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youre-amazing-say-it · 11 months

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Thank you @graciegoeskrazy and everyone who got me to 500 reblogs!

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.

#500 reblogs #tumblr milestone #thank you

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youre-amazing-say-it · 11 months

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Can I submit a prompt where you can choose what character/actor to involve, or do you need the requester to pick? I’m new to this stuff. 😳

hi! you can totally send a prompt and I can choose! or you can! whatever you are comfortable with

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youre-amazing-say-it · 11 months

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Would it be OK if I reblogged your masterlist to a tumblr that I use to save masterlists from writers that I like?

hi yes of course!

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youre-amazing-say-it · 1 year

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I’m so sorry I have been inactive. Life has been kicking me in the butt in the best way. I’m going to for sure do one fic a week at least so that will be good

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youre-amazing-say-it · 1 year

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YALL MAY IS THE MONTH OF 3 FICS A WEEK. Going to get 3 done today!

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youre-amazing-say-it · 1 year

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Sebastian during the zoom call with Don ❤️❤️❤️

His smile is like sunshine 😊😍

Credit : sebastianstanthough (IG)

Trinity11000 (Twitter)

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youre-amazing-say-it · 1 year

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A fic with rdj babying teen reader!

Papa-Bear Mode

Summary: The reader gets a tiny injury during her first fight scene, and RDJ goes full Papa-Bear Mode.

Warning: talks about stuntwork, swearing, little cut on the forearm

A/N: sorry these are taking so long. my bad!

"All Right guys, shooting in 30. Get ready!" You heard the Russo Brothers speak into the megaphone. You were off talking to the stunt coordinator, Meghan when you heard the announcement. You were about to shoot your first-ever fight scene and were terrified. The shakey breath you let out was evidence of it. "You got this girl, it's a very simple scene, no harnesses. just fighting," she spoke as she rubbed your shoulder, helping you relax. "Yeah, but what if-"

"So Pipsqueak! heard you are doing your first stunt scene today!" you heard a voice behind you say. Robert walked over and stood right behind you, placing both of his hands on your shoulders, giving them. gentle squeeze. "Yes, and I am FREAKING OUT!" you shouted as you pushed his hands off you.

"Hey hey calm down kiddo, okay?" he spoke softly as he turned you around for an embrace. With your head on his chest, he mouthed to Meghan that he got it, sending her on her way. "Now," he continued as you stood still, "why are you scared?"

"Look stunts can be scary, and I don't want to get hurt or injured because of something I messed up," you said looking at the brown-haired man in the eyes. "Well, do you know what you need to do for the scene?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "I mean yeah but-"

Robert made a shushing sound before you could even continue. "And I'm sure Meghan and the rest of the stunt coordination crew have your safety in mind while working out this scene. So you will be fine, you got this, okay pipsqueak?" he spoke to you. You let out the breath you have been holding in. "Okay, I got this. You are right." You spoke confidently before embracing RDJ once more.

"Thanks, Robert, I appreciate you." You felt him give the top of your head and you squeezed him tighter. "And I appreciate you, Y/n. Now you ready to go kick some ass?" he shouted as he raised his hand for a high five. You easily returned it, "Hell yeah, let's go!"

TIME SKIP

"Alright Y/n, let's shoot that scene one more time, okay?" you heard Anthony Russo speak into the megaphone. You gave them a thumbs-up from up on the railing where you were fighting the villain of the movie (I'm too lazy to decide who it is). You looked to the side of the stage and saw Robert watching you and also gave you a thumbs-up. So far all of the takes have been great, and no one has gotten seriously injured. Once this take was done, you were excited to just go to bed.

"Okay, an ACTION!" They shouted and you and your scene partner got to work. You quickly dodged the punch, went in for a kick, and continued your routine. Everything was going great until you heard some rattling above you. you couldn't look up so you tried not to let your anxiety show through. It wasn't until you got to the part where your partner had you up against the wall that you heard the sound of a part coming undone. Before you knew it, two small boards came crashing down on you and your partner. You felt one of the edges scratch your arm before landing on the floor.

"CUT! CUT!" You and your partner let go of each other and quickly checked yourself over for injuries. "You okay Y/n?" they spoke. "Yeah, I'm fine, just a cut on my forearm. What about you?" you asked them, "Nothing I think I'm - " they were saying before you felt Robert crushing you with his arms. "Oh my god Y/n!" He shouted into your ears. He let you go and held out your arms. "Robert Im fine, I promise. You said as you chucked. You felt his eyes scan your body, checking you for injuries.

"MEDIC! WE NEED A MEDIC!" he shouted as he took your injured arm and tried to turn it into the light to get a good view of it. "Robert I said Im fine! It's just a cut, see?" you said as you tried to pull your arm out of his grip, but he wasn't budging. "Look it could be infected, or worse than it looks. So let's just be safe okay?" he asked as he looked at you with pleading eyes.

You chuckled at him before reluctantly agreeing, " Okay papa bear, I'll get it checked out." You could hear him say "I'm not a papa bear," under his breath as you too made your way towards the medics on set. "Yes you are, and it's very adorable. Thanks for looking out for me." He leaned down and kissed your head.

"I gotta look out for my cubs."

#robert downey junior #robert downey jr x reader #rdj x reader #rdj x teen!reader #robert downey jr x teen!reader #tony stark x teen!reader #tony stark daughter #tony stark x reader

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youre-amazing-say-it · 1 year

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YALL WE ARE WRITING THIS WEEK

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youre-amazing-say-it · 1 year

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What about Luna in some AU tackling teen pregnancy maybe? How would her and Chris deal with it?

Welcome to my first event for my sleepover event! This first request is something I haven’t done before so I just want to preface that it did take a lot of thought to be comfortable with this, but @f10werfae is an absolute angel. It’s slightly different to the ask but I hope you all enjoy this sleepover event! - K 🩵

Part of the Luna Grey Evans Verse

positive lines

Warnings: Talk of pregnancy, teen pregnancy, fear of being abandoned, panic, crying, anxiety.

Guest appearance form Uncle Scott and toby 🩵

Am I a disappointment? Will he be mad? Will dad disown me?

That’s all that was spiralling found in Luna’s head, she’s pregnant those positive lines staring deep into her eyes like they’re trying to burn and stay forever.

All she can hear is the shouting of her heart pounding in her head, the unthinkable she ever would would happen has.

She was pregnant.

They were careful, they thought her body couldn’t handle pregnancy. Her uterus too hostile but in some fucked up way apparently the unthinkable can still happen.

Happiness hit her like a train on a track, but coming towards her was the suffocating anxiety and unsettling sadness of no turning back. Something that should be the happiest moment of a females life. Her brain was telling her to run so she did with the test in hand and all the evidence to her uncles house.

Luna couldn’t face her dad right now, she didn’t even know if she ever could with this news; she thought Scott would be the rational one in this situation. She needed someone.

Just anyone, because by the end of this her dad in her brain could possibly not be her dad anymore.

Panting she knocks on her uncles door in tears, test in hand ready to break all over again.

“Luns, what - what’s wrong? Come here sunshine” Scott pulls her close concerned at what has his niece so worked up. “Hey sweetie, let’s go sit down Toby is here let’s just go calm down hmm and we can talk okay. He gives her the best reassuring sense he can while his mind runs at a million miles an hour trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

Then the penny drops.

Luna had placed something on the coffee table, he knows what it is without even having told to fully process what it was.

The blue capped, white stick stared back at him.. it makes him think of all those times he’d sit and wait with his anxious sisters for the most beautiful thing to become a reality.

Scott looked back at his niece, who was in a ball next to Toby - with great endearment. She was safe so how could’ve this happened but he’s not one to judge.

“Lou, you wanna talk about it?” He whispered coming in closer to comfort her using her favourite name he has for her.

All she can bring herself to say is “he’s going to hate me, he won’t love me anymore.” A small broken voice vocalised. He didn’t even have to ask who “he” was Scott’s stomach dropped twisting in despair for Luna. His Lou.

Hugging her tighter into his chest, he’ll say the same promise he’s always said.

“Listen to me Lou he won’t hate you - she squirmed in disagreement; I promise he’ll understand. He will, your dad is the most understanding person ever besides me of course.” Letting out a breathy laugh as he says it making Luna start to giggle too.

“Lou you know why he’ll understand?” He asked

“Why scotty, why will he” she tiredly questions

“Because he was the one who supported aunt Shanna when it happened to her.” The look on Luna’s face was the look of someone who was confused but not because of her aunt but because she’d never expected that specifically. She started to cry again.

“Hey I’m serious though Lou - he moves to wipe her tears away with the pads of his thumbs - he would, because grandma was confused and just couldn’t understand why it happened to her so early. But he was there though it all to support her even when she didn’t believe she could herself. He did it for her, he’d do it for you no questions asked. He loves you Luna, we all do.” He finished talking and kissed her on the nose to calm her more like he would when she was a baby; it worked then and it still does.

“Really?” Luna blurted out

“Really Lou, I promise. Pinky promise” Scott finished holding his pinky out.

An hour later, Chris had come over to Scott’s to get Luna. He knew she was there and he knew Luna wanted to tell him something.

That something he had no clue about.

“Bubba, what did you want to talk about?“ he questioned with a slight tilt of his head like the golden retriever he is.

“So you know Brandon, and how we are active and very protective” she whispered scared of what was going to happen. Scott squeezed her hand to let her know it was okay to continue. “Well I thought I missed my period because of how weird they are and sometimes they don’t appear, but I didn’t think much of it until my stomach felt weird, like I would be really tired and nauseous all the time. I thought it was my other meds but I took a test just because we are active and well….” She took a deep breath she was about to change the whole dynamic.

“Positive lines appeared. Bright positive lines” she starts to cry again. Chris stared in confusion but in pure joy and concern. Hell he was nervous but Luna was ten times worse right now. She just needed her dad.

“Sweet girl, it’s okay - she stared in disbelief Scott was right. - I promise we’ll get though this together whatever happens. - he says that knowing her endometriosis could hinder this situation - I take it Scott told you the story about aunt Shanna? He asked his beautiful girl.

“Mhmhm” that’s all Luna had the energy to reply with whilst she was essentially cocooned into Chris’ chest.

So you know, I love you always. We’re gonna get though this together as a family alright, do you wanna go get some curly fries and have a movie night in my bed?” Chris knew she’d say yes, it was her comfort and right now she needed all the comfort she could get.

“Yeah, thanks dad I love you” Luna replied smiling slightly at him

“I love you sunshine”.

I’m not saying I’ll ever do something like this again but it’s not completely off the table, I hope you guys enjoy this. Not only because it’s my first post of my sleepover but it’s my first proper post in months. Thank you to all who have stayed around whilst I’ve essentially ghosted my blog not because I wanted to but because I’m an adult with a life and a very adult job. I know i don’t have to explain myself but if you guys have any questions please don’t hesitate to ask! Also please send in an ask if you want to be added to the tag list not only for this but any of my other posts!

I can’t thank you all enough, enjoy 🩵

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youre-amazing-say-it · 1 year

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are we actually going to start writing again? Or will my depression and procrastination get the best of me? The world will never know

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Guys! I have an idea, this is going to stay and I just wanted to say I miss making content for you all and interacting with you all but it’s so little now it makes me sad but nevertheless I appreciate all the love and support 🤍

So for April 1st-14th I’m going to be doing 2 WEEKS OF CONTENT!

So I want everyone’s ideas, whether it be prompts,blurbs, or a little Q&A about me.

I’m going to give 2 spaces a day for content, and for general asks they are unlimited, maybe we can do a Q&A day. The only day I’ll be a little late on content is the 4th because I’m getting my tattoos, and the 14th because I’ll be in london but only for half the day!

Send in some prompts!!

Prompts 1

Prompts 2 -very Luna too 🫶🏻🥹

Prompts 3 - very Luna if you ask me 🫶🏻🥹

Prompts 4

This is to say sorry for the inactive M.I.A. from me, because I feel really bad :( 🫶🏻

Love you all! Please share around too 🤍

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youre-amazing-say-it · 1 year

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absolutely NOBODY asked for this but I am a firm believer of the golden rule, and i love receiving recognition for my writing and hard work. I also hope to have a positive affect on not only individual writers/creators, but also just the community as a whole. I like to spread positivity, hence my username haha

SO... what's the point of this rant you're asking? That's a good question!

In hopes to do just that, I'm going to tag my personal favorite humans on here that i admire a lot, and just share some things I appreciate about them.

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@anotherholland the og. they're the user that was one of the first people that i followed and admired their work so much, and then realized that they follow me back. that meant so much to me "back in the day" and absolutely still does.

@chrisevansdaughter i love the way they interact with people and how they seem to just get along with everyone on this app lol. they truly have a way of positively influencing those who interact with them. not to mention they give me SO much support which i couldn't be more grateful for

@rachaelswrites THE TALENT!!! i've read everything they've put out, numerous times. not to mention how amazing they are with handling hate/rude anons, it's patience that i look up to.

@alyswritings the consistency of their content is something i truly look up to and should probably adapt into my own blog haha, but they're so diverse in all their different fandoms that they write for

@let-me-luve-you i read their works longgggg before i ever had the thought to even start writing my own stuff. they're blog is part of the reason i decided to put my own content on the internet and so seeing them like a few of my works was honestly a dream come true for me

@im-in-love-with-pizza-bites again, the talent, the consistency, not to mention how unique and just original their works are, like they write stuff that you cannot find in any other way. i want to open their brain and steal at least a portion of their creativity

@sebastianstangirl01 can PROUDLY say i've been following them since their beginning, im sure if you were to scroll through the depths of their amazing works then you'd find a submission from me hyping them up haha

@graciegoeskrazy they get the award for (hopefully) not being too annoyed by how many notifs they must get of me liking, reblogging and commenting on ALL of their stuff, because i am OBSESSED with everything they write

@youre-amazing-say-it literally so talented.... they are just an incredible writer and they are so good at just making their works feel so real, and like you're genuinely immersed in their writing and nothing else matters to me while i'm stalking their blog lol

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anyways there's SO many more i could do, but this is just the start. i hope that everyone can see this and keep the positivity train going!!

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youre-amazing-say-it · 1 year

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Request 2 flufftober

Chris x adopted daughter

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

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

#chris evans fluff #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #chris evans fan fiction #chris evans x daughter!reader #chris evans x teen!reader #chris evans x y/n

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Night Sky

\Pairing: Steve Rogers x teen!reader, Bucky Barnes x teen!reader

Warning: hints of depression, anxiety, not being able to sleep, fear of the future, life going too good and knowing it might crash on you fear

A/N: Self-indulgent fic, going to write two fics tomorrow. just going through something right now.

You couldn't describe what you were feeling.

Righ now, you were sitting on the window sill, looking at the night sky in the Avengers Compound. This was your favorite spot in the whole world. Your feet were hanging out of the building, and it had enough room for more people to join. It made you feel free.

You should be asleep, but you spent all day sleeping, not really wanting to do anything else. So now it was 3am, and you were wide awake.

As you sat quietly, you heard the elevator ding behind and you heard the pair of combat boots walking behind you. “I’ll work on the mission report tomorrow, just tired and want to head to bed.” You heard Steve say as the second voice responded. “I feel you man, happy to be home,” Bucky spoke. as he was about to turn down his hallway, he noticed you sitting and tapped on Steve’s shoulder. “hey,” he quietly whispered as his head moved in your direction. Steve furrowed his eyebrows as he realized it was you that was up. The two men had a silent conversation with their eyes before sighing and walking towards you.

“Hey Y/n, you okay?” Steve spoke as you heard them get closer. You turned your head to face the two soldiers. “I'm fine, just enjoying the night sky,” you spoke with a slight smile. “Scoot over,” Bucky said with a smile. You obliged as they got situated on either side of you.

“How was the mission?” you asked looking at steve. He ran his hand over his face and he let out a breath. “Tiring, but it went well. No casualties,” he spoke. “That’s good,” you replied. Bucky was focusing on your face, trying to read what you were thinking and going through. but he couldn’t tell. “what's going through your mind, doll?”

“Nothing,” you whispered. Steve looked at you confused, “nothing?” he asked. “Yeah, absolutely nothing.” you sighed as you pushed some hair back. “And it’s kinda scary,” you said, “I feel.. peaceful. And I don't want it to go away.”

“Well,” Bucky started to speak, “what makes you think it will go away? Maybe everything is finally going right for you, and you deserve that,” he commented. “This feeling of ‘peace’ is what I was feeling before everything changed for me,” you explained. “I went through months of severe depression and anxiety, I felt everyone I love start to move away from me. Not to mention getting a whole new group of people to learn about and powers. And it was so,” you shared with them as you felt the tears well up in your eyes, “so hard to go through.”

“We know kid, And we are proud of you,” Steve chimed in as we wrapped his arm around you and gave you a gentle squeeze. “You were dealt a bad set of cards, but you pushed through and came out stronger than ever.” Steve and Bucky were proud of how far you have come since moving in. They were there to help you through the rough depression patches and really supported you.

“But what if,” you mumble, “what if it gets bad again. What if everything comes crashing down and I lose this peaceful feeling that I have been looking for. I can’t go through that again,” you rambled out. The men exchanged glances before Steve nodded to Bucky, who lead the conversation.

“You can’t control the future kid. You can do whatever you can to help shape it, but you can’t lock it in place. Trust me, we can definitely attest to that.” Bucky chuckled as he motioned to Steve. “But you can be prepared. You can get a good base to fall back on if you need it.” You nodded towards Bucky, “okay,” you whispered. “Will you guys be there for me?”

Steve kissed the top of your head. “Every step of the way,” he said as you shifted more into his side. You took your free hand and intertwined it with Bucky’s metal hand as you all looked at the night sky.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x reader comfort #bucky barnes x teen!reader #bucky barnes x sister!reader #bucky barnes x daughter #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x teen!reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x sister!reader #steve rogers x daughter!reader #stucky x teen!reader

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Safe Haven-

Pairing: Chris Evans x Niece!Reader

Summary: After the reader gets into a big fight with her father, she only wants one thing, and that’s her Uncle Chris.

Word Count: 3.3k+ Warnings: Language, friggin sweet as heck Uncle Chris, there is what I would consider hints of abuse so please be careful

A/N: This is for a post I saw by @chrisevansdaughter but I am not gonna lie y’all, this was very self indulgent. To someone whose never had a good relationship with her father or most of her family for that matter, all I’ve ever wanted was an Uncle Chris. I hope y’all enjoy and please know that feedback is always appreciated.

“Dad stop! I’m dead fucking serious.” Your breath was caught in your lungs as you yelled, noting your dad's body as it appeared in the entrance of the hallway.

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do and watch your mouth young lady.” He took a step forward, the steel-toed boots he was wearing echoing down the small foyer. You couldn’t deny the shiver you felt run down your spine. You loved your dad, more than anything, but when he got like this there was something about him that just had you watching your every move.

“No, I’m so done with your shit. You're always on my butt about everything I do, but have you ever stopped to consider the fact that maybe you're the goddamn problem!” His eyes widened at your words, the hazels going soft before hostility quickly took its place.

“Excuse me?”

You started to walk closer towards him, your anger outweighing smart decision making. You were far from being okay at the moment, but you were also far from putting your tail between your legs and letting him run you into the ground. He may have been your father, but sometimes he just wasn’t a good dad.

“You heard what I said.” You said loudly, your face inches away from his.

His jaw clenched at the close proximity, his hands moving in and out in a fist motion. Never in his life had he ever laid a hand on you and never once had you thought that he would, but for some reason doubt filled your being and you felt your strength begin to dissolve. You physically felt yourself shrink back as you watched him breathe, and for once in your life you were afraid of your dad.

“I suggest that you rethink your words, kid. I am not your friend and I am not your little boy toy. I am your father and you will respect me.”

Screw being weak, as soon as the words ‘boy toy’ left his mouth you were fuming all over again.

“Fuck you.” You whispered, shoving his shoulder. Immediately though, he had his hand on your wrist, keeping you from walking away. “What did you just say to me?”

“Fuck. You.”

The words were like venom on your tongue, and you were sure by the way he flinched that they left a mark, a mark that was going to scar over in a nasty way.

“Y/N,” His hand was raising now but you didn’t care, you weren’t done yet. “You know why dad?” He was frozen. “Cool, cause I'm gonna tell you.” You had your finger in his face, the tip merely centimeters away from touching his glasses. God how you wanted to snap those pieces of shit in half. Sometimes it seemed like he cared more about those things than he did his own daughter. The way he meticulously cleaned them, always making sure that they were in pristine condition. He never paid that much attention to you, never even gave you a sideways glance.

This was the fact that gave you the courage to go over the edge. “I’m saying fuck you for being an asshole. Fuck you for treating me like shit just cause moms not around to tell you to stop. Fuck you for calling me a slut. And fuck you for not being there for me when I needed you most.” You were yelling at the top of your lungs, your feet moving you forward and pushing him backward.

“Y/N get out of my face now.”

“What are you gonna do, hit me?” You knew taunting him was wrong and dangerous and stupid but you didn’t care. Fury was making you see red.

“Y/N I said now!” At that moment you swore the world began to move in slow motion, because your brain registered his hands against your shoulders pushing you back, but it didn’t recognize what was happening until you felt hardwood against your head and a sharp pain flood down your spine.

He pushed you.

Your dad pushed you, and fucking hard to.

Trying to hold back tears you whipped your hand back to touch the back of your head, feeling some tension escape your body when you didn’t feel blood. “Holy shit Y/N.”

Finally realizing what he had done, your dad started to reach out for you, his body shaking with what had to be shock, but he stopped midway. You watched him with blurry eyes as he sighed and turned around, heading in the opposite direction.

“Dad,” You mumbled, praying that you were hallucinating.

He wasn't leaving you now, was he?

When you heard him rummaging through your drawers and saw your duffle in his hand, you immediately knew what was happening.

He shook his head, stopping at the end of your feet. “I think-” His voice cracked as he spoke, and he paused for a moment before squatting down to your level. His hand slid beneath his glasses to rub at his eyes.

“I think you should go to Uncle Chris’s for the night. I need to cool down, you-” He emphasized the word. “-need to cool down. I just-” Tears were falling down his face now, and it filled you with pure terror seeing him like this, you could never remember seeing your dad cry.

Instinctively you reached out to touch him but he stopped your hand by putting the handles of your bag on your fingers. “I need to think.”

He then stood up after wiping his eyes, leaving you to lie on the ground for a second time in a row. “You can take the truck.” He said, throwing the keys on your chest.

He didn’t say a word after that, but instead left for his bedroom. The door slammed shut behind him and the sound of shattering glass filled your ears. “Please,” You whispered, begging someone to wake you up.

“Please no.” You felt your body shake as you cried on the floor, your head throbbing with every move you made.

The pain had the events of what had just happened racing throughout your mind and rather than letting yourself dwell in the hellhole, you forced yourself up. You didn’t want to leave, in fact you were afraid of what would happen if you did, but the shake in your dad's voice was enough to tell you that this wasn't the time to test him and so with tears in your eyes, you gripped your bag and forced down the bile in your throat.

“It’s gonna be okay.” You whispered to yourself, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other.

“We’re gonna be okay.”

Breathing was difficult but you still forced oxygen inside your lungs, feeling the tremble in your hands as you exhaled. You wanted to think about something, anything else as you left your home.

The pain you were feeling was already excruciating enough as it was and you knew that the more you thought about the situation, the more in agony you would be, so instead of thinking you simply opened the door to the truck and hummed your favorite song.

The lyrics had always been a comfort, but as of right now they were the only thing keeping you grounded.

Continuing to sing you started to search in the glovebox, hoping with everything inside of you that your dad still had some form of medicine in the car. If you were being honest, you really didn’t want to take it dry, but if it meant getting rid of this monster of a headache you’d try anything.

Sighing you felt fresh tears flood your eyes, he had nothing. You started to twist the key in defeat when something caught your eye.

“What?” You said beneath your breath, aggressively grabbing your bag and placing it on your lap.

It was then, on the right side of the navy material, did you see a bottle of Tylenol and right next to it a mini water bottle. Rummaging through the pocket you hoped that maybe he’d pulled some movie theater type shit and left you a note, but for the hundredth time that night, your hopes came crashing down around you and you began to cry.

He knew how bad he’d hurt you, and yet he still forced you to leave, by yourself.

Throwing the medicine and water bottle on the floor you finally pulled the truck out of the driveway and made your way to your Uncle Chris’s. He only lived about thirty minutes out and with the way you drove when you were angry it would take you no less than twenty to get there.

Especially since more than anything, all you wanted was your Uncle Chris. You wanted him to pull you in for one of his hugs and hold you close like you were the only thing in this world. You wanted him to hug you like a dad is supposed to hug his daughter, and Chris always did that. He treated you like you were his kid, and after this incident, you were starting to think that maybe you were about to become it.

Your fingers tightened on the steering wheel at that thought. What was Chris going to do when he found out what had happened? You’d seen him mad before, but he became borderline psychotic when it came to your well-being and this was no doubt going to be any different, if anything it was going to be way worse.

“Shit.” You mumbled, watching his house come into view.

“Shit, shit, shit.” This was not going to end well.

You wanted to have the strength to keep driving, to force yourself to calm down and cope somewhere else, but once you saw the soft light of his reading lamp through the curtains you knew that there was no way you could pass him up. You needed him. And you needed him now.

Blinking away the tears, you turned into the driveway, the familiar crunch of gravel beneath the tires relaxing you some. You pulled up behind his car, the truck screeching as you braked.

Your dad's truck was a piece of shit, but for some reason he adored the thing like it was his entire existence, and the thought of him throwing you the keys to it had your heart picking up its pace.

Because what it really meant was one of two things; he felt terrible about what had happened and hoped to mend things, or he felt terrible about what had happened and was using the truck as a gateway out. Knowing his tendency to leave, you were going with the latter.

Letting out a breath you turned to look at the front door, smiling slightly at the ‘wipe your paws’ mat on the porch. Friggin Dodger.

Thinking about the pup was what gave you the courage to hop out of the truck, your duffel bag smacking against your thighs as you did so.

This was it. This was what was going to decide your literal entire future. It seemed a bit of a dramatic thought, but you had a point. This thing could go in so many different directions and it was all based upon what you decided to do right now.

Your mind was screaming at you to turn around, to race back to the truck and just go home; but as cringey as it sounded, your heart was telling you to go inside. Your soul was telling you to go inside.

And so you did.

You ran down the sidewalk and up the porch, almost tripping over yourself in the process, and you started banging on that screen door with everything you had.

Your eyes burned from trying to hold back tears and so you let them fall, and you watched through watery eyes as someone opened the door. Then you felt hands grab your arms and pull you in, your bag hitting the floor. Immediately you found yourself gripping something soft. Chris’s sweater.

“Oh honey.” You heard, as he placed his lips against your forehead.

His hands then began to rub your back and sobs were wracking your shoulders. “Baby, baby, baby, it’s okay. I’m right here.” You nodded into his chest, pulling yourself as close to him as possible.

He was so warm and safe. Everything you’d never had all in one package, and it had you crying even more. It sure as hell didn’t help the pounding in your head but you didn’t care.

“I’m here. I got ya kiddo.”

He chose not to speak after that, but instead made his presence known in other ways. You really didn’t even notice at first but he had carefully shuffled you towards the back of the couch, placing your favorite blanket over your shoulders. He then carefully cocooned you in it on his chest, letting your weak body fall against him.

The way he was treating you had your body involuntarily beginning to relax.

He recognized this and smiled as you started to breathe normally again, his lips once again falling against your forehead. “That’s my girl.” He whispered, running a hand over your head.

But you weren’t able to stop him in time and you knew he’d felt it as soon as his body tensed up, his fingers rubbing the knot that had formed on the back of your head. “Y/N, what’s this?

You took in a shuddered breath, pulling one of your arms out of the blanket to grab his hand. “Um nothing.” You said, clearing your throat.

He obviously didn’t believe you because his breathing was uneven, his eyes beginning to fill with hatred. “Y/N,” He said in a warning tone, leaning his head down to look at you.

Despite the anger you knew he was feeling, his voice was more gentle the next time he spoke. “It’s just me.” He said. “Now what happened?”

You felt yourself begin to get worked up again as you thought about what had happened, the feeling of your head smacking against the floor coming back to haunt you full force.

“No.” You said, shaking your head.

“I don’t want to.”

“Y/N. Did somebody hurt you? Do I need to call your dad?”

“No. Please, please don’t call dad, please.” You were starting to cry again, your hands shaking inside the blanket.

Chris was looking at you with his eyebrows drawn together, confusion written all along his face. “Y/N,” He said hesitantly, “Why not?” You wanted to answer him, to tell him everything, but you were terrified as to what would happen if you did. Not just to your dad, but to yourself.

You knew that if you decided to talk about tonight that you would just shut down, more than you already had. “I can’t Uncle Chris. I just can’t.” You felt even more tears, ones you weren’t sure had stopped in the first place.

“Y/N what did he do to you?” He let go of you, stomping over towards the door.

“No Chris, wait please.”

“Y/N he can’t just-”

“You don’t even know what happened okay. I came over here because I didn’t want to talk about it, I still don’t want to talk about it. So please can you just-can you just stop.” Your voice cracked, Chris’s gaze softening at your words. “I need my Uncle Chris. Please?”

You watched his shoulders drop in defeat, the shoes he was putting on falling out of his hands. “Okay kiddo, alright.” He walked towards you with open arms, and you just fell into him, smiling as he rubbed your arm.

“Come on, let’s go sit down.” He guided you to sit down on the couch and for the first time since you’d been there, Dodger came running up to you, his tail wagging with anticipation.

“Hi bubba, oh I missed you.” You said, shoving your face into his fur. He started licking you in the face before you felt him jump up into your lap. You grunted at the sudden weight, laughing at his excitement.

“Dodger, get down!” Chris screamed from behind you, swatting his hand at the dog's butt as he did so.

He jumped down with a whine and walked over to his bed, plopping down with a huff. “He’s so overdramatic.” Said Chris with an eye roll, “Here drink this.” You grabbed the water bottle out of his hand, not missing the pill that came with it.

“And I got a surprise for you.” You raised your eyebrows at him, taking a sip of the water. “This was supposed to be for our girls' night,” He said in a high-pitched voice, pulling a box of your favorite cookies from behind his back. “But I figured I could make an exception.” You laughed as he snatched one before placing the box next to you, hopping over the back of the couch to sit next to you.

“So what are we watching? You thinking Little Mermaid or more like Fox and the Hound?”

You went to open your mouth to speak but he stopped you, “Ooo, no, I know exactly what we’re gonna watch.”

Letting out a quiet laugh, you popped a cookie in your mouth before scooting next to him. “Here we go.” He said, tossing the remote to the side and you followed his movements by placing the cookies on the coffee table. You then pulled another blanket off the back of the couch to pull over you both.

“Thank you Uncle Chris.” You said, closing your eyes. “I know that-” You took a quick breath. “I know that you want to know what happened, and I promise I’ll tell but just not right now. I can’t right now.” You were happy you'd closed your eyes because you were pretty sure that if you’d starting crying again you might’ve just thrown yourself across the room.

You were tired of crying, though if you were being honest with yourself, you probably hadn’t cried nearly enough considering the situation. Either way, all you wanted to do was stay here with your uncle and sleep. Chris knew this, and so he guided your head down to his lap, running his fingers through your hair. “It’s alright kiddo.”

He stopped with your hair for a moment to snap his fingers, calling Dodger over to the couch. “Come on bubba, sister needs us now huh?” You giggled as Dodge jumped on top of your feet, laying his head against your thighs. “Good boy Dodge.” Chris cooed. “You're a good boy.”

He patted Dodger’s head before doing the same thing to your legs. “And you're a good kid Y/N, I’m proud of you.”

You tried to play the way you were feeling off with a smile, but his words hit a spot inside of you that had been gutted a lot tonight, and because of that raw wound your smile quickly faded into a frown, one that caused fresh tears to form all over again.

Soon enough you found your shoulders shaking, your hand gripping Chris’s jeans with all your might.

“Oh honey.” He said quietly, rubbing your shoulder.

“It’s okay. You're gonna be okay. Uncle Chris has got ya alright.” You nodded into his leg, breathing in the familiar scent of Chris. The familiar scent of home.

In all reality, this had been the only place that ever felt like home. It was your safe haven. He was your safe haven. And in the end, you had to admit that you wouldn’t mind staying here. At least then you knew that somehow, someway, you’d feel loved.

Chris continued to talk you through your tears, eventually getting you distracted enough to watch the movie.

By that point your eyelids were so heavy and swollen that you didn’t even have to force them shut anymore.

“Sleepy kiddo?” You hummed, hearing the click of the lamp behind you.

You felt his fingers brush against your neck as he pulled the blanket further up your body, his thumb stopping to rub your cheek. “Well, you can rest now.” He said quietly.

“I’ll take care of it all.”

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