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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Scare Prank » Chris Evans

Week of October 13th-19th

Pairings: Husband!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader with daughter Maddie and Dodger

Summary: Chris scares yours and his daughter and her friends while they’re watching scary Halloween movies.

Warnings: Fluff, language, kissing, nicknames/pet names

A/N: We all know Chris likes to do scare pranks so I had to include it in my Halloween Master List. Enjoy!

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

Halloween divider made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

“Hey, babe.” You greeted Chris with a kiss. “How was your day?” You asked.

“Good.” Chris answers, kissing you back. “Where’s Maddie?” He asks.

“Watching scary movies with her friends in the living room.” You tell him.

Chris grins to himself. You know that grin all too well. It’s the grin that appears on his face when he’s thinking about scaring someone. As a matter of fact, he had that grin on his face when he scared you a couple days ago.

“Don’t even think about it, Chris.” You warned.

“I’m not going to do what you’re thinking, sweetheart.” He says, the grin remaining on his face.

Chris gave you another kiss before walking away to change into more comfortable clothes. You sighed and looked down at Dodger.

“He’s gonna do what I think he’s going to do, isn’t he, buddy?” You say.

Dodger just stared up at you and wagged his tail. You went to the kitchen to get a snack for Maddie and her friends. Dodger followed you and laid down next to the kitchen counter.

Chris came back downstairs and quietly walked in the living room. Maddie and her friends were watching Halloween movie franchise. What a great opportunity to give them a little scare, right? He slowly approached them and went behind the couch with the camera app open on his phone and pressed record.

“BOO!” Chris shouts, scaring them.

Maddie and her friends screamed while Chris started laughing. Dodger ran in the living room and started barking. You sighed and rolled your eyes at your husband’s shenanigans as you walked in the living room.

“Dad!” Maddie whines. “Why would you do that while we’re scary movies?!” She asks.

“I’m sorry, sweetie.” Chris laughs. “I had to.” He says, giving her a kiss on the top of her head.

“I told him not to.” You say to her, handing her more snacks.

“Make sure he doesn’t do it again, mom.” She says.

You nodded and gave her a smile before walking out of the living room to let her and her friends continue their movie night. Chris and Dodger followed you to the kitchen.

“Why did your dad scare us like that?” Maddie’s friend asks.

“It’s just something my dad does.” Maddie answers. “My uncle does it too.” She says.

When you got to the kitchen, you turned around and glared at your husband.

“Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart.” Chris put his hands on your waist. “It was funny and you know it. Even Dodger knows it.” He says, looking down at Dodger to see him wagging his tail and looking up at you guys.

You playfully rolled your eyes and kissed him.

“I’m so sending this video to Scott.” He says.

Chris pulled the video up on his phone and watched it. You watched it too. You couldn’t help but laugh when Maddie and her friends screamed when Chris scared them.

“Ok, fine.” You laughed. “It’s funny.” You admitted.

“See! I told you!” Chris laughs and kissed you. “I’m gonna send it to Sebastian and Anthony too.” He says, loud enough for Maddie to hear.

“DO NOT SEND IT TO UNCLE SEBASTIAN AND UNCLE ANTHONY!” Maddie shouts from the living room, making you and Chris laugh.

“TOO LATE!” Chris shouts back, clicking send.

Maddie groans and slouched back against the couch, already knowing what the texts from Sebastian and Anthony are going to say when they watch the video.

“I’m actually interested to know what Sebastian and Anthony are going to say when they watch that scare video.” You say with a small giggle.

“Me too.” He replies. “We already know what Scott is going to say.” He says with a chuckle and sent the video to his brother.

-Bucky’s Doll

[aashiqeddiediaz]

just realized that if christopher were to watch that video eddie took of him in 2x10 meeting santa, he would hear buck in the background fondly and proudly saying, “i really admire that kid. i love the way he always wants to do everything on his own.”

[f10werfae]

A Daddy’s girl

pairing: Dad!Ari Levinson x Milf!Reader

summary: Dad!Ari and Milf!Reader give their babygirl her well needed bath and reward themselves with a bit of soft kissy sex (soft!dom!ari) (slight somnophilia/cockwarming)

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated/Disclaimer 18+

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“youre so perfect momma, so good to our precious” Ari mumbled into Y/n’s ear, hugging her closely from behind, one of his hands groping her breast greedily as her vest now had wet patches from her milk leaking through. “I want you to use me baby, take what you need from me okay? You deserve it” He whispered kissing down her nape, feeling her shiver and nuzzle her ass back onto him.

“awh hey babygirl, ya love bein’ with your momma don’t ya pretty girl” Ari cooed letting his hand run over his baby girl’s head, her cute little face grinning under the water as his wife gently poured water over her. At 2 months old she was the cutest tiny thing, Ari and Y/n were absolutely smitten with the life they had created, “Babe, babe look she’s doin’ that same face you do” Y/n giggled watching while her babygirl squirmed and formed that famous Levinson grump on her face.

Grabbing their camera from the bathroom counter Ari quickly snapped a shot of his best girls in the bathtub, his wife and babygirl so clearly full of love for each other, even though he was sure their babygirl was more likely milk drunk having just been breastfed by her momma, his perfect wife. “You’re so beautiful ya know that?” Leaning over the tub he let his forehead lean against Y/n’s his lips meeting hers briefly before their babygirl starting cooing again clearly not liking the fact she wasn’t the centre of attention.

“Hm it’s okay pretty you’re still momma’s number one angel, daddy’s just a stinky man” Y/n joked cuddling a now towel covered baby into her chest. “Stinky huh? Well if I remember right i’m not the one that’s shit herself twice today” Ari said giving his little girl the stink eye, her tiny fists already reaching out for him with her mouth opening for a little yawn to make its way out. Kissing her husband’s neck sloppily, Y/n got out of the bathtub after her daughter leaving Ari to dry and dress their babygirl.

“Youre so pretty ya know that? Yes you do” Setting her onto the changing table Ari quickly put on her diaper, “I know pretty its so cold out here isn’t it? Dada’s nearly done baby” He reassured her, watching as she reacted to the cold lotion on her skin, clearly wanting some warmth from her daddy. Choosing a soft blue onesies accompanied by her sleep snuggie, he got her all wrapped up and in his arm within minutes, her sweet soft baby scent filling his nostrils as he cupped her head against his broad shoulder.

Mini Levinson lifted her head up slightly giving her daddy the biggest set of puppy eyes before her head become too heavy and she had to set it back down; effectively pulling at his heartstrings once again. “You got those eyes from your momma, both of you got daddy under your spell, you’re daddy’s perfect lil angel, all mommy’s and mine’s” He whispered nuzzling his nose against hers, softly padding into their bedroom he spotted his wife changed and only wearing one of his oversized tanks.

“There’s my girl” Y/n cooed brushing out her hair, instantly putting the hairbrush down to rush over and pepper her mini me in kisses, the tiny tot soon finding comfort in the binky Y/n put in her mouth. The tiny suckling sounds filling the room as her eyes slowly shut, her fists grabbing tightly onto her daddy’s shirt.

“She loves her dada” Y/n whispered tucking her in tighter into her snuggie, “Hell yeah she does, she’s my babygirl” Ari whispered, “Wait for me in bed momma, i’ll put our little precious down for the night alright? You’ve done enough for us today” Without another word Ari found himself in the room next door, a pastel purple room filled with all the toys, books and necessities for their growing girl. Her bassinet sat right in the corner with no pillows or blankets, for safety reasons, but her cute little night light sat down by the floor giving her some comfort.

“See ya in the mornin’ sweetpea, daddy’s gonna miss ya tonight” Gently setting the half asleep Levinson into her bassinet, he patted her bottom and back for a few minutes to lull her into a deep sleep, until he finally found it okay to step out. Turning on the white noise machine he tiptoed back to their bedroom, breathing out a sigh of relief when he saw his wife just cuddled up waiting for him on his side of the bed.

“Hey hotstuff don’t you look delicious” Ari chuckled crawling over to her, plopping himself right on top of her, his weight pinning her down in a comforting way. “You’re so funny, daddy” Y/n teased kissing his pink plump lips, letting her tongue mingle with his for a short wet kiss before he nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck; his arms wrapping around her soft belly bringing her close against his chest. “momma ya know what that name does ta me, makes me wanna make you big n’ full of me again” He growled slowly grinding his hardening cock against her bare ass..

“I-i’m tired Ari baby, our baby boo had me running in circles today” She whined feeling her body start to calm, although a part of her felt the wetness start to pool around her thighs. “I know she did, our little girl tired herself out, was sleepin’ by the time I got her into the crib” He chuckled just softly humping their bodies together, her quiet whines and whimpers causing him to smile and kiss her out of pride.

“youre so perfect momma, so good to our precious” Ari mumbled into Y/n’s ear, hugging her closely from behind, one of his hands groping her breast greedily as her vest now had wet patches from her milk leaking through. “I want you to use me baby, take what you need from me okay? You deserve it” He whispered kissing down her nape, feeling her shiver and nuzzle her ass back onto him.

“Need you inside honey, wanna feel you closer” Pulling Ari’s hand up inside her vest, she let it rest on her wet milky breasts, before using her hands to pull out his pre-cum leaking cock from inside his sweatpants. “feel the heat radiating from your pussy? all the love she has to give daddy” Both of them let out strained gasps once he slid in easily, knowing they hadn’t felt this close in weeks since their babygirl had most of their devoted attention. “I love you so much beautiful”

“I-I love you too Ari- fuck” Crying out her legs started to shake once Ari’s hand had snuck around and started to toy with her precious little button, her swollen clit begging to be played with as it stood proud out of her thick lips. “Don’t touch there d-“ Ari’s fingers slowly and carefully traced over the stretch marks which now littered her stomach and thighs, something he knew had thrown her off.

“They mean a lot to me so let me love them as if they're mine and not yours." He whispered back, feeling her pussy clench around his cock every few seconds, signifying that she was nearing her finish. To stimulate her even further his thick fingers found her wet hard nipples, tugging at them to squirt more milk out onto the vest which now clung to her like a swimsuit; no doubt their bedsheets were now soaked.

“M’gonna cum babe, so bad” Y/n whimpered reaching back to cling onto the hair at the back of Ari’s neck, her voice muffled as Ari stuck his milk soaked fingers into her mouth before putting it into his, “Milk tastes so good momma” Their bodies rocked and humped without abandon, the sound of skin slapping filled the room, the cool air conditioning preventing them from becoming stuffy. It only took a few more seconds before the band in her stomach snapped and she creamed all over his cock, him in turn filling her to the brim, a cream mixture collecting at the base of his cock.

“You want me to pull out baby? or plug you up with my cock and keep you full”

“Stay, I want you to stay in me daddy” She shuddered trying to shuffle back, trying to stuff more of him inside her, keeping her warm and stuffed just like she wanted. Eventually the both of them fell asleep, with him slowly fucking her throughout the night, even finding himself being fucked awake when she rode him at the first sign of daylight just before their parental duties came into full swing. God how he loved his woman.

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[malavera]

I just had a random thought

it’s funny how we (or some of us) grew up watching these gents movie with our father / mother and how they used to be gushing over how talented they are and awesome the movie is and now as we got older…

we be gushing over them in a different way.. 😶🫢

notice how i use their old movie gifs? 😌

[afictionalwhor3]

Daddy's Little Girl

A/N: Ik this isn't top gun but I was looking through my drafts and thought this was the cutest ever so I decided to post :)

Warnings: Reader and Chris get into a little argument and Chris is a little sad but other than that fluff.

Mob!Dad!Chris Evans x Wife!Mom!Reader

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You missed the days when all Bella could do was babble incoherently in your and Chris' arms. She had recently turned four and you felt like time was going so fast. Too fast. She was more talkative than ever and just as curious. She was always asking questions and learning new words. Bella's new favorite pastime has become interrupting Chris when he has meetings at home.

Since before Bella was born, you knew she was going to be a daddy's girl. Chris has been promising her the world since the day you two found out you were pregnant. If it wasn't for you, she would probably already have an island named after her and a pony. The man could run all of Boston and more, but when his little girl wanted ice cream for breakfast, she got ice cream for breakfast.

No matter how hard he tried he couldn't tell his little girl no. Even when she would come and interrupt his meetings. He didn't have the heart to look into her eyes that reflected yours and say no. Time was always going by so quick and sooner than he'd like to. There's going to be a time when she doesn't come running to him, so while he still can he will always welcome her with open arms. You know how serious Chris' meetings can get, and because he can't say no, you do your best to keep her as far from his office as possible.

Chris was having one of his most intense meetings yet. He had told you of some of the problems they were having with shipping. Product was going "missing", getting stolen on routes, and mysteriously "disappearing". They had been going at it since dawn so you have done your very best to keep Bella distracted all day. You took her to the park this morning, then to your get nails done, then ice cream, until she started to get tired and you had to come home.

After her nap, you had to come up with new distractions. It started with dinner and then watching TV together, and now you and Bella are playing dolls together in her playroom. You had reservations about leaving her alone, but you really needed to pee. It was only thirty seconds. You could leave her alone for thirty seconds, but you knew you'd have to be quick.

"I gotta run to the bathroom Bella. Stay here, don't move" You say and Bella doesn't pay you any mind as she continues to play with her dolls. "Bella Grace look at me," You say and she finally looks you in the eye "Do not leave this room okay?" You say looking at her pointedly as you stand up.

"Yes mama" She says then goes back to playing. You take another look at her before quickly making your way to the bathroom.

All Bella had to do was wait for the bathroom door to click and she bolted out the door. She made sure to stay as quiet as possible while she quickly sprinted to her dad's office. She couldn't help herself. She hadn't seen him all day.

"I don't give a shit about that Grillo! Where the fuck is my product?! It doesn't magically go missing!" Chris says standing up and slamming his hands down on his mahogany wood desk. Grillo was in charge of all the shipping and exports. At this point, Chris was fed up with his b.s excuses. He and his top men had been at this since the sun came up. He hasn't eaten, or seen his wife or his little girl all day and the best they could give him was excuses? Unacceptable.

"Maybe you should calm do-" Anthony starts to say before Chris cuts him off. He could feel the vein sticking out of his neck

"You want me to calm down? We've been going at this all fucking day and we aren't any step closer to figuring out what the fuck is going on! One of our most profitable forms of revenue is falling to pieces! All of you are lucky I don't fucking fire you! I pay you all for what?! So you can sit here and waste my fu-" and it's Chris' turn to stop when he sees the door start to open. He figures it's you and now he gets worried because he knows you would only come in if it was an emergency.

Chris' team looks at the door expectantly when all they hear are giggles. Chris lets out a breath and tries to hide a smile as Bella's curly hair comes into view. Chris hears her laugh and her little footsteps as she runs around the expensive leather furniture to her dad. Chris picks her right up and kisses her forehead while she smiles like it's Christmas morning. Bella lays her on his shoulder pushing her hair out of her face and Chris can't help the own smile that takes over his face. He's spent quite literally all day pissed off and in a bad mood, so seeing one of his favorite girls is definitely already making him feel better.

"Where's mama baby?" Chris asks kissing her forehead. Any rage Chris might've been feeling suddenly dissipated while the most trusted members of the Evans family mob watched on. Almost all of them were used to the soft side of Chris that he reserved for you and his little girl.

"Bathroom. I escaped" She says giggling and Chris sighs just as you come through the door. You look around and Chris can see the worried look on your face.

"It's okay y/n. I got her," Chris says as you see Bella resting in his arms. You walk over and place your hands on your hips.

"Bella Grace I thought I told you to stay put. You can't keep disturbing your dad while he's working." You say putting your hands on your hips.

"It's okay y/n. She came in at the perfect time" Chris says looking at you. You hated when he undermined you like this, but you knew this was not the time or place to bring this up. "Meeting over. All of you get the hell out of here and find the answers I want," Chris says as everyone gets up to walk out. Anthony and Sebastian hang back to briefly talk to Chris and say hello to the two of you. After a few minutes however, they join the crowd and leave. When you look at Bella again she is on the verge of sleeping when Chris says,

"Go lay down. I'll put her in her bed for the night. I'll meet you in the room in a minute" He says kissing you softly before you pull away and make your way to the room. Chris can tell you're pissed at him but for now, focuses his attention on getting Bella in her pj's and in bed.

Getting back to yours and Chris' shared room you fall on the bed suddenly realizing how tired your are. The plush of the comforter welcoming you in. Keeping a wild four year old entertained all day was a lot harder than people sold it out to be. You could feel your eyes starting to drift closed when you hear Chris walk into the room.

"Hey I'm sure you're pissed I didn't do anything about her coming in the room but y/n I really can't say no to her. And she really did come in at a good time because I swear I was about to blow a gasket." Chris says coming to stand in front of you so you sit up.

"That's great Chris but you know I hate when you undermine me like that. Not only in front of the guys, but in front of Bella. It teaches her that she doesn't have to listen to me or anyone because you are always gonna be there to bail her out. I love your relationship with her I really do but it's unfair that I constantly have to be painted as the bad guy when I try to introduce any form of discipline," You express to Chris trying your best not to turn this into a screaming match. Chris gets down on one knee so he's eye level with you.

"I'm sorry y/n I really am. It is never my intention to undermine you I swear to that. It's just when I look at her I see so much of you. It's not an excuse but I can't tell you no either, I never could and I never will. And with Bella, she's only gonna be this small for so long. I can't even believe she's already four. Eventually there's gonna be a point where she doesn't run to me. Where she won't care enough to interrupt my meetings or she'll get too big to jump in my arms. I think I'm so scared for that day I don't want her to have any reason to start any sooner." Chris says looking at you his blue eyes slightly glossy as he looks at you and you sigh. You pull him into you and he wraps his arms around your frame and rests his head on your chest. You use one hand to play in his hair,

"I'm sorry Chris. I honestly never it saw it from your point of view. And I don't want you to think I'm mad at you either, it's just I don't want to be seen as the bad guy all the time cause I'm tryna prepare her for the world. I know you're scared about her outgrowing you but I promise she won't Chris. No matter how old or big she gets, she will always be daddy's little girl. And whenever she needs advice you will always be one of the first people she runs to. I can promise you that Chris," You say as Chris looks up at you. You press a soft kiss to his lips,

"Thank you y/n I really needed to hear that. And I promise to do my best to start trying to enforce rules with her as well. I promise." He says and you smile giving him another kiss.

"Thank you baby. Now when was the last time you ate? It's late and I need to make sure you get something in your system" You say looking at him curiously. Chris picks you up forcing you wrap your legs around his waist and gasp.

"I got a perfect meal right here," He says making you giggle as he lays you higher on the bed and spends a better part of the night pleasuring your body. While you lay soundly asleep on his chest he already has plans in motion for the cook to make all your and Bella'a favorite breakfast foods. Because at the end of the day, he wanted nothing but the best for his two favorite girls.

[chrisevansonly]

NEW Little Duck Masterlist: Full Fics, Headcannons and Blurbs

Full Fics

Chris’s Little Family☘️

Not a Typical Weekend☘️

Sick Baby Duck☘️

Momma’s Day Off☘️

Helping Hand☘️

Unexpected and Unwelcomed☘️

Little Duck☘️

Sick Day for Arlie☘️

The Night from Hell☘️

A Very Beachy Night Out☘️

Little Ducks Show and Tell☘️

Facetime Greetings☘️

Little Duck and her Bicycle☘️

Arlie Goes to the Paediatrician ☘️

Hands off my Momma☘️

Love in a Bookshop☘️

Little Duck’s Teaparty☘️

The Son I Never Had☘️

Arlie on Talkshows☘️

Daddy Designer ☘️

Welcome Home Arlie Mae☘️

Wesley’s First Words☘️

Momma & Arlie���s Day Out☘️

Headcannon’s and Blurbs

momma’s special surprise for arlie 🌷

little duck takes on lightyear 🌷

happy international women’s day🌷

little duck and momma’s beach day🌷

bahama momma🌷

rough patch🌷

little ducks special gift🌷

flower crown headcannon🌷

arlie watching barbie 🌷

arlie’s first shots🌷

momma and chris’s halloween prank🌷

arlie’s reaction to baby brother news🌷

arlie’s first daycare drop off🌷

arlie’s got an ouchie🌷

little ducks aren’t allowed boyfriends🌷

little duck birthday traditions 🌷

arlie’s birthday wish 🌷

happy mother’s day momma🌷

duckling check - in🌷

[enchantedsoulofmine]

Those eyes…

Chris Evans x Fem! Reader

Summary : You just love those eyes…

Warning : Nah

Note : English is not my first language

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The sweet chirping of those birds made you open your eyes slowly. As soon as you opened them, you closed them as the gleaming rays of the sun hit your eyes. You sighed and rubbed your eyes, finally opening them.

You put your hand on your side and felt nothing just soft sheets against your palm rather than a stoned chest or a broad back. You smiled knowing that your dear husband was either in the bathroom or down in the kitchen.

You looked towards the bathroom but no one was there. You heard a soft jazz tune playing downstairs and that was your key to know that your hubby dearest was down in the kitchen. You smiled at your thoughts which were about how lucky you were to have Chris as your husband, opening the door of your bedroom, you took the flight of stairs to the living room.

You slowly opened the kitchen door and saw your husband swinging while making eggs. You resisted a giggle and sneaked your way towards him.

‘I know you are there baby mama, good morning’ Chris said, giggling a little. ‘How the fuck you know when im around you?’ You said, both perplexed and annoyed as your plan to surprise him failed. ‘Your footsteps love, its been four years since our marriage and I got the hold of your footsteps’ Chris smiled at you and gave you a wink.

You were about to say something but the breads came out of the toaster which made you stop. ‘Go on my love, im listening’ Chris said while going to take out the breads. ‘You’re just so amazing Chris’ damn those hormones started their work again. ‘No, I hate those wet eyes baby’ Chris pouted and came to you, holding your chin up so that your eyes were in contact with his.

You just kept looking at him.

‘If you look at me with those eyes my love, I swear im gonna be so fuckin hard’ Chris caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers.

‘I wish our child to have your eyes, Chris’ you softly spoke up.

‘And I wish they get your smile which I got flat on’ Chris grinned and bit his lips, not breaking the eye contact.

You didn’t even realise that your eyes brimmed tears until a drop fell on your cheek. Chris wiped away the drop and smiled softly at you, keeping his palm on your bump.

You kept your hand on top of his, Chris couldn’t take it anymore so he just leaned forward and pressed his lips on yours.

When you both pulled away, you just said ‘I love you’…

‘I love you so much more’ Chris remarked.

‘No, I love you more’ you whined a little which made your hubby laugh.

‘Alright fine, let’s have this argument later and first have your breakfast’ Chris said and took out a chair for you to sit which made you grin.

‘Please my lady’ Chris bowed down to you and you just started laughing at the gesture.

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[megalony]

Soft Spot- Part 2

This is the next art of my new dark! Mob! Chris Evans series, I hope you will all like it, feedback would be lovely.

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Summary: Chris has his hands full with his club, his boys and his wife who he dotes on. Things get harder when (Y/n)’s pregnant but she’s barely gotten over losing their little girl.

Enjoy.

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(Y/n) felt like stomping her foot on the ground to make the automatic doors register her presence and open to her like the gates of Hell opening up. It wasn't as if she was too light for the sensor to register her and she was stood as close as possible but the doors to the gym were on their last legs. Chris was havnig them replaced next week, finally.

When the doors finally opened, (Y/n) was hit like a wave of that smell which lingered with her wherever she went. It smelt of bleach and metal and if she took a big deep breath, sometimes Chris's smell wafted in through the air too.

She dragged her feet through to reception and tried to keep a straight, tall composure but it was getting hard. Her body felt like it needed to collapse, her legs were hard as stone and her arms were barely able to move at her sides. She had felt too unwell to drive today and was thankful the gym was only a fifteen minute walk from their home.

Scanning her fingers through her pockets, (Y/n) tried to find her keycard. Only Chris, (Y/n) and Sebastian had the master keycards that opened every and any door in the gym, even the 'dark room' where people got put back in line and sometimes fights happened under the radar.

Her hands moved to her bag hanging on her shoulder to scan through for her keycard but nothing was going her way. Her purse rattled around in her bag, her pack of paracetamol clinked against the few mints and sweets she had in there for the boys and her keys jumped like they were wild frogs. She would have to rampage through her bag to find her key and she just didn't have the energy for that.

She wanted to scream. (Y/n) wanted to scream and shout and collapse down on her knees until Chris came and found her. But all she could do was stand and stare at the desk in front of her. There were three people in reception hanging around like they were having a casual chat which wasn’t the most normal sight in the club but their conversations died out immediately when their eyes landed on (Y/n).

"Jack, buzz me through please." (Y/n) leaned her arm on the reception desk and tried to smile at the older man sitting behind the desk before she glanced at the two men stood near the door.

They were trying to smile at her but they couldn't seem to be able to. Usually everyone was cool and calm around her, they flocked to talk to her and make sure she was alright because having a conversation with Chris was hard. He was the boss, anything they said or did was noted and remembered and it made people anxious. The only person who could joke with Chris and not fear the consequences, was Sebastian.

"Yeah, um... (Y/n)..."

Jack lifted his hand and slowly pointed to his nose as his smile faded and a look of concern washed over him.

(Y/n) felt a flash of worry in her stomach and she swiped her hand beneath her nose to find she was having a nosebleed.

Great. That was just what she needed today.

"Here," Dean, who had been standing by the door, swiftly held out a hankerchief which (Y/n) took gratefully.

The sound of the door buzzing made relief bubble in her chest and (Y/n) nodded at the men before she tried to hurry through the doors but she didn't feel well. She hadn't eaten anything for about two days which was making her feel limp and lifeless. All she did was throw up when she ate anything, no matter what time of day it was so she had decided abstenance was going to be her friend for the next day or two. Even water was coming back up with vengence. And now with blood gushing through the handkerchief and onto her fingers, her head was feeling woozy.

She could barely see to walk past the equipment room and trudge down to the corridor at the back. (Y/n) let most of her weight lean on the wall and she shuffled down until she reached Chris's office.

There was no energy left in (Y/n) to try and look through her bag for the key to the office. She let herself slide down until she was sat on the floor and her forehead rested against the office door with the hankerchief glued to her nose and mouth.

(Y/n) didn't know how long she sat there for. It may have been a few seconds, it could have been half an hour, she wasn't sure. All she knew was she must have blacked out because when she opened her eyes, the blood on her hand was dried and crusted and she had started to sweat. The door was as cold as ice and it felt soothing against her burning skin so she leaned her head on it a little more before her eyes fell closed again.

"Shit!"

A tremor of fear trickled down Sebastian's spine when he turned the corner and glanced down the corridor. He could feel a hand clenching round his lungs when he realised it was (Y/n) slumped on the floor with blood on her hands.

Oh God, what had happened to her? Why hadn't anyone seen her or come to get him or Chris?

Chris was going to hit the roof when he came here.

Sebastian jogged down the corridor and crouched in front of (Y/n). He was careful when he reached over and gently cupped (Y/n)'s face in his hands so he could turn her head to face him. The relief he felt almost knocked him off balance when he realised she had had a nose bleed. As long as no one had tried to punch or attack her and nothing was wrong with the baby, then this wouldn't be too bad. He could call Chris without fearing that his boss would hit the roof or explode.

One time Sebastian had seen someone smack (Y/n)'s bum when she passed and safe to say, Chris broke the man's wrist. He didn't know what Chris would do if someone dared to punch or frisk or attack (Y/n). He would likely murder someone for doing that to his wife.

"Hey, (Y/n), you with me?"

Moving his hand, Sebastian pressed the back of his hand against her temple before he sighed and pursed his lips. She had a fever.

It took a lot of effort for (Y/n) to try and move and in the end she gave up, settling for resting her hand on Sebastian's wrist to acknowledge him. It was hard enough keeping her eyes on him, let alone trying to move from where she was uncomfortably tucked into the corner of the doorway.

Fumbling around on his trousers, he grabbed the small radio clipped onto his belt. It was easier to contact everyone around the gym on a radio than trying to search for them or ring them. Every worker had one.

"Chris, can you come to the office, (Y/n)'s here." Sebastian was the only one who was allowed to call Chris by his name. Everyone else who worked for him was demoted to calling him 'boss' or 'sir'. And he couldn't go telling everyone on the radio what state (Y/n) was in, he didn't want everyone flocking down to see what was going on. It wouldn't be fair on her.

"What have you been doing?" He muttered quietly to himself before he took the hankerchief from her hand and tried to wipe beneath her nose and mouth. The less blood Chris saw, the calmer he would be when he got here.

"Seb... what're you doing?"

Chris's head tipped at an odd angle and his shoulders hunched up and tensed as he walked slowly down the corridor. He didn't like the look of his right-hand man crouched down on the floor, hiding (Y/n) from sight. He brushed his hands over his trousers to try and smudge some of the blood from his hands but he could feel the dried blood caked beneath his fingernails and he couldn't scrub his knuckles well, lest he wanted to scrub off the scabs starting to form. Chris knew his wife hated to see blood on his hands so he always washed up before he saw her.

If he knew she was coming to the club this early he would have washed up way before now.

When he got up close to the pair of them, he could feel his blood running cold and tingling down to his fingertips. (Y/n), his precious girl, was curled up on the floor like she was cowering away from them. Her eyes were barely open, streaks of blood were smeared across her nose and down her lips and chin and he could see the blood on her hands. And the bloody hankerchief Sebastian was gripping like it was his lifeline.

Why was his wife barely conscious on the floor, smeared in blood? How had she got this far and no one had noticed or told him?

"What the fuck happened to her?"

"I don't know, she was here when I came down."

When Sebastian shuffled back, Chris went down on his knees and cupped (Y/n)'s face so she was looking at him. He saw the moment she realised he was there because her eyes seemed to brighten and a lopsided smile graced her red lips and the look made his heart jump.

"Baby, baby look at me. What happened?" Chris's voice was oddly gentle and soft around the edges like he was slowly melting on the inside from loving her. But he couldn't quite hide the concern from reaching his hardened features, he wanted to know what happened and he wanted to make sure if someone hurt her, they would pay for it.

"I had a nosebleed," (Y/n) could feel her senses slowly coming back to her now and with Chris's fingers splayed across her neck and his thumbs slowly rubbing over her cheeks, she felt like she was waking up from anaesthetic.

"No one's hurt you, then?"

"No, baby. I- I think I blacked out though,"

She couldn't help but smile. The concern was evident in his eyes and the wary tone of his voice and it made (Y/n)'s heart skip a beat. She hadn't meant to scare him or any of the workers but she didn't want to stay home alone when she felt unwell. The best place to be was with Chris but she also didn't want to interrupt when he was working and if he thought she hadn't noticed the blood on his hands, he was mistaken.

"You've got a fever babygirl. Come on, let's get you sat in the office."

Moving his hands, Chris wrapped his arms around (Y/n)'s waist and quietly counted to three before he stood up and pulled her to her feet. The way (Y/n) lazily smiled up at him and rubbed her hands over his shoulders made him playfully roll his eyes and sigh.

"Hi," She whispered quietly into his neck, muttering a quiet 'oh' when her legs wobbled and her weight fell onto his chest. It was a good job he had been expecting it, he took all her weight in his arms without faltering or stumbling back. And he kept her leaned against his chest with one arm so his other hand could cradle the back of her head while Sebastian unlocked the office door.

"Come on," He muttered quietly against her hair as he guided her into the office but after a few steps, Chris gave up.

He moved his arms once again and effortlessly scooped (Y/n) up like she was one of the boys he was carrying to bed. He felt her squeak of surprise against his neck but she made no protest. She looped her arms around his neck and let him carry her through to the sofa, surprised when Chris sat down and perched her on his lap.

"It's a good job we're going to the hospital today," He whispered the words quietly in her ear as he sat back and slouched against the sofa, letting (Y/n) lean back into his chest.

They were going to the hospital for a scan today and Chris couldn't be more relieved. He needed to tell the midwife (Y/n) wasn't eating and was barely drinking anything because she kept being sick. She couldn't keep carrying on like this without any help, they needed a doctor's advice and someone to look her over and make sure she was okay. As much as Chris loved having (Y/n) at the office, he couldn't have her turning up and blacking out when she got here, it was too dangerous.

What if the next time she felt ill she didn't make it to the gym and she collapsed in the street?

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A fond look washed over Chris's face and he couldn't help the smile that broke out on his lips when he glanced across at his girl. For the past few minutes, he had felt (Y/n) brushing her fingers across his bruised knuckles but now she had his hand held up to her face so she could kiss his knuckles.

With how many fights he got into, his hands scarcely managed to heal before the old wounds were cut open again and his hands were usually always large and swollen. His knuckles and the back of his hands were discoloured with red and white streaks across them from scars that were continuously re-opened.

"How do you feel?" He asked quietly before he scuffed his chair a bit closer to the bed she was lying on.

"Better," Both of them knew it was a lie and (Y/n) knew better than to lie to Chris when he could always tell, but he dropped the matter and stayed quiet with a small smile gracing his lips.

He knew she wasn't feeling better. Her temperature had gone down a bit but she was still pale and looked sickly. Deep down, Chris had an unsettling feeling that (Y/n) was going to be admitted to the hospital and if that happened, he would need all the strength and help he could get.

He knew (Y/n) wouldn't stay here without him.

After losing Evelyn, (Y/n) hadn't been eating or drinking and got admitted to hospital. Chris had left her on the ward for all of two hours before the hospital nurse had rang him, begging for him to come back because (Y/n) had ripped out her IV, almost hit a nurse and tried to leave without being discharged. He had to fight with her to get her back in bed and wait for someone to sedate her so she could rest.

"Good afternoon Mrs Evans, how are you today?" (Y/n) sat up a bit straighter and forced a smile when the midwife walked in.

"I'm okay-"

"Baby," There was a warning tone to Chris's deep voice that made (Y/n) wince and when she dared to look over at him, the smile had fallen from his lips and his brows were raised. She could be on death's door sick to her stomach and she would still try and convince everyone she was fine. It was something that always upset Chris, no matter how ill (Y/n) was she never wanted to make a fuss or have people worry about her. But she couldn't always act like she was fine when she really wasn't.

"I haven't been feeling so good today,"

A groan left his lips and he hung his head in his hands, scraping his fingers over his beard before he dared to look up at the midwife standing across the bed from him.

"She's not been eating properly for over a week and she blacked out this morning after a nosebleed. You're not fine."

"Okay, when was the last time you ate and managed to keep it down?"

(Y/n) slowly spun the ring round on Chris's finger that seemed to have stollen her attention for the meantime. When she dared to look at Chris who was looking the other way, she felt a shiver creeping up her neck. He wasn't going to be happy when he found out she had lied to him.

"I- I haven't kept anything down so I haven't really eaten for nearly three days, I guess."

She could feel the way Chris tightened his hand around hers until she could barely feel her fingers anymore. His head snapped to look at her and a gleam crossed his eyes.

"What about fluids?"

"Water won't even stay down,"

"I'll need to take some blood for testing but if you can't keep any fluids down, I'd like to admit you to hospital. You'll need an IV of nutrients and some anti-sickness medication. Let's take a look at little one first though."

(Y/n)'s hands started to shake but she tried her best to steady them as she rolled up her shirt to expose her stomach. She was only just over three months along so her stomach wasn't shaped or round yet but she couldn't wait for it to be.

When her eyes darted over to Chris, for a dreaded moment (Y/n) thought he was going to walk out when he rose to his feet. Her mind raced, panicking that she had riled him up by not telling him how bad she had been feeling, but she felt her heart jump when he moved closer instead of away. He stood by the side of the bed, one arm sneaking around her shoulders while his other hand held hers again.

The look in his eyes told her they would be talking about this later, but for now he was still excited. It didn't matter that this was their fourth pregnancy, it always felt like the first and Chris had gathered a collection of scan photos in his top bedside drawer.

"Alrighty, if you look at the screen here," the midwife turned the monitor towards the couple before she began to point. "Oh, congratulations are in order. There's baby A, and there's baby B."

(Y/n) could feel the shudder that rattled through Chris before tremoring through her too.

Twins.

Two babies to feed during the night and watch over and change and settle when they cried bloody murder. Two children to try and decifer and get confused. What if they got muddled which was which?

Two chances of losing a baby. Two babies at the same time was harder than looking after one. (Y/n) could miss any telltale signs that one of them wasn't okay and she could lose another child. nothing had been wrong with Evelyn until she stopped breathing. The last time (Y/n) held her, she had been cold and heavy, an awful weight in (Y/n)'s arms when she didn't wriggle or whimper or blow raspberries.

She couldn't lose another baby- she couldn't lose two more babies.

(Y/n) didn't realise she'd been holding her breath until she felt Chris kissing her temple whispering 'breathe' against her flushed skin. His arm moved to rest across her chest and she clung tightly to his arm, digging her nails into his skin to try and ground herself to him as she sat forward.

"The boys will be happy," Chris kissed the top of (Y/n)'s head, smiling to himself when she nuzzled up against his bicep. He could practically hear her worries floating around in his head and despite his own worries and concerns, his excitement was overriding everything else.

Two more babies.

He couldn't think of anything better and he couldn't dare to think of the few worries in his head. He couldn't think of how (Y/n) might panic or lose her senses when she had two babies to worry about losing because what happened to Evelyn was a one in a million chance. If they tried to think and feel the same emotions they had with the boys, if they focused on their babies and didn't think too much of Evelyn, it would be alright.

Chris couldn't dare think what would happen if they had a girl or two girls. He didn't want to imagine replacing Evelyn or having two girls and either worry about losing them or feel cheated if they didn't and wonder why only Evelyn had to die. He couldn't even dare to think about another baby girl in his arms or the fact that he'd always wanted a little princess to spoil.

They would cross that bridge in two months when they found out what they were having.

"(Y/n), I'd like to take some blood now, then I'll made a few calls so you can be admitted to the ward."

(Y/n) didn't have the will or the energy to fight it. She might not have to stay overnight or more than one night and they were already in the maternity unit of the hospital so she wouldn't have far to go. Right now, her head was spinning and her skin was prickling with heat and all she wanted to do was sleep.

She waited for the midwife to go retrieve a vile and needle before she held her arm out. Her eyes closed and she buried her face deeper into Chris's bicep. She didn't like needles.

Chris on the other hand, was fascinated with them. Blood and gore was his speciality, he could skillfully slice someone open and knew where would inflict the most pain. He could cut someone from their elbow vertically down to their wrist and know it was the quickest way for them to bleed out and die. His eyes watched in curiosity as a band was strapped tight around (Y/n)'s upper arm before the needle was punctured into the crease of her elbow.

The midwife took to viles of blood which she labelled and set in a basket on her desk before she turned back to face them.

"If you could wait back in the waiting room, someone will come and direct you when I've let the doctor know."

"Thank you,"

(Y/n) could feel her hands shaking when she cleaned her stomach. Taking blood always made her woozy and with how uneasy she felt already, now she felt horrid. Her head was swimming, she couldn't feel her fingers or even her hands anymore and she realised that she was trembling.

"Baby, are you alright?"

Chris held his hands out to steady (Y/n) when she stood on wobbling legs and seemed to stop. Her eyes had a faraway look like she was looking into a whole other world but he didn't like the way she was shaking and the colour seemed to drain from her completely. He had been with her the first time she had her bloods done and she threw up and passed out at the same time. Every time after that she either went lightheaded or she had to lie down because it made her feel sick.

Everything started to spin.

"Help," Just as the word spluttered past her chapped lips, (Y/n) felt the room turn on its axis and she suddenly became weightless.

Chris groaned when (Y/n)'s head bashed into his shoulder and momentairely jarred his arm before he tried to gain back composure. He locked his arms around her hips and pulled her into his lower abdomen before she had chance to hit the ground. He couldn't have her hurting herself, not when she was weakened and rather ill already.

Spinning (Y/n) around, Chris hoisted her up bridal style, making sure her head was on his shoulder and not hanging back so she didn't hurt her neck.

"Lay her back on the bed,"

He did as he was told and slowly eased (Y/n) back down on the bed before he held her hand and gently carded his fingers through her hair. His eyes watched the midwife intently as she checked (Y/n)'s pulse and placed a thermometer between her lips.

"She's got a high temperature, I'll go get her admitted on a ward."

"Oh baby, what am I gonna do with you?"

[buddiesmutslut]

I would pay an honestly absurd amount of money to see one of Eddie’s friends that Chris knows & likes (whether that’s Tommy since everybody wants him to be an MC, or a good friend from the army or Texas) come over & hang around them, and for Chris to be excited & greet them like, “Uncle Tommy!” (Or whether their name is.)

Especially if Buck is there & gets worried like, “he’s never called me Uncle, am I not as important to this kid as I thought I was?”

Force them both to really look at the role Buck plays in Christopher’s life vs how the rest of their friends act/treat Chris, bc even if Buddie doesn’t get together, I’d love to see it acknowledged canonically just how fatherly Buck acts with Chris.

(Obviously in my dream world & in the fic I’ll probably write, this will be what kickstarts Buck & Eddie figuring their shit out and getting together but that’s just me)

[plantswithme]

someone should write a fic where sam and bucky get interviewed by buzzfeed as they play with kittens

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Christmas Shopping » Steve Rogers/Captain America

Week of December 8th-14th

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Steve Rogers x Wife/Mom!Reader with daughter Sarah

Summary: Steve takes yours and his daughter Christmas shopping for your present.

Warnings: none except Fluff

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

Divider made by me

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

Steve quietly walked in his and yours 4 years old daughter’s bedroom. He smiles when he seen her cuddled up with her favorite stuffed animal. Sarah looks so peaceful and adorable when she’s sleeping. Steve hates to wake her up early, but he promised her a few days ago that he’d take her Christmas shopping for your Christmas present.

“Sarah, sweetheart.” Steve coos softly. “It’s time to wake up.” He says, moving her messy hair out of her face.

“Sleeping, daddy.” Sarah murmurs.

“I gave you an extra hour.” He said. “We’re going shopping for mommy’s Christmas present today, remember?” He says.

“Mommy’s present?” She asks, opening her eyes and looked at her daddy.

“Yes, mommy’s present.” He confirms.

Sarah stretches and rubs her eyes before sitting up. Steve picked out an outfit for her and let her get dressed on her own. Actually, she said she wanted to dress herself. Steve didn’t stand in the way of that and let her do that.

“Daddy, I want to wear these shoes!” Sarah says, holding up a pair of red sneakers.

“Let’s brush your hair first, sweetie.” Steve says.

“I want a ponytail.” She says, sitting down in the chair.

“I can do that.” He smiles.

As Steve is brushing Sarah’s hair, she furrows her eyebrows in confusion. It didn’t take her long to notice that you weren’t home.

“Daddy, where’s mommy?” She asks curiously.

“She had to go into work early today.” He tells her, putting her hair in a ponytail.

“Oh ok.” She replies.

Steve put Sarah’s sneakers on and she jumped off of the chair, running to the door in excitement.

“At ease, mini Captain.” Steve stops her. “Put on your jacket first. It’s cold outside.” He says.

“Oh yea.” She giggles.

Steve held her jacket to help her put it on.

“Ok, now we can go.” He says.

Sarah squeals in excitement. Steve opened the door and she ran out of the house to the car. She reached up to try to open the car door, but couldn’t quite reach it. Sarah made a huffing noise and crossed her arms over her chest with a pout on her face. Steve smiles at her cuteness and opened the car door for her. She was able to climb in the car in get in her car seat. Steve helped her buckle her seatbelt before getting in the car.

“Daddy?” Sarah says as Steve started the car.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Steve asks, looking back at her.

“Can we get hot chocolate please?” She asks.

“Of course we can, sweetie!” He answers with a smile.

“Yay!” She exclaims, making Steve smile.

Steve got Sarah hot chocolate first before going to the mall for your Christmas present.

“This place is big.” Sarah says, looking around the mall.

She says that any chance she gets to go to the mall with you and Steve.

“It is, but stay with me please.” Steve says, holding his hand out for her to hold.

Sarah put her smaller hand in his and they started walking around the mall.

“What do you think mommy wants for Christmas?” He asks, looking down at Sarah.

“Puppy!” She says excitedly, looking up at her daddy.

“Let’s save that for her birthday, sweetheart.” He says.

Sarah nods and continues thinking of what to get you for Christmas. She hums to herself and taps her index finger against her chin while she thought of what to get you for Christmas. That’s when she seen a jewelry store on the other side of the mall.

“There!” She points at the jewelry store. “I want to get mommy a necklace for Christmas!” She says.

“That sounds great to me, sweetheart.” He agrees.

Steve and Sarah walked to the other side of the mall where the jewelry store is. Steve picked Sarah up so she could have a better view of the necklaces.

“Which one do you think mommy will like?” Steve asks.

Sarah silently stared into the jewelry cases, trying to figure out which one you would like the best. After a moment, something finally caught her eye.

“This one!” Sarah points at a beautiful necklace with a diamond charm on it. “Mommy will look pretty in this!” She says sweetly with a smile.

“She will look pretty wearing it.” Steve agrees with a smile.

An employee walked over to Steve and Sarah.

“Can I help you two with anything?” The employee asks.

“I want to get this necklace for my mommy.” Sarah tells the employee.

The employee looks at the necklace that Sarah is pointing at and smiles.

“Good choice!” She says with a smile.

The employee got it out of the jewelry case and put it in a cute maroon velvet box and then put it in a bag. Steve paid for it and then him and Sarah left the mall.

On the drive home, Sarah’s eyes lit up with excitement when she seen her favorite bakery.

“Daddy!” Sarah exclaims excitedly.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Steve asks, glancing at her in the rear view mirror.

“Bakery!” She says, pointing at the bakery on the corner of the street.

That was enough for Steve to know that Sarah wants a treat from the bakery. He can’t deny his baby girl of that. So he took her to the bakery and got something for her, him, and you before going home.

Steve and Sarah got home before you. That gave them enough time to wrap your Christmas present. Actually, Steve wrapped it. Sarah was distracted by the bows.

“Can I put the bow on it, daddy?” She asks.

“Of course you can, sweetie. Choose one.” Steve says.

Sarah looked at the variety of bows in front of her. There were different sizes and colors. She finally decided on a small red one and stuck it to the top of the present.

“Good job, Sarah.” He smiles at his daughter. “We make a good present wrapping team.” He says.

Sarah nods with a smile.

“Do you want to put it under the tree?” He asks.

Sarah grabbed your Christmas present and put it in the perfect spot under the tree while Steve cleaned up the mess of wrapping paper, bows, and tape.

You came home about an hour later. Sarah knew the sound of your footsteps and ran to you.

“Mommy!” Sarah jumps in your arms.

“Hi, baby girl!” You smiled, hugging her. “Did you have fun with daddy today?” You asked, walking further into the house.

“Yes!” She nods. “Go to the kitchen! We got treats!” She says.

You walked to the kitchen with Sarah in your arms and seen a box from Sarah’s favorite bakery. You opened it and seen your favorite Christmas treat in it, along with Steve’s and Sarah’s.

“Hi, honey.” Steve smiles, walking in the kitchen.

“Hi, babe.” You smiled back.

Steve gave you a soft and small kiss on your lips. He gave you a couple more kisses. Sarah took the opportunity to reach in the box, grab her Christmas treat and took a bite of it. You felt crumbs fall on your arm and you looked at your daughter to see frosting on her face.

“Sarah, baby, you’re going to make a mess.” You giggled.

“Oopsie.” She says cutely.

Steve got a paper towel and wiped the frosting off of her face. Sarah scrunched up her face when he did that, making you and Steve chuckle. He gave her a kiss on top of her head.

“I love you, sweetie.” He says to Sarah.

“I love you, daddy.” Sarah says before taking another bite of her treat.

“And I love you, honey.” He says softly, kissing your lips.

“I love you too, baby.” You murmured softly and pecked his lips.

-Bucky’s Doll

[captain-judd]

I have a question about your tags: how would Buck being in a relationship with Tommy make Tommy one of Chris's dads? Buck is only his father through his connection with Eddie. If Tommy doesn't have that connection with Eddie he doesn't become a father to Chris.

hey, thanks for reaching out! I don't remember which post exactly that was on although it's reasonable to assume i was mostly joking, but have a little thought experiment anyway

to me it's a funny idea that chris just collects father figures because eddie is incapable of being Normal about his friends lmao. so tommy being a father figure to chris could go two ways:

in theory, if bucktommy were endgame and and buck continued his presence in christopher's life (because duh) it wouldn't be unreasonable that tommy would also develop a close relationship with him, right? we already know chris likes tommy, because buck said chris wouldn't stop talking about him in 7x04. i don't mean that tommy would automatically get any kind of custody over chris just for being buck's boyfriend, but if it's a long term dynamic it would be weird for tommy to have no relationship at all with chris

eddie and tommy had obviously spent a lot of time together in those weeks since 7x03, and eddie himself said he really enjoyed having a new friend he just clicked with. he invited tommy round to hang out with him and chris on at least one occasion, very early into their friendship. they could absolutely continue on this trajectory and have a close long-lasting friendship. it's not unusual for friends of parents to become parental figures if they're close enough!

i hope that makes sense?

[cevansbrat0007]

Something about Andy Bear as a Daddy which really does it for me. To see him being domestic with the kids and then casually fooling out kisses and cuddles on Baby Girl…that is my dream 🥹

Our Andy Bear *loves* being a Daddy. Sure he can be a dramatic, slightly overprotective menace - but that man adores his family. They are his happy place. Barber Family Movie Nights are his absolute favorite thing.

Everyone curls up with blankets and pillows. Sometimes they even "camp out" with sleeping bags and whatnot. Of course Baby Girl usually has to *share* hers with Andy. He claims he gets cold easily. Oh, and certain action sequences make him nervous so he needs the occasional kiss to help calm his anxiety.

But they also find themselves snuggling with the kids too. Good thing they invested in the over-sized sleeping bags and a couple of air mattresses.

This little family loves each other to the moon and back.

You'll find your own Andy Bear and then you'll live your dream and create your own family whenever the time is right. I have faith. And I'm sending some GP magic your way too. Thanks for the ask!

[aorifukuzawa]

To remember 💜💜💜

Dada’s Home.

Word Count: 3.6k

Category: Angst to fluff

Warning: A few curse words and not proofread because i’m always too excited

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

this was supposed to be super angsty but it got so stinking cute.

..

Christmas has always had many connotations; warmth despite the December cold, love, jolly, and merry feeling of being among your loved ones.

“I’m sorry,” Chris had whispered, 3 weeks before Christmas day, as he hugged you from behind, “I’ll try to be here before Christmas.”

You were in a sombre mood the moment your husband, Chris, had told you about how he was requested to travel for work and there was a chance he wouldn’t be there for Christmas—it also being the first time you were going to be apart since your daughter was born and while you knew his job required a lot of traveling, you relished the domesticity of it all when he was at home with you, working from the comfort of your home and being able to see him that frequently.

It was especially disappointing having to imagine experiencing your 10-month-old daughter’s first Christmas without him.

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[enchantedsoulofmine]

Chris’ instagram but you’re his wife pt2

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Soft Spot

This is a new Dark/ Mob Chris Evans series I am hoping to be working on I hope you will all enjoy it.

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Summary: Chris has his hands full with his club, his boys and his wife who he dotes on. Things get harder when (Y/n)’s pregnant but she’s barely gotten over losing their little girl.

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Tiptoeing across the landing, the eldest boy crept around the squeaky floorboards and moved over towards the bathroom. He knew the rules of the house like the back of his hand and one of them was that if either of his parents were in the bathroom, he had to knock. He couldn't just barge in there like he had done on some occasions in the past. But the bathroom door was ever so slightly open, just a crack.

That little crack let Ronan sneak a small glimpse of the bathroom so he pressed his head against the doorframe and peeked inside. He was nosey by nature, he couldn't help it but there was just something so fascinating about watching his dad prepare for work.

He could see Chris clearly through the small opening in the door. His dad was stood in front of the bathroom sink, water dripping from his face and hands and a few droplets were falling from his hair. For a moment, he thought his dad might be shaving but when he watched him, he was just having a wash. Ronan couldn't remember the last time his dad had shaved. His mum liked the beard so much Chris never shaved it off anymore.

From this angle, Ronan could see the slick black and silver hand-gun tucked into the waistband of his trousers against his back. His dad never went anywhere without it.

Chris shook his hands over the sink before he grabbed the towel and dried himself off. Reaching at the back of the sink, he grabbed his watch and silver wrist chain and slipped them over his bruised, scabbing knuckles, passed the various rings cladding his fingers.

He took one last look in the mirror and raked his fingers through his hair, brushing the brown locks back on his head before he reached across for his plain black shirt. He never wore white to work. Blood never came out of a white shirt like it did a black or navy blue one.

"What's up bud?"

Ronan jolted against the door and smacked his forehead against it in shock. How did his dad know he was watching him? He had been so quiet, he didn't make a sound and he didn't move the door and his dad didn't even look his way once. Rubbing at his forehead, Ronan sheepishly pushed the door open and looked up at his dad who now had his hands on his hips and his shirt hanging off his shoulders, noen of the buttons done up yet.

"I- um, mum's been sick, she asked for you." Ronan rubbed his hands together behind his back and looked away when he noticed Chris' expression change.

He'd heard how the people who worked for his dad spoke about him at the gym. Some of them would whisper that he was ruthless, some said he had a cruel streak which confused Ronan greatly. But everyone said that (Y/n) was his soft spot. Ronan couldn't count the times he'd heard people say how lovely and caring and sweet his mum was but how vicious and vindictive his dad was.

They didn't make the most natural of couples but boy did they fit together perfectly.

"Alright, go get ready you're coming with me today, remember?" Chris ruffled Ronan's light brown hair and gave him a loving nudge out the way so he could walk past him.

Chris buttoned up his shirt as he headed back down the landing and over to his and (Y/n)'s shared room. He knew she hadn't been well the past few days, morning sickness seemed to hit her like a truck, especially last night. He'd had to rummage around in the kitchen cupboards until he found a large plastic bowl to keep beside the bed so if (Y/n) was going to be sick and couldn't make it to the bathroom, she could use the bowl instead.

He flicked the light on as he walked into the room and hurried over to the bed, kneeling up behind (Y/n). He could feel a growl building up at the back of his throat when his eyes raked over his wife's frame. (Y/n) was laid on her side with her back facing him, she had an arm wrapped around her waist and her knees pulled up to her stomach. Both hands were clutching the 'sick bowl' as they now called it but her skin was glistening with sweat and she was shaking.

"Okay doll, I'm gonna sit you up." Clicking his tongue against his cheek, Chris moved the bowl to the end of the bed before he wrapped his arms gently under (Y/n)'s chest and kept one hand at the back of her neck.

He felt (Y/n)'s arms weakly loop around his neck and he shuddered at the way she whimpered when he slowly lifted her so she was sitting up with her weight resting on his chest. She was burning up against him and he would bet that she was now dehyrdrated from how much she had been sick over the night.

"I guess we're taking a trip to the hospital this morning,"

Reaching across to the night stand, Chris grabbed the glass of water on there and placed it in (Y/n)'s trembling hands. He felt the way she squirmed against him in a silent protest. Hospitals were full of dark memories and horrid thoughts for both of them, it took a lot of persuading on Chris' part to get his wife to go to a hospital. One time he had just picked her up over his shoulder and carried her to the car to take her when she tried to protest against him.

"No, I'll be okay."

(Y/n) tipped her head back against Chris' shoulder and tried to take a mouthful of water to prove her point further. She didn't want to go to the hospital, not if there was a chance they would try and make her stay there.

"Hm."

"Please don't make me go."

A sigh passed through Chris' lips before he pressed his lips against the back of her head. She sounded so much like Ronan when she said that but whenever (Y/n) asked Chris for something, he always gave in no matter what it was. He went weak at the knees for her and if she was ill, all Chris wanted to do was comfort and smother her with love. He didn't exactly want to go to the hospital either but he didn't want her getting any worse.

"Well we've got two options baby. I can take the boys with me and you can stay home and I'll call to check up on you. Or we all go to the club and I keep an eye on all of you there. What's it gonna be?"

Chris would be fine with taking the boys to his gym with him but then that meant leaving (Y/n) here feeling ill and sluggish on her own. Even if he called her, she might get worse and he knew he couldn't trust her to tell him if she was eating and drinking properly or not. (Y/n) never liked to worry him when he was at work and it was endearing but it was also infuriating when she wouldn't tell him if she was unwell because she didn't want to disturb him.

The gym was Chris' other world, it was where he worked out, where he had complete control and hundreds of people working for him. It was where dodgy dealings and side deals and contract killings went on.

It wasn't the best place to have kids around but with Chris owning the place, it couldn't be safer for them. They never strayed from him, his right hand man Seb helped keep an eye on them and Ronan loved working out alongside his dad.

Having (Y/n) at the club was also like moral support for the guys working there. Chris relaxed and was easier on everyone when (Y/n) was around, she was like their guardian angel. If something went wrong or someone fucked up, they wished (Y/n) was there because the punishments were never as harsh if the bosses lovely lady was there.

"I'll come with you." (Y/n) took a large gulp of her drink as if to seal the deal and try and prove that she was going to be alright. Plus, Chris had a large sofa in his office so if she needed a nap or felt the need to lay down, she would be fine curled up safe in the office with Cole.

"Okay, I'll go get the boys ready."

Chris pressed another longing kiss to the top of (Y/n)'s forehead before he gently leaned her back against the pillows surrounding the headboard. He could already see she needed about five minutes to breathe and relax before she got ready. With quick steps, Chris headed out the room and rapped his knuckles on Ronan's bedroom door. He peeked his head round the door to find his eldest was finally dressed.

"Go make your mum some breakfast, we're all heading to the club today."

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Where had they disappeared to?

Running his fingers through his hair, Chris stalked down the corridor away from his office where he had left (Y/n) falling asleep on the sofa. So far she hadn't been sick since coming to the office, but she'd barely eaten anything either. The boys had eaten like there was no tomorrow, Chris included, whereas (Y/n) had a few small nibbles of a sandwich and a few glasses of juice.

At least while he had (Y/n) here, he could keep a proper eye on her and make sure she was alright, which was more than could be said for the boys since they seemed to have disappeared. Chris had put a worker named Alex in charge of the boys for a while and now he couldn't find them anywhere.

"Hey, have you seen the boys anywhere?" Chris motioned his hand towards Sebastian who was walking the other way until they locked eyes.

He was Chris' right hand man, he was the person Chris trusted the most after (Y/n), of course.

"They're in the equipment room, why?"

"I just lost track of them. Hey, don't go in the office, (Y/n)'s in there and isn't feeling too good."

"Oh, okay."

Chris felt a little more at ease when Sebastian turned on his heels and started walking in the opposite direction, alongside Chris. If he couldn't go in the office and start on the finance books then he may as well tag along with the boss and see how the boys were doing. He was used to (Y/n) being around but he knew she can't be well if Chris was dishing out the 'do not disturb' sign.

"How's she doing, the scan's next week, right?"

Sebastian liked (Y/n). She brought out the better, calmer side of Chris that they didn't get to see too often and it was clear she had a positive effect on him. The club always seemed brighter when she was around, the atmosphere was buzzing and the tension disappeared if (Y/n) was around and that was how everyone liked it.

"Yeah, Tuesday. She's doing great, just being sick a lot and she won't let me take her to a doctor."

"Hm."

Sebastian remembered the incident that happened two years ago like it only happened yesterday.

He had been in the office with Chris dealing with a bad situation when the phone rang and Chris being Chris, he put it on loud speaker. Sebastian felt like he was going to be sick when he heard (Y/n)'s tortured cries as she begged Chris to meet her at the hospital. (Y/n) had been at home with their two boys and their newborn daughter Evelyn when the four-month-old stopped breathing.

Both Chris and Sebastian had sped down to the hospital where Sebastian watched the boys and Chris had ended up laying on the hospital floor with (Y/n) screaming in his arms until she passed out.

Evelyn passed away.

For almost three months, Sebastian had been put in charge of the club, he was the temporary manager while Chris stayed home trying to look after the boys and piece his wife back together again. And it had taken months for Chris to get (Y/n) to leave the house. It had been a tag team game for them all, Chris got (Y/n) out of the house and showered her with as much love as he could. Ronan helped to watch over his mum when Chris went back to work and reported back to his dad.

And Sebastian tried to help with the boys, taking them to school and nursery when he could. (Y/n) coped inside the house. When she was inside, she would smother the boys with love and clean the house and move around as if nothing was wrong. There were only a few odd days when she couldn't get out of bed and face the world. But going out was different, it was like the outside world had become dangerous to her and she didn't dare go out.

They had all grown back into a routine over the past two years and Chris was finally starting to feel like he had his wife back. But now she was pregnant again and Chris was on edge.

He didn't want anything to go wrong and he didn't want (Y/n) dwelling on the thought of something happening. It wasn't just the pregnancy that was worrying, it was the thought of spending the first few months or even the first year of their baby's life worrying they might pass away like Evelyn did.

Chris shook his head, as if dismissing the subject while the pair of them walked into the back room. The gym had a lot of segments and parts, there was the boxing ring in one area, the machine equipment in this back room like treadmills and bikes. Then in the other room they had the larger equipment for pull ups and weights.

A smile pulled at Chris' lips when he scoured round the room for his boys. Ronan was on the treadmill and Cole was giggling away, seemingly playing chase with Alex.

"Cole, you shouldn't be running in here."

"Daddy come get me!"

Cole's big toothy grin sparkled up at Chris and he ran in Chris' direction before turning and skidding to run away, attempting to entice his dad into a game, unaware it wasn't working very well.

"No, stop running-"

A violent shiver ran down Chris' spine and he cringed the moment Cole slipped. His little arms stretched out to try and grab something to steady himself with but all he managed to do was scrape his hand on the treadmill before his head banged into the side of the treadmill Ronan was running on.

His scream cut through all of them and Chris jogged over to him and quickly scooped him up as Ronan slowed to a stop and moved to stand beside Sebastian.

"Let me take a look."

Chris went down on his knees and sat back on his heels with Cole sitting on his bent leg, loud screeches leaving his lips. He had his eyes screwed shut, his baby blond hair was askew and his hands were deadlocked around Chris' lower arm.

He had blood pouring from his nose that was bright red and clearly going to be bruised in a few hours and there were graze marks on his hand from scraping on the treadmill. Chris had been around enough to know what a broken nose looked like and Cole hadn't broken his nose, thankfully.

The look Cole gave Chris made his heart stutter, his wide blue eyes were sparkling from being glazed over with tears that were pouring down his face but the moment Chris locked eyes with him, a loud sob left his lips.

“Head forward for me buddy, spit it out.” Chris rubbed Cole’s back and gently pushed his head so he was looking down at the floor in case his nose was still bleeding, he didn't want the blood to run back down his throat.

When Cole coughed the blood onto the floor and seemed like he was the slightest bit calmer, Chris gently scooped him up and settled him on his hip against his chest as he stood up. He watched as Cole curled up into his chest seeking a lot of comfort, wrapping one arm around Chris’ neck whilst he held the other hand to his bleeding nose but it didn’t stop the wails from leaving his lips.

Just when Chris thought Cole was starting to calm down, he seemed to realise his hand was grazed as well and a very loud scream left his lips that deafened Chris. He held his little hand out to his dad and waved it in his face to prove his point.

"It's alright bud, just a little cut. You're okay, let's go find mummy."

"Kiss," The word blubbered past Cole's bloodied lips and his hand stayed in front of Chris' face until he leaned closer and kissed the palm of his hand that was red and lightly burned. He then leaned over and kissed Cole's nose to see if that would calm him down but his cries continued, muffled by Chris' neck that was now sticky with blood.

"Get a wet cloth," Chris motioned to Ronan who hurried over to the water machine and grabbed a paper towel to run under the stream.

Chris was very gentle when he cleaned the blood from Cole's nose, lips and chin. He could see it clearly stung and made him whimper but it looked like the blood was finally coming to a stop which was a relief.

“Alright buddy, the bleedings stopped now. You’re fine, you’re fine.” Leaning forward, Chris pressed his lips against Cole's burning forehead and slowly started to bounce him on his hip.

He would be fine, he just needed his mum.