#dad!chris evans x reader

[afictionalwhor3]

Daddy's Little Girl

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[alliewritesthings]

papers - pt 6

Pairing: Dad!Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: angst, mentions of divorce, mentions of cheating. if ive missed anything please let me know!

A/N: two years later and im backkkkkk. she's back to finish what she started 🤓 this took me way too long, and also makes me sad that it's finally finished. just wanted to give a shoutout to my bestie while im here because we actually met because she stumbled across my shitty little blog a few years ago, shes consistently gone on at me for years about finishing this series and i probs wouldnt have finished it if it wasn't for her 🥲 also this gif felt relevevant as we lay papers to rest with a "night night" 🤍

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Considering you’d found out you was pregnant three months into the pregnancy, the time flew quickly. Baby girl Evans was due 13th June, but decided she didn’t want to share a birthday with her daddy. 

At 5:15am on Saturday 9th June, Penelope Evans decided to make an appearance. Unfortunately for you, this was the weekend that Chris made a short trip back to Boston to have some well-earned birthday celebrations with his family. You’d decided that for multiple reasons, including being close to your own family, that you wanted to spend the rest of your pregnancy in London so returning to your family home in Boston wasn’t an option. 

Chris missed the entire birth of his second child, the event being unknown to him as his phone had died early on during his night out with old friends. Baby Penny was over twelve hours old when Chris finally received the news of his newborn child. A baby girl. News that brought the man to tears; he loved being a girl dad. 

But that was just over a month ago, baby Penny was quickly approaching seven weeks old. And Chris had spent every waking moment with both his young daughters. Summer was rolling in and Olivia had just finished her last week at school in London. It was two weeks until you packed up and once again moved your little family of four back to the USA. You’d made an agreement with Chris that your London apartment wasn’t to be sold and would instead be used by your family on your regularly planned visits. This luckily meant for you that there wasn’t much packing that needed to be done, only the essentials you’d need when you returned to your family home. You’d forever be grateful that you didn’t need to pack up the whole apartment with two little ones in tow. 

Penelope Evans was your perfect little secret for the first 5 weeks of her life, allowing yourself time to settle in being a parent of two. Being cooped up in your apartment from the day Penny was brought home from the hospital, both Chris and your parents taking it in turns to do the school run for Olivia. Of course, the rumour that Baby Evans was born spread when you weren’t spotted in public for weeks, but you were in your perfect newborn bubble. But you wanted to be present for Olivia’s last days in British school, so you made the effort to leave the house and walk the youngster to school every morning and watch her skip alongside her baby sister's buggy. 

It was 9pm, the evenings being the main time you got some silence in the little London apartment. Chris was perched on your shared bed, scrolling through his phone and replying to emails. You were sat on the carpeted floor, one leg outstretched and gently rocking the moses basket with your foot while you packed some of your newborn's clothes into one of the few suitcases dotted around the room. Both your daughters fast asleep in their respective beds. 

Your phone vibrated on the carpet next to you, ignoring it as you expected it to be Chris sending you something he’d seen on Instagram. You hummed quietly to yourself as you carefully folded clothes and placed them inside the case, your foot still gently rocking the moses basket. It wasn’t until your phone vibrated another two times that you curiously peeked down at the screen; your eyebrows furrowed as you noticed multiple Facebook messages from an old friend of yours that you’d not spoken to in years. 

I’m so sorry but I thought you should see this. One of the messages read, follow by a Sent a Photo and a link. You tilted your head in curiosity as you opened the messages, the link and screenshotted news article headline referencing the birth of your child and Chris’s whereabouts at the time. 

It wasn’t until you read further into the article that silence fell over the room, your humming coming to a sudden halt and your foot stopped pressing against the bassinet. Evans night out during birth of second child. Underneath the headline a picture of the alleged ‘Sarah’ from the previous cheating rumours that almost ruined your marriage a year ago. Chris had his arm wrapped around her shoulder as they sat in a booth in the corner of what seemed like a club, both leaning in closely and talking quietly amongst themselves. 

Recent discoveries show that Evans’ second child, a baby girl, was born on Sunday 9th June in the early hours of the morning. During this time Evans’ was in Boston on a night out with friends celebrating his approaching birthday, understood to also be his child’s due date. Evans has two children with his British wife. Rumours spread last summer of acts of infidelity within the marriage, however this did not seem to break the couple as they reunited and introduced their second child. 

Updates as they come. The article stated. 

You were speechless at the article, unsure how to process it as you placed your phone back on the carpet and focused back onto packing the suitcase in front of you. Was that even Chris in the photo? It was slightly blurry, and of course the club was dark. But you could pick Chris out of a crowd in an instant, and that certainly looked like the woman from previous photos. 

“You okay?” Chris questioned, peeking over his phone to look down at you. 

“Mhm.” You mumbled in response, a sigh leaving your lips as you picked up one of your favourite newborn onesies. Penny had grown out of it at this point, but you wouldn’t dispose of it; the onesie was Penelope’s first outfit, her coming home outfit. The same onesie that Olivia wore home when she returned from hospital. The neutral onesie with little Winnie The Pooh drawings printed across it. It almost made you cry at the thought of the perfect little family you once had, and could have continued to have. 

You closed your eyes and brought the onesie to your nose, taking a deep breath as you took in the scent of the laundry detergent you often used on your children's clothes, the milky honey scent filling your nostrils comforted you. 

Your phone vibrated next to you again, you’d turned on notifications for updates to the article. You were unsure if you wanted to return to read the update, a knot formed in your stomach and you began to fill sick. You laid the onesie on your lap as you reached again for your phone, following your gut feeling and reopening the article. 

UPDATE 

Recent investigations show the woman believed to be Sarah Jenkins, a 35-year-old from Atlanta. This is the second time she has publicly been spotted with actor Chris Evans. Sarah, who is public on most social media accounts, has a one-year-old child with an unknown father. Sources believe that Evans could be the father of the child. 

“Hey, what’s up?” Chris questioned, worry filling his face as he moved to sit next to you on the floor as he watched your face completely drain of all colour. 

“I’m going to be sick.” You mumbled, quickly pushing yourself to your feet and away from Chris. You almost tripped over the suitcase and other items scattered across the floor as you made a beeline for the bathroom, dropping to your knees as you leaned over the porcelain toilet and threw up the contents of your stomach. 

“Hey. It’s okay.” Chris followed you, kneeling down to hold your hair out your face and rub your back. 

“Get away from me!” You almost shouted, tears beginning to fill your eyes as you withdraw from any contact from the man. “How could you?!” You cried. 

“What?!” Chris questioned; his brows furrowed as he stared at you in shock. 

Oh boy was he a good actor. 

“Don’t you dare fucking lie to me again!” You bit back with gritted teeth. “How could you do that to me?! How could you do that to our poor innocent Olivia?!” The sadness fell over your eyes, the tears falling down your cheeks at the thought of your two precious girls who got hurt in the process. How as you going to explain this to them? How was you going to tell Olivia that her daddy was the reason the family fell apart? 

“How could you?!” You repeated again, a sob getting caught in your throat. “How could you cheat?! How could you have a child with another woman and simply act like its nothing?!” A loud wail tumbled from your lips as you pulled yourself back to the toilet and vomited some more. 

“I’m sorry.” Chris accepted defeat. That was all the conformation you needed. He should have known that after some time the news would come out. 

“You’re sorry?!” You looked at him in complete shock, bringing the back of your hand up to wipe at your mouth. “You think that's going to take all this away?” You truly were stunned that he was acting like this wasn’t as large a crime as it was. 

“His name is Theodore. Theo.” He mumbled, pushing himself to his feet as the tears started to fill in his eyes. The realisation was beginning to hit of what he’d done. How much he’d hurt his wife, and would shortly hurt his two precious daughters too. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” 

“You didn’t mean for this to happen?!” Your voice raised in complete disbelief at his words. “You didn’t mean to spend time with another woman? Didn’t mean to fall into bed with her? Didn’t mean to have a child with her? Didn’t mean to continue seeing her, even when the child wasn’t present. You lied to me! You lied and then played me into thinking everything was okay, we had another child!” You screamed, it was all beginning to boil over and push you to the edge. 

Multiple instances flashed through your mind; like Christmas, Chris had no work on the lead up to Christmas, but yet he couldn’t be in London until the twenty third of December. He claimed he had commitments to his family. He missed the birth of your child for a night out on his birthday, yet the only photo you’ve seen from the night is the previously posted photo with ‘Sarah’. He missed out on time with yourself, and your growing family, major events like the birth of his second, well technically third, child. You weren’t as big a priority as it was made out to be. 

A loud screaming cry came from your bedroom, your almost two-month-old child awakening due to the loud noises flowing through the apartment. 

“Get out.” You bit through gritted teeth, pushing yourself to your feet as you prioritised getting to your small baby girl crying out in need. You cradled her in your arms, cuddling her close as you tried to compose yourself, holding the little baby so tight as you rocked her back and forth but her crying wouldn’t stop. 

“Get away from me.” You almost growled at Chris as he approached you in the bedroom, your hold becoming more protective of your sweet innocent child. 

“Please, let me explain.” Chris tried to speak over the sound of the screaming baby which you continued to rock. 

“Explain what, Chris?!” You turned to look at him, tears streaming down your face which matched the face of the distraught newborn. “There is nothing to explain.” You were starting to get overwhelmed with the situation, the screaming of the baby, the cheating man stood in front of you trying to talk his way out of his sins. 

“Mummy?” A little voice spoke from the door. “Daddy?” The small child stood at the door, her fists rubbing at her tired eyes and chubby cheeks. “Is Penny okay? Mummy, are you okay?” she questioned, unsure what all the noise was about. Her tired eyes adjusted as she looked between you and her father, the upset visible on both your faces as well as her newborn sister. 

“Penny’s okay, princess.” Chris spoke up, turning to speak properly to his eldest daughter. He couldn’t comment on how you felt, and he didn’t want to lie to his daughter again. “Mummys got her. Let's get you back to bed.” He hummed, leading the little girl out of the room as he tried to compose himself. In that moment, you had to admit you was grateful for Chris stepping up for his eldest child. 

A few moments passed until you heard Olivia’s bedroom door closing, you’d managed to compose yourself to a certain extent but also calm Penelope down enough that she’d fallen back to sleep and was once again nestled in her basket. 

“I want you gone. You can collect your things during the week, my parents will be here to deal with it. You won’t see the girls. We’re not coming back to Boston.” You rambled out the words that you’d been planning in your head. 

“Babe, please!” He tried to beg, stepping closer to where you were perched on the edge of the bed and looking down at the newborn in her basket. 

“Don’t call me babe. You won’t see the girls until a plan has been made. You’ll leave tonight.” You sighed, defeated.

“My solicitor will be in contact to get the papers signed.”

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[soelstress]

First Words

Pairing: Steve Rogers x female!reader

Summary: Your baby boy surprises you.

Warnings: mild language (sorry Steve!)

Word count: 1.1k

A/N - Hello lovelies! I know I've not posted for a while. Sadly my plot bunnies are hibernating but I promise I've not forgotten the requests some of you have made. This is just a lil fluff piece based on similar real life events.

The divider is from the amazing @buck-star - Thank you Sydney! 🥰

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“Language!” 

When you heard your husband's voice from the adjoining room you figured he was on the phone or communicating via FRIDAY. When another shout sounded you grinned, thinking Tony or Nat were really teasing him today. But it wasn’t until Steve came through with a scowl that you paused in folding the laundry. “What’s wrong Steve?”

“I feel like I should be asking you that. Why are you cursing so much?”

Confusion swept through you followed by slight annoyance. “I’m not sure if your attitude or your hearing needs checking first, Captain.” Steve’s brow quickly melted when you called him by his title. “I’m not a child Steve. I can swear as much as I please. But I don’t for two reasons as you well know by now. And besides I’ve been in here humming ‘Baby Shark’ yet again. So whoever is offending your delicate ears, it’s not me.” You crossed your arms defiantly. 

Steve smiled contritely as he held up his hands in surrender. “I’m sorry honey. You’re right. You’re not a child, you are my wife and though I’m not a fan of cursing I shouldn’t have asked like that. It’s just-” His head suddenly tilted before he darted out of the room. 

Nonplussed you followed and saw him peering into your son's bedroom. Your 10 month old child was toddling around his playpen on chubby little legs before falling on his bum next to his blanket and teddy without a sound. He looked around with blue wide eyes then began tugging his blanket and frowned when it wouldn’t move. Before you could take a step to help him, his mouth opened and you expected to hear the soft babbles of annoyance.

“Fuck.”

Your stomach swooped. At a loss for words both you and Steve stared at each other before silently creeping into the room and watching as your son managed to lift his blanket before dropping it again. “Fuck!”

“His first word?” You choked out, unable to believe what had just happened. 

Upon hearing your voice your son smiled and raised his arms while babbling excitedly. Steve picked him up almost robotically, mind still stuck that his son’s first word was a curse word. When you first met you had sworn like a sailor but dialed it back due to Steve’s discomfort, even more so after giving birth. Of course both of you had teasingly wagered if the first word would be ‘Mama’ or ‘Dada’.

“Steve, I haven’t-”

Immediately Steve cupped your cheek with his free hand. “I know honey. You’ve not said that word since the day he was born.” Your gazes met as you both briefly before flicking back down to the child cooing away in his daddy’s hold. “So where did he-“ Your gazes met once more.

“STARK!” You stormed out of your shared quarters and down the hall to the living area where some of the Avengers were dotted about the room. Specifically the one whose armour would not protect him from your wrath.

Tony stood when he heard you shout, trademark smirk faltering when he saw you striding toward him with Steve hot on your heels as your son giggled at the fast pace. Steve carefully lowered the baby to the floor near the edge of the couch where Nat and Sam sat watching with wide grins. ”Woah Mama Bear, what’s going on?”

You poked Tony with every word. “What. Did. You. Do?” Steve stood close behind you, ready to step in though he too was beyond annoyed.  Although Tony himself was a father he was more likely to slip up with his colourful language than the rest of the team. 

Eyes wide, Tony shook his head. Usually he would snark and quip his way out of trouble but when he saw how angry you were, that Steve was making no attempt to stop you and that your child was close by instead of being kept away from the conflict meant this was serious. Tony opened his mouth to speak or more accurately plead for more details of what he had done. 

“Fuck?” 

All eyes darted to the miniature Steve Rogers who was looking under the sofa.

Natasha’s eyes darted between you and Tony and back to the eager scavenger near her feet. Sam looked stunned. “Was- did he-”

The colour drained from Tony’s face as he realised what had made you so angry. 

”Fuck!” Your son sat back on his bum, clutching something in his chubby little hand. 

It took you a moment to recognise the item and you frowned before exhaling heavily in relief. ”Oh thank goodness.”

Steve’s eyes, so wide and blue like his son’s, were dazed with confusion. “Honey?”

Smiling, you crouched to brush your hand through your child’s silky hair. “Truck. He was looking for his truck.” Sighs filled the air, soft chuckles turning into laughter.

“What’s going on?”

Steve glanced over to see his best friend standing at the edge of the room, totally bewildered at the scene before him with no apparent explanation. “Hey Buck.”

“Fuck!” Bucky crouched down to catch the little blur that rushed over to him. As Steve followed and started to explain to Bucky what had happened you glanced to where the abandoned truck sat on the floor to your son who currently sat in his godfather's arms and back again.

Your loud groan interrupted Steve’s story, his brows furrowing in concern. But your original suspect in all of this had also caught on to your realisation. “The kid was trying to say Terminator’s name!”

Bucky nodded but was slightly confused as to why everyone either looked amused or annoyed. “Yeah, I thought ‘Buck’ was easier than ‘Bucky’. For now anyway. He’s said it a few times already-“

”Woah hang on Buck. He’s spoken before now and you didn’t tell us?!” Steve’s face was a mixture of anger and disappointment. Not only was his son's first word his Godfather’s name but it wasn't even the first time and Bucky had said nothing.

“It was earlier this morning! I was gonna show you when I came back from my run!” Bucky pleaded, stepping back but giving big puppy eyes to Steve. 

Tony scoffed as colour finally returned to his previously pale face. “Barnes, you dipshit.”

“Sit!”

“STARK!!!”

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Scare Prank » Chris Evans

Week of October 13th-19th

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

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

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

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

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

Halloween divider made by @buckys-wintersoldier

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“BOO!” Chris shouts, scaring them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You playfully rolled your eyes and kissed him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Bucky’s Doll

[f10werfae]

A Daddy’s girl

pairing: Dad!Ari Levinson x Milf!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[sweetiebarnes]

Twisted Pairing: Step Dad!Lloyd Hansen x Step Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 600+

Warnings: stepcest, voyeurism, female masturbation, nudity, implied future anal, minor daddy kink, dubcon/noncon if you squint, reader is early twenties, age gap.

Request: Lloyd Hansen, Step Dad, “What’s the matter? You’re acting like you’ve never seen a naked man before.”, and anal. Requested by: anonymous

A/N: I'm sorry I've been so slow with writing these. January has proven to be much more difficult than I had anticipated. I promise the stories are coming, and I am looking forward to doing your requests. This isn't my best work, but I still had fun writing it. It has not been beta read, so any mistakes are my own. As always my work is intended for adult audiences so 18+ only! Minors DNI. Pay attention to all tags and warnings. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

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From the first time Lloyd saw you he knew he needed to have you. That’s the thing about Lloyd Hansen, he always gets what he wants. He’d only married your mother because of the connections she provided. With her he’d be able to spread his business out throughout the country. What he hadn’t expected was the delicious present she had been hiding. 

Tonight your mother was out with friends from college. Lloyd knew this was the perfect opportunity to get what he’d been craving. You. He could picture you up in your bedroom reading one of your countless books. It was cute how you always seemed to find ways to avoid him. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, he knew you felt something too. There was a magnetic pull between the two of you, and tonight would be the night he finally gets what he’s needed.

Lloyd makes his way up the stairs and stops outside your bedroom door. He’d expected to hear nothing, but instead he could hear what sounded like quiet whimpers. His eyes flutter shut as he leans in closer hoping to be able to hear you better. “Oh… Oh fuck, Lloyd.” There was no denying what he heard that time. You were in there touching what belonged to him. Without giving it a second thought, Lloyd quickly began to undress himself. This hadn’t been how he planned to do this, but when the opportunity presents itself how could he say no?

Once undressed, Lloyd opens your door. It takes you a moment to realize he’s standing there, and boy was he thankful for that. For that meant he was able to get a full spread eagle view of your soaked cunt. He watched as your finger meticulously rubbed your clit. The little moans that left your mouth were like music to his ears. It was when he let out a small grunt of approval that your eyes finally opened. 

The look of embarrassment washed over your face. But that look quickly turned into confusion and horror when you spotted that he was naked. Your eyes traveled down to his hard cock which was now between his large hand. Lloyd’s smirk grew when he saw that your eyes appeared to be glued on him. “What’s the matter? You’re acting like you’ve never seen a naked man before.” His eyes never once leave yours as he slowly strides across your bedroom. “Oh come on, sunshine. We both know what you were just doing — who you were thinking about. Come on, be a good girl, show me.” 

The more he talked, the more your body seemed to tremble from nerves. “I - I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lloyd.” He rolls his eyes at your attempt to play dumb. He wasn’t going to allow you to continue your charade of being so called innocent. “You really want to play that game? Fine, show me. Prove to me that you’re not soaked right now. Because you and I both know that your little pussy is dripping for me. Dripping for your step-daddy.” His words cause a small to leave your lips.

Maybe just this once you can give into your desires. Maybe just this once you can be bad. 

Lloyd could hear a semblance of a plea when he watched you lay back on your bed. Your legs spread wide, inviting him to come give you both what you need. But Lloyd lets out a small tut and shakes his head. “Sorry, sunshine. That pussy isn’t what I’m interested in right now. I’d rather fuck your untouched hole. Turn around now.”

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The drive back from Chris’s family cabin had always been a bit of a marathon, but this time, it felt like a full-blown Olympic event.

The car was finally quiet. Miraculously.

Our newborn Millie barely six weeks old was tucked away in the travel bassinet we’d wedged securely behind the passenger seat. She’d cried on and off for the better part of the day, mostly wanting to be held or rocked, and I’d sung every lullaby known to mankind, even resorting to a dramatic spoken-word version of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star at one point. Desperate times.

Our five-year-old, Maisie, was curled up in her car seat with her favourite blue blanket half-draped over her face, her little chest rising and falling in soft, steady breaths. She had one of those expressions that made it look like she was dreaming about unicorns or ice cream or maybe both.

And then the teenagers Ava and Jude were both slouched against their respective windows, headphones in, mouths slightly open in that deep, teenaged sleep that only hits after several hours of eye rolls, TikTok dances, and passive-aggressively debating which version of Taylor Swift was the best.

Chris kept one hand on the wheel and the other laced through mine, our fingers resting lightly on the centre console. The sun was starting to dip low in the sky, the kind of golden-hour light that made even the bug-splattered windscreen look cinematic. The gentle hum of the tyres against the road and a soft lo-fi playlist drifting from the speakers created this bubble of stillness I hadn’t felt in weeks.

I glanced over at him, catching that tired, content smile that I knew so well. His profile in that golden light, beard a bit scruffy, hair flattened from leaning back in the headrest he looked completely at peace.

“Still with me?” I asked softly, careful not to disturb the baby.

He nodded, eyes flicking from the road to me and back again. “Barely,” he said with a chuckle. “But yeah. This… this is nice.”

“Nice? Chris, there’s a crushed packet of raisins under my shoe, your hoodie’s got spit-up on the shoulder, and I think Jude left a half-eaten sandwich under the seat.”

He looked over at me again, grin widening. “And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

I leaned my head against his shoulder, nestling into the curve of his arm. His thumb traced slow, lazy circles against the back of my hand. We were both knackered absolutely running on fumes but somehow, in this quiet moment, I felt more alive than I had in days.

Because this was us. Our chaos. Our little travelling circus of love and mess and mismatched socks.

We'd been on the road for about four hours at that point, weaving our way through the Massachusetts countryside as the sky melted into deeper shades of lilac and rose. Chris had promised we'd stop somewhere for chips or drive-thru coffee, but that plan had quickly been abandoned once all four kids had finally mercifully fallen asleep.

“We should probably take a photo,” I murmured against his shoulder. “Capture this miracle. The car. Silent.”

Chris let out a quiet laugh, careful not to jostle the wheel. “They’ll wake up the second I hit a pothole.”

“Don’t you dare,” I whispered, though I was smiling too. “This might be the most peace we get until New Year’s.”

He squeezed my hand, eyes still on the road. “I know it’s chaos,” he said after a pause, his voice low, thoughtful. “The nappies, the school runs, the bloody forgotten PE kits, the teenage moods. But I love it. I love this life with you.”

My heart did that fluttery thing it always did when he said things like that without warning. No dramatic speeches, no flowery language just quiet, steady truth.

“I love it too,” I said softly. “Even when it’s mental. Even when I haven’t slept in two days and the baby won’t latch and Maisie’s trying to flush glitter down the toilet.”

“Especially then,” he added, turning slightly so I could see the glint in his eye. “That’s when you’re my hero.”

I smiled, warmth blooming in my chest as the car coasted down another sleepy stretch of highway. The baby stirred in her bassinet and let out a soft little sigh, but didn’t wake. Chris glanced in the rear-view mirror like he couldn’t help himself.

“She’s so tiny,” he murmured.

“You said that about Maisie when she was born.”

“Yeah, but this one... she’s like... impossibly tiny. Like she’s made of fairy dust.”

I laughed quietly. “You’re such a softie.”

“Only for my girls.”

I leaned up to kiss his cheek and lingered there for a second, breathing him in that mix of fabric softener, coffee, and the warm, inexplicable smell that was just him. It was in these in-between moments, the little pauses in the madness, that I remembered why I’d fallen in love with him in the first place.

Because Chris Evans wasn’t just the man people saw on magazine covers or film posters. He was the man who changed nappies at 3am without complaint. The man who held my hand through a thirty-two-hour labour and cried harder than I did when we met our daughter. The man who made up ridiculous songs about brushing teeth just to get Maisie to giggle. Who sat through endless school assemblies and parent meetings with the same focus he once gave red carpets.

He was mine. All of him. And I was his.

“Babe?” he asked after a while.

“Hmm?”

“When we get home, let’s not unpack anything.”

I blinked. “What?”

“Let’s just order takeaway and collapse on the sofa with all of them in a heap. Like, actually rest. I’ll even let you pick the movie.”

I gave him a look. “Even?”

He grinned. “Fine. I’ll beg you to pick the movie.”

“Now we’re talking.”

He reached for the volume dial and turned it up just a touch. Soft piano chords drifted through the car, wrapping around us like a warm blanket. Outside, the last light of day faded behind silhouettes of trees, and our tyres hummed a steady lullaby on the tarmac.

I rested my head back on his shoulder, closed my eyes for a moment, and smiled.

Tired. Happy. Completely in love.

[xcaptain-winterx]

Mission Diaper

dad!Lloyd Hansen x sunshine

summary: Lloyd Hansens ick

warnings: poop, puke, Lloyd, baby

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.. I know I haven’t posted something in a while, but I thought that because my birthday was yesterday I could give you something small. Hope you enjoy it.

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“LJ, stop that” Lloyd says, trying to stop LJs kicking legs, “we don’t kick Daddy”. Lloyd gently holds them down, but LJ doesn’t stop. It’s one of those days where Lloyd wishes you would be home and take care of diaper change, though, there isn’t a second he didn’t wish you were with him. Lloyd gets snapped out of his thoughts when LJ starts to whine.

“Come on, that’s not fair. I know you like Mama more, but I’m a good parent too” he says, having to suppress his disgust as he finally manages to open LJs diaper. This isn’t the first time that he changed LJs diaper, but seeing an extrem full diaper is still something he doesn’t get used to.

Lloyd may be a hitman and boss of his own ‘company’, having seen hundreds of dead people and much more gruesome stuff, but there isn’t one thing more scary for him than getting close to shit. Especially if it’s the poop of his own son when he ate a lot.

“Ma” LJ whines.

Lloyd sighs “believe me I wish she would be here too because I don’t like this here”. He still isn’t over the fact that LJ hasn’t said ‘dada’ or ‘papa’ so far. “God, why does your tummy have to punish me like this” he says.

Sometimes Lloyd seems to forget that his son has his genes because the next thing he knows is that LJ kicks his hand as he pulls the dirty diaper away.

“SHIT SHIT SHIT!” Lloyd screams, looking down at the brown stuff on his wrist and hand. He can feel puke coming up his throat, so he rushes to the bathroom just in time as everything comes up.

Lloyd sits there defeated, trying his best not to show his frustration as he makes out the sound of LJs laughter. He flushes the toilet before washing his hands, using almost the entire soap, while still keeping an eye on LJ to make sure he doesn’t fall off his changing table.

“I hate diaper changes”

[purfectstormzz]

I just read your Sebastian Stan (social media au) and I absolutely love it.

So I wonder if you could write another social media au with Sebastian, would be wonderful. It's up to you but maybe they have a kid or going to marry?

Thank you in advance.🩵🩵

My Love Mine All Mine | Sebastian Stan x reader (social media au)

Summary: in which Sebastian shows of his little family.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x fem!reader

A/n: This is based upon this request😊 I hope everyone likes it. For this fic I decided to just use Sebastian’s Instagram :). I also chose baby names but if you don’t like them you can always imagine a different name😊

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2011

SebastianStan

Liked by Y/nStan, ChaseCrawford and 657000 others

SebastianStan: Mr and Mrs Stan💍.

Comments:

Y/nStan: To many more years with you Mr Stan. Xx

ChaseCrawford: Congrats Mr and Mrs Stan :)

ChrisEvans: Congrats both of you!

2013

SebastianStan

Liked by ChrisEvans, Y/nStan and 675000 others

SebastianStan: Baby Stan coming February 2014!

Comments:

Y/nStan: Can’t wait to meet our little one.

ChrisEvans: Congrats once again. Uncle Chris is ready whenever you guys need a babysitter.

> username2: Uncle Chris🥹

Username65: Bucky Barnes is going to be a dad!!!!

2014

SebastianStan

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SebastianStan: 10 little fingers and 10 little toes. Our little one is here. Oliver Alexander Stan born on 23 February 2014. Mom and baby are both doing extremely good.

- Sebastian and Y/n

Comments:

Username23: Literally the cutest thing ever!!

ChrisEvans: Welcome little Oliver🙂

ChaseCrawford: Congratulations and welcome little one.☺️

Username164: Congratulations both of you.

2016

SebastianStan

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SebastianStan: Baby Stan #2 coming August 2016.

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ChrisEvans: Oliver is going to be the best big brother ever. Congratulations!

Y/nStan: So excited to meet our little baby girl!

Username65: Omg! Cutest family ever!!!

Username872: They are literally the cutest couple ever I’m so excited for them!!!

SebastianStan

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SebastianStan: Our little girl is here. Olivia Rose Stan born on 12 August 2016.

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Y/nStan: Our little girl is the cutest🥹

Username23: Oliver and Olivia🥹🥹

ChrisEvans: The cutest family! congratulations once again☺️

ChaseCrawford: Congrats both of you!

2018

SebastianStan

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SebastianStan: Mom, dad and the kids went on a little trip😊

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Y/nStan: They grew up way too fast🥹

Username23: Cutest family ever!!!

Username465: If this isn’t me and my family later, I don’t want it!

ChrisEvans: Enjoy the little vacation😊

2020

SebastianStan

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SebastianStan: Baby Stan #3 coming October 2020.

Comments:

Y/nStan: We’re so stopping after this one😚

ChrisEvans: Congrats once again😅

Username65: Mom and dad🫶🏼

Username64: I love them so much!!!!

RobertDowneyJr: Congrats Sebastian and y/n😊

SebastianStan

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SebastianStan: Oscar Nathaniel Stan born on 18 October 2020. Our little family keeps on growing. We’re so excited to make a lot of memories with our kids. We will be taking a break from social media for a bit to focus on our kids.

- Sebastian and Y/n

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ChrisEvans: Take as much time as you guys need for the kids. Congratulations!

Y/nStan: Our little family🫶🏼

Username67: I want what they have🥹

AnthonyMackie: I’m always here if you guys need a babysitter by the way☺️

2023

SebastianStan

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SebastianStan: My love mine all mine🫶🏼

Comments:

Y/nStan: I love you and our little family so much❤️🫶🏼

Username23: I want them to adopt me🥹

Username54: My parents fr🫶🏼

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I'm formally requesting a drabble of Sam and Bucky (and maybe all the other avengers) fighting over the spot as favorite uncle or aunt as soon as sunflower pops the baby out. While they fight/ argue Steve and Sunflower just sit in bed and are in awe of their little cinnamon roll 😂🥰

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Steve was unsure if the level of happiness bouncing off every surface of his brain was even possible for a human being to experience.

He thought that he had lived a life in which he experienced more than the average person ever would. Explored countries far and wide, met people of this earth and foreign universes alike, traveled through space and time, having taken lives and now creating one.

But right here, in the labor and delivery unit in the middle of Greenwood medical with his sweet Sunflower fast asleep and using his shoulder as a pillow, his leg falling off the side of the small hospital bed you insisted he snuggle you on, and his precious newborn in his arms, he new life couldn't get much better than this.

He would take spit up stained shirts, a numb leg, and his peaceful ladies using him as a sleeping apparatus any day of the week over international travel and superhero ass kicking.

He couldn't recall a time in his life where he had ever been more in love. With you, your mind, your body, heart and soul. Every time he even began to try to comprehend the level of adoration he had for you in this moment, he just started weeping.

The tears of love weren't exclusive to just you anymore, because somehow, even after two whole days of being earth-side, his cheeks still never seemed to dry when he looked down at his perfect little daughter.

Ten fingers, ten toes, and genetically half super, she was already a force to be reckoned with. After almost 36 hours of labor, Sunflower naturally birthed a 9 pound baby girl. The second she was born, cleaned up and swaddled, she was placed right into Steve's arms. Her big blue eyes were wandering around the room, and that's the moment he knew she was gonna be trouble.

The level mischief Steve could already detect in his daughter, he knew she inherited that from him. But other than the color of her eyes and the shape of her lips, she looked just like you, which meant she was absolutely perfect to him.

Though he would do anything for his daughter, he would do anything and more for you. There wasn't quite enough adequate words in the English dictionary to describe his gratitude for you. For 9 whole months you sacrificed your body for the future that you and Steve had always dreamed of, the put yourself through antagonizing pain just to give birth.

So yeah, Steve would take the sleepless nights and poopy diapers just to make sure you were getting the rest you needed and deserved to recover.

You didn't quite anticipate the vulnerability it took to go through the process of labor, birth and recovery. The amount of people that would touch your body, needing help for simple things like going to the bathroom, how weak your body would feel shortly after how powerful you'd felt during birth.

But Steve was a heaven sent Angel. Never leaving your side, he made sure you were taken care of. Constant reminders of how powerful and beautiful you were, and how much he loved you. He would pull your hair back into buns for you when you wanted it out of your face, only to take it down five minutes later when you felt like it was bothering you, just to do it all over again. He guided you through breathing exercises and mind work to manage your pain levels, some he learned from the birthing classes he attended with you, and others were techniques he personally used on battlefields. He'd squeeze your swaying hips to alleviate pain, wipe sweat off your forehead, keep your water bottle cold and filled, and completely ignored all of the very natural processes you felt embarrassed by.

Much like he had never been more in love with you, you had never been more in love with him. Especially as he got you snuggled up and cozy in bed with more than enough reassurance that the baby would be completely fine so you could snuggle up to your warm cuddly husband and get a good Power Nap in.

The first time you watched his fear of his own strength dissipate, the new born's hand wrapped around his fingers and quiet tears fell down his cheeks, or when he did skin to skin with her and she was so teeny tiny on his big and broad chest, you would've let him get you pregnant all over again. He was the gentlest giant, a paradox of fear for many but nothing but gentle love for you.

As you slept, your breathing was even and calm, you snuggled his left arm like it was a teddy bear. His right arm was occupied by the little baby, gentle snores worked past her nose as a nice reminder that she was out cold.

All was calm and peaceful until Steve could hear the competing and fast footsteps of his dumb idiot friends racing down the hallway. The closer they got, the more he cringed internally knowing that both his girls were about to be woken up by the sound of their banter.

"Stop! We agreed on this! I get to go first!"

"No, me first. I'm going to be her favorite uncle."

"Not if I beat you to it"

"As if you stand a chance."

There was rustling, shoving sounds, and what sounded like a body getting punched before it all stopped and there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in!" Steve called out as softly as he could, but unfortunately you had stirred awake already. "Quietly, the girls are sleep-"

"Uncle Bucky is here!" Bucky announced, his voice bouncing off the hospital walls.

"Uncle Sam is here too, but he brought presents for his niece!" He glared at Bucky.

"Uncle Bucky brought flowers for Mama, because obviously we wouldn't even be uncles had it not been for the lovely Sugar Cookie" Bucky glared back.

Steve shook his head with a smile, and your sleepy giggles sounded from right below his ear.

"Bucky, Cap, I'm happy you guys are here!" You let go of Steve's arms and opened them to greet the boys.

They both walked over and gave you some good hugs before doing the same to Steve, congratulating you both and asking how you were doing before their eyes locked on the baby.

They didn't even have to ask for Steve to know what was about to happen.

"Buck, have you ever held a baby before?" Steve questioned, getting up off the bed to hand her off to one of the boys.

He shook his head nervously, before Sam cut in. "Don't worry Steve, seasoned professional here" Sam said, stretching his arms.

"He might be a professional, but I've been saving my first time my entire life just to have the very first baby I held be yours, Pal." Bucky sassed back.

With narrowed eyes, Sam walked over to the sink and started washing his hands. "Well my hands are cleaner, which is safer for Cinnamon Roll."

"I've known Steve longer." Bucky glared. "I can wash my hands too."

"I'm Captain America."

"That's funny, I don't see you featured anywhere in the Smithsonian museum exhibit about Captain America"

"I've known sugar cookie longer." Sam used Bucky's argument.

"I've spent more time with her."

Steve looked over at you, wide eyed unable to choose who held her first. You laughed and shrugged your shoulders.

"Boys" you cut in, both of their heads snapped to look at you.

"You look beautiful, are you sure you had a baby two days ago?" Bucky complemented, playing up the charm.

"Steven Rogers you better watch out because this hot mama is gonna be attracting all the boys."

You looked at Steve's face which was now half smiling but also mixed with a raised eyebrow and a lot of confusion.

"I don't think I've had enough sleep to put up with this." Steve commented.

"Thank you, but what I was trying to tell you is that she loves you both equally, and you'll both have the rest of your lives to spoil her, okay? This isn't a competition." You explained. "Steve and I both love you, cinnamon roll loves you, which is why we're going to settle this with a game of rock paper scissors."

The boys glared at each other, then wordlessly played the game.

Rock, paper, scissors, shoot...

Sam had rock, Bucky had paper.

"Alright Bucky, wash your hands and have a seat and I'll show you ho-" Steve started.

"Best two out of three" Sam argued.

"That was fair and square." You denied with a giggle. "But I love the enthusiasm"

"Damn it!" Sam plopped down on a chair in defeat.

Following instructions, Steve perfectly placed the baby into Bucky's arms. He was a little tense at first, but then relaxed as he felt the soothing effects of a little baby bundle in his arms.

It only lasted for about 15 minutes before she woke up and started crying, you and Steve both responded to the sound as if you were on autopilot.

Sam stood up and cracked his knuckles, stretched out his neck, and held a hand out to halt the new parents. "Seasoned professional, remember?"

Steve still continued his advances towards his daughter to appease her tears, but Sam effortlessly scooped her out of Bucky's arms and started bouncing and rocking her like he had done it a billion times before.

Her sad little cries persisted causing anxiety to rise in Steve's chest.

"She might be hungry" he noted, trying to get Sam to hand her over.

"She's not hungry." Sam denied, placing her on his shoulder, bouncing on the balls of his feet and patting her back.

"Okay then she needs to be changed." Steve argued.

"Nope" Sam denied once more, continuing to pat her back. "I know this cry like the back of my hand, she just needs to bu-"

Then, the loudest burp Steve had ever heard sounded from his tiny daughter like it was nobody's business.

"And there it is" Sam smiled as her cries stopped and her head tucked into his neck with a tiny satisfied smile. "See? Seasoned professional."

Steve deflated and sat next to you on the bed with sunken shoulders.

You sat up and leaned over to squeeze his shoulders and kiss his cheek. It was obvious that he felt defeated by not knowing exactly what she needed at the moment, but he was only two days in. You'd both get it down eventually. "You're a great Dad, honey."

"That was the biggest burp I've ever heard." He noted, melting into your touch. "I've never been more proud."

"She takes after you, Steve" Bucky laughed. "But she definitely only cried because she didn't want to burp on me, obviously because she loves me more and I'm the favorite uncle."

"No, she cried because she knew Uncle Sam would take care of her. She wanted me!" Sam argued.

Then, she burped again. Only this time it was accompanied by lots of throw up all the way down Sam's back.

"Steve. Come get your daughter." Sam deadpanned.

Laughter filled the room as Bucky got up and stole her back from Sam.

"Yep, I'm definitely the favorite." Bucky stated proudly as Steve followed him to wipe her mouth with a cloth.

"She really does take after you, Steve" Sam agreed with Bucky. "But all her good looks are definitely from sugar cookie."

"Once again, I've never been more proud!" Steve smiled down at his little Cinnamon Roll, patting her round little belly with pride.

[positivelyholland]

Hey sunshine, it’s meeeeee!

So could you write something with Chris x daughter reader when she’s not having the best past couple of weeks because her brain just won’t let her communicate what she wants to (her brain just isn’t braining) and chris knows when she gets like this her anxiety is though the roof because she can’t explain anything it’s almost like her mind is just detached from herself it makes her panic badly. So it’s a lot of comfort, bluey and communication strategies because he knows it’s hard for her, so he gets scott to take her out because she’s hasn’t been out the house in a hot minute just to get her some fresh air and some of her comfort foods like apple sauce because it slaps. They just have a fun and slow couple of days until her brain finally decides it wants brain again, even if it’s as slow and spending a day in chris’ bed with bluey or going on a walk with Scott and dodger. Just comfort and to be able to slow down that’s all she needed

pairing: chris evans x daughter!reader

genre: comfort & fluff

summary: when school gets to be too much, you're dad comes and saves the day

warnings: being overwhelmed

A/N: im so sorry that it took me long to respond to this, my dear! hopefully the wait was worth it and this can be all that you wanted it to be

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You sit at your desk, surrounded by what felt like a mountain of books, papers, assignments, and so on. School has become extra overwhelming lately, and you're struggling to keep up.

You had been working on your homework for hours at this point, and you were just about to reach your tipping point.

That tipping point came sooner than you thought as you finished what you assumed to be your millionth essay of the day, just to realize that you didn't save your progress.

That's when the tears started falling.

Just before you about ruined your art homework by crying, you head a gentle knock on your bedroom door. You sniffle, hastily wiping away your tears, and call out, "Come in."

The door creaks open, and you see your dad, standing there with a sympathetic smile. His presence alone is enough to provide some solace. You've always admired him—his kindness, his strength, and his unwavering support.

"Hey, kiddo," Chris says, stepping into the room. "I noticed you've been pretty stressed lately... and now you're crying so I'm a little concerned, mind if I come in and talk?"

You shake your head, and he walks over to your desk, taking a seat beside you. His comforting presence feels like a warm shield against the stress that surrounds you.

"What's been going on, y/n?" Chris asks, concern evident in his voice.

You take a deep breath and pour your heart out, sharing your struggles, fears, and frustrations. You talk about the constant pressure to excel, the feeling of never being good enough, and the anxiety that has been building up within you.

Chris listens intently, his eyes filled with empathy. When you finish, he places a hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"You know, you're doing a really good job, but i understand that it can be hard to do a good job sometimes" he says, his voice soothing. "But it's important to remember that you're not alone in this. We'll find a way to make it through together."

A glimmer of hope flickers in your eyes as you absorb his words. Your dad, understands your struggles and is determined to help you overcome them. Inspired by his unwavering support, you wipe away the remaining tears and give him a small nod.

"Alright, then," Chris says with a mischievous smile. "Enough of the studying for today. It's time for a break."

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by his sudden shift in tone. "What do you have in mind?"

He stands up and extends a hand toward you. "How about we go on an adventure? We'll leave the books behind for a while and focus on having fun."

You hesitate for a moment, but the idea of spending time with your dad, escaping the suffocating stress, is too tempting to resist. And besides, you don't get chances to spend an entire day having fun with your dad instead of doing homework.

You reach out, your hand slipping into his, and he pulls you to your feet.

Chris leads you downstairs, and soon, the two of you are stepping out into the sunshine, Dodger's leash in hand. As the three of you walk together, he fills the air with his infectious laughter, making your worries melt away.

First, he takes you to a local park. You swing on the swings, feeling weightless as the wind rushes through your hair. He pushes you higher and higher, shouting encouragement and laughing alongside you.

Doing all this just like you did when you were a little girl. You finished at the park with a game of fetch with Dodger.

Next, you head to the arcade, where Chris challenges you to a series of friendly competitions. You cheer each other on, while both of you still want to be the winner.

As the two of you celebrate victories and laugh off defeats, all the stress and worry seem like distant memories.

When you're both worn out from games, Chris suggests grabbing ice cream. You eagerly agree, savoring each spoonful as you stroll through the city streets, talking about anything and everything. Chris listens intently, offering advice and sharing stories of his own struggles.

"Remember, kiddo," Chris whispers, his voice soft and comforting. "Life can get tough, but it's the moments like these that make it all worthwhile. You're strong, resilient, and capable of great things. Don't let the challenges define you."

His words resonate deep within your heart, filling you with newfound determination. With Chris by your side, you realize that you can face anything that comes your way.

After a good nights sleep, the next morning you settle back at your desk, ready to tackle your mountain fo work with a renewed sense of purpose. Armed with the love and support of your dad, you know you can do anything.

[enchantedsoulofmine]

Those eyes…

Chris Evans x Fem! Reader

Summary : You just love those eyes…

Warning : Nah

Note : English is not my first language

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

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

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

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

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

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

You just kept looking at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘I love you so much more’ Chris remarked.

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

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

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

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

I just can’t get over Dad!Steve or Dad!Bucky!

Can I please request a Dad!Steve Rogers x adopted daughter!reader where he finds her all alone after the snap, she’s only 10 years old and all alone because her parents a part “disappeared “ list. He ends up adopting her and raising her as his own. Fast forward 5 years, when The Avengers get back together to try to use time travel to bring everyone back, the first time they tried to reverse the snap, it’s actually successful, so they don’t have the big battle at the end (so Tony doesn’t die!! Also Nat doesn’t die either because I just don’t accept that, and Steve doesn’t go back in time). Anyways, once all of the disappeared people return, Y/n’s parents return as well, and want their daughter back… BUT! Her parents aren’t good parents, and they weren’t good parents before the snap either, and to Y/n, Steve is her Dad and she wants to stay with him (Steve is SUCH a good Dad to her and he is so proud at how much of a good kid she is). She’d probably start crying and beg Steve not to make her go back to her birth parents and that she wants to stay with him, he’d promise her she isn’t going anywhere because she is his daughter forever and always!! Also now that all of the Avengers are back, Steve finally gets to introduce his daughter to them (and she totally fan girls a bit because they’re superheroes and she grew up watching them on the news saving people), and she’s so excited to meet Bucky and Sam because they’re her Dad’s best friends. She’s just a sweet kid and her Dad loves her a lot💜💜

Stay With You » Steve Rogers/Captain America

Pairings: Dad!Steve Rogers x Adopted Daughter!Reader with the Avengers, Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier, and Sam Wilson/Falcon

Summary: Steve adopts you and raises you like his own child when your parents dust away in the snap. When everyone comes back 5 years later, your parents try to get you back, but you want to stay with Steve.

Warnings: Fluff, little bit of Angst (not you and Steve), language, crying, nicknames

Ages of reader: 10 years old, 15 years old

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIFS ARE NOT MINE! Gif credits go to the creators.

Half of everyone around you turned to dust. It was freaking you out and confusing you. You looked down to make sure you weren’t dusting away. You felt relieved to know you’re not. You looked to the right of you to see if your mom was there… she wasn’t. You looked to the left of you to if your dad was there… he wasn’t there either. You looked down to see their dust particles on the sidewalk.

“N-No.” You say to yourself, touching the parts of the sidewalk where your parents were standing just a moment ago.

You sat down on the concrete and started crying. Even though, your parents weren’t exactly good parents, you were scared of being alone. No one around you checked to see if you were ok or not. They were too confused about what just happened and walked past you.

You weren’t sure how long you were crying. A shadow casted over you. You sniffled and looked up to see Captain America. Steve crouched down to your level.

“Are you hurt, kiddo?” Steve asks softly.

“No.” You answered.

“How old are you?” He asks.

“10.” You tell him.

“My name is Steve. What’s your name?” He asks.

“Y/N.” You tell him.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. Do you know where your parents are?” He asks.

Your bottom lip quivered and pointed at the two dust spots on the sidewalk next to you. Steve looked at the two spots and then looked at you again.

“I’m scared. I don’t want to be alone.” You cried.

Hearing you say that broke Steve’s heart. He knew he had to take matters into his own hands.

“You’re not going to be alone, sweetheart. You can come with me if you want.” He says softly.

“Really?” You asked and sniffled.

Steve nods and smiles. He held his hand out to you and helped you get up from the ground.

“Do you know where your house is so you can get some clothes?” Steve asks.

You nodded your head yes. Steve held your hand as you guys went to your house. When you guys got to your house, you found the spare key your parents hid under the welcome mat and unlocked the door. He helped you pack some of your clothes. You also grabbed your favorite stuffed dog. Then Steve took you to the compound.

“I get to live here?” You asked as you guys walked inside of the compound.

“Yes.” Steve says.

Steve took you to one of the spare bedrooms, which was right next to his bedroom.

“I’ll let you get settled in. Let me know if you need anything, ok.” Steve says.

You nodded.

“Steve?” You say.

“Yes, kiddo?” Steve asks, stopping in the doorway of your room.

“Did anyone you know turn to dust?” You asked.

The image of Bucky calling out to Steve before he dusted away plays on repeat in his head.

“My best friend.” He tells you.

You walked over to him and hugged him. Steve smiles and hugs you back.

“I’m sorry about your best friend.” You say.

“I’m sorry about your parents.” He says.

“They weren’t very nice people.” You say.

Steve frowns and looks down at you. He crouches down to your height.

“What do you mean they weren’t very nice people?” Steve asks.

“They didn’t told me they didn’t want kids.” You tell him.

“Oh, sweetie…” He whispers, hugging you.

Steve got to thinking. He wants you to have at least one parent who loves and cares for you. That person is going to be him. That’s what he did later that same week. He got the adoption papers to become your dad. It’s the best decision he’s made in years.

“Are you sure this is what you want to do, Steve?” Natasha asks.

“I’m more than sure, Nat. Y/N needs a parent in her life and I want to become her dad.” Steve says.

“What are you going to do if or when everyone comes back from the blip and her parents want her back?” Rhodey asks.

“We’ll cross that bridge when that happens.” Steve says.

Steve left the conference room shortly after that conversation to find you. You were watching cartoons in the lounge room.

“Hey, kiddo. You got a second?” Steve asks.

“Yes.” You shut the TV off. “What’s up?” You asked.

“I want to ask you something important.” He sat down next to you. “How would you feel if I adopted you?” He asks.

“I would love that!” You smile widely.

“Good, because I have something for you.” He says.

Steve handed you the adoption papers. You read them carefully, your eyes widening when you seen the word “adoption”.

“All we have to do is sign it and you’ll be my daughter.” He says.

You squealed happily and threw yourself in his arms to hug him. Steve smiles and hugs you back. You couldn’t help but get a little emotional.

“I finally have a parent who loves me!” You say, tears of happiness rolling down your cheeks.

“Aww, sweetheart…” He almost whispers.

You guys pulled away from the hug and signed the papers.

“Can I have your last name?” You asked curiously.

“Of course you can! That’s next on the list.” He smiles.

———

“Dad!” You shouted through the compound.

“In here!” Steve shouts back.

You walked to what looks like a a big garage to you. Your dad was in there was Natasha, Bruce, and Scott. You seen a bunch of equipment and Scott’s van.

“What are you guys doing?” You asked, looking at the equipment and the van.

“We’re going to try to get everyone who disappeared back.” Scott tells you.

You hummed in interest, curious to know if it’s actually going to work.

“Do you need something, sweetheart?” Steve asks.

“I was bored and I was wondering what you guys were up to.” You say.

You stared at the equipment once more before grinning.

“No.” Steve says.

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask!” You playfully whined.

“Whatever it is, no.” He says again.

You pouted and gave him puppy dog eyes. Steve hates how affective that face is, but he’ll admit that it’s cute.

“Ask what you’re going to ask.” He says.

“Can I help?” You asked. “I’m good with numbers.” You say.

“No. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He says.

“Can I at least watch?” You asked.

Steve thought about it for a moment.

“Did you do your homework?” Steve asks.

“Yes.” You answered honestly.

“Ok. You can watch, but you stay by me, understand?” He says.

“Yes, Captain Dad!” You playfully saluted him.

Steve chuckles before ruffling your hair. Like you promised your dad, you stayed next to him the whole time. While you were watching to see if bringing everyone back would work, your nerves settled in. You realized that your parents are part of the snap. You ran back inside the compound, leaving your dad, Natasha, Scott, and Bruce in a state of confusion.

“Is Y/N ok?” Natasha asks Steve.

“I don’t know. I’ll be right back.” Steve says.

Steve went inside and looked for you everywhere in the compound. He found you crying in your bedroom and holding your favorite stuffed puppy. He sat down on your bed next to you.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” Steve asks softly with concern in his voice.

You sniffled and sat up, holding your stuffed puppy on your lap.

“Uncle Scott said that you guys are trying to get everyone who disappeared back.” You say.

“Yes.” He replies.

“My parents are two of those people who disappeared.” You begin. “What if they try to take me away from you?” You say.

“Princess, that’s not going to happen. I’ll make sure of it.” He says softly.

Steve wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly.

“Look on the bright side, you’ll get to meet uncle Bucky and uncle Sam soon.” He says.

You realized he’s right. You can’t wait to meet them soon.

———

“Why can’t I stay home from school to see if everyone comes back?” You asked your dad for what it seems like the hundredth time.

“You, little missy, need to go to school.” Steve says.

“Please.” You begged, clasping your hands together and giving him puppy dog eyes.

It took everything in Steve to not fall for the puppy dog eyes yet again.

“Nice try, kiddo. You’re going to school.” He says.

You whined loudly.

“Get your backpack before you’re late for school.” He says.

You went to your bedroom to get your backpack and met your dad in the car. Steve takes you to school like he always does.

“Have a good day, sweetheart. I love you.” Steve says as you get out of the car.

“I love you too, dad. Good luck.” You say as you shut the car door.

When Steve got to the compound, him and the Avengers made everything was set up and ready to try to bring everyone back who was in the snap. Everyone is hoping that it works on the first try and no battle breaks out again.

“Here goes nothing.” Bruce says.

Bruce pressed a button and that’s when everything went into motion. Surprisingly, it went perfectly. Everyone who was in the snap came back on the first try. Everyone felt relieved that it worked. Steve smiles and walks over to his best friend, giving him a big hug. He then gave Sam a hug.

“What did we miss?” Sam asks.

“A lot. I have a daughter now.” Steve happily tells Bucky and Sam.

Bucky’s and Sam’s eyes widened in surprise.

“What’s are name and how old is she?” Bucky asks curiously.

“Her name is Y/N and she’s 15. I adopted her.” Steve tells them. “Speaking of her, I need to pick her up from school.” He says.

Bucky and Sam were surprised that Steve is a dad now, which they love for him.

“A lot has changed in 5 years.” Sam says.

“I know right.” Bucky says.

While you were waiting for your dad to pick you up from school, a couple walked up to you while you were scrolling through your phone.

“Y/N?” You heard a familiar voice.

You froze when you heard the voice. It sounded like your mom’s voice. You haven’t heard from her or seen her since you were 10. It can’t be… did it work? Did everyone who was part of the snap come back? Apparently, it did work. You looked up from your phone to see your biological parents standing in front of you. Your eyes went wide.

“Miss us?” Your biological dad asks.

You stayed quiet, scared to say anything.

“You know it’s rude to not respond to someone when they’re talking to you, especially if those people are your parents.” Your mom says.

You still didn’t say anything.

“Let’s go home.” She says.

“No.” You finally speak up.

“What?” She asks.

“I said no.” You repeated.

“You don’t have a choice.” Your biological dad says.

He grabs your arm with a tight grip, making you whimper in pain. Lucky for you, Steve pulled up to the school in time. He got out of the car and walked over to you.

“I’d appreciate it if you took your hands off my daughter.” Steve says.

“Your daughter?” Your biological dad scoffs.

“Are you saying that you adopted a kid who has parents?” Your mom says.

“Parents don’t tell their kids that they don’t want them to their faces.” Steve says, recalling your words from 5 years ago.

Your biological parents laughed when Steve said that. Your biological dad let go of your arm. Steve gently pushed you behind him, shielding you from them.

“Whatever. Keep her. We don’t care.” Your biological dad says.

“Just know, she’s not the little angel you think she is.” Your mom says.

Your biological parents walked away. Steve heard sniffles and soft sobs from behind him. He turned around to see you crying. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him.

“Please- Please don’t let them take me away from you. I-I don’t want to go with them. I want to stay with you.” You cried.

“No one is taking you away from me and you’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.” Steve says softly.

Your crying stops after a couple minutes.

“Are you ok?” He asks softly.

“I am now.” You say and sniffled.

“Let’s go to the compound. There’s people there who I want you to meet.” He says happily.

“So it worked?” You asked.

“Yes.” He answers with a smile.

You wiped your tears away with the sleeves of your sweatshirt. You and Steve got in the car and went to the compound. You seen people who you’ve never met, but you’ve seen pictures of when you walked in the lounge room with Steve. You put your backpack on the floor against the couch.

“This is Y/N.” Steve tells Bucky and Sam. “Y/N, this is Bucky and Sam. They’re your uncles.” He tells you.

“Hi!” You smiled and waved at them.

“Hi!” They smile back.

“You guys are so cool!” You exclaimed excitedly.

“Cool than me? Your dad?” Steve jokes, pretending to be jealous.

You playfully waved him off, making him laugh lightly and continued to ramble about how cool superheroes are, especially them and the Avengers. Steve smiles as you interacted with Bucky and Sam.

“Can you tell me stories from the 1940s?” You asked Bucky.

“Sweetheart, I told you stories from the 1940s.” Steve says.

“I know. I want to hear uncle Bucky’s stories.” You say.

“What do you want to hear first, doll?” Bucky asks.

“All of it.” You answered.

“How about I start with the time your dad and I went to Coney Island?” Bucky says.

“Oh god.” Steve groans, remembering that day perfectly.

“Yes please!” You say exactly.

You spent the whole day getting to know Bucky and Sam and hearing Bucky’s stories from the 1940s.

“Did you have fun today?” Steve asks.

“Yes!” You replied happily. “Except for- you know…” You say, referring to the little interaction with your biological parents.

“You don’t need to worry about them anymore, princess. I know you’re not my biological daughter, but you’ll always be my daughter.” He says softly.

You smiled and hugged him.

“I love you, dad.” You say.

“I love you too, sweetie.” Steve says, kissing the top of your head.

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

-Bucky’s Doll

[megalony]

Soft Spot- Part 2

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

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

Enjoy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Great. That was just what she needed today.

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

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

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

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

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

"Shit!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What the fuck happened to her?"

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

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

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

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

"No one's hurt you, then?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm okay-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What about fluids?"

"Water won't even stay down,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Twins.

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

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

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

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

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

Two more babies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you,"

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

"Baby, are you alright?"

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

Everything started to spin.

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

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

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

"Lay her back on the bed,"

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

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

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

[sevasey51]

I would love prompts

“have you been crying?” “no.” “please don’t lie to me, i care about you.”

and

“i feel so stupid.” “don’t ever feel stupid for having a normal reaction to a situation that you couldn’t control.”

with Chris and Luna! Would be amazing thanks love 🤍

It’s him and his girl against the world.

Your favourite dynamic duo is back, I hope you guys enjoy 🫶🏻

Warnings: just Luna being sad anxious, and overthinking her exam results and softy! Dad Chris is back 🥹 we love him, semi destructive behaviour *just an outburst that Chris has to deep pressure hug Luna to help her calm*

It doesn't take him too long to figure out what's wrong with Luna, even if she's shut herself down.

He comes up to her door, listening for any signs of crying or distress, "Luns, Bubba can I come in" he asks as he knocks on the door.

"Mhmhm sure Dad let me just put this away" her voice cracked as she tried not to give away anything to her dad because he didn't need to know.

Little did she know he hurt that little crack loud and clear, it hurt him that she was hurting, he opened the door it creaked as it opened bringing more of Luna's room into view, he made a mental note to oil the hinges later. "Hey love.. he asked inquisitively pausing when he saw her puffy red face "Have you been crying?" He asked.

"No!" she snaps out of frustration not releasing what she did until she snapped at him

Chris was taken aback by the way she reacted but he knew it wasn't on purpose. He padded over to her bed, her face covered in blankets. Hugging her lightly, taking a deep breath, taking a moment to calm down he looked at Luna with all the love in his and said "Don't lie to me, I care about you".

That just breaks the floodgates down, tears running rapidly down her face clouding her vision, the outline of her dad, and the blurry outline of a certain ginger and white patchy dog. She feels stupid, so stupid it's not even a reason to be this worked up over it, it's just classic Luna.

It was just a simple exam, just a simple f**king exam and she couldn't even wait for the result.

Turns out when she thought the next thing, she was thinking out loud, *I feel so stupid." She stuttered at the end, and then she thought *Nope I didn't just say that out loud stupid*. Her heart sank at the look on her dad's face. Here comes the spiel of boosting her confidence, it always works though.

"Luna, why would you say that, hmm?" He looked at her in disbelief.

It was getting destructive she was eating herself from the inside out with the thought she needed, out of her head.

"Because I am stupid! It's a stupid test result and I can't seem to not just do it normally, I have to pull a

'Classic Luna' she says mockingly, and overthink everything single. The thing I do!" She shouts, at what or who she didn't know.

He grabs her gently as she has her outburst into the general world, once again the gates break and the tears stream rapidly again.

"Shhh, hey hey... It's okay. It's okay sunshine. He whispers into her ear trying not to move her from where she's nestled in his neck. "It's okay, Luna you should never feel stupid for a situation that is out of your control, love you regardless of the result Bubba. Regardless of anything you are still my best girl, you are the best daughter. The smartest and most confident person in the world, and I know Scott would say you the best goddam niece ever too." He laughed as he tickled her lightly to get a smile out of her.

All in all, she's the smartest and sweetest girl he'll ever have the privilege of being a parent to, and that's all that matters to him.

It’s him and his girl against the world.

Hey there loves, I’m glad to be back posting proper content again kinda, i just wanted to say a massive thank you to you all for all of the support and love as always, I hope you enjoy 💕

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