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For: @TheYoungBlooded

Request: seeing as my birthday is
on January 25 (i really don't care
if this is late) i was thinking
something like i'm planning an
over the top birthday party and
start to really stress out about
it not being perfect?

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Note: I didn't exactly have a lot of inspiration for this one, but I wanted to try and write it for you anyway. I hope it's somewhat enjoyable. Happy birthday, my love. x

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Mikey pushed open the front door to your home, heaving his bulging suitcase and bass guitar over the threshold with him and setting them down in the entryway with a breath of relief. After a couple seconds, his relief faded and was replaced with confusion, and he frowned as he walked further into the house.

Usually, you would've jumped him the second he set foot inside, but today that wasn't the case, and he was extremely puzzled as to why.

He got his answer when he entered the living room area and saw you, face scrunched up in concentration as you scribbled into a notebook. There were tons of other pieces of paper littered on the floor and furniture around you and Mikey cautiously reached out to pick up one of them and read it, eyebrows arching as he did.

His action was what finally alerted you to his return home and you looked up at him fleetingly, giving a short wave.

"Oh, hi," you greeted, "Didn't hear you come in."

"Yeah..." he furrowed his brows and took a few steps closer, "And... why exactly is that?"

"I'm party planning," you informed, refocusing on scribbling down things that you knew you'd forget to do over the next week, "You did get my invite, didn't you?"

"I did," he nodded, "Kinda didn't need to send me one, since I'm your husband and all, but..."

Ignoring his comment, you pouted your lips and squinted as you pondered over something, before turning to Mikey to ask for his opinion.

"Do you think I should do a candy bar and an ice cream bar? Or, like, do one that's a mixture of the two?"

Stunned by your uncharacteristic excessiveness, Mikey struggled to answer the question, leaving you to come up with an answer of your own.

"Yeah, separate is probably best," you nodded, adding it to your notes.

Glancing at the page in his hand, Mikey voiced his thoughts. "Baby, don't you think you're being a little... over the top with all of this?" He frowned as his eyes scanned the list you'd drawn up, and he lazily pointed at it. "I mean... gin bar, candy bar, ice cream bar, fire dancers, waterslide... isn't this all a bit much?"

"Maybe for you," you scoffed, reaching to pull the page from your husband's grasp, "but if that's the case, you don't have to come, you know."

Mikey's shoulders slumped. "That's not what I meant," he sighed. "I'm just saying that this is gonna be a nightmare to pull off. If this is what you want, then by all means, baby, have it. But are you sure you aren't biting off more than you can chew? Maybe you should..." he waved a hand and blew out a breath of air, "hire a party planner or something?"

Dropping your pen, you gasped and clutched at your chest as if Mikey had just offended you in the worst possible way. Which, in your eyes, he did.

"How dare you insult me like that?" you hissed. "Party planners are for amateurs. I am not an amateur. Never in my life have I used a party planner, and I'm not about to start now."

Mikey held his hands up and took a step back defensively. "Okay, okay. It was only a suggestion."

"I don't need help, Mikey," you insisted, "I've planned this party perfectly, and I have everything under control. It's gonna be magical."

~

"So you're not gonna fucking believe this," you huffed, angrily tossing your phone onto the countertop as you stormed into the kitchen.

Mikey puffed out his cheeks and grabbed a soda from the fridge before letting out a loud exhale and closing the door.

"Lemme guess," he turned to face you and opened up the beverage. "Someone cancelled."

"Not just anyone," you chuckled bitterly, "the baker. The fucking baker. Now what the hell am I supposed to do?" You shook your head and threw your hands up in exasperation.

Downing some of the fizzy liquid from the can, Mikey took a couple steps forward so that he was right in front of you, and placed a supportive hand against the side of your head, gently caressing you.

"Baby, there's still a week left before the party. That's more than enough time to find a replacement cake."

"Ha!" you exclaimed loudly, pushing his hand away, "Not in this fucking city. I swear, it's like every single person shares the same birth month as me. It's virtually impossible to find a baker this time of year."

With an aggravated groan, you turned and kicked against one of the cabinets, cursing as you pulled at your hair.

"I swear this party wasn't meant to be," you muttered dejectedly, casting your gaze downwards morbidly.

Mikey pursed his lips. "Bet that party planner idea isn't looking so bad now, huh?" he joked, but you weren't laughing. Instead, you snapped your head up to deliver a filthy glare, to which your husband responded with a sigh and a small smile. "Alright, look... stop stressing yourself out over this, okay? That's not how it's supposed to be. I'll organise the cake, and you just focus on..."

"Literally everything else?" you deadpanned, raising an unimpressed eyebrow.

Mikey smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "Hey, we both know that you're way better at multitasking than I am."

"True," you titled your head side to side before breathing out and straightening your posture, "Okay, fine. You dealing with the cake will be a huge help; thank you. Just don't disappoint me, alright?"

"Psh, are you kidding me?" Mikey scoffed, clutching at his chest defensively. "It'll be the best cake anyone has ever seen. Fireworks and everything."

You frowned as your mind began racing. "Fireworks... fire..." you gasped loudly and hurriedly reached for your phone, "Shit, I forgot to book the fire dancers!"

"Uh, baby..." Mikey started, as your fingers frantically searched through your phone for the booking company's contact details.

"...babe," he tried again but you once again ignored him, now holding the device to your ear.

"(Y/N)!"

"What?" you yelled back, slightly annoyed.

"You already called and booked them yesterday."

"Oh," you said softly, lowering the phone and ending the call as you chuckled weakly, "I knew that."

With wide eyes and a slightly worried expression, Mikey nodded slowly as he reached out and took you into his arms. "Sure, you did. Baby, when was the last time you slept?"

Your brow creased as you tried to remember. "Two... three days, I think? But I've been drinking a shit ton of energy drinks, so it's all good."

Your husband's wide eyes almost bulged out of his head at your revelation, and he shook his head as he turned you around and started guiding you towards the stairs.

"Bed. Now. There's no use in planning a party if you're gonna die from lack of sleep and caffeine overload before the day even arrives."

~

"Put it over there," you instructed, pointing at the far end of the garden. "Wait, no. There." You changed your mind and pointed to the edge of the swimming pool. "No-"

"Oh, come onnn," (Y/B/F) groaned, her arms straining underneath the weight of the table you'd asked her to carry out. "Just chose a spot before my arms fall off."

You held up your arms and arched your brows. "Okay, okay. Um... just put it over there."

With a huff, (Y/B/F) planted the piece of furniture where you'd told her to, and then brushed her hair out of her face as she turned to you with a questioning look.

"Fire dancers?"

"Booked," you answered with a curt nod.

"Waterslide?"

"Already set up." You pointed to the structure next to your pool.

"Food and alcohol?"

"All stocked up."

"Birthday cake?"

"Mikey's got it covered."

Clapping her hands together, (Y/B/F) pressed her lips together in a tight smile. "Well, then, everything's sorted."

"Yep," you replied with a proud smile before heaving a sigh of relief and clutching your notebook to your chest, "Let's just hope that tomorrow works out. If it doesn't, I'm running away and starting a new life as a hermit."

(Y/B/F) waved a dismissive hand and threw an arm around your shoulder, guiding you back indoors.

"Don't worry, (Y/N/N). It'll be legendary."

~

Looking around your backyard with wide eyes, you could confidently say that your birthday party was indeed legendary.

The evening's proceedings had gone off without a hitch, and everything looked absolutely beautiful. The guests were wholly enticed by the various forms of entertainment you'd hired, as well as completely satisfied with all the food and liquor you'd had on hand.

All in all, it looked to be an incredible night – and it had only just begun.

"See, baby?" Mikey cooed, sidling up next to you and planting a kiss on your temple. "There was nothing to worry about. Everything's going great."

"Yeah," you smiled, "yeah it is-"

Your words got caught in your throat and your face fell as you noticed something that was, in fact, not great.

"Mikey," you spoke slowly and softly as you turned to properly face your husband.

"Yeah?"

"Where the hell is my cake?"

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Thank you for reading x