#since they share a ‘birthday’ they eat their birthday cake like wedding cake

[birdmanbirdplan]

Happy birthday, boys!!

[classypauli]

Hello! Can you make a one shot of Jenna x Fem!reader inspired by the song "Why did you invite me to your wedding?" By Kevin Atwater

why did you invite me to your wedding

jenna ortega x fem!reader

an: heyy long time no see haha *rubbing neck* I wanted to spoil you with something for not writing in such a long time. I have some requests in my Inbox so Imma do them! Also if you are interested in something or got a idea for some one shot-text me. I missed you all.

Dear Anonymous, hope you like it and sorry for making it after such a long time! Thank you for request. Enjoy.

Sorry for mistakes…

I got your message last night around 1:00

You're getting married and you want me to come

You and Jenna have known each other for a long time. You remember how her child-like smile was the first thing you saw on a set. That was far in the past when the both of you were filming for Disney Channel.

Your paths crossed a couple of times at the casting of the movies or some events. Besides that, you didn´t forget to text each other prayers and congrats on the achievements in your lives.

Good friends. That´s what you would call it. But you knew there was something more, just a little bit different than friends. Or maybe you just really wanted it to be like that.

It was hard for you to find the right path in your life and let people in your life. But Jenna no, she was like a family, like a person that should be with you like she needed to be with you.

And you got a feeling she knew that. But only got the feeling.

You miss me a lot and the wedding's next month

I think you were drunk, you spelled "wedding" wrong

You stared at the text like someone just spilled dead water over you. Jenna didn´t like sharing her private life, she enjoyed keeping it to herself and her family. It was no one's business what was happening in her life and she felt more safe that way. The actress told you that a couple of times already, also telling you that you are one of them with stars in her eyes.

I used to break wishbones and pray that you liked me

And went to away games to pretend I liked fighting

You remember how her face was the only thing you could see when you closed your eyes or how she was instantly in your head when you blew out candles on your birthday cakes. How your cheeks have hurt from all of the smiling when she was by your side.

You'd scan the crowd for my face with your eyes

Maybe I was in love or you were just nice

And how could you not when all the things that she did were giving you hope? Like when you were invited to her family dinner and how she was covering her face every time one of her family members said something embarrassing. Or like when every time she saw you she gave you her biggest hug.

How every time you were with your friends and you all laughed both of your eyes met. How she was sending you new songs that were reminding her of you. Or like when you dropped her off at her house and she squeezed your hand two times with a small smile on her face.

Mmm a rush kinda like the old times

After all of these years, I still cross your mind

With the upcoming work and movies, Jenna slowly drowns herself. You were worried about her mental and physical health. You knew she was a strong person but you also knew what does this job with people.

And slowly the both of you got away from each other. Suddenly you knew nothing about her. You didn´t know how she was how she felt or how is her family and if is everything okay at work. If she gets along with her co-stars or if she eats how she should be. What she´s doing through the day or if she found someone she loves.

Or maybe you thought you'd reach out to be nice

But why'd you invitе me in the middle of the night?

You don't know how much time passed since you last saw her and you didn´t know if you wanted to know it. It would only hurt you more than it should. You closed your heart and gave your soul to work. You were fully focused on your professional life and making a good name for yourself. That´s what you were telling yourself but somewhere deep down you knew where the truth lies.

Do you remember when you thought your dad was dying?

I ran to your house in the middle of the night.

You closed your eyes at the memory of when Jenna called you about her being scared something serious happened. You ran to her hotel room still in your pajamas only a hoodie over you and with phone in your hand.

The rush you felt caused you to forget the card in your room inside. You were holding her tight in your arms trying to calm her nerves down.

The second she got a text from her mom her face changed. All of her muscles got soft and her head fell on your shoulder. You looked down at her and found her gently looking up at you.

Was that the right time? You didn´t know but at that time it felt like it.

So you kissed her.

When you found out he wasn't, caught in the moment

I kissed you and then you got quiet

You never talked about that. You acted like it never happened. You were glad that didn´t change but on the other side, you suffered from not knowing how she felt about it and what was in her mind.

You could've hurt me, it would've been easy

We were at that age where boys started being mean to be mean

Kind. That´s the word you would describe her as. And maybe that´s why you loved her. Jenna was the sweetest and the most humble person you know and you felt proud that you were close to her.

You knew you could rely on her and that she would be by your side in whatever situation you would be put into.

But you took my hand and asked me to dance

To nothing and never brought it up again

Jenna gave you her full attention every time you were in the same room. The second you stepped into the room you felt her eyes, you weren´t paranoid. You knew how hot her gaze was when your eyes met like your whole body was on fire.

But then again, why did she choose the road that would separate you?

Mmm if I saw you what would I say?

Would we act like we can't see that nothing's the same?

You remember that one time when you talked about the far future. Laughing about how many kids you would be able to raise or where you would live. Jenna told you that her wedding would be private. Just for her family and close friends. She wouldn´t want the whole world to know about it.

Jenna didn´t need everyone´s attention, she just wanted to live in her little world. And you wanted to be in it so bad.

We used to make fun of kids marrying young

But it's not as funny when it's someone you loved

Your hand kept holding your phone tight as if you were trying to make sure it wasn´t just your imagination.

How bad you wanted it to be a nightmare right now. How bad do you want her to text you right after that she´s joking and she misses you like you do. It never came.

Your mind became numb and the phone fell from your hand. You fell back onto your bed and just stared into the darkness. Until you close your eyes and your first tear slides down your cheek.

Mmm I wanna call you with a hand in my pants

And let you say drunk little things you'll regret

The thoughts about who she found and how she met them were running through your head. Were they better than you? Will they love her more than you?

You didn´t know if you wanted the answer to that.

You wanted to text her back so much that it didn´t matter what was the point of that text. If that was the thing that would bring her to you, just for a second, you would sacrifice. You would pretend that you feel happy for her just to talk to her a bit more.

But I'd just be the reason that somebody cries

But then why'd you invite me in the middle of the night?

What would it feel like? Sitting there waiting for bride to come with a wide smile and a hard beating heart. With nice clothes on tears in your eyes, with happiness running inside your chest. Waiting for her with nerves all around the place, excited about how she will look.

Only for her to come from behind the corner with the biggest smile and happy eyes just not to stand next to you.

I'll never know why

Cause I'll never reply

So you can just stay nice

In the back of my mind.

You never texted her back.

[cluffee]

human and alien

A: *walks into living room and sees human eating a cake* human?

H: *mid-bite* hm?

A: what is that thing you’re eating?

H: oh this is cake! It’s a dessert often eaten with other people and commonly used at special events like birthdays and weddings!

A:……then why are you eating it alone?

H:………..I don’t have anyone to share it with…

A: I would like to try this ‘cake’ of yours

5 minutes later:

A: this is delicious!

H: told ya it is!

10 minutes later

A: *is running around having a sugar high since they’ve never had so much sugar before*

H: *is regretting life choices*

[yan-maid-cafe]

Yandere Birthday Scenerio

Julia and Thai (Yandere Couple)

It was late in the evening as you were currently sat at the table across from Thai, a soft smile on his face as he cupped his cheek in his palm. Dinner having just ended, leaving you sat here for whatever surprise the couple had planned.

Julia eventually returned from the kitchen, holding a tray carrying a large cake with the candles already lit. Placing the dessert in front of you as she sat herself on Thai's lap, that same soft smile on her lips. Did their expressions ever change? Julia clapped her hands as they both began to sing to you, it was awkward having to sit there with a forced smile on your face as if you weren't being held there against your will.

Eventually the song ended as they urged you to blow out the candles. Taking a shakey breath into your lungs, you let out the biggest breath you could. Hoping that despite how childish it was, that maybe that childhood belief was actually true.

The couple shared a look before thai reached into his pocket, pulling out a velvet box wrapped with a ribbon. Opening the top revealed a silver ring, one that matched the wedding bands on Thai and Julia's fingers, bright smiles on their faces.

"Happy Birthday!"

Lifting a shakey gaze at the cake in front of you, your eyes behold a single candle still alight. The flame flickering in the dimly lit room. Your wish wouldn't come true...

Edan (Yandere Imposter)

It was another late evening at home, sitting with your husband at home. Looking down at the wrapped box in your lap, the wrapping paper done elegantly with a ribbon tied around it. Since when did he remember your birthday? He never remembered it before.

Though seeing the happy smile on his face, you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he truly had changed for the better, or at least decided to put in the minimal effort into simply adding your birthday to his phone.

Opening the box, you were shocked to see various tropical clothes within. Ranging from floral shirts, to flip flops, to swimsuits. But sitting on top of everything were two cruise tickets. Swiftly turning your head in his directions, all he had was that same smile.

"Don't worry about the money, I took care of it. You just focus on getting everything in order. Happy Birthday Dear."

Of course, you didn't need to know that he had pulled the money out of his old bank account. After all, you deserved a vacation more then anybody. And if that vacation just so happened to involve fruity drinks and Edan getting to see you in a swimsuit. That just makes it even better. After all, you both deserve a treat after everything.

Lev (Yandere Scientist)

It was another night at the lab. Lev choosing to stay there longer than needed so that he could watch you. Healing was going fairly well, your swimming was getting better by the day. Though all it took was a look at the calender for Lev to see that it had officially been a whole year since you had entered his care.

He wasn't sure when your birthday was, or if merfolk even had a concept of birthdays. But he wanted to celebrate something with you, to celebrate having been with you for so long. Maybe this is less of a birthday and more of an anniversary.

Just the thought caused his face to flush. Would calling this your anniversary be weird, it's not like you could understand what he was saying. But refering to it as that just made his stomach get tied in knots. It's your birthday. He'll just say that.

Getting up from his desk, he grabbed a grocery bag from beside the desk. Approuching the large tank as you swam up to the top, looking up at him. Lev reached into the bag, pulling out the various gifts he had bought earlier that day. It was mainly just more water toys. Ranging from rings, to sinking toys, to ones that squirted water. But he eventually found what he was looking for, a ring of shrimp that resembled a cake. Meant to be given to fish if you were planning on leaving for a while so they could eat, but what were you if not just a large fish.

Placing the shrimp cake into the water, he watched it begin to sink before you quickly sunk your teeth into it. Happily eating the treat he had given you. Lev couldn't help but begin softly humming the birthday song, watching you eat with a pleased smile. He spoke softly under his breath, hard to tell if he was speaking more to himself or you.

"Happy Birthday, My Angel. I hope we can do this again next year."

Aod (Yandere Sorcerer)

It was another birthday alongside your fiance. Sitting in your home as he washed the dishes from dinner. Waiting for him to return with a soft smile on your face. Yet another day inside of the house, Aod deciding that it would be best to spend your birthday at home. It was odd to spend the day without your family and friends for once, but it was fine. You didn't want to spend the day with anyone but him.

Stepping back into the room was Aod, holding a cake in his hands. Placing it in front of you before sitting by your side, placing his hand on top of your own. His typical smile on his face as he looked at you.

"Happy Birthday Dear. This day has been perfect."

There were no candles on the cake. But that doesn't matter, what else could you ever wish for. You had everything you could ever need right here.

Aod cut into the cake, placing the slice onto your place. It was your favorite, but you couldn't help but notice that specks of pink sprinkled into the cake itself. Though Aod didn't seem to notice, or he didn't care, simply picking up the fork to pick up some of the cake. Holding the utensil up to your mouth, waiting for you to take a bite. Pushing the cake past your lips, it was sweeter than you remembered. Much sweeter. But you didn't mind, if anything it just made it taste better. Feeling yourself relax as you leaned your head against his shoulder, allowing him to continue hand feeding you.

What more could you ever want...

Elyse (Yandere Upperclassman) (Fem! Reader)

Yet another day in your dorm, flipping through channels on the TV. Your desk in the corner covered with various gifts and cards from classmates and your family, God you wished that you could have gone home for your birthday. But instead you had to stay here. Though it wasn't all that bad, you were currently waiting for the party that your friends were throwing in the library. Simply trying to kill time before they came to get you.

Your bedroom door eventually opened, revealing Elyse holding what looked to be a single large cupcake with a candle in it. She sat beside you putting the plate on your bed, a soft smile in her lips as she spoke to you.

"Happy Birthday. I baked you something."

She gave you a smile as she grabbed a lighter from her pocket, lighting the candle on the cupcake before holding it out for you. Without thinking much of it, you blew out the candle watching the smoke go into the air. Elyse took the candle out and sat the plate onto your lap. You decided to bring up the party and whether she would attend, all it took was a quick shake of her head for you to realize how dumb that question was. The student body was put on multiple parties ranging from holiday parties, to celebrations for getting through finals or winning a tournament. But she never went to a single one, so why would she go to your birthday party. She was probably just gonna stay in the dorm and study. Pulling off the wrapper of the cupcake, you took a bite into it. Eating as Elyse began to speak.

"And I don't think you should attend either. I know the kind of parties that my classmates put on. It'll be full of drugs and alchohol, and I wouldn't be surprised if they invited some guys from the boy's school. I think it's best you just stay here."

You couldn't help but look at her like she had grown a second head. Was she seriously asking you to skip on your own birthday party. That was absurd. You were fine with her being a homebody and not wanting to have fun with others but you weren't gonna let her ruin your day by making you stay here. You finished off the cupcake wiping the crumbs off your face before giving her a simple No, saying that you fully intended on going to your party.

Elyse let out a sigh before taking the plate and wrapper, leaving you alone in your room. You simply continued waiting for your friend to come and get you, but the longer it took the more it felt like your eyes were getting heavier. Until everything went dark, your head landing on your bed with a soft thud. Elyse eventually peeked through the door, seeing you asleep on your bed a smile tugging on her lips. Walking into your room, she picked up your phone from the nightstand. Putting in the code she had memorized by this point, she opened your best friend's contact, sending her a quick message. A simple "I'm not feeling well, let's take a rain check on the party".

This was perfect, placing the phone back down as she sat down beside you on the bed. Lifting your head to place it on her lap. Gently petting your head as she looked at your sleeping face.

"I wish we could have done this the easy way, but you're always so stubborn. At least we get to spend this day together..."

(A/N): I really need to stop setting deadlines for my works, it just makes me feel burnt out. But here's the stuff that I meant to post on my birthday. Some might be better then other's though. I'm thinking of doing stuff like this for each holiday, but I make no promises. This was just fun to think of.

[sassymajesty]

Top 5 best days of your life so far!

the first time i went to the beach! i spent a week at a gorgeous, gorgeous beach, in a tiny town where the beach sand was the pavement in half the streets, and there was a creek running across our background. i almost drowned but i was tipsy before breakfast and falling in love

my cousin's wedding. we grew up together and we, along with another cousin who shares my birthday, are the babies of the family and he was the last one to get married. the wholeeeee family got together and it was a wedding that felt very brazilian, not much fuss and so much food. i smile to this day thinking about it

sleepover with the og college friends. i took three years off school around the pandemic and i thought i'd lose touch with the friends i had made during freshmen year. that sleepover happened on a whim and we haven't spent more than three days without seeing each other ever since

goodbye party at friend's farm. one of my childhood friends moved to the us for his phd and we threw a little party at his mom's farm. we were drunk on gin and catching fireflies and making plans for the next year already. it didn't feel like goodbye, more like see you soon.

my fifteenth birthday. it wasn't anything fancy. but it was friends surprising me with a cake and recording everything with someone's camera — including singing along horribly to music only we liked, brigadeiro with so much cinnamon no one could eat, and four of us falling from a fridge cardboard box.

[ohnoseptember]

birthday (blues) / that time of the year i feel like i am at the bottom of the pit

I turn 23 in 8 days. I’m counting friends like money, I’ve got barely any of either. One best friend I’ve had since school, 7 years of her and I. We’re making plans, but I’m too nervous to say the wrong thing and upsetting her. The second my phone starts dinging with notifications continuously, I immediately pick it up, too afraid to respond to her a little too late and have her mad at me. Or too afraid to miss my father’s death when he lives an hour too long from my place. I’m too nervous to say the wrong thing to the person I say is the love of my life too. In the 2 years I’ve known of him, I’ve always bit my tongue and held back so much. I’ve questioned within if I ever made the right choice marrying him in front of a thousand people on a hot Sunday afternoon. In all honesty, I don’t even remember if it was a Saturday or Sunday. 

Your 20s are supposed to be about liberation and freedom, about loving, losing and learning. My 20s have become about suppressing memories and forgetting everything from yesterday, from a year back, from 5 years back. I don’t remember my wedding, or my graduation. All I remember lately is the people I loved, how much I loved them, how I lost them and this I don’t need to remember because it happens daily, but the hurt from losing them. I remember my cat, being 16 and its parcel of truths and the words to songs I heard first a decade back.

Your 20s are supposed to be about living fearlessly, risking it all and growing. My 20s have become about immediately apologising for mistakes I made and mistakes I didn’t, apologising immediately after a fight that lasts a total of 3 minutes, apologising for being too early or too late. My 20s have become about being too afraid to end the call with my mom without saying I love her, too afraid to sleep upset with the man who won’t remember why I got mad in the first place by the time he wakes up, too afraid to step out of my house and wanting to stay alone all the time. 

I’m counting health issues like regrets, I’ve got plenty of both. Jobs, houses, kids and I feel too young to be wondering about any of this. A loveless marriage where I blow my candles in secret because he has decreed that "birthday" is a forbidden word, and an illicit affair that only sees me when the whole city sleeps and the only sound is of the keys unlocking the gate, they go hand in hand it seems.

Every year, September comes and I see people I look up to celebrate their lives, their art. I am reminded why I love this month so much, the joy of sharing a month with people who don’t know me but I feel like I’ve known them my whole life, the despair of turning older but not any happier, the happiness of being safe, secure and a family that loves me, the grief of all the piling regrets and unaccomplished resolutions and goals. 

It’s tiring being 23 already, and I’ve still got 8 days left. 

I’ll make more resolutions, and tell myself it’ll get better although my brain has convinced itself it won’t. It doesn’t know what "better" is. 

Maybe this is as good as it gets, and if it is, I’ll be grateful regardless. I’ll learn to be grateful. 

And if it’s meant to get better, I’ll wait patiently and pray I make the right choices. 

The number 23 feels scary, daunting, mournful and no good emotions so far. I don't want to be alone for what feels like a walk through a horror house. I'm not, I'll tell myself. I'll read myself bedtime stories, dream of more tales when I make my own birthday cake, and come up with cliffhangers as I cook my birthday dinner.

I'll be eating alone on a Friday night at home, I'll hear jazz and I'll sleep early.

This is 23, my loneliness loves it and hates it.

[hannya-writes]

Remember the Wedding Cake Sanji made?

As usual, I was overthinking about something (the Whole cake Arc) and came with a crazy theory about that cake and the special ingredient Sanji put on it, something unorthodox and that Big Mom had tasted before: Blood, more specifically Pig's blood.

How in hell I came to that conclusion? Because you see there's this old Italian recipe of a "Sanguinaccio Dolce", dark chocolate + pig's blood, that I had the idea that it's really delicious.

Now, remember no one seemed to like the idea of Sanji putting "that" ingredient and they asked him if he really wanted to do it "that way" since it was going to take more time.

And I don't know you, but that skulls in the decoration seem like a clue to me.

Now listen to the song she sings after she has eat some of the cake. At first she can't define what's that taste, but then she mentions dead puppies and a pet cemetery? Like ok, that's weird! But then she says is risky, how can it be risky? Maybe because the sanguinary chocolate is not something you put in a cake. She talks to mother Caramel and suddenly she recognizes the flavor as the One and only flavor of Happiness while remembering her 6th birthday, the day she committed cannibalism.

So yeah, that's my crazy theory, maybe I'm late for this but hey, whatever just wanted to share it and know, what do you think? Could it be possible or am I a bit twisted?

[theblindhag]

Be mature. Be an adult.

this is a vent one-shot I'll be real, but if you want if you want drama that I adjusted for anonymity sake then read! 1250 words :)

A girl in her late teens walks down the street, walking towards the train station she sees many people making the same commute. Teens like her going out for fun, single mothers and fathers pushing strollers or walking hand in hand with their child and school children being the majority at this time of day. She catches her train, finds a seat and prepares for the 30 minute wait. She puts headphones on and pulls out her phone to play music. bzz bzz

Facebook, Strange, she never uses that social media except for birthday messages and new years posts. She taps the notification and sees the last thing she could expect. It’s a post from a family friend, one she hasn’t seen since she was small.

‘Happy One year to Mr and Mrs. Carlos and Bridget Amaro!’

The photos consisted of her father and his now wife’s wedding, her entire family is in one photo taking a group picture, the carefree couple sharing cake and the two during the ceremony.

The girl sits in shock, looking over the post again and again, hoping that she isn’t seeing what she thinks she’s seeing. She closes the app and opens it again, it's still there. Tears well up in her eyes but she pushes them down ‘I can’t cry yet. Just wait till I'm home.’

Her stop draws near, she exits the train and catches the bus home, only using her phone to change the song that's playing. By the time she opens the front door she has an iron grip on her keys, jamming them into the lock and throwing open the door in anger.

Her breathing grows heavy as she kicks the door closed, throwing her bag onto the couch with dangerous force. She tries to even her breathing, “Mature, just be mature. Prove you can be an adult.” she chants as she paces the length of the hallway. She opens her phone, seeing the post mocking her attempts at pulling herself together. The mere sight of it causing her tears to well up with twice the anger behind them.

She calls her mum.

“Hello!” The melodic cheerful tone of her mothers voice only made her feel worse, You’re annoying her.

“Mum, When are you going to be home?” She asked through tears, unable to hide the anxiety attack that had no plan on stopping soon.

“Soon Rita, Why? What’s wrong?” She answered with concern clear in her voice.

“Dad got married last year and I just fucking found out.” Rita yelled out with sobs following after.

“He what?” “One of his friends posted on facebook for their anniversary and thats how i find out, through fucking facebook.” Her breathing grows more erratic, the anger now fully taking the initial shock’s place. “Hey I’ll be home soon ok? I need you to eat something, and watch that magic show you like. When I get home we’ll talk more. Ok?” “Ok, I can do that.” 

“Te quiero.”

“Te quiero también.”

She ended the call.

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Rita lies in her bed, looking up at the glow in the dark stars above her, as she thinks over the conversation with her mum.

‘Is it my fault that he didn’t tell me? I’m the one who told him that I'll see him when I'm ready.’

‘It is not your fault, if he wanted to show that he cares about you, he would’ve said something.’

‘But I said that seeing him was going to be on my terms.’

‘A text message or invitation isn't breaking that, it’s giving you the choice. He didn’t even try.’

‘He never tried. He never showed effort. You��d think only having one child would make it easier to plan times to see her but no. That’s why I stopped seeing him, to see if he would try when I gave up, but no, 18 years of effort for nothing.’

She looks at her phone again. The blue app icon taunting her. She turns it off and goes to sleep.

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Another week, another train ride, Rita sits on the train again, scrolling through instagram and liking posts. 

She’s enjoying her time zoning out on the calm train ride until she looks at the photo on her screen, a baby, who can't be more than 7 months old. That’s weird, it's from her aunt’s profile. She looks at her other posts seeing that the baby isn't hers, no one else on that side of her family is of the age to have a baby except for… 

This has to be a fucking joke.

She looks closer at the picture of the baby seeing some of her own features on the infant's face. Her platform is called out, she runs for the doors and continues to run for the bus, she catches it and continues looking at the picture.

Nose, ears, eye colour. That could all be a crazy coincidence! She keeps searching, making sure that the similarities she found already are the only ones. She looks on the child’s arm. A mole, in the same spot that she has hers, it's another coincidence! She tries to convince herself of that, but it only gets more difficult to believe when she remembers that her  father has it, so does her uncle, grandfather and cousins.

She gets off the bus and walks to her house, trying to control her breathing again for the 2nd time in the past 3 months. She opens the door, throws her bag on the couch and curls into a ball.

“Mature, just be mature. Prove you can be an adult.” she says to herself again, repeating it over and over, until she stops.

“Fuck being mature, i’m not going to be silently replaced.”

She opens the messaging app and begins to type: Rita - Hi dad. I heard it was your anniversary a bit ago so happy anniversary, also congratulations on having a baby. I’m so glad I found out on my own.

Carlos - I was going to tell you when you found out.

Rita - Oh that makes me feel better. I had to find out that I have a sibling through social media, that makes all my abandonment issues disappear!

Carlos - baby i was going to tell you but you said that you didn’t want me to see you.

Rita - I never said you couldn’t text me. You saw an opportunity to stop being a parent and took it. I hope you actually care about this kid cause you already fucked up my life.

Carlos - I do care about you.

Rita - How old am i?

Carlos - 15

Rita - 18. 

Carlos is typing…

…

Rita - I’m going to talk to my family again because I haven't seen them so they won’t be brought into this bullshit but now it’s up to you to fix this. I have been doing this since I was 5, now it's your turn to be the adult.

Carlos is typing…

Carlos is typing…

Carlos is typing…

…

Nothing. The conversation ended there. She felt a weight off her shoulders, she can talk to her family again. She also felt a weight on her shoulders, he can’t even remember her birthday.

Numbness fills her, too many emotions to process all cancelling each other out turning into the emotionless numb feeling. She sits on the couch and watches tv. Her favourite show is on, she sits and watches as tears roll down her face, finally letting out her full pain by watching her and her fathers favourite franchise.

[pocketsizedowls]

The following is a possible timeline of Jiang Cheng's romantic (?) endeavors:

He meets Wei Wuxian when he was a toddler. Since Wei Wuxian is a little older and a little taller, Jiang Cheng thinks he's kind of cool, even if he's also a toddler. A few years later Wei Wuxian comes to live at Lotus Pier full-time. They start sharing a room and it takes only about a month for Jiang Cheng to realize that Wei Wuxian, who he now sees as a brother, is a fucking idiot.

Wei Wuxian follows Jiang Cheng to the Cloud Recesses when they are 15 and they meet Nie Huaisang, who is timid but mischievous. Nie Huaisang runs an illegal pornography distribution business without ever getting caught, not even after Wei Wuxian gets booted from Gusu and Lan Qiren grows eyes on the back of his head. It piques Jiang Cheng's interest. Nie Huaisang kisses Jiang Cheng on the last day of school before skipping away to Qinghe.

In The Untamed, Jiang Cheng meets Wen Qing around this time as well. He grew up watching Jiang Yanli pine after the peacock and, after making a list of qualities that he would like for the future Madam Jiang to have, he thinks Wen Qing is a good choice for courtship. She's smart and pretty, just like his jiejie. His mom will probably like her, which is... preferable. Either way, Jiang Cheng courts Wen Qing by bringing her a comb he bought at Caiyi Town, just like Yanli says he should. He leaves the encounter feeling proud of himself.

The romantic (?) side plots of Jiang Cheng's life take a pause for the next 5ish years because he's busy trying not to die. Lotus Pier burns, the Sunshot Campaign goes by, and good news! He succeeds in not dying. Bad news! Every other Jiang didn't. So, he spends the next 10 years after that recovering from not-dying. Understandably, it put a slight damper on his mood and now, he's been blacklisted from every matchmaker in the country! Oh well. He's got his hands full anyways, with a nephew to raise and a sect to rebuild, yada yada yada.

Soon enough, Jiang Cheng forgets all about his youthful naivete and teenage follies. Growing up has a way of hardening your soul and rewiring your memories, so he spends most of his days as Sect Leader Jiang overworking until he feels absolutely nothing. Raising Jin Ling brings some light into his life, of course, but he's a Jin, not a Jiang. He doesn't get to spend all his time at Lotus Pier, no matter how much Jiang Cheng would secretly love that. In a matter of years, chasing down demonic cultivators became his only source of dopamine. It's an incredibly self-indulgent thing. He investigates every smoke trail, every rumor, and every crudely-drawn Yiling Patriarch poster with the intention of destroying Wei Wuxian the moment he comes back. He tells himself he doesn't miss him but finds himself pausing the witch hunt every year on October 31st, Wei Wuxian's birthday.

At the Guanyin Temple, Jiang Cheng, Lan Wangji, and the new-returned Wei Wuxian take down Jin Guangyao with help of a dubiously-intact Nie Mingjue and dubiously-intentioned Nie Huaisang. Jiang Cheng returns to Lotus Pier with his (?) golden core feeling lopsided in his dantian, only to receive a wedding invitation barely a few months later from Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji. He wonders for a second if they intend to make amends...? Then he banishes the thought as soon as it comes.

He attends the wedding only to save face for the Jiang Sect because people would surely talk if he doesn't show. He escapes the festivities by the time the banquet starts and walks right into Lan Xichen on his way out of the Cloud Recesses.

"Zewu-jun," he says, "aren't you supposed to be in seclusion?"

Lan Xichen smiles. "Yes."

"Then why are you out here?"

"My brother is getting married," Lan Xichen says, "why shouldn't I be here?"

"If you're truly here for the wedding," sighs Jiang Cheng, "then go inside? Pat your brother on the back? Eat a piece of cake?"

Lan Xichen's smile wobbles, but Jiang Cheng doesn't let up. He's not stupid. Sure, Lan Xichen is in seclusion, which means his time is his own and he can do anything he wants, but Lan Sect would definitely be alarmed to find their sect leader grimly wandering the grounds of the Cloud Recesses on a celebratory night. So.

"Well?" Jiang Cheng asks, pointed.

Lan Xichen's expression darkens. Jiang Cheng thinks anger is a good look on.

"Sect Leader Jiang," Lan Xichen starts, eerily peacefully, "you tell me to go inside, to congratulate my brother, and to eat. But did you do any of those things? It's barely nightfall and you look about ready to leave Gusu. With no Lan disciple walking you to the gates, however, you resemble a student sneaking out of class. Here at the Cloud Recesses, that crime is worthy of 20 lashes. Would you like to explain your behavior?"

Under any other circumstance, Jiang Cheng would lash out against this kind of condescension, but Lan Xichen is swaying under the moonlight like a reed. The sight of the strong, courteous Lan Xichen at his lowest unlocks something inside Jiang Cheng, a rough-around-the-edges feeling associated with flashes of memories that he can no longer fully remember. A shared bedroom. A kiss at school. A comb wrapped in cloth. A bowl of pork rib and lotus soup delivered to the front lines of war. A bloodied hairpin tucked in a purple waist stash. A declaration of love under the watchful gaze of dangerous enemies.

The feeling threatens to knock him over, but this is Jiang Cheng we're talking about. Naturally, he tucks the strange feeling back inside the box where it came from and locks it once again with the key. Meanwhile, he offers to walk Lan Xichen to the banquet. He says to him: I'll stay with you if you want. I'll even eat a piece of cake with you. Lan Xichen declines--thank goodness--so they make their way toward the Hanshi instead.

"What do you want to do now," Jiang Cheng asks when they make it to Lan Xichen's residence. He hovers at the dorm frame like a teenage boy trying his best not to intrude, leaning on one foot and then the other.

Lan Xichen considers Jiang Cheng's words for a moment and says, "I don't know. It's been a while since I had company, so please," He leaves the door wide open, gesturing inside the Hanshi, "come on in. Make yourself at home."

Jiang Cheng takes a ginger step across the threshold.

[squeiky]

Since my mom and I used to do a little baking business, I always interpreted this in that particular mentality. You can't bake a cake (for someone) and then eat it (for yourself). Since, most cakes, like wedding cakes, or birthday cakes, can be quite big- i've always assumed that eating an entire thing for yourself is quite silly. and that you should share.

we do need to revisit the wording of "you can't have your cake and eat it too" because i don't think it clearly enough conveys that it's more that you can't simultaneously retain a cake and also get to consume it (which would render you cakeless). for years i was like But why not....it's my cake....?

[savefilescomng12]

Sarah Jessica Parker celebrates her and Matthew Broderick's twin daughters' 15th birthday

Sarah Jessica Parker and Matthew Broderick’s twin daughters are 15. Getty Images Sarah Jessica Parker’s twins are growing up! The “Sex and the City” alum celebrated Tabitha Hodge and Marion Loretta’s 15th birthday on Saturday with a glimpse of their party. “2 divine 15 year olds,” the actress, 59, captioned an Instagram photo of balloons over the weekend. “We are so lucky and we love you so. Happy birthday to our dearest Loretta and Tabitha.” The actress celebrated Marion and Tabitha via Instagram. sarahjessicaparker/Instagram She called the birthday girls “divine.” Bruce Glikas/WireImage The “And Just Like That” star concluded, “Celebrating you both today was pure joy. X, Mama.” Parker shares her daughters with husband Matthew Broderick, as well as their 21-year-old son, James. While the couple, who have been married since 1997, keep their kids off of social media, the little ones have made rare red carpet appearances over the years. “We are so lucky and we love you so,” she gushed. WireImage She and Broderick are also the parents of son James. James Wilkie Broderick / Instagram Tabitha and Marion most recently attended the “Hocus Pocus 2” and “Some Like It Hot” premieres in 2022. As for James, he attended the “No Hard Feelings” premiere with his dad in June 2023. Parker gave rare insight into her parenting in April, explaining to “Ruthie’s Table 4” podcast listeners why she lets her daughters eat as much sugar as they want. Their kids rarely make red carpet appearances. Getty Images They primarily stay out of the spotlight. Bruce Glikas/WireImage “When I had girls, I didn’t want them to have a relationship with food that was antagonistic and to see it as an enemy,” she said at the time. In the “Hocus Pocus” star’s own childhood home, “sugar … chocolate and cookies” were banned. “I didn’t want that for them,” Parker added. “In our house, we have cookies, we have cake, we have everything. And as a result, you have a better relationship.” The couple wed in 1997. Dave Benett/Getty Images They welcomed their twins via surrogate in 2009. GC Images She went on to say that her girls “will have the figures they have, and hopefully they’ll be healthy.” Parker noted, “They’re athletes and they enjoy food and have different palates. I hope that they can maintain their affection for the experience and their delight in taste.” Her and Broderick’s twins were born via surrogate in 2009, seven years after James’ arrival. Source link Read the full article

[ferdiesnini]

Happy 64th birthday Daddy!

I’m a day late posting this year. I didn’t get to buy a cake yesterday. The thing is, my body clock makes it so that I’m awake in the wee hours, and asleep during the day.

I talked to Meann from 12 midnight up to about 3:30 in the morning. It started with us greeting you a happy birthday and then reminiscing about the past. Remembering the cake you got her for one of her birthdays as a grade schooler and how you barred her from going out the front door because the cake was outside. How you allowed me to go through so that I can light the candle and how you carried the cake inside afterwards.

How you’d always say “mukhang masarap yan ah” when you see us eating something to signify that you want some, and how you’d say “di masarap!” after finishing a plate of food, even if nasimot lahat.

I got to sleep for about an hour and then woke up to help your son in law get ready for the day. After he left for work, I looked through the cakes for sale on the food app in the but not a lot of options since it was early and so I decided to get back to it in the afternoon. I fell asleep afterwards. So when I woke up, it was almost 5pm and the only thing I could think of is dinner. Remembering I still have a salad bowl which I purchased the night before, I was covered for the night and was completely disoriented and forgot that I was thinking of getting a small cake for you, or maybe even a slice. Since it’s only me and my husband at home, cakes usually don’t get finished unless I eat most of it, which at this stage and in my age, wouldn’t really be a good idea. I’m trying to get back to eating healthier. Remember how stick thin I was growing up even when I ate like a construction worker? I’m still a foodie, but after passing 30 I started gaining weight. It is very hard to get back to how I weighed before. Can you imagine, I’m at 70kgs right now. That’s me after losing 2kgs Dad. I hope to go back to at least 56, hopefully 52.

Should we just share the cake I’ll surely receive for my birthday in several days? Unless I lose my fight with cravings later and ultimately purchase a slice, or a small cake— we’ll share that one, okay? Anyway, if you see the cake I’m sure you’ll say “mukhang masarap yan a!” Hehehe.

Oh, also… I’m not 100 percent sure but the baby girl who lives across from us, Lily— I heard it was her birthday last night (she was talking to her grandpa). So you might share the same birthday. Even with that my brain didn’t compute to remind me that it was November 9 and I was supposed to get you a cake. But anyway, what’s important is that I remember now.

We love you Dad. Still waiting for you. Happy 64th birthday Daddy!

⭐️🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔

November 15 Update

It’s my birthday today. It’s 7:20 in the evening and from our side of the family, it seems only Meann remembered it’s my birthday. Mom sent a picture of Tita Jane’s only daughter’s wedding but forgot to greet me. It’s alright though.

I woke up this morning with the sounds of activity in the kitchen. I realized it was my husband preparing his birthday surprise but decided to stay “asleep” to allow him to proceed with his plans. At some point, something fell so loud that I can’t just ignore it and had to wake up. By the time he approached with the cake, I turned my head towards him and he protested that he wasn’t ready yet 🤣 cos apparently, there’s still several things he haven’t set up yet.

He then proceeded to go back to the kitchen and handed me two bouquets of flowers.

And then brought in a sturdy paper bag with the word “switch” on it. Under it is an apple with a bite.

It’s an apple product. I wondered if he got me an apple watch because it’s the only thing in the apple store that I can think of that I don’t have yet. Although, I never really asked him for one or hinted at it, especially since I very much prefer the cheap version of it that I can get online for like, a thousand peso. If that breaks I wouldn’t feel so disheartened. But a watch that costs almost as much as an older version of an iphone or macbook— I don’t really think it’s worth it.

I opened the bag and I found a box for an iPhone 14.

He bought me a second phone because I whenever we go out, I would have to switch my simcard out of my iphone to get internet connection. Now my second sim has a new permanent home.

He also played some birthday music on TV via Spotify

And at some point we slow danced to it together. Not specifically the song on the picture but some other song in the playlist— that is also about birthdays.

And as promised, I share with you my cake Daddy.

It is a mocha chiffon cake with some buttercream frosting. Do you remember how I would always bake a mocha chiffon cake on everyone’s birthdays when I was a junior and senior in high school?

My husband asked me to lunch this coming weekend to celebrate my birthday. We’re inviting Mom and the siblings. David asked me to also invite my friends but I’d rather not. I realized one of them, the one I was closest to in senior year— never really appreciated the amount of affection I have for them, and my efforts to help them by sending information when they need it, were basically made to look ridiculous. Imagine how much effort I placed on writing them long letters back in the day after graduating high school, and her talking to one of our male classmates, you know him, the one I used to have a crush on, to basically make it seem like I just have a lot of things to say for no reason. Based on what she told us that she said to him— when the guy asked why I “was like that” when I sent a message to a group chat to tell him off after questioning her sexuality and surmising that maybe she was a lesbian, she replied that she doesn’t know, that I just write long things and it’s just that I’ve always been like that, I write paragraphs.

When the truth was, she complained to me and our other friends about him commenting on and questioning her sexuality. I basically defended her. And she knew hours before I sent that message that I will defend her, that I’ll take care of it— just like I always did for all of them cos they couldn’t confront people unless I start it. Anyway. I’m just tired of them at the moment. I told my husband I’d just see them next year.

Sorry for complaining to you on our birthday week hehe. Anyway, that’s where I am now.

I love you Daddy. I thank you and Mommy fo having and raising me.

My hopes are always the same. We still wait for you. Happy birthday to us, and Cha.

Nov 16 update:

Apparently Mom sent me a greeting yesterday which I didn’t receive. So I told Meann to have it resent to me tomorrow since it’s still my birthday anyway (my Chinese calendar birthday, that is.)

[sugarchefs]

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[orlaithrose]

"Well I'd have to share it with you at least, wouldn't I, being the hypothetical groom and whatnot." It wouldn't exactly be fair to refuse to share the wedding cake with a groom at his own wedding. "Or," Orlaith said, suddenly lighting up, "maybe we could get two cakes. One each. Since we wouldn't be paying for anyone else to eat. That's what your piggy bank could be for." The non-existent, hypothetical wedding was really coming together. "If you think about it, weddings are so weird. Your big day and it's you who has to fork out a load of money for other people. It's like being a kid and you're meant to take the cake into school on your birthday when someone should be bringing it for you." Not that she went to school, but she'd read books, and watched television. She knew how these things worked.

Orlaith's scoff couldn't be heard over the splash of water she sent at Tristan indignantly. "That's crap. I latched on." She thought she'd been pretty tame compared to how she could be, largely on account of how much she disliked him even when they first started sleeping together, a fact she pointed out now. "I didn't even like you at first. You didn't like me!" That had been pretty clear. "I think you were more of the latcher," she declared. Truth be told, she couldn't really remember if that was true or not, or really if she actually had been good at being casual about their whole arrangement; it felt so long ago now, their lives settled into togetherness that made the time before that a bit hazy.

It was Orlaith's turn to deadpan now. "Oh, so you mean you don't actually want me to ask for his blessing to marry you then?" Pretending such a thing was necessary didn't exactly sound like the best way of winning your boyfriend's dad over. "I would actually like him to like me, you know."

“Well, I was thinking just a city hall sort of thing. Nothing fancy or expensive, so sure, you can have a cake to yourself,” he said rolling his eyes. Of course it would come down to the food for her. Even in a very much hypothetical scenario, it was always about the food. 

“Yes, and your incessant need to latch on s’apparently what won me over,” said Tristan. She had been such an annoying presence at the start. Truth be told, she was still sometimes annoying, though in a more tolerable and cute way that he didn’t mind as much. “Are we? Feels boring when you think about everyone else on this island.” Not that Tristan had any desire to be anything other than human. He was fine being boring. He was fine being ordinary and invisible. 

“Exactly,” said Tristan. “And just to be clear, we can’t make this joke in front of him.” God forbid his dad actually think he might be married or engaged or even have the thought in his mind. He couldn’t stand to break his father’s heart by saying otherwise.

[tender-rosiey]

since it's Dazai Birthday today, could you do one of their female s/o celebrating Dazai's Birthday with him?

❥ Celebrating his birthday with s/o

ᴀ/ɴ: honestly, a very late dazai birthday post and I apologize, it’s the 22nd for me ∑(ﾟДﾟ) and a child tried biting me in the club yesterday and tbh he tried to bite and actually bit some of my teammates that we had to restrain him anyways hope you like it 💕; kids are scary and the thing is that they think that is “manly” or “cool” to hurt others :(

YAHOO! *mario noises*

My mustache fell off :(

I am listening to Bakugou being rejected and it’s just a wonderful contrast

So, your beautiful and lovely wedded husband’s birthday was today

And cause you are cool asf have prepared for everything forehand with the agency members 💅🏻

From how you will wake him up to the party at the end of the day

Which is why dazai’s face is currently being peppered with kisses until he wakes up from his ‘beauty sleep’

When he woke up he held your face gently and chuckled “well if this isn’t a wonderful way to wake up, belladonna.”

You will be tackled to bed again and he will be trying to cuddle you for the day and just sleep it off

But he didn’t and instead got greeted by breakfast in bed and was surprised cause why?

Truth to be told, I don’t think dazai cares about his birthday and will treat it like any other day

Cause why would he celebrate being brought into something he viewed as a meaningless cycle?

So when you tell him he is the prince for the day cause it’s his birthday he is all thrown off and “but angel you don’t have to—“

You of course don’t listen to his complains and just continue pampering him to which (obvious spoilers, even more obvious than the touya todoroki theory) enjoys very very much

And to start the day cheerfully, you then dragged his lazy (flat) ass to an ice cream shop :D

I am craving ice cream but I am on a diet so >:(

You feed him and he feeds you and possibly steals your ice cream all in once cause apparently sharing is caring not when it comes to food

So you are basically trying to distract him and spend quality time with him until the rest are done preparing for the party

And as you guys were chatting in a cozy and aesthetic cafe holding hands (it was more of you talking and dazai listening with a lovesick gaze which was cute as hell)

Btw every once in a while you talk he lifts your hand to his lips and kisses it

Anyways so

You got a text from atsushi :D

Problem and Not so Problem Child: Y/N-san, we are ready!

It was your cue, ladies, gentlemen and non-binary cuties 🏃‍♀️

“Osamu, I forgot something in my office; could we go get it?”

And him being the little shit of a sweetheart he is, agreed

When you guys got there everything was pitch black

“I mean it’s expected since today is our day off, belladonna—“

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAZAI!”

His eyes widened as the scene played in front of him

A cake of his favorite flavor and multiple layers, presents stacked up on the table that are about to fall, and each and every one of his workmates/friends and most importantly you, his spouse

They were all here to celebrate his birthday; it was for him?

“You didn’t need to do this guys!” He dismissed laughing but inside

He was really wondering, was it worth it?

Was he worth it? He himself doesn’t view the day as important so why?

He was then shook away from his thoughts by the gentle hold your hand

“Happy birthday, osamu.” you then went to his ear and whispered “I love you.”

Affection, love, appreciation, it was all too much

He hugged you tightly burying his face into your shoulder

And whispered a soft ‘thanks’

But the moment was cut off by Ranpo who yelled “OKAY COME ON I WANNA EAT THE CAKE; IT SMELLS SO GOOD!”

Dazai laughed and ushered everyone to go eat the cake but not before he thanked them for their efforts

He then went to kunikida and asked him curiously “say, kunikida, who planned all of this?”

“I think it’s obvious, it’s y/n; she wanted to make it a special day for you and planned the whole thing out and we wanted to participate because you are our friend. Even if you are annoying as hell sometimes.”

Eyes widening ever so slightly and disregarding the last sentence, dazai turned his gaze to you who was smiling and laughing around with your friends

“Yeah, it should be obvious.” He smiled

You were always there for him in the good and bad of it and promised to be till the end of the road and journey of this so called life

He was really grateful for you and for everyone around him right now

Maybe being on the good side of the world was indeed the correct choice to be made

It’s all so pure and touching, unlike, what the darkness had showed him of the world

It was delicate hand that he was able to finally reach even for a second, in obvious contrast to the one that once held him harshly by the neck

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[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 33: Chocolate

"Babe," Harry said, pressing a kiss to Draco's cheek, "I've got to go."

"What?" Draco asked over the music from the live band celebrating his mum's birthday. "But it's only 9:00!" he groaned.

"I know," he said. "But we've been here all day and there's something that I need to do before the day is through. I'll meet you at home, okay?"

Draco pouted at him, "But Harry," he whined.

"I've got to go," Harry said, gently tugging Draco's body against his by the lapels and kissing the pout off his lips. "Wish your mum a happy birthday for me."

And in spite of the fact that Draco pouted at him, Harry left.

It only took five or six people asking, 'where's your better half?' before Draco's curiosity got the better of him. It wasn't an invasion of privacy to cast a locator spell on your own boyfriend was it?

(Read more below the cut)

With minimal debate, he cast the spell and coordinates appeared on the piece of paper in front of him. After wishing his mother a happy birthday he pulled on his cloak and left the manor to apparate.

Draco spared only one more thought of whether this was an invasion of privacy before he concentrated on the coordinates and apparated away.

The spell wasn't perfect but it was close and when Draco landed he didn't quite know where he was but he could hear Harry's voice.

"and you should have seen him," he said, laughing, "he was completely shocked. His eyes were all wide and big, and his hair was a complete mess, but Godric he was beautiful with the sun streaming in through the window. Like a painting," he added. "I never stood a chance."

And Draco recognized this story. It was the first time Harry had said 'I love you.' Who could he possibly be telling that story to? And where were they?

He looked around as Harry continued, "I think you'd really like him."

Was he in a cemetery?

"He's really clever and serious about his work, always has a plan, and likes things just so," he said.

Draco started walking toward the sound of Harry's voice and as he crested the little hill, he saw that Harry was sitting on a blanket in front of a grave eating a piece of chocolate cake. His heart lodged itself in his throat and he knew he shouldn't be here.

"But he's amazing," Harry said. "He really loves me." He looked down at his lap, "I'm going to ask him to marry me," he said with a big smile on his face.

And Draco gasped, tripping over a root or a bit of uneven ground. When he looked up, he saw that Harry was on his feet, cake forgotten on the blanket.

"Draco?" he asked incredulously.

He winced, "Hi," he managed with a little wave.

"What on earth?" Harry asked. "How did you? What-"

"I'm sorry!" Draco exclaimed. "I just didn't know where you went and you always tell me where you're going, even when you're getting up to just use the loo or something, and I got curious."

"So you followed me?"

He swallowed, "I cast a locator spell."

"Why?" Harry asked, sounding hurt. "Do you not trust me?"

"What?" Draco yelped, stepping toward him. "No. Circe, Harry, it wasn't about you at all. I was drunk and my curiosity-" he trailed off. "I'm sorry."

Harry was quiet for a minute then said, "It's my mum's birthday, too."

Draco looked up at that.

When Harry started to talk again Draco could hear tears in his voice, "I started this tradition after the war, of coming here on their birthdays and having a piece of cake and telling them about what's going on in my life." He shook his head and a tear spilled over. "Chocolate for my mum and vanilla for my dad," he added, "even though I don't really know if those were their favorites."

"Why didn't you say something?" Draco murmured, his own heart aching with the weight of Harry's grief and he wondered if this is what it felt like all the time to be Harry. To always, even in the good moments, have a little bit of sadness.

Harry shrugged, "Seems a bit silly, talking to headstones." He sniffled, "And I know it's not as important as you mum's birthday since she's still here and everything but-"

"This is important," Draco said and he reached out and grasped Harry's hand in his. "This is important."

Harry bowed his head, his shoulders shaking as he started to cry, and Draco physically couldn't stop himself from pulling the other man into him. He wrapped Harry in his arms and held him, "It's alright," he murmured, soothingly rubbing Harry's neck. "I've got you."

It only took a few minutes for Harry to get himself under control and Draco watched him shove his glasses up to rub at his eyes. "Sorry," Harry managed, voice still tight.

"Could you," he swallowed and forced himself to be brave, "Introduce me? If you want."

Harry looked up at him, with a look of wonder and longing so acute that it made Draco's heart ache. "Do you mean it?"

Draco nodded, "If you don't mind."

Tugging Draco's hand, Harry pulled him over onto the blanket, the warming charm he'd set in place made Draco's cheeks sting as they warmed up.

"Mum, dad," Harry started, squeezing Draco's hand tightly in his, "This is him. This is Draco."

"Hi," Draco added, "It's really nice to meet you."

Harry smiled at him and then said, "I spoiled the proposal a bit."

Draco looked over at him, "Oh, the answer is yes, by the way. You should both be the first to know."

Emerald eyes welled up with tears.

He continued, "I love him, more than I could ever say. I didn't know it was possible to love someone this much," he added with a little laugh. "You must be so proud of him," he said, "of the good man he is. Although," Draco added teasingly, "You wouldn't believe how careless he can be. Just this week alone, he literally jumped off a roof-"

"It was a one story house!" Harry protested.

"Shush, I'm telling them the story. A literal roof," he continued, "no cushioning charm or anything. Just jumped after a suspect-"

They swapped stories and bickered with one another until the warming charm started to dissipate and Harry apparated them home.

Every year following that on January 30th and March 27th, there were always two pieces of cake in front of James and Lily Potter's grave. Draco kept little notes of things he wanted to share and memories he wanted to remind Harry to tell them about.

And if Draco sometimes visited on his own to get advice when Harry was driving him mad and to share stories, well, there was no harm in spending a little extra time with your in-laws.

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I actually got the prompt for 'chocolate' twice, back to back! I hope you both enjoyed it!

Day 32: After Wedding Fluff | Day 33: Using the following prompt

(Original Prompt)