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- the night before your birthday

- late summer evenings

Everyone tells you that you're husband is weird, maybe a little bit creepy in his own way. And in theory, you can understand why people say that. He's awkwardly tall, the scars all over his body might seem scary at some point and the reflection of his glasses combined with the look on his face makes him look out of a horror movie. Not to mention the screw he has piercing his head.

But in practice, you can't imagine your husband scaring people. Stein has always been a sweetheart with you since day one, treating you softly and tenderly. Even with his quirks, he's managed to make a pretty girl like you care for him, and now his own mission for the rest of his life is keeping you by his side.

He loves your company, he can't believe someone other than Spirit can handle him, and he can turn rather clingy sometimes.

You never have problem walking alone in the street, everyone knows you're Stein's precious wife. And still, he usually walks you everywhere. Separation anxiety or something. He walks beside you, arm immediately looping around your waist because it's muscle memory at this point. He's tall as a shadow, thinking about the minutes he'd lose without you if he didn't accompany you home. Even if he's coming there too a few hours later.

When you walk, his gaze is fixed on you, not in the people on the sidewalk giving you side eyes. You've always been filled with questions of why. Why choose him, someone in the verge of madness, someone who would put his experiments before you without thinking? But that's a lie. You know it, Stein has made it very clear to you that you are his priority and then, everything else. You're his world, his soul and his sanity.

One night, when he comes back later than ever and you are somehow still awake, waiting for him, he lays in the bed between your legs, chin pressed in your chest as he looks up at you. His glasses are crooked and his forehead sweaty because he definitely came to you faster than he should. You lift your hand, screwing the screw for him.

"I hate it when we're apart," he admits, almost shy about it. "I missed you so much in the lab today. I miss you everywhere, actually. Spirit says I'm obsessed. Maybe I am"

You giggle softly and his whole face lights up in this awkward way only you get to see. "You can be. I'm obsessed with you too."

You lean in to kiss the tip of his nose, but he moves faster and suddenly his giving you a big kiss on the lips, with his hands squeezing your cheeks together.

a/n: revive this fandom i just finished the show. idk if this is ooc or not I DON'T CARE. send me ideas for more stein shit a/n 2: also this is for my girl @kamislop idk if you follow me here but i'm nora ok i'm not some random person tagging you i'm moviecritc's side blog

₍𝄐⩌𝄐₎ happy birthday, cowboy cutie !! 𖦹°‧

it feels a little funny writing a birthday letter to someone who would probably shrug and tell me birthdays are "just another day." that's one of the things i've always adored about you—you never ask for much even as a man who didn't grow with much to begin with. you carry yourself so quietly that it's easy to overlook just how much you've endured, how much you've sacrificed and how much of yourself you've tucked away behind a crooked grin and a dry joke. but today, i don't want to think about the weight you've carried. i just want to celebrate you.

i hope somewhere in whatever corner of the universe your story lives, you're taking it easy. maybe you've got a plate piled high with food you didn't pay for, a cigarette between your fingers, jet pretending he doesn't care that it's your birthday while secretly making your favorite meal ( bell peppers and beef ˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶ ), and ed going absolutely crazy bonkers with the confetti cannon. i'd like to imagine you're laughing a little more than usual.