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santa claus and his treats | satoru gojo x f!reader pt.1 of christmas event! wc: 3.4k oops i went overboard | cw: petnames, literally j pure fluff ur both STUPID in love, he’s the cutest! happy birthday pretty boy 🧸

"'toru?" you called, voice filling the dimly lit room as you peeked your head in through the door. the curtains were drawn, the iridescent green tinsel dotted with soft yellow lights framing the doorway of your bedroom scratching your neck as you spotted the white-haired boy sitting on your shared bed, picking at something on his lower lip.

you took a moment to drink in the sight— his soft white hair that fell over dazzling sky-blue eyes, the color of the lake dotted with fragile crystalline snowflakes that melted into fresh spring streams that fed nature with new growth and fresh flower buds, a tangible warmth when his gaze fell on you and an easy smile stretched across his pink lips. a little too easy, you think. easy enough for you to miss the way he swipes a coffee brown crumb from his cheek; the smile has too much sugar and cream for you to buy it.

your eyes slowly drift from his charming grin to the rest of the room. there's a forest green tuft of leaves hanging from the ceiling on a thin golden string; you recognize the crimson red berries and waxed leaves with spots of pearl dotting as a bunch of mistletoe, hanging right over the mattress. clearly, he thought ahead.

you snuff the flush from your cheeks as he perks up at the sight of you, straightening his back. "hey, baby! you must be my present from santa this year," he laughs, holding his arms out, an invitation for you to crawl into his arms and curl up on his lap like two warm cats by the fireplace. you almost gave in— until you remembered why you were looking for him.

"you're getting coal this time, satoru." you said, huffing as you walked over to the mattress and put your hands on your hips, attempting to come off as intimidating in front of your boyfriend as you leaned over and stared down at him. he just giggled that sweet, boyish laughter of his, scooting closer and capturing you between two strong arms to tug you onto the bed with him. the sheets were soft, and they smelled like him as he pulled you onto his lap and cuddled you like a life-sized plushie, all warmth and soft comfort that he craved so much.

"aww, really? but it's my birthday today," he sighed loudly, shaking his head as he firmly planted his hands on either side of your head to prevent you from worming away and planting a loud smooch on the top of your hair, before laughing as you pulled away from his grasp and gave him a glare. “besides, you’re anything but a bad gift.” he smiles.

“don’t sweet talk me, ‘toru. you’ve been naughty this year.” he wiggles his eyebrows at that, and you shoot him a sharp glare which just earns you a light scoff, but there’s a smile mirrored on both of your lips.

(maybe they’ve met so many times in the past that they know how to copy the other flawlessly.)

"but you're already here, my love. lookin' all pretty like the angel on top of our tree." he hums, crossing his legs and holding his ankles as he rocks back and forth; the teddy bear he won you from the arcade on your first date is face planted into the pillows by his side, donning a festive red santa hat. the white fluffy pom pom looks like satoru's hair, and you stifle a laugh at the thought.

"how kind of you, satoru." and you mean it— he looks like his own christmas angel; snowy hair and pretty blue eyes clad in a loose black tee with cheap printed red and green christmas lights over his chest. he looks unfairly attractive with those gray sweatpants on, too. you wouldn't mind wrapping him up in yellow ribbon and presenting him to your parents this year as your holiday present from santa, and then having your own fun with him later. you suppose you must've been perfectly good to land him; so pretty and fun, bubbling laughter that speaks of his care in volumes. and he’s their soon-to-be son-in-law, after all. and he’s a golden catch.

but it’s time for this white betta to be put in his place; he’s gone snooping where he shouldn’t have— or rather, scavenging would be the more appropriate choice. and he’s about to be skinned for entering the lion(fish)'s den. your matching red-green plaid pajama pants won't save him this time.

"sorry, baby, but you can't talk yourself out of this one." you said firmly, scooting closer to him as you sat back on your knees and gave him a look as pointed and narrow as the icicles melting on the frosted awnings. to anyone else, you might look like a wet, angry cat— but to satoru, it was enough to strike fear straight into the center of his heart. his fight-or-flight response kicked in (it only ever did with you)— and it was as if you could see the change in his demeanor. his eyes voluntarily softened, lids drooping as a lazy smile drifted over his lips like fluffy white clouds over a pale sun on a winter's morning.

"aww, don't be like that. my princess looks so much prettier when she's happy," he coos, all milk and honey as he reaches out and catches your wrist, rubbing his thumb over your pulse beating beneath your soft skin as he brings it to his lips and kisses your knuckles. so he chooses to fight, and you almost fold— almost.

you twist your arm in his grasp, eliciting a whiny yelp of pain; getting him to let go of you as you quickly flick his forehead. even so, he lets you-- he never turns infinity on around you, even at the price of his own sanctity.

you sighed when he gave you a dramatic pout, sticking out his bottom lip as he hung his head low in defeat like a golden retriever being scolded by his owner, soft hair falling over his pretty blues. his hands come up to cradle his head, rubbing the spot where you'd knicked him. "don't play around, satoru. where are the cookies i baked last night?" you asked, reflecting his frown with a pointed glare. if looks could cut, he'd be a red christmas on the cloudlike sheets. you were tired of beating around the bush, especially when satoru had a knack for making it utterly exhausting. nevertheless, it went on.

"maybe santa came early," he quipped, giggling at his own joke. "you never know, huh? he's an unpredictable old geezer. likes his milk and cookies, or so i heard."

"didn't know santa claus had the six eyes." you deadpanned, crossing your arms over your chest and looking him square in the eyes. "and he shaved his beard off, apparently." he feigns hurt, holding a hand over his heart in mock anguish.

"i'm no thief! it hurts me to know you think of me so low, sweetheart." he sighs dramatically, shaking his head. outside, the snowy wind howls in agreement. "besides, it's my birthday. you're suffocating the spirit, honey." he drawls.

you just roll your eyes at that, crossing your arms and shifting to sit closer to him. you will your irritated expression to soften, and it's reflected in the way satoru immediately relaxes, shoulders sagging as the anxious look in his eyes vanishes like the wilting ghost of fall on a christmas eve, leaving behind the scent of bluebells and frost on the wind. he thinks you've forgiven him.

that's just what you need. for him to let his guard down so you can spring the trap on him. santa may be able to get away with his yearly trespassing, but satoru's entered the property of more than your heart this time, and it's time for his holiday retribution.

"give me your hand, satoru." you said softly, voice barely a breath above a whisper. he obliges almost immediately, scooting closer on the bed so that his knees graze against yours, and you hear him suck in a little breath at the contact as your hand finds his.

you take his palm in your own; his hands are considerably bigger than yours, but you still manage to run a thumb over the ridges of his knuckles, gently massaging the soft skin over weary bones. a sweet little noise leaves his breathless lips; it's almost like a purr, and when you glance up at him he's almost as red as the glittering velvet bulbs dangling from the primmed branches of your christmas tree. he looks away, a subtle pout weighing down on his lips as he coughs loudly, as if the amber sap of a pine tree has caught in his throat, scratchy like tree bark.

"what are you doing?" he whispers, voice rough and hoarse, like someone took a fireplace stoker and poked his throat. almost a protest.

but you can feel him melting into you, and soon enough, he’s sandwiched you between his warmth and the fluffy blankets, the scent of apples and cinnamon weaved between the strands of his soft white hair as they tickle your flushed skin. his lips are soft and pliant and warm against your own; he's all over you, hands finding your wrists to trace tender, wobbly circles over your thrumming pulse with his thumb. he's robbing your lungs of air, needy in the way he cages you between his lanky limbs, lock and key with his free hand threading through your hair. he can never get enough of you, and he throws his inhibitions to the frostbitten wind if they mean learning to resist you.

it's spread around you like ripples on the surface of a misty lake, and when he draws away to stare down at you, eyes blown wide with a certain shine in his eye that reminds you of glowing embers, jumping from the lively blossom of fire on the grated dark metal of a hearth, there's a cheeky lopsided grin on his glossy lips. his fingers are slender, pale and callused, a gentle flushed at the tips.

"there was a mistletoe," he says breathlessly, as if that'll excuse him. as if he needs an excuse to kiss you. you just laugh, reaching up to trace his jaw with a finger, and he shudders despite the heater inside your room. the bunch of green leaves and red berries hanging above you sways in agreement.

but you can't focus on the dreamy look on his face; that lazy smile that dances over his lips and illuminates his features like twinkling christmas lights catching on each edge of a carefully cut snowflake, the sky's jewels. every time he looks at you as if you've crafted each intricacy of his world; patched the colors together and taught the light to reflect, you feel as though there are bubbles in your throat, and you have to cough them away when they're accompanied by a familiar rush of heat to your face.

it's all overpowered. strongly, by the rich taste of cinnamon. rich, sweet, distinctly festive, mixed with brown sugar and cookie batter; flour on the matching aprons satoru bought for the two of you, except the 'he' on 'he cooks' has been messily crossed out and replaced with a scribble that says 'she', and vice versa. it's on his tongue, his lips, the little dips on the corner of his mouth that makes him look like a kitten every time he grins. it tastes like wearing matching christmas sweaters, sampling sweet treats fresh out of the oven and laughing cheerily in your little cozy kitchen of warmth when he burns his tongue, a sour look on his face that wrinkles his nosebridge.

but, most importantly, it tastes like condemnation.

you sit up, briefly (and painfully) knocking foreheads with him when he's too slow to mirror your actions, but the complaint that's ready to stain the air like chimney soot dies on his tongue when he sees the look on your face. you look the same as you did the first time you found out he'd forgotten to pick up megumi and tsumiki from school. in other words, pissed.

"hey, pretty girl. you should smile; you look less like an ogre when you do—" he hastily starts, laughing nervously as he runs his hands through his messy hair. you've noticed that whenever you neglect to toy with the silky soft strands when you're tangled with him, whether it be kissing, cuddling, or... something else, he'll do it afterward as if to emulate the feeling of your fingers in his hair, even if it 'screws it up'. apparently, his skyscraper ego is too fragile to ask for headscratches.

"just a minute, satoru." you cut him off through gritted teeth, lips that should be stretched in a wide smile pressed together in frustration. your eyes narrow as you straighten up, sitting back on your ankles. "you ate them, didn't you?" your fingers dig into his skin, pinching his cheek. if his skin wasn't already stained crimson with boyish excitement, it would be an angry red now. you give killer pinches; he knows firsthand.

which is why he should've thought ahead and listened to the angel on his shoulder when you were knocked out earlier, curled up in a fluffy blanket on the couch, snoozing away. what was he to do? the cookies you'd made were calling his name. and it was for his birthday, and they were made for him. so why couldn't he indulge?

this was why.

and you know you've pinned him with your accusation like a throwing dart on a cork board; the way his gaze bounces around the room and his smile turns a hint sheepish and a handful guilty speaks volumes enough before he can even protest. but he can feel your wrath like an entire mine's worth of coal in his stockings, so he quickly throws his hands up, shimmying away from your angry pinch. the sheets bunch beneath him.

"listen, sweets, i just thought that— well, i'm sorry, baby, they just looked so good. and i only ate a few! i swear." satoru says solemnly, getting on his knees and throwing himself before you. he knows you're unamused— sitting there, crosslegged, looking down at him as if he's some chewed up gum you found on the bottom of your shoe. he might as well be. blueberry flavored, maybe? or mint, he's fine with that too—

"so you did." you just sigh, flicking his hunched shoulders, before you go soft again, and he sees pink. you reach forward, fingers creeping beneath his chin to tilt his face up. his skin is soft and warm beneath your skin, thrumming with a life and heat the poor overworked radiator in your room could never measure up to. and when he does look up, his starstruck gaze meets your own; you look ethereal in the warm light, and he wonders why he hasn't put a ring on your finger or started a family with you yet. maybe that can be the last gift to top off the cake of your overflowing knitted stocking, hanging from the kitchen counter; a mahogany box with golden hinges who's shine pales in comparison to the diamond ring in the center of the velvet.

he tucks the idea into his mental notes and grins, a cheeky flash of teeth. "so you forgive me, right?"

wrong. he should know better than to push his luck. especially when it comes to you.

the hand beneath his chin creeps up his face to squeeze his cheeks together, forcing his lips to pucker like a fish out of water as he tries to escape to no avail. you glare down at him, all needles. not at all in the holiday spirit, if you ask him. his face is squishy as a pillow beneath your fingers, and a smile resurfaces on your lips after a long struggle to keep it submerged.

he opens his mouth, no doubt to wail like a newborn, and you quickly withdraw, knowing better than to continue your assault. "geez! okay, fine. sorry. i ate them, you grinch." he grumbles, rubbing his squished cheek as he pouts and looks away, shrinking in on himself. his shirt is bundled beneath his arms, slipping off one of his shoulders to expose a pleasant flush on his neck. "seriously! you're such a killjoy. there's no fun in waiting," he smiles mischievously, wiggling his toes and nudging you with his foot. the fabric of his fuzzy reindeer socks bumps against your thigh, and you make another face at the red pom poms on the crudely-knit rudolph face.

"apologize." you emphasize each syllable, letting them fall off your tongue. they jut into his side like blows to his ribs; he falls back onto the bed for extra dramatics, letting it squeak beneath his weight.

"oh, the horror! to think that i'd be reduced to such a state—"

"satoru."

"—that i, head of the gojo clan, the honored one—”

"satoru gojo."

"should be forced to bow to such pious customs at the foot of scrooge—"

"gojo!"

you reach over to threateningly pinch him again, and he rolls away, tossing a fuzzy pillow into the air and kicking it at you like he's playing some cursed form of tennis. you scowl, catching the cushion and tossing it back at him. it lands square on his face, and he whines, crying about how you've ruined his beautiful, youthfully full, gorgeous face; how is he ever going to pretend to be santa and let pretty girls sit on his lap now? —and that one earns him another pinch to his arm.

"okay, okay! i'm sorry, my love. you're not the grinch, or scrooge, and i shouldn'tve eaten the cookies." he sighs, excruciatingly slow as he inches towards you again, wary of but wanting your warmth all the same. it's too cold to be alone this morning, anyway.

"without me." you corrected, unable to wipe the light grin from your face, and you watch as his face lights up, like a kid seeing his dream christmas present in the window display of a bright shop, hidden behind frosted glass and cold air.

he sits up again, scooting close and opening his arms once more. this time, you oblige, throwing yourself onto him and wrapping your arms around his neck. now he’s the one with his back flush against the mattress, soft as a cloud of cotton candy. he laughs, and it rumbles through his chest when his hands find the back of your head and he tucks your head beneath his chin, cradling your neck.

"without—" punctuated with a kiss to the top of your head, "you." satoru finishes, and you can hear the grin in his voice, cheery as a christmas carole. his arms snake around your waist, squeezing lightly as one hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt to gently rub your back. his fingers against your skin feels like the touch of a butterfly, wings like stained glass.

"how about this, pretty? we can make more together." he suggests, resting his chin on top of your head. you're smushed into his chest, the printed material of his christmas light t-shirt scratching your face, and the only thing you can manage to breathe is the cheap cologne you bought him (you don't understand why he uses it when he could afford the best of his own), but suddenly you can't bring yourself to mind. so you nod, and he chuckles.

"d'ya still wanna do cinnamon?" he asks softly, slipping his free hand into your hair to play with the strands, holding you close and cozy in his embrace. the burning heat of friction between your numb hands or a roaring fireplace don't compare to the warmth he brings you, soft and sweet and painfully human. and you can't really make yourself feel upset at the pretty boy with snow-white hair holding you anymore.

"nah. let's do peanut butter chocolate chip." you hum, muffled, and he laughs, hearty and full, the kind that makes his entire body tremble a little. and you can feel it, so you tilt your head up to peer up at him. there's a stray pine needle in his hair; must've been from your hazardously decorated christmas tree. he looks down at you and smiles, brushing your hair from your eyes and leaning in to kiss your forehead. it’s like a crimson wax stamp sealing his love letter to you.

he cuddles you close, tufts of his soft hair tickling your face like a tacky christmas sweater. "sounds unhealthy. but whatever you want, baby. santa's gonna give you all you ask this year." and this time, he doesn't use the mistletoe as an excuse to brush his lips against yours when you move to pick the pine needle from his hair. he smells like vanilla, swirled like espresso with a hint of cinnamon.

he may have enjoyed his cookies and milk without you, but there's nowhere else he’d rather be— no one else he'd rather share the rest of his time with, be it baking, decorating, or lazy naps in each other’s arms. after all, half the jolliness of the holiday season comes from being with you.

fish analogies went crazy… happy bday gojo !!! my (riaki) stuff. don't repost and/or plagiarize !

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steddieas-shegoes · 9 months

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Request: Wayne & Steve bonding. Can be 5+1 with the party members seeing it & then the +1 can be Steve realizing that Wayne is his safe adult & that he is included by both Wayne & Eddie (his partner) as a Munson

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY PLATONIC LOVE!!!! ALSO HAPPY 100TH WORK ON AO3 FOR ME!!!! I had started another request but then realized my 100th work needed to have Wayne. Like, it was a no brainer. I love Wayne Munson with my entire heart. He loves Steve with his entire heart. Here we are! - Mickala ❤️

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one

It started out pretty awkward.

Eddie had suggested the fishing trip, said it would be great for them to bond and get to know each other.

“Steve’s not goin’ anywhere, and Wayne’s approval is more important to me than anything else, so you might as well find some common ground,” he said to them both over dinner.

So Steve agreed to this fishing trip, and he agreed to let Wayne pick the place and drive them there and provide all the necessary tools.

He didn’t know how to fish so it made sense that he didn’t make any of the decisions.

Of course, Wayne didn’t know he didn’t know how to fish. He’d maybe made it sound like he used to go when he was younger, before his dad stopped showing any interest in spending time with him.

But his dad wasn’t really ever around, and certainly didn’t do anything to bond with him, so here he was.

Trying to pretend he knew how a worm went on a hook.

Wayne hadn’t said much, though Eddie had already warned him that it didn’t mean he didn’t like him, he just didn’t usually say much unless he knew you well.

He was pretty focused on baiting his own hook, or that’s what Steve thought it was called, and Steve didn’t really think it would go well if he interrupted to ask stupid questions.

“You’ve never done this before, have ya?” Wayne suddenly asked, not looking up from his hook.

“Um. No sir?” Steve replied.

No point in lying when it was so obvious he had no clue what he was doing.

Wayne finally looked at him, his eyes squinted as he searched his face.

“You want some help with that?” he finally asked Steve.

“Please.”

Wayne didn’t take the hook and worm from him though. Instead, he gently scooted closer and started showing Steve how to do it himself.

“There ya go! Now, professionals use different bait and hooks and all kindsa stuff I don’t have the patience for. We just use worms cuz they’re cheap and work just fine. You ever cast your own line or you need me to show ya?”

“I can watch you and then try,” Steve replied.

This was going…well. Wayne seemed eager to help instead of annoyed like Steve thought he would be.

He watched Wayne cast his line out, reeling it in just a bit once the bobber hit the water.

“Why do you reel it in like that?” Steve asked, genuinely curious.

“Keeps the line tight so you can see any movement. If the bait ain’t on there good, a fish might be able to wiggle it off, but if you see the line moving, you might be able to still catch him,” Wayne said quietly. “Think you can do it?”

Steve didn’t think he could, but he wanted to impress Wayne.

And then he did it.

“I did it!” he said, maybe a bit too loud for the environment.

“You did! Proud of ya!” Wayne said back, big smile on his face.

He didn’t seem to care that Steve was so loud he probably scared all the damn fish away, or that it was such a simple task that Steve accomplished.

He was just proud.

And when Steve caught his first fish 20 minutes later, he could have sworn he saw Wayne wipe a tear from his eye.

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two

“Invite him over,” Wayne suggested.

“To your house?” Steve said as he stopped putting his shoes on.

“Yeah. We got plenty of snacks. Lucas seems like a nice kid. He puts up with Eddie and that Max girl. Must be an angel actually,” Wayne snorted.

Steve looked at him, and at the tv that was already tuned in to the channel the basketball game would be on.

“If you’re sure…” Steve said, removing his shoes again to go call Lucas.

“Tell him to bring his ball and we can practice after! Only if you promise to go easy on me, I’m an old man,” Wayne added as he sipped on his beer.

Steve was quick on the phone, smiling to himself when Lucas seemed so excited about getting to hang out with Steve and Wayne.

Lucas made it just as the game started, sweating from the bike ride over.

“Grab a pop from the fridge and take a seat, kiddo,” Wayne said from his armchair.

“Is Eddie here?” Lucas asked as he did what Wayne said and sat down on the couch next to Steve.

“Nope. Had physical therapy and then band practice. Won’t see that boy until near midnight, I’d say.”

Steve nodded in agreement.

Eddie always got distracted at band practice, especially if they started smoking. Wayne always told him to call if he needed a ride, but not if he needed bail.

The game was intense, and all of them ended up standing on their feet pacing for the last two minutes of it. It was so back and forth, so close, they were almost certain it would go to overtime.

It didn’t though, and Wayne hugged both Steve and Lucas excitedly.

“Alright, who wants to go shoot some hoops?”

Steve knew for a fact the Munsons didn’t have a basketball net. Eddie wasn’t a sports guy and Wayne didn’t have time until pretty recently to have any hobbies.

But Steve and Lucas followed him onto the back porch and Steve stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the small cement pad now had a basketball net.

“When did you get that?”

“Well, when Eddie mentioned you still liked to play for fun, I figured it’d be nice to have. Not a lot of space out here for a real game, but it’s somethin’.”

Wayne looked shy, almost nervous, which was something he never was.

“You got this for Steve?” Lucas asked him.

“Yeah. You’re welcome to come over and practice anytime, too,” he said to Lucas with a smile.

“Seriously? This is awesome!” Lucas took his ball and ran down the porch steps to start shooting at the net.

“You got this for me?” Steve asked Wayne, still slightly surprised by the gesture.

“Yeah, kid. Want you to feel like this is your home too, ya know?”

“Oh.”

Steve wasn’t gonna cry, he wasn’t.

He hugged Wayne quickly, then joined Lucas. Wayne sat on the porch and watched for a bit, cheering when Lucas managed to score on him three times in a row.

Surprisingly, Eddie came home in the midst of an intense one on one match.

He took one look at Steve and Lucas, and turned to Wayne.

“Since when do we support jockhood in this house?” he asked him, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Since you fell in love with one,” Wayne smirked.

“I’m not- we haven’t- Wayne!” Eddie sputtered before going back inside.

Wayne shook his head, but continued watching Steve and Lucas competing against each other, hopefully for the first of many times.

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three

Max should go home. She couldn’t just hide at the Munson trailer every single time her mom had to work late.

She had to face her fears and just stay home alone.

But Eddie was here having a mini-session with Mike, Will, and Lucas, and she felt better being around all of them than being in her house.

Plus, Wayne had made her hot chocolate and let her taste test the cookies he made.

She wasn’t playing, but she watched the entire time, sipping on her hot chocolate and watching Wayne out of the corner of her eye.

He was in the kitchen baking something new, but had told her she couldn’t try this one yet.

It looked like a cake, but it had a lot of steps to it and she couldn’t be quite sure when he kept moving things from counter to counter and then counter to oven.

At exactly 7:00, Eddie clapped his hands, thanked everyone for coming, and told them to get out.

“How’s the cake comin’ old man? Steve’s gonna be here in 20 minutes!” Eddie said as he started frantically cleaning up.

Max watched as they both seemed to rush through their tasks, ignoring her entirely, maybe even forgetting she was still on the couch.

And then it hit her.

“Shit! It’s Steve’s birthday, isn’t it?” she asked.

Wayne and Eddie both stood in the doorway of the kitchen looking at her.

“Have you been here this whole time?” Eddie asked.

“Ed, I forgot the powdered sugar,” Wayne said suddenly.

“Fuck!” Eddie said, exasperated.

“Language!” Wayne huffed out, turning back to his cake. “I think my Ma used to just blend regular sugar to make it so she didn’t have to pay for it. Let me see how much sugar we got.”

“Max, let me walk you home,” Eddie said, forcing a smile.

But just as she was getting up to let him, not wanting to push him too much when he was so obviously stressed, the front door opened and Steve walked in.

“You will never believe what this woman did at closing time tonight. I thought Robin was going to have to go to jail. Oh. Hey Max.”

Steve paused as he took in the looks of panic on Max and Eddie’s face and the chaos happening in the kitchen.

“Is everything okay?” Steve asked, suddenly worried.

“Everything’s great! Actually, can you walk Max home?”

“Is that Steve?” Wayne asked from the kitchen, peeking around the doorway. “Dammit, I need 10 minutes!”

Eddie shooed Steve back out the door and Max followed without being asked.

When the door shut behind them, Steve looked at Max with a confused look.

“Happy birthday, I guess?” she shrugged.

“Oh. Is that today?” he asked.

“Apparently. I don’t think the Munsons understand the idea behind not celebrating birthdays.”

Steve laughed, smiling fondly at the closed front door.

“Alright, well. Let’s get you home so they can embarrass me without an audience.”

They walked down the road to Max’s trailer in silence. Max didn’t mind it with Steve, it felt like they both needed it.

But when they arrived at her house, she turned to Steve and hugged him.

“All good, red?” he asked as he hugged her back.

“Yeah. Just glad we have them.”

“Who? The Munsons?”

“Yeah. They’re pretty great.”

Steve smiled down at her.

“Yeah, they’re alright.”

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four

Nancy spent a lot of time at the library. Probably more than anyone else in Hawkins.

She’d seen it all.

The nerds using it to study, the old people reading the newspaper, the kids being brought by their moms for storytime.

She’d never once seen a Munson.

Until today.

Wayne Munson was standing in the aisle of books that held books about gardening.

He looked lost, and she wanted to help.

“Hey, Wayne right?” she whispered.

He jumped, but then relaxed when he saw it was just a young woman.

“Yes, and you are?”

“Nancy. You probably don’t remember, but I was with everyone when Eddie was brought into the hospital,” she said, hating to bring up bad memories, but needing him to know that she knew Eddie.

“Ah, yes. Mike’s sister?”

“That’s me.” She cleared her throat. “You look like you need some help. I’m basically a librarian for how often I’m here, so maybe I can help?”

“Yeah. I’m lookin’ for a book about trees that can grow here easily. All these seem to be about tropical plants.”

He was right. For some reason, most of the books available were about tropical plants or encyclopedias about flowers.

“There is one…hold on.” Nancy walked a few feet away and looked at the one book she knew would have the information he needed. “Here it is!” She handed it to him. “Any specific tree you’re looking for?”

“Well, I’m gonna plant a tulip tree in the backyard, but I need to know what it needs.”

Nancy smiled.

“You a fan of tulip trees?”

“Ah can’t say I care either way. But Steve likes ‘em and he’s been feelin’ a bit down lately, so figured it might make him smile.”

Nancy frowned.

“He’s been down?” she asked.

Admittedly, she hadn’t seen him much lately, but that was because he was busy working with Robin and spending his free time with Eddie or the kids.

“Well, it ain’t my business to say, but his parents came to town last week and he ain’t been the same since. He won’t talk about it, not even with Ed,” Wayne sounded sad, but also angry.

She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I know they’re frustrating to say the least. But he’ll be alright. I’m glad he has you to cheer him up,” she smiled at him.

“Me too. You won’t tell him about this yet, right?”

“Your secret is safe with me.”

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five

Robin was hot.

“Steve, there is no way this pool takes this long to clean,” she said from her chair.

“Maybe it wouldn’t if I had help,” Steve said with a sigh.

“I think he’s expecting us to help him,” Eddie said from his chair next to her, not opening his eyes to actually look.

“It’s not as hot in the pool,” he tried to bribe them.

“As if we would get in that untreated dirty water!” Eddie exclaimed.

“We have all literally been covered in Upside Down dust and demo-creature blood.”

“Against our will!” Robin exclaimed.

“Alright, I’m calling Wayne,” Steve said as he got out of the pool.

Not even 20 minutes later, Steve was walking back outside, Wayne trailing behind him in a bathing suit.

“I’m scraping the bottom first so I can scoop any debris out before I treat it,” Steve explained to him. “I think that last storm we got just got a lot of heavier limbs in it so there’s more than I expected.”

“And these two are just watching?”

“We’re supervising. Here for emergencies and getting him drinks when needed,” Eddie said.

“Right. So I’ll take a cold beer,” Wayne said with a smirk.

Eddie moved his sunglasses off his face and glared at him.

“You just came from inside.”

“And now I’m hot. Get me a beer or go home.”

Robin watched the exchange like a tennis match, then turned to Steve who was getting back in the pool like he was used to this kind of thing happening all the time.

“I’m so glad he called you,” she said to Wayne as Eddie grumbled his way inside.

“Me too,” Wayne said, no hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Robin watched them work, taking in the way Wayne explained the best way to treat the pool (“shock it, but then focus on the filter itself, not just the actual pool”) and how long it should sit.

An hour later, they were finishing up the main part of the treatment, and Wayne knocked Steve’s shoulder.

“Great job, kid. Probably wanna let it sit overnight so no one’s skin is burnin’ though.”

“What?! We can’t even swim today?” Eddie shrieked.

“Go swim in the bathtub. Better yet, a puddle in the road,” Wayne yelled back at him. He turned back to Steve. “You comin’ for dinner tonight?”

“Yeah, let me clean up first. Want me to bring anything?”

“Just yourself, you know that.”

Wayne turned to go, and grabbed Eddie’s ear.

“Ow!”

“You’re comin’ with me. You got some stuff to do around the trailer before I let you come over here and swim.”

“I’m a grown man!”

“And grown men clean up before their boyfriends come over. Let’s go.”

Wayne walked away, knowing Eddie would follow him.

Robin couldn’t help the loud laugh she let out as Eddie scrambled to follow, nearly tripping over his own feet when he stopped to kiss Steve quickly before leaving the back patio.

“They’re a blast,” Robin said when they were gone.

“They’re the best,” Steve said fondly.

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plus one

It was too late for someone to be knocking on the door, but Wayne knew better than to ignore it.

Too many late night knocks had been because of emergencies.

“Go back to bed, Ed,” he said to Eddie when he saw him coming out of his bedroom, half asleep and half naked.

But he knew Eddie would be curious and wasn’t surprised when he followed him to the front door.

“Steve?”

He had an armful of Steve as soon as he said his name, wrapping his arms around him protectively.

It was damn near two in the morning, why the hell was he here?

“Are you hurt, son?”

He heard Steve let out a loud sob against his chest and he quickly pulled him inside all the way, closing the door so the neighbors wouldn’t hear and get nosy.

“Stevie?” Eddie asked from behind Wayne.

“Go get some water for him, Ed,” Wayne said over his shoulder. “Steve? What happened?”

“They kicked me out. They found out about Eddie and kicked me out,” Steve said between sobs and panting breaths.

“Alright. Let’s sit down for a minute,” Wayne tried to stay calm, but anger was coursing through his body.

Who could kick out their own son? Especially over something so small?

He shouldn’t be surprised that the Harringtons would, but it still felt like someone poured cold water over him.

“I don’t know what to do. I have nowhere to go,” Steve whimpered.

“Now that right there is nonsense, son. You got us right here, don’t ya? You think we’d let you be homeless when Ed’s got a perfectly good bed for you to sleep in? Hell, ya sleep in it most nights a week anyway.” Wayne sighed, running his hands up and down Steve’s back as they sat on the couch. “You belong here with us. It’s their loss and someday they’ll have to live with the regret of hurtin’ you. But you’re my kid, and you ain’t gonna be livin’ on the streets. Understand me?”

Steve nodded against his chest.

Eddie walked in silently with a glass of water, fear in his eyes.

Wayne gave him a look and hoped he was communicating that he shouldn’t ask right now.

“You wanna have some water for me? Maybe a nice hot shower and then bed?” Wayne asked.

Steve nodded.

“Look at me, Steve.” He waited for Steve to look at him. “You’re my son. I love you and I want you to be here. You deserve to be loved just as you are.”

Steve sniffled, trying to hold back another sob as he nodded.

Wayne watched him sip on the water for a few minutes, and watched as Eddie walked him to the bathroom to make sure he had everything he needed for a shower.

He never understood how parents could look at their children and feel anything but the purest form of love.

Steve may not be his biologically, but he was practically a Munson since the day he carried Eddie out of Hell.

If Wayne had to help him out his own version of Hell, then he’d do it with a smile on his face and praise on his tongue.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #wayne munson #5+1 things #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #request #ficlet #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #supportive wayne munson

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the-kr8tor · 4 months

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Birthday Blues

Twin AU

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 2.9k

Synopsis: It's the twin's first birthday!

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Dad! Hobie, Mom! Reader, talks of having children, Domestic life, cw food mentions, Billie and Ramona AU, FLUFF.

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Hobie stands precariously on the back of the dinner table with the balance of an acrobat, his arms stretched up to hook the last birthday banners of his girls.

The one downside of having twins is that you have to have two of everything, two cakes, two names on the birthday banners, two presents, two pretty and sparkly dresses that with their best baby babbling, they chose. And the rest are all upsides, Billie and Ramona are growing so well, hitting all their milestones early; all giggly and wobbling their way across the flat. They're overall a very happy and pudgy babies, you and Hobie wouldn't have it any other way.

As the clock strikes twelve, Hobie checks everything, from the utensils to the birthday candles. He doesn't usually mind things to not be perfect and polished, but this time he'd want it to be, for his girls. He wants the twins to have an entire album full of good memories they can look at when they're both old so they would know that they were loved from the very start.

He walks in measured steps, too used to weaving around discarded toys even though the floor is free from clutter. Entering the girls' room, Hobie expects a tornado of clothes, towels, hair accessories left on the floor and his daughters still not in their birthday frock. Instead, he finds his three girls all done up and pretty, the room clean from mess, saved for a few toys the toddlers are currently playing with.

Hobie grins at them in the doorway. With some sort of spider sense, they both look at him simultaneously, their smiles getting wider and wider while waddling their way to their dad.

Billie has iridescent butterflies in her curls that's for sure won't be all complete by the end of the party. Ramona (per her request) is wearing a shiny tiara on top of her head, her hair is in adorable braids. Their dresses are all colorful and different from each other's, with laces and bows adorning the frilly fabrics.

“Da!” Billie screeches like she hasn't seen Hobie in forever, she climbs down from your lap, her arms spread ahead of her to grasp at him.

“Egg!” Hobie greets back.

She reaches Hobie’s legs first, enveloping herself around his leg. She looks like the cutest koala. Hobie takes her in his arms before she creases her dress while nuzzling his leg like usual and in turn ruins the handiwork you've done to her hair. He groans in the most dad way, bouncing her slightly while he waits for Ramona to make her way towards Hobie.

“C’mon, little potato. You can do it” he taps his leg to encourage her to walk towards him whilst Billie tries her best to tug at his wicks while it's in a ponytail. She practically worms her way up to his shoulder, Hobie of course anticipated this, so he already has his hand securely on her back, the sequins of her dress scratching his palms a bit.

Ramona babbles frustratingly but her face is determined. She finally reaches her dad, in her triumph and excitement, she climbs up his jeans, reminiscent of the days when Mayday used to do it when she was their age. Hobie helps her up with his hand holding her dress.

“There you go! Good job, muffin” Hobie tucks her in his arm, she wiggles excitedly in his hold. “Now, where's my second favourite girl?”

You hold up your hand, “Here!”

He enters the room fully, finding you sitting criss crossed on the carpet. Your back is turned so he can't see what has your attention that's more important than seeing the most adorable sight ever that you've definitely haven't seen before (you definitely have)

“Love, what are you doin'?” Hobie dodges Billie's little leg kick to reach his ponytail. Ramona pulls a frayed thread on his well worn shirt, continuing to pull it out with the intention to see the end of it. He feels his collar getting cinched by the second.

You finally look over your shoulder, eyes shimmering the second you take in the sight. There's glitter on your eyelids, cherry lip balm shiny on your smiling lips. He can't believe after all these years of being together, you still take his breath away. He's completely dead the moment you set your pretty eyes on him.

“Just something I wanna do with the girls before the party.”

Hobie makes his way to you, arms full of squirming toddlers who're already bored out of their mind. He sits down behind you and immediately the twins disperse out of his grasp to continue ravaging their toy box.

He lays his head on your shoulder like always, briefly poking you with his chin intentionally. Hobie glances at Ramona who helps Billie up on her bed to grab her blanky. Seeing them alright, he looks at the things you've laid out in front of you.

There's a book about Greek mythology that he remembers you used to read to the girls while you were still pregnant with them. A plain pen lies next to it, on its left is a calculator you've dug out from somewhere, spare change lies haphazardly sitting next to an orange. And lastly Hobie's spare webshooter and a toy stethoscope. What a weird combination of things, he thinks.

“So who's the first?” You ask, craning your neck to look at Hobie, you kiss his temple, unable to stop yourself.

“First?”

“You said I was your second favourite girl” you raise an eyebrow, challenging him to say another name.

“Our girls,” Hobie says matter-of-fact like it's the most obvious thing “Billie and Mona” he says it like he's reminding you the names of your own children.

“I would say ‘that’s so sweet, my love’ but you said it with a tone so what I'm gonna say is: second really?”

“Love” he sighs, not in an exasperated way but with endearment, knowing that this is one of your teasing ploys. “I would take a bullet for you, but after having those two I'm gonna stand behind you so I could save our babies” Hobie says the entire sentence trying to hold in his laugh.

You bonk him upside the head but your grin betrays your true feelings. Holding his cheeks, you squeeze his face, making the fakest angry face ever. He's glad your reaction to his teasing hasn't changed one bit since having the girls.

“Tell me again why I fell for you?” You still hold his face tenderly. In the background, you see Billie pulling her sister's leg which in turn makes Mona take the blanket from her sister to fling it towards Billie's face. They're definitely Hobie's girls, no need for a DNA test.

“Because I'm incredibly fit” he escapes your hold to lean closer to your face, kissing the corner of your lips. “Funny,” kiss “smart,” smooch “and you thought ‘huh? Hobie and I would make such cute babies together’” you giggle at the last bit. “And you were right, lovie.” Finally he finishes off his barrage of kisses with one last kiss on your forehead.

“I've never said that, but we did make the cutest babies” you coo, letting your head fall on his shoulder, flicking your eyes back to Hobie's carbon copies.

“Makes you want one more, eh?” Hobie shrugs his shoulder where you've made a home for yourself, his smirk prominent even though you only see half of his chiseled face.

“Ask me again after five years,” you whisper.

He chuckles, the sound captures the twin's attention. Their faces are curious as to why you're having fun without them. Mona pouts while Billie makes her way down the bed, her little legs dangling to reach the floor. You laugh, tapping Hobie's thigh, your way of saying ‘we’ll discuss this later’ standing up to pick your girls up or else they'll be moody all day– you don't want that especially when it's their birthday.

“What're these things?” Hobie rolls the orange in between his hands.

Mona gurgles in your arm while Billie holds your hand as you guide her towards the things you've laid out. Your posture is weird, your knees are slightly bent while your back is leaning towards Billie to accommodate her small height. Add it with Mona’s weight, you're definitely gonna need a chiropractor.

“Oh MJ told me about them” Reaching Hobie, Billie immediately sits on her father's lap, lounging like nobody's business, taking the orange from him, biting it with her baby teeth.

Sitting down with Mona in your arms, she looks up at you like how she looks at her favourite food. “She said it's an Asian tradition where parents lay out things for the baby to grab to see a glimpse of what they'd become in the future.” you take the orange from Billie before she punctures it and drips juice all over her dress. “Cute, right?”

“So if they pick the book they'll be smart, or if they choose the webshooter they'll be like me, that it?”

“Mm-hmm, basically, yeah” you place the orange back to the lineup, shaping the collection of things into a circle while juggling Mona who tries to reach your butterfly earrings. “I know it’s not a definite thing to determine what they'll be in the future, it's just something fun to do while they're still little babies. Also I know we'll support them whatever they want to do so this is just a bit of fun for us”

He hums, “Yeah, I see it. You're missing something though” Hobie hands you Billie who laughs once she gets a full face of your blouse. He goes off to somewhere, you hear rustling down the hall.

“Where did daddy go?” You do your baby voice, cooing at Billie and Ramona. They both have wide eyes then after a second of them understanding your question, they look around for Hobie. “Ooh where is he, huh? Where's he hiding? Can you say dada?”

“Uh!” Mona kicks your stomach while Billie is in near tears when she can't see her dad.

You feign surprise, gasping “There he is! Look!”

Hobie makes himself big in the doorway, arms flailing about while making a growling noise. Legs trotting inside. The twins simultaneously reach towards him on instinct.

“I'm not dad, I'm the goblin that eats children!” He scoops them both up effortlessly, pretending to take bites on their little heads. They squeal in delight, the sound makes your heart increase in size. “It's in my back pocket, lovie” Hobie turns around, continuing to chomp at his girls.

“Drumsticks! Good call” you add it to the collection. “Alright, now give me your spawns” holding your arm up, it was a battle trying to get them to latch off Hobie.

“Mum needs you two to do somethin' for her, yeah?” Hobie holds Mona at arms length while Billie squirms in your hold. Mona tilts her head cutely, eyes curious like she's trying to comprehend her dad's words. “Yeah, you understand”

Hobie joins you on the floor, he puts Mona inside the circle, while you do the same with Billie. They sit on their bums, looking at you and Hobie with wide eyes. Billie sucks on her thumb like she's incredibly bored, while Mona continues to babble, staring directly at you and Hobie, looking like she's having a conversation with her parents.

“Now what?” Hobie leans slightly forward, the anticipation is killing him.

“I guess we just wait?”

“What did Mayday choose?” his eyes never leave the girls who surprisingly sits obediently. Maybe he can use the circle method when he needs them to stay put.

“Peter’s webshooters–look!” you excitedly say as Billie reaches for the drumsticks. Hobie holds your hand, observing his daughter like he's watching his favourite band play.

Billie stops halfway, she looks at Ramona who instinctively stares back. They both giggle simultaneously like they're having some sort of twin telepathy. In a surprising turn of events, Billie hugs her sister, heaving her up to her feet whilst Mona balls her tiny fists to hold on to Billie. They saunter out of the circle, holding onto each other.

“Oh my–Hobie” your eyes are full of tears, leaning on his side, squeezing his hand affectionately. You feel like your heart will burst out of your chest from cuteness. Your love for your daughters have reached infinite numbers.

For the first time since Hobie first saw his girls bundled up in your arms– he's speechless. He could only turn to you to hug your sobbing form. He kisses the top of your head, his eyes watching his girls twirl around, laughing the entire time.

“They chose each other!” your happy tears soak Hobie's shirt, he rubs your back, feeling heat behind his eyes.

“It's too early to say but I think we're doing good” he softly says, “they'll be great, I know it.”

The doorbell rings, interrupting your cry fest. Hobie cups your face, wiping away tears with his thumbs. “Let's get the party started, yeah?” He kisses each of your eyelids for good measure.

You hear Mayday's muffled voice yelling out the twin's names.

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After all the cake and food have been devoured, presents hastily opened by the birthday girls, you clean up all the sparkly gift wrappers by your feet. You run the dishes under the faucet since you're too tired to wash it right now. Looking up at all the decorations Hobie put up, the frilly streamers, the rainbow balloons that he painstakingly blew up on his own and the party favours you two stayed up all night to make, you find that you can't stop smiling, eternally grateful for him. Your eyes start to water once again while recalling the recent memory of the party.

Tiptoeing to the girls' room, you see Hobie sitting on the rocking chair, his shirt cinched at the hem where one of the girls pulled a thread throughout the day. His pants still have the pink icing stain on his hip, there's a piece of streamer stuck to his hair, yet you've never seen a more handsome sight.

“Come ‘ere often?” He whispers, the story book in his hand lying half open.

“Occasionally” You whisper back, smirk playing on your lips.

You enter the room quietly, stopping by Mona's crib. You also see Billie inside, all tucked in, giraffe PJ's on. While Mona sleeps next to her sister in her turtle PJ's, gripping her blanket tightly. Leaning down, your lower back aching from the position, you kiss each of their foreheads carefully, pulling the blanket under their chins.

Wordlessly, Hobie taps his lap. You drape yourself on his lap as quietly as possible, the chair rocks softly. He puts his arm around your waist, tugging you close, placing his head on your shoulder.

“Tired?” You knead at his nape.

“I should be askin’ you that. You're not tired from all the bragging about what ‘thing one’ and ‘thing two’ did?”

“I had to, they were so adorable and made me cry. I got Pav and Pete sobbing too.” you chuckle softly.

“Out of all your nicknames for them that one is the worst one”

“I thought Microwave oven and Humidifier was the worst one?” Hobie raises your blouse slightly to cup the skin of your hip. “Or was it ratatouille and shepherd's pie?”

“Now you're just saying things. Mac and cheese was your best one by the way” you cuddle closer, eyes shutting close.

“Don't think I can top that one”

You fight a yawn. “Did they put up a fight?”

“Nah, they conked out immediately but they did protest when I placed Billie in her crib”

“I figured, they're making me tear up again” sure enough, you feel the tears pricking your eyes. “I loved what you did with the decorations by the way. I couldn't find the time to say it to you earlier.”

“Thank you, lovie. You saw what I did with the cupcakes?” Hobie shakes you awake.

“In the shape of your mask? Impossible to miss it, I love it all” You finally kiss him, you both taste like the sugary sweet icing. “Sorry I couldn't help you”

“It's alright, I managed. Wallace and Gromit didn't give you any trouble with their dresses?”

You hide your face on the crook of his neck to stifle your laughter. “No fuss, they like the dresses”

After a beat of silence, he traces your spine with his knuckles. “I meant what I said earlier.”

“Hmm?”

“That we're doin' good, you're doin' good. And I know they'll be alright whatever they get up to in the future.” Hobie knows exactly why you did the tradition, he knows you well enough to know that you're anxious about your parenting, that it isn't right or enough, that they'll turn messed up when they grow up.

You feel another sob coming up. “You're doing good too, so good, better than anyone actually” you tell it all straight from your heart.

“Now you're just gassing me up” he kisses the space between your eyes whilst caressing your back comfortingly.

“It's true.” You lay your head on his shoulder, your fingers playing with the frayed ends of his shirt. “They love you, you're incredibly good at this whole parenting thing” your fatigue catches up to you.

“Couldn't have done it without you, my toyota corolla” you snort, weakly slapping his chest. “I think we can do a good job too on the next spawn.” even without seeing his face, you know he has a teasing grin.

“At least wait for them to learn how to talk first, damn”

A/N: Thank you for reading! If you're curious, I chose the pencil when I was a year old! Happy holidays! 🫶

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yourllocalaroace · 9 months

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Take a Break! (Rengoku Birthday Special)

Lers! Muichirou, Obanai, Gyomei

Lee! Rengoku

NOTE: Happy Birthday to the Flame Hasira!!🥳🔥🔥🔥Felt like it was only fair I did a birthday special for him!

Summary: Rengoku being the Righteous person he is, tries to go on a mission on his Birthday, however the other hashiras won’t stand for that and ‘force’ him to relax

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‘A mission? On your birthday?’ Muichirou questioned, turning his head to the side in confusion.

It was true, the hashiras weren’t supposed to be assigned missions on their birthday, as master Kagaya instisted they spend the day enjoying themselves and relaxing, not having to be troubled with hashira work.

However when a kind old woman gently asked Rengoku when passing him in a village to deliver a package to her grandson, He couldn’t refuse. It was about an 1 hour there and back but it didn’t really bother Rengoku.

Gyomei, Obanai, and Muichirou had spent the day before preparing for Rengoku’s birthday; Obanai in charge of the cake, Gyomei the gift and Muichirou a beautiful bouquet of Rengoku’s favorite flowers (although he did forget about it many times). Everything was ready, and all they were missing was the man of the hour.

‘Haha! I know I know, but it is my duty as a hashira to help those in need!’ Rengoku said with a hearty laugh.

‘Uh uh. No way. This mission can wait. Today is YOUR special day,’ Obanai responded, ‘Just relax for once.’

‘I agree Rengoku, This mission is not urgent so why not leave it and enjoy your birthday?’ Gyomei urged.

‘As much as I would love to, as a hashira it’s my responsibility to carry out this mission, birthday or no birthday that is the dedication I agreed to when accepting this job’ Rengoku replied unmoved.

It was clear Rengoku’s mind couldn’t be changed, his virtuous nature and determination seemed to be outshining now. As much as Rengoku was a role model, he sometimes didn’t know how to relax. Suddenly an idea came to Obanai. He whispered something to Gyomei and Muichirou who nodded in agreement.

Just as Rengoku turned to set off, he felt the strong arm of Gyomei grab him and pull him back, holding his arms up so that he was tiptoeing, he feet barely able to touch the ground.

‘What are you- hnngh!’ He was cut off by the feeling of fingers digging into his sides. He didn’t last long before he bursted out laughing.

‘Nohohohoho! Stohohohop!’ His laugh was a nice sound, a deep distinguished noise, he wriggled in Himejima’s grip as obanai wiggled his fingers into his sides.

‘Obaahahani! Stahap!’ He cried out.

‘No can do,’ he said with a smile, ‘unless you agree to take the WHOLE day off.’ he smirked evilly.

‘Buhuhuut! I cahahahn’t!’ Rengoku stammered.

‘Suit Yourself.’ Obanai said blankly.

He moved his fingers under Rengoku’s uniform, tickling his bare ribs. Muichiro also slipped his fingers under, tickling over his sides and tummy.

AHA! StaHAHAp! nohohohot the riHIHIbss’ he snorted, ‘Dohohn’t!’

‘I would just give in if I were you,’ Muichiro reinforced

‘I agree.’ Gyomei chimed in with a smirk, joining in the action by sneaking his free hand under Kyojuro’s uniform and wiggling his fingers against Rengoku’s bare back and neck. ‘It would be wise of you to do so.’

‘STAHAP! nAHAt Thahahaha- ! I wohohohohn’t give in!’ Rengoku squeaked.

‘I guess we’re gonna have to make this worse then~’ Obanai teased. And with that his hands shot up into Rengoku’s defenceless armpits; his worst spot. Gyomei and Muichiro also increased their tickling.

‘GYAHAHAHAHAAH! STAHAHAP NAAHAHAHAHAT THERE!! PLEEHEEASE! I *squeak* CAHAHAN’T!’ he squirmed around like crazy, resembling a worm trying uselessly to get out of the stone hashira’s iron grip.

‘HAHAHAAH! *squeak* PLEHEHEASE! GAHAHAH!! NAHAHAHAHAAH! NO MOHOHOHRE!’ Tears of mirth began to prick in his eyes.

‘Do you agree to spend your birthday the right way?’ Muichiro asked plainly.

‘YEHEHEHEHES! PLEHEHASE NO MOHOHOMORE!! GAHAAHAHAH! NAHAHAAHAAHAH!!!’

And with that, Gyomei let him free and the flame hashira collapsed in a giggling heap on ground.

‘Hehehe, youhuhu guys…’ Rengoku whispered.

The rest of the day was filled with joy, food, happiness and celebrations. And as Rengoku partied the night away, he thought about how he has such caring comrades.

End

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veggiehotdog1 · 1 year

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The Birthday

Summary: JJ and Ellie bond on his birthday

Tags: JJ POV, Mother-son bonding, happy, fluff, sweet, family bonding, birthday

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"It's almost time to go home, Bud," his mom was saying as she flung half-frozen fish into a basket. JJ didn't like to touch their slimy bodies. He squirmed whenever the line was tugged by a hungry fish in the water. His mom never pushed him to reel it in, seemingly just as content to watch him pursue his own interest of breaking up the snowy grass into lop-sided stars and hearts.

Part of his job was digging up worms for her. It was tough with the ground cold and half-frozen, but he was a tough kid, his mom told him that everyday. So he knew he could dig deep enough to get them. They were always curled up and extra slimy, so gross, but he'd leave them on the shovel for Mom to pick off.

It was boring fishing during this time of year. Actually it was boring all the time. Mom loved catching fish after fish, but he usually spent the summer and early fall chasing butterflies through the field. But they were long gone with the frost.

He missed when the grass was tall and green and he'd pretend he was in the jungle, a big cat. He'd crouch down, ready to pounce on prey, hidden by the blades around him. Sometimes Mom would sound scared, calling out, JJ where are you? Come back this way, kiddo! And he'd watch the most beautiful butterfly he'd ever seen fly out of view as he obediently went to her.

JJ thought about nicer days as he huddled close to the fire, trying not to look at it too long. His mom had told him he'd go blind doing it, but he'd done it a lot and it hadn't happened.

"You're going to be how old on your birthday?" She was snuffing out the fire now and he thought she was so strong being able to just use her feet to crunch the hot, hot flames.

"Does that hurt?"

Mom grinned and ruffled his hair. "No, my boots protect me. Leather, you know."

He didn't know. "Why?"

"Uh, because it's thick. Made from cow skin." His eyes widened. Jackson had a few cows; he hoped none of them were going to be his boots. He loved Miss Betsy and Daisy and Francine.

"Why is leather from cows?" He was so fascinated with the world around him, and his mom fed his curiosity by patiently answering question after question.

"It can be made from all sorts of ani-" She must have sensed his hesitation because she was carefully looking at him now. With an effortful groan she picked him up, propping him securely at the front of the saddle before climbing on behind.

She didn't want to talk about it, he could tell. After a long moment, when Charcoal had been steered out of the field and onto the path she continued, "We give the cows food and water and brush them and keep them away from coyotes, and they give back to us by helping us stay warm with leather boots."

"What about Daisy?" He was trying to turn to look at her, but she boxed him in with arms and reins close to his sides. He wasn't afraid of falling, he knew his mom wouldn't let him. His head thumped against her as he looked up at her chin and nostrils.

"Daisy and the others help us with milk, not boots...JJ, you're going to be how old?" Mom did this a lot, changed the topic, but he didn't really notice.

"Four!" His excitement caused him to rock back and forth, wiggling in anticipation. Mom and Mama had been talking about it all week. He didn't understand why this was a big deal, but it was all about him and when he was born, he knew that much. It felt special that there was an entire day just for him.

"That's right. And what's your favorite thing?" That was a hard one to answer. He had lots of favorite things. His stacking blocks. The yellow duck. Bread with honey. Bugs. When Mama would sing to him. Petting dogs in town. When Mom would put him on her shoulders to pick apples. The telescope.

The telescope!

"Telescope!" He jumbled the word, but Mom would know what he meant.

"Oh, that's my favorite too!" His excitement built higher as her heard his mom's joyful voice. Mom was sometimes sad and sometimes mad, but not at him. He loved to hear her happy!

She laughed at his giggles, pulling him back to snuggle into her chest. The hot breath blowing his hair was always a nice reprieve from the bitter wind cutting through all the clothing layers.

He didn't know how long it would be until they got home, but Mom made the time go by fast with telling jokes and stories and singing to him.

You're in the army now

You're not behind the plow

You're digging a ditch

You sonnavabitch

You're in the army now

"Don't tell Mama I sang you that one." JJ didn't know why. Was it bad? He wouldn't say a word to Mama. This was a song just for the two of them.

"Sumabish," he repeated, causing his mom to shake her head in amusement. He'd never heard that word before. The word felt weird in his mouth as he tried it out a few more times.

"Learned that from Uncle Tommy who learned it from Grandpa Joel when they were kids." Mom liked to talk about her dad sometimes, usually when they were out riding like this. "And Joel -" she called grandpa that for some reason.

"Why not dad?" JJ didn't have a dad who was alive, but Mama and Mom sometimes told him stories. Grandma and grandpa did too, and showed him pictures. Mama would sometimes brush her fingers through his long hair and sigh sadly that he looked just like Jesse.

"Hmm. Well, we didn't meet until I was waaaay older than you. Like ancient from a toddler's perspective. I was a teenager. And then he watched out for me, but he wasn't...he was kinda..." He'd never asked mom this, and she seemed to not know what to say. That was okay, he was thinking about something else now.

"What's your name?"

"You know my name!" Mom seemed taken off guard by the question. "Mama says my name all the time."

"Don't know!" JJ was giggling along with Mom, each feeding off the others laughter in a seemingly endless supply.

"You do too...it's Ellie." He had heard that before, now that she mentioned it. In fact, Mama said that all the time. Ellie come do dishes! Ellie what movie should we watch? And sometimes late at night in their own room.

"Oh! I'm JJ!"

"Nice to meet you!" She pinched his nose softly, wiggling it, "Silly guy."

Soon he could see the gates of Jackson in the distance. He was sick of being on Charcoal now, swaying back and forth was hurting his bottom. "And do you know when your birthday is? I forgot it."

"Mom! November 6!" He squealed at how funny his mom was being. How could she forget when he was born? She had talked about his birthday all week.

"Ohh yeah, that's right. Guess what, that's today. You're four today, JJ!" Mom was waving at the guards posted and the gates lurched open.

"What?!?" JJ screamed in surprise, throwing up his arms in delight to wave enthusiastically to the guards. "My birthday is today!!"

"Shh shh shh," Mom chuckled, playfully holding her hand over his mouth. "Not so loud, Bud. We don't want to scare anyone." Mom had told him they needed to be careful about being loud, but he thought that was only outside of Jackson's walls.

He was hyped up now, eagerly reaching out for Mom to place him on the ground. When they got back he usually wanted to pet any animals being held in the pens nearby, but not today. They needed to get home and tell Mama his birthday is TODAY.

He curled his tiny hand around his mom's two fingers. Mom had told him her hand was like that just for him, to make it easy for them to hold hands with his being so little.

She was trying to slow him down, pulling back half-heartedly. He was going as fast as he could, they were now practically skipping home. "JJ, hold on. Mom's out of shape," she called as their hands slipped apart and he ran ahead. But he heard her footsteps close behind him. "JJ, stop."

Suddenly he stumbled, face caught by the ground. "Oh shit!" Mom was pulling him up, examining him. The look of concern in her eyes made him anxious. Was he hurt? "You alright? Just tripped."

He wanted to cry from the pain in his flattened nose, but he was distracted by the baker calling, "JJ! You're a big guy now. Happy Birthday, come get this."

His potential injuries forgotten, he looked to his mom with utter shock and glee. Everyone knew it was his birthday?! He took the wrapped bundle from the baker, whatever it was smelled heavenly and sweet. It was soft and warm in his hands, the heat sinking through his mittens.

"Thank you, Mr. Baker." His mom looked proud that she didn't even need to remind him to give thanks.

"Buddy, we're almost home." And they were, he could see their house up ahead. They were walking hand in hand again, his energy dissipated after the fall.

Finally they were at the door and it creaked open to reveal the most magical thing he'd ever seen. Stars and planets and comets hung from the ceiling, made from colorful construction and tissue paper. His Mama was there in the kitchen, cutting up apples and oranges, his favorite.

"There you two are," Mama had a wonderful smile, it made him feel safe and content. He loved his Mama so, so much. "Happy Birthday, my favorite boy." She kissed him on the head before moving on to kiss Mom. "And my favorite girl."

He heard quiet voices in the next room and ran to find grandma and grandpa sitting on the couch across from Aunt Maria and Uncle Tommy. What an incredible day! His entire family was here to celebrate him.

The telescope was also set up to look out the window, but it was still daylight. That meant this party would last all night? He hoped so! Nothing was better than him and Mom looking at the moon together, he could do it forever.

Mom soon followed, holding up a dinosaur pajama onesie. "This is for you, kiddo." She watched with delight as he slipped it over his clothes. "Fits great. You're now a dinosaur astronaut, dude!"

Mama was bringing in a tray of food - a feast for this occasion. Fruits and nuts and the warm bread and honey from the baker. Tomato and goat cheese sandwiches too. It was all of his favorite foods that Mama magically always remembered.

His grandpa pulled out some wrapped plastic. "And this is for you too." The clear, hard candy looked so much like a big, beautiful marble that JJ didn't want to eat it. "Looks like a planet!" His grandparents were the best. Aunt and Uncle gave him a tape with songs from when they were kids. Mom wasted no time putting it on.

It's a big dinosaur

A friendly dinosaur

With points on his back to his tail

His roar turns pouty people pale

He was swept up into a hug as she spun him around until he was dizzy. "Let me hear it," Mom encouraged.

JJ let out what he felt was the most convincing and scariest dinosaur roar he'd done yet. "Badass!" Mom approved, with a light slap on her arm from Mama.

"This is too good, I wish I had a camera," Mama was laughing and clapping at the scene. "Oh, I love both you goobers so much."

Soon it was all a whirlwind of lights and decorations and fun, his chest and stomach hurt from laughing. This was turning out to be the best day of his life. He wished everyday was his birthday. JJ couldn't wait until he turned five.

#jj tlou #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams #the last of us part 2 #dina tlou #the fanfic of us #read on ao3 #ao3 fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #tlou fanfiction

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luddlestons · 2 years

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HAPPY FIRST BIRTHDAY TO MY BELOVED CREATURE.

Willow is a sweet baby, a rascal, a vampire hunter, a scoundrel, a scourge upon her brother, a bathtub beast, a purveyor of fine strawberry jellybeans, a wiggle worm, a silly time boy, a seagull in disguise, a peanut butter sundae, and the best daughter I could ever ask for.

#willow

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xamassed · 11 months

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⟬ @ofhope / itto’s birthday 6 • 1 ⟭

Discerning a present for the famed Arataki Gang Leader was almost as grand as the gesture. Fireworks? They'd be involved in some fashion, but it wasn't enough to qualify as a gift. Food? If Yoimiya planned a meeting without food, surely her brain had gotten knocked around!

Being the Queen of Summer, Yoimiya knew how joyous, but fleeting, its activities were. An Onikabuto battleground was the perfect recipe, Yoimiya thought, for not only an exciting day but for lasting all season long! Finding a nook to begin crafting was its own difficulty, but Yoimiya had received tips from the Traveler -- that island, isolated and empty, didn't see much traffic... after their extraordinary event last year, Itto would surely adore seeing it liven up once again.

Nearing the size of a human-oriented ring, Yoimiya's grand project was finished with a final coating of paint: a ramp to gain leverage, optional stage changes, wooden planks to dictate points... it took a lotta' work, not only from Yoimiya, but from her father, too. Even on her worst days, her mother piped in with color palettes, ways of balancing certain fixtures...

All for Itto.

Swiping away the Oni proved a challenge too, the gang ready to deliver a barrage of gifts and treats, but Yoimiya managed. Step by step, the firestarter led Itto toward his prize.

What Itto would see? An Onikabuto wonderland, one of his star champs already in the ring, chittering happily at Itto's entrance.

"Tadaaaaa!" running ahead, Yoimiya posed before the structure! "Soooo? What do you think? You've prooobably got an idea what it is, buuut ~ I'll let you guess anyway!"

She laughs, tap-tapping the wood, pleased.

"Happy birthday, Itto. From me, and all of the Naganohara family!"

All of this hard work had been for him, and yet it felt more to him like she had been avoiding him for the few days that it took for her to meticulously prepare her massive, titan of a gift.

Every rare glimpse of her was quick as a phosphorous flash, here and gone within the span of a second. When he did catch her, she was still elusive. Her smile was still as sweet as it ever was, but he couldn't keep hold of her long enough to ask if she wanted to spend his birthday with him.

He had his gang, sure, but she had steadily wiggle-wormed her way under his skin and had become as important to him as they were. His special day wouldn't feel the same if she wasn't there to add the color he needed — and, in fact, it didn't feel the same once the day arrived.

Itto was happy, of course. His best friends and the ones he considered his brothers were there to spoil him, gifts held high above their heads and enthusiastic shouts warming his heart. It was enough to bring a grown oni to tears, except he was given an unexpected yank just as he was about to shake off his gloom and party the way he ought to.

"Hey! Firecracker, you're here!" He had been so sure that she'd forgotten, or that she simply didn't want to celebrate with him. He wanted to ask her where she'd been as of late, but he didn't have the chance. She was eager, and he realized then as he followed her without argument that he was weak to her persistent encouragement.

Come on, come on! He was tugged and guided along and given promises that he would love what he saw. How could he not, he wondered. If any of it had been blessed with her touch, then he was bound to adore all of what she had done.

And he did. Oh, he adored it with his whole heart.

Wide and misty eyes gawked at the structure, which he immediately deemed ten times larger, better and sicker than the original. He had put work into his, but this was better by a long shot.

"You did this?" He pointed feebly, mind still reeling from the intensity of her dedication. The call of his champion didn't elude him, but he was sure that the onikabuto could wait a few seconds longer as Itto nearly tackled the woman with pure, uncorked glee.

She was hoisted off her feet and lifted high, the strength in one arm easily giving her a place to sit in the crook of his elbow. His other hand punched at the air, elation more than obvious as he whooped and hollered.

"This is the best present everyone's ever given me! Ever!" He refused to set her down, his queen of color and light. It was his birthday, and he was the one that needed celebrating, but he would go out of his way to make sure she had just as much fun as he did. "You and me, we're gonna dominate this arena!!"

#ofhope #ofhope ; yoimiya #「 ( itto ; ic ) 」#「 v. it's my job to not have a real job ( itto ; genshin ) 」#「 r. all it took was a single spark ( itto ; yoimiya ) 」#( He's going to be hyped and totally out of his mind for the whole day but he'll chill later and get all sappy )#( which meaaaans I'm gonna send an ask! )

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naamahdarling · 2 years

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Incoming animals and crafts! Lots of them lol

My old man Charlie was cold bc he's shaved and a little thin right now so I crocheted him a sweater! He hates it and wiggles out of it at every chance so I have to make him another that's a little tighter. The good news is that he's putting on weight so he might not need one for long!

I customized this little BJD after getting him for Yuletide. His name is Squidge and he's a purrmaid!

My friend's cat had her 19th birthday today! Her name is Mitzi. The cake was for her humans and she wasn't too pleased about being woken up to get her picture taken, but she got delicious food after!

Even if you're not familiar with Pokemon, here's a little man to make you feel better! His eyes are a little googly, but he's a worm inside an apple so he can be forgiven.

He's not a chicken but I met the pardoned Thanksgiving turkey once! Here is his handsome face!

Charlie spends all day sleeping in the sunshine! We call him sunshine kitty!

I left some mail on the bed and came back to these two lounging on top of it! They always steal my spot.

And last but not least:

It's Loki's Birthday!!!! He's 11 years old!! Here is a candid camera shot of him getting scratched while grooming!

My gosh, so many good things here! Cats and crafts and cakes and birthdays and a genuine celebrity turkey! Amazing breadth here, thank you!

Happy birthday to the birthday beasts!

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asinglemagpie · 2 years

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Music, thrill, you <3

🌸🌼🌻Spring Asks🌻🌼🌸

Music - What’s been on repeat lately? Oddly enough… Nothing. I have my music on random and leave it to it's thing, unless it tries to play something it's already played. I haven't really had an ear-worm of late. Which is weird for me, actually…

Thrill - What is one thing you’re looking forward to? Getting my Cerberus cat tattoo finished happy wiggles I was just bleeding like a stuck pig so we had to call quits early, and then life happened so it's taken approx. 5 months to get on track lol. It's always nice to see my tattoo artist, and I always feel better when I've had a tattoo so… hopefully it'll be done and I'll be able to show it off to @azulmagpie who did the original art!

You - What’s one thing you like about yourself? One thing you dislike about yourself? I like that I'm funny. And I don't mean in a "I crack myself up" way (though I do…) but I can get Mum laughing even when she's really far from even cracking a smile for anything else. I'm definitely not "go out and be a stand up comedian" kind of funny, but I'm entertaining, and that's nice XD

I don't like my memory issues. I seem to have a lot of trouble retaining knowledge about things I want to learn about, but I will remember absolutely unimportant facts about things no one asked me about. I forget birthdays, I forget holidays, I forget people's favourite colours and animals and what I should get them for X present. I try to remember, I try to write things down but invariably lose the thing I wrote it on. I will forget what I'm doing as I do it, I'll go to do something and forget what that is, and without timers I forget everything that I'm cooking and nearly burn the place down (the main reason that I eat a lot of ready meals, though I have proven that I can absolutely murder a microwave…). I forget how to read music as I'm playing an instrument, I forget how to play the flute as I'm playing the flute! It's absolutely bonkers!

I feel like it's my biggest obstacle. It makes me feel like an asshole. It makes me feel helpless. I feel like so many of the paths I want to walk just don't… work… with a memory that is at best faulty and at worst completely gone.

#Dancing with the Pied Piper

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declanfs · 4 months

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December 13, 2023

Happy birthday, Taylor Swift!

Bebe. Boy. You have been sleeping so good lately, which means I’ve been sleeping so good. Celebrate celebrating!

I wish I could capture the tightness of your embrace. The way your arms wrap around my neck to pull your heart to my heart and glue your whole body sighs in response. The way I try to pull away just to reposition and get more comfortable and without waking at all, you just instinctually hug me closer. Its is pure joy to share these moments with you. Sometimes I do sneak away to fold laundry or program or whatever, but on days like this when you clearly need proximity, I stay. What an absolute privilege to be a source of comfort to another human, you can count on me.

Last night we heard some loud car stereo sounds and you asked “what was that?” And I said, just some car playing loud music. And you said “it’s okay, it’s just the racecar.” And this made me feel so sad in this moment because our across the street neighbors just moved and the racecar you were referring to no longer lives here we haven’t heard it for weeks. Before it moved, you would run to the window to watch the racecar drive off - a green dodge charger? It was so dang loud and obnoxious but it was something you loved and looked forward to seeing and hearing. It was a distraction sometimes when you were upset or needed help transitioning to the next thing. I felt sad because what other little things like this have we already lost or forgotten. I have such documentation anxiety and want to remember everything for myself and to tell you when you’re older, but it’s just impossible to remember it all. So I will find comfort in knowing I am remembering as much as I can and documenting when I can and all the other things were just lived and loved in the moment and that was their purpose all along.

The other day I told you “Declan, you need a haircut!” And like you were 5 or 10 or 25 years old you said “I just got a haircut!” I heard dada burst into laughter from the kitchen. You got a haircut like a month ago, so you’re not wrong, but because you’re such a wiggle worm, it was a bit patchy at first and is now noticeably mismatched in length in multiple places.

It’s just fun and funny to have conversations with you, you are definitely your own person with your own agenda and wishes and determination and I hope that I foster that. I hope I don’t try to tame you too much with my own agenda and wishes and determination. You couldn’t be a world shaker if you want to.

Oh and you love maps lately! We got this book from the library (10 min to bed little unicorn) and the inside cover is a big map and when we first got this book, we spent more time looking at the map than it took to read the story.

You point at and name all the things:

Lighthouse, bridges, spooky castle, where the giants live, unicorns, pirate ship, x marks the spot, sea dragon, volcano. And you ask who lives in the cave at least 3 times per viewing. The first time I asked you who lives there you said “I don’t know. Maybe…a raccoon” which I think is a great guess.

Oh, and it snowed! You got to try sledding for the first time and loved it. But didn’t last long since you refused to wear mittens and kept picking up chunks of snow/ice to eat.

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trickshooting · 1 year

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Harou suddenly finds himself squeezed into an impossibly strong hug as Calem manifests to bring forth confusion and chaos. "HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAYYYYY!!!"

Harou was gonna flip whoever was hugging him over, until of course he heard their voice...or rather, his voice! It was Calem! "Mpph! Hm-mph!" Harou tried to speak, wiggling a bit against the bigger man a bit, to worm his face out. "Ah! Calem! You remembered???" Harou probably mentioned his birthday just once, and that one time? Well, he didn't think Calem would've remembered. "Hehe! Yeah! Its my birthday! Thank you!"

#acalculatedfuture #ic: harou #Kalos Harou Verse

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averagetiger · 2 years

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Babies Deserve Custom T-Shirts and Apparel Too!

Here is a clear announcement: parents love their own children. Ask any parent and they'll inform you that their child is unique, special, amazing, amazing, and so on. A mother's face lights up at the opportunity to gloat about her baby, and nothing produces a father happier than discussing his child's achievements. A excellent way for parents to show their pride is to create custom apparel to their own babies, toddlers and young children. Nobody knows their baby like they perform, so instead of buying yet another plain one piece out of the department store, why not create a custom made outfit that shows off babies' identity.

Employing an internet custom tshirt printing company, parents, grandparents, friends and also siblings can customize bodysuits, hoodies, t shirts, bibs, blankets and much more. Many websites today contain special effects such as glitter or flocking to enhance personal layouts. Once a personalized tshirt or accessory was arranged, it could be customized at home using decorative thread, sequins, and lots of accessories readily utilized in craft stores. Here are a few fantastic ideas I've put together for assessing baby clothes.

For Your PROUD PARENTS

Parents expect their kids will reflect their best qualities, therefore why don't you highlight baby's features with a tee shirt or even a brand new bib? Take it a step farther by ordering dad a shirt that simply says"old block" - that concept creates a excellent gift for dads day or xmas. Yet another of my favorites is"cute like mommy, drools like daddy" which may be ideal to get a bib or even a blanket. Proud parents also delight in making tshirts that show how much they really love their own kid; it's very simple to produce a custom"mommy's favorite girl" or perhaps a"dad's little fighter" top notch. The first time parents may also have fun with shirts such as"my mom is crazy and she has me to thank" or"I made daddy bald like me"

Straight back again to one of my initial things: every child is exclusive! If it's the baby is smiley and happy, a wiggle worm, crawling before his peers, grabbing everything in sight, either constantly ingestion, or you name it - custom t-shirts can help them express their style before they learn what to express themselves. With so many colours and types of apparel available, creating custom services and products for babies and toddlers may be fun and versatile.

A complete case in point is putting baby in a shirt which features a picture of a bottle also says"I beverage'til I pass " If designing for a cute baby boy, maybe a shirt which says"girls dig chubby thighs" or even"lock up your daughters" will be fitting. Yet another bothersome, albeit funny thing babies do would be shed their clothes. Whether this behavior sounds familiar, maybe an"I'd rather be naked" shirt would find a grin from additional savvy parents. If you find yourself constantly amused by what your baby does, take a cue from the comedy world and create a blanket or shirt with a microphone that says"thankyou personally, I'm here all night!"

FOR THOSE SPECIAL OCCASIONS

One of the easiest methods to personalize baby shirts is by simply remembering every one babies'"firsts" - first xmas, 1st birthday, etc.. A coordinated parent may cause custom apparel as little as a week in advance and have it ready for your occasion. Not only is it interesting for your baby to get now, it is also going to make a wonderful keepsake. When it's time for baby to spend their first night in the home, many parents will ask grandparents . This is a significant step up parenting and an honor for grand parents, and why not commemorate the occasion with a personalized t shirt.

Yet another momentous occasion for parents and small children is that the addition of another baby. An excellent solution to surprise family members is by simply making a top for your child who says"I will be a major sister/brother." This is likely to make your old child feel special and also help make them enthused about using a sibling. Whenever you're prepared to make your pregnancy statement, have your child wear the top for a fun and unique show.

#Partner Outfit #Partnerlook Pärchen

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winstonta · 3 years

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#today would have been Lacey’s 15th birthday #it’s been just over six months since she left this world #she was such an incredibly sweet girl #Happy Birthday Wiggle Worm #you are very much missed my little sister #I love dogs #animals make me happy #and occasionally very sad

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dykesprentiss · 5 years

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when theyre gardening and deposit every worm they find into your tender hands....thats Love baby

#jane prentiss #worm tw #feeding the stranger #sitting on the ground and playing with some wiggle boys for 25 minutes....true n unbridled happiness #im in Love....my birthday is Tomorrow...im Worms.....effervescent #anyway yeah my avatarsona is literally just exactly jane but with earthworms instead....love that for me #dont worry i put them all back v sweetly and blew them a kiss goodbye

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chimielie · 2 years

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mine, all mine

summary: Suna x Reader. think abt suna -> appreciate suna -> love suna -> cry over suna

word count: 1k exactly

cw: so much fluff and love and sweetness. it's GROSS!!!

a/n: tumblr tried to destroy this bc they hate love and joy or whatever but hopefully it works this time around. enjoy <3 hbd rintarō

The day opens like this: light, fluffy comforter trapping in the heat just perfectly, mouth dry with sleep, you, one arm thrown over him, curled up to him so close you’re nearly on top of him. There’s a contented noise trapped in his chest, one he fears letting out in case it wakes you.

His efforts prove useless, though, as your eyes blink slowly open, lashes fluttering as you smile and stretch up to wiggle your butt in the air, the blanket sliding a little with the movement. He watches all with sleepy-eyed fondness, eyes nearly fluttering back closed when you push up over him and kiss him on the mouth. Maybe another day he’d press his lips tightly shut and tease you for being such a sap first thing in the morning, insist on the importance of oral hygiene and try to brush your teeth for you just so he could hold your face still and kiss you on the nose when you complain that he missed a spot. Honestly, it doesn’t sound all that unappealing now, either, but this morning he’s too in love to joke around; today, he just wants to indulge.

When you break apart, you hover less than an inch away, little puffs of air hitting his face as you grin, pure and unadulterated happiness shining out of your every pore and lighting up his world. Without warning, he wraps his arms around you and rolls the two of you over so you’re on your back, pinned down by a big bear hug.

“Ugh,” he says to the top of your head. “You’re so cute, how are you so cute?” Your response is muffled cursing into the fabric of his hoodie and a weak attempt at worming your arms around him to reciprocate. He pulls back, and you gasp for breath, holding on to him when he collapses again just to bury his face into your neck. Ridiculous, your boy is. Ridiculous.

In protest of his actions, you pet his hair gently and poke the nearest piece of him you can get with your toes. He lets out a sound amazingly similar to a purr and you dig your fingers into his scalp, laughing when he presses a sloppy kiss to your neck and trying unsuccessfully to pull him up so you can kiss him — on the lips — again.

Once the two of you have managed to pull yourselves out of your little slice of cloud-soft heaven and into the kitchen, you wearing his shorts and him wearing a blanket like a cape, the eternal dilemma of breakfast presents itself. Leftover coffee cake comes in lead, split between the two of you and tasting incongruously like ambrosia. His nectar is black coffee, just a little sugar stirred in, and yours is the spill of sunshine over the countertops and hardwood. Even though it’s still winter, the sun always seems to come out for Rintarō’s birthday.

You’re in the seat next to him, but it must still be too far, because he hooks his foot around the leg of your chair and pulls you close with a screeching, scraping noise. You yelp and slam your drink down, the liquid sloshing around in the mug and onto the table, bracing your hands on his shoulder and thigh. You want to call him an asshole, but there’s self-satisfied laughter ringing in your ears and you drop your forehead onto his shoulder instead, not even pinching him for his behavior.

“You spoil me,” he murmurs, lifting a forkful of cake to your lips. He takes altogether too much pleasure in being a contradiction, even when the paradox is this sweet.

You’re getting dressed when he pops his head through the neck hole of his Black T-shirt #23984 and says, “A little birdie told me there’s a surprise party happening for someone’s special day today.” You whip your head around to look at him, and the image is nearly picture-worthy. Half-clothed and expression a perfect mixture of anger, confusion, and shock, he wants to put you in a museum. You probably wouldn’t like that, he surmises, guess he’ll have to keep you all to himself.

“Who spoiled it?” You complain, and he grins, stepping over the pile of his pajamas on the floor to smooth his hands up your sides, holding up your next article of clothing when you’re finished with the current one. “Was it Atsumu? Big-mouthed—”

“Baby, lovely,” he coos, “Ow! Don’t pinch me, I’m the birthday boy—” you pinch him again. “Fine, I deserved that. And of course it was Atsumu.”

“Figures,” you chew on your lower lip. “Oh, well. Surprise?” He wraps his arms around you and sways the both of you slowly. It’s not weird, he justifies to himself. There’s music playing, his lo-fi playlist set to low on the speaker. People do weird things when they’re in love, anyway. Yeah.

“I’ll scream when they come in,” he says, “I’ll act really good.”

“Well,” you correct absentmindedly, “And you’re cool with it?”

“With what?”

“The party,” you pull back, anxiety creasing your brow. He wants to kiss it away, until the only emotion he can see in those pretty eyes is lovedrunkness. That sounds nice. “I know you don’t like anything big, usually, but I thought it’d be nice — it’s been a while — there’s other things, too, quieter things—”

“It’s cool,” he reassures you. “It’s great. Atsumu will knock the cake out of Osamu’s hands before they even come in, Sakusa will slap Atsumu at least once, Komori will trip trying to dance, Washio’ll, whistle instead of sing, I don’t know, whatever Washio does. It’ll be fun. ‘Cause you planned it.”

“Good,” you sigh, taking his hand and lifting it to your face. “Good. I love you.”

“I know,” he grins.

“Brat,” you kiss him softly, no tongue, his eyes fluttering shut as he leans into you. “The day’s all yours. Make the most of it.”

He will. Because he loves you. Simple as that.

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