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hitlikehammers · 5 months ago

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Steddie Missed Connection AU

feat. Craigslist-trawling-wingwoman!Robin + earnest-LA-transplant!Steve + rockstar!Eddie ✨ inspired by this actual Craigslist love story

It’s always about a 50/50 shot when Robin starts making her little back-of-the-throat squealing noises. Up to a certain pitch, Steve could pretend he had his AirPods on noise cancellation mode.

Once she reached fire-alarm-screeching levels, it overrode the settings and boom: he lost his fall guy.

Thanks, Apple.

But that’s where they are, and the squealing plus the screen in her hands, plus the way her leg’s bouncing against the table they’re both sitting at—which would have overrrode Steve’s AirPod excuse in about a minute because she’s gonna start splashing his glass of orange juice in a hot second—but all of it lumped together?

He’s lucky he’s retained his athletic reflexes post-high school—maybe only because of being joined-at-the-hip with this particular platonic soulmate, really—because by the time she’s swinging her iPad from its case to plop right down in front of him?

At least he’s quick enough to save his overnight oats from becoming aluminum-flavored when she drops the goddamn thing down without warning—caseless, the heathen—and makes indecipherable noises Steve thinks he’s maybe only heard at the zoo as she taps her nail with an migraine-inducing click on the screen.

Steve…supposes this means he’s obligated to look.

He sighs, fully expecting a dumb meme or a ‘cute TikTok’ because he knows who he fucking lives with; he reaches across the table and unfolds his glasses—really, assaulting him with this before he can even get his contacts in…

And it’s a…webpage. Like: just a webpage. A boring webpage, even. Definitely not matching up with the…squealing and table-sized earthquake of bouncing knees. He squints, tries to make it make sense.

Oh. Wow. He didn’t…

Steve did not actually know Craigslist still existed, let alone that people still used it. He was pretty sure the things for sale were always just kidnapping plots with extra steps, and then also that finding a person you walked past that one time was an FYP problem to solve. But.

Here, in front of him, in black and white and honestly like no other color:

Steve squints; it was posted this morning, but only just. Like 4am. So the last afternoon for there to be a one o’clock hour was—

Yesterday.

His yesterday was uneventful. Went shopping with Robs. Filled up the freezer and overbought shit again so they had a kind of massive and wholly mismatched dinner with the leftovers nearly popping open the fridge door. Can’t take the Midwesterner out of the man or woman, apparently.

Definitely nothing like the day this poor soul on a maybe-less-dead-than-presumed website had had. But Steve won’t pretend his heart doesn’t clench a little when he finishes reading because…it’s cheesy.

But Steve’s always been into that romantic…stuff.

“That’s very sweet,” he lands on commenting before passing the tablet back to Robin, who’s staring at him with frankly terrifying eyes. Like: lost-your-fucking-mind eyes.

“Steven.”

“What?”

“Steven.”

“Robin.”

He won’t even pretend he doesn’t jump with the metal slams on the wood where Robin narrowly misses flipping his bowl of sadly-abandoned oats with her iPad again when she slaps it down in from of him and points frantically yet again.

“Look at the location.”

Steve tilts his head.

Oh. He’d just looked at the time. And it’s not like the location in the title was…unique on its own.

“Huh,” he huffs with a shrug when he sees their part of the city listed in the main link up top. “Coinkydink.”

Robin’s growl starts deep, like a diaphragmatic thrum and Steve would be terrified of her if she were anyone else.

As it is: he’s only mildly unsettled. Specifically because the growl rumbles so…long.

Like at least a minute before she screams bloody fucking murder:

“My hair was in the buns!”

And the way she screeches it, and the maniacal twitch of those eyes…she’s saying more than those words, with those words.

Which means Steve has to put in effort to follow her coded message style of communicating, fucking hell. He hasn’t even eaten his breakfast.

He tries to think it through, at least manages to down his glass of OJ so it can’t be a sacrifice to flying iPads when he thinks he…

“Wait.”

Steve frowns. Robin just blinks.

“You don’t,” he shakes his head, or starts to, it’s a slow motion thing; “you don’t like honestly think,” but even as he’s saying it, the look in her eyes starts to make sense, and answers for him:

“This is not about me.”

Because: seriously.

“We were laughing!” Robin is immediate with her rebuttal, still in her screeching era. “No one else was there!”

“Because we specifically time our shopping for when people are at lunch on a weekday,” Steve counters quick, tries to cut her off at the pass; “a statistically slow window of opportunity for us to debate the list!”

“We write the list to avoid debating,” Robin answers in a more sedate, be reasonable now, dingus tone before she shakes her head and scowls and:

“Stop distracting me!”

Yep, back to the screeching.

“Why were you even on that fucking site?” Steve sighs as he crosses his arms and leans back in his chair.

“Steven,” Robin says again in that fucking tone that always means he’s missing the biggest, far-more-important point but does jack shit to help him find it.

“Robina.”

“Not my name, eww.”

“Well, now you know how I feel when you make up a middle name for me,” Steve sticks his tongue out very maturely to her scrunched up face: “they’re never even nice ones,” he adds, because they’re really not; “and I do know that was your next move so,” he smacks his hands opposite the screen on the table in front of him in victory as he crows:

“Denied.”

“This isn’t basketball,” Robin’s working her tongue around her lips inside her mouth, which is always deadly foreshadowing; “you didn’t block my shot or whatever—“

“Didn’t I?” Steve pushes because, well, one, he did, and two, the original conversation was absurd even for them.

“Maybe it was so empty because his security was there.”

Steve frowns. The tone’s too…even. No. No: too haughty.

“The fuck does that mean?”

“I said he looked like a rockstar,” she leans to grab back her tablet and poke near the top, obviously switching browser tabs: “so I did some digging.”

“Robin, what city do we live in?” Steve asks as she works, because yes, Steve remembers seeing a very hot fucking dude staring less in their direction than looking dumbstruck-lost as hell, and he’d considered walking over to ask if he needed help—Midwestern transplant to the bone—which was accompanied by the stray I’d fuck that gorgeous toothpick silly, but in the paper product aisle, like on the 48-count pack of Charmin, he looks soft under all that leather—then both thoughts were swiftly abandoned when the toothpick’s eyes met Steve’s and Steve maybe had to force himself to finish laughing at a joke he can’t remember now, that Robin told, because his skin felt like it was burning a little except the sun had poked behind a cloud, and his throat, it had like, it had just, it—

It just felt…weird.

He does remember that.

“But we don’t see rockstars every day,” which is fair, their neighborhood in particular is less music biz than others.

“Plus, look at this!”

Then she’s shoving the iPad back in front of Steve: it’s a TMZ shot or some other pap photo that’s more than half blur. It is indeed the parking lot at their Costco. And it does…feature a toothpick-esque figure looking similar to the one Steve remembers, but it’s more from the back than the side. And like, anyone can wear that much black in the summer. It’s a free country.

“And look at him!”

She split-screens to a Wikipedia article about a band even Steve’s heard of, if not for listening to them himself. It…he glances at the paparazzi shot.

Lead guitarist of Corroded Coffin Sighted Getting Groceries Just Like Normal People in Mar—

And then he looks back to the wiki: okay. Same band name. The guy with the guitar in the photo looks…

He has the same hair.

“Don’t tell me it’s just coincidence.”

Steve rolls his eyes.

“It is just coincidence.”

“Steve.”

Steve feels his face sour.

“I know that tone,” because he does. It never leads to things he enjoys.

“You’ve thought about him.”

“He was gorgeous,” Steve thinks he surprises her with his honesty but like, what does he have to gain by lying? Plus:

“LA’s is like the plastic surgery capital of the fucking world, it’d be kinda sad if a lot of people generally weren’t pretty.”

“He wasn’t that kind of pretty.”

And fuck if they don’t share a brain cell; fuck if she doesn’t see right through him.

“And that’s not why you’ve been thinking about him.”

And fuck if she doesn’t know Steve, far too well.

“I never once said I’d been thinking about,” he hears the words and knows they’re weak, goddamnit.

“You never had to,” Robin smiles a little and taps an annoying finger at the screen again, that’a somehow flipped right back to the Craigslist ad thingy.

And she’s actually not entirely right, because he hadn’t thought much about the gorgeous toothpick man with curls Steve wanted to be smothered by, suffocate in like a pillow. But when he did?

He’d thought most about how he looked soft, on the inside. Thought wild and idiotic things like maybe his soft could match Steve’s soft when no one else’s ever had and he was always left bruised for it, more than once near-unhealable, and maybe they could, like, if their softnesses matched, then like—

Something.

But Steve always comes on too strong, wants too much, hopes to hard and way too fast, though this shit might take the cake, there: so it was idiotic and he’d left that train of thought to derail on its own and—

Did that come on too strong?

His gaze snags on the words, those exact words up on the screen and he’s very tempted to start growling deep in the pit of his stomach, take a cue from Robin’s absurdity.

“Don’t you have a class to get to?” Steve asks, looking pointedly at the clock on the microwave: he knows she does. Pottery making. For self-edification.

She scowls but looks—swears colorfully because it’s later than she thought as she jumps up and goes to presumably…do whatever she does in the bathroom to get ready to leave and look her lesbian-luring best before she gets smattered in wet clay.

Steve remains unclear on whether that look’s more or less attractive to the specific ladies she’s trying to bait.

Either way: it prompts Robin to drop her one-woman campaign insisting Steve’s soulmate of the romantic flavor is calling our desperately into the void of the internet. But it also, however, has the…side-effect of making the time itself an obvious thing. 11:09.

Rob’s gonna take the car, she’s got…supplies and stuff.

Why that’s important is…lost on him.

He could debase himself and brave the bus, if he got off at Washington and—

What the fuck.

What. The. Fuck.

Steve very forcefully shoves Robin’s iPad back across the table and doesn’t think about anything, especially not the numbers, like the number 214, like two hours and fourteen minutes until—

Steve nearly chokes himself on his fucking spoon with how violently he shoves it, full of oats, between his lips. As if he can shut his brain up as easy as he can his mouth.

It…actually kinda works. He might have chipped a tooth.

——————

In the end, Steve is proud of himself for being reasonable and having standards. He doesn’t take a fucking bus to meet a stranger in a Costco parking lot, Jesus Christ. Come on.

He books an Uber.

(And yes, he and Robin agreed no solo Ubers for a month to save up to have the air conditioner looked at before it copped out on them because their landlord only gave a shit if it was dead-dead and yes, maybe she’d gone so far as to put their account on a hold you had to call and remove to avoid temptation—though of the two of them, she definitely had the bigger problem—but little did she think on the fact that while you had to link a phone number, you could just use Google Voice and make a new account and no, Steve’s not insane, or a hopeless romantic, or almost-asking-for-heartbreak-on-the-regular, thank you very much.

He is resourceful. And it’s only like $15 with tip. It’s a quick ride.)

He asks to be dropped near the back of the lot, and takes the walk up slow. Almost goes the long way, straight into the store. Almost turns back entirely.

But then he sees those curls.

And his throat does the…the weird tight thing for no fucking reason, and his feet don’t ask permission to walk in the direction of the man standing…less dumbstruck, now. Even from the back it’s clear.

Now: he’s waiting.

Steve can barely breathe, can’t fucking swallow for the state of his throat, but his feet still aren’t waiting for permission, so it’s only fucking seconds before he’s close enough to catch a whiff of cologne and then—

“Sorry,” Steve ducks around the man from behind and reaches out automatically to steady him when he startles. “Hey, sorry, you just looked like maybe you were looking for something?” Steve smiles as open, as reassuring as he knows. “Just wanted to check if you needed any help.”

Keep it casual, Steve, keep it fucking friendly and extra polite and—

“Oh my god.”

The guy barely breathes it out, his eyes so wide, and Steve doesn’t know why he hasn’t moved his hand from the guy’s arm but Steve can feel the electric current that runs through him, like the finest grade of trembling. And electricity, right, it travels. Conducts.

In case you felt your heart skip just one beat, didn’t even have to full-on stop—

And even that proximity to this man is nothing compared to hearing his voice, low and a little syrupy even as he stares in shock, in disbelief—and oh. Oh, but what was it the guy had written in his post? About feeling the earth move a little, or like, rewiring your cells just for meeting eyes?

Steve, he’s…

Yeah. Yeah.

Okay.

“You’re here.”

Steve blinks, rocked back to the moment to deal with the new tilt of the globe and the spontaneous realignment of his insides later. This guy’s looking at Steve like he’s unbelievable, like he’s miraculous, like he’s…

Sunshine.

“I’m here?” Steve asks, a little breathy, a little curious.

“I,” the guy swallows, lips shiny as he bites at them, fucking adorable; “I saw you, umm, yesterday and I maybe, well, possibly I wrote some,” he fumbles and sounds like he’s building up to eventual hysterics, so Steve acts wholly on instinct and reaches further now to catch at both his hands.

“Relax,” Steve breathes out with a smile, and doesn’t overthink smoothing his thumbs over the guy’s knuckles, just in case it soothes him.

“My friend,” Steve lets go with one hand and grabs his phone to show the page he’d loaded on the ride here; “she was convinced it was you, about me. I wasn’t, so,” he shakes his head quick when something falls in the guy’s face, something dims: oh, umm, no.

He cannot have that.

“Not trying to catch you out or something,” Steve exhales it warm, as reassuring as he can, with his whole chest as he grabs the guy’s hands in both his own again—since he seemed to not mind; “just,” and Steve shrugs even as he smiles a little, less self-deprecating with it than he’d probably have landed on if the guy hadn’t reacted to Steve’s hands on his by clinging back so tight:

“Just a little hard to believe, is all.”

The man barely lets the words settle before his jaw drops almost comically and he demands, high-pitched and somehow still rumbling, something commanding in it nonetheless:

“How?”

Like it’s unimaginable. Like Steve reading that post and walking into this lot and striding up to a perfect stranger—who may or may not be very famous but that’s actually not even a little bit of the point—but a stranger who would want to see him—

But then Steve’s meeting the guy’s eyes again; hadn’t wholly realized he’d been staring at their hands more than anything. Those eyes are like the night sky, swirling and endless and sparking in the right slant of light, and Steve feels them like a welcome, like a cushion of the stars, like a safe landing in a chaotic universe.

He doesn’t even know this man.

But he thinks…yesterday. Yesterday, his heart didn’t stop, not like this guy had written, but Steve understands now what it did do instead, the thing he did remember, the tightness in his throat: his heart didn’t stop.

It just surged upward and took up residence to pound at his trachea where it tripped instead. Which is kinda where he’s back to right now.

“Could I,” the guy’s voice is rough, shaky, and so is he, Steve feels it where he’s still got his hand gripped firm; “would it be too much to ask if I could hug you?”

And he huffs a breath, and it sounds too….too small, like he’s afraid or ashamed and it pings something hateful, but so much more protective in Steve’s blood just to hear it as he confesses on a end of an exhale:

“I just want to know if you’re real.”

And Steve didn’t grow up a hugger, but he sure as shit’s grown into one; he’d be one of those people standing in the city with a ��Free Hugs’ sign without much convincing. But this guy.

This man in front of him who may or may not be famous, is definitely a stranger either way save that he poured out some lines on the internet that maybe exceeded the term ‘heartfelt’ by a mile, who may or may not be standing in here, inside this moment, for something like fate because…Steve did feel it.

Maybe he didn’t think twice about the immensity it could have, not in the moment, because he’d been shopping, and Robin’s story was funny and maybe he was just struck by his luck in living a life with his platonic soulmate and knowing joy; surely your heart can trip for that and just because it never had before, just because it did this one first time when he crossed eyes with a genuinely beautiful man who left Steve with half-a-second’s certainty that looking any longer would flay wide this unknown person’s soul for Steve to sift through: but Steve felt things like that easy, always had. Romanticized nothings like it was a profession.

But it never hit like this had, has—is—before, if indeed this is actually anything—

And Steve’s heart is still tripping but it’s back in his chest, and he knows it because where he’s pressed against this guy’s kinda-gasping chest, now, close and tight? Maybe Steve’s never paid attention before, or maybe Steve’s just never…touched like this before, even if all they’re doing is hugging in a fucking parking lot.

But.

He’s pressed there and his heart’s tripping in his chest and he knows it wholly and fully because he can feel this man’s heartbeat next to his own—and where it should be a battle, because it’s pounding, both of them are, one side literally against the other?

It feels like a caress. It feels like, like…

Steve closes his eyes tight because they start to sting with the single word it feels like: impossible, absurd, but…

Here he is. He’s never felt someone’s heartbeat pressed up against his own before. Definitely never felt—never dreamt—that it could feel like it fits.

He leans back when he thinks he’s got a hold on the hopelessness of his tender-hearted absurdity, but the guy is staring at him already when he does and suddenly Steve’s got a handle on absolutely nothing except his pulse jackrabbiting some more but then also feeling…like it lost something. Like it’s not complete.

And the man, he’s staring with those eyes so wide again but now it’s like he’s…it’s kinda like he knows. He knows his eyes are going to let Steve flay him wide open.

It’s like he’s begging Steve to…look. To look and less to take, and more to…have.

Maybe, maybe to keep?

And…how?

“Do you feel it?” the guy whispers, those deep dark eyes so big: just these vulnerable, bleeding hearts on main. “Even just—“ he tries to walk back, to open it all up wider, desperate and hopeful and Steve hears all of it because it’s all written in the same key as all that Steve knows, all that Steve is. Somehow.

Somehow.

So Steve blinks, too many times before he grabs the man harder and drags him in again to hold, hold, hold until the heartbeat on either side of Steve’s ribs is reaching for the other, touching. Until they’re holding on, too, and once they do, then he can whisper, warm and maybe wet in the crook of this man’s neck, this stranger who’s holding onto his heart now, unfathomable, as he speaks words he doesn’t have to think about first to know they’re going to shift the world again, this time so they both can know it in the souls of them together, all at once:

“I feel it.”

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afewproblems · 1 year ago

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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.

#nothing says happy birthday like fluff right?#steddie kisses #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #afewproblems writes #platonic stobin #happy birthday dio

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imfinereallyy · 1 year ago

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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.

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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.

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starlight-library · 21 days ago

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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.

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ericshoney · 5 months ago

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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.

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ghostmemesource · 9 months ago

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👻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. ❞

#rp memes #rp meme #birthday rp meme #fluffy rp meme #fluff rp meme #platonic rp meme

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lemonandlime22 · 1 year ago

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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 · 7 months ago

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

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

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

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

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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.

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glxyqst · 3 months ago

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Hank takes Connor to the aquarium as a “surprise” birthday trip… but the real surprise is a special new exhibit that changes Connor’s world. @hankcon-bingo

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i-writes-things · 2 years ago

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Avenger Birthday Bash

Natasha x daughter!reader

Summary: Natasha's daughter isn't the fondest of her mom's new girlfriend. BIRTHDAY PARTY

Warnings: fluffy, remembering past.

Extra Pairings:

Bruce Banner x Platonic!reader

Natasha x Maria Hill

Not my gifs*

“I think I owe her that at least.”

“I’ll start planning!”

“No, no I am not letting you plan any part of this!”

“It’ll be lovely.” Maria kissed her girlfriend good bye and left Natasha speechless.

“Mom…?” You emphasized dramatically down the corridors of the Avengers compound. “Mom-” you turned a corner, almost bumping into, well, Maria Hill. Your mom’s girlfriend, who you liked and the relationship wasn’t new to you so it wasn’t as awkward as it use to be around her. “Hey, Miss Hill,” Except for that. That made things unnecessarily awkward. “Have you seen my mom?”

“Hello, Y/n, yes she is up in the kitchen.” The moment being stretched out by neither of you moving away to continue down your separate paths. You didn't have anything else to say, but the second you started to move she stuttered saying, “Hey- So- Y/n,” You turned back to her, “ You excited for your birthday?”

“Yeah I am, thanks.” And with that you were gone.

Before Maria and Natasha had become “a thing” you would joke around with the commander when going on mission or seeing her around the compound. So now that the demeanor between the both of you is very different, neither of you knows how to get back to normal. You hadn’t thought about it for too long at one time.

Her and mom might not even last, so what does it matter.

“Happy birthday, pretty girl!” Natasha kissed your cheek as you woke up to her voice. “Look whos awake,” You breathed in and rolled into her arms. “Hu- Hi my sweets, are you hungry. Wanda made your favorite.” Instantly smiling, you bring your mom into a hug.

“Thank you, thank you, mama.”

“Your welcome,” she kissed your forehead, “Tell your aunt the same.”

“Mhm.”

“I’ll see you down there?”

“Yes.”

“Happy birthday Y/n!” Wanda exclaimed as you walked in the kitchen, Sam and Bucky joining in, in wishing you a good birthday. Even Thor hoped your birthday would be godly. You ate and thanked your aunt for the food, then set out to find your mother for your birthday party. You walked down the halls in search of the distant music, or bumping into bruce racing to get to your party before you could find it. While all you found was Natasha comforting her girlfriend of your presence.

“Hasn’t been so long.”

“It’s been long enough.”

“She’ll come around.

“I don’t know, Nat. She-”

“Look at me, Maria. I will have a chat with my daughter about this. Y/n, likes you, I know she does. I guess this is just still new to her.” You had heard enough, and was walking away, trying to take extra long to “find” the party itself, as it seemed they needed a minute. Thus, when walking down halls feeling guilty and having an accused look on your face, of course it was Bruce to find you. He couldn’t really tell what you were feeling, but knew it had a sort of weight to it.

“You find the extravaganza, yet, kid?” He tried a smile and you returned it, softly.

“Not yet, but by the way your headed, it seems I’m going the wrong direction.”

“Maybe,” You knew you were, but Bruce didn’t, “maybe not.” A light beat passed before he went on. “Walk with me?” He started walking and you kept up with him at his right side.

“You make anything for the party?” You asked, as Bruce and Tony usually teamed up to make you a cool invention each year.

“You’ll have to wait and see.” You groaned, wanting him to just tell you.

“Come on-”

“I am not saying a word, Y/n.”

“Alright, fine. Bruce, can I ask your opinion.”

“Sure.”

“What do you think about mom and Maria?” Bruce’s eyes furrowed, as he walked on. He wasn’t sure. He hadn’t thought to much on the idea.

“Well, their dating.”

“Everyone knows that, fool. Do you think they are gonna last?” Contemplating your words, he turns to you.

“I can’t answer that, all I know is that they are a good couple right now, how am I supposed to know if they will be in a year, or 10 years. I am not sure if Natasha can even answer that one for you, kid.” He finished and saw the expression on your face, then putting am arm around your shoulders, forcing you to move with him. “Lets go have a great party, okay?’

“Yeah, okay.”

“It is your Birthday, after all!”

Walking into the party, where everyone and everything was setting up to look like an extravagant birthday card, you smiled at your family’s hard work..

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!” They all shouted at somewhat of the same time. You cut the cake, and opened presents, Natasha took your picture with all the family behind you, Thor picked you up in a tight but loving hug, Tony helped you blow out your candles, calling you old and Bruce showed you the invention he and Tony had worked on. A new suit, just for you.

“MOM! TONY AND BRUCE GOT ME A NEW SUIT.” You shouted across the room. Natasha saw how excited you were, and so decided she would yell at the men later, about the safety of her daughter. Right now was her birthday.

“That’s wonderful! You’ll have to wear it to training.”

Once the late afternoon had started, there was no stopping it or Avengers becoming tired from all the birthday happenings. And while laying on the couch with your mom, watching some show, you turned to her and asked about Maria and her, letting her know about the awkward situation that had gone on earlier.

“Maria isn’t going anywhere, sweetheart.” Your eyes wandered towards commander Hill.

“But what about me?

“What about you, baby?

“I don’t know, when are we gonna hang out? Ever?” Natasha’s eyes fluttered, not realizing what you had been feeling.

“We will hang out all the time. She could never take me away from you baby, okay?” You just nod, and go in for a hug. “Come on, babe, lets go celebrate my little widow.”

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melancholygypsophila · 2 years ago

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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.”

#genshin impact xiao #xiao's birthday #xiao likes almond tofu #platonic or romantic #birthday fluff #reader can be read as traveler #pov second person #xiao x reader

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watatsumiis · 2 years ago

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Happy Birthday, Thoma! (Thoma X Reader drabble)

Content: Thoma X gender neutral!reader with a pre-established bond - written entirely platonically but can be read whatever way. Mentions of people 'forgetting' his birthday (they haven't really).

It's no secret that the housekeeper of the Yashiro Commission is almost as busy as the Commissioner himself - it's rare to see him stand still, let alone sit down and take a break of his own volition. He seems to revel in having something to do at any given moment.

Thoma spending his birthday working away wouldn't have surprised you if it weren't for the fact that it seemed that the rest of the household had collectively forgotten to wish him a happy birthday. It's a bright, sunny day out, which quite suits Thoma's own sunny disposition.

The man in question is hanging a load of washing just outside the estate, hair wrapped up in a white kerchief to keep it out of his face. He straightens up as you approach, letting out a soft groan as he stretches his back out.

"Hey there, T." You greet him happily and he turns on his heel to face you, giving you one of his signature broad smiles that makes you feel warm on the inside.

"Heya!" He chirrups out pleasantly, wiping some sweat off his forehead with a freckled forearm and setting his other hand on his hip. "It's a nice day, isn't it?" He doesn't wait for your reply before barrelling on. "If you're looking for either of the Kamisato's, I'm afraid you're out of luck. They're in the city today, it seems they had other things to do." There seems to be no hint of upsetness or annoyance in his voice at all. You wonder if maybe you've got the date wrong, and furrow your brow.

Thoma catches onto your hesitance instantly, his eyebrows pinching together in the middle and his head tilting to the side in a puppy-like manner. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asks, as if he isn't the one who should be upset here.

"I…uh… it is your birthday today, right?" You ask him, not wanting to make a fool of yourself by presenting him a gift on the wrong day.

Thoma seems taken aback, almost baffled, and you begin to curse yourself for somehow getting the date wrong. He scratches at the light smattering of strawberry blond stubble on his chin, only visible thanks to how bright it is out here. "Huh. It might be." He muses.

"Might be?" You echo incredulously and set your hands on your hips. Thoma shrugs and gives you an easygoing grin that makes his eyes crinkle in the corners.

"Yep, that would explain the flowers - oh, and the new sewing kit." You blink at him disbelievingly.

"You forgot your own birthday?" He chuckles, then stoops down suddenly to scoop up an undershirt to hang on the line.

"It sure seems that way." He's so completely nonchalant about it that you almost feel bad for him.

"Hey!" You reach out to take the shirt from him and he gives you a look that borders on upset. "No chores on your birthday!"

"I've been doing chores all morning." Thoma informs you, hardly missing a beat before he plucks another item of clothing from the basket. "That one goes here." He murmurs in an undertone, tapping an empty space on the line for you to pin the shirt to.

You realise now why he didn't know it was his birthday - he must've been busy all morning. "Didn't Ayato or Ayaka say anything to you? Or… anyone?" You reach up and hang the shirt out to dry, doing your best to mimic how Thoma has laid them all out nearly before you bend down to grab something else out of the basket.

"The Estate has been rather empty today. I'd assume the Lord and Lady are busy trying to upstage my surprise parties from last year." Thoma puffs his chest out smugly and chuckles to himself.

"Huh." You suppose that makes sense, but you can't help but be a little upset at the rest of the household for just allowing Thoma to go about his chores like normal. You pin up clothes in silence for a few moments before Thoma speaks up again.

"So, do I get a 'Happy Birthday', or just a scolding?" Thoma teases you brightly, green eyes narrowed in amusement as he cards his fingers through his hair.

You give him a light push on his upper arm. "No more chores for today, alright?" He dips his head obediently, and you pull the last item out of the basket before he can and hang it up quickly. "Happy Birthday, Thoma."

Please don't copy, repost, plagarise or otherwise steal my writing! (This includes posting translations!)

#Genshin Impact #Genshin Impact X reader #Genshin X reader #Genshin Impact fluff #Thoma X reader #Thoma X reader fluff #My writing #Thoma #Thoma fluff #Platonic X reader #Platonic genshin X reader #I feel like letting Thoma forget his own birthday would be the only way the Kamisatos could even hope to get the drop on him for a #Surprise party or something like that #Man's just knows everyone's routines way too well and can tell the moment something is up #Anyways I love Thoma so much I'm gonna chew on him

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imfinereallyy · 1 year ago

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@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. :)

#steddie #giving these boys the fluff they deserve #they have secret signals for everything #especially a ‘can you believe this guy’ one #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #birthday blues #stranger things #domestic fluff #happy ending #my writing #platonic stobin #Robin Buckley

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doudouneverte · 2 years ago

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Shapeshifter and Valentine's Day | VW (d-four)

a/n: day four of the valentine week i hope you had a great day. here it is the fourth fic and it is in the same univers of my mama!nat fic and liked to write so i hope you'll like. And of course Happy Birthday to the gorgeous Elizabeth Olsen. See you tomorrow for the [Y.B] or [A.D] fic, i don't choose yet.

*not my GIF*

Wanda Maximoff x Romanoff!Reader; Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!Reader; Yelena Belova x Female!reader(aunt-niece); Pietro Maximoff x Female!Reader(best friend)

summary: today it's valentine's day but Wanda seem upset

Type: Fluff

Warning : me who don't know how to write a meal name and nothing else i thinks

word count: 1850

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You've unlocked a lot of skills since you grew up with your mom, but even if you could lie like a professional, there were three people who were able to tell when you weren't telling the truth: your mom, of course; your auntie Yelena; and your girlfriend Wanda (because of her power). But today you had planned something special, and you couldn't let anyone find it. It was a Tuesday; you came to school like you usually do, and you were greeted by Peter, Ned, and MJ. You talked about everything and nothing before you spotted silver hairs in front of your locker. "Hey Piet, how are you?" you asked, and he looked at where the voice came from.

"Oh, you're here," You looked confused. "Wanda wants to kill you, like literally, and I'm fast but not enough to stop her, so do something," he said and disappeared. You and your friends were stunts. Why would your girlfriend want to kill you? You started to remind yourself the last week to find out if you did something that could upset the Sokovian, but the answer came when you opened your locker. A wave of letters, and at the color and the heart stickers, that was Valentine's letter.

"Wow, you have a lot of fan Y/N" MJ commented, and you started to connect the dots. You picked up the letters and grabbed your things before heading to your math class. At the lunch break, you tried to speak with the witch, but she didn't even look at you. Okay, she gave you a cold treatment, and it was not your fault; that's not fair.

You thought about something to do, and you heard Pietro talk about training this afternoon, and you found a plan. After school, you rush to the compound "Good afternoon, Miss Romanoff, and happy Valentine's Day." Friday greeted you.

"Thanks you, Friday. Do you know where my mom is?" you asked

"Mrs. Romanoff is in the kitchen," the IA replied.

"Thanks you," and you ran to the kitchen, but before you met Maria, Steve, Sam, and Bucky, they seemed to talk about a previous mission, but you didn't mind; you greeted them and continued your course. In the kitchen, you found Natasha with a PBJ sandwich and Yelena, who was trying to cook something else except mac'n'cheese. Okay, it was weird, but you had the whole day to ask more about it. "Hey mom, hey auntie Yelena," you said loudly to not freak them out.

"Hey little poser, how was school?" The blonde asked, and you rolled your eyes at the nickname before replying.

"Horrible," you said, and Natasha frowned and raised her eyebrows. It was not uncommon for you to say 'school was... school' but this time it seems more than that.

"What happened, my love?" your mom asked with concern in her voice. You didn't reply; you just opened your bag and threw all the letters on the table. "What is that?" The sisters asked before they grabbed one letter and started to read it.

"Oh, the little witch is so romantic," your aunt commented.

"It's not from Wanda," you replied, and they both stared at you. They were expecting more: "It's from a girl or a guy in school, I don't know, but Wanda saw one of them put one letter in my locker, and she was upset all the day," when you explained you were making a PBJ sandwich too. You took a bite and spoke again: "I have to do something to tell her it was a misunderstanding, and Pietro tried to tell her, but even he didn't change anything." You took another bite: "I planned something, but I need your help," you said, and they gave you all their attention: "I need someone to distract her while I prepare a special date or something." Your mom was about to say something, but you cut her off: "Don't worry, we will stay at the compound."

"So what do you want to do?" Yelena asked

"I need you to help me cook something for her," you said to the younger widow and looked at the older, "and I need you to reschedule her training to this afternoon to give us the time to prepare anything."

"Hey, I can help in the kitchen too," your mom argued, and you both raised your eyebrows at her. "Okay, maybe I'm not as good as your auntie, but I can do something too, like be your sous-chef." You didn't lower your eyebrows and look at her sandwich; the redhead looked at the sandwich too. "Okay, but you own me a lot of cuddles for this," she said before exiting the kitchen.

After twenty minutes, you finally found a meal to do: chicken paprika. It's her favorite food, so you couldn't fail. Wanda came to the kitchen and said, "Hello, Yelena." She grabbed a bottle of water and some snacks.

"Hey little witch, how was school?" Yelena asked

"Like usual, you know school is school." She started to walk away until Yelena called her.

"Where are you going?"

"Training, Natasha, reschedule for today." She restarted walking when you spoke.

"Don't hurt my mom too much, babe," you said, but she didn't reply and walked away for good. "Oh no, don't worry, you know I love you too much to do something like that, darling. Okay, I love you. Bye, honey. "I love you too; see you later, detka" you whispered to yourself, and your aunt couldn't hold back her laughter at your antics.

"She didn't even look at you; you're really fucked up, little poser," you sighed, and you both started to cook. It was hard, like really hard and tiring, and you failed twice, but now it was 9 p.m. and you finally made something that looked and tasted like Wanda's paprishka. You were glad and decided to take a shower before seeing your pouty girlfriend. On your way to your mom's room, you met Pietro.

"Hey little spider, how is my sestra?" He asked and walked with you.

"She was mad the last time I saw her; she didn't even look at me." Pietro lands his hand on your shoulder to show you his support, "But don't worry, Piet, I decided to make something that will bring my girlfriend back," and without another word you rush to the bedroom, then to the bathroom.

You needed this shower; like, really, the day was exhausting with Wanda, who was in a bad mood, your mom, who pouted because you didn't want to cook with her, and Yelena, who almost killed you when she tried to show you how skilled she was with a knife. Yeah, you needed this time alone. After changing yourself, you rush to Wanda's room, but before you steal a rose from the bouquet Tony wanted to offer to Pepper (they won't see), you were here in front of the door, and you were... stressed? Yeah, of course, because you know she could decide to not forgive you or, worse, not talk to you, and that would mean you did all this for nothing.

'Knock knock' the witch looked at the door and waited a little longer before hearing someone knock again. "Come in," she said, and you opened the door. She saw your face and the apology look on it; she saw the rose; and she saw your smile when she didn't throw you across the hallway after seeing it was you. Honestly, she had already "forgiven" you, and she wanted to apologize. No, she needed to apologize. It was not really your fault if they put letters on your locker, but it was too much for her.

"Hey Wands, I want to apologize for this morning. I should've known..." She cut you off.

"Y/n stop." and you did "You don't have to apologize; I should do it, and I'm sorry. I knew it was not your fault if you received those letters, but I was scared that maybe you would want to be with them, so I acted like a child. I know I shouldn't be jealous or something; I know you love me, but I needed to be mad at someone, and I can't hurt people, so I was mad at you. You didn't deserve it, and I'm really sorry. Forgive me, Y/n, please."

You were speechless. You came to apologize and remind her that she was the only one you wanted, but now you didn't really know what to do, so you had to improvise. "Okay, I accept your apology on two conditions." She nodded hesitantly. "One, you took this rose because I think I cut myself with a thorn." She took the flower carefully, and she smirked. "And two, I want you to kiss me; like, really, I missed you all day. I start to know what Tony feels when Pepper is busy with work—"you were cut off when she crashed her lips against yours.

When she pulled away, you wanted to complain, but you both heard a voice from the doorframe: "It was like the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life." Pietro said you both blushed before you noticed what he had in his hands.

"Pietro, what do you eat?" You asked and secretly hoped he would not say what you thought.

"Oh, someone made the dinner and we were about to eat that's why I'm here." You were about to say something, but the speedster was... faster. "I don't know who prepared this paprishka, but it's pretty good." he look at Wanda "not good as yours but it's good you should taste"

"Pietro, that was not for you," they both looked at you, "it was for my date with Wanda," you added, and the witch blushed. Suddenly, Yelena appeared next to your best friend.

"Y/n, they are ruining your date with the little witch," she said, and then looked at the boy. "Oh, is it good?" She asked, and he nodded, "Good because we spent a lot of time to do this." She then looked at you and said, "You should come to eat and have 'family dinner'." She made air quotes, and you laughed.

When she and Pietro left to eat, you were alone with Wanda. "I think I hate them," you said, and she chuckled.

"We both know it's not true," she replied.

"Yeah, but I wish I could."

"If you hate them, can you keep loving me?"

"Always," and you kissed her. "Now let's go before they finish everything." You stood up and started to walk to the kitchen.

"Y/N?" Wanda called you, and you turned around to look at her "I love you."

You blushed. "I love you too, Wanda," you replied, giving her an air kiss. "Now the first at the kitchen, choose the film for tonight." You started to run.

"Hey, that's not fair!" the Sokovian started to run too. "I hate you, Y/N!" she yelled.

"We know it's not true!" you yelled back.

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