tamsy x reader ~ My birthday
Y/n always found it strange to be born near a day when 'love' was being celebrated. As a child, she didn't understand why, in a few more days, she would be receiving chocolates and roses, but as she grew older, she began to find the situation charming. It was as if time was playing with her, granting her one day to celebrate her birth and another day to celebrate her love for her friends and her romantic interest.
And now, at 22 years old — y/n wanted something special. Nothing grand, just something that wouldn't require her to pour her feelings into the next Valentine's Day holiday.
That's how Tamsy entered the story.
Tamsy, her best friend since adolescence, always knew that y/n didn't like huge parties, but she also knew that this year was different. Because y/n wanted to celebrate for real.
So, without the other knowing, Tamsy took control of the situation.
y/n was surprised by the silence when she woke up. No noisy messages from Tamsy calling her "love baby." No jokes about how she was Cupid herself.
"Strange," She murmured, looking at his cell phone.
There were messages from other friends, but Tamsy, who used to be the first to respond, wasn't showing up.
She left the room and found the apartment empty. It was still nine in the morning, but y/n expected, at the very least, to find Tamsy sprawled on the sofa, complaining about the cold and asking for coffee.
After a quick shower, y/n decided to ignore the unease. Maybe tamsy was busy with work. But something didn't seem right.
Around noon, she received a short message: tamsy: Meet me at 7pm at our meeting point, in our coffee shop.
Y/n smiled. They had many places they called "ours," but this one was special. It was where they went after school, where they shared their first real secrets, where Y/n confessed she was afraid she would never find something that would make her feel complete.
She took a deep breath, feeling her heart beat a little faster.
At precisely 7:00 p.m., y/n arrived at the coffee shop. The lights were off, and the sign indicated it was closed. She frowned, about to text Tamsy, when the door opened.
"I thought you were going to be late," said Tamsy, pulling her inside.
The cafeteria was different. Small and cozy as always, but with candles on the tables, soft lighting, and instrumental music playing in the background.
Tamsy smiled, her eyes sparkling as if she were up to something.
Y/n looked around, feeling an unexpected warmth in her chest.
"Did you close the coffee shop?"
"For normal people, yes. For you, it's open."
Y/n laughed, shaking her head.
Tamsy pulled up a chair and made her sit down.
"You always say you've never had a birthday that felt truly special. So, I thought I'd do something just for you."
Y/n felt a tightness in her throat.
"I'm not finished," Tamsy interrupted, pointing a finger at Y/N. "You didn't want a noisy party, so I made something more intimate. Just the two of us."
Y/n looked away, feeling her cheeks heat up. She wasn't good with this sort of thing—with feelings being thrown so clearly in her face.
"Of course there's food."
He went to the counter and brought back a small box of cake.
"You? Cooking?" Y/n raised her eyebrows.
"I know how to cook, you ungrateful wretch"
Y/n opened the box and found a small but pretty cake, covered with whipped cream and some strawberries on top.
"It's not as pretty as the ones from the bakery, but I made it with love," Tamsy murmured, crossing her arms.
Y/n looked at him, seeing something beyond the playful banter. There was a hesitant glint in Tamsy's eyes, as if she were waiting for some specific reaction.
It was a simple cake, but perfect. Because Tamsy knew her. She knew that y/n didn't like extravagance, that she preferred small moments, but full of meaning.
"It's the best cake I've ever seen."
"You haven't even tried it yet."
Y/n took a candle that Tamsy held out, placed it in the center of the cake, and lit it.
Y/n looked at the flickering flame.
But when y/n closed her eyes, she realized she didn't need to ask for anything. Because what she wanted was already there.
She blew out the candle and opened her eyes, finding Tamsy watching her closely.
"Did you place an order?"
Y/n nodded, smiling slightly.
"That's great. Now I have a reason to give you another cake next year."
Y/n laughed, feeling a different kind of warmth in her chest.
Note: As the title indicates, today is my 20th birthday, and I thought a lot about what to write on this day. So, since it's a "special" day, I decided to write two fanfics: one with the character who inspired me to start writing here on Tumblr, and the other using a little thought I had today.
A fun fact: in my country, Valentine's Day is celebrated in June, and I was born just a few days before Valentine's Day.
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