#chris evans x traumatized daughter!reader

[youre-amazing-say-it]

I’ll Keep You Safe

Pairing: Uncle Chris x Niece! reader

Summary: After a fight with your mom, your uncle Chris helps pick up the pieces she broke.

warning: talks about an emotionally and physically abusive mother, use of the word murderer, the author is PROJECTING, nice uncle Chris, sad reader. 

A/N: UNCLE CHRIS IS BACK BITCHES. Chris's relationship with Y/n’s mother is Best friends growing up because I didn't want to write an evil Evans plus it felt wrong. And if you are asking why I didn't do a divorce dad fic, it’s because it isn’t realistic with this story. Growing up my dad knew what my mom did but he made it worse so I turned to other people in my life to be parental figures. Close family members knew but they couldn't do anything because it would make things worse. If you want dad to save us I can write it, but this story is how things went for me growing up. 

Taglist: @winter-soldier-vibes @chrisevansdaughter​ @wndawtch​ @astranva​ @slutfortaylorswiftandzendaya @dumb-fawkin-bitch

You put the key into the knob at your Uncle's house. As you heard the click, you slowly pushed open the door and heard the patterned paws of your favorite dog. You walked into the house and took off your shoes before bending down for a cuddle.

“Hey buddy, I know you weren’t expecting me,” you whispered to him, slowly feeling more at peace than when you walked in. Dodger started to lick some of the dry tears you had on your face, making you laugh. “Thanks, bubs, you always know how to make me feel better,” you said softly as you sat down on the floor. Dodger followed your lead and laid his head on your leg. You took some slow breaths, slowly petting the dog's head. 

“Y/n?” you heard as you looked up at the top of the stairs. Chris was in an old pair of sweatpants and a Patriots Sweatshirt. He looked exhausted and sad as he took in the image in front of him. “Hi,” you said as you pushed Dodger off of your thigh and got up. “Sorry for waking you up, I just needed a break.”

“You need a break at 11 o’clock at night?” Chris said as he made his way down the stairs. “yeah, and I wanted to see Dodger.” you said as you made your way into the kitchen. Chris was slowly following behind you, followed by Dodger. “Does your mom know?” He asked as he leaned against the wall, watching you grab a mug and a packet of your favorite tea he always has. 

“Yep,” you said as you took a breath and brought the mug over to the sink. You turned on the hot water and watched as the hot water slowly came out, filling up the mug. You turned it off once it filled up to your liking as you felt Chris’s blue eyes on you. You grabbed the tea bag and forcefully opened the package and sank the bag into the mug. 

“Nothing else?” Chris said as he made his way towards you. “Look, I'm tired and just want to go the bed. If you want to talk, we can do it in the morning,” you said turning towards him. The bags and dried tears under your eyes are more visible with the fluorescent light. You took the mug in your hand as you took a sip. 

“If you were tired then why did you decide to come over to my house this late instead of sleeping in your own bed,” Chris said as you avoided eye contact with him. “Why don't you ask Laurie that?” you said with a snap. 

As you spoke, you locked eyes with Chris. He looked at you with confusion as you looked at him with regret. “What is that supposed to mean,” he said as you took the mug and made your way past him, and headed up the stairs. “HEY!” Chris yelled, and he watched as your body froze and your eyes went wide, not saying anything. Chris noticed the behavior change and slowly made his way up the stairs. 

As Chris came around to face you, he took the tea from your hand and placed it on the ground. He took your hand in his and he made eye contact with you. “What happened tonight?” he asked you. You took a breath before speaking, “Do I really have to say it?” you asked. “yes, but we can talk in my room instead. Come on.” he said as he let go of you. You picked up the tea and followed your uncle into his room.

“Come on buddy,” Chris said as he pat the end of the bed, which Dodger jumped on top of quickly. You laughed as you put the mug on the nightstand and quickly got under the covers. Chris followed and moved his arm to wrap around you. With his thumb stroking your shoulder, the two of you sat in the sound of the rain. 

Chris knew your mom had an anger problem, having seen it firsthand one night. He tried to help her get the right help, but she never saw it as a serious problem since she ‘only does it when she is angry,’ and ‘its y/n fault because she broke the rules.’ 

“How bad was it?” Chris whispered. You sighed, “mix of physical and emotional.” you replied. Chris sighed as he let his head hit the backboard. “Goddammit,” he huffed out as you heard his voice get a little loud. You flinched and quickly shut your eyes, which Chris noticed as he started to rub your shoulder more to remind you he is there. “Any bruises?” he asked to the window. You laughed and tilted your head towards him. “She isn't an amateur Chris, of course not.” you sighed as you let your head rest against him.

“It's kinda funny what happened,” you chuckled as you continued. “She said I was worse than a murderer and an abuser combined. While also asked me earlier that day to attend a domestic abuse awareness gala with her, even though she was just pushing me repeatedly against the wall. ” you laughed at that. Chris just held you close and kissed the top of your head. 

“I'm so sorry she is doing that to you Y/n. You know I would do something if I could,” he spoke into your hair. “But why can't you? You know how bad it is for me, and I can't be scared to enter my own home.” You said as you sat up on the bed, turning towards him. “You know it's not that simple. You have other siblings, I can’t just pull you out and leave the others there,” he said looking softly at you. 

“But it doesn't happen to the others. Only me, I'm the one who receives all of the pain,” you said as you felt your eyes get cloudy. Chris opened his arms up again as you quickly wrapped yourself around him. He stroked your back as he softly spoke. “I can't do that Y/n, but you know you can always come here when it gets bad. I will do everything I can to keep you safe,” he whispered.

“So this is just what it has to be?” you whispered against him. “Unfortunately hun. But know that I’m always here for you. Okay?” he said looking down at you. “Thank you, Uncle Chris,” you replied as you snuggled deeper against him. He kissed the top of your head. “Of course sweetie,” he responded. 

Chris took the remote from the side of his bed and quietly turned on Y/C/M and he could feel yourself smile against him. You shifted so you can see the screen as you got ready for a safe night in with your uncle. 

[toastedkiwi]

how are chris and traumatized!daughter doing?

They went on a couple of road-trips to various colleges that she’s a bit interested even a culinary school. She’s gotten big into cooking and has often making the meals for her and Chris. They even had a cooking class together which he failed at and she excelled at. They did also spend some time in Baltimore with her friends. Chris did take her to Disneyland because that was a must for him. But overall, they’re doing pretty well especially with Chris being out of work and now able to spend his time with his teenage daughter.

[sunnylands-world]

Looking at you laughing makes me wanna laugh too

- Sunny

[blogevaawrites]

Keeping to the schedule.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, sad, marriage, divorce, smut

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

Part I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi, what are you doing here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You made them very clear.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Right away, I googled him with the call waiting.

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

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

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

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

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

“Right”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing? I asked softly.

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

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

“Two weeks?” that was so fucking long.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, it’s not like…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why did you leave me?”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not nobody.”

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

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

His face looked confused and tired.

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

He walked to the door, ready to leave me.

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

“You already said that.” He barked back.  

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

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

“Why didn’t you tell me this?”

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

[gotnofucks]

(updated 26 October 2021)

MARVEL 

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Steve Rogers

One-Shots

Choose :  Steve realizes he can’t let you go when you’re stuck in a safe house with him (dark!steve x reader)

Ball's In Your Court : Steve and Y/n have been playing games for years. But now that Rogers is acting like a little bitch, Y/n throws him a curve ball that will either make them or break them.

Pot of Gold : You went broke and bet your pussy.

Special Training : Steve takes special interest in your training (dark!Steve x Reader)

Nectar: Steve's waited a long time to have you again after the birth of your daughter. (soft!dark King Steve x Reader)

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

The Airport Cliché : You make sure your love story has the necessary cliché to make it legit.

No One's Bitch: If Steve thought you'll bend to his will, he was dead wrong. This kitty has some claws (dark!Steve x Reader)

Bartered: You were his, despite wearing another man's ring on your hand. (Dark!Steve x Reader)

Renewing Vows: Steve reminds you of your promises as his wife. (Dark!Steve x Reader)

Colour Me Red: Your boss is chasing you like the proverbial hound of hell, and one vibrant shade of red is going to be his undoing, and yours.

Midnight Adventures: He thinks you’re trying to escape him, even though he’d made it clear who you belong to. Though the truth is far more innocuous than that. (soft!dark Steve x Reader)

Lover's Quarrel: You have the powers to resurrect if you’ve been murdered, and a jealous Steve Rogers indulges heavily in your abilities. He would not let you steal his best friend, that was for sure. So what, if your rivalry regularly caused fire and harm to public property? You just couldn’t let the other win.

The Journey to Daddy: Five times you call Steve 'daddy', and one time he asks you to.

In Mind and Heart : When your former supersoldier lover shows up at your door a year later, the last thing you expect him to do is ask for another fuck. You let in him because of friendship, and he refused to let you go because of love. This was not how it was supposed to go. (Soft!dark Steve x Reader)

Murder at the Whorehouse : When Sergeant Barnes assigns you a murder case at the brothel, you didn’t know you’d cross paths with Steve Rogers who was a bigger mystery than the case itself. (Ft. Stucky x Reader)

Series

At His Alter: You fall in love with a man already belonging to someone else. (Priest!Steve)

Condemned To Him: It’s hard to love someone you were meant to hate. But Steve doesn’t care, and he will have your love no matter how much you deny it. (soft!dark!Steve x Reader)

Happily Ever After : Steve won't take no for an answer (dark!Steve x Reader)

Happily Ever After-2 : You are welcomed in your new life, as the bride of Steve Rogers (dark!Steve x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Post Traumatic Fuck Fest (Steve Rogers)

Please Hurt me (Mob!Steve Rogers)

Peeping Tom (Steve Rogers)

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Bucky Barnes

One-Shots

Madness, Thy name is Barnes: You and Bucky put on a show for the team

Night Ritual : You and Bucky have a night time ritual

Lovely Shade of Green : Jealousy is a very good look on your boyfriend

Fallen Together : Bucky and you spend a winter morning in each other's arms

Hide-And-Eat : Nothing stops Bucky when he's hungry for you.

Gluttony is a Sin : You and Bucky put a little something extra in your food and Sam learns Gluttony is a sin for a reason

Promised to Him : You return back to your town after years, hoping to start anew. But faces of the past reappear, set to fulfill promises you had made years ago. (dark!Biker!Bucky x Reader)

To the beat of sin : In the heat of music, you do something that makes Bucky mad. He reminds you of who you belong you, but you have a lesson for him too. (rockstar!Bucky x rockstar!reader)

The Second Coming: You were about to marry the love of your life. You were ready to be happy and determined to be a good wife. But then he returned. Your past came into your life to remind you that he would never let you go, and there is little you could do to stop him. (Royal AU) (dark!Bucky x Reader, ft. Peter Parker)

A Sack of Skin: You had thought burying him would have rid you of him. But he came back to haunt you in the worst way possible. (Dark! Ghost!Bucky x Reader, Possessed!Steve x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

A love there is no cure for (WS Bucky)

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Steve x Reader x Bucky

One-Shots

Going Against Nature : Steve and Bucky would change the laws of nature if that’s what would take to make you theirs. or: Steve and Bucky don’t like it when you smell like Peter Parker. (dark!alpha!Steve x reader, dark!alpha!Bucky x reader) A/B/O

Meet the Parents : You're daddies little girl and Peter wants to take you out (featuring Peter Parker)

Murder at the Whorehouse : When Sergeant Barnes assigns you a murder case at the brothel, you didn’t know you’d cross paths with Steve Rogers who was a bigger mystery than the case itself.

Series

•Master of His Own Fate: As far as Bucky knew, fate would not decide who you belong to. Very twisted dark soulmate AU.  (dark!Bucky x Reader, dark!Steve x Reader)

Master of His Own Fate-2

•Their Surrogate : When Steve and Bucky ask you to be the surrogate mother for their child, you couldn’t say no. (dark!Steve x Reader, dark!Bucky x Reader)

Their Surrogate - 2 Their Surrogate-3 (completed)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Bound and Blindfolded (Stucky x Reader)

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Stephen Strange

Congruence :  Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person. (featuring Loki)

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

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Loki

Congruence :  Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person. (featuring Stephen Strange)

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Tony Stark

Series

•My Little Girl:  Prince Tony hunts you on the royal hunting trip (dark!Tony Stark x reader)

My Little Girl - 2:  Prince Tony has taken you, but keeping you proves more difficult that he imagined. (dark!Tony Stark x reader, slight dark!Steve x reader)

My Little Girl-3

One-Shots

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

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Peter Parker

Protected : How were you to know who's a monster, who's a savior when they all hide behind a mask (dark!Peter x reader)

Meet the Parents : You're daddies little girl and Peter wants to take you out (featuring Stucky)

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SamBucky

Parts of Whole: Steve would see his OTP's ship sail, even from across the grave (ft. Steve Rogers)

Sam Wilson

To Sin in Love: You're forced to choose between the man who owns your heart and the one who owns your soul. (Ft. Lucifer)

RANSOM DRYSDALE

One-Shots

One Day :  Ransom meets sub!reader but she won’t kneel for him

Thirty One Days : Ransom and you are on a month-long challenge. Who will win and what are the stakes?

The Unreformed Rake: Ransom Drysdale is a notorious rake, but he seems to have taken a shine to you. When he plans to make you his, nothing would stand in his way. No is not a word he understands. (Soft!dark Ransom x Reader)

The Fated Mate: Ransom always knew he’d be your alpha. Despite you not presenting yet, he just knew you were meant to be his. No matter how much you ran, you always found him waiting for you at the end of the line. They said it was fated, and sometimes fate was a bitch. (A/B/O)

Sleeping Beauty: He waits for sleep to claim you, so that he can do the same later (dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) Kinktober Day 1

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Breeding Kink + Housewife Kink w/Ransom

ANDY BARBER

One-Shots

Golden Cage :  You asked Andy to take your case and he asked for you to give yourself to him as payment.  (soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader)

Trespassing : You trespass on forbidden land, catching the eye of the creature that dwells within. (dark!demon!Andy Barber x Reader)

No Judgements: An Omega in heat is never fit to make a fair judgement, especially not when her delicious meat of an Alpha is concerned. (A/B/O)

His Responsibility : When you're pregnant and scared, Andy decides he will take the responsibility, whether you want it or not. (dark!Andy x reader)

A Man's World: To advance in a man’s world, you must allow one to own you. He promises you success, as long as you give yourself to him. (soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader)

LEE BODECKER

One-Shots

Sweet Tooth : Sheriff, you and his sweet tooth

The Claiming of the Sheriff: You wanted him, he wanted you. But he was too honourable and you were too greedy. So you made the choice for both of you. (dadsbestfriend!Lee x soft!dark Reader)

Series

•Sell My Soul :  You cut a deal with the Sheriff to save your brother (dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Sell My Soul -2 :  Your husbands finds a secret you’ve been keeping and he is not happy.  (dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Sell My Soul - 3 : Last part to the series (soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Drabbles Masterlist

SHERLOCK HOLMES

One-Shots

What's Your Escape : Sherlock could never resist a mystery, especially not one as deliciously wrapped as you (dark!Sherlock Holmes x reader)

Death by Pleasure : Death by Pleasure isn't a thing. Is it? (Dark!Sherlock Holmes x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

A worthy throne (Sherlock Holmes)

CHRIS EVANS

One-Shots

Loving Dodger : Your journey of overcoming your fear of dogs to loving Dodger.

Muse Music : Chris plays for you

Chemical Romance: Chris won't have you running away from him. You're his. He owns your heart, and now he'll own all of you.

AUGUST WALKER

One-Shots

Compromise: Your surrender to him would ensure the safety of the world (dark!August Walker x Reader)

Prometheus: You disappoint August and must make up for it

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Pluto is not a Planet (Hades! August Walker)

LUCIFER

To Sin in Love: You're forced to choose between the man who owns your heart and the one who owns your soul. (Ft. Sam Wilson)

JAKE JENSEN

At the Dinner Table: Request: How about Jake Jensen meeting the reader's parents for the first time and since he's an adorkable idiot, chaos ensues?

Drabbles/Headcanons/Blurbs (Miscellaneous/Multi-characters and fandoms)

When you feel ugly and the boys won't have it (BB, SR, LB, TS, RD, LL, SH)

When Reader is tall and slim and not curvy (SR, BB, RD, LB, AB)

Dick Fingers (very weird ask)

Detention (Severus Snape hc)

Remedial Potions (dark! Severus Snape)

Does your mother know (Hook)

When Reader has anorexia and body image issues (BB, LB, LL)

BODY POSITIVITY CHALLENGE

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Title: Love, Maybe? {17}

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: Plot, Cursing, Heavy Angst

Word Count: 4.8K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. 3 years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

Note: Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought.

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Chapter 17: Surrender the Dream

-Vixen-

  “Vix, you okay? You haven’t eaten breakfast or lunch. I made dinner. It’s not as good as your food, but it’s edible,” Nexus said outside your door. After a few moments, she knocked again. “Sweetie, come on it’s been almost two days. I have Ella don’t worry about her, but I wanna make sure you’re okay.”

   Okay? You would have laughed, but you couldn’t stop crying. Everything was a mess, and the worst part was you didn’t mean for it to be. You didn’t mean for everything to just flip upside down. You couldn’t help but go over, and over every decision, you’d made over the last three years. Beginning with your choices in Vegas that led to your night with Chris and your marriage, then the colossal choice to go back to his house the night you were sure Ella was conceived. Then to every choice you’d made since, keeping the pregnancy to yourself, hiding who her father was, erasing every existence of him from your memory to waiting so long to tell him. In hindsight, you wondered if things would have been better now if you’d made different choices. You knew it was pointless to wonder because the past couldn’t be changed. All you had was the present and the future.

   By the time the morning came, you got out your bed and looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked as horrible as you felt. The bags under your eyes showed you hadn’t slept, and your red puffy eyes said you’d been crying. Closing your eyes you took a few deep breaths and pushed away any more emotions that tried to bombard you.

   “The past is just that, the present is a gift and the future is yet to come. Mold it.” You repeated your mantra and made a conscious decision to move forward. You started your morning routine then took a long hot shower taking the time to wash and deep condition your hair. The entire time you managed to keep your mind blank, it took incredible focus and meditation but you accomplished it. When you finally walked back into your bedroom two hours had passed you dressed and put your hair into a simple style then you walked out toward Ella’s room. Peeking in you saw it was empty, you then moved to Nex’s, again it was empty. You walked to the family room and saw them sprawled on the carpet in front of the TV. You smiled and dropped next to them. When Ella saw you she lit up and bum-rushed you toppling you over. You laughed and held her as you kissed her over and over.

 “Hi baby, hi. I’m so sorry.”

   “Are you okay?”

   “I will be, I always am.”

   Nexus nodded and rubbed your back reassuringly.

   “Wanna talk about it?”

   “Maybe later, now I just want to enjoy this bushel of sunshine.”

   You continued to kiss all over Ella then settled into a comfortable silence as you watched The Little Mermaid for the umpteenth time, but you didn’t care. Seeing her gasp, clap, and squeal at it was like the first time every time. You smiled and enjoyed the rest of the day vegging out and pushing the rest of the world and your worries to the side.

   When you tucked Ella into bed, you enjoyed a bottle of wine with Nex and told her everything and left nothing out including how jumbled your feelings were about everything. When you hinted at what he’d said those years ago she understood perfectly. A few hours later and four and a half bottles of wine you were sitting around the pool enjoying the quiet of the night, no need for words.

   “So, what now?”

   You shrugged and huffed a breath out, “I’m flying by the seat of my panties now. My dream is gone. Shot. Dead.”

    “Eh, when one dream dies another is born. Maybe it’s time for you to piece together a different one, one slightly altered,” Nex suggested.

   The problem was you had no idea what that dream looked like, no idea how to even begin to piece it together. You were utterly confused. You hadn’t felt this lost since you returned from LA to find out you were pregnant. You sighed and finished your glass and put it on the small table between the two of you.

   “He was so destroyed Nex. The rage on his face was so clear, and it was aimed at me.”

   “He’s shocked. It all probably crashed on him in seconds. Men process emotion a lot differently than women.”

    “He hates me.”

   You rubbed your forehead, feeling the tension headache reawakening. “Do you care?”

   “Of course I care. He’s my kid’s father, and he knows it now.”

   “Don’t read too much into anything right now; let the information sit with him for a few days.”

   “I’ve known his information for three years. I could have told him the minute I found out I was pregnant, or the day after I had her, or even any day of the week. I could have mailed pictures, her birth certificate, I knew how to reach him, but I didn’t. I was going to tell him, I swear it. He wasn’t supposed to find out the way he did Nex. That was traumatic. Then the paps--I had to hightail it outta there. God, it was horrible.”

   “Yeah. Bright side it's out now. He knows everything is in the open.”

   You scoffed because Nex’s way of looking on the bright side annoyed the shit out of you. You could hear her phone ringing from inside. She hurried to it trying to get to it before it woke Ella. You closed your eyes and tried to block out reality that was trying to creep its way back in. You didn’t want to think about the mess you were in because you had no idea how to clean it up.  After about a minute you felt Nexus tap your shoulder. You looked up to her with a quizzical look on your face. She looked serious and held her phone out to you.

   “What? Is it mom or dad? If so I can’t talk to them right now, I don’t think I can handle it.”

   She shook her head and mouthed something that you didn’t catch. “Is something wrong at the restaurant?” You took the phone.

  “Hello?”

   “We need to talk. Now!”

   You’d recognize his voice any time, anywhere. You swallowed the ball of tension in your throat and tried to quiet your fears and hopes.

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  -Chris-

He was a father. A father. Him. It was almost laughable. He wanted it for months, told interviewers it was his ultimate goal. It was a dream he thought he’d screwed himself out of when he acted like a world-class asshole three years ago. Come to find out it was a dream he accomplished three years ago. He had a daughter. He couldn’t believe it. He didn’t know how he felt about it either. He always thought the day he found out he was going to be a father would be the happiest day of his life, one he’d thank god for, but now it wasn’t the happiest day. It was painful. Painful to think he’d missed everything, first words, steps, smile, tooth, everything. He’d missed it because of you. It hurt worse than anything he’d felt before and that pain made him furious.

   Here he was chastising himself for years how he handled the night at his house thinking he’d misjudged you when in reality he may not have. With what you’d done it showed your true colors. You weren’t who he hoped you were, dreamt you were. The last few days had been challenging he had to continue filming on set while pushing real-life to the side, then at nights he didn’t sleep he couldn’t he kept having nightmares and askew thoughts. So he spent the duration of the night walking around his house, drinking beer, whiskey, and eating an obscene amount of takeout. After you’d sped off every instinct in him said chase you down and force you to tell him the truth. The paps in his face derailed that plan. He had to turn on the charm, bury his true feelings and disposition, that was what he hated most about the spotlight. At any given moment you had to be on no matter what or risk some random story being run about you.

   Anthony did his best to calm him down. He spoke to his common sense and not to his irate emotions. He spoke to his reasoning side, and he tried to make him put himself in your shoes, tried to make him think about how hard this was for you and so on and so on. Truth be told he didn’t give a shit to think about any of that. He’d just had a bombshell dropped on him. He was a father, a father to a child he didn’t know, a child that didn’t know him. It hurt too much.  Anthony had the right idea to take his phone from him so he wouldn’t make any brash decisions.

   Looking back, he was glad for it, the way his emotions were the last few days he could have easily said something that there was no way back from. Tonight he was better—slightly. He sat in the dark booth of the diner he chose and sipped his coffee as he waited. He glanced at his watch; one-fifteen. You were late. He began to wonder if you’d even come. He didn’t know what he’d do either way, so he sat there and sipped his coffee. He finished one cup and moved on to another, then another. When the bell rang, signaling the opening door he’d drank four cups and was even more wired then he was before. He watched you slowly approach the back table where he sat and against his better judgment, he felt anxiousness, and hope and a strange mix of happiness and anger. Your eyes met his, and you quickly looked away and closed the space between you. she slid in the booth and looked around the near-empty diner, counting the two of them there were five people in there including the waitress at the counter.

You placed your purse next to you, but you still didn’t look at him. He wondered if you were afraid to, just didn’t want to or if you were ashamed to after what you’d done. The waitress approached the table and smiled warmly.

   “Welcome. Can I get you anything?”

   “Uh--,” you stretched the sound while you tried to decide, you snorted and shook your head. “You know what all I really want is a glass of whiskey.”

  He was surprised, but he couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face. This was who he remembered; the woman who was unconventional and didn’t do false pretenses. This was the woman he liked. He shook off the smile and returned the scowl to its rightful place.

  “Sorry we don’t have whiskey, the only thing we have alcohol wise is beer.”

    “Then I’ll take a beer please, Corona. Thank you.” She nodded and walked away to retrieve your order. Silence fell over the table again a silence he didn’t rush to remedy. He didn’t trust his words he felt like he was seconds away from bursting and didn’t want to say the wrong thing. Although she deserved whatever he said. The waiter returned and put down the bottle then opened it and walked away. You wasted no time lifting it to your head and gulping it down without so much as a pause or a breath. When you lowered the bottle it was empty. You breathed out and raised a finger to the waitress signaling one more. Another peek at the woman he’d met three years ago.

   You looked at him for the first time, and the one thing he could decipher on your face was fear. You were afraid, the thought stunned him, and he wondered if you were afraid of him. The waiter put two more bottles on the table before she left and again silence stretched on.

   “When was she born?”

   You took a sip from the beer bottle and sighed before answering. “May thirteenth.”

   He scoffed, precisely one month before his birthday. Clenching his jaw he did his best to keep a tight lid on his anger.

   “I thought you were on the pill.”

   You shugged and breathed out again before taking another sip of your beer. “Guess your sperm is stronger than that. True super soldier stuff.”

   Sarcasm. He didn’t know whether to laugh or get angrier.

   “When did you find out?”

   “The day the final divorce papers came in the mail, three and a half months after we signed them.”

   “Jesus, why didn’t you tell me? Was it that you didn’t know how to reach me?”

    “No, I knew how to reach you. I knew your address; I knew your lawyer’s contact, hell I even had your cell number, I knew how to reach you,” you confessed. The hurt he felt surprised him. You’d deliberately kept the most important thing from him.

   “I want to be one hundred percent honest from here on--,”

  “Well, it’s about damn time. Three years too late I’d say.” It came out before he thought about it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

    “The last time we saw each other--,” you paused. He held his breath and waited for you to call him out for the asshole he was.

    “I realized your life wasn’t for a baby. I’d read the tabloids and heard the rumors and just came off a marriage and divorce in under seventy-two hours. I made a call.”

   He studied you. You weren’t lying; it was true. His life then wasn’t any place for a baby he wasn’t ready then for a baby. Still, with that knowledge, he couldn’t help but feel like he’d had a right to know.

   “I can’t believe you. Three years Vixen, three fucking years!”

   You looked down to the table and scrunched your face. He tried to reel in his anger but found he was struggling. You looked at him and watched every move he made.

   “I’m sorry you found out that way. Believe me; I didn’t want you to find out like that.”

   “Were you ever going to tell me? If I hadn’t seen you that day in the cliffs, and then again in the restaurant, would you have ever told me?”

   You took a long sip of your beer and looked to be thinking deeply. When you licked your lips, his attention went right to them. He remembered those lips, the things they’d done to him, and how they tasted; it was one thing of the many things he couldn’t forget.

   “I don’t know. It became easier just to pretend like you weren’t her father. It was easy because we had separate lives in two different places, lives that would never have to intersect. When I came to LA that dream faded and I was faced with a new reality. I knew it was a matter of time, but still, I couldn’t tell you.”

   “Why?!” His voice was louder than a whisper but just a hair below a full-on shout.

   He saw you pinch your lips and make up your face before he saw the twinkle of tears in your eyes. This was the second time he would see you cry, and he didn’t like it. His instinct was to make it better, make your pain stop, and he hated that. Right now he was pissed, worse than pissed. You lied to him for damn near three years, kept his child from him. He was having a hard time looking at you because deep down he feared you would never have told him if you’d never bumped into each other. He didn’t know how to reconcile that with everything else he felt.

   “I was scared,” you whispered on a strangled breath.

   “Of what?”

   “Are you kidding me, Chris. I knew that the more time that passed, the more difficult it would be to explain to make you understand and I was afraid of this. The anger the hate, all of this tension and bullshit,” you blurted out.

  A long silence fell over the two of you. His mind was running at warp speed taking in everything you said, processing the emotions he saw on your face, trying to decipher if everything you said was yet another lie. He was struggling to get past the fact that you’d lied and hid his child from him. If you were capable of that, what else were you capable of?

   Sighing you grasped your head between your hands resting your elbows on the table. “I didn’t try to trap you.”

   He scoffed at your whispered statement and dug his hand in his hair, not caring if he left it messy. Somewhere deep inside he already knew you hadn’t tried to trap him. Somehow he knew that wasn’t your MO. In the time he’d spent with you in Vegas and in LA he never got the impression you were one of those women who slept with celebrities purposely with intent to get pregnant. No that was not the vibe he got from you. This was an accident.

   “I didn’t try to use this—use her as some sort of chess piece for the future,” you added.

   “I know.”

   “You do?”

   Your expression was a confused one, one that was laced with shock. He sighed and sunk back into the booth. The second bottle of beer on the table looked real refreshing right about now. As if sensing what he wanted, you slid the full bottle to him. He took it and guzzled half of it down. He saw you smile, and he wanted to smile too, but he clenched his jaw instead.

   “I know you didn’t do this on purpose. You had a career plan, things you wanted to accomplish. I remember that much, no one with such a detailed plan chooses to--.” There was no need to finish the sentence; you got it. He gulped down some more of the beer and stared out the window into the darkness of the night.  Neither of you spoke. He didn’t mind the silence; the loudness in his head was more than enough noise.

   He couldn’t believe this. He’d been deathly careful all these years. He’d made sure he brought his own condom and even pulled out with it on. He had women sign NDAs after every encounter. Made sure his lawyer Sherman was on top of everything that could come back and bite him in the ass, her included. The one time of so many times he’d been drunk off his ass he slipped up and married someone, then he further slipped up by having sex with her again unprotected.

   When he remembered he went bare in Vegas, he kicked himself. It was something he’d never done. For nearly three years he couldn’t figure out why he’d done it. He still didn’t know exactly why he did it. He had plenty of suspicions, but he didn’t dare go anywhere near them. Now look, the repercussions from his negligence were sitting right in front of him. Repercussions that made him a father. He scoffed loudly, closed his eyes and pinched them. He then closed them to pinch his nose bridge.

  “Jesus Christ! I’m a father,” he finished on a whisper.  He kept the pressure on his nose and groaned.

   “Look, I don’t want anything from you. I don’t need your money; I didn’t need or want it then and I don’t need or want it now.”

    Rage swelled in him again, hotter than before.

   “That’s fucking evident! You lied, schemed and hid all of this for years!” Yeah, it came out with a bit more venom than he meant it to but oh well. Your cavalier disposition was really starting to piss him off.

   “She has some fucking nerve!”

  Leaning closer to the table, he rested his elbows on the surface. He saw you slink back to lean against the backrest of the cushioned booth seat. He saw a flash of fear dash across your face. He’d worked hard over the years to keep a tight reign on his anger. In his career, it didn’t pay to show it. Now, sitting across from you knowing all he knew now with all he’d thought and wished for over the years he was having difficulty holding tightly to those reigns.

   “What do you want Vixen? Well, besides me never having known about all of this. What the fuck do you actually want?!” His voice was tight thanks to him clenching his jaw painfully tight. He’d never been this angry that he could remember. No one had ever made him this angry. That said something. You avoided his eyes and looked down to the empty bottle before you. You shuffled it back and forth between your hands, and he waited for a response.

    “Well?!”

    When you jumped, he closed his eyes and felt like an asshole. He didn’t want you afraid of him; he didn’t want to be this man either—not to you. After taking several calming breaths he leaned back into the backrest and busied his hands under the table so she wouldn’t see his clenched fists.

   “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t want you to find out like this.”

   “You said that already. They sound like empty words Vixen.”

   “They’re not. I mean them. I don’t say anything I don’t mean.” He studied her face carefully. She looked remorseful and full of guilt, yes, but he had no way of gauging if it was fake, this was LA after all.  

   “I didn’t mean to upset you. I just want you to know I don’t want or need your money. I have my own. I’m not looking to pinch you for what you’re worth or anything that comes with being who you are. I’m not that woman. So if this is too much for you and something you don’t need right now say the word, and you have nothing to worry about. We’ll be gone in a few months, and you’ll never hear from or see us again. Easy.”

   Your words were making him angrier. He couldn’t believe you were saying them.

   “In what world do you think I’d let you just disappear with my kid again!”

   At that point, your face turned lethal. You leaned over the table and glowered at him.

    “Let me? Excuse me? Let’s get one fucking thing straight you don’t let me do anything! I do whatever the fuck I please when I please. Get that straight.”

  “Not with my kid you don’t, not anymore!” His tone was just as dangerous as yours, and you both sat there glaring at the other, neither of you backing down. After almost a minute, you grabbed your bag and stood. “This was pointless!” After spitting the words at him, you took a few steps to the door. He sat there and watched you move. Everything in his head said let her go, that he didn’t need this, but everything in his heart said the opposite. Once you touched the door he hissed out then stood.

   “Wait--,”

   “No!” You pushed the door wider, and when you were half out he managed to swallow some of his rage. “She’s my daughter Vix.” You stopped once the words were out, but you didn’t turn around.

    “She’s my—my—my daughter,” he said again. This time the weight of that washed over him and brought the emotions he’d been holding back. You looked back to him, and again, there were tears in your eyes. Stepping back from the door you allowed it to close as you walked back to the table. The two of you sat down again, this time you held tightly to your bag in front of your chest. A plethora of emotions was swimming through him; he didn’t know what to say, how to feel, what to think. There was so much he wanted to say though, so much he wanted to know. Chancing a glance at you, he saw you staring at the table. He looked down and saw his hands shaking on top of the table, and he knew that’s what you were looking at.

   “T—Tell me about her—please.” It was more a plea than a request. “What do you want to know?” He laced his fingers together and rested them under his bearded chin. “Anything, I know--nothing.” That knowledge tore him up all over again. The knot in his belly tightened. He felt worthless. What kind of father knew nothing about his child his own baby girl? He clenched his jaw again, but this time it wasn’t an angry tick, it was in an effort to not cry.

   “Um—she loves to eat and is always up to try something new. She is quick to tell you if she doesn’t like something. She loves bath time, any body of water really, I’m convinced she was a mermaid in a previous life. She loves unicorns. She is afraid of the dark. When she sleeps, she purrs so softly. She loves cookies n’ cream ice cream. She loves the beach but is scared of waves. Balloons are an obsession, and when they pop she releases this laugh that is so amazing, it’s the best thing in the entire world, so carefree and full of joy.” As he watched you speak about her—his daughter he couldn’t help but notice the look of joy, wonderment and sheer love that resided on your face. You were beautiful. Every smile tempted him to smile in return. Listening to you speak made him feel an emptiness he’d felt for years, a void he deduced to longing, a deep yearning for something he missed. He now knew what it was he was yearning for, what it was he missed, and why he felt empty. His sadness took over, and he had to look away just as a lone tear rolled down his cheek. He leaned back and quickly wiped away the tear, but not before you saw it. Another silence fell between you.

   “Has she ever asked about—her father?”

    “No.” He nodded and took a deep breath and felt exhaustion wash over him. It had been a long couple of days. “You don’t want me involved.” It was said as a statement, but he meant it as a question, he had to know. “I never said that.” He studied you again. “So, you want me involved.” You looked down to your hands that rested on the table and began fidgeting with a bracelet on your wrist. “I never said that.” He scoffed and shook his head. “Then what are you saying Vixen?” You didn’t answer but looked to be deep in thought. You twirled the bracelet faster.

    “I don’t know. I’ve never thought about this; I never had to.” He tried not to be hurt all over again by that. “You have to now. So, tell me.” you sighed and sucked your bottom lip into your mouth. His attention automatically went there. It was hard not to think about the last time he’d tasted your lips or the last time your mouth was on him. Now definitely wasn’t the time but he had little to no control over himself at this point.

   “She’s your—daughter. Our daughter. I understand that. You are her father. But my job is to make sure she is good. It’s my job to protect her and keep her safe.”

   “From me?”

   “If need be. Let’s be real Chris. I don’t know anything about you. I don’t know if you’re life is anywhere for a child to be, with the madness of the paparazzi, and everything that comes with this thing you called fame or your lifestyle. I don’t know who you are.” No matter the things he’d revealed to her or how they’d talked he understood. That was nearly three years ago, and they were both intoxicated. He understood and you were right about the paparazzi thing. He closed his eyes and took another deep breath.  

   “I’m not saying this to be a bitch; I’m trying to be honest.” With that, the silence stretched and stretched for long minutes, and he knew it was time to go their separate ways for the night. He walked you to your car like the gentleman he was raised to be. He stood in the dark and empty parking lot watching you rearview lights get further and further. The irony wasn’t lost on him. As you got further and further he could see what he’d always wanted now within arm’s reach. Now that he was faced with it in less than perfect circumstances and a hell of a lot more complications did he want it, and could he actually have everything?

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Has either traumatised!daughter graduated yet ? How’d school go for them?

Neither has graduated yet. Chris’s is doing a ceramics community college class because they weren’t offering just a ceramics class at her private school and she loved when they had a unit on it. She’s got one more year left. She’s done pretty well— actually a lot better in school being with her dad. She was a bit shocked by it.

Henry’s has two more years. She did alright with school. It was definitely a lot better than she’s done.

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Ohmygod! How did all the readers react to Chris being sexiest man alive?!

Shy was like “I’ve been telling you this whole time and I knew it. And it took them long enough to realize.” She did make him a cake. A sweater she made him actually made it into the photo shoot and into the magazine. Chris made sure she got credited for making that sweater.

Snowboarder cringed because that’s her dad. He’s a fucking meatball. He isn’t sexy to her. He’s a handsome dude on some occasions but nothing more. She had a buddy film her reaction which is her screaming and launching herself off a cliff. Don’t worry, there’s snow below and she’s already broken her arm.

Traumatized Daughter just had a long sigh. This wasn’t something she was expecting to happen.

Star Wars Actress was throwing him a party and was claiming “THATS MY MAN!” while Presley is like “THATS MY DADDY!”

Roomie sent him flowers with a crown and a little note that says congrats.

Model bought a bunch of magazines. Made some calls to have some of the photos blown up and framed. She’s in the process of making sure that every single one of the properties they have will have said photos. She’s also planning a big celebration on that Friday. She is gonna spoil her golden retriever.

Popstar Evans laughed because excuse me, what? That’s her brother. He’s a handsome man but sexy? That’s fucking disgusting. She does send him flowers. Henry sent him a bigger bouquet and put on the card “you fucking did it, you son of a bitch. I’m so proud of you. xoxo - your one true love.”

Haley Dunphy rolled her eyes.

BFF Kard was like “I FUCKING TOLD YOU AND YOU DIDNT FUCKING BELIEVE ME!” Plus she knew a long time ago. She knew the second he got the call. She was at the shoot. She posed him a couple times. She fluffed his hair. She gave him pep talks. She made him laugh. She composed an outfit.

Love of his life was like “and you come home to me? People’s Sexiest Man Alive?” She couldn’t believe it.

Pageant Star put a crown on his head and said, “there’s my sexiest man alive.” She had a big smile on her face.

Mama didn’t realize until a week later. She had been busy with kids and she’s been working her ass off too. She hadn’t been on social media. Also, Chris never mentioned it to her when they talk nor anybody else. She’s on the Kelly Clarkson Show to promote her latest project when Kelly tells her “congratulations on your husband being crowned the sexiest man alive last week.” Mama said “what do you mean?!” Then the magazine cover is on the screen. She literally said “what the fuck?! He didn’t tell me shit!” She walked off set and got her phone from her manager. She proceeded to call Chris. She was sent to voicemail. Kelly is laughing hysterically. Mama said “you knocked me up. —-First, you wormed your way into my life with Jackie. You then knocked me up. Trapped me! You dragged my ass to Boston to raise your mini-me’s together. You married me. And you mean to never tell me that you’re the Sexiest Man Alive? I had to find out from Kelly on the show. -I’m just done with you. Love ya but good day to you, you meatball.” Mama is just so exhausted.

Rockstar Neighbor sent him a fruit basket and leopard thong.

High School Teacher is dreading going in the next day for school.

Russian said to him “don’t be getting an eggo on me. You still a meatball. My meatball.”

Italian kissed both his cheeks and then lips. “I’m proud you got this title. You deserve it, Bambino,” she said.

Sailor knows she’s going to get shit when she comes back from leave. She can handle the America’s Ass because that’s hilarious. But Sexiest Man Alive? Try the Dumbest— the Lamest— the Boringest- the Annoyingest Man Alive. That’s her big brother, he’s not anywhere near sexy. But she did go out to dinner with him and the Rock with a few others to celebrate his title along with her being back stateside.

Kardashian has shirts made. Everyone is sent shirts. She’s got the pictures blown up and in her office (her mom does too). She surprised him on set with a cake. She humbly put in her Instagram bio “married to the sexiest man alive.”

News Reporter happily made the announcement for those who missed hadn’t seen it yet and bragged that it is her man.

Teen costar took to social media and asked for an immediate recall.

Animator sent him a drawing of Dodger with the sash that says “Goodest Boy Alive.” With Chris standing next to him in his own sash.

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Chris got woken up by traumatized daughter!reader at 7am. She and Dodger had patiently waited since she woke up which was at 5:34am. She took a shower, let out Dodger, and tried to wait as long as possible before saying fuck it and waking up her dad. Chris was a bit shocked to be woken up by her. He thought he would be finding her in her room or playing on her phone beside him. She politely asked, “dad, can we open presents please?”

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Traumatized daughter!reader joins Chris for a three day weekend in Atlanta. She meets The Rock when The Rock sits down next to her while she’s sitting behind the camera watching her dad work. He starts talking to her and she of course gives him her attention. And when she finally decides to speak, she said “do the eyebrow thing.” He happily obliged and she got a huge smile on her face and was thoroughly amused with herself. Chris couldn’t believe it.

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any updates for chris and his setter child he didn’t know of for a while that dealt with a shit ton of shit? (idk what we’re calling it lol)

Chris is getting a lot of questions about her during The Gray Man press tour. He quickly shuts down the nosey ones. He keeps his answers simple and sweet— “she’s doing good.” “She’s such a sweet kid.” “She gave me half of her sandwich once. I cried… and she backed away slowly.”

Chris isn’t with his kid as she doesn’t have a passport yet. He’s working on it. She is with grandma currently.

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How was Christmas for traumatized!evans? Did they get together with the whole family? Or was it just the two of them? Was there something specifically she wanted that she got?

Christmas morning was just them. Chris didn’t want to overwhelm her straight away like last time. His family is loud and all the cousins will be there. He can’t control it but if it’s just him, her, Dodger, and her dog, he can keep opening presents much more mellow. They see his family for Christmas dinner.

He kept pestering her on what she wants for Christmas. She kept saying “I don’t know.” She finally told him very very quietly “a teddy bear would be nice.” He got her an obnoxiously giant one. He got her the one with the little head and beefy body. He also got her a bunch of squishmallows and legos. Chris is also going to take her to Build-A-Bear. He just couldn’t rent out one of them as soon as he wanted to.

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How long/how do they react does it take for their unknown secret child to call them dad?

It took Henry’s five months. Somebody was snapping photos of them and it put her on edge. She grabbed his sleeve and pulled on it and said very quietly “daddy.” It took Henry aback as his kid barely speaks any words but he could hear how scared she sounds.

It took eight months. They were goofing off and he was hearing her genuinely laughing. He shoved her into the pool and she screamed “DAD! CANT SWIM!” Chris jumped in after her. Once he got her up to the surface, she was giggling- she fooled him. He held her tightly and didn’t want to say anything about her calling him dad.