Celeb One Shots with Y/N

Kids and chaos With Chris evans

The house was unusually quiet for about 30 seconds, which any parent knows is a red flag when you’ve got two toddlers. Chris and Y/N had been enjoying their rare moment of silence, sitting on the couch with coffee in hand. That peaceful bliss lasted about as long as it took for Chris to blink and hear the unmistakable sound of tiny feet running at full speed.

"Babe, where are they?" Y/N asked, her eyes wide with suspicion as she set her cup down.

"I don’t know, but if they’re too quiet, it means they’re either plotting something or covered in something." Chris raised an eyebrow, already bracing himself.

Suddenly, there was a loud thud from the other room followed by a chorus of giggles.

"Uh oh..." Y/N stood up, already on high alert. "That’s the ‘I-just-caused-some-major-damage-but-I-think-it’s-hilarious’ laugh."

Chris shot up, following her towards the sound. "Should we call a contractor now or later?"

As they walked into the living room, they found their two toddlers in the middle of what could only be described as a tornado of chaos.

Their son, Max, was standing in the middle of the room wearing one of Chris’ hats, a spoon in one hand, and what looked like flour in the other. Their daughter, Ella, was sitting in the middle of a pile of... were those eggs? Eggs, flour, and glitter, because of course there was glitter.

"Well, there goes breakfast," Y/N sighed, trying not to laugh at the sheer absurdity of the situation.

Chris put his hands on his hips, shaking his head with a smirk. "Max, buddy, what are you making? A pancake... explosion?"

Max grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Pancakes, Daddy! Big ones!" He waved the spoon proudly as though he'd just completed a masterpiece.

Ella, giggling, threw a handful of glitter in the air, yelling, "Sparkles!"

Y/N burst out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer. "Pancakes with sparkles. A gourmet dish."

Chris tried to stay serious, though the corner of his mouth twitched. "Okay, okay, team. Let's clean this up before someone slips and pancakes themselves."

But just as he said that, Max took a step forward and slid, landing straight into the pile of flour with a puff of white powder shooting into the air. Ella, of course, thought this was the funniest thing ever and promptly decided to belly-flop into the mess too.

"Well, there goes that plan," Y/N said, now laughing uncontrollably. "This... this is a disaster zone."

Chris was bent over, laughing so hard he had to steady himself on the back of the couch. "Who needs breakfast when we’ve got... whatever this is!"

Y/N grabbed a dish towel, wiping flour off Max’s face while he giggled, clearly loving the attention. "You know, Chris," she said, shaking her head with amusement, "I never imagined we’d be spending our Sunday morning like this."

Chris grinned, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

Just then, Ella grabbed a fistful of flour and, before anyone could react, flung it at Chris. The flour hit him square in the face.

"Really, Ella?" Chris asked, blinking through the cloud of white. "You're teaming up with Max now?"

Y/N was practically doubled over, tears streaming down her face from laughing. "Oh my God, Chris, you look like a powdered doughnut!"

Chris wiped his face with the back of his hand, glaring playfully at Y/N. "You’re next, babe."

Before Y/N could react, Chris reached down, grabbed a handful of flour from the floor, and lightly tossed it at her, hitting her shoulder.

"CHRIS!" Y/N gasped, still laughing, as she tried to dodge. "I swear if you start a flour fight—"

But it was too late. Max and Ella, inspired by their dad’s antics, both grabbed handfuls of flour and started throwing it around, giggling uncontrollably. The kitchen was now a full-on battleground.

"Alright, alright!" Y/N said, trying to shield herself while laughing. "Truce! I call truce!"

Chris held up his hands, flour-covered and grinning like a kid. "Okay, truce." He glanced at the flour-covered toddlers, who looked so proud of their flour-smothered creation. "We’re never going to be able to get this place clean, are we?"

Y/N shook her head, still chuckling. "Nope, but at least it’ll be memorable."

Chris smiled, wiping flour from Y/N’s hair, his touch gentle despite the chaos. "Memorable is good."

Y/N wrapped her arms around him, leaning into him as the kids started rolling in the flour again. "Yeah... memorable is the best."