#the one of him in the tiara 🥺🥺💝💝

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found even more pictures of lou…

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More Birthdays Means Longer Life

Pairings: !roommate Frank Castle x f. reader; !roommate Peter Parker x f. reader; !roommate Matt Murdock x f. reader (all platonic for now)

Genre: fluff and [sorta] crack

Warnings: your boss is a Brad 🤮, your roommates are big instigators, vandalism w/ toilet paper

Summary: Your roommates help turn your birthday around for better.

Word Count: 1k

Beta Read: N/A

Notes: Y'all it's @crazycookiecrumbles birthday 💝🥳 you better say happy birthday or you won't pass the vibe check from Peter, Matt, or Frank. Anyways, I love you bb and I hope you are having an awesome day 😘💕 This is my first stab at writing for any of these characters so be gentle with me pweeze 🥺 Although no 18+ warnings are present, my blog is still 18+ so PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE NOT 18+! Otherwise you will be blocked! Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

Your birthday has finally arrived and you were so excited to celebrate it with your best friends, who were also your roommates. They had planned to take you to the city for the whole day. All that changed when your boss called.

You could already feel the blood boiling when the name Brad Livingston showed up on your phone screen. That man was a total Brad, and the fact that he had the audacity to call you when you specifically requested today off was your last straw with him. 

“Hey, there!” His icky voice greeted. “I know, I know. It’s your birthday and you called off already. But here’s the thing, Jerry had to call off last minute-“

“Are you out of your mind, Brad? I am tired of your inconsiderate behavior toward me. You always bend your back for Jerry, yet when I ask for one god damn day off, you treat me like I’m scum.”

You were so heated that you didn’t hear your roommates creak your bedroom door slightly. Matt’s hand on the doorknob came to a halt when he heard your yelling from the other side of the room.

Peter and Frank stood behind Matt holding your birthday cake and plastic princess tiara respectively. Their faces dropped in shock as you cussed out your Brad of a boss.

“You know what? You can eat my shit because I quit! Fuck you Brad and fuck Jerry too!” You hung up without allowing Brad to cover his ass. Grabbing the stuffed teddy bear that the boys won you at a fair, you shoved your face into its belly, screaming more profanities.

While your face was buried in the plush, your roommates entered your room quietly before shouting “Happy Birthday!” 

The teddy bear fell to the floor as you jumped in surprise. “Oh, you guys! I don’t know what to say.”

Peter began, “I can think of two words you could say-“

Frank smacked Peter’s chest. “Dude, lay off her. She just quit her job.”

“Yeah, finally,” Matt added.

Your face warmed up in embarrassment. “Shit, I’m sorry y’all had to hear that.”

Frank interrupted you, “Don’t be! It was badass that you stood your ground like that.” The other boys nodded and chimed in with their dislike towards your boss. You sighed happily, knowing that they would always support you no matter what.

“You know what would be pretty funny?” Peter had a menacing glint in his eyes and you were already worried about what he was gonna suggest. “Why don’t we TP this Brad guy. Give him a taste of his medicine, you know?”

“Pete, that’s ridiculous! We’re all adults here so let’s be mature about this. Besides, I’ll get over it, eventually.” You stared at Frank and Matt, in hopes they would take your side on this. When the men stayed silent, you knew you would be in for it.

The other guys express how down they are and they instigate you to TP Brad’s house. You agree as long as they still take you to the city like they promised.

After spending the day in the city, you headed back through the subway. The boys carried rolls of toilet paper in their hands while you wore your plastic tiara and a pink sash that labeled “Birthday Princess” across it. A few older folks wished you happy birthday while heading to your destination, in which you gave them a kind smile in return. 

When you reached your spot, you and your roommates walked another mile to where Brad lived. Hiding behind a tree, you unwrapped the rolls of toilet paper, preparing for your ultimate revenge. One by one, you tossed the toilet paper rolls towards the roof of his house, watching the tail fly across the sky before landing. You laughed hysterically as the boys joined you in chucking the rolls at your boss’s house. 

You were just about finished until there was one roll left. On that roll, you wrote, “Get bent Brad” in bold letters before aggressively throwing it. You threw it so hard, it caused the roll to make a thud against the wall. A light went on in the house and you heard movement inside.

The four of you made a run for it, disappearing into the night as your old boss peeked out the front door. He grabbed the toilet paper roll, grunting into the void when he read your message. 

You arrived back at your apartment, collapsing around the living room. The room filled with laughter and panting, tears falling from your eyes from how hard you laughed.

“So how’s that for a birthday?” Matt asked, laying his head on your shoulder. 

“Probably the best one I’ve ever had, thanks to y’all.” Your roommates smiled at you, proud that they have successfully made your birthday better than it started.

“Oh, wait! How could we forget?” Frank ran into the kitchen to fetch the cake he made alongside Matt and Peter. Setting the cake in front of you on the coffee table, you busted into more laughter at the message.

“It is scientifically proven that people who have more birthdays live longer,” you read aloud.

“It was my idea to put that on the cake by the way,” Peter chirped.

You snickered, shaking your head. “What would I do without my science nerd?” Peter bit his lip bashfully.

Matt clapped his hands together. “Alright, enough of that, let’s sing-“

“Actually, let’s not do that. I feel awkward sitting there, being surrounded by you guys singing. Also, no offense but y’all are horrible singers.”

The rest of the night consisted of you eating the cake, drinking beers, and playing a random movie in the background. You were the first to fall asleep, your upper body across Matt and Frank’s laps and your legs draped over Peter’s lap. Peter grabbed a blanket from behind the couch, covering your body in it. Matt removed the tiara on your head while Frank unfastened the pin that held the sash together. The boys didn’t dare to move from their positions on the couch, even if it meant falling asleep with you. 

They would never say it out loud, but your roommates loved you. However, you didn’t need to hear them say it. They had different ways of showing it, and that was enough for you.