Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let's spread the self-love 💜
jasmine thank you so much ily 🥺💖
drag path - goes without saying, this is my baby. steve and mel, mel and steve... we all cry
like a moth to a flame - drag path companion piece from steve's pov........ ft. baby steve's thoughts!!! love it, love him
closet encounters - i went out of my comfort zone for this to write mean!steve and write blowjobs, and i was blown away by the response <3 thank you to everyone being so kind for me trying something new
in the summer sun - coach!steve harrington... YUMMYYYYYY love it
hi lovely 💗 i saw you ask for ideas for blurbs and it’s my bday on Sunday so thought i’d suggest a blurb where steve (or teacake) wants to surprise reader for her birthday and wants to make everything perfect but like everything goes wrong and she lowkey thinks he’s forgotten
thank u and ily 🌸
ILYYY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!🩷🩷🩷 i hope your day is amazing!!
warnings/tags: it’s a little angsty, but it’s so cute like it’s truly so cute, and that’s about it??? it’s also like kind of long, i didn’t count the words though oops lol (and as always thank you to my dear friend who helped me with this🩷)
travis had made big plans for your birthday, he was going to wake up early and make you breakfast before you went to work, he made reservations at the new expensive restaurant you kept talking about ‘you wish you could afford to step foot in there’. it was going to be the perfect surprise.
unfortunately the night before he had to work, so he got home in the early hours, and promptly passed out next to you, sleeping through the alarm he set.
when he woke up later that morning he sat straight up in bed, “shit!” your side of the mattress was cold, you had been gone for hours, and now travis had to try and save the rest of the day.
the whole day had been nothing but missed opportunities for travis. first, he didn’t wake up to make you breakfast. he thought that at least was forgivable, he’d been working all night. but then the dinner reservation fell through, something he had been so excited to surprise you with. now he had to go pick up your cake. he didn’t know, but he had completely timed it off and you pulled in when he was gone. you were so frustrated that he forgot, obviously he had a lot on his plate, but your birthday? it hurt. when he opened the door, he never expected to see his beautiful girl crying on their couch.
you weren’t too upset that he was asleep when you woke up, you knew how tired travis was by the end of his shifts. but you told yourself you were sure there would be something when you got home, or he’d text you or something. but you didn’t hear anything from him all day, you came home to an empty apartment. birthdays were never your favorite anyway, so you fell apart on the couch. not even a little pity party, no, big ugly tears streaming down your face. that when travis walked in, holding a bunch of bags, his whole face fell when he saw you.
“hey hey, honey pie what’s wrong? what happened??” he put the bags down and hurried over to the couch.
you glared at him with blood shot eyes, “you’re kidding me…” you mumble, crossing your arms.
he’s completely shocked by your response, you’ve never been this upset with him before if ever. he really was starting to panic, “baby, i-“
you can’t hold it in any longer and it explodes out of you, “my birthday??? you forgot my stupid birthday!!”
travis’ eyes widened, genuine fear on his face. you scoff and push his shoulder, anger simmering in your belly. you could actually spit venom in his face. travis takes your hands and shakes his head. “no baby.. i promise i didn’t i-”
you cut him off, too angry to listen. “save it. i’m just gonna take a bath and go to bed.” you choke out, tears falling down your face slowly.
travis grabs your hand before you can get off the couch, “i promise i didnt.. baby i’ve been running around all day like a chicken that got his head cut off… and everything keeps going wrong..”
you roll your eyes, “don’t guilt trip me travis.”
he drops to his knees in front of you, if you weren’t so angry the fear in his eyes would break your heart. his eyes well up, his big puppy dog eyes swimming in tears. “baby, i…i swear on my fucking life. i would never ever forget your birthday, y-you’re my girl, you’re my sunshine girl.” he whispers hoarsely, adams apple bobbing. “please, i was gonna get up early and make you breakfast, i had a reservation at that restaurant you always talked about i-i had so much stuff planned and it all blew up in my face.”
you tilt your head at him, searching his face for any sign of lies, but you know him, you know your travis. he’s looking at you with tear filled eyes, on his damn knees. you sigh and lean back on the couch. “you didn’t text me all day.” sticking out your bottom lip. “you could’ve at least texted me happy birthday when everything was going wrong.. so i didn’t think… well this..”
he nods, kissing your hands. “i agree baby, im so sorry. it’s been so crazy.. i got you a cake.. and stuff to make your favorite dinner.. since you’re home maybe we can make it together? i love you so much baby i’m so sorry…” he whispers, kissing each of your knuckles.
you slip a hand free and comb through his blonde hair, “i’m sorry i got so mean, i-i should’ve given you a chance to explain. you’re my sweetie pie, yknow.” gently wiping his tears away with your thumb.
he shakes his head, rubbing his nose. “i should’ve texted you baby, i just had all these plans and i wanted them to work out so bad…you have no idea. i planned this for so long and saved so much for the dinner.” he looks absolutely defeated, you can see the little wheels churning in his head, the self doubt, the anger. “travis….come here.” you whisper, wrapping your arms tight around his neck as you slide off the couch and into his lap.
he holds you close, whispering into your ear. “happy birthday, baby. i’d never forget my angel girl’s birthday..”
everything makes your heart feel so warm. travis always makes you feel special, without a doubt. when he finally gets up to show you your cake, you could cry it’s so cute. it’s so unbelievably travis, “oh you sweetie..” you coo, kissing his cheek.
the two of you spend the evening cooking, the kitchen is filled with giggles and music softly playing that travis insisted on spinning you around the room to. by the time the meal was finished it was way past your normal dinner time but it was one of the best meals you ever had. after cake, you were curled up on his lap, watching your favorite trash tv with travis’s commentary which always made you giggle. “i’m sorry this wasn’t the birthday i planned.” he mumbled, his hand rested on your thigh.
you turned to look at him, “baby, don’t. this was amazing, i feel so loved.” he smiles softly, but it doesn’t reach his eyes like normal. “i know but…i was gonna surprise you when you got home, dress up all nice and flowers and—“
you cut him off with a long kiss, one that makes you both feel like you’re floating. “are you kidding? getting tonight with you was the most perfect birthday baby… yeah it would’ve been fun to get dressed up but it just being you and me tonight makes me so happy..” you say, kissing him once more. he smiles softly against your lips, “so you’re not disappointed?” he asks softly. you giggle, “no baby, to be disappointed about a night with you? i’d have to be crazy..”
A noise cut through the eerily silent night, soft and faint, but an unmistakable echo from the room next to yours. It made you pause, your eyebrows drawing together. Then more noise followed, three breathy high-pitched moans that the wall separating your rooms failed to drown out. A hot realisation curdled your stomach, rising through your body until it settled in your chest and throat—a tight, unrelenting fist clenching and making it harder to breathe.
9 for the fic questions and 13 for the get to know the writer please
kiss kiss 💋
hiii jasmine <3<3<3
9. one underrated fic of yours that deserves more love
a short and sweet one but like a moth to a flame has my heart <3 i really like leaning into characters remembering things very, very differently and there's something very buzzy to me about loverboy!steve having spent his life watching someone and noticing things that no one else ever has long before he ever figures out how to cross that bridge (and also possibly has one of my top 10 fav lines i've ever written)
13. favorite artists and albums?
my chem, twenty one pilots, frank iero...... the list goes on and on, which is funny because i've been told that i do not look like a person who listens to emo music??? but i dress for comfort over trying to aesthetically fit into any one group, so...
as for favorite albums, i can only say this — if i were in a zombie apocalypse and i could only grab five CDs to listen to for the rest of my life, they would be as follows:
stomachaches - frank iero and the cellabration
folie a deux - fall out boy
decide - djo
a my chem album i haven't landed on yet (most likely three cheers)
??? [cannot figure out the fifth for the life of me]
would you ever tell her she’s pretty (she is a moth killer btw beware!!!)
YES I WOULD!! AN ABSOLUTE SWEETIE PIE ANGEL BABY!!!! SHES SO GORGEOUS!!!!!
my childhood cat, angel, was a black cat who walked up to me when there was 2 feet of snow outside and she was the sweetest kitty ever ❤️ i love black cats so much omg
(also my cat likes to bring my headless animals so i'd take a moth killer any day💀)
oof... drag path, for starters!! but also in case of emergency! i'm determined to get that finished in either july or august bc i feel so bad about starting it and then nuking it off the face of the planet. (also... soft steve... season 5 soft steve... NEEED)
