Happy Birthday Mr Evans

“Happy birthday Mr Evans”

Pairings: Chris Evans x reader

Summery: Chris thought that the best gift you ever gave him was saying yes to marrying him during Christmas three years ago. He never thought you could top that

Chris had always thought that the best gift you ever could have given him was saying yes to marrying him during Christmas three years ago. I mean how could you top that, right?

Wrong!

You had been able to top that last year during your anniversary when you had gifted him with a beautiful Patriots baby onesie with “Baby Evans” written on the back. Chris had been ecstatic: knowing you were pregnant with his child was the best gift ever. So yeah he was sure now: you couldn’t top that.

He had begged you not to get anything for his birthday: you were eight months long and he didn’t want you to exhaust yourself by looking for a birthday gift for him. Beside he didn’t need anything, he had everything he had always wanted: you had made sure of it.

Chris woke up the morning of his birthday and immediately looked for you, but you weren’t laying beside him: why were you not in bed? Why were you not in bed cuddling him the day of his birthday? You knew how much he liked smothering you and your bump as soon as he woke up.

Since you had told him you were pregnant, the first thing he did, right after kissing you good morning, was talking and showing his love to your baby bump. So why weren’t you there?

Chris lightly raised his head from his pillow and he noticed Dodger on his bed. Well that was even weirder: since you had been pregnant (even before you knew it) Dodger had been your personal bodyguard, he left your side only for his walks and even then Chris had to practically begged him to go out. Let’s say the dog would prefer when you decided to accompany them too. Chris was very proud of his buddy, it was clear he had taken his new big brother status very seriously.

So how come you had left the bed and Dodger hadn’t followed you?

“Dodge? Where is your mom?”- he asked the dog that looked at him whining a little, showing his evident displeasure about not knowing.

Chris was just about to get up and come looking for you when the bedroom door opened and he was left speechless.

You were in a new set of lingerie that not only flaunted your beautiful breast but also framed your beautiful baby bump.

Chris knew you were wearing it only for him and not only because it was his birthday but most of all because you had been very unsure about your body lately, even if he had never stopped telling and showing you how much he loved your body every day.

You had always been stunning and Chris had never been able to resist you, not even when Scott introduced you for the very first time (you two had ended up in bed together that day to Scott’s displeasure and Chris’ smugness) But since you were pregnant and in particular since you had started showing, Chris had almost gone insane with his need to have you.

Did it make him a caveman that rejoice in his efficiency in getting his woman pregnant? Maybe.

Did he care? Hell to the fuck not!

Anyway… you were stunning and Chris knew he was the luckiest man in the world.

You stood on the door just for another moment looking at him.

“Don’t you dare laugh at me, ok?”- you warned him

“Of all the things I’m thinking about doing, laughing isn’t one of them, baby. I promise you”- he licked his lips. He wanted to devour you… well carefully devour you of course.

He wasn’t sure why you were so nervous, it couldn’t be only because of the lingerie, you should have noticed how positively affected he was by you right now. And by positive affected he meant he was painfully hard.

“Baby, are you-” you shushed him before he could finish and cleared your throat and before he knew it you were singing to him and he was smiling like a crazy man. God… he loved you so much.

“Happy birthday Mr Evans… happy birthday to you”- you sensually sang while gently getting on the bed with him.

“You’re so beautiful baby”- he said once you had finished and were laying beside him.

“I’m ridiculous, I don’t even know why I thought it was a good idea. Who would want a whale to sing them happy birthday?”- you whined

“A sexy whale”- he laughed when you playfully smack him

“Come here. Let me show you how much I love you, you birthday man”- you said

You were so caught in Chris’s kisses and hands roaming all over your body that you almost didn’t notice.

“Chris”- you moaned while he was playing with your clit. And suddenly he stopped, his hand was no longer on you.

“Well I’m getting better and better it seems”- he smiled smug while looking at his wet hand

“Oh my god! Chris I didn’t come”- you didn’t know if you should laugh at him or smack him behind the head

“What?”- he was so confuse and so adorable

“Those were my waters, they broke”- you smiled

“What?”

“My waters just broke, baby”- you raised your eyebrow at him

“Oh my god, oh my god… your waters broke. Dodge mommy waters just broke… I’m becoming a daddy. Let’s go let’s go let’s go”- he said while jumping around the room. Dodger started barking and you couldn’t help yourself but laugh.

“You’re behaving like a four year old baby, not a forty years old man”

“Who cares! I’m going to be a daddy”- he said while helping you up.

The road to the hospital was mostly calm, your contractions weren’t fun but you couldn’t wait to meet your baby.

Only when you were on a wheelchair in the hospital you remember

“Oh my god baby, I totally forgot. There is a surprise birthday party for you tonight. I’m so sorry”- you were so crushed , you had spent so much time organizing the party for him and now he couldn’t even enjoy it

“Don’t worry once you’re set in your room, I’m gonna call Ma and Scott to tell them you’re having the baby and I’ll tell Scott to tell everybody else, ok?”- he gently caressed your cheek

“I’m so… uhhh… so sorry baby”- you scream while having another contraction.

Chris really didn’t know how you did it, you were so strong: it had almost been 8 hours of labor but at the end your baby was here and Chris couldn’t stop smiling.

“He’s so beautiful”- he said while looking at his son… he had a son

“Happy birthday Mr Evans… and happy birthday baby Evans”- you smiled while singing again…

And Chris almost cried.

He had always thought the best gift you had ever given him was saying yes to marrying him during Christmas three years ago, but you had proved him wrong two years later when you told him you were pregnant during your anniversary. He had been sure then you could never top that gift.

You proved him wrong once again during his 40th birthday when you gave him his son, with whom he now shared his birthday. It was perfect.

Author note: I wanted to write something for Chris’ birthday and I don’t know why I thought about my cousin’s son who last year was born the day of his dad’s birthday… I think it’s so cute they share a birthday now

Anyway… English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes… I’m pretty sure there is a part that’s not super clear but I don’t know how to fix it 😂

Like always FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME AND APPRECIATED ❤️

Masterlist

I wanna be sandwiched between these two... can I?

Can I request an Isaac one where y/n is a human but has a falling out with her parents and they basically kick her out; Derek has become a sort of brotherly figure to her and when she shows up and tells him what went down he takes her in. Isaac and Y/n have always seemed to get on the others nerves, bickering and being snarky with each other, but when she moves in after a while they start to see different sides of the other, and how cute they look when they're half asleep in the morning etc lol?

Pairing: Isaac X Reader

Musical Inspiration:“Dare” – Daya

Word Count:Approx. 2.3k

Warnings:Mentions of fights with parents, mentions of Isaac’s past, insomnia maybe? 

A/n: Do you recognize any of the things reader and Isaac watch together?

You and Isaac have never gotten along. It’s just too bad forhim that you’ve been in Derek’s life longer because his Alpha already feelsprotective of you. Derek knows that your relationship with your parents hasalways been volatile and he’s always offered you a place to crash when you needto get away. Perhaps Isaac never knew the reason you’d show up for a day or twoand crash in the apartment he and Derek share. You never confided in Isaac so,unless Derek told him, he probably just though you were encroaching on theirterritory, taking up time and space in their lives that wasn’t rightfullyyours. Maybe that’s why he never warmed to you.  

The night your parents kick you out for good and Derek givesyou a place to stay is the night things start to change between you and Isaac.

When you show up with a duffle on your shoulder, Derek letsyou in with no judgement, taking your bag from you and leading you to the guestroom without a word. You hear the creak of Isaac’s door as you pass and feelhis gaze on your back but ignore it, following Derek into the room, still numbfrom the fight with your parents. You watch blankly as he tosses your bag onthe bed and turns to you, opening his arms, offering you the comfort you needbut don’t feel like you can ask for.

You sink into Derek’s hug, gripping his shirt tightly andjust concentrate on breathing. Keepbreathing.

Isaac’s door slams across the hallway, making both you andDerek turn in the direction of the sound.

“I’ll talk to him,” Derek promises. He knows there’s somestrange kind of animosity between the two of you. You really don’t get ityourself. Isaac’s just never seemed to like you much, so you’ve treated him thesame way he’s treated you. An eye for an eye, right?

“It’s fine,” you tell Derek, pulling out of his arms. Youthink you’ve done enough leaning on him for tonight. It’s bad enough he’s givenyou a place in his home until you can find your own way. You already owe him somuch. “He’s not gonna like me, no matter what you say.”

“He will be respectfulthough,” Derek grits out in a way that tells you that Isaac is listening fromhis room. “Both of you will,” he continues, looking pointedly at you. “You maynot be blood, but you’ve both become my family. You don’t have to like eachother, but you do have to be civil under my roof.”

“I know,” you assure him. It won’t be hard on your part.You’ve seen Isaac with his friends, the people he actually likes. You thinkyou’d probably like him if he hadn’t always been such a dick to you.

“Do you need anything?” Derek asks but you’re alreadyshaking your head.

“No, I’m alright,” you say, crossing your arms overyourself. Maybe it’s a silent cry for comfort but Derek can’t seem to hear itand you’re glad. You don’t want to be too needy or ask for too much.  “I think I’m just gonna go to sleep, itthat’s alright.”

“Okay. Sleep well, then,” Derek says, leaving you alone inyour temporary room, shutting the door behind him. You can hear his footstepsas he walks across the hall and stops in front of Isaac’s room but you turnaway from the noise to kick off your shoes and climb under the covers on yourbed, glad that you’re not a werewolf. You don’t think you want to hear whateverIsaac might be saying about you.

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Heyy I recently stumbled upon the Trinity AU and I'm hooked. If you're still doing these requests, if you could do fluffy prompts 24,30 and 38 that would be so great!!

Thanks a bunch 💕💕

sad days — stucky

prompts

24. “Laughing suits you.”

30. A: “I’m such a mess.”

B: “I love it when you’re a mess!”

38. “Can I hug you? Just for a second.”

Bucky Barnes had the tendency to forget dates. He was never good at it even when his memory was pristine. It just slipped from his mind, the dates unimportant to him for so long.

He didn’t know how hard this day was for you. What the day meant or why you seemed to be stuck in bed.

Steve was in a mood too. He hadn’t left the gym since the morning, falling into old habits before Bucky had come back to them.

“Have you guys seen Y/N?”Bucky asked Sam when he crossed into the kitchen, looking for his girlfriend after he had located Steve.

“She’s in her room,”Sam said obviously.

“Still? That’s not like her,”Bucky frowned, concern flooding through him. Why were both of you acting so weird? When he had found Steve, he was too in the zone to even notice him.

“She always does this, every year, thought you knew that,”Sam replied, sipping on his coffee with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Why?”

“You don’t know?”Sam asked, sighing out deeply,”They both get like this, you need to talk to Steve, man, this is above my pay grade.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, worry seeping through him when he realized how out of touch he was with both of you today. He grabbed a granola bar, quickly munching it down before going to investigate.

He found Steve punching his four bag, sending it across the room. Bucky caught it with his hands, throwing it to the ground.

“What’s going on with you and Y/N?” Bucky asked, stepping in front of Steve with a pointed look.”Why are you overworking yourself? Why is she wallowing in bed?”

“It’s a ritual, because of what today was, you know?”Steve replied.

“What was today?”

Realization appeared on his golden features, his eyes wide as he realized Bucky didn’t remember.”You died.”

The revelation hits him like a train, no pun intended. It was the anniversary of his death, the first one he spent around them.

“Oh,”Bucky’s air was stolen from his lungs, pulling Steve into his arms to hold him. The taller man relaxed against him, hugging him tightly and blinking away the emotion in his eyes.”Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want to trigger you, and Y/N never talks about it,”He told him, burying his face in his shoulder. Bucky nodded, kissing the side over his face before gently caressed his face. He pressed a feather-light kiss against his lips, slowly taking in the softness of his mouth. He kissed away all the pain that he could.

“Let’s go find our girl,”Bucky whispered casing his lips,”Think it might be best if we’re all together.”

“She takes it the worst,”Steve admitted,”Sends her down a dark road and she never lets me help, she thinks about both of us dying and she shuts down.”

“I’ll take care of it, c’mon,”Bucky wrapped an arm around him, walking with Steve to your room. The door was shut, something that wasn’t usual. You kept it open, and you never stayed in there anymore. You liked to be in Steve’s big bed instead so you could cuddle with the boys.

Bucky peeked in your door, finding the lights all off and you curled up in his bed.”Peaches?”

“Jamie?”Your voice was soft and emotional.

“Can we come in?”

“No, I’m such a mess.”

“I love when you’re a mess,”He replied sweetly, stepping forward with Steve behind him.”You should have come to me. You don’t need to mourn for me, I’m right here.”

You let out a soft breath, tears welling up in your eyes at his words of comfort. Bucky was here, he was alive and breathing. He was here.

“Can I hug you?”You asked weakly, making Bucky smile softly.

“You never have to ask, peaches,” Bucky told you, climbing into the bed and surrounding you in him. His arms tight wove around your body, pressing light kisses all over your face.

Steve sank into the bed beside you, watching how Bucky’s kisses seemed to lift your mood. He smiled at the sight and joined in the love fest.

With both your boyfriend peppering your face with kisses, you can’t help but giggle. It’s music to their ears.

“Ah, there she is,”Steve teased, lips pressed against the side of your face while Bucky kissed at your nose and forehead.

“Laughing suits you, peaches,”Bucky murmured, kissing your lips gently and melting into the kiss. You can’t help the little tears that came leaked from your eyes. You were just happy to have him back in your eyes.

“Oh, bunny,”Steve cooed, wrapping an arm around you while Bucky stayed hovering over you. You felt so happy to have your boys back with you. That dark part of your life was over.

“We’re right here, peaches,”Bucky assured you sweetly,taking your hand to put over his heart beat.”I’m alive, I’m safe and home. I got you, I’ve got both of you.”

It was the first time that day didn’t even with you and Steve alone in your sadness, but instead, in the arms of the one you thought you’d lost.

Wanted

Author: @huntersanonymous

Title: Wanted

Characters: Derek Hale x Reader

Word Count: 12k

Warnings: swearing, jealousy, mild violence, mentions of blood, mention of sex, typical Derek threats

A/N: Derek is an alpha, his whole pack is alive and well because they deserved better damn it. Scott is also an alpha with his pack. All live in Beacon Hills in harmony. So yes, this is an AU, and I like to live in it as canon. <3

Summary: When you’re human, having a semi-relationship with an older alpha werewolf is hard. Having a semi-relationship with said older alpha who turns out to be de-aged by a random witch, is even harder.

You couldn’t stop pacing. You were already on your 10th lap around the McCall living room, clutching your phone in your hand as you waited for a call from your best friends. You knew you should have went with them, you knew it deep down in your bones something bad was going to happen.

“It was just a simple check around the nemeton, I should have fought harder to go.” You grumbled, kicking the edge of the carpet in annoyance.

“Derek forbade it.” Lydia mused, cackling as she ignored your glares and continued to paint her nails.

“Derek, isn’t the boss of me.” You huffed, sitting in the chair across from her.

“Says the girl that is sitting down. In the house. Where Derek told her to say.” Lydia raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow at you, and you narrowed your eyes.

“I stayed behind because– well because–”

“Because Derek said, and I quote, ‘I just want you to be safe Y/N, please.’ End quote.” Lydia’s taunting smile seemed to grow and threw your best Derek inspired scowl in her direction.”Besides, everything’s fine. I would feel it if anyone was dying.”

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Coffee - Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Future Bucky x Reader

Warnings: So Fluffy

Other than curled up with a good book and a warm drink on the window seat in your apartment, your favorite place to be in the city was in your diner, Nick’s. Nick was your father and when he passed, you inherited the diner you’d worked in your entire life. You’d upgraded the equipment and decor over the years, but kept the classic styling. It was one of the things that made people come back. That and your homemade pies and awesome coffee. 

This particular day had been relatively slow as rain poured down outside and you’d taken the opportunity to do some overdo deep cleaning. The bell over the front door went off and you glanced up to see two men hurry inside. You greeted them with a smile. “You gentlemen can sit wherever you’d like. Would you like some hot coffee?”

One of the men raked a hand through his blonde hair trying to tame it a bit from the weather. He smiled, showing off straight white teeth, looking like the poster child for good dental hygiene. “That would be fantastic, Ma'am. Thank you,” he said sincerely as gratitude flashed through his bright blue eyes.

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