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𝑪𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓

pairing: chris evans x female reader

summary: “i love you ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?”

word count: 4.8K

warnings: angst, the ending itself should be a warning 💀 aka ripped my own heart out with this one.

author’s note: hey y’all lol its me again. guess who said she was gonna write again and hasn’t dropped a fic since nov!! anyways, i’m sorry for not posting consistently on here so this is for that. i miss writing but at the same time i haven’t had the motivation to write this past year which kinds of sucks. not my favorite fic bc this literally took me months to finish. i haven't written in this perspective in forever but i hope you enjoy <3 also it’s been a while since i’ve written angst so-

June

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Bella: Are you ready for tonight?

Bella: I swear if you bail again

Bella: I’M AT YOUR FRONT DOOR SO THERE’S NO TURNING BACK NOW

A small chuckle escaped your lips while reading Bella’s intensifying messages, more so threats. It was her birthday and you wouldn’t miss it for the world, having not done so for the past ten years. However, Bella was quite the party girl out of the two of you. It’s not that you’ve never been to the club before, heavens know that Bella wouldn’t allow that, but it was more so just not your favorite scene. Tonight was different. You were going to push that all aside and enjoy the night after such a long week at work. From exasperating clients and temperamental peers, you were more than ready to let loose of all that.

When Bella’s third and final message had come through, you were applying the finishing touches to your outfit and makeup. Doing a quick glance in the mirror you were satisfied with the look and scattered across the bedroom to throw on shoes and a purse. Coconut lazily watched your actions from bed, her eyelids drooping within seconds of reopening them.

In all of five seconds you were finally ready to walk out the door at which Bella was knocking on like she was minutes away from tearing down.

Placing a kiss on her furry white head, you said goodbye to the Great Pyrenees whose white fur resembled a furry blanket on your bed. “Bye bye, Coco. If I’m not back by 2, I give you full permission to blame Bella for my disappearance.”

You gave Coconut one final pat before going to face the music, quite literally. Club playlists were no joke.

–

The mini black dress you so regrettably chose earlier was now sticking like a second skin which was highly annoying. In the lights of the club you would barely notice, especially with everyone being shoulder to shoulder and such. Being uncomfortably close was tonight’s theme apparently. Bella was currently dancing with two of her own friends, the three of them still going strong. Maybe it was the heels or the dress but after two hours of consistent dancing, you were starting to feel it.

“Hey! I’m going to grab a quick refresher.” It was impossibly hard to shout over the loud bass of whatever was playing but somehow Bella understood. She seemed content that she was able to get you to stay out on the dance floor for two whole hours and actually enjoy it.

Shouting back as if you two weren’t faces close, Bella snickered, “Fineee I guess I’ll set you free to roam the bar since you’ve stayed out here this long. Your personal best if you ask me (y/n/n)!”

It was like a corn maze trying to weave through the dancing bodies but it was worth it once the bar was in line of sight. Three or four bartenders were tending to the crowd and it wasn’t too busy over here as plenty of seats were open considering it was a Friday night.

You chose the open seat that was in your line of sight. A man in a black button up sat on the right and on the left was a woman in a blue dress. Confidence in each step, you sat down on the leather barstool as a bartender who was currently serving a customer acknowledged your presence. You patiently waited, fiddling your fingers while observing the surrounding patrons. The blue dress woman was laughing with her friends, almost knocking over her drink while the man in the black button up sat quietly with a vibrant red drink in his grasp.

Turning to him, you asked, “Excuse me, what type of drink is that?”

He looked a little caught off guard, only to quickly answer the question. “Oh this? It’s a cosmo, something simple ya know?”

You nodded with a pleasant smile, “That’s what I thought it was. I wasn’t sure though. Thank you.”

It seemed that the conversation was over so you began to turn back to the counter when the man started to speak again.

“Were you thinking about ordering one for yourself?”

“Yeah, it looks really good. Thought I’d try something different.” The man was turned in your direction while your body still was tucked under the counter.

“Ah, so you come here a lot?” He questioned.

“Just enough to be familiar with only half of the drink menu.” A small laugh accompanied your words and your fellow bar patron shook his head with an amused grin.

Just as he was about to speak again, presumably continuing on with the jesting back and forth, the bartender returned and the words on the man’s lips died down so that you could order.

The bartender quickly asked what drink you had in mind and you knowingly replied that you wanted a cosmo. How could you not? Especially after the enchanting company it apparently came with.

Scurrying off as fast as he arrived, the bartender went off to make the drink. You saw that the man in the button up was modestly watching your interaction with the worker. Usually you’d find that a bit creepy, but this time his gaze didn’t seem so intimidating.

“I’m sorry, I just realized I never asked for your name which is so rude of me. I’m Chris by the way.” He stuck his hand out to formally introduce himself.

Returning the gesture, you shared your name at which he let a delightful beam shine upon his face. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks at how much of a gentleman Chris was.

A few minutes and chatter later, the bartender was back with your cosmo, matching Chris’s aside from the fact that his was nearly empty.

Before he could leave to go take another order, Chris stopped the guy behind the counter. Over the loud music he asked, “Put that on my tab, will y’a?”

The guy nodded, and mindlessly went back to his waiting tasks.

“Chris, really, you didn’t have to do that—“ You felt a bit bad, hoping this guy didn’t think you just used him to pawn a free drink.

He waved his hand out as if to tell you don’t worry about it.

“It’s not a problem, really. I do have one way you could make it up to me though.”

At this, you raised an eyebrow, slightly hesitant to hear his next words. “What were you thinking?”

He flashed a cheesy grin, “That we go dance our asses off on that dance floor.”

You chuckled, shaking your head and standing up. A half finished cosmo was left on the bar counter as Chris eagerly grabbed your hand and led the both of you to the mob of dancing people.

As you both made your way through the crowds you saw Bella who had her eyes locked on the man holding your hand. Her jaw dropped for a split second before she burst into the largest smile. She even sent you supportive thumbs up to which you playfully rolled your eyes.

This was going to be a fun story for later.

July

Before that night in the club ended, you and Chris had exchanged numbers. It all felt so surreal, but you were blissfully happy. A very tired Bella loved hearing the story over her breakfast of eggs and toast the next morning. Well, as excited as two hungover girls could be without their squeals upsetting both of their headaches.

June ended with you and Chris seeing each other more and more often. By the time July rolled around you were more than happy to see the Independence Day Holiday. It seemed that things were going so well with Chris you didn’t even have a chance to stop and glance at the timeline of it all.

Chris invited you to his vacation home on a beach in Florida. Your usual hesitation was almost non existent when he popped the question. Not only did this shock you, but it absolutely floored Bella who normally had to finagle her way around your uncertainty.

Nonetheless, she was happy to bid you goodbye from your apartment; claiming that she was so excited to spend these next two weeks with Coco.

The drive to the airport made everything so real. A wide smile on your face as you realized that this was actually happening.

TSA was a pain as per usual, but you managed to get through and to your gate with time to spare. The airport was filled with people, all traveling for the summer holiday. Some mad dashed while others took their sweet time through the airport walkways.

The snack shop was close to your gate, directly across from it actually. A few other people were in the shop perusing the overpriced snacks and drinks that lined the wall.

You picked a bag of pretzels up to see that they were a whopping $7, so instead you settled on a $4 pack of gum.

A cashier readily took the gum packet while you fished out your wallet from your purse that was within your backpack. The airline only allowed one personal bag so you made it work with this system of packing your purse away.

You took the pack of spearmint and walked back to the gate, seeing plenty of empty seats. As you sat your backpack in the chair beside you, an all too familiar ringer sounded from it.

A text from him.

Chris: My flight’s about to take off. Yours?

You peeped up at the boarding time on the tv screen to see that boarding would begin at 1:16.

You: Boarding in an hour! I’ll see you in CLT

Chris: Sounds great, text me when you land 😘

It was always funny to see Chris use emojis. For some reason it just didn’t seem like something he’d do, yet at the same time it was so suitable for his personality.

An older woman sat in the chair beside you, a bag of pretzels in her hand. You looked to see your own packet of gum, stomach rumbling at the thought of how good those overpriced pretzels looked right about now.

The two of you managed to have the same connecting flight in Charlotte to Key West. There was a 3 hour layover that you both would be spending in a restaurant. (The only thing that kept you from going back to get those damned pretzels.)

The hour flew by and next thing you knew you were taking off for Charlotte.

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You: Just landed at gate A22.

Chris: Ok I’m coming over from gate A11.

You: Do you just want to meet at the restaurant?

Chris: Sure that sounds easier.

With that settled, you madly dashed from the gate to the Italian restaurant you both had settled on before landing. It was located near your takeoff gate which was E8— all the way across the airport.

Three hours may have seemed like a lot of time but in terms of a layover it’s really not. Plus, Charlotte airport was huge and that also meant the amount of people there would be surplus.

It took a good 15 minutes to get there since you alternated between speed walking and lightly jogging. You felt a bit weird just full on sprinting through the crowds.

You went up to the hostess who asked how many people were in your party. Just as you answered and the hostess walked away to prep a table , a finger tapped your shoulder causing you to jump around in surprise.

There was Chris, chuckling at your reaction before quickly pulling you in for a kiss.

“You scared me, Christopher!”

Playfully you smacked his chest as he just continued to laugh at your jumpy reaction.

“I’ll make it up over dinner.”

Chris grabbed your hand and the two of you followed the hostess. The table was secluded away in the private dining quarters of the restaurant. It was decorated in fancy candles and real flowers versus the faux light and flowers of the main dining room.

Once the hostess seated you both and left, you immediately expressed your shock to Chris.

“Chris! You didn’t have to do all of this. Rent out the whole dining room?”

He simply shrugged and sipped the fresh red wine. “Only the best for you, sweetheart. Now order whatever you want, it’s on me.”

Chris flipped open the menu while you still sat in shock at his thoughtfulness, “I was thinking about trying those mozzarella sticks.” His eyes flicked to yours and you could only stifle a laugh.

Mozzarella sticks in a high end restaurant. Classic.

Since it was the middle of the day, the restaurant already wasn’t packed to begin with. This meant that the food came faster and both you and Chris were able to make it back to the gate in time. Along with the mushroom carbonara and caprese chicken, Chris managed to get those damned mozzarella sticks, but you weren’t complaining because they were spectacular.

Chris stood from his chair first and then came around to your side to pull out your chair and offer his arm. He then took your backpack and slung it over the opposite arm as it seemed he didn’t have his own personal item.

“My, my, what a gentleman.” You squeezed his arm that you wrapped around while exiting the restaurant.

“It’s what I do best.” He jokes and leans down slightly to kiss the top of your head as you both glide across the moving walkway. For once it wasn’t broken and actually moved people.

“How was your flight?” Peering up at him, he smiled and gazed back down at you.

“It was fine, had a snorer beside me and it wasn’t even early. I must say it’s better now that you are here.” Chris shines that million dollar grin and you smack his chest. A joke is like every other word with him.

“You’re such a cheeseball, Evans.” The moving walkway finally ended and you and Chris beelined for the section that had your gate. There was only an hour left till takeoff and you knew boarding would begin a bit before.

“I know, and I take that compliment with great pride, hun.” He pats your hand that’s resting on his arm.

It took another 15 minutes of fighting crowds to get to the correct gate and it felt like the minute you sat down, you had to get back up to board the flight. Maybe it was all the talking that helped the time go by, but it felt like that hour to spare flew past.

You and Chris were in the first group to board the plane since it was the group that purchased tickets with the airline’s rewards system. Chris flew so much for work that he had racked up a lot of air miles to spare.

Hands still interlocked, Chris lightly tugged you down the thin aisle as you stayed on his heels looking for row 7. A few people passed as you slinked into the window seat and Chris put your backpack in the overhead. If the flight became busy, said backpack would probably come right back on down. You were going to tell Chris not to bother with it, but he had already beat you to it.

He sat back down in the seat beside you. Luckily, since the plane was so small, the rows were only two seats.

As the rest of the plane filled in and the airliner began to taxi the runway, you could tell something was wrong with Chris. The flight attendant was going over the usual safety protocols and while she did so, it seemed that Chris’s mind was elsewhere. His eyes stayed focused on the monitor in front of him that currently displayed the map. Continuing to study his features, you noticed that his eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his hands had a deathly grip on his thighs that were moving up and down from his tapping foot.

“Everything alright?” You reached into his lap and grabbed his hand in both of yours. He seemed so stressed.

Using his free hand he adjusted the collar on his shirt, “Yeah I um fly a lot for work…”

You arched an eyebrow at his attempt to play cool, “Chris?”

“I fly a lot, but that doesn’t mean I really like it.” His grip grew stronger once he realized that the flight was about to take off. The flight attendants had all taken a seat and the engines began to roar.

Just as the plane took off at a high speed down the runway for takeoff, Chris’s strong grip that was once anxiously holding his thighs was now squeezing the hell out of your hand. You didn’t mind though because the wince on his face said otherwise.

“Hey,” Chris turned to look at you and you reached up to cup his stubbly jawline, “Just think about all the fun we’re going to have in Key West.”

A smirk took over his lips for a split second as you laid your hand back down in your own lap and rested your head on his shoulder. Chris freed his hand from your grasp and set it on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Arriving in Key West was absolutely marvelous. The beachy feeling was nothing but relaxing and of course Chris booked a luxurious beach house. He insisted on nothing but the best when quite honestly you didn't mind staying in a motel if it meant enjoying this view.

Fortunately, the rest of the flight had gone smoothly the day before and Chris eased up once the wheels came down on the runway. For two tired travelers, there wasn’t much sleep that night. However, the breakfast that arrived in bed this morning was more than motivating to get up.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” Chris kissed your forehead and placed a tray of pancakes on your lap.

You sat up, hair messy from the pillows, and rubbed the sleep from your eyes to be met with the appetizing meal.

“You made this?” The man, already dressed and showered, stood at your bedside and nodded proudly.

“Yup. Successfully managed to add chocolate chips in there too without burning them.” He pointed at the mini morsels that were melting inside the pancake.

Reaching for his bicep, you pulled him close and placed a sweet kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, babe.”

“Of course. Enjoy your breakfast, I’ll go start the shower for you. I say we go to the beach today?”

He began to walk to the bathroom but turned around for your response. Mouthful of chocolate chip pancakes, you could only enthusiastically nod.

Chris had gone ahead and packed a cooler while you showered and quickly threw on a bathing suit and shorts to act as a cover up while you walked to the beach. Chris had done the opposite, a shirt acting as a cover up over his navy swim trunks.

The two of you evenly dispersed the load of beach junk that you were bringing. You carried the two chairs while Chris carried the cooler, umbrella, and bag of beach towels. It seemed that the walk to the beach was always the most dehumanizing part, but once you got there it was all worth it.

At the beach, loads of people littered the sand making it impossible to spot a place. You and Chris stood on the stairs trying to eye a spot.

“Over there?” You tapped Chris on the shoulder and pointed to a small plot in the sand that was empty and not too far.

“Perfect! Now it’s just a matter of getting through the maze of people with all this shit.” He chuckled and began to go down the stairs and into the mob of beach goers.

Between the burning sand and having to say ‘excuse me’ to every fifth person that was on the beach, getting to that spot was nearly unachievable. Yet, it was nice to finally throw down the chairs while Chris staked the umbrella into the ground. You laid out a thin beach blanket before the two chairs and sat the cooler and bag of beach towels under the umbrella.

Chris threw off his shirt and sprayed on some sunscreen, “Could you get my back please?”

You rolled your eyes playfully before taking off your own shorts, “Well only if you spray mine too.”

He handed you the bottle, a devious look on his face, “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

Chris eventually dragged you out into the ocean once it had cleared out some. He wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“If I drown from the rip current it’s your fault!” Chris’s hand held your own as he pulled you out to sea.

“The rip current is practically nonexistent right now, you’ll be fine.” The further you both walk out, the higher the water goes until you eventually stop and it's at your waist.

“Well… what about crabs and jellyfish? You know the creepy sea creatures that are on the floor!” The smooth sandbar you were just on had finally dropped off into the gravelly sand of the ocean floor.

“Here, I’ll solve that problem right now.” Without warning, Chris hoisted you up on his waist as your legs instinctively wrapped around him. You giggled and slung your arms around his neck as he looked up at you with a gorgeous smile.

“You’re the best thing to happen to me, you know that?” You momentarily took off your sunglasses and slid them on the top of your head to look at the man in front of you.

“I could say the same about you, sweetheart.” He leaned in and delicately pulled your face near for a kiss. The salty taste of the ocean on both of your lips.

August

Chris had gone back to work on a new project so it was understood that you’d be seeing less and less of him. However, the two of you remained in touch with occasional FaceTimes and usual phone calls. These seemed to be sufficient as your conversations rolled on like nothing had changed. He’d greet you with a warm smile and you’d exchange a blow of a kiss.

With things going so well, you decided it would be a nice surprise to visit Chris in LA where he was filming his latest project. Bella had offered once more to watch Coco and your boss had given you the week off so it seemed perfect. Summer was coming to an end and whatever this thing was between you and Chris; you most definitely didn't want to end with the season. The two of you had never placed any labels on the relationship, but you were thinking that maybe it was just an unspoken “official”. However, today you would make that unspoken word very much verbal.

Flying became second nature after having flown to visit Chris many times this summer. He had come a couple times as well, but it was just easier for you to fly out to him. Besides, LA was like a vacation on its own even if he wasn’t with you all the time because of work. The West Coast was most definitely different from the East.

Stepping out of the airport and picking up the rental car, you rolled down the windows to enjoy the breeze which added to the scenery of busy streets and swaying palms. Traffic, luckily, wasn't at a standstill and moved pretty quickly. You thought about texting Chris to surprise him now, but you had kept the visit a secret for this long. Why give in now? A familiar song came on the radio and you just had to turn up the volume, nothing but a good mood floating in the air.

As you pulled into the driveway it was nothing close to intimidating. In fact it was thrilling. Today was the day that things were going to change.

Chris’s car sat parked out front and while you walked to the front door, you popped a quick glance into the backyard to see if Dodger was out. It’s been a while since you’ve seen the pup.

He was not in the backyard, instead you could see his blurry four-legged form through the frosted window. Dodge must’ve already sensed that you were here.

You went to ring the doorbell but before you could, it swung open.

A big smile took over your face and Chris’s too.

“Hi Babe-” Extending your arms you went in for a hug, something you’ve always loved from him.

It was then that you noticed that he stepped back; the once bright smile quickly disappeared from his face.

“What are you doing here?” His tone wasn’t a good type of surprise. It was filled with irritation. You were a bit taken aback by Chris’s reaction having fully expected that you’d quite literally jump in his arms from elation.

“I came to visit you?” Your words came out in a question as he now had you questioning yourself. What went wrong between today and yesterday?

As you stood there trying so hardly to truly remember if you had done anything, Chris’s harsh voice shook you from your thoughts. His eyes met yours before they flickered to something behind. You turned to follow his gaze and saw a car driving up the driveway.

The beep of the BMW locking sounded as did heels on concrete. A modelesque woman elegantly walked towards the front door where you and Chris stood.

She let out a gleeful squeal before launching herself into Chris’s arms.

You thought about how that was the reaction you had expected from him when you first showed up.

Her long arms wrapped around his neck as she planted a long kiss on his bearded cheek. His own hands were sturdily planted on her hips.

Who was this woman?

“Oh, who’s this?” The woman wiggled out of his grasp and turned to you with a polite turn of her perfectly lined lips.

It appeared she had the same question about you.

“No one, just one of the assistants on set.” Chris pecked her cheek, “She’s just here to inform me about some changes.”

She nodded understandingly.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go upstairs to shower. All that traveling was exhausting. It’s good to finally be home!”

Chris laughed quietly along with her statement while you stood there like a deer in headlights. The woman tipped her head at you and then began to descend up the stairs of the grand house.

That’s when it all clicked.

Home.

She was his wife.

And you were the other woman.

Tears began to well up in your eyes.

“H-How could you—“ Words couldn't even describe what you were feeling right now. Everything had happened so fast. What was once good came tumbling down quicker than you could process.

While your world was being spun upside down, Chris appeared calm and collected as if the biggest secret had not just been revealed.

He shrugged simply, “It was a summer fling. You know the saying about summer love don’t you?”

Absolutely cruel of him. The smirk on his lips. You were so hurt you wanted nothing more than for him to feel even a fraction of it too.

“YOU ARE MARRIED? YOU PLAYED ME! THIS,” You gestured between yourself and Chris, “YOU MADE ME BELIEVE THAT THIS WAS IT.”

No response or even a change of emotion from the man leaning against the shut door behind him. How could anyone stand there so emotionlessly when someone you love is so hurt?

“I never even loved you.”

There it was. The five words that broke something inside of you.

He pushed himself off the wall, no regards to the changing expressions in your face as you processed the words said mere seconds ago.

The door slammed in your face, leaving you to stand on the doorstep with nothing left but three words that were too late.

“I love you.” A single tear left the well that flooded your once sparkling eyes..

It’s funny how those three special words turned out to be the worst thing you’ve ever heard.

“...Every night that summer just to seal my fate. And I screamed for whatever it's worth, "I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?”

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