[On cake] “Chocolate. Chocolate…chocolate on chocolate—with chocolate in it and chocolate sprinkles on it. And a cup of chocolate next to it! Chocolate.” - Happy Birthday, Jensen Ackles (March 1st, 1978)
My heart melts at your smile When our eyes meet, my heart pounds
↳Happy Birthday to my precious Boo!! ♡♡ You’re perfect just the way you are, so don’t let other people tell you otherwise because their opinion really don’t matter, honestly. Like you’re a fucking blessing to the world and I wish you’d see how great you are. Thank you for making us laugh and giving us the opportunity to listen to your beautiful voice! I love you :~) #HappyBOOday
“I always had a larger view. I’m interested in real life - my family, my friends. I have tried never to define myself by my success, whatever that is. My happiness is way beyond roles and awards.” Happy 41st birthday, Amy Lou Adams! (August 20, 1974)
N/A: this is just a quickly writing bc baby boo is getting one year hotter and c’mon he deserves a life being spoiled and loved.
May 29. It was the second most important date on your calendar, one that you couldn’t forget. And it was the reason for you to be wearing the famous red uniform of the Playboy bunny girl. You took a deep breath, giving one last look at the mirror to confirm if everything was in order and finishing applying your red lipstick. Damn it, you were anxious. The music was playing loud and you knew you were almost two hours late, but that was your plan, pretend that wouldn’t show up and then make your surprise. You knew it wasn’t just a costume party, but you wanted to spoil your boyfriend, so there was you finally going down the stairs holding a small cake filled with red and gold candles. The lights dimmed, leaving the lighting focused just where you would walk and as soon as you entered the guests’ field of vision, it started playing ‘Happy Birthday to You’ in
Marilyn Monroe’s voice.
You walked slowly and sensually, adding an extra wiggle on your hips while singing along to the music and looking toward the birthday boy. Tony was standing in the middle of the ballroom, with Natasha, Steve, Rhodes and Clint beside him - probably those who helped put the small plan into action - and he seemed quite surprised. But every step you approached the expression on his face changed as if finally understanding what was happening there. The guests whistled, sang and clapped with the music, but it was when you finally stopped in front of him that everyone started screaming. You smile from ear to ear, it wasn’t a seductive smile, but a happy one.
“Make a wish, my love.” You hummed as he readily bent to blow out the candles.
“Happy birthday to me.” He said happily, taking the cake of your hands flustered and almost knocking in Steve’s shirt for delivering without notice to the super soldier. You shook your head and chuckled at his behavior, but just giving a little scream when you were pulled by your wrist and strongly embraced, with your lips being sealed in a passionate kiss “This is all for me? My present?”
You looked at Tony, his eyes sparkled the way you loved so much. Taking a deep breath to try to regain your composure, you put your hands on his chest and smiled innocently. It was written all over his body language that he had thought you wouldn’t show up at the party and that he was now completely happy and relieved to see that you just wanted to surprise him. You then bent until you could whisper in his ear, ignoring the party that was still going on and many of the guests still watching you two.
“Let me know if you decide to start.” You smiled when you noticed Tony shiver, so you slipped a hand through his hair and smirked.
“Start what?” He arched an eyebrow, deciding to act according to your provocation.
“Start to open your present, Mr. Stark.” You shrugged away from him and turned to greet Rhodes and Natasha, but soon you felt Tony’s hands on your waist and were placed on his shoulder, passing between the guests that laughed excited and were celebrating the party. You caught a glimpse of Natasha with a cell phone in hand probably filming everything, but you just pretended to complain and give small slaps on Tony’s back.
“Thank you for coming and enjoy the party!” the billionaire shouted before disappearing into the elevator with you.