#good cake shitty frosting

[technicolorxsn]

hm.

[taintedcigs]

✦ STRAWBERRIES & CREAM | steve h. x reader ✦

wc: 2k+

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ !!smut, smut smut!!, MINORS DNI!! swearing, nicknames (sweetheart, baby, princess, etc.) p in v, praises!! lots of praises! degrading if u squint really really hard but not really!! slight dom!steve, but mostly soft!dom!steve, sub!reader, kind of a breeding kink, creampie, steve is v horny, aftercare!! shitty aftercare bc i suck at writing endings JUST OVERALL FILTH MINORS DNI!!!

summary: you make steve a strawberry cake, and steve wants to return the favor.

authors note: FIRST TIME WRITING STEVE SMUT IM EXCITED!! im so very sorry about the shitty ending and the shitty aftercare, i had shitty men so i cannot write good aftercare OKAY!!! nah im jk hope yall enjoy it, PLS PLS leave me some feedback they r my joy and hope!! ALSO COME TALK TO ME IN ASKS, OR SEND ME PM IM V FRIENDLY I LOVE TALKING TO PPL okay that's it enjoy!! mwah xo, em💌

steve loves it. he absolutely loves when you do something for him, he adores the pretty smile you give him when he tells you how much he loves whatever it is you did for him.

but he can't help but get horny, so fucking horny when you do something for him. anything. when you bring him coffee at work, he's hard as a rock. when you take care of him after a stressful day, he's grateful, so grateful, but his bulge is tightening his pants.

and right now, when he sees you in your tight little sun dress as you're holding out a strawberry cake, his favorite, he knows he's about to explode.

he groans, actually groans as you dip your finger in the frosting holding out your fingers in front of his lips, his cock is strained in his pants, he needs you, and he needs you now.

his gaze remains attached to yours as he sucks on your finger, the rich flavors engulf his mouth, and he makes a popping sound causing you to rub your thighs together with the way his gaze devours you.

'what d'ya think?' you give him a small smile, excited for his feedback as you spent the entire day working on steve's favorite cake.

'tastes so fuckin' sweet, darlin' he murmurs as you giggle, looking up to him all doe-eyed, and steve swears you're doing it on purpose.

'do you like my surprise?' you ask, your eyes are lit up with hope and steve is putty in your hands, he adores the way your face is covered in flour, and he's quick to swipe it away, admiring your features.

'i love it, baby, you made this just for me?' he teases, his soft hands cup your cheeks, and you nod quickly, melting into his hands.

'mhmm, just for you stevie.' you murmur as you plant a kiss into his palm, and it's so soft, so fragile that steve feels perverted by the way he's thinking about you.

but he's desperate, so fucking desperate that all he wants to do is bend you over the counter and thrust into you till you scream out his name, making you cum over and over again while he watches your pretty face contort.

'wanna taste some too, stevie.' you whine as you point towards the cake, steve's pants tighten at what you're insinuating and he bites his cheek, his fingers dip into the frosting as he holds it in front of you.

you are quick to take his hand in yours, licking the frosting as you suck on his finger, all while holding your gaze with his, and you can almost see his pretty chestnut orbs become dark and lustful.

'you have no idea what you're doing to me, princess.' he sucks in a breath, 'fuck.' he almost groans and you look up at him all innocently.

'my pretty girl.' he murmurs as his lips crash into yours, they taste like strawberries and cream, he's gentle but rough, and so very needy.

'need you baby, need you s'fuckin' badly.' he groans into your lips, 'stevie...' you whine, pleading.

'what does my pretty girl need?' he cooes. 'you. need you inside.' you whine, so needily, so prettily that steve has no choice but to take care of his girl.

before you can comprehend it steve is quick to bend you over the kitchen counter, pressing your head on the cold counter with one hand while the other one is quick to unzip his pants.

'i got you, baby... i'm gonna give you everything you fuckin' need, princess.' he flips up your dress, groaning at the sight as he gives you a rough slap on your cheeks, making you yelp.

'shh, princess... you can take it, mmm? my good lil' girl can take it.' he lays a messy kiss on your back, giving you another slap as you whine again.

'p-please... need more, need your cock, stevie...' you plead, and steve pouts. 'such a needy lil' baby, are ya?' he mocks, and you nod, you want— need him.

his tip is leaking with pre-cum as he gives it a few tugs at the sight of your ass cheeks being covered with his handprints, he smirks, smugly. 's'fuckin' gorgeous...' he murmurs, he tugs at your lacy panties, dragging them down your thighs.

he's slow to kiss every inch of your thighs, he spreads them apart, placing sloppy kisses in your inner thigh from the back as your breath hitches, 'stevie...' you murmur.

'you say my name so pretty.' he praises, 'tell me what you want, doll.' he's teasing now as his lips come close to your pussy lips, but never close enough that you get what you need.

'p-please, stevie, your hands, your mouth, your cock, anything...' you plead, doe-eyed, and steve knows he could never say no to you.

'pretty baby, you know i would never say no to you if you begged for me like that, hmm?' he cooes, standing up now, cowering over your figure, his eyes are glazed with lust, you can't see him with your ass pressing onto his hardened cock, but from the tone of his voice you know how worked up he is.

his fingers are rough as they pinch your clit, causing you to whine. he slips one finger into your soaking folds, going deeper and deeper as you cry out, begging for more.

'is this what you wanted, sweets?' he murmurs, his lips are on your neck, sucking, nibbling, marking you in any way that he can.

'yes, yes!' you whine, steve's fingers are fast as they work in and out of you, his mouth is on each part of your body, almost. you can feel his thick cock, pressing harder against your ass, and it is driving you crazy, you need him inside of you.

'n-need more, stevie. need your cock.' you plead.

'does my good lil' girl want my cock inside?' he cooes, mockingly, making you nod frantically, 'yes, please stevie, please!' you cry out.

'what my pretty girl want, she gets.' he murmurs as he lines his angry tip along your entrance. he holds his cock with one hand while the other has a tight grip on your waist, then to tease you further, he starts tapping his leaking tip against your aching clit, letting out a hum.

you whine at the movement, feeling empty. 'such a pretty fuckin' sight, my gorgeous girl.' mewled groans escape his pretty lips, without letting a whine escape your pretty lips again he thrusts his hips into you in a quick movement, causing you to gasp at the feeling.

with both of his hands, he grips your waist, sheathing his cock inside of you slowly and more steadily now, bending you over further as he works his cock inside of you making you moan and whimper beneath him.

'f-fuck, princess. i'll never get used to how well this tight cunt takes me." his voice is raspy.

"so fuckin' warm.' he groans, his head thrown back as you feel your tight cunt stretch with each of his movement.

he sinks deeper, and deeper into you, burying himself to the hilt, making sure that you feel every ridge, every inch of his cock.

he brings one of his hands against your head, pressing you further into the counter as he thrusts further into you, causing you to suck in a breath when his ridge pushes against your clit again.

'harder, stevie, p-please...' you cry out and steve groans at your words, the way you beg him for more makes him squeeze his eyes shut with pleasure.

'my needy fuckin' girl.' he groans as he removes his cock from your warm pussy, and it almost causes you to whine because of the emptiness, begging for him to fill you up, but before you can steve pushes his girthy cock inside of you again, deeper, and harder.

all the thoughts leave his head, the only thing he cares about now is how you are bent over beneath him, begging for more, crying out his name as your ass jiggles each time he holds a tighter grip and shoves his cock inside of your tight hole.

all he cares about is how warm and tight your cunt feels, and all you care about is how well he fills your hole, so big, and his cock is ridged in all the right places that make you scream out his name.

he's not slowing down as he keeps up his thrusts, he wants you creaming his cock, screaming out his name as he fills your walls with his load.

he wants to ruin you and put you back together all at the same time, he wants you desperate, begging to him to let you cum, over and over again, until your clit is so sensitive that you cannot handle it anymore.

the room is filled with steve's curses and his praises, 'takin' me so well sweets.'

'such a good lil' girl for me, aren't ya?' and the sounds of your skin slapping against each other.

'need to cum, stevie. can i please cum?' you plead, whining still, and steve tries to slow down to not let you cum, but he can't help himself, his movements are still quick and he cannot control his pace when you teasingly arch your ass against him, causing your tight cunt to engulf around his cock, he throws his head back in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut.

'f-fuck, baby, doin' so well for me, you can cum for me, babygirl.' he cooes as he bites onto your shoulder to hold himself from spilling his load into you. 'cum for me sweets, cream my cock.'

'i wanna feel you, princess. i wanna feel every fucking inch of this sweet pussy.' he groans as he strokes into you over and over again.

your warm cunt clamps around his cock, steve feels you release through his cock as you cry out for his name.

steve can't hold it in anymore, your pretty whines, the way you moan out his name, and the 'o' shape your pretty little lips take as you orgasm around him is enough to get him to empty his balls inside of you.

's-shit baby, can't hold it in much longer.' he curses.

'cum for me, stevie. wanna feel your warm load inside me.' you whine, praising him, and he groans loudly.

with a final thrust of his lips into your soaked warm cunt, he spills his seed inside of you. you can feel his cock pulse inside of you, it's warm and fills your hole to the brim.

steve groans loudly, and it's so blissful to your ears, he's so beautiful when he's loud and whiny, you think to yourself as your head is filled with nothing but steve.

he collapses on top of you, putting all of his weight onto you, hugging you from behind as you can hear his heavy breathing, still cursing as he praises you.

'my good lil' girl, pretty lil' baby.' he murmurs as he kisses your shoulders, when he's sure that every single drop of his cum is inside of you, he finally slips out.

he turns you around to face him, and you collapse in his arms, feeling dizzy, you hum. 'you're s'good, stevie.' you murmur weakly and it causes a smug chuckle out of steve, he gives your forehead a soft kiss.

'let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart.' you gaze up at him as he picks you up, carrying you with his strong arms.

his honey-glazed eyes are mesmerizing as they look down on you, you adoringly admire his features. he's so pretty after he cums, his beautiful hair lays messily on his forehead, and he has the most adoring gaze.

'wanna take a bath with me? so we can clean you up, pretty girl?' he asks, and you nod. 'mhmm, please.'

he carries you to the bathroom, and you let your hands run over his face, admiring his beauty marks and his always-perfect hair.

'so pretty.' you murmur as steve places you down, running the shower as he chuckles at your comment.

'thank you.' he hums as he places a kiss on your forehead, it's gentle and filled with endearment.

'for what?' you ask, confused.

'for the cake, for the coffees, for all the little things you do for me. and for caring about me, always.' his hands are soft as they cup your cheeks.

'i love you, pretty girl.' he murmurs.

'i love you too, stevie.' you giggle as your lips softly graze against his.

[raitonsfw]

birthday sex with geto suguru

let’s be honest, geto would forget his own birthday; too wrapped up in the shitty contents of a curse to even remember to look at the date. and being the girlfriend you were, you’d mark it on every calendar you had. 

the vanilla cake you baked for him would be whipped with icing, sweeter than normal– you knew his missions, the curses that he’d swallow, and you wondered if you put enough sugar. knowing his complaints, you’d need the whole bag dumped into the mix and then some.

you’d coo a meaningful ‘happy birthday’ to him as soon as he’d walk in, dazing him from his unethical thoughts and he’d smile at you as he put the pieces together despite his tired mind. it’s not that he meant to forget his own birthday, the day had just caught up with him. and you’d feel bad, but soon the feeling would dissolve as you kiss at buttercream frosted lips.

later that night, he’d be splayed underneath you– completely in awe as you bounced sweetly on his dick. he’d be enraptured by your beauty, his eyes wandering over every surface of your body. Your breasts would bob in his big hands, his entire palm cupping one and you’d moan out as he’d squeeze them lovingly. then, his hands would trail towards your tummy. 

he’d press his fingers lightly against your abdomen, gauging if he could feel his cock bulging against it– and he could. next, his hands would end up smoothing over the plush of your hips– of your thighs and he’d almost cream inside you when you switched your position on top of him. to kiss at his chest, his neck, everywhere you could reach. 

he’d start thrusting inside you now, his strong arms helping you fuck down on him as you’d lap a hickey near his collarbone, eliciting a small groan out of him. which was extremely rare, especially when he was tired. but he just couldn’t help it, you felt so fucking good around him– and your pussy was sinful as you’d squeeze him just right. his eyes would roll back in his head, quiet pants of your name slid from his tongue and you were practically drunk off his voice. 

“you always spoil me, baby…”

“kiss me there, please– right there, need you...”

“j-just like that, keep bouncing for me– o-oh fuck…”

“shit, ‘m getting close… want me to cum inside you?”

and you’d desperately yearn for him to– against his lips that kept you sane and a needy grunt would be swallowed up by your mouth as your own release finds you in sync with his. pulling back, you’d watch with clouded eyes as his head would tilt back into the pillow, his hair curling against his shoulders and his chest rising and falling with his breathy moans. his cock would nestle in you and you’d feel the warmth seeping from him, your precious boy gasping for air as you squeeze around him one last time.

you’d lose yourself a little bit as tiny praises would spill from his mouth as he came down from his high, small ‘thank yous’ and ‘love yous’ making your bottom lip wobble slightly.

you silently made a vow to treat your king right for every birthday he had, no matter what.

© raitonsfw thirsts '24 | 18+ mdni | my own divider do not use.

[yawntutsyip]

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 ─ when you bake something for them and it turns out horrible. (yuji, megumi, gojo)

warnings: none that I know of // SHITTY WRITING

𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈:

When Yuji got home he was greeted by the smell of…well something was cooking.

“Babe, I'm home!” He announces and walks to the kitchen after taking his shoes off to see you standing there with a proud smile on your face and a plate of cookies in front of you.

“I made cookies for you! Try some!”

“Wow! Thank you baby” Yuji says excitedly and gives you a peck on the cheek before grabbing a cookie and taking a big bite, all excitement washed away.

Yuji chews waiting for the delicious sweetness to hit but it never does, all he got was immediate salt so he slows down his chewing and looks back at you and begins to feel bad.

You looked so proud standing there waiting for him to finish, you worked hard making these for him, how could he break your little heart. He just couldn’t.

“Mmm!” Yuji hums out with a forced smile as he swallows the horrid food. 

“I love my significant other I love my significant other  I love my significant other I love my significant other-” he repeats in his head and goes in for another bite, hands shaking, taste buds screaming.

‘WHY WAS IT SPICY? AND SALTY?’

“These are so good-” He begins but his body betrays him and causes him to gag, nearly spitting it back up.

“Yu? Is everything alright?” You say worried as you watch your boyfriend fight against throwing up.

“Y..ye..yeah baby, totally great! These cookies! Hahahaha so….gag so good!” 

Concern growing on you, you reach and grab one of the cookies to taste for yourself and ask the same question in your head.

‘WHERE DID THE SPICE AND SALT COME FROM?!’

Immediately you spit the food out in a napkin you quickly grab and shout at Yuji “SPIT IT OUT BABE!….DON’T KEEP EATING IT?!”

“No really babe it's not that bad!” He argues while trying to eat more but before he could you force it out of his mouth and quickly sweep all them away straight into the garbage and make him rinse his mouth in the sink.

“Why did you keep eating it?!?”

“You worked so hard..” He pouts at you.

𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈:

Megumi is a bit more straight forward than the others unfortunately. 

You and Megumi were chilling at your house, he was working on some homework while you were jamming in the kitchen attempting to make a chocolate cake with the ingredients you had at your house, some ingredients missing but you didn’t care.

“GUMI BEAR!” You scream for him. “I told you not to call me that, it's embarrassing…” He grumbles and appears behind you in a second, looking over your shoulder at the supposed cake you made. 

His face says it all, with his eyebrows furrowed with a sour look on his face. “I made a cake! I know it doesn’t look the prettiest…I forgot to let it cool off before I put the frosting on and it crumbled but I'm sure it tasted good…”

You grab some on a fork and place it in front of Megumi’s face so that he could taste it.

He shakes his head no at first but as you keep pestering him and he finally stops grumbling and takes the tiniest bite. “Yep it's good”

“You didn’t even eat it! You just tasted the fork! Come on, just try it”

With more groans and mumbles coming from him and more pestering coming from you, you finally get him to take a full bite of the cake you made.

You feed it to him and watch as he chews only once and quickly spits it out in an instant.

“That was disgusting.” He tells you but instantly regrets it as he watches the smile fall off your face and turn into a frown.

“...Sorry babe…” 

After you taste it for yourself you agree that he was not exaggerating because you had the same reaction when you got a crunch in your bite that was not supposed to be there. “Oh yeah what was not good…”

Megumi pulls you into his embrace while giving a light peck to your temple. “How about we make another one but together?”

WHILE THE TWO OF YOU ARE MAKING IT: “hand me the sugar please” “…babe did you use this earlier?” “yeah why?” “this is salt. You used salt instead of sugar.”

“OHHHHHHH well they look similar you can’t blame me…” You shrug sheepishly and go to crack the eggs but Megumi stops you.

“How about…I do the eggs…you can stir it”

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎:

Gojo was finally done with the last minute mission that he got sent and was now on his way back to his lovely significant other who was waiting at his house so patiently.

“ANGEL CAKES I'M HOME~ did you miss me?” he screams as he walks in the front door expecting to be greeted immediately with you at the door but you aren't there.

With a big frown on his face he walks further in the house to which then he hears you calling him from the kitchen. “In here my love! I got a tasty surprise for you!”

Books it to the kitchen with a cheeky smile on his face, once he sees you he’s slightly disappointed the surprise wasn't you on the counter, but a plate of cookies instead, a man could dream.

“I made you cookies! Tadaaaaa!” You tell him while shoving the plate in front of him and greeting him with a kiss.

In your guy's relationship Gojo does the cooking and baking. From knowing you since you both were in diapers, he has had previous experiences with you and your cooking to know whatever you made was about to taste like an absolute abomination. 

“NOW! Before you say anything, I know I’m not the best at cooking but this time I followed the recipe step by step! So they should taste good…how hard could making simple cookies be? Taste them!”

Gojo hesitates but seeing you look so proud of yourself made him let his guard down. “Alrighty, hand one over then lets see” He gives in and takes the cookie you handed him, taking a bite before the horrid familiar taste hits his tongue. He quickly makes a gesture that he needs something to drink with a smile and when you turn your back to him he quickly opens the garbage with his foot and spits out while chucking the cookie in after, if you can even call it that.

You turn back around and hand him a glass of water. “Woah! You finished it already?! Was it good?” You grin at him while clapping your hands.

The man felt bad that even when following a simple recipe you had no talent when it came to baking, “Very good! I ate a lot of kikufuku on the way here so i'm full but i’ll eat some later cutie”

Later that night, when he made sure you were deep asleep he throws them all away and quickly stuffs other things to hide his crime.

Next morning: “Toru? What happened to all the cookies I made last night?” “I got so hungry in the middle of the night and they were so good that I ate them all! Sorry angel!”

“Oh?! Okay I’ll just make more then! Look I’m improving-“

“NO!…no more cookies, save your baking for a special time…hehe”

[weird-an]

"Oh no!" Steve thinks when he opens the door to their apartment and smells the sweet scent of a cake baking in the oven.

There's already a tray of muffins cooling on the kitchen table.

A cake and muffins? Billy had a bad day, then.

Billy cracks an egg with his fist, so the bowl shakes. He's wearing a black apron, mullet up in a messy bun and a cigarette dangles from behind his ear.

He hasn't stopped baking. His day must have been shit. Secretly, Steve is happy, because baking is better than Billy getting drunk and in trouble and he has gotten so good at it.

Billy slices open a vanilla pod with a knife that's way too big for the little thing. (Billy's favourite knife. Whenever Steve mentions its size, he just licks his lips and tells him that he's great at handling big things, Steve of all people should know that.)

"Fucking asshole," Billy growls, punching the dough sitting on the counter with his fist and scooping the vanilla in a bowl full of cream.

"Hey Billy," Steve clears his throat.

Billy stares at him, nostrils flaring. Okay, it's not yet the talking stage, Steve figures.

"Lemon," Billy barks.

Steve puts his hands in his hips. The fruit bowl is right next to him.

"Thanks, Steve," he says loudly when he throws the lemon at his boyfriend.

Billy grunts, almost apologizing, catches the lemon and breaks it into halves. With his bare hands. Steve's jaw drops a little.

He watches Billy finish the frosting and occasionally punching the dough.

"Fucker," Billy spits. It goes on like this for a while.

Steve cracks open a cold one and occasionally throws the ingredients Billy asks for at him.

"Thanks," Billy suddenly says when Steve washes strawberries for him. His voice is rough, like he's had a good cry. Maybe he had.

"Shitty day?" Steve asks, giving him a peck on the cheek.

"They didn't give me the raise," Billy mumbles.

Steve's heart aches. Billy had been working so hard at the garage.

"I'm sorry," he says, squeezing Billy's hand.

Billy hums. "M sorry, too.“

He gestures awkwardly at the two cakes and dozens of muffins behind him, like he's seeing them for the first time.

"Don't be. I love your baking," Steve grabs a muffin and takes a bite. I love you, he thinks.

Frosting still on his lips, he gives Billy a kiss.

"So sweet," he laughs.

"Idiot," Billy says. I love you too, Steve hears.

[mustainegf]

Can you write 80!james × reader where they make a cake together? Genre at your discretion

This so SO adorable and I love 80s James, he’s such a cutie

As I stepped into the kitchen, the sweet scent of vanilla filled the air, instantly putting a smile on my face.

Today was special, not just because it was our anniversary, but because James and I were making a cake together.

Id finally convinced him to, as long as I promised not to tell the guys.

(I was definitely going to)

I glanced over at James, who was already bustling about, gathering ingredients and setting them out on the counter.

His enthusiasm was infectious, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as I joined him.

"This cake is gonna suck," he giggled, his eyes sparkling.

“it won’t be pretty, it will taste good though,” I added.

Our laughter filling the room as we sifted flour, cracked eggs, and measured out sugar.

Despite his initial reluctance, James was soon swept up in the fun of it all.

He may have grumbled about having to bake a cake at first, but as he got into the swing of things, his competitive spirit kicked in.

"You call that mixing?" he teased, winking at me as he whisked the batter with exaggerated enthusiasm.

I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help but laugh at his antics.

Before long, the cake was in the oven, filling the kitchen with its tantalizing aroma.

While we waited for it to bake, James pulled me into his arms, swaying gently to the music playing in the background.

"Jamie, your hair is full of flour," I chuckled, reaching over to brush it away gently.

Before I could protest, he dipped his finger into the bag of flour and flicked a small cloud of it in my direction. I gasped in mock horror, but couldn't help but laugh as I retaliated, dipping my own finger into the flour and smearing a tiny streak across his nose.

"Looks like we're both a little flour covered now," he teased, his smile widening as he leaned in to plant a playful kiss on my cheek.

I nestled closer to him, feeling a rush of warmth spread through me. Surrounded by flour dusted countertops and the promise of something sweet.

When the timer finally beeped, we eagerly pulled the cake out of the oven, marveling at its golden perfection.

Finally, the time came to decorate the cake, and we worked together, swirling frosting and adding a sprinkle of rainbow sprinkles.

James may have pretended to grumble about the mess, but I could see the twinkle in his eye as he carefully made a shitty rendition of scary guy on the cake.

When we were done, we stepped back to admire our handiwork.

“I was right, it does kinda suck,” he chuckled, before adding. “I love it though.”

With a mischievous grin, I cut a thin slice of the cake and held it out in James's direction.

Before he could protest, I playfully smushed it into his mouth, a dollop of frosting landing on his cheeks and upper lip.

He sputtered in surprise, his eyes widening before erupting into laughter. "Hey, watch it!" he exclaimed, his voice muffled by the cake and laughs.

I couldn't help but giggle at his reaction, reaching out to wipe away the frosting with my thumb.

"Oops, my bad," I teased, licking the frosting off my finger with a playful smile.

As he recovered from the surprise attack, James leaned in to steal a quick kiss, the taste of vanilla and sugar lingering on his lips.

[sibylsleaves]

it's a craving not a crush

2k | rated E | Five Alarm Fest Day 6 | read on ao3 Veronica takes a hearty bite of cake. “You never just. I don’t know.” Her tongue darts out from between her lips, licking at the frosting on the fork. “Have a craving?” “Sure,” Taylor allows. The fork twirls idly between Veronica’s slender fingers. “And you never…give in to it?” after a disaster of a double date, Taylor and Veronica talk

Taylor sits in the front seat of her Corolla, fuming. It’s not often that she feels like this—like such an idiot.

Fucking Evan Buckley and his childish fixation on making sure everyone in the entire world likes him. Taylor doesn’t need to be liked. Never has. But Buck—you’d think the world comes crashing down the second someone treats him with mild apathy.

Which is ironic considering his taste in women, if Veronica and Taylor herself are anything to go off of.

What a goddamn waste. Here she is, all dolled up in her red dress, the one she bought for the station’s Christmas Party last year, push-up bra that makes her boobs look amazing, hair perfectly curled, make-up—well, it was perfect before she started crying. It feels a little too pathetic to go back to her shitty one-bedroom apartment when she went through the trouble to look this good.

There’s a patio bar not too far from here she’s been to before. The bar scene in DTLA is usually a bit too crowded and extra for her taste, but fuck it. She’ll go, have a drink, maybe pick someone up, and salvage this shitshow of an evening.

Decision made, she gets out of the car, and is just slamming the driver’s door shut when the back stairwell of Buck’s apartment building opens. Light spills from within, haloing a slim figure and a cascade of long, brown hair.

“Taylor Kelly?”

It’s Veronica. Before Taylor can even respond, Veronica’s tossing a trash bag into the dumpsters and striding over.

“I thought you had a story to prep for,” Veronica says, crossing her arms over her chest with a smirk. “Or is the story ‘LA firefighter acts like a bag of dicks?’”

Taylor snorts. “Not sure that’s groundbreaking enough for even the four o’clock news.”

Veronica arches a perfect dark eyebrow. “Well, if you are free, you could come back upstairs and finish that glass of wine?”

“With you and your boyfriend?”

“Just me,” Veronica says, teeth flashing in the streetlight. “No boyfriend. Never was. Definitely isn’t now.”

(continue on ao3)

[sugarbombs-n-stuff]

Companion Birthday Headcanons

Ada: June 7th, She sees her birthday as when Jackson found her, she celebrates quickly but she finds it fun nonetheless.

Cait: February 20th, She never celebrated before sole but now that she does she loves it. Definitely a chocolate kinda girl.

Curie: April 12th She was powered on for the first time on this date! All Mister Handys/Miss Nannies sing themselves a little happy birthday jingle like the mars rover. Now that she's a synth her favorite cake flavor is strawberry. She loves celebrating with everyone, think of like a 5 year olds peak birthday and that's what Curie wants. She loves being gifted anything from prewar.

Codsworth: September 30th. He was purchased before shaun was born and was powered up a bit after he popped out. He loves wearing a party hat and like Curie, sings himself a birthday jingle. He loves the festivities of birthdays.

Danse: March 15th. In the brotherhood it was a quick happy birthday and then back to his duties. He feels indifferent about his birthday until Blind Betrayal, for a few months after he refuses to even think about anything that indicates he's human but when does accept that he's a synth he appreciates his birthday. His favorite flavor of cake is German Chocolate.

Deacon: December 25th. Though no one would ever find out except for Sole, he is a Christmas baby. Anytime someone asks what his birthday is it changes every time. He will celebrate his birthday with friends once he starts trying to find the real him but for years after Barbara's death he wouldn't even acknowledge it. He enjoys a good party but also likes something simple, he doesn't expect much cause it falls on a holiday though. His favorite cake flavor jokingly is funfetti, his actual favorite is just simple yellow cake with chocolate frosting. He will heavily appreciate any gag gift or fiber art craft thing that comes his way.

Dogmeat: January 1st. No one really knows so they celebrate on New Years Day. He gets plenty of brahmin ears as gifts though.

Piper: August 18th. She celebrated plenty when her parents were still alive and Nat tries to make her a present or two and she is very grateful. She enjoys spending her b-day with Blue and everyone as well. She doesn't care for cake, so she gets cookie cake.

Preston: November 3rd. He celebrated with is family and the early minuteman but after the quincy massacre he doesn't have the time or energy. If he had a choice, he would want to spend his birthday on the river outside sanctuary with a BBQ. His favorite flavor is lemon!

Nick: Human Nick's birthday was May 23rd, Synth Nick wanted some separation from him so he celebrates his birthday on February 14th, Valentines Day. He doesn't need any gifts or a big party, he's perfectly fine with a birthday card and since he doesn't really eat anything, a nice cup of coffee.

MacCready: June 2nd. Duncan's birthday is the day after so they normally celebrate together. He likes parties and gag gifts. His favorite cake flavor is actually orange with chocolate frosting. The only way he can get said flavor however is pouring Nuka Orange and using that instead of water when baking, duncan thinks its really nasty though.

Hancock: August 28th. When they were kids his brother would always make sure his birthday was good but after he left Diamond City and started celebrating with chems and shitty beer. When the sole survivor and their merry band of misfits rolls up he starts celebrating with a big meal among friends where he tries to cut back on chems. He's happy to get any gift and his favorite cake flavor is tarberry.

x6-88: October 1st. He never celebrated his birthday until sole showed up. He appreciates getting candy, weapon mods, and pre-war toy kits where you can build your own car. He doesn't mind sitting on the beach as a bonfire is being built. He enjoys swimming and eating whatever was packed and he finds that he actually enjoys his birthday. His favorite cake flavor is coconut with red frosting.

Strong: Pre-War, Strong's birthday was November 27th. He doesn't remember now and doesn't care.

Gage: January 13th. He celebrates by putting on a record and target practice, he'd prefer a rager with plenty of chems and loud music, Afterwords, go home, eat cake, and listen to some pre-war audio drama. His favorite cake flavor is vanilla with mutfruit frosting.

Longfellow: May 16th. He doesn't celebrate cause he doesn't really care. He drinks a beer at the bar then goes fishing with Diamond City Radio playing. His favorite cake flavor is coffee cake with tarberry jam on top.

[imaginethathaikyuu]

literally anything with atsumu i love him and ur writing is always up to par so. i will be happy with anything. but a cute birthday themed piece could be fun perhaps

thank u so much i wrote this specifically for u and i managed to write a weirdly formatted atsumu centered fic that barely went over 1k words. we are so back

contains: fluff, mild childhood angst, a black eye, birthday cake word count: 1163 gender neutral reader x miya atsumu :p

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October 5th, 1995 

Atsumu Miya is born. He’s gifted a bright flash of light, the sound of his own cries, and - seven minutes later - a brother. 

October 5th, 2003

There was a HAPPY BIRTHDAY banner taped to the cabinets in the kitchen. The R was ripped nearly in half, and the colors were dull. 

It was the same one as last year, and the year before that. 

Atsumu walked through the threshold with his brother right next to him. Osamu knew how to say thank you in the right way to get the best hug from their mom. 

They were presented with one singular cupcake. 

“Why can’t we ever get our own?” 

The two boys sat too close at the kitchen table, the strawberry cake sat right in front of them. 

“You have to learn how to share, Atsumu.” 

He knew how to share. There was nothing left to learn.

One candle was mashed in the frosting. Mom lit the flame and Atsumu watched wax dripping onto his half as she sang their happy birthday song, and told them to make a wish. 

Atsumu and Osamu looked at each other, then blew at the candle at the exact same time. 

The cupcake was cut in half, and Atsumu’s stomach hurt before he could finish his. Osamu took it without being asked. 

But if they had each gotten their own, Atsumu would've had more to share with his brother. 

October 5th, 2010

Atsumu was fifteen and he knew everything. He was always right - never, ever wrong, and if anyone disagreed, they’d have to take it up directly with him. 

He knew how to run his mouth. Maybe it was what he was best at. He’d never lost an argument - until his fifteenth birthday. 

He’d gotten good at taking his aggression out in healthy ways - mostly in sports. But, sometimes, the words he spit couldn’t be left on the court. 

He would say what he wanted, and he didn’t care who heard or hurt. 

He didn’t know what he had coming to him. 

The entire team had already abandoned the gym, all but Atsumu and the shitty middle blocker who played like he didn’t know his position. 

Atsumu was outside stretching when his words hit his ears. “You’re a piece of shit, Miya.” 

“Oh my god - get in line, dude, you’re about the fifth person today to let me know.” 

“That many people wanna rip your head off? I wish one of them would teach you how to shut the fuck up.” 

“And I wish someone would teach you how to block the fuckin’ ball.” 

The guy didn’t reply. He took one step in Atsumu’s direction - he remembered hearing the crunch of gravel under the guy's foot. His shoulder moved with the step, and with it, the first real punch Atsumu had ever been thrown. 

And it hit. Hard. Ten times harder than any hits from Osamu. 

The guy’s fist collided with Atsumu’s cheek and then he walked away. Atsumu didn’t even have a chance to hit back - he was frozen in place, anyway. There was no fight in him. He was too surprised. 

A black eye wasn’t on his wishlist for his birthday, but it’s what he got. A lesson learned? Not so much. 

October 5th, 2019

He was another year older - so what. 

The only part of Atsumu’s birthday that he liked was giving his brother a stupidly expensive gift, because it gave him an excuse to gloat. 

Other than that? It was a day like any other. 

Birthdays were nowhere near special to him - especially his own. But it just so happened that on that specific birthday, he had his first date with you. 

And it didn’t even come up in conversation. Neither did his twin brother, or any of his volleyball stories he’d usually tell to impress a date. 

Atsumu found out that he didn’t need to impress you, and he hardly needed to talk about himself. 

He left that date feeling like he was friends with you, and maybe that wasn’t how he should feel after a date, but he was beaming. The hours with you at that hole in the wall bar didn’t feel like enough. 

He took that feeling and ran with it, and he hoped - he prayed - you’d follow him. 

October 5th, 2022

It’d been late nights for as long as Atsumu could remember. He’d come home and you’d already be in bed - if he was lucky, you’d wake up just long enough to tell him you love him. 

That night was different from the rest. 

That night, he would be coming home to - literally - an empty home. 

Finally, you and Atsumu had moved into the house of your dreams that was yours. But, for the time being, you were living out of boxes and waiting for furniture deliveries. 

He opened the door to a dark living room and an even darker hallway, and he didn’t bother turning any on lights to get to the kitchen. 

There was a shred of light there, coming from an old bulb above the stove. He looked around the empty room and what he found was out of place. 

There you were, sat on the floor. A chair was next to you, funnily enough, but it was taken by a round white cake. A handful of candles were stuck into the top. 

“What are you doing?” he asked, the same time you spoke. 

“There’s my birthday boy,” and your voice was all sleepy smiles. “Happy birthday. Happy anniversary.” 

He sat in front of you, right on the floor, not caring when his knees popped on the way down. 

“Did you stay up just to tell me that?” 

“What’s wrong with that?” 

You picked up the cake and presented it to him like you were proud of it, and the size of his grin matched yours. 

“How mad would you be if I just tipped this up,” and he tapped the bottom of the plate, “right into your face?” 

“Atsumu.” Every time you said his name like that, he laughed. “I would kill you.”

“On my birthday?” 

He watched you pout as you sat the cake down again. “Aren’t you going to say thank you?” 

“Thank you,” he said, like he was insisting. He wrapped his hands around your legs and scooted you closer to him. “Thank you, baby, this is so nice.” 

You hummed. “You’re welcome.” And you dipped your finger in the frosting on the cake, and Atsumu immediately caught your wrist when you moved it toward his face. 

“Don’t you dare.” 

You kept pushing, and he didn’t push back fast enough - your finger and the glob of frosting smushed right into his cheek. 

And you laughed loud enough to fill the empty rooms of your house, and Atsumu didn’t know how to tell you how in love he was. 

He had birthday cake for dinner that night, and it settled into a sugary stomach ache. It was the best October 5th he'd lived through so far.

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[lordarsonizzzzt]

Ask and you shall receive. Glass, Kondraki, Clef, Bright and Iceberg with an S/O who loves to cook and bake lots of stuff cuz that's their love language and they also like to pamper the doctors a lot

thank u very much

SCP STAFF WITH AN S/O THAT LOVES BAKING AND COOKING

CHARACTERS: SIMON GLASS, KONDRAKI, ALTO CLEF, JACK BRIGHT, JULIAN ICEBERG.

DR GLASS

✴︎ Simon comes tired from work a lot, his patients are all lost cases, Clef almost shot him 'by accident' and Bright bite him.

✴︎ Imagine how he feels when he comes home and sees you with an apron and the smell of a home-cooked meal hits him in the face.

✴︎ He will shower you in praises, hugs and kisses.

✴︎ I think his love language is physical affection and words of affirmation.

✴︎ You usually cook him his breakfast, he usually has lunch at work but sometimes you even pack him some food, then he comes back home and dinner is served!

✴︎ On weekends you bake him cakes, cupcakes or anything that is sweet, Glass has a huge sweeth tooth and you have to keep him from trying to eat the mix or frosting.

✴︎ He is really thankful by all you do for him and will take you on well planned dates or have day that are all about you.

✴︎ After all, you are his world.

DR KONDRAKI

✶ Man loves you so so much, like I always say, he needs that domesticity in his life.

✶ He would text you something like 'work s stressing me out today, are you free to talk a bit?'

✶ And you will be cooking him some goodies while you both are speaking thru the phone.

✶ When he comes back home and sees you cooked for him he is going to cry, will hug you and kiss all your face and lips and god I want a boyfriend.

✶ Really grateful, feels like he owns you.

✶ If you work at the foundation you will bring him lunch and you both will eat in his office, he won't stop complenting your cooking.

✶ You are the only reason he has a stable eating time, if you didn't cook for him he would live on take out and alcohol.

✶ His love language is acts of service and words of affirmation.

DR ALTO CLEF

✉︎ Do not cook when this man is around, he is going to mess with it, eat the mix, or eat the butter.

✉︎ Loves it when you bake, will buy all the things you need to make a cheescake and will look at you with puppy eyes.

✉︎ Make him lunch to take to work please he can't stand the fucking shit they sell over there it's the same food every day.

✉︎ He will always come home like 'WE ARE A PLACE THAT IS MORE POWERFUL THAN THE GOVERMENT, WE HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO MAKE ALL THIS FUCKING WEIRD ASS CELLS BUT THEY CAN'T AFFOARD SOMETHING THAT ISN'T SALAD OR SOUP? IM NOT ASKING FOR A BOUFFET JUST ADD SOME NOODLES IN THERE IDK"

✉︎ So yeah just so he shuts up make him something.

✉︎ WILL BRAG in work about his s/o that, and i quote, "HAS SOME BUDTASTES AND UNDERSTANDS MY PAIN BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK 05 COUNCIL SOUP IS THE BEST YOU CAN DO???"

✉︎ He is so mad about soup.

✉︎ Please please please teach him to bake (he just wants to spend time with you, will actually not learn anything and is going to mess everything up)

✉︎ His love language is gifts, he will bring you about anything that makes him think about you.

✉︎ "I found this weirdass chef plushie and I said 'my sweet crab babe is a chef to!' so i bought it."

✉︎ He calls you the weirdest nicknames known to man.

✉︎ I love writting about Clef I can make it so angsty or so fluffy.

DR BRIGHT

⚠︎ This man. He's tired, he is depressed, so when he comes home and finds out you made food for him? He just breaks, everytime.

⚠︎ He will be eating and out of nowhere will look at you, smile and start crying.

⚠︎ Has a sweet tooth too, if you bake him cupcakes he is going to melt on the spot.

⚠︎ Your food makes him feels good, like a wave of happiness just washed over him.

⚠︎ He once was looking something in his backpack and found you left him a box with a lot of cookies and he had to fight the tears.

⚠︎ Really, this guy does a lot and barely gets any recognition, his parents are shitty, his brothers are all trash expect TJ, who he wants to take out of this filthy place, so you coming in and just caring for him is so,,, so weird and makes him sad, because when you are gone, who will be there for him?

⚠︎ He'll have days when he doesn't want to see you, will lock himself in the bathroom and cry for hours. He wants you to hate him, to never want to see him again and just stop caring for him. (im not reflecting no)

⚠︎ Other days he'll just be so clingy, he's glad you are by his side and are willing to help him with his shitty life.

⚠︎ He will sneak you in the foundation so you can meet TJ, he's going to watch you two interact and will have a small smile in his face.

⚠︎ His love language is acts of service and physical affection.

⚠︎ He will do anything you need. Want him to go do grocery shopping? Done, want him to fix something that broke in the house? Done, want him to just carry you around because you are royalty? DONE.

⚠︎ Please be pacient with him, he fears death more than anything but not upon him, but upon his loved ones.

DR ICEBERG

❆ You were a one night stand at first, he still worked at the military when you two got together.

❆ He woke up and didn't find you next to him so he just assumed you went home, then the smell of bacon and coffee hit his nose and he found you there, in the kitchen making breakfast for both of you.

❆ Even before he started working at the foundation he was a little bit of an asshole, but never to you, he was warm with you.

❆ You would be making dinner and he would come up from behind and hug you, you would be too surprised because he was gone for months on some mission.

❆ Now he was cold, but never to you. He may not be too physical now but he still smiles and jokes, he has a really crude sense of humor now and he always looked ready to snap. But to you? he was still Julian, the guy that always wore combat boots even on summer.

❆ You will always bake him cookies, croissant, even a whole ass cake for him to take to work. 'You better share' you will say, he would remember that a little too late.

❆ His love language is physical affection, gifts and acts of service.

❆ Loves telling you everything that goes on on the foundation (the things he founds funny at least)

❆ You know that some guy got blown away because he threw a molotov at them and he survived, this other guy with the weird amullet got shot several times because he stole the cinnammon rolls from the 3 eyed blondie, you honestly think he does drugs sometimes.

[swampgallows]

sowwy being petty

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tried making that dunkaroo dip tonight because my sister brought over animal crackers and it sounded good. it turned out great! and i got to use some of my fun sprinkles for it. my mom came in and had a little, then said "ive been craving birthday cake because i didnt get one on my birthday." then immediately launched into a several minute long apology (as always) because "it sounds like i'm complaining but i'm not, everything i say comes out wrong"—which, unfortunately, tends to be the case. my mom has a tendency to phrase things in an absurdly negative manner, probably because she is the negative self-talk champion. she DID get a birthday cake, but it was a costco cheesecake rather than a traditional buttercream frosting vanilla 'birthday" cake. because that was what she asked for in lieu of a traditional cake. so, perhaps the better verbiage would have been to say "i've been craving birthday cake, probably because i wanted to get cheesecake instead on my birthday." she then left, whipping herself for her imagined transgression the entire way back to her room.

anyway, so i thought, i know, i'll surprise my mom with a birthday cake. i've already made all of this frosting (the dunkaroo dip was pretty much just cream cheese frosting: butter, cream cheese, and powdered sugar w a lil vanilla), and we have cake mix, it'll be easy and maybe make her happy. so im looking around the kitchen for a pair of springform pans and i find this vintage cast iron pan of animal shapes, perfect for making animal cookie sandwiches. it even has a recipe on the box. i heave it out of its battered box and set it aside, intent on using the dunkaroo dip for filling and surprising my mom in the morning with these adorable cookie sandwiches. my sister and i were playing a few more days on stardew valley, so the plan was she'd go to bed, and i knew id be up all night (it's 6am and i am still awake) so i'd bake then. it's gonna be 100F today, way too hot to use the oven, and besides then both she and my dad can wake up to a fresh cake on a sunday morning to enjoy with coffee.

but at 2am, right as my sister is heading to bed, my mom trundles out again. i quickly try to hide the tray so i dont ruin the surprise, but she spotted it anyway. she then made a comment about how i apparently HAVE seen this tray before (i have no memory of this) and said "you wanted it!", implying that she'd purchased it at my request. i ask her for clarification of when i'd said that, and she starts at the very beginning of its history, saying "I bought this before your father and i were even married, maybe 40 years ago"—i try to stop her, asking how i could have possibly asked for this tray before they were even married, let alone that i hadn't been born, but she presses on—"I guess i had this stupid idea in my head that I was going to be a good mother and bake cookies for my kids once i had them, but obviously i never did, so i failed at that too".

she eventually tells me that i apparently asked her "within the last six months" for this tray (for some fantasy day when i ~move out~ i guess?), but i have zero memory of this. then again shit all has been worth remembering in the last [mumble] years so what the fuck ever. regardless, with the surprise reveal of the "jumbo" animal cracker cookies ruined, i simply rinsed the decades-abandoned cast iron tray, dabbed the excess water, and set it out to finish drying in the steadily increasing warmth of the ambient air.

i still have the dip so i could try again another night but. well, the love has been sucked out of it. all the animal shapes will do is remind her of what a shitty mother she says she is. and if i say i wanted to do it the night before, then she'll flog herself even more for ruining the surprise. i don't really have a point, i guess. just airing my grievances somewhere about how trying to do something nice always ends up with me somehow hurting my mom no matter what i do

[the-ghost-of-bit-the-hand1987]

hai and welcome :0]

my name is: Rex / Quill

i use these pronounz: it/it/its & byte/byte/bytes

im a justa fat boy-girl-animal-thing trying to live in tha world. idk what to tell you. i personally am not a fan of large amounts of (unhelpful) anger and hatred. peace and love on planet earth, okay? 💛

i'll gladly reblog donation/fundraiser/etc. posts, always feel free to ask. very sorry if i dont respond verbally- i promise i see your request and im not ignoring you!

i am very shy and paranoid all the time so please be niceys. okay thank you. i love you

important info & my tags are below this read more!

- 😁 please just be thoughtful and considerate with the things you say and do, even when its regarding shitty people. im so tired. 😁

- I think everyone deserves slack and grace- as you never fully, truly know someones life. I think it is a good idea to grant others the benefit of the doubt and assume no malicious intent, until proven otherwise. I think it is important to be kind, considerate, and understanding. People tend to be foolish, and if you (have the energy to) lend others grace in those foolish moments, then I think you will surely help make the world a more pleasant place.

- if we are mutuals it would make me super duper happy if you would tag sugary foods, as they make me sick just to look at or think about! just a "#sweets" works! if you dont wanna thats okay though, but thank you so muach if you do!! :0] (cupcakes, cakes, cookies, anything with icing or frosting, chocolate, or marshmallows on/in it)

- i try to tag posts for when they use gifs, depictions of death/blood/gore, or ableist language- but i usually refrain from doing so when they are on a donation post or something similar, as to not hinder the reach of the post. If you frequently reblog posts with/use ableist terms like "moron" or "stupid", or frequently make assumptions about peoples experiences/intentions/abilities then I am likely to unfollow/block you. I am not a fan of any generalizations, especially not ableist ones 😁👍

- i personally believe that gender is next to pointless, and hope one day that it will be treated as such. the only real thing about gender is the awful way it affects people. genders arent actually definable, theyre entirely made-up. "masculine" and "feminine" are not real things and do not ever use those words around me or i will have to send 14 locked and loaded chickens to your location.

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#hashtag awesome - (usually) for cool art

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[stesierra]

I want to share a story with you. It's about cake but it's also about writing. Specifically, that IT'S OKAY TO WRITE BADLY. Actually, it's not just okay. It's essential. It's how you learn.

So. My husband's birthday was coming up. The big four-zero. And I had no money because I spent it all on baby things. So I decided to make him a cake. I had very little experience making cakes and no experience decorating them. I decided I needed to make practice cakes. As many as necessary to get good enough to make the cake of my dreams.

Here's cake one. It's a box mix with homemade frosting.

Oh no. It's weird looking and the raspberries keep falling off. It's asymmetrical. The fresh raspberries in the frosting made it spread weird. And the layers aren't level.

Here's cake two.

Oh no. The swirls on the side look like poop. The decorations are wonky. I have clearly never seen a cake before.

Here's cake three.

Oh my God. How am I getting worse?

Here's cake four.

It looks a little better maybe? Until the moisture in the strawberries causes the dye in the sprinkles to run and stain the frosting an awful glop color.

I tried practicing piping without a cake. It didn't go well. I hadn't used enough powdered sugar.

But eventually, my husband's birthday came. And I spent eight hours on the cake. My masterpiece. I decided to make it four layers. Go big or go home.

And I did it.

He loved it. Twitter loved it. I went viral for my cake (which is not recommended. People are weird as fuck.)

A few weeks later, I decided to make a cake for my son's birth. I made a topper for the first time. It was cracked and lumpy but it made me happy. Here's the cake and here's the baby.

So how does this relate to writing? I've written a lot of books. I've written a lot of VERY BAD books. Four books that will NEVER be published because they frankly were terrible. A fifth that will NEVER be published because it wasn't really my story to tell.

I kept writing. I'm pretty good now. I'm at the point where I'm proud of my writing. I'm at the point where I might try to publish. And it's all because I didn't give up. Just like I didn't give up making cakes.

And do you know what? Those shitty cakes were delicious. My shitty books? Parts of them were delicious too. And if you think your writing is shitty, I bet parts of it are good and someone would be happy to read it. And if you keep writing, you'll get better. Even if it seems to get worse first.

[roosterbox]

Fic Rec Friday 12/15/23

Title: mismatched candles

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Wayne Munson, Eddie Munson & Wayne Munson

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Wayne Munson

Additional Tags: Birthday, Child Neglect, Character Study, (??? kind of???), Mild Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, Fluff, Sweet, POV Alternating, POV Steve Harrington, POV Eddie Munson, POV Wayne Munson

Summary: Steve is wearing Eddie’s clothes, and his hair is so messy he barely looks like a Harrington at all. But when Wayne looks at him, he can see his parents. Catherine’s eyes and nose. Richard’s mouth. Catherine’s hair. But then Steve freezes, eyes finding the cake as Wayne finishes with the candles, and they widen, shining as he stares at the flickering flames and white frosting and colorful sprinkles, and his parents are nowhere to be found.

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Happy belated birthday to me! And to Steve! In this fic, at least.

The first bit is really front-loaded with misery. Steve’s parents suuuuuuck. This is not an uncommon trope to find in Steddie fics, but I appreciate any attempt to make their terribleness more interesting. In this, they’re mainly just kind of neglectful and oblivious. Which can result in its own kind of unique pain. And of course, Steve is precious as he always is.

The Munsons are my favorite part of this. Eddie being his usual self, helpful and understanding, taking Steve in when he needs it, even though at that point they’re not together. Maybe not even really friends. But he can’t not help a lost soul in need. Whether they need to vent, or some of his wares. And Wayne. Wayne Wayne Wayne. Truly a saint among men. Wayne might consistently be the best part of any fic he’s involved in, lol. I’m so glad the fandom has not only latched onto this minor character who was only in, what, three scenes? Four? Maybe? Latched on, and collectively decided that he is the Actual Fucking Best. And he’s especially sweet in this.

Everything about this - Steve’s shitty birthday party, his introspection and pain, his venting to Eddie - it all builds to the scene with the cake. No spoilers, but man. My heart. It hurts so good. It’s lovely and beautiful and everything Steve deserves. And you just know that, from this moment on, he’ll never have to feel so low on his birthday ever again. Not while Eddie and Wayne are around.

Don’t forget the tissues!

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Next Week: Ordinarily I don’t like to have fics with the same pairing so close together, and I just recommended a Cherik fic last week, but… this is one of my favorite Christmas fics ever. Of all time. It makes me laugh to the point of tears, lol. It’s the perfect reason for the season. Holiday lights sure can be serious business sometimes!

Until we meet again!

[thewritingginger]

Spending your Birthday w/ Mikey

20 years ago on the blessed day of November 25th, my best friend and little sister from a different mister @reddidh​ was born! 🌟💖🎉🎂🌟

So for her birthday I decided to last minutely —while majorly sleep deprived— write a shitty fluffy one shot that she did not ask for 🥰

✨Happy Birthday, Bestie! ✨

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Pairing: Manjiro “Mikey” Sano x Fem! Reader Word count: 700+ words Warnings: Fluff, Cheesy, Pretty GN! (Other than use of “girlfriend”)

Enjoy ~

Today is your birthday and you woke up to a good morning text from your boyfriend —Mikey.

“Good morning, Y/n! Text me when you wake up so I can come pick you up. No asking questions. 🖤”

Doing as he asked you woke up and shot him a message saying you’re ready, your tummy fluttering with excitement to see your favorite person and what he has in store.

Opening the door to your place you are met with your boyfriend and his bright smile. “Happy Birthday.” He says, pulling you in for a kiss after stepping into your home.

“So… am I dressed appropriately for where you’re taking me?” You asked, referencing your simple outfit of leggings, a thick sweater and sneakers.

“It’s perfect.” And off you went.

Sitting on the back of his bike with your arms wrapped tightly around his waist you soon realize he is heading to his apartment.

“Cover your eyes.” He says, as you reach his door. Giggling at his request, you follow through anyway —he did say no asking questions. After unlocking the door he puts his hands on your shoulders, leading you into the all too familiar space that wraps you in warmth and the cozy smell of Mikey’s home. Once the door clocks shut, Mikey releases your shoulders to stand aside.

“Open.” Is all he said and when you uncover your eyes you somehow manage to fall more for the man smiling beside you.

The living area is just as it always is but with a cute pink and white ‘Happy Birthday’ banner hanging across the window on the far wall. The kitchen table has a cake -you can tell he did it himself with the messy frosting and scribbled message on top- and an array of all your favorite snacks and drinks. And the piece de resistance is the seating area. His couch is made to be almost a makeshift bed, covered in cozy blankets and pillows —perfect to lounge all day and night on comfortably.

It’s more than you could’ve asked for on your birthday.

“Mikey, you didn’t have to do all this.”

“Yes, I did. You’re my girlfriend, you deserve to have a special birthday and besides I know you don’t like anything too fancy so I figured we’d both enjoy a night in with snacks and movies —your pick, of course.”

After taking everything in, you turn to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“You’re the cutest, you know that?”

“I guess this means you like it?”

“I love it.”

“Good. You go pick out our first movie and I’ll get our snacks.”

“Deal.”

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From the moment the two of you got settled on the couch till it was dark, neither of you had left the couch for anything other than snacks and beverages and to answer the door for the food you ordered for dinner. Cuddled up in the corner of the couch with Mikey’s head in your lap allowing you to mindlessly play with his hair and takeout boxes on the coffee table before you, you look down in your lap with a smile.

“Thank you.” You say as the credits roll. Turning his head, Mikey looks up at you, your hand threaded through his locks.

“For what?” He asks with a yawn and a stretch.

“For everything. I got to spend my birthday with my boyfriend and did nothing but watched movies, surrounded by good food —it’s more than I could’ve asked for.”

“I think I should be thanking you.” You raise a questioning brow at him. “I’m serious. Yes, it’s your birthday but all of this was really my selfish excuse to steal you for the whole day.”

“If that’s the case, you should be selfish more often.” 

“Really?” You let out an excited squeal when you’re quickly pulled onto Mikey’s lap. “Be careful of what you wish for, Baby. I might never let you leave.” He smiles up at you, his hands resting on your hips and yours on his shoulders. “I think I could live with that.” You tease and are cut off by his lips tickling you as he peppers kisses across your neck and cheeks. Before connecting his lips to yours he cradles your face in his hands like a precious gem and says warmly,

“Happy Birthday, Y/n.”

This was ✨garbage✨ but kinda cute . . . Right?!? Hope you liked reading this and I hope my bestie did too.

Feedback & Interaction is always appreicated :3

💛 ~

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No Good Day

In honor of my favorite Commander's birthday coinciding with not just mine, but my bestie @mallaidhsomo's birthday, I decided a mash-up was overdue.

So, happy birthday Molly, and happy birthday Commander of my heart! Here's a little snippet of our chaotic Shepard's if they had been earth born twins in another universe. <3

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Emery fisted her hand in the hem of her dirty tank top and stretched it to his nose. “Here.”

He smacked her hand away and wiped his arm across his face, smearing blood all the way to his elbow, and shot her a glare she rarely ever saw directed at her. 

“This woudna happened if you’d left well enough alone,” he said angrily.

Guilt clenched through her belly, but a dark dribble sped past his lips, so she tried again to hold her shirt hem to his bleeding nose.

Eric sighed, but he didn’t yank away from her this time. “Why’d you go and do that anyway? You know what messing with Lark means.”

Her tears welled, hot and angry immediately. “Because he’s an asshole,” she spat.

He fixed her with a look, despite his swollen eye that was already purpling. “I should’ve just let him hit you.”

His mumbled words hung visibly in the cold air, and somehow she felt like she’d gotten that punch anyway.

The rain was the only sound between them, loudly pinging off the metallic awning of the stoop they were huddled in.

He was soaked to the bone, his baggy clothes sticking to him and black street grime went all the way up his thin legs. He looked so small and miserable, and she probably looked exactly the same.

This was not how she’d been thinking this would go at all. The entire day had been a fat mess.

Just like her.

She opened her mouth, but a Lonestar shuttle blasted by somewhere close, its siren and thrusters seeming to rob her of the right words as they drowned out even the pounding storm.

Rain was pouring down her face in thick streams, and plastering her ponytail uncomfortably to her neck - and that suited her just fine, she could let the tears go and he wouldn’t even know.

“He took my money,” she grumbled, then turned away from him to blindly watch the tourists shuffling by the dim alleyway.

“What?!” Eric exclaimed. “God, Em, I got socked because he took a measly coupla cen—”

“No! He took 10 whole credits from me!” she cried. “And they were mine! I spent all day helping Mrs. Lee clean that shitty little shack to get that!”

He blinked up at her, but before he could continue she put her foot on her sopping windbreaker and yanked it to them, then bent awkwardly to scoop it up off the toe of her boot while keeping her shirt firmly under her brother’s nose.

Emery shoved the jacket into his lap. “Here. It’s for you.”

He sucked in a shuddering breath around her wet shirt and gently unwrapped her present.

“Oh…Em…” he trailed off.

“It wasn’t a waste,” she vomited the words at him, knowing his likely protests and trying to head them off. “It's not replicated - I went all the way up to Greenwich for it.”

He held up the clear plastic container to the flickering stoop light to get a better look at the dark piece of chocolate cake inside of it.

“Why?”

Emery shuffled her feet. “Well, it's our birthday right? You said it was probably sometime in February.”

Shadows of emotions passed across his face, but with his fat eye she couldn’t tell if they were good or bad.

The container crinkled and popped in his grip.

So, she hurriedly continued. “And you’re a teenager now. That seemed….” she trailed off.

Eric tugged on her arm until she sat next to him, then he popped open the lid of the cake and eagerly shoved a goey piece into his mouth.

“Mmm,” he hummed, then held the container out under her chin and impatiently shook it. “You’re 13 now too, you know.”

Emery’s stomach growled loudly as she stuck her fingers into the frosting. It was every bit as soft and perfect as it looked in the glass case, but nothing prepared her for the absolutely overwhelming creamy sweetness of real.

So she savored that bite, curled shivering into her brother’s side while blood dried on his face.

“Worf it?” she asked with her mouth full.

Eric nodded and swallowed another bite. “Yeah. I’m sorry I said that — I’m glad I didn’t let him hit you, Em.”

She snorted. “Because I'm the most thoughtful sister ever?”

He stuffed another piece in his mouth and talked around it. “No, becuf I still look goof even wif a black eye — you’f look like a vorcha.”

Emery punched him in the arm, and they both dissolved into laughter muffled by chocolate cake.