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Imagine getting together with Chris.

A/N: Part 5 is here and I think I just died. OH MY GOD! As the writer, and as a reader- AHHHHHHHH! I’m sorry, I’m so calm right now. (No I am not, my heart) You can read the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B) Please enjoy! X

Chris laid sprawled on his couch with furrowed brows, tapping his TV remote against his bare chest. It was 1:48AM and he had an early morning meeting tomorrow, but he was still wide awake. He couldn’t sleep because he had too much on his mind, like the fact that you were yet to read the letter he’d left- admitting his love for you- at your apartment. Since he left said letter at said apartment, with each hour that ticked by- he’d been texting your best friend asking if you’d read it. Each time, he’d get a text back from Ava telling him the same thing: “she’s not home yet.” It finally got to the ninth hour at 11:00PM that he stopped texting Ava and texted you instead, not to ask about the letter but to see if you were okay. Which brought forth the other thing that was keeping him up.

Chris had texted you to ask if you were okay, and you’d sent back a simple “perfect.” Now what was that suppose to mean? Were you perfect because your date with Sam went well? Were you perfect because you’d read his letter and was thinking about your answer? No, you couldn’t have read the letter already. You wouldn’t have just texted if you’d read it. He knew you and he knew you would’ve called if you’d read it, unless- you didn’t feel the same way, or had changed your mind about him since hearing about Scarlett and going on that date with Sam. He should’ve addressed that rumor the second it came out, talked to you about it instead of calling Scarlett and laughing about it. If he lost you because of it, it was his fault and his fault alone.

“What am I going to do, bud?” Chris asked Dodger, his best friend who was half asleep by his feet. “What am I going to do if I lose her?” Dodger looked up when Chris sat up and reached down to smooth his hand over his pup’s head. “She’s the one and I was too afraid to tell her that when I had the chance, and now-” He cut himself off with a huff, scratching Dodger’s head ever so gently. “I’m a real fucking idiot, aren’t I?”

“I’d say.”

Chris was so distracted that he didn’t even hear you come in from the back door; you’d a set of keys because he trusted you and occasionally needed you to come take care of Dodger for him. He jumped to his feet, feeling his heart in his throat. You were crying, but it was out of pure and utter joy as well as love for the man standing in front of you. His lips parted and he tried to speak, but no sound came forth. He’d play a thousand different scenarios in his head and ways to respond, but now that it was actually happening- he’d no clue what to say. He stepped over Dodger and started towards you, stopping when you took a step back. You held up the letter that you’d read four times in the cab ride over with the help of your iPhone’s torch. Each time you’d read it- you fell even harder for Chris; words you wanted to use to form a response danced in your mind. But now, as you stood in front of him, you couldn’t speak either. God, the two of you were made for each other.

“Y/N, I’m not dating Scarlett,” Chris finally spoke. Upon hearing those words leave his mouth, he wanted to slap himself. As important as that piece of information was, he wished his first words to you were “I love you.” Which was what he said next, drawing more happy tears from your eyes. “Please don’t cry,” he pleaded as he started towards you again, stopping when you held up a hand.

“I’m sorry, I just- I need a moment,” you told him and he nodded understandingly. “I um- This was-” you held up the letter, smiling. “It was a very Fan fic Chris thing to do,” you said and you both managed a light laugh. “How did you learn to write like that? Those first two paragraphs-”

“Y/N,” he cut you off, chuckling. “I don’t think we need to talk about my writing capabilities right this very second, do you?” He quizzed and you shook your head, swallowing. “You came here to tell me something,” he began as he slowly inched closer to you; step by step. “You came here to answer a question, to confess your true feelings.” You nodded slowly, feeling your heart on the verge of exploding. “So how about,” he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you towards him, “we get to that?”

“You’re not wearing a shirt,” you blurted out and grimaced at how awkward you were. Chris laughed, because how awkward you were was one of the things he loved about you. “I um…” You couldn’t believe how difficult it was to talk around a shirtless Chris; how his female co-stars managed was beyond you. His hands rubbing small, gentle circles into your sides weren’t helping your ability to speak coherently either. “Can you-” you put a hand on his chest to push him back; his heat radiated through your palm. “I just need some space so I can think.”

“I think we’ve done enough thinking, don’t you?” He returned to his original position, but this time a little closer and his grip a little tighter. “I’m done thinking and so are you,” he whispered as he dipped his head. With his lips inches from yours, his minty breath warm against your cheeks. “Do you love me?” He asked gently and you felt yourself nod as you got lost in his eyes; he smiled so wide, his pearly whites blinded you. “Do you want to kiss me?” He asked and got another breathless nod from you. “Good, because I love you and I want to kiss you too.”

The second his lips touched yours, everything fell into place. You realized that saying was a cliché you’d used many times before, in a quite a few of your stories, but not once had you truly understood or felt what you wrote. Not until now, not until you had Chris’ soft and supple lips pressed against yours. It was insane how good and how right it felt, and how many more clichés played through your mind. “He kissed you like your lips were the air that he needed to breathe”, and “he kissed you like there was no tomorrow”, and “his lips touched yours and sparks flew.” In that very moment, as his hands gently caressed your face while his lips worked against yours tenderly, attentively, and passionately- you lived through every romantic, breathtaking kiss scene you’d ever written. It felt like pure and utter magic- and yes, you realized that was yet another cliché but God, you didn’t care. You were happy because you were kissing the one you could, and had pictured forever with.

“Fuck,” Chris breathed when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. “Sorry,” he chuckled breathlessly and you shook your head, smiling. You could feel how flaming hot your cheeks were, as well as how wide your smile was; it was wider than it’d ever been. “I don’t mean to swear in your face, I just- that was fucking amazing. I mean- Fuck,” he cussed again, laughing. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

“Why don’t you do it again?” Your arms wrapped around his neck as you inched closer to his lips.

You didn’t have to ask him twice; he chuckled and kissed you again, moaning ever so softly when your hands found their way into his un-gelled hair. Now you weren’t a girl he wanted to rush things with because he respected you, but he was so swept up- in the passion, and the romance, and the very obvious lust in the air- that he couldn’t help himself. His hands reached under your thighs and he swiftly lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You knew what was happening and what would happen if you let it, and though you always promised your mom you wouldn’t rush into things- this was Chris and she’d always wished you’d end up with him after reading your series. Now that the opportunity had arise, surely she wouldn’t blame you for taking things a little faster than usual. It wasn’t like he was going to run out on you, the letter made it pretty damn clear he was here to stay.

He broke the kiss and smiled, carrying you as he started towards the stairs. He didn’t know who to thank for you, just every thread in the universe that brought the two of you together. You did the same thing, brushing his bearded cheek with your thumb.

“Does Ava know you’re not going to be there when she wakes up?” That question was his subtle was of asking for consent; he wouldn’t and couldn’t do anything you were uncomfortable with. He knew the hold he had on you, but he’d never use it to his advantage. Similarly, you knew the hold you had on him and you’d never use that to your advantage either.

“I think Ava will figure it out.”

“Yeah,” Chris bit back his growing smile, “I think she will too.”

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Look. It’s not even a big deal, you’re the one that’s turning this into a whole thing. You’ve never done anything like this before, but that’s okay! There’s a first time for everything, even though the situation right now is a make it or break it kind of deal. But it’s okay! Don’t even worry about it, yo. You’re just going to tell one of your closest friends that you maybe kind of sort of think that you two should be more than friends! You’re confident. As long as you keep telling yourself that you’re confident, that’ll reflect in your words and Harry will instantaneously fall in love with you. Maybe. It’s not a guarantee. It’s worth a shot, though! Better than keeping everything bottled up inside. Plus, maybe this time it’ll be different! Usually, with your other guy friends, you can 100% tell if they only see you as one of the bros. Harry hasn’t sent any bro signals yet so you’re pretty much in the clear! Think about it, Y/N. It’s only a minute of confrontation and then you’re over and done with it. And you think he likes you back, so that helps as well! 

“Okay, I can do this.” You breathed out, blinking at yourself in the bathroom mirror before rubbing your clammy palms on your shirt. “It’s just Harry.” Were you really about to do this? This was a move that definitely wasn’t you. This was a move that a drunk off her ass Y/N would pull. No, no. You were psyching yourself out too much. “Yeah, it’s just Harry!” You decided that the best thing to do right now would be to block all the negative thoughts and hope for the best. 

“Hey, there you are! I was starting to wonder what you were doing upstairs for so long.” Harry hummed, smiling at you and watching as you plopped yourself down in the sofa chair across from him. 

“Ah, I got distracted by a game on my phone. You know how it is.” You waved it off, the little voice in the back of your head rehearsing what you were going to say to Harry. “I wanted to talk to you-” 

“I jus’ wanted t’ tell yeh-” The both of you paused upon the realization that the two of you had something to share with each other, your cheeks already growing bright pink at the slightly awkward situation. “How about you go first?” Did you wanna go first? Maybe you could let Harry go first, and while he spoke to you, you could rethink your decision to tell him the truth. Yeah, that sounded good. 

“No, no! I insist that you go first. If I go first I’ll end up blabbing for twenty minutes.” You snorted, getting comfortable on the chair and hugging a pillow to your chest. 

“Okay, cool. I promise I’ll be quick.” Harry grinned, sitting up a little straighter before leaning forward. “I want you t’ meet a new friend of mine.” Oh, that was it? Phew. 

“Alright, I’m down with that. Who is it?” I really like you and I’ve liked you for a long time, so I just thought that you needed to know that. 

“Oh, she’s great. You’ll love her. I mean, I kinda love her already and I’ve only met her like, twice! She has her own cookbook and everything, and she’s a great baker… Just like me! The other night at my concert we were talking backstage and she has the same taste in clothes as me! Y’know those silky lilac pants you were teasing me about? She liked them! And she was wearin’ this really cool denim jacket with a tiger embroidered on the back… I let her borrow one of my shirts and I’m usin’ tha’ as an excuse t’ see her again.” Harry paused, checking his phone when it buzzed in his hand. 

No, that’s too straight forward. How about something like ‘How about we go grab some dinner sometime? I can take you to that fancy Italian place that opened up downtown last month.’ “Oh, wow. She sounds really cool.” 

“She is really cool! And because you’re my ultimate best friend, I really want you to meet her before things get too serious.” 

Or maybe he wants to stay at home? I can cook something for him. Well, I’ll try my best- Wait, what? 

You snapped yourself out of your little thought bubble before blinking owlishly at Harry. What did he say? You heard something but you were really hoping he didn’t say what you thought he had said. “S-Sorry? Can you, uh, say that again?” You smiled sheepishly, Harry furrowing his brows before huffing playfully. 

“I thought you were listening t’ me this whole time. I was saying that I want you t’ meet Tess next week and approve of her so that I can maybe take it to the next level with her! Because you’re my best friend and all, and your opinion really matters to me. Anyways, she’s hilarious and she jus’ texted me this recipe on…”

At that point, you had tuned out. The smile slowly dropped from your face when it finally hit you that all of this was just in your head. Your chest tightened and you could feel your heart beginning to drum inside you. You could hear the blood roaring in your ears, rushing up to the back of your neck and your cheeks in humiliation. What were you thinking? Of course you were just a friend to Harry. All those late-night phone calls, all those hours you spent traveling with him while he was filming for Dunkirk and while he was writing his album, all those times you’d wake up early just to make breakfast for him even though he never asked for it, all those times just helped you to… Further establish your position in the friend-zone. (You hated that term, but there was no other way to describe it.) Harry was friendly with everyone and you were the one who took it in the wrong way! 

“So, what do yeh think, buddy?” 

“Um, yeah. I’d love to meet… Tess.” You trailed off, feeling as though Harry had just shot a bullet straight through your heart. 

“Cool! I’ll text her. By the way, what did you wanna tell me?” 

“I… I forgot.” You felt completely numb on the inside. 

How could you have been so stupid? 

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prompt: “All that blood looks good on you. It brings out your eyes.“

requested: yes

ship: stozier, reddie (platonic)

warnings: blood, richie’s thicc trashmouth 

summary: richie convinces eddie to help him get revenge on stan for not paying enough attention to him, and some crazy shit happens

a/n: they are aged up in this story (18-19 years old) and this is a more modern setting!!

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“Staaaaaaaan,” Richie groaned, sitting on the couch, wrapped in multiple blankets. Richie found a new movie at the Redbox down the street and wanted his curly headed boyfriend to join him.

“What, Richie?” Stan yelled from upstairs, sighing in annoyance. Stan was currently rummaging through his closet, trying to find an appropriate outfit for the night.

Loud footsteps were heard making their way into Stan’s room. “Come watch a movi- what are you getting dressed for?” Richie asked, cutting himself off mid-sentence.

“I’m going out to dinner with Bill and then we’re going to go watch the new Star Wars movie in a little bit,” Stan said, pulling off his shirt and slipping on another one.

Richie’s face dropped in disappointment. Why hadn’t he been invited to go out with them? “Hmm, well, thanks sooooo much for the invitation. No, really, I’m SO HAPPY my own boyfriend doesn’t want to hang out with me on a Friday night,” Richie exclaimed sarcastically, flopping down onto Stan’s bed.

Stan smirked and fixed the collar of his shirt. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re jealous.” Richie sat up, unamused. “Oh no, of course not. Why would I ever be jealous of Bill Denbrough? With his stupid smile, his stupid soft, brown hair, and his stupid voice of pure angelic goodness.”

Stan howled with laughter as he walked downstairs to grab his keys and put on a coat. Richie followed in suit. “Don’t worry, Richie. You have nothing to worry about….Or do you?” Stan said, touching his chin with his index finger, pretending to think.

“Don’t fucking start that shit, Uris. Can’t you just stay at home and watch this new movie with me? I already made popcorn and everything,” Richie pouted, giving Stan the puppy-dog eyes. It was true, Richie had set up popcorn, candy, and drinks for the two to have a nice movie night.

“Sorry Rich, guess you’ll just have to invite one of the losers over instead,” Stan said, making his way to the door. “WAIT, STAN, DON’T G-“ Richie was cut off by the sound of the door shutting.

“That fucking bitch.”

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Part One: K turns up on your doorstep after 7 months!

I’ve known Kells since I could remember. His mom left when he was young and he was brought up by his dad who was a close friend of my parents. This meant we were around each other A LOT! We were joined at the hip for the most part of our lives. We endured high school together, went to our first party together, I was there for him throughout his drug addictions, he was there for me when I was battling depression, I was there when Casie was born, damn I even think he was my first kiss… but we were never into each other like that. He was more like an older, protective brother or a best friend to me. Don’t get me wrong though, it wasn’t always fun and games; we definitely had our moments. There has been broken noses, black eyes and some very harsh words thrown about, but at the end of it we’re each other’s rock.

I hadn’t seen him for almost 7 months now, he’s been busy on tour and releasing new music. He said we’d keep in touch once he left, but we had nothing more than a few texts and phone calls. Even when he came back to CLE for a home town show, he didn’t stop by and it was just my luck the show was sold out before I could get tickets! I heard his new single “Bad Things” on the radio a few nights ago and the first thing I did was pick up the phone to him, but he didn’t answer. I understand, he’s busy, and things are different now.

My doorbell rang at 3:45am this morning and it made me jump awake out of my sleep. Why is my doorbell ringing at this time in the morning?! Who the hell is it?! I had no idea who it could have been so I stumbled to my bedroom window which overlooked the front yard. Nope, couldn’t see anyone so I went back to bed. Not even two minutes later, the doorbell rings again and then again, so I thought I’d better go see who it was. I stumbled down the stairs in nothing but a long black t-shirt with a purple cannabis leaf on the front, it used to belong to Kells but had somehow managed to get mixed up into my wardrobe.

“I swear to god (Y/S/N), if this is you drunk and lost your house key again, I’m going to kill you! Honestly, how many keys do I need to get cut for you to just lose them?” I shouted whilst I fumbled trying to find the front door keys. I unlocked the door and saw a tall man standing with his back to me, he was wearing black converse, long basketball shorts and a colorful t-shirt.

He turned around when he heard the door opening with the biggest smile on his face, that’s when I realized it wasn’t a colorful shirt at all. I recognized every single one of those tattoos!

“Guess who?” he laughed.
My eyes widened and I ran to jump into his arms. “Kells, what the fuck! What are you doing here?!” I was so overwhelmed, I could have cried. We just stood for a few minutes in each other’s embrace.

“I’m home man! Tour’s over… I’m all yours!”

“This is insane! Yo, do you know what time it is though?!” I playfully punched him in the arm.

“Yo, do you know that’s my shirt though?!” he punched my arm back. “You gonna leave me standing on your doorstep at 4am or you gonna let me inside? I’m hungry!”

We both went inside and the first thing he did was go straight to the kitchen. He began rummaging through the fridge and the cupboards.

“How’s things been back here? You look good!” still searching for munchies in my kitchen cupboards, he peered over his shoulder, looked me up and down, then winked at me.

“Thankyou” I chuckled, quickly realizing I was still only wearing a t-shirt! “It’s been good, well it’s been okay, just boring y’know?”

“I’ve kinda missed boring! Everything has just been crazy these past few months!” he hopped up onto the kitchen top with a huge bowl of cereal and patted the side next to him signaling for me to join him.

“I guess it can be a bit much, but look at you! You’ve worked so hard to get here. I heard you on the radio! What the hell, I’m so proud of you.”

“I know! I got your call and message, I was a bit busy…” He winked at me again and I rolled my eyes. I knew exactly what his version of “busy” meant.

“I’m glad to be back though, I need a rest! I missed Casie, I missed Cleveland, and I missed you (Y/N)!” he looked up at me and gave me a devilish smile, but he almost looked like he had sadness in his eyes.

I scoffed.

“What?!” he pulled a confused face.

“You missed me?” I asked with one eyebrow raised.

“Well yeah, you’re part of the reason I’m back. Ain’t nobody else’s doorstep I’m gonna turn up on at 3:45am right?!” he pulled out a bag of weed and handed me all his rolling stuff to roll up a spliff.

I took them from him and began rolling. “Missed me so much you answered my calls every day?” I didn’t want to catch eye contact with him whilst I called him out, so I continued to roll. “Replied back to my texts at least on the same day? Came to visit when you did your hometown show?”

He looked straight at me, I could feel him glaring at me as soon as I started giving him attitude. “I ain’t arguing’ with ya, I’m here now. Surely that’s what counts? I’ve been busy…”

“Yeah…”busy” right…?” I said, air quoting “busy” and winking at him. I lit the joint and passed it to him. We sat in the same spot for hours, just chatting, laughing, smoking, and eating. It was great to have my Kells back!

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Bucky Barnes X Reader

The reader offers to let Bucky stay at their apartment while he adjusts to the modern world and works through his post HYDRA PTSD. When they find out about his metal arm, they tell him it’s beautiful and makes the whole situation awkward. The reader then shows him their arms covered in tattoos. “People judge me because of my arms too.” (Written as if the reader were Tony Stark’s sister but could also be read as Male!Reader)

(First Bucky fic, been wanting to do something with him for awhile and this came to me one day. Not my GIF. send me requests!)


“Maybe a little bit to the left?” You were staring at a vase of fresh cut roses you’d just brought home that morning. Something about their placement on the kitchen table didn’t feel right. You slid the vase several inches to the left. “No.” You shook your head. “Maybe the right?” However scooting the flowers to the right didn’t seem to improve the feeling either. Maybe, you conceded, it has nothing to do with the flowers.

You pulled out a kitchen chair for yourself and sat down. Steve Rogers was on his way over with his friend Sergeant Barnes. You hadn’t been given all the details but you knew the Sergeant had been brainwashed by HYDRA at some point. He now needed a place to stay where he could adjust to the modern world and work through the mental trauma that HYDRA had so graciously saddled him with.  You immediately offered up your apartment. For one it was a lot quieter than the compound where the Avengers were always coming and going. Secondly you got pretty lonely being at your place all the time alone. It would be nice to have a roommate who understood your chaotic lifestyle. Lastly Steve was cashing in on every favor you and your twin brother, Tony, owed him.

“Ms. Stark, I believe Captain Rogers has arrived.” A disembodied voice explained. It was the voice of your brother’s artificial intelligence program JARVIS. Somedays you wished you never let Tony install the infernal thing, other times it was actually sort of helpful. This day it was the latter.

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Imagine Chris bringing your baby to your workplace.

A/N: Chapter 8, Part 3 of ‘Beginnings’ ❤️ You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series: ‘Perfect’ - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Fated’ - Masterlist; Chapter 8: ‘Beginnings’: Part 1/Part 2)

It was a tough job, turning a script into a movie. It wasn’t all fun and games, more a long, arduous, and mostly painfully tedious process. At least, it was in the beginning. You thought after your time at UCLA and three years with Chris, you’d be prepared and you’d understand; you were wrong.  You knew there’d be a lot of meetings before you could get to anything remotely interesting, but you’d underestimated how many.

Work began in January, immediately after you signed with Sony Pictures. Though you were preoccupied with Sebastian and Ava’s wedding planning, you managed four solid weeks of work that helped move the production process in the right direction. In that four weeks, you and Emilia completed the initial script breakdown so a schedule and a budget for the project could be estimated. But that was pretty much all that was done as you were quickly swept into a whirlpool of personal events like your best friends’ wedding and the birth of your son. You had to thank Chris for how understanding Emilia was being because if you weren’t his wife, you probably would’ve lost the opportunity a long time ago. You were a twenty-two year old graduate with no experience and zero credibility in their field of work, for them to invest in you the way they were- it was all in good faith and a great deal of kindness. Or so you thought. Truth was, Emilia saw the same capabilities Chris saw in you. Even with the setbacks your personal life had placed on the project, she knew the end was going to justify the means.

You were also doing everything you could to make up for the lost time, pulling long days and even longer nights. Whatever they wanted from you, whatever time they needed you to give to the project- you did without hesitation. You were hard working and dedicated which was why they didn’t feel the pinch when you had to ask for all that time off; they knew you’d come back with a hundred and ten percent. It would’ve been easy to take advantage of your work ethic, to push you to speed up the process that had been pushed back a couple of times. You wouldn’t have complained if they did, but they didn’t. Emilia was big on family and she wanted you to have time for yours, making sure she’d send you home in time for dinner every night. “The best part about our job is that we can work from home, Y/N,” she’d tell you when you’d argue with her.

15th of June was when you returned to work, and it was now 15th of September. Three months had passed and you were still yet to start filming. You’d sorted: how you were going to market your film; a money strategy consisting of equity funding, crowd funding, and tax incentives; prospective investors; favors and freebies which came easily due to the connections you’d gained since meeting Chris; and a lawyer to help with contracts and releases. You were now up to re-finalizing your script with the help of Lena Hill- a more experienced screen writer- while Emilia scouted for directors, so scenes could be numbered and the script broke down once again. You needed a final schedule and a final budget before you could work out the cast and crew, see who you could afford to act and how many crew members you’d have to cut. You had a fairly tight budget considering you were new to the business, so if the job wasn’t something crucial or something you and your current team could do yourselves- that money was put aside for something else. For example, a scout locator; you were going to do that yourself.

You didn’t realize how much of the production process consisted of numbers. Math wasn’t your strong suit which was why you were glad you had Chris. The production team Emilia and Sony Pictures provided you with did most of the work when it came to the more corporate stuff, but you occasionally had to chime in. It was reassuring to have Chris to come home to with your work, to sit and talk and ask for advice. He was like a fountain of knowledge, scraping up all the information from memory and notes he’d taken about film making from his past experiences.

You secretly wished the two of you didn’t decline his offer to be the director because you could’ve really used his presence on the project. But you were also glad he wasn’t the director because it felt good doing something on your own, away from his name. You may have been turning to him for advice, but it was advice as your husband. It would’ve been different if he was a co-worker, you weren’t sure if you were ready for that yet. You knew yourself and you knew with your lack of experience, you would’ve turned to him for everything and it would’ve become his film. Chris knew that too, hence why he would’ve declined the offer even if Jack wasn’t in the picture. You needed to experience it on your own, especially because it was your first film. You needed to feel the exhilaration of being the one everyone turned to, at least until the director stepped in. Word on the street was Emilia was trying to find you a director who had a fair amount of experience, but was new enough to allow you to comment without their ego getting in the way. Three weeks and she was still having trouble.

You sat in the conference room with Lena, going through your script scene by scene. You were trying to figure out possible locations and their costs. Majority were free, some were favors, but a minority were still needed to be paid for. It was mostly estimation until you could get a meeting with those in charge and negotiate, but until you had a director- it had to wait.

A knock on the door pulled Lena’s attention from her laptop, but yours remained glued to the pieces of paper in front of you. A wide smile stretched across her face when she saw Chris carrying Jack. Lena was a fan of Chris’ because who wasn’t, and she’d been dying to meet Jack in person after the photograph of him went viral. When she first found out she was working with you, she thought she’d get to meet your two boys because they’d visit often. She’d been very wrong as this was actually the first time in three months. It would’ve been longer, but they were in the neighborhood and it was lunch time and you’d texted “I haven’t had time for lunch” when he asked what you were having. Your boys couldn’t let their girl go hungry so they decided to drop in with an oven roasted chicken sub from Subway.

“Oh my God.” It wasn’t until Lena started squealing that you looked up. You smiled when you saw Chris wave at the two of you with Jack’s little hand. “He is so much cuter in person!” She wheeled her chair back and scrambled to her feet, rushing over to your boys. “Is it alright if I hold him?”

“Lena, right?” Chris quizzed and smiled when Lena nodded. “Sure you can. He’s not overly fussy today, so you should be fine.” Chris carefully passed Jack to Lena, making sure she had him before he stepped back. She bounced Jack while pacing the front of the room, allowing Chris to walk over to you. “Look at you, too busy for food,” he teased and you giggled. “You’re lucky Jack and I decided to start a father son food delivery service.”

“Very lucky.” You nodded in agreement as he placed the plastic bag from Subway in front of you. You smiled when you searched the bag, finding a sub, an apple Snapple, and a M&M cookie. “Thank you, baby.” You looked up at met his lips for a quick peck. “What have the two of you been doing all day?” You pulled your drink out, popping it open as Chris sat down on Lena’s chair.

“We went grocery shopping, then we stopped by the park to go see the ducks. We didn’t feed them bread, don’t worry.” He told you before you could ask. You’d read somewhere that bread was actually bad for ducks, so you stopped and made sure those around you did too. “We brought them grapes, that site you found said grapes were a good snack alternative.”

“Yeah, but you have to cut them in half. Did you cut them in half?”

“Nope, figured it was easier if Jack and I ate half then throw the other half in.”

“I know you’re being sarcastic, but I can also picture the two of you doing that so…”

“Yes we cut them in half,” Chris laughed and you bit into your sandwich, trying not to. “How’s things going here?” He quizzed, reaching for your yellow legal pad. He scanned your notes, morphing his lips into an upside down ‘U’ as he nodded. “How’s the search for the director going?”

“Slow,” you murmured with your mouth full. Chris chuckled and reached forward, brushing away the sauce on the corner of your mouth then wiping his thumb on the napkin. “Which director is going to want to work with an inexperienced screenwriter with plans to help commander the project? I told Emilia I’d be fine giving up the reins if I have to, but she said that wasn’t the deal so- she’s giving it a few more weeks before we resort to a complete handover.”

“Have you discussed directing the film yourself?”

You snorted, choking on your sandwich. “You’re kidding, right?” You asked after taking a sip of your Snapple; he shook his head, resting his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand. “I don’t know if you realize this, Chris, but I am a recent graduate with no experience. This job I got because of you. I’m barely keeping my head above water as the screen writer, so you’re insane if you think I’m going to take on directing as well.” Chris didn’t make an effort to interrupt, he just listened with a smile as you doubted your capabilities. “You think way too highly of me, Evans. Way too highly.” You took a took another bite of your sandwich as Chris continued to smile at you. “I’m not doing it, Chris, so stop looking at me like that.

“I’m not looking at you in any particular way,” he shook his head with the same smile and you watched him with narrowed eyes. “And I’m not going to waste my time countering what you just said either. You’ve already played the option out, I can see it in your eyes.” You rolled said eyes, lowering your gaze. He was right, you’d thought it before; every story, every script you’d ever written- you’d thought about directing yourself. “If Emilia asked you, you’d say yes without even blinking. You’re just saying no now because you’re afraid and-” he chuckled. “Well, I’ll save that speech of encouragement for when you take the job.”

“I am not directing.”

“How much are you willing to bet?”

“I’m not betting with you,” you laughed.

“Because you know you’ll lose?” He smirked.

“No, because it’s a ridiculous bet,” you retorted.

“Then you have nothing to be afraid of,” he held out his hand. “If I win, I get to buy you a beret that you have to wear for the entire project. If you win, you get to say ‘I told you so’ and well- that is a prize in itself for you, isn’t it?” You scoffed then laughed when he did. “But you have to be fair about it, you can’t just decline the job to win ‘cause there’ll be a penalty for that.” You rolled your eyes, not because he’d believe you’d do that but because he knew you too well. “Well?” He raised a brow, beckoning for your hand with his outstretched one.

“You’re on.”

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