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What do I do Now?

Chris Evans x reader, Sebastian Stan x reader

Summary: 20-year-old actress finds out she is pregnant and Sebastian and Chris are with her as she figures out what is next.

Warning: pregnancy, tears, mention of sex, alcohol mentioned, fluff with a hint of angst

A/N: this was a request I had for a while and I just finished it lol. also very much protective caring older brother vibes in this fic.

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Pregnant.

You were pregnant.

You weren’t an idiot, you knew how it happened. You and your boyfriend Dean have been dating since you were 16, and you are now 20. You have been through a lot together and are now closer than ever. The two of you are pretty good about practicing safe sex, with an occasional pass. But you’re always using Plan B in the morning. That didn’t guarantee no pregnancy but it never failed you. Until now. 

“Hey Squish, come on we are going to be..” Sebastian Stan said as he barged into your trailer. He looked at you as you sat at the end of your bed, looking at the stick in your hand with tears in your eyes. It didn’t take them long to put two and two together. “Holy shit-” he said as he put his keys on the counter. 

“Seriously Seb,” you said as you looked up at him as the tears slowly dripped down your face. He came over to you and took the test from your hands and looked at you. “How did-” he started to say. “Do I need to explain to you how babies are made?” You said trying to make a joke out of it. He sat down next to you, handing you back your test. He let out a breath. “Does Dean know?” He asked. “No, I just found out.” 

“When do you see him next?” He asked looking at you. He saw you gripping onto the stick and took it out of your hands and gently intertwined his hands with yours. He moved his arm so he could rub your back as he saw your chest start to rise and fall fast. "hey it's okay, it's going to be okay." he said as you turned towards him and silently sobbed into his chest.

"I'm scared Seb, I'm so scared," you said as you continue to let your emotions out. He kissed your head as he heard someone walk through the door of your trailer.

"What's taking you guys so.." Chris Evans said as he repeated Sebastian's exact movement. He looked at the pregnancy test on the floor, then at you and Seb. "Holy-"

"Yeah," you said as you lifted your head off Sebastian's shoulder. you quickly wiped your tears off your face before looking at Chris. "Surprise" while wearing a laughing smile. "How did this happen?" Chris said and he moved to sit on the other side of you. "Do you both not know how babies are made?" you asked looking at the men next to you.

"God no, we know how it's just.." Chris started. "Hard to believe and wrap our minds around." Sebastian finished off. you all sat there in silence, nobody knowing exactly what to say.

"what do I do guys? how do I tell dean?" you finally spoke. "well did you two ever talk about kids? I know you guys have been together for a while but you are young so I don't know if that was in the cards yet." Chris asked as he stroked your hand with his thumb. You and Dean definitely talked about kids, but you both planned on not having them until a year or two after getting married, and you weren't even engaged.

"Yeah but not till later on. What if he isn't ready, I'm not even ready to be a mom yet!" you said as you started to get panicking again. "wait, do you want to keep the baby?" Sebastian asked as he continued to rub your back.

"I think so, I don't know what I want to do. I want to talk to Dean about it though because it is his kid after all," you said. Chris gave your hand a squeeze making you look up at him. "But at the end of the day, it's your choice and you decide what you want to do. Promise me you will make the best choice for yourself," he said as he looked into your eyes. "I promise," you said as you nod your head. He gave your head a quick kiss.

"I know it's been a long," Chris said as he looked at his watch, "10 minutes but do we still want to go grab something to eat or just chill instead?" he asked and he looked at you and Sebastian. "It's up to you doll," Seb said. "I just want to stay in, if that's okay?" you asked your friends.

"Of course, it is, pizza and a movie?" Chris said as he got up, reaching his hand out for you to take. "Sounds perfect" you smiled at him. you gave Chris a big hug as you left out a breath you were holding. "thank you" you said as you looked into his ocean eyes. You turned to face Sebastian and did the same action. "I know it's still probably weird to find out I'm pregnant," you said.

"yep," Chris said

"Definitely." Sebastian as he ran his hand through his hair.

"But I wouldn't want anyone else to be here with me through this. so thank you," you said smiling at them. They brought you in for a group hug until you heard Sebastian's stomach grumble. "Okay, pretty boy here needs some food it sounds like," Chris spoke as he slapped Sebastian back, making him laugh and blush a little. "You two stay here," Sebastian said as he grabbed his keys off the counter. He gave you another kiss on the head before heading off.

Chris grabbed the cozy blanket off the couch before making a dramatic leap onto your bed. You bent down to pick up the sticks and boxes that were on the floor before you heard the Boston accent behind you. "Get your butt over here please, you shouldn't be working so hard," he said looking at you. "Oh I'm sorry, do you want to pick up my pee sticks?" you asked him giving him a smirk. "Nope carry on," he said before taking the remote and turning on a random movie.

You put the sticks on the counter before making your way to your bed. Chris opened his arms and you gladly moved to rest your head on his chest and he rubbed your back. You were grateful for your boys and knew they would be with you every step of the journey, no matter where it takes you.

the end

EXTRA SCENE

You, Seb, and Chris all leaned back against the bed, your head still on Chris's chest. You were watching y/c/m (your comfort movie) when a thought popped into your head.

"you know if I decide to keep this baby, you can't throw me a 21st birthday party," you said as you sat up and lad against the headboard. You hear the boys let out a groan of frustration.

"That was the only reason we became friends with a 16-year-old," Sebastian said looking at you. "We have been waiting for this moment for years," Chris said leaning his head on your shoulder.

"what about on my 22nd birthday, it's still a birthday party and might not affect the breastmilk and alcohol mixture," you suggested.

"I'm good with that. I'm very curious to see how you are drunk," Sebastian said as he looked at you.

"Oh, I know how I behave drunk. Guess you guys just have to wait and see," you said as you leaned back with a smirk. Chris and Sebastian looked at each other.

"WHAT?!?"

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Kick Harder

Pairing: Chris Evans x actress!reader

Summary: if the whole world was watching, Chris would still dance with you.

Word count: 1.3k words

Warnings: fluff, talks of anxiety, rude fans

A/N: are we surprised that it's another dad!chris fic? Lmao I hope you will love it guys. Sorry that it's not my greatest work, love you all xxx

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, questions, recommendations, or just vents are always welcome.

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As a child, you’ve always dreamed of being an actress. When kids your age were watching Disney movies, you were watching movies from Jodie Foster and Tom Hanks. The world of Hollywood and the filmmaking industry were so fascinating. In your eyes, it felt like a fever dream. Everything about it was drawing you in slowly. Nothing in this world could change your love for acting or the goal of becoming one.

There was a slight problem.

You had social anxiety. And that is not a good quality, especially for a want-to-be actor.

Being an introvert and having social anxiety was not so easy for you. Hell, it was difficult for anyone that was suffering from it. Children made fun of you for not answering back. They never picked you up during gym and made fun of you when they heard you wanted to become an actress.

After many therapy lessons, you became a little more confident and finally got the nerves to audition for a role in a movie.

The movie changed everything for you.

It was a daughter-mother dynamic, and Michelle Pfeiffer played the mother. You were thrilled when you got the callback, saying you got the part. It was one of the year's best movies, and Michelle won an Oscar, and they nominated you as the best supporting actress. It didn't matter that you won nothing because it was never about the awards. You wanted to become an actress because it gave you happiness. It also gave you your current boyfriend, Chris Evans.

You and Chris met in 2017 when they announced that the two of you would play lovers in the new Greta Gerwig movie. He was dating his girlfriend back then. The two of you immediately hit it off. He was always nice to you and wanted to hang out with you. Chris was mesmerized by how you looked and how professional and childish you could be on set.

If he had a smile, it was because of you. Everything good happening to him was because of you. And Chris wasn't complaining. He took you out for coffee during breaks and introduced you to his dog. Chris was friendly to you, and you were nice to him. Social media went crazy when they saw pictures of you together and speculated that you and he were together. Of course, those weren’t true, and you would never do something like that to another woman.

But the truth was, the more Chris spent time with you, the more he fell in love. You had so much in common that he thought you were like his female version. There was a slight age gap, but not too big. Chris thought seven years were reasonable enough to have a relationship with you. But he had to break up with his girlfriend first.

It wasn’t a big surprise to the media when Chris and his girlfriend announced their breakup. It was a big surprise to you because never thought he would break his relationship to be with you. Not even once during your conversations did you ask him to do something like that. You didn't even 'hint' it to do so.

He started dating you five months after the breakup. Chris didn’t want to rush things and get all the media’s attention on you. So, he waited. He bought you gifts, took you back to Boston so you could meet his family, and even took you back to his place to make you his famous pesto eggs.

Everything was perfect. Until you found out that you were pregnant. You and Chris were beyond excited and happy with the news. Building a family was one of his biggest dreams, and that It came true because of you couldn't be better in Chris' eyes. You knew it was a little early in your relationship, but you loved him, and he loved you, so it didn’t matter.

Chris announced the news to the world and proudly said he would be a father. The media was shaking when they got the information, relieved that Chris would finally be a 'daddy.' But a group of people also wanted to hate on you.

The fans of his former relationship were not so kind, to say the least. Messaging your death threats, spreading fake rumors, harassing your family. It took a toll on you. The fact that you weren't the most confident woman in the world didn't help with the situation, either. You were trying hard not to read them since you didn’t want your baby to feel any stress, but you couldn’t help yourself. You read every single threat and cried about it every single time.

That’s how Chris found you when he got back home. He met with his team about the situation, trying to protect you as much as possible. It hurt him a lot, too. To see that the love of his life and his baby were getting threats made him sick. He had one purpose in life: to protect both of you.

He saw you sitting on the couch, crying. His heart broke immediately. He felt tears building up in his eyes and slowly walked towards you.

“Honey, talk to me. Is everything okay?” He wanted to punch himself in asking you a question like that. Of course, everything was NOT okay. He broke his promise to you. He swore to protect you and the baby forever, and he failed. He failed as a partner and as a father.

You slowly looked him in the eye and saw him crying like you. You hugged him hard, burying yourself in his chest and wanting never to leave there. His heartbeat was the only thing that comforted you, the only thing that gave you a smile on your dark days. Nothing else could help you.

Until.

“Chris?”

He panicked a little when he heard your high-pitched voice. Millions of scenarios went through his head only 2 seconds after you said his name.

“What, what is it? Is it the baby? Is there something wrong? Do you want to go to the ho-” You stopped his talking by putting his hand on your swollen belly, and time stopped for Chris.

He saw your lips were moving, but he couldn’t hear a thing; everything went silent.

The baby kicked. The baby kicked for the first time. The miracle that both of you created just made a move, saying that it was living inside you.

Chris couldn’t control the laughter leaving his lips and the tears escaping his eyes. He looked at you and saw that you weren’t much different from him. You were smiling like crazy and crying your eyes out.

“I think our baby wants to kick the people that made mommy and daddy sad. Is that right, huh, bubba?” You slowly rubbed your belly, and Chris felt the baby kick harder.

“Wow, look at you, bubba, not even born and trying to protect your parents from the bad guys.” While keeping his hand on your belly, Chris looked at you and gave your lips a sweet, gentle kiss. When the two of you parted, he watched with so much adoration in his eyes, asking himself how lucky he got with you.

“What do you think about a trip, honey? Just me, you, and our little protector. I know these last days were hard on you and our little bubba, and I’m sorry. I just wished people could see how much I loved our little family, and I swear in my life that I will do everything in my power to protect both of you. I love you so much.”

Before answering, the baby kicked again and made Chris and you laugh hard.

“I think the baby just answered both of us. Just know that people will always talk, Chris. We decide whether or not to listen. Let's be honest, we didn’t handle the latest situation well, but that doesn’t mean it will always be like that. I love you and will always love and support every decision you make. Never leave us, and we will be more than okay.”

Yes, thought Chris. Everything will be okay, because there was no way he would ever leave you.

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#5

Brother's Co-Star

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Brother’s Co-Star

Sebastian Stan x Holland!Reader

Summary: Being Tom Holland’s older sister has lead you to meet a lot of his co-stars. One however, catches your eye, and you catch his. Maybe you should have told your brother first.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: slight language, fluff, a little angst.

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#4

Anxiety Support

Chris Evans x Daughter!Reader

Summary: Chris helps you through a panic attack after you are followed by a group of girls.

Word Count: +1.5k

Warnings: Panic attacks, Anxiety, Being followed when shopping.

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You had just graduated High School and were due to go off to College in the fall. As excited as you were to gain your independence, you were still worried about leaving the safety of your father’s home. 

For as long as you could remember it was always just you and your Dad. Your Mom left when you were born, signing all rights away to your Dad and was never seen in Boston again. Of Course, you still had your Dad’s family around you, especially your Uncle Scott. 

Scott had stayed with the both of you during Lockdown and for the longest months, it had just been the three of you. You moved to remote learning and only ever left the house to go out to the backyard. You Facetimed all your friends but none of them were going to the same College as you.

You had been accepted into NYU, the same College where your Dad went. You were going to study acting. Much like Chris had been, you were a theater kid growing up and had always had an interest in acting. Originally, Chris had wanted to keep you out of the limelight, much preferring to give you a normal childhood.

However, when you showed an interest in acting, Chris couldn’t help but become overwhelmed with pride. He offered to help in any way he could but also understood that you wanted to make your own image as an actress and not just as Chris Evans’ daughter. 

Acting wasn’t the only thing you seemed to get from your father. Much like Chris, you had severe anxiety. Both social and separation. You were extremely nervous about moving to New York and being away from Chris. Your separation anxiety was so bad that Chris had to hire you a tutor whenever he was out of town and take you with him. You had an agreement with the school that you would attend Summer School classes and that you would keep up the curriculum. 

There was a level of determination though when it came to you moving to New York for College. You wanted to make your Dad proud and hopefully start to work on your separation anxiety. You were on medication and had therapy to help you and so far it was working. Chris had also created a sensory room for you. It was filled with stress balls, fidget toys, weighted blankets, it was your favorite color but pastel rather than bright. The whole room was designed to be your safe space and Chris was the only other one apart from you who went in there. Even then your Dad only came in when you needed him to.

It worried your Dad a bit that you were wanting to pursue acting with your anxiety, he himself knew how difficult it could be but he knew that acting was what you wanted to do and he would support you whatever. 

*

You needed to get a few things before you went to New York. You would be moving into the dorms there but you wanted to keep your room at home how it is. You went out on your own. Chris had originally wanted to go with you but you knew you needed to build up some confidence to go out on your own. You were quite lucky that in Boston you weren’t followed around that often. However, you still sometimes saw fans of your Dad, who knew who you were.

You had almost finished getting everything you needed when something caught the corner of your eye. A group of girls probably about your age were all giggling and looking towards you. You put your sunglasses down off of your head and tried to ignore them. Despite that, one of the girls came up to you.

“I’m sorry, aren’t you Chris Evans’ daughter?” She asked in a high pitched voice. 

“Um yeah.” You awkwardly nodded, already feeling anxious.

“I thought so. I just wanted to say how much I love your Dad.”

“Okay then.” You tried to walk away but her voice caught your attention once again.

“Is he around then? I've always wanted to meet him.” She giggled.

“No he isn’t. Sorry I’ve got to go.”You quickly rushed away but not before you heard her mutter ‘rude’ underneath her breath. 

You felt your heart race and your breathing pick up. You felt a panic attack about to happen and quickly pulled out your phone and called your Dad.

“Hey Sweetheart, are you ready to come home?” You heard your Dad’s cheery voice through the phone. You automatically felt yourself starting to calm down a little. Chris could hear your heavy breathing over the phone.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” He asked. 

“Dad, can you come pick me up?” Chris automatically knew something was wrong.

“Yeah I’ll meet you where I dropped you off. Is that okay?”

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327 notes - Posted May 7, 2022

#3

Honey Flower

Floriography – The Language of Flowers 

Andy Barber x Fem!Reader 

Summary: You knew that getting involved with a married man wasn’t the smartest choice. But the love you held for Andy made all the pain worth it. Wasn't it? 

Word Count: 7k 

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Smut (P in V, Fem receiving oral), Cheating (Not on reader), Swearing, Drinking, Marriage problems, Divorce, Age gap (Specific ages not mentioned), Mention of pregnancy. I think that is all but let me know if I missed anything. This is 18+ only. Minors DNI. 

(A/N: This is my entry for @starryevermore's Welcome to Angst City™ Writing Challenge. I honestly don’t know how good this I so any feedback is welcome. Please do not copy my work. Reblogs are welcome. 

Prompts: How Do You Say ‘Fuck You’ In Flowers? + Fifth Floor + Chris’ Pretty Boys: Andy Barber) 

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You have always loved flowers. Believing that there is more to them that then actual blossom. The Victorians used to use flowers as a way of communication. They would gift each other flowers to send a message. You studied floriography from a youthful age. Fascinated by how flowers could mean so much. They weren’t just for romance. The yellow hyacinth meant jealousy, the orange mock meant deceit and the trumpet flower meant separation.  

Flowers could also be given platonically, between mother and child or between friends. Pussy willow meant motherhood, moss meant maternal love and freesia meant trust or friendship. Working as a florist was magical to say the least. You watched as people tried to woo each other. You saw how people begged for forgiveness. Being able to make different arrangements for different circumstances was always a joy. Weddings, proposals, begging for forgiveness. There were also some not so great, arrangements for example funerals or when one person was dishonest with another.  

You grew up in England, living in the countryside, near the fields where wild flowers grew. Your favourites being daisies, which meant innocence or gentleness, asters which were a symbol of love and ivy which meant wedded love. Marriage. Something you had always wanted.  

When you were in your mid-twenties you moved to Massachusetts. Your Grandfather was sick and was requesting your presence. You barely knew him and only had met him a few times as a kid, but who were you to deny a dying man his final wishes. Turns out your Grandfather was fairly rich. Nothing dramatic but when he did eventually pass on he left you enough to start your own floristry shop in Newton.  

Your parents were going to stay in America too, to be closer to the family you grew up without. So, you decided to accept the money and open your shop ‘Floriography.’ You sold all kinds of flowers, each with the meaning provided. You hoped that when people came in that they would appreciate the knowing what the flowers meant. There was a small apartment above the shop where you could stay. Everything was going perfect in your life.  

*** 

‘Floriography’ was popular. Many people came in for their anniversaries and were so impressed that they often came back. Every bouquet you made was made with love. No two were the same. You wanted to make sure that each bouquet was personal and met the customer’s needs.  

About four months after you opened, a man walked in, and you were instantly intrigued. He was tall with dark hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He walked with confidence in an expensive suit but there was some sense of calmness around him. You instantly felt intimidated by him he obviously held some kind of power. He walked up to the desk where you were standing, working on a bouquet of pink roses (perfect happiness) for an anniversary and was patiently waiting for your attention. 

You smiled up at him and asked him to just wait a second as you put the final additions on the bouquet before you gave him your full attention.  

“How can I help you?” You smiled trying not to give away your nervousness. 

“I just came in to have a look, you see my wife has been stressed lately and I wanted to get her something to cheer her up.” His voice was silky and calm.  

“Well, I can make you a custom bouquet for her if you like.” I offered. I had seen this many times a husband coming in to cheer up their partner. 

“Would you mind?” He asked hopefully. “I noticed that you have the meanings of each flower written down so I assume you would know how I can express my appreciation of her?” 

I was more than happy to help him. It reminded me of why I enjoyed my job so much. 

“Of course, well I could use a wild pansy, which means ‘you occupy my thoughts”? Or calla lilies which means ‘magnificent beauty’?” 

He interrupted you. “She does like calla lilies, and they have a great meaning.” His accent coming through strongly compared to your British one. 

“Well, they would look lovely with a little holly, which means domestic happiness. And forgive me if I am overstepping here, but as you are in my shop purely to cheer her up I believe that holly would be appropriate.” 

He let out a small chuckle. “You are not overstepping and yes I would like to this we live in ‘domestic happiness.’ Well, you’re the expert so I will leave it to you.” 

“That’s great. So, I will have these ready for collection tomorrow if you would like to collect them? If not fill out this card and I can deliver them for you.” I smiled at him. 

“I’ll collect them after work tomorrow if that’s okay. I think coming straight from me will mean more to her. Anyway, thank you so much for your help I really appreciate this.” He grinned at me. “I’ll see you tomorrow…” he looked down at the name tag on my apron “…Y/N” 

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335 notes - Posted May 22, 2022

#2

Unhappy? Happy

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Ari Levinson x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Arguments, Smut (Fingering, Grinding, Ari cums in his pants, Oral (Fem-Receiving), P in V, Unprotected Sex), Make-up sex, Fluff, Swearing. (I think that's all but let me know if I missed anything.)

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Word Count: +1.6k

Summary: Ari wants to leave on another mission, but this time he has more to lose at home.

(A/N: I am reposting this as it didn't appear on any of the tags x.)

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The two of you had been at it for over an hour already. You knew how important the missions your husband went on were, but at the same time with two children in the picture, it was getting harder and harder for you to say goodbye to him each time he went. Especially with how dangerous they could be.

You and Ari went to ‘run’ The Red Sea Diving Resort together along with four others. You had known Ari for years and when he came to you with his latest plan, you knew you had to help. However, at the time you didn’t have a husband, son and step-daughter to worry about. You knew that it was the constant missions and all the time spent away from home which split up Ari’s first marriage and you were determined not to let it happen to yours. 

Maya, Ari’s daughter, was so used to seeing her Dad leave that she barely battered an eyelid anymore but Connor, your’s and Ari’s Son was too young to understand why Ari was never there. After you had Connor, you decided to stop going on missions and start working to help coordinate them instead. Unfortunately, Ari didn’t share that idea and that is what led to this specific moment. Another mission had come up and Ari had to leave for an unknown amount of time.

“All I’m saying is that we - I - promised to go back. You knew this day would come, why are you so surprised?”

“I am surprised because not only do you have Maya now but Connor as well. I understand how important this is but can’t they send someone else?”

“This isn’t about nobody else doing the job! This is about me needing to be the one who does it. I promised Kabede that I wouldn’t abandon anyone. That I would go back.” Ari yelled. At that moment you were thankful that Maya was at her Mom’s and Connor was with your parents, they didn’t need to hear this.

“And I get that Ari but what about your children. What about me? How are we supposed to cope knowing full well that you may not come back to us?”

“So what? I am supposed to leave all those innocent people. I love you, Maya and Connor more than anything in the world but this is something I have to do.” 

You sighed. A part of me felt selfish wanting him to stay, but at the same time, he wasn’t the only person who could complete these missions. 

“We can’t put up with this forever, Ari. When I married you, I promised myself that I wouldn’t let our jobs get in the way but things are different now and I can’t comprehend how you can’t see that.” You said in a low voice. A dramatic change in tone from the yelling.

“Then what do you want from me Y/N? To stay here and be unhappy all the time? Unhappy that I’m not out there?”

You froze. So did Ari.

“Y/N/N, I didn’t mean that…”

“Don’t right now Ari. I can’t… I just…” You went upstairs to your shared bedroom. You knew that he said all that in the heat of the moment but a part of you couldn’t help but over analyse what he said. Was he unhappy in your marriage? Did he want to be out all the time? Did he regret marrying you? 

You sat on your bed and cried. You didn’t know what to say to him. You loved Ari with everything in you. But the idea of him not wanting you nearly killed you inside. You didn’t want to be the one to make him unhappy.

About an hour later, you heard a knock on the door. You didn’t say anything but looked up when you heard the door open. Ari’s eyes were bloodshot and his hair looked a mess. It was obvious that he had been crying just as much as you had.

He didn’t say anything as he made his way over to you on the bed. 

“Sweetheart? Please?” He whispered in your ear. You knew that he felt bad. Slowly, you looked up at him and he could see the tears clouding your eyes. 

“What do you want, Ari? I don’t have any energy to argue with you.”

“I know sweetheart. I came to say I’m sorry. Can I make it up to you?” Closing your eyes you nodded at him. You knew you could never stay mad at him for too long. “Words princess.” Ari growled in your ear. 

“Please Ari.” You whispered. Next thing you knew Ari had you on your back and was devouring your mouth with his. You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as you felt your lips being chewed at by him. 

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[evanstanwhore]

proud

pairing: dad! sebastian stan x evans! mom! reader

summary: sebastian gushes about his daughter on jimmy fallon… nothing makes him prouder

warnings: use of y/n and implied birth i guess? chris sounding like the best uncle to exist… bc lets be honest, he would be

wc: 768

a/n: this was written on my phone so im not sure abt the quality but its sweet… enjoy!

my other evans! actress! reader one shot… still planning on a mini series!

“Your daughter was born not long ago, right?” Jimmy Fallon questioned, turning to Sebastian with a smile. He was passionate about the movie they were previously speaking about, his eyes were already shining but at the mention of his daughter, his eyes shone much brighter than before. A look of pride washed over his face.

“Two months ago yesterday” Seb nodded proudly, the memory of meeting his precious little girl filling his mind.

The sound of a baby’s cry filled the room as you fell back against the hospital bed, breathing hard, tears rolling down your cheeks. It wasn’t just any baby’s cries. It was yours. Your little girl.

Over the crying, the faint whispers of Sebastian’s words filled your ears. He was crying too. “I’m so proud of you” He repeated

The moment the midwife place her in your arms, happy tears spilled from your eyes. “I’m so proud of you,” Sebastian said pressing kisses to your head, your shoulders, your neck, arms wrapping around you as he looked down at his daughter, a few tears rolling down his face.

“She’s beautiful,” You say, close to a whisper as you smile down at her.

“She looks like you,” He tells you as your daughter's hand closed around his finger. Wiping your tears with his other hand, Sebastian smiled as he kissed you. “Thank you.”

His smile grew wider when Jimmy held up the photo you had posted to Instagram of your baby girl's tiny hand holding onto Seb’s finger. You’d both decided to keep your baby’s face off the internet for as long as possible… for her safety but a part of you just wanted to keep her to yourself. Your’s and Sebastian’s perfect creation.

“She seems tiny” Jimmy chuckled

“Oh, she is. Very tiny. Definitely her mother’s daughter… Y/n’s words, not mine” He laughed, finally looking up from the photo.

“Chris Evans was on the show a few months ago he said he was pushing for the name Chris despite her being a girl.”

“The sad thing about that is he was being completely serious. We said no everytime” Sebastian said, unable to tone down his smile. “But we did compromise with a another name he suggested—“ He stopped abruptly before chucking to himself. “I wasn't supposed to admit Chris suggested a name Y/n fell in love with. Sorry, Doll” Seb looked into the camera, knowing you were watching at home in bed probably with your daughter in your arms fast asleep.

“Elora is such a beautiful name” The audience cheered at the mention.

Elora Georgeta Lisa Stan

Although her name might sound long, it means a lot to both you and Sebastian. Having both his and your mother's names as her middle names meant a lot to both of you.

“So, tell me about her”

>><<

The house was quiet as Sebastian climbed the stairs and walked down the hallway towards your shared room. The door was open, the room was dark except the faint glow of the tv.

A smile rested on his face, seeing you laying in his shirt fast asleep in the middle of the bed. It was clear you tried to stay awake, your phone still in hand as you slept peacefully. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before turning to the bassinet where Elora stirred. He knows he probably shouldn't but he picked her up anyway.

Seb kissed her forehead with a happy, content smile as he rocked her slightly in his arms. Elora’s bright blue eyes stared up at him, taking in his face with her little smile. “You're happy I'm home?” He whispered, kissing her forehead again.

“I am” You respond tiredly, opening your eyes to smile at him.

“I didn't mean to wake you” Sebastian smiled lightly as he sat down against the headboard where you had propped yourself up.

“I’m glad you did. I love watching you with Elle” You say, smiling up at him while taking your daughter's hand in your own. “What you said about her to Jimmy... it was sweet. You made me cry”

“At what part? When I talked about how proud of you I am?” Seb questioned with a slight smirk, knowing he hit the nail on the head. Every time he said it, every time he thanked you, you would cry.

“Don’t even start, Stan” You glared playfully.

“You know what we have to do now?” He asked, pulling you into him and pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. You raised an eyebrow in question. “Give you the same last name as me and our little girl.”

[astranva]

Chris Evans Masterlist

Main Masterlist

please don’t copy my work anywhere, thanks. xoxo, nova ♡

Know Your Spouse -  You and Chris play Know Your Spouse on the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon.

Too Into It -  You and Chris film a scene in Infinity War where your character turns to dust and Chris gets emotional.

Just You - 13 years apart, Chris and Y/N are everyone’s favorite couple until Y/N stars alongside Harry Styles in Don’t Worry Darling and Chris gets insecure over how good they look together.

Dada’s Home -  Christmas isn’t so jolly when Chris misses some of his baby daughter’s first times and she doesn’t seem to remember him.

73 Questions by Vogue - (73) questions with Chris and Y/N Evans by Vogue where their one-year-old daughter is shown for the first time, her name is revealed, and people catch a glimpse of the couple’s life.

Chris Being in Love with Y/N for 7 Mins Video - a Youtube compilation video of Chris being in love with actress!Y/N.

Friendship Test -  Chris and actress!Y/N’s chemistry is shown when they do Glamour’s friendship test and fans have a lot to say.

Love at Coachella -  In which Chris and singer!Y/N show their love at Coachella and fans freak out.

Your Comfort -  Chris can’t help but feel overprotective over his pregnant wife.

My Wife -  Chris mentioning his wife in the latest Lightyear interviews. 

Series/Universes

Planet Evans -  Following the life of overprotective!chris x pregnant!actress!reader.

[aaintgood]

Night night!

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.

[itsallyscorner]

Baby’s First Heartbreak

pairing: marvel cast x teen!fem!reader, Scarlett Johansson x reader, Elizabeth Olsen x reader

prompt: the youngest member of the marvel cast experiences her first breakup.

warnings: not much—crying, a break up.

A/n: Tom is 19 here because this is set during Civil War. He was such a baby omg🥺

You were always a firm believer in having hope. No matter what the situation was, you knew that you had to at least try before fully giving up. You were only 18, but it was the mindset you grew up with. You were taught to face things with bravery and confidence, you faced things head to head with all your might. Though some things never went the way you planned, you were still the ray of sunshine you were, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, eager to learn and explore the world.

You had the same mindset going into your first relationship. Love was something you’ve always wanted to experience. Sure, you received it from your friends and family. But you wanted the different kind of love. The special one that was shared between two people. The one that made your heart skip a beat and made you breathless. Where staring into that special someone’s eyes felt like you were being transported into another world where it was just the two of you.

You’ve found that kind of love in a boy from your hometown. The two of you had been friends since pre-k, growing up along side each other, and being there for each other’s success and failures. You’ve known him all your life but the feelings didn’t come till sophomore year of high school. It all just clicked all of sudden; that one day where he said you looked cute in his jumper and the next moment you knew you were seeing him in a new light. Junior year, you were both beating around the bush; constantly pining over each other with longing stares and fingers always brushing against each other. Though you didn’t see him all the time due to your job as an actress. You spent half of the school year in your hometown and the rest at Atlanta. Of course he knew of your job and as much as he hated to see you go, he knew you were doing something that made you happy. So he spent as much time as he could with you before your time together came to an end. A few days prior to your flight to Atlanta, under the night sky of your backyard, he admitted his feelings for you. By senior year, the two of you had been dating for half a year. It had been the best moments of your life, you were in love and high on happiness, it was like nothing in life could ever go wrong.

Now here you were, in your trailer on the set of Captain America: Civil War, sobbing you eyes out. You knew loving could hurt, but not this much. You still felt your heart skip a beat, but it was clenching in heartache. You were still breathless, but because you’ve been trying to catch your breath after every sob that wracked your body. You felt broken. The boy you loved had ripped your heart out of your chest and threw it onto the floor, stomping on it till it stopped beating.

You hiccuped as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You were nothing but a fool. A fool who had hope in something that was never going to work. You sniffled as you snatched tissues out of the box on your bathroom sink, dabbing the material onto your eyes and blowing your nose. Your eyes were red and your cheeks were puffy. A sigh of frustration releases from your body. There was no way you could walk onto set without people asking you what was wrong.

You debated asking your assistant to ask your designated makeup artist to do your makeup in your trailer, you didn’t want to be a bother. But your thumbs were already shamefully typing away the request on your phone. A few minutes later Eleanor, your makeup artist on set, arrives at your trailer with her supplies in hand.

She doesn’t directly question you, but she has the look of a concerned mother once she sees your face. You lie to her and tell her you weren’t having a good day and chalked it up to being homesick.

You dreaded going on set. You weren’t sure if you could face anyone without bursting into tears. The moment you felt like you were okay, your heart would clench, reminding you of the ache it was feeling.

You were in your costume, sitting on the sidelines of the set while you rehearsed your lines. The dialogue from the script acted as a distraction from the current pain you were feeling. The tears had stopped but your eyes felt dry, making you blink multiple times to keep them wet.

“Hey, sweetheart.” You look up and meet the stunning blue eyes of Chris Evans. That typical goofy smile of his was etched onto his features. Usually you would reciprocate that smile, but today you just couldn’t find it in your heart to do so. His smile falters when he sees your face.

“Morning.” You greet him, forcing a smile. Concern shadows on his face as he shifts a bit closer to you. “You alright?” He asks, eyes softening at you. Being the youngest of all the Avengers cast members, everyone had a soft side for you. Especially Chris, who saw you as a daughter.

“Y-yeah, I’ve just got—allergies.” You lied, another fake smile forcing itself onto your lips.

“Well have you taken something to help your allergies? Do you need Allegra? Claritin or something?” He looked around ready to call one of the runners on set to get you some meds.

“No! I took some already, a few minutes ago! It probably hasn’t kicked in yet.” You tell him. He eyes you reluctantly, not knowing if he should believe you. He decides to let it pass and nods, “Ok, tell me if you need anything though.”

You hum in response and tilt your head down back to your script.

The day goes on and everyone had caught on to your lack of—being you. The infamous smile everyone knew you by was barely on your face. You didn’t crack jokes with Anthony or share a giggle with Elizabeth. Instead you were quiet, a frown was on your face as you stared blankly at the floor. You didn’t interact with anybody, keeping to yourself and walking off set whenever one of the Russos called cut.

Anthony and Sebastian watched as you walked off the set. You have all finished a sequence of the airport scene and the Russos had given everyone a break while they rewatched the scenes they shot. Anthony’s brows furrowed while he watched your figure go further and further away. He had tried to cheer you up, telling you a joke about how Seb’s arm lube kept leaking out his fake arm. Your response was nothing but a fake laugh—it wasn’t even a fake laugh, more like a huff of laughter.

“She didn’t laugh at my joke.” Anthony thought aloud. Sebastian quirked an eye at his friend, “Does she have to laugh at all your jokes?”

“No, but even if I tell her a corny ass joke, she’ll still laugh at it.” He expressed, throwing his arms up. Sebastian’s lip pouted as he thought back to your behavior on set. You were acting unusual. He turns to Tom (Holland) and asks, “Hey, has (y/n) said anything to you? Like anything bothering her?”

The Brit shakes his head, “Um, nope. Besides filming, I haven’t spoken to her today.”

Anthony crosses his arms, approaching Tom, “Have you tried speaking to her? We’ve been trying to figure out what’s been going on with her today and you’re the closest to her age here.”

“I—I tried to talk to her, but she didn’t seem in a talking mood. I thought I was bothering her so I just stopped.” Tom answered. He gestures to the direction of the trailers, “I could check up on her right now? Maybe I’ll get her one of her favorite snacks from crafties, it might cheer her up.”

Half of a smile makes it way onto Sebastian’s face at the boy’s efforts. Though you were clearly upset and he felt like they were all prodding at your privacy. “Maybe we should give her some time alone.”

Tom frowns at the older man, “But (y/n)’s upset. Shouldn’t we do something?” Anthony agrees with Tom and looks at Sebastian.

Seb raises his hands up in defense, “I’m just saying—maybe she wants to be alone. She went back to her trailer away from everybody. She probably doesn’t want us shoving our noses into her business, we should respect that.”

Chris joins the group along with Scarlett and Elizabeth. He had overhead the group talking and urged the two ladies to join him in on the conversation.

“You guys talking about (y/n)?” Chris asks, hands on his waist.

“Yeah, Seb says we should leave her be.” Anthony fills him in.

“She told me she had allergies.” Chris starts. “She’s an amazing actress, but kid’s gotta work on the lying.” He finishes. Elizabeth and Scarlett glance at each other.

“Well has anyone talked to her at all today? Besides Chris?” Elizabeth asked the group. Everyone shakes their head. Elizabeth sighs while looking around at anyone else who could’ve talked to you. She spots Eleanor hanging along the sides with her makeup belt on, ready for touch ups. Elizabeth calls her over. Eleanor has her brush ready to powder her down, but Elizabeth politely declines.

“You do (y/n)‘s makeup right?”

Eleanor nods, “Yeah, I do.”

“How was she this morning? We’re just a bit concerned since she’s been acting different today.” Eleanor sighs, knowing if she told them it would be an invasion of your privacy. Although, they were all concerned for you and so was she.

“I got a text from her assistant telling me to do her makeup in her trailer today.” She began. “I walked in and her eyes were red, cheeks puffy—“

Chris apologizes and interrupts her, “Because of allergies?”

Eleanor shakes her head, “No, she never mentioned anything about allergies. But she looked like she’s been crying. She was wiping her face when I arrived.”

“Did she give you a reason for why she was crying?” Scarlett questions her.

“She told me she was feeling homesick.” Eleanor answered. Scarlett turned to Chris and shared a look. Elizabeth thanks Eleanor then turns back to the group.

“We need to check up on her.” Anthony says. All the men nodded and began to make their way to your trailer. Suddenly, they were stopped by Scarlett and Elizabeth.

“But (y/n)—“ Tom said pointing to the trailers. Scarlett shakes her head, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Lizzie and I will go. You guys are gonna overwhelm her with all your questions.” Scarlett insists, much to the men’s dismay. They wanted to be there for you, but maybe a mother figure might help you open up with what’s bothering you. They agree and let the two women go to your trailer. Before they can get to you, they get some snacks from crafties for you.

As soon as you shut the trailer’s door behind you, the tears welled up in your eyes again. It only took a matter of seconds until they fell from your eyes and down your cheeks. You heard some people walk by outside and cover your mouth to muffle the whimpers that came out your mouth. You slid down the door and shoved your head into your hands. You leaned forward against your knees as you cried into your arms. You felt pathetic, embarrassed, anger; you were feeling so many things and the only way to let them all out seemed to be crying.

They heard your cries from behind the door. Scarlett sends Elizabeth an alarmed look as she rushes up to your door. She knocked on it repeatedly, causing you to jump from behind the door. Your cries come to a stop while you try to wipe away the tears as best as you can.

“(Y/n), honey, please open the door.” You hear Scarlett say. You remain silent, getting up and dusting your legs off. You stare at the door, debating whether you should open it or not.

“(Y/n), everyone’s worried about you. We just want to help.” Another voice coaxes you behind the door. Elizabeth. “Please let us in.”

Outside, the two women had their ears pressed up against your trailer’s door. Scarlett tries to get you to open the door again, “It’s only me and Lizzie. I promise.”

There was some shuffling heard behind the door. The door pushes open slowly, making Scarlett and Elizabeth back away. A worried expression appears on Scarlett’s face once she sees you. She cups your cheeks, her thumbs gently swiping away some tears that fell from your eyes. The two of them shuffle inside your trailer. You burst out into tears once again when Scarlett wraps her arms around you. She moves you both to sit on the couch that was in your trailer. She lets you shove your head into the crook of her neck while her hands smoothed your hair. Elizabeth sits behind you rubbing circles onto your back. Your cries broke both their hearts. You were a fairly happy girl, to see you in such pain and heartache was hard to watch.

Scarlett rocks you back and forth, trying to calm you down by whispering comforting words into your ear. She presses a motherly kiss onto your forehead once she sees you start to calm down. Elizabeth waits patiently beside you waiting for when you’re ready to talk. When your whimpers turned into hiccups, Scarlett pulls your face away from her neck to look at you. She frowns when she sees your tear stained cheeks.

“Are you going to tell us what’s going on or are you going to keep bottling it up to yourself?” She asks you softly, tucking strands of your hair behind your ears. Elizabeth chimes in from behind you, “You know, sometimes it helps to tell others what’s bothering you. You don’t have to keep it to yourself, (y/n), you could talk to us.” She gathers your hair together, splitting it into two parts as she began to fish tail braid your hair. 

You take a moment to compose yourself before eyeying the two women. You knew you could trust them. Scarlett was like your on-set mom and Lizzie was like one of your aunts. If you could tell anyone on set what was going on, it would be them.

“He broke up with me.” You confess, eyes trained on your lap. Lizzie’s fingers stop braiding your hair, “What?”

“Peyton, he broke up with me.” You whined, not wanting to say it again. You fiddle with your fingers while a tear falls to your lap.

“Oh honey.” Scarlett cooes pulling you back into her chest. You sniffle and wrap your arms around her torso. Silently crying into her shoulder.

“Did he give you a reason why?” Lizzie asks softly. You move away from Scarlett’s hold and lean against the couch with your knees to your chest. Lizzie wraps an arm around your shoulder for comfort.

You glanced at your phone that was on the coffee table, “H-he texted me earlier this morning. He said he couldn’t do the long distance thing anymore and that he has feelings for somebody else.”

Anger flashes in Scarlett’s eyes, “He broke up with you over a text message?” You nod in response.

“What a dick.” She mutters glaring at your phone. It’s quiet for a few minutes. Until you ask them, “Am I not worth trying for a long distance relationship?”

Lizzie shakes her head, “No, don’t you ever think that because you are.”

You sigh and throw your head back, “Then why did he break up with me? Is there something wrong with me? Am I not pretty enough?” Scarlett interrupts your questions by shushing you.

“There is not a damn thing wrong about you. Don’t you ever let a man, let alone a boy, make you question your worth.” Scarlett advises you a stern look on her face. “You are the most sweetest and loveliest girl I have ever met in my life. You’re kind, you care about the people around you—you even laugh at Anthony’s stupid jokes.”

Lizzie snorts beside you and squeezes your shoulder, “And his jokes are the worst.”

Scarlett continues, “You are a talented young woman already making it big in the movie industry and you did it all on your own. You are beautiful inside and out. You’re perfect, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Then why did he leave me?”

“Because he’s an idiot that doesn’t know your worth.” Lizzie answers resting her head on your shoulder. “I know it hurts now but these things happen for a reason. He wasn’t meant for you and you weren’t meant for him. Maybe somewhere in the future you guys will meet and try again. Or maybe you’ll move on with someone new. That’s just how it is. It may sound harsh, but it’s the truth.”

Scarlett nods at Lizzie, “Take it from me, I’ve been married twice. When it seems like you found that special person, sometimes it’ll all come crashing down. And it’s not an easy thing to go through. It’s full of pain, heartache, self doubt and a bunch of other heart wrenching things. But in the end you come out a stronger version of yourself.”

You stare at Scarlett, “How did you do it?”

Scarlett softly smiles at you, “Well, I had lots of friends who supported me every step of the way. But most importantly, I valued myself. I did things that made me happy and took care of myself mentally and physically.”

You bite your lip in thought as you stare at the ground.

“Listen to me.” Scarlett urges you, “You’re young, (y/n). You’re going to meet so many more people in the future that’ll bring you so much happiness and love in your life. Don’t beat yourself up over one boy who decided to leave you because he wasn’t committed for a long distance relationship. You’re going to be okay.” She assures you, cradling your face. Your lips form into a tight smile while you nod in response.

“You have us and the rest of the people outside of this trailer to support you. We’ll always have your back, whatever it is, I promise you that. You’re not going to go through this by yourself.” Lizzie promises you, taking your hand into hers. You hum and rest your head on her shoulder. You pull on Scarlett’s arm to join you and Lizzie. She chuckles and hugs you from behind.

“Thank you guys.” You whisper, genuinely grateful that you had them in your life. Lizzie pecks your temple, “Anytime darling.”

[josephines-simps-fics]

Violent pt. 1

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Adult! Daughter! Fem! Reader, MCU cast x Adult! Stan! Fem! Actress! Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Physical Abuse, alcohol, toxic relationship, shitty boyfriend

Summary: money, alcohol, and growing up famous. What could go wrong?

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Divider by: @firefly-graphics

You winced at the pain of foundation touching the sensitive bruise on your neck. Your boyfriend, Dylan, had too much to drink and put his hands on you last night. This wasn't the first time he'd done this, it was nearly everyday that this would happen.

Even though Dylan treated you terrible, you always took him back. You two were always in the media for arguing in public; one time it was because you were driving drunk.

Your dad, Sebastian, was always concerned, but you would lie. You would say that it was all rumors. It didn't mean that your MCU family wasn't concerned either.

You had been part of the cast since you were casted to play Silk in Captain America: Civil War.

You and Dylan arrived at your dad's house for the cast dinner he'd planned.

"Hi Daddy" you said as you gave your Dad hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Hi Sweetie, Dylan" Sebastian responded, hugging you back. "Dinners almost ready, and Tom and everyone else are on there way. Go make yourself at home."

Thinking that everyone wasn't gonna come for a while, you decided to show Dylan your old room.

After that, you both went back to the living room. It wasn't long until the cast arrived.

Elizabeth, Paul, Anthony, Paul Rudd, Robert, Tom Holland, Chris Evans, Scarlett, Chris Hemsworth, and Jeremy Renner, had all showed up.

"Hi everyone" you greeted them. "Tommy" you and Tom gave each other a hug.

You and Tom have been friends since Civil War. Everyone on the cast had thought that you two would get together, but you guys kept telling them that it was strictly platonic.

"How's Dylan? You haven't talked about him for a while" Tom asked.

"He's doing great, actually he's like right behind me, on the couch" You answered.

The cast were never liked Dylan, they didn't think you guys should have gotten together. Every time they brought up arguments caught in the news, you would change the subject.

You didn't think it was there place to tell you who you should or shouldn't be with. In the end, everyone else was correct, and you hadn't realized it.

You all gathered around the dinner table and sat down.

You sat between Dylan and Tom, and Dylan was right next to Robert.

"I brought wine, who wants some?" Chris E said.

"I'd like some wine please" you spoke, holding up your glass.

"Me too" Dylan held his glass up also.

"You can't have any Dylan, one of us has drive" you told him.

"I thought that you were gonna drive" Dylan responded.

There it goes, beginning of your next argument. In front if everyone.

"You always do this, Dylan. You always have to be the one that gets drunk and I'm the one that drives us home." You argued with him.

"Because you always act so bitchy when I drink at home." Dylan's eyes were filled with anger.

"You really want to do this in front of everyone." You got up from your seat at the table, "I'm going to the car."

You left the table and Dylan quickly followed after you. You barely made it to the car before Dylan grabbed your wrist.

"What the fuck is your problem, Y/N?" He yelled at you.

"What's my problem?" You looked at Dylan with anger in your eyes. "Everytime my dad invites us for dinner, you always argue with me."

You pulled your arm out of his grip. You checked your wrist to see if he left any marks. Luckily, he didn't.

The car ride home was silent, and that was a good thing. You were sure that if one of you were to say a single word, then another argument would start.

"We need to talk at some point" Dylan spoke, breaking the peaceful silence.

"Talk about what? The fact that once we get home you're gonna choke me" you said, calling him out about the way he treats you.

"I said I wasn't gonna do that anymore, remember." Dylan put the car in park and got out.

You followed him out and into your house. You slammed the front door and threw your purse and jacket on the couch.

"You said that yesterday, and the day before that, and the day be-" you were cut off by Dylan grabbing your shoulders and pushing you to the floor.

You quickly got up and slapped him. Dylan punched you in the face and you punched him back.

You were tackled down onto the couch. Dylan's hands wrapped around your throat.

"Stop acting like a little bitch" Dylan started to say. He started muttering cuss words under his breath.

"Stop, y-you're hurting me" you said very weakly as you tried to break free of his grip.

Dylan let you go and you ran to your bedroom. You locked the door. You looked in the mirror and saw a bruise on your face and a small one on your left shoulder.

You walked over to the mini fridge that was in the room and grabbed an ice pack for your face and a bottle whiskey that you kept in there just in case.

"What am I gonna tell everyone?" You asked yourself, holding the ice pack to your face.

The bruise on your face was gonna be to hard to cover up and it would hurt more in the morning then it does right now.

You took a drink of your whiskey until your realized that you were completely fucked

You walked out the front door of your place, passing Dylan on the way out. You made Dylan sleep on the couch last night after your fight.

You were rushed with paparazzi and didn't have your sunglasses to hide your face. One of the reporters noticed your face.

"Y/N! Y/N! Is it true that you and Dylan hits you?" The reporter asked

You ignored all of them and kept walking to your car.

"I'm fucked" you said to yourself before driving away

A/N: Part two now out

[falcqns]

Hi, first of all i love your work 💕 and second, I wanted to request a Chris Evans angsty to fluff one shot? Where he is much older than the reader (she’s in her early 20s) and they have confessed their attraction for each other but are not sure how to proceed, nothing much happens during the confession. But the next day there’s an event or party where both attend separately, during it they stare at each other from across the room but suddenly Chris is crowded mostly by women much older than you and they flirt with him, and he sees you getting sad and insecure about your feelings and about his feelings too and obviously your age, so maybe you run off somewhere else and he decides to follow and then reassures you he likes you, then it’s all fluff? Maybe with a kiss at the end?🥺 thank uuuu!! I hope you’re having a nice day💓

Age Gap

pairing: chris evans x younger!reader

warnings: age gap, fluff, angst, insinuations to smut, hannah montana reference lmao

a/n: thank you for the request and i hope you enjoy! also i wrote this on my phone so i apologize for any mistakes lol

being 21 and having a crush on a 39 year old was tough.

finding out that that 39 year old felt the same was even tougher.

when you got the chance to audition with him for his new movie, Deep Silence, you jumped at it. just getting to be in a room with him blew your mind, but when your agent called you and told you you got a role, you were ecstatic.

you had originally auditioned for the role of Emma Garner, Chris’s characters daughter, but he decided you were perfect for the role of his characters wife, Francesca Garner instead.

you had no idea why. you were barely 21, and he was 19 years older than you. it would make so much more sense for you to play his daughter, but you accepted the role of his wife nonetheless.

at least now you won’t have to watch your crush kiss another girl, something that was all too familiar in high school.

when you two had your first love scene, you were terrified. how were you going to keep the fact that you were incredibly attracted to your co star a secret while acting out something that is so private?

you had a suspicion that he felt the same during filming, when he’d purposely ground his hard on into your centre and rasped into you ear “if you liked that”, but he ran away to his trailer before you could ask him about it.

you thought he was finally going to talk to you about it when he approached you a few days later, but he ended up just asking if you wanted to go to disneyland with him and Scott and his boyfriend, to which you accepted.

the day was fun, with the four of you taking lots of photos, going on lists of rides, eating lots of food (that ultimately made Scott throw up after one two many churros and and a ride on Seven Dwarves) and ended in you guys watching Happily Ever After. About halfway through, Chris pulled you into his arms, and pressed his lips to yours.

as soon as he kissed you, all the background noise faded away, and the two of you stood there like teenagers making out for the rest of the show.

when that happened, you thought for sure that he’d finally ask you out. you’d ask him out, but that seemed insanely intimidating, and you weren’t down for that at all. but, he didn’t make a move. other than kissing. he’d kiss you constantly, but it never progressed passed making out, and you were a little disappointed.

eventually, comic con came up, and you wouldn’t be attending with Chris, rather than the TV show you were a regular on. you had spotted him watching you in the crowd, thanks to your favourite actress who was also on the panel with you. you attended his as well, and even asked a question, as your movie hadn’t been announced yet, so people wouldn’t know you unless they watched your show.

then, the after party rolled around. you had messaged briefly, but hadn’t really spoken, something you were hoping to do tonight. you had reached your wits end, and just decided to man up and talk to him about where you two stood.

but, you couldn’t find him. you’d wandered around with your co stars and talked to a few directors and casting agents to get your name out there for future projects, but you couldn’t for the life of you locate Chris.

Until you got to the bar. you had just ordered your favourite drink, when you spotted him at the other end of the bar. but, he wasn’t alone. he was surrounded by five or six women who were definitely much older than you, and your heart sank.

it didn’t shatter, however, until you saw Chris flirting back. your eyes welled up with tears, and you tried to wipe them discreetly without Chris or anyone noticing, but of course that didn’t happen.

Chris was doing his best to ward off the ladies swarming him, so he could come and find you. he had been leading you on for too long, and he just needed to ask you out already, before another guy snatched you from his fingers.

suddenly, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and looked up, thinking it was Scott coming back with more food, but his heart dropped when he saw you. you were stood there, looking absolutely magnificent, but your eyes were full with tears, almost to the point of spilling over onto the cheeks he loved to kiss and hold in his hands so much.

he looked at the swarm of ladies that had formed around him, and swore, realizing what you were probably thinking.

he watched as you turned and stormed away, towards the door. he politely excused himself, and headed after you.

he followed you out the door he watched you disappear through, but his heart sank even lower when he realized you weren’t there. he was about to go back inside and ask your co stars for your room number, when he heard the tell tale signs of your sobs coming from a hidden alcove to his left.

he ran down the steps and over to the alcove, and his heart broke when he saw you. you were leaning against the wall, you head in your hands. loud sobs were escaping your mouth, and he knew for a fact you had an endless amount of tears running down your face, the saltiness of them probably already swelling your beautiful face up.

he wasted no time in coming over to you and wrapping you up tight in his arms. you tried to pull out of them, but he stood firm, and eventually you relaxed.

“i’m so sorry.” he whispered, and your sobs subsided. you shook your head and looked up at him.

“no. i’m sorry. i’m sorry that i was born in the wrong generation, because maybe then one of us would have the courage to ask the other out without fear of judgement. i’m sorry that i’m not as mature as those girls, or as talented. i’m sorry that i probably read into things like i always do and ruine-“ you began; but was cut off by Chris soft lips.

when he pulled away, he rested his forehead atop yours. “no. don’t. you’re perfect. so fuckin’ perfect it scares me sometimes. it absolutely terrifies the shit out of me how perfect you are because i don’t want to hurt you. you’re so young and innocent, and i love that about you. i don’t want to be the one to crush that innocence that i love so much by hurting you. but, i shouldn’t have let that hold me back. we’re both legal, so age is just a number. i should have told you that say i fuckin’ dry humped you on set.” he said, and you laughed at the last bit. “i love you so fuckin’ much, y/n, it honestly scares me. but being scared is good. it makes me human, and i’m not letting that hold me back from treating you the way you deserve to be treated. if you can find it in your heart to forgive me, i will spend the rest of our time together showing you just how much i love and appreciate you.” he said, and you looked up at him. “will you be my girlfriend?” he asked softly, and you nodded in happiness, your lips pressing to his.

Chris smiled into the slightly salty, but still loving kiss. he finally had you, and he wasn’t going to let you go. you were his whole world, and he was kicking himself for not realizing it sooner.

the two of you were currently walking hand in hand back to the venue, when you spoke up. “that was the sweetest speech. i’m not mad at you because of those girls. i realized shortly after that you wouldn’t do anything like that, but i thought maybe you’d realize that they were better than me, so that’s why i left.” you explained, and Chris tugged you in closer to his body.

“that makes me so happy, sweet girl. it was a mistake letting those girls do that and i should have stopped it sooner, but everybody makes mistakes.” he said.

you giggled before responding. “everybody has those days.” you said with the straightest face possible and Chris turned and stared at you for a second before realizing the reference.

“Hannah Montana? oh my god you’re so innocent,” he said, moaning the last few words into your ears, his hands gripping your waist to pull you against him.

you bit your lip and smiled. “i’m not completely innocent,” you said right back, and smiled in happiness when you felt him hardening against your stomach.

“mmm, really baby?” he moaned, and you nodded, before whispering in his ear.

“take me back to your hotel room and i’ll show you.”

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Wait we not going to walk past, did snowboarder reader say yes

You mean actress daughter!reader? Cause snowboarder is not ready yet and neither is her boyfriend which they’re both cool with. But actress daughter totally said yes and Chris was the first person she called to share the news before bragging on social media.

[blogevaawrites]

Keeping to the schedule.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, sad, marriage, divorce, smut

Summary: After seven years of being married, two daughters and a difficult divorce, they try to understand what went wrong and why they let that happen. 

Part I

“I’m so sorry to do this but we’re having problems with a few scenes. I won’t be at home until next week.” He said from the other side of the line. Since the divorce we have been being very strict with the custody agreement of our children.

“So, will you come to pick them up the next Friday?” I asked.

“Yes, I will be there. And again, I’m really sorry, I tried to do everything in my hands” I knew that he doesn’t like to change anything about the kids, he says we should try to give them as much stability as we can. I couldn’t agree more.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine.” I simply said.

We got married seven years ago, we had a happy marriage, but loneliness and exhaustion made me give up on our marriage. He started to spend more time away, accepting more projects in L.A or any part of the world but home. I guess home wasn’t what it used to be for him and for me because eventually I stopped complaining about his absence.

“I need to talk to you.” I said when I saw him getting out of the shower. I closed the door of the bathroom and l leaned on the sink. “About what? I’m kind of tired, can we leave it for tomorrow?” He said, drying himself with a towel. I was sick of it; I was being left to a side for so long that I didn’t hold it on.  “Not really.” He looked at me then, normally I don’t insist. “I filed for divorce.” His face went from confusion to anger quickly.

We fought, he got really mad. I knew I should have talk to him before doing it, but he was never around, I was mad and sad, I wasn’t thinking properly. He didn’t talk to me for four months after that night, he moved to his mother’s house and did everything in his hands to accelerate the process. I know I didn’t deal very well with all of that and either he did. Our relationship since then got even more complicate.

Our obsession with our kids’ stability grew after that. We both knew they were going suffer the most, at least Anna. She was almost six when all of that happened, she asked a few times, but we never gave her an answer she could understand. Emma was only four, she noticed that something was wrong but was too young to assimilate it.  

“Mom, Lindsay is having a sleepover this Thursday, and we don’t have school on Friday, can I go? Her mom will call you tomorrow to ask you, can I go, please?” Anna asked, taking my attention from the road as I drove us to home.

“Sure honey” I said with my eyes on the road.

“Dad is coming on Friday, right? I will tell her mom to bring me back in the morning” she always gets excited to see him, both do it.

“It’s not necessary honey, he probably will come to pick you up after dinner. I will pick you up to get lunch together at the park, what do you think?” she nodded enthusiastic, eating her sandwich.

Thursday comes quickly and Martha, Lindsay’s mom, picked Anna up. Emma got to sleep very early after a long afternoon at the park. I went down to watch a few minutes a TV show before to go to bed. The doorbell rang, startling me, it wasn’t late, but I wasn’t expecting anybody. When I got close to the door, I recognized the silhouette of the person behind the door.

“Hi, what are you doing here?”

“I wrapped the film early, I’m sorry if it is too late but I knew you wouldn’t mind. You can have the entire day to yourself tomorrow, in this way.”

“It’s fine, but Anna is not here, she’s at Lindsay’s house and Emma is already sleeping.” He looked devastated and it broke my heart. He usually doesn’t spent too long without seeing them. “You can see Emma if you want to.” I offered and he accepted quickly. He got into the house and went upstairs to Emma’s room.

After a few minutes, he came down to the kitchen where I was preparing things for tomorrow. I wouldn’t say our relationship was good, o was getting better. it was confusing. “How have you been? How was everything with the kids?” he asked from the doorframe. I turned around to see him and answered, “It was fine, no incidents.” I simply said. We looked each other for a while, we haven’t talk since we had sex the last time, he came to bring the girls back. He stayed for dinner and a while after, the girls went to sleep, we started to talk about them, about our past together, about us a couple. We kissed and one thing took us to another.

“I want to talk about the last time. I don’t want you to think I…” he started; I knew it didn’t mean anything for him, it was just sex, he has been avoiding me since then but him bringing the subject up made me mad and it hurt me a little.

“I know! Don’t worry! Let’s just forget about it.” I said walking to the front door.

“No, it’s just that we were kind of drunk and got emotional.” He started to say without following me.

“It was just sex. I get it! You made it very clear when you couldn’t wait to leave.” As soon as we were done, he got up from the bed and started to dress up. He told me it was late, and he had a thing to do in the morning, but I knew he was lying. He left me, naked in the bed, the one we shared for several years.  

“I didn’t want the girls to get confused.” He got closer to the door, shaking his head, and rubbing his face roughly with his hands.

“You didn’t want me to get confused.” His eyes got bigger, and I could see the anger growing in his face.

“You couldn’t care less about what I wanted so don’t tell me what my intentions were.”

“You made them very clear.”

He looked confused, but he moved quickly. “You always so understanding. But why don’t you just listen to me? I’m trying to …” He couldn’t say anything more.

“You’re right, it’s kind of late and there isn’t a reason for you to stay.” I interrupted him, he looked mad.

He took a deep breath and kept on “I’m picking the kids tomorrow’s morning” he informed me before walking out.

“They won’t be here until late afternoon.” I said back. He looked at me without saying anything and kept on his walking. I stood at the door, looking how he got in the car. He turned on the engine, and before driving away he looked at me through the window. “Thank God we’re divorced.”

When the topic isn’t our kids, it never goes well. I guess we’re still hurt.

I didn’t fully understand why he got so angry until I saw the pictures.

After he picked the girls the next day, I did some work and later I filled a glass with wine and turned on the television to pick up a film to watch but my phone rang.

“Hey hon! How are you doing?” Lily asked, with a worried voice that I didn’t get.

“Hey! Why are you asking like that? I’m pretty fine.” I said laughing.

“Well! I don’t know, I thought you will be kind of sad o maybe angry, if my ex-husband was dating with somebody after not even a year from our divorce, I would be ready to kill him.”

“What? What are you talking about? I mean he hadn’t told me anything, I don’t think he’s dating again.” I said quite confused.

“Shit! You haven’t seen it, have you?”

Right away, I googled him with the call waiting.

Chris Evans is off market again? The former superhero and the upcoming actress Rachel Welles spotted holding hands and getting affectionate.

He was trying to talk about our night together because he was going to tell me about her. I felt my heart shrinking. I guess I should have been ready for this, he was free to be with whoever he wanted but it hurt me.

“I’m sorry, girl. It must be weird and hurtful. If you need anything you know I’m right here, right?” she asked kindly.

“I’m fine. he’s free to be with anybody but I guess I wasn’t as much ready to see it as I thought.”

“Yeah, knowing something isn’t always mean assimilating it, right?”

“Right”

After the call I refilled my glass and went to sleep with a few tears in my cheeks.

Our relationship began so natural, and it went so fast. We met through common friends, we dated just for tree moths after he asked me to move on with him. We didn’t take long to get married either, we both just knew that it was the right decision. I really loved him, and I know he loved me too. It wasn’t a fantasy, but we were grown-ups when he met, we knew what we wanted for life, in a partner and we found it in each other.

He was a great husband, a great father and a great friend. I single tear fell through my cheek, remembering the beginning of our freefall.

“There’s not a good way to say this. I’m really sorry to tell this but, Mrs. Evans you had a miscarriage.” Doctor Lars said. I felt Chris’s hand in my knee, comforting me. I felt I couldn’t breathe. My heart broke in pieces. “But I’m six months pregnant, this usually happens during the first trimester. This can’t be true.” My mouth slurred. “Well, the actual name is a late-miscarriage, there are several things that may play a part in causing it so we need to do a few tests to find a cause. I know this isn’t easy, but these things can happen, and we can’t do anything to prevent it.” I touched my barely swollen belly, missing the movements of my baby. “What are we doing now?” Chris talked, taking care of the situation. “You will need to go through labour to give birth to you baby. I know this can be a very distressing time and you may be in shock but there’s not other way.” I could hear him breathe hardly before kissing my head.

We went through our worst nightmare. I gave birth to a baby I could take care of. Thankfully, after inducing the labour, the birth came quickly. We decided not to hold the baby. We thought it will be less traumatic in that way.

He went with me through all of that, but we changed. Everything changed.

Five days later, I came into our bedroom to see him packing his suitcase.

“What are you doing? I asked softly.

“I need to go to L.A for a few interviews and shoot a few scenes” I looked at him straightly. Not quite believing he was going to leave so early after everything. “Don’t worry, I asked my mother to come to help you with everything.” he said, seeing my expression. I didn’t want to be alone, I didn’t want his mom here, I wanted him. I caressed his back, calling his attention.

“Don’t go, please.” I muttered. “It will be just a couple days, two weeks max.” he said holding me in his arms.

“Two weeks?” that was so fucking long.

“Listen, I can really do anything. I’m sorry but it’s work. What you want me to do?” he tried to reason with me, in vain.

“Call Meghan and ask her to reschedule it. We have an appointment with Doctor Lars next week.” I didn’t like to complain about his job or ask him to not to do it, but I couldn’t go through that alone.

“Everything will be fine, call me after the appointment and tell me what she says. I will be here as soon as I can.” I pushed him away with my eyes watering.

“Okay” for the first time in our life together he was putting his family in a second place.

The worst thing it was that trip didn’t last 2 weeks, but 3 months. He told me that his next project was being moved forward, and nothing else. He left me alone in the worst moment of my life and I couldn’t forget it.  

After a few more glasses of wine, I took me phone and I called him.

“Hello” he said with a surprised voice. “What’s going on?”

“What was what you wanted to tell me last time? Hey, I know we just fuck but I’m actually in a relationship with some else and you must forget about it.” I slurred, mimicking him.

“You know it.” He said, I could hear him moving to another place. I guess he left the house.

“Of course, I do. Do you think I live under a rock?” I wasn’t jealous I was mad at him, at myself.

“Okay I get it you’re mad, but I wanted to talk…”

“What for? To say sorry for fucking me or to ask me to keep back of your new love.”

“No, it’s not like…”

“Why did you leave me? Why wasn’t I your priority anymore? I asked, removing the tears away from my face. My voice broke a few times, I was unable to keep myself still.

“Where are you? Are you drunk?” he asked hurriedly.

“It wasn’t my blame; I couldn’t have known it.” I kept talking.

“What are you talking about?” his voice was full of curiosity and confusion.

“We didn’t name him, he died without a name.” my face was completely wet, my arms were crossed around my stomach and my heart… I couldn’t feel my heart.

“Are you at home? Pease tell me where you are.” He asked desperately.

“Yes, I’m here.” I muttered before hanging up.

A few minutes later I heard the door opening, and his footsteps. I was in completely darkness, no TV, no lights, nothing but somehow, he knew exactly where I was.

“Hey! What’s going on? What happened?” he asked softly, sitting next to me in the half-furnished nursery.

“Why did you leave me?”

“Well, when you wife files for divorce, it’s actually kind of what you have do” he said with a sad smile in his face.

“You left me way before that.” I said quickly, he left me when we lost our baby. “We never talked about him.”

“I don’t think you are in an appropriate state to talk about him.” He said without looking at me.

“I’m fine. Don’t make excuses! You just don’t want to talk about him with me.”

“I don’t want to talk about him with nobody.”

“I’m not nobody.”

“Why is this so important now? It’s been a year since then, we are not together anymore...” he started to get up from the floor.

“You’re dating again…” I finished the sentence off for him “you told me you weren’t ready. You said you missed me, that you missed us.” I said, remembering what he told me when he was taking me to our bedroom between kisses and caresses.

His face looked confused and tired.

“I don’t get it. Why are so upset? You filed for divorce without telling me why, without giving me a chance to make it better. All I know is you felt neglected, but I didn’t do anything wrong. I thought we were just going through a rough patch, but I thought it was normal after all.” His voice was firmed, he wasn’t yelling me, but I bet he wanted. “I know you don’t think this but I’m not the bad guy here.” His eyes were red and watering. He never told me anything of this. He had been too angry to talk to me about anything.

He walked to the door, ready to leave me.

“You left me.” I said, calling his attention.  

“You already said that.” He barked back.  

“When I asked you to stay you left me for almost four months after I gave birth to my death son. I needed you Chris, and you rather work than be with your wife.” His face kept straight; he knew what I was talking about. I got up when I saw him get closer to me. He looked at me for minutes, as he wasn’t sure about his next words.

“I went to therapy. I didn’t come back home because I wasn’t stable, not because I was working, not because I wanted to leave, it was because I didn’t see another way to deal with everything. You were right when you said holding our baby it would be traumatic, it was.” I didn’t understand what he was talking about, we agreed on not to hold the baby when he was born but he cleared all up “I couldn’t help it, I saw him coming out of you as the same way Emma and Anna did. I needed to see him, and it was the worst thing I could have done, but it was my son.” His eyes never left mine when his body got much closer to me. “I lost my son too, honey. I couldn’t be there for you because I wasn’t handling in the right way.” I saw a single tear going down through his cheek. At least I wasn’t the only one crying.

“Why didn’t you tell me this?”

“Because you gave birth to him! How the fucking hell could I have told you I was the one losing his mind after that? I know I should have stayed with you but believe me, there wasn’t another option, I didn’t find another way.”  

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Anxiety Support

Chris Evans x Daughter!Reader

Summary: Chris helps you through a panic attack after you are followed by a group of girls.

Word Count: +1.5k

Warnings: Panic attacks, Anxiety, Being followed when shopping.

Requested on Wattpad

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You had just graduated High School and were due to go off to College in the fall. As excited as you were to gain your independence, you were still worried about leaving the safety of your father’s home. 

For as long as you could remember it was always just you and your Dad. Your Mom left when you were born, signing all rights away to your Dad and was never seen in Boston again. Of Course, you still had your Dad’s family around you, especially your Uncle Scott. 

Scott had stayed with the both of you during Lockdown and for the longest months, it had just been the three of you. You moved to remote learning and only ever left the house to go out to the backyard. You Facetimed all your friends but none of them were going to the same College as you.

You had been accepted into NYU, the same College where your Dad went. You were going to study acting. Much like Chris had been, you were a theater kid growing up and had always had an interest in acting. Originally, Chris had wanted to keep you out of the limelight, much preferring to give you a normal childhood.

However, when you showed an interest in acting, Chris couldn’t help but become overwhelmed with pride. He offered to help in any way he could but also understood that you wanted to make your own image as an actress and not just as Chris Evans’ daughter. 

Acting wasn’t the only thing you seemed to get from your father. Much like Chris, you had severe anxiety. Both social and separation. You were extremely nervous about moving to New York and being away from Chris. Your separation anxiety was so bad that Chris had to hire you a tutor whenever he was out of town and take you with him. You had an agreement with the school that you would attend Summer School classes and that you would keep up the curriculum. 

There was a level of determination though when it came to you moving to New York for College. You wanted to make your Dad proud and hopefully start to work on your separation anxiety. You were on medication and had therapy to help you and so far it was working. Chris had also created a sensory room for you. It was filled with stress balls, fidget toys, weighted blankets, it was your favorite color but pastel rather than bright. The whole room was designed to be your safe space and Chris was the only other one apart from you who went in there. Even then your Dad only came in when you needed him to.

It worried your Dad a bit that you were wanting to pursue acting with your anxiety, he himself knew how difficult it could be but he knew that acting was what you wanted to do and he would support you whatever. 

*

You needed to get a few things before you went to New York. You would be moving into the dorms there but you wanted to keep your room at home how it is. You went out on your own. Chris had originally wanted to go with you but you knew you needed to build up some confidence to go out on your own. You were quite lucky that in Boston you weren’t followed around that often. However, you still sometimes saw fans of your Dad, who knew who you were.

You had almost finished getting everything you needed when something caught the corner of your eye. A group of girls probably about your age were all giggling and looking towards you. You put your sunglasses down off of your head and tried to ignore them. Despite that, one of the girls came up to you.

“I’m sorry, aren’t you Chris Evans’ daughter?” She asked in a high pitched voice. 

“Um yeah.” You awkwardly nodded, already feeling anxious.

“I thought so. I just wanted to say how much I love your Dad.”

“Okay then.” You tried to walk away but her voice caught your attention once again.

“Is he around then? I've always wanted to meet him.” She giggled.

“No he isn’t. Sorry I’ve got to go.”You quickly rushed away but not before you heard her mutter ‘rude’ underneath her breath. 

You felt your heart race and your breathing pick up. You felt a panic attack about to happen and quickly pulled out your phone and called your Dad.

“Hey Sweetheart, are you ready to come home?” You heard your Dad’s cheery voice through the phone. You automatically felt yourself starting to calm down a little. Chris could hear your heavy breathing over the phone.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” He asked. 

“Dad, can you come pick me up?” Chris automatically knew something was wrong.

“Yeah I’ll meet you where I dropped you off. Is that okay?”

“Yes thank you Dad.” You both said your goodbyes and hung up the phone. Just then you heard the shrill voice of the girl from earlier.

“Oh my God! Chris Evans is going to be here!” The others started to get excited as well. “Can you introduce us?” 

You just got up and started walking away. 

“Hey! We’re talking to you. We want you to introduce us to your Dad.” A different girl spoke up.

“Please leave me alone.” You asked in a quiet voice.

“We just wanna meet him, why are you walking away?” A third girl asked as if they weren’t following you around.”

“Stop following me.” You could feel your anxiety rise even further. The girls followed you all the way to where you were meeting your Dad. You felt really uneasy and they were drawing a lot of attention to you. Eventually you reached where your Dad dropped you off and waited impatiently for him to get there. The girls were still standing there and despite your pleas with them to leave they were all too excited about the prospect of meeting Chris Evans.

Soon enough you Dad arrived but you had tears streaming down your face. He saw that there was a group of girls around you and that you were shying away from them. As you Dad, he knew you better than anyone and he could see how much you were freaking out.

He immediately got out of the car and made his way over to you. The girls all started screaming and made their way over to him. He ignored them as he walked towards you, making sure you were safe was his number one priority. Once he got to you he crouched down in front of you and immediately started the 5,4,3,2,1 method. However, before you could finish all the things you could hear you saw the girl approaching you again.

Chris felt your hands tense up in his and he immediately looked up to see why. One of the girls stepped forward but Chris stopped them before they could talk.

“We’re a bit busy right now and I would really appreciate you respecting our privacy.”

“We just wanted an autograph and a photo. Your daughter was really rude earlier and kept walking away.” You don't know what she was trying to achieve by telling your Dad that but you tensed up again. If you weren't having a panic attack then you would know that your Dad would ignore her. But you were not thinking rationally and you thought that he might side with her over you.

“As she has every right to. Y/N was just out shopping and after she walked away you followed her around? Harassing my daughter isn’t the way to get an autograph.”

With that Chris helped you stand up and walked you towards the car away from the gobsmacked group of girls. 

Once you got in the car, Chris started driving home,helping you through breathing exercises all the way. It wasn’t long until you got home and you put your bags down in the dining room to sort out later. You grabbed Chris’ hand as you made your way up to the sensory room, knowing you just needed your Dad’s support. 

As soon as you got in there you felt relaxed. Chris went and retrieved a weighted blanket for you and draped it over your shoulders. He put your favorite playlist on and just sat with you whilst you calmed down. 

Soon enough you were calm again and showed Chris everything you had bought for College. The panic attack had worn you out and had an early night. Chris knew he shouldn’t worry about you so much but you were his little girl. His darling daughter who he vowed to protect from the moment he found out your mother was expecting you.

He picked up his phone and decided to call Sebastian. Thankfully, Sebastian agreed to allow you to go to his whenever you needed. It wasn’t that same as you going to your Dad but it put Chris’ mind at rest knowing that someone was looking out for you.

A few weeks later you went off to College and as promised, Seb kept an eye on you. Your anxiety had started to improve as you found yourself and your freedom in College but you would always be thankful that your Dad still supported every decision that you made.

**

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"that was painfully sexist" | t.h.

marvel cast x actress!reader

warnings: sexism and swearing

summary: at a panel for the new avenger's film, the questions differ drastically between the female and male actors on stage.

wc: 1.4k

"Okay, a microphone is coming your way, sir."

"Hi! I'm Leonard with Pop Times Blog. My question is for Y/N." your eyes found the bearded man who stood amongst the crowd of reporters.

You nodded, signalling for him to continue, "Playing Silk or Cindy Moon must've came with a lot of challenges. One of them being the costume you are in for most of the film. Can you speak about that and how it fit?" he paused at your skeptical expression, "Like, we all know the suit is skin tight, so did you eat anything special or workout a lot and are you able to wear anything underneath it? Or do you wear a thong and no bra?"

You let out an unenthusiastic chuckle at his question. Beside you, you could hear your cast mates scoffing under their breath. It was common for the women of the MCU to get asked such questions and it saddened you that people normalized such a thing.

Leaning forward, you clasped your hands together and smiled before Robert reached behind Tom Holland and tapped your shoulder, "Would you like me to say something?"

You shook your head, but gave him a grateful grin before returning to the 'man' that asked you such a question, while maintaining eye contact you spoke, "Well, I think the most difficult part about wearing the Silk costume is taking it off after a long day because of how sweaty I get after shooting," you began to fan yourself dramatically, "It all just clings to my body like a second skin and since I am completely nude underneath, it just adds to the problem." sarcasm dripped from your lips as your cast mates snickered at your words.

You quietly laughed to yourself, "I'm only kidding. That question seemed like such a joke that I presumed you expected a joking answer." you cleared your throat, "In all seriousness, it's an honour wearing the suit and I did visit the gym and do some physical fitness regularly to prepare for the role, as did all my cast mates. As for what I wore underneath," you grinned cheekily, having too much fun messing with the reporter, "A Spider-Man onesie was my go-to."

The whole room let out laughs at your words as Tom grabbed your hand and gave you a small squeeze, feeling sorry that you had to answer such absurd questions.

"I hope everyone doesn't sexualize Cindy Moon. She's only a teenager in the film, so keep it in your pants people. That shit is illegal." Anthony pointed an accusing finger at the crowd.

"Thank you for your thoughtful question, Leonard!" Scarlett spoke up, "I hope you got the answer you were looking for."

"Okay, next person."

You sat back in your seat and fiddled with Tom's fingers as the questions were asked towards your cast mates.

"You handled that impressively well, love." Tom whispered in your ear.

You gave him a smile and a shrug before your name got called again, "My question is for Y/N and Tom Holland." a lady with curly blonde hair stood up, "Since Silk and Spider-Man's abilities are very similar, did you two bond over that during shooting or did it cause some rivalry between your characters due to the similarities?"

You felt a wave of relief at the question, thankful that it wasn't another sexist one. Tom looked at you before answering.

"Yeah, yeah. We bonded a lot over that fact and I don't think it caused any rivalry between us. I hope not." he chuckled before you leaned towards the mic.

"No, no. No rivalry. Just a lot of banter about whose character is stronger and who swings around better. It's a lot of fun having someone on set whose stunts are basically the same as yours. And Tom and I have both agreed that Silk is faster and better than Spider-Man." you said that last part quickly drawing laughs and a gasp from Tom.

He looked at you incredulously, "Not true! Spider-Man's suit is so much cooler than Silk's." he huffed like a child.

You smirked, "Who makes their webbing in a high school chemistry class and who has organic silk coming out of her fingertips that she also used to create her own suit?"

Your friends laughed at the banter beside you before Sebastian started to speak, "I have to agree with Y/N on this one. Silk also has that cool ass eidetic memory."

Chris Evans agreed, "And her Silk Sense is a thousand times stronger than Spider-Man's Spidey Sense."

"Isn't she able to know who an attacker is before she even sees them?" Hemsworth asked to which everyone nodded.

"Sorry, Spidey. Silk's just a top tier hero." Robert patted his shoulder as Tom sulked.

The questions began again as the laughter died down. You leaned over to Tom's ear, "Still love the actor who plays Spider-Man even if his character is inferior to mine." he shook his head with a smile at your words.

Questions ranged from the generic ones of the funniest moments on set to who's most likely to become a villain. Your nerves died down as no incompetent person asked another sexist question. Until one did.

"I have a question for Y/N." she was short with jet black hair, "Being around all these attractive men must be a challenge for you as a young female adult. It couldn't have been easy to control yourself around them. Have you had any sexual relationships with any of them or thought about engaging in any?"

Your jaw hung open at her words and before you could muster up a retort, Tom let his anger get the best of him. Was it his anger, his jealousy or his protectiveness? A mix of all three.

"That was painfully sexist." he spoke into the microphone. "I don't see how any of that is relevant to the film. Y/N is an outstanding actress and it's outrageous that you decide to focus on who she fucks rather than her talent."

"What in the actual fuck did she just ask?" Sebastian added, making you laugh.

Chris Evans spoke up next, "Indeed. I thought this was a promotion for the movie not a real life dating app."

Benedict chuckled, "I fail to see how Y/N's private life holds any relevancy to this panel or the film itself."

"It's twenty-nineteen, people! Leave your sexist ass shit at home!" Anthony exclaimed drawing claps from the cast.

Elizabeth shook her head, "I've had my fair share of inappropriate questions, but nothing as horrid as that."

"First y'all ask about her underwear, now you ask about her sex life? Jesus Christ." Scarlett pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Seriously, she's like a daughter to me. That was incredibly disrespectful." Robert added with a disappointed head shake.

Similar comments were added by the rest of the cast as you felt an overwhelming amount of love wash over you. You were so unimaginably grateful for the people next to you.

"You don't have to answer that." Paul Bettany reminded you.

You shook your head and cleared your throat, "Thank you, guys." you looked to your cast mates, "But I'll answer. No, I have not. This cast is my second family and I've grown greatly as a person with them. I'm immensely thankful for the opportunity to call them my friends. And I agree, these men sitting up here with me are undoubtedly attractive, but they are also a great pain in the ass at times," everyone laughed at your choice of words, "And have I thought about having sex with any of them? Nope. Just Scar, Zoe and Liz." you finished with a wink as the room clapped for you.

You couldn't help but to feel a slight bit of sympathy for the woman. Her question was, without a doubt, uncalled for and unbelievably sexist, but the comments from the cast must've made this her most embarassing moment.

"I'm sure you meant no harm with your question. But a little heads up for next time; most actors prefer to talk about their career and their films rather than who they are laying in bed with. But thank you for coming out. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day." you gave her a genuine smile as she cowered back into her seat.

Robert once again reached over and gave your shoulder a squeeze, proud of how you handled the situation.

Tom interlaced your fingers with his and rubbed small circles on your knuckles.

You really were at home with these people and you couldn't have asked for a better family.

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25 Days Of CHRIS-Mas

Day 25: A CHRIS-mas Carol

Part 3: Future

Summary: You and Chris have a love/hate relationship…in that you love to hate one another. But it hasn’t always been that way, and sometimes, to build a better future, someone has to be the bigger person and remember why and how it wasn’t always that bad.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Actress Reader

Warnings: Bad Language, smut (NSFW, 18+)

WC: Hazard a guess about 7k ish?! Poss more.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction, any likeness to any persons or events in real life are purely co-incidental. I do not own any characters contained herein bar the reader and/or any original characters. I do not give consent for my work to be copied and posted/translated onto any other sites. If you see this fiction anywhere other than Tumblr, it has been taken without permission.By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer and ALL warnings posted here.

A/N: So this is the last part of my 25 Days Of CHRISmas! Hope you all have a superb festive period, whatever you do, and thank you to everyone who joined in with your own fics, read and commented/reblogged ❤️ Merry Christmas!!

Posted on mobile with my left hand. Apologies in advance for any mistakes!

Part 2: Present

The future has a way of arriving unannounced

December 2025

Fresh snow had fallen overnight and you couldn't help but feel spirited as you sat in the living room with Dodger, your coffee in one hand, your free hand petting his head.

You'd just turned on the television, flipping the channel to Good Morning America.

"Ready, boy? Daddy's about to be on." You said softly, glancing the time in the corner of the screen.

Long time host and anchor Robin Roberts was just bringing the show back from commercial and introducing Chris.

You snuggled into the sofa and smiled as his bright smile filled the screen and he gave a little wave of greeting.

"Welcome back to GMA, Chris!" Robin smiled. "As always it's so good to have you."

"Good to be here, feels like it’s been a long time!”

"You've been a busy guy, you have your civics project A Starting Point where those who are looking for a little clarification on politics and their local leaders all the way up to the current administration can find it. You've made a few new films but today you're here to tell us about 'Ad Nauseum', a sequel to your beautiful film 'Gifted'. What makes this film stand out from the first?"

“Well, the obvious point is we’re pretty much ten years down the line,” Chris smiled. “Frank's older, wiser… now dealing with an eighteen year old Mary who’s getting ready for college. And he’s also got a fiancée and a five year old boy of his own to deal with.”

"So Frank's been busy," Robin laughed. "What was it like being back together with McKenna Grace, who by the way is absolutely phenomenal as always."

“Oh, amazing. Amazing.” Chris grinned, “she’s a fantastically talented young lady, who is already taking the industry by storm and has been for a while. Ive been lucky to work with her, not only once but twice and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for her.”

You smirked as he pulled out the typical answer for co-stars, but there was nothing but truth there when I came to McKenna.

“I know it sound cliche but she really is phenomenal and watching her grow has been a pleasure.”

"Speaking of growth, not only have you been a busy guy, like we mentioned with ASP, but you've been gushing on Twitter and Instagram about a leading lady of your own."

Chris chuckled as a photo of a tweet he had sent a few days ago flashed on the screen. It was a shot of the back of Dodger and your two year old daughter as they sat side by side on the rug.

The audience all cooed and ahhed as Chris simply shrugged and gave a shit eating grin, “what can I say? She’s my absolute world as is the woman who gave birth to her.”

You felt a warmth fill you, one not unlike the same time you told Chris about your daughter, Y/D/N. It was unconventional how it happened, a steamy night that started with champagne and lots of magical moments, including you uttering a 'yes' when he got down on one knee and eventually breathlessly moaning his name as she was made.

You watched as Chris continued to chat and spoke some more about the film and a few other projects he had in the pipeline, before a little shout of “mamma!” Rang over the baby monitor signalling that your morning peace was at an end.

Unable to finish the end of the interview, you smirked to yourself and nudged Dodger off the couch, the old man of a pup stretching his old bones with an groan. "You sound like Chris when you do that, Bub."

Then you slid off the couch and went to find the source of the call. Padding through the halls of your home, you found Y/D/N, beaming up at you from her toddler bed.

"Good morning, sleepy head!"

“Mooning momma!” She grinned back, stretching her arms out towards you.

Bright blue eyes like her daddy's need up at you, hair that matched yours. Sweet freckles dotting her skin in almost exact places like Chris', rose cheeks from sleep. You picked her up and held her close, kissing her cheeks a few times as she giggled.

"Dada home?"

"Not yet baby, by dinner."

“Otay. See Nonna today?”

"Yep, we're gonna see Nonna," you grinned, "it's cookie day!"

"Cooties!"

You laughed and kissed her cheek again, “I think you should offer cooties to Uncle Scotty.”

"Totty wikes cooties!"

“They he does.” You smiled. “You ready for breakfast?”

"Is has cher-os, pwease?"

“You certainly can.” You nodded, “okay, you wanna walk or shall I carry you?”

She smiled and wrapped her arms around your neck, telling you her answer. You hugged her close and headed back towards the kitchen and attached den.

You sat her down in her chair whilst you made her breakfast, smiling as she chatted away to Dodger as he hopped up onto the chair beside her.

"Dodger! Down!" You laughed, the pup knowing full well he wasn't allowed there.

After breakfast, you changed the two of you and dressed for Lisa's. Chris still hadn't called, but you of all people knew press days were busy as hell and left little time for personal affairs. You'd hear from him when he had a second.

Lisa greeted you with her usual warmth, scooping your little girl up and smothering her with kisses.

“Hello, cupcake!”

"Nonna!"

Lisa chuckled, “you ready to bake some cookies whilst mommy finishes her shopping?”

"Yes!" She squealed. "Is makes for Daddy snacks!"

“He’s gonna love them.” Lisa nodded.

“I’ll only be an hour or so.” You assured your mother in law. “I’ve only got one last thing to pick up.”

"Take your time," Lisa smirked. "See you soon, sweetie."

You bid them both goodbye and headed off.

🎄🎄🎄🎄

You weaved your way through the crowds of Christmas shoppers, your woolly hat, scarf and sunglasses allowing you to go mostly unnoticed apart from a few kids who noticed you in the mall. After posting for a quick photo and assuring their parents it was fine you grabbed what you’d come for and then met Jake on the way home for a coffee. When you and Chris had made the decision to move in together, you’d effectively combined your teams too. Whilst Jake remained your manager, he also operated for Chris as Meg did for you.

After a quick chat about schedules for the new year, he slipped you a bag which contained a present for your little girl and also something you’d asked her to pick up for Chris.

“Does he know?” Jake nodded to the bag.

“Not a clue.”

"Can't wait to hear about it. He's going to be shocked in the best way."

"I hope so."

“I know so.” Jake laughed.

“Oh, and here…” you slid him an envelope, “little something for you.”

"Y/N..."

"No, I insist. We insist. You and Megan work so hard for us and I know it's not easy juggling... well, our family," you smirked. "It's our way of telling you thank you, and we appreciate you."

“Can I open it now?”

“No, it’s not Christmas until next week!”

"Fine." He dramatically rolled his eyes. "Tell everyone I said hello and thank you again."

“Will do, have a great Christmas and we’ll see you New Year’s Eve for the party?”

"When have I missed one yet?" Jake smirked and the two of you parted ways.

With your special bag in hand, you headed back to your car and eventually Lisa's.

The kitchen was chaos. Lisa, plus all the grandkids, Shanna, Carly and Scott filled the farmhouse room with laughter and yells as you walked in.

"Mama!" Y/D/N hollered from her stool when she saw you.

“Hi baby!” You smiled and dropped a kiss to her cheek, “have you been a good girl?”

"Yes! Nonna gives me two cooties!"

“Two?” You laughed, “wow you’re so lucky!”

"Wook, I mades dis for Dada!"

You glanced at what she was pointing to, a batch of Christmas tree cookies which were haphazardly decorated with splotches of multi coloured icing. Not to mention a load of sprinkles sticking to the blobs of red and green.

"He'll love them," you smirked.

"Hi, Sis," Scott came over and pecked your cheek, a cup of tea in his hand. Carly and Shanna said hello and your niece and nephews came with warm hugs. They were so grown now, hitting the preteen and teenage years so quickly. But nothing felt like home more than when everyone was together.

"When does your family get in? Ma's gushing about us all getting together." Scott wondered.

“Monday morning,” you smiled, “here through New Year. I can’t wait.”

"Do they need a ride? Steve comes in then and if they're in around the same, I can grab everyone in Carly's van." Scott smiled, talking of his new husband.

“Erm, sure, we were gonna send a car but that would be great, thanks.”

"Great, just send me the details and I'll figure it out," Scott winked.

You stayed at Lisa's until nap time before heading home to get Y/D/N down for a good hour you hoped before Chris got home to allow you some time to wrap and get dinner started.

And sure enough, just as promised, at half four the security system sounded and alerted you to his arrival.

“Dadda!” Y/D/N screeched as she too heard the noise

She carried on calling for him from her room as you went to get her. Chris would walk in at any moment, Dodger waiting for him and then you would appear with her in your arms.

Sure enough, as you emerged from her room, the door opened and you heard Chris chuckle as Dodgers excited little barks and whines rang around the hallway,

He set his bag down in the entry and gave happy hellos to his pup. Then his eyes met yours and he grinned.

"There's my girls." He reached out towards the two of you, his cold hands cupping your face and giving you a sweet, deep kiss before he took your daughter in his arms and squeezed her tight, kissing her chubby cheeks.

“Hi, Cupcake!” He grinned as she giggled, her little arms wrapped around his neck. “I missed you all so much.”

"Is missed you!" She squealed.

“You been a good girl for momma?”

"Yep!"

“Hmmmm not sure I believe you,” he teased. “Prove it.”

"Hows?"

He whispered something into her ear and she giggled. “Mama?”

"Yes," you smirked.

“Dadda saids that is I was a good girls then yous gots kiss him.”

"Did he now?" You grinned. You stepped closer and cupped his bearded cheek, pulling his neck down and planting a firm kiss on his lips.

“Kissy!” Y/D/N squealed and Chris chuckled.

“Guess it’s official, you were a good girl…” you shrugged, “which means you get a present.”

Her eyes grew big and Chris gasped in surprise, playing along.

"You get one too, Daddy."

“I do?” He looked at you.

"Yep!" You winked. "Come on, it's in the kitchen."

Your little family walked into the kitchen where two gifts were on the island counter, wrapped and waiting for them both.

"Whas dis?”

"Open it and you'll see. You and Daddy, open them together."

You knew Chris would be quick while Y/D/N would take some time, her fine motor skills needing the practice with her tiny hands.

Chris set her down on the counter abs handed her gift to her. “You ready, Squirt?”

"Yep!" She nodded.

They both started to unwrap and you had to smile as you could see Chris was trying to take his time so that they would finish unwrapping together. But soon, his impatience got the better of him and he ripped at the paper, tossing it to the side.

He lifted the lid on his box, eyeing his baby girl as she kept going, then his eyes turning to you. You winked at him and raised your brows, telling him to keep going. He pulled the paper to one side and then blinked, his mouth falling open.

“No…you…”

You bit your lip and smiled as he pulled out the teeny white baby grow which was emblazoned with the words ‘Oops, we did it again.’

"Yep, appointment for confirmation was yesterday. We've been a little busy while you've been gone the last couple days," you grinned.

“Oh, shit… Y/N!” His eyes misted over.

“Bad words, naughty!” Y/D/N scolded.

"Merry Christmas, Daddy!" You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I love you,” he sniffed softly into your neck, “so fahkin much.”

"I love you too," you happily sighed with a misty sniff of your own.

A little squeal came from your right and you both turned to see your little cupcake holding up a book.

“It’s pretty!” She giggled, looking at the colours on the cover.

“Yup, and you wanna know what it says?”

"What?"

Chris grinned, "it says, 'I'm a Big Sister Now'!"

She looked up at him confused and you smiled watching the exchange. Their bond was so tight, and you felt tingly to think in seven months time this would all change again.

"Whas dat?" She inquired.

"Mama is having a baby!" He said for the first time.

“Why?”

“Same reason we had you, Cupcake. We've got so much love for each other, we used some of it to make a little person.” He smiled, his large hand cupping her head.

"I don't wike it," she said, then she grinned, "I wove it!"

“Good because he or she is gonna love you too, just like we do.” You smiled.

🎄🎄🎄🎄

Later that night, after dinner time, bath time and bedtime, it was just you and Chris, sitting in the lounge with Dodger under your feet as you enjoyed the crackle of the fire, the lit tree and soft, soothing, sounds from the Christmas music in the background. You looked around and smiled to yourself. This was the best Christmas wish you could have. Your man, your family, the memories.

“You good?” A pair of lips kissed your head and you sighed, leaning into him a little more, his scotch and ice clinking in the glass in his hand.

"I'm perfect." His arm tightened around you, “just think, thirteen years ago you hated me. And now, here we are.”

"Here we are. And for the record, I didn't hate you. I loved you, even then. But I was too caught up in myself and my anxiety to make it worth our while."

“Well,” you shifted to look at him, “it’s certainly been worth our while.”

"Merry Christmas, baby." He whispered as he kissed you softly.

“Merry Christmas, Chris.” You sighed happily as he kissed you softly again before snuggling back into the side of the man that was your past, present and future.