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Braceface {Chris Evans}

Today is the day you've been dreading for the past 3 months, the day you've told yourself so may times your ready for. The day you get your braces fitted.

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You lie in your bed, awaiting your alarm, also known as your father to come hurtling through the door to wake you up. You roll over and click on your phone, seeing multiple notifications from your friends and co-stars. You read through them, just a few good lucks and it won't hurts about your braces. It came as a shock to both you and Chris, but mainly to you. You don't want to lose the free will of being able to eat what you want. A plain diet consisting of mashed potatos, soup and bananas most definitely does not sound appealing to you. You hear your dads foot steps reaching your door and your roll back over to your regular sleeping position. He opens the door to your room and you close your eyes.

"Y/n, come on time to get up" He says, walking in and opening up your curtains. You groan and plunge your face into your pillows.

"Do I have to?" You drag out, your morning voice clear as day. Chris laughs and walks over to you, pulling your covers back.

"Yes, and if you don't, I'll lift you out myself" He mockingly threatens you. You lift your head and look at him, strands of your hair covering your face.

"Go for it old man" You threaten him. He sighs and wraps his arms around your midsection. You scream as he lifts you over his shoulder as if it's nothing and walks down the stairs. "Dad! Let me go!" You screech as you pound your fists into his back. He sets you down on the couch and looks at you with a sly grin on his face.

"What was that you were saying?" He asks you sarcastically. You huff and roll your eyes, crossing your arms over his old t-shirt. "Now come on, you have to eat something" He says. You grimace at the thought, your stomach churning in fear.

"I'm okay, i'll eat later" You tell him. 

"No, you'll eat now. Stop over thinking this, isn't going to hurt" Chris reassures you.

"It's not the pain I'm worried about" You murmur. Chris raises his eyebrow at you.

"What are you worried about sweetheart?" He asks you sounding concerned.

"What if I get laughed at? Or-or made fun of?" You stutter out. Chris puts his hand on your shoulder and you look up at him, a slight glint of fear in your eyes.

"No one's gonna laugh at you, and if they do, ask 'em to come back in 18 months time when your teeth are perfectly straight and theirs are all crooked and messed up" Chris says, making you laugh. "Now laugh it up all you want, but you're going to look amazing either way" He says.

"Thanks,dad" You say. Chris smiles, and narrows his eyes at you.

"What else are dads for?" He asks. You go to speak, but he holds his hand up. "Don't answer that question" He says. You laugh and go into the kitchen. When he knows he's not in your view anymore, he fist pumps silently.

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Chris parks the car outside the orthodontist and taps your knee, being able to hear what you're listening to word for word. You pull your earbuds out and look at him with a look of 'Can we just turn around and go back?'. 

"No, no no no I am not falling for this routine. Y/n please just go, it won't be that bad" He says, pulling out his puppy dog eyes. You try to look away, but can you resist? Of course not. Your dad is Chris Evans, no one can resist him.