#chris evans x daughter!reader

[graciegoeskrazy]

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[sevasey51]

Hello buddy!, I was thinking about something about Chris Evans x daughter reader, also do this if you feel comfortable, but it would also be with Alba Baptista, you are their daughter, and I don't know, how would they both be with you, or if you want Invite your friends to the house, what would they be like?🥺❤️

Thank you anon for this ask I hope you like it, and thank you for all for still interacting with my page even though I’ve not been active a lot. It’s good to be back!

“it was you, your dad and Alba”

Chris Evans x daughter!reader (featuring Alba Baptista)

What would they be like with you, I could imagine this is during your teen years,

They’d both be insanely supportive and proud of you of course, they love you to all end of the earth.

Chris especially because he’s always wanted a daughter because every dad wants to have the status of “girl dad” it’s all he ever dreamed of. So when he finally had you with your mum (his ex wife). You couldn’t wipe the smile off his face or the giddiness that was infectious.

When Chris and Alba got together when you were 13 of course you would shy away at first but you were like that with newer people in your life. Because she was going to be apart of your life, you saw the way your dad looked at her, how he was enchanted, the same look he had when he found out he was a girl dad 13 years ago. You knew he found the one.

Alba was nothing but kind and pleasant with you, she knew it would take time for you to get used to having her around but she’d always do it on your terms, it became a thing every 2 weeks at the weekend you’d go on a girls date and get your nails done. Because it’s an “Abla & y/n thing” or at least that’s what your dad called it.

She never expected to you to call her mum, but really you loved to have a maternal figure in your life, you’d expressed it to your uncle Scott that you loved it and that it was nice to now have someone else you could gossip about your girl problems to, but Scott was still the best at it.

When it came to friends and them coming over they were both more than happy to host them, as Chris knew more than Alba your friends were your rocks and they did help you though the tough time of when you were still really unsure of the relationship your dad had, because you felt it was new and a very sudden change that you didn’t cope too well with. Chloe, Ben and Millie were life lines for you too, and to be fair your whole family loved them too.

Looking back, Chris couldn’t be prouder of you, for accepting alba in to the family and into the little unit you and your dad had become after being alone in each others company for so long. It was just you and your dad. But now it was you, your dad and Alba.

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[positivelyholland]

do you think you can write a Chris x daughter!reader and she is a massive swiftie and just always listening to her music, always asking if she can buy merch, and something about her trying to get eras tour tickets and Chris just being supportive of this obsession?? btw love your work 🫶🏻🫶🏻

pairing: chris evans x daughter!reader

genre: so fluffy

summary: getting ready for a Taylor Swift concert but your dad is seriously lacking in the glitter department. 

warnings: sparkles galore 

A/N yes i know i've already written a fic along the lines of this request. did that stop me from writing another taylor swift concert related piece? obviously not. will there be another eras tour related fic coming to my blog soon? maybe, you'll have to wait and see.

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You had always been Daddy's little girl. I mean, being the daughter of a famous actor, meant you had your fair share of privileges in and of itself. But Chris did almost anything you wanted, having started when you were a baby but now is continuing into your teenage years. 

However despite the glitz and glamour that came with your father's profession, there was one thing you had never experienced – attending a Taylor Swift concert.

Your love for Taylor Swift's music was more than just a casual fan's adoration. Her songs had been the soundtrack to many of your memorable moments. When the opportunity to see her in concert came, you couldn't have been more excited. 

Your father, knowing your passion for Taylor's music, had a surprise in store for you.

The day finally arrived, and you found yourself dressed in an Eras Tour worthy dress. Between the glitter on your face, sparkles in your hair, and rhinestones all throughout your outfit, you were totally ready to experience the concert of a lifetime. 

Chris, however, did not meet the standards of appearance for this sort of occasion. 

"Dad, you'll look like an idiot wearing just a t-shirt!" you explained. 

"Y/N love, it's literally a Taylor Swift t-shirt," he countered, making you realize exactly what the problem was. 

"Maybe it's not the shirt, but it's the lack of pizazz! Luckily for you, your daughter is an expert in that department! Follow me!" You say as you drag your father toward where all you store your makeup. 

"Nope, not happening" he laughed as he realized where you were taking him. 

"Pleaseeeee" you begged, knowing he can't ever be against what you want. "It's the experience of a lifetime, we need to go all out!!" 

"Sorry but I don't think I need glitter on my face, the t-shirt is enough." his response surprised you, knowing that he's never lasted this long saying no to you.

Thank goodness you have a final trick up your sleeve that has a 100% success rate so far. 

"If you won't do it for Taylor fucking Swift, do it for your beloved daughter!" which makes Chris groan, but only for a moment before he reluctantly agrees, and gives into to your request.

So there you are, using a spray glitter bottle in your dad's hair, with the sparkly 13 you had drawn on his hand. 

If it's not for Taylor Swift, then there is still a 100% guarantee that Chris can't say no to his daughter. 

[mxssingmemories]

It'll be okay.

Pairing: Chris Evans x daughter!reader

Summary: Y/N started a new job and has started getting bad migraines. Chris just wants to be there for his daughter.

Warnings: Migraines, reader breaks down, lots n lots of fluff.

Word count: 615!

A/N: This was requested by the lovely @chrisevansdaughter ! Definitely one of my favorite things I've ever written :) Hope you're having a good day, lovelies!

You were having a very stressful day. Honestly, in your opinion, it was more like a stressful week. You'd just started a new job, and it was..well, one of the most difficult things you've ever done. Your new boss was pretty mean, and even though you knew he'd warm up to you after a while, it was still hard to get through. As a result of this, you were getting less sleep in order to prove yourself to him. In the span of a week, you've gotten about 16 hours of sleep. Almost every minute of your waking hours was spent working on your computer or at the office, and Chris knew it. It was starting to show in the way you acted, spoke, even walking looked slightly concerning to him.

You knew that as his daughter, you didn't even have to work-the money he got from his consistent acting roles was well enough to keep you both afloat for as long as you needed. You'd turned 18 half a year ago, and you just couldn't help feeling that without a job you were just using him.

As a result of the stress and constant lack of sleep, you'd started having really bad migraines. It was something you've had before, but it was never this bad. You'd have at least two a week, and they were unbearable. Your dad was very concerned every time you had one, insisting you quit your job and let him provide for you. Each time you refused, even through tears. You continued to push yourself through everything, and it hurt Chris to know that he couldn't do anything except be there for you when it got bad.

As a result of a particularly bad day, you laid on your bed with a cool cloth over your face to block out the light. When they got this bad, all you could do was take some pain medication and lie down, waiting it out. This was how your dad found you when he got home, and the sight immediately made his heart hurt.

As soon as he realized what was going on, he jogged to the kitchen to grab you some water and a blanket. Coming back into your room with the supplies, he laid the blanket across your shivering body and softly grabbed your hand.

"It's alright, Y/N. I'm here. I've got you." He turned the room light off and closed the blackout curtains, removing the cloth from your eyes so he could see your face. His heart once again felt too heavy;your face held clear pain and he wanted to cry.

"How bad is it this time, baby?" he asked you, making sure his voice was soft. Your eyes filled with tears at the pure love in his eyes, a sob escaping you.

"Oh honey," he whispered, pulling you into his arms. You curled into his chest, letting yourself fall apart for the first time since you started the job.

You cried for what felt like hours, your dad holding you through it. He cradled you tightly, whispering loving encouragement as he rocked you back and forth. Eventually, your sobs ceased to hiccups. Finally relaxing in your dad's loving arms, he planted a kiss on your forehead.

"Please quit the job, my love. It's stressing you out so much. It's so hard to see you like this when I can fix it. Please, baby. I love you, Y/N." he murmured.

Unable to keep resisting, you nodded your head. Sleep threatened to take you right then and there. You finally let it. Your last thought was that your dad was the best person in the whole world.

[youre-amazing-say-it]

Request 2 flufftober

Chris x adopted daughter

She’s never experienced the infamous ‘evans Halloween party’ or any holiday with their family ever or even before she was adopted by Chris, so she’s not very sure what to do or how to act because she’s not used to this but they have it at chris’ house because he agreed to host and basically halfway though the night reader goes to her room to calm down with dodger since she’s got a calm corner in her room but it’s a separate room in her room if you get what i mean. And chris finds her overwhelmed by all of this since it’s loud and just overstimulating as hell so she feels guilty because she’d always get moaned at for being the ‘problem child’ but Chris assures her it’s okay to be overwhelmed and overstimulated by this because it’s not her normal since she’s never really had a normal so they talk about it since it’s okay so she doesn’t feel like a burden or a problem and it’s just fluff with a little angst because her parents weren’t nice people (can relate) so he gives her the space and the comfort to decompress from this and then lets her say when she’s ready to go back out if she is so he’s not rushing her 💖

I was Afraid

Pairing: Chris Evans x Adopted Daughter!reader

Warning: Glass Breaking, Yelling, talk of abuse (physical), Reader Overstimulated/ Shut down, Weighted Blanket, Anxiety,

A/N: changed it to a welcome party! hopefully I did this justice

Being a teenager in the foster system, you never thought you would get adopted, even less so by Chris Evans. The two of you meet through a screening of Captain America: The Winter Soldier hosted by the City of NYC for all the kids in foster care. Chris and Sebastian Stan came to stop by, and the two of you instantly connected.

Five months later, Chris signed the papers and you moved into his home in Boston. After settling in, Chris mentioned that he would have the family over for a welcome party. You had met them each individually before but never had they all been over at once.

Now, the gathering was in full swing. Chris and Scott were outside catching up, plus Chris really wanted you to spend time with your aunt and cousins to get to know them. Your cousins were all playing a board game. You, Carly, and Shana were in the kitchen starting to clean up from the party. You went to go clean out a glass bowl until it accidentally slipped from your fingers, dropping it on the floor.

The sound of the glass on the floor made your breath hitch. Your cousins, not knowing any better, ran to the kitchen and started walking towards the broken glass. "kids, KIDS!" Carly spoke loudly. You could tell she was getting overwhelmed, not wanting her kids and niece to get hurt. "Step away from the glass," Chris and Scott came inside after hearing the breaking as they took in the scene in front of them.

Nobody took in the way you were reacting, standing still and eyes wide. You made a huge mistake, and you knew that this was going to go bad. You felt your breathing going heavy, and your brain started to hurt. Your mind was racing with all of the possible scenarios of how Chris or the family would punish you for your mistakes. You didn't want to get hit, you had to run. Run.

Shit," you heard Chris murmuring under his breath. "Okay back up, BACK UP!" Chris said as he went to go grab the dustpan from the kitchen. He noticed you just standing there and he quickly moved you out of the way. You came back to reality at that moment as you quickly ran upstair to your new room.

Meanwhile, Chris was too preoccupied with cleaning to realize that you left the room. He finished sweeping the glass into the dustpan, and put it in a plastic bag and away for the moment. Once it was away, Chris looked around for you, realizing your presence was missing. "Hey," he turned towards Carly, "where did Y/n go?" Carly exhaled as she put her hands on the counter. "I think I heard her go upstairs. Maybe it all got too much for her," she spoke to her brother. "You okay if I go check up on her?" he asked his sister. "Of course, go" she replied as he started heading up the stairs.

Your room at this point didn't have much, you still needed to personalize it. But the one thing you for sure had was the nice bean bag in the corner with a white weighted blanket on top of it. Chris got it for you after the first couple of hangouts when you mentioned how when you get anxious you just need comfort. You quickly got under the blanket and closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down.

A couple minutes later, you heard a gentle knock on the door. "Hey, sweetie? It's Chris, can I come in?" you heard the voice say. While Chris adopted you officially, you still weren't at the point of calling him dad yet. You nodded your head, but then realized he couldn't see you. "Sure," you said as you wrapped the blanket around yourself more.

As Chris stepped into your room, he saw that you were curled up into the blanket. Wanting to give you space, he closed the door behind him as he sat on your bed. "I see the blanket has come to good use," he spoke, trying to make conversation. "Do you like it?" he questioned. You gave a nod as you try to decompress after the event. "Look, I don't want to say that I know what you are going through because I don't. But I'm in this for the long run with you, and I want to help you as much as I can." He spoke softly. "So, want to tell me what that was about?"

You took a breath before continuing. "I was afraid you were going to hit me," you practically whispered. Chris just let out a huge sigh as he stood up and made his way over to you. With each step he took, he saw your body tense up more and more. Chris stopped and knelt down in front of you. "Y/n, can you look at me," you shook your head quickly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you spoke as you felt the tears coming down your face. He quickly got rid of the blanket and scooped you up into his lap as he held you.

"Shh, shh, I got you, hun. I got you, it's okay" you heard him say into your ear as he stroked your hair. Your hand was shakingly clutched onto the white t-shirt Chris was wearing. Breathe in, breathe out, come on just like we practiced," he whispered as you tried doing what he said. Deep breaths in and out. You continued to do that until you and Chris could feel your heartbeat and tears slow down.

"Hun," Chris said as he wiped some tears off your face and moved your hair out of your face. "You know I will never EVER hurt you. And I know it will take some time for your brain to know that. But know that you are in a safe home, and you are loved, okay?" he spoke as you looked into your lap. "Hey kiddo, look at me," he requested as you looked into his blue eyes. "I will always keep you safe. I promise"

You latched onto him again as he said those words, feeling your world become a little bit safer to live in.

[mrvlxgrl]

Chris Evans x daughter!reader

A/N:So yeah this would be my first fic. I know this not the best,but hey i finnaly did it! Sorry for the mistakes english is not my first language.

Warnings: -

Frist Word

Gif is not mine!

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It was like any normal day with Chris and the little y/n. Y/n at 4 a.m. screamed till her daddy came to her room and feed her. After they were cuddling and then fall asleep in Chris room. Then he had breakfast give y/n a little baby food.

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In the afternoon Chris was sitting on the couch watching TV while his daughter was playing with her blocks, when his phone rang it was his mom they were talking for a few minutes. Y/n noticed that her daddy wasn't paying attention to her while she was babbling. So she took a big breath and screamed:DADA! Chris was in shock for one minute, then he put his phone down and rushed to her.

"Yes baby i'm your dada!" "Say it again."

She babbled something and then she said it again"D-dada!" Chris was so happy that his baby said her first word.

y/n giggled happily that her father was playing attention to her. ...and that's how yn said her first word.

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Requests are open as always and if you can like it pls!❤️❤️

[positivelyevans]

chris evans & characters

DISCLAIMER: these are all xdaughter!reader fics that i personally love and please go support these writers for me!!

Day Off | by: @lu-morningstar

Periods Suck | by: @chrisevansdaughter

Best of You | by: @j0elmill3r

Celebration | by: @alisonsfics

On Set | by: @druigsfavwitch

Safety Plan | by: @youre-amazing-say-it

Miserable at Best | by: @ddefendingjacobb

Father Daughter Dance | by: @hulkstacos

Safety in the Night | by: @kining-the-evil Ransom Drysdale Work | by: @kining-the-evil

AND A FEW OF MY OWN WORKS ;)

Throw it Back | by: @positivelyholland

Seasonal Depression | by: @positivelyholland

Bad Grade | by: @positivelyholland

[sunnylands-world]

Breakfast

Board inspired by the one I saw @fvckinghenrycavill do

Pairing: husband Chris Evans x fem reader

Summary: just fluff you making Chris breakfast Bring it to him after he's been working all morning

Word count: 701

Warnings: none!

A/n: I had to write the sexist man alive a fic because I absolutely adore him

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~|fluffy content ahead|~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You had been sitting on the sofa in you and Chris's shared house looking out the open doors letting in the sunlight. Your place was mostly made of wood. You found it comforting to look out and see the tall green trees, your Christmas tree was one of them. It stood tall decorated with the ornaments you had hung up with Chris's help of course. You were so excited when he had brought it home. You had grown quite bored after a few hours since Chris was working on a project and the dogs were resting in there beds near the door. It wasn't that you were neglected by Chris, you just missed his attention.

You couldn't for the life of you understand why they'd given your husband a job around Christmas anyway. You had just been in his office checking in on him from time to time. He was deeply concentrated on what he was doing, so much so that he didn't move his eyes to look your way when you entered. You understood he was busy so left to give him space; that was over an hour ago and you couldn't help but worry a bit since he hadn't come down to eat but you really didn't want to disturb him while he was working. It made you a bit anxious, though Chris wasn't the type to blow a fuse if you did go talk to him, that was just how you were. You sat for a moment debating on whether or not you should go ask him to come eat but you quickly shut the questions out; you are his wife! you could make him food.

You nodded as If confirming it as you made your way to the kitchen. "Eggs and bacon are fine" you mumbled, pulling the carton and pack from the fridge, reaching for a pan and throwing the items on the stove. Chris was typing away on his computer when the smell filled the space. He looked up for a second, had you been cooking yourself something he thought while looking over his laptop. "Good she remembered to eat" he said to himself and went back to work content with the fact that you were taking care of yourself. A few hours passed while you cooked everything before plating it. You decided half way through to make hot chocolate with a candy cane resting in the mug, a few marshmallows floating on the steaming liquid as you carried the plate up the steps to him.

You pushed the door all the way open admiring your husband and how attractive he looked, focused on his task before knocking as lightly as you could with the food in your hand."Chris" you called softly and he looked up at the sound of your voice, a warm smile on his face at the sight of you. "Oh honey, you made me breakfast," he said, reaching for you as you walked to him, you nodded. "I wasn't sure if you'd want to come down so I made it and brought it to you" you say as you sit it down. "and you made hot chocolate!" He beamed, causing you to giggle while nodding. Chris had always been so adorable to you, he had a child like nature to him at times that never failed to melt your heart.

"You're the best. I wouldn't know what to do without you angel" he said, pulling you in his lap as he pressed kisses to your entire face, his beard tickling your skin making your nose scrunch up. He pulled back, blue ocean eyes looking at you with adoration and love. You smile at him, the look reminding you of the first time you saw him. He looked at you like you held the stars and the moon in your grasp. "I love you" he said in a haze, taking in your beauty like a fine art piece as his eyes searched your face. Your eyelashes flutter as the familiar butterflies and heart ache feeling fills you. You kiss him gently as you cup his face letting your eyes shut, his lips move with yours passionately. "I love you more" you say, pulling back.

[bveckerswife]

heyyy so here’s some more people im willing to write for i promise i am getting around to all of the asks i just want to make sure they are the best i can do!:)

x reader

-jj maybank (obx)

-conrad fisher (tsitp)

-peter parker (mcu)

x daughter!reader (don’t judge me i have parent issues lmfao)

-chris evans

-scarlett johansson

-pedro pascal

-sebastian stan

-lorelai gilmore (gilmore girls)

-tony stark (mcu)

there’s def more i’m just too tired to think

[lovers-in-japan-reign-of-love]

could you do a chris evans x daughter!reader where she is around 16-17 years old and she’s diagnosed with cancer? he takes a break from acting to be with her throughout the treatment and when her hair starts falling out she’s upset about it but ultimately decides to have him shave it and she starts crying after so he decides to shave his too?

(2nd image taken from Pinterest)

Notes: I’d like to thank (anonymous) for the request and I hope you like it. I would also like to say that I mean no disrespect by writing or posting this, and in no way do I take the themes and topics discussed in this fic lightly. So if you’re triggered by any of this, I suggest not reading it.

Sorry for the sudden/sloppy ending.

Also, I think this will be the last cancer fic I’ll do. I feel like I’ve done enough and to be honest they’re kind of exhausting to write about. I hope you guys don’t mind.

I don’t own any of the gifs/pictures used.

Warnings: Cancer; a whirlwind of emotions; shaving heads; crying; good dad Chris Evans; spelling/grammatical errors; whatever else I failed to mention

Word Count: 490 (give or take)

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The news of your diagnosis seemed to come right out of left field

Sure, you’d been feeling a little under the weather but you didn’t think it was cancer

When you got the news, you felt numb

It felt like everything was just collapsing in on itself

Your father took it the hardest

He looked like he was on the brink of a panic attack

He grabbed your hand and giving it gentle squeezes (something he did with you when he felt nervous or overwhelmed)

He was going over every possible treatment option for you and the more they discussed how to treat you, the more the situation dawned on you

You had cancer

That’s when you started crying

You were going through the 5 stages of grief in such a short amount of time

Even after you and your father left the doctor’s office, you were inconsolable

Every possible emotion was shooting through you

Questions were firing off in your head

When the crying stopped, the numbness set in

And before you knew it, you were at your first scheduled treatment and that’s when it all set in

It became real in that moment

Afterward, you became quiet and thoughtful

Chris was concerned, and when he asked what was up, you surprised him with your answer

“I want to shave my head.”

It was an upsetting statement, but you considered doing it yourself rather than enduring the hair loss because of the chemo and everything

Chris was hesitant but ultimately agreed

When the day came for the shaving, you felt a weight on your chest

You’d always prided yourself in your hair, and knowing it’d be gone in a matter of minutes hurt

But it’s what you wanted

It’s what you needed, in a strange way

Another step in accepting your cancer diagnosis

You sat on a chair in the bathroom and fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, one leg bouncing as you tried to ready yourself

And when your father came with the shaver, you had to take in and let out a trembling breath, forcing yourself to accept what was going to happen

You watched it all in slow motion

You watched your hair fall

You felt a lump in your throat that you desperately tried to push down

But by the end, seeing your reflection in the bathroom mirror

You ram your hand over your head, gasping slightly at the feel

It took you five solid minutes of inspecting your reflection and running your hand on your now shaven head to feel something

The grief was still there, but there was a spark of something else

You couldn’t identify it, but it was something

And as you looked back at your father, at the uncertainty on his face, you tried for a smile

It didn’t reach your eyes and you knew the grief would last a while, but you knew you made a good decision

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[sevasey51]

I would love prompts

“have you been crying?” “no.” “please don’t lie to me, i care about you.”

and

“i feel so stupid.” “don’t ever feel stupid for having a normal reaction to a situation that you couldn’t control.”

with Chris and Luna! Would be amazing thanks love 🤍

It’s him and his girl against the world.

Your favourite dynamic duo is back, I hope you guys enjoy 🫶🏻

Warnings: just Luna being sad anxious, and overthinking her exam results and softy! Dad Chris is back 🥹 we love him, semi destructive behaviour *just an outburst that Chris has to deep pressure hug Luna to help her calm*

It doesn't take him too long to figure out what's wrong with Luna, even if she's shut herself down.

He comes up to her door, listening for any signs of crying or distress, "Luns, Bubba can I come in" he asks as he knocks on the door.

"Mhmhm sure Dad let me just put this away" her voice cracked as she tried not to give away anything to her dad because he didn't need to know.

Little did she know he hurt that little crack loud and clear, it hurt him that she was hurting, he opened the door it creaked as it opened bringing more of Luna's room into view, he made a mental note to oil the hinges later. "Hey love.. he asked inquisitively pausing when he saw her puffy red face "Have you been crying?" He asked.

"No!" she snaps out of frustration not releasing what she did until she snapped at him

Chris was taken aback by the way she reacted but he knew it wasn't on purpose. He padded over to her bed, her face covered in blankets. Hugging her lightly, taking a deep breath, taking a moment to calm down he looked at Luna with all the love in his and said "Don't lie to me, I care about you".

That just breaks the floodgates down, tears running rapidly down her face clouding her vision, the outline of her dad, and the blurry outline of a certain ginger and white patchy dog. She feels stupid, so stupid it's not even a reason to be this worked up over it, it's just classic Luna.

It was just a simple exam, just a simple f**king exam and she couldn't even wait for the result.

Turns out when she thought the next thing, she was thinking out loud, *I feel so stupid." She stuttered at the end, and then she thought *Nope I didn't just say that out loud stupid*. Her heart sank at the look on her dad's face. Here comes the spiel of boosting her confidence, it always works though.

"Luna, why would you say that, hmm?" He looked at her in disbelief.

It was getting destructive she was eating herself from the inside out with the thought she needed, out of her head.

"Because I am stupid! It's a stupid test result and I can't seem to not just do it normally, I have to pull a

'Classic Luna' she says mockingly, and overthink everything single. The thing I do!" She shouts, at what or who she didn't know.

He grabs her gently as she has her outburst into the general world, once again the gates break and the tears stream rapidly again.

"Shhh, hey hey... It's okay. It's okay sunshine. He whispers into her ear trying not to move her from where she's nestled in his neck. "It's okay, Luna you should never feel stupid for a situation that is out of your control, love you regardless of the result Bubba. Regardless of anything you are still my best girl, you are the best daughter. The smartest and most confident person in the world, and I know Scott would say you the best goddam niece ever too." He laughed as he tickled her lightly to get a smile out of her.

All in all, she's the smartest and sweetest girl he'll ever have the privilege of being a parent to, and that's all that matters to him.

It’s him and his girl against the world.

Hey there loves, I’m glad to be back posting proper content again kinda, i just wanted to say a massive thank you to you all for all of the support and love as always, I hope you enjoy 💕

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[positivelyholland]

Hey sunshine, it’s meeeeee!

So could you write something with Chris x daughter reader when she’s not having the best past couple of weeks because her brain just won’t let her communicate what she wants to (her brain just isn’t braining) and chris knows when she gets like this her anxiety is though the roof because she can’t explain anything it’s almost like her mind is just detached from herself it makes her panic badly. So it’s a lot of comfort, bluey and communication strategies because he knows it’s hard for her, so he gets scott to take her out because she’s hasn’t been out the house in a hot minute just to get her some fresh air and some of her comfort foods like apple sauce because it slaps. They just have a fun and slow couple of days until her brain finally decides it wants brain again, even if it’s as slow and spending a day in chris’ bed with bluey or going on a walk with Scott and dodger. Just comfort and to be able to slow down that’s all she needed

pairing: chris evans x daughter!reader

genre: comfort & fluff

summary: when school gets to be too much, you're dad comes and saves the day

warnings: being overwhelmed

A/N: im so sorry that it took me long to respond to this, my dear! hopefully the wait was worth it and this can be all that you wanted it to be

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You sit at your desk, surrounded by what felt like a mountain of books, papers, assignments, and so on. School has become extra overwhelming lately, and you're struggling to keep up.

You had been working on your homework for hours at this point, and you were just about to reach your tipping point.

That tipping point came sooner than you thought as you finished what you assumed to be your millionth essay of the day, just to realize that you didn't save your progress.

That's when the tears started falling.

Just before you about ruined your art homework by crying, you head a gentle knock on your bedroom door. You sniffle, hastily wiping away your tears, and call out, "Come in."

The door creaks open, and you see your dad, standing there with a sympathetic smile. His presence alone is enough to provide some solace. You've always admired him—his kindness, his strength, and his unwavering support.

"Hey, kiddo," Chris says, stepping into the room. "I noticed you've been pretty stressed lately... and now you're crying so I'm a little concerned, mind if I come in and talk?"

You shake your head, and he walks over to your desk, taking a seat beside you. His comforting presence feels like a warm shield against the stress that surrounds you.

"What's been going on, y/n?" Chris asks, concern evident in his voice.

You take a deep breath and pour your heart out, sharing your struggles, fears, and frustrations. You talk about the constant pressure to excel, the feeling of never being good enough, and the anxiety that has been building up within you.

Chris listens intently, his eyes filled with empathy. When you finish, he places a hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"You know, you're doing a really good job, but i understand that it can be hard to do a good job sometimes" he says, his voice soothing. "But it's important to remember that you're not alone in this. We'll find a way to make it through together."

A glimmer of hope flickers in your eyes as you absorb his words. Your dad, understands your struggles and is determined to help you overcome them. Inspired by his unwavering support, you wipe away the remaining tears and give him a small nod.

"Alright, then," Chris says with a mischievous smile. "Enough of the studying for today. It's time for a break."

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by his sudden shift in tone. "What do you have in mind?"

He stands up and extends a hand toward you. "How about we go on an adventure? We'll leave the books behind for a while and focus on having fun."

You hesitate for a moment, but the idea of spending time with your dad, escaping the suffocating stress, is too tempting to resist. And besides, you don't get chances to spend an entire day having fun with your dad instead of doing homework.

You reach out, your hand slipping into his, and he pulls you to your feet.

Chris leads you downstairs, and soon, the two of you are stepping out into the sunshine, Dodger's leash in hand. As the three of you walk together, he fills the air with his infectious laughter, making your worries melt away.

First, he takes you to a local park. You swing on the swings, feeling weightless as the wind rushes through your hair. He pushes you higher and higher, shouting encouragement and laughing alongside you.

Doing all this just like you did when you were a little girl. You finished at the park with a game of fetch with Dodger.

Next, you head to the arcade, where Chris challenges you to a series of friendly competitions. You cheer each other on, while both of you still want to be the winner.

As the two of you celebrate victories and laugh off defeats, all the stress and worry seem like distant memories.

When you're both worn out from games, Chris suggests grabbing ice cream. You eagerly agree, savoring each spoonful as you stroll through the city streets, talking about anything and everything. Chris listens intently, offering advice and sharing stories of his own struggles.

"Remember, kiddo," Chris whispers, his voice soft and comforting. "Life can get tough, but it's the moments like these that make it all worthwhile. You're strong, resilient, and capable of great things. Don't let the challenges define you."

His words resonate deep within your heart, filling you with newfound determination. With Chris by your side, you realize that you can face anything that comes your way.

After a good nights sleep, the next morning you settle back at your desk, ready to tackle your mountain fo work with a renewed sense of purpose. Armed with the love and support of your dad, you know you can do anything.

[jessybarnes]

Hey love! I know you said that you’d be more than happy to write me a teacher! Chris fic and I finally thought of the idea for it :)

Reader is Chris’ daughter and has a medical condition that flares up from time to time so she struggles to focus with school and work etc and that struggle also loves to bring out her anxiety and chris always makes sure to look out for her. There are plans in place like her being allowed to have breaks, use headphones etc and have a pass to the sensory room that chris got out in for her and other kids who get overwhelmed or anxious and she has a bad morning so she’s not in her first lesson because of it and everyone is more than understanding but it gets her brain overthinking and overstimulated which in turn leads to a sensory overload and she has to go to the sensory room to calm down, after trying all of her other methods before leaving. Chris catches wind of her being there because he was notified since he wasn’t teaching and he goes and helps to calm her down, she was overstimulated because she had a migraine from the flare up and was in pain but it was masked by the anxiety so Chris calms her down and makes sure she gets some of her meds that he keeps in his class for her and it’s just comforting fluff and they talk about her feeling when she’s ready to and it’s just sweet. Then chris makes sure she doesn’t miss out on any of her work and let’s her sit in his classroom all day to try and get some of her work done :) ❤️

Hey, bby ❤️🥰 I really hope you like this! Thank you for sending me a request!

Title: You're Not Crazy

Pairing: Teacher!Chris Evans x Daughter!Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1,651

Tags: Angst, fluff, domesticated!Chris Evans, vulnerability, school struggles, anxiety attack, sensory overload, stress, use of the sensory room, use of sensory swing, taking medicine, crying, feelings of being a burden, being overwhelmed, Chris is the sweetest.

Written For: @ultimatechrisbingo, @anyfandomangstbingo, @thebo3bingo, @anyfandomdarkbingo, and @comfortember

Square(s) Filled: I1 - Domesticated!Chris Evans for Ultimate Chris Bingo // I4 - "Am I a psycho?" for Any Fandom Angst Bingo // G3 - Vulnerability for The BO3 Bingo // B2 - School Struggles for Any Fandom Dark Bingo

Comfortember Day 18: Overwhelmed

Requested By: The amazing @chrisevansdaughter 🥰🥰❤️❤️

Beta(s): Just my old pal Grammarly

You groan at the beeping of your alarm clock and smack the snooze button with your hand. Even the thought of getting out of bed seems too much, let alone going to school.

It's nearing the end of the year which means finals, and as if that isn't overwhelming enough, you've also been struggling with your anxiety lately.

Your dad, Chris, is always there for you. You know he is. If you went downstairs and told him you aren't feeling well, you're certain he'll let you stay home from school, but that would mean having a bunch of makeup work. And that would only create more anxiety for you.

You sigh and throw the covers off of you before finally getting up to get dressed. The walk across your room takes more effort than normal and your hands shake as you struggle to find something in your closet to wear. The tingling in your legs, the burning in your throat, and the tightness in your chest are all too familiar as you sink to the floor.

Thick tears stream down your face as you struggle to control your breathing. There's no way you're going to make it to school on time, and that makes you even more upset. Even though your dad understands you have a medical condition, you're still afraid to let him down.

After all, he's all you have.

With a shaky hand, you unlock your phone and open your text conversation with him. He's probably prepping for his first-period class by now, and you hope your message doesn't interrupt him.

You: Hey, dad? I'm having a hard time this morning and wondered if I could come in a little later today. Maybe just an hour later?

Dad: Sure, of course, honey. Do you need me to come home?

You: No, I don't want you to miss your class. I'll be alright. I'll text you when I get to school, okay?

Dad: Okay, Y/N. Promise me you'll tell me if you need me though.

You: I promise.

You lock your phone and wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt. All your life you've struggled with your health and for once, you just want to feel normal.

From the outside, you wouldn't even know that you're sick. You look normal, like the rest of the kids your age, but that couldn't be further from the truth.

The battles you fight every day are internal, and sometimes, like this morning, it feels like you're by yourself on an island. Like no one understands what you're going through, and it's times like this that make you feel completely and utterly alone.

Once you're able to catch your breath again, you stand up and grab a comfortable pair of leggings and an oversized hoodie before running a brush through your hair. If you're going to endure school today, then this is as dressed up as you're getting.

Grabbing your purse with all of your comfort items in it, you head out the door and make the short ten-minute trip. The parking lot is almost full when you get there, but you eventually find a spot pretty close to the front.

You shoot a quick text to your dad letting him know you're there and head to your first class. The halls are silent, other than the soft thud of your shoes hitting the tile, as you grab what you need from your locker.

All of your teachers are understanding whenever you come in late like this. Your doctor signed off on it as well, but the thought of walking into a room with everyone's eyes on you still makes knots form in your stomach.

You push through it and find your seat in the back of the room. Your friend passes you her notes for you to copy and you smile at her softly. Honestly, having everyone's support is a blessing. You couldn't imagine actually having to go through all of this alone.

About ten minutes into the lesson you feel your hands start to shake again. You squeeze your eyes shut and try one of your breathing exercises, but it doesn't work. Although, if you're being honest, they rarely ever do.

Everything seems twice as loud and your eyes can't seem to focus. It's been a while since you've had an episode this bad, so you grab your headphones out of your bag along with one of your fidget toys.

You're able to calm down a little, but it still isn't enough. Tears sting your eyes and you gather your things before walking up to your teacher's desk. She takes one look at you and quickly writes you a pass to the sensory room that your dad had made for you and other kids who need it.

You quickly walk down the hallway and keep your head down until you're safely inside the room that's helped you so many times.

Your dad had pitched the idea to the school board, advocating for students who have focusing issues, mental health disorders, autism, and other medical-related things. The superintendent approved it immediately, and soon one of the unused classrooms was turned into a fully functional sensory room.

A large, colorful area rug covers half of the white, tile floor, the lights are dimmed down and little stars and moons are projecting onto the walls and ceiling, there's a TV against one of the walls that's playing Disney movies softly on a loop along with a few bean bag chairs on the floor in front of it, a table with different colored lava lamps is on display on the opposite wall, and in one corner hangs your favorite feature, a sensory swing.

You set your bags down on the floor and lock the door so no one else comes in before climbing inside the teardrop-shaped swing. Once you close it the feeling of weightlessness takes over. It's dark, and you're finally able to let go of some of the stress and anxiety that's been swirling around in your chest.

A few minutes later, you hear the lock click on the door. Normally, you'd freak out, but you know it's your dad. He and the principal are the only two people who have keys to this room.

The door shuts behind him, and his soft, familiar voice fills the small room.

"Sweetheart? I got a call that you were in here and I wanted to check on you."

You don't say anything, but the lump in your throat gets bigger as he continues to talk.

"You don't need to come out of the swing, but can we talk about what happened? What's got you so overwhelmed, Y/N?"

You know he wants to help, and you love him so much for that. He's always been your rock. The one constant that's always been there for you. It's just hard to find the words right now, so you hope he understands when all you offer is one of your shaky hands as your answer.

Chris feels his heart constrict when he sees you reach one of your small hands out for him. He grabs one of the bean bag chairs and sits down on it before wrapping his big, warm ones around it.

"I'm here, honey. It's okay."

His gentle voice makes your lip tremble and the overwhelming need to hug him outweighs your anxiety. You open the swing and unceremoniously climb out before wrapping your arms around his neck.

"M'sorry..."

Chris shakes his head and rubs your back tenderly, "you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart."

You pull away and look into his concerned eyes. You hate when he worries, especially when you're the cause of it. He's done so much for you and maybe if you were normal things would be easier for him.

"But I do though. You're missing class, I-I’m going to have so much homework, not to mention I came in late today...and you're always worrying about me because of the way I am."

Fresh tears fall down your cheeks as you finally meet his eyes, "all I am is a burden."

Chris's heart shatters. He shakes his head and holds your face gently in his hands.

"Oh, Y/N...please don't think that. You're my daughter, my little girl no matter how old you get, and you'll never ever be a burden to me."

"I'm always making you worry and some days I can't even control my anxiety attacks," you say quietly. Your hands fidget in your lap as you pick at your fingernails, "am I... am I a psycho?"

Your dad tilts your head up so you're looking at him again.

"No. Don't ever think your crazy, honey. Anxiety, stress, depression...none of that makes you a psycho. All of these emotions you're feeling are valid, and I'm going to help you get better, okay?"

He reaches behind him and grabs a cup of water and a couple of bottles of medicine, "I brought you these along with your headache meds since I know you get those sometimes. Can you take these for me?"

You nod and once you're done he stands you both up.

"Do um...do I need to go and get all of my makeup work?"

Chris picks up your things by the door and leans down to kiss the top of her head.

"I've already got everything, honey. I thought you could sit in my classroom for the rest of today and get some work done at my desk. Does that sound okay?"

For the first time that day, you smile, "I think that will really help me, dad. Thank you."

"No need to thank me, Y/N. It's my job to make sure you feel safe."

You wrap your arms around his waist and hug him tight. You couldn't have asked for a better dad.

"I love you so much, you know."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

Tagging: @sarahrogersevans @madashatters18 @brandyywar @nerdygingermoose88

[youre-amazing-say-it]

Safety Plan

Pairing: Chris Evans x Daughter!reader, Scott Evans x niece!reader

Warning: talks of suicide, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, therapy, 

Summary: The reader has to come up with a safety plan and tells her dad and uncle that they are her two people to her support people she would turn to. 

Taglist: @winter-soldier-vibes  @chrisevansdaughter @dumb-fawkin-bitch @slutfortaylorswiftandzendaya @scarlettproof @ella-whyte @prettysbliss @bitchy-bi-trash @transparentweaselpartyeagle @dandelion-delusion @purplekitten30 @sky-3 @venusssflytraps @sweetpeterparker​ 

“DAD!!! I’m Home!” you said as you walked into your Boston home. Dodgers pitter-patter could be heard on the wood floor as you saw him approach you. “Hey buddy, look at what I got you!” you said as you put the Puppaccino in front of his face. You just got back from therapy, and you always treat yourself after every session. And you treat Dodger for being your unofficial emotional support dog. 

You looked up as you heard your dad's voice echo through the house. “Seriously, Y/n! You know those aren't good for him.” Chris said as he hurried down the stairs and pulled Dodger away from the cup, leading him towards the water bowl to help Dodger process the whipped cream. “But he deserves it; he does a lot for this family and me,” you said as you trailed behind him. “We have treats at home for him to munch on, not this sugar.” 

“Okay, okay, sorry, Dad,”  you said as you put your Starbucks drink on the counter. You went to the pantry and grabbed a bag of your favorite chips. “So, how was it?” Chris asked as he looked at you. Chris was very respectful when it came to your session. Even though you were still a minor, he never asked your therapist what happened in the sessions because it was private. You opened up about your depression a couple of months ago, which is why you went.

“It was okay,” you said as you shrugged your shoulders. “we made something today called a safety plan.” you set the bag of Y/F/S on the counter and started munching. Chris looked at you and tilted his head. “What's that?” he said as he looked at you. You took a deep breath before continuing. “It's not a big deal as it is, but just if I ever feel the ‘bad thoughts’ come through, it's what I would do, so I don't listen to them,” you said casually. It wasn't a big deal to you, but to your dad, it was a different story. 

Chris took a second to take this information in. Of course, he didn't want to hear this his kid was thinking about ending their life. And the fact that it wasn't a big deal to them as well as alarming. “Okay,” he said as he sat on the stool next to you. “And what do you do during ‘this’?” Chris asked, not sure how to explain it. “Well,” you said as you took a chip into your mouth, “I would first make sure I'm in a safe space, if not get to one. Then I would call you or Scotty if you don't answer. And if neither of you answers, I will text some of my close friends. And basically, you guys would help me talk and remain calm. But as I said, I haven't gotten to that point yet so there is nothing to worry about,” you stated. 

“Are you worried about these thoughts?” Chris asked in a quiet voice. “I mean a little, but also I feel I’m in good hands if I ever get in that situation. I know you and Scott have my back if I ever get in that place. I have an amazing family that I know is there for me.” you said as you rested your head on your dad's shoulder.

“Yeah, we are!” You heard at the front door. You looked up to see your Uncle Scott come in with a bag of your favorite food. “You told him, I assume?” he said as he started to unpack the bag. “Told me what?” Chris asked with a confused face. You looked at him annoyed, “What I just told you, doofus,” you spoke as you got up to give your Uncle Scott a hug. 

“Wait how did Scott know about this before me?” Chris spoke. “He called while I was driving back from therapy, and he had a right to know that if I want to die I will call him,” you stated calmly. The men gave you a look that you know all too well. The look that said ‘you shouldn't be joking about it’. “Hey it's the truth, isn't it?” you continued as you got ready to help with dinner. “I mean yes, but-” Chris started. 

“But it shouldn't be something you should be taken lightly. We love you a lot Y/n and hearing you say stuff like that hurts our hearts. You know we are always,” Scott said as he pulled you into a fight hug and kissed your head, “ALWAYS here for you. Got it toots?” you sighed and smiled against your uncle. “Got it, Boss,” you said with a fake smile and a salute. The boys could tell you were tired of the conversation, so Chris quickly switched it with a clap of his hand. 

“So, what's for dinner?” He used and he came around to help you guys. “Y/n favorite because I have to spoil my niece,” Scott stated. Chris placed his hand on his brother's shoulder and tapped his shoulder twice, the brother's way of saying ‘give me some alone time’. Scott excused himself to use the restroom, leaving Chris and Y/n alone once again. 

“I'm proud of you for going to therapy and opening up about this bubs,” Chris stated as he wrapped his arm around you as you leaned your head against his chest. “Thanks, dad. I know you are always here for me,” you said into his chest. You heard a bark as you both looked down to see Dodger wagging his tail at you. Chris let out his hearty laugh as he crouched down and rubbed dodgers fur, making the dog extra happy. “Of course, you are always here to you bubs,” he said. 

It's moments like these that make you love your family.

[apollosdaydreams]

Update

Hey guys sorry for being inactive for so long, I hope to get back to writing soon! I currently am working on one now, and I wanted to inform everyone that I will no longer be writing for,

MCU characters (I mainly write for Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes but I will write for anyone)

MCU actors and actresses (I mainly write for Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan but I will write for anyone)

I’m at super sorry that I have decided to do this, I haven’t been able to find any motivation to being able to write for these characters. Maybe one day I will come back to writing for them again!!

On a positive note I want to inform you guys that I will be starting to write for Saltburn characters and actors/ actresses. Though I will be mainly writing for Barry Keoghan (Oliver Quick) and Jacob Elordi (Felix Catton)