#but yes! happy bithday!

[medicsbigburlychest]

how i feel knowing i share a birthday with Markiplier (TODAY IS THE DAY RAAAH 🦅)

[limesgarden]

happy bday to me!

Im finally going to be aable to finish mashle after 3 years!

[eversweetflowerpot]

today is my bday n im pretty sure you’re all legally required to think abt using me while u touch today. i don’t make the rules

[kuruka1559s]

I’M LAAAAATE-

Happy Valentine’s day!

(AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEE!)

I added a lil bonus of how happy you made me yesterday, i truly cannot believe that i had so many likes and that @itsxroxannex JUST LIKED MY DTIYS-

(Also, @mblue-art, I’M FEELING MORE THAN GREAT THANKS TO YOU, YOU MADE MY COLD MUCH MORE BEARABLE.)

[beatheprincess]

🎉HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME🎉

[eccentricsoulsunite]

2.17… 🎈

[0o0ychan0o0]

Just there to wish myself a happy birthday, they say self-care is important...

I don't really get the appeal of this..event it's just another day really.

Welp enough depressing thoughts! Happy birthday to me and happy birthday to any other ones whose birthday is on the 19th of March! I wish you all a happy day and wonderful year of existence!

[neylapie]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!! 🎉🎊❤️💝 Proudest 15 year old to exist hehe 🙂

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[zombrif1c]

Birrhdah.. it is my birthday !! Holy fuck I'm old I can operate a vehicle now

[trans-rites]

happy birthday!!!!

ten days until my birthday!!

[valiwrites]

JOÃO FOR HIS BIRTHDAYYY

as soon as i saw this i knew i had to do it omg!!! its joao's bithday y'all ahh

ONLY FOR YOU

pairing: joao felix x reader

type: fluff

warnings: kissing

MASTERLIST

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You’d been looking forward to João’s birthday for weeks, carefully planning out every detail. You knew he wasn’t into big parties or loud celebrations, preferring something calm and intimate. So, you spent the afternoon setting up the apartment, lighting a few candles, cooking his favorite dinner, and setting up a cozy spot on the couch for the two of you to relax together afterward. By the time everything was ready, you could hardly wait for him to walk through the door.

When he finally came in, João stopped in his tracks, taking it all in—the soft lights, the warmth in the room, the delicious aroma coming from the kitchen, and you standing there, waiting with a big smile.

“Surprise!” you said, beaming, and you could see the happiness spreading across his face.

He pulled you into a tight hug, wrapping you up in his arms. “Thank you, meu amor,” he murmured, pressing his lips against yours before pulling back to look at you. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

“Well, too late,” you teased, reaching up to ruffle his hair. “You only turn twenty-five once, right?”

He laughed softly, letting his hand slide down to hold yours. “You’re right, and this is already perfect.”

You guided him over to the table, where you’d set out his favorite dishes, and the two of you settled in for a cozy dinner, chatting about everything and nothing, laughing about little memories, and catching up. It felt like one of those timeless evenings, and the way João kept smiling at you, reaching across the table to squeeze your hand, or brushing a strand of hair from your face—each moment was enough to make your heart flutter.

After dinner, you cleared away the plates and returned with a small, chocolate cake, decorated simply but made with so much love. João’s eyes lit up as he saw it, his gaze shifting between the cake and you, a hint of amusement in his expression.

“You baked?” he asked, grinning.

“Okay, yes,” you admitted with a shy smile, handing him a fork. “So, it’s probably not as perfect as you’re used to, but I tried!”

João laughed, leaning over to press a quick kiss to your lips, lingering there for just a second longer than usual. “Anything you make is perfect,” he whispered against your lips before pulling away with a grin, ready to dig into the cake.

You both took a few bites, and he looked up, giving you that familiar look, the one that said he couldn’t be happier. “It’s amazing,” he said, reaching out to hold your hand across the table.

After the cake, you moved over to the couch, curling up under a warm blanket as you gave him a few small gifts you’d picked out—a cozy sweater for the chillier nights, a leather-bound journal, and, last but not least, a scrapbook of your favorite memories together.

João opened the scrapbook slowly, his fingers running over each page as he took in the photos and little notes you’d written for each moment. You’d added everything you could think of: candid photos from your weekend trips, movie ticket stubs, photos from match days when you’d been there to cheer him on. Each memory was a reminder of how much he meant to you.

When he reached the last page, he paused, looking up at you, his eyes warm with emotion. “I can’t believe you made all of this for me.”

You shrugged, trying to act casual, even though your cheeks were warming under his gaze. “Of course I did. You’re worth it.”

João let out a soft laugh, leaning in until his face was close to yours, his hand reaching up to gently cup your cheek. His thumb brushed over your skin as he tilted your face up, his voice soft. “I don’t think anyone’s ever done something this thoughtful for me.”

You felt your heart race as he moved closer, his lips meeting yours in a slow, lingering kiss that felt as gentle as it did full of love. His other hand moved to your waist, pulling you just a little closer as he deepened the kiss, making you feel like nothing else mattered at that moment.

When he finally pulled away, his face was close to yours, his forehead resting gently against yours as he whispered, “This is the best birthday I could ever ask for. Thank you, meu amor.”

You laughed softly, giving him a small peck on the lips. “I’m glad,” you whispered, resting your head against his shoulder, feeling his arm wrap around you protectively.

The two of you stayed there, tangled up together, talking in hushed voices, as if you were the only people in the world. And as the night went on, you knew that this quiet celebration—just the two of you, wrapped up in each other—was exactly what João had wanted.

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[missmoonfrost]

Bella's bithday - a wolfstar microfic

@wolfstarmicrofic - November 1: Great Hall - Words: 475

Remus didn’t know if it was a werewolf thing or recently having turned thirteen, but somehow, he always woke up starving. He didn’t have much to say at this time of day and was perfectly happy to walk yawning in competition with Peter after the bickering James and Sirius.

Sirius entered the Great Hall the same way as always. Head high, step self-assured, smiling at any girls looking his way – too many, in Remus' opinion.

Before they reached their usual seats at the far end of the Gryffindor table, an older Slytherin girl that Remus recognised as Sirius’ cousin stood in front of them. Remus had never seen the two of them speak to each other and expected Sirius to brush past her the same way he did any other Slytherin. He stopped. Naturally, so did Remus, James and Peter.

“Happy birthday, Bella.”

Sirius' smile was suddenly constringed.

“Thank you, cousin.” She handed Sirius a letter that he took with a shudder.

She gave the other three a venomous look. “I hope you haven’t forgotten your family altogether.”

She sharply turned around and was off to her table. Sirius, however did not get back into walking until James gently pulled at his arm.  He slumped down on the bench and fidgeted anxiously with the letter.

“What does it say?” James prompted.

Sirius sighed and finally opened it. “It’s an invitation. Tea with the family. For her birthday.”

“You don’t have to go?” James suggested.

“Yes, I do”, Sirius sighed, “It will only get worse if I don’t.”

Remus looked at Sirius quietly nibbling at the end of his toast and suddenly wasn’t hungry anymore himself. It hurt him to see Sirius like this. It hurt him not to be able to protect him from whatever terrible things his family came up with. Remus was usually the more careful of them, or boring and scared of getting caught if you asked James and Sirius. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

“Want to see something fun?” Remus nudged Sirius who grunted and hesitantly looked up.

He nodded towards the Slytherin table and shot a hex with his wand under the table. Suddenly everything on the table was stuck to it. The Slytherins gasped and cried out in annoyance when the forks, toasts or glasses they tried to lift up were stuck.

“Watch now” Remus said and whispered the counter spell.

Half a dozen Shlytherins splashed themselves with their drinks as their cups suddenly became unstuck and there were chaotic outcries and food spilt all along the table.

Sirius snorted and hid a smile behind his hand. Then reached out for some pumpkin juice and a serving of scrambled eggs.

Remus watched in the corner of his eye how Professor McGonagall walked sternly towards him. He quickly looked down but didn’t stop smiling. It was worth it.

[justwritedreams]

Birthday kiss | San

San x Reader, best friends to lovers au Word count: 1960 Genre: pure fluff Author: maari Warnings: Reader has no experience with kisses, mention of a bad kiss because I need to put my experiences here you know I think that's all Note: This one is dedicated to my lil sis @jaehunnyy as a birthday gift. Happy bithday lil sis, I hope you have a amazing and wonderful day 💚 Summary: You had your first kiss and it was horrible, and San is ready to prove that what comes next is better.

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“Hey, how was your-” San didn't even finish talking when saw the door open and Y/N took long strides to throw herself on his bed, while he was busy studying at his desk. “...date?” “Awful.” she complained, letting out a long sigh and throwing her arms up. “Terrible. Worst I had.” He dropped the book and pencil he was holding, got up from his chair and walked over to the bed, sitting beside her, visibly curious. “What happened?” The friend was too excited in the morning, a little nervous of course and he could see it as he helped her choose which outfit to choose and San tried to do everything to make her nervousness go away even for a few hours. It was her birthday and Y/N had a date night, that's why they spent the day together to make up for the fact that this time they weren't going to sing happy birthday at the end of the day. So, they arranged for her to spend the night before in his dorm so they could sing happy birthday at midnight so she could blow out the candles and make a wish. San guessed that she had asked for something about the date since she rubbed her sweaty hands all day, but little did he know what her request had really been. She had to control her body so as not to react obviously when he caressed her knee in a subtle way, encouraging her to speak. She took a deep breath before sitting up straight on the bed to look him properly in the eyes but San didn’t undo the contact of the hot palm with the knee of Y/N covered by jeans.

“So, you know that I don’t have that much experience with those things…” she started gesturing with her hands, a clear sign that she was anxious. “Dating, flirting, kissing.” he began to enumerate while shaking his head. “Yeah I mean… wait, I kissed before.” she looked at him offended and he looked suspicious. “One peck. It's not a kiss.” he laughed. “Two.” she raised her fingers. “I gave two pecks. And of course it’s a kiss.” “No, it’s not.” San laughed again, the dimple showing and Y/N wanted to bite it because he looked cute even though they were arguing. “A kiss involves the tongue, a peck is just the mouths touching.” “Argh, please, don’t remind me of the tongue.” Y/N put her hand to her forehead, looking disgusted. “Why?” San settled better on the bed, his attention fully focused on her.

He was finding it strange actually, because from the way she said it, it was exactly what she wanted to do and now she looked quite regretful. “I got my kiss and it was a mess, okay?” she admitted and saw that San held back a laugh. “I expected it to be something more gentle or intimate but he just opened his mouth and came out sticking his tongue, it was full of saliva and there was no…” Y/N couldn't find a word to describe what she thought so just kept moving her hands as if San would guess. “Complicity.” he concluded and she nodded in agreement. 

Of course he would understand. San always understood her better than anyone and she didn't even need to say what was thinking because with a look he knew.

Well, maybe he didn't know everything she thought. “Yeah!” she sighed sadly and twisted her mouth. “I thought, well since we've been talking for so long and he asked me out right on my birthday, that would be great! There would be sparks and confetti but... there wasn't even a butterfly in my stomach.” Was it naive to think that she could find someone who could make her feel the same things as San? Yes. But it was a desperate act. Y/N felt that she spent too much time with San, which was why her standards were so impossible to meet. San was thoughtful, helpful, affectionate, he was practically perfect so Y/N figured that if she dated other guys and found the same qualities as her friend, maybe the crush she had on him would go away. But of course, it was in vain. Because the whole date she was comparing the poor guy to San. And it wasn't even on purpose, it just happened that she wanted San's gentle eyes to be there, watching her in the dark of the cinema, that it was San's arms hugging her because the air conditioning in the theater was too strong and she was shivering with cold. That it was San’s voice speaking low in her ear and most important, that it was his lips that gave the long-awaited first kiss. It should have been a special date but it turned out to be like every other date she's ever had. And that had made her frustrated, mainly because the kiss had been far below her expectations. “In fact, he didn't even know that today was my birthday.” “Oh.” San looked surprised and clearly upset for her. “You know what I thought about every time he held my hand?” she asked and San shook his head. “How it didn't feel right. I would rather stay here listening to your jokes." “So the guy really was horrible.” he teased and she laughed, nodding in agreement. “Oh and to make the situation even better, I had to come here by myself.” “He didn't want to accompany you?” he asked, perplexed. “In fact, he didn't want the night to end."  she rolled her eyes, irritated, while San looked at her with his eyebrows raised. "But I said that my brother was sick and he needed my help.” “You don't have a brother.” he looked at her confused. “No, but Hongjoong sleeping on the couch was the perfect alibi.” “You didn’t.” he laughed in disbelief and she smiled, pulling her phone out of her pocket and scrolling it until she turned the screen towards San. He saw the conversation, first the photo of Hongjoong sleeping with his mouth open on the couch and Y/N saying ‘this is why I needed to be home’. Of course, she just hadn't mentioned whose house it was.

And then he saw the guy's response. “He just asked when you guys are going to see each other again." he scowled and Y/N rolled her eyes again before blocking the screen without even responding. "Never. Not in a million years. Not to have a drooling kiss again." San tried to hold back his laughter but couldn't and Y/N looked at him, smirking. "What? Seriously, I felt like I was drowning and you know I know the feeling cuz it happened twice to me." “The drowning or the drooling kiss?” he asked and couldn't hold back his laughter any longer, placing a hand on his stomach as his head fell back and the sound echoed throughout the room, making her smile.

That was exactly why Y/N had chosen to go there, because even though it had been an embarrassing situation, San was the only one who could make her feel less worse. He wouldn't say I warned you, he would comfort her. Y/N's smile increased as San continued to laugh and she couldn't hold her laugh, not when his was so contagious. They laughed until her stomach hurt and San started to cry. Laughing at her own failure was only funny with San. After laughing, she threw herself on his bed again, the phone away and she closed her eyes, feeling San lay beside her.

"Why is it so hard for me?" “Huh?” She opened her eyes and turned to face San, he had his chin resting on his hand and was looking at her. "Why is it so hard for me to find someone who doesn't kiss like the world is going to end in 5 seconds." she complained, huffing and saw San get serious, just watching her intensely. San had tried to warn subtly so she didn't expect it that much, the first kiss was never as good as in books or movies, he didn't want her to disappoint herself. But her eyes were so sad and that was her day, it should have been special, even if the kiss had been a mess, the rest should have been worth it. San kept looking at Y/N, saw her mouth moving as she complained but had his attention far from her words. She deserves someone who treated her well, to make her feel safe and loved, especially that day. It was supposed to have been the perfect day and all San felt inside his chest was that he needed to do something to make up or even erase that frustrating night she had. “I wanted a special birthday gift-” In a thrust hearing that sentence, San took a hand to Y/N's face and within seconds heed his lips on hers, and made her quiet as well as complete shock. He didn’t move his lips, even if Y/N lips were soft and hot enough to make him want to start a real kiss, he waited for her to be comfortable to do so and when Y/N realized that San expected her permission she closed her eyes and took her hand to support the arm that held her face. San started a slow and soft kiss that made Y/N’s heart accelerate in a matter of seconds and the body seemed to tingling inside, his lips were kind, didn't seem to be in a hurry, wanted to create a profitable rhythm. When both were already immersed in the dance between her lips, it was the turn of the tongues to meet, and she sighed when San opened his mouth enough so that his tongue move around her lips indicating what he wanted, she gave in of course and led the hand that until then was on his arm to his neck. But the kiss didn’t change, continued at the same slow and sensual rhythm that was making every hair from Y/N's body to lift. San's taste was sweet, it was like an addictive poison and Y/N could spend the rest of her life kissing him like that. He kissed her in a way as if the whole world had stopped and not about to end, taking his sweet time with her. She was breathless but her hand didn't let go of the back of San that diminished the rhythm of the kiss even more, leaving little pecks on her lips before moving away, she didn't have the courage to open her eyes but felt San's watching her and his nose was so close that it made an almost shy affection. His hand that was on her face made a soft affection on her cheek and it was enough for her to open her eyes after trying to recover the breath he had stolen from her. She then found him smiling, the deep dimple appearing, while his eyes analyzed every detail of her face. "What was that?" She whispered, without the strength to keep her voice firm.

"A birthday kiss." He blinked but kept serious. "It's not so hard to find someone who kisses well."

Well? That had been the best kiss of Y/N's life. "I'm sorry but I don't know if it was that good." She pretended innocence and he narrowed his eyes. "I think I'll need some more to compare." "I thought you had already made a wish when you blew the candle."

"And I did." She smiled shy, and started playing with San's hair. "That's exactly what I wished for."

[honestlynervousnut]

🍰 & 🦴 for the make me write (i just need saltommy in some way shape or form)

🍰 - Tommy was on the top part of the 118 station washing the dishes while talking with Hen and Chim when suddently he heard Sal going up the stairs with a tambourine in his hands shouting happily talking about how ''today was a day to celebrate''.

And Tommy knew damm well what it was all that about,today was his 35th birthday and Sal knew,and he also knew how much Tommy didn't liked to celebrate his birthday, but that motherfucker didn't care.

Tommy didn't even bothered to look at him, he just continued to wash the dishes with a small smile on his face trying not to laugh.

Suddently he felt Sal coming up to him from behind. ''Well hello Thomas'' He said with that shit-eating grin of his.

Tommy turned around and looked at him with a fake glare ''Don't say it...''

''Say what?'' Sal asked, faking inocence, to what Tommy just rolled his eyes. ''Y'know what im talking about, don't you dare''

''Mmh...yes of course...HEY guys!'' He turned to look at Chim and Hen ''Do you know what day is today?''

Hen and Chim looked at each other before smiling sheepishly at him, knowing what Sal was trying to do.

Tommy sighed while drying his hands on a rag.

''I swear to god guys, if you all make a fuss about this...I will be so pissed at you all''

''A fuss out of what?'' Sal asked and Tommy just crossed his arms. ''Are you really gonna make me say it?''

''Yup!'' Said Sal bluntly. Tommy sighed ''Jesus....my bithday, today is my birthday...there, I said it,happy now?

''Woohoo!'' celebrated Sal happily banging the tambourine, Tommy tried not to smile at his excitement while Hen and Chim cheered and clapped as well.

''There...now, can everyone stop being so damm jolly?'' Asked Tommy

''Damm why are you so moody? Today is your day!'' Asked Sal.

''Because I don't like to celebrate my birthday....'' When he heard that Sal lean closer to his ear, making sure neither Chim or Hen were listening.

''And....if I gave you a kiss for every year you got....would you still dislike it?'' He whispered with a small smile to what Tommy blushed slightly and lean closer as well.

''Depends on where you're planting your kisses....''

''Well, maybe you'l get to choose, birthday boy~''

🦴-

''U-uh....yeah hi...'' Greeted Eddie as he checked the paper again ''Uh....I think we got the wrong address Buck''

''Oh no its not....'' Said Buck without looking away from the man ''Its not the wrong adress''

Eddie knew that look, hell he knew it better than anyone, it was the ''im going to maim this man'' kind of look.

The man looked at Buck confused

''Im sorry, can I help you?''

Before Eddie could even say a word Buck interrupted him ''Is Tommy home?''

When the man heard that question his face relaxed, now understanding everything.

''Ohh.....you're here for Tommy! Yeah he's here....he's on the bed, I wouldn't enter that bedroom though....I don't know what type of painkillers they gave them but damm he's a log'' The man chuckled.

''And who are you?'' Asked Buck. ''And....how do you know Tommy?''

''Oh yeah my name is Salvatore but yall can call me Sal, everyone calls me Sal....oh and, Tommy and I are friends''

''Hi im Eddie....he's Buck''

''Tommy's boyfriend'' Said Buck bluntly.

Sal raised his eyebrows upon hearing that, he looked Buck up and down before speaking ''You....are Tommy's boyfriend? you?'' he asked a bit perplexed.

[nagai-exe]

HAPPY BITHDAY MARTIN!🎂🎉

yes i know i'm late but i was stuck at the airport yesterday so i only did a small doodle

[blvsstar]

HAPPY BITHDAY TO MEE

yes it's my birthday