#chris evans x costar!reader

[asoftvoice]

in the end

summary: finishing a book you recommended ignites a realization in chris.

warnings: age gap, fluff, spoilers for They Both Die At The End by Adam Silvera, and Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. mentions of death.

pairing: chris evans x costar!reader

your toes dug into the sand, the sun beating down on your skin. you rested your chin on your knee, looking out at the waves crashing against the shore. you looked longingly at your costars who were splashing around in the water.

it had been a dreadful long month long full of shooting your new movie, Ghosted. you thought that filming a romantic comedy would be a breeze, but it was proving to be anything but.

you were forced to put your happy face on when you barely had the energy to crawl out of bed, and act like you were head over heels in love with Chris's character.

acting in love with Chris wasn't the hard part for you.

it was pretending that you weren't in love with him when the camera's weren't rolling.

playing his love interest, you had very few scenes that didn't include him, and even when the cameras weren't rolling, he was constantly in your space. constantly joking, poking, tickling. treating you like a little sister, as if he wasn't kissing the life out of you an hour ago.

it hurt, that you couldn't deny. it hurt knowing that the two of you would never work out. even if, for whatever reason, he did fall for you and he did confess, the two of you would only end up heartbroken. the judgement and criticism that the two of you would no doubt receive even if the relationship was just rumoured, made you feel sick to your stomach. as much as you wanted to be his, and for him to be yours, you knew that it would just end up hurting the two of you if you tried.

it was exhausting. a bone deep exhaustion that had yet to be soothed, but you had a feeling that this break from filming would do the trick.

for once, Chris was nowhere to be seen. he had been unsure if he was going to be able to make it to the beach house that had been rented for the weekend, and you were happy to be separated from the man who had been suffocating you for the past 8 weeks.

but you discovered that now that he wasn't here, you wanted nothing more than for him to be sitting next to you. to be talking to you, and you wanted nothing more than for the two of you to be able to be together, despite the universe telling you no, or so it felt.

Chris clicked the key fob to lock his car, hearing it beep behind him. he slung his duffel over his shoulder, and entered the house. the door to the back patio was open, and he could see his castmates fooling around in the ocean.

then, his eyes found you, sitting on the sand, watching them.

the corners of his lips pointed up towards his eyes in a warm smile, watching your shoulders rise and fall as you took a deep breath. the duffel fell from Chris's shoulder and hit the floor with a thud, his shoes joining the duffel a moment later, before he was hissing when his bare feet touched the burning orange sand.

he made his way over to you slowly, waving and smiling at his cast mates as he did so. Chris smiled wider as he approached you. he was never able to control his smile around you. no matter his emotion at the moment, all you had to do was enter a room, and he was instantly happy, almost giddy, even.

you had brought such a light into his life since meeting you. before signing on to the movie, he'd felt hopeless. he was 40, almost 41, and he'd only had a handful of committed relationships, but none of them going past dating.

him and Minka had talked about marriage and kids, but ultimately they were both a different points in their lives, and were better off friends. he hadn't really spoken about marriage or kids with anyone else, and after realizing this, he had lost all hope of ever having the family that he wanted.

that flame, that desire for the domestic life, reignited when the cast met for the first time. the smile on your face and the light in your eyes relit that flame inside of him, and the hope came back, albeit slowly.

he wasn't oblivious to the way you looked at him either. he could see the fondness that you tried to hide, and he could hear the way your breathing sped up and skin warmed whenever he made physical contact with you, both on set and off.

the only thing holding him back was the age difference. you were years younger than him, but that didn't stop him from wanting you. it didn't stop him from imagining what it would be like to hold you in his arms all night, to kiss you, to love you. it didn't stop him from imagining the two of you sharing your first dance at your wedding reception, and how great of a mother you would make.

was he getting a head of himself? absolutely, but it didn't make his thoughts retreat. in fact, if it wasn't for knowing what the internet would say about the two of you, he would have acted on his feelings weeks ago. but the thought of the comments saying that you were using him for his money. the comments about how the relationship wouldn't last. but most importantly, the comments about how he was grooming you.

he wanted you to be his, but he knew that the internet would push the two of you apart, and he wouldn't be able to bring himself to recognize that, or to end the relationship because of that, meaning the two of you would be locked in a relationship that isn't healthy for either of you.

he wanted to protect you, not hurt you, and if loving you from afar would ensure you protection, he would do just that. he squeezed his eyes shut, pushing the thoughts from his head as he took his seat next to you, returning your smile with one of his own.

"hey." he greeted, and his eyes gazed into yours as you giggled quietly.

"hi." you said so quietly, that Chris could've missed it if he wasn't paying attention. "h-how was your drive up here?" you stuttered slightly, and it made Chris chuckle.

"it was alright. little boring, but nothing a little music couldn't fix." he stated, and you smiled again, before looking out at the ocean again. "what have you guys been up to while i was gone?" he asked, following your eyeline.

you shrugged. "not much, honestly. i managed to find a quiet spot in one of the unused sitting rooms, and managed to read about half of my book." you said.

Chris nodded, breathing out of his nose. you were an avid reader, and he'd watched in amazement as you'd made your way through They Both Die At The End in two days, before offering the book to Chris to borrow, because you thought he would like it, and you were right. Chris was only half way through the book, and had never been more invested in a book that involved death, a concept that scared him. granted, the last thing he'd read before packing it in his bag was Rufus watching Mateo have a nightmare.

"what are you reading?" he asked, seeing the smile grow wider, about to happily ramble about your book.

"Little Women." you said.

"a classic," Chris stated, and you simply nodded in response.

"it is. i loved the movie, and saw it at my local book shop and picked it up. i'm loving it so far. Jo just cut off her hair, and I love how she thoroughly explains her reasoning behind it. because in the movie, its just stated that Jo 'couldn't bear it', seeing Aunt March, that it. in the book, she just states-" you began to ramble, before you realized your actions, and you stopped immediately. "sorry, i'm rambling again."

Chris shook his head, his eyebrows knitting together. "no, don't say sorry. you're passionate about books, and I'd love to hear more about it. please, go on." he said, and you smiled big, before continuing to explain.

"so, in the book, Jo says 'Meg gave all her quarterly salary toward the rent, and I only got some clothes with mine, so i felt wicked, and was bound to have some money, if i sold the nose off my face to get it.' it made me realize that even though Jo works hard for her family, she feels like she will never be good enough. and that feeling didn't stem from Marmie, it stemmed fully from Aunt March, which is really interesting because..." you rambled, and Chris continued to smile, watching you intently, fully aware his eyes held nothing but love for you.

Chris breathed through his nose, blinking back tears as he turned the page.

as much as he was in love with you, he was regretting agreeing to reading this book. you'd waited patiently for him to finish his breakfast, before grasping his wrist, and dragging him to your corner of paradise that you'd found the day before, insisting that the two of you could read.

Chris immediately agreed, not only because he was now invested in the book in his hands, but also because he could see the pure, untouched excitement in your eyes, and he wanted to keep that light there. the two of you had take up refuge on a small bench full of pillows, squished between two book cases, and in between quiet laughs, gasps, and turning pages, the two of you had drifted closer, your legs now over his lap, his hand not holding the book rubbing your shins, only leaving briefly to flip the page.

he swallowed the lump in his throat as he digested the words in front of him.

'I wonder if Mateo found his mother yet. I wonder if he told her about me. If I find my family first, we'll have our hug-it-out moment, and then I'll recruit them in my Mateo manhunt. Then who knows what comes next.

'I throw on my headphones and watch the video of Mateo singing to me.

'I see Althea Park in the distance, my place of great change. I return my attention to the video, his voice blasting in my ears.'

"no," Chris whispered as his eyes moved from the second last to the last line, seeing you look up from your book in the corner of his eye.

'I cross the street without an arm to hold me back.'

the book fell from Chris's hands, letting them come up to cover his face as tears spilled over his waterline. a sob bubbled up his throat, before your arms wrapped tightly around him, soothing him, even if just slightly.

"it's called 'They Both Die At The End' for a reason," you teased, but stopped teasing when you realized that your attempt at a light hearted joke to make him smile wasn't working, and decided to take a different route.

"do you want to know what's so magical about that book?" you whispered, sliding your legs underneath you as his hands dragged down his face, wiping away his tears. "the most magical thing about that book is that despite the fact that Mateo and Rufus are so different, despite the fact that they come from very different backgrounds, they are so similar. Rufus's parents have died, and Mateo's mom has as well. not only that, but Mateo's father was in a coma. neither of them had parents to turn to when the got their call from Death Cast. and despite all of that, despite their very different backgrounds, they found each other, and managed to learn all there was to learn about one another, and fell in love.

"despite everything, they found each other, and no matter what others said, no matter what was happening in the world, two people fell in love with zero regrets, and i think that's beautiful." you finished, and finally made eye contact with Chris, who was, once again, fully aware he was staring at you as if you were everything, as if he'd just witnessed you create the heavens and the earth, as if he was utterly amazed by you.

and you were. the way you dissected the characters, their story line, and their love story in such a simple way. it amazed him how he could apply the assessment to the two of you, and by the light flickering behind your eyes, you had as well.

Chris tried to speak, but stuttered. he clamped his mouth shut, and swallowed harshly, forcing the lump of emotion down his throat, before trying again.

"can i tell you the most beautiful thing about you," he said quietly, his one hand falling to your lower back, the other resting on one of your arms. "and me?" he continued, not waiting for your response. "the most beautiful thing about us is how we both relate to Rufus and Mateo. obviously only one of us is a man, but," you giggled loudly, and Chris felt the tension in his shoulders relieve immediately. "we're the same. i know how you feel about me, i can see it in your face, i can see how much it pains you to love me the way you do and be so scared of us hurting each other. i can see the want for me to have you, and for you to have me. how you're trying to come to terms with it, and let me tell you something, i am too. i feel as if i've loved you my entire life, despite knowing you for only a few months. we both know what the internet is going to say when we announce our relationship, but just as Rufus and Mateo were together until the very end, i promise you, i will be with you until the very end. no matter what.

"no matter what happens, no matter what is said about us, i will love you to no end." he whispered, his thumb rubbing your arm gently, seeing your head tip forward, and your chin wobble. Chris rested his forehead against yours, sniffing as his own tears fell down his face, his emotions shifting from sadness for Mateo and Rufus to pure and utter love, and need, to protect you, and love you. "all you have to do is say yes." he said, and as soon as he felt your head nod, his hands wrapped up and around your upper back, his lips chasing yours.

they met in the middle, and it felt as if a fog had been lifted as soon as they pushed against one another. you had the realization that Chris was right. that no matter what happens, no matter what anyone says, you have each other, until the very end.

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[toastedkiwi]

What are some of orphan costar and Chris’s funniest moments in interviews?

Chris was getting asked about his love life every fucking interview. It was getting annoying. She jumped in at one point and was like “my love life is fucking amazing.” Chris immediately was like “first of all, watch your fucking language, child. Secondly, who am I beating up?” And she exclaimed “you’re not beating up my imaginary boyfriend!”

Chris was telling some random story and his arm was up briefly. She took two fingers and just jabbed him into that perfect spot in his side. He flipped out and jolted the chair— he fell over. He let out a girly scream. She laughed falling out of her chair.

She was asked what her family thinks of her acting and she said “I dont know what a family is. I’m an orphan.” Chris didn’t want to laugh but he did. She punched him in the bicep and said in faux anger, “it’s not funny to laugh at orphans! Look at Bruce Wayne—.” “He’s a fictional character!” “So is that ass! You got butt implants!” “It’s American made!”

#chris evans x teen costar!reader #chris evans headcanon

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Saving my Angel

PAIRING | Chris Evans x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 6.2K

SUMMARY | You are in a toxic relationship with your boyfriend, and even though he's always there for you, Chris can't take it much longer to see you like this. When your boyfriend makes you cut all ties to him, Chris will do everything in his power to make sure you'll get safely to the other side.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Major angst, toxic (ex)boyfriend, abusive (ex)boyfriend against Reader, extreme physical violence used against Reader & Chris, swearing, very degrading talk against Reader, multiple badly broken bones.

A/N | This was a very difficult one to write, but I want everyone who is currently going through it to know, that there is help if you need it. You are stronger than you know, and you will get through this! To everyone who has gone through it, I am so sorry that you had to, but I am so proud of you for making it to the other side 🖤

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Chris Evans Masterlist

''I'm sorry Chris, but I can't do this any longer. I think it's for the best if we don't see each other. If we don't have any contact at all actually,'' you say, tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to spill onto your cheekbones and into your neck. All Chris could do was look at you with a pained look, he was well aware it wasn't your choice to do this, your boyfriend set you up to do this. ''It was an honor to be your friend,'' you say before turning around and walking back to your boyfriend, who was waiting in the car for you to get back. He couldn't believe it, you didn't deserve to be treated like this, nobody did. But especially you, his best friend. The woman he loved more than anyone in this world, you didn't deserve to be treated like trash, because you were the most perfect human being in his eyes. His angel didn't deserve to be treated like that, by someone worth less than nothing.

''I told him, are you happy now?'' you say to Luke, your boyfriend, with a snarky tone. This immediately earned you a slap across your face, making you gasp in both pain and fear. ''Why the fuck do you think you can talk to me like that? You should be thanking me for making you do this, he was trying to take you away from me. And what do I get as a thank you?'' he spat the words out and landed another slap on your face, making the tears that threatened to spill earlier now stream down your face. You didn't want to do this, but he forced you to. He threatened your parents if you didn't do what he said, so you went along with his wishes and told Chris you didn't want to see him anymore. You just ruined a nearly 30-year relationship in a matter of minutes, and that hurt more than anything Luke could ever do to you.

Chris was looking at what happened and saw you getting slapped by the asshole you call your boyfriend. Every bone in his body was aching to do something, but he knew that if he did, he would only make it worse, and he didn't want that to happen to you. He flinched the second time he hit you, and quickly turned around, so he could let his tears flow without anyone seeing. ''I'm so sorry, Angel...'' he whispers to nothing, his tears now falling down his cheeks. ''I'm sorry I couldn't do more to protect you...'' and he sat down on his couch, grabbing his phone, without unlocking it. On his lock screen was a photo of the two of you at the premiere of Captain America: The First Avenger. The two of you looked so incredibly happy in that moment, and he thinks back to all the fond memories you have, like the moments you came to visit him on set whenever you had the chance. All of his costars took an immediate liking to you, just like he had almost 3 decades ago. All of that was gone within a matter of minutes.

Luke quickly pulled the car away from the curb, but that didn't stop you from seeing Chris' face before he left, you saw the hurt in his eyes and knew he witnessed all of it. Your cheek was throbbing and burning from the pain, when you were home you would just get some ice to get the swelling down. ''I can't believe you're such an ungrateful bitch, I just did you a fucking favor!'' he yelled at you, and you looked out your window, not wanting to face him now. You were well aware this couldn't go on any longer this way, but you were also too afraid to do something about it, so you stayed with him to keep him happy. Just like the last 4 years, you stayed with him to make sure he wouldn't hurt you, but it would only get worse and worse.

The relationship started perfectly fine, nothing overly crazy or anything like that. The two of you met at your old job and were working together frequently. During this time, you two grew fond of each other and started a relationship. It seemed like a perfect relationship on the outside, but what no one knew is that after about 6 months, everything completely turned around. He started getting mad faster, swearing more and calling you ungrateful. About 6 more months after that he started to get physically abusive, grabbing your bicep and squeezing if you didn't do what he wanted, hitting you in your face, ribs, on your legs, everywhere he could reach, and eventually that led to getting slapped in the face too. When all that still wasn't enough for him, he made you stop seeing your family and friends, and as a last effort today, he made you stop seeing Chris, the person you leaned on most when it got too much.

Now, you have absolutely nothing left. Nowhere to go, no one to talk to. Luke took everything away from you, and somehow it would never be enough for him. A few tears escape your eyes, and you pray that he won't notice, it would usually end badly for you when he saw you cry after what he did to you. God, you needed Chris now, but that wouldn't be an option anymore. He would be someone in your past now, a chapter you would always look back on with fond memories. But no new ones would be formed, not with him. From now on, he was out of your life, because of your boyfriend's jealousy. Nothing ever happened between you and Chris, but that didn't sink in with him, he was positive you were cheating on him with Chris. But you would never do that to anyone, not even after everything he had done to you.

~ The night Chris came to your rescue ~

''I can't fucking believe you, Y/N, why would you do this to me?!'' Luke yelled at you, for the umpteenth time, yet you didn't know what you did wrong. ''Why the fuck would you go to his house, when I told you you weren't allowed to go there?'' he spat the words in your face, ending it with a hard slap across the face, to emphasize his point. ''I-, I don't know,'' is all you could manage to say before he pulled you up from the couch and squeezed your arm until you could feel the bones in your underarm snap, making you scream out in agony. ''That is what you deserve for being such a whore, you're nothing more than a cheap fucking whore,'' he said with a chuckle and a grin on his face. He was enjoying this way too much. He pushed you away and you fell to the floor, trying to scramble away but there wasn't much space for you to go.

''Where does my fucking whore think she's going? You have nowhere to go, do you? Such a lonely little bitch you are. Good, because you are right where you need to be,'' he said with a layer of disgust laced throughout his words. He wanted you all for himself, do whatever he wanted to you whenever he wanted. When you said no, he had reached his breaking point, and so did most of your bones. He kicked you multiple times in the ribs, and the scream you let out wasn't even human anymore, the sound of more bones cracking ringing through your head. ''I- I'm sorry...'' you said sobbing, feeling pain everywhere at once, barely able to breathe. He wasn't done with you yet and put his foot with a heavy boot on it on your leg, making sure you couldn't walk away from him. When the bone snapped, you screamed another animalistic groan, right before the door was barged in by the police.

Luke tried to run away, but he didn't stand a single chance of going away. When he got dragged away he managed to get in more kick towards you, landing on your jaw, breaking it too. By now, the pain was so overwhelming you were unconscious, but there was a medical team helping you on a gurney, before taking you to the hospital. The police found your wallet and your ID, making sure they knew who they were bringing into the hospital. The ride there wasn't pretty, you lost a lot of blood, and all of the breaks were very nasty. At the hospital, you were immediately rushed into emergency surgery, so they could get you fixed up as much as would be possible at that point, but they already knew you were going to need multiple surgeries. One of the nurses called your emergency contact, and that person was at the hospital in less than 20 minutes. Chris would always show up when you needed him most.

''My name is Chris Evans, I'm here for Y/N Y/L/N, I got called because I'm her emergency contact,'' he tells the man behind the front desk, and he looks up some information. ''She's in surgery right now, but you can wait in the waiting room. As soon as we have more information, a doctor will come and find you,'' he said, pointing him towards the waiting area of the emergency room. The first surgery took about 6 hours and didn't exactly go according to plan, you coded a few times and lost a lot of blood, but for now, you were stable and alive. That's all Chris could care about right now, he wanted his Angel to be alive. When the doctor told him what had happened, and how you were doing, he couldn't help but start crying. By the time you were back in your room and settled for a little bit, he was allowed in and he started sobbing next to you. ''Oh my fucking god, Angel, what did he do to you?!'' he said between sobs, taking your hand softly into his, giving it a soft kiss to show him you were safe now, he was with you.

When you were finally coming back to consciousness, Chris was sleeping by your side, so you squeezed his hand a little to show him you were awake. He didn't sleep all that deep, so he woke up almost instantly. ''Angel, you're alive...'' is all he could get out before tears were streaming down his face out of pure relief. He was extremely grateful his Angel was still alive, his best friend made it to the other side. ''I came as soon as they called me, Luke is currently locked up. Your neighbors called the cops and I'm glad they did, otherwise, I might not have you here right now,'' he explained. You felt tears welling up in your eyes, you were eternally grateful for your neighbors, that they dared to call even though they were well aware of what Luke was capable of. You tried to talk but you had your mouth wired shut, to help your broken jaw.

''Don't talk Angel, they had to wire your jaw shut, he broke your bottom jaw, so for it to heal properly they had to do that. You also have both the bones in your right lower arm broken, as well as 5 ribs, and your tibia is broken too. He did a number on you this time, and I wish I was there to stop him this time...'' he said, but all you could do is put your hand on his and look at him. You wanted to tell him you would be okay, you wanted to tell him how much you love him, but he knew. Chris knew damn well how you felt about him. ''I love you, Angel, I always have and always will,'' he said before getting up and placing a small kiss on your forehead, signifying to you that it will be okay now that he's here with you. ''When you're allowed to go home, I will take you to my house, so you can recover with both me and Dodger. You don't ever have to go back to your apartment, I promise,'' he said. But he knew it was one he wouldn't be able to keep, not as long as Luke would be free once more.

After a week in the hospital, you were finally allowed to go home, after being carefully instructed how to take care of yourself, but it would be Chris who would be doing most of the caring for you. ''Ready to go home, Angel?'' he asks and gives you a look full of adoration, proud of how well you're doing in your recovery so far. You nod slowly and Chris pushes your wheelchair out of the room and thanks all the nurses for the good care they gave you. When he wheeled you out of the hospital, you got tears in your eyes, the realization of what happened finally dawning on you a little bit. Chris notices you tensing up a little, and puts his hand on your shoulder, showing you he's still there. This simple gesture makes you lose the battle against your tears as they slowly slide down your face and onto your neck. He keeps walking you to his car, when you're there he places the wheelchair in such a way that he can help you get in.

When the wheelchair is on its brakes, Chris opened the car door and went to your side, going to pick you up. ''I'm so sorry Angel, but I'm going to have to pick you up and it's probably going to hurt. Try and hook your arm around my neck and I'll try to be as careful as possible,'' and he wasn't lying. It did hurt, making you whine out pretty loud at the pain, and your face scrunches at the feeling of his arms on your body. ''I'm so so sorry, I am...'' he said when he put you down. When you were buckled in he started folding the wheelchair and put it in the trunk of his car, so you could use it again at home whenever you needed it. When he sat down at the driver's side of the car, he looked at you and you were just looking out your window, not wanting to be reminded what happened, but you wouldn't be able to escape it. You would never be able to escape what Luke did to you. Chris drove the both of you to his house and helped you out of his car and into your wheelchair. At this moment you were extremely grateful his house didn't have steps in front of his door, unlike yours. He could just wheel you into the house.

''Hey Dodger, we have to be very careful with Y/N for a while, buddy!'' he said as the dog came running up to them, shortly followed by Scott, who has been taking care of him for the last week when Chris was with you in the hospital. ''Oh fuck, it's even worse than I thought...'' Scott whispered when he saw you, and you saw the pained look on his face. All you did was nod a little, you couldn't do much else. Dodger walked slowly up to you and wanted to get some love, so you extended the hand that you could still use, softly petting him on his head. You were grateful for all three of the boys currently standing around you, wanting to help you wherever they could. ''I got it from here, Scott,'' Chris said and he said goodbye to his brother, thanking him again for looking after Dodger. He wished you a good recovery before walking out the door. ''I had Scott set up a bed in the living room, so you don't have to go up and down the stairs to sleep,'' he said, wheeling you to it. You signaled you wanted to lay down for a while, and he softly helped you into the bed, pulling on his sleeve notifying you wanted Chris to lay with you for a while and soon Dodger joined as well. You hadn't slept so well in years as you did now.

~ The night something shifted within you ~

''Luke?'' you started, asking for your boyfriend's attention. He hummed notifying me he was listening. ''Ava just asked if I wanted to go to the club with her and Isabelle,'' you say, showing him the message she just send you. ''Can I go?'' you ask, feeling stupid about the fact that you asked him permission to do something, but you didn't want to not do it, the consequences would be worse than the last time you ended up in the hospital. ''Where are you going? And who else is coming?'' he asked, always wanting to know where you were and with who. Sometimes he'd even show up unannounced to make sure you weren't lying to him. You never were, but it still made you feel very worthless some nights. As if you couldn't take care of yourself, but he always argued he did it for your safety, ''I'm just looking out for you sweetheart, it's for your own good,'' he would say. And at some point, you almost started to believe him. Almost. ''We're going to Joe's Pub, and I'll just be going with Ava and Isabelle. We're going for a few drinks, nothing more. I'll be home before midnight,'' you say to him. ''Okay, you can go, but you better not be meeting someone else while you're out there!'' he said with some anger laced in his voice.

You texted them you were in, and changed into a dress you knew Luke would approve of, he bought it for you after all. You picked out your floral, short sleeve dress and paired it with a pair of black Converse, simple jewelry, and minimal make-up. You looked perfectly fine for a few drinks with friends, and you showed your outfit to Luke, who approved. ''Looking beautiful, sweetheart,'' he said as he gave you a soft kiss on the lips. You didn't kiss him back, but he didn't seem to notice. Ever since he picked you up from Chris' house a year ago, it hadn't been the same between the two of you. Both Chris and Luke got into a huge argument, and it turned physical when Luke swung his fist toward Chris. Luckily you were able to pull the pair apart, but not without getting a few more punches yourself in the process. After this, you went with Luke, since you didn't have a choice. You didn't want him to hurt you, but even more, you didn't want Chris to get hurt. You had convinced yourself you deserved everything he did to you, but not Chris. He didn't need to be dragged into this.

When it was time to go out the door and towards Joe's Pub, you called an Uber and Luke walked to the car with you, making sure the Uber Driver is taking you where you said you were going. But he already knew you were going to check up on you later, he didn't trust you not to go meet with another guy when you're there. ''Have fun sweetheart, and don't drink too much!'' he said in a mocking tone before the Uber drove off. It was a short ride to the pub, and once you arrived you found both Ava and Isabelle already there. You hugged them, happy to see both of them again after not being outside the house alone for a few months. Usually, Luke came everywhere with you, never letting you go nowadays, so you were glad he did let you go alone, although you had the suspicion he would turn up later tonight like he used to do. You got drinks for all three of you and when you were waiting at the bar, you heard a familiar voice behind you.

''Looking gorgeous tonight, Angel!'' Chris said with a deep voice and you quickly turned around to face him. You extended your arms to hug him, and he happily hugged you back, you haven't seen him in a while since he was away to film another movie for a couple of months. ''Oh my god, you're back!'' you say excitedly and can't believe he's here, right now with you. ''How was filming?'' you ask and he tells you it went well, but it wasn't the same without you there on set. ''Everyone on set missed you, you know. They asked if you would be coming to visit, but I told them you were busy with work...'' he said, and you heard the sadness in his voice. Usually, you loved to come to visit him and his friends on set, especially when he was filming Marvel movies. ''I'm sorry, I couldn't-'' is all you said, but he knew what you were going to say. Luke wouldn't have allowed you to see him on set. Chris was well aware of the way he thought about him, especially since the night the two of them had the fight when he came to get you from his house. ''It's okay, angel. It isn't your fault,'' he said.

''Put her drinks on my tab, please,'' he told the bartender when you were going to pay for them. ''Chris, you don't have to do that!'' you said, but he didn't want to hear it. ''It's my treat, to celebrate your night out without him for once,'' he said with a wink. You thank him and walked back to your friends, who were looking with slack jaws at the fact that you just hugged Chris fucking Evans. ''DID YOU JUST-'' ''YOU KNOW CHRIS EVANS?!'' they both said at the same time. You have told them about your friend named Chris, just never that it was him. You were used to the fact that he was famous, but you knew him since you were kids, so it wasn't weird for you. ''Oh yeah. I'm used to it, I've known him since we were kids,'' you said and shrugged it off. The girls, however, would not let it go. ''Could you maybe introduce us to him? Can we ask him for an autograph or a selfie?'' They asked both very excited. This is something you would never get used to however, this is exactly why you didn't tell them you were friends with him. With a sigh, you told them you would see what you could do, and you looked around the pub trying to find him.

Eventually, you found him in the back of the pub at a table with Scott, Carly, and Shanna, which you all haven't seen in forever. When Chris saw you he immediately waved you over to the table. ''Oh my god you guys, I missed you all so much!'' you exclaimed when you saw his siblings and there were a lot of hugs exchanged. Scott hugged you just a little tighter and longer, especially after seeing what Luke had done after you came back from the hospital. ''It's good to see you again, Squeak,'' and you heard the worry throughout his voice. ''Scott, I'm okay, I promise,'' you said before letting go. ''Did you want to join us? You're more than welcome to, you know,'' Chris offered, but you said you were here with your friends. ''Speaking of them, they wanted to know if I could ask you for a favor, but it's okay if you say no. They want to know if they could maybe get a selfie with you or an autograph since they found out I'm friends with you,'' you said, a little bit of outrage through your tone. You hated asking this of him, but you also probably knew he would say yes. ''Of course Angel, anything for you,'' he said and he got up. ''I promise I'll bring him back to you soon. It was nice seeing you all again,'' you said before walking after Chris.

He found your friends and you practically saw them melt right then and there when he talked to them. He took a selfie with both of them and he signed both their phone cases, after getting a sharpie from the bartender. ''Thank you so much, you're amazing!'' they said at the same time, and you couldn't help but laugh at it. ''I'll see you later, Angel,'' Chris said and kissed you on the cheek, but he would regret that immediately. ''WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING WITH MY GIRL? Didn't I tell you to stay the fuck away from her, you asshole?!'' Luke said before shoving Chris away from you. ''Luke, don't-'' is all you said before he slapped you square across the face, and this made Chris see white, instantly swinging himself towards Luke, and punching him wherever he could reach. The fight really got out of hand and Scott finally managed to pull Chris off of Luke with 2 bartenders, and Luke was pulled away by 3 other customers. The last bartender called 911, saying they needed police and an ambulance over at the bar. When they arrived both Luke and Chris were taken into police custody, but released soon after.

Tonight's events shifted something inside you, you had the realization this couldn't go on like this any longer. ''What the fuck were you thinking?!'' you yelled at Luke and started crying, you couldn't believe he is such a horrible person. You found a glass vase and threw it at his head, you were so angry you didn't care anymore. This was a huge mistake, since Luke grabbed your arm and broke the bones again, just like the last time, but he didn't let you go to the hospital. He made you swear right then and there that you would break every form of contact with Chris. ''I can't fucking believe you would cheat on me with that asshole,'' he said, but you didn't have it in you to argue anymore. ''I'm sorry,'' is all you could get out, sounding broken. You didn't have it in you to fight, so you decided to do whatever he wanted, so you wouldn't get hurt again. When he took you to Chris' house a few days later, you walked to his door with lead in your shoes. You knew you were going to throw away a 30-year friendship over a toxic relationship. And even though you knew how wrong it was, you couldn't stop yourself, he would kill you if you did.

~ The night you won the battle ~

Not being able to talk to Chris was killing you inside. Luke made you block his phone number, and his e-mail account, and you had to block him on every single social media account you had. Everywhere you went, Luke went with you. You had to start working from home because you couldn't hide your bruises, your wounds, and your broken bones from your colleagues. This meant you were completely cooped up in your apartment every second and every minute of every day. Even though you did exactly what Luke wanted you to, it still wasn't enough, and you just couldn't give anymore. Your breaking point was officially reached after 5 years of this abuse. After not speaking to or seeing Chris for over a year. You knew he wouldn't forget about you, just like you never forgot him, but it still hurts that you dragged him into your mess. And you were both paying for it. Because Chris never stopped looking out for you, even though he didn't get to see you anymore. He knew you went to your mailbox every single afternoon at the same time now, and he slipped a letter in there one day. Don't let him find this is all it said on the front in Chris' handwriting, and you hid the letter when you walked back up to the apartment. You handed him all the letters, so he could see who you received letters from and about what.

That night, when you went to the bathroom when Luke was watching tv, you found the letter that you hid on your bedside table, where he wouldn't find it. You softly opened it, and when you saw the words on the page, you couldn't stop the tears from falling.

My Angel,

I want to let you know that I miss you deeply, not being able to talk to you hurts me so much. I miss your smile, your laugh, and the way the lines around your eyes crinkle every time you laugh at one of my stupid jokes. I miss your hugs, I miss your voice, and I miss the way you can make me laugh without even trying. But most of all, I miss your love. I miss you, Angel. I want you to know that I am doing in my power to get you out of the situation you're in because this isn't healthy for you. You never deserved to be treated like this.

On the bottom of this letter is a phone number I want you to rip off and remember. If you ever get the chance to call it, I will be there to answer it, no matter what. It is specially reserved for you, so I will be there whenever you need me. I will come and save you, no matter where I am or what time it is. I love you, and I will always be there for you.

For now, I need you to hold on just a little longer. I miss you, and I will see you soon again, my Angel.

Love,

Your Bubba.

Knowing that Chris would still want to help you no matter what gave you the strength to stand up to Luke once and for all. You ripped the letter up in small pieces and flushed it down the toilet so Luke would never find it, and you walked into the living room, ready to confront him. ''This needs to stop,'' you say and gesture between you and him. ''What the fuck are you talking about?'' he sneered at you. ''The way you treat me, Luke. This is stopping now because I'm not a fucking toy you can play with when it suits you, and throw me away when you're done with me,'' and it felt so good to finally tell him how you feel. All of these years you pushed it away, but Chris' letter made you snap out of it. You were stupid for going along with it all this time. All the pain, all the broken bones, all the violence, and the isolation. That was the worst of it all. ''You fucking hurt me every chance you got, and it has to stop!'' you yell at him and tears start to flow. ''I never deserved to be treated like this, hell, you never even deserved ME,'' you spat out as you started throwing stuff at his head. All your anger coming out all at once.

When you heard sirens coming closer, you knew your neighbors called the cops again, and you were thankful, because you don't know how much longer you could do this. But something inside you had shifted a long time ago, and it would finally be over. You would be free, and the thought of that is what kept you going. The thought of seeing Chris again is what kept you going all this time. ''You're such a stupid bitch, you know that?'' Luke said laughing and he launched himself towards you, but he didn't get far before the police kicked down the door and got a hold of him. When they got him you sank to your knees, sobbing uncontrollably at the fact that it is finally over. This chapter in your life is finally done. You were officially free, and you couldn't believe it. It was still so unreal, but you couldn't stop sobbing right now. When a female police officer sat down next to you, you leaned into her and she softly held you in her arms, letting you get out every single emotion you need to. ''C-Can I b-borrow your p-phone? I- I need to call s-someone,'' you stutter out and she agreed.

Quickly you punched in the number Chris gave you, and within 3 rings he picked up. ''Angel, are you okay?'' Chris said worried. ''It's over, Bubba, he's gone,'' is all you said before you burst out in uncontrollable sobs again. Chris was currently away to film another movie in LA, but that didn't matter. You needed him most, so he took the first flight out to Boston, to you. When the police officers left, your neighbors - Max and Stella - took you in, and took care of you after everything. They called the cops, and have always been there for you. ''We're so sorry all of this happened, Y/N. You never deserved any of it,'' Max said, while Stella was soothing you. For the past few days, you never stopped crying, even though the police updated you and said Luke would be going to prison for good. You were incredibly relieved, but the one thing that was still missing was your best friend. He was all you needed right now. Not even 24 hours later, he stood in front of your door, knocking on it.

''Angel, are you in there? Are you safe?'' he kept banging on the door, and Stella went to him. ''I assume you're here for Y/N?'' she asked. ''Do you know where she is?'' he asked, tears welling up in his eyes. ''She's safe, and she is with us. We live next door, we were the ones to call the cops a few nights ago and she has been staying with us ever since,'' she explained, and Chris let out a huge sigh of relief. ''Can I see her...?'' he asked, and she led him to their apartment. ''Y/N? There is someone here to see you,'' is all she said, and Chris stepped out from behind her. ''Bubba? You came...?'' you said, tears still flowing down your cheeks at a steady pace. ''You called, so, of course, I'm here. I'm here to save my Angel as I promised,'' and you quickly ran to him and into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably into his chest. ''I- I-'' is what you could say, but Chris knew exactly what you were going to say. ''You don't need to apologize, Angel, you're safe with me now. It's not your fault, I promise,'' he said and the two of you stood there for a good while, but neither Max nor Stella minded. They saw how much you needed him, and they let the two of you be.

''Did you want to stay here, or do you want to stay at my place?'' Chris asked you. ''As much as I love it here, I think I'm gonna stay with you for a while,'' you said with a little smile, you already felt like enough of a bother towards Max and Stella the last few days. ''I can not thank both of you enough for taking me in and taking care of me. I am deeply grateful for both of you and even though I probably won't see you guys again, I want you to know that it meant the world to have you two as my neighbors,'' you said and gave each one of them a big hug as a thank you. ''We understand, Y/N, we're just glad you finally got out of that place,'' Max said, and after saying your last goodbyes, you went back to your apartment to get most of your clothing and other important stuff, before leaving for good. Everything else is stuff you didn't want or need, and someone else could take care of it, you never wanted to set foot in that place again.

When you were back at Chris' house, you found that Scott, Carly, Shanna, and Lisa were all there, welcoming you back after everything that happened. After more than 30 years, you were part of their family now. ''I love all of you guys so much,'' you said as you grabbed every single one of them for a big hug, not letting go for several minutes with each of them. They all stayed over for dinner and everyone watched a movie afterwards. You cuddled up to Chris, and none of them mentioned it. The two of you were always close, but they were also well aware you just needed to be with him right now. ''Thank you again for saving me, Chris,'' you whispered, and Chris got a small smile on his lips. ''Anything for you, my Angel,''. You fell asleep during the movie and Chris didn't move you, not even when everyone went home. The two of you stayed right there on that couch until the morning, when Dodger jumped onto the couch and into your lap, waking you up. ''Hi Dodge, I missed you too,'' you said and Chris was very happy right now. His best friend was back, and he would never let anything happen to you ever again.

#chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans #chris evans fluff #chris evans imagine #chris evans x y/n #chris evans angst

[sooverwhitesandpinks]

When at the Oscars After Party

harry styles x fem!reader

Trope: love at first sight

Warnings: uhhh none I think

You were twelve years old when your best friend, Josie, told you she would take you with her when she became rich and famous.

"I'm gonna have a huge mansion and a Mercedes Benz, and you can come with me to Hollywood or New York and we'll live together and travel the world. You won't have to work either, and you can come hang out with me on movie sets and it will be so fun," she rambled off. The two of you had sprawled out on your trampoline after some intense tumbling.

"Okay yes on the car and the mansion and everything but the me not working. I still wanna curate museums. That's like the perfect job," you responded, staring up at the sky.

"Fine, you can work with art and stuff, and I'll be a movie star," she agreed.

"Can I be your date to the Oscars?" You asked, hoping to secure the spot ahead of time.

"Only if Zac Efron isn't up for it," she shrugged.

16 years later and Zac Efron was not up for it.

So, now you were at some high end bar or something, mingling with an insane amount of wealthy people. One of the night's winners' costars offered to get everyone's tabs for the night, so you'd strode right to the bar while Josie chatted up Chris Evans in the corner.

"Could I get a martini, please? Three olives," You asked, dropping your forearms on the bar and putting your weight on it, rather than your heels.

For college, you and Josie had run off to Los Angeles with your savings and the assurance that you would both eventually be successful enough to pay off your debts. During your junior year, you'd scored an internship at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art and worked hard enough to score a job with them after graduation.

Josie went for audition after audition, scraping by in school but scoring smaller roles and appearances in movies before getting the job of a lifetime in a Marvel movie sophomore year.

After almost ten years in LA, you were offered a position at the Met in New York, coincidentally at the same time Josie decided she was 'over LA' and 'NYC would suit her'.

The money from your new job was great, you were very hardworking and very lucky. Maybe you didn't come close to Josie's wealth, but you did more than well enough for yourself. Enough to buy your own expensive shoes, even if you were wearing a dress from the rack of free clothing Josie was given but doesn't plan on wearing. No shame in it, someone's gotta wear 'em, right?

The bartender returns a minute or two later with your drink. You gave him a grateful nod before plucking the toothpick from the glass and sliding an olive off with your teeth, careful not to ruin your lipstick.

Sipping from the glass slowly, you started running your eyes over the crowd. You and Josie had arrived only fifteen minutes ago and there was an entire half of the room to get through still. The bar was in the shape of a circle, planted in the center of the floor. There were dark wooded booths with red velvet cushioning lining the walls, and an area in the back with upper level seating. Apparently there was even a hierarchy for the societal elite.

Your eyes danced over the faces in the room. Andrew Garfield was talking animatedly with Oscar Isaac, Ariana Debose and Daveed Diggs were telling some story to Lin Manuel Miranda in a booth across the room. As you looked around at everyone else, you could feel someone looking at me. you slowly glanced around at the other people surrounding the bar top, searching for the culprit.

Across the bar and three people to the left you spotted him. Sunned skin, soft brown hair, and green eyes that were planted right on you. When he realized you'd caught him staring, he didn't relent. He just gave you a small smile.

You stupidly closed your eyes for just a split second, to figure out if you were dreaming. You had been attending these events for years and you were rarely noticed by anyone other than Josie's coworkers and friends. When you opened them again, he hadn't looked away. Your eyes ran over his Gucci adorned shoulders and back up to his eyes. Your stomach whirled and you felt a wave of comfort and contentment wash over you. You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks and ears.

You flashed a timid smile back at Harry. You watched him grab his glass of tequila and step back from the bar. Then, a flashy gold cocktail dress glinted in the corner of your eyes and you turned around to see Josie's dark skin glowing brilliantly in her dress.

"What was that?" She immediately asked, eyes wide.

"I honestly have no idea," you knocked back the rest of your martini and bit off another olive.

"You look like you're in love!" she laughed, earrings swinging as she twisted excitedly.

"Do I?" You stood straighter, heat rushing to your cheeks again.

"Holy shit. I know he's hot but god you look like you're actually swooning right now," Josie's eyebrows were raised to heaven and she looked at you in gleeful awe.

"I swooned for sure. Like I don't think I'll ever be the same. I would follow him anywhere," you spoke in complete seriousness. Josie said nothing else, just shook her head with a grin. "What?"

"Nothing," she stated.

"Something. What? Do I look stupid? Am I insane? Is there something on my face?" You rattled off questions.

"He's coming this way," she said smugly. Your heart jumped in pure panic.

"No he's not. Why the look? What was the look?" You refused to turn around to confirm her statement about Harry approaching.

"No he's definitely coming over here. The look was because you just fell in love after ten seconds of dreamy gazes between the two of you," Josie said with a smile.

"He can't come over here. There's no way, what do I even say?" You asked her, hanging on to her wrist as she backed away. You grimaced once she was out of your reach.

Play it cool.

Play it cool.

Play it cool.

Okay.

You twisted back around to your original 'leisurely leaning on the bar for maximum shoe relief' pose. For three seconds you could feel the left side of your arm tingle as he got closer, like your body new he was near. At the fourth second, the tingle exploded and shot to your chest, flipping your heart around.

"Hi," you heard his voice. Your peripheral vision was taken over by him as he leaned forward onto the bar beside you.

"Hi," you repeated, finally turning to look at him.

"I'm Harry," he said, his eyes dancing between yours.

"I know, I mean Y/n, I'm Y/n," you failed a little at playing it cool.

"It's nice to meet you," he said, smiling as he reached his hand out. You rose from the bar, straightening your self out as he followed suit.

"It's nice to meet you too," you stuck your own hand out this time, watching as he shook it gently.

"I like the feathers," he lifted his other hand to run over one of the feathery pieces on the front of your dress.

"Thanks," you breathed out. He paused for a moment, like he wasn't sure if he should say what's on his mind.

"Will you run away if I tell you that I feel like I already know you?" He brazenly asked.

"Funnily enough, I feel the same way," you said, not oblivious to the fact that his fingers were still holding on to your own. His lips quirked before he spoke again.

"Do you believe in love at first sight, Y/n?" He questioned. His eyes hadn't left yours, and if it weren't for the sight of Zendaya just like twenty feet ahead, you would've forgotten anyone else was there at all.

"I do now," you nodded, meaning it.

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[multifandom-worlds]

My Little Miss Sunshine

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 875

Warnings: N/A

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Fem reader

Authors Note: This came from a discussion with @holdmytesseract a while back!

“Put your hands together for Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Robert Downey Jr, and Tom Hiddleston!”

I walk on stage with my three costars amongst roaring applause. Doing interviews with Seb and Chris is always one of my favourite things. They are both effortlessly funny and great at speaking - the only trouble is they are terrible secret keepers. Especially Chris, his facial expressions give everything away. I take my seat after waving to the audience, sitting at the end with Sebastian in the middle and Chris on the other end, closest to the host. Robert was in a chair beside me. We were there as PR for the new Marvel movie that just came out, which hosted a new character played by my secret long-term girlfriend, my little Miss Sunshine. That’s what everyone on set calls her, too, due to her always smiling and being super bubbly.

The interview started as most PR interviews do - the hosts trying to get information about the movie - thank God my Tom counterpart isn’t here to give anything away. 

“I hear a new member is joining the Marvel cast.” the host began, and Sebastian, RDJ and Chris immediately turned to face me.  Oh boy, here we go.

RDJ was the first to speak, “Little Miss Sunshine, as she’s affectionately nicknamed. She and Tom have been flirting relentlessly the whole time filming was going on.” 

The audience laughs, and I laugh along with them because it is true. I did flirt relentlessly with her, but it came so quickly, given our history. “She was cast as someone for Loki to flirt and tease; why would I not flirt with her?” I respond to Robert's prodding with a slight chuckle. Nobody knew about Sunshine and me, and I did wish to keep it that way. Although we did talk backstage before I came on about letting our secret out - although she didn’t like the idea, she was okay if it made the interview easier for me. I kept that fact at the forefront of my mind if needed.

RDJ retorts, “On screen, yes, but you were flirting with her off-screen, too, Tom! It was constant.”

Sebastian and Chris echo his thoughts, much to the audience's approval. I chuckle, knowing our ten-year-old secret would be told today, and I did my best to continue denying it. “I’ve known Sunshine for years; our families are friends. I used to flirt with her years ago, which is why flirting with her came so naturally on screen.” I had hoped that explanation would suffice, even though I knew it would cause more questions.

“A photo has been doing its rounds online of you and her engaging in a rather intimate moment off stage. Can you explain that?” The host asks as the picture in question appears on the screen behind us. I saw the kiss I was sharing with her and knew she could see it from where she was standing backstage.

Running my hands through my hair, I gave everyone what they wanted to know. “That was when filming for the movie officially wrapped up. I was so proud of her; having never acted, she did so well.”

“And why a kiss? Especially one as passionate as that? Why not a hug like most of the cast?” The host prods. Everyone, including my three costars, watched me intently, wanting to hear the truth.

“That’s because Little Miss Sunshine has been my girlfriend for ten years.” 

The audience erupts in cheers and applause while Robert, Chris and Sebastian look at me, completely stunned. Honestly, I'm shocked that they never put it together until now. I laugh, seeing the reaction to the reveal and watching the realization dawn on their faces.

“That’s why you two were always sneaking off together!” Chris yells with a laugh. “Ten years? TEN? I’ve known you for almost ten years; how am I only learning this now?”

“How did you two first start dating?” The host questions. The question caught me off guard, afterall I wasn’t planning to be asked about my relationship. 

“As I mentioned,” I began, adjusting my glasses, “Our families are friends, so we grew up together. We had lost contact for several years once my acting career took off, and admittedly it was mostly my fault. She would text me, and I would just not answer her due to my schedule. One day she just stopped texting me, and I figured she had found someone, so I left it. It wouldn’t be until five years later that we reconnected at her my sister’s wedding, of all places. They remained close through all these years. I was hooked when I saw her again, saw the woman she became. All my feelings for her throughout our teenage years came flooding back to me. Now that I'm thinking about it, I suspect that was their plan all along.”

 A soft smile pulls on my lips, remembering how we danced together all night. “That was the happiest I had been since I started acting. Luckily I had broken up with my girlfriend at the time months before, so I asked her to be my girlfriend that night. Thankfully she said yes. We’ve been together ever since and I could not be happier.”

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[dre6ming]

The delicate beginning rush

Chapter VIII ~ I wished on a dandelion

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Pairing: Austin Butler x singer/actress fem reader

Warning: anxiety, cursing, age gap (10years), kissing, crying, fluff, angst …. hope that’s all

Plot: you try to get Austin out of your system by dating Joshua, but it feels so wrong to string him along. Eventually you and Austin give in and sparks fly

Word count: ~6900

Disclaimer: everything is fake :))

March 12th

My heart is racing and my hands are trembling. If 10 years ago you've told me, that I'd be here, walking the Oscar's red carpet as a nominee, I probably would've laughed right in your face. Regardless here I am now, and it feels like the air is too thick to breath in. "Hey, calm down, sweet dumpling." Timmy places his hand at the small of my back rubbing reassuring circles. I try to relax, shaking my shoulders slightly to release some of the tension in them. "You've got this." He whispers in my ear. I nod, but really I don't believe him, seems unreal, what's happening right now.

"And the Oscar, for best actress in a lead role, goes to" Scarlet Johansson makes a pause in her speech and the room goes quiet, I can almost hear my heart thudding against my rib cage. "(Y/n) (L/n), Reconstructing Amelia." There's this annoying buzzing in my ears, everything is blurry, but I can feel Timmy shake me awake, as I turn my head to him, smiling brightly. "You won!" He screams at me, wearing his most sincere smile, with tears at the bream of his eyes. "I did, oh fuck, I did!" I say hugging him and quickly, getting up to walk over on the stage and get my award.

My legs are shaking and I'm sweating, so I wipe my hands on my pants before taking the award from Chris Evans, after hugging both him and Scarlet. Standing in front of the microphone, with lights shining in my eyes and the crowd watching me, I get cold chills down my spine. "This is an extraordinary honor, that the academy, has granted me. No award has the power to truly define something so subjective as art, but it is fulfilling when you receive it nonetheless. I want to congratulate all the other nominees and everyone who was brave enough to make and put out a movie this year, regardless of it being on any list tonight or not. Acting is truly an escape for me, I find comfort in being able to tell the story of so many people with just one person. I want to thank my teachers, my fans, my team, my costars, for constant support and a great long partnership, it takes a village and this award is for every person in my life who supports me, loves me, teaches me, who guides me and who trusts me to have the privilege of doing what I love. Thank you!" I lift my award up in the air, letting out a few nervous laughs, before carefully stepping off the stage and right into Timmy's arms, where I start to cry profusely. "I'm so proud of you sweet dumpling" he says kissing my hair, squeezing me as tight as he can in his arms.

"Come on let's get your name on the thing!" He says, dragging me over to the station where they engrave your name on the award. "I can't believe this is real." I watch wide eyed as my name gets put on the gold statue. The happiness I feel right now is unmatched to anything I've felt before. It's a high so maddening I wish for it to never end. "Of course it did, you're so talented, bug" I laugh at his nick name for me, one he hasn't used in years. "Thank you." I whisper leaning into his shoulder, as Timmy puts one arm over my shoulder, caressing my arm. "For what, bug?" Giving him the side eye, we break into laughter, knowing full well his big ego shines bright. "For everything, big brother" his eyes glimmer with tears and he sniffs quickly, trying to hold them back.

After getting the award engraved, I had the stay for the rest of the ceremony. My movie ended up winning a few more categories, taking home 4 awards total. Then it's fast forward to the hotel room, to get changed for the after party and fixing up my makeup since I cried most of it off. "Ready to go?" Jeremiah asks, popping up the collar of his silk shirt. "Yeah" I giggle, smoothing the fabric of my dress. I chose a pink and orange number, decided it reminded me a lot of the outfit Taylor wore when she won, album of the year, at the Grammys, for the second time.

The party was nice, I guess I could say I had fun, but I'm not the party person. Crowded events make me nervous, I hate meeting new people and the whole time I had this bubble in my chest, ready to burst. It isn't until me and Timmy are out of the elevator and into my very quiet, very big, very empty apartment, that the bubble bursts.

My vision gets blurry and tears start flowing. "W-what's wrong?" Timothee asks worried, holding my shoulders. "Why am I not enough?" I say fully breaking down and falling in his arms. He understands what I mean. Why am I not enough for my parents? As my knees give up on me, Timmy catches me and carries me bridal style to my room, placing me on the bed and cuddling close to me. "Shh you are enough, bug, you are everything!" He says over and over again. I hear the words, but they mean nothing, he's not the one I want to hear saying those things. So I keep crying into his shoulder, clinging onto his shirt, shaking with every sob, while he keeps comforting me. I fall asleep in his arms and just like that the happiest day of my life, was also one of the saddest.

March 14th

Breathing in deeply, I look at myself in the mirror. The white wedding dress, fits me perfectly and my hair is neatly done. I look gorgeous. I really do. I'll be honest here, I was never that kind of girl who dreamed of her wedding, or pictured the perfect dress, but I do have to say, standing here all glammed and ready to walk down the aisle, I understand why some people love fantasizing about their wedding day.

This music video is going to look beautiful, for the past week or so, me and Joshua have been going back and forth with ideas, adding as many little Easter eggs as possible. The wedding scene is inspired by Bella's and Edward's wedding in Twilight. My prom dress is green, like the one in the movie "tick tick boom" and these are just a few small details.

After talking to Taylor and waking up that morning, texting Joshua was a bit of an impulse decision. He and I had a nice dinner and we laughed a lot, but it felt like hanging out with a best friend, nothing more. Still that didn't stop me from kissing him when he left. I close my eyes sighing, I know I'm a horrible person, because I keep telling myself I'll feel it, but no matter how many time I kiss him, all I think about is Austin and how good it would feel if it were him.

Austin...I groan at the thought of him, turning away from the mirror and scratching the inside of my palm, to stop myself from running my hands through my hair. I haven't talked to him since that night. He texted me a couple of times and I replied with short, empty texts. He called one time also, but I was with Joshua at the time and I rejected the call, so he never called again. Distancing myself from Austin, didn't help much with getting him out of my head, if anything it made it worse, cause I'm always wondering what he's doing, how he's doing. I must've stalked every fan page ever created for him, but all that did was remind me of why I should keep my distance. The comments about me and him, didn't die down since he always likes and comments on my instagram posts, giving fans every reason to believe something is going on between us.

"Ready?" Someone from production comes and asks me. "Yeah" I say, lifting the front of my dress up and walking after the girl.

March 17th

It's 5:20 am, too early for anything, but here I am in the back of my car as Matt drives to the airport for our flight to LA, which leaves in 2 and a half hours. "Ugh I hate mornings!" I groan taking a big sip of my coffee, making Matt laugh at me. "I know miss, I'm sorry!" Shaking my head, I take my phone out, opening instagram and posting a few stills from the music video, which comes out this Friday, same release date as my single. Of course my team tried to push for Joshua to wait and release it next week, but his team kept insisting a double release would create enough clout for the both of us. Before I get to finish the post my phone buzzes with a text from Austin?!

Austin B🕺:

Hey, are you in LA?

Me:

No, not yet, had something come up and had to push leaving for LA by two days.

Austin B🕺:

Oh, I see. Do you still want to come over?

Me:

Um yeah, sure, maybe Thursday?

Austin B🕺:

Perfect. Here's my address: location

Me:

Ok, what time should I be over?

Austin B🕺:

2pm? Making pizza from scratch takes time.

Me:

Ok, c u

Austin B🕺:

Got it!

After closing my texts with him, I try to get my heart back to it's normal rhythm, because just like every other time I spoke to him, my heart jumped out of my chest. I can't stop the stupid smile from spreading on my face. "Good news?" Matt asks me, causing me to blink rapidly trying to focus my eyes. "Um yeah, no, sure, I mean-" I stumble over my words. "Got it miss, I was just messing with you" he says grinning.

Looking out the window, it's nice to see New York come alive as 6 am rolls around. The city never really sleeps, but there's definitely a drop in the activity level at night. I look at the people running around, bumping into each other, living their normal lives, some are going to work, some are on their way to run an errand, some are on their way to some school they go to.

I sight turning my head, the thought of school brings this tremendous guilt in me. I loved school, I loved learning, at one point I almost considered my parents idea, of going to college, but my career was just picking up and I couldn't miss those opportunities. Now I could probably do it, but I feel like if I do, I'd loose momentum, I have an album on the way, I'm in the process of auditioning for more things, I couldn't handle college on top of all this. I've been in this weird spiral of thought for almost a week now, I haven't talked to my parents in so long, my mom stopped calling as well and now I have a little golden statue staring at me, telling about all the things I did to deserve being ignored by them. My therapist and Timmy keep telling me nothing in this world should make my parents act like this, but my head begs to differ.

Matt opens my door, taking me by surprise and I wipe a single tear form my cheek, before he notices. "Thank you!" I say smiling at him.

We walk to the gate and I keep my head down, trying to avoid attention. After going through security, I sit around waiting for Matt to come back with something to eat, I feel very faint and like everything is spinning, I haven't eaten in a day or two, I can't remember. It's exhausting to try and stop thinking about all the things that keep me up at night, also working hard and running around on very little sleep, is just not sustainable. "Here you are miss, eat this." I make a disgusted face at the tomato sandwich he brought over. Usually that would be my favorite thing to eat, but right now I'm at this point of starvation where everything looks nauseating. "I know but you have to" I take the sandwich in my hands and take little bites out of it, slowly getting myself to enjoy it. "Good, eat it all, I got you a chocolate bar as well, your favorite, caramel filling" Matt shows me the chocolate bar and I take a couple more bite out of the sandwich. It does actually feel good to have something in my stomach.

March 18th

"My goodness you look amazing" Brianna and Jeremiah say at the same time. "Orange is your color kid" Levis says, giving me a good look over. Today is the day I have the shoot for Variety magazine with Austin. I chose a custom made orange dress by Teuta Matoshi, the butterflies on the shoulders match the ones on my hair clips and my orange makeup definitely makes my eyes pop out. "Thank you guys"

"Ok so first you'll be taking the pictures and then the interview, both you and Austin already have the questions, so be calm" Levis says as one of the Verity assistants comes over to show me the way on set. Walking over to where they sat a piano and a guitar, my eyes wondere around and then I see him. Tall, blonde, in a black leather jacket and as he turns around I see he's wearing an orange top, to match my dress. My heart skips a beat when his eyes land on me and a big smile gets plastered on his face. "Hi there gorgeous!" Austin says coming over.

My heart starts running laps in my chest. "A-Austin, hello" I try to move over the fact that he called me gorgeous and the fact that I just stammered, because of it. He lets out a chuckle, looking over at someone calling his name. This is not going to be good if I keep acting like this around him, going over to his house tomorrow will be just awkward. "Ok so we want you over at the piano and Austin you can sit on the floor, hold the guitar." We take our positions, sitting down at the piano, looking at the keys, I run my fingers over them. Playing its like second nature, so I just do it, without even thinking that's not what I'm supposed to. I'm playing "dandelions", not singing any of the lyrics, but still, knowing this song is about the boy sitting on the ground next to me, makes me feel butterflies in my stomach, like I wish for him to figure out this song is about him. Finding some sense in my head, I quickly stop playing mouthing a small apology. I don't dare to look at Austin, I just pose as they tell me too.

"Ok, now, we'd like Austin at the piano and you (Y/n) sitting on top of it." Getting up, I kindly take the help of one of the production assistants, stepping on the small stool and sitting on the piano. I cross my legs and for a second I break my promise not to look at Austin, when the slit on my long dress falls open, revealing my thigh and he lets out a growl. My eyes meet his blue ones, his pupils are blown wide and there's a slight pink tint to his cheeks. Austin looks like a deer caught in the headlights, wide eyed, frozen on the spot. "Breathe" he whispers, making me feel the burn in my lungs. Looking away, I try to breathe, hoping it's not that obvious to everyone in the room that he just took my breath away.

The photographers snap a few shots of us and then someone says it's time for a break after which we'll get to filming the interview. I'm stuck on the piano waiting for someone to help me get down. Austin comes into my vision field smirking. "Need some help?" I don't trust my voice to sound normal, so I simply nod. "Ok" he places both hands on either side of me, holding them up, not touching me. "Can I?" Austin asks and I offer another small nod, but he shakes his head smirking "I need you to say it, darling" there it is, that pet name again, I didn't even realize how much I've missed it in the time I tried to avoid Austin.

"Yes, please" I let out batting my lashes at him, gasping when I feel his flaming palms on my waist. I brace myself on his shoulders, as he lifts me up, placing me on the ground. Nothing too bad, except there's a moment there when he holds me up, just for a second longer and our faces are inches apart, Austin's breath brushing my cheek. "Thanks" I cringe at how breathless that sounded and I move past him.

"Is everything ok? You've been avoiding me." Austin asks, walking by my side. Fuck he has me figured out. "Yeah, no, I've been busy" fiddling with the skirt of my dress, I still avoid meeting his face. "Lies" Austin states and then using one long finger he lifts my chin up, forcing our eyes to meet again. "I missed talking to you" I gasp, looking around, nobody seems to be paying any mind to us. "Why do you keep avoiding me? Did I do something?" He looks genuinely concerned that he might have done something to make me ignore him. Something in the back of my brain screams at me that I should tell him the truth, that I have a huge crush on him and I'm stringing along another boy in the hopes of forgetting him.

"No, Austin, you didn't, I've just been having a hard time, 'm not in the best place right now." Not a lie, only not the truth I wanted to say. "What's wrong?" I sigh, taking a step back and shaking my head. I'm not willing to discuss this with him, now or maybe ever.  "Ok people let's go, everyone back to your spots, it's late already." Thanking god for this very welcomed interruption, I turn and move over to my chair.

The interview goes by fast, even though we talked for almost two hours. At one point I was looking into Austin's eyes and it felt like it was just the two of us, two close friends catching up. We got a tad carried away, asking questions that weren't scripted, but the director loved it, so it wasn't that big of a deal. Now I'm in hair and makeup getting everything taken off, fidgeting in my chair, ready to go sleep. A knock on the door, makes both me and the girl taking care of taking off my glam, look in it's direction. There, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, is Austin smiling. Walking to sit into the empty chair next to me. "So do you like pineapple on pizza or not?" He squints hie eyes at me, waiting for my answer, making me snort. "I like pineapple on pizza"

"Blasphemy" he says scrunching up his nose, making a disgusted face. "Oh come on!" I laugh at his clear disapproval. "It tastes good." I try to reason with him but he doesn't seem to have it, as he starts waving his hands around to make me stop talking. "What song were you playing earlier? I don't think I recognized it." His question takes me by surprise and I feel the heat rising into my cheeks, painting them a scarlet shade. Austin lifts his brows up at me, as I have not answered his question. What should I do?

I slide my fingers over my lips, mimicking the action of zipping them shut, which makes Austin, throw his head back laughing. "Fine don't tell me, but just so you know it sounds beautiful, does it have lyrics yet?" I simply shrug my shoulders smirking at him. "I'm done here!" The girl attending to my make up says and I thank her.

As I jump out of my chair, I almost fall down, stumbling over my own feet, but Austin is quick to catch me. "Careful there!" He warns, before taking his hands off of me and putting them into the pockets of his jeans. "Thanks." I mumble, taking my bag and walking out of the room, with him hot on my heels. "Ready to go miss?" Matt asks, getting up from his chair. "Yes, Matt, I'm ready" I glance at Austin and smile at him, offering a little wave, but he surprises me by bringing me in for a hug. I melt into his arms, feeling the warmth of his body against mine, inhaling his scent. I'm getting drunk on the feeling of being cocooned by him. "I'll see you tomorrow, don't be late." Austin whispers, causing shivers to run down my spine.

When we pull apart I try to sit up straight, fixing my bag on my shoulder and pushing some hair behind my ears. "I won't" is all I say, before turning on my hills and walking fast in the direction of the parking lot, jumping into the car as soon as I can. In the small enclosed space, away from him, my thoughts clear up and I decide I should text Joshua, tell him how today went, but I'll avoid any of my interaction with Austin. We haven't put a label on what me and Joshua are, but feels like for him we're already dating, maybe we are and I'm just slow.

Me:

Wyd? 2day was grate 4 me, the interview, came out amazing.

🎶Joshua🎶:

Glad 2 hear. I'm good, had a late morning and then went in the studio 4 a few hours.

Me:

Anything I can hear?

🎶Joshua🎶:

Not yet, it's mostly scraps.

Me:

I'm sure it's amazing.

🎶Joshua🎶:

Doing anything exciting while in LA?

Me:

Not really, no. I'll be back in a week, I have to go for an audition in person.

🎶Joshua🎶:

I miss you💟

Me:

Me 2 💟

I put my phone in my bag and lean forward. "Matt can I get my own car? I want to go around on my own a bit." I say, hoping he won't question me on it. "Sure miss, if you want you can have this one, no need to rent another one." I nod, sitting back in my seat, counting my fingers, something I do to calm myself down. When Matt parks the car, I don't wait for him to come around and open the door for me, walking out and straight into the elevator. "Here miss, for later." He hands me the car keys and I thank him.

The hotel room looks nice, but I miss home, I miss my cats. Throwing myself on the bed, I snuggle under the thick covers, falling asleep quickly. When I wake up a few hours later I'm confused by the dark room, but when I look at my phone it makes sense, it's 10pm. Groaning annoyed I throw my hands and feet around, trashing the bed. I know I won't be able to fall asleep anymore, so the next best thing that comes to mind is to go out. Grabbing my jacket and putting it on, I pull out the keys that were still in the pocket of it, spinning them on my finger.

All my excitement dies down when I get in the drivers seat and see the car is an automatic, I've never driven one before. "Ugh" I slam my head against the steering wheel, fighting back tears. "Ok I can do this." I try to keep my cool, quickly googling instructions on driving an automatic. Thank god for google, in an hour I manage to get an idea of what I'm supposed to do, so I turn the car on and slowly drive away.

LA definitely looks beautiful at night, but it's still too crowded for me and I know there's no place where I could go and not get photographed. I listen to my GPS and make a right turn at the next intersection, spotting the store I need. Grinning I park in a spot far away for the entrance. I promised Austin, I'd teach him how to crochet, so I'll keep my word.

Walking around I pick a few colors of yarn and a few crochet hooks, you really don't need much for this hobby. After paying for my things, I smile at the nice cashier and make my way back to my car. Deciding next I could drive to McDonald's and maybe get something to eat, it's almost midnight, but I could use a bite to eat. The drive through is empty, so I get my order pretty quick and as I'm eating in the car, it occurs to me that this is a great time to film one of my video journals for my therapist. Putting my phone on the dash I start recording myself.

"I feel empty?! I think" I sigh, eating some more of my chicken nuggets. "I've been feeling numb, maybe that's more correct. Like I have empathy inside, but I don't really care." And that's when it hits me, this could be a song, not just one of my video diaries I send to my therapist. "Oh my, this, wait a minute." Searching desperately in my bag, I fish out a pen, then putting the car in drive I go back to the window. "Hi, hello, can I please have some more tissues?" I ask smiling, the girl at the register clearly flustered. "Yes, oh my god, you're (Y/n), right? I'm such a big fan." It warms my heart to hear this, I love my fans and I love when they have the courage to talk to me. "Yes, would you like an autograph? I'm not really feeling that picture ready right now." The girl nods eagerly, handing me a tissue to sing. "Who should I make this to?" I ask "Amber" nodding I sign my name and add a cute message for her. "Thank you" she says, offering me a huge stack of tissues. "No, please, thank you."

Back in the parking lot I start scribbling away, words flowing through my pen. Hours later, I think I have something I'm happy with, so I put my phone back on the dash and start recording. "Hi Jack, yeah, so it's" I look at the time and widen my eyes, it's 4am, I've been here for four hours. "Anyway, 4am, god, well, I just got this idea, I named it, numb little bug" I clear my throat and start singing. "I don't feel a single thing, have the pills done too much, haven't caught up with my friends in weeks and now, we're out of touch."

Ok so the part with the pills is a lie, I don't actually have any prescribed medication, but it sounded good, so we'll just go with it.

"I've been driving in LA and the world just feels to big" I keep singing and when I'm done, pleased with my work, I fold all the tissues neatly and put them in my purse, driving to my hotel. Maybe I'll catch some sleep before I go meet up with Austin.

After a long shower, I get under the covers, but I don't feel sleepy, so I take my phone and make sure to text the recording to Jack, then I open instagram. The first thing I see are pictures of me making out with Joshua. This is getting out of hand. Sitting my phone down, I stare at the ceiling, praying for sleep to find me, which thankfully it eventually does. Next time I wake up is 10am and I call Jack on face time to talk to him about the new song I send.

"So I loved it, I think we can make it sound real pop, you know, and dancy" I nod and pick up my ukulele, playin softly. "Like this?" I ask, as I keep playing and he goes over to the keyboard, playing a mixture of high and low notes. "I love it" I say and start singing along to the music. We keep at it for the next two hours and then I have to get up and get ready for my day with Austin.

A pair of mom jeans and a tank top with a cardigan will have to do it for now, it's not like it's a date or anything. For my hair I decide to braid it and add some cute hair clips to it. Then I'm out the door, already worried I'll be late.

As I dive humming along to the radio, I look in my rearview mirror and notice a car driving very close behind me, then I notice the guy on the right seat, holding up a camera. My anxiety picks up and I ask Siri to call Austin on speaker. "Hey there!" His sweet voice comes through the phone. "Austin I'm being followed, I'm, I-" I'm panicking is what I'm doing. "Ok are you alone? Where's your security?" Austin tries to keep calm, but I can hear, the change in his voice. "Yes, im alone, I'm in the car." I hear him sigh and then there's just silence. "Austin?" I ask hoping he didn't just end the call.

"I'm here, stay calm, tell me where you are" I breathe through my nose, holding back hot tears, trying to focus my eyes on the road. "I'm on main with 34th street." I sob, tightening my hands around the wheel and looking back to see the car still close behind me. Paparazzi can sometimes be too intrusive, dangerous even. "Ok there should be a sign in a couple of yards, pointing to the highway."

"The highway? Austin I've never driven on the highway and I'm driving an automatic, which I drove for the first time just a few hours ago." My voice picks up in volume and I hear a weird ringing in my ears. I'm having a full on panic attack. "Shhh you'll be fine, come on, do you see the sign?" I try to focus, looking for the sign and spotting it, right in front. I take a sharp left and then in just a few minutes I find myself on the highway. "I'm on the highway, now what?"

"Are they still after you?" Austin asks. "Yes" I say after checking. "Ok, take the exit on 56th boulevard and then the first right." I push the gas, gaining some distance between me and the car, then follow Austin's instructions. "Ok, done." I look back and I can't see them anymore. "I think I lost them" Austin let's out a breath and so do I. "Ok I'll stay with you, you're not far from my place now." Swallowing hard I set my GPS back up and follow it, with Austin still on the phone. "I think I see you're gate." I say

"Ok I'm opening it now." I look one more time again making sure I'm still free of those guys from earlier, then drive through the gate. After I stop the car, I just sit there, still. I can't move, too high on adrenaline. When my door opens, I let out a scream and put my hands up to protect myself. "Hey, hey, it's ok, (y/n) it's me, Austin" he takes me in his arms and pulls me out of the car, holding me close to his chest. "You're safe" he says, petting my back slowly. I burry my face in his chest, taking in his musky scent. "I was so scared." I say, letting my tears fall, soaking into his black shirt that he has on.

"I know, my darling, I know, come on." Austin bends down and placing both hands behind my thighs, he lifts me up. I hang onto him like a monkey, with my arms around his neck and my legs locked behind him. Being a gentleman he supports me up, by my back. I love how good this feels I don't even dare to let my brain process that this is wrong. "Wait. Take the bag, from the car." Austin walks around, opening the passenger seat door and taking my bag as well as the bag holding the crochet supplies. He carries me around like I weight, nothing, walking through his open front door and closing it behind himself.

Austin sits down on the couch with me, tightly wrapped around him, so now I'm straddling his lap, with my head in the crook of his neck. His big palms caress up and down my back, soothing me. I don't want this to ever stop. "I'm sorry you had to go through that." Austin says, speaking low, as if he's afraid he'll scare me, if his voice got too loud. I pull away a bit, to be able to look at him and he takes my face in his hands, wiping my cheeks, with the pads of his thumbs. His blue eyes so deep, I could get lost in them forever. One of his hands, moves some loose pieces of my hair away and then as his eyes fall on my neck, anger flashes on his face. I furrow my brows confused. "He's here with you, in LA?" I search his face, for a clue about what the hell he means.

Austin blows air through his nostrils and then snaps his eyes away from my neck and back into my eyes, holding eye contact. "What?" "Is Joshua here with you?" Austin asks only adding fuel to my growing confusion. Touching my neck on the spot where Austin's eyes were fixed, I remember the purple bruise Joshua left there. Is he angry at that? And if he is, why is that? "N-no" my voice in barely a whisper and I try not to cry again.

Hearing my answer, Austin's eyes soften again, then one of his hands comes to sit on top of mine on my neck. I feel dizzy, the breath getting caught in my lungs. I look at him flushed, shallow breaths falling from my lips and onto his. When my lips brush over his, I realize we've been slowly getting closer and closer. "What are you doing?" I ask, out of breath, forcing myself to listen to that small part of my brain, that screams at me this is wrong. "Tell me to stop, please!" Austin begs me, his plush, soft lips, slowly touching mine as he speaks. I wish to make myself able to say 'stop' , but I can't. I want this too much, it feels so safe, familiar and warm. Like every worry in the world has just vanished. For a second I wonder if this is just a highly realistic dream again.

"(Y/n)" Austin says out of breath, like his making an effort to keep calm. My name sounds like burning embers, coming out of his mouth and I tremble. "Austin" I say, like I craved saying it for so long. "Can I kiss you?" Austin asks and every fiber of me saying I should stop right now and leave, loses to the stronger part of me, that has been wondering how his lips would feel against mine. "Please !" I plead and then he brings my face closer, finally smashing his lips against mine. It's hungry, hurried, raw, but also tender and sweet. Our lips move in perfect sink, nothing has ever felt so wrong but so good. Butterflies flap their wings around in my belly, my head flying on another planet. Starting to feel more and more comfortable, I lace my fingers in his hair, pulling at the roots, making Austin groan in my mouth. His tongue, brushes against my lower lip and I open my mouth for him, letting him take full control.

Austin's hands move over to my waist, holding me flush against his chest. He tastes so good, like mint and burnt sugar. I could stay like this an eternity, in his lap, with his tongue exploring my mouth. Our hearts beat in sink, our moves fluid. When we break apart, we stay with our foreheads glued together, breathing heavy. "I should know better, but I don't, please don't hate me!" Austin says, squeezing my waist. "I should know better as well, but I don't" I say, but Austin shakes his head, pulling me back so he can look me in the eyes. "You're 19, I'm 29, I should be the one knowing better" What he just said, leaves me stuck, he's so right, but I don't know if the fact that he knows, this thing between us shouldn't be happening, changes anything. "I wanted to do that for a while now." I say, making him smile brightly. "You did?" He asks with a strange glimmer in his eyes.

Biting my lip, I nod, scratching his scalp, causing him to close his eyes and throw his head back. I stare at his Adam's apple and leaning forward I kiss it, feeling the vibration of his growl against my lips. I pepper kisses up his neck, then his chin, then the corner of his mouth and finally his lips. We both sigh into the kiss. One of his hands comes up to hold the back of my head. "I wished upon a dandelion for you" I say against his lips and he pulls back to look at me. "Really? Well seems like that wish came true."

"Do you want to hear the song?" I ask smiling down at him. Austin nods and I get off of his lap. "May I?" I ask pointing to the white piano in his living room. "Yes, please!" Austin responds. Sitting down at the piano, I look back at him on the couch and pat the spot next to me. He jumps over the back of the couch and comes to sit next to me, kissing the top of my head. "Ok, this is 'Dandelions'" I start playing, looking at him connect the dots in his brain, a huge smile stretching on his lips as he figures out it's the song from yesterday. "Maybe it's the way you say my name, maybe it's the way you play your game, but it's so good, I've never known anybody like you. But it's so good I've never dreamed of nobody like you and I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime and I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine. I'm in the field of dandelions wishing on everyone that you would be mine."

I sing with all my heart and I feel Austin watch me close. Finishing the song, Austin quickly grabs my face and kisses me. It's open mouthed and warm, my emotions furling inside me, my heart running laps in my chest. "I loved it, it's beautiful. Did you really write it for me?" Austin asks surprised. "Yes, I did. Austin I like you, I do"

"I like you too." He says happily, brushing his nose against mine. "Are you sure this is what you want?" Austin asks, looking at me, brushing some strands of loose hair out of my face. "Yes, but we need to move slow. I still have my reservations about this." I say. "Of course, you set the pace, I promise." I smile at Austin and hug him. "Do you still want to make pizza?" Austin asks. I giggle excited and get up, rolling up the sleeves of my cardigan. "Hell yeah" I say. Austin laughs, getting up from the piano bench and showing me the way to his kitchen.

"Here little chef" he says, putting an apron over my head, helping me tie it at the back. Being short, I have to fold it a bit on itself at the waist but it's fine. "I bought the set specially for today, I don't usually care for my clothes getting dirty." Austin says as he turns around and I tie his apron, like he did for me. "I should've asked if they come in sizes, sorry"

"Eh it's fine, the more of my clothes it covers, the better, I'm a messy cook" I say grinning.

Austin claps his hands. "Ready to learn how to make pizza?" He asks rubbing his palms together. "Yes sir, teach away" he bites his bottom lip, shaking his head. "You're gonna be the death of me, my darling"

"Say it again" I request, before I can stop the words coming out of my mouth. Austin bends down, bringing his mouth to my ear, making the hair on my arms stand up. "My darling" he says, in a low voice. "Now let's make some pizza, my sweet darling" he grins at me standing up straight and I roll my eyes at him, pushing against his chest playfully.

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𝐖𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

SUMMARY: the reader(an actress) has liked Chris after being costars and friends for a while. You had feelings for him and tried showing them, but Chris never caught on(at least you thought) instead he flirted with other women Making you jealous.

GENRE: angst

WARNING: arguing, jealousy

Pairing: Chris Evans x costar reader

Author Note: reader is about 26, but whatever works with you. Also reader is short so please don't be mad if you're over 6ft lol. Also this been in my draft for a bit

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You watched as Chris wrapped his arms around a girl waist, laughing at whatever she was saying. you felt sick to your stomach watching them. For the past few months you had been flirting non stop with him, but despite your effort he just never caught on. You hated seeing him with another woman.

--few beautiful months prior--

You walked into your audition quite nervous. This was your first big acting role; it was with some very big celebrities from what you were told, you didn't want to fuck this up.

You took a seat in one of the chairs in the waiting room while you waited for someone to call your name. As you sat there Your legs bounced. Around you were other beautiful women. Although this wasn't an modeling audition, you have a gut feeling that you weren't pretty enough for this role at all.

You took a deep breath, leaning back in your chair, trying to clear your mind from your anxious thoughts. Not long after your name was called.

"y/n."

You got up and followed the woman that called you into a room that was black with a camera and a chair.

"go take a seat please." She told you. You did as she said taking a seat in the chair.

"state your name please." One of the guys asked. "Um I'm y/n."

"why are you here?"

*to audition for this role."

The guy hummed and looked down at his paper. A few seconds went by before he asked you your next question.

"do you know Chris Evans?"

You nodded way too fast to the point it was embarrassing. "Yes

" cool. Well you will be auditioning with him."

in walked Chris from another room. Your mouth fell open as you watched the man walk towards you with a smile.

"oh my gosh." You muttered to yourself as you stood up.

"hi, I'm Chris."

You nodded; you were at a loss of words for a second. You obviously weren't expecting Chris fucking Evans to be right in front of you.

"hi.. hi, I'm y/n."

Chris smiled at you making your cheeks heat up and butterflies fill your stomach.

"shall we do the audition?"

You nodded, your eyes not leaving his. Chris chuckled to himself before he grabbed the script someone. You decided to snap out of your shocked state and get your shit together. You needed this role badly.

You stepped back into your spot that was in front of Chris. He looked down at you as you tried to avoid his gaze. He could tell you were flustered as fuck and he found it adorable.

When the guy behind the camera called action you started reading your lines. To Chris' surprise you were no longer nervous. He wasn't even sure if you were acting now or you were acting before. All he knew was you were amazing at it. You both read your lines together. Because your characters were romantic you both had to maintain eye contact and flirt with each other.

--

Later on you found out you got the role. You also learned Chris wanted you to have the role. Chris wanting you to be in this movie with him made you excited to work in this movie, you couldn't wait to see what happened next.

As the weeks went by on set your and Chris relationship progressed. Your friendly talks turned platonic and then it became full on flirting. Chris was starting to like you more than just in a costar way. He wanted to tell you, but he put it off. He knew you liked him back (you weren't really good at hiding it), so he wanted you to make the first move before he did.

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After the movie wrapped everyone parted ways, but you and Chris keep in touch. There was many times he saw you. He came over to your place when he was in L.A., had lunch with you, and talked to you over the phone every chance he got time to. You were dying for there to be more between you two, you were acting like a couple at this point, but Chris never indicated he wanted more than what you both already had. It frustrated you, but you guess that's what you got for putting your feelings into someone you could never have.

-- Premiere night --

You walked down the red carpet striking a pose every few seconds For the waiting cameras. It was the night of your movie premiere and you were quite nervous. Not only was it your first big movie, it was the first time In months you were seeing Chris in person. Your plan was to tell Chris you liked him instead of hiding it.

As you and your manager walked into the theater you spotted Chris. The smile that was on your face disappeared when you saw Chris talking to a much beautiful women. He had his arm around her waist and he was laughing at whatever she was saying. You looked away and swallowed. You knew there was no reason to care about that, but the thought of Chris falling for someone else mad you feel sick.

You went into the theater and keep to yourself. Chris crossed your path a couple of times but you said nothing more than a hi to him and gave him a smile which he saw through. Chris was confused, he didn't understand what he did wrong. By the end of the night he was feed up. He needed to talk to you to see what was wrong.

--at the after party --

You sat at the bar a glass of wine in your hand. You felt someone sit beside you, you knew exactly who it was. "What do you want Chris?"

"y/n, why have you been distant? Every time I talk to you you only say a few words and then walk away. What's that about?"

You turned to Chris. "Let's not talk here." Chris frowned, "so where?" You stood up. "Let's go outside."

Chris followed you until you both were outside where no one else was. "So what is it?"

Chris looked as you sighed. "I hope this doesn't come off wrong but , yet Chris... I like you, Like really like you. For the passed couple of months We've been talking and hanging out like a couple, however we're not and I fucking hate it." You moaned and turned to stare at Chris. "I hate seeing you with other ladies. I hate the thought of you with another person who isn't me. Chris tell me." You strolled over to him, you intertwined his hand with yours and gazed toward him. "I'm Assuming that you like me back. if it's not too much trouble, tell me, however If you don't it's fi-"

Chris lips were on yours before you could wrap up what you were saying. His hand came to the back of your neck; he deepened the kiss make you groan.

You pulled away after a bit and looked at Chris. "Y/n, I like you too." Chris smiled running his thumb across your cheek.

"You do?" Chris hummed a yes. "I liked you since the day we met, I just been waiting for you to say you like me first."

"so all this time you've been waiting for me to say I like you first?"

Chris nodded his head once again. "Yep I have."

You hit Chris in his arm making him hiss. "Don't ever do that shit again. I was fucking Terrified."

Chris laughed and pulled you into his arms. "Im sorry. Forgive me."

You Gazed up at him from his chest. Chris had a fake pout on his face making you roll your eyes. "Ok fine. Only because you're cute."

Once more, chris giggled and kissed you. You at last got the man you wanted and you couldn't be happier to see what your future holds with him.

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Ok I hate this but hope you enjoyed

My request are closed btw

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Chris Evans x Reader stories...

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1. Part of Your World 🫀

Summary: A Supermodel and a Actors coming from two different lives and worlds. Once they collide with each other... can they make sometime of it?

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2. I’ve Always Loved You 💔

Summary: Chris and Lana were engaged and getting married... one night Chris came home drunk and broke it all off... what he didn't know was Lana was pregnant and he drops it all leaving both of them heartbroken.

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Four Years later Chris is at The Gray Man premiere and is sad when he sees his fellow costars with their families and kids and the hole that was in Chris's heart get's bigger.

Lana and her three-year-old daughter Aria are playing in the park when all of Aria is missing and hanging out with one person she wishes was dead.

What caused them to fall out, and why did Chris break this relationship?

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3. Arranged To Love 🪽

Summary: Aspyn Anderson was sold in a marriage with Theodor Aken, there is no love in-between them anymore, and more hatred and disgust.

Chris Evans is a multi-billionaire businessman who happens to lay his eyes on Aspyn when she and her husband moves into his mother's neighborhood

Will anything spark in-between the two?

Aspyn Anderson is a 31 and her parents died in a car accident leaving her with her aunt and uncle who sold her off to Theodore Aken in a marriage deal to pay off her uncles debts

Christopher Robert Evans is a 35 year old multi millionaire of his company Evans Enterprise and has not had luck in finding his other half while his siblings are all married or in a relationship, how will Chris mange when he falls in love with someone he can't have or can have but she can't love him back....

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scratchy. [blurb.]

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event | stuffies for all

summary | when your daddy has to shave his beloved beard for a new role, you and your favorite stuffed friend have a little too much fun with his new look.

pairing | mustache!daddy!chris evans x little!reader

warnings | daddy!chris (sexual themes suggested), pornstache chris :^), reader being a troll lol, just cute fluffy playful fun <3, mentions of oral (f receiving)

word count | 277

“Y/n- really? How long’s he gonna wear that thing?” Chris chuckles as he slumps down beside you on the couch, nodding at the beloved plush monkey in your hands.

Raising an eyebrow at the man beside you for a moment, you straighten the fuzzy stick-on mustache against your little pal’s fluffy face, reminding your daddy, “‘Til you’re done wearing it, too.” Ever since Chris’s beard was sacrificed for his latest role in an upcoming blockbuster, the silly little felt stickers have been littering your shared apartment, a delightful gift from one of your daddy’s costars.

“Curse Seb for this one,” Chris grunts as he picks up the half-used sheets of stickers from the coffee table in front of you two, shaking his head at the assortment of crazy shapes the 'staches came in.

Shaking your head, you move your monkey’s limbs gently as you play, stating, “I think they’re funny. Don’t you think so too, Mr. Nana?” Making the animal’s head nod in agreement, you humph in satisfaction. “Makes everything look like Daddy- so handsome.”

“Well, I’m glad you think so, sweetheart,” Chris concedes as he leans over to plant a kiss on your forehead, earning a soft giggle from you as you wiggle and pretend to squirm away, making Chris place a hand to his chest in mock offense.

“No kisses, Daddy- too scratchy,” you remind him, placing Mr. Nana’s hands on his imaginary hips as Chris takes his turn to raise a brow at you.

“Too scratchy, huh? That’s strange,” Chris shoots back playfully with a wink, “didn’t seem to bother you this morning when those kisses were being planted between your thighs, pretty girl.”

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#5

Temporary annoyance

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Pairing: Robert Pattinson x Female Famous!Reader

Summary: "hi! i don’t c any rob fics so could u do a robert pattinson x female¡ famous reader where she does an interview with another famous actor and he ends up getting a little bit jealous but she reassures him that she only loves him? thank you <33"

Warnings: none, comfort and fluffiness

Authors Note: Thank you so much for this request anon. this will be my first fanfic for Rob so i hope you like it! i hope you don't mind i chose Chris Evans

Robert met (Y/N) during a party after the Oscars. They were introduced by Tom Holland that made sure to talk about Robert's crush on her. When Tom finally left them alone, (Y/N) shared timidly she also had a crush on him since Harry Potter. They exchanged phone numbers, rapidly becoming friends until the first kiss happened and then becoming boyfriend and girlfriend. When (Y/N) shared the news on Instagram, with a picture of their backs watching the sunset at the beach, the internet got on fire.

Robert always had preferred to keep his personal life private, but the journalists would catch a smile when they asked about (Y/N). They would try to tease him, asking if Rob felt like the luckiest man alive to which he would reply "Yes" embarrassed. Especially now that you were in an acclaimed romantic indie movie with Chris Evans. All the critiques were about your chemistry with Evans that was called "out of this world."

Robert had no worries about (Y/N)'s feelings. He knew he loved her and she loved him back and the industry was like that. But sometimes some interviewers would get on his nerves. He wouldn't call it jealousy per se, just a temporary annoyance.

That night, Rob was sitting down on the sofa while (Y/N) prepared a sandwich. He kept browsing through channels until she arrived so they could watch something together, when (Y/N)'s face appeared on the TV. She was being interviewed about the new romantic movie, Chris at her side. She seemed embarrassed to something Chris said when the reporter asked her:

"Same question to you (Y/N), how is to work with Chris?"

"Chris is amazing. He is great. I mean, no words really can describe how good he is. He and I had such great chemistry."

"One of the reasons of the movie being a success is this connection. Can you two try to explain it?"

"I didn't know him very well before, but we clicked right away. I think cause we had so much fun during the whole process, right Chris?" (Y/N) smiled at Chris and he smirked back, charmed. Did Robert notice a tiny hint of red on Chris's cheeks? He hoped not.

"As she said, we just clicked away. Working with (Y/N) was an unforgettable experience. I learned so much from her."

"Do you feel the same way, (Y/N)?" the reporter was really teasing her at this time, but (Y/N) didn't seem to realize yet.

"Working every day with such a great guy like him, I mean, I am thankful. I have learned a lot from him as well. We are both from different backgrounds, different experiences, so it was nice to share all of that."

"Can I just ask cause the fans are dying to know and it is normal for costars: Did you develop a crush? Not a tiny bit on each other?"

Unprofessional. Who the heck allowed reporters to ask that? Rob crossed his arms, shifting around on the sofa, uncomfortable. It is the industry, think about the industry and stay calm, Rob thought.

"Oh God, no!" (Y/N) exclaimed, visibly embarrassed as the reporter giggled. Chris had his hand covering his mouth, looking at (Y/N). "Only professionally. I can't wait to see more that he will do."

"Same. I will probably love everything she is in it."

(Y/N) walked back to the living room when the interview was almost done. Her manager warned people were going to think something was going on between her and Chris, but she knew her feelings were fraternal towards him. She had been dealing with a lot of questions about him lately and she understood those were normal, but it was getting too much.

"So, you have a professional crush on Chris Evans?"

Rob's questioning tone was teasing, but deep down she knew he was jealous. (Y/N) sit down on the sofa, placing the plate on the table in front. She rubbed him on the shoulder, feeling his body tense.

"I mean, Chris is great. You would have a crush on him if you knew him better as well...Professionally, I mean!"

"I see."

Robert kept his arms crossed, his head turned to the other side, quiet. (Y/N) got up, sitting on the other side of Robert. Did her man have pouty lips? Oh, he sure did. He looked like a big kid upset, pouty lips, frowny face. Why did he still look so pretty although he looked like a child that was denied his favorite candy?

"Rob? Don't tell me you are jealous?"

"Jealous? Me? No? Who is jealous, definitely not me." Robert grunted, looking at anywhere but her. (Y/N) grabbed his face with her hands, his blue eyes had no chance but to stare at her.

"I will say this slowly Robert, so you understand: I am with you. I love you. No one else. Okay?"

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#4

Jealousy

Pairing: Adrian Chase x gn!reader

Summary: After dating Adrian in secret for a few months, Amanda Waller's inspection might make you reveal your secret.

Warnings: swearing, oblivious Peacemaker, a bit mention of cannibalism, english isn't my first language

It was time for the monthly inspection coming from Amanda Waller. She would send a few therapists and doctors to check the team since for some reason, she kept putting the sake of the world on your team's hands. She had to make sure her most insane team continued insane enough to save the world, accepting the most disgusting and dangerous missions. Murn and Harcourt would go well on those even able to leave early, but they didn't have feelings so it was easier for them. Adebayo and Economos would take a longer time, but nothing compared to you, Chris and Adrian. Waller's orders were to always put you three in a white room with nothing to do, except metal chairs for you to sit and a metal table.

"Shiiiit, how long this is gonna take? We have been here for hours!" Complained Adrian in an impatient tone, his arms crossed. He was without his mask and his glasses since one of the doctors took it earlier for further examination.

"Not that long" you answered, calm. How come this happened once in a while and they still didn't get used to it?

"It feels like an eternity. Right, Peace?" Adrian turned to Chris, looking for support. Chris was walking back and forth in the room, fuming as he watched the cameras.

Since you, Adrian, and Chris were considered the "insane" ones, you would always require a longer exam. Chris would complain loudly remarking that Murn hasn't smiled since he was born or Harcourt was bat shit crazy as he was. But what worried you was Amanda Waller discovering your secret relationship with Adrian. It had started not long ago, maybe three to four months, with you needing to release some build-up sexual frustration and not blind to Adrian's eyes, full of desire towards your body, especially your ass. On a night out with the team, he ended up in your bed and since then, never stopped visiting it. It got even more dangerous now because sometimes you two didn't even care about fucking that much; cuddling, watching a movie, making out without getting to sex, making each other laugh, or even just holding hands were much important.

"I swear to God, if they don't release us, I will kill Amanda Waller with my own bare hands!"

As soon as Peacemaker exclaimed that, a young doctor with dirty messy blond hair and glasses came in. He was holding a clipboard in a hand, a coffee mug on another, and had a friendly smile.

"Fucking finally!" cried out Adrian, getting up.

"You are free to go" the doctor spoke in a thick British accent. Peacemaker and Adrian fist bump and high ever each other "Except them."

You barely got up from your chair when the blond doctor pointed at you, throwing yourself back in the chair, snorting. Peacemaker and Adrian stopped in their tracks, staring at the doctor and you. Adrian stepped unconsciously in your direction as the doctor crossed the room, sitting on the chair across from you. He placed his coffee mug and clipboard on the table and you noticed he was extremely handsome. Thanks, Amanda Waller.

"Just need to make some extra questions for them. You can leave now."

You read the name tag ROBERT as Peacemaker made his way to the exit, making fun that you had to stay.

"SUCKS TO BE YOU!"

Adrian didn't move an inch. His lips were a thin line as his hands were closed in fists. You knew exactly what was going in his brain: Adrian was getting protective over you. He was probably anxious about what kind of questions or what kind of torture they would put you through. Or maybe they discovered about your relationship, which would make you get kicked out of the team and he would never see you again. Just the mere thought of that made his body get colder. Robert looked back at him, smiling.

"You can leave, Mr. Chase. I am just gonna make some questions, that's all."

There was an uncomfortable silence as Adrian seemed resolute on not leaving. Before Robert opened his mouth again, you said in a comforting tone.

"I will be alright, Chase. They probably want to know why I haven't killed the rest of the team yet. You can go."

Adrian stared at you for one second and bit his lips. You could take care of yourself and didn't seem the doctor could take you on a fight, so he left, still giving you one good look before closing the door. Robert's smile hadn't lessened up a bit and you shifted in your chair, more uncomfortable.

"He seems to listen to you, huh?"

"We are teammates. He loves Peacemaker so I guess we have to be stuck with him."

"Of course" laughed Robert of what seemed an internal joke. "Now, shall we start?"

Adrian was walking back and forth in the pre-interrogation room, like a dad waiting on the news of his newborn baby. He saw the pretentious doctor leave the room and come back with a soda, not saying any word in his direction and closing the door before he could get a good look on you.

"They will be alright, Vigilante"

Leota was there, with her arms closed, supporting herself on the wall. Everyone was still there, actually. Although the whole team was free to go, no one left. Clemson and Emilia said that they had to stay to check some info (good excuse), John getting a better new computer (lame excuse), and Chris mumbling he had nothing more interesting to do than to watch you leave the questioning room, crying. Or maybe you were making out with hot scientist in there, cause damn what a pair of blue eyes he had. That made him receive an angered look from Adrian.

Adrian had to control himself. He wanted to burst into that room and make sure they weren't hurting you or even make you admit you were having a relationship when it was forbidden. He wouldn't stand being away from you. He didn't care how many people he needed to kill you, but if they took you away, oh if they dared to take you away. Not even Superman would be able to stop him. Not even Peacemaker begging on his knees.

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662 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

#3

jeff bezos probably knows his tv show will never be as iconic as the meat is back on the menu, boys scene

712 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

#2

"Let's go, Vengeance."

Pairing: Robert Pattinson x Female!Reader

Summary: i recently saw an interview where rpatz girlfriend teared up while watching the batman so can you do a rob x female reader fic where the reader goes to the batman premiere and is super proud of him? :,)

Warnings: none, Rob anxious for (Y/N)'s approval

Authors note: SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO WRITE THIS. i am in such hype for The Batman as well, anon and i am only watching on monday/tuesday so im dogding spoilers like cray cray. I hope you dont mind i got excited with this.

(Y/N) was home when Robert got a call about an important job. He told her a few days before he made a test for a secret movie that could change his life. She knew it was about this job because, when he picked up the phone, Robert went directly to the office, closing the door. (Y/N) didn't hear anything. After what seemed a long time, Rob opened the door and with no word said to (Y/N), went to sit in the backyard. She didn't immediately go after him because her boyfriend was known to be unusual. After giving him some privacy, she grabbed a blanket and walked to join her boyfriend. Robert was sitting on the grass, looking at the sky. He seemed distracted even when she joined him, throwing the blanket over them and nuzzling to his side.

"I am going be the Batman."

Rob announced after a long silence. (Y/N)'s normal reaction would be to jump in celebration, hug him, open a bottle of champagne to celebrate. She simply said:

"Okay? And you will do great, as you always do."

Robert turned his head in (Y/N)'s direction and smirked. He brushed her cheek, the sunset intensifying her pretty features. Rob knew he was a lucky guy.

"Some people won't like it. At least, I can always count on you on my team."

"Always."

-x-

It was finally the premiere day in London. After some hiccups along the way, like journals saying Robert didn't want to exercise to look stronger, that Matt Reeves hated him or that he and Zoe fucked on the batmobile and Zoe was now pregnant (Y/N laughed so much of that one Robert had to hold her so she didn't fall off their bed).

(Y/N) held Robert's hand tightly as they exited the car. Although being a celebrity herself she never got used to the flashes, all the screams. That night was about Robert and (Y/N) couldn't be prouder. Everyone that saw them knew Robert should be the star, but it was (Y/N) glowing that night. She was led by Robert to the swarm of photographers, all of them wanting a picture of the couple.

Robert didn't tell her anything about the movie. He valued her opinion so much he was actually nervous that night, to hear her thoughts. During an interview, (Y/N) was asked how she felt for her man being the Batman and how much she knew about the movie.

"I don't know a lot. He didn't tell me anything. All I know is that they couldn't have chosen someone talented as he is. He was the right choice to play the Batman. He is actually my Batman, Paul and Zoe." (Y/N) joked, referring to Paul Dano and Zoe Kravitz calling Robert their Batman.

The interviewer moaned "Awwnn" as Robert blushed, pulling his hair back, squeezing (Y/N)'s hand in return. It was also a clear critique for the people who said Robert was going to suck and all the bad things they had to hear those two years since he got chosen, especially because his portrayal of Edward Cullen. (Y/N) was shutting them off in a classic style, as she always wanted to have done it.

"Isn't the best thing to hear those words, Robert?"

"Yes, I mean. I wouldn't be anywhere without her support. I can't wait for her to approve this movie."

After all the interviews, meeting the rest of the cast (Zoe jogged to hug Y/N), autographs, selfies with fans, one actually asking when (Y/N) and Robert would get married and have babies, they arrived in a more empty area, only for guests and the cast.

Robert was in the middle of a conversation with actor Andy Serkis while (Y/N) stared at a huge poster of The Batman. She couldn't be happier for Rob. She knew he was going to do great, even without watching the movie. Robert was simply one of the best actors of their generation. He was going to touch so many people's hearts and she couldn't be prouder for him.

"Hey... you good?" Robert whispered, offering her a cup of wine that (Y/N) gladly accepted.

"Thank you. Yes! Said hi to Zoe earlier and she was such a sweetheart. I just couldn't take a selfie with her, since it was all so rushed." (Y/N) took a sip of her wine. Robert had never seen her so thrilled. Not even during his masturbating scene in "The Lighthouse." She actually had to control her giggles during the scene while he hid his face.

"You know..." (Y/N) started, resting her cup against the table "I hope you do know you are doing great. Shutting all the haters. I didn't even watch this movie and I know you will do amazing."

"You haven't watched the movie yet, darling. I might disappoint you" he murmured, not trying to sound more nervous.

(Y/N) grabbed his hands, pressing them against her face and giving a single kiss to each. Robert looked around but no one seemed to be paying attention to them.

"You could never. I love you. I am so proud of you, every day. I am probably going to cry this whole movie. Batman will be beating up Penguin and I will be crying overjoyed."

They both laughed, Robert passing his arms around her waist, bringing her close to him. She smelled so good that night. They hugged, ignoring everyone around for a few minutes. Robert loved how she had this power to calm him in any situation. Having her support was the basis of the whole process and he couldn't be more thankful.

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883 notes - Posted March 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Fly with me

Pairing: Harwin Strong x TargaryenGN!Reader

Summary: Ser Harwin Strong isn't afraid of anything. He is just a little suspicious of flying.

Warnings: none, short fanfic, clearly au

Authors note: so, this is supposed to be a short story that came to my mind for Ser Harwin Strong before bed. can you really blame Rhaenyra for all three kids? NOPE. gif credits to the creator

"Are you sure about this?"

Ser Harwin Strong's voice is clear but with a tiny tone of doubt. You turn your face away, trying to not laugh at your soon-to-be husband's face. Ser Harwin Strong isn't afraid of anything. He is the Captain of the City Guard, he is one of the strongest warriors of that time, so he can't possibly be afraid. He is just a little suspicious of flying.

It had taken almost three months for him to meet your dragon, Malor, and more than nine months to earn Malor's trust and be able to touch him. Malor could get pretty territorial around you. And he was big. Bigger than your older sister dragon Syrax. Your uncle Daemon insisted that Malor would become bigger than Caraxes in no time. He and your dad, the King Viserys I theorized Malor could be as big as Vhagar.

"He likes you. I know he does."

Harwin tries really hard to not look apprehensive. He knows Malor doesn't want to kill him anymore, at least. And he trusts you. But flying on Malor? Completely different story. He never thought he would be able to fly with a dragon in his life.

Malor is laying in front of you. He looks majestic. His scales are dark with green and red details. His stare is concentred on you two, waiting. To show how much control you have over him, there are two Dragonkeepers and they are alert but relaxed.

"I won't let him drop you," You watch Harwin still debate mentally. You grab his face gently to look at you "I will protect you, I promise."

Harwin sighs. When you make requests like this, he can't deny it. His dad warned him to not be so soft around you but how couldn't he? He was so in love with you, it was ridiculous.

"Fine, I will do it. Anything for you, my love."

You throw yourself into his arms, giving him a fast kiss. Then you turn excited to Malor who flaps his wings, showing he is ready. Harwin feels like the dragon is inviting him and challenging him at the same time.

"This will be the first of many" You declare eager, pulling Harwin towards Malor before he could change his mind.

Harwin can only hope it won't be his last.

887 notes - Posted September 28, 2022

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