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Imagine Chris being a supportive fiancé. (Part B)

A/N: Part 5B is here, y’all. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A/2B/2C/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A)

Chris licked his lips nervously, his fingers playing with the hairs in his beard. His meeting was with Emilia London, an old friend who happened to be the head of production at Sony Pictures. He’d secretly printed a copy of your mini series in its full, original glory while you were asleep last night, after you turned down his suggestion to pitch your Chris Evans mini series. He went behind your back because he wanted it to become something- not because it was a story that surrounded the two of you, but because he believed it had great potential.

“What do you think?” He spoke the second Emilia put the stack of pages down. “Do you like it?” He asked then spoke before Emilia could. “‘Cause I’ll go on the record and say I love it, like- I’d love to direct something like that.” Emilia chuckled softly at Chris’ excitement, knowing he was slightly biased as it was his fiancée’s work. “I know I’m her fiancé,” he said because he knew too. “Which is why I’m asking you, is this worth something?”

“It’s good,” Emilia nodded and Chris grinned. “But,” she continued and his smile faltered. “It’s too perfect.” She explained when she saw Chris’ eyes narrow slightly, “there is nothing other than the pre-term labor to spark excitement, Chris. There is no drama, no problem and resolution. It’s too smooth a ride, it’s not enticing. Yes, it’s super romantic and very sweet but- you know you need more than that to make a good movie, or even a television series.”

“I know,” he nodded, his hand reaching to fiddle with his beard again. “I don’t know,” he sighed. “I just thought the world is chaotic and messy enough for this to be a good escape.” Emilia nodded in agreement with pursed lips. “Thanks for seeing me anyway, I appreciate it. Hopefully her meeting with Geoffrey Davis went well, I really think she has a future in Hollywood.”

“She does,” Emilia nodded, reaching for the stack of pages. “She’s got a lot of potential and she’ll make it very far if she gets the right person to view her work. I can tell you right now Geoffrey Davis is not the right person, he’ll no doubt cancel on her today.” Chris frowned at that, immediately reaching for his phone to text and ask if you were okay. “Y/N is a skilled writer, she’s got a gift for telling stories. A very good eye for detail,” she continued praising your work as she skimmed read the pages again. “Her use of dialogue and imagery, it’s brilliant. Her vocabulary could be expanded, but I guess if she’s thinking of script writing- it really doesn’t matter as long as she gets her point across to the director. I like that she’s got a good balance of clichés and originality, it really sets her apart from others.”

“Yeah, she’s one in seven billion,” Chris smiled when he thought of you, then glanced down at his phone. It was a good sign that you weren’t replying, right? It meant that Geoffrey was meeting with you and you were too busy to respond. “Do you have any other advice?” He reached over and patted the pages like he would a baby because it was your baby. “I’d really like for this to become something.”

“Chris,” she shook her head. “It’s got potential, but it can’t become something if it’s that happy and perfect. She needs to change the plot, or at least- add more into it.” Chris sighed and she did too, then remembered what Chris told her about how the two of you met. “You said the two of you met because of this series, right?”

“Yeah,” Chris nodded. “I found the link in my Twitter mentions a while back and fell in-love with it. I tried to find the writer, but um- everything’s fairly anonymous on Tumblr. But as fate would have it, I met her at the Sydney airport. I saw her in the check-in line and I had this inkling about her, like I had to talk to her. I thought I wouldn’t get to as I missed a few very good chances,” he chuckled when he remembered how many times he failed to approach you. “But then I caught her at Starbucks, made my move, and the rest was as they say…history. We’re engaged now and she’s absolutely perfect for me.”

“How was the getting together for you?”

“God,” he groaned then laughed. “It was such a hassle. A lot of unnecessary drama and road blocks, we practically-” He stopped when he realized what Emilia was getting at; the gleam in her eye and the smile on her face said it all. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“Talk to your fiancée first,” she advised after she nodded, and Chris nodded with an excited grin. “But I think you’ve got a story to tell that many, including myself, would love to buy and produce.” She slid the stack of pages back across the table to him. “This is good, but your love story- it’s going to be a lot better.”

“Yeah,” Chris nodded in agreement, “it is.”


• • • • • • • •


You stared at your phone, contemplating whether or not to reply Chris’ “is everything okay?” If you didn’t reply, he’d think you were still in the meeting and it’d give you some more time to come up with a better story of what happened. So you left it, ignored your fiancé’s text, and continued doodling on your paper coaster.

You stirred your untouched vanilla latte which had gone cold; the toasted blueberry bagel you’d bought and not even taken a bite of had gone stale as well. You weren’t really in the mood to eat or drink anything, not with everything you’d heard everyone say about you and your relationship with Chris running through your mind. You doodled a little cartoon version of you like the doodle from your mini-series, except this time you were holding a broom and not an Oscar. It was clear where your future laid, absolutely not in Hollywood. You knew you were being over dramatic. You also realized you’d broken the promise you’d made Chris, your mom, and Ava: to not let one rejection fuck you over. You tried to keep it, but it was hard; you were pretty fucked.

“Miss Y/L/N?” You heard a familiar male voice and looked up, realizing why it was so familiar; it was only a voice you’d spent the last three years listening to at lectures. Because why not? Why not have your least favorite professor tell you how much you sucked after you were rejected by a huge production company. Though you were being slightly unfair, he was only your least favorite because he was boring compared to the rest of your professors- he’d always been kind to you. You managed a smile when he asked, “is everything alright?”

“I could lie and say ‘yes’, but I think we’d both know I was lying.” You said and he nodded, chuckling. He used his hand to gesture at the chair, politely asking without words if he could join you. “Yeah,” you quickly nodded, “of course.”

“Would you like to talk about what’s bothering you?”

“I would, but not with one of my old professors,” you admitted and he nodded with an understanding smile. “Can I ask you something, and will you be honest with me?” He nodded again, then took a sip from his paper cup. “Did you mean it when you told me I had potential?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it,” he answered. “Why? Did something happen, is that why you’re doubting yourself?” You dropped your gaze, stirring your cold coffee. “You did that a lot in class too, you know. I’d tell you to change one paragraph, and you’d freak out and question your entire piece.” You chuckled softly with limited humor; all your teachers- since you were in grade school- always had that same comment. “You’re good, Y/N. I could tell you that a thousand times, but you need to believe it yourself.”

“I know,” you nodded, dropping your hand to your lap. “I just- I had a meeting with New Line Cinema and they didn’t even want to see me.” He sighed because he knew all the setbacks that came with the industry you wanted to be apart of. “They were so mean about it too, I mean- are they all going to be like that?”

“Pretty much,” he nodded. “But you knew that going in, I told you what would happen and you told me you could handle it.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Look,” he chuckled; you reminded him a lot of his younger sister, even the twelve year age gap between you and him were about the same. “It’s going to be a rough ride, but if you’re truly passionate about it- you’re going to get there. You’ve got potential, Y/N. I believe in you, you just need to believe in yourself.”

“Thank you, Professor Killian,” you smiled.

“You can call me Daniel, all my friends do.” He held out his hand for you to shake and you shook it, smiling. “And it’s not like I’m your professor anymore,” he reminded you as you both withdrew your hands. “Which is kind of a relief, 'cause I hated being your least favorite.” He teased and you felt heat rush to your cheeks as you grimaced.

“You weren’t my least favorite,” you tried to defend yourself and he laughed, shaking his head as if to say it was alright. “I liked you as a person, you were always very nice to me. I just-” you winced as you admitted in a sheepish tone, “your class was boring compared to the others.”

“Not every teacher is meant to inspire and mesmerize, Y/N,” he chuckled. “Some are just meant to guide an already brilliant mind, a mind like yours.” He told you and you smiled. “You may have come third in the class, but you’re the only one I see doing some very incredible things. Just keep doing what you’re doing and don’t let the setbacks kill that light you carry, it’s what makes you and your writing special.”

“Do you have any other advice?”

“Dump that fiancé of yours,” he responded and you frowned; all that fondness you carried for him faded as soon as he said that. You felt your jaw tightened as he continued, “you’re never going to make if you stay with him. No one is going to take you seriously if all they see you as is Chris Evans’ fiancée. I bet you were turned away today because of him, weren’t you?”

“It doesn’t matter why I was turned away,” you bit and Daniel knew he’d struck a chord; he did it on purpose, just to see how you’d react and so far- it was exactly as he’d expected. “And I couldn’t care less if all they see me as is Chris Evans’ fiancée. I’d be happy to be just his wife and mother of his children because it is not a bad thing to be. Honestly- if that is all I can achieve in this lifetime, I’m going to die a very happy woman.”

“I know,” he nodded and your facials turned from angry to confused. “I just said all that to see if you really love him as much as you say you do.” You must have looked even more confused because you couldn’t remember talking to your professor about Chris. “I read your mini series, the one that brought the two of you together? It’s aspiring, it’s the kind of love people spend their entire lives trying to find. I’m lucky, I’ve found that with my wife. And you are too,” he nodded and you smiled. “Everything is going to work out for you, your relationship- your career, it’s going to work. It’ll take some time, but it’ll work out.”

Your phone chimed and its screen lit up, both yours and Daniel’s gaze darted to it. Daniel drank the rest of his coffee as he rose to his feet, “I should probably get going. Mandy sent me to get diapers and this was a little detour.” You looked up at him and smiled because you didn’t know he was a dad. “It was nice seeing you again, Y/N.”

“You too, Prof- Daniel,” you corrected yourself and he smiled, turning on his heel and making his way towards the exit. You waved at him as he got into his car then turned your attention back to your phone. You picked it up and opened Chris’ text, chuckling in absolute awe and amazement when you saw what he sent you.

Coming to get you now, someone wants your story.

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Part 5C

Imagine a long weekend with Chris. (Part D)

A/N: Part 5D filled with fluff as always. Epilogue is up next, and wow! Another chapter done and dusted, but fear not- there is still lots to come for these two cutie pies. ❤️ You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and ‘Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist; ‘She Said Yes: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B/5C’)

You stood side stage, smiling as you watched Chris, Anthony, and Sebastian interact with their fans. It was such a joy to be there observing the panel, yet another thing you’d always wanted to do but never thought you would have the chance to. Like befriending Chris, dating Chris, being engaged to Chris, and soon- marrying Chris. You were definitely a lucky one in seven billion; you were slowly checking off everything on your bucket list, both realistic and unrealistic goals. Your gaze refocused on your soon-to-be husband and your smile widened because it was because of him that you were getting everything you’d ever dreamed of.

He carried a love for you so strong, and had so much faith in you that he’d do anything for you. If your dream was to fly to the moon, he’d build a rocket ship and sit alongside you on the journey. He’d told you that a thousand times, and every time you’d believe him. His offer was always genuine, as was his love, faith, trust, and pride. You were a being unlike any other and you possessed a talent he knew would become a world wide phenomenon. It wouldn’t be long until you checked off ‘become a screenwriter’ and 'win an Oscar’, but that was Chris’ words and not yours. You were sure it was going to be ten years at least, considering you were still a student and being recognized as just Chris Evans’ fiancée. Now that wasn’t a bad thing to be recognized as, you were proud to be just Chris Evans’ fiancée; if that was all you could achieve in this lifetime, you’d be absolutely contented and at peace with yourself.

“Chris.” You tuned back into the panel when you heard Max- the host- mention Chris’ name. “I think we owe you a congratulations.” The whole crowd erupted in applause and cheers; both you and Chris immediately smiled, knowing exactly where it was going. “You’re engaged, man. That’s-” The applause and cheers increased in excitement and volume. “Yeah!” Max egged it on, clapping. You chuckled when you saw Anthony and Sebastian do the same, nudging a blushing Chris and patting him on the back. “Congratulations, dude. That is awesome news, we are so happy for you.”

“Thanks,” Chris chuckled into the microphone, dropping his gaze as he grinned to hide his obvious excitement. He may not have enjoyed talking about his relationships before, but with you- he wanted to tell the whole world about you. He was secretly glad Anthony blurted out his engagement news because he didn’t think he could, or wanted to keep it a secret until you graduated. Now as you stood watching him, and seeing how happy he was when they mentioned the engagement- you were glad the world knew too. “It’s exciting, yeah. I’m very, very excited.”

“For those who don’t know who Chris is engaged to, her name is Y/N Y/L/N. I had the pleasure of meeting her backstage,” Max said and Chris nodded, smiling as he threw a quick glance at you; you smiled and gave him a small wave. “And she is lovely, I genuinely enjoyed talking to her.” Chris’ smile widened because he had the same first impression when he met you at the airport. “She’s also very mature for her young age of twenty, I’d even say she’s more mature than you.”

“Max, buddy. You realize she’s watching this right?” Chris laughed, drawing laughter from the whole room. “Yeah, she is. She’s got a very old soul, she’s very old school type of girl. And I love it, it’s one of my favorite things about her.”

“Why’s that?” Max quizzed.

“I just feel like it allows us to have a similar mindset, of what we want in our relationship and in life in general. We don’t have a lot of big disagreements, we argue about stupid things like- who’s the better baseball team. God, I tell you- if she doesn’t ditch her Yankees cap soon,” he glanced over at you and you chuckled, tugging at said Yankees cap.

“The Yankees are the best team,” Sebastian piped up, earning a few cheers and jeers from the audience. “She’s keeping the hat, and I’m sending her a lifetime supply of Yankees merchandise as a wedding gift.” You and Chris laughed. “I’m not kidding, Chris. I will, so prepare yourself.”

“Whatever,” Chris chuckled then continued with his previous statement. “Anyway, as I was saying. It’s hard to find someone who wants the same thing, or just a long term thing in general. I feel like people, especially at her age, they just want something fun and casual. Which yeah, it’s great until you get to my age and find yourself still alone.” The crowd voiced their agreements. “We both agree that relationships these days are moving at a speed we’re not familiar with, or particularly fond of. With modern technology and the evolution that comes with each new generation, there’s a shift in the dynamics of what a relationship should be like. I- we both like to keep things- y'know, traditional. Get married, have kids- the works. It’s nice to meet someone who wants the same thing, it’s refreshing. She’s…” He looked over at you, smiling, “she’s just perfect and I love her.”

The whole crowd lost it at that, letting a wave of “awwww” cascade through the room. Chris grinned as he turned back to the supportive audience. It was nice to be able to share what he thought of you, and his love for you with other people. Yes, he was an incredibly private person who hated talking about his love life. But that was then, he was different now. Now he could’ve talked about you for hours with any fan, or at any interview. He could proudly and assertively tell the world that he was engaged to the most amazing and beautiful girl he’d ever met, as well as help them fall in-love with you as he had.

“Do you think she’ll join us on stage if we ask very nicely?” Max quizzed, and all four guys looked over at you with inviting grins; you shook your head at them with widened eyes. “If you don’t know who we’re looking at, we’re looking at Y/N who is standing side stage. What do you say, guys? Would you like to meet Captain America’s fiancé?”

You felt the butterflies in your stomach get trampled by a herd of elephants when you heard the crowd start cheering, and chanting your name. You shook your head at Chris, who was chuckling. He saw you start to turn and leave, and quickly jumped up and ran to grab you by the waist. He pulled your back into his front and whispered into you ear, “remember on the plane when you said, 'I’ll be there for you if things get too overwhelming’?” You winced, wishing you hadn’t said that; you knew when you said it it would bite you in the butt later. “Things are getting a little overwhelming out there and I’d love it if you joined me,” he told you as he spun you around and took your hand.

“Chris, I don’t want to go out there,” you steadied your stance, fighting against his pull. “Please don’t make me go out there.” You begged then chuckled softly when he did. “There are so many people out there, majority of them are fan girls who probably hate me for marrying their celebrity crush. I can’t go out there, they’re only being nice now because you’re here. I don’t want to say something or do something that will make them attack me when you’re not around.”

“Stop being so paranoid,” he laughed. “I’m always going to be here for you, Y/N. And it’s time you learn how to deal with big crowds, you’re going to have to do that when you enter the Hollywood industry.” You sighed because you knew he was right. “Come on, nothing you do or say will make them hate you. If their celebrity crush adores you then-” he smiled when he saw you smile, “you bet your cute little butt that they’re going to adore you too.”

“Don’t let go of my hand,” you ordered in a tone that told him you were going to join them on stage. Chris chuckled and nodded, entwining his fingers with yours. He walked, gently tugging you alongside him. “Oh my God,” you breathed when you walked into view; the crowd cheered. “I hate you so much.” You murmured to Chris without taking the nervous smile from your face.

“Give the love of my life a hand, everybody,” Chris instructed then kissed the side of your head as the crowd did as he asked. You chuckled softly, taking everything in before you lifted a hand to give the crowd a small wave. “Isn’t she absolutely beautiful?” Chris quizzed, then shared a love-sick smile with you.

Another wave of “awwww” cascaded around the room, which quickly turned into laughter when Anthony called out, “oh, get a room,” in a teasing tone. You and Chris turned to him, laughing softly. Both Anthony and Sebastian, as well as everyone in the room, fell in-love with the two of you. It was so obvious you were irrevocably and irretrievably in-love with the other, so much so that the hatred and the jealousy that some in the crowd possessed faded. Chris was meant to be with you, and you him; one could reject that notion, but there was simply no denying it.

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Epilogue