#bday blurbs

[crsssie]

class cancelled. see you online - professor!simon riley x professor!reader

In the early years when he first started, Simon didn't cancel class. It was kind of well known at that point. He'd rather spend the class chattering about his wife than cancel class, so imagine everyone's surprise when he sent out the collective email detailing that he was canceling class because his wife was in labor.

What.

He sent them the slides for the day and a previous recording from a while back, letting them know that class on Thursday would be on zoom — a link that he will post onto the class canvas eventually.

He signs off the email with a photo of the baby locked by a password hidden in the slides, and he replies to everyone's congratulations once you're back in the home. He ends up staying back to teach the rest of the term from home because he was taking care of the baby

It was something briefly mentioned on his rate my professor, detailing how Professor Riley had "Moved the rest of our semester online because he wanted to stay home and take care of his wife. How did the school allow this?" and "I for one loved the online classes and congrats to him for finally being a father — 5/5 for my semester tbh" but truth was while the rate my professors ratted him out, his students didn't mention that class was moved online at the time.

So, when he lets his class know that he'll be out for a couple of weeks and moving class online, everyone sends in their congratulations early, earning a furrow of his brows and a laugh from your lips as he reads his emails to you.

"They really read their RMP reviews huh?"

"Sure did. I didn't even mention it this time. I barely talk about our daughter." He hums, hand on your bump as the second kicks at it.

"Well, I think I walked in once or twice." You hum. "Besides, they like it online."

"I do too." He mumbles, pinching at his daughter's cheeks as she giggles. "But most people don't pick up enough when you teach online."

"That's true." You take the berry from your daughter's hand as she hands one to you and presses another to Simon's lips.

"Thank you, sweetheart."

She nods, eyes glued back onto the screen as you glance at the recent check-up results.

"You bet Johnny's gonna cancel class too?"

"Heard he already told his students."

"Crazy."

[withlovemark]

Hi! Could you do something with Johnny & something like “Get rid of that attitude before I have to do it for you.” please?

warnings: suggestive

johnny! was absolutely fed up. you’ve been acting like a brat this entire award show, refusing to make eye contact with him, not bowing towards his direction and once backstage, he called out to you and you completely ignored him.

he had no choice but to drag you in this small enclosed space, just enough room for the two of you, leaving a couple spaces in between. he locks the door behind him.

“okay, what the fuck is up with you?,” he asks sternly, arms crossing, leaning on the wall behind him.

rolling your eyes, full of attitude, “why don’t you go ask that bitch you were talking to?,” you snark. the image of your fuck buddy laughing and getting a little too touchy with one of his back up dancers making you frown.

“so this is what it’s about? you’re jealous,” he smirks, taking two steps towards your figure, completely towering over you.

you refuse to meet his eyes, looking instead at the corner of the room, an angry pout displayed on your face.

“look at me, pretty girl,” he growls by your ear, the intensity of his voice sending tingles to your stomach. you stay strong, trying your best to ignore the heat radiating off of him.

johnny chuckles darkly, clicking his tongue, “get rid of this attitude before i do it for you,” he taunts, catching your attention.

“yeah, what are you gonna do about it?,” you challenge, eyebrows furrowing, not backing down from his stare.

he gets even closer to you, calculatingly placing his large thigh in between your legs, pushing it against your core, your breath catches in your throat, pussy twitching at the sudden friction as his hand goes straight to your waist, grabbing you tightly.

“you don’t want to test me, babygirl,” he whispers, large hand wrapped around your chin, craning your neck to look up at him, as he got closer and closer to your lips, your eyes fluttering close as you await the contact.

he watches you amusingly, loving the way you’re effortlessly melting into putty under his touch.

he smirks, taking two steps back, completely out of your space.

you open your eyes to his cheshire cat features smirking at you, “what-,”

“bratty girls don’t get to cum,” he menacingly teases, before unlocking the door, snapping you out of your haze, and leaving you leaning against the wall, frustrated — in ways more than one.

[meowrimo]

꒰ ❤︎ ﹒ 𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓢𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮 ﹒ 𓂃 a kiss filled with fervor, desperation seeping into both of your tired bones as you melt into one another, fused and forged by the fruits of battle. being able to hold you in his arms like this, steal all the breath from your lungs eases him like nothing else. for you were with him, you were safe, you were alive.

thank you so much @purpurregen ! i’m absolutely obsessed :’)

[starry-hughes]

Happy Birthday Star! I’ve been following your blog for a while and I know I can always come here when I need a pick me up!

Can I request “setting off confetti poppers at random times of the day, finding their little yelps of surprise adorable” with Luke Hughes?

luke woke up to confetti falling onto him and the bed. the noise wasn’t too loud but the soft pop woke him up. you sat there on your knees next to him in your spot of the bed. “happy birthday!”

colorful confetti littered the bed and he sat up a little. “thank you,” he grinned once he realized he got to wake up to you on his birthday, in his bed, in his shirt.

poor luke had no idea that the confetti poppers came in a large pack and the only items in your bag were the poppers. you attended practice with him that morning, wanting to be around him as much as possible on his special day.

you waited for him outside the locker room and as soon as he stepped out, confetti went off again, you grinned holding the popper. luke yelped, shocked at the noise and gesture. “why do you have more of those?!”

it didn’t stop there. he opened your car door for you after lunch and waited until you climbed in to go to his side. it gave you enough time to retrieve another popper from your bag. as soon as he got into the car and his door shut, you popped it.

he was surprised again. “oh my god you have more,” he held his chest as his heart beat fast, a laugh bubbling in his throat.

when you guys got back to the apartment, as soon as you entered, you popped another, his yelps becoming too adorable to ignore and hate. “please babe you’re going to give me a heart attack.”

[suugarbabe]

POV:

Remus creates a scavenger hunt that leads you to a surprise party in the forbidden forest.

Shock is clearly written on your face when you make it through the clearing and past what was assuming the barrier of the silencing charm as the sound of music and people chattering filled your ears. Strong arms wrap around you and lift you from the ground, the strong scent of musk and sandalwood fill your senses. “Potter,” you hug him back, “did you do all this?” You held up the small stack of parchment you’d be acquiring since breakfast

James shakes his head as he sits you down, “nah, this was all Rem, notes n’everythin.” You turn to look at the tall man walking towards you, hands shoved in his front pockets, small, shy smirk on his lips. “Remmy, this was you?” Remus nodded softly. “I…I can’t believe you remembered, I think I only mentioned my birthday once like, eight months ago when we first met.”

Remus shrugged, “How could I forget? I remember everything you tell me, dove. You’re…you’re important to me.” Remus prayed to every god he could think of that the light of the fire hid the blush that crept over his freckled cheeks at his confession. The grin the slowly spread over your lips told Remus there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

You wrapped a hand around his forearm as you stepped closer, “Well, show me around, how much work did you do, hmm?” A small chuckle left his lips as he pointed toward the bonfire that seemed to slowly be climbing higher, “Let’s start there, yeah? We can make a s’more and maybe you can convince Sirius to leave the flames alone…little pyro keeps increasing the fire thinking I won’t notice.”

[stevie-petey]

hello m, i hope u r well. it is my bday today so i wanted to request a blurb if that's cool :). maybe something fluffy about bug and steve celebrating his bday or if ur feeling it, another peek of frat!steve (cool if u want to keep that under wraps for now though). bye, have a nice day!

AH HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR !!!!! i can DEFINITELY provide more frat!steve, especially because i finally have a clear vision for him that i am absolutely dying to how yall once im done with come home <33

i introduce to yall vixen ;)

enjoy !

"what the hell are you doing here?"

steve looks up, surprised to hear your voice despite being the one in your room. his eyes are wide, his posture straightens, and you can practically hear his scared gulp when he realizes youre back far sooner than he thought youd be.

youve caught steve harrington sitting on your bed, next to your little brother who has only ever been shy around strangers. and yet, as you stand before them, your brother eyes steve with wonder with the remnants of laughter on his face at something hes said.

hearing your voice as well, dustin turns and his smile only brightens when he sees you. "oh, hey, y/n."

"what are you doing?" you storm into your room, throwing your backpack at steve. he lets out a grunt when the object collides roughly into his stomach, and dustin makes a surprised noise. "why are you with my brother?"

"woah, hey-" steve ducks as you go to hit him with the shoe youve kicked off with impressive speed. he jumps from your bed and runs to the other side of the room. "ow, you goddamn vixen!"

"dont call me that in front of my brother," youre seething. how fucking dare he. after everything hes done to you. the rules youve each agreed to. the lines neither one of you have dared to cross. and now here steve is, in the same room as your brother, far too close to the fire youve tried so desperately to keep at a low burn.

"im right here, you know." dustin finally says from the bed. he doesnt have any idea whats going on or why youre throwing shoes at his new friend. dustins train had gotten in earlier than expected and he called you to come get him, but you never answered his thirty calls.

you cast a quick glance towards your brother, feeling the sting in your eyes as tears threaten to come. you try to swallow them down as you press your cool palm against your overheated and flustered skin. "please, not now, dustin."

"vixen-i, uh. i mean henderson, no. shit-" steve stumbles over his words as he rubs his bruised arm. your aim is far too good. its frightening, actually. "y/n, look-"

he hasnt called you by your name ever since youve known him. ever since the agreement had been made. youve only ever been henderson to him, vixen, bitch, tease.

never your name.

"get. out." you dont want to see him. this is all too fucking much for you. dustin wasnt supposed to know about steve. they were never supposed to meet. steve is the type of person you guys make fun of. tease and make jokes about. dustin has always hated guys like steve, the overly charismatic and repugnant type who join frats and sleep with every warm body they meet.

the type who kiss girls and make them feel as if they mean anything to them.

the type tommy had been.

dustin hated tommy. he hated him the entire five years you were together.

and now here dustin is, laughing with steve only moments before you walked into the room. you dont understand how the hell you got here.

lost in your head, you dont notice that steve has stepped so close to you until his hand falls softly on your arm. the touch causes you to flinch away, it burns you. knowing hes gone too far, steve backs away from you and puts his hands in the air. "hey, its okay. im sorry, alright? i-i know things arent, uh..."

steve looks at dustin, who stares at the two of you with a knowing look on his face. hes already figured out more than you ever wanted him to. dustin has always been too fucking smart for his own good. steve seems to recognize this, too, and clears his throat. "look. i know youre angry with me. i dont blame you, alright? but the kid called nancy earlier, apparently you hadnt picked up, and he needed a ride here and she had her exam and i-i just... she called me. it was getting dark outside and nancy was frantic. thats it. thats why im here."

you refuse to look at steve. while youre still infuriated and hurt by what he did earlier, you cant help but admit that he did a good thing. he stepped up, even though he knew youd throw a shoe at him in the end. like the fucking prince charming that he is. always good, always kind to everyone around him. sickeningly sweet, yet you know what really lies beneath his charming persona.

instead of voicing any of this out loud, you sit next to dustin and gently run your fingers through his hair. hes getting too old for this, you know that, but still your fingers tangle in his curls anyways. "i thought your train arrived at seven tonight?"

"so did i. ended up stranded in the middle of nowhere for an hour." dustin responds, knowing you still need a few moments to collect yourself. he may not know who steve is to you, but he isnt blind. the guy has royally pissed you off, but still he had been kind to dustin. so clearly he wasnt too bad. "thanks for that, by the way."

"im sorry," you sigh out, remorseful. "i... i got caught up in something."

"something, or someone?"

you glare at steve. "i wasnt talking to you.

"no, but im sure you were talking to prescott."

dustins eyes widen. "youre talking to that dickhead tommy again?"

"oh, henderson, we have so much to talk about!" steve high fives your brother with glee. "tell me, when did you first realize your hatred for thomas prescott?"

"the moment i learned his last name was prescott."

"its a god awful last name, isnt it? makes the asshole even more pretentious, which shouldnt even be possible."

dustin and steve gravitate towards each other eagerly, ready to share insults about the boy you once loved so dearly, and youre sick of it all. your stomach twists, your skin crawls. its too much for you. after what youve learned tonight about tommy, hearing his name over and over again threatens to make you sick. on the verge of a nervous breakdown, you slam your shoulder against steves and run into the bathroom.

the door locks behind you.

dustin and steve are left in silence.

[moremaybank]

𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 - (18+) lmao but v much in the mood to think about JJ sneaking in through your window because he missed you, despite only seeing you a few hours ago, and he stuffs your panties in your mouth as he goes down on you, knowing your parents are just across the hall and you KNOW that man wouldn't come up for air even if he was on the verge of blacking out, so there's plenty of time to try and keep quiet and not get caught ;) - maybanksbabe

𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎’𝐒 𝐁𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

going feral over the thought of this btw

you hear your bedroom window slide open, followed by two light thumps onto the hardwood floor. you know it's your boyfriend, because who else in this day and age would climb through your window in the middle of the night — barring an intruder, of course. jj slips under the covers, excitement going straight to his now hardening cock when his hands roam your body and take note of the fact that you're only sleeping in one of his shirts and a pair of panties. his fingers lightly trace over your covered clit, pulling a soft whine from you. "missed you so fuckin' much, baby," he breathes into your neck, letting his lips dot over the expanse of exposed skin. "making me squirt in the twinkie earlier wasn't enough for you?" you ask teasingly, a smirk pulling at the corners of your lips. "it's never enough. never gonna get my fill, babygirl." he slides on top of you, lifting your shirt and pushing it up to reveal your body to him. he lets his tongue dance over your nipples, down the valley of your breasts and to your stomach. when he reaches the hem of your panties, he continues, letting the hot, wet muscle stroke your core over the dampening fabric. he can taste you already, and he's not up for wasting any time. his fingers hook into the material and he slides it down your legs. he comes back up to your face, pressing a feverish kiss to your lips and slipping his tongue inside. "gonna make you feel so good, princess. now be a good girl and stay quiet for me," he rasps, balling your panties up and stuffing them into your mouth. not an inch of your pussy goes untouched by his mouth as he leaves sloppy kisses over it. he'll fuck you with his tongue, and then switch it up by zoning in on your clit and working it mercilessly. his fingers slip inside of you, kneading your walls and going in on your g-spot. it's so hard to keep quiet, despite the balled up fabric in your mouth, that jj is forced to use his free hand to clamp down over it. "careful, baby. don't want your parents coming in and watching, do we?" he can feel your panting as you writhe around beneath his touch. stars are all you can see, and you're on the verge of passing out when you finally cum. that doesn't mean jj's about to stop though. not when you taste so fucking sweet and look so angelic below him.

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[lovings4turn]

logan trying his best to support you as you're studying . . . even though all he wants is for you to come and cuddle with him, he knows how important these assignments are for you. so he does everything in his power to make it easier for you. he brings you regular snacks, some sliced fruit and little chocolates because he read that it helps your brain focus. before he leaves, he always gently takes your chin between his fingers to move your gaze away from your laptop and books long enough for him to press a kiss between the furrow of your brows, relaxing you instantly. logan can only restrain his desire to look after you for so long. he knows you're a hard worker, you have been since the day he met you, but he's not going to let you burn yourself out. when it's nearing two am and you're still going, logan ignores all protests as he scoops you into his arms and carries you to bed. your books will be there in the morning, he reminds you. all you need to focus on right now is sleep.

[sagesolsticewrites]

Hi!!

May I request Valentines Day prompts for Rooster or Iceman(if you write for him)

Spoken: #5

Actions: #4

super excited to see what you do with my prompt list!! 🫶💜

omg hi!! Your prompt list is so cute, thank you so much for requesting! I had the best time writing this 🥹🥰 I went with Rooster, as I don’t feel super confident writing for Ice just yet 🤍

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! Requests are open ☺️ feel free to check out some of my favorite prompt lists in my pinned post, or check the tag “Sage’s Valentines” for some special Valentine’s Day prompts <3

5. "You're the most amazing boyfriend-",

"Actually, it's pronounced fiancé. Will you marry me?"

4. Bringing Breakfast in Bed

French Toast & Freesias

Bradley carefully flipped the final piece of French toast, letting out a sigh of relief when it turned out a perfect golden brown. Satisfied, he turned his attention to the coffee, pouring it into your favorite mug — one decorated with fighter jets that he’d gotten you for your last birthday — and adding cream with a practiced motion. Moving as quietly as he could, he prepared a plate and looked over his handiwork with a proud smile. Fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, French toast made with his mom’s recipe… all your favorites. The finishing touches were the strawberries he had arranged into little hearts, placed delicately around the French toast, and a vase with a single, perfect rose flanked by a few fragrant freesias.

It was all perfect. A perfect breakfast in bed for the perfect Valentine’s Day.

At least, he hoped.

Touching the velvet box in his pocket one last time, he took a deep breath, checked the time — yes, you’d probably be awake and scrolling already — and carried the tray to your room.

“Sweetheart?” He called softly as he entered, balancing the tray on one arm.

Something like pure sunlight flowed through him at the sight: you in one of his t-shirts, hair delightfully mussed, turning towards him with a sleepy, contented smile.

“Good morning,” you sighed, stretching like a cat in the sun as you sit up, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you, my love,” Bradley grinned as he approached, placing the tray delicately over your lap.

“Roo…” Your smile widened as you took in the spread, making note of all the little details that you still couldn’t believe he remembered: you fell in love with Carole’s French toast recipe the first time he made it for you after a night of one-too-many drinks; the way he teases you about how your coffee ends up being more creamer than coffee has become a running joke over the course of your relationship; you told him about your love of freesias as you wandered around a botanical garden in your hometown the first time he met your parents. It wasn’t just because you loved the scent, you told him, but because they symbolized trust, loyalty, and friendship: all things that you valued as the foundation of a relationship.

“This is…”

You were nearly speechless.

“It’s okay, right?” Bradley asked as he moved to sit next to you, your silence worrying him slightly, “I know I kinda overcooked the eggs, but—”

You cut him off with a kiss, and Bradley melted.

“It’s perfect,” you assured him, returning your gaze to the tray.

He slipped his hand into his pocket to run over the sleek velvet box, taking a moment to prepare himself while you were distracted.

“You’re the most amazing boyfriend—”

“Actually—” Bradley cut you off gently, the velvet box held out to you near the corner of the tray, “It’s pronounced fiancé.” His lips quirked up into a smile before his expression softened as he prepared to say the four words that would change his life forever.

“Will you marry me?”

Your hands flew to your mouth in an attempt to stifle your gasp.

“I—”

His smile dimmed just the slightest bit waiting for your reply until moved the tray to the other side of the bed, freeing you to fling your arms around him as you cried, “Yes!”

You pulled away just enough that your noses brushed. Bradley felt your grin against his lips as you whispered “I would love to be your wife, Bradley Bradshaw.”

The two of you eventually separated, and you finally got a good look at the ring— the ring that you now realized looked incredibly familiar.

“Is that—?”

“I promised her I’d give it to my best friend,” Bradley said, smiling fondly at the topaz ring that once belonged to Carole Bradshaw before returning his gaze to you, “And I have.”

You ran your thumb over the bright blue gem resting on your ring finger, suddenly overcome with emotion.

“I love you, Roo,” you said softly, your voice thick.

“I love you more.”

He pulls you in for another tender kiss— just one of the many you share that day between bites of Carole Bradshaw’s French toast, the scent of freesias hanging in the air and a topaz glittering on your finger.

Tagging a couple friends! @austin-butlers-gf @mpmarypoppins @dontbesussis @sassy-ahsoka-tano

[starmocha]

me @ my body: getting real damn sick of your lethargy get your shit together i have things i want to do

[killjoy-prince]

Birthmas manga and merch haul

[theemporium]

kinda wanna talk some fun concepts and thots about the boyfriends🤠

[starry-hughes]

trying to make them a birthday cake from scratch

a/ jack hughes

jack thought it would be easy. you were flying in from michigan for your birthday. his arm was in a sling, still recovering from his surgery.

he had flour all over. too much sugar in the first batch of batter, not enough flour in the second batch. the third batch was going better.

he begged his baby brother to go pick you up from the airport. the cake burnt a little and stuck to the pan just a bit. he was impatient and frosted the cake with the homemade frosting he definitely put way too much powdered sugar in.

“happy birthday!” he greeted you as you entered the apartment. you smiled at your boyfriend, kissing him before your eyes landed on the batter that was in his hair and your eyes floated to the kitchen.

the frosting on the cake was slightly melted and the candles representing your age were crooked. “sorry it’s not the prettiest. or tastes the best. i wanted to do this for you.”

“i love it jack, thank you.”

he kissed her and turned to light the candles on the cake. “happy birthday.”

five minutes later, jack nonchalantly picked an eggshell out of his slice of cake as you swallowed the very sweet cake and frosting.

[mrsoharaa]

my bday is next monthhh (oh god- I'm getting oldddd 😭😭) and I can't wait to selfishly indulge in some personal blurbs/drabbles! 🥰😏💕

[seiwas]

may or may not write a gojo bday fic but if not hehe do any of you have any suggestions on what else you might want me to do !!!

[moremaybank]

𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 — i keep thinking about rafe as a being a teacher at a school and you are too, you teacher different subjects but the students think you guys should date and always talk about you two and the way he talks to you or if you guys have lunch together and the one dah you tell the students you're engaged and they ask how mr.cameron felt about it and you just go. "he was there."

𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎’𝐒 𝐁𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

HELP cloudy baby this is sooo 💓💗💞 rafe's always finding excuses during his classes to come and chat with you, just to see your pretty face and see you in your work mode. he loves watching you interact with your students, knowing you genuinely care about them and will do whatever it takes to help them succeed. your students never fail to catch his dimples and the crinkles of his eyes when he listens to you speak. they notice his subtle, flirty comments, notice how he'll bring snacks to your class and share them with you. if you need to run out of the room for whatever reason, he's quick to take over for you. if your students also happen to have him for a class, it isn't news to them that he'll namedrop you multiple times in casual conversations. the two of you are constantly being teased, letting the kids voice their opinions. "you guys need to date, miss. have you seen how he looks at you?" or "mr. cameron wouldn't stop smiling after he came back from your class." they're always telling you both how they ship you, how you're destined to be together. the readers in your classes will even throw the workplace romance trope in your face nonstop. then, eventually, one day your class strolls in, and they notice that you're even more smiley than usual. they ask you what's going on, and you tell them that you have some news to share with them. you hold your hand up, the light catching the huge rock on your left ring finger. "oh my god! you're engaged?! was mr. cameron heartbroken?!" and you give them a smug grin, "well i'd hope not. i did say yes, didn't i?" it takes them a second, but oh, the moment what you've just said sinks in, they're all quick to flip out, running out of their seats to bearhug you.

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