Saw them today in one of my pinterest scrolls and thought I would share it here 🍁

Bubs and Bubba ❤️

Love Memoir

Type: Andy Barber One shot

Warnings: None.

The memories of last night invaded you like a violent storm. The unknown Brooklyn apartment and the perfume drank by your pillow and white sheets, became familiar. The sound of the coffee brewing awaken your senses, making you sit in the bed, the blue flannel shirt felt soft against your skin, showered with his fragrance. You got up and opened the door, the smell of bacon and fresh coffee making your mouth water with anticipation. Your body leaned against the doorway, his lovingly gaze falling on you, taking you in like it was the last time he would ever be able to see you. He had lost you too many times, he wouldn't risk it again.

"You're still here." He whispered, his tone sounding surprising even If you knew he didn't mean it. You couldn't blame him, you disappeared through the black door down the hallway too many times.

"I am." You nodded, walking towards him. You wrapped your arms around his torso.

Andy kept stirring the fresh-baked bacon with one of his hands while the other wrapped around your waist as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. Your fingers trailed up his chest until you touched the soft beard adorning his face, stroking it gently.

"I have to do a quick run to the office today, we are finishing some major cases, but I won't be out for too long. If you want we can have lunch after?" He suggested, his tone careful not wanting to pressure you.

You nodded, a warm smile spreading on your lips. "I heard about an Italian downtown..." You suggested, wanting Andy to feel like you wanted him too, and that you were letting him in.

"I will make the reservations for us then, Miss. Now, breakfast." He said playfully smacking your hip covered by the thin flannel of his shirt.

Husband’s Work (Dad!Chris Evans Blurb)

Type: Dad!Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: None, just fluffly Bub Chris 

“Maybe mommy should cut her hair. What do you think?” You asked Oliver, your one-year-old sitting on your lap. Your legs were crossed as you sat on the floor, looking at the mirror in front of you.

You giggled, kissing Oliver’s chubby cheeks when the baby squealed by seeing his father join you in the bedroom. “Do you think this was a yes? Or just a hey daddy, we’re glad to see you?” You chuckled.

“Maybe a mixture of both,” Chris said smiling. “So, have we decided yet on the new haircut? I’m ready.” He had in his hand a hairbrush and a scissor.

You nodded, watching him kneel behind you. “So, honey. Tell me how short you want It. I will cut It a couple of inches less so you can see If that’s what you really want.” He said, already focused on the job he had ahead.

“Let’s do, shoulder-length.” You said, pressing your lips softly together, holding Oliver on your arms.

Chris nodded and started cutting your hair, looking at you through the mirror, showing you a smile of appreciation. When he was finished, he kissed your shoulder, getting up to take a proper look at you.

“Doesn’t mommy look beautiful, buddy? Yeah…” Chris giggled when the baby bounced on your lap while looking at you in curiosity, noticing something has changed.

“You guys like It? Yes?!” You said excitedly with your new haircut, getting up. “Thanks, Bub.” You said wrapping your arms around Chris’ neck, your lips meeting his.

“I will tell you my raw opinion on that haircut later, Miss…” He whispered next to your hear, kissing your neck. You smiled, feeling a smirk being pressed against your skin.

Bathtime (Dad!Chris Evans Blurb)

Type: Dad!Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: None! Pure Fluff.

“He is loving this.” Chris grinned, from cheek to cheek, as you found him in your bathroom. He was wearing swim shorts, and holding your newborn close to his chest, letting the soothing water run down his small back.

You thought of bathtime like something you wanted to avoid all day. Normally Oliver would cry his lungs out, not really enjoying the contact with water. You hated to see him cry and wanted It to be a peaceful hour where you could rewind from the day and just be with your baby.

You couldn’t help but smile at the picture in front of you, leaning your body against the doorframe. “He usually doesn’t like bathtime. Good job there, daddy.”

Oliver had his eyes closed, his head resting against Chris’s chest. His hand ran up and down his back, swinging from feet to feed in a calm rhythm. “Maybe he just didn’t like to be alone in there,” Chris said, looking down at Oliver that noticing your presence opened his eyes.

“Hi there, baby.” You cooed at him, getting closer to them. You pushed a wooden bench you had on the room, sitting next to the shower. “Look at you…”

Oliver looked at you, showing you his toothy smile. His little hands pulled some of Chris’s chest hair, making you giggle.

“I definitely should shave that.” Chris laughed, kissing the top of Oliver’s head.

“No, don’t do that.” You pouted. Chris chuckled, smiling, and you could tell a smirk was there to follow.

Hoping Bubba gets better ❤️

Love, sometimes (Chris Evans Blurb)

Type: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Is there any?

A/N: After writting this, I am thinking on turning this into a series with an OC. I’m working on It and see If I come up with something. I really liked this concept I came with, so let’s see 😊🌈

Determined to leave the long day behind, you closed the door behind you, getting rid of your shoes. You were gifted by the smell of garlic wafting off tomato sauce, spices, and fresh-cooked pasta. 

“Hi, Bubba. Who’s cooking?” You leaned towards Dodger who met you by the door. “How’s your hip, doing?” After a month of his surgery, he was finally showing signs of improvement, and you couldn’t help but feel relieved that It was that way. 

The sounds of kitchen utensils clasping against each other and a distinctive Boston accent was heard in the kitchen, given you the clues you needed to know who was home.

“Hi, Y/n.”

“Hi.”

Chris turned around, turning off the stove. He fixed you a glass of wine and a bowl of pasta. “How was your day?” He smiled, leaning a bit towards the counter, chuckling as he watched you devour the pasta.

“Long.” You nodded, too busy tasting the amazing meal to come up with other words to describe the already forgotten day. “This... This is great.” You pointed.

“I’m glad you liked It.” 

You looked at him, and pointed at the fridge where the beers where.” You know where they are.” You said, inviting him to sit down with you. “I thought you had left after checking on Bubba.”

“I was about to leave. But then I figured you would arrive home late, and that you would be too tired to fix yourself a proper meal. You seriously need to fix that, love.” His blue eyes landed on you, and you felt cared for. Like always.

You and Chris had secretly dated for over a year. You met in high school and since then you have been best friends and on top of each other’s emergency contacts. You would never say you fell out of love for each other. That was impossible. You had nothing but love for each other. But sometimes life had its ways of showing that love has many forms. Dodger was already so fond of you that you and Chris decided to share him for a week each. You didn’t take that seriously since you could visit each other anytime. 

“I know. But we are doing well, I don’t want to let my people down. They need me to feed their kids, to pay their rents...” You said, taking a sip of your drink.

Chris heard you for over an hour, sharing bowls of pasta and emptying beer bottles. He didn’t mind It. He knew you would tell him you were sorry to drag him for so long, and he would reassure you, anytime, that he would do it again. 

Drunk Love Calls (Chris Evans Blurb)

Type: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Pre-Wedding Emotions

“Maybe Y/n is still awake?”

“Probably not, man. It’s late, she must be asleep.”

Chris put on his best act and rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. He shrugged his shoulders and sat down on the sofa, holding close to him the fluffy pillows you bought for your new home. He looked up at Scott, trying to make the best use of his puppy eyes act.

“What If she has trouble sleeping?”

“That’s why you left Dodger with her, right?”

“Ugh, Scott!” Chris whined, letting his head fall back against the back of the sofa. “I don’t wike It.”

Scott chuckled, trying not to laugh at Chris and take him seriously even If he was in that drunk state. “You are not supposed to see her the night before the wedding. Mom wouldn’t forgive me If she knew about It.”

Chris laid his head back against the sofa, looking at the phone sitting in the coffee table. He picked It up and looked at Scott. “Technically, she can see me.” He grabbed the phone and pressed the recording button, holding his phone out to his brother.

“He’s going to have a full breakdown in front of the camera, but don’t worry,” Scott said from behind the camera, trying not to laugh at his brother’s constant pout.

“Is It recording?” Chris's gloomy eyes looked at the camera watching Scott nod in affirmation. “Alright, uh…” He said, wiping the sweat off his hands on the pants. “Scott won’t let me see ya. And I miss you, dearly. I hope you still like me still. I can’t wait to marry you tomorrow and start practicing for our little family.”

Scott scrunched his nose and laughed, making Chris frown.

“It’s a really serious thingy Scott! Don’t laugh!” Chris scoffed at his brother. “I love you, baby. I love you so much. And you… you might notice I am a little bit on the drunk side, but those beers were really good. I wish you were there. Did I say I love you? I love you. Don’t abandon me tomorrow, If you do, I probably deserve It. But I don’t think I do. Do I Scott?”

He had a worried expression on his face now. It softened when Scott grinned and said a low “no”.

You closed the door behind you, letting Dodger lay by your side. The puppy did just has Chris instructed, not leaving your side during the whole evening. The light of your screen lightens up with a notification from Chris.

“It’s dad, Bubba.” You said to Dodger whose ears perked up when he heard Chris’s voice.

You smiled when you saw the man with a loosen up tie and a few buttons undone of his shirt. You could tell he was nervous. He scrunched his nose here and then and caressed his beard, something you would do for him when he felt the most anxious. You traced his features with your finger, missing him dearly. Between soft giggles, and an anxious heart, you couldn’t wait to marry the man tomorrow.

Oh, shut (Dad!Chris Evans)

"Is she alright?"

Chris looked behind his shoulder, completly unaware that we has live on Instagram.

"Oh sweet girl, did you scraped your knee?"

"Daddy, I fell."

Olive pointed at her knee with an adorable pout on her lips. She made her way over Chris and asked him to pick her up.

"Let daddy see. Oh, It's nothing. Look, mommy is going to kiss It and you will be just fine."

You closed the door behind you, letting Dodger in, and smiled when you heard Chris.

"I think she just didn't want Dodger to feel bad about his hip." You chuckled and the little girl smiled, hiding her face on Chris's t-shirt.

You bent over and kissed her knee, looking up at them. "Now, let's go and leave daddy working. We'll be on the living room." You said to Chris, picking up Olive.

"Alright, I love you girls!"

"Love you too! Go get hem' tiger!"

Chris smiled and turned to face his camera again, only to find out he had been live all the time.

"Oh, Shut."