Imagine Chris being a supportive fiancé. (Part C)
A/N: Part 5C is here, wooooooo! Oh man, so excited for y’all to read this one. 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/5B)
As you walked out of the Starbucks to wait for Chris’ car to pull up, you spotted a paparazzi across the road taking photos of you. You tensed up and quickly dropped your head, wishing you’d brought your Yankees cap and sunglasses. But no, you just had to look professional for a meeting that didn’t even happen. You turned your back on the paparazzi and glanced at your phone, checking the time. You didn’t know where Chris’ meeting was or how long he was going to take, you didn’t know he was just down the road and was moments away when a car beeped at you. You turned as Daniel rolled down his window, “do you need a ride somewhere?”
“Chris is coming to pick me up,” you told him then scanned the vicinity. Your eyes caught the paparazzi happily snapping photos of you from afar and you felt like throwing up. “But he’s not here yet and there’s a paparazzi across the road and-” You huffed, knowing what kind of trouble you’d get yourself in if you got into his car. “Can you drop me at school?” You asked anyway; you couldn’t say there a second longer. “I’ll walk back to my old apartment from there.”
“Sure,” he nodded and you got into his car. You clicked on your seatbelt and he pulled away from the curb as you started to text Chris. “Tell him about the paparazzi while you’re at it, see if his management team can do some damage control before this car ride hits the front page.”
You were halfway through typing when Daniel beeped his horn and slammed on the brakes. Your body jerked against the belt across your chest and you looked up, smiling when you saw your fiancé’s car taking a park across the street. Chris got out as Daniel’s car pulled up next to the curb, waiting beside his car watching while you thanked your old professor for the help. Chris waved at Daniel as he drove away, raising a brow at you as you crossed the road.
“There was a paparazzi taking photos of me.” You explained and he sighed, feeling both guilt and empathy towards the uncomfortable situation you were constantly put in due to your being with him. “Professor Killian was at Starbucks and he offered me a ride, I didn’t know how long you were going to be.” He shook his head to let you know he didn’t care, then hugged you. “It didn’t go well, Chris.” You thought of lying, but you realized there was no point. “I didn’t even get past reception, they were all so mean.” You mumbled into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist and engulfing yourself in his warmth and comfort.
“I suspected as much,” he whispered when he kissed the top of your head. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he gently drew back, looking down at your face. “I should’ve done some research before I sent you to Geoffrey Davis, apparently he’s a bit of an asshole.”
“His receptionist is a total bitch too,” you huffed then laughed when Chris chuckled, squeezing your cheeks in his hand. “I’m glad you’re calm, I was a little afraid you’d get the Avengers to assemble.” You joked and his lips quirked in a smile. He was glad to see you weren’t taking the rejection too hard, but how could you when you had him in your life? He was perfect and capable of always making you feel better, drawing a smile from you even in your darkest days.
“Oh, I’m plotting a revenge,” he nodded and you giggled. “I’m just trying to think of something that won’t tarnish our reputation, ‘cause I think we’re better than that. But believe me, sweetheart. I am furious right now, I fighting every instinct to go in there and fuck shit up. My hand is itching to call someone higher up to kick him and his receptionist’s uptight, snobby ass to the curb.” You cupped Chris’ growing angry face in your hands, calming him down. “But I am not doing any of that because I am better than that, and like your mom would always tell you- those who whisper are scarier than those who yell.” He said and you nodded, smiling. “So screw 'em,” he grinned. “It’s their lost, you’ve got a better offer waiting.”
“Yeah,” your eyes narrowed in confusion, “what do you mean by that? What did you mean when you texted 'someone wants your story’? What story?” You asked and he bit back his smile, beckoning you into the car with his head. “Why can’t you just tell me now?” You chuckled as you walked around to your side of the car. “Where are we going, Chris?”
“Your old apartment,” he answered, pulling his car away from the curb and making a U-Turn. “I texted Seb and Ava to meet us there, I have a feeling you’re going to want your best friend around when you hear the great news.”
• • • • • • • •
“Oh my God!” Ava screamed, jumping up and down excitedly when the words 'the head of production at Sony Pictures said she’d buy our love story’ left Chris’ mouth. “Y/N!” She grabbed you by the arms and continued jumping, forcing you to do the same jump. You jumped, but there was no excitement as you were still trying to process what Chris had just said. “This is amazing, someone wants to buy your story!”
Chris smiled as he watched your best friend flip out over the news, but his smile faltered when he saw the expression on your face. Or rather, lack of expression, which worried him a little. Were you not happy with the news? Did you not hear him properly, or did you not understand what he’d just said? Were you upset because he went behind your back? Why weren’t you reacting like Ava did? You’d always told him about how you wanted your mini series to become something, and while that particular one wasn’t becoming something- Emilia still wanted a story similar to that; a romance that involved you and him. You should’ve been flipping out too, a big production company basically wanted a spin-off of your mini series; a dramatic, enticing, realistic, life-like experience that you would have no problem writing and nailing considering it was the last three years of your life.
“Oh wow, that is amazing,” Sebastian grinned. “Congratulations, Y/N.” He said and both he and Ava hugged you, you hugged them back with eyes narrowed at Chris. You were still confused as to what Chris had done, though shocked was the more appropriate word. “This must be a dream-” Before he could even finish his sentence, you interrupted.
“Chris, can I speak with you in private?”
“Uh oh. That’s not uh…” Ava pressed her lips together and took Sebastian’s hand; he had his lips tightly pressed together too. “That’s not a tone you want to stay for.” You heard her whisper to her boyfriend as she led him down the hall. The second her room door close, the conversation started with a serve from Chris.
“I don’t understand, Y/N,” Chris looked slightly hurt by your reaction. “I thought you’d be happy.” You sighed and sat down on the couch, patting the empty spot next to you. “I know I went behind your back,” he began, sitting down where you’d told him to. “But I did it with good intentions, you didn’t believe in your mini series and I-”
“No, stop. Stop, Chris.” You hushed him, taking his hands. “Baby, I’m not mad and I don’t need an explanation. I know you did it for me and I am very, very grateful. I just-” You sighed and he tilted his head, brows furrowed with confusion. “I don’t want to write about us,” you explained and his confusion increased; what had you been doing for the past almost three years? “Not with the truth, Chris,” you shook your head. “It’s too personal, I don’t want to share details of our relationship with the public. I don’t want-” You corrected yourself, “I can’t write about us.”
It suddenly dawned on him that you were right. He was so excited about the possibility of you achieving your dream, he didn’t think about the consequences paired with the decision he’d left you with: sell out your relationship for international success. You were right to decline, smart- unlike him. If you were to write about the relationship, about how the two of you met and became a couple and fell in-love- the world would be allowed inside your personal relationship. They would know everything that happened; your whole relationship’s intricacies. He didn’t want to share that with anyone- how you met, your friendship, when you fell in-love, the letter he wrote you, the notebook you wrote him. Those memories created together were yours to keep, not for the whole world to watch, relive, and criticize. It was too special, you were too special.
“I um…” He withdrew his hands and leaned back against the couch. “How did I not think of that?” He mumbled to himself, swallowing. “I am so sorry, Y/N,” he turned to you and you gave him a small smile. “I should have never gone behind your back, we should’ve talked about this before I- I fucked up, I am so sorry.”
“Hey, no,” you placed a hand on his knee. “You didn’t do anything wrong, you were just being a supportive fiancé.” He managed a small smile; he could’ve done that all day. “I know you want me to become something big, but I can’t use our relationship as a step towards that. How we got together, our love story? It is a great story, but it’s ours.” He nodded, playing with your hands. “I knew this would happen, that’s why I didn’t want to pitch the mini series.”
“But then I decided to be a smart-ass and went behind your back.” He pursed his lips and you chuckled softly. “So now you and our love story- you are both on the radar.” You narrowed your eyes and prompted an explanation with your facials. “Emilia wants the story, she thinks it could be an international success considering it’s the kind of love story every fan girl dreams of.” You felt your heart ache; you didn’t want to sell out your relationship, but international success sounded so good. “She’ll want first grabs, but she’s very particular when it comes to telling a story right. If you don’t like her, she’s got a few friends over at Warner Brothers and Twentieth Century Fox and- I don’t know, a few places, that she can get to meet with you.”
“Would she be willing to see my other pieces?”
“Yes,” he nodded and you smiled, then sighed when he said, “but not before she tries to convince you that our love story is the story you need to tell first. Look-” He cut himself off, sighing, because he was conflicted too.
Chris wanted you to find success, he needed you to achieve that dream of becoming a renowned screenwriter so he could achieve his dream of marrying you. But getting married wasn’t the only reason he wanted you to do this, he believed in you and your ability to create and inspire. Your love story was amazing, and if something as unrealistic and perfect as your mini series had the power to touch the hearts of those who read it…Wouldn’t a more realistic love story, one that had flaws like every other relationship in the world- wouldn’t it touch more hearts? Wouldn’t it teach better lessons, like how one should take a chance and not settle when it came to love? Were the two of you being protective, or selfish if you didn’t share that lesson with the world?
“Why don’t we just meet with Emilia and hear what she wants?” He suggested and you shook your head. “Y/N-” he huffed. “I know, I don’t want to let people into our relationship either. But this is a huge opportunity for you, this is a path you’ve been searching for. Are you telling me that now that we’ve found it, you don’t want to walk it?”
“I’m not going to walk it if it means I have to sell out our relationship, Chris.” Both your agitated tones meant that it was starting to become a bit of a fight. “I want success, yes. But I don’t want success like this,” your eyes started to sting as tears filled them. “I told you, I don’t need to be a famous screenwriter to be happy. I have you and-”
“What are you so scared of?” He reached for your face and brushed away the tears rolling down your cheeks. “We’re just meeting with her, we can discuss how we want to go about it. You’re the writer, the creative director- you can change it, you don’t have to write our relationship word for word. She just wants a story like ours, not our story exactly.”
“No,” you shook your head, sniffling.
“What are you so scared of, baby?” He asked again. After two and a half- almost three years of knowing and being with you, he knew it was fear stopping you for taking up the biggest opportunity of your life. Fear of what, however, he couldn’t tell. It was more than just not wanting to sell out your relationship with him because like he said, as the writer- you had control over what you wanted in the story. “Talk to me,” he gently urged. “Let’s work it out.”
“What if it becomes too much for you and you don’t want to be with me anymore?” You asked and started crying even harder. Chris frowned then chuckled softly as he hugged you, stroking your hair. “I don’t want you to hate me, Chris. This is our relationship I’m going to be writing about, you are an incredibly private person and-” You choked on your tears, sniffling. “I don’t want to lose you,” you mumbled as you wrapped your arms tightly around him.
“You are not going to lose me,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “Never ever,” he drew back and cupped your face in his hands. “Do you hear me? Never ever, not even if it becomes too much because you are the person I need when it becomes too much.” You managed to chuckle even through your tears. “I want this for you and I trust you to go about it the right way, you are just as private as I am- I have no doubt you’ll write carefully and brilliantly. International success, Y/N,” he reminded you and a small smile played on your lips. “I can’t ask you to give that up, what if it becomes your biggest regret and you don’t want to be with me anymore?” He teased your concern, dragging your smile wider.
“My biggest regret will be not marrying you as soon as possible,” you leaned forward and kissed his lips. He smiled, thumbs brushing your wet cheeks as he kissed you back. In the hallway, Ava and Sebastian high-fived because they’d heard the whole conversation after pretending to enter her room by closing the door loudly.
“So?” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and held it up for you. “Are we doing this? Are we going to call Emilia?” You nodded and he started to dial, only to have you stop him. “What?” He narrowed his eyes when you took it from him. “I thought you said you wanted to do this?”
“I do,” you nodded, smiling. “But not before I marry you.” Tears welled in both your eyes simultaneously; Ava and Sebastian silent screamed at each other in the hallway. “It’s June now, and we’ve always said we wanted a September wedding so…” You trailed off, hoping he’d catch your drift. “I know it’s a lot of work to do in a fe-” He pounced on you, kissing you as you both fell back onto the couch.
“WE’RE GETTING MARRIED!” Sebastian and Ava jumped out of the hallway, cheering. You and Chris broke the kiss and turned to them, laughing. “We have so much to do,” Ava told you. “Holy crap, I’m the maid of honor so I have so much to do. Oh my God oh my God, Y/N-” She started towards you only to have Sebastian catch her wrist in his hand. “What are yo- No…” She breathed when Sebastian descended to one knee, pulling a small black box out of his back pocket.
“Oh my God,” you gasped, feeling your smile reach your eyes.
“Fuck yes, Sebastian Stan!” Chris whooped, chuckling when he brushed your gaze.
“I know I haven’t exactly been vocal about marriage, but I think we both know I didn’t have to be because everyone knows you are the love of my life and marriage was always in the picture.” Ava chuckled nervously, vision blurring as she looked down at the love she thought she’d never get. “These two years- they’ve been life changing. Every day I spend with you, I realize there is no one I’d rather spend the rest of my life with.” He opened the little box, revealing the most beautiful princess cut diamond ring from Harry Winston. “I told Chris I’d propose when he decides to get married, so thank God he decided today because- I don’t think I can wait any longer to be engaged to the most amazing, beautiful, and talented girl I’ve ever met. So will you-”
“Yes,” Ava nodded vigorously. “Yes, Seb, yes.” Sebastian smiled wider than he’d ever smiled before as he slipped the ring onto Ava’s finger. “Oh my God,” she helped him to his feet and they shared a very lovely, post-engagement glow kiss. You and Chris both smiled at each other; he got off you and onto his feet, pulling you to yours. “I love you, Sebastian Stan,” Ava whispered, resting her forehead against Sebastian’s.
“Oh my God, here comes the tears.” You said as you and Chris walked over to the newly engaged, hand in hand. Chris chuckled, squeezing your hand; he was trying not to start crying himself. “We’re getting married,” your shaky voice reconfirmed with Ava when she turned to you. “Oh my God,” you both pulled away from your partners to hug each other, “congratulations, babe. You deserve all the happiness in the world.”
“This happened because of you,” she reminded you and you chuckled. “Thank you for everything.”
“Thank you for finding me on Tumblr four years ago,” you smiled at her as the two of you broke the hug. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t. I wouldn’t be here, that’s for sure.” She smiled, squeezing your hands. “I love you,” you chuckled, hugging her again. “God, I love you.”
“Save that love for Chris,” she chuckled when she saw Chris roll his eyes, pretending to be annoyed. “Or should I say, your husband in three months.” You pulled away from Ava and rejoined Chris’ side, smiling at him when he wrapped an arm around you. “Speaking of,” she turned to Sebastian. “It’s our turn to have a long engagement, I don’t how long but definitely way after their wedding.” Ava said and Sebastian nodded, chuckling in agreement. “There is simply too much to do,” both their gazes fell back on you and Chris, smiles on both their faces, “for the lovely future Mr. and Mrs. Evans.”
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