One-Shot Fanfic Imagines

9th (CHRIS EVANS)

Okay, so I've been listening to alotta Ed Sheeran songs lately. And I think I really like this one particular song called Beautiful People. Idk I just got inspired and I think I'll want to write a fic of them not being one of those 'beautiful people'. In short, they're not actors.

>So yep, reader is a wife to her husband, Chris Evans. And in this story, he will not be an actor.

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Chris let out a heavy and dramatic sigh after exiting the room of your 3-year old toddler, Christopher Jr. It was Chris' turn to tuck him to bed, which could really be exhausting since the kid was very much like him; so enthused and full of life.

You placed your hand over his chest as you sat beside him on the couch. He threw his head back, eyes closing, and mouth slightly parted. Even in such form, he never failed to look amazing and handsome.

"Looks like someone's growing old that fast." You teased, instantly making Chris open his eyes to look at you.

His eyes narrowed to thin slits, his lips forming a small twitch on the side. "You gotta take that back."

You laughed, making Chris laugh along with you. You always made sure you two had some alone time together, after a long day of him, being at work and you operating your small pastry business. The life you had with him was very peaceful, you lived in the suburbs, it was quiet, and a very nice place to grow a child. You were both away from the worries of the city just like before you had your child.

"But seriously, though," you laid your chin on his shoulder, eyes looking up to him, "thank you for being such a great dad and doing a good job for putting him to bed. He really missed you reading him bedtime stories."

"I'm a dad, now. After all, wasn't that what we wished almost 4 years ago? It was tough giving up the night life, and beaches, shopping and restaurants. But it's here now, and I'm grateful I'm with you."

You chuckled, seeing the contentment shining in his eyes. "Me, too, baby. Me, too."

You placed a soft kiss on his cheek, turning to the TV playing as silence succumbed you both. There were advertisements going on about parties and beaches since it was summertime. You furrowed your brows, and so did Chris, the appetite of going back to that kinda life not stirring excitement in you both like it used to.

What excited you both were thinking of Christopher Jr.'s birthdays, Thanksgiving and Christmas celebrations. Even Halloween. Chris loved Christmas, and even is the first one who plans about how you guys are supposed to celebrate the holiday. He always bought new decorations each year and makes new themes for winter wonderland. It was cute, and he was cute even with his thick beard and long hair.

"We've changed, haven't we?" He asked all of a sudden, pulling you out of your reverie.

"Changed how, baby?"

"I don't really understand how some celebrities always love to jump from one yacht to another. Then off they go to another country, and just party and drugs and alcohol nonstop. Aren't they tired?"

"Well," you shrugged, "when you've got plenty of cash in the bank, I'm pretty sure you won't mind."

"Just the cash?" He frowned, "That's really too shallow."

"Um, because it draws a lot of drama and attention? Like what we do now? Which also leads to increased fame."

"Well, I'm glad none of us was a celebrity," he looked down to you with a warm cheeky smile on his face, and god, he looked so adorable, "I would've spent all my time looking at you from afar."

You laughed, your laughter bellowing around the four corners of your living room. Chris chuckled heartily but placed his index finger to your lips and pointed both your son's room, telling you you might wake the baby. You quieted down, but still managed to let out a chuckle, along with your head shaking.

"I don't think so," you smiled, "I know that you know between the both of us, you're the one who has the highest chance to become a celebrity."

Chris sported you an incredulous look, rolling his eyes playfully.

"No, really. Listen to me," you chuckled again, with Chris crossing his arms across his chest. "You're beautiful. You look like you could wing a superhero lead and just...steal a million hearts per second. Plus you have a nice body, and a phenomenal ass."

Chris started to laugh, but tried his best to suppress it. "A phenomenal ass?" He shook his head, his face already tinted red from pressing back his laughter, and you laughing along. "You're really unbelievable."