#WISH HIM A HBD RIGHT NOW

[devnmon]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 2 PEDRO PASCAL 🤭🥰

[i-wanna-b-yours]

wow I'm having a meltdown over a guy

[batterygarden]

love is in the air . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

contents: big bro! yuuta x fem & afab reader, dead dove do not eat, sex pollen, incest, virginity loss (reader), drugged sex vibes, unprotected sex w cream pies, size kink w slight pain, oral f!receiving, overstimulation, dacryphilia, 3.2 k words. hbd to my king

18+, minors dni please

When Yuuta’s teleported into his room, he’s horrified to see you already there. 

You’re wearing his clothes, as per usual, and flopped across his bed while you do your homework—likely waiting for him to get home to help you with the math. Normally, this wouldn’t be out of the ordinary; the two of you have always been close and Yuuta doesn’t mind the way you tend to loiter. The thing is, you were supposed to be out shopping with your girlfriends after class today. You’ve been talking up these plans all month–-Yuuta never imagined you’d cancel.

And here he is, high off his ass on cursed aphrodisiacs (misted straight into his lungs by some flower monster) and contemplating every forbidden fantasy in his arsenal with a newfound urgency. 

You jump nearly a foot in the air when you see him, so perfectly still and silent at first that he goes unnoticed.

“Oh my god, nii-san! You scared me!”

You don’t seem to catch how off he is yet, how labored his breaths come or how he’s covered in a sheen of sweat. He wishes you would. Maybe then the proper alarm bells would be ringing and you’d leave. 

Yuuta only backs away, shoving hair from his face while his eyes dart all over the room, anywhere to avoid drifting to your body and the way his t-shirt pools around it. 

His fatal mistake is his failure to beeline it straight out his bedroom door. In his defense, Yuuta’s thoughts are awfully foggy, and an escape route is hard to pin down, even within his moderately-sized room. Instead he trips over a book bag and lets himself tumble backwards to the floor, his katana thunking loudly when it drops from his shoulder.

His vision and hearing are a bit foggy, too, as he watches you approach him off his bed, almost appearing to move in slow motion. 

“Nii-San? What happened to you?” 

He makes a strangled sound when you reach to touch his face, leaning away from your hand. 

“Just lost my balance! I’m okay. Y’shouldn’t touch me right now.” 

Did his words come out slurred?

You frown, letting him know the fall wasn’t what you meant when you were asking, practically pinning him against the wall to feel his forehead.

“Hmm. I can’t tell if you have a fever or you’re just hot.” 

“It’s probably nothing. Was fighting a curse earlier and—achoo!“  

Yuuta turns away to sneeze just as you move your head to the side to look at him closer. He accidentally sneezes directly into your face, earning a little gasp. 

He scoots away frantically then. 

“Sorry, sorry! I don’t wanna get you sick, okay? I need to be alone. You can leave.” 

You wipe at your face, holding back a giggle at the state of him. You haven’t seen Yuuta this impaired since he had the flu when you were kids.  

“Nii-san, you need me to take care of you.” Your tone is matter of fact, but doting too. Deep down you’re relishing in this role reversal—Yuuta’s always the one looking after you, not the other way around.

He starts shaking his head, rubbing tiredly at his eyes when suddenly a wave of vertigo hits you. 

Then you’re tumbling to the floor with him. 

Your voice sounds far away when you breathe a little woah, taking longer than you should to register what’s just happened. When you do, you turn to Yuuta—a reflex whenever you’re hurt or something goes wrong—you’ve grown spoiled by his overprotective nature. So much so that even the tiniest stumbles have you expecting a warm, calloused hand beneath your elbow, lifting and steadying you. 

Yuuta takes longer than he should to come into the focus of your eyes, and when he does you find his face buried in one of his hands while his other adjusts his pants. 

“Are you okay?” He sounds breathless, making no move to touch you or help. Something is seriously up. 

“Mhm. I don’t know why I just…” You pause, almost forgetting what you’re even saying while your thoughts navigate a new fog. Suddenly you’re warm. “I dunno what came over me.” 

Yuuta only scoots a bit farther away in response, dragging himself along the wall. To you it’s almost like he’s moving in slow motion. 

“Nii-san, something is wrong. I feel wrong.”  

Yuuta’s breaths come in huffs when you drag yourself to him then, nuzzling your way between his bent legs.

“M-me too… that’s why I want you to go.”

You shake your head, staring at Yuuta while he stares back, squirming and uncomfortable under your gaze. The warmth inside you is starting to grow uncomfortable—almost painful between your legs. You wonder if this is exactly how Yuuta’s feeling before you consider the possibility that he may be even worse, having been infected with whatever strange illness this is before he even arrived. He’s really working to hold out on you—what a gentleman.  

In fact, you think, that might be the perfect word to describe your sweet big brother. Always looking out for you more than anyone else, Yuuta sets a bar for chivalry unattainable by any man who isn’t him. 

He’s always opening your doors and offering you rides. Holding your hand to cross the street, tugging you back if you try to cross without looking and, occasionally, shoving your tangled fingers in his coat pocket if it’s chilly. He always has this protective nature when other men are involved, glaring at wandering eyes and warning you of potential danger (you recall one time he tripped some guy who asked for your number as he was walking away—he was too old for you and clearly had bad intentions).

Then there’s the way he’s thoughtful. Even when you were kids, Yuuta was always getting you gifts, setting time aside from his busy schedule to play with you or take you somewhere—forging some of your favorite memories growing up. You think particularly fondly of all your old dance recitals—how yuuta would always make time to be there and give you flowers and praise (out of all the bouquets your family supplied, his were the only ones that ever earned a spot on your night stand). 

Even now you’ve got a vase of pink roses in your bedroom down the hall for passing your latest algebra test. 

Yeah, Yuuta’s a chivalrous brother to a tee. 

And the heat in your veins has you wishing he’d be anything but. 

“Y-yuuta. I need you.” Your hands reach to pull at the open buttons of his uniform, but your wrists are quickly shackled by strong hands, gentle but unyielding. 

“Do you know what you’re asking?” His voice is steady for the first time since appearing in his room, albeit a little pained. 

“Yes. Yeah I do.” 

You scoot closer, and Yuuta’s entire aura seems to change, darkening in a way that leaves goosebumps crawling across your flesh. 

Your wrists are freed but you still feel immobilized as Yuuta grabs you carefully by the neck then, tugging your face to his till his lips can capture yours for the very first time. 

You can’t deny that you’ve fantasized about kissing Yuuta, if only on the rare occasions that you loosened the reins on your self control. The kiss feels as electric and all-consuming as you’d hoped, hungry like you’re trying to swallow each other whole. His lips are a bit chapped, rougher than yours and hot in a way you’ll surely imprint into your psyche. What surprises you, though, is Yuuta’s brashness; he’s not reserved like you used to imagine he’d be if he kissed you. He’s being selfish, sucking on your lips and licking inside your mouth like you’re his—and when his teeth sink into the plump of your bottom lip you start to realize that maybe you always have been. 

Yuuta’s kiss is needy and passionate, but it clearly doesn’t sate him as rough palms travel over your body throughout, kneading your sides and your arms and your thighs till you're rearranged on top of him, straddling where he needs you most. 

You’re instinctually grinding down on him once you are, your insides painfully empty and sensitive so that the hard feeling of him through his pant fabric pressing against your clit is the most satisfying feeling you’ve ever had. He’s quickly grabbing at your hips to help push your core against him, and that angle of pressure paired with his attentive mouth against yours has you cumming in minutes, crying out into his mouth while he grips you harshly like a ragdoll, eventually mouthing at your jaw and throat so you can breathe again. It’s the kind of orgasm that has your senses short-circuiting, your vision going in and out of focus while your hearing turns fuzzy—it’s intense and euphoric. You feel drugged.

It’s unnatural how you’re instantly needy again once you come down, panting and light-headed but impatient when you scoot back to reach for his belt. Yuuta’s hand stops yours.

“Hang on—”  

“Please! Nii-san, I can’t wait, I need you—” 

“I know, let me—“ he interrupts himself to peck your lips again. You want him to never stop doing that—the satisfaction is addicting. “Let me give you head first.”

Those words knock the wind from your lungs. Because now is the first time you truly reckon with a truth you’ve been avoiding… Yuuta is experienced. You don’t know who or when (as far as you’re aware he’s never had a steady girlfriend) but the way he says those words makes it clear. Yuuta has made a woman cum. The idea brings a wave of jealousy you usually keep carefully buried—it’s an unspoken rule yuuta doesn’t mention his romantic affairs, so the reality of his sex life is something you’ve avoided. 

“I’m a virgin.” The words bubble out of you uncontrollably. Yuuta chuckles just a little before giving another quick kiss. 

“I know. That’s why I’m gonna go down on you.”

The effects of whatever aphrodisiac you’ve been exposed to clearly haven’t waned as Yuuta manhandles you into a position of his liking before he finishes his sentence—neither of you have gained the common sense necessary to move yourselves off the floor to Yuuta’s bed a yard away. Yuuta’s still the most aggressive you’ve ever felt him as he lays you down, trailing kisses and occasional bites down your skin till he makes his way to his own boxers that rest over your hips. You catch a little glare when he spots them, a week ago he told you to stop borrowing these—you’re my little sister! It’s not appropriate. 

How ironic, he doesn’t chastise you as he yanks those very same boxers down his little sister’s legs. Then he tosses them aside—not even commenting on how you got them all messy—and instantly sets to work, lapping at your pussy like a man starved.

It isn’t an experience to be taken lightly—the first lick of your brother's tongue has you moaning like a pornstar. You have to grip the roots of Yuuta’s soft hair for stability as his mouth sends electricity through your body, pleasure radiating from your cunt all throughout you till you’re not sure you know what to do with it all. Once he latches to your clit, sucking it like a pacifier while his pretty lashes blink closed in content, you can’t help but come undone again—your orgasm intense and lasting even longer than the last time—this feeling is addicting. 

Yuuta licks up as much of your release as he can when you do, then he’s quickly rising up, wiping his face with an arm before tugging off his shirt. 

You feel like the luckiest sister in the universe when you finally come back to earth to watch him, his sculpted body glistening in sweat as he reveals more and more skin—all for you. 

Yuuta’s pants are tugged off next, but not all the way. He gets impatient once they’re low enough for his cock to be freed, stroking it shamelessly, coating it in the mess he made from cumming in his pants. 

Your eyes go wide when you see his size. 

“S-sorry I know t’s a lot. Are you doing okay?” 

There’s a silent but in there, an unspoken i still need more.

You nod quickly, spreading your bent legs so he has full access—it’s true that you’ve cum hard enough twice to pass out for days, but your body is insatiable. Yuuta’s cock is what it truly wants; you won’t—can’t—rest till you get it.

Yuuta’s wasting no time—clearly as needy for you as you are for him. He’s already leaning over you, running his tip through your folds before you can find the desperate words to reply, “Need you inside me, Yuu.” 

That’s as much confirmation as Yuuta needs before he thrusts, stretching your virgin hole till it molds to fit him. There’s a pinch, a sting that pricks tears in your eyes as you accommodate his thick girth, but it’s replaced by the pure relief of him in a matter of seconds. You whine when he bottoms out, your body clenching and grinding towards him of its own volition—again, you’re insatiable. Luckily Yuuta seems to be on the same page as he quickly pulls almost completely out of you, earning a louder whine before slamming back in, hitting a deep, warm spot that has your vision blurring. 

It’s ruthless and mean the way he starts beating your cunt then—you can’t help but contrast it to the way Yuuta rocked you in his lap just a night ago to soothe you through a scary thunderstorm. This man, the one snapping his hips against your hole with bruising force and no breaks, is a different man completely.

You want to meet him halfway, to contribute to creating the absolute bliss that his cock quickly brings you, but your body can hardly keep up once Yuuta gets going. He’s so fast and strong, the most you can do is lay there and take it, clawing at his shoulders and back in a way that matches his animalistic energy. 

Maybe a minute is all it takes before your body comes undone around Yuuta’s cock. Almost too eagerly and certainly the fastest you’ve ever cum before—it would be embarrassing if it weren’t for Yuuta’s loud, wanton moan at the feel of it. 

“F-fuck your pussy’s too tight! Why does it feel so—ngh good—“ Yuuta fills you up for the first time then, flooding your insides with his creamy seed before you even finish twitching from your own release. The heat of your big brother’s cum in your tummy is irreplaceable—you fall in love with the feeling and don’t want it ever to leave. 

Luckily Yuuta’s not done, he’s still hard even after he pumps you full, and his movements don’t relent, in fact it almost feels like he’s fucking you deeper. 

“Y-yuuta it’s so much…” you manage to say through the stuffed sensation that reaches your throat.

You’re still crazy with want, you feel like you’d die if he stopped, and yet your mysterious sex-craze does nothing to counteract the overstimulation. 

“‘M sorry, ‘m really sorry I can’t stop,” Yuuta pries your weak legs up while he talks, folding you up in a mating press. You don’t have the words to reassure him that it’s fine, that you need this, because then you’re coming undone again, throbbing wildly on Yuuta’s cock while your eyes roll back in your head. Yuuta cums with you shortly after, and something in you rejoices that he’s filling you with more of himself—that he’s irreversibly spilling into your most intimate parts. 

He pulls out after that, and your legs go limp—all of you lifeless except your twitching, leaking cunt. It’s a good thing Yuuta’s still needy though, because even if your legs lack the strength to hold him, your insides are devastated by the lack of him—it’s wrong that he’s not still inside you.

“Yuuta—“ you start to protest before he’s manhandling you, dragging you till you’re half draped across his bed, shoving your school books and pencils out of the way. It’s like you’re partially standing, bent forward with your tummy against the mattress, but you let your legs dangle limply while you lay, unable to hold yourself. 

“I know pretty,” he replies, spreading your messy thighs and cunt before shoving himself back inside you, “can’t be done.” 

The sound his cock makes is obscene as it spreads you open again, paired with the whine you let out at the sensitive feeling mixed with relief. The new angle yuuta reaches makes you feel stuffed all the way to your chest. 

Yuuta doesn’t waste time before he’s pumping into you as relentlessly as before, pulling easy orgasms from you again and again till your hips are bruised from his hands and his comforter is soaked with your tears and snot and cum. 

Yuuta’s crying too by the time he cums a final time, gasping and whining while he fills you with what feels like his entire remaining life force, eventually using the last of his energy to pull out with a wince and collapse on the bed, pulling you up so you’re all the way on the bed next to him. You both lose consciousness finally. 

When Yuuta wakes he’s under unusual covers, and finds his vision illuminated by a pink night light—it takes him a minute to recognize that he’s in your room. 

But he’s still naked. He sits up with a gasp, reaching for you as the events of evening come flooding back to him, but you’re nowhere to be found—he realizes you must have coaxed him in here for some reason then left. The clock beside him reads five in the morning, but considering how early the two of you passed out the night before, it’s not surprising you’d clearly already woken. 

Yuuta sips from a cup of water on your nightstand, then finds a used bath towel you’ve got hooked on your door and wraps it around his hips, venturing dizzily out into the apartment. 

He hears the laundry machine going, and passes his room to find his bed stripped of sheets, the mess from your school supplies cleaned up.

Then he finds you in the kitchen with wet hair, clean clothes and an apron, flipping pancakes. 

You look delighted when you see him—more than usual—with a sweet smile and giant pupils. 

“Yuuta! Made you breakfast.” You say making your way to him. 

Not that Yuuta’s had much time to think on it, (he wasn’t worrying over his future when your tight pussy was milking his drugged senses yesterday, that’s for sure), but in the back of his mind, he was sure that fucking you would have irreparable effects on your relationship. You’d always love each other, of that much he was certain—you had a mutual trust in that department for sure. But he was also sure things would be awkward, maybe you’d need space at first and wouldn’t look at him the same. 

But then you hop your way over to him once he walks into the kitchen, rubbing hands up his bare chest before locking your arms behind his neck, reaching up on tiptoes to kiss his lips. And it’s not just a peck, either. And the curse’s aphrodisiacs have worn off. 

And maybe, the irreparable effects from last night aren’t going to be so awkward after all. 

[diorcities]

moon boy

pairing: haechan x fem!reader, afab!reader.

genre: fluff, smut.

content: breast groping, multiple orgasms, oral sex, breeding kink, unprotected sex, haechan overstim himself, lazy sex overall. enjoy !

an: hbd to my beloved @djxia0 ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡

masterlist.

margaret atwood was right when she said «i exist in two places. here, and where you are» whenever your boyfriend was out of town. finding yourself looking for parallels of you in every romance. smelling fragrances that remind you of him. sounds. music. movies. books. overthinking. does he also remind you when he sees things? smiling for no reason other than your name showing up on his mind.

it's almost impossible not to look at him. his face calm, asleep peacefully beside you. the same hands that pinned you on the bed while making love to you after what felt like years away from each other, now lie lazily on your back, locking you in his chest, which slowly rises and falls. half-open fleshy lips, which make you want to kiss. a knot of limbs from the waist down.

you lose track of time. hours pass. minutes. or perhaps seconds until his eyes open, first waking up from his sleep, and then he watches you. he gives you a tired smile, before securing the grip and drawing you further towards him. “creepy woman,” he says, leaving a kiss on your forehead. “what you mean?” you ask, trying to play it cool. he hums. “you really have to love me to stare at me while i sleep.” little did you know that he did the same when you were sleeping a few minutes ago.

“i'm just afraid that someone will come and take you while i sleep.” he stops stretching his muscles to look at you, his hands caressing the skin on your arm. “i won't go anywhere.” haechan kisses you passionately, his lazy tongue playfully teasing yours. deepening the kiss as he hover over you, your hands go to his cheeks, while you melt at his caresses. feeling an entire galaxy explode within you. gently biting his puffy lips, trying to encapsulate the moment and make it infinite. he breaks the kiss and looks at you, searching for any other insecurity, but these have faded. “can you breathe with my weight on you?” he asks. nodding, you wish he knows that it's the only way to breathe you know.

your eyes move to the clock on the bedside table. he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, spreading small kisses on your skin. you haven't dressed since the last time you made love. your skins touch each other unscrupulously, feeling each other's warmth. caressing each part already explored. knowing each other's favorite spots. tracing paths on his back, wide and soft, hearing him sigh with pleasure. “would like to eat now?” you ask after minutes of comfortable silence. he hums in agreement. “some pasta?” you suggest, feeling him shake his head. “what, then?.” he comes out of hiding, and looks at you. eyes gleaming and hinting something you don't take long to guess.

haechan smiles drowsily, before kissing you carefully. he leaves short, deep kisses on your lips, more and more sloppy, until he slides his mouth down your jaw and down. his head is lost under the covers, as he leaves a path of kissing to your crotch. you move the fabric away in one movement, wanting to get drunk from the view. “you look so heavenly right now, honey,” he states, watching your breathing increase. “let me have a taste of you, i bet you taste just like you look.”

a lash of pure euphoria invades you when his tongue licks your folds, before feeling it in your clitoris, rocking it up and down. silky. tasting you. when he hums with bliss on the exposed skin, it sends electrical currents to your senses. his hands hold your legs open while delighting in your taste, eventually going to your breasts, rubbing his thumb on your nipples and cupping them in his hands as his tongue twirl and lick you like a starved man. bobbing his head, and moving it from one side to another as he can't get enough of you. hands pulling his hair when he hits just where you want it. “there, hyuck...” you breathe, “there.” while blinking and moaning, letting him know how good he was eating you out. feeling your mind blurring, and your heart beating erratically.

you gasp for air. “oh, h-hyck,” he delights every time you pronounce his name. he swears it's the most beautiful sound in the world. your body shakes when he sucks gently, back arching and toe-curling, raising your legs on his shoulders, revealing a now reachable area that his tongue soon attacks. your hands make the sheets fists when the pleasure is unbearable, when your muscles tense and relax again as the sweet ecstasy bathes you whole. haechan enjoys the view of you, drinking your naked body and the few love marks he made in the previous encounters, before hovering over you. his weight is distributed in one hand next to your head, while his is buried in your neck.

you receive him by rubbing his back, pulling him to you, and leaving little kisses on his shoulders. his available hand caresses your hips and thighs, and his lips spread love in all the areas he can reach. he does it until he gets tired, and then, brushes his length at your entrance. your excitement causes it to slip into you with ease, gently. wanting to drink and feel every stimulus, every reaction of your bodies to coming together. “so pretty, moaning my name,” he praises you, “so fucked. shit, i'd love to breed you.”

“push it all inside,” you plead, aching for him. “so greedy.” you bring your hands to his butt and push him in. a high-pitched moan leaves his lips, as his length buries deeper in your pussy. a giggle full of pleasure runs through you that ends in a whimper. you bite your lip, wrapping your legs around his waist as he adjusts in the proper position before starting to penetrate you. he takes his pace, feeling you take him so well. he thinks he's going to lose his mind if you keep moaning like that. with slow, deep strokes that drives you crazy.

his hands seek yours, interlacing your fingers with his. lips going to lips. soft moans filling the air as he pumps you just right. legs trembling on either side of his hips, bringing him closer, causing him to grind against you, rocking his cock side to side, and up and down inside you, stimulating forgotten areas that make you twitch under his weight. he has always known how to find those spots, make you feel this good. possessing the perfect size to fill you, to light fireworks in your chest.

his moans are melody to your ears, caressing his hair, letting him use you as he pleases. hearing him struggle to keep the pace, because it's so hard when you're wailing in his ear and throbbing like that around his stimulated cock. no stamina left. both drained from past encounters. fucking each other senseless. yet not able to stop until you have the last essence of the other. until the sky runs out of stars.

haechan seeks your gaze. making eye contact, you bathe in the warmth of his brown eyes, like taking a shot of espresso on a rainy morning. like melted chocolate. as love would feel. burning and blooming inside out as the climax devours and leaves only quivers that shake your whole body. haechan curses. “where do you want it?” he wants to know. he holds it until you answer “inside.” resulting in spasms that shake his body as he releases inside you. filling you with his hot cum, until he empties himself. he keeps rocking his hips into you while pretty whimpers falls from his lips. even though you're still drunk from your high, you can't help but tighten the grip on his waist, and let him fuck you again. “fuck,” he says with a raspy moan.

he can't have enough of you. you both can't have enough of each other. and he's been far from you for so long, that your high arrives just by grinding into each other. your body quivers due to the euphoria draining you completely, while you sense haechan's legs trembling, “o-oh fuck, love.” yet he doesn't stop. when he gets up to lock eyes with you, you catch his face contracted in an unbearable look, with furrowed eyebrows and eyes glossy, thrusting you with a sloppy pace. his breathing, ragged and uneven, let out drawn-out groans. forehead creased and cheeks painted with the prettiest shade of pink. “you're so beautiful,” you whisper, “cum in me, hyuck.” you push him in with your hands, and it's the only thing that takes him to finally reach his climax.

you trap him in your embrace until his seed starts to come out of you along with your arousal, unwrapping your legs so he can slide out of you once he passes his high, resting his length on your stomach.

“give me a minute, baby, i physically can't move right now,” he states, dropping all his weight on you, nuzzling his nose in your neck. lips awkwardly leaving small, wet kisses. “just absorbing how good you felt.” his hand rubs circles on your thigh while he hums, melting under the caresses that your fingers leave on his scalp. a minute passes and haechan doesn't move. “hyuck, love,” you call his name softly, but there's no answer.

he has fallen asleep again.

[nadvs]

Can you dive more into how HBD Rafe supports reader during the birth of their babies? How soft and supportive he is with her and how scared he is but excited at the same time and wishing he could do more ...please 🩵

aw aw yes for sure!! 🥰

set in the home before dark universe

after she started dating rafe, it didn’t take a long time for her to see that he’s actually a really anxious person. it manifested through rage and escapism before he let her in, but since he doesn’t have a fraction of the temper he has with other people when it comes to her, she sees his anxiety come through his desperation to do well at everything and to be validated for it.

the longer she’s with him, the clearer she can see how much he struggles with low self-worth and paranoia, so when she wakes him up in the middle of the night almost nine months into her first pregnancy, feeling sharp contractions, she immediately recognizes his anxiety with the way he rushes them out of the house and speeds to the hospital. but still, he tries to calm her down even though he’s more worried than she is, mumbling it’ll be okay and i know you’ll do amazing.

the moment they’re there, she has actually never seen rafe be as polite and talkative as he is with the doctors and nurses, surely trying to get into their good graces so they treat his wife well. when they’re left alone in the room for a moment, she teases him a bit, asking what happened to her husband, and he offers her a small, worried smile, asking her what he can get for her, kissing her forehead a bunch of times, fearing he’s inadequate, that he won’t be able to help the way he needs to.

they get sent home that night because the contractions were false labor pains. each night until she actually goes into labor, he wakes up every hour with his mind racing, checking up on her, watching her breathe deeply in her sleep, feeling his pulse lower when he sees her.

when it’s time, he’s holding her hand as she lies in the hospital bed, looking at her with concern as she breathes through the pain, wishing he could do something to make it easier for her.

“squeeze my hand as hard as you need to,” he tells her, rubbing her fingers with his hand. “you’re doing so good.”

she looks at him through her grimace, finding peace in his eyes, telling herself it’ll all be worth it. when they hear their daughter’s first cries, rafe presses his head against his wife’s hand, starting to weep from the fear and love and excitement he’s feeling.

he’s terrified but so so so happy to start this new chapter, and when he holds his child for the first time, he finds a love in his heart that must have always been there but he hadn’t felt until now. he looks at his wife, knowing he’ll never be able to repay her for giving this to him.

when the second baby comes, rafe hopes he won’t be such a mess through the process again, but complications arise and he’s even more scared. the baby’s not turned correctly and rafe helplessly paces behind the doctor and nurse who are leaning over you in the bed.

they push against you at one point, making you wince in pain, and rafe huffs behind them.

“be careful,” he mutters.

“would it be best for you to step out for a moment?” he nurse says, trying to be sympathetic, clearly aware of how worried he is.

“i’m not leaving her,” rafe says with a shake of his head, looking at you with pain in his heart.

thankfully, they’re able to get the baby in the right position, and just like last time, rafe doesn’t leave your side through the process, his hand in yours, telling you how well you’re doing.

later, when you’re lying in bed holding your son, rafe comes in with water and ice chips for what feels like the hundredth time that day, asking how you are.

“can’t be that bad when i have you,” you answer, taking a sip of your water.

“i was a wreck,” he says with a disappointed sigh, “again.”

“you weren’t,” you say. you’re so used to him being hard on himself, thinking he doesn’t measure up. “you’re a great dad and a great husband.”

rafe nods, settling beside you. he feels guilty for talking about himself. this moment isn’t about him.

“you did so great,” he says. “i’m so proud of you.”

he’s always been in awe of your strength and bravery, ever since you tumbled into each other’s lives years ago and he watched you deal with something many people wouldn’t be able to handle.

your parents knock on the door with your daughter. your toddler rushes into the room and rafe scoops her up before she can try to jump onto the bed.

“be gentle with mommy,” he tells his daughter. “i’ll hold you so you can say hi to your brother, okay?”

it’s a daydreamlike moment, the three of you looking down at the newborn who has changed the dynamic of your little family in a second.

as your daughter beams at her sibling, you and rafe meet eyes, sharing a smile full of love and hope for the future. and you can see that there’s not a shred of anxiety in him right now. he looks like he feels that he’s exactly where he’s meant to be. because he does.

[mydearesthrry]

birthday wishes - h.s.

a/n: hi … this is long. it ends abruptly and im v sorry! apologies for my absence,,, enjoy :))

🎀 warnings/cw: nothing but fluff

🐇 pairing: 1dbandmember!reader x harry styles

💐 wc: n/a

summary: every year, Y/N posts something for harry’s birthday. every single year, no matter what.

a/n: pls keep in mind harrys relationship timeline or this wont make as much sense..? ok bye

2012

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yourinstagram: Happy birthday goof!! Thanks for always tuning my guitars for me. I can’t believe you are 18!!!!!!!!!

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harrystyles: Thaaaaaanks. I love youuuu. <3 <3 <3

user1: SHE CALLS HIM GOOF UGGGGHHHHHH

user2: i cant believe that this picture is real

user3: THE HEARTS IN HARRYS COMMENT

niallhoran: no bday post for me?? D:

2013

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yourinstagram: happy birthday h. u are 19. thats crazy. i owe my life to u thank you for being my best friend— thank you for you. i love u so so much bub :’)

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niallhoran: h day!!! time to celebrattteeeeee!!!!!!

annetwist: love you sweetheart!

harrystyles: I love youuuuuu!!!! Thank you lovebug. <3

zaynmalik: time to get drunk!

2014

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yourinstagram: its a national holiday!! happy birthday to my best friend, confidant, songwriting partner, and personal pillow. UR FUCKING 20. THATS INSANE. i love u so much pickle :’)

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gemmastyles: old man!!!

harrystyles: Thank you Olive :) Love you tons.

niallhoran: a special lads birthday!

zaynmalik: 🍻

jamescorden: pickle and olive!

2015

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yourinstagram: love you prince boy, happy birthday ❤️

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harrystyles: My favorite person alive. Xx

niallhoran: legal in the states!!!!

user1: his comment is so casual but so cutw i cant 😭😭😭

user2: i am so unstable shes literally posted every time on his birthday for years

user3: NEW PHH CONTENT!!!!!

ynrryupdates: our suspicions were right! she posted again this year ❤️❤️❤️

2016

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yourusername: hbd har <3 thank you for everything

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user1: no special note… i think we’re losing them

user2: :( not the same this year

user3: i think she’s holding back now because he’s official with kendall?

harrystyles: Thank you, it was wonderful seeing you. H

user4: this is weird…. harry’s comment isnt sitting right with me…?

gemmastyles: missed your face!!!!!!!!!! love you ❤️❤️❤️❤️

2017

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yourinstagram: happy birthday pickle, miss you <3

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annetwist: Missed seeing you! Come back and visit soon ❤️

harrystyles: Thank you Olive. Love you. Miss you more.

gemmastyles: missed my best friend ❤️❤️❤️

user1: are we… are we finally getting them back….

user2: slowly going back to normal………

user3: HES SO DRY 😭

user4: he said love you 😭😭😭😭😭 miss you more 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

2018

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yourinstagram: tbt our frat days 🤓 miss you always my bug, happy birthday ❤️ i love love you

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harrystyles: Be home soon, I miss you more than anything. Love you love you love you. Thank you. H x

gemmastyles: I NEED you to come over when you’re back in London!!!!!!!

annetwist: My baby! ❤️🎁🎉

user1: OH WE GOT THEM BACKKKKKK!!!!!!

user2: now that harrys a freeeeeee man we can get ynrry back like weve always dreamed of!

user3: HER bug… im unwell

2019

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yourusername: our time now, silly boy. happy birthday to my soulmate, lover, best friend… and everything else in between. i admire everything you do and I feel like the luckiest person alive to have the privilege of knowing you, cherishing you, and caring for u. that being said, i love you i love you i love you so much it hurts. thank you for choosing me. happy birthday pickle ❤️

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harrystyles: There’s no one in this world I love more than you. Thank you, baby. Very grateful for you, Olive. Xxx

jamescorden: FINALLY

billieeilish: thank GOD this has been the hardest secret to keep 😭😭😭😭

sabrinacarpenter: mom n dadddddd

annetwist: My babies ❤️🎂

user1: OH MY FUCKING GOD

user2: STOP I KNEW IT

user3: FINALLLYYYYYYYY

user4: IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ALL MY DAMN LIFE

2020

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yourinstagram: havent missed a year so why start now? happy birthday h, i love you so much ❥ p.s. ur fiance era looks so good on u ;)

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harrystyles: Thank you. And I agree; I’ve never looked better. ❤️

user1: WHATTTTTT THE FUCK

user2: THEYRE ENGAGED???!!!!!!!!!!

user3: remember in 2013 when they got asked a question on the this is us panel about how they dreamed of proposing/being proposed to and Y/N said in italy… he def proposed when they filmed golden

2021

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yourinstagram: first outing as newlyweds,,, only right to be celebrating pickles birthday too. bug… i trust u implicitly and love you entirely. my husband!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! happy birthday harry ❤️

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harrystyles: Soulmate. Thank you baby. H

sabrinacarpenter: cats out the bag… mom and dad are married !!!

annetwist: Official daughter ❤️❤️❤️

[em1e]

⠀ ⠀ ༝ i believe in the slow ride, so i drag your heart through the sand and snow

ハジメ // EVEN WHEN I'M NOT WITH YOU ⠀ ༝ ༝ timeskip!iwaizumi hajime ⠀ ༝ ༝ 1.1k words ⠀ ⚠︎ hbd iwa !! mutual pining, drinking, breakups ⠀— iwa’s never really been one to tell you no

iwaizumi hajime liked you. 

well, liked is a relative term, he thinks. he’s enamored by you - all heart eyed and mush in your palms when you touch him. 

and he thinks you might share his sentiment, from the way you’ve danced around him since high school. lingering touches, shared gazes when oikawa says something particularly annoying, small smiles and laughter reserved for him and only him when you’re alone. 

but neither of you seem bold enough in your feelings to make a move. 

so, instead of breaking the tension that seems to grow with each passing year between the two of you, you end up with other people. short relationships that never last longer than a few months, that end with you crying in each other’s arms because i really think i loved them. 

it leaves either of you clenching your jaw as you console the other, the numbing thought of i could treat you so much better lingering in the forefront of your minds. 

but it’s never the right time, never the right place, never the right day to bring it up, and neither of you do. 

it’s iwaizumi’s turn to hold you tonight. a break up with brad or blake or brandon really doing a number on you. 

“he just left, iwa! i caught him cheating and he didn’t even say anything.” 

you’ve always been like this after breakups - going through the motions like a changing mood ring. sadness, then anger, then sadness again, a sprinkle of vengeance if you’re feeling particularly upset. 

“that bastard’s gonna wish he never met me.” you’re frowning, glaring at nothing and iwaizumi can almost feel sorry for benjamin if not for the fact that he quite literally cheated on you. 

“let’s go out, iwa.” you say finally, shaking his shoulder, “i don’t wanna be home right now” 

you glance around your living room, scrunching your nose in distaste from the things braydon’s decided to leave in his haste to get away from your yelling. iwa’s never really been one to tell you no. 

“okay, let me message the guys.” 

you hop up with a small cheer, and it’s enough to leave iwa smiling as you leave to your room to get dressed while he pulls out his phone. 

iwa: You guys down to go out tonight? makki: sure what time mattsun: 👍 oikawa: have 2 check my schedule 

iwa: Like… in an hour? (y/n)’s getting ready. 

mattsun: so we have two hours. got it.

oikawa: i can make it then. tell them to wear something sexy ;) 

makki: don’t they have a bf lol 

oikawa: not anymore if we’re going out on a friday night

makki: good point. 

iwa: We’ll meet you guys at the club? 

mattsun: 👍

makki: 👍

oikawa: what is wrong with u guys oikawa: 👍

true to mattsun’s word, you come out two hours later all styled and pretty. any remnants of a broken heart were left in your bedroom, and iwaizumi can appreciate the fact that you look nice. you give him a small spin with a laugh when he’s been staring for too long and he clears his throat and prays his voice doesn’t crack as he speaks. 

“you look good.” 

“thanks,” you grin, grabbing your wallet and keys,“what did they say?” you nod towards the phone in his hand as you pat yourself down for your own phone. 

he shakes the device slightly as he stands, passing yours since you left it on the couch with him, “meeting us at the club.” 

“perfect! you ready?” 

he looks down at what he’s wearing, compares it to what you have on, and shrugs. his jeans and t-shirt will have to do, “sure.” 

༝ ༝

you’re probably four drinks down when you notice him. 

your now ex. brody? iwaizumi should really work on learning other people’s names. he noticed him when he walked in, even nudged oikawa’s side as if to say look what the cats dragged in, and word spread between the four boys quick - all realizing without you noticing. 

until now, at least. 

“iwaa. . .” you’re pressing into his side in the booth they’d laid claim to, fingers digging into his arm with a frown on your face, “went’a go get a drink ‘nd you won’t believe who bought it for me!” 

he knows who. he’s been watching you like a hawk since he walked in, arms crossed over his chest with a scowl that had oikawa say something about people will think you’re stalkin’ ‘em if you keep starin’ like that. 

still, he asks with a tilted head, “who?” 

“dylan.” you say the name with such venom, it almost makes him laugh, completely disregarding the fact that he was way off on what his name could’ve been. 

oikawa, ever the instigator beside him gasps, “no!” 

“yes!” you groan, leaning into iwaizumi’s bicep, and he’s glad he’s three drinks in - he can blame the flush on his cheeks on that, surely, “will one of you come dance with me?” 

iwa’s not the dancer of the group. in fact, anyone else would have been a better choice, but mattsun’s outside vaping, makki’s at the bar flirting with some chick who he claimed has big honkers (whatever that means), and oikawa . . . knows about iwaizumi’s growing love for you. 

the brunette practically shoves the both of you out of the booth, offering a grin when you giggle and iwaizumi glares. he props his legs up in the seat, leaning back against the wall with his arms behind his head, making himself comfortable and just as iwaizumi is about to tell him off, your fingers are wrapping around his wrist and pulling him to the center of the room. 

you arms wrap around his neck, and his own hands find themselves at your waist naturally. 

the world around you seemed to melt away as the two of you dance to the beat of your own music, swaying back and forth. iwa thinks he could die tomorrow and be happy just from the way you hold him, from the way you’re looking at him now. 

and then you smile at him, something small and cute, and iwa thinks then surely he has died and this is his own personal form of heaven. 

“you’re so pretty iwa.” you mumble out, words barely caught by him from the noise surrounding you. 

“ya think so?” 

you nod, one hand removing itself from his shoulders to cup his cheek, “very much so.” you confirm, eyes softening when he leans into your touch. 

that’s really all it takes to break any resolve he has left, fueled on by the few shots flowing in his system to lean down and press a kiss to your lips that holds the desperation of five years on his tongue. 

when he pulls away, you’re almost gasping, fingers tangled in the front of his shirt trying to pull him back in for more - 

and iwa’s never really been one to tell you no.

[simpforchuchu]

POV You are dating Todoroki and you are from Housen

Your Insta 🌟

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Y/n it's been literally a year and still checking for me if the food is too hot... sometimes i miss the times we kicked each other :D @/todoroki ♥️

|| todoroki I've never kicked you???

--》y/n yeah cause you punched me

--》todoroki Could it be because we were literally in the middle of a fight?

--》y/n yeah maybe

|| fujio Sometimes i cant recognize him

--》y/n dont worry he will be same when he is back

--》fujio Happy anniversary btw 🥰

--》y/n thanks bro 🥺

|| shidaken It's been literally a year since you became the TRAITOR among us...

--》y/n I hate you... you know that right ?

--》shidaken yeah and i dont care

--》y/n @/sachio 😔😔 get him plz

--》sachio happy anniversary y/n-chan 💕 you deserve the world

--》y/n NOW I WANT TO CRY 😭😭💕💕💕

|| odajima you grew up y/n-chan 🥺

--》y/n you are just one year older than me...

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Y/n Yuken sent me this pic and just said "You are adopted"

|| jinkawa it was a joke

--》y/n not a nice one...

--》odajima yeah and it wasnt a joke...

--》y/n AT LEAST IM THE CHOSEN ONE

|| fujio Is Todoroki with you ?

--》y/n yeah why?

--》fujio nothing

--》y/n okay

|| sawamura Nice pic.. without you ;)

--》y/n Does Yuken know who broke his glasses ?

--》sawamura y/n... no.

--》y/n oh so you didnt tell him...

--》odajima ....

--》sawamura you little demon

--》y/n 😚

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Y/n We came back home and fujio was sitting like this... probably he's been here since morning...

|| fujio not since morning

--》y/n ☹

--》tsukasa why didnt you just call Todoroki?

--》fujio i didn't want to ruin their date

--》y/n cute but really you could've just call us sjkles

--》fujio 😔😔

--》y/n 😃😃

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Y/n GORGEOUS AND MINE. ❤

|| todoroki i am suprised

--》y/n why ?

--》todoroki you spelled gorgeous correctly...

--》y/n ...

|| odajima what is this yandere vibe ?

--》y/n none of your business:)

|| tsuji we miss him too...

--》y/n next time we can go together 🤗🤗

--》todoroki absolutely no.

--》shibaman :(

--》tsuji ):

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Y/n You are my best birthday present. ❤

|| todoroki ❤

|| sachio Wishing you the greatest bday, y/n-chan. 💕

--》y/n Sachiooo 😭💕

|| shidaken hbd

--》y/n ty

--》odajima y/n dont be too late we want to eat the cake!!!

--》y/n what cake ?

--》odajima ups... it was gonna be suprise for you 😄

--》y/n DONT EAT MY BDAY CAKE YOU BITCH

|| tsuji happy birthday y/n-san 🥰

--》shibaman 🥳🥳🥳

--》y/n 💕💕

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Y/n I am the luckiest girl ever.Love you guys 💕 And love you too Sachio-san 🥺💕

|| odajima wow it is the first time you ever wrote smth nice for us

--》y/n i can delete it ?

--》odajima no :D 💕🙏

|| shidaken and now what ? Are you gonna cry ?

--》y/n I should've said -except Kenzo-

--》shidaken 🤢

--》y/n 😔

|| jinkawa we love you too y/n 🥰

--》sawamura some days 💕

--》y/n 🥲💕

|| sachio 💕💕

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Y/n And now he is stealing my bf ???

|| todoroki ahahah no.

--》y/n Why did you leave me here ?

--》todoroki cause you said you are scared of fish ?

|| odajima maybe i am a better option

--》y/n 🤬🤬🤬

--》odajima 🙃

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Y/n Yeah my turn bitches 😛 And he looks hot 🥵

|| todoroki you shouldn't write these kind of things here

--》y/n idc 😋❤

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Y/n yeah they came and made me buy them ramen... And they are older than me... anywayss with my lovely bros 😒

|| tsuji you love us

--》y/n unfortunately

|| shibaman ramen was good btw

--》y/n :D

|| fujio And now they spending your money ?

--》y/n yeah :(

--》fujio i want ramen too 😍

--》y/n Yosuke will kill you all, yk right ?

|| todoroki why are they with you ?

--》y/n i guess im more fun :D

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Y/n He'll kill me for sharing this one but... Love you babe ❤😍 @/todoroki

|| todoroki  unfortunately... i love you too ❤

--》y/n 🙃

|| odajima i wasn't expecting him to be this muscular...

--》y/n How could you forget? He beat you with those muscles...

--》odajima you... you are gonna come back yk that right???

--》y/n sachio will protect me :')

--》sachio not this time...

--》y/n 🥲🥲

[actorsmask]

Happy Birthday, Blythe.

Blythe’s birthday throughout the years.

Words: 1,816

HBD, Blythe Throughout the Years. -> HBD, Blythe (Present day) -> HBD, Blythe (Extra)

5 years old.

Confetti was scattered amongst the ground, colorful streamers hung from wooden poles carrying the street lights, presents stacked on top of each other on a table, delicious food both homemade and ordered on another, and multiple children ran around the field of grass with toy swords. A banner with the words 'Happy Birthday' was also hung up. 

The children were all play-fighting with their swords, laughing and yelling with each other as they ran around. Some of the older children had gotten the cardboard dragon costume they made to play with them, pretending as if the young ones were knights and they were the evil dragons.

Amongst one of the younger children was Blythe Solace, who just so happened to be the young boy celebrating his birthday today. Everyone decided to make him the princess that needed to be saved since it was his birthday. The young boy laughed as he was chased by his sister, Alaia, who was dressed as a dragon as well.

“Save meeee!!! One of the dragons is chasing me arouuuund!!!!”

“Onwards, save the princess from the dragons!”

“You’ll never stop me! I’m gonna gobble up the princess!!”

Blythe squealed as the head of Alaia’s dragon costume nudged against him, making him trip onto the grass and laugh even more as he was tickled by her. The rest of the kids all charged at her and helped Blythe esacpe again. This repeated itself a few times until Blythe and Alaia’s parents called everyone over.

After everyone was gathered around the table, they all started singing happy birthday to Blythe, who was standing on a chair so he could reach the top of the cake to blow his candles.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you! Happy biiirthdaaay dear Blythe~! Happy birthday to you!!”

“Make a wish, Blythe! Make sure not to tell.”

“Tell us, tell us!”

“Nuh uh, it’s my wish, and I’m gonna keep it!”

“Awwww, please???”

“Let Blythe blow out his candles, dear.”

That made him laugh, and after a deep breath, Blythe finally blew out his candles. His wish? That everything would stay the way it was, that he could celebrate his birthday like this every year.

10 years old.

“HALT!! GIVE BACK WHAT YOU STOLE THIS INSTANT, YOUNG MAN!!”

Another bullet dodged, another hand to escape from, another escape route taken, and another wall climbed. It took more than usual to shake off the guards chasing them, but this planet was remote, so they were eventually able to distract all of them long enough to vanish without a trace.

Quickly running back to the abandoned shed that they were staying in, they stepped inside and blocked off the door with some of the wooden planks inside. Finally, alone at last…

Usually, Blythe would’ve been able to shake off the guards faster. But the food they stole this time was rather fragile, and needed to be handled with care. When they opened their bag and saw the cake still intact, they sighed in relief. It even came with candles too!

They lit the small fireplace and used the fire to light the candles and placed them on the cake, then they brought out all the other stuff they smuggled. It consisted of assorted berries and fruits, some chocolate they managed to nab, and some peanuts and hazelnuts. Oh! And they also got some orange juice and water. 

If they remember correctly, they turned 10 today, so it seemed right to celebrate more than usual!

Now that everything was all set, they started to sing happy birthday. 

“Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear Blythe…~... 

Happy birthday to… You..”

Blythe made their wish and blew out the candles. Their wish? That sometime soon, they could have someone to celebrate with.

16 years old

It’s their first birthday off the streets… And they couldn’t feel more grateful. When they woke up, Maeve was kind enough to prepare breakfast in bed and gave them a large teddy bear that they had eye’d in the store a few days ago. 

Blythe was ecstatic! They went down the stairs to find the place decorated with streamers, balloons, confetti, and all of the things they had heard about from Maeve. It was so colorful it made their eyes hurt, but they didn’t care! It was amazing!

“Thank you so much, Mae! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Hahaha, it’s no problem, doll! I’m just making sure to give my Blythey Wythey the best birthday ever! You deserve that much dear~ Now come, come! Blow out the candles!”

“Huh? But shouldn’t we wait for the others?”

“It’s our little secret, doll! Consider it a private celebration.”

They liked the sound of that and nodded, laughing as they followed her into the kitchen and saw the cake. It looked beautiful, just like her…

Blythe made sure to shake that thought out of their head, they can think of how pretty Maeve is after blowing out their candles! Speaking of candles, Maeve had gotten a lighter and lit the candles before starting to sing happy birthday. 

When she was done singing, Blythe looked at her before blowing their candles out. Their wish? To always celebrate this happily.

17 years old

It was just another day. They needed to get the groceries in time or else Maeve would get mad. 

19 years old

It was a Sunday, and Sampo had said they’d be staying on this particular planet a bit longer, so they had used the opportunity to sleep in a bit more.

Want to take a guess who decided to wake them up before the sun has even risen? If you guessed Sampo fucking Koski, you’re correct. He practically dragged Blythe out of their bed and made them wash their face so they’d wake up a bit more.

“Ughhh… Why’d you wake me up..? You said we aren’t leaving the planet yet, so there’s no need to wake up so early, big brother…”

“I promise it's still important, my dearest sibling! Don’t you trust your big brother?”

“Not when you woke me up so early on a Sunday…”

“So grumpy! That thing hasn’t changed about you, ya know?”

They just waved their hand dismissively with a grumble, making Sampo laugh again as he led them through the hallway of the apartment he had rented out for the duration of their stay. All of a sudden, he stopped walking.

“Are we there yet?”

“Nearly! But first, I need you to put on this blindfold!”

Sampo held up said blindfold in his hand, immediately making Blythe wary as they took a step back and looked up at him suspiciously. Even if the two of them had gotten significantly close ever since they first met, there were still some things that Sampo doesn’t know about what happened to Blythe before the Fools.

He reached a hand out, looking at them for permission and placing it on their shoulder when they nodded. “I won’t do anything bad, trust me. I just got a small surprise for you is all!”

“You promise me there’s nothing bad?” Then he made a small gesture of making a cross over his heart and smiled.

“Cross my heart and hope to die, and I swear on my mask!”

“Wow, that’s a tall order.”

“All the more reason to trust good ol’ big brother!”

It made Blythe laugh a bit, Sampo following shortly after. When they stopped laughing, they let out a sigh and nodded. “Alright, I’ll put on the blindfold. Just don’t make me run into a wall or something.” “I’d never!” Another laugh let out as Sampo stood behind them and tied the cloth around their eyes.

“Can you see my hand?”

“Nope.”

“Perfect! Now follow me, walk slowly alright?”

Honestly, Blythe was scared. Not because of Sampo, but more like they really didn’t want to bump into something and get a bruise. Or worse, trip and fall and break something. But since Sampo was guiding them, the journey to wherever they were going was short and safe.

“Stand here and don’t take off the blindfold till I say so, okay?”

Blythe nodded and stayed where they stood. They could hear Sampo walking around a bit, and some stuff being placed down on something. After a few minutes, he spoke up again.

“Alright, take it off!”

And so they took off the blindfold, blinking a few times before dropping the cloth in shock as they processed what was in front of them.

Of course, Sampo was there. But what surprised them was what was around him. A few rainbow balloons were tied to the chairs, a small shiny gold streamer curtain hung from the ceiling to serve as the background. The round table was covered with a cloth and colorful confetti. The lights were dimmed down so it wasn’t too bright, but not completely dark either.

What really caught Blythe’s attention was the chocolate cake decorated with frosting and sprinkles. A few things were frosted on like their mask, some stars and planets, a sun, and a few flames. There were two small sparklers, and ‘Happy Birthday Blythe!’ was also frosted onto the middle of the cake.

They stepped closer and stared at the cake, then looked at all the decorations(even if there weren’t that many), then at Sampo. Who was carefully watching their reaction with a smile on his face.

“August 12. Your birthday, mentioned it once. You also mentioned how you didn’t get to celebrate it properly due to reasons, right?”

Blythe nodded, still a bit too shocked to speak. Sampo laughed and reached out to ruffle their hair, making them squeak. But this didn’t stop them from tackling him into a tight hug, which he reciprocated quickly.

“... Thank you...”

“Hey, don’t thank me yet, you haven’t gotten to blow out the candles!”

As Sampo said that, he got out a lighter and lit the candles. He sat Blythe down and stood beside them, clearing his throat before starting to sing them happy birthday.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Blythe~”

Blythe laughed when Sampo poked their nose and messed with their hair again.

“Happy birthday to you~”

With that, Blythe made their wish and blew out the candles. Almost immediately, they stood up and hugged Sampo again. He hugged them back and rubbed their back. “Now you can say thank you.”

“Pfft–... Thank you, big brother… It… It means a lot…”

“I know, that’s why I did it! You’re welcome, Blythe. Wanna tell me your wish?”

“Hmmm… Nah, I think I’ll keep it to myself.”

“Alright, alright~... Happy birthday, Blythe.”

“Thank you, big brother.”

What was their wish, you ask? Simple. Blythe wished they could celebrate their birthday with the best big brother in the world as much as they can!

It's Blythe's birthday! Also known as the day I decided to make this blog. Even if it started as an anon blog, I'm very glad it turned into a full blown OC. I don't regret making Blythe at all.

Thank you guys for your support, and for following and reblogging and liking!

P.S: There's just one more fic to watch out for :)

[sailtomarina]

HBD, Harry!

Maybe if he pretended today was like any other day, nobody would remember that it was Harry Potter’s birthday.

Once upon a time, nothing would have made him happier than acknowledgement of his day of birth, much less these several past years of celebration. It had all started with Hagrid’s cake and a curly pig tail, and now? Now, Harry was well into his 30s. The time for rejoicing in turning one year older was over. 

Just this past month he’d finished training the next line of aurors, kids straight out of their N.E.W.T.s and over eager to catch the baddies and get their names in the limelight. He’d put them through their paces, made them almost wish they’d never been born. He could still run laps around young adults twenty years his junior. They only wished they could land a single hex on the Head Auror. 

That still didn’t stop him from realizing that it had been years since he last beat his personal bests. He could glare at his Nimbus 5000 all he wanted—the broom still couldn’t catch his decade-old record. Harry had carved the downward turn of his graph of marathon times into his heart. There was no question about it.

He was getting old.

So forget about the cake, forget about the candles and sparklers. Forget about a special dinner. He’d take Ginny out the next weekend, somewhere poncy, somewhere she’d get to wear some sinful, body-hugging excuse of a dress.

He should’ve known better than to expect her to forget. He should’ve stolen one of Hermione’s latest Time Turners, or maybe jumped straight from bed into his invisibility cloak.

The second he walked into the kitchen for his morning coffee before work, Ginny pounced.

“Hey there, birthday boy.” She snagged him in her arms and shoved him against the counter.

“Ginny, wait—”

Any protests were silenced by a swift yank on his tie, another hand in his still unruly hair—thank goodness he’d never have to worry about balding—and the complete ownership of his lips by one Mrs. Potter.

How could he do anything but submit? Of course he’d wrap his arms around her and her still fit form.

“I made reservations for Tito’s,” she bit out breathlessly, hands now yanking at the buttons of his shirt. 

“Love, I’d rather stay home—” He choked as she twisted a nipple and grinned up at him.

“We can come home after and stay in bed for however long you’d like.” She peppered his chest with kisses, moving steadily downward.

“It’s not that, it’s just…Gin!”

He yanked her up the moment she reached for his belt, and nearly laughed at the look on her face, a mixture of someone having stolen the last pudding and the sight of an open shot to the goalpost.

“What?”

“Can we not celebrate my getting older this year? We can go to Tito’s this weekend instead and celebrate, I dunno, your next big scoop.”

Oh, he did not like the smirk on her lips.

“Are you…having a midlife crisis?”

“No!”

“Because Harry, you know witches and wizards live a lot longer than muggles, right? We’re not even middle aged.”

“I know that.”

“Then why the sudden hesitation?”

He could barely think with the way her fingers brushed up and down his torso. “I’m not old, but I’m not young. I haven’t beaten my own times in years. We have three kids now. I sit behind a desk more than go out into the field.”

Ginny snorted before running her eyes down his body, licking her lips at the sight. “Babe, do you even realize why you’re not getting faster?”

“Why?” He dared her to say it. That he was fat, that he was slow. As ridiculous as the desire was for her to state the ugly truths, he needed someone else to point them out.

She lay her hands flat against his stomach with a predatory smile. “You didn’t have these when you were a seeker, not even in the first few years as an auror.” She pressed down on his abs, making him flex in reaction.

That did make sense. He was several stone heavier now than he was as a new recruit, so of course he’d be slower. He wasn’t a bodybuilder, or anything like that, but there was a weight to his movements now, one that he’d unconsciously adapted to in combat and mock quidditch matches.

“So no more of this birthday-less nonsense, okay? I want to celebrate my husband’s special day…starting right now.”

She resumed her descent and there were no further protests. Harry’s mind blissed out over the next couple of hours, and nobody batted an eyelash when he waltzed into the Auror Department late. It was his birthday, after all.

WC 797 Might this be my first ever Hinny? I think it is, other than when I've referred to them in Dramione pieces. Either way, happy birthday, Harry!

[mewmewchann]

IT'S MY BOY'S BIRTHDAY YIPPEE!!!!!!!

I drew another of the new birthday cards for him and I love how it came out :3 hbd Ennosuke!!

(also I write birthday wishes for each of the characters like in the game and I felt like y'all would like to see his :>)

Birthday wishes - Ennosuke Sumeragi (August 25th)

Kiyoshi: Happy birthday, Ennou. I know you like this composer, so seeing an orchestra performance of theirs together will be nice, right? I hope you enjoy it. Miyata: Ennosukeeeeee! Happy birthday! Thank you for everything you do for us! You'll take a break for ONCE today, right?? Ehe~! Matsuoka: Abupbup. No getting back to work today, sir. I'm gonna FORCE you to relax if I have to…Kidding!…No I'm not. Anyway… Hatsune Miku (Memento Rosa): Seeing Ennosuke grow into his own is truly wonderful…The Ennosuke I first met that day and the Ennosuke now couldn't be more different, but are also undeniably the same…It's so lovely, isn't it? Toya: Iida said it was Sumeragi's birthday today…Should I find a way to pass along my well wishes to him?…Akito, it'll be fine. Akito: Dude, if you give that guy the time of day we'll never hear the end of it!…Ugh fine, your funeral I guess… Mafuyu: "Have a good day, or something like that." …Amia, what do you mean that's not all I should send. It gets the message across just fine.

Ennosuke: It's strange to see so many people sending me their well wishes…I've never felt like this before. I'm so happy I could cry…I truly do appreciate this…

[siphoklansan]

Happy Birthday, Charin! [Scroll down to see Q&A details]🎉

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝗺𝗺𝗼𝐧𝐞𝐝: Oh? Now, aren’t you adorable for giving me your wishes…There’s nothing I want more than you by my side, though~

หือ? น่ารักเสียจริงที่ได้มาอวยพรวันเกิดให้กระผม…แต่ไม่มีอะไรที่กระผมอยากได้นอกจากคุณที่มาอยู่เคียงข้างกายนะขอรับ~

𝐒𝐮𝗺𝗺𝗼𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞: Ahahahaha! I didn’t expect so many people to come over. But then again, Kalim did say that he’d invite a whole crowd… *ahem* Anyway, thanks for being here, sweet heart. Let’s get you a slice of cake, shall we?

อะฮ่าฮ่าฮ่าฮ่า! กระผมไม่ได้คิดว่าจะมีคนร่วมงานวันเกิดเยอะขนาดนี้ แต่คาลิมก็ได้บอกนะว่าจะเชิญชวนผู้คนมาเพิ่มขึ้น… *อะเฮิ่ม* ยังไงก็ตามขอบคุณอย่างยิ่งที่ได้มาร่วมงานนะขอรับ ผมขอไปตัดเค้กสักชิ้นสองชิ้นให้คุณก่อนนะครับ~

𝐆𝐫𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝐯𝐲!!: [LOCKED]

𝐇𝗼𝗺𝐞: *Yawn* I think I may have been a little too excited for my birthday last night…

*หาว* สงสัยกระผมคงตื่นเต้นสำหรับวันเกิดมากเกินไปสินะ…

𝐇𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝐈𝐝𝐥𝐞 1: Siphok told me she made a hand made gift for me, and that I have to open it last. I wonder what she has up her sleeve…*chuckles*

สิบหกได้บอกกระผมว่าเธอตั้งใจทำของขวัญให้กระผมมากับมือและกระผมต้องเปิดของขวัญชิ้นนั้นเป็นอันดับสุดท้าย อยากรู้จริงๆว่าเธอกำลังแอบคิดแอบซ่อนอะไรอยู่นะ~

𝐇𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝐈𝐝𝐥𝐞 2: Lilia bought me a new shirt! He drew on the patterns himself, wanna see? [Charin shows you a shirt of a merman that looks a little too much like Charin playing heavy metal while surfing]

ลิเลียได้ซื้อเสื้อยืดอันใหม่ให้กระผมด้วยล่ะ! เค้าวาดลวดลายเองด้วยอยากเห็นมั้ย?

𝐇𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝐈𝐝𝐥𝐞 3: [LOCKED]

𝐇𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝐈𝐝𝐥𝐞 - 𝐋𝗼𝐠 𝐈𝐧: How’s the party so far, love? Are there any creeps bothering you? Let me know, and I’ll get rid— *ahem* take care of them right away, yeah? Your comfort is my top priority.

สนุกกับงานวันเกิดมั้ยขอครับ? มีใครมาก่อกวนรังแกคุณหรือเปล่า? บอกผมได้เลยนะขอรับไม่ต้องเกรงใจเดี๋ยวผมซัด— *อะแฮ่ม* จัดการพวกมันให้เองขอรับ ความสะดวกสบายของคุณเป็นสิ่งที่สำคัญที่สุดของกระผมขอรับ

𝐇𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝐈𝐝𝐥𝐞 - 𝐆𝐫𝗼𝗼𝐯𝐲: [LOCKED]

𝐇𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐩 1: [Shutter Noise] Oh! *sigh* Who took a pic of me again? Are they too shy to ask for a photo or something? This happened thrice already…

[เสียงกล้องถ่ายรูป] อุ้! เห้อ~ ใครแอบถ่ายกระผมอีกแล้ว? เขินผมหรือไง? กระผมโดนมาสามรอบแล้วเนี่ย…

𝐇𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐩 2: Anan told me to take it easy and not worry about my body guard duties for the day. As if I ever had to worry about it in the beginning…I still wonder why he even needs a body guard.

อนันต์ได้บอกกระผมว่าไม่ต้องห่วงเรื่องหน้าที่บอดี้การ์ดของผมวันนี้ แต่ผมก็ไม่ได้ห่วงเรื่องหน้าที่ของผมตั้งแต่แรกอยู่แล้ว…จนถึงวันนี้ผมยังงงอยู่ว่าทำไมยักษ์อย่างอนันต์ต้องการบอดี้การ์ด

𝐇𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐩 3: It’s a bit windy outside, take my jacket. Hm? You’re turning red, love! Are you okay?!

ข้างนอกลมแรงอยู่เอาแจ็คเก็ตของผมไปเถอะขอรับ หืม? เอ้ะทำไมหน้าแดงจัง! ไข้ขึ้นหรือครับ?!

𝐇𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐩 4: [LOCKED]

𝐇𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐩 5: [LOCKED]

𝐇𝗼𝗺𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐩 - 𝐆𝐫𝗼𝗼𝐯𝐲: [LOCKED]

𝐃𝐮𝗼:

[CHARIN]: Siphok…the gift, I…

สิบหก…ของขวัญนี้มัน…เรา…

[SIPHOK]: Don’t get all sappy now! HBD, Rin~

อย่าพึ่งร้องเด้อ! แฮปๆนะรินทร์~

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐋𝗼𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞: Oh my, I think I’m blushing just from the sight of you in front of my door step! How sweet of you to join my birth party. Tell me, would you mind taking a photo with me? I think we’d look cute together~

เขินจังมีคนน่ารักมาอยู่หน้าประตูหอของผม! น่าเอ็นดูจังเลยที่มาร่วมงานกับผม~ ถ้าไม่รังเกียจมาถ่ายรูปกับกระผมได้มั้ยขอรับ? ผมว่าพวกเราน่าจะดูเข้ากันดีน่ะขอรับ~

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY COMFORT OC, CHARINNN🎉🎉🎂🎂 I love him so much, my dear dear son fr😔🫶 I added a Thai version of his voice-lines so some of you (Thai fans ;__;) can understand his character better!! Charin is always polite to people he’s not close to. But to his close friends (Including Anan)? Bro’s unhinged—

Q&A DETAILS📍

This is a Q&A for Charin’s birthday!! Which means, the asks can only relate to Charin!

Charin will answer those asks— and I can’t guarantee a drawn response!

Please be civil with your questions (no NSFW or controversial asks)

Please follow the rules and have fun~

Q&A starts 17th of July and Ends at 20th of July

Relationship chart edited by me! Credits to blueberrythan on Twitter!

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Firstly, THE COMMENTS ON THE TEXT CONVIS POST!!! I'M PISSING 😭😭 He's so desparate, I can see him killing another assassin and stealing his phone just to text us to unblock him

About giivng Mandy a sibling, I think Tan would consider it since he'll want her to have someone like he has Lem

Also, Mandy swearing because she accidently heard Tan swear once?

You said his look can be intimitating, even if it's soft. Imagine we look away or hide in his shoulder, so he softly grabs our face to make us look at him. 🫠🫠

Buying him lolipops to replace a cig for when he can't smoke? And they're cherry flavor? :))

Sorry I'm always asking those things but have you thought about a backstory for us and Tan? I made one but I think it sounds kinda silly so I don't know if I should send it

I know I sound like a broken record since I already said this in like 3 already. I really do enjoy being back and writing to you, I was afraid my love for him was fading away, I didn't like any ideas I wrote in my notes and was overall pretty sad. (He was still on my mind, it's as if this man made himself a cozy room in my brain and is never leaving) I got sick in january so I had to stay at home and thought I might as well rewatch the movie. So many scenes and snarky remarks of him got me thinking "oh yeah that's why I fell in love with him". So now I'm here again. I love reading your response as well as the comments. 💗💗  Sorry for the ramble I wanted to get it off my chest

(Just wanted to ask, the next time your requests will be open, would you be ok with writing a small fic, like 700 words? If no that's completly fine !! I already saved a headcanon and small drabble for next time :)) Planning on sending more text convos this weekend

Also love your atj shirt. Might have to get a custom one for my bday <3 💺 anon

— right??? 😭😭😭 omg yes!! or even having to go out and get another sim card in order to text you. he probs has a stash of miscellaneous blocked ones piled somewhere

— he so would!! he would want her to have a best friend in sibling form. he wants for her to have someone she can talk to when older. and all those sibling bonding things

— she definitely has😭😭 I believe fuck is an easy one to say?? so that might be her first

— AAARDFGH !!! YES YEA YEAH YUP YEP

— super super cute!!! and cherry!! sneaky, I like it

— you know what, I actually haven’t. I prefer civilian readers, so it’s a little difficult bc being assassin would be easier to connect. but I have a concept idea of their relationship, but not how they met. don’t be daft, nothing you’ll send would be silly. you’re more than welcome to send it in if you’re comfortable. there’s no such thing as silly around here

— I really do as well!! it’s actually fun to talk to someone about him like this rather than myself all the time😭 awh!!! im glad you’re back into him now !! (and hope you’re feeling better now) never be sorry, thank you for sharing 💓💓

— they’re still open if you want to send something in, luckily been working through my inbox pretty fast so now I have a decent enough backlog in my drafts. and yes, ofc, that’s absolutely fine angel. looking forward to the text convos!! they were real fun

— AAAAH THANK YOU!! yes yes get one!! and happy birthday in advance if it’s coming up soon, if it is send in an ask so I can wish you a HBD💓

[misscrazyfangirl321]

Hbd and sunny: get out of here.

At last, the follow-up to Poor Penny and Damien's Horrible No Good Very Bad Day (feat. bonding)

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He finds her in the office, bent over some files, flipping through them with a determined look on her face. It's a look he knows all too well; he wore it himself once, some thirty years ago. She wants to fix the unfixable, to change what is already firmly set in place.

"Get out of here," he says flatly, without as much as a greeting. He will not let her become him, no matter what.

"I have to find out who did this." She doesn't even look up. "I have to stop them. I can't let them hurt anyone else, I-"

"We'll stop them. But not tonight. It's late; you need sleep."

She swallows. "I can't sleep. If I sleep, they might hurt someone else."

It's been days. Days since she and Damien were taken. Probably days since she's had a good night's sleep. No wonder she's barely making sense. "Listen, you need to-"

"I need to stop them. I thought you of all people would understand that."

The words land squarely between his ribs, and for a heartbeat, he cannot breathe, cannot think, cannot do anything but stare in horror, struggling to fit the cold words into the warm young woman that he knows.

Then she stills and looks up at him, face suddenly pale. "I'm-I'm so sorry. I didn't-I just meant because you're so determined to close cases, not-I didn't mean-" Tears well up in her eyes, and he forces himself to exhale, to let the pain wash over him and out.

"My wife's dead." He tries to keep his voice even. "Damien's not. So get out of here; he needs you with him, not here, buried in paperwork."

"But-" She's trembling, and he really wishes Ellie was here. She'd know exactly what to do, what to say, to fix this. He's a jagged blade meant to help a butterfly, and he doesn't know how to do anything but cut. "But it's my fault. They took me, but he-he could have gotten away. He almost did. But they put a gun to my head, and he-" She falls silent, burying her face in her hands, as the pieces fall into place. Then he sighs.

"It wasn't your fault-"

"It was!" She can scarcely manage each word. "So now I have to stop them, before-"

"Hey." He aims for gentle but firm, though Ellie has always been better at that than him. "He's alive. And he'll be a lot more upset if you're not there when he wakes up."

She says nothing, just continues shaking, and he tentatively steps toward her. Slow, uncertain, he reaches out, resting a hand lightly on her shoulder. That's how this comfort thing is supposed to work, right?

Her head lifts, eyes red and puffy, and she stares at him for three long seconds, until he's almost ready to yank his hand away and swear off doing the whole comfort thing at all-

And then he finds himself with two arms full of human. She clings to him, face buried in his chest, openly weeping against him. Oh; okay. That's... Not really in his wheelhouse. He clumsily brings his hand up to rest against her back, patting a couple of times for good measure.

"There, there," he tries, and she actually laughs, loud and sharp, bordering on hysterical.

"You are... Really not good at this," she whispers, taking a steadying breath, and he winces.

"Nope."

Then, so soft he can barely hear her- "Thank you."

She stays there for nearly two minutes; he watches the clock, the second hand ticking along, as she holds onto him for dear life. Then, at last, she exhales, releasing him and drawing back. Her face is still tearstained, but her expression is clear. Calm.

"I'm going to head to the hospital." Whew; his work here is done. "You should come with me."

W-why on earth would he do that? "I'm pretty sure I'm not the one he wants to see," he points out wryly, making his way to his chair.

"Eleanore will be there."

Of course she will be. All her life she's wanted a family, but for whatever reason, she's never had one, and now she treats Damien and Penny like the kids she never had. She'll be up there until he's well, fretting and worrying about him. "You two can keep each other company until he wakes up."

The look she gives him is wry, far too sarcastic to fit on her face, with just a hint of genuine amusement in her eyes. "Pretty sure I'm not the one she wants to see."

It's a ridiculous comparison, and he opens his mouth to tell her so, but her expression turns pleading and he gives in with a sigh. "Fine. But I'm driving."

[that-thing-that-feeling]

Not that I am David Harbour’s biggest fan but it was a bit insulting that they wished hbd to almost every cast member but him (it was 3 days ago) and considering they posted two random pics of Joe Quinn in Eddie’s costume a few days before. You’re right, I didn’t realize it, but this account is spending a lot of time hyping Joe/Eddie when they should be in their S5 era now…

Oof that’s a good point they should def be posting all cast bdays and yeah it’s turned into an Eddie fan acct which is slightly confusing before s5 begins filming

[punkduncan]

There are 365 days in a year, and yes, I get to celebrate you on all of those other 364 days @midnightontheearth but today especially is the day where I get to spoil you rotten even though you tell me not to and show you just how much you really mean to me, my beautiful, vivacious, forever partner in crime.

It seems cruel that we’ve had to spend the majority of the year apart but there was no way I was ever going to let anything keep me away from my clinging koala soulmate on your most special of days this time 🖤 You make every room you enter light up in ways you don’t even realise but I see it. Lift everyone around you up with your generous and caring spirit. You are the Queen of my heart. My spitfire of a dream girl. You make every day better when you’re in it and there will never be enough words for me to properly express how I feel about you, babe and how much you inspire me each and every day that we’re together but I’m trying to today. Even in my wildest dreams I could never imagine myself being this lucky to land someone as passionate and stubborn crazy talented as you are. Not only are you my world but you’re Oliver’s world too and I know if he could he’d be wishing you a Happy Birthday right along with me right now too and thanking you for being the wonderful mom to him that you are. You’re our world, baby girl and this day especially and every day that comes after it I want to give you the world in return.

So HBD from your Scoundrel. Never stop raising hell with me 🖤