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requested by anon | somnophilia + stepdad andy? congrats on your milestone!

warnings | smut!!. stepcest (soft!dark!stepdad!andy ? reader is asleep so probably.) somnophilia. daddy kink. light fingering.

word count | 388

he’s always the last to go to bed. you’re fast asleep in your room down the hall from the master, which he shares with your mom, who’s also been asleep for about an hour. he “checks in on you” before heading to bed, and finds you laying in just your panties and a tank top, the covers thrown off to the side in your sleep.

he can’t help but stare. he checks his door down the hall, knowing your mother can pretty much sleep through anything. he slips into your room and closes the door behind him.

sitting himself down carefully on the mattress beside you. you’re in a deep sleep, laying on your side with one leg bent up cutely. “my pretty girl,” he murmurs. he reaches out and rubs your knee gently, trying to see if you’ll wake. he knows you’re a heavy sleeper, just like your mom 😈

he gets a little closer, leaning down as he helps ease you onto your back. his big hand running up and down your thigh, inching closer and closer to the lace hem of your panties. the sight of you so innocent and helpless as you sleep has him rock hard and nearly sweating. “it’s okay, princess. daddy’s here, daddy’s gonna take such good care of you.”

he parts your legs, working at a slow pace to avoid waking you. rubs his hand up against your clothed pussy, smiling a bit as you hum softly in your sleep. “my naughty girl,” he whispers, leaning down and kissing your head. “so fucking needy, even in your sleep.” he’s amazed to see you responding so much to him, a wet patch forming beneath his gentle strokes.

he slides your panties to the side, having to hold back a groan as he takes in your perfect petals, just barely visible in the moonlight. “oh honey,” he’s cooing so sympathetically, “look at how wet you are for me. don’t worry. daddy will help you. there,” his finger begins swirling your clit as you whimper and hum so sweetly through your slumber. “such a pretty baby. bet i can get you to cum just like this, huh? you gonna do that for me, sweetheart? gonna cum for daddy in your sleep?”

oh boy 😔👍 this version of stepdad!andy surely does things to me

[toastedkiwi]

Chris finding out his fiancé’s kid has a TikTok and has been making logs of shit he’s done. He’s referred to as “the man who fucks my mom” or the more pg version: “the man who shares a bed with my mother.” It’s mostly to make fun of him without mom knowing or getting upset. Chris doesn’t mind as they’ve got a playful butting heads relationship.

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Masterlist #2 Updated 06/09/2023

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Chris Evans Masterlist 2

Welcome to my new Chris Evans masterlist! This is masterlist #2 for Chris with new writing as of 2022.  Old Chris stories can be found on my original Chris masterlist here and has stories written between 2013 and 2020 before i took a break from writing him.

All stories below the cut and will be updated as and when new stories are posted. All will be smut unless otherwise stated.

My Henry Cavill masterlist can be found here.

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Path to Heaven - Vegas Mobster Chris x Female Reader

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Brat - Professor Stepdad Steve Rogers x College Senior Stepdaughter Female Reader

Threesome - Chris Evans x Female Reader x Henry Cavill

Thighs - Chris Evans x Female Reader

Blanket - Chris Evans x Female Reader

Relax - Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Share - Chris Evans x Female Reader x Henry Cavill

[falcqns]

Could you make a fluff to angst fic where the reader is Chris evans step daughter and she has a half sister thats close in age and was born on her birthday her sister is favorited and blames her for things she didn’t do like bringing people over,bullying etc....

(if your uncomfy with writing this I apologize feel free to ignore)

𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

☼ 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Chris Evans x stepdaughter!Reader

☼ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔤𝔰: mentions of learning disabilities, mentions of absent fathers, mentions of death, mentions of cancer, running away, divorce, adoption, angst, fluff.

☼ 𝔞/𝔫: okay i think i'm interpreting this correctly; sometimes my brain jumbles things up!! but, i hope you enjoy!!

you stormed into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. you flopped on your bed, allowing your pillowcase to soak up all your tears.

15 years of this shit. 15 years of being blamed, being yelled at, being labeled the 'problem child'. 15 years of your sister. you were 16. you turned 16 a week ago, the same day your younger sister turned 15. you expected your sweet 16 to be a joyous day, but it just so happened to be the day that final marks for the school year were released, and of course, your younger sisters marks were much higher than yours, and you got yelled at, while she got praised.

it wasn't that you didn't do your work, it was that you didn't understand the material, no matter how hard you tried. the words seemed to jumble on the page, and no matter how hard you tried, the material would not remain in your brain.

but, that never seemed to matter to your mother. all she cared about were the grades. no matter how many times you insisted that you must have some sort of learning disability, that you needed to be tested, that you would even pay for the diagnosis, you were dismissed, and labeled as lazy. you were compared to your sister, and encouraged to be more like her.

you thought things would change when your stepdad moved in. that he would see how you were struggling, and that you needed help. that he'd see how your mother didn't care. but he didn't. he always took your mothers side, insisting if you just tried harder, you could do it. he was nicer about it at least. he was more encouraging, much more soft spoken, but that didn't change how you felt.

until tonight.

you screamed into the pillow, hoping that that would release your frustrations, but it didn't. you heard your mom stomping up the stairs that were just outside your bedroom, and down the hallway to her shared bedroom with Chris. your sisters footsteps followed, and entered the room next to yours.

you were done. completely, and utterly done. all you wanted was a family that loved and appreciated you, but you couldn't even have that because your mom had to go and get pregnant barely 4 months after you were born, and have your sister with your first stepdad, who didn't stick around, unlike your father, who was forced out of your life by your mother, only to die from cancer when you were three.

you simply couldn't take it anymore. you wiped your remaining tears away. you stood from the bed, and walked over to the closet, and pulled out your adidas duffel bag. you grabbed your favourite clothing items from your closet, and rolled them up as small as you could. you put them in the duffel, followed by some undergarments, and after a quick dash to the bathroom across the hall that you shared with your mom and Chris, you added your toiletries as well. you grabbed your backpack from the desk chair, and stuffed it full of your electronics. you grabbed the chargers, and stuffed them in as well.

you emptied the contents of your purse into the remaining space of your backpack, hoping that the large purse would be big enough for some water bottles and other assorted food. you made sure you had your wallet, and with a last look around your bedroom, you were headed out.

you headed down the stairs slowly, glad that Chris took Dodger with him to set, you knew you wouldn't be able to leave if you had to face the dog. you placed your bags down on the couch, and took your purse into the kitchen. you put 4 water bottles in your purse, as well as some non perishables such as pop tarts, bread, the jar of peanut butter, and 3 soup cans. it wouldn't last too long, but it should sustain you enough to find a cheap restaurant or store, where ever you ended up going.

you walked back into the living room and picked up your things, before heading towards the door. you slipped on your shoes, and grabbed your car keys off of the hook, and headed out to your car. you threw your bags in the back, and hopped in the front seat.

as you pulled out of the driveway, you took a deep breath, knowing that this could very well be the last time that you set foot in that house.

you drove for hours. you crossed state lines, and ended up in new york. you checked into the first hotel you saw, in Albany.

you double and triple checked that you parked your car, before you lugged your bags up to your room. you took a deep breath, knowing you were finally free.

you dropped your bags next to the bed, and flopped down on top of it. you passed out before you even hit the pillow.

you woke up the next morning, and after a nice hotel breakfast, you headed out to the nearest grocery store, before you were heading back to the hotel with some groceries, and plans to look for somewhere to stay. thank god for your fake I.D..

but, those plans were crushed, when you walked in the hotel lobby, and saw Chris standing at the front desk, begging with the concierge to tell him what room you were staying in.

"please, i'm her step father. she ran away last night, and-"

"i am sorry sir, but i cannot give away confidential guest information."

you sighed, and walked up to him. "what are you doing here?" you asked, and he flipped around.

"oh my god, y/n. thank god." he said, pulling you into his arms, and taking shaky breaths. "thank god you're safe."

you pulled away and looked him in the eyes. "how did you find me?"

Chris chuckled. "next time you want to run away, don't use the debit card on the account that your mother has access to." he said, and you mentally slapped yourself.

"please," you said, practically begging. "don't make me go back there."

Chris shook his head, and looked around the lobby. "can we talk in your room?" he asked and you nodded, leading him out of the lobby.

once the door shut behind you, you dropped your bags and looked at him.

"i don't want to go back." you said confidently, and Chris nodded, sitting on your bed.

"you have to. but, your mother won't be there." he said, and you furrowed your brows.

"what?"

Chris looked up at you, a sorrowful look across his features. "i checked the cameras last night, just before the plane landed. and my heart fucking broke, y/n. i saw your mother and sister screaming at you, over something that wasn't even your fault. you didn't break that plate did you?" he asked, and you shook your head. "y/s/n broke it and blamed it on you, didn't she?" you nodded, tears welling up in your eyes.

"then, once i landed, i saw you taking your bags to your car, and leaving. you want to know what i found out yesterday morning from your teachers?" you nodded, sniffling.

"i called your teachers to try and find you some help because your mother refused to, and they could only say good things about you. about how hard working you are. how quiet you are during lessons, but still answering questions. how you ask for help, and have even arranged for help after school. then, i asked about y/s/n. turns out, she's not the angel your mom thinks she is. she's been paying for another kid to do her homework and tests for her, and that's why she's been getting such good grades. your mom has a meeting next week, and she thinks its about y/s/n getting an award, but its really about what she's been doing." you gulped, shocked.

you pinched your brow. "w-what do you mean my mom won't be there?" Chris shook his head, and sniffled.

"i kicked her out. and y/s/n. we're getting a divorce-" he started to explain, and you shook your head, tears spilling down your cheeks. knowing that Chris saw that you weren't lazy, that you weren't a problem child changed your entire view of him. you knew he was going to be the only protection from your mother and sister.

"no. no, no, no, no-" you said, shaking your head. "you can't do that, i need at least one person who's on my side in this family please don't do this." you begged, and Chris reached out for you.

"no, no, no, y/n. you didn't let me finish." he said, and you calmed enough to look him in the eye. "i kicked your mother and y/s/n out, but not you. you're staying."

"w-what?"

Chris nodded, watching as realization spread across your face. "you're staying with me. your mother already agreed to it, and is letting me adopt you. they're leaving, but you're staying."

you took in a shuddering breath, and smiled, before wrapping your arms around him as he continued. "i called your doctor today, and you have an assessment with him to find out about your learning disabilities next Monday. i'm going to get you help, and i promise that you will never feel what you felt with them ever again." he whispered, and he held you in his arms as you cried, rubbing his hands up and down your back.

you sniffled, and snuggled closer, happy that finally, someone understands you.

[worksby-d]

So protective stepdad!Chris has been living rent free in my head all day. I had an idea for it I wanted to toss your way. If you don't like it or aren't inspired, that is TOTALLY fine, but what if Chris is having a day where he's super stressed and his anxiety is getting to him and Ripley is the one that notices him acting different and makes him feel better? You've done so many great examples of him taking care of her and I feel like it could be super cute to see that dynamic flip.

this is such a good idea, thank you for sharing 🥺❤️

pairing: chris evans x reader, chris evans x stepdaughter

summary: your daughter notices chris is feeling down, so she tries her best to cheer him up, the only way a 6-year-old knows how.

word count: ~1000

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“Hey kiddo,” he says, looking up from his laptop. He's sitting at the table when Ripley walks in the room to get a snack. “What are you up to?”

“I don't know,” she shrugs. “I’m hungry.”

“Need help finding something?”

“Mmm,” she hums looking through the cabinet. “No,” she shakes her head, finally grabbing some fruit snacks. Walking over to the table to see what he’s doing, she notices him yawning and rubbing his forehead. “Are you tired?”

“Yeah, you could say that,” he chuckles at her concern, amused at the fact she can tell something’s wrong. “I’m okay though, just working.”

She finishes her fruit snacks and leaves him be, setting out to find you.

“Mom,” she calls, peeking her head in your room where you’re working on folding and putting laundry away.

“Hey sweetie,” your face lights up seeing her. “Come in here,” you wave at her to sit on the bed with you. “What have you been up to?”

“Nothing,” she answers, pausing before going on. “Why is Chris sad?”

Furrowing your brow at her question, you look down at her sitting next to you. “How do you know he’s sad?”

She just shrugs, mumbling a little. “He's yawning, and he's not smiling.”

You know work’s been getting to him more than usual lately, and you feel bad, but hearing your daughter say she can tell, you're proud of her for noticing and being concerned.

“Well, why don't you try cheering him up?” you suggest.

“How?”

“Remember how I always cheer you up?”

“Yeah,” she giggles, and you can practically see the gears turning in her head.

“Then go,” you encourage her, playfully shooing her off the bed.

Chris is in the same spot when she enters the kitchen again a while later. So engrossed in whatever he’s doing, he doesn't notice Ripley standing beside him until she pokes his bicep to get his attention.

Not even giving him a chance to ask what she's up to now, she grabs his hand. “Come with me. I have a surprise.”

Hanging his head, he lets out a short laugh. “Okay,” he looks at her again. “I suppose a surprise is a good reason to take a break."

She leads him to the living room, advising him to sit on the floor where she has pillows and blankets laid out, along with her caboodles she keeps hair accessories in and your makeup bag.

As he sits down, he disguises his laugh as a cough, completely amused at what she's set up. “What is all this for?”

“I’m giving you a beauty day,” she explains as if he should know already. “Mom does this for me when I’m sad.” It clicks for him then, realizing she caught onto his stress, but at her age she’s registering it as sadness. “I’m gonna do your hair and your makeup.”

“Oh, I see,” he nods. “I should have known. Silly me,” he shakes his head. “So what do we do first on a beauty day?”

Instead of answering him she says, “Alexa, play Taylor Swift.” A proud smile grows on her face as “Shake it Off” starts playing. “We listen to music. You can sing along if you like, but you don't have to.”

“Oh good, I’m a little shy,” he whispers, causing her to giggle.

“Then you put this on,” she says, handing him a pink headband. “It helps me not get makeup on your hair.”

He chuckles, but doesn't question her, happily putting the headband on. He has a hard time keeping a straight face as she's instructing him to keep his eyes closed so she can do eyeshadow. “Keep them closed, I don't want to poke you!”

He asks what she's looking for as she's shuffling through the contents of the bag. “Lipstick,” she answers. “Mom has different colors, I want you to pick. Oh, got it,” she exclaims, moving to sit on his legs again. “Do you want red, purple, or pink?”

“Purple?” He’s genuinely thrown off. “Why does your mom have purple lipstick?” Ripley just shrugs, waiting for him to choose. “I want pink,” he finally decides.

“Okay, go like this,” she instructs, sticking her lips out in a kissy-face so he can copy her. “Good job,” she smiles when he does it.

Moving onto his hair, she sits on the couch behind him with all her stuff beside her. She takes the pink headband off so she can comb through his hair. “Do you want pigtails or pretty clips?”

“Hmm,” he pretends to ponder. “That's a hard choice. What do you think will look better?”

“Clips so we can do different colors.”

“That's what I was thinking,” he agrees.

While she's placing her colored butterfly clips throughout his hair, you walk into the room and can't help the laugh you let out. You make your way around the couch, getting a good look at Chris’ makeup and hair.

“You're making him look so pretty, baby,” you giggle. “Can I join?”

“It’s Chris’ beauty day so you have to ask him,” she tells you.

“I guess you can join my beauty day,” he sighs dramatically, patting the space on the floor next to himself.

“Hi,” you smile at him once you're sat down.

“Hi,” he smiles back.

“You doing okay?”

“Yeah,” he carefully nods so as not to move too much. “I am now.”

You lean over to give him a quick kiss, but he must turn his head too far because Ripley scolds him to stop moving.

“Yeah, stop moving,” you play along, hitting his leg, and he rolls his eyes.

“Done,” she announces a few moments later, climbing off the couch to give him a handheld mirror so he can see the makeup and hair.

“Wow,” he muses, taking in the blue and purple eyeshadow look paired with the pink lipstick. “You did so good,” he commends her, tipping his head forward to get a good look at all the clips in his hair. “I’m pretty like you and your mom now.”

“Do you feel better?” she asks, taking the mirror back to put it away.

“Come here,” he holds out his arm so he can pull her in for a hug. “I feel so much better. Thank you.”

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[toastedkiwi]

Does step daughter not like Chris?

She does like him. She just likes to give him shit and give him a hard time. He also will annoy the shit out of her back.

[toastedkiwi]

Dad

Summary: it’s Chris’s birthday and you got him something very special.

Pairing: Stepdad!Chris Evans x Stepdaughter!Reader

“Hey, I thought I said no presents,” Chris said as you come out to the patio with your mom behind you and a nicely wrapped box in hand.

“Who the fuck said it was for you?” You sassed.

You get smacked upside the head and receive a chorus of “language.” Chris laughs at you of course.

“Fine, be that way. I’ll just take my present back, Dad,” you said looking at Chris.

“No! Gimme! Gimme!” he said making grabby hands at you.

He gets smacked upside the head and his mother asked, “where’s your manners?”

You laughed at his expense along with many others that have gathered for Chris’s birthday. It’s just his side of the family.

“Please?!” Chris said as you come up to him.

You hand him his present and he smiles.

“Thank you, bubs,” he said.

“You’re welcome,” you said still standing next to him.

“Why are you filming, Scott?” Chris asked.

“Just shut your face and open your present,” Scott said.

“Ya know, it’s my birthday,” Chris said.

“Yes, I fuckin’ do. Just open it!” Scott said.

“Asshole— wait, is it a fuckin’ snake again, Y/n?!” Chris asked looking at you.

“You’ll just have to open it and find out,” you said with a mischievous smirk.

Chris grabs your wrist and pulls you into his lap. There’s more laughter from everyone. You just look at your mother who’s shaking her head.

“Are you seriously using your wife’s kid as a shield?” Shanna asked.

“Yes,” Chris smiles.

“Asshole,” you muttered.

“Love you too,” he whispered softly and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

Chris finally starts pulling off the wrapping.

“Oooooo, new shoes?” Chris said seeing the shoe box.

“I want some new shoes!” Ryan, your four year old half-brother, said running out into the background.

“We bought you some last week, Ry,” Chris said as your mom puts Ryan into her lap.

“Oh, I remember now!” Ryan exclaimed.

Chris chuckles and opens the shoe box up to find pink tissue paper. He pulls out the tissue paper to find some papers with typed words on them. He pulls them out and starts reading.

“What does it say?” Scott asked.

“It says to “shut the fuck up and let me read”,” Chris said as Ryan gasped at his dad’s words

“Yeah, let the old fart read, Uncle Scottie,” you sassed.

Chris is quick to put a hand over your mouth and keep his eyes to the pieces of paper. His eyes start to water and he bites his bottom lip.

“Oh my god,” Chris said.

He pulls your legs over his and wraps his arms around you tightly. You hug him back.

“You really want me to be your dad?” He asked you quietly.

“You already are my dad. This just makes it legal,” you said teary eyed.

“Bubba,” he whispered.

“We also changed my last name to Evans,” you said.

“Really?” He asked.

You nod your head. It obviously had to happen. Chris has always been there since you were six years old. Your dad left when you were just two. He wanted nothing to do with you or your mom anymore. But then Chris came along and you had a dad. Soon they got married and had your little brother who’s a little weasel. And Chris has done any and everything to make sure that you’re included and his kid even though you aren’t biologically his. You couldn’t have asked for a better dad.

“Fucking shit, you’re making me cry, Munchkin,” Chris said wiping away his tears.

“Language!” Ryan yelled.

“I’m sorry, Ryan,” Chris said still holding you tightly.

“You should be,” the four year old sassed.

Chris just smiles knowing he’s the major contributor to all the sass both his kids have. You’re Evans after all.

[toastedkiwi]

Forgotten

Summary: you’re left at school while your mom and stepdad have left for a weekend getaway.

Pairing: Stepdad!Chris Evans x Stepdaughter!Reader

It’s been a bad day. It’s raining hard as you stand outside. You don’t know anyone at this new school. You’re already the target of some bullying from the popular girls at the school which of course happened today. You missed your bus due to not knowing which one you’re supposed to get on. You did send your mom a text but you don’t know if she got it because your phone died. It’s a bad day.

You give up after two hours of waiting outside the school for her. You sort of know where Chris lives. You just don’t think it’s gonna be a safe trek. You hope to god you don’t end up dead in a ditch somewhere. You hope pedophiles and serial killers are put off by the bad weather today.

You get lost a couple times which has made you start full on crying. And thankfully Dodger’s in the window letting you made it to Chris’s place but sadly, the door is locked and nobody thought to give you the key. And it seems like it’s just Dodger home.

“It’s o-okay, Dodge, I’m gonna try the garage,” you sniffled putting a shaky hand on the window where his paw is.

You move away and head to the garage. You try opening the door but it won’t budge. You kick it out of anger and go to the side door. Its locked.

“Fuck,” you said.

You go to the fence gate. You have to scale it since it just won’t budge out. You fall onto your hands/elbows and along with your knees onto the hard ground. You pull yourself up to find that a mud pile has blocked the gate because Dodger loves to dig holes and he dug one off the side. It just seems like the world is truly against you.

“Hey, buddy,” you whimpered greeting the pooch who stands at the glass door.

You try it. It’s locked. You just break down on the deck as the rain keeps pouring down.

“She hasn’t texted me yet,” your mother said worrying.

“She’s probably fine, Amy,” Chris said.

She straddles his hips and said, “when I was a teenager, I threw parties, Chris. And she’s home alone. She’s just like me. I don’t want her to be getting knocked up by some boy like I did when I was her age.”

“I’ll call Scott to check on her and Dodger and the house,” Chris said.

When Scott gets to the house, you’re sitting on the porch right by the window where Dodger barks at his presence. You look miserable. Your cheeks are tear stained. You’re shaking like twig in the wind. Your shoes are muddy along with the sleeves. You’re still soaked. Scott’s heart just breaks. He’s talked with you a few times if he’s ever over. He can get more out of you than Chris can. But it’s still very clear that you have some huge walls up.

“W-Where’s my mom?” You asked.

“Chris and her are on weekend getaway— wait, did they not tell you?” Scott asked.

You shake your head no and said, “I- I didn’t know.”

That doesn’t sit well with Scott at all. He helps you up onto your feet.

“I- I tried all the doors but- but they’re locked,” you cried. “I don’t have a key- a-and my phone died. I- I- I waited at the school.”

Scott unlocks the door and pulls you inside as you tell him what happened. He feels just awful about what happened and you managed to slip out that you don’t have any friends at school and that other kids are just cruel in your need to make that you don’t get blamed or yelled at by Chris. It’s clear you feel like he doesn’t like you at all.

“Hey, know what? Go take a shower. Get some clean clothes on. I’ll handle Dodger. I’ll order us some pizza and I’ll let Chris and your mom know what happened,” Scott said.

You nod as tears streamed down your cheeks and your lips tremble. He gives you a brief hug before letting you up the stairs. You trip up the stairs and just keep going and disappear from his view.

“C’mon, bubs, lets get you fed,” Scott said heading off to the kitchen.

He feeds Dodger and lets the pooch out. He orders a large pepperoni pizza knowing you both share the same tastes. He makes sure to hear the shower running before he gives a snarky report to the couple who clearly forgot about you but then again, you just didn’t have the right cards playing in your favor and it was a last minute trip planned by Chris. Your mom had been stressed out about everything and especially with work. She needed to get away. It’s completely understandable. But you probably do too.

“Is there a party at my house?” Chris immediately asked.

“No, you ass hat. I get to your stupid ass place to find the poor girl soaked and crying on the porch because she can’t get into the house ‘cause everything was locked up,” Scott said and he’s very livid.

“She has a key, Scott,” Chris said.

Scott scoffed and said, “then she would’ve been in the house, Chris! I’d be dealing with a pissed off teenager who wasn’t invited to go to the beach with you two. She also didn’t know you two were going off to the beach house.”

Chris looked at Amy and said, “I thought you told her.”

“I told you to tell her,” Amy said.

“I don’t care who told who to tell Y/n! You both fucked up. She waited two hours at the school to be picked up in the rain because she doesn’t know what bus she’s supposed to be on,” Scott said. “But nobody would get her because you two assumed that she knew. I get that you two have been stressed out and shit but my niece is having a rough time too.”

He lets them know what else has been happening and how it’s quite clear that you believe that Chris doesn’t like you at all. It’s far from the truth.

Soon enough, you come back down the stairs in a hoodie and sweatpants. The phone call is over and the pizza just arrived. You both eat on the couch with Deadpool playing on the TV. Scott also makes sure that you’re wrapped up in a blanket. You seem to be cheering up a bit —well, as much as you can after a hellish day.

~~~

It’s a little after 11pm when they come home. Dodger doesn’t greet them. He’s in your room with you and Scott. The couple head up the stairs. Your mom opens the door to see that you’re curled up to Scott asleep. Dodger is laying on the foot of the bed.

“Chris!” Scott whispered.

“What?” Chris said.

Scott motions him to come closer. Chris comes closer. Scott has Chris switch places with him. It involves them arguing in hushed whispers. Your mom gets after them. You wake up to your head on Chris’ bicep and he’s partially on your bed.

“Get out,” you said trying to push the giant log of a human being.

“Nice going, Chris. You woke her up,” Scott sassed.

Chris rolls to his side. You push against his chest but he doesn’t budge.

“Chris, just get out of her bed,” Amy said.

“No.”

He pulls you against his chest. He tucks your head right under his chin. You try kicking him but it does nothing except get Dodger off the bed. You’re getting frustrated. Scott sneaks away knowing that he should let his brother and your mom handle this on their own. They don’t need his input.

“I’m sorry about what happened today,” Chris said.

“Yeah, honey. It wasn���t supposed to be like this,” your mom said getting into your view.

“Oh so you two were supposed to be fucking on the beach and drinking margaritas while I’m stuck with his dog?!” You hissed with tears burning your eyes.

“Hey! Dodger is a great dog,” Chris said.

“He’s not my dog!” You yelled looking at him. “He’s not my responsibility!”

“You’re right,” Chris said wiping away some of your tears. “I didn’t want you being all by yourself in my house. We should’ve brought you with us. Blame it on me. I didn’t think you’d want to come with us. I thought that you might enjoy having time to yourself without me around, Y/n.”

“No! Y-You don’t want to spend time with me,” you insisted crying. “That’s why.”

“That’s not true at all, honey,” your mom said as Chris holds you tightly.

“I do want to spend time with you, Y/n. Know what? You and me will go out tomorrow. Just the two of us,” Chris promised as you cried. “We’ll do whatever you want.”

He pulls your blanket more to make sure you’re covered and he rubs your back. You bury your face into Chris’ chest. Chris looks at your mom and she looks very worried and tired.

“I got her, babe. Get some sleep,” Chris said.

Amy sighs and leans over her man. She presses a kiss to your head and she kisses Chris. She leaves the room closing the door. Chris starts talking quietly about whatever he can think of. You fall asleep.

“Don’t you worry, kid. We’re gonna have fun tomorrow,” he whispered.

[toastedkiwi]

Do you have any stepchild! Reader fics?

Just one with Chris Evans called Dad.