sorry i have to work with what i have so the last gif is not the actual one where he says the line

Imagine Chris getting the first flight back to you.

A/N: Part 4! Ughhh, so much angst. Damn you, brain. Whhhhyyyyy? On a brighter note, how cute was Seb and Ava trying to save the day? (Talk about best friends for life.) You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3)

The line cut off and the dial tone droned; Chris stood there stunned with the phone still pressed to his ear. What had just happened? How did things go so wrong, so fast? His hand dropped to his side in defeat as his thumb ended the call on his end. He looked around his vicinity; he watched the strangers on the street, looking for someone- a sign, something- anything to tell him he was dreaming, that you didn’t just break up with him. You didn’t break up with him, you couldn’t have. The two of you had a life to live out together- there was a plan to follow, a destiny to fulfill…This was never part of that plan, he wasn’t meant to lose you. What had he done? Why did he call? Why did he say what he didn’t mean? There were a million questions that he wanted an answer to, but the most prominent one, begging for an immediate answer was “can I get her back?”

“Taxi!” Chris called as he held out an arm. He knew what would happen if he left without saying a word; he knew if he didn’t get back before he was due to film his next scene- Kevin, the Russo brothers, and his cast would have a fit; he knew all that, but he also knew none of it mattered if you were no longer a part of his life. “Hey, taxi!” He yelled again, catching the attention of a passing cabbie who sensed his urgency and pulled up in front of him.

“Chris!” Sebastian caught Chris getting into a cab as he came out of the bar the rest of the cast and crew were in. “Chris!” He called and jogged a few steps, trying to stop the cab that was pulling away from the curb. “Chris, wait!” He yelled and waved into the rear view mirror, but the cab was already on its way to the airport. “Where the hell are you going, man? You’ve still got my phone.” He mumbled to himself, pulling Chris’ phone out of his pocket to see that Chris had texted before he could call. “Y/N broke up with me,” he read under his breath then gasped, “what? I need to go sort things out, I’ll get your phone back to you later,” he continued then sighed. “I don’t care about my phone, just fix your relationship before it’s too late.” He wanted to text that back, but he didn’t knowing Chris was going through enough. He slipped Chris’ phone back into his pocket and returned to the bar to explain his best friend’s situation to the executive producer.

Chris found himself looking at your number, his thumb hovered over the call button. He knew if he called you now- even without his number- you’d just ignore his call; you were going to ignore all calls. He needed to see you in person, he needed to deal with this whole situation in person. He turned off Sebastian’s phone to rid himself of the temptation and just focused on what he was going to say to you when he got back to Los Angeles.

Sebastian’s pocket started buzzing before he could re-enter the bar, he narrowed his eyes as he pulled out Chris’ phone; ‘Ava’ popped up on the screen. Now he knew who Ava was because both you and Chris had told him a few times about your best friend and how she was a huge fan, but this wasn’t his phone. He stared at it for a little while more, then decided to answer hoping he could join forces with your best friend to help bring the two of you back together.

“Chris, oh my God!” Ava started rambling the second Sebastian picked up. “What the fuck just happened?” She asked and he wished he knew. “Y/N just left for work, but I’m pretty sure she’s crying in the stairwell- Are you okay?” He tried to talk, but she continued before he could. “Of course you’re not, she’s not either. I hope you do know you’re not actually broken up, so don’t go hook up with a stranger to spite her because that will actually end the relationship. Are you even there? Can you please say-”

“Not Chris,” Sebastian cut Ava off and her breath hitched in her throat because she recognized his voice. “He borrowed my phone and left his with me. He’s headed for the airport now to go back to LA to talk to Y/N, so I think we can relax.” Ava didn’t know what to say, she was still a little starstruck by Sebastian. Unlike you, this was the first time she’d spoken to a celebrity other than Chris; it made things more difficult because she had a bit of a crush on Sebastian. “Are you still there? Can you please say something?”

“Um- sorry, I’m here.” Ava cleared her throat, strengthening her shaky voice. “He’s on his way back?” She quizzed then smiled when she heard Sebastian noise confirmation. “Oh, thank God. I was freaking out, it’d be such a waste if they didn’t live happily ever after. I’ve never seen two people so happy together, their love is a love worth fighting for.”

“It is,” Sebastian nodded in agreement. “Which is why you’re going to have to keep an eye on Y/N until Chris gets there, make sure she doesn’t do anything she’ll regret. I know she’s not the type, but she’ll definitely attract guys who think she’s a damsel in distress. We don’t want any more misunderstandings and unnecessary complications, things are already messy enough.”

“I keep telling them to talk, but they don’t listen.” Ava sighed. “They always wait until the last minute when things are messy to sort it out. Do you even know how they got together? It was like a freaking movie, had me on the edge of my seat and wanting to rip all my hair out.” Sebastian laughed and Ava smiled, “anyway, it was really nice talking to you. I’m such a huge fan, I’m definitely going to scream into a pillow when I hang up.”

“It was nice talking to you too, Ava,” Sebastian smiled. “You take care of those crazy kids and I’m sure we’ll get to meet at their wedding.” Ava chuckled. “I should go, I gotta go do my job as Cap’s right hand man and save his ass.” Ava laughed then covered her mouth when she realized she was laughing too loudly. “He’s lucky Kevin’s rooting for him and Y/N, otherwise he’s going to be in a lot of trouble.”

“You’re a good friend.”

“So are you,” Sebastian replied then hung up, leaving Ava to do exactly as she’d told him; she screamed into a pillow. She looked up, laughing when she realized she’d scared Dodger. First, her best friend befriends then dates Chris Evans; second, Chris Evans’ adorable dog comes and lives with the two of you; now, she’d spoken to Sebastian Stan. If things weren’t so complicated between said best friend and Chris Evans, she’d be a lot happier.

The door opened and she turned, frowning when she saw you walk in. It’d only been half an hour since you left, so you must’ve changed your mind about going to work. You didn’t even throw a glance her and Dodger’s way as you walked to your bedroom, closing the door behind you. You’d texted Jack telling him you couldn’t make it, and was going to get a cab down to LAX to get a last minute flight out to Atlanta. You couldn’t just let Chris go like that, you needed to apologize and fix things before it was too late. All of it happened because of you, he didn’t do anything wrong; you were the one at fault. You had money, enough for a flight to Atlanta because that was what you’d been saving for with all your extra shifts. The original plan, however, was for you to fly down for to surprise Chris for his birthday- not this.

You stripped yourself from your work clothes and changed into your best red dress- the one you’d worn on your very first date with him. You wiped your tears, applied on some makeup, then fixed your hair. By the time you were done, you didn’t look like a girl who’d just spent half an hour crying in the stairwell. You slipped on your black heels and your trench coat, then stuffed your passport, wallet, and phone into a clutch before you walked back out.

“Whoa,” Ava breathed when she saw you; she was definitely worried about where you were going looking like that. “Um- what are you doing?” She asked, but you ignored her. “Y/N?” She followed you as you made your way to the front door. “Why are you so dressed up? Y/N-” she grabbed your elbow before you could leave and you stopped, but didn’t turn around. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going out, Ava,” you told her in a vague tone. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be back. Just- in a few days,” you mumbled under your breath and Ava grew incredibly concerned. “Relax,” you told her and she frowned, wondering just how she was meant to do that. “Take care of Dodger until I get back? There are some things I need to sort out before I know where he’s going to stay.”

“He’s not going anywhere because you and Chris-”

“I’ll talk to you later,” you pulled your elbow out of her grip then left before she could say anything else. You knew she would run after you so you rushed down the flight of stairs, hoping she would chase if she couldn’t see you. And she didn’t chase, but she did call after you; she didn’t know if you could hear her, but she had to try.

“Chris is coming to LA!”

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Part 5A

Imagine: Dean gets upset when you try to ditch the boys when a demon is coming after you in order to protect them.

Warnings: angst, fluff (i think), mentions of blood
AN: Angel requested “No Pairing other than partner/friend/family–Angst!”, i hope I’ve delivered. You can read this however you like in terms of pairing.
Also, this is unbeta’d and whipped up in under 30mins, apologies for the quality.

“Dean, I’m sorry.” I tried again. It had been a week of apologizing non stop and Dean still hadn’t said a word to me since the demon’s death.
“Please, Dean, just…” I sighed, sliding down the door, pulling my knees into my chest, “Just talk to me.”

“YN’s gone.” Sam called, finding the note she’d left on her bed.
“What?” Dean barked, rounding the corner and ripping the note from Sam’s hand.
I’m sorry boys, but this one’s after me and I won’t have anything happen to either of you because of me. I’ll see you round, please don’t try find me, or hunt him down, or stop me…
This one’s on me. I’ll fix it.
“She’ll come back, Dean.” Sam muttered upon seeing his brother’s eyes begin to shine.
“We can trace her phone, summon Crowley and find this demon.” Dean growled, scrunching the paper in his hand and throwing it onto the bed, turning and storming toward the door.
“Sorry boys, can’t help with this one.” The familiar rasp sounded. Dean stopped short of the door and the King of Hell.
“You saying you can’t control your demons?” Dean snapped, his shoulders squaring off, nostrils flaring, growing an inch and towering over Crowley. The demon just shrugged and raised an eyebrow.
“This one’s rogue, has a vendetta against our Y/N. Trust me, I want him dead just as bad as you.” Crowley explained with a flick of his hand.
“You-” Dean was bristling, luckily Sam quickly stepped forward, catching Dean’s shoulder.
“You’ve found wayward demons in the past, Crowley, find this one.” Sam warned, the King of Hell disappeared and the boys hurried to the library.

“Boys?” She answered, panting and yet she sounded weary.
“YN, what the hell were you thinking?” Dean demanded, Sam held the phone between them as Dean roared the Impala well over the speed limit.
“Where are you?” Sam asked, Crowley had informed them of which city but not the specifics, insisting he didn’t know anything further.
“The only motel in Lubbock, Texas.” She answered, ignoring Dean’s question.
“We’ll be there in an hour.” Sam said, they waited for her to say something, the line, quiet for what seemed hours.
“I’m sorry.” She breathed before hanging up.

“What the hell happened?” Dean’s voice was deep and gravelly, his terror and anger roaring out of him in one sentence. Sam gave YN a said look, he’d been on the end of this line of questioning before, hell both boys had done exactly what she had, and yet they still couldn’t see the sense in it.
“I … I thought I was doing what was best for you both. I thought I was protecting you.” Her eyes flickered up from the floor to Dean and then back down. Dean shook his head and snorted, stomping out of the room.
“He’ll come around.” Sam assured, but he wasn’t certain. He hadn’t seen Dean this upset in years.
Sam watched as YN went back to pulling the scour over the blood stained, floor boards. Dipping her hand into the bucket of soapy, red, water and sloshing it back to the ground, scrubbing hard.
The boys had arrived as Crowley was leaving with the unobedient demon, both demon and YN had been bloodied and bruised, cut and grazed, but both alive, just.

I almost fell backwards as the door flung open from behind me. I caught myself and planted my feet under me, swiveling and standing in one.
“Dean, please, hear me out?” I begged as the willful Winchester stepped around me and headed down the corridor, turning his back on me, not noticing the tears beginning to form in my eyes, again.
“Dean!” I yelled. He paused, his head hung low as if he was tired of this, so was I and that’s probably why I said what I did, “You’ve left before, claiming it was better for Sam, better for Cass, for Mary, for Lisa, for anyone… but it was actually best for you.” I didn’t mean for my tone to be accusing, but it was, nor did I mean to continue, but I did, “You’ve left everyone behind at some point because it was too dangerous, or their lives were at threat, or they would be a burden… Dean I truly believed the Demon would kill me then turn on you and Sam. I was prepared to do a deal to save your lives. But when he came, I couldn’t do it…” I panted, I hadn’t realized I’d worked myself into a frenzy of emotions till now, but that’s the worst part of verbal diarrhea, you don’t choose when it stops, “I wanted to fight, I wanted to come back to you and Sam, I wanted to live. I chose you, Dean.” I spat, he was stock still, as if time had frozen around me and I was left to live out my days with statues. I watched him for a minute, his steady breath in the rise and fall of his shoulders was all that told me time was moving. He didn’t make a move, not one. I closed my eyes, letting the tears drip and slide down my cheeks, I sighed and opened my eyes, turning to leave. I wouldn’t leave the bunker again, that much was clear, I wouldn’t leave Dean, or Sam. I lived for those boys, that much was clear. But it was breaking my heart to watch Dean resent me and my actions, when all I was doing was something he’d taught me.
“YN.” His voice was soft but it tore through my thoughts, it was my turn to freeze. There was silence, I turned to see if he’d actually spoken or it was my mind giving me what I needed most.
Dean was facing me, his eyes focused on mine, boring through my skull and into my very soul.
“I thought I’d lost you.” His voice cracked and he struggled to swallow. He cleared his throat and tried again, taking a tentative step in my direction.
“I may have done all those things…” Dean took another step, “but,” another step, “I know better now. We work together. The three of us.” Dean looked down to take the last step, the step that would bring us within arms reach of each other, he looked back up, “Because you’re family.” There was a calm that passed in the air between us, an understanding. It was still and silent for minutes before either of us moved. I reached for him as he did for me, pulling each other into our arms, clutching at skin and molding together.
This was home, right here, Dean’s arms, his strength was mine, his words and feelings and thoughts… It all fell into place. I pulled my head back from where it was tucked, under his chin, against his neck, and looked into his eyes.

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Title: McHuggy

Pairing: McGee x Reader

Word Count: 1,045

Warnings: fluff

A/N: I also wrote this a long time ago. This had to be in the first ten, of all of the fics I’ve written.  So I hope it’s not too old for you to enjoy! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

You walked through the party in your Sailor Jupiter outfit, dancing through the crowd.  Your best friend David had invited you to the party; you weren’t much for partying, but it was Halloween.  You had lost him in the crowd while dancing to thriller; it was your favorite Halloween song.  You knew he was dressed in a Zorro costume; his friend Abby always picked his costumes.  Last year he was Aquaman, this year he was Zorro.

You spotted a Spanish gaucho hat in the distance, which was the hat commonly associated with Zorro.  Your face lit up at the sight of your friend.  You made your way to him, surprising him with a hug.  Your face paled as he turned around; it wasn’t David.  You didn’t know who you just hugged, and he had no idea who you were either.  “Uh, hey there.  Sorry about that.  I thought you were a friend,” you stuttered, your cheeks red with embarrassment.

“No no, it’s fine.  It was just I thought you were Abby, but you are shorter than she is.  Not that it’s a bad thing to be short, or tall. I-,” he stammered trying to find the right words.

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Lost Boy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: physical damage, swearing, nothing really I think. Word count:1,591 words A/N: my computer is still broken so I have to write from my phone and I can’t do it as nice as always. Idk if you understand but anyway thanks for everything guys!

I woke up sitting abruptly. The sound of my phone woke me up. The national anthem woke me up. It was Steve calling me. I know it’s kinda obvious he is the Captain America and his ringtone is the national anthem. I looked at my clock and saw it was 9:30 in the morning. I was very tired. I had a fight with Tony a month ago and he punished me forcing me taking vacation. He send me to Vienna. I know right? It is definitely not a punishment being in Vienna for holidays. I hadn’t had a phone from work in a month, we all must think that they need me back in America. But it was Steve who was calling me. Steve only calls me when it’s an emergency. “Agent Y/L/N here"I said with a sleepy voice. "Agent good morning. It’s Rogers here. We are on our way to Vienna. You have a mission” he sounded like forced to said that. I heard a door closing behind him. He would never call me agent. “Steve… Is everything okay?” I asked worried. “Y/N. I need your help. I need you to help me okay? Do you remember Bucky?” Of course I did. Once a month I had to go to Steve’s room to help him with his nightmares about losing Bucky. James Buchanan Barnes. Sargent Barnes. Steve’s best friend back in the day, aka the 40s. He couldn’t stop thinking about him since he founded that he was alive and brainwashed by HYDRA. “Yeah… sure. Why?” I was trying to understand the situation. “Because he’s in Vienna. I need you to locate him and keep him busy for a couple of hours. I’m on my way there. We need to find him before someone does. Everyone thinks he’s a terrorist. Please say you’ll help me” he was desperate. “One condition ” I wanted to make this interesting. “Sure thing Y/N. Whatever you want” “I want to go back home. I want to go back to the avengers tower and Tony needs to apologize. He needs to make his suits waterproof” “I’ll do my best. You were the one who jumped into the pool with the suit by the way” “Do you want me to help you or not?” I was teasing my poor friend. “I’m sorry. I’m sending you the coordinates where he was last seen. Keep him busy for just two hours. I gotta go. Thanks” he hunged up. I put on a white dress, white sneakers and grabbed my camera. I was trying to seem as tourist as possible. I walked down to the lobby of the hotel and followed the coordinates of Barnes. I stopped in a flower shop to smell the roses when the florist gave me one. She was an old woman who seemed nice. I smiled and left. I was looking everything like it was the first time I saw it. A wonderful fountain where kids where dancing and playing. I took my camera trying to picture them when I saw him. A few steps from me. James Barnes was standing, looking at the children with a smile on his face. He was wearing dark clothes and a cap. I walked over him. “English?” I asked pretending I was the most clueless tourist in the entire world. He nodded “Will you take a picture of me please?” I spoke slowly and tried to sound understandable. He took the picture of me with the fountain in the background. He smiled and gave my camera back. “Thanks. Do you know where the theatre is?” I was still talking slowly and he laughed. “I’m American too. You don’t have to speak that slowly ” he laughed. “Oh god. You must think I am a fool” I hid my face behind my hands. If I stopped being an avenger, I would make a great actor. I thought. “Maybe, but a cute one” I looked up at him blushing “Come on. I’ll go with you” “That’s so nice of you. Are you here on vacation too?” I asked as we walked. “Actually yes. I’m making an European tour. I’m visiting every country” “Wow that’s amazing. I’ve just arrived and I want to see everything but it’s very hard because I don’t speak the language” he was looking at me with those eyes of his. I knew he was handsome, Nat told me, but he was damn fine. “I can help you with that. I’m staying a few days more so I can tell you places to visit” he was such a gentleman. It was obvious that he was from the 40s. “Will you come with me?” I looked at him and he smiled. “If you need me, I’ll be there” I smiled and realized where were we. “Oh god” I was astonished. It was a theater covered in good. Super old and beautiful. “My eyes never laid in something so beautiful before” “My eyes did” I could feel him looking at me when the heat flew his way to my cheeks. Did he say that for me? “I can’t believe I’m here. Have you been inside?” I turned my head to see him but I got caught with his eyes. I couldn’t stop looking at them. “I have. How about if we go inside to see a play? I believe it’s Shakespeare week. I don’t think your boyfriend would mind” What the actual fuck? “Boyfriend? Who said there was a boyfriend?” I denied the fact that I had a boyfriend and he was happier. “A pretty girl like you should have one” Oh my god. The oldest pickup line ever. I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m afraid I don’t have one. Every guy I dated broke my heart. I hope my next boyfriend is the last one. If you know what I mean ” I gave him a small smirk. “You’ll find the perfect guy. I assure you that. Come inside. Today is Romeo and Juliet” he extended me his hand and I took it. He was wearing a glove. There I remembered he had a metal arm. I had totally forgotten. “Let’s go Romeo” I joked. He sat in two seats in the back. It was the only thing we could get at last minute. He held my hand but he still had a glove. It would be suspicious if you had only one glove. The play was nice and gave me enough time to distract him and keep him busy. We went out and it was getting late. I had a message from Steve. He was in my apartment ready. “Hey” I said and he looked at me “you never told me your name” “James but everyone calls me Bucky. How about you?” He was so damn sweet. “My name is Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you James” I said smiling. “Y/N. Do you want to have dinner?” Wow he’s fast. I thought. “I’d love to! Wait. Will you accompany me to my apartment? I left my coat there and my credit card” I’m genius. “Of course. Lead the way, Ms Y/N” I grabbed him by the arm and lead the way. I’d never met a gentleman like him. Super kind and handsome. We arrived at the lobby of the hotel in silence, I felt like everyone was staring at us. I hoped he didn’t notice but he had his face covered with his cap. You could barely see his face. We took the elevator and he turned me around so I could face him. He put his lips over mine and kissed me. He tasted like strawberries. He was sweet but strong. Like strawberries liquor. I smiled against his lips and he did the same. We broke the kiss and he put his forehead over mine. His hands were cupping my face. He was a great kisser. I felt guilty because I was about to turn him into the government. He stopped before our door. “Are you alone?” He whispered. “Yeah… why?” I started panicking. “I think someone’s robbing you” he put his finger over his lips and kicked the door. I was behind him. Natasha and Steve were pointing his guns to us. “Long time no see pal” Steve told his friend. I was still behind Bucky. I don’t know how but he turned around and put me on the ground. He was choking me. I couldn’t breathe. “Who are you?! Why did you lie to me?!” He was squeezing my neck and I was turning blue. His glove broke in the palm of his hand and I could feel the vibranium cold against my neck. He was killing me. He punched me in the face, making me bleed. Steve caught him before he could hurt me even more. “She’s our best agent. She was following orders Buck. She’s not a threat, she’s a friend” Steve was forcing him to stay put. “Soldier don’t fight anymore. We’re here to protect you” Natasha was pointing at him with one hand while with the other one she was giving me water. I stood up like nothing happened to me. I had to act strong. “Sargent Barnes, she’s Natasha and he’s Steve. I believe you know them. They asked me to keep you busy until they arrived here so they could take you somewhere nobody finds you. I’m sorry if I lied but my mission was you. I’m agent Y/N Y/L/N” I walked away hearing Natasha clapping her hands.

I Know What You Are


A/N: I was going to do a Scott PoV but decided against it. If you still want me to do one, let me know. Or if you want a Part 2 lemme know (;

I hated driving at night. My eye sight wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t necessarily 20/20 either. Luckily, there were cars in front of me and I followed suit. It wasn’t until too late that I realized this was a bad idea. The car in front of me, slammed on it breaks. I tried to do the same, but I didn’t have enough time. I smashed into the car and hit my head on the steering wheel. It was all a blur after that. I saw flashes of red and blue, I heard something crash like it was glass being shattered. My body was being lifted up, and I could faintly hear someone talking. I couldn’t make it out, it was too muffled. I woke up, almost like everything I’d remembered had been a dream. My ears started working before my eyes did. I could hear rattling and a lot of yelling. I attempted to make out the words.

“…Room B…2 pints of O negative…”

At first the phrases didn’t make sense. When my eyes adjusted, there were bright lights above me bringing on a headache. I looked around and finally deduced I was in a hospital. Around me, I saw nurses pushing bloody patients on gurneys spewing medical talk to each other. I tried to push myself up, but searing pain shot up my arm. I whimpered and cringed at the discomfort. A women with long black curly hair rushed over to me.

“Alright sweetie, you’re going to have lie down.” She hushed.

“Where…where am I?” I managed.

“You’re in Beacon Hills Medical Clinic. You were in a car accident and I need you to lie down.”

“Please…it hurts.” I begged holding my arm.

“I know, honey. I’m so sorry. I can’t give you anything until a doctor takes a look at y-”

“Mom!” She was cut off by a boy with dark hair similar to hers. For obvious reasons, I had to assume it was her son. She walked to him and they talked for a moment in hushed tones. They were interrupted by another bloody body being rushed in. She left me and her son to go and help.

“No please.” I called after her although it was too late. “It hurts.” I whispered to no one. Her son came up over to me, and smiled sympathetically.

“My friend told me once, that human contact can sometimes ease pain.”

I chuckled weakly. “Is that your best pick up line?” When I looked up at him I noticed he had a crooked jawline. And despite it, he was still very handsome. He smiled again.

“Humour me?” I nodded and he took my hand in his. Almost instantly, the pain slowly drained from me. Amazed, I looked up at him and he was wincing. Pulled my arm from him and touched his shoulder.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” And he was. The pain that was displayed on his face was gone and a smile replaced it. “I must have been concentrating too hard.”

“You’re Scott, right?” I recognized him from school now that the pain was dulled. He nodded. “Where’s your sidekick?” I asked him. I was talking about his tall, gangly, and annoyingly sarcastic friend, Stiles. He was on the lacrosse team, so was Scott, although I could only remember a few times actually seeing him play.

“Home. I think.” He responded.

I chuckled. “I thought you two were joined at the hip.”

“Sometimes I think we are.” He said looking at his hands than at me.

“Y/N, honey.” Scott’s mom was back. “There’s a doctor that can see you now.” She whisked me away, before I could say good by to Scott. I had a bruise bone in my arm, and a migraine. But other than that the doctors said I was fine. They discharged me and my parents came to pick me up from the hospital. They insisted I not go to school the next day, but I didn’t want to miss any school work and I felt fine. My migraine wasn’t as intense as before, and then my mind started thinking about Scott. First, I thought about his smile. How it kind of gave me butterflies. But than, I remembered the look on his face when he was ‘taking my pain’ through human contact. I’d been in a haze at the hospital, but now with my head clear I almost thought I remember him drawing my pain out of him. Like I could see it, like his veins were turning black. All day at school I obsessed over this. I wanted to think I was crazy, that it was the pain that made me delirious. But this was Beacon Hills and on more than one occasion I could remember when I’d seen strange things. Like a couple years ago when this strange lizard man thing. During my free period, I went to the library and did some research. I spent the entire period, reading about healing and healers. But no where could I find anything about human contact healing or relieving pain. Right when I was about to give up, something caught my eye. One of the pages in a book about ancient mythical creatures. I picked up the books and read the passage.

With abilities unfathomable to man, these creatures are both dangerous and miraculous. These abilities include, but are not limited to: changing from wolf to man without the lure of the moon, enhanced hearing and smell, a wolf like eyesight able to see supernatural entities not seen by their human eyes, superhuman strength snd animalistic speed, and the ability to draw pain from animals and people a like. The extent of werewolf power is not know, and could extend further beyond anything we could imagine.

I put the book down, astounded by what I’d just read. Werewolves? They can’t be real. But, Scott had done it. I’d seen him do it. And the alterer thought was that I was crazy. The bell rang, startling me from my thoughts. I picked up my things, still lost in my thoughts. Thoughts interrupted by the sight of Scott. He was at the end of the hall way talking to Stiles and another boy from the lacrosse team, Isaac I think his name was. Before I could stop myself, I was already among them. I only caught the end of their conversation but they were talking about Scott liking a hot girl? Or maybe that he was one? I don’t know boys are weird.

“Hey, Y/N!” Stiles said awkwardly.

“Hey Stilinski.” That was his last name.

“Can we help you with something?” He snarked.

“Yeah, it’d really help if you’d go away. I need to talk to Scott.”

“Me?” Scott inquired.

“You’re names Scott right?” I laughed.

“Anything you have to say to Scott you can say to us.” Stiles debated gesturing to himself and Isaac.

I huffed, “Fine!” Stiles looked satisfied that he’d one the argument and I glared at him.

“Okay,” Scott had a curious look on his face. I couldn’t help but notice how cute he looked today. “So, what did you want to talk to me about?” He asked.

I brought my tone down a level. “I know what you are.” I whispered. Confused they all looked at me. I flushed starting to feel embarrassed that I’d even thought this was a good idea. “The other day at the hospital- and when you did the thing-” I was falling over my words. I was starting to think I was making a fool of myself, but when I looked at them all again, they all seemed uncomfortable. Like I’d said the wrong thing. And then I knew. I knew I’d been right.

“Oh my god!” I squealed. The all shushed me at the same time. “Oh my god.” I repeated in a whisper. They glanced over their shoulders ensuring no one was listening to our conversation. “Are you all werewolves?” I gushed in a whisper.

“Not him.” Isaac said pointing to Stiles.

“Thank you. Thank you for that.” Stiles said with fake sincerity.

“Oh, what are you?” I asked excitement filling me.

“Human.” Isaac answered for him with a sinister smile.

“Oh. Well I have so many questions!” I said earnestly.

“Not here.” Scott hissed as the bell rang. “After school. I’ll meet you at the Animal Clinic.”

“What’s there? You’re guys secret hide out.”

“No, I work there.” The three boys walked away leaving me confused but excited. I was going to learn about werewolves, but best of all I was going to hang out with Scott.

Imagine Chris being on your set.

A/N: Epilogue 😊 Sorry this chapter was short, and sorta…weird. I don’t know what I was writing, if I’m being honest. I was kind of just writing stuff that came to my mind, or stuff I got from my everyday life (conversations with the ever wonderful @yourenotrogers, for example) I don’t think I really had a plot, but it worked out so- onwards and upwards. 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/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5)

By the time December rolled around, pre-production was almost done. You had a few things to finalize before the shoot could start, and seeing as the shoot was schedule right after the New Year- you had a fairly busy December. You worked up until the 21st, and apologized to Chris the entire time because of how much you were missing. It didn’t help your conscience that Chris had declined his family’s invitation for the annual Disney World trip in Florida. He said it was because Jack was still a baby, but you knew it was because of your work schedule. This was the second time Chris had to pull out of the annual trip, the first time being last year when you were pregnant. You felt so bad you begged him to go and have fun, assuring him the three of you would be fine because your parents were more than happy to drive down and stay for the week. Chris laughed in your face, calling you “ridiculous” for suggesting it. He told you he appreciated the notion, but he wasn’t going anywhere without his wife and baby.

Despite how busy you were, you still had time with your family. You managed a Saturday as well as your usual Sundays where the three of you would go run some Christmas associated errands: tree decorating, gift wrapping, visiting Santa’s Village at your local mall, baking of Christmas cookies, and holiday card photographs. And after the 21st, they had your undivided attention. You all watched Christmas movies, drank hot cocoa, roasted marshmallows outside over the fire pit, dressed in matching Christmas pajamas, and just spent time together as a family.

On the morning of Christmas Eve, the four of you headed down to your parents’ place with plans to stay until Boxing Day. You were excited for Christmas as it was your favorite holiday, but you were more excited to see your older brother. He recently got engaged to the amazing Erica, the girl he’d been with for almost three years now; three years in January actually. The pressure had been on for him since you got engaged to Chris, it further increased when you had Jack. Whenever you and Chris had Donovan and Erica over for dinner, he’d complain about how much pressure your mom was putting on them to get married and have kids. She was hoping her first child would have a child of his own before her second had her second, though you and Chris assured her it was going to be awhile before that happened. Whatever pushed him to finally proposed, you were glad because Erica was as perfect for him as Chris was for you. They were yet to set a wedding date, but at least she had a ring on her finger.

New Year’s came and went as quickly as Thanksgiving and Christmas had. You and Chris actually had a good New Year’s, leaving Jack and Dodger with your parents so you could go to the Downey’s. They had a big New Year’s bash that majority of the Marvel cast and their partners attended, minus a few familiar faces who already had plans. Sebastian and Ava, Chris and Elsa, and Paul and Julie. You were hoping to see Sebastian and Ava, and were devastated when you heard they were sticking with the plan to fly out to LA when Jack turned one. It made sense, even you and Chris didn’t want to fly with Jack unless you really had to. Not only was it a huge job to fly with a baby, you didn’t think frequent flights were good for babies and their immune systems. It wasn’t long now, Jack was turning one in March meaning you and Chris were finally going to meet your godson. Likewise, Sebastian and Ava were finally going to meet theirs. As eager as you were for that to happen, you didn’t really have time to fixate on it as it was now the 15th of January and you were two weeks into your shoot.

Your main cast consisted of four people, and a dog as adorable as Dodger. Most of them were new to the industry like you were, so they made for a good, compromising team. Your leads were all a few years older than you, but they remained respectful and open minded to your direction. While it was because they were all genuinely nice people who saw your small production as an opportunity rather than a chore, it was also because they were fans. They were all fans of Chris, that was pointless to mention. But the girls were actually fans of your work, having followed you on Tumblr when you were still active and reading what was still there despite your leave. They couldn’t believe you were finally doing what you’d said you’d do, and that you actually married the celebrity you wrote about.

Said celebrity was on your set at least twice a week, offering advice where you and your cast needed. Chris being there was always reassuring, like a safety blanket that you could hide under when things got too overwhelming. He’d leave Jack with your parents, sometimes with Donovan and Erica when he visited. He never brought Jack on set because you both agreed it was too out in the open, but he did bring him in when you were working at the studio. Twice a week was the minimum, with thrice being the maximum. Chris would’ve stopped by everyday if it was allowed, but it wasn’t because that wasn’t the point of his hiatus. The point was for him to take it easy and spend time with Jack because unlike you, when he started work his job was going to take him all over the globe and not just a couple hours from home.

Today was one of Chris’ days on your set, and though he was a fountain of knowledge and advice- he was also quite disruptive. He was currently sat behind you, chatting quietly with one of your crew guys. At least, quiet was what he thought he was being. It was no wonder, during your set visits, that Anthony and Joe kept you and Chris separated while the cameras were rolling. If he was that loud with a crew guy, he would’ve been even louder with you- his fiancée at that point in time. You loved the big doof, but you really needed him to quiet down so you could finish the scene and call it a day.

“Does she actually?” Chris laughed and you sighed, yanking your headset down to your neck as you turned around. “I honestly thought she only wore the beret when-” He cut himself off when you cleared your throat. “Oh, sorry.” He winced at your deadpan expression. “Am I being too loud?”

“A little bit,” you nodded and he pretended to zip his lips shut. “Can we have silence on the set please?” You called, making sure all those who’d been chatting were now silent too. “Thank you,” you shot Chris a look; both of you tried not to smile when you said that. “Can we go back to your line, Hailey?” You quizzed and she nodded, doing as you instructed.

Chris’ smile surfaced as soon as you turned your back on him. This was not the first time you’d to remind him to be quiet, and you were both sure it wouldn’t be the last. But still, he couldn’t believe it. His wife, a director, had just told him to shut up on her set. Her set! He was so proud of you, and slightly turned on by how well you were handling the authority your new position gave you. He said he was there to help- which he was, yes. But he was mostly there to watch you work, to observe your leadership skills and ability to orchestrate a movie set. You were doing very well for a girl who said she couldn’t direct, and he was so happy to be able to point at you and say, “that’s my wife.” Every day, he grew even more proud of you.

The day’s shoot wrapped around 5:40PM. After your crew packed the equipment up, you held a small briefing about tomorrow’s shoot before you sent them home to rest and rejuvenate. You and Chris weren’t so lucky, you had to stop by the studio to gather your materials for tomorrow’s shoot before you could start the drive out to your parents’ to pick Jack and Dodger up. Only after all that were you going to get to go home. Thankfully, picking Jack and Dodger up at your parents’ place meant that you didn’t have to worry about cooking dinner; your parents made sure to provide that for their busy daughter and her supportive husband.

The location you filmed at today was on private property which meant the public couldn’t get to you. You and Chris were able to walk hand in hand to his car without security personnel leading. Tomorrow’s shoot, however, was going to have Jason Caldwell present; the security detail hired by Chris through his management team. Jason was usually only requested when Chris had a big red carpet event, or if he was taking you somewhere he didn’t think he could handle the crowd and paparazzi on his own. But now, Jason was requested whenever Chris couldn’t be on set with you. Your husband may have been fine letting you take a cab to work every morning, but he was not letting you take a cab home. He made sure Jason was always there to pick you up after work to drive you home, explaining that it saved him from worrying about you being caught by paparazzi or rowdy fan girls. After three years, despite how happy you made their idol who was your husband and the father of your child- there were still a handful of his ‘fans’ that hated every fibre of your being and wanted to see the relationship to fail. Unfortunately for them, that was never, ever going to happen.

“I almost had to kick you off my set today, Chris Evans.”

“I know, I know.” He pulled his hand from yours, doing hand gestures of every kind to overact how apologetic and grateful he was towards you. “I am just- I feel so bad about that. Really, I am so sorry. You’ve got to excuse me, I was just so nervous. But I know now that I should’ve been more respectful to you, Miss Director.” You tried not to laugh as he firmly took your hand, shaking it. “I am so sorry, thank you for being so patient with me. Really, thank you.”

“You are such a dick,” you laughed and tried to yank your hand from his, only to have him tighten his grip. “God,” you groaned and simultaneously giggled. “What on earth did I see in you, Chris Evans?” You joked, and Chris chuckled; he released your hand to wrap an arm around you, pulling you into him. “They say never meet your heroes. I should’ve listened, but no.” He squeezed you as he laughed. “I had to actively fantasize about being with you, and write fan fiction so well you had to come find me. Why?!” You looked up at the sky, shaking your fist while you exclaimed dramatically. “I asked for a Disney Prince, not this!” That made Chris laugh hard enough for him to do his signature left boob grab.

“Don’t think I don’t know you got that whole-” He shook his fist at the sky as a reference to what you just did; you stifled your laughter. “From Salma. I saw your conversation, talking about finding your Disney Princes. What, I’m not enough for you? Huh?” He pretended to bite your neck with a playful growl, making you squeal with laughter.

“You always read the parts that make me look like a total bitch, you never see the rest.” You defended yourself and he chuckled; he was very aware of the rest and reading it always made his heart swell. You’d never said a bad word about him, he was always up on a pedestal. It was fairly obvious from the way you wrote about him, even before you got to know him- he was your perfect man. Even after you got to know him and he did things that confirmed he was as he said, “a guy who does fuck up-” he was still perfect to you.

“Oh, darling. I always read the rest, I’m too curious not to.”

“Yeah, I know,” you nodded. “Which means you know I’m happy ‘cause I got-”

“Captain freakin’ America,” the two of you said in unison, then burst into laughter. “Yeah,” you sighed with a great deal of satisfaction, smiling up at your handsome husband. “I don’t need a Disney Prince when I’ve got a Super Soldier.”

“And this is why you’re my best girl,” Chris smiled, pressing his lips to your hair.

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Chapter 9 soon x


All my life, my mother has been a peddler of fantasy.

Before I was born, she opened The Mad Daughter, a specialty store for all your superstitious needs: there are wallets and cell phone cases inlaid with the wood of local trees in case you need some for knocking; there’s a wall of rabbit’s feet (supplied by the butcher next door, of course); a stand of hand-woven, lightly used brooms for new homes; jars of salt mixed with a variety of herbs line up near the rabbit feet; we have a hat rack dripping with red shoestrings; and if you break a mirror, we’ll piece it back together (which is evidence of mom’s genius – turn your back luck into good art!).

She says that her obsession started when she was a girl. As she tells it, at the age of seven, she received precisely what she’d wished for her birthday: a game called Hungry Hungry Hippos. She was more impressed that her wish – made mere moments before the gifts were brought to the table – was granted than she was with the game itself. This lead her to conduct science on every birthday thereafter, systematically wishing for things both practical and preposterous and keeping careful track of the results.

She still has her records. I’ve seen them. At the age of thirteen, she titled her journal “The Trials of Superstition” and it wasn’t until the age of sixteen that her birthday wish didn’t come true in any discernible way. Her notes on the subject are reluctant:

January 12th

Tomorrow is my birthday and so I am forced to admit that my birthday wish from last year did not come true. As the first instance of wish un-fulfillment in a decade, I think it’s safe to assume it is the outlier and my experiment still has merit.

Lord, even as a kid she was pretentious.

But birthdays are only where she got her start. Her journals are filled with accounts of every superstition the lay person has ever heard of and dozens more. There are proofs and explanations and musings about history and religion and N’Sync. So it’s really no wonder that superstition became her bread and butter.

Our bread and butter, I should say. Because I’ve been working at The Mad Daughter for ages, or, three years, part-time, if you ask the IRS.

We’re located at the corner of Acorn and 13th and we’re the hottest ticket in town around Halloween – come get your witch kits! –  and Valentine’s Day – our bones reveal who you’ll marry!

I’ve never believed a lick of it. The minute you believe things like this, they become real, and that’s a slippery slope.

But disbelief doesn’t sell brooms, so when I’m on duty, I’m all smiles and sales pitch.

Or I was until Sam.

There are a lot of things I could say about my life pre-Sam. It wasn’t simple, but it sure wasn’t complicated; it wasn’t easy, but it sure wasn’t hard; it wasn’t fake, but it sure wasn’t the truth.

There hasn’t been a lot of life post-Sam, but I know, I believe this small thing will change so much.

You know how sometimes you meet a person and suddenly you know yourself better in that moment than you did the moment before? I don’t know if that’s really a thing. It’s only happened to me the once. Where “the once” equals “Sam.”

Not to be dramatic, but Sam came in like a beam of light. It was a Saturday afternoon in November and – hang on, it started before that afternoon. It started on Halloween when my mother invited her ladies over to engage in all her favorite superstitions. They ring bells to chase away evil spirits, peel apples to see who will come into good fortune first, and write names in lemon juice on pieces of paper and toss them into a cauldron. The last is for those of us who are unwed and I’m always forced to participate.

On my turn, I pulled a piece of paper and held it over the flame of a candle until the lemon juice slowly revealed the name of my one true love: Sam.

“Sam’s a good name,” my mother said.

“Every Sam I know is good-hearted,” said one of her ladies.

“Any Sam’s in your life already, Livi?” asked another.

I shook my head and went to get more punch.

Now, back to that Saturday afternoon. I was working the desk like I always do on Saturday afternoons. There was a man staring at the rice mom spills across the threshold every day and I was preparing my stock answer on Vampire wards when he suddenly stepped aside and there she was.

Long, chestnut hair and a navy Henley.  That’s just what I remember when I stop to think about it. In the moment, all I saw was a girl that made my insides shiver.

She saw me, too, but I have no idea how she was feeling in that moment. She moved around the man still hovering over the rice and walked right to my counter where she leaned on one elbow and asked, “So, are you the Mad Daughter?”

I know I did something embarrassing like laugh – I inherited my mother’s signature ha-ha hahah oh-ha-ha laugh and it’s terrible – but I don’t remember it. I remember saying, “Oh, no. I mean, I’m the daughter of the owner, but no, no, not mad it’s actually a reference to an obscure Voltaire quote about superstitions being the mad daughter of a wise mother and my mom – ah, sorry. Can I help you find anything?”

Then she was laughing and I was thrust into some sort of existential crisis of self in which I questioned my understanding of the universe but mostly the part where I claimed to know who I was.

She was a girl. Still is. So was I. Still am. And it was for these reasons that I was completely unprepared to help her find a birthday present for her mom.

But I did. We picked out a mosaic mirror in the shape of a Tudor Rose – her mother was an Anglophile and a fan of Margaret Beaufort, so it really was perfect – and that was that.

Well, that wasn’t that. She paid with a credit card I barely noticed and before she left, she put out her hand and said, “I’m Sam.”

That was when the world stopped… And it hasn’t moved yet.

I don’t believe. I know I don’t believe that I’m destined to love a Sam simply because I pulled a piece of paper with that name scrawled in lemon juice. But my fingers close around the receipt with her name on it, Sam, Sam, Sam, and I wonder if that night was preparing me for this moment.

No, no, it wasn’t.

There is some part of me screaming “Let this moment pass!” because I cannot validate one of my mother’s superstitions. It’s a loud and deeply rooted part and it holds the rest of me in a vice as Sam takes her mirror and begins to walk away.

How can I begin to react in a moment when I’m suddenly not the person I thought I was? I should let her go. I should go home and have a long hot bath where I can relax with jasmine tea and slowly, carefully revisit the core tenants of Liv Davis and see how this new piece fits. I should take my time. Adjust. 

She reaches the doorway, crosses the rice ward, and rings the bell as she exits.

It wasn’t real, none of it is real because I don’t believe it. I won’t believe it. I – 


The door closes behind her. I can see the outline of her through the frosted window. I’ve never seen her before today, it’s possible I’ll never see her again and these few moments will be the only real thing about her.

Sam. I drop the receipt, round the counter, and rush onto the sidewalk. She’s half a block away, sunlight caught in her hair, the mirror caught on her hip. I run to catch her. “Sam!” I call.

She turns. She smiles.

“I’m Liv,” I say, and I hardly believe it, but I add, “I think we were supposed to meet.”

Imagine shopping for your incoming baby with Chris.

A/N: Helloooo, I’m back with Part 3. Here are the links to the previous parts: (‘Memory Lane - Part 1/Part 2’, ‘Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts and Baby Fever - Masterlist’) Hope you enjoy it. X

You absentmindedly tapped your red Sharpie against the table while you browsed the catalogue from ‘Baby Palace’. It was amazing how many items you’d already checked off considering you were only on the fifth page of the sixty page catalogue, no wonder Chris was in such strong agreement when you told him you were going to wait till he got back to start shopping so he could be a part of the process.

“Your iced tea, m'lady.” Chris slid your drink across the table as he sat down opposite you. You mumbled a word of thanks with your nose still stuck in the catalogue. He took a sip of his coffee then quizzed, “see anything you like?”

You looked up and pouted, “yeah.” You beckoned your head at the latte in his hand and made an audible whining sound. “Your coffee, but with a shot of vanilla syrup in there.” He chuckled in response then pouted along with you. “It’s been so long since I had coffee.”

“You know you’re allowed to have decaf, right?”

“Fuck decaf,” you said which made him laugh. “Decaf is for the weak, and I guess- pregnant but- No, if I’m not allowed to drink proper coffee then I might as well not drink it at all. It’s only a few more months, less if our little one gets excited.” You rested your hand on your bump and whispered, “please get excited.”

“Don’t listen to her,” Chris chuckled. “You stay in there until you’re ready.” You narrowed your eyes at him, pretending to scowl even though you were fighting a smile. “Do you want our son to be fully grown and healthy, or do you want him to be in an incubator because he’s premature?”

“I don’t think all premature babies go into an incubator, Chris,” you retorted with a roll of your eyes.

“Maybe not, but I think ours will if you tell him to come out three months earlier,” he countered with a chuckle. “I know being pregnant has been tough on you but- it’s only another three months, and you’re not alone anymore. Time’s going to fly by and before you know it,” he reached for your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, “we’ll have a beautiful boy and you’ll be back to your vanilla lattes.”

“You know how we discussed having a girl after this boy?”

“Yeah?” He chuckled because he knew where it was going.

“I think you’re going to have to wait awhile,” you told him, “like a few years.”

“Fine by me,” he pulled your hand to his lips. “I’m with you till the end of the line anyway.”

• • • • • • • •

You and Chris strolled down the aisles of 'Baby Palace’ with your fingers intertwined, browsing the items that could possibly be your son’s in the future. It was a lot harder than you’d both initially thought, not because you didn’t know what to buy- but because you wanted to buy everything. Chris was no help; he was a lot less restrictive when it came to shopping for his child. The only thing the two of you had any confirmation on was the fact that the room had to be Disney themed- considering how big a fan the two of you were of Disney- so there was that guideline to shop with. Currently, the two of you had about fifteen items on your registry; all of which were Disney themed: cot, sheets, curtains, cushions, and decor.

“Do you know what we should do?” Chris asked rhetorically. “We should go to Disney World in Florida and shop for the room.” You laughed at that suggestion. “What?” He chuckled. “That’s where all the magic is, we could find more there.”

“We could find a lot of Disney things there, yes, but none of it will be useful in turning that spare room into a nursery. It’s all just knick knacks and plushies, we can get those here.” You told him and he pouted. “Your son isn’t even born yet and you’re already using him as an excuse to go to Disney World,” you teased and he laughed. “You do know that all our nieces and nephews know that they’re just an excuse for you, right? Miles said, and I quote, 'he just wants to go himself, he only uses us to look like a caring uncle so he can score points with the ladies.’” You said as you tried not to laugh.

“Bullshit,” he laughed and you cracked, laughing. “Miles would never say that. He knows I love Disney World and that I go because I want to, not because they do. But he’d never say 'so he can score points with the ladies’. That’s all you, Y/N.”

“But it’s true, isn’t it?” You smirked. “You told me yourself after our first trip to Disney World together.” He chuckled, lowering his gaze and displaying his long lashes. “I still remember it very clearly, all the lies you told.” You teased, poking his side. “Everyone’s busy and my nephews want to go to Disney World, think you can do me a solid and come along?” You mocked him and he laughed. “Remember?” You giggled.

“All too well.”

• • • • • • • •

“Stay in sight!” Chris called out to Miles and Ethan as they ran ahead, leaving the two of you behind. “I’m really glad you agreed to come along.” He told you, gently swinging your entwined hands. “There is no way I could have handled them on my own, they’re such a handful.”

You raised an eyebrow at Chris’ statement because as far as you could see, Miles and Ethan were perfect little angels. Even running ahead, they kept in sight as their uncle had told them to and kept glancing back to make sure they knew where the two of you were. It was clear now- though you’d figured it out at the airport- that he had lied to you to get you to come along.

“Yeah,” you bit back your smile as you responded sarcastically, “they sure look like it.” Chris chuckled softly then winced when you added in the same sarcastic tone, trying not to laugh. “Thank God I postponed my dateline for this trip, otherwise you would’ve been in the deep end with those two trouble makers.”

“You postponed a dateline for this trip?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, chuckling. “My agent wasn’t too happy about that, but I told him that Captain America needed my help so work had to wait.” Chris winced again; the guilt was starting to pile up. “I hope they don’t take the job away from me because Martin Scorsese wanted to direct the piece and I’ve always wanted to work with him.” You continued to milk the situation because you found Chris’ facials incredibly funny. Truth was- you didn’t have to postpone anything because you’d completed your script earlier than expected.

“Oh my God,” Chris finally cracked. “I am so sorry, Y/N. I lied about Miles and Ethan being a handful, truth is- Scott actually wanted to come but I told him I wanted to take you instead but you said you had stuff to attend to this weekend so I lied to get you to come because I wanted to spend some time with you.” He rambled, not taking a moment to use punctuation or breathe. “We can get you back to the hotel to finish your script, I’ll buy you a laptop if you don’t have one-”

“Stop,” you chuckled as you moved in front of him, squeezing his hand. “I was kidding,” you told him then giggled at his lost expression. “The script’s done, I finished it last week. The stuff I had to attend to was a coffee date with my best friend who- didn’t want anything to do with me if I didn’t go to Disney World with Captain America. I’m here willingly, not missing out on anything important because-” you smiled as you admitted, “everything that’s important to me is here.”

Chris watched you intently, smiling because he had never felt at peace with his life before. It was as though since meeting you, everything the universe had planned for him had fallen into place. You gave him a new perspective on life, on love, on anything and everything you spoke of. You made him excited to get out of bed, gave him butterflies when you smiled, and made him happier than anyone or anything has ever made him. He knew you were something special when he saw you in that coffee shop, he knew after your first date that he could spend the rest of his life with you, but it wasn’t until that very moment that he was a hundred percent sure that he was irretrievably and irrecoverably in-love with you.

“I love you, Y/N,” Chris told you.

“What’s that?” You asked, your smile wider than before.

“I love you,” he said with an adorable smile, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Is that so?” You quizzed and released his hands, taking a step closer to him.

“That is so,” he chuckled. “I love you,” he repeated, placing his hands on your waist.

“For the third time, Christopher Evans,” you teased and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I’ll say it for the fourth time if you’d just tell me how you feel,” he told you and you chuckled. He was adorably chewing on his lower lip, looking more nervous than you’d ever seen him look. “I mean- I can see you smiling but you haven’t said anything…” He trailed off, wincing but still smiling.

“If you think my response will be anything other than 'I love you too’ then you’re insane,” you quipped then pressed your lips against his. He kissed you back, the smile on his face so wide it hurt. “I love you, Chris Evans.”

“And I love you, Y/N Y/L/N,” he smiled.

• • • • • • • •

“I believe that trip was the first time I said 'I love you’,” Chris recalled and you nodded, smiling. You could still remember the feeling of the butterflies when he said those three little words. “And where I bought you your first set of Mouse Ears. Still can’t believe those were your first pair,” he said with a shake of his head.

“I know, I know.” You rolled your eyes, smiling. “That’s ridiculous, Y/N. How can you come to Disney World and not get a pair of Mouse Ears? It’s not even your first time here!” You reenacted his shock word for word, making him laugh so hard you attracted the attention of other patrons. “I don’t even know how that’s my first pair because every time I go, I tell myself I’m going to get a pair but then I get so caught up with everything else- I just forget.”

“Well, aren’t you glad you met me?” He teased.

“Yeah,” you looked up at him and smiled. “Because of you, I finally own a pair of Mouse Ears which is something I’ve always dreamed of owning.” Your tone held a slight amount of sarcasm which made him chuckle. “And…” You began in a more serious tone. “Because of you, I’m having a baby.” You smiled at him and he smiled back. “I never thought I’d ever say those words, but you made me want to. You’ve changed me in ways that I’ll eternally be grateful for,” you told him.

“I could say the same to you,” he responded then kissed the top of your head. “Can I just say this on the record?” He whispered into your hair and you looked up as he pulled back, with the assumption that he was going to add to romance which was quickly crushed with, “our son is going to get a pair of Mouse Ears before he turns twenty-four.”

“Dork,” you laughed.

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