin calls me every damn night and makes me talk to her until she falls asleep, sometimes she runs away from home to come to me cause she knows damn well she will find me awake. And you know what's my brilliant method is? To guard the house, walking around like a zombie  with the bat in my hands. I keep it under my bed and sometimes I hit the air for no reason so trust me you are handling this  way better than us." Without thinking about it you throw yourself into his arms, clinging to his torso and hiding your face in the hollow of his neck, moved by an inexplicable overwhelming affection.

"You know you might come over here sometimes, if you can't sleep." You confess, realizing too late how out of place and misunderstandable your words are. But he hugs you back and places a kiss on your head and you are glad Steve can't to see your face turning red.

"Does anyone need cooking lessons here then?" He asks laughing, while he lets his hands dirty with flour run through your hair, caressing it and at this point you don't even care anymore who's dirtying who, there's just you and him and the burning smell of something you left in the oven, the minty scent of Steve and his words.

"Someone told me there's a great teacher around"

He puffs out his chest in satisfaction and pulls away from you just far enough to look you in the eye.

Sooner or later he will tell you that he loves you, it will happen because he feels his heart overflow, it will happen because he feels that it is his destiny. You are. And you will bake a cake together for your birthday then maybe, if he is lucky enough, for your children's ones. One day, not today. Today he is just your friend Steve who teaches you how to cook, who erases your fears, who creates new happy memories with you and promises to always be there. There is nothing more precious in the world.

[miracles-and-butterflies]

Here's a wholesome idea for Reincarnation. You've already established that Reincarnated Mirabel never had a symbol of her own in real life, the butterfly thing was made up by Disney and was actually just the symbol for the family in general, so what if for her birthday or Christmas, any event where they'd give presents really, they give her a dress decorated with a unique symbol that represents her, perhaps a needle and thread or a book, something unique that highlights her natural gifts and what makes Mirabel Mirabel

None of the Madrigals wears their individualised symbols now, or at least not to the extent of their first lives. It would look weird in the modern era. (That’s not to say they won’t wear something that relates to them, but it would be more of a coincidence than something done intentionally). And it’s enough of a struggle getting Mirabel clothes, let alone something so specific.

And circling back to how weird it would be.

But I don’t want to leave you with nothing, so fuck it, let’s just talk about the girls fashion senses (in the modern era) and shopping.

First off, there’s the obvious change in fashion. They lived in a rural Colombian town stuck in the 1890s, the idea of an accidentally exposed knee would have been scandalous. Never mind some of the outfits seen daily today.

Isabela and Luisa need little convincing to embrace the modern style of dress. Partially because they are both a lot more confident in their own skin than Dolores and Mirabel, and are more than happy to show it off. They didn’t hesitated to ditch the long dresses, skirts and blouses. In fact, you’d probably have to pay them to dress like that again.

Isabela is quite punk rock/biker in her style, which can change. It’s Isa. Leather jacket, metal studs/spikes (because they replicate cacti spines), cool boots, etc. Think Rosa Diaz. She gets very into the idea of dyeing and painting over her purchases, because she likes to have a splatter of colour or several. Very modern and trendy in her style, she’s the most likely to be stopped and complimented in the street. She knows how to dress her body (came with the perfectionism) and is obnoxiously good at it - she usually gets invited by the others to help them with shopping.

Luisa, same with her last life, prioritises comfort. She is a lot more casual in her wardrobe - she can be chic but still comfortable, okay? Ironically, think Jessica Darrow. I’m telling you right now, if she and Jess were the same size, she’d have stolen her entire wardrobe years ago. At the same time, she’s probably the one you could convince to wear some of the most ridiculous pieces of clothing. She’s the theatre kid of the four, always happy to dress up and entertain.

Dolores was a lot more hesitant, but has slowly come around to modern clothing. Very romantic in her style - though she still wears a lot of skirts and dress, never as long as Mirabel - but also on a similar casual line as Luisa. Outfits should be practical, then again that is a sentiment they all share. She’s also more vintage than the previous two but not quite Mirabel’s level of historical (accuracy), she’ll happily mix and match things from several periods and have to deal with Mira complaining for the rest of the day.

Mirabel won’t wear something later than 1950s. Most of her wardrobe is vintage pieces or things made to look vintage. Heels, blouse, full skirt, scarf, etc. Think Sandy in Grease, but she never ditches her original for style a man and does embroidery. Honestly, if she had it her way, she would be dressed in full medieval garb with a veil and headdress, but she knows that she’d get a lot of weird looks for that, so this is the most modern you’re getting. As the years go on, however, she does change her style slightly with her increased comfort and better mental health, embracing a more relaxed feel.

In addition, these girls lived in a time where everything was still tailor made to fit for each person, subsequently getting a new piece of clothing was a bigger deal than it is now. So, the idea of sizes and everything being pre-made, and then also online shopping, was probably a shock to the system.

Isabela greatly enjoys going out shopping. She has zero patience and likes that she can just try on/buy as much as she pleases. Dolores also likes it, more for the independence it gives them. Whereas before the tailor would essentially be the one dressing and styling you, now you are pretty much doing it yourself.

Luisa and Mirabel don’t but that’s because of the bad experiences they have with sizing. Some shops are really good with having things in shop that fit Luisa’s height and muscles in women’s clothes, some are pretty shit with it. Inclusive sizes are only just becoming something of importance to most brands.

Mirabel’s issue is actually with the sizing system, which she has written many an essay on to complain. She is too small for women’s clothing, so she is pretty much stuck in the kids section. However, girls clothes obviously don’t account for fully grown breasts. She can get bottoms, skirts and shoes perfectly fine, but anything else? She’s screwed.

Shopping for swimsuits/bikinis is a nightmare for the pair. Which is a shame because Luisa loves beach/swimwear and gets really excited for it, only to be repeatedly disappointed. Mirabel always feels really uncomfortable at showing more skin and after not finding something that fits, ends up very upset with herself.

So yeah, it’s fun.

[abiiors]

Firsts

Day one of Matty's Birthday Bash! by @the1975attheirverybest. I'm adding all of these to my Series Masterlist. Enjoy :)

Monday: First Birthdays As A Couple - His Birthday

Made myself tear up a bit with this one :,) it's suggestive but no smut

What do you get a man who seems to have everything in life?

He has money, fame, health (he’s been working out lately and looking really delicious), wonderful friends (who are also your friends), a perfect girlfriend (that’s you) and the perfect career! What he doesn’t have, however, is the knowledge that you’re waiting for him in his hotel room to be back from his morning jog. 

Nearly two and half months into the relationship, this is the first time you’re celebrating his birthday as a couple. The nerves twist in your gut, worry gnaws at you heavily. What if he just wants to spend the day with his friends and party the night away? What if he’s not happy about the fact that you’ve shown up here unannounced? The tour is on a break right now but he does still have other things to do; multiple interviews, Dirty Hit stuff, the works! 

A faint beep echoes outside, followed by the sound of a doorknob that indicates his arrival. The butterflies in your stomach flutter—half excitement, half nerves—but as the door opens, you know you’ve made the right decision. 

Matty walks in, damp curls plastered to his forehead, to his cheeks. He’s wiping the sweat off his forehead with the hem of his tank top, toned abs on full display, tattoos glistening in the sunlight. His arms flex from the movement as droplets of sweat run down his throat. And for a moment you stand there dumbstruck just by how attractive he is. 

He freezes for a brief second, trying to take you in but then his face breaks into a big, giddy grin and he comes barreling at you, picks you up in his arms. 

‘What are you doing here?!’ he asks, his tone full of surprise and elation and his mouth is on yours before you have the chance to answer. 

So he has missed you, after all. 

The kiss is deep and long and Matty cannot contain his smile throughout. His hands can’t get enough of you; can’t decide if he should hold you by the waist or hold your face or squeeze your ass which he absolutely loves doing. So he just settles for letting his hands run all over you. You giggle when the thought hits you. 

You haven’t even had the chance to wish him a happy birthday yet. 

Clearly, the post-run pheromones are working quite well. Matty’s knee is pressed between your legs, pushing you against the wall even when the bed is right there. His kisses are hungry, bordering on feverish. He bites your lower lip, letting his tongue in once you open your mouth with a gasp. 

‘Matty,’ you half-moan, almost the start of a sentence but his lips are now hot on your jaw, his hands already under your top. ‘Fuck–stop, stop,’ you gasp out. And as much as you want this to keep going, you have a whole day planned out for him. 

‘What’s wrong,’ he frowns. His hips are still pressed to yours and his excitement is very evident. 

‘Nothing’s wrong,’ you smile at him sweetly and press a kiss onto his lips once again. ‘Happy Birthday, baby!’

Despite his confusion from a moment ago, Matty beams like an excited kid. His eyes go crinkly, his toothy grin is on display and he hums contently. 

‘Are you my gift?’ he asks, eyeing you slowly from top to bottom. So that is still on his mind. But you suspect that that is always on his mind. 

‘I can be,’ you answer just as suggestively, ‘but that’s for later.’

‘Mmm, later sounds promising,’ he winks. His gaze dips back down to your lips, eyes darkening with want and you almost abandon all thoughts once again. 

A sudden feeling of shyness overcomes you. You have spent weeks planning this day. You have bugged his friends to tell you about everything he likes, about restaurants he wants to try and what his usual birthday traditions are. You have spent weeks hounding your friends with ideas, asking them for their opinions on them. And now that it’s finally time for the execution, all of this feels a bit like a test. 

You’ve only really been together for a few months. This is the first birthday to come up in your relationship. This is huge. 

‘What are you thinking?’ he asks, his gaze searching. Some of the heat in his eyes cools, replaced by curiosity. 

‘I planned a day out for us,’ you bite your lip bashfully. The feeling of uncertainty still lingers at the forefront of your mind. ‘If you’d like that, I mean!’ you amend quickly, ‘if there’s something you don’t want to do then we can always—’

Matty quickly cuts you off with another kiss and whatever words of self-doubt were about to make an appearance, die on your lips. 

‘There’s nothing more,’ his lips move up to your nose, pressing a quick kiss on the tip, ‘that I would love,’ another kiss on your forehead this time, ‘than spending my birthday with you.’

He sounds genuinely so excited about it, so earnest that all the negative thoughts melt away and what you’re left with is pure unbridled excitement. 

‘Okay perfect,’ you beam up at him and all but clap your hands in anticipation. ‘Because I’m going to spoil my boy!’

‘I rather like that title,’ he laughs and moves away begrudgingly when you nudge him to. Then for the first time, he sees the shopping bags in the corner of the room. ‘Is that for me?’ he asks with a raised eyebrow. 

And this is your moment to shine! 

‘Okay, so I can’t exactly tell you what the plan of the day is because it’s a surprise,’ you speak in a matter-of-fact tone, moving to get the bags onto the bed. ‘So then obviously I couldn’t ask you to dress a certain way because that would give it away.’

Matty stands in his spot and watches you move around the room, talking animatedly. The room is bathed in golden light and the beautiful skyline of the city is visible behind you from the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. The bed is ruffled, slept-in. The soft smile on his face is one of your favourites. 

Of course, with a relationship so new, it’s too soon to move in together. Especially when he’s away half the time. So it’s not often that you both just get to experience the domesticity of being together. The lull in between the moments of passion. Excited conversations in unmade beds with gentle sunlight streaming in. 

‘I love you,’ he blurts out. 

You drop the bag and go still. Did he really just say what you think he said? You want to ask him again, make sure your brain didn’t make up the same fantasy for the millionth time but he’s way ahead of you. 

He walks up to you again, stands just close enough that your toes are touching. ‘I love you,’ he repeats. 

Your heart thunders in your chest, you brain screams at you to say it back. Come on, coward, you’ve been thinking about it for weeks! But his sudden confession has left you speechless. 

‘You don’t have to say it back,’ he reassures calmly and with surprise you realise that there really is no edge of panic in his eyes. He really did say it without expecting anything in return. 

‘I was supposed to say it first,’ you whisper rather stupidly, still unsure of how your legs are still holding you up. 

Matty laughs; a deeps rich laugh that sends tingles down your spine and makes a blush creep up your cheek. Then he places one hand on your waist and pulls you closer. 

‘I might be the one to say it first,’ he breathes against your skin, ‘but you were the first one to show it. You made an effort to find out my likes and dislikes,’ he smiles. His fingers move gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. ‘You made an effort to care about my life, my friends. You look at me like no one else has,’ he continues, ‘you look at me like I’m your whole world.’

Oh god, this man. The tears are about to come any minute but he’s not done yet. 

‘And…’ he grabs a hold of your hand and places a kiss on your knuckles, ‘you’re here. You’re here for me.’

‘Matty Healy, when did you get so wise,’ you tease through the lump in your throat but all you feel in this moment is pure joy and adoration. 

He simply makes a show of looking superior and then breaks out into a breathtaking smile. His golden eyes shine in the sun, his hair sticks out in all directions, he smells of old cologne and sweat and he’s simply the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. 

‘So you’re really not gonna say it back?’ he teases again and pouts to drive the point home. 

You laugh at him and shake your head. ‘Matty, you’re an idiot!’

[melancholysway]

I know it says that the asks are closed but, I do want to throw this out there for when they do become open again.

Can we have the fem S/O give their turtle a gift for their birthday and it happens to be multiple positive pregnancy tests?

Yes!

also please note: DO NOT do this to your s/o if you both aren't ready to have kids. That's terrible and might even ruin the relationship. Personally if I was a guy and wasn't ready for kids I wouldn't want this as a present. It'll literally ruin my birthday LMAO. (does that sound harsh? sorry ya'll)

So, I'm writing these in the scenario that you've both talked about having kids and are actively trying to have them.

also! I'm so sorry for being inactive! school is whooping my ass and my job! i'm trying my best to get these out without having you guys wait too long!

TMNT 2007 Headcanons: Fem!S/O Giving their Turtle a Positive Pregnancy Test as a BDay Gift!

Leonardo

lowkey so fucking excited

like the thought of a mini leo running around makes him so happy seriously

he will go on and on and on (and on and on) about how he wants to be the one to teach the baby ninjitsu

"it'll run in their blood just wait and see"

he also wasn't expecting the test to come on his birthday of all days

after trying for a while to get pregnant (wink wink) he just wasn't sure it was possible. A human and a mutant? the odds are super low.

like, scientifically low.

So when you bought the 3 pack of tests for extra reassurance, you thought the best way to tell him was on his birthday that was upcoming.

You don't make it a big scene, you give him the wrapped-up gift in private

"Another gift? You're spoiling me, love" He opens the gift up, confused on what it could be

And tadaa! it's not one, not two, but THREE positive tests!

He's speechless for a moment. You were nervous. Did he not want kids anymore? Was it not the right time for this sort of thing? You were both trying so hard tha-

"I'm going to be a dad."

"I'm going to be a dad!" His smile starts to grow, and after getting up he just hugs you so tight and goes to tell his own father.

He also wants to know immediately if it's a boy or a girl- he's so excited that he forgets you're not able to tell in the first few weeks.

Showers you in butterfly kisses all over your face. He's so happy, that he actually yells it out into the sewers that he's gonna be a dad. He can't stop saying it

And he won't ever stop saying it, he doesn't care, he's ready. So so ready.

Leo would be such a good dad guys omg.

Raphael

At first, raph doesn't want kids.

It sucks, but you have to respect it. He's not obligated to say yes, and vice versa

You wonder why, and when he finally tells you the reason, it's almost comical.

he doesn't think he would be a good dad.

It's just- he's so...big...and violent...and, well, wouldn't the baby be scared of him or something?!

"I'm not just telling you this because I'm yours, Raph, but I 1000% think you would make an amazing father."

He takes it with a grain of salt. He's unsure. He doesn't wanna hurt the baby or anything.

But, he's so gentle with you, and you let him know that.

Once you give him some time and reassure him, he caves in and says yes.

"I got this, babe."

He tries oh so hard to get you pregnant. To keep this blog PG-17, I won't go into detail, but you get the idea (wink wink)

Him and Donnie are two peas in a pod, so he's going to Donnie at least once a day to ask him what he's doing wrong or right when it comes to getting you pregnant. Not only that, but he's asking Donnie if it's possible- if it's truly possible he can have a baby with you.

“If I'm almost a 6-foot talking walking mutant turtle, anything is possible, Raph.”

It's been a few months, and once you take a test and says it's positive, you could cry.

You contain yourself, saving the test where raph won't see it- you hide it in Donnie's lab.

It's now a secret between you and the purple terrapin.

Donnie suggests you give him it as a present. Raph's been getting amped up about possibly being a dad, plus his birthday is almost here, so why not surprise him that way?

And, you do.

It's so sudden and you do it so nonchalantly that he has to do a double take when he opens the box.

He's in shock for a bit, as he was starting to lose hope it wouldn't be possible, but here it is, sitting right in front of him.

He puts it aside and gives you such a passionate kiss, you become weak in the knees.

He's gonna be a father. He's gonna be a dad- just like Master Splinter was to him.

He wants to be the best father he can be, and thinks about all the things he wants to teach his kid when they start to grow up.

"I want 'em to be like you, but wit my good looks."

It's the sweetest compliment he could give you, and it's one of those rare times that he smiles. Right now, he's smiling at you, at the box, and at life.

Donatello

This turtle is nervous.

He already knows the science behind everything, he knows there’s a slim chance of you actually being pregnant, but he still wants to try.

Donnie thinks he wouldn't know how to parent despite reading so much and watching and experiencing parenting himself. He was basically raised by a single dad

and if Splinter can take care of 4 mutant turtles as a mutant rat, then Donnie can raise a mini him

Very on top of your cycle, he wants to know what phase you're in so that it increases the chances of getting you pregnant

makes sure you're eating enough nutrient-rich foods and drinking enough water for higher chances of pregnancy, yes ya'll it helps!

he tracks how you're feeling and such which is really sweet of him. Dating Donnie is basically dating a doctor.

And after months and months of trying hard for a baby, you're shocked as you're looking at 3 different positive pregnancy tests.

You weren't expecting it today- as it was Donnie's birthday, and being pregnant hadn't been on your mind for a few days until today. Yes, you noticed your period was late, but you assumed it was from the slight stress you were experiencing, you wanted today to be special for him and were focused on just that- and what do you know, you have his ultimate birthday gift inside you at the moment.

Donnie does so much for everyone else that you wanted to spend it with him being pampered like the king he is

It all goes well, and he couldn't be happier

just when he thinks the day is done you whip out this tiny purple box from behind your back and he's super confused. He got so many things today from you, and you had another trick up your sleeve?

He goes to sit in his swivel chair at his work table and opens it, looking at you sheepishly when he opens it to reveal all the positive tests you took this morning

"I found out this morning, and I thought this would be a good gif- Donnie!"

He picks you up and twirls you around, cheering with you that you're going to be parents- finally!

Though he's a little nervous, he has enough knowledge- deep down Donnie really thinks he would be pretty decent at the whole dad thing.

He sets you down and kisses you, thanking you for being his.

Michelangelo

Okay, this turtle couldn't be any happier

will NOT shut up about it at all

He goes to Donnie a lot to give him advice on how to get you pregnant (tmi, but whatevs,) and Donnie tells him about ovulation, fertility, the whole nine yards

so he utilizes those windows in your cycle, the better chance to get you pregnant am i right?

he's not really thinking about how low the chances are, he thinks if he's lucky enough to be with someone like you, he'll have enough luck stored up to have a kid!

Once his birthday comes around, you decide to surprise him with it once he wakes up

"Happy birthday, Mikey. I think you'll like it a lot."

and he does

he's still wiping his eyes from his deep sleep but he's still super excited as to what his first gift on his birthday would be

"Thanks! You got me sticks?" Whoops. You may have forgotten to have them facing up. Either that or he's still not fully awake

"No, Mikey, turn them over,"

It takes him a bit, but he got the gist. You could tell once he shot out of bed

"No way! Everybody, I got a kid for my birthday!"

Cue Mikey waking everyone up in the Lair to tell them the news

He tells Leo first, he's the lightest sleeper anyway- and he's so happy for his baby brother

Now everyone's awake, he's already deciding on names (an equal amount of boys and girls names,)

You didn't even get that far as to names, but he's literally 20 steps ahead of you, I'm talking asking April what kinds of clothes she thinks would fit on a half mutant half human baby

But seriously, this is a great gift for Mikey! It's what you both have been wanting.

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taglist:

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masterlist

[pisspope]

Reiner birthday hcs because I'm sick in the head

Y/N's Birthday specifically (and also modern!au because it's more fun)

- reiner absolutely cannot WAIT to wish u a happy birthday. Calls you at 12:00 AM on the dot and sings u happy birthday like it's his gotdamn birthright. voice is all gravelly and sleepy and shit. "did you stay up just to wish me happy birthday?" "no I set an alarm for 11:30 and hit snooze every 5 minutes so I wouldn't fall back to sleep"

- can't be with u during the day because he's working but takes every opportunity to send u little birthday emojis and shitty little Facebook stickers

- specifically the sugar cubs iykyk

- can't bake so he orders one of those fancy pre-made Walmart cakes well in advance. 100% has your favorite IP on it ((gabis idea)).

- walks into ur house shortly after work with his lil baby yoda/pokemon/hello kitty cake cradled in his arms, immaculately wrapped gifts under each arm (he rewrapped at least 3 times to get it perfect)

- gabi and falco trailing in behind him because he picked them up from middle school. gabis all "this better be a good party because I'm missing softball practice"

- it's quaint and nice and you're technically babysitting but u wouldn't have it any other way. the look of despair on reiners face when he gets hit with all of falcos draw 4 cards in uno is priceless

- soon the kids settle down and go play mario kart or something. just u and reiner alone cleaning up in the kitchen and dining room. u love the hubbub of the little gremlins but this is just as wonderful, if not more so

- he wraps his arms around you as your wiping down the table "sorry I couldn't do more on a work day baby. promise I'll make it up to you." like this wasn't super fun and perfect as is. "this is wonderful, rei. you don't need to worry about it."

- but of course he does worry about it. picks u up on a free weekend for a nice dinner. brings flowers, buys a bottle of wine, checks everything off the list. not everyone gets two perfect birthdays, but with reiner you do

- he drives you home, the world is quiet and tiny in his little beater of a car. the top of his head grazes the ceiling and a bump in the road would probably leave a bruise. god he's adorable

- he parks the car and absolutely BOLTS from the driver's seat to get the door for you. an absolute gentleman, walks you to your front door, gives you a chaste kiss. "happy birthday sweetheart" u grab him by the tie, pull him in for more. no resistance from him, that's for sure

- "I know you're just being romantic with those butterfly kisses, rei. but if it's really my birthday, I'm gonna need a little more than that."

- and who is he to deny you?

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emoji writing prompts

(inspired by this post)

96 prompts up to your interpretation. take literally, reverse, mix and match! (works well with taking ask suggestions, using random number generators, or rolling dice)

1-6 genre or tone:

🥰 fluff

💔 angst | sad ending | angst with a happy ending

🔞 smut | explicit | suggestive

🔍 mystery

🎃 spooky | horror

😎 crack | humor | meme inspired

+ 1-90 prompts:

🌸 hanahaki | pining | mutual pining

⌛ time travel | reincarnation | time loop | time is running out | immortality | time hijinks | this time they will do it right (do they?)

✉ epistolary | chat fic | letters | postservice au

🧙‍♂️ magic | urban magic | fantasy | be careful what you wish for

☕ coffee shop | restaurant | food industry

🩹 hurt/comfort | fix-it fic

💭 mind-melt | mind-reading | telepathy

🏳‍🌈 queer | queerer | unique queer experience relevant to exactly one person

🌊 merfolk au | stranded on an abandoned island | pirates

🍀 everything goes right | luck doesn't exist but somebody really does make it seem like it does

🥀 unrequited love | dealing with loss | grief

📆 slice of life

📦 delivery | package sent to the wrong address | swapped luggage/suitcase | there's some kind of mix-up happening | move in

🎬 celebrity | actor | PR hell | youtuber | streamer au

💻 internet | social media | bloggers | fandom au | two customers with radically different reviews on a product and they take it personally

🔪 revenge | murder | assassin

📞 wrong number | wrong address | wrong person | customer service | tech support | long distance

🩺 doctor | sick fic

⚽ sports | team | competition | challenge | dare

💍 engagement | marriage | arranged marriage | marriage of convenience | accidentally married | poorly-timed proposal

💋 first kiss | first relationship | first romantic experience | teaching one another how to Romance

👑 royalty | nobility | servant | butler | unequal power dynamic | undying loyalty

🎨 any artist au

🎁 gifts | surprise | keepsake | christmas | holiday | birthday

🤰 pregnancy | mpreg | alternative offspring acquisition options

👶 baby | kidfic | de-aged | age regression | accidental kid acquisition | single parent(s)

👥 resurrection | came back wrong | dark alternate character | came back right but everything else is changed

🦋 butterfly effect - change a seemingly insignificant detail in source material and write how it affects the story

🐾 pet au | animal transformation | pet acquisition | animal-to-human transformation | object-to-human transformation | object-to-animal transformation (you get the drift)

👻 ghost | afterlife | paranormal | supernatural | modern supernatural | mixed supernatural genes

😈 demon | a different kind of hell | pact | soul as acceptable transaction payment | the villain's in charge now

🤡 idiots in love | platonic buffoons | only one brain cell among them | they're so stupid

🏳️ surrender | hope | bargaining

❔ oblivious | didn't know they were dating | mistaken identity | amnesia | nobody remembers them

🛡️ protect | guardian | bodyguard | rescue

💼 office | workplace

✂️ separation, chosen or forced | abandoned | cutting ties

🎓 school | university | academic professions | mentor

🏠 domestic | roommates | neighbours

🧩 soulmates (ideas) | platonic soulmates | destined to be enemies | 3+ soulmates

🏖️ beach episode | change of scenery | more than 'a lot' self-indulgent

🏩 pwp | escort | sex worker | stripper | sugar relationship

🤝 found family | putting differences aside to work together

🧬 appearance/body/behaviour modification | shrunk down | made bigger

💾 found a lost disc/usb drive/notebook/diary | lost phone | decades-old journal/letters found among the belongings of a person who's no longer there

⚖️ getting justice, one way or another | rebellion | protest | doing the dirty work so others can thrive | balance | lawyers au

⚙️ android | futuristic | science fiction | physical workers | making it work

👁 obsession | abduction | kept captive | hostage | stalker | drugged | private detective au

⚠️ make it as messed up as you want | forbidden | taboo

🕳️ something is missing | unsettling | out of the corner of the eye | nearly, almost, not quite | not enough

🤞 must pretend | spy | secret identity | identity reveal | undercover | fake dating | secret relationship | fake-married | fake [insert role] | essentially, they must pretend to be somebody they're not/to be in a dynamic they're not

✨ under a spell | truth compulsion | forced to say the opposite of what they mean | a curse made them do x

🐌 slowburn | sped-up slow burn | over the years

🧸 childhood friends (to a dynamic of choice) | separated in childhood, reunited in adulthood

⚔ enemies (to a dynamic of choice) | meddling enemies | rivals (to a dynamic of choice)

🔁 transmigration | isekai | swapped places | role reversal | body swap

🔀 crossover | fusion | characters from X piece of media put in the world of the last piece of media you've enjoyed | make it your favourite piece of media from your childhood

⁉ miscommunication | misunderstanding | wrong place, wrong time

🔆 harem | reverse harem | poly relationship

🛏 bedsharing | accidentally falling asleep on one another | passing out | dream-sharing | invite to stay over

🔮 fairytale | mythology | folklore | legend | prophecy

😶 love triangle | two-person relationship/love triangle (they know each other as two people) | one-night stand turns out to be the new boss/professor/awkward dynamic

🔒 forced proximity | locked in a room | trapped together | handcuffed together | snowed in

🤲 huddling for warmth | sharing body heat | touch starved

💬 rumours | lies | misconceptions and dealing with them

💥 set off the (conflict) bomb | right before the blow-up | argument | fight | pranks

✊ superheroes and supervillains | superpowers | the chosen one(s) | deemed to be the cursed/unlucky one

🔥 rebirth | sacrifice | sacrifice of something other than their life | destruction | letting go | ritual | change

💁‍♀️ spite fic (write literally anything you like that fandom/somebody else complained about that you disagree with) aka "they're wrong and i'm going to keep having fun"

#️⃣ love at second/third/nth sight | meet ugly | annoyed at first sight | reluctant

🖤 blind date goes right | blind date goes wrong | stood up | matchmaker

🚗 travelling together | commute | road trip | hitchiking

❕ confession | interrupted confession | confessing when it doesn't matter anymore

🚫 getting what they want but not in the way they want it | not like this

🖊 doomed from the start | it was always going to end like this | it didn't have to end this way

🐱‍👤 did a crime on accident | did a crime very much not on accident

👭 doppelgangers, lookalikes | twins | they meet their alternate self from an alternate word/different time

👂 as they go through their day, they hear a voice and it's strangely familiar (oh no) | the voice in their head actually has their best interest in mind | two souls trapped in one body fighting for control

❌ the plot is trying to incite an event for them but they refuse to have any part in it and they will outrun it

🍸 alcohol/substance use | in vino veritas | choices were made and all that's left is regrets | choices were made and there are some gains actually | remembers nothing of what they did while drunk (others may be kind enough to spare no detail)

👍 support group | dealing with issues | compromise

82. 👪 meet the family | meet the friends 83. 💰 CEO | rich x ordinary | two different worlds collide 84. 🌠 rarepair! | rarer! | unlikely friends 85. ⚡ The Realisation | oh moment | oh no moment | learning something crucial yet horrifying they wish they could forget | the antagonist was right after all 86. 0️⃣ last day alive | apocalypse | they truly only have each other left 87. ✔ it was somebody's plan all along | they sure were aware the whole time it was somebody's plan all along | scheme | trap | gotcha | test 88. 🎲 choose an action for character to take and roll d20 - that's how well it goes, write it 89. ➕ anything at all inspired by an emoji not from this list sent in an ask or randomly generated 90. ® get a string of 3+ random emojis from an emoji generator (e.g. this one or this one or any other) and write a story based on them

if you're disappointed that a prompt you wanted to find isn't on the list, take it as a sign to write it 👀

and if none of these spark creativity, check out Hatch's Plot Bank with 2300+ plot ideas

screenshots of the emojis under the cut

[hesperioae]

To Agni On His Birthday

Agni x reader, Agni x oc. Female s/o. Mostly head-canons and reader-insert.

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.

Rabindranath Tagore

You certainly spend some time thinking and wondering about Agni’s birthday before making up your mind. You observe him, ask some questions here and there… You clearly do not wish to pressure him, to look imposing in any way. You know there are cultural differences, and you must respect his customs… You also have the strong feeling he welcomes you in his life, and he is happy to experience different things with you.

It has been almost a year since you found him in the library that evening, at the Phantomhive’s manor. He was alone checking up some books before Soma’s lesson the next morning, and you had been ruminating a work problem, a letter that Ciel had entrusted you to write.

The circumstances in which you two interacted for the first time and how long it took you to feel attracted to each other do not matter now. But that night in the library, Agni gave you an idea for your letter without realizing it, and you decided to reward him with an experience, a walk to the gardens to witness something special in the middle of the night. He considered consulting first with the prince whether to exit the manor into the gardens that late at night, alone with you, but after seeing prince Soma sleeping soundly, Agni decided not to disturb him and accompany you.

You gently and mysteriously escorted him through. After a while, he asked with his calmed deep voice: “It is good that you know the way, my Lady. I have never been to the gardens at night. Do you come here often, after dark?” As the night breeze played with your hair, and the moon light produced a rather refreshing effect on your skin, you replied: "I do. The gardens at night give me a comfort I can hardly find elsewhere. This way, please." You said entering a small greenery tunnel and accessing the forest.

Agni was curious as to why the gardens at night brought you comfort, since he enjoyed so much the explosion of colors in daylight. He asked, so that he could better appreciate the same sights. Agni followed you carefully, matching your pace despite his very long legs, so that he would not be ahead or behind you. "I guess... It is the quietness? It is quiet to all my senses. I am a bit oversensitive and... daytime, though endearing, sometimes overwhelms me." You said thoughtfully as you two passed by a creek.

Agni understood how the quietness could allow us to appreciate the many other senses that were not usually focused on due to the noise of the day. And he could see how daytime could be overwhelming for someone who was sensitive.

You then accessed a clearing and a group of bushes with tiny tubular flowers that looked almost like small stars and had a fresh sweet perfume. The Night Blooming Jasmine or Lady of the Night were open in the evening and would close the next morning. “Tonight, they flourish for you, Agni. Thank you for joining me and indulging me." You said taking a sit on a rock as stylishly as you could.

Agni sits down next to you, and looks at the beautiful flowers, admiring their color and shape and thinking about how wonderful they were. “We call them Raat Rani in India, Queen of the Night. I had not seen this happen since I was a kid. It would have been a shame to miss them. It is a very special gift. Thank you so much.” He said in a low voice.

"I thank you also for trusting me." You replied. "This manor is beautiful and dangerous. Thank you for not thinking I was trying to lure you into a trap or something. We first met rather recently, after all."

“Trust is a mutual agreement.” He said with a smile. “You have been kind to me and my prince. It is true that the manor can be dangerous, especially at night, and I hope that we are not attacked. But no, I feel I can trust your favor. It is beautiful here.”

"Beauty can be dangerous, but not necessarily." You said protecting yourself from the mild night cold. "You and your master are lucky to have each other."

“I do feel very blessed to be my prince's trusted khansama and friend. I was very lucky to have met him, and it still does not feel quite real to me. You are correct, we are indeed very lucky.”

The night was still blissful, but darker. A firefly took refuge on your shoulder. The sky turned into a sea of black and blue with shining sparks.

Agni felt truly fortunate to have been able to come out and see all this with you, and the night only grew more peaceful for him. He hoped the firefly would stay there for a long time, it was very beautiful and fitting to him that it had chosen to land where it had.

“Did you find your partner, Agni? Or you feel you are still looking for them?” You asked looking at the firefly.

He looked saddened for a moment, and it took him some time to answer “It… it appears I still want some forgotten things. Some very old dreams still haunt me, for better and for worse.”

You took Agni's left hand and placed the firefly in it softly. You caressed his hand carefully.

“You are so kind to me. I do not deserve these things. You are giving me too much. There are many better people you could be giving all this kindness and care, but... I must say it is quite nice to be so cared for. There is something so very calming about you…” He said a bit shakily with his rich voice.

You made sure to thank him as well for his compassion and kindness. And then you came closer to him and kissed his lips.

He was slightly taken aback at your gesture and did not immediately return it, though he did not pull back his head or try to repel it. You could almost feel the tension and the struggle in him.

After a moment, he gently placed his hand against your face, slowly bringing you closer as the kiss grew more passionate.

He suddenly woke up some hours later. A firefly glinted by his window and a soft perfume of minty jasmine was lingering... He had a joyful demeanor, but the kind of happiness you had brought to him scared him. That was the night of his birthday.

The next day, your silky high-pitched voice made him turn around in the middle of a corridor. You approached him radiantly and as you walked next to him, you told him Ciel needed to come to France with you for a while, to La Province, where you currently live.  You extended the invitation to Agni and Prince Soma, to stay there for a season or two with you. You spoke gently but clearly, your eyes showing an inner glow.

Agni's eyes widened slightly as you spoke, and he stared at you for a moment, looking quite shocked by your proposition. After a moment, he cleared his throat and spoke.

"This is a surprise. To think such an offer would be extended to us... well, we are humbled by it, that's for sure."

He smiled at you warmly. "I shall speak to my prince, and we shall see what he thinks. If he agrees to it, then I shall gladly come with him."

Many aspects of his destiny were connected to that of his prince. You knew that. You had planned to snatch both Agni and his prince away from the dangers of the underworld, to provide Agni with help and support in the task of assuring the achievement of Soma’s best potential.

You came closer to him and promised to make them feel as comfortable and safe as possible. You also asked him playfully and enticingly if he or the prince spoke a bit of French.

Agni flushed somewhat as you came closer and spoke like this. But he tried his best to stay composed and maintain his professionalism, and he replied without losing his warm and kind attitude.

"I do know some basic words and phrases of French, but my knowledge is a bit lacking, I must admit. I shall try to improve and learn more before we come - if we come," He added, looking at you with a grin. "And my prince is a very quick learner, he will no doubt pick up the language in no time."

You smiled visibly pleased and told him you lived in a small castle near a medieval city, that there was much nature around, but people had cosmopolitan tastes as well. You could possibly find some of his spices in the big market, and some others you could import, to a certain extent. You knew cooking was a huge topic for him. You raised your hand softly to his cheek and dared to caress him.

After some hesitation, Agni leaned into your touch, allowing himself to relax and take it all in. He looked at you with a fond expression.

"Your home sounds beautiful. My prince is quite a lucky person to have a lady who is so kind, and thoughtful on his side... Not to mention so charming," He added, slightly blushing as he spoke the last part. "And, yes, I do love to cook for my prince. I take it that you also enjoy good cuisine and fine food?"

You smiled affectionately to him and explained you did. However, some experiences in your life had made your meals more and more plant based with time. You added a bit sheepishly that you were not actually used to hot-spicy food.

He smiled at you, and his expression remained warm and genuine. He explained there were many plant-based options in Indian cuisine, that Brahmins in Bengal were mostly vegetarian and sometimes ate fish, that there was a wide variety of flavors, and many dishes could easily be made for those who preferred a softer seasoning. “We are very adaptable, and we can always adjust to suit your tastes," He replied in a friendly and knowledgeable fashion. "Now, is there anything else I could be helpful to you, my lady? I am always happy to be of service.”

That was a little too tempting to hear. You looked around and subtly stretched up all you could to reach his ear and graze it with your lips. "I much look forward to being of service to you," You whispered, and then looked at him intently.

Agni blushed and blinked a bit nervously, but he remained calm and composed, and he spoke with a warm and kind demeanor as always.

"As do I. There is no doubt that it will be a wonderful experience to come to France with you. I shall be forever grateful for this opportunity."

He looked at you and smiled. "I look forward to showing you around Bengal someday and introducing you to our culture as well."

Your eyes sparked genuinely since you could not be more excited. You found his culture very interesting and had already started to learn Hindi.

"I shall be sure to tell my prince of your beautiful invitation. And I do not doubt that he shall take it seriously, as we both very much appreciate kindness and generosity.” He smiled at you warmly. "Now, is there anything else I can help you with, my lady?"

"There is much you can help me with, dear Agni. But that will have to wait." You replied gently while you walked away towards Ciel, who was requesting your attention at that moment.

Agni watched you with an adoring expression as you walked away, and he could not help but feel a bit of sadness as you left. But at the same time, he knew he had to behave professionally, and so he bowed his head respectfully and gave you a friendly smile, before turning to return to work.

You had first addressed him as Monsieur Agni. He had politely and swiftly insisted on dispensing with the title, since he preferred you called him simply Agni. He had insisted, however, on always calling you “my lady”, despite your friendly disposition to be treated less formally. It would be a long time before he finally whispered your name some months later between the sheets and at a rather heated moment.

It has been a year since that, and it was Agni’s birthday again.

Even when Prince Soma could change his mind any time soon, the Black Perigord forests had watched him grow fond of the colors, the light, the people, the subjects he was studying… You did your best to surround him every now and then with artists, scientists, and philosophers from different countries who visited your place. He even made good friends with your son, who was a bit older than the prince. You thought they could be a good influence on each other.

Of course, sometimes people talked about the solitary widow who looked far too young for her age, who often locked herself away in her forest where hunting was banned, and had now the company of a foreigner from the far East. Those things did not disturb your mind if Agni and your family had not been disturbed. He was thriving, though. He had made everybody in your small castle like him and be pleased to work with him. And despite his past, his life was growing a bit more and more balanced now.

The morning of his birthday, among the quiet stony walls of your chateau, Agni accepts -despite those many years when his birthday was just another day of work- and lights some lamps. He prays and meditates early. He thanks Kali, his star Dhanishtha, and his mother. He then goes along with you and Soma distributing food and presents in Sarlat-la-Canéda. You accept enjoying daylight with him this time. You two go alone and visit the forest in the afternoon. Your hand in his larger one, you walk calmly taking in the splendor. In the evening, you feast with him, Soma and your other loved ones.

A quiet simple life you hope will last for many years to come.

...

I apologize for any mistake because English is not my first language and I had not written fanfiction in a very long time.

Everything for this lovely fictional man on his birthday. August 24th 2023.

[edogawa-division]

It was only but a few hours left in the day and until Yuriko Kuromiya’s birthday is over, the birthday woman herself was sitting in the living room of the home she shared with Kaoru and Kanra, enjoying a rare moment of peace and quiet as she drank her tea and read from her novel. The sound of the doorbell ringing throughout the house made her pause and raise a brow, placing a bookmark in the spot where she was reading, she had set her novel down and got up from her couch, walking towards the door, she opened it to reveal no one but a neatly wrapped gift sitting on the porch of the house.

Furrowing her brow in confusion, she nonetheless picked up the box and walked back inside, shutting the door behind her. Walking back to the living room, she placed the gift on the table and sat back down on the couch as she inspected the present, it was wrapped in pink wrapping paper with silver butterflies and had a big sparkly bow on top, the white haired woman immediately knew that it was from someone in the Saitama Team which made her relax a bit as she had a good/neutral relationship with all the members.

Opening the gift, she was greeted with three items, all of high quality and quite beautiful, there was also a card too and Yuriko picked it up and read what was inside.

Inside the card was $100,000 and a message written inside, “Happy Birthday, Yuriko. Sorry I couldn’t be there to hand these in person, I would’ve loved to see your reaction but I had some…business to take care of, y’know how it is, I do hope you enjoy what I got for you, perhaps you’ll send me a pic? Kidding, kidding, I hope you have a wonderful day, babes. — Lola Takahashi.”

Smiling in amusement at the card, Yuriko set it aside and looked back at the items still in the box, reaching inside, she pulled out the first item which was a pair of purple gothic metal claws.

Pulling out the second item was a elegant hair pin made out of solid gold of a bat with an onyx gem at the center.

And finally, pulling out the third item was….well, calling it a dress would be way too generous, it was borderline a lingerie outfit but it was enough to cover any private parts but still left very, very little to the imagination.

Happy Birthday Yuriko! 💜

Yuriko huffed in amusement at the model’s antics. While on a surface level, they couldn't be any more different. Yuriko would say she enjoyed Lola's company, unlike a certain someone from Okinawa.

An idea popped into Yuriko’s head, and while she usually never entertained ideas like this, doing it once in a while wouldn’t hurt. Making a final decision as she picked up the gifts, Yuriko strolled to her room a smirk on her face.

– A Little While Later, Saitama –

A certain model was in her penthouse still riding the high of embarrassing her rival when a loud ping came from her phone signaling she got a message. Checking her messages, Lola did a double take at what she saw.

It was of Yuriko seductively lying on her bed wearing the outfit Lola had given her. However, the bust of the dress was unhooked, leaving Yuriko’s…sizable assets exposed with only her long white hair to preserve her modesty. Heck, to complete the photo, the retired assassin was even blowing a kiss to the camera.

Just for you, Lola. Lucky girl. – Yuriko

[fairybond]

Birthday hcs! (doing them now so i dont forget on the 24th)

In her earlier years, her birthday presents were rarely given on her actual birthday, as her father was typically so absorbed in his work that he had no idea what day it was in general, and her (foster) mother wasn't often around on the day to give her any presents, though she did try send her packages and hoped they would arrive in time. When she ended up at the orphanage, the people running it did their best to make sure all kids got something on their birthdays, it was quite the surprise to Levy, who had learnt to never expect or hope for anything.

As she began to make friends with other kids, particularly ones that joined or were involved with Fairy Tail, she made an effort to make note of their birthdays and give them something on the day if she could. She still makes the effort with her friends on their birthdays now and never takes it for granted when she gets gifts (or anything) on her birthday.

She considers the day that Shadow Gear formed as the team's birthday, so she makes sure to have special plans with Jet and Droy on that day. They tend to go to dinner somewhere nice and exchange small gifts.

One of her favourite gifts to receive on her birthday is of course books, but she also loves getting craft supplies or any 'hobby starter kit' type packs, as she loves trying new activities and hobbies. Lisanna got her a candle making kit one year and Levy was obsessed with it for a good while (and still enjoys making candles now).

Other gifts she loves are anything bird, butterfly, or flower themed. She has quite a collection of art, ornaments, and accessories that are related to those.

When it comes to cakes, Levy has quite a few she likes, such as; coffee cake with caramel sauce, carrot cake, and lemon cake.

More than anything, she just loves to spend her birthday with her closest friends.

[hypegirl1]

May the Evil rise again (Part 1)

AN: I had an idea about writing this story the other day,and I think it can be good.Please remember that this is pure fiction

Summary: After years since the Earth and the magic dimenssions colapsed,the world is pure peace since there is no magic. That was years ago,now,Aurora,the daughter of Marco and Star,is determined to know how the world was before when magic existed and bring it back,because why did it disappeared?And most important,how?

Who is Aurora and what paper does she play here?:She is the daughter of Marco and Star,she was created by the fandom many years ago,you can search her up to know her physically. She is the narrator and main character in this story,she´s 15 years old in this fic.The story happens years after the last episode in season 4 of SVTFOE,after the Earth and the magic dimenssions colapsed

Word count:1534

As I looked through the window,the sun of Mewni started to rise,it was a peaceful summer morning,another one,I love living here with my parents,but sometimes it´s boring,my mom always tells me how when she was a teenager magic existed,but that´s the only thing I know,I think there is something else about it,but I don´t know what it is,neither my mom or my dad tell me how life was when magic existed,or if they lived any adventures about it,they just tell me that they met on Earth and one day,both dimenssions collapsed,but what else? I don´t think that 2 dimenssions just casually colapse one day,but who knows,if magic was real,anything could have been possible,but I´ll never know.

"Aurora honey are you awake?Breakfast is ready"

"Yeah,I´ll go now"

That was my mom,Star,Star Butterfly,she is married with my dad,Marco Diaz,I just know that they both met at Earth when mom went there,but I don´t know the details about how they met,I don´t know the details about anything,and that pisses me off! For some reason,my parents never tell me nothing about back then,not only my parents,but everyone that lived there never tells me anything,and not even the kids my age know what happened back then,it's like if all of a sudden all the adults decided to forget what happened...and I hate it.

"Aurora?The breakfast will get cold!"

"Coming!"

I put on my house slippers and went downstairs to see my mom and dad having breakfast at the big table.

"Morning mom,morning dad"

"Good morning sweetie,did you sleep well?"

"Yeah dad"

"That's good,because we need to talk"

"About- what?"

Oh no,what happened now?I mean I do get in trouble sometimes,but it's nothing heavy,what did I do?

"Your birthday is in a few weeks,and we were thinking about preparing your quinceañera,what do you think?"

"Oh no,she will not have a quinceañera,you know what happened in mine"

"What happened in your quinceañera mom?"

Both my mom and dad looked at each other for a second and said nothing,did the party not go well? I don't see why my mom wouldn't like a birthday party,she loves parties.

"Oh,nothing honey,forget that,but,if you really want a quinceañera,you will have it,take your time to think about it,now let's have breakfast"

"Fine..."

Again,my mom did it again,everytime she mentions something and I ask her about it,she never answers,that one time I asked her why there was a castle on Mewni and who lived there,she straight up ignored me.

"What will you want for your birthday?You will be turning 15,anything special that you will like as a gift?"

"Oh uhm,I'll have to think about it"

"Just tell me when you're ready honey"

We had breakfast peacefully,and then it came to my mind,the gift I wanted,I wanted answers.I will ask my parents everything,what happened at mom's quinceañera?how did they exactly met?why can't we enter at the castle and who lived therr?Now,the problem is that I don't know if I will get them,but I could try.

"I think I know what I want for my birthday"

"What is it?"

"Answers"

"Oh Aurora if you want answers you should ask your dad,he was an A+ student in school"

"No not those kind of answers,I want to know...why and how- did the magic disappeared?"

"I- Aurora we can't tell you that,It's better for you to not know about this stuff,better for everyone,it's dangerous"

"Fine..."

Well,I already tried,now it was my turn to get the answers all by myself. The castle is surrounded by security guards 24/7,so it's hard to get in,but I'll go at night,when there's less vision.

When 10 pm hit the clock,I said goodnight to my parents and went to my room,to prepare without them knowing,I left a few pillows on the bed so that they couldn't suspect. I took my lantern and went through the window,there are a few plants hanging from the walls outside that helped me go down without getting hurt.

The moon was shining as always,I loved watching the moon,it always remembers me of grandma and mom,they always looked very happy together.I had to be careful or my parents would hear me.

"Why did auntie Eclipsa had to plant all those roses around our house?It's hard walking with all those flowers..."

Yes,my aunt Eclipsa planted roses all over our front garden,and If I ever stepped on them,mom would go crazy,she never was a plant obssesive,but with those roses,she was.

"Ouch!Why did I had to put shorts on?"

I could have chosen a better clothing for this,I was only wearing one of my dad's old hoodies,some shorts and a pair of sneakers.

I was able to exit the garden and arrive at the front doors of the castle without nobody seeing it,or I hope so... I hid in some bushes that were close to the castle,it was surrounded with security guards.

"What can I do now?They will not allow me to enter if they see me"

That's when I accidentally stepped on a stick,what could go better now?

"Who's there?"

Oh no,the guards heard me,I couldn't think of a plan. I decided to throw a stick far from them

"Over there!"

The guards went away,that's my chance! I entered running through a hole that was in a wall,I didn't had too much time,I needed to know what was here.

"Wow,this place is huge..."

It was,where was I supposed to go?

"It's just an abandoned castle,why is this guarded all over?"

I kept walking through a very big hall,when I found a room in ruines,it looked like there were paintings on the floor

"What are those?Paintings?They're huge"

They were buried in rocks and dust,they looked old,they were kinda scratched,but you could see what they showed.It took me a little bit,but I was able to rescue one of the paintings.It showed a very tall girl with a party cup on her hand,she looked very happy,she had purple diamond marks on her cheeks,next to her was a little blue creature,I couldn't tell what it was at all.

"So this is why we're not allowed to enter the castle? because there are paintings of old people I don't know?Weird"

There were many paintings,I could see one that was buried between a lot of rocks.

"What are even those? And why is the castle in ruins? Who lived here?"

I was able to remove all the rocks and rescue the painting,I removed the dust and the image was clear,the woman looked familiar.

"Those are all paintings of women that look important,but this one looks familiar..."

She had very long blue hair,pink diamond marks and blue eyes,I couldn't see her very well because of all the dust and scratches,but I was able to recognize her.

"Wait,she looks like...grandma?grandma Moon?but what is this painting of her doing here?and what are those cheekmarks that she has? she has nothing on her face now..."

I was freaking out,a painting of grandma in this weird castle in ruins,why and how?

"No,this isn't possible...what is this place?"

"The castle of the Butterfly's..."

"Who said that?!"

I heard what it sounded like a woman whispering from far away,I think I wasn't alone at all

"Who are you?!Wait,did you said-the castle of the Butterfly's?...that's my- my family,mom's lastname is Butterfly,and also grandma Moon,and auntie's Eclipsa,and Meteora and-"

"They are your family,this was the castle of the Butterfly's back when magic existed"

"Reveal yourself! Is this that you're saying true?"

I could hear the woman,but I only could see a shadow in the dark at the end of a hall.

"Of course,back when magic existed,before the 2 dimenssion collapsed,the Butterfly's where the royal family of Mewni,they had all the magic they wanted on their hands,but they destroyed it"

"Wha-what?Mom was part of a royal family?"

"And also your grandma,your grandpa,and your aunt,and your dad was almost part of it!"

"I- I don't understand,how do you know this,and who are you?"

"It doesn't matter,but it's true,look over there"

I saw another painting that was hidden in the dark,when I picked it up,I was speechless...

"This is...mom?-"

It was my mom,but younger,some kind of light was coming from her hand,I couldn't tell what it was,and she also had those cheekmarks.

"That is your mom,she is the one that destroyed the magic,with your grandma and your aunt"

"Mom...destroyed the magic?"

Part 2 coming soon...

[frostehburr]

I Platinumed Hogwarts Legacy and Here's What I Have to Say About the Game

Alright.... So....

Yes, I am a trans woman.

No, I do not support JK or her views.

Hogwarts Legacy was given to me as a gift for my birthday. The person who gave me the gift was not aware of JK... in general. Like, they have zero idea who she even is.

We're well pass the point of harassing people over the franchise so please remain chill or move on to a different post, please.

Now, Hogwarts Legacy as a game is... mid at best. It's average and does well occupying your time. Majority of the trophies were collection based which my 1990s neuron activated on. What can I say? Everyone who played games in the 90s were hooked on collectathons like Banjo Kazooie, Sly Cooper, and Kirby.

Unless you enjoy obsessively collecting everything and the kitchen sink, you're probably not going to enjoy the game much less going for the platinum trophy.

Really, this is a game made for a very specific target audience and it's a target audience I'm a part of. That being fans of the Harry Potter books and movies. Mostly movies.

See, back in the era where everyone got along because politics was boring old people sitting around smelling their own farts (little changed since then) and no one wanted to get into that bull. Kids to teenagers enjoyed a magical series of stories adapted to the silver screen. And it was in this era collectathon platformers were king of the game industry... until Halo happened.

I think Portkey games figured out what people who enjoyed Harry Potter would have played when JK actually kept her fat mouth shut.

Collectathons! Where the player goes out to gather a set number of items for an award. Which is why a large portion of the trophies are "collect all the _____"

There must've been good foresight at Portkey because the Revelio spell saved me a lot of time gathering all of the stuff. From spells to chests to flying pieces of paper. I had a lot of fun exploring the castle and area outside. But I absolutely recognize not many people will enjoy that.

Exploring the castle and grounds is something the target audience (aka Wizarding World fans) really wanted most out of the game. We wanted to be immersed in the world and point to the screen like Leo whenever we notice a reference to the movies or books. We actively log in to pottermore to get our house colors and shiny new wand with glee. Completely ignorant of the world outside the fantasy. Be honest, you don't want to deal with the crisis the last few years have been. Portkey tailored the game to be our escape for just the few hours we needed.

Adding more to that. We also wanted to see all the Hogwarts houses on the inside... except Griffindore. Gryffindoor sucks.

Personally, the Ravenclaw dorm room was everything I ever wanted. The blue and bronze mixed with marble pillars and statues made me happy. It gave me a few decorating ideas for my own room!

The other houses had to be seen... except Gryffendorm. I was extremely reluctant to go in Gryfindorm. And incentive was given in the form of four separate trophies for each Hogwarts house.

You see, there's one quest that changes for each house. Ravenclaw gets an owl puzzle. I very much enjoyed it, Slytherin feeds toast to a kraken mosaic. Hufflepuff gets sent to Azkaban. and the last one parties with a bunch of ghosts. Three of them were quite enjoyable but my enjoyment came from walking around the other dorms.

While walking around Slytherin's aquatic scenery and Hufflepuff's cozy cottage were delights, I still preferred Ravenclaw's sky view tower with starry ceilings. I'm a true blue Ravenclaw.

Even though I loved exploring the castle and everything, it was quite painful to collect every single item for the collector trophy.

I had finished all side quests, all revelio pages, even the trials and demiguise statues! Yet I was still missing a single collection chest. Really did not help the map showed all chests had been found. The butterfly chests are hidden from the map. So I ended up wiping the entire map clean and tripled check back and forth only to discover that the single chest I was missing was in the back of the swamp terrarium in the Room of Requirement.

That was the biggest frustration out of the entire game. Not a bad trade off for all the fun I had. However, not many people will feel the same. Particularly if they were never invested in the Wizarding World.

Hogwarts Legacy is definitely a great game for a specific target audience. For everyone else, it's an easy passable mild distraction. Whoever wanted to play this game already got it. Despite the hell storm that followed it.

Portkey games did a fantastic job with a hot button title but it's only good if you actually want it. If you're no fan of collectathons, Wizarding World, or wondering around for hours then do yourself a favor and avoid this game. If you do like those three things then go ahead! Just try to be patient if you're going to go for platinum.