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Happ-bea birthday!!!

my beloved Kaelan!!!! thank you!!!!

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BEA IS IT YOUR BIRTHDAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. you're one of the first people i discovered here (even before this blog) and i need to know what a shining light you've been. your writing, your humor, your kindness, your loveliness. big kisses on this monumental day 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!! YOU ARE THE MOST SPECIAL GIFT TO ME ON THIS DAY!!!

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happy happy birthday bea! i hope it’s absolutely wonderful!

thank you dearest bee!!!!

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HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BEAUTIFUL! I truly hope you have a wonderful day (as you deserve)! ✨

thank you my sweet monty 💘💘💘

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HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYY

THANK YOU BELOVED

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happy birthday!!!!!! I hope u have a wonderful day today and this new year is full of good things and everything you wish yourself 🩷

thank you baby 💘💘💘💘

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BEA ITS YOUR BITTHDAY?!?!?! Oh my GOOOOODNESS!!!

happiest birthday to you and your beautiful soul 🥺 when i think of you, i see nature and vast lands 🥺 luscious greenery and a collection of wild flowers 💐🥺 i hope the sun shines warmly on your special day ☀️🥺 april has always been such a pretty month to me, and it makes so much sense for you to be born in it!!! 🥺 may your day be full of peace and love 🥺💖 sending you allllllllll the birthday treats you could ever want 🥺

SELLLLLLLL thank you sm my love 💘💘💘💘

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OMG BEA IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY!!! it’s also my little sister’s and my grandfather’s birthdays—april 25th is a special date, indeed! i hope your next trip around the sun is full of everything you deserve: laughter, love, happiness, growth, and hope. i’m so thankful to know you and to get little glimpses of your gorgeous mind and self (i giggle and kick my feet every time i see you on the dash). may you feel extra loved and celebrated today 🥳 sending you all my love, sweet bea! <3

kae you absolute angel baby 😭 thank you so much 💘💘💘💘💘

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y’all I got this couch from amazon for my new place and all I have to say is that J*ff B*z*s better count his fuckin days

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wishing the utmost happiness to you, my beloved bea, on your special day. special feels like to simple of a word to describe you - you are wise and good to everyone and full of so much more love than can even be summed up in a word but i hope that today is everything you deserve and more. happy happpy happpppyyyyyyy birthdayyyyyy!!!! i love you bunches <33333

🥹🥹🥹🥹 you’re gonna make me weep. I LOVE you. thank you angel girl

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ootd from yesterday bc it was cute

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welcome to bea’s birthday party!!! we have snacks!!!

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there's an east wind blowing beyond your bedroom window.

you know it's from the east because the rain falling outside is hitting the windowpane in a soft tap-tap-tap that occasionally intensifies on a particularly strong gust. you know your bedroom window faces east because every morning you can see the sun cresting in the distance, diffusing—soft and pink and warm on your favourite days—through the gauzy panels of your curtains.

"you up yet?"

it's not morning now. far from it, in fact. the night's still only new, though it's already fully-dark outside—and has been for most of the day thanks to the dreary weather. it's late enough in the evening that most businesses have closed their doors for the day and people have returned to their homes, but not quite late enough to justify the fact that you're already curled up tightly underneath the covers of your bed.

you roll over in your comfortable cocoon and spy touya in the doorway, leaning against the frame as he watches you.

he's got his coat on.

"are you going out?" you ask him, your voice a little thicker than it usually is. you've been awake for a while, but your afternoon nap (that ran longer than you expected) has left it hoarse from disuse.

touya makes a quiet sound of agreement. not quite a grunt, nor a hum, but something somewhere in-between the two.

you push yourself up slightly in bed, propping your body upright on your elbows. "but it's raining."

touya hates the rain, and has for as long as you've known him. he's the first one to complain when dark clouds roll in, to curse as his teeth chatter and he shakes droplets from his hair when he steps through the door after getting caught in an unexpected downpour, to go out of his way to avoid making plans that require him to leave the house at the slightest mention of inclement weather.

"'s letting up a bit, i think," he answers from the doorway with a little shrug. "i just need to run to the convenience store, anyway."

he shuffles a little further into the room as you lift your hand and reach out for him, approaching the edge of the bed wordlessly and slipping his hand into your own. he peers down at you from your bedside as you lift his hand and press it to your cheek.

"what do you need at the store?" you ask him, your lips pursed slightly. it's not that late, and the weather really isn't that bad, but you'd still prefer he stay here with you.

"ran outta patches today," he replies, though there's something almost a little resentful in the statement. even his expression is a bit more annoyed than it had been a moment prior, in a way that almost makes you giggle—but you suppose the nicotine withdrawal could be playing a part in that.

"just patches, right? not patches and a pack—"

"not patches and a pack of cigarettes to tie me over on the walk home," he finishes the sentence for you before you get the chance, rolling his eyes a bit. "i know, i know."

he frees his hand from your grip and pokes your cheek lightly, earning him a little laugh you can't help but let slip through your lips.

"i'm 24 days in, you know. not about to throw it all away now," he reminds you pointedly.

"good," you reply with an encouraging nod and a somewhat cheeky smile. you never doubted him anyway. "make sure you take an umbrella."

he nods, his touch still lingering against your cheek. his fingertips skirt down, tracing along your jaw, until he reaches your mouth. he presses his thumb lightly against your chin, seemingly just to watch your lips part.

"d'ya want anything?"

you shake your head in dissent, but then pause, your eyes lighting up.

"can you get pickled ginger?"

"pickled ginger?" he asks you, a bit incredulously. "again? thought we just got some of that."

"i finished the jar earlier," you reply with a shrug.

"that can't be good for you," touya remarks dryly, letting his hand drop from your face. "you're gonna start pickling yourself from the inside out if you keep eating so much of that stuff."

"it's not my fault that pickling is the superior form of food preparation." you flop back lazily against your pillows, meeting his gaze resolutely. you lift your fingers as you list out the various accolades. "cold, crunchy, sour, kinda sweet, sometimes spicy—what's not to love?"

touya's nose wrinkles. he's never been a huge fan of pickles, but especially not in the volume you've been consuming them lately.

"whatever you say," he answers, knowing now after all this time when he ought to bow out of an argument before it starts. "mom texted me earlier and said she was sending yumi over with side dishes tomorrow, and there'll probably be pickled vegetables in there. so you can wait until then."

"fine," you sniff, and you may pout a little, but touya knows your excitement at his little sister coming to visit outweighs any annoyance you may feel about having to wait a whole twelve hours to get your fix.

outside, the wind picks up again, and the tapping against the windowpane gets a little bit louder.

"sounds like it's getting worse," you murmur, your face turned in the direction of the window. you glance up at him again, blinking from where you're sprawled out across your pillows. "you sure you wanna go out in that?"

touya nods, kneeling at the edge of the bed and dipping down so he can press a kiss to your forehead. you're still warm from sleep, and soft in all the ways he's come to depend on. you smell like your shampoo and your sheets—and a little bit like him too, since the floral-printed bedlinen is as much his own now as it is yours.

"be back soon," he speaks quietly into your skin before pulling away.

you wave him off tiredly, and as he leaves the room, touya wonders if you'll be asleep again before he returns.

he pulls his shoes off the rack in the genkan, tucked away next to yours, and leaves his slippers there as he stuffs his feet into footwear better suited for the elements. he grabs his keys off the little table in the entryway, the keychain you bought for him at the aquarium glinting in the light as he tucks them into his coat pocket. last, he grabs the umbrella from just beside the door—he doubts he'll even use it, but you told him to take it, so he does.

there's an unexpected break in the rain as touya steps out into the spring night, and he blinks up at the sky overhead a bit incredulously when he realizes his luck. he doesn't linger to appreciate it for long, knowing that at any moment his fortune could change, shuffling off in the direction of the convenience store at the other end of the street.

he sidesteps puddles along the sidewalk on his way, admiring how the streetlights ripple in the surface as he passes.

touya used to hate the rain, but he can't help but think that it's not so bad when he knows that he has somewhere—and someone—warm waiting to welcome him home.

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I spend quite a large chunk of time begging my girlfriend to get a little firm with me, just to look like this when she finally does

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as soon as I read the words "moral and ethical implications" on a post about fictional characters, I back out SO FAST

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listening to our admin ✨talk very loudly about me✨ because I am the IT GIRL 💅🏼