#birthday platonic fluff

[rose-riot-johnson]

Hey Rose.

Yesterday was my birthday and I was gonna check in with you, but got caught up in some stuff.

Anyway, can I ask for a Jack Russell x Reader platonic fluff fanfic?

Hey DJ😃 Happy Belated Birthday Day🎂🎂🎂🎉🎉🎉🎁🎁🎁🥳🥳🥳���I hope you had a good birthday yesterday🥳I'm doing good, by the way😃👍 Request wise, I will work on a fanfic with Jack Russell (aka Werewolf By Night), however for you I may end up writing the reader as gender neutral reader (I still will write the reader as yn in sider the fanfic)😃👍Anyways, since your birthday was yesterday, I might write atleast a little bit more than you requested😁👍

🎁🐺Your Birthday Surprise From Jack🐺🎁(Jack Russell, aka, Werewolf By Night x Gender Neutral Reader)

Genres: Platonic Fluff, Birthday Platonic Fluff, and Surprise Birthday Fluff

While you were grocery shopping you couldn't help wondering why Jack Russell was letting you go shopping by yourself. You thought it was unlike him to let you go by yourself, aside from hero duties that he needed to do. You knew he was up to something, however you still couldn't figure out why he just had you go to the grocery store without him, because it was unusual of him to do so, especially on his free time with you.

When you got home from grocery shopping, you've seen some party decorations, then Jack came out while holding a cake, as he happily said, "You're earlier than expected...". You replied, "Well, Jack... There's not as much traffic, as it usually is... Anyways, what's with the party decorations?". He replied back, "Well, (yn)... Since I know today is your birthday, I figured I'd work on surprising you today... I noticed you're carrying some groceries in the house... Here... I will put the cake on the kitchen table quick... Then you let me help you with putting the groceries away..."

Once Jack helped you put the groceries away, he letted you relax on the couch, as he continued prepping up for your birthday stuff. When he finished with prepping up for you birthday stuff that he was prepping up for you, he had you go inside the kitchen, before you saw that he made your favorite food (which you enjoyed best when he cooks it), the presents he wrapped up for you, and the same cake he was holding earlier, except that this time the cake was finally decorated, the way you ended up liking it.

Your birthday turned out to be the best birthday ever, for you. You really enjoyed your favorite food that, Jack cooked for you, you thought the cake was absolutely delicious, and you even are happy with the presents he got for you. He was really glad you enjoyed your birthday.

After you finished eating everything, he decided to wash the dishes... And you decided to help him wash the dishes, even if it is your birthday. You figured it's atleast fair for everything he did for you on your birthday and you want to help him with atleast something.

🌝🎂The🐺End🎂🌝

I hope you enjoyed this Jack Russell fanfic my Tumblr Peeps🐺👍As for you DJ, I do hope you had fun ready this birthday platonic fluff fanfic, as well 🎂🐺👍Yes, yesterday was your birthday, however I wanted to add the birthday part in it, even it it's belated🎂🎁🎉🥳🌝🐺👍

@writers-requiem

[afewproblems]

For Dio @flowercrowngods this is late but hopefully a decent little birthday gift! An homage to your beautiful yearning hours.

Steve wakes slowly, registering the hand in his hair first before anything else.

The second is that he's warm, tucked securely into Eddie side. He's talking to Robin, who sits on the recliner across the coffee table, gesturing emphatically in soft tones as he speaks.

They're in Steve's living room still, though it looks like almost everyone else has gone to bed at this point, giving up on their movie night.

The lights are off, the room instead is illuminated by the flickering television in the corner. A movie is playing, but Eddie and Robin pay little attention to it.

Eddie's hand comes up again to card through Steve's hair, so gently that Steve nearly moans at the touch.

They aren't together, but as Steve sinks even further into Eddie's side, he can let himself pretend.

Just for a moment.

He opens his eyes again to find Robin looking at him, she raises a single eyebrow at him before turning her attention back to Eddie --Steve knows they'll be discussing this later, but for now he's grateful she's kept his secret this time.

Steve lets himself drift for a bit, content to breathe in Eddie, the hint of cigarettes and weed that clings to his hair, the old spice deodorant he borrowed from Wayne. They way his voice rumbles slightly as he tries to stay quiet for Steve's sake, it all blends together, warm, nice, loved, safe.

Even if some small part knows he'll wake up alone the next day, that it isn't real, Steve can't help but hold onto this moment with shaking hands.

"I know you’re awake," Eddie hums lowly, drawing Steve out of his thoughts with a start.

Robin's seat is empty now, and the television is off. The only light now sifts through a crack in the window curtains, cutting a silver stream through the room.

"Penny for your thoughts Stevie?" He whispers, his eyes dart between Steve's own.

If only you knew.

Steve clears his throat and begins to sit up, only for Eddie's arm to curl around his shoulders firmly, keeping him in place.

"I think there's a discount if the thought, the uh feeling is mutual, ya know," Eddie says slowly, "like a two for one special".

Eddie winces slightly, looking as though he wants to bolt for the door, but Steve can't help the smile that slowly spreads over his face --even as a baffled laugh threatens to overtake him.

His chest aches with how much he loves this ridiculous man.

"Just kiss already," Robin calls out from the kitchen, making them both freeze where they sit.

His heart hammering in his throat he looks between the kitchen doorway and Eddie, his big brown eyes wide with panic.

All at once, the decision solidifies for Steve.

He takes a deep breath through his nose and releases it slowly through his mouth.

"You heard the lady," Steve hears himself say, but the words sound so far away now as Eddie turns in to face Steve better, as he flushes with an exasperated grin.

Eddie slowly leans in, and Steve lets himself drift once more, basking in the feeling of soft lips against his own and gentle hands in his hair.

[moonlight-records]

Birthday races | CL16 & AL14

pairing: Charles Leclerc & Arthur Leclerc & reader

summary: your best friends are both in October with one day apart. Usually, you're on top of the best combined birthday ever and somehow the one year you rarely plan happens to be the best one yet.

warning: platonic fluff!! lil platonic trio!!

fc: none!

a/n: in honor of my favorite leclerc duos & being charles birthday twin (yes, my birthday is october 16th!) please enjoy this belated/early birthday blurb!

wc: 1.3K

October is your favorite month. You have a giant list of reasons why October just so happens to be the superior month: the weather, flannels, spooky season, pumpkin carvings, and libra season. There was just so much to do but your absolute favorite thing about October is your best friend's birthdays.

It was even better considering their birthdays were only a day apart. October 14th and October 16th so you had just planned a fun filled day with activities they would boy enjoy on October 15th and spent the day celebrating your two closest friends. You really went all out since the activities started typically at midnight on October 15th. Typically from then to noon, you three celebrated Arthur and then from noon to midnight it was Charles, always ending at midnight with you and Arthur singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to Charles. It was simple and routine and almost like second nature.

“We leave on my birthday for Austin.”

You stare at Charles and Arthur like they grew three heads each. This is the first time in years that you had to cut your celebrations short due to scheduling and you’ve fully planned things around their races to make sure this happened but this was different. You were so busy with things going on in your life that their birthdays have completely slipped from your mind and now have nothing planned and only…24 hours to figure something out.

“That’s fine!” You beam a smile so they didn’t pick up on the panic coursing through you, “I’ll just adjust my plans.”

“Are you sure?” Arthur asks, “I know you spend forever planning these things…”

“And really they are wonderful and if I could I would fly out first thing Thursday morning but with media day—” Charles asks.

“Guys. Guys. Guys!” You finally say over Arthur and Charles talking about maybe somehow leaving earlier, “It’s fine! Really. You have work and you want to support Charles. When have I ever been upset about this before?” You giggle softly while leaning forward slightly, “I’ve planned around your schedules before, I can do it again! Besides, I’ve been dying for a challenge lately!” You clasp your hands together, “ this will be great!”

This was not great. You had spent Arthur’s birthday running around town trying to plan something. Anything. It seemed the universe heard you and really amped it up because there is nothing to do in Monaco. Everything has magically been booked up and you are about to pull all your hair out because you’re certain that this is going to be the worst birthday you’re going to throw for them before an idea clicks.

Why bother going out and running the town when you guys can just stay in and be lazy? It’s perfect! Charles and Arthur can nap and last minute pack before their flight while still celebrating both their birthdays. You take a second trip around town and collect everything that you need, including last minute birthday presents (not your proudest moments this year but hey, you do what you got to do) and a huge surprise, and then get home roughly close to 8pm and only have 4 hours to get things together.

You decorate your living room and giggle happily seeing your hard work. You somehow found Ferrari and racing themed decorations (balloons included) and had happily turned your living room into a mini race track to mirror Monaco. It was…a valiant effort on your party as you tilted your head at the rather wonky layout. Table at the start for drinks, each section existing with something else. Mostly mini party things: sunglasses, shot glasses, balloons (that didn’t make the cut so were now sacrifices to being victims to Charles and Arthur trying to see how could have the higher voice off of helium), cupcakes (which currently had a placeholder), and a few other things. You set a table up for the food which would be the pit lane.

It was all coming together.

You spent the last two and a half hours between baking the desserts and cooking the appetizers. While that’s happening, you also start getting the drinks ready. You were so in the zone that you didn’t realize how much time had gone but you managed to get it done. You step back to admire your hard work after setting the stations up and your huge surprise before there’s a knock on your door.

“Coming!”

Ushering to the front door you glance at your ring camera panel seeing Arthur and Charles standing outside talking to each other. You open your door just enough to stick your head out and smile brightly. “Boys!”

“Y/N!” They say in unison.

“Okay, the two of you close your eyes,” you instruct and watch them before opening the door. By some miracle, you manage to guide the two of them in without them tripping over one another as you lead them to the ‘start of the track’. “Almost there.” You have Charles shuffle into pole position, given he was older, and then place Arthur in p2. You step back and quickly take your phone out to snap a photo before smiling. “Open your eyes!”

You watch them open their eyes and look around. Charles’ eyes widen while Arthur whispers a soft ‘wow’. The two of them break out into wide smiles (almost identical, thank god they looked different). “Tadaaaa,” you say while giving them some jazz hands, “I made a…rough layout of the Monaco track.” Turning, “the snacks are at the pit lane, drinks are at the start and you have to take a shot before you start racing and then each corner has a little surprise. Cupcakes, candy, birthday presents,” you list off before turning to them, “also if you look behind you—”

Charles turns and gasps loudly, “Y/N!” Arthur turns and covers his mouth before laughing loudly.

The huge surprise happens to be three electric ride-on cars. Charles was a black Ferrari with red accents, Arthur’s was the reverse of that, and you had picked a white Jeep, “They’re remote control and derivable on its own. I also replaced the batteries with drill batteries so without further ado,” you go to your laptop and play the iconic countdown to start a race. Rushing over, Charles had managed to pour shots without making a huge mess.

“Lights out and away we go!” Croft’s voice rings from your laptop. The three of you immediately take your shots. You manage to get in your jeep first and turn it on before taking off, forgetting that the drill battery is much more powerful and you almost take yourself out. You laugh loudly as Charles curses, struggling to turn his car on while Arthur screams when he starts driving and Charles is shouting at Arthur to be careful.

The three of you race till the wee hours of the morning. Mostly because you had to pause to recharge the drill batteries but also Charles had spilled two drinks, Arthur got frosting in his face after grabbing a cupcake and accidentally pressing the gas and you were playing host and driver. You ended up winning the race by 2 seconds. After, the three of you settled down as the boys opened their boo baskets (that you were calling ‘boo birthday baskets’) and all the gifts you had picked. The boys loved them.

Three of you ordered a huge breakfast and just chatted. You bring the cake out about three hours before Charles and Arthur have to leave to pack and you sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to both Arthur and Charles and watch them blow out their candles (having given them candles on opposite sides of the cake) and settle down on the couch, all cuddled up together, watching some trashy reality tv to end the birthday celebration which the three of you had decided would be the go to birthday celebration from now.

[imfinereallyy]

celebrate softly

it my birthday today so here’s a lil gift from me to you (yes I know that’s not how this works haha) I made a bunch of little things is celebration, i probably won’t post these till later in the day so sorry if you get a bunch at once.

Steve wanted to like his birthday.

No, really, he truly did. He knew that birthdays were the one time of year you get to be a little selfish. The people you loved gathered around you to celebrate another year of you.

It was just that Steve was also used to disappointment.

Over the years, his birthday has consisted of either his parents parading him around at business dinners or the empty silence of a house that wasn’t ever a home.

His old friends were never around. It was a holiday weekend; he didn’t expect them to stick around. Even if they had, Steve was almost sure they would have made him throw a party, where they would have pressured him to get drunk and sleep with someone, and…

Yea, Steve wasn’t interested.

The one birthday he spent with Nancy had been okay. She had to go on a family trip, her parents attempt at getting their kids to cheer up over the loss of their friends, and she was going to leave the morning of his birthday. But at midnight of July 2nd, she had snuck into his window even though she could have walked through the front door. Nancy had brought him a cupcake, a small present, and a soft smile. Steve had wanted to kiss her, but he knew it wasn’t what she wanted then. He wanted to be respectful, so he held her hand instead.

Nancy hadn’t brought a candle, said she didn’t want to risk burning the Harrington Household down. Steve had laughed, saying that would be the best birthday present ever, but she hadn’t laughed back.

The present had been a book. Which wasn’t a terrible gift per se, Steve liked reading it was just he had difficulty doing it. He couldn’t focus long enough, or he would have to reread sentences over and over again.

It just didn’t feel worth the frustration.

But it was sweet of her to get him something, so he tried reading it. It took him months to finish it, even though it was small. It was boring, and Steve had found the main character whiny, and Steve had begun to wonder if Nancy was trying to tell him something.

Then the Upside Down round two had happened, Steve got his ass kicked again and learned that Catcher in the Rye was Jonathan’s favorite book.

Steve had thrown out the book amongst his bloody bandages.

Steve was only slightly hopeful to have a good birthday last year. He had good friends (sure, one was his ex, and the other were children, but he still counted them); Dustin would be home from camp, and even though he had work, he got to spend the whole day bothering Robin, which brought him a special kind of joy.

But then they were cracking Russian code, getting tortured, and watching Max’s Stepbrother die, all within the days of his birthday.

So Steve didn’t have high expectations this year. Sure, people knew it was his birthday, it was hard to hide when he was friends with the nosiest people, but most of them were spending the entire weekend staying with Max, and he would have been too if Max hadn’t thrown a remote at him when he suggested it.

So Steve had conceded to having a quiet but lonely July 2nd.

But then at 7 am there was a knock on his front door.

A knock was putting it lightly, there was pounding echoing in the Harrington Household.

When Steve walked up to the door, he was prepared to drive away some bigots who had been trying to “repent Hawkins.” They had been going around the richer neighborhoods recently, saying we needed to clean up the streets of the sinners and the queers.

Yea, they were knocking on the wrong door.

Steve hadn’t expect Eddie Munson, notorious night owl, to be crowding his doorway at 7 am.

“Harrington, have I ever told you how absolutely ugly your house is? Like for how wealthy your parents are, they chose an absolute nightmare of a layout! It makes no sense.” Eddie budged his way past Steve with his arms full of bags.

“I’ve been telling him that for a year, Eddie, and every time he just shrugs!” Steve turned to find Robin bullying her way through him as well. She had a handful of videos in her hands.

“Sure, come in, I guess,” Steve mumbled. He shut the door and turned toward his intruders. “Not that I don’t love a surprise appearance at—“ Steve checked his watch “—7:03 am, but is there a reason why you are awake before the birds are even chirping?”

Eddie snorted and just gave him a look instead of answering. Robin shook her head, “What doofus hear is trying to convey with a noise, Jesus Eds, I know you’re not a morning, but words please, is that we are obviously here for your birthday. You, Steven Alison Harrington—“

“Not my middle name.”

“—we’re born at exactly 7:07 am on July 2nd. So we had to be here to say happy birthday officially!”

“How do you even know the time? I don’t even know that.”

“She snuck a look at your file last time Owen’s was in town.” Eddie smirked.

Robin hit him upside the head, “Don’t tell him that asshole, he already thinks I’m crazy enough. And don’t act like this wasn’t your idea!”

Eddie rubbed the back his head in dramatic fashion then yelled, “Snitch!” through hissed teeth.

Steve felt himself unthaw at the idea that these two weirdos woke up this early for him. “Ah, well, thanks, guys.” A blush rose on his cheeks, “Well, thanks for stopping by; you guys can go home and sleep if you want.”

“Stevie, did you think we brought all this to just leave? On your birthday. Oh no, no, no. We are having a whole movie and snack day! I brought weed, and chips, and we can order a pizza later in the day. And just be lazy weirdos in your fancy living room.” Eddie hopped up on his coffee table, startling a laugh from Steve.

“That sounds like a typically Friday for us, what’s so special about it?” Steve teased.

“Well we brought all of your favorite movies! Grease, Top Gun, Karate Kid, Indiana Jones...wait I think I'm noticing a theme here—“

“Robin!” Steve screeched, his blush coming back with vengeance. He didn’t want her to reveal there very obvious, and embarrassing pattern to his favorite films.

“And!” Eddie said from atop his place on the coffee table, unfazed by the two of them, “We are paying for the pizza.” His voice oozed with pride at that. Steve was sure he had come up with the idea.

“Wow I’m a spoiled prince. Maybe ever think I wanted to stay in bed?” Steve raised a single eyebrow.

“Oh but my sweet prince, we know you rather spend this glorious day with us.” Eddie was confident, with confidence came the damn nicknames, and Jesus Christ—this blush of his was never going away. “Besides what else could you wish for!”

A kiss from you. Steve thought quickly.

Steve sighed deeply before saying, “Alright. Get down.”

Eddie seemed taken aback, like he hadn’t expected the rejection. “Oh yea man, of course. We will get out of your hair.” He scrambled off the table.

Steve giggled, “No Eds. I’m moving the coffee table. This couch is a pullout. We can all just lay on it while we watch movies.”

Eddie’s face lit up while Robin yelled, “Oh thank god, I’m exhausted.”

An hour later, when the sun was still barely risen and Grease blared in the background, Robin was bundled up in the blankets they dragged from his room, out like a light.

Eddie and Steve huddled close, but didn’t touch. The anticipation and want sat between them. “I actually have something for you.” Eddie whispered.

Robin snored beside them; Steve looked at her fondly. “You don’t have to whisper; she’s a heavy sleeper. Learned that the hard way.”

“Ah well, I have a present for you.”

Steve knows he should say that Eddie shouldn’t have, or insist he returns it. He knew it was the polite thing to do. He couldn’t find it in himself to do it, though. The idea that Eddie even thought to get him something beyond the amazing day they had planned (truly Steve couldn’t ask for a better day), but Eddie had spent his time to get something for Steve.

It was nice to have someone who would do something nice for you just because they can, not because they should. So, Steve waited patiently as Eddie reached into his bag beside the couch.

“Here.” Eddie spoke, placing the roughly wrapped package in his lap.

There was a tiny notecard with Eddie’s chicken scratch on it; Steve decided to read that first.

Stevie,

No adventure is the same without you, and this is the only one I have taken without you by my side. Thought it was about time we changed that. Hopefully we are not forever partners in crime (we’ve had enough of that) but instead, adventurers taking on then great unknown.

Together.

Yours,

Eddie Munson ッ

Steve smoothed over the card and tried not to cry. The poorly drawn smiley face stared up at him from the piece of parchment. Steve tucked it into his pocket for safe keeping; he might even frame it.

Eddie looked at Steve eagerly as he tried to open the package. He does it slowly to tease Eddie; his frustrated little growl made butterflies in Steve’s stomach.

Inside the package is a worn-out book, one he would recognize anywhere, considering he saw it every day on Eddie’s bookshelf. “Eds, this is your copy of Lord of the Rings. I can’t take this.”

Eddie put his hair in front of his mouth, suddenly shy, “Well, it wouldn’t be exactly yours. It’s just I thought it would be fun to, ya know, read it together? Like we take turns reading to each other. I know the kids always bug you to read it, and I noticed that it’s hard for you to focus sometimes, and I get that, so it might be easier if we like make it a thing? I know it’s probably not your interest; it’s my favorite book, not yours, so you know what? This is stupid—“

Steve cut him off by pulling him into a hug. Steve buried himself into Eddie’s neck before saying, “Thank you. It’s the best birthday present.”

“Really?” Eddie pulled back to look at Steve’s face. Whatever he found there must settle him, because he relaxed his shoulders. “I know it’s silly, but I guess I wanted to share this piece of myself with you…and maybe spend some more time together.”

Steve didn’t mention how they spent almost every day together, didn’t think he had to either. They both knew.

Steve decided to be bold instead. He pushed Eddie back into the couch and settled his back into Eddie’s chest. He snuggled into the warmth of his arms.

Steve put the book in Eddie’s hand. “Okay, you read first.”

Eddie laughed; Steve could feel the vibrations from under his skin. It was delightful; it was delicious. “Oh, you want to start now?”

Steve made an indignant noise while Eddie laughed again at him. His hands settled at the back of Steve’s neck as he played with hair that brushed it.

“When Mr Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventyifirst birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was …”

And once again, hours later, when Steve woke up, after drifting to Eddie’s soft, deep voice, Steve felt something settle in him. He felt Eddie lightly snoring beneath him, one hand still tangled in his hair. He felt Robin’s hand wrapped around his ankle, grounding the both of them. And there, between all of them, was the fallen book with no bookmark, signaling they would have to start again.

Maybe, sometimes. Steve thinks, birthdays could be good.

***

projecting. projecting. projecting. that’s me.

I hope you guys liked this one :) I did use my own bday for him, but the time he was born at is different than mine lol. I had a lot of fun writing it, it was just the softness I needed.

[ericshoney]

The big 18 ~ Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: It's your 18th birthday and the guys want you to have the best time.

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It was the morning of your eighteenth birthday. Nick, Matt and Chris had woken up early to plan everything. You arrived in LA a week ago, oblivious to the guys plan.

The guys were setting up the living room, balloons and banners everywhere. A few gift bags sat around with the gifts they got you. Nick started cooking your favourite for breakfast, as Matt drove to the airport to collect Nate who was flying in as a surprise.

"What time is Madi coming over?" Chris asked as he placed another banner up.

"In an hour. I'm hoping that Matt and Nate come back and Madi arrives all before Y/n wakes up." Nick answered.

"I can stall her if needed." Chris offered.

"For once, you have a good idea." Nick replied.

Chris smiled and rushed up to Nick's room, where you had been crashing since you arrived. He slowly opened the door and saw you fast asleep still and smiled.

An hour later, Madi had arrived, placing her gift for you with the others. Matt messaged and said he and Nate were twenty minutes away just as you were waking up. Chris, who was sat outside the bedroom, heard you.

"Good morning, kid!" He cheered.

"Hmm, morning." You mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

"Why.....Why are you up so early? And outside Nick's room?" You then asked.

"Oh, I couldn't sleep and wanted to just check on you." He lied easily.

"Okay....I'm gonna go shower." You said, believing him.

Chris nodded as he let you pick some clothes and head to the bathroom to shower. Once he heard the water running, he rushed downstairs to see Nick and Madi finishing cooking breakfast.

"She's awake and in the shower." Chris informed them.

"Okay Matt and Nate should be here by the time she gets out. Make sure she covers her eyes when she comes down." Nick instructed.

Chris nodded again as he rushed upstairs, sitting on Nick's bed, waiting for you to get out of the shower. When you did, he smiled.

"What's going on?" You asked.

"We have a surprise for you. Put this on." He answered, holding up a bandanna as a blindfold.

You raised your eyebrow but let him put it on you, as he led you downstairs carefully. Matt and Nate had arrived, now standing in the living room with Nick and Madi.

"If I fall down these stairs, your fucking dead." You warned Chris, making him laugh.

"Never gonna let that happen, kid." Chris said with a chuckle.

Once you got to the bottom of the stairs, Chris made you stand still, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Okay you can take the blindfold off." He said.

You took it off and suddenly confetti was thrown, your eyes going wide as you saw Madi and Nate standing there, along with all the balloons and banners.

"Happy birthday!" They all shouted.

You smiled wide, hugging Madi first, as you hadn't seen her in a while, then Nate, who you thought wasn't coming out, and finally, the triplets.

"Thanks guys." You said.

"This is just the start, sweetheart." Matt said.

You then noticed all the food on the table. You didn't believe Nick at first when he said he cooked it all, but when you ate it, you believed him. All of you sat around eating breakfast, laughing and joking before the guys said to open your presents.

First you started with Nick's. It was in a small green bag. You opened it and pulled out a couple of t-shirts you had your eye on at the store last time you went. You smiled and looked further into the bag and saw a small box. You opened it and pulled out a plain silver charm bracelet.

Next was Matt. His was in a pink box. You opened it and pulled out a few beauty products you loved and tucked inside was another smaller box. You opened it to see a bumblebee charm.

Third was Chris. His was in a yellow bag. You opened it and saw a new pair of Converse. Another box was also inside and when you opened it, you saw a number 18 charm.

Nate was next, he passed you a purple box. Inside were a few photo frames with many of your favourite pictures with him, Nick, Matt, Chris and Madi.

Finally was Madi. She passed you a red bag. Inside was a signed photo of your favourite actor. She also got you a set of stud earrings as well.

"Thank you so much. It really means a lot." You said after you opened everything.

"Your welcome, kid." Nick said, as he ruffled your hair.

You then all headed to the car, having a fun day ahead. You knew it was going to be a fun birthday.

[letterstoear]

Another year with you, a birthday letter from Lilia

Notes: Lilia x reader, platonic, fluff, gn reader, letter

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Shop: Shop — Letters to Ear

My dear,

Standing out here in the cold to celebrate my sparkling self, I never would have imagined such a birthday. For how long had you been out waiting to ring in the new year? Forhowever long, I’m sure it was well worth the wait. Thanks to you I got to see the first sunrise of the year! Although you didn’t need to think of me as a grandpa who needed assistance walking. I’m sure today will remain a beautiful memory for years to come.

How old have I turned? Who knows, I’ve lost count. I’m sure you would too after so many years. Or perhaps you would keep a close eye each year just to remind me how old I’ve gotten. You do pay great attention to small details about me. As do I for you. How could I not when you’re my dear friend.

Then, for the one who stands beside me, shall I share a story of the past which you wouldn’t recall?

Long before I enrolled in NRC, there was a year I took upon myself to plan everything. Please don’t frown, it’s not a sad memory of mine. I simply learned of such a custom from a northern country. From planning the cake, decorations, as well as inviting everyone most important to me. Why, it was more trouble than I perceived.

Back then Malleus stood beside me to blow out the candles. With a brave face he tried to swiftly blow out each candle, only to realize he caused the flames to grow stronger. This was long before he grew up into the tall fae he is today. Malleus could barely reach my shoulder; gosh he was so adorable during those days. If I had a camera like I do now I would have taken a photo to engrave the memory.

What a happy memory. To think in the past, I used to never think twice about my birthday to the point it was just an average day to me. This year is much different compared to then. Why, from our walk alone I’ve received many thanks from those around me. In fact, the amount of presents I got piled up to the point I can’t carry them on my own. It’s so tough being popular~

Well, the night is still young, unlike me who has aged another year. Let’s celebrate until midnight together. You can make it till midnight again can you? Surely you aren’t an old fellow like me?

Till our next meeting,

Lilia Vanrouge

*You can receive a physical copy of this letter if you purchase anything Twisted Wonderland from my shop during the month of January*

[nixwriteschaos]

Little Birthday Girl

Eri and GN!Reader [PLATONIC] Summary: Eri was getting a bit upset that no one was celebrating her birthday… :(( Or did they..?

★☽A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SWEET BABY GIRL!! I SWEAR ERI IS MY TOP FAVORITE KID IN ANIME EVEERRRR SO SHE DESERVES THIS <33

Contents: TOTAL FLUFF Disclaimer - Reader will be referred to as Mx/teacher [Name]. Age: 20-28 Quirk: “Calm” Description: Allows user to calm others (like calm someone down when their angry, sad, way too excited) and it’s useful to use for user's defense, user can calm down villains (who are pumped with excitement and vengeance) and with them without their adrenaline, user is able to knock them down! It only works whenever the user make eye contact or physical contact. Overuse of quirk would lead to mood swings and possibly outbursts! Hero name: The calming hero: Starling. (You might remember this from my previous Eri fanfic!!)

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Eri was awake and really happy!

Why was that?

Well, she discovered that it was her birthday today! She found out from Shouta who was talking about her birth certificate with Hizashi in secret which she eavesdropped on. She was ecstatic! It had been a year since she was saved and a year since the war. She thought everything had settled down, with the cities getting rebuilt everyday, and with U.A continuing with their education, including class 1A finally becoming class 2A.

She’s finally eight years old! She wondered what surprises she must have. She had been seeing Mirio a lot lately and he had a big smile on his face– bigger than usual!

But as her birthday inched closer, no one mentioned anything about a surprise. It made her suspicious and just assumed that they were just being secretive about it.

When her birthday was finally here, she had expected a “happy birthday” from Shouta. But when he came around, he didn’t utter a single mention about it. It made her a bit sad, almost feeling neglected by it. And when she met up with Y/N, all they did was smile at her. They didn’t even say happy birthday? That only made her more upset.

She pouted the whole day, not even smiling once. When Mirio noticed her puckered lips and furrowed brows, he expressed his concerns by asking her what was the matter. “It’s oke…” she mumbled, her lips still puckered and her brows furrowing further. Mirio’s smile disappeared and a guilty frown displayed on his face. “C’mon,” Shouta said. Mirio nodded and walked with Eri and Shouta all the way to class 2A’s dormitory. 

She had thought it was just for a visit, to allow everyone to see her. At this point, she had given up the idea of anyone remembering her birthday. Afterall, no one knew when her birthday was, considering Overhaul never cared about it, only caring about her Quirk.

So when the doors opened and so did her eyes, she was filled with shock and joy when she saw all the cat decorations and the decorated delicious treats on the tables. Everyone from class 2A exclaimed in unison, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ERI-CHAN!!” with the biggest smiles on their faces.

Her pout and her furrowed brows dissipated instantly, a huge smile on her face was as bright as the sun. Her eyes gleamed in joy as she looked around with admiration and amazement. “All for me?” She looked up at Shouta. He showed a small uncommon smile and nodded. “It is.” Her smile grew even wider when she realized it was all for her.

Y/N then nudged her forward with their hand. She looked up to see their gentle smile. “Well? Go ahead, have fun.” She nodded with joy and looked back with gleaming eyes.

Mirio instantly picked up her without hesitation, causing Eri to yelp and giggle playfully. He walked over to the class 2A’s students and they all showered her with love and gifts. (Of course, the gifts were placed on a table and will be opened later on).

She was even overjoyed when she saw her favorite treat, candied apples! One was held by Izuku who smiled while giving her it. “Happy Birthday, Eri-chan.”

What Eri doesn’t know…

U.A had discovered Eri’s birth certificate which was found in the Yakuza’s base and its ruins. Shouta isn’t one for celebrating birthdays– he rarely celebrates his own– but decided to plan a small surprise for the little girl with his class. And his class was ecstatic after being given the news of the girl’s upcoming birthday.

They spent weeks after school working on ideas that are best suited for the girl. She recently discovered cats and adored them! And that gave a little idea for her birthday party theme. Yaoyorozu and Hagakure were in charge of finding the theme and setting it up and after discovering her recent admiration, they bought a few cat balloons and had Yaoyorozu make cat themed decorations (mainly because the ones they found online and in store were quite… odd).

As for the food and drinks, Sato and Katsuki were in charge of it. Sato baked the most delicious strawberry shortcake! With Katsuki– with surprisingly good skill– decorating it with little cute cats all around the frosting! Izuku decided it would be a good idea to have her favorite treat on her birthday so he created around two dozen candied apples, each delicious with each bite. (Had to stop Mineta from eating them… who knew he had a sweet tooth?)

Seeing Eri’s smile on her birthday made all of Izuku Midoriya’s sacrifices worth it. :))

At night, Eri was tucked into bed with her cute smile still plastered onto her face. Y/N chuckled at her continued face and sat down on her bed. They moved a strand from her face gently, a soft smile on their face. “Did you have fun?” She nodded eagerly. “I had a ton of fun! There was cake and candy apples! It was very sweet!!” Y/N chuckled softly at her energetic response, watching as her arms flailed with enthusiasm. Y/N gently pushed them down, tucking them into the bedsheets.

“I’m glad, dear.” They smiled. As for a special treat, they started to sing Eri’s favorite lullaby, lulling her to sleep.

For the first time in a long time, she had the best birthday ever! And she still keeps a picture of her special day, with everyone from class 2A, Y/N, Shouta, and Mirio, all gathered together with Eri in the middle, smiling as she stood in front of her cat decorated birthday cake.

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[ghostmemesource]

👻୧‿︵‿︵ happy birthday sentence starters | a collection of sentence starters for muses that are celebrating their birthday.

❝ Happy birthday! ❞

❝ SURPRISE! ❞

❝ Is there birthday cake? ❞

❝ I brought you cake! ❞

❝ Cupcakes are an equal substitution for cake, right? ❞

❝ Make a wish. ❞

❝ Here's your present. ❞

❝ Do you want to open your gift now or later? ❞

❝ I didn't have money to buy you a gift. ❞

❝ Congratulations, you're a year closer to death. ❞

❝ How old are you turning again? ❞

❝ I think I ran out of candles. ❞

❝ These candles aren't hazardous, right? ❞

❝ I'm taking you out for your birthday. ❞

❝ Where do you want to go for your birthday? ❞

❝ Just me and you today. Anything you want to do. ❞

❝ Don't be such a party pooper. ❞

❝ You ruined the surprise! ❞

❝ I'm your birthday present. ❞

❝ Do you feel older? ❞

❝ Why don't you like celebrating your birthday? ❞

❝ I didn't know it was your birthday. ❞

❝ Why are you celebrating your birthday alone? ❞

❝ You don't have to celebrate alone this year. ❞

❝ It's your surprise party! ❞

❝ I wanted to make this birthday special for you. ❞

[lemonandlime22]

Bitey Child!Yuu Choose your own adventure! [Pt1]

Summary: Come along with little Yuu as they celebrate their very first birthday in Twisted Wonderland or ever really

Warning(s): none Word count: 1k [Next]

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You woke to the feeling of the warm sun that shown through the window and a strong scent of pancakes that hung in the air. A loud squeaking sound came from the bedroom door, along with small but quick pitter-pattering of paws and before you knew it the small blue fire beast had gotten on the bed and began bouncing so you would finally wake up.

"Yuu!! Yuu!! Comon' wake up already! it's your birthday!" Slowly you sat up, rubbing your eyes, and wondered what your fiery companion was talking about.

"Me and the ghosts made a big breakfast! Well mostly me, but I guess those three helped a bit- OW!" Grim's "Bragging" was cut off by a loud smack in the back of the head, courtesy of Plumpy.

"Grim's right though little Yuu, come come" The big ghost gently grabbed your hand and started leading you with grumbling Grim following shortly behind. Once you three made it to the kitchen you instantly took notice of a massive stack of pancakes, all varying degrees of being cooked. Surrounding the stack were bowls and plates filled with all sorts of toppings and sides, like eggs, bacon, and sausage.

"Ah! Good morning young Yuu, happy birthday!" scrawny wiped around, having taken quick notice of the three new presences in the kitchen.

"Now, tell me what you would like and I'll get that dished up for ya!" "A-any?" Your voice shook with anticipation "Hehe, yep! And as much as you want!" Shorty answered "But we'd suggest not eating too much. You still gotta save some room for lunch and dinner" Plumpy placed a hand on your shoulder and began to guide you closer toward the kitchen island to have a better look. You were drooling at the mere thought of eating as much as you want of whatever you wanted. It took you a minute but you were able eventually decided.

You did try to eat as much as you wanted, but Scrawny eventually had to stop you so you wouldn't throw up. As you sat there at the table trying to settle down from your food rampage, you finally processed what everyone has been saying since the moment you opened your eyes. 'Birthday..? Where have I heard that...' You wondered to yourself for a moment, but quickly remembered Cheka mentioning birthdays to you less than a month or so ago...

It was a very nice spring day, the wildflowers bloomed all around the grass where you and Cheka sat on a blanket having a nice little picnic.

"Hmm, hey Yuu, whatcha' think I should get Unca for his birthday?" Cheka sat down his sandwich and looked up at you with hopeful eyes "I know it's still a couple months away, but I really wanna make him something special" You merely tilted your head to the side curiously and asked, "What's a birthday?".

Cheka was so excited to explain it to you, and when the playdate was over you ended up talking to the ghosts about it. All of which leads you to now, "Wait... but I don't know my birthday?"

"Yeah we know," Grim said with a smirk "so we picked a random day to be your birthday from now on!" you could clearly tell Grim was the one who picked the day from how proud he looked.

"Huh..." Looking down at your lap, you could feel your face grow warm "Well- t-thank you." Before any of them could insist that a thanks wasn't needed there was a loud knock on the door followed by muffled talking. "Ah! Those must be guests!" Plumply said and made his way to the front door with Shorty, but Scrawny decided to go back into the kitchen and pack the leftovers into containers for the next few days.

"Sup kid!" Turing your head you saw Ace and Deuce following the two ghosts back into the kitchen. "How's your going birthday so far" Deuce askedthen patted your head "Really Good! I gotta eat as many pancakes as I wanted!" The two Heartslabyul students paused for a moment as they watched your eyes light up at the mere mention of the beginning of the day, before instantly smiling and laughing.

You, Grim, Ace, and Deuce went to the living room, once you all sat down Deuce shot up. "Oh! We almost forgot, this is for you hun." He exclaimed and placed a light pink envelope with bright red roses on the coffee table. "Oh yeah that, it's from Riddle, something about wanting to get you a present or whatever." Ace said half-heartedly but very obviously trying to hide a smile. As you picked the envelope up to take a closer look there was a loud banging that came from the door.

"I'll get it" You mumbled as you slid off the couch. Once you opened the door right there was Sebek with his fist up about to start banging on the door again.

"Ah! Hello Yuu! This," He quickly pulls a lime green envelope with black and gold detailings from the inside of his jacket and hands it to you with straight stiff arms. “Is for you. Waka-sama wishes for you to come to Diasomnia as soon as possible!” Instead of responding, you motioned him to follow you back inside and walked him to the couch where Ace and Deuce waited. "Hey, Sebek! Whatcha' doin'?" Ace asked when he saw the green haired boy enter the living room.

"I'm just here to drop off this letter to Yuu." Sebek responded and placed it on the coffee table next to the other. It was quiet for a moment before Deuce broke the silence after staring at both envelopes, "OH! So both dorm letters want you to come over to their dorms for a-" Before he could say anything more Ace slapped his hand over the other freshmen's mouth.

"Just pick whichever one you wanna read first kid." Ace reassured. Looking back at the table you wondered what exactly they said. It took a minute, but you decided to pick up the...

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[genevawrenn]

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

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

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

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

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

[artsy-dreamer]

No I haven’t seen WHM yet, yes I already love Rody so much I could cry 🥺💕💕💕

[melancholygypsophila]

A Spoonful of Almond Tofu - Xiao x Reader

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46575583

Summary: Today is a special day, Xiao's Birthday. To keep him company, you decided to deliver him his favorite food, Almond Tofu.

An abundance of golden leaves clouded your vision as you took a step out onto the balcony of your house. Spring had arrived in Liyue and you could smell the sweet and sour dishes that were being freshly made near your house. And when your stomach grumbled, you knew what you had to do next. 

As you rushed out your room, quickly splashing your face with cool water, dressing into breezy yet breathable outfit, your wind chime sang as you exited your house. It was early morning, but the morning sun hugging you didn’t stop you from leaving the house. 

“Morning,” a miner yelled, his face covered in dust. You nodded at the miner as you passed by him and to a restaurant called “Wanmin Restaurant.” 

“Oh! Y/N, it’s good to see you!” Xiangling exclaimed, peeking her head out from the side of the open door. 

“It’s good to see you too, Xiangling.” You replied, as you settled your bag on the table and took a seat.

“The usual?” Xiangling asked with her back turned around, looking through her ingredients. 

You nodded despite knowing she couldn’t see you. “Yes, although I would like to ask you to make an additional dish.” 

Xiangling’s head turned around in curiosity. “Oh?” Her lips formed into a smile. “What may that be?” 

“Almond Tofu.” 

You walked down the path leading to Wangshu Inn with another wrapped lunchbox in your bag. Today was a special day. Not for you, but a special person.

April 17th, Xiao’s Birthday.

You smiled as you remembered your conversation with Xiangling.

“Almond Tofu?” Xiangling queried, spinning her wooden spoon around her pointer finger. 

“Yes, it’s for a friend’s birthday.” You responded, looking at Xiangling. Before she responded, she closed her eyes and thought for a moment with a nodding head. 

“Alright! It may take some time though. Is that alright?”

“That’s alright.”

Which brings you back as you step into the pulley of Wangshu Inn, an elevator as Verr Goldet called it. The pulley pulled you up several feet off the ground in a matter of seconds while you admired the view through the carved design of the elevator walls. 

The pulley came to a rough stop and you stepped off before seeing it go down. You then take your route up the stairs where you eventually reach the top floor and balcony of Wangshu Inn. 

But when you reached the top, you weren’t expecting Xiao to already be standing near the railing. He seemed to have noticed your presence when you took a step onto the balcony. When his eyes met yours, the familiar fair colored eyes as the spring leaves left you speechless for a moment you felt your heart skip a beat.

“You’re here.” Xiao says, his arms rested beside him, one slightly clenched. 

You smiled and nodded. “Yes, I am.” 

A few moments passed by before you held up the arm holding the bag of lunch boxes. 

Xiao’s eyebrow raised. “What is that?”

“It’s food, I got Almond Tofu for you.” You responded, now finding it hard to maintain eye contact with him. He steps closer and carefully grabs the bag from you before looking into the bag and pulling out one, two lunchboxes from inside. Your hands reached out for his lunchbox to busy yourself with something. “This is yours,” 

Xiao held the lunchbox in his hand and stared at it. He dwelled on it for a moment before he looked back up at you. “Did you want to eat it up there?” He asked, pointing his eyes to a large branch. 

Your eyes followed the direction of his eyes before you nodded. “Sure!” As you climbed up the roof of Wangshu Inn, Xiao lended a hand as the tiles were slippery from the night before. When you reached the branch, the two of you perched on it like two birds and put aside the lunchboxes to digest the view below you. “Thank you for helping me up.” You added.

“You’re welcome,” replied Xiao, taking a glance at you as he lifted his left leg up and grabbed the lunchbox that contained Almond Tofu in his hand. 

For the rest of the morning, the two of you sat in silence, admiring the view from Wangshu Inn and eating food made from Xiangling. 

As you ate, Xiao turned to look at you, worried that you had randomly left him but was still there when he looked. A wave of calmness flowed through him. Although it wasn’t quite a serious moment, a small laugh left your lips as your eyes squinted into crescent moons. At that moment, a burned image of his face would remain in your memory for days, months, or years to come.

And before the morning sun had retired, a smile was pressed upon your face as you said, “Happy Birthday, Xiao.”

[pearlypairings]

So in case you missed it....

This past Friday was my birthday where I shared this birthday challenge and have been busy chipping away at the beautiful 12 prompt asks in my inbox!

Now that I've completed each drabble/ mini-ficlet🥳 here's what's happening:

For the next 12 days starting tomorrow (1/17), I'll be posting one of the prompts a day in the order I received them around 8pm eastern time....

AHHH YAYYYYY🎉 so keep your eyes peeled for...

ST Pairings included: hellcheer, photocheer, stali, clarke x kelley, and platonic-stobin with the most common prompt asked being: "you remembered?" followed by baking a cake & "put the icing DOWN" tied for second! & more!

At the end of the 12 days (1/29), I'll make a final post linking back to all the prompts in case you missed any and keep them all organized under the tag #pearly birthday prompts.

Thank you especially to the friends who submitted one of the prompts and hope all of you enjoy whatever my silly brain came up with! This has been the best gift in a long time for my creativity. Don't forget to tell me which ones are your favorites <3

dividers by @firefly-graphics

[chickenchirps27]

When I get sad I draw my ocs cuddling and it’s the best life hack ever

[imfinereallyy]

@henderdads posted this about domestic fluff and I realize that I love this trope and I just don’t write enough of it, and I wanted to give her a little treat to read. Mostly because her tags when she reblogs on my post give me absolute joy, I laugh every time.

Two things might come as a surprise when getting to know Steve Harrington. The first being he didn’t actually like parties. He likes making other people feel good, wants to make them happy. Hence why for years, he lets Tommy and Carol wreak havoc on his house. It makes them happy and, for a short while, makes most of Hawkins High happy. Steve, in retrospect, has learned to regret this since he has now gained a reputation for being a party king, despite not throwing one in years, but he knows all too well how hard it is to let go of a high school reputation.

The second surprising fact is that Steve Harrington hated his birthday. Well, maybe hate wasn’t the right word, but he has incredibly low expectations for his birthday. Either everyone forgets his birthday, or somehow Steve is reminded that he is an inconvenience.

“Sorry sweetie, your dad has a business meeting that day.”

“Dude, I have a baseball game in that night could we do something another day?”

“I’m late! I know, we stayed up all night playing D&D. I even forgot to call Suzie!”

Steve isn’t necessarily hurt per se when these things happen. He knows that some people, more than others, are really trying. That it’s human to make mistakes. But Steve doesn’t like to get his hopes up; that’ll be much better than that.

There is also the more commonly now known fact that Steve doesn’t like being the center of attention. And birthdays come along with a lot of that. Sure, Steve wants someone to pay attention to him, really listen to what he has to say, but he has long since out grown the desperate need to have everyone look at him.

It is why it is such a surprise the upside down crew throws him a 24th birthday party.

Steve always thought something like this would upset him, but he is delightfully warm at the sight of all his friends, all of his family, inside Robin and Nancy's apartment screaming,

“Surprise, Dingus!”

Steve can’t believe she got everyone to say that.

After the shock of seeing them all packed like sardines wearing party hats, Steve can’t help but smile.

Eddie walks up to him, placing a hat on his head and a soft kiss on his cheek. “I tried to stop them,” Eddie whispers. “I know you don’t like parties, but they just wanted to show how much they love you. It was hard to say no.”

Steve turns to Eddie, a man who knows him inside and out and knows he can’t lie to him. “I thought I would hate this, but I don’t. It’s perfect.” He kisses Eddie on the lips, just as soft as the one before.

“Good, because I really didn’t try to stop them.” Eddie smiles into the kiss.

“Ew!”

“Gross!”

“Get a room!”

Various shouts across the room cause the couple to giggle and pull apart. Eddie flips them all off, “It’s been four years, assholes! Grow up.”

Eddie runs off to particularly chase Mike, who actually hasn’t said anything but did make a face, and Steve can’t help but be overwhelmed by joy.

🎉🦇🎉🦇

Hours later, after the cake has been cut and the presents have been shared, and his kiddos are definitely way too drunk, the party doesn’t show any signs of slowing down. And Steve, who is having fun but growing antsy since he slowed down on drinking years ago, isn’t quite sure what to do with himself.

He doesn’t want to ruin the fun or make anyone think he didn’t have a good time. This is one of the best birthdays, if not the best one, he’s ever had. But Steve is getting overwhelmed and worn out. He isn’t really tired, but being social has reached its capacity for the night.

Even so, he can’t help but laugh at Robin as she tells a story about the most recent disaster of her sign language class, where kids keep accidentally swearing instead of the proper words.

Eddie catches his eye across the room; he looks happy as he talks to Hop and Wayne. But even mid-conversation, across the sea of people, he tugs his helix piercing over his right ear twice.

It’s their signal for, “Do you want me to come over?”

Steve rubs the scar over his left eye twice, “Yes please.” It means.

Eddie excuses himself and makes his way to Steve. “Hey, baby.” He interrupts Robin mid-rant, who makes a sound of drunken protest. “Did we feed Mrs. Pierson’s cat today?”

Another signal, which translates, “Do you want to go home?”

And Steve knows he can just tell Eddie yes, and they can stay at the party, and Steve will have fun, and he’ll be happy, but it isn’t what he wants. What he wants is to be at home with their own cat Beelzebub, snuggled up in their bed. So Steve says, “Shit, I don’t think we did.” Yes, please. Let’s go home.

Eddie acts quickly. They make their rounds, say goodbyes, and make their excuses. Everyone lovingly pokes at their forgetfulness. The couple insists everyone stays and enjoys themselves. Steve thanks everyone with individual hugs.

Steve and Eddie hold pinkies the entire walk home, down the streets of Indianapolis. The dark night blanket of night, and the never-ending sound of the city, keeping them safe enough to risk the intertwined digits.

When they make it home, they say nothing. They unwind slowly. Sharing kisses, delicately take off each other's clothes, hum into each others mouths. There is nothing rushed, or rough; they have time now. There will be moments for that later.

And in their journey from the front door to the bed, Eddie kisses the place where Steve’s shoulder and neck meet. It’s his signal for “I love you.”

Later, when they are tangled up in the sheets, heavy breaths slowing down, Eddie’s arms wrapped around him, Steve leans up and kisses the tip of Eddie’s nose. It’s his signal for “I love you more.”

Eddie’s smile back says, “that just isn’t possible.”

“Thank you for today.” Steve finally speaks out loud, playing with Eddie’s fingers.

“Oh, it isn’t over yet, baby.” And Eddie jumps out of bed naked, running out of the room.

Steve can’t help but cackle at his boyfriend's antics. There is a sudden thump on the bed; Steve peeks down to see their cat making his home on the end of their bed like he knows they are finally done for the night. “Hey, bee.” Steve scratches him behind his ear, earning a resounding purr from him. A little to the left, it means.

Eddie comes back into the room and dives back into the bed, bouncing Beelzebub but not startlingly him enough to move. Steve supposes he’s used to his father's antics. “Okay, I would tell you to close your eyes, but I know you’re not going to listen, so I’m just going to hand them to you.”

Steve giggles and grabs the pieces of paper in his hands and his heart stops. “Eddie.”

“Steve.” Eddie’s grin is wide.

“These are three tickets to see Madonna.”

“Yup.” Eddie pops his ‘p’ clearly proud of himself. “One for you, one for Robs of course, and one for me.”

Steve whispers in awe, “But you hate Madonna.”

Eddie brushes the hair out of Steve’s face, “Please, no one can hate Madonna.” Eddie’s eyes turn soft, “Besides, you love her, and you love me. It only felt fair to have us both in the same place. And you’d worry the entire time if I wasn’t there.”

Steve throws his arms around Eddie, squeezing him tight. Hoping he can translate how much he loves this man through it. Steve loves making other people happy, but no one has loved making Steve happy, quite like Eddie. “I love you so much,” Steve says once he leans back.

Eddie kisses the place where his shoulder and his neck meet. I love you. Eddie kisses the tip of his nose. I love you more. Finally, he holds Steve’s face and says aloud,

“I love you too.”

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Was this perhaps inspired by the fact I turn 24 in a week and a half? Maybeee. I’m a lot like Steve in this where I have such mixed feelings about my birthday. I’m feeling a lot of anxiety about it if I’m honest, and I don’t have high hopes.

Unlike me, I don’t have a partner like Eddie, but Steve deserves the world and I wanted him to have some loving and domestic fluff. The idea that these two have secret signals is an important headcannon to me, and I would love to see others take on it.

I hope @henderdads you enjoyed this if you made it this far. It was a lot of fun to write. :)

[acourtofquestions]

JUST FINISHED CHAPTER 23 OF CROWN OF MIDNIGHT!!!

AND I LEGIT DONT WANT TO READ ANYTHING ELSE — BECAUSE ITS GONNA RUIN IT — THERE ARE TOO MANY BOOKS LEFT IN THE SERIES FOR THESE CHARACTERS TO BE THIS HAPPY AND ALSO STAY THIS WAY — BUT ITS JUST SO PERFECT

AND I JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY WITH CELAENA AND CHAOL FOREVER

WHYYYYYYYYY