#birthday surprise

[jasmines-library]

Hii my bday is at 18th and i’m spending it alone so i thought of requesting a winchester sister where they just celebrate her birthday softly hahah

A Winchester Surprise

Hello lovely! Happy Birthday! Thank you so much for requesting, it means a lot to hear that people are enjoying my work. I'm sorry to hear that you have to celebrate your special day alone, but I'm hoping that the Winchesters will help cheer you up a little :)

Summary: After years of your birthday being forgotten or consumed by a hunt, your brothers make sure that this one is extra special.

Warnings: None!

Word Count: around 1.6k

⛤ MAIN MASTERLIST ⛤

When you awoke the bunker was silent. Your bare feet padded down the hallway as you made your way towards the kitchen. To your disappointment, Dean wasn't hovering over the cooker, nursing a tray of bacon. He wasn't in the library either. Furrowing your brow, you ventured back down the halls, settling outside of his room. You knocked, bouncing on your heels as you waited for his gruff answer, but you were only met with silence. So, you pushed the door open.

Dean's room was dark, but when you reached blindly for the switch, his bed was empty and unmade. Sighing, you turned up the hall to try your other brother. Similarly there was no sign Sam, though his sheets were neatly tucked into his bed. You figured he must have been on a run, until your phone buzzed and his number flashed up on the screen. Your heart sank when you read the message.

Sam: A hunt came up last minute, didn't want to wake you. It's not far. We should be back in a few hours, if not there's food in the fridge.

You sighed, shutting your phone off and slipping it back into your pocket. They had forgotten. Again.

For years, your birthday had often slipped their minds. When John was still alive, your special day hardly ever crossed his train of thought. When you were too young to hunt, your birthday was often spent with your brothers, locked away in some shitty motel room in the middle of who knows where. Dean was the one who made an effort to get you something. A few times he had even resorted to stealing, though that never really ended well, but the gesture always brought a grin to your face. Sammy always tried hard too, he would draw you pictures of give you one of his precious items that he had stashed away. But as they three of you got older and your brothers began to hunt, you were often left alone.

You wanted to be mad at your brothers for forgetting your birthday, you really did, but with everything that was going on in your lives you supposed it was something that was understandable. Besides, it was too hard to be mad at them when they tried so hard to balance everything.

Slightly disheartened, but trying to to let it ruin your day, you busied yourself with various jobs around the bunker. But as time ticked by and there was still no sign of your brothers, you picked up a book and slunk back into your room, curling up on your bed to read it.

It wasn’t long after you had settled down to read your book that a loud commotion broke through the silence of your room, occasionally broken but the sound of your pages turning. Intrigued, you slid out of bed and into the rest of the bunker.

It was oddly dark in the main entrance to the bunker, which was weird because you didn’t remember turning off the light. It was even stranger because if your brothers were home, they would need the light to see.

“Hello?” You called out into the silence. There was a hubble of whispering and shuffling coming from the library before it fell silent again. “Sam? Dean?”

As you made your way into the library, you reached blindly for the light switch. It flickered on, illuminating the room. When your turned around, your heart swelled.

In front of you stood your two brothers, spaced either side of the closest table, each wearing a party hat that looked far too uncomfortable on their heads. They had decorated the table with a selection of balloons in your favourite colour. In front of them lay a pile of badly wrapped gifts. Some of which were just paper bags from the gas station folded over and taped together with your name or some sort of drawing scrawled along the top.

What really caught you eye, and allowed a long smile to appear on your face, was the pie placed precariously in the centre of the table. Someone had suck a couple of candles in the middle of it.

“I- I thought you forgot.” You told them.

“How could we forget, sweetheart. It’s our little sisters special day.” Dean said, moving around the table to wrap you up in one of his bearhugs.

“You did all this for me?”

“Of course we did, kiddo.”

You grinned, engulfed in your brothers’ arms.

“There was no hunt, was there?”

Sam shook his head, which only made your heart swell more. They had taken time out of their day to do this for you.

“I know it’s not much, but we didn’t really know what to get you.” Dean told you. “And we couldn’t find a cake we thought you would like so we got you your favourite pie instead. But if you want us to go and get you something else then we can-“

“It’s perfect.” You beamed, cutting off his rambling.

“Dean was planning on cooking you up something to eat tonight. We thought it would be nice to also watch a movie or something together. We’ve got all the snacks you could ever need.”

“I would love that.”

~~~

The rest of the evening was full of laughter. Dean had attempted to cook your mothers famous casserole, but he wasn’t very successful. He ended up spilling half of the contents before burning the rest in the oven, so the three of you ordered your choice of take out. You then retracted to your room and piled up on the bed to watch a movie. You were squashed between the two boys, who took up most of the bed. Especially Sam. It reminded you of when you were small. And it brought a soft smile to your face.

“Thank you.” You told your brothers as the first film rolled to a close.

“For what?” Dean queried, shifting on the bed to face you.

You gestured around the room. “For this.”

“Oh y/n, it’s nothing really kiddo-“ Sam started.

“And for always being there. I don’t know what I’d do without you two.”

Sam looked at you in awe, before using the arm he had wrapped around your shoulder to squeeze you closer to him. “We’re so proud of you, Y/N. So proud.”

You smiled at Sam who returned the gesture without hesitation. Dean watched the two of you closely. He had had never been so proud of two people, ever.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” Dean told you. “We love you so much.”

Note: I hope this was satisfactory! And I hope that you have a great birthday. Lots of love :)

[i-did-not-mean-to]

+°* Birthday Surprise +°*

Dear @sauron-kraut, for my Bday, I want to introduce you to @lycheesodas.

I have taken the liberty of asking this lovely artist (commissions open here) to illustrate your beautiful ficlet.

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Surprise! <3

Everyone, please go support both these amazing people! Get your fill of beautiful art and terrific writing!

[lanceyblog]

It’s Keith’s birthday tomorrow and I’m already plotting the most embarrassing thing I can do.

-Lance

[lilithblackwood]

Birthday Drawing

Today is officially the anniversary of the day I spawned, and what better way to celebrate it than to present this gorgeous masterpiece the amazing @simpin-on-noodles drew for me, featuring my lovingly toxic ship: my TADC OC Barbie and Jax!😭💓💕💞

[drymushroomfics]

A Gift {2/3}

Chapter 2: Birthday

Rory McCann x Female Reader Ch. 1 Ch. 3

Waking up, you take a look around the room. In nothing but your bra, you notice your dress and ripped underwear on the floor. Memories start to flood back from last night. You run your hands through your dishovled hair and let out a breath. You don't even know what to think of it. You were so worn out that it didn't take you long to fall asleep after he left you. You don't even know what last night will do to your friendship with Rory. You've always had a crush on him but it turned into something more last year when you went sailing with him for a couple days. Waking up and spending all day with him and no one else made you realize just how much you enjoyed him just as he was.

You knew you loved him. Now everything might be ruined. You get out of bed to find your phone, hoping to find a text or call from him. Nothing from him. Only texts from your other friends, wishing you a happy birthday. You loved hearing from your friends but the ache and worry only dulled the gratitude.

•○•◇•○•♡•○•◇•○• Rory sips at his morning coffee, his mind whirrling with negativity. Last night was too much for him. He was so rough and vulgar with you and you loved it. He'd never heard a woman make the noises you did last night and even thinking about it now, it made him hard. He feels ashamed of how much he enjoyed treating you that way. His insecurities start to seep in further realizing that you were moaning for Sandor; not him. He worries that you only want the fantasy of the Hound and not who he really is. He's just Rory, your close friend. He's worried that's all he'll ever be to you. He's worried that what he did last night really fucked up your friendship. •○•◇•○•♡•○•◇•○• A little into the afternoon, you finally decide to out right face your woes and call him.

The line rings and you fiddle with the edge of your shirt.

You can't help but to smile despite your worries when you hear his voice.

"Hey… Are you alright?… I'm just calling to check on you. I haven't heard from you… Since yesterday", you say.

"I should've already called to check on you… I should've already wished you a Happy Birthday…I'm sorry… I really am… I should've talked to you before and-"

"You don't have to apologize, Rory…. It was… I can't imagine a better gift… for any holiday, really…"

You hear him let out a sigh of relief.

"So… you enjoyed it?… Even how I treated you…", he asks.

"I think uh… it was pretty obvious."

He laughs, "I guess it was… I uh… I enjoyed myself…but you already know that too."

"Wanna come over and get drunk with me, then?"

Rory remembers the surprise party. Everyone's ambushing your house at nine so if he came by earlier, it'd give you time to talk.

"Eight tonight, alright with you?", he asks you.

"Perfect…. You're not gonna roll in here in a wheelchair next, are you?", you ask, joking with him.

"You're unbelieveable!"

You laugh.

"No… I don't think I could do to you what I did last night in a wheelchair."

Heat spreads through you at his statement.

"Maybe my next birthday? I'll get the Kenny special?"

"Funny… See you at eight, y/n."

•○•◇•○•♡•○•◇•○• Hearing Rory's knock at the door, you try to mentally prepare yourself for seeing him again.

When you do open the door, your eyes meet and you both stand there unsure of yourselves and each other.

"Happy Birthday.", he smiles, hoping to break the tention.

Your heart always melt when he smiles at you.

"Thanks, Rory.", you reply, letting him in and taking the wine he'd brought.

He follows you inside and memories can't help but come back of you and him last night. The way he touched you; the way he fucked you. Your face heats up and you do your best to dismiss it. Pouring the wine for each of you, you can't help but wonder what's going through his head as he stands in your kitchen.

"Wanna sit outside?… It's nice out. Not as cool as I thought it'd be tonight.", he offers, slipping out of his sweater.

You nod following him onto the back porch.

You and him take a seat on your outdoor swing, looking out at the darkened sky.

"I have to ask… What made you think of uh… bringing Sandor back out as my gift?, you ask him.

He scratches at the back of his neck, his nerves flashing through him.

"Well… I knew you liked him… I wanted to give you something no one else could… I think I managed that."

You let out a little chuckle, "That you did… But uh… You were there too, Rory… You… You came down my throat. I don't think that happens when you're just friends, mostly."

His face reddens at your words.

He moves his hand to take hold of yours. You turn to look at him as he takes in a breath, nervous to confess his true feelings. Looking into your soft eyes, he knows he has to be honest.

"I wanted it… I wanted you… I just… Maybe I should've told you before barging in and making thinks complicated… I thought if you didn't want me, then I could at least give you something you wanted while being selfish and experiencing my wants as well."

You move your free hand up to the side of his face, "Rory… You didn't have to dress up as anyone to give me a fantasy… When I told you that you were enough of a gift, I meant it… Don't get me wrong, last night was beyond wonderful but, under those clothes, was just you; Your mind… Your body… That's all you… and I want you."

His heart swells at your reply, all his fears and worries leaving him. He takes his hand and pulls yours from the side of his face to kiss your soft palm.

You find yourself leaning forward, reaching up to meet his lips. His hand goes to the back of your neck, cradling you there. Thats when both of of you realize that you never kissed each other. Not once last night did your lips touch, making right now so much sweeter.

"I think I'd like to request one more gift for my birthday…", you tell him when you pull away.

"..and quite frankly on any other day of the week… I want you, Rory. Not someone with your face. You just as you are. I want to see you and it'd be nice if you didn't bolt afterwards…", you explain.

"I really am sorry… I started to get second guess everything and had to leave before I broke character. I wanted it to be special for you."

"Of course it was. But, I think I can say that I'll always prefer the real you… Don't ever think less."

You smile at each other before his lips meet yours again.

Visions of you on your knees and his cock in your mouth flash through his mind and he feels his arousal growing. Just as your hand moves to his jeans, you both hear knocking.

"Who is that?", you ask, confused and breathless.

"Fuck.", he groans, straightening himself.

"Go answer the door.", he tells you.

Confusion on your face, you walk inside and toward your front door.

"SURPRISE!", your friends yell as you open the door.

You smile brightly, greeting and hugging them.

They all step in, making themselves at home; as usual.

"Did you really think we'd leave you all alone on your birthday?!", your friend, Anna asks, setting down a white box on your kitchen table.

"Of course not.", you reply, moving to the cabinet and grabbing glasses to make drinks for your friends.

Your heard turns when you hear the back door shut. Rory steps into view and they all look at him.

"What were you two up to before we got here?", your other friend, Daniel asks with a smirk on his face.

"Talking, why?", you question, eyebrow arching.

"No reason…. Rory's shirt's a little unbuttoned."

You and Rory look at each other before realizing you never touched his shirt.

Your friends all laugh.

"Fuckin' caught ya! We've been tryin' to get you two to fuck for years!

It's about fuckin' time!", he laughs, holding up his drink to cheers.

"Oh fuck off!", you joke, holding up your own glass.

"Here's to you, my dear, and finally getting laid by our other dear friend, Rory!", Daniel announces.

Everyone clinks drinks.

Anna moves to open the white box she had set down, revealing a birthday cake with your name on it.

"You really didn't have to!", you smile at them.

"Oh shut it!", your other friend, Allen, chimes in, sticking candles in the cake.

They make you take a seat and you blush as everyone sings you Happy Birthday as Anna lights the candles.

"You better make a good wish.", Daniel winks.

You close your eyes, your brain immediately picturing Rory with his arms around you. You realize that you have everything you need right in this room.

You open your eyes, blowing out the fire.

Everyone cheers and clinks their glasses again.

You spend the rest of the evening with not a care in the world. Just you and your friends having a nice time.

Well, almost not a care in the world. You may not have had any worries the whole evening, but being interrupted by your friends earlier left you in a wanting state. Your mind couldn't let go of Rory's touch. You wanted him now.

[onlygenxhere]

Happy Birthday @missjoolee!

Made you a moodboard for your awesome fic Justice, Over Easy!

When the night she has planned almost ends before it starts, Julie recruits Luke (and by proxy the rest of Sunset Curve) to help her and Flynn pull off a revenge scheme of epic proportions. Hoping to only gain a little bit of vengeance, Julie is unprepared for the memories and relationships that begin to blossom.

[kurolini909]

Happy Birthday Blue!!!! 🎉🎉🎉

@bluepallilworld , Did you think I'd miss out on your surprise? >:3

Soon as @zu-is-here told me I was in!

🎁

🎁

Here's one very carnivorous, very adorable Moony for your special day. UwU

- Best wishes from your pal Sketchy Cat, have the amazing day and year and life you deserve, you incredible person!!!!

💕💕💕💕

[gordopickett]

Birthday gifts from my bestie! 💙 We met online via the Ben Mendelsohn fandom almost 2 years ago & live across the US from each other. I've been re-watching For All Mankind with her recently (her 1st time), and of course she knows how much I love Gordo (& Michael Dorman in general)! So, she sent me this Gordo vase (!!!) with my favorite flowers 🌷💐, a heart balloon ❤️🎈, and a teddy bear 🧸 because I always refer to Michael as my sweet teddy bear, & to Gordo as my sweet chubby teddy bear astronaut boy! 🧸👨‍🚀🚀 This was such a wonderful & unexpected birthday surprise! 🥰🎉🎁

[whirlwindflux]

A little birthday surprise for @rutkotka who recently celebrated!

[skullcandy11111198]

Leveragetober23 Day 5: birthday

It was his birthday. Ugh.

Yet another humdrum day of feigned well wishes from silly little sycophants that just want to be as high up as him, hoping to step on him on their own way up. (He knows he's better than all of them, but do they really need to remind him every time they open their mouths and let drivel pour out? NO. But they do it anyway. *Sigh*) Yet another backpack from the higher ups as a show of "appreciation" for his dedication to the organization all these years. Yet another pointed text from his ex-wife reveling in his advanced age -- congratulations waylaid and thrown over a cliff long before she ever got to the "happy" part of happy birthday.

The only joy this day brings him is the wonderful dinner his daughter treats him to every year. Since she was 7 she decided it was her job to get her dad to show one real smile (not solely aimed at her) at least one day a year, so she always sends him some sort of surprise gift when he leasts expects it. Ironically, he has therefore come to completely expect it, but she still manages to surprises him every year (though it really shouldn't given the type of woman she has become) with caring and thoughtful gifts that mean the world to him. She may never understand how much, but she is the reason for his joy, and if she wants him to be happy, then he will, simply for her.

Therefore, he was excited (deep, deep down in his gut, probably somewhere behind his left kidney), and not all that suspicious, when he came back from yet another meeting on this damnable day to find the CD port of his computer popped open, with a disk lying in the slot, topped with a large pink bow. On the CD, someone had written "SURPRISE!" and beneath it, "Happy Birthday!"

Feeling a small bounce of excitement within him (that he will forever deny on pain of death or sodium pentathol), and wondering what his daughter had gotten him this year, he moved the bow aside and pushed in the disk.

BOOOOOOM

Confetti explodes from tubes hidden throughout his office! His plants somehow start singing happy birthday songs, each in a different language! His blinds act on their own accord, closing to reveal another birthday message across the shutters! A party hat descends from a pulley machine lowering down from the ceiling tiles, to hang jauntily off the side of his head! His drawers pop open to reveal a cake that looks like it was baked, iced, and decorated in his desk! And his computer! Oh his computer…

His screen has been taken over by a repeating video of Eliot Spencer, Alec Hardison, and Parker, all in party hats, blowing kazoos with shrieking noises emanating from his speakers, and hoisting red solo cups and cupcakes at him mockingly from under a banner declaring "Happy Birthday!" in joyful, bright font. At the bottom of the screen, once the video had replayed enough times and he could hear again after the confetti pipe bombs stopped exploding in his face, a small message appeared at the bottom of the screen.

"Check the confetti." He scowled. He checked the confetti.

"Your birthday present is in your couch." He scowled. He checked his couch.

A close examination revealed the cushions were not at the exact angle he always left them in (to allow any interlopers who dared one, enter his office or two, sit on his furniture, to immediately slouch and slide forward in an unbecoming manner). Pulling away the cushions revealed a large streamer acting as a pull tab to open the base of his couch, and when he pulled it (cringing inside at the thought of any more…surprises) it revealed…A man. A man, wrapped in wrapping paper and ribbon (is that duct tape?), in a surprisingly secure manner to keep him from escaping. A man with a bow on his head and a USB taped to his forehead, along with a note. A note that read, "This is Colin Mason (also know to very few people as "Chaos," and to many more as "that asshole"). Please feel free to detain him at your leisure, you will find proof of many of his more embarrassingly simply hacking crimes on the USB (see: forehead)."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and a young blonde woman hesitantly stepped inside while the rest of the floor looked in behind her, attempting to see what had transpired in his office in the past two minutes. Looking around curiously, having missed the start of the party, she finished her look-about to give him a small smile and said, "Heyyy, Dad, what's going on in here? And…nice…hat?"

He growled.

It is Jim Sterling's 53rd birthday. Ugh.

[glxyqst]

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

[lanceyblog]

Happy birthday to the love of my life. I never would’ve gotten this far without him. We planned a small surprise party between friends and family for him.

PS: Don’t tell him but I got him a new dog! Her name is Comet, kinda matches the space theme like Kosmo.

-Lance

[yours-trudy]

Successfully failed.

[pearlypairings]

happy birthday my photocheer queen!!! 🥰 could i get a "you remembered?" for them, please?

jonathan x chrissy || adorable fluff || 833 words

A/N: ahhh thank you for this prompt! I made it extra sickeningly sweet just for you<3 happy, super cute surprises!!

yesterday's prompt

She gripped the package in her hands, reminiscent of Ash from Evil Dead discovering the Naturom Demonto (Jonathan would appreciate her reference). It wasn’t going anywhere until he got home.

Chrissy stashed the wrapped box in her makeup drawer, confident that he would never discover it if he snooped around her vanity. This birthday gift had to remain a surprise, even though she had struggled to keep her own secret. With each passing day, the nagging sensation at the back of her mind grew, making it increasingly difficult for her to resist the urge to grab the package from the drawer and hand it over to Jonathan to open immediately.

But today was finally the day! She’d held out long enough!

She hunkered down at the kitchen table, waiting for him to return from his birthday tradition of going out on a dawn photography walk. The touch of Jonathan’s lips still warmed her forehead when he kissed her goodbye this morning in bed, and she let herself get lost in her own thoughts.

When their door swung open, she leapt up in the air, startled, bringing back memories of her time on the Tigers’ cheer team. There was a rush of the morning chill into the room that made her shiver just a little, reminding her winter would soon be here. 

Without missing a beat, Chrissy kept her tone peppy when they locked eyes. “Happy birthday, love.” 

Jonathan shook the autumn cold out of his jacket, smiling that little grin he reserved just for her. His camera bag swung at his side, kept safe under his right arm. His cheeks were stained pink from the whipping morning wind, but he looked as pleased as ever regardless.

“Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.” He glanced around the tiny kitchen before his gaze landed on her and the box in her hands. His head shook. “I thought we said no presents this year?” 

“I agreed to no presents for me,” she said smugly, thumbing her chest. “Now come on, no semantics, get over here birthday boy. I’ve been dying for you to open this up all week.” 

Jonathan hung his things at the entryway hooks and when he reached her, he  kissed her nice and slow. She could feel the lingering smile on his lips, cold soaked all the way through. He was practically a walking ice cube. Nudging the gift into his hands, he relented at last to look down at the small gift. 

“Alright, alright,” he laughed. “I’ll be a good sport. Mom would kill me if she heard you complain that I tortured you all morning.”

Chrissy buzzed. The second she’d seen the window display, she knew she had found the perfect gift to give him. Jonathan was the worst to shop for—never asking for anything and rarely giving any hints when it came time for the holidays. But this year, she had pieced together, like one of her favorite Agatha Christie’s sleuths, that he had missed this particular thing for a long while.

The ribbon fell undone with quick work, and the delicate plaid paper crinkled as he ripped the pattern in half. He paused to make sure she was watching as he lifted the lid of the plain cardboard gift box to reveal his surprise. 

His dark eyes flickered when he peered inside. “Is that—I mean, wait, did you…”

Excitement caught his voice and kept it wound tight. Jonathan pulled out the contents to examine the metal circle hanging off the blue collar. 

Chrissy bit her lip. “It’s still blank. I thought you’d waited long enough to have the honor of naming him.”

He clasped the dog collar tight within his grasp. “How did you know? I mean, I never said…”

“No, you never told me.” She smiled warmly as he trailed off again. “But you mentioned one night how you loved your family dog, that he was your best friend while your parents were—” This was supposed to be light, she didn’t need to bring up memories of his father today. “—well, you know. I just thought, maybe, you were too scared to ask me, and I saw the cutest, fluffiest mutt at Marty’s pet store and remembered you said Chester had this crazy amount of wild fur and—”

Jonathan embraced her, unable to contain his happiness any longer. “You remembered? You remembered all that and realized that I wanted a dog for us? I told you that story months ago! After the big rain storm reminded me of the time Will, Chester, and I were stranded in Castle Byers practically all night.”

“How could I not remember Jonathan Byers telling an endearing childhood story? And the fluffy guy found me! He’s on hold right now. We just have to go pick him up from Marty’s.” 

Jonathan kissed her and clasped the collar between their palms. “Have I ever told you how outrageously brilliant and beautiful you are?”

“Maybe,” she said in between kisses. “Once or twice.”

[annaofthenorthernlights]

The tower of love

Frozen modern au (tangled references)

Pairing Kristoff/Anna

Words: 1,9k

Rated: T

This silly little fic is a prompt-fill for

- @thirty-plus-fanfic discord server 4th anniversary Hullabaloo prompt: "Four posted bed"

- @flufftober 2023 - day 04 - prompt: "Cinderella Moment"

also for @bad-at-names-and-faces 🩷

Summary:

Kristoff finds the perfect idea to surprise his girlfriend Anna - taking her to the remake place of her most favorite Disney movie

Just psst... don´t tell her yet, but...

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[syun0acute]

Thank you Vil for wishing me twice 🎂👑