happy birthday darling girl

Birthday Gifts // Cole Sprouse

Can you please write number 58, Cole x Reader? 💘

[“Shit, that’s hot”]

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex,

Word Count: 1,180

Characters: Cole Sprouse, Dylan Sprouse, Dayna Frazer

A/N: well, I’ll probably be up all night since my 1 hour nap and it turned into a 6 hour nap, so I might spend the whole night writing for you guys. X

I was laughing so hard while writing this because I was so tempted to have him sip a hot drink and be like “shit, that’s hot.”

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“Happy Birthday, my darling girl!” Cole shouted as he walked into the kitchen, making you look up from your baking, a small smile on your lips and a blush on your cheeks. “Ah, you look so pretty.” He walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you in for a kiss.

“Thank you, Cole,” you murmur, continuing decorating the cupcakes that you and Cole would be bringing to Dylan’s place, where you were all going for a few drinks, then hitting the town for dinner or something like that. You pushed your hair from your face, taking a deep breath and putting the piping bag down. He held a large, light dusty pink box in his hands, and a grin was on his lips.

“I got you a gift. And I know you said no gifts! But I saw it and I thought you’d love it so much, and I had to get it for you.” Cole handed you the box, which you gratefully took and set it on a clean part of the counter, gently placing your hands on his cheeks and leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. Cole’s hands went to your waist, his fingers looping through the belt holes of your jeans, pulling your hips against his. His lips softly trailed from your jawline to under your ear, bringing goose bumps to your skin.

“Baby. I’m gonna go get ready, okay?” You pulled away slowly, brushing some of his hair from his face and kissing him one more time. You grabbed the box that contained some mystery item. Biting your lip and looking at Cole, you smiled softly before headed to the hallway to go to the bedroom.

“Before you put clothes on, come and show me what that looks like, okay?” Cole calls out, making you turn around, nodding a little bit and turning back around, headed into the bedroom.


You kept looking at yourself in the mirror, turning around and looking at every possible angle you could. You were taken away by the gift Cole had bought you. Your fingers trailed over the sparkly, sheer material of the bottoms, swallowing a lump in your throat. Pulling on your robe, you sat down at your vanity, looking through your lipsticks and pulling out a deep red lipstick and swiping it across your lips. You finished the rest of your make up, pulling out the black, lace dress you’d be wearing and looking through the bottom of the closet for a pair of heels. You picked out a pair of strappy Yves Saint Laurent’s, sliding them on. You pulled off your robe, hanging it back up and looking at yourself in the mirror again. Taking a deep breath and running your fingers through your hair, you let it fall over your shoulders and opening the bedroom door and walking towards the kitchen where Cole was.

Cole wasn’t sure what to expect. He did buy the lingerie for you, but he didn’t know how well you were going to pull it off, but as soon as he saw you appear at the end of the hallway, he swore that you had legitimately taken his breath away. His breathing hitched in his throat and he had to blink a few times to make sure it was actually you and not the maid or something.

“Shit, that’s hot.” Cole shook his head. You looked so… innocent, but dirty at the same time. Maybe it was the look on your face. You looked so shy and quiet, but he knew you were far from that.

“I’m uh, going to go put my dress on.” You pointed your thumb over your shoulder, but the ‘no’ that came from Cole’s lips took you back a little. “Come here,” he spoke, making you swallow a lump in your throat and walking towards him. You stood in front of the brunette (that was slowly going blonde again, thank god). You attempted to cross your arms over your stomach, but your wrists were captured by him. His breath could be felt against your neck as his lips rested close to your ear.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby girl. You look so… breathtaking.” Cole’s words sent a shiver down your spine, especially since he had never actually ‘fucked’ you. He was all about making love and loving you. He was always gently, but something clicked in him as soon as he saw you at the end of the hallway. “Now, go get dressed. We’re leaving soon.”


“You look absolutely stunning, Cupcake!” Dayna squealed as she saw you, embracing you in a tight hug. You always loved Dayna. She was so sweet, and if you ever needed some girl time, she was always there for you.

“Donut, you look gorgeous! But thank you!” You grinned, using the nickname you had given her a few months after you had met her. She was Donut and you were Cupcake. It was just this weird bond you both had over baking, and whenever one of you were bored, or upset, desserts would be brought over.

You walked beside Dayna, arm linked with hers as you both gossiped about anything you could think of. Cole and Dylan were catching up, trailing a bit behind you. “Also, Happy Birthday, (Y/N),” Dayna spoke, looking at you with a smile. She enveloped you into a hug, making you smile. You adored her so much.

“Yeah, Happy Birthday, (Y/N/N).” Dylan nodded, also wrapping his arms around you in a hug. “Now, let’s go in that club and try to get as many free drinks as we can!” Dylan shouted, wrapping his arm around Dayna’s waist as they walked into the club, the bouncer letting the four of you straight in.

“Perks of being famous,” Cole whispered into your ear, making you shiver as his arm stayed wrapped around your waist. “Happy Birthday, once again, darling.” Cole gently kissed your cheek, making you smile.

“(Y/N)! C’mon!” Dayna pulled you away from Cole, taking you straight to the bar. “Can we get a round of shots for the birthday girl?!” Dayna shouted over the music, the bartender nodded, a grin on his lips as he looked at the both of you. ‘On the house!’ You had seen him mouth, making Dayna squeal a little. Once the two of you got a round of shots, Dayna brought them over to Dylan and Cole, who were sitting in a booth. “Free shots!”


You weren’t completely wasted, but putting the key in the keyhole was a bit harder than it seemed like it would be. Cole was being very handsy, his lips on your neck and hands on your waist.

As soon as you had gotten the door opened, you both stumbled inside, closing the door and locking it behind you. You were pushed against the wooden door, Cole’s lips attaching themselves to your neck, making you let out a soft moan.

Let us just say that your night was way more eventful than you thought it’d be.

Happy 45th Birthday Wesley Wales Anderson, 1st May 1969.

“I have a way of filming things and staging them and designing sets. There were times when I thought I should change my approach, but in fact, this is what I like to do. It’s sort of like my handwriting as a movie director. And somewhere along the way, I think I’ve made the decision: I’m going to write in my own handwriting.”

a blooming of cosmos | 1 |

Summary: Home is inked across her skin in deep indigo and silver white and Hinata thinks maybe that’s the point. That she brings home with her wherever she may walk, and that family is found anywhere, especially amongst riotous cascades of flowers that come sailing in from a shift in the wind.
Pairing: NaruHina
Prompt: Tattoo/flower shop au
Chapter: 1 
AN: A very happy (and belated) birthday fic to @annalovesfiction​! (So sorry for being so late!) I give you this monstrously long first chapter to my first dedicated multi-chapter fic! I’m still terrified of this but, well, I just wrote 10k worth of words so maybe I’ll be ok. Apologies for any mistakes- I’m bad enough with just short drabbles, so this was a bit overwhelming to keep going through. Hope you enjoy!

When Hinata got her first tattoo, she never expected that she would keep coming back until the entirety of her back, the slopes of her shoulders, and the landscape of her collarbones would be covered as well. She had never even planned to get even one tattoo.

She was sixteen and in mourning when she walked in.

A boy sketching idly behind the front counter looked up at the sound of the door opening and her attention was immediately drawn to the two red fangs curving down over his cheeks. He was a rough composition of messy brown hair and layered torn t-shirts revealing intricate tattoo sleeves covering his arms. Black eyes reflecting the little light in the dimly lit room followed her halt in the middle of the doorway, a feral beast waiting in the dark. She wondered who was more surprised by the other here.

“You here for a tattoo?” he finally asked when it was apparent she wasn’t going to speak.

She wasn’t even supposed to be here at all, but she nodded instead, not trusting her voice. Her grip loosened on the doorknob before taking a step, then two into the darkness.

The room was warm, and she found the dark was not nearly as foreboding as she feared.

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Felicity’s Birthday!

(photo credit: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/300826450083137465/)

This is story about Felicity’s Birthday for @miriam1779 on her birthday!! It is set early in Season 2. I hope it is fluffy enough for you Miriam and I hope you have a super fantastic birthday! Also available on AO3.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! The shrill alarm clock just kept getting louder. Felicity quickly smacked the alarm clock and just as soon as soon as there was wonderful silence, her phone started to buzz.

She opened one eye and glanced at what she knew would be an ungodly hour before wondering who on earth could be calling. She had just left Oliver and Digg three hours ago and everything was fine.

She reached for her glasses and the phone at the same time, accidentally knocking her Saga graphic novel on the floor. As she put her glasses on she saw her mother’s face on her cell phone screen, she quickly slide the button over to answer.

“Mom? Is everything okay? It’s really early here in Starling City.”

“I’m sorry for waking you Baby Girl but I just wanted to be the first person to wish you a Happy Birthday!!”

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A Gentler Ending - damnslippyplanet - Hannibal (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 6/6
Fandom: Hannibal (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter
Characters: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, Mentions of Chiyoh - Character
Additional Tags: Episode: s03e07 Digestivo, Fix-It of Sorts, Someone Cheer Up Will Graham, Not You Hannibal, Okay Maybe You Hannibal, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, alternating pov

Perhaps what is called for is nothing so simple and clean as separation or joining. It will have to be a field amputation, of sorts. Fast and brutal, and neither of them entirely whole afterwards. But, perhaps, survivable. He will have his dogs and some shredded version of his life back. Maybe he’ll move somewhere warm, and leave no forwarding address. Maybe Abigail will stay in her grave instead of following him. Hannibal will have music and art and blood, freedom somewhere far away. If Will makes the cut clean enough, Hannibal may keep his distance. People have built new lives on less, surely.

Or: A little Digestivo fix-it fic because sometimes you just want your beloved characters to USE their WORDS and avoid several more years of pain.

….and we’re done!  This somehow ended up longer and more sadness-tinged than I expected, and also it’s like a month past @moku-youbi’s birthday by now so it’s a terrible birthday fic. But, y’know. Happy belated birthday anyway, darling girl. 

SasuSaku Month 2015

Day 23 - Plural
Sasuke’s Birthday
Title: Papa’s Big Day
: Once he made a promise, none of his girls will ever forget.
A/N: Happy (late) Birthday, Sasuke-kun! I would have posted this one earlier but since I’m following the order, I’ve decided to leave it be… Warning, It’s gonna be all fluffy! Hahaha enjoy it!
The day had finally arrived. The day when, years before, a child cried for the first time in the Uchiha household. A baby boy whose future would bring him a lot of suffering, losses, and after long and painful years, love. The love of a wife and of a daughter. The love of the brother he lost. Yes, the life of the boy who was born in the 23rd day of the 7th month; would, certainly, be full of adventures. And the biggest of them all, would be having himself a family. He just couldn’t wait to see them on that day. The day when Uchiha Sasuke completed another year of life.

Months after the incident with Uchiha Shin, the raven haired man saw himself returning to his home once again. For he had promised his beloved daughter that he would return home for his birthday, Sasuke had made sure not to travel that far during the time that separated his last visit from the day of his return. Even if it had only been a couple of months, he couldn’t be happier to have a chance to spend some time with his beloved girls once again. He was sure they would have an amazing time together independently of being his birthday celebration. They were going to have a family moment and that was certainly the one thing he was loving the most.

Through some letters exchanged in between the three of them, Sasuke already knew the idea of his two girls. They were going to prepare him a birthday party like he had never had before. Following the young girl’s plan, mother and daughter would make sure to get everything ready for the celebration. There would be cake and presents and he was sure Sakura was going to invite the Uzumaki family and their former sensei to have some fun with them. Everyone that mattered would be there. They would be there. He would be there. And that was the one thing the young Uchiha wanted the most.

Celebrating the birthday of someone who is gone never felt right for the Uchiha Princess. For her mother would nostalgically remember about the date every year, Sarada was already used to that special blank feeling. She could feel that he was missing more than in any other day and she knew her mother could feel that too. His birthday, indeed, was a special day to feel lonely. A special day in which there would be no parties. A great reason to celebrate, yet not a single soul who decorated the house in the name of that date. A family event in which the main star of the day wouldn’t be around. It was certainly a sad day for the Uchiha girls for they knew that he wouldn’t come back for them. Not on that day nor in the next one nor on the following birthdays. July 23rd would be just another day in their lives, but not anymore. Not after that promise.

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How about a kiss? (Pietro Maximoff x reader| Part 1 of 2)

@mrs-reus-blaszczykowska requested:  Hi :) can you write a one shot about Pietro x reader? :) Today’s are her birthday and Avengers prepare a party. She has a crush on Pietro and he has a crush on her (secretly) She is a virgine and has her first time with Pietro :) sorry for my English

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x reader
Warnings: Slight swearing
Author nothes: 

  • Y/n is your name.
  • I had a lot of fun writing this one and I guess I got carried away since it was so long that I had to divide it in two parts. Hopefully, I’ll post the second one tomorrow, because I currently need to revise a few things.
  • And, as always, forgive me for any mistake.

Reader’s pov

You woke up listening to the singing birds outside your window, it was your birthday and you couldn’t have been happier.
You went straight to the kitchen, expecting to find there your teammates, but Wanda was the only one sitting near the huge table where you used to have breakfast all together. 

 "Hey darling, happy birthday!“

The Maximoff girl hugged you so tight that she barely broke your bones and you giggled, begging her to let you go because you really didn’t want to die so young.

“But where is everybody?”
You asked while walking around the room, looking for the others, but there was no sing of the avengers.

"Fury assigned them a mission at the last minute, I stayed here since it wasn’t a big deal and I didn’t want you to spend your birthday all alone. They’ll be back tomorrow, anyway" 

You looked down at your feet murmuring a simple "oh”,  you were a bit disappointed, obviously job was always job, but you wanted to share that special day with your friends, expecially with Pietro. You’d had a huge crush on him since the twins joined the team, but no one knew about that, excepting Wanda, and the funniest part of all this story was that you and speedy were best friends, and that’s not the best situation for someone who is in love.

“I know you wanted to spend some time with him today, he asked me to tell you that he’s sorry”

“Hey, stop looking inside my mind!”

Wanda smirked, resting her hands on her hips and looked at you raising an eyebrow.

“I can tell it by simply looking at you, my dear, your eyes are screaming”

Your cheeks turned red even though she was basically your best friend, you just felt so stupid for thinking of Piet that way, because you knew there was no way he could possibily have returned your feelings, and it was so frustrating.

“For God’s sake, y/n! Stop thinking about my stupid brother and get ready, we’re going shopping!”

You laughed at her excited face and went back to your room, hoping to find something cute to wear.

8 Hours later…

“Wanda, I’m begging you, let’s stop for a moment, my legs are hurting like hell”

You had become sort of a pack mule since you were holding so many bags, you could barely see your feet, but Wanda was all perky and excited that she kept on walking.

“C’mon, y/n, after all you need to train if you want to keep up with my brother”

You huffed, faking a laugh and picked up the peace, trying to reach her, then you noticed she was on the phone.

“Who were you talking to?”

You asked as she suddenly put down the phone and Wanda just shrugged her shoulders.
“Tony called to say that the job is done, they’ll be here tomorrow”

In the meanwhile at the Avengers tower…

“No, no, shit! How is it even possible that you boys aren’t able to do anything without ending up wrestling?”

Natasha was heading for a serious breakdown as Thor and Tony were scuffling on the couch like two kids.

“You need to relax, Nat. Everything is ready, we just have to wait for the guests to come. Wanda is keeping her busy, don’t worry”
Clint gave her a pat on the back before taking something to drink and she rolled her eyes, annoyed by their childish behaviour.

“Is she coming? Is she sad? Is sh-”
Natasha pressed her hands on Pietro’s mouth trying to stop him from asking so many questions, the speedster was a bit nervous, just a bit.

“Shut the fuck up, Maximoff! Your little sweetie pie is okay, you’ll see her in a few hours, don’t panic”

“She isn’t my little sweetie pie”
Pietro muttered, scowling and crossing his arms, and Tony wasted no time  in teasing him.
“Sure, and I’m not a genious, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist anymore”
Wanda’s pov

I sent a message to Tony, warning him that we would’ve arrived soon, then I took y/n’s hand and literally dragged her to the car, explaining that I was planning to go to a club and that we had to come back home to fix ourselves up.
I also asked Nat to keep everyone quiet until I’d taken her in my room, far away from the wing of the building usually used for parties.
As soon ad we got there, I pushed her in the first elevator I found, selecting the beedroom floor and I finally breathed a sigh of relief at the thought that the job was nearly done.

Reader’s pov

Wanda practically obliged you to wear the red dress you had bought and, a minute later, you found yourself in the elevator, again.

“I have to get something from the lounge bar, do you mind?”

“Um, no, it’s okay”
You were wondering what she was looking for, but before you could ask, the elevator door opened revealing a lot of people ready to celebrate.

“Happy birthday!”
They screamed all together and you covered your mouth in shock, while Wanda and Natasha were high-fiving each other. Your team was there, with a thousand of other people, but, hey, Tony Stark’s parties were famous for being huge.

“Oh my God, thank you all very much, you’re amazing!”
You hugged all of your teammates, one by one, saving Pietro for last.

“Happy birthday, printessa”
Speedy lifted you into the hair, both of you were laughing and when you put your feet back to the ground he took a little box from his trouser pocket and gave it to you. In it there was a beautiful necklace with a little moon pendant.

“I’ve got the sun, I know it’s a silly thing, but I-”
He was rambling, as always when he became nervous, and you stopped him by holding your arms around his waist, in order to bring him closer.

“It’s not a stupid thing, it’s perfect and I really don’t know how to thank you enough, Piet”

You felt his hands caressing your back and your heart raced causing you to shiver.

“How about a kiss?”
He asked his usual question and you giggled, he used to say that to tease you, but you whished it had been more than a simple joke for him.

“Who knows, maybe later, speedy”
You winked, with an audacity you never knew you had, and walked away in order to reach Natasha and Wanda.