Chris Evans Imagines

Muh Hero

Author's Note: This was a request. I might have changed it a little bit for the purpose of the storyline.  Also, I'm the worst with writing kids vocabulary. I often make them sound like adults. Oops.  So, I tried my best giving the daughter a 4 year old vocabulary.

Enjoy all this fluffiness of Chris being a girl dad! ☺️

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"Hey, honey," Chris walked into the living room. Y/N was sitting on the sofa. He leaned down and pecked her lips. "Are you girls already?" Chris's eyebrows furrowed as he looked around the living room. There was one girl missing. "Where's my baby girl?" He asked Y/N.

Y/N let out a sigh. She pointed at the small fort she help build. "She refuses to come out and go shopping."

"What?! You mean my baby girl doesn't want to spend my money on toys and sparkly dresses?" Chris said loudly for his daughter to hear.

"No!" A voice yelled out from inside the fort.

Chris looked back at his wife, completely confused. "Seriously? She doesn't want to go shopping?"

Y/N shook her head.

Chris walked the short distance to the fort. He got down on all fours and carefully crawled inside. He saw a loose dark curl on top of a pink sparkly blanket. He sighed and slowly laid down next to her. He carefully pulled the blanket back and saw a sad look on his beautiful daughter's face. It broke his heart.

"Hey, baby girl," he spoke softly. "What's wrong?" He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in for a big bear hug.

"No shoppin'," she mumbled. She cuddled more into his chest, trying her best to wrap her little arms around him.

"It's okay if you don't want to." He kissed her forehead. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"Tank you."

Chris fought back a smile at how cute she sounded saying thank you. He rubbed his hand up and down her back. "Can you at least tell daddy why you don't want to go shopping?"

"Flashies everywhere. I don't wike it."

"The flashies?" He was confused. He hadn't heard that word before. He couldn't figure out exactly what she was talking about. Then, he remembered.

The last time they went shopping, a swarm of paparazzi ambushed Chris, Y/N, and their 4 year old daughter as soon as they exited a store. They constantly yelled to look this way in hopes the paparazzi would get good candid photos. Some asked unnecessary questions. Y/N lowered her head and stayed close to Chris as she held one of his free hands.

Chris didn't want to say anything. He's always ignored them. But when push comes to shove, Chris won't hold back. So, when a paparazzi came from behind and tried to get the camera up close to their daughter, who had her face buried in the crook of his neck, Chris yelled for them to back off and to please give them their privacy as they didn't have permission to take photos of their daughter.

Chris remembered how scared his daughter was. When the paparazzi came from behind to get a photo of her, she yelled in horror and buried her face more into his neck. Her small sobs broke his heart, causing him to tighten his arms around her.

Y/N decided to drive as Chris climbed to the backseat with his daughter. She was having trouble breathing. Without a doubt, he knew she was having a panic attack. He was very familiar with them. He only hopes what worked for him would work for her.

He cupped her small chubby cheeks and looked directly into her tear filled eyes. He started doing calm breathing exercises. Without instructing her, his daughter mirrored his breathing. She eventually calmed down. He engulfed her into a hug and rubbed her small back. He whispered a bunch of 'I love you', 'you're always safe with daddy' and more sweet nothings.