#early birfday present

[puppyie-innit]

AAAAAAAA PUPPYIECATIPILLAR CAME LAST NIGH!!!!!!

HE SO SOFT AN FLUFFY AN CUTE AN SILLY AN HE’S LIKE A FEATHER EEEEP HEHEE I WUV HIM SO MUCH, SMILIN CRITTERS ARE COMIN SOON! I LUV STUFFIES AAAAAA

NOTE: i am not fan of horror games, (due to bein jumpy an easily scared) nor hav i ever played poppy pwaytime… i jus like the wholesome fanart & videos dat people create, like cartoons!! also da stuffies!!! dogday my favwriteeee

..i love puppyies hehe

[twancingyunhao]

😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺

[catgrandpa]

I started this post with the intention of asking for fic recs where Bruce gets his kids early, but then I ended up just writing some ficlets

_(:3 」∠)_

I still really just want recs I swear but I wrote these anyway and am incapable of doing more with them so here

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Dick Grayson is 8 years old when he watches his parents die. Bruce is 24 years old when he sees a young boy’s life fall to pieces. He’s far too young to be a single father. But he sees too much of himself in the child, and he knows in his heart that he won’t be able to walk away from him.

He talks to Alfred about his fears of only furthering Dick’s trauma by failing him as a guardian. It takes some time, but Alfred is able to convince Bruce to find a therapist and take some discreet parenting classes. He’s still Batman, and I don’t think he’s capable of Gentle Parenting™ but he does do better. Plus, Dick is young enough to learn to read Bruce before the teenage hormones kick in so they manage to communicate much more effectively with each other.

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Bruce meets Catherine Todd by chance because there was a cool park Dick wanted to stop at. She’s trying to deal with her hungry and fussy 3 year old step son, but she’s young and stressed out and hungry herself and she just doesn’t know what to do. Bruce offers to take them out for lunch. He asks Dick to take Jason to the play area in the corner while they talk.

She breaks down and tells him of her struggles with addiction. She does her best to keep Jason fed, but it’s so hard. Feeding him means she goes hungry most of the time because she can’t quit using. Jason wouldn’t survive if she had to go through withdrawals with him.

He’s not even her kid! Not really. Her husband is just an abusive deadbeat so she doesn’t have a choice. She does love him, but she never wanted kids, and she can’t just let a child die when she can do something.

Bruce fills their fridge and cabinets to the brim (he offers to do much more for them but that’s all she will budge on. She has too much pride to accept outright charity, but she will do what she can to keep her kid safe) and he makes it clear to her that he is willing to take care of Jason for however long is necessary when she decides to take the first step to get clean.

Two months later, Willis gets arrested and Catherine shows up at Wayne Manor and tells Bruce she signed up for inpatient, but she thinks it would be best for Jason and for herself if Bruce would be willing to take permanent custody. She stays in Jason’s life, just not as a mother figure.

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A year or so later, Bruce gifts Alfred with a vacation as an early birthday present. Things have been hectic with the sudden acquisition of two sons, and Alfred has done so much, he deserves a break. Bruce promises he’ll be able to handle two kids on his own.

Turns out, he was mostly right, but only just barely. The kids are fine, the manor not so much. He ends up hiring a few services to help out with general housekeeping. A couple of those workers also happen to be regular hires for the Drakes.

Bruce overhears them talking about how sad it is that those awful people treat their toddler more like a doll than a child. He learns that not only do they leave for long periods at a time while not hiring a proper nanny to watch over their son, just expecting the help to take care of him, but they also lock him away on his own whenever it’s ’not fashionable’ to have a 2 year old around.

Alfred comes back to the manor on August 15th, just in time to celebrate his and Master Jason’s birthdays together. He opens the door and dodged around a very excited 4 year old jumping up and down in the entry hall.

“ALFIE! ALFIE! BOOSE GOT ME A BABY BWOTHER FOR MY BIRFDAY! LOOK! LOOK! HIMS NAME IS TIMMY AND HE’S THE BESTEST!”

Alfred leans over to peak behind the boy, and sees a very quiet, very small child standing behind him.

“Oh, dear.”

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The day Bruce got the call from Talia telling him she was pregnant with his child was one of the best days of Bruce’s life. The day she called to tell him she miscarried was one of the worst.

The only blessing was that he didn’t need to explain it to his kids. Talia was going to move in once she was in her second trimester, and they planned to reveal her pregnancy together.

He got the call two weeks before her flight out. He begged her to come anyway, he loved her, they could still be a family. She refused.

Six and a half months later, he walks into his bedroom to find Talia standing by the window with a squirming bundle in her arms. With equal measures steel and sorrow in her eyes she tells Bruce she is sorry for what she put him through, but it was the only way to keep their son safe. He gathers them both in his arms and holds them tight as she explains.

Her father had planned to raise an heir to be the Demon Head. He would be kept a secret from Batman until the very end. But when Talia gave the final push to birth their son, he came out quiet. She panicked for a moment until her midwife quietly leaned down to listen to the baby’s breathing and then looked up with a soft smile, she bundled up the small thing and handed Talia her baby. Big beautiful green eyes blinked up at her. The midwife leaned closer to Talia and whispered, “Sadly, your son was stillborn. I’m deeply sorry for your loss, but surely The Great Head of the Demon would be willing to allow you some time away from your duties while you recover.” Talia allowed the woman to cover her beautiful cooing baby gently with soft linen and silk and carry him from the room. Later that night she left her home with her son and boarded the first flight to Gotham.

Tears gather on Bruce’s lashes and he tells her everything will be alright because now they can finally be together as a family. Once more, she refuses. She tells him Damian and his boys are far too precious for her to bring the danger of the league of assassins to their door. Bruce closes his eyes in sorrow, but nods his acceptance. He asks her to at least stay the night together. They fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms with their baby boy safely bundled between them. Talia is gone when he wakes.

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It’s been one week since Talia left and, while still beyond upset, Bruce feels like he’s starting to have a decent handle on things. He is sitting with his boys at the breakfast table, Dick and Jason to his left, Tim to his right, Damian in his arms, and Alfred across from him. They’re finally able to have a relaxing breakfast. No babies crying, no food fights, no arguing, just the sounds of eating and gentle chatter.

He feels a small hand grab his right sleeve and give a gentle tug.

“Boo?” Tim asks, quietly. Bruce feels his heart warm at his son finally feeling like he can speak up without permission.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Why isn’t Big Sister sitting with us?”

Alfred is the only person in the room other than Tim to not startle at the sudden appearance of a 5 year old girl standing next to Bruce at the dining table. He simply sighs, stands up, and grabs another place setting for her at the table.

[gumpistol]

my camera on my phone is terrible but i'm crying over all the nice things that @ferromagnetiic and @snowdrcp got for me on their trip!!! they are so nice to me and i love them ;-; amazing early birfday present. i'm putting all the stickers in my sticker book now!!

[dee-the-red-witch]

Sometimes you just need to add a nice little neck cleaver to your inventory. Thanks again for the early birfday present, @sordideuphemism !

[familyofpaladins]

The Pizza Game (Chp 3)

Chapter 3: Better to Have Loved and Lost or To Have Never Loved at All?

Chapter 1 | <Chapter 2 | X | Chapter 4>

Ao3 link

Summary: Little Casey Jr's birthday is coming up and Donnie needs to know what he wants. And an important decision is made. Words: 2918

Donatello walked into the training room, where his blue wearing brother and adoptive nephew were training.

Little Casey Jones was only 4, about to be 5, and had been with them for two years now. His mother (who refused to go by Cassandra, instead going by Big Casey) insisted he begin his “Warrior Training”. Said training mostly consisted of learning how to run and dodge and hide, and some basic self-dense moves. He could learn more complicated self defense once he was a little older.

Donnie was a little surprised to find both of his other brothers in the room as well. They must have gotten back from their supply run early. He could ask them how it went later. The fact that he didn’t get a notification from the security system was a little puzzling. He added Check Security Alert System to his list of tasks. For the moment he had other priorities.

“Casey Jones,” Donnie addressed the young boy.

“Hi Unca Dontello!” Casey chirped from where he was stretching to reach his toes.

“What brings you here, Uncle Dontello?” Leo smirked off to the side at the mispronounced name. Donnie maturely ignored him.

“Casey Jones, your birthday is in two weeks, and I wanted to know if you had any preferences for a present.”

Raph and Mikey both went wide eyed, Mikey whispering “oh CRUD, is that next week already?”

“A present? I get a present for my birfday?” Little Casey asked, brow furrowed as he attempted a sit-up with out his feet coming off the floor. Donnie saw Leo gently place his own foot over Casey’s to help keep him steady.

“Of course you do! Presents have been traditionally given for birthdays, as well as other occasions and holidays for a long time.”

They hadn’t been able to celebrate his birthday the previous year due to dealing with an attack on one of their supply bases a couple of weeks before hand, and then forgot about the day until it had already passed. But Casey was little and had no idea that anything was amiss about it. Donnie was determined that the same thing would not happen again this year.

“WOAH,” Casey wonder filling his eyes.

“Well bud, what would you like for your birthday?” Leo asked again, smiling at the young boy.

“Hmmm,” Casey hummed, hand on his chin in a way that Donnie recognized as something Leo and Raph did often. “I dunno, what do others want for birthdays?” Casey asked after a moment of contemplation, looking to his uncles, stretches forgotten.

“Pretty much anything!” Mikey said excitedly.

“Traditional gifts most often given to young children are: Toys such as action figures or dolls-“ Donnie began to list.

“I got a lot of plushies for my birthdays!” Raph added.

“-or stuffed animals.” Donnie amended. “As well as games, movies, recreational modes of transportation like bicycles or skateboards.” Casey nodded along, although Donnie knew he likely had no idea what he was talking about. There weren’t much of those things in the apocalypse. “Tool sets, power tools, and scientific equipment are also possible gifts,” Donnie finished.

“Pretty sure you were the only kid asking for the stuff Donald,” Mikey huffed a laugh.

“Just because I’m the only one smart enough to ask for them does not make them bad gifts” he defended.  

“It can also be other things like a trip to somewhere or just something special you want to do.” Leo added. Donnie could remember when they had been little and Leo had asked to go topside as a birthday present. Papa had vetoed that idea, but the brothers had decided they would give him it as a present anyway, and snuck out. They got lost of course, but it was also when they met April, so Donnie considered that a pretty good present to all of them.

“A trip? Like to Jersey?” Casey asked, head tilted in thought. Donnie and his brothers had equally disgusted faces.

“No. Well, technically yes, that could qualify. But you don’t want to go to Jersey, Trust Me.” Raph said, and the other three turtles nodded in agreement. They did occasionally have to make supply runs there, which was likely where Casey had heard about it, but as true New Yorkers, Jersey was tainted land.

“More like if you wanted to go Visit the Hidden city! Or uh..” Leo trailed off. Donnie understood his struggle. There weren’t a lot of places left to go to that would be fun to visit. Mikey bailed the slider out.

“Your present could also be something like a special treat! I used to ask for my Dad’s Special Ramen! It can be something that you don’t get to eat very often, or to eat a bunch of it, like a pizza or ice cream party!”

“Aww Mikey! You mentioned pizza!” Donnie groaned along with his brothers.

“Oh jeez! I wasn’t even thinking about it!”

“What’s pizza?”

Four heads snapped to the child sitting across from them. “What?”

“What’s pizza? Issit a bad thing?” At the wide eyed stares, Casey looked down at his hands, fiddling with the edge of his shirt and finished with a stutter “I- I mean, you guys say it sometimes, but but you get uh um mad? When you do? So issit a bad thing?”

Donnie shouldn’t be surprised. They hadn’t been able to eat any pizza in something like seven years, while also (trying and failing to) never speaking of it. It made perfect sense that Casey wouldn’t know what it was. It still short circuited something in Donnie’s head.

He was trying to figure out how to explain the concept of cheese to the boy when he realized something.

“No no Casey, its not a bad thing,” Leo knelt in front of the boy. “it’s uh-“

Donnie smacked his hand into Leo’s face.

“FAMILY MEETING RIGHT NOW.” Donnie declared, grabbing Leo’s mask tails with the hand he had just smacked him with, and robotic arms extended from his shell and began pushing the other two out the door.

“W-what? Don?” Leo stuttered as Donnie pulled him along. “Uuuhh, be right back little man! Finish you’re stretches, then do Brown Wall, Grey Wall two times, and then uuh meditate on what you want for your present!” Leo yelled back at him before disappearing out the door.

“Yes Sensei!” Casey saluted as the door shut.

“Okay Don. What’s this all about?” Raph asked once they were in the hall.

“Is it better to have Loved and Lost or to have Never Loved At All?” Donnie asked.

“What.” Leo deadpanned.

“Explain what you mean Don,” Mikey said.

“Casey has never had pizza. Who knows when or if he will get the chance to try it.” Donnie paced as he began to rant. “WE have had pizza, and the loss is so great we don’t even talk about it anymore! So should we tell him about the most wonderful substance in the world and have him be sad he’s never had it, or do we not tell him and let him live in blissful ignorance of what he’s missing out on, but then will also never know about the 6th greatest thing to ever exist?” Donnie finished.

“Oh.” Raph breathed.

“Oooooh.” Mikey said in dawning horror, grabbing his own face.

“Wait, pizza is only the 6th greatest?” Leo asked.

“Really Leo, THAT’S what you’re focused on?” Raph huffed.

“Yes, 6th, beat out by such things as: Newton’s Laws of Physics, Galileo’s discoveries, and My Own Mystic Tech, to name a few” Donnie listed. Also on that list was Donnie’s family. But his Emotionally Unavailable Self certainly wasn’t going to admit that to their faces.

“Uh huh, sure” Leo said.

“You guys done?” Mikey didn’t wait for an answer, “So what are we going to tell Casey?”

“It feels weird not to tell him. I wish we could let him eat some. Hey!” Raph gasped “What if we could try to make a pizza for him as a present!”

“I like the idea Raph, but we don’t have any of the ingredients or even any good substitutes. And that still leaves us with the problem of Casey then mourning the loss of pizza as well.” Mikey patted the biggest brother’s arm as his shoulders slumped.

There was just no optimal solution. Well… the Optimal course of events would be to have never ended up in an apocalypse, to live where pizza was still around and the entire concept of having to Explain What Pizza is, would be ridiculous.

Donnie and his brothers stood in the hall and contemplated what to do. Don’t tell him? Tell him and try to explain the blissfulness of pizza? (Could he even remember it well enough to describe the taste?)  

“Okay okay, How about this?” Donnie turned to Leo whose face was tight in thought as he spoke. “Once we defeat those overcooked beetroots, and we, ya know, fix this whole situation,” he twirled a hand through the air. “Get Life back into the world, and get all the ingredients we need, we’ll throw Casey the Biggest Pizza Party ever, huh?”

“Not bad,” Donnie hummed while Raph and Mikey’s faces brightened at the idea. “However that will mean that we can’t talk about pizza anymore.”

“Well, I mean we’ve already been doing that with The Pizza Game” Leo smirked.

“Scoff. And how WELL have we accomplished that task? Have any of us gone more than 6 months without thinking of pizza?” three sets of eyes refused to look at Donnie. “Uh huh, that’s what I thought. To further prove my point, Casey just told us that he’s heard the word pizza multiple times. If we want to truly keep him ignorant of its existence, we can’t keep talking about it or he will just ask someone else.”

Donnie looked at his brothers and saw their serious and determined faces.

“We can do it,” Raph stated, straightening to his full height with conviction, “We can keep the pizza mentions to the minimum and not talk about it in front of little Casey. I believe in us!”

Raph stuck his hand in the middle of their little huddle. Donnie and his other two brothers added their hands.

“Mad dogz!” Raph cheered.

“MAD DOGZ!” They echoed back.

That left just one more problem.

“Great plan Fam,” Donnie said, “but we still don’t know what we’re going to say to answer Casey’s question of “what is pizza?””

“Ah crap.” Leo sighed.

“Language”. Raph rumbled reflexively.

“Hermano, I am 27-“

“28” Donnie corrected.

“-28 (whatever, time is fake), years old” Leo continued, “I think I’m allowed to say the word Crap.” Leo tried to throw an arm around his Big Brother’s shoulders, but the height difference made it look more like Leo was draping himself against Raph’s side. Donnie tried not to snicker at the sight.  

“Not in front of the kid though!” Raph whisper shouted and gestured at the door to the training room where Casey was likely done with his stretches. The movement knocked Leo from his leaning position.

“Relaaaax, he can’t hear us!” Leo drawled as he kept himself from falling over.

“Speaking of Casey” said Donnie loudly. His dumdum brothers still can’t focus on a subject for very long. Internal sigh. He continued, “We are getting off track. WHAT are we going to tell Casey?”

“I don’t know, can’t we just tell him that it’s something that’s not around anymore, and to not worry about it? It’s not even a lie” Mikey suggested.

“You think he’d accept that as an answer?” Raph asked.

“Raph he’s barely 5. He’ll believe anything we tell him.”  Leo said. Donie had to admit, young children were easy to deceive, especially when they were his primary source of education.

“We’ll have to let Big Casey and April know the plan.” Donnie said while he looked at the base schedule on his wrist gauntlet to see where they were at and/or would be at the base soon. 

“Do you think Big Casey will be okay with us making this decision?” Mikey asked.

“Eh if she disapproves, she can always go ahead and tell him. But I doubt she will, since she comes to us for advice half the time anyway.” Leo shrugged.

You know it’s the end of the world when you go to bachelor turtles for parenting advice, Donnie thought to himself.

“I have patrol with her for the next week, so I can double check it with her then,” Raph supplied.

“Great! Let’s get back in there before he starts trying to climb the walls.”

They walked back into the training room, where Casey quickly got back into a meditating pose from where he had obviously been looking at the various practice weapons and training gear (in view but out of reach of the 5 year old). They all nicely pretended not to notice.

“Okay Casey Jones, we’re back”

Little Casey excitedly opened his eyes and bounced to his feet.

“I know what I want for a present, Sensei!”

“Oh yeah? Decided already?” Leo asked, ruffling his hair.

“Mmhm!!” Casey nodded his head so quickly Donnie was worried he’d get whiplash. “I wanna stick like Mom’s!” Little Casey pointed to where Big Casey’s spare Hockey stick was hanging on the wall.

Not a bad choice. Donnie could work with this.

“A hockey stick, not bad, young Casey Jones. Any special requests for amenities? Hidden sword? Lasers? Blow Dart Gun? Retractable Chainsaw?”

“Don,” Leo said through gritted teeth, smile plastered on his face for Casey’s sake. “You will not give a five year old a chainsaw.”

“I would Never!” Donnie lied. Leo’s eye twitched.

Casey giggled at his uncles.

“Okay!” Leo said with false cheer. “Me and Casey still have some exercises to go through, so visiting time is over. You all can see him later!” He said as he began to push his brothers out of the room.

“What?! Us too?” Raph and Mikey complained. Donnie knew either of his brothers could have held their ground, yet they let themselves be pushed out. Dum dums. Donnie allowed himself to be pushed out because he had the information he needed and a list of duties to get to.

“Yes you too! I know you guys still need to finish the inventory reports on the supply run you just got back from” Ah so that was why they let themselves be pushed out. Although, not without complaint.

“Booo” Mikey complained and stuck his tongue out at Leo. Casey broke into a fit of giggles.

“Okay see you guys later!” Leo chirped before he leaned in and poked at Donnie’s chest, “No chainsaws or lasers!”

“Bye Unca Raphyell! Bye Unca Mikyjello! Bye Unca Dontello!” Casey called from behind Leo.

“See ya later, Casey!” Mikey called back.

“Goodbye Young Casey Jones” Donnie responded while already beginning plans for the gift.

“Bye Little Man! We’ll visit you later when you’re done training!” Raph waved.

“Bye!” Leo sang as he shut the door on them.

“He just wants ta hog Casey all to himself!” Raph muttered as they began to walk down the hall.

“Hey Don, you gonna get him the hockey stick?”

“Affirmative.” He was already creating blue prints. Can’t have the stick be too tall or heavy for him to handle, but should be big enough for him to use for a couple years before getting a new one to match his new height.

“You’re not actually gonna give him a chainsaw attachment, are you?” Raph squinted at him.

“Of course not.” Donnie said. “That will be the gift for his 8th birthday.”

“Donnie!”

“Man, I don’t know what to get him!” Mikey complained, floating up to drape himself over Raph’s shell.

“I already got him a gift,” Raph said proudly. Donnie shouldn’t have been surprised. Raph being the Big Brother and softy that he was made him prepare for birthdays and other such things.

“Whatchya get him?” Mikey asked, leaning over his brother’s head to look at him upside down.

“That’s a surprise” Raph smirked.

“Aww come on Raphie! I need ideas!”

“I want to surprise him and, no offense, but both of you can’t keep a secret and are terrible liars.”

“I take much offense to that!” Mikey gasped.

“OFFENDED GASP… But it is true.” Donnie admitted.

“HEY. Maybe I can find him some new bedtime stories.”

“Why bedtime stories?”

“Because have you HEARD the stories Big Casey tells him?! Just last week she was telling him about how the krang came through the portal! As a BED TIME STORY! Who does that?!”

“That… does not surprise me.”

“Okay Raph you know what we’re getting him, now tell us what you’re present is!” Mikey asked once again leaning into his face.

“Not tellin’. You’ll just have to wait two weeks to find out what Raph got him.” Raph said with a smug grin.

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One week later Donatello was forced by Raphael to make two promises: 1) to give Casey his gift for him and 2) To make sure that Casey got the Pizza Party after the war was over.

It was the last thing Donatello heard from his big brother before the Krang dropped a building on Raphael and Cassandra Jones.

A week later Donatello hugged a sobbing Casey Jones as he fulfilled the first promise.

Sitting next to a hockey mask was a patchwork stuffed animal shaped like a turtle. It was each color of the rainbow, but was mostly red.

<Beginning | <Prev |x| Next>

This is where the angst begins. Hold onto your seats. It does have a happy (bittersweet?) ending.

(if it makes you feel any better, in another timeline April Drops a building on the Sister Krang as poetic justice)

[qhazomb]

oh yeah i ordered me this bootleg cynder plush the other day (with early birfday present money from @disgustiphage). according to usps tracking she MIGHT get here tomorrow

[springthings]

The good tidings start early. Stroke of midnight, Willow is up - of course she's up - and already composing a message to Allie to wish her happy birthday. Eager to be the very first to do so, she had the message pre-typed at 11:50 to be sure it would send exactly on time.

[ TO :  alliebean     ✉️        willow is typing . . . ]    

txt: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGEL GIRL <3 i love you so so so so so soooo much. i bet you're gonna be super busy today so i've actually got a few things due to arrive when the sun comes up so you can open all your prezzies and then go have fun!!! i hope you love them as much as i loved hunting them down for you!!

This text is followed by a selfie of Willow pulling a dorky face at the camera, lips pursed as if blowing a kiss to Allie through the photograph. Ser hair splayed across the pillow around her, shoulders bare and collarbones peeking into frame. There's a smile in her eyes.

As promised, the gifts arrive early in the morning. All wrapped in brown paper and purple string, Allie is gifted with a series of small things:

A floral letter set; parchment with dried flowers and melting wax and twine all secured nicely in a little box decorated with watercolour pictures of spring flowers.

A set of gel pens. These, Willow is particularly pleased with herself about, because they are not just gel pens, but fancy, glittery refillable gel pens. Sustainability is sexy!

Some little propagation jars, multicoloured and delicate and complete with cuttings from Willow's own houseplants! Plant babies!

The final gift is a little hand-bound I-O-U book, filled with things that Willow would probably do for Allie if she asked her enough times anyway, but this way Allie doesn't have to ask twice for anything! Little tokens of love, for whenever Allie needs them.

(belated) allie birfday 🥳🥳🥳, accepting always.

        when allie finds willow's message, she's sad to have missed it, but the feeling is swept away, a new one fluttering in its place as she continues to read the message, her initial impulse to reply subsiding as the anticipation and excitement about finding willow's presents.

        her door is the last place she checks, strangely closed and painting the rest of the home a few shades darker than usual, without the light flowing in from the open doorway that the fairy girl is used to. curiously, she peeks through the small window on the door, grinning brightly when she spots the four little boxes. after the careful extraction of string and paper, because it's willow and she couldn't bear to rip it, she's left with her four little pretty, sparkly treasures, and then she cannot decide what excites her more. she moves the plants to be with their new friends and gets them situated before she does anything else.

        it turns into the stretch and swell of time, and allie realizes that she's forgotten to text willow after a long conversation with their plant babies.

( sms 一 lolo!!!! 💜🌚🌧🌿 )   lo lo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 ( sms 一 lolo!!!! 💜🌚🌧🌿 )   youre so beautiful!!!!!!!!!!! ( sms 一 lolo!!!! 💜🌚🌧🌿 )   thank you so sosososoosos much i love youuuuuuuuuu ( sms 一 lolo!!!! 💜🌚🌧🌿 )   but im not busy pls pslslseaseeeeee eplease pleaseeeee come overrrrrrrrr i miss you sosososoos much :(((((((((((( ( sms 一 lolo!!!! 💜🌚🌧🌿 )   come help me write letters!!! you can like teach me cause youre so good at it!!!!!!! and then im totes gonna write you one cause i love you ( sms 一 lolo!!!! 💜🌚🌧🌿 )   please dont make me use a coupon im the birthday girl 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[erin-bo-berin]

i love your whole dad!steve concept it truly makes my heart burst! set in the singlemom!reader verse, could you do something where it’s steve’s birthday and the reader surprises him with an adoption certificate asking him to adopt the baby?

That would be the CUTEST THING. Oh yes, I’m so excited for this! I have to use this gif because imagine how stunned and surprised and just shocked in general he would be. My heart 😭 (also, fun fact: I ended up including my little fur baby’s name in here)

“Surprise!”

“Jesus Christ! You scared the shi- uh crap out of me!”

Steve put a hand to his chest, eyeing the toddler in your arms, glad he’d caught the swear just in time. These days, she was repeating anything she heard so he’d tried to be extra careful what he said when he was around her.

“Happy birthday, Steve,” you smiled, putting the little girl in your arms down so she could greet him too.

She went flying the short distance between you and Steve, running over to him to hug his legs.

“Happee birfday daddy!” she squealed, wrapping her small arms around his legs.

He smiled, bending down to pick her up.

“Thank you baby girl and mommy,” he said looking over at you, the smile lighting his face.

“I got you pwesent,” she said, beaming up at her daddy.

“Did you now? What did you get me? Hmm, a tie?”

She shook her head emphatically.

You raised a brow, amused, “You? I’m a tie?”

He stuck his tongue out at you, playfully.

“Let’s see,” Steve resumed his guessing game with his and your daughter, “Is it…a book?”

“No!” she grinned.

“Is it your favorite stuffed bunny named Hoppy?”

“No, silwee!” she giggled.

Still working on her pronunciation of the word, “silly” came out much cuter and funnier than it should’ve, causing Steve to laugh with joy.

“Is it a million kisses for daddy?” he asked again, then started attacking her face with kisses, giving her numerous ones all over her face.

The little girl squealed with joy. It was one of her favorite things her daddy did, was give kisses.

“Mommy have pwesent,” she finally said when Steve stopped, pointing towards you.

You held a print out caked shaped design that the toddler had “painted”. But, at the top, you’d done a little activity with her. You’d dipped her entire finger into different paints and made a few “candles” out of her finger prints at the top of the cake. It had turned out adorable.

“What is this?” Steve asked, taking the picture, looking at it.

The smile hadn’t left his face yet, but it grew even brighter as he looked at the picture.

“Did you do this for me, sweetie?” he asked.

Your daughter nodded with a smile.

“Mommy hepped.”

“Mommy helped?” he translated.

“Yesh.”

“Well, I love it,” he kissed the top of her head, “Thank you so much princess.”

“You welcome, daddy.”

“The kids, Robin, Eddie, Nancy and Joyce all dropped off their presents earlier,” you chuckled, nodding to the pile of wrapped presents and gift bags on the couch, “The living room looks like Christmas currently.”

Joyce and Mrs. Wheeler were hosting a cook out party for Steve at the Wheeler’s house this weekend for everyone to gather and celebrate your boyfriend, but most of the gang had decided to drop off their gifts for him early, on his actual birthday. Today, he was celebrating with you and your daughter.

“Well I guess that means someone is going to have to help open all those presents. Who should it be?” Steve tapped his chin, thinking.

“Meme! Meme! Meme! Pwease, daddy?”

“Well, since you asked so nicely, of course you can.”

He kissed her cheek.

“What’s for dinner? It smells amazing in here,” he said, following you further into the kitchen.

“I fixed spaghetti since the munchkin requested it,” you said, sparing the little girl an amused glance, “I hope that’s okay.”

“Pagetti!” she cheered.

“Well, then I’m in luck because your spaghetti is my favorite,” he smiled, giving you a kiss as well.

“No,” your baby whined, trying to pull Steve’s face away from you.

She was currently going through a bit of a jealous phase where she wanted Steve’s attention at all times.

“Hey, now that’s not nice, sweetheart. There’s enough of daddy to share okay? See, look. I can give you a kiss as well.”

He kissed her cheek, then her forehead to prove his point.

“Now, can you say sorry to mommy?”

“I sowwy,” she frowned, not liking to upset either one of you.

“It’s okay sweetheart,” you soothed, running a hand over her hair.

“Go get cleaned up, dinner is almost ready, okay?” you told Steve.

“You heard what mommy said. Let’s go wash our hands okay?” he bounced her in his arms.

“Oh I got a present for you, too, but I’ll give it to you later, if that’s alright?” you said.

“Oh,” he smirked, “That’s more than alright.”

“Steve!” you huffed, hitting his chest playfully, “That’s not what I meant.”

“Alright, but can it be arranged? It is my birthday after all. I deserve some dessert.”

He gave you a grin, with a suggestive little wiggle of his brows before he walked out with the little girl, heading towards the bathroom.

“Besides cake, I mean!” he hollered.

You laughed, shaking your head at the audacity of him.

•

It wasn’t until after yours and Steve’s daughter was down for the night that you got the chance to give Steve your present.

True to his word, he’d let her help him open his gifts. She was a mess after the spaghetti dinner though, so bath time came first. Per Steve’s request, you and he gave her a bath together. She absolutely loved the extra attention, having both mom and dad with her for bath time was a rare occurrence. It was usually one or the other.

While Steve got her into her pajamas, you drained the bathwater and cleaned up the bathroom, not leaving it for later when you knew you’d be too tired to deal with the mess.

With hair still wet from the bath and in fresh pajamas, Steve set her in his lap and let her help him open presents. He let her pick which one to start with and it was off from there. You had a kick watching both of them, the toddler just as excited as Steve was. You appreciated how he included her in so much; you appreciated it more than he probably knew.

It wasn’t until the last few presents that her energy drained and the tell-tale signs of her sleepiness kicked in. She was yawning and rubbing her eyes, beginning to fuss at the mention of bedtime.

She fell fast asleep just before the last present and after opening it as quietly as he could—even though it didn’t disturb her the slightest—Steve carried her to bed and tucked her in.

He was tidying up the floor when you walked back in the room, picking up the pieces of wrapping paper and tissue paper from gift bags that had been carelessly thrown by an excited two and a half year old.

You hid the gift behind your back as you entered, biting your lip nervously. You were afraid that he might not like it as much as you’d hoped he would when you’d first received it. It was a medium sized rectangular gift box, wrapped in birthday wrapping paper, but it was what was inside that was the true gift.

Steve was chuckling to himself when you first entered and now he looked up, seeing you, filling you in on what was amusing him so much.

“I can’t believe Henderson got me four cans of Farrah Fawcett hairspray. What a kid.”

“Steve? Why don’t you sit down?”

Sensing your somber mood, he sat on the couch.

“What’s up?”

You sat down next to him, revealing the present from behind your back.

“Happy birthday.”

“Sweetheart, you didn’t have to get me anything,” he smiled, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you into him before kissing your temple.

“I know. But I wanted to. Go ahead, open it.”

He tore into the wrapping paper at a much more normal speed than that of the excited toddler earlier. He peeled away the wrapping to see the gift box you knew was underneath. He peered at you curiously before lifting the lid.

Inside, nestled in tissue paper was a small stack of papers. Steve’s brows crinkled in confusion as his eyes scanned over the paper on top.

“What’s this?” he asked.

He looked back down at his gift, his eyes widening when they landed on the word “adoption”.

“Is this…?” he started, not quite sure how to finish his sentence.

“It’s adoption papers. To legally adopt baby girl. Make her a Harrington,” you finished for him.

He stared at you, blinking. Then he set the box aside, taking your face in his hands. His thumbs stroked your cheeks gently.

“Are you sure?” he whispered.

You saw tears in his eyes. You also saw a smile on his face. He was so happy and that erased any nerves you’d felt before he’d opened it.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”

He kissed you then, holding your face firmly in his hands, trying to convey his gratefulness, his happiness, his love, in the single kiss.

As if that hadn’t been enough, he made sure you knew his answer when you two had parted.

“I’d love to adopt her.”

It was the best birthday Steve had ever had.

[lil-dorkling]

I swear every year without fail no matter how early I order the presents for my friend’s birthday, they all go “Umm actually we’re having a delay” like no is her birfday >:(

I’m waiting 

I gotta gib her gift

[miracleonice87]

4 // Coney Island for our boy Tyler

from the evermore prompt list

“The question pounds my head, What's a lifetime of achievement / If I pushed you to the edge?” - coney island

He couldn’t possibly be doing this.

As you and your three children, five and under, stood waiting in the hallway, you found yourself glancing at the clock hung on the wall every thirty seconds or so. With each minute that passed, the sinking within you opened up wider, threatening to swallow you whole.

Tyler should’ve been home by now. The game ended an hour and a half ago, and you and the kids had left the arena with a couple minutes left to ensure you’d make it home in time to pull off the surprise. The kids had burst through the door to grab the cards they had made earlier in the week, and you headed to the freezer to retrieve the cake you’d arranged to have sent all the way from Tyler’s favorite bakery in Brampton.

You sighed as you heard the kids excitedly buzzing around the first floor, wishing that you could feel even an inkling of the giddiness they had ahead of their father’s arrival. Things between you and Tyler had been strained for many months, and you had to battle your own bitterness to even acknowledge his birthday at all. You told yourself you were doing this for your kids. For the kids — not for him.

But as the clock neared 11 with no sign of Tyler, anxiety hummed within you. He had bailed countless times in the last few months — hell, in the last few years, if you were being honest with yourself. But today was his 35th birthday. The kids had been at school and daycare all day and hadn’t yet been able to give him the traditional birthday hugs and kisses that had become customary in your family since your oldest was born. He knew you were here waiting, the kids now long past their typical bedtimes.

There was just no way he could possibly do this.

Just as you were about to suggest that the kids head upstairs and put their pajamas on while they waited, your phone buzzed in your back pocket, the blood draining from your face as the hope drained from your heart.

The kids were still giggling and bouncing around, entertaining each other, blissfully unaware of the chaos brewing inside you. You took the opportunity to silently slip through the French doors into Tyler’s office to take the phone call.

Of course, it was him. You wondered what excuse he would carelessly toss your way this time around.

“Hello?” you answered, keeping your voice low.

In the background, you heard a commotion, jovial voices sounding like those of his teammates.

“Hey,” Tyler said dryly. “I, uh, I just wanted to let you know that some of the guys and I decided to hop a flight to Vegas tonight instead of going with the team tomorrow. So I won’t be coming home.”

You leaned against his desk and laughed humorlessly, switching your phone to the other ear.

“That’s great,” you breathed. “That’s just fucking... that’s fantastic, Tyler. Thank you for telling me now.”

He scoffed. “Yeah, this is why I don’t tell you shit,” he threw back. “I’m always the bad guy.”

Red hot rage boiled in your throat as you growled through gritted teeth, “Your children are waiting for you, Tyler.”

You heard him sigh, seeming to weigh what to say next. When he said nothing, you pushed. “What am I supposed to tell them? Huh? What would you like me to tell our kids, who have been waiting all day to see you and hug you and kiss you and eat birthday cake with you? Should I just tell them Daddy decided he’d rather go drink and gamble and party with his friends than come home to us?”

“No!” Tyler spat. “That’s not true. I—“

“Oh, it’s not?” you asked, your voice inadvertently rising. “Then tell me, Tyler, why the fuck are you doing it?”

You heard him draw a breath, expecting an immediate rebuttal, but instead you heard only his teammates calling for him.

“I have to go,” Tyler said, his voice raspy. “Tell the kids I love them and I’ll be home after the game tomorrow night.”

“You’re joking,” you huffed. “You’re really going to do this?”

As you spoke, tears brimmed in your eyes and you gazed across the dim room at your framed wedding photo that sat on the bookshelf. The two people in the picture looked like strangers to you now. You doubted you would ever know them again.

“I gotta go,” Tyler repeated in monotone. With that, he hung up.

Anger surged through you, and you allowed a few broken sobs to pass through your lips before shoving your phone in your pocket and swiping beneath your eyes to dry your tears. With a deep breath, you forced a smile and walked back into the hall.

“Mommy, where is Daddy?” your three-and-a-half year old daughter asked. You scooped her up and kissed her smooth cheek, devastated that Tyler could choose anything over these moments with your kids.

“You know what, Uncle Jamie asked Daddy to come with him early to Las Vegas to, um, to get in lots of good practice before they play the Golden Knights tomorrow night,” you told her as you smoothed your five-year-old son’s hair, the disappointment visible on the faces of these eldest two. “But, you know what? He told us to go ahead and have a slice of birthday cake before we go to bed. How does that sound?”

At that, they all cheered, even your newly two-year-old little boy, who clapped excitedly beside his brother, bringing a sad smile to your face.

“Can we still sing Happy Birfday?” your daughter asked, twirling your hair around her little hand affectionately and shattering you further.

You weren’t sure how much heartbreak you could handle at this point. You kissed the tip of her nose and nodded.

“Sure, baby,” you obliged, sniffling. “We can if you want to.”

_____

To some, it was sure to seem sudden.

To you, it seemed like it had been a long time coming.

When you heard the door slam and the dogs start barking, you knew the time for a reckoning had finally come.

“Hello?” Tyler called into the house, his voice echoing off the high ceilings. You didn’t bother to provide a reply.

Eventually, after you heard him drop his bags and greet the dogs, he climbed the stairs, and you hated the way your heart rate sped up automatically. He called your name, but again, you gave no response. He eventually found you in the bedroom, alone and silent.

“What are you doing?” Tyler asked, eyes scanning the suitcases lining the wall. “Where are the kids?”

You sighed, sitting back on your haunches and pausing folding your clothes.

“I’m packing, Tyler,” you answered, unable to look him in the eye. “The kids are in Fort Worth with my parents.”

“What do you mean, packing?” Tyler asked, brow furrowed as he took quick steps toward you. “Packing for what?”

You leaned back on your palms, rolling your head to try to ease the ever present tension in your neck, preparing for battle before slowly standing to your feet. You crossed your arms across your chest and found his startled gaze.

“Packing to leave, Tyler,” you answered, faking confidence. “Last night was the final nail in the coffin for me. I cannot, and will not, continue to do this to my children. To myself. I just, I won’t.”

Tyler’s eyes were wild as he came closer, grabbing your upper arms desperately.

“Baby, please, I don’t—“ he began, stuttering. “How can I fix this? How can I keep you here?”

You pried his fingers from your biceps and shot him an infuriated look.

“You know what would have been a good start?” you fumed. “Coming home to see your children on your birthday. Spending the night with your family instead of hopping a flight to Vegas. But Tyler, honestly, this has been over long before last night. Let’s not kid ourselves.”

As you moved past him to gather a bundle of your shoes from the closet, Tyler was hot on your heels.

“Listen,” Tyler said pleadingly, holding his hands up in front of him in surrender. “I know things haven’t been good lately. But please, just... just don’t do this. Don’t do this to me.”

You spun around in a blur, the ice in your gaze freezing Tyler in place.

“Do this to you?” you scoffed. “What about our children, Tyler? What about me? Huh? Do you think I actually want to leave the father of my kids? Of course I fucking don’t. Never in a million years could I have thought that this would happen. But here we are. Living separate lives. It’s about fucking time I just make it official.”

Tyler was nearly panting now and he heard his heartbeat within his own ears, spinning his wheels as he wrestled with what to do, what to say, next. You pushed past him with a newfound sense of urgency to finish packing as quickly as possible and get the fuck out.

Finally, Tyler found his voice again, though it was choppy with subdued sobs.

“But what does all of it matter if you’re not here?” he found himself asking as he watched you zip the bags. You shook your head from where you knelt on the floor.

“Maybe you should’ve asked yourself that earlier, Ty,” you suggested angrily, glancing at him in fury.

With that, Tyler sunk to the bench at the end of the bed, beginning to hyperventilate as he watched you stack the kids’ bags on top of your own. He held his head in his hands and begged, “No, no, please, don’t go, please, please forgive me,” as you readied the last of the belongings you were taking with you.

You started to feel your resolve wearing thin, tears threatening to spill and weaken the brave face you were pulling. You forced yourself to cross the room, pull off your rings, and place them on top of Tyler’s dresser. He watched on helplessly, and as you leaned back against the familiar piece of furniture, you finally summoned the courage to say the words you’d been preparing in your heart for months now.

“I fell for this illusion of this life I’d get to live with you, Ty,” you began. “This life filled with this passionate love we found when we were so young, and evolving into this everlasting commitment to growing a family together, not to mention never having to worry about earning a living, and getting to watch you do what you love night in and night out, with our kids. But somewhere along the line, that illusion finally faded for me. You coaxed me into this life and then you left me here.” As you spoke, tears fell from Tyler’s brown eyes, filled with sorrow and regret. It used to wreck you when he cried. Now it just made you angry. You pressed on.

“I go to bed at night and you’re not here, and I wake up and you’re not here, and even when you’re here, you’re not here. I don’t even think you wanna be. Our kids don’t even think you wanna be.”

Your voice wavered as you delivered those words, and Tyler hung his head.

“You used to be the one place I wanted to be, Tyler,” you continued. “And for a year now, I’ve broken my soul in two looking for you. But I can’t find you. I can’t find the person you used to be. You leave me hanging every single day. Despite the times I’ve begged you over and over again to come back to us. I won’t let you continue to disappoint our family like this.”

You wiped your tears away with the backs of your thumbs and pushed off the dresser, approaching the suitcases and preparing to begin the hardest task you’d ever had to attempt — living a life without Tyler.

“I’m sorry,” he cried in despair, sniffling as he watched you approach the doorway.

“I’ll always love you, Tyler,” you offered softly. “I just can’t do this anymore.”

As he watched you walk out on him, Tyler questioned everything he thought he knew about the life he was leading. What’s a lifetime’s worth of accolades, awards, and achievements if he pushed the ones he loved to the edge?

[baby-n-boo]

Not Alone- kid!wilbur, older kid!techno, very little kid!tommy, even smaller kid!tubbo, dad!za.

The sun rose bright and warm on the small cottage in the forest, shining familiarly through the thin curtains to wake the thirteen-year-old splayed across his bed, legs tangled in the blue, sheep printed sheets that were a little too small for the bed itself. He groaned, and rolled over, almost falling off the bed as he moved, it being far too early to be awake, especially on a lazy day such as this one. It wasn’t like he had anything to do, no school, no sparring practice, not even any chores. A perfect day to stay in bed until the sun went away again.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t afforded that luxury, as his door was thrown open, slamming against the wall as it swung, and the cool dawn breeze washed over his exposed skin, ruffling his hair gently. “Wake up, wake up, wake up!” an excitable voice squeaked, before a weight threw itself at the bed, making it bounce wildly. Coughing, with a breathless “oof”, he couldn’t help but open his eyes now, to see the almost-vibrating form of his younger brother, a grin splitting his face almost in half. “oh, hey Will.” he muttered, wearily, and reaching for his glasses. “What’s, uh...what's up?” Fighting back a yawn, sure he wouldn’t be getting any more sleep now the kid had invaded.

Wilbur bounced again, his hands flapping excitedly, as he grinned. “It’s my birfday! Happy birfday to me, happy birfday to me!” he squeaked, starting to sing as he slid back off the bed and started spinning in circles while singing. “Techy! Sing with me!” he gasped, holding his hands out towards his brother eagerly, making it hard for the teen to refuse, as he smiled weakly. “I’m getting up, don’t worry.” Techno assured, as he slithered reluctantly out of bed, pulling on the first shirt to reach his hands- one of Phil’s donated pieces- and took Wilbur’s quivering hand. “Yeah, uh...” he started, not really singing, though the nine-year-old didn’t seem to mind. “Ha-Happy Birthday, I guess?” he sounded tentative, like he hadnt quite done it right.

“Yay! Thank You!” Will’s grin only got bigger, showing the gap where his front tooth used to be, as he dragged Techno towards the bedroom door. “Cummon, Techy! Everyone else ‘s already up! Dad sent me to come get youuuuu.” He couldn’t stop talking, excitement flowing through his very veins, at the very premise of a birthday. Techno didn’t quite understand what was so important about it, or what significance it held, especially if it meant waking up so ridiculously early on a summer morning. Still, he muffled his groan as the sunlight streaming through the front windows hit his eyes, trying his hardest to smile encouragingly whenever the kid looked back to him. Even as his head pounded and his broken glasses dug into the bridge of his nose.

Seeing the rest of the group sat about the coffee table, which had been piled high with presents, Techno couldn’t help but wrap his free arm about his chest, as it ached. Tommy was bouncing almost as much as WIlbur, holding a small, sloppily wrapped bundle tight in his lap, like it was precious, whilst Tubbo, the youngest of the boys, was sat, wedged right up against the edge of the couch, nervously gripping Phil’s sleeve as he saw the eldest be dragged in. Phil, himself, had taken a comfortable seat right in the centre of the couch, a sheepish smile on his face as he saw Techno’s bewildered face. “Hey Will? I don’t think he wants to be pulled everywhere?” Phil drew the boy's attention, chuckling slightly as Wilbur rushed an apology, stumbling over the words, and threw himself into the dining chair that had been hastily decorated with some balloons, to signify a birthday boy’s throne.

Trying to clear up the misunderstanding, Techno held up a hand, ignoring how the too-big sleeve flopped over his fingers, and muttered his own apology. “No, really, it’s my fault, I...i wasn’t going fast enough. It’s fine.” The words fell on deaf ears, however, as Phil smiled apologetically for Will’s behaviour, beckoning the eldest of the four over to sit with him. Instead, he elected to sink down, crosslegged onto the floor, leaning awkwardly against an armchair, and hugged his knees to his chest to hide the way it was aching. It wasn’t like it was a new position, he liked to sit on the floor, and Phil had stopped questioning it now, sure he would sit on chairs when he wanted to, but, especially today, he could enjoy the fact the spotlight was as far away from on him as it could possibly be.

Subtly combing his fingers through his bed head, he watched through strands of unruly, candyfloss hair as Will descended like a vulture onto the pile of gifts with Phil’s blessing, surfacing with the biggest one. He looked to the fatherly figure for approval, and, after he received a nod, dug all ten of his fingers into the thin wrapping at the same time, yanking to open it in only the way a nine-year-old really could. Shreds of paper went everywhere, Tubbo giggling as a piece landed squarely on his nose, Will’s eyes racing hungrily over the bundle of brown and black that fell out. “It’s a coat like mine, I thought you might want to have one.” Phil explained, as Will unfolded it to reveal a rather less tattered trench-coat than the one Phil was speaking of, the one hung beside the door. Squealing, he held it tight to his chest, almost tripping as he ran over to Phil, and threw himself at him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'm gunna wear it everyday, and ill be so cool!” He promised, ignoring how Phil was laughing openly at how big it was. His hands barely even came to the elbows, the tails dragging on the floor behind him as he excitedly ran to his little brother to show him. “Look, Look, Look, Tommy! I’m so cool!” he yelled, as Tommy almost bounced right out of his seat.

“Uh-huhs! You look awesum, Wilby!” the blond grinned, his hair falling over his eyes as he nodded enthusiastically. Wilbur seemed to glow at the praise, his mind racing a million miles an hour as Tubbo nodded to back up Tommy’s point, the sun seeming to shine specifically on him in that moment. “We’re gunna have such cool adventures! Oh, Dad, Dad, Dad, can I go play? I'll be really good, promise!” Will begged, pointing to the window, through which he could see a few animals milling around, the salmon in the river playing lazily in the sun spots. Phil looked amused, shaking his head a little, as Techno stifled a snort. “Maybe later, lil siren. For now, look! You’ve still got more presents! Tommy, how about you give Will yours next?” He carefully redirected the point, relieved as Tommy gasped, and whirled round to grab the brown paper wrapped bundle from where it had fallen to the cushion during their bouncing.

Pushing the sleeves up, and suddenly looking a whole lot more mature as he did so, Wilbur accepted the gift, graciously thanking his little brother, even as the paper almost fell apart in his hands. He tried his hardest to be gentle with it, especially as Tommy watched on, sure that it was precious. And, as he finally unwrapped it from the tissue paper, and it fell into his hand, he couldn’t help but gasp. A small, hand-engraved locket had fallen into his hand, the chain thin and delicate, as it rippled between his fingers, dangling down. Cautiously opening it, Will smiled wide, faced with a picture of his dad, hand on each of his son’s shoulders, Tubbo sat in front of them, all wearing genuine smiles. That was sweet enough, to have his family staring back at him, but the other side held a picture of a pink haired pre-teen, wearing strangely formal clothes, but recognisable all the same. “Techy! Techy look!” Will smiled, rushing over to thrust it in the half-piglin's face, so he could see. The addition of his own picture in the clearly family-heirloom made Techno’s heart flutter a little, especially as he could tell it had been Phil’s experienced hand that had put it together. He replied with a sof smile, and a quiet “huh, ‘tis me, yeah. Thats pretty cool, Will.”, trying his hardest to catch Phil’s eye to send a grateful look his way, though the old man seemed to be purposefully looking away, a slight blush the onbly sign it had affected him at all.

Gently slipping the chain over his head, Will let the heavy piece rest halfway down his chest, as he headed back to the presents, not seeing how Techno’s eyes had glossed over a little at the gesture. Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t even notice as the pile slowly dwindled, more and more activities or toys or clothes spilling out of the bright paper, almost drowning the kid, at least not until a ball of paper caught the side of his head, making him zone back in. Quickly scrubbing at the tears that had, rather embrassingly, slid down his cheeks whilst he hadnt noticed, Techno turned his head towards the perpetrator of the assault, scowling slightly when he saw it had been a laughing Phil.

“That hurt.” he complained bluntly, rubbing at his pointed ear, where it had caught him, adjusting the course strands of hair he had tucked behind said ear, instead of tying it up. “Sorry, son. It’s just, we’ve been calling you for a couple minutes now.” he apologised, rubbing his neck awkwardly, especially as Techno’s eyes widened at the endearment. Before he could question it, however, Phil spoke up again. Or at least, tried to. “I was gunna-” he started, before Wilbur jumped in, having changed from his pyjamas to a loose, hempen shirt and some jeans, with, of course, his precious jacket.

“We’re gunna go play! You wanna come with us?” he enthused, pulling his boots onto the wrong feet in his excitement, and making Phil have to stoop from where he was helping Tommy with his buttons, to swap them over. “Let’s play revolution!” he continued, Tubbo following mutely but happily behind the two boys as they ran to the door, his oversized, hand-me-down green shirt flopping around as he moved. “It’s no fun with just one, two of us! Tubbo doesn’t count when we play, he’s too small.” he protested, as Techno went to shake his head, really not feeling up to playing pretend with the boys that day. He had too much to think about. Phil wasn’t having any of it, though, picking up his sunhat from the hook and calling across the room. “Come on, Tech, We’ll all go, I have to head into town to get something anyway, you can come me if you arent going to play with them.” He left no room to wriggle out, making Techno heave a sigh, and nod, slipping away to his room to change. He could hear the excited screams as Phil opened the door to let all three of the littler kids out, and the following yell to “be nice to Tubbo!” as Tommy obviously left him behind to run into the cooler woods.

It didn’t take long to slip into a light, ruffled front shirt and some black dress pants, Techno feeling more comfortable in the antique style clothes, though he couldn’t help sinking down onto his unmade bed, as his stomach ached harder. It might have been hunger, since he hadnt eaten anything since the previous night, but, hearing the faint whoops of Will as he started up one of his too-complex games, Techno knew it wasn’t anything as physical as that. No, it was much deeper.

Quietly wrapping one arm about his stomach again as he headed out, having shoved on some boots, and thrown his too-long hair into some semblance of out-his-face, he tried to paste on a sort of smile for his adoptive carer, sure he’d never hear the end of it if he showed how much he wanted to frown. He did gain a small eyebrow furrow, but, luckily, Phil had the sense not to push, instead pulling out a wide brimmed straw hat for the easily-burnt half-piglin, and passed it over. “Here, we have to go get the cake for later, I had it made specially by that baker in town.” He was reading off a scribbled grocery list, clutched in one hand as he grabbed a basket with the other, not even looking away from the writing to catch the rest of the stuff trying to tumble out of the cupboard, and shove it back in. Techno nodded quietly, knowing the one he meant, and planning how best to Not-Be-There, since it was probably the busiest store of the waterfront on a normal day, never mind today, when everyone would be seeking pies and pastries for their summer parties. He notoriously wasn’t good with crowds, though he didn’t dare tell Phil this, in case it was a nuisance, instead opting to take a peek at the list, and offer to get something else at the same time.

The sudden burst of helpfullness didn’t escape notice, but, given how much he had to get, Phil didn’t much mind, setting the teen on the job of collecting fruits, and stashed the list away in his pocket, to plot the rest of when they got there. He wasn’t sure how long his boys would be out, but he really didn’t want to keep them waiting too long if they got bored before he got back. Having pre-prepared a tray of snacks and water bottles earlier in the day, he quickly propped the door open with a foot, popping it on the low, end table just outside, for precisely that purpose, before waving a hesitant Techno through with a smile. “Out we come, then.” He joked, pulling out the key to lock the cottage door behind them both, his shoes thudding familiarly on the worn stone step, reminding Techno he wasn’t gunna be going on his own, as he shuffled awkwardly between feet.

He wasn’t used to going out without his cape about his shoulders to help hide him from the world, but even now, he could feel the sun beating down on his shoulders and back, warming him almost to discomfort, even without the thick layer of velvet. He cleared his throat, easily falling into step just behind Phil as they passed the squeaky, broken gate, and straight into the field across the road, taking the wooded path shortcut, much to the relief of the teen, not sure he could have made it all the way up the main road and back today. The rustling of the wheat, and foraging of smaller animals was all that breached the comfortable silence that settled over the two of them as they walked, having established that neither was good at small talk months ago, back when days still came and went in darkness.

They had their own minds for company, for the most part, Phil seeming to hear songs on the wind to hum along to tunelessly whenever he felt like it, and really, Techno wouldn’t have it any other way, especially as it gave him something else to focus on, other than the weird feeling he was struggling to put a name to. He may have squealed slightly as a cow wandered across their path, spooking him a little, and causing Phil to chuckle, squeezing his shoulder a little with his callused hand, but, if he had longed for the warm touch to linger a little longer, well that was between him and the trees.

Before long, the trees thinned out, bit-by-bit, interrupted by houses where they would fit, until, by some strange occurrence, they found themselves stood in the town square, like they had been there all along. Still not used to how sudden it felt, Techno spun gently to get his bearings back, before pulling on the basket. “I’ll...i’ll go to the market, if you want to go get the cake before it gets too busy?” he offered, flinching at the merchants hawking their wares at the top of their lungs only a little ways away. Phil nodded, seeing an opportunity to join the three-person queue, hurrying off with barely another word than “Meet back here”, leaving Techno stood, clutching the basket to his chest, in the middle of the path.

Luckily, most people knew Phil, and so, by extension, Techno, in this small village, shaking their heads good-naturedly as he wandered the stalls, looking for the carrots. Trying to ease the furrowed brow he always seemed to wear, they called out jokes, or offered discounts, but he mostly kept his head down, shoving the number of vegetables he needed into the basket, and holding out the money to the appropriate local merchant. Really, he needed to buy Will a gift, since he had flat-out forgotten what the day was, and he really didn’t want to give Phil a reason to put him back out on the street where he had found him.

Finding he barely had enough coins left in the small pouch Phil had handed him for a hunk of cheese, Techno sighed, dejected, sure he was going to have to pick a flower and pretend it was important, and turned to leave. His last hope was a new stall, tucked right in the corner, boasting rare and wonderful treasures he was sure would be cheap tat. Sidling up to the stall, he tried not to be intimidated by the trader keeping their head shrouded in the shadow of their green cloak, and instead, muttered “Do...Do you have anything for a handful of bronze?” like it was something to be ashamed of. The merchant gasped, pulling back the blanket that had covered their wares previously, to show a distinct lack of prices. “Anything here may be purchased for your budget.” He spoke smoothly, as if luring Techo into making a mistake.

For the most part, he had been right, it was cheap tat, painted bright colors to attract fools. But leaning up against the side of the rickety shelf, stood a gleaming wooden instrument, as if begging to be bought, as if it wanted to be played. He couldn’t help but smile, knowing it was perfect for Wilbur, no questions asked. Pointing to it, he nodded. “I want that.” he spoke bluntly, leaving no room for error, watching as the strange merchant picked up in a gloved hand, and inspected it. “Ah, yes, a wonderful choice. I am sure it will be in good hands. That will be five bronze then.” He held out the spare hand, for Techno to upend the coin purse into, watching as five scuffed, browning circles fell out. Snapping the hand shut before he could take the coins back, the strange merchant lifted the instrument over the desk to Techno, knocking back his hood in the process. “Very good.” He spoke, not seeming to notice as Techno backed away, eyes transfixed on the smiling mask he wore over his own face.

Slinging the carrying strap of the instrument over his shoulder, Techno took off running, the basket of carrots banging against his leg as he moved, only daring to look back when he got to the familiar vegetable stalls he had grown up with. The merchant was gone, only a dusty corner left where he had once been, as if it had all been imagined. Rubbing his eyes, behind the broken rims of his glasses, Techno panted, sinking down onto the bench he had been told to meet Phil back at, and tried to calm himself by rubbing his fingers up and down the thick material of the strap. It didn’t make any sense, but, shaking it off as the old man walked up with a carefully balanced patisserie box, he stood and smiled, holding up the basket. “Got ‘em.” he spoke quietly, feeling slightly better at Phil’s affirming smile of praise.

“We should hurry back, Tommy’s attention span isnt too long.” Phil chuckled, speaking fondly about his middle son, shuffling the box to a more sustainable position. “Then, cake! Which I'm sure everyone is excited for!” Techno nodded softly, watching as the baker’s daughter, Niki, ran across the square, chasing pigeons and laughing. She was only a few years younger than Will, but somehow she looked so much smaller, more innocent. He only hoped the best for her. Hoped she would grow up loved and cared for.

Pulling his attention back to the present, he saw Phil had already strated walking, hurrying to catch up with him, and walk in time. The journey was so much quicker on the way back, the path clear of wandering cows, Techno even finding some suspicious looking mushrooms he might have been able to make a soup out of, just growing at the foot of a tree. He didn’t dare pick them, knowing how many people walked their dogs through the wood, but he did make a mental note to research them in one of Phil’s many books when he got some free time.

Soon enough, they were heading back through the wheat, greeted by three tired looking kids, as they lazed about in varying levels of sleepiness on the front lawn. Laughing as Wilbur instantly perked up at the cake box, Phil ushered his boys aside, handing the heavy and cool box to Techno whilst he unlocked the door, trusting him with the responsibility. He didn’t take it back as everyone rushed in, either, letting Techno go last so he could get the box onto the dining table with minimal little kid help. It was a nice feeling, especially as Phil got everyone cleaned up and seated, giving the eldest the honor of opening the box, to reveal a white frosting covered cake, “Happy Birthday, Wilbur” piped on the top with yellow, cursive icing. Practically bouncing off the walls, Wilbur begged his dad to let him have some now, to which Phil reluctantly relented, moving to get plates and a knife to cut the cake with, with the warning they were only allowed a small slice, so they would still eat their lunch. Tommy didn’t seem particularly pleased with the news, protesting “but daaaaaad” loudly, giving Will the perfect opportunity to start talking Techno’s ear off.

“Birfdays are the bestest! I want it to be a birfday everyday! You get cake, and presents, and....and....cake!” he smiled wide, humming happily to himself as Techno offered a tight smile, the feeling only getting worse. “When is your birfday, Techy?” Will asked curiously, as Phil came back with a stack of chipped mismatched plates, and a small utensil to cut the cake with. “Yeah, actually, Tech, when /is/ your birthday? I havent seen you celebrate...” Phil chimed in, seemingly confused when Techno slumped, shaking his head a little.

“I...i,uh, don’t have one?” Techno whispered, flinching as Tommy yelled “What!” at full volume. “Everyone has birfday.” Wilbur seemed confused, especially as Techno shook his head. “Not me. I don’t know when mine is. My family never told me.” He continued, eyes flicking to Phil, who was frozen in panic-stricken thought. Wilbur nodded quietly for a moment, then leaning over a dozing Tubbo towards the cake, and smeared his finger in the icing, rubbing out his name from it, leaning back grinning with his icing coated finger in his mouth. “There. It can be today.” he spoke as if it was that easy, Techno gaping at how kind the gesture had been, his mind not caught up enough to protest, not even as Will pulled the locket from around his neck, and put it round his brother’s. “Happy birfday, Techy, from your family.”

[ronmanmob]

☕️ + our kids. ( insert Max in a high back chair drumming his fingers waiting XD )

Spilled Tea Meme

The teacup presented, facts wanted, Ron offered a smirk to his wife as they sat at the butchers block in their Hever home's kitchen. Times like there were a giggle between them, a time to ruminate and reminisce equally - for all their family wasn't grown by a long margin. Olivia and Max were still in Secondary School - sixth formers, but still. Not grown. There was much to smile about. In fact, first pick--

'Y'know wha' RJ said abaht me tattoo've their names on me ribs?' Ron gestured to the area in question, hidden comfily now beneath shirt and cardigan. 'Ee said i's not a list'a birfdays since I added 'im to it, i's an ordah 'ov acquisition list -- since 'ee's oldah than Vi bu' below 'er on it. I worried 'ee was sad abaht it, bu' 'ee gave us this gorgeous cuddle, bless 'im. Love yah, dad, 'ee said t'me.' A snuffle escaped through a fractional smile. '--I didn't let 'im go fer ten minutes aftah.

'--Don't fink tha's tea though, aye?' Ron picked up the teacup. It was full and made for sharing; earl grey made to his and Monica's shared preference. He stole a little sip and then set it back down between them. It was her turn next, but still his as yet.

'Always say I've not got a faverit among 'em 'n tha's true. They're each me faverit one 'ov 'emselves. Each individual. Each different...Do worry sometimes tha' our Max don't quite...Wha's a good way'a...I don't fink 'ee quite gets Jim's ways, bu' people's people ain't they. Ain't no fault on Max fer it, like there's none on Jim-' A thought then.

'--D'yah know wha' I saw Vi doin' on th'erb garden th'ovvah day? She'd fahnd a bumble bee 'n 'ad it in 'er palm, all gently so it could 'av a rest. She was strokin' it wiv th'tips 'ov 'er fingers, th'li'le love'. Fink she'll be one f'th garden one day? I know she's all princesses now, bu' time's funny. She looked so 'appy aht there--'

'Oh! John got an A in 'is mechanics class at school. No surprises there, aye? There's a certificate 'ee'd like on th'fridge door, please, 'ee says. Texted us abaht it earlier; durin' break time. Need t'fink 'ov a good reward fer 'im -- theme park trip, maybe? I know I don't enjoy 'em much, bu' 'ees a speed freak 'n rollercoasters're real speedy. Ain't no car shows on at th'mo, else I'd've booked us tickets.' Another sip from the steaming mug of earl grey was stolen; one that was appended by a scan of the local vicinity for biccies. Finding none to hand, Ron returned his attention to his wife.

'Y'seen Liv's application t'Oxford yet? Darlin' girl, she let us read 'er first draft 'n 'alf 'ov it I needed a cuppa t'get right in me 'ead. I know she's goin' in fer it a year early, bu' I fink she's got a fightin' go at it. Do 'ope though-' He knocked twice on the butcher's block's nearest wooden surface. '-Tha if she ain't accepted it don't destroy 'er confidence. She's such a clevah fing, bu' them collages're soddin' picky.'

Pointedly now, Ron turned the teacup's handle towards Monica.

It was her turn to share now; time for thought-gathering given as Ron made for the biscuit barrel and picked out a sharable selection.

[evphology]

— [ ✎ . . . . ] ; this is for you, @kodzukenscorner!

happy, happy birfday, angel 🥺 you hold such a dear place in my heart since you’re the first person i’ve ever talked to here on tumblr. i was so hesitant to reach out, so when you welcomed me and treated me so kindly, i decided that tumblr wasn’t such a bad place after all. so thank you so much for being such a sweetheart, because if it wasn’t for you, i wouldn’t have met many other moots or even posted anything.

n e ways, i know i’m very inexperienced with the whole writing/headcanons thingy, but i do hope that you still enjoy this just as much as i enjoy your content. p.s. is the gif working? 

➞ the day starts off with an unusual message from your boyfriend of 10 months — it was an audio message with his morning voice greeting you with a ‘happy birthday, my sweet angel, i can’t wait to see you in an hour’

➞ he usually sends you a simple good morning text, so to receive a voice message with more than just a ‘good morning’? you legit thought you were still dreaming

➞ you two usually meet at the school gates, but today was different; he greeted you at your doorsteps with the dorkiest smile a person could ever muster, and a big bouquet of your favourite flowers in his free hand

➞ “happy birthday, love” is the first thing he says before he gives you a hug and a soft peck on your cheeks, which is sooo different from you two’s usual simple good morning greetings; he also holds your hand all the way to school 🥺 you ended up thinking he was on something because it was so unusual of him to show affection unless you’re both alone

➞ you see that the whole vbc’s waiting for you and akaashi at the school gates, and the moment bokuto’s wandering eyes landed on you two, this man just turns into a megaphone that only speaks birthday greetings

“y/n! hey, hey, hey! happy birthday! it’s your birthday— your special day!”

“bokuto-san, do you really have to announce it to the whole world?”

“...but that’s impossible. they can’t hear me all the way in a different country...”

➞ now everyone in fukurodani academy knows that it’s your birthday whether you like it or not (you’re also carrying this big bouquet of flowers, so maybe because of that, too) so expect greetings from left to right

➞ if akaashi was being completely honest, he didn’t even want the others to know that it’s your bday since he wanted it to be a special occasion that you two would celebrate privately; but he realized that he would be such a selfish boyfriend, so now he’s just enduring the slight hint of jealousy he feels with the massive amount of attention that you’re getting (bcause he still wanted you to pay lots of attention to him, not the other guys wishing you a happy bday🥺)

➞ he made you a bento box filled with your favourite food that he all made from scratch — most of it were shaped into hearts; he also fed you, which again, is sooo out of character for him (pls appreciate his efforts)

➞ the teacher asked you to stay after classes to help them with something, and so you couldn’t hang out with the vbc like you usually do after school, but akaashi ofc stayed behind for you since there wasn’t a volleyball practice scheduled

➞ when you finally got done, he asks you if you wanted a piggy-back ride and hang out at his house for a bit — ofc you accept — and now he’s carrying you back to his place with the smallest and softest smile on his lips (he was having so much heart palpitations from nervousness, omg help the poor boi)

➞ okay, so i won’t lie, they planned a surprise bday party for you; the reason why the vbc left early was to prepare it at akaashi’s house, and they actually asked the teacher to make you stay a lil’ longer since they needed time to prepare

➞ but the thing is, when you neared his house, you heard an oh-so familiar muffled voice screech “y/n’s here! she’s he—“ and you see bokuto’s figure getting dragged away from the living room window 😭 so much for a surprise... but he’s just really excited as well, okie?

➞ akaashi sighs and asks you to pretend that you didn’t hear nor see that since the vbc (and him, but he didn’t want to say that) worked really hard for the bday surprise

➞ so you turn the knob, akaashi behind you, and you haven’t even fully opened the door but you’re already tackled in a bear hug by yukie, konoha, and bokuto — akaashi catches you from behind to stabilize your stance again and he literally had the deadliest glare set on the trio, so ofc they back away but not too suspiciously

“you guys forgot to pop your streamers.”

“oh, yeah! wait— there you go! happy, happy, happy birthday, y/n!”

➞ tbh, akaashi ended up ust being on the sidelines for the most part of the party; he wanted you to enjoy your special day with everyone else you loved without having to worry about him; seeing and hearing your beautiful laugh and smile was already more than he could ask for

➞ when it was times for presents though, he made sure that he was sat right next to you— his hand was also resting on the small of your back the entire time you opened the presents you received from the vbc and his parents (yes, you’ve already met his parents and they love you so much)

➞ everyone finally finished giving you their presents (it’s your usual designer bags, shoes, money, etc. though bokuto actually bought you a huge owl cake for a present) so it was finally your beau’s turn

➞ you could see a soft hue of red creeping up from his neck and little beads of sweat on his forehead, but it’s because he’s so nervous, okay? 🥺 he’s never been so affectionate with you in public, so this was very different to him

➞ he first gave you a box filled with various things: clothing, snacks, makeup, perfume, lotion, etc.

➞ once you gave his cheek a kiss to thank him and thought that that was that, he pulls out a velvet box and bro, when i tell you everyone went wild, they went wild

“akaashi, no! you’re too young!”

“bokuto-san, this isn’t a—“

“i don’t want to be old yet 😭 i can’t be your kids’ uncle, i don’t have money yet.. i don’t even know how to boil water! please, akaash—“

“...ahem. sorry about that, akaashi, pls continue 🙂”

“thank you, konoha-san.”

➞ it was the ring you were eyeing when you two went on a shopping date last month

➞ you could see his hands shaking as he held it out for you to put yours in; he slowly put the breathtaking ring on your ring finger (bokuto almost lost it bcause he legit thought it was a proposal) once it was perfectly placed, he let out a breath he wasn’t even aware he was holding in

“this isn’t a proposal, i know that we’re both too young for that... perhaps in the future, but this is a promise ring. i know we haven’t been together for long, but you give me so much happiness and motivation; you just make my life so much better and you fill it with love everyday. so this is a ring to symbolize that i’ll continue to love you and wait until the day comes when i can finally switch this with an ᵉⁿᵍᵃᵍᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ ʳⁱⁿᵍ”

➞ then kith... he kissed you... while people are around... let alone in front of them?! chaos has began: bokuto almost faint, yukie’s squealing, konoha’s in a state of distress because of the ace, kaori’s being emotional and wiping the tears from her eyes, onaga, sakurui, and komi were cheering their homeboy on, while washio just has a huge smile on his face

➞ but while chaos unfolded and surrounded you and akaashi, you two were both too lost in each other’s eyes that shined with pure adoration and love; every sound was muffled, but the soft and genuine whisper of ‘i love you so much’ that fell from his lips, you heard loud and clear

➞ to say the least, it was by far the best birthday you’ve ever experienced, and akaashi has now made it his mission to surpass it every year ‧₊˚✩彡

lmao, this is so short, forgive me but you said short hcs so i didn’t want to make it too long 🥺 anyways happy birthday again! hope you enjoy this... whatever this thing is that i’ve made. love ya’, angel!

p.s. can you teach me how to write hcs? cause like how do you make yours sound so good 😭 i’m legit confuzzled

[ladybuvelle]

My Birfday!

// I turn 35 today! My hair’s already turned white oh god-

But in all seriousness, thank you for the early well-wishes and the continued greetings <3 Not much I can do in the time of covid as anything special, but I’m still going to try and spend some extra quality time with my mom and the cats. (Apparently the presents anyone got me here will all be late due to... things. So I expect today will be pretty no frills.)

(Hard to believe I started this blog in my late 20s...)

[springthings]

annabeth gives allie a lil bouquet of hand picked flowers and a kiss on the cheek as an early birthday present tehhehe

allie birfday 🥳🥳🥳, accepting always.

       to have annabeth present her with flowers makes the tenderness in her chest bloom. her, a girl who has given annabeth flowers so many times. she can feel the life beating in them, even away from the ground. allie squeals and hugs her friend, squeezing her tight in her arms.  “ oh, thank you, thank you annie! they’re so sweet! oh, come help me find a pot! i saw this really cute one earlier, come on! ”  she takes annabeth’s hand and tugs her towards the craft cabin, nearly skipping with joy that makes her heart sing.