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Sexiest Man Alive
Word Count: 1.3k
Category: Pure fluff
Warning: Nothing
Summary: In which Chris is 2022's Sexiest Man Alive, he can't stop talking about his actress!wife and son, and actress!reader already knows.
a/n: MY GOODNESS the amount of asks i received about chris’ new title, i had to come out of my shell and give you something about it! i received a lot of “how does pe!reader feel” and here you go, my lovies!
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Globally, people knew that you and Chris were the hottest couple alive. They had pictures, videos, and social media posts to prove it, and it helped that your high status was one that supported the fact as well.
“Can you hear me?” Megan, Chris’ publicist excitedly asked from his laptop screen, “Is Y/N here?”
“Right here,” you called, carrying your 2-month-old baby boy, River, as you stood behind the couch and right behind your husband.
“What’s up?” Chris asked her.
“Chris has just got a new title!” She exclaimed with a beaming face.
“Come on, Meg, spill!” You laughed.
She laughed, “Well, say hello to 2022’s Sexiest Man Alive,” she pointed through the screen.
Chris’ eyes widened and as did yours, your jaw dropping, “No way! No way! Are you kidding?” You exclaimed excitedly, “Finally! Finally, finally, finally!” You laughed in glee.
“Oh man,” Chris laughed, blushing face looking from Megan to turning his head to peek up at you, “How can I ever compete with Paul Rudd?”
You laughed, carefully leaning down to peck his lips, “No competition needed,” you said before looking at your baby, “You hear that. Rivvy? Daddy’s the sexiest man alive,” you giggled.
It wasn’t even three days later when People magazine reached out to plan a photoshoot with Chris, your husband deciding to have it on your farmhouse where the both of you were staying for the year instead of having to travel anywhere and leave you alone.
It was no surprise that everyone from the crew was almost shaking at your presence, having already been nervous as was about being Chris but being around the one and only Y/N Y/L/N did a number on everyone, and it didn’t help that you looked like you were glowing despite having a simple outfit that everyone knew that only you could elevate. It felt like everyone was feeling lucky to witness you after your birth, especially since you had been on a hiatus ever since River was born and the world hadn’t seen you since.
“Sorry, can you wait just a second, please?” You held a finger up to the photographer, Michael Swchwartz, smiling when he nodded and gave you an “of course” before you hurried towards Chris, pushing back a piece of hair, “Know you’d hate it if you saw that little stinker,” you muttered.
Chris smiled, hand moving to your waist, “I love you.”
You smiled, moving your hand to his cheek briefly, being quick and swift as you pecked his lips, “Lucky me,” you said.
Chris laughed, giving your hip a squeeze before you walked back to stand by the side, watching your husband pose for a few minutes before you went back inside to check on River.
It was an hour and a half later when Chris was changed from the outfits that he wore in the pictures, to a cozy sweater, sitting for the interview that everyone at their homes watched.
“What went through my mind?” He repeated the question he was asked, “My wife will be so happy,” he chuckled, “She’s proud of everything I do, but this is something that she’ll really brag about, although she’ll tease me a bit about it but-but she gets it, she gets it. She’s the most beautiful woman in the world anyway. Scientists proved it,” he smiled with a small shrug.
“Ha!” He laughed, “What would my middle school self think about this?” He repeated, looking down in thought, “Um, he’d probably be pumped because this probably would be the road to the cool table,” he nodded slightly, looking at the camera, “But to be honest, he’s been pumped for a while now,” he joked, raising an eyebrow with a soft smirk on his lips.
“First crush?” Chris repeated in the video, “Was probably-maybe, like, Winnie Cooper,” he answered, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry but I can tell you my last crush in a heartbeat only because I like to brag about the fact that I married my crush,” he teased, a small smirk on his face.
“My closest friends are my wife and friends that I’ve grown up with–kids that I’ve known since I was, eight, nine years old. That’s-That’s the beauty of my youth, that a lot of kids that I grew up with kind of stayed around Massachussets and all are still incredibly tight. We’re all married and have kids, or,” he pointed at himself, “Kid in my case. My-just my little buddy, River.”
About 4 minutes into the interview, and as Chris was talking about getting to play and enjoy Captain America, a loud baby cooing sound was heard, interrupting Chris before he laughed, “Riv has a lot to say about Captain America,” he said, looking away from the camera and towards you and his son who was in your arms, a smile on his face as he stared at Chris, “Hey, buddy, hey, hey,” Chris cooed, seeming to try to stop himself from standing up and walking towards his family.
5 minutes into the interview, Chris was excited as he replied to the interviewer’s question.
“Bobby, I love woodworking,” he answered, “I made River’s baby cot,” he said, “And I’m working on making a rocking chair for my wife and I. It’s-It’s actually coming along nicely. It’s starting to look great.”
“The amount of ones I post are dwarfed by the amount of ones I have on my phone,” Chris said as he talked about pictures he had of Dodger, 7 minutes into the video, “It’s been especially more and more after we had River because Dodger is like-he’s like a big brother now. He’s protective of River, he’s always sitting by his cot, or by Y/N and I when we’re with him. He’s always alerting us when River wakes up because-I know we're lucky but River hardly cries when he wakes up. Ever since he started getting more vocal, he’s been babbling and sort of-sort of singing, that’s what I say,” he pointed at himself with a smile, “So Dodger is always alerting us when that happens, like hey, baby is awake. Get him now!”
“Yeah, our cat, Pam has been very gentle with River,” Chris said, answering a question that viewers didn’t hear, “I think I say this all the time but she actually hates me so–my wife is rolling her eyes right now,” he laughed, “It’s true! It’s true! But I’m just glad that hatred wasn’t extended to our son.”
It was almost 8 minutes into the video when Chris got sentimental.
“My wife, my son,” he began, “Seeing them happy, making them proud, that’s absolutely something I want. I think-I think, you know, I hit the lottery with my family,” he smiled to himself, putting both hands together as he sat comfortably, “You know, the love I found, the love we share, it’s something that’s also through my experience of long fourty-one years has also rang true that those things are the most important, so yeah. I-I love the idea of tradition, of ceremony, and I had the best one I can ever dream of with my wife. So, yeah, I’m-I’m really lucky I get to share my life with someone so incredible and now that we have River, the idea of recreating that is just-I love that.”
By the end of the 10-minute interview, Chris smiled, “I feel a deep sense of contentment with my life and my career, and as a result I think that takes a lot of the weird pressure off and now that my family and I are spending this time away from everything, I’m really excited for my life as a dad. It’s a new journey, I have an incredible partner who’s walking through it with me,” he pointed slightly to the side towards where you were sitting beside the videographer and away from the camera with a proud smile on your face that only the people in the room could see, “An adorable son, my new buddy,” Chris smiled, “I’ve settled into a nicer phase where I’m just happy being at home.”
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Coffee and Bagel.
Word Count: 2.5k
Category: Angst-ish, fluff
Warning: curse words
Summary: Overprotective!Chris and pregnant!actress!reader get swarmed by paps and Chris loses his shit when reader almost trips.
Follow the couple's life here.
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You loved going on short walks ever since you became pregnant.
The swelling of your feet was always very frequent, and it was why you didn’t favor walking and standing on them for too long, especially since the big bump you carried around not only strained your ankles, but your back as well.
“I can’t remember the last time I had coffee,” you said, fixing the big t-shirt you were wearing that rightfully so belonged to Chris, but since your marriage, what was his was yours, and what was yours, was yours.
“You deserve that treat,” Chris said from his place on the floor, tying your shoe laces.
You hummed, one hand on his shoulder to keep yourself steady, “You know, I’m so ready for the baby to be here,” you said, “Need my caffeine so bad.”
Chris chuckled as he stood up, “I think it’s not just caffeine you need,” he said, “I think–I think you miss having good back days.”
You groaned, “God, yes,” you cradled your bump, “And not having you scolding me for, I don’t know, going up a step or something,” you giggled, teasing your husband who rolled his eyes at you with a smirk.
“You do dangerous shit, Y/N,” he reasoned, “You do!” He confirmed when you laughed, “Like–Come on, stepping on a chair to get turmeric from the shelf?”
“What else was I supposed to do?”
“Wait for me,” he pointed at himself, “Why else am I here?”
You gasped dramatically, “Oh-Oh, so you’re just here to bring down stuff now? Never mind the woman that you got pregnant, never mind her feelings. Never mind that she needs some loving on, some affec-”
“Stop, stop,” Chris laughed, wrapping his arms around you before he pecked your lips a couple of times, causing you to giggle, “And I’m here to love on you,” he said, “Also I wasn’t the only one who got you pregnant. If I–If I remember correctly, we were both o-”
“We’re not going to talk about it,” you shook your head, “Absolutely not.”
He laughed before pressing his lips against yours, “Ready to go?”
You hummed, fixing your hair, “Let’s go before you decide I need to be on bed rest or something.”
“Actually–”
“No,” you put your hand on his mouth, “No.”
With your statuses, you and Chris almost always expected paparazzi taking your pictures and trying to get any answers and statements out of you.
With your fingers intertwined with Chris’s, you walked on the sidewalk, only 5 shops away from your coffee place, and already, 3 men were in front of you, walking backward so they could film you and your husband.
“We should’ve brought the car,” Chris said quietly, his hold tight on your hand, and his body stiff as if he was getting ready to attack at any given moment.
“I miss walking to get my coffee,” you told him, fixing your sunglasses on your face, “Are you okay?”
Chris smiled softly, removing his hand from yours so he could wrap his arm around your shoulder, “I am. Are you?”
You nodded, keeping your face down from the paparazzi.
“Y/N, Chris, do you know the gender of the baby?”
“Y/N, you’re looking big!”
“How far along are you?”
“Are we going to see you on the big screen again soon?”
“Y/N, how do you feel about Chris’s new projects?”
You took a breath, concealing yourself against Chris before he stepped a little to the side, finally opening the door to the coffee place and letting you get in before him.
The soft mummers could be heard, and you could always feel when the phones were out, “discreetly” taking pictures of you and your husband.
Chris’s hands were on your shoulders from behind as the both of you walked to the familiar cashier you had befriended two years ago from how frequently you and Chris got coffee and bagels from that place.
“Hey, Omar,” you beamed at the 20-year-old boy.
“Hey, man,” Chris also greeted with a smile, “How’s it going?”
“Hey, you two!” Omar grinned, “These assholes giving you a hard time out there?” He nodded his head towards the door at the paparazzi.
Chris sucked in a breath, “When are they not?”
You glanced behind you at the door before your eyes widened, “Fucking hell, they got more.”
Omar shook his head, “We’ll help you get back to the car, no worries.”
“We walked,” you said with a small chuckle, “Bad idea.”
“Oh shit,” Omar made a face, “You can Uber though.”
“That’s a good idea,” Chris agreed, “What do you think, honey?”
You shrugged before letting out a huff, “I just want my coffee and bagel.”
Both chuckled, before Omar spoke, “The usual?”
You and Chris nodded as you leaned back against Chris while putting your hands under your bump to support it.
Chris paid, leaving a generous tip for Omar and his other colleague, Mona, before the both of you moved to the side, him pulling out a stool for you to sit on before he stood beside you.
He glanced back at the door, a sigh leaving his lips as his eyebrows furrowed in exasperation. Your hands moved to clutch his t-shirt from the sides, making him look at you, “We can get an Uber,” you told him, sensing his anxiety.
“I wanted you to walk like you wanted,” he said, looking at you in defeat with a tilt of his head.
You shook your head slightly, “It’s okay. Just another LA day,” you said, “I’ll walk as much as I want when we go to Boston after your press is done,” you assured him as you looked up ay him, “Loosen up, will you? We’re fine.”
Chris only sighed, wrapping his arms around you to bring you in a hug, his lips pressing a kiss to your head. He pulled away, his hand instantly finding your baby bump, bringing a smile to his face, “Hey, bubba,” he cooed, softly rubbing your bump.
You smiled, one of your hands reaching up
to softly graze his arm as you looked down at your 7-month bump.
“Hollywood!” The barista called out the name that she and Omar had created for you and Chris, sliding your drinks before giving you your cream cheese and salmon bagel.
“Thanks, Mona,” you smiled at the hijabi, taking your order from her.
“Any time, Hollywood. You have a good day,” she waved at you with a beam.
“You, too,” Chris smiled at her before she went back to her job, “Do you want to drink here or do you want us to leave?”
“Let’s just leave,” you said, wiggling your butt to get off of the stool before Chris was quick to hold on your waist, a worrying frown between his eyebrows as he helped you down. You let out a breath, “Even getting off a stool is a huge deal.”
Chris only chuckled, watching you take your bagel out of the wrap to take a bite, “Oh shit, the Uber,” he muttered, taking his phone out to request a car, “Come on, let’s sit you back down.”
“No no, I’m fine,” you assured him with a shake of your head, opting to lean on the chair a little.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, don’t worry.”
Chris thought that the universe was working in his favor because the moment he requested an Uber, it was only 2 minutes away.
He raised his eyebrows, “Two minutes.”
You hummed as you chewed, nodding at your husband as you stood straight before swallowing, “What’s the car?”
“It’s,” Chris smirked, tilting his head at you, “It’s a Honda Civic.”
With being the highest paid actress in the industry, with brand deals, and high-grossing movies, no amount of money could have ever made you let go of your hatchback 2008 black Honda Civic. Sure, that beat-up baby remained parked at your other house, but you clung to it like it was a child.
That explained the way your face beamed, making Chris burst out laughing, wrinkles by his eyes as he threw his head back a little.
“Don’t shit me,” you grinned excitedly.
“I’m not, baby, I’m not,” he laughed, showing you his phone.
You giggled, “It’s like—It’s like finding a missing sibling.”
At that, Chris laughed again, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to bring you closer to him, his hand stroking your head softly for a moment, “You’re actually crazy, you know that?”
“It’s a good car,” you reasoned, pulling away to look at him, “It’s super comfortable, and it’s—it’s, like, spacious but also compact. It’s just so perfect.”
“You’re a dinosaur for still having that car.”
“Says the person who had an iPhone 6 in 2022,” you replied back, teasing him with a raised eyebrow.
“It was a 6S,” he raised a finger, giving you a look as he put one hand on his hip.
“Oh, I’m sorry, so you’re not that much of a fossil, right,” you nodded jokingly, laughing when he poked your side.
“He’s here,” Chris announced, looking at his phone, “Here, let me take your bagel,” he offered.
You frowned, moving the bagel away, “But I want to eat it.”
“While we’re walking?”
“Yeah?”
“Okay,” he chuckled, rubbing your bump, “I’d rather not piss you off.”
“Good boy,” you teased, leaning to peck his lips after you had stood straight.
Chris linked your arms together, his smile falling from his face at the sight of the paparazzi who seemed to triple outside.
“Don’t let go, okay?” He asked.
“Do you need help?” Mona asked, “I can get Omar to help,” she said, pointing at her colleague.
“That’d be—That would be great actually,” Chris replied.
Omar and Mona were quick to switch, with the former hurrying towards you, “Let’s go, Hollywood,” he said as he pulled the door open, reaching his arms out, “Get back! Get back! Get back—Habibi, you’ll hurt someone like that, lak ya Allah!” (Love, you’ll hurt someone like that, oh my God!)
Omar, a bearded, tall 20-year-old wasn’t enough to handle the invasive men with cameras, and even though you kept your head low, and Chris had his other arm in front of you, you felt like you were close to crying and you probably had the pregnancy hormones to blame.
“Y/N! Chris! Is it true you’re getting a divorce?!”
“What are you going to name your baby?!”
“Chris, is it true you cheated on Y/N with Ana de Armas?!”
It was when Chris felt your body halt and turn that he quickly looked at you, noticing one man getting too close in your face.
“Can you take a step back, please?” You had respectfully asked, blocking your face with your arm.
“Hey! Hey, get the fuck back, man, get back,” Chris frowned, putting his arm between you and the man.
“I just want a shot, come on,” the man replied.
“I don’t care about your shot, get away from her,” Chris instantly replied back, his tone stern and getting louder, the veins in his neck looking prominent.
It was what happened next that seemed to happen in a blur that had your heart dropping to your stomach.
You took two steps forward with Chris, and the next thing you know, your coffees were spilled on the floor, your bagel was lying upside down, and Chris had both arms around you, preventing your fall from tripping on another paparazzi’s foot. One of your hands instantly went to your bump while the other clutched on to Chris.
“For fuck’s sake!” Chris shouted, shielding you with his body, motioning with one arm while the other was behind him, wrapped around you, “Get the fuck out of here!”
“Calm down, man, it was just an accident!”
“She almost fell, dipshit! If you don’t move the fuck away, I promise you won’t have your jobs by noon,” he pointed, watching as everyone got quiet, “Get. the fuck. back! Is that so hard? Is that so hard?” He shouted before they quietly made a path for you and Chris.
Your husband turned back to you, holding your hand tightly in his, “Eyes on me, baby,” he said with urgency, “You okay to walk?”
You nodded, “I’m okay.”
Chris nodded, moving in front of you with one arm out and the other behind him, holding your hand before you reached the car.
He opened the door for you, “Easy there, let’s go, baby, good job, baby, that’s it,” he almost cooed as you got in before he followed beside you.
He quickly took out his wallet, and looked at you when you sniffled, “Give O something for the spilled coffees, too,” you muttered, rubbing your temple, knowing what Chris was about to do.
Chris took out $600, the only amount he had in cash, giving them to Omar who closed the door for you and Chris, “Thanks for the help, and sorry about the mess, man.”
“Really sorry, O,” you said sympathetically, genuinely feeling like you were seconds away from crying as you cradled your bump.
“That’s too much, Hollywood,” Omar shook his head at the both of you.
“It’s not,” Chris said, “Come on, just take them so we can leave these little shits.”
Omar reluctantly took the money, “Are you okay, Y/N?”
You nodded, giving him a small smile, “I’m okay, O. Thanks for the help,” you said.
“I promise we’re working on the back entrance,” he said, a frown on his face.
“It’s alright,” you replied, “We’ll see you later.”
Omar nodded, waving at the both of you before your driver drove off.
“Should we stop at the hospital?” Chris asked you gently, turning his body to the side slightly as his eyes ran over you, checking for any bruises or any sign that you were hurt.
You shook your head, your eyes going tearful, “I’m okay.”
Chris noticed, his heart breaking and his face falling before he brought you into his chest, “Honey…”
“My bagel,” you cried.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, rubbing your back, “I’ll make you one, how does that sound?”
“Not the same,” you cried again, “But—But thank you.”
At that point you were sobbing, holding on to Chris for dear life.
“You’re okay,” Chris mumbled to himself more than to you, “You’re okay, honey. You’re okay.”
“Are you okay?” You asked him, sniffling as you looked at him.
“I’m—I’m so mad,” he answered truthfully, “If something had happened to you, I—God, Y/N.”
You understood, nodding along to him before you placed your hands on his chest, “You did an amazing job.”
“You almost fucking fell, Y/N, do you know how—Do you know—“
“I didn’t,” you shook your head, “I didn’t fall and you handled it so fucking well, baby. So well.”
Chris sighed, reaching one hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he squeezed his eyes shut.
“Chriiiis,” you dragged, feeling your eyes get tearful again over your husband’s own tearful eyes, you placed your hands on his jaw, “We’re okay. I’m okay, you’re okay, the baby’s okay. I promise.”
“Yeah, just—That was—That was scary.”
You nodded, “It was,” you agreed, “But you handled it,” you said before pecking his lips, “And I love you for it.”
Chris sniffled, giving you a small smile, “I love you.”
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River.
Word Count: 2.4k
Category: Fluff, angst-ish?
Warning: Labor pain
Summary: In which pregnant!actress!YN gives birth and overprotective!Chris is an emotional mess.
a/n: I watched this video for reference x
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While it was a fact that dolphins sleep with one eye open, you were ready to argue with all scientists of the world that the ability to do so wasn’t limited to the marine creatures, but it included your husband, Chris, as well the moment you were nearing your due date.
What started as him checking your butt as you walked just because, turned into him checking your butt to see if your water broke. His head might have snapped a few times because of how quickly he turned it when you let out the tiniest groan.
But nothing could have prepared Chris for the moment.
“Not today then, huh?” You had smiled as you got into bed, being slow and careful with your big baby bump as you did.
Chris had sighed, smiling at you as he joined you, inching closer to press a kiss to your head, “Seems so.”
Getting 4 hours worth of sleep was something that you were thankful for because you didn’t know how harder your birth would have been if you hadn’t gotten any sleep at all.
It was 2 am when you woke up from the wet sensation overtaking your lower half, calmly getting out of bed and quietly wobbling to your bathroom to check the color, fully aware of your need for it to be your water having broken and not pee because you couldn’t deal with the smell of it all at 2 am.
Pushing down your leggings mid-feeling of the waterworks, your breath hitched in your throat at the clear-colored water.
Your water broke.
You closed your eyes, standing up straight and taking a deep inhale through your nose before exhaling to your mouth twice. You were calm as you took off your leggings as slowly as your bump allowed you before washing your hands and patting your face, a moment before you walked back into your bedroom.
You were quiet and gentle as you approached Chris’s side of the bed, sitting yourself down on the tiny space he left before you reached out, softly grazing his cheek, “Chris,” you began, voice soft and gentle, “Baby.”
9 months ago, Chris would have hummed and smiled, but seen as his anxiety was getting the best of him the moment you became pregnant, he shot up with a gasp, eyes wide and hands out to hold your arms, “Are you okay?”
You hushed him soothingly, smiling at him, “You’re okay,” you began, “I’m okay,” you said, inching closer to him before letting him know, “My water broke.”
His wide eyes widened some more, mouth open in surprise, “You water-Your water-”
“Broke,” you finished for him, leaning your face closer to his before pecking his lips.
“Okay,” he whispered to himself, “Let’s get you comfortable, okay?”
You hummed with a nod, “No contractions yet, but can you text Nia?” You asked him, mentioning your doula whom you and Chris had offered to pay the rent of a nearby house for as you neared your due date.
“Text Nia,” Chris repeated, “Let’s get you comfortable first, yeah? How does that sound?”
Taking your hand, Chris helped you stand and move out of your bedroom and down to your living room, taking slow steps with you and praising your tiniest move.
“Good job, honey, good job,” he kissed your forehead as you sat on your couch, “I’ll grab our phones, okay?”
As Chris rushed to grab your phones, Dodger approached you, seemingly aware of what was happening as he lied on the floor beside the couch.
“You’ll have a sibling soon, Dodge,” you said, reaching out to pet his head, “It’s happening.”
Sensing the commotion, your unbothered cat showed support by jumping up on the couch, choosing to curl herself into a ball by your feet.
Chris was quickly by your side, choosing to sit behind Dodger and near your head, his hand softly stroking your hair.
“Are you excited?” You asked him, looking at him.
He smiled, “Yeah,” he answered, “Nervous to be honest. I hope-I don’t know, I just hope it doesn’t get intense on you.”
“We know it will,” you said, “Should be happening any time now.”
“Are you sure we shouldn’t go to the hospital now? Please?”
“I asked Nia and Janelle,” you mentioned your doula and midwife, “Both said I should wait because I won’t be so comfortable at the hospital. It’s just a 15-minute drive.”
“That’s a lot of time,” Chris joked quietly with a smile, continuing to stroke your hair.
“I-Oh,” you paused, feeling the contraction, “Contraction,” you announced, taking your phone to quickly log it on an app so you could time it. You closed your eyes, inhaling and exhaling calmly to pass it through before the feeling went away, making you tap again on the app, “32 seconds,” you said.
“How does it feel?” Chris asked quietly, eyebrows furrowed and heart racing.
“Period cramp. Feels like period cramps,” you said, “Are the bags packed?”
He hummed with a nod, “They’re packed. Everything’s ready,” he said.
“Can you change me?” You asked.
Chris nodded, “You want the clothes you have on the chair?”
You nodded, “But can you bring any t-shirt of yours, too?”
“I will,” he stood up before leaning down, pressing his lips to yours, “I love you.”
“I love you,” you repeated with a smile, watching his lips mirror yours before he left.
As someone with anxiety, it had taken Chris many counseling sessions and practice to keep his anxiety under control right there and then. He knew that that was the calm before the storm, he knew that you were expected to scream in pain and cry in it, he knew about it all, yet Chris had read too many books and booked too many How to Stay Calm During Your Wife’s Labor sessions that he knew how to repeat soothing and assuring mantras to himself.
Helping you change, Chris was gentle and living as he did so; making sure to pepper soft kisses to your skin, rubbing your bump through your 4-minute interval contractions before he lied behind you on the couch.
“We need them to be 1 minute apart before you make your way to the hospital, love,” your midwife, Janelle, said in a voice note.
It was half 3:30 am when Nia came over, being her charming self as she greeted you and Chris after he let her in.
“How are we feeling?”
You nodded, “Still 4 minutes apart,” you let her know, “They last for like 30 to 33 seconds.”
“Sounds good, sounds good,” she said, “It’s still early labor and it can take hours, no rush. How’s your back doing?”
“Chris got me a heating pad,” you turned your body slightly, showing her the purple heating pad behind you, “It’s not the worst thing.”
Nia nodded, “You’re doing a great job, Y/N,” she smiled, “How do you feel about some exercise?”
Chris was trying not to chew on his nails as he watched you and Nia do exercises, watching your doula massage your lower back as you rested your upper body the yoga ball with your eyes closed.
“How does that feel?”
You only hummed, making both your doula and your husband smile.
It was when 6 am had rolled by that you had finally managed to have a 20-minute nap before your contractions got closer to being 3 and half minutes apart.
“You sure you don’t want to go to the hospital now?” Chris asked you as he stood with his back against the wall and you against him, his hands carrying your bump for you.
You shook your head, “It’ll make me panic if we go now,” you said in the midst of a painful contraction, eyes shut close and eyebrows furrowed as you held on to his wrists, “I don’t-I don’t want to stay for-for long there.”
“Okay,” he said before nuzzling his head in your neck, “You’re doing amazing, baby, you know that?” He asked quietly before humming in question, “Do you? I’m so proud of you. I’m proud of you for carrying our baby for all these months, all that time, and now it’s finally coming to an end, yeah? We’re meeting our baby soon.”
You hummed, leaning your head back against him.
“I love you,” Chris reminded you, “I love you so much.”
“I love you,” you replied quietly.
It was at 10 am when your contractions were only 1 minute apart and not a minute went by before Chris had the two packed duffle bags in one hand while the other held your hand as he helped you into the car.
“I’ll meet you there, okay?” Nia said, unlocking her own car.
With his sunglasses on, Chris gave her thumbs up before he closed the door to your seat after strapping your seatbelt on and quickly getting into the driver’s seat.
At that point, you were groaning in pain, eyes closed as you tried to focus on steadying your breath.
Chris was sure his hand’s blood circulation was going to be cut off by the grip you had on it as he drove with the other, but he wasn’t complaining.
“You’ll be okay, baby, you’ll be okay,” he brought your hand to his lips, kissing it softly, “It’ll all end so soon, honey. You’re doing a great job. A great, great job.”
You only groaned in pain as he drove, wiping your tears with your other hand and Chris had to gulp to stifle his own cries–but tearful eyes he couldn’t control.
Being the overprotective husband and dad-to-be, Chris was very adamant on getting you a big private sector at the hospital, not only because of your high status as an actress, but also to ensure that you were going to get the best medical assistance and care possible.
Your midwife, doula, and another nurse had helped you into bed, strapping you to all the vital machines you needed to be strapped to before assessing your labor.
“5 centimeters dilated,” Janelle said, “We’re going to need to wait, okay? We need you at 10 centimeters, sweetheart.”
You nodded as you cried, not being able to control your emotions and pain as you did while Chris soothingly stroked your hair and held your hand.
In the dimmed light of the room, your midwife, doula and the nurse had given you and Chris privacy.
“Do you still want to have a water birth?” Chris asked softly before you nodded, tiresome and in pain as you held on to his hand, “Think it goes well with the name if it’s a boy, doesn’t it?” He joked with a soft chuckle, melting when you gave him a tired smile. “I haven’t texted anyone yet.”
You hummed, appreciating the fact that you and Chris had agreed on keeping everything quiet and private just so you could have a stress-free birth, but you knew a text was due soon. “Are you going to text them?” You tiredly asked.
“I will,” he said, keeping to himself the part where he didn’t want want to let go of your hand for any reason and that texting would have to wait.
As another contraction hit, you were brought to tears.
“This is so painful,” you said in-between sobs.
Unaware of his own tears falling, Chris leaned his forehead on yours, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you have to go through that,” he said softly, “But it’ll all be forgotten once we meet our baby, yeah?”
You nodded, still sobbing.
“Yeah?” He repeated with a small smile, “Give me a kiss,” he said before his lips were softly on yours, “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” you sniffled before inhaling and exhaling deeply, closing your eyes.
“You think you can rest?”
“No,” you answered.
“Figured,” Chris chuckled.
In a back-aching position, Chris remained by your side for the next hour and a half, going from assuring you to talking to you about all the things you were going to do with your baby.
“We can one of those big family cars,” he joked, “You know the ones that look too big?”
You chuckled slightly, shaking your head at him.
“No to the family car? No?”
“No,” you chuckled.
“Ruining my dad dream,” Chris joked, smiling at you.
It wasn’t long before your contractions got more intense, then with the added feeling of wanting to push and in a way, it was good news when you were told that they were going to fill the birthing tub.
At that point, you were audibly screaming and crying in pain as you held on to your husband while they filled the tub.
“It hurts,” you cried, eyes closed shut.
“I know, I know,” Chris wiped your tears, peppering your cheeks with soft kisses, “Not so long now, baby. You’ve been through so much and now it’s coming to an end, yeah? We’re getting nearer to meeting our baby.”
“I’m scared,” you sobbed, your shoulders shaking as you did.
“I’m right here with you,” he said, “I’m not got anywhere, I’m right here.”
“Stay with me,” you said.
“I’m right here, honey, I promise,” Chris repeated, “Not going anywhere.”
In just your sports bra, you were finally helped into the birthing tub and into position, one hand fisted under the water while the other gripped Chris’s.
Chris was behind you, his free hand stroking your hair as he whispered sweet nothings and encouraging words, with promises of “it’ll be okay”s and “I love you”’s spoken.
You were grunting as your doctor, Dr. Paula, arrived and with some pep talk, had instructed you to push.
You were persistent at that point; focusing on just pushing so you could finally meet your baby, yes, but also so you could rid yourself of the pain.
“Good job, Y/N, good job,” Dr. Paula nodded, her hands under the water, “One more, one more big push.”
“Come on, baby,” Chris kissed your temple, tears falling down as his heart broke at your painful sobs and screams as you pushed.
It was 1:34 pm when your baby was born.
Your eyes opened at the sudden feeling of being able to breathe, hands open and arms outreached to your crying baby.
“A healthy baby boy,” Dr. Paula smiled, carefully handing you your baby.
“Hey,” you cooed in-between sobs, “Hey, baby.”
“Oh my God,” Chris whispered, watching in awe and taking in his baby boy before he reached forward, gently grazing his baby’s cheek, “Hey, bubba. Hey,” he cooed before sniffling, laughing quietly in glee.
You matched Chris’s laughter, glancing back at your husband before looking back at your baby, “You do match your name, don’t you? You like water, don’t you?”
Chris chuckled, wiping his tearful cheek by bringing his shoulder closer before sniffling, taking in the newest addition to the Evans’ family.
“River Jude Evans.”
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How We Met.
Word Count: 4.4K
Category: Fluff
Warning: some swear words
Summary: In which Chris was a nervous mess when he met his A+ list celebrity crush, highest-paid, and the most iconic actress!YN at Vanity Fair’s 2014 after party.
Pairing: overprotective!chris x pregnant!actress!yn from Planet Evans when they were younger.
Can be read independently x
Planet Evans Universe
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“I absolutely love it,” you said to Laura Mercier, your makeup artist for the night as you looked at your makeup through the mirror before turning, your cheeks touching in a kiss, “Always giving me the best treats, love.”
“You’re just easy to work with,” in her lovely, enunciated accent, Laura replied, smiling at you.
“You look amazing, Y/N. Absolutely beautiful,” Ted Gibson, your hairdresser, commented from the side of the hotel suite with a wide smile on his face.
“It takes a village, doesn’t it?” You chuckled, approaching him to press your cheek to his in a kiss, “Thank you, Ted. You know I trust you the most with my hair.”
“And it’s such an honor, you have no idea.”
“Y/N, ready for the dress?” Evie, your personal assistant, asked, “Kate’s coming up.”
Getting ready for events wasn’t always your most favored time, but at moments like that, you were grateful to be working with professional people whom you enjoyed spending time being stuck in a chair for a minimum of 3 hours with.
Kate Young, a trusted young stylist you trusted and enjoyed working with for a couple of years, was sporting an eager grin the moment she stepped inside the suite, immediately approaching your open arms for a greeting hug and a kiss on your cheek, “You already look so beautiful.”
“Aw stop,” you waved her off with a giggle, “Did you have a nice trip?”
“I did,” she replied, “Thank you for letting them pick me up. That was a very nice car.”
“Only the best for my friends, yeah?” You gave her a sheepish shrug, “Are we ready?”
“Whenever you are.”
As your dress was pulled put of its protective bag, a wide grin was painted on your lips, looking at the gorgeous black and orange dress in awe.
“God, I can’t wait to wear you,” you mumbled, running your hand over the soft material.
“Was the Oscar’s one uncomfortable?” Kate asked.
You shook your head, “Was perfect. You know I can never thank you enough for making sure I wear comfortable clothes,” you said, “Nothing beats that pink Valentino gown from last year though.”
“You loved that one so much that you actually kept it,” Kate replied with a laugh.
You hummed with a nod, “It was so good.”
As you stepped out of your robe and into your dress with Kate’s help, she was hesitant to ask you the one question she was very curious to ask.
“How do you feel? I can’t believe you don’t have an Oscar nom this year.”
You smoothed down the front of the gorgeous dress before giving her an assuring smile, “You know I don’t care about that, right?”
“I know, I know, but still. It just doesn’t make sense to me that you didn’t win anything this year, I don’t know.”
“I’m just glad the reviews about The Spectacular Now were good,” you said, “Miles is over the moon about it, and I think–I don’t know really, I’ve been enjoying his reactions to it all more than anything.”
Kate sighed, shaking her head at you as she adjusted the dress, “If you can just be a little selfish and petty for a minute or two.”
You laughed, “Oh yeah? Would you want to work with me still?”
“Well duh, you’re Y/N Y/L/N. Do you realize how much work I’ve been getting ever since I started styling you?”
“It’s because you’re talented.”
“It’s because you’re effortlessly beautiful and the world loves you,” Kate said.
You smiled sheepishly, not replying back as you let her do the final touches before she helped you put on your heels.
Kate stepped back, her hands going to cover her mouth as she took you all in.
“No, stop that,” you laughed, “How do I look?”
“I can’t believe-Y/N, look at you!”
“Best dressed?” You teased her, remembering how she always told you that you were going to be labelled as best dressed whenever she styled you.
“For sure,” she nodded.
You walked back to the living room in the suite, a shy smile on your face as everyone who was helping you get ready gasped and gazed at you.
“You deserve an Oscar for best dressed.”
The ride to the Vanity Fair After Party wasn’t at all eventful, as in its 13-minute glory, you, your driver and personal assistant were jamming to ABBA songs in between Evie taking pictures of you.
“Are you ready?” She asked as soon as the car came to a stop.
“Does it matter?” You joked with a chuckle before Evie gave a nod to the bodyguard standing outside your door.
An awaited entrance was what everyone described it as, because the moment your foot stepped out of the car was the same moment that everyone went wild.
Deafening screams and shouting of your name were heard, the frantic camera shutters in the background as you stepped out of the car with a smile on your face.
“She’s here! Y/N Y/L/N is here!” Multiple interviewers and reporters announced to their cameras.
“I just know that Y/N Y/L/N arrived,” Jennifer Lawrence said in the midst of her interview, attempting to step back and catch a glimpse of you, “God, I’m sweating at the thought of her being here.”
“There’s a photo booth inside, who’s someone you’re excited to take a photo with?” Another interviewer asked Emilia Clarke.
Giving a laugh, Emilia replied, “I’ll be trying my best to impress Y/N Y/L/N to take a picture with her. I’ll be working o-Oh, is that her? That’s her. That’s her.”
You waved to the crowd of eager paparazzi and interviewers, walking down the carpet in a composed strut and giving them your infamous small smile as you followed the carpet’s coordinator before standing in spot and beginning to pose.
Further down the carpet and in a classic black suit stood Chris, hands in his pockets as he smiled at the paparazzi, unaware of the fact that his celebrity crush was breathing the same air as him.
In your orange and black gown, you looked at the snapping cameras, posing to all angles. It wasn’t until you looked beside you that you had spotted Stevie Nicks, whose eye instantly caught yours and with open arms, you both approached each other.
“You look absolutely wonderful,” she said, looking at you from beneath her dark sunglasses.
“No, look at you,” you shook your head before bringing her in another hug, “Let’s take a few pictures together.”
With linked arms, you and Stevie posed together, making other celebrities pause and look so they could witness two icons of different industries just effortlessly make everyone lose their cool.
As you posed, with a calm and collected stance that masked his growing anxiety and butterflies in his stomach, Chris approached an interviewer who instantly beamed at the opportunity of interviewing Captain America.
“You’re looking absolutely amazing,” she began.
“Thank you, thank you,” Chris smiled, giving his suit a quick glance before looking back at her.
“We wanted to know who’s someone that Captain America wants to see tonight? Maybe talk and mingle with inside?”
“Uh, there are a lot of people-a lot of people,” he nodded, looking beside him for a fleeting second before looking back at her, “So many incredible people I want to see. I’m meeting Hemsworth inside though,” he smiled, pointing behind him.
“A little Avengers reunion,” she joked.
“Yeah, just a quick get-together,” Chris chuckled.
“If you can be introduced to one celebrity here tonight, who would it be?”
Chris hummed in thought, looking up as he did before bringing his index to his chin, “Just one?”
“Just one.”
“Probably-Alright, alright,” he nodded, “It has to be Y/N Y/L/N,” he answered.
“Ooo, you went there.”
“I went there,” Chris laughed with a nod, “That’s-That’s the dream.”
“You know, we were just talking to Michael B. Jordan and he gave us the same answer.”
“Oh, oh, guess that’s a challenge now, huh? A competition?” Chris joked with a laugh.
“You need to have a word with him,” the short interviewer joked, pointing at Chris.
“Let’s get to it,” he nodded, playing along.
“Well Chris, thank your for the nice chat and have fun inside.”
“Thank you,” Chris smiled.
As celebrities posed and talked, you were escorted to your first and only interview of the after-party’s red carpet.
With sweaty palms and a frantically beating heart, Vanity Fair’s interviewer had a tight hold on her microphone as you approached her, “Y/N is here,” she announced to the camera.
“How are you?” You asked, sensing her nerves, making you reach forward to give her a brief greeting hug, “You look lovely.”
With a flushed face, she grinned, “Wow, thank you so much but look at you,” she motioned towards you, “Who are you wearing?”
“This is Schiaparelli,” you answered, glancing down at your dress, “It’s such a nice dress, we’ve been working on it for a while now and they did an amazing job.”
“They really did,” she agreed, “You look absolutely stunning.”
“Thank you, thank you so much,” you smiled.
“So, you have two new movies coming out later this year, Gone Girl and Interstellar,” she began, “What should we be expecting?”
“I mean, it’s David Fincher and Christopher Nolan,” you chuckled, “You know better than to have expectations, really. I feel like with Gone Girl, you’re going to need to stay focused when you’re watching it, especially if you haven’t read the book first.”
“Do we need to read the book first before watching it?”
“I feel like it’s a matter of preference here. Some people prefer to read first, others like the surprise of it,” you gave a shrug, “So I can’t really give you a definite answer, you just do what you think is best honestly. There are no rules to how you decide to enjoy the movie.”
“And how was working with Christopher Nolan on Interstellar?”
“Phenomenal,” you smiled, “I admire Nolan and I-I have always wanted to work with him in any way, so I’m just honored to be part of something I believe will be so big—So promising. It’s definitely been an amazing experience that I’d love to go through again.”
“Everyone’s so excited to watch it, it’s all we’ve been talking about,” she smiled, “How does Miles feel about the movies? Is he excited?”
If there was anything you were sure of, it was that after going public a year ago with your relationship with Miles Teller, you were always going to get asked about him.
“He’s very excited,” you nodded with a smile, “He’s been so supportive. He’s-He’s incredible.”
“Awww,” she cooed, “Alright last question, anyone we expect to see you partying with inside?”
You laughed lightly, “Well,” you looked around for a moment, “So many friends here,” you said, “I think I’ll be floating around,” you answered, “There are so many people I want to see inside. There’s the incredible Serene Williams, there’s Jennifer Garner, Anne Hathaway, Taylor Swift,” you listed, “So many people, so many people.”
“It’s going to be a busy night.”
“Busy night for sure,” you chuckled.
“Well, thank you so much, Y/N. We hope you have a great night.”
“You too, love, thank you,” you gave her a smile, inching forward to give her another brief hug before moving away.
After what seemed like forever of posing to flashing cameras and screaming grown women and men, all voices of shouting were replaced by the sound of music and chatter as celebrities of all statuses mingled, danced, and talked.
There you stood, your big gown looking smaller after you had taken off your big orange train and were left with the black fitting dress, the orange on the front not being the only vibrant thing about you–it was you as a whole.
Nervous celebrities eyed you, wishing they had the courage to approach you. Envious celebrities ogled at you, wishing it were them whom people worshipped the ground they walked on.
And then there was Chris.
You seemed engrossed in the conversation you were having with Jennifer Garner; back straight, eyes set on Jennifer, nodding to what she was saying, and Chris couldn’t help but keep glancing at you.
“Join the line,” Hemsworth joked, elbowing him with a quiet chuckle before bringing his drink to his lips.
“You can introduce yourself,” Liam Hemsworth said from beside his brother, “She’s lovely. A fucking gem.”
“You talked?” Chris asked.
Liam nodded, “A couple of years ago at The Hunger Games premiere,” he answered.
“He almost shat himself,” Hemsworth said, laughing when Liam jabbed him in the ribs.
“Coming from the guy who fucking cried when she shook his hands during Snow White and the Hunstman premiere.”
“Oh fuck off,” Hemsworth scoffed.
“I can’t blame either of you,” Chris said, “She’s–Look at her,” he discreetly motioned towards you, “She’s successful as fuck, right? She is. But she’s–She’s so fucking beautiful, look at her.”
“Join the fucking line,” Hemsworth repeated, laughing when Chris flipped him off, “She’s intimidating, I admit.”
“But she’s also so sweet,” Liam said with a slight shake of his head, “But I think-Look, don’t get offended but imagine you go up to her and she has no idea who you are.”
“Thank you, Liam,” Chris replied sarcastically, “Thank you so much. That-That honestly makes me feel so much better.”
The older Hemsworth chuckled as his younger brother raised his hands up, “Sorry, mate, just-You probably thought about it.”
“Of course I did,” Chris replied, “She’s Y/N Y/L/N for fuck’s sake,” he discreetly motioned towards you.
“And if she did know you? Then what? You date? Get married?” Hemsworth joked.
“That’s as if she’s single,” Liam chuckled, “Miles is one lucky fucker.”
“Is so,” Chris nodded, glancing at you, “It’s not like I want something. I just-Don’t we all just admire her? Like, look at that,” he pointed, “Here’s Orlando Bloom looking at her, and here’s-I don’t know who the fuck that is but she’s been taking a step forward then backward for the past, like 15 minutes and trying to talk to her,” he said, making the brothers watch, “There’s no way I can set a foot near her without making a fucking fool out of myself.”
“Aw come on, mate,” Hemsworth patted him on the shoulder, “That’s some negative talk.”
“Oh yeah?” Chris raised his eyebrows, “Go talk to her then.”
“Nah,” Hemsworth, with a feigned nonchalant expression, scrunched his nose and shook his head with a shrug, “I’m-I’m good.”
Unaware to the conversations happening about you, you laughed with Jennifer Garner, only beaming when you were joined by Anne Hathaway, greeting each other with a kiss to the cheek.
“How was filming with Nolan?” Anne asked.
“A breeze,” you answered, “And Mathew’s just amazing to work with. They brought this kid,” you began, “I think he’s eighteen or nineteen, I can’t really remember. His name is Timothee Chalamet.”
“Is that French?” Jennifer asked.
You nodded, “American-French,” you stated, “And you heard it from me first but give him a few years and everyone and their mother is going to want this kid.”
“You always do that!” Anne laughed, pointing at you, “You always predict these things!”
“Exactly like what happened with Jennifer Lawrence,” Jennifer laughed, “You have a radar.”
You laughed, giving your friends a shrug, “I don’t even know, I just-His role is pretty small, but I have a gut feeling about him, I can’t explain it.”
“You never do,” Anne said, “But hold on now,” she held her hand out, “Where’s Miles?”
“Things have been a little messy with his movie’s release date,” you said, “He hasn’t been sleeping well, hasn’t been, like, dealing with it all so well. Just tired, you know? So we figured it’d be better if he sat that one out,” you said.
They both nodded, “How does he feel about the movie? Was it draining?”
You nodded, “It was, but I have a good feeling about it.”
They smiled at each other, “That’s when you know it’s a good movie,” Jennifer said, pointing at you.
“Speaking of good movies,” Anne began, “Did any of you get invited to that new Marvel movie coming out next month? The Captain America one?”
You nodded, “I did, but I’m not sure I’ll be going.”
“Why?”
“Because Marvel’s been on my ass since 2008, I don’t want them thinking that by going I’ll be giving them a shot.”
“What do you have against them so bad?” Jen laughed.
“Because I don’t want to belong to one universe,” you answered, “It’s different when it’s drama—when it’s a series, but with movies? I like to experiment with those, and that’s just not something I can do with Marvel.”
“Good point,” Anne said, “Man, fuck superheroes.”
“But-wait, wait,” Jen held her hands out, inching closer, “Have you actually seen Captain America? Like the actor?”
“Isn’t he-The blond?” You asked, “Big body?” You puffed your chest.
“He’s not looking very blond right now,” Anne said before bringing her glass to her lips, tilting her head slightly to the right.
“Don’t look because he’s been looking here,” Jen told you.
“I won’t,” you said, “I have a boyfriend. Stop that.”
Anne gasped dramatically, “You can’t deny it when someone’s good looking.”
You rolled your eyes, chuckling, “Doesn’t mean I need to look.”
“Just a tiny glance.”
“No.”
“A glimpse.”
“No.”
“A little peak.”
“No.”
“A-Holy fuck, he’s coming over.”
“N-what?”
The 3 of you cleared your throats, straightening your postures as you put up a nonchalant front, beginning a random conversation of “wow, that happened?” and “and what else did you do?”.
It wasn’t until you heard someone clear their throat that your head turned to the sound, coming face to face with a bearded, not blond, and anxious Chris.
“Hey, um, I’m really sorry if I’m intruding,” he began, looking at you before glancing at Jennifer and Anne, “But I’m a huge, huge fan and just-I just-um, I thought it would be okay if I came and said that. That I’m a huge fan, I mean.”
Chris felt like the biggest loser.
Between being in your close proximity, to your eyes on him, to him fumbling over his words, he wished for nothing more than for earth to swallow him whole right there and then.
But then you gave him a warm smile, eyes glistening under the lights and face welcoming to his nervous, shy aura.
You held your hand out and Chris almost melted.
Warm and delicate are two adjectives he’d use to describe your hand as you shook hands.
“What an honor,” you began, “We were just talking about your movie that’s coming out next month.”
And then he felt like crying because holy shit you knew he was an actor, you knew his movie, and you knew its release date.
The moment your hand left his was a moment that Chris would never forget because if he had a last wish, it definitely was to keep your hand in his for the longest while and that was something that your boyfriend didn’t need to know.
“Were you?” In surprise, Chris asked.
You nodded, “I loved the first part,” you said.
Unbeknownst to Chris, you did love the first part and you did want to watch the next one but there was one thing you couldn’t remember.
His name.
“Oh, oh wow,” he laughed, “Thank you, that means a lot,” he put a hand to his heart, “Means so much,” he said, “I can’t wait for your movies either. I’m-I’m sure they’re going to be incredible.”
“Right? She never disappoints,” Anne said, smiling at you before looking back at Chris.
Jennifer nodded, “Only Y/N can have Nolan and Fincher movies coming out in the same year.”
“Only Y/N,” Chris agreed, “Let’s not forget Peaky Blinders.”
“Peaky Blinders!” Anne exclaimed with wide eyes, “I physically can’t wait for the second season.”
“It’s a good one,” you said with a smile, “We were talking about you, how did this turn to be about me?” You asked Chris, “Have you been enjoying the title? The Captain America title?”
“I’ll go check on Ben,” Jennifer said, “Excuse me,” with a smile, she walked away.
You hummed at Chris, letting him know that he had your attention.
“I-“
“I need to use the restroom,” Anne then said, “Sorry. Excuse me,” she smiled at the both of you before walking away.
“Sorry,” you smiled at Chris, “Go on.”
At the fact that it was just you and him, Chris grew more anxious. He wasn’t sure if it was respectful to put his hands in his pockets as he talked to you, deeming you as royalty, but his sweaty palms chose otherwise by letting him stuff them in his warm pockets.
“Um, it’s-it’s been a positive experience at most, I’d say. Maybe-It’s definitely stressful,” he said, you nodding as you intently listened, “You know, having to-having to always look a certain way, behave a certain way because there are children who are-children who are taking Cap as a role model, that sort of stressful, you know?”
You hummed, nodding, “I understand,” you said, “It’s definitely stressful and I can’t say you’ll be getting over it any time soon,” you chuckled slightly, “But I feel like you have so much power to set a right example to kids right now.”
Chris nodded, “Definitely, definitely,” he agreed, “That’s the half full cup right there.”
“The half full cup,” you nodded with a smile, “Are you excited about the world seeing your new movie? How does it feel?”
Liam was right. You were a fucking gem.
If it weren’t for Hemsworth bribing Chris by telling him that he’d steal the Captain America shield for him, Chris wouldn’t have been standing with you, that was for sure. But what Chris didn’t expect was that you were going to keep the conversation flowing, wanting to make him feel seen and heard in a way he didn’t expect someone of your status to care about.
“I’m excited,” he began, “Nervous for sure,” he laughed, making you nod with a laugh, understanding where he was coming from, “But I’m trying to mask that with excitement.”
“Fake it till you make it,” you gave him a shrug with a smile—an innocent act that shouldn’t have made Chris swoon.
“That’s right,” he chuckled. Chris knew it was risky. He knew that he’d be kicking himself in the balls later, but nevertheless, he still asked: “Would you-Would you like a drink?”
It wasn’t the first time that you were asked the same thing by those who feel adventurous enough to ask, and in a way, it was easy to answer.
“Um, I don’t drink,” you said, not wanting to bruise his anxious ego.
It was one thing that you didn’t want to be grabbing drinks with people who might misinterpret your agreement to you being interested even though you had a loving boyfriend, and it was another that it was your history with an abusive, alcoholic, sick excuse of a father keep you away from putting alcohol anywhere near your lips.
“But I did hear that Bill Murray has a special order that everyone’s been getting,” you added quickly, not wanting him to get embarrassed, “I’m sticking to my lime soda,” you chuckled, raising your empty glass.
His cheeks were already flushed red, giving you a smile as he nodded, “Yeah, yeah, I-I understand,” he said, “I mean I understand that you don’t drink. I respect it. Not that I understand Murray’s order,” he rambled before his face fell a little, “I understand that Murray has a special order though, I just-I don’t know what it is, but I get it. I-Fuck,” he said the last part under his breath, embarrassment almost seeping through his skin.
You gave him an assuring smile, “I don’t know what the order is either,” you said.
Before Chris could further embarrass himself, he watched as Lady Gaga approach you, putting her hand on your shoulder before you turned, letting out an excited “Oh!” before hugging her.
He couldn’t hear what Gaga said to you, but he could see her pointing behind her before you nodded and turned to him, “Would you excuse me?”
“Yeah, of course, sure. Yeah,” he nodded, “Go ahead.”
Reaching your hand out, “It was nice talking to you,” you smiled, “Good luck with your movie.”
“Same here,” he smiled, shaking your head, “Thank you.”
“Get that special order, will you?” You joked before turning with Gaga and walking away.
Walking back to the Hemsworth brothers, Chris tried to maintain a calm and collected stance, pursing his lips as to not laugh at their reactions; Chris Hemsworth bit his fist in feigned worry, Luke covered mouth as he laughed, and Liam was calmly clapping and nodding his head at Chris.
“How was it?” Chris H. asked as soon as Chris approached them.
“I-I might have made a fucking fool out of myself but I’m pretty sure that was my ‘I made it’ moment,” he pointed behind him.
Like a bunch of high school kids, the tall men were giggling, laughing and clapping each others on the backs as Chris acted out his brief conversation with you, being everything but professional actors at a high-profile after party.
It wasn’t until Evie, your assistant, approached you later to make sure your makeup and hair were all set that you managed to ask:
“Who’s the guy who plays Captain America? What’s his name?”
“Chris Evans,” Evie answered with an eager smile, “Saw him looking like a nervous kid and talking to you.”
You chuckled, “He was nice,” you said, “Just felt bad for not remembering his name.”
“Poor guy,” she said, brushing back a piece of your hair and lightly patting it into place, “He’ll probably remember this moment all his life.”
You only hummed before thanking her, going back to your night of mingling, unaware that until the very last moment of his night, Chris was as bright as a kid on a Christmas night over talking to you.
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Clingy.
Word Count: 2.2k
Category: fluff, angst-ish
Warning: None
Summary: In which your baby, River, is clingy to you and Chris is upset.
Pairing: overprotective!dad!chris x mom!actress!reader
a/n: can be read independently.
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While being new parents came with sleepless nights, chores, and stress, it all also came with so much in return.
Parenthood with someone you love felt rewarding, even more so when you witnessed your baby’s first smile, heard the first giggle, first babble, and got to hold your baby as you all cuddled.
River was a low-maintenance baby; something that you and Chris were more thankful for than anything.
Sure, the sleepless nights were there, and there were moments when he would cry just because, but it was the new norm for your cozy farmhouse to be full of happy giggles and babbles from your 3-month-old.
But there seemed to be moments that caused River some distress—all were moments when he was in anyone’s arms but yours, and that included Chris, too.
Your farmhouse was decorated to the brim with Christmas decorations, bringing the festive spirit to life with stockings, gifts, and the giant Christmas tree you and Chris had chosen and decorated. While you wanted the house to be festive because you and your husband were hosting Christmas this year for your families, you also went big because it was River’s first Christmas.
The house smelled of herbs and seasoning, the air warm despite the December weather and thankfully, River was sleeping as you and Chris cooked. For better wording, as you cooked and Chris helped.
“Baby, you forgot to wash that one,” you said as you pointed to one potato, gathering the others in your hands as you moved to place them in the pot with water.
“Oh,” Chris was quick to get the unwashed potato to the sink, thoroughly washing it, “Here you go,” he said, placing the washed potato in the pot with the others.
“Can y-” You instantly stopped, the moment your son’s babbles sounded through the baby monitor that lied on the kitchen table, “He’s up.”
“I’ll grab him,” Chris said, pressing a kiss to your temple before leaving to head to your son’s nursery.
While you knew both families would be bringing some food with them in attempt to help you with dinner, everyone knew that cooking for people was a love language that you had and Chris liked to remind you that all the times he had to double his workout before a movie was all because of you.
“Look who’s up and changed!” Chris announced as he walked back into the kitchen, your pets, Dodger and Pam, following behind him.
Instantly, a grin was on your face as you washed your hands before turning to your family, your eyes falling on River in Chris’ arms.
The moment River’s eyes fell on you, he instantly started letting whimpers, a frown on his face as he moved his legs.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Chris cooed.
You were quick to approach him, putting a hand to your son’s back, “What’s wrong, bubba?”
It was the moment before River was about to cry that you took him in your arms.
And he relaxed.
“Oh!” Chris raised his eyebrow, “All that because you just wanted Mommy?” He teased.
“What can I say?” You joked, teasing your husband before kissing River on his head gently, swaying a little in your spot, “Mommy can’t keep holding you though, baby. I have to finish cooking.”
“You’ll have to settle for me, buddy,” Chris joked, his knuckle softly grazing River’s chubby cheek before grabbing him from you.
At that, River’s face slightly scrunched with a frown, tiny legs kicking lightly as he let out sounds of discomfort that were indications of him beginning to cry.
“Okay, what’s wrong?” You mumbled, “He might be hungry.”
“That’s weird, he usually isn’t when he’s up from his nap,” Chris said.
“Don’t judge him,” you joked, taking River from him again, “I’ll go see if he wants to eat,” you said as you walked away, “Check on the roast!”
It was when you sat down before pulling the side of your sweatshirt up that River only looked at you, tiny and chubby hands moving before his legs were kicked in excitement as he giggled.
You beamed, “What are you smiling at?” You cooed, “You excited to eat?”
But he didn’t latch and showed no interest in doing so.
“That what are you fussing for?” You let down your sweatshirt after a few attempts, not being able to help but laugh as your son continued to giggle, even when you stood up with him in your arms to go back to the kitchen.
“He’s not hungry,” you let Chris know as soon as you walked in.
“Then why is he cranky?” He asked, drying his hand on the yellow checkered towel.
“He’s not, look,” you said, only doing as little as looking at your baby and smiling, instantly making him giggle.
“I think he just wants you to hold him, babe,” Chris said, approaching you, “You just want Mommy’s attention, don’t you? Don’t you, Riv?”
“Yeah well, Mommy’s got dinner to finish,” you chuckled.
“It’s okay, I can finish. Just need you to direct me.”
Making dinner was spent with you sitting on the windowsill couch with River on your lap and your cat, Pam, beside you and Dodger by your feet as you directed Chris on what to do to finish dinner.
But it was when you needed to get ready that it all seemed challenging.
“Do you think these are signs of separation anxiety?” You asked your husband, who held a crying River in his arms while you stood in your underwear.
“You’re right there,” Chris said, “There’s no separation. And-Y/N, I’m his dad.”
You frowned, “You’re right, you’re right,” you mumbled, “Maybe it’s just a clingy type of day?”
Chris stayed quiet, only looking at River as he gently rocked him in his arms to calm him down but no avail.
It wasn’t any later before you blew on River’s face to get him to breathe as he cried and before Chris handed him to you.
It was almost magical how River’s cries were replaced by quiet whimpers as he calmed, tiny hand clutching a locket of your hair as he looked around as if he hadn’t been screaming bloody murder a few seconds ago.
“My ego as a dad is fucked right now,” Chris put a hand to his heart and although he was joking, you knew he was at least slightly upset about it.
“He’s just having a day,” you tried, “He’s exactly like you. Both of you can never get enough of me.”
Chris laughed, sensing that this was your attempt at brightening up the mood. He leaned toward you, his lips finding your shoulder to leave a soft kiss to your skin.
Putting on your clothes was a challenge, but you made it work. You carried River against your chest in a carrier as you did your makeup, his giggles and yours sounding through the room and making Chris have a hard time of not smiling as you played around with your son as you did your makeup.
At the sight of your husband in his cream-colored cable knit, you smiled as you approached him, River still strapped to your chest.
“You look handsome,” you said, one manicured hand reaching to graze his jaw.
Chris hummed, letting his hand grasp your hip before giving it a squeeze as he leaned to press his lips to yours, “You look gorgeous.”
“Thank you,” you smiled, leaning to peck his lips, “Help me change Riv?”
In true Christmas spirit, River was changed into a red onesie with reindeer and a matching hat on his head and you and Chris had a photoshoot for the oblivious baby.
It wasn’t so much later that your families started arriving, the farmhouse soon enough being full of loud chatter, cooing, and laughter.
“He’s grown up so much, oh my goodness!” Lisa exclaimed, a hand to her heart as she looked at her grandson in your arms.
“It feels like yesterday when we were at the hospital,” your mom said.
You smiled, looking at your son, “Chris and I were just talking about that earlier. I wish we can keep him this small forever.”
River, being the happy baby, let out an excited giggle and a kick of his feet as he clutched your sweater.
“Oh, he gets it! He understands what you’re saying!” Shanna laughed along with everyone else.
You all laughed together before it was time for you to bring out the food.
“Can you hold him while I put the roast on the serving plate?” You asked Chris, already handing River over.
“He’s going to cry,” he mumbled, holding him before Chris frowned, “The waterworks are starting, Y/N.”
“What’s wrong?” Your mom asked, “Is he cranky?”
“He’s been clingy to Y/N today,” Chris said, “Cries bloody murder when I hold him.”
“He’s a little too young for separation anxiety,” she said, “He might be having a clingy type of day.”
Chris chuckled while rocking River in his arms, “That’s exactly what Y/N said.”
It was less than a minute before everyone was checking on the crying baby, Chris’ cheeks red at the fact that despite being in his dad’s arms, Chris wasn’t able to calm him down.
“Coming! I’m coming!” He heard you call out before you rushed over, taking River in your arms with a sigh.
“I’ll go set the table with Scott,” Chris mumbled, his steps quick as he left the living room.
You frowned, sighing again before softly hushing while swaying with River in your arms, his death grip back on your sweater.
“It’s alright, it happens,” your mom assured.
Lisa nodded, “Now we know he’s a Momma’s boy.”
“Yeah but,” you paused, “He’s everything to Chris. I know he’s upset by it.”
“It can be just a day,” Lisa said, “Let’s ease into it.”
But as the night went on, River was still adamant on not being in anyone’s arms but yours.
Some might think that that was supposed to be assuring to Chris, but he wasn’t River’s uncle or nephew or niece—he was his dad.
“I’m going outside for some air,” Chris said quietly to you.
“But it’s cold outside,” you looked at him, watching as he only squeezed your arm before standing and walking away.
“He’s upset upset,” Scott said.
“He has every right to,” you said quietly before looking at River who was sat on your lap, “Can you not be so stubborn?”
“Maybe Chris can play with him or something,” your younger sister suggested, “Hold his giraffe?”
You nodded, “I’ll tell him when he’s back.”
“I’d offer to take Riv so you can check on Chris but your baby’s being a sticking gum and will cry out,” Scott joked.
You chuckled, “I’ll wait for him,” you said, “I don’t want to see any full pudding plates,” you pointed, changing the topic.
It was only 10 minutes later when Chris came back and plopped beside you, giving you a side smile when you placed your hand on his leg and looked at him.
He leaned toward you, pressing his lips to your temple in an assuring kiss before tapping your thigh.
“Maddie suggested you play with him,” you told him quietly.
“Let’s just get the night over with.”
“No, you’re upset,” you stood your ground, “Get his giraffe,” you said, “Go on.”
Chris got up with a sigh and slumped shoulders, going away to fetch River’s plushie before he came back with the same defeated plop.
“Entertain him,” you smiled, turning River slightly on your lap so he got a better view of his dad.
“Hey, Rivvy.”
“Be more excited,” you instructed, laughing when Chris gave you a look, “Come on. You’re an actor. Put some respect to your name.”
Your families tried to not interrupt your moment, but everyone could only smile as they watched Chris put on a show with River.
“That’s a nice outfit, is that designer?” He asked in a different voice, moving the giraffe in his hand before he pressed it gently to River’s neck, making kissing noises that had your baby kicking his feet and giggling, arms wide.
“Is that your first Christmas? It’s mine, too!” Chris exclaimed, reaching one hand to softly wiggle his fingers on River’s round belly, the three of you laughing together. Chris handed the giraffe plushie to River, whose grip was instantly on the giraffe’s leg, holding on to it as he gazed at Chris.
Chris was nervous as you slowly and carefully handed River over, his hands instantly going to hold him against his lap before he slouched lower on the couch, letting River lie on his chest.
Sure enough, River remained calm.
You grinned, raising both arms up, “I’m free!” You joked, everyone laughing along.
Chris reached one hand to your back, rubbing it as everyone got into their own conversations. You looked at him, falling back on the couch beside him, slouched and smiling.
“Thank you,” he said quietly.
You only smiled before leaning forward, pressing your lips to his in a short kiss.
“It really was a clingy type of day, huh?” Chris asked his babbling son.
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Planet Evans Universe Masterlist
Following the life of overprotective!dad!Chris x wife!actress!reader!
Disclaimer: You can get to enjoy the one shots/blurbs as stand-alones without knowing the background of the universe but for a full experience, check out the tag! Happy reading. x
Planet Evans Universe Tag
Planet Evans Timeline | pe!reader’s Wikipedia Page | pe!reader's Dating History | Social Media tag | Blurbs tag
One Shots
2014
How We Met - In which Chris was a nervous mess when he met his A+ list celebrity crush, highest-paid, and the most iconic actress, you, at Vanity Fair’s 2014 after party.
2015
Go on a Date With Me - How Chris asked you out on a date.
First Kiss - Teasing led to your first kiss.
Chris' Birthday - First birthday to celebrate together.
2016
Anxious - Chris didn't know that getting drunk would trigger you.
Scared - Seeing you with your co-star, Andrew Garfield, didn’t just make Chris jealous. it made him scared.
2017
Pregnancy Scare - The one where your period was late.
Graduation - Chris talks about attending pe!reader's graduation on Jimmy Kimmel's.
2018
Get Out of Here - Security didn't believe Chris was your fiance when visiting you on set.
2019
Cheating Rumors - Things looked bad during the Knives Out press tour for Chris.
2020
Glambot - pe!reader and Chris pose for the Oscars' glambot.
Buzzcut - Chris posts a video on Instagram of pe!reader giving him a buzzcut during quarantine.
2021
Getting Ready with Vogue - Vogue posts Chris and y/n y/l/n-evans getting ready for 2021 Oscars.
Actors on Actors - Married and in love, you and Chris do Variety’s Actors on Actors interview together.
2022
Celebrities fangirling over y/n y/l/n for 18 minutes straight - Being one of the most globally famous, a-list actresses meant that you were always the talk of other celebrities and shows, and a fan compiles some of these times in one YouTube video.
Your Comfort - Chris can’t help but feel overprotective over his pregnant wife.
Coffee and Bagel - Pregnant, you and Chris get swarmed by paps and Chris loses his shit when you almost trip.
Bagel Secured - Chris would do anything to get you your bagel.
Loving on Live - A few months before River’s birth, you and Chris went live on Instagram as you cooked, reminiscing some memories and making the world freak out over watching their favorite couple.
Sexiest Man Alive - In which Chris is 2022’s Sexiest Man Alive, he can’t stop talking about you and your son, and you already know.
Oprah Winfrey Interview - As one of the most famous actresses in the world, fans watch your tell-all interview with Oprah Winfrey which Chris joins.
TikTok - A fan posts a TikTok edit of pe!reader and Chris.
The Kids as Babies
River - In which you gave birth and Chris is an emotional mess.
Clingy - In which your baby, River, is clingy to you and Chris is upset.
The Kids as Toddlers
Christmas Bliss - With 4 kids, Christmas is emotional and everything but boring.
Blurbs
Overprotective - pe!reader talks about overprotective!Chris in a Jimmy Fallon interview.
The Grey Man Premiere - Pregnant pe!reader attends The Gray Man premiere.
Morning Baby Bump Cuddles - Dodger likes to cuddle pe!reader’s bump every morning.
Hormones - Chris is understanding to pe!reader’s (lonely) hormones.
Wedding Ring - pe!reader feels a little off about Chris not wearing his wedding ring (early marriage period).
Magic Number - pe!reader has been with less people than Chris and he wishes he'd waited.
FaceTime - After tiring press interviews, Chris can't help but sleep during his and pe!reader's facetime and feels bad about it.
Cast Was Great - pe!reader gets asked about her thoughts on The Gray Man in an online interview.
Always Right - When chris gets insecure about pe!reader liking Henry Cavill's mustache.
My Mind & Me - pe!reader in Selena Gomez's documentary.
Do You Love Me? - pe!reader asks Chris if he loves her but he doesn't give her the answer she wants.
Stuck - Chris feels bad about being known for Captain America only and pe!reader assures him.
chris's gifs with dodger. that's the blurb.
Confession - pe!reader admits she didn't know Chris' name when she first met him.
Teenage Crush - James McAvoy finds out that pe!reader had a crush on him when filming atonement for the first time.
Triggered - pe!reader gets triggered by Chris' drinking early on in the relationship.
Full Course Meal - pe!reader knows how to make Chris' bad day better.
Leaked - Chris leaks pictures of himself and pe!reader.
Amy Dune - pe!reader gets asked about Amy Dune as a role model at a press junket.
Shots - River gets his shots a 3 months.
Avatar 2's Dolphin Show - Articles about pe!reader being upset over her movie's press involving animal cruelty.
Rules - Just pe!reader and Chris being flirty on their yacht.
Date Night - pe!reader and Chris have a date night after River is asleep and Chris goes down on his knees for her.
Other Plans - Seeing pe!reader dressed up makes Chris go feral enough to cancel her plans himself.
Cop 'Stache - pe!reader reacts to Chris' 2018 mustache and haircut.
Dior - Dior names a bag after pe!reader.
Butterfly - Chris says why he thinks pe!reader's spirit animal is a butterfly on Jimmy Fallon's.
One and Only - Adele talking about pe!reader at her concert.
Time - pe!reader being flirty with Chris.
Necklace - Chris gets pe!reader a butterfly necklace.
Family Gossip - The family of 6 like a good gossiping session in the kitchen.
Gossip Circle - The men in the family feel left out of pe!reader and B's gossip circle.
That Look - Chris gets confident and cocky when he's jealous.
Jealous - A jealous pe!reader makes an appearance.
Tattoos - People magazine write about Chris' tattoos.
Tiny Mic - pe!reader and Chris react to a tiny mic on the red carpet.
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Christmas Bliss
Word Count: 2.9k
Category: pure fluff. like nauseatingly sweet
Warning: nothing
Summary: With 4 kids, Christmas is emotional and everything but boring.
a/n: can be read with no prior knowledge of Planet Evans.
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It was almost against all scientific rules and theories how each kid’s of Chris’ and Y/N’s 4 kids had woken up in the same minute.
Almost 11-year-old River grinned, face beaming at the sight of his siblings standing in the hallway and in front of the bathroom.
“Merry Christmas!” He put both arms up, being the happy kid that he was as he approached his second brother--Louie Jack Evans.
Louie, even at 7 AM in the morning had a mischievous grin to his face, eyes glistening with excitement as he hugged his older brother, “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, Riv,” the third oldest son and brother giggled--Rowan Jett Evans. Rowan had his arms wrapped around their 4-year-old sister who clutched to her bluebird plushie.
He giggled when River wrapped his arms around him in a hug.
“Merry Christmas, Birdie,” River almost cooed, something that he seemed to always do when it came to his sister-- Birdie Jeane Evans.
“Merry Christmas,” Birdie giggled, “We’ll wake Mommy and Daddy?”
“No, we have to brush our teeth first,” River said.
The kids, plus Dodger and Pam, were all in the bathroom, with Louie standing on the stool and putting toothpaste on all their toothbrushes before they all started brushing their teeth, giggling and laughing at faces Rowan was pulling.
“B, are you done?” Louie asked Birdie before hopping off the stool for her, and trying to carry her to stand on the stool before helping her rinse her mouth.
“I have to pee,” Birdie said.
“Me, too,” Rowan said.
Louie groaned, “We have to wake Mommy and Daddy.”
“I’ll be quick!” Rowan said.
“Let B go first,” River said.
“I’ll use the other bathroom,” Rowan said before zooming past them, all kids seemingly on a mission to be quick so they could wake their parents up.
“B, do you need Mommy’s help?” Louie asked from outside the door after going outside so she could pee.
“No, I’m a big girl!”
River giggled, Louie rolling his eyes with a smile—an action he saw his uncle Scott do too often.
It wasn’t long before the 4 kids were outside their parents’ door, River’s hand on the doorknob before he knocked.
“Just open it,” Louie whispered.
“That’s wrong.”
“It’s a surprise,” Louie argued before opening the door and instantly running inside which seemed to urge Rowan and Birdie to do the same while River made sure Dodger and Pam walked inside.
“Mommy! Daddy!”
“It’s Christmas!”
“Wake up!”
“Daddy! Wake up!”
Years ago, if someone had woken up Y/N and Chris, they would’ve groaned and thrown a tantrum even worse than any of their kids’, but it was almost impossible when they were woken up by any of them—better yet when they were woken up by all 4.
“Jesus,” Chris squinted, a smile already on his face as his youngest and only daughter sprawled on his chest, his arms going around her carefully as to not suffocate her.
“Wake up, it’s Christmas,” Louie said from between both parents.
Y/N chuckled, hand rubbing her eyes while the other reached up to brush back River’s hair who instantly lied on her, wrapping his arms around his mom.
“It can still be Christmas in two hours,” she teased.
“No, it won’t,” Louie teased back, “It’ll be Halloween.”
While his siblings giggled, he did as well when Y/N reached to wiggle her fingers onto his side.
“Did Santa come?” Birdie asked, eyes big as she looked back and forth at her dad and mom.
“Let’s see,” Chris said, “But can we please wash our teeth first at least?”
“Did you brush your teeth?” Y/N asked them.
They all nodded, Rowan choosing to flash his teeth with a wide smile at his mom, “Fresh and clean,” he repeated the words he had heard his dad say countless of times.
“Can we have pancakes?” Rowan asked.
“We can,” Chris smiled.
“But-But can Mommy make them? Daddy’s pancakes are salty,” Birdie said.
Y/N burst out laughing, looking at her husband who gave their youngest a shocked face, “That was one time!” He argued.
“I’ll help,” Louie said.
Out of all 4 kids, Lou was always the most excited to help and cook in the kitchen. Chris and Y/N were both insistent on making all their kids start learning and cooking early in the kitchen, so much that the kitchen in every house Chris and Y/N owned has its own mini kitchen for the kids.
“Alright, wait here. We’ll go brush our teeth and then we’ll all go down together, okay?” Y/N asked before pressing a kiss to River’s head before he rolled over as to not be lying on her.
Chris and Y/N walked to their ensuite, closing the door behind them before he wrapped his arms around his wife, nuzzling his head in her neck and making her giggle and squirm when he peppered kisses to her neck.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” she said, wrapping her arms around him.
“Merry Christmas,” he said quietly, a contented smile on his face as he looked at her, moving his hands to brush her hair back before cupping her face, guiding her to him so he can press a kiss to her cheek, knowing she didn’t like kissing before they brushed their teeth.
They brushed their teeth and washed their faces together, both being giggly and smiley as they did, with Chris reaching to tickle her side every moment.
It was after the moment they dried their hands and faces that Chris grabbed his wife, placing his lips to hers in a slow kiss.
“Good morning,” she whispered, and it was crazy to Chris how even after so many years of being together, with kids and pets, she still made him week.
“Good morning,” he repeated.
“We need to go out before they start getting impatient.”
He hummed, leaning to capture her lips in a kiss one more time, sliding his hands south and making her break the kiss with a laugh to hold his hands.
“You thought.”
“Can’t even love on my wife anymore,” Chris joked, chuckling when she rolled her eyes at him.
The family of 6 were soon out the door of the room, Rowan and Birdie almost squealing as they walked down the stairs and toward the gigantic Christmas tree.
Louie held Y/N’s hand, being the most nonchalant out of all kids.
“He ate the cookies! Daddy, he ate the cookies!”
It wasn’t the first year that they hear the same exact sentence, but Y/N and Chris still chuckled and giggled, always remembering how it was them who did the prior night and she always left it to Chris to drink what’s left of the cup of milk.
“Wow!” Chris gasped.
The parents were then seated on the couch, Chris’ arm on his wife’s shoulder as her body was leaning toward him, hand on his thigh.
“Can we open the presents?” River asked.
“Go ahead, baby,” she smiled.
All 4 kids got to work the moment they got their neatly wrapped presents with their names.
Chris and Y/N always got each kid one gift for Christmas, knowing that their families and friends were already always going above and beyond for all the kids and the last thing they wanted was for their kids to be spoiled. It wasn’t a surprise that each kid was raised to be grateful for any gift they received because despite Y/N being one of the youngest billionaires, with Oscars and Golden Globes under her belt, and a top successful skin care brand, she knew she wanted her kids to anticipate their gifts and earn them because it made the moment they did worthwhile.
Chris and Y/N were also parents who cared about their kids playing with actual toys instead of virtual ones. They cared about engaging their kids in activities that either had them just having fun, getting dirty, or stimulating their minds enough to have them get creative and smart. It was no secret that all their kids were ones with countless core memories, even some scars and bruises, but they never held back from getting excited over a toy or one big jump in muddy water from the rain.
“Woooooow!” Birdie was the first to exclaim, eyes wide as she held the box of Magic Mixie toy. She instantly ran to Y/N, putting the toy on her lap, “What is it?”
Chris was quick to get his phone out, recording his wife and daughter.
“You do some magic,” Y/N said, pointing at the box, “And a toy gets out!”
“That’s so cool!” Rowan exclaimed, looking at his sister’s toy before looking at her.
Birdie clutched the box to her body, letting out a squeal of excitement as she jumped in her spot, making them all laugh before she put the box down, throwing her arms around her mom’s legs, “Thank you, Mommy,” she said, quickly moving to Chris, “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, baby,” Chris said, lifting her up by one hand and kissing her chubby cheek.
Louie was next to open his, excited to see what his gift for the year was.
Staring back at him was a portable record player.
“Is this-“ He gasped, looking up at his mom and dad, “Is this a player? Like Mommy’s?”
“You get to get your own vinyls now,” Y/N said, heart thumping at how emotional her second oldest looked—something that wasn’t very usual, but she knew how big he was on music and what just really pushed his buttons just right.
“This is the best gift ever,” he said in awe, looking at his record player before standing, moving quickly with open arms to hug his parents, “I love you, Mommy.”
“I love you,” she repeated, cupping his face before kissing his cheek.
“I love you, too, Daddy. Thank you,” Lou said, hugging Chris, “Can we get vinyls soon?”
“We can, buddy,” Chris assured, “I love you, too.”
“Me next!” Rowan exclaimed, already opening his gift before letting out a gasp, “Treasure X?!”
All his siblings were grinning, looking at Rowan as he gazed at his gift in shock, all knowing his love of the brand.
“Is that a dino?” River asked, peeking, “Woooow!”
Rowan, being the loudest of them all, stood with his toy box up as he let out a shout of triumph.
“Jesus, Ro,” Lou muttered with a chuckle.
“He’s excited,” River giggled, “Come on, hug Mommy and Daddy already, I want to open mine!”
Rowan was quick to hug Chris and Y/N, not letting go of his new toy.
River was careful with his gift, trying not to tear the wrapping paper as much as he did because he thought the snowmen on the paper looked nice.
Out of all 4 kids, River was the most emotional, so it was no surprise when his eyes got tearful at the sight of the small film camera.
“Awww no, baby,” Y/N cooed, getting off the couch and on the floor to her oldest, who silently cried against her chest, her hand on his hair and the other wrapped around him.
“I love it,” he said.
“Mommy and I figured you needed an upgrade,” Chris said with a smile, feeling emotional himself at the sight.
River was into photography ever since he was even younger, and it was something that their families, friends, fans and everyone else knew because of the many pictures of Chris and Y/N posted that had:
“Pic credits: River 📸”
And it was even more admirable how he always managed to take incredible pictures of his family and friends, so when River had talked to Eliza, the photographer on one of Y/N’s skin care brand, Bare’s photoshoots about film photography, it was the only thing he had been talking about and researching on.
"It has film inside," Chris said.
"You want to take a picture?" Y/N asked gently.
River nodded, sniffling as he wiped his cheeks before opening the box.
Y/N and Chris were seated beside each other, Birdie on Chris' lap, Rowan in the middle, and Louie on the other side of Y/N, scooted into her side with her arm around him.
"Say cheese!" River instructed, the rest repeating as he took a picture.
"Alright now one with you in it," Chris said, "Come on, I can take it."
It was then Y/N's turn for Birdie to be sitting on her lap, the resemblance being one for the books. River hurried to sit where his dad was sitting, already grinning as he leaned toward Y/N.
That time, River grinned, Birdie gave a grin with her nose scrunched and her eyes closed--an expression that everyone swore she got from Y/N who was famous for it ever since she was a kid herself--Rowan sticking his tongue out with wide eyes, and Lou choosing to pucker his lips while flexing his arm. Chris managed to catch his wife mid-laugh, a state that wasn't rare or unusual around the home they created.
"Think we can take one like," Chris turned, stretching his arm out so he could get himself in the picture, "I'll look like a toad but."
And with that, Chris, and like his third son, stuck a tongue out, while Rowan copied him yet again, River wrapped his arms around Y/N's neck from the side as he grinned, Birdie threw up a peace sign, and Lou gave a cheeky wink with puckered lips.
It wasn't any later before all the siblings looked at each other, seemingly on in a secret agreement before they all ran upstairs, leaving Chris and Y/N confused.
"What's going on?" Chris asked.
"I never know what to expect," Y/N said.
Despite the fact the very badly-wrapped present wasn't at all big, all 4 kids held it together as they carefully walked down the stairs, with Rowan being at the front, his finger only touching the present.
"We got you a gift!" He exclaimed.
Chris let out a loud laugh in pure glee, a hand to his heart while his wife mirrored the action, a hand to her heart and a pout on her face.
"Open it!" Birdie urged after they put on the floor.
Chris and Y/N got on the floor as River hurried to his camera, standing in the perfect position to get the shot.
The wrapping paper was taped to suffocation, making both Y/N and Chris have a hard time opening it. From the feeling of it, it wasn't deniable that it was a frame so neither were surprised when they managed to peel the wrapped paper and found a framed picture.
Staring right back at them was a picture frame that had colorful hand prints all around a picture--the picture was one that River had taken on his digital camera that Y/N's best friend, Dakota Johnson, and River's godmother had gifted him two years ago.
It was of Chris and Y/N on the couch, Y/N on Chris' lap with one arm wrapped around him as she smiled to the camera, while Chris had a grin as he looked up at her.
"This is my hand," Rowan giggled, pointing at a blue-painted hand print.
"That's me!" Birdie pointed at the yellow one.
"That's obviously me," Lou pointed at the green.
"And me," River pointed at the blue, "Blue because I'm River."
Both Y/N and Chris were tearful as they looked at the picture, her head leaning to her husband's shoulder as they both gazed at it.
"This is the best," Chris sniffled, "Come here, all of you."
The group hug wasn't suffocating because if there was anything that all the kids and their parents agreed on, is that they had a family that never suffocated them--one that they would gladly hug at all times, even when Lou was making it a mission to give the tightest hugs.
"I love it," Y/N said, laughing slightly through her tears, "When did you make this?"
"At Grandma Liz's last week," Lou said.
"That's why why we had colors on our clothes," River giggled.
"Thank you, all of you," Chris said, "It's really nice of you to make something for Mommy and I."
Y/N nodded, "We really appreciate the effort you all put into this," she said.
And then it wasn't any later before the family of 6 was in the kitchen, loud with laughter and chatter as they made pancakes and danced to Christmas songs like they always did.
"Lou, slow down," Y/N said as they ate.
Chris was seemingly in a daze as he looked around, taking in the sight of his wife and their 4 kids, smiling through Lou talking about all the songs he wanted to listen to on his record player, his siblings adding songs of their own that they wanted to listen to on his player.
Already seated beside his wife because they were that couple that liked to sit beside each other, Chris still leaned toward her, one hand to her waist as the kids talked and talked. He have her waist a slight squeeze, getting her attention.
She hummed, smiling as she looked at him.
"I love you," Chris said.
She smiled, skin feeling hot because even after all these years, the effect they had on one another wasn't one that perished, but seemingly only grew more intense and wholesome.
"I love you," she repeated.
"Gimme a kiss," he smiled, already looking at her lips.
She leaned, pressing her lips to his in a soft kiss.
It was because all 4 kids were used to witnessing their parents being affectionate toward one another that none of them commented, not even fazed by the simple gesture of love shared, and instead, continued to talk about their Christmas gifts.
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Oprah Winfrey Interview
Word Count: 7k
Category: angst, fluff
Warning: Mentions of parental abuse, mentions of physical and emotional abuse, brief mentions of drug use.
Summary: As one of the most famous actresses in the world, fans watch Y/N Y/L/N-Evans’ tell-all interview with Oprah Winfrey which Chris joins.
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Fans all over the world never expected it.
While everyone knew your name from the youngest age to the oldest from all across the globe, it was a rare sighting for you to be seen in an interview and people gathered as much with all their favorite A-list celebrities being lowkey about that sort of media and marketing. Instead, they usually basked in all the content they could get from press junkets from your movies or the very few premieres you attended, or the big, prestigious award shows you went to–and none was the case for the longest time after you had hit the 4th month mark on your pregnancy, and all the way until you had your baby, River.
So when an hour-long episode from Oprah dropped where you gave a tell-all, and with Chris, people freaked out before even watching it.
Sure, seeing you in interviews was rare, but seeing you and Chris in the same interview? That had never been done before except for your Actors on Actors one.
Even though Chris always loved to praise you and tell some cute, funny stories about you that always started with “my wife”, you were still a very private couple whose smallest interaction on social media or the blurriest pap photo sent the world into a frenzy.
It was especially exciting that the episode was aired after you had given birth to your first baby, River, and while fans wondered if they would ever see his face, they knew that the chances were slim.
“And the Oscar goes to Y/N Y/L/N!” The episode began with the 2011 Oscars, showing a clip of a younger you, tearful eyes looking up in shock as everyone around you stood up with applause.
“The Oscar for best actress goes to,” pause, “Y/N Y/L/N!” Again, with a reverbed sound and another clip of you again, eyes closed with a smile and a hand to your heart as again, everyone was on their feet with applause.
“This year’s Oscar goes to,” a beat, “Y/N Y/L/N for Promising Young Woman!” But that time, you were shown as you smiled and stood up, instantly turning as your husband, Chris, pressed his lips to yours while your hands cupped his cheeks.
“And I tell them, Y/N Y/L/N is the youngest and highest-paid actress in the world right now, she’s unstoppable,” a voice said over a clip of you at 15 years old, smiling as you stood on a red carpet.
“She’s an enigma,” another said, “She’s truly this generation’s icon,” was said over another clip of you at
“This kid does a little bit of everything. She’s going to be the biggest actress in the world and I just know it.”
“Y/N Y/L/N’s dad came forward with some serious accusations,” a host’s voice was heard as it showed paparazzi pictures of your head hidden in Chris’s chest, and although your face wasn’t shown, it was obvious that you were crying, especially from Chris’s hold on you and deep frown on his face.
“Who is Y/N Y/L/N’s father and why do we not know much about him?”
A clip of you at Emmy’s was then shown, holding the award in your hand, “This is to all the women in my family line. I’m right here because of you. I’m right here for you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
The screen faded into black before it showed Oprah standing, vast greenery behind and around her as she stood by a chair in yours and Chris’s farmhouse’s garden.
A smile was on her face as she had her arms opened, looking to the side before you came in view.
Your hair was naturally down, the front of it loosely held by a tiny hair clip at the back. Clad in a short-sleeved, brown, soft shirt that was tucked into beige pants where a black belt shone with its gold buckle and black Gucci mules on your feet.
“You look so beautiful,” Oprah said as you hugged.
“You do,” you said, softly rubbing her back before pulling away, a smile on your face, “It’s been so long.”
“Too long,” she said, “What? 8 years?”
“Right?” You chuckled a little with a shake of your head, leaning forward to give her a hug again.
“Thank you for doing this with me,” Oprah said.
You adjusted your gold herringbone necklace around your neck that Chris had gotten you years ago before you motioned towards the comfortable chair for Oprah, before you sat on the couch.
“I know you normally don’t do interviews,” she said.
You chuckled with a slight nod, “Yeah, yeah, it’s been long. There’s the occasional talks with Jimmy Fallon.”
“He makes everyone feel comfortable, doesn’t he?”
“Jimmy is incredible,” you nodded, “Never has any pressuring questions, never puts you in the spot, he’s just—he’s very humane,” you put a hand to your heart.
“He truly is,” Oprah agreed, “I’m flattered that you trust me with this, Y/N,” she said, “You trust me with your story, your house—your house is so beautiful,” she enunciated, “Is it all your doing?”
You shook your head, “No, Chris and I were both so involved. It’s ours,” you laughed lightly, “There’s him in every corner, there’s me in every corner. It’s just so us.”
“This is where you come for solitude?”
You nodded, “This is where we feel like—like everything’s okay, or will be. It’s quiet, it’s like a breather. It was actually especially useful during quarantine.”
“You had your quarantine here?”
You nodded, “We stayed in Boston for some time but then decided to come out here for a while then ended up staying months,” you said, “It’s when we grew most of our fruits and vegetables,” you beamed.
“You-That’s amazing,” Oprah mused, “What fruits and vegetables have you managed to grow? Because they can be quite the hassle these things. It’s not all easy.”
“We grew bell peppers first then blueberries, tomatoes, strawberries, tangerines, lettuce, radishes,” you listed, “A lot of things-we grew a lot of things,” you laughed.
“That’s such an amazing hobby. It’s a healthy hobby,” she pointed with a small laugh, “Oh my God,” she put a hand to her head before moving it to her heart, “God, I’m so sorry, how could I not start by congratulating you on your baby?”
You laughed shyly, “No, you’re good.”
“I’m so sorry,” she repeated, her motherly eyes staring at you, “River.”
“River,” you repeated with a nod and a soft smile.
“That’s such a beautiful name. River Jude Evans, is it?”
You nodded, “Yeah, yeah, right.”
“Of course I have to ask about the story. A lot of people have been saying you named him after the late-the incredible, River Jude Phoenix. Did you, really?”
You nodded, “Yeah,” you confirmed, “Chris and I are all about nature. So we knew we wanted a name that impersonated that, that gave life to our connection like that because we knew that our baby is just-that’s the product of so many years of love, of similarities, and-just, the flowing of our relationship,” you said, “So we were talking one night, we were coming up with names and coincidentally Stand By Me was playing, the movie,” you smiled, recalling the memory, “So we were talking, choosing, excluding, then it was during that part where Gordie was asking Chris in the movie if he was weird,”
“Chris was River Phoenix,” Oprah smiled.
“Chris was River Phoenix,” you pointed with a nod, “And he was like ‘yeah, you’re weird. Everyone’s weird’ and my husband and I were just giggling and smiling at that part because it’s one of our favorites,” you said, “Then it just,” you snapped your fingers, “Clicked. Suddenly naming our baby River really clicked because I have had this indescribable connection to River Phoenix ever since I was just a kid,” you pointed at yourself, “My mom absolutely adored him, to the point where you’d think he was my brother and it was-it was especially heartbreaking when he passed. So in a way, I felt like-we felt like we wanted to do this for him and for us,” you smiled slightly, “So we met up with Joaquin and we told him about it and it was-it was such an emotional day.”
“I love that you decided to take Joaquin’s consent,” Oprah said, “That you thought about him before making the decision.”
You nodded, “It was important to us. He was very supportive of it, and he was-he’s been very lovely with River.”
“They met?”
“He met River, yeah,” you nodded, “Just recently actually. He’s an extraordinary man.”
Oprah nodded, a smile on her face as she listened to you talk, “How did your mother take the news?”
“The pregnancy?”
“And the name choice.”
“Oh Gosh, my mom was a wreck,” you laughed, “She still is. She can’t believe she’s a grandma.”
“Can imagine. It’s a big feeling.”
“It is, it is. She’s just-she was so emotional. I think-I think having a grandson was something her mind didn’t allow her to even think about.”
“Why’s that?”
You sucked in a breath, “In a way, it feels like-like someone shaking your shoulders. Or it’s like someone telling you that this is now your reality. This is your life. Your daughter found love, she built a home, she’s having a family, and that’s all because you made it out of a tiresome, and an absolutely dark place.”
Oprah nodded, her pointer against her temple.
“My mom has her moments of surprise still because she endured so much,” you said, “And I think that it’s not just River that is now a reminder that she endured so much for me to reach that part of my life, but I think it’s Chris too.”
Oprah hummed, eyes soft, “Seeing you in love, with your own family.”
You nodded, “Exactly.”
“How was that like? How was life like back then for her? For you with your father?”
You took a breath in, looking up for less than a second, “It was rough,” you muttered, “I remember the first time I realized that the relationship I saw as a kid, back at home, wasn’t normal was in school. I think I was six years old,” you frowned, “And I mentioned something in front of a teacher about how it was normal for dads to hit their wives and daughters because to me, that was normal. That was the usual. I didn’t know that you shouldn’t fear your fathers like that, that-that the relationship you have with your dad shouldn’t be built on whether or not you’re going to get pushed,” you said, “But I grew up hearing my mom cry out more than, maybe sing and that-I thought that was normal.”
“Was he both physically and emotionally abusive?”
“And everything in between,” you said, “In my entire life, I’ve only really talked about it all twice. Once with a therapist when I was, maybe twelve years old and then another to Chris. It’s hard to think about sometimes so I just-the words get stuck. I’ve seen-I’ve seen things I wish can erase, heard things I wish I never did.”
Oprah nodded sympathetically, “Was it always like that?”
“In a way, yes. Um, it was scary at first because they loved each other at first. He was Mom’s neighbor, she fell for that-that bad boy next-door neighbor then they got married. It wasn’t always physical but it got physical when he first cheated on her,” you told, “And my mom was pregnant with me at the time and they had moved away from the city. She was-she was so in love with him, had the whole ‘I can fix him’ mindset and decided to stay because she wanted me to have a present father in my life. She felt like if she left, she’d be the reason behind me not having a normal home,” you said, “So it got physical with pushing, shoving, but it didn’t escalate until I was maybe one year old, or two. And that’s-that was beside the things she had to listen to, the shouting, everything.”
The screen changed to a picture of you and your Mom from when you were four years old, sitting on her lap as you grinned to the camera as she sat on grass, soft eyes looking at you with a smile.
“What about your family? Did she not tell anyone?”
The screen then went back to you and Oprah.
You shook your head, “He didn’t allow my Mom to see her family.”
“Oh my God.”
You nodded, “And we were away from them so it wasn’t the easiest when it came to visits but she was so scared when they did that they thought it was her who wanted to cut ties with them and they were so heartbroken,” you said, “They tried to help a few times. Ask if he had anything to do with it but my Mom just denied every time.”
Oprah nodded, “She had no one.”
“No one,” you nodded, “He made her feel so small, so-so weak. I always get so defensive and just-so angry and emotional when there’s a conversation about a toxic relationship, or an abusive relationship and someone’s like “Well, why can’t she just leave?”” You said, “Because it’s never that easy.”
The screen changed to wedding picture of your Mom and Dad, her in a dress with a happy smile while he smirked, his hands on her waist as she held on to her bouquet of flowers.
“So many layers.”
It then changed back to you.
You nodded, “You hold on to things that aren’t there and your self-esteem is nonexistent. He made her feel like she wouldn’t survive a day without him.”
“But she did,” Oprah smiled softly, leaning forward to rest her hand on yours.
You nodded, a small smile on your face.
“When did it stop? When did she decide that enough was enough?”
“I was about eight years old and I started getting into theatre,” you said, “My Mom used to help sneak me out and to the theatre, come up with lies and excuses because he never wanted me-he never wanted anybody to do something that he didn’t like. I had this theatre instructor, Mrs. Lowe, that became friends with my Mom and she was her only friend. At some point, she knew about how things were at home and she tried convincing my Mom that she’d call the cops for her and all but my Mom was scared,” you moved your hand as you talked, looking at Oprah, “So there was this opportunity to play Annie in New York and Mrs. Lowe was travelling there because she got an opportunity there. She reached out to my Mom and-to this day, I don’t know how she managed to convince her but the next thing I know is that my clothes and my Mom’s clothes are in a duffel bag and we’re travelling with Mrs. Lowe.”
“Without telling him.”
“Without telling him,” you confirmed, “We just-we ran away. Mom had no contact with anyone from our family for so long, but she knew he was going crazy. I remember that-if I wasn’t waking up to the sound of her screaming from a nightmare, it was her waking me up because I had a nightmare,” you said, “I got the role as Annie and stayed with Mrs. Lowe for a year before my Mom got to afford this one-bedroom apartment, then the theatre decided to extend the broadway for two more years and they offered to pay for my education at this public school where some of the theatre kids went.”
The screen showed a picture of you as a kid on stage, mid-singing in your Annie costume before it changed to another one of you standing in line with a lot of other kids and people, the picture zooming to your beaming, childish face.
“And what about food? Clothes? Everyday necessities?”
“I got very little pay, but my Mom would still try to save up from it for my college and she gave me the rest to spend because she wanted me to be responsible with the money, so she always monitored that.”
It then went back to you.
“What did you end up getting with your money?”
“It wasn’t much, I always ended up getting us canned soup and crackers, really,” you chuckled, “Clothes were Mom’s doing. She learned to knit and sew, so my entire wardrobe was just all her doing.”
“God, Y/N,” Oprah breathed out, “When did she reach out to your family?”
“Right after I finished Annie in nineteen ninety-nine. She sent them a letter with Mrs. Lowe because she was going back to work on some papers, but she was terrified of going back with her,” you said, “At that point my Dad went all out. They rescued him a few times from overdosing, he lost all his money to drinking and drugs, all of which he had already began doing when I was two years old, but it just-it got worse. But my grandparents flew out to New York after Mrs. Lowe gave them the letter and they helped us out a lot.”
“Your Grandpa was there?”
You nodded, a small smile on your face, “Gramps was there, he was alive. My Grandma says it’s the heartbreak of what my Mom and I went through that just-because it was only six months after we reconnected that he-that he passed away.”
Oprah hummed, eyebrows furrowed, “And did it get better after that? Were your conditions better?”
“We got by,” you said, “It wasn’t until I was about twelve years old that my Mom didn’t really skip meals because she used to do that all the time–just to make sure we had enough food. But she works as a vet and it took her some time to be on her own and everything, but before that she had two jobs as an assistant nurse and would usually make these pretty dresses and sell them for kids,” you smiled slightly.
“Was it you that took your family to another place? Did you feel like you needed to act to get the money?”
“No,” you shook your head, “I never really thought much about where I’ll get with acting. I mean, I just knew I liked doing it and my Mom was always proud of the fact that I had that getaway with theatre, but she was very nervous and just–she wasn’t entirely okay with me pursuing acting because she knew the amount of pressure that is put on you, especially when you’re a child actor.”
“But was she supportive of it when you got your first role? It was for Spy Kids, wasn’t it?”
You nodded, “It was, yeah, and Mom was very supportive, just very protective and I think–I’m very thankful for her because whenever it felt like too much, she’d always pull me aside and just tell me that I can just leave if I want to and that nothing and no one is forcing me to do it. She’s always been laser-focused on my comfort.”
“Your Mom is a hero.”
“She is,” you sighed, “She really is.”
“How did you feel when she remarried? You were still young when she met your stepdad, right?”
“I was eighteen when they met, nineteen when they got married,” you nodded, “And–I felt scared for some time because I knew well what my Mom went through, and a huge part of me thought that nobody deserved her. She’s just–Like, she’s just too good for anyone, but Pops was–he’s an incredible man.”
The screen changed to a picture of you and your stepdad, Marshall, when you were older, looking twenty, as he was sitting on a bench, you standing behind him with your arms around his shoulder and head beside his while his hands held on to your arms as you grinned while he laughed.
“You call him Pops,” Oprah noted with a smile.
“He’s the closest I got to an actual father,” you said before the screen went back to you, “I called him by his name, Marshall, for some time then I remember one day–I think it was about two or three years later, I just called him Pops and it just–it stuck with us, with me,” you pointed at yourself, “Because it made so much sense.”
“How did that make him feel?”
“God,” you chuckled, looking up in thought, feeling your eyes grow tearful, “He cried like crazy,” you said, “We were all crying, really.”
Oprah’s soft smile was on her face, “Why did you never call him Dad? Why Pops?”
“I didn’t–I don’t have pleasant memories attached to the term,” you said, “It’s not like I can’t say it, or that I don’t want my kids calling Chris ‘Dad’, but I couldn’t use it myself. In some way, it felt like–Like, you know what? Let’s start over. You don’t need to be my Dad because I know how that one is like, you’re going to be my father but I’ll just call you Pops.”
Oprah hummed, “Was your family welcoming to Chris?” She asked, “I can imagine with a protective mom and father, and given the background, I just–I can’t imagine it was easy.”
“They were welcoming,” you nodded, “But they were so intimidating,” you chuckled slightly, “Chris didn’t meet my family right away. I think he met them like five or six months into the relationship and everyone was polite, they were friendly, but my Mom was just sitting there observing him, looking for the red flags,” you laughed, “And Pops was trying so hard to look all tough and scary, and–God, even my little sister, Madelyn, she was maybe seven years old or six, and she just interrogated him,” you laughed.
“Seven!”
The screen changed to a picture of you and your little half-sister, Madelyn, from when she was only a newborn as you cradled her in your arms when you were twenty-one years old before it changed to another recent picture as she stood in her swimming attire, a gold medal around her neck as you kissed her cheek before it went back to you.
You nodded, “Chris was sitting on the couch back home and she was in this big chair and she was just like “What are your intentions with my sister?””
“You’re kidding.”
“I’m not,” you laughed, “And I remember later that night, Chris was telling me about how it was Maddie he was worried from. It took her some time to warm up to him.”
“You’re like a family of protective women,” Oprah said, “It’s passed down.”
“Oh definitely,” you nodded, “We’re very protective of one another, of our family.”
“But I think Chris has that reputation about him, too, doesn’t he? That he’s so protective over you, especially when you were pregnant?”
A picture of you and Chris was then shown from years ago, your head to his chest as hugged him while his lips were on your head, eyes closed as he held onto you, before another picture from the Los Angeles premiere of The Gray Man was shown; you were both standing on the carpet, his hand on your big bump as he smiled at you while you smiled for the cameras.
The screen then changed to you.
“Oh, definitely. Definitely,” you nodded, “He’s overprotective and he was–he watched over me like a hawk during the pregnancy,” you chuckled, “But he was just so nervous and he’s–he’s quite the worrier, really. I did snap at him for it a few times too much, but I knew it only stemmed from a good place because–Chris has the biggest heart ever, he’s just constantly looking out for those around him.”
“You know it gave people some headlines,” Oprah said, looking at her iPad, “Chris Evans can’t trust wife Y/N Y/L/N with the baby,” she read, “Chris Evans attacked for constraining actress and wife Y/N Y/L/N.”
“We always think it’s funny when people get offended on our behalf,” you said, “You have a new father who’s actually just very attentive, very worried like all new dads, and you think he’s limiting me,” you shook your head, “It has nothing to do with trust. I know I trust Chris with my life and I know he does so, too,” you pointed at yourself.
“So you know about the articles?”
“We do, yeah,” you nodded, “There have always been questionable articles. At the end of the day, we just decide to move on and do what suits us best.”
“I’m proud of you,” Oprah said, “Well, we’ll go on a break then Chris will be joining us after.”
It wasn’t long before the interview was back on, Chris sitting beside you on the couch, the three of you having fresh pomegranate juice.
“I’ll just begin by saying this is the best juice I have ever had in my entire life,” she said as she pointed at the glass, “You made that?” She asked you.
You nodded, “It’s mostly the pomegranate that’s good. We take pride in it,” you put a hand on Chris’s arm.
“Organic and homemade,” he boasted before laughing.
Oprah hummed in contentment as she took a sip, “Sooo,” she dragged, looking at Chris, “Thanks for joining us.”
Chris smiled, “Thanks for having me,” he said, rubbing his hands on his thighs before sitting comfortably.
“You’ve been watching us from the side,” Oprah said.
Chris chuckled, nodding, “Yeah, yeah just lurking a bit.”
“First of all, congratulations,” Oprah beamed, “On the newest addition to your family. Y/N was telling me all about naming River earlier.”
“Yeah, thank you, thank you,” Chris smiled as he glanced at you, “Let’s hope he stays asleep for some time,” he joked, looking at the baby monitor on the table.
“How did you feel knowing that your baby is a boy? How was that like when you were looking at the ultrasound?”
“We actually decided to wait. We didn’t know he was a boy until Y/N was in labor,” Chris said, “To be honest, it felt–I don’t know, I mean, I still would’ve cried the same if we had a girl because it just didn’t matter to me. All I was asking for was a healthy baby, and a painless delivery for Y/N which wasn’t–it wasn’t exactly the case,” they all chuckled slightly, “And yeah–yeah, I was just so overwhelmed.”
“Did-Oh! Your dog is here,” Oprah clapped as Dodger appeared, instantly going to your side, “Dodger?”
“Yeah,” Chris beamed, “Hey, hey, buddy,” he excitedly exclaimed to his dog, reaching over to scratch his head while you petted his back.
“Doesn’t like missing out on anything,” you joked.
“You have a cat, too, don’t you?”
“Yeah, Pam,” you said.
“Queen Pam,” Chris said sarcastically.
“Stop that,” you laughed.
“Chris, are you a classic cat hater?” Oprah asked.
“No, I don’t hate cats, it’s just that Pam hates me. She absolutely despises me,” he said.
“So not true,” you shook your head with a smirk.
“It is,” Chris nodded.
“Uh oh, rivalry,” Oprah joked.
“Oh, absolutely. Absolutely,” Chris nodded again.
“You know, Y/N and I were just talking about her family welcoming you in their life and she was telling me about that interrogation her sister–Madelyn gave you.”
“Oh yeah,” Chris laughed, nodding, “I was already so scared. Just so nervous, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the fact that out of her mom and Marsh, it was Maddie that I needed to worry about.”
The three of you laughed, your eyes on your husband with a smile on your face as he then talked.
“No, but really, I think–I’ve always admired how protective Y/N’s family is of her because I realize where that stems from. I know how things were like and you can never really blame them for it.”
“Did your past with your biological father,” Oprah began, looking at you, “Did that affect the both of you? Did it affect your relationship?”
“Oh for sure, for sure,” you nodded, crossing one leg over the other. This time, it was Chris’ time to look at you, one elbow leaning on the armrest with his middle finger right under his bottom lip and pointer on his cheek. “I think it affected all my relationships, but with Chris–What I felt for Chris when we were first just seeing each other, it wasn’t something that I had ever felt and that was so scary to me,” you said, “It took me everything to try and just–to break that cycle of trauma and convince myself that not every man is my father,” Oprah hummed with a nod, “Chris is nothing like him. He’s not here to harm me, he’s not here to belittle me. That I’m worthy of love that is–that is actually genuine.”
Chris nodded to himself at the last bit, a soft smile on his face.
“And Chris, how was that like for you? I imagine things were not easy. That the process was slow and there were things you didn’t know that might have been triggering for Y/N.”
“Yeah, for sure,” he nodded, “Y/N’s very self-aware, like incredibly self-aware and she’s always been all about communication. So the process was slow, yeah, we took our time but I wasn’t complaining because I always knew this was something for life, you know?” He smiled slightly, “I knew this was worthwhile. That alright, we’re actually keeping each other for quite some time right there, and when you have that feeling about someone–when you have these feelings for them, you just want to make it work. You’ll wait for years even, you’ll do it.”
You smiled, very briefly resting your head on his shoulder before he wrapped an arm around you.
Oprah looked at you with soft eyes, tilting her head at the both of you.
“This is beautiful,” she said, “You know, I was thinking on my way here about how you both are like to the media,” she began, “Like the way you both are put in high regard but monitored so closely, yet you keep everything so private. It’s like what people know about you is what you want them to know.”
Chris nodded, looking at you and signaling you to reply.
“I think with our position, with our occupations, we want to keep so many parts to ourselves. Because when you’re all out there, when your arguments and daily rituals and everything else is just out in the open, it’s just–it’s no longer a relationship between you and your partner. It’s a relationship between you, your partner, and everyone with an opinion they feel needs to be shared and things get out of hand. Like, Chris and I could have an argument like every single couple out there, but the minute we go outside and either of us is looking a little angry or upset, it’s suddenly the end of the world,” you said, “Suddenly I’m labelled as undeserving of Chris, and he’s labelled as toxic. It doesn’t matter than nobody ever truly knows the context or what happened, everyone is just so quick with labels.”
“And we make up pretty quickly,” Chris said, “Like way quicker than the internet does. So we’d be doing pretty good, pretty well, but the internet and the media is still raving about possible divorce or breakups or anything of the matter.”
Oprah nodded, “You both have had your fair share of labels,” she said.
“Oh, definitely,” you chuckled.
“Y/N, you were very sexualized in the media, or just, in the industry at times, especially during your formative years which is very appalling to think about.”
You nodded.
“How did you manage to establish boundaries? Because as far as I know, before you stopped doing interviews in 2015, you were vocal about it. You were calling out predatory behavior in the industry against young actresses.”
“I think I actually lucked out with the people around me. I have people I trust that I have always gone back to for advice and rants, and it took me some time to realize that I don’t appreciate how my job, my performances, and my personality–everything was just thrown away and disregarded the moment I show some skin. Suddenly it’s all that everyone can talk about. Suddenly the reason behind my success is my body, and everyone is no longer interested in anything but what I eat, who I’m wearing, and shamelessly posting fantasies as if I’m not an actual human being,” you said, “And it’s the case with a lot a young actresses now, and has been the case for so long but the narrative is changing. As long as people actually talk about it, as long as they address it, then it’ll come to an end because you have so many actresses and models getting forced in-in absolutely sick relationships and situations, and taking on harmful diets, harmful beauty standards, and they’re suddenly looked at as something and not someone.”
Chris was nodding, arm still around you and hand on your arm, softly rubbing it up and down.
“Was there a moment when you called it all out and were threatened?”
“Of course,” you replied, “Things used to be even worse back then than they are now. So I expected the threats. I expected the talks about how I’m never going to make it further if I keep declining offers by predators and just–just people who should be locked up.”
Oprah blew out a breath, looking at Chris, “You have a tough one, don’t you?”
“Absolutely,” Chris replied with a proud smile, “I think–I believe this is what the industry needs. I think Y/N’s paving the way for a lot of young actresses, because it’s inspirational looking up to someone who recognizes their place and who can actually come forward and call people out for the things they do. She’s been through a lot,” he said, “So I’m never surprised that all her passions really come from a place of experience, from-from empathy.”
Oprah nodded, “God,” she hummed with a shake of her head, “There’s so much you went through, I know that,” she pointed at herself, “I imagine that’s one of the reasons why you’re overprotective,” she told Chris.
Chris chuckled a little, nodding, “I know Y/N can look out for herself, she’s an incredible woman. She can look out for an entire family but I just think she doesn’t need to do that,” he said, “I relate to her at how the feelings we felt for each other were just-they were new. It’s a sort of love that, to me, was unlike any other. So it just comes naturally to me,” he gave a shrug, “Worrying about her, thinking about her, especially if we’re apart, it’s out of my hands.”
“I imagine that was even doubled during the pregnancy.”
“Oh quadrupled even,” you joked with a laugh.
“Okay, okay, I wasn’t that bad,” Chris joked.
“I wasn’t there and even I know that’s a lie,” Oprah said.
“Alright maybe, maybe just a little,” he laughed.
“You hid the pregnancy for the first 6 months,” Oprah said, “How was that period like?”
“Quiet,” you said, looking at Chris.
“Quiet,” he repeated with a nod, “It was definitely great, honestly. Just keeping that to ourselves and to our close family and friends.”
“Everyone was wondering where you went,” Oprah told you.
You chuckled, “There were a lot of death rumors that time actually. Even though I posted some Instagram stories and tweets.”
“Somebody must be running Y/N’s account,” Chris joked.
“Conspiracy theories,” Oprah joined in on the joke, “I think the pregnancy announcement was one of the biggest announcements of the century, and I’m not even joking.”
“That’s on her,” Chris joked, tilting his head toward you.
“Chris was that ever scary to you? Being with someone like Y/N, she’s always been up there for the world,” she put a hand up, “Like a true female icon in the entertainment industry as whole.”
“Yeah, definitely,” he confessed, “When I first met her, it was back in 2014, I was already so starstruck because she’s always been an icon, just like you said. So the thought of us being together never really occurred to me, but when I really got to know her, you forget all about the fact that this is Y/N Y/L/N,” he said, “I think I’m not with just one version of Y/N though. I’m married to the icon, to the-the absolute legend, and I’m also married to the woman who prefers baking pies and making pasta from scratch over going all out and fancy, and I’m married to the woman who also likes feeling good, looking good, going out with friends or preparing a fancy date. I got over that shell–that layer people have when it comes to Y/N because it’s very dehumanizing,” he said, “Just like Y/N said really, it’s important that you stop looking at your idols as something and start looking at them as someone.”
Your eyes were tearful, smiling to yourself slightly as you looked down, listening to every word he said.
“That’s a really good point,” Oprah pointed out, “It’s very dehumanizing. I agree with you,” she said, “On a lighter note, how was it like in your life together during that time in 2019 when Chris’ journey with Marvel came to an end? Because I imagine that was very emotional.”
“God, yes,” you nodded, “Is that truly a lighter note?” You joked.
“It’s the lightest I can do,” Oprah joked.
Chris laughed, “No, really, really, it was very emotional because my journey as Cap was like-it was a comfort zone, so that ending was just a little turbulent. But going back home at the end of the day, or just-just circulating back to Y/N and my family gave me comfort during that time.”
“Comfort zone,” Oprah smiled.
“For sure,” he nodded, “I think we go beyond the comfort zone.”
“But he made a legacy with it, really,” you smiled at your husband before looking Oprah, “It’s such an iconic character for everyone.”
“Of course, who doesn’t know Steve Rogers as Captain America?” Oprah opened her arms, “But speaking of legacies, let’s switch to another route real quick,” she said, “Do you both think River will follow yours?”
You blew a breath out, Chris raising his eyebrows slightly.
“River can be whoever he wants to be,” you said, “There’s no pressure that he needs to be added to follow anybody’s footsteps.”
Chris nodded, “I think with River we’re really aware, and we’re really cautious to protect him from all that exposure for as long as we can, and for as long as he grows up to make the choice himself.”
“That’s really beautiful,” Oprah said, “I think you both are incredible parents.”
You and Chris both beamed, “Thank you,” Chris said, “Thank you, thank you.”
“I try,” you said, “I’ll always try.”
“Do you think you’re just one and done with children? Because I know you both are so family-oriented,” she said, “You like big families and that environment.”
“Definitely not one and done,” you laughed, “But there’s no rush. We’re just living life day by day right now. Just making sure River grows up in a nurturing household, with emotionally mature parents, most importantly.”
“Any bets on the first word?”
“It has to be Mama,” you joked.
“I have a feeling it’ll be Mama,” Chris laughed, “He’s a momma’s boy. He’s a huge momma’s boy.”
“Is that a broken heart I hear?” Oprah joked.
“Oh, definitely,” Chris joked along, laughing as he nodded, “How dare he!”
“I just hope his first word isn’t anything inappropriate,” you chuckled, “Chris, and Scott and my best friend, Jia, have a habit of cursing all the time so I hope he doesn’t catch any of that.”
“You should set some rules.”
“Rules were set,” you nodded, “Rules get broken,” you laughed, “They never do it intentionally, it’s just in their nature.”
“I never do it intentionally,” Chris said with a shake of his head, “I’ve been practicing though, for a while now.”
“You need to do that,” Oprah joked, “So,” she smiled, looking at you, “Your story has a happy ending?”
“Yeah,” you smiled, leaning slightly on Chris, “It does.”
“That’s because you both made it so,” she said.
Chris smiled, looking at you.
“How do you feel right now?” Oprah asked.
“Content,” you answered, “I’m happy with how my life is like now. I’m satisfied with it.”
“What about you, Chris?”
“Extremely grateful,” Chris answered, “This is everything I’ve always dreamed of, and-and I’m happy I get to share that with my wife. I honestly wouldn’t want it with anyone else.”
It wasn’t just you with tearful eyes, because so did Chris, but it was you who first wiped your cheek away with a small laugh.
Oprah smiled, “Any plans?”
“Just being a husband and a dad that my family needs, what they deserve,” Chris said.
You nodded slightly, “Just focusing on our family, really. And just-just really enjoying the moment with all the sleepless nights and everything that comes with it because I know it’ll all just pass by so quickly.”
Oprah nodded with a smile, “Well, thank you for sharing your story. Thank you for trusting me with your story. I can’t wait to see River, I can’t wait to see how the both of you will be like in a year, in two years, I’m excited for it.”
“Thank you so much,” you smiled, “I trust you the most with this.”
“We wouldn’t have had this any other way,” Chris said.
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Nova, how would it look like if our fav planet evans couple was used in this trend? 🥰🥰
Category: Fluff
Summary: A fan posts a TikTok trend that goes viral about Chris and his actress!wife.
Includes video & fan reactions.
A/N: Can be read independently with no background of Planet Evans.
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The internet has always been obsessed with you, and even more so with yours and Chris’ relationship. It was the expected result of bringing together the youngest most successful actress and businesswoman, and everyone’s celebrity crush and favorite, Chris Evans.
As one of the most famous married couples, TikTok edits were frequent to the point where your ship name’s hashtag had 102 billion views on the app.
Trends were quick and frequent as well, and it was no surprise that people always included their favorite couple in all trends, and November was no different.
One viral TikTok was getting shared around and commented on, making it gain 24.1 million views in two days, and even getting featured in celebrity articles.
fancreator: had to do this with the internet’s parents #shipname #ynylnevans #ynyln #chrisevans
A sped-up version of Here With Me by D4vd played as the TikTok included pictures that users could swipe through.
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user1: definition of a perfect relationship
user2: THE WAY I'M CRYING
user3: she really is a cat and he's a dog i'm crying
user4: "believes in him" "underestimates his talent" thanks now i'm crying😭
user5: they really complete each other🥹
user6: also y/n is shy and chris is loud LMFAOO
user7: LITERALLY THE HOTTEST AND BEST COUPLE
user8: the way 8 million people like this because this couple has us all in a choke hold
user9: SCREAMING CRYING RIPPING MY HAIR OUT
user10: the fact that they're now parents make me so emotional i love them sm
user11: somebody needs to show them this
↳ user12: you think y/n y/l/n cares about tiktok?
↳ user13: chris is an old man he won't get it bro 😭💀
↳ user14: chris would lit cry and y/n would get so shy
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Getting Ready with Vogue
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Category: Fluff
Warning: None
Summary: Vogue posts Chris and Y/N Y/L/N-Evans getting ready for 2021 Oscars.
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Y/N Y/L/N-Evans and Chris Evans Get Ready for the Oscars | Vogue
The five-minute video, now one with 62 million views, began with a cream colored door that opened, you and Chris in comfy clothes beaming at the camera.
“Hello, Vogue,” Chris said.
“Come get ready with us for the Oscars,” you beamed.
Upbeat music was added as the video shifted to show Chris sitting in a chair, his hair getting styled.
“Y/N’s nominated for best actress tonight. I’m so excited,” he said with a smile, “Don’t care if she actually wins the award or not, I’m so proud of her. It’s been a pretty-a pretty productive year for her.”
The video then shifted to your hand putting on a vinyl of Pastel Blues by Nina Simone, before showing your face, smiling as you gently swayed in your place, “I can never get ready without some music on,” you said, “For some reason I like playing Nina Simone when I’m getting ready for the Oscars,” you laughed.
The screen then shifted to you sitting in front of a mirror with a robe on, “I’m doing my own makeup tonight,” you said, “This is how things used to be like back in the days anyway,” you chuckled. The screen cut to you again, “He said that?” You smiled, your hand halting from brushing product on your cheek, “He’s a sweetheart, really. I’m always happy when we go to these things together. Makes it so much easier, makes me less anxious,” you said.
It was true that for years, millions of people had requested you to Vogue for almost all their segments, and while “Beauty Secrets” was one of the top requests, they were excited when you and Chris had agreed to that one on such an important day.
“I’m just glad we’re getting ready at home,” Chris said the video shifted to him getting his face slightly touched up, “It feels kind of chaotic and just messy when we’re getting ready at hotels, even if there’s some nice room. This is cozy. It’s more us,” he said. “Y/N does her own makeup a lot, yeah. She’s such an artist with it, no kidding. She knows what she’s doing,” he nodded. Off-camera and before the recording, a question was asked which Chris answered, “She styles me a lot, for sure, for sure. And I always get some advice from her stylist, Law Roach. Incredible, incredible guy.”
Chris’ suit was shown after it was unzipped from the fancy protective case it had, “Who am I wearing?” He repeated, “I don’t know, man. It’s a suit. I really can’t even remember the name.”
The video shifted to you getting your hair done, looking slightly up, “He’s wearing Ermenegildo Zegna,” you said, “He told you he can’t remember the name, didn’t he?” You laughed, “He’s never good with brands. Like, you’d tell him you’re wearing this, you’re wearing that, and he just instantly zones out. A suit is a suit, a shirt is a shirt,” you said.
The video shifted to show a Swarovski box as you talked in the background, “I’m wearing a gorgeous Swarovski gown,” you said before the video went back to your face, “And I’ll have gloves on,” you smiled, posture straight as Ted Gibson continued to work on your hair.
“Fashion has always been my wife’s area,” Chris said the video shifted to him, “I lucked out with that because it’s just not my thing. I just-I look presentable, that’s what I care about, by she’s out there looking iconic so I use her expertise. I definitely use her expertise.”
“Is Law here?” You asked after your hair was done, standing from your chair.
“Right here,” the A-list stylist replied before the video cut to you and Law exchanging greetings with cheek kisses, “Ready for the dress?”
“Always.”
The video then shifted to Chris as he buttoned his shirt’s buttons, shaking his shoulders as he looked through the body-length mirror before one of the assistants helped him put on the blazer, the video cutting to him adjusting his bow tie before he opened his arms slightly, “How do I look?” He asked, “Is Y/N dressed already? Can I see her?”
Being a private couple, the video didn’t show any footage of your LA house before it showed Chris standing outside a cream-colored door, knocking first, “Let me see my wife!” He joked before the door was opened.
“Is that Chris?” The video showed as you beamed, finally in your dress as Law adjusted it from the back.
“Oh wow,” Chris said, the screen finally showing a wider view as Chris went in, a grin on his face as he looked at you, “Oh my God, wow,” he stepped back, gazing at you.
“Look at you,” you said with a grin, reaching one gloved hand out, motioning for him to hold it which Chris quickly did as he approached you before holding you at arm’s length, “You look so good.”
“Me? In this thing?” He joked, “Nah, look at you.”
Law finally stepped back, making you look at Chris with a straighter posture before glancing at your dress and looking back at him.
“Absolutely beautiful,” he said with a smile, wrapping his arms around you before bringing you in a hug.
Your arms went around his neck, closing your eyes as your smiled.
The video then cut to you and Chris standing beside one another, his hand on your hip while you were slightly turned, your gloved hand on his chest as you smiled at your personal photographer as she took pictures, before Chris leaned, pressing his lips softly against your cheek in a kiss.
“People are going to die over this,” your assistant said in the background.
“That’s not for posting,” you joked.
Chris laughed, pecking your cheeks again before you looked at him with a smile, reaching a hand up to fix a strand of his hair.
“How do you feel?” Chris asked you.
Your nose scrunched with a smile, “A little excited,” you answered.
“Yeah?” His smile mirrored yours, “My Oscar-winner and nominee wife, everybody,” he joked, making you laugh as everyone in the room cheered.
The video then followed you both as you walked with your hands intertwined and into a black, sleek car, before it was cut to Chris getting out first at the venue, screams instantly intensifying before he held his hand to you, the camera showing as you gracefully got out of the car, and catching the way the screams and camera flashes seemed to only be even wilder and more urgent.
It then showed as you and Chris stood on the red carpet, holding hands as you smiled at the cameras before it caught sight of the both of you walking further down the carpet from behind, being a zoomed view as Chris softly grazed your back that was on display from the backless dress, before you stood again, your eyes moving to his with a smile, briefly leaning your head on him before you both smiled for the cameras once again.
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okay so whilst we’re on our pe!couple flirting train
their first kiss/date was in may right? but they didn’t start dating until november ? BUT Chris’ birthday is June - so is there any chance we can get a Chris’ birthday flirting blurb or anything ? x
a 1.8k blurb for you!
June 2015
Chris liked to celebrate his birthday.
It wasn’t because he liked people celebrating him, but he liked having those he loved around him, loud and laughing over cake and drinks.
But even his excitement to be around his close friends and family was diminished by the fact that Y/N was away for press for her movie, Inside Out. It was crazy to Chris how much her absence affected his mood.
Sure, they took their time and started out as friends before they finally kissed and went on a date, but even before so, he would’ve missed her.
He was glad he could take some time off from work, especially since Avengers: Age of Ultron was released recently and it seemed like ever since, he had been busy. Although, he did manage to take your relationship a step further during that time.
“Why the long face?” Scott approached him, holding a drink in his head.
“What?” Chris asked him, sipping from his own.
The two brothers stood in the backyard of Chris’ Bostonian home, chatter and laughter around them coming from family and friends.
Scott pointed at Chris, mimicking his frown, “The face.”
Chris chuckled, rolling his eyes at his brother.
“What’s up?” Scott repeated, “Is this about Y/N Y/L/N?”
“Are you always going to say her full name?”
“I just can’t believe you’re banging Y/N Y/L/N.”
“We’re not banging!” Chris laughed, “We’re not.”
“You’re in a situation then, I don’t know,” Scott argued, “Y/N fucking Y/L/N!”
Chris jokingly rolled his eyes, his flushed cheeks being enough proof that he was getting flustered.
“Is it about her?”
Chris shrugged before replying, “She’s been busy,” he said.
“She didn’t wish you a happy birthday?”
“She was the first to call,” he smiled, looking at his brother.
Scott groaned, “Do you ever talk about me with her? Does she know I exist?”
“Alright, can you stop being so obsessed?” Chris laughed.
“As if you aren’t obsessed with her, oh come on!” Scott argued back, “But seriously, then what’s up?”
“Nothing, I just-I don’t know, I think I just wanted to celebrate my birthday with her here, you know?”
Scott stayed quiet for a moment, only letting a smirk grow on his face.
“What?” Chris asked, knowing that look his younger brother was giving him.
“Nothing, it’s just,” he paused before snickering, “You’re down. Bad.”
“Fuck off,” Chris shoved his brother.
“No, really, really,” Scott laughed, “I can’t imagine someone has you pinning over them for months like that. How long have you known each other? Since December last year?”
Chris nodded, “The Nolans had their party in December, yeah.”
“Since December,” Scott repeated, “And you’ve only kissed and went on your first date last month,” he said, “Damn.”
“I don’t mind,” Chris said, “I mean—She was fresh out of a breakup and I would’ve been such an asshole if I just came in like that. I like that we’re taking our time, we’re-we’re getting to know each other.”
“Bullshit,” Scott teased.
“No, seriously,” Chris chuckled, his eyebrows furrowing when his phone vibrated in his pocket, “Hold on a sec,” he took it out, glancing at it before a smile broke out on his face, instantly moving away from his brother and the scene and into a secluded area to answer, “Hey.”
“Hey, birthday boy,” her voice came in and he almost felt lightheaded from her flirty tone, “Sorry I’m calling you at your party.”
“You can call me any time you want,” he flirted.
Chris couldn’t see her flustered face, but he sure as hell had a picture up his mind.
“Yeah, well,” she began, “In about ten minutes, you’re going to have to receive a package from your door.”
“You’re-Are you here?”
“No, I’m still in Cali,” she said with a sigh, “But I didn’t want to pass on your actual birthday without giving you a gift.”
“You know you didn’t have to,” Chris said.
“Yeah, I know,” she replied softly, “It’s nothing big,” she said, “Just something to tell you I’m thinking about you tonight.”
“Just tonight?” Chris smiled, looking down at the ground as he held on to his phone, moving one hand to his pocket.
“Especially tonight,” she flirted back, “I don’t want to keep you away from your party.”
“No, hey, it’s okay,” he said, “I missed hearing your voice.”
“Stop flirting with me. You’re the birthday boy here.”
“Yeah? You want to flirt with me instead?”
“I thought it was obvious I was trying?” She teased.
“Think you need to try harder,” as always, he teased back.
Her laugh made him beam, feeling his stomach go into knots at the sound.
It wasn’t even a minute later when he heard his doorbell over the music playing, thankful that it wasn’t so loud.
“I think it’s here,” he said, moving to his door with his phone still against his ear.
“They said 10 minutes,” she muttered.
“Hold on,” he said, opening the door. Instantly, Chris smiled at the delivery guy, taking the big box from him before tipping him.
“Jesus, what’s in there?” He muttered, feeling the heavy box as he walked back inside.
“It’s something really small,” she said.
Chris hummed, removing the tape before opening the top lid, his eyes falling on the big number of candy in there before he laughed, “Oh, you’re the cutest!”
“Hold one,” she told him.
“What do y-Oh!” He gasped, taking out a bag of Skittles.
‘Happy birthday, Christopher!’ was written on every single candy bag.
“You’re absolutely crazy,” he laughed, looking at all the candy, “I didn’t know you can customize that,” he said, and at her quietness, he smiled, nodding slightly, “You can’t customize that, huh?”
“I know some people,” she giggled.
Chris laughed. Of course she knew people.
“Now go back to your party,” she told him.
“Will I talk to you tonight?” Chris asked.
“You already did. Don’t be so greedy,” she teased him.
“No, that’s not enough. I don’t even know how your day went,” he said.
“I’ll talk to you tonight,” she said, “Just call me when your party is over.”
“Time to throw everyone out,” he joked.
She laughed, “Stop that. I’ll wait for you.”
And while Chris and Y/N did talk later that night, he was oblivious to her planning on visiting him only a couple of days later since her schedule allowed her a two-day break, and she wanted to spend one day with him and the other with her family.
June 15th came and so did Y/N. She had no house or apartment in Boston, but she had visited Chris a fair amount of times during the time they knew each other, so she didn’t have trouble finding his house at 10 am.
Having been awake for an hour already, Chris was all fresh in a fitted white t-shirt and loose sweatpants, opting for comfort since he wasn’t planning on going anywhere.
But the moment he opened his door, he wished he put more effort into looking good.
There she stood; in a simple outfit that she elevated like she always did, two bags in one hand, two blueberry smoothies in the other, and securing a wrapped up frame against her chest with both arms.
“You’re fucking kidding,” Chris said, “You’ve got be fucking kidding me right now, Y/N,” his hand were on her waist in a second, pulling her inside as she giggled before he helped her with the frame, leaning it against the wall.
“Surprise?” She kicked off her heels, standing barefoot as she looked at him.
Chris moved his hands, removing her sunglasses from her face before he pressed his lips to hers, “Happy belated birthday,” she whispered.
He hummed, hugging her without a care to the goodies in her hands, “It really is happy.”
She had gotten him muffins and croissants that they both sat in his kitchen eating.
“I’m just here for the day,” she told him after sipping on her smoothie, her leg touching his under the table, “Sorry I missed your birthday,” she frowned.
“Hey, no,” he shook his head, “You got me the cutest gift and you-I can’t believe you decided to spend the day with me today.”
“Why?” She smiled, looking at her muffin in her hand, “Is it too hard to believe that I want to spend the day with the man I like?”
Chris’ stomach was in shambles, his eyes closing as he tilted his head back with a smile, “You keep saying stuff like that and I won’t know how to stop myself from kissing you.”
“I never said you need to be stopped,” she instantly said.
“God, Y/N,” he muttered, scooting her chair even closer to his before his lips were on hers.
She smiled into the kiss, only pulling back to talk, ”The candy wasn’t your gift,” she said.
“Hm?”
She shook her head, standing up to wash her hands before she was about to move past him. Chris was quick to hook a finger to one of her belt hoops, halting her movement and pulling her back.
“I’m just bringing you your gift,” she laughed, putting her hands on his shoulders as he sat.
“Be quick,” he said, smiling when she pecked his lips before leaving.
It was only his first birthday with them together, and although they weren’t official and had no labels, she knew she didn’t want to pass on the chance to see him beam; a sight she had seemed to love so much that she felt like she would go to the ends of the world to see.
“Can you just come here?!” She shouted from the living room.
It didn’t take him long to be with her, hands having a mind of their own as they were placed on her hips.
“Come on, open it,” she motioned towards the frame.
Chris sat on the couch, taking the big frame and placing it on his lap, “Is it a picture of you?”
“Yeah, how did you know?” She sarcastically replied, standing back with her arms crossed.
Chris chuckled, his hands working on unwrapping the navy blue wrapping paper.
His eyes fell on a picture. The Patriots team were stood smiling, Tom Brady standing in the middle with a sign.
‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHRIS EVANS!’ was written in bold, black marker, and Chris’ eyes almost fell out of their sockets.
“Is this edited?” He asked, looking up at Y/N, “Y/N, is this—this is fucking edited, right?”
“Why would I get you an edited picture?” She laughed.
“Oh my God,” his hand went to his mouth, eyes wide as he looked at the picture, “This is-I have no words to say. I don’t-I don’t know what to say.”
She approached him, reaching to cup his face, making him look up at her, “Happy birthday, Chris.”
Chris sighed in contentment, standing up to wrap his arms around her, “This is the best gift I have ever received,” he said, “How did you even pull that one?”
With a giggle and a twinkle in her eyes that had Chris weak at the knees, she replied:
“I know some people.”
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The flirting and first kiss blurbs are amazing !!!
Please write about their first date, maybe how Chris asked her out? I bet he just asked her not expecting her to say yes but she did and had to hide his excitement
May 2015
Since her breakup with Miles back in October of 2014, Y/N was persistent on taking a break from the dating world. She was engrossed in work and nights out, and even more so with her family and friends.
If someone were to tell her that a certain Chris Evans would meddle in and disrupt her neutral feelings, she would’ve laughed; not because she thought Chris was anything but handsome and incredible, but because she was stubborn when it came to her love life decisions.
But then Chris did meddle, and suddenly butterflies were there. Suddenly flustered was all she was around him. Suddenly she was on the phone with him way past her bedtime, talking to him about her day and him about his. Nevertheless, Y/N was clear as day.
“I just-I don’t want anything right now,” she had told him.
“I understand,” Chris had replied with a smile before reaching up to softly place his hand on her arm, “And I appreciate you telling me.”
But that didn’t stop the months-long flirty conversation. Neither friend-zoned the other, and it was very obvious how interested both were in each other.
It was their first kiss that lit the spark even further.
“You’ve been craving sushi for a while,” Chris began as they sat in her apartment—a setting that was familiar to both of them as they had opted for meeting up there or at Chris’, away from the prying eyes and curious paparazzi.
“Gosh, yes,” she sighed, “I was going with Dakota just last week but something came up.”
Chris hummed, feeling nervous all of the sudden before he draped his arm around her shoulders, softly grazing her arm as they sat on her couch, “Well…”
At that, she smirked, looking at him and Chris almost gawked at how beautiful she looked, giving him a small smirk with a gaze set on him.
“What?” She asked him softly.
“There’s this diner I know,” he began, “Best sushi. Best sushi ever.”
She hummed.
“It’s just-It’s incredible.”
“Just ask me,” she giggled, placing a hand to his chest.
“Don’t take the shit, alright?” He laughed, “You make me nervous! You make me so fucking nervous!”
“I’m not even doing anything!”
“Yes, you are!” Chris argued back.
“Just ask me,” she patted his chest, “Come on, be a big boy.”
“Go on a date with me,” he said, looking at her.
“Oh yeah?”
Chris hummed, a ghost of a smile on his face, loving when she teased him, “You do want sushi, don’t you?”
“Figured I might get it myself,” she teased him, “You know, just order it.”
“Won’t be as good as that diner’s,” he said, “Besides, you and I both know you’d rather have it with me.”
“One second I’m making you nervous, the second your ego is full. You’re just so full of surprises.”
Chris tipped his head back in laughter.
She leaned forward, reaching one hand up to his shoulder, “I’ll go on a date with you.”
“So no more waiting? You’ll put me out of my misery?”
“Just because you kissed me, doesn’t mean you earned me,” she teased, trying to scoot away but only laughing when Chris wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her back against him.
“You’re going to kill me, you know that?”
With overwhelming emotions surging through him and the shock of having her in his arms, teasing him and giggling against him after agreeing to going on a date with him, Chris softly pressed his lips against hers.
“Kissing me before taking me out on a date. You’re so impatient,” she told him, smiling against his lips.
Chris nodded, “There’s no point in denying.”
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Wikipedia Page
Planet Evans!Universe Masterlist
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Summary: pe!reader’s wikipedia page.
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Y/N Y/L/N-Evans (born *birth month and day*, 1988) is a(n) *your choice of nationality* actress. The world’s highest-paid actress from 2010 to 2022, her films have grossed $9 billion worldwide to date. She appeared in Time’s 100 most influential people in the world in 2010 to 2019 and Forbes Celebrity 100 list from 2009 to 2022.
During her childhood, Y/L/N-Evans performed at local theatres until she was cast as the lead for Spy Kids at the age of 13, making the film trilogy her debut which gained her public attention. Y/L/N-Evans is an EGOT winner (Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, and Tony). She is a 3-time Academy Award winner, 4-time Golden Globes winner, 1-time Grammy award winner for Best Spoken Word Album (Including Poetry, Audiobooks & Storytelling) for being the official narrator of Where The Crawdads Sing (2018) by Delia Owens, and 3-time Emmy award winner, along with multiple and numerous nominations.
Her role as the committed dancer who struggles to maintain her sanity in Black Swan as Nina, won her the Academy Award for Best Actress, making her the fourth-youngest winner at the category at the age of 23. She also won the BAFTA Award for Best Actress in a Leading Role for the same movie, along with her role as Amy Dune from Gone Girl.
Y/L/N-Evans then again won the Academy Award for Best Actress for her role as Tiffany from Silver Linings Playbook, and her role as Cassandra in Promising Young Woman, along with Golden Globes award for Best Actress for the same roles.
Y/L/N-Evans identifies as feminist and children’s rights activist. In 2014, she founded Wish You Well Foundation, which advocates for children’s rights, wellbeing, as well as provides foster care for abused children.
Early life and education
Y/N Y/L/N-Evans was born on *birth month and day* in 1988, to *mom’s name*, a vet, and *dad’s name*, a trucker. She has one younger step-sister from her mother whom she constantly speaks about. Growing up, she was raised in an abusive household as it was later stated that her father was “hardly ever sober” and “physically violent” before her mother ran away with her when she was 10 years old.
Growing up, Y/L/N-Evans was fond of acting and costume design, and had often used her mother’s clothes and gave shows to her family from a very young age. She was a leading actress in her school drama plays throughout her academic journey.
Y/L/N-Evans was 12 when she was discovered by a talent scout who had watched her perform at a local theatre, later getting the role as Carmen Cortez in the Spy Kids trilogy alongside Antonio Banderas, although the actress appeared as “tie-dye girl” in The Parent Trap (1998) when she was 10 years old.
Career
Early roles and breakthrough (2001-2005)
Y/L/N-Evans began acting in local theatres before landing the role of Carmen Cortez in Spy Kids in 2001, aged 13, making it her debut film as well as debut trilogy. The trilogy received praise and public recognition, and Y/L/-Evans was praised by critics for having “a bright future ahead.”
At the age of 16, she was cast as the voice actor of Violet Parr, the eldest child of Bob and Helen Parr from Walt Disney’s The Incredibles (2004), who is born with the superhuman ability to render herself invisible, as well as generate force fields.
Y/L/N-Evans’s breakthrough role came in James McTeigue’s V for Vendetta (2005). The film features her as a young woman who gets involved in V’s life when he rescues her from a gang of London’s secret police. Y/L/N-Evans shaved her hair in a single take for the movie. Although the actress didn’t receive an Academy or Golden Globes award for her role, she was nominated for both and won many other awards for the role, as well as she received nothing but praise from critics and her acting wage was raised in the industry.
Worldwide recognition (2005-2012)
In 2006, Y/L/N-Evans took the role of Andy Sachs in The Devil Wears Prada by David Frankel, alongside Meryl Streep. The movie won her public appeal, as well as went down in history of “must watch” movies to date.
At the age of only 19, she took the role of Cecilia Tallis in Atonement (2007) by Joe Wright, portraying the lead and love interest of James McAvoy.
In 2009, Y/L/N-Evans took the role of Neytiri in $2.8 billion movie, Avatar (2009) which had made her the youngest highest-paid actress in the world.
It was in 2010, when Y/L/N-Evans, aged 22, was the talk of every critic, media platform and tabloid when she took the role of Nina Sayers in Black Swan, giving her her first Academy Award, Golden Globes Award, and BAFTA awards all for Best Actress.
The young actress then won the same awards again the following year for her performance as a troubled young widow in the romance film Silver Linings Playbook (2012), making her the highest-grossing lead actress in the world.
Established actress (2013-present)
The actress since then starred in high-grossing movies, including Gone Girl (2014), Inside Out (2015), Mad Max: Fury Road (2015), Bohemian Rhapsody (2018), Promising Young Woman (2020).
Y/L/N-Evans’s directorial debut was Lady Bird (2017), starring Soarise Ronan, Timothee Chalamet, and Laurie Metcalf. She was nominated for Academy Award for Best Director.
She then later was cast as June Osborne from The Handmaid’s Tale (2017), a woman who was captured while attempting to escape to Canada with her husband, Luke, and daughter, Hannah. Because Luke is divorced, their union is considered adulterous in this new society. June is considered an adulteress and their daughter, Hannah, is deemed illegitimate. Due to June's fertility, she is made a Handmaid to Commander Fred Waterford and his wife, Serena Joy as "Offred", and later to Commander Joseph Lawrence as "Ofjoseph". Y/L/N-Evans won 2 Primetime Emmy awards of Best Actress in a Leading Role for her performance.
In 2019, Y/L/N-Evans starred as Dani in Midsommar by Ari Aster, featuring a traumatized psychology student who's in a dysfunctional relationship that leads her to a midsummer festival that turns out to be that of a sinister cult. The role granted her not only praise, but public sympathy as the actress had said it was “an experience I [Y/N Y/L/N-Evans] needed to heal from.”
Personal Life
In 2007, Y/L/N-Evans was rumored to be in a relationship with a high school friend, Dean Tyler, but there was no confirmation.
From 2008 to 2011, Y/L/N-Evans was in a long-term relationship with, then, assistant director of Atonement (2007), Avi Newt. The two still follow each other.
While filming The Spectacular Now (2013) in 2012, she met Miles Teller, and the two got into a relationship which they went public with in February of 2013 when they were photographed kissing.
The couple was together from December 2012 to September of 2014, with Y/L/N-Evans confirming the breakup to a fan but saying “he’s an amazing person. It was mutual.” The two continue to be friends.
In March of 2014, Y/L/N-Evans met–now–husband, Chris Evans at Vanity Fair’s Oscars afterparty, with the latter saying in an interview that it was “a dream come true” to meet the successful actress.
It was in November of 2014 when they met again at a private party, hosted by Christopher and Jonathan Nolan in celebration of Interstellar’s release. Sources said that they spent the entire party together and exchanged phone numbers that night.
It wasn’t until November 2015 that the couple had gotten into a relationship and a month later, went public by getting photographed holding hands, kissing, and sharing laughs.
In June 2018, Chris Evans proposed and the couple announced their engagement through Instagram. They later got married in June 2019.
In June 2022, the couple announced that they are expecting their first child.
On September 25th, the couple announced the birth of River Jude Evans and Y/L/N-Evans announced an indefinite career break and leaving Euphoria as executive producer to focus on raising their son.
Filmography
The Parent Trap (1998) - Tie-dye girl
Spy Kids (2001) - Carmen Cortez
Spy Kids 2 (2002) - Carmen Cortez
Spy Kids 3 (2003) - Carmen Cortez
The Incredibles (2004) - Violet Parr
A Cinderella Story (2004) - Samantha “Sam”
The Pacifier (2005) - Zoe Plummer
V for Vendetta (2005) - Evey Hammond
Corpse Bride (2005) - Emily the Corpse Bride
The Devil Wears Prada (2006) - Andy Sachz
Atonement (2007) - Cecilia Tallis
Avatar (2009) - Neytiri
Julie & Julia (2009) - Julie
500 Days of Summer (2009) - Summer
Tangled (2010) - Rapunzel
Black Swan (2010) - Nina Sayers
Silver Linings Playbook (2012) - Tiffany
The Spectacular Now (2013) - Aimee Finicky
Oz: The Great and Powerful (2013) - Theodora
Gone Girl (2014) - Amy Dune
Interstellar (2014) - Brand
Inside Out (2015) - Joy
Mad Max: Fury Road (2015) - Imperator Furiosa
Hacksaw Ridge (2016) - Dorothy Scutte
Mother! (2017) - Mother
The Incredibles 2 (2018) - Violet Parr
Ocean's 8 (2018) - Daphne Kluger
Bohemian Rhapsody (2018) - Mary Austin
Little Women (2019) - Meg March
Midsommar (2019) - Dani Ardor
Soul (2020) - 22
Promising Young Woman (2020) - Cassandra “Cassie” Thomas
Avatar: The Way of Water (2022) - Neytiri
Television
The Office (2010) - Herself
Saturday Night Live (2015) - Herself (host)
The Handmaid’s Tale (2017-2022) - June Osborne
Peaky Blinders (2013-2019) - Grace Shelby (née Grace Burgess)
Ted Lasso (2020) - Herself
Scooby Doo and Guess Who? (2021) - Herself
Euphoria (2019-2022) - Executive Producer
Broadway
Annie (1997-1999) - Annie
My Fair Lady (2005-2007) - Aliza Doolittle
Mary Poppins (2012-2013) - Mary Poppins
Accolades
Y/L/N-Evans won three Academy Awards for Best Actress for her performance in Black Swan (2010), Silver Linings Playbook (2012) and Promising Young Woman (2020). She has won four Golden Globe Awards for Best Actress for Black Swan (2010), Silver Linings Playbook (2012), Gone Girl (2014) and Promising Young Woman (2020). She has three Primetime Emmy Awards; two for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series for her performance in The Handmaid's Tale in 2017 and 2021, and for Oustanding Guest Actress in a Comedy Series for her performance in SNL (2015). Y/LN-Evans won two BAFTA awards for her role in Black Swan (2010) and Gone Girl (2014) as Best Actress in a Leading Role. She won one Tony award for Best Performance by a Leading Actress in a Musical for Mary Poppins (2013). She also has won one Grammy award for Best Spoken Word Album (Including Poetry, Audiobooks & Storytelling) for being the official narrator of the bestselling book by Madeline Miller, Circe (2018). The actress has 17 People's Choice Awards, 12 MTV Movie awards, 4 Critics' Choice Awards.
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How does Chris react seeing pe!reader all dressed up and being sexy for the first time after giving birth to river?
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"I'll look away," Chris tried, a small smirk on his face as he tried to reach out to pull his wife toward him, only to have her laugh and push him out of the room.
"No, I know your true intentions," Y/N said.
"And what about them? Huh?" He teased.
She hushed him, "You're going to wake River up," she mentioned their sleeping baby, "Go check on the rice, please. I'll be down shortly."
"15 minutes and I'll come right in," Chris warned slowly, leaning forward to peck her lips twice.
"30 minutes to an hour," she said against his lips.
"Babe!"
She hushed him again with a giggle, bringing her finger to her lips, "Just because you got dressed up in 10 minutes doesn't mean that so will I."
"Fine, just-try to be quick, okay?" He asked, walking backward and still looking at her.
"Promise."
The new parents were finally letting loose that night. Although their sleeping schedule was now dependent on their 3-month old baby, they had decided to sleep after 10 pm to have one good indoor date night.
It had been a long while since Y/N dressed up, and while Chris never wasted a moment without telling her that she looked beautiful, baby drool and milk leaks and all, she was feeling herself as she applied her makeup and put on the short red silk dress over her figure. She took her time carefully applying the lipstick that matched the shade of the dress after lip lining her lips, eyelashes curled and volumed, her glow being brighter by her own skin care brand's luminous face serum.
It was 45 minutes later that she walked outside their room, and she couldn't lie about feeling silly over feeling nervous to face her husband.
Chris had taken it upon himself prepare the table with the plates and food, lighting the candles (not that food) at last.
Despite his wife's hatred of shoes inside, they both had agreed to wear clean shoes inside for the special occasion, so at the sound of her heels clicking against the ground, he instantly looked up.
Instantly, his heart raced and his body grew hot, going rigid as he took his wife in. Chris' mouth was slightly open, eyes travelling from her face to her finger and all the way to her heels before looking back at her face and at her dress.
It was like he had no control over himself as he stepped slightly to the side, being dramatic as he knelt to the ground, knees spread on the floor as he sat in a defeated pose, eyes close as he smirked when he heard her laugh.
He put a hand to his heart, tipping his head back slightly before looking at her, "Fuck. Me," he enunciated, pointing at himself.
"Can we eat first?" She teased, approaching him and looking down at him, being a tease as she bent just a tad, reaching one manicured hand to his face, "Greet me?"
Chris almost had a heart attack that moment but he managed to stand, not knowing how it was possible for his legs to carry him as he softly yet fiercely placed his hands on her waist, bringing her to his body, "Fuck, Y/N," he said quietly, reaching one hand to the side of her neck before pressing his lips against hers in a kiss that was everything but soft.
Her hands were on his chest, one snaking up and towards his neck, tugging at his hair before pulling away, "You like it?"
"I'm going insane."
She smiled not being verbal with her reply, but she pressed her lips against his again, teasing him by pulling away slightly when he deepened the kiss, making him give her a small hum of disapproval and a frown before finding her lips again.
"Fuck," he sighed against her lips, unaware to him clutching the thin fabric of her dress, "You look," he paused, shaking his head slightly and almost in a daze, he glanced down at her body once more before looking at her face.
She hummed, "How do I look?" She let her thumb softly wipe the lipstick smudge he had by his lips from her lipstick.
"So fucking unreal," he said.
She knew what she was doing as she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning to press a peck to his jaw, "I love you," she whispered, "And I know we've been together for so long," she said, "But I still missed you."
Chris knew that his wife had him wrapped around her finger as he closed his eyes while she peppered soft kisses on his face, letting his arms wrap around her waist, wanting to create as little distance between them as possible, "I missed you, too," he managed to say, "And-fuck, Y/N," he let out a small chuckle, "I'm fucking in love with you," Chris said.
"Yeah?" She smiled.
"I'm fucking obsessed," he said, leaning to kiss right under her ear.
She only hummed, sliding her hand down his arms, "The food's getting cold."
"You feel pretty fucking hot to me."
"Chris!" She laughed, hiding her face in his chest, making him laugh at her growing bashful at the cheesy line.
"This meal will test my fucking self-control," he said.
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idk if Your Comfort r is famous or not. but imagine her going to a talk show while pregnant. chris would not have a great time for sure. he would overthink every little thing, at least 1 hand on her bump on the way to the building and before the actual talk show begin. and she would gush to whoever the talk show host is about how protective chris is and fans are going absolutely wild
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“black heels or red heels?”
“wait, wait, waaaait a second,” chris held both hands up, eyebrows furrowing as he looked at his very much pregnant wife, “heels?”
“yeah—what? what’s wrong?”
“excuse me,” he dramatically said, turning his entire body to face you, “your stylist is making you wear heels?”
“um,” you reluctantly started, “yeah?”
“heels? heels when you’re pregnant? come ooooon,” his hands fell to his thighs, “it’s bad enough you have to be somewhere and out of bed.”
“you’re unbelievable.”
you didn’t end up wearing heels because your swollen feet didn’t do well with them so you wore comfortable shoes and a casual dress as you waved and smiled at the cheering audience of jimmy fallon.
“it’s so good to have you here, and—wow! you’re glowing, look at you!” jimmy beamed.
“stop it,” you jokingly waved him off, “but seriously, thank you for having me.”
“how-how far along are you?”
“i’ll do you a favor and reply in months,” you teased before chuckling, “i’m 6 months.”
“6 months!” jimmy exclaimed as the audience cheered, “wait, before we get to it—your husband—chris, chris is backstage and, i have to ask; is he always like that?”
you groaned jokingly, “i can’t really remember the feeling of not having his hand on my stomach,” you said, the audience and jimmy laughing, “no, for real, for real! he’s a nervous wreck, right? and he’s just, super protective of us—the baby and me.”
“that’s incredible!” jimmy laughed with a clap, “what does he do? because from what i saw back there, you apparently sat aggressively and he was worried about you.”
“i didn’t even—you saw how i sit, i have to—i have to, like, plop,” you giggled, “and chris nearly gets a heart attack every time,” you laughed along with everyone, “he’s incredible.”
“i mean, that’s your first baby, i can understand why he’s like that.”
you nodded, smiling, “i’m really lucky to have him. like, i mean, sure, he breathes down my neck and watches me like a hawk but he’s just so excited and very, very protective. actually, he literally made dodger like that, too,” you said.
“no way!”
“for real! it’s like they’re a team now. dodger literally snitches on me when i do stuff like, like reach up to grab something or anything, he just barks and it sets chris’s protective mode on like that,” you snapped your fingers.
jimmy laughed, “i’m so happy for you both, really. you’re going to be amazing, amazing parents.”
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