#birthday prompts

[arialerendeair]

King!Dream and Knight!Hob! All the feels you can fit in that bad boy! Angst, pining, whump, whatever floats your boat! Spicy times if the spirit moves you!

THESE TWO ARE EVERYTHING TO ME AND I LOVE THEM, BECAUSE THERE'S SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS IT CAN GO. BUT HERE IS ONE OF THEM!!

~!~

There's, of course, the Knight Hob who has been working his way into the position, is FIERCELY loyal to his king, and becoming a member of his Kingsguard is everything he has ever wanted in his entire life. It's an honor and a pleasure (even though it makes him ache, soul-deep, as he realizes how lonely his King is, how much the crown weighs on him, and how much everyone demands from him, and how the King denies himself to meet the needs of others).

They get closer and closer, because Hob isn't befitting a Consort, even as Dream himself (his King had insisted, whispering, demanding, that he use his given name, because save for his Niece, his Heir, no one else did, and Hob hadn't been able to resist the quiet plea in those words), picks an Heir and protects their Kingdom and continues to rule alone. So though he cannot rule by Dream's side, Hob does everything he can to support Dream, every day.

Sometimes that includes dismissing the other guards to ensure the King can take a bath in peace. Sometimes it includes ensuring the fire is extra built up on the coldest nights and the warmest of furs have made their way onto Dream's bed. He loves his King (because of course he loves Dream), and there is nothing he wouldn't do to ensure that his King was happy. Absolutely nothing. He would give anything, everything, to ensure the happiness of his King.

And that includes his own life.

When an attempt is made on Dream's life, when the crossbow bolt is pointed at him from across the hall, Hob is stepping up and into it, without a second's thought. It tears through his shoulder, sinking deep into the flesh, and Hob's last thought is that he hopes he dies, not because he wants to die (far from it - he never wants to die), but because he will no longer be able to protect his King with an injury like this and that is worse, so much worse.

When the world goes black around him, Hob doesn't hear the shout from his King, or the explosion of furious magic that follows, nor the soft as satin hands that are touching the area around where the bolt is buried in his skin.

When he wakes, a great deal of time has passed, and even still, Hob is exhausted, and he's already wondering if he has been dismissed to a medical room befitting his station when he forces his eyes open and is surprised to recognize the King's Chambers. A few belated seconds later has him realizing that not only is he in the King's chambers, but he is in the King's bed, and his heart jumps into his throat, because the King, Dream, is sitting beside him in bed, reading by the light of the candle beside the bed.

He shifts, just enough to alert Dream and wide blue eyes dart down to stare at him, and then it is a scramble of hastily whispered words to hold still, and then Dream is holding a cup of water to his lips for him to sip from. Just that is exhausting, but his throat no longer feels on fire, and Dream, beautiful, perfect Dream, is still watching him, afraid.

"You mustn't ever do that again," Dream orders, his voice soft, but shaking. "Never. You were nearly lost to us."

Hob smiles despite himself, because the King's demand is a foolish one. "A worthy sacrifice to keep you safe, my King." He's surprised when Dream's face crumples in return and his hand is taken, cradled oh-so-carefully, and pulled closer. "Dream? Why-"

"You were nearly lost to ME," Dream growls, pressing a desperate kiss to Hob's palm. "I cannot lose you. I cannot." Another desperate kiss to the warm skin against his lips, before he meets his knight's eyes once more.

Hob's breath has caught and he is staring at his King with wide, shocked eyes. He strokes his fingertips down the length of Dream's cheek, before tracing the swell of his lower lip, marveling at the allowance, that Dream has not moved, nor denied him. "Dream."

Dream's breath leaves him in a heaving rush. "Never again would I have you hear me address me as my title. My given name has never sounded right until it fell from your lips, and I would hear it every time you address me henceforth." He pauses, breathing deep. "I have no desire to be a King to you, Hob, not any longer. I wish to be something far more dear, and I will not wait until death has stolen you from my arms to make you mine."

The smile that grows on his face is wide and shocked, happy and stunned all at once. Though there are many more words to be spoken, plans to be made, there is perhaps only one thing that matters in that moment, and Hob takes the excruciating amount of effort required to lift his hand, place it on the back of Dream's neck, to pull him into a kiss.

"That is a command I am happy to obey, my Dream."

#Aria Posts #Aria Answers #aralezinspace #Dreamling #Birthday Prompts #These are late and I have a pile of them but I'm working on it! #ALSO THE LONGING IN THIS ONE IS SO FUCKING REAL

[novelbear]

some cute birthday scenarios

bc it's my birthday 🥳🎂

written

baking a birthday cake together

or one baking a surprise birthday cake for the other

getting peppered in celebratory kisses the minute you wake up

telling them "happy birthday" constantly throughout the day to show them how special they are

surprising them with a bouquet of flowers

writing them a song, painting them a picture, or making a gift out of any hobbies the s/o may have

giving them the same amount of kisses as the age they're turning (ex: turning 19 = 19 kisses)

^ that could also apply to smaller gifts leading up to one huge one at the end of the day

listing the # reasons why they love them based on their age, and maybe one extra one just bc <3 (ex: turning 19 = 19 reasons i love u)

maybe they're long distance and send them a whole package of their favorite things

or preparing a cute video message with cute effects and an outpour of love

knowing it's awkward to sing happy birthday to them, so instead they find another alternative (dancing, finding an audio, playing it with an instrument)

dragging them out to every restaurant or store to get the free drinks or birthday benefits

making sure everyone knows that it's their lover's birthday

taking a bit of icing off the cake and putting it on their cheek

hugs. hugs. and lots more hugs.

dialogue

"thank you for being born."

"the world wouldn't be this bright without you, you know?"

"happy birthday, my love."

"GUYS IT'S THEIR BIRTHDAY! EVERYONE SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY."

"i'm sorry did you just call my birthday my 'womb escape'??"

"you remembered?"

"i have a surprise..."

"you deserve to have the best day ever."

"put the icing DOWN."

"you're so special."

"hey, watch it. it's their birthday."

"if i hear the word 'birthday' one more time-"

"you didn't have to do anything..." "but i wanted to."

"i hope to celebrate many more with you like this."

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[i-heart-slashers]

hi!! can i please request yandere! steve harrington with prompts "my perfect little doll is what you are.”

+ "you look so pretty tied up like this"? thank you so much! your writing is exquisite 💋

Hi! Thank you for reading and requesting. Sorry it took so long but I hope you like it!

"my perfect little doll is what you are.” + "you look so pretty tied up like this"

Pairings: Yandere!Steve Harrington x GN!Reader

Warning(s): yandere, stalker, violence, death, obsession, blood mentioned, abduction.

He'd seen you. He'd fallen for you, and now he wanted you.

You think to yourself that you should have seen this coming, but honestly, there were no signs that Steve Harrington, or King Steve, as you remember him before his downfall, was anything other than a good guy.

He waved to you in the halls and helped you if you were doing something outside of school. Once, he even helped your mom into the house with groceries.

Maybe that's how he got a key to the house.

All those times that he'd randomly popped up out of nowhere didn't seem so innocent now. The amount of times you'd go home to find him helping out one of your parents with some chore they just happened to need help with.

Groceries, lawn mowing, cleaning the pool out… He was always there and somehow always knew that they needed a helping hand.

It was that first moment of his helpfulness that your parents were taken by his charm and nudged you with a wink as they nodded in his direction, clearly thinking about some kind of relationship setup.

You, however, didn't reciprocate the same admiration for Steve. His fall from King was swift and brutal, but you still remember how he had been—a jerk and a cruel one.

Nevertheless, you gave him the benefit of the doubt, knowing people could change. Steve had changed; he took in the younger kids and made a best friend in Robin. They were a group of social outcasts compared to the one pristine pedestal Steve had been used to.

Maybe it was the polite smiles you had given him or the way you allowed him to linger after he had struck up a conversation. You had a feeling Steve had gotten the wrong idea.

Waving it off in lieu of hanging out with your friends, you could help but notice something niggled at you whenever you caught him glancing in your direction.

You should have listened to your gut instinct.

"my perfect little doll is what you are," Steve whispers in your ear as he adjusts the clothing that he had forced you to change into in front of him shortly after entering your home.

All you could do was sob behind the tape over your mouth, knowing that just a floor under your bedroom, your parents were taking their last breaths from the brutal onslaught Steve had inflicted on them.

His good neighborly act ensured they never saw it coming; he even whistled as he attacked them. Seeing him walk back into your room with a calm smile while covered in blood was something you never thought you would witness.

"you look so pretty tied up like this," He whispered, kissing your cheek as he tugged on the rope that bound your arms and legs before he picked you up and forced you out of your home.

He'd stalked you. He loves you, and now… he has you.

#steve harrrington stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington yandere #yandere #horror #horror slashers #slashers #reader insert #yandere x reader #yandere prompts #birthday prompts #prompt challenge #dark fics #tw yandere #male yandere #yandere stranger things #steve harrington x reader #horror baby birthday #gender neutral insert #x reader

[scealaiscoite]

Hi 👋

Could you make some birthday promts?

Thank you

— “you remembered?!”¹ “what kind of question is that? of course i did!”²

— “okay, close your eyes and i’ll give you your present.”

— “i’m warning you now, if at any stage today i walk into a party of any kind i’m turning around and leaving.”

— “come on, blow out your candles!”

— “god, i’m really starting to feel old.”

— “thank you so much. for all of this.”

— “shush, i don’t want to hear it. you deserve all of this and more, so don’t you dare try and convince yourself or me otherwise.”

— “it’s your day! you have to have some idea of how you want to spend it.”

— “would you believe me if i said i just want to spend the day with you?”

— “a candlelit picnic on the beach? have i swallowed a romance novel? wait- have you?!”

— “oh god, are you crying? please don’t cry, i didn’t think the gift was that bad- “

— “i’ve never eaten so much cake in my life.”

— “this is the best present i could’ve ever asked for.”

— “come on, it’s your birthday! you can party as hard or as little as you like.”

— “is it too late for a birthday kiss?”

#prompts #birthday prompts #birthday writinf prompts #fluff prompts #prompt list #writing prompts #writing exercise #soft prompts #fluff #dialogue prompts #fluff writing prompts #rp meme #otp prompts #imagine your otp

[hey-hamlet]

Earth was so very blue. It glittered the jewel set in his mother's crown - a jewel called a sapphire his father had... well, appropriated, from that very planet. Izuku adored earth and all the weird lifeforms on it - it was why he'd snuck off planet to visit.

Snuck implied his father wasn't totally aware of where he was, and the king did very much know his only son had used the teleporter meant for diplomats to travel to earth. His mother, however, had no idea, which was mostly because he'd picked today for his first visit to Earth to avoid her. Not that she'd done anything wrong! It was just - it was his 15th cycle, the day he'd be the official crown prince of the whole planet. The celebrations were over but he was expected to laise with other royals from his planet or others and he really, really didn't want to. He didn't want to spend the day being called a pathetic runt, no matter how politely they managed it.

The last time someone from the Interstellar Support Alliance had visited Earth had been a little after they had landed on their planet's moon. It was protocol to assess a planet after their first trip to space, to see what kind of people they were. They had landed on their moon with a level of technology below what any other planet had managed and they looked like they'd be making contact with the ISA sometime soon, but they never had.

The last time his father had been to earth, about 190 years ago, he'd noted the dominant sentient species had developed a wide variety of powers with little consistency in the nature of these powers. They'd taken the arrival of these abilities with less civil unrest than expected, which had been on the line of civilisation ending, and used them to save each other. It was amazing.

Izuku adored studying other species, loved to work through their abilities and how they could be used to better his home, their homes, and the whole system of planets part of the ISA. His mother had used some of his idea's too, and they had worked, just like he'd thought! Earth, however, had thousands, millions of these abilities, each stranger than the rest.

Izuku stopped in front of a building shaped like one of the characters from one of the more common languages. UA. Not shaped like either a U, or an A, but who was Izuku to judge. (a prince, but given that he was a prince of a planet he wasn't even sure Earth was aware of, it didn't really mean much). He was supposed to step up his diplomatic training for the next 5 cycles before he'd be assigned to the council for however many cycles it took for his mother to decide he was ready for her to step down. His father, while very excited to take his wife to the many planets he'd visited (some legally, even!) was sympathetic to his desperate need to avoid most of his tutors.

He'd mostly grasped what a 'high school' was, and 3 years of off planet education wasn't out of the ordinary for people on his planet with extra money to throw around. Off planet education on a world that didn't have interstellar travel wasn't, but. Well.

They had super powers. Sue him.

#i like this au its fun actually #do send asks about it #out of this world au #bnha au #birthday prompts #my fic #bnha

[improbable-outset]

★ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯: 𝘉𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴

A birthday special prompt from me as it’s my 21st birthday :3 reminder that my blog is 18+ so pls have an age in your bio before following.

˃ ❝Guys, no fighting please. It’s my birthday, come on.❞

˃ ❝Hey hey, not crying on your birthday. Please.❞

˃ ❝Thank you for being born.❞

˃ ❝No, you’re not doing any work on your birthday. Okay?❞

˃ ❝It’s a surprise!❞

˃ ❝Well I didn’t think I would be fighting for my life like this on my birthday.❞

˃ ❝I’m glad you exist.❞

˃ ❝I saw you staring at it at the store so I thought this would be the right moment to get it for you.❞

˃ ❝Getting older makes me sad❞

˃ ❝If I hear the word 'birthday' one more time-❞

˃ ❝I never liked celebrating my birthday.❞

˃ ❝You did this all for me?❞/❝Of course, you deserve to have the best day.❞

˃ ❝I fucking hate my birthday.❞

˃ ❝Hurry up and eat so you can open your presents!❞

˃ ❝You plan a damn good party, I’ll give you that.❞

˃ ❝You remembered?❞

˃ ❝Why didn’t you tell us it was your birthday.❞ / ❝Because I literally hate celebrating my birthday.❞

#fluff prompts #dialogue prompt #fic prompt #story prompt #writing prompt #writing prompts #prompts #birthday prompts #birthday fic #fluff writing #otp prompts #★— ayrus writes

[hayleysprompts]

Birthday Prompt List

As it is my birthday soon, I thought why not write a prompt list. Enjoy, if you use these please tag me in them as I would love to read your fics.  SCENARIO  1. Giving handmade gifts  2. Surprising them with their favourite flowers 3. Making sure everyone know’s it is your special day  4. Birthday breakfast in bed  5. Long distance birthday  6. Spending the day doing your favourite things 7. Surprise party  8. Baking a cake for you  9. Baby Cake Smash  10. Taking you on a spa break  11. Celebrating with all your loved ones  12. Themed birthday party  13. Family day  14. Cute message video for your birthday  15. Active birthday day  16. Spending the day at a theme park  17. Dinner  18. Giving you all his attention 19. A weekend away  20. Proposing to you  21. Girls trip for the weekend  22. Surprising you at work  23. Announcing you are together on your birthday  24. Thinking they’d forgotten your birthday 25. They had planned out the entire day with your favourite things (e,g, food)~ 26. Acting fake surprised for your birthday because you had overheard  27. Getting free drinks all day  28. Making a cute post about you on instagram  29. being sad because you are getting all old  30. Feeling so incredibly loved  31. Any idea - (you send me an idea) 

DIALOGUE  1. “I thought you had forgotten”  2. “Giving birth on my birthday wasn’t what I had planned, but this is the best present I could ever ask for”  3. “You did all this for me”  4. “You got this for me, I can’t believe it”  5. “Give Mummy her present”  6. “Thank you for making my day so special” 7. “Happy birthday beautiful” 8. “You have really thought of everything today” 9. “I’m surrounded by all of my favourite people” 10. “The best day ever” 11. “I hate my birthday”  12. “Getting older makes me sad” 13. “You got me a puppy, no way”  14. “That was one crazy party, we are going to suffer tomorrow”  15. “I couldn’t have asked for a better day”  16. “Mummy I made you a present”  17. “I hope you like it” “why wouldn’t I?” 18. “You really thought I would forget, shh never”  19. “Someone is hungover for their birthday”  20. “This is my favourite place, I love it here”

#hayleyspromptlists #prompt list #birthday prompts #writing prompt #writing prompts #writing fic

[pearlypairings]

Also a cool lil fact.... I have exactly 12 different birthday prompt asks (yay!) to fulfill and my birthday is the 12th.

That's like cosmic creativity blessings for writing ✨

#birthday prompts #writing prompts #busy weekend of ficlet/drabble writing #bc it's fun!

[nonagesimus]

Birthday Prompt 3 - Damian and Tim reluctant bonding

Prompted by @vvienne

“I can’t believe you hit the wrong button.”

“If you were half as smart as you think you are it wouldn’t have been the wrong button.”

Tim pinched the bridge of his nose and fought back a surge of fury. It had been a long time since Damian's last attempt at actually harming him. They were supposed to be on better terms. It didn't matter how infuriating the kid was, he was not about to start a brawl with a ten-year-old. Even if said ten-year-old had taken Tim's half-aware tirade while he puzzled through the Riddler's latest test as gospel and dove directly for what turned out to be very much the wrong button. It could be worse. It could've been one of those tests that spawned a bunch of robots they had to fight, or one that had started the countdown on a bomb, or one that would've dropped a bucket of paint on them.

Instead they were just stuck in a shipping container together, and so far they hadn't been able to find any indication it was something they could open from the inside, so they'd had to request help on comms.

Steph had laughed for nearly a full minute before saying she was in the middle of planting some bugs in the Iceberg Lounge but she'd be over as soon as she was done.

So, ok, maybe it couldn't get worse.

Tim had sat down in a corner at the far end of the container from where Damian was pacing, giving him as much space as possible. He wasn't sure if it was doing much—He didn't think much was going to help until they had an exit. It was something at least. Damian's hood was up, shadowing his face, and every movement he made was sharp and angry.

"We're fine," he pointed out. "There isn't even a screen in here. If Riddler was planning on doing anything he'd want to brag about it. No screen, no bragging, no trouble.”

"That's not the point," Damian snapped. "We were bested by Nygma. That's simply pathetic."

The sentiment wasn't lost on Tim, but he could admit that was probably ego rather than sense. Riddler was a pain in the ass, but the fact that he was a pain was a point in favour of him actually being pretty good at his job. Regrettable, but true. There was a reason he'd checked in with Steph first when it came to getting a rescue; she'd be able to get through the puzzles faster than most bats, and while she'd make fun of them far longer than would feel appropriate, there wasn't the same burn to failing in front of her that Tim would feel if it were Dick or Jason. Or, God forbid, Bruce.

Or at least it felt that way to Tim. Maybe Damian wouldn't agree.

He watched the kid pace for a few more minutes before he said, "Would you have preferred I call someone other than Batgirl?"

Damian sniffed. "Her skills may be adequate in this area specifically." It was about as big a compliment as Tim had ever heard Damian give. He'd have to tell Steph once they had a moment to themselves. "The other Batgirl, however, would be more discrete."

Ah. That tracked.

"You know what they're like," Tim said. "They tell each other everything."

It was even odds if Cass would've ended up calling in Steph herself anyway. She wasn't bad at puzzles when she tried, but she didn't have much patience for them. Especially wordplay, which Riddler loved.

"Tt."

That made Tim feel like he might've scored a point. Probably not the way he should be thinking about the conversation.

"I figured she was the least likely to tell B," he said, baldly.

Damian's eyes flashed towards him. "You're trying to hide your failure from my father?"

"First of all," Tim said, "The failure is both of ours. Secondly, yeah, I really am."

"You should learn to face your shortcomings directly, Drake," Damian said.

Tim, politely, didn't call him out on the use of his name. "Ok, you can tell him what happened."

Damian's scowl deepened for a long moment before he said, "Have it your way."

He starting pacing again without saying anything else, so Tim just leant back further against the wall, tipping his head to rest against it. Thought about closing his eyes, but dismissed it. Even if it had been a while, that felt like taking being vulnerable in front of Damian to a new, idiotic level. Instead he briefly checked in with Batgirl and just got a double tap that indicated she'd acknowledged his message but couldn't talk. Probably still in the Iceberg Lounge, then. For a lack of anything better to so he dug around in his utility belt until he found a little bag of trail mix so he could at least snack.

When he realised Damian was watching him, he held the bag out.

"Want some?"

Damian did nothing for a moment—apparently giving it the same amount of consideration that Tim had given shutting his eyes—before stomping over and grabbing a couple of dried cranberries.

Tim considered calling him out for only taking the best bits, before ultimately deciding they didn't have the kind of relationship where that would be taken as teasing, and said, "You should sit. We're gonna be here until Batgirl finishes up."

The kid scowled into middle distance for a moment before dropping gracefully into a cross-legged position.

"Do you really think you'll be able to hide this from Father?" he asked, apropos of nothing, several long a silent minutes later.

"Eh," Tim said. "If he looks into it he'll probably figure it out, so the main goal is to keep him from thinking he needs to look into it. But it's not like it'll be the first time I've lied to Batman."

Damian fixed him with an intense gaze, leaned towards him so far he rocked forwards a little, and said, "Tell me how."

#dc fic #batfam fic #damian wayne #tim drake #my fic #birthday prompts

[freddieslater]

HEY, it is my BIRTHDAY so send me some characters and I will give you my headcanons on how they spend their birthday. (If you have a special one in mind, like 16, 18, 21, 25, etc. include it in the ask!)

#ignore me while i ramble #prompts #birthday prompts #how old are ya?? I’m 20! 🎉

[arialerendeair]

Happy birthday once again!!!

For lil' drabble ideas, consider this: Hob works at one of those topless/bikini kind of coffee shops (maybe a guy version, so the outfits are scantily short shorts and leather harnesses or maybe he's the token guy at a bikini one so he goes and takes orders from guys that make his coworkers feel unsafe or something)

Dream, who just got a new job and needs a new coffee shop that's on his commute, tries this one out on Desire's recommendation (he should have known, in hindsight.) He goes once (doesn't get Hob this time around) but the coffee is genuinely delicious. And cheaper than others around. So Dream comes back. And then he finally gets Hob and he knows, after seeing how the (bikini top/harness/nothing?) looks on his glorious pelt of chest hair and how warm and inviting his smile is, Dream knows he can't ever go elsewhere.

And if the other baristas notice the largest tips from the hot goth twink always go to Hob, they'll never tell. But they do always make sure Hob's there to take his order instead.

I think my favorite thing about this is that Dream is initially like, "Meh whatever, they have good coffee" and then Hob shows up and BAM.

And Hob is that guy who started doing this to make a couple of extra bucks at school, nothing meant to be long term, and certainly nothing meant to be serious. He doesn't mind the lycra shorts that almost have his asscheeks hanging out, nor the fact that he's got a little bit of love handles hanging over the waistband. Nor does he mind the top/harness thing they're supposed to wear It's kinky, of course, but it doesn't phase him in the slightest.

He spent his entire sophomore college year sleeping with anyone (guy, girl, or otherwise) who looked at him sideways so he knows that despite not being conventionally attractive to some he's wanted by his fair share of people Hob's the type who loves people, so fucking much, and having a job where he gets to cater to that love, and to give people a bit of a show in turn? Well, that's heaven if he ever saw it.

So he keeps the harness as his shoulders broaden and the shorts get a little bit tighter as he goes from scrawny college student to someone closer to their thirties than their twenties, and then someone in his thirties. Hob is well-aware that he has a specific clientele that comes in for him (determined to sit in his section, at least, when he's not working the register) - a handful of middle aged ladies who sport a permanent blush in the shop, a few younger boys who want something that he won't give them, and others who don't give a damn about the overall experience of the shop, they just want coffee.

(The people desperate for their coffee fix are Hob's favorites.)

Which is precisely how Hob meets the wraith of a man he starts calling his Stranger. The man, prior to his coffee, seems to have a permanent scowl etched on his face, but there's this LOOK he gets, after he takes his sip and tips his head back just a fraction that Hob... well. He's certainly not immune to it, and sometimes he's damn glad for the counter between them. It takes more than a dozen meetings where his Stranger just stares blearily at him as he dutifully recites his order, but then It happened.

It was June 7th. It was a Wednesday. It was moderately cloudy outside. Hob was tired. The waistband on his shorts was going, and the harness today was not sitting right no matter what he did. He tugged at it impatiently as he typed in his Stranger's order and heard a sharp, pointed intake of breath. When he looks up, his Stranger is staring at him, and the clear lust in his eyes is enough to have Hob ready to vault over the counter.

There's one beat, two, before his Stranger clears his throat and offers his credit card. Hob takes it and nearly drops it when his Stranger licks his bloody lips and then bites one, all without looking away from where the harness is digging into his skin more than it should be. Hob swipes the card, not wanting the moment to end, but he is at work, and well. The people who looked at him like this weren't ones he usually wanted to devour alive.

He hands the card back and their fingertips brush, and Hob prays he isn't imagining both of them shivering. There's a moment, both of them still staring, and fuck he's going to have to duck into the back room because these shorts really are TIGHT and don't leave anything to the imagination...

"Will..." His Stranger's voice is insanely deep on a good day, but now it sounds half strangled and Hob wants nothing more than to hear it when it's because the man has had his cock down his throat and... he really needed to not think that at work.

"Will you be here, later? I'd like..." His Stranger paused, considering. "To sit at a table in your section."

How the hell a relatively innocent question sounded precisely like a proposition, he had no idea, but his Stranger had managed it. Well-aware that his face was bright red, Hob manages to stammer out that yes, he will be working later, and his Stranger is welcome to one of the tables. He gets one more nod from his Stranger before the man is walking away and Hob knows he is staring at the not particularly substantial ass hungrily, because two of his coworkers make it a point to wolf whistle. Loudly.

Later, when his Stranger sits down with his computer and demands a bottomless cup of coffee, Hob wonders precisely what he is up to. It's only when he brings the check at the end of the night and his skin prickles over with the weight of the stare levelled at him, and his Stranger's hand settles over his as he puts the check down. Hob's heart is pounding as he watches his Stranger struggle for the words, starting and stopping several times over. Eventually, Hob has to save the man from himself, because he wants to climb him like a tree.

"If you're attempting to figure out how to proposition me, I get off work in thirty, I will keep my work uniform on under my clothes and we can go back to your place because I have a roommate and figure things out from there," Hob offered, cocking his hip as he leaned against the table. His forwardness pays off, because his Stranger's mouth drops open and his expression is RAVENOUS. Hob has never wanted to be devoured more.

A single nod is enough to have him grinning, bright and wide. He gives his Stranger a wink and runs his card, before going to clock out. If he made sure that his Stranger saw just how excited HE was as he walked away from the table, well.

No harm in making sure they were on the same page, after all!

#Aria Posts #Aria Answers #Dreamling #Birthday Prompts #kydrogendragon

[everlarkficprompts]

Happy Thanksgiving!

Hey! Happy thanksgiving! I am posting to wish you all a happy thanksgiving and to let you all know you can still send in prompt requests, and I was thinking of taking birthday requests, so if you request a prompt maybe a week before your/ a friend's birthday I think I could manage to get it out on your birthday! If your birthday has passed don't worry! I don't mind doing some late birthday prompts. I do plan on keeping my blog going for awhile so in future if you wish for a birthday prompt feel free to let me know in my prompt request box! I also accept photo prompts if you wish. Happy thanksgiving!

#hunger games #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #team peeta #prompt request #birthday prompts #thanksgiving

[i-heart-slashers]

“So, they’re a friend of yours? What did I say about talking to other people?” + “Don’t make me hurt you.” + “Say that one more time and I’ll make sure you can never walk again.”

Pairings: Boyfriend!Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): violence, posessive themes, obsession, subtle mentions of abuse, slight stalking.

It was just a harmless meet-up, or at least it was supposed to be.

College life hadn't been easy for you, not only did you have to work hard to get into a course that interested you but you also had to think of your boyfriend Billy who had no interest in going to any colleges, he instead had started working as a mechanic.

The problem was he seemed to hate every other person you made friends with. He hated when you talked about anyone else, especially if they were guys.

That was a problem in itself, especially when it came to group or paired projects in college. 

Since he got hurt back in high school in the fire at Starcourt, he's been a very distrustful person. Billy has expressed hatred for anyone who wasn't you; he became even more hateful and demanding. 

He treated you well, or as well as someone like Billy Hargrove is capable of, but he can be a little too possessive at times. 

Unfortunately, this is one of those times.

Your college professor had paired you up with Matthew Loomis; he was on the college football team. He wasn't known to be especially smart but was very sweet to girls.

So you planned to meet at the local diner to go over some work and plan your project. 

You had deliberately kept the information from Billy, knowing he would try to scare Matt away. It wasn't like you were purposely sneaking around behind Billy's back; you told him you would do some studying, and in a way, you were.

Matt had been nothing but a gentleman and had you laughing for hours; even as the sun went down and a blue tone surpassed the horizon, the two of you sat and hung out.

It was nice to speak with someone who didn't glare at every person who looked your way or grip your thigh threateningly when someone's eyes trail over your form.

Glancing at the clock in the diner, you gasped, seeing the time. You had been out for hours. You were lucky Billy hadn't stormed the town looking for you; maybe he'd gotten caught up working.

Matthew seemed confused by your sudden change in personality as he watched you pack up with your stuff speedily. "Whoa, wait!" He calls, scooting out of the booth and after you as you scuttle away, seeming nervous.

Holding your bag over your shoulder and textbooks to your chest, you swore, seeing just how late it had actually become. Matt pulls on your arm so you come to a stop in front of him as he looks at you in concern and confusion.

You were about to say something to him when a small orange light caught your eye from inside a very familiar car. Billy stared at you from inside the vehicle, taking another drag of his cigarette before throwing it out the window. 

"Oh no," You whispered, closing your eyes and hearing the car door creak open and slam shut. "You need to leave now. Quick," you said hastily as Matthew between you and the approaching Billy but didn't leave.

You try to erase the fear to leave your voice as you turn to smile at your stony expression boyfriend. 

"Hey Billy," There was a slither of fear that accidentally slipped into your tone, which Matt apparently was quick to pick up on as he narrowed his eyes at the greeting.

Billy's stern expression doesn't change as he slips his arm around your waist, watching Matt like a viper ready to strike. "Billy, this is Matt" You introduce them hoping to ease the tension.

"So, they're a friend of yours? What did I say about talking to other people?" Billy says, turning his shocking blue eyes to look at you as if scolding you like a child.

"It's just for school. We have to do a project together," You say weakly, pulling your bag over your shoulder tighter as both look at you, Matt in concern, whereas Billy's blue eyes are glaring.

"Doesn't look like that from where I was sat." Billy hisses, and you gulp, knowing he must have been watching the two of you for a while before you even realized the time.

Matt scoffed when he realized it, too, his face pinched in disbelief. "What, you stalk your own girl or something?" He glances at you, but you quickly turn your head.

"Why you into her or something" Billy laughs almost cruelly. "Oh, you are, and you thought this would be your way in? Take her to some diner, give her some sweet talk, and hope she falls for you?" 

Matt doesn't correct him but turns to face you. "Why are you with him? He obviously doesn't respect you. You deserve better than this piece of crap. I can treat you better". 

"Don't make me hurt you." Billy hisses, taking off his denim jacket and thrusting it into your arms as you try and call him off, trying to get his attention and herd him back to his car.

"Billy, let's just go," You plead but get shoved aside as your boyfriend tries to intimidate your classmate, the same one that just revealed to your extremely jealous and possessive boyfriend that he is into you.

"Why don't you let me take you home? I don't want you getting into a car with him," Matt says, looking at you holding his hand out, ignoring Billy now as he tries to sway you.

"Say that one more time, and I'll make sure you can never walk again." Billy threatens, but you know better. That was a promise more than just an idle threat.

"You do look like the type that would hit a girl," Matt scoffed, and you could hear a pin drop in the sudden silence. That was the wrong thing to say to Billy. Especially knowing how his dad treated his mom before she left.

Only Matt didn't know that.

That was until Billy's balled-up fist made contact with his face, sending Matt to the floor, but he didn't stay there long. He got up to try and fight against Billy, though even being a stocky football player, he stood no chance.

"Billy, stop!" you try to step in but quickly stop seeing the look in your boyfriend's eyes. You just plead with him as your friend is beaten on increasingly. "Please!"

"Fucker" Billy spits at Matt, who is on the floor gasping in pain now, his face covered in blood, and you can do nothing to help him as Billy leans down to warn him, "You don't look in her direction again, got it?" 

"I said stop it, Billy!" You say, walking closer, holding his jacket tightly in your arms.

Billy quickly gets up and pins you against the car, covering your mouth as you sob. He snatches his jacket from your hands and slams it on top of the car as he pulls you over to see your friend. 

"This is what happens when someone tries to take what's mine," Billy hisses, holding you against his front with his hand covering your mouth tightly.

"Are you going to lie to me again?" You shake your head with tears dropping over Billy's hand before he presses a kiss against your head, whispering gravelly in your ear, "Good girl."

#horror #horror slashers #slashers #reader insert #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #birthday prompts #prompt challenge #dark fics #horror baby birthday #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #billy hargove imagine #possessive billy hargrove

[jmrothwell]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY(week) I am so behind on my dash pretend it's tuesday #1 - Person A is a grouch about birthdays so Person B decides to throw them a birthday party with just their pet(s) present for Willex plz and thank you!

(Also available on AO3)

Alex bit back his groan, as another coworker stopped by to wish him a Happy Birthday. As politely as he was able he replied with a brief thank you, his lips in a tight smile. He knew he should have taken the day off work. 

In theory, he didn’t hate birthdays. It was nice having a day dedicated to shower the people you care about in love and affection. In practice however. The unending attention from strangers and people you tried to regularly avoid; suddenly becoming the center of the universe and everyone's attention was just too much.

It got even more annoying when people would make it a bigger deal after he asked them not to. By the time lunch rolled around he was texting Willie about how he wished he had just called in sick today. With the way his anxiety was spiking and twisting his stomach he still might. 

And he still had to deal with whatever nonsense his friends came up with to celebrate. 

That wasn’t fair. He was just exhausted and letting his anxiety get the better of him. His friends were usually pretty good about considering what others wanted for their birthdays. Last year they’d all had a spa day, which he’d thoroughly enjoyed.

This year they had all been fairly tight-lipped. So he knew he was in for some sort of surprise.

As Alex approached his front door after work, he held his breath, shoulders tense. He hadn’t seen any extra cars outside, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have parked elsewhere or Ubered. The only reason he knew something was up was because Willie had double checked what time he was getting home. Like it changed that much.

With a deep breath Alex opened the door and was immediately ambushed by dogs of varying sizes. He immediately recognized David, his Irish Wolfhound. Soon after he could spot Dolly-Reggie’s Spaniel mix. 

Most of these dogs, however, weren’t familiar to him. He enthusiastically greeted them all the same. 

“Surprise!” Willie cheerily called out from where he sat on the couch. Alex looked around and couldn’t spot anyone else. Willie’s smile grew as he got up to wade through the small sea of dogs to pull Alex into a hug. 

“Hi,” Alex breathlessly greeted between kisses. “What is this?”

“Your birthday party.” Willie beamed as he pulled Alex to the couch, a good portion of the dogs following them. Dolly hopped up in their lap once they’d sat down. 

Alex chuckled as he helped a teacup yorkie up onto the couch. He kept the small animal close, it was so tiny he worried the larger dogs might trample it. “Whose dogs are these?”

“Well you already know David and Dolly.” Willie explained as he provided Dolly with ear scratches. “The rest are from either Carlos’s dog walking job, or various friends and family we asked.”

Alex hummed as he relaxed back into the couch, the exhaustion from his anxiety being ramped up all day solidly hitting him. He laughed out, “Where’s everyone else?”

“We figured we could do a group thing this weekend if you wanted.” Willie smiled as he shifted to sit on the floor to better play with the other dogs. “But I thought you sounded like you could use some good puppy therapy today.”

“Well, thank you.” Alex pressed a kiss to the top of Wilie’s head as he hugged him from behind. “This is a pretty perfect birthday party.”

#Birthday Prompts #willex #puppies #dogs #julie and the phantoms

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Izuku rediscovers magic and uses it to become hero

Izuku was falling.

Not metaphorically, but very literally falling from a terrifying height. Mizuchi had said it was tradition for a dragon's first flight but Mizuchi had been laughing at the way his face had paled when he'd plucked him off his back with his too-large teeth. Izuku was never trusting the river dragon again.

Against his better instincts, he closed his eyes, reaching inwards to his magic. It was about as panicked as he was, bubbling like a pot about to boil over. He didn't bother trying to calm it, he was kind of on a time crunch. Mizuchi didn't mean to kill him, but the dragon had a terrible idea of what killed a mortal and Izuku wasn't sure he'd ever covered 'falling from the cloud layer to the very hard ground below'.

The air whipping past him lashed at his clothes and sting his bare skin. A very harsh reminder he needed to figure this out before the ground hit him a whole lot harder.

Forcibly clearing his mind, Izuku focused on Mizuchi's instructions. He siphoned some of the bubbling panic in his chest through his system, twisting it's shape from panic-terror-annoyance to control-light-air. It was a weird shape, Izuku's magic naturally sat quite happily in what Kiyohime had described as sunlight-steady-growth, a much more earth natured leaning than anything that should be able to fly.

He'd never been fond of doing what he was meant to.

He wind felt softer, the sinking feeling in his bones was less, but izuku wasn't in control yet. He was still falling. He plastered an All Might grin on his cheeks, took that borrowed joy and pushed.

He cracked open an eye. The noise of jibbering panic that left his mouth as he reached out and touched a leaf of the tree he'd almost crashed into was something he wasn't proud of, but felt was understandable, given the circumstances.

Mizuchi's snort of laugher from above him had him narrowing his eyes. "Not bad for a mortal, I was worried I'd need to drop you again."

"Mizuchi!" Izuku wailed, flexing the magic that was granted him the ability to not die via horrific blunt force impact. "This kills humans! You wouldn't have dropped me twice because I could have been a pancake!" He dragon huffed a laugh as Izuku rained whaled on his massive snout, thick scales stopping his smacks from feeling like anything more than love taps.

"It worked didn't it?"

Izuku's eyes narrowed. "I'm telling Kiyohime."

A dragon couldn't pale in fear but Izuku discovered it could get pretty close.

#mizuchi is a water spirit dragon #well the dragon part is actually debated mythologically but #hes a dragon here #asks #bnha au #birthday prompts #my fic #magic core au #kiyohime is a serpent-dragon-thing who was once a woman who got stiffed by a guy and studied magic to go eat him #which slaps

[typicalopposite]

for your bday thing, maybe destiel get zapped into a fairytale book where they have to live through the fairytales to get out??

Noooooo!! This ignited multiple ideas! 👀👀👀 I love it!

#answered ask #destiel #supernatural #birthday prompts #bedtime stories