This Is Me

You managed to get through your first day as an agent’s assistant without any major hiccups. You answered the phone, replied to emails, pre-read prospective scripts for your clients. As the last few minutes ticked by, you began to gather your belonging from your desk and wave goodbye to your new boss and fellow co-workers. As you leave the building, you feel a huge sense of relief rush over your body. You dig out your headphones from that morning and carefully plug them back into your phone as you make your way back to the tube station.

The journey back home was fairly simple. The usual rush of people making their ways back to the warmth of their homes, the usual suffocating feeling you get when everyone rams themselves onto the already packed carriage but the unusual sense of pride warms you as you go. Reflecting on the days events fills you with joy, you’re finally doing what you have already wanted to do. And to top it off, meeting the ever so handsome Mr Egerton had also made it an excellent first day.

As you fumble around in your bag to collect your keys you notice your phone beginning to vibrate and your familiar ring tone runs through your headphones into your ears disrupting your music. You press accept on your phone and place it back in your pocket; “Hello, Megan speaking.” You huff as you struggle to get your door unlocked.

“Oh, hi. Is this a bad time?” You instantly recognise the rich tones on the other side of the phone just as you manage to open the door.

“No, no! I’m just arriving home.” You assure him as you close the door behind you and place your bag down. “How may I help you?” You try to calm the butterfly feeling gathering in your stomach.

“Lindy said that you had some more scripts arrive at the office for me to read today, I was wondering if you would be able to drop them off at my flat tomorrow afternoon? It would do me a huge favour.”

You gather your thoughts and realise the scripts you had been reading earlier that day had been for him. “Oh, um, of course…” you manage to say.

“Wonderful, thank you so much Megan. I’ll text you over the details. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He finished before ending the call.

You peel your headphones out of your ears and look at yourself in the mirror. “Keep it professional Megan!”

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The next morning you complete your usual routine and head back out to the office. Upon arriving at work, you scan your new work card to open the door and head straight to your desk.

“Ooo someone looks fancy this morning.” You turn to see James sat at his desk next to yours.

“Good Morning to you too.” You giggle in response. “I thought I would make an effort, new job and everything…” You start to turn your computer on and set up for the day as you feel your phone vibrate on the desk in front of you. ‘See you this afternoon. T x’ You smile to yourself and quickly type back ‘See you later :)’

You turn to see James furrowing his brows trying to suss you out. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact you’ve been given the task of dropping those scripts off to a certain somebody, would it?”

You feel the blood rush up to your cheeks, was it really that obvious? “Oh please! I’m a professional, I wouldn’t dare to go there with a client.” You couldn’t tell if you were trying to assure him or yourself.

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The morning whizzed past and before you knew it, it was time to gather your things and call an Uber. You wished James a goodbye and popped you head into your bosses office to alert her of your whereabouts. She nodded and said her goodbyes. And with that you picked up the manuscripts and headed out towards the Uber.

As you sat in the Uber and watched the city centre fade away into a more rural side of London; you felt the air conditioning in the car tickle your skin making a shiver run down your spine. You bit you lip in anticipation as you watched the car slowly pull up outside the address you had provided. You looked up at the contemporary but sweet building in front of you. You thanked the driver and headed out the car and towards the door of the building.

As you were gathering your thoughts and about to knock, the door flew open which made you jump. “God sorry! I didn’t mean to make you jump. I saw the car and I knew it would be you.” Taron apologised and smiled trying to make you feel safe.

“Please come in.” He stepped out the way of the door inviting you into his home. You took a step in as your eyes darted around the open plan apartment. Everything was modern and bright. “I was just finishing my lunch, did you want anything?” He asked as he walked through to the kitchen, leaving you enamoured by the apartment and his warm presence.

“A tea would be amazing, thank you.” You replied, slowly following him through to his kitchen. The kitchen was pristine and inviting. You could only dream of owning an apartment of this size. Your eyes watch Taron dart around his kitchen making you both teas. You glanced over to his lunch sat waiting on the table.

“Let me do that! You should finish eating.” You placed your bag down and walked over to where he was standing waiting for the kettle to boil. “Just let me know where everything is and you can just supervise.” You asserted.

“If you’re sure?” He placed his hand on the base of your back as he questioned you. You felt a wave of pleasure surge though your veins at his touch. You just about managed to nod and force a reassuring smile as the kettle dinged alerting you that it had finished boiling.

“I’m very sure! Go! I can do this, trust me! It’s part of the job.” You pour the boiling water over the delicate tea bags sat waiting in the mugs. “Keep calm and love Colin Firth?” You laugh and turn to Taron. “What is this?” You try to contain your laugher as you hold the mug you to show Taron, as if he hadn’t seen it already.

Taron’s cheeks blushed red, “It was a present. A joke present. I swear, I’m not that strange!” He tried his best to convince you.

“I think it’s hilarious!” You finish pouring the milk into the mugs, give them a quick stir and then brought both the mugs over to the table Taron was sat on. “I’m going to give myself the pleasure of drinking out of this mug.” You said as you sat opposite an embarrassed Taron. You watched his eyes dart awkwardly around the room trying to avoid eye contact. You could sense he was embarrassed.

“I’ve got your scripts for you.” You announce as you pull out several blocks of paper and place them down on the table in-between Taron and yourself. “I think we have some good ones here, I especially liked Robin Hood. And I know what you’re thinking, but I think it could be fun! They want to do a modern twist on it and they’re very interested in seeing you.” You watch Taron open the first page of the script and flick through a few scenes.

“I trust you, if you think it’s a good script then I will read through it tonight.” He said and looks you sweetly in the eyes. “How was your first day? Are you enjoying it?”

“Oh it’s wonderful. I’m excited to get going and making myself more at home.”

“I think you’re going to fit in perfectly. I’m looking forward to having you around.”

You bite your lip gently and look down. “Thank you. I’m looking forward to it too.”

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The rest of your afternoon with Taron went quickly and before you knew it, you’re back at your flat. You sat on the sofa and unzip your boots with a wide smile plastered on your face. You think back to the events of the last 48 hours and shake your head.

You spent the rest of your evening checking in with family and friends informing them of the events of the last few days. Just as you climb into bed you feel your phone vibrate on the mattress next to you.

Hello one and all. This is the first Fanfiction I have written in about 10 years so please excuse any mistakes. Any feedback is really appreciated! I wrote this super quickly after a sudden burst of inspiration.

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This was it. Today was your first day working at United Agents.  Working in casting was something you had always dreamed of and today it was finally happening. A smile appeared on your face as you stretched your arms, waking you from your slumber. The warm glow of the sun peaked through the side of your curtains alerting you that the day was starting. You slowly peeled the warm duvet off your body feeling the chill in the air hit your skin. As you place your feet on the floor below you, you reassure yourself that today was going to be the start of something special.

You slowly but surely leave your bedroom and enter the bathroom just down the hall. You shut the door and turn the shower on. As you wait for the shower to heat up you take a glance at yourself in the mirror. You smile feeling the excitement build within your stomach. You take a moment to close your eyes and take a deep breath and then begin to disregard your pyjamas and enter the shower. 

The feeling of hot water pouring over your body makes you feel alive. You squeeze a generous amount of your body shop shower gel into the palm of your hand and slowly massaging it into your skin, the smell of the grapefruit gel fills your senses. You quickly pick up your razor and glide it over your legs. Once complete, you pick up the face wash and cleanse your face. You then turn off the shower allowing the residue of water to drip off your body.

You climb out of the shower and wrap a soft towel around your body making you feel safe. You unlock the bathroom door and plod down the hall back into your bedroom. Once in your room,  you find the clothes you had laid out the previous evening.  You had decided on a simple black turtle neck top and a black and white floral midi skirt which would be completed with a simple set of black heeled ankle boots later.

You go over to your drawers and select your under garments which are carefully placed onto your body which are then followed by the black turtle neck and then the skirt. You pick up your hairbrush and comb through your bed hair. Once brushed, you decide to keep your hair natural. You then apply a thin layer of make up to compliment your natural beauty.

You then head down into the kitchen and make yourself a small bowl of cereal and a cup of tea to wake you up as you read through your emails making sure that you had everything for your first day.

A few moments later, after completing your morning routine, you grab your bag and double check everything was inside. Once assured you placed the bag over your shoulder and picked up the keys left on the side. Taking one last glance at yourself in the mirror you run your hands over your skirt and nod in approval.

After locking the door behind you, you plug your headphones in and select Spotify on your phone. You press play on Spotify’s Daily Mix as you walk to the nearest tube stop which was only a 5 minute walk from your apartment. It was a pleasant walk to the tube station, taking in the sharp air around you. You scan your oyster card at the barrier and head down to the tube platform just as a tube was arriving. The tube itself was just as crammed as it always was at rush hour.

You clamber on and hold your bag tightly to your body as you keep your head down listening to your tunes.

As you reach your stop, you smile politely and careful make your way off the packed tube. The office was only a short walk from Piccadilly Circus station. You quietly hum along to the songs as you walked, quickly reaching the office. You take your headphones out and place them into your bag as you press the intercom and wait for a reply. A fuzzy sounding voice appears from the little silver intercom box, “United Agents, how may we help you?”.

You press the button and reply, “Hello, this is Megan. It’s my first day, I’m Lindy Kings new assistant.”

You heard the buzz of the door automatically open. You grab the door handle and head into the building. You are instantly welcomed by a tall slim gentleman. “Hello Megan, welcome to United Agents. I’m James, it’s lovely to meet you. I’m going to be showing you the ropes a little whilst Lindy is in a meeting.”

You feel a sense of relief rush over your body. “Thank you. It’s great to meet you too.” You reply as you enter the main office space. You take in the open plan office with a small number of desks and a large glass wall in which you can see into each separate office.

After a small tour of the office, James walks you over to your new desk. “So this will be your desk, do whatever you would like with it.” He encourages. “This is Lindy’s office.” He points through the glass wall to your bosses office. You glance through to see a warm blonde lady smiling and conversing with what you can only assume is a client. You thank James as he heads off to his desk only meters away. You let out a sigh and place your bag on the floor as you pull out the desk chair and make yourself at home.

You attention is caught when you notice your boss and her client standing and leaving the office. A breath gets caught in your throat when you notice who her client is. You attempt to stay composed as they leave the office and head into your direction. You smile and raise from your seat to greet them.

“Ah Megan! It’s wonderful to see you! I want to introduce you to one of our clients, this is Taron.”

You try to hide the blush that appears on your cheeks as you catch eye contact with the handsome gentleman that stands before you.

“Hello Megan, it’s lovely to meet you.” He beams and places his hand out for you to shake. You look down at his hand and pray to the gods that your hands aren’t clammy before you shake his hand politely.

“It’s lovely to meet you to Taron.” you reply finally giving into his intense eye contact. You knew that meeting and working with ‘celebrities’ was apart of the job but you haven’t expect it to happen so soon.

“Well, I better get going. It was lovely to meet you Megan. I hope we bump into each other again.” He announces and sends a warm smile your way as Lindy escorts him out of the office.

You take a deep breath and sit back down into the chair beneath you. You continue to watch as they head towards the entrance. Just as you’re about to stop staring you notice Taron turn to glance in your direction. You catch his eye and feel a familiar warm sensation creep over your body.

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 5,881

Warnings:  Swearing, Fluff and Smut (Unprotected Sex, wrap it before tap it)

Ratings: NC-17 (Explicit)

Summary: After your grandparents pass away, you find out they leave everything to you, including a large sum of money.  Deciding to take the advice of your grandparents, you live your life to the fullest; which means moving to Boston and bumping into Chris Evans.

The grand opening of “Bean There, Read That” could only be described as one word: successful.  You knew, deep down that it really helped bring in more people since Chris was on hand for autographs and photographs; but you didn’t care.  He was your loving, compassionate, caring boyfriend who honestly did you a favor, and you loved him even more.

The achievement that you accomplished with your shop was something you would never forget.  Little kids came up to hug at your legs; parents stopped by to shake your hand and congratulate your new business, saying how excited they were to have a new book and coffee shop in town.  

Summary: Your past with Chris catches up with you.

A/N: Can’t say more than that or it gives stuff away! 😂 Taglist is open, if 

you want to be added let me know 💕

Summary : You used to babysit Jacob when he was younger and had the biggest crush on his dad, Andy. But being in High school at the time, you knew it was just a stupid fantasy that could never happen. Now, six years later, you were visiting your hometown while on winter break. Once you found out the news about Jacob, you knew you had to go check up on them. But things take a turn when you find yourself alone with Andy Barber.

A/N : I have fallen in love with Andy and can’t stop thinking about him. Hope you all enjoy it!!

“I can’t believe this.” You said, sitting across from one of your old high school friends.

“Yeah, it’s so crazy. Didn’t you used to babysit Jacob?” Aria asked.

You could only nod, not knowing what to say.

Suddenly, memories ofJacob flooded your mind. You remembered his sweet innocent smile, and his contagious laugh. Babysitting him never felt like a job. He was easy going and loving. You couldn’t believe he could ever hurt anyone.

“Well I should get going.” She said. “It was nice catching up. Should do this again.”

“Definitely!”

When you arrived back into town, you were so excited to see everyone and be home. But this wasn’t what you had in mind.

The Barber’s were the picture perfect family. The type of family you always wished you had.

A part of you envied Jacob. He had two amazing parents who loved him with everything they had, and the other part envied Laurie. That woman had it all. The job, the house, and especially the dreamy husband.

Andy was definitely your teenage crush. He was all you ever thought about. But being sixteen, you knew it was nothing more than a fantasy.

You sat at the diner for a long moment, before you heard murmurs behind you, speaking about Jacob, pulling you out of your head.

Just then, you knew you had to pay them a visit.

As you pulled up to the familiar house, your stomach churned. It was less inviting than before. Almost like it were haunted.

The picture perfect image, was now gone.

You made you way to the door, heart pounding faster with every step. You weren’t sure why you were nervous, since you have been there hundreds of times before, but this time was different.

Gently, you knocked on the wooden door. The nerves building up inside of you, as you stood there, waiting for an answer.

Andy was startled by the sound, muting the tv he waited for it again. Maybe it was all in his head?

A few seconds later, you knocked again.

He let out a sigh, before groggily propping up to his feet.

Looking through the peephole, he could only see the back of your head. Not knowing exactly who it was, he hesitantly opened the door.

In that moment, you snapped your attention back and met his tired, ocean like eyes. Seeing him there, you were instantly reminded why you liked him so much in high school.

Not much had changed, except for a few crinkles around his eyes. But other than that, he was still handsome as ever.

He couldn’t believe it was you. It had been so long, he almost didn’t recognize that it was you.

“H-Hi, Mr. Barber.” You stammered.

“Wow, Y/N! Is that really you?” He asked, a bit surprised. “I-I can’t believe it—it’s been how many years?”

“Six.” You chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m just visiting for the weekend, and thought I’d stop by. Catch up and what not.”

You weren’t sure if you should bring up the case. He looked exhausted, defeated even. You didn’t want to make thingns worse.

Andy wasn’t sure if you had heard about the news or not, but he was in need of a distraction. Something to get his mind off of everything, even if for just a little while.

He stepped off to the side, holding the door open and motioned for you to come in.

You flashed a soft smile and obliged.

The house had a few changes. Little tweaks here and there. The walls had some new photos hanging, and the couches were different. But it still reminded you of The Barber’s. Which felt nice since they were a big part of your life.

“Want something to drink?” He asked, making his way over to the kitchen.

“Water please.”

A soft chuckle escaped him but he didn’t say another word.

“Are Jacob and Mrs. Barber here?”

Andy swallowed hard after those names rolled off your tongue. If only you knew how bad it was, you wouldn’t have asked.

“They—um—they stepped out. Won’t be back for a while.” He said. Dancing around from telling you that in all actuality, they were at Jacob’s therapy session.

In that moment, you realized you were alone with Andy. Alone with the man you secretly wanted in high school.

Suddenly, you were even more nervous than before.

“O-oh.” You exhaled. “S-Should I come back later?”

He furrowed his brows and shook his head. “No, no. It’s fine.” He said. “I could really use some company. Besides, I want to know how you’ve been! You’ve grown up since the last time I saw you.”

And man, did he notice how much you’ve grown.

He had always thought you were beautiful, but never thought to cross the line. It was unethical. And he would never do anything to make you feel unsafe.

But here you were, no longer a girl in high school. He couldn’t help but notice the curves of your legs under your skinny jeans, and the way you lightly bit on your lower lip. It was something he never noticed before until now.

Now you were in your third year at Stanford. You’ve had boyfriends, and been to parties. Even had some crazy stories of your own.

The girl Andy remembers is all grown up. And you were mesmerizing.

His eyes lingered on you, as he took another sip of his beer. You could feel your stomach flutter.

“Yea, last time you saw me, I was about to start my senior year.” You chuckled. “Though it feels like it was just yesterday, I am now half way through my third year at Stanford.”

Andy flashed a smirk, crossing his arms over his chest, taking a seat on the couch.

You were sitting across from him, playing with the rim of the glass.

“That’s really something, Y/N.” He said. “I’m really happy for you.”

The two of you went on, filling in the past six years. Making each other laugh over little embarrassing moments, and awkward stories you had encountered through out your time away.

It was so refreshing for Andy to talk about something that wasn’t about the Murder case.

For a moment, he had almost forgot what it was like to genuinely have a conversation with someone.

Not feeling forced into smiling or having to come up with something to keep the convo going. It was easy, flowing as if you were two best friends.

Even back in high school, you two seem to connect in that sense. Nothing ever felt force. Part of the reason why you fell for the guy.

“Mr. barber, what is—“

“Please call me Andy.” He said cutting you off.

With the way he said his own name, and how he held your gaze, your stomach fluttered immensely, it was becoming a bit hard to concentrate.

“A-Andy.” You said, making him flash a smile. “What is one thing you remember most about me?”

He paused for a moment to think back from years ago. There were so many memories that stood out. Like the one where you two stayed up playing monopoly with Jacob.

But with what was happening right now, he decided to stay with something light hearted.

“I remember you were a big fan of that boy band—what was it, That direction or—“

“One Direction.” You cringed at the memory. “Yeah, wasn’t my proudest moment, but you got to admit they had some great hits!”

“Eh, if you’re into that kind of stuff.”

“I’m sorry, not everyone is stuck in the eighties like you old man.” You teased.

Andy belted our into laughter, his cheeks were hurting from smiling so much. “The eighties were the best!” He cackled. “Besides, I was born in the eighties.”

“Exactly. Old man.”

“Okay. Well, I’m still young at heart, so does that make me cool yet?”

You thought for just a moment, and then shrugged. “If you can name a song from today, I’ll consider it.”

Every time your eyes met, you almost forgot to breathe. And every time he smiled, you swore you felt your heart skip a beat. Here you were again, swooning over him.

But he’s married. And his son is suspected of murder. What the hell were you thinking?!

For a while, you were both caught up in the conversation, you didn’t realize how long you had been there,

Three hours.

“Damn. I can’t believe it’s been that long.” You chuckled. “Who would’ve thought talking to an old man would be so interesting.”

Andy tilted his head back and let out a genuine laugh.

“The older you get, the more stories you have.” He winked. “But on a serious note, I’m glad you stopped by.”

You flashed a smile, walking over to the door with Andy behind you.

“Me too.” You said. “I really missed you.”

Andy cocked a brow, his lips slightly twitching into a smirk.

“I—I mean missed being back here. Feels like old times.”

The two of you stood by the front door, your eyes glanced away, while his stayed on you. The feeling of his gaze made you hot.

Andy wasn’t sure what was happening or why he couldn’t stop thinking what he was thinking. But the longer he stood there, staring at you from you legs to your waist, all the way up to your lips, part of him began to feign for you. Wanting to feel you against him, and taste you.

It were as if he craved you, and having you dangle in front of him, it drove him crazy.

You hesitantly glanced up and met his gaze. And damn, with those alluring eyes of his, you weren’t able to move an inch, let alone, remember to breathe.

Andy couldn’t take it anymore. The tension was beginning to be too much, and all he cared about, all he wanted to do in that very instant was to kiss you. To feel something again. To feel you.

Without taking a second to think about it, he swiftly stepped closer to you and closed the distance.

The moment his lips pressed against yours, chills covered you completely. It didn’t take you long to motion back and give into him, running your hands through his hair, as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

It was so intoxicating, you were high from it all.

The way his tongue danced along yours, and the way his teeth bit on your lower lip, your thigh clenched, yearning to feel more of him. To feel him press into you, pounding you. Just the thought made a soft moan escape out from your mouth.

The sound of you only made Andy crave you more. His only desire was to take you, right there.

Until footsteps neared and the sound of keys jingle caught your attentions.

Immediately, the two of you parted, trying to catch your breaths.

Andy had wiped his mouth, trying to seem less suspicious while you fixed your hair and stood across from him.

Before the door opened, you shared a glance, immediately feeling guilty.

Laurie was startled when she saw the two of you standing by the door. He brows were scrunched until she realized it was you.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N, you’re all grown up!” She said taking you for a tight hug.

Both you and Andy locked eyes again. This was it, the moment you realized, you were going to hell.

Jacob walked in to the house and flashed a cheeky grin, excited to see you.

When you saw how tall he was and how much he had grown, you were shocked and sad at the same time.

“Y/N!”

Your eyes slightly widened. “Jacob! You’re voice isn’t squeaky anymore! And—and you’re tall!”

He let out a chuckle, and shrugged. “Guess that’s what puberty does to you.”

“Guess so.” You smiled.

Standing there, seeing him after all these years, you still can only see the little boy you use to babysit. The little boy who loved to play board games and tag.

It broke your heart knowing that he was going through this. They all were.

“A-are you staying or—?” Jacob asked.

You shook your head and sighed. “No, I was just about to leave. I’m only here for the weekend, so I’m trying to make my rounds.”

His smile faltered and he glanced down. “Oh, okay.”

You couldn’t help but feel bad. Jacob was still a kid. Still that same little boy. And you were sure, I’m this town, no one was giving him the time of day. No matter what the truth was.

Everyone is so quick to point fingers and they don’t care about what he was going through.

“How about tomorrow I come over and we play monopoly, how does that sound?”

His eyes lit up almost instantly. “That would be cool.” He said. “As long as I get to be the hat.”

“Like always.” You chuckled. “Deal.”

Jacob waved and made his way upstairs. Laurie flashed a soft smile, her eyes looking as tired as Andy’s.

“I should get to bed too.” She said softly. “It was really nice seeing you again Y/N.”

Laurie gave your hand a little squeeze just before heading up to her room. Not once giving Andy the time of day. You were able to sense some tension there but didn’t say a word.

You swallowed hard, it was just the two of you. Again.

“I should go.” You said. “It was really nice to see you.”

Andy reached for your hand, pulling you to face him. Part of him wishing he could kiss you again, but the other part knew he shouldn’t.

“We need to talk about what happened.” He whispered.

Everything was just so complicated but with you, you made everything feel at ease. Like nothing could go wrong . It was hard to explain but being with you, everything felt right.

“There’s nothing to talk about. It was a mistake. It won’t happen again.”

And with that, you pulled out of his grasp and made your way to your car. His eyes lingered on you the entire time until you weren’t visible anymore.

He hated himself in that moment. And not because he kissed you, but because he wanted to do it again. He wanted to feel more of you.

Andy realized that the girl he really wanted, wasn’t his wife. The girl he needed, isn’t the woman sleeping on his bed tonight. And for that, he knew he screwed up.

Summary: You’re in a tough spot with your boyfriend, but a random Disney duet with your neighbor may be exactly what you needed to distract yourself.

Warnings: Cheating? / light swearing / BUT ALL OF THE FLUFF

Word Count:  2,779

Your phone lay dormant to the left of you on the nightstand. With the lights being off, your eyes adjusted to the darkness surrounding you. Your blankets had been tossed and twisted around while you fought to make yourself sleep. Across your exposed skin, the chill of the late April air almost caused goosebumps on your legs. Your boyfriend, Rick, and yourself had gotten into a huge fight. Now you were riled up, madder than hell, because you knew he was sleeping like a rock and not giving a damn about your guys’ relationship. You had been together for seven months already, but you finally called him out on his apathy towards actually strengthening your relationship instead of letting it stay as immature as it was at the beginning, and you were pretty sure that he has been seeing someone else on the side, which was what started the fight in the first place.

Or, now that you thought about it,  he was probably off with his side chick while you cursed yourself for caring too much. You groaned as you rolled over to see your clock, reading 1:02 am. With a hard sigh, you pushed yourself from your bed and marched through your apartment to flip on the lights by your couch and TV. You needed some simplicity to calm your head, so you scanned through your more brightly colored DVD cases, smiling when your hand went straight for Sleeping Beauty. It was your favorite princess movie and you prided yourself on how well you sang along. It was your hidden talent, since no one else seemed to think your ability was as grand as your old choir directors. So, you kept the singing to the confines of your car, or alone at home. You watched intently as if for the first time, gaping at Maleficent (your favorite villain) and her style. In the forest scene, as Aurora is telling her animal friends of her dream man, you stand to your feet and begin to spin and sway to the music. Forgetting that it was now coming up on 2am, you began to sing along as well.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Some Fluff, NSFW, SMUT, Slight Angst, Lots Of Words

Words: 5.7k

Note: I had a hard time coming up with something that reader, Y/N would be pissed about without bringing some angst. I began writing this at 6am, so this is what my brain came up with. I hope you all enjoy it.

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“Jesus, I can’t wait to see you. it’s been way too long.”

You smiled as you stared at him on the FaceTime call. You loved being able to hear how much he missed you. he didn’t need to say the actual words, you could tell.

“I know, six weeks is a long time.”

On the screen you watched as Chris stretched like a preening cat across your bed. You couldn’t wait to trail your fingers across his chest and play with his chest hair. It had become an unconscious thing you did whenever cuddled in bed together.

“Remember that pact we made early on when we got married?”

Warnings: smut, oral (male and female), threesome, vaginal sex and language (if ya care about that)

Words: 2.4k

Summary: you meet Henry and Chris at a premiere and things get steamy. 

Basically, @honeychicana is responsible for posting about Chris and Henry. Got me feeling some type of way about both men smh.

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You hate going to these sort of events. It’s just a bunch of celebrities taking pictures and getting drunk. Sadly, being part of the team that had closed the deal that got a MCU/DCEU movie means that you have to be at the premiere.

Theoretically, it’s good for your career but logically, you do not want to be surrounded by all of that. It’s not your scene. Luckily, however, you do not have to get there until all of that red carpet crap is done.

This is dedicated to my beautiful @joannaliceevans-fanficblog​ who’s birthday is March 21st, for me in about 12 minutes. So happy birthday my beautiful friend. I love you. I hope it’s an amazing birthday. HUGS 💕💖💕

Part 3

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only Warnings: Explicit sexual content, jealousy Relationships: Chris/Reader

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Your phone ringing from your purse in the living room woke you up the next morning. Your feet engaged before your brain did, hitting the floor and carrying you to your couch. You scrambled to fish your almost dead phone out of the bag you took to the club last night.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Sabrina,” your friend said. “You get the email?”

“What email?”

“They’re pausing production,” she told you, confirming what you all knew was coming with the spread of the virus. “Effective immediately.”

“Shit,” you muttered, not expecting it so fast. “Well, guess we’ll need to figure out what to do from here.”

You needed to figure out how you were going to pay rent and other bills. So were a lot of other people. Scary times.

“Do you have any of your stuff on set?” Sabrina asked as your mind started to catch up.

You went dancing with her last night. You took a cab home.

Chris was here.

Right?

This prompted me to write about being quarantined with Chris and Scott!

This is a time of isolation and anxiety about the future. It is stressful and quite honestly, it’s scary. The corona virus has brought the world somewhat to a standstill for a lot of people. Self-quarantining has been recommended. In some places, there has been mandatory lockdown so that people will stop going out and possibly spreading the virus because people can carry it without presenting any symptoms.

I’m a very fortunate person being in quarantine with some people who will divert my anxiety through their antics. We have all had our moments of worry and have helped each other through it as it comes. All of our family and friends are safe and healthy for now in their own habitats of quarantine and that is a relief.

Scott, Zach, Chris and I were all visiting together when we decided to hunker down together, knowing all of our parents and family were safe behind their own doors. We had stocked up with all the necessities of food and supplies before our official start, making sure we had playing cards and board games, DVD’s, and finally had found the toilet paper to cover the four of us. Why people were buying up 100 rolls we didn’t know.

Chris and Scott had been acting a little immature throughout the day and acting silly. They could get very giggly and were famous for pulling pranks when they were bored along with hiding and jumping out to scare people. I had gotten good at smelling out their pranks, but being that i startle easily, they loved jumping out at me. By just the third day of not leaving the house, I had warned that any major pranks or scares on me by any of them would be a mistake, for Chris especially. He lost his composure with his boystrous, famous and contagious laugh, doubling over and grabbing his pec as he did. That was until I gave him a stern look, hands into my hips, and let him know exactly what I meant. “I’m serious Chris, I will cut you off. I’m not talking about alcohol, food or anything like that and I certainly would never literally cut your twigs and berries off, you know they are some of my favorite assets on you! I’m talking about celibacy and you know how stubborn I can be. You will literally think I have become a nun babe! I know I can hold out a lot longer than you can my love.”

Chris ran out of the bedroom screaming to Scott and Zach in a very serious manner. “Guys! HEY. YOU. GUYS! Hey, Scotty? Zach? Seriously? Guys, listen, I need to tell you guys something! No joke, DO NOT pull any pranks on Y/N! Do not scare her either! SCOTTY, if you think I could be mean when we were younger, you are wrong if you don’t listen to me right now. I mean it, I will throw your asses out of this house to the wolves if you do! Guys, did you hear me?”

He made me laugh, that threat should work for a bit! He was literally running through house looking for them as he was ranting. They must have been outside though because I heard the alarm beep as he opened it and started his threats again. Chris meant business, it had only been three days and he was getting stir crazy, so no sex would drive him crazy. He knew me well enough to know, I was as competitive as he was and when I said something, I meant it.

We had eaten a late dinner and I grabbed a shower after everything was cleaned up and put away. For a little while, I stayed in the bedroom and read a book with Dodger laying at my feet keeping them warm. He wasn’t asleep, just resting and relaxing with his mommy, but then we heard the laughter. Dodger’s ears perked up, then his head lifted and he looked to the door, then to me. He had to be thinking the same thing as me, WHAT NOW? Sometimes these ‘men’ could act like ten year olds.

Marking my page, I sat my book back on the table by my bed and quietly crept down the steps to see what was going on. As I turned the corner, I found the furniture pushed against the walls and these three fools laying in the empty floor, laughing.

Dodger had given my presence away when he ran into the middle of their game, causing Chris to catch sight of me leaning in the door frame watching them with a loving smile. The men were all still laughing about something that I had obviously missed so I questioned them. “What are the three of you doing? You know it’s about 10:00, right?”

Chris spoke up, “we were playing Duck, Duck,Goose!”

“Of course you were.”

Chris started laughing again but managed to speak through it. “Scott was running around us, and he slipped and man, ...he totally took a nasty fall! I mean he wiped out!”

Looking at Scott who was obviously fine because he was laughing, In a calm voice, as if I was checking in with a little kid , dragging out my last word, I checked with him just to make sure. “Are you okayyyyy?”

“Ask me tomorrow.”

I then questioned the three of them, Dodger was at my feet acting like the only other adult in house, with our scolding looks. “How old are we?”

Scott had finally caught his breath enough to speak up. “You’re about to find out because you are gonna play Hide-and-Seek with us.”

“I’m gonna do what now?”

All three of the guys took off running and scattering while Scott yelled, “YEAH! AND YOU’RE IT!”

Dodger looked at me with his head tilted to the side in question. “Come’ere boy.” I sat on the sofa and patted the spot beside me for him to jump up so I could pet him while I gave the goofballs time to hide. I was all up for having fun and joking around, especially when we weren’t leaving the house for who knows how long, but being bored was tiring sometimes and it was after 10 p.m. now and I was ready for bed. Deciding they had more then enough time, I got up, Dodger following my lead, and headed back up to the bedroom. I could hear breathing from the pantry door and chose to ignore it. As I walked by the study, I heard a small giggle.

Seriously? I began to think they got into the alcohol while I had been upstairs earlier. They were hilarious. Talking to Dodger quietly, but enough to be heard, I headed up the steps. “Let’s check upstairs first Bubba, then we’ll work our way down!” Such a loyal boy, Dodger stayed right by me as we made our way up the stairs and back to our bedroom. There was no way Chris wasn’t either under the bed or in the closet. I shut the bedroom door and locked it, got on the bed and then laid down, waiting for Dodger to find his daddy. It didn’t take long because by the time I had shut the door I could hear Chris chuckling under the bed.

Dodger had crawled under the bed and must have started attacking Chris with puppy kisses on his face because he was begging him to stop as he slid out from under the bed. I had bent over the side of the bed to meet his face as he slid out, those baby blues looking right up at me as he spoke with a huge grin. “Hi.”

“Hi. Ready for bed?”

“Did you find Scotty and Zach?”

Giggling, I answered his question. “Not officially, but one’s in the pantry and one’s in the study. That’s why I locked the door. I thought I’d see how long they would stay in their hiding spot. I know they’ll be irritated but Chris, I want to snuggle with just you and me, so I locked the door.”

“I thought you locked the door for other reasons.” Chris dragged out his last two words while wagging his eyebrows up and down at me.

“That could be a possibility too.” I laughed as Chris jumped on the bed and began to tickle me.

“I don’t want to be interrupted though. I plan on rockin’ your world baby!” He kissed me quickly, jumping off the bed and running to the door. Unlocking it, Chris cracked the door enough for Dodger to run out of it. Before closing it back, he screamed to the two guys hiding downstairs. “Olly, Olly, Oxen Free! And Good night guys!” Chris closed the door and locked it back before speaking again. “Dodger can come back in, ...later!” Taking the few steps necessary, he jumped back onto the bed.

We could hear Scott and Zach coming up the steps before Scott starting singing really loud. “Let’s talk about sex, baby! Let’s talk abouuuut sex!’ Then he spoke sarcastically. “Good night my lovelies! Don’t have too much fun!”

Chris grinned at me. “So, you wanna talk about what Scotty was singing about?”

“Oh my… you are so cheesy! You all are so bad at Hide and Seek, you know that right?”

A/N: This... This one's for you @dwights-new-plague. I have nothing more to say.

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Warning: swearing, angst, fluff

The cool, calm breeze brushed past your face, insisting on dancing with the stubborn strands of hair that refuse to stay in your messy bun. The dancing strays tickling your cheek every so often but you paid no attention to it.

The only warm comfort you had was the thin blanket that you draped around yourself, shielding yourself from the harshness of the breeze and the world. You sat on the hard, concrete ground, huddling your knees to your chest as you leaned against the wall. Thinking. Wondering.

You tipped your head back and looked at the sparkling stars in the midnight sky, hoping they could sooth your thumping head. You took a deep breath in and closed your eyes, wishing the heavy weight on your chest would disappear and set you free.

You sat still. Embracing the coldness of the night. Allowing it to take over your body slowly. It's the only thing you felt that you deserved. As you continued to breathe peacefully, a comforting, warm presence quietly sat down next to you.

You felt thick, muscular arm wrap around your shoulder and pull you close to their chest. You instantly knew who it was. You gratefully nuzzled into the warmth of his body as you both sat there, silently.

After a few moments, you looked up for the first time and saw his face in the low shine of the moonlight. His blue eyes twinkled like the gentle ocean. His lips glistened like dew in the early morning. His infectious smile spread to you, making you smile back softly. You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder, as you looked back up at the stars.

"Thank you, Chris" you whispered as you sighed quietly.

"Don't mention it. How're you feeling, sweetheart?" he uttered, his deep voice was like music to your ears.

"I don't really know. I'm just... Numb." You whispered back, trying to hold back the tears

"You wanna talk about it?" Chris replied, as his fingers trailed up and down the length of your arm carefully.

"Not yet. Soon... Just, not now... I'm sorry"

"Hey, I'm here whenever you need me." he said, kissing the top of you head before resting his head on it.

"You always going to be here?" you questioned, uncertainty filling your voice.

You knew the answer already. It didn't stop you from asking the question. You have been hurt too many times in the past. You needed reassurance.

"I'll always be there for you, munchkin. Just like I know you'll always be there for me."

"Even when I'm a dickhead?" you joked, trying to ease the seriousness with your humour. You were glad that he let you do that sometimes. He knew it was your way of dealing with a situation that made you uncomfortable.

"Yes, even then"

"What about when-" you persisted, trying to find a 'loop-hole'.

"Even then!"

"You didn't let me finish!" you looked up at him, faking your annoyance.

"I didn't need to." he laughed, as his quirked an eyebrow at you cheekily. "I'll always be there. Whether you're an asshole or not. Whether you believe it or not. Whether we're fighting or not. Whether we're miles apart or not. I'll always be there."

Your eyes began to water again as you looked at him, knowing full well he was telling the truth. After years of pain and hurt, you had finally found someone to help you through it and couldn't believe you deserve it. But you did.

"Thank you." You whispered as tears fell from your eyes, knowing everything was a little too much to bare right now.

Chapter 8

Description: Having worked on small independent films for the better part of a decade, your friend tells you about an opening for a script supervisor with a large studio. Wanting to advance your career, you apply and get an interview. The only downside, they prefer to hire crew who are married. It’s just a simple lie, right?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Drinking, Fluff and Angst

A/N:  I really love this chapter and hope you guys do too! As always, this fic is simply for fun. I know nothing about the personal lives of the two actors in this series and mean no harm. I am also totally guessing regarding the studio talk. Comments, reblogs, and likes are always welcome.

Word Count: 4,066

Catch up with chapter 7

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Everything was packed back into the large storage bins they came in. Your desk was cleaned out and everything in your hotel room was shoved into a suitcase and a duffle bag. Filming had been completed in the Great White North. There were a couple of scenes that needed to be reshot, but that wouldn’t be more than a week. Monica had changed your flights to an earlier time, stating she didn’t want to sit around the worn-out motel room when she could be headed home to sunny skies. This only caused slight panic on your end. You hated being rushed. Sure, you were a last-minute packer, but when it was unofficially part of your job to make sure all wardrobe and set accessories were returning back to the states, it stressed you out.

The plane would be boarding in a matter of minutes and Monica thought now was the perfect time to grab coffee. You on the other hand were digging through your carry-on bag. Jana had quite the sweet tooth, even more now that she was pregnant. You had picked up a bag of maple candy but of course you couldn’t find it. You phone buzzed in your purse that was on the empty seat next to you. Zipping up your carry-on, you picked up the bag on your left and dug through the bottomless pit that was your purse, finding both the maple candy as well as your phone.

Marvel

Summary: After a heated fight, you and Chris break up right before the Golden Globes. Tom, being a gentleman and a good friend, asks you to be his date. But  is there still a chance for you and Chris?

Author’s Note: Inspired by someone finding one of my old, first fics: Stop Looking At Me which was inspired by the exchange between Meredith Grey and Derek Shepherd in Grey’s Anatomy. I love Chris and I love Tom, but by the end of this chapter you’ll see who I love more. 

Warnings: angst, some fluff, smut

The Lucky Ones*

Word Count: 1,307

I’m Sorry If Your Name Is Ronnie (Chris Evans x reader) where chris stays with you after you get your wisdom teeth removed.

Phantoms of the Past (Chris Evans x reader) where he has a dream that you died, and you comfort him in his time of need. Angst. Fluff

Who the F*** is Chris Evans? (Chris Evans x reader) where you stop to help a stranger out with their car, turns out to be a famous asshole.

Warm and Welcoming (Chris Evans x reader) where he is your best friend and helps you out in a time of need. Things get heated once you started living with him. Smut

No Pressure (Chris Evans x reader) you meet Chris at a party and he brings you back to his hotel room. NSFW smut

It Doesn’t Matter Anymore (Chris Evans x reader) you breakup with him, and a year later, he sees you with someone else and regrets ever letting you go. Angst

OMG Ellen You Didn’t! (Chris Evans x reader) where you both recount your love story with the backdrop of the Ellen show

Once (Chris Evans x reader) chris is angry and lashes out. Angst

What’s This? (Chris Evans x reader) You are invited to a party at Chris’s place, and you find a particularly interesting accessory behind a mantle piece over the foyer. NSFW

It’s Your Captain Tonight (Chris Evans x reader) Dom!Chris. He surprises you with the Infinity War Cap suit and what ensues next is something you’ve never lived before. NSFW. SMUT

My Little Warrior (Chris Evans x reader) where Chris comes to one of your wrestling matches to support you.

Headcanons of Chris when his S/O goes into labor.

Captivating (Chris Evans x reader) Fluff. Part two to Adorable

Waiting for a Girl like You (Chris Evans x reader) Part of @theimpossibleg1rl song fic challenge. You meet Chris at a sketchy bar. Fluff and kissing.

Meeting You (Chris Evans x reader) A little blurb on the first time you meet Chris

Our Forever (Chris Evans x reader) You and Chris elope to Tunisia to get married. Fluff

Cinnamon Rolls (Chris Evans x reader) Chris is a Sox fan and you a Dodgers fan. You get into a little argument over the Dodgers winning, but ends in fluff.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: fluff, implied smut?

Where can I read the rest? Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Knives Out premiere / “The home is not the place. Is you.” / Lace / Worried / First Dance / Thanksgiving / A baby?

A/N: This is set before the First Dance cause they are still engaged in this chapter. Requests are closed. You want to read more of my writing? Masterlist / Ko-Fi

WARNING: Please, do not post my fics on another platform like Ao3, Wattpad or whatever kids are using these days. Feel free to comment, share, reblog.    

“Thank you for tonight.”, you said wrapping your arms around his neck, still doing a little effort to get closer those his height even with your heels.

“Thank you for looking this beautiful…”, he said kissing you.

“That’s it? Beautiful?”

“And for still being with me…”, he joked letting his nose brush with yours, “I still don’t know why though.”, you knew him enough to sense a little of truth behind it.

You starting playing with your fingers on his hair, “That’s because you don’t give yourself much credit. You are amazing!!”

He kissed you softly, “Hold that thought.”

“Seriously, you leaving me alone? I didn’t dress up just for me tonight.”, you’ve joked, but seriously you were never going to wear this lingerie again, cause it was the most uncomfortable thing you wore in your entire life. Obviously Chris didn’t know that, cause you were still had your dress on, if he had any idea about it, you would be clothless…

“Wait, I’m coming. I have something for you.“, Chris said handind you a beautiful box with a red ribbon on it.