#happy birthday loml!!!

[jinstronaut]

happy 32nd birthday, kim seokjin (김석진) !

[clairesbeauchamp]

giftober 2024 • day 20: crowded

i never thought that hearing a litany of your near-death experiences would bring me so much peace. or maybe it's just the nearness of you.

[emmyrosee]

happy birthday samu 🫶🏻

complete credit goes to @nyxprobability for the PRECIOUS idea, much love to you 🥺🩷

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Tired legs struggle to keep his foot on the gas, and tired eyes struggle to stay open.

Osamu is convinced this is the longest drive he’s ever taken from his restaurant to home, the songs on the radio feel painfully slow and repetitive, and there’s a twisted part of him that wonders if he should just turn around and nap at the restaurant for a bit before coming home.

But you texted him, playfully demanding his presence at 6 sharp, to be at the dinner table, hungry.

It’s 5:55 when he pulls into the driveway.

Very, very hungry.

Heavy feet trudge up the walkway and the small steps in front of the door, and he sighs sleepily as he turns the handle.

The threshold reveals his warm kitchen, decorated with candles and all his favorite dishes, and he could cry.

It smells devine. He feels the weight lifted off of his shoulders at the idea that he’s able to just relax for the night and only have to worry about doing dishes for you- you’re a heaven sent, and he smiles softly as he hangs his keys on the hook and blinks his sleepy eyes at you.

“What do you think, baby?”

“I think you spoil me,” he chuckles, opening his arms for you to slip into, which you do. Your warm body feels like the perfect remedy to his crazy day, like you’re able to smooth all the frazzled bits of him back together with one soft coo of his name and pet of his hair.

“Well,” you giggle, rubbing your warm hands up and down his big arms, leaning up to catch his lips in a playful kiss, “it’s a special night. I wanted to spoil you.”

Wait.

Is it?

Osamu tenses in your arms, and you start to giggle softly at him, only striking more confusion through his soul. Was it your anniversary? No, surely that was months ago. Was it because of his new hire? No, you probably wouldn’t shower him in affection because of that.

You got a promotion. That had to be it, especially since he wasn’t home last night to celebrate with you. This is why you wanted him home. And he couldn’t be more happy.

He softens and presses a kiss to your head, “I’m so proud of you baby. I knew you could do it,” he says sincerely.

Now, you tense up. You look up at him with a quirked brow and when he matches your confusion, you click your tongue. “Baby… do you really not know what today is?”

Uhh…

“Sssssaaaaturrrrday…?”

“No,” you snicker. “Baby boy, it’s your birthday.”

It is?

“It is?” He asks aloud. He genuinely starts to count the days in his head, his lips moving slightly in thought.

Yeah… October 5.

Sure enough, it’s his birthday. He’s made it another year.

He’s just… surprised. No one wished him a happy birthday, not even his brother, his mother, and-

“Is your phone on do not disturb?” You ask; he assumes he looks saddened at his realization. “Because I did call you three times before you answered me about tonight.”

He smirks. Then, he lets out a flurry of laughter, shoulders shaking as the noise flows out of him, and he almost forgot how good the feeling of laughter is. You join his laughter and wrap your arms tight around him, squeezing him gently as his own arms drape around you.

“Happy Birthday, handsome man.”

“Thank you, babydoll.”

He takes out his phone from his back pocket, shaking his head at indeed, the little moon icon indicating his phone was set to Do Not Disturb. When he turns it off, he’s met with countless messages, from old friends and new, a missed call from his mom, and a flurry of texts from his brother.

A lot from his brother.

atsumu WEVE BEEN HERE FOR AN HOUR

WHERE ARE YOU

THIS WAS YOUR IDEA!

At least now I get a date but STILL!

Huh?

Another wave of realization crashes onto him, and he winces slightly at his mistake.

“Crap…”

“Whats wrong?”

“Atsumu and I were supposed to get brunch today.”

[etesians]

“I’ve just had a thought.”

Kei looks up from his phone, eyes drooping, the hour you’ve spent lounging on the couch rendering him immune to the fact that his neck is bent at a disastrous angle against the armrest. It has you pulling him forward, taking the pillow from under your neck to stuff under his, but it’s a fine trade. Now you can lay against the warmth of his chest and settle into what Kei calls the pre-nap—or, what he used to call it, back when he was still too embarrassed to simply say that he wanted cuddles.

“Woah, careful there," he can't pass up the opportunity to start with. Then, "Good kind or bad kind?”

You hum. “Sickeningly domestic kind.”

“So… good,” he decides after a beat, setting his phone down on the coffee table.

Those long, gentle fingers you love slide into your hair, and it’s a wonder how they’re always able to sate an itch that only manifests itself mere seconds before the touch, just so they can be rubbed away by him and him alone; suspiciously wizard-like. “It’s not like I’m opposed to any of that… Since it’s you.”

Aww.

“Honeycakes—” you coo obnoxiously, disguising his name in the endearment, which gets you exactly what you'd expect—the full moon's circumference of his palm eclipsing your vision, his grip light as he smushes your face around for a while, unable to rid himself of the urge. When he lets go a minute later, you share a mirrored look of contentment, all stupid smiles and rolling eyes, before you settle your ear over his heart and he resumes massaging your scalp.

Whatever video he was watching drones on in the meantime. Something about a supermoon coming up and dropping temperatures… Partly rainy with a high of seventy-three degrees and a low of sixty-eight and—wow, he really got sucked into watching the weather channel... Such old man behavior. But it’s quiet enough to tune out against the steady drum in his ribs, so you both leave it be.

“Your idea, baby.”

“Oh, right. So I was thinking��y’know, when we start buying stuff for the house…”

“Mmhm?”

“For utensils, what if we found the same forks you grew up using, and the same spoons I had, so that our future kid'll have pieces of both of our childhoods already built into theirs? It’d be like our own little mismatched set.” "You're right..." It's quiet for a moment. Then Kei blows out a breath, his mind positively sunnier with the image. “That is sickeningly domestic.”

You open your mouth to defend the idea—because it is a good idea, notes-app worthy, even—when he tacks on, “I’m not saying no. God, you’re just so cute sometimes...” the words followed up by him pulling on your cheek. “Is that why you kept hovering by the drawers when we visited my mom? ‘What if’ my ass—you already found them on google, didn't you?”

Your bubbling laughter gives you away. Because he’s right—they’re in your amazon shopping cart as you speak, just waiting on his two cents.

“What about chopsticks, then? And knives. And spatulas.”

Spatulas? You raise a brow.

Kei only shrugs in response.

“The rest can be new. I don’t want all of it to be us holding onto old things,” you pause. “But my star curtains are non-negotiable.”

“They have holes in them.”

“Those are the cutouts! And you even said they were pretty when the light’s seeping through them.”

“Okay, yes, they are pretty," he relents, setting his glasses down by his phone. Silencing the weather report with a slide of his thumb. “But furnishings aside, we’d still be missing one thing…”

“Tsukishima Kei, I know exactly what you’re thinking…” You find yourself being rolled onto your back, his pupils pushing the golden-brown of his irises to the outer rims as they dilate. “And the answer is no.”

“What?” Kei smirks, almost sing-songy as he trails kisses down your collar. He’s not actually gunning for that part of your life together yet. Key word—yet. You’d both agreed to preserve the first year of your marriage for just the two of you. Figuring out the ins and outs of buying a house together and all the legalities that came with it had been hard enough on its own.

Everything after your one-year anniversary, though, is completely fair game.

“You’re the one who brought up a little Tsukishima…”

[krosiefics]

his present • bang chan

Fluff | WC: 200

a/n: happy birthday chan…the loml <3

“What are you doin’?” Your boyfriend laughed loudly as he walked in on you trying to untangle yourself in ribbon. “Get out, Chan!” You shrieked, throwing a bow in his direction.

He swiftly dodged the bow, giggling at how you struggled. “I- I did not expect- to come home to this!” He said between laughs. Chan’s eyes crescented as he smiled, his toothy grin on display.

“Well I didn’t expect you to get home so early!” You argued playfully. “What were you even trying to do?” Chan shook his head, cheeks flushed from smiling so much. It warmed your heart that he was enjoying this- even though it’s not necessarily what you planned.

You planned on making dinner and wrapping- not tangling- yourself in ribbon, then watching a movie while cuddling. But Chan got home sooner than you expected, leaving you to try and quickly wrap yourself, and well now you’re here.

“I was trying to be your present!” You huff out your cheeks in a pout. “You’re too cute, you know that.” Chan chuckles, shaking his head. Your cheeks flush at his compliment. “Stop.” He simply grins, walking up to you and helps unravel your body.

“I love you.” Chan smiles, pecking your lips after finally unwrapping your body. He held you in his arms. “Happy birthday Channie.” Chan leaned in and placed another soft kiss on your lips, “Thanks baby.”

[joesquinns]

♥ Happy 31st Birthday Joseph Anthony Francis Quinn ♥

[persuaison]

the boyfriend i can never have ♡

[louismyl0ve]

happy birthday louis <3

[morningsunandnightsky]

[00: 27 am]

Jaehyun turned to face you as you both lay in bed, a small smile spreading over his lips. His eyes glittered with love and affection, and his hands were behind his head.

You smile back at him and start to lean in closer to cover him in kisses.

“A kiss for your sweet sweet heart,” you said, leaning in to lightly peck his chest. His heart fluttered at your touch.

“And a kiss for your beautiful mind,” you continued, placing a kiss on his forehead as you looked into his eyes.

With a playful glint, you turned to completely face him and said, "And kisses for my all-time favourite, cutest dimples in the whole universe." He giggled as you proceeded to kiss each of his dimples.

You couldn't help but smile at him, feeling so lucky to have him in your life. Your eyes locked with his in a loving gaze when suddenly, his eyes flickered to your lips. Your heart started racing, and you looked away.

Jaehyun noticed. “Do you still get shy?” he asked, pulling you towards him and tilting your chin with one hand.

With a half smile and half smirk on his face, he looked at your lips, then back into your eyes. “Just by looking at my lips?” he said in a deep, low voice.

Feeling even more shy now, you nodded. Jaehyun's hand moved from your chin to your cheek as he pulled you in for a kiss. Your lips moved in perfect harmony, and you felt the butterflies exploding in your stomach.

Your breath mixed together and sent shivers down your backs as your lips met in a gentle yet intense kiss. Your bodies continued to press against one another, holding each other tightly as the kiss continued.

After what felt like an eternity, you pulled back, both of you breathless. Jaehyun had a huge smile on his face as he asked, “Was that what you wanted to do, princess?”, his voice full of love and a hint of teasing.

You nodded, still feeling too shy to speak. But before you could hide in his chest, he quickly gave you another peck on the lips, making your face heat up even more.

“Let me guess, a kiss for my delicious lips?” he said teasingly, knowing exactly what you were going to say. When you let out a soft groan in response, you could hear his deep, hearty laugh in your ears.

His laughter filled the room, and he pulled you closer, cuddling into you. “You're so cute,” he said, causing you to hide your face in his chest.

As you lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, you know that you are exactly where you’re supposed to be—in his arms, with his lips against yours.

[justlous-art]

morgan made him a flower crown for his bday <3

[onlymingyus]

Imagine walking hand in hand with Mingyu on April 6th. The two of you incognito, hats and masks in places to keep you hidden from the public as the two of you take the time to visit some of the many birthday ads bought by Carats. You’d watch Mingyu’s eyes light up with each one, knowing his smile was wide as he watched Carats stopping to take selfies with the ads unbeknownst to them that he is watching them with love in his eyes.

You’d eventually ride the subway together during the least busiest time seeing a few ads there to end your day only for you to leave Mingyu alone for just a few moments. When you returned you’d have a single cupcake with one lit candle. You’d see that same love in his eyes and as he lowered his mask to make his wish and blow out the candle you’d fall in love with him all over again on his birthday.

Nothing needs to be spectacular for you or Mingyu even on days like this. As long as he has your hand in his, it’s the most perfect birthday. 

[terrorofthetrident]

“Every job I do, I’m always trying to hone my craft and develop new skills to add to my arsenal. Every job I do is like an apprenticeship because I never went to drama school. I’m learning on my feet.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EWAN MITCHELL!

⇢March 8, 1997

[nevvn]

12.09 - Happy Birthday Solomon!!!!!!!! 🥰🫶

[marimondart]

Talent is something you make bloom; Instinct is something you polish

At 30, have you finally had your talent bloom, Oikawa Tooru— Great King?

[sheisntyouspam]

8th November

“There is more to living than not dying.”

[flwjdk]

happy birthday to the wokest family ever

its already 15th in my time zone but its never too late for old men yaoi