~I feel like Chris is such an ice cream dad. He always puts his daughter first always no matter what, so when she just won an award at school—it’s a nice sunny day or cool winter one then there is ice cream bought.
~The ice cream he got for himself would be devoured because his daughter would wanna taste her dads before her own just to see what it’s like—Chris definitely doesn’t mind simply because he wants her to get whatever makes her happy.
~Girl dad!Chris who always keeps cards his daughter gets for him. I feel like Chris would even help her write a card for his birthday because he knows how important it is to the girl to give something to him.
~Chris’s wife would always take silly pictures of him posing with the cards/card to look back on later.
~whenever Marylou and Jimmy send over old holiday and birthday cards they may have of Chris then Chris’s daughter makes it a mission to collect and even start her own tradition of them.
I feel like Chris is very very careful and gentle with his daughter. I’m aware that everyone has their opinions on how each boy would be as a dad but for me I definitely see Chris being that dad that casually wears bracelets his toddler daughter made him, always carrying her tiny bags, helping her with her math even if he sucks at it because it makes his daughter laugh to see Chris get things wrong so he keeps doing it—he loves seeing that smile. Chris would also not be too big on discipline I feel. Yes of course he will set rules but I don’t think he’d be the type to like get physical and discipline because I don’t think any of the boys would(i don’t believe in that myself) but he would take away her phone most likely if she’s misbehaving a little too much. Even then I feel like it would be in a joking manner which would make the two laugh and Chris’s daughter would apologize and he would give the phone back instantly.
Nash Grier a youtuber I watched since I was 11 reminds me of how Chris would be with his family. Chris is so strong willed and mentally stronger than I feel like anyone realizes or expects so when there’s hardships, you can almost guarantee that he’s gonna find a solution before his daughter is aware of it. This plays into him being the youngest triplet I feel—like i’m the youngest child myself, I understand and am completely aware of how much we strive to stick up for and defend our siblings. Now imagine Chris has his own family—his baby girl who is having trouble even if it just as simple as a splinter or paper cut, though those aren’t simple tbh—but Chris would literally go slow and help his daughter through the pain. He is so so giving it’s almost heartbreaking because he will feel as if he didn’t give enough or he hasn’t(it’s his own mind jumping to conclusions and overthinking) but with simple affirming from both wife and daughter—all these thoughts go away.
~Chris would give his daughter any pet she desired(within reason of course).
~Chris’s wife and daughter would both plan days to surprise him where they can all go look at the kittens or dogs—maybe even bunnies.
~Even if there is a mess that’s made by the pet, Chris doesn’t make his daughter clean it—he instead teaches her what to do
~With choosing a name for their pet, Chris wouod leave that up to his angel daughter. He teaches her that a name given is something special—Chris indeed looks for the most meaningful and beautiful things in life. Once the name is chosen Chris may go as far as to getting name plates and things made for his daughter’s pet so it feels even more included.
~When it’s nighttime there’s a routine that Chris has with his family, after his wife is done with doing her night routine with their daughter then she sends her to Chris.
~Chris is definitely a storybook reader. At times the stories become even more interesting to him than her and as his daughter is giggling at her dad’s reaction to certain things—she slowly falls alsleep knowing she’s in safe hands.
~Chris owns matching pj’s with his daughter
~Chris’s daughter gets to stay up late sometimes to watch old disney movies with him(even a more mature movie but nothing too crazy)
in conclusion: Chris is a good fucking dad(will be)
for too many nights in a row you’ve been struggling through the early hours of the day, unable to fall asleep. tonight is not much different but you’re reaching your breaking point. luckily you don’t have to think of a solution yourself when the man beside you wakes up.
ft. chris redfield x gn!reader
content: fluff, mild hurt/comfort, established relationship, husband chris, sick fic (reader is sick, because of course they are), one suggestive paragraph but that’s it.
word count: 4.3k (i remembered how to write!!)
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It felt like some kind of cruel taunt, the steady tickticktick of the clock that should reassure you of time passing yet you still feel stuck, suspended in it. You can’t see what the face of it reads across the dark of the bedroom and the alarm clock on your bedside has been dead for nearly a week now. Chris was supposed to replace the batteries in it but by the time he remembers at night he’s asleep already.
A guess would tell you that it’s some unreasonable time of the morning, countless hours before the sun had even considered rising. It felt like three or maybe four o’clock. All you know for certain is that it is too early to get up and disturb him but by no miracle will you manage to get back to sleep before the daylight comes.
You woke to a twist in your gut and your breath stolen from you, a kind of slow dawning anxiety that forced all of your senses to wake up at once. It wasn’t from a nightmare or terror that visited you on the inside of your eyelids, no, it was sudden and unexplained. It came out of nowhere and now would go nowhere.
This was the fourth night in a row.
As soon as your eyes shot open like a command to confront the pitch-black a dull ache climbed up the column of your spine and began a slow spread of soreness all over your body. It was heavy, impossibly so, the kind of sensation that makes you wonder if your body is strong enough to house you anymore.
But despite your exhaustion you were restless.
You could barely keep your eyes open with lids that weigh themselves shut but as soon as you let them close your heart pounds a foreboding thrum in your ears, loud enough to muffle the steady snores beside you. You didn’t have the strength to hold your head up but your mind was wide awake and loud. Your body was begging for a break but when you let yourself go still a pins-and-needles-like sensation engulfed you and forced you to move once more.
All of this had become typical. Although no less annoying.
As you were thinking over it an uncomfortable warmth takes over you in a wash and you use what minimal energy you can muster to try to scramble out from beneath the bedsheets in hopes to be rid of it. But it's hard to make enough space for the cold air to find you with the unmoving weight that anchors down the other side of the blanket.
Chris runs hot like the well tended fire that keeps a steam train moving. It’s a welcome thing most of the time, knowing that his large hands will always be warm when you reach to hold them in yours. But on the humid and stuffy nights it can be a challenge to keep your bedroom cool enough for you both.
It’s an unflattering tussle to get free and you’re glad for the darkness that hides the awkwardness with which you move. Though even getting yourself situated to lay on top of the sheets uses up what strength you had and your arms yell an ache for the inconvenience.
So you do the only thing you know will guarantee you some small slice of comfort and turn towards the radiating warmth beside you.
Chris has his back facing you as he sleeps on his side with legs outstretched and feet dangerously close to hanging off the end of the bed. Typically he only wears a pair of loose pyjama pants to sleep, the kind so well worn that the elastic of the waist has snapped so the fabric tends to hang dangerously low on the hips whenever he stands. You’ve bought him plenty of replacements but they all fair the same treatment eventually.
You reach a hand into the darkness to find him, lucky that your eyes have adjusted enough to easily notice his broad silhouette. The feeling of his skin beneath yours as you trail your touch up his bare shoulder sets on an immediate sense of relief, the safety in familiarity and a distraction from your own body as you focus on his.
Your movements are slow and intentional, a delicate sweep of your palm mapping out his back that’s careful to not wake him. Chris has never been a heavy sleeper and part of you feels a lingering guilt for seeking him out this way, solely because you know that as soon as he notices you he too will wake. But tonight you can’t help but reach for him.
As you close the gap between you can’t quite tell if the ringing in your ears has gotten louder or if his snoring has gotten lesser but when you settle beside him it seems it might be the former. And for the first time you’d much sooner hear the nasally snores that interrupt the night's quiet.
You tuck yourself in against him with a bent knee perched on his hip and a hand sneaking under his arm, wrapping around and coming to rest on the dense thatch of hair on his stomach. Your other hand makes itself busy grazing up the column of his spine, a gentle glide that stops when you find a chilled sensation beneath your fingertips.
The clasp of a necklace sits neatly at his nape, something you always tell him to take off before bed and something he never remembers. You slip your index finger beneath the delicate chain and follow the line of it up to his shoulder, idly fiddling in an attempt to ignore the dull pounding of your headache. You hear the charm shift on his chest, bristling against coarse hair.
When you gifted him the small St. Christopher pendant, more in earnest than in irony, you hadn’t anticipated him wearing it as frequently as he seems to. To keep him safe on journeys and bring him home well, that’s what you had told him, for all too often he seems to be off on some dangerous trek in the name of duty.
At the time you made him crouch so that you could anchor it securely around his neck and you’re beginning to wonder if he’s ever removed it since then despite your nagging to treat it carefully. In fact you can’t say you’ve seen him without it in the time gone past.
Under loose shirts and jumpers there’s consistently been a small slither of silver peaking past the stretched neckline, too subtle for most to realise but easily spotted when you know what you’re looking for. On late nights and early mornings as you reach to wind your arms around his shoulders you’ve come to notice the shift of the chain when your fingers graze it and disturb the way it rests by his collarbones.
In the shower with the expanse of his back turned to you when you nosey into the bathroom it remains in its place, undisturbed by the lather of soap and constant rush of water over scarred skin. Thinking about it you can’t recall one instance where he’s remembered to take it off before you find him there, and no matter how many times you bark a reminder at him to leave it on the side it keeps it’s place with him.
Or when he’s hovering over you, steadfast and absolute. When the air in the room is all hot breaths and the throaty groans that slip through into the quiet. When the sweat drips down his temple in small beads and your hands gather the sheets in trembling fists. The little pendant hangs in the small gap between your bodies, swaying with his movements, and when he leans down to claim your lips in a greedy kiss that pendant drags a cold line over your chest and Chris delights in the way you shiver.
It’s become commonplace.
Maybe his larger hands struggle with such a dainty clasp, an easy oversight to make and one you’re realising you’re guilty of. Even now as it rests on the pad of your finger it feels impractical. You wonder if you might have to step into the shower beside him next time you catch him with the necklace still on.
A sharp sting throbs at your temples and a disgruntled groan tumbles from your lips. So much for a distraction. Shuffling closer to him you press your burning forehead to the space between Chris’ shoulder blades and let out a pained sigh, your tepid breath rolling down his spine.
He stirs slightly, a stutter between snores.
Without so much as meaning to you hold your breath while he shifts, heartbeat loud in your ears and bottom lip bitten between gritted teeth. The snoring slows to a quiet stop, immediately replaced by a long drawn out yawn that shows his age as much as the greys he’s started to get in his beard.
You wait in the quiet, unmoving with shallow breaths fanning against his skin. Part of you is hoping that he’ll settle back into that deep sleep like he tends to these nights, too dreary to even feel you clung to him this way. After all, you'd feel bad for waking him at such an hour, especially since he’s often a man running on so little hours of sleep.
Though the other part of you is pining to hear his velvet voice disrupt the peace of the night, to have him roll over toward you atop the crumbled sheets and pull you close to his chest to lay tangled with him.
Chris stretches his legs slowly and cranes his neck, all a bit exaggerated as he raises his arms to the headboard until his shoulders click either side of your head. The sound makes you cringe.
Shuffling away from him is natural then, the regret of disturbing him creeping in fast as you watch his muscles ripple with his movements, pushing himself up on an elbow.
“Honey?” slowly comes that deep, sleep heavy rumble, punctuated by a clearing of the throat. You bite your tongue as he turns onto his back with great effort, shrugging your shoulders up to your ears as if shying away from him will hide you. His eyes haven’t yet adjusted but he feels you there.
“You’re awake?” A large hand slides across the bunched up blanket, unsure and wavering from left to right until he brushes past your arm. Gentle, deft fingers wrap around your wrist and Chris pouts when he finds your pulse skipping far too fast for this hour. You hum a weak confirmation and take a breath in.
Your lips part with intent to apologise but he doesn’t give you the chance.
“Why? What’s going on?” he’s sounding more awake already, that bubbling up of concern clearing away the drag of fatigue that tries to pin him down. He turns closer still, his other hand reaching over for you and taking purchase on your shoulder to gently coax you towards him.
You go without complaint, any sort of response dying on your tongue when ushers you against him with such ease. The hand that held your wrist now cradles the back of your head and urges a shiver to run down your back, static beneath his touch. He guides your head to his shoulder and pulls you with him as he rests on his back, guiding you to lay yourself over top of him clumsily. He can feel the shrug of your shoulders against his chest.
“Can't sleep.” you mutter dismissively, a hoarse whisper from a sore throat. “Not feeling great.”
He tsks and you know he’s frowning.
“Another bad night, hm?” If there’s one thing to know about Chris it’s that as soon as you have him, as soon as he’s comfortable and considers you a part of his life, he wears his heart on his sleeve. His tone hides nothing, sombre and dull with that secondhand sadness.
The guilt comes creeping in again.
“Yeah. Don’t worry.” another shrug and a poorly hidden sigh. “Go back to sleep, love. I’ll see you in the morning.” a yawn creeps its way past your lips at the sentence's end but somehow your state of exhaustion is not enough to warrant the reward of sleep. You never knew you could miss it until it eluded you like this.
But perhaps you should have. You’ve seen Chris on nights like these, lived the roles reversed in those early days when he’s just returned home. It’s as if there’s something that grapples to keep him awake, something that nags at him and deprives him of rest. It’s everything that plays on the backs of his eyelids, scenes that you don’t even want to imagine, that he doesn’t have the privilege to forget.
It can take weeks or months to get back to where you are now, to the steady snores that ring out into the darkness of the bedroom. But no matter how long it takes for normality to return, you wait with him. When he mumbles that same complaint about how much he misses a good night's sleep, about how exhausted he is and how it vexes him, you wait until he drifts away at your side before yourself and you do it every night in the hopes that it will allow him at least a couple of hours.
So what’s stopping you from letting him do the same now?
Chris shuffles beneath you, a low sound in his chest that vibrates against your ear. An airy laugh that settles into a hum of ‘nu-uh’. His hand has begun to sweep a gentle pattern along your back, fingertips following up to your nape and down to your tailbone, just slow and soft, mindless.
“Don’t be ridiculous.” he says with a scoff, though lighthearted. “I know what you’re like. If you’re not sleeping now then neither am I, sweetheart.” That same hand caresses up to your shoulder and gives a reassuring squeeze, the kind that squishes you impossibly close to him.
Suddenly the warmth in the room isn’t so offensive, it bristles down your arms like something delicate and welcoming, that familiar feeling of Chris’ embrace. You let yourself melt into it, trying to enjoy the comfort he offers you despite the pounding behind your temples. But still you can’t quite settle right, and he knows it.
He lets out a thoughtful hum, fingertips drumming on your shoulder blade.
“Would going to lie on the couch help?” he suggests.
“Why would that help, Chris?” you don’t mean to sound short with him, though the frustration instantly softens into a weak, almost sarcastic giggle. “We’re already in bed.”
“Dunno.” He’s the one shrugging now, the shift of his body like a wave beneath you. “Sometimes it’s easier to fall asleep in places where you aren’t meant to.”
You’re not sure if he means to make you laugh or if he was being earnest in his suggestion but regardless you can’t help the bubbling up of warmth in your chest that spills over. It’s only a small laugh, a little strained, but the shake of your shoulders beneath his palm makes Chris feel a world of relief, smiling a wide grin to match.
“I’m serious!” he continues, feigning offence.
“Mhm. I’m sure you are.” you drawl tiredly. It isn’t a bad idea, a change of scenery should be more than welcome after hours spent tossing and turning in these sheets, but the bone deep drag of fatigue tries to convince you otherwise. It would be easier just to stay as you are despite the discomfort.
“C’mon. Let’s go.” Though it seems the choice isn’t yours.
That’s another thing to know about Chris. Oftentimes once he’s awake he’s able to immediately get to his feet and begin the day, regardless of what hour of the morning it is. Lately he’s been better about sleeping in, finding it easier when he’s at your side and slowly adjusting to a slower pace of life, but years and years of habit is hard to break.
You know it’s because of work, because of service. For the majority of his life he’s had to be prepared to go at the drop of a hat, waking up at the crack of dawn and leaving into a difficult day not half an hour later. He’s a very routine focused man, regardless of if it benefitted him or not. That choice wasn’t his either at the time.
Sure enough Chris begins to sit up despite you laying with a leg slung over his thighs, wrapping an arm around your waist to bring you with him. But he doesn’t get so far as to prop himself up on an elbow before you wind your arms around him tighter and grumble in complaint.
“I don’t think it’ll help, honey.” you pout, looking up at him with bleary eyes. “Can't we just stay here?”
He pauses then, humming as he strokes his hand up and down your side like the moments before, sneaking beneath your sleep shirt like yearning for your softness. It’s a little ticklish and you shudder beneath his doting.
“Do you really want to stay here? We can but you never know, it might work.” There’s no impatience in his reasoning, only gentle coaxing from a mind less clouded than your own. Chris knows better than you do in this situation, he’s got you figured out and he knows how to shift you out of this sluggish state. He just needs you to let him help.
“We’re awake already so why not beat the early birds?”
A disappointed sigh leaves your lips and he can tell that you’re rolling your eyes, all playful with a lingering fondness. He’s daft but he’s charming, occasionally letting through that boyishness you don’t often get, the humour of the younger man he was.
“I don’t think that’s how the saying goes, at all.” you mumble, finally sitting up that little bit yourself by force of Chris’ movement. He guides you so that both of your legs are thrown over his lap and swings his feet over the side of the bed, sitting on its edge with you across him.
“You know what I mean.” he smiles, slipping his other hand beneath your knees while your arms anchor around his neck, your head falling into the crook by his collarbone.
“Do I?”
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
Chris keens down to kiss the top of your head and in the next second gets to his feet with you held steady in his arms. The cold air immediately seeks you out and prompts goosebumps all along your forearms, making you curl in closer to him to try to steal some of his radiating body heat. He responds in kind by cradling you tighter against him.
The house is pitch black as he walks you out into the hallway, trusting muscle memory to guide him to the top of the stairs and down them without any hiccups. It leads him well this time. You sway slightly in his hold as he pads down the stairs, leaning his hip against the banister to keep him stable. It’s not like he particularly needs the support, but always better safe in the dark.
Between the echo of his footsteps you hear the mocking ticking of the clock once more, wishing you could see the face of it as you pass by on your way into the living room. Has much time yet to pass? You hadn’t given it much thought since Chris woke up.
“Can you catch the switch, please?” Chris asks as he hesitates in the doorway, taking a side step to where the light switch should be. You look up at him with a furrowed brow, balking, even though he can’t see your face.
“And blind us? No, put the lamp on.” you grumble in no certain seriousness, not missing his patient sigh that follows as if that’s exactly the response he expected.
“You think I can find the lamp in the dark? I’ll swap it in a second, c’mon.” He takes another step toward where the wall switch should be, urging you to reach for it. But your arms stay wound around his neck without another word.
“Honey…” he drawls, and you can swear to hear the unimpressed rise of his eyebrows that goes with it. A shy giggle creeps forward from the back of your throat and his shoulders relax at the sound, put at ease by a telling of your happiness. His distraction plan is beginning to work.
“Alright, alright.” he echoes your little laugh and you can feel the mirth where your head rests on his chest. “But if I trip us up on the rug I can’t be blamed.”
“You absolutely can.” you retort, clinging tighter as he brings you into the room.
Chris tsks and makes his way to where the couch should be, feet shuffling rather than stepping. He is pretty confident of the layout, you’re sure he is, and could do this with ease but you’re grateful for the way he excels in his carefulness while you’re in his arms. Or maybe it’s the last echoes of sleep that keeps his mind foggy making him act so cautiously.
His knee bumps into the edge of the seat cushions and the arm around your shoulder slips away as he reaches for the back of the sofa, patting along it to make sure it is where he thinks it is. With a hum he turns to sit down, taking you with him as you’re once again laid across his lap.
With an exhausted huff he swings his legs up to lie along the length of the couch, propping his shoulders up on the arm of it with feet resting atop and beyond the other, the furniture too small to accommodate him. A gentle and guiding pull rests you on top of him, bracketed in by his legs, and your head once again comes to rest on his chest.
Never mind the lamp then.
Trying to empty your mind you wallow in the warmth of him, tucking your arms into the space behind his shoulders and resting with your front against him. It’s blissful, comfortable, all until the silence settles around you again and the thrum of your own heartbeat begins to echo in your ears once more, a reminder of the surging headache.
“Chris?” you begin, feeling the shuffle of him moving when all of a sudden the tv a few paces in front of the sofa fizzles to life.
“Hm?” he answers, immediately turning the volume down a few notches. The screen casts a blue-white glow all over him and your eyes strain to adjust, finally getting a look at him for the first time tonight.
His dark hair is tousled and oh so messy from him trying to hand comb it down in conflicting directions. The flickering of the light as the image changes catches the dashes of grey in his beard and the shine of his necklace as it rests on his chest hair that’s speckled with the same spattering of silver. But it’s his eyes that steal your attention.
They widen from a squint when he too finally adjusts to the bright light, drinking in the sight of you. One of his hands sweeps your hair out of your face and you swear his pupils dilate when he can see you clearly. A dopey smile pulls the corners of his lips up and his other hand makes busy gliding gently up and down your back in a slow rhythm, again.
And suddenly you forgot what you were going to say in the first place.
“You okay?” Chris whispers, ducking his chin down to get closer to you. Your brows pinch together in the middle with a flash of confusion but soon relax.
“Yeah…” you mumble with a curt nod, turning your head to lie back down onto him. “Forgot what I was going to say.” His hand comes back up to rest on your shoulder and a yawn escapes you in time with the delicate gesture, though he chooses not to draw attention to it.
“‘Can’t have been too important then.” he says in a tone not far off that of reassurance, picking back up the tv remote.
There’s barely anything being broadcast at this hour. Chris’ flipping through the channels is mindless, unrewarding, and every other time the screen refreshes it’s teleshopping or predictable reruns, though it’s never the good episodes.
You start to zone out of your surroundings as his touch continues to dance along your spine, his hand slipping beneath your sleep shirt to bring his warmth ever closer. He isn’t even looking at the screen now, instead attentively watching you and unbeknownst to you trying to lull you into an easy sleep.
The sound of whatever show Chris settles on becomes a distant drone, drowned out by the beating of his heart beneath your ear as you cuddle closer against his chest. He slows his touch as he notices your eyes flutter closed and instead rests his hand on the small of your back, just a gentle amount of pressure to ground you.
You don’t so much as realise when the headache that so rudely woke you up becomes dull, still present but no longer a bother. The pins-and-needles-like sensation that made you hyper aware of your body ebbs into a harmless nothingness, finally allowing twitchy hands to settle still. And the gentle hand that comes up to cradle the back of your head quiets your mind, as if somehow blocking out all the irritations the night brought along.
Your breathing slows, almost snoring, and in your half asleep state you barely feel Chris keen down to kiss the top of your head.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.” he grins triumphantly.
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Husband!Chris who didn't really care about getting married until he met you.
Husband!Chris who was instantly moved to tears when he saw you walking down the aisle, even though he never thought he would.
Husband!Chris who already acted like your husband when you weren't even married.
Husband!Chris who would take every 'first' in your marriage very seriously. like you were re living them.
Husband!Chris who became, impossibly, more touchy when you two got married.
Husband!Chris who lost every sense of privacy when you two tied the knot.
Husband!Chris who would never leave your side on your honeymoon.
Husband!Chris who is obsessed with the 'husband' title.
Husband!Chris who is falling more and more inlove with you every day
Husband!Chris who agrees to do all of those corny married couple trends with you
Husband!Chris who would take you out every friday for a date. Because that is his comfort day, but when he spends time with you, all he felt was comfort.
Husband!Chris who could just stare at you for hours and never get bored.
Husband!Chris who loves referring to you as 'Mrs Sturniolo'.
*+ Husband!Chris who would be ready to jump your bones at any time of the day, now that you were married
*+ Husband!Chris who took such good care of you when you spent your first night together as husband and wife.
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Chris Evans x fem!victoria secret model reader (she/her pronouns) oneshot
Request: a request where reader is famous victoria secret model and she is married to chris evans (fluff)
Italics mean flashback
Warnings: None. Just a lot of fluff. Please let me know if I missed anything.
AN: I hope you like it. I tried my best to mention the model aspect of it so I hope it’s what you were looking for. Please enjoy! (also I made the tweet gif myself so it’s not the best…)
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Y/N'S POV
Once I got inside our house, I let out a long sigh while finally being able to put down my bags. Taking in the scene around me, it looked exactly the same as Chris and I left it before our trip. Deciding to leave my suitcases near the front door I made my way up to our bedroom. Knowing how I needed time to relax, Chris dropped me off and went to buy some groceries for this week.
Once I made it to the bedroom, I changed out of my airport clothes and into some sweats and a baggy t-shirt. Laying on my side of the bed, I decided to scroll through Twitter to waste some time before Chris got home. While scrolling, one tweet caught my eye:
Wondering exactly what they were talking about I clicked on the replies. One reply had attached the clip:
Seeing the way Chris was looking at me made me fall in love with him even more. Since the beginning of my career, I thought that if I were to date someone, they would only see the Victoria Secret Model side of me. I was scared that they wouldn’t accept the other parts of me that weren’t the perfect model they see in public. I’m glad that I was able to find someone who has looked at me the same way as he did when he first saw me all those years ago. I was getting flashbacks to a scenario just like this - the time when Chris and I first met.
I was sitting outside in the backyard feeling out of place at a party at some famous person’s house that I didn’t even know. There were still a good amount of people around me but not as many as there were inside. Looking up at the sound of someone clearing their voice I’m shocked to see Chris Evans standing right in front of me. Chris emerged into the spotlight a couple of months before me when “Not Another Teen Movie” came out.
“Is this seat taken?” Chris said pointing to the seat next to me.
Recovering from my shock I shake my head no.
“You don’t know the host either huh?” He asked.
“Was it that obvious?” I ask, feeling my cheeks heat up.
“Kind of. You’re Y/N right?”
“You… You know my name?”
“I mean yeah why wouldn’t I? You have been all over the magazines as the up and coming Victoria Secret model. I should be asking you how you know me…”
“Who said I knew you?”
“Oh darling don’t act coy. Your face said it all when I came over here.”
“Oh sorry I confused you with that hot dude named Jake Wyler in that one movie.”
“So you think I’m hot?”
“I never said that!”
The rest of the night went by super fast. Chris and I just sat there talking about everything and anything. It was relieving talking to someone who understood the craziness of being young and becoming famous so quickly.
Feeling my phone buzz I looked down to see that my manager was texting me to remind me that I had a shoot tomorrow and I should head back home soon. Feeling disappointed that I would have to end our conversation I looked up at Chris and said
“Sorry to have to cut this short but I have to get going, I have a photo shoot in the morning.”
Something flashed across Chris’ face when I said that.
Before I could figure it out he responded with: “Oh okay. Bye”
Waiting to see if he would say anything else, he went to open up his mouth but quickly closed it. When he opened it again he said, “Hope to see you again soon”
And with that I walked away. Not knowing when I would be able to see him again.
The next day my best friend texted me a link to an article. Opening it up I was surprised to see my name along with Chris’ name on the title. Scanning through the article there was a recording of Chris and I last night at the party. Some time during our conversation someone recorded Chris and I talking to each other. More specifically it was me talking about whatever and Chris looking at me with so much adoration. Feeling bummed knowing that I wouldn’t be able to see him again I went through my day getting ready for my photo shoot.
While on the way to the studio, I decided to stop by my favorite coffee shop, The Little Cafe. I didn’t know why at the time but while I was about to open the door, I got nervous. Turns out that this coffee shop was going to be the place where my relationship with Chris would start.
When I opened up the door, I was immediately struck with the smell of freshly ground coffee beans. Ordering my drink and sitting down to wait, a shadow came over me. Looking up I was shocked.
“Funny seeing you here” Chris said.
“Definitely, I didn’t expect to run into you here. I was just thinking about you.” I responded.
“Oh you've been thinking of me?” He said with a small smirk forming on his face.
Rather than trying to explain it to him, I decided to pull my phone out and show the article my friend sent me.
“Oh wow I didn’t know I was that obvious”. He responded after the video was over.
“What do you mean?” I asked confused.
“Well for starters I thought you were really pretty and wanted to get to know you. While you were talking I couldn’t help but get lost in how normal our exchange felt.”
I was speechless.
“Then, when you told me you had to leave I was trying to find the courage to ask for your number but I got scared. I’ve been beating myself up over it all night. Now that you are here though, I’m not going to let that happen again. So can I get your number and maybe if you’re up for it go out on a date with me?”
I was even more speechless. Not knowing what to say, I just nodded and handed him my phone. When he handed it back to me I didn’t know what to say. I went to respond but was pulled out of the moment when my phone started ringing with my manager's name on the screen. Sending him a disappointed smile I promised to text him and answered the phone call.
Ever since then, it’s been history.
“Y/N?”
Taken out of my flashback I realized that Chris was now standing in front of me.
“Are you okay?”
“Huh? Oh yeah I’m fine I was just scrolling through Twitter.”
“Uh oh. What happened this time?” Chris asked, worry written all over his face.
“Nothing bad this time. It’s just a clip of you at the show.”
“Oh really. Let me see.”
Showing it to him I could see a blush rising to his cheeks.
“Huh I guess I’m still pretty obvious when it comes to how much I love you.” Chris said.
Now it was my turn to blush. I was at a loss for words once again. Through the ups and downs of both of our careers - like not seeing each other for weeks on end due to both of our busy schedules, - he has still stuck by my side and supported me no matter what. He still looks at me with that same type of adoration he had the first time we met at the party. I couldn’t have chosen a better husband to be there to support me while I do what I love.
“Come on downstairs. I got you coffee from The Little Cafe while I was out.”
I will never fall out of love with this man.
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AN: THE END!! I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry if it’s all over the place. Also thank you for the request. This will be my first one ever.
You and Chris bonded over your love of Disney, it was something you two shared a passionate interest for. So of course you two spoiled your kids with many trips. Chris had surprised all of you with an early Christmas present so your babies could see all the lights and decorations in the parks.
They were so excited, and you were as well because no matter how old you are, you still loved Disney. The weather is unpredictable in Florida, so you made sure to (over)pack for every situation. You had Chris go over the list at least five times for each kid to make sure you had everything they needed before you left the house.
“Babe, you know if we forgot something we can just buy it down there right?” Chris chuckled as you frantically packed something you’d almost forgotten.
“It never hurts to be prepared Christopher.” you sassed, gasping as he laid a playful slap to your behind.
“It turns me on when you’re sassy Mrs.Evans.” Chris smirked.
The kids were more than excited to get to the parks and see all the characters, but you being a mom made sure to stop at every opportunity to get pictures of them along with Chris. You couldn’t contain the smile as they climbed all over their daddy, the youngest not quite able to reach up so Chris had to assist her.
“I get you daddy!” she giggled, making your heart swell.
“Take it easy on daddy Hads, I’m old.” Chris chuckled.
“We stwong wike you daddy!” Ollie grinned, hanging on Chris’ bicep while Li was hanging beside him.
“Yeah!” Li agreed.
“I’m the strongest!” Jas interjected.
“Alright everyone is strong like daddy! Can mommy please have a picture of you all now?” you sighed impatiently, hoarding them into a semi normal family picture.
Magic Kingdom was your most favorite park, it also held a lot of memories since it’s where Chris had proposed to you. The kids had a blast on all the rides with the occasional fight of who gets to ride with daddy. Chris was an amazing dad, your kids wanted for nothing because of him. Watching him interact with them made you want to pop out as many babies as you could. Your oldest son Jasper just turned 9, the twins Oliver and Liam 6, and your baby girl Hadleigh was 3.
“No Ollie! It my turn to be wif daddy!” Hadleigh pouted at her older brother.
“You’re just a baby, and a girl! You’re supposed to stay with mommy!” he argued, but you and Chris could tell her big eyes were getting to the six year old.
“She is a little rascal.” Chris commented, chuckling as he watched his sassy baby girl.
“It my turn!” she stomped her little foot, not backing down.
“You-you…fine!” Ollie gave in, pouting as he stomped over to sulk by you.
“You alright bubba?” you asked, trying your best to not laugh at the triumphant smirk on Haddy’s face as she leapt into her daddy’s arms.
“No,” he grumbled, hiding his face in your side.
“What if we wide togeder Ollie?” Li asked his twin, Ollie peaking out from your side.
“Togeder?” he asked quietly, wiping a stray tear.
“Yeah!” Li smiled excitedly.
“Otay,” Ollie agreed, walking over to his brother.
“Why does no one want to ride with mommy.” you asked, slightly offended.
“I do mommy!” Jas grinned, snatching your hand.
“Thank you baby,” you kissed his head as you hugged him to your side.
After that fiasco, it was finally lunch time. All of you had settled at Beauty and the Beast’s castle for lunch, the kids on one side while you and Chris sat beside each other. You were lost deep in thought while watching the kids interact.
“You alright momma?” Chris whispered in your ear, squeezing your waist lightly.
“Yeah, just thinking.” you smiled, kissing his cheek softly.
“Bad or good?” he asked, slight worry in his beautiful eyes.
“All good baby, I just love you so much.” you reassured him.
After a close 12 hours in the park, the Evan’s clan was ready to head out. The kids were extremely cranky, and Miss Sassy Pants Hadleigh was currently passed out in Chris’ arms. Jas held your hand while Li and Ollie trotted along by you and Chris.
Lots of crying and gentle hushing later, you all made it to the car and drove back to your hotel. You got all the munchkins washed up and tucked in, they were passed out in seconds. This gave you and Chris the rest of the night for some mommy and daddy time.
The two of you were getting ready for bed after showering together, Chris of course not doing much but plopping into bed since he slept naked.
“You know I think they snuck this mistletoe in here on purpose babe.” Chris wriggled his brows at you.
“Well I don’t need mistletoe to kiss my husband.” you grinned, crawling into his lap to plant a sound kiss to his lips.
Chris wanted more however, gripping your ass firmly in his hands. You gasped playfully, kissing along his bearded jawline. You could feel him hardening under you, lucky for you that you were still only in just a towel. Chris groaned softly as you sucked a hickey on his sweet spot right by his pulse, removing your towel so he could fondle your tits.
“Want to make these full again momma.” Chris murmured, squeezing them gently.
“Yeah daddy? Wanna get me nice and round with another baby?” you hummed as you licked up his neck.
“Oh fuck me baby, yes I do.” he said as he flipped you two over.
“Well, guess I can tell you your Christmas present early then.” you smiled mischievously when Chris arched a brow at you.
“What do you mean baby?” he chuckled, sweetly kissing your cheeks.
“I’m pregnant.” you revealed, giggling when Chris beamed with excitement.
“Oh my god baby! Really? We’re having another baby?” he asked, laughing with joy when you nodded.
He hugged you tight to his firm body, kissing you everywhere he could reach repeatedly. You cried happy tears, overjoyed with adding another bundle of joy to your growing family.
“I love you so much, you and the babies are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Chris professed, shedding his own happy tears.
“I love you too Chrisy, so, so much.” you whispered, kissing him hard.
Passion grew like a flame between the two of you, hands began exploring as your lips stayed practically glued together. Chris pressed his lips harder to yours to silence your squeal when he entered you, stuffing you to the brim with his cock.
“Oh-god baby, fuck me.” you whined, gripping his huge biceps.
“That’s the plan sweetheart.” he smirked, slowly beginning to thrust in and out.
You threw your head back in pleasure, trying to keep quiet in fear of waking up the kids. It was hard getting any alone time with your husband, so you made sure to savor every moment. Chris knew your body, and he knew how to make you cum in mere minutes. He was angled just perfectly, rubbing against your gspot as he picked up the pace.
“Love seeing your so full and round with my baby, so beautiful.” Chris panted, growling when your pussy clenched around him.
“You gonna cum baby? Let daddy have it?” he grinned down at your fucked out expression.
“Yeah daddy, fuck you feel so good.” you moaned, biting your lip hard as you came around him.
Chris pulled your leg over his shoulder, surprising you as he hammered himself in and out. You had to cover your mouth to silence your scream, your other hand clawing at Chris’ back.
“One more for me momma, maybe we’ll get another set of twins.” Chris murmured, snaking a hand down to rub your swollen clit.
“Fuck-yes-yes right there!” you sobbed, Chris smashing his lips to yours to cover up both your moans as you let go along with him.
Chris grunted loudly as he stuffed you full of his cum, pushing himself all the way in. He let your leg fall back around his waist, sensually kissing your lips until you both were breathless.
“Ok?” he asked, smiling as you nodded.
“Amazing, I hope we get to do that every night on this trip.” you giggled.
“So naughty Mrs.Evans.” Chris bit your lip playfully.
“I like being naughty for you Mr.Evans.” you quipped back, running your hands along his beard.
“We should really get some sleep.” he hummed, but couldn’t keep himself away from you as he felt another rise of heat through his body.
“I know, but I want to play.” you smirked, flipping the two of you over.
A request where Chris and his wife, reader brings their kids to the lightyear animation movie! Pleae
That one was hard because normally I'm all about the drama and stuff but oooh yes that is just too cute. I hope you like it ❤ thank you very much 💋
Cinema familytime
Pairing: Chris Evans x reader
Warnings: just some tiping mistakes and cuteness overload
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"Mom, are you ready? Dad's waiting outside in the car." Your 10-year-old daughter peeked her head inside the door as you help your younger son, Eric, lace up his shoes. "Yeah, I am coming. Would you mind helping Rose putting on her jacket, honey?"
The Evans household was a mess right now but you loved your chaotic family. Going out with your daughter AND the 6 year old twins was rare. But since Chris' new movie came out a week ago, you decided to take a little family trip to the cinema.
After some time you managed to bring all of your kids outside and put the twins into their carseats. Chris smiled apologetic at you. "Sorry, babe, I would have helped you but you know Scott. He talks a little bit too much sometimes." - "It's okay. Miriam was a big help." He visited his brother as he agreed to babysit your youngest kid, Thea, while you were getting ready. She just turned two so sadly she could not join you. If it wasn't for your first daughter, you wouldn't have managed to be ready in time.
You arrived at the cinema just in time for the movie to start. You chuckled slightly when Eric realized which one you were watching. "You did not tell him?" You asked Chris. He shook his head and bent to you. "How could I? Imagine his reaction when he hears my voice." His smile was radiant.
You could fall in love with this man over and over again. Your big family was evidence enough that you two could not let your hands from one another.
Miriam tried to calm the twins when they heard Buzz for the first time. "Daddy, it's you!" They exclaimed in unison. Squeaky voices filled the room and you blushed.
How could you forget the excitement Eric would feel when he hears his beloved Daddy voicing his favorite character. You tried to shush him a little bit. "Baby please you have to be quiet." You could not help but laugh when the whole audience ahwed.
"He is just like you, Chris. Can't be tamed." - "I guess I have to try. Hey, bub, wanna sit next to me?" - "Yeaaah" - "Me to!" Rose chimed in. Your husbands chest expanded as he tried to hold back laughter. "Of course, sweety, but you two have to be very quiet, okay?" The twins made a zip motion at their little mouths and you changed places. Silently you apologized to the people sitting behind you.
Every now and then you and Chris had to remind your kids to stay quiet for a little longer. As you left the cinema, the kids were not to be stopped and attacked Chris with questions over questions.
He answered every one patiently. "I wanna be an actor too, when I am older." Miriam told her uncle as you stopped at his place to pick up Thea. "That's good to know. Your Dad and I will help you, princess" Scott stated and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
When you arrived at your house, Miriam took Rose and Eric by their little hands and helped them to get ready for bed. Dodger hot on their heels. "She is an absolute angel, exactly like her mother. Come on now, I will tuck Thea into bed and then I'll join you. A glass of wine before we go to bed too?" Chris took your baby from your arms and you made your way into the kitchen.
You settled down in your cozy chair in your backyard and listened to the voices inside. Smiling fondly you thanked the heavens for your live. You were blessed with an amazing husband, wonderful kids and a dog one can dream of.
You were lost in your thoughts when Chris' hands suddenly started to massage your shoulders. A small moan of comfort escaped your lips.
"Now now, Mrs. Evans, I have just started and you are allready finishing?" He teased. Looking deep into his eyes you sighted. " you are an amazing father. Did I ever tell you, how happy you make me, Chris?" - "Not that I can remember." You slapped his hands laughing. "Liar!"
"Sorry. But did I ever tell you, how happy YOU make ME? Did I ever thank you for everything you gave me?" - "No, I guess you have to now." - "Fair. Thank you, Y/N Evans. For everything you do and for staying who you are and by my side. I love you." - "I love you, too!"
"So what would you think of baby number 5?" He smiled at you, cheeky as allways. "Chris!" Your eyes widened at the thought of that but your body betrayed you as you locked lips with him passionatly.
Okay, so you wanted a husband!chris ask, right? What about Chris and Reader making cookies (for no reason, or the holidays, or one of them really wants cookies) and they have to make essentially a triple batch because chris keeps eating the dough. (maybe seb or mackie come over and they get into some of the dough before it's baked too and that's why they triple it instead of just doubling it)
