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girl-of-many-fandoms · 8 days ago
Divorce Declined
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Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Summary: The reader blindsided her husband with a request he never thought she would even ask for
"Chris I want a divorce"
My husband froze in his tracks trying to figure out if he had heard me correctly. Chris had just returned home from his evening walk with Dodger and I didn't hesitate to blurt out the request
"Pardon?" he removed the harness from patient dog that sat at his father's feet, giving him a few head scratches after the process
"I, Y/N Evans, would like to get a divorce" his features morphed in to one of hurt and confusion
Nice going Y/N
"Can we at least talk about what I did or didn't do to make you come to the conclusion that our marriage has come to an end?" straightening himself Chris crossed his arms over his broad chest, his icy blues scanning my face, still uncertain about what's happening between us
"You did nothing wrong Christopher, in fact you did everything and more than I could ever thank you for but.." sighing I leaned against the back of the sofa, Dodger came over and laid at my feet
"But what?" cocking an eyebrow he patiently waited for me to continue
"Adele's new album just dropped and I'd like to listen to this while bawling my eyes out over a tub of Ben and Jerry's" I couldn't hold back my laugh at the exasperated look on his handsome features, he really did think that I wanted to walk away from us
"You little minx" he took three long strides over to where I stood laughing uncontrollably. Chris effortlessly hoisted me up into his arms, I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist, fingers locking at the back of his neck
"You are unbelieveable, you know that? I frigging thought that you really didn't want to be my wife anymore" I kissed his subbly cheek and looked at him
"I should become an actress, that performance was truly outstanding" he rolled his eyes, still upset that I messed with him like that
"It was, you nearly gave me a heart attack when I walked in"
"So....." his eyebrows drew together, awaiting the rest of my sentence
"Is that a yes?" wordlessly he moved around the sofa, not taking his eyes off of my face once
"No" squealing my back hit the soft padding of the massive sofa, Chris was already headed for the kitchen; my obnoxious laugh filling the quiet house
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rogersevans · 16 days ago
Coitus Interruptus
Summary: It’s a quiet Sunday morning when the innocent Evans children wonder straight into their parents bedroom, to find them... What’s the word Chris uses? Oh yeah, wrestling. this is a part of the evans’ series.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Yn Evans
Warnings: unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy kids), oral sex (m receiving), swearing
the evans’ masterlist | masterlist
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Sunday’s aren’t normally this quiet, the weekends are normally welcomed with high pitched screams from Archie or Alex as they argue over pancake toppings or Alba playing music loudly from her room. 
But the quietness only means one thing, they’re still sleeping. So Yn and Chris intend to take the quiet moment to their full opportunity. 
The kisses along her naked back started off sweet, gently stirring her awake, but as his lips drew closer to her neck his teeth started to nip at the skin making her mewl. Her front currently pressed into their mattress as Chris’s upper half was pressed into her back. 
“Good mornin’ sugar.” He rasped once he reached her ear, his teeth grazing her lobe. The nickname making her heart flutter, the hand that laid flat next to her on the mattress snaked under her, cupping her bare breast and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m one lucky man, waking up next to you every day.” 
“Chris,” she gasped at the feeling of his thumb and index finger pinching her now pebbled nipple, bucking her hips back against him. “Need you.” She whimpered, twisting her body underneath him. The look of adoration in his bright blue eyes, that was only ever for her, had her preening.
No matter how many years pass or how many anniversaries there are Chris still can’t believe how lucky he is to have her by his side. His partner in everything. His best friend. 
Yn brought him back to reality with the feeling of his back hitting the mattress, the view of her peppering kisses along his broad chest, ocassionally dragging her tongue against his skin had him rutting his hips against her breasts, his now fully hard cock sliding between them had him hissing in pleasure and his head hitting the pillow with force. 
His sentence cut short when he felt her mouth wrap around him, a sound that could only be described as pornographic and dirty left his mouth, bouncing off the walls of their bedroom. 
The warmness of her mouth was gone as quick as it appeared making him whimper and buck his hips. “Handsome,” she purred. “You’re going to wake up the monsters.” She reminded him, her soft hands now resting on his thighs as she kneeled between his spread legs.
“Just feels too good sugar,” he was panting now, not caring how desperate he sounded. “Please, need to feel your mouth again.” His chest now pink, matching his cheeks as he took his bottom lip between his teeth. 
Her mouth wrapped around him again and it took everything in Chris not to let the moan that treated to rip from his throat escape. 
He watched as her speed increased, her head bobbing up and down his shaft effortlessly, slowly relaxing her throat to take him deeper with every stroke. Her nose brushing against the skin as she took him to the back of her throat, the hand that wasn’t gripping his thigh started to fondle his sack. This time Chris didn’t care how loud he was being, he couldn’t help it, especially when she looked up at him through her lashes. 
“Jesus,” the hand that was in her hair pulling her back slightly, a pop echoing as she released him with frowned brows. “I want to feel you,” the mixture of her saliva and his pre-cum falling from her lips and down her chin to his dick almost had him exploding, but he needed to feel her. 
Not giving him any opportunity to protest she seated herself on him, hovering only slightly over his cock, her eyes never leaving his as she gripped him at the base and lowered herself onto him, both releasing moans and gasps. 
It still amazed Yn how every time with Chris felt like the first time, her body becoming alive at the feeling, the familiar coil that would always build up in the most intense way or how no matter the position he would find some way to cover her body with kisses. Her toes curling every time. 
“Chris, fuck.” She whispered against his lips before slotting them together, her fingers tangling in his hair as she started to ride him slowly. 
“So tight and taking me so well.” He praised, her heart fluttering at the sound.
“Ch-Chris.” Her head falling into the crook of his neck, her lips finding his pulse point as her hips continued to ride him and meet his thrusts in perfect unison. 
No space was left between them, one hand behind him and pressed into the mattress, holding them up and the other pressing into the small of her back, pushing her chest against his. 
“I need you to cum sugar,” he whispered against the shell of her ear. “Let go for me.” His hips relentlessly thrusting up into his wife, sweat beginning to form over their bodies, Yn’s hair sticking to her forehead. She was close, Chris could tell by the way her eyes were heavy with lust and how her sounds had turned into whimpers.
“Ew! What the fuck!!” Alba screeched making both parents still immediately, Yn snapped her head round to see Alba ushering the twins out of the room, looking horrified.
“We were-” Yn started but only to be cut off by Chris.
“Wrestling.” Turning her head back to him, he looked panicked, lifting his wife off of him as he grabbed the pyjama pants he discarded last night, shoving them on. 
“Sure, wrestling.” Alba now smirked, still shielding the Alex and Archie.
“Alba,” Yn warned, wrapping the sheets around her body and standing, her knees wobbling a little. “Go downstairs, we’ll be down in a second.” When the door softly shut Yn turned to face her husband, a little smirk playing on her lips. “Wrestling?” Grabbing a fresh pair of panties, denim shorts and one of Chris’s shirts. 
“It’s all I could think of! Why aren’t you bothered by this?” 
“What’s the big deal? Yes, its awkward but why make it more awkward?” She shrugged before leaning over to kiss her husbands pink cheek. “Don’t hide in here.” She warned before walked out leaving him to get ready for the day.
The kitchen was filled with the sound of Archie and Alex’s giggles and when she rounded the corner Yn saw the twins attempting to make pancake batter unsupervised whilst Alba sat next to them staring at nothing. 
“Alba,” Yn softly scolded, rushing to stop the twins from reeking anymore havoc but it was too late, flour was everywhere, eggs smashed on the countertop and milk currently being poured into a bowl by Alex, who wobbled on stool he was kneeling on. “Alright Gordon Ramsey, I’ll take it from here.” 
Alex looked up at his mom with those big eyes he inherited from his dad, knowing they would work on you. Alex was your baby, I mean they all were your babies, but Alex was a mama’s boy through and through. Even though the twins were identical, with their soft brown thick head of hair, piercing blue eyes and chin dimples, they were different in so many ways. Archie was more independent, more of a social butterfly and always getting into trouble. Whereas Alex tended to stay by your side or read his favourite book, Where The Wild Things Are, in a quiet corner of the house and he spoke in a soft and quiet tone. 
“Ok baby boy, you can help.” She whispered to him, giving his head of curls a quick kiss. “Wanna talk about it?” Yn asked Alba, glancing at her, to find she was still staring ahead. 
“Not even a little bit.” Alba answered without skipping a beat, shaking her head.
“I agree, let’s not.” Chris agreed as he entered the kitchen now dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie. 
“You do know it’s completely normal?” Alba looked over at her mom with a blank expression. “Sex, it’s completely normal. How do you think all three of you were made?” 
“Nope!” She stood from her seat and heading towards the door.
“Maybe it will teach you to not just barge into our room-”
“It’s Sunday morning! The morning!” She repeated, her hands now resting on her hips. Yn couldn’t help but see Chris in her when she got dramatic or angry. “New rule, if you’re under this roof... No,” she looked at the twins who were too preoccupied with mixing the ingredients together before turning back to her parents. “Sex,” she hissed lowly, “until we’re out of the house and safe from hearing or seeing anything!” Letting her body shudder at the thought.
“You’re giving us a schedule?” Yn mocked, watching as Chris became uncomfortable with the topic of conversation, shuffling on his feet. “I don’t think so.” She chuckled before turning her attention back to the twins, helping them.
Alba watched as Chris moved around the kitchen island to stand behind his wife, his lips finding her temple and giving her ass a quick squeeze. 
“You’re disgusting, the both of you.” Alba scolded the adults, “didn’t you get enough earlier?” 
“Well, if we weren’t interrupted-” 
“Stop!” The teen cut off her dad, covering her ears as she turned and rushed out of the kitchen making both Chris and Yn laugh. 
“Momma?” Alex asked, snuggling into her side more. 
“Yes baby?” Giving his head a soft peck and ruffling Archie’s hair only for him to dodge away from her touch. 
“What’s sex?” Alex asked innocently now looking up at both Chris and Yn, making them both freeze in both shock and panic not knowing how to answer the twin five year olds. 
“Yeah, what’s sex?” Archie asked, finally looking up from the bowl of pancake batter and dropping the wooden spoon into it. 
“I’m going to kill Alba.” Chris muttered into his wife's hair. 
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starry-eyed-romantics · 2 months ago
Lay Your Head On Me
Chris Evans x female reader
Warnings: none but fluff
Summary: having your flight delayed by a few hours, Chris falls asleep on your lap while you’re having a conversation with someone else
Word count: 1,538 words
A/N: currently going through writers' block and an identity crisis, pls bear with me LOL. And if you see a change in my writing style, that’s because I’m experimenting with which ones I like best🥲🥲🥲
"Thank you so much." you say as the barista hands you two paper cups filled with coffee which you take. "it's no problem at all," he replies, a friendly smile appearing on his lips.
You return his smile and walk away, heading towards the first class lounge where Chris was waiting.
As you make your way through the airport, he fades into view, too occupied with his phone to take notice of you walking in his direction. The sight makes you shake your head and tut under your breath.
"Hey," you say, catching him off guard. He takes his eyes off his phone to look up at you standing in front of him. You hold out the coffee in your hand for him to take.
Chris gives you a sheepish smile, obviously touched. "Hey," he replies, "oh my god. You shouldn't have."
You let out a sarcastic scoff. "Of course I had to. Our flights' delayed for the next eight hours," you say, motioning him to take the cup.
"You're right," he agrees resolutely, "gimme," he mumbles, making grabby hands at you. Chris accepts the cup from you and takes a small sip out of it. He let out an 'aah' of relief, exhaling a little steam.
You can't help but suppress a laugh at his antics, which makes him shoot his head up to face you fully. "Thank you," he says, smiling, "Come sit next to me" he then manages to let out, pointing at the seat with his head.
"No problem," you whisper back, then kissing him on the forehead before seating yourself right next to him.
Both your hands lace together as you rest your head on his shoulder, followed by him laying his head on your head.
Your eyes close shut, mind drifting elsewhere as he begins tracing the lines on your palms with his delicate fingers.
A few minutes pass, and you still can't get yourself to sleep. You're still very aware of your surroundings, and your conscience doesn't seem to want to rest.
You tilt your head just the slightest bit and give Chris a sidelong glance. His weary eyes were wide open and on the verge of closing.
You chuckle to yourself when his head inclines forward, causing him to jerk upright.
Then, a yawn escapes his mouth, jaw tightening. "I'm getting a little sleepy." he lets out, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. "how much longer are we gonna have to wait?" he finally asks, turning his head towards you, arms folding.
You take your phone out to take a look at the time, and a glimpse of disappointment crosses your face. "Chris, it's only been an hour; there's plenty of time left. We can book a hotel room for a few hours if you want?" you propose, turning your phone off and sliding it back into your pocket.
"No, it's fine," He says, shaking his head, "I'm sleeping on your lap. It's comfier."
You let out an amused laugh, making him bite back a grin. "You big baby." Then, you pat your lap, gesturing him to put his head on it. "C'mere."
He gleams at you, bright-eyed and does not hesitate to bring his head down to rest on your lap. "I love loving you in public," he murmurs, making himself comfortable before slowly dozing off.
"I know," you shrug, smirking to yourself as you run your hands through his fluffy hair.
Once you're sure Chris is asleep, in the distance, you make out a familiar woman approaching you. "Omg, Y/N? Is that you?" the woman asks, eyes squinting for confirmation, "Hi, it's so good to see you! Remember me? It's Sara. We were roommates at Stanford?"
For a moment, a puzzled look appears on your face. But then, when that moment of realisation hit you, you gasped in excitement. "Oh my God, Sara, hey! Yes, of course, I do! How are you? How have you been?" you chant cheerfully, attempting to get up and squeeze her into a hug.
But then you remember Chris sleeping on your lap. It seemed as though he was in deep slumber because he wouldn't budge when you tried to wake him up. "Chris, wake up." you insist, shaking him violently. But still, no response.
"I'm sorry, let me just," you say, apologising to Sara, now slapping his face repeatedly in annoyance. And still, he doesn't stir. Instead, his arms are folded, and his head is still glued to your lap. You swear you could've heard him snore, too.
"Oh no, it's fine," she says, making you pause, "I've been great, thank you! And what about you? It's been what, 14 years since we last saw each other? Wow," she asks, glancing at you.
You disregard her question for a second and decide to make one last attempt at waking him up, this time poking his ribs. "Chris, get up, come on." you utter.
And when he still doesn't respond, you're sure he's dead. So you give it up. "I'm so sorry. Just pretend he isn't here," you add, making her laugh. "But, um, yeah, it's been 14 years. I've been doing well, what about you? You look great!"
You point towards the empty seat next to you, indicating her to sit down, and Sara obliges. "Thank you, oh, you're too nice. I'm so glad you're doing well," she states, waving you off dramatically, "And, I'm sorry, it's so hard to pretend he's not there. If you don't mind me asking, is that Chris Evans?" she asks, pointing towards his unconscious body.
You bring down your head down to look at him, a smile spreading across your face. "Yes, he is. Chris is my boyfriend. We've been dating for four years now." you answer assuringly, smacking your hands on his biceps to give him a massage.
"Oh wow, that's great! He sure does look pretty comfortable, huh?" she says, chuckling.
An amused laugh ripples from your chest, sending a shockwave through Chris' body. "He does, doesn't he," you say, chuckling along. Your hands are now gliding off of Chris' biceps to run your hands through his hair. "So, anyway, what brings you here to Paris?" you ask, head tilting ever so slightly to the right.
Sara looks up at you, eyebrows raising. "Oh, right, I came here on holiday. It's been so much fun, I've loved it so much, and it hurts to leave." she lets out, a pout forming on her lips.
"That's so exciting!" you reply, "And, true. We don't want to leave either but, here we are." you shrug, now caressing Chris' arms.
She gives you a forced smile. "You guys here on holiday too?" she then asks, her eyes slowly tracing the movements of your fingers.
You give her a nod, lips pursing into a smile. "Yep, the both of us wanted a break off of work and spent some time together."
"Aww, I'm so happy for you both," she says, smiling, "Well, I better get going now. It was great catching up with you, Y/N. We should meet up again sometime." she finally says, slapping her thigh and getting up from her seat.
You smile at her response, pulling her into a hug while still glued onto the seat. "Of course, it was great seeing you too. Let's hope the next time we do, I'm in a better position than this one." You say, making her laugh.
"True. Tell Chris I said hi, will you?" she lets out, "Thanks again, bye!"
"Bye Sara, will do. See you soon," you reply. The two of you then bid your goodbyes. You catch sight of Sara making her way through the lounge in a different direction.
Once she leaves, you sigh, bringing your head down to look at the man in front of you. "OK, seriously, Chris. Cut the act," you say, voice stern.
He doesn't reply until, all of a sudden, a small mischievous grin dances along his lips. Chris can't help but burst into laughter when he opens his eyes to face an unhappy-looking you.
A look of mild concern appears on your face, your mouth forming into a small thin line, and your eyebrows are drawn down a little. "Ha ha, you're so funny," you say with a sarcastic laugh and smile. "Now get up."
Chris lifts his head up a little, face scrunching up. "What? Nooooooo, I don't want to. Do you need to go to the bathroom or something?" he whines, refusing to listen to you.
"God, you really do test my patience sometimes," you say, rolling your eyes at him and causing him to snicker.
"I know. You love me for it, though," Chris teases, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. "You're right. I do," you say, looking down at him.
The response you give him makes him shoot his head up and sit up straight to fully face you. "You do?" he asks, scanning your eyes for an answer.
"Shut up," you say, trying not to smile as your eyes roll. And it's true, you do love him. Nothing could have possibly meant more than him.
"I love you too," he says, finally. "Now can you please continue scratching my head?"
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sstan-hoe · 2 months ago
𝙈𝙮 𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙈𝙖𝙢𝙖 | 𝘾.𝙀
𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 — Chris Evans x Fem!wife!reader
𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 — reader being pregnant and chris just being so in love with reader‘s body and the fact that she‘s carrying their little one?
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 — Pregnancy if that is a warning, emotions
𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 — This is short and sweet, follow @sstan-library if you don't want to be tagged. The owner of the request I excluded the smut because I for one am not a fan if sex while the reader is pregnant hope you understand! Feeling Like making a part two!
𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 — Masterlist | Taglist
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“Chris?” You whispered into the dark as you felt a hand caress your belly and prepping it with little kisses.
“Yes babe?” His voice sounded innocent.
“What are you doing?”
“Worshiping your body with our little one.” If it wasn’t for your tiredness, you would have melted away on the spot.
“Baby it’s two o’clock in the morning.” Chris lifted his head propping it on your belly with puppy eyes. “Go to bed.” You told him as you caressed his cheek gently.
“But babe….” He whined.
“Nope, sleep.” Chris grumbled something that sounded like ‘yes mama’ before he got of your belly and laid his head on your chest but not without putting his hand on your baby belly.
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You really loved being pregnant but not being able to do the simplest things and there were those awfully annoying hormones.
You sat on the floor trying to put on your socks – your favourite pair of socks – but you couldn’t reach your feet.
“No!” A cry left your lips as you gave up, Chris who was in the living room heard you through the house and promptly stood up to check on you.
He climbed the stairs already hearing muffled cries through the bedroom door.
“Everything okay sweetheart?” He asked once opening the door, you sat there on the floor with Captain America socks in your hands while your eyes were filled with tears. “I’m fat and can’t even put on socks! Socks fucking socks! And they were my favourite, I was so excited to wear them.”
Chris eyes softened and he sat down next to you taking the socks from you he put the over your feet.
“There now you can wear them.” You sniffled as your husband spoke.
“And you are not fat, you are beautiful and glowing. You are going to bring life into this world, our little baby.” He stroked your tears away.
Your tears stopped and you tried to give Chris a hug, but your belly stopped you. Chris saw tears well up in your eyes again. “No, no, no I can hug you.” He proposed and didn’t waste any time in scooping closer to you and wrapping his arms around you.
“I’m so sensitive.” You began complaining Chris however shook his head. “No you’re lovely and I love every bit of it.” He promised.
A head cocked into the room that belonged to Dodger, he had heard you crying only that Chris told him to stay put, but now he had to look himself given that Chris didn’t came back. Dodger strutted into the room and sat down infront of you and Chris.
“Hey bubba.” Chris greeted him as he scratched his ears, Dodgers nudged your belly before putting his paw on the side of you stomache, suddenly he pulled his paw back you could see his confusen, knowing what caused it you giggled. “What?” Chris questioned you when Dodger put his paw down.
“Dodger just felt our baby kick.” You smiled at him with pure happiness, Chris eyes lit up at your statement. He put his hand on the exact same spot as Dodger and again the baby kicked.
Chris looked at your belly with adoration, you put your hand on his gripping it tightly. “That’s our baby Chris and your little sibling Dodger.”
Chris himself teared up now out of happiness, that was what he always wanted his own family.
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“Babe?” You called through the house in search for your beloved husband.
You had been cooking lunch when he suddenly vanished in fin air telling you he be back any minute.
“Babe!” Nothing.
Sighing you went looking for him and where did you find him? In the nursing room searching for something. “Babe watcha looking for?” You rised an eyebrow at him.
Chris seeming to have found what he was looking for turned around with a little white box in his hands with a red bow on the top, Chris gave you a cute smile before handing you the gift.
“Thank you.” You said amazed and took the gift from his hands. It was a white romper with a font printed on it: ‘I have the best Mama’ and to that there was a photo of a little child and his mother, your mouth fell open at the clothing it was the cutest thing you have ever seen.
“Aww Chris that is so cute.” You told him while walking up to him, you grasped his neck to pull him into kiss.
“I can’t wait for our little baby and you’re gonna be the best mama.” He mumbled against your lips.
He kissed you again when you felt something wet in your sweat pants. “Uh Chris?” “Yeah babe?” He whispered kissing down your neck.
“I think my water just broke…” Chris teared his eyes open. “Oh my god!”
𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙨 — [reminder the Kinktober taglist morphs with my normal one, there is a question at the top of the form, if you want off and only kinktober tell me!]
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kiwisomething · 13 days ago
Summary: it’s raining hard outside and there isn’t much to do except go back to bed.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Shy!Reader
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“Wow, I don’t think we’ll be going to the park, Bubbas,” Chris said looking out the window.
He looked to Logan who’s rocking the bed head look and looking out the window wide eyed as water falls from the sky. He kissed his son’s cheek.
“You’re still waking up, huh?” Chris said.
Logan looked at his shirtless dad who holds him against his chest. Chris smoothed Logan’s hair. It’s just like yours. Logan’s sporting the same innocent and sleepy look on his face that you have every morning.
“You’re just like your Mama. She’s all quiet in the morning, Loggie,” his dad said softly.
He perked up a bit hearing him say mama.
“Let’s go see Mommy,” Chris said.
He carried off his little one and headed off to the bedroom where he last left you. He pushed open the door to find you curled up under the covers.
“There she is,” your husband said. “There’s your mama.”
He head over to your bedside. You’re barely awake when you see your boys. Logan broke out into a big smile. You both reached out for each other. Chris chuckled and gave you your baby boy. You kissed his chubby cheeks and laid him on your chest. He snuggled up against you and grasped your drawstring of his dad’s hoodie that you’re wearing. You pulled the covers over your little one. Chris leaned over and kissed you. You smiled up at him all shyly.
“Morning, Sunshine,” Chris said.
“Hi,” you whispered holding the little man close.
Your husband climbed in beside you and got under the blankets. He snuggled up against your side and threw an arm over the two of you. He kissed your cheek. You turned and faced him.
“My two sleepyheads,” your husband said with his own tired yet happy smile.
A/n: comment if you can. Please & thank you!
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agentofbarnes · 5 months ago
Could you write about Chris smacking the readers ass constantly? Like, every time he sees her his brain is just like ‘gotta smack’. And if she’s sitting he makes her get up just so he can smack it? I just want Chris evans to smack my ass if you couldn’t tell
yeeees, I love this, so here is a headcanon for you!
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So, Chris definitely has a brain that just goes “gotta smack” anytime he gets the chance.
You know he has a thing for your ass and he just can’t keep his hands off of you.
You have been on the cover of the daily mail more times you can count with Chris’ smacking your ass while literally getting groceries or that one time you at the beach or at the Oscars the night you had won Best Leading Actress. That was a scandal in itself.
The world knew that Chris liked your ass, and he didn’t care. He liked staking his claim on that round backside of yours.
His favorite is when you wear those short, sporty shorts that made his dick hard because they ride up so perfectly that he can see the swell of your ass.
It’s worse when you wear those skimpy little shorts out in public, usually on a hot day at the dog park. He feels like everyone is looking at what belongs to him. But most of all, he can’t take his eyes off of you.
You bend over to rub Dodger’s ears at the dog park. He watched how your ass stuck up, the fabric tight against the swells of your cheeks. He can see the little tattoo peaking out under your shorts, a little cursive “C” you had gotten when you had surprised him with on your honeymoon.
You got out the portable water bowl for Dodger, pouring water into the little bowl so he could hydrate.
Chris can’t help the urge, not when he can see the little claim on your ass and not when you are so on display.
His large palm winds back, coming down the flesh of your cheek. The sharp sting makes you yelp, but it comes out more like a whine.
That was the worst part of the ass smacking, you were really into it. The sting went straight to your core every single time and when Chris found that out, it was over. You liked being spanked and Chris liked to spank you, you were the perfect match.
“Really?”You whined, gasping when his hands squeezed your ass.
“Stop bending over,”He replied, hands coming over your hips,”Your ass looks so good in these shorts, it’s driving me crazy.”
“Down, boy.”
“Down on my knees, whatever you want, bunny,”Chris teased, kissing your cheek from behind.
“You are surprisingly horny for a forty year old man,”You quipped back.
“Yeah, well, my girlfriend has the hottest ass I’ve ever seen,”Chris smirked, tilting your face to mold his lips over yours. You already knew you were gonna end up all over Twitter, might as well make the best of it.
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d0jascatt · a month ago
𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 (𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳)
description: you have baby fever
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You were simply scrolling through tiktok while waiting for the drying machine to finish drying your clothes.
The past 10 videos you scrolled by ranged from viral dances, story times and a couple life hacks you saved to your favorites to use for later.
But now you’ve lost count of how many times you found yourself replaying one video. A chubby faced baby girl attempted to stuff her face with fruits. Followed by her little giggles while her mother playfully scolded her for making a mess of her breakfast.
Without any thought you shared the video with chris hoping this would be the hint of the day that you REALLYY wanted him to give you a chubby faced little baby.
Over this past month you have been attempting almost everything to very subtlety tell Chris that you were ready to have babies but at this point you don’t think he’s got the hint.
You couldn’t really blame him though with all his upcoming projects his mind has been really scrambled. At times you have to calm him before he got to into his head and started pacing around the house.
Chris has mentioned his dream to have a family many times although with his busy schedule you fear he might want to put it off a little longer.
Your thoughts are interrupted as the drying machine beeps signaling that your load of clothes are done.
You sigh before sliding your phone into the back pocket of your shorts. Grabbing the laundry basket you slowly move the freshly dried clothes into the basket knowing folding is next which is your least favorite part.
You have officially folded your last piece of laundry. It only took you about an hour to fold not counting that 20 minute break you had scrolling through baby videos.
You truely are over this baby fever.
So that is why you have decided to mention it to Chris once he comes home from a meeting with some movie director.
Getting up your plan was to get this nicely folded laundry put away. And maybe make a nice lunch to bring up the topic.
But now that can’t happen since Chris is now walking through the door so why not just rip the bandaid off now?!
You didn’t realize that you’ve spaced out until Chris places his hands onto your hips pulling you against his chest. “You alright babe?” He asks placing a chaste kiss onto your lips.
“Yes I was just thinking ” you smiled against his lips cupping his jaw with one of your hands. “About what?” He whispers.
“Having a baby” You let your eyes flutter closed for a second before opening them back up. And Chris is looking back at you with this adoration you can’t describe.
“Oh so you got my text?” He laughs. Wait what is he talking about? “What do you mean?” Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion. You feel Chris’s wide hands travel down to cup your ass before he slips your phone out of your pocket handing it over to you.
You grin before opening your message app on your phone seeing his reply to the tiktok you sent him earlier of the baby. “ 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗜’𝗺 𝗽𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.” You read out loud with a laugh.
“What can I say that video was cute as heck and I kept picturing a little one of us just like them.” He says while placing kisses along your collarbone
“Really you wanna have a baby now no jokes?” You breath out having trouble letting out your words due to the attack that’s now traveling to your neck.
“You know I’ve wanted a family for so long y/n what do you mean?” He asks pulling away for a second. You shrug “I’ve just thought you would of wanted to wait a little longer due to your schedule picking back up again I didn’t want to interfere with the plans.” You smile weakly.
“Are you kidding me baby? I would put the world on pause if you asked me to” He declares all while giving your backside smooth rubs.
The smile that spreads the both of your faces is something you and chris see everyday but it will never get old. You stand on you tip toes as you pull him into a deep kiss, hands hooked behind his neck.
After a couple of minutes you pull away a giggle falls between your lips before you say “so I guess we’re having a baby?”.
The breath from you body is whipped out of you as you are thrown over Chris’s shoulder “Damn right we are now let’s go make it happen baby.” He says before giving your bottom a loud smack.
Yea you’re definitely getting pregnant tonight.
a/n: sorry if this is bad maybe send requests? PS: sorry for any grammar mistakes I’ll admit I’m not the best at that .
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you-taste-so-sweet · 3 months ago
First time after having a baby
Some fluff and smut to start off your weekend right!
As usual, any mistakes are mine and mine only.
Warnings: contains smut
“And she’s down…” Chris says as he enters the kitchen carrying an empty baby milk bottle. “We might be able to actually eat lunch together?” He smiles as he walks around the kitchen island where you are plating your food. He stands behind you and wraps his arms around you burying his face in your hair.
“Baby, I smell….” Just before Chris took over, your BooBoo as Chris tends to call her, decided that throwing up on her mommy’s t-shirt was a great idea and when it came to deciding on priorities, getting food won over changing into some clean clothes.
“It doesn’t matter.” He mutters. “I just want to hold you for a bit.”
You smile to yourself and relax in his arms. Your life together has been turned upside down by the new addition. It’s amazing how this tiny human managed to take over your world completely. You love being parents even though your sleeping schedules are all over the place, and Chris? Your little girl has her daddy wrapped around her tiny finger. He still has to fulfil some work commitments but least he can do it from home. With all this happening, moments like this between you two have become very rare.
You turn around to face Chris and wrap your arms around his waist while you lean your head on his chest. You don’t know how long you’re stood like this, but if feels good to enjoy this moment of peace and quiet together.
“Come on, Mama. You need to eat.” Chris rubs your back and leads you to the dining table. As you sit down he grabs both your plates and you eat together for the first time in what feels like forever.
The next morning you wake up startled. The sun is already rising and you panic- somehow you didn’t hear the baby waking up for her usual 4am feeding. You scramble out of bed and check the crib only to find it empty.
“Chris?” You can hear the tv in the living room and slowly walk down the corridor. Chris is sat on the couch with your daughter lying peacefully on his chest.
“And that BooBoo, is Tom Brady. The best quarterback in the history…”
“What are you two doing?” You join them in the living room.
“Introducing my little girl to the world of American football. It’s never too early.” He looks so happy it makes your heart swell looking at the both of them.
“Thank you for getting up to feed her.” You give your husband a quick kiss and sit next to him.
“Honey… you don’t have to thank me for that, you know? It’s my baby, too. Of course I will get up and feed her.”
You sigh. You’ve hit a jackpot with this man. You lean on his shoulder to see your daughter yawning and slowly drifting back to sleep.
“I don’t think football peaked her interest, daddy.” You chuckle.
“Oh, just give her time.”
“I really want to go back to sleep.” You mumble as you get more and more comfortable.
“Speaking of that… how do you feel about my mum being a baby sitter this morning? She is free today and can look after BooBoo until dinner time while we catch up on some sleep.”
You look up at Chris and the fear of being away from your baby girl for so many hours must be clearly visible on your face.
“She’ll be fine… my mum raised four of her own children and helped with three grandchildren…”
“It’s not that I don’t trust your mom, Chris but BooBoo hasn’t been away from us for so long before…” You look at your baby now sleeping peacefully, her long eyelashes reaching almost to her chubby cheeks.
“We don’t have to do it, baby. It was just an idea…”
“It’s a very good and thoughtful idea… we both need some sleep. And a long shower, hot shower… without any interruptions.”
“Or I could run you a bath….” Chris looks at you wriggling his eyebrows.
“Fine. Call your mom.” You give up. You need a hot scented bath and you need some sleep. Chris’s mum lives 10 minutes away, you can handle those few hours. You’ll be sleeping anyway.
“Don’t be mad…”
“She’s on her way, isn’t she…?”
“Come on, you can say it…” The water sloshes around you as Chris gets comfortable in the bathtub opposite you.
“Husband, you’re a genius…” You smile with your eyes still closed. Chris grabs your left foot and starts massaging it and you can’t stop a little moan escaping your lips. “… for many, many reasons.”
You both soak in the bathtub until the water starts getting cold. Chris insists on washing your hair and you start to fall asleep while he slowly massages your scalp. He finishes up, helps you out of the tub and just seconds later you are in your bed. You are only half conscious when Chris draws the curtains closed and joins you under the covers. His arm wrapping around your waist is the last thing you feel as sleep takes over you completely.
When you open your eyes you feel more rested than you have in weeks. Crazy what few hours of uninterrupted sleep can do to a person. You look at Chris’s side of the bed and sigh. He is still asleep, his hair is messy is sticks out in all directions as usual, and he’s kicked the covers to one side. You ogle his body for a little bit before slowly reaching for the covers.
“Hey…” Chris grumbles rubbing his eyes.
“Did I wake you? I’m sorry…”
“You didn’t…” He wraps his arm around you and pulls you next to him. “Did you sleep well?”
“Like a baby… but not like your baby. Because our baby…”
“… our baby doesn’t sleep.” He finishes for you and you both start laughing.
“Thank you for arranging this… we really needed that.” You smile at your husband and stretch your neck to reach his lips. You kiss him delicately at first but soon his scent overpowers your senses and in the matter of seconds it turns heated. He pushes you on your back and wraps your leg around his waist. God, you’ve missed him and judging from the hardness you feel on the inside of your thigh, he’s missed you too.
“We need to stop…” He abruptly stops kissing you and shakes his head.
“Isn’t it too early…?” He looks at you concerned.
“I got a green light from the doctor last week, I say we’ve waited long enough.” You take his face between your hands and pulls him back to you to join your lips with his again.
“But you will tell me if we need to stop, ok?”
“Yes, honey…” You smile.
That’s all it takes to convince him and it’s been so long that your hands instantly start greedily roam over his body. You want to touch him everywhere at the same time. Chris makes sure to prepare you, he is delicate and refuses to start anything until you’re dripping wet.
He kneels between your spread legs and enters you slowly but it’s still a bit painful. He stops as soon as he sees the first sight of discomfort on your face.
“Chris, I’ll be fine…” You grab his arms and pulls him back to you.
“Honey, we don’t have to…”
“I’m ok, the doctor said it might hurt at first.” You try to reason with him but he still doesn’t look convinced.
“I need you…” You almost whine with need. “Do you want me to beg? You like it when I beg.” You give him a cheeky smile.
“Woman… you will be the death of me.” He shakes his head with a quiet chuckle. He turns on the bed and pulls you on top. “It might be easier this way?”
You shut his mouth with another deep kiss and let your hands roam around his arms and chest until you feel the nervous tension slowly leave his body. You reach one hand behind you and line his hardness at your entrance again. You start slowly sinking down his length, inch by inch. Once he is finally inside you, Chris groans loudly and grabs your hips in both his hands. You slowly rock your hips and you shiver at the pleasure surging through you, the pain slowly drifting away with every move.
“Are you ok?” Chris pants, his eyes never leaving your face, looking for any sign of pain.
“More than ok….” You let out a loud moan as you start to swivel your hips and feel Chris’s fingers squeeze your hips harder.
You place your hands on both sides of his head for support as you lean down to kiss him.
“You can move… I promise I’m fine.” You pant against his lips as he starts to thrust his hips from below.
“Oh Chris, just like that…” You lean your forehead against his and let him take control now. “I’m close… baby, I’m gonna come…” You whisper against his parted lips.
It only takes few more thrusts for you to come undone and to Chris follow you shortly after. He wraps both arms around your waist and groans as he comes inside you. You stay like this, wrapped in each other arms and wait for your breathing to go back to normal.
“I’ve missed this… I’ve missed us.” You finally say while combing your fingers through his hair.
“Me too, baby.”
After a quick shower (you both needed it) you’re both dressed finishing your quick and easy dinner when you hear the front door open.
“We’re here!” You can hear your mother in law’s voice.
You immediately sprint out of the kitchen and down the corridor where Lisa waits with your baby girl.
“My baby is home!” You give Lisa a hug and reach to the carrier to get your daughter. She is awake, her eyes curiously looking around her surroundings.
“Mummy missed you so much!” You kiss her tiny cheek and hug her to your chest.
Chris appears in the corridor and you both thank Lisa for her help, chuckling slightly when she says you both look well rested.
“We slept for hours.” Chris says.
“Hours and hours.” You add with a smile.
“I’m glad you had some rest! You both looked like you needed it!” She smiles at you both. “And Booboo loves spending time with grandma.”
While Chris walks his mom to her car, you take your little girl upstairs. Chris joins you shortly after and stands in the doorway watching you both.
“What’s up, daddy?”
“Grandma offered to look after Booboo again next week…”
“Oh, she did?” You chuckle.
“She was more than happy to help, actually.” He shrugs and enters the bedroom while you put Booboo in her crib.
“You want to get laid again. Just admit it.”
“With our baby’s sleeping patterns we’ll be lucky to squeeze in a quickie somewhere… of course I want to get laid.” He stands next you at the crib.
“But we will get some sleep, too!”
“Sure… we can nap in between.” Chris leans down and bites your neck playfully.
“That’s next week, but… you’ve mentioned quickies?”
“Our baby is asleep…” You point at the crib and wiggle your eyebrows…
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farfromtommy · 26 days ago
Can I get a Chris Evans fake social media where you take you kids on vacation to like Hawaii please
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chrisevans I'm just happy Scott came with us so we aren't outnumbered. 3 adults and 3 kids shouldn't be too difficult... right?
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y/nevans The three of us couldn't even handle a vacation with one kid, I don't think we'll make it out of this one alive.
scottevansgram @y/n rip us
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y/nevans I don't know why they don't get along like this at home. Must be something about the air here that makes them love each other, guess we're moving to the island.
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chrisevans they're perfect angels until it's bedtime or time to get out of the water. they get it from you.
lisamevans33 I'm afraid that's ALL you, my boy...
y/nevans I got mama evans is on my side 😊🙏
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y/nevans Uncle Scott volunteered to watch the kids for the morning while mom and dad got some much needed alone time on this incredible hiking trail. Thank you Scott, this is why you're my favorite Evans brother. 💖
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scottevansgram "volunteered"
chrisevans @scottevansgram we asked you politely and you gave in after 10 minutes, you volunteered 😉
a/n: i loved this so much lol please send in more concepts and ideas I love making these so much
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time-for-a-lullaby · a month ago
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Very Pregnant, Very Proud
Chris Evans x Pregnant!Reader
Summary: (anon. request) You attend the Avengers Age of Ultron premiere with Chris 8 months pregnant. Chris, of course, takes amazing care of you and you wake up to a sweet article about the two of you.
Warnings: Fluff, pregnancy, language, if I miss anything, please let me know :) 
A/N: Okay, I know I say this a lot but I’m really not sure how I feel about this one.. sorry if I botched it!
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You shifted uncomfortably on your feet, maintaining your smile as cameras flashed in your direction, your feet and back aching like no other. Why did you wear heels? 
“You okay?” Chris rubbed your very round belly a little, looking over at you. Your doctor didn’t really want you attending the premiere tonight, your induction day only 3 weeks away, but you just couldn’t miss it. He was so excited about this movie and you wanted to be here to support him.
You nodded, smiling at him, “Yeah, my feet hurt, that’s all. My cankles are having a hard time keeping up tonight,” you chuckled, shifting your weight to your right foot, hoping that alternating feet would help. 
Chris knelt down, cameras flashing like crazy, “Here.”
“What are you doing?” You looked down, grabbing onto his shoulder to steady yourself. 
“Taking your shoes off. Lift up, come on,” he pulled at the stiletto on your right leg, “Come on,” he grabbed your calf, lifting a little.
You felt your face heat up, letting out a nervous laugh as everyone around you continued taking pictures, “Chris, it’s okay.” 
He shook his head, “No, your feet hurt, you need to be comfortable.” He reached over, pulling at your left leg, sliding the heel off.
You sighed, smiling at him as he stood, “Thank you, baby.” 
“Better?” He kissed your temple, snaking a hand around your waist, the other holding your heels. 
Before you could respond, Robert made his way over, “There she is!” He extended his arms, wrapping you in a hug, “How are you? God, you look amazing! You’re actually glowing.” 
You smiled, returning the hug, “Oh, thank you. That means a lot, how’s it going with you guys?” You glanced around, “Where’s Sue?” 
He pointed over to where she stood, under an awning fanning herself, “She needed a break from the heat.” 
“Phew, yeah,” You were glad you went with a black dress because if you’d gone with the grey one you’d originally picked out, the sweat would’ve soaked through, “I get that, it’s pretty toasty.” 
Both him and Chris sprung into action, “Hold on, I’ll get you a fan,” Robert stepped to the side, flagging someone down while Chris turned to his assistant, “I’ll get you some water.” 
You held up your hands, “Whoa, guys. It’s okay. I’m okay, I promise! Just a little sweaty, promise,” you chuckled, “I’ll grab some water when we get into the A/C. I’m fine.” 
Robert raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure?” 
“100%, I promise,” you nodded, smiling. It was adorable how much everyone cared. Just last week, you’d visited Chris on the set of Civil War and as soon as you arrived, everyone was at your beck and call. Chairs, drinks, snacks, a golf cart to get you from place to place, it was cute. It truly felt like a family every time you got together. 
“Okay, well, if you need anything at all, just holler,” Robert smiled, kissing your cheek and shaking Chris’s hand before walking over to Susan. 
You posed for another 15 minutes or so, Chris’s hand lingering on your belly the entire time, he even earned a chorus of awes from the crowd when he bent, placing a gentle kiss on your belly. Originally, he’d tried to convince you to stay home, but this was going to be your last hurrah until your little girl arrived in a few weeks and you couldn’t. Chris has been amazing this entire pregnancy, super attentive, caring, and not to mention, protective. Everything you wanted or needed, he made sure you had. You had to make sure you were here to support him at this premiere. It felt like the least you could do. 
When you got to the press line, you let go of Chris’s arm to walk away.
“Uh, what’re you doing?” 
You furrowed your brows, “What do you mean? I always leave during interviews… I always go stand with Sue or Elsa.. the other wives and girlfriends?” 
He shook his head, “Absolutely not, what if your water breaks?” 
“Then I’ll be 10 feet away and can say ‘Oh, Chris, I think my water just broke!’ and you’ll hear me because we’re not even that far away,” You smiled, cupping his chin, “It’s okay, I’ll just be right over there,” You turned slightly, pointing to where Elsa stood. 
“Nope, you’re coming with me,” he kissed your forehead, leading you towards the press line, “Can’t risk it.” 
You shook your head as you approached the first reporter, Chris’s hand immediately finding your belly when you stopped walking. 
“Ah! Chris and Y/N. Thank you so much for coming over. I’m Lisa representing ET. How’s it going tonight? I noticed you’re going barefoot, Y/N. How far along are you now?” She chuckled, holding the mic in front of you. 
“Oh yeah,” you looked down at your feet, letting out a small laugh, “My cankles just can’t hang tonight! I’m 36 weeks, so we’re really gettin’ to the tail end here. It’s kind of crazy!” 
‘Well, props to you for being here tonight!”
You smiled, looking over at Chris, “I might be very pregnant, but I’m very proud of this man and I wanted to be here to show it.” 
Chris looked over at you, complete and utter adoration written across his face, “You’re amazing, you know that?” He looked back at Lisa, “I mean, it’s insane.  I love and admire her for a lot of different reasons, but I’ve just been in complete awe of her strength these past 8 months. She’s beautiful and so powerful, it’s amazing.” 
For the second time tonight, your cheeks burned, “Oh, shush,” you shook your head, “Thank you.” 
“Wow, you guys are just the cutest!” Her hand flew over her heart. She asked Chris a few questions about the movie, you tuning them out and taking a deep breath as a Braxton Hicks contraction tightened your belly . You’d been experiencing them for the past couple of weeks, they were more annoying than anything, just slightly distracting. Luckily the reporter didn’t notice the shift in your demeanor, but of course, Chris did. 
“I’m sorry, we gotta run, but thank you for your time!” He smiled, leading you away, “Are you okay?” 
“Honey, yes. I promise, it was just another Braxton Hicks.”
You shook your head, “Nope, just tightening. Not an actual contraction, promise.”
He let out a sigh of relief, “Okay, just a couple more interviews and then we get you off of your feet.” 
“Honey, I promise, I’m okay. I’ll let you know if it gets to be too much,” you smiled, straightening his tie. 
He rolled his eyes, “No you won’t.”
“Okay, but I will this time, I promise,” you chuckled, “Come on, a couple of more interviews and we can go inside,” you repeated, ushering him back towards the press line. 
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The next morning, you made yourself a cup of coffee, plopping down on the couch.
 Chris wandered into the living room, sitting on the ottoman you were using as a footstool and taking one of your feet in his hand, gently massaging, “How do you feel this morning?” 
You smiled, taking a sip of coffee, “Pretty good, I was gonna say like I did an intense workout, but rolling over in bed classifies as that these days.” 
He chuckled, working at the ball of your foot, “Did you see that article published by ET?” 
“Mmm, no,” you sighed, relaxing back into the couch cushion, “This is great, I think I should get one of these everyday,” you winked, pulling out your phone. 
“Hey, all you have to do is ask,” he insisted. And you knew that was true, that’s why you didn’t ask. He’s already doing more than enough. “I haven’t read it, but Robert said it was nice.” 
You pulled up the ET article, smiling at the headline,  “It’s headlined, ‘Very Pregnant, Very Proud’,” you cleared your throat, “Nothing makes Chris Evans melt like his pregnant wife, Y/N. At last night's premiere of Avengers: Age of Ultron, the movie star kept his hand secured on her belly, gushing all night about how proud he was of his wife of 3 years and how excited they were to be parents. We even snagged this cute pic of Chris helping Y/N out of her heels halfway through the night, which he happily carried until they went home.’ blah blah, boring stuff about the movie--”
“Hey, now!” He interrupted, shaking his head.
You laughed, “Kidding! ‘We wish nothing but love to the Evans family as they welcome their first baby to the world.’ Aw, that was sweet. We should send her flowers.” 
He smiled, “I’ll take care of it Monday.”
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youlightmeupfinn · a month ago
Surprise 》 Chris Evans x Reader
request: Drabble challenge? 1 11 12 14? Idk it could be cute and sexy at the same time to me? (@aspiefangirlsrule)
a/n: ooooo! this turned out pretty cute. kinda all over the place (cause it's me writing, hahah, but I made it about Chris! ❤️)
summary: It's the night of RDJ's Halloween Party and you finally tell Chris the big news.
Drabble Prompts: #1. “The skirt is supposed to be this short.” #11. “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass. #12. “I’m pregnant.” #14. “Take. It. Off.” link to prompt list
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“Look at us! We make the cutest nurse and doctor!” You smiled at your husband. Chris stared down at you, noting the outfit you wore, the skirt a bit too short for his liking, but so long as he was beside you at the party tonight, no one could try anything. You noticed his looks, eyeing him up and down with your hands resting on your hips.
“What? I know you want to say something.” You giggled. Chris sighed.
“Is the skirt really… y’know…” He waved a hand in your direction. Scoffing, you turned your head to gaze down at it.
“The skirt is supposed to be this short.” You told him with a chuckle. Chris nodded, wrapping his hand around your waist. He pressed his lips against your cheek as the two of you made your way to his waiting car. RDJ was hosting a Halloween party this year and of course, you were going. It would be shameful if you didn’t show up.
But what you failed to mention to your sweet husband, was the fact you were pregnant. You had found out a few days ago but was trying desperately to figure out a way to tell him. You thought about releasing the news tonight, yet you were slightly hesitant with it being Halloween and all.
Once you arrived at the party, Robert had announced he was having a haunted house. You weren’t one for scary things, but Chris was all for it.
“You will piss yourself, Chris, no!” You laughed. He shrugged his shoulders with a coy smirk.
“If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.” He winked, squeezing your bottom in his hands.
The night unfolded and as the party carried forward, you were sipping on the juice you had, unable to down any of the alcoholic goodies since you were now carrying a small human being. You watched as Chris kept it to one. He noticed you weren’t drinking and it made him wary, you never passed up the opportunity to drink at one of RDJ’s bashes.
“Is everything okay?” Chris asked you later on once you two were dancing. The party was a complete success. Tom Holland, Chris Hemsworth, his wife, Elsa, Tom Hiddleston, Mark Ruffalo, every cast member in the MCU that affiliated with Robert in some shape or form was there. Chris had pulled you off the side to talk to you when he noticed your face turning pale. You were feeling nauseous. Morning sickness? More like all-day sickness. And this was just the beginning.
You nodded, rubbing your face. “I’m okay… I know this is lame of me to ask, but do you think we could head home a bit early?”
You had to tell him. There was no denying it.
Chris immediately obeyed your wishes, letting everyone know you were headed out early. And on the car ride home, the queasiness soon subsided, giving you a breath of relief. Chris gazed over at you, his hand intertwined with yours.
“What’s going on, baby?” He called out to you.
Inhaling sharply, you decided to just blurt it out.
“I’m pregnant.”
Chris’ blue eyes were wide. “W-What?” He stammered, pulling into the driveway. “Are you serious?!” He exclaimed with a huge smile. You nodded, giggling silently.
“I found out three days ago…” You trailed, watching as he pushed himself out of the car and rushed over to your side. Jerking your door open, Chris immediately reached into the passenger’s seat and scooped you up, rushing you inside once he unlocked the door. You squealed as he raced you to your shared bedroom. Laying you flat on your back, he hovered above you, his hand rested on your now flat stomach that would soon bulge outward in the next few months.
“We’re having a baby?” He asked you, kissing you softly. With tears running down your face, you nodded your head.
Chris kissed you hard once more, carefully unbuttoning the front of your costume.
“Chris?” You giggled, his voice deep in your ear.
“Take. It. Off.” He muttered, his lips pressing against your neck. “This calls for celebration.”
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bluemusickid · 3 months ago
hugging chris from behind while standing with you’re eyes closed whilst he talk to somebody 😩.. one shot with please!
I'm gonna make this an HC coz my mind is throwing ideas at me w/o giving me time to form proper sentences.😬😅
Pairing || Chris Evans x Fem!Reader
Warnings || none really, some fluff, cute moments, 18+, minors dni
He's been back from a shoot and it's been quite some time since he'd been away from you for this long
You both had been in a little bubble of your own before he left for a shoot, so it was kinda nice to regroup and pick up where you left off
The first two days were spent in bed, with the both of you exploring each other like it had been your first time together,
You were like lovesick little puppies around each other, giggly and shy, even after being together for almost 5 years
You missed him even when he went for a grocery run or for some meetings, the memories of his searing kisses and his scorching touch keeping you company while he was gone
He truly pampered you; made you breakfast in bed, snuggled with you till it was time for work
When you came back home, he'd always make you coffee and some food, asking about your day and keeping you in splits with tales from his shoots
At night, he would cuddle up, leaving soft kisses on your cheeks, your forehead, your hair, till you fell asleep, his heartbeat a calming presence, lulling you to sleep.
You think about your life with him, how far you've both come, with a smile. In some way, he really is your soulmate, although you wouldn't say it out loud to him. Not just yet.
You walked to your bedroom, wanting to see him, to feel him, to be with him.
Entering your bedroom, you saw him on the phone, balanced in the crook of his neck, as he was rummaging about the cupboard.
You couldn't help yourself. Walking upto him, you wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek against his back.
He stopped talking for a moment, telling the person on the other end of the line to call him back.
He held onto your arms before slowly turning around, his eyebrow raised in amused confusion.
"Everything ok, sweetheart? He murmured, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
You smiled and nodded, stepping into his arms again, embracing him with all your might; as if he would disappear if you let go
After a beat, he wrapped his arms around you as well, resting his cheek on your head, sighing in content. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent, the faint smell of apples a familiar one, almost like home.
You could feel his heartbeat, even under his thick cardigan. It was calming, acting as a balm for you. You honestly could spend the rest of your time in his arms; his strong, capable arms cocooning you in his warmth.
He walked you over to the bed, beckoning you to lay down. Laying down next to you, he turned to face you, softly kissing your lips.
You deepened the kiss, enjoying the feel of his soft hair running through your fingers
The kisses were sweet and short; but even then, didn't lack any passion. These weren't the lustful kisses you were used to and quite honestly, craved; they were sweet and loving and tender.
They showed you the softer side of Christopher.
A few kisses later, he settled in next to you, switching on the TV. Curled up next to him, you watched the movie, enjoying the ambience of the moment; the snowfall outside in juxtaposition to the warmth in the room.
There would never be a more perfect moment with your husband, and you planned on cherishing this feel of domestic bliss to it's fullest.
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starry-eyed-romantics · a month ago
Little Miss Scatterbrain
Chris Evans x female reader
Warnings: fluff, fluff and fluff
Summary: you’re late for work. Before leaving, Chris asks whether you've forgotten something
Word count: 814 words
A/N: again, this is a really short fic I apologise🙃
You didn't know what time it was. It was the sounds of the birds chirping that woke you. Without opening your eyes, you stretched your arms out, tangling them in between the sheets of the soft mattress before letting out a relieved groan.
"Good morning," you heard someone say in a husky morning voice. As you turned to your left, you saw Chris lying next to you. A soft smile appeared on his face when you stared at him, weary-eyed and bare-faced.
You couldn't help but smile back. Chris always looked so good in the morning. "Were you watching me sleep?" you asked, and to that, he nodded. His gesture made you let out a low chuckle before lifting your head to place a chaste kiss on his lips.
"You're so creepy," you said, making him grin. Chris then pulled you closer into his arms and buried his face in the crook of your neck. He let out a sigh, and you could feel his hot breath fanning you. "You always smell so good," he remarked, voice muffled in your neck.
At that comment, you smiled to yourself and wrapped your fingers around the back of his neck, fingertips brushing against his soft hair.
Just as you were about to doze off, the clock on the bedside table appeared in the corner of your eye. It was 10.30 in the morning, and you were late for work.
Your eyes widened in surprise. "Shit," you hissed, cursing under your breath, "I'm late for work."
And without warning, you slipped your arms off of Chris hastily, making his head bounce off. You immediately felt bad as soon as he let out a disgruntled whine, but continued to shuffle your way out of bed.
As you hurriedly padded down the hallway, you began to strip off your clothes before slipping into the bathroom. You almost slipped on the tile; a small gasp left your lips.
After showering, you wrapped the towel around your body before exiting the bathroom and going back into the room to change. The bed was empty and already made, indicating that Chris had already gone downstairs. The sight of the already-made bed made you smile to yourself.
The moment you were all dressed up, you raced down the stairs as fast as you could, instantly smelling the aroma of freshly brewed coffee waiting for you in the kitchen.
Chris was standing behind the counter, helping himself to a mug. He was facing the opposite side, so he couldn't see you silently sneaking up behind him. Then, you tickled him in the ribs, taking the mug from his hand.
"Thank you," you said as you took a sip of his coffee, an innocent look appearing on your face. Once you let Chris go, he lunged towards you and started tickling you in return. "That's what you get, baby," he added playfully.
You couldn't stop laughing, and Chris seemed to be amused by all of it. "OK, OK, I'm sorry!" you said in between heavy breaths. Then, after Chris stopped, you turned around to look at him, his hands wrapped around your waist. A slight smirk danced along his lips as the two of you gazed into each other's eyes.
It was like you could read his mind. So, before he could do anything stupid, you pulled his arms off of you, making him groan in annoyance. "I gotta go now, bye. Love you," you said, not letting him speak. It was cruel, but you weren't going to let him make you arrive later than you already were.
As you approached the door and was about to leave, he called after you. "You forget something?" He asked, eyebrows raised. Jeez, what now?
You stopped in your tracks to look at him, confused. And then, when you thought you realised what he was indicating, you rolled your eyes and walked towards him. His expression softened as you gripped the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you.
You pressed a kiss on Chris's lips and pulled away, ruffling his hair up with your hands. A sheepish smile couldn't help but spread across his face. Then, a chuckle left his body, confusing you. What was so funny?
"I was talking about this, but thanks," he said, smirking and revealing a pair of keys jangled up in his hands. It was your car keys. Right...How could you have forgotten?
With crossed arms, you let out an amused laugh. "Thanks," you said, shaking your head and finally reaching up to take the keys from him.
But of course, with Chris being Chris, he wasn't going to let you off so quickly. So instead of handing the keys over to you, he pulled you in by your sleeve, in for another kiss. This time, more passionate.
And from the looks of it, work was going to have to wait.
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sstan-hoe · a month ago
𝐵𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑘 — 𝐴𝑛𝑑𝑦 𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑒𝑟
𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 — Andy Barber x Fem!reader
𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 — SMUT, breeding kink, unprotected sex, kinda mama kink if that exists, slight praise kink
𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 — two days Andy gosh, so until we finally reach someone again that I've never written for before its gonna be a few days. reblog and comment! *not my gif. this is an au were Jacob died and lauri lived
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Something you always wanted was a little family of your own. It always seemed unreachable until you met Andy Barber.
With Andy it appeared as if your dream could become reality at least you thought this, but after dating for a year Andy told you about his past. His son died one year before you met killed by his own mother who was in a psychiatry under special treatment by now.
Feeling bad for him you comforted him in any way you could. With all the information you gathered, you decided to push your dream further away so you wouldn’t put him under pressure.
Now after another three years you moved in with Andy and were engaged. Andy was happy to have you, you helped him through a hard time in his life.
However he never before thought about having another child let alone get married, but here he was engaged. All over in Andy’s eyes having a child was a bigger step then marriage.
As you laid on Andy’s chest in your shared bed while the rain lightly hammered against the glass of the window. The roofs of the cars danced with spray and clear you could hear the murmuring of the rain through the window.
Your head laid comfortably on Andy’s naked chest as his arms closed around your middle. You were dressed in one of his flannels.
“Andy?” You whispered while you fingertip danced on his chest. “Yes sweetheart?”
You paused for a moment. “Have-have you ever thought about having another kid? Like with me?” Too shy to meet his eyes you stared out the window watching the rain.
Andy’s eyes slightly widened. If he was to be honest, he did think about it once or twice. Having a child with you meant everything to Andy, he may wasn’t completely over Jacob – and never fully could – but he knew that he had to move on and maybe that little child could be his second chance in life with you.
“No wait let me uh re-phrase that; do you think you want kids again?” You stopped him before he could say something, being to afraid he would say ‘no’.
“I did… I don’t know if I’m ready yet, but we could maybe try and when it happens it happens.” Andy said slowly, he wasn’t sure how to answer you however one thing had to be brought over: He wanted a child with you.
“You want a baby with me?” It was the first time you looked up him only to see Andy already gazing at you. This was all you ever dreamed about, having a family.
“Yeah sweetheart, I want a baby with you.” He whispered against your soft lips before he slide his lips over yours. Your eyes flattered close whilst Andy sealed his promise with a loving kiss.
His hand rested on your hip as he pulled you on top of him. “Gonna make you a mama.” Andy breathed out breaking the kiss catching for air.
“Andy,” you let out with a shaking voice, shivers running down your spine by his choice of words.
Your hips start rocking over the bulge in his pants trying to create some fraction between your legs.
“I’m gonna give you what you need mama, gonna breed you with our baby.” He told you.
His hands fell to your thighs. You lifted your hips, allowing him to snap your red lace panties and throw them near the bathroom door. Trying to assist him you began unbuttoning Andy’s flannel. Andy being too impatient ripped the flannel open causing the buttons to flow around the bedroom.
Andy enjoyed the sight in front of him, you naked on top of him being greedy for his cock. Your hands moved down to his boxers freeing his cock. You lifted yourself on his penis slowly sinking down on him leading to a moan leave your lips.
“Gonna let me fuck a baby into you, sweetheart? Make you a mama?” He asked you and bucked his hips up into you.
You desperatly nodded your head as your eyes closed in pleasure. “God yes!” Andy’s hands came back up to your hips gently massaging the flesh before he had locked you underneath him. A gasp in surprise left your mouth. Starting with harder, deeper strokes he worked you up.
Andy felt you clenching your spongy walls around him. “Want your baby, Andy.” You bit out sporting him on to go faster. His fingers moved to your clit rubbing it.
“Fuck, you’re close? Can feel the way that tight little pussy is squeezin’ my cock.” Andy growled against the shell of your ear. “You’re gonna cum, and then I will fill you up with my seed. Make you all full an’ round with my baby.”
Like an elastic band in your belly stretches until it can’t do anything but snap your orgasm hits you in uncontrollably waves of pleasure. “Look so pretty when you cum mama.” Andy told you with heart eyes.
“Come in me my love, fill me up with your baby.” You said as you caressed his warm cheek, oh how much you loved him. Andy didn’t hesitate to paint your walls with his white seed.
Andy collapsed on top of you slowly turning to the side.
“I definitely made ya pregnant.” Andy said proud with a grin on his face.
𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑠 —
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kiwisomething · 2 months ago
Summary: it’s just you and your boys going to a lake house.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Shy!Reader
Warning: mentions of sex and sucking tits.
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You looked over at your husband. His eyes are on the road ahead. One hand is on the wheel while the other has a hold of your thigh.
“What’s got you looking at me?” Chris asked.
“You’re pretty,” you said feeling your cheeks heat up.
He broke out into a grin and a small chuckle.
“Well, you’re a lot prettier, Honey,” he said glancing at you. “Even prettier than the view we got on the drive.”
He grabbed your left hand only for you to bury the side of your face into the seat and cover what’s left with your right hand. Your husband chuckled and brought your left hand to his lips. He kissed the back of your hand.
“Ya know, you can’t hide your face if you wanna look at my pretty face, Honey,” Chris said.
You just tried to hide more making him chuckle. You get flustered easily especially with him. He squeezed your hand and looked at the road.
“Stop it, Dodger,” you said letting go of Chris’s hand.
Chris glanced over to see you pushing Dodger away as he’s trying to lick you. He smiled. You stopped hiding.
“How’s the little Bubba doing?” Chris asked.
You pushed away the dog and looked over and into the baby carrier which is behind Chris’s seat. You reached out and touched the top of your son’s head. You brushed your fingers over the soft little hairs on his head.
“I think he’s asleep,” you said softly and you retracted your hand.
“That’s good,” Chris said. “His cranky ass will wake up in an hour or two.”
“He’s not that cranky,” you said.
“He’s never cranky for you because our son is a mama’s boy,” Chris said. “With me, he’s very cranky that I don’t have tits.”
You reached out and touched his pec. He sighed placing his hand over your hand.
“You do have tits,” you said. “Bigger than most.”
“Yeah but mine don’t feed him,” Chris said.
“It’s a good thing that yours don’t produce milk or the fan girls would try suck your tits,” you said without thinking.
He looked at you briefly.
“Why did that come out your mouth?” your husband asked in disbelief.
You get all embarrassed. He cupped the left part of your jaw before you could scoot away from him. He chuckled.
“Little weirdo. Why would I want them sucking my tits when you do that already?” Chris questioned.
You’re frozen expect your face which burned in embarrassment. Why does he say things aloud? He knows how easily you get flustered even if it’s just the two of you.
“Don’t go all shy on me when you know that I love when you don’t think before you speak,” he said. “I want to hear more. Tell me more.”
You opened your mouth to say something but your brain doesn’t let you. Your husband moved his hand into yours. He squeezed your hand.
“It’s okay, Honey. We’ve got time and I can wait,” Chris said.
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fangirlovestuff · 3 days ago
Chris Evans masterlist
main masterlist
all readers are female unless specified otherwise<3
* - indicates smut, 💞 - personal fave
Chris Cross Applesauce
Take on Me
His Haven 
Queer Eye - bi!reader, platonic Scott evans x reader
Child’s Play - director!reader💞
In Your Corner 
Loving Him Was Red 
Home To You 
April Showers Bring May Flowers 
Cuddly Chris - male!reader
Happy Place 
A Tale Of Nephews And Princesses 
Everytime  💞
Seasons of Love  💞
Never Too Late  💞
Before You Go
blurbs / headcanons:
friends to lovers 
Playful  💞
Shopping With Chris 
Pool Day 
(Extra)ordinary  💞
Cloud Nine 
To Infinity And Beyond 
Going Public  💞
Be Mine
‘stache Stories 
Chris dating a writer would include... 
cevans dating a young foreigner 
Take Care 
Calm Before the Storm
The Heart Wants What it Wants - Chris Evans x actress!reader:  completed
pt.1* pt. 2 pt.3
summary: You and Chris meet at an after-party and hit it off, but you know the age gap isn’t going to go over well with the media. What can you do when loving someone can potentially destroy your careers?
Random Objects Headcanons - Chris Evans x reader:  completed  💞
Shower*  Sink  Table  Shelves  Bed*  Bonus!
summary: Domestic headcanons inspired by random household objects. (less stupid than it sounds, promise, give it a chance!)
Rumor Has It - Chris Evans x actress!reader:  completed
pt.1 pt.2 pt.3
summary: It’s just lunch with your coworker, until chris thinks it’s not. Angst/breakup fic. check out the playlist:)
more to come!
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rogersevans · 17 days ago
Boys are Poison
Summary: Alba Downey-Evans gets herself a boyfriend at the sweet age of 13 and everything was going great, until Chris found out whilst picking her up from school. a part of the Evans’ series
Pairing: Chris Evans x Y/n Evans
Warnings: swearing
a/n: hey guys, if you have any ideas for this series then please feel free to send me a message/ask, i have set titles for this series on a document but i’m always open to others ideas. :-)
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The sound of the door slamming was the first indicator that something was wrong, the door opened and slammed again seconds later. Watching Alba stomp up the stairs, each thump dramatically increasing with each step was the second. Hearing her scream “fuck off dad” and “I hate you!” was the third and final indicator she needed before looking up at the twins who were colouring silently at the table, making her way around the kitchen island.
“Fuck off dad!” Archie repeated in a higher pitched voice, his attempt to sound like Alba, swinging his legs back and forth and his eyes never leaving his colouring page.
“Hey,” Yn scolded softly, pointing at rambunctious twin. “Carry on and I’ll lock the treat cupboard... For a month.” His mouth shut dramatically before continuing to colour. “What happened?” Yn asked her husband, watching him pull at his hair in frustration when she reached the hallway. “Take it the school run didn’t go well-”
“If you call seeing some... Boy,” his jaw ticked as he spoke, anger swarmed his eyes as he paced the hallway. “Shove his tongue down her throat well.”
“Ah, so you’ve met Finn-”
“Finn?” He stopped dead, looking over his shoulder at his wife. “It has a name? And you know him?”  
Oh fuck.
“Well, yeah... I met him a couple of weeks ago-”
“Weeks?!” He screamed, thrashing his arms around as he spoke.
“Chris!” Yn grabbed his biceps and forcing him to look at her. “Will you calm down? Stop being so amped up right now. He’s her boyfriend-”
“That’s my baby.” He defended.
It was then that Yn realised what the true issue is, Chris wasn’t angry... He was scared. Scared that Alba was no longer going to be his little girl. Alba and Chris had always had an unbreakable bond, she was his first baby, the baby that changed everything for him. They would spend every Saturday, without fail, at the ice cream parlour down the street and share secrets. Chris was the one who she wanted by her side when she had her first period, no matter how awkward and uncomfortable it was for him at first.  
But as she got older she started to withdraw from her dad. Alba had started to avoid her ice cream dates not having the heart to tell Chris she was ‘too cool’ to be seen with him outside the confides of their family home.
But Chris has noticed, it had been bothering him and the view of Alba and Finn sharing a quick kiss at the school gates had him seeing red, finally reaching his breaking point.
“Evans,” letting a soft sigh escape from her lips when she saw his bottom lip tremble. “She will always be your baby, but you gotta accept the fact that she’s growing up- don’t you dare give me that look.” She scolded when his face deadpanned. “She’s 13, boys are interested in her and she’s interested in them. You remember what being 13 was like, right?” Her hands now gently cupping his cheeks, his eyes darkening and his jaw set again.  
“Yes,” his eyes flicked to the top of the stairs. “13-year-old boys are...”
“Hornballs, yes. But!” She started before he lost his wavering self-control again, the feeling of her touch was helping as she stroked her thumbs across the apples of his cheeks, forcing him to look at her. “Alba is a smart girl, she’s a spitfire and has no problem telling people were to shove it if she needs to... Gets that from her father.” Both now laughing at their daughter's sassy attitude.
“Now, you keep an eye on the monsters whilst I go deal with Spitfire upstairs.”  
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Gentle knocks on her door did nothing so after a second round of knocks with no answer Yn poked her head in. “Squirt, I’m coming in.” She softly spoke, her usual boy band music softly playing through her speaker on her bedside table. “Wanna talk?”
Alba spoke into her pillow which sounded a lot like ‘I hate him’ and when she felt the bed dip at her side she sat up, her cheeks red and tear stained and her eyes puffy. 
“Oh, Squirt.” Was all Yn said before taking her daughter into her arms and hugging her tight.
“Don’t try and defend him to me mom, I know you both like to play good cop, bad cop. Wouldn’t be surprised if he sent you up here.”
“We’re not stupid. Good cop, bad cop only works on your brothers.” Yn replied, making Alba snort. “Talk to me, what happened?” Playing with the ends of Alba’s hair, just how she liked it. Alba rested her head in her mom’s lap, rubbing her eyes to get rid of the tears, Yn started combing through her hair like when she was a little girl knowing it would clam her.
“I forgot dad was picking me up, so he saw me and Finn kissing and he got mad at me. Shouted at Finn to. Told him if he came near me again that he’d wish he’d never of been born.” Alba spat whilst picking at one of the sleeves of her jumper. 
“Well, fuck.” Yn muttered more to herself, closing her eyes and shaking her head. “Your dad-”
“Is an asshole!” 
"Alba,” Yn warned. “You know I hate the name calling. Now, what your dad did was wrong, he shouldn’t of done that. But,” she watched as Alba rolled her eyes, “his heart was in a good place.”
“No it wasn’t!” Pushing herself up from her mom’s lap she scowled at her, “I knew you would come in and defend him, you always do.” 
“If I did, your dad would have an easier life, trust me.” Yn reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind Alba’s ear. “Your dad is scarred.” 
Alba scoffed loudly and dramatically, definitely Chris Evans’s child. “What’s he got to be scared of?” 
“Loosing you. You’re his baby-”
“But I’m 13, I’m not a baby... Archie and Alex are-”
“The apple of your dad’s eye, yes. But you, you’re his first baby and always will be.” Yn watched as Alba sat silently, the cogs in her head working over time to make sense of her dad’s actions. “You know how dad always say’s I have granddad wrapped around my finger?” 
“Yeah, because you do.”
“Where do you think you get if from.” 
Realisation hit her, hard. “So, when you and dad started going out...”
“It wasn’t too bad then because dad and granddad were friends, so he trusted your dad. But when I was younger, it was a nightmare. My first date was awkward as hell, granddad followed us there-”
“No he didn’t!” Both women now laughing as Yn shared the many horror stories of Robert and boys.
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It was the middle of the night before Alba left her room again, creeping across the landing, down the stairs and into the kitchen. After her talk with you she felt herself still angry with Chris and decided to stay in her room, skipping dinner but the smell of homemade garlic bread and spaghetti didn’t go unnoticed by her as it wafted up to her room. 
Waiting until everyone was asleep before she made her move, avoiding the stairs that creaked, knowing how much of a light sleeper her brothers and mom were. 
Not noticing the dim light from the kitchen as she rounded the corner and letting out a shriek when she finds Chris stood there dishing up a plate for her. 
“What’s going on?” Yn’s croaky voice sounded at the top of the stairs, the landing light flicking on. 
“Go back to bed baby, I got this.” Poking his head around the wall and giving his wife a toothy grin, only to be met with a dismissive wave as she rubbed her eyes and shuffled back to bed. 
The kitchen fell silent as Alba pulled out a stool at the kitchen island and jumping up, Chris returning to the stove as he finished dishing up and pulling a two slices of garlic bread from the oven. 
No words were spoken when he slid the bowl and small plate across to his eldest, watching her tuck in like it was her last meal. 
Chris wanted nothing more than to hold her and apologise, tell her how much she meant to him and how much he loved and adored her. But like Yn explained earlier, she needed time and when she was ready she’d come to him. He hadn’t been able to sleep that night, knowing she’d be up soon and searching the fridge for leftovers having not eaten earlier. 
It wasn’t until a fresh glass of cold water was placed next to her that Alba acknowledged her dad, looking up at him and her lip trembling instantly. “Daddy...” Was all she managed to get out before leaping into his arms.
They both hugged each other tightly, nothing needed to be said.
“I’m sorry, baby girl. I don’t know what came over me.” Alba sobbed into his shirt, her grip on him only increasing. It wasn’t often that the dynamic duo argued and it had never been this bad. 
“I don’t hate you, I’m sorry I said that.” She hiccuped out between sobs.
They stood like this for a little longer, her sobs settling down when she felt Chris’s hands stroke up and down her back. Finally setting her back down on the stool he knelt down in front of her, his expression softening when he took in her tired one, moving her hair out of her face and cupping her cheeks. “I still think you’re too young to be dating- but,” he hurried out when he saw her begin to hesitate. “Why don’t you tell me about... Finn?” Chris said his name through gritted teeth, making Alba giggle which in return made Chris smile. 
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I Call It Being Married | Cevans x wife!reader (Actress!reader)
Summary: Just another day of being secretly married to Chris, upset that you told your fans you weren't dating, you called it being married.
W/c: 900
Warning(s): Non, just fluff. **you're a cast member in this one.**
A/N: Idkkk... requests are opening soon! I hit 500 followers bc wtffff. Thank you all for the love!
Any likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated, Enjoy <33
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At the panel for comic con, you were eagerly listening to all the questions and answers. It was another day of a press tour for the new marvel film that had been released, and you happened to be one of the cast members going on tour to promote the new avenger's film in New York. Sitting at the broad table amongst your other cast members, you enjoy waving at your fans and listening to everyone's conversations.
The next fan came up to the microphone; she smiled your way. "Uh… this is a question for y/n", she smiled again. You chuckled, scooting closer to your mic nodding in her direction. "Hey, there, lovely!" You replied.
Her face instantly brightened, "I just wanted to say thank you so much for your character! She is one of my favourites in the MCU. You are an outstanding actor! " she praised before continuing. "I wanted to know who would be the first person you'd call if you needed saving." You carefully listened, nodding in understanding. "First of all, thank you for your kind words. I am ecstatic to hear that I am your favourite character… and secondly…" you chuckled.
You raised a finger before taking your phone out, dialling a specific number. Awaiting the phone to answer, Chris finally picks up "Hello, hello!" You lightly laughed before continuing, "I am just calling you because I have a lovely fan here at the panel who wanted to know who I'd call if I needed saving" there was a quiet laugh coming through the phone.
Looking at the audience, they were curious about who this person was, "could you say hi for me please?" You asked again, hearing a slight laugh "of course, love". You put your phone on speaker, resting it against the microphone, "It's on speaker", you said.
"Hey Y/n's fans, hope you're all having a great day", he spoke, the slight smile paved on your face as the audience knew exactly who the person talking was. "Alright, thank you, that's enough... I think you're stealing my fans." you chuckled. "Alright, love, see you later", he spoke, hanging up. You smiled at his sweet goodbye before shoving your phone back into your pocket.
"And that right there was the lovely Chris Evans", you spoke before the crowd began to cheer.
Sooner, the next fan comes up, "this is a question for y/n…" they asked, "I think I am speaking for everyone here after hearing Chris on the phone… so we all wanted to know if you and Chris are dating". The panel began to chuckle along with you.
Oh, they knew that he was more than than a date. Leaning into the microphone carefully, you begin to whisper, "Can you guys keep a secret?" You winked, the audience nodded their heads In unison. You let out a big sigh "phew… so can I" you chuckle, causing your fans to have a mixed reaction of laugher and sadness.
"No, no… I'm only joking," you giggled, looking over to your best friend Scarlett, who is already giving you a wink. You turn back to the audience, "No, we aren't dating" you smiled at the fan who had asked you this question, "but do not fear! We are definitely partners in crime", you winked, making the fan smile again.
"Alright, thank you guys for coming along to this panel." The Mic host began talking, and everyone, including you, began to leave the panel.
Getting home from the tour, you take your shoes off before heading into the kitchen, smiling upon seeing your husband cook. Hugging Chris from behind, you loved how much taller he was than you. Turning around, he gave you a big smile, embracing you in a hug. "Hey, how was the panel?" She asked, giving your lips a peck. "Great, there was a lot of questions", you laughed.
"Played a bit with the audience; they asked if we were dating", separating yourself from the hug. You went to grab yourself a drink from the fridge before sitting down at the counter. "Ah! And what was your answer?" Chris turned your way, raising his eyebrows.
He plated both of you and his dinner, awaiting your answer. "I said no… hear me out first! Only because we aren't dating" you smiled. Again raising an eyebrow, he set your dinner in front of you before taking his seat right next to you.
"Oh right… so what do you call this?" He lifts his left hand, waving it around in the air and in your face, showing off his gold wedding band. Taking a bite into your food, you groaned a bit at our delicious it was. "This is good, hun-" he stopped you mid-sentence "love?", it was always the raise of his eyebrow that got you.
You loved to tease him, chuckling you kiss his lips slowly, parting just a bit you look into his eyes, "I call it being married, we don't date anymore" you cheekily spoke "We are married, and we do married couple things" you widely smile which Chris caught on. He laughs lightly, taking a bit of his own food, "I knew I married a smart one", you laughed at his comment.
"Of course I am", You kissed his cheek before beginning to eat again.
Chris smiled, his body faces towards you with one of his hands resting on the back of your chair. You both continued your conversation about how your days went.
Something… married couples do, I guess.
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mysticalrambling · 2 months ago
Hello sweet girl😚😚Would you like to write a story about chris evans. He is stressed due to asp work and thats why he scolds his 4 year old son for something that his son doesn't even did. so his son cries and says that he hates him. like he won't talk to chris and ignore him the whole day and chris feels very bad about it like a failed father.and then you can end it happy like y/n(wife) helps them to makeup and they play videogames
A/N: This was an amazing storyline and I hope you all enjoy it. Requests are open so feel free to send them in.
Overwhelmed (C.E)
Summary: Chris has been having a really hard time with his upcoming movie and his grandmother passing away. It all bottles up until he snaps at his son, Oliver for something he didn’t even do. Oliver gets really angry and tells him he hates him. You help resolve their conflict and they both play video games.
Warnings Some angst and fluff.
Things have been hard for the past couple of weeks for Chris because of his work and family. The director has been bugging him about the scenes. Nothing was good enough for him and Chris was tired. And his grandmother died a month ago and his parents were devastated. It was really hard on his family and this all was really piling on him.
You knew this was all taking a toll on your husband. But this was rough on you and your son, Oliver. While you were understanding to Chris’s current predicament, your son was not. He always wanted his father to play soccer with him or go to the park with him. You tried to make him understand but he was stubborn. He couldn’t be blamed either because he was just a four year old after all.
“Goin’ out to get some groceries.” Popping your head into his home office, you informed him of your plans.
Without looking up, he replied, “Okay.”
“Chris, the nanny will be leaving in 20 so look out for Oliver.” You reminded him because you knew that he was hardly aware of what was going around him. He arrived from his parent’s house about an hour ago where he keenly heard their stories about Grandma Scarlett. When he came back, he went straight to his office and started going through his lines. So he easily forgot these things.
“Christopher!” You snapped at him when he didn’t even bother to give you a proper response.
“Wh- What?”
“Did you even listen to one word I’ve been saying?”
“Yes. Take care of Ollie in sometime.”
“Goodbye.” This was all too much. He just said it like it was some chore he had to do. It was as if he wasn’t even interested in your family. “See ya later.”
Chris got busy with his work again because it was seriously stressing him out. He truly hated this director. It was literally the worst job. He was still doing it because he was in love with the story line. Twenty minutes passed by without him even realizing.
The nanny informed him that she was leaving and left Chris with his son. Ollie was an energetic kid and he was always hungry. That trait was inherited from Chris so he didn’t get to complain when his son asked for food after eaten his lunch just fifteen minutes before. “Come on, then. But we have to let dad focus on his work afterwards.”
“Okay, dad.”
Preparing some mac and cheese was the easiest thing to do so he opted for it. He quickly prepared it and put the bowl on the dining table. Usually, you were the one who fed him but Chris was happy to do it. Just quickly, tho. Before he could get to it, his phone rang.
“Buddy, just use your iPad. I’ll be back in a minute.” He was about to touch the steaming food because he was really hungry. “No, bud. I’ll feed you. Just wait.”
Chris stepped out of the room to take the call because it was the director. Oliver’s game was too loud and it was hard to hear anything over the noise. The director informed him that he needs to the reshoot the previous scenes because they were not up to par.
Silently seething, Chris spoke in the phone, “I spent hours doing those scenes. Not going through this again.”
“You have to, Evans.”
“Oh, fu-” H stopped mid sentence because he didn’t want his son to listen in on this conversation.
“You have to or you’re out.”
“Don’t threaten me. You know what, I’m quitting.” The moment he cut the call, a loud shatter rang throughout the room. Dodger sped out of the dining hall but Chris was more concerned about his son to even notice.
When he stepped into the room, he saw the bowl shattered into pieces and the mac and cheese all over the floor. He stopped dead in his tracks because the cutlery was a part of the set his grandmother gave you both for a wedding present. It was one of the last things that Chris had that reminded him of his nana.
“What have you done?” The anger that kept building inside him from the past few weeks just took over. He had quit a movie that he was working so hard on and one of his grandmother’s memory was ruined.
“Dad, I-I-” The four year old tried to defend himself but all Chris saw was red.
“You don’t take anything into consideration. Everything is not about you, Oliver. Just listen to some instructions, for gods sake.”
“Do not interrupt me, young man. You know I have been busy but you don’t want to think about it. No games for you.”
“I didn’t even do anything. Dodgie jumped on the table and dropped the food.” The young boy all bet yelled with tears pooling in his eyes. His young mind didn’t understand why his dad was so angry at him but he never used this tone with him. It was new and it was heartbreaking.
“Oh. I didn’t-”
Now, it was his time to interrupt his father. Like father like son. “I hate you. You’re not my dad.” Screaming it, he ran into his room.
“Wait, buddy.” The boy locked the door before Chris could have a chance to apologize. He shouldn’t have gone off like that. He should have at least heard his case before shouting at him.
Sitting on the couch, he put his head between his hands. He was such a failure. He doesn’t even remember the last time when he spent proper time with his family. Lately, he has been focused on himself and have taken his family for granted. He let his son down today and the sinking feeling inside his chest was a clear reminder.
Chris went towards the blue door in the hallway and he could hear the sobs from inside. The sound truly broke his heart because he was the cause it. He swore to his little boy on the day that he was born that he won’t let any harm come to him. He was the one who broke his own process.
“Let me in, baby. Daddy’s so sorry, darling.”
“Go away!” Oliver sniffled and wiped his snot with his blanket. He never imagined that his father would be furious with him. He was the one who saved Oliver from all the scoldings and fulfilled his every wish.
Cleaning the floor, he sat on the couch with a defeated sigh. Your husband was on the verge of tears when you entered the house. Quickly dropping the grocery bags, you approached him with haste.
“What happened? Are you okay?” Bombarding him with questions might not have been the way to go but you couldn’t help yourself.
“Our son hates me.”
“What?” Out of all the things, this was not what you had expected.
“I yelled at him and he wasn’t at fault. Now, he hates me.”
“First of all, he doesn’t hate you. Second of all, details please.”
Chris told him about the whole incident and also informed you about everything that happened with his movie. You truly felt sorry for your husband but he was at fault.
“I’ll help you this time but this can’t happen again. I mean it, Chris.” The stern voice told him that you meant business.
“I know, babe. It will never happen again.”
Making your way towards Oliver’s room, you gently knocked on his door. When he realized it was you, he opened the door to let you in. You had already told your husband to wait in the tv lounge.
After listening to his complains, you explained it to the little boy. “We all have bad days, baby. Dad had one today and he’s really sorry that he took it all out on you.”
“He won’t do it again?” Hugging you, he asked you the question that had been running through his mind.
“He won’t. He promised.”
“‘kay.” Oliver ran outside to his father and hugged him.
Chris took his son in his arms while softly apologizing to him. He was seriously never going to do this to his family again. Family above all.
“You wanted to play that new video game with me. Let’s do that, baby.”
Smiling fondly at them, you spoke over the commotion. “I’ll prepare some food.”
“We love you!” A chorus of excited voiced reached your ears and you just laughed.
“Love you too, my babies.”
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A/N: I love Chris Evans and this was a really good plot line. Tell me what you think about this fan fiction and I'm open to requests. Notify me if you want to be added to my tag list.
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