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f10werfae · 1 year
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Teething Triplets
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pairing: Husband!Dad!Chris x Wife!Mom!Reader
summary: Chris finds himself in trouble alone with teething triplets and Y/n saves him with offers of a sleepover (Dilf!Chris)
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Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate
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“y’all look like your daddy, too cute” Y/n cooed watching her three 8 month olds in the bath tub with their daddy. Chris clad in swim shorts sat at the end with all of them between his legs, a soft smile on his face as he gently poured water over Noah’s head first. “What bout me honey? Am I cute too?” Chris smirked tilting his head up, his lips puckered out for a kiss, only for the triplets to attempt to mirror him and want a kiss from their momma too.
“Sorry baby, my little tots get theirs first” Y/n giggled bending down over the side of the tub and kissing each Noah, Jacob and Isabella; all of them flailing around happily once their momma kissed them and tickled their sides to release those heavenly giggles. “Now for you daddy” Y/n smirked kissing her husband quickly but passionately on the lips, pulling back once they felt water being sprinkled at them.
“Awh you don’t like momma kissing daddy?” Y/n pouted seeing all three triplets were pouting with their eyes as big as saucers, their hands holding onto Chris’ leg hair harshly making him wince out. “Let’s just shampoo their heads and get these monsters ready for bed” Chris groaned prying their small fingers off his legs.
Grabbing their johnson baby shampoo, Y/n and Chris lathered them all up, smiling at how they all looked with shark spikes in their hair. “Okay wait let me get my camera babe” Rushing back into the bedroom Y/n grabbed her polaroid, running back and ushering them all to pose. Noah and Jacob did the typical grumpy pout as their pose, whilst baby Isabella cupped her face with her hands like an adorable little princess.
“Hey let us get a picture too baby” Chris whined pulling his wife closer to the big tub, kissing her cheek as she took a selfie picture of them both, wide smiles all around the bathroom. The triplets now preoccupied with their marvel bath toys, the water sprinkler they had and their,,, Daddy’s leg hair.
Once they had gotten each baby into their respective towels, lotioned up and clad in diapers and onesies. It was finally time for beddy byes. With Isabella and Noah in Chris’ built arms and Jacob in Y/n’s arms, they tucked them into their beds, but within seconds they had all cramped themselves into Noah’s side by whimpering out for their usual sleepover; the triplets hated sleeping without the other for now.
“Well hopefully if they sleep well, we can have our own fun time momma, maybe have another set of-“
“Chris! Don’t even say that, you’ll manifest it” Y/n whimpered turning on their bunny nightlight, watching her three babies turn on their side and hug each other as tight as possible; there was barely enough room left to breathe with all the stuffies on the bed too. “Is there something so wrong about finding my wife absolutely gorgeous when pregnant?”
Chris smiled clutching his wife’s hand tightly, pulling her shorter stature back to their shared bedroom, which also was full of plush animals for when the kids decided they wanted to sleep with momma and daddy. Pushing them off the bed Chris gently laid his wife down, hovering over her, soft loving smiles on their faces as their hands started wandering.
“Ya know Bella would kill you if she saw you pushed bluey off the bed right?” Y/n laughed kissing up his neck, her fingers tracing over her name and her babies’ names tattooed over Chris’ chest, her heart pounding with so much love. “Ah well as long as her momma doesn’t tell her, we won’t have to worry will we? Come on baby, it’s been weeks, m’missin ya so much”
“I know honey, been neglectin you haven’t I?” Y/n whispered with her lips ghosting over his, his hands lingering underneath her silk robe as her hand palmed him through his pyjamas pants; both of them panting the more heated their kiss got, their tongues meeting out in the open. “What the shit?” Chris suddenly broke away sitting up right, both of them sighing when in an instant a loud cry came from down the hallway, the cockblockers. “You wait here baby, i’ll go see what’s up”
“Babies what’s wrong? have a bad dream” Chris whispered seeing all three of his tots sitting up right, all hugging onto each other as they cried into their onesies. Sitting onto the edge of the bed, Chris brought all three onto his lap, all of them nuzzling into his chest and grabbing onto it for dear life.
Their nappies weren’t dirty, they weren’t hungry so what was going on? Lifting up Noah to face level, he tucked him into his neck seeing as he was crying the loudest. Noah was a complete sucker for cuddles, just loving the warmth and love he got from his daddy and momma; so Chris knew this was the best way to comfort him, but for some reason his cries still didn’t subside.
“OW” Chris exclaimed suddenly feeling his little bugger take a chomp out of his cheek, suckling onto his skin whilst chewing on it like it was his favourite baby food. “What the fahk” Chris whispered to himself watching his baby boy just chew on his cheek, trying to pry him off before suddenly, he felt another mouth latch onto his pointer finger. They were teething.
Then he thought, where’s Isabella, who was sitting there also red-eyed watching her brothers chew at her daddy as if he was some chew toy. “Bella, don’t bite daddy, ya hear me?” Chris said warningly watching his little girl come closer and closer, her mouth wide open and ready to chomp, now her small mouth was closing in on the arm wrapped around Noah’s body. Here we go…
“Gotcha baby, knew they’d start their munching soon” Y/n whispered grabbing Isabella from behind, before she could even bite down on her daddy’s arm, immediately placing a pacifier full of cold breast milk into her mouth; watching on as her mouth just bopped up and down cutely, her cries subsiding to quiet sobs and hiccups as she clawed onto her momma to snuggle in tight.
“Mama please tell me you have more of those amazing devices” Chris whimpered trying to pry Jacob’s mouth off his finger, the poor little boy just in so much pain from teething. “Of course, have a special one just for Jacob” Y/n smiled pulling an airplane themed paci out of her robe pocket, setting down Bella onto the bed, she grabbed Jacob gently and popped the cool tasty dummy into his mouth.
“Now get this bugger off, he’s practically eating me alive” Chris motioned to Noah who was busy try to bite at his cheeks, watching as Y/n swooped in, her hand carefully prying his mouth off and giving him his penguin paci, all three babies now more or less calm. “You’re amazing ya know that? How’d you know what was happenin?”
“The baby monitor babe” Y/n laughed pointing to the camera settled in the corner of the room, a camera they used whenever the babies were down for the night or were napping. Jacob and Noah sat peacefully between their daddy’s thighs, both their hands fisting his shirt to keep him from standing up, their big puppy eyes looking up at him.
“Oh hell” Chris sighed feeling his heart break seeing all three babies now pouting up at him not wanting him to leave them, he hated how each of them had his wife’s features, making it even harder for him to say no. Y/n on the other hand saw Chris in all her babies, seeing the perfect mix of them both in three tiny clones. “M-maybe they can stay with us tonight? We did get an extended bed for a reason daddy”
Y/n cooed picking up Isabelle, her pacifier cutely bopping away with her growing teeth, her hands wrapped around her momma’s neck clearly ready to go to bed with her. “You read my mind momma, let’s go to bed” Chris sighed happily picking up Noah and Jacob in each arm, all three babies now smiling around their paci realising they’d be sleeping with their momma and daddy in their big, nice, warm snuggly bed.
Within seconds of entering the bedroom Bella instantly started whimpering, pointing to her baby bluey that was on the floor, from earlier’s shenanigans. Y/n gasped playfully, “Oh no poor Bluey” pouting she picked up the stuffy, handing it to her baby girl who hugged it dearly to her chest, nuzzling her head into it.
“Night night loves, momma and daddy love you so much” Y/n said softly kissing each of them on the forehead, hugging her boys who were still in Chris’ arms.
“My heart is going to burst from how cute they are” Y/n whispered setting her down onto the plush mattress, watching as she rolled over to her older brothers who were on the other side of the bed. “My heart already bursted, like four times, one for you and one for each of our tater tots” Chris smiled putting a pillow onto the edge where the babies were, also setting up the baby fence they had installed on that particular side, for nights like these.
“Stop it you, the babies are here, so no play time tonight” Y/n giggled hitting his shoulder as she slid in beside her babies, her arm hugging over all of them as they all hugged onto each other; Isabella scooting closer to her momma’s chest. “Can’t help it, still feels like it’s the first day I met ya” He whispered against the shell of her ear, his arm stretching over her waist and as far over his sons as possible.
“I love you Chris, thank you for this, all of this” Y/n whispered reaching for his hand and intertwining them together, “I love you so much more Mrs Evans, so much more and the little family you gave me. N’ maybe we can discuss having another-“
“Shush Evans”
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sweetsbfreex · 1 year
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toot.
Summary: your three=year-old joins Chris in his workout
Warnings: none!
Pairings: husband/dad!chris evans x reader
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The pitter-patter of tiny feet against the extortionate floor hits your ears before the sound of a soft, cherub voice. 
“Mommy?” Evelyn calls out.
“I’m in here, honey.” You answer from the living-room, placing your book on your lap. 
She walks through, clad in a boxy patriot baby tee, her pampers, and pink socks. Evidently, it’s a very chill day in the Evans household. Beside her, her Mickey Mouse stuffie drags along the floor. 
“Hi mommy,” she waves her little hand as she comes closer. 
“Hi sweet pea. Is your cartoon all finished?”
She nods a yes. 
You go to respond, but she speaks first. You can tell a thought has popped into her mind with the way her eyes widen.
“Where daddy?” She looks around the room as she asks. His snuggly, strong figure is nowhere in sight, only his mug from earlier. 
“He’s working out in the gym downstairs.”
“Okay!” She turns swiftly, making her way to the basement.
Evelyn makes her way to the basement, down the steps carefully, with one hand clasped around the railing at all times. She walks into the expansive room filled with everything you need to exercise. It always makes it easier for days like this, where you or Chris can workout at home. Or have his personal trainer meet him there. 
“Daddy?” Evelyn calls out. 
Chris is in a prone position, his body supported on his palms and toes of his shoes. His chain clinks against the mat. With his biceps bulging and face glossed with sweat; Chris doesn’t hear the sound of his name until two pink socks stand in his view. 
Chris sits up and pulls his earbuds out. 
“You alright, honey?”
“Hi daddy,” she waves.
“Hi honey” he smiles and chuckles. 
“What are you doing?” She asks and slightly tilts her head to the side. 
Chris tilts his head too, as a quip. “Working out, so I'm all healthy, and can fight all the bad guys.”
“Me too!” 
“You want to be healthy too?”
“No, fight bad guys.”
Of course, Chris thinks to himself. 
“C’mere my brave girl.” Chris grasps her by her sides, tickling her protruding tummy as she squirms in his hold. “We’re gonna start with pushups. So you gotta get on the floor like this..”
She listens intently, but struggles, of course. But that was what her father’s support was for. In the end, she ends up with her butt in the air, unable to get her body flat like her father. But she pushes up and down on her arm, smiling up at Chris.
“I do it!” She laughs. 
“Look at you, you’re gonna beat all the bad guys’ butts.” 
He pats her diaper bottom before getting into position so he can continue. They workout side-by-side. A toddler and her father, the imagery almost ridiculous in the juxtaposition between the two. 
It only takes one set of ten push-ups, before he feels small hands on his back and a little grunt of her trying to lift her body onto him. So he drops his body into a plank, on his knuckles. And she plops herself on her father’s back, gleefully and giggly. 
“Ready?”
“Ready!” But it’s all muddled since her filled cheek is flat against his back. Her arms hanging against the side of his body, feet laid out straight, and her Mickey Mouse stuffy is left behind on the floor. 
He pushes up and down, slowly, cautious as not to disrupt her too much. But she could care less as she laughs, at some point wrapping her arms around his neck. 
“Daddy strong!”
“He has to be,” he answers with a laugh. “How else am I gonna protect you and mom, hm?”
“Dodger.” She answers seriously. 
“That’s true,” he rasps, his breath picking up as he continues to chat and workout. 
Some time passes before he gets close to the ground again. “Ride over.” He jokes. 
His toddler slides off his back to stand next to him
“Are you ready for the next part?” He asks. 
“Yeah!” She claps her hands together and jumps in excitement.
Chris walks over to the rack of dumbbells. He picks up the set of fifty and one five pound dumbbells. He sets the smallest in front of her and holds his in each hand.
“We’re just gonna lift some weights.”
Chris knows there’s no way his three-year-old would be able to lift the dumbbell, but she’s as stubborn as a mule and wants to be involved in every shape and form of her parents’ lives. While Chris does his bicep curls, he cherishes the way his little one stares at the dumbbell for a little too long, then peeks up at him in question. 
“You got it,” he encourages, a lopsided smile on his lips.
So she goes for it. 
She uses both her small hands to grasp the handle. She tries with all her little might, a small squeak past her lips represents her efforts…
Toot. 
“Oops.” She stands to her full height, an innocent look masking her face accompanied by an embarrassed grin. 
“You toot?” Chris asks in hysterics. 
“Wasn’t me,” she crosses her arms over her chest. “Dodger!” 
Chris can’t help but lean back as laughter takes over his body. She’s precious, he thinks to himself. Taking in her distraught face, puffed out cheeks, and furrowed eyebrows. 
“Not me, daddy!”
“Okay, okay,” he drops the dumbbells to pick up her upset figure. “You don’t gotta be embarrassed,” he dotes and kisses her cheek. 
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It’s three in the afternoon before you know it. Chris always finishes his workout by three, so by this time you go to the gym with a strawberry coconut protein milkshake— and a strawberry shake in your other hand, since presumably Eve had joined her father. 
You walk into the sound of a familiar, deep laugh which brings an immediate smile to your face. And heat on your cheeks at the sight of a post-workout Chris. 
“Hi,” You greet the two as you walk in. 
“Look who’s here,” Chris turns towards you and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer. “Hi,” his eyes brighten at the sight of you and he pulls you in for a chaste kiss. 
“Hi, mommy,” Evelyn recovers quickly, a bright smile on her face as she waves.
“Hi, honey.” You kiss her cheek. “Did you have fun working out with dad?”
“Yes.”
You hold up both cups (one smaller and decorated with Bluey). Chris grabs Eve’s cup and hands it to her before grabbing his. He takes a sip, always looking forward to his wife’s smoothies. They’re always the perfect consistency and garnished with whatever fruit she has used. 
With your hand free, it naturally falls to the nape of Chris’ neck. Your fingers running through his soft locks. 
Eve is quick to take a sip, a milk mustache left behind her in haste. 
“What do we say?” Chris reminds her.
“Thanks, mommy!”
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
“Of course. Anything for my babies,” you squish their cheeks in jest. 
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chrisevansonly · 11 months
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That’s My Boy
pairing: chris evans x female reader
summary: visiting jimmy fallon was one of chris’s favourite kinds of interviews to do, especially when he gets to brag about his wife and kids
warnings: some backstory of bad marriage but other than that none!
a/n: thank you to the anon that requested this! I did change a few things but I hope this is still okay!
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Deep down Chris secretly like doing talk shows especially if he got to sat down with Jimmy Fallon, who was one of his favourite hosts, never failing to bring lots of laughs and lots of smiles to his face. Though he could have you to thank for that as you sat off to the side, your son Noah asleep against the baby bump that was steadily growing every day. Noah wasn’t biologically Chris’s having come from a different relationship, one that wasn’t safe or healthy for either of you, but he loved Noah with everything in him, and couldn’t imagine life without the two of you by his side. 
When you caught him looking you threw him a smile and a small wave, knowing they were on commercial break he mouthed a silent ‘I love you’ your way, your cheeks flushing before turning your attention back to the 3 year old who was now snoring softly. When the music picked up Chris focused his attention back onto Jimmy and they jumped into promotion for his new movie, as well as future goals and projects. 
“So, I have a question for you, well only if you want to answer it of course”
Chris nodded 
“Sure, sure” 
“Okay, now this is quite literally the cutest photo I think I’ve seen in a long time; I was wondering if we could have some backstory on this moment...”
Jimmy turned a card around and it showed Noah curled up with Dodger who had his nose resting against your stomach, the sun was peeking through the living room and there was a cartoon playing on the tv, instantly Chris smiled before clearing his throat 
“Yeah, I remember that morning because 5 minutes later it was chaos” 
Laughter filled the audience, and even you couldn’t hold back the laugh, the memories so vivid in your mind at just how crazy that day truly had been 
“This is your son Noah, right?” 
“Yep, that would be Noah, though he was two in that photo, now he’s three, so getting bigger everyday” 
Chris paused to take a sip of water and then continued 
“Noah loves Dodger, I mean they’re best buddies those two, get into all sorts of trouble, I swear they are two peas in a pod” 
“Ah so they get into just about everything then?”
Chris laughed with Jimmy 
“Oh yeah, you name anything, and they’ve probably gotten into it, but Noah loves to cuddle with him and-and just spend time lounging around the house with his mom too, so the morning I took this was just after I got back from a run and they were all bundled up on the couch, it was too sweet for words.” 
A smile spread across Jimmy’s face as he ‘awed’ gently
“You and your wife, Y/N, are expecting another baby soon too, right?” 
Chris glanced at you before looking back over 
“Yes, we are, they are due I believe it’s September 3rd or sometime around there”
“That’s very exciting, congratulations to you both!”
“Thank you, thank you, we are really excited” 
Jimmy and Chris continued to talk about a few things before they wrapped up the show, he was quick to find you and Noah instantly reaching out to take the sleeping toddler into his arms, so you didn’t have to hold him anymore.
“You did great out there, I like seeing you that happy and relaxed” 
Smiling up at him he leaned down to press his lips to yours softly before pulling back to wrap an arm around your waist, leading you out to the car waiting to take you back to your hotel. 
“I’m always happy and relaxed when you guys get to come, and of course talking about Noah and my wife who just so happens to look absolutely beautiful tonight, helps to brighten the mood” 
“Trying to butter me up Evans?”
“Hmm maybe, is it working?”
You laughed stopping to give him one more kiss 
“A little…”
Chris helped you into the car before setting Noah in his car seat and making sure he was strapped in properly before the blacked-out SUV pulled away from the curb. He would never understand how he got so lucky to be loved by you and to have his own little family, something he used to dream about but never thought he’d ever get. So, as you headed towards your hotel, no doubt to enjoy some New York take out and a cheesy romance movie, he couldn’t help but thank whoever brought you and Noah to him, and now a soon to be brother or sister to Noah. Chris had never felt luckier, and it was all thanks to you and Noah. 
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eviesaurusrex · 1 year
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Dad!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader (DiCaprio!Reader)
summary: It’s the Lightyear world premiere in L.A.—and everyone is asking where Chris’ wife, YN, and their kids are.
word count: 3.5k
warnings: fluff, more fluff, mentions of complicated pregnancy, really short mention of traumatic child labor and death of both mother and child, double the fluff, not really proofread because I’m tired
author’s note: I don’t know where this came from. But I also don’t care because it’s my first Chris piece, and I’m excited. And for age’s sake: Leo is 15-20 years older than he actually is because I kinda forgot that he is only 47 after I already finished this one xD
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“I’m standing here with actor Chris Evans on this beautiful sunny afternoon. How are you, Chris?” One of the many interviewer asked, and the man grinned shortly to the camera before focusing back on the woman in front of him, holding a microphone right under his nose. She was nervous; he could see that, so he didn’t say anything about it. He understood her on a different level. “Hi, Susan. We really had luck with the weather, didn’t we? And I’m great, thanks. I mean, how could I not be great?” He grinned again and pushed his sunglasses up. “I probably would feel the same when I voiced my longtime favorite character! How did your kids react? You have two, right?”
At the mention of his two sunbeams back home, the father couldn’t help but smile softly. It may have taken a long while to find the perfect woman and the love of his life and an even longer while to create these two joys in his life, but Chris thanked the universe every single day for the honor of having them in his life.
“I have two wonderful and beautiful children, yes, and number three is on their way. My eldest, Ophelia, was over the moon when I left my study a few months back after I had just wrapped up the call with my manager and Disney and were allowed to talk about it. She, of course, eavesdropped because she just loves to do it when it contains me and my study. And she had picked up on some parts of the conversation and had bounced up and down and asked me nonstop if it’s true and I’m playing Buzz. It’s her favorite Toy Story character, so I had a bit of pressure while doing the actual work.” He showed his thumb and pointer moving very closely together and chuckled. “Who am I kiddin’, I had a lot of pressure,” he laughed, and Susan laughed with him. “I only can imagine how it is with such a harsh critique living under the same roof. How did your second child react?” Chris grinned again, and it was visible for everyone to see in this world how much he adored his two children. “My son Aiden was much more chilled. Well, it’s not science because he only objects if someone dares to steal his share of ice cream—or cuddle time with his mom. He had only shrugged after Ophelia had screamed through the living room that I was voicing Buzz, but he was kinda excited after we watched it for the first time and heard my voice. Y’know, to see your own kids become happy and have those big round eyes just like you at your first Disney movie and the birth of your first movie heroes? It’s something entirely else. And to witness this moment while they watched Lightyear? Mindblowing, really.”
His chest was swelled with pride, and everyone around gushed over the epitome of proud fatherhood Chris was in this very moment. And he didn’t mind because he could boast all day long about his kids—and wife. Speaking of which…
“This is probably the sweetest story I’ve ever heard. Thank you for sharing this very intimate insight of your family life with us, Chris,” the interviewer thanked him with a genuine smile, but Chris only waved it off. They might keep their kids out of the spotlight to grant them the childhood he had been gifted by his parents, but they never stopped talking about them when people asked. “Is it okay if I ask about your wife and why she isn’t here today? She usually is at all your premieres and vice versa. I barely can remember a time without her at your side or you at hers, to be quite honest. You two really found one another.” Chris nodded in absolute agreement. “We really did. It was unexpected and kinda bumpy—quite literally.”
The husband remembered their first encounter at one of the Oscar Afterparties vividly where the stunning woman had bumped into him—and had driven the heel of her painful stilettos into his shoe. Ever since the actor saw these shoes with other eyes. He returned back to reality. “But we pushed through the obstacles, and I am the lucky bastard she had agreed to marry. Lucky me.” He chuckled under his breath and shook his head. YN would hit him as soon as she saw this interview, and maybe she sat in front of the tv at this very moment and watched him gushing over their family. “But back to your question, Susan. YN is currently at home, maybe watching this interview and throwing a pillow to the tv because she is heavily pregnant and can’t get up without help anymore.” Chris grinned straight into the camera. “I’m sorry, love!” He almost shouted after the exposure of her struggling state he almost loved the most about her being pregnant.
He just was a sucker for his wife when she called for him to help her with the easiest of tasks and boss him around as if there was no tomorrow. But he was a happily obliging husband because, after all, her state had been his fault. Something he would always be proud of.
“She wanted to come with me, but the doctor had put her on bed rest for the time being after we experienced a tiny scare of our little one two weeks back.” The same icy cold feeling ran his back up and down, just the same he had felt during the few hours of panic and anxiety in the depths of night when their unborn child tried to greet them earlier than agreed. And gladly, as stubborn his wife could be, she kept her word and watched out for herself and the little bub instead of ignoring every warning and trying to go head first through every wall possible. His father-in-law was a great help on days like this when Chris couldn’t be at home to watch out for his love and his tiny love. “I am sorry to hear that. But now, everything is back on track and in order?” The actor nodded, relieved. “So far, yes. But it still means I have to attend these without her calming presence, and let me tell’ya: it’s freaking scary.” And then, he laughed and shook his head. “I’ve never expected to be so lost without her. I almost forgot to lace my shoes because my head was all over the place,” he let out and still couldn’t believe how his life had changed within only a few years.
“Don’t worry, Chris, I feel the same. My life without my girlfriend? God, send some help,” Susan laughed with him, and Chris smiled thankfully. “So, I suppose you will head straight back home after the screening?” And the Evans was more than relieved to nod this question yes. “Totally. I love everyone involved in this movie, and I’m beyond grateful. However, my priorities are heading home, being greeted by Dodge and maybe the kids if they’re still awake, thanking Leo for keeping an eye on these two—more like three, Dodger included—troublemakers and his daughter, and then finally greeting my wife. We probably will watch a Disney movie, eventually waking the kids with the sounds, and everything will morph into a huge Disney sleepover on the couch. And yes, that’s the description of my personal favorite night.” He had always been a more at-home type of guy after passing a certain age, but now, it was all he could ever want.
“That sounds like a night in just like mine, minus the children. Thank you again for talking to me, Chris, and congratulations on the brilliant movie and your family. I’m definitely not the only one when I’m saying that you deserve every single bit of it,” Susan closed the interview, and Chris waved a last time to the people standing behind her before heading back to the red carpet to get the final shots for the press.
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Chris was glad that they had settled back to L.A. for the making of Lightyear to avoid stressful last-minute flights from one side of the country to the other. He could be there if something happened at home, almost within a matter of thirty minutes tops, and Leo wasn’t busy as he usually was to help him with keeping an eye on everyone. And now, he was glad because it meant he could hold his wife in his arms after only a twenty-minute drive instead of an almost six-hour flight. He could even grab her favorite ice cream flavor on the way home.
Leaving the car and wishing Daniel, his driver for today, a good night, Chris slowly followed the pathway, flanked with blooming bushes and flowers exploding in every color there was, up to the four steps leading to the porch and door. Their L.A. house reminded him of home back in Boston, and he couldn’t wait for them to move back and relish in the family time they would have after baby number three was born.
Smiling at the sounds of an excited Dodger waiting for him, Chris took two steps at a time and opened the door to get in. His fur companion wiggled with his tail at the sight of his human, and the Evans crouched down to greet him with a loving scratch behind his ears. “How is my best boy?” He asked and chuckled as Dodger impatiently nudged his hand to follow him. He wanted to, but tiny, excited voices let him stop in his tracks.
“Daddy! Daddy!”
“Daddy’s home!”
Two tiny humans rounded the corner into the hallway at full speed, and the father could only let the bag with ice cream and snacks drop to the floor before he was attacked by the hugs of his five-year-old girl and an almost four-year-old boy. “What a greeting!” He laughed as he lifted both children in his arms and tickled squealing noises out of them. Ophelia grinned brightly—the grin almost too big for her pretty little face— while Aiden preferred to snuggle onto his father’s shoulder. It was late for him, and Chris was actually surprised at how long he had pushed through.
“Did you bring the biiiig Buzz? I saw him on TV! I want him! He is so cool and sooo big! And Sox??? They had a statue of him too! Did you see it, Daddy?? Can we go there tomorrow?? Please??”
Chris chuckled at the tsunami of questions he already had anticipated, but another voice slid into the conversation. “Lia, darling. Give your dad some time to arrive and at least to take off his shoes,” Leo quipped with a small grin on his face and stepped to his son-in-law to take the kids off him. “But, Poooops!” Ophelia pouted heavily, and even Aiden seemed not happy about the interruption of stories. “No but’s, darling. Come on; you said you wanted to bake a cake for your dad and the work is only halfway done. Plus, your mom said something about craving a banana smoothie. Who wants a banana smoothie?”
And suddenly, the world was back in order, and both kids screamed “Yes!” throughout the entire house.
Chris followed them after taking off his shoes and retrieving the paper bag again. He took one spoon from the kitchen on his way to the living room and already saw the head of his wife peeking up between thick couch pillows. The husband left the bag with snacks at the opening of the kitchen, only taking the ice cream bucket with him. He crouched behind the back of the couch and let his arm appear from behind in front of the woman he loved—ice cream presented like an offering to the gods.
“M’lady, I brought gifts,” Chris laughed softly at her gasp and grabby hands, kissing her cheek tenderly. “Fine sir, do you possess the ability of mind reading? We should consider burning you at the stake.” YN had turned her head and grinned up to him as he rounded the couch and plopped down next to her. She was dressed in one of his Red Sox shirts—usually, it would be way too big for her, but now with the ever-growing baby bump, it fitted perfectly—, yoga pants and fluffy socks under which she probably hid the pestering compression socks the doctor had prescribed for the next weeks. “Please, I beg you, don’t burn me! Who would tend to your needs, m’lady?” YN’s eyes wandered to Dodger, who had taken over his place at her side once more. Ever the protective fur baby, Chris thought with a smile. “I could train Dodge to go to the store. Remember this video with the dog and his little basket on the market? Where he bought fruits for his owner? It could be Dodger after a bit of persuasion.” The woman grinned brightly, the same grin Ophelia owned, and with one hand on his neck, she pulled his face closer to hers. Chris obliged and leaned down to press their lips together in a loving kiss, which still let butterflies erupt in his stomach.
“Hey,” Chris whispered, lips still touching, and YN sighed. “Hey,” she returned just as quiet as he and nudged his nose with hers. “Everything alright?” She could see the worry in his blue eyes, darkening them a bit, so she took his hand and put it on the right side of her still-growing bump, even though she was almost through with it. But each pregnancy held its own surprises, as she had experienced. “Of course,” she smiled at his joyful, boyish grin as he felt one of the many kicks of their third bundle of joy. Number three may be an accident because, after Aiden’s birth, they had agreed on waiting a couple more years to grant them the attention they both deserved, but everything would be okay. And she couldn’t imagine a life without bub three.
Chris bent his head down to the spot where he suspected his baby’s head and pressed a kiss on top of his… YN’s shirt. “Hey, love. Here is your daddy speaking. I hope you didn’t give your mom a hard time today, and I damn sure hope you will continue to be a good girl in a few hours when she tries to sleep—unlike the last three nights. ‘Thought we had a deal.” YN chuckled while her fingers carded through Chris’ fluffy hair but groaned at a particularly hard kick. “Love,” they both warned in unison before YN settled back into the cushions and continued to caress her husband’s hair and scalp. “A girl, huh?” She softly smiled at the man who had swept her off her feet so suddenly, she still wondered how she didn’t brake her neck in the wake of his adorable flirting endeavors she oh so happily had returned. Chris leaned his cheek against her bump, wanting to be as close as possible to his baby and wife, and her knuckles tenderly stroked over his bearded cheek. He had a boyish smile tucking at his lips. “S’just a feelin’,” he mumbled, Boston accent very prominent—just as always when he felt contentment and happiness, mostly when he was at home with his family. YN grinned down at him while slowly rubbing the spot where the tiny bub had kicked again. “You can admit that you want another girl. Nobody would be surprised, y’know? The whole internet sees you as a girl-dad,” YN winked, and Chris’ rumbling laugh almost shook her body as well. “Do they, yeah?” She nodded and tipped the tip of his nose with the pad of her finger. “Yes, they do, and we both know that you know this as well. Don’t try to fool lil’ ol’ me, Mr. Evans. I’m aware of your stalking tendencies when it comes to your fans and this family.”
Chris grinned sheepishly before sitting up and pressing another kiss to her lips. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Mrs. Evans,” he whispered before commotion erupted in the kitchen and tiny feet came rushing over. “Mommy! Mommy, look! I made banana shake!” Aiden proudly presented the filled glass, and both parents were sure there would be a dripping trail of shake from the kitchen to the couch. But her father already followed with a kitchen towel in hand. “We made the banana shake,” Ophelia stressed and gave her mom the reusable straw she had carried while Aiden gave her the glass. The mother almost teared up and blinked rapidly to hide the tears. “You two are too good to me,” she sniffled before taking the first sip and hummed in utter approval. “Perfection. Maybe you should think about opening a shake shop.” Ophelia giggled while Aiden squeezed himself between Dodger and his mother. With another human, Dodger wouldn’t have any of that, but with his family, he only made space and put his head in his tiny human’s lap to get the cuddles he loved.
Meanwhile, Ophelia climbed into the spot between her mom and dad and cuddled into Chris’ side, grabbing the ice cream out of her mother’s hands and starting to steal a few spoons full of sugary delight. He had thought about getting up to change into something more comfortable, but he decided that this was much better. He could outlive a few hours without his sweatpants. Leo returned after bringing the kitchen towel into the laundry room and bent down to press a kiss to the top of his youngest daughter’s head. “I would head over if you don’t need anything else, darling,” he said, and YN looked up to him with all the love she held for this man. “Of course. Thanks again for coming over and handling everything.” She really had lucked out in the family department, even before finding Chris and creating her own perfect family with the perfect man that was her husband. The DiCaprio smiled down at her and kissed her forehead. “That’s nothing to thank me for.” And with that, he kissed his grandkids goodbye before patting his son-in-law’s shoulder. “There is a cake in the oven, but the timer is set.” Chris nodded, and after peeling a grumpy Ophelia off his side, he stood up and brought Leo to the door.
There, the older man turned again. “Before I go… I wanted to thank you, Chris, for making her so happy. You know what happened to her mother, and though it was a long time ago, it had always cast a shadow over her.” Chris knew what Leo was referring to; YN had told him about the traumatic labor her mother went through, only that she died and the baby with her. It had taken its toll on Leo, too, and the whole family had needed years to recover from it. It still amazed Chris how she had handled every pregnancy and every birth, although she knew what could go wrong. “But with you, she finally is… I can’t even describe it. Not to mention that you took her fear. So… Thank you.” Both men hugged each other closely, patted their backs reaffirmingly. “It’s an honor to love her and have her in my life because you raised one of the best women on earth. You deserve every thank I could offer you,” Chris mumbled before they let go of one another. Leonardo waved it off, but in reality, it was the proudest achievement in his life. YN and her sister were his pride and joy, just as Ophelia, Aiden, and the little one were Chris’ pride and joy. “Have a good night, Chris, and give me a call if it’s happening, yeah?” Chris nodded without hesitation. “Yeah, of course.“
Returning into the living room in his favorite sweatpants and Red Sox shirt—one of the few he actually was allowed to wear and which wasn’t claimed by his darling wife—Chris sat back next to Ophelia and out his arm on the back of the couch to softly caress YN’s neck and shoulder. “The kids decided that we’re watching Wall-E,” she let him know while his eldest already held onto the remote and scrolled through Disney+. “Daddy?” He hummed in question at Aiden’s voice. “Lia and I want see biiiiig Sox,” he told the family, and YN softly shrugged at Chris’ questioning look in her direction. “If they’re still there, why not? You two have to take a lot of pictures for me, ‘kay?” Aiden nodded with a serious expression. “Otay!” YN carded through her son’s mop of blonde hair—Chris’ genes definitely outrun hers—and changed another look with her husband, both obviously thinking the same. “You know, after your brother or sister is born, maybe we could check out Disney World and if they already have a Buzz and Sox there.” Both parents knew what mentioning Disney World would do to their kids, but they didn’t mind the explosion of tiny voices. Instead, Chris settled back right next to his wife, hand again on her bump, while they watched their children playing in the living room—Dodger was Sox, Ophelia played Izzy, and Aiden was Buzz himself.”
YN laughed softly and leaned her head onto Chris’ shoulder. “We really have a Disney obsessed family.” Chris grinned in total contentment and kissed her head. “We have, and I don’t want it any other way.”
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I don’t know where all these words came from, but I kinda couldn’t stop writing. Even though it’s kinda shitty, I hope y’all enjoyed it! As usual: Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated <3
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evansbby · 2 years
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𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬
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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dad!Ari Levinson x mom!Reader
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: wholesome domestic relationship, fluff, slight mention of smut and daddy kink towards the end.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your son, Elio, is scared that his dad won’t come home in time to watch wrestling. Based on this ask/idea.
𝐀/𝐍: So the ask I got really inspired me, and I’ve always wanted to write something sweet and wholesome like this. Also, shoutout to the anon who suggested the name Elio, I really fell in love with it! I hope you guys enjoy this short fic because I super enjoyed writing this and it’s very special to me. <3
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“Mommy, where’s Dada?” Your three-year-old son, Elio, looks up at you, his blue eyes wide as saucers. He’s very well-spoken for his age, but with a cute baby lisp that thickens when he’s worried, distressed or concerned. His chubby little thumbs twiddle together, lips pursed before he raises his arms up, indicating that he wants to be held.
“Oh, baby, don’t worry! Daddy’s gonna be home soon.” You scoop him up, resting his tiny form on your hip as he fists the material of your dress with his little hands. When you see his lower lip wobble, see him bravely blinking away tears, you feel your heart breaking at the sight; and you can’t help but rain about a million kisses on his face, “Elio, baby, daddy’s probably driving home right now.”
Shakily, Elio points at the TV, “B-But wrestling gonna start!”
You can’t help but smile at how smart your baby is – he has no idea about time but he knows exactly when his favourite show starts. It’s because Ari makes it a point to watch wrestling with Elio every weekend, and Elio loves hanging out with his dad more than just about anything else. Food, ice cream, Legos, videos – all of it gets abandoned the moment your husband walks through the front door.
“It’s okay if he misses the first five minutes of wrestling, honey. I’m sure you can fill daddy in on what he misses.” You say softly, smoothing your son’s hair back and feeling another pang in your chest when his eyes start to well up.
“Daddy gonna miss it!” Elio wails, not understanding you completely as you try and swipe his tears away. His attachment to Ari is extremely cute to watch, but it also has its downsides. Despite being only three, you already know that Elio has set routines that he likes to follow. Whether that be eating cut up melon for breakfast, or running outside in the grass barefoot while mommy hangs up the washing, or watching wrestling with his dad.
Which is why you’re currently praying to God that Ari walks in through the door any second now because otherwise you’d have a very unhappy baby in your arms. And you hate to see Elio unhappy – he’s the absolute apple of your eye, and Ari’s too. As your only child (up until next month, anyways) you both dote on him more than anything.
Elio glances back at the television before looking at you, lower lip quivering again and tears threatening to spill at the very idea of having to watch wrestling alone. But a sigh of relief hums past your lips when you hear the familiar footsteps, the jangling of keys; Elio’s head whipping over to look just in time as the door opens and Ari steps inside.
“DADA!” Elio yells happily, and you’re momentarily forgotten as your son clambers in your arms, stiffening his body as a way to indicate that he wants you to let him go. You gently release him and off he goes, like a little rocket launching himself across the room, running as fast as his tiny little legs can carry him. “DADDY, YOU MISSED WRESTLING – ALMOST!”
“Hey, little man!” Ari’s on his knees immediately, holding his arms out and happily catching Elio as he runs into his father at lightning-fast pace. And he’s immediately raining his little boy’s face with kisses, and you feel like your heart’s going to explode at the wholesome sight. It’s crazy how alike they look, so unmistakably father and son in both looks and mannerisms – both loud, both stubborn, both so full of energy.
“You almost miss wrestling, daddy!” Elio repeats as Ari picks him up and stands to his full height, and your baby laughs when his dad tickles his ribs lightly.
“Wrestling? You know I’d never miss that, Elio. That’s our special show.” Ari says softly, pulling Elio’s cheek and making him smile.
“Mommy said you miss it. Not me!” Elio sticks his chin out proudly and both you and Ari burst out laughing, your husband finally casting his beautiful blue eyes onto you.
“Oh yeah? Well mommy should know me better by now.”
You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, “Well, daddy should call or at least text that he’s gonna be late.”
It only takes his long legs two strides to reach you, and with one arm holding Elio, his other arm slips around your waist, pulling you close as he leans down to press his lips to yours. “Sorry, baby,” He whispers against your lips, “Forgive me?”
How can you not, when he looks so sexy yet adorable at the same time? Brown hair curling at the base of his neck, wayward strands falling down his forehead; perfectly framing those gorgeous blue eyes that match Elio’s. You can’t help but peck Ari’s lips again – they look so pink and soft and kissable, and you’ve missed him. You miss him all the time, practically as much as Elio does.
You smile as you remember early in your relationship, when it had been you acting like an excitable toddler, running to Ari when he’d come back from his business trips, launching yourself into his arms and him spinning you around and around, his lips and hands everywhere, peeling your clothes off before you’d even reached the bedroom.
That passion still lived on in your relationship, the proof was your belly – round with his baby that was due next month. And that’s where Ari’s hand goes next, cupping your belly proudly as he holds you close. Elio’s squirming in his arms, craning his neck to see if wrestling has started yet (it hasn’t.)
“How’s my baby girl?” Ari asks you softly, and you feel shivers when he says it.
“She was super active today, kicking around so much that I think she tired herself out. I think she’s sleeping now.” You try to keep focused on your words but it’s hard when Ari’s softly stroking your bump in the way that he is.
“Damn. It’s a good thing I’m off tomorrow, I miss feeling her kicks.”
“You work too much, baby.”
He sighs, “I know.”
He kisses you again, deeper this time as his hand reaches up to cup your cheek. You nuzzle into his touch, loving how safe and loved he makes you feel. His tongue massages yours gently, quickening the pace of the kiss and you sigh softly, nothing could break you apart from him…
… Except a toddler determined to watch his favourite show.
“Dada! Wrestling!” Elio clambers, your sensitive little boy ready to cry once more, thinking his daddy’s forgotten about him or something.
“Okay, bud, let’s go!” Ari swings Elio forward, lightly throwing him up in the air before catching him – it’s something he does a lot and Elio loves it, but it scares you to death each time he does it. You watch happily as Ari settles down on the couch with Elio snug on his knee, the television already blaring with the sound of wrestling – aka their favourite show.
You join them fifteen minutes later with a plate of apple slices for Elio – he already had his lunch earlier – and a full plate of food for Ari. You’ve painstakingly made all his favourites, and as it was the weekend, Ari was meant to be home in time for lunch where you’d all have sat on the table and eaten together. But lately, work’s been keeping your husband very busy.
“LOOK!” Elio shrieks, jumping to his feet on the couch and pointing excitably at the screen, where his favourite wrestler is currently body-slamming the life out of the bad guy. “Daddy, look! Body slam!”
“He knows the names of all the moves,” You comment, laughing in a mix of awe and adoration at your son.
“Of course, he does.” Ari replies, “He’s practically a pro himself. Watch this. Hey Elio, show mommy how you do your Superman punch.”
Elio is all too excited to show you, circling his chubby arm as if winding it up before throwing the cutest punch you’ve ever seen in your life, his tiny fist hitting Ari straight in the gut. And Ari really does the most with his response, doubling over, coughing and wretching as he clutches at his abs in mock pain.
“God, buddy, you been working on that punch?” He asks, and Elio nods proudly; Ari lets out a low whistle, “You’re growing stronger by the day, Elio.”
Elio puffs up his chest in glee, “Gonna be strong like you, daddy! Wanna grow up to be a wrestler just like you!”
Ari ruffles his son’s hair fondly before glancing up at you, “He thinks I’m a wrestler. Like he genuinely thinks that’s my job.”
You giggle in pure amusement, “Well, I’m not too surprised, I’m pretty sure ‘wrestler’ is one of the only jobs Elio knows about. Along with, like, ‘teacher’ and ‘postman.’” You can’t help but reach out and twine a strand of Ari’s hair around your finger, loving how it curls at the ends. “And you are beefy like a wrestler, plus you love to manhandle me, so…”
Ari rolls his eyes, “You love it.”
At some point, you leave to do the dishes and some other chores. By the time you return, wrestling is finished and Elio’s somehow managed to get all 6 foot 6 inches of Ari pinned on the floor, throwing more punches at his chest while Ari alternates between feigning pain and roaring with laughter.
Your heart lurches when you see your son clamber up the sofa, attempting to jump off it and straight on top of his dad.
“Elio, baby, please be careful!”
Of course, your fearless baby jumps off without a care in the world, but Ari catches him perfectly – only to take five more punches from Elio straight to the gut. After that, your son deems that daddy has had enough, and goes in for the pin. You count it: 1, 2, 3…
“Elio wins!” You cheer, and your little boy is beside himself with joy, clapping and squealing as you and Ari both cover his face with celebratory kisses.
He’s almost out cold for his nap not twenty minutes later, head tucked on Ari’s shoulder as your husband carries him up the stairs to his room with you falling into step beside him.
“Can we go exploring in the garden tomorrow, daddy?” Elio asks sleepily, sucking on his thumb and causing his little voice to come out muffled.
“Well, that depends, little man. Are you scared of the garden snake?”
Elio yawns, his pudgy fists rubbing his eyes and cheeks, “Noooo, mama said garden snake’s not real.”
“It’s not,” You say, jabbing Ari with your elbow before adding in softly: “You better stop scaring your son right before his nap.”
“Alright, alright. There’s no garden snake.” Ari kisses Elio’s cheek as your baby relaxes even more in his daddy’s arms, just about ready to slip into dreamland.
“If there was, I’d uppercut it.” Elio mumbles before finally drifting off to sleep.
“It’s crazy how much he looks and acts like you.” You comment quietly as Ari gently tucks Elio into bed before joining you in the hallway.
“Our baby girl’s gonna look exactly like you.” Ari replies confidently, his hand returning to your belly how it always seems to. It’s like he’s obsessed with touching you there. It was a problem early on in your pregnancy because you still hadn’t told anyone but Ari kept making it obvious by stroking your belly.
“I’m not so sure, since I have your super genes to contend with.” You stand up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss, hand cupping his bearded jaw softly. It’s crazy how much you love him, how badly you want him, how your want for him has only increased with the passing of time.
Ari deepens the kiss, hands running up and down your arms and leaving goosebumps in their wake. Finally, it’s like he can’t take it anymore when he reaches down to hook his strong arms underneath your thighs, lifting you up with his lips still attached to yours. You love that even when you’re eight months pregnant, he still makes you feel so tiny compared to him.
“Baby, have I told you how hot you look when you’re pregnant?” His voice has gone all deep, husky. You know what’s coming next.
You giggle, “Only about a thousand times. You also kept saying it when I was expecting Elio.”
He presses his forehead against yours, “Mm, remind me why I took so long to get you pregnant a second time? I must’ve been crazy because you look so beautiful like this.”
“I think you just have a kink for pregnant women.”
“I have a kink for pregnant you.”
Ari squeezes your ass through your dress, making you squeal loudly before pressing your lips together, glancing over your husband’s shoulder to ensure Elio is still fast asleep.
“Well, what are you waiting for? You have me pregnant for about another month, so you better take advantage of it, daddy.”
Ari growls, head dipping down as he nips and kisses up your neck, tongue peaking out and trailing up your jaw and finally to your lips, “Oh honey, you don’t have to ask me twice.”
THE END 
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enchantedsoulofmine · 2 years
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Missed you...
Chris Evans x Wife!Reader
Summary: Chris surprises you and your son Caleb by coming back home after four weeks as he was away filming his new movie.
Warnings: Romance between a husband and a wife/ Its fluffy/ Smut? No that detailed or heavy/ Grammatical mistakes because english is my second language.
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You were sitting on the couch watching Mickey mouse with your three year old son Caleb. You kinda got used to watch Mickey Mouse as your son loved that show and sometimes watching Mickey mouse was a mother-son bonding time.
Chris has been away for filming his new movie. You and Caleb missed him a lot. He was only away for four weeks but those four weeks felt like a decade to you both. For the first few days, it had been very difficult for Caleb to go to sleep as he wanted his daddy to read bedtime stories.But he calmed down when you told him that his daddy will come to him very soon and when he will come, he will bring a Mickey Mouse soft toy.
Everyday at night, Chris face-timed you and you both would talk about your day and Chris would say goodnight to Caleb. You missed your husband a lot. And same went with Chris. He wanted to go home so bad that he even thought about quitting the project. He felt bad that you were taking care of Caleb all alone. When during face time, you tell him that Caleb was throwing a tantrum, he felt so guilty that you had to go through it all alone. But you always told him that he should not feel guilty like that. The sweet smile that you passed him always made him feel better.
Your phone rang and you picked it up from the coffee table. You saw that it was Chris who was face timing you. You felt a blast of happiness in your heart and picked up the phone. "Hello, baby" Chris' smooth voice reached your ears which made you smile. You saw some trees behind Chris,maybe he was in a park or something taking a walk."Hello Chris" you said giving him a sweet smile. "How're you baby?" He asked, wearing his cap. "I'm just missing my husband!" You pouted sadly, "aww,my love, i'm missing you too" he said in a sad voice. "How is Caleb?" He asked, "He is missing his daddy!" You said looking at your now sleeping child. "Tell him 'i love him' and i love you" Chris sent you a soft smile. "And i love you" you smiled. "When are you coming back home?" You asked, "Uhh...about that..." Chris took a pause and then started speaking again. "I have too stay here for one more week, love, i'm sorry" he said. Your heart broke and you felt like crying. You just missed your husband so much. "Chris" you sighed. "My love, i also don't want to stay here, i want to hug you, kiss you and i just want to be with my family" Chris mumbled sadly. You looked at your son and then sighed again. "Okay, bye Chris, i have to make lunch" you said. "Bye my love, taks care" he passed you a small smile and you hanged up the phone.
You started moving your fingers through Caleb's brown hair, which he inherited from his father. You were thinking about Chris and you went into a trance. The doorbell dinged and made you break out of your trance. You went to open the door sighing.
When you opened the door, what you saw literally made your eyes pop out. It was Chris. He was standing there passing you his charming boyish smile, his one hand holding his suitcase and the other holding a paper bag. You swung at him like a koala bear and smashed your lips against him. He kissed you back and pushed you inside the house. Chris closed the door,his hands trailing up and down your body. Gosh!you missed that feeling of his hands.
You both pulled away from the kiss, all breathless and with swollen lips. "Chris?" You breathed out surprised as he just told you few minutes ago that he was not coming home for one more week. "I wanted to surprise you baby, i guess i did a nice job" he winked at you which made you giggle. Gosh!Chris missed listening to that giggle of yours. "You did Mr Evans" you teased and he pulled you close to him by your waist. He just grinned and squeezed your Ass cheeks which made you slap his chest, a blush crept on your cheeks.
"Guess someone missed me a lot" you teased him and he just smirked. "Hmm...and who used to send me their nudes?" He teased you back. "Ohh, and who was that who used to send me their Hard cock's photos?" You smirked and tugged at his brown hair. "You gonna see how much i missed you tonight love" he growled and kissed you hard.
"Daddy!" A small voice broke your kiss and looked that your son who was running towards Chris. "Buddy" Chris picked him up and hugged him tightly."I missed you Daddy" Caleb said and kissed Chris' cheek. "Missed you too Buddy" Chris smiled at him. "And i got something for you" Chris set Caleb back on the floor and gave him the paper bag. Caleb impatiently searched the paper bag and pulled out a Mickey Mouse soft toy. He got so happy. He thanked his daddy and went and sat on the couch, playing with the soft toy.
"And you,Sexy girl... i'll give you your gift at night" Chris winked at you and you started blushing.
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k-evans-reads · 1 year
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Playing With Fire
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Chapter 21
Summary: After a change of heart nearly ten years into her career as a pediatric intensive care unit nurse, Ellie Maxwell has moved back home and returned to her old job at the local bakery, where the regulars are the firefighters from down the street. When sparks begin to fly between Ellie and the guarded, closed-off Chris, will anything come of it?
Pairing: Firefighter!Chris Evans X OFC Elizabeth “Ellie” Maxwell
Word Count: 3,248
By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour
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Warnings: SMUT. 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. We block minors!
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Ellie put the last of the groceries into the freezer, watching as the brightly colored Eggo box disappeared as she shut the freezer drawer. Turning around, her eyes found Hazel at the island, her legs kicking as she flipped through a picture book happily. “Alright Hazie, are you going to help me make dinner?” She asked, glancing at the pot of boiling water on the stove. 
It still felt wildly unfamiliar to be in Chris’ home taking care of Hazel without Chris, but as the weeks had gone by, they’d fallen into a rhythm. Chris worked his normal schedule, being gone from Thursday mornings to Saturday evenings, while Lisa and Ellie split caretaking days. And it certainly didn’t hurt that today was a special Friday, one on the cusp of a weekend away for all of them, and one where Chris’ arrival home was imminent.
“Can Mr. Duck help too?” Hazel replied, reaching for the well-loved – and worn-out – looking duck toy next to her. 
“How about we have Mr. Duck supervise us. I’ll put him right here where he won’t get dirty,” Ellie smiled, reaching to put the duck on the counter, a good distance from the stove. “Can you grab the box of spaghetti?” She added, pointing to the pantry.
Hazel followed her instructions, but when she came out of the pantry a few moments later, ehr brows were furrowed in confusion. Ellie took the box from her when she held it up, but Hazel quietly informed her, “These aren’t the right ones.” 
“What do you mean, Hazie? These are spaghetti,” Ellie chuckled as she dumped the noodles into the boiling water. By the time the water was salted and the timer was set, Hazel had pulled a barstool over next to Ellie and climbed on top of it. 
“Daddy and Mommy always buy the green ones,” she said with a shrug.
“Oh do they?” Ellie asked, and when she remembered which box had the ‘green noodles’, she was outright impressed with Ashlee and Chris’ sly vegetable inclusions. “Well we’re just going to have a different kind tonight, but next time I’ll make sure I buy the right box.” 
Hazel nooded, her hand moving to play with the beaded bracelet she’d made at camp that week. “Can we have them tomorrow?” 
“Remember that tomorrow we’re going to take you to spend a few days with your mom,” Ellie reminded her with a smile, moving around Hazel to grab the jar of pasta sauce, opening it and handing it – along with a bowl – to Hazel. As Hazel silently dumped the jar of sauce into the bowl, almost emotionless at Ellie’s mention of Ashlee, she asked the little girl, “Are you excited to see her, Hazie?” 
Hazel was quiet for several long moments, watching as Ellie took the bowl and put it in the microwave. “Yeah, I miss mommy,” she finally admitted, near silently.
“I heard that mommy tried to call you and you told daddy that you didn’t want to talk…” Ellie mentioned, remembering the surprise in Chris’ voice when he told her about it earlier that week. A frown appeared on the five-year-old’s face as she shrugged, looking down at her bare feet. “Hazel, why didn’t you want to talk to her?” 
“I dunno,” she finally answered, her voice small and meek. 
“Were you mad at her?” Ellie asked, watching the way Hazel glanced at her quickly before her gaze shifted away, instead landing on Mr. Duck. “You know that it’s okay if you were, honey. You can tell me.” 
“I guess so,” Hazel sighed with a shrug, her frown remaining. “She moved away.” 
“It’s okay to be upset, Hazie, but you still need to talk to her,” Ellie told her quietly, stirring the pasta quickly before she reached a hand out to hold Hazel’s. “Do you know just how much your mommy loves you?” 
“A lot…” 
“That’s right, and her moving didn’t have anything to do with you. She loves you like crazy and is so excited to spend the weekend with you,” Ellie smiled, dropping Hazel’s hand to play with her curly hair, tucking a stray strand behind her ear and fixing her braid. “And I know you’re excited to see her too.” 
Hazel was quiet as Ellie fixed her hair carefully, her brown eyes wide and upset as she confessed, “I miss mommy, I miss her a lot.” 
“Then you know what you need to do?” Ellie asked, her voice dripping with forced enthusiasm. “You need to tell her that and make sure that you tell her how much you love her tomorrow when you see her.” 
Hazel nodded, a small smile on her face. “Okay, I will,” she agreed, standing on one leg before she alternated to the other. 
“Now though I think you better try one of those peanut butter cookies I made while you were at camp and tell me if they’re any good,” Ellie told her, pulling the tupperware container of cookies to sit in front of Hazel with a grin. 
The sound of the front door opening echoed in the home before they each heard the sound of Dodger’s nails clacking on the floor, making Hazel scramble down to the floor to happily throw her arms around the dog and pet his soft fur and plant a big kiss on his head, making the sound of Chris’ laughter ring out before asking, “Hey do I get one of those kisses?” 
“Daddy!” Hazel laughed, squirming away from Chris as his beard tickled her skin.
“There’s my Hazel Bo Basil,” Chris smiled, crouching down as he hugged his daughter for the first time since early Wednesday morning. “How was camp today?” 
“It was fun, look at the bracelet I made!” Hazel excitedly told him, holding up her wrist and showing Chris the colorful bracelet. “Then Ellie took me to Target and let me pick out a new toy!” 
Ellie gasped just as Chris met her eyes and gave her an amused look, saying to the little girl, “Hazel! That was supposed to be our secret!” 
“As if I didn’t already know you spoil her like crazy,” Chris laughed, kissing Hazel’s forehead again and giving her one last squeeze – and tickle – before he stood up.
Ellie just playfully stuck her tongue out at Chris, making him laugh before he made his way over to her and finally got the kiss they both were eager to share. It didn’t last long, everyone getting into their dinner routine of Chris pulling out all the plates and getting drinks for everyone, Hazel getting the napkins and silverware, while Ellie finished the food and dished it up. 
With the warm weather, they took their meal out to the deck, enjoying the sunshine while they ate. Hazel had barely finished her last bite before asking if she could play in the sprinkler, Chris easily agreeing and moving to turn it on for her while she changed into her swimsuit. Hazel came running back out to start hopping through the spray of water while Dodger chased her. Both he and Ellie enjoyed the amusing entertainment and sounds of her giggling before they each sat back in their chairs after finishing the meal. 
“How did everything go today?” Chris asked her curiously, his voice low as his eyes followed the girl and happy dog.
“Good,” Ellie shrugged, twirling her fork around the spaghetti. “We had a talk about Ashlee.” 
His eyebrows raised in surprise from behind his dark sunglasses. “Oh did you?” He asked, reaching to take a sip from his wine. 
“She’s still working through her feelings and I think is just feeling upset about everything. She told me how much she misses Ashlee so I told her that she needs to tell her that when we drop her off tomorrow,” Ellie explained, giving him a soft smile of reassurance.
“Thank you Elles, you’ve just been… incredible through all of this,” he paused, shaking his head in awe. “And Ashlee recognizes that too. She said so when I talked to her on the way home.” 
Ellie raised her eyebrows quickly at the mention of Ashlee, giving him a slight frown. “I hope that conversation went well.” 
“It did. We were just figuring out where to meet tomorrow when we swap Hazel since we’re going to meet halfway,” he shrugged, leaning away from his empty plate and looking back out at Hazel with a fond smile. “I also talked to her about something else…” 
“That sounds a little ominous,” Ellie huffed out a laugh.
“No, it’s good,” he reassured her, pausing before he grinned slightly. “We had always agreed that neither of us would have anyone spend the night while Hazel is in the house, but we’re breaking that for you.” 
“Oh Chris, are you sure? Is Ashlee okay with that?” She hurriedly asked, her cheeks warming.
“We agreed that it’s not fair for you to help out so much with Hazel and then also not ever get any time to ourselves,” he explained with a shrug, a slight, brief smirk on his lips. “And I know that you’re going to say you don’t mind but I do. It’s not good for our relationship to never be able to be alone… and I miss you, Elles. I miss us being together.” 
“I do too,” Ellie admitted honestly, tilting her head as she watched him. “I can’t wait for our camping trip this weekend.” 
“God, me too. It’s our first time being alone since all of this started over a month ago,” Chris sighed, shaking his head.
Ellie raised an eyebrow, her voice dry as she replied, “Trust me, I know.” 
“Don’t worry, I’m going to make it up to you this weekend,” Chris promised, before he paused with a large smirk. “And then some.” 
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The promise was on the forefront of his mind, and Chris was determined to keep his word the next day as they drove out to a campsite. They’d already dropped Dodger off at Scott’s that morning, followed by handing off Hazel to Ashlee at a McDonald’s just off the highway about an hour outside of the city. And while they were filled with excitement, there was that overwhelming sense of peace Chris always felt when he was with Ellie, the feeling of her hand in his as they drove making him feel as if everything was right with the world. 
Their hands stayed connected as they hiked out to the lake, finding the spot Chris used to spend a lot of time at before Hazel or Ashlee were ever in his life and it felt so good to be back. They dropped their packs before Chris pulled out the good sized tent, getting straight to work setting it up while Ellie organized their cooking supplies and set them up neatly. 
Chris was so engrossed in setting up the tent that he didn’t even look over at Ellie until he was completely finished with it but once his gaze met hers, nothing else was on his mind. He found her sitting on a nearby rock, her shoes long gone and blonde hair starting to fall out of its ponytail. The baggy gray tee shirt clung to her glistening skin and those tiny spandex shorts showing off her long legs. 
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His voice was low and reverberated inside his chest while he told her with hunger in his eyes, “C’mere.” 
Ellie’s brows furrowed as she let out a short laugh, asking him, “Why?” 
“I think you know why,” Chris told her as he moved closer, coming to rest in front of her as she squinted up at him and into the sunlight. 
“I didn’t realize the woods got you so worked up,” she laughed as a sideways grin appeared on her lips. 
He shrugged, his lips pursed playfully as he simply replied, “They don’t, but finally having you all to myself does.” 
And Chris knew just how that was. The past month had been full of so many ups and downs, first with his emotions going for a roller coaster ride with finding out Ashlee’s news and then having to tell Hazel and have the fallout of her feelings that came after. Ellie had been nothing but kind and patient through it all, but the circumstances had only allowed them to be in bed together once, and it had ended up being quick with Ellie having to leave for the bakery soon after. 
It felt like heaven when his lips were finally on hers again without having to hold anything back, and by the way Ellie was rubbing her body up against him like a kitten, he could tell that he wasn’t the only one who had missed this. They kept kissing and kissing fervently out in the sunshine, the peaceful sounds of nature around them mixed with a few grunts that came from Chris’ lips and Ellie’s little sighs as he sucked on her bottom lip. 
He started walking her a little closer to the tent, his hands grabbing her shirt in the process and tossing it over to land on the nearby backpack, telling her, “You’re not going to need that.” His lips attached back to her neck while his fingers unclipped her bra, easily pulling that off, “Or this.” 
“Probably not these either,” Ellie smiled, hooking her fingers into her tiny shorts and shoved them down her legs, leaving Chris feeling as if he was going to pass out, getting to see her naked frame glistening in the bright sunshine. 
He walked them backwards as she met his lips, her hand keeping his face pressed to hers as they entered the tent. She only broke away from his lips to zip the flap of the tent, and once she turned around, his heart began racing. Chris was internally thankful that he had the foresight to pump up the air mattress at the same time he set up the tent, already having Ellie laying out on it, her blonde hair falling around her face while she reached out for him. 
“God, I missed you like this, Elles,” he practically panted as he looked at her, seeing the desperation in her eyes. 
But she didn’t get a chance to respond to him, Chris not being able to wait any longer to lower his face down, pressing his lips along her thighs before he reached his destination. He loved hearing the hitch in her throat when he placed a tender kiss right above her slit while he wrapped his thick arms underneath her legs, snaking them around to hold onto her hips. Chris could feel his own desire pressing hard against his shorts but he pushed that from his mind as he dove in in one swift move. 
A shiver ran down his spine and he wasn’t sure if it was from getting to finally taste her again, hearing the sharp gasp that came from those beautiful pink lips, or the way her back arched in response to him. He tightened his hold on her hips, pulling her lower half even tighter to him, letting his tongue rub along every part of her warm core and only making the temperature in the tent get hotter. 
He didn’t let up, meticulously moving his tongue up and down just the way she liked, causing Ellie to wriggle and writhe underneath him. Chris almost forgot how sensual she looked when she was this way, thighs clenching tightly around his shoulders while her back kept arching and falling like the crashing of the ocean waves. He loved the feel of her soft skin against his touch while her melodic cries filled his ears, her body clenching and inviting his tongue to go wherever it pleased. 
Normally he loved to bring her to her peak this way, getting to kiss her soft body as she came down from her high and slowly move into easing inside her, but this time was different. They both wanted each other, and they wanted it bad. He knew there would be more than enough time for romanticism, tenderness, and slowness, but he wanted her fully cognizant, desperate, and needy for him, and that’s exactly what he got when he pulled his glistening beard away from her. 
“No, no, please baby,” she whined, her hands moving helplessly towards him. 
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to leave you hanging, sweet girl,” he promised with a smirk, leaning down and kissing the closest patch of skin and earning a sharp intake of breath. 
He watched the way she rubbed a hand along her face that was tightly screwed up, her body begging him for more. Chris was absolutely throbbing as he gazed at her, peeling off his clothing as quickly as he could and got back to pin her underneath his broad frame. He started nipping along her shoulder while he used a hand to line himself up at her wet entrance and pushed in gently, knowing that she might need a moment to adjust but when Ellie just whined and rolled her body up against his, hands clutching at his neck, he knew that she was more than ready. 
Chris began to find a steady pace, using his effortless strength to snap his hips in hard and deep with each thrust, causing Ellie’s fingertips to dig into his shoulders from the deep pleasure. He could barely hang on himself, it had been so long since he was tucked deep inside her warm inviting walls that hugged him so tightly. He needed this – no they needed this and their ragged breath informed one another just how much. 
“Elles, I can’t,” he grunted, pausing as he let out a shuddering breath. “I can’t make it much longer.” 
As if replying to him, her legs wrapped around his firm backside and only pulled him into her even deeper, wordlessly saying she wanted whatever he was going to give her. He tried to steady his breathing and keep going but God, she just felt so fucking good and the way she was moaning was something he knew he wouldn’t soon forget. He kept thrusting firm deliberate thrusts while bringing his hand down so that his thumb could start rubbing quick circles against her sensitive clit, making her whole body grow rigid as she clung to him. 
He tried to hang on but just couldn’t handle the sensations, unable to stop himself from spilling out his white hot essence inside of her with a strangled “Fuck,” as he did so. Chris’ breathing was uneven and his hips were still but he kept working at her clit, only having to give a few more tight, pressing circular motions to have her body tightening up before finally having that mind blowing release that was written all over her beautiful face. 
But now, as he gently pulled his softening length out of her and they caught their breath, he got what they had missed out on earlier. Chris laid down next to her and got to pull her sweaty body up against his own, kissing at the top of her head while he just held her, loving nothing more than feeling her tucked inside his embrace. 
He was halfway to sleep when he felt Ellie move her head against the sweaty skin of his neck, and her voice was quiet as she asked him, “So is this a good birthday present? Even if it was a little delayed.” 
“The best.”
A/N: Only two chapters left! We can't wait for you to read more and would love to hear your thoughts.
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aaintgood · 2 years
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Night night!
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summary : chris was supposed to let both of your to sleep, but instead he fell asleep first.
pairings :
chris evans x daughter!Elyse x actress!girlfriend reader
warnings : maybe swearing?? Idk this is pure fluff :))
Letting your daughter sleep won't be a problem, Chris thought to himself.
But boy was he so wrong.
"I'm so sorry baby, but i have to come home late, later, are you fine with that?" you asked through the phone on FaceTime with him.
He smiled softy before nodding his head, "ofcourse!" he said.
"Okay, but babe! Make sure to not give her candies before sleeping! You know your daughter she's very hyper like you."
Elyse is a smart girl, she would do anything just to not go to sleep and by that she would use her puppy dog eyes, sometimes it would work for you but for Chris, it always works for him!
One, "Daddy! Please?" hand clasp to her chest, with the matching puppy dog eyes and he's up doing whatever his daughter wants.
"All good, Bae─ oh! Elle say hi to mommy, babe," Chris knelt trapping his daughter to his arms while she looked at the phone, seeing your face on the phone her face brighten up immediately.
"Hey Pretty Girl!" you cooed smiling at your precious angel, Elyse returned the smile her mother gave her, "Hi Mi!" she said with her baby voice.
"Mommy won't be home early, bub, but dada is gonna take care of you, listen to him, okay?" you asked while she had an evil grin painted across her pretty small face.
"Otay, mama!" she responded happily.
"Alright, be good." you sent her a flying kiss while chris stood to let the litte girl play, "Baby, I'm sorry! I know your busy."
"What? No, i can handle it, love! Don't worry too much. Plus i don't have interviews at nights, don't be silly!"
"Thank you bubu, I'm so lucky to have you." You smiled at him lovingly,
"I love you."
"I love you more, baby." he said before saying your goodbyes and ending the call.
A minute or so, Chris phone goes off then came into view a caller i.d before it was ringing loudly.
"Sorry, I can't talk right now! Text me later!" He said to his manager before ending the call not letting her speak.
Later on he received a message and sighed very loudly before replying back.
what do you mean about declined all the interview invites, i won't join them?
Chris snorted hearing his managers voice saying this, causing Elyse to come up to him curious on what he's doing.
I'm busy, Can i just do it next week, thanks!
He replied before throwing his phone to the side and scooping the nosy Elyse into his arms hands on each of her sides tickling her.
"No─no, dada, s-stop!" Elyse said between her giggles while moving around to escape from her father.
"Okay, princess." Chris stopped tickling her, Elyse remains sitting on his lap, both of them sat on the couch playing and talking to eachother for hours while watching their favourite movie.
Checking the time from his phone, it was almost Elle's bed time, so he stood up the little girl still on his arms.
"Okay, time for bath!" He sing song, turning off the television walking upstairs to his daughter's room to grab her pajamas.
The bath was chaos! Elyse we're splashing everywhere causing him to get wet and changed into his pajamas, but the litte girl had different plans.
"Hey, da? Match jammies!" Ely runs to her closet causing chris to chuckle, "Fine!" he agreed, getting the matching onesies his daughter was pointing at.
Elyse's night routine was done, so was chris', both had moved to the living room to cuddle to the sofa to watch their favourite movie, "Buzz!" the young girl squeals seeing the animated character.
Throughout the movie chris was slowly drifting to sleep, tired, when he felt a small tap on his lap, "Dad, want namnam." pouted elyse.
Chris let's out a deep chuckle before nodding, standing up going to the kitchen with a little girl following behind.
"Up!" Raising both of her arms up in the air, demanding to sit in the counter.
Scooping her up and placing her carefully to the counter he leaves a quick kiss on her cheek, "love ya, bug."
Opening a cabinet he gets out an pancake mix, he prepared everything before it's all settled up and ready to be cooked. The pan was already set, he was now busy finding one special thing!
Elyse let's out a giggle "Butter?" she asks her cute little boston accent showing, she points at the other fridge while chris sent her a loving smile while getting the butter from the other fridge, giving Elyse small glances watching her so she won't fall.
A hour has passed, you weren't home yet, Chris and Elle had finished eating the pancakes he cooked, they we're now cuddled up in both you and Chris' bed, reading a story.
"Dada, em not sleepy!" Elle pat his sleepy father's cheek softly, "No no! sleep here," she pouted while chris just sighed nodding his head standing up.
It was almost three A.M when you got home, walking inside the house thinking both of them we're asleep, you we're wrong! The both we're nowhere to be found around the house, moving to the kitchen you saw the unwashed plates and a pink princess tent set up in the middle of your backyard.
You spotted the tent inside the house from the window by the sink, walking out of the house with your dogs trailing behind you. Seeing the fairy lights hang around the tent your confused gaze turn into a grin.
Slowly you opened the pink tent and saw the cutest view ever! Grinning ear to ear, you grabbed your phone and took a quick picture.
Chris was cuddled up with Elyse, a pink fury blanket covering them up, you moved closer to Chris softly tapping his cheek while he let's out a small groan, his head shot up looking around confused until his eyes met yours.
"Hi," you whispered softly to him helping him lay back down carefully, "Hey?" he replied sleepily. "Had a good sleep?" humming in response, you leaned down giving him a quick kiss on the lips while caressing his cheek.
Snaking an arm around your waist you layed down beside him, hugging him and Elyse, kissing your forehead to your nose then your lips, pulling away placing a hand covering his mouth.
"Night night," said a sleeping Elyse who was sucking her thumb finger, both of you and Chris chuckled, moving closer to him you and Elyse trapped Chris in a sandwich before you dozed off to sleep so comfortable.
Chris chuckled, kissing both your foreheads moving you both closer squeezing him to life...
Chris smiled sweetly closing his eyes.
With both of you beside him he was at peace, he was resting. You and Elyse we're his safe place.
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austinswh0re · 1 year
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Pov: Your instagram, but you’re married to Chris Evans
Warnings: pregnancy, fluff, dad chris 🥲
I love reading these, but i can literally never find any so hopefully you enjoy this!😭
YnEvans
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my boys💙
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ChrisEvans: And you’re our girl!💙
user1254: this is so cute i cannot
user3678: sobbing on the floor rn.
ScottEvans: We miss you guys!!
YnEvans: replying to ScottEvans: Miss you more!
YnEvans
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my baby fever is through the roof. Baby Evans soon?
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ChrisEvans: You can count on that
robertdowneyjr: We need an avenger baby!!
SebastianStan: @roberdowneyjr I second that!
user1582: OMG PLEASE
ScarlettJohansen: I’m begging you to have a baby at this point
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Surprise…Baby Evans coming soon!
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Me and Chris have been trying for a baby, or in this case, babies, for some time now and a few weeks ago our dreams came true. Thank you for everyone who has been there for us during this journey. We love you all!❤️
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let the countdown begin.
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Our last night as a family of 3🥹
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ChrisEvans: I love you
ScarlettJohansen: So excited!!
ChrisHemsworth: ❤️❤️
user1254: AHHHHH
robertdowneyjr: Hoping all goes well❤️
YnEvans
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Welcome to the world
Introducing: Skylar Nicole Evans, and mr. Ryder Scott Evans💙
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ChrisEvans: So incredibly proud of you sweetheart
robertdowneyjr: Congratulations❤️
ChrisHemsworth: congrats you two!
Scarlettjohansen: AHHH!! so happy for you guys!
Hiii!! I know not everyone is too fond on the whole pregnancy thing but dad Chris lives in my head rent free, I will be posting a part two to this, of the twins growing up, i hope you all love this just as much as i do!
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cevansbaby-dove · 7 months
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I just feel so soft about Chris becoming a dad omg 🥹
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No he's not a dad yet but i hope he finds the girl of his dreams, gets married and has the big Boston family he's always talked about 🥺
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nothazellevesque · 15 days
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honestly christopher is so cooked this season. he has the two most batshit insane idiot clowns (and maybe carla but is she even confirmed to be in any episodes this year?) trying to give him relationship advice. he needs help asking out his crush and his two options for advice are eddie “had a panic attack so severe he thought he was dying at the thought of having a future with a woman” diaz and evan “recovering sex addict who ignores red flags like he’s red/green colorblind” buckley. this kid is about to have the most unhinged first date of all time and we as the audience are going to have a ball watching it unfold
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f10werfae · 1 year
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Baby Name List
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pairing: Cowboy!Chris x Girlfriend!Reader
summary: Chris finds out about Y/n’s baby name list, and wants to put some of them to good use ASAP (girlboss!reader) (emotional Chris)
Chris Masterlist, Full Masterlist, Library blog: @f10werfaes-cosy-collection
likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated♥️
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“Don’t you jus’ look fuckin’ adorable pumpkin” Chris swooned bringing his two hands to his mouth and letting out a loud whistle, tossing his hard hat, with it skilfully landing on its holder. His hands came to settle on his belt buckle, his boots clanking against the wooden floor as he approached his girlfriend, who was in nothing but one of his red plaid shirts. “Well aren’t you home early honey” She smirked, her lips red with her usual lipstick.
“Cant stay away from my sweet pie from too long, ya know me” He chuckled settling onto the leather couch beside her, his arm settling around her shoulder and landing right atop her breast, with it barely covered by the clean fabric. “How was the ranch today bubby, wasn’t too hard on ya was it?” She giggled looking up at him, kissing up his neck as she felt his hand bounce her tit in his hand and squeezing it lightly.
Chris just shook his head, nuzzling his nose against her cheek, his overgrown beard just rubbing against her skin roughly just how she liked it. “Jus got a new shipment in from North Dakota-“
“DAKOTA- right hold on big man, gotta put that name on the list” She squealed wiggling in her seat, tucking herself closer into her man’s chest, “What list baby? a vacation list? Cause let me tell you what’s in North Dakota-“
“Not a vacation list bubby, look, it’s a baby name list” She smiled clearly proud of herself, tilting the screen to show him the array of names listed on her phone, each section divided into each gender and what ones were her top 10. To her this was normal behaviour, she always wanted to be a mother and she knew damn well that her own Cowboy Chris would be the one to fulfil that.
“A-a baby name list sugar?” He asked shocked, his breath catching in his throat as his arms tugged themselves tighter around the woman in his arms, a sense of warmth and relief erupting in his heart. “Mhm, and nope it’s not up for debate cowboy, cause I know damn well you’d name her daisy or something- Wait Daisy isn’t a bad name actually” She rambled vigorously typing on her phone once again,
“You’re doin this, for our babies? Like together?” He said softly stopping her hands, causing her eyes to furrow and look up at him, “Well course, i’m hardly planning to get impregnated by another man, don’t ya want kids with me?” She snarked turning to look at him, only to laugh when she found him dazed and dreamily looking at her.
Chris’ body shuddered and grew angry at the thought of some other bastard claiming his woman, but that feeling quickly faded away by his new revelation. She wanted babies with him. “Careful honey ya might start droolin” She smacked his face lightly, before leaning in and pressing her red lips against his pink ones, pulling away to see his cheeks flushed and his hands bringing her in for another hot smooch.
“Fuck yeah I want kids with you angel, want kids with you so bad, want the white house and the picket fence n’ all that horseshit. Jus’ didn’t realise ya wanted it with me too” He breathed out, his hand mindlessly still rubbing all over her naked torso, finding itself rubbing over her stomach which he now realised would house their future. “You can be so stupid some times” Y/n laughed kissing up his neck, her hands directing his back to her breast; she always loved him just touching her body at any point, it didn’t matter what he was doing.
In fact it was quite normal to see the usual stoic Cowboy giving his long-term girlfriend foot-rubs, kisses everywhere and hugs every single second, not exaggerating. “But we can’t name her Daisy, we named the new calf that a few days ago, can’t have my babygirl twinnin with a calf” Chris grinned picking up her phone, looking at the names himself, laughing to himself every time he’d see a Disney reference.
“Well if ya would hurry up we’d have probably used about 20 of the names already bub” She pouted snatching her phone back, “That a promise?” He raised his brow looking at her, a smirk on his face as he looked down to see her exposed pussy starting to glisten with her wetness; “I say we start with the names, Myla and Mason” He whispered looking at her eyes which we now wide accompanied by a giddy smile on her smudged red lips. “Give me twins then, cowboy” She taunted tugging on his chin to bring his lips to hers, her hand guiding his to her clenching hole, starting their own rodeo of madness.
“Pumpkin ya really want this with me don’t ya? Already dreamin of bringin the tiny things to the ranch n’ teachin’ them howta ride a horse” He chuckled into her neck, his fingers continuing their assault on her bud as she uncontrollably bucked her hips up to meet his fingers. “W-want it so bad Bub, need it” She sighed out feeling his fingers enter her snug hole, the zipper on his washed out jeans being pulled down as she noticed how much they had strained against the bulge of his shaft.
“Do- Do you want this with me Chris? Tell me now, before we bring a life into this” She said meeting his eyes, her lip between her teeth trying to hold back a moan; as much as she wanted a baby so desperately, she needed to know her baby would receive love from both its momma and daddy.
“I don’t know what else I could want more pumpkin” He smiled kissing the corner of her lips, his body stiffening once she released his cock from his underwear, its red bulb shining against the light. Her thumb ran over his slit before her hands wrapped themselves around his cock, fisting it slowly and passionately; their lips still locked lovingly. “I’m not knockin’ you up on the couch baby, no way in hell, we doin’ this the proper way” Hesitatingly he pulled his lips away from hers, his lips tingling and already aching to be back on hers; in seconds he had picked her up by her thighs, giggles leaving her as she held on by his biceps.
He held her close on the bed, letting her straddle his lap whilst she cuddled into him, their bodies connected as one; his lips attached to her neck leaving behind bites of passion and ecstasy. “G’damn I love you so much baby, I-i’m not gonna last much longer honey” He breathed out against her neck, his hands splayed on her back to keep her against him at all times, their bodies providing each other heat.
“M-me too bubby, m’so close, can feel it right here to here” She whimpered pointing from her heart right to her wet centre, her lips crashing onto his swollen ones, their tongues meeting causing both their chins to become wet with each other’s saliva; a usual occurrence in this household. “I-I’m close, cum with me bubby , please” She gasped out holding onto his shoulders as she bounced faster on his cock, his hips thrusting up to meet hers.
“Don’t worry pumpkin, m’right here, on three alright? 1, 2 ,3-“
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“If you’re not pregnant by now, then that is a miracle in itself” Chris sighed moving some of her hair to behind her shoulder, her smile sweet and lazy as she just looked up at him as if he was some sort of treat. “I love you bubba, too much even” She whispered tracing a finger down his nose before booping the tip of it, giggling when he bit onto it playfully and wouldn’t let it go.
“You have my whole heart, but I still don’t think it’s enough” He whispered back nuzzling their noses together, his arms still enclosing their bodies together, her pussy clenching around his softened shaft every so often.
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sweetsbfreex · 2 years
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a special hat
Summary: It’s Fathers Day, and you get Chris a special gift! 
beta’d by @into-a-ship-or-2 (tysm! you make my writing so much better<3)
Warnings: none
Pairings: husband!dad!chris evans x black!reader (does not mean the exception cannot read)
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Chris and his hats were basically inseparable. 
To start off, they were stored and organized on custom-made shelves. It was one of the things Chris wanted in your current home, so he got it. In a section of your shared closet, every single hat sat on the illuminated-acrylic shelves. 
Through the majority, his reigning favorites were his blue NASA hat to the Marvel-themed caps, his favorite bands, and the variety of Boston hats were all sorted neatly.
He wore a hat everywhere, even at home, unless you begged him to let his perfect hair be displayed. His perfectly styled, soft, and fluffy  hair was something you adored about him. You loved running your hands through it as much as he loved feeling it. 
All of these were prime motives on how you would get your husband the best Father's Day gift. 
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It’s a Sunday morning in June; Chris’ second Father's Day. Normally, before Lina, the two of you would head over to in his parents’ first thing in the morning to spend Father's Day with his family. While there, he’d collect his gifts from his nieces and nephews and present his gift to his dad. But as of the past two years, the three of you would head there in the evening. 
You and Lina are in the kitchen. She sits on the counter adding chocolate chips into the batter as you stir it in. Chris is wiped out upstairs, sleeping like the dead after working overtime to get the day off with his girls. Not even the kiss you placed on his cheek before you got out of bed stirred him awake. 
You look at Lina. “I’m gonna cook the pancakes, all right, so I’m gonna set you down real quick, okay?”
Lina doesn’t make a fuss. Just nods and responds with an adorable, high-pitched ‘okay’. Her animated nod causes the barrettes at the ends of her two braids to clack together. She looks cute enough to squish in her outfit.
After waking her, you doll her up into a special graphic, blue onesie with a stitched blue tutu, and printed on it: My daddy is bearded, inked, and awesome. There’s a matching Father’s Day themed headband parked on the kitchen bench, instead of her head. Since Lina decided to yank it off every chance she got. 
For giggles, you wear biker shorts and a white tee with the text: if you are not Chris Evans I’m not interested. Knowing it's definitely getting a laugh out of him.
His plate, set on the bed tray, is already packed with three pieces of turkey bacon and pesto eggs; only the pancakes await. Above the plate is his ‘#1 dad mug’ you gifted him last year, that is filled with coffee. 
You griddle the pancakes, naturally turning around every few seconds to make sure Lina is alright. Each time, she’s drawing away on her easel, a bright blue marker clenched in her fist. 
When they’re cooked and divided among three decorative plates. On the highest pancake on Chris’ stack, in your best handwriting you write Happy Father’s Day in thick, chocolate syrup. 
 “They’re finished, do you want to see?” you look down at Lina.
“Yes!” she claps her hands together before raising them towards you. You lift her onto your hip. “Ooh” she coos, pointing to the decorated pancake. 
“Cute, right!” you enthuse, kissing her cheek. “Today is daddy’s day, so we gotta make it extra special.” 
“Dada!” She squeals, it seems that was the only thing she got. 
Once everything is packed onto the bed tray and Lina is on your hip (her head rested against your chest.) You carefully gather everything up and go upstairs. 
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Upstairs, you convey Lina to play the quiet game while also shushing Dodger, who’s up and excited at the presence of the two of you. Placing the bed tray on the bench at the end of the bed. 
Chris lays on top of the cozy duvet; guessing he overheated. You swear he was a furnace in his past life. 
He’s starfished, limbs out in every direction, except for the hand angled to lay on the opposite peck, causing his bicep to bulge naturally. His mouth forms the perfect, adorable O. 
He’s clad in his favorite sweats; his tattooed, sculptured upper body is unclothed. Standing next to his lying figure you can see Dodger, your name, and Lina’s tattooed on his chest. 
“Wake up, dada,” you instruct Lina in a hushed tone, leaning over Chris’ face. 
Lina knows exactly what to do when her chubby hands clasp her father’s bearded cheeks. Her little head bobs over him for a bit, before she’s blowing raspberries on his cheek.  
His eyes open and he sits up. His frantic manner causes Lina to pull away in a fit of hearty laughter. You assume she’s laughing at his open mouth and raised eyebrows, the shock on his face amusing. 
“Happy Father's Day to you! Happy Father's Day to you…” you sing to the melody of happy birthday, jostling Lina up and down as she claps and hums along. 
The way Chris’ face softened could soften even the coldest hearts. His lips pull into a soft smile and he doesn’t have the words to describe the way joy flares all over his body like fireworks. He feels warm and fuzzy, like in the numerous movies he’s starred in.
He’s watching his two girls sing, well;  one sings the other babbles along, singing to him in honor of Fathers Day. Dodger sticks by his side, licking the side of his face. He couldn’t be any more fortunate. 
“Happy Father's Day to dada—“
“Dada!” Lina interjects, promptly bringing out an infectious laugh from you and Chris. 
“We love you, we do!” You finish it off. 
You can see the corners of Chris’ eyes begin to glisten.
 “Baby, don’t cry” you hum, reaching your free hand to wipe the corners of his eyes. 
His hand reaches up to clutch your arm, “Sorry, I just—- this makes me happy. You guys make me so happy.” 
The crack in his voice causes a tug in your heart. Lina’s too, as she squirms out of your hold, reaching out for her father.  
You place a kiss on his lips before setting Lina in his hold. “I’m happy you’re happy. There’s a bit more though, are you gonna be able to handle it.” He chuckles delightedly at you and nods. 
You keenly watch as he lifts Lina in the air to inspect her outfit, her feet kicking in response. He pauses as he reads the words, then laughs heartily. Lina laughs along too. 
He kisses her cheek twice, “This is amazing!” Chris laughs once more before sitting her in his lap. Her back to his chest as he kisses her head and squishes her cheeks. 
His head lifts up when he notices the loaded tray in your hand. 
“Ta-da!” You present him with his special breakfast. 
His eyes wash over the turkey bacon, pesto eggs, his favorite coffee, and he thinks you’re trying to kill him when he sees the heart and the word dad etched into his pancake with powdered sugar. 
“Honey” Chris breathes in appreciation. “Come here” he holds an arm out, waits as you place the tray safely on the bed.
Once you're in his hold, his hand starts from your waist, then snakes up your back. Until it cups the back of your neck gently, his thumb moving in soothing strokes. 
His head lays in the crook of your neck, up until he turns to kiss it. The scruff sends tingles around your body. 
As much as Chris would deny it. He’s been looking forward to this day all week, by dropping hints about his excitement. It’s something he’s wished to celebrate for himself, for so long. And now that he can. He always wants to. 
He genuinely loves being a father –lives for it– just as much as he works to be the best husband to you he can be.
“I love you so much.” 
All the while, your arms wrap around his shoulder, squeezing him at his declaration.
You pull away, “I love you, thank you for being the best dad and husband” you peck him.  
“None of that would be possible without you.” Chris expresses, sincerely. 
“Ugh! You do this every time!” He only smirks, seizing your hand off his shoulder to kiss your palm. 
“Ready to eat?” you ask.  
So the three of you eat, including Dodger. With Chris’ good mood, he allows Lina to give a piece of turkey bacon to Dodger. 
Dodger nips it from her hand gently and slowly, just like he’s been taught. Lina squeals as she kicks her feet in excitement. 
Her cheerful mood doesn’t stay forever when she struggles with her training fork. Her pancake has been cut up by Chris, and she tries at first to get her fork through the soft cake. With the help of her father, she gets a few pieces. 
After a while she deems it a lost cause as she digs in with her fingers. She tilts her head back against her fathers chest, arm up, to offer a piece of her pancake. 
“Dada! Want” 
He takes it and moans over the piece like it’s the best thing on earth. When she offers you, you take it doing exactly as Chris does. 
She sits and chews, and tries to sneak a few to Dodger, which gets her a tender reprimanding from her father.
“I just realized I haven’t read your shirt yet.” 
You watch Chris’ mouth shape as he reads your shirt before he’s laughing like a maniac, one hand grasping his chest. 
“Baby, you are so adorable, you know that?”
His compliment sends heat to you cheeks, as you continue eating.  
When the three of you are done, it’s time for the next and final step of Chris’ second Fathers Day: his gift. 
“Are you finished eating?” You ask a while later, chuckling as Lina sits back against her father, hands on her full belly. “Because it’s time for your gift”
“Honey, you didn’t have to” Chris answers, watching you clean up and wiping Lina’s mouth at the same. 
“Oh please, I know deep down you couldn’t wait to see what we got you” You reply, sitting directly across from your favorite two, arms out with the gift between your hands. 
He takes the gift from your hand, setting the wrapped cube in front of Lina, before securing him to his chest as he bends forward to give you a chaste kiss. Then, sends one to his little girl’s head. 
“Do you want to help?” Chris asks.
Lina doesn’t need to be asked when she sees her father’s ample hands tear into the paper. She gets to work, squeezing the paper between her fists as she giggles. 
Quickly, the black gift box is uncovered. Eagerly he lifts the lid, pulls out the glittered tissue paper, and in the box sits a flat brim cap.
You sit there jumpy, excited to see what he thinks of his gift. It took you two weeks to come up with what you wanted on the hat and another to get it custom made with the design and his favorite fit of hats. 
He raises the baseball cap out. The visor, front half of the crown, and the closure are his favorite shade of blue. While the back half of the crown is white. 
On the front of the hat there’s a black patch, around it is the words in white, Best Dad In The World. With a blue circle in the back of the gold metal that sits in the center. In white, #1 Dad is stitched. 
When he twists the hat around, he sucks in a breath of air at the decoration. 
Lina’s hand print is stamped onto the back, in rainbow ink. At the bottom, today’s date is embroidered in red. 
Your heart breaks at the sight of tears rolling down Chris’ face. He’s a sensitive man, a tremendous softie, but his tears always surprise you.
“Baby…” you're at his side immediately, one hand between his shoulder blades, while the other rests on the cheek farthest from you. 
“You can’t help but top yourself every year, can you?” Chris teases, glazed over, gentle eyes looking at you. 
“Nope” you pop the p, as both your hands wipe his rosy cheek. Before you lightly squeeze his cheeks together, until his lips form a soft duck lip, and place a chaste kiss on them. 
“I think you may have created my all-time favorite hat.”
As it turned out, Chris hadn’t been joking, that hat became his go-to. Whether it was the house, a quick errand, or even later that day at his parents’, he sports it everywhere. 
He shows it off to all his friends and family, boasting about how great his wife is while simultaneously showing off his little girl's adorable handprint. 
The paparazzi love it just as much as you all do. After the news articles that arose the first time he was photographed wearing it. Many gushed about the thoughtful gift. 
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try-set-me-on-fire · 11 months
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national treasure Christopher Diaz
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sillymille · 11 months
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Eddie Diaz basically pulled an uno reverse on Buck for a relationship. Shannon and Eddie got married because of Christopher. And in Eddie's head, he was like, "Baby trapping=marriage."
So what does he do?
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THIS MAN WAS LIKE, "BECAUSE, EVAN, SINCE THIS IS THE ONLY WAY I KNOW HOW TO PROPOSE, I'M LEGALLY HOLDING YOU TO BE MY CHILD'S OTHER FATHER!!!"
This man has never known how to have a normal romantic relationship, and Buck's sitting here thinking a death doula truly gets him.
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iamharryhale · 7 months
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Buck and Christopher: *walking around, still very disappointed 6 hours after leaving the aquarium*
Eddie: what did you guys think a tiger shark was?
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