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brnesblogposts · 2 months

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lost dogs and chance meetings

pairing chris evans x reader

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Your family had decided to take a trip to New York, you had been a few times before as your parents had friends there. At the time you were young and blissfully unaware of the celebrity world, it was different now, people were always running into celebrities on the streets in the US. New York is home to many, as well as a hotstpot for work in the industry. You didn’t luck out however, but your trip in the US wasn’t over just yet.

Your family had decided to take a trip up to Massachusetts, to stay in a log cabin for the weekend. Being the huge Chris Evans fan that you are you insisted they stop to look around Boston, not only because you loved visiting new places, but a small part of you hoped you’d run into the Bostonian man himself.

You stopped at a restaurant for some lunch after driving up to Boston, Not too long of a drive but enough to make you hungry, you felt a bit carsick after the journey so announced you were just popping out for some air, “Won’t be too long” you stated. you decided on a short walk to calm down the nausea you felt.

You stood there wide eyed, the hound was staring you down as you looked at him perplexed. Surely not. There’s no way Dodger Evans was standing on the pavement across from you. It looked like him, you decided to go up to him seeing as this possible Dodger lookalike seemed friendly, Dodger or not their owner must’ve been frantic about their puppy’s whereabouts. The tag read “Dodger” and your eyes shot up wide “OH MY GOD.” your inner voice spoke, you flipped the tag over and surely enough there was a phone number, Chris Evans’ phone number. You took out your phone with trembling hands.

Writing out the message, “Hello, is this Dodgers owner? I found him wondering by himself and I have a feeling he’s lost” you sent it.

“Could you send me a photo of him? possibly with you, so i know this isn’t a scam.”

An odd request, but considering his status a valid one.

you took a photo of Dodger, half your face in it, of course you wanted Chris to know he was safe. You sent it with a message reading “He looks completely fine! no sign of injury or anything, just missing his dad I think.“ you sent it not thinking and then it occurred to you “dad”, he’s going to know you know who he is.

His body relaxed. Chris had taken Dodger to the park and got too distracted in conversing with an old friend to notice Dodger had got out. As soon as he did though, his chest felt tight and breathing heavy. Who knows how long Dodger had been wondering for, or if he had been picked up. He began searching, texting Scott and his sisters, to let them know. Soon enough there was a search party for Dodger.

Chris’s phone pinged. The text read “Hello, is this Dodgers owner? I found him wondering by himself and I have a feeling he’s lost” his body instantly relaxed, until it didn’t. This could be a scam, someone has somehow found Dodger and known who he belonged to they’ve taken the number from the tag and continued on. “Could you send me a photo of him? possibly with you, so i know this isn’t a scam.” without hesitation he responded. He needed to know Dodger was okay and whoever this was had his best interest at heart. The person had responded within seconds.

A sigh of relief escaped his mouth, Dodger is okay. His rescuer was.. beautiful.

“Thank you, could you send me your location? want to reunite with my boy ASAP”

You sent your location and a message to put his mind at ease, “I’ve given him some water from my bottle, poor guy was thirsty, we’re in the shade waiting now”

That made him feel better, you obviously cared about animals, and definitely had Dodgers best interest at heart. You were only a few blocks from him so he jogged, within a few minutes he saw Dodger and you at the end of the street at a bus stop.

You tried your best to keep your cool. Yes you were a fan, but you found his dog. You saw him in the distance running down the street and anxiety struck you, you pushed it aside.

Dodger instantly recognised his dad and ran into his arms as Chris knelt down to greet him, “Hi bubba! don’t ever do that again.” your heart melted at the greeting, you know if it was your own dog back home you would be a complete mess. After a good long reunion Chris looked up at you.

“Hi, Thank you, Thank you. You wouldn’t believe how worried I was when I noticed he’d got out of the park” he spoke, out of breath, considering he had just run 5 blocks. You stood there for a second, trying to compose a calm and collected response so as to not freak him out. “Of course! I have a dog back home and would hope someone would do the same thing if he got out” He smiled at your sympathising.

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joannaliceevans-fanficblog · 6 months

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Belong With You: Part. Two

A/N: I just wanted to give a quick shout-out to everyone that enjoyed the first chapter! It really did warm my heart and put a smile on my face.

The Light the Heat: Belong With You

The night went smoothly as Chris walked around his best friend’s home. His second beer of the night, chatting with old friends and whatnot. But something was missing and that was you. Things began to turn for the worse in the last few months. He tried to fight for you but it just wasn’t enough. The last thing he heard from you was “Grow Up.”

He didn’t want you to leave, but you did along with his pride and joy, Bailey Anne. He loved her but, to tell the truth, he wasn’t the most fabulous father.

He was away for months when you were pregnant—promotions, filming in different states or countries.

And this horrible other job he needs to get done.

When Bailey was born, he only had a few months with her. He did his best, but those two months went by and he was gone.

“CHRIS!” He heard his name, distracting him from his thoughts. He turned to see Jack rushing towards him.

“Jack-“

“Tara needs you. Meet her upstairs in the guest room at the far end of the hallway,” Jack said as he pushed Chris toward the stairways. Going up the stairways, Chris could hear Tara with her voice shaking. He immediately ran to the door and burst it open.

Tara quickly turned and looked at him for a moment.

“Scott, he’s here. I’ll let you go, and I’ll call you back.” Tara said as she hung up the phone. Holding in her tears, she took a deep breath and let it out.

“Tara, what’s going on? Jack told me-“

“Chris-I-there’s been an accident.”

“WHAT do you mean? Is Scott-“

“Scott is fine-“

“Then what is it? Tell me now because I do not like where this is going.” Chris said, feeling his heart start to race.

“Chris, it’s your wife and my sister. We must get to LA tonight.” Tara said that as she walked towards the front of the door, Chris stopped her.

“We are not leaving until-. “

“Chris, your wife is in critical condition. Bailey is fine; Scott and Steve are watching her. Now, we can’t waste any more time. She needs you and your daughter does too.” Tara said and went out the door.

Back at his house, Dodger kept looking at his dad while he packed some critical things like Bailey’s favorite toys that she left behind and things you might need in case.

Shanna and her husband were downstairs with Tara and his mother Lisa. He also was able to secure a last-minute private flight back to LA. As promised, Scott called every few hours to give updates. The last time Scott called, you were still in the OR, and Bailey was back at the house with Steve and his parents. Once he got everything, Chris put a leash on Dodger and headed to the front, where Tara was waiting.

“Scott called, and she’s still in the OR. That’s all that’s being said.” Tara said, leaning against the counter.

“What? What do you mean? There must be something! Do we have any idea how or what caused the crash? Bailey, where is she? Why haven’t-“

“Chris-“

He turns to his mother and frowns.

“She wouldn’t be in the hospital if I didn’t-“

“Chris, we understand. But she made that decision. You knew what pain you put her through! Do you know that she was alone!” Shanna yelled at her brother.

“Shanna-“

“No! CHRIS, YOU NEED TO HEAR THIS! I LOVE YOU CHRIS BUT YOU HAVE PUT THE ONE PERSON THAT COULD PUT UP WITH YOUR ASS FIRST. You don’t know how many nights I’ve cried with her because she needed you! But no, it’s either you’re out, too busy, and doing your stupid PR shit. Didn’t it EVER get to you that you have responsibilities?” Shanna yelled. Chris slammed his hands onto the counter.

“Yes, I’m fully aware-“

“THEN WHY! WHY PUT HER THROUGH THAT? Just be thankful she has a family that supports her. Do you know Chris? You have changed. You’re distant and listening to what Megan says instead of your family.” Shanna threw her hands in the air and walked away.

Chris looked towards his mother, who he hoped would protect him like she has always done.

“Your sister is right; your wife has been through so much, Christopher. The pregnancy was tough on her as well. You better hope to God that everything will be okay because from the sounds of it? It doesn’t seem that way. I swear to God, Chris if ANYTHING happens to her? Then you’re going to regret this for the rest of your life. A single father to a baby girl who you barely know isn’t a fair life to either of you.” His mother shrugged and went to the living room.

Then, he turned, and Tara was in front of him.

“Chris, I do have to agree with your family. I know I’m partly to blame for all this shit happening, but you can say “no.” But, of course, you chose your career over the woman you love. I love you, Chris, I do. But this is my sister here, and you broke her heart. You will prove to me that you love her and make things right. She may not forgive you, but you need to try your damn hardest.” Tara paused for a moment.

“Come on, we need to get to the airport. We have a long flight.” Tara finished and headed to the front of the house, where Lisa and Dodger were.

During the flight to Los Angeles, everyone on the plane was asleep. Dodger was lying on his lap, looking at pictures and videos of his wife and daughter. That bright smile from Bailey, his baby girl, warmed his heart. In the two months he was able to spend with her, he changed his life. He could place her down on his bare chest from the moment he felt her heartbeat, soft hair, and little coos.

Tears fell from his eyes, and he placed his phone down. Everything was falling apart: his life, poor decisions, and heart. The more he thought of you, the more his heart began to fall to pieces. He felt a hand on his shoulders, and he turned. Arms were wrapped around him, and he knew it was his mother.

“Ma-“ He barely said through his tears.

“I know, honey, I know,” Lisa told her son.

“Ma-“ Chris said before he completely broke down.

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f10werfae · 2 years

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Written on Polaroids

Pairing: Husband! Chris Evans x Plus size! Latina! Reader

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Word count: 1,380

Summary: Request with a filthy smut 😍 (no for real i need to now go say the rosary and pray)

Warnings: Unprotected sex, spit play, dirty talk, breeding kink, n idk what else 🤞

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Requests are open!

Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️

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(Chris' P.O.V)

I greeted the likes of Downey and Mackie as I got onto set, the loud shouts of production filling my ears

Heading into my trailer, pictures of me and my lovely wife were littered everywhere, pictures from our wedding day or when she brought me home to (Insert country)

I was blessed with such an amazing woman, don’t even get me started on her body.

Sitting by my desk, I took off my backpack, reaching in for my script notebook

“Ah shit” Instead of my usual green book, I was instead holding a fluffy pink book in my hands, how the hell did I make that mistake.

“Musta taken Y/n's by mistake” Throwing it onto the desk, something fell by my feet, my eyes instantly widening when I picked it up.

“That minx” Twirling the polaroid in my hand, a picture of us immediately after sex stared back at me, both our bodies covered but our faces still in that post-sex haze.

The back of the photo was dated “14/2/22 Valentines day with Chris <3”

Let’s just say my curiosity got the better of me and I wanted to have a snoop through her book, she wouldn’t mind right?

Ignoring the warnings on the front page, partly because they were in Spanish that was wayyy still too advanced for me. The first few pages were just her detailing what went on during the day, chuckles leaving me every time she complained about how i’d leave a dirty plate out.

Then came the pages where the dates showed I was away filming, these pages broke my heart. Details of her day without me, consisted of caring for Dodger, going to work and as she said “moping around”

“Woahohoho” Turning to the next few pages, my eyes jumped to random words such as ‘dick’ on the page sticking out. The dates saying the times I had come home after weeks away, multiple pictures of us post sex all over the double page spread.

“So this is what she does with the pictures she takes” I said out to myself, remembering the times she’d jump out of bed and ask to take a photo of us, more often than not, ending up with me asking for a separate copy to bring with me in my wallet.

Starting to read the first paragraph

“Within seconds of him getting through the front door, his eyes instantly bore into mine, a primal growl leaving him as he picked me up and dragged me upstairs to our bedroom.

His paws clawing away at my clothes, his face smothered into the crook of my neck placing kisses everywhere, leaving me breathless.

With both of us now naked, he placed a wet open mouthed kiss on my lips, all teeth and spit.

Dragging himself down my body to face my wet centre, he dragged a finger down my folds, instantly making me shudder.

He made a comment about wanting to be smothered between my thighs, always wanting to be between my legs, because that’s where he belonged…”

Deciding not to read further, I felt my cock start to ache in my pants, the thought of her filling my mind.

Stuffing her book back into my backpack, I rushed out of my trailer, shouting excuses of major migraines before bolting for my car.

All through the ride home all I could think about were her fleshy tits and kissing them as I pummelled my cock into her pussy.

Parking into the driveway, I rushed inside the house throwing the bag to the side, not announcing my arrival yet.

The sound of her playlist filled the house along with the smell of her famous Empanadas. Smiling to myself at the thought of it all, I sauntered into the kitchen, any pure thoughts I had flying out the window.

There she was, the love of my life, standing in nothing but an oversized shirt, swaying her hips to the music, is she seriously trying to kill me?

Turning around shocked her eyes widened before she greeted me, “Hola Papi? I thought you wouldn’t be home until late”

Dropping her makeshift microphone, her voice like music to my ears.

She walked over, her hands going around my waist as she looked up at me with those beautiful eyes of hers, my home.

“You are in trouble” I whispered, crooking my neck down to meet her lips in a passionate kiss, my hands holding onto her love handles.

“Eh? what’d I do my love?”

“This” I said grabbing her book out of my bag, in seconds she had snatched the book back and clutched it to her chest.

“It’s too late baby, I’ve already seen it” I pushed further, setting the book down away from the both of us, intertwining our hands as I lead her up the stairs.

“Now get on the bed, naked”

(Y/n's P.O.V)

Following his orders, I felt myself getting wetter as time went on, watching as he undid his belt and it all fell to the floor.

Reaching over to stroke him, he caught my hand, “Tonight, i’m taking care of you”

Laying back down he crawled over me, beckoning for me to open my mouth before spitting into it, then bringing me in for a sloppy kiss.

“You are so gorgeous” He beamed looking down at me, his hand caressing my cheeks before his attention went to my chest.

“God should I just knock you up? Make 'em even fuller? Make you a momma?” He whispered, groping one of my breasts in his hands.

A whimper leaving my mouth both from his words and touch.

“Please” I breathed out

“I haven’t even started yet and you’re already begging baby” He laughed, crawling further down, leaving kisses on my tits which were now glimmering in his saliva.

“I love this pussy of yours, fits me so well” He whispered out, placing a kiss right onto my clit making my legs shiver.

“Don’t even get me started on this thighs of yours, fuck I could just love on them forever” Hickies now littering my thighs as he teased closer and closer to my now aching pussy.

“F-fuck Chris” I moaned out, his tongue licking a stripe up my pussy, not letting down and just continuing to ravish it.

Wet filthy sounds filled the room along with our groans, and the occasional spank to my ass.

“Baby, i’m gonna cum” Holding onto his head, I started to grind against his face, groaning when he pulled away.

“You’re only cumming on my cock sweetheart, we both know that”

“Well fucking put it in then, coño”

“Patience or you get nothing” Running the tip up and down my slit, my hips bucked, a deep chuckle radiating through him.

“F-fuck sweets, I can feel your walls tightening around me, fits like a glove” He groaned out as he sank into me, his hands caressing my sides lovingly as he bent down to hover over me again.

Kisses placed all over my neck as he started to drive his cock into me, tears starting to brim as he shushed me gently, his forehead against mine while he placed kisses on my lips every now and again.

“J-just relax baby” He whispered out, one of his hands toying with my nipple before reaching down to circle my bundle of nerves, causing my legs to close in around his waist.

“Gonna fuck you so hard bub, make your pussy all puffy and swollen yeah?” He moaned out, bitting down on my shoulder as his thrusts became more frantic.

“Yeah baby, knock me up, wan’ have your baby Chrissy” Pulling his face up to meet mine, I swallowed his moans as our lips and tongues met in desperation for each otherwise touch.

“I’m cumming hun” I moaned out louder, his thumb now rapidly playing with my clit sending me into overdrive, “go on sweet girl, let it all out for me”

That was all that was needed to send me over the edge, his cum filling me up as we just lay there embracing each other, sensual kisses being placed everywhere.

“Hold on where are you going” I asked watching him get up and slowly moan as he pulled out, heading towards my bedside drawer.

“Polaroid”

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yeah idk I tried my best 🫡 Hope yall like it

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jessybarnes · 2 years

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Just To See You Smile

Title: Just To See You Smile

Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 902

Tags: Angst, fluff, crying, cuddling, Chris is amazing and Dodger is adorable, slight mentions of self-doubt, hurt/comfort, and I think that's it.

Written For: @ultimatechrisbingo

Square(s) Filled: G2 - Netflix and Chill

Beta(s): T. Thompson

Dedicated To: @wermadashatters on AO3

A/N: The photo of Chris kissing the hand is NOT mine. It belongs to @nixakimbo on Instagram. I added their watermark to the picture as well.

Title Card: Yours Truly

The phrase "I'm over today" doesn't even begin to describe how you feel.

Nothing has gone right since the moment you woke up. Your alarm didn't go off, you forgot to transfer your clothes to the dryer so they were still wet this morning, and to top it all off your computer crashed at work.

Tears of frustration slide down your cheeks and onto your shirt as you contemplated going to your parent's house instead of your boyfriend's. Chris was so good to you, almost too good, and you didn't want to burden him with your bad mood.

A faint tap on the glass brings you back to reality and your opportunity to not ruin your boyfriend's day slips through your fingers.

"Sweetheart?"

The sleeve of your sweater wipes your cheeks before you reach over and roll down your window. "I'm sorry." You're not even sure what you're apologizing for, but it feels necessary.

Chris frowns, concern evident in his eyes as he opens the door so he can be closer to you. He kneels on one knee and gingerly cradles your face in his big hands.

"Honey, why are you sorry? What's the matter?"

Fresh tears threaten to spill over your waterline as you gently shake your head. Chris patiently looks at you, his thumbs catch the ones that do fall and it makes the dam inside you break.

Sobs rack your body as he envelopes you in his arms.

"Shh, it's okay… I got you. You're okay. You're safe, baby."

He holds you like that, running his fingers through your hair until your cries are reduced to small hiccups. You pull away just enough to allow yourself the room to look at him. His eyes still show concern, but there are also other emotions in them like love and tenderness that are reserved only for you.

Chris kisses your lips softly and grabs your purse in his free hand, "come on, sweet girl. Let's go inside where it's warm."

He doesn't let go of you until you're sat down on the living room couch. Dodger immediately comes to greet you, and the way he nudges your hand with his nose makes you want to cry all over again.

"I'm going to go make you a snack and grab your favorite pillow and blanket, okay?"

You nod and bury your face in Dodger's fur as he settles in your lap. He smells like Chris, like home, and it's enough to provide you the comfort you need until your boyfriend returns.

By the time he's done, Chris has transformed his whole living room. The lights are dimmed, your favorite show on Netflix is queued up, there's a bowl of popcorn and a glass of your favorite drink on the table in front of you, and he's turned his couch into a makeshift bed.

He reaches down and tucks a lost strand of your hair behind your ear, "can I get you anything else, pretty girl?"

"Just you." Your voice is still shaky, but at least you're not crying anymore.

Chris doesn't hesitate. He maneuvers you so you're both laying down, your back pressed against his chest while Dodger lays at your feet. His fingers brush your bare arm while he uses his other hand to push play on the remote.

You're not paying attention to the show, but the low sound of it in the background is still comforting.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

His question hangs in the air, but it doesn't make you feel pressured. It has quite the opposite effect, making your feelings feel valid before you've even told him what's wrong.

"Just a lot of little things." You sigh, "today was just a bad day, you know? Everything felt like it was against me. I missed my alarm this morning, I'm dumb and didn't transfer my clothes from the washer to the dryer, so they were wet, and my work computer hates me. I got nothing done today at the office because it crashed and I'm pretty sure my boss hates me now too. I just wish I could start today over so I could stay home and spend it with you."

You lay your head on his chest and play with the chain of his necklace. The sound of his steady heartbeat keeps you grounded as the two of you just breathe together for a moment.

"I'm sorry you had a rough day sweetheart. I want you to know that not only are you amazing, beautiful, and talented, but you're also not dumb. Forgetting to switch your laundry is something we've all done. We're human, baby. It happens. And as far as your boss goes… I'm sure he doesn't hate you. You're a dependable, loyal employee and I'm sure if you explain what happened he'll understand."

You sniffle and nuzzle deeper into his embrace. "Can we just stay like this?"

"Sweet girl, we can do whatever you need to feel better. I'll cancel all of my interviews tomorrow too so we can have a lazy day indoors. How does that sound?"

You gaze up at him and smile. It's the first time today that you've done that and it only makes it wider.

"It sounds amazing, baby. I love you so much."

Chris kisses you sweetly, "I love you too, honey. You're my best girl, you know that?"

You giggle, "I'll always be your best girl."

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ilovefandoms102 · 2 years

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Missing You

Pairing: Chris Evans x Plus Size Reader

Summary: You miss your husband, so surprising him was in both yours and his favor…

Note: Inspired by this ask my bestie left me, hope you guys enjoy🤪

Also I hope I did this head cannon thingy right this is only my second attempt 🥲

Warnings🛑: porn with a little plot, husband!Chris, kind of angsty, smut(dom/sub aspects, unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of anal, oral(f), overstimulation, husband/wife kink(?), squirting, spanking,(one) slap)

First of all let’s start saying this was a completely last minute decision made after indulging a whole half gallon bottle of wine while sitting in the bath tub after getting off Face Time with Christopher. So technically, this was his fault.

He’d been away for a few months filming and promoting his new movie, leaving you alone with Dodger.

“I miss you so much,” you’d whisper to him late at night.

“I miss you baby, I wish I could hold you in my arms, cuddle and give you all the kisses.” he admitted, tears forming in your eyes.

“I would love nothing more.” you almost sobbed.

This was how you ended up taking a week off from work, booking the next available ticket to where your husband had no idea what was awaiting.

You reconsidered your plan when you couldn’t figure out how exactly you should pose for when he entered his room, everything you did felt too forced.

Chris was always raving about how much he loved your body, how much he loved seeing your naked, feeling your bare skin….

Shivers ran down your spine, only making your wetness cling more to your thighs as it dripped. You’d been so lonely without Chris, there was no way you could satisfy your needs without him. You needed his fingers, oh god his mouth…the wonders he could do.

You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t hear the door open, nor did you see your hot ass husband’s look when he saw you sitting on his bed naked.

Chris felt his pants immediately tighten, the sight of your beautiful body waiting for him in his bed made him feral. He hadn’t seen you, felt you, in so long he could have combusted right there.

“Look at that, my pretty little wife just couldn’t wait any longer?” he smirked, your squeal of surprise made him smile.

He slowly walked over to you, watching your naked body crawl to the end of the bed. God he wanted to just pounce, but no, he was going to take him time he swore to himself.

“Hi baby,” you greeted sensually.

It wasn’t minutes later he was equally as naked with your pretty ass perched on his face while he went to town on your pussy, the scruff of his beard only adding to your pleasure.

“Oh-shit!” you whimpered as you came for the fifth time, your thighs beginning to burn as your muscles clenched and unclenched from the intensity of your orgasms.

“That’s it baby, soak my face.” Chris growled while crudely slurping your cum.

You couldn’t recall when he’d moved you so your ass was in the air for him until he slammed his dick inside you, the burn of his girth almost made you faint. The squelching noises your pussy made as he railed into you filled the room along with your cries.

“Who’s fucking you this good baby?”

“You! You Chrisy!” you whined, pushing your ass back against him.

The loud slap of his hand colliding with your ass cheek made everything ten times hotter.

“I’m sorry…who?” he teased.

“My husband! You, my husband fucks me so good-fuck!” you sobbed while he laid a few more spanks down.

Chris loved seeing your ass all pretty with his hand prints, especially when he planned on taking your second hole that belonged only to him. He loved watching your ass bounce against him as he pounded into you.

“Chris! Baby-” you panted, arms giving out as your 8th orgasm took over.

He’d been so deep in thought he didn’t even realize you’d cum so much. Flipping you on your back, the fucked out look in your eyes made him smirk.

“Look how soaked my little wife is, just can’t stop cumming can you baby? Just love your husbands dick too much hmmm?” he taunted, bending down close enough for your lips to brush together as he entered you again.

Your eyes rolled back, fuck you felt so incredible. Going without this for months was pure torture. You knew you’d blacked out when Chris lightly tapped your cheek.

“You with me angel? Baby?” he called, his dominating tone off to make sure his wife was ok.

“Don’t stop Chrisy, I’m ok.” you whispered, smiling as you opened your eyes looking into his.

He kissed you fiercely, so in love with you he couldn’t explain it. He knew he was going to bust any second now, fill you up with his seed until your pussy got so full it dripped a mess on the sheets.

Your nails scratched down his toned back as he continued his rough movements. A smirk of your own appearing when you barely heard his little whimper.

“You gonna cum baby? Fill your wife up? Stuff my pussy so full of you baby? Come on Chrisy, I want it.” you whispered, Chris growling as he bit into the skin of your shoulder.

“Fuck baby, I love it so much! I love when you fuck me, missed it.” you whined, feeling his eyebrows furrow with concentration when he hit your gspot.

You screamed so loud he had to cover your mouth.

“That the spot honey? Choke my cock baby.” he hissed.

And you sure did when not seconds later your body locked up in a shaking, earth shattering orgasm. You squirted all over yourself and Chris along with the sheets.

Chris moaned as he let go inside you, shooting his seed inside of you as deep as he could push in.

After catching your breath, the two of you laid in each other’s arms. Fingers traced naked skin lovingly as your eyes memorized every feature of him, lips kissing softly. It was a complete 360 compared to the filth you two were just engaged in.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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chrisevansdaughter · 2 years

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Hey i just thought of a pretty basic request but reader is just plain said and overworked and literally just done and chris (boyfriend/fiance/husband or dad or brother or just best friend i honestly dm up to u lol) just comforts her? just lots of fluff and cuddles and comfort (and dodger ofc)

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Warning: sad feelings, crying, tiny hints of depression, overworked, overwhelmed, anxiety, self destructive behaviour in some ways. and just pure comfort.

Summary: Reader has a hard week at work and it just builds up and becomes too much to the point she retreats to the shell of herself and Chris is there to get her back to herself.

Did this happen a lot?

Yeah, sometimes more than you wanted to but you were one of those people that couldn’t just breakdown when it got too much, you’d have to wait until you were bursting at the seams.

Numb. Emotionally and mentally exhausted.

Communication of your emotions has never been your strong point, it’s been better since you’ve know Chris for the past 7 years, 3 of which was in a relationship. He was always the person who could get you to offload in a safe and non self destructive way.

You got home hours before Chris was due to be back from set since he was doing reshoots. You trudged through the house dumping all of your belongings from the day by the door, up to your shared bedroom, stripping off your clothes to chuck on one of Chris’ T-shirts and then just cocooning yourself in the sheets like they’d protect you from the world.

And hopefully your mind.

Chris had returned from set hours later confused as to why all the lights were off as if no one was in the house, but you were here, your car was here, your stuff was by the door.

Considering the fact that he had noticed recently how much more closed off you’d been, weather it was because you were anxious or just in your head about something he knew it wasn’t good for you if he left you in your head any longer it would become self destructive.

He jogged up the stairs taking two at a time going into your shared room, quietly and slowly as to not overwhelm you and make you fall into a deeper shell of yourself.

“Hey sweetheart, I’m here how was work today hmm?” He whispered as he kneeled down beside your side of the bed rubbing your hip though the sheets.

“It was.. I don’t know how to feel about it, it was just draining and- I’m so tired.. I just want to sleep forever in hopes that it will all just go away like a bad dream.. I’m - sor-ry.” Y/n whispered quietly sobbing as if she spoke any louder it would add fuel to the fire.

“Honey, it’s okay don’t apologise for this and it’s okay, I’m here. I’m always going to be here bubs.” He whispered getting in to the bed next to her. Engulfing her in a huge hug.

You just whispered in agreement just snuggling deeper in to his chest, his scent overwhelming your senses.

Home.

That’s what Chris was to you home always in the darkest days when your mind was against you, when it was too loud to handle. He was your safe space your home.

Time passed since your small conversation with Chris, you were still in the same position even in these moments Chris fell in love with you more than he did all those years ago.

“Bubba, how about we order some dinner since I know you haven’t eaten all day so how about we order your favourite and watch cars 2. How does that sound?” He murmured softly into to her ear.

“That sounds amazing, babe thank you so much love I’m sorry for all this.” Y/n replied guiltily

“You have nothing to apologise about short stack I love you so so much okay, I’ll be your home forever.” Chris said sincerely with love laced in every word.

It’s one of things that y/n loved about Chris that every word he said was true and with love.

Food was bad, movies were watched, more cuddles were had and most importantly comfort was given and y/n was okay, Chris comforted her and kept her safe and happier than she was just mere hours ago.

He was her home.

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doctortwhohiddles · 2 months

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Plus, if he got married for PR, he and Alba would be talking to the press all the time. You're not going to fake 2 wedding ceremonies for PR only to never talk about it../

This is what they don’t understand. They keep screaming it’s all PR but neither of people involved are selling it as. They are not talking about it, posting etc. He posts Dodger while she’s on holiday with friends and it’s suddenly they are dropping breadcrumbs they have separated. He’s at a comic con and he has sad eyes and apologised with his eyes. They are seeing /hearing what they want too because they just can’t believe he’s married. Now if it lasts its lasts, if they seperate they separate it’s their business. What are PR going to do if they are still married in 3 years time. If say they do seperate by the end of the year you just know PR will scream in caps “we told you”.

For people in a parasocial relationship like the Delulus, everything the object of their obsession does is PR. And I mean everything. That includes every day stuff that everyone does like going to the grocery store, hanging out with friends, going to work, etc. They see Chris as a product, they don't see him as a human being.

If Chris and Alba do split up, the Delulus will cry victory and act the same towards his next girlfriend. And then they'll compare her to Alba and say she was much better for him. It's not Alba they hate, it's the fact that Chris doesn't belong to them.

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majaloveschris · 10 months

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Hey Maja! I hope you’re doing great!

So I sent this to @nothingtoseehereandthere but I wanted to share with you too, because I value your input🥰 and I really hope you see this and share your thoughts.

Can I add something about this new brown coat white shoes talk?

So that blog and the anons on there are speculating that Alba was on set of ghosted with that brown coat. Okay. So the only pics they have of Alba with a brown coat is on set. On set that she wore for a character. So that coat belongs to the wardrobe department. Does that blog and their anons really believe that Alba then took that coat with her as a "souvenir" and later wore it on set of ghosted while visiting?

If an actor/actress ever wants to or ends up taking something of their character's from a film set production, it's not going to be a mundane everyday item, like an easily accessible coat that can be bought from a store.

For example-

When Chris played Captain America, he didn't end up taking Steve's baseball cap or glasses used for disguise. Chris said he took the whole Cap costume and shield.

Just some food for thought.

ALSO something to add- some cast members of Harry Potter wanted to take their wands and they weren’t allowed to. So it’s not that easy for actors to just take anything.

Hi, thanks for your input! I didn't plan to talk about this whole coat debate, but I also want to share a few thoughts and why I think it's not her.

I'm not so sure if it belongs to her character. I didn't see the movie, so I don't know if her character wore a coat like that or not. Obviously, if it's not hers, she clearly didn't take it home with herself. And I also agree that she wouldn't take something so simple from the set; it's just a coat, nothing interesting, or nothing she can't buy.

However, to me, that woman's coat looks different than Alba's. I think the one Alba is wearing looks darker; maybe it's because of the filter, but still. There are buttons on Alba's, while I don't see any on the woman's.

I also don't think the shoes look exactly the same. Alba's has a thicker sole. And you can clearly see that the woman in the Dodger picture has bigger feet than Alba. So the shoe size also doesn't match.

And most importantly, you can clearly see that the woman in the Dodger picture is way taller than Alba and has a completely different body shape.

It's not her. And it's really tiring that people think every single woman is her. She isn't the only woman around Chris, especially when he is working. Not everything is about her, but a lot of people make it out to be.

Thanks @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory for the pictures! ❤️

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fictionalmenownmyheart · 2 years

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4th of July • chris evans

Requested by: @nickie-amore

Once again another great request asked by @nickie-amore, I hope I do it justice and incorporated everything you envisioned. Please let me know what you all think of it if you would like, either directly on the post or you can always message me privately which ever you prefer if you want to. I tried my hand at 3rd person because that’s the only way I could write about Chris before (Y/N) comes into this physically, I’m definitely better at first person, not by much, but I do find it easier for me. Also I just wanted to say I hope all Americans have a lovely 4th of July, I hope you enjoy this and if you’re not American I still hope you have a good time reading this.

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warnings: none that I can think of?

Chris Evans x fem!reader

Word count: 1.8k

(Y/N) and Chris had met on set of one of her first ever big roles, she was used to doing smaller roles but this was the film that had become her breakthrough into lead roles and Hollywood level acting.

(Y/N) and Chris had hit it off instantly. The friendship they had managed to build on set translated off the screen as well and many fans were speculating whether romance was blossoming between the two of them.

It wasn’t until two years later that they were both asked to be the leads in a new upcoming romantic comedy where the chemistry really came out and was the actual start of their relationship romantically.

Now, four years later (Y/N) and Chris were happily married and both in a good place in their careers. Jobs were being lined up and both were still as happy as they were when they had began dating.

Chris was currently at his home sitting in the living room with his brother Scott, who had come around early to help set everything up for later, each on one end of the sofa watching TV and Dodger sat patiently by their feet. After filming Lightyear, coming home to be with his family helped him relax and was just what he needed before he got ready for his next big project that wasn’t going to be until another 8 months time. He had a few minor promotional appearances and interviews he had to do in the months before that to keep himself busy before the project would get underway.

(Y/N) and Chris make sure to FaceTime at least every night, if either or both of them happened to be away, and if they can’t then they would always let the other know if they’re busy and postpone it until another day. Because (Y/N) was still filming after 6 months and Chris hadn’t seen her since two months ago when he went to visit her whilst shooting her film he was excited to hear her voice after missing her on this particular weekend they’d annually take time off work to spend with each other and their family.

Chris pulled his phone out of his pocket and clicked on (Y/N)’s name in his phone and stared at his reflection as he waited for it to connect. She doesn’t pick up.

That’s odd, he thinks as he furrows his brows, (Y/N) always picks up first time.

He tries again and the same thing happens. He sighs and reasons, maybe she’s busy.

“Shit, she’s not picking up!” His emotions begin to get to him, leaving him feeling worried and agitated.

Scott doesn’t need to ask to know who Chris is talking about. “Hey, calm down. It’s going to be okay. You can always celebrate with her tomorrow.”

“It’s not the same Scott. It’s supposed to be today. It has to be today.” Chris’s mouth grows dry as he tries to swallow down the worry he’s currently feeling deep within the pit of his stomach.

She’s okay, she has to be.

He knew he was being unreasonable and what Scott was saying made complete sense but even if he couldn’t be with her today in person he still wanted to see her beautiful face and hear the soothing notes of her voice even if that was just through a mobile phone screen. She was his home, (Y/N) would always be his home no matter where life took them, he was sure of it.

Scott felt for his brother, he knew that Chris liked to spend time with (Y/N), time was precious when they both had such hectic schedules. One of them would always try to stay home with Dodger when the other was working but it had become even more rare for them to be home together at the same time nowadays. And this holiday weekend was special for them, they always took time off work if it was needed so that they could spend it together and as far as he was aware, they’ve always managed to do that since they had started dating.

Chris could feel Scott’s gaze on him, he knew he meant well and most likely didn’t entirely understand even though he’d always been supportive in life generally. But he wanted a reason to stay home more often, he wanted what his sisters had, he loved being an uncle but he wanted children of his own with (Y/N) and not spend the odd weekend they were both free before having to say goodbye again. He knew (Y/N)’s new action movie was coming to an end soon and hoped that while they both had the time off work they would be able to relax together with Dodger.

He knew he was probably overreacting. He’d have to suck it up for now and accept that he wasn’t going to be able to call (Y/N) today and will have to wait until tomorrow like Scott had mentioned. Or if he was lucky, she would call him when she had a moment to spare. His family should be coming over soon to celebrate and he hoped that would keep him occupied and his thoughts away from (Y/N).

An hour later, Chris is feeling better standing at the barbecue cooking sausages for the hot dogs, beef patties for the burger buns, chicken skewers with grilled tomatoes and peppers, even including a vegetarian/vegan option of grilled tofu season with turmeric kebabs with finely sliced yellow bell peppers were all piled onto the sticks.

His family were making him feel better, just having them around him was helping but it didn’t stop his thoughts from crossing to (Y/N).

He flipped everything on the barbecue so it would all be evenly cooked and watched as Scott approached him with a bottle of beer held out towards him. He takes the offered beverage and nods his thanks before taking a long sip.

While he watches the barbecue he doesn’t notice Scott’s attention look past him. (Y/N) presses her index finger to her lips, miming to him to keep quiet and she softly walks towards them. Scott sends a discreet nod in the direction he’s looking, his lips crooking up into a smile.

Chris doesn’t notice the exchange until he feels a small hand come and rest on his back, his back muscles ripple and tense and he slowly turns around to find (Y/N) with a smirk on her lips and arms spread wide. “Surpri-“

Chris cuts her off by wrapping her up in a massive bear hug, his arms securing her to his body holding onto her waist. He pulls back slightly but doesn’t loosen his hold on her. He searches her face, taking all of her in and really believing that she is truly there in his arms and not just a figment of his imagination. He kisses her long and hard, putting in all the passion he has in him whilst being aware his family is watching nearby so tries to keep it as PG as he can.

They break apart, their breaths mingle as they catch their breath. “Happy 4th of July baby.” (Y/N) says so only he can hear her while they stay in their little moment for a while longer.

Everyone feels lighter now that (Y/N) has arrived, not feeling like they have to walk on eggshells around Chris anymore which he apologises for explaining he was worried when he didn’t get a response from her for their FaceTime call.

The food is enjoyed and laughter is shared during the rest of the evening. They all sit around the table, his mum to his left and (Y/N) to his right. They talk about what they’re thankful for and what they’re looking forward to in life. Chris keeps his hand in (Y/N)’s, not willing to let her go, wanting to make the most of the time he has to spend with her while he can before either of them get called away again. It seems neither does Dodger because wherever she goes, he’s only a couple of steps behind keeping close and becoming her little four legged shadow the entire rest of the evening celebrations.

After Scott, the last of Chris’s family to leave, says his goodbyes and walks out the door, Chris makes his way back to his wife excited to finally be alone with her.

He finds her with Dodger practically on top of her in the living room. Dodger has always been affectionate with (Y/N), from the beginning of their relationship they had formed a great bond which Chris was very grateful for. Right now though he was surprised by how Dodger was being so protective and all over (Y/N) more than usual.

“Dodger leave (Y/N) alone, she needs some space buddy.” Chris tries to get Dodger to move away but the dog just whines and rests his head back on top of her stomach.

“It’s okay baby, he can stay. He must have figured it out.” (Y/N) replies, her hand rubbing Dodger’s head, a small smile on her face that she shares with the dog.

Chris looks to her in confusion. “What do you mean, ‘he must have figured it out’?”

She pauses her action, Dodger’s sound of disagreement makes her carry on stroking his head. She stares at Dodger for a while, feeling as if he’s trying to give her some confidence from just a look. She knows it sounds crazy but it helps. Her attention finally turns to Chris, the confusion deepening. “I’m pregnant.”

Silence hangs in the air, his mouth agape to speak but no sound leaves his open lips.

“When?” He says not seeming to be completely out of the daze he’s in.

“When you came to visit me.” (Y/N) explains, and lowers her voice. “We certainly made the most of the short time you were visiting.”

Chris’s usually pale blue eyes darken at the thought of two months ago and what exactly happened the whole five days he managed to visit her. (Y/N) rolls her eyes, immediately knowing where her husbands dirty thoughts have gone to.

“And…” (Y/N) trails off.

Chris’s eyes widen more than should be humanly possible. “We’re not having twins are we? I haven’t even processed the fact that we’re having one baby just yet.”

She chuckles, allowing him to panic for a little bit. “No I was just going to say that I’ve finished shooting, we managed to film everything the producers were happy with using as the final takes so I have the rest of my pregnancy with you and Dodger. I know you have 8 months off before you start your next movie so we have that time to spend together and you get to be here for the first month of our baby’s life before you have to start filming and there will be plenty of times for us to visit you.”

Chris jumps up off the sofa, pulling you up, leaving Dodger disgruntled, and pulls her into his arms. “We’re having a baby.” His grin tells her all she needs to know that he is excited, maybe even more than she was when she had first found out after taking five pregnancy tests (she couldn’t believe it at first, and clearly not the second time either).

“This is the best 4th of July ever.” Chris whispers in her ear, his hot breath caressing her cheek. She shivers from the simple act, enjoying the feel of being in her husbands arms again. This time next year, their little baby would be with them able to celebrate as well.

Yes, (Y/N) thinks, it is the best 4th of July ever.

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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All I Want is You (Part 6)

Chris Evans x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Warning: swearing.

Just a short chapter. Trying to get back into writing this story. Had it on hiatus for like 10 months.

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Chris Evans POV:

After our long flight, and getting through the last leg of our journey, YN and I are on our way to what will be our home away from home while we are here.

YN was excited as she watched the busy streets in the limo I rented. There was so much going on that I was concerned she was about to give herself whiplash as she tried to take everything in.

This isn't my first time to Australia, but it is the first time I am there with some one.

"You planned all of this without letting it slip. I am shocked and amazed that you were able to pull this off Chris." YN teased as she back against her seat.

"Well I did tell Scott. You know I can't keep a secret."

She gave me a kiss and went back to looking out the window.

"Are we going to be seeing Chris and Elsa while we are here?"

"Yes, we will be seeing them in a couple of days." I informed her.

"Good. It has been awhile since we have seen them. It will be nice to see them and their kids."

Hopefully when we see them, we will be celebrating our engagement.

We finally got to our destination and when I saw it, I almost had a small panic attack. This isn't what I paid for.

I quickly pulled my phone out of my pocket and read the address that I was given. I then asked the Limo Driver if this was the correct place, which he replied it was.

I was about to call the travel agency and complain, but I stopped myself once I saw the big smile on YN's face.

"Chris, this place is perfect. It is just the right size for the two of us."

I put my phone away and sighed. As long as she is happy, that is all that matters. I got out of the limo and went to grab our luggage from the driver.

"Please Mr. Evans, let me." He then took the luggage inside the small bungalow. I looked at the outside and I did have to agree with YN, it was perfect for us.

In the distance I can hear the waves crashing. At least we are close to the beach. I walked into the place and was very happy with it.

I found YN already on the bed, testing to see how comfortable it was.

"Comfortable love?" I asked her.

"Yes! Dodger would of loved laying on top of this."

"Well maybe we can bring him with us the next time we come." I said as I laid down next to her.

"I would love that and I bet he would too."

I almost snorted at that. Of course he would. Dodger hates when we leave him, even though he was with people who he knows and loves.

The two of us spent the afternoon unpacking and looking around the place. We even went for a walk down to the beach.

People stopped and wanted photos and autographs, which I did. Many of them wanted a photo with YN and I.

Many of them asked YN how she was doing with her recovery and she answered them honestly. I knew being in the spot light was still hard for her, but she was taking it all in stride.

We went back to the bungalow and showered together to get the smell of the ocean off of us, my mind kept drifting to the velvet box that I have hidden away.

I have no idea when I will be proposing but it will be during this trip. If she says yes, then we will head back home engaged and we can plan the wedding of her dreams.

But as I was getting ready for dinner tonight, I couldn't help but look at her as she too got ready.

I know my big mouth will just probably ask her at the most random time but I want to make it special for her.

So we walked to the nearest restaurant and people stopped and stared at us once they recognised who I was.

We were seated and our drink order was taken. YN and I talked as we waited and then our order was taken after the drinks were dropped off.

"Chris do you ever think of the future?"

"All the time love. Why what is bothering you?"

"Nothing is bothering me. Just like to think about the future. The future of us more than anything."

I was starting to get nervous now. "What do you mean?"

"It is nothing bad love. I like to imagine when we have kids." My heart started to beat like crazy at the thought of having kids with her. "If I would be a good Mom."

I laid my hand atop of hers. "You would make an excellent Mom. I mean you already are to Dodger and he is our baby."

"You want to know what I think about YN?"

"Do tell Chris." She gave me a soft smile.

"I think about you on our wedding day. Looking gorgeous has ever, but you always do. You walking down the aisle towards me with Dodger and Scott at my side. I already know what I would say to you for the vows."

"Chris, I." I interrupted her.

"And as we become husband and wife, I know I will have tears in my eyes because I can not imagine spending my life with anyone but you."

Our waitress came at that moment with our food and the moment was sort of broken, but I could see the wheels turning in YN's head.

She knew something was up and I know I can't wait much longer to propose to her.

The next day I found a person who does Sand Sculptures and I gave them my idea. I paid them extra as it was such short notice but they said it will be done.

So I got YN out of the bungalow for the day. We went sight seeing and shopping. We ran into Chris Hemsworth and he invited us over for dinner that night.

It was no coincidence that we ran into him. I called him while she was in the shower and told him what my plan was and Chris always loves these types of things.

But the time was getting closer to when we would be heading back to the bungalow. My heart was beating like crazy as it came into view.

"I'm just gonna go watch the sunset until we have to leave. It is a nice evening." I said to her.

I knew when we got back YN would head straight to the washroom. She always does.

"I'll join you once I am done love." I was counting on that.

So I ran around back and got into position. YN will open the back door and see me on one knee.

I could see her coming through the glass and it is now or never. One deep breath as the door open and the gasp that left her mouth made me smile as she looked around.

"YN, You are my motivation, my inspiration, and my aspiration. You understand what happiness is and where it is concealed better than anyone else. We both want a colorful and memorable life, and we can make our dreams come true if we work together. That’s when I knew I want, need you for the rest of my life…will you marry me?”

A few moments of silence felt like decades as I waited for YN to speak.

"Yes."

One simple word I never imagined could bring me such happiness. I put the ring on her finger and I gave her a deep kiss. I kept muttering against her lips how much I love her.

This moment was perfect for us, that was until I saw a flash go off.

Part 5 ♤ Part 7 coming soon

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joannaliceevans-fanficblog · 6 months

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Belong With You: Part. 3

Before I shut up, I just want to thank my wonderful @hollybee8917 for betaing this fic, even if I kept thinking that shouldn't post it. And for letting me bounce some ideas! love you!

(I know the title is different from the mood board)

The Light the Heat Belong WIth You

Bright lights, the horrible hospital smell, and people yelling around you. You couldn’t move, nor couldn’t speak. Everything hurts your head, the throbbing pain in your arms, and your legs.

You stopped in a room, and that’s when everything became brighter. Your body became weak, and you slowly closed your eyes.

We are losing her!

Doc, she’s bleeding from her head. We need to get her to the OR! Where’s Dr. Stark?

You suddenly awoke when you arrived at a larger room.

“Bailey?” You managed to say.

A nurse came by your side, “Honey, what was that?”

Tears rolled down your face, and you tried to reach for the door, “Baby, m-m-my baby.”

And you crashed.

Chris’s driver pulled up into his Los Angeles home. The gate opened, and Scott came out. Immediately, Chris got out and went to get his luggage.

“Chris, go on ahead. We’ll take your things inside. Bailey is waiting for you.” Scott stopped him and went to the rear of the car.

As he walked into his LA home, Chris immediately went to the other side of the house to see Steve’s mom walking out of Bailey’s room.

Tears started to form as Steve’s mom slowly handed the sleepy 8-month-old baby to him. Chris carefully placed her down on his shoulder and kissed her soft head. Bailey whined slightly and turned her head to the crook of her father’s neck.

“Your brother showed me where the milk was and her feeding times,” Steve’s mother said. Chris smiled and placed another kiss on top of his daughter's head, “Thank you for taking care of her. But I can take it from here; Ma and the rest of the family are here.” Chris adjusted Bailey towards his other shoulder. Steve’s mom smiled and sighed, “Anything for you, Chris. If you need anything, call, and we’ll be on our way. And Chris? She will pull through. She’s a tough mother.” She headed out the door.

Once Steve’s mother left, the rest of his family came in, and Bailey woke up with a loud cry.

Chris walked into the kitchen as he rubbed her back.

“Shh, sweetheart. Daddy is here.” Chris cooed as he saw the bottle ready at the dispenser. He turned it on and looked down to see Bailey looking up towards her father. She had teary eyes and a look of confusion. He knew that she was looking for her mother.

When Shanna walked in, Bailey turned and reached out to her auntie, Shanna. She had dropped what she had in her hands and went over to her niece. The confusion was on Chris’s face as his sister took her from his arms, and Bailey hid her head between her neck.

“Is her bottle ready?” Shanna asked her brother as she placed her down into her highchair. Chris turned around to see the bottle already filled with milk.

“Shanna-“

“Chris, if you want to know why she’s not used to you? Think about it.” Tara broke in as she walked in with Dodger walking in with his toy in his mouth.

“I understand that I’m not always there when Y/N needs me. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t think-“

“Chris, it doesn’t matter if you think of your wife and daughter. But the fact that you didn’t even do anything to help. Y/N did all this on her own. Yes, you were there when Bailey was born, but you left after two months and were barely home. And now this whole crap show? I can’t even believe you even decided to do this shit.” Tara said, taking a seat on the island.

Chris knew they were right. He was stuck in a situation that he couldn't get out of. It’s what drove you away. You’re a strong girl that put up with his crap for many years. But you had your limits, and it hurt you in the end and for him.

But he needs to make things right again. His wife is in the hospital fighting for her life, and he needs to be there when she wakes up.

“Look, I know you’re all mad at me. I get it, and I understand. I fucked up big time, but I need to make things right. Y/N needs me, I need her, and my baby girl needs me.” Chris sighed.

Everyone looked at Chris, and Shanna nodded. “You want to feed her?”

Shanna took out Bailey’s Strawberry Yogurt and a pink Hello Kitty spoon. Chris gladly took the spoon and the yogurt. He pulled up a chair, opened the lid, scooped up some, and aimed toward his daughter.

“Dadda!” Bailey yelled. Chris froze and looked at everyone around him.

“Dadda!” Bailey called out again, and Chris turned to see a blueberry in her hand as she offered it to him.

“For me?” Chris asked as Bailey gave a bright smile. Chris then took the blueberry in his mouth, and her loud giggle echoed through the house.

Later that morning, after a good rest, Chris got a call from Scott, who said you were out of surgery. Chris got his things ready, and Tara and his mom went to the car. Shanna and Carly stayed behind to watch Bailey.

When Chris and his family arrived at UCLA Hospital, Scott had met them at the ICU.

“Scott, you can go home, rest, shower, and eat something. Carly is at the house.” Chris said, hugging his brother.

“Thanks and the doctor will be out shortly,” Scott said, and Chris handed him his car keys. Once Scott had left, Chris and your sister Tara went to the front desk.

“Can I help you?” The nurse asked. Chris cleared his throat and sighed.

“I’m here for Y/N Evans?” Chris said. The nurse typed in the name and looked towards him.

“Are you related to her?” The nurse responded.

“I am. I’m her husband. She came in with our daughter, Bailey Rose Evans.” Chris replied.

The nurse nodded and got up. She then gave Tara and Chris visitor passes and headed inside the ICU. Walking down the hallway, a doctor exited one of the rooms, and the nurse paused and turned towards Chris and Tara, “This is Dr. Stark, the surgeon caring for your wife.”

The nurse then left.

Dr. Stark extended his hand, “Mr. Evans, I’m sorry to meet you under these circumstances. Let’s go to my office to talk.”

The pair followed the doctor down the hall and into his office, where they all sat down. Doctor Stark leaned forward over his desk, “It was touch and go with your wife for a bit. We lost her a few-“

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN LOST HER?” Chris yelled.

“Chris, calm down! I’m just as concerned as you are. Let him finish.” Tara said and turned back to the doctor.

“We lost her a few times, but we managed to keep her stable. Her recovery will be touchy. She had both legs broken, and I placed screws in both legs. She also has a broken left arm. “ Dr. Stark paused.

“She has suffered severe skull fractures and a bruised neck. She has a slight spinal injury from the impact of the -“

“I need to see her.” Chris interrupted.

Dr. Stark nodded and led them down to the room you were in. He sighed and opened the door.

But the moment the door opened, Chris wasn’t prepared to see what was in front of him. The machines and everything that was hooked to you broke him. Rushing to your side, he gently took your hand and laid against your shoulder.

“I’m here now, sweetheart; I’m here for you. I promise you that I’m not going anywhere.” Chris whispered and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

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