#trope: birthdays

[justbreakonme]

Birthdays in Whump Stories

-of course, the Whumpee who’s never had a birthday party. The cake, the gifts, just the idea that someone, anyone, was happy that they existed is enough to bring them to tears.

-Whumpee who doesn’t know how old they are, just a general guess, and of course their birthday is even more of a mystery, so they celebrate something else instead as a “birthday”. The day they escaped Whumper, the day they met Caretaker, the day they felt reborn or like they’d become who they should be.

-Whumpee who dreads their birthday because Whumper taunts them for it, torturing them in increments equal to their age or mockeries of birthday traditions like poisoned cake or painful party games.

-Whumpee who’d not celebrated in years because it didn’t feel safe to. It felt like anything good in their life always got taken away, so they avoid any kind of celebration or excitement, but when a small trinket or treat is pressed into their hand, a smile and a whispered “Happy Birthday” from a friend, they can’t help the rush of warmth from it.

-Caretaker feeling hollow as Whumpees birthday passed by and they were still missing. They still keep a box of cake mix in the pantry, just in case, hoping that this might be the day that Whumpee is found.

-Whumpee surprising Caretaker for their birthday! Especially if Caretaker is always so focused on Whumpee that they forgot their own birthday, or Whumpee had previously been too scared to do anything other than obey orders. So not only is it an act of love, it’s an act of healing and growth.

-Whumper offering Whumpee an “olive branch” on their birthday, especially if they’re more of the obsessive/intimate Whumpers. Feeding Whumpee cake off of their fork and gifting them trinkets and treats that are obviously more for Whumpers benefit than theirs.

-Whumpee celebrating their birthday alone after escaping Whumper, blowing out a single candle stuck through a store bought little treat, and trying to keep their head up. The idea of living another year is bitter and complicated, but they have to keep their head up, they have to. They didn’t struggle so hard to give up now.

-Whumpee forcing Whumpee to throw them a birthday party. Whumpee terrified of not meeting their very high standards, stringing up streamers with shaking hands and trying to bake a cake without burning themselves or it but every time there’s a moment of stillness, their mind is gone again.

-Whumper using a birthday invitation to kidnap Whumpee, luring them to a different location and abducting them.

-Caretaker finding that Whumpee had written in Whumpers birthday on their shared calendar, and debating taking it off or asking about it.

-Whumpee being given a birthday wish by Whumper and using it to call Caretaker, to tell them they loved them. Maybe that’s all they’re able to do, or maybe Caretaker is able to use the clues in the call to find them. Maybe Whumpee is willing to risk the punishment they’ll get to tell Caretaker a clue that only they would understand.

-Whumpee being given as a birthday gift from one Whumper to another, and the new Whumper being horrified at the previous treatment they received and becoming more of a Carewhumper.

-Or! Whumpee being given as a birthday gift to Caretaker, who has to play along in front of people but behind closed doors, cares for and protects Whumpee as much as they can. Whumpees confusion between the two versions of Caretaker and how to behave, how to feel.

Just, endless possibilities.

#it’s my birthday! #so here are birthday prompts #whump prompts #whump prompt #whump birthdays #whumpee #caretaker #whump scenario #rescue #pet whump #whump tropes #birthdays in whump #carewhumper

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

Find out if RUNNING AWAY INTO THE WOODS is right for you!!

#blazing this as a book birthday gift to myself 🎉🎉🎉 #video #one night in hartswood #queer books #lgbt books #tropes #mlm #mlm books #romance books #writerblr

[abhainnwhump]

Birthday Cake Whump

It's my birthday today, so why not.

(Content warning: Food poisoning, burning, suffocation, pet whump, conditioned whumpee, force feeding)

Whumper bakes/buys Whumpee a special birthday cake and just as they blow the candles out, Whumper shoves their face in and holds it there. Whumpee can't breathe.

Whumper purposely puts the wrong candle on Whumpee's cake to make think more time has passed (if Whumpee was 22, Whumper would put 24 or 25 instead).

Whumpee has an allergic reaction to one of the ingredients.

Pet Whumpee getting a dog-friendly cake made from oats and carrots.

Some pet owners (like my dog) don't know when their pet's birthday is, so they make it the day they adopted them. Whumper chooses Whumpee's kidnapping day as their birthday. Whumpee doesn't remember their birthday, so they don't argue.

Whumpee doesn't trust Whumper's cake not to be poisoned. Whumper straps them down, calls them an ungrateful brat, and shoves it into their mouth.

On the other hand, Whumpee loves that Whumper brought them a cake. But not long after eating, they feel sick and/or tired. They pass out with the fork still in their hand.

No poison, no sedatives, it's homemade, but the catch is Whumpee needs to hold their hand over the candle's flame and let it burn until Whumper says they can stop.

Whumpee gets kidnapped on their birthday. When they wake up, the first thing they see is a cake with the words "Happy Birthday, love" while Whumper stares adoringly at them.

Starved Whumpee gets tooth and stomach damage since Whumper only feeds them cake and sweets. Whumpee begs for something else that isn't sugar and artificial vanilla.

Caretaker wants to do something nice for Whumpee, but they're still conditioned and jumpy. They bake them their favorite flavor of cupcake and don't put a candle on it, worried they would burn themself. They hand it to Whumpee and softly sing for them.

#whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump prompt #whump tropes #conditioned whumpee #pet whumpee #pet whump #defiant whumpee #whump prompt list #whump aftermath #whump fluff #food whump #birthday whump #yandere whumper #creepy whumper

[federaliszt]

Reckless

Dialogue Prompts for reckless self-sacrifice:

"Did it just not cross your mind that some of us care about whether you live to see next week or not?"

"...Hey, no - don't try it. Just, just stop, I know what you're thinking, but please don't--"

"You're walking a thin line between casual self-endangerment and reckless self-destruction."

#whump #whumpril2024 #whumprilday5 #reckless #I like this prompt a lot and love reading it as a trope I just cant think of any other ideas for it rn #love me a whumpee who knows exactly where the line is between recklessness and common sense and chooses the former every time #love me some mad angry caretaking with a nice heaping dash of blame thrown in #love it when the whumper is just like 'seriously you're really gonna walk right into my trap seriously is it my birthday or smth??' #and the whumpee is like 'hey man i'll do anything for my friends just promise you'll leave them alone and i'll do whatever you want' #and whumper is like 'oh ok cool stashing that one in my back pocket to use on a rainy day'

[chiharuuu22]

It was almost 12 o'clock at night when Caretaker slowly and carefully opened the bedroom door. Her hands were trying to balance the small cake that she had actually just made. In the room, Whumpee was seen sleeping soundly.

Caretaker placed the cake on the nightstand and sat next to the bed. A small smile appeared on Caretaker's lips when she saw Whumpee's peaceful face in his sleep. Whumpee's chest rose and fell regularly in rhythm with his breathing.

Caretaker's fingers came down and brushed away the strands of hair that had fallen on Whumpee's face, then stroked his thin cheek. For a few moments, Whumpee's eyes could be seen moving under his lids before finally opening. At first, Whumpee was a little confused, but after realizing it was Caretaker, he smiled.

"Hey, sorry to wake you," said Caretaker softly, her fingers stroking Whumpee's cheek.

Whumpee shook his head and said, "It's okay. What's wrong?"

Caretaker didn't answer but slowly helped Whumpee get up and sit against the edge of the bed. Whumpee was confused and shocked when Caretaker lifted the cake that was on the nightstand. Slowly, Caretaker plugged in a candle and lit it.

Whumpee couldn't believe it. It's a birthday cake! Whumpee looked at Caretaker and the cake in turn, before Caretaker nodded.

"Yes, this is for you. It's your birthday, right?" said Caretaker.

Whumpee glanced at the clock on the wall opposite his bed. It's exactly 12 o'clock at night.

"Happy birthday, Whumpee. I hope this year you are always given happiness, and I hope you get well soon," said Caretaker with a sparkling face. "Come on, make a wish, and blow out the candle."

Whumpee was in complete disbelief. How long has it been since he celebrated his birthday? Whumpee was still staring at the cake. Just a simple small cake without any sparkling decorations like the birthday cakes sold in shops. However, that simple cake sparked a feeling of happiness in Whumpee's chest. Whumpee closes his eyes and prays for himself and for the Caretaker, then blows out the candle.

Caretaker placed the cake on her lap before clapping her hands happily.

"Sorry, I didn't have time to buy or make a bigger and better cake. I just made it from a cake mix box that I bought at the minimarket. Next year, I'll make sure your birthday cake is better than  this."Caretaker's hand scooped up a little cake and fed it to Whumpee.

Of course there wasn't time; Whumpee knew that. While he was in critical condition some time ago, Caretaker never even left him. Caretakers even use online services to shop for their needs because they continue to ensure Whumpee is safe and fine.

"No, this is a beautiful cake. It tastes delicious, too. I even forgot that it's my birthday today. Thank you, Caretaker."

Caretaker just smiled and went back to feeding the cake. Not much—only three bites—before Whumpee felt nauseous because his stomach couldn't accept more food. Caretaker helped Whumpee drink, then laid him down again. Caretaker climbed onto the side of the bed and lay down facing Whumpee. Her hand returned to stroking Whumpee's hair.

"Next, I will finish the birthday cake you made for me," said Whumpee.

Caretaker smiled, "Okay. I'm looking forward to that too. Oh yeah, after you get better, let's go out and buy your gift. What do you want?"

"I don't know," said Whumpee. "I'm really happy to be with you. Maybe I just want to spend time with you."

Caretaker smiled and kissed Whumpee's forehead. "Once again, happy birthday, my darling Whumpee. I love you and always will."

Whumpee smiled emotionally, and Caretaker gently wiped the tears hanging from the corners of Whumpee's eyes.

#whumpee #caretaker #whump #caretaking #whump writing #whump scenario #recovery whump #whump dialogue #whump comfort #whump fic #whump prompt #whump tropes #birthday whump #whumpee x caretaker #caretaker x whumpee

[whumpy-wyrms]

it’s my birthday so here’s some whump prompts! feel free to eat these up like birthday cake :)

whumpee being stuck in captivity for so long, unable to track the time or having their memory wiped so that they don’t remember when their birthday is or how old they are.

whumpee’s birthday is the only day when whumper is somewhat nice to them, giving them cake and presents, and spending the day doing whatever whumpee wants to do (except leaving, of course). whumpee has to savor this day as much as they can, knowing the next day will be filled with pain and torment again.

fae whumper who kidnaps whumpee by throwing them a birthday party. whumpee eats the cake not knowing that they’re now trapped there forever.

whumper getting whumpee as a birthday present. maybe they’re a scientist getting their first test subject, maybe they’re a vampire getting their first bloodbag. whatever the case is, whumper is excited and whumpee is terrified.

ghost whumpee who’s birthday continues to be celebrated by their friends, even after they died. they still feel loved and appreciated even if nobody can see or hear them.

ghost whumpee who’s birthday was forgotten or ignored after they died, never celebrated by the people who they thought cared about them.

multiple whumpees in captivity. whenever it’s one whumpee’s birthday, whumper leaves them alone but tortures the other whumpee twice as bad, and forces them to watch.

whumper having nobody to celebrate their birthday with so they kidnap whumpee.

whumpee who’s birthdays are more fun with whumper than anywhere else. whumper getting them their favorite birthday cake, presents they’ve always wanted, spending the day having the most fun whumpee’s ever had. whumper taunting them about how they like it here, and would never be this appreciated anywhere else.

whumpee getting kidnapped on their birthday, rescued on their birthday, recaptured on their birthday, or dying on their birthday.

whumper taunting whumpee during their birthdays. burning them with birthday cake candles, feeding them a cake they’re allergic to, or poisoning it, and taunting them about how another year has passed and nobody has come to rescue them.

whumper who celebrates their own birthday by torturing whumpee, saying it’s the least whumpee could do to give them a happy birthday.

whumper who loves to celebrate whumpee’s birthday, taking the day off and goofing around with them. whumper blowing up balloons and throwing them at whumpee, making their hair stand up from static electricity, or inhaling the helium to sound all squeaky. silly whumpers my beloved

whumper notices whumpee seems lonely, so for their birthday, whumper kidnaps someone new and gifts them to whumpee to keep them company.

whumpee who escaped captivity and is on the run. they’re living in the wilderness, unable to celebrate their own birthday and risk being found.

whumpee who’s birthday marks the end of a time loop. every time a year passes, they go back to the beginning and have to go through the whole year of being tormented by whumper all over again.

for caretaker’s birthday, whumper sends them the bloody remains of whumpee as a birthday present.

whumper forcing whumpee to eat parts of themself (or a loved one) for their birthday.

whumper cutting immortal whumpee open while they’re still conscious and feeling everything, burning candles in their flesh and cutting them up to eat instead of eating a birthday cake.

#just ​had to sneak that silly anton one in there #wyrms whumps #whump #birthday whump #whump prompt #whump idea #whump scenario #whump trope #whump prompts #whump blog #whump community #carewhumper #whumpblr #whumpee #whumper #ghost whumpee #character death #captivity whump #sadistic whumper #fae whumper #multiple whumpees #cannibalism #kidnap whump

[noxturnalpascal]

Birthday Surprise

dbf!Joel x f!Reader

(1153 words)

Summary: Your birthday celebration with your hot DILF neighbor/dad’s best friend takes a bit of a strange turn.

(Happy Birthday @chloeangelic ily)

A/N & Warnings:  SMUT ahead. MDNI. This is dbf, so all the shit that goes with that whole thing. This is unhinged....... I apologize for nothing.

The first thing you notice is the warm glow of the fireplace. You don’t remember who started the logs burning but the flames cast an orange glow on the room, filling it with a familiar smell and the sound of crackling wood. You can hear your mother humming in the kitchen, working to finish the celebratory meal. 

Suddenly, your dad, uncle, and your neighbor Tommy all jump off the couch, cheering the Cowboy’s tenth touchdown of the game, high-fiving each other. Your dad and your uncle chest-bump each other like teenagers. Tommy stretches his hand over to high-five his brother, Joel.

Joel, who lives in the house next door. Joel, who is one of your dad’s closest friends. Joel, whose lap you’re currently sitting on. Joel, whose cock you’re currently warming.

Your dad makes a comment about the other team’s weak defense and it’s met by grunts of approval from everyone, and laughter at the other team’s coach. He looks around and points finger guns at everyone, asking if anyone wants another beer. Joel removes his left hand from under your shirt and waves it in your dad’s direction.

“I’d love another one, thanks Jim.”

“I gotcha Joel, don’t get up!” your dad giggles as he leaves the room.

Joel puts his hand back under your shirt, calluses gently scratching your soft skin, his warm palm back at home cupping your breast. You aren’t wearing a bra of course, Joel had told you not to. He also bought you a little pink sundress and told you to wear it with no underwear beneath it. Of course you obeyed. You’d been obeying him for months and he never steered you wrong. 

You hiss as he pinches your nipple, causing your cunt to clench around his thick member. He groans loudly in response, moving his hand to repeat the motion on your other nipple in an attempt to elicit the same response. It works. He is still moaning when your dad comes back in the room, hands full of beers. 

Your dad hands a fresh beer to each man and brings the last one to the chair you and Joel are sharing. He grabs Joel’s empty bottle out of the cupholder on the armrest and replaces it with the new, cold beer, so Joel doesn’t have to move his right hand from its current position under the front of your skirt.

“Thanks Jim,” Joel smiles up at your dad appreciatively.

“Anytime, buddy,” your dad smiles back, clapping Joel on the shoulder.

The game starts back up and you grab the beer, gently placing it against Joel’s lips and letting him take several pulls from the bottle. He rewards you by gently tapping his hand against your clit. It’s not meant to be pleasurable but you enjoy it all the same, knowing Joel will reward you later for behaving. You try not to whine as you constrict around him, your pussy stuffed full of him and yet still famished, your wetness running down his length and pooling at his base.

You hear your mom call everyone to dinner and you expect to hear the men protest but you look at the TV and notice the game is over and the Cowboys have won 79-3. Tommy comes and stands in front of the chair, putting his hands under your arms and lifting you off Joel’s lap like you’d lift a toddler. The squelching wet sound can barely be heard above all the shuffling feet making their way into the dining room.

Joel hastily tucks his cock back into his pants and follows as Tommy carries you on his hip like a child. When you get into the dining room you see everyone is already sat down and gathered around the table. Your mom and dad, little sister and big brother, uncle and three aunts, seven cousins, and even Chloe - the yellow Lab you had when you were nine is there - sitting at the head of the table.

The table is spread with all of your favorite foods, a glazed ham, roast turkey, stuffing, macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, Red Lobster cheddar bay biscuits, pad thai, baja-style fish tacos, chik-fil-A nuggets, and a tiered cake. You think your mom has probably been cooking for days to create this meal. 

Tommy sits you down in a high chair at the other end of the long table, opposite Chloe. You feel warm hands wrap around your body and tuck a napkin in the front of your shirt and you realize the high chair wasn’t a chair, it was just Joel’s lap again. Tommy pushes the ornately decorated cake closer to you and lights the candles atop it.

Everyone starts to sing happy birthday to you, even Chloe. Joel wraps his arms around you and whispers “Happy Birthday Babygirl” in your ear. You feel his stubble scratch against your cheek and you simultaneously feel his trimmed pubic hair against your other cheek, realizing he’s got his massive fat cock crammed back inside you.

Your mother is crying happy tears and your cousins are cheering and throwing confetti while Chloe - with her beautiful blonde hair - continues the birthday song with a verse of “how old are you now?” You lean forward to blow out the birthday candles and the movement causes Joel to orgasm inside you. He grips you even tighter, holding you down, as the force of his ejaculation threatens to propel you off his lap.

You feel his hot spend coating your walls, filling you up, overflowing out of you. You can hear it dripping off his lap and hitting the floor. Then Tommy leans in close and slaps you in the face. Hard. Then another slap, this time even harder. 

You hear your mother louder now, wailing above Chloe’s song. The confetti is piling up on the table, coating all the food. The candles drip wax onto the birthday cake, which you know must be Devil’s Food Cake, your favorite. Joel’s come puddle is coating the floor, rising and getting everyone’s shoes wet. Tommy slaps you one more time.

You blink and refocus your eyes, staring at the face of a woman named Brenda. You think her name is Brenda, because that’s what her name badge says. You move your arm to fix your bangs, which Brenda messed up when she slapped you, but your hands are bound. Joel’s arms must be around you too tight. Oh wait, you’re wearing a straightjacket.

“Stop screaming you little weirdo,” Brenda hisses in your ear, “or I’ll dose you up so much you’ll be drooling in that pillow the rest of the day.”

She shoves your head away, catching you off balance and sending you clattering to the floor. The small TV mounted to the wall high above you plays another Looney Toons cartoon as you fade back into your dream-like state. You were about to eat your birthday cake!

🎂

😈

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#joel miller x reader #dbf!joel #chloeangelic #happy birthday #chloe's favorite trope

[captaindeinony]

Erm what is your deal

#pokemon #TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY!!! #22ND BABY #gen 9 pokemon #trainer Carmine #trainer Kieran #pokemon carmine #pokemon kieran #they’re gonna mean so much to me I can tell they’re gonna fuck me up in the brain #trainer Juliana #I messed with the blur so much at one point that it looked like Juliana was flipping Carmine off #not the intent but that’s a Juliana thing to do in my book #BUT YEAH #they’re siblings and my favorite trope ever is just. ‘thing happens to family’ #AND. AND. THEY ARE FAMILY WAHG #I would love to pick them apart but I gotta wait #Paldea #Diino doodle

[echoingalaxies]

Whumpee spending their birthday alone - they knew it would happen, and they didn't expect anything more, but it still does suck, as the hours drag by and maybe they try to kill time by going for walks or rotting online, but it doesn't erase the boredom and the loneliness they can't do anything about.

#i feel dumb for this but it's my birthday and this is a vent #whump #whump prompts #whump ideas #whump scenario #whump trope #emotional whump #whumpblr

[emmyrosee]

Kiyoomi thinks play fighting is childish.

Fairly standard things, he knows Meian and his partners do it, and he knows atsumu has a track record of losing to Hinata, Bokuto is notoriously playful after a big win, but it never appealed to Kiyoomi like it does them, and in turn, they know better than to test and try his patience.

Unfortunately, for Kiyoomi it seems you don’t get that same message.

It wasn’t his fault Meian needed him so suddenly, messing up the dates for their new sizing for the team jerseys, and he doesn’t want to leave and more than you don’t want him to, but Kiyoomi must oblige for his career’s sake, and for the love of the gods, where the hell did he put his keys-

“Oh, you haven’t left yet?” You hum brattily, and Kiyoomi feels the vein in his head throb.

“No,” he grumbles, a hand carding back his curls as he stands up straight. “Baby, you haven’t seen my keys have you? I could’ve sworn I’d left them-“

“Oh- you mean these keys?” There’s a jingle that prompts the end of your tease, and goosebumps of irritation rise from his skin.

“For fucks sake,” he groans, finally turning to face you. “I’ve been looking all over the place for them, why would you take them?”

“Because I don’t want you to leave,” you shrug, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Which it was, but he’s never going to let you know that.

“Give me my keys, I’m going to be-“

“No.”

His brows shot up in surprise, taken aback by your defiance for his demand. “What do you mean ‘no?’” He snips, taking a step towards you, and snarling when you take one back confidently. In reality, there’s a feeling brewing in his gut at your words, almost like an excitement and eagerness for a challenge. He doesn’t want you to see it though, he’s an adult and there’s no reason for such an emotional response to come from your audacity.

“I’m sorry, what letter is tripping you up?” You say, a mocking brow cocking upwards as you jingle his keys in your fingers. “N. O.”

Oh, you’re so in for it.

“Watch yourself,” he snarls, but the glimmer in his onyx eyes doesn’t go unnoticed by you, and it makes you lick your teeth in excitement. But there’s absolutely nothing, no warning, no thoughts that could prepare him for the low, snarky little words that fall from your lips next.

“Make me.”

“You little brat,” he growls, but he’s unable to fight the smirk on his lips as he drops his bag and absolutely sprints towards you, relishing in your screams as you try to run fast and far from him. He’s an athlete, surely you must’ve known he’d catch up to you, but even if you do, you cackle and shriek in surprise when long fingers grip the back of your shirt and positively yanks you back towards him, threads popping and your legs kicking wildly to escape. It’s unsuccessful, and he’s on full adrenaline and excitement when he pulls you up and over his shoulder, fists banging into his back.

“Since when are you so strong!” You whine around cackles.

“I can physically lift and move Bokuto, you think you’re a problem for me?” His answer comes quick and in-between pants, his cheeks hurt from the grin that splits his face, and even before you can beg and plead for giggly mercy, he hauls you into the bedroom.

He tosses you carelessly enough on the bed to have you scrambling to face him, your eyes glimmering from laughing so much. His heart squeezes, and if he weren’t on absolute adrenaline right now, he would’ve bent down and kissed the giggles out of your mouth.

But alas, he holds himself back and instead, when he lowers his hands to try and grab his keys, yours bat them away, the keys stabbing his knuckles one too many times for his liking.

“Oh you fucking-“ he growls as he flips you back onto your belly to face away from him again, and when you try to flip over with your free arm, he knocks the weight out from under you, pinning the arm without the keys behind your back, the arm with the keys flailing for freedom over the edge of the bed.

“Omi!” You whine around howls of laughter, your arm bent in an awkward angle, but you’re not fighting back as rough as he’d expect, and he takes it as a sign you’re still having fun. He snarls and moves your arm higher up your back to ease the tension, and you merely bury your face in the mattress as you cackle.

Then, a massive paw claps a playful smack on your ass, and he absolutely loves the sound of your shocked scream. “Kiyoomi!” You scold, head whipping around but the grin on your face still beaming wildly. You’re clearly surprised to see him in such a state, but he can tell just by the body language that you love it. “Don’t do that!”

He smirks, “you gonna give me my keys?”

“No! You promised me- OW!”

Another rough smack lands on your butt, and your legs kick out with a giggly “stop it!” to which he prompts another smack. Then, a squeeze to your hips to make you writhe and shriek at the ticklishness. And one final slap when he hears the clatter of his keys hitting the floor.

After deeming you punished enough, Kiyoomi releases you to curl up and giggle on yourself, his pulse beating wildly from the adrenaline and exhilaration pulsing through his blood stream. “Don’t test me again, brat.” He cards back his curls and makes his way over to the dropped keys, and he crouched down to pick them up, planting a kiss on your head as he stands back up. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Who knew the impenetrable Sakusa Kiyoomi could be so playful?” You hum, smiling innocently up at him. He gives you a deadpanned stare and a flick to your head to make you whine.

“Come back to me, ‘kay?” You whisper, sitting up and pouting you lips out for another kiss. He rolls his eyes and complies, a large hand tenderly stroking your jawline, and lips whispering a soft “of course,” against yours.

“I’ll always come back to you… even if you are the bane of my existence.”

——-

@meloomi IM SO SORRY I HAD TO TAG YOU, IF I GO DOWN YOURE COMIN WITH ME-

#god I love play fighting smh #they’re some of my fave tropes uGH #also if someone dare @ me for this you’re uninvited to my birthday party #let me enjoy my squishy kiyoomi smh #also I’m 95% sure this is gender neutral but if it’s not pls correct me #don’t let this flop bc I will shove it down all your throats PFFFFF- #i never post in the day in my neck of the woods so 💅🏼 #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader fluff #sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader #sakusa kiyoomi imagine #sakusa kiyoomi haikyuu #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x yn #haikyuu x y/n

[syntax-stonefly]

something i noticed that i haven’t seen anyone else point out is that (at least i’m 90% sure) they’re celebrating steve’s birthday here

like. the crown on his head looks it says happy. considering the first season (and likely the second too) take place in june i can’t think of any other holiday that refers to. also he’s the only one with the crown and he has a cake with a candle

#antennae wiggles #i’m soooo sane tonight #i don’t think im the first to notice it but idk #i’m just like. any possible scenario of this makes me soft #like did the bigtop crew ask about his birthday and he panicked and gave a date only for the #m to throw a party for him? #did he just say he forgot so they decided his birthday was then? #idkkk any trope to do with birthdays makes me soft #bigtop burger #btb steve #if this isn’t what’s going on go ahead and let me know ofc i just am thinking about them a lot

[barrel-crow-n]

"I hate kid fics, I hate fanfiction where the characters are parents now it just feels weird, especially with Kanej-"

Dad!Kaz fics where he finds a baby on the street and takes it in because he's not that much of a monster to leave a baby in the cold, wet streets and he begrudgingly raises it saying stuff like "I should throw you out the window" when it annoys him (he never does), and "You'll be a good investment when you grow up" or "Maybe you'll be good at demo. Or you'll be a spider":

Me: 💳💥💳💥💥💥💳💥💥

#bonus points if as the child grows up kaz gifts them stuff like knives or brass knuckles for their birthday #i'll probably write this one day #yeah honestly i will #i read ONE fanfic with this trope and now i need it on a spiritual level #this is the only exception though #i absolutely despise children #kaz brekker #grishaverse #six of crows #six of crows duology #soc #six of crows fanfic #kaz dad au #NEW TAG

[axel-slays-sometimes]

come a little closer<3 [acesan for the soul. happy late birthday ace:3] ID in image ALT!

#ughhhhh the flirts ever #favorite trope is 100% the flirt who gets outflirted by Some Hot Guy (whos also easily flustered) and acesan is exactly that #acesan #one piece #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #ace #portgas d ace #fanart #my art tag #happy birthday ace!!!

[kabie-whump]

WoW Birthday Whump Day 2

(finally)

Prompt: Starvation / Thirst / "Please..."

Additional content: vampire whumpee, blood, passing out, Carewhumpee, character death mentions (undead), CPR mention, self harm (sort of)

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Caretaker knocks on Whumpee’s door. They take a short step back while they wait, picking anxiously at their nails. It’s been a week since anyone heard from Whumpee. Caretaker wasn’t too worried at first - Whumpee’s always been a bit of an introvert. But then Whumpee’s mom called Caretaker in tears saying Whumpee had missed their weekly video chat and that is just not normal.

Caretaker waits for a few minutes before knocking again. Then another few minutes. They try calling Whumpee again. Nothing.

Caretaker pockets their phone and raises their hand to pound on the door. Their phone buzzes. It’s a text from Whumpee.

<go away>

Caretaker tries to call them again and it goes straight to voicemail. Growling, they respond in text instead.

<Let me in. I know something’s up. Your mom called me.>

They watch the typing bubble appear, and then disappear, and then appear again.

<please leave>

<Whumpee I will break your door down if you don’t come open it right now.>

<. . . fine.>

There’s soft footsteps. Caretaker takes a step back, prepared for Whumpee to open the door. Then, a crash from inside.

“Whumpee?!”

No answer.

Caretaker rams their shoulder into the door. It only takes two tries for it to slam open, and Caretaker makes a mental note to get stronger screws for the frame because that’s just not safe.

They find Whumpee lying on the ground in the hallway, water and broken glass scattered around them from a vase they’d knocked over on their descent.

Caretaker rushes to their side with a gasp, not caring about the glass. “Whumpee, oh my god!” They take their friend’s face into their shaking hands, pressing two fingers to their throat to check their pulse.

There’s nothing. No pulse.

“No no no no no,” Caretaker sobs. They roll Whumpee onto their back, then get out their phone to call 911 before they start CPR.

A cold hand snatches Caretaker’s wrist, knocking their phone to the ground. Caretaker yelps.

“Don’t.” It’s fragile but it’s definitely Whumpee’s voice. Caretaker’s gaze slowly moves up Whumpee’s body to find their face. Oh god, why are they so pale? They look like a corpse. But their eyes are open and they’re staring straight at Caretaker.

The hand gripping Caretaker’s wrist loosens and then thumps on the floor.

“Holy shit,” Caretaker gasps. “What- You don’t have a pulse!”

“I know,” Whumpee rasps. “Just. Please… Don’t call anyone.”

“You need an ambulance!”

“No. It won’t…” Whumpee trails off, panting weakly. “Won’t help.”

Caretaker scoops them up gently. Their skin is so cold. Holy shit they feel dead.

Whumpee’s head lolls to the side as Caretaker lays them down on the couch. Their throat is caked in dried blood. There’s a clear bite wound in the middle of it.

“Your neck…” Caretaker's eyes go wide. They’ve read enough shitty romance novels to recognize this scenario. But it’s not possible. People don’t become vampires in real life. And this isn’t nearly as sexy. “Oh my god. Whumpee what the fuck?!”

“I… please…” Whumpee sounds absolutely desperate.

“What do you need?” Caretaker is starting to have a suspicion, but they really really want to be wrong.

“I don’t know… Please, help me.”

“Oh my god. Shit. Okay.” Caretaker wanders back over to the mess Whumpee had made when they fell and retrieves a shard of glass. They kneel next to the couch and stare down at the glass, feeling deranged for what they’re about to do. As carefully as they can with their shaking hands, Caretaker draws the edge of the glass along their wrist.

Blood blooms from the shallow cut and Whumpee’s nostrils flare. They tilt their head towards Caretaker. “Please…”

Caretaker feels dizzy already, but they bring the cut to Whumpee’s lips.

Whumpee’s hands latch onto Caretaker’s arm with a strength they didn’t look capable of. Their mouth opens against the cut as Whumpee drinks eagerly.

“Holy fuck,” Caretaker whimpers, grabbing the couch cushion with their unoccupied hand. “This is happening.”

Sharp teeth nudge at the edge of the cut, then sink deeper, tearing it open wider. Caretaker groans, fighting back the urge to pull their wrist away. It hurts, but Whumpee is getting visibly better by the second. Caretaker watches with awe as color returns to Whumpee’s skin and the wound on their throat starts to knit itself shut.

“This is nothing like Twilight,” Caretaker whispers.

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#wow birthday whump #wow birthday whump day 2 #starvation #thirst #please... #vampire whump #vampire whumpee #cw blood #whump #whump community #whump tropes #whump writing #whumpblr #whump scenario #whump ideas #whumpee

[clairenatural]

"jk rowling is a billionaire she won't notice me buying/not buying her video game" but your trans friends will

#jk has explicitly stated that in her view everyone who supports her content also supports her violet campaign against trans people #why would you want to align yourself with that for a video game based in tropes that are frankly done better elsewhere #listen i LOVED hp as a kid my 11th birthday was a whole sorting hat year 1 theme. but the whole thing is tainted #id rather turn to other magic wizard stories than align myself with that #''ill just pirate it'' ok but the game is antisemitic and the source material is filled with racist tropes? why is that fun #idk. terf anons will be blocked and not posted s #o don't even try it #(also collective action does work + the boycotting of the game has made a noticeable impact so actually she will notice you not buying it)

[redrum-alice]

I believe I forgot to post this on my Birthday last week lmao

#ekkojinx #arcane #timebomb #jinx fanart #ekko league of legends #jinxarcane #fan art #enemies to friends trope #this is the tamest spicy image i can offer #tumblr would at be at my throat if i posted the unquestionable ones #look id be happy to show it #but really i dont wanna get in trouble #im 1 year older :) #happy birthday to me ig